OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based on FICTIONAL characters. MASH is produced by Larry Gelbart and copyrighted by 20th Century Fox studios. UNZIP AND ENJOY! The doctors and nurses of the 4077th worked around the clock tending the newly-arrived wounded. Fortunately, none were mortally wounded, but the medical staff put in long, grueling hours, working non-stop. Hawkeye, in particular, was so totally exhausted that he was even too tired to jerk off before hitting the hay. But his mind would flash back at intervals to relive yet again the hot, steamy homoerotic orgy he'd had with Radar, B.J., and Fr. Francis Mulcahy. Tired as he was, just the thought of that hot night would make his cock twitch in his pants. And Hawkeye also, to his vast surprise, had virtually erased all erotic images of Hot Lips from his horny mind.................
When things finally returned to normal at the 4077th some days later, Hawkeye was horny as hell, and knew he HAD to get it on with the guys again.......NOW!! Hawkeye had had both Fr. Francis and Radar talk to his pal Captain "Trapper" John Mcintyre about "getting it on" with boys. At first, the straight-shootin', married pussy-hound thought the two men were pulling his leg, and remarked he "didn't want to get into any queer stuff". But, the longer Radar and Fr. Francis explained things, the harder Trapper's cock became..................
"HEY, TRAPPER," Hawkeye chuckled, as Trapper John started stripping off his clothes that evening as Hawkeye watched intently, massaging the big bulge that tented up the crotch of his sweaty boxers. "YOU'RE REALLY DOIN' A NICE LITTLE STRIP-TEASE THERE.......MARGARET WOULD BE JEALOUS!" Trapper only grinned in reply, and, when he'd stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers, Hawkeye tossed him a pair of garters. "This is a FORMAL occassion, Captain," Hawkeye smirked "You are expected to dress up for dinner.....oh, by the way..YOU'RE DINNER!"
Hawkeye, also in his underwear and gartered socks, told Trapper to chuck his T-shirt. Hawkeye felt his thick love-pole throb in his lube-splotched shorts as Trapper's hairy chest came into view. Hawkeye licked his lips, thinking of how often he'd lusted after this hairy, manly chest in the showers......................
Even though this was Trapper John's first homosexual experience, despite his initial apprehension, he now could not deny that he was fully aroused, and his fat, blunt cock was now drooling lube into his tight, sweaty boxers.
"Watch and learn, Captain," Hawkeye commanded. Trapper watched intently as Hawkeye pulled out his throbbing shaft, and then scooped the slick lube from the angy head with his fingers. Then he applied that hot lube to his stiff nipples, tweaking them and getting them slick with his lube. Just as Hawkeye was going to tell Trapper to follow suit, he halted abrubtly and said, "FUCK IT, TRAPPER, GIVE ME A FEW SECONDS HERE AND WE'LL INITIATE YOU IN STYLE!"
Hawkeye started rubbing Trapper's round, sexy ass through his shorts, and his other hand rapidly flew up and down the pounding length of his pounding cock. "LAY ON YOUR BACK ON THE BED NOW, CAPTAIN!!" Hawkeye snarled, wanking his slick cock madly. When Trapper obeyed, Hawkeye staddled his macho pal's hunky torso, and aimed his massive cock right for his broad, hairy chest. "AAAAAAWWWFFUUCCKKKKKKKAAUUGHHHHHH!!!" Hawkeye growled, as his big tool started blasting, and Trapper watched transfixed as geyser after sticky geyser of jizz splattered his hairy, sweaty chest. Hawkeye's hot load made soft splattering noises as it landed on Trapper's furry pecs. "JESUS, HAWKEYE, YOU CREAMED MY FUCKIN' CHEST!" Trapper laughed. But Hawkeye was already moving on to the next step...........................Hawkeye stood up near the bed, and told Trapper to stand face-to-face with him. Then Hawkeye snapped his fingers twice, and, at the pre-arranged signal, B.J. Hunnicut appeared from behind Hawkeye's locker, likewise stripped down to nothing but boxers and his gartered socks.
"B.J. !!" Trapper growled "What the fuck are YOU doin' here?"
