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Hogtying Declan
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—November, 2022 Declan, the young man in the military, who came to me in August to open his ass, needed another session. We set one up, but his superiors changed his schedule and he had to cancel. He was finally on my doorstep again on an evening in November. He looked great: just under 30 years old, tall—with a little extra weight and a whole lot of muscle. “I need to tell you, I’ve had nothing in my butt since you were in there.” “That’s a shame,” I told him as I took him downstairs. “Strip and put your clothes on the chair by the door. I’ll be back.” He tried to grin at me as I shut the door… I go to my room and strip down. I put on my wrist cuff and jock. I leave my boots untied. I tromp down the stairs again. Declan is naked, but for his underwear (He remembers we had texted about how I liked to rip a hole in briefs to get to a man’s hole.) I tell him to kneel by the fuck bench. I sit on the bed and slowly lace up my boots. He’s nervous. And I make him more so by stretching out the time it takes to tie my bootlaces. I stand up, pat his head and say, “Let’s get these on you.” I take the restraints off the sling chains. I buckle them around his closest ankle. Now, the other one. “Hold out your hand.” He extends his right arm and I fasten the leather around his wrist. “And again.” His eyes are wide as I tighten the strap down. I move and let the sling down, so it hangs by just two chains, covering the mirror on the wall there. I stand under the frame. “Come here.” I point to the spot at my feet. He moves from the bench to kneel in front of me. “Open your mouth.” He does. My hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into the ripe jock pouch. He tongues it with a slight groan. I just want to be in his mouth, so I release his. I pull my cock out of the jock. It begins to harden at the sight of him on his knees. His hands are behind his back—without being told to put them there. I slap his face with my cock—which hardens it completely. He opens wider and I shove it into him. He starts to gag, but masters it. He is still learning oral technique, but it’s just fine for now. I simply want it wet. “Up on the bench.” He mounts it, offering me his ample ass. I go to my knees, pull down the briefs and stick my tongue up his hole. He groans. Damn, he’s tighter than the first time. I slobber on his hole and push it in. I tongue fuck him for a long time. I move to two fingers. I try my cock. No way. I grab the smallest butt plug and grease it up. It glides in fairly easily. He pants as he takes it, telling me to open his “cunthole.” I fuck him with the toy. Then my fingers again. “You ready for my cock?” He grunts something unintelligible. I stand up, greased and ready. My cock head pops in. He grunts. But I push on in. Slowly. Completely. Balls deep. It’s a short fuck. He whimpers on every stroke. He is still damned tight. I pull out and bring my cock up to his mouth. He cleans me thoroughly. Almost reverently. I fuck a little more before saying “Let’s move to the sling.” I fasten it back in place and Declan climbs in. I clip his wrist above his head; his ankles are clipped to the chains and not the stirrups. I eat his hole again. He is wet now, from my saliva and precum and even more from his own juices, desperately making lube to help with the fleshy intruder. I stand up. I slide in. Easier now. He sighs instead of grunts. “It’s easier on your back, isn’t it?” Declan nods. I make a mental note to start him here the next time. I fuck him for a long time. I vary the speed and the depth of my thrusts. I often stand still and push and pull the sling (and Declan) onto my hard cock. “I want to try another stretch.” I grab the small speculum. This is new to him. He enjoys the cool metal going in. And the slow crank open. PIC “Now I’m adding my dick.” Declan gasps as I fuck him with the toy in place. I fuck and fuck… I leave him alone in the sling and go to work on the fuck bench. I lower the middle piece so it is now a level surface—a padded table. I unclip Declan and have him lay on his back on the table. I grab the hogtie rings from the shelf—and clip all four of the restraints to it. The rings are right over his chest, pulling his arms and legs into a fuck position. I push down on the hogtie. His legs roll his ass up a little for easier entry. I fuck him. He can’t move at all, unless I loosen my grip. Declan is in heaven. He loves being immobile while getting his ass reamed out. I fuck him hard, my balls slapping his upturned ass with a delightfully wet sound. I finally need to take a break. I’m sure he does, too. I unclip him and let him stretch his legs. “Do you want to be bred?” “Fuck, yes. I want to walk around base with your load in me.” This makes my dick drool. We choose the sling for the breeding. I eat his freshly fucked hole. The mix of juices running out of his ass is intoxicating. It will be easy to breed this man. I re-lube myself as I eat him out. “My hole feels so open,” he murmurs. “You need to find someone close to home to fuck you,” I tell him as I stand up. “This ass shouldn’t have to wait 3 months for cock.” I slide in, just as I say the last part of the sentence. Declan groans. “Fuck me…” I already am. A hard driving fuck that is going to take me over the edge. “Breed my ass. Cum in me…” he groans again and again. A mantra of need. I slow the fuck. Each stroke is now deliberate. And harder. My full length every time. The mantra becomes a whimper. He can see it in my face—that I am so damn close. And I’m there. I shoot into him spurt after spurt until my balls are empty… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hogtying Declan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 6, 2022 -
