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I've always been a fighter. I was born 2 1/2 months early, and the doctor didn't give me much of a chance to make it, but I did. Then, when I was growing up, I was always being teased because I was the smallest kid in the class. Well, I got tired of getting beat up, so I learned to use my fists. I spent a lot of time in the principal's office after that, but the teasing stopped.
Most of the way through high school, I was worried that I'd never see the other side of five feet tall. But the summer before senior year, I finally shot up to 5 foot 9. I also started building myself up, pumping iron and doing lots of push-ups. When I went back for my senior year, people were wondering who the dude with all the muscles was.
What I'm saying is, I'm a guy who believed he could conquer damn near anything. Hell, I'd breezed through basic after I joined the Army. Maybe that's why I decided to sign up for the course in survival training. My sergeant encouraged me to go for it, telling me the Army likes a soldier who goes looking for a challenge. But I hadn't bargained on a challenge like Nate Hamlin.
The first time I had a run-in with him was about a week after I'd applied for the survival course. I was off duty for the day, and I'd been sort of accidentally eavesdropping on a couple of dudes in the mess hall. They said there was this gym in town where the manager liked having sex with guys. Hell, I was so horny, so I figured I'd check it out. OK, maybe I was curious too.
Anyway, I got there about an hour before closing, and it wasn't long till me and the manager had the place to ourselves. I was nervous as hell at first, but once I got a look at the dude they'd been talking about, I started getting kind of excited. He was goodlooking, and had a totally buffed bod, so it wasn't like he was a weirdo or nothing.
I asked if I should leave, but he said I could stay, so I went back to doing some curls. I pumped out the reps till I had a good burn going and the veins running up my arms were standing out like cables, then grabbed my towel, wiped down the bench, and headed to the lockers. I was just ready to step into the showers when the dude came in and suggested that I try out the sauna for a while.
Well, I went on in and sat down, letting the heat wrap around me. I was just starting to sweat when the door opened and the dude wandered in, bare-ass naked, and sat on the bench across from me.
"Feels good to sweat out the poisons," he said casually, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He had blue eyes and curly blond hair, and the expression on his chiseled face was really friendly. I checked out his bod, noting the awesome sculpting of his chest and abs. He sure as hell didn't strike this small-town boy as the type to reach out and grab a guy's cock. "Looks like you take real good care of yourself," he commented, his eyes moving up and down my frame. "You're from the base, right?"
"Uh, yeah, right," I replied, "How'd you know?"
"The haircut," he said, grinning at me. "Gives you guys away every time." He glanced down at my crotch. "That workout made you pretty horny, huh?"
I looked down and saw that my fat prick was stiff as a board, pointing up right at him. "Sorry," I gulped, feeling real stupid. Hell, he was supposed to be the perv, and I was the dude with the hard-on!
"Hey, don't worry about it, man," he said reassuringly. "Perfectly natural for a young dude like you to be horny. With balls the size of yours, you must be full of come up to your ears all the time. I'll bet you pump a hell of a load." I followed his gaze down to my crotch. My big nuts were drooping real low, what with the heat in the room. They were hanging over the edge of the bench, glistening with beads of sweat.
"Yeah, I...I guess so," I stammered, curious to see if anything was going to happen. I scooted forward a little, letting my balls dangle even lower. The big blond just sort of started leaning toward me, and the next thing I knew he was kneeling on the floor between my outspread thighs, licking the sweat off my bag. I damn near freaked, but when his big hands clamped around my waist and his heavy arms pressed down against my thighs, I didn't kick or scream, or nothing.
"Fucking hot balls, soldier boy," the man muttered. I looked down, and all I could see was his blue eyes on either side of the veiny stalk of my cock. As he moved his tongue, my dick jerked, squirting a big gob of lube on his forehead.
Shit, every time his tongue lapped across my balls, I felt it all over. I'd played with 'em while I was jerking off, but it hadn't felt nothing like this. He'd roll 'em around on his tongue, then he'd suck 'em down his throat, stretching my cords out tight. Every time he did that, I got this funny feeling in the pit of my gut, and my dick would slap up against my belly.
Once I started to jack myself off, but the guy grabbed my hand and smacked it down against the curve of his biceps. I figured he wanted me to feel up his arms, so I started rubbing all the hard muscle under the silky, sweat-slick skin.
I'd had sex exactly once before this, and it had been pretty awkward. I went out with this girl during my senior year because she asked me to a dance. She was obviously real hot to trot, and she wasn't a dog or anything, so we drove out to Lover's Lane and climbed in the backseat. I had to jack off for 20 minutes just to get it up, and then I went too far and shot my wad all over the upholstery. The girl was real pissed, and when I took her home she didn't even say good night.
