It’s September, 1990. My best friend Junior (18) and I have started Grade 11.
When we weren’t working at our part-time jobs at Burger King this summer, Junior and I spent most of the time riding our bikes to go swimming in the lake, meeting our buds at the pool hall or movie theatre, and on Tuesday nights when our folks were bowling at their mixed league, watching Junior’s dad’s porn.
Mr. Giancolo had an eclectic collection of porn, including the classics Debbie Does Dallas, Debbie Does Dallas 2 and 3, The Adventures of Buttman, Taboo, Taboo 2, Pretty Peaches 1 and 2 and my favourite, we called The Captain.
The title character, The Captain, is a busty blonde that captains a Love Boat type passenger ship run by a busty female crew that gets fucked and filled by a group of big-dicked horny pirates that take over the ship. In the final climactic scene, all the pirate men join their leader on the bridge where they take turns using, abusing and filling every hole of our insatiable busty blonde Captain… three or more at a time.
I wanted to be the Captain… or, at least get fucked and filled like her.
Junior and I had a routine: I would pop in the Beta video tape. Eventually our cocks came out. Then it progressed to me sucking his horny teenage cock. Then, we would fuck until I was filled and covered in cum.
At 18, Junior, was growing fast. His voice is lower than mine, he is taller and hairier than me, and his cock seems to have doubled in size during our summer of fucking.
Although I was the same age (18), I still haven’t developed the same yet. I’m still 5,6”, smooth, and have not started my growth spurt that every zia promised me was coming, as they pinched my cheek and said I was too skinny and urged me to eat more of Nonna’s pasta. But because I was a competitive dancer, I am fit, compact, solid and round in all the right places.
Junior liked to practice fucking my gay “ass pussy” so that he could master it before he could actually start fucking a willing girl. Besides, Mr. Giancolo told him that he should try to keep filling my faggot hole as much as possible, so that he wouldn’t get a girl pregnant. Which was fine by me.
This summer, we also hung out with second year university athletes, Leo and Diego (both 21). They had moved in 2 houses down from Junior and we would often work out with them in their garage gym. One night, kickboxer Diego caught Junior pounding me behind Junior’s shed in the back yard. So of course, later, Diego and I had our own private garage workout which involved me performing a naked strip tease and Diego pounding me.
That night I told Diego all about Junior practicing on my faggot hole (even faggot pussy was good for fucking), and us watching Mr. Giancolo’s porn. I told him about The Captain and I admitted to really liking getting fucked, which pretty much led to our one-on-one fuck training.
After our… workout, Diego had given me homework. See, Diego had his own box of porn and so he tossed me a VHS tape of my first gay porn with wrestlers sparring (which turned to fucking) on a wrestling mat.
I had since returned that tape and had been assigned more… one with college dudes taking turns fucking their professor, one of a 70’s prison with dudes fucking in their cells and one where army privates were used and shared by their swollen, muscled superiors, with an American flag in the corner of the commander’s office. Most of Diego’s movies featured this young lean pornstar, named ‘Stonie.’
Stonie is at least 18, with a tight lean physique and round, bubble ass.
He is in full military fatigues, black leather boots and army hat. He is standing at attention.
Lieutenant, who is much older than Stonie, and much thicker, in his khaki army pants and white tank top is sitting behind a desk. He has glasses on and a salt and pepper moustache. His tan hat is on the desk, just before the corner with the American flag.
“… and your commanding officer caught you getting fucked in the barracks!” Lieutenant barked. “Do you have anything to SAY about that, Private?!”
Close up of Stonie’s face. “No, SIR!” Stonie yells.
“I should throw your ass out of here and send you back home, faggot…,” Lieutenant scolds, getting up from the desk and walking towards Stonie.
Close up of Stonie’s face profile, looking off to the left side of the screen.
Lieutenant’s profile enters from screen left, two heads taller, looking down at Stonie.
“… but, private, I’m going to FUCK it instead,” Lieutenant spits.
Stonie, looks up into Lieutenant’s face.
Cut to Lieutenant’s POV of Stonie, looking up at him.
Cut to Stonie’s POV of Lieutenant, looking down at him. Lieutenant licks his lips and dips toward the bottom right of the camera.
Lieutenant and Stonie are locked in a deep kiss. Their tongues flicking and lapping at each other.
Lieutenant grabs Stonie by the throat and pulls back to look at him.
Stonie stops, holding his tongue out.
Lieutenant sucks Stonie’s tongue into his mouth and almost seems to swallow Stonie’s chin.
Not only did the new gay porn pique my interest in wanting more anal play (I mean, with all the ass eating!), but what I also couldn’t get enough of was… the kissing.
All the gay porn Diego gave me was filled with lots of ass-eating, yes, but ALSO with lots of kissing… man on man (sometimes on man) wet and passionate hunky-man-make-outs.
My encounter with Diego in the garage included my first world shattering, tongue sucking, mouth spitting, horny-teenager-on-man, make out… that made me blow my load, hands free, very early on in the fuck.
Ever since then, I couldn’t wait for Diego to kiss me again.
When September came and we all started school, Leo and Diego were back at classes too. Leo was pretty much always around and with our school schedules starting again, that left any garage workouts for pretty much on the weekend only.
“Hey,” Diego whispers one rare week night we found ourselves in the garage, as Leo and Junior are bench pressing at one end, “What are you doing this Friday night?”
“Homework,” I answer. Half-meaning school work, but mostly meaning watching whatever gay video he will send me home with later.
“Fuck that,” Diego says, “bring that ass pussy over. Leo is leaving Thursday night for a 3 day away tournament. We will have the house to ourselves.”
“Okay!” I softly squeal excitedly.
“Okay, Coach,” Diego orders, smacking me on the ass. It took all my will power not to lean closer and stick out my tongue for him.
Stonie pulls away from Lieutenant, “Permission to suck your dick, Sir?”
