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This is a real life experience of mine that's pretty hot (at least to me!) on a number of levels - first it involves a military guy, a favorite type of mine; second it has a great (and ultimately harmless) revenge factor in it; and finally it took place in my early 20s and was my first encounter with doing T. Though my family was 4th generation New York City on both sides, my parents chose to move to the burbs 15 miles north of Manhattan before I was born (so of course, as soon as I went to College at 17, I went to a NYC university and moved myself BACK there!). Sometime around the time I was about 6 or 7, which would be 1968 or 1969, a feud among two groups of kids in my neighborhood evolved from screaming matches and minor mischief to an all-out "war" - of rotting apples no less - hurled with astonishing accuracy one late summer evening. The combatants included my older brother (now a police sergeant) and most of the other kids of the 13 - 16 year old age group. I was just an innocent by-stander who happened to be considered a prime target by the "bullies" my bro and his friends were fighting. Therefore, one of the toughest kids in the neighborhood, who was also an astonishingly good southpaw pitcher on the playing field, clocked me in rapid succession with an apple to the gut, and then one to the head. I went down like I was pole-axed, gasping to breathe as the wind had been knocked out of me... the result of seeing a little kid down and not breathing broke the battle up immediately and the "bullies" took off majorly chagrined. Within just a year or two, the kid who pegged me was shipped off by his parents to the military to get him under control... Fast forward to 1985. I had just finished a summer stock season and had 10 days before I was due at a regional theater in the midwest for a 5 month run. I had a guy subletting my apartment in NYC through 'til the end of that run, so I really couldn't go back to my apartment for the 10 days. My parents were cool with me staying in my old room in the 'burbs, so I was staying at the old homestead. I was horny - having lived in NYC since 1980 when I headed to college, I was used to sex anytime I wanted it - not just bars, but sex clubs, the Rambles in Central Park, the Trucks in the Village, bathhouses, the Y on 62nd Street, you name it. Back in those days even the burbs had gloryholes in almost every department store... so since I wanted sex and not chat with old buddies at the local gay bar, I popped over to the mall to see if there was any action. Sure enough, the T-room at Bamburgers was hopping - too busy to get anything done, really. I found myself cruising a real hottie - blond buzz cut, 'stache, mirrored sunglasses - screamed "MILITARY"! - and he was cruising me right back. With a jerk of his head to the door, he headed out and I followed. Out on the sales floor he says to me, "got anywhere to go?" and I told him no, I was staying with my parents for a few days. He laughs and says that he was in exactly the same situation! Both of us were very frustrated when he says, "you cool with doing it outside, so long as its somewhere no one could see us?". I told him that was great with me, lead the way. He had taken the bus, so we went to my car and I told him to direct me where we were going. Soon enough, we're headed down the main road my 'rents live on and I say "are we close?" and he said we were. I started to laugh and of course he asked why and I said, "because that green house up there is my parents house..." Turns out HIS parents lived right around the corner - I asked where we were going to play and he asked if I knew the path through the woods behind his house that led to an old cemetery. I knew it well and also knew the abandoned graveyard was not patrolled - it was an excellent suggestion on a warm summer night. He said he needed a few things from inside the house and I said I'd go drop the car back at my parents and meet him on the street in front of his house in five minutes. I dropped off the car and pulled my knapsack from the trunk, stuffing a picnic blanket into it, and returned to his parents house. He was waiting for me with a military rucksack, and I followed him along the side of the house into the back yard and on the path through the woods. There was a moon, so we could see, although everything was in stark contrast. I indicated his rucksack as we walked. "Military?" I asked. "Yep, army helicopter pilot on leave," was the response. "Damn hot" I told him. "You're pretty damn hot yourself, man" was his response. "You grew up to be real eye candy." I stopped walking for a second. "Wait a minute. Do I know you?" He started to chuckle, "I'm afraid you do, but you might not realize its me. I think I've owed you an apology for about 15 years...". And that was when I started to laugh along with him. "See," he said. "You do remember." "Kinda' hard to forget - you pitch a mean fastball..." "I pitch a mean fuck too, but I think I kind of owe it to you to let you start this thing on top..." "Damn straight, man." "Nothin' straight about it...". We both laughed. "So