Long time lurker. Figured it’s about time I started posting some of my own sexcapades. I’m in the military and getting ready for a deployment. They have us in this god forsaken place here in Texas. Pretty locked down. Luckily, there’s Grindr. One thing about me is that when I’m in the open bay and there is only the showers or the bathroom stalls to JO then I’d rather go without fapping. So by the time I met this boy I had a weeks worth of cum brewing in my balls. He is a cute, 28 yo, 5’5” tall, 155 lbs, white, vers/bottom. I’m 6’1, 185 lbs and fit. I love cute, short, bottoms that are just a lil bit chubby. Anyways, he hits me up on Grindr and get my juices flowing and so horned up my balls hurt. He is just so cute and fuckable. Unfortunately, us being just enlisted and not high enough on the totem pole to have our own rooms. Unlike the major I hooked up with here. But that’s another story…. We had to figure out a place to meet. That’s when we came upon these latrines that are off the beaten track. we kiss a little bit, he sucks me, and I start getting a little hard. He starts eating me out and I get way hard. I might be more verse depending on the situation and this is one of them. I wasn’t prepared to get fucked but I wanted to feel his dick a little bit. So I squatted and lined up his dick with my hole. It felt really good but I knew I wasn’t clean down there so I turn around and then turn him around. I start spitting on his hole and working it in. I spit on my dick. And ease the head in. I can tell I went to far when i see he winces so I pull out and add more spit. I go a little slower this time and his hole opens up nicely. I don’t like a hole that is too tight. He is bent at the waist and I’m standing and I start getting into a good rhythm. We are standing in front on the sinks. Quick aside, honestly the way this bathroom is set up it would be perfect for cruising. Anyways, I’m so lookin on forward to blowing this load and boy it feels good when I do. It was such a fat fucking load. His hole looked so good coated in my cum. I had to snap a pic. I scooped some off of his hole and gave it to him to see if he wanted a taste. But he declined. I cleaned him up. I wanted to get him off too but with the risk of getting caught we were in a hurry to leave. it was hot walking back and hearing him say that his hole was wet and dripping. we have actually hooked up one more time since then and I got his load up my bottom. we plan to hook up tonight. It will be our last chance because I ship out tomorrow night and will be busy all day. I plan to leave another load in him and get one more before he goes. im adding the picture of his loaded hole. Hope you enjoyed my first post.
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Serving His Country and Serving Me
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—August, 2022 We had talked on one of the hookup sites for some time. Our schedules had never meshed, but suddenly they did. Declan wanted me to fuck him. He had had a few experiences with men, but they had all had average to small cocks. “I want you to show no mercy to me, tie me down if you have to, just make me take your big dick.” I learned that Declan is serving his country. Now he desperately wanted to serve me. He is a good-looking young man, fast approaching 30. He is likely around 5’10” and carries some extra weight and a lot of muscle. I reminded him about clean out as I would be going deeper than the few men who had fucked him previously. That made him nervous, but he quickly learned how to do it. (Thank you, YouTube!) He arrived on time and was incredibly nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and told him to strip. That I would be back. For some reason, I did not change to my jock and boots like I always do. I went back down fully dressed. He was sitting on the bed, looking at the fuck vid on the television screen. He was not remotely hard… I stand by the fuck bench. “Come here.” I point to the floor between my spread legs. He kneels there. “Look at me.” He looks up and a nervous smile flashes across his face. I pull his head into the crotch of my faded 501’s. He gasps and then relaxes. He nuzzles my cock through the denim. “Have you sucked cock before?” “A couple of times,” he mumbles and all on his own adds, “Sir.” “Open my jeans—and get me hard.” The last part will be easy, I am already growing. He unbuckles my belt and the three buttons of the fly. He spreads them open. My underwear is mounded. He peals it down, his hands slightly shaky. He goes for my balls first. His tongue is thick and wet. He licks them hungrily. He works up the shaft and takes the head into his mouth. He is a little toothy. “Cover your teeth.” He does and the blow job improves immeasurably. He is eager one moment, and shy about showing that to me. Which makes it both hot and endearing. “Lick my balls again.” He buries his face there. I notice his cock is now erect and dripping. “Untie my boots.” He does what he’s told. I sit on the bed and he pulls them off. I stand up and he helps get the jeans and underwear off. The shirt follows. The boots go back on. I sit on the bed and spread my legs wide. “Lick under my balls.” He’s not expecting this. But he does it. He like the scent of me under my hairy testicles. He licks my taint, but certainly makes no move to taste my ass. I consider telling him to rim me, but decide to save that for another session. “Get on the bench.” He does. I have to show him how to move his knees forward to get his ass in the right position. “Has anyone eaten your ass before?’ “Sort of…” he starts. I kneel, pull apart his ample butt cheeks and my tongue pokes into his pucker. “Fuck! Not like that…” he moans. I spit on his hole and drill it into him. Over and over. He opens his poppers. “May I take a hit, sir?” I grunt out an affirmative sound, never stopping my oral assault of his ass. He is loosening. Slowly but surely. I stand and poke my cockhead against him. “I’m not fucking you yet, just wiping my precum on your hole.” This makes him whimper. I go back to my knees and push my juices into his ass. His hole is responding. I spit one last time and stand up, my dick lubed. “You want this cock raw, right?” “Yes, Sir. On PrEP, Sir.” I slap his hole with my cock and begin the entry. He is damned tight. He fights a little, pulling away from me. I hold his hips and work in. The hole surrenders and takes my head. He grunts. And asks for more. “I can take it, Sir.” I inch into him. One inch. Two inches. I fuck him like that, then pull out and eat his ass again. I stand back up. He takes four inches this time. Again I do the shallow fuck before some more tongue. I am not going to rape his hole as he thought I would have to do. I want him to want it. I stand up and insert. “How does it feel?” “Better, Sir.” Making him talk and not concentrate on his ass let’s me get three quarters of my dick into him. I fuck him, using just that much of me. “Take another popper hit.” He does. I speed up—but don’t go