“Permission granted,” Lieutenant responds, “On your knees, Private!”
Stonie, pulling off his shirt, drops to his knees and starts to pull down Lieutenant’s fatigues.
The camera moves closer Stonie’s face at eye level to the Lieutenant’s waist; the Lieutenant’s dick bounces out of his pants. Stonie smiles.
Pulling it a few times, Stonie looks up at Lieutenant and smiles.
“Well, soldier,” Lieutenant barks, “Show me what you were doing in the barracks.”
Stonie starts to lick and suck on Lieutenant’s semi-cock.
The camera cuts farther away. Stonie is shirtless on his knees and Lieutenant pulls his white tank off while he watches Stonie suck and pull on his swelling member.
The camera pans to the right towards the office door.
Colonel, opens the door and noticing the scene, pauses for a second, then closes the door behind him.
“What is going on here, Lieutenant?” the Colonel says.
Colonel is even older than Lieutenant, maybe in his 50s. He is tall, well over 6 feet, and has grey beard stubble and is jacked, defined muscles straining his tight uniform. He’s holding a clipboard and file folders.
Stonie doesn’t stop sucking, as Lieutenant turns his head, “Private has been servicing our men in the crew’s quarters, Sir… I had to see what he is doing for myself.”
“Well,” Colonel says, putting his paperwork down and taking off his army hat, “the quarterly reports can wait until we’re done here.”
Colonel starts to undue the buttons of his decorated dress shirt.
“Now just what were you doing to our servicemen, soldier?” the Colonel asked Stonie.
I started preparing myself on Thursday night. After I had a big bowel movement, I did a DEEP clean in the shower and then later that night in the bidet. I didn’t have any breakfast, and in the shower Friday morning opened up and fucked myself deep, no problem. I made sure to have a light lunch, and was drinking coffee.
Although Junior and I were in the same grade, we totally ran in different circles. I took all the ‘Advanced/Enriched’ classes and hung out with the theater/music/student council nerds, and Junior had all ‘General’ level classes and spent most of his time in the smoke hole (the corner of the school where the heavy metal/punk rocker kids would hang out, and would smoke). We rarely hung out, or even spoke to each other for that matter, at school.
The day DRAGGED on and I found it hard to concentrate, instead dreaming about kissing Diego… and getting spit and slapped by him too. My heart raced and my cock pulsed whenever my mind wandered.
Colonel has his shirt off and his blue dress pants undone.
Stonie fishes Colonel’s cock out of his pants. It flops out, semi-hard, but thick and swelling.
Close up of Stonie starting to tug and lick Colonel’s plump and growing member.
Close up of Colonel’s face, watching Stonie,
“That’s it, son,” Colonel says, “That’s a good soldier.”
Lieutenant shifts closer and shoves his hard cock into Stonie’s face.
Cut to Stonie holding two hard cocks at eye level, taking turns sucking one then the other.
“Rickie… Rickie!” Ms. Romano, my math teacher barks, pulling me back to reality. “What did you get for this equation?”
“Sorry, miss…,” I say, shaking my head and composing myself, “… um… x equals 2.364,” I answer.
“Very good,” she says, looking at me sideways and sensing something was up with me, as she turned back to the blackboard problem.
After class, I hurried to my locker and got what I needed for play rehearsal. No dancing tonight, but I’m planning to go straight to Diego’s when I’m done with rehearsing the school play in the drama room.
As soon as rehearsal was finished, I thought it best to do a quick check in the bathroom, just in case I had to go home first for some pre-freshening up. I ran upstairs to the less trafficked, second floor boys washroom. It was close to 6pm and everyone should mostly be gone anyway. I closed the bathroom stall, spit in my hands and shoved my fingers down the back of my pants. After fingering myself a bit and satisfied, I opened the stall door just as Junior bursts into the bathroom.
I immediately stop as he pushes by me, whipping out his dick and aiming an aggressive stream of piss at the urinal.
“Ahhhh!” he sighs, turning towards me. “I had to go SO bad.”
I laugh and watch him piss.
After a few last shakes, and with his dick still in his hand, Junior turns from the urinal and points it at me. “Come on, fag. Suck it clean.”
Biting my lower lip, I turn to the door but figure I’ve got time for a quick blow job. I’ve been horny ALL day.
I drop to my knees and swallow his cock. I’m sucking and pulling on him like an insatiable cock slut. Like it’s the last cock I will ever suck.
“Fuck Rickie,” Junior moans, unable to say much more as I slurp and gag on his now sloppy hard wet dick.
I am deep throating him hard and my spit is everywhere. I pull away and gather some of my spit and with one hand slip my hand down the back of my hands to find my hole.
As I undue my grey school uniform dress pants, kick of my shoes and gather them around my ankles and kneel back down, the bathroom door opens and Rodney, with his big gym bag and basketball shorts yells out into the hall behind him, “… yeah man, catch you tomorrow!”
Rodney is in Grade 12, Junior’s sister’s boyfriend, is over 6 feet tall, and is one of our high school’s basketball stars. Not only did he and some of the team get in on watching Mr. Giancolo’s porn with us on Tuesday nights this summer (including my favourite, “The Captain”), but one weekend from the backyard Rodney watched me suck Junior off in through the basement window. And a few weeks after that, at a sleep over at Junior’s before a camping trip, Rodney cornered me in the bathroom and fucked me while everyone was asleep.
Junior has time to whip around to face a stall and pull his pants up, but I don’t move.
Rodney, turns around to see me on my knees with spit dripping from my chin. My pants are pulled down and I have one hand rubbing phlegm in my hole. Junior’s back is to him, standing at a urinal, holding his hard wet dick, pretending to piss.
“Are you guys fucking around?” Rodney asks, taking in the sight.
Junior turns around to see Rodney walking over to us, dropping his gym bag and pulling out his own cock. “I want a turn.”
As soon as Rodney’s close enough I grab his cock and start sucking on his balls.