you're... John, right?" I said. "Yep," he said, "and if I recall, so are you?" I nodded as we both continued to chuckle. We came out of the woods at that point and came into the rear portion of the old cemetery. The land was cleared of trees but only a few tombstones were scattered around here and there - the main portion of the graveyard was up a 20 foot slope on the other side of the field. There were hundreds of monuments and tombstones and even a couple of crypts up there. We found a flat likely spot away from the path and screened by a few stones. I threw down the picnic blanket. I let him know that I had poppers and KY in my kit as we sat down. "Cool" he said, and pulled something out of his rucksack. It was a pipe made out of glass, and although I'd never seen one like it, it was not a pot pipe nor a crackpipe. He put something that looked like a big piece of road salt into it and heated it up from underneath with a lighter. "What is that?" I asked. "You not cool with getting high?" he replied. "No problem, I've done a bunch of different things, but what is that?" It being the '80s and having been a club kid all through university, I'd done pot, which bored me; and ecstasy, which made me throw up; and coke, which could be fun during sex, but damn expensive, and faded too fast. I wasn't interested in PCP or anything that would make me hallucinate, and crack was something I was leery of. He assured me it wasn't crack, it was crystal and after taking a big hit himself he leaned over and shotgunned it to me. The vapor was much smoother than any weed I'd ever had (I wasn't then and never have been a cigarette smoker) and it was easy enough to inhale from him. After I exhaled, he held the pipe up to my lips with the lighter underneath and told me to draw slow and steady. I did, amazingly not coughing like I would with 420, and after a few moments, exhaled a pretty big cloud of white vapor. "Excellent," he said. "Now take another big hit and shotgun it back to me." I did so, and the next few minutes were spent shotgunning hits back and forth and making out. It only took a little while for me to feel an effect and I thought it was awesome. "Fuck!" I said. "I thought I was horny before, this stuff has me ready to tear your clothes to shreds!" "Then let's get naked" he replied. We both started ripping our clothes off and tossing them aside - we were screened enough, and I was getting high enough that being totally naked where someone just might see us didn't concern me in the least. Turns out he had a great body (no surprise) with awesome pecs, with the right amount of blond fur all over. He was about two inches shorter than me, so about 5'10" but with that muscled chest he was a bit broader than my ripped but trimmer dancer frame and he outweighed me by probably 15 pounds. Our cocks were basically a match - average in length, but both fatter than normal and circumsized, though his ballsac hung down a LOT lower than mine did - I envied him that! Despite the tina, we were both sporting hardons. We did a few more puffs on the pipe while feeling each other up, then fell down into a 69, both of us sucking cock like our lives depended on it. I remember that cock being so amazing to suck and this went on for quite sometime, but I kept being distracted by little glimpses of paradise beyond his lowhangers. I came up for air... "Damn, I gotta get my tongue in your hole man...". "Yeah, baby," he replied. "Let's take another hit, then get your face in my ass and get it ready for your cock." Out came the lighter, white vapor curled, we puffed and shotgunned a few times and then he lay down on his back and lifted those legs. I pulled my poppers out of my bag. This was the real stuff in those days - amyl - and handed him the bottle. He took a big huff and passed them to me, and I took a huge huff as well. I got the top back on and slipped the bottle back in his hand just as they hit me and I went animal. I slid my knees on either side of him, pulled his legs way up and dove face first into that hairy hole. I was so intent on eating that hot manhole for all I was worth that I felt like I was shoving my tongue and half my head up his channel. He was nearly apoplectic with horniness as he thrashed and moaned under me, muttering "eat me man, eat me..." between moans for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I heard him huff the poppers and he said "Do it now man. FUCK ME!" I lowered his legs to my shoulders and dripped saliva onto my cock. No way I was stopping to find the KY now! He held the poppers under my nose while I did a hit, then returned the bottle to his nose while I slowly but steadily pressed into that butch butthole. Heaven. Between the poppers, the crystal, the fact that he was a hot military dude it was already one of my hottest fucks to date. That's when he pulled the final card. "Do me man! Fuck that hole. Punish me for being the fucked up bully I was to you. Take it out on my hole man - punish me good and make me your bitch tonight." THAT sent me into maniac mode. I literally roared (probably loud enough for some houses back in the neighborhood to hear if their windows were open) and