Loading...My gut tightened as I walked down the line of tents to Sergeant First Class McNundic’s green hootch, For a long time I had felt nervous around him. I had no reason to, really – I was a 2nd Lieutenant in the US Army, and he was a noncommissioned officer in my platoon. I had no reason to be nervous around that guy!
Something about him was growing on me, though, a creeping sort of nervous, itchy discomfort. It bothered me. I wondered what about that guy made me so uncomfortable.
I worried about it deep inside. I was 22, a college graduate (sociology), and starting out on a career in the Army on the bottom officer rung. Germany in the early ’60s was a good place for a US soldier – just a little pressure from the Cold War and the nearby communists but not the danger of Vietnam. I enjoyed German culture in the nearby cities. Physically I was 6’1, 195 lbs., lean build (I ran track on the college team), brown hair and eyes, and a farmer-tan that came from days out in the sun wearing fatigues with the sleeves rolled up.
SFC McNundic, on the other hand, was 40, had passed high school with an equivalency certificate, and had been in the Army since the battle of Thermopylae. Physically – and that was where my nervousness started – he was 6’6″, 251 lbs., and built like a brick shit-house. Where he got that build I could not imagine. I never saw him lifting weights. He had blond hair and blue eyes, including a golden thatch over his chest and belly, and he was thoroughly tanned all the way to his waist – often took his fatigue shirt off on a hot day in the field.
In an earlier age and in a different army, he would have been an Aryan God – I saw WW II Wehrmacht posters in private collections (the swastika was illegal to show in public in Germany) showed the spitting image of McNundic as “heroic SS warrior.” It was almost scary.
The stress was greatest in the showers. When the company, battalion, or brigade was out on field maneuvers, if we had shower tents at all, we never had the luxury of separate officer & enlisted latrine facilities, so I had to shower with the enlisted men. Seeing SFC McNundic in the showers bothered me.
Damned shavetails! The Army puts gold bars on the shoulders of little boys, then soldiers with combat experience have to straighten them out! All this young twerp knows about being a soldier is what he picked up in ROTC classes in college.
Lieutenant Cox is an okay kid as long as he doesn’t get in the way. As a matter of fact, after checking him out a couple of times in the showers, I think I can straighten him out in more ways than one.
Whenever we’re in the showers together, I make a point of turning toward him – let him see a man’s package. Always lather up my hair and face while he’s looking, blinding myself to give him an excuse for a good, long look.
It works. He always checks me out. He’s just a kid – strong but slender, slim, almost like a bitch. His cock is nothing more than typical. Nothing unusual. I let him see a real man’s schwanz!
I had never paid attention to other men in the showers, but SFC McNundic somehow got under my skin. From the waist down, he was – “awesome” is not the word I want – he was “larger than the others.” I had to admit it: McNundic had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. That shouldn’t have bothered me, but I couldn’t help but notice. SFC McNundic’s penis was easily six inches long even when soft. It swung back and forth between his thighs halfway to his knees! Uncircumcised. Like a sleek torpedo. Its base nestled in a thatch of wiry gold wool like his chest hair.
I snapped my head away. I shouldn’t have been thinking about another man’s rod! What was it about that guy??
SFC McNundic came with a high recommendation. When I first arrived in Germany for my assignment, the brigade commander interviewed me, and he mentioned McNundic as one of his best NCOs.
Something else: I saw the colonel again a few days later at a “hail & farewell” party for a retiring officer – where I noticed the colonel was drinking Irish coffee. There I met his wife, Kari.
Wow.
Damn, what a babe! The colonel was in his 50s, so she had to be somewhere around that age, which was incredible. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn she was a college girl, even his daughter! Damn, did she look good. Body like a swimsuit model!
Admiring her was a relief, reassuring me I was normal, after all. The eerie little itch I felt about McNundic’s body was just a bump in the road I would “straighten” out.
So in the showers with McNundic, I tried to think about Kari. She was the pick of the crop of military wives, head and shoulders – and breasts – above the rest.
On that particular morning, I trudged down the line to McNundic’s hootch, and I couldn’t deny I was eager to see him. He was a good NCO, helpful, sharing his expertise with me, assisting me in my leadership role. He made me feel good, like I was doing a good job, that I could handle this “military officer” stuff. To hell with the emotional itch. I could handle it.
