Seduction
Rumors were flying around the ship about the multi-person jack-off that had taken place the night before, our third night at sea. Everyone seemed to be gossiping about it. I, myself, kept silent because not only had I been involved in the instantly notorious session, I had, essentially, instigated the event.
Our Navy hosts had randomly assigned bunks so that individuals from all the different outfits were scattered throughout the ship, rather than quartered together, I don't know why. This meant that someone from almost every outfit on the ship had witnessed the event, or, even more likely, had participated in it, and was now discussing it with his friends. The gossip was therefore traveling much, much faster than if only one or two outfits had been involved and were now trying to keep it quiet.
Another important reason I was keeping quiet, though, was that when I went in to take a shower early that next morning, I became the very willing "target" of a group of ten sexy guys calling themselves the Wolf-Pack. It was a quick, quiet but very intense orgy, with lookout guards posted outside the showers to prevent interference and to direct early bathers away to other showers. After a marathon of male sex, and without explanation, I was told I was newly initiated into the group. We had then separated before any of my questions could be asked.
Later, at breakfast, I was reflecting on the Wolf-Pack and the exhilarating effects fucking around with them had had onme, rather than thinking about the group jack-off everyone was abuzz over. While I sat trying to eat, guys from my outfit who had heard I was assigned to the notorious quarters kept coming over to question me, wanting to know if I'd seen anything. I played it as coy as I dared and neither confirmed nor denied knowing anything. Their resultant unspoken attitude generally seemed to reflect what one guy said outright to me: "Sure you won't tell me anything, you shit, because you were jacking off with the rest of them and don't have the balls to admit it." But I could live with that.
What truly amazed me, though, was the very large number of men who were genuinely fascinated to learn exactly what had happened. Really dying to know. Somehow, their interest seemed to go way beyond ere curiosity. It dawned on me, as they kept pestering me to tell them what had happened, that they were all just s horny as I had been before the relief I'd received from the night's group jack-off. Not to mention from the orgy with the Wolf-Pack.
Now, on a ship that allowed no one privacy, open talk about a public jack-off was really putting everyone on edge. I had to wonder, once again, why the Military had put us all on such a slow boat crossing the Pacific in the first place. But here we were on the fourth day. I was thankful I'd had the good fortune to join up with the Wolf-Pack, but I wondered how well others would hold up during the next 22 days at sea.
I had learned there were over four thousand soldiers and three hundred crewmen aboard. Well, if statistics are reliable, that meant a hefty number of us was gay. Plus a large number who wouldn't turn down a good blowjob. And possibly an even much larger number who wouldn't protest another public jack-off if it meant getting the sexual relief they all needed and wanted.
I fell into a quiet moment pondering the probable percentage of gays aboard ship, counting silently the ones I knew personally, when suddenly I was startled out of my reverie by a tray being dropped noisily next to me on the table.
"Hi," a friendly, familiar, husky voice said loudly. "What the fuck have you been up to?"
I looked up. It was the handsome, muscular member of the Wolf-Pack who bunked across from me and had been the first to join me in the jack-off. Later he had been the first to fuck my ass in the shower orgy. I was surprised that he approached me so openly, but I was really glad to have a chance to talk to him. I didn't know his name, nor did he know mine.
"Hi," I greeted him. "Come and join me." I slid down the bench and gave him some room at the table. He slid in, close to me, muscular leg pressing against mine intimately. It felt good. We would seem completely normal to onlookers: two friends, one making room for the other, forced to sit at close quarters.
I decided to try to make it easy for him and said, "My friends have been coming up to me asking, 'Jack, what the fuck happened last night?' Everybody's talkin' about some jack-off."
"Yeah, Jack," he said, picking up on my name immediately and sounding like an old friend, "I heard of a couple of things that guys would like to learn about." He grinned, raising and lowering his eyebrows suggestively. It made my heart pound. It seemed so obvious a reference to the shower orgy that I thought he was implying he wanted to discuss it.
"You mean you would talk about... I couldn't finish my sentence. How could I say it out loud?
"Not on your life, Jack," he responded immediately, smiling. "Would you?" he asked.
"Fuck, No!" I answered emphatically.
"Good, good," he said, grinning. "Thought you felt that way, only wanted to be sure. Buck said, 'Jerry, why don't you go talk to him.' So, here I am." It was a clever way to tell me his name.
