A Few Good Men 7: Sergeant Armando Contreras: Initiation II
Note: The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 6, is an accounting of my stint in the USMC. Another story, Nailed Part 1, precedes the series. It's in Nifty's Athletic section. They all contain sex between men. Duh. If don't want to read graphic details of sex between consenting adult men or if you're underage or if this is not allowed/illegal where you live, then don't read it. You've been warned.
I've had a few recurring questions about this series, so I'll try to clear up what most guys have asked about. As I said, the A Few Good Men series is largely true. Yah, so most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent and/or closeted. These stories are the best memories I have of being one of Uncle Sam's finest. They took place in the very early 80s when I was in the USMC. Back then we really didn't practice safe sex because it was the very beginning of the health crisis and safe sex with condoms didn't really come into play until like the mid 80s. I guess I'm lucky. I fucked around with lots of mostly military guys back then and, luckily, am still negative all these years later.
I hope you enjoy the series. There's lots more memories to write about. I just need the time to do it. I'd love to hear from you with your comments. Please don't copy any part of this. I reserve all rights to this and all the chapters in the A Few Good Men series.
I can only hope that I adequately described what transpired between Armando and me over the next several hours. It was far more than just hot sex. It was about two men so relaxed and free to give to one another. It was about cementing desired roles. It was about tough and tender, strong and sensual. I was only 20 at the time. Granted, I'd had far more experience at man-to-man love than your average 20- year old. I'll give you that. Hell, I'd been having gay sex since I was 14 or so. But that's not the point. That night with Armando in that fleabag Motel room, I felt things I'd never felt before. With him that night everything I felt was deeper and more intense. Even more so than when I was with Primer. I honestly didn't know that man-to-man sex could get as all consuming as what we experienced
From the moment we closed the door to our room behind us it was all about heavy duty man to man action. Pulling the blackout draperies closed, I was startled by him grabbing me from behind. With a great deal of strength he molded his body to my backside and held me tightly. He wasn't rough, yet let me know I was being handled by a man. His mouth was all over my neck making me buck my hard buns back into his hardening hombre. He knew that my neck was a major erogenous zone of mine and what working it would do to me. My Sergeant was a quick study. I like that in a man. He had me just where he wanted me. And so did I.
"You make me so hot for you!" he whispered as he chewed on my ear.
"Oh, Armando!" I cooed. "I need you so bad tonight"
"Oh, Baby, don't you worry. I'm gonna make love to you all night!" he rasped, tearing at my clothes.
"Oh, fuck! I wanna put out for you!" I wailed as he ripped my shirt up over my head. In a flash, he had shucked his as well. Seconds later we were back in an embrace, his hot, hard and hairy flesh rubbing against my smooth back.
"UH! Fuck-an-A, Sean! You make me glad that I'm a man" he proclaimed as he humped me from behind.
"And you are a man, Sir!"
"So are you, Country Boy, so are you!" he panted with broken breath. He was really getting hot and we still had nearly all of our clothes on. "Lie down here" he instructed, pushing me toward the bed. Just before I reached it he spun me around and I went down on my back. Over the next few minutes he proceeded to strip me. Beginning with my feet, he removed my shoes and socks. Reaching up to my waist, he popped the buttons on my 501s. Returning to my feet, he tugged at the pant legs of my jeans. I raised my ass slightly as the denim slid over my hips. All that was left was my white briefs, which were so soaked with precum that much of my hard cock was visible.
"So fucking beautiful!" he hoarsed, raping me with his eyes. He quickly skinned his jeans off and stood there with his bad boy sticking up straight in his boxers. He too was soaked with precum. The head of his hardness was clearly visible. I lay there looking up at my Sergeant. He was such a muscled marvel. Damn, but he got me hot! Wanting him so badly, I raised my arms in an invitation to take me for his own.
In one fluid motion Armando crawled on the bed and lay on me. Our mouths met. Our tongues dueled softly yet deliberately. Grinding our cotton-clad cocks together we took pleasure from one another. I clawed at his hard body as he wrapped his arms around me. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock we embraced as he muscled in between my legs. The heavy, coarse hairs of his legs rubbed against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs as he spread my legs with the strength of his own. It was clear what he was after and I was willing to surrender it to him. I knew that before the night was over he would be dominating me with his dick and I would be submitting to his masculine moves. It was something that just the thought of put me in the mood to take him inside of me. Grinding his heavy and hard tool against mine, he fought for friction. I knew his sensitive knob was sliding around inside of its protective sheath, so full of dick dew. Spreading my legs even further I pulled them up so that I might wrap them around him. It was my first act of submission and it inflamed his libido.
Suddenly, he jumped off of me with a start. Reaching down to my waist, he quickly pulled my briefs down. When he had them around my knees he paused to watch my throbbing tube. I was so hard that my cock was standing parallel to my body, pulsating to the rapid beat of my heart. When he continued to tug I lifted my legs and my briefs slid over my ankles and off. Grabbing my feet with his one hand, he held my legs up while leering at me with a lascivious smile. I shivered at the sight and my asshole flared. Slowly, he raised my white briefs, balled in his other hand, to his face. Without breaking eye contact he breathed deeply through them, inhaling my scent. My cock lurched and seconds later a huge surge of clear goo parted the super sensitive lips of my pisshole and flowed onto my flat belly.
