*Author's note: All, many of you have asked why I haven't written another installment of this story line. Sorry for taking so long to write another installment. I've been dealing with some personal issues that have been killing my motivation to write. I hope to imbue some of those troubles here so I can move past them. I can be reached at lmd4208@gmail.com. KIK: Marriedguy42 and Scurff: WrldTrvlr.
Ramstein Rodding Part 6
Major Thomas (Tom) Wells glanced anxiously at his phone. He felt so damn foolish checking it constantly. With anxiety pulsing through his body, he knew this whole situation had gotten way out of hand.
Tom's phone lit up and chirped signaling a message. Both happiness, guilt and a brief moment of disappointment seeped through Tom as he saw the message from Major Marc Boyce.
-Happy birthday, buddy! Wish I could be there to celebrate with you. I can't believe it's been months since we've seen each other. It's too damn hot over here. If I'm going to get sweaty, I'd rather be sweaty with you Ð
Tom chuckled out loud at the message. Marc had been deployed to the Middle East for the last few months and the communication wasn't as regular as either would have liked. Marc had gotten one hell of a tan and with so much free time in between flying, he was spending most of it in the gym. The pictures Marc was sending had Tom salivating and jerking off regularly. The two had even snuck in a video jerk session a few times.
As Tom typed back, guilt surged through him again. Marc had awoken Tom's thirst for guy on guy action and in Marc's absence, something unexpected had dropped into Tom's life like an anvil in a rode runner cartoon.
Why should I feel guilty? Tom asked himself. It's not like we're in a damn relationship. We never committed to being monogamous. Hell we both have significant others any way and this thing with Marc was just about sex. With the tan and ripped, deployment body, he's probably fucking half the base - Tom said to himself out loud.
Tom's guilt was only amplified by the feeling of raw, utter disappointment of a different kind. Weeks after Major Boyce had deployed, Tom stumbled trouble.
------------------- Three Months Ago -------------------
Tom's horniness had him on the verge of exploding. It'd been weeks since he'd gotten off now that Marc was gone. Lynn, his fiancŽ, had been traveling a lot with her job and the little time they both had together was spent either sleeping or arguing. Tom wondered if they'd even make it to the wedding.
Lost in thought, Tom plowed down the hospital hallway. His body was moved on pure muscle memory; his mind's chaos would have crashed him into a wall if he hadn't walked this hallway a thousand times before.
"Excuse me," a voice said from behind Tom. He was so lost in thought he almost didn't register someone speaking to him.
Tom whirled around to see who was addressing him.
"Hey man, I've only ever been here once. Where the hell is urology?" The man stated bashfully.
As Tom sunk in the man's features, Tom's wayward thoughts were instantly brought into sharp focus. In front of him stood a tall man in a dark green flight suit. As Tom's eyes fell onto the man's face, he felt his knees buckle slightly. The man standing in front of him was so damn cute. His boyish, youthful face almost looked at odds with his thick frame. The shy, lazy smile slumped across the man's face was intoxicating. The man didn't appear to be muscular; just thick. Tom thought to himself the man looked like a corn-fed farm-hand from Nebraska.
"Umm hello?" The man asked expectantly breaking Tom's new trance.
"Ah. Urology. Yes. Let me take you there. It'll be easier to show you than explain it." Tom said recovering from his odd behavior.
The men stepped off down the hall side by side. The other gentleman was the first to break the recent silence.
"So you're a doc, eh? That's fucking awesome. If I didn't want to be a pilot all my life, I'd have been interested in medicine. Science was always my favorite subject."
Tom coyly glanced out of the corner of his eye at the handsome man beside him and responded, "Is that right? Well aviation is a pretty cool field too. You could still do medicine. There of plenty of pilots who combine their love for aviation and their interest in medicine. Hell you could go onto be an astronaut with the two."
The other man laughed audibly and responded, "An astronaut!? Clearly, you haven't seen my GPA from the Air Force Academy. I'm lucky I'm not flipping burgers right now, man!"
Now it was Tom's turn to laugh. Handsome, smart and funny Ð this guy was becoming more interesting by the minute.
"So what's your name, Captain?" Tom asked nonchalantly.
