"And how long did you have to wait, Private?" Parker asked me.
"Not that long. It was about five minutes before a guy appeared at the door." He had a towel wrapped around him, a hairy chest, and a great smile. "Carlos sent me," he said, in heavily accented english.
"Come on in." I said. It took me a second to realize that Carlos was Gonzalez's first name. I had been so long in the habit of calling him by his second name. The man came into the room, shutting the door behind him. Almost immediately, he dropped the towel, exposing a fat, uncut cock. He's still pretty soft, but it's a nice tool. There is a treasure trail running from his chest down, which keeps on guiding my eye down to his dick.
"You are a bareback American bottom, no?" he asks me.
The crystal makes it hard for me to think, to be honest, and I can only say, "Yes, I am." I'm not sure I totally parse everything he says. I mainly am staring at his slowly growing cock.
"Good. I give you Turkish delight," he says. He reaches down and strokes his cock a bit. It quickly gets hard, and I am faced with a fat eight inch shaft. "Get on your knees," he tells me. I roll over and get on all fours, my butt up in the air, ready for him. Luckily, he notices the tub of lube that Gonzalez set out by the bed. He smears some on his cock, then settles between my legs.
He has a small brown bottle and sniffs at it for a few seconds. He hands it to me, and I do the same. There is a strong chemical scent to the liquid in it. I don't notice anything, other than feeling the guy's cockhead poking at my hole. I am about to ask him to put on a rubber to fuck me when I am suddenly flying. It must have been the liquid he gave me, but I almost involuntarily back up onto his shaft. I wanted his cock in me, and I didn't care if it was raw or safe.
"Solidier, what did Private Gonzalez order you?" Parker asks me.
"Take any cock that presents itself, Sir."
"Right. That order doesn't let you be picky about rubbers. Besides, Gonzalez knew that Tiger would be looking for a well-used, bareback american hole." Parker paused. I thought I noticed a bit of a boner in his flat-front dress pants, but it was hard to tell. "And you've never done poppers?"
"Poppers?" I ask
"Yeah, the brown bottle the turkish guy gave you."
"No. Never before. But it made his cock sliding into me feel amazing." Already relaxed and with some lube, the turkish guy's cock felt pretty good going into me. It was only a little fatter that Gonzalez, and I was able to take it easily, especially with the poppers lubricating my mind.
As his cock pushed all the way into me, he must have felt Gonzalez's load up there. "Oh. Already fucked, american? How many men?"
"Only one so far."
"Such a nice ass." He spanks me a few times. "Needs to be fucked many times tonight." He starts a steady stroke, pushing into me, then pulling out. I feel the cum already up there beign spread all over my insides, and a constant drip of the turkish man's precum into me. "Take another hit, American." he tells me. I assume he means the bottle of poppers, and I do so. He slows down as I do, then says, "Longer. You will need it." I snort it again, waiting for the rush to come. "Give it to me." I hand the bottle back.
He takes a long hit, while he does it, I feel the poppers wash over me. I am ready for anything, and want everything. I can tell right as his rush hits, because he begins a much stronger fuck. It's now very serious, he's trying to get his cock as deep in me as he can. His balls are no longer slapping against my ass; they have pulled up close to his body, and I think he's close to shooting his load.
"You want this in you, American?" he asks.
All I can get out is "Yes, I do." I'm too deep in the fuck to speak coherently, and between the poppers and the crystal, I really want another load in me.
"Take it!" he grunts, and he slams his cock into me. I feel the blossom of his cockhead deep inside me, the spurt of cum that says he's giving me his load. "Oh yeah, fucking american hole." And there is another spurt, then another. I feel my gut swell with his spooge, and it satiates me for a moment.
He stays in a few more moments, a few last strokes to get out the last of his cum, then pulls out slowly. I clench my ass around him, making sure to get the last few drops of his spunk, and keep every bit of it inside me.
The end is perfunctory. "Thanks, american," he says, and gathers up the poppers and his towel.
I am still in a popper daze, and can only say, "Your're welcome" as he walks out the door.
He leaves the door open, and I can hear that the club has gotten busier. There are more men wandering the halls, and occasionally, one will stop and look in at me.
"Do you see Gonzalez at all?" Parker asks me.
"No, I don't. I don't see Gonzalez again that night."
"Oh. Interesting," he says. "Go on."
