Date: Fri, 25 May 2012 13:55:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roommates Adjust Part Three

Roommates X

Part Three

These characters and their actions exist in the imagination of the author
and are meant to reflect no one nor to condemn or condone any practice
contained herein. As usual, if this kind of story is illegal where you live
please do not read it; likewise, if you don't like this kind of story, why
did you click on it in the first place? If you are underage SCRAM! Also,
the characters in this story are immune to disease and suffer no physical
or psychological harm unless I, the omniscient author, want them to. Play
safe, and if you do get into this kind of wild play, make sure all
participants are willing; remember it's just for fun.


Benny show's his other "other side".


Danny woke up comfortable and warm still wrapped around Benny. Reflexively
he glanced at the clock; it was 0635. He vividly remembered the night
before and felt a little guilt, but Benny had been cool about it, so now he
had the fuck buddy he'd needed for months.

Had he been able to read minds, Danny would not have been so sanguine about
how things stood. Benny had been awake for a short while and already his
brain was whirring away at the possibilities. Though he didn't define
himself this way, Ben was a manipulative, and a masochist, but he was also
more than a little sadistic; he enjoyed physical pain to a degree, but
enjoyed playing mind games even more. Sexually he was a total opportunist,
but he preferred to mess with men because they were easier to manipulate
and control, and easier to discard.

Danny merely liked to be rough and dominant as a turn on; what had happened
the night before was farther than he'd ever gone along those lines—there
had been something in the way Benny had struggled that had compelled him to
go much further than he had intended. The piss play had just . . . evolved
from how submissive Benny had been . . . and to his surprise Danny enjoyed
the spit and the piss in return. Benny had said something about boxing or
wrestling Danny could do both very well—he'd lettered in wrestling all
four years of high school and eighth grade to boot; he'd boxed since he was
8 years old through the "Y" and the American Legion. Danny didn't want to
hit anyone except another boxer—wrestling might be fun—they'd
see. Anything other than quietly fucking Benny would have to have to be
done in a rented room.

They were lying together on their left sides; Danny slid his right hand
over Benny's right hip and found his slim six inches of joy hard and ready,
which he began to gently stroke. His own bone was nestled in Benny's
crotch.

"Fuck me Danny, please," Benny rasped in a little boy's voice.

"Grab the lotion from my drawer," Danny instructed, "yeah that's the stuff
baby."

Danny flipped the blanket back and squirted some lotion in his hand and
stroked it onto his dick. Benny just lay there; a crooked smile crossed
Danny's face.

"Get on your knees bitch boy," he growled.

Benny complied immediately. Danny, to his own surprise as well as Benny's,
started to tongue the boyhole, tentatively at first and then with
increasing enthusiasm.

"Oh Danny, oh fuck that's so hot . . . oh fuck, oh yeah," Benny babbled in
a sing-song little boy voice.

"You ready to get fucked, bitch boy?" Danny hissed.

"Yessss, pleeease! Oh gods Danny, please fuck me like the total little
bitch I am."

Without further preliminaries, Danny slid his eight plus inches into the
seething hot fuck hole until he bottomed out. He waited a few seconds then
back until just the head of his dick remained inside the ass ring, then
plunged back in; Danny repeated this action over and over getting faster
each time, until he was pumping Benny's ass like a piston. Both Benny and
Danny were nearing the point-of-no-return, when they were startled by the
door to the stairwell banging open. They both froze. Then Danny realized it
was Saturday morning and he had CQ at 0745—oh fuck, that was in less
than thirty minutes!

"Ah, fuck," he grumbled as a loud knock rattled the door.

"Rivera, Specialist Rivera! You got CQ in twenty minutes."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Danny called out, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Kheh, see ya then." Retreating steps and BANG the stairwell open and shut.

Danny pulled out. "Get on your back."