"Oh, fuck, Sir!" was all I could say.
"God!" he wailed. "I can smell your balls and butt" he said, inhaling yet another time.
"Yah?" I choked.
"Oh, fuck yah! And they're so wet with your precum"
"You make me so wet, Sergeant!"
"Oh, Sean! How am I ever going to make love to you as much as I want to?" he asked, setting my briefs aside. His talk was making me so fucking horny for him. I reached down and pulled my asscheeks apart, exposing my manbud to him.
"One hot, wet, deep and glorious fuck at a time, Sir!" I proclaimed.
With that he pulled his own shorts off. His manmuscle stood up straight and proud at a 60-degree angle from his body. It was amazing to see such a large prick pulsate like that. The cap of his cock was barely covered by his ample foreskin. A puddle of his slick was beginning to flow down the underside of his appendage. His free hand reached down and he gently slid his fingers over my gaping pucker.
"You gonna let me inside there, Sean?" he whispered.
"All night long if that's what it takes, Sir!"
Gripping both of my ankles now with his callused hands, he slowly pulled my feet apart and brought them to his mouth. While staring me in the eyes, he suckled on the toes of one foot before moving on to the next. His tongue made magic over and between my toes, driving me crazy. As I thrashed my head from side to side on the bed, he slid his tongue to my instep on the incredibly sensitive sole of my foot. It was almost more than I could stand. Back and forth, over and over, he slurped and sucked his way across my foot, up my ankle and onto my calves. Pushing my legs back further toward my chest, the strong man exposed my butt and balls to his sight and the backs of my knees to his tongue. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It felt so good, almost too good. Being very, very ticklish it was all I could do to not surrender to the sensations by laughing.
But he didn't stop at the backs of my knees. Oh, no. Not even. Alternating from one leg to the other he lifted them higher and spread them further and further apart. When they were far in the air, he crawled back onto the bed. While he wormed his way with his tongue over my inner things, I could feel his leaking lance leaving slick trails of precum on me. When he'd reached my groin he pounced on top of me, grinding our naked knobs against one another. Damn, but that's a great feeling. Only two men hot with lust can understand the intense feeling of it. In no time Armando was showing no-mercy on my neck. As he did so, my legs automatically wrapped themselves around his. The more he worked my neck the harder I clawed at his furred buns, pulling him onto me.
The neck work took on a whole new dimension as my moans and groans got louder and louder. All the while the man was pumping his prick against mine, he kept his sucking mouth and turgid tongue busy. Up to my ears, down my neck to cross to the other side, around to the nape then down to my nipples, standing hard like pencil erasers. As he sucked on my tits, thousand of volts of electrical energy shot from them to my groin, exploding with nuclear fission in my prostate. Just when I thought getting my tits bitten and sucked was the zenith of sensation, my Sergeant moved lower. Lifting himself up on his arms he licked and sucked his way down my rippled belly. Still grinding his hard howitzer against my own, he spurted gobs of clear slick between the two of us, soaking our union. The belly worked began moving toward my ultra- ticklish sides. Knowing where Armando was going, I fought off the instinctive urge to push him off of me.
I know he felt me tense up. Holding on to me tighter he continued his assault as he moved onto my sides. I couldn't stand it anymore. I began bucking up, trying to force him off of me. He was just too strong for me. It was pure agony, yet my cock had never been harder. It felt like it was about to break. Thrashing about on the bed, helpless under his bulk and weight, I called out for mercy.
"NO MORE!" I begged.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm" and the vibration of it against my skin was his only answer.
"NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE" I pleaded. Still no let up.
"ARMANDO--------PLEASE------STOP! I CAN'T HANDLE ANYMORE!"
"Relax, Baby. I'm not going to hurt you" he soothed.
"OH, FUCK! PLEASE STOP! NO MORE!" I yelled. It was if he never heard me. Instead he just increased the intensity as he wrapped his hand around my rigid rod. As he slid his hand up and down my shaft the whole world changed. Suddenly all the ticklish sensations changed to that of carnal lust of the same intensity. My cock surged. I thought I would cum. Armando knew exactly what he was doing.
"OH--------CUM------NO!" I panted, seriously on the verge of jetting jizz. Unwrapped his hand from my steely shaft, he moved it lower where he took my sagging scrotum in his palm. Rolling my `nads around in his hand, he allowed his fingers to graze over my pulsating pucker, all the while working my sides heavy duty. The sensation changed from one of imminent orgasm to infinite pleasure. Suddenly I wanted to be impaled. As his digits danced across my tight opening, my asslips gaped open and sucked on them. Reflexively, I pushed down with my butt muscles and opened my being to the probings of the man. Respecting the fact that I was dry, he slid his fingers and hand over my gaping gash, leaving me wishing for penetration.
