My stories are, of course, based on my own life's experiences, but they have been fictionalized to protect the innocent and are intended for adult reading only. The stories took place in a kinder, gentler time; only a fool today would have unprotected sex, especially with a stranger. He hated to wear the uniform off the post. He realized that there were sometimes fare advantages and frequently upgrades on standby, but he resented the treatment as an inferior that he sometimes received as an enlisted man. So on this leave, he traveled in civies and left his uniform at Fort Knox. As low man on the totem pole in his office, he had last choice on holiday leave time and ended up with a week ending the day after Thanksgiving. He wasn't even able to spend the actual holiday with his folks because the only transportation he could get at the most heavily traveled holiday of the year was rail travel forcing him to waste the last two days of his leave back in Kentucky. So the "little professor", as his friends called him ,was quite depressed when he boarded a heavily over-crowded commuter train for the last leg of his journey. He had only been able to get standing room on this train and there was precious little of that available. As he held himself upright on one of the brass poles that ran from floor to ceiling, he spotted someone to fantasize about. A gentleman sat very near him in an aisle seat next to a very fat lady. The gentleman obviously had class and the boy wondered why he was on this commuter train on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. The man was beautifully dressed in an expensive looking suit and his silk cravate obviously cost more than the boy had left to spend on his weekend. The man had dark olive skin, a pencil moustache, and an abundance of curly black hair over kind-looking brown eyes. He had the carriage and demeanor of a polished gentleman, and as the boy looked at his hands, he noticed the hair on the back of them leading his eyes to the perfectly manicured fingernails. The man was probably somewhere in his forties, the age that really interested the boy and the wedding ring on the third finger of the left hand was no turn-off to one who loved servicing older, neglected men. In his mind the boy slowly stripped off each item of the man's clothing imagining the hard body that must lay beneath the fine clothes. He imagined what it would be like to gently caress that hairy body, feeling the nipples come to their own erections long before he reached the major erection that would rise beneath them. He fancied his lips and tongue traversing the surface of that fine body before his fingers probed the inner surfaces. The gentleman, a Major in civilian clothes, truly resented this trip. He hated train travel and had never been on a commuter line before. The fat lady next to him took too much space and smelled of garlic and sweat. He resented the fact that his wife had taken the kids to her mother's in Maine for Thanksgiving while he had to report to his new assignment and get the house ready for occupancy. He hated staying alone in hotels any time, but especially during the holiday season. He found himself looking at the boy standing in front of him. He sensed that he was probably an enlisted man out of uniform, but in the face he looked about fourteen although the boy was actually twenty-two. He was slightly built, almost girlish, had reddish brown curly hair and sparkling brown eyes. The hands that gripped the brass pole were small and soft. He might be a soldier, but he was certainly no field soldier as the thick glasses also attested. The Major couldn't understand why he was drawn to the boy, but as he looked, he realized that the boy was steadily examining every inch of him with his eyes. He felt flushed. Could this boy be queer? Could he be mentally undressing him? He felt a sense of excitement he could not comprehend. He found himself mentally undressing the boy also, picturing a slender almost hairless body. Why was he letting these thoughts enter his mind? West Point men didn't think this way! At the next stop, a very pregnant lady boarded the train and the Major instantly gave her his seat. He might have moved anywhere on the crowded train, but he reached for the same pole the boy held. The boy was thrilled. They were so close that the boy was becoming drunk on the aroma of the expensive men's cologne this beautiful man wore. With heart pounding he slowly lowered his hand on the pole. He was glad that they both wore light-weight, fly-front raincoats on this cold, rainy November Day because the nearness of this man had caused his penis to rise and his pants tented out in front of him revealingly. The train did a jerking movement, everyone shifted and the boy's hand pressed right up against the basket of the handsome gentleman! The Major felt the hand on his slowly growing member and could have pulled away. Instead he found himself pressing forward and avoiding the boy's eyes as he pressed his swelling penis against the boy's hand and began to undulate slowly. What was wrong with him? He had never done anything like this ....although like every man he had certainly thought about it. The boy was thrilled and found himself moving his fingers to better judge the size and shape. Then another train lurch and he felt the man's palm against his own hard basket! The Major groped and then withdrew. His military life flashed before his eyes. He couldn't do this...especially not with an enlisted man. He tried to turn away, but then he found his hand reaching again. This time his hand encountered hot, bare flesh! The boy had opened his fly! He had his hand on a boy's hot cock in front of all these people in a public place! He had never touched another man's organ before. He