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Subject: {ASSM} Command and Control
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Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2016 04:10:10 -0400
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Hi!
Attached is a new story I'm submitting to the list, called "Command and Control." Thank you for your time!
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This is a work of fiction.  All persons are intended to be age 18 and
above.

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   COMMAND AND CONTROL

   By anonymous.a

   It was one of those awful after-hours get-togethers you're compelled to
attend because of your job.  The boss says, "Be there at 7.  Show the
flag." You wonder why American corporations are so inept - nobody speaks
plain English.

   One of our biggest customers was the local Air Force Base.  We printed
their newspapers and designed their promotionals.  Their contract was a
double-digit slice of our annual revenue, so when a new base commander was
installed, and a "gala" thrown in his honor, we had to be there - boss
included.

   It was held at a large hangar on base.  Over 500 people were in
attendance.  Many were civilian contractors like us, hoping for a chance to
schmooze the new guy.  I figured the boss would get that honor, so imagine
my surprise when a dress blue uniform covered by a salad of ribbons and
medals, accompanied by a pleasant-looking middle-aged woman, joined our
little circle of conversation.

   The commander was a jovial fellow, but he had one of those vise-like
grips that made you think your hand was being gripped by the Jaws of Life.
He was about 5-6 or 5-7 and probably weighed 175.  Close to middle age, he
was mostly bald with a gray fringe around the side and back of his head,
closely cropped of course.  My lasting impression of him was his eyes. 
They bored into you, as if you were the most interesting person in the
universe.  I found myself talking to him despite my usual party restraint.

   His wife was pulled aside by another person for a whispered chat.  The
commander used the opportunity to hand me his card.  He said, "This is my
personal contact information.  If you ever want to have lunch one day give
me a yell.  Sometimes I like to get away from the ass-kissers." And with
that, he was gone, melting into another knot of conversation, his wife back
on his arm.

   I stared at his card in confusion, then quickly hid it in my jacket
pocket, afraid somebody might try to take it from me.  I don't know why he
afforded me the honor of spending time with him personally, but I had no
intention of letting this opportunity go to waste.  It could be lucrative
for me and the company.

   I didn't call him for many weeks.  But one day I found myself with a
desire for lunch and nobody to go with me, and I remembered the commander's
invitation.  By that time I had entered his info in my telephone contacts,
so I rang him up.  He answered with a brusque pronouncement of his last
name.  Almost timidly I reminded him of who I was, and asked if he'd like
to break for lunch.  At that point his tone become noticeably lighter and
friendlier, and we agreed on a pizza joint between the base and town where
I worked.

   I arrived before he did.  In fact, as I was walking across the parking
lot to the restaurant a Ford Taurus turned in and came to a stop between me
and the front door.  The window whirred down and I peered inside.  I was
surprised to see it was the commander - I assumed he would have a staff car
and a driver.  But here he was, behind the wheel of his modest ride.

   "Let's ditch this place and go to my house," he yelled over the sound of
the engine.  "My wife is out of town and I've got a fridge full of stuff I
need help eating before it goes bad."

   I agreed and started to head back to my car to follow him, but he said,
"Get in.  I'll drive.  It's easier than trying to get you past the gate
guards."

   So I climbed into the Ford, which was immaculate if I can point out, as
my car tended to be perpetually cloaked in a layer of dirt and tree pollen,
and that was just the outside.  The inside hadn't been vacuumed in months.
I could grow crops on the floorboards.

   We chatted about this and that as he drove us to his place, a fairly
modest house in officers' quarters on base.  I got the impression the
commander just wasn't into the perks of power and that suited me fine.  He
seemed like a regular guy, despite all the ribbons and medals on his dress
uniform.

   We went inside to the living room, which was sunken, consistent with
interior design styles of the 1960s.  A lot of military bases had
antiquated living quarters, as military budgets had either been cut or
consumed by high-priced weapons systems like the F-35 and the new
Littoral-class ships.  But that was OK.  The room was wide and spacious,
and decorated stylishly yet sparsely, as if it represented what I suspected
was a compromise between him and his wife.  The only thing I couldn't get
past was the brown shag carpeting, but in a few minutes that would become
an asset, not a liability.

   As I eyed the place he stood in front of me, eyeing me, his hands on his
hips.  After a few moments I began to feel self-conscious and wondered if
he truly needed help emptying his refrigerator or had brought me here for
other reasons.  Turns out, that was exactly the case.

   "I'm not much for words," he began, "so I'll just be blunt.  The minute
I met you I thought you might be open to having a good time with another
guy.  If that's the case then let's have some fun right here on the living
room floor.  If not, let's go back to that pizza joint and grab a bite. 
What do you say?"

   I had not been expecting a nooner, but I was never averse to the
possibility.  He seemed fit enough, and it would certainly create a unique
relationship between the two of us.

   "What the hell," I said, unbuttoning my shirt.  "Get that uniform off."

   He gave me a broad smile and started doing his tie and buttons.  After a
minute or so of struggling, we were both standing there, naked.

   He had an average body and his cock, which was now standing straight out
from his crotch, was only about 5 or 5½ inches.  But you know what? 
Despite all the 8-inch monsters described in every porn story you've ever
read, most guys are in the 5- to 6-inch range.  It's nothing to be ashamed
of and to tell the truth, it feels a lot more comfortable in your ass.

   I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around the stubby knob.  He
immediately let loose with a satisfied groan and began feeding me his cock.
I took him all the way down to the base so I was staring into his public
thatch - dark hair with the random gray here and there .  He had a pungent
crotch odor that wasn't offensive but wasn't the alluring, sensual smell of
a much younger man, either.  Just different, like he was.  More mature, I
guess you could say.