“Fuck yeah, Rodney, give me that cock,” I say in between swallows.
Junior, shaking his head in disbelief, turns slightly and I reach for his cock again. On my knees, pulling and sucking on two fat teenage cocks, I look up at the boys and say: “Fuck me like the Captain, guys.”
Stonie is on his back on the desk, his head back over the edge.
Lieutenant is fucking his face and Colonel takes one of Stonie’s ankles and places it over his shoulder, spreading Stonie’s legs.
Close up of Colonel’s rubbing Stonie’s hole with his fat cock head.
Close up of Stonie, swallowing Lieutenant’s cock, his balls hitting Stonie’s chin.
The camera moves over the Colonel’s shoulder, as he slowly slides his fat man cock into Stonie’s young hole.
Close up of Colonel smiling: “That’s a good soldier,” Colonel says, “Take your commander’s cock.”
Lieutenant pulls his cock out of Stonie’s mouth.
“Yes, Sir!” Stonie says, before swallowing Lieutenant’s cock again.
I’m tugging on Junior’s cock, while I’m slurping on Rodney’s dick. I pull away and turn to Junior’s cock.
I spit all the phlegm I’ve built up on Junior’s dick and work it in with two hands. I turn my back to Junior and I reach over and drag Rodney’s gym back behind me.
On my knees and taking Rodney’s cock with two hands, I look up and back at Junior. “Fuck me,” I say turning back to sucking Rodney’s dick. Rodney has his hands on his hips and watching me on my knees on the bathroom floor.
Junior kicks off a sneaker and pulls his grey uniform pants down, so they bunch around one ankle. He kneels down on the gym bag behind me and rubs his dick in my crack.
“You’re such a slut, faggot,” he says and punches my hard ass. PUNCH. SLAP. PUNCH.
Finding my hole with his dick, Junior pushes hard and his dick rams me, so I lift up off my knees to escape the sudden ripping feeling. But Junior quickly grabs my waist and my neck, pulling me back into him.
“Ahhhh!” I scream, taking a break from slurping Rodney’s cock and turning back to him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Junior barks, “This is what you want, isn’t it faggot boy?”
Junior is holding me still as he starts to pound me… no slow start, no warm up, just starts pumping.
“Ugh…. Ugh…. Ugh…” I grunt, taking every thrust, and with Rodney’s dick down my throat.
“You want to be shared and FUCKED just like the Captain, right?” Junior spits, a tinge of anger underneath his hate fucking me, partly from jealousy from sharing me with Rodney, and the rest from the obvious fact that this was not the first time I’ve sucked Rodney’s dick.
I’m looking up at Rodney and watching him watch Junior hate-pound me. He’s mesmerized, but I’m not sure if he’s impressed with how well I’m taking it, or with how hard Junior is giving it to me.
Junior finally can’t hold it in anymore. “I’m gonna cum you fucking faggot!.... ARGGGGGH!... ARGHH!… ARGH!” SLAP! PUNCH!PUNCH! SLAP! SLAP!
There’s a pause while Junior catches his breath. I can feel his wet cock brush the bottom of my cheek as Junior, finished, pulls his dick out of me. He stands up and shuffles almost beside Rodney.
“Suck it clean, fag… I gotta go,” Junior orders.
I take Junior’s slimy cock and start to lick wash him clean.
“Fuuuuck,” Rodney finally says, his cock in his hand now free from my mouth, “… shit, I came in here to piss…”
Rodney, watching me enthusiastically suck Junior clean and get drunk off the taste of teenage drummer spunk mixed with my ass, steps towards a urinal and aims his cock. He doesn’t stop watching us as he pisses.
Sitting back on my knees and finishing sucking Junior clean, Junior smacks my face away. “I gotta go, fuckers,” he says. Pulling his uniform pants up and tucking his spent dick away, he turns to Rodney before he goes.
“It’s your turn,” Junior says, “… Make sure to nut in his ass-pussy… Faggot pussy is still pussy, right.” And after pulling on his one sneaker, leaves.
Sitting back on my knees and squeezing my hole tight so I don’t loose any of Junior’s nut, I stand up and face the urinal next to Rodney. Resting my elbows on it, I bend over and stick my ass in the air.
I reach back and stick two fingers in my hole. “Junior lubed me up… Please fuck me, Rodney.”
Rodney doesn’t hesitate and jumping behind me spreads my ass cheeks. I pull my fingers out and with two fingers, spread my hole for him. Rodney spits on my hole, then spits again and rubs it a few times with his fingers. He guides his still wet cock to my wet stretched hole. I feel the head of his dick find my ass lips and I pull my ass cheeks apart with my hands, arching back into him.
His cock slides in slowly. “Ahhhhhhh,” Rodney sighs, savouring the feeling of entering me.
I watch him in the sink mirrors, his hands on my hips and his head back, as he starts to fuck me slowly. I’m cum-wet and just-fucked-open and it’s not long before his thrusts become deeper and harder.
He puts his hands on the walls above me and leans in, “That’s a warm, wet, hole...” he whispers.
I’m impatient and want him to go faster, so I start to push back and forth into him myself at a faster speed. “Ohhh,” Rodney moans as he leans back and grabs my waist, but standing still so I can fuck myself.
Even though I am fucking myself faster, I’m still not satisfied.
I put one of my socked feet on the bottom of the urinal lip next to me and manoeuvre us so that I can put my other foot on the ledge of the next urinal. In a deep plié, and because he’s so tall, I’m the perfect height to push against the urinals and squat up and down on his long, hard, cock.
“FUCK!” Rodney says, guiding me by the waist. Holding on to the exposed urinal pipes above, I slam hard against him standing behind me, my taut round ass bouncing against his hard athletic stomach. He’s hitting me deep and I’m so open and wet (and a bit more experienced since our first fuck) that I can tell Rodney is going to cum soon.
Still holding my waist as I fuck myself, Rodney leans in to me, “Faggot pussy is the best… Argggggh!” he hard whispers.