Whenever he saw me, SFC McNundic’s eyes somehow drank in my body by the inch. The first couple of times I realized he was gazing at me with a more-than-natural interest, I felt a little disgust – the damned brute!
Early on, I’m thinking that to get into this young man’s pants, I’ve got to get into his brain. I’ve got to let him know I want his body. Get him thinking of man-sex.
The more it went on, the more I began to enjoy the lecherous gazes. He didn’t disguise it — it was somehow open and honest. At first I considered him kind of a pervert or at least a bully, but gradually my opinion changed. Once past the lecherous first looks, I came to respect his experience and value his military opinions and suggestions. And the looks? I became a little flattered.
I pulled back the tent flat and walked through. McNundic was sitting on his bunk in his underwear. Reveille would not sound for another hour, and he had just gotten out of the sack.
After thoroughly and openly looking me up and down, “Well, good morning, sir. How are you? You look healthy and ready.” He deliberately licked his lips before he went on, “Ready for a workout today, sir? We’ll put some meat on those bones…”
I smiled. “I’m fine Sergeant McNundic, how are you?”
Deep inside I enjoyed his compliment, and I knew it could be taken in a couple of ways. Officially he had complimented me on being physically ready for duty – but underneath I felt a compliment for . . . underneath. What did he mean by “putting meat on my bones”?
This morning I’m getting up early – we have a long day ahead – and Shavetail Cox comes walking in on me. I’m sitting on my cot in just my underwear. I give him a once-over, then lean back on my cot, giving him a good view of my crotch. Too bad I’m not putting on my jockstrap. I would’ve paused before pulling it up all the way.
I greet him and give him some good ol’ boy comments. He likes them, I can tell. He checks me out. I have the morning woodie, and I make sure he gets a good view of it bulging out my white boxers. I wish my cock would stick out through the fly (like it always does when I don’t want it to), but no such luck this morning – and I can’t casually reach down and pull it out.
Who knows? Maybe Lieutenant Cox wants me to.
I handed SFC McNundic the clipboard with the items I needed him to sign off on. He read through the papers, scribbling here and there, then handed back the clipboard, standing up. “Well, it looks like we’ve got a hell of a day ahead of us.” He looked at me. “Showered yet, sir?”
Embarrassing question. I hadn’t showered yet – I had just gotten up myself and gone straight to see McNundic, and that made me out as some sort of a grungy sleaze. “Ah, no, Sergeant, I haven’t yet . . . I’ll, uh, go back to my hootch and get my towel. I’ll meet you at the showers.” — Damn, why did I say I would meet him??
“Yes, sir.” McNundic’s voice was a sultry growl, and a big grin grew on his face. “We need to get cleaned up. This will be a hell of a day. You’re gonna come back exhausted.”
Oh, this is working out even better than I hoped. He’s inviting me to the showers. Well, little shavetail, this morning I’m going to make sure you see some good meat!
Fuck, how did I get myself into this? I went back to my hootch, stripped off my clothes, wrapped a towel around my hips, and walked down to the shower tent. When I pulled back the flap and stepped in, the only occupant was SFC McNundic.
Trying not to look at him, I stepped under a shower nozzle and began to soap myself.
Kari. I was thinking about Kari. What would she look like naked? There in the showers with me.
And there was McNundic. And that big cock of his. How can he tuck all that into his underwear??
The lieutenant walks into the showers with a towel around his hips and doesn’t take it off until the last minute. Oh, yeah, he’s nervous. Doesn’t even look at me.
I begin washing myself, “carelessly” moving around to face him, showing him my throbbing dong, which I jacked to full hardness before he arrived. I know it, sooner or later – yes! He looks over at me . . . then down between my legs. I see his eyes widen for a moment. I got him!
Good boy. You’ve seen it before but never hard. This ought to put a snapshot in your head for the rest of the day.
In the showers with SFC McNundic, I was reminded once more of the crudeness of the man. He stood in the showers with an erection, and he didn’t even try to hide it.
I desperately opened my mind’s focus again – I added Kari’s breathtaking tits to the picture, her slender waist . . .
McNundic’s foreskin was sliding back, baring that cockhead. God! . . .
Kari’s pussy! Kari’s pussy had to be a furnace, a hot hole I could . . .
McNundic’s giant cock had a piss-hole like a shark’s eye – black, deep, soulless, and cruel. I gulped.
