Another Wild Christmas in Reno

Wakeup Christmas Morning

After St. Nick and I finished each other off during the early hours of Christmas morning I fell asleep and began dreaming about Brody. He’d become a big part of my life and had two more months left on his latest deployment to Afghanistan. I dreamed about what it might be like after we got back together being apart for so long. I missed him and his warm body snuggled up to my back on a chilly morning, his hardness prodding my ass.

Suddenly, I awoke around 07:00 hundred hours. My tongue swept around my mouth to discover a slick residue of cum on my teeth. Nick blew his load of sweet nut juice in my mouth, but I hadn’t chased it with a shot of bourbon, thus the leftover. I inhaled the manly scent before me as my right arm swung over Nick’s rump to pull his groin closer into my face.

To my surprise I gotta a twofer Christmas morning. Not only did I grab Nick’s buttock but another rump. Another body snuggled tight into his back. Almost as if our bodies had blended.

My free hand reached for Nick’s six and half inches of hard morning cock; however, another morning wood, a little bigger, peeked out between his legs just below his scrotal sac.

Pleasantly surprised with my find the second cockhead looked familiar. I began to alternate between licking Nick’s magnificent pink knob and Buzz’s larger glans. The bitterness of dried cum evident on both cockheads; however, I couldn’t be dissuaded by bitter taste. Every since that first blowjob as a boy years ago I’d been hooked, giving and receiving oral sex. Since then whenever I had a bedmate I tried to get and give a blowjob every morning to start our day.

For me a good blowjob provided a jump start to begin my day. For me, there’s nothing like warm wet mouth engulfing my cockhead: didn’t make a difference, male or female mouth. Over the years I’d been blessed to have good partners, female and male, old and young, endowed big and small. Another thing I discovered, females didn’t care to give a blowjob in the morning.

To me size of a man’s equipment never mattered as long as I could get the glans into my mouth to excite my senses. The one essential for me, genitals I performed on must be clean. There’s nothing wrong with a little dried cum, however I couldn’t abide foulness of smell or taste. I must say I missed Brody, but Nick turned out to be a great stand-in.

Now you all probably question why a conservative Christian, combat decorated Army Major would enjoy sucking cock or getting his cock sucked by another man?

Since my teen years I’ve enjoyed sucking cock and having my cock sucked as much or more than eating pussy.

Army men and women are people, just like other people in our society who enjoy sexual pleasure. Some military personnel prefer sex with same sex individuals. Army people train harder to kill than make love, therefore society assumes that there’s something wrong with warriors who enjoy engaging in sex with a same sex person.

Why do warriors kill? We do it to protect all people throughout the world so they might be able to live in freedom: free from oppression and tyranny. Free to do all things we take for granted in America; free to suck cock, eat pussy, fuck or get fucked. Okay, so much for killing, let’s get back to sex.    

After a warrior has been in the Army as long as me, waking up early in the morning is our way of life. I lay there on my side for about a half hour with my head buried in Nick’s groin taking in his scent, nursing his succulent knob as well as the one poking out below his nut sac, thinking about my early life and sexual encounters.

As I sucked on Nick’s cock he appeared content, cutting Zs opposite me on the bed in my hotel room. He’d been a busy boy since he arrived in the room on Christmas Eve. We’d all consumed our fair share of bourbon and beer Christmas Eve, before and after dinner. Once Buzz and I returned to my room where we eventually met Nick the three of us commenced sucking each other dry, just after the stroke if midnight.

Staring at Buzz’s behemoth semi erect manhood outlined by the morn’s light filtering through the blinds on the window I began to wonder, how the hell some guys are blessed with such humongous cocks while the rest of us guys average to small.

Buzz had been blessed with one of the biggest cocks and most beautiful cockheads I’d seen in my life, and one of only a handful that presented with perfect cockheads: a ten on the chart one to ten. Like Brody, Buzz’s cock was cut and for my thinking a tad too big.

I’d always preferred circumcised cocks, but had engaged a couple uncut guys. I want to admire the entire cockhead while I suck on it. Me, I had no choice but to be thankful for almost seven inches of cock God had bestowed up on me. Around most guys I never felt short-changed in the dick department; however, Buzz made me feel a little fleeced when it came to the size of my flag pole.

Remembering those glorious days when Buzz and I were school chums what great carefree days those were. We’d lived down the street from each other for as long as I could remember. We played sports, attended the same schools, church, and began puberty and sexual exploration about the same time.

When we began puberty I noticed that my younger buddy began developing in the dick department a little sooner and better than me. At the time I was twelve going on thirteen and Buzz had just turned twelve. We’d gotten together sexually somewhat innocently early in life and before long we began secretly comparing and measuring our dicks on a regular basis while we jacked each other off. Genital growth became competition for us.

After a while the secret mutual masturbation sessions led to oral sex. In high school I enjoyed watching Buzz naked flaunting his rather long flaccid phallus in the locker room and shower. He knew he had it and his size drew looks from others. The immodest Buzz would prance around naked on his way to the shower and back to his locker, his dick swinging between his legs the prominent cockhead bouncing back and forth.

Observing Buzz wasn’t difficult since we played basketball. He played varsity and I played junior varsity. We shared the same locker room and shower. He had visions of becoming an NBA pro ball player, but for me it was just a game. Although good at basketball Buzz never progressed performing in an outstanding manner on the court; therefore, he didn’t get a scholarship to go onto play in college or the pros.

I discovered early on Buzz to be a most proficient cocksucker which led to other things he managed to teach me. Although I’d done well academically I’d only been mediocre at best as far as athletics in school, never a standout athlete. I’d played some little league baseball before high school and then went onto play basketball and wrestle a couple years as well as golf and tennis. Like a lot of teenagers who dream about becoming a pro athlete I just didn’t have any desire in that direction.

