---Cooper Max is an active duty American service member stationed in Germany. He has written numerous stories on nifty, which can be found, under his name in the author's section. He welcomes all feedback both positive and negative. If you're military, especially if you're in the Ramstein area, feel free to reach out and say hello.----
----Please consider donating to niftyarchives.org so stories like this can continue to be published ---
Ramstein Rodding Part Two
Major Marc Boyce panicked as he saw Major Thomas Wells approaching him in the Ramstein Air Force Base mall. Before Marc could duck into one of stores, Major Wells had called out to him.
"Marc, hey wait up!" Major Wells hollered.
Marc felt the blood rushing to his face. He felt flustered, awkward and unsure of what to say. Hell, he didn't even know if Major Wells would remember what happened that night; he was borderline drunk after all.
Major Wells closed the distance to mark quickly. Marc stood awkwardly in his flight suit along one of the many vendor stands in the middle of the mall's hallways waiting intently to hear what Thomas had to say.
"Can weÉ.uhhÉgo somewhere quieter to talk for a minute?" Asked Thomas sheepishly as he looked over his shoulder.
"Yeah no problem." Marc responded.
The two men walked without conversation toward the quieter area near the connected Chilis restaurant. A few people sat and ambled around but no one seems to pay close attention to the two Air Force majors looking distinctly uncomfortable.
"About the other night," Thomas started but Marc interjected before he could finish.
"Don't even worry about it. No need to explain. Alcohol makes us all do crazy things." Marc stated finishing his interruption.
"I was acting crazy. The alcoholÉ..and I thought maybe there were a few signalsÉ..shit I just don't want this to be weird with our ladies becoming such good friends. I don't know how I'd explain not hanging out for the next few years." Thomas said in a whirlwind of words.
Marc had just started his sentence when a thought caught him mid sentence, "Wait. What did you just say? Signals?" Marc said in an agitated but curious tone.
Thomas' eyes grew wide and he flushed. He apparently didn't mean to verbalize those thoughts because he started to back track, "UhhÉ.nothing man. Never mind. It's nothing." He stammered.
"No. No. Circle back to that part you were saying about signals. I was giving off signals? Signals for what?" Marc inquired determinedly.
Looking more embarrassed than ever, Thomas remarked, "Well you knowÉsignals that you might be interested. I'm sure it was just the alcohol talking and messing with my mind. Forget about it.
Marc's mind began to spin. He had definitely been intrigued by the whole idea, startled beyond belief, but intrigued. He'd never had any kind of guy on guy experience.
"What would make you say that?" Marc replied defensively.
"The looks you were giving during dinner. Then you didn't seem completely against the idea of whipping your cock out for me. Reluctant, sure, I'd expect that but if you were truly against it you'd probably have stormed out." Thomas replied sheepishly in a barely audible whisper.
Marc was floored by what Thomas was saying. His mind raced. He retraced his actions that night. Had he given off signals? Was he interested subconsciously? Shit this kind of thing was confusing. He had to admit; Major Wells was definitely a good-looking guy. But so what? Marc thought to himself that there were plenty of good-looking guys out there but he didn't want to mess around with any of them. What made Major Wells different?
After a long pause, Marc replied, "Well I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or misled you."
"No no it's not your fault. Sorry for acting like a crazy man. Listen, I hope we can put this in the past and still be friends without it being awkward." Thomas replied.
Marc didn't know what to say. His mind was still weighing everything. He decided to change the subject.
"So how's Lynn?" He asked hesitantly.
Major Wells looked down at his feet. "We're on the rocks right now. I'm actually staying here in the hotel connected to the mall for a few nights until things smooth out. I have a great view of the flight line from my room so it isn't so bad." Major Wells said with an embarrassed look on his face.
Instinctively, without thinking, Marc replied, "Wow, I've always wondered how good the view of the flight line is from up there. I get to see it from a different view most days but I'm sure it's awesome to see from that vantage point. I'd love to see it."
