This story is a work of fiction, although some the ideas were inspired by real conversations. Fiction does not require the use of condoms for safe sex, but real life does. Please always use safe sex and protect yourself accordingly.
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2017 panamacock
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Brett walked into the locker room at the gym and couldn't believe his luck; standing beside his locker was his former commanding officer, Colonel Ebbers. The Colonel was by far the most handsome guy Brett had known and he had often masturbated with the Colonel's naked body in mind. Brett had been lucky enough to see the Colonel naked at the base gym before and now his perfect man was right before him again.
"Colonel Ebbers," said Brett and then added "How nice to see you again Sir."
"Lieutenant Corrigan," said the Colonel and then added, "Actually it is Mr. Corrigan, sorry."
The Colonel extended his hand towards Brett and he warmly shook it.
"I have not seen you for a long time," said Brett and then added, "Since I left the corp last year."
Brett had been in the Marines for four years and had left the corp last year to return to the private sector. He had stayed on here and often ran into former coworkers around town. Much to his sadness he had not previously run into the Colonel. Brett had always wanted to seek out the Colonel, as he had thought that perhaps there had been something between the two of them. He had not ever gotten the courage up to just stop in on the man and now luck had blessed him today.
To Brett, the Colonel was fucking hot. While the man had been Brett's superior officer, he still lusted after the stud. Brett had been fortunate enough to see the man naked numerous times at the base gym and had to make a serious effort to control his rising erection. The older man, who Brett estimated about 45, was covered in heavy chest hair that continued down through his groin and legs. As a Marine, he had a nice ass that was also covered in hair. The Colonel had a nice uncut cock, which Brett estimated about 6" long, located above some heavy looking balls. The Colonel screamed "Daddy type" to Brett and he was in love every time he saw the Colonel.
Brett had known he was gay for a long time and had focused on his career while in the military. His few sexual encounters were on leave and he wanted a permanent boyfriend, who happened to be a daddy type. Seeing the Colonel every day in his uniform and sometimes out, had caused Brett huge amounts of frustration; and fantasy material for masturbation at the same time. And now here was his favorite daddy right in front of him, partially naked again.
"It has been a long time since we crossed paths," said the Colonel and then added, "And call me Vic."
"Way too long Sir," said Brett and then added, "And I guess you can call me Brett."
Colonel Vic Ebbers was glad he had run into the young lieutenant again, which was why he had started coming to this particular gym. Vic had heard that a lot of the former marines frequented this gym and he definitely liked the eye candy he had already seen in the locker room. While Brett had certainly caught his eye before, he had never been able to advance any of those feelings on the younger man. After hearing about this gym, he could only hope for an encounter with Brett.
Vic had also had jerk off fantasies about this young lieutenant and had used every opportunity available to encounter the young man. Vic was gay and had always been strong about keeping his feeling from effecting his work but lately he was more open to letting go a bit. Maybe it was his age kicking in, but he wanted a boyfriend to shower affection on and Brett might be a place to start. Since Brett had left the military, Vic could now legally date the man and not cause any problems for either of them.
"And we have missed you," replied the Colonel, only half in jest. Vic had certainly missed the young man.
"Thanks for saying that. It is kind of you," replied Brett. He then added, "It is so good to see you again."
"Yeah, I thought I would check out this gym for a while and see if I could shake up my exercise routine. It got kind of stale after awhile," said Vic.
"What machines are you using here Sir?" asked Brett and almost started to apologize for the "Sir" but decided he actually liked using the "Sir".
"I mostly do the treadmill and some jogging," came his reply and then asked, "And what equipment are you using today?"
"I normally swim a bit and then do some jogging as well," said Brett.
"That sounds like fun. I may have to look in to the swimming some," said Vic.
"Swimming is great fun and low impact," quickly answered Brett and then added to not miss the chance of see him again, "Do you want to meet up and run together?"
"That would be great," replied Vic and then asked, "Is 45 minutes enough for you?"
"Yes, I will meet you right back here in 45 minutes," replied Brett.
"Guess we had better get changed then," said Vic as he started to undress beside Brett.
Both men quickly strip down until they were nude and Brett couldn't help notice that the Colonel was as hot as ever. How he had missed seeing that man nude at the gym and now maybe he could let himself explore those feeling more openly. Brett could only hope that the Colonel would reciprocate but was not sure of the man's orientation. Brett knew the Colonel was not married and never had a wife or children, so that was a favorable sign in the gay column. Beyond that, he would just have to tread lightly and see where the path took them.
Vic was in no hurry to get dressed either as he was more than content to look the younger man over. He had always been drawn to Brett and seeing him naked again, rekindled those desires. The young man had a sexy body and seeing him first nude and then with a small bathing suit, just reinforced the thought. Brett had light colored hair that covered his slender body ever so nicely. Vic noticed that the young man was amply endowed with a long foreskin on his cock and a hefty scrotum. Of course the young marine's ass was to die for, ever so firm and hairy.
"So 45 minutes then," repeated Brett as he pulled Vic from his trance.