would admit that there had been times in his military career when other men had touched him, when he had enjoyed the touch, when he had feigned sleep while another man touched him with fingers and finally lips and mouth. But those had been battle conditions. This was absurd. As the man's fingers encircled his penis, the eager boy openly fondled the man as they faced each other in this crowd, their activity shielded by their raincoats. Then the conductor called the last stop and they lost sight of each other in the pressing crowd. The boy saw the man head into the men's restroom. In a state of sheer excitement, the boy followed and saw the man hurry into a stall. The boy almost jumped into the adjoining stall in the long line and was relieved to see the glory holes on both sides of him. The boy knew and had experienced this disgusting anonymous sex but did not find it very satisfying. The boy quickly dropped his pants and sat on the toilet and looked through the glory hole. The Major also dropped his suit pants after hanging his raincoat on the back of the stall door. He read the messages on the walls and noted the glory holes on each side of him. He didn't know why he was there, but he certainly was excited. He ran his hands over his hairy legs and imagined that they were the boy's hands. He fondled his large, aching balls and wished the hand were not his own He saw eyes in both glory holes. He leaned forward and looked through the boy's side. The boy pulled back and displayed his own smooth, boyish body and fully erect member. Looking through the other side, the Major saw an elderly man who eagerly licked his lips at the Major in a universal signal. The Major leaned back from the glory holes letting his pants drop to the floor. He lifted his shirt with one hand to display his lovely chest and fondled his eager body with the other hand while spreading his legs wide. The boy reached under the stall and gently caressed the man's hairy leg, not quite able to reach the center of activity. At the same time the elderly man reached under the stall also and began to voraciously grab at the Major's other leg. The Major was becoming so aroused he couldn't stand it. His wife refused to suck him off and he always wondered what it would feel like. He wanted it badly, but he knew he was ready to climax and had not come for over a week...too many headaches at home. He couldn't do this to this cherubic kid. He stood up and thrust his hot, throbbing cock through the old man's glory hole, felt the mouth hungrily devouring him, and felt himself shooting his wad in the old man's throat. Tears streamed down the boy's face as he looked through his "window" and saw those firm, hairy buns thrusting in and out as his own pecker leaped to climax and he spilled his juice on the floor. When he had come, the Major, ashamed of himself, pulled himself quickly together and ran from the restroom to the baggage claim. The boy followed, but caught only a glimpse of his dream man entering a taxi. Our little professor had no money for a taxi and trudged through the stinging cold rain from the railroad station to the YMCA where he hoped to get a room for the night. His luck had run out long before, they had no rooms left, and he had no money to get a hotel room. He bought a couple of cheap hamburgers that just might end up being Thanksgiving dinner. He walked down the main street in the rain wondering what to do. Bad weather was usually not good for street cruising which was very dangerous and he was one of the few soldiers he knew who never touched alcohol and he had no money to try the bars anyway. His only choices would be to continue back to the base and spend the rest of his leave in a barracks, or get someone to invite him to share a room. Perhaps some horny old man would be desperate enough to put the make on him. As these thoughts dominated his sensibilities, he paused under the canopy of the elegant Brown Hotel and glanced through the window into the restaurant. There in the plush dining room was his dream man, eating alone. The Major hated dining alone, but had no choice. He looked around the large stuffy room and was bored. His thoughts went back to the boy on the train. He didn't know what there was about that kid, but he was haunted by the memory of their brief contact. He remembered the feeling of his hand around the boy's hot shaft on the train. He remembered the sight of his boyish body through the glory hole. He could still feel the gentle touch of his hand on the Major's thigh. He wished that he had had more courage, but the opportunity was past. The boy did not lack courage and he was thoroughly familiar with this particular hotel. When he first entered the service, he had had the bulk of his first military love affair with a sergeant in this hotel. The boy slipped into a dark alcove where he could watch the entrance to the dining room and see the elevators. When the Major emerged from the dining room and headed toward the elevators, the boy made a quick dash to enter the elevator just as the door was closing. He looked straight ahead in the crowded elevator standing directly in front of the major. He held his breath and hoped and soon felt relief as he felt a tentative but certain hand squeezing his buns. When the Major got off, he did too. He followed the Major to his room and stood there dripping wet and looking like a ragamuffin kid out of Charles Dickens. The Major opened the door to his room and turned to the boy saying, "Was there something you wanted?" "Only you, sir," the boy whispered, "I only want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt before. Please, sir, I know that you are alone and I want to make you feel good." "Well, then," said the Major as the swelling in his pants increased," I