Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 03:17:37 +0200
From: qcy@usa.com
Subject: B-52 Bomber Blowjob

The B-52 Bomber Blowjob

"A Fictional U.S. Air Force Gay Sex Story Set in the Late 1970s"

By July of this year, Ava had been intimate with her husband's best friend,
Eric, about six or seven times since February of that year.  They simply
couldn't get enough of each other whenever Eric's new bride, Ruby, would
run off to the nearest big city to scratch her itch for cocks larger than
what her husband brought to their marriage bed.  Ruby had actually told Ava
about her love of big dicks, but Ava didn't care because Ruby leaving
always meant Ava was going to be warming Eric's bed a few times until Ruby
returned.  Ava had no problem with Eric's size.  In fact, she thought
Eric's cock was perfect for her in every way, especially since it came
attached to Eric who Ava thought was the ultimate Cutie Pie.

Even though Ava and Eric had been getting together for around six months
now, Ava had yet to become comfortable about what she and Eric might be
doing to her husband Mike.  Don't misunderstand, Ava absolutely loved the
passion she and Eric shared and didn't want it to ever end.  But Ava
constantly worried that she might be hurting Mike, especially if he ever
found out just how good Eric was in the sack.

So, she refrained from initiating any conversations with Mike about what
went on during her trysts with Eric, out of respect for Mike, who she did
not want to hurt under any circumstances.  After all, it was Mike who had
given Ava and Eric this unrestricted hall-pass back in late February.  Mike
called it, his Gift to Ava, and it really was.  All he had ever asked of
Ava was for her to always come back to him and she always did and promised
she always would.  She wasn't going to do anything that might jeopardize
her time with Eric.

However, below Mike's radar, this strong attraction between Eric and Ava
had quietly been transforming itself, over the last six months, into what
any thoughtful person would consider to be true love.  Without either
person seeking it out, Ava had found herself completely in love with two
men at the same time and Eric was head over heels in love with a married
woman he couldn't have permanently.  It was a dilemma that Eric and Ava
subconsciously chose to ignore, simply hoping their rapturous bliss would
never end.  All they wanted was to enjoy each other as much as they could,
while they could, for as long as they could.

When Mike asks her questions about her lengthy nights with Eric, and he
always does, Ava tries to answer him honestly, but revealing only the
vaguest and most nebulous of details about how her and Eric pleasure each
other during their six, eight, and sometimes even ten hours of passionate,
uninterrupted, fairytale sex in Eric's home.  Ava couldn't believe her good
fortune when Eric fell into her world six months ago and the secret she
kept from Mike for over four decades, was that Eric was an absolute fucking
rock star in the bedroom.  She did this because she was adamant about not
wanting to hurt Mike, her husband, her hero, and her first true love!  To
her, Mike always was and always would be #1.

But when push came to shove, Ava reluctantly admits only to herself, that
even though Mike is a considerate, generous lover and is even slightly
larger in the cock department than Eric, Mike was just not in the same
league as Eric was in the bedroom.  To use a sports metaphor, 23-year-old
Mike had successfully made it to the Bedroom Minor League years ago where
he consistently plays a solid, reliable game and will forever remain in
good standing in Ava's heart and bed.  She loves him to the moon and back
and rates sex with Mike as being fantastic with no complaints!

On the other hand, by age 20, Eric was already starring in the Bedroom
Major League where he's guaranteed to knock it out of the park twice every
game, gives Ava 8 to 12 RBIs (orgasms) every game, and sometimes even gives
Ava an incredible 4 or 5 RBIs in just one inning alone.  With his
extra-hard bat always ready, Eric has never failed to play as many innings
of overtime as Ava wants to play.  And Ava voted Eric the Bedroom League's
MVP for three years running!  Mike was her hero, but Eric was her rock
star!  Ava had it bad for him and she never wanted it to end.

The now 21-year-old Eric was always full of steamy questions about Ava
whenever he was alone with Mike in a vehicle or at work or eating lunch in
the chow hall, or anytime the two best friends found themselves alone
together.  They both seemed to enjoy their secretive, titillating exchanges
of hot sexual tidbits about making love with Mike's fiery, little,
20-year-old wife Ava.

One of those times was in the late 1970s on a Saturday in July, when Eric
and Mike pulled weekend standby duty together at the Avionic Systems Shop
(ASS) at the northern tier U.S. Air Force base where they were both
stationed.  Every weekend a different pair of ASS technicians would have
weekend standby.  The late 1970s was at the height of the Cold War and
their base was no stranger to the international tensions of the time.

Every few months, the weekend standby duty roster would rotate through all
the other techs in the shop eventually making it back around to Mike and
Eric.  They always pulled it together because they lived near each other
off base and as a result carpooled together to work on the Air Force base.
Plus, being best friends, they did almost everything else together.

It was always Mike who Eric called whenever he came home from work and
found that Ruby had left him yet again.  It was always Mike and Ava who
helped Eric through the pain and anguish in the immediate aftermath each
time Ruby left him.  And it was Ava who comforted Eric in ways that only a
woman can comfort a man.  However, when Ruby returned after being gone for
weeks to months doing her cheating thing, Ava then kept her hands off Eric,
if not her mind, until the next time Ruby left, which she always did.