deeper. “You licked cock right out of your ass?” “Once, Sir.” I pull out and bring it to him. He tentatively opens his mouth and takes me in. He gives a low moan. He goes from obeying to licking me ravenously. He loves the taste of his hole or the depravity or both. “Leave lots of saliva on it, for I’m going back in.” As I pull out of his mouth, he drools more spit on my shaft. I move around and fuck him again with three quarters of my length. I make him clean me a second time before we move to the sling. I get him in place, stirrups adjusted. He is more comfortable here. I eat his hole again. He is starting to self-lube—as protection from the invasion of my cock. I add more spit. I stand and insert. I am at the same depth, only three quarters inside him. I hold. “Take a hit.” He does. Instantly, I sink into him. He gasps. His eyes roll back. I begin a slow fuck. “That feels so good…” he mumbles. I build the speed of the fuck. Poppers open. I am soon slamming into him and he is taking it. “Yes!” he gasps. “Fuck me with that big cock.” I do. For a long time. I pull out and eat his ass again. I re-lube and begin to enter him. “Try it with no poppers this time.” “Yes, Sir.” His ass opens and takes me. I give him a blistering, eyes-rolling-up into-his-head fuck. I stop only when I need to catch my breath. “That was incredible,” he murmurs. “I took it.” “Without help.” I give him a break. “You ever sit on a rimseat?” “No, Sir.” I pull it out and spend a long time eating his dripping ass. He is rock hard now and stroking. I know I need to cum soon—and I don’t want to waste it jerking here as I swallow his ass juices. “Sling time,” I tell him. He gets up, eagerly. “Fuck me hard again,” he begs as I get his legs in place. “Please.” I eat his hole a little more. I piss on his ass crack which makes him gasp. He’s mine now to use. I lick up some piss and push some into his hole. I fuck. Hard. Fast. I slow down. “Popper up, before I breed you.” “Yes, Sir.” He does both nostrils and inhales through his mouth. I fuck harder the moment the cap is back on. “You want my load?” “Yes, Sir.” I pick up more speed. I can feel my balls tighten. “Keep it in you,” I pant. I am so damn close. “All the home,” he grunts out. And I’m there. I spurt into him again and again. When I come down from my high, I grab his cock. I jerk him, with me still filling his ass, rocking my softening dick in his cum filled hole. He can hear my load squish. He fires off an enormous amount of jizz—it covers his chest. Splat after splat. I mop some up with my hand and taste it. I mop up more and make him clean my fingers… Mission accomplished. The original, with some pics and great comments by my readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Serving His Country and Serving Me (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 24, 2022 -
Chapter 1. God, I am a bastard. I found myself at loose ends for the first time in my life. For the past twenty years, I lived and breathed the Marines. I joined fresh out of high school at 17, and had my twenty at 37. I wasn’t really sure I was going to leave the service, but that decision was largely taken away from me when I popped positive on an HIV test. The whys and hows of my conversion are a different story, though. Do you know how limiting being positive is to a military career? The short answer is very. They do not kick you out, but they really limit what you can do. So here I was at 37, retired with half pay and a whole lot of time, and every constant from my life removed. I had a lot of money in the bank (even with the low pay, 20 years of almost no expenses adds up), full military benefits, and an honorable discharge. I was so bored. When I couldn’t stand living in my own head anymore, I decided to go back and get a college degree. Really, that is where this story begins. I decided on Civil Engineering not because of any particular interest, but because the Department of Labor showed the highest 20-year growth in that field of all the engineering fields. I applied for, and was accepted at the University of Texas at Austin. Honestly, I think I was accepted solely because of my military service, but beggars can’t be choosers. At the freshman orientation, I was very uncomfortable. Here I was at 37, 20 years older than everyone around me. At this point I really started to question my decision, but fate intervened. Call it providence, call it fate, or call it luck, but I bumped into someone just a handful of years younger than me who was going back to finish his degree. He was a nice guy who showed me around campus (he lived in Austin) and gave me the info on living in Austin. He also offered to help me get up to speed on all the math I had never taken or just completely forgot. If I had not met him, the rest of this story would not be possible. Now I should say that I had not been sexually active since my diagnosis. Being in the military so long, I had long since gotten used to suppressing my sexual needs. I just took that energy and used it to improve my body (which was already in good shape), increasing my workouts until I was in the best shape of my life. That continued until after my first semester had started. Now I suppose I should describe myself, just to keep some of you interested. I am a nicely built 6’, around 220 lb of lean muscle. My coloring is pretty average, brown hair, blue eyes, a moderate amount of hair on my chest. I am a good looking guy, not great, but not ugly by any means. I still, to this day, wear a high and tight. One of my better features though is my cock. I was blessed with a thick, veiny cock, still intact, that while not gargantuan was a very nice 7.5” long, 6” around. Not the largest by any means, but quite respectable. Now my buddy, who I will call S, really helped me out when I started. He let me stay in his house for a couple months while I got my shit together, showed me around town, and helped me come out of my shell. It turned out he was gay as well. He was pretty open about it, but it took me longer to open up. 37 years in the closet will do that to you. He also convinced me to join some student organizations, just to round out my college experience. I am glad I found him, because I don’t think I could have made it without him. The first time it happened, I really felt ashamed of myself. I found myself at the Gregory Gym getting a late-night workout in after study tables when I caught