I guess you could call it my getting over my "divorce" phase. My three year relationship with my partner had come to an end and I needed to get away. I decided to go out to Vegas and see a buddy of mine who was stationed at the Air Force base nearby. We had been together in Germany for a year and even though he was straight, he had been very supportive when I came-out to him. As it turned out, another good friend (also straight and in the AF) was making a stop in Vegas before he did a TDY tour to Europe. So we ended up having a mini reunion.

I flew into Vegas late on a Thursday night and Jay and his girl friend Amy picked me up. We went back to Jay's place and crashed. Jay had to go to work on Friday so Amy, Jay's sister Holly, and Amy's son Ed and I spent the day just hanging out. Amy and Holly decided that they wanted to get their nails done at a local mall and Ed and I tagged along. While the women killed a few brain cells sniffing acetone and getting attended to, Ed and I cruised the mall. Ed was a very mature 15 year old who was totally cool with me being gay.

Toward the end of the duty day, we met up with Jay at a sports bar on base. There was a little going away party for a few of the troops in Jay's unit that were headed out to work projects in Southwest Asia. The beer flowed pretty deeply, which probably explained how the majority of us ended up doing the Karaoke thing despite an almost complete lack of vocal talent. Jay's friends were easy going and great to talk with.

As the evening wound down, one of Jay's friends named Phil asked if we could give him a ride home. Not a bad idea since he had downed too many pitchers of beer. On the way to Phil's house Holly and Amy decided to bring up a topic that we had discussed earlier in the evening. When the straight boys had been out of earshot, the conversation between the three of us had devolved to sex. I had offered to give Amy and Holly a few pointers on oral sex. I was promptly informed that they had not had any complaints about their abilities. Now they were bringing it up in front of Jay and Phil just to make me squirm in a friendly sort of way.

Out of respect for Jay and Phil, I quickly quashed the conversation. I figured that if I didn't like hearing about straight guys sexual conquests, they would not like to hear about mine, minimal that they were. Anyway, despite Phil's alcohol induced haze, he quickly figured out that I was gay. He took it as a matter of course and did not seem to mind. We dropped him off at home and he agreed to meet up with us on Sunday to do a little skiing at Mount Charleston (there is a lot more to do in Vegas than gamble).

The bunch of us met up on Sunday at Mount Charleston to do the skiing thing. This was only my second time on the slopes and I figured I'd spend more time on my face and/or ass than the skies. Phil showed up with his snow board and started cutting up with the rest of the group. He was really cool toward me and even said I looked really sexy in my ski boots. I'm a bit of a smart ass and I figured that if the straight boy drew first blood with the sexy comment, then I could flirt back.

I will admit that I had been attracted to Phil from the moment I first met him. He stood about 6'4" to my 6'2" and he probably weighed about 240 pounds. Quite a big boy, although he was in no way fat. He was probably 26 or 27 years old. I liked the way he carried himself; laid-back and relaxed with a quick wit and common sense. He had sandy brown hair and brown eyes. All in all, very easy to look at.

Anyway, like I expected I ended up spending more time recovering from my wipeouts than really skiing. After one of my more spectacular spills where I somehow ended up sprawled out with my ass in the air Phil boarded up behind me and told me that I really looked sexy in that position. I didn't really think anything of it at the time, but I figured I'd return the favor and told him it would be even sexier if he were sprawled out beneath me. He just laughed and boarded on down the hill.

At the end of the day we all decided to go get cleaned up and meet up at Phil's house for dinner. Since some of the group had cut out earlier in the day, space was at a premium for the ride back to town. I had brought along a change of clothes so it was decided that I would ride back to Phil's house with him and the rest of the group would join up there after changing and stopping by the store.

The ride to Phil's house went pretty well. We talked about our backgrounds and what we both had done in our Air Force careers. I had gotten out after four years and Phil was leaving soon and calling it quits after about 6 years in. He told me that I was the first gay guy that he had really gotten to know and that he wouldn't have guessed just by looking at me. I laughed and told him that I got that quite a bit. I told him my story about coming out 3 years ago at 28 and about my recent break-up with my first and only partner. Phil seemed quite surprised that I had come out at such a late age and that I had only been with one guy. I told him that I had fooled around with women a couple of times but that I had known since junior high that I was gay. It just took a long time for me to be willing to admit it to myself.

When we pulled into Phil's garage I learned that he was a real outdoor sports type of guy. Mountain bikes, skis, climbing gear, snowshoes and other paraphernalia lined the walls. Inside the house was a miniature climbing wall that he had built during his tour in Germany and other climbing gear and pictures. Phil gave me the dime tour and told me that his roommate who was off TDY had left the guest bathroom a bit messy and that it was O.K. for me to use the master shower. I told him thanks and grabbed my gear and headed to the bathroom.

We kept talking while I stripped down and got ready for my shower. Phil was in the bedroom getting undressed when I got into the shower. I remember thinking to myself how nice it would be to get a peek at Phil in his underwear or even better, naked. No sooner had that thought gone through my head than Phil came into the bathroom in his boxers. I thanked my lucky stars that Phil's shower had clear plastic rather than frosted glass.