Well, hell, I wasn't having trouble getting it up for this big blond dude! I wanted it so bad, I could taste it. When my balls popped out of his mouth and he started licking my shaft, I clasped my hands around his thick neck. His pink tongue licked around my knob, licking away the honey that was oozing out, and then he winked at me and capped my cock.
I'd never felt anything like that man's hot, wet mouth on my meat. He kept his lips in this tight little circle as his blond head bobbed up and down. Then he swallowed me up to the short hairs, and I damn near came unglued. I could feel the squeeze when my dick plugged his throat, then I got this incredible rush as it slid right down his gullet.
He kept it there a long time, shaking his head and swallowing, giving my dick this fucking hot massage. Then he came up, nipped the tip of my prick a couple of times, took a deep breath, and wend down on me again. I gripped his biceps, squeezed hard, closed my eyes, and just let it happen.
Within a couple of minutes I was ready for blastoff. My toes were all curled up, and I was twitching all over. I told the dude I was gonna blow, but he didn't come up off me or even slow down. He just kept on sucking till it happened. I thrust my hips up off the bench and fed him my load. The dude really got off on it. He sucked and swallowed like crazy, smacking his lips and making these happy little grunting noises like a pig at a trough. I gave up the last drops and flopped back against the wall, totally limp.
The next thing happened so fast, I didn't even know it was coming. I was lying there, gasping for breath, when the big blond stood up, grabbed me behind the knees, pinned my legs to my chest, and crammed his dick right up my asshole. My eyes flew open, and my hands balled up into fists, but the way he had me pinned, I couldn't even take a swing at him - not that I wanted to after the first few seconds.
Getting fucked up the butt by another guy was about the last thing I'd ever planned on, but the bitch of it was that it felt good. I swear, it didn't even hurt, probably because I was so totally relaxed after the blow job he'd just given me. There was this little twinge at first, but then I just started feeling real warn and got a hard-on all over again.
I looked up at the guy and watched his body work as he reamed me out. His head was thrown back so I couldn't see his face, but his bod was looking real good. The muscles in his arms were knotted, and there were veins standing out under his tanned skin like a road map. Sweat trickled down his chest, and his belly popped out in thick ridges every time he hunched his hips forward.
He kept slamming into me faster and harder till my head was banging against the wall and I was grunting as loud as he was. He kept on hitting something up inside my ass that made me feel like I was getting jacked off from the inside out. By the time he shouted out that he was coming, I was ready to go again. I shuddered as a thick glob of my own jism splattered me right between the eyes and dripped down the bridge of my nose. Then I felt something hot squirting up into me, and I let fly again, hitting the wall behind me. By the time his prick slipped out of me and he sand back to his knees, my belly and chest were criss-crossed with ropy strands of my own jizz.
I was feeling pretty damn good as I walked back to base. My asshole was still throbbing, and every time I thought about that dude's hard cock pumping my butt, I grinned from ear to ear. Hell, I'd been curious, and if I'd gotten more than I bargained for, I'd sure as hell enjoyed it!
If I hadn't already been flat on my back, you could've knocked me down with a feather when Hamlin bent down and slashed off his own fatigues. Guess the fucker didn't like clothes. His legs were as buffed as his upper bod, and he had a dick on him that was totally awesome. I've got a fair-size hang myself, and I'd seen all kinds of cocks in the barracks, but his was really something. From my angle it looked like it was over a foot long and as big around as my wrist. It arced out from his crotch, pointing at my belly. The dude was uncut, and the skin was bunched up over his knob like a little rosebud. His hose was backed up by a pair of low-hangers that were easily as big as tennis balls.
The man didn't move or say a word. He just stood there, hands on his hips, knife clenched between his teeth, his big dick getting longer and thicker as it slowly rose up to point right between my eyes. The moonlight grew stronger, highlighting his bare torso to the point that I could even see the pulsing vein that ran down the middle of his muscled belly. The fucker looked incredibly, dangerously hot. During the whole time the man was growing his oversize hard-on, he never took his eyes off my naked frame, which gave me the feeling that I was responsible for putting the starch in his stalk.
I didn't move a muscle till a big drop of clear goo oozed out of his piss slit and began to drool down, hanging by a slender thread that gleamed in the moonlight. At that point, to be honest, I guess I lost control. I rose up on my knees, stuck my tongue out, and caught the drop. I got all hot and tingly, groaning with lust as I settled down and started doing what I guess I'd been born to do.
I braced my hands on the furry hardness of his ass cheeks and began lapping all along the veiny surface of his bloated cock shaft. He had this real raunchy, masculine taste that snapped my prick to rigid attention. I sucked on the fat juice tube running along the underbelly of his meat, and when I was done, his dick was pointing high in the air.