His mouth moved lower still from the sides of my abdomen. Like a consummate tease, he licked all around my groin, not quite touching my bad boy or balls with anything but his hot breath. Swirling around and around my pubic hair, his tongue closed in on my privates, driving me out of my skull. I wanted him to suck me deep into his throat where I could bathe his tonsils in hot cock snot. But Armando took his time bringing me further and further towards the end of my rope. I watched in awe as his darting digit slid up and down my shaft not quite reaching my circumcision scar. All the while he rolled my manrocks around in their loose sac. By the time I finally felt the warmth of his mouth on my super sensitive knob, he could have done anything to me. I would have done anything he wanted me to at that point.
How can I described the sensation of your ultimate dream man's hot and wet mouth going down on your pulsating pud? It's indescribable. My Sergeant spent the next several minutes unselfishly worshiping my weenie. It was clear that he was an accomplished cocksucker. Being just 20, I was dangerously close to drowning him with my spunk in what seemed like seconds flat. Undeterred by that, Armando periodically backed off from the action to give me time to cool down. When it became apparent that I was too hot to fellate any longer, he moved on to my balls. Sucking both of them into his hot and wet mouth, he once again fingered my fuckhole.
Spitting out my rocks, his tongue snaked under them and zeroed in on my most sensitive spot. Holding my legs up and apart, he slowly swirled closer and closer until that big fucking USMC Sergeant Stud licked across my gaping gash with his hungry tongue. Probing as deep as he could inside of me, he tongue fucked me with vigor, making my sphincter into mush early on. I lay there, holding my legs up while my butch Sergeant ate my ass. Not contented with the angle of penetration that position afforded him, the horny hombre flipped me over onto my belly where he continued to feast on my fanny. For 10 or 15 minutes the man probed and prodded until my asslips were a swollen mass of nerve endings. It wasn't until his jaw tired did he come up for air.
When he did, he slid the full length of him onto my back. Settling his slippery sword in my asscrack, he started biting gently on the nape of my neck. Inside of a couple of minutes later, he had worked me into a bucking bronco as he bit hard on my neck. I moved my hole around on his manhood, loving the feel of my gaping asslips slipping along its slick length.
"You really want it, huh?" he rasped in my ear.
"Gotta have it, Sarge!" I begged, barely able to control myself.
"We're gonna bury that bone tonight, aren't we?" he continued.
"Tonight and every night" I choked.
"That's right. `Cause that's what we do, huh?" he cooed. "You put out and I fuck your brains out, right?"
"Yah!"
"You like to submit to me, don't you?"
"OH, GOD, YAH!" I wailed.
"You're my little butt boy, aren't you?"
"I'm your hole, Sir!" I replied enthusiastically. His filth talk was really getting to me.
"FUCK!" he spat. "You've got me so hot to fuck you!"
"Do me, Sir!"
"Do you what?"
"Do me deep"
"Yah?"
"Yah. Dick me hard"
"Oh, fuck yah!"
"Tame me, Sarge!" I begged, bucking him nearly off of me. With that, he rolled off of me and retrieved the small bottle of lube from the nightstand. It had a rounded top that you opened by pulling it up. The Sergeant popped it open, squeezed a little out to coat the top and then slid it past the gaping gate of my gash. I pushed my hole back on it as I felt the cool goop being squeezed inside of me. When he removed the bottle, I felt empty. My butthole clamped shut tightly, squeezing slick stuff both deeper inside of me and out and over my swollen asslips.
"Turn over, Sean" he commanded. As he pulled my legs up and apart he explained, "I want to see your face while I put it to you!" He rubbed his fingers over my white-hot pucker.
"FUCK ME, SIR!" I begged in my best boot voice.
He never answered me. He merely moved into place between my legs. I watched him peel back his skin, releasing the angry purple knob. Like a man on a mission, he slid his cock just inside of me with a hint of discomfort. I was so hot, so horny and so open that the hunky Sergeant's 9 incher just wormed it's way into the dark and deep recesses of my depths without a hitch. Until he reached about 7 inches. That's when the business end of his bone bumped up against that second sphincter deep inside of me. The Sergeant slowed down when he saw my toes curl and me grimace slightly.
"It's ok, Baby!" he cooed softly, withdrawing slightly. Then, as he pushed back gently he said, "Let me in, Sean" as he ground his bulb against my inner muscle.
"AHHHHHHH!" I cried out with pleasure.
"That's it" he encouraged as he kept up the pressure. I could feel myself giving way to his moves. There was never any question between us that he would get through.
"YAHHHHH!" I groaned from my throat as his knob popped through.
"OH, FUCK!" he hissed as he pushed his trigger ridge through the tight ring. The sensation made his eyes roll back in his head. At the same time the slight pain I felt as my man's mauler tore through my inner ring was replaced by the euphoria his Billy club caused when it danced in that pit of ultra pleasure on the other side. I'd had my inner sphincter breached more than a few times before then, but never had it happened so close to the initial penetration of a fuck. We weren't a minute into our union before he had climbed into the inner most regions of my soul.
"UNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH!" was the sound that came out of me in the form of gurgling. Armando began fucking his sword in and out of my swollen sheath. I clung to him with white knuckles, urging him to do me deep. As he picked up speed, I pushed my hole down on his Rican rod, opening myself more and more. That first two minutes of our fuck found the two of us moving around to find the perfect position with the maximum penetration. Not by choice or not by design. Just as a matter of course. When Armando pushed a couple of pillows under my ass he was able to drive into me like he'd been born to.