Kari’s pussy! Yes, Kari’s pussy! She spreading her legs for me! The pink lips are open. . .
I shook my head. I had to get a grip on myself! I was going nuts!
Okay, in all fairness, I had to admit McNundic’s hardon was probably the simple morning erection we all got, but when he saw me looking at him, he gave me such a leer that I almost gave him a reprimand. It was hard not to believe the man had perverse ideas.
And so did I. No, I didn’t! Kari turned me on! I could see Kari shaking those big jugs at me, spreading her legs . . . that was why I was . . .
Oh, no! God, no!! I was getting an hardon as McNundic stood there grinning at me. Oh, shit, how embarrassing. I muttered something about a “morning erection.”
“Yes, sir. Me, too.”
I realized that we had “qualified” the situation that way, and it was then “legal and permissible.” McNundic reached down and grasped his cock. “Happens every morning.” And there was no reason for me to look away – I couldn’t have if my life depended on it.
I had to admit McNundic showed me the biggest penis I had ever seen. So much bigger than mine, it was almost embarrassing – easily twice as long, and so big around, I realized I couldn’t close my fingers around it. – “Close my fingers around it? What in hell am I thinking??”
We continued washing in silence. And he caught me looking at his cock again. Three times! I was furious with myself and very embarrassed. I tried desperately to displace that big, throbbing cock with thoughts of Kari – even getting to the point of imagining myself fucking her.
I knew it. Cox likes cocks. Can’t keep his eyes off my big boy. Every time he raises his eyes to see me looking at him, knowing he is busted, he drops his eyes in shame. Poor boy. Both of us know he can’t keep his eyes away. And look at that throbbing little pecker of his!
I raise the ante. “Like what you see, sir?”
I could not believe my ears. Even in the heat from the shower water, I could feel my face getting hot – and I could kick myself for blushing! The first thing that came to my mind was to say something else about a “simple, normal morning erection,” but to my disgust, I heard myself mumbling something about a “healthy endowment.” And the damned guy smiled at me!
Oh, I’ve got him again! Nervous as a cat. Face redder than a stop-sign. This is a good time to stop. He’s on the edge of getting pissed off. But I can tell the boy is mixed up inside. We’ll continue his training later on.
We left the showers and dried ourselves. He didn’t say anything more. And that hell of a cock of his finally went down. Even soft, it was bigger than mine. When he pulled up his Army boxers, his thing fell out through the loose fly (mine always does that, too). He reached down to tuck it back in. “Damn thing,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said. And why did I say ANYTHING?? Kari, why couldn’t you have stepped into the showers just then? Then I could convince myself his hardon was for you . . . not me.
Mine was for you. It had to be.
When we finally got out on the job, on our mission, the morning was steaming hot. Our job for the day was to reconnoiter an area for the camp to move to. I was glad of SFC McNundic’s help. He knew all about setting up a camp and what we would need in terms of topography. Now that the stress of the showers was over, I was looking forward to talking to him and soaking up some of his military field experience.
When he came to my tent, McNundic was carrying a walkie-talkie. We would need one during the day for coordination with HQ. He was talking on it, setting up frequencies, checking functions, filling in information with the operator at the other end. As he walked up, I could see him mentally stripping me of my uniform — as he’d done many times. Why am I thinking such horny thoughts?
“Well, sir, we better be on our way.” SFC McNundic switched off the walkie-talkie, and we walked to the motor pool to check out a Jeep. In spite of the training I had received as a military leader, I was glad he was with me – there’s not substitute for experience. I wished I could get rid of the funny feeling in my gut.
We rode around in the Jeep all day, up and down dirt roads, over hills, through woods, checking out this site, checking out that one. And it was hot. Damn, it was hot.
About noon we stopped for lunch. C-rations (oh, yippee). “Damn, it’s hot,” McNundic growled, and he pulled off his shirt. He wore no T-shirt under his fatigues.
I’m not all that hot today, but I make out like I am, and I strip off my shirt. Show the kid a little skin. It works. I see him looking. And looking. And looking again. I make a point of flexing my muscles whenever he looks my way.
Big chest. Very muscular. Coarse, golden hair swirled over his pectoral muscles and whirlpooled around his nipples. They were big, too. Stuck out quite a bit. Like stubby pencil erasers. Stuck out a lot more than mine. I wondered what it would feel like to touch them.