"Oh sorry how rude of me. I'm Will. Will Parker." The man said as he extended his hand to give Tom a firm handshake and flash that bashful smile again. Tom wondered if he was blushing.
"Well, welcome to the hospital, Captain Parker. You're in good hands here." Tom said in his professional, reassuring doctor-voice. In his mind, he thought devilishly how Will would be in even better hands if they were his own.
"Thank you for the warm welcome and the escort. I see the urology sign up there ahead. I'm pretty sure I can find my way from here though I've been known to fly the wrong way a time or two." Captain Parker said playfully. "Thanks again, doc."
Tom felt a sudden panic surge through his body. He wasn't ready to part ways with Will yet. His mind scrambled for an excuse or reason to prolong the conversation. Feeling increasingly desperate with each step they took closer to the clinic, Tom remembered something.
"One of my good buddies works in urology. Let me take you in and link you up with him. I'm sure he could shuffle his patient load if he's busy and you'd get in and out faster." Tom blurted out hoping he didn't sound crazy.
"Wow. That's really nice of you, doc. I'd be dumb to refuse." Will responded.
The two entered the urology clinic together and within minutes Tom was handing Will off to his good buddy in the exam room.
With one last fleeting look at Captain Parker, Tom turned and headed towards the door.
"Hey doc!" Tom heard from behind him. Captain Parker barreled towards him. "Let me buy you a coffee or something. You went out of your way to help me out today. It's the least I can do." Captain Parker stated.
Without hesitation, Tom blurted, "Of course, let me give you my card. Feel free to text or call me sometime."
Before he ended up mortifying himself with some slip up, Tom waved good- bye and burst into the hallway. Disappointment crawled through his body as he realized he'd probably never see Will again. He didn't honestly think Will would reach out. People make those gestures all the time without following up.
Two days later, Tom received a call from a number he didn't recognize. He hit answer.
"Hey doc!" The voice swam through the receiver. Tom couldn't place it.
"Sorry, who is this?" Tom asked.
"It's Captain Parker Ð the guy you helped the other day at the hospital." The voice responded.
Tom felt his stomach do a flip.
"Oh heyyyyyy Captain Parker, uh yeah I remember you!" Tom replied trying to sound calm and disinterested. "How can I help ya?"
"I owe you a coffee, doc. When I say I'm going to do something, I always do. My word is my best currency considering I spend most of my own damn money," Captain Will parker said, laughing through the phone.
"Ah, that's not necessary. I get paid to do this kind of thing, man." Tom said as he secretly hoped Will would continue to push to get together.
"Nonsense, doc. What do you have going on Saturday at noon? Nothing. You've got plans for a coffee with me." Will joked. "You in?"
"See you there. Wouldn't miss it." Tom stated feeling nauseous with excitement.
The week crawled by at a glacial pace. Saturday couldn't' come soon enough for Tom. He'd never stared at the clock so much in his life.
Finally, Saturday rolled around and before he knew it, Tom was sitting at the base exchange Starbucks waiting for Will. Tom had a sinking worry that Will wouldn't actually show up.
Right on the dot, Will careened up to Tom's table with that wide, shy smile which Tom was already coming to love.
Tom had expected to have one coffee and be on his way but the conversation flowed like whisky at a pub and the two ended up talking for hours.
As the conversation started to dwindle, Tom prodded, "So time really got away for us. I imagine your wifeÉ..or girlfriendÉ..is probably wondering where you are. I don't want to tie you up." Tom said.
"This has been fun. You aren't keeping me from anything. I'm a geographic bachelor for the next few weeks. My wife is back in the states visiting her family. I didn't have the leave days to make it back." Will replied.
Tom perked up. "You must be surviving off of ramen noodles. I know what it's like when the lady is off traveling. Come to my place for dinner. My fiancŽ is out and I cook some mean steaks on the grill."
Will happily accepted.
Will and Tom were 3 beers deep in their post-steak coma of bliss. The conversation powered on as the two men sat on Tom's back porch with their legs kicked up.
Tom's phone was on the bannister across the porch closer to Will. Tom hadn't bothered to check it in hours; he was too engrossed in Will to care about anything else.
Suddenly, Tom's phone started chirping with messages.
"Ah just ignore it. Nothing I can't worry about later." Tom said absent-mindedly.
The two continued talking but the barrage of chirps started again.