"Great," I responded, "I've got a lot of questions."
Ignoring me, he asked in a whisper, "Think you can produce someone for us to fuck around with tomorrow in the showers?"
I just stared at him.
"Buck would like you to help us out," Jerry whispered as I stared at him. I was shocked. They wanted me to supply the "target" for their next orgy. It was an extremely licentious idea.
"Think you can?" he asked.
"I'll sure do my best," I replied in a faint whisper, trying to contain myself. It was a real challenge, but I knew continuing as a part of their Wolf-Pack was exceptionally important to me and if this was a test, I wanted to pass it.
"Attaboy. I knew you weren't the type to let us all down." He smiled radiantly at me, whispered, "Same time, same place," stood up, and left. Once again, I felt I was stuck with more questions than answers.
But as I sat there dazed, pondering the difficulty I faced, I suddenly found myself staring at a very handsome marine. It was then that I decided to follow him up on deck.
"The most popular sport aboard this fuckin' tub is playin' Drop-the-Soap," the handsome, young marine was saying with a cynical grin. We were standing together, by ourselves, near the fantail. Because he was so good-looking, I did follow him up on deck hoping to talk to him.
"You must be joking," I said, trying to look scandalized. My approach to this attractive marine was cautious, but it genuinely surprised me how easily he had been drawn into conversation. Even more surprising was how very quickly and effortlessly the talk had turned to sex.
"No joke, man," he replied with a serious expression on his seductive face. "I've been stationed aboard this here troopship for almost a full year, now, and when ya hear showers runnin' at odd hours, it's a good bet someone's bendin' over." He casually groped himself, as if trying to rearrange something in his pants, presumably unaware of the impact the provocative gesture had on me.
"But you must mean only the showers in the crew's quarters, right?" I asked, feeling excited. I began to sense that this guy was the venturesome type I was looking for. "You don't mean all of them, do you?"
"Fuck, man, I mean every fuckin' shower on this whole fuckin' ship. I don't care where the fuckin' shower is. Crew's quarters, troop showers, fuckin' officer's quarters. You name it. You'd be amazed how often I've caught guys fuckin' around." It was his turn to act scandalized, yet I was sure I saw a certain gleam of intense pleasure in his eyes.
"I guess you turned 'em in, huh?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Fuck, no!" he exclaimed, "Why should I?"
"Well, it's your job, isn't it? Isn't that why there's a contingent of marines on board? To arrest people?" I was puzzled.
"We're here to keep order, man the brig if anyone gets thrown into it, and protect the captain if there's ever any trouble. But there's never any trouble."
"What about those guys fuckin' around in the showers? Isn't that trouble? Why don't you arrest them?"
"Like I said, why should I?" he asked, looking me in the eye, acting tough. "No one else ever stops 'em, and they see what's goin' on, too. I'm not the only one, believe me. The brig would always be crowded if we cracked down on every cocksucker we spotted. Since most trips take well over three weeks to reach port, sexual tensions get mighty high at times, I can tell you. I suspect the brass wants us to ignore most of the indiscretions we see, except maybe for out-and-out rape. They probably realize that young men will always find outlets for sexual urges. Sometimes, though..." he paused. A faraway look washed over his face and I realized he was remembering things.
"Tell me," I asked quietly, "just what does happen in those showers?" I smiled slyly, trying to put him at ease.
"You should see what goes on, man. It can be mind-boggling." His face flushed with excitement as he whispered the reply, leaning closer, taking me into his confidence.
"Like what?" I prompted.
Not for the first time, he looked me up and down, apparently liking what he was seeing. His head moved even closer to mine and he whispered breathlessly, "Jack-offs. Circle jerks. More cocksucking than you can imagine. Lots of ass fucking. Threesomes. The works, man. The works!"
"Geez," I said with a sigh.
"Yeah, man," he whispered right into my ear, "if men can do it together, I seen 'em do it. Everything. Even sixty-nining!"
"Sixty-nining?" I questioned softly, playing dumb.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed sensuously, "that's when two of 'em go down on each other at the same time, man." I must have looked puzzled. "You know. They each suck the other's cock in a '69' position."
"Geez you saw 'em doin' it?" It was difficult keeping a straight face.
"Sure, several times. It's quite a sight."
"What do you do? Do you stop them? I guess you don't arrest them." I had to hold back a laugh.