No. Not as good as feeling Kari’s. Imagine feeling those big boobs, massaging her big nipples!
SFC McNundic was sweating. I could smell him. The musky odor, strangely enough, was not as disgusting as sweaty men I have worked with before. It was . . . interesting. Haunting. I felt strange. Expectant. Even horny – for some reason I felt myself getting another erection.
It’s for Kari! Hot babe! And she’s hot for me! Wants me! Spreading her legs for me!
“On a hot day like this,” McNundic said in that deep voice of his, “a man dreams of getting away, of relaxing, enjoying a special time . . . candles, a sensual meal – oysters, raw steak – and a long bath –” he looked over at me “—with a friend.”
The man was verging on insubordination again, but I listened. His teasing, low, lusty voice sent quivers down my spine. And the nameless, deep cravings grew even stronger.
God damn it, I was getting horny, and the reason why had me very, very worried. Damn, it couldn’t be! I could not be turning on to a MAN!
I was getting hot for a woman! Yeah, a woman! Yeah, a special time with Kari! Candles, oysters, steak . . . with Kari!
But that was not what he meant, and I knew it. I snapped at him in frustration, “Where in hell are we going to find a ‘special time’ like that? Hell, this is the Army!”
And why in hell did I say WE??
McNundic nodded helpfully. “Right, sir.” He leaned forward – like a predator – but with friendly warmth. He lowered his voice into an almost conspirator’s whisper. “We’ll go to that spa in the town tonight. After evening formation. Something for you – for us – to look forward to after a hot day in the sun.”
His offer felt more like a command than a suggestion, but I felt an eerie pleasure in the idea. Before I knew it, “Yes!”
Good boy. Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly. Soon this kid’s asshole is going to be spreading around my cock.
I felt swept along in the flow of events; it would be fun to spend some time away from the Army. But with SFC McNundic?? Still, I had heard very good things about the spa. It was famous in this part of the country.
My eyes kept coming back to his naked chest. Damn, he was built!
We spent the rest of the day traveling here and there, calling in descriptions, taking measurements, calculating distances. Hot, dry work.
That evening we stood in the evening formation, and after the final “Dismissed!” was announced, McNundic and I met at my tent. Since neither of us had civilian clothes along with us in the field, we wore our uniforms into the town, driving in the Jeep I had not yet turned back in to the motor pool.
As we arrived at the spa, a German tourist destination famous for its mineral springs and baths, like McNundic suggested, we started out in the small lounge for a meal, and it was great. The spa’s reputation for good food was well deserved.
McNundic had taken on the role of host, and I had to admit he was good at it: the conversation flowed, he kept to subjects I was knowledgeable about, making me feel intelligent and capable. He was right, this interlude was welcome relaxation. Starting out, we’d spoken of the Army, our training, our duties. Then we moved on to home life, where we were from, our family life – I was an only child; McNundic was one of seven children.
It was hard to think of him as a child; he was such a MAN. Again, that thought worried me. I couldn’t shake off that more and more I found him attractive.
I can see the kid’s loosening up enough. Now’s the time to get sex out in the open. “Ever notice how a good meal is like sex? You start out with getting turned on – the cocktail. Then when you’ve got a good buzz, you go into the foreplay – the salad or the antipasto. When you’re good and into it, you start into the act itself, fucking your knife and fork into that hot, juicy steak. The wine raises your passion, just like your partner’s kisses and encouragement. And just when you can’t stand any more, you cum – a sweet, delicious, fulfilling dessert like this white-chocolate mousse.”
The conversation gradually veered around to sex. Somehow I was not surprised. And McNundic’s comparing our meal to lovemaking was a real turn-on. Perhaps it was the low, sexy voice or maybe the way my wine had released my inhibitions, but the more he spoke and the more I looked into those steely-blue eyes, the hotter I got.
It actually got to a point where McNundic was fork-feeding me delicious bits of steak he had carefully covered with the spa’s great sauce. With every bite I felt my cock getting harder.
I should put a stop to this. We’re going too far.
The boy is coming right along. Look at his pants. Tented up like he’s hiding his .45 behind his zipper.
When he got to the sexual climax – the dessert – I was so hot I could feel precum oozing into my shorts. As his deep, syrupy voice purred around me, SFC McNundic scooped up a dollop of the white-chocolate confection on his middle finger.
