On the third night out of port, here I was, tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep. I was too horny. I had gone the last four days without an orgasm, and, for me, at nineteen, this was disastrous. I needed to come. But I was aboard a troopship. There was no privacy. The showers were big, open rooms lined with rows of showerheads and filled with strangers. The toilets had no doors, or partitions either. Privacy was a real problem. I had to envy those fellows who could fall asleep and have wet dreams. I couldn't. Never could. I guess I had jacked off so often, my body insisted I stay awake to enjoy its orgasms. Sometimes, like now, this need for an orgasm made me feel so bad, so randy, so sexually fervent, it felt like I was filled right up to my eyeballs with semen, bursting with cum. You know the feeling. My cock had been rigid for hours, my balls were aching for relief, my nipples were stiff and sensitive, and my mind was fixated on only one thing. Jacking off! But how could I jack off here?
Sleeping quarters on the troopship were huge open compartments filled with small, canvas covered bunks, stacked six high. The quarters were hot, humid, and cramped, with barely enough room between bunks to turn over without bumping the guy above and waking him up. On one side of me, the aisle was just wide enough to walk through if you kept your shoulders turned; on the other side, only a three- or four-inch gap separated my bunk from the next one. I could look out in the dim lighting, it was never really dark, and see past row after row of soldiers on my level, a mid-level, but saw only those closest to me on other levels. Bunk assignments had been given through some sort of bizarre bingo game, it seemed to me. No one in my outfit was nearby, or even in the same huge room. Everyone seemed to be a stranger to everyone else. I don't know if the Navy did this as some sort of perverse joke on their Army guests, or if it was done purposely to separate friends in order to reduce any possible "hanky-panky", or whatever, but it added to the alienation and confusion of the first few days of the voyage, which was doubly difficult because of the high percentage of men who were seasick. Why we were on this troopship in the first place puzzled me. In this day and age, didn't everyone fly? Yet, over four thousand troops and three hundred crewmen were stuck on a non-stop voyage that was said would take 26 days.
I turned onto my back and looked down my body in the dim lighting. My cock stood out through the fly of my army issue boxer shorts and tented the light sheet covering me. It throbbed noticeably. I've got to do something about this, I thought. I looked around cautiously. Everyone seemed asleep. Fuck it! I said silently to myself and slid a hand down under the sheet. As it wrapped itself around the steely shaft, causing a wave of extreme pleasure to surge through my body and causing a tensing of muscles and tissues in anticipation of a good, body-wrenching, cum-spurting jack off, I involuntarily let out a soft sigh. Even above the hum of engines and the constant background noise of mechanical equipment on the ship, I heard myself sigh. Again, I looked around cautiously. Nothing was changed. Everyone seemed asleep, as far as I could tell.
I pumped my cock. A full stroke, tip to balls and back. The sheet moved erotically but I sensed the friction of the back of my hand against the sheet might be heard. I thought it sounded too loud. I also thought it must look like I was waving a white banner, so, with my left hand, I slowly folded the sheet across my body and then folded it again, exposing my fist-gripped cock. It looked good in the dimness. It had been too long since the last time I saw it looking so eager, so ready, and so big. I gave it another full stroke. Geez, that feels great, I thought to myself. And another full stroke. My balls tightened up and felt better, preparing for another memorable release. And another full stroke. My groin felt ready, no longer suffering from the devastating pressures that had been building, but organizing into that cum-blasting power-pack of prostate gland, muscles and tissues which launches semen with such consistent force it always takes my breath away. And another full stroke. Taking my time. Enjoying the jack off. Wanting to hurry in the dangerous atmosphere of the place, but not rushing past pure pleasure. Yet another full stroke.
"Yeah, man!" I heard someone whisper quietly. It would have been a shock had it not sounded so richly sexual! I looked toward the sound. A guy in the bunk across the aisle and up one level was watching me. He was only about three feet away. At first, I saw only his open eyes in the dim lighting, but, then, he shifted his body forward. He was lying on his left side, facing me. His right hand held a stiff erection in front of a muscular abdomen decoratively highlighted with dark pubic hair. His big balls were as tightly compressed against the thick cockbase as were mine. He was stroking the big dick at my leisurely pace, matching me. Watching me. I kept stroking.
I checked the form directly across the aisle from me. He seemed to be asleep. But then, I noticed the fellow on the other side of him watching me, too. He kept hidden from me what he was doing, but he didn't seem to be disinterested in what he saw in my hand. I kept stroking.
I looked to my left. The fellow who was four or five inches from my bunk had turned onto his side, facing me, covered with his sheet. We were sleeping in the military style, head to toe, and his face was down in the shadows. I couldn't tell if he was asleep, but across the aisle separating him from the next row of men, I saw another guy looking over at my cock. As I watched, he threw off his sheet, too, and uncovered a good-looking, long cock which he was stroking at a much faster pace than I was. But I kept stroking.
This was incredible. The Military loathes anything even remotely smacking of homosexual activity, and we all knew it, yet here were several of us jacking off, well, together, in a way. I kept stroking.