After a few more squats, Rodney stifles his moans as he holds me still. I squeeze my glutes and feel his rock-hard cock spasming in my ass and I know he’s filling me.
SPAM.SPASM.SPASM…..SPASM…..spasm…spasm.
Rodney doesn’t move, but has his nose snuggled against the back of my neck, catching his breath.
I make sure to squeeze my hole more as he finally starts to move back, his deflating dick sliding out of me. A few drops of cum, land on the floor and I try to squeeze my hole even tighter, catching more in my palm as I shoot one hand underneath my dripping hole. I take the load to my mouth and slurp it up.
I turn around and drop to my knees. It’s Rodney’s turn to now be tongue washed clean.
“Ohhhh,” Rodney shivers as he continues to watch me suck and lick his sticky, slimy cock.
When I’m done, I sit back on my knees and look up at him. Rodney bends down and pulls his basketball shorts up.
“Faggot pussy is the best, huh?” I ask from my knees, licking my fingers.
Rodney giggles and not knowing what to say, awkwardly grabs his gym bag and heads for the door. “Fuck off, … Captain,” he jests smiling, and leaves.
I take a second and compose myself, and finally get dressed. After washing my hands and my face, I pull out some mints and straighten my school’s uniform summer polo collar and head out to grab my bike and go to Diego’s.
***
I rode as fast as I could to Diego’s place.
Diego wasn’t in the garage working out, like I expected him to be, but the garage door was open and the door into the house was always unlocked. I sailed into the garage and leaned my 10-speed against the wall. Dropping my backpack next to it, I made my way into the house.
“Diego?” I called, flicking off my runners.
“I’m upstairs!” he yelled back, “Come up here.”
Stonie is on his knees on the desk chair, his armpits over the back of the chair, blowing Colonel.
Lieutenant is behind Stonie, pounding his little round ass.
Cut to close up of Colonel, watching Stonie suck his fat man cock.
Cut to an over the shoulder shot above Colonel. Stonie, his eyes wide and looking up at Colonel, is slurping and swallowing Colonel’s dick.
Close up of Lieutenant. “Yes, soldier… Take my cock… Good boy,” Lieutenant said.
The camera switches to a close up shot of the Lieutenant’s cock sliding in and out of Stonie’s hole.
SMACK!
Lieutenant hits Stonie’s round ass, as both his holes are being stuffed.
I make my way upstairs.
Diego is in his bedroom looking at himself in the mirror. Other than his white socks, Diego has a jockstrap on and a baseball cap. He turns it on his head, lip backward, then twirls it back to the lip in front and holds his arms apart like he’s flying, assessing how he looks.
Turning to me he says: “Perfect timing! Here, put this on.”
Diego throws a package of underwear at me. “BIKE Jockstrap. Boy’s, Large.” I take the jockstrap out of the package and unfold it. It looks very small, compared to what Diego is wearing.
I take my pants and my tighty-whitey underwear off and pull up the jockstrap, pulling the very little white meshy pouch around my dick and balls. It’s very snug and holds me tight every where.
I look up at Diego.
With his arms folded looking me up and down he says, “Nice… Very nice…. Sir Mike is going to love it!”
“Sir… Mike?” I ask.
“Yeah, he’s coming over now… Sir Mike is my… well,… Sir,” he answers. “He is going to love you.”
“You’re Sir?” I ask.
Diego pulls me by the arm to stand in front of him facing the long mirror. He turns me around to face him, so my ass is now facing the mirror. I look back over my shoulder and see my naked round dancer ass cheeks, outlined by the white sports jock.
“Yeah, … Sir Mike is gonna love you,” Diego says.
“Now listen to me,” Diego continues, spinning me around to face him and holding me by the arms, “I CANNOT stress this enough… You will call him ‘Sir Mike’… or just ‘Sir,’” Diego explains, “at the end of every sentence you say to him… At ALL times… Did you hear me? EVERY time.”
“Yes, Coach,” I dutifully reply.
I get it. I have to call the guy “Sir,” just like we do as a sign of respect to all the teachers at school. Or like when the subordinate soldiers reply to their superiors, as is protocol, in all of Diego’s military VHS porn.
“He belongs to a motorcycle club and is in the service. He’s in town again and wants to come see where I’m living…. And to have some fun… with us,” Diego explains.
“Ah,” I nod, “… okay.”
Turning to look at my ass in the mirror again, Diego cups both my ass cheeks and shakes them, “Sir is REALLY going to love you.”
“He’s in the military?” I ask.
“Yes, a special infantry Lieutenant, or something…” Diego answers, “We will obey and service Sir any way he wants. But don’t worry… you are going to enjoy it.”
Just as I was going to ask more questions, we hear the garage door to the downstairs hall open.
“What a great set-up you got in the garage!” Sir Mike yells from the front hall, “I can’t wait to get a few workouts in.”
Diego’s eyes pop open wide, and as if he forgot I was even there, instantly runs out of the room and bounds down the stairs.
After a second, I run after him to see Diego skip the last 3 bottom stairs just so he can run into Sir Mike’s arms a few seconds faster. Diego leaps, jumping on Sir Mike and wraps his legs around Sir Mike’s waist.
“How’s my Son!?” Sir Mike asks, taking a second to look at him with his own huge smile, their faces inches apart and Diego wrapped around him. Diego, almost squealing, excitedly starts to kiss him, as Sir Mike manages to drop his large army duffel bag to the floor, in between excited sloppy kisses. Sir Mike, swaying left to right with Diego’s ass in his wide hands, holds Diego off the ground, and kisses him back.
Sir Mike is in his 40’s, and well over 6 feet tall (he’s got to be 6’5” or 6’6”). He has a trucker cap on, army fatigues tucked into black boots, and white tank top on with his long sleeve camouflage shirt tied around his waist. His arms are massive and round, and he is just really thick… wide, all over. So much so that Diego, who towers over me, looks small in comparison. Sir Mike is easily holding Diego in the air; Sir Mike’s huge man fingers spread under Diego’s exposed ass.