His eyes bored into mine “You’d better lick this off.” His voice was low and conspiratorial — and a little commanding.
The fish is looking at the hook. He wants it. He knows the danger. But he wants it. Soon, fish-boy, you’re going to get my worm.
I glanced about the quiet lounge – nobody near us – then leaned forward and took McNundic’s hand in mine and lick at the mixture slowly, staring back into his eyes as I did. He had described the meal as a sex act; I made the act of eating the dessert from his finger a sex act, not caring that I was showing the level of my arousal — I finally sucked his finger into my mouth. Just as I did, he murmured, “Looks like cum, doesn’t it?”
I licked around his finger to get the last of the chocolate, making a point of sucking it. I knew we had taken the gloves off.
When I finished, I let go of his hand and leaned back in my chair. I knew somehow we had crossed a line – something in me had snapped. Even the air between us was different – electric! I was so horny, my rod throbbed in my pants. McNundic looked at me with a grim smile. Like I’d come through for him. I was somehow pleased to know that.
Oh, yes, you’re mine now, Shavetail. You’ll be begging me for a load of jizz before we leave these walls.
McNundic said, “Thank you,” which I thought was strange, and I felt a little worried – somehow my military authority was eroding away. Somehow SFC McNundic was taking the leadership role. He looked at me with one of those looks that made me tingle. His eyes devoured me in silence, and I felt naked. And wished I was.
In the low, sexy, dangerous voice he used when he offered me his finger to suck, he said, “Let’s skip the coffee and liqueurs, sir. Let’s settle up here and move on into the spa . . . so we can enjoy the rest of our evening.”
I knew where this was going. And what we would be doing. I heard it in his voice: if I agreed, I was going of my own free will.
I didn’t want to say no, but to agree would be a greater betrayal, maybe even a court-martial. I should stop this now, get up, and make us leave.
Just a little more. I can still get out of this.
We moved on into the spa rooms. We both knew what we were heading for. We passed the massage rooms and the exercise hall. We went to the locker room, where we stripped out of our uniforms.
McNundic watched me closely as I pulled down my pants. No hiding it. I had a full-on, pre-cum-dripping hardon. He smiled and pulled down his own pants. Same thing. A big, throbbing crank like a policeman’s club.
McNundic grabbed a towel, walked to the sauna, and went in. I followed. He sat on the bench near the door, and I sat beside him. The room was dimly lit, filled with the steam from the birch water sometimes poured over the stove in the middle of the room.
Suddenly I saw we were not alone! A woman sat against the far wall. Damn!
German saunas were unisex. Both men and women strutted around in them with towels (and sometimes not). But whatever gender, I wished she were gone.
To my astonishment, McNundic yanked my towel away and grabbed my cock. I was surprised because (somehow I didn’t think we’d get to this point so fast) for God’s sake, a woman was watching! But the power of his touch was like a lightning bolt through me. “Oh, God, you turn me on,” he growled, and it was exhilarating to be an object of desire.
I was horrified to see the woman get up from her seat and move toward us. As she moved closer, through the gloom I saw Kari!!
McNundic’s voice was a seductive murmur. “Hope you don’t mind. I brought along some backup in case you don’t work out.”
Kari dropped her towel, and damn, I was right, she was a goddess! Big breasts but firm, with exotic, pointed nipples. She sauntered over to us like Salome dancing, and I KNEW she had the finest body in the brigade.
But McNundic stroked my cock with one hand, running the other all over my body, tweaking my nipples, sticking his finger in my navel, massaging my back, stroking my sides. And always that dark, velvet voice told me how much he desired me, how I turned him on, how my body was sexy to him, how youthful I was. . .
Kari knelt at McNundic’s feet and took that big cock in her hands, caressing it, and she licked and kissed at his cockhead as it slid majestically out of his sheath. God, what a sight! “Kari and I get along just fine,” McNundic growled. “She knows what a man likes.”
McNundic took my chin in his hand and pulled my face back up to his, and he looked at me in the way that gave me goose bumps. Before I knew it, his arms were around me, and his lips pressed onto mine.
God, what a kiss! I held him close, and his strong, powerful body made me so hot I felt light-headed.
He’s mine now. Just a little bit more, and I’ll have him begging.