This Saturday morning, Mike and Eric rode together arriving at the ASS shop
on base at 0800 hrs.  There were a couple of B-52 maintenance jobs leftover
from Friday that still needed to be completed.  Thankfully, neither bomber
was on the alert pad which would've generated an extremely high-priority,
maintenance work order called a Red Ball.  During the tensions of the Cold
War, Red Balls required that the warbird be returned to mission capable
status within a very short time.

So, it looked like they would have an easy Saturday with just two small
jobs on the flightline to break up the day's monotony until 1600 hrs when
they could finally go home where they would both have to remain on
telephone standby until 0700 hrs Monday morning.  Telephone standby meant
that you had to be at your home to answer your telephone, which were all
landline phones back in the late 1970s.

Basically, you were stuck in your home or dorm for the balance of the
weekend and always had to have a vehicle ready to go.  If your family only
had one vehicle, then your wife didn't get to leave with the car either.
But that restrictive duty was rewarded by you being allowed to choose two
days off during the upcoming week.  Most airmen chose to take the next
Thursday and Friday off thereby giving them a four-day weekend as
compensation for their recent standby weekend.

Being the ranking member of the two, it was Mike's job to figure out what
their workday was going to look like.  Once that was done, he walked down
the hallway in the Bomb Wing to the forward supply point where he
requisitioned the two pieces of equipment needed for the two flightline
jobs.  While Mike was occupied with Supply, Eric went outside to inspect
and make-ready the shop's flightline truck.  By 0900 hrs, they had
everything they needed in the truck and were driving on the flightline
heading out to the first aircraft on their list.

That first job was to replace a blade antenna mounted on the underbelly of
the aft section of the aircraft, which only took them about 30 minutes.
Interestingly, there were already about a dozen technicians from various
shops working all over this bomber on what should normally have been a
quiet Saturday morning on the flightline.

Eric did most of the work on this job because he was easily a half-foot
shorter than Mike, making it considerably less difficult for him to do the
overhead work when you had to twist your torso and tilt your head sideways
from a crouched position underneath the bomber's belly.

To make matters worse, this bomber had a full load of jet fuel causing its
fuselage to sit quite a bit lower than it normally would if it's wing tanks
were empty.

"Full tanks, special antenna, aircraft receiving lots of maintenance on a
Saturday morning, this bird must be flying somewhere important tonight or
tomorrow," Mike thought to himself.

Standing upright while watching Eric work under the bomber, Mike was very
happy he wasn't the one contorting himself like Houdini, to swap out that
antenna.

The next job was to replace a small panel in the rear facing Avionic
Officer's (AO) station on a different bomber.  Things were quiet on the
second bomber which they found all by itself way up at the north end of the
maintenance flightline.

They signed in with the aircraft's crew chief at his little trailer near
the vehicle driving lane in front of the aircraft.  A look at the crew
chief's form 781's revealed that the ASS shop had the only job scheduled on
this bird today.  Mike and Eric knew that the crew chief was probably going
to take a long nap later.

By 0945 hrs on this mid-July morning, it was warm, but not yet hot on the
concrete tarmac at this northern tier Air Force base.  Mike and Eric told
the crew chief they appreciated that he had already opened up the aircraft
hatches to allow the cooler morning air to flow through the bomber's crew
compartments.  Even up here in the far north, BUFFs, as the bombers are
known, can be pretty hot to work in under the midday, summer sun.  A/C
carts are available if it gets too hot but are a bitch to get.  Most
avionics technicians try to do their work early in the morning if possible
or just quickly sweat it out in the afternoon rather than put the crew
chief through all the hassle of getting an A/C cart.

Carrying their toolbox and equipment, Mike and Eric stepped up onto the
crew hatch for the lower deck that housed the Bomb Navigator's station and
the Bombardier's station.  Then Eric made his way up the ladder to the
upper flight deck where he turned around to reach down and grab the toolbox
and equipment Mike passed up to him.  When technician heights are
mismatched, as theirs were, the taller guy always does the handing of
equipment up to the upper flight deck.  Then Mike also climbed the ladder
to the upper deck where he turned around and promptly pulled the heavy,
metal floor grate back over the deck hatch opening just behind the AO and
Tail Gunner's ejection seats.  You are required to put that grate back in
position once you are on the upper deck, so no one accidentally falls
through the open deck hatch down to the lower deck.

Mike took a moment to make sure all the safety pins were in place before he
sat down on the AO's ejection seat while Eric positioned the toolbox
between the two ejection seats and opened it for Mike.  The panel that Mike
had to replace would only take a few minutes to remove and replace and Eric
said to Mike, "While you do that, I'm going to stretch out on the bunk for
a while.  I think changing that antenna fucked my back up."  Mike replied,
"That's fine, I'll be done here in a few minutes myself."  This was a
one-man job and only needed a flashlight.  It didn't even require power on
the aircraft, which the crew chief probably also appreciated.  "Yep,
naptime for the crew chief as soon as we leave," Mike thought.

