I eased into Jorge. Each inch of my cock seemed to melt into his muscular ass as I lunged forward. I watched my cock slowly sink into him. Inch by inch, our bodies fused. I looked down between my legs and saw the base of my cock disappear--warm, hot, tight, smooth, melting - one pleasurable sensation moved quickly to another. My brain struggled to keep up with my body.
As the last inch of my meat plunged, he looked up at me and smiled. Neither of us said a word. It had been nearly six months since we had seen each other in Brussels and the sexual tension was on overdrive the second we spotted each other in the hotel lobby.
He opened his thick, brown legs wide and then wrapped them around me. He locked his heals behind my back. I leaned in and we kissed. I licked the tops of his huge smooth pecs and then returned my tongue to his mouth. I put my hands on either side of his body and worked my cock into him in a gentle cadence. He lunged his hips forward and countered my strokes.
"Mmmmm. I'd almost forgotten how good you feel in me" he said, locking me tighter in his leg grip.
"I missed your skin" I admitted. "You have the smoothest skin. I think about that a lot. I like feeling you next to me".
Jorge dropped his legs to the bed. I leaned up, still maintaining the easy fuck-pace. He reached up toward the wall, eventually putting his hands behind his head, partially flexing his biceps.
"I remember thinking that I wanted to fuck your biceps" I admitted.
"When was that?"
"That first day when we worked out together in the base gym" I continued.
For a few minutes neither of us spoke. We were content to enjoy the rhythm of our fucking. Freed from his leg-lock, I lengthened my strokes, nearly pulling out each time before slowly gliding his hole again with the full length of my rod.
"Yeah, buddy. The first day we worked out arms together. I imagined sliding my cock under your sweaty armpit and having you trap it with your bicep until I shot." I dropped my head and rocked my body back and forth. The walls of his hole enclosing my cock were fire hot.
"I always wondered what you were thinking about when we worked out. You were really quiet. I just figured a jock like you was concentrating on the exercise".
"Sometimes. Sometimes, I concentrated on other things."
"What about now?"
"I'm thinking about how good it feels to be riding your slick fuck hole while looking down at you."
Jorge bore down on my cock. He reached for the headboard and sighed with pleasure.
"You're precumming" I noted.
"You probably are, too" he said with a grin.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of pleasure between my legs. I pulled my cock back, leaving only the head submerged in my buddy's ass. For a few minutes, I fucked him in short jabs with only my cock head. As I withdrew from him, the lips of his hole clamped underneath the ridge of my dick head, and held me in. He worked the crown with the muscles of his sphincter.
"Damn, it feels like you're sucking on my cock head with your asshole."
"I am" Jorge replied. "My ass likes to suck that horse cock almost as much as my mouth. Okay, more." He laughed.
I reached down and took his cock in my hand. Jorge's cock was definitely a grower. From a modest size uncut dick when soft, it expands into a thick, precum slobbering monster. I squeezed it between my thumb and four fingers. I rubbed my thumb in the pool of precum at the slit and then brought my thumb to my nose. I smelled the precum on my thumb before opening my mouth and scraping off the liquid with the bottom of my upper teeth. My nostrils filled with his strong scent.
Driven by the taste of my buddy, I sank my cock deep into him. He groaned.
I fucked him harder. My nuts knocked against the back of his ass. His pecs rocked in time with our fucking. At times, I felt his sphincter gnaw the base of my cock.
"You want it, don't you?"
"Yeah. I do. Fuck me hard, Tom."
I didn't need the invitation.
I leaned over and kissed Jorge, managing to leave a fair amount of my saliva in his mouth. When he pulled his legs up, I anchored my hands on either side of his body and did push-ups in his hole. Eyes inches apart, we stared at each other while I gave his prostate a workout.
I dropped to my knees again. I leaned over him. Jorge reached up and pinched my nipples - hard.
I slapped his hands away and reached for his pecs. I placed each one of his nipples between my thumb and index finger and gave each one an aggressive turn.
"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Harder, Tom".
After a few minutes of rough play with Jorge's nipples, I ran my hands over my own pecs. I taunted my nipples with the rough calluses at the base of my fingers, the badges from years of working out.
I moved my ass back and forth driving in and out of Jorge. He lifted his legs into the air.
Jorge yanked on his nipples.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, Tom."
Jorge straightened his legs out. I looked down at his hard cock.
