Wings of Freedom

At a US Air Force Base nestled in the post-World War II countryside, laughter and joy filled the air as people celebrated in the atmosphere. Among them, First Lieutenant Jonathan Collins found himself in a cozy pub called "Wings of Freedom," surrounded by lively conversations and stories. Jonathan, a schoolteacher from Wisconsin, had joined the military after the attack on Pearl Harbor. He had an impressive record, but he never tried to stand out among high-ranking officers. This didn't bother him much as he was at a crossroads in his life; his wife had left him for the town's mayor and he didn't want to return home. Despite this, he held no resentment towards his ex-wife; their marriage had been distant. Unlike his fellow comrades who often participated in wild activities, Jonathan preferred to keep to himself- he was basically an innocent in many ways. 

As the night went on and he became slightly intoxicated, Major William Johnson, known for his stern demeanor and heavy drinking, came over to him and slung an arm around him. Johnson exclaimed enthusiastically, "Hey buddy! How's it going tonight?" Jonathan felt uneasy and responded, "Uh...just enjoying my drink." "Come on now, loosen up a bit. Let's chat. Have you ever been to this pub before?" Jonathan was caught off guard by the sudden friendliness and replied, "No, this is my first time here." Johnson then revealed with a mischievous grin, "Well, let me tell you a little secret. The owner is a good friend of mine and he's throwing a private party upstairs. I can get us in if you're interested." Jonathan's curiosity was piqued and he asked, "Really? Sounds like fun." Johnson continued persuading him, "Trust me, it'll be a blast. Let's go check it out." After some hesitation, Jonathan agreed thinking he had nothing to lose. 

The two men then made their way upstairs to the private party and were let in after knocking on the door. To his surprise, Jonathan saw several senior officers engaged in a game of strip poker. "Major...you did well tonight," said a British voice, possibly the pub's owner.

Jonathan's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. The dimly lit room was filled with raucous laughter and the clinking of glasses, creating a atmosphere that contrasted sharply with his usual military surroundings. 

"See? I told you it'd be a blast!" Johnson exclaimed with a grin. 

Feeling slightly out of place, Jonathan glanced nervously around the room. The air was heavy with smoke and the scent of alcohol, mixed with the sharp tang of sweat and excitement. His attention was drawn to a tall, distinguished-looking man with silver hair and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, whose British accent cut through the noise.

The British gentleman, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that oozed sophistication, strode over to Jonathan., extending a hand to Jonathan. "1st Lieutenant Jonathan Collins, I presume? Welcome to 'Wings of Freedom.' I'm Nigel Craven, owner of this fine establishment," he said with an elegant flourish.

Jonathan shook Nigel's hand, still slightly bewildered by the unfamiliar setting. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Craven."

Nigel proceeded to introduce Jonathan to the rest of the people in the room. Most of these men were strangers to Jonathan except for Major Johnson, who sat slumped on a sofa pouring himself another drink. Captain Schwartz from New York City stumbled over to greet them, his trousers half off and his words slurred.

As they made their way towards the card table where Major Smith waved to them, Jonathan couldn't help but notice the Mayor of the Yorkshire town where their base was located sitting at the table in nothing but his boxers and socks, completely engrossed in his card game.

Nigel continued to guide Jonathan around the room, introducing him to more unfamiliar faces. The atmosphere was unlike any military setting Jonathan had experienced before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what made it so different. That is, until Nigel squeezed both of his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Welcome to 'Wings of Freedom' - where anything goes." 

Jonathan sat with Major Johnson who turned to him with a smile "Having fun". "I guess, I’ve never seen something like this before". "The night has only just begun" Johnson said with a jubilant look in his eyes.

The conversation was abruptly interrupted when the mayor's voice boomed through the room, filled with a mixture of anger and defeat. "Damn it all to bloody hell!" His eyes darted around the room, meeting the sneering gaze of Captain Schwartz who taunted him with a twisted smile. "Mayor Walker, you know what you need to do," he jeered. The chorus of voices joined in, chanting "Take them off!", their sadistic glee palpable.

Mayor Walker's face flushed with humiliation as he sheepishly began to pull down his boxer shorts, exposing his chunky nude body to the leering crowd. "You keep those off for the rest of the night, Mayor," Schwartz commanded, striding towards him with lustful intent. He grabbed the mayor and forced a long French kiss upon him, eliciting applause from onlookers.

