"Damn, looks like a real castle."
I’d never been to Vincennes before. I knew it served military purpose, but I thought it was only used for some administrative work and for students once in a lifetime (french people around 18 years old must go through a full day at a military base called "Journée d'appel"). But it was actually much bigger than I had imagined.
The tram dropped me off at the edge of the base, there was a huge stone wall all around and miradors. The guards at the entrance took my ID and asked me why I was there. Told them I was helping the musicians for the next concert (Ivan had told me this should work). Civilians were accepeted around specific places and timings at the base anyway.
The barracks were older than I’d imagined—grey stone with red roofs, functional buildings with glowing windows everywhere. A group of guys in fatigues were smoking near the entrance, laughing about some videos they were watching. I couln't avoid looking at them.
But I was quickly interrupted by a powerfull shout:
"Shit! You found your way bro! I'm proud of you."
Ivan was waiting in front of Building C, wearing an olive military tank and gray shorts that clung to his ridiculously broad frame.
"Hey Ivan." I walked to him, offering a hug.
“How have you been buddy?”
Before I could answer, he slapped me on the back hard enough to knock the air out of me, pressing his bulging pecs into me.
“Been such a long time bro, come on,” he said, grinning. “Don’t just stand there. Let me show you the dorms.”
Inside, the corridor smelled like detergent, sweat, and cheap deodorant. The walls were plastered with peeling paint and taped-up signs like "Room 12, No visitors after 23:00" or "No music in the dorms". As we walked, I caught glimpses of open rooms: beds stripped to utilitarian sheets, boots lined up, duffels spilling gear everywhere. Millitary was another world really.
“Ready to see our den bro?” Ivan said, stopping in front of a door at the very end of the hall. “Brace yourself, it’s a mess.”
He wasn’t kidding. The room was cramped, lined with eight beds, half of them buried under towels, shirts, or open duffels. Posters of football teams clung to the walls, and white socks rested on the floor like abandoned toys everywhere. The air smelled like sweat, old cologne, and a hint of damp laundry.
I hesitated in the doorway until Ivan waved me in.
"I thought you guys had to tidy up the rooms all time."
“We're only durant bro,” he said, tossing a loose boxer onto his bunk. “We clean up on inspection day. Otherwise…” He shrugged. “Survival mode.”
I perched on the edge of his bed, careful to avoid stepping on some underwears.
“You really live like this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral, though I’m pretty sure my face gave me away. "I mean, it looks more like high school dormitory than a military base."
“We live like kings dude,” he said with that cocky grin of his as he opened his locker. “Except for the pay, the hours, and the food. But hey, free gym and we get to travel a lot.”
For a while, we just sat there, letting the distant sounds of boots and laughter in the hall fill the silence. Then he flopped down on the bed opposite mine, arms spread, and let out a dramatic groan.
“Man, I’m telling you, I’m cursed.”
“Cursed?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“With women,” he said, shaking his head. “Every date goes south. Last week, I thought I’d hit it off with this girl from Montreuil. She ghosted me after one drink. One!”
I laughed abit:
“Maybe you're too intimidating man.”
“Hey,” he said, pointing at me like I’d insulted a sacred relic. “This body is my best asset, you''ve said it before. If they can’t appreciate that...”
“Or maybe,” I said, smirking, “you just like the chase more than the catch.”
That got him grinning:
“Maybe,” he said, standing up. “Or maybe I just haven’t met a chick who can handle me yet. Except you bitch.”
He paused, looking at the desk near the window:
"Anyway, might as well use you, since you're here."
Shit...
"What about... you're roomates?"
"It's ok, they're busy downstairs with some shitty party. Playing boardgames and so.
A door slammed somewhere down the hall, followed by some shouts ouside.
"Anyway dude, I'm pretty honry and it's been a while. Up to suck me off? Won't have the time to fuck you're pussy this time."
I immediatly got to my knees in front of him but he stopped me:
"Wait wait aha! you hungry slut!" He smiled. "I kinda want to watch something while you're at it, okay?"
I obliged.