With my left hand, I popped the snaps of my skivvies as quietly as I could, opened them, and worked them down onto my thighs so I could fondle my balls. I could only see a part of the guy immediately above the one on the left who was stroking at a fast pace, but I noticed he was jacking off, too. He seemed to be watching the guy across the aisle from me, who was on his same level. I looked back. He was still on his side, pumping calmly, keeping pace with me, but now he was looking over at someone above me. I couldn't see who it was but figured another man had joined us. Then I noticed that the guy across the aisle and down one bunk, was also pumping with me. That meant at least five of us were jacking off together. I kept stroking.
"Beat that meat!" someone whispered out of the darkness. It resounded loudly in my brain, almost causing me to shoot my wad right then and there. I looked around to see where the lusty command had come from, and saw a crew-cut, a forehead, and a pair of eyes watching me from the bunk at my feet. I lifted my head and saw that he was jacking off, too. He seemed to shift his body into better lighting when he saw me looking down at him, proud to give me a good view of his handiwork. I kept stroking.
I moved my left hand to my chest, pinching my nipples and rubbing my pecs. I was really hot, now. Suddenly, I felt a hand slide onto my hip. I sucked in my breath. The hand, from the covered shadow on my left, slid onto my balls and encircled them, tugging masterfully. Firmly but gently. My body reacted by blasting off into orgasm. My heels dug into the canvas; my neck stiffened and pushed my head back into the thin pillow; my buttocks clenched; my lungs filled with air; my abdomen tightened into a ball of muscle as wave after wave of orgasmic power surged through it into my groin; my hand pounded down the rigid shaft, touched the foreign hand on my balls, and I came. Overwhelmingly.
I had aimed my cockhead at my face, or else it was have poked into the bunk above me, and before I could react, the first glorious jet of sperm shot out over my body, passed my face and disappeared into the darkness beyond. I knew the next shot would be as energetic, so I lowered the angle of trajection and felt the second jet splatter under my chin. I glanced to my right and saw that the fellow one level up was shooting off too, and so was the fellow one level down. A quick glance to my left, and I saw both guys across the aisle coming, the fast-paced one still maintaining the fast pace.
The guy in the shadows lifted his sheet, and I let my left hand float over to his balls. Just as my hand enveloped them, I felt his whole being shudder and I knew I had helped bring him off.
As I continued to pump heavy spurts of hot, white semen onto my chest, and noticed that the fellow at my feet was coming with us, I thought, This is fuckin' wild!
Over my head, I began to hear the wrenching sobs of a man in orgasm. I stretched to look behind me, saw a naked foot drenched with my initial spurt of jism, and beyond, an erupting cock being stroked by a loving fist, behind which was a head raised up to watch me.
"Whew!" I whispered in awe, impressed by the visions of men beating off all around me. Although my orgasm was coming to an end, I kept stroking because it felt too good to stop, and because this awful place had suddenly, miraculously, transposed itself into some kind of sex factory.
I looked around. The guy across the aisle one level up was looking away from me at the bunk next to him and beyond. The guys across the aisle from my shadowy neighbor were also looking away from me at distant bunks. I listened intently. It was amazing. Like ripples made by a pebble dropped in a quiet pond, the waves of pleasure were extending outward in every direction, above and below, and all around us. I'm sure not every individual man in the place was in the process of jacking off, but every one of them, who was as horny as I was, was definitely getting his rocks off. Some of them quite noisily.
It made me feel incredibly good to think that, perhaps, I had been the catalyst for bringing all of us this welcomed pleasure and needed relief. I reluctantly withdrew my left hand from the hearty balls of my neighbor. In the darkness between us, I doubt others had seen the connection. After a few moments, his hand withdrew with what I suspected was a similar reluctance.
The noises of orgasms became more and more distant as the excitement washed to the corners of the huge room. As arousing as it was to listen for the telltale sounds, I grew sleepy, finally, and pulled the sheet over me. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I looked up, heavy-lidded, at the sexy guy across the aisle one level up. He smiled and mouthed the words "Good Night". I smiled back.
That night I slept like a log. I awoke with my shorts tangled at my knees, my sheet twisted underneath me, my skin taut with dried semen, and my exposed cock as hard as the steel of the troopship. Half-recalled dreams had been very sexual. I glanced around. Most of the others seemed to be asleep. A few had already left their bunks and were no where to be seen. It was still very early. Idly, I wondered if last night's scene would ever be repeated. My own feverish need for an orgasm had been sated, at least for the time being. Maybe this companionable urge for jacking off as a group would re-occur rhythmically, every three or four days, as others find the pressures growing too great to bear, just as I had. I wondered if, having done it as a group once, it would seem more natural the next time and happen even more openly. I hoped so.
I pulled off my shorts, wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my shaving kit and headed for the nearest showers. The entrance was like a small maze - a polite way, I figured, to make it impossible for men in the latrine to stare into the showers. It was so early that the room wasn't crowded. Eight guys were taking showers off in one corner, in a room that would easily hold forty. I could have been conservative and aloof, staying by myself, but I was in a good mood and thought nothing of joining them.
