Author's note:
The six previous chapters in this series, tell Boi's story as a young man, concluding with chapter 6, when Boi joins the Military to escape a life of male prostitution and exploitation. Serving in the military during at that time, meant hiding queer feelings. Boi abandoned his nickname as it was a reminder of his past. He resumed using his birth name "William Joseph" or Billie Joe, or BJ to his friends. He became stronger physically and lost all his girlish features. With his short military haircut and muscular physique, Billie had no problem presenting as a normal heterosexual male. Future chapters will include tales of BJ's experiences as an Airman in the USAF, meanwhile, the series continues after Billie's discharge from service.
Content warning
: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between adults. Non-consensual/forced rough sex, public exposure and humiliation, race-play and racism/white guilt. It is not for readers under 18 or those who are easily offended by pornography. If you are under 18, or if you are offended by pornography, please do not continue to read. if material of this nature is illegal in your area and you continue to read it, it is your responsibility. All characters are over the age of 18.
All rights reserved: All rights for this story remain the property of the author.
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I was living in a low-rent suburb near the airbase where I had been stationed the previous 18 months. I had just been discharged and planned on attending the state university in a nearby town when classes began in the fall. In the meantime, I was sharing an apartment with three other men that worked at the airbase. Daniel and Darrel were former servicemen like me, who had been recently discharged. James was a full-time civilian employee working on the base.
The non-descript 3 room duplex apartment we shared was identical to a dozen others located on a small side street off a busy highway. It was close to the airbase which was convenient while I was working, but since my discharge, it no longer had any utility for me, and I was anxious to move on with my life. It was midsummer, and I had just awoke on a beautiful Saturday morning. Daniel and Darrel were still sleeping in their rooms and James, who did not have a private room, normally slept in a bed in the open area of the basement. His room was simple with few furnishings except his meager belongings in a box, a bed, and two old chairs. I left my bedroom, headed downstairs in search of coffee. I found James in the large open area of the ground floor between the living room and the kitchen. The room was lit from the morning sun shining through the tall un-curtained double glass doors that opened into our unfenced backyard. Several other neighborhood houses had a view directly into this dining area.
I approached and greeted James who was sitting at the table, clad only in boxer shorts. He had an obvious erection, his large cock tenting the boxer shorts, with the tip extending beyond the band at the top.
"Good morning," I said, trying to avoid staring at his crotch.
"Good morning," he replied, "I was hoping for some company." He glanced down at his erection before returning his gaze to me. I could see the need or longing in his eyes.
"Nadine was supposed to come by last night, but she had to work a double shift," James said while grinning sheepishly, "otherwise I would not have this problem." He then looked down again at the bulge in his shorts.
Nadine was a girl that was often with James. A tall, svelte, Hispanic woman with long dark hair, black eyes, mocha skin, and small but pert breasts.
"That looks really painful," I said, acknowledging his erection. "Why don't you do something to relieve yourself?"
"I guess I should, but I was hoping for a little help."
"From Nadine?"
"She is not coming over today, so I am on my own," he again looked at me with longing.
At this point in my life, I was completely back in the closet. No one in my circle knew of my gay past or my sexual orientation. James had no reason to suspect I was gay, yet on numerous occasions he had made subtle suggestions. During a recent party with coworkers, he got very drunk and told me how he loved to fuck "a bitch" in the ass, and he explicitly stated that a man could be his bitch. After all the hazing I endured as a teenager, I was now determined to hide my sexuality and having sex with a friend or roommate would risk exposure.
But I was attracted to James. He was thin, although not particularly handsome or well-built, he was graceful, a great dancer, normally well dressed and just socially charming. He was friends with everyone on the airbase, especially the ladies. He worked with the dependent wives of airmen on the base which provided him ample opportunity for romantic endeavors when the husbands were away on duty. He also appeared to have a large and beautiful cock. I found myself staring at the bulge it was making in his boxer shorts. It was slightly above average length, perhaps seven inches, it was also unusually thick and circumcised. I could see it throbbing, the skin of his cockhead radiated a purplish hue where it protruded from his boxers. Every vein was bulging and straining as his cock pulsed with need. I wanted him and my body shivered with desire.
"Is there anything you would like me to do?" I asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
"Will you help me get off?"
I immediately flushed deep red with shame and timidly asked, "What can I do?"