Jonathan however was shocked and turned away, only to be met with Major Johnson's mocking voice. "Come on, man, you know this is fun!" he taunted. But Jonathan couldn't shake off that he watched two married men, both highly decorated soldiers, engage in sexual acts in front of everyone.

Nigel approached him and whispered in his ear with a hint of admiration, "Schwartz is a man of many talents." Jonathan could hardly believe what he was witnessing -  a respected individual reduced to mere object for others' pleasure.

As Schwartz and Walker's actions caught Jonathan's attention, he couldn't help but be reminded of a similar incident during his time in teaching college. It was after a grueling final exam when the elderly professor, struggling with his failing eyesight, asked Jonathan to accompany him home before it got too dark. Of course, Jonathan readily agreed and walked the professor back to his residence on campus. Upon arrival, the professor welcomed Jonathan into his living room and offered him a drink. But as the evening wore on, the professor convinced Jonathan to assist him in getting ready for bed. With hesitance, Jonathan helped undress the frail man, who profusely thanked him for the gesture. And as they stood there, one clothed and one bare, the naked professor grasped onto Jonathan's hand with a desperate plea not to be left alone.

The young man was taken aback by the old man's audacious behavior, but out of respect and politeness, he helped the professor into bed. As he turned to leave, the professor's wrinkled hand grabbed onto his arm with surprising strength. Through cracked lips, the old man whispered that he wanted to kiss him goodnight.

The young man's heart raced as he struggled with conflicting feelings. He couldn't deny the curiosity and arousal sparked by the request, but it also made him uncomfortable. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to refuse and leaned in to press his lips against the professor's weathered ones.

To his shock, the old man eagerly returned the kiss and began exploring Jonathan's body with bony fingers. The young man was stunned but did not resist, allowing himself to be swept up in the older man's embrace. Their tongues danced with each other as they passionately kissed, their breath becoming heavier with each passing moment.

Before long, their clothes were discarded and they were entwined in a passionate embrace. Jonathan couldn't believe what was happening but felt too overwhelmed to stop it. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the intense pleasure coursing through his body. The elderly professor expertly touched every inch of Jonathan's skin, teasing him until he could take no more.

As their bodies moved together in perfect unison, Jonathan sighed in pleasure at each thrust from the older man. Their skin slid against each other effortlessly as they explored every inch of one another's bodies. The elderly professor knew just how to touch Jonathan, sending waves of ecstasy throughout his entire being as they reached climax together.

As the night wore on, Jonathan couldn't tear his eyes away from the enticing scene before him. The once dignified Mayor Walker, now stripped of all clothing, lay sprawled out on a couch with Schwartz's mouth exploring his bellybutton and nipples. The sounds of his moans of pleasure filled the air, sending shivers down Jonathan's spine.

To his surprise, Jonathan found himself getting aroused by the sight before him - something he had never experienced before. Watching these two men pleasure each other in such an uninhibited manner was both shocking and enthralling.

But the excitement didn't stop there. As Major Smith and Nigel joined in, eagerly undressing Schwartz while passionately kissing Mayor Walker, Jonathan could hardly believe what he was seeing. Soon enough, all four men were naked and tangled up in a wild orgy on another sofa.

Jonathan watched in amazement as each man took turns fucking one another with reckless abandon, the sound of their skin slapping together filling his ears. Schwartz was the first to reach climax, filling Mayor Walker's round buttocks with his release before collapsing back onto the sofa. Nigel soon followed suit, fucking the mayor before coming on his face.

With Mayor Walker now lying on his back, Major Smith entered him from the front causing his plump belly to jiggle with each forceful thrust. Jonathan couldn't take his eyes off the intense scene before him, feeling a sudden heat rushing through his body.

Despite his arousal, Jonathan didn't act on it. Instead, he continued to watch as Major Johnson slept nearby, oblivious to the sensual display happening just a few feet away. As all four men reached their climaxes in a symphony of moans and gasps, Jonathan couldn't help but question his own feelings towards this newfound attraction to men.

