Warriors Game

This is a fictionalized account of a real life experience.

**46 - Warriors Game

Warriors Game

This is one of those "too good to be true" stories, one you really can't make up. I've had a few times like that but this one ranks up there close to the top. I've created the dialogue as best I remember it but it's not verbatim.

First, I am a great supporter of Wounded Warriors (they tap my credit card every month) but this team is not connected with the Wounded Warriors organization although the men all have combat disabilities. I use that term reluctantly here but I would not dare to call them disabled. The team travels around the country and usually plays against police and firefighters. This was my first time to get to see these heroic studs. I have to say I don't think anyone would be foolish enough to call these guys disabled; if they are then I am sorely ashamed of myself. I would never call them that, and they would probably deck anyone who did. They had made it clear before the game that if they saw that the police or firefighters were playing down to them they would call the game and never come back.

The game was both exciting and awe-inspiring. These guys are awesome. There was one big guy with a regular artificial leg, three with the blade/spring type of legs. And one guy had lost his right arm. He batted with his left and the way he hit the ball was jaw dropping. Of course his arm was the size of my thigh and he had the shoulders to back it up. I thought it was odd with no arm on one side that he had such powerful shoulders and they were both equally well developed. I learned that he works his right shoulder with something he rigged up to do shrugs on that side, and he works that side harder. He could run like hell too, which is, when you stop to think about it, pretty awesome in itself, considering how you normally use your arms to run. He had a big chest too that looked pretty solid.....turns out he keeps his pecs in shape by flexing the muscles all the time. That was an old method of bodybuilding called Dynamic Tension.

There was only one of the guys whose artificial leg seemed to be a detriment. Maybe he was still getting used to it. The blade/spring things, I don't know what they are made of but they can take a beating. ** Our firefighters were in the best physical shape, over the police. They are traditionally in excellent physical shape, more so after 9/11 when they began getting so much publicity. Most of our firefighters are very well built. Fuck, they were HOT. Police were okay but the firefighters do their own cooking and they spend a lot of their on duty time working out. I happen to know one of the cops and one of the firefighters. They are brothers and they used to work for me. (I know the firefighter intimately).

Before the game when they were warming up the women kept going into the dugout and out on the edge of the field. They were especially attracted to the pitcher. I didn't blame them, he was a stud. Some guys sitting close by me said that none of those guys would be sleeping alone tonight.

I wanted to connect with some of the guys and get to talk to them so I wore my Wounded Warriors t-shirt and cap, hoping I would stand out and get their attention. I'd heard from my firefighter friend that the three teams would be partying after the game, and I was hoping for an invite to that party.

It was a wonderful atmosphere. The police and firefighter fans cheered for their own but everybody cheered for the Vets. They were all very competitive but they had a lot of fun out on the field. The firefighters beat the cops, then the warriors beat the firefighters.

Afterwards there were kids swarming all over the warriors for autographs. A lot of adults, too. The firefighters and cops stood around laughing and joking that nobody wanted their autographs. I got several of the warriors to autograph the back of my shirt. It's now a treasure. I was so pleased that they seemed eager to talk to me, no doubt because of the shirt and cap I was wearing. I wanted to talk about their service but they kept turning it around to my service. Hell, I didn't do squat in the service compared to these guys. But that seems to be a trait among all of the younger servicemen. I felt pretty insignificant in their presence.

You can imagine my excitement when they asked if I wanted to come back to the party at their motel. Hell, yeah! I wasn't thinking anything sexual at this point....well, maybe in the back of my mind....but I was just happy to be included to party with these guys. The two brothers, knowing that I was married, they sort of warned me that there would be women there, the firefighters and cops arranged for that for the Warriors. There would be other married men there as well.

The party room was a large suite at the motel with a big living room area with two couches and big chairs, a sitting room with a chair and love seat, a kitchenette, two bathrooms and two bedrooms. The party got underway pretty fast. Iced beer was being passed around out of big coolers, several guys had taken off their jerseys, going bare chested, and yes, the women were there. These weren't prostitutes. Good thing, with the cops helping to arrange it. They were all babes, there for the fun and games....to "support" the troops. Some from the major college nearby. These guys do have a "following" sort of like groupies. There were several other guys like me, civilians.