Ivan was at his desk near the window, his shorts at his feet, in some white boxers and sport socks. We agreed that I to be discreet, so I went between his legs unde the desk, my back touching the bedroom wall. All I could see and smeel back there was his feet and his package. I must admit they were quite intoxicating.
Ivan quickly lit up his computer as I began undoing the buttons on his underwear. We didn't want to be caught so Ivan had to keep most of his clothes on. From the bedroom's door, nobody could see me since the desk was pretty far. Ivan's body was also perfect to block the view from behind. I was pretty much invisible.
"Davaï slut..." He encouraged me.
I finally got his heavy dick out of his boxers. It was only about half it's max size but I was already in love with it. I then reached inside to grab his balls and let them come out of the slit. They also deserved some speical attention.
He didn't bother to glance at me. He was completely absorbed in finding the right porn and occasionally huffed in exasperation. He really seemed to struggle.
I began licking his cock. It was delicious with a this sweaty, musty taste that I loved, as if he'd worked out earlier and hadn't washed it since, giving it a strong, masculine aroma.
His balls were a treat too; I caressed them like the most beautiful eggs in the world. They were fascinatingly round, and it seemed to me he must have shaved them because I found them very smooth, almost hairless. I wondered if he'd done it for me? But maybe he was planning on getting a blowjob from a girl and was afraid it would bother her? Anyway they felt amazing in my mouth and I made sure to bath them properly.
"Yeah, suck on my balls bitch. Know you like em'."
I stayed on my knees, quietly, licking his balls and sucking on them, his dickhead quickly got wet with pre-cum. I got back to his glans and started collecting all his juices with my tongue. In short, I took care of him, savoring his entire length for a good while.
"Fuck, and these porn sites asking for login details now. It's fucking pissing me off."
He scratched his head for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands, probably lost in front of web pages blocking all access. I wanted to tell him there were ways to bypass the restriction in France, like using other servers with a vpn or lesser-known sites, or simply reading erotic stories, but I think he was far too lazy and impatient to think about it, so I continued servicing him the best I could, savoring his cock and diving a little deeper.
He had already reached a very good size, around 7 inches, but the Russian hulk wasn't at his peak yet, that was for sure. He was lacking stimulation.
And then suddenly the door for the bedroom opened and I heard Ivan, surprised, call out to someone I couln't see:
"Dude! Aren't you at the party?"
"No, mate, I absolutely have to take care of the visa. For China, remember?"
"Yeah well, bad timing I guess." Ivan answered, not trying to move me away from this dick.
"Why's that?" the other dude asked.
"Kinda felt like rubbing one out', you know." Ivan's was pretty low. "While you guys were playing downstairs."
"Oh, it's fine dude. Don't like boardgames and stuff anyway so I thought doing the visa and then chilling out with you. You can use the bathroom if you want I won't judge."
A while passed, and I felt Ivan hesitating on his next move. I felt he was becoming more comfortable with the idea of getting sucked off right next to his friend. I heard the roomate sit on his bed and fetch for documents around.
Honestly, I did't care.
All that mattered at that moment was this enormous cock pulsing in front of me, releasing a steady amount of juicy precum. I had a mission. Sucking him my friend off and not wasting a single drop. That was my mission.
So I kept sucking with passion.
"Holy shit, I'm so turned on, man," Iva said to his friend, scratching his abs. "and this fucking porn sites aren't working anymore. How are we supposed to stay focused around here with our balls full like that?" "
"Said it man. It's a fucking mess online right now. Youporn, Redtube, Hamsters... All the biggest sites are locked."
Eager to please my favorite stud, I started to impale myself on his rod deeper and deeper, trying to take it all, stretching the entrance to my throat to pass his big juicy head into my windpipe. It wasn't easy, especially since it had been a long time since I had sucked him off. I grabbed his muscular thighs, I took a deep breath and forced myself on it. I tried a good half a dozen times, but he still had trouble entering.
Then Ivan seemed to have an idea.
"Really need to unload bro, mind' if I jerk off here?"