It is only a few minutes before another guy stops at my door. He's a little older, maybe mid forties, and a big guy. He's probably 6'3" or 6'4", and has a bit of a gut on him. But he's not bad looking overall. I am on my back again, and I open my legs a bit, start playing with my ass. He smiles, and opens his towel. He is packing an impressive tool, about nine inches long and thick.
"Can I come in?" he asks. There is a bit of a british accent to his English.
"Yeah, of course."
He walks in and drops his towel. He throws his keys and a bottle of poppers on the bed, and grabs a bit of lube, smearing it on his cock.
"You like to get fucked?" he asks me.
"Yeah, I do."
"Nice. How many men tonight?"
"Only two so far."
"You go bareback?"
"However you like."
"Good. Rubbers suffocate me."
He's kneeling between my legs, stroking his cock. I reach down and feel it. It is fat, I can barely reach around it. "Think you can take it, boy?" he asks me.
"I can try."
"You will. Once I get in you, I'm not stopping until I cum." As I rub his cock, feeling it's length and weigh, his low-hanging balls filled with cum, he starts to finger my hole. "Oh, with a hole like this, it won't take me long to shoot. Don't worry. You'll get bred." He notices I have cum in me alrady, and I can feel his cock stiffen in my hands.
"Already bred boy?"
"Yeah, two loads."
"Like a boy who knows what he wants. You need this fuck, I can tell." He's not far from the truth. He's been fingering my hole, and I've been playing with his cock. The entire time, I've been wanting him inside of me, feeling that big shaft fuck me.
"Yeah, I need it."
"Take a hit of the poppers, and I'll be inside you." I take the bottle, and snort from it. As I do so, he puts my legs up on his shoulders, and I can feel his cock grazing my well-lubed ass. I do another snort, waiting for the poppers to kick in. He starts to push his cock into me. It's fatter than anything I've had in me before, but my hole stretches a bit and accomodates it without any problem. The poppers are kicking in, and it feels great. I'm looking into his face, and he's smiling wide, his cockhead now inside me. So far this feels great, a masculine older guy on top of me, his huge cock pushing it's way into me.
He starts to push into me, slowly but surely. His tool is lubed up, and the poppers are really helping me get used to his size. I do another hit of poppers, as he's about halfway inside me. "Almost there, boy," he says, and stops for a second. "You enjoying this?" With the poppers powering me, I nod. There's a very slight feeling that he's too big for me, that this might hurt, but all I can think about is how amazing having a cock that big inside me would be. And I want another load deep inside me, especially from him.
He continues to push into me, and I am constantly adjusting my position to take it. At the last inch, it gets a little uncomfortable. He is in tune enough with me to recognize that I'm having trouble taking it, and slows down a little. Still, it's not quite enough, and I'm squirming a lot, keeping him from getting all the way into me. He leans over me, pushing my legs against my chest, his face a few inches from mine. I'm looking directly into his eyes, as our lips meet for a kiss. His tongue is just as insistent as his cock, forcing its way into my mouth, making one more part of my body his playground. As he breaks off the kiss he asks me, "Too much boy?"
I nod in response. "I need a break."
"Hmm. But I am so boned up to be fucking you." He grabs the bottle of poppers and holds it under my nose. "This should help you." I take a hit, then nod that I am good. He doesn't pull the bottle away, but keeps it there. "Some more, boy. You're going to need it." I'm still breathing in the poppers, and starting to get really high and lost. I know I'm getting fucked, and it's uncomfortable, but it seems like the pain is happening to another person. I'm only feeling the pleasure. "You may want me to stop, boy, but I don't," he says. He pushes the last bit of his shaft into me; I am now well and truly fucked by him, and fucked up. I can only nod in agreement. Distantly, I remember Private Gonzalez's order to me: "Take any cock." This is just one more thing I am doing for the Army.
"Even if it hurts, we're going to get me off," he says. He takes the bottle of poppers and puts it under his nose. He takes a very long hit, and then says, "Now, the fucking can really begin." He puts away the poppers, grabs my arms and holds them down. He's bigger than me, and any resistance I might put up it pretty much pointless. I accept this, and let him pound his shaft into my hole. I make a conscious effort to relax, to let him get into me, and it definitely helps. There is still some uncomfort, especially as he goes all the way into me, but mostly, it feels good; the way getting fucked by a big cock should feel.
He can tell I am still in a little pain from his fucking. He pushes all the way in, and holds it. "This uncomfortable?" he asks.
I nod.