WAILED on his hole. I fucked him missionary, I fucked him doggie, I pulled him onto my lap and made him ride me, then stood us up with his legs around my back and fucked him standing - which if I'd thought about it made us visible to anyone who happened to be cutting through the woods. We wound up back on the ground face to face when I finally blasted him full of cum, an orgasm that in my enhanced state felt like none I'd ever had before. "Now that was a grudge fuck for the ages, man. Way to go!" I remember him saying. "Let's puff up and then its my turn... you'll be amazed at the stamina this shit gives you." He put more rocks in the pipe and we puffed and made out and shotgunned and puffed. Then he had me stand up. "Show me that dancer butt you're going to give me." I turned around and heard him huffing poppers behind me then he grabbed my ass from his kneeling position and dove face into my crack. Locking my knees, I bent forward at the waist, and moaned as that tongue hit my hungry hole. I picked up the poppers and took two hits, closed the bottle then reached back and pulled my cheeks open further to allow his tongue better access. Then utilized my dancer's flexibility by wrapping my hands around my lower legs, sticking my head between my legs and licking and slurping on his balls and the tip of his cock. That set him off and he pulled away from my hole and hissed, "on your back, on your back, gotta fuck this ass...". Happy to oblige, I got on my back, spread and lifted my legs and smiled. He handed me the poppers, I hit them as he was spitting on his cock, and handed him back the bottle. His hard tool brushed my pucker as he took his hit and when the euphoria hit me I practically pulled him into me. No KY for me either, and I didn't seem to need it either (which was unusual for me, who topped way more than bottomed). His cock felt amazing, I'd never taken a cock so quickly, so easily and so comfortably before... the stuff in that pipe was freakin' awesome! He threw me an excellent fuck - as promised - and like I did with him, he changed our position a number of times. He got me back onto my back on the ground and skitched around to pull out the pipe and lighter and we traded hits with his cock still in me. When he put the equipment down he wrapped my legs over his back and leaned in and drove his tongue into my mouth, deeply frenching while he ground his cock in deep, slow, insistent circles in my willing hole and after a few minutes of this mind-blowing screwing, blew his wad into my butt and collapsed onto my chest laughing. When his cock deflated a bit and slipped out of me, he rolled over and got out the stuff to reload his pipe. It was obvious that neither of us was remotely close to being finished with this play session, just like he warned me. We puffed some more and then he smirked at me, "so both our slut holes are full of manjuice just waiting to be licked out man... up for it?". Hell yes I was! We each took a hit of poppers and threw ourselves into a violent anal 69 driving our tongues as far into each other's hairy hole in order to find the nectar there. We were both insane with lust, and loving every minute. We went on for a few more hours, fucking, sucking, rimming, 69ing and each dropped another load or two in the other's willing hole when we realized we probably should draw this to a close. It had to be around 3AM. We packed up and started walking back through the woods. As we walked I thanked him for bringing the pipe and told him I thought it was incredible. "That it is," he replied. "But I gotta tell ya' there's a bit of a downside. You probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but you should lie down and relax anyway... and you'll likely still be horny as hell in the morning. What's your day like tomorrow anyway?" I told him it was totally free and he smiled. "Excellent. I think I know a way we can continue this later... give me your parents number" (Remember, this was before cellphones). He turned aside to go into his house and promised to call me around 11AM. I got home and tiptoed up to my old room, where I basically lay on the bed tweaking my nips, jerking my cock or fingering my hole. It all felt just fine. Just after 11 he called and said he'd "figured it out" and to pick him up at noon at his parents. We drove back to the mall and he had me head to the area where the buses came in. A few minutes later, a bus pulled up and among those getting out was another military looking guy who I was told was coming with us, and that we had a room waiting at the Holiday Inn around the corner. His friend got in the car and introductions were made, and we laughed over us being, John, John and Sean. Sean was a square-jawed soldier, african-american taller than either of us but slimmer in build. While Sean and I stayed in the car around the corner from the office, John went into get keys. He came around the building and signaled us the room number. We waited for him to walk to it and open the door, then I parked and we went over to the room. I pulled my trusty knapsack with me and both of the guys had their rucksacks. Once in the room, John explained