Conversion - Part 1

Robbie Lester let out a low hum. He wanted to show his appreciation, his delight and his skill. And with Colonel Melanko's eyes closed, the only way to express all this was through sound. Robbie's mouth worked on the colonel's rigid penis methodically. He started by attacking the cockhead, bobbing his head as he coated the angry helmet with his saliva. He then proceeded to take on the whole penis - tempting it at first by brushing his lips on the veiny roll of flesh before wrapping the shaft tightly and sucking on it with all his might.

A part of him also wanted to show his superior officer what a good little cocksucker he was. He focused hard on his technique and made sure that when he dipped his head his lips and tongue grazed all the sensitive points on the older man's penis. His mouth freed the organ and the wet sound made the cock twitch. Robbie gave it one longing look before he tongued the piss slit and tasted the salty precum that leaked from the eye.

There was a knock at the door. The colonel's hand that was gently caressing Robbie's head tightened its gripped. Robbie felt the fingers dig into his scalp before the large hand forcefully pushed him off.

“Hang on!”

The colonel stood up. He tucked his cock back into his uniform and straightened it as he walked to the door.

“Get the fuck off the floor cadet,” hissed Melanko without looking at him.

Robbie struggled and stumbled a little before he successful stood up. There was a moment of blankness where he had no idea what to do next. He thought of standing casually, but when the door opened Robbie decided to stand in attention with his hands firmly pressed to his sides and looking straight ahead.

“Colonel, sir!”

“What is it lieutenant?”

“You wanted an update on our arrival at the rendezvous point sir.”

“Well? What's the ETA?”

“In an hour sir, at 0600 sir.”

“Very well, dismissed.”

Melanko walked back to his desk with his hands clasped behind him. He sat, turned on the table lamp and lit a cigarette. Robbie stood across from the desk not knowing what to say. The harsh light accentuated the lines on the colonel's face. Then Melanko sank into the darkness when he sat back in his chair. A warm red glow lit his face briefly when he took a deep drag of the cigarette.

“At ease kid, before you hurt yourself,” mumbled Melanko. Smoke quickly spread onto the colonel's desk and danced under the table lamp.

Robbie tried to but his body refused to relax.

“Well kid, we're gonna have a little change of scenery pretty soon.”

Robbie stayed silent.

“In an hour, we'll be on Starlight.”