After they make out for a few minutes, Sir Mike smacks Diego’s naked glute as if to say “enough” and Diego finally pulls away from kissing him. Sir Mike lowers him to the ground.
“Sir… this is Rickie,” Diego says, stepping aside so Sir Mike can get a good look at me.
Sir Mike doesn’t move. From the front entrance, Sir Mike looks at me standing at the bottom of the stairs, in my “Boy’s Large” jockstrap and white socks.
“Hi…,” I manage to say. Diego shoots me a look, and I immediately add, “…SIR!... It’s um… nice to meet you, … um, Sir.”
Sir Mike folds his arms and looks me up and down. I immediately feel vulnerable, standing there in my new tight jockstrap.
Sir Mike, not taking his eyes off me, squinting says to Diego, “So… this is little Rickie.”
“Yes Sir,” Diego says, smiling. “He is a really good cock worshipping, man servicing, little faggot, Sir.”
“How old are you, boy?” Sir Mike asks.
“I’m 18, Sir.”
Sir Mike raises one eyebrow and tilts his head, looking at Diego.
“He’s really 18, Sir,” Diego confirms, backing me up.
Looking down at my 5’6” frame Sir Mike says, “Goddamn, you are a tiny thing, boy.”
The heat from the snub of him not believing my age disappeared and I finally felt the lust in his gaze. He was looking at me like I was a prime steak dinner and he was going to devour me. And my guard started to melt.
Feeding off the tension, I flashed him a playful ‘Junior’ smile, and coyly stood with my arms poker straight, hands clasped behind me.
“Well,” Sir Mike said, puffing out his hard chest, “Come here so I can get a closer look at you, baby boy.”
I playfully hop off the bottom stair and skip closer to him, jumping feet together/arms straight to my sides. My chest is puffed out too and I stare not at him, but at the wall, at attention, like a good soldier.
“Yes, Sir!” I said as I landed in my mock infantry pose.
Sir Mike looks me up and down. He makes a point of leaning back to check out my ass and then stands tall again.
Sir Mike turns his head to look at Diego, “I like this one,” he says nodding. After one more scan up and down he finally says, smirking, “At ease, soldier.”
Now… having a string of gay porn film in my repertoire, I knew exactly what to do. Without a beat from him giving that order, and like a good solder, I military step my foot apart and shoot my hands to clasp behind my mid-lower back, at a comparatively relaxed attention. I properly am still looking straight ahead, not at them at all, per regulations when a superior officer has ordered you at ease. At least that what they do in the military porn I’ve seen.
Sir Mike laughs.
I soften my strict soldier impression and turn my head, looking up at him towering over me and smile at him. “Permission to be a cock worshipping, man servicing, little faggot, SIR!” I yell aggressively, my hands balled in fists.
I think that was the moment Sir Mike fell in love with me.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh……., permission granted,” Sir Mike answers, and before I knew it, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.
Diego watches Sir Mike carry me from the front hall to their living room. Sir Mike cannot help but slap my ass as we make our way down the hallway. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Sir Mike is playing drums on my ass as he carries me, and I’m giggling.
Sir Mike flips me on my back against the couch and then stands up. My knees are bent to my shoulders, my hole pointed at the two of them.
Sir Mike’s raw hunger instantly switches to surprise. He shakes his head and shoots both hands to the side of his head, elbows high, in disbelief. Sir Mike stands back to get a better look at my dancer ass pussy, looking as if he cannot believe what he’s seeing.
Sir Mike bends over and buries his nose in my hole and takes a sniff. Without moving he slaps his fat tongue on my ass crack. His tongue covers me nuts to hole. And after holding it there a second to let his saliva build up, slurps one big ass crack tongue lap. SLLUUURRRRP!
After a few more appreciative seconds of lower-lip biting looks, Sir Mike stands up tall again. Still in unexpected disbelief, he slaps his forehead and shakes his head as if he’s trying to believe what he’s just seeing.
Sir Mike, turning to focus on me again then quickly smacks my hole with a few of his long think fingers from his right hand.
“Are you FUCKING kidding me!?” Sir Mike howls, now starting to rub my hole with various body parts: his thumb, then forearm… then elbow… After I squeal from being mauled, Sir Mike dives down for another lick, lapping me with his tongue again.
The magic wet wave slides from the top of my ass crack to my teenage pink hole. “Ahhhh,” I moan in pure heaven, enjoying being manhandled by this giant muscle soldier.
“Diego!?... He already has a load in him!” Sir Mike finally explains to Diego in between fingering my hole, spitting on it and lapping at it like my dog does when he gnaws at a steak-bone from the dinner table.
Diego starts at the news, shocked... “Did you get fucked already today, Rickie!? … Whose load do you got in you!?... Junior’s?” Diego asks me shocked, but a bit proud too.
“Yes… Junior’s load, Coach,” I answer, in between savoring my hole being devoured.
“… and Rodney’s,” I then add.
Diego, confused, stands back, “Who’s Rodney?!” he asks, stunned.
Sir Mike, clearly understanding what I said, snaps his head away, now too overwhelmed with emotion.
“Sonnnn!…” Sir Mike gleefully booms, placing a hand on Diego’s shoulder, “… I love you not only because you are my sexy fucking Son… my fucking university kickboxer stud, covered in sexy tattoos… but also because you… just brought us…. Baby Boy.”
Sir Mike waves his other hand in show, as if to present me…. Baby Boy.
“Baby Boy… who is on his back with his tiny pink 18-year-old Baby Boy hole… aimed at us,” Sir Mike says, pushing each of my feet back more so that my knees were deeper into my shoulders. I instinctively grab my feet, hooking my fingers around my baby toes, and hold my legs in position from on the back of my neck - knees at my shoulders, my feet in my face, ass up.