"Naw. I just watch."
"Shit, I don't think I could just watch," I whispered right back.
"Wadda ya mean?" he asked tersely, with a snarl, apparently taking my comment as some form of put down.
"Fuck, man," I told him with a grin, "I mean watching guys jacking-off, having circle jerks, fucking around - I think I'd be tempted to join in. I'm so fuckin' horny all the time, I think I'd at least jack off while I was watching them..." I paused, holding my breath, aware of the risk I was taking in making such an open admission. "...or, at any rate, I'd probably cream my jeans just from watching."
Tension left him. He smiled at me with genuine pleasure, moving his body in even closer still. I had the clear feeling I was turning him on. "To tell you the truth, man," he whispered seductively, "some of them fuckers do look so fine, the thought of joining in has occurred to me, too."
"Joining in..." I said, repeating his phrase as if intrigued, as if thinking about it.
"Well," he added by way of explanation, "I get horny, too, you know."
"Yes, I'll bet you do. Just like I do!" I smiled.
He grinned back. He looked ready.
"I know how we could 'join in,'" I whispered.
He eyes grew wide with excitement and he held his breath waiting for me to continue.
I took a deep breath. "Some guy approached me..." I paused.
He nodded excitedly, encouraging me to go on. I realized that he and I were alike in the fact that, frankly, we were both good-looking. I suspected he had been approached for sex by men as often as I had been. Teachers, classmates, coaches, bank tellers, men giving me rides when I hitched, neighbors, casual acquaintances, family friends, doctors, salesmen, army buddies, sergeants, you name it, I'd been propositioned, and he looked like he'd been down that same road. He might not have taken advantage of the offers as often as I had, but, as we huddled together whispering to one another, he had that exhilarated look of someone who either knew the score or wanted eagerly to broaden his horizons. If this were a seduction, it would succeed. In my experience, no seduction is ever successful unless the quarry wants it to be, and he looked like he wanted it to be successful.
"...this guy asked if I'd be interested in joining a little 'party' he was throwing." We were still whispering, heads together like two conspirators, but at the word "party," which I pronounced with special emphasis, his head pulled back and his eyes grew very large.
"A party?" he asked in an eager whisper.
I nodded.
"Where?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure it's in one of them showers." I grinned.
Fuck!" he exploded. "You mean he invited you to join him in some kind of group sex thing?" His excitement was tangible.
"I'm sure the invitation was on the level," I said, nodding. "He said something about always looking for new meat."
"Jesus! Are ya gonna go?"
"I've been trying to decide," I responded with seeming hesitancy, not wanting to seem too willing. "I'm always horny, and he promised me I'd enjoy myself."
"What was he like?"
"Sexy," was my brief reply.
He looked at me for a long moment, then asked, "D'ya think I can come along, if you go?"
Hooked, I said to myself in triumph, but my expression didn't change. "I'll ask him," I said aloud. "I'm sure he'll say yes. But tell me, did you ever, you know, join in before?"
"No, not really, I'll admit," he said with a serious expression, "though I've had a blow-job or two in my time. You know how it is. But I've jacked off often enough thinking about joining in, and I can tell you, I'm ready to give it a try. What about you?"
"If you're willing, so am I. I'll go find him and ask if you can join us. When can I meet you?"
"I'll be back here just before lunch. Okay?"
"Sure," I smiled, moving away from him. "I'll be back."
He grinned.
"By the way, what's your name?" I asked, still moving.
"It's Dave," he called to me. "What's yours?"
"It's Jack," I said as I moved even further away. We waved at each other and I left to make contact with the Wolf-Pack.
Very early that morning, our fourth day at sea on a troopship crossing the Pacific, I had been the willing "target" of a group of ten men calling themselves the Wolf-Pack. The group especially liked to fuck their targets in the ass, and although I knew nothing about their selection methods, I figured it would put me in good stead with them were I to supply a fresh target.
I had learned that Buck was their leader, and it didn't take too long to find him and tell him of my discovery.
"Christ, Jack," Buck was saying, "it almost sounds too easy. What if this guy isn't on the level? We can never be too careful. You sure he wasn't leading you on?"
"I've thought about it, Buck, and suggest I bring him into the shower alone with me, at first, to see what develops between us. You and the other guys can observe, while making sure we're not interrupted, and if things go as well as I feel sure they will, you can join us, one or two at a time, till we're all humming." I smiled. "What do you think?"