I tore furiously at the fur on his butt as he balled me with the full length of his manhood. As his chorizo slid into my depths, it raked across the hard walnut inside of me, making me shiver with ecstasy. Deeper and deeper he moved his devil dog into my butt, scraping his swollen knob against the fleshy walls of my mancunt.
"Oh, God yes!" I screamed as he brutalized my butthole.
"Ay, Hombre!" he proclaimed as he kissed me hard. The scent and taste of my butt was intoxicating. I pushed even more flesh down onto his jackhammer, allowing him to crawl in yet even deeper.
"Oh, Sarge! Don't ever stop fucking me!"
"Gonna fuck you so deep!" he proclaimed as he slammed his pubic bone against my hole.
"Yah-------deep-------"was all I could mutter. He was sawing his spear into my fucktunnel with amazing strength at that point. He was fucking me so hard it was difficult to talk.
"Gonna fuck you all the way in your guts, Gyrene!"
"Ball me!"
The sound of our fuck was awesome. My slutty slash was slurping with wetness as he moved in and out of it. The animal like sounds he was fucking out of me were none like I'd ever heard before. The constant pressure on my joy gland elicited long and deep moans. Each time he'd bottom out in my butt I'd groan and gurgle like a man being strangled. All of this only seemed to spur Armando on. Faster and faster he fucked into me, slamming his nards into my butt as he slammed against mine. Because that began to hurt a bit, I reached down and pulled them into the protective cover of my palm. That only served to pull my asslips further apart giving my man even more slippery flesh in which to pleasure himself.
"Gimme that hole, Mijo!" he begged. I sacrificed more of my slash to him and took it like a man. It was a balls-to-the-wall race to see who was going to get whom off first. The longer the man fucked me the closer he was to fucking me off with his burgeoning bat. The rapid movement of his gigantor against my manclit was moving me closer and closer to a mind-blowing spew. I didn't dare touch my own steel shank. It was smack dab up against my ripped belly, exposing the sensitive underside to the moves of my man. Yep, from that moment on he was my man. I was bound and determined that I was never going to let him go. In just a short period of time he'd moved from buttfuck 101 to a Master's degree in powerfuck. I'd been hosed by a host of hombres in my day, but never as completely as Contreras was doing me at that time.
I called out unintelligibly and I didn't even care. I couldn't. I was getting fucked so fabulously that nothing made any sense. Armando had incredible staying power. I had no idea how long he'd been at my butt, yet I'd been dicked enough that I knew he'd long surpassed the stamina of the average man. The elastic flesh of my sac gathered my stones and headed for higher ground as Armando plowed me closer toward rocketing off.
"Fucking hosin' you deep, little man" he panted.
"You're gonna fuck me off, `Mando!" I confessed.
"YAH!" he shouted. "Gonna bone you off, Baby!"
"Ahhhhh! Yahhhhh!" I gurgled as his sword tore into me like a hot knife into butter.
"That's it! Just lay there and let me work your grunt gland!" he sputtered as he slowed down and rubbed his bulbous knob against my button.
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" I screamed. Holding his butt by its hair, I pulled him deeper and deeper inside of me.
"Take it like the man you are, Sean!" he spat as he packed me full of Puerto Rican prick.
"Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, Sir! I'm gonna get it!" I purred as my balls snapped inside of me. My legs began to shake. I held on tight to my Sergeant as my head spun from hyperventilation.
"Ah, fuck! Gonna make my man cream!" he proudly pronounced.
"DICK----ME----DEEP!" I pleaded as all hell broke loose. Just as he ran his rambo all the way in my rectum I let loose. My hole alternated from big and loose to vise-grip tight as the spasms of my ejaculation took over. Ball beer blasted everywhere as I gave my entire being to my Sergeant. The moment wasn't lost on him either.
"UHHHHH! Your ass is sucking my cock!" he whined like a man about to give it up. I could tell it took him by surprise. My whorish hole worshiped his manmeat as the cobra head swelled up. Sarge began fucking in and out in his quest for his nut, prolonging the intensity of my own.
"FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE, SIRRRRRRRRR!" I belted as I jetted the last of my jizz.
"Gonna fill your guts with my leche, Gyrene!" he slobbered.
"Cream me, `Mando!"
"AY, MIJO!" he blubbered as he froze. That 9 inch Anaconda of his swelled up half again as big around before he seeded me. Even though I had just cum, my cock surged and my ass gripped his pulsating prick when I felt that awesome warm sensation of a man planting his pud pudding. He bred me with shot after shot of ball beer, making me the luckiest Grunt in the world.
There was no cool down for us that night. What had started to be all about two hot and hard men fucking had turned into a ball busting love making session that left us both speechless. Despite the fact that we'd just gotten our rocks off, we couldn't take our hands off of each other. Mando was mine. And just as he did time and again after that night, he didn't pull out of me. He was so into buttsex that he couldn't bear to. He loved the sensation of his proud prod being surrounded by the hot and wet flesh of the man he'd tamed. Turning us around, he positioned me half on my stomach while he was laying half on my back with his manhood planted deep in my battered butt. We'd crossed the line and both of us knew it. There could be no going back. We'd given too much of ourselves to one another to backtrack now. I knew then that Sergeant Armando Contreras was my man for life. And I came to know later that he felt the same.
