The nineteen-year-old looked up, his gray-blue eyes locking with the deeper cobalts of his superior officer. The hard expression on Ike's square jaw had softened only slightly, just enough to convince Private Thomas John Bullen to cross that one final line.
My briefs were down around my knees. I kicked them off and turned on my side, facing him. My six hard uncut inches were pointed toward his bed. I had tanned well during the summer but the areas protected by swim trunks and shorts now glowed white.
We grappled in a mutual desire. My back pressed against the cool blue tiles as Ryan slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth. By the time he reached down with his pawing hands, my cock had lengthened and thickened to it's full eight inches.
I turned in the booth, putting one knee up, so that I could look at him better...and he might look down and see the bulge in my pants. His smile traveled down my body and he saw. He also scooted over next to me and slid his right hand along my thigh up to my hard cock and gripped it.
I knelt behind him, then lowered my mouth to his ass, licking and kissing every inch of him. I managed to get lubricant on my fingers...and on me, him, and the floor. I slid the first finger in gently, fucking him with it to relax and open him.
my cock started to twitch and tingle. Since it was still out in plain sight, Barton grinned down at it. Then he took a deep breath and took out his "toys." Nipple clamps and a set of handcuffs.
"You've never had your cock sucked before, have you?" he asked. I shook my head at him dumbly. He moved closer to me. "Did you like it?" I nodded, still silent. He leaned back on his elbows and grinned at me, then at his hard cock. I followed his gaze. His cock was beautiful, so thick and long.
I managed to get him flipped to his back, avoiding his hands and teeth, and got one wrist handcuffed to the headboard. Cuffing the other wrist was easier. He snarled at me, and began to spit obscenities, fighting against the cuffs as hard as he could. My balls felt like they'd explode.
My cock was swollen and hard and trying to get out of my jogging shorts. It fucking hurt, and precum had created a wet stain. I stared down at my own hardon, my betrayer, who had forced me into a moment I had prayed would never come.
Carl came with his usual flood of cum and Barry made a big show of licking his lips and swallowing. The poor son-of-a-bitch in the tailoring was now openly jacking off as he watched. Barry batted his fake eyelashes at the guy, oozed over on his knees and put a finger on his hard cock.
I grabbed his hips and fucked him. Hard. Fast. With an odd kind of fury. I held on to him and pounded my hips against him so hard my own teeth were rattling. I glanced down at him once, to see him balanced on clenched fists, his face scarlet, eyes huge, mouth open and gasping.
Even the boytoy fuck machine had to take a break after that. Barry collapsed on the seat and rested his face on his hand to watch. Kingman went after Carl's huge cock, taking it deep and sucking it hard. He raised his head at one point, smiled, and said "damn, I love to suck cock".
He turned me over, and started to nibble my ass. I stretched out and got comfortable as he let his tongue play over every inch of my skin. I spread my legs, and he licked up the crack, taking time to flick the base of my spine. He used his fingers to gently spread my cheeks.
He had me stop in the middle of the floor, lower my head and thrust up my ass. He knelt beside me, ran a hand over my ass, then spanked me. I flinched at first, as the repeated smacks of his hand were painful, but relaxed as the sensation changed.
He licked and nibbled both my cheeks as his hands massaged me, coming teasingly close to my crack before moving away. Every time I lost control and thrust my ass up at him he bit one cheek and slapped the other.
We made each other look like the wrong end of a hickey gang bang when somehow our lips met. We kissed, long and hard, our tongues sliding over each other's. Our hands started to move over each other, exploring, and finally, I got to be first. I grabbed his cock and stroked it.
His cock vanished and I swear I whimpered. His tongue was there, and I sucked my cum from it. He rolled me on my stomach, and mounted the back of my head, rubbing his hard cock through my hair. Then he lowered his face to my ass and licked and nibbled on it.
Silently I obey, and my denim-covered knees hit the floor of the bar. I know the floor is dirty, but I don't care. The man unzips his pants, and the sound somehow seems very loud despite the noise of the bar. The odors of sweat and musk hit my nose as his crotch is exposed to the air.