I went over and took a place next to a well-built man who I thought looked like the guy across the aisle, who'd been the first to join me in the jack off. As the water-spray began, he gave a nervous start and turned his head quickly to look at me. He seemed to recognize me, too, for he smiled leeringly and then shifted his body towards me, granting an unobstructed view of his expanding dick, which was pointing outward, looking puffy and full, floating over a big sac of balls. It wasn't a complete erection, but it wasn't a disinterested little wienie, either. The gesture of exposing it to me that way made me flush all over, and sent a jolt of electric current into my groin.
What the fuck have these guys been up to? I wondered, realizing that as I came in they had all had their backs turned to me.
"How're ya doin'," my sexy companion asked in a deep, quiet voice, like he knew me. He smiled again. He was cute.
I blushed, feeling somehow intimidated and very nervous, and I did something I had never, ever, done before. Something I had been warned never to do. Something I had heard dirty jokes told about. Something I had been told was the worst possible thing you can do in a military shower, especially aboard a naval ship. And particularly standing right next to someone with an erection. I dropped my bar of soap!
I watched the white rectangle slide across the floor and hit the foot of one bather, then veer off at an angle and hit the foot of the nude guy next to him. Then it swirled with the water and circled and circled the center drain until it finally came to a stop. I watched it with my heart in my mouth. Both men who'd been hit by the soap turned to look at me and watch with me as the soap sailed on its circular journey to the drain.
My cute companion followed the entire journey with wide eyes and a big grin, and then asked me, "Don't you know what happens when you drop your soap in a naval shower, buddy?" His husky voice, dripping with innuendo, reverberated in the moist, warm room. All the others turned to look at him, saw him looking at the soap in the middle of the floor, looked at the soap too, and then, every one of them, looked up at me.
He continued, "It's fuckin' dangerous..." He paused, chuckled, and added, "...or dangerous fuckin'!"
"I... Uhm... Well..." I stuttered, feeling absolutely naked, stripped of all defenses, all protection. I looked up from the soap to the two men it had hit. My breath was knocked out of me as I watched them both slowly shift as they saw me looking at them and exhibit erections even more engorged than the guy's next to me. What the hell is this? I wondered. Three more of the men in the showers turned around. Each was showing sexual arousal. Very obvious sexual arousal. Very obvious sexual arousal that was growing even more obvious as I looked at each. I was dumbfounded.
"Better pick it up while you can," the cute guy next to me suggested in his husky voice in tones that carried a sexual nuance but yet seemed somehow comical.
I strode haltingly towards the center of the shower room, feeling lightheaded and more conspicuous than I had ever felt in my entire life. I wondered if I should bend over for the soap or squat down to pick it up.
As I stood over the soap and looked down at it, I had another shock. A greater shock. I saw that I had a hard-on! Not just growing interest, nor pudgy fluffiness, but a full-fledged, straight-standing, no-questions-asked, major hard-on with all its attendant qualifications of rigidity, extreme engorgement, skin-tight shiny smoothness, and throbbing pulsation. One for the picture books. Nothing that could somehow be offhandedly explained away. For how long I had had the hard-on, I don't know. I thought sure my morning erection had subsided well before I entered the showers. I'd been in the army for about a year, and such an unexpected erection in public had never happened to me before. I wondered, briefly, if this had something to do with the overpowering excitement of last night, or the fact that I was here with fellows I didn't know and who weren't in my outfit, but who most probably had been participants in last night's activities, or if these sexy guys had simply turned me on. But, whatever the reasons were, here I was with a whopping hard-on in front of eight men, six of whom were already flaunting equally impressive erections at me.
Another bather stared harder at me as if just recognizing me. "Hey," he said, nudging the guy next to him, "he's the guy I was just telling you about. The guy we jacked off with last night." His friend turned with him. Both had full erections. I couldn't believe it. I guess I would have felt faint if all of my excess blood weren't already in my cock.
With that, I glanced at my husky-voiced, muscular companion. His cock had now risen to its maximum potential, too, looking enormous. He was watching me closely. I didn't know what else to do, so I bent over and picked up my bar of soap, trying to aim my ass away from him, but feeling a ridiculous false modesty. Let him see your ass, if he wants to look, my mind said. As I looked up, he smiled at me. It seemed to me they must have been jacking off together before I came in. They were probably all friends in the same outfit and got it on together once in a while. After all, a group of our guys did it with me, often enough, so why wouldn't they.
I returned his smile, shyly, and backed up to my shower. Everyone was looking at me. At my big dick. I looked down. It was in full glory, undiminished by any emotional reaction taking place in my brain. I reached out to put the soap bar in the dish behind me, not really looking back too carefully, trying to keep a watchful eye on these guys, yet, on a certain conscious level, delighted to see such a splendid array of erections, when it happened again! I dropped my soap!
Every eye in the room watched it fall to the floor, speed across the wet surface and once again hit against the foot of the first guy it had hit, who, wouldn't you know it, was now sporting the biggest, fullest erection in the room. He was very alert. As it slid into him, he caught the bar with his toes!