Benny immediately complied and Danny shoved himself back in and lifted the
impaled boy and carried him to the shower. Once there, Benny slid off, and
grabbed the wall as Danny turned on the shower. Danny hammered away at
Benny's ass while the hot water coursed over them. Within a minute Danny
spewed his nut deep in Benny's tight little ass. When he pulled out, Benny
spun around and dropped to his knees and proceeded to clean Danny's dick
with his mouth, and waited. It took Danny a second to catch on; then he
released a stream of hot piss, and hosed Benny all over, while the boy beat
his dick furiously. Ben quickly shot four ropes of cock snot across the
shower floor and sighed.

"We got to hurry," Danny said, "I got to get to the desk and you have a
mission, so let's rock."

They each soaped the other up and rinsed off; they each dried themselves,
and Danny hurried to get into his uniform. His boots almost glowed and his
uniform was sharp; his hair looked like a picture and his body and bearing
exuded "SOLDIER".

Benny was almost dressed as Danny stood ready to head out the door.

"Benny, or Rice I mean; come see me in the Orderly Room about 0815. I got a
mission for you."

"Yes Specialist Rivera, I'll be right there," Benny responded, knowing
instinctively uniform equals military customs and courtesy.

"Mkheh," Danny said and surprised himself again, by stepping over leaning
down and kissing Benny on the lips.

Danny stood, gave himself a little shake and headed out the door.

Benny watched him go; an odd smile on his face and an odd feeling in his
gut. "What are you gonna do with him?" he asked the empty room. Still with
that odd smile, Benny completed his grooming and dressing, and spent a
moment staring into the mirror. "You'll figure it out Benny," he said,
turned off the lights and headed down to the Orderly Room.

He waited while Danny finished opening his log and checking in the company.

"You wanted me to see you Specialist?"

"Yeah Rice, do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes, current through next year."

"Okay, cool," Danny told his runner he'd be back in a minute; Benny
followed him to the parking lot where they stopped next to an Isuzu
pickup. Danny handed him the keys, and forty dollars.

"Okay—go to Cora Mae's Café and get me the "Real Carolina Breakfast" and
a giant coffee to go, and you can get whatever you want. See you back in
about forty-five minutes."

Benny got in and adjusted the seat and mirrors, buckled up and rolled down
the window at Danny's bidding; Danny glanced around quickly leaned in
through the window and smooched Benny's cheek.

"Keep the shiny side up okay." Benny smiled and headed off. He followed
Danny's directions and instructions to the letter, and was back on post
with the food with ten minutes to spare. Rivera and Rice ate breakfast
together at the little table behind the Orderly Room. Benny started to give
the keys back.

"Hang on to them and go check out the town, such as it is. Just come back
around 1730-1800 and bring me dinner from Rayales, a number seven and a
large chocolate malted."

"Gotcha," Benny said smiling broadly.

"Kheh, see later."

Benny headed back to their room and used the bathroom and then headed off
into greater Fayetteville. He headed to the mall. He looked around and then
checked out the bathrooms. There was nobody to cruise, but he did find the
names of a couple of cruise spots, one was a city park that was in a not so
good part town—the other one was on the Cape Fear River called the
landing. He was in an adventurous mood so he headed for the city park
first.

Benny navigated to the park fairly easily, and arrived at the rundown park
in an area that was full of abandon houses, at around twelve-thirty. He
parked and looked around—there were a few black guys on the basketball
court, and some older men playing checkers etc.—he located the restroom,
and decided to check it out. He drew some attention, but nothing too
daunting. Rather than going straight into it, Benny headed down a trail,
then circled around to check out the restroom. He went in; it like
everything else in the park was rundown. He pissed in the dirty urinal,
then stepped away to check out the stalls. The furthest stall had a glory
hole; he was just checking out some of the graffiti, when he heard
approaching footsteps. He closed the door, but there was no latch, so he
sat down on the toilet with his pants up. He heard the scape of shoes on
the floor and heard a torrential rush of piss. Then he heard quiet steps
come closer and stop in front of his stall.

The stall door was pushed open, and there stood a young, handsome,
shirtless dark skinned black guy holding his dick in his hand.

"Dere's dat cute little white boi. You wanna taste o' dis?" He wagged his
meat at Benny.

