Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 10:34:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dupree, Most Unlikely

All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you so, move to a more sensible place, come back to Nifty
and read there. This story, alas, is 100% pure fantasy; I hope you enjoy
the story.

Hey there, my name is John Matthews and this is a tale about how an
unexpected sexual encounter grew into one of the best relationships I ever
had. It all started during my stint in the US Army. I was 22y/o 6' 3" and a
well muscled 225 lbs. I had a shock of red hair in a high-n-tight, crystal
blue eyes and a clear ruddy complexion; I had been told quite often that I
had really nice ass, and I was personally rather proud of my 7.5"
circumcised dick and I'd figured out I was gay by my 13th birthday and I'm
very versatile.

I was in my barracks room minding my own business when there was a knock at
the door. It was probably for Eddie, my rack mate, he had been assigned to
school, and so he was gone and would be for 13 weeks. Anyway, it was early
Saturday morning @7; I was up out of reflex and reading, wearing a fleece
hoodie with a snug "wife beater" underneath, and lounge pants commando
style. I got up and answered the door, it was Dupree; of all the people I'd
met and served with, Alex Dupree was the one I'd least like to spend any
time with--he was a skinny, cocky, coffee and cream skinned black kid
from Baltimore, with an irritating attitude and a rude manner, and he
seemed to have some animosity toward me. So I was a little stunned when he
stood at my door.

"Yo John, is Eddie `roun' man?" he asked with a slight sneer in his voice.

"Sorry bud, he's away at some tactical school. He is gone for like
two-three months." I answered with chilly politeness.

"Damn man. Can I come in an' chill wi' chu for a minute; Deacon got a girl
in da house." All his attitude and rudeness softened a bit as he asked
this.

"It's coo' man," I said, knowing he really didn't have any place else to
go. I stepped back and opened the door wide, "C'mon in."

He strode in behind me. I returned to my chair at the desk, and he, after a
nod from me, sprawled across my bunk. He was in "civvies" of course; and I
looked him over as I offered him something to drink--"Soda, Orange Juice,
beer?"--he considered for a second and said "beer". He was wearing an
Orioles baseball cap over baby fine light brown hair in a barely regulation
haircut; when he wasn't smirking or sneering, his face was actually cute,
smooth and proportionate with hazel eyes, a narrow nose and a perpetual
pout that made him look like a little boy. He was about 6' tall and
slender, maybe 120 lbs. his narrow body all but swallowed up in his
oversize "Testament" T-shirt and a huge hooded sideline coat, "Ravens" of
course, and blue-black denims with a wide belt and huge silver belt buckle
and black "Doc Martin's" on his feet. (If I didn't know him I'd say he
looked hot, really hot, but attitude cancels appearance). He took the beer
from me and, for the first time, I noticed his hands, long and smooth,
broad at the knuckles with long, nearly perfect fingers--I got a thing
for hands--and proportionate thumbs. He held the beer, unopened, for a
second then asked,

"Whachu lisnen' to?"  He asked with genuine curiosity rather than contempt.

"That's John Lee Hooker now, it's a Chess blues compilation--all the old
timey Chicago Blues singers that recorded for Chess back in the day are on
it."

"Damn dude, my gramma would love dis," then he added, "Kinda makes me think
of home." And, for an instant he got a faraway look in his eye.

We sat listening for a couple of songs, and then I debated with myself and
said "fuck it" and finally asked,

"Dupe, why are you here?"

"Whachu mean?"

"I mean, Dude, you've made it clear you don't like me, now you're hangin'
with me. Wassup? I know I'm not the only one up--" I trailed off.

At first, a hard look crossed his face, then he looked at the beer in his
hand as if just noticing he held it, opened it, took a swig, then looked up
at the ceiling pensively--that cute little pout became very
prominent--then he said.

"Honestly J, it's not that I don't like you, it's that I don't know you,"
he said sincerely. He hesitated then added, "You a little scary to me."

I gave him a quizzical look, "I scare you? How?"