Since they were alone in the aircraft and no more than six feet apart, Eric
began talking to Mike about Ava and asking him very intimate questions
about her, which Mike always enjoyed and did his best to answer.  Mike
always felt proud that Ava was his girl, and he received an unusual
satisfaction seeing other guys salivating over his beautiful wife knowing
they could not have her...well...no one could except for Eric, who Ava
could invite into her bed anytime she wanted.

Mike occasionally took heat for being married to such a beautiful woman.
For example, at the shop's Christmas party last December where Ava finally
got to meet everyone Mike worked with, an inebriated SSgt staggered up to
Mike, put his hand on Mike's shoulder, and teased him asking, "How the hell
did an ugly motherfucker like you ever get a hot babe like that?"  Mike
took it in stride whispering his reply, "She loves my big dick!  She just
can't get enough of it!  By the way, I'd like to meet your wife.  Could you
introduce us?"  The drunk SSgt pushed Mike backwards sneering, "Fuck you,"
as he teetered away.  Ava seen the push, walked over to Mike, and asked,
"What's that all about?"  Mike said, "Nothing.  He's just a drunk asshole."

Of course, Eric's questions usually triggered follow-up questions and
answers causing more information to pour forth from Mike and that's how
their hot, juicy conversations about Ava always got started.  Ava
frequently teased Mike and Eric accusing them of talking too much about
her.  She laughs and says, "You're like two horny 16-year-old boys
exchanging nasty notes about a girl you both like!"  They readily admitted
it, but Ava would never have asked them to stop because she knew she was
the girl benefiting from their steamy conversations!

Once he finished the panel job, Mike buttoned up the toolbox, and sat it on
top of the deck hatch grate.  Then he sat down on the bunk next to Eric's
legs, patted his right palm on Eric's thigh, and asked, "How's your back
doing?"  After Eric assured Mike, that his back was okay, they got back to
their previous conversation exploring all aspects of having hot sex with
their beautiful Ava.

Many times, over the last six months, Mike and Eric had high-fived each
other and swore that they were the luckiest motherfuckers on Earth!  Ever
since their first date in the fall of 1972, Ava always made Mike feel like
he was the most important man in the world to her.  Eric had once told Ava
that she always made him feel 10 feet tall even when she wasn't around!
And Ava felt like a queen whenever she was with her "Boys", as she called
the two young studs who adored her.  Ava truly loved giving her heart and
body to her Boys and in return her Boys delighted in sharing the hot,
little, 105-pound vixen with each other.

Respect was abundant between the three of them and there was never any
jealousy.  It truly was polyamory at its best.  Unfortunately, their
polyandrous love triangle ended 2-1/2 years after it began when Mike
received orders reassigning them to another Air Force base 900 miles away.
It was a very sad day for all three when Mike and Ava left Eric behind.
They spoke on the phone many times over the years, but never saw each other
again before Eric died nearly 30 years later.

The crew rest bunk was located several feet behind the cockpit in a
somewhat dark area of the upper flight deck of a B-52 bomber.  There was a
heavy, light-blocking curtain that could be pulled across the cockpit
behind the pilot and copilot seats to block most of the light streaming in
the cockpit windows from reaching the bunk and the rear-facing AO and
Gunner's stations.  Darkness was required for everyone but the Pilot and
Co-pilot to do their work.

The bunk area of an unoccupied B-52 bomber was the perfect place for Mike
and Eric to have their saucy conversations about Ava.  If they kept their
voices down, no one could overhear them and if someone stepped up from the
tarmac onto the first step of the crew hatch, they would immediately hear
it.  Plus, no one would be able to easily climb up and onto the upper deck
with the deck hatch grate in place and a toolbox sitting on top of it.

Eric took advantage of this fortunate seclusion and began a particularly
hot conversation with Mike asking him the most intimate and erotic
questions about sex with Mike's wife Ava.  Being a quiet Saturday on the
flightline, they both knew they had all day and there was no reason to rush
their conversation.  Consequently, the conversation about Ava had become
very arousing for the both of them by the time Mike happened to glance down
and saw the tent standing proudly in the crotch of Eric's green uniform
pants.  Mike was sitting and so he was able to adequately hide his slightly
larger erection.  But with Eric lying on his back, the tent created by his
erection was in full view and Eric didn't seem to care that Mike could see
his state of arousal.

When Mike saw that Eric was tenting, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to
tease his best friend just a little.  So, in the semi-darkness he reached
over and began groping Eric's package with his right-hand giving Eric's
hard cock several firm squeezes, saying, "God damn Eric, your cock's hard
as a railroad spike!"  After Mike made the statement, he didn't pull his
hand away, instead continuing to gently massage Eric's cock through his
uniform pants.

In the semi-darkness, Eric grinned his toothy smile at Mike as he replied,
"Can you really blame me after the way we've been talking about Ava this
morning?"  Yet, Eric made no move to pull away or stop Mike from fondling
his hard package.  A few more quiet and erotic moments passed, with Mike
still rubbing and massaging Eric's nice bulge.  Finally, Mike said to his
close friend, "Ava has told me how good looking and perfectly proportioned
your cock is and was even gleeful about how hard it gets.  She's also told
me she loves yours as much as mine.  So, I'd kind of like to see my
competition?", as Mike took the initiative and began pulling down the
zipper of Eric's fly ever so slowly.

