This story may be true, or it may be fiction, or it may be based true events that may have happened, or may have not. It's up to you to decide. The usual disclaimer applies. Author holds the title to this story. If it is illegal for you to be reading this story, then don't. This story involves sex between two males. If this sort of material offends you, then don't read any further.
"Airmen" - Part I
I'm not originally from Las Vegas, but I was stationed at Nellis AFB about a year or so ago. In fact, that's around when this story takes place. I was a Senior Airman (SrA) in the U.S. Air Force. In fact, I still am in the Air Force, which is why I'm going to have to change the names of some people. My name is David, that much I can tell you. I'm of Spanish and British descent, but born in Oregon. I joined the Air Force shortly after graduating from high school. Right now, I'm 22. I'm about 5'10" and I really don't know how much I weigh - probably around 155. Well, for 155 pounds, I'm sure as hell a lightweight when it comes to alcohol!
I live on base in the dorms. I've got my own room, with a bed, a desk, a night stand, all that kind of stuff, but I share a bathroom with my next door neighbor. It's no big deal really. Being on base all day working takes its toll on you, so when night comes, especially on a weekend, I like to get out. I made a few friends on base from work. One guy in particular always caught my eye, his name is Bradley. Also a SrA and in his early 20's, we always got along great. Brad is my height if not an inch taller, and has one hell of a body. Seeing him off duty with a sleeveless shirt never failed to get my juices flowin'. One thing I always hated to do when it came to any of my guy friends was pretend that I was interested whenever they talked about chicks and shaggin' them, but you grin and bear it when your military career is on the line. He's originally from Maine I learned, shortly after I met him. He had a girlfriend from back home; they were High School sweethearts. Her name was Emerald, but she went by Emma. You would think after hearing him describe her, often times in graphic detail enough times, I'd be able to tell you what she looks like...but it all went in one ear, out the other with a detour around my brain; I care not to visualize that kind of stuff. Anyways, a few weeks after I met him, he had asked me if I wanted to go to some party off base at one of his buddy's house. It was Friday, there was gonna be alcohol, cute AF guys (though he didn't say the cute part) and "fine ass girls" - blech! I told him I'd go. He gave me directions to the house and told me to give him a call when I'm near so he could come outside and tell me where to park. I went back to my room, got ready and changed my clothes and went to the commissary to buy some shit I needed, and to buy a bottle of cheap vodka to bring since that is my favorite liquor. I left the base at around 7:00 and gave him a rang when I was close by.
"Hey, I'm turning the corner right now, come tell me where to park."
"Will do, see you in a few seconds," he responded,
Goddamn! When I saw him in those pair of jeans and his sleeveless shirt, I felt my dick twitch a bit, I was trying my best to control it so it wouldn't show when I got out. I parked my car across from the house and he met me while I was crossing the street.
"Cool, glad you could come," he said upon giving me a friendly punch on my shoulder.
"I told you I'd come." I said smiling.
What Bradley said next kinda caught me off guard.
"But I told you there would be fine ass chicks," he chuckled to himself.
He must've somehow sensed the shock that flew through my mind. I turned my head to give him a questioning look.
"Hey man, I know...don't worry about it, I haven't said a word...to anyone. Your secret's safe with me."
At this point in time, I'm thinking 'this guy brought me here so I could get my ass jumped by a bunch of homophobes', I swear I probably would've turned around and drove back home if he hadn't said what he said next.
"Hey, I asked you to come so you could meet some cool people, I didn't expect the 'fine ass girls' part to entice you into coming, that was just kind of like a test"
"A test?" I said.
"Yeah, you know...so was all that shit about my girl, I mean I do have a girlfriend back at home, but I don't go telling just anybody what kinda stuff we do behind closed doors," he replied.