Benny stuck out his tongue and made a slurping sound.

"Dat's my boi," he stepped into the stall and dropped his shorts. "Get on
it."

Benny took possession of the growing hunk of man meat and started licking
and sucking. He tongued the dick from base to tip, and jammed the huge plum
sized and shaded head into his mouth. He worked a couple of inches down his
throat, and then started bobbing on the nob. While his friend cooed cursed
and hissed his approval.

"You want dis nut in yo' mouff boi?" he asked.

"Mmm aaah, uh huh," Benny answered.

Benny was rewarded with a gush of sweet tasting spooge, which he swallowed
and swallowed until it stopped at which point Benny milked the last drops
out on his tongue.

"Damn baby you shaw'er good at dat."

"Yup," Benny said with a smile, and then another thought crossed his
mind. "Dude, what about the other guys?"

"None o' dem care as long as you . . . uh . . . guys don't mess wit no
kids. You want to suck one o' them too? I'll send one over if you
want—he way cool with guys like you."

"Cool, yeah send one over."

Benny's first friend headed out and was quickly replaced by another
guy—he was shirtless as well, lighter skinned, skinnier and younger than
the first one. He came straight to the stall and dropped his shorts down
and off. He stood up, and presented Benny with a very long, straight, and
slim piece of milk chocolate. Benny started licking it around the head,
lifted it up and sucked his balls into his mouth one-by-one and tried to
lick even further.

"You wanna eat my ass man?"

"Sure," Benny squeaked.

Dude turned around and presented as cute a set of buns as you'd ever wanna
see. Benny started licking, sucking, lapping and blowing on the hole and up
and down the crack. Soon the guy was almost whimpering with pleasure. All
too soon the warning came;

"Dude I'm `bout to cum."

Benny spun dude around and almost gagged himself getting down on the
dick. Once again a gush of sweet cum blasted into Benny's mouth and
swallowed and milked it until dude pulled away.

"Thanks man that was hot," dude gasped out, "you want another guy? Or you
good?"

"I'm good for now, I think I'm gonna walk down the trail."

Dude gave him a knowing look and said, "Be careful in dere, dey's crack
heads around, you hear."

"Yeah, gotcha," Benny responded.

"You can come `round here any Sat'day you want. You cool wid us, okay?"

"Thanks dude, I'll be around."

Both Benny and the dude went out the door and in opposite directions. Benny
headed down the trail and started looking around. Just a few yards down he
saw a good sized white guy that looked a little antsy, and a little
unhealthy, but in a sexy kind of way. He was dark haired and swarthy,
looked to be in his mid to late twenties and was pretty well built. He was
leaning against a tree just off the trail, smoking a cigarette.

Benny strode purposefully toward him and stopped in front of him.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" Benny asked casually.

"Jus' killin' time, wassup wi' chu?" the guy responded in a raspy voice.

"Lookin' for a fun way to kill time myself; I'm Ben by the way," and stuck
out his hand.

"I'm Ken, ha ha, Ben N Ken, ha ha," he laughed as he took Benny's hand. "I
think we could, uh entertain each other for a little while."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Oh let's slip back in the woods here and see what . . . comes up."

"Sounds fun, let's go"

Ken turned and slipped through the brush beside him and Benny fallowed at a
little better than an arm's length behind him. They emerged into a small
clearing where Ken had laid out a sleeping bag and blanket over what looked
to be tent canvas; his backpack leaned against a nearby tree. Benny also
noticed a knife on Ken's belt, and a club next to the sleeping bag. Benny
maneuvered himself between Ken and the club, but otherwise seemed
nonchalant.

Then with incredible swiftness, Ken leapt across the small space, grabbed
Benny and slammed him to the ground. Benny was stunned, so more from reflex
than anything else, he hooked his right fist into Ken's left ear, and
brought his left knee up into Ken's side and scrambled out from under
him. Benny didn't turn too run, but instead turned and faced Ken;

"Whyn't you just gimme yer ass like you done fer those niggers?!"