The ladies were friendly and fun loving, and eager. I saw a couple of the married guys, a firefighter and a warrior, politely decline when the women came on to them. It was sort of a good thing to see but I thought it'd be just as nice to see some action. I wasn't sure that would happen but there was a lot of testosterone in that room so I figured chances were good as the night wore on.

Before long, with a universal buzz on, some of the guys and babes started making out. I didn't know if any of those guys were married or not. Whatever, I was enjoying the scenery. I saw one big, really good-looking guy, one of the warriors, approached by two different women and both times he declined with a smile. Up close I saw that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring and it made me wonder if he might be engaged, or maybe he was just religious. He seemed sort of down, like he was trying to enjoy the party. A little while later I saw him tell one of his buddies goodnight and he left. I asked his buddy if something was wrong. He just said the guy had problems. He didn't elaborate and I didn't ask, but I was curiously concerned; I thought of the high suicide rate among the military lately. It bothered me.

A bit later I asked for the guy's room number, said I'd like to check on him. He hesitated, but eyeing my cap and shirt, he gave me the number but warned me that he might not want to see me. I told him I would take my chances. If he didn't, I wouldn't push it.

"Hold on," he said as I started to leave. He took a six pack of beer out of a cooler and wiped it off. "Here, he might be needing this."

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Dakota."

I took the beer and headed down the hallway. At his room I tapped on the door.

"Who is it?"

"A fan."

Nothing for a moment, then the door opened and he waved me in, although he didn't act too overjoyed to see me. He had shed his uniform and was in well fitted boxer shorts and a T-shirt. He had also removed his prosthesis, leaving a thickly muscled left thigh. He was using one crutch.

"The guys told me to deliver this," I said, handing him the beer.

"Thanks." He tore one off and popped the top and guzzled about half of it before he laid back on the bed, leaned against the headboard. I wasn't sure if he was dismissing me or not. If he was I would leave without question but I didn't want to. Besides admiring these warriors, this guy was pretty hot.

"Mind if I stick around for a little but, if you're up to company."

"Make yourself at home." He motioned to the chair. He wasn't impolite but he didn't sound too enthused about me staying. I thought maybe he just didn't want to admit that he would like company. He tore off a beer and tossed it to me.

It took a few minutes to soften him up and draw him out. I thought the second beer might be helping. We talked about the game, and I turned the conversation to Wounded Warriors, told him I was a great supporter. He told me that the team was not affiliated with Wounded Warriors but he was familiar with the Project and how it helped guys, more than I knew about it before. Then I asked him, casually as I could, why he'd left the party with so many good looking babes there.

"I saw two of them coming on to you," I said, and I was about to ask him if he was engaged, but I didn't get to it.

"I couldn't do `em any good," he said, followed by a long swallow of beer, as if he were trying to wash the words back down.

Oh....Fuck!! It hit me like a sledge hammer, what he meant. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed, and even guilty and a dozen other things that prevented me from speaking for a moment. He didn't wait for me to ask.

"I'm impotent."

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"No need for you to be, it's the way it is."

But I was sorry; deeply sorry. I wanted to cry for this beautiful warrior.

"Why'd you come here?" he asked. He wasn't being nasty, he was simply asking why I'd come.

"I saw you turn down those two babes who were obviously hot for you; I saw you weren't wearing a wedding ring. I thought you might be engaged, or there was a religious thing. Then you left. I asked someone if there was something wrong but he didn't elaborate."

"None of the above," he said. "I'm not what you'd call religious, and it wouldn't do much good to be engaged, would it. Look, I welcome your company and we can talk about anything you want, but we're not going to turn it into a pity party. I'm way past that."

"I don't know how you get past something like that," I said. "Or that," I added, nodding to his leg. "You're a better man than I am."