Sir Mike, slowly slides his hand along my crack, from ass to nuts. Then taps and aggressively rubs my hole.
TAP. TAP. TAP… RubRubRubRubRubRubRub….
He stops when he loses a few finger tips, as my hungry and relaxing hole sucks them in. Sir Mike stretches his fingers straight and with a few short hard thrusts, punches my hole a few times.
STAB!... STAB!... STAB!
Sir Mike takes his fingers out of my hole and brings them to Diego’s lips. Diego, grabbing Sir Mike’s wrist to steady himself, starts licking Sir Mike’s fingers like he was sucking his cock. Up and down, spitting on it, and then swallowing Sir Mike’s pointed fingers, deep throating them.
Sir Mike returns his now gob-soaked fingers back to my hole, rubs some of Diego’s wet onto my hole with a few knuckles and then shoves his fingers back inside me.
“And, Son,…. if that isn’t enough,” Sir Mike continues, “Baby Boy …. is sooooooo relaxed… and loving every minute of it….”
Sir Mike, on a slight tangent now, turns to me, “… You are enjoying yourself, right, Baby Boy?...” he wants to confirm for the record.
“Oh YES Sir!” I say loudly, so he can hear me as my face is pretty much buried behind my knees and feet.
“What I was saying, Son!…..,” Sir Mike says returning to his previous train of thought, “…. the reason Baby Boy is so soft and slick…. is because he not only has ONE,…. but Baby Boy has TWO… high school teenage boy loads in him already!”
Sir Mike’s slow finger bangs increase in speed and force, as he punches his fist and opens my hole with his 3 fingers deep in me. STAAB! STAAB! STAAB! He punches his fingers into me searching for Junior and Rodney’s loads deep inside me.
He then holds his fingers knuckles deep and shakes his hand from side to side… then starts pumping me with a circular screwing-in motion that opens my hole up so much it feels like he could see right down into my stomach.
Sir Mike takes his fingers out and with two hands spreads my cheeks apart to inspect my opening hole.
“… Junior and, …Rodney, wasn’t it?... Are the two high school buddies that fucked you at school today… isn’t that right, Baby Boy?” Sir Mike asks me, now taking turns finger-fucking and lapping my hole with Diego, so that Diego can see for himself.
“… Did they fuck you in the change room?... after practice?” Sir Mike asks me.
Sir Mike and Diego are now in a groove, taking turns spitting, tonguing and finger fucking my hole.
“They fucked me… in the second-floor… boy’s washroom, Sir…” I answer, in between lashes of wet ecstasy emanating from my ass and Vulcan hand-drill punches from my internal faggot clit. I had not seen a porn where a gay ass was ever shared between two huge sexy hungry men. At least, not yet. Not like this.
Sir Mike nods a “Yes, I’m following. Please go on,” urging me to say more.
“… I caught Junior taking a piss… then Rodney caught us… and joined in… Sir…” I summarize, “… They just like practicing… on my faggot pussy… Sir…” I manage to add.
“Oh!” Sir Mike exclaims, “… They like to practice fucking, well, and filling… a pussy… with my Baby Boy’s cock hungry cum hole?”
When it’s his next turn, Sir Mike adds all of his soldier fingers and starts to duck-finger fuck me.
“Yes, SIR!” I wail, scrunched on the back of my shoulders. It feels like he is so deep now that he was going to probably punch the bottom of my lungs.
“… because that’s what you are, right, Baby Boy?... You are Sir Mike’s cock hungry cum hole… right, Baby Boy?”
“YESSIR!” I immediately reply, “I am your… Baby Boy… cock hungry… cum hole, … SIR!”
“Oh, Baby Boyyyyy,” Sir Mike purred. Sir Mike stands back and starts to rub his large hands all over me. He grabs my ankles and turns me on my back, aiming my ass toward Diego.
Sir Mike looks over at Coach, who has his own dick poking out from his jockstrap, stoking it while he is watching us. “Ok Son, … show me what you’ve done with, Baby Boy…”
Sir Mike spins me on my back more to better aim my hungry hole at Diego. Coach slaps his cock a few times on my ass before shaking the head of his dick into my loose Baby Boy hole.
“I hear you are quite the performer, Baby Boy,” Sir Mike says, “Please… Perform for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, still on my back.
As I squeeze my ankles and hold my spread legs in a hyper-elongated split, my ankles well above my head in a “V”, I playfully add, my eyes locked with Sir Mike, “… we take requests.”
Stonie is lying flat on the desk, his feet dangling off the other side.
Colonel and Lieutenant are standing on either side of his head, jerking their cocks in his face.
Stonie is jerking his dick.
Colonel stoking his dick.
The camera pans from Colonel’s face, moaning, down his glistening torso, to Colonel’s dick.
Close up: Colonel is pumping his fat, wet cock with long, hard strokes.
Close up: Colonel moaning.
“I’m gonna cum,” Colonel grunts, “Uh!… … Uh!… … Uh!… …”
Colonel sprays a few thick creamy loads on Stonie’s tongue and face.
SPEW!... Spew!... Spew.
Diego and I perform for Sir.
Diego fucks me on the couch. On the dining room table. On the stairs.
“That’s it, Baby Boy…,” Sir Mike would praise, “My sexy Son has trained you well.”
Diego went all out, putting me in as many crazy and over the top positions as he could, just so he could show Sir Mike how limber I was.
Coach has me straddle the kitchen island and stove counter top in the splits, while he holds my waist and pounds me from behind. Sir Mike is so thrilled that he can not keep his hands off me and only watch us anymore.
Sir Mike rubs my ass and pulls on Coach’s balls as he pounds my floating hole. He rubs up and down on Coach’s washboard stomach and defined chest, now glistening from fucking me all over the house. He rubs my dancer thighs, my bulging calves, then down to my rounded pointed dancer toes (that are skillfully turned out, obviously).
