The Colonel

This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. Many years ago, I was a lieutenant colonel in the US Army, commander of a Special Forces battalion, a married man of 50. We had a son, my military career was on track, and I was due to retire in a short time. The USA was then at peace, the military did only training, and discipline problems were few. Problems with sexuality in the battalion usually had to do with men in the base hospital for treatment of a venereal disease or spats between husbands and wives. Homosexuality in the '70s was a growing problem in the military, and in those cases where "don't ask, don't tell" didn't work, occasionally we had to take more serious measures. But I sat on very few courts martial for homosexuality. I couldn't figure it out. Why would a man do that? I was completely straight. I had no physical interest in men.

But one day my whole life made an About-Face, and now I can hardly remember when I didn't have a wet spot in the front of my underwear and the taste of sperm in my mouth.

A sergeant and a corporal had been caught in flagrante delicto in oral sex with each other, and that was a court martial offense. But since both were good soldiers (otherwise), I chose to offer them what the Army calls "administrative punishment." Instead of going through a court martial and being kicked out of the Army, they would sit in a court over which only I would preside, and I would decide what punishment(s) they would receive.

On the day of the court, the sergeant and the corporal marched into my office and stood at Attention. Big guys, I thought, rough customers in a fight. Both were over six feet tall. Both weighed over 200 pounds. The sergeant was a little bigger, but both were top physical specimens, as most Green Berets are. I gave them At Ease and told them to sit down.

The orderly gave me the folder of information on the case and left the room. The only other person there with us was my clerk, taking notes on the proceedings as a witness. I opened the folder and was stunned. On top of the typed papers describing the situation and the offense were several photographs, the one on top showing the sergeant lying on a couch, completely nude, a big, heavily muscled stud stroking his big, fat cock?it must have been nine inches long!

I had seen plenty of naked men before, as we all have, especially in the military. I had seen men in the showers in the gym, in the showers in the barracks, and I had seen naked cocks in pornos, and so on, and I NEVER found myself interested in naked men. As I looked at that big sergeant with his very big cock, I didn't get upset. But the rest of the photos raised the ante. I couldn't pry my eyes away. Damn, look at that! They had pictures of the big corporal sucking on the sergeant's huge hardon, and I gazed dumbfounded at how his mouth stretched wide in a huge 'O' around the giant dong.

Sonofabitch! I got that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my cock got hard. Dammit, man, get a grip on yourself! I pushed the pictures aside and read through the typed documents, absent-mindedly rubbing my cock through my fatigue pants under my desk. I have no idea why that situation turned me on. Maybe because these were men I knew, men in my battalion, but I definitely had that butterflies-in-the-stomach, almost nervous feeling in a way I never had before. "All right, Corporal Tams, why don't you tell me just how this happened." I cursed myself that my voice cracked as I spoke.

"Well, sir," the corporal began, "I don't know what to say. One particular day I saw Sergeant Niely in the shower. He was shampooing his hair and had the soap all over his face, and?I don't know, I saw that big cock of his, and I just, you know?I don't know how to say this?I just couldn't look away." As he spoke, though, the corporal's face took on a strange, haunted expression, and gradually he started speaking more easily. "I knew Sergeant Niely was straight, and I knew that if I did anything, my time in the Army would be over."

He took a deep breath, and the sergeant shifted nervously in his chair. "But then he turned around, facing me," the corporal said, "and the soap finally ran out of his face. He looked into my eyes, and I froze. We both did. It was only for a moment kaynarca escort or two, but it felt like a goddamned eternity. And that big dong of his started to rise." The corporal gulped. "It rose up into a big, fuckin' cobra, a hooded monster with that big, black, cruel eye..."

By then I had a steel-hard dick jabbing painfully against the bottom of my desk. What in hell is the matter with you, man? These are queers! What the fuck are you doing with a hardon?? "All right, corporal, that's enough," I barked, surprised at how husky my voice had become. "What's your story, sergeant?"

The big sergeant looked up at me. "God, I don't know, sir. I don't know what came over me. We were alone in the showers. I don't know, when I saw the hunger in his eyes, it turned me on. I stood there looking at him until he reached down and took my dick in his hand. And then I don't know what came over us, but all of a sudden, we just sort of lunged at each other. I swear, sir, never in my life had I kissed a man." He paused for a long time, and when he spoke, his voice was very low. "But, sir?oh, God?I gotta admit it. I never enjoyed a kiss as much as that one." He paused again. "Next thing I knew, he was on his knees, and when I felt his mouth around my cock?I don't know?I lost all control." Another pause. "I admit it: I came right away in that man's mouth, and?" He took a deep breath. "It was like I swallowed a hand grenade." His eyes looked off into the distance. "God. I blew up like a cum-bomb." His voice dropped off to a whisper. "I never had that strong a feeling from any woman."

By then I realized I wasn't dealing with two repentant men, and the incident was obviously going to be repeated. If these guys were trying to convince me this breach of regulations would never happen again, they were doing a bad fucking job.