a kid checking me out. I say kid, but he was probably around 20, but he just seemed so young to me. As I went through my routine, he kept looking up until I left the workout area. I headed in, showered quickly (a habit from the Marines I have since broken), and then headed to the steam room to relax. It is in the steam room it happened. I hadn’t been in there 5 minutes when the kid walks in. He was a handsome man with reddish blond hair, not built but not fat, with a smattering of chest hair and a trimmed goatee. He smiled at me and nodded, and I just nodded back. His next actions surprised me, though. After sitting for a few minutes, he started rubbing himself though his towel. Now at this point, I hadn’t had sex with anyone in over a year, so I went from limp to painfully erect in seconds. The lack of blood to my brain probably led to the rest of the nights actions, because rather than discouraging his behavior, as I should have, I started rubbing myself through my shorts. That was all it took. The next thing I know, he is exposed and stroking a hard, cut 6 incher. I followed suit, and before I knew it he was sucking me down his throat. At this point, what little rational thought I had left, and that leaving changed my life and probably his forever. I don’t know what came over me, but next thing I know I am standing behind him, one arm around his chest, the other around his cock, with my cock leaking a river of precum into the cleft of his ass. After a minute or two of this treatment, He was writhing and moaning, which only made me leak that much faster. Then he said three little words that would certainly change his life: "Please fuck me." I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to. I was so horned up, my only thought was getting off. I lubed him up with spit and precum and worked my cock into his bare ass. It was pure bliss. After giving him a minute or two of gentle fucking, I started to really pound into him. For over a year I had denied myself this, and I just couldn’t help myself. He had one hand braced against the wall, one hand stroking his dick, and was backing into me as if he just couldn’t get enough. His downfall, however, was when he came. I could feel his already tight ass clamp down on my cock and I quickly followed him over the edge. It felt like I shot a gallon of cum in his ass in what was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I kept myself in there for a couple of minutes while I recovered; only pulling out when he started stepping away. When I pulled out, a fat wad of cum followed, splatting on the floor and it was then my senses returned to me. I had just fucked him bare, came in his ass, and I was positive. It was quite distressing to me, and I quickly left the gym feeling enormously guilty. The part I felt worst about though was how much I enjoyed it. I liked the thought of my cum filling his ass, of him going back to his dorm or apartment and sleeping with a piece of me in him. I shouldn’t like it, I should be disgusted with it, but god help me I did. That is how it began.- 12 replies
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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!
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I travel extensively and am interested in finding the best places in the U.S. for military dick and cum. Your stories would be welcomed too.
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I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump. -
I live not that far from the Fort Knox military base, and it occurred to me that I might one evening try taking a room at one of the nearby off-base motels to host Tops. Has anyone had any experience finding Tops from a local military base interested in fucking bottoms?
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I placed an ad on Craigslist this afternoon seeking hung tops to load my ass. The scene would be totally anonymous...come into my apartment, slide in my hole, nut, then leave. The first response got me really excited. The guy simply said he was a muscular 26 year old with an 8 inch, very thick cock. Interestingly, his full name was on the message, and I found his Facebook with little effort. My heart skipped a beat when I browsed his photos. Military. Married (to a beautiful woman). Muscular. There were countless shirtless photos. This guy was tall, blonde, gorgeous, and ripped. So we exchanged messages, and it was clear he was committed to dumping his load in me. He asked that the scene be totally anonymous. I would be ass up on the bed, lubed and ready to receive. He wanted me to wear a blindfold so I wouldn't see him (of course he didn't know I already knew what he looked like). And he warned me about his girth...suggested I should popper up when I hear him enter the apartment. So apparently he lives very close to me. Within five minutes of sending him my address, I hear the door open and footsteps ascending the stairs. I hear him remove his shoes, then his pants, t-shirt, and underwear. He grabs the lube next to the bed and begins to jack his cock. In his deep masculine voice, he orders me to take a hit of poppers. I feel the first lubed finger enter my hole, then suddenly two more. He's not wasting any time. He orders me to take a long hit of poppers and says he is ready to fuck. He yanks his fingers out of my hole and within seconds I feel his heavy dick rest between my cheeks. He won't let me touch his dick, but it feels gigantic. Without warning, he guides his cock down my ass and slides his entire huge cock all the way into my ass with one hard push. I blurt out a loud "oh my god" and he smacks my ass hard. He keeps pushing as hard as he can, keeping his cock buried as far into my ass as he can get. My asshole is spasming from his girth. He's hitting my prostate so hard that the pre-cum just keeps leaking from my cock. Though I'm already spinning from the poppers, he leans over and places the bottle under my nose. As I take a long hit, I marvel that I can feel his pecs and abs against my back. This hot, ripped, married military guy has his raw cock in my ass, and I know he's going to breed me. He screws the cap back on the poppers, drops the bottle on the bed, and pulls all the way out. He pulls my cheeks apart and praises me for my now gaping hole. He spits on my hole and shoves in hard once again. This time he pounds my ass, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in