He remained silent, sipping his beer, and then he said carefully, "Can I
ask you a question?"

"You just did," I dead-panned. He frowned sourly. I smirked and said,

"Sure, go ahead."

He took another sip of his beer and gave me that pensive, pouty look, then
a "fuck it" look came across his face and he asked,

"You gay?"

Well, there it was. It amounted to either "I'm gonna rat you out," or "I'm
gonna blackmail you, and may or may not rat you out anyway." I frowned, I
wasn't about to make it easy for this asshole.

"Well . . . What answer are you expecting?" I asked, incisively.

"What?"

"When you ask a question, `especially one like that, there's an answer you
want or expect to get. In this case I got two choices "yes" or "no," so
what answer do you want?"

He gaped at me, but didn't answer.

"No answer? Okay then, here's what I think; if you expected "no" you
wouldn't have asked the question in the first place--so, if I answer `no'
you'll either accept it, which I doubt, or you'll decide I'm lying. If you
decide I'm lying, you'll do what you were gonna if I answered `yes'.  But
you really don't expect me to answer yes either. You expect me not to
answer. Doesn't matter anyway `cause you're gonna say what you want to any
way--so why waste my breath." I lapsed into silence.

"You are so full of shit," he snapped, "I asked an honest question, I want
an honest answer. In all your babble though you were right, I do want you
to answer a certain way."

"Which is?"

He hesitated briefly and then blurted, "Yes!"

"So you can fuck with me and or blackmail me and . . ." I started to rant.

"No, No, NO!" he roared over me.

"Then why?!" I snarled savagely.

"You so smart--Figger it out MothaFucker!" he snarled right back, "Got
damn, you can be so fuckin' stupid! Fuck! You think I need your permission
to talk shit about you? Shit, if I was gonna do that, I'd a done it
already. Fuck, I knew you was gay the first week you was here! I seen how
you look at Eddie, and Nichols, and some time at St. Saens."

He paused for breath. I opened my mouth to say something (I don't know what
exactly) but he held up his hand and then continued in a calm even voice,

"I see the way you look at them," I started to protest, but he stopped me
again and said, "don't worry you ain't obvious or nothin'; if I didn't know
what I was lookin' at I'd have missed it, but now you tryin' to be so smart
an so . . . difficult." He almost sneered that, but pulled himself back and
paused.

I jumped in at this point, "How'd you know what to look for?" I asked
without rancor.

He looked at me like I'd just asked the stupidest question ever,

"How you think?" he said in a descending tri-tone.

I gaped at him.

"Das right, Colombo, I am too." He said with mild sarcasm.

"Come off it! You think all you got to do is babble some shit like that and
1. I'll believe you and 2. I'll be so happy that I'll compromise myself.
Bull-fuckin'-shit. Fuck off man."

We had both gotten up and stalked around the room during our "discussion",
we now stood face to face; I was glaring at him, and he had that pouty look
again with his head cocked to the side. Now I was ready for him to do
anything, from taking a swing at me to trying to kiss me, anything except,
drop to his knees, yank the front of my pants down, take my dick in his
mouth and start sucking. I froze like a deer in the headlights. He held my
dick with his left hand and fished out his phone with his right, clicked
some thing and then I heard the shutter sound--I started to shove him
away when he flipped the phone around so I could see the picture--it was
him with my dick in his mouth, but that was all of me you could see. I
didn't know what to do or what to say, and he was giving me a great blow
job in the meantime.

I gave my head a shake, reached down and pulled him to his feet in front of
me. Our eyes met and I murmured "O man" and we kissed, 3 rapid smacks and
we went for each other's neck. My hands pushed the huge jacket off his
shoulders and reached up under his t-shirt, caressing his smooth abs and
back. We continued necking while he unzipped my jacket; he then rubbed his
hands over my abs and pecs. He slid his mouth down to my left nipple,
tonguing and then nipping it with his teeth; I twitched like I'd been
shocked, grabbed his head and pushed his mouth harder onto my nipple. He
took the hint and took a bigger, harder bite; I groaned in ecstasy.

