Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 02:29:29 PDT
From: Billy Bob <billybob661@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Few Good Men 5: Sergeant Armando Contreras: Introduction

A Few Good Men 5:
Sergeant Armando Contreras: Introduction


Note:  The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 4, is an
accounting of my stint in the USMC.  Another story, Nailed Part 1,
precedes the series.  It's in Nifty's Athletic section.  They all
contain sex between men.  Duh.  If don't want to read graphic details
of sex between consenting adult men or if you're underage or if this is
not allowed/illegal where you live, then don't read it.  You've been
warned.

I've had a few recurring questions about this series, so I'll try to
clear up what most guys have asked about.  As I said, the A Few Good
Men series is largely true.  Yah, so most of the names have been
changed to protect the innocent and/or closeted.  These stories are the
best memories I have of being one of Uncle Sam's finest.  They took
place in the very early 80s when I was in the USMC.  Back then we
really didn't practice safe sex because it was the very beginning of
the health crisis and safe sex with condoms didn't really come into
play until like the mid 80s.  I guess I'm lucky.  I fucked around with
lots of mostly military guys back then and, luckily, am still negative
all these years later.

I hope you enjoy the series.  There's lots more memories to write
about.  I just need the time to do it.  I'd love to hear from you with
your comments.  Please don't copy any part of this.  I reserve all
rights to this and all the chapters in the A Few Good Men series.


After Primer had moved to the east we attempted to continue our
relationship long distance.  We spoke on the phone almost daily at
first, but even that tapered off after a few weeks.  With he in a new
job and I in the Corps, it became painfully obvious that we wouldn't
see each other for a long time.  Even though we had spoken about
weekend visits, neither one of us were in a financial position to be
making weekend plane trips across the continent.  He was very aware of
all of that.  It was I that lived in a fantasy world.  When that
reality set in, it became almost painful to talk on the phone because I
missed him so much.  That's when our contact began to get really
sparse.  I became pretty depressed.  For several months I didn't
venture out much.  I pretty much stayed to myself.  Heading out to gay
bars just wasn't an option for me and after Primer the pursuit of
casual sex just didn't appeal to me.

Primer had been gone for 6 months.  I hadn't gone out or even had sex
with a man the entire time.  At 20 years old that was quite a feat.
I'd thrown myself into my job and had seen the results of that.  Still
and all, I had begun to ache for the love of a man.  My earlier and
wilder days were pretty much behind me.  I'd broken a lot of hearts in
the short time I'd been in the Corps and I wasn't proud of it.  I'd
never given it much thought before, but now that I was still smarting
from a broken heart of sorts, I was a little embarrassed at how
careless I'd been with some of the men I'd known.

Because of my mechanical skills, I had been assigned to a motor pool on
base at CamPen.  That's where I pretty much spent most of my time.   It
was pretty awesome in fact.  I had complete control over the repair
bays and spent countless hours cleaning and organizing them to my
liking.  It took a while, but I finally had the place whipped into
shape and looking like my old man's garage that I'd worked in for so
many years.  The Sergeant in charge was a real task-master.  He had
extensive knowledge of all aspects of cars in general but  military
vehicles specifically.  He was a tough old guy and kind of a hard ass.
But he taught me a lot and I respected him for that.  I'll never forget
the day he announced he was retiring and leaving the Corps.  I felt a
tinge of regret.  I realized that I looked up to him like the Dad that
mine never was to me.  We threw a hell of a going away party for that
Sergeant.

I'd learned early on that the best policy for me was to remain closeted
in the Corps.  Remember this was the early 80s.  A long, long way away
from the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" days.  When I was on base I didn't
allow myself to have thoughts for or lust after other guys.  It just
wasn't safe.  Not only could you get your ass booted from the Corps,
but you could also get your ass kicked but-good if any one of a number
of men even suspected that you were gay.  And at 5'9" and 160 pounds, I
wasn't exactly the biggest guy around so I avoided any kind of
confrontation.  I never went looking for attention on base, but I sure
as hell never discouraged it either.

My blond hair and good looks had turned more than a few heads in my
young life.  It was no different on base.  The piercing ice blue eyes
God gave me didn't hurt either.  Although I really never worked out
heavily, the body I'd sculpted with very little effort was an eye
catcher as well.  Especially my butt, if I must say so myself.  Being
my best asset, I never shied away from showing it off.  High and tight
against my 31 inch waist, it was the perfect bubble.  From the time I
was a young boy my butt was muscle.  With very little effort it's still
hard today.  I always knew my efforts were paying off because I got
comments on my butt.  Even from straight guys.  Of course, they said
different things than the guys that were trying to get into my pants,
but the message was still there.  From the time I'd been taught the
pleasures of buttfucking until Primer had left several months earlier,
I never shied away from putting out to hot men either.  I just wasn't
doing it then.

Not that guys didn't try.  Like I said before, when I was about 13 or
so I became aware of the effect I had on girls.  But it was during the
summer before I turned 16 that I learned of the effect I had on men.
My cleanshaven baby face attracted them.  And it hasn't changed to this
day.  On the other hand, I have always lusted after the dark haired,
swarthy and hairy chested men.  For years I felt inadequate that my
body was nearly hairless.  It wasn't until I was a little older that I
finally understood that, generally, opposites attract.

I kept my nose to the grindstone and never even hinted that I was gay.
That's how I got along so well with the guys that I worked and lived
with.  Sure, some of them were hot, but I couldn't let myself think
about them in anyway other than as fellow soldiers.  When the
occasional aggressive man would let his interest be known, I
respectfully declined.  Mostly because in the wake of Primer moving I
just wasn't feeling sexual.  Go figure that, huh?  In one or two cases
it was difficult, but I knew that if I did anything with them it would
be just casual sex and I wasn't looking for that at the time.  I just
wasn't looking for man to man action.

All of that changed in an instant when I reported for duty the Monday
morning after we'd seen our Sergeant off.  Sergeant Armando Contreras
was introduced to us as the new man in charge of the motor pool.  He
was absolutely fucking beautiful!  I remember him standing in front of
us talking, but I didn't hear a word he said.  All I saw was that light
brown skin and full lips parting around brilliant white teeth as he
spoke.  My heart raced.  My stomach churned with butterflies.  For the
first time in many months, my cock stirred at just the sight of a man.
He had incredibly thick eyebrows.  His big brown, almost black, eyes
were accentuated by very long eyelashes, giving him a seductive, almost
sleepy, look.  The nostrils of his flawless nose flared, belying the
Spanish blood of his Puerto Rican roots.  A square jaw, high cheekbones
and those luscious lips completed the picture perfect face.

He was such a fucking Stud!  Every move he made just oozed natural
masculinity.  His mannerisms,  his posture and  his gestures all
screamed male.  Heavily furred forearms blended into awesome biceps.
Those and his defined pecs stretched his tee to no end.  What a fucking
hunk this Sergeant was!  For the next several days I couldn't keep my
eyes off of him.  I watched him from across the repair bay as he leaned
under a hood. He stood about 6'1" and I guessed he was a little over
200 pounds.  His face was a fucking masterpiece.  He looked to be in
his late 20s.  The dark hair on his head was so thick that even with
his high and tight haircut you couldn't see his scalp on the top.  His
hairline grew down onto his forehead, accentuating his sexiness.

His muscled shoulders tapered down to a 32 inch waist and a pair of
hard ass mounds that seemed to be fighting to escape his cammies.  The
way they molded to his butt was sinful.  The camouflaged fabric almost
seemed to lift and separate each one of his ass cheeks.  All of that
combined made him a wet dream come true for me.  I just wanted to fall
to my knees behind him and feast on his ass.