Ken pulled his knife and made to slash at Benny. Benny, his head cleared
somewhat, stepped inside Ken's right handed strike, wrapped his left arm
around it and jerked Ken towards him while simultaneously driving his right
fist under Ken's chin in a mighty upper-cut; Ken's head snapped back and he
started to stagger and fall, but Benny still had his arm and once again
yanked Ken to him, this time driving his knee into Ken's groin. Now Benny
spun out of the way, taking Ken's arm with him chicken winging it to his
back while he drove Ken's face into the ground. Benny then twisted Ken's
wrist and made him drop the knife. Benny paused to rest for a moment.

"That was fun, what shall we do next do ya think?"

Ken started to struggle and tried to throw Benny off of him.

"Tsk, we can't have that," Benny said sweetly as he grabbed and hank of
Ken's hair and slammed his face into the ground a couple of times. Benny
sprang up and back from Ken. Once Ken had gotten to his hands and knees,
Benny jumped toward him and kicked him in the gut as hard as he could. Ken
fell heavily on his side and curled in a loose ball. Benny stepped back and
took the opportunity to kick the knife away into the woods.

"Gee Ken," Benny said in that sing-song voice, "aren't you having fun? I
know I sure am."

As he said that, he leapt on Ken, pinned his shoulders, and started to
pummel his face into a bloody mash. After beating Ken unconscious, Ben
found his own dick was harder than it had ever been. Without thinking, he
flipped Ken on his face, ripped his pants open from behind and yanked him
to his knees, then opened his own pants slicked up his dick with spit and
started fucking him. He came in his ass very quickly, ripped a strip from
Ken's shirt and cleaned his dick with it. Ken started to stir a little, so
moving as quickly as he could, Ben bound him hand and foot, found the knife
and cut the rest of his clothes off and rolled him onto the sleeping
bag. At this point Ken had stirred so Benny smacked him a little and
finally poured water onto his face and then into his mouth. Sputtering and
cursing Ken came to.

"Oh good you're awake," Benny said cheerfully, "I had lots of fun playing
with you Ken. I gotta get going, but I got a little parting gift for you!"

Benny very deliberately fished his dick out of his pants and very carefully
pissed all over Ken's cut up face and torso. He started to yell, but a kick
to his chest stifled it. "I hope you love it," Benny gushed, "Gotta go."

Benny zipped up, turned to leave, but turned quickly back and spat in Kens
face—"I almost forgot" he called over his shoulder as he left.

When he emerged from the woods, the first guy he'd blown earlier waived him
over to a bench near the parking lot.

"Shid boi, we thought one o' dem crack heads got chu," he drawled with a
little concern in his voice, "was getting' ready to go in dere n look fer
yuh."

Benny smiled at that and said, "One of `em did try to get me, but I got him
instead."

The guy cocked his head to the side.

"I fucked him up good—go back in there about half ways down the trail on
the right and look back in there—see for yourself. I gotta wash up a
little; go back in there and piss on that nasty mother-fucker."

"Okey, Ima check it." And he sauntered off down the trail.

Benny ducked into the restroom and washed up. He looked at himself in the
badly marred mirror, as a shudder ripped through his body; he gripped the
sink to keep from falling over, then feeling stomach heave dashed to a
toilet, barely making it to puke up what seemed like a gallon of bile. Then
just as swiftly as it had all overtaken him it left him. He stepped back to
the sink, rinsed out his mouth and washed his face again. He pulled up his
t-shirt to dry his face. He went back outside, and sat back down on the
bench. Shortly, his friend joined him.

"Gott Damn! You pounded the shit outta him. Lemma see yo' hands," Benny
held them out, "Damn nary a mark. You got a mark on yo' neck tho' he hit
chu?"

"Nah—he grabbed me an' knocked me down, after that though, it was all
me."

"I'll say, damn boy you fucked him up, fucked him then pist on him. I'm
glad we cool."

"You know we are." Benny smiled.