"I'll get your phone for ya." Will said popping up from his chair. After grabbing the phone, Will glanced down at the screen. The look on his face caused Tom to freeze.
"Something wrong?" Tom asked nervously.
Will looked at Tom.
"You're on grindr?" Will asked passively; his voice and facial expression impossible to read. "You've got quite a few messages here."
Panic seizing every inch of his body, Tom's mind whirled with effort for a response.
"Ummmmm. I don't really know what to say. I forgot to take off the notifications." Tom said with shame in his voice.
An awkward silence gripped the porch.
"Wait a minute. How do you know about grindr!?" Tom asked forcefully.
This time, Will was the one to blush.
The two stared at each other with a new look in their eyes.
"So you're on grindr too?" Tom asked.
"I've dabbled occasionally." Will responded quietly, not making eye contact with Tom.
"Ever found some fun?" Tom asked leadingly.
"Some." Will replied curtly.
The two looked at each other intently as another bout of silence hung over the two of them. The tension was palpable.
"Interested in finding some fun of our own?" Tom inquired daringly.
Will's beautiful smile spread across his face like a wildfire; an unfamiliar, mischievous glean took root. "Lead the way to the bedroom."
Will and Tom crashed into bed in a heaped bundle. Arms and hands moved rapidly across each other's bodies. Tom wasted no time with helping Will strip and quickly followed suit. Both men were naked in minutes, wrestling around the bed, cocks in hand, mouths moving rapidly all over each other's bodies.
Will broke free and stood tall on the bed, erect cock in hand. Tom soaked in Will's beautiful, thick body. His frame may not be muscled but it still radiated strength. Tom always appreciated the beefier guys; there was something so alluring about their large frames. Will's beautifully, proportionally shaped pecs caught Tom's eye as did the light covering of fur across Will's stomach and chest. This man was all-american beautiful, American heartland attractive, take-home-to-mamma material. Tom's cock leaked pre-cum at an almost alarming rate as the sight of Will's body catalyzed his lust into over drive.
Tom quickly engulfed Will's cock with his mouth; grabbing his balls forcefully. He pumped away gleefully while enjoying the taste of Will's precum and the smell of his sweaty body.
Will quickly pulled Tom to his feet and dove to his knees so he could return the favor with Tom's cock. Will's mouth was almost as sweet as his smile. His oral skills had Tom's toes curling and his load churning in his balls.
The two switched on and off aggressively for what seemed like hours; each edging closer to climax.
"I'm taking that load." Tom said gruffly to Will.
Will smiled devilishly and said, "Order up." As he pumped his hips forcefully. His load erupted into Tom's mouth.
"My turn." Will replied.
Will's tongue swirled around his cock and within minutes Tom's load catapulted into Will's mouth. The two collapsed into a sweaty pile of euphoric man flesh.
Tom and Will carried on for weeks. Each time the connection and intensity grew. Tom wondered how he'd stumbled into such a normal, attractive guy.
The two delved deep into the hidden aspects of their sexualities; revealing things few others knew. The process while not only physically pleasurable but emotionally cathartic.
Tom always looked forward to the messages he received from Will. Each one caused a new burst of excitement. But soon those messages started to become less frequent.
Tom knew that life as a military pilot could be busy. As time went on, though, the responses got slower, the responses got shorter and the meetings stopped.
Finally, the day came that Tom knew was coming. The responses stopped all together. Silence. Complete silence. No good bye. No explanation.
Tom stewed over it for weeks wondering what happened. Was there someone else? Did he do something wrong? Was Will even ok? Had his wife found out? Did he get bored or scared off?
The dawning realization that he might never get the truth hit Tom like a sledgehammer.
Tom never told Marc about Will. In his mind, Will was a temporary thrill until the thrill became so enjoyable that when it was cut off, it fucking hurt. Tom fearfully wondered if his deeper, stronger connection to Marc could fizzle out the same way. Time would tell.
---------- Present Day --------
Tom replied eagerly to Marc's message all the while hoping that even after all this time, Will might reach out.
---Thanks for the birthday wishes! I wish you were here getting sweaty too! I can't believe we'll be able to get sweaty again together in just a little over a month now. Stay safe buddy and send me some pics for my spank bank ----
-------To Be Continued -----