All of that didn't hold a candle to what I could see he was packing in
his pants.  Yah, we all like to talk about a guy's basket.  But how
often do you really see one.  I mean really see a man's dick.  Oh, sure
there are guys that show a bulge here and there.  But you almost never
see a cock in a man's pants.  Sergeant Contreras was an exception to
that.  Sliding down the right side of his pants was a clearly defined
tube of flesh.  It flopped around against his thigh as he walked.  Damn
it looked big!  It seemed to be about half-hard all the time.  Stealing
glances at it, I couldn't detect the rim of a cockhead so I assumed he
was uncut.  That did it for me! For the first time in months, I thought
about all the nasty things I could do to a man.  He really got the
better of me.  Little did he know that he had become my main jack-off
fantasy.

As any good commander would do, Contreras started the week working with
each one of us on a one-to-one basis.  I knew it was in an effort to
show us he knew what he was doing, but when he worked with me I quickly
caught on that the Sergeant was in a little over his head.  I don't
know how this Rican god got his post, but everyday I thanked my lucky
stars that somebody had seen to it that he was sent to me.  I couldn't
care less how experienced the Sergeant was under a hood.  All I cared
about was that he was as close to me as physically possible.

When we worked together in various positions, I noticed other things
about him.  Like the thick hair growing up and over the top of his tee
shirt.  And at different times when his tee shirt hiked up I saw the
patch that grew above the waistline on his back and his heavily furred
stomach.  The hypnotic manscent that emanated from his body drove me
nuts.  Seemingly unaware, the man set me into a heightened state of
arousal just by being near me.  It excited and scared me all at the
same time.  I knew I'd have to be especially careful around this man.

Needless to say, I was hooked on Sergeant Armando Contreras.  Big time
hooked.  He occupied the greatest amount of my waking thinking time.  I
volunteered my services for every project he proposed.  Because he was
lacking somewhat in his mechanical skills, I could tell he was grateful
I did.  I made him look smart and experienced.  It turned me on to do
so and it made him happy at the same time.  We soon fast became on-duty
buds.

I didn't know much about Contreras.  But I was dying to find out as
much as I could without being obvious.  I learned that he had
transferred from another part of CamPen but that he'd only been in
California for a few months.  Each day like clockwork a buddy of his
would roll in and pick him up after we closed up.  I learned that the
buddy was one of two guys that Contreras roomed with off base.  I was
jealous of those guys!

One Monday morning about 3 weeks after he reported for duty, Contreras
showed up to work driving a beat up Chevy Luv mini truck.  Remember
those?  Some jarhead that was shipping out had sold it to him over the
weekend.  We razzed him about it all day and he took the ribbing with
humor.  Toward the end of the day he asked me to take a look at it.
After duty, I pulled it into my bay and popped the hood. It took about
an hour of tinkering before I was able to give him a rundown on the
truck's needs.  Geez, the thing seemed to need everything!  I could see
the news drain away his good humor.  Needless to say, us grunts in the
Corps don't make a helluva lot of money and the prospect of dumping
most of it into a car isn't exactly appealing.  I offered to help him
out.  He was elated that I'd be willing to do so.  I was elated that
I'd get the chance to be with him more often.

So, for the next couple of weeks, Contreras and I worked on his truck
after duty.  With nobody else around, we got the opportunity to get to
know each other better.  I learned that he'd grown up in Florida and
was one of 6 boys in his family.  The thought of 5 other men who looked
like Sergeant Contreras running around the world merely added a new
dimension to my jack-off fantasies.  In turn, I clued him into my
upbringing and how I wished my relationship with my Dad had been
better.  Of course I skipped the part of getting caught fucking with
Kevin (A Few Good Men 1) and being forced to enlist in the Corps.

It really wasn't that cool to work on personal vehicles at the shop.
Even after duty.  So after doing most of the hard work on base for
several days, we moved over to Contreras' apartment.  He was so much
more relaxed there.  Besides, we could have a beer or two whenever we
wanted to.  I met his two roommates.  Smythe was a Lance Corporal like
me, with about a year until discharge.  He was a white-blond haired guy
from Indiana or someplace.  Reasonably good looking, he was a confirmed
pussy hound with a big mouth.  Luckily he was never around the
apartment much.  The best kind of roommate to have I guess.  Kozinski
was also a Lance Corporal.  He was a stocky and sturdy guy of Polish
descent with copper colored hair,   built like a brick shithouse, but
not the best looking guy around.  Although he and Smythe went out
looking for pussy a lot, Kozinski was more of a homebody.  Though he
was around more, he was a friendly guy and pleasant to have around.

One day, Contreras and I had been working on the truck for hours.
Smythe and Kozinski had invited us to head out on the prowl with them
but Contreras had declined because he said he had a date.  Though I
wasn't thrilled at the thought that he was heading off to some woman's
bed, I was just as happy that I wouldn't have to hang out with the
other two and pretend to look for pussy.  It's just not something I
would do.  We were on about our 4th beer when I felt the call of nature.
I dropped my wrench and headed for the house.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothin'.  I gotta take a leak" I answered, opening the screen door.

"Those guys are getting ready to go out, both heads are probably in
use" he announced.  Even though the other guys shared the Master
Bedroom and its bath, they apparently used the hall bath as well.

"I'll manage" I waved, heading down the hall.

Sure enough, both baths were full.  Normally I would have just whipped
it out and pissed outside.  But it was kind of hard to do that in an
apartment complex.  I rapped on the door.

"Yo!" came the answer from inside.  I opened the door.

"Mind if I take a leak?"

"Not at all, come on in" the voice answered from the shower.  It was
Kozinski.

Stepping into the bathroom, I unzipped and did my business.   While I
was standing there I looked around and saw his clothes piled on the
floor.  Amongst his shorts and shirt, were his boxers.  I always liked
the sight of a man's underwear.  Kozinski had a nice ass and it turned
me on a little to see the boxers that he'd been wearing just laying
there.  I turned toward the shower and could kind of see him through
the shower curtain.  It was a clear one with a Budweiser label design
on it.  I really couldn't see anything but an outline of a man in the
buff.  My dick started surging.  Whew!  I thought.  This beer's really
getting to you!

When I returned outside, I suddenly remembered a phone call I needed to
make.  "Hey, Sarge, can I use the phone?"

"Sure" he said, "Use the one in my room.  It's the one on the left."  I
hurried down the hall again.

Reaching the door, I turned right into the inner world of the man I'd
been lusting after for weeks.  The phone was on the nightstand so I sat
on the bed and dialed.  When I was finished with the call  I stood and
quickly scanned the room.  It was neat and sparsely furnished.  Just a
King size bed, a nightstand and a small dresser.  The scent of the man
lingered in the air. I spotted some clothes thrown haphazardly into a
pile over by the closet.  I saw that a pair of his boxers rested atop
some shorts and a tee shirt.  Instantly, I had a half hardon.  In the
distance I could hear Contreras pounding on something under the hood of
the car.  Water was running in the other bathroom and it sounded like
someone was on the phone in the bedroom across the hall.  All residents
accounted for.

Without thinking I crossed the room quickly, stopping at the pile of
clothes.  There, before me, were clothes that Contreras had worn.
Knowing I'd have to hurry, I instinctively reached for the boxers.
Without even thinking I grabbed them and held them up to my face.
Breathing in, I smelled the strong scent of the man I'd come to crave.
My nostrils exploded with smells of his sweat, his dick and his butt.
The front smelled like piss and precum and balls.  The back seam
released that ever-so-sweet smell of a man's ass that I had craved
since adolescence.  Fuck!  How many times have I done this? I thought.
How many men's shorts have I sniffed?  I thought back on that one day
that I'd been caught by my friend Leo doing the very same.   (Described
in detail in "Nailed" in Nifty's Athletic section).  The thought of
Contreras or one of his roommates catching me flashed through my brain.
A sudden chill of fear rushed through me, causing me to drop the
shorts.  In a hurry I bolted out of the bedroom and outside.  Grabbing
my beer, I guzzled its remains before setting the empty bottle down.

"Damn, son!  Slow down there!" Contreras said with a grin.  "What's up
with you?  You're all flushed"

I felt hot in the face and realized that I must be beet-red.  I get
that way anytime I'm excited or embarrassed.  It's my fair skin.
"Must be the beer," I said, wiping my mouth.