"Yeah now lissen; you can come `round here any Saturday n get what eva you
want from duh niggas here, you coo' wid us; jus' don't be here fuh a coupla
weeks okay? See dat motha fucka been hangin' around here causin' trouble an
all sorts a shit. He tried t' kill you—so we gonna take care o' dat dere
real soon, but chu don't need t' know nuthin' bout that okay?"

Benny nodded "Okay, I'll see you in a couple a weeks—when I come back,
you gotta tell me your name, so I know what to moan while you fuck me—if
you're into that."

The guy chuckled and said, "I'll take you up on that next time."

"Coo'," Benny said, "See ya!"

He got in the truck and left. It was almost three-thirty. He realized
suddenly that he was hungry; on impulse he pulled over, pulled out his
phone and called the company Orderly Room. Danny answered.

"Echo Company, 119th Ordinance, Specialist Rivera speaking, may I help you
sir."

"Hey Rivera this is Rice."

"Hey, what's going on?" Benny could hear the smile in his voice.

"Just checking in; I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything or
. . . anything."

"Nah, I'm cool `til dinner time," then lower his voice a little, "Are you
okay Benny?"

"Oh yeah, I'm good, but where a good place to get a little snack—I'm
ready to bite my arm."

"There a place called the Taco . . . Shop I think; everybody just calls it
the taco stand. They got all sorts of stuff there—there shakes are
wicked good. Any ways check it out, but save room for dinner with me."

"Okay, I'll find it—and I want you for dinner—bye." Benny hung up.

He rolled around Fayetteville for a few minutes finally finding the Taco
Stand. He checked out the menu and got a root beer float, and thought he
might come back later if Danny let him use the truck.

All of the sudden an overwhelming feeling of grunginess came over Benny;
his skin felt like it was crawling—he had to wash off, but didn't want
to go back to the barracks—the gym, he thought, I'll shower at the
gym. He knew the nearest gym was about three blocks inside the gate so he
headed there. He went in, drew two towels from the desk and a lock and
headed into the locker room. Once there he couldn't get his clothes off
fast enough. Once he was naked he walked quickly into the shower to the
farthest bay from the entrance, and was under hot water before he knew
it. It wasn't until he'd soaped up and rinsed off twice, that he noticed he
was not alone.

At the showerhead next to his, was an Asian guy, a little shorter than
Benny's five foot six, but was built like a fire plug. Benny glanced at him
in profile as he stood facing the shower; his dick looked to be circumcised
and around three inches soft, hanging over a small set of hairless quail
egg sized balls; his body was hairless except for a sparse black pubic
patch, and his ass jutted out into perfect round buns.

"Dude," the Asian guy said, "I hope you don't mind me looking, but your
tats are really cool."

Benny looked and saw that the guy had a beautiful an colorful tattoo of an
Asian dragon climbing from right shoulder, down his side, with its open
mouth looking as if it was about to bite at the root of his dick.

"That must have hurt like a bitch," Benny commented.

"The only part that really hurt was the tip of his tail," he pointed to his
neck, "and the points of his teeth." He looked intently at Benny as he
stroked the area and then stroked his dick.

Benny watched and licked his lips unconsciously, then said,

"Yeah man, Marvin's hand was really what hurt on me; the tattoo artist had
to go over it a couple of times and raised a scar," Benny rubbed the
area. "You wanna feel it?" he said as took a step towards the other guy.

The Asian guy swallowed hard and stroked the area, "Yeah I feel it," he
rasped in a throaty whisper as his hand slid over to Benny's hardening
dick.

At the same time, Benny started to stroke his new friend's dick. "I want to
get a closer look," he said as he squatted down and swiftly took said
six-ish inches in his mouth. His new friend didn't last but a minute or so
before he shot a load of cum into his eager mouth.

"Fuck," the Asian guy whispered.

Benny resumed his shower, and said, "When you get done, you're gonna show
me where "the landing" is, and you're going to give your ass when we get
there."

The guy looked stunned for a second. "That's cool I guess. Yeah—that
sounds fuckin' hot.