"Hmmm," the cute guy next to me began, leaning towards me in a conspiratorial manner, "it might be harder to pick it up, this time, man." He chuckled quietly, pleased, no doubt, with his emphasis of the word "harder."
I looked at him in alarm.
He gave me a full-toothed grin, obviously enjoying himself, raised and lowered his eyebrows suggestively, and said, "It's your soap, buddy. If you're chickenshit, you can leave it there. But his toes look clean enough, and you'll be needin' the soap more'n him."
I looked at the soap, wondering why the guy thought I'd be needing it. Then I looked up at the fucker holding it by his toes. He was incredible. A wave of lust surged through my abdomen. He was handsome, youthful, tall, strong and masculine, everything imaginable in a desirable, big-cocked, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, energy-packed, turned-on male. I was excited by him, by the thought of bending down in front of him to retrieve my soap, by trying to imagine what he might do. My cock throbbed uncontrollably as I looked at him.
He smirked at me, noticing the throbbing. "Better relieve the watch," he instructed. He was in charge. Immediately, two of the guys sprung into action and left the shower room. I was surprised and wondered where they were going. Leaving with them occurred to me, but, somehow, I sensed I wasn't going to get out of here that easily. At least, not without my soap.
Almost immediately, a third man went to the doorway of the shower room, while wrapping a white towel around his waist, and took up guard, his back to the entrance, watching me, arms folded across his chest, muscular legs spread wide, a solid barrier to anyone wanting in. Or out. I figured that the other two were somewhere outside, making sure no one would disturb us.
Suddenly, two more men, unwrapping towels from their waists as they moved, entered the room, patting the guard and whispering to him. He grinned. I watched the two move to showers near the man with my soap and rinse off, all the while watching me and throwing boners of their own.
"Didn't I tell you this guy was a hot one, Buck?" one of them asked excitedly, talking to the one with my soap.
Then, it dawned on me. This encounter had been planned. I had been allowed to come into the showers with these guys. Without my even realizing it, I had been passed through some sort of security screen all their own. They were expecting me; in fact, they were getting hard waiting for me to appear. It was more than I could comprehend.
"Tell you what I'm gonna do," Buck, gripping my soap tightly, said quietly, directly to me, forcing me to refocus. "I'm gonna give you one more chance to pick up this here soap."
"Ah, shit, Buck," one of the others said with disappointment in his voice, "don't let this sucker get away. He looks fine. I'll bet he'd like to give us some fun."
"Yeah, Buck," another one said enthusiastically, "we jacked off with this guy last night. He'll be a real sport, I'm sure."
"Yeah" another agreed.
"That true?" Buck asked me. "You jack off with these fellers last night?"
"Well... Yeah... Sort of," I admitted hesitantly. I saw no point in denying it.
"Wadda ya mean? 'Sort of'."
"Well, I was real horny," I reported honestly. "I decided to jack off in my bunk 'cause I couldn't find any privacy, and before I knew it, half a dozen or so guys were doing it with me."
"Half a dozen?" Buck asked, looking hard at me.
"Well, maybe more. Maybe a lot more. I don't know for sure how many. It just seemed to keep going out around the big room."
"And you're the one who started it all?" Buck asked directly, looking somewhat surprised.
"I guess so."
"It was great!" Buck suddenly said in an excited, friendly voice, his manner completely changed. "I heard and then saw what was happening and I got off, myself."
"Yeah! Me, too!" someone else volunteered.
"Me, too," someone else said.
"So did I," another admitted.
"Me, too," another confessed.
"Looks like you really started somethin', last night." Buck smiled. "I guess we all should thank you." He chuckled. The others joined in. It was friendly, somehow.
I blushed, my cock standing firm.
"Like I say," Buck continued. "You can pick up your soap. No hard feelin's, Okay?"
"Okay," I said, relieved. "Thanks. I didn't do it on purpose."
"We know that," Buck said carefully, speaking slowly, "that's why we're lettin' you take it back."
I heard a hum or two of disappointment from his friends. I looked at the soap. It was still held tightly by his toes. I could have it, but he wasn't going to just let it go. I decided the only thing I could do was to go get it, so I moved nervously across the room towards him, my stiff cock preceding me.
He smiled as I neared. His giant cock throbbed as I started to bend down in front of him. Geez, what a sight, I thought, getting closer, almost feeling the heat of it on my face. I reached out for the white bar, almost touching it. He pulled his foot back a few inches, out of my reach. Still bending, I moved slightly closer to him, stretching my hand out towards his foot. He slid the foot back further still.
If I moved any closer, we'd come into physical contact. I turned my head and looked up at him. His cock was just inches from my face, and I was as aware of it as I was of him.
"Remember," he said as he looked down at me from behind the looming cock, "we're lettin' you take it back 'cuz you didn't drop it on purpose, like you said."