Thomas and Marc looked at each other both realizing the awkwardness of the situation after everything.
Timidly, Thomas replied, "Well you're welcome to come up and see the view if you'd like. No pressure."
Marc's mind told him that going to Thomas' room was probably a bad idea but some other part of him compelled him to go; to see where things went. Hell, he could maybe at least ask a few questions.
"Yeah, sure what the hell. I've got some time." Marc said.
Within minutes, the two men were on the 6th floor of the hotel over looking the flight line. C-5 galaxies and C-17s dotted the runway.
The two chatted idly about what it was like to fly, their careers in the Air Force and living overseas.
An awkward silence fell over the room as the two men watched the planes taxi.
Breaking the silence after summoning his courage, Marc spoke up.
"So, it sounds like you have some experience with this kind of thing." Marc stated leadingly.
Thomas didn't respond immediately as if weighing how much exactly to tell.
"Yes I do. I've had a few experiences, both in college and now as an adult with other guys. Not all of them alcohol induced." He stated measuredly.
"Really? I never would have pegged you as the type." Marc replied with genuine surprise in his voice.
"Yeah no one probably would." Thomas stated in a matter of fact tone.
The two stood in silence for a few more minutes. Marc's mind spun around the idea of Major Wells hooking up with other guys. The idea enticed him more than he was happy about.
"How about you? Any experiences over the years?" Thomas asked daringly.
"No. None." Marc responded as his face blushed.
Thomas looked Marc straight in the eyes. The two stood in silence staring at each other as the roar of jet engines seeped into the room from the runway.
"Any interest in having an experience?" Thomas asked bluntly, not breaking eye contact with Marc.
"To be honest, the idea hasn't crossed my mind over the years but now that I think about it, yes - I guess. I'd have no idea how to start." Marc replied as his body shook with nervousness and embarrassment.
"Just relax and let me show you. We're friends. You know enough about me to know I'm not some weirdo." Thomas responded in a deeper, huskier voice.
Thomas stepped closer to Marc. He reached out his hand and grabbed Marc's cock through his fight suit.
"Well, it looks like you may be more interested than I thought." Thomas said as he grabbed Marc's rock hard, long cock.
Thomas massaged and caressed Marc's cock and balls through his flight suit. The two stood body to body; heavy breathing filling the room.
"How we get out of these uniforms and get more comfortable?" Thomas stated.
The two men stripped in silence. Thomas stood again in awe of Marc's body. He was lean, wiry and defined. The light colored hair covering his chest was only slightly lighter than his bright blond, high cut hair. His long, symmetrical cock curved upwards towards his stomach. His dark brown eyes darted around nervously. He seemed like a wind-up toy ready to spring.
Thomas' mouth watered at the sight of Marc's body and cock. Without thinking, he plummeted to his knees and slowly took Marc's cock in.
Marc gasped with pleasure and surprise. This whole experience felt so different. Where Samantha was soft and delicate, Thomas was hard and firm. The way Thomas had grabbed and stroked his cock was incredible.
Thomas slowly took Marc to his hilt while cupping his balls firmly with one hand. Marc's body shuddered with pleasure. Thomas slowly brought his mouth back up Marc's shaft to the tip of his beautiful cock. With the flick of his tongue, Thomas stroked the underside of Marc's perfect, pre-cum oozing cock.
"Holy fuck!" Marc whispered emphatically.
Thomas swirled his tongue around Marc's rock hard cock. Marc groaned with pleasure.
Thomas stood up abruptly and stood back.
Marc took the time to drink in Thomas's body up close. Thomas' 6'3 frame was thick and muscular. His bald head contrasted greatly with his dark, thick chest hair. His pecs were well defined and his bright green eyes were as mischievous as ever. Even now, Major Wells radiated authority and confidence. His veiny thick, soda-can like dick stood at full mast; its giant mushroom head almost seeming to burst with eagerness; a steady flow of pre-cum dripped.
