In the end, I walked up to the door as if I owned the place, reached down, started to pick up the boxers – I tried to concoct an excuse for going up to his porch, but there was no newspaper to put on his doormat, no piece of dropped mail to leave at his door, nothing.
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What if one of them was shooting video of me right now – and oh God, what if somebody loaded that video onto the internet? My life would end. And cameras – there are freaking cameras everywhere these days. What if somebody saw me? What if he was peeking through the blinds right now, trying to figure out what I was up to. Truth is I was working up the courage to dart up there, snatch them and hustle back to my unit for a morning of crotch sniffing and jerking off. I must have presented an odd sight, standing there on the sidewalk staring at a basket of laundry. I could see myself stuffing that wad of boxers under my nose and inhaling deeply, savoring the aroma of piss, sweat, cum, ass, and the earthy, manly, musky odor of sex. God, talk about visions of sugarplums dancing in my head – except these weren’t plums but juicy military boy balls, and that fat cock that must go with them, and that meaty ass. And right there at the top of the heap was a rumpled pair of boxers. He had left his laundry basket on the front porch, and it was filled with dirty clothes. But as I passed BMW boy’s place my eye was immediately drawn to something. I chucked it into a trash can on my way back to my unit. I went out to the mailbox to get yesterday’s mail, which amounted to nothing but junk. Since I live alone I didn’t see that as a problem he was probably enjoying the privacy. It seems BMW boy’s roommates returned to their respective homes for the holidays and he was left there alone. Nothing much happened until a week or so before Christmas. Sometimes BMW boy went out on a date, but he never seemed to score, considering the hours he spent with his roommates out on the back porch, smoking and talking about how weird the girl was, and how her father came with them on their date. They drank a lot of beer in their off hours. The boys would leave for the base around 6:30 and come back by 4 or so. Over the ensuing months I continued my sneaky observation of the Air Force household. I could picture myself diving into that ass with my tongue, eating out his 22-year-old anus. He wore those clingy basketball shorts which showed off that big ass without much left to the imagination. What I remember best about him was his meaty ass. He looked like a slightly stockier version of the Facebook guy, Mark Zuckerberg. Due to this clandestine observation I learned there were three of them, an Asian fellow who drove an SUV, a block-headed white guy and his motorcycle, and BMW boy.īMW boy was about 5-7 or 5-8, 165 pounds, with short, curly hair. Over the next few days I kept on eye on them. Probably 90 percent of them were untrue, but that didn’t make them bad stories. Guys that age always seem to have stories about Mom or Dad walking in on their lovemaking, or a condom coming off inside a vagina, or hubby returning early from a business trip. As the night wore on their conversation became more ribald until they were describing individual sex acts, and the crazy things that happened during such encounters. Sitting in my upstairs office behind the computer, I could hear everything they said.
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It was autumn so I had my windows and sliding glass doors open to air out the townhouse. Later they retired to the upstairs patio where they talked late into the night. They owned practically no possessions so there wasn’t much to move – basically a couch and TV, a couple of beds, and boxes of clothes. So it was with more than a little interest I noticed the new BMW coupe parked at the townhouse next door. With $600 a month lying around they can afford such vehicles. If two or three share one place, they can split the rent and pocket the rest, which is why you see so many young airmen, fresh out of basic, driving Mustang GTs and American Eagle motorcycles. The military gives each serviceman a housing allowance for living off base. In fact, it’s usually two or three hot little airmen sharing a townhouse. It has its benefits.įor starters, not a month goes by without a hot little airman moving into my townhouse complex. I felt his knob push against my ring and slowly, almost gently, it slipped inside.
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I felt it rub against my anus and I tried to relax and open myself to him.
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Was he carrying lube in his pocket? No matter.
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His dick left my crack for a moment and when it returned, it was hard and slippery.