After they were done, Nigel asked Jonathan if he enjoyed himself. Jonathan admitted that it was a new experience for him. "If you want, you can come back and join in before you go back to the states," Nigel offered. Then, he turned to Johnson and scolded him for passing out again. Johnson looked disappointed as the others got dressed and then tried to fall back asleep. "Could you do me a favor love and take the Major to the spare bedroom?" Nigel asked Jonathan. "I can't send him back to base in this state, and I need to close up the pub downstairs." Although hesitant, Jonathan agreed and helped shuffle Johnson to the spare room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jonathan stared at Johnson sleeping. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He never thought about having sex with men before, but now he found himself considering it.

The door opened and Nigel entered, walking over to sit beside Jonathan on the bed. "I think you should stay here tonight and leave tomorrow after breakfast," Nigel suggested. Jonathan nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a good idea," Nigel said with a smile.

"Good night Jonathan," he said as he left the room. Jonathan smiled in return. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think about everything that had transpired that night.

Jonathan laid on the bed, his gaze fixed upon the white ceiling above. His mind was consumed with thoughts of the day's events, causing a stirring in his body that he couldn't ignore. He felt his cock twitch involuntarily, a physical reminder of the intense emotions swirling within him.

As he lay there, Jonathan drifted off to sleep next to the now passed out Johnson. However, his rest was short-lived as he was awoken by the sound of crying coming from the bathroom. It was Johnson, and something seemed to be troubling him deeply.

"Is there something wrong, Major?" Jonathan asked cautiously.

"Don't worry about me," snapped Johnson, his voice filled with pain and frustration.

But Jonathan knew he couldn't just leave it at that. He got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, where he found Johnson still in the same uniform he had worn the night before. He was sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands, clearly going through an emotional turmoil.

"I'm sorry I did this to you," Johnson sobbed. "I'm sorry I brought you here."

"You probably think I'm a... a lowly faggot, don't you?" he continued, brokenly.

"To be honest, this night has twisted my views about things," Jonathan replied honestly.

"Why did you choose me to come up here with you?" he asked quietly, genuinely curious.

Johnson wiped away his tears and looked at Jonathan with sorrow-filled eyes. "I don't know," he said softly. "You just looked so innocent and naive. I felt the need to corrupt someone...but it seems like that didn't happen with you."

As he listened to Johnson's words, Jonathan began to see the major in a different light. Once intimidated by his commanding presence, he now felt drawn to this vulnerable side that no one else had ever shown him – not his wife, not his parents.

He couldn't help but be captivated by Johnson's appearance – a large, bulky frame that exuded strength and experience, coupled with a round face that held years of lived emotion. As Johnson sat on the toilet, wiping his face, Jonathan walked over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

The Major's gaze shifted upwards, meeting Jonathan's intense stare. In that moment, Jonathan seemed to hold all the power and control. Without a word, he knelt down in front of the Major and pressed his lips against his. Johnson's eyes widened in surprise at the bold move. The kiss was passionate and intense, leaving Johnson feeling a rush of desire and longing.

Jonathan broke the passionate kiss and walked back to the bed, leaving Johnson standing there stunned. He lay back down and closed his eyes, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Johnson slowly got up from the toilet and walked to the sink. He turned on the water and splashed some on his face, trying to calm his racing heart.

He looked in the mirror, taking in his red and swollen eyes. He wiped his face with his hand before exiting the bathroom. As he approached the bed, he couldn't help but stand there for a few moments, just staring at Jonathan's peaceful form.

Finally, Johnson made his way over to the bed and began rubbing Jonathan's back through his clothes. His touch was gentle yet firm as he moved his hand down to Jonathan's firm ass and squeezed it possessively. Then he trailed his hand up to Jonathan's thigh and started massaging it, eliciting a soft moan from him.

Feeling emboldened by Jonathan's response, Johnson moved his hand up to Jonathan's crotch and began rubbing his growing erection through his pants. He could feel Jonathan getting harder under his touch, causing a surge of arousal within him.

Without hesitation, Johnson unbuttoned Jonathan's shirt and pulled it off to reveal his chest with his nipples at attention. He then proceeded to remove Jonathan's pants, revealing his hard member standing at attention.

Johnson stroked it slowly at first, savoring the sensation of its hardness in his hand. Then he leaned down and swirled his tongue around the head before taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, gradually increasing the pressure and speed.