that Sean was also on leave, was a fuck buddy of his (though very carefully for both, as they were in active service) and that when Sean was home on leave, he was the one that could supply John, and now us, with those magic crystals. Sean had a water pipe with him which he loaded up and this was even smoother than the small straight pipe John and I used the night before. We puffed and puffed and shared smoke and the clothes came off... Sean proved to have another toned military body, and was pretty much hairless except pubes, eyebrows and head. His ass was beautiful and his cock was long and thin, definitely longer than either John's or mine. We got higher and then got to business, Sean's cock and ass proved as tasty as they looked, and what followed was an awesome three way where each one of us was fucked by each of the others, rimmed and sucked by each of the others, filled with cum by each of the others, and generally had an awesome chem-filled fuckapalooza. Though I had DP'd before as a top, and did so for both of these guys too, I had never had two cocks up MY butt at the same time... but after Sean pushed a few crystals up mine and I huffed on the poppers, I soon was sitting on two soldier's rifles at the same time... freakin' amazing! I was seriously glad that an older buddy had taught me how to be a good fisting top when I was 19 because at one point I had the two soldiers in front of me, on their knees side by side, while I had my whole hand and wrist in each manhole. It was truly awesome. I had done threeways before this in my young life, but none this hot. We played until Sunday morning, when I need to get home and they needed to get ready to finish their leave. Never did get to see either of them again, but DAMN, what a hot weekend, and what a great way to get back at a bully!

I opened the door letting in some of the hot July heat from outside to see a man in his mid to late twenties, tall about 6'5", with light brown hair that was matted with sweat. His face was smooth with no glasses and with sweat rolling down the side. I could see dark sweat stains on his shirt from his underarms. He introduced himself as John, the Cable Guy. I listened to his voice, silky, smooth, friendly and I felt sorry for him in the heat so I invited him inside my warm apartment. I offered him some ice tea and listened as he told me of the specials the cable company was offering. As I listened to his voice I was mesmorized. Something about the way he pronounced his words and rolled them along his tongue got me all worked up. He looked down and got red in the face, I looked down to see the head of my hard cock peeking from the side of my shorts. I apologized and stuck my dick back inside. He told me no problem and then continued with the sales pitch. I agreed to the proposal and he wrote up the paperwork. Once I had signed everything that needed to be signed I suggested a refill of tea. As I got up he grabbed my arm and then got a hold of my hard cock and started jacking it as he looked up at me. He squatted down and pulled my dirty shorts off my hard cock. He pulled my dirty underwear from my shorts and looked at me as he smelled them, taking a deep breath. I watched as he stuffed my dirty underwear(I could see me skid marks) in his mouth. Speechless, I took hold of my hard cock and started jacking off watching this display of dirty manscent sniffing turning me on. What he did not know is two can play this game. I lead John to my bedroom and pushed him down on my musky bed sheets. I took one of his feet and removed his black shoe. Taking a whiff of his shoe I put it down and took his black sock off and staring at him I put the stinky sock to my nose and took a deep intake of his smelly sock scent. I took his bare foot and rubbed his sweaty foot all over my face. I licked in between his toes and got it covered in my spit. I took his other foot and did the same thing. Then I took both bare feet and rubbed them along my hairy chest and under my arms then taking them further below and sticking my bare cock between them and jacking my cock with his feet getting them wet with my pre-cum. He groaned and grabbed me, pulling me on top of him on my bed. He pulled my face towards him and licked and smelled his scent all over my face. Telling me how hot he got watching me sniff his stinky feet and feeling my bare cock between them. I turned him over and took his sweaty shirt off of him. I stuck my nose in his very stinky slimy pit hair. It was intoxicating. I licked and sucked the hairs under each arm. John looking at me the whole time. I kissed him hard sticking my tongue down his thoat while he took whiffs of his armpit stink on me. I tore off Johns pants and underwear. He wore tighty whities. I looked for skid marks from this hot guy and found them. I smelled his shitty scent on his shorts while staring at him. He got red in the face as he realized I was smelling his ass scent from the skid marks. I moaned letting him know I loved the scent. I stuffed his underwear in my mouth and rubbed it all over my face and underarms and under my sweaty, stinky balls and finally a whip along my stinky sweaty asscrack