FLY BOYS

Nanyuki was a beautiful place.The weather was just the right amount of heat,the flat plains of the air base along with scattered vegetation and trees was enough for Jordan.He marveled at the early morning sun as he got out of his Laikipia base home.He was the Warrant officer rank 1 at the base,he'd been in the air force since he left high school and because of his good grades the military sent him to university.Of course being a legacy,his father was amongst the highest commanding officers in the Kenyan military,meant that he got certain privileges,but he'd managed to build his own name,and now at 32 he was moving up the ranks faster.He felt empty.

His time at university was spent at an outstanding British military school,he trained with the soldiers there and made many friends,some he kept in touch with still and met whenever they came to the country to train.Some he lost to various combats and the Iraqi war.He trained as a fighter pilot he also majored in physics and dabbled with a bit of law.It was during his time at uni that he discovered his,well what he would refer to as his curse.

Men are always eager to prove their testosterone levels always trying to out do one another,be alpha male compare male genitalia with another.Male genitalia that he found highly interesting,very much so. His entry into uni,into England for him was a scary experience,he was,well he was green.He'd never been further than the military bases he stayed at as a child.His father,correction his very proud father had spent the first month with him getting him settled,constantly taking photos and making sure to say hello to everyone while clutching at his son during his introduction.It often went 'Hello nice to meet you this is my son' at times he'd mix it up with beloved,or smart or wonderful.You would think that this would make John happy but it only added on to the fear he already had to make his dad always wear that smile.

On his fist week alone his roommate,an Indian boy named Kuresh took him out for his first rave.Kuresh and him got along well Jordan was no stranger to Indians there were a lot of them in Kenya and he had a few friends who were Indian themselves and Kuresh on his part didn't ask him if his pet lion had a name as some white woman had asked.The nerve like he would even go near a lion,seriously if anyone else asked him how many wives he had,or if living in a hut was as fun as it looked he'd kill someone,but he digress.The rave was soothing he'd never seen before,all ages were present,drinks were aflowing,the girls dressed in very little so as to not allow for any imagination.The music, it was amazing The clash a popular rock band,were playing in the park were the rave was held.He was having a jolly good time,and before long he'd been singing along with his mates to some song that he didn't know the words to up until two seconds ago.He'd been talking with a man and in his drunk haze noted that he was quite handsome,you know for a white guy.Jordan was quite the looker himself his mother constantly filled him with self confidence and so did the many girlfriends he had.

The man who he learned later was named Martin,was telling him about his wishes to visit Africa,see were Jordan was born,and as he continued to talk Jordan noticed that the talk stared to board along the lines of how he would talk to girls.He just went along with it thinking,maybe he was just a little bit too drunk to actually think that. A very drunk girl in a bright yellow leotard stumbled into them spilling her lager on Jordan's shirt.Martin quickly swooped in offering to give him a new shirt as he did not live far.John agreed,next thing you know he's in a flat that resembled every bachelors life.Couch in the middle in front a tv and a bedroom with a single bed and ensuite.He barely had time to soak in his surroundings when Martins lips descended upon his.

His drunken haze told him that this kiss was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced and kissed back with earnest.He actually felt something stir within him usually it would take a lot of groping and touch him just to get him turned on with the girl.When he kissed girls their lips were soft pliant but with this kiss it was a fight to see whose knees got weak first,and his did and dominance was asserted by Martin.To be fair he was drunk but sobriety was slowly edging its way in and it hit him...MAN!Martin on his part bless him tried his hardest to distract him with peppered kissed along his jaw line bitting down,and Jordan let out a sound that to this day hell never admit to.That woke him up,'What are u doing am not you know a-a HOMO!'he tried to plead his case with Martin who was very busy divesting himself of his clothing 'I know neither am I,but I like you so..it will be our little secret'.And the night progressed filled with moans and high pitched squeals,not from Martin of course,and a final loud groans of satisfaction from both parties of the act.

When morning came,light became Jordan's enemy,followed closely by the sounds of moving cars from outside.His headache seemed to increase tenfold as he slowly got out of his groggy state.An finger alerted his senses as it moved slowly caressing along his spine.OH God wat did he do,memories were thrown at him of the rave,the music,the people,then finally Martin.He waited for the shame,revulsion,disgust that he should be feeling to start instead he felt nothing but a deeply satisfied sexual feeling and freedom. It was like all his worries about school,his dad,this new country they felt smaller.Sex with men was awesome he grinned as he turned to face his conqueror.Martin gave him an easy grin 'Hello there my little chocolate lover', 'Hi'.Now Jordan had a new question how was he going to get back to his dorm before Kuresh freaked out.He was just about to ask Martin where they were when a firm hand grabbed at his blessed morning wood.'I know you want to leave but first one last taste before you go' before Jordan could ask what he meant Martin was under the sheets and enveloping him whole with his mouth.The bliss was unquestionably pure,oh how Martins mouth moved on his dick was something he felt they should give awards for. The words amazing were adjectives used to describe a good bar of chocolate this was beyond that petty word amazing.Then as if to add insult to injury,in a good way,he felt the back of Martins throat and it was occupied further and further by his long pole,Jesus! No one had ever been able to do that and that was it for Jordan white light blinded his eyes as he thrust hard into Martin's throat grabbing onto his very soft hair,and it was over with a horse shout of something that should have sounded like martin but instead came out as'mrtlnf'.

Later that day Martin took him to a bus stop after changing and sent him on his merry way like a good gentle man would do,not before leaving a note in his pocket instructing him to read it only when he was at home.When he got to his dorm room Kuresh immediately grabbed him in for a hug telling him of his fears,and how sorry he was for leaving him alone at the party,and something about some guy harvesting peoples organs,Then he asked 'was she good' and he just smiled and nodded and went to his bed.Kuresh left saying something about sleep now that he was not worried any more and locked his door.

He never opened the note,he would save it for when he got home,his home. He left it hidden away with his porn collection,every guy has one you know, which he noted he might have to change,he caught sight of the long length mirror in his room and thought,as he looked at his 5'11 frame,his caramel skin and well toned abdomen,and noted the dull ache particularly in his behind,and a few visible red marks, 'have i always been gay or was that just build up?'

Authors note;uploading chapter two..the good,the bad and the ugly.