Sir Mike forces my crunched over toes to flex and after squeezing them hard in his large man hand, swallows my foot, taking all of my tiny toes in his mouth. He holds it there for a moment as his tongue flicks and slurps in between my toe crevices.
“Ohhhh!” I blurt out, not expecting the additional wave of pleasure from the toe suck.
That seems to do it for Coach Diego. Without warning, he pulls out his dick and sprays me with his load. Still off the ground in the splits, I feel his nut hit up my back first… then the back of my thighs. His final shots cover my ass and my hole.
“Arggggghhh!” Coach howls with each shot. Then, after he finishes his big rounds, he shoves his dick back into my ass pussy and continues to pound his nut into me.
“That’s a good boy, Son,” Sir Mike applauds, “That’s a VERY good boy.”
Sir Mike slides his hands up and down my legs and all over my back, rubbing Coach’s slimy loads all over me. Sir Mike gathers the cum-wet and slides one of his gooey fat fingers into my hole, with Coach’s cock still fucking me.
“Uhhhhh!” I moan, throwing my head back. I wasn’t expecting how good it feels to be even more filled.
“You like that, Baby Boy,” Sir Mike asks.
Coach slows his thrusts and Sir Mike starts to finger me in unison. “Ohhhh!... YES, Sir….” I manage to reply, “Fuck my cum hungry faggot hole!”
Sir Mike, quickly pulls out his finger and standing tall over me, with his two hands grabs my throat. Holding my throat steady, Sir Mike firmly smacks my face with the other hand. SMACK.
My eyes bulge at the quick change of focus.
“… Fuck my cum hungry faggot hole, SIR!... ” Sir Mike orders, reminding me I did not properly address him… “… We take requests, SIR!...” he adds, obviously taking note of when I failed to address him earlier. SMACK. SMACK.
Sir Mike holds my throat with two hands again and brings his face inches from mine, “… even if it’s ‘fuck me, cum in me, smack me’… you… SMACK… address me… SMACK… as SIR… SMACK.”
“YES SIR!” I cry, “I’m sorry, SIR!... I’m so sorry, SIR!” Tears are streaming down my face.
He isn’t hitting me hard, but I was just overwhelmed and wanted to make Sir Mike proud.
Sir Mike softens and guides my arms around his neck, scooping me out of my Jean-Claude Van Damme splits. I wrap my legs around his thick hard torso and bury my face in his neck, and try to catch my breath.
Sir Mike holds me tight, “Okay… Baby Boy. It’s okay,” Sir Mike soothes, “This is still new to you… You will learn… You are doing so well…”
After composing myself and still sniffling, Sir Mike pulls back to look at me. I raise my head to look at him in the eyes. Still wrapped around him in his arms, Sir Mike slips a finger in my fucked wet hole.
“Oh!” I squeal, eyes popping wide, giggling.
Sir Mike laughs and leans in to kiss me. Everything is so big, so manly… his face, his nose, his lips, his tongue. I bite his fat lower lip and when I find his tongue suck it into my mouth and suck on it like it’s his dick.
With my legs wrapped around him, I feel my dick get harder, pressed against his diaphragm. Sir Mike makes his way over to the kitchen island and sits me down on it, still kissing me. Sir Mike pulls away momentarily to pull Coach into our kiss, and the three of us kiss and make out.
I’m in heaven, as the two sexy men take turns (or at the same time), kissing me, licking me and spitting in my face.
Sir Mike steps back away from me and leaning against the counter taps his thighs. Coach Diego looks at me and with his hand on my back, guides me down on my knees. Coach and I are both on the floor, looking up at Sir Mike.
“Good boys,” Sir Mike praises.
Sir Mike undoes his zipper and pulling his pants down fishes out his large, Mr. Giancolo-sized, arm-dick. It’s not as big as Mr. Giancolo’s, but it’s not that much smaller. It just looks smaller hanging from such a tank of a man. Sir Mike pulls his furry apple-sized man balls to the side, and shakes his long, fat army cock. It’s thick, long, and veiny. With a large pink head. My mouth waters and my pussy lips twitch.
Sir Mike takes the back of my head and guides me to his sac, while Coach Diego starts to lick his fat cock shaft. Bracing myself against Sir Mike’s hard man-thigh I arch my back suck one of his balls into my mouth. I lick, suck and cup his nuts with my hand… slurping and gulping loudly.
“Yes, Baby Boy…. Suck my balls,” Sir Mike moans.
In between wetting Sir Mike’s shaft, Coach Diego finds my mouth and we kiss and lick his balls and the bottom of Sir’s shaft together.
“Yes, boys…. Suck daddy’s cock,” Sir Mike coos, holding both of our heads as we service his cock.
Coach eventually gets to Sir Mike’s head and sucks it into his mouth. Dropping his jaw, Coach swallows Sir’s long fat cock. Sticking his tongue out and gagging, Coach manages to get at least halfway down Sir’s length, Coach’s mouth is open very wide.
By the back of his head, Sir holds Coach there for a moment, as Coach dutifully looks up at Sir. Coach finally pulls, not able to hold back from gagging anymore and Sir Mike’s cock is covered in Coach’s phlegm.
Coach looks to me. My turn.
I swallow and sit up, opening my mouth as wide as I can. Also, looking up to Sir, I drop my jaw and arch my back as much as possible to try to work Sir Mike’s fat cock down my throat. I feel like I barely swallow a few inches around his fat dick head.
Sticking out my tongue and twisting my head slightly, I’m able to get him a little bit more down my throat.
“Oh, Baby Boy…” Sir Mike sighs, “… we are going to make a good faggot hole out of you.”
Sir Mike holding me by the back of my head, rubs me and pulls on one of my ears, as I gurgle and try to deep throat him, staring up at him.
Pulling away, I spit the rest of my phlegm on his dick and rub it up and down his fat cock. Sir Mike reaches down and smacks my wet hole, sticking two of his fat fingers inside.