"You've got a fucking beautiful cock, Jorge. Damn, I missed it."
"Yeah, buddy. Did you miss it? Did you miss it, buddy? Did you miss it as much as I missed yours?
Jorge tilted his head back and jutted his chest forward. I watched his chest expand and contract with his breathing.
"Fuck me".
"I missed your cock Jorge. I really missed it. And, your sweet ass."
The heat in Jorge's hole intensified. His cock head seemed to swell. I knew Jorge. He was getting ready to blast a load.
With my fingers still on my nipples, I fucked Jorge with a loud slapping noise. He took his hands from his chest. His nipples were purple and the skin around his nipples was deep red. For a moment, he held on firmly to my thighs and felt my thrusts. He closed his eyes.
"I love this part of your body" he said rubbing my back and the sides of my ass. "I like feeling you drive down into me."
He moved his right hand between his legs and felt the base of my cock at the edge of his hole. I stopped pumping him and let him explore the intersection of our bodies. When he returned his hands to his nipples and began pulling them out toward me, I resumed drilling him. His eyes remained closed.
His precum coated cock bounced wildly. His pecs continued to keep time with the rhythm of my jabs. I punched him harder. Harder. Harder. My thighs stung with each hit. I imagined my cock as a huge arrow of flesh, the head - the tip - the weapon - plunging deep into my friend. I felt my cock head swell inside of him.
We both moaned.
"Give it to me, Tom. Please. I want it so bad. Tom, Give it to me."
Jorge knew that I was close.
"I want it, Tom. I want it. I want you to cum in me. Please."
I closed my eyes. My left hand pinched my right nipple. I put my right hand at Jorge's hole. I squeezed my middle finger in Jorge's ass, just under the belly of my cock. When I added my middle and ring fingers, Jorge's chest began to heave. With the first blast of his liquid, air exploded from his mouth. He kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming.
"Ahhhhh, Jorge" I yelled as my cock erupted inside him. I rammed my cock into the back wall of his ass, prompting a hot jet of cream from his cock.
"Oh, fuck!"
I backed out of Jorge. A strand of cum connected the tip of my cock to somewhere deep inside Jorge's ass.
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I received a three month reassignment to Camp Butler in Okinawa. I was to instruct officers with the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Forces. Every now and then, the Marines like to shake things up a bit.
Enroute to Okinawa from Germany, I spent ten days in the States. I visited my family in Maryland for a week. My father was sick. He looked like shit. My mother tried to pretend nothing was wrong. She's a bad actress. Like a muscle bound brown angel, Jorge flew from Brussels to Washington two days before my flight to Okinawa. He was spending two weeks at Quantico. I was happy to see him. Jorge knows when I need cheering up. He also knows how to do it.
"I know a guy in Okinawa - old client." Jorge said as he put on his socks. "I'll get in touch with him and tell him you're going to be there".
"I don't know if I am going to have any time for that" I added zipping my pants.
"Just in case, I'll let him know. He's a great guy - a Colonel. Hell, he may be a Brig by now. Met him in San Diego." George looked up from tying his shoe. "He'll go ape-shit over you".
We finished dressing.
"You look hot in that uniform, Major Sanchez."
"And, you look very fuckable in your uniform, Captain O'Neil."
"Thank you, sir".
"You're welcome, Captain."
Jorge grabbed the room key from the night stand.
"It's great to see you Tom."
"I feel the same way, Jorge. I really miss you".
As we approached the door, Jorge turned and looked at me.
"It's not just the physical thing, you know. Hasn't been for a long time" he said looking down at the floor.
"I know", I admitted. "It's not just the physical thing for me, either."
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Okinawa is a subtropical outpost of Japan. Although mountainous and much smaller - narrow and less than seventy miles long - if Japan had a Florida, it would be Okinawa.
When a Marine says that he is going to Camp Butler, what he means is that he is going to Okinawa. Camp Butler is short hand for the bases and installations on Okinawa. I was assigned to Camp Foster, home of the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Forces.
Four weeks after I arrived, I received a note in my mailbox from Jorge's former client, Colonel Ronald Viar. The message was short:
"Capt. O'Neil. Welcome to the Rock. Maj. Sanchez says good things. Come up to Hansen. This weekend? Col. Ronald Viar, USMC, Camp Hansen, Okinawa, Japan."