"I can tell you how. First you get really pissed," he said. "Then you cry and feel sorry for yourself. But there are only so many tears, so you wake up one day and you face it. You're leg's not going to grow back and your dick's not gonna get hard, and you get over it. Or you join the ranks of the suicides. That's not in me. The Goddamned Al-Qaeda wasn't able to kill me; I'll be damned if I'm gonna kill myself."

"You've got more courage than I can ever imagine. I'm humbled by it," I said.

"Don't be. You'd probably do the same thing," he said.

He took a long gulp of his beer. "Modern science; they can give you a new leg, better than the old one, but they can't give you a new cock that works. You'd think they'd work on that," he said with a chuckle." He took another drink of beer. "The doctors have suggested a penile implant but I don't think I'm ready for that. I know it's a last resort but I just can't see myself pumping up my cock like a fuckin' balloon." He laughed, a sarcastic laugh.

I wanted to ask him about Viagra or something like that but I didn't. I didn't feel I was in any position to be offering hi advice. "Well one thing they can't take away from you, you're one hell of a baseball player," I said.

"I was good before, when I was back in high school. I'm better now. More determination. You find a lot of determination when you have to prove something."

I sensed he was really wanting to talk, and maybe it was easier to talk to me, a stranger, than to his buddies.

"It must be hard to have women come on to you and have to reject them."

"Harder than you know." He tightened his lips. "You don't know how much I want to satisfy a woman again. Cause the devil of it is, I still have the feelings and the urges."

"I was wondering......"

"If I was dead down there I wouldn't have the use of my legs. I am very much alive inside. Hell, I can still cum."

"Oh, well, that's great."

He chuckled. "I just can't shoot it where it's supposed to be shot," he said.

I could almost feel the man's anguish through his laughter. I sensed a desperation despite how brave he was. If he still had the feelings....if he could still cum, and he so desperately wanted to satisfy a woman again...well, my mind was working overtime.

"Listen, I may be stepping out of line....you'll tell me if I am....but there's more than one way to satisfy a woman if that's your goal."

"Name one."

"Haven't you ever eaten pussy?" I asked.

"No. Never went there, never thought I'd want to. Have you?"

"Lots of times. I love it. And any woman will tell you that is the best way to satisfy her."

"Oh, really."

"Really."

"What about the horror stories I've heard, about week old tuna?"

"I've never encountered that problem," I said, laughing. "You oughta try it. If you want, I or one of your buddies can probably arrange for one of the babes that were coming on to you."

"I know I don't wanta eat a pussy that half a dozen guys have fucked."

"If we can get you a fresh one......??"

"Lots of luck with that," he scoffed. "I know those guys; most of them will fuck anything that moves."

"Just tell me.....if I can find you one......"

He thought a moment as he gulped down more beer then said, "Sure, okay, knock yourself out, I'm up for anything once."

I went back to the suite. By now it was developing into something out of a group sex porn video, with a live audience standing around. The bedroom doors were open and there were two couples going at it on one of the beds and it had flowed over into the rest of the suite. I wished I had a video camera. It was so hot that I wanted to stay and watch. But Dakota was waiting for me to deliver what he thought I couldn't. I found the guy I'd talked to before about Dakota. He was naked now, leaning back against the wall sipping his beer while a good looking blonde sucked his cock.

"Well, I see things have progressed," I said.

"How's Dakota?"

"Good. He talked to me." I leaned closer to whisper, "Listen, is there one of the chicks here who hasn't been had by half of these guys?"

We were both surprised when the woman sucking his cock raised her hand, without missing a stroke. We both laughed.

"Do you think I could tear her away when you're finished here?" I asked. "For Dakota," I added.

"But....Dakota's......."

"I know."

He raised an eyebrow, with a thoughtful look. "I don't know what you've got up your sleeve but......." He ran his fingers through the woman's hair and gently eased her back off his cock. "Hey, Babe, why don't you go with him, take care of my buddy. We can do this later if you still want to."

Without question the woman let him help her to feet, brushing her hair back from her face. "I'll have to get dressed," she said.

"Just the bare minimum, you're just going down the hall," the guy told her.