"Alright stud, I'm going to propose something and you can't freak out." Thomas stated confidently in his husky voice.
Marc stared at him expectantly feeling more nervous by the second. No words came to his mouth.
"I haven't been fucked in forever. Your cock is fucking perfect. You're beyond hot and my ass needs a solid pounding. You up for it?" Thomas asked.
Without waiting for a response, he turned around, moved towards the window, bent over, and pressed his hands against the window.
Marc stared at his firm, muscled ass and his thick thighs. His ass looked as smooth as a baby's bottom and as pale as Canadian snow. Marc felt his dick twitch at the sight of it.
"C'mon stud, it's easier than it looks. I'll guide ya." Thomas said in almost pleading voice.
"Right here? In front of the window? What if someone sees us?" Marc replied
"Then they'll see one stud plowing another stud. Fuck it so what! Trust me, once you get in this tight ass, muscular ass you'll forget all about being seen." Thomas retorted.
Marc's dick twitched again. Clearly, his body wanted this. He stepped forward.
"Spit on my ass and on your dick, stud." Thomas said. Marc complied.
Thomas reached behind himself and grabbed Marc's saliva coated cock. He guided it right to his ready hole.
"Go slow. It's been awhile man and this shit fucking hurts at first. The pain is worth it because the pleasure is unreal." Thomas said.
Slowly, Marc began to press his cock against Thomas' hole. The warmth of Thomas' hole already felt incredible. Millimeter by millimeter the warm and pressure started to increase.
"That's it stud. Slowly. Keep pushing. Trust me, it's going to feel great." Thomas said as he slowly rocked his ass backwards against Marc's cock.
As Marc slid further and further in, the pleasure mounted. Finally, with a pop, he thrust past Thomas' tight sphincter muscle and the pleasure engulfed him.
Thomas howled with pain.
"SHIIITTT! Fuck. Damn. Slow. Buddy. Just pause for a second. Let me get used to it." Thomas stated panting.
It took every ounce of self control for Marc to not slam his hips forward and start pounding Thomas' ass until he blew his entire load. The feeling of being in Thomas' muscular ass was unlike anything he had felt before.
"Alright man, slowly. Let me get a feel for it." Thomas said.
Gently, Marc started to buck his hips. Thomas' ass clung to his cock, the warmth and sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable.
Marc slid in and back out to the tip of his cock. In and out. In and out.
"Fuck your cock is amazing man. That curve really adds the right angle. You're hitting me in all the best places. This is going to feel too damn good once I'm adjusted." Thomas said.
Marc quickened his pace; soaking up every bit of euphoria. Sweat trickled down his tight chest. He placed his hands on Thomas' sweaty ass and felt the power and hardness of his butt as he pumped his cock into it. The electricity and primal-ness of this experience was unrivaled.
"I'm not going to last man!" Marc whispered desperately.
"Pound my ass stud. Pound that cum into me." Thomas replied putting his hands fully on the window. Planes rolled up and down the flight line on the sunny, German day.
Something clicked in Marc's body; a primal, forceful wave of energy overtook every inch of him. Every muscle in his long, chiseled body tightened as he fucked Thomas' ass as hard as he could thrust. The men's sweat covered bodies writhed in unison as Marc bucked forward and Thomas pushed backward. Thomas moaned deeply. The sound of Thomas moaning and begging for more sent Marc over the edge.
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING BLOW. HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO BLOW." Marc screamed not seeming to care who heard. He bucked his hips and with each thrust he coated Tom's insides with three day's worth of man spunk.
Marc paused deep in Tom's gut, his cock fully deposited. Thomas grabbed his thick veiny dick and within a few pumps, smeared the window overlooking the run way with his man juice. The two men, exhausted, panted heavily.
------ Should the story end here or do you all want to see these studs continue to go at it? Perhaps the ladies, Samantha and Lynn, can get mixed into the fun? Email me at lmd4208@gmail.com and tell me what you think." -------