Reserve Major

MAJOR OF THE RESERVE

Yakov Georgievich received a summons to appear at the military commissariat on Friday afternoon. He informed the chief physician of the clinic where he worked as the lead surgeon and drove to the commissariat in his Lexus.

A young captain congratulated him on his promotion to the next rank – major of the reserve. He made the corresponding entry in the military ID and shook Yakov Georgievich's hand. The captain's face seemed familiar to him, but Yakov Georgievich couldn't remember where he might have seen him.

He left the commissariat building and went into a supermarket, where he bought a bottle of Dagestani cognac. It seemed appropriate to celebrate the new rank.

He approached his car,

parked near the commissariat, as the captain who had congratulated him twenty minutes earlier came out of the building.

Seeing that the captain didn't get into any car, Yakov Georgievich called out to him.

— Captain!" The man turned around. "Which way are you headed?

— Towards the Drama Theater district," replied the captain.

— Get in," offered Yakov Georgievich. "We're going the same way." The captain hesitated for a second but then boldly headed towards the car.

Already in the car, they introduced themselves.

— Yakov," Yakov Georgievich extended his hand.

— Alexander," the captain returned the handshake. "You can just call me Sasha.

Once they arrived in his neighborhood, it turned out they lived in adjacent buildings. The captain rented a one-room apartment in building No. 20, and Yakov Georgievich owned a three-room apartment in building No. 18.

— So that's why his face seemed familiar. Probably saw him in the store or on the street," thought Yakov Georgievich.

— Thank you, Yakov, for the ride," thanked the captain. "I hope you celebrate your new rank well.

Yakov thought for a moment, then suggested:

— Sasha, what if we celebrate together? How do you feel about that?

— Only thing is, I have problems at home: things aren't good with my wife. Can we do it at your place? Or do you have a wife too?" asked Yakov.

— I'm not married. Let's go to my place. There's no one home, I'm alone.

Yakov Georgievich parked the car in an empty spot and, once in the captain's apartment, called his wife and told her he was delayed at work. And while he was talking, Alexander was setting the coffee table in the room. It was hot in the apartment. Yakov took off his jacket, and the captain his tunic. After washing their hands, they sat down at the table and drank the first shot for Yakov's new rank, even if it was just reserve.

Then they drank to their acquaintance and switched to using the informal "you." After all, Yakov was only thirty, and the captain twenty-seven.

Alexander suggested going to the kitchen to smoke. The captain opened the window, and they both blew smoke out of it.

It was hot outside, even though the day was drawing to a close. The temperature in the apartment was the same, as there was no air conditioning. And even the wide-open windows didn't provide the desired coolness from drafts. Especially since our heroes were warmed up by the alcohol they had drunk.

— Yakov, do you mind if I undress?" asked Alexander. "It's just so hot.

— Sasha, you're in your own home. So you don't need my permission," replied Yakov. "By the way, I'll probably undress too. I hope we won't shock each other.

They quickly undressed and were left only in their underwear. The captain was wearing camouflage shorts, and Yakov thin briefs like swim trunks.

The bottle quickly emptied, and Alexander brought a bottle of Absolut from the refrigerator.

— Military commissariat officers live well," Yakov remarked jokingly, pointing at the bottle.

— A gift," said the captain. "With their salaries, you can barely make ends meet.

After a couple of shots of vodka, Alexander suggested taking a shower. Yakov agreed.

— You go first, Sasha," he said. "I'll smoke in the meantime.

The captain went to the bathroom, and Yakov went to smoke in the kitchen. He hadn't even finished his cigarette when Alexander came out of the bathroom. His hips were wrapped in a short towel, and droplets of water glistened on his body and in the hair on his head.

— Like being born again," he said. "I feel great. There's a clean towel hanging there for you.

Yakov nodded and went to take a shower, while Sasha lit a cigarette. After showering, Yakov decided not to stand out and also wrapped a towel around his hips. Both towels were short, and sitting in the armchairs, they could see what was between their legs, but it didn't embarrass them.

