Oh, the blessed mercies of hot water! I stood under the showerhead, letting the steaming spray hit my sore body like red-hot needles. I shampooed my hair with some of the gel, worked up a good head of lather, and tenderly washed my stinging prick and aching balls, pushing two fingers smeared with gel up my backside to wash out my anus. The soapy mess stung like hell as it cleansed the tender, devastated walls of my rectum but I didn't care. Surprisingly, I began to feel horny again. The drumming of the hot spray on my dick brought it to new life and I was soon standing proud once more.
"You feeling randy - again?" The sergeant, who had taken the shower stall next to mine, was also clearly rampant again. His hand was gently soaping his balls and I could see from the expression on his face that, parade or no parade, there was not going to be much sleep for either of us that night!
"Yeah, I can't believe I'm ready to go so soon!"
"C'mon then, Pete. Let's dry off and get back to my room. Bed, watch out!"
We made it back to his room safely, in double quick time. As soon as he had locked the door, he seized me in his arms and crushed me against his body, my steel hard cock rubbing lewdly against his rod. He forced his tongue into my mouth, down my throat, while his hands went round me, exploring my arse crack, seeking to find the puckered entrance to all delights. I responded and swirled my tongue around the inside of his mouth, running my hands over the hairy firmness of his buttocks, daring to send one finger between them, running lightly across the entrance to his man pussy. He pulled back slightly.
"OK, boy, let's see just how much of a man you really are!" He broke away and turned to the bedside locker. He broke open one of the condom sachets and threw the contents over to me. "Put it on," he commanded. While I fumbled to obey, my fingers shaking so much with lust that I almost tore the damn thing in two, he picked up the tube of KY, squeezed a quantity on to the fingers of his other hand and greased his own arsehole. Without a word, he lay down on the bed on his back and raised his legs, exposing his glistening entrance.
"You're gonna fuck me and I'm gonna watch you do it. I wanna see your face while you do it!"
I scrambled on to the bed and knelt facing him, my cock firmly sheathed by the condom. It shimmered wickedly in the subdued light as I brought my cock close to his arsehole. I rested a moment, letting him feel the warmth of cock and latex against his anal entrance. "Go on man, push it in!" he barked. I needed no further encouragement and pushed hard. My dick entered that forbidden zone with ease, and an audible sucking sound. He grunted, his eyes opened wide for a moment with a frisson of pain. Then I began fucking him. I didn't bother to start slowly and gradually build up the tempo. Oh no, I simply started heaving and pumping that glorious male pussy for all I was worth. I was quickly lost in an incredible universe of lecherous lust. I could hear him groaning, urging me on to go harder, faster, make him feel it. Frantically I obeyed and my climax was soon approaching. He must have been watching my facial expression very closely.
"OK, Pete, slow down. Slow down, fuck you! You're not going to cum just yet!" His strong hands were planted firmly on top of my pounding thighs and he pushed against them. I soon got the message and slowed right down to a gentle, very slow rhythm. In ... Out ... In ... Out. "Good boy, now keep it like that. Go as deep as you can." I ploughed into him, slowly but forcefully, taking my cock so deep I felt my balls slap against his hairy arse globes and my pubic hair crackle against his puckered entrance channel. I leant forward, keeping my rhythm steady, and kissed him, rubbing my thumbs over his hardened nipples. He squirmed, groaning. "Oh yeah! That's great!" Despite my best efforts to maintain my tempo, I felt myself involuntarily beginning to fuck him faster. "No, Pete. Just as you are. It's great. I'll let you know when to start bucking bronco again."
I leant back, watching as he began to pull slowly on his dick as mine slide in and out of him. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy, his head moved from side to side as an occasional sigh or grunt came from him. His tongue flickered over his lips, moistening them. His free hand reached out and found my gently swinging balls. He played with them, squeezing softly. It was an electrifying moment. "Oh, fuck!" I yelled, "I'm gonna cum!"
His eyes shot open. "OK, big boy, now fuck me. Really fuck me. As hard as you can."
It didn't take too long. I was amazed at just how much spunk I let fly. Not so long ago, I'd been on the verge of drying up altogether, yet here I was filling that bloody condom almost to overflowing! As I came, he poured forth such a quantity of cum over my chest, belly, into my cock hair, down my thighs, you would have thought he hadn't cum for weeks! When it was all over and we had gathered ourselves, we lay side by side on the bed, stroking each other, smiling silly smiles into each other's eyes. Gradually, we dozed off. At five-thirty, the travelling alarm clock went off. I opened one bleary eye, just in time to see my host for the evening standing there, fully dressed in his immaculate parade uniform.
"Right, you civilian shit stirrer, on yer feet." As I clambered off his bed, he threw the remnants of my filthy clothing to me. "Get dressed." He waited while I scrambled into my jeans, T-shirt and pulled on my trainers. I looked at him. "Can I see you again?" "Listen to me, trash. If I see you anywhere near those disused latrines again, you'll be in for the high jump. Savvy?"
He hustled me out of his room and out of the Mess. He marched off to the Guardroom to prepare for defaulter's parade and I wandered slowly back to the car park and my car. I was in turmoil. We'd had such a great night I had assumed he'd want to see me again, but he had rejected me as if I meant nothing to him. That'd teach me, all right. Back to delivering Cokes for the NAAFI - but then I stopped.
"Hell, I've always got my Snowdrop!" With that I got in my car, gunned the engine and screeched off the base towards home.
Laurie Page, June 2007