"Shit, yah!" he laughed.  "Especially if you're drinking it that way"

We finished up the job on the truck and I packed up my tools.  While I
was doing so, Contreras slipped off into the shower to get ready for
his date.  The other two had already left so it was just the two of us
there.  I was so horny from the beer and being around Contreras all
day.  Hearing the shower water running, I slipped into his bedroom.  I
quickly moved over to the closet and scooped up that funky pair of
boxers I'd sniffed earlier.  Balling them up into my fist I walked out
into the hall.

"Hey, Sarge!  I'm gonna take off now.  Have a good time tonight!"  I
called out to him.

"Yah, thanks for the help on the truck"

"No problem.  I'll see you Monday"

"Ok, buddy"

I hopped in my car and tore ass to my quarters on base, making only one
stop.  That was at a bookstore in Oceanside.  I'd been there a time or
two before.  I scanned the crowd for any familiar faces that may bust
me and, after seeing none, I grabbed a copy of Honcho I think with a
drop-dead handsome Latino on the cover.  Go figure that, huh?  I paid
for and left with it as soon as I could.  It was a big risk taking it
on base, but I was awful horny.  When I got back to my quarters, the
place was deserted.  Being Saturday night that wasn't surprising.  The
guy I shared a room with was gone for the weekend.  All the better for
me.

I shucked my clothes and hopped in the shower I shared with the next
room.  Taking my time, I rinsed myself inside and out in anticipation
of what was to come that night.  It had been a long time since I'd
pleasured myself like I planned.  After drying off I dug into the bag
I'd retrieved from the trunk of my car.  In it was the flesh colored
dildo that I'd bought some time before at the same bookstore in
Oceanside.  Needless to say, it was well hidden inside of something.

Propping pillows up at the head of the bed, I slid naked onto the cool
sheets.  Thumbing through the photo spread of the centerfold, I stroked
myself into 7 steel hard inches.  Yah, I know what you former military
guys are thinking.  Sure, there was the danger of my roommate coming
home early.  But I was pretty confident he'd stay gone the whole
weekend like he said.  No doubt that being super horny contributed to
the chances I was taking.  It also meant that I was too hot, too soon.
I had to be careful not to lose control and shoot my load too soon.
The centerfold's body was awesome.  Huge fucking uncut cock with
massive balls and a hard ass all covered with fur.  Just like I like
`em.  From the centerfold I moved onto a hot stroke fiction story about
a street tough that corners and fucks a young Stud in an alley.  By the
time I finished that, I was hotter than a two-peckered Billy goat.
Turning the light off, I slid a pillow under my ass and continued to
stroke my hardness while I teased my butt with the dildo, which was
slick with plenty of lube.

After a couple of minutes of that my asslips were gaping and my hole
was begging to be filled.  Pulling my legs up to my chest exposed my
hole to the warm air in my room.  Pushing against my sphincter, I slid
the bulbous knob of the toy just inside, where I let it stay while my
ass got accustomed to the girth.  Not so slowly, I pushed the entire
length of the fleshy surrogate inside of me.  I was so horny for cock
that I didn't care if it hurt a little.  I needed dick!  Finally the
ball shaped base rested against my gaping lips.  It had been a long,
long time since I'd been breached and when I felt the familiar feel of
fullness inside of me I instantly regretted not getting dicked more
often.  Suddenly I was the old young-dumb-and-full-of-cum me that
couldn't get enough cock.

While working the entire length of the tool in and out of my hungry
depths, I fisted my rock hardness slowly.  Faster then slower, deeper
then shallow, I worked the entire length of my super sensitive insides.
I worked that tool hard.  Ever the experienced hole, my butt took the
workout well.  God, it felt great to be fucked again.  If only it was
Contreras, I thought.  Contreras!  What a hot fucking man.  And his
boxers were just within reach of my free hand.  As I worked my prostate
over with the knob of my latex friend, I reached down, grabbed the
boxers and brought them to my face.  Over the next couple of minutes I
sniffed every fucking manscent I could out of those shorts while I
stroked myself furiously toward a mind-blowing climax.  As I rammed the
8 inches of pliable latex deep inside of me I fantasized that it was
Contreras that was breeding me.

As the battering ram made friction against the slick walls of my sloppy
mancunt I inhaled the heady scent of the man's crotch and butt.
Sounds of wet flesh being worked over mixed with the soft murmurs only
a man on the receiving end of another man's prick can make echoed in
the room.  My balls were snapped up so tight against my hard shaft that
they had nearly disappeared inside of me.  That and the intense burning
in the joy button I was working hard signaled that I was just seconds
away from spewing.  I wanted it to last longer, yet knew that I needed
the release.  With one last blast of energy I worked the tool deep
inside of me with powerful thrusts as I inhaled fully one last time
through the man's boxer shorts.  The unique manscent of his hole
traveled through my nose, exploding in my nostrils and filled my lungs.
With the full length of the tool buried inside of me I got two
different yet equally awesome sensations.  While the knob was working
on the pain and pleasure of that second sphincter, the shaft pressed
against my prostate which had suddenly swelled hard.  Like a rocket I
was off.  The first spurt just grazed my clean-shaven face on its way
to the wall behind my head.  The second spewed across my cheek and
forehead, just missing my eye.  The third spurt landed on my neck.
After that I lost count.  Long ropes of Jarhead jizz jetted out of my
closely clipped cock, bathing my hairless torso in its warmth.  The
entire episode was over far faster than I would have liked but I
instinctively knew there was more to come.

I lay there coming down off my sex high.  I must have been some sight.
Flat on my back, my legs partially up with a pillow under my hard
bubble butt which was stuffed full of one of the finest male surrogates
available!  My belly and chest were coated with my spew.  Coming down
after a hot session, with or without a partner, is one of my favorite
times.  I lay there in the overheated room thinking just how hot and
stale the air was.  The dildo eventually slipped out of my butt,
leaving me empty.  Butt juices and lube flowed easily from my freshly
fucked hole.

I got up and opened the door, allowing ventilation to flow both ways
through the window in my room and the one at the end of the inside
corridor.   Seeing as though my roommate was out of town for the
weekend and our room was at the end of the corridor, it wasn't likely
that anybody would be peeking in the room.  Besides, the sub-floor of
the building was wood, which allowed you to hear every footstep in the
building.
I cleaned up a bit and returned to bed, exhausted from the day, the
beer and the heavy workout I'd just put myself through.  Knowing that
I'd be horny for yet another session or two with my latex friend, I
kept my set up intact and pulled a sheet over myself.  Content for the
moment, I drifted off to sleep with my friend close at hand.

Some time later I awoke from the noise of somebody returning to his
quarters down the hall.  I couldn't tell who it was, but the noises
told me it was coming from the general quarters which were very close
to mine.  I heard the familiar sounds of a man undressing then walking
to the head and pissing.  Based on the splashing sounds, he seemed to
be a little unsteady on his feet.  I guessed that, like a hundred times
before, these were the sounds of a man who'd been out drinking and
hadn't gotten any pussy.  I envisioned a horny Gyrene pissing through a
hardon.  Finally I saw the light in the head click off and then heard
the man diving into his rack.  Except for a couple coughs and some
breathing, the building went silent once again.

Not five minutes later, I heard the very faint but distinct telltale
noises of a man working his meat.  Soft moans of a man being pleasured
drifted through the air.  Somebody was having a solo jack-off session
and I had an audio ringside seat.  I wanted to know really bad who the
guy was, but knew that if I got out of my rack he'd hear me walking.
Even barefooted and careful I'd be sure to make the floor squeak.  The
longer I heard the sounds, the more it aroused me.  In no time I had
another aching hardon in need of release.  My sloppy hole was itching
for some action as well.