After Coach Diego and I take turns trying to deep throat Sir’s cock, Sir Mike finally has had enough and needs to fuck me. He pulls me to my feet and scoops me up in a basket hold, and carrying me like a new bride across the threshold, starts to kiss me again.
Sir Mike, continues to kiss me as he carries me to the living room. He plops himself down in the middle of the couch and motions me so I’m straddling him, his wet arm-cock against the small of my back. I plant my feet and lift myself up and grab and hold the base of his cock as I aim my wet hole at it. I’m still wet and fucked-stretched so I’m able to get him pretty deep into me.
“Yes, Baby Boy…” Sir Mike whispers, “… Sit on that big dick…”
I wrap my arms around Sir Mike’s thick neck and sit back with all my weight. “Unnggghhhh!” I groan as his fat cock stretches me.
“Good boy,” Sir Mike praises me, rubbing and smacking my ass.
“Thank you, Sir…” I reply, while simultaneously trying to process the waves of painful pleasure shooting through my body.
Sir Mike gives me a second to relax and let’s me tentatively squat up and down on his arm-cock.
“Ahhh,” Sir Mike sighs, enjoying me squirming as I try to take him all in me, “I am going to fuck your high school buddies’ and Son’s loads deep inside your Baby Boy hole.”
I eventually get used to his fat cock and start to jump up and down on him, my ass cheeks bouncing off of his lap. Sir Mike, in between kissing me, pushes my arms to wrap around his neck. He spreads his hands under my ass cheeks and scoops me up as he stands.
With his tongue down my throat and my arms and legs wrapped around him, Sir Mike stands in the middle of the living room holding me still off the ground as he thrusts his cock into me.
“Take Sir’s cock, Baby Boy…. Take my fucking cock…” he sings to me in between swallowing my Baby Boy face.
Stonie sits up, covered in Colonel’s and Lieutenant’s loads.
Stonie brushes some cum from under his left eye and shoves it in his mouth, licking his fingers.
Colonel and Lieutenant are standing on either side of his head, slowly jerking their shrinking cocks, both now with empty balls.
“So that’s what he’s been doing in the barracks, Sir,” Lieutenant finally says to Colonel.
Lieutenant looks down at Stonie, then back at Colonel.
“What shall we do with him now?” Lieutenant asks.
“Nothing,” Colonel responds.
Colonel and Lieutenant help Stonie sit up and slide off the desk.
“Get dressed and report back to your platoon, soldier,” Colonel says to Stonie.
“Yes, Sir!” Stonie replies, grabbing his bundle of clothes and running out of the office, naked and covered in jizz.
The camera cuts to a close up of Lieutenant watching Stonie leave. Lieutenant then turns his head back towards Colonel.
“Don’t you think we should have at least given him some extra punitive duties, Sir? You know, to discipline him for conduct unbecoming an officer… he has been distracting the men, Sir,” Lieutenant asks.
“No, Lieutenant,” Colonel responds, “I do not think we should have given him extra duties… He won’t have the time.”
“Why is that, Sir?” Lieutenant asks.
“Why… he will have his hands full even MORE now that you will be joining me and the rest of his unit in fucking him in their barracks every morning,” Colonel responds.
“You’re right, Sir,” Lieutenant smiles, nodding his head in agreement.
The image dissolves into both men, now fully clothed.
The Colonel makes his way to the office door.
Before exiting Colonel turns, “See you at oh-eight-hundred hours in Private Stonie’s crew quarters, Lieutenant,” Colonel orders.
“Yes SIR!” Lieutenant barks, and salutes him.
Colonel salutes him back, nods and leaves.
It’s Sir’s turn to perform.
As if to test me out for himself, Sir carries and fucks me in all the same places Coach Diego did… adding a few more places.
After carrying me upstairs and fucking me in the bathroom and in various positions on Diego’s bed, Sir Mike flips me around so I’m face down on the bed.
SMACK. Sir Mike swats my ass, “Get that faggot ass up, Baby Boy… I want something to smack as I unload in your cum hole.”
“Yes, SIR!” I respond, my face turned to the side as I lie chest flat, my arms spread open on the mattress.
Sir Mike slaps and slaps and slaps my ass cheeks as he fucks my hungry hole.
His thrusts are consistent and powerful, and my whole body bounces off of the mattress from the sheer force of him. Sir Mike leverages the rhythm of his thrusts to stab his fat soldier man cock just that much deeper into me when my ass slams into his pelvis from ricocheting off the bed, back towards him.
Sir Mike isn’t even fucking me, but instead hovers over me, slamming his weight down on the bed around me and letting my body bounce back into him, spearing me with his swelling cock.
“Yes… Baby Boy…. Take my fucking load!” he yells, finally shooting his nut inside me. Sir Mike’s cock is so thick and so big I can feel each spasm as his man spunk fills me.
SPASM! … SPASM!... SPASM!... SPASM!
“Arrggggh!” Sir Mike howls, eventually collapsing over top of me.
His cock is still vibrating inside me, as I’m flattened by the sheer weight of him sprawled on top of me.
“Huff… Huff… Huff…” Sir Mike pants, catching his breath.
Sir Mike eventually rolls off of me onto his back. As soon as I’m able, I spring to my knees and find his swollen, but spent cock and start licking him clean.
“Huff… huff… huff…” Sir Mike watches me with a smile, as he still tries to catch his breath.
Coach Diego jumps on the bed beside me, and with a hand on each of us, Sir Mike rubs our heads and pulls on our ear lobes as we eagerly, and dutifully, lap up every drop of Sir Mike soldier man nut.
“Good boys,” Sir Mike says happily.
“Good job, Son,” Sir Mike says to Diego, “We’ve got time to break in Baby Boy more so that he will be ready to come with us to the Leather Ball at the club later this month.”
“Yes, Sir,” Coach Diego says in between tongue laps, “Baby Boy is a very good student, Sir.”
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