This is a true story about something that happened a while back, in the early 80s. Names will be changed to protect the not so innocent.
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The Colonel Learned his Mistake didnt pay.
When I was in the Air Force back in the 80s, it was part of my job to teach what I called the "90 day snot nosed wonders" how to work a side arm weapon. Most of them would come to the school, and were not afraid to say that they knew absolutely nothing about weapons, except the weapons they had been taught about in flight training school. It was my job to teach them how to stay alive, if they should go down behind enemy lines.
One day, this Colonel came into the school, and from his swagger, and attitude, I knew this was not going to be an easy lesson. He came up and started talking about going hunting with his father, and how he knew how to handle weapons, and shoot guns of all types. This went on thru every class. I do have to admit, that he did field strip a hand gun in less time then anyone else had every done it. I was happy with that. But, even when he was doing that, he was acting very difficult in the class. Finally, we got out to the shooting range, and he started talking loudly about how he was the best shot there, he should be teaching the class, so on and so forth. I let him rant and rave about how well he could do, and looked at him, and said "Colonel, why dont you put your money where your mouth is?" He looked at me, a mere Sergent, and said "What did you say?". I knew I had over stepped my bounds, but I was tired of his bluster. I repeated myself, and could see a few of the other students turn white. He turned his back on me, and walked away. After I dismissed the class, I called him back to me, and told him again, "Why not prove to me that your better then I am, then you can teach the class". He agreed, and we set a time on the range off base, to have our little contest. We both agreed to bring what we had, and set the time to meet on the following morning, it being a Saturday. We met at the front gate of the base, and I drove to the firing range. As we got out of the truck, I could see that something must have excited him, as he was tenting like never before. I smiled, and said "Lets make this even more interesting. Its just the two of us here, and no one will know.. Winner gets to use the loser." He looked at me, and I looked at his tented shorts. He smiled, knowing that he was going to get what ever he wanted from me. He pulled out his side arm that he had brought from home. A 38 caliber pistol. Nice little piece, I thought. I pulled out "Baby" from my holster. Baby was a .357 Magnum, normally loaded with hollowtips back in that day, just for protection in the house. I took the hollowtips out, and replaced them with standard bullets. He looked at me, and asked if I was going to kill him. I laughed, said "No, this is my household weapon, basically, my wifes gun". He blanched at that a bit, recovered and chuckled. We took a few warm up shots, then lined up the targets. We both shot 5 rounds. He took his stance, and from what I could see, it was the proper stance for a firing range shot. I let him fire his weapon, counted the shots as the came out, and then reeled his target in. We actually got out a tape measure and measured the distance from the bullseye to his nearest shot.. 1.5 inches. not bad, not deadly, but not bad. I didnt bother to take a stance. I know.. but I wanted to teach him a lesson. I raised my arm, fired one shot, brought the weapon down, and fired again. I repeated that till I had fired my 5 shots. I know he counted them as well. He was laughing as I removed my ear protection, and I just smiled at him. Thru his laughter, he was shouting "You didnt hit the target every time!". again, I smiled at him. We reeled in my target, and as it got closer, he got whiter in color. By this time, I was starting to worry about the good Colonel. I had hit the target, all 5 times, and you could see the holes from each bullet. It looked like a 4 leaf clover dead center on the bullseye. the 5th bullet had gone right thru the center. He sat down, hung his head, and said to me "Your right, I am here to learn from the best". Now, being one who would never harshly criticise a student, I looked at him, and asked to see his weapon. As I sighted down the barrel, I could see that the sight was off. I told him that he needed to go back, have his sight trued on the weapon, and that might give him better use and aim. He looked at me then, and said "Your also the winner of our little bet, what do you want me to do?" I looked at him, and said "Lets go back to your quarters, and talk about this." As we drove back, I could see him biting his lip, stressing about what was going to happen. We passed thru the main gate, and I drove to the BOQ (Base Officers Quarters, basically the base hotel). I parked the truck, and we walked into his room. I told him "I need to take a shower, and so do you" and started to strip off my clothes. He followed suit, and soon we were both naked. I walked into the bathroom, and started up the shower. He followed, looking rather dejected that he had lost the bet. Things were going to start looking up for him, and soon! As we took our shower, I asked him to turn around, and I started lathering up his back. I took my time lathering his buns, and around his hole. I let him think that I was going to top him, when I wanted him to top me. I could feel him shudder each time my finger went near his hole. I told him to rinse his back off. He moved under the showerhead, and I got a chance to look at his thick 9 incher sticking straight up against his abs. I moved close to him, and felt it snake between my legs. Stifling a moan, I told him that I was going to wash his hair for him, and did just that. Moving his cock back and forth between my legs the entire time. My own 5 inch dick was stiff as a board, and I wanted to feel him inside of me. I told him to close his eyes, put his head back and rinse his hair. As he did this, I quickly knelt down, and swallowed as much of his cock as I could. He stopped breathing for a second, and I felt his hands on my head. I pulled back, knowing he wanted me to fully take him down my throat, which I was not going to do. I stood back up, and told him, "You will get yours later". We got out of the shower, and dried ourselves off. I was done first, and was laying on the bed when he walked out of the bathroom, his cock leading him the entire way. I looked at him, and told him "Colonel, you are going to fuck me, and your going to fuck me hard." He tried to look dejected at that, but the smile broke thru, and he said "Yes, Sergent, I am going to fuck you hard." With that, he laid next to me in bed, and made love to me. As he entered me, He said "Im glad I lost the bet", and I replied "You have no idea how glad I am you lost that bet too!" We fucked for what seemed like hours, and I felt as full as ever with his cock inside of me. He changed his angle, and started battering my prostate. I could feel the sensations driving me wild each time he hit it. Then, his body fragrance hit me, and it was like taking a hit of Poppers. I told him I was about to blow my load, and he just grunted out "Do it, baby". As I lay beneath him, shooting for what seemed like an eternity, my ass muscles squeezing his cock, I could feel him start his orgasm. He pumped what seemed like a gallon into me, and kept pumping after he had shot. Soon his cum was leaking out of my hole, and I was getting ready for another load to be shot from my own cock. I grabbed a pillow, and screamed into it as the cum burned from my balls up my cock and splattered out onto my chest. He dumped another load into me, and finally stopped... As we lay there, kissing each other, I looked up at him, and said "Finally, Colonel, a weapon you and I both can handle at the same time". He laughed, and I invited him back to the shower, and then to my house for a barbeque. After that, he became my star student, listening, and not being what I called "Attitudinal" about his knowledge. The other students in the class wondered about our little test, and he just told them "I was wrong about my abilities". Until graduation from the school, he would come over, or invite me over to his place, where we could really get some good "Instructions" going. Wonder how many of his loads I took deep inside of me. On the night before graduation, he did something I will never forget. As he was fucking the cum out of me, he bent down, swallowed my load, and stopped moving. Then he came up, kissed me and shared my load with me, and then whispered in my ear "I love you". Then he made love to me. We both cried our orgasms out, knowing it was to be over tomorrow, as he had to leave to go back to his base. The next day, at graduation, he got up in class, came up to me, and hugged me publicly. He told the class, that I had taught him more about patience and humility, then even his father could. Wonder where he is now.. and what hes been doing with himself.
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