Kevin and I pressed our lips together, our mouths each cradling one of the young, heavy testicles. Tommy shot cum all over both of us. He licked us clean, his hands quick and eager to strip our clothes off.
He led me to a shady, moss covered spot underneath a tree, and pulled me to the ground. He laid me back, kissed me, then turned his body and mounted me. One knee was on either side of my head, and his huge cock lowered to my mouth. I sucked it in greedily, using one hand to stroke his shaft, the other to massage his balls.
We came together, and suckled each other's cocks as we feasted on the hot cum. The sensation was so intense, so sweet, that I thought that if I'd died at that moment, I would die fulfilled and complete.
His strong hand gripped my chin and he moved my mouth to his and took it with his tongue. And I do mean TOOK. Demanding. Hungry. Possessive. His hand was locked to the back of my neck and I felt the surging lust power through him.
I lay back on a pile of pillows and stroked my cock as Edward sucked my toes. I looked at the beautiful man serving me and rubbed precum over the head of my cock with my thumb. Shit, I thought. This is incredible. He licked and sucked each one of my toes, then slid his little pink tongue up each instep.
I wanted to look at his crotch, but knew that would be inappropriate, at least at this point. So I contented myself with imagining his large cock, nestled tightly in the briefs I pictured him wearing, the organ shifting slightly as he walked.
Don had grabbed a bottle of hand lotion off the nightstand and lubricated his hand. He put a finger against Gary's hole, and I swear I could feel it through Gary's mouth when it went in. He moaned, spread his knees and said something that sounded a lot like "do it."
He flashed the perfect teeth at me and walked to stand in front of me. He was so damned close. My cock got hard, and I was too shaken to try and hide it. He looked down at it and smiled again. "Well," he said softly. "Part of you likes me. Now if I can only get the rest of you to like me.
Cal reached the bed, but with my hand on his ass he didn't turn around, but stayed facing away from me. I pushed his shoulders forward and he flopped onto the bed, laying on his stomach as I had desired.
I swear, the man licked, kissed, nibbled, and nuzzled every square inch of my ass. I felt...worshipped. I just laid there, resting my head on my forearms, listening to his breathing as he whipped himself into an orgy of arousal.
I helped him move in. I spent a lot of time watching his shorts pull tight across his ass as he bent over. I watched the muscles of his arms and legs stand out like cords as he lifted things. I spent a lot of time picturing my cock in his beautiful mouth. He had thick, beautifully styled jet black hair and very dark blue eyes.
And swimming in the clear water were two of the most luscious boytoys I'd ever seen. Solid, muscular bodies, long blonde hair, big innocent eyes. Open faces with wide smiles. And.. bare-assed naked.
I awoke Saturday morning in a tangle of arms and legs with a man who snored softly and smelled like sex. Really, really good sex. He looked younger and softer asleep, his eyelids twitching from a dream. I kissed his cheek, managed to wiggle out of bed and covered him with the blankets.
Robbie stood and gestured for Joel to come and kneel before him. I propped myself up on one elbow to watch. Joel started in on Robbie's huge rod, licking and sucking the tip, pumping the long shaft with both hands. Then he started to take him deeper and deeper in his mouth. I looked up at Robbie's face.
He bent me over the mahogany dining room table, knelt behind me and licked and kissed my ass. "Do you want me?" he asked hoarsely. I put my head down in the dust and groaned by way of response. He stood and rubbed my back.
As I got close to him I realized he was my age, or maybe a couple of years younger. Darkly handsome, sort of like a brooding count in a romance novel. Long, aesthetic fingers were wrapped around the glass. In the odd lighting of the bar, his eyes looked like underwater caves that demanded exploration.
When he started to peak, I lowered my head and opened my mouth. He gasped, pumped harder and aimed his cockhead at my mouth. He erupted in and around my mouth. I licked at his cum, and he dropped down to lick and suck my mouth.