Thanksgiving in Souda Bay!

In 2015, I was stationed at Souda Bay, Greece. It wasn't my first choice when I asked to go overseas from San Diego, but this story is a good example of why it didn't turn out to be a bad one.

It was November, and I was four months into what would be 18 months there. I loved everything about this part of Greece, tucked away on the island of Crete where everything seemed green and serene, compared to many other places I'd been living previously. The base itself was quiet with the exception of the flight line that hosted military and civilian take offs and landing on occasion. The base itself was like a street block with all the personnel working in the buildings on each side, and some in off-base sites that weren't seen by the everyday locals. The slow pace at first took getting used to, then I got to know everyone, American or local, that worked on our base as my level of comfort started to rise. I befriended a few of the Greeks, and ended up living in one of the local villages as I was tapped in enough to be "in the know" of all the local food spots. I learned pretty quickly that I chose the right duty station, completely falling in love with Greece to where I had to make the decision about the holidays. I sent for my mother, and then-girlfriend to join me for Thanksgiving, and part of December. I offered to purchase flights for them to join me for a couple of weeks, and they turned me down, telling me they weren't in the mood to fly for over eight hours. I wasn't hurt because this wasn't my first go-round away from family during the holidays. I let them know I loved them, and prepared myself for a good time despite being away from the ones I loved most for another duration.

"Trav, we're thinking about working at the galley for Thanksgiving. You down?"

I received a text message for an invite to serve food.

I, and the other first class petty officers would come together to feed employees of their base, and families. Americans and local nationals came together for lunch and dinner, as the actual cooks in the galley prepared a feast away from the normal, regulated recipe card. There were American and Greek dishes, with an aroma that filled the entire dining facility, and evoked smiles from the patrons that came to dine. Music was playing, and there wasn't a stranger in the building from the youngest little ones, to the eldest, more senior people in attendance as we exhibited family ties for an entire day. I was beat when the last plate was served, yet still helped to cleanse the galley, as well as the mess area in preparation for the next business day. I thought I was heading home when one of the other firsts stated a group of us were meeting at the base bar.

"You're not going home. You're hanging with us," said Steve, as he wasn't taking no for an answer.

It was five of us, and we all closed the galley, then headed down the street on base to the bar.

There was a nice crowd, mostly Sailors staying local for the holidays, a few locals, and a group of American government civilians who were transients headed to their next duty stations. Our group split up once we entered, with me and my buddy Duce, another first class, heading to the counter to get drinks. The bartender was a good acquaintance of mine, and so he fed us tall bourbons with no tab before we found a table to sit at. Duce and I relished the opportunity to relax on this night, and the next three days. We sat, talked, and pondered what to get into while watching everyone else dance while intoxicated. I looked down at my phone, and began playing a game when an older, bearded white guy came over to our table.

"How you young bucks liking Souda," he asked us.

I looked over at Duce, and Duce did the same as we both noticed the guy seemed a bit too friendly.

"When I was here, it was nothing like this," he said. "You guys got it made."

"We like it, thanks," said Duce as we both looked at each other and started grinning.

I personally wasn't in the move to speak to this random individual.

"I love it here," said the guy. "If I didn't have a wife at home, I'd stay here forever."

It was then that Duce and I realized we were dealing with an older dude who was looking for a friend. The guy felt he found two when he pulled out a chair to sit with us. I started laughing, for this random man felt the need to approach two black dudes who simply wanted to drink and chill.

"I was here in 2000," he told us. "I'm Andy. Just passing through, waiting for my ship to make it to port."

Andy was an engineer working for a private contracting company. I noticed him in a blue and gray flannel shirt, crisp jeans, and cowboy boots to match before he came to ramble on of his time when he was active duty.

"Retired senior chief," he said. "Boatswain's mate to be exact."

"How you know we Navy," Duce asked playfully to egg on the stranger.

"Fresh haircuts, clean shaven faces. The cologne," he replied as me and Duce laughed. "I can see you a mile away, Sailor. What's your rates?"

We couldn't shake the old man as he was intent on getting to know us.

"YN1 here, and my boy Duce, is an ABH1," I told him.

"Well, I'm Andy," he said as he extended

Right then, he extended an "olive branch" by enticing us to work on career advancement to get to where he was. He sipped his drink, and I used that as my cue to get up and leave.

"Where you going," he asked.

"Got things to do," I told him, before he apologized, and explained why he came over to us.

The tall guy, with a strong, bayou-like drawl felt that we were the most "cool" guys in the bar. We didn't dance, we stayed to ourselves as we were just calm, and enjoying the moment. He admitted that he spotted us, and felt the need to be in tune with us as a result.

"You don't know me from a can of paint," he noted before I sat back down.