I was about to start gurgling like Homer Simpson with a box of donuts, when
a knock on the door made both of us jump a foot in the air. We both almost
laughed out loud, as both of us put our finger to our lips in the "Shhh!"
gesture simultaneously. Another knock and a familiar voice called,

"Yo Matthews, hit the deck!"

"What!" I called with a sleepy tone to my voice.

"Yo man, get up it's me, Corporal Riggs."

Riggs was a great big dark skinned black guy who had been a walk on lineman
for NC State football. He was always beyond super macho; always bragging
about his prowess "wi' da' bitches." He was never quite clear about why
he'd dropped out college and joined the Army--I was of the private
opinion that it was because he liked white guys to suck his dick, and, when
he was "drunk" (half a beer), liked them to fuck him. He was also Dupree's
immediate supervisor.

"Gimme a sec, I'll be right there." I yawned; then I whispered to Dupree,
"get outta sight and watch what happens."

The room was a cruciform layout, with three bays as sleeping areas and the
fourth with the bathroom and entry way. The bay straight across from mine
was unoccupied; Dupree ducked into the wall locker, with his shirt and
jacket and was able to see my bay clearly through the gap at the hinge. I
made a show of "getting up" noisily to cover his movements; after about a
minute, I opened the door.

Waiting for me was 6' 6", 318 lbs. of solid carved ebony wrapped snugly in
camouflage. His chest, shoulders, arms and thighs were so big that he had
to have his cammies specially made; his face was handsome in a generic
way--it was almost like it had been molded from a mannequin--nothing
distinctive about it though; his eyes were a flat brown. There was nothing
unpleasant about him, but physically he was not my type; he was just too
bulky and his narcissistic personality was a turn off, but he was one hell
of a hunk o' man. We had hooked up while I was still in-processing, and had
continued `playing' after I'd been assigned. Mostly, it was me blowing him,
but every once in awhile, he'd get drunk--usually when his roomie was
gone--and other "things" would happen.

"I got CQ today," he rumbled as he stepped through the door, "Can you help
me out with somethin' t' read?" and as the door clicked shut he added, "an'
help me out with somethin' else?" as he grabbed his crotch and smiled.

"Yeah, I think I can help you out." I said softly as I led him to my
section of the room. I sat on my desk chair; he was positioned so he could
sit back on the bed, he had unbuttoned his BDU top as we stepped over to
the bed and he slipped it off as he stood in front of me. I made sure we
were angled so Dupree had an unobstructed view. I looked up at Riggs; he
started unbuckling his belt and opening his pants,

"I only got a few minutes," he said, "I can't leave Tellez alone too long."

Without a word I yanked down his pants and boxers; on most other men Riggs'
package would have looked respectable, if not downright impressive, but
because he was so big, 7" looked almost adolescent on him--truth to tell
though, anything shy of a full-fledged donkey dick would look
inadequate--he was semi-hard and ready to go. I took possession of his
meat stick with my right hand and gave the head a lick, then swallowed the
whole thing and slurped two or three times up and down as it firmed up. As
it got hard I sucked hard and swirled and rubbed my tongue around the head
as I jacked his shaft in time,

"Ah, ah, ah, Damn, you like that dick, huh?" he rasped.

"Uh huh," I hummed.

"You want that nut hmm . . . you want me to shoot in your mouth? O yeah,
work dat dick. Mmm mmm mmm."

I did as he said, I worked that dick. I took a grip on his ass and bore
down and sucked and bobbed on him like a woodpecker, taking most of the
length; then I took him deep in my throat and held with my nose against his
clean shaven pubes. I did that twice more each time eliciting an "O hell
yeah." Then I pulled back and worked the head as intensely as I could; he
growled and arched his back and,

"Arrrggh, fuck, shit . . . Ooh yeah!" and his juice pumped into my mouth.

I milked the last of his nut out on my tongue and gave the head a few more
licks then he pulled away, stepped back and pulled up his pants and grabbed
up his BDU top and put it on and started buttoning it up. He was halfway to
the door when he turned towards me and said,

"I gotta get back. . . Thanks, maybe I'll check you later." And with that
he was out the door. I followed and locked the door after him.