He pulled back from the kiss. I was breathless. Never had such a kiss. Not from any woman. “I want you to dance a little for me,” he said in that bass, wolfish voice. “Turn up the house speakers with that little knob over there, and the two of you can entertain me for a while.”
Dance for him? Entertain him? Who did he think he was? The voice was confident and threatening. The threat was that it was my choice, again up to me.
But I didn’t have much choice: he sealed the deal with another kiss, his tongue scouring out my mouth, blanking out my brain.
I got up, momentarily stunned. I hadn’t dreamed of this. Dance for another man? God, how? Fleeting images from a college party years ago flicked through my head, images from a gay club a small number of us had stumbled into, drunk as skunks. Onstage naked men gyrated and writhed, flipping big, inhuman cocks up and down to the beat of the music.
As Kari turned up the speakers, McNundic murmured, “Just a short dance. I’m almost ready.”
In the back of my mind, where I had pushed it out of the way, I knew what was coming. And I was afraid. I was beginning to feel trapped. Dancing for him would be my final surrender, my acknowledgment of wanting to be with him and do it!
Just a little dancing won’t hurt. I can always stop.
But I had to compete with Kari. Damn! As her lithe, sensual body undulated and writhed, I felt like a buffalo pawing the ground. Kari’s tits swayed and bounced mouth-wateringly, but the only thing I had that jiggled was my scrotum. My hardon waved back and forth, but I felt like a robot.
While Kari swayed gently to the beat of the song. I turned my back toward McNundic, knowing how much he liked my ass (and the plans he had for it), and I bent over slightly, wiggling my naked cheeks before him. When I turned to face him again and could literally feel his eyes clawing at my body, I was gratified. My dick thrilled to the feeling of his eyes on me. He was hot for me! Even with Kari in the room! I felt power over the big man – he wanted my ass.
Pivoting, I ran my hands up and down my sides, then over my chest, tweaking my nipples – damn, they were getting hard – then down my belly, finally grasping my hard cock and aiming it at him, stroking it sensually. I moved closer to him, trying to undulate and writhe like Kari. He growled, “You are a star, sir.” I glowed with pride.
“Fine dance, boy, fine! See how much I enjoyed it?” His eyes gleamed, and I felt a spurt of precum from my cockhead. SFC McNundic’s cock at full arousal was so broad, so thick, I ached to grasp it. Hard, warm, slimy from his precum, I wanted to kiss it and lick it.
He looked at me with that grim, dinosaur-smile and saw my need. “Good boy,” he growled. “Go ahead, suck it!”
I didn’t want to – I knew I was crossing one motherfucker of a line – but I wanted to! When he pressed his big ramrod against my lips, he set me on fire. I looked up at him, and he smiled. I let out a groan, opened my mouth, and sucked in that big male knob.
God! My jaws were stretched open to the max! He held it there a minute or two, then he pushed in a few more inches. Fuck! I was choking, desperately trying to breathe through my nose. It hit me: I’m a cocksucker. A US Army 2nd Lieutenant sucking the cock of an NCO.
I looked up. His eyes were dark with lust. “This ain’t gonna work, boy.” I knew that. His big pole would fit only down the barrel of a howitzer. “Lie down on the floor and raise your legs, both of you! I’m ready to fuck!” An order. He gave me an order. He can’t do that! I’m an officer. (but both of us??)
I was an officer who had a cock in his mouth, so my authority was trumped. What the hell. I backed off and dropped onto my back, assuming the position. Kari lay back beside me, raising her beautiful legs beside mine. She looked over at me with a confident smile.
Now I got him. A cock-slut about to be born. I am going to make this little bastard my private toy for a while, then maybe I’ll turn him over to the NCO club. “What are you doing down there, boy?”
He was silent.
“What are you doing down there!”
“Waiting . . . waiting for you.” It’s priceless. His voice is timid. Tamed.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“I . . . I dunno . . . whatever . . . whatever you want.”
“You know what you want, boy.” I press my cockhead against his tight, virgin ass–ring but without great pressure.
His voice is a gasp. “Yeah, that!”
“What’s ‘that,’ boy?” I remove my schwanz. “What do you want?” I press my cockhead on his asshole again. “Beg me for it!””
“Oh, God, do it, you son of a bitch! Come on, you big bastard! FUCK ME! RAM THAT BIG COCK UP MY ASS!!”