Moreover, when the bread ran out on the table, Sasha jumped up and wanted to rush to the kitchen, but the towel got caught on the armrest, came undone, and fell at his feet. He wanted to pick it up and wrap it around his hips again. But, after a moment's thought, he threw it on the back of the armchair and, saying "To hell with it," went to get the bread.

Soon he returned with a plate of sliced bread and asked Yakov if he minded that Sasha remained naked.

Truth be told, Yakov noted to himself that the captain's cock was "just right," beautiful, and his pubic area had short hair trimmed into a triangle pointing upwards. His testicles were also shaved. Alexander wasn't embarrassed by his nudity and seemed to feel perfectly at ease, as they say.

To somehow justify his behavior, he said he felt more comfortable naked than in clothes. Yakov replied that he understood him perfectly, that they, medical professionals, change clothes at work and wear very light clothing, while Alexander sits at his service in a uniform buttoned up to the top.

— If you want, in a show of solidarity, I can take off my towel too," said Yakov. "Just don't laugh, I shave my pubic area completely bare, otherwise during long operations it either itches or gets sweaty." And, lifting himself up, he pulled the towel off.

— Well, Yakov, your equipment is super!" said the captain.

Continuing to drink, they told each other about their work, the difficulties that often arise for each of them, and about some atypical cases that, in their opinion, only happened to them.

Going to the kitchen to smoke, Sasha put his arm around Yakov's waist, then lowered his hand to his buttocks. Yakov didn't pay attention at first, but when the captain's hand began to gently caress his buttocks, he moved away from Alexander.

— Sasha, what's the matter?" he asked, stepping aside a little.

— Nothing, Yakov. Is something wrong?

— I don't think I gave you any reason to think that about me," he said, while thinking to himself: "Of course, I allowed him to think that about me. I stripped in front of a stranger and am walking around his apartment like this.

— Yakov, I don't think anything bad about you at all. But isn't it pleasant for you?

— To be honest, it is pleasant. But it's not normal," declared Yakov.

— And what's not normal about it if two young men give each other pleasure? Surely you did this in your teenage years with some friend or acquaintance," Sasha argued.

— Indeed," thought Yakov, "I did do that in school with my friend Dimka. Though, we only masturbated and didn't see anything wrong with it.

His relationship with his wife was on the verge of divorce, and they hadn't had sex for three months. And with the young nurse he had started an affair, sex during shifts in his office didn't bring moral satisfaction.

— What if I try masturbating with Sasha? Get some pleasure and part ways, like ships passing in the night.

The captain probably read his thoughts. He came up from behind and hugged Yakov, pressing his crotch against him, and began caressing his nipples with his fingers. Then he turned Yakov to face him, squatted down, and began licking his cock, then took it in his mouth and started sucking.

It felt good to Yakov, and he quickly became aroused. Sasha skillfully gave a blowjob. Yakov remembered hearing somewhere that men do this much better than women, which he now confirmed. He felt the desire to cum, but he wanted to prolong the pleasure and tried to hold back. But, unfortunately, he couldn't last long, and he filled Sasha's mouth with his semen, which Sasha swallowed.

— So, Yasha, did you like it?" asked Sasha.

— Yes, of course," replied Yakov, embarrassed. "Thank you. That was wonderful." He felt awkward that he had cum, but the captain remained unsatisfied. "Let me jerk you off so you can cum.

— Oh, don't worry. I'll cum in due time," replied Sasha. "Come on, let's have another one.

In the room, Yakov felt more confident, as if he had left the place of his transgression. And his erection had subsided, and now his cock rested on his balls.

— Tell me, Sasha, forgive me for the question," the captain raised his hands as if to say it was okay. "How are things with women for you?

— You want to ask if my 'hobby' with guys interferes with loving women?" Yakov nodded. "I assure you, it absolutely doesn't. Moreover, I never pass up a chance to pick up a woman if the opportunity arises." Sasha paused for a few seconds and concluded: "Well, I was just born this way. What can you do?" Yakov made it clear with a look that he was quite satisfied with the answer.

After another smoke break in the kitchen, Sasha asked:

— So, shall we continue our closer acquaintance?

— What do you mean?" Yakov answered with a question.

— I'm hinting at anal sex," replied the captain. "My ass wants to try having your super-cock inside it.