Carefully, I stripped off the sheet covering me.  In a flash I had my
hardness lubed up and was stroking it in what I imagined was unison
with the mystery wanker.  As I worked the super sensitive trigger ridge
under the head, my hole alternately gaped and tightened.  It and all
that surrounded it was still soaked with the lube and butt juice that
had been leaking out of me since my last action.  Reaching down, I
quickly found my hard friend and guided him to my manhole.  Without
even a trace of resistance, I was able to slide him deep inside of me
in short order.  God, it felt good.  I had to stop stroking my cock for
a minute to keep from shooting my wad.  That's how good it felt.  It
was the second fuck of the evening, my favorite.  Always has been and
always will be.  I'm loose and  I'm way wet and I'm big time relaxed
for whatever action a man can give me.  I live for second or third
fucks.

While my buddy down the corridor filled the air with soft yet masculine
moans, I added the sound of a hot and wet hole being worked over hard.
That sound of a long and hard cock sliding in and out of slippery
flesh.  Listening intently to my fellow jacker, I closed my eyes and
lost myself in the moment.  At that moment I renewed my conviction that
I was born to be bred by hot men.  While the Stud down the hall did
what men have been doing since time began, I pleasured myself in a way
only confirmed bottoms can know.  The pleasures on his prick and the
alcohol combined on the mystery man.  He was so wrapped up in the
action that he got louder, which was just fine with me.

After several minutes the action I was stirring in my own guts was
getting the better of me as well.  I knew I wasn't going to last much
longer.  And from the sound of the man down the hall, neither was he.
Finally I spread Contreras' shorts over my face once again and inhaled
his ultra masculine scents.  Once again, that did it for me.  Inside of
a minute or so of that I was getting really close to cumming.  So was
the mystery man.  My mancunt was swollen and distended.  As they do
when I'm taking dick, a couple inches of my entrails were wrapped
around the shaft of my intruder, allowing him greater access to my most
sensitive depths.  Rapid strokes in and out sent the bulbous knob of my
latex lover into and out of the pleasure pit on the other side of my
second sphincter and over my swollen joy button.  I myself started
moaning involuntarily with pleasure.

All of a sudden I heard the Stud down the hall get his nut.  I imagined
a hard-bodied Marine writhing in ecstasy on his rack as he shot his
Jarhead jizz onto his belly.  That vision set me off.  Burying my lover
deep into my depths, I shot another heavy load of cocksnot all over my
chest and belly.  The powerful orgasm overtook me and I later realized
that I hadn't been quiet about it either.  When I came out of the post
unloading fog, I saw the faint illumination of the light down the hall.
I figured the mystery man was cleaning up.  Shit, I thought, why don't
I just go and clean it up for him?  I was too damned horny still.

I cleaned myself up after awhile.  Normally I would have cleaned up and
stowed my latex lover right away, in fear of being discovered.  But
that night I was so horny that I took my buddy to bed with me in hopes
of yet another hot session before the dawn.  It was very hot in the
building still as there was no air conditioning.  I fell asleep on my
belly stark ass naked with the covers off.  I think that I
subconsciously was hoping that some hot stud would come discover and
breed me.

I awoke hours later, after dawn, with a throbbing morning hardon.
Slipping out of bed, I shut my door and proceeded to take dick for the
next 45 minutes or so before I spewed yet another huge load that only a
20 year old can.  Damn, I needed to get laid, I thought.

Seeing Contreras over the next week was sheer torture for me.  I now
knew the scent of his most secret spots and it was driving me crazy.
On Wednesday afternoon he came to me and told me that he'd bought a
second hand camper shell for his truck and wanted to know if I'd help
him install it.  Of course, I jumped at the chance.  That afternoon,
after duty, we set out.  After picking up the shell we headed to his
apartment where we had a couple of beers before starting the job.  We
moved out into the driveway with what was probably our third beer to
get to it.  In no time we had the shell set in place.  I quickly had
the holes drilled and started in on the bolts to fasten it.  Contreras
went inside the house to get another beer.  I was in the bed of the
truck on all fours with my ass in the air when I heard him come through
the screen door.

"Whewie, Lance Corporal" he whistled.  "You got some backside on you
there!  I'm so horny even that's lookin' good"

"You should be so lucky" I shot back.  Crazy thing to say to a straight
man, I know.  But my beer muscles were kicking up.  I guess I was
secretly wishing he'd walk up behind me and fuck me on the spot.

"Yah, shit!  The lucky one is the one who takes this big pup" he
announced.  Seems Contreras's beer muscles were kicking up as well.  I
looked up slightly across the bed to see him cupping a handful of his
cock and balls.  His face was hidden by the shell, so I could stare
with impunity.  Clearly outlined in his hand was an awesome package of
flesh.  My cock surged and burped a heavy bead of precum.

"Aw, shucks, Sergeant!" I shot back in my best Southern accent. "I
didn't know you cared."  We both laughed.

"Sheeeeeeeit!  I had just enough beer and it's been too damn long since
I've been laid" he continued.

I didn't really know what to make of that comment.  I know what I was
hoping for, but was convinced that my lust for him was reading much
more into it than was intended.  That night the two of us hung out at
the apartment and drank a few more beers.  We ordered pizza in and
watched TV. Smythe and Kozinski came home in surly moods after being
unsuccessful out on the prowl.  That's when I decided to leave.  I'd
spent half the night stealing glances at Contreras's body and had
worked myself up something powerful.

The next day Contreras announced that he and his roommates were heading
off to Hollywood for the weekend and invited me to come along.  I
jumped at the chance to be with him for the weekend even if it meant
I'd have to hang out with the other two pussy hounds to do it.  That
Friday after duty, I took off to my quarters to get ready.  The place
was barren, as everybody had split for the weekend already.  I quickly
undressed and headed for the shower where I cleaned myself inside and
out.  Just in case I told myself.

Contreras had told me that he'd pick me up at 18:00.  I was ready for
him but it wasn't until a couple of hours later that he roared up to
the building.  I heard the horn and ran outside immediately.  "Sorry
I'm late, McLellan, I had no way to call you" he said.  I made a mental
note to make sure he had the phone number to my barracks even though
he'd never asked for it.

"Yah, I was wondering what happened to you" I asserted.  "What
happened?"

"Well, I had to run an errand and had a flat on the way.  I had to stop
to make sure we had a spare for the weekend"

"Good thinking, Sergeant" I shot back good-naturedly.  Shit, he could
have come at midnight and I would have still been there waiting for
him!  I threw my bag in the back of the truck, noticing a mattress in
there.

"What's up with the mattress?" I asked as we took off to what I hoped
would be an awesome weekend..

"A friend gave it to me"

"For?"

"You never know when you're gonna need it!" he laughed.

"I was sorta hoping that we'd stay in a motel, Sir" I teased.

"Oh, don't you worry, Country Boy," he said, slapping my knee
playfully, "we'll get you set up in luxury!"

"Make it so, Sarge!" I chuckled.

"Smythe and Kozinski took off hours ago.  We'll meet up with them at
the Motel" he informed as he sped down the road.

Once we got to I-5 things settled down.  We were speeding off toward
Hollywood, a new experience for this Texas country boy.  Contreras
couldn't have been dressed sexier for me.  A semi-tight body shirt
clung to his awesome pecs, leaving his big arms in full view.  To top
that off, the slight scent of a man was wafting from his underarms.  I
had a hardon in no time.  Afraid he might see it I tried to push it
down my leg without him seeing.  It continued to throb and ache and I
guess I paid a little to much attention to it.

"Damn, Son!  Relax there, would yah?" he laughed, pointing to my
crotch.  "We're gonna get that thing fed this weekend, don't you
worry!"  Shit!  He'd seen me.  I turned about 80 shades of red.

"I-----uh------well------"

"Shit!  You're embarrassed aren't you, Country Boy?" he said, pushing
my shoulder.

"Not really" I lied.

"Bullshit!  You're all red!" he laughed. "Hey, it's no big deal.  We
all got `em and we all need to feed `em" he said, happy with himself
for rhyming.

I laughed.  "Yah, I guess when you put it that way it makes sense."
Then I thought about what he'd said.  I slugged his shoulder and said,
"And whaddya mean it's no big deal" as I gripped onto my aching rod.

"Hey, hey, hey!  Don't go waving that weapon around in here!  It might
go off" he joked.