Much later, I again awoke to the moves of the man I called Sir. Slowly and deliberately, Mando took me from behind. Pushing his howitzer inside, he wrenched it around, mining all the lube and cum and butt slime left over from our first fuck. I think I've told you before just how much I have come to crave and love second and third fucks. This night was no exception. I can't explain how I felt when the man that had powerfucked me into oblivion earlier purposefully and gently worked my hole with his hummer until I was begging and screaming to be fucked like the man that I am.
When I did beg him, he gave me exactly what I needed and wanted. 9 amazing inches of mancock, jammed so deep in my being that I thought he'd shoot through my throat. That part of the fuck was all about him. He rooted for friction deep in my bowels, seemingly thinking only of himself. Laying directly on my back he chewed hard on my neck and creating an awesome buzz in my wanton whorehole. He pounded me so hard at first that I lost my hard on. I didn't even care. He fucked me so completely and for so long that it was that same heavy-duty action that caused my hardon to roar back. I realized that Mando was getting ready to give it up once again. For a quick moment I wondered if I'd get off at all. I needn't have even given it a though. For just before he locked and loaded, he reached under me and wrapped his lube coated and callused hands around my maleness. My ass was backed up onto him to receive every fucking inch he could spare me. His pumping action was so hard that he was fucking me into the mattress, sending my inflamed and engorged skin sword into the roughened yet slippery sheath of his palms. I was getting fucked in the ass by a hot fucking man who was in turn causing me to fuck his own hands.
I think the minute his man hands wrapped around me, my hole clamped down tight. That did in a man who was really only seconds away from breeding his manbitch one more time. That big, strong man of mine was only good for another few strokes before he unloaded in me. Once again, that incredible sensation of heat spread through my depths as my hole sucked his spooge out of him. To a bottom there is nothing like being hosed full of hump honey. Like a trooper, he continued to fuck me until I too gave it up. There I was, a 20 year old, hard bodied, blond and blue Jarhead flat on my stomach. I had a man's hard chorizo pounding my hard bubble butt so hard that it was causing me to fuck his wet and slippery fist wrapped around my 7 inch, closely clipped cock. All the while he was getting off on the fact that he'd just jetted his second load into me for the night. All of that raced through my mind, down through my gut, bounced around in my balls and ignited in my prostate. I saw stars that night as I soaked the sheets below with my scrotum sauce.
Like a rag doll, I collapsed limply on the bed. After a few minutes of cool down, Mando took the initiative for clean up. Dragging himself out of bed, he returned a few minutes later with a towel, damp with hot water. Paying special attention to me, he cleaned me up. I'm sure I was sound-asleep before he came back to bed.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I could see the sunlight streaming around the top of the blackout draperies. When I looked at the clock I was quite surprised to see that it was 09:30 hours already. Shit, I hadn't slept that late since I'd been in the Corps! I knew that if we were going to make the pre-parade party we'd been invited to we'd have to make tracks. Mando was, of course, wrapped around my backside holding me tight against him. The room smelled of men. It was that wonderful and pure male scent of pits and butts and balls and cocks. As much as I hated to do it, I slid out of bed and headed for the shower. When I finished my morning routine Contreras was up and slipped into the shower as soon as I was out.
I dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a body shirt that molded itself to my chest. At the last minute I decided to free ball---not wear any underwear. Mando had no idea of course, not until later. While we were hanging out at the pre-parade party we were sitting on the patio facing each other. I leaned back in my chair with my legs apart and gave him a good look up my leg at my goods. He was instantly attentive. Slipping closer to me, he slid his hand up the leg of my shorts and fondled my balls and cock. Of course, I was hard in an instant. We played pocket pool for a few minutes before cooling our jets before things got out of hand. The rest of the day however, my Sergeant took every opportunity to reach down my pants for a feel.
The day was picture perfect. The weather couldn't have been better. There were thousands and thousands of hot men to look at. And Armando was at my side all day. He couldn't keep his hands off me. Actually, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Who could ask for more? The Gay Pride parade was a total trip to this Texas Country Boy. It amused my Sergeant as well. After the parade there was a big festival that everybody headed for. It was a crash course in gay life. It showed us that there were gay people of every size, shape and race. The day seemed to race by. We made friends with the guys whose party we'd gone to in the morning and hung out with them all day. Finally, we had to head back to CamPen for Monday morning duty.
The sun, the fun and the beer all combined had mellowed me out. And the fact that it'd been about 15 hours since my Sergeant had boned me made me horny. He was horny too. Playing with one another all the way down the 405 freeway, we were two randy men. I was in a mood that night. A mood to get fucked and I knew just the man who could do the job. Only another bottom out there can understand what I'm talking about. You know how it is. You're horny. You're butt is itching. It's relaxed. It's ready. And you just know that you can take anything. That's the mood I was in. Mando had been feeling me up practically since we'd gotten in the car. Several times I'd given into temptation and buried his bone in my throat. That was hot. Giving my Sergeant head while we're tearing down the freeway. Anyway, the action really got me going. I just had to have some more of him.