"Yeah," replied Vic as he shook off his daydreaming of the younger man.
Brett walked off towards the pool and Vic headed towards his lifting area. During his swim, Brett thought of everything from how nice it was to meet the Colonel again to hoping he could drain the man's cock. He silently laughed that his dick had grown to be like a ship's rudder, steering his course in the pool. Fortunately nobody else saw the erection due to his constant motion and towards the end of his routine, controlled his thoughts to allow for the erection to subside.
Vic also had carnal thoughts about the young marine while he was doing his routine. It was nice to see Brett again and Vic had to think about how they could continue to meet and hopefully move any relationship forward. Vic must make sure that he gives Brett his phone number so they can continue to talk.
Both men arrived back at the locker room at the designated time and Brett quickly stripped down to redress for the run. Vic watched from the corner of his eye as Brett slipped on a jockstrap and then pulled on some fairly tight shorts. Vic knew Brett had a cute ass and the shorts made sure to scream it to the world. The two went up to the running track and began to jog, maintaining conversation throughout the time. Brett managed to find out what the Colonels schedule would be for attending the gym and they also discuss several mutual friends in the area. Once the run was done, they both returned to the locker room to change.
Both men stripped off their clothes and headed to the shower. Vic made sure that he showered next to Brett, keeping an eye on the body that he so craved. Brett too was admiring the hot daddy next to him when he showered and hoped that he might get a chance to see more of him. They both walked to the dressing area after the shower and started to dress.
Too soon both men were fully clothed and almost ready to leave, both unconsciously trying to delay the departure. Vic walked back towards the mirrors, presumably to check his appearance; momentarily leaving Brett alone in the changing area. Brett quickly looked around and while nobody else was looking, removed Vic's jockstrap from his shorts; still laying on the floor beneath his bag. Brett pushed the still warm jockstrap into his bag and zipped it shut. A few seconds later Vic returned to the room and picked up the pile of shorts and pushed them into his bag, never noticing the missing jockstrap.
Both men headed to the entrance after exchanging telephone numbers and then made their way to the cars. Brett waited until he saw Vic's car leave the lot and then he pulled the jockstrap from his bag and held it up to his face, inhaling his scent. Brett's cock instantly grew erect with the heady scent coming from the jock.
"Ooh rah," said Brett to the empty car, congratulating himself for snatching the treasure.
Vic did not notice the missing strap until he was at the gym the next time and while he had another one to wear, thought it odd that one was missing. It was not until a few days later that he actually ran into Vic at the gym again, again thinking it luck. Both men ran through the same routine sequence again and met to run at the end of the workout.
After showering and dressing, both men were preparing to leave, but not before Vic went to the mirror to check himself. Brett looked around the locker room and noted that nobody was around and he picked up Vic's shorts and quickly sniffed the used jockstrap. He luxuriated in the smell and quickly put it back, figuring a second missing strap would be noticed by Vic. Vic, who happened to catch the reflection in the mirror, did not miss all this movement.
Brett is into jockstraps, thought Vic as he watched the scene unfold. That might explain the missing one from the other day. How could he have missed the signs he asked himself and now the clues all came together? Brett was gay and a submissive bottom, which was what Vic wanted; since he was a dominant top. Vic had a sudden idea on how to push this further and walked back towards Brett.
As he started to put his shorts and jock into his gym bag, Vic said, "I have so many jocks in this bag. I need to throw them all in the washing machine." Vic had the bag flap open as he spoke and Brett could see numerous jocks in there.
"Can you wait a second, I need to use the head," said Vic as he headed towards the bathroom once again, leaving the bag open in front of Brett. Vic went around the corner, out of sight; yet able to see Brett in the reflection on the mirror. While Brett was alone in the locker room, Vic saw him quickly pull a jock out of the open gym bag and stuff it into his own bag. Vic stalled by washing his hands and then came back into the room to the waiting Brett.
"Since it is Friday night, got any big plans?" asked Vic.
"No, just going home and watch TV I suppose," replied Brett.
"Maybe next time we can go out for a drink," said Vic.
"Yes Sir that would be nice. Just let me know," said Brett.
By now they were at their cars and climbed into each vehicle. Again, Brett waited until Vic had driven off before reaching back in to the gym bag and extracted the jockstrap. He inhaled and ran his tongue over the fabric, hoping to catch a taste of the man. Brett wanted to press his face into Vic's crotch so badly and that was only the start of what he truly wanted. To be serving the older man in any form was his true goal, as the submissive bottom he knew he was. To have a hot top daddy like Vic would be more than he could possibly hope for.
Brett had a good jerk off session when he got home. Putting both of the nabbed jockstraps over his face while he masturbated didn't require much more excitement for him and he blew a load of cum that almost reached his chin. He scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to himself; thinking how nice it would be if the cum splats were from Vic, and not just his.
Around 10 the next morning, Brett received a text from Vic that sent shocks through him.
"Jarhead, if you want to sniff my jockstraps, report for duty in one hour at my quarters. Don't be late," said the text.