"That's no shit!"

"Been awhile, huh?"

"You've got no idea, Sarge"

"Oh, I've got an idea.  Never seen you do anything about it, so I
assume you're overdue" he said with a sly grin.

I broke out in a broad smile.  "That's an understatement"

He nodded knowingly.  "And knock the `Sergeant' shit off, would yah?"

"No can do" I reported.

"That's an order, Lance Corporal"

"Sir, no Sir!" I shot back, smiling.  If he only knew how much I
appreciated the fact that he was my Sergeant.

"Yah, well now I've got you for subordination"

"Yes, Sir!"

He ran his knuckles over my head roughly.  I grabbed his arm but was
overpowered by it.  Damn, he was strong.  "So anyway, Stud.  What's up
with not getting laid.  Good lookin' Gyrene like you oughta be beating
`em off" he said, probingly.  Shit, more like beating myself off, I
thought.

"Yah, whatever" is all that I replied, blushing once again with a
sheepish grin on my face.  He just stared at me for a minute.

"Damn, if you aren't the fucking killer with that `aw shucks' attitude
and smile" he said, watching for my reaction.

"Whatever" I said, hanging my head a little.  He intimidated me and it
embarrassed me.

"Whaddya mean `whatever'?" he demanded.  "What's that shit?"

"I don't know what to say" I replied truthfully, my head still bowed.

He reached over and pulled my chin up and looked at me.  "I didn't
realize you were as shy as you are, little man.  This is a side of you
I haven't seen before"

"Yah, well, I am," I admitted.  Little did he know why.

"Well, I'm sure we'll get you out of that mode once we get to
Hollywood!" he informed me.  For the next hour we traveled north into
Orange County toward Hollywood.  I was both excited and anxious at the
same time.

Suddenly there was a loud thump under the hood but the engine kept
running.  "What the hell was that?" Contreras asked.  I quickly scanned
the dash and noticed the alternator light on.

"I think we just threw a belt," I replied, feeling stupid for not
replacing it earlier when I'd done the plugs and filters.  I felt even
more stupid for not throwing my toolbox in the truck.

"Fuck!" he spat.  "Where the hell are we gonna get another one?"

"Pull off the freeway to the next station and I'll take care of it"

We found a station open but manned only by a teenaged kid pumping gas.
>From him I found out that there was an auto parts store open down the
street.  He agreed to let us use the tools in the repair bay to put a
new belt on.  We ran down and picked a belt up and were back at the
station in a few minutes.  I popped the hood and went to work.  It was
a lot harder than I had anticipated.  The alternator needed to be moved
a bit to get the belt around the pulley.  Only it was really rusted
into place.  I'm no slouch in the strength department, but bent over
the fender like I was, I couldn't get the leverage to pry it loose
alone.  I asked Contreras to help.  Putting a torque extension on the
wrench, I told him to get behind me and help me push.  Doing as I
asked, he wrapped his body around and super close to mine.  Spreading
my legs for traction I ended up with my ass pressed firmly against the
front of him.  How convenient, huh?  The two of us tried several times
to break the rust loose, but it was damned difficult.

The harder we tried the more it exerted us.  I could feel the hard
muscles in his body as he pushed against mine.  I could also feel the
bulk of his manhood in his pants against my backside.  On top of that,
the manscent emanating from his body was like an aphrodisiac to me.  I
couldn't help myself.  In our struggle I purposely pushed my hard butt
against him.  For several minutes we struggled with the bolt, me
getting hot and bothered but him seemingly unconcerned with the close
body contact.  After a while though I could swear it felt like there
was more meat pressed up against me.  I just didn't know if it was
wishful thinking.  Finally, the bolt popped loose and I was able to
finish the job in no time.  I was totally on autopilot as I usually am
under the hood of a car.  It's a good thing too, because all I could
think about was the hot body contact we'd had.

In no time we were back on the freeway heading toward Hollywood.  For
the first several minutes we rode in silence.  My dick had belched a
healthy bead of precum in my pants so the head of my dick was swimming
in it.  It was a good thing I was wearing briefs.

"It's awful late," Contreras stated.  "I'm not sure we'll find Kozinski
and Smythe"

As you can imagine, I was heartbroken at that news.  Not!  I began
hoping that those guys would be gone when we got to the motel.  "Well,
as long as you know where to go, Sergeant, then I think we'll be ok"

"I'm not sure you're ready for Hollywood, Country Boy" he teased.

"Yah?  Why's that?"

"It's a little racy for a shy boy like you!"

"Oh, I'm not so shy when I get a couple of beers in me" I announced.

"Yah, I've seen a little of that shit, haven't I?" he prodded.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Sergeant"

"I'll bet you're a wild man when you let your hair down, aren't yah?"

"I haven't had any complaints" I stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh, yah?  Well we'll just have to see about that" he challenged.

When we arrived at the Motel, there was a `No Vacancy' sign out front.
"I'm gonna go see if they're still here." He hopped out of the truck
and went into the office.  I watched him pick up the phone to call the
guys' room.  After awhile he hung up.  He was a little agitated when he
returned to the truck.

"They're gone and they didn't leave a message.  Just our fucking luck,
huh?" he said with disgust.  I wasn't the least bit upset.

"No big deal, Sarge.  This isn't exactly the Ritz anyway.  I'm sure
there's another Motel nearby" I answered calmly.  Shit yah.  And as far
away from those two Grunts as possible, I thought!  I began to get
concerned though because as we drove down Hollywood Boulevard all of
the Motels had `No Vacancy' signs out.  It was weird.  Like the town
was full.  Still and all, I was certain we'd find a place.  Sure
enough, just down the street was another cheap-ass Motel whose sign
said they had a vacancy.  "Let's check this place out," I said.

"Ok, you run across the street and get us some beer and I'll check us
in" he ordered.  I didn't say anything at the time, but I wasn't old
enough to buy beer!  I was a little concerned if the ID I had just been
given by some Jarhead would work.  We'd been told several times that we
looked alike, so he offered to give me his California Driver's License
when he shipped out.

"Yes, Sir!" I answered enthusiastically.  I crossed the street and
picked up a couple of six packs without a problem.  Heading back I
noticed Contreras was unloading the truck.  The `No Vacancy' sign had
gone on at the Motel.

"Shit, Man.  We got the last room here!" he said.  We really had found
a place in the nick of time.

On the way to the room we found the ice machine where we stopped.
After loading it up with beer and ice Contreras hoisted it up, his
biceps flexing like mad.  I grabbed his bag.  Heading up the stairs and
down the outside corridor, we found the room.  The heat from inside of
the room was oppressive when I opened the door.  I dropped the bags and
quickly found the air conditioner.  It roared to life and pretty soon
it was spewing cold air.  Standing in front of it, I turned around to
take stock of the room.  Scanning the room I noticed 60s-type cheap
furniture.  The chair next to the bed and the one across the room were
those molded plastic jobs with pointy legs.  The bed!  I hadn't even
noticed until then that there was only one bed.  It was King size, but
still the only bed in the room.  I didn't even know what to think about
that.  The clock on the nightstand read 11:27.

"There's only one bed" I announced.

"Oh, yah.  I forgot to tell you," he said trying to act casually.
Still, there was an edge to his voice.

"That's ok, Sarge.  My ass is kicked.  I don't care where I sleep"

"You don't snore or anything, do you?" he inquired.

"Like I said before, Sarge, I haven't had any complaints!"

"Hmmmmmm.  I'll just bet you haven't," he said with a sly grin.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"For tonight?" he clarified.  I nodded.  "Well whaddya say we relax for
a bit, have a couple of beers and then decide"

"Sounds good to me" I said on my way to the head.

Standing there pissing, I heard him say, "Hot damn, Country Boy,
there's porn here!"

"What?" I asked, not believing what I heard.

"Porn.  On the TV!" he shot back.

When I walked back into the room, he was propped up on the bed without
his shirt on.  His fucking chest was an explosion of manhair.  Some
skanky girl was sucking on some ugly guy's cock on the TV.  "Now this
is more like it!" he said with a grin.  "Welcome to Hollywood, Country
Boy!"