But I don’t. Let’s just push this young guy over the edge. I move over to Kari, and my big dong slides into her steaming snatch like it was made for it. She’s tight — I feel her pussy stretching around me, but her pussy juices and natural lube grease my way in like a subway roaring down a tunnel.
Damn! I was afraid of that! No way could my poor asshole compete with a sexy woman. The big man left me behind. He brought me all the way to begging him to fuck me – and he left me!
I looked over. The big, magnificent cock stroked in and out of Kari’s hips, her legs wrapped around his back, her head rolled back in ecstasy. Damn, I was jealous. I never thought I could have such a feeling in my asshole, but it itched! It ached. It had such a burning yearning, I was panting like I’d run a mile, and I had never been so horny in my life! “Sergeant!” I gasped, “Sergeant . . . please!”
Still stroking the purring bitch, he looked over at me. “You want some of this?”
“Yeah, oh, yeah!” I spread my legs wider. “C’mon, I got a tight hole! . . . Right here! . . . I’m spreading my legs for you . . . Come over and fuck me!”
He’s ready. I’ll give him a taste. I pull out of Kari, who gives me a disappointed whine and a pout. I move over to Lieutenant Cox, whose asshole now is so eager it is winking at me.
I reach over, scoop up some of Kari’s pussy-juice, by then running out of her cunt in streams, and slather it over Cox’s ass-crack, poking some into his asshole, which grips my finger gratefully.
Then I mount him. He’s looking up at me, his eyes blazing with lust but also wide with fear. He’ll learn. I aim the artillery, take a deep breath, and fire!
“Annghh!” he screams as I bust past his ass-ring and sink deep inside him. I cram my hand over his mouth to silence him. Poor guy. I know it hurts. But he has to pay his dues.
Once in, I hold still to let him adjust to his new life.
JESUS GOD!! He killed me! A spear up my ass! God, was I ever sorry I ever started this affair! I’ll never walk again! So that was what they meant by “busting a cherry”! I found myself wondering if Kari hurt this bad when the colonel got her virginity – assuming he was the one.
God, it hurt! I wanted to go back to Square One. Jacking off . . . hell, anything was better than getting fucked in the ass!
After a few moments McNundic gouged in a few more inches, again driving me into screaming agony. But I had to admit my asshole was stretching. Nothing was as bad as his first invasion. “You done it, boy” he growled to me. “My cock is up your butt. You’re mine.”
And that was a thunderclap. He was right. I had to admit it. He was fucking me. Forever more, whenever I saw him, we both would know he screwed me. What greater mark could I carry?
I looked over at Kari. She looked back at me with a superior smile, the pro looking down at the newbie.
Gradually I relaxed a little, and he slowly slid in a couple more inches. Again I stiffened in pain, but I was panting, hot, and horny. Yes it hurt, but for some hellaceous reason, I craved more.
He gave me another thrust, then another until finally I felt his pelvic bone slam against my ass. “I’m in, boy. To the balls.”
It stung; God, it hurt, but then he began to pull out, and like suddenly rubbing a cat’s fur the right way, it became an ecstasy. I could not hold back a delirious moan, and he removed his hand from my mouth. Sizzling thrills of pleasure shot through me from my bum.
I heard my own voice as if from far away: “Oh, God, oh, God, YES! Deeper, you big bastard! Fuck me harder!!”
Now let’s see how Lieutenant Cox handles frustration.
THEN HE PULLED OUT!
I couldn’t believe it! No, not now! Not NOW!! “Hey,” I gasped, “Hey, where you goin’…”
Damn! Son of a bitch! SFC McNundic took his hard, dripping cock back to Kari’s pink snatch and stabbed it back inside! Again she straightened out in ecstasy, and again I gnashed my teeth. I was panting like a bitch-hound. “No . . . don’t leave me . . . ”
I watched his muscular ass lunging against her for a few minutes, my tongue hanging out, until I saw his mighty thighs tense up, his body grow stiff, and as he let out a hoarse bellow, I could imagine his boiling jizz shooting up inside her. I felt robbed. That was my jizz! My orgasm! I watched his ejaculation and her ecstasy, and I was on fire with jealousy and need.
When he finally relaxed, his climax over, he sat back, and his cock slid out of her privileged pussy followed by a stream of his white juice. “You want some of my cum, Cox?”