"That's a great plan," Buck agreed, obviously pleased with me. "Tell him to meet you at the shower entrance in the morning at 4am. The shower in D section, not the same shower we met in this morning. Okay?"
I readily agreed, stimulated by the prospect of getting the handsome marine naked, alone, and all to myself. At least for a little while. Later, I went back and found Dave, who readily confirmed his intention to join us.
That night, I tossed and turned, eager for the morning to come with its promise of intense sexual pleasures. Unlike the previous night, I felt no urgent need to jack off. I sensed no tensions in the compartment, either. Jerry, a member of the Wolf-Pack, had winked at me, but then he said good night, rolled over and fell asleep in his bunk near mine.
Well before 4am, I slipped quietly from my cot, wrapped my naked frame with a towel, and headed for the showers, planning to arrive before Dave. Two towel-wrapped figures already stood guard at the shower entrance. I recognized them as Butch and Doug, two big-cocked fuckers from the previous morning’s escapade. I heard a shower running but could not see in because the entrance was maze-like, presumably so one couldn't stare in at and ogle the bathers.
"Your marine got here early," Doug whispered to me as I drew near. "Guess he's horny. He sure looks fine. I think he's a real hot one." He chuckled quietly. Butch rubbed the front of his towel in an obscene manner. I smiled and went past them into the big shower room.
Seeing the naked marine standing there alone, under a water spray, in the bright lights of the big room, took my breath away. His back was to me and I was struck by the breadth of his muscular shoulders, the profusion of muscles on his back, the narrowness of his hips, the bulging of the twin globes of his meaty ass, and the solid thickness of his thighs and calves. He was extremely well developed and his healthy, glowing skin-tones, gleaming with the wetness of the shower, accentuated a superb body. The impact on me of seeing him standing there, naked, expectant, knowingly awaiting sexual adventure, hit me right in the groin.
When I flipped my towel onto a hook, I realized how horny I'd become thinking about making it with this marine. The lust I felt was so potent that, to this very day, I've always had a flashback to this very instant whenever I take my towel off in a large shower room, like at the gym.
I moved to his side and, wordlessly, turned on the shower next to his. I was fairly shaking with excitement.
"Oh!" he said in alarm as he turned to see who was there. Then, he whispered, "Oh, Jack. It's you." He smiled at me. "I got here early. Some of our guys get up real early and I didn't want them to watch me leave wearing only my towel." His smile was radiant.
"Good," I said reassuringly. My guts were churning with desire.
He looked me up and down, carefully, as he had done several times the day before, only now I was nude. His gaze paused, conspicuously, at my crotch. "Wow, that's some piece of meat you've got there, man," he whispered in very flattering tones. My cock was at what I call the tubular stage: not fully erect, not yet pointed outward, just full, long, thick and obviously alive with interest. My balls were up against the base of my cock and their sac was tight with anticipation.
"Thanks," I whispered back, then I leaned forward, blatantly, to get a look at the front of his nude body. He turned himself to face me, exposing himself, assisting my voyeuristic intention.
What a body he had! Besides handsome good-looks and short cropped, military-style hair, he had thick plates of rounded pectoral muscles punctuated by large nipples that were clearly erect, washboard abdominal muscles decorated with manly hair patterns, and bulging long thigh muscles, all serving as splendid scenery for a set of sex organs that made my mouth water. His cock was as thick and as long as mine, but slightly more inflated, pointing at me. His hairless ballsac was extremely large and well filled by two big testicles. As he looked at me, his cock rose swiftly to full erection. This man meant business. That was for sure.
With the same swiftness as his, my cock rose to rigid engorgement. I wrapped a fist around it, sighed, and smiled at him. He instantly followed my lead and grabbed his erection at mid-shaft. "We gonna jack-off?" he asked excitedly.
"Umm, it feels so good," I hummed, beginning a slow stroking. He followed my lead, stroking with full-length action.
"Yeah," he sighed, "it sure does."
I stepped out of my waterspray and moved closer to him. As I moved, he stepped towards me. It was electrifying. Like he knew just what I wanted and was ready to give it to me.