They exited the shower together and dried and dressed; they were in the
parking lot in record time.

Benny agreed to follow Soo (Benny never learned if that was his first or
last name) out to the landing.

It was easy enough to get there and they parked. Soo showed Benny where all
the trail heads were and pointed out a trail that led to a spot that his
favorite fucks spot. They were about to head down there and get to it when
Benny's phone alarm went off—it was ten `til five!

"Oh shoot," Benny said, "I got to do something that I can't be late
for—can we meet back here around seven, or a little later? `Cause I
really want your ass wrapped around my dick. I'll be here around that time,
so don't leave."

"I'll try to be here—I got . . . take care of something too," Soo said
to Benny's retreating back, somewhat bemused.

Benny hopped in the truck, collected dinner and made it to the unit around
1740. They ate dinner and chit-chatted; Danny sensed there was something
going on with Benny, but couldn't place. Danny was also horny as fuck being
this close to his boy toy. Once they finished eating, Danny sent his runner
home for dinner—that would give him a little over an hour alone with
Benny. No sooner had the runner taken off then Danny had his hand down
Benny's pants squeezing his ass; Benny unbuttoned Danny's fly reached in
and caressed his supper hard prong. Just then the phone rang. Danny
immediately disengaged and slipped behind the counter and answered the
phone.

"Echo Company, hundred an'—this is Rivera First Sergeant . . . "

As they conversed, Benny slipped behind the counter and knelt between Danny
and the counter, undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down to
mid-thigh and started licking and sucking at his dick and balls; then to
really have fun, Benny turned Danny around and began lapping at his
backdoor. Finally the first sergeant rang off, and without a word, Danny
pulled Benny around so his ass faced his dick, and his head stayed under
the counter. Danny slipped the back of Benny's pants down, spit on his tool
and slid it Benny's steamy hole. Benny had Danny so worked up that it only
took a couple of minutes before he emptied his balls splashing Benny's
insides. He was just about to go down on Benny, when he caught motion out
the front window.

"Oh shit!" he said, frantically redressing himself, "here comes the staff
duty officer. Fuck! Stay down there out of sight bitch boy." He said that
with an ominous growl that gave Benny a little shiver.

Danny met the Officer of the Day, calling the unit to attention, and
reporting all well. The officer signed the duty log as required, shot the
shit with Danny for a minute and was on his way.

"Whew, that was close! But fuck that was hot! Gilligan will be back in
about ten minutes. Why don't you head up to the room, as soon as he gets
back, I'll come up and we'll finish what you started . . ."

"Sounds heavenly, do you think you can fuck me again? I want your dick in
me again."

"Okay, I think I can accommodate you—no piss though—I won't have
time."

"Aw, okay. See you in a few minutes."

Danny resumed his log, and Benny retreated to their room. As soon as he
shut the door, he stripped and re-lubed his butthole. In less than ten
minutes Danny was come thru the door—he stripped off quickly turning to
take Benny on the bed, but Benny had another idea; he put Danny on all
fours and began to minister to Danny's ass. He licked, sucked, and tongue
fucked that hole leaving his top quivering like a lump of jello. After
about twenty minutes of this Danny could take no more; with a swift move,
Danny grabbed Benny by the back of the neck and tossed him on the bunk
ankles in the air. In less than a second he was balls deep in Benny,
jackhammering away until both of them hand an almost painful intense nut.

Danny rolled off, and seeing only about a half hour had passed looked a t
Benny.

"Shower now baby bitch boy."

Benny scrambled to comply, and was on his knees in the shower in a flash;
Danny followed a little more slowly, but was quickly standing over Benny
hosing him down with hot yellow piss. Benny giggled his joy. They both
rinsed off; Danny quickly dressed and Benny dressed more slowly.

"Hang on to the truck and go have some fun," Danny told his boy handing him
a twenty

"Gotta jet," he said, and leaned down kissing Benny deeply and was gone.

Benny looked after him and felt a stirring deep inside him. He shook
himself dismissed the feeling and headed out into the evening.

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