As the Major was on the brink of ecstasy, Jonathan stopped him with a gentle touch. With a soft smile, he began to caress the Major's face, planting kisses on his lips and trailing down his jawline. His hands moved to unbutton the Major's uniform, revealing a large, stocky frame underneath. The two men embraced each other tightly, their bodies pressing together in a passionate embrace. Johnson couldn't resist running his hands over Jonathan's muscular body, feeling every rippling muscle under his fingertips. Jonathan's hands roamed over Johnson's strong shoulders and arms, exploring every inch of his body as they kissed fervently. Their tongues danced together in perfect harmony, igniting sparks of pleasure throughout their bodies. Johnson’s hands traveled lower, cupping Jonathan's firm ass in his palms. He squeezed lightly, pulling Jonathan closer as they continued to kiss. Their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, their desire for each other growing stronger by the second. Johnson’s hand slid down to find Jonathan's penis, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking it slowly. Jonathan gasped at the sensation, his body shuddering with pleasure. Johnson’s other hand moved between them, finding Jonathan’s sensitive nipples and pinching them gently. Jonathan arched his back in response,his body trembling with pleasure under Johnson’s touch. 

The two men were consumed by their fiery passion, their bodies entwined and writhing in perfect synchronization. Johnson's hand roamed Jonathan's body, igniting intense sensations with each touch. His fingers traced a path from Jonathan's chest down to his abdomen, then across his hip, before finding their way to Jonathan's pulsing balls. This sent a moan of pleasure echoing from deep within him. But it was the feeling of Johnson's skilled fingers pushing inside him that truly sent Jonathan into a frenzy. As the Major expertly pleasured him, he couldn't help but arch his back, gripping Johnson's shoulders and crying out in ecstasy as his lover’s fingers skillfully probed and teased at his sensitive spot. Johnson responded by using his free hand to fondle Jonathan’s erect nipples, squeezing them gently until they stood erect and hard. Meanwhile, he added a second finger to further stretch him open and feel every inch of his tight hole. The sensation of being filled was indescribable, overwhelming Jonathan with waves of pure bliss. As Johnson steadily fingered him deeper and harder, Jonathan's own cock began to throb with need, leaking pre-cum freely from its swollen tip.

 

Johnson withdrew his fingers from Jonathan's opening, eliciting a needy whimper from the younger man. But that sound quickly transformed into a gasp of pleasure as Johnson positioned himself at Jonathan's entrance and slowly began to push inside. 

The initial breach was intense - a burning stretch that gave way to an indescribable fullness as Johnson's thick shaft sank deeper. Jonathan's body yielded to the intrusion, his muscles clenching and fluttering around Johnson's girth. He had never felt so completely filled, so utterly possessed.

"Relax for me," Johnson murmured, his voice low and soothing. He ran his hands along Jonathan's sides in a calming caress even as his hips continued their steady forward press. 

Jonathan took a shuddering breath and willed himself to relax, focusing on the exquisite slide of Johnson's cock as it slowly split him open. Inch by excruciating inch, Johnson pushed forward until finally, his hips were flush against Jonathan's ass. 

They both paused then, savoring the intense connection, the intimate press of their joined bodies. Jonathan could feel every throb and twitch of Johnson's shaft buried deep inside him. It was almost too much to bear.

But then Johnson began to move, withdrawing slowly before thrusting back in with a smooth roll of his hips. Jonathan keened at the sensation, his passage clenching down hard around the major's thickness. Johnson set a steady rhythm, fucking into Jonathan with long, deep

 

Johnson began to move his hips, thrusting into Jonathan with a steady rhythm. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure radiating through Jonathan's body as Johnson's thick shaft rubbed against his prostate. Jonathan moaned wantonly, lost in the incredible sensations consuming him.

Johnson shifted angles slightly and increased his pace, pounding into Jonathan's tight heat with vigorous thrusts. The room filled with the erotic sounds of skin slapping against skin and their heavy panting breaths. Beads of sweat formed on Johnson's brow as he worked Jonathan's passage relentlessly. 

"Oh god, Major, don't stop," Jonathan pleaded, his voice ragged with need. He reached down to stroke his own aching erection in time with Johnson's thrusts, desperate for more stimulation.