"We can jack off anytime," I said pointedly, in a voice so husky with desire I hardly recognized it as my own.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then dropped his hand from his cock. It stood there, vibrating enticingly, invitingly, awaiting my next move. I couldn't help it, all constraint left me. Here was a young marine offering me a stiff erection for my personal delight. It was one of the best looking cocks I've ever seen. I sank to my knees in front to the young stud in admiration, reaching out, as I did so, to steady myself by grabbing a strong hip. I heard him sigh at my touch.
"Oh, yeah, do it, man," he whispered excitedly as he saw my mouth move towards his stalwart member. My tongue lapped at its thick crown. He hissed with pleasure as I nearly swooned with lust at the heady touch of his masculine staff and at the wonderful taste of him. One touch and I was gone. As he watched, I sucked in that fat glans and lashed at it with my tongue. Instinctively, he reacted by jabbing cock into my mouth. I loved it and sucked for more. With his quick jabs and my skilled bobs, we worked together to get that big thing all the way into my mouth and down my throat, excited by the overwhelming enjoyment of it, but yet taking the time to savor our pleasure.
Dave grunted with every jab. "Christ, look at this," he finally whispered in a passion-thickened voice, "you've got it in down to the balls! Ooh, man, it feels wonderful!."
At that point, all extraneous worry left me. He hadn't tried to set us up, I realized. He was just what he appeared to be: a horny, hung, hot, young marine stud eager to give male-to-male sex a try. So far, he was doing just fine.
Movement at the door to the shower room caught the corner of my eye. I slid my mouth up to the tip of the thick, wonderful cock I was sucking and turned to look at the intruder. It was Jerry.
"Someone's coming," Dave whispered down at my head. He sounded anxious.
"It's a friend," I assured him, coming off the stiff cock. I looked up at him. He smiled reassuringly at me, accepting the arrival of a stranger. After all, he had known that this would be more than one-on-one. We both glanced over at Jerry and were delighted to realize that he was pointing a huge erection at us as he came towards us. "Geez, look at that," Dave said with emotion, staring at Jerry's enormous cock.
"Fuck," Jerry shot right back, "just look at that," pointing at Dave's spit-slick large organ. "Looks like someone's been suckin' on that monster." They grinned at one another like old friends.
"I have," I admitted happily and leaned in to suck it back into my mouth. Dave offered no resistance.
Jerry moved so close that I felt his balls on my shoulder and sensed his pulsating erection near my ear. It was an exciting contact. I heard him say, as I saw his hand disappear behind Dave, "This is a mighty fine ass you've got here, buddy. Mind if I take a taste of it?"
Before a reply could be given, Jerry squatted down behind Dave and sank his face between the bubbles of his round, hard, muscular buns. Dave's reaction was to hiss with excited pleasure and to pull his cock back as he pushed his ass into Jerry's demanding mouth. I flowed with the movement and maintained my deep-throated grasp on that terrific cock. In no time, Dave was writhing with bliss.
Jerry raised himself slowly upwards, open mouth sliding against smooth skin, until he was at Dave's neck. His cock pressed against Dave's butt. "I wanna fuck that fine ass of yours, man," I heard him tell Dave huskily. As I waited to see what Dave's reaction would be, I wondered if Jerry got to fuck each "target" first, just as he had fucked me first. I wanted to remember to ask him about that when my mouth wasn't full.
"I don't know, man," Dave said hesitantly. "It's a virgin ass, and that's an awfully big cock you got there."
I smiled to myself, hard cock still buried deep in my throat. Dave had not said no. Jerry would get a cherry ass to break in.
From his movements, I realized that Jerry was applying some soap to his erection. Then, as he brought the cock around to apply pressure to Dave's hole, I felt Dave's cock stiffen into steely rigidity. I knew then that Dave wanted to be fucked. I hoped it wouldn't be too painful for him.
"Oh, God," Jerry groaned, "what a tight, hot ass." His pressures forced Dave's cock into my mouth to the hilt as I sucked it for all I was worth, trying to pleasure Dave to the point of causing him to ignore the assault on his ass. It seemed to work. From Jerry's comments, the connection was succeeding without too much difficulty.
"Oh!" Dave suddenly cried out. "Oh, look out Jack," he warned, and I knew he was about to come. I slipped upwards on the completely rigid member and caught the first heavenly spurt of his sperm on my tongue. Its taste was glorious. Thick, rich, viscous fluids filled my mouth over and over as I tried to swallow them all without loss. He delivered an enormous volume of syrupy, delicious cum.