"Right now?" I head his roomate answer, a bit unsure. "Man, I absolutely have to finish this, but go ahead if you want, I don't give a shit."
"Cool, thanks bud." And with that, Ivan grabbed my head and closed his eyes. "Don't worry, won't be long. Haven't been able to cum in two days."
"Damn, poor bro aha!"
Ivan started to move my head, facefucking me slowly.
Yes, fuck, yes, finally! Fuck my mouth the way we love it so much!
"Fuck, that feels good," Ivan moaned. "so fucking good."
"Have you done you're visa yet?" His roomate asked, keeping the conversation weirdly formal. "This shit is stressing me out."
"Yeah bro... you're late for that kinda stuff. As usual."
"Well, guess you're right on that one." He smirked. "Not my cup of tea honestly."
Ivan's cock had just hardened and was now reaching 8 inches of pure manhood. It was stretching me nicely but I wanted more. We wanted more. I had to become my friend's perfect cumdumpster again. I had to go deeper.
After a couple of minutes of him trying to force his meat past the back of my throat, he eventually lost patience:
"Shit. Take it slut."
And he pushed me hard against his balls.
"Ghhhlllg!"
His engorged helmed finally made its way past my uvula and entered my airpipe, quickly followed by a couple of inches.
Shit... the other guy heard me, that's for sure!
"Fuuuh, that's it girl," the russian stud commented. "That's the spot."
Luckily Ivan had moaned pretty loudly because his intrusion into my throat had made me gag hard.
Ivan kept my head down, making me accept his fat cock balls deep for a while, refusing to let me go.
"Stay right here, balls deep babe!"
"You're so loud," the other guy complained.
"Sorry bro, noise bothering you?" Yvan stopped throatfucking me for a few seconds. "I'm used to porn and I kinda miss the foreplay."
"It's fine fucker, mind your own business!" he replied, laughing. "Just need to book the first meeting for the visa and I'm good to go."
"All right' bro, have fun!"
He placed his powerful hands on either side of my skull, his cock still firmly lodged in the back of my throat, and began bouncing my head on his cock over and over. I felt it grow again and stretch my throat wide.
Fuck yes! Yo'u've got the best cock around Ivan!
He was now fucking my airpipe with remarkable steady pace. His enormous head slid all the way down my esophagus, making it even more slippery with copious drops of precum. Ivan didn't let me rest, holding my head and pumping his dick in my throat for almost a minute at a time, still lost in his fantasies:
"Yeah, that's it, whore. Suck me deep. Huuugh. Deep down your slutty throat!" »
I could only move up and down his shaft maybe 3 inches, so it really was a throat-only fuck. He knew I loved it. He knew I was just waiting formy reward.
Sometimes I coughed a bit. Sometimes I had a small burps, but he tried to cover them up with dirty talking. We were absolutely not discreet about it but Ivan seemed to not care at this point. His buddy sometimes asked him things and they would talk like everything was normal. He didn't seem to mind Ivan's jerking himself off just a few beds away,
Maybe he even enjoyed the situation?
In any case, he finally made a remark, seeing Ivan's arms bouncing:
"Dude, you use both hands to jerk off?"
Ivan seemed a little confused by the question. He thought for a moment, with his eyes still closed:
"Well, yeah, it's long, so I kinda need it, right?"
"You lucky fucker" the roomate commented.
"And I don't only use my hands, bro. I'm using the new toy."
What the fuck?
"You know, the fleshlight I bought. Well, I'm testing it out right now bro."
"Damn, that's why I hear some weird sucking noises down there!"
Ivan resumed bobbing my head up and down, his strong arms and pecs stretching his tank with each thrurst.
"Bet it feels great!"
"You've got no idea bro. So much better than jerking off the normal way."
"I guess so."
"It's so tight, hot and deep. You can fuck it when you want, how you want... and it doesn't talk. Best deal in the world bro."
They stopped talking for a moment, and I felt Ivan getting more and more violent with his thrusts. He was grunting and moaning louder and louder. I could feel a few drops of sweat trickling down his stomach under the fabric of his tank, even a sweat drop landing on the ground, escaping from his armpit.