His groin inched out towards me suggestively, in a really lewd gesture. The big cock, with its pendulous balls, was a mere inch from my mouth, being offered. Being flaunted. Being proudly displayed. My eyes grew big and my breath left me. Buck's foot inched forward silently. I noticed the movement in his leg, next to his cock, which caused the cock to sway hypnotically a mere fraction of an inch from my face. I was entranced, staring at it like a mongoose in front of a cobra. I lusted after it. Slowly the foot came forward until his leg bumped against my still outstretched arm. I looked down. The soap was inches from my hand. If I reached for it, my cheek would touch his erection.
I hesitated. My head was awhirl. Remember, his voice echoed in my mind. Remember. His foot moved again and the soap was at my fingertips. I carefully encircled the bar, feeling his strong toes under my grasp, and pulled it away from him. He leaned back, away from me.
I stood up and looked him in the eye. He stared back without comment or expression. I slowly squeezed the bar of soap, tightening my fist around it, holding it in front of us so we could all see what I was doing. His eyes grew larger and larger as I squeezed tighter and tighter. Suddenly, the soap spurted out of my hand, splatted onto the floor and skidded off.
Buck made the first move. He reached out and pinched my hard nipple, running it between his fingers knowingly, realizing that it was a source of real pleasure for me. The others gathered around us in a tight circle. "You know, don't you," he said huskily, looking me in the eye, "you're gonna get fucked in the ass, man."
"Yeah!" someone hissed excitedly next to me.
I glanced around quickly. The eight of us were all completely erect. No one was jacking off, but each cock looked like it was set for fireworks, including my own. I even noticed that the ninth man in the room, the guard on the door, had eased his erection out the slit in the front of his towel, and it was throbbing exotically in front of the white material.
"Fucked by whom?" I asked somewhat fearfully, hopeful that some care would be taken so I wouldn't be ripped apart by these bruisers.
"By each one of us. That's whom," Buck answered with a sarcastic emphasis.
"Geez," I whispered, feeling flushed and excited, "I don't know if..."
"Of course," Buck interrupted, "there's always one way out of getting fucked by each one of us." He paused.
"What's that?," I asked nervously.
"If you suck off some of the guys who are waiting their turn, you might spare your ass some effort."
"What do you mean, 'might'?" I questioned.
"Well, some might come in your mouth but then want to fuck your ass, anyhow." He paused. "Or vise versa," he added lewdly.
"Hmmm," I said, fascinated by the predicament I'd put myself into, "who'll be first?"
For the first time, I saw him grab his cock. He waggled it at me, enticingly, lewdly, humping his hips upwards, offering the cock to me silently.
Here we go! I thought, and I leaned down to lick at the thick cockhead and then to suck it into my hot, eager mouth. It smelled and tasted terrific, leaking pre-cum, was even bigger than it seemed to appear, and swelled with pleasure in my mouth.
The ice was broken. The dam burst. A flurry of activity began. A pair of strong hands grabbed my hips tightly. My soap was found and used as a lubricant for the first cock to enter my ass. They were careful about it, moving slowly, allowing me to adjust to the penetration. The guy's technique was to rotate his moist cockhead around the pucker of my asshole, slowly aiming more and more towards the center as he felt my ass respond to his loving assault. Pressures increased. I relaxed and accepted the hard meat into myself. Suddenly, the cockhead slipped in completely. My sphincter clamped down behind the thick flanges and stopped further penetration.
"Oh, man!" the voice of the man screwing me said sincerely, "this fucker is hot and tight! What a sweet ass!" I recognized the husky voice. I was glad it was him.
"Shit," someone next to him said excitedly, "look at that big dick poke into him, there."
Buck put both hands on my shoulders and humped cock into my mouth more aggressively. He was getting even more turned on as he watched his fuck-buddy slowly push the long erection into me. I held onto his heavy thighs for support (after reaching out into his waterspray and rinsing the soap from my hand) and began to administer a first-class, deep-throated, no-holds-barred, blowjob.
For a moment, Buck didn't seem to react to my efforts, but then, suddenly, he let out a heartfelt groan and announced to his friends, "Wow! Is this guy a great cocksucker!"
Almost immediately, two guys knelt down, one on each side of Buck, and studied my cocksucking skill, their eyes bulging in fascination. I bobbed my head rhythmically, getting more and more of the long shaft into my mouth and throat, until, finally, my lips were encircling the base, my forehead pushed solid against his hard-muscled abdomen, my nose in wiry cockhair, my chin pressed firmly against his hot balls.
"Fuck!" one of the watchers said to the other, "Look at this. He's got Buck's big tool in to the bone!"
"Yeah," the other confirmed. "What a sight!"
I noticed they both had started to jack off slowly as they watched, unable to restrain themselves as they witnessed the engulfment of their friend's big dick. The cock in my ass had been eased into me, pulled almost out, and eased back in in the meanwhile. The guy moved effortlessly into a rhythm of fucking that made me feel marvelous, sending waves of pleasure surging through my whole being each time his solid cockhead slid against my prostate gland. I could feel my own stiff rod leaking a heavy volume of pre-cum as it throbbed beneath my bent-over body.