It was clear that he felt alone, despite coming in with a group of his coworkers, sitting at the counter.

"Duce your real name, kid," Andy asked.

"My real name is Terrance," Duce replied, and Andy continued on with the interview of his "newly found friend."

I checked out Andy, but could tell I didn't pique his interest as much as Duce. At six foot five, 285 lbs., I was considered a bear, with a light pudge of a belly compared to the muscular toned, five foot eleven frame of Duce. Andy and Duce carried on a deeper conversation as I ended up taking my drink to the pool table nearby. I shot a couple of rounds with a junior Sailor, cutting my eye occasionally at Duce and Andy. I noticed the giggles, and saw teeth from the both of them when they'd slap five, with Duce looking over to me. I won the first round with the Sailor, then dusted him the second time as I was beginning to find my way out of the bar. I put down the stick, and looked to my right to see Andy coming into my direction, carrying a drink.

"You pretty good at pool," he asked.

"I do okay. Where's Duce headed," I asked, seeing Duce walking towards the front door.

Duce texted me, telling me he was heading outdoors to make a phone call while I felt Andy's heat.

"You two are stand up guys," he said to me.

"Can I get a round with you? I feel as if I could teach you a thing or two."

I laughed, thinking of how I could dust this man off then head home to sleep. He offered me to break after he racked the balls, and began rambling off on how he was dominant on the pool table. We played a round, and he let me dust him off before challenging me for a second round.

"I beat you, and we go back to your barracks room," he'd bet.

I wasn't catching what he was throwing when he mentioned going to my "room."

"I don't live in the barracks," I told him.

"Where do you live," he asked as he was about to place the sinking eight ball in the corner pocket.

"I beat you, and we go back to your place. Simple as that."

We played a third round, Andy had his way with me on the table to where I was only able to sink two balls. During his slow and painful murder of me on the table, he kicked off a long list of questions as if I wasn't allowed to live off base.

"I thought all the Sailors live in the barracks," he said.

I broke down the ways and means of Navy housing, then elaborated on my own personal tract which included a view of Souda Bay behind a pool.

"A lot of things can happen in that pool," he suggested.

I agreed, and felt the temperature from Andy rise as he was inching himself to my place. Andy's flirty ways were revealed as he stood closer to me.

"You lost to me twice," he said in my ear.

"I want to go to your place."

The bar was dwindling down as people were leaving in droves. I looked over to my bartender who seemed to be in conversation with a friendly blonde lady. He looked back and winked, then nodded to Andy before I looked at Andy who stood a few inches from me.

"I'm lonely. I know you are, too," were the words Andy whispered in my ear.

I thought about my girlfriend, and how she declined my offer for her to join me at a vulnerable time. I also thought of Andy, then how I hadn't been with a man in years, and how much I enjoyed it. In the M2M realm, I was all top, an aggressive individual who loved slinging deep into the ass of a guy like Andy. In the moment of my mind wandering, I noticed Andy's top three buttons on his flannel being opened, displaying gray hairs that made him stand out to me even more.

"What I gotta do to get naked with you," he asked me.

I was turned on by him feeling emboldened to pose such a question.

"I take you home, what are we going to do," I asked.

"Baby, we can do whatever you wanna do," he answered. "Daddy just wants to make you feel good."

He stopped short of touching me, just standing in front of me, reeking of whatever he was drinking and some expensive cologne.

"I do want some company," I told him discreetly.

"And I like being company," he said before we fully agreed to exit together.

I looked around, and the place was damn near empty with his crew starting to get up from their seats. He walked over and said a few things to them, and they each hugged him before I walked outside to see about Duce. Duce was chatting with two junior female Sailors, with the three of them grinning as if he was taking them back to his place. He and I hugged, and I walked across the street to my vehicle, where I waved Andy over to. We hopped into my 1985 560 SL, a beater car that was passed down through generations of Sailors.

"I ain't waiting to get a taste of that cock," Andy said to me as he reached over to me to get right to it.

We hadn't left the base when he undid my jeans, and put his mouth on me as I slowly passed towards the gate. Security checked my trunk, and tapped my car for me to depart, as I made my way to the adjacent terrain. I had to drive slow with Andy puckering up to the base of this eight inch with ease, making slurping sounds while his bald skull went up and down my staff. A usual five minute ride home, turned into 10 minutes due to me being pleasured by this contractor.

"I love me a leaker," he said once we pulled in front of my place.

The older Andy, who looked to be in his mid 50s to early 60s, kissed me right before we'd exit the car.

"You can suck some dick, daddy," I said as we shut our doors.

He warned me that this was only the beginning, and that he was my personal fuck toy for the remainder of the evening, and the early morning.