to the hilt. He keeps up this pace for a good five minutes, and I seriously think I'm going to faint from the assault on my hole and the popper high. He finally slows down. I start to enjoy the pleasure of his gentle pushing and pulling. But that didn't last long. He again pushed his cock as far into me as he could, as hard as he could. I hear the bottle of poppers open, and he takes a big hit. His cock noticeably swells in my ass. He feverishly begins to slam his cock in and out of my hole. His breathing gets heavy, and I can tell he's about to blow. "Where do you want me to cum, man?" "Do you want me to breed that ass?" "You want my load up that pussy?" My mind is on overdrive. This fucking hot military guy is about to shoot his sperm in my hole. I'm going to be bred. With one loud grunt, he buries his cock deep in my ass. I feel his cock spasm as he shoots that load deep in my bowels. He stays in my hole far longer than I expected, sliding his cock gently in and out. When he finally pulls out, I feel his warm cum run out my hole and down my balls. I hear him walk to the other side of the bed, and his thick hands grab the sides of my head. He orders me to lick his cock clean. I can taste the remnants of cum, and I inhale the subtle smell of my ass. He backs away and gets dressed. Then he tells me to stay on the bed until I hear the door close. I can't believe this has just happened. But then I thought I should check my messages again. Nothing too promising, so I check Grindr. This handsome black 20 year old college student asks if I'd be down for an anonymous fuck. The moment I got his cock pic I agreed. He was packing at least nine inches. For a moment I wondered if the pic might be fake, but I was willing to take a chance. Like the military stud, this guy lives close. Less than five minutes after I sent my address, he's standing behind me, fully erect and ready to go. He's no nonsense. Lubes up and starts pushing in. Thankfully I was loosened up from earlier, but I took a hit of poppers to make the entry easier. His cock is not as thick...but it feels like he's actually longer than nine. I don't feel his balls against my ass, so he's not all the way in. The pain is quite intense at this point, and I put my hands on his legs to stop him for a minute. After a minute or two, I take another hit of poppers. He takes the cue and pushes all the way in. It might be deepest I've ever felt a cock in my ass. So I ask him, "How big is that thing?" His response: 10.5 inches! Damn, I'm really fucked. How the hell can I take this cock when it already hurts this much? He clearly didn't care if it hurt because he grabbed my hips and began to aggressively fuck my hole. He wasn't gentle at all. He'd pull back until only a couple of inches were in my ass, then slam all the way in until his low hanging balls slapped against my ass. He got into a rhythm, and as my ass began to froth from the previous load, the sound of his balls slapping my ass got louder. And the longer he fucked me, the filthier his words got. "You want my black seed, you white whore?" "You love this black cock, white boy?" "You want this big black cock to breed you?" The questions continued, and then he pushed deep. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.....I'm gonna breed your white hole." And with that, I feel that long black cock quiver deep in my ass, filling me up with his seed. He abruptly pulls all the way out. Before I can clamp my ass closed, the cum rushes out. I feel it run down my balls, onto my cock, dripping onto the sheets. How much cum did I have up there?! After he leaves, I take a hit of poppers and finger my hole, lapping up the cum that coats my fingers. I start jerking off, and as I get closer to orgasm, I try to push out more cum. I hear a plop as cum streams to the floor. I bend down and lick it up, savoring the taste of the cum from these two anonymous guys.
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I am in the military and find it easier to hookup with guys like me. I don't want a bf, I just want to fucked and sucked by married straight guys. I have had more cock than I can count and am always up for anon play. I'd love a group of buds to hangout with at my house, drink some beers and then get my ass pumped full. Anyone else military want to share stories of hooking up with guys like me. Every reply gets a private pic.
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Cadet Boy After Plebe Summer Orientation phase at my Midwest military academy, there I am screaming in my barracks “I can’t take it anymore!” I felt relief as I began unbuttoning my coat. Each button I release freed another pocket of heat from my skin. I stripped down to wearing only my jockstrap. New cadets (Fresh Meat) had to report two weeks before the start of class work for orientation camp, which was mostly PT and long hours of marching drills. Uniform issuance for the first two weeks was limited to Alpha and Bravo PT uniforms, and under garments were restricted to regular athletic supporters, and a cup jock with a metal cup. Sleeping was initially allowed in the nude, until upperclassman observed Fresh Meat “pitching morning tents” so the drill sarge ordered jocks in the bunks to “keep discipline” in the ranks. Jockstraps with metal cups were initially required for combative exercises in PT, but soon it was felt more time efficient if cups were worn during all PT. Later it felt that too much time was spent changing from drill to PT, so cups were ordered on the drill field. I hadn’t realized it yet but another cadet in my unit had been watching me from across the barracks. His name was Vince, and his cot was positioned diagonal to mine, just enough for him to catch a full view of me practically naked in my jockstrap. It wasn’t long before I felt his eyes staring at me. I instinctively turn my head in his direction. For a split second our eyes connected, his facial expression was one of annoyance, his dark bushy eye brows wrinkled to a crease between his dark eyes. Never really seen Vince frustrated like this before. He was always in a good mood, not much older than I am. Dark ebony colored skin, big cheeks, puppy dog dark brown eyes and a friendly smile. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and with the light of his iPad illuminating his body, I couldn’t help but notice the well-defined muscles that ran along his stomach and chest, broad shoulders that supported two strong arms. I found myself staring way to long so I quickly turned away, before giving into another glance of his physique. He was focused on whatever he was doing on his iPad. I suddenly felt like I must have been going crazy, imagining the whole thing in my head. I saw my scrawny reflection in the mirror. I glanced over my boyish figure, thin and soft, nothing like Vince’s body. Two blue eyes framed by a winter pale complexion stared at me. I was a year older than the Fresh Meat that just arrived. To my dismay, my submissive boyish appearance has earned me the nickname sissy among my peers. They say I’m too pretty to be a boy. They make joking remarks reminding me to never drop the soap. I sighed inwardly at the embarrassing thought while trying to shoot comebacks at them in attempt to shrug away the shade of red across my face. I leaned down and began searching for my canteen in my bag. My pale ass was mooning Vince but I didn’t think he caught a glance with him being too glued to his iPad. I began shifting through clothes, clothes, & more clothes but no canteen. My frustration grew and I began to mumble to myself curse words while tossing garments out of my bag. I tossed the bag away in complete anger and flopped on the bed. I turned towards Vince and saw him gazing at me with a blank look. I quickly focus elsewhere. I wasn’t going to let myself play that silly staring contest with him again. Immediately I remember leaving my canteen out on the PT drill field. I stood up, took a deep breath and began to walk towards the entrance of the barracks. My eyes focused on exactly what is in front of me. To Be Continued…
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"Clean, neg, ddf, cool w BB?" Oh, honey, for a 22 year old sailor in my ass I will answer anything! I posted an Assup Face Down Walk In and fuck me ad on Craig's List. And because I am in San Diego, sometimes I get lucky: Decided this dude definitely deserved more than me ass up and w the lights low ... lol. So, when I heard the door creak open I got on my knees real fast .... then he walked in the room ... young black sailor .. wow. Only, once he was hard, the dude asked for rubber, oops! So i pretended to look around and NOT find one. "Hey, I got one." Fuck.. but covered is better than nothing .... so bent over on the bed. Locked in position and stayed there while the plastic covered cock caught and ripped and tore me some. "You want my load? Where? Tell me where to shoot! Ok, here it cums!" The dude grunted, shot, pulled out, cleaned up, and bailed. And that's when I felt in behind and -- damn! -- the sweet smell of warm sticky spooge from an anon cock slimed my fingers! Will definitely send this dude a thank you note tomorrow .... once I use his sailor seed to jack off w later!
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Feeling super horny I posted my regular ad on Craigslist looking for a hole to breed. Got a response in the afternoon from a guy in the military who was looking to have his ass used but wanted to take my load on his face and in his mouth, I replied that I'd be down to fuck his ass but that my load would go deep in his ass where it belongs, not all over his face. He wanted to be recorded and have pictures taken so I set up my webcam and got ready for his arrival. I had him strip and get on the bed on all fours, ass up. Since he asked me to treat him like a bitch I pulled his arms from under him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. With his face down in the mattress, I ate his ass and fingered his hole a bit, was nice and smooth with just a litle bit of hair. Now I needed to be lubed up, so I went around and put my hard cock against his lips, immediately he opened wide and started sucking my cock, felt good but he needed a little help since he could use his hands, I grabbed his head and pushed him down on my cock, I love the noise a guy makes when he's choking on dick! I only did this for few minutes, using his phone to take pictures for him as well, but once my dick was wet enough I resumed my position behind him, spit on his hole, and then rammed my cock balls deep into his ass. He wanted video of my raw cock sliding in and out of his ass, the angle we were in was too dark and so I turned him around to where his ass was aimed at the camera and the angle was such that you could see my dick going in and out of his ass. Did this for a few minutes, recording with my webcam and his iPhone, once I felt close to cumming I threw his phone aside and pushed him flat against the mattress, this guy was going to take my load and I intended to go deep. Told him I was gonna breed is ass and he was moaning and saying "give it to me" "fuck my ass" "I want that load" With a final thrust I filled his ass with fresh cum, left my cock in him while it pulsed, wanted to make sure he took he whole thing. After I pulled out, I went back to his mouth and told him to clean me up. While he was giving my cock a spitshine I fingered his hole and scooped some of my load off the sheets that he had pushed out, shoved my fingers in his mouth so that he could taste his ass and my load. I finally uncuffed him and he started to stroke himself off while I deepthroated his face. He came all over himself, I took a final pic with his phone, and that was that. Best part was that this whole time I knew who he was, even though CL does the anonymous e-mailing, if you e-mail from an account that has your name on the settings for sent messages, I see that name. It was easy to find him on Facebook and check him out before he came over. I didn't tell him my name until after I had bred his married, military, ass! An hour later he texted that he wanted more cock, this is going to be fun!
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I have a buddy visiting tonight and tomorrow night and think the best way to show him the town is by having a line of big cocked hot guys ready to breed us tonight. 3 blocks from Logan Circle. -
OK, the video hits every major stereotype except maybe cross dressing - you've got shirtless bears, shirtless gogo boys, guys checking out each other in at urinals, shower sex, late night hookups, and lots of silly gyrations, but it says a lot that straight soldiers would go this far to say they don't have a problem serving with gay guys... In fact I think they think it would probably be fun...