Ivan slowed down a little and made the most ample moves possible, as if to edge himself in my mouth.
"Keep sucking babe. All the way."
He brought his rod all the way out before slamming it back in and repeated this gesture over and over, slowly. Each time, his helmet would stretch and pop my throat. We were both addicted to this feeling.
This allowed me to finally take some real breaths here and there, and resting my aching throat a bit. This dynamic lasted for about five minutes, until Ivan went feral again:
"I'm going to cum soon, Megan. Hang on tight and drink it all, okay, sweetie? »
He changed his pace and accelerated his thrusts, only focusing on fucking my throat, his fat dickhead never leaving it. Each time his cock impaled me fully, I heard his sexy "Huh! Huh! Huh!" His beautifull set of balls was now coated with my throat slime and I started to massage them the best I could, hungry for their juice.
And then he groaned louldly, completely unaware of his surroundings:
"Shit here we go. Cummin' right down your throat. Okay babe?" he said through gritted teeth.
I felt Ivan's grip on my skull tighten and his dick slide all the way in. My nose was crushed against the the elastic of his briefs, my chin tapped against his swollen balls, and his head invaded the depths of my widened throat. I braced myself for the final reward.
"Fuck yeah! Ohhh it's comming!"
Three long seconds and I felt his big balls twitch in my hand, followed by a true eruption of cum being shot down my esophagus. A huge, explosive jet that made me jump and gag a little.
As usual, his cumshots were slow paced so he withdrew a little, his inflated helmet brushing against the inside of my aching trachea, before plunging deeper into my depths.
"Take my cum, slut," he blurted.
Another pulse of his ballsack, another hot discharge in my gullet. I didn't even have to swallow; his first cumshot was already reaching my stomach, quickly soon followed by a second hefty load.
"Keep drinking. Swallow it all!"
His fat cock was pumping seed so deep I didn't have to do anything. he was directly feeding me his baby batter.
"Still cummin'! Huh!"
I'm in heaven.
And Ivan continued this cycle, pumping what must have been ten heavy loads right in my neck. Ivan never disappointed me with the amount of cum he could produce each time.
"Fuck bitch! Fuuuh!" he kept grunting.
When the power of his jets finally diminished, he sneered as he sat back in his chair, still resting his hands firmly on my head. He pressed down hard several times in a row, as if to make sure he'd given me everything:
"Damn, that whore really emptied my balls." " Ivan chuckled, opening his eyes but not letting them drift towards me. "And they were fucking full! I tell you"
"Dude, you're so loud!" the roomate finally interrupted, laughing. "What the fuck man!"
"Oh, My bad bro. When I get excited, I tend to talk shit like that."
"No kidding girls are scared of you, haha!"
"Don't worry, I'm gentler with girls, that's just me and my toy."
I heard his friend standing and moving a bit in the room. At first I feared he would spot me but he seemed to be searching for some clothers on the ground.
Still trapped between Ivan's legs, I was pumping the last droplets of cum from his cock, which was still massive and hard as fuck. I sucked and sucked on it slowly, not wanting to waste a single drop of his protein shake.
"Best orgasm I had in weeks bro..." He moaned.
His hands ended up pushing me away from his cock after a while - he seemed to be sensitive after cumming. Reluctantly, I pulled out of his dick and began licking it slowly, gently, trying to be discreet.
Damn, feels so good to have that straight military juice in me.
"Shit man, you kinda made me jealous over there. Do you think I could... use the toy? Someday? It's just that... since we're stuck here for a mounth or two, without being able to fuck..." his friend seemed embarrassed. "I have my needs too. And it looks like you're having such a good time using it."
Ivan turned slightly toward his friend, both surprised and amused, ignoring the fact that I was still cleaning his tool:
"I don't know bro, you sure you would want to share it with me?"
"I mean, as long as you clean it, guess I don't mind." He paused, pondering on seomthing. "But I understand if you don't to share dude, it's your hole after all."
"No, no, that's not it. It's just that it's a little different from the average fleshlight."
"How different?"
To Be continued...
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