— Sasha, you're pushing me further into the abyss.

— Come on, Yasha. In life, you have to try everything. And if you don't like it, we'll stop.

After drinking another shot of vodka, they moved to the bed and began caressing each other until fully aroused. Though, Yakov did it clumsily, as this was his first time being intimate with a man. He was also embarrassed by the kisses Sasha bestowed upon him, as Yakov had never kissed guys before.

But Sasha acted virtuosically, and Yakov became aroused within minutes. Sasha himself put a condom on Yakov's cock and applied lubricant to it, also lubricating his own anus.

Sasha lay on the edge of the bed, lifted and spread his legs. Yakov saw the dark ring of his anus and pressed the head of his cock against it. He grabbed Sasha by the ankles and pushed slightly with his cock. The anus didn't want to let the intruder in.

— Come on, Yasha, be bolder," the captain encouraged him.

Yakov pushed harder, and the anus began to open, accepting the head of the cock. He didn't ease the pressure until the entire shaft disappeared inside Sasha and Yakov's balls pressed against his partner's perineum. For the first time, he felt the tightness of a male ass and the heat of Sasha's cave.

He saw that Sasha bit his lip, probably feeling pain from the penetration of his monster.

— Sasha, how are you?" he asked quietly. "Does it hurt?

— Everything's fine, Yasha. It's just that I haven't had such a gift inside me for a long time. You can start.

Yakov began to slowly move his cock in Sasha's rectum, whose own cock gradually came to life and within a few minutes stood erect in all its glory.

His profession left its mark, and Yakov perfectly understood the whole mechanism of this phenomenon: the head of his cock was massaging Sasha's prostate gland, hence the erection effect.

— Yasha, dear! Faster and deeper, please!" Sasha rasped.

Yakov increased the pace and sharpness of his thrusts, driving his rod to its full length. Sasha began to moan with each of Yakov's thrusts, and this started to excite Yakov himself.

After a few minutes, Sasha cried out, and his cock began firing powerful volleys of pearly streams that landed on his face and chest.

— Don't stop!" he shouted.

Yakov continued to powerfully attack his ass, noticing that the semen from Sasha's cock was now flowing more slowly and in smaller amounts onto his stomach and pubic area. He realized he would soon finish and thrust sharply a few more times when he felt the onset of the brightest orgasm he had ever experienced.

It seemed he himself let out a bestial roar when his body began to expel seminal fluid. Stop, moment! You are beautiful...

They lay next to each other for a few minutes, resting in silence. Then they went to the bathroom and washed together under the shower. Back in the room, after drinking a shot of vodka, Sasha asked Yakov about his impressions of their union.

— To be honest, Sasha, I've never received such pleasure from any woman. Thank you, dear, for opening this wonderful facet of life to me." And he sincerely kissed the captain on the lips.

Dusk was gathering outside. Yakov began to get dressed, saying it was time to go home. Sasha remained naked, seeing Yakov to the door. They exchanged business cards and agreed to call each other.

Yakov didn't move his car and walked home. All evening he was under the impression of the meeting with Sasha and, of course, dreamed that their next date would happen as soon as possible...

In the morning, his wife looked into the room and Yakov woke up. They had been sleeping separately for three months, but she regularly prepared breakfasts and lunches.

— Should I bring you coffee, or will you get up yourself?" she asked.

— Thank you. I'll get up myself," replied Yakov. But he didn't want to get up, especially since he didn't want to show her the erection he had at the moment.

He remembered what he had dreamed about before waking up and smiled. He had dreamed of Sasha. Yakov got up, quickly put on a silk pajama, and slipped into the bathroom. After his hygiene routine, he went to the kitchen, where his wife handed him a cup of hot coffee.

He took a sip of the scalding drink, lit a cigarette, and called the clinic. He asked the doctor on duty about the patients' condition, as he wasn't planning to be at the clinic today: after all, it was Saturday.

— I went to the bakery. Why is your car parked near the next building?" asked his wife.

— I parked where I found a free spot," he replied.

Looking out the window, Yakov noticed there were plenty of parking spots and decided to move the car closer to the entrance. He finished his coffee, quickly got dressed