Lindsay, the girl, was curious and seemed even anxious as I explained the situation. I didn't know where they found the girls; I later learned that there were always groupies, or followers, at these games and some were reported to be college women. She was sad and disappointed I thought, that I had taken her away from a virile stud with a big hard cock. I'm sure she was also bewildered why I was taking her to a man who couldn't give her the sex she was used to, till I explained it further.

She practically squealed with delight when I told her what I had in mind. "Godd, I love oral! But it's almost impossible to find a real man who'll do it."

"Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure about Dakota. But be sure to point that out somewhere along the way, the real man thing. Won't hurt to feed his ego."

She was suddenly very excited. She asked if it was going to be a three-way.

"No, sorry, I'm happily married."

"Oh. Too bad. But so are half the guys back there," she said.

"But I wanta stay that way," I said. "Besides, this is about Dakota."

"I love that name."

"Tell him that, too."

The door wasn't locked. Dakota was stretched out on the bed, clad only in his snug fitting white briefs. He had removed his shirt, revealing a tight, hard, well-muscled upper body. His muscles looked layered over muscles. He barely acknowledged Lindsay when she came in the room. I couldn't help noticing the impressive, heavy bulge in his briefs and I'm sure she noticed too. When I introduced them she more than acknowledged him and he reached out to take her hand. She took his hand and told him she liked the name Dakota, as he was guiding her to the bed. He laid back on it and she promptly leaned down and kissed him. I think he was taken aback.

"How're you doing, Dakota?" she asked as she trailed her hand across his bare chest.

"Okay." He shivered under her touch when her fingers raked across his nipples.

"That feel good?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Maybe this'll feel better."

I should've left but I lingered.

There were no pretenses; they both knew why she was there. She leaned down and kissed his chest. I could tell she was nibbling on his tits. He moaned and brought his hand up her thigh. Bent over the way she was, I saw that she hadn't bothered putting anything on under the ultra-short skirt, and it looked like she was shaved. I thought I should leave, seeing how they were getting on so well so fast. A moment later his hand moved up between her legs and I heard her soft moan. Part of me wanted to stay. I thought I could have. Dakota obviously didn't seem to mind that I was still there and Lindsay had, after all, asked if it was going to be a three way. But that wasn't going to happen. Besides being married, I wouldn't do that to Dakota. It would be rubbing his face in it, like showing him up to be the man that he wasn't. I saw his thick fingers become very active between her legs, causing her to moan softly again. He was fingering her pussy. When she straddled his chest and his big hands clasped around her sumptuous butt to pull her into his face, I decided to leave.

"I'll leave you two alone," I said quietly. Dakota gave me a wave.

Back in the suite, the guy.....his name was Warren....found me and asked about Dakota. He looked concerned.

"Well, I'll bet she's having a lot more fun that any of these women," I said.

"No shit! What the hell did you do?" he asked excitedly.

"It's not what I did; it's what he's doing to her." I could see he was still confused. "There's more than one way to make a woman happy, and he's doing every woman's favorite." I saw the light come on.

"No fuckin' shit! He's eating pussy? Son-a-bitch, nobody ever thought of that for him! Man, you're a genius."

I laughed. "Not really. It's one of my favorites too."

He waved his beer at the room. "There's still plenty to be had," he said. "Or you can stay and watch. It's a pretty good show."

I stayed around. It was a good show, and I wanted to stick around and see how things worked out with Dakota and Lindsay. Not to mention, Warren was built like a mythical god in a rugged sort of way and his cock was pretty mythical too. I was surprised there was no one taking care of it. I sure wanted to but I didn't know how to approach him. Besides there were guys there that I knew, including the two brothers and I didn't want to expose myself.

It was well over an hour when Lindsay came back, a bit disheveled but smiling. She came right up to me.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed.

"That good, huh?"

"Oh, my Godd! Three big O's in an hour ain't just good. The guy is phenomenal."

Another of the women came up to her. "My Godd, Lindsay, you look like you've been rode hard and put away wet."

"Pretty much," Lindsay said.

"Where'd you go?"

"Down the hall to Dakota's room."

"Well, there's still plenty of prime beef for the taking. If you want some of that stud over there, he is hot as hell. He's insatiable."