Amazingly, with a huge cock in my mouth and a big cock up my ass, I felt a sense of security. I was relaxed, knowing I was in no danger of being caught in this naval shower. That awareness enhanced the level of my pleasure and, for a moment, I thought I might explode in an unfisted ejaculation. What really happened, though, is that sexual euphoria carried me to even higher planes of real abandonment. I fucked my ass back on the long cock, rotating on and pulling at the hot meat, while I sucked on the thick rod in my mouth with sensual pressures that could not be ignored.
Both men groaned in unison and shot off together. Their humps and grinds as they came lasted an exceptionally long time, but their hearty grunts and sighs told their companions clearly what was happening. Both withdrew simultaneously.
Immediately, and with Buck's comment, "You gotta try this mouth, man," one of the kneeling men, stood up, poking his rod into my mouth eagerly, even before he was fully upright.
"Damn," his friend said, "I was ready to blast off into his mouth." But he kept kneeling and watched me suck in his friend's cock.
Another cock was being inserted into my ass. This time, no soap was used. The semen of the first fuck was more than sufficient lubrication and made penetration rather easy, even for the larger size of the second cock. The second fucker held my hip with one hand as he leaned back, away from my ass and watched, with his friends, as his cock made the penetration. Then he started fucking like a wild man, bucking and pumping, slapping my ass from time to time with the hand he held in the air, and whispering a string of obscenities, like "Take this giant tube, Fucker," "Fuck my big cock," and "Move that hot ass, man." It was like an aphrodisiac to me, making me work harder to give him the pleasure he sought and causing me to suck harder to drain the load from the meat in my mouth. They both came, together, too.
But, as the cock in my ass started to spurt, the guy tugged it free and shot jet after jet of hot sperm all over my back and my ass. The other guys all encouraged him with quiet calls to "pump out that jism, man," and "shoot that load all over this fucker," and the like. It was exciting.
My cock throbbed, now really ready to explode. In fact, I was surprised that I hadn't already come.
Just as quickly, places were exchanged and another big dick was shoved into my mouth, as another fat cock was unceremoniously shoved up my ass. It was great. These guys were overflowing with raw enthusiasm and were coming quickly.
Buck had stayed near my head, watching all the action at both ends, slowly pulling on his still hard meat. He knelt down next to me, watched me sucking for a moment, and then whispered, "What about you, man? You ready to shoot?"
I raised my head up to the tip of the cock in my mouth, looked quickly at him with frenzied eyes and hummed, "UmmHmm".
He saw my eager expression, leaned down on all fours and slid his head along my chest till his mouth clamped down over the head of my pulsating dick. It was startling. I didn't think this sexy, masculine stud would suck cock, especially not in front of his friends. But he knew what he was doing, whirling his tongue around the sensitive cockhead and suctioning energetically to coax out my cum.
He wanted it, and I gave it to him. As I soared into ecstasy, my sphincter tensed, capturing the cock in my ass in a tight, sensual grasp, and my sucking became frenzied. Both guys in me joined my orgasm.
But, again, the cock in my ass was withdrawn to shower my back with hot jism. Apparently, they enjoyed seeing one another's cum spurt out.
Buck swallowed every drop of my cum. Although the group continued to make lewd comments about shooting cum on me and fucking my mouth, and the like, nothing was said about Buck's action. They seemed to ignore it. Maybe they just couldn't bring themselves to believe he really was a cocksucker. Or maybe they felt it was extremely nice of him to help out a fellow who needed to come. I don't know, but I was struck by their lack of comment about his behavior.
In a sexy haze, I took on two more. Rather than weaken me, their simultaneous assaults on my tonsils and my prostate seemed to revitalize me, and I was soon rewarded with a coating on the tonsils and a stimulation on the prostate that ended with quick withdrawal and a hot shower of cum on my back. Yet before I could straighten up and get the kinks out, two more lusty lads were pounding cock into me from each end. They seemed to come faster than the rest, and were quickly replaced by two more, who also got off quickly.
Twelve men had reached orgasm in me, more than the total in the room at the start, so I knew most were taking me on at both ends, and I figured we must surely be reaching the end of this marathon of sex. Boy, was I wrong.
"Relieve Doug," Buck instructed a naked guy whose cock had gone flaccid. The guy left the room immediately.
Moments later one of the two guards that had relieved the two earlier, returned from outside hurriedly, tugging off his towel. He came right over to us. I figured he was Doug.
"How is he?" he asked Buck. I watched his cock as he moved. It was enlarging with every step. I was getting very big.
"Best cocksucker I've ever come across," Buck answered huskily, "Haven't tried his butt, yet, though." He grinned.
"It's a great ass, man," one of the others volunteered, sincerely.
Doug looked down at my face. I had remained bent over, ready for the next round of action and expecting a refreshed attack momentarily.
I smiled.
"How're ya holdin' up?" he asked. "Ready to take on some more cock, boy?"
"All you can feed me," I replied, licking my lips. It amused me that he called me "boy". We had to be the same age. I felt it was his way of being affectionate.
