I first met Robert I'm thinking in February 1986. With nothing to do in my own workplace, Senior Chief was sending me (getting rid of me again!, you can read my MAA story some other time) over to the airfield at a workplace I knew nothing about. I'm 24 years old and really in the absolute best physical shape of my life. I've also become incredibly handsome. Seriously. I worked at it really hard, countless hours in the hot desert sun and then more hours and weeks in the gym, I really did look great. People took notice. One person in particular took notice. Petty Officer First Class Robert Hensley.
Moving the story along real fast - Four months later, after requesting a transfer back to Ground Electronics, Robert calls me around 4pm on a Friday evening, we've all been paid, everybody has money, etc. I think he's been drinking. Maybe just a beer but it's loosened him up. He tells me his wife is in San Diego through the weekend visiting her mother. He's alone in the house. Wants me to come over.
I've been to his house before. Nice guy, he showed me then his wedding pictures, we sat close to each other on the couch and listened to Huey Lewis and the News "The Power of Love" on the new stereo his wife was mad at him buying at Edwards Airforce because it cost so much money.
I ride my bike over his place. The house is somewhat dark, just the light from a large TV in the living room, he answers the door wearing what I expected, gym shorts and a t-shirt, seems like that's all we all ever wore back then, it was so hot in the desert.
Anyway, I ain't dumb and can put pieces of a puzzle together. I know why he asked me over, but he's not going to come right out and say anything, he may even be really nervous right now and I don't want to deal with all his complex issues. He is incredibly good looking, we're the same height, he's thinner though, has a really nice ass (I have been thinking what it would be like to fuck him), and I think he has a big cock also. We'll see about that.
I'm inside now, we walk to the couch area in front of the TV and stereo like last time I was here. He asks me to sit down like the good host that he is. This is it, now I make my move. Men take notice, this is what a real man does when he wants another man: "Robert, I don't want to sit down. Not now anyway. This is what I want." And then I do it, I put my arms around his waist and pull him towards me. I detect some resistance but he's not struggling or getting ready to kill me. And then I kiss him. Deeply. I'm probably the first man he's ever kissed. He's already confided in me that he's in an unhappy marriage and will divorce the wife when his enlistment is up, she doesn't want to go back to Salt Lake City and live with his family.
After we kiss, we separate and now look at each other with a more complete picture of what each is and wants. I'm really not much of a talker during sex. In fact I hate talking during sex. The quickest way to turn me off during sex is to talk too much. The less talk the better. When I'm having sex with a man, I'm focusing all my senses on the man's body and what I'm seeing. I don't need to talk unless some information is absolutely necessary to make the situation more erotic. Make sense?
So now it comes time to move onto greater things. I get on my knees and pull his shorts down, he's barefoot so he quickly flings the shorts over into the corner. He's now naked from the waist down. His penis was pretty much what I expected, he said he was Mormon. He's not circumcised. Really his cock is quite massive, may in fact be the biggest dick I've ever had up to this point. Could be a full 11" and it's really thick, the head is totally beautiful, it's a really great looking penis and totally turns me on looking at it. Truth be told, it does turn me on that I am now facing a huge cock that has not only pried apart the lips of his wife's tight pussy, but he's also thrust it inside of her many times, I assume anyway. I did once ask him if he and his wife fooled around in the car, which he laughed and replied that hadn't happened in a long time. I think that question did get him thinking about the possibility of him and I doing something. I really liked how his foreskin slides really nice back and forth, wow, must make jacking off easier, I wish I had a foreskin like this, this is really turning me on.
I suck his dick which he really likes. I'd like to check out his ass but want to take things slow with this guy. I'm really the first guy he's had sex with. I stand back up and we face each other. He tells me that he is in love with me that he fell in love with me the first time he saw me. And then after I rode my bike all the way to the town of Mojave and word got around that Bob can ride his bike all the way to California City when he stayed with Art Marion and his much older girlfriend who was helping Art spend down all the money his rich grandmother left him, and then word got around that Bob was seen in West Hollywood with Tom Cruise on Santa Monica Blvd, that's when Robert fell in love with me so we started an affair that lasted until I transferred to a fast frigate in San Diego and I never saw Robert again.
Sex with Robert was the best when it was the first time. We did fuck, I fucked him because it was something he wanted to do. It was nice and it did turn me on, I came inside of him several healthy squirts that felt really good, it feels really good to cum inside a guy's tight ass and I told him that I loved him also. We lay in bed on our sides like two spoons nesting into each other, my somewhat hairy arms draped over his hairy chest, we go to sleep holding each other knowing that we had sex with each other, I did swallow his cumload and my cumload is inside of him also. The very last thing he says to me before we both go to sleep is that he's happy for the first time in a long time.