Phil had a nicely defined upper body and legs with a good bit of sandy brown hair. The boxers were pretty loose, but I could somewhat make out a nice sized basket and shapely ass. Phil started to brush his teeth and asked if I was O.K. with him being in the bathroom while I was showering. I told him I didn't have a problem with it but that it might not be good for his career to be caught in his boxers in the same room as a naked gay guy. He laughed and said that since he was getting out in a few months that he was willing to take the risk.

I continued with my shower hoping that I would not get hard in front of Phil. I figured that if I did I could laugh it off and tell him it was because I'd gone without for quite awhile. It was then that he asked me what it was like being gay. I stood there for a minute with the water running over me and then broke out laughing. Phil looked a little pissed and asked me what was so funny. I smiled at him and apologized for the outburst. I then told him that I had used the exact same words to my former partner right before I came out to him three years ago.

With that, to my shock and amazement and eventual pleasure, Phil stepped out of his boxers and joined me in the shower. A million thoughts were running through my head as Phil kissed me. I could sense Phil's passion, need, and nervousness as our tongues entwined. After what seemed like forever, our kiss broke and I looked him in the eyes. Phil was breathing very heavy and shaking. I thought for a moment that he might be having second thoughts, but then I felt his hard, very big cock brush against my thigh. I gently stroked his face and told him to just relax and let me take the lead and that if he felt uncomfortable with anything I was doing to let me know and I would stop.

The shaking stopped as I kissed him again and began to gently soap, caress and wash his hot body. I was determined to make his first time as hot and pleasurable as possible. My tongue, teeth, and lips were all over Phil's body as I cleaned him up. I purposely avoided his cock, balls, and ass just to prolong the pleasure. Eventually, I slowly sank down to my knees and got a really good look at Phil's tool. I was impressed to say the least. My former partner had been a big boy in the cock department, but Phil had him beat hands down. His cock was about 10-inches long, 6-inches around, and uncut.

I began to tease Phil's cock with my lips, tongue, and teeth. His back was firmly pressed against the shower wall with his legs slightly bent. After a few minutes of preliminary work, the hot water started to run out so I had to turn off the shower. That meant that I could really get down to business, so to speak. I concentrated on the sensitive area under his head. I've never lost my gag reflex so deep throating Phil was out of the question. Although judging by his moans and body language he was enjoying himself.

While I was sucking and jacking on his cock, I used the fingers of my free hand to gently do an exterior massage of his prostate. This really got Phil going. Getting more turned on I used some body wash as lubricant and gently inserted a finger into Phil's tight butt. There was quite a bit of resistance at first, but soon I had my finger gently caressing his button. That really set him off and soon he was shooting a huge load all over the shower. I would have loved to finish him off in my mouth, but since we really didn't know each other and there had not been a condom handy, I couldn't.

I kept on jacking Phil's cock after I took my finger out of his ass and stood up. The kiss he gave me was even more passionate than the previous ones. Soon he took my hand away from his cock, explaining that it always got sensitive after he came. I knew just what he meant. The next thing he said surprised me even more than when he came into the shower. He told me that he wanted me to fuck him. This really floored me. While some "straight" guys might like to get there dicks sucked by a fag, they didn't get into getting fucked. I told him this and he said not to worry since he wasn't straight. I told him I'd like nothing better but that for both our sakes that I needed a rubber and that all of mine were back at Jay's in my shaving kit.

Phil bolted out of the shower like a scalded cat and dashed into his bedroom. I heard a drawer open and close and Phil was back in the bathroom with a pack of Trojan Magnums. He gave me one of the rubbers and I suited up. The rubber was a bit loose on me since my dick is respectable, but not "Magnum" sized like Phil's.

Phil turned around and faced the shower wall. He put his hands out in front of him and spread-em just like I was going to frisk him. I had more of a body cavity search in mind though. Using the body wash as lube again I gently worked one then two fingers into Phil's gradually loosening hole. When he was loose and ready I slowly pushed my hard prick into him. When I had bottomed out I just stayed there for a few minutes gently kissing the back of his neck and stroking his chest and abs. Phil slowly started to move his hips back and forth setting the pace of our fucking. After a few minutes I took over the pace and really let him have it. Using more body wash as lube I began to jack his cock while I was pounding his ass. I was really getting into this and soon felt my own orgasm building. It would have been nice to prolong things, but my own need was too great so I kept pumping and soon shot my load. Despite reaching climax my cock stayed hard and I continued to fuck Phil. After a few more minutes I could tell Phil was close to cumming for a second time. I increased the pace and Phil planted another load on the shower wall.

When our breathing returned to normal I pulled out and turned Phil around. We hugged each other and kissed a few more times. I then asked him how he felt. He told me that it had been great, even better than he had fantasized about for a lot of years. I guess I gave him a funny look and he said I was not the only one who had stayed in the closet for a long time. I told him I was glad I could be there for him when he decided to leave the closet.

We had to hurry and get cleaned-up because the rest of the crew was due any minute. It would not be good for them or Phil if they found out we had been intimate. "Don't ask don't tell" only goes so far.

Phil and I didn't get another chance to be alone that weekend and he was soon off to the Middle East for his last TDY before separating. He's out of the AF now and working out west. We've kept in touch and are planning a little reunion of our own soon.