"This fucker's cummin', ain't he?" Jerry asked breathlessly at mid-orgasm. "It's causin' his body to tighten up on my cock. It's fuckin' marvelous."
I kept swallowing till finally Dave put both hands on my forehead and gently pushed me back. "Too much, too much," he cried out softly. I yielded up my prize, satisfied with his spunky load.
As I rose from my knees, I watched Dave stare at my throbbing hard-on. He licked his lips. I almost shot my load in response. I grabbed his neck and bent him down without resistance. He sniffed at and then he licked at the leaking head of my cock. He liked the taste, it seemed, for he sucked in the fat cockhead almost as effortlessly as I had sucked in his. This kid liked sex and took to it like a natural.
I grabbed his head and began pumping cock down his throat, looking down at him. But then Jerry's movement's caught my attention and I was amazed to see his long cock penetrating Dave's virgin butt with such power and to such obvious depth. I looked up into Jerry's eyes and smiled. He grinned back at me and said, "Ain't this fantastic?" I nodded agreement, unable to speak. "You really know how to pick 'em, don't you," he sighed with a grin. I nodded agreement again but I flushed to realize that just the day before I had been the one "picked" for full treatment by these horny, sexy guys.
Just as that thought occurred to me, commotion at the doorway caught my attention and I watched as Buck, Butch, Doug and three other completely nude males strode boldly into the showers. What a sexy group of men, I thought as I watched them coming towards us. Each had a developing erection. They were wasting no time.
My heart pounded with excitement. I realized that we were secure within the showers, protected by their screen of guards. It was a heady feeling. Equally exciting was the dawning of the realization that I was now an active part of the Wolf-Pack. I was holding Dave down on my cock as he sucked it. I knew that each and every one of these men would fuck Dave. But then, suddenly I realized I'd be fucking him, too, as part of the pack, and that thought so excited me it put me over the edge. I immediately began blasting off into his hot mouth.
"Ooh, Jack's comin'," I heard someone whisper. My gut-clenching spasms were all too plain to see. Dave sucked me dry without a whimper. He was good.
Buck had come to stand at my shoulder and was rubbing my back and ass with affection. It is difficult to describe fully the feeling I got as I came. Being surrounded by other naked, aroused, horny men during orgasm takes sexual experience to another level. On the one hand, it gives you the sense that you're being judged on your performance, which is wonderful because you receive instant feedback in the form cheers, comments and affection. On the other hand, it gives sex a ritualistic, primitive, almost primeval, sort of tribal impact that is extraordinarily pleasurable. And it produces an incredible euphoria of acceptance. Acceptance as a man, as a human being, as another fucker, just like the rest of us.
As I pulled back, sliding my dick out of Dave's mouth, Buck leaned in and offered his mammoth cock for sucking. Dave quickly glanced up at me as I backed away into a shower-spray, and I saw absolute delight written all over his face. He winked at me, licked his lips lasciviously, and dove onto Buck big cock with enthusiasm. Jerry had just pulled out of his ass and Butch was slipping his fat meat into the freshly deflowered hole, saying, "Keeerist, this kid's pushin' back, wigglin', beggin' to be fucked."
My concerns about Dave vanished. I realized he was, finally, just where he had wanted to be: in the middle of an all-male orgy. Any guilt I might have wanted to dump on myself for the part I played in his seduction would have been wasted energy. Now, as I leisurely soaped up my body, paying particular attention to the reinvigoration of my cock, pulling it, squeezing it, stretching it, pumping life back into it, I had the delightful opportunity to witness a multiple assault by the Wolf-Pack on a fresh ass and mouth from the vantage point of a participant, rather than as the recipient.
The scene was something to behold. Dave's ears were being used as guides by Buck to lengthen the strokes Dave's mouth took in sucking Buck's cock. Buck was hissing a string of obscenities at Dave as his excitement rose.
We were all watching the long tube of Butch's huge cock pile-drive into Dave's muscular ass.
Five excited men were encircling the three as they grunted and strained in their rush to orgasm. The five were all so completely erect that pre-cum seemed to be dripping everywhere.
Suddenly, Butch yanked his thick cock out of Dave's tender ass and sprayed cum all over Dave's back. It was breath taking. Butch's orgasm brought on Buck's, and I thought I heard Dave choke as he tried to handle the copious load of cock juice.
After Butch stepped back, Buck told the next guy to wait and he turned to me.
