Happy To Be Of Service

I hate airports. The WiFi is awful, people stink, there are not enough places to sit, everything is overpriced and no one looks happy. My remedy is alcohol, because as we all know, there are very few things alcohol cannot fix, even if temporarily. So today, as I walk in to Departures I tell myself to think happy thoughts.

The soldier immediately comes to mind, and sends blood coursing to my nether regions covered in only sweatpants because who has the time for friction and sweating on a 12-hour flight. The soldier is the guy I met yesterday, yes, he is a real soldier and yes, I fucked him—no contradictions here. The soldier happened to me after I started stress drinking J&B at 10am because my country and I are currently in an abusive relationship and I needed a way to cope. Again, you see, nothing alcohol cannot fix. As a Vers who is really a Bottom I made a vow this year to connect with my inner Top and really give him room. I know he is there, but I often shut him out because I do not want to be that Top, we all love but know he is really hard and rough around the edges. I also keep him away because I have internalized that being effeminate equates to being a Bottom, that there is no room for Tops like me, who smile, laugh loudly and use full sentences.

So, in my attempt to rid myself of these ludicrous internalized conditions I changed my Grindr Status from Vers to Top: made the leap. Twenty Minutes later the soldier texts:

Hey, you cute, wanna meet up?

Hey, thanks, yes I do, you host?

Yes, where do you stay?

I am in ___ are you mobile? I am not (I know I know, a Top who doesn’t drive! But shut up we are breaking stereotypes here!)

Yes, I can pick you up in 5, u r close

Great see u soon

 This was the quickest back and forth ever and it was very straightforward. Here was a Bottom who was ready and knew what he wanted. So, he came and picked me up and drove me to his military base. And yes indeed, men in uniform are my favorite kind of men, I had to shut out my quivering ass and listen to my throbbing member. His room, was small, and the walls were now a deep cream/beige but many years ago I imagine were white. His Tv was small, and was playing Channel O but his character was bright but steady not loud. After closing the door behind him, he unzipped his pants and got on the bed, doggy style. And my oh my, there was the soldier, an actual Lieutenant bent over, hips and ass up in the air for my taking. So, I stepped up to the plate and called the Top gods, I was ready to do my small part and be of service. An hour thirty minutes later, sweat dripping all over, pillows on the ground and soldier on the verge of losing his voice, stood up and tapped out.

“No! Get that thing away from me” he says with a smile.

“I have not been fucked like this in forever”, he continues.

Ok, I say and pull him in for a cuddle.

“I wish you were not leaving tomorrow, that was fucking amazing.”

“Me too,” I lie.

I think of the soldier as I am bent over in the wheelchair accessible bathroom and think to myself what a terrible Top this guy heaving over me is. You see, not all Tops are good Tops, some Tops are Bottoms waiting to be discovered.