I remembered how good it felt to have my balls licked, so I went to work on his, tonguing his hairy bag, then popping one of the big orbs into my mouth. I sucked hard, loving the way the muscles in his ass flexed and knotted when I stretched his ball cord out tight. I worked the balls over separately, then stuffed them both in my mouth, puffing my cheeks out like a chipmunk. When I finally let them go, they rose up, not stopping till they were hugging the base of his big dick.
He never spoke. He just watched me as I capped his enormous man tool with my lips and began working on the big spongy knob perched on the end of his stick. I dug into the skin that drooped over the tip, lapping up the sticky stream of lube that was gushing out of him. His prick jerked up, and I had to put both hands around it to hold it steady.
I nipped his overhang between my teeth and shook my head back and forth, growling like a junkyard dog. I kept it up till he gasped for air and his belly flexed like a washboard. When I finally let go, his dick skin pulled back from his mushroom cap. I sighted down the long, straight shaft, then up along the planes and angles of his torso. The bastard was still staring at me blankly, his mouth set in a straight, hard line. Whatever he was feeling, he was keeping it to himself.
I took a deep breath, swallowed him to the hilt, and started sucking. His knob bashed past my tonsils, cutting off my air supply. I moved my lips up and down his shaft, increasing my speed as his breath started getting louder and rougher. I wanted the fucker to lose control totally. I sucked and licked just like the man at the gym had done on my dick, and I suddenly became hungry for the taste of his pungent come. When I slipped my hand up between his legs and tickled his big balls, his whole body jolted, every muscle knotting as he began to pump out his load. It gushed into my mouth, flooding over my tongue and squirting down my throat. I sucked and swallowed frantically, not wanting to lose even one sweet drop of him.
"Now stand up," he snarled when I leaned back on my haunches and licked my lips. "Turn around and spread 'em."
I obeyed and felt a callused hand on my ass, then two thick fingers cramming up my hot, tight asshole. His other hand reached around me and started jerking me off. I could feel his stiff dick throbbing against my crack, all hot and wet and slippery.
"Jesus, yes!" I cried, startling myself. "Come on, man. I want it. Give it to me. Fuck my ass!" I wanted his big prick punched deep inside me, just like the guy at the gym had packed my hole the other night.
Hamlin's fingers popped out of my chute; then I felt something hot and sticky nudging my ass ring. I had a moment of panic, remembering how big he was, but it was too late to back out. He slipped his arms around me and hunched his hips forward, impaling me, stretching my ass channel to the limit.
Christ, I swear he damn near stabbed me through the heart with his huge dong. It just kept going in, probing deeper and deeper till I thought I couldn't stand it anymore. Then I felt his bush tickling my ass, and I leaned my head back against his shoulder, taking in the incredible feelings that raced through me as he proceeded to fuck me bowlegged.
I was dazed by the craziness of it all, quickly working myself up to a real frenzy of horniness. I writhed against my survival instructor's hard body while he kept on slamming his dick up into my ass. Every few strokes he'd pull it out all the way, leaving me empty, making me beg him to put it back in. Then he'd plow into me again, and I'd howl as his cock crown pushed against the magic spot up in my ass.
Every jolting, gut-wrenching thrust of his narrow hips pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Hell, I would've shot off if I'd touched myself, but I had both hands braced against the sheer wall of the cliff to keep from getting my face smashed against the rock. Hamlin was getting up there as well, judging from his harsh, gasping breath. His arms were so tight around me, I could hardly breathe.
Suddenly he stopped humping and grabbed my flexing prong with both hands. We both howled at the silver disk of the moon and pumped our scum. Mine shot high in the air, splashing against the cliff face. His jizz squirted up my chute, making me feel all weak in the knees. It seemed to go on forever. Hamlin blowing spunk up inside me, me pumping it out on the bare rocks. After we were both drained dry, Hamlin sank to his knees, pulling me down along with him.
I was flying now, arms raised high above my head, damn near dizzy with lust as I thrust my hips forward, humping the empty air. Then my heart stopped. I felt hot breath on my neck and something tickling against my shoulder blades. Looking down I saw two incredibly muscular bare forearms, dense in glossy black fur, they snaked around my waist, encircling but not touching me.
"Don't be afraid," a deep, rough voice rumbled. I spun around and looked up into a stranger's face. He was handsome, dark eyes glittering in the light from the fire, the lower half of his face obscured by a close-cropped black beard. His long, dark hair brushed his broad shoulders, and the fur I'd first seen on the forearms also grew in a lush mat on his broad chest and trickled in a thin line down his belly to his pubes. He was as naked as I was.