Eric, still grinning, teased Mike a little when he said, "Well, since I've
never seen yours, I'll have to assume that's a compliment.  And I could
never compete with you.  I'm just happy with what I get.  So sure, go
ahead."  Mike laughed as he slid his fingers into Eric's zipper opening and
began caressing Eric's hard cock again this time over just his underwear.
Separated by only the thin cloth, Mike's fingers could now make out the
corona ridge around Eric's cock head and the engorged veins crisscrossing
his cock and pulsing with Eric's every heartbeat.

The increase in sensation of Mike's fingers on Eric's stiff love tool
produced a faint moan from Eric and caused him to shift his butt on the
bunk.  After about a minute of this gentle finger caressing, Mike said,
"Maybe you better take it out for me, so I don't hurt you...because I don't
think it's gonna bend any.  Also, I'd love to see your balls too.  Bring
everything out through your zipper.  Much quicker to put away in case
somebody steps up on the crew hatch."

Without further comment, Eric reached into his pants and began adjusting
his underwear in a way that would allow him to pull his fully erect cock
and low hanging balls out through his zipper opening.  When he was finally
done, he asked, "Can you see, or do you need a flashlight?"

Mike had his right hand resting on Eric's inner right thigh stroking it
gently with his fingertips while Eric was reaching into his pants to
display his cock for Mike.  Mike replied, "I can see it just fine," then
moved his hand up and cradled Eric's cock shaft with his fingers wrapping
around the topside of it and he began gently stroking the sensitive
frenulum with his thumb.  Eric gasped a little as Mike rubbed the pad of
his thumb up near the head on the underside of Eric's cock.

Mike knew that talking about Ava would really get Eric wound up, so he
asked him, "Does Ava touch you like this sometimes?" as he continued
stroking Eric's frenulum with his thumb.  Eric didn't answer but Mike was
pretty sure he felt Eric's cock jump in his hand.

Mike cranked it up some more saying, "My God, it's a wonder Ava has never
chipped a tooth on this thing!  You've got the hardest cock I've ever
felt!"  Eric lifted his head up off the bunk a little to look at Mike and
laughingly asked him, "You've felt a lot of hard cocks, have you?"

"A few," Mike replied with a sly smile, "I'll tell you about them sometime
if you want," he added.

Eric said, "I'd like that and maybe I'll share a few stories of my own."

Mike then shifted his sitting position on the side of the bunk as he fully
closed his right hand around Eric's cock and began to slowly stroke it up
and over the cock head.  To tease Eric a little more he asked, "Do you like
this?"

Eric moaned with each gentle stroke, "Oh fuck...oh shit...mmm...what the
hell do you think?"

"Yea, it sure feels like you do," Mike remarked as he gave Eric's cock a
little squeeze, adding, "Ava also says she likes doing this to you..."
Then in one quick motion Mike slid his hand down Eric's cock to his balls
pulling his cock straight up and away from Eric's body while Mike rotated
his torso and lowered his head toward Eric's crotch using his warm mouth to
completely engulf Eric's hard, tumescent cock.

This unexpected turn of events in their friendship pleased Eric immensely.
In response to the sudden, welcome warmth now engulfing his rigid cock,
Eric gasped, rapidly sucking in air through his clenched teeth.  At the
same time, a tremor of tension causes Eric's butt to tremble involuntarily,
arching his groin up a few inches off the bunk, while gliding his cock
deeply into that incredibly sensual feel of slippery heat inside the other
airman's warm, wet mouth.  Eric pushing his cock deeper into Mike's mouth,
was all the green light Mike needed to begin giving his friend some
exquisite head.  Mike was determined to make this the best blowjob he'd
ever given anyone.

With Eric's cock being a bit smaller than average, Mike found he could
dance his tongue completely around Eric's beautiful cock, teasing and
tickling, causing Eric to whimper and react with quivering jolts of
pleasure.  Mike especially liked that there was plenty of room in his
larger than average mouth to vigorously run the entire textured surface of
his tongue up and down the underside of Eric's shaft even while his cock
was completely buried in Mike's mouth.  Finally, Eric lowered his butt back
down on the bunk and began relaxing his muscles just a bit from the initial
tension of the unexpected, yet very pleasurable and deep penetration of
Mike's hot mouth.

Mike had only been sucking on his friend's cock for just a few minutes,
when, in his mind, he was already agreeing with Ava that sucking smaller
cocks was infinitely more pleasurable than trying to suck a big one.  Mike
redoubled his efforts on Eric's cock by working over the head and shaft
with his lips, tongue, cheeks, and even his teeth until Eric was softly
moaning his desire for more and panting deliriously from the pleasure
already received.

Mike then removed his right hand from Eric's balls and left Eric's cock
behind as he nibbled his way down the shaft until he could start sucking
and tonguing Eric's balls.  Mike sucked one ball at a time into his
welcoming mouth lathering Eric's fuzzy nut sack with warm saliva, then
scrubbing and bathing it with his tongue.  Having been on the pleasant
receiving end of Ava's blowjobs, Mike knew the sensations his mouth was
delivering were driving Eric wild.