In spite of what I'd said to Jorge about not having time for sex, after four weeks on Okinawa I was, quite frankly, horny as hell. I'd worked out every day, seen six or seven movies, read three books and definitely improved my bowling score. However, by the time that I received Colonel Viar's note, I was ready to put my hands on some balls that were smaller, warmer and hairier.
Other than the topography, there's another thing about Okinawa that is definitely not like Florida. With the exception of the occasional drunk, drugged out or confused driver, Floridians do not as a rule drive on the left side of the road. After about fifteen minutes on the road, I stopped counting the near misses with other cars, motor bikes and pedestrians. To make matters worse, my government vehicle refused to go above forty miles an hour. I received the Okinawan equivalent of "the finger" at least ten times.
I let my cock head do my thinking. I told myself that a night with Colonel Viar would be worth the hassles I encountered on the trip.
Upon my arrival at Camp Hansen, I wasn't so sure.
"Colonel Viar, Sir" I said upon meeting him. I saluted.
Colonel Viar was a tall man with very short blond hair, graying on the sides. He was fit and looked to be about sixty years old. I estimated his weight at around two hundred pounds. He had a ruddy complexion with a thin scar that ran from his right eyebrow back to his ear. On his left forearm was a somewhat faded tattoo of the Eagle, Globe and Anchor, the Marine Corps emblem. He had big hands.
"Captain O'Neil. You're almost an hour late."
"Yes, sir. I got lost, sir."
"Lost, Captain O'Neil?"
"Sir, yes. And my car wouldn't go over forty miles an hour, sir".
Colonel Viar looked me over, from my shoes to my hair. He didn't say a word.
I felt stupid giving excuses for my being late. Lost? A member of the Marine Corps lost on an island only a few miles wide? Yes, I felt stupid.
"When was the last time you were on a firing range, Captain?" Colonel Viar asked, abruptly changing the subject.
We got in Colonel Viar's car and drove to the camp firing range. A young Range Officer set us up with ammunition and pistols. I selected a M1911A pistol. Colonel Viar requested a new Beretta.
"Ever fired one of these, Captain?"
"No, sir, I haven't".
"Go ahead. Take it. Its going to replace the M1911".
I put the M1911 down. Colonel Viar handed the Beretta to me.
The gun looked small when it was in Colonel Viar's hand. It looked larger now that I was holding it. I examined the gun for a few minutes. I felt its weight.
"You first, Captain".
"Yes, sir".
Standing, I aimed and fired a round into the target. All but two of my shots hit the center mark.
"Very good, Captain. Very good."
"Thank you, sir." I holstered my gun with a wide grin on my face.
Colonel Viar fired a round. Each shot hit the center target. After removing the headset, Colonel Viar gave me a self-satisfied look.
We fired a few more standing rounds and then fired a few rounds prone. My marksmanship improved. By the time that we checked our equipment with the RO, Colonel Viar was definitely in a friendlier mood.
"Even though Major Sanchez gave me a description of you, I still expected a devil pup when you arrived, Captain. I was wrong. You're an Iron Mike."
"Thank you, sir."
From the driving range, we headed to the officers' club for a drink. We took seats at a table with two other officers. Colonel Viar introduced me to the other two men. After two rounds of drinks, Colonel Viar and I left. On the way to his house, neither one of us said much.
"My wife's in Honolulu" he announced as we pulled up to the house. "My daughter is having a baby. Her fourth".
Inside the house, we were met by a compact, muscular, young Japanese man in his early twenties.
"Captain O'Neil, this is Kenta". Colonel Viar spoke to Kenta in Japanese. Kenta bowed. I bowed in return.
The few times that I had been invited to the houses of officers at Camp Foster, the domestic employees had been, without exception, older Japanese women. Kenta was a pleasant surprise.
After a few words in Japanese from Colonel Viar, Kenta disappeared down a long hallway.
The Colonel's house, situated at the base of a range of low hills, looked like it was lifted, walls, floor, furniture and yard and all, from a suburban Orange County, California neighborhood and dropped on this small island. Crossing the foyer from the front door, I could see a pool surrounded by lush landscaping through the windows in the living room. Colorful paintings hung from the white walls.
Kenta reappeared and stood.
"Anything to drink, Captain?"
"No, sir. I'm still feeling the two I just had".
"I have a soaking tub in the bonus room" Colonel Viar said, referring to the pool house at the back of his yard. "Why don't we get comfortable"?