Maneuvering myself around, I placed my leg so that he could get a good view of my balls hanging out of my shorts. He'd been pretty sheepish at first when he'd discovered that I wasn't wearing any underwear that morning. But he sure as hell thought it was a good idea at that moment. Mando went for the bait. In no time he'd slicked his finger up with spit and was working it into my depths. It wasn't very long before he was buried to the web of his hand.
"Damn, Mijo!" he cooed trying to keep his eyes on the road. "It's so fucking warm inside of that butt!"
"Oh, Mando!" I whispered. "Yah, work that hole!"
"Fuck, Stud! I'm gonna have to put it to you again"
"Oh, Sir, I need it!"
"You sure as hell do!" he retorted, sliding another finger in along side his first. I winced a bit, but he was able to worm it in just fine. When he'd done so, his eyes got big. "Goddamn, Son, you're just sucking my fingers in, aren't you?"
"Fuck me, Sarge!"
"Oh, Baby, I'm never gonna make it all the way home. I gotta get me some of that ass" he rasped.
"Aren't the guys home?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"If they aren't, they will be soon"
"Fuck, Sarge, what're we gonna do" I moaned as he probed deeply with his digits.
"I don't know" he shrugged.
"I gotta have it, Sir!"
"And I gotta give it to you soon!" he hoarsed. While continuing to finger bang me like no tomorrow, he never took his eyes off the road. I opened my butt and let him bang me sloppy. I don't know how long we were at it, but I'm sure a trucker or two might have gotten a good show.
We were speeding down I-5 through southern Orange County when he seemed to suddenly have an idea. He took the San Onofre exit and headed south along the freeway. Just past the Nuclear power station is a long parking lot. Contreras guided the little truck past the last beach goers, past some campers and into the southernmost reaches of the parking lot. He parked where we were alone.
I was turned sideways to him and had my butt and both feet up on the seat, giving him perfect access up my pant leg. He shut the engine off and turned to face me. With his fingers still diddling my butthole, he leaned over and planted a wet one on my mouth. It wasn't just a normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill kiss either. It was a man's kiss. Open mouth. Lips crushing against one another. Tongues dueling. Bites on the lips. Half laying on me, he continued to work my innards.
Tearing at his shirt, I pulled it across his belly, up over his hard and protruding pecs. He stopped his oral assault only long enough for me to raise his shirt over his head and throw it on the dashboard. Wedged up against the seat and the steering wheel, he hesitated for a moment, giving me an eyeful. There, in all his fur covered glory he was. My hot fucking Sergeant man. Stripped to the waist. In a flash he came at me again open-mouthed. We were ravenous for one another. It was clear at that point that we were going to tear one another up, parking lot be damned. Nothing was going to stop us. We were going to mate.
Contreras pulled at my shorts and had them around my ankles and off before I even knew what he was doing. Next came my shirt. Then he slowly slid his fingers back inside my slippery mansnatch. While suckling on my aroused nipples, he methodically pushed and pulled his digits in and out of me, causing me to gape open a little more each time. He swooped down and sucked my sword in his hot mouth in one movement. I was buried to the balls in one wet cavern while my own wet cavern sucked tight against my man's moves. Fuck, his head was sweet. Holding him by his high and tight, I felt like skull fucking him until I seeded his throat. But the night was young. I had no idea how heavy duty we were going to get but I did know that I was going to get fucked. The Sergeant slurped dutifully on my bone all the while he kept up the prefuck action in my butt. Just as suddenly as he'd gone down on me, he stopped.
"Get your ass in the back!" he barked as he unfastened the rear window latch. Sliding it open he motioned for me to crawl through into the back. I gathered my senses and started to move, but as I attempted to sit up he never pulled his fingers out of my slash.
"Oh, fuck, Sarge!" I brayed as the movement caused my swollen prostate to squeeze against his knuckles.
"Yah, Lance Corporal?"
"What're doing to me?"
"I'm finger bangin' my man, Stud" he whispered as he slid his fingers along my joy nut.
"Ahhhhhh!" I moaned.
"Like that shit, huh?" he grinned.
"Do me, Sir"
"Do you what?" he teased as he dug at that magic knob inside of me. As he did so, my hole flared open allowing him to slide yet another finger in alongside the other two.
"Do me deep, Daddy" I begged in a hoarse whisper.
"Oh, yah. Daddy's gonna do you deep all right" he soothed as he gently removed his digits. "Crawl in back for your Daddy" he commanded.
With an empty butt I quickly moved through the window and onto the mattress in the bed of the truck. I barely had enough time to roll onto my back before the larger man moved through the window on top of me. He'd shucked his shoes, but he still had his shorts on. Because the shell ceiling was so low, we were constantly in a prone position. With barely enough room to move, he struggled with them until he got them down over his hips to his ankles and off. All the shuffling and pulling had only served to move us together so that when he was naked all he had to do was relax and lay down on me.