After a few minutes, Mike discovered he could put both of Eric's smallish,
loose-hanging balls into his mouth at the same time.  "Ffffuuuckkkkkk...",
Eric groaned from deep within his throat, as his body twisted, tingled, and
tensed in response to the unique sensations he was experiencing for the
first time having both his testicles completely enveloped inside Mike's
warm mouth.  This extracted an incredible compliment from Eric exclaiming,
"My God Mike!  No one's ever done that to me!  It's like my whole body is
suddenly inside the warmth of your mouth.  It's mind-blowing...absolutely
mind-blowing!"

Mike gently expelled Eric's wet balls and furry scrotum from his mouth to
reply, "Glad I could be the first to do that for you.  I may have enjoyed
doing it almost as much as you did receiving it."

Mike continued giving Eric intense pleasure through his testicles for a few
more minutes before he licked and nibbled his way back up to the tip of
Eric's cock.  With Eric's cock head partially inside Mike's mouth, he still
managed to ask Eric, "Does Ava ever let you cum in her mouth?"

To which Eric immediately snapped back, "Hell no!  I've never asked her
either.  What if I wanted to kiss her afterwards?"  Mike ended that
conversation with, "Well, you're cumming in my mouth today, but rest
assured there won't be any kissing afterwards.  That would be fucking
gross!"

"I can agree with that!", Eric shot back.

Mike returned his attention to Eric's cock and quickly did a few deep,
tight sucks before he pulled Eric's engorged love organ from his mouth with
a pop and said, "Eric, I'd love to keep doing this to you for another hour
or two or maybe even more, but we don't want to get caught and ruin our
careers.  So why don't you grab my head and face-fuck me for all your
worth?  And don't stop until I'm gagging on your load!"

Eric needed no further encouragement quickly warning Mike, "You better get
ready then, because I'm about to fuck your head off!"  He roughly grabbed
Mike's head with both hands, lifted his ass up off the bunk, and began
thrusting his pelvis to piston his cock vigorously in and out of Mike's
mouth.  Mike curled his lips over his teeth so as not to savage Eric's
cock, while at the same time sucking all the air out of his mouth to
provide Eric the tightest face-fuck possible.  And finally, Mike pressed
his tongue tightly up against the underside of Eric's cock as it was
sliding in and out and battering Mike's mouth.  Short of slipping a lubed
finger inside Eric's asshole, which Mike couldn't get to, Mike decided he
was now giving Eric as much pleasure as one man can possibly give another
with just his mouth.

Eric stopped thrusting Mike's mouth for a second and told Mike, "This
position is hurting my back.  I'm going to roll to my side and lay your
head on the bunk."  Then, Eric began rolling to his right holding his hands
on Mike's head to keep Mike's mouth on his cock while he maneuvered Mike's
head down onto the bunk.  Once he had Mike's head in this new position,
Mike's mouth and face were more in line with Eric's cock and Eric began
face fucking Mike's mouth with greater ease.  Next, he used his firm grip
on Mike's head to press the left side of Mike's face tight against the thin
mattress on the bunk, while he increased the pounding, he was giving Mike's
mouth.  And Mike took it like a man!

Eric was really slamming away at Mike's mouth now!  Back when Mike was in
the 8th grade, a well-hung boy named Dominic used to enjoy vigorously
face-fucking Mike.  But even as rough as Dominic was, that was nothing
compared to what Eric was doing to Mike's mouth right now.  Mike was pretty
sure his mouth was going to be sore tomorrow.  He might even have trouble
eating.  While his mouth was getting fucked clear into next week, Mike
thought to himself, "Even with his smaller dick, Eric's still a fucking
animal!  No wonder Ava loves sex with him so much."

Eric was now so close to his orgasm that it only took a few more seconds of
him railing Mike's hot mouth before he froze at the end of a deep stroke
holding Mike's head dead still with his cock buried deep inside Mike's
mouth while they both eagerly waited in anticipation of that first blast of
warm cum that would soon begin erupting from Eric's cock.  They both knew
it was coming!

Finally, just a second or so later, Eric groaned hard, deeply straining
every muscle in his body, as Mike's tongue felt the first surge of cum rip
through the underside of Eric's cock.  Mike suppressed a gag as that first
rope of warm cum shot from Eric's cock head and coated the back of his
throat.  Then there was a second long rope, followed by another strong
shot, and then some additional less powerful squirts before Eric
involuntarily started to relax the tension in his muscles.  This dislodged
Eric's cock just enough from Mike's throat to allow him to quickly catch a
breath.  Then Mike let the rest of Eric's remaining cum shots pool in his
mouth.  Eric had given Mike at least ten decent, volleys of cum followed by
many more cock spams where Eric's dick jerked and throbbed in Mike's mouth
without expelling any more ejaculate.  Eric was done!

For a fleeting second, the thought passed through Eric's mind that Mike
took that grueling mouth battering very well, like he'd done it before.
Eric decided he admired Mike more now than he already did.  Eric had never
fucked anybody's face that harshly before and he realized he enjoyed the
hell out of it and would later have to ask Mike if he liked it too and
would he want to repeat it sometime.  Eric hope the answer would be yes,
but Eric knew he would never do something like that to Ava or Ruby or any
other woman for that matter.  That kind of cock railing is something guys
only do to each other.  Men play little harder with other men because
neither gets offended or their feelings hurt when the action gets a little
rough.  They know it's a compliment when you can get another guy so worked
up that he can't control himself and becomes an animal in bed, or bunk in
this case.