Worse, I was so hot that I could feel pre-cum almost spurting out of my cock. Even more embarrassing, I was afraid that when I stood up, I would have a wet spot on the front of my fatigues. "That's enough, sergeant. I think I've got the idea." I looked down at the pictures again. Damn, look at that guy's cock. And look at the corporal sucking it. It dawned on me that the pictures, taken by who knows what photographer, were not in the barracks?these guys had carried on their homosexual liaison after the first incident in the barracks showers. God, what did he feel? What would it be like? Look at the tip of that cockhead. What would it be like to put my mouth up to that thing and suck out that pre-cum? What does it feel like to kiss a man in the showers?

Stop it, man, stop this right now!! I snapped back to reality, cleared my throat, and made my decision. "You men are guilty of homosexual acts, which are against the Code of Military Conduct. Both of you have good Army records, though, so instead of dismissal from the Service, I specify that you, Sergeant Niely, be reduced in rank to the rank of corporal. You, Corporal Tams, will be transferred to another unit. The association of the two of you will stop at this point. And I order you both to cease this illicit activity with any other member of the military!"

Both men stood up and came to Attention. With no other alternative, I rose from my desk, and sure enough, I had a rock-hard erection that bulged out the front of my pants. I bit my lip. There was nothing I could do. I noticed both men flick a quick glance at my crotch, and I swear I saw a tiny smile on both faces. "Dismissed!" I snapped. They saluted, turned, and marched out of the office. I glanced down. Goddamn, the front of my pants was wet.

When the clerk left with the paperwork, I found myself breathing harder. Damn, what an experience! And I was horny, damn, I was horny, my dick still as hard as a grenade-launcher barrel. My office door was closed. No one would see in the windows?they were too high above the level of the street outside. I reached down to my fly. Yep, wet. And when I reached into my boxers to grasp my throbbing dong, my hand got slimy from the load of pre-cum smeared everywhere.

I looked around, then?yeah! I jacked off as I sat at my desk, so fucking horny, I needed only about a dozen strokes before ka-POW! I shot two big wads the size of marbles up into the air. One küçükyalı escort splattered down onto my desk. And I'll be a sonofabitch if the other didn't hit me in the face! Cum on my face! Ohmigod, how low have I sunk? But I was still horny enough to reach up, wipe the stuff from my nose and cheek?and suck it from my fingers. My own cum. Salty. Tastes like the smell of Clorox. And a bomb went off in my head?I like it!

I felt like a pile of shit. Goddamn, what's come over me?? Get a grip on yourself, man! I straightened myself up, cleaned off my desk, and left the battalion headquarters for the day. I drove back to my quarters, deep in thought. By the time I pulled up to the white-painted house provided to officers with families, I had myself under control. The situation was over.

Nobody was home. My wife was out doing shopping, and my son was who knows where. Even though I had talked myself down from the experience in my headquarters, I decided that I needed a good run, something to sweat the horniness out and clear my mind. I changed into a pair of grey sweatpants, a blue sweatshirt, and my running shoes. I run most days. Special Forces troopers have to stay in shape. Near the housing area is the beginning of a jogging trail the soldiers use for cross-country runs.

A few yards down the trail is a small latrine (to keep the soldiers from pissing in the bushes), and I went in to relieve myself in one of the urinals. When I finished, I couldn't stop thinking of the delicious jackoff session in my office. I continued to stroke my cock as I thought about that ex-sergeant's big dong. Another man stepped up beside me to piss in the next urinal. I didn't want to, but I glanced over.

Damn! A fine cock, long and thick, with a bulging purple head. Even bigger than Sergeant Niely's. And he caught me. "Like what you see?" he said in a low voice.

I blushed, my face red-hot. "Naw," I grunted, turning away. I was pissed. I should arrest the fucker for conduct unbecoming a soldier?but I was the one caught staring at another man's cock. I stared down at my own, wondering how in hell I was going to get out of there without showing that I had a hardon. I'll be lucky if I'm not the one charged with unbecoming acts in an Army latrine!

Then I felt a hand on my cock and warm breath on my right ear. I was stunned, caught, as the saying goes, with my pants down. "What the fu?" But the fingers gripped me firmly, and the thumb rubbed up and down under my cockhead. I should have shoved back and slugged the guy, the fucking queer, but I gasped as my cock instantly turned into a steel pipe, and as he ground his crotch into my ass?I felt weak. Like a fast-forwarding tape, the experience of the two homosexuals in my office screamed through my head. Strange butterflies danced in my gut again, that feeling that something important was about to happen.

I turned around to see who was groping me, and as I did, he let go. The guy was wearing the Army Physical Training uniform?white tee shirt and black boxer shorts?so he was a soldier, not a civilian employee or some serviceman's kid. He was built like a football player, trim waist, flat stomach, and well-defined chest, all well outlined in his tight shirt. He stood about six foot three and had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen.