guess we'd better start by getting you out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower." "Will you come into the shower with me, sir? I would so love to spread lather all over you and explore all the hidden beauties of your body under hot water." "That can be arranged," the Major said. "Now let me see you take those clothes off." He locked the door and sat in a large easy chair as the boy went into the bathroom directly across from the chair and slowly peeled off his wet clothes and dropped them in a corner of the huge bathroom. He didn't remember ever having been watched as he undressed before, and when he slithered out of his briefs, his penis had never been more erect. As the boy stood in the bathroom, the man rose from his chair and slowly removed his clothes, carefully hanging the beautiful suit in the closet and prolonging the excitement since he was wearing so many more items than the boy. When he was naked, he turned to the boy and revealed a body that might escape notice in a uniform or suit but which, when naked, was a thing of beauty marvelously preserved through steady exercise and proper diet and covered with just the right amount of hair to excite the boy. The man was not large, about five feet eight and 165 pounds, but he was certainly nicely proportioned. His beautiful penis was about seven inches of youthful looking cut meat. The boy knew he could do wonders with this equipment! The man took the boy by the hand and led him into the large shower. He regulated the water and then turned to take the boy in his arms. He didn't know where they would go from here, but he needed to hold this smooth, slender, boyish body close to his own hard hairy one. It was a natural fit. They were exactly the same height and their cocks pressed together as the boy startled the man by bringing his lips to the man's and thrusting his tongue into the man's mouth. When they had finished exploring the insides of each other's mouths, the boy stepped back, took the soap in hand and began to slowly wash every inch of the man's body, thrilling to the touch and strangely exciting the man being touched. "What shall I call you?" the man said. "Jimbo, sir, and what shall I call you, sir?" "Don't call me 'sir'; my name is Victor." "I think I have dreamt of your body since I was a kid, Victor. Now I want to make you feel good." The boy began to kiss Victor's body. He reached the erect nipples and sucked and chewed on them causing Victor to gasp in surprise. Slowly he worked his way down the hairy chest kissing and licking as he lowered himself. Soon he had reached the navel where the large plum-colored dickhead eagerly awaited his ministrations. He put his tongue into the piss slit and then began to whirl his tongue around the entire head, licking under the rim. Victor had never felt anything like this. He could not restrain himself from moaning and crying out with joy which only inspired the boy to work harder. Jimbo was on his knees by now. He licked the length of the solid shaft massaging the pulsing veins as he worked his way to the gorgeous balls which thrust forward eagerly as the result of the full erection. He took the balls gently in his mouth and licked them. His hands, which had been exploring the strong, hairy legs reached the firm buttocks and as he swallowed Victor's pulsing penis into his throat, he worked his finger into the tight pucker seeking the magic spot which he knew would make this Victor's best climax ever. Victor felt his whole body undulating to the boy's touch. Never had he been so thoroughly aroused. He had been a virgin when he had married. His wife was a "lady"who would simply lay on her back and accept his seldom welcomed member as rarely as she could. Never would she agree to participate in "whoring" as she called anything other than the most conventional sex. He was glad they were in the bathroom with the door closed because he found himself hurling his entire body and screaming with pleasure as he reached the most exciting orgasm of his shallow existence and poured load after load of milky cum into the boy's eager mouth and throat. When he had finished, the boy rose to his feet and held the man in his arms. Jimbo had climaxed before Victor and it had long since gone down the drain. They stepped from the shower, dried off, and went into the bedroom to lay on the king-sized bed. Victor lay on his back more relaxed than he had ever been before. Jimbo lay on his side with one arm under Victor's waist and the other hand and arm exploring this mature man's body. They talked and talked realizing that they had many mutual interests in fine art, classical music, literature and theatre. Victor felt himself fully erect again and could not remember ever having had more than one orgasm in a day even back in those experimental teenage years when he and his buddies had gotten together and measured their growing cocks and jacked off to see who could shoot the furthest! Funny...he hadn't thought about those days for years. Then Victor followed an impulse. He said to Jimbo: "You know, I'm married. I'm not queer. I've never done anything like this before." The boy fondled the beautiful penis in his hands and acknowledged that he had assumed as much. "But I'm curious. Would you let me examine your body?" Without saying anything, the boy rolled over on his back and put his hands behind his head. Victor began to run his hands over the boy's upper body feeling the smooth, almost feminine, soft skin. Reaching further he found that although the boy had no hair on his chest or arms, his pubic hair was very abundant and his legs were quite hairy. The hair, unlike Victor's wiry hair, was very soft and silky. He ran his hands over the boy's body, but at first carefully avoided the fully