Monday - storytime
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Sex With An Air Force Military Policeman
A True Story By NavyLeatherMan
?2003, NavyLeatherMan

This is a true story of an encounter I had with a Military Policeman while on active duty in the Panama Canal Zone with the U.S. Navy. It happened during the "dry season" in Panama which ran from December to May, and was one of those wonderful warm tropical nights which were characteristic of the season. It was about 8:00 in the evening when I got dressed up on the third floor of the old concrete barracks building in which I lived at the Farfan Naval Station, which was located on a secluded part of Howard AFB on the Western side of the Panama Canal. Our Enlisted Men's Club was located on the ground floor and took up half of that floor. The year was 1973 and the club had just undergone a major renovation, new bar, red wallpaper, lots of mirrors and new tables and chairs. It kinda had the feeling of a Las Vegas lounge, and as a small base with only 51 Sailors, we pretty much had the run of the place. Many nights we would get the keys from the Chief in charge of the club and would spend the entire night playing cards and helping ourselves to the liquor from the bar. On this evening there was a number of visitors from the various bases in the Canal Zone, Army, Air Force, Marines, etc. I went into the club and ordered a Cuba Libre (Rum and Coke with a dash of Lime), which was the most popular drink in Panama. I wandered near the pinball machines, talking to people here and there, and ended up watching a poker game in progress at the back of the room. After a short time I sat down and joined the game. As I played I could not help noticing a particularly handsome and masculine man who was standing on the opposite side of the table watching the game. He was dark-haired, about 6' 2", muscular build, high and tight haircut, hairy arms and beautiful blue eyes. He seemed to be looking at me everytime I would glance over at him. This surprised me because he was an incredibly hot man and of all the good-looking men in the room I was amazed that he wanted to look at me. He eventually sat down and joined the game, but had very little money, and lost it in a few short hands. It did not seem to bother him and he continued to keep his eyes fixed on me. The look was definately having an effect on the swelling crotch of my 501 Levi's and I got up and excused myself to go to the head, which was located right next to the entrance of the club. My admirer followed me into the restroom and pulled up next to me at the urinals. He made some comment and we exchanged small talk while we drained ourselves, while I attempted to conceal the hardening length of my cock from his view. In those days, I was 21 years old at the time, I was pretty naive about a lot of things and very paranoid about getting caught in a homosexual act that would get me discharged from the service. I walked out of the head and got a pack of smokes from the cigarette machine just outside the head. He continued to talk to me and I was very much enjoying the attention of such a hot and virile-looking man. He suggested we go outside for some air and to continue talking. As we went out the door, the warm, moist air of the evening seemed particularly heavy after leaving the air-conditioning of the club. There was a rather harsh light coming from a fluorescent fixture over the entrance door. We ended up walking over to the picnic tables which were under the thatched roof of the Bohio, which was an open-sided enclosure where we held barbecues during the wet weather of the rainy season. It was very dark when we sat down on the table top with our feet on the benches, and he sat very close to me, which turned me on but also made me somewhat nervous and unsure of myself. We talked for a long time, his deep voice sending another rush of blood to my by-now fully erect cock, which I hoped was concealed by the darkness surrounding us. There was a huge full moon out that night, and the light outside the area around the Bohio was quite bright, illuminating the barracks building about fifty yards away and the flag pole which was adjacent to the Bohio area. The talk was innocent enough at first, where we were from, what we did for work, etc. I thought I was going to unload in my Levi's when he told me that he was a Military Policeman at Howard Air Force Base, which included our little enclave at Farfan, which consisted of two barracks buildings, a Receiver Station for our Naval Communications Station (I was a Navy Radioman), and an Olympic-sized swimming pool, which was very nice but seemed out of place on such a small base as ours was. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife as the conversation skirted "forbidden" areas, but never seemed to become direct enough to endanger anyone should there have been a miscalculation as to the reason we were sitting there next to each other in the muggy darkness of a tropical night in Central America. Our knees had been making steadily more contact as we talked and I could hear my pulse in my ears as his hairy forearm began brushing against mine as he leaned very slowly toward me. I wasn't sure what he was doing when he leaned in very close and attempted to kiss me on the mouth! Like I said, I was very naive at the time and pulled away from him, not sure how to react, the last thing I had ever considered was kissing another man on the lips, it just wasn't done in my experience. I was flustered, unsure, and supremely excited at the turn that events were taking, and really was at a loss as to what to do next. "What's the matter, man?", he asked me, his face inches away from mine. I stammered a lame response and then came up with the brilliant reply, "Guys Don't Kiss Guys!!"