As the action became less intense, Eric stopped thrusting his cock and
relaxed his death grip on Mike's head allowing Mike to take over and begin
extracting the final drips, drops, and dribbles of Eric's tasty ejaculate
still oozing from the slit at the top of his still granite-hard cock.  Then
Mike rolled Eric back onto his back and began head bobbing Eric's cock
while at the same time using his tongue to swirl those last few dribbles of
cum all around Eric's very suckable cock.  The intense sensations being
created by Mike's cum-lubricated tongue and mouth on Eric's extremely
sensitive, post orgasmic cock head, caused Eric to bolt upright into a
sitting position while at the same time attempting to pull Mike's mouth off
his cock and remove Mike's head from his lap.  Eric just needed a moment's
sweet relief from the astonishing sexual tension being created by Mike's
mouth!

Eric didn't get it.

Eric tried repeatedly to extricate his now overly sensitive cock from the
confines of Mike's stimulating mouth and stop Mike's devilish tongue play
on Eric's cock head.  But Eric failed on every attempt.  Mike was stronger
and had the advantage of weight, gravity, and the fact that there was a
firm bunk under Eric's butt stopping him from jerking his ass backwards to
disengage his cock from Mike's pleasurable mouth.

Eric eventually gave up and flopped back down on the bunk allowing Mike to
finally have his way once again with Eric's fully engorged cock.  Mike knew
the final rule of cock sucking was to keep the lucky guy's cock in your
mouth for as long as possible to extract all the trembles, quivers,
shudders, and jerks from it until it has nothing left to give.  Then, and
only then, do you allow the limp, spent cock to reluctantly slip slowly
from your mouth.  At long last, you follow your impeccable mouth work, by
looking up into your buddy's now glazed-over eyes and give him your best
smile showing him how happy you are that you were the lucky guy who brought
him to such ecstasy.

To give Eric a little something extra, or "lagniappe" as they call it down
in New Orleans, a Creole word meaning "an extra little gift" or "unexpected
benefit", Mike spent the next few minutes worshiping Eric's delicious,
flaccid cock with his warm mouth, darting tongue, and sensuous lips.  With
Eric and Mike both enjoying the last stage of Eric's orgasm, Eric's cock
became more and more pliable inside Mike's mouth.

When Eric's now flaccid cock finally slipped from Mike's puffy, reddened
lips, he took another minute to bathe all areas of Eric's cock and ball
sack with his tongue.  Mike even went to the effort to suck Eric's soft
cock completely back inside his mouth and then squeeze Eric's cock firmly
between his lips as he slowly pulled his head backwards extricating the
flaccid penis from his mouth to squeeze out the final traces of Eric's cum
that had been trapped inside his urethra.  Mike didn't want to leave behind
even one drop of Eric's tasty treat.  All the while Mike was doing this,
Eric would still occasionally twitch and quiver under the warm, tantalizing
attention from Mike's mouth.

When Mike finally pulled his head, face, and mouth from Eric's groin, Mike
sat back up on the side of the bunk.  He smiled at Eric then reached out
and gently massaged Eric's soft cock and balls while asking him, "How was
that my friend?"  To which Eric replied, "Holy shit Mike!  You're fucking
good at that.  Would you like me to return the favor?  Though, I'm not sure
I will be as good as you."

Mike answered, "How about some other time?  We probably shouldn't push our
luck today because that crew chief down there knows how long we've been up
here."  Eric tucked his limp dick and empty balls back in his underwear,
zipped up his fly, and exclaimed again as he began sitting up, "Mike, that
was so fucking good!  Definitely the best blowjob I've ever received!
You've given head before, haven't you?"

Mike graciously said, "Thank you.  Yes, I have, but it's been a long, long
time."

Eric asked, "Well, if you want to tell me about your last time, I'd love to
hear it."

Mike said, "Sure," as sat back down next to Eric on the side of the bunk,
placed his right hand on Eric's left thigh, and told him the following
story:

"The last time was just after I had turned 16 at the end of my sophomore
year in high school.  I'd had my driver's license for about a week and the
first time I had my mom's car out alone at night, I picked up a suck buddy
of mine late that evening and drove us to a dark and deserted parking lot
on the west side of town down by the rail yard near the Mississippi River.
He was my most reliable suck buddy even though we hadn't done anything for
several months.  But he was not my favorite.  Unfortunately, my favorite
had moved away two summers prior."

"He wasn't my favorite because I must've sucked his cock thirty times or
more during our 8th, 9th, and 10th grade years, and every time he just laid
there like a lump of dead meat.  I never got any moans or groans or ass
wiggling or hands grabbing my hair or any other hot feedback to let me know
how I was doing.  I asked for it many times, but he would never give it.
Never made any sounds at all, nor did he even breathe hard for god's sake!
I guess he just wasn't into that, but I know I did all right because I
always got him off.  However, it was always a total surprise to me each
time he climaxed.  Suck, nothing, suck, nothing, suck, nothing...then
suddenly squirt, squirt, squirt all over the place.  And boy did he shoot a
lot of cum!"