"Yes, sir."
"And, you can stand at ease, Marine."
"Yes, sir". I smiled. When Colonel Viar returned the smile, my cock began to move in my boxer shorts.
"For today, call me Ron. I'll call you Tom".
I nodded.
The Colonel spoke briefly to Kenta in Japanese and then looked at me.
"Follow Kenta. He'll get you set up."
I nodded, consciously avoiding saying "yes, sir" again.
I followed Kenta down the long hallway and into a bedroom. On the bed was a green kimono. Kenta picked it up and handed it to me.
"Thanks".
"You are welcome".
"Oh, you do speak English. I thought you only spoke Japanese." I responded.
"Thank you very much. You are welcome".
We both laughed.
"Okay. I get it."
Kenta stood and watched as I undressed. As soon as one article of clothing had been removed, Kenta folded it and placed it in a drawer. When I stood dressed only in my boxer shorts, Kenta eyes were fixed on me.
I dropped my shorts to the floor. Kenta eyed my cock and balls.
"Thank you very much" he said with a smile.
"You are welcome" I said, noticing the lump in the crotch of his green pants.
Dressed only in the robe and a pair of rubber soled flip-flops, I met Ron by the end of the pool closest to the house. He was dressed in a kimono and holding a drink. We walked to the pool house together. With towels slung over one arm, Kenta opened the sliding glass door. Inside, in the middle of the room was an oak soaking tub about six feet long, three feet wide and three feet deep.
"I had to have it specially made" Ron said as he touched the side of the tub. "It's a couple of feet longer than the normal Japanese soaking tub. My legs needed a more room."
Ron took off his robe. He had little body hair naturally. On the other hand, he had shaved off all his pubic hair around his cock and balls. His cock was thick, long and white, except the head, which even soft, was deep purple in color. Folds of foreskin stopped at the ridge of his cock head. Even his shaved ball sack was a deep ruddy color. After four weeks of involuntary celibacy, the colonel's hefty cock was a very welcome sight.
"Ever soaked in a Japanese tub, Tom?"
"No." I paused trying consciously to avoid the word "sir".
"Come on. Get in."
I stripped off my robe and stood naked. Starting with my chest, Ron surveyed my body with his eyes.
"You a definitely an Iron Mike, Tom" he commented, using a nickname that used to be given to a Marine who received a perfect score on his PFT, a physical fitness test that measures, among things, a Marine's endurance and strength.
"Hung, too" he added.
"You, too, sir - I mean, Ron."
I took a seat in the tub on a small wooden bench that was submerged in about two feet of water. Colonel Ron took a seat opposite me on an identical bench.
"How's the water feel, Tom?"
"Nice. Not too hot".
"Some Japanese say it has to be real hot, almost too hot to stand. For me, I like the water to be around body temperature, no more than one hundred degrees".
"Feels perfect to me, especially on my cock and balls."
"Your balls are your body's temperature gauge". Ron splashed some water on his face. "What do you think of Kenta?"
"He seems to be a great guy" I answered not really knowing what to say. "Very well, built" I added.
"He was a gymnast in college in Naha. He's has tremendous strength, especially in his arms. Even the name â€'Kenta' means something like â€'well built' in Japanese. He's a great kid and like most of the young ambitious young men on Okinawa, he wants to move to Tokyo."
I extended my legs toward Colonel Ron. He stretched his legs out and rubbed his feet against the outside of my ankles. I looked up and grinned. I could see his cock swaying between his legs with the motion of the water.
"So how is Jorge?"
"He's doing well. Still in Brussels."
"Still hot as hell"?
"No. Hotter."
"Did he tell you that we met in San Diego?" Colonel Ron edged his ass off the wooden bench and kneeled in the tub in front of me.
"Yes. I used to kid him about being a Hollywood Marine."
Colonel Ron reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. I looked down in the water. I reached out for his cock, took it in my right hand and began moving his foreskin back and forth over his purple cock head.
"He was just a kid from some small town in New Mexico when we met. The first time we met for sex was in a motel in Oceanside. He was scared shitless".
"Hobbes" I said feeling the underside of his cock with my fingers.
"What's that?"
"He's from Hobbes, New Mexico".
"I remember."
Colonel Ron closed his eyes, leaned in and kissed me. It was the kiss of a man hungry for another man.