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I was on active duty at this Air Station and came upon this head across from the Post Office. Small indiscriminate building under a set of stairs. when entering you had to make an immediate left turn and then right, so it was perfect for glory hole action. There was 2 stalls with a glory hole between them and a urinal with a small peep hole from the one booth. The best adventure I had there was one Saturday morning, I went there around 0900. There was no one around then, but shortly another man came in. He entered the other booth and I looked through the glory hole, he was sitting there stroking a beautiful cock, at least 9" long and uncut and leaking pre-cum like he had just cum. I motioned for him to slide his cock through the hole and let me suck it. He stood and slid it through and I immediately went down on him. I deep throated it and he was really getting into it, moaning and encouraging me. and leaking precum like crazy. Just then the door opened and we had to sit back down. The new man went to the urinal but we didn't hear any pissing. I looked through and my buddy was looking through the peep hole and stroking his cock. The new guy came around the front of the stalls and was peering through the crack of my door. I laid back and stroked my 8" cut cock so he could see it. He was also stroking his cock. I unlocked my door and let him in. He looked to be about 19, 6', maybe 195, blond/blue, extremely hi and tight hair cut, definitely a Marine. He had his cock out and was stroking it. It looked to be a match for my buddy in the other booth. I immediately went down on it and was getting my throat thoroughly and royally fucked. I noticed that my buddy in the other booth was watching and getting off on watching. I motioned for him to join us (the booths were small but the one near the wall was private enough that someone cumming in wouldn't see who was in it). He came over and joined us. And was I ever shocked. The two guys were identical twins, both in the Marines, and I do mean identical. By the way, I had stripped down totally when I entered the head (Navy jargon for bathroom). So I told the two of them to strip down also. Saturday is quiet in the head. The head is not marked as a Men's room, so usually only interested MEN use it. They both stripped and there names were Jim and Jeff. Although which was which after the first minute of introduction, I lost track. One of them immediately went down on me and was doing a damn fine job of eatting my cock, I took the other ones cock down my throat and was in hog heaven. We switched on and off and were have a great old suck orgy among ourselves. I spun one them around and was in the process of eating out his sweet Marine ass, while he was sucking his brothers identical cock. I then stood up and lined my cock up on his asshole and was rubbing it all around his hole. I leaned over and kissed his brother and slowly inched my cock up his ass. Man he really almost bit his brothers cock at that time. But he sure was tight. he calmed down and really got into it. His brother came behind me and started eating me out. Paradise, fucking and getting eaten out at the same time. The next thing I knew, he stood and slid his cock up my ass, Now I don't get fucked very often, and he was HUNG. I probably imitated his brothers moans and groans, at least for the first couple of minutes till I got used to his Marine Cock. Then we got a good rythm going, and we were really pumping away at each others asses. I was getting closer than I wanted, but couldn't do anything about it other than go for it, we were barebacking it. I leaned in and told him I was ready to cum and asked whether I should pull out or not, and he just said "Fill me UP, fucker". I immediately began cumming up his tight Marine ASS, his brother could feel me cumming and he immediately began filling me up. Felt like I was shooting a load and getting it right back up my ass. Man I was in paradise, fucking and getting fucked and taking and giving a hot fucking load of cum. And I was the meat in the sandwich . And the mayonnaise was fucking great. We separated and I sat on the toilet to rest for a minute. The brother I was fucking turned around and he hadn't cum yet. So I took his big Marine cock down my throat and was going for the load of a century. His brother was eatting him out getting my load of cum from his ass. He grabbed my head and was ramming my throat like a pile driver. He rammed all the way in and almost drowned my when he came. At least 6 shots of cum, the sweetest cum I have ever tasted. I am sorry to say that is the only time I met with them, they were there on training, and were leaving the next week to return to their base. But what a Saturday that was.