I turned and there was Dupree with a mile wide grin on his face,

"Got Damn! That big mutha fucker . . . Damn, shit . . . When ju, uh . . .?"

"Two days after I got here in the PX latrine," I told him.

"He fuck you?"

"No, he don't like that, he likes to be fucked."

"You bull shiten."

I shook my head and smirked, as I stepped toward the bathroom.

"You fucked him? Dayum . . . You fuhreal huh?"

I nodded. He looked at me seriously then said again, "Damn . . . That's one
I didn't see either way . . . Man, the way he go on about dis bitch an' dat
bitch. Ha."

He followed me to the bathroom door--I rinsed my mouth and gargled quick
with mouth wash--he smirked at that--we stepped back to my bed and I
grabbed a beer myself and took a slug as I sat back in my chair. Dupree sat
down on the bed opposite me; we sipped our beers and regarded each other
silently, then he got a crooked grin on his face and said,

"That was one hot blowjob man; fastest I eva' seen anybody nut. Dayum."

"You, uh, wanna see if I can do it again?" I asked archly, and then added,
mischievously, "I don't think you could do me like that, so . . ."

"Bullshit, I could make you bust in like five minutes," he said saucily.

"Oh yeah?" I said in mock challenge.

"Yeah," he responded, trying to force his voice deeper.

"Prove It."

"Okay but, you gotta prove that that wudn't no fluke with Riggs too," he
piped in.

"So this is a challenge, huh?"  I said, as I leaned forward and grabbed his
belt and pulled him to his feet. I lifted the hem of his tee and kissed his
smooth taught belly; he giggled as I tongued his shallow innie navel, then
pulled me to my feet, and pressed full length against me and slipped his
hands into my hoodie and gently rubbed my back as he kissed me deeply
drawing my tongue into his mouth.

My hands slid up under his shirt, and as we broke our kiss, I lifted it off
along with his hat. I paused to admire his upper body; he was as smooth as
fine silk, his collar bones stood out perfectly, his belly and chest showed
just a hint definition, his cherry wood nipples contrasted perfectly with
his light honey skin that I'd heard called "high yella". I looked back at
his face, so smooth, and he was doing the pout thing again. I couldn't
resist, I kissed him again and drew that bottom lip between my teeth as he
drew back.

We stepped apart pulled our clothes off. I beheld a perfect twink; smooth
and slender, 28" waist, flawless skin, size 14 feet, no superfluous body
fat, and a perfect round ass that jutted just enough to pronounce the
perfect curve; his abs hinted at an eight pack in outline and, low on the
right just above the crease of his hip, was a tattoo of a green dragon
wrapped around a red dragon. His clipped dick was long and slim, the color
of ivory patina, his pubes were shaved and his sac and crotch were
completely hairless, accentuating his adolescent appearance. I was
transfixed--he was so cute!--he held his arms out widely, did a little
pirouette, cocked his head to one side and gave a shy little grin. I
melted, and Dupree knew it,

"You are so hot," I said.

"You are somethin' else too; damn you' a sexy muthafucka," he whispered.

"I wanna eat you up," I responded.

"Me too," he said.

"Me first," I said.

"No you don't," he shot back and pounced on me.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips; my right
arm held his butt and my left supported his back. Our mouths came together;
our tongues twined around each other like the dragons in his tattoo. I
turned and took a step backwards and sat on the bed; without breaking our
lip lock, he pushed me onto my back. He wiggled slightly and trapped my
bone hard dick in his crotch; he broke our kiss leaned back a bit and
looked at me solemnly and said,

"I wanted to get witchu since the day you got here. You way hot--I was
afraid I'd act da' fool and, well . . . you know."

"That why you been a total prick to me?" I countered.

"It was that or risk rapin' you right there in the middle of the quad."