All at once we moved together. Our mouths connected. Our chests and bellies rubbed together. Arms wrapped around one another. Two hard man cocks throbbed together. I felt his heavy scrotum, heavy with manseed, lay across mine. With the force of a man, he pushed my legs apart with his knees, allowing him to grind his manhood against mine with more force. While his tongue danced in my mouth and his cock dueled with mine, I rubbed the inside of my thighs against his hairy legs. With a force only two rutting men can know we moved together for maximum skin to skin contact. The man moved constantly on me, making me pull him close for more. His dry humping was beginning to be very wet. The hood on the man's meat was pulled back and copious amounts of precum were flowing all over us.
I just wanted to be taken on the spot. Lifting my legs, I exposed more and more of the sensitive skin between my legs. I was surrendering to the aggressive moves of my Sergeant Stud. And he took every advantage of that. Inside of a few minutes I had my legs as far apart as they could go and they were drawn back against my sides. Mando had full access to that which he wanted most. And what I wanted to give him most. Still sucking face, the skilled lover moved deftly between my legs and slid his slippery shaft up and down the length of my asscrack. Needless to say, my pucker was distended and sucking at his Rican rod. Sarge's breathing got harder and harder. I don't know if it was the action or the environment or perhaps both, but he was like a wild man. It was a no-brainer that if a cop were to come patrolling the lot we'd be in deep shit. Though it was dark, we had no covers over the windows of the shell and nowhere to hide if somebody came knocking. But we were two young Jarheads with more spunk in our balls than sense in our heads.
The man terrorized my body something fierce. He tore at my neck like a sex-starved vampire. He licked and bit with force and I hoped that it was all on this side of a hickey. Shit, I didn't even care. If my Sergeant would have fucked me all night long like that he could have sent me back to CamPen with a body full of visible hickeys for all I cared. I tore at his skin as he worked my neck. Clawing at his back and hairy butt, I pulled him around on me, making sure his cock slid over all the right places. That stoked his fire. The powerful man sucked down my neck and onto my hard nipples where he gave new meaning to tit play. He damn near had me shooting my spooge the way he worked my tits. Just when I thought I couldn't stand the heavy-duty work over on my chest, Sarge slurped his way across my rippled belly and devoured my sides, just above the waist.
"Oh, God, Sarge! NO!" I yelled, thrashing about. But he was determined. The stronger man held me down and had his way with my sides and abs. I cried out and begged for mercy but it all fell on deaf ears. It was futile to try to push him off of me, but I instinctively tried none-the-less. A nano-second after I could no longer stand it, he suddenly changed courses and gobbled down my pounding prick. In an instant he'd sucked the entire length of me. My buzzing cock head was surrounded by the hottest and sweetest throat muscles a man could own. Swallowing time after time, he milked my mule for all it was worth. Concurrent with that he slid first one then another finger inside of me. Like a master he stroked my crazy nut and sucked my cock at the same time. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I pushed my ass out onto his fingers, sliding my swollen asslips down onto the web of his fingers. He was in knuckles deep and I was in outer space.
Just about the time I thought I was going to blow, the intuitive manlover slurped his way from my bone to my butt. In one long and smooth move, he zeroed in on the ass he knew he owned. As his tongue slid across my balls, I relaxed my sphincter, allowing him to pull his fingers out. My horny hole gaped open and empty, but not for long. Just seconds later, Mando closed in on my butt with an open mouth. Parting my asslips with his tongue, he tongued them lovingly until the spread wider and invited him into my depths. I distinctly remember the way he tasted the super sensitive flesh just inside of my sphincter. That flesh that rarely feels the touch of a man's mouth because it's usually drawn very tight. Mando pushed my ass in the air and I raised my legs even higher. The next thing I knew I felt the ceiling of the shell. Just at my toes was a cross support. Pushing against it gave me awesome leverage to move my slut-slash over the lips and tongue of my Latin lover. The man shamelessly feasted on my innards as I surrendered more and more of my entrails to him.
The sounds of a man on a mission filled the cab. Mando ate my ass like a starving man, filling me with slippery saliva all the while. My rock hard Billy club pulsated against my abs, leaking a constant stream of prefuck slick the whole time. I reached down and pulled my hole apart, giving my Sergeant full access to my guts. Sucking and chewing, he moved us up onto yet another level of man to man sex.
"Oh, M-A-N-D-O !" I groaned.
"Fuckin' eatin' your hole, baby" he blurted out while munching.
"Get in there deep, Sir!"
"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" The sound reverberated through the core of my being.
"I want you, Sarge! I want you inside of me!" And I did. Big time badly.
"Oh, fuck yah!" he panted. That's all he needed to hear. He lifted his face from my butt, replaced it with his burgeoning bone and slipped effortlessly into the sweetest hole he'll ever know. Pushing down hard with my internal muscles, I was able to relax enough to let my man probe inside of me, never stopping until he mashed his short curlies and his sagging balls against my asslips. In doing so, he'd pushed right through that second sphincter with his knurled knob. There really hadn't been any pain, just a bit of pressure. The sensation was one of intense pleasure. In one long and slow plunge my man was buried balls-deep inside of me and it made my toes curl.
"Ay, Mijo!" he groaned.
"OH, GOD, MANDO!" I cried out desperately. Again, only you confirmed bottoms out there in the world can possibly understand what I felt at that moment. My Sergeant began moving inside of me and it took my breath away. And when I stopped breathing another inch or so of my fucktunnel distended down on my lover's sword. I was his sheath. And he was my weapon. And we were one.