“Yeah!” My voice was dry and cracked. I didn’t see how he could service me just then, though. He was soft.
“Then get over here and suck it out of her pussy while I jack myself back up for you!”
What?? First she steals my fuck, now I have to eat her out? But she turned her hips toward me and spread her legs. God, her pussy looked good, hot and red from orgasm, gaping and stretched from his might pole. And a stream of McNundic oozed from it.
I let myself go. I pressed my mouth against her steaming snatch, and sucked up the salty, tangy, slightly bleachy liquid oozing from it. Jesus, it was like slurping up 100-proof vodka! From the first taste, I loved it! I craved it! I suctioned out her cunt like a vacuum cleaner, then licked around her labia, getting the last drops. I diddled her clit with my tongue, each time giving her a jolt like an electric shock.
I was awed. She was still climaxing, and I gave her a few extra ones.
“Okay, I’m ready now, Cox. On your back and put them feet up in the air!”
I obeyed. “Yeah, come on, man, do me!”
“Yeeouch!” Again the big club blasted me open like a charge of dynamite – but it wasn’t as bad as the first time. I was learning. And once in, the feeling of that big crank straightening me out like a second spine was wonderful! Thrilling! “Oh, God, Sergeant, this time . . . this time don’t stop!!”
Then I felt his hot breath at my ear. “You my bitch, Lieutenant?”
“Huh, what?”
“I said are you my bitch, sir?”
He stopped. He stopped fucking me! “God, man, don’t stop! Fuck me!!”
“You wanna be my bitch?’
“Yes, oh, God, yes! I want to be your bitch! Make me your bitch, you bastard! Ram that big cock into me! Do it, man! Fuck your bitch! Don’t stop!!”
He started the stroking again, and my mouth fell open, my head shoving back and forth against the smooth wooden floor of the sauna. I looked over at Kari, and I tried to smile, but I was too far gone. My eyes rolled up into my head. Nothing on earth felt as good as being fucked.
I don’t know how long he plowed me – could have been hours, days – but was probably 10 minutes or so, then, oh, God, yes! As SFC McNundic reached his orgasm, slamming me harder and harder, my own crank blew me into a 20-megaton orgasm of my own! The man’s ejaculation in me triggered my own balls – completely out of my control. I shot so hard, so long, and so far (God, all the way up to my own chin, splattering my chest and belly as well as his torso with a swamp of semen), I slowly lost consciousness. I didn’t feel his ejaculations into me – too far gone in bliss.
McNundic slugged back and forth in my ass until he finished his afterglow. Then he pulled out, and I fell back like a rag doll. When I came back to full consciousness, he was kneeling beside Kari, and she was sucking that awesome cock, slurping up the drippings of his spuzz and my own juices. I was jealous. That jizz was my property. More of his jizz slathered out of my asshole in an obscene stream, and I reached down to scoop it up. I wanted to drink it all myself.
That began a long non-military association with SFC McNundic and Kari. We “got together” at least twice a week in downtown locations, secret spots in the fort’s fields, and in the backs of cars, and we were never caught. Kari’s relationship with her husband was none of my business – for all I knew, he knew. Most often Kari and I were McNundic’s eager holes, begging to be plugged by his magnificent cock. When he had duties and couldn’t meet with us, Kari and I carried on – both of us preferred to serve as McNundic’s sockets, but in a pinch, I was the only one of us two who had a plug, so I took McNundic’s place – or tried to.
I asked Kari once which was better, being fucked in the ass or in the cunt. “Oh, the cunt is better,” she purred. “Much more sensitive. Much more pleasurable.”
God. That was hard to imagine. When McNundic spread my legs and plowed my ass with that huge organ, he put me in Nirvana Level 12. Better than jacking off. Better than fucking with my cock—especially since his orgasms always set off mine: I got the earthquakes from both front and back. I could hardly imagine pleasure any stronger. Could women get a better thrill from sex than men did?
When McNundic retired from the Army two years later, we all were still in Germany. My enlistment was past, so I resigned my commission and got out of the Army, deciding to move in with him as his boy instead of continuing a military career. We moved back to the States and got jobs and a house. We became the couple we are today. Every so often we get a visitor. Kari will fly in for a weekend, and we play eenie-meenie-miney fuck-holes again.