"First time I ever got him off started out as a blowjob but ended with a
hand job.  He must've been pretty turned on, because that first blast of
cum was this huge rope shot that blew straight up in the air several feet
and then collapsed back on his belly with a loud whap that sounded like
somebody had slapped him on his bare gut with an open hand!  I had never
seen so much cum!  We both started laughing so hard that I couldn't control
his cock very well and he was shooting cum everywhere while I just kept
stroking him and laughing.  One of his regular loads was easily three or
four times more cum than one of my best loads."

"His belly was such a mess that I used my own handkerchief to wipe him down
so that he didn't get it on his clothes.  His mother was a real stickler
for him keeping his clothes clean and would've bitched him out to the point
where he may have confessed what we did and got both of us in a lot of
trouble.  Then my mom would've made me go to Confession.  Can you imagine
sitting in a Confessional and telling the priest you got caught sucking
your buddy's dick?  He'd probably tell me, "For your penance come over here
and suck mine!"  Anyway, when I got home, I rinsed out my handkerchief and
laid it out to dry under my bed before I rumpled it up and threw it in the
laundry the next day.  That was the summer between our 7th and 8th grade
years when I was 13 years old, and he was still 12."

"Fast forward three years to the week after my 16th birthday and when he
was 15-1/2 years old.  As soon as I parked the car and shut off the engine,
my friend was all over me.  That was unusual for him because I'm normally
the initiator with him.  Not to gloss it over, but he immediately got my
cock out and sucked me off in just a few short minutes, cleanly swallowing
my whole load, which was his norm.  Not a lot to tell there.

I had planned on the two of us jumping into the back seat for a nice,
mutually satisfying 69, but he didn't even let me get out from behind the
steering wheel, so I just reclined the backrest some to give him room to
work on my cock.  When he finished sucking me off, he even licked my cock
and balls clean which is also something he had never done before.  This
caused me to suspect that my suck buddy friend may have been sucking other
cocks that I didn't know about.  He wasn't normally the kind of guy who
could come up with interesting new things on his own.  He was the classic
follower.  If I did something new to him, then he would do it back to me.
Never the other way around, until that night."

"Not sure why I even cared because I'm not the jealous type.  Plus, I was a
bit of a slut back then with three other suck buddies I was doing off and
on during the same years I was doing him.  In addition, I began getting
interested in girls during my sophomore year and even managed to have a
steady girlfriend that entire school year.  That's part of why he and I
hadn't done anything in months."

"Now, it was my turn to return the favor and I was more than ready, because
I hadn't sucked a cock in months and had missed the wonderful feeling of a
rock-hard cock unloading its warm cum down my throat and inside my mouth.
Once you experience that high it's something you never forget.

I didn't want my buddy sitting up like I was when he blew me, so I had him
lay down on the front seat and I knelt on the passenger floorboard.
Together, we pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees.  When I
started sucking his cock, I immediately realized he was laying in the wrong
direction."

"My friend had a decent-size, banana cock that curved to his left.  Because
he was the passenger in my car, when he laid down on the full front seat,
his cock was curving away from me toward the backseat.  This had happened a
time or two before when we had camped out in my mom's old Chevy in the
backyard.

I didn't want to mention his curved dick and embarrass him, nor did I want
to give him a less than great blowjob, so I just nonchalantly said
something while motioning for him to flip around on the front seat.  I
guess he knew what I wanted because he said, "Sorry", then flipped himself
around putting his head over by the driver's door.  Now, his curved cock
was pointing in my direction making it infinitely easier to suck especially
since he had a pretty good-sized dick for a 15-year-old boy."

"As I was blowing him, I was ever mindful that he was the heaviest cum
shooter I had ever been with.  His good-sized dick would fill my mouth up
pretty good and sometimes when he started blowing his load, there wasn't
much room for it.  I couldn't swallow his cum fast enough and it would
shoot out the corners of my mouth.  No problem if you were in the woods or
a cornfield or even in a tent, but this time I was worried I would get his
cum all over my mom's Buick that had just been cleaned up for my older
sister's high school graduation the next day."

"Anyway, I sucked him really good and about 10 minutes later, he started to
cum without any warning.  I just reacted instinctively and forced my mouth
down on his cock as far as I could go allowing him to blow his entire load
straight down my throat.  Yea, problem solved with a clean blowjob.  I was
proud that I hadn't gagged, but then I didn't get to taste his cum either.
I guess you can't have everything.  He loved it though and said as much."

"So that night ended up being the last time he and I exchanged blowjobs.
Unfortunately, the one he gave me wasn't rock star quality, except for the
swallowing.  It was very short, but I did get off, so I guess that's the
point.  The shortness was my fault, not his.  I was pretty horny for him,
and I had been planning this suck fest since the day I got my driver's
license the previous week.  Oh, and he sucked me good, really good for the
few minutes it took for me to blow my load.  Of course, at the time we
didn't know this was going to be the last time we would ever do anything
with each other.  We still hung out together during the last two years of
high school but were never sexual with each other again.  Well, he did grab
my package and offered me a blowjob one time during our senior year, but I
declined because I thought we might get caught, and he never asked again."