I crossed the room, shucked my shirt and sat in the plastic chair.  I
just didn't feel comfortable hopping on the bed with the half-undressed
hunk while we watched porn.  Both of us watched in silence as the scene
changed from sucking to cunt eating to fucking.  The first beer lead to
another and then another.  I began to feel the suds.  All in all, it
was pretty fun.  Contreras was absolutely entranced with the action.
After about 15 minutes he slipped his shorts off and lay there with his
boxers on.  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his hard
dick in his shorts.  He was reaching through the fly and rubbing it.
The scene was getting very interesting.  I drained my beer and got up
for more.

"I'll have another," he said huskily.  I grabbed two and handed him
one.  I was a little nervous because I too had a hardon.  I felt the
need to relieve myself once again.  I slipped into the head and did my
business through a hard dick while the sounds of the fucking on the TV
filtered through the room.  When I returned, Contreras was buck ass
naked on the bed.

"I hope this doesn't freak you out, but this is just too hot," he said,
looking around me to the TV.  He was obviously feeling the effects of
the beer.

"No problem, Sarge.  I'm gonna have to let my pup loose soon enough
myself " I answered nervously as I crossed the room.  As I did so, I
caught a good glimpse of the Latin hunk lying on the bed.  It came as
no surprise to me that the thick black hair on his legs, belly and
chest ran uninterrupted across his groin.  He was sitting with pillows
propping him up against the headboard.  His feet were flat on the bed
but his knees were up, exposing his crotch.  As I cleared the end of
the bed I got an awesome shot of his hairy fucking crotch and balls.
It was solid fur.  So dark, I really couldn't distinguish balls and
butt when I glanced quickly.  His hand was full of hard meat.  Jesus!
The guy was hung.  Easily a 9 incher.  And fat too.  Typical Puerto
Rican Stud.  My heart started beating faster.  My fantasy man was
fucking naked and hard in front of me!

Reaching the chair I unsnapped my shorts and in one quick movement
pushed they and my briefs to the floor.  Stepping out of them, I turned
back around, my hard cock throbbing at the screen.  Contreras turned
and looked me up and down momentarily with sleepy, sex filled eyes.  A
groan in the action on the TV captured his attention again.  The man
was lost in a sex dream world. Even though the air conditioner had been
going full blast for an hour, the air in the room was still heavy and
hot.  My sweaty and hairless flesh stuck to the plastic chair and I sat
down.  That made an odd noise, capturing the attention of my Latin Stud
who looked over again.

"Hey, you don't have to sit over there" he said.  Patting the bed next
to him he continued, "Come on over here.  I don't bite."  Oh, fuck! I
thought.  How am I gonna keep under control laying naked next to him?
I laughed inside when I realized that I already had a hardon, so it
wasn't like I'd be giving myself away or anything.  I slid onto the bed
and arranged the pillows against the headboard.  Contreras never looked
up from the TV.  The two of us lay there jacking our cocks like two
teenagers at a circle jerk.  After a while I let my eyes wander over
his gorgeous fucking body.  The fur never stopped from his ankles to
his neck.  Hair even grew up the side of his groin area right to the
waist.  There was no question he had a hairy ass.  The sound his
foreskin made as it covered and uncovered his swollen knob was awesome.
Precum had covered the head and was shining in the light from the TV.
I was mesmerized and the size and strength of his manhood.  My butt
flared and my cock belched precum.

"Like what you see, Country Boy?" he asked, breaking the silence.  It
surprised me.  Immediately, I looked into his eyes.  Catching my
composure, I answered.

"Never seen one of them anteater dicks up close, Sergeant," I said,
lying.

"Yah, I see you've got yourself a helmet head there Lance Corporal" he
stated, referring to my closely cut dick.

"Not by choice" I said truthfully.  "I didn't have any say in that"

"Yah, most guys don't"

Talking about cocks got me even more excited.  Talking specifically
about his made my dick surge.  "What's it like having a natural dick,
Sarge?"

"I don't know.  It's all I've ever known, Country Boy" he answered,
stroking his hardness.

"I mean what's it like to have skin covering the head?"

"Go take a look, Son" he prodded, aiming his cock at me.  I was a
little skeptical when he said that.  Like maybe he'd wait until I
reached for it and then beat the shit out of me or something.  The fact
that he was laying there naked and hard with me kind of precluded that
however.  Something was going on but I just wasn't sure what.  None-
the-less, that fact made my next move easier.

"Really?" I asked innocently.  Little did he know that I'd handled more
than my share of cocks, cut and uncut, by that time in my young and
sorted life.

"Yah.  Go on.  Check it out" he encouraged.  I scooted down on the bed
where I could get a closer look.  I was looking it up and down when he
moved it toward me.  I smelled the familiar scent of uncut cock.  "Go
ahead and jack it, Man.  See what it feels like to have extra skin."  I
did exactly what I was told.  The soft skin slid easily over the hard
meat and bulging veins underneath.

"Oh, wow, Sarge!  That's so cool the way the skin folds over the head"

"Yah, it feels real good.  Keep it up, man"

"Aw, shit!  I can't imagine what it feels like to have skin over my
knob"

"Hey, I've got an idea" he said getting up on his knees.  "C'mon over
here" he commanded, pulling me closer.  He positioned us facing one
another on our knees.  I still had a good grip on his bone.  Nothing
was said between us until I felt his hand wrap around my steel
hardness.  Now I was really sure things were progressing where I wanted
them to.

"Oh, fuck, Sarge!" I hissed as my hips pushed my cock into his hand.

"Easy now, Country Boy!  Don't get all excited and make a mess now!" he
chided.

"Oh, I'm a long way from making a mess.  But this just feels to fucking
good" I informed as we continued to jack each other.

"Wanna try something?" he asked with an evil grin on his face.

"What?"

"Wanna feel what it's like to have a foreskin?"

"Sure!" I eagerly agreed.

"Here" he said, moving us a little further apart.  As he did so, he
pulled my hardness down perpendicular to my body.  He did this with
great difficulty, as I was so hard that my 7 inches was standing
straight up along my belly.  I actually had to bend a little at the
waist, which of course brought my head closer to his shoulder.  At the
same time he moved my cock, he took his own cock in his hand and aimed
his head at mine.  Looking down between us, I watched in amazement as
he pushed our cock heads end to end.  His bulbous knob seemed to dwarf
my own pointed one.  He had me easily by a couple of inches and his
girth was half again as big around as my own.  I shuddered when his
slippery knob rubbed against mine.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good!" I rasped.

"You haven't felt anything yet" he hissed back.  I watched as he slid
his foreskin along the length of himself.  In amazement I saw it slide
up over the knob, engulf it and continue on until I felt the heated and
slippery skin slide over my own knob.  The feeling was like none I'd
ever felt in my life!  It was hot and wet and slick all at the same
time.  I nearly came on the spot as the skin slid over the super
sensitive trigger ridge under my dick head.  My legs grew week.  I
leaned on the bigger and stronger man for support.

"Yah, that's it.  Lean on me," he cooed, wrapping his arm around me.

"Oh, Sarge!  What the fuck are you doing to me?" I asked as I leaned my
head on his shoulder.

"Nothing you shouldn't have had done to you years ago, Stud!" he
whispered.  His free hand closed around the back of my head and pulled
me close.  He whispered in my ear, "You ok with all of this?"

"Like you wouldn't believe" I whispered back.  He pulled me even
closer.

"I'm gonna make you cum like you've never cum before, Country Boy" he
promised in a hush.

"It feels so fucking good!" I spat.  "I don't know how long I can last"

"Let it go, Stud" he hoarsed, "Let it go"

"That skin over my knob is just too fucking much" I said as my hips
bucked from the sensation.

"Yah, it's pretty cool, huh?"

"Oh, fuck, Sergeant!  How do you stand it?" I asked, pulling against
his hard body.