I blinked. The guy was handsome, to say nothing of being built like a brick shithouse. I glanced down. Jesus fucking Christ! Okay, my own dick was out in the open air and standing-up hard, but the GI had his own cock in his hand, and from his stroking, the thing had grown much bigger than the hefty pecker I had seen when he first started pissing. Damn, the fucking thing is huge! Twice as big as Niely's!

The guy's blue eyes burned into me. "Go on," he said in a low, deep, masculine voice. "Take hold of it. You know you want to."

The arrogant motherfucker! I'm a goddamned lieutenant colonel! But in that latrine I was just a gray-haired man in a sweatsuit. And he had me to rights: I did want to touch it. I couldn't believe it was so big. No, goddamn it, stop! Don't! No!! But my body betrayed me. I reached over and grasped it. It was darker than his body, long and thick, with angry veins along its length. It seared my hand like I had grabbed sancaktepe escort a red-hot bar. Don't do anything more! Get out of here! RUN out!!?but I began to stroke it, marveling that it grew even bigger and harder until my mouth fell open in awe?Jesus, I can't close my fingers around it. God, what a cock!

As I gazed down at the magnificent club, the guy's face moved closer. When I looked up, he astonished me by kissing me on the mouth! No! Agh! I'm not kissing a MAN!! But then, what the hell?you're jacking his cock. And rather than yank my head back, I returned the kiss. When his tongue thrust into my mouth, my own fought and dueled with it. I sighed. You bastard! Don't let yourself LIKE this!!

But I did. I was turned on like a lap dancer was squirming on my crotch. I stood kissing the man for a long, long time?I don't know how long, but I got drunker as the moments ticked by. When we finally broke, those piercing blue eyes bored into me, "Go on, suck it. You know you want to."

What?? Now just a goddamned minute! No way am I going to suck a man's cock! But against my will, my body took over. I sank to my knees, bringing my face close to his crotch and that huge, glorious dong. I grasped it and pulled it down to my mouth. Don't!! Goddamn it, if you do, you will forever be a cocksucker! I tried to resist. I really did. Instead of mouthing it, I swirled my tongue around the head. But it wasn't enough. I dragged my tongue, writing a wet line along the underside and down its length to his balls. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "Work it, Bitch. Suck that dick."

Bitch?? No fucking way am I going to?but his hand on my head held me firm, and I gave in. I opened wide and took the commanding bulb into my mouth. Oh, God, I'm sucking a cock! I'm a cocksucker! I fought the overpowering feeling that I liked it. It was warm, no, hot in my mouth. I tasted the tangy pre-cum slathered around it, and it went to my head like whiskey.

He began to rock his hips back and forth, pistoning his meat in and out of my face, and for as much as I hated what I was doing and wanted to get to my feet, I got used to the feeling and began to fondle his balls with my left hand. "Yeah, you want it don't you," he murmured. "You like the taste of dick, don't you?"

I didn't know what to say. For one thing, I had a dick in my mouth. My mind tried to rationalize me out of it: if I can get him off, he'll go on his way, and I can forget this ever happened. I stroked his shaft with my right hand and bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my tongue roughly working the underside on every downstroke. When I had a strong rhythm going, he began to moan, his hips picked up speed, his balls tightened up, and his thrusts became deeper and deeper. Finally he grabbed my head in both of his hands and fucked my throat mercilessly, each thrust deeper, choking me, shutting off my air. Finally, with a loud, primal grunt, he crushed my nose into his cockhairs, and his penis pulsed against my tongue while a warm, slimy fluid spurted down my throat.

I swallowed it. I gulped it down. I loved it. The Taste of Male. You dumb bastard, don't you DARE like that shit! If you ever get out of here, you are going to forget all about this!! YOU ARE AN ARMY OFFICER, NOT A COCKSUCKER!

When he was finished, he pulled his cock out and wiped it over my head, smearing the slime through my Army buzzcut. "Yeah," he grunted, "let's make you a little grayer." Then he pushed me away, and I sat back gasping for air. I felt used, humiliated, the taste of his cock in my mouth, and his sperm matting my hair. He looked down with a post-orgasmic smile, a big, masculine archangel.

That could have ended it. Right then I could have left. He had his way with me, he was spent, and I could have gotten up and walked out. That's exactly what I'm going to do! I stood up.

But I didn't take a step. I hesitated.

And he saw that. He knew. And so did I: I liked what had happened. I wanted more. He stared at my cock standing tall at its full, hard eight inches, jutting out of my sweatpants under my gray cockhairs. NO!! He has NOT made me his bitch, goddamn it! But my cock was as hard as a diamond, and I knew different. My mind reeled. No, this is bullshit! I'm a goddamn officer! I'm 50 years old! I'm a fucking married man!! But it happened: he dropped his shorts and growled, "Drop your pants, Bitch."

"Don't call me 'Bitch,'" I growled, but I obeyed, loosening the waist-string of my sweatpants and dropping them to my ankles.

TO BE CONTINUED...