Masterfully, the Hispanic hunk started his fuck for the friction he needed so badly. Millions of sensitive nerve endings in my mancunt were stimulated by his flared knob where still more millions of nerve endings were stimulated. Both of us moved with the fuck. He, plunging down into my deepest recesses. I, pushing my love hole up onto his spear, goring myself in return. What started out as a slow fuck quickly progressed to the point where he was sawing into me with amazing regularity. From my position with my feet on the ceiling of the shell, I was able to move my hole around on his rutting rod, reaping nothing but pure pleasure in return. It drove me wild. Grabbing onto the fur covering his hard buns, I pulled the hung and virile Stud in and out of me.
In the back of that mini-truck my lover showed me just how intense mansex could be. Sure, I'd been righteously fucked before that, but this was different. It was raw. It was real. It was certainly all- male. But it wasn't fucking. It was more than that. He wasn't fucking me. We were giving to and taking from one another alternately and concurrently. I guess you'd call it making love. We mated that night and long before it was over we both knew that we'd found a soul brother.
With amazing stamina, Armando did me deep and wide. Laying on me, he penetrated to maximum depth while he slobbered all over my mouth. The musky scent of my ass on his mouth added to the pleasure. The man's furry belly was coated with a slick layer of my precum. Faster and faster he jack hammered into me, sprinting towards the finish line. Long and hard strokes from deep inside that pleasure pit past my second sphincter to completely out of my guts, the man fucked into me with furious force. Suddenly, the ball crushing force of his dangerous Devil dog bottoming out in me then raking over my inflamed joy button and his furred abs rubbing against the super sensitized trigger ridge of my own meat got to me. In no time I was locked and loaded. My balls had snapped up so tight against my shaft that I could no longer feel them.
"Fuck him!" I screamed, referring to myself. "Fuck him harder, Mando! FUCK HIM OFF!"
"Goddamn, Baby, you're gonna get me off for sure!" he panted.
"Get your nut, Fuckstud!" I begged, clawing at his rump.
"MIJO!" he blurted. "I'm gonna fuckin' blow my load!" he said just before I blew myself.
"AHHHHHHHH! DADDY DICK!" I yelled as rockets of rod sauce ricocheted between our bellies. I could feel my ring of muscle clamp down ultra tight on his probing prick as I blew my balls off.
"Fuckin' gonna cum, Baby!" he panted.
"OH, YAH! SHOOT YOUR SAUCE, SIR!" I pleaded as my powerful orgasm wracked through me.
"Goddamn, Gyrene!" he wailed. "Fuckin' seedin' you RIGHT NOW! AHHHHHHHHH!" I felt that familiar heat of a man's load being shot into my butt. Right there in front of God and everybody, my lover and I shared our most powerful orgasms yet.
Sergeant Contreras just could not stop humping me. Despite the fact that he'd shot me full of every drop of sap he had, he just couldn't stop the short jabs that make a perfect cum just fucking amazing. With tremendous agility, he spun me around on his still hard bone so that he could lay on my back and remain buried in my butt. God, that felt good. There's nothing like being freshly fucked, full of fuck snot and a man's proud prick buried inside of you. For the next several minutes we continue to take pleasure from one another until, eventually, our senses got the better of us. Still pretty hard, Armando slowly pulled out of me.
"Whewie! You are fucking amazing, Sean!"
"Me?"
"Fuck an-A right, Stud" he continued. "How the fuck can you take that?"
"Cause it's you giving it to me"
"No really, man"
"I'm serious" I explained. "You are the reason I put out"
"Hard to believe" he said skeptically.
"Sir, I live to be bred by you"
"Don't talk like that, Stud" he cooed, wrapping me in his arms.
"Why not? It's true"
"It's just hard for me to believe that you actually want to take it in the ass from me"
"Why is that so hard to believe"
"'Cause getting fucked in the ass hurts, man!" he chuckled.
"Do I sound like I'm hurtin'?"
"No, not really. In fact you make sounds that say you're totally into it"
"I am, Sarge"
"And those sounds fuckin' turn me on!"
"Then don't worry about me"
"Ok"
"And Sarge?"
"Yah?"
"That ass is yours"
"Yah?"
"All yours" I explained. "So don't ever stop fucking me"
"Ay, Mijo! As long as you need it, I'm your man"
We didn't lie around there too long. After all we were pretty exposed. After we cleaned up a bit, we dressed and headed south again to CamPen. Armando dropped me off on base. I watched him drive off and instantly regretted that we couldn't be together for the night again. Oh, I was too fucked out to even think about more sex, but it was the fact that we'd both sleep alone that got to me. It was a huge let down from an otherwise awesome weekend. Walking back to my quarters, I felt a little dejected. I didn't know where things were going to go with Contreras, but I sure as hell didn't like how our living arrangements interfered with the possibilities.
When I walked into my quarters my roommate was there. He'd just gotten in from a wild weekend himself and couldn't wait to tell me about it. I hardly heard him. Before long I climbed into my rack and drifted off to sleep with the scent of Mando on me.