"Relax, Trapper, " B.J. laughed "Hawkeye invited me........even sent me an engraved invitation!" Trapper laughed at that, then turned to Hawkeye. "YOU SLY FUCK!" Hawkeye did not reply. He just reached over and pulled Trapper John right up against his own sweaty, hairy chest. Hawkeye's hot cum-load, splattered all over Trapper's broad chest, made squishing noises as Hawkeye's chest rubbed against his. Trapper felt his cum-laden balls churn at this unexpected sensation.
Without hesitation, Hawkeye slipped his tongue between Trapper's manly lips. Another powerful jolt coursed through Trapper's hairy balls. Trapper had french-kissed countless girls, including his wife, but, now, doing it with another man...his buddy Hawkeye...............fuck, yes!!
As the two horny studs deep kissed and ground thier hairy, cum-splattered chests against each other, B.J. went into action. As "Begin the Beguine" wafted from the radio,the hunky, bare-chested stud dropped to his knees, and pulled out each man's hard shaft and inserted them into the fly of the others' boxers. Then B.J. hauled out thier heavy, hairy, jizz-loaded balls and started to suck on them as the two men humped each others' sweaty undershorts.
"AAWWJESUSSSSSSSSSSS......................" Trapper moaned as his hard cock ground against Hawkeye's, thrusting in and out of each other's lube-sticky shorts. Both Hawkeye and Trapper were going wild as B.J.'s hot, eager tongue licked and sucked on thier hairy, sweaty balls. The rich, gamey smell of musky male-sweat, combined with the aroma of soap and Old Spice made B.J.'s big sausage gush more globs of lube into his bulging boxers. Then B.J. slid his big hands up the legs of Hawkeye's and Trapper John's boxers, and his fingers slipped into thier hairy, sweaty ass-trenches and started teasing thier tight holes. "AAAWWWCHRISSSSTTTT, B.J.," Trapper growled "YEAHHHH, FINGER MY HAIRY ASS..YEAH..FINGER IT GOOD, PAL!"
Hawkeye grunted deep in his throat as B.J.'s fingers tortured his sensitive ass-chute. His strong hairy arms around his buddy Trapper, he humped even harder, his big dong grinding against the ultra-sensitive skin of his buddy's throbbing trouser-snake. B.J.'s thick mustache scratched and tickled the sweaty, hairy, dangling nuts of his two macho buddies as he sucked and nibbled at those furry, musky-smelling sperm-filled orbs................
"AWWWWSHIT, TRAPPER, HERE IT COMES, MY HOT BUDDY.....AAAWWWWWSHITTTTTTTTTYEAAHHHHHHH AAAUUGHHHHHH!!!!" Hawkeye's body gyrated and squirmed as his pent-up load exploded into Trapper's sweaty shorts. Wad after wad of thick spooge flooded Trapper John's boxers, soaking through the thin cotton, and dribbling down his hairy leg. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCCCCCKMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Trapper snarled, cramming his tongue deeper into Hawkeye's mouth. His steel-hard boner, rubbing against Hawkeye's throbbed violently as it unleashed a massive load of cum into Hawkeye's shorts, geysers of thick, hot sperm flooding Hawkeye's shorts................Then B.J. stood up and pushed both men back on the bed. B.J. hauled out his own throbbing ass-splitter and started pumping it angrily. A moment later, the hunky fellow was spraying thick ribbons of spunk all over the hairy, sweaty, cum-splattered chests of his two macho pals.
"I don't fuckin' believe this, " Trapper groaned, as he felt Hawkeye's hand massage the sticky cum into his hairy chest. "I can't fuckin believe that I got it on with TWO of my buddies....and it was so fuckin' hot that it puts makin' it with a pussy to shame!!" As B.J. started to lick the cum from the soaked crotch of Trapper's shorts, Hawkeye chuckled, " You gonna divorce you wife, now, Trapper?" Trapper grinned. "As soon as the war is over, the first place I'm headin' to is Reno!" Hearing that, B.J. laughed. "You guys gonna let me be the best man??" THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Comments and feedback are always welcome!