"Honey, Dakota, can do more with his tongue than all of the hard dicks in this room combined."

The other woman's eyes lit up. "Oh, no! He didn't!"

"He did. Three times," Lindsay said, holding up three fingers.

"Ohh, lordy, take me to him!" the other woman exclaimed.

Lindsay looked around to where Warren and I were standing within ear shot. When she came over to us, Warren said, "Let Pete go down and check on him first, see if he wants more company."

I went down to the room and tapped on the door. He was still in his shorts.

"Hey, Pete." He sounded more cheerful now. Tired, but cheerful.

"How'd it go?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"I know how it went for her, she's telling all of her friends. How'd it go for you?"

"Had a great time. You might have opened up a whole new world for me."

"That's great!"

"All I have to do is figure out a pickup line to tell a woman I can't dick her but I can lick her," he said, laughing.

"Hell, that is your pickup line," I said. "But right now your reputation is solid. There's another babe wanting to meet you. Why don't you come down and join the party?"

He balked at that; almost recoiled. "No, I don't think so."

"What, and miss a chance to show all the other guys up? All those chicks find out what you can do for them, they're going to be standing in line and those other guys will have to take care of one another."

"I would, but not after all those guys have fucked them." He laughed. "Next time I'll make sure the guys wait till I get all the pussy warmed up for them." He said it jokingly but it was a serious defense against going back to the suite.

I went along with it. "She said you got her off three times. She said you're phenomenal."

"It's just a mindset for me. Back in high school all the guys were fucking girls to get their rocks off. They even admitted and bragged about it. I did my share of fucking too, but all I wanted to do was get the girls off. That was the big turn on for me. It was my way of proving I was a man, which was what we were all doing back then. Those other guys' attitudes were demeaning, I thought. Anyway, thanks for coming up with the idea."

"Can I ask you something?"

"We don't have many secrets, do we?"

"Did she get you off?"

"No, I made it all about her. But then I suppose she was afraid to try, considering I never got very hard."

"You, uh.....said you've got the feelings. And you can cum."

"Yeah. But I wasn't going to bring that up; she would only feel sorry for me."

"I'm not feeling sorry for you," I said in an even tone.

"I never thought you were," he said. He never caught my tone. "Maybe at first, but then you pretty much proved you were just trying to be my friend. I appreciate that."

"I would like to be more than your friend," I said in the same even tone.

He gave me a curious look after he'd taken another gulp of beer.

"I hope you don't get pissed and think I've been deceiving you....I'm bi."

"I see. You're bi and you, uh.....wanta be more than my friend."

I was a little nervous that he was catching on. "I could do something about those feelings if you'd let me."

"I couldn't do you any more good than I can a woman," he said.

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that," I said. "A man sees different things in another man than a woman does."

"What....uh....do you wanta do, exactly?"

"Give you some good head. Make you cum."

He thought for a moment then finished off his beer and set the bottle aside. `All right, if it rings your bell. Bolt the door."

I was nervous as I hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign and closed and bolted the door. I went back and crawled on the bed beside him and laid my hand on his stomach. He felt like cement. I ran my hand up over his chest, squeezing his thick, hairy pecs.

"You've got a terrific body."

"Thanks. It's harder to keep in shape now. You're not so bad yourself."

"Do you mind if I take my clothes off?"

"Be my guest."

I stripped down to my shorts; I didn't want to get naked and look like I was flaunting my big cock, especially when it got hard, which I knew it would. I got back on the bed. This time I ran my hand down over the front of his shorts and on down his leg; the right one. I felt the already hard muscles tense up but I kept feeling the muscles and went on down to feel his stump.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," he said in a croaking voice.

"Please, I want to. I don't find it at all offensive. Please, let me do this," I said as I moved down and got between his legs. I kissed the bulge of his shorts first then began kissing down his thigh. When I reached it I kissed the stump. He whimpered and laid his forearm across his eyes.

"Go ahead, get emotional, but understand, you are sexy and hot as fuck and this doesn't detract from that one damn bit."

