Honor Me With A Blowjob

For two summers in between college, I worked at the VL local headquarters, running their endless errands: out to procure office supplies, out to procure sports and recreation paraphernalia, and out for bar supplies. I come from a pretty liberal and pacifistic family, so I was surprised when I got the job, but they seemed friendly and generally disinterested in politics. Later I figured out why they thought I was useful.
The vets are mostly Vietnam era to the early Afghanistan deployment. Many are built strong and tough like the 50s something local commander, an ex-Marine.
One day, my girl Holly was just leaving from her lunch hour as I was packing away the latest procurement of bar supplies. The branch commander approached me and curtly spoke, “Kurt, we would like you to come and meet with us in the pool room down in the basement please.“
“Yes sir!” I thought I had done something wrong.
The pool room has dark paneling with bright lights and posters of khaki and camouflage clad grunts with dark hardware: helicopters, tanks, Humvees, and such. Even though most of the services were represented in the posters, it was very GI and enlisted men in tone, not at all higher officer material. There were three other vets in the room. This was a veterans’ setting so I knew it was inappropriate to ever stand at attention but I stood before the small Commanders’ station trying to pose a respectful posture. The Commander spoke again. “Now Kurt, you are a good kid who is diligent and good at his job. We all like you here. You seem to have a nice girlfriend which is none of our business, but we want your relationship here to become very much more personal and very much our business.“
The Commander saw the puzzled expression...