"I love the intense sensation and every time it feels just as awesome
as what you're feeling" he told me.  He began to pick up the pace as he
slid his foreskin over our two cocks.  At the same time his hand was
roaming all over my back and butt.   I shuttered when I felt his
callused hands on my hairless ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I purred.

"Like that shit, huh?" he asked as his fingers swirled over the hard
surface of my butt.

"Ummmmmmmm"

Those magic and exploring fingers of his rubbed up and down the crack
of my ass.  In no time the tips of them were dancing lightly over my
pucker.  My hips were bucking and I was fucking the man's hand like a
wild man.  I pushed my butt against his probing fingers.  He ran the
length of them along my sweaty crack and over my horny hole.

"Oh, baby, you're just too fucking hot!" he hissed as he jacked us
faster and faster.  The sensations of his hands on my cock and butt
combined with the heavy scent of a sweaty man in heat were getting the
best of me.  The super wet slickness of his foreskin made the millions
of nerve endings on the head of my cock scream.  I was rapidly
approaching a climax and, as much as I wanted it to last, I knew there
was no way I could hold on for much longer.  That's when his lips
brushed up against my neck.  While his hand played magic on my raging
rod the fingers of his free hand danced lightly across my pucker.  The
day's growth on his face scratched my smooth one while his lips softly
worked my neck.  I raced toward an orgasm.

"Let go, baby!  Give in to it.  Let me get you off" he soothed as my
hips bucked involuntarily.  Holding myself close to his hard body, I
let the sensations take control of me.

"Ahhhhhhh!  I'm never gonna last" I panted.

"That's ok, baby.  Give it to me.  Give me that hole" he breathed in my
ear as he pushed against the tight ring of muscle.  That did it.  All
of a sudden I felt the familiar tingling in my prostate as it hardened
in preparation for firing.  My legs started to shake and weaken.  I
gripped harder on that hard, muscled and hairy body as he worked me
toward blast off.

"OH! FUCK!" I spat, out of breath.  "I'M GONNA SHOOT!"

"Oh, yah!  Fuck that fist!  Get your gun, Dude!  Shoot that skin sock
full of your jizz!" he encouraged.  My breaths started coming faster
and faster as I felt my balls snap up tight against my body.  He
continued to diddle my hole.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as I felt my prostate snap.

"That's it, Stud!  Give your jizz to your Marine Daddy!"  That finished
me off when he said it.  In a flash I was lost in a fog as I started
pumping several days load of Jarhead jizz.  Like a fucking pro,
Contreras backed off on the heavy jacking action when I started
cumming.  My cockhead was screaming from the sensation of the skin
wrapped around it and any more action would have been overload.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!  FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!" I screamed as jet after jet of
scalding scum shot into the man's skin that covered our cocks.
Gripping onto him for dear life, I let myself go to the awesome
feelings only a man in orgasm can know.   A new and unfamiliar feeling
of hot cum surrounding my cockhead added to the pleasure.  After I'd
fired about 6 or 7 squirts he suddenly started working our cocks again.
It felt great but it was almost too much.

"OH!  FUCK, BABY!  YOU'RE SHOOTIN' YOUR LOAD!" he groaned loudly.
"YOU'RE MAKIN' ME CUM, STUD!"

Suddenly the thought of him shooting his load into that skin wrapped
around my cockhead was more than I could have dreamed for.  "OH, MOTHER
FUCKER!  CREAM WITH ME, SARGE!" I begged.

An instant later I felt a warm blast of spooge jetting against my
cockhead.  Suddenly his skin sock exploded like a cum laden balloon.
Torrents of cock snot blasted from our unison all over my cock, balls
and pubes.  While I was just starting to come down he was in the throes
of a powerful man-orgasm.  Gripping me tightly, he fingered my butthole
while he shot his seed all over me.  The man had a vise-grip on me and
there was no indication that he was going to let up.  Damn, but he was
strong!  I just held on hard while he bucked and jerked as he came down
off of his cum high.  I wondered how he'd react when it was all over.

I couldn't help but think that what had happened was a one-time thing
caused by the beer, the porn and his anticipation of getting laid that
weekend.  It took a couple of minutes for him to come down off that
awesome post-orgasm high, but when he did I needn't have worried.
There was no guilt, no change of attitude or anything.  In fact it was
quite the opposite.  Staring me in the eyes, Contreras continued to
jack our softening cocks together while he ran his hands over my body.

"You're so hairless," he half whispered "I like that"

"You do, huh?" was all I could say.  I think I was still a little
shocked over what had happened between us.  I mean I absolutely wanted
it to, but I just didn't think that he was gay.

"Oh, yah!  I love the feel of smooth skin stretched over hard muscles"
he answered as he squeezed my pecs.  "You've got a hot fucking body,
McLellan"

"I've sorta had an eye out for yours, Sarge" I confessed.

"Really?" he asked, crinkling his nose up.

"Sir, yes Sir!" I chirped as I rubbed my hands over his hairy chest.
"I just love the feel of this fur, Sir"

"Can't understand why.  Guess we just all want something we can't have,
huh?" he asked as he pulled away from me and stepped off the bed.  He
turned and walked toward the bathroom.  The conversation continued
while he pissed.

"That must be it"

"You surprised me, you know" he called from the head.

"Oh?  How?"

"I would have never figured that you'd be into man-to-man action" he
stated while he pissed.  Boy did he peg me wrong!

"You wouldn't?" I asked with surprise.  From the way I'd striven to be
around him, I just assumed he had figured it out.

"No way.  You carry yourself very well"

"That goes both ways, you know"

"You never figured it out?" he queried.

"No way" I replied truthfully.  "Not in a hundred years"

"Well, I guess I did too good of a job covering it up.  It's kinda new
to me anyway"

"Yah?"

"Yah.  Haven't been with too many guys.  You?"

"Let's just say I've had my share of partners" I answered honestly.
"I've fucked around with men since I've been 16"

"With your looks and body I can understand that.  You've probably been
hit on since you've been a kid, huh?"

"Bingo!"

"The brass been after you?" he quizzed, referring to officers.

"Oh, yah.  Plenty of that" I said with a hint of `whatever' in my
voice.  Titles and positions had never really influenced whether I had
the hots for a man.  He got the picture.  Still, he continued.

"Probably not too interested in a lowly Sergeant then, huh?"

"Oh, I don't know, Sarge.  I'm thinking you can have this Country Boy
just about any time you want" I shot back brazenly.  He turned and
smiled.

"I just might take you up on that, you know"

"I'm counting on it" I continued, lying down on the bed.

"Kozinkski and Smythe know nothing about this, you know" he stated
needlessly.

"They'd never hear about it from me"

"Good.  Not sure how Kozinski would react but Smythe is way homophobe"

"Aw, he's just a cunt hound is all.  I know a thousand guys like him
back home"

"Yah?"

"Yah.  He'll never change"

Bringing back a towel, he said nothing but just stared into my eyes.
He leaned over and wiped off the front of me before doing the same for
him.  Crossing the room to the cooler he called out, "Another beer?"

"Yah, thanks" I answered while enjoying the view of his backside.  The
thick black fur started at his ankles and didn't stop until it cleared
his waist.  It was the hard and hairy butt of a god.

As he swaggered across the room toward the bed, his softened cock
bounced back and forth across his thighs.  The knob of his manhood was
clearly visible under his long foreskin.  Handing me a beer, he lay
back on the bed and fluffed up the pillows behind him.  "C'mere" he
said softly as he lifted his arm.  I moved in next to him, laying my
head on his chest.  When I'd snuggled up to him his free hand caressed
my back and shoulders.  The air conditioner was still loudly pumping
cool air into the room and the TV was blaring away.  The action had
changed to two guys and a girl.

"Lookit that, would yah?  Two guys naked in a bed together.  Imagine
that" he smirked as he hugged me close.

"Yah, who woulda thought it possible"

"Oh, it's possible all right.  Damned possible" he continued as he
fondled me.