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I was stationed in Monterey CA some years ago for a Navy School and a bunch of us decided one evening to go out for a few drinks. It was a Friday night and as we crossed the bridge into San Francisco, someone suggested we get a motel room for the weekend. We all agreed and pooled our money and got three rooms....2 guys per room. After eating a fast food dinner, we hit a few bars in and around Chinatown, and around 9pm three of the guys decided they wanted to go to a movie, so we split up. The three of us continued to cruise around checking out half a dozen bars in the next couple of hours. Around 11pm we stumbled into a bar called The Rodeo. We didn't know it at first, but it was a very gay friendly bar, and when we sat down at a table a couple of guys ambled over and asked if we wanted to dance. We all said no thanks and got up and left. I have always been bi, but never out of the closet to anyone but my wife, and the other two guys with me sure didn't seem bi to me. But we were all just drunk enough to laugh and talk about what we had seen in the bar. Mike giggled, "Did you see that guy in the cage dancing? He really looked hot! wow!" Matt, who was sharing the room that night with me said, "Mike, are you turned on by that guy?" Mike said, "Well, sort of...he was very nicely put together...and what a package he was just hiding there under that g-string!" Matt said, "I noticed him too, and I noticed you looking at him too Len." I said, "Well, it was hard not to stare. I was getting hard watching him." "You bi?" asked Matt. "Yeah," I replied "Wow! I am too! Who would have figured?" exclaimed Mike. "Me too," said Matt. "I noticed you in school but I was afraid to say anything." I looked hard at Matt's face and asked him, "Are you saying you are attracted to me?" He looked at me and said "Yes....I've been watching you all week since you got here. I just never figured I'd ever say anything". Mike stopped walking and grabbed us both by the arm and suggested, "Why dont we go back to the room and fool around?" We both quickly agreed and we went back to the motel. We decided to go to Matt's and my room as we weren't sure about when Rob, Paul and Tony were going to return. As we went into the room, we started throwing our clothes off and onto the floor. We were as excited as young guys can get, all three cocks standing straight up as theyt came into view. I wanted Matt's cock in my mouth and went right over to him and went down on my knees and started to lick his 7" nicely thick slab of meat. He let out a groan and put his hand on the back of my head and started pumping his cock into my mouth. I felt a mouth closing over my own cock as Matt slid down on the floor to make it easier for me to suck him. Mike was making slurping sounds on my cock, and pushing a wet finger into my ass. I was in heaven. Just then, there was a tap on the door. We all froze and scrambled for our shorts. We barely had time to get them on when Mike let the other three guys into the room. We were still breathing hard and Rob looked at me and said with a grin, "Len is a bit out of breath. I wonder why." Tony said, "Don't be an ass Rob....just tell them we found a glory hole in the wall of the bathroom and we've been watching for a good 5 minutes, and just decided to join you guys." "Wow!" was all Mike could say, as I breathed in relief. Then we all got nude again and started playing with each other on the floor. I quickly resumed sucking on Matt's rock hard cock, and Paul came over and began sucking on Rob. Tony stood behind me and started feeling my ass, as Mike was wetting the entrance again with his finger. Tony soon had his fingers in there and was stretching my ass out...it felt wonderful. A few minutes later, I felt Someone put the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass and start to push it in. I looked and it was Tony. As I looked down I saw what had to be 9" of hard cock and thought 'Oh God, he's gonna kill me with that' But Tony was very gentle and took his time, and when it was all in he asked me if I was okay, and when I nodded he started to fuck me slowly as I continued to lick and suck Matt's hardon. In the meantime, Matt was beginning to drip a bit and moan as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was close to coming, and he suddenly stiffened and started shooting a huge stream of very hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but a little escaped down my chin, which Mike lapped up by licking my chin. Tony was picking up the pace a bit and I glanced over to see Paul and Rob locked in a 69 position. As Matt's cock shrunk down a bit, Mike moved over and presented me with his cock. I immediately opened my mouth and took it in. I was filling all my holes and it felt wonderful. Tony pulled out and told me to lie on my back and raise my legs. I did and he put his huge cock back in while Mike straddled my face and fed me his cock. Matt came to lie down next to me and started to suck my cock and play with Tony's balls as he fucked me. I got so hot, that i lasted about 1 minute before shooting my load right into Matt's willing mouth. As I came, I clenched my ass muscles very hard and Tony gave out a moan and I felt him shoot his hot cum right into my ass....and that made Mike cum in my mouth. We all shot our loads almost together. That was the only time I was with more than 1 guy at a time, but I never forgot the experience...it lasted 2 days after which I was sore for a week but very very satisfied.
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I have been bi for many years, but this is the first time I'm writing this story out. It was 1970....I was stationed in Da Nang...attached to a Navy Medivac squadron from the USS Repose....as a pilot I shuttled wounded to the hospital ship, while the medics tended the guys. Occasionally, I was allowed to fly up to Saigon for a weekend. This story takes place at the Marine Corps base in Saigon, where we usually parked our choppers while on liberty. This particular day, while putting the chopper to bed, a Marine corporal was hanging out watching me close up the chopper and we struck up a conversation. We talked for a few minutes and then he said he was on his way into town would I like a ride. I said sure, and we took off in his jeep. I was feeling really horny, and that corporal was really good looking....he was about 19yo, 6'1, 180, nice package bulging in his pants. He must have seen me looking because he asked me if I was bi. When I said yeah...he smiled and said, "Me too". So much for going into town!! We turned the jeep around and headed back for the base. I had private quarters at the BOQ and after a stop at the O-club for a couple of six packs we went to my room. Viet Nam was almost always hot, and I wanted to shower as soon as we got to the room so I stripped down to my skivvies and headed for the bathroom. He opened a beer and sat on the bed. I was in the shower soaping up when the shower curtain opened and he came in and stod there behind me soaping up my back. His hands on me were electrifying! His big warm hands roaved all over my body slowly and I began to get weak at the knees and when he touched the entrance to my ass, I started to moan. He gently bent me over and started to finger my ass. He slipped his middle finger in as far as it would go and began finger fucking me with a slow steady motion that made me dizzy. I turned to him and said, "Please fuck me...I need it bad". He dried me off with the towel, and we went into the bedroom....and made me lie down on the bed. He climbed onto the bed and raised my legs up to his shoulders and guided his 8" cock to the opening of my ass and gently started to push it in. As my ass opened to let him in, I couldn't hold it in any more....I came all over his belly and shot straight up to his chest....He took some of my cum to help lube his cock....and put some on my tongue, then licked his fingers, all the time fucking me with that same slow in and out motion he used when his fingers were inside me. After about 5 minutes....{it seemed to go on forever!!} he said "I'm gonna cum" then shot a huge load of hot cum right inside me. It was so much that it was dripping out of me while he was still inside me. He stayed the night with me, and we sucked each other off a little later and I never saw him again....
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