A few years ago I was a member of Her Majesty’s forces. One of the ‘elite’. In other words, a paratrooper in the British Army. Looking back it’s hard to say why I joined. I wasn’t the typical ‘para’ type. I was 5’10”, which was okay, but I was also very slim, almost skinny in fact. Not the usual build for your “ruffy tuffy para” as we laughingly called ourselves. What I had in abundance though was determination, fitness and brains. By the end of basic training (Called ‘p’ company) I was elected champion recruit by the senior officers. This meant I got a little bronze statue of a Para in full kit and had my name engraved on an artillery shell that was displayed in the barracks. Again, looking back, it all seems a bit surreal but at the time I was really proud.

Now the thing about the British Army, just as with the Marine Core or U.S. Army or whatever, was that it was at the same time super hetro and super gay! I mean, where else would a group of guys play drinking games that involved getting naked and sucking each other off, while at the same time, wanting to kill every ‘puff’ on the planet? But that was daily life in HM Forces. A complete contradiction.

Of course I didn’t realise that at first. At first I was an innocent recruit, trying not too look too hard at the amazing asses and swinging cocks that I saw every day in the showers. Trying to take it in my stride and not react when I passed a guy lying on his bunk with a porno magazine open on his chest and an enormous stiffy in his hands having a slow wank. That was normal…. right?

Of course there were guys that I fancied. After all I was surrounded by some of the fittest most energetic young men that the UK had to offer. They were young, full of hormones and bursting to prove themselves in every sense. Who wouldn’t at least look! There was one guy, for example, that had the most amazing legs. Now I’m not a legs guy, but this guy just had the most perfect, sexy, well formed, long and attractive legs that I have ever seen. Even the most rampant ‘hetro’ in our company said that looking at them reminded him of his girlfriend and made him want to fuck him! The guy with the legs just grinned when anyone made comments but you could tell that he was lapping it up.

I have to admit, sexually I was a slow starter. I had had lot’s of fantasies involving guys but I had always thought that what they told us in school was true. That it was just a passing phase and that eventually I would get over it. How wrong can you be!

So here I found myself, a young, super fit, super horny guy surrounded by a bunch of sex gods. I wanked at every opportunity but I never though any of my fantasies could come true. That is, until I met a guy that we called ‘Chopper’. Reputedly he was called Chopper because that was the slang name for cock and he had a big one. He was a quiet guy. Tall and handsome with a boyish look. You could say he was almost shy. He made me look like a child at the side of him but somehow I always felt like he needed looking after. It was strange. He just had that effect on me. The odd thing was that he seemed to feel the same way towards me.

Being paratroopers we had to jump out of aeroplanes a lot. Hercules aeroplanes to be exact. One of the things that civilians don’t realise is that when Para’s jump, their parachutes have a maximum load carrying capacity. What this translates to is that the smaller you are the more you can carry when you jump. So what you see is the little guys loaded down like camels and the really big guys jumping with minimum kit! Of course once you are out of the aeroplane it’s all the same. The problem is that the little guy has to carry that load until the moment he leaves the plane. The solution is to put a big guy behind the little guy so that he can help him support the weight. And that was how me and Chopper became ‘jump buddies’. It was also how I found out exactly just how big his cock really was, hard!

When we went on exercise we would often be in the field, literally, for days at a time. Now this was the British Army so we didn’t bring showers with us or toilets or any of the fancy kit you might hope for. It was us with what we carried on our backs. A shovel to go the toilet and wash in the nearest stream if you were lucky enough to be in a place with streams. Because of that most of the guys 'went commando’. It was just easier and healthier that way.

