I had seen HM2 Brad Wilson before. When Senior Chief sent me over to the airfield maintenance department, Brad was working there as their resident corpsman. Navy corpsman get a bad rap, heard right away in bootcamp that they are sometimes called "pecker checkers". There was a doctor in bootcamp who seemed to take delight in injecting recruits in the buttocks with whatever it is they inject people with . He seemed sadistic, this bootcamp doctor. Brad didn't seem like that at all. What I noticed right away is how striking Brad looked in his uniform. What I wasn't aware of at the time is that I was being checked out - by several man actually. Great things were about to happen to me.
Brad is 22 years old, 6'4" tall, really fit, dark brown hair, he does have tattoos, maybe even the traditional navy anchor on his bicep, drives a pickup truck with a camper shell, lives by himself in Inyokern. If there was ever an aircraft that went down, he would be part of the search rescue and recovery team, this place was so different from my other workspace. I had given the place my standard three month trial, the master chief over here said if I was unhappy I could return to my original workspace, nothing negative would be said about my decision. He's a nice man, we get along, I really appreciate the wisdom a master chief has to offer. He's fully decorated and real navy, not somebody to mess with no doubt.
After my bike ride to California City, word spread all over what I had done. I guess I was seen on the highway, I did it all the time. Suddenly people want to talk to me, strangers ask me questions about my bike riding, where am I from, how long will I be assigned to the place, do you have a girlfriend? I answer no, and then there's this look, like why does a really handsome young man not have a girlfriend? But I don't really care what people think, I'm having the best time of my life, I'm in the best physical shape of my life, I'm really on top of the world in terms of where I came from and where I'm currently at, life is good. I'm in the chow hall, eating what is called Pancit because that's all the Filipino cooks make here, when Brad shows up and sits at my table. I've never really talked to him before, this should be interesting. Colorado he calls home and goes back every year for various winter sports. He did boot camp and "A" school at Great Lakes just like me.
Brad has been out to sea. Mostly aircraft carriers like the USS Ranger (bird farms are what they are sometimes calling in the navy). He's interested in me, how long is my enlistment, where else do you ride, where's the next destination, do I have a girlfriend (yikes!)? I ignore the last question, tell him that I'm thinking of going up highway 395, see how far I can take it before turning around. I would like to ride all the way to Mammoth Lakes, I've seen people do that. Brad's impressed. "Would you be interested in stopping by my place the next time you are in Inyokern?" Hmmmmm, that's interesting.
Up to this point I never really looked at Brad closely, you know, really checked out his body. It did look great. He has a nice ass, that's usually what I notice first. Handsome face, he does have a full mustache which looks very sexy. He gives me his address, a time is arranged for me to stop on by, the plan is really just a brief visit, will fill up the water bottles, maybe have a little something to eat as fuel for the ride. I'm looking forward to seeing how this guy lives.
I show up at his place around 8 am. It's best to start early in the day when the desert temps are cooler. Nevertheless the temperature is already 85 degrees with a forecast high of 105. It's going to be hot! I knock on the screen door to his mobile home, the inner door is already open (probably for airflow, I hear a fan blowing, I think there's also a swamp cooler on the side of the building.) Brad says "come in Bob, I'm just finishing up in the shower." I lean my bike up against a nearby fence, lock it up, and then walk inside. Brad is standing there totally naked, incredibly hung, he has a smirk on his face and says to me, "I'm glad you came by." I'm totally shocked and speechless.
I drop my bicycle panniers to the floor, I'm standing there wearing a thin Ocean Pacifica t-shirt and bicycling shorts. Brad puts his arms around my waist and pulls me towards him. He says he wants to lick the sweat off my body and then proceeds to kiss me quite deeply and passionately. I can tell he's getting an erection and it's quite massive. I quickly take off my clothes, we go to his couch which seems to double for where he sleeps, and then totally fool around for the next hour. I suck him off, he has a great penis, really perfectly shaped, his balls are large and full also, he cums in my mouth and I swallow his load, it always helps to have protein in the morning before a long bike ride. He sucks me off for a long time, I have an orgasm that feels real good, and then I feel tired, like I want to take a quick catnap.
"I want you to move in with me Bob. I've been checking you out the past couple of weeks. I love you Bob, it's really as simple as that. Move in with me. We'll have hours of great sex and become best friends. I want and need you right now in my life." This is what he says to me. I think about his offer. Living in Inyokern is really going to be a change, I have to pass on this. I don't really dislike living in the barracks, I seldom see my roommates, there's a color TV in the common area, lots of laundry equipment in the office, I feel comfortable where I'm at and decline the offer. I can tell he's disappointed, so am I in a way. We reach an understanding though and become what they call fuckbuddies or "friends with benefits."
After three months I talk to Master Chief and tell him I want to go back to Ground Electronics, there just isn't any work over here and really need to think about advancement in my rating which is an Electronics Technician. Master understands and back I go to the shack as we call it. Not much has changed, several new lazy assholes have reported for duty, some people just sign up for 4 years of total fucking off, that wasn't the case with me. There's also a few new "waves" here, a deprecated word but still used, "win" never catches on. As for Brad, I see him several times before I transfer out. I can tell he's sad to see me go as am I. Our encounters become more frequent because we know time is fast running out and I'll be gone, we'll never see each other again. It should be patently obvious now that I am a total romantic. I really loved Brad and will remember him forever.