I brought his leg up and hugged it with both arms and kissed down the hamstring. Then I put his leg down and kissed back up to his shorts. He wasn't hard but his shorts felt fuller. I wet his shorts before I pulled them down in front. His cock fell out, thick and heavy. I tucked the waistband under his heavy balls and began kissing them. Then I kissed my way up the underside of his cock, admiring it along the way. He was big, at least seven inches laying up across his lower stomach, and thick as a beer can. His cock fit his body. I kissed up along the seminal vein, thinking what a big load he must shoot. At the head I lashed my tongue along the underside of the rim and felt it pulsate. This guy wasn't dead by a long shot. I was hoping I could give him a full-fledged hardon. I worshipped his manhood for a long moment before I finally took his cock in my mouth. Just the head was a mouthful.

"Awww, fuck," he moaned deep in his belly. "Nobody's ever done this before."

"I'm surprised," I murmured.

I pulled his rubbery cock into my throat, all the way, and buried my face in his pubes, rubbing my chin against his balls.

"Ohh, my Godd!" he groaned, and I was so happy when I felt his hand on the back of my head.

I was even happier to felt his cock growing, expanding and snaking deeper down my throat. I held him like that for several minutes, milking his cock with my throat muscles. When I withdrew I was amazed at the length of cockmeat that came out of my mouth and I almost cried over its rigidity. He wasn't bone hard but he was rubbery, like a radiator hose and he'd expanded admirably. I could barely get my hand around it and it stood out of my fist at five inches so he was pushing nine inches total, more if he got hard. His cock was a log. I admired it for a moment then went back down on it. He was big but I was determined to deep throat him. I would've done if he was bone hard.

I looked up across the plain of his hairy deeply ridged abs and his hairy chest to his goofy smile.

"This hasn't happened for so damn, long," he said hoarsely.

I smiled around the girth of his cock. I was so happy for him I wanted to cry. I was just as happy to have his awesome cock at my disposal. I sucked him for quite a while then hunkered up over his waist but my left arm stayed wrapped around his right thigh.

"Can you do pushups?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah, I can do pushups," he said.

"Roll over on top and do pushups over my face."

He wasn't the least bit awkward about rolling on top and assuming the pushup position over me. I took his cock and he buried it in my throat. He seemed to really enjoy fucking my throat, but no more than I did. He also seemed to like to pull his cock free and watch it disappear through my lips. I let him do whatever the fuck he wanted.

It took me a while to work up the courage to say what I said next but the next time he pulled his cock out of my mouth I blurted it out.

"Do you wanta fuck me?"

He hesitated with his cock swinging heavily over my face, still not had but hard enough, I thought. I leaned up and slobbered over the head but he didn't push in again. Good, if that meant he was thinking about it!!

"You'd let me do that; seriously? Man, I've never fucked a guy before."

"I said I'm bi."

"But I don't know if I'm hard enough, or if I can keep it."

"If not, so what, what have we lost?" I said.

"Yeah, then. Fuck, yeah," he said. He didn't waste any time and it was great to see him so eager and confident. He moved down and brought my legs up over my head, bending me in half. I use spit to make his cock slick and the feel of him in my hand made me shiver with the anticipation of having the thick ram plow into me. He took my cue and dropped his own spit into my ass crack. It felt hot on my hole. Then I felt the pressure of his cock against my hole. I reached down to give an assist, sheathing the rubbery meat with my hand to give it more rigidity. After some struggle he pushed through and I felt my asshole burst open. It was like I was losing my virginity again, inch by inch. It hurt but it was a welcome hurt. I owed it to him for all the pain and suffering he'd endured in losing his leg. He buried his cock and bore down on me as it swelled and throbbed inside me. He held us tight for a long moment.

"Geezzussss!" he said quietly. "It's been so fuckin' long! And this is awesome!"

I was glad he thought my ass was awesome and I was anxious for him to use it. I gasped and whimpered when he started fucking me. Having just part of one leg was no detriment. I felt him using it for leverage more than his good leg. He used it like a stake in the ground and Godd, did he plow me. He wasn't brutal, just powerful.