He took my reply as an invitation and moved forward, pressing in between his buddies and grabbing his growing cock to aim at my mouth. It slid in erotically and, for the first time that morning, I had the pleasure of feeling a cock grow stiff in my mouth. The others had been stiff beforehand. It's a great sexual experience to lap at a rising erection with a rough tongue and feel its sensuous reactions as it lengthens, widens, stiffens, pushes inward and fills out. The corona eased out of lengthy foreskin, tasting fresh, masculine and clean. It swelled rapidly, filling my mouth as it stretched back towards my throat.
He humped forward, pumping more into me. He knew what he was doing. I enjoyed the chance to concentrate on one cock at a time and gave him my best efforts, sucking him in deeper and deeper, as the others watched in fascination.
"Relieve Butch," Buck ordered a youthful stud playing with his cock near my face. He moved off immediately.
Here comes the other guard, I figured, but I maintained my attention on the wonderful, big cock I was sucking.
"Relieve Stan," Buck ordered another handsome young man. I could just glimpse his movements as he went over and took the towel from the guard in the doorway and wrapped it around himself.
Stan knew I was keeping an eye out and walked slowly towards me, his solid erection barely swaying with the movements of his muscular body, it was so rigid with anticipation. At the last moment, he veered off and went behind me, grabbing my hips tightly as the others had done and sliding his giant member up and down my ass cleft, enjoying the initial contact and, in the process, lubricating his weapon with the spent cum on my body. The intimate contact felt terrific - almost as good as a fuck.
Movement at the door attracted me, and I saw the guy I figured was Butch coming in. He opened his towel as he caught my eye and danced erotically, sliding the towel against his ass, highlighting the growing erection that was pointing its head at me. He danced his sexy dance right up to me, standing close to Doug, whom I was still sucking.
Stan suddenly pressed his cock into my rectum. It had no trouble entering, but to say that its size didn't cause me some discomfort would be understating the truth. He felt bigger than I had expected. And, once he got going, he was like a pile-driver, pumping a log into me. He was steady, rhythmic, full-stroked, and hot, knowing exactly what pleased himself, but obviously capable of giving me great satisfaction with his skilled, measured talent.
Both of these guys, the one in my mouth and the one in my ass, seemed more mature, more experienced, and bigger, than all the others, except Buck. They both seemed to be enjoying the sexual contact more fully, and at a much less frantic pace.
I relaxed and raised my art to a higher playing level, deep-throating with great strength and technique, fucking with enthusiastic fervor and control. Those watching couldn't help but notice the improvements in our style. Strokes were long and smooth, rhythmic but unhurried, impassioned and powerful. It was a championship effort whose rewards couldn't be put off for too long.
Soon, both started grunting and puffing, sighing and groaning. Orgasm was near for both. And I could have easily dropped another load, myself.
"Fuck," Buck sighed softly, "look at you three go at it! It's hard to tell which of you is having the best time of it. You all look like you're gonna blast off. What a sight!"
"Yeah," someone agreed. "They look terrific."
Butch, who'd been out of the room during all of the fucking, suddenly instructed Stan, "Remember, don't cum in his ass, man. We don't want it gettin' too sloppy in there."
Holy Shit!, I thought, The first guy supplied lubricant for the rest, and now they've been pulling out and pumping cum on my back to keep me nice and dry for the next guy! This is a well-organized bunch of fuckers.
The cock in my mouth suddenly started pumping out huge waves of hot juice, forcing me to swallow fast. Immediately, the cock in my ass started expanding and stiffening, but before I felt an initial spurt, it was ripped out of me. I felt it slip up my ass crack and felt the length of the cock against me.
Then he exploded. I felt the contractions of his organ with my butt. A heavy jolt of sperm splattered against my neck, just below my right ear. Another and another heavy dollop of sperm hit my neck and my upper back. He kept pumping out more as his friends held their breaths in amazed fascination. As the two wound down from the heights of bliss, they slowly pulled back from me.
Immediately, another cock was stuffed into my mouth. It was Butch's big dick. It, too, tasted great. Different from the others, somehow, but sexy and delicious. I decided to give it all I had, trying to regain some of the concentration I'd had earlier, but then everything changed.
Buck moved away from my head for the first time, and walked around behind me. He leaned down upon me, his hot skin pressing against my back luxuriously, squishing spent cum erotically between us, and whispered gruffly, "Now, you're really gonna git fucked!"
He wrapped both arms around me and embraced me, pinching a tit with lusty pressures. One hand reached down and knowingly grabbed my stiff cock. My body tensed, but I kept on sucking. With one hand firmly on my cock, Buck took his other hand and aimed his cockhead at my hole. Insertion seemed to be easy. At first. But he was much bigger than any of the others.
"Oh, fuck!" Buck sighed, "he's still so tight. I thought you fuckers would stretch him out for me. What a hot ass!"
There were murmurs of agreement from the on-lookers.
The corona burst through into me. It felt huge. My sphincter clamped behind it, stopping any more forward penetration. I guess it was making me, and Butch, too, exceptionally excited, because suddenly he started tensing every muscle, straining to get every millimeter of cock into me. After a split-second, he began blasting cum into me with vigor. Only someone who loves cocksucking as much as I do could have overcome Butch's lusty, powerful, uncontrolled, machine-gun rapid shots, and taken every drop of his cum without losing a single sperm.