leaving a skid mark of my own. He moaned louder and grabbed his underwear. He rubbed it all along his face sniffing at all the newfound scents on it. He looked at me as he stuffed them in his mouth as well. We were both naked, sweating, and stinky from the July heat. I lay on top of him and kissed him all along his face. He was holding me tight and grabbing my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and running his hands along the crack. I pushed him on his stomach and worked my way to his ass. I saw whips of his ass hair peeking out of his crack. I bit his ass cheeks and then pulled them apart. Phew, I jokingly told him you reek back here. He grabbed my head and shoved in down his ass. I moaned as I licked his crack and took deep whiffs of the stinky, smell that emulated from this dark place in his body. John moaned out loud as I stuck my tongue along his hot hole. I moaned back at him that his stink was turning me on. He flipped me over and took my ass, licking and biting and sucking my hot hole. He moaned and told me my ass was the nastiest, stinkyist, asshole he has tasted in a long time. Sucking my hole and leaving plenty of spit I knew what was coming. He told me he was going to fuck me bareback. He rubbed his bare cock up along my asscrack, getting it wet with my sweat and ass juices. He told me his cock was smelling like my ass. John turned and told me to find out for myself as he stuck his slimy, stinky, cock in my mouth. I smelled my ass scent on his cock and also got a good whiff of his sweaty ball scent and the deep stinky scent of his pubic bush. Soon he took his cock out of my mouth and I was on my back. He took one of my feet and put it on his face as he took his hard cock and slowly worked the bare cock deep in my asshole. I felt the head of his cock push against my hole. I pushed like I was taking a dump to open my hole a little to let him in. I felt a fullness and my hole stretched wide and I yelped as he pushed most of his bare cock inside me. I moaned as he pushed more inside me. I finally felt his hot stinky breath on my face and sweat fall on my face as I felt his bush rub against my smooth asscheeks and I knew I had all his bare cock inside my hole. He laid on top of me. Kissing me gently, letting me get used to the bare hairy log of man meat deep in my gut. My legs lay on his butt cheeks, I was surrounded by so much man stink I lost track of the different scents. It all mixed together. What I remember at that moment was a very strong scent of my ass since it was wide open. I wondered if any dirt had leaked out of my hole or was lining his cock. I looked at John's sweaty face above mine as he stroked my face and licked at my ear. I asked him if the ass stink was too strong for him. John just looked at me for a moment and gently laid his entire body weight on top of mine and held my face in both big hands of his and told me that my stink only turned him on. He told me he had never been that hard before, he felt he would burst at any time. He told me that he reveled in man scent. He kissed me and told me to hold on because if there was no shit running down my asscrack and surrounding his cock at this time he would make sure there was by the time he shoved his man batter deep in my hole. All that I remember is holding on best I could on to John's sweaty back and sides as he pounded his bare cock in and out of my slimy hole. He slipped out a couple of times and I heard myself fart a few times as my asshole was worked over. Sweat rained on top of me. John's armpit stink was raw and powerful in my face as he pounded away. I felt something run along my asscrack and thought for a moment that John got his wish. John at that moment grinned at me through sweat soaked eyelids, took a deep whiff of the ass stink overpowering the bedroom. Roared loaded as he power fucked me even harder. I cried out from the pounding. Finally, I felt John tense up and bello out to watch out because his stinky, shit covered bare cock was going to shot in my hot hole. I held tight and he groaned and held still for a few moments as he poured his cum deep in my recesses. My asshole gave a final belch as his cock fred itself from my greedy asshole. John looked at the mess of dirt on his cockhead and lining his cock. He proudly presented himself to me, in all his naked smelly glory. I looked at his dirty cock and looked up to my man and returned his smile. I knew I had done good. He laid next to me and used some of the musky sheets to clean up my dirty asshole and crack. He cleaned his dirty cock with the sheet as well. Afterwards, he grabbed my asscheeks and spead them wide. He took a whiff of my powerful scent and stuck his tongue deep in my hole. I knew he was seeking his seed deep inside. Once he was done he got on top of me once again and stuck his tongue in my mouth. We took turns sucking on my cum and ass juices he got from my hole. I jacked my hard cock with John playing with my sweaty, hairy balls when I let loose with my own cum which John managed to swallow. As I laid in my bed listening to John, the Cable Guy naked and snoring beside me I wondered what would happen next...