"That okay?" he asked as he pistoned his great cock back and forth.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "It's more okay than you can imagine."

"Feels okay from this end, too," he said. He slowed, then, to a gentler pace. I'm probably being too rough or hard on you," he said.

"Don't worry about that," I said. "You're a powerful man, just be yourself."

I couldn't say how long he fucked me but he made every minute count. I held onto him with my arms around his broad shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. I explored his muscular body, down his back and around to his rock hard butt, and around his thighs. I loved the feel of his muscles rippling. He slipped out once and his face fell but I quickly took hold of his cock and we got it back in and he resumed fucking me.

"Godd, this is good," he whispered in my ear, and I was surprised to feel him nuzzle my neck and then he was kissing my neck. He never actually kissed me--I didn't think he could bring himself to do that--but it was close enough.

"I'm gonna cum in you if it's all right," he said.

"Yes. Put it wherever you want to, inside me, or I'll take in my mouth," I said.

He laughed. "Wow, you give me a hard choice."

It wasn't an announcement that he was about to cum; he was just telling me. He fucked me for a long time after that and I felt his cock go from hard to hard rubber several times. The air conditioning didn't keep the sweat from dripping off his face and I welcomed the salty taste of him. Greedy for more, I licked the sweat off his hairy chest and sucked his nipples. He whinnied and pressed his pecs hard against my face. With his thick cock pounding my prostate I don't think I took a breath that wasn't a moan or pleasurable outcry.

In the end he made his choice a dual one. I sensed that he was about to cum and I clung to him like a life preserver. I am not a small man but he fucked me like I was a rag doll. I felt his cock pulse hard in my ass and the next second he was pumping his hot cum inside me. It was a beautiful moment, a wonderful feeling. Suddenly he cut it short; he pulled out and clambered up over me. I cooperated fully, offering my open mouth to receive the thick, hot ropes of cum. I wrapped my arms around his massive thighs to hold him close. He splattered my face in the process but I got enough in my mouth to cover my tongue and get the taste of him. He remained over me for a long moment while I swirled his cum around the head of his cock, then heaved himself up and rolled to his side. He took me with him, with his hand around my head so I didn't lose his cock.

It's difficult to find the words to describe how it felt to be so thoroughly fucked by this magnificent warrior; how humbly honored I was for him to use my body for his pleasure. I was so wrought up in it that I didn't realize I had cum too till I wrapped my arm around his waist and felt the slick, sticky warmth of my own cum there. I felt guilty and embarrassed that I'd done that. I made the mistake of offering to help him shower.

"I don't need help in the shower," he said. "But you could join me and wash my back if you want to."

"I would be honored."

It was heartwarming to see the complete reversal of his attitude about himself. We got in the shower together and I washed his back. I washed him everywhere and he seemed okay with me washing his right leg, where before he didn't want me to even touch it. While I was squatted down washing his manhood I told him to turn around so I could wash his awesome butt. I was careful to get deep in the crack and he moaned when I touched his hole. He groaned louder when I pulled his butt apart and buried my face in it. I gave him another half hardon which I felt I had to take care of. I ducked through his legs and sucked his cock again. He gave me another load, although not in such great volume as the first.

When we were dried off I was pleased that he seemed in no hurry for me to leave. We lay and talked for quite a while. He told me I'd done him more good than his whole time combined with the shrinks. When I told him I thought I'd better leave he surprised me by saying he would go with me. He put on his prosthesis and we got dressed.

"If word has spread, and I'm guessing it has, the ladies are going to be glad to see you," I told him as we were walking down the hall to the suite.

"I think I'm going to be glad to see the ladies," he said. Then he stopped with his hand on my shoulder. "I wanta thank you," he said, his voice emotional.

"No, you don't thank me," I said sternly. "That was payback."

Then he pulled me into a tight bear hug.

I didn't want to let him go. I wanted to take him back to his room. But we walked on. It was wonderful to see the welcome he got from his buddies and the firefighters and cops. It was more wonderful to see the women who gathered around him. I heard one of his buddies call him "magic tongue." Yeah, word had spread.

The End