Johnson obliged, slamming into him harder and faster, his heavy balls slapping against Jonathan's ass with each forceful drive. The headboard banged against the wall as the bed rocked under the power of Johnson's thrusts. 

Jonathan could feel his climax building, coiling tighter and tighter in his core. Johnson seemed to sense it too, because he redoubled his efforts, pummeling Jonathan's prostate with pinpoint precision. Jonathan threw his head back and cried out, his whole body tensing as his orgasm crashed over him in intense waves. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, painting his stomach and chest.

The clenching of Jonathan's passage around him

 

Johnson felt Jonathan's passage clench and spasm around him as the younger man reached his climax. The tight, rhythmic squeezing was exquisite, pushing Johnson closer to his own release with each pulse. He continued driving into Jonathan through his orgasm, extending his pleasure for as long as possible. 

Jonathan was lost to the world, his body wracked with tremors of ecstasy, his untouched cock spurting stream after stream of pearly seed across his sweat-slicked torso. The sight of Jonathan coming undone beneath him, combined with the incredible sensation of Jonathan's muscles milking his shaft, sent Johnson hurtling towards his own peak. 

"'m gonna cum," Johnson growled through clenched teeth. His hips stuttered and then stilled as his orgasm overtook him. His thick cock jerked inside Jonathan's clenching heat as it began to erupt, pumping what felt like an endless supply of hot cum deep into Jonathan's spasming passage.

Jonathan moaned loudly as he felt Johnson's member twitch and throb within him, the Major's warm seed flooding his insides. Each spurt of Johnson's release triggered another shuddering aftershock in Jonathan, his overstimulated prostate sending bolts of sharp pleasure zinging up his spine. He felt deliriously full, Johnson's essence painting his inner walls, marking him as thoroughly claimed.

The two men collapsed onto the bed, their panting and gasping filling the room as they reveled in the intensity of their lovemaking. The Major held Jonathan tightly, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath. In the quiet aftermath, Johnson's voice was rough and full of emotion as he whispered his gratitude to Jonathan. "Thank you," he rasped. "For what?" Jonathan asked, his heart swelling with tenderness. "For being here," Johnson replied earnestly. "I needed someone to hold me up, and you were that person."

Upon his return to the states, Jonathan yearned for a fresh start. After much contemplation, he made the decision to uproot his life and move to the vibrant city of San Francisco. Rumors of a burgeoning gay scene beckoned to him, offering the promise of acceptance and belonging that he had always craved. With determination in his heart and a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he set out to carve a new path for himself in this diverse city by the bay.

As the war came to an end, the major found himself lingering in England, unable to let go of the life he had known for so long. But as the base decommissioned, rumors began to spread about clandestine meetings held at the Wings of Freedom. Despite the Air Force's inability to find any proof, Johnson was advised to take his pension and start a new chapter in his life. This was devastating news for Johnson, whose entire existence revolved around military service. Jonathan desperately searched for any information about Johnson, but it seemed as though he had vanished without a trace. 

Jonathan went on with his life, teaching and living in San Francisco. He made friends and joined the local gay community. He dated several men over the years but never found that special someone. He was content with his life and career.

During the summer of the early 1950s, Jonathan made a trip to New York City and ended up at a popular gay bar in the east 50’s. The place was bustling with customers, but Jonathan managed to squeeze his way up to the crowded bar. To his surprise, the bartender was Johnson. Both men's tense expressions softened into genuine smiles and chuckles as they recognized each other. Johnson's hair had turned completely gray and he had lost his intimidating demeanor. In just a split second, Jonathan could tell that Johnson seemed more at peace. 

“Jonathan,” Johnson said.

“Yes.”

Johnson set down a glass he’d been drying. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

A small pause.

“You been in New York long?” Jonathan asked.

“Couple of years.”

Johnson nodded toward the room. “It’s work.”

Jonathan glanced around. “Seems steady.”

“It is.”

They stood there, the noise of the bar filling the space between them.

“You look well,” Johnson said finally.

“I’m all right.”

Another customer called for a drink. Johnson turned, poured it, took payment, came back.

“You staying in the city?” he asked.

“For a few days.”

Johnson gave a short nod. “I’m off at midnight.”

Jonathan met his eyes.

“I’ll be around,” he said.