"Say the word and I'll go," the man continued, still making no move to touch me. Veins stood out on his huge forearms and continued up over the curve of his bulging biceps.
"Where did you come from?" I gasped, finding my voice at last.
"Later," he whispered, his tongue flicking out over his full upper lip. "Say the word."
"Yes," I breathed, drawn to him like a magnet. Under the circumstances maybe I should have turned and run, but I was powerless to move. He was big and powerful, and his massive frame held out a promise of intense sexual pleasure. The man smiled, his arms tightened, and I was pulled close against his hard, hairy body.
His first kiss was slow and gentle, a mere brushing of lips that gradually gave way to intense, tongue-twining passion. I ran my hands up his broad back - his skin was like silk - then down till they were cupping his fuzzy ass. He growled sexily, and his prick jerked up between my legs and smacked my balls, shooting sparks of fire up my asshole.
Somehow we were on our knees, then I was lying on my belly, sucking his cock while he toyed with my ass. He was hung long and thick, the slight curve in the veiny shaft allowing it to slip easily down my hungry throat. I lunged forward, swallowing him till his balls bounced against my chin, then slowly pulled back - lips tight, tongue moving slowly all along the tender underbelly of his meat.
His cock knob was huge - ruddy, fat, helmet-shaped - the come hole cut deep. I probed the salty little opening with my tongue, savoring the taste of him like a fine wine. The next time I took him deep in my throat, he leaned over me, and I felt his lips on my hole, his hot tongue plunging up my ass channel. I swallowed convulsively, tightening my throat along the shaft of his cock. I kept on sucking him hungrily as he reamed my hole with his long tongue.
"That hot hole needs to get packed by something bigger than a man's tongue. I want to stick my big, hard dick up in there and fuck your pretty ass." He slipped his big hands under my arms and pulled me up against him till we were eye to eye. "Man, you are so fucking gorgeous."
"You're pretty fucking gorgeous yourself," I retorted, pinching the big pink tits that stood out from the hard curve of his furry pecs. "And yes," I continued, sprawling back in front of the fire and spreading my legs, "you can definitely fuck my pretty ass." He spit in his palm, rubbed it on the head of his dick, pressed his knob against my hole, and hunched his hips forward.
I howled when he breached me, it felt so good. He teased me at first, using only the head and a couple of inches of his meaty prick to fuck me. Then his thrusts became more powerful, driving inch after inch of the thick shaft up into me till I felt his fat, hairy nuts pressed tightly against my crack. A sensual heat rushed through me as his throbbing cock pounded in and out, making me feel whole again.
He slipped his arms around me and sat up, pulling me along with him. Then he leaned back, bracing his hands on the floor behind him. "Dance on it, you hot little fucker," he moaned, his eyelids fluttering as I clenched my ass ring down tight around the base of his prick. I crouched over him, gripped his shoulders tight, and began to gyrate my hips.
I fucked his big dick with passionate abandon, savoring the sensations as it stirred around in my guts. The rim of his big knob raked repeatedly over my prostate, making me gasp with pleasure. Looking down between my legs, I could see the thick shaft pistoning in and out of my hole as I bounced up and down on top of him.
"Man, you get off on having that dick up in you, don't you?"
"I love your big cock," I grunted, impaling myself to the hilt. I pried my prick away from my belly and pushed it forward till the silky hairs on his gut tickled all up and down the swollen juice tube. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them, making me quake and squirm.
I rode him till I was teetering on the edge, then stopped, savoring the way his dick was flexing inside my body.
"Your turn to lead," I panted, rising slowly off him. His cock glistened in the firelight, leaked steadily. He grinned at me and nodded, then pushed me back down on the floor. He rolled me over onto my side so I was facing the roaring fire and scooted up behind me. I reached down and guided his cock to my bull's-eye, then rubbed my back against his torso as his arms encircled my chest and he started to fuck me.
Our right hands were clasped tightly, and my left hand was on his hard ass. He pumped me frantically, every gut-wrenching thrust shooting sparks out to all the nerve endings in my body. His face was pressed against my neck, his breath coming in labored snorts. His dick felt like a steel bar churning in my bowels, the knob on the end of it swelling to monumental proportions.
"I'm coming!" I howled, amazed by the sudden onset of my orgasm. I'd been so intent on the workings of the big man's body as he plowed me that I hadn't even touched myself. I tensed as my first shot of jism spouted out, festooning the hairs on his forearm with glistening white droplets. He moaned softly, hips pounding, eyelashes fluttering against my neck as he began shooting hot bursts of come deep into my ass. Then he stopped moving and held me tight, his heart pounding against my back.
"You're one helluva hot screw," he murmered softly in my ear.
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