My dad (retired Air Force enlisted) would die of a heart attack if he knew
Back in the 90s there was a large adult theatre down the road from an air force base. Over time I came to realise that extra-curricular activities would take place, with voyeurs there to watch couples, and men there to play with men. Having no moral qualms about anything that's harmless and feels good, I dove in like duck to water.
Of my numerous experiences, by far my favourite was with this guy who I figured to be air force enlisted from his military haircut. He wasn't tall, squared face, and massive arms, very masculine all the way through. The first time he sat in front of me was essentially like all first experiences with a man there, where he would use the corner of his eye to see if I was willing, and when I didn't stop what I was doing, he reached back first for my balls, and then took over.
At this point I become quite lost for words. This guy, first of all, must love to jack cock, because he kept going on me for hours, easily two if not more, just keeping me on the edge and in absolute utter ecstasy. I would be in my seat head back, eyes closed, jeans to my ankles, oblivious to who might be watching.
Then, usually about 11pm or so when he was ready to go, he'd turn more to face me, take me into his other (right) hand, massage my balls, and he wouldn't jack faster, it was just he would keep up that beautifully firm grip without slowing down at the edge, until the spasms would literally radiate outward through my whole body as it wracked with an orgasm of blinding intensity.
He must have done that for me eight or ten times, and I never saw him sit in front of another guy, it was always me. Maybe he liked my cock the first time he looked at it, and maybe he liked the response, but I promise you, that gorgeous 20-something built air force guy loved to jack cock.