He must've sensed the apprehension I felt. He gave me another friendly punch on my shoulder and motioned for me to follow him inside. When we stepped inside the house, the first thing that was brought to my attention was the size of the house. It was pretty big for an enlisted guy to be living in. I soon found out that four guys shared the house. They were our hosts. There were quite a few people I recognized there, most of them waving across the room, saying my name, greeting me. There were a bunch of people I didn't recognize also, and a few really slutty looking girls. I found out that they were in high school, so I suppose that explains that (no offense to you high school readers!). I quickly realized that I didn't bring my vodka in with me, and ran back outside to fetch it. I came back inside and went over to the kitchen to set the bottle down, and saw a huge cache of hard liquor along with some flavored mixers. This was gonna be some night! Bradley had gone off and started talking to a few people, while I made my way into the spacious living room. I heard my name being called over the loud music, and saw a few guys I knew from work. They all worked on aircraft, so I saw them quite a bit at work. My job in the Air Force is fuels, I refuel airplanes...fun stuff! I made my way over to the other couch where the two airmen who called my name were. We started jabbering about work and other loosely related stuff. After a few minutes of that, I got up to go make myself a drink. I saw some orange juice and a bottle of opened vodka and helped myself. After only like, 2 or 3 times of "helping myself" I was pretty tipsy. I don't stagger around helplessly when I'm drunk. In fact, I'm very controlled even when drunk. I don't let stupid things happen, but that goes differently when I get shit-faced, which only happens rarely. After a few hours of pointless jabbering, meeting new people, talking with the hosts, hanging out in the back patio, constant piss trips, dickin' around with Bradley, I was feeling pretty good. I've been to enough parties like this to know that I'm gonna be sleeping on a couch or on the floor somewhere since I don't ever drive while drunk. But Bradley had a different idea...
"Hey man...?" he said to me
"Yeah?" I replied around 12 seconds later somewhat drunkenly. Okay very drunkenly.
"Hey, I think you've had enough."
The last thing I remember from the actual party was him asking me for my keys, me taking it as an insult that he would think I would drive under the influence, then him apologizing and explaining that he was gonna leave his car here and drive us back to base. Apparently, he didn't have much to drink
I remember Brad driving up to the gate on base, showing the civilian contracted security guard my ID and driving up to the dorm rooms. He told me that I'd go to his dorm tonight since he didn't feel like carrying me up two flights of stairs. I drunkenly agreed with him and followed him to his room. He said something about the floor not being comfortable, and that I'd sleep in his bed. In the state I was in, I had completely forgot our brief conversation on the street, and as far as he was concerned, I was straight. I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed while Bradley went to bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed I suppose. The last thing I remember was the water in the bathroom running and the sound of a toothbrush brushing teeth...heh, how redundant.
Having absolutely no indication of what time it was since my phone was still in my pants, I woke up to the feeling of someone's hand on my stomach. Not a lot of time must've passed since I was still feeling a tad bit inebriated. I remembered the party and the fact that I was in Bradley's dorm and all. I brought my hand down and came in contact with the hand that was not mine resting on my stomach. I gave it a shake.
"Bradley?" I said, trying to wake him up. I figured he was having a dream or something which would possibly explain why his hand was on my stomach.
"Yeah?" He immediately responded.
"You're awake?" I said, a bit surprised.
"Yeah" He withdrew his hand, "sorry..." He paused, "I just wanted to feel your body. You're a bit warm...from all that drinking."
"No...it's alright, I just wanted to see if you were having a dream or something."
"Sorry about that."
"No, it's cool," I said.
He put his hand back on my stomach and drew himself a bit closer to me. At the time, we were sort of in a spooning position, except we weren't pressed together. The effects of the alcohol had slowly worn off during the few hours I slept. I was sober enough to realize what was going on, but I thought it'd be wise to pretend that I was just a bit more drunk than I actually was.
"Hmmm," he hesitated, "I've never really touched another guy like this..."
He paused again, "...I mean, in bed...like this."
I could sense the apprehension in his voice. Hah! Now it was his turn to be the apprehensive one!
"Really?, " I asked, "What's the difference between this and touching another girl?"
"I dunno, it just feels different," he answered, "I kinda like it"
"Hm," I hesitated thinking about what to say...
Silence filled the room. I could hear him breathing, but that was it.
"So do I," I finally uttered...
TO BE CONTINUED...