When Butch pulled his cum-slick cock out of my mouth, Buck straightened me up, his hand still wrapped around my erection. The movement forced more cock up my ass. He humped back and jabbed upwards, and more cock entered me.
"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." he grunted, and with each grunt more and more cock filled me. He was rising up onto his toes to hump cock into me with great straining efforts of all his muscles.
I did my best to relax and welcome the big tube, but it took all of my control.
"Look at that!" someone said.
"Yeah, what a man!" someone else agreed.
Frankly, I didn't know if the were referring to Buck or to me, but I liked the enthusiasm of their comments. The six of them formed a circle with me. They all started beating their meat as they watched Buck pounding mine and trying to hammer his home to the hilt. He was almost lifting me up off my feet on the upstroke on my cock and then pounding me down on his cock on the downstroke, jarring my balls and causing my body to shudder onto his cock, sinking further and further down onto the thick shaft.
I looked at the door and saw the guard, too, was slowly jacking off with us as he watched the hot action.
Finally, Buck hissed, "IN! Man, I'm IN all the way." He groaned. "Oh, fuck, what an ass on this mother."
The others hummed assent, watching the action and revving up the level of their mutual masturbation as they mimicked Buck's fist working my cock.
"Oh," I groaned, able to speak for almost the first time since the fireworks began, "this is fantastic! Oh, what a cock in my ass, man. It's in so deep, I can feel it in my stomach!"
The others grinned and moved in closer, matching the rhythm of Buck's beat, pumping in unison, getting hotter and hotter as they saw viscous lubricant seeping from my cockhead. Buck's other hand roved my body, tugging my balls, twitching my tits, rubbing my pecs, and making me feel terrific.
We moved into an energetic, long-stroked, fuck. He turned us, bent me forward, and showed his friends the sturdy pile-driver humping into me. Then he turned us back and said, "I'm gettin' down to the short strokes, men. Let's all cum together with this guy, and complete his initiation as the newest member of our wolf-pack."
With that startling announcement, he kissed my neck passionately. My eyes closed with pleasure, but I opened them immediately so I could continue to see the meat being beaten in front of me. I wanted to take in everything, not miss a beat.
On another level, I realized the meaning of "wolf-pack" alluded me. Besides German U-boat groups during WWII, I thought, vaguely, I'd heard it was used as prison slang for sexual harassment, or something, and felt determined to find out just what it was I was newly a member of. But the thought was fleeting.
More intensely, the idea that I would have on-going contact with these guys was raising my excitement level to an orgiastic state. My orgasm was at hand. I knew I would be unable to withstand much more of the friction in my ass without shooting off blindly.
Buck seemed to sense this transition and asserted even more control, pumping cock into me on the upstroke of his hand on my cock, and pulling back on the downstroke, just the opposite of what I'd come to expect but exposing my ass to every cubic centimeter of his long weapon. It wasn't three or four more complete strokes before I soared into uncontrolled bliss, energetically spraying out massive volumes of ropy sperm in all directions, hitting three or four of the guys in front of us.
My orgasm did something splendid to my sphincters, muscles, organs, and tissues, for suddenly Buck froze, deep inside me, and every muscle in his body tensed. He came. I felt the thick cock expand in my bowels. After a second shot, he pulled the entire cock out of me with a single stroke, almost devastating me, but at the point of orgasm intensifying my feelings.
He moved to my side to add his semen to the circle. Immediately, the others came with us. Cum was flying up in every direction, spurt after spurt after glorious spurt. I even saw the guard at the door adding his sperm from afar.
The whole thing was wonderful to be a part of. I had never been with such a lusty group of sexy men before. Oh, I'd been in a few circle jerks, but this experience went way outside the league of simple circle jerk. And I'd sucked and fucked before, too, but not at this heady level of open abandon and gang bang style. These men were mature, fit, strong and expert. They knew what they wanted and how to go about getting it, while protecting one another in the process. If I really were a member of their "wolf-pack", I guess I was happy about it.
Buck put his arm around my shoulder and led me back to my shower. Someone had returned my soap to its dish. He grabbed it and lathered my back and ass, gave me the soap and I merrily lathered up his back and ass, too. Then, with the atmosphere changing, we showered together as a group, laughing and talking all at once like innocent kids. The guard at the door joined us, and soon the two from outside came in, too.
After a while, other men started entering the room, bleary-eyed and sleepy, and began their morning showers. Everything quickly shifted back to normal. Or would it ever be normal again? I wondered, feeling like I was a little more grown up.
Nothing was said as we left the showers to go our separate ways, leaving singly as though we didn't know one another. There were lots of questions I was eager to have answered. I wanted to talk, to share my excitement, to learn their names, to know when we'd get together again, but they all just sort of disappeared into the maze of stacked bunks and into the general hustle and bustle of morning routine as it was unfolding. But they couldn't leave the troopship, so I figured I'd be invited back to play, again, soon enough. In fact, I was dead certain of it.
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