The dark still night provided no illumination outside of the moon. He praised the quiet setting, even saying it was more of a turn-on, for we could do whatever we wanted.

"Come out of those pants, Sailor," he said to me once I let him inside.

He stood in front of me as we started to kiss, then he tugged at my britches to finish what he started in the car. I wasn't thinking of a visit from my girlfriend due to Andy's antics. He gobbled my throbbing member whole, and brushed his neatly manicured beard against my balls to have me walking to the couch.

"Your bitch take care of you like this," he asked, as he had me on my back with my legs open.

Andy of course went to town as he sucked balls, then moved to tongue swiping at my tank to make me grab my ankles. He stopped short of rimming me as he chose to enclose my dick with his full mouth. The hungry daddy bottom moaned as he pleased me, having me ready to bend him over to get every inch of tense dick I had.

"Come out of our clothes, and go to the bedroom," I told him.

He remained on his knees as he got undressed, and I tossed the rest of my garments before he went back to doing what he was doing. Andy gave detailed oral, slurping at all the special points, while giving constriction at the forehead. I loved the way his facial cheeks squeezed inward when he bobbed up and down. I loved how he told me how much he loved black cock, and how he needed a guy like me to fuck him like a Sailor should be fucked.

"This BMCS wants some of that talented YN1 cock," he joked between slurps.

"Would you fuck me? Would you fuck the lining out of dad's pussy?"

He rubbed my balls while looking me in the eye.

"The dildo in the hotel doesn't compare to the real thing," he said.

He got off his knees, then placed them on the couch to put his ass in the air for me. I stroked my member in my left hand, while rubbing his beautifully crafted ass with the other. Andy was hairy all over, to include the follicles on his hangers, and even inside his ass cheeks. He spread them wide, and I watched his pretty, pink hole squint as he anticipated penetration.

"I need lube. I'm pretty tight," he warned as I placed my dick on his left ass cheek.

I spit in my left hand, then stroked my saliva across the tip, down to the shaft while fingering him with my right. That dildo didn't stretch it enough I learned as I was preparing to dick him down.

Andy was desperate for dick, as evident from his hole giving the perfect pull on my fingers.

"Here it comes," I warned, and pushed inside all the way as he grunted from the intense pressure.

"You're hurting daddy oh so good," he said to me.

I gave him a minute, maybe two of being still when I pulled out. I pushed in, then pulled out to see his struggling hole stretch with its purple skin hugging my girth. I loved the sound of his trench queefing, as well as him wincing as I dug in and out. We both needed this for Andy's hole had me thinking it was better than pussy.

"Got you waiting for your ship, and getting fucked," I said lowly as I dug in and out slow.

"I came to get a Sailor," he answered before I chiseled harder.

I worked my hips back and forth due to the intoxication of seeing his hole. I loved the contrast of my big, black bear dick impeding his mound, for there was barely any light in the room, yet I saw the pink and black combination between us. I started jamming him harder, and he'd cum all over my shaft while whimpering louder. The bed screeched as two complete strangers were getting it on, with me pummeling his hole to make him shake.

"You can fuck me harder," he suggested before I found myself pounding away.

I saw the waves in his ass that only made me tap him harder, with a rhythm that made him sound off more as he couldn't stop creaming.

"You're gonna have to cum soon," he warned as he was getting sore.

Right at that moment, I pulled out of Andy, and demanded he get back on his knees. He did as told, and opened his mouth to host this dick of mine with all of his juices on it. I told him how much of a sexual disgrace he was in not taking a breeding. I told him his prostate needed a good beating and wash for him to challenge me the way he did at the bar. I even joked about Duce and I double teaming me. He moaned loudly before he stroked my balls with his right hand, and squeezed around my cock with his lips tighter.

"I can't breed you," I said to him. "But you want me to feed you?"

"Oh daddy, I'm getting ready to let it go."

I was pumping harder as he started to tug my balls with his hand. That pushed me over the edge as I wouldn't hold back another minute, shrieking as I unloaded my babies directly to the back of his throat.

"Baby boy, your cum is sweeter than egg nog," He joked afterwards.

"You should bottle it up and sell it."

He and I ended up spending the night together, laying naked in my bed, and under the covers as neither of us wanted to be alone. We fell asleep, and when the sun rose, I found this man gobbling my dick again as a prelude to him riding me, and shooting a load on top of my chest while my dick was deep in his ass. He of course blew me when he finished, and a few hours later, I took him back to the base.

The girlfriend called me, telling me she regretted now coming to see me. I pretended as if I felt the same, even talking naughty to her to "get her off." Truth was, Andy was the best piece of ass I had, and I was looking for another round with him.

I'd succeed.