"That coulda been fun," I chuckled as I looked him over; he was fully hard
now and looked to have a solid stick of wood about the same size as mine
resting on my abs. I looked into his face and smiled as I said,

"Well, I didn't want to look twice at you, `cause you were such an asshole
. . . I didn't want to, but I had to `cause you so freakin' cute."

He leaned down and took my lips with his; I thrust my tongue into his
mouth, licked over his teeth, pulled back and drew that bottom lip between
my teeth again. He tugged it free, then sat back a little and smirked as he
regarded me--that pouty lip look fixing me like a bug on a pin,

"I shouldn't tell you this but I can't help myself," I murmured, "As cute
as you are--especially when you pout at me like that--I'll never be
able to tell you `no' to anything."

"I like the sound of that GI," he responded, perfectly mimicking a Korean
whore "so, will you suck my dick, and then fuck me silly?" he thrust the
lip out even further and made puppy dog eyes at me, "Will you please?"

What could I do? I kissed his mouth then nibbled my way down his neck to
his nipples; I licked sucked and nipped each of them and was gratified at
his whimpering moans and hisses; I tongued part of the outline of his abs
and tongue fucked his belly button, and then I licked my way to the crease
of his thigh to his perineum, and teased the very tip top of his hairless
anus with the tip of my tongue. Alex quivered like a Jell-o mold in an
earthquake. Then I licked the length of his dick, base to tip, swirled my
tongue around the head, and eased it length into my gullet; then I drew
back and bobbed on his knob for a good while and then, spitting it out,
beat it against my outthrust tongue and lips. Alex was enjoying the
treatment, or he was the best actor in the whole of North America; he cooed
and cursed, and whined, whimpered and hissed--he did everything short of
sing the Battle Hymn of the Republic--to express his pleasure. The one
expression I was after was his nut in my mouth, and after about ten minutes
of this treatment, Dupree rewarded me with a huge load of cum, for a second
I thought semen would squirt out of my nose! I managed to swallow a copious
amount, and licked the rest from his belly; I gently nuzzled his super
sensitive cock, and after making sure it was clean, relinquished it to
rest. I slid my body up beside him and kissed his face.

Dear Alex Dupree was gasping and wheezing like a worn out compressor.

"Damn Baby," Dupree murmured after he'd caught his breath, "that was good."

Without another sound, he kissed me and starting with my earlobes nibbled
and tongued his way down my body. Now I did gurgle like Homer Simpson with
a box of donuts; I hissed and softly cursed as Dupree played me like a
guitar. He skipped over my bone and started nipping at the inside of my
thighs--I could feel my nut starting to build--and took my balls one by
one into his mouth.

"You're gonna make nut Babyboy," I hissed.

Dupree ignored me and finally started in on my stick. He licked it up and
down, teased the head and lapped at the piss slit. Tingles, shocks and
thrills rippled through me as Dupree worked the dick; he seemed to sense
just where my point of no return was and delighted in keeping me on that
torturous edge. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer and felt my entire
life force shoot out of my dick and into Dupree's throat. I nutted so hard
that, by rights, Dupree should have gotten whiplash.  I lay there sweating
and gasping like a trout in the bottom of a boat. He slid his beautiful
body up next to me and with a heartbreakingly sweet smile whispered,

"I win!"

I started to laugh, and when I finally caught my breath, I kissed him
tenderly and protested,

"That wasn't even fair; my crotch muscles are gonna be sore as fuck."

We lay contentedly together and then after a while, we rose in sync and
used the toilet and got into the shower. With little sex play we lovingly
washed each other.  We dried ourselves and retreated to my bunk and
snuggled down under the covers. I drifted off to sleep with Alex Dupree
wrapped in my arms, and I knew happiness.

More to come.

I've got a few other stories with Nifty: A Very Good Day in Interracial,
The Little Ghost in Interracial and Military, Danny and Me in Adult/Youth,
My New Cousin in Incest and Interracial. Let me know what you think of this
one and the others if you're of a mind. As always, questions, comments and
criticism are welcome send them to John at
thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear from you soon. John