I was supposed to accompany my parents the day their airplane crashed in the mountains on the route to Las Vegas. I felt guilty that I hadn’t made the flight. After the crash I didn’t have much direction in my life, so I decided I would go into the Army ROTC program and serve my country after graduation.

Instead of athletics my interests were more in the area of observing other athlete’s hard bodies in the gym along with their genitals when they showered. Maybe my academic background in math and science are what led me to Cal Poly, graduating with a double major and Army commission.

Somehow I felt a sense of guilt that I hadn’t been with my parents on their plane that fateful day, and that my college education had been paid for by the trust fund set by my parents in the event of their death.

A sizeable trust none of which I’d touched. After a day of academics in college I found my way to the gym where I enjoyed watching athletes practice and then shower. That’s how I became a coach’s assistant and stats person for athletic events throughout my college years.

Best part of that job, I got to see different hard-body players in the buff. Because I continued to wrestle, which led to a few sexual encounters, and enrolled in the ROTC program, I took-up weight training.

I discovered during my college days that some guys with well-developed athletic bodies also had interest in sex with other guys, so I took advantage of the situation. We’d meet up and make dates for sex, nothing more. With my early life running around inside my head that morning I rolled up over Nick’s body, prying the two bodies apart to get at Buzz’s behemoth manhood.

Hell the shaft alone filled both my hands with the head still visible. Taking hold of the shaft with my right hand I once again guided the prominent pink glans towards my awaiting warm wet mouth. My tongue began tenderly caressing and circling the spongy cockhead. As I licked around the head I knew from prior experience that I was not going to get the whole cock into my mouth, so I just continued titillating the head with my tongue.

Suddenly, I felt a warm wet tongue licking my cock. Somebody had awoken. I looked down to find Buzz performing on me while Nick continued to sleep. I felt Buzz’s fingers gently pry my buttock apart, letting his finger find my asshole. His finger began to tease my asshole as he had so many times before during our youth. With care I felt the wondering finger slip into my anus.

Buzz found my asshole and nipples to be the perfect field of play back in the day. He would finger fuck me while nibbling on and playing with my hard nipples. He’d make me cum, a powerful orgasm, just fingering fucking me and playing with my nips.

“I’m gonna cum,” Buzz said.

I pulled my mouth off him and finished him off by hand. After he blew his nuts he said, “I gotta go take a shower and then go feed my dog.”

“Okay.”

Buzz got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Once out of the shower and dressed he said, “Don’t wait on me for breakfast. I might be a while.”

“Okay,” I said.

“I may have to take him over to a friend for a couple days for him to dog sit for me.”

“Okay, give me a call and let me know your plans. You’re welcome to bunk here.”

After Buzz left I thought about taking a shower. Before I got to the bathroom Nick, who was awake by then, said, “Come on back to bed unless you want to shower together this morning.”

I flopped down on the bed next to Nick. He kissed me and then said, “I hope you’ve enjoyed Christmas here in Reno so far.”

“Oh Hell Yes!”

Nick crawled on top of me his hot hard cock sandwiched between us. He began kissing on my neck whispering, “You want this?”

“Yeah,” I said. I could feel his hard cock had slipped between my legs and was tantalizing my asshole.

Yes, I wanted Nick’s cock up my ass. Nick continued prodding my asshole when he asked, “You need an enema before we do it?”

“Nah, we got condoms and lube on the top of the dresser.”

I got out of bed to retrieve the items needed from the dresser. While at the dresser Nick asked, “Bring my phone over here where I can get to it.”

Once back in bed the foreplay began. Nick began lubing me up then asked, “How do you enjoy getting fucked?”

“Whatever suites you.”

“No, this is your Christmas gift. You tell me how you like it best.”

I told Nick I enjoyed doing it face-to-face. I didn’t care for rough or long-dick fucking, that I was more of an easy going type. I told him I relished making out and nipple play while fucking. After further explaining my desires while getting fucked I pulled my legs back into my chest, exposing my ass.

“Oh my for an old combat vet that’s one exciting looking asshole.”

With my legs into my chest Nick began pushing more lubricant into my anus before he asked, “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

As Nick put on the condom I thought about the last time I got fucked. Brody did me the day before he deployed. I thought Nick ought to have no problems penetrating me because his cock was not as thick as Brody’s, but it had been months since I’d last been fucked.

“Take it easy entering me…It’s been a while.”

Suddenly, while talking I felt a warm spongy cockhead enter my ass. Nick proceeded to fuck me with easy in and out strokes. His prominent cockhead made me jump and squeal each time it passed over my prostate. He lowered his body onto mine smothering my mouth with his. We kissed soulfully while Nick kept bumping my g-spot producing great physical pleasure.

“Oh baby, make me cum,” I whispered.

Nick nibbled on my neck and ear while tweaking my hard nipples.

“Oh yeah, fuck me, make me cum.”

The more he nibbled and played the more rapidly I was working towards and explosive orgasm. As he fucked me I fucked back becoming more vocal with each pass. I locked my legs at the ankles around Nick’s neck and we fucked and fucked each other. I felt the pressure building, “I’m ready to cum. Fuck me and make me cum,” I yelled.

Within seconds we exploded. Me first and then I could feel Nick cum inside the condom. He continued and easy stroking in and out of my ass. We kissed and nibbled on each other. I could feel Nick’s cock begin to soften. I said, “Don’t pull out…Just leave it in as long as possible.”

Both of us were sweating and breathing rapidly. I felt that feeling I’d missed since Brody left, a sweet feeling. There was cum on our stomachs and chests. Nick, his cock still inside me rose up, smiling at me said, “Merry Christmas Major.”