So one day we were loaded up to the eyeballs for a big jump. Several aircraft were full to bursting point. We could hardly move in there. After several hours of low level flying we were all feeling the need to get out and when the call went out to ‘hook up’ we leapt into action. I hooked on my reserve and then the kit that hung below it. It was heavy! Even without the movement of the plane I could hardly stand and when we banked over and pulled g’s it was impossible. I tried locking my knees but the movements of the plane forced me to move as well and I found myself collapsing to the floor. That was when chopper came to the rescue. Being lightly loaded he was able to get close to me. Seeing my distress he moved up behind me and hooked his massive arms under my armpits, grasping my chest straps, he hoisted me almost clear of the ground. By now the sweat was poring from me and I was beginning to wonder how I was going to survive the jump. After a few minutes though I began to recover and feel more optimistic.
The aircraft seemed to be swaying around more than usual and we kept getting very close up views of the hills as they flashed by. That didn’t worry us though. We were used to it. What was more difficult was the length of time that we were being kept hooked up without jumping. Normally it’s just long enough to check that everyone is secure and then the doors open. Within a couple of minutes we get the green light and we begin our shuffle towards the void. This time it wasn’t happening. After what seemed an eternity of being tossed around we got the call to unhook. Conditions were just too bad to jump and it was being called off. We all groaned, partly with relief and partly disappointment. Of course, we would only admit to disappointment.

Immediately I reached down and unhooked my kit and it dropped heavily to the floor. Chopper was still holding my and the sudden reduction in weight caused him to lift me off the ground. This guy was strong! As he did so the aircraft gave another lurch and we fell backwards. We were the last two in the line so chopper went flat on his back and I ended up sat on his crotch. I quickly realised that what I could feel pressing into my ass cheeks was not his rifle! I casually reached back with my hands to support myself and push myself to my feet, taking the opportunity to feel through the thin material of his combat trousers. Wow! I was stunned! I probably stayed in that position just a bit too long because I was captivated by the pulsing bar of steel that was his massive cock. I could even feel the head clearly defined under my grasp. I pushed myself to my feet and let go. Looking back, Chopper was hurriedly scrambling to his feet. He had actually reddened with embarrassment. I just laughed loudly and he smiled back looking a bit shame faced. Above the noise of the aircraft we couldn’t hear each other speak so I mouthed the word slowly ‘W.O.W!’ and laughed again. He took a swipe at my helmeted head banging it against the padded wall of the aircraft and I crossed my eyes and wobbled my head in mock cartoon style. Then we both dropped back into our seats for the journey home still smiling broadly.

Now that the flight had been cancelled and we were on our way back home, things began to lighten up a bit. The RAF (Royal Air Force) provided us with sandwiches and juice and we began eating hungrily. But that wasn't the only thing I was hungry for. I couldn't stop thinking about the thick pole that I had felt through the material of Choppers trousers. As we ate side by side, I would glance over at him, wondering exactly what he had hidden below the food tray that he had on his lap. He seemed to read my thoughts. If I stared for too long he would give me a playful nudge in the ribs with his elbow. I would look up at him in mock surprise lifting up my arms in a gesture of puzzlement and mouthing the word 'What?' Then grinning widely. He would just grin back and shake his head as if to say 'What are you like?' Then we would both laugh and carry on eating.

When we had finished we passed back the trays and everyone began to settle down for a nap. As we were at the rear of the aircraft we were closest to the pile of soft bags that formed a little mountain on the rear ramp. Before anyone else could think of it, I stood up and moved my way past Chopper. As I passed him I caught his eye and indicated in the direction of the bags in an ambiguous way. I could have just been saying 'I'm going over there' or 'come over there with me'. He decided on the second option and casually followed me.

We lifted a few of the bags and organised them to make more of a bed. I lay on my side facing the rest of the guys and Chopper lay down behind me. We wriggled around for a while making ourselves more comfortable and working our way a little deeper into the pile. In the end the only thing that could be seen by the others was our heads.

As soon as I could see that the rest of the guys were sleeping, I casually rolled onto my back and let my arm fall carelessly over Chopper. My hand landed just above his waist. When he didn't react I slowly began to move my fingers in a stroking motion. This time he reacted by lifting one of his legs and placing it over the top of one of mine. I took this as an encouraging sign. Moving my hand slightly I found a button and popped it open allowing me to slide my hand into his shirt. When I came into contact with his warm smooth skin I felt him tense a little. I remained motionless for a few seconds and he relaxed again. I could feel the beating of his heart as it began to race. By now I could feel my cock straining against the material of my trousers and a small amount of pre-cum oozing onto my stomach.

