Serving the one that Serves - an encounter with a soldier

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In the quiet of last midnight, seeking a study break, I logged into Grindr looking for a cock to ride. I received a message from a soldier from the nearby Canadian Armed Forces base who promised a manly masculine demeanor and a dream 8.5 in BBC. Since I have had some strong weed he graciously accepted to drive me to his barrack and drop me home after he is done with me.

The ride to his barracks was a symphony of tension, each second stretching into an eternity. As we stepped into his barrack room the scent of his room, a heady mix of musk and man, intoxicated my senses.

"Sniff this," he commanded, his voice a low rumble, as he handed me a pair of his roommate's worn, black boxer briefs. The fabric, soft and worn, held the essence of him. I inhaled deeply, the scent of arousal mingling with the poppers, sending a rush of euphoria through my veins. My head spun, and I felt a giddy, reckless abandon take over.

He watched, his eyes hungry, as I sank to my knees. His cock, 8.5in thick and hard, strained against his pants. With trembling hands, I unzipped him, freeing his length. The sight of him, the sheer masculinity, made my mouth water. I took him in, my lips wrapping around his shaft, the taste of him, salty and sweet, exploding on my tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking, as I deep-throated him, taking him as deep as I could.

His hands found my head, guiding me, setting a relentless pace. I could feel the power in his grip, the control he held, and it sent a thrill through me. He fucked my mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my own arousal, slick and hot, pooling between my legs.

Without warning, he pulled me up, his hands roaming my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He spun me around, pushing me face down on the bed. His fingers, rough and calloused, found my entrance, teasing, probing, before pushing in. I cried out, my body clenching around him, as he prepared me, stretching me, readying me for what was to come.

He entered me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being claimed, overwhelming. He began to move, his hips slamming against mine, each thrust driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, the gasps and moans that escaped our lips. He leaned down, his teeth nipping at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low, primal sound. "You like being fucked like this?"

I could only nod, my body too consumed with pleasure to form words. He continued his relentless assault, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension deep within me, ready to snap.

He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation, of being filled and stroked, sent me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed.

But he wasn't done. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and flipped me over, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. "Again," he commanded, positioning himself between my legs. "I'm not done with you yet."

And so, the night wore on, a symphony of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy and exhaustion. He fucked me until I was a quivering mess, my body slick with sweat and seed. Until I lost count of the orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and domination.

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, he dropped me off at home, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of our night together. I stumbled to bed, my mind a whirl of memories, each one more vivid than the last. The soldier, with his dark eyes and fierce passion, had left an indelible mark on me, a reminder of a night that would forever be etched in my memory.