"But it feels so fucking good. You do want me to shoot inside you, don't you?" I nod as well. We kiss again, a longer kiss, as he resumes a steady pistoning of his hips,
We continue for several minutes, making out as he fucks me hard. I am doing regular hits from the poppers, which he approves of. I can tell my ass is getting a bit sore from the experience, but somehow, that seems ok to me.
After about ten minutes of fucking, he takes the bottle of poppers from me, and does a long hit. "Time for you to get bred," he says. He gives me the bottle, and I take a long hit. As soon as I'm done, he starts making out with me again, his cock really pounding my ass. I can tell he's getting close.
With a sudden grunt, he pushes himself deep in me, and I feel the unmistakable spurt of cum in my gut. Despite the discomfort, it feels awesome to have another load of jizz injected into me, and I clench my ass to milk out every drop. His orgasm is long and intense. As I stare at his face, it's clenched up in a combination of pleasure and extreme concentration. I know my face is a mixture of pleasure, feeling him get off inside of me, and pain, his size truly discomforting.
As the last of his cum dribbles out of his cock into my gut, he slowly pulls out. I can feel every inch of his raw cock slide against my ass, and I hope I can get fucked again tonight. Finally, with a pop, he is out, and rolls off of me.
"You ok, boy?" he asks. He's lying beside me, a finger gently rubbing my sore and cummy hole.
"Yeah. Might need a break though."
"You partying tonight?"
"Huh?"
"You know, tina?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Awesome. Usually only tweaked bottoms can take me. How do you like to do it?" His free hand is stroking his cock, amazingly, it's getting hard again.
"Stick it in my ass," I say. I had no idea there were other ways.
"Good boy. You ever done it Cowboy style?"
"No. What's that?"
"Let me show you. Where's your stash?" I get out the little baggie with the one shard left. It seems bigger than I remember, but I don't care. "Damn. You want all that?" he asks.
"Yeah, I think I do." I reply.
"You are a twisted man. I like you." He wipes off his hands on my chest, getting the lube off it. "Get me hard again." I get some lube and start rubbing his cock. He's on his back now, his cock nearly pointing straight up. "Yeah, get it nice and hard. You're gonna be my bareback cowboy, right?"
"Yeah, I am." I can tell he's getting turned on thinking about this, his cock is already hard and starting to drip pre-cum. "Fuck yeah, my bareback cowboy is gonna see how long he can ride the crystal horse." His cock is leaking pre-cum, and I reach down and lick it off. I can taste a bit of my ass on his dick. "Yeah, I think we're ready boy. Put some more lube on my cock. And put some on your hole as well." I do as he tells me, smearing his cock with lube. It's big enough I need to do it in two sections, and then I put some on my hole.
I am a little amazed at how open my hole feels, but I like it. It makes me feel easy and ready for any man's pleasure. I reach in a bit with my fingers and put some extra lube up there.
He's opened the baggie and pulled out the crystal. "Here's how cowboy style works, boy." He explains. "I put this at the tip of my dick, then you sit on it. Gets the tina deep in your ass, and it gets my cock in you again. It's win-win, huh?"
I nod in a agreement. He takes the shard and sticks it in his piss slit. The piece is big enough that it almost looks like the top part of a PA. He hands me the bottle of poppers. "Come on cowboy. Time to ride the horse."
I squat over his cock, and take a long hit of the poppers. "You ready?" he asks me. I nod. "All the way, the first time, cowboy." he says. He has a hand on my waist, starting to guide me down, and a hand on his cock, making sure it gets into me just right. I wait for the poppers to hit, and then lower myself onto his shaft.
Right as I start, he takes over, slamming his hips up into me. I must have gasped at the sudden pain of penetration, but he didn't care. I could feel his pubic hair against my ass, his cock buried deep in me. "Oh yeah cowboy, this bronco is tweaked and ready to buck." He holds me down on his cock, and a feel a pulse run down the length of his cock, into me. There is a warm sensation inside of me.
"There's a bit of piss to help it dissolve," he says. I can feel the piss inside me, my ass absorbing it and the tina. He continues to hold onto my waist as he begins to pound my ass. As his cock hits the deepest part, I can feel the sharp sides of the shard turn, twist, and break into smaller bits. His cock helps spread them all over my ass, making it easy for it to slip into my bloodstream.
After only a minute, I can feel the tweak come on. He notices it, and slows down. "Yeah, Cowboy. Home on the range?"
"Yeah, I am. Feels good."
"Doesn't it?"