My response telegraphed my own craving. I moved my lips over his as if to draw his entire face and body into mine. I moved my tongue into his mouth and he pushed back with his. Breaking from our kiss, Ron pulled back and licked my lips and chin. His hand moved from my cock to my balls. I lifted on leg onto the bench to give him better access to my nuts.
He took my balls in his hand and began pulling them downward over the edge of the bench.
"You ever fuck him?" Ron asked.
"Yes, sir. Yes, Ron." I responded as he released my balls.
"Has he ever fucked you, Captain?"
"No. Not yet."
"He likes to get fucked" Ron added.
"Yes, I know".
I imagined Ron fucking Jorge. I reached under Ron's balls and fingered the dense ridge of his ball sack.
I slipped off of the bench onto my knees and faced him. We kissed and pulled on each other's cock. When Ron began feeling my chest, I rested my ass on the heels of my feet. The tops of my pecs were just above the surface of the water; my nipples were submerged and erect with the excitement of sex. I ran my hands over his smooth chest and gently pulled his nipples. Despite the warmth of the water around us, Ron shuddered with the touch of my fingers against his nipples. Both of us seemed electric, like the ends of two live wires.
Ron stared into my eyes.
"I want to suck your cock".
I nodded.
I moved to the side of the tub and sat on the top rim, my feet on the submerged wooden bench. The edge was only a couple of inches wide. My nuts fell against the inside tub wall. I hung my ass off the back. My cock stood in front of me.
Ron moved forward on his knees, stopping at the edge of the bench. He stretched his arms outward grabbing the sides of the tub. He looked up at me and then moved his head toward my waiting meat. As he lowered his head, I squeezed my sphincter, sending spurts of blood into my cock. My cock head knocked against my stomach with each heart beat. The tension in my shaft was almost painful. I spread my thighs open wide and felt his warm mouth engage my throbbing cock.
I placed my hands lightly on the back of his neck. He coated my cock with his spit and then kneaded the top half with his lips. After a while, he was able to fit most of me in his mouth and down his throat. I lost time as I watched his head bob up and down in my lap.
When he pulled back, his face was flushed. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath.
He returned his mouth to my cock and sucked me for another few minutes before leaning up.
"My turn" I said.
We traded places. When Ron was in position, I pulled his foreskin over his purple cock head and stuck my tongue in the well of skin. Pushing the skin back, I feasted on the head. Ron's cock had great mouth appeal. It was at the ideal stage for sucking - fat, fleshy - not quite hard, easy to manipulate with my tongue and lips. When I let go of his cock to lick his balls, his cock fell toward his left leg. When I was ready to blow him some more, I ran my tongue up his thigh to his waiting cock.
I moved my middle finger under his balls and then to the edge of his hole. He scooted forward on the rim of the tub, inviting my finger to explore him further. I continued to give him head while my finger strummed the outside of his hole. I pushed my finger in him, past the first knuckle, sensing the blood thickened firm lips of his ass around my digit.
I glanced to my right and saw Kenta standing by the glass living room doors, naked, stroking his cock. I said nothing to Colonel Ron.
I stood up. Ron dropped his ass back into the tub, reached for my cock and began sucking me again. I pinched my nipples. Looking back over my shoulder, I could see Kenta still in the living room window registering his enjoyment of our exhibition with the rapid jerking of his cock. My desire for Kenta - and Ron - or just my craving for sex took possession of my entire being, body and mind.
Ron rose from the tub. He put his arms around me and kissed me.
"You're a horny fuck, aren't you, Tom?"
"Just like you, Ron - a horny fuck."
Ron grabbed his cock and balls in his hand.
"You like my cock. Yeah", he shook his cock and nuts at me. "You like this daddy meat, don't you?"
I watched the water drip from the head of his cock. "I do. I like your cock, sir".
"You got one impressive piece of artillery between your legs, too. Like Jorge told me, you are one hot fuck of a man". While holding his cock and balls in one hand, he put his other hand on my ass and spread his fingers wide.
"Let's fuck."
We rinsed off together in an open shower at the back of the pool house. He ran his soapy hand over my asshole several times. I soaped up his cock, pulling it out toward me. We continued to talk as he took a bar of soap and rubbed it under my balls.
"Ever had sex with a Japanese man?" Colonel Ron asked.
"No, not yet".