"You ready, Jack?" he asked quietly. "Look's like there's still lots of life in that big fucker," he added, staring at my erection.
I smiled, feeling suddenly shy while enormously excited. My cock quivered with desire.
Buck saw my reaction and said, "Better get it before it gets too sloppy. You know you don't want to wait until after I've plugged 'im with my big dick." He chuckled.
The others joined in to encourage me with their lusty, good-natured suggestions, like, "Poke 'im good," and "Fuck his brains out, Jack." Having an audience was awesome! I loved it!
Dave pushed his ass back against me as he felt me move in between his spread legs and touch him with the head of my cock. He turned and said loudly, "Give it to me good, Jack!"
"Yeah, give it to 'im, Jack," Doug said huskily, "he really wants it, bad. And what a sweet ass he's got."
The sensations of Dave's rolling ass were electrical. My erection stiffened to its maximum and slowly penetrated into exquisite heat. Tissues pressed and seemed to suck as I entered the well-prepared hole. It was breathtaking. I thought my large size would injure him or cause him to call out, but he just kept straining back at me as I plunged into extreme tightness.
Oh, God, I thought, This is so much better than a blow-job!"
Buck had come to stand at my side to watch, and whispered, "Tight, isn't it?"
I glanced over at him and he saw the excitement written across my features. "God, this is terrific," I said breathlessly.
"Fuck him good," Buck instructed with a grin. It caused me to go wild, almost losing control. I humped and pumped and jabbed and jarred, noisily splattering my abdomen against Dave's firm cheeks, and driving my cock in a deeply as it could possibly go.
Dave grunted and worked with me to make it a memorable fuck.
Comments from the other naked men watching us further inflamed my passions. They said things like, "Wow, look at them go at it!" "Man, these two can fuck!" and "He makes it look so good, I'm about to pop a load just from watching."
Then, in the midst of this heady fuck, Dave reached out and guided the erection of a man standing nearest him to his mouth and began sucking, causing the man to groan with pleasure. It was such a lascivious action to watch that it raised me to that level of lust where my breathing stopped, my hearing was lost, my entire body tensed, and my belly clenched into spasms that helped send jets of my cum up Dave's ass with powerful spurts.
"That's it," Buck almost shouted in my ear, "now, withdraw and show us your orgasm."
Had he just told me to withdraw, I don't think I could have, even though I knew they all withdrew at orgasm to keep the target from overflowing with slippery cum and becoming too messy for further enjoyment by the others. But that he wanted me to show my orgasm to everyone, was, in itself, another turn-on for me. I withdrew and we all watched as spurt after white spurt of hot cum coated Dave's back right up to his neck. It was awesome being watched.
Someone else almost immediately took my place, and I watched with awe as the sucking and fucking continued for the better part of an hour. Dave never acknowledged discomfort, just as I had not the day before. He was where he wanted to be, all right. No doubt about it!
After everyone had been blown and had screwed Dave, some more than once, Buck brought the events to a close with his giant cock by giving Dave the most awesome fuck of the morning. I found myself in a circle of men watching and beating off at the lascivious scene. Buck raised Dave and gave him a standing fuck while jacking him off. It was exactly what had happened to me the day before, but watching it was incredible. Cum dribbled down Dave's chin and his eyes had a glazed look of euphoria. His body was a sex instrument that Buck played with all the stops pulled out.
At the very height of his passion, Dave looked me in the eye and said loudly, for every one of them to hear, "Thanks, man, this is the greatest moment of my life. I'm gonna come, now. Why don't you come with me."
With that we both inhaled deeply and immediately shot cum at one another, splattering each other's bodies. That seemed to set everyone else off, too, and a drenching shower of cum exploded from every direction. It is almost impossible to convey how overwhelmingly spectacular the scene was and how incredibly vibrant it made me feel. Alive, carnal, pleasure-seeking, and established in the group, the Wolf-Pack.
I had thought I had wanted to ask lots of questions about the Wolf-Pack, but as we wound down from such a blissful height, and then broke apart to shower and leave, I realized that questions were useless. This would happen, or not. We'd get together if and when we could. I was content. And glad to be aboard a troopship where, to quote Dave, the most popular game is Drop-the-Soap.
As we were leaving together, Dave whispered to me, "Fuck, I can't wait till next time!" And I knew exactly how he felt.
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