I couldn't resist any longer. Slowly but firmly I moved my hand down towards his waistband. His toned stomach tensed once again but I didn't stop. I pressed gently down so that my hand could slide under his belt. Instantly my fingers came into contact with head of his massive fuck pole. I decided I might only get once chance at this so I pushed my hand deeper and then took a firm grasp of his throbbing rod. I felt him gasp but he did nothing to stop me. I could feel the veins under the velvet skin as I gently began to massage his thick cock.

It was all that he needed. Letting go of any inhibitions he rolled onto his side facing me. As he did so he gently lifted my shoulder turning me so that my back was towards him. This way we could both see the rest of the plane as our heads poked up above the pile of bags but they couldn't see below our shoulders. Now, reaching forward, his big hands took hold of my trousers. As he yanked them down the top button burst open. I wasn't wearing any underwear so now I was completely exposed. My hot throbbing cock sprung out of the material and slapped against my stomach. I felt his hands move over my smooth round butt and one of them moved between my legs and grasped my balls pulling firmly on them. He inched closer to me and I felt the heat of his body and cock as it pressed between my cheeks. I pushed back with my ass, gripping and squeezing it. He began to pump his hips slowly as he reached round and grasped my own aching member. God, how I wanted him to fuck me! I pushed back more and more insistantly as the pre-cum from his cock lubricated my crack, allowing it to slide more and more easily between my cheeks. Every third or fourth thrust I could feel the head of his fuck monster push against my puckered hole, making it tingle. His pushes were getting harder and faster. He placed one hand on each cheek prizing them apart and began to hammer at my hole. I felt him stop for a second as he lubricated my ass even more with his saliva. One of his fingers pushed hard and entered me. I groaned loudly knowing that nobody could hear me. Almost immediately he took out his finger and once again began to thrust his tool against me as I almost begged him to fuck me. Relaxing my hole as much a I could, I felt him beginning to enter me. Each thrust now opened me a little wider. Suddenly the whole of his massive head pushed into me. I almost screamed with the pain. He stopped moving for a few seconds and as the pain subsided I pushed back against him. That was the only signal he needed.

With just two or three thrusts he entered me completely, grasping my hips he pushed deep into me. I gasped as I felt him push against the inner sphincter and massage my prostate with his swollen cock head at the same time. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

As he fucked me I stroked my cock more and more feverishly. Who could tell when one of the guys might wake up and look over! This was not the time for long lingering love making. I felt Chopper move his head close to mine and he began to bite my neck as he fucked me mercilessly. His hot throbbing member sliding it's full length in and out of me. I could feel his breathing and hear his grunts in my ear as he began to come close to exploding. I was getting close myself and encouraged him by pushing back in time with his thrusts. Then he pushed as deep and hard as he could and stopped for a second as the waves of his orgasm began to surge through his body. I felt his cock expend and knew that he was about to shoot his load. I reached back and held him so that he wouldn't withdraw. I felt the cum surge up his cock as he began to pump it into my ass. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me as I took his hot liquid inside me. Then I too began to reach climax. I slid forward allowing his still pulsating cock to slide out of me and rolled onto my back. He could see that I was about to shoot and quickly moved down placing his hot mouth over my cock. The pleasure was too much and I began to spurt cum deep into his throat. I could see him gagging as his mouth filled but he didn't stop. He swallowed what seemed like pints of milky cum but didn't release my cock from his mouth until I had stopped gushing. We lay motionless for a few seconds, getting our breath and taking in the enormity of what had just happened and how suddenly the nature of our relationship had changed.

Gradually, we both came to our senses and he quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve as I pulled up my trousers. Within seconds it was as if nothing had happened. But of course it had, and nothing would ever be the same again. For now though, we both lay exhausted on our backs. I glanced over at him. He had a worried look on his face but when he saw my broad smile he grinned back. As I fell asleep I felt his lips brush my neck in a gentle, almost imperceptible kiss.