"And that was the last time I sucked a cock, until just now.  So, I went
from sucking cock in a '64 Buick down by the Mississippi River to sucking
cock in a Boeing B-52 Bomber that could nuke any city right off the map!  I
think I'm moving up in the world!"

They both laughed at that, and then Mike added in, "I'm sure you and I will
remember this Bomber Blowjob for the rest of our lives!"  Eric then chimed
in saying, "Yea, I can see it now, Ava and I will stop by the old folk's
home to visit you and I'll lean down and whisper in your ear, "Remember the
Bomber Blowjob?" and then we'll both laugh and get hardons!"

Mike finished, saying, "Speaking of Ava.  Before we go, I want to tell you
that I can now see why Ava likes sucking your cock so much.  She's told me
several times that you have the most suckable cock she's ever had in her
mouth, and I have to say I completely agree with her.  By the way, you
should let her suck you off all the way sometime.  I know she wants to, and
she so enjoys doing it, but she says you won't let her.  I don't think I've
ever told you this before, but Ava really gets off on jerking a cock and
watching it shoot ropes of cum everywhere.  Sometimes, while I'm enjoying
the happy ending of one of her exquisite blowjobs, I'll hear her begin
whimpering, and she seems to be experiencing her own mild orgasm while
she's jerking my cock and watching my cum fly!  She says she's not even
touching herself.  Is that fucking hot or what?"

Eric replied, "I'll keep that in mind and think about it.  I really will.
But my concern now is I hope she's not offended by my little hangup.  I'll
explain it to her next time we're together because it's simply my religious
upbringing.  I'm not that religious anymore but I was raised believing that
a man's seed should not be spilled outside a woman's vagina.  You know, sex
is for procreation only and all that.  A proper religious upbringing is a
little hard to shake sometimes.  So, if I'm with a woman, I never use a
condom and I always cum in her vagina.  I know Ava knows about that
restriction and has always respected it, but I guess she doesn't know why.
I will tell her the next time we make love.  There will be a next time,
right?"

Mike laughed a little and replied, "Of course, there will always be a next
time.  It's actually up to Ava now and I don't think she ever wants it to
end.  I guess I'm just the babysitter now so that you two can have time
together."

Then Eric laughingly replied, "Thanks.  I appreciate it and I always will.
But back to what I was saying.  If I'm with a guy, like you today, I guess
I'm free to shoot it anywhere I want.  By the way, don't forget, I owe you
a blowjob which you can collect anytime.  Just say the word and I'm on my
knees for you."

Mike exclaimed, "Wow! That's one helluva marker to have on a friend.  Are
we talking shop party at somebody's house where you blow me in the pantry,
kind of thing?"

Eric grinned at Mike and said, "Well, maybe not that risky, but I'm good
for it.  I always pay my debts.  Just keep me in mind and ask for it when
you're ready."

Mike replied, "Don't worry about that.  It will always be on my mind and
I'm definitely looking forward to collecting it."

Eric finally added, "Oh, by the way, I've heard Ava whimper like that
before when we're alone together.  Quite a few times actually and not
always in bed.  Sometimes we're completely dressed like in my truck.  I'll
have to ask her about it next time it happens."

Finally, Mike said, "Well, if she ever tells you anything, please let me
know.  Because I've asked her about them before, and I can't ever get
anything out of her.  She clams up and says things like, `A girl is
entitled to her secrets', and shit like that as she grins and walks away
wiggling her cute, little, bubble butt for me.  After that, I forget what I
wanted and then we go fuck!  She has me trained you know.  I'll admit it."
Eric really laughed and then said, "Don't tell me shit like that.  You know
I get jealous easy.  Even of you!"

Before Mike started sliding the deck hatch grate away from the deck hatch,
he quietly whispered into Eric's ear, "We better talk about something else
now."

Eric said, "Okay," as he pulled his wristwatch out of his pocket and
remarked, "Hell, it's lunchtime already.  I'm hungry.  I must've worked up
quite an appetite changing that antenna or something.  Let's stop at the
chow hall before going back to the shop and I'll buy you lunch.  For once,
we don't have any equipment in the back of the shop truck, so we could do
that."

Then Eric leaned so close to the side of Mike's face that his warm breath
was tickling Mike's ear as he whispered, "Dude, you've got cum breath.  I
can smell my jizz on your breath two feet away.  When we leave the
flightline, drive straight to the Shoppette and I'll run in and buy you a
pack of gum before you talk to anyone else.  It's the least I can do since
it's my cum on your breath!  Oh, and I wouldn't cough or burp in the chow
line either...you might get one of the lunch ladies pregnant!"

With that hilarious remark, Eric thought himself to be mighty damned funny
and laughed all the way down the ladder to the lower deck.  Mike then
handed the toolbox down to Eric.

Back up on the flight deck, Mike was concerned about what Eric had just
told him, so he cupped a hand in front of his mouth and nose, and then
exhaled into his hand.  He grimaced, then he hollered down to Eric, "Shit!
You're right!"