He continues to stroke in and out of me, but slower. The soreness is a distant memory now, and all I can think about is how good his cock feels, how much I am enjoying riding it.
"Up for another load, cowboy?" he asks me.
"Fuck yeah, I am."
"Good." He takes the bottle of poppers and does a long hit. He hands them back to me, and I do one as well. "Now for a real ride, cowboy." His bucking gets hard again, right as the poppers hit us. I can feel the last of the crystal dissolve in the mixture of piss, cum, and pre-cum inside of me, getting into my system. I am totally in sync with his bucks, riding his cock like a pro.
It doesn't take long before I feel the surge of cum in his shaft, and the white heat in my hole. He's bred me again, and in my tweaked out state, this is heaven. "There you go cowboy." he says, as the last of his load dribbles out into me.
I stay on his cock a little longer, leaning over to make out with him. I can feel it soften a bit, retreating from the pool of cum and crystal deep inside me. After a few minutes of making out, he shifts a bit, and lets his cock pull out. I tighten my ass around it, making sure not to loose any of the precious fluids all three men had shot into me.
I roll off of him, and lie on the bed. "Enjoy that cowboy?" he asks me. "Fuck yeah."
"Good. You'll be good for a few more hours of fucking now." He gets his towel, and wraps it around him. "Just in time for the real crowds to hit the club." He walks out, and once more, I'm alone in the room. "Stay at attention, Soldier." Parker tells me. "I didn't put you at ease. Although your little solider seems know what to do." I look down for a moment, and see my cock is completely erect. Standing naked in front of this superior officer, telling him about what happened to me is turning me on. I can't tell what LTC Tom Parker is thinking about his, whether he thinks I'm a total slut, or a good solider. But, every time I slow down, he's always prompted me to continue.
"What next, Private Bach," he says. "Don't leave out any detail."
"To be honest, sir, it was a bit of a blur." It was. I remember laying in the bed, fingering my hole a bit, and feeling the crystal dissolve. Once my tweak really hit, it all went a little fuzzy. I remembered two guys. Maybe four guys, one after another. It might have been six guys in a circle. The cocks blended into each other, all I remember was how good they felt sliding into me, and how badly I wanted them to shoot their load into me.
"Did you even try to count how many men fucked you?" Parker asks.
"I tried, but I kept on getting confused. And sometimes, there were two men in bed with me, taking turns on my ass."
"Now, this is important, Bach. Did you ever see Private Gonzalez during this time?"
"No. I kept on wanting him to come back, so I could tell him what had been happening, and see what he wanted to do."
"You wanted to tell him what had happened?" Parker asks me, his tone implying a bit of disbelief.
"Well. I also wanted him to fuck me again." And I wanted to talk to him about it. Most of the fucks were totally wordless. The guy would come in, possibly close the door, drop his towel. If I were lucky, he'd lube up his cock, then mount me. A few minutes of pounding; if I were lucky, some making out, then a grunt of pleasure. He'd shoot his wad in me, pull out, and the cycle would repeat.
"Now, that sounds more like the tweaked out bottom I expected you to be, Bach," Parker says. "Any guys wear a raincoat?"
"Raincoat?"
"A rubber."
I didn't even think to ask these strangers to cover their cocks. At the time, it seemed almost disrespectful to them. They were going to fuck me, and to make their pleasure any less seemed wrong. "One guy did put on a rubber."
"What did you do?"
"I pulled it off him after a few minutes. He smiled and started to fuck me harder."
"Good soldier." LTC Parker seemed happy about this. "Now, when did Tiger show up?"
"He was the last guy of the night." That was easy to remember, because the room got called while he was there. It was getting a little slower; there was more time between guys, and I was a little less high and tweaked. This guy showed up at the door, and said "Hello." He had a really distinct Russian accent.
"Hi," I said back. I was in my standard pose, on my back, legs spread. He had a great view of my well-used hole.
"You are the American bottom?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am American." I replied. He walked, closing the door behind him.
"And bottom? Raw?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am." Somehow, it actually felt good to say that. Like all the men, he dropped his towel quickly, letting me see him completely naked. He wasn't that tall, maybe 5'10", but well built and pretty smooth. Along one side of his taut abdomen, he had a large tattoo of a tiger. Between his legs, there was a uncut cock, rapidly growing in size.
He jumped on the bed, lying next to me. "I am Igor. But my friends call me Tiger."
I am speechless for a second, but finally say, "I'm Jon."