erect penis and the small balls which were lifted so high by the erection which reached for the boy's navel. Finally he dared to put his hand on the boy's penis and thrilled to the touch of the pulsing shaft and hairy balls. He couldn't understand the fascination but he couldn't withdraw his hand either. The boy began to thrust from the pelvis and the man gripped the penis tightly as the boy worked it up and down, faster and faster. Victor felt himself drawn to that cockhead and even allowed himself to kiss it once. Then he stuck out his tongue to taste it. He pulled away just in time as the boy spurted hot spunk all over his lower body. Victor was horrified at what he had just done, but still felt compelled to put his finger into some of the fluid and bring it to his mouth to taste it. At first the boy said nothing; he just lay there and smiled. Victor continued to explore the boy's body acutely aware of his own swollen member. He reached around under the boy's body and caressed his smooth, tight buns. He remembered the sensation he had felt when the boy reached into his pucker and so he thrust his fingers into the boy'[s asshole and began to finger fuck him. "No one has ever done that to me before," the boy said. "But I know what you are thinking and I want you to have it. Go ahead. Put some of my cum on your dick as a lubricant and fuck me. I can take it." Victor eagerly did as he was told. He had heard of men fucking each other and as long as he had gone this far he might as well find out what it was luck. He smeared his hard prick with cum, lifted the boy's legs up and thrust himself into the small, tight ass. The boy let out a little cry then bit his lips. Tears streamed down his face. It felt as if a locomotive were thrusting into him and the kpain was almost unbearable and so sudden. But there was pleasure too. Victor was smiling and moaning and Jimbo wanted so badly to make him happy. Victor had mixed emotions. He realized almost immediately that he was hurting the boy but he could not bring himself to withdraw. He was too close. lIt did not feel as good as the blowjob had. He missed the ministrations of the boy's talented tongue. But this asshole was tighter than his wife's cunt had ever been and he was hot. He exploded into the boy and then waited until he was soft before withdrawing. Then he saw the tears and leaned forward to kiss them from the boy's face. They went once more into the shower where they gently washed the blood, sweat, tears, and jism from each other's bodies. Victor held Jimbo close and kissed him and said thanks and promised that he wouldn't do that again. Jimbo assured him that he wanted all that this fine man could give him. When they had stepped from the shower into the bedroom, Victor suddenly realized that while he had had a beautiful dinner, he had never inquired about the boy. Jimbo assured him that he had had a couple of hamburgers, but had worked up an appetite since. When the room service waiter arrived with a plate of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and beverages,they were still naked. Jimbo noticed that the handsome young black waiter had a rapidly gowing bulge in his pants as his eyes grew wide and he lingered even after he had been generously tipped. Jimbo smiled knowingly and winked at the waiter. They ate and then slept in the large bed with their arms around each other. Victor was awakened in the morning by the soft touch of the boy drawing his hand over Victor's beard. He was gascinated by the heavy growth since the boy only shaved every two or three days even though he was in his early twenties. From the beard, the boy's hands traversed the strong hairy body and as the beautiful penis rose to greet the morning sunshine the boy's lips and mouth were ready to receive it. They spent the day in the room even having a candlelit Thanksgiving dinner served in the room by the same waiter. The waiter lingered serving the wine and the desert and saying that he had no other orders. After dinner, Victor went into the bathroom and while the door was closed, Jimbo reached into the waiter's basket as he gave his instructions. Jimbo had known this waiter well from his earlier nights in this hotel with his sergeant. When Victor emerged from the bathroom in his robe, he found the other two naked. Jimbo led him to the bed and began to kiss him. The waiter came over to the bed and ministered to both eager dicks as they ministered to each other's bodies. They allowed themselves to be serviced and then brought the amazingly well endowed young black man into the bed with them. Jimbo guided Victor's hands over the body which might have been that of a Greek warrior. Jimbo brought the waiter to a climax and Victor understood what the boy was telling him. The waiter left at eleven, and Victor and Jimbo spent one last night in each other's arms. The next day the boy had to report to the base. Fort Knox was the largest military base in the country and they were sure they would never see each other again. As always in military liasons, no mention had been made of company, rank, duty, etc. It was better not to know. So it was with sheer astonishment when the boy reported to his office on Monday that he was introduced to Major Victor Thomasini, the new administrative officer for the post headquarters building. They managed to contain their surprise and by the end of the day, the major had made arrangements to have the boy assigned TDY to his home to help him make the place ready for his wife and children. The general agreed to the temporary duty...it was the beginning of a whole series of adventures the two would undertake in those last few months of the boy's required military duty. Neither would be the same again. I can be reached at jimteacher@hotmail.com