"They're good. Confident. And, real sticklers about being clean before fucking."
"I'll remember that" I said, thinking about Kenta. I looked toward the living room window. There was no sign of him.
"Turn around" Colonel Ron ordered. "Stand with your hands against the shower wall."
I turned around and stood with my arms stretched in front of me, hands on the wall. Ron started washing my back.
"Incredible ass."
"I didn't get that, sir--Ron. The water drowned out your words".
"I said that you have an incredible ass, Tom. I noticed it at the shooting range when you were on your stomach".
"Thank you."
"Nice and fuckable".
He pressed his cock into me while he washed my shoulders.
"Nice and hairy, too" he added.
He pulled me toward him. I lowered my head and let the water rush over my neck and shoulders. When the soap was gone, Ron kissed the back of my neck. The kisses became small bites.
"Let's head in".
We got out of the shower and dried off. We put on the kimonos. Our desire for sex was apparent through the shear fabric of our robes.
Inside the house there was no sign of Kenta. However, his work was apparent. In a bedroom, towels and several bottles of lubricant in a basket were set on the bed. Bottled water, two cups and lit candles had been placed on a nightstand.
I opened my robe and lay on my back and played with my balls while he watched. Standing by the window, his robe open, he stroked his cock in my direction. The sight of his body, framed by the open panels of the kimono stoked my desire.
I lifted my legs. I pried my ass open, giving him a clear view of my cock, balls and hair-lined asshole. His cock swelled. When he moved to the edge of the bed, my nostrils filled with the scent of testosterone.
Colonel Ron kneeled at the edge of the bed, placed his hands under my back, lifted me and hungrily devoured my ass. He was as starved for sex as I.
He got on the bed on all fours. He pushed his mouth down on my cock. His balls hung above my chin and mouth. After sucking my cock for a few minutes, he sat up. I placed my hands on the sides of his smooth ass and brought him down to my mouth. I savored his hole. He pulled on his cock. His balls bounced against the top of my chest.
"I want to suck your cock" he announced.
He rose and began to position his head between my legs.
"No." I interrupted. "I want to face fuck you".
There were four pillows on the bed. Since there was no headboard, I propped the first pillow at the end of the bed against the wall. I piled the remaining three pillows against the first.
"Sit with your back against the pillows".
He obeyed.
When he was seated with the pillows propped behind his back, I moved to my knees and then stood up. I reached down and put my fingertips against his lips. He kissed the tips of my fingers several times and then opened his mouth and took in my index and middle fingers. He closed his eyes and suckled my fingers like a greedy pup.
I withdrew my fingers. I tea-bagged my balls and pressed them against his mouth, nose and eyes. He turned his face right to left and back again, over and over, as if to cover his face with the scent of my balls. He tilted his head upward and I rubbed my balls on his neck. He opened his eyes and looked up at me.
Looking into his eyes, I reached down, forced his mouth open and pushed in my cock. I pumped him, gently at first, then harder. He tilted his head back against the top of one of the pillows and welcomed most of me into his mouth and throat. When he coughed, I backed up, but only temporarily. He reached around me and put his hands on the back of my ass, attempting to control the pace of the face-fuck. He couldn't. Despite his grip, I maintained control. Eventually, he surrendered, dropped his hands to the sides of his body and opened the back of his throat to take in as much of me as he could.
I backed off once - when he gagged. When his throat was clear of saliva, he parted his lips and I retook his mouth and throat.
The force of the face fuck shoved the back of his head downward into the pillow. Without withdrawing, I dropped to one knee, trapping the top of his head between my body and the wall. Colonel Ron placed his hands on the back of my ass and felt the rolling motion of my ass - like the unhurried ebb and flow of waves on a beach.
Back and forth, in smooth undulations, I force fed him my meat. Spit flowed freely from the sides of his mouth.
I moved back and rested my ass on the back of my foot.
"You need a break?" I asked.
"No" he answered.
I leaned in and kissed him. While our lips touched, he spread out on the bed and I lay next to him. I reached around him with one arm as we continued to kiss. Without breaking stride, I mounted him. I pressed my cock into him, letting him know that I desired to fuck him. He pressed his groin into me in response.
I leaned up onto my knees and reached for one of the bottles of lotion left by Kenta.
"I don't think I can take your cock" he admitted.
"Then how about if I ride yours" I responded. "Would you like that, Ron?"