   He backed up to the couch and I followed him on my knees as he sat down.
He then spread his legs and placed his hands on the back of my head,
guiding me gently as I slobbered on his pole.  His cock had gone from
mostly hard to steel pole rigid, and I had no trouble finding little places
around the fringe, pisshole and underside to circle and tickle with my
tongue.  These maneuvers elicited delightful, satisfied moans from the
commander.

   He raised a foot to the couch and my magic tongue found his nuts and
started lapping at them.  They were decent-sized and his scrotum had a
light coating of hairs that were longer than a younger guy's ballsac.  I
licked them all around and steered my tongue to the backside of his
scrotum, then traveled even farther south so I was licking his taint.  You
have to be careful with guys his age because some of them have, er, what's
the polite term for it?  "Hygiene deficiencies" in that region.  They don't
keep it clean, and when the male body ages, the taint and the asshole
become ripe for ...  well, just ripe.  But I guess it was his military
conditioning because he was fine down there.  He raised his other foot to
the couch and I had access to his taint and asshole.  I'm not a big
ass-eater but I will lick a hole that looks clean, and his did.  I gave it
a tentative jab with my tongue and when nothing intolerable presented
itself, I started licking it.  He groaned very loudly and took his hands
from my head and used them to spread his butt cheeks so I get better
access.

   I lapped and snuffled between his ass cheeks and he returned his hands
to my head, burying my face in his butt.  The heat was a cauterizing force
that seemed to join our two bodies into a single entity.  The commander was
going wild, rocking his butt up and down against my slathering tongue and
gasping with frenzied delight.

   Finally, he whispered, "I want you to fuck me!" By this time my own cock
was rock hard and the thought of burying it in this important man's ass
turned me on even more.  From somewhere he had produced a small squeeze
bulb of lube - probably hidden between the couch cushions - and I used it
to grease up my dick.  I placed it against his pucker and felt it enter
with not much resistance.

   "My wife pegs me," he explained.  "We may not be in our 20s anymore, but
I'll bet we know a lot more about having fun!"

   No argument from me.  I slowly pushed my cock inside him until there was
nothing left to push.  His internal temperature felt like a million
degrees; Christ, he was superheated and ready to blow.  He snarled, "Fuck
me, dammit!  That's an order," and I complied, pulling my dick out and
pushing it back into that amazing furnace of sexual heat.  He groaned again
as I worked up a rhythm and slid my hands down his legs, from his ankles to
his thighs, and positioned him so I pierce his asshole with my fuckstick.

   "Harder," he grunted and started jacking his dick with his right hand. I
picked up the pace and you could hear the telltale slap of flesh against
flesh as somebody is being power-fucked.  But that wasn't enough for the
commander.

   "HARDER!" he almost yelled.  "Fuck me HARDER!" and I began body-slamming
him, knocking the couch headrest against the wall as I drove every
centimeter of my cock into his body and even part of my ball bag.  He
squeezed his eyes shut as if to focus on the sensation of my greasy pole
invading his man-hole, and jacked furiously on his own cock, which had
taken on a reddish hue.  Maybe it was catching on fire.

   I felt the base of my spine beginning to tingle and I knew I had not
much time less before the powerful fuck I was delivering to this man would
send me over the edge.  But that didn't matter.  The commander began to
wail and suddenly his cock was spurting clumps of jizz all over his stomach
and chest.  The man could shoot.  A lot of older guys lose that capacity,
but not this older guy.  He was cumming like a teenager.

   Seeing that eruption of semen was too much for me - I eased my dick from
his ass, jerked it a few times and sprayed him with another dose of
scalding cum, all over his face and chest.  I think one jet actually landed
on that bald head of his.

   I stood there, crouching over him, the last bit of love juice dribbling
from my cock to land on his as it to leaked the spent remains of his
orgasm. We were both breathing heavily and covered with a layer of sweat.

   And then suddenly, almost brusquely, he was up and off the couch. 
"C'mon," he said, pointing with his head to the back of the house.  "A
quick shower and maybe a quick lunch, and then we both can get back to
work."

   We showered together but didn't play with each other's bodies.  My
impression was he was in a hurry.  We got our clothes back on and he made
sure none of our essence had ended up on the couch (but the room did reek
of a recent, sweaty sexual encounter - there's no mistaking that smell).

   Back at the pizza joint we had a quick bite and talked about a lot of
different things, none of them sex related.  But as we got into our
respective cars to leave, he winked and said, "Next time, I'm fucking you."

   And I didn't have a problem with that.

   --

   Check out Part 1 of my erotic novel "One Day in the Life of Josh" at
Amazon.  It's only 99 cents, but I guarantee you'll get more than a
dollar's worth of hot action.  Follow this link:
http://www.amazon.com/ONE-DAY-LIFE-JOSH-PART-ebook/dp/B014ORH9YE/ref=sr_1_1
?ie=UTF8&qid=1450023605&sr=8-1&keywords=one+day+in+the+life+of+josh

   I've collected all my daddy-son stories into a single volume, "Daddy's
Boys," on Kindle.  Take a look at it here:
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the stories from "Daddy's Boys," is titled "ANAL-ogy" and is also available
on Kindle at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01D6IRQH2 My military-themed stories
are collected into a Kindle collection, "Servicing the Serviceman,"
including the long-awaited sequel to the titular story.  Find it here:
https://www.amazon.com/Servicing-Serviceman-ebook/dp/B01IOLOMIC/ref=sr_1_1?
s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1468932052&sr=1-1&keywords=servicing+the+service
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   Let's hook up on twitter.  I'm at @anonymous_sexie .  Shhhh!  Don't tell
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   Email comments to clover2209@yahoo.com 

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