"I like the way you're making me feel, Sarge.  You've got a man's
touch"

"You ain't felt nothing yet.  And, really!  Please stop the Sarge shit,
wouldja?  It seems so weird after we just unloaded all over each
other!"

"No problem.  Can I still call you Sir?" I pleaded.

"Fuck an A, Country Boy.  You can call me Sir anytime," he answered
with a grin.

"Yah?"

"Anytime"

We lay there and relaxed while sipping our beers and gawkin at the
action on the screen.  Not ten minutes later I felt a stir in my balls
and noticed that Contreras had a half hardon himself.  The guys in the
flick were blowing each other while the woman looked on.

"That's hot" Contreras proclaimed.

"You like that, huh?"

"I like anything with you, Stud"

"For real?"

"For real.  I've waited a long time to get into your pants"

"Did you plan things this way?"

"Shit, if only!" he chuckled.  "The only thing I was sure of was that
we'd share a room.  Beyond that I had no idea.  I was just hoping I'd
get a glimpse at you naked or something"

"And now that you have?"

"Like I said before.  You ain't seen nothin' yet!"

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his man tool.  No sooner than
I started playing with it than it got hard.  As I played with him, I
sucked his nipples.  That got an immediate and favorable reaction.  I
was pleased that I'd found one of his erogenous zones.  By the time he
was fully hard, my own boner was rubbing against his leg.  Moving down
his torso, I brought my face closer to his hot meat.  The scent of
uncut cock and sweaty man-crotch surrounded my senses.  I was
enthralled by the sight of his foreskin alternately covering then
exposing the head of his cock.

"God, that looks hot" I rasped.

"Get in there and take a closer look" he husked.  I moved in to where
my face was just inches from that Rican rod.  I spent the next few
minutes sliding the skin over the head only to pull it down and expose
the angry knob over and over again.  He was bucking his hips, an
indication that he liked the action.  Pressure increased on the back of
my head as he pushed me towards his bone.

"Yah, baby.  Get down there and make some magic on my meat!"

"You'd like that?" I teased.

"I fuckin' need it, Stud!" he intoned.

"Hot fuckin' rod, Sir!" I said truthfully.

"It's all yours.  Get down there" he said as he pushed my head.  "Go
ahead, it's not gonna bite yah!" he hoarsed as he wrapped his own hand
around mine.

"Won't bite, huh?" I asked.

"No, and don't you either" he chuckled as he aimed his cock and my
mouth.  Damn!  That scent was driving me crazy.

"Not on your life, Sergeant!" I stated.

"My life is in your hands"

Just before licking his hard shaft, I said "Or in my mouth"

"Oh, fuck, baby!" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Looking up at him I could see that he was watching me intently.  Our
eyes locked.  Without speaking he moved his hand to my head and rubbed
my high and tight.  With a mouth full of cock, I smiled sheepishly.
Like the obedient subordinate that I was, I licked and sucked his boner
for the first time all the while staring him in the eyes.   Flicking my
tongue over the covered head, I mined for the slick goo built up at the
tip of the skin.

"Oh, fuck!" he whispered.  His eyes closed.  With that encouragement, I
shucked his knob naked and slurped my tongue all around it.  It tasted
even better than it smelled so I lapped away the remains of his last
load that had accumulated there.

"Ahhhhhhh!" the man rasped.  "That feels so fucking good!"

"Like that, Sir?" I whispered.

"Damn, straight McLellan.  Go down on me, buddy" he encouraged with a
push to my head.  For the next several minutes I sucked the cock I'd
dreamed about so many times.  And I did it with gusto.  I'm no slouch
in the cocksucking department, but that night I was a deep throat and
swirling tongue pro.  I did everything I could to make him think I
didn't have a tooth in my head.

The man's cock was big and I tried several positions to take it easier.
While I was moving around, the larger and stronger man moved us into a
69 position.  All at once I felt the hot and wet mouth of that Latin
hunk encasing my bulging boner.  I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
While I worked magic on his meat, he showed me that he was no stranger
to a man's hardon.

For the next however-many minutes the two of us, and our cocks, were
the only ones on the earth.  Doing my best, I deep throated him then
swirled my tongue over his cock head and sucked out the sweet dick
honey that was flowing freely out of him.  Rolling over on his back,
Contreras pulled me on top of him and buried the head of my cock in his
throat.  I plunged my mouth down as far as I could, stopping when the
sheer size of him gagged me.  It didn't take very long however to relax
my throat muscles enough to swallow him whole.  That feat had
everything to do with the fact that I genuinely wanted to do it.  In
fact, I wanted the man to face fuck me really hard.

I'd like to say that I was so busy concentrating on giving him expert
head that I barely noticed his hot mouth wrapped around my fuck stick.
But that's not even remotely true.  He kept pulling at my ass checks,
burying my rod in him.  Before too long I was humping away at his
throat all the while taking him in mine up to the short hairs.  I must
have been doing a bang up job, because his balls pulled up so tight
against his shaft that they almost disappeared inside of him.  His
breathing had changed to deep and fast breaths and he was clawing at me
while he sucked like no tomorrow.  Deep moans and groans around my cock
emanated from deep inside of him.  I knew he was going to spew any
second.

Sure enough, I wasn't disappointed.  While I was plunging my throat
down onto his rock hard Rican rod, he fired away.  The first shot went
straight down my throat, making me swallow against his hardness.  I
pulled up just in time to feel the second salvo fire right across my
tongue.  Savoring the taste of my Sergeant's nut butter, I swallowed
every drop of every subsequent shot that he fired.  Just the thought
that I was eating my fantasy man's cum set me off.  The moans and
groans of his orgasm reverberated all around my lance, bringing me to
within seconds of getting my nut.

>From my position on top of him, I skull fucked him deep and hard.  I
remember feeling his spit-coated lips sucking against my balls that
were snapped tight against my bone as I gave him the full force of my
ejaculation.  I shot so hard that it almost hurt.  All the while I
jetted my jizz into his mouth and throat the man was going crazy.
Gripping at my ass, he was pulling my sword deep into his throat.  The
millions of nerve endings in my enflamed and engorged knob were on
fire, as I gave in to that awesome rush a man feels when he's planting
his seed.  In an effort to prolong the ecstasy, I fucked in and out at
the same time I savored the unmistakable flavor of his mancream dancing
across my tongue. The man took my brutal moves like the Stud that he
is.  When I finally came down of my nut high I rolled off of him
totally exhausted.  We laid head to feet for a minute until my Sergeant
pulled me on up next to him.

"Good fuckin' cum, Stud!" he pronounced while wrapping himself around
me.

"Fuck an A, Sir!" I panted, "I'm fuckin' kicked"

"No doubt, little man.  You fuck a mean face!"

"Sorry `bout that" I apologized.

"Sorry `bout what?" he chuckled.  "You're an A class cocksucker and you
know just how to get your nut at the same time"

"Hope that's ok, Sir"

"More than ok, Country Boy.  Whewie, but you sure are some fun!" he
laughed, kissing my neck.

"Oh, wow!  Keep that up Sir and you can have anything you want"

"I'm counting on that, baby!" he whispered as he pressed his hard body
against my backside.

"Oh, Sir!  You've got a million years to knock that shit off."  I
moaned.  The man was working my neck and pressing his semi-woody up
against my ass.  The only thing better would have been if he'd worked
his bone inside of me.

"I intend to take liberties with you, you know" he confessed as he
humped against me.  There was no question as to what he meant.

"Permission granted, Sir" I cooed.  We were definitely on the same
page. Looking over at the clock I saw that we'd been at it for over two
and a half hours.  I remember thinking that here I was with this Puerto
Rican Stud that I'd lusted after for so damned long.  Spent and sated.
Lying naked in each other's arms in a world of our own.  For the first
time in months I felt contented.

I guess I drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remember was
waking with a man wrapped securely around my backside.  Woken from a
very deep sleep, I was dazed.  Confused as to where I was, I looked
around the room.  We were lying on the bedspread.  The TV was on and
the air conditioner was still blasting away noisily.  The room had
finally cooled down. I scooted out from the man's grip and moved across
the