"Hell, yes".
He started to move.
"Stay there" I ordered. "I want to ride you".
I drenched his cock with lotion. I stroked him for a couple of minutes, studying the size of his meat. He reached between my legs and placed his hand on my cock.
"You're really hung" he said. "Jorge can take this thing?"
"And more" I said laughing.
I squeezed out some more lubricant from the bottle and stroked his cock with it. I rubbed some of the lotion over his balls.
I straddled him.
He ran his hands over my thighs.
"You could lift an MTVR with these legs".
"Let's hope I never have to" I added.
I raised my ass, positioned his thick white cock at the edge of my hole, and began my descent. It had been a long time since I had been fucked. But four weeks without sex took the edge off the pain of the colonel's dick as it disappeared in my hole. I reached back and felt his lube-slick balls as the last inch moved upward into me.
I put my hands behind my head and moved my ass against him. My cock bobbled between my legs.
"Ahhh, yeah" I signed.
I moved up and down, back and forth. Colonel Ron poured some lubricant in one hand and then rubbed his hands together. I thought he was going to stroke my cock.
"This ought to make your ride smoother" he said rubbing the lubricant where my thighs met the sides of his body.
I leaned down to kiss him. He raised his head upward as our tongues met.
I rocked back and forth on him, like a ship in high seas.
"Turn around" Ron ordered.
I rose, freeing myself from his rod. I turned around, put the bottoms of my legs under his, and positioned my ass over his cock. When I reached around to guide his cock into me, he stopped me. He grabbed his own cock and placed the head at the edge of my opening. With his cock in place, he put his hands on the sides of my ass. I bent forward slightly and took him into me.
"That's pretty" he commented as I began rocking back and forth. "That's real pretty".
I put my hands at the back of my neck and rode him.
"Your back is phenomenal" he commented. "The way it meets your ass in a "V".
With my hands behind my head, I flexed my back muscles. Colonel Ron punched me harder. I flexed my biceps for him, feeling the tension grow in his groin. I reached back, clasped my right fingers in my left hand and flexed my triceps. I felt the colonel's hand caress the muscles in the backs of my arms.
With my hands still clasped behind my back, Colonel Ron grabbed my wrists. He jabbed his cock harder into me as his hands tightened around my forearms. I wanted to stroke my cock, but I couldn't.
Ron used my arms as if they were reins. He pulled them back, limiting my ability to move. The tops of my shoulders began to ache. He thrust his hips into me, moving his groin up and down, striking deep inside me with every upward salvo.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, Tom" he yelled just before releasing my arms and grabbing the sides of my ass. I moved my ass back and forth across his groin. When he began shooting, he held on to the sides of my ass with unexpected strength preventing me from further movement.
The sounds of his cumming could be heard throughout the house.
With my arms free, I stroked my cock. Ron kept attacking my ass, slamming into me with each cumshot.
When it was plain to me that he was spent, I rose from his cock. My retreat from his long rod caused the first discharge of my load to become airborne.
"Damn, boy" Ron noted from behind me. "I think you scored a direct hit on the light fixture".
I was still cumming when I turned around. I pointed my erupting cock at the colonel. The final blasts of my load splattered against his stomach and chest. He fingered a pool of my white liquid from his stomach and brought his finger to his lips.
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We had dinner prepared by Kenta and, after nightfall, we sat by the pool and talked about the Marine Corps and other subjects. Around midnight, I sat sprawled on a thickly cushioned lounge chair while Colonel Ron massaged my legs. Eventually, he jerked me off as he jerked himself off.
We woke up around six the next morning. Kenta was already there fixing breakfast when we both walked into the kitchen, dressed only in the thin robes. I had already figured out that the Colonel's sexual proclivities made no difference to Kenta. I also suspected that Kenta and the Colonel had their own secrets.
He handed me an envelope with money as I got into the car.
"Don't get lost, Captain."
"No, sir, I won't sir."
The next day, I mailed the contents of the envelope to my mother.
A couple of weeks later, I spent the night with Colonel Ron again. The next day, Kenta took me to a deserted beach, a rarity on a small island with over a million residents including twenty thousand Marines.
The colonel's wife returned from Hawai'i a week later.
I never saw the colonel again. I did see Kenta twice before returning to Germany.
Steve | Oct 7 2008 5:15PM
My rating:
Great Story. All of the townhouse stories are A+
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