An airport can be a lonely place if you are traveling by yourself. I knew there would be no one to meet me as my plane taxied to its final destination in St. Louis. I had just come back from a very successful sales trip from Los Angles and wanted to relax but also to celebrate. LA, Beverly Hills, and Hollywood were such exciting places and I wanted someone to share my experiences. I was preparing to take a bus to the long-term parking lot to pick up my Lexus when an announcement comes over the speaker that intrigued me.

"Come to the USO area and help welcome our troops back form Iraq," the voice said.

Some strange force that I can't explain told me to go and greet the soldiers. Maybe it was because I had no one to meet me, I wanted to be there for someone. By the time I got to the USO it was mobbed with a sea of people. People were cheering; some laughing, and some were shedding tears of joy. It was a moving experience. It became so emotional for me that I cried a little inside. There were wives, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and girlfriends welcoming the troops.

Just when I thought I was rather superfluous I saw him. He was standing alone. I walked up to him, put out my hand and said, "Welcome back, your country is grateful for your service and I am proud of you."

The handsome Marine was a little nonplused at first. He looked surprised but held his hand out and gave me a firm handshake. I started a little small talk with the muscular looking Lance Corporal. His nametag read "Maxwell." I found he was 25 and lived in St. Louis with his parents. No one had come to Lambert Field to meet him because his parents were out of town. He was figuring how to make it back to his empty home.

I invited him out to the Hill, an Italian section of the town, for dinner. I was delighted when he accepted. It was decided we would drive to my house so he could shower and change into civilian cloths before going out for pizza. He told me his buddies called him "Max." When we got to my house Max stripped down to a pair of white boxer briefs in my living room. His sculptured body was a work of art. It was smooth, muscular and reflecting many hours in the gym. Max pulled off his briefs as he walked down the hall toward the bathroom. His butt was round, firm, and beautiful. He took a minute checking out his physique in the mirror before taking a long steamy shower.

My entire field of vision was focused on Max during dinner. His black close-cropped hair complemented his masculine facial features. My gaydar, the ability to tell gay men from straight, is rather poor but I have other gifts. My extra sensory perception sometimes helps me predict forthcoming events and sometimes I get an impression of people through dreams. I had a feeling Max and I would soon become very close. When he asked if he could stay the night with me, I knew my attraction to him might be rewarded.

Later we had some wine at my home and told each other a little about ourselves. Max had just been discharged from the Marines the day before but still was in the active reserves. He liked the military but was ready to have a little less structured life. Because we were both tired we went to bed early. Max slept in the guest bedroom and I went to the master bedroom. I was sound asleep in a few minutes and shortly in a deep dream sleep. Most of my dreams are rather mundane and I don't remember them. Tonight would be different. The whole dream was concerned with the military. You see I am a veteran and have some strong memories of my military service. Back then it was not only "don't ask, don't tell," but just don't do. I had a lot of pent up sexual frustrations. I was back in the service in my dream. This time I was not just an enlisted man; I was a Navy captain and a doctor. You might as well go first class when you are having a dream. I was seated in my office when a corpsman knocks on the door.

"Yes come in," I said.

"Sir, Corporal Maxwell is here for his discharge physical."

The young marine stood before my desk at attention. He was wearing only military issue white skivvies and black field dog tags. I had Maxwell sit on the edge of the examining table and started a routine physical.

"I bet your buddies call you Max," I said.

"Yes Sir," came the reply.

I took his blood pressure, looked into his eyes and then listened to his heartbeat. I am sure my pulse was higher than his. I pressed my stethoscope next to one of his large beautiful nipples.

"You must work out a lot, you have a very well defined musculature."

"Yes sir, I go to the gym fives days a week. I had Max lean over the table and drop his shorts. I remembering noticing how pretty his ass hole looked as I slowly pushed by gloved finger up his rectum. I held Max's balls and asked him to cough. I rolled them around and had him cough again. I stopped when he started to get a hard-on.

When I awoke it was I who had a hard-on from thinking about Max. I smelled the aroma of coffee brewing so I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen in my Calvins. Max was there in only a leather jockstrap. He thanked me for giving him a welcome back to the states and then he hugged me. It was a long loving hug. When it ended I kissed him on the neck, on the cheek and when I found he did not resist I kissed him full on the mouth. We hugged again. Max dropped his jock.

"Make me hard," he commanded.

I started by licking his nipples and worked my way down to his waiting cock. When I got there he asked me if I would kiss his penis. I needed no more encouragement. I kissed his cock, stroked it, and sucked it until it was rock hard. I had him sit on my couch were I conducted a lesson in oral sex. Max let me have my way with him. We got back in my bed and pleasured ourselves for the rest of the morning.

That evening Max went home. My heart sank and my house felt empty. I wondered if I would ever see Max again. Every time the phone rang, I had hopes it would be him. A week came and went and another lonely weekend was forthcoming. One Friday afternoon the phone rang and I had a feeling it was Max. To my delight it was. He wanted to know if I was free for a weekend adventure. I told him I was up for anything if it included him. He told me to pack light and to be ready to move out in the morning.

Max arrived with military precision in his red pick up truck, at dawn. The truck contained two backpacks and an ice chest.

"We are going camping," Max told me.

During our two-hour drive to the Missouri Ozarks my hand wandered from Max's bare legs to his knee and to some extended play in his crotch. He parked the truck at the edge of a wooded area. He said we would be walking in the woods for a couple of miles. Max was dressed in cut off army camouflage fatigues a white t-shirt, and his dog tags. I wanted to just strip him naked and suck his cock but that would have to wait.

We set up camp near a secluded crystal clear spring. It took about an hour to unpack and put together our two men tent.

"This is where we are going to live for the next two days," Max exclaimed.

It was so peaceful. Max and I were all alone. I never thought the great outdoors would be romantic but I was finding out it could be both romantic and very erotic. Max took off his t-shirt. His chest and arms were so muscular that I could not take my eyes off his manly beauty. He chopped some firewood and then stripped naked before jumping into the spring. The skinny dip was refreshing for him and a treat for me to watch. He let the sun dry him as he reclined on a large smooth bounder overlooking the spring. I stripped to by briefs crawled into the tent as I continued to watch Max soak up some sun. I got hard, pulled off my underwear, and stroked myself.

Max joined me in the tent for some afternoon delight. I nestled in his strong arms and we cuddled. We were both hard in minutes. I slowly stroked his cock, as he got ever harder. We listened to the sound of the moving water in the nearby stream as I sucked his penis. Max moaned as I licked his shaft and took it deep into my mouth. I was soon treated to the unmistakable taste of his precum. I stroked Max until I could tell he was past the point of no return. When my lips locked around this cock head he came. I continued sucking until he had expelled all his delicious essence.

Max told me he loved the feel of being naked and was going to be nude for the rest of the weekend. My mind raced with all the sexual fantasies that I would like to fulfill with him during the next couple of days. Later, I spread a blanket in front of the tent for Max and me. He thought it was so we could tan in the sun together but I had other plans. I asked Max to lie on his back and spread his legs.

"I want to rim your pretty ass hole," I told my sexy partner.

Max blushed a little but parted his strong legs and hoisted them in the air. His butt was hairless, smooth, and perfectly illustrated by the sunny day. I played with his flaccid penis before working my way down to his rear door. I licked a finger and rubbed it across the opening of his asshole. I felt a slight tremor course through his nude body. He later described it as a small but exciting electric shock. I continued to rub his gorgeous orifice, which was well lubricated with my saliva. Max moaned when I withdrew my finger and started proving his hole with my tongue. My licking so turned on Max that he begged me not to stop. What he didn't know was that I was as just as excited as him. When he was ready he let my cock enter him, which began an afternoon of passion and lust.

When the sun set we built a campfire and cuddled around it. We listened to the sounds of nature. A chorus of frogs on the stream and the distant chirps of some awaking cicadas serenaded us. I pressed my head on to Max's chest and listened to his heartbeat. When the campfire was almost out it started to lightly sprinkle. We crawled inside the tent for warmth and to listen to the rain. The smell of the storm was clean, fresh, and intoxicating. Our secluded environment was cozy and the perfect place for lovemaking. Max and I held each other tight. His strong chest met mine and his arms wrapped around me. His manhood became erect as he rubbed against mine. I held his cock in my hand and slowly stroked it. I wanted to give Max the best orgasm of his life. He got harder and I stroked faster and then slower. Finally his body could hold off no longer and he shot hot semen over my chest. It was exciting and draining at the same time. We held each other throughout the night and listened to the rainfall on the tent.