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?"
"Come closer and kneel," he smiled and opened his legs slightly in invitation.
I stepped shakingly forward and knelt between his legs. His cock only a foot or so from my face. I was panting nervously. My other roommates could awaken and find me kneeling before this man's cock A neighbor could look out the window and witness the homosexual act that I was certain was about to begin. James pulled off his boxers and set them aside. Now I was on my knees before a very hard black cock. I moved closer and encircled his erection with one hand, squeezing then stroking it. James extended both of his legs to either side of me and I leaned forward to where I could breathe on it. As I stroked his shaft, fluid emerged from the tip and glistened on his cockhead. I cupped his balls with my other hand and continued to stroke. Breathing on his cock, yearning to take it into my mouth but afraid of the line I would be crossing,
"Go ahead and suck it. Please suck it. I want to cum in your mouth." His words were soothing, encouraging, and devoid of judgement. I glanced around the room, then out the window, and seeing that we were unwatched, I bent down and took the tip into my mouth, sealing my lips around it and wetly flicking my tongue on the tip within my closed mouth. He immediately responded with a loud moan, grabbing my head and holding me on his cock.
"Oh, thank you BJ, that is so nice. Suck it just like that. Oh, you are such a good cocksucker, keep sucking. I'm gonna cum quick."
He rubbed my head affectionately as I sucked, and his soft-spoken words excited me. I increased the intensity of my sucking and the tempo of my stroking. Wanting to please him, wanting his cum, wanting to taste him. I bobbed my head deeply, suppressing my urge to gag and fucking my face on his shaft, striving to imbed his cock entirely in my throat. Then, fearing that his imminent orgasm would choke me with seed, I withdrew to the tip, suckling the cockhead and stroking its length with my hands, waiting for him to fill my mouth. After a minute or so, he began to grunt louder, pushing me deeper on his cock. His movements were shifting the chair around and creating quite a ruckus. I was certain our roommates would wake and catch us, so I increased my efforts to bring this to an end. I pulled his cock out and jacked it furiously while wetly whipping the tip with my tongue, all the while looking into James's eyes from my position in between his legs.
"Fuck, I am coming, get your mouth back on it and swallow," James commanded.
I complied by taking his cockhead into my mouth and fondling his balls. I could feel his balls pumping and his shaft pulsing as my mouth filled with his seed. I sucked and caressed his balls as he rubbed my head and moaned. I stayed on his cock for several minutes, jacking the shaft and caressing his testicles to make sure I had it all. James slumped in the chair and whispered praise to me.
"That was the best head I have had in a while. I hope you will do that again soon."
I pulled away from his cock and looked at him and replied, "I enjoyed it too; it has been too long since I've tasted cock. I will gladly do that again whenever you want." That exchange of words began our affair which would last several weeks.
This encounter awoke a lust for gay sex that had been lying dormant within for the past four years of military service. Although I had a few gay sexual liaisons in that time, I was careful to conceal my queer side and presented myself as exclusively heterosexual. This encounter with James made me realize what I had been missing and I immediately wanted more. But James was very promiscuous, so catching him alone was difficult. On those rare nights he was, I would wait till my other roommates were asleep and stealthily creep down to the basement. I usually would find James reclining in his bed, naked, hard and expecting me. I'd strip off my clothes and climb into bed with him, snuggling, kissing and caressing him.
Our lovemaking consisted of me getting him off with my mouth or hands. Our schedule was so unpredictable, that I rarely had the time to prepare for safe, pleasant anal sex. Most often James would mount me on top, missionary style and we would grind cocks until we came. Occasionally he needed more stimulation to climax, and I would use my hands or mouth. But the cock grinding always worked for me. I loved to have him on top of me where I could kiss him, rub my hands on his back and cup his buttocks while he thrusted onto me. His big, hard throbbing cock, crushing my small stiff little dicklet. I would pant, moan, kiss and thrust my pelvis until I came. Then if he was not yet satisfied, I would slide down and take him into my mouth. Sucking him to orgasm, afterward we would lay together, me still sucking his semi hard cock, while he stroked my hair. It was so intimate and sexy. This became our routine. I looked forward to those nights when I could slip into his bed and be his bitch. I thought we were discreet, and our roommates had no reason to suspect our affair. But it turned out I was wrong...
... Daniel turned on the TV and started a video. The picture was grainy and dark at first but after some transitions it showed James naked in his bed with a blanket partially covering him. A few seconds later, I entered the frame wearing only some lace panties James had given me. I crawled into bed and snuggled/spooned with James for a few minutes until we started kissing and groping each other. After a few minutes, James rolled on top of me and mounted me in the missionary position. The next few minutes showed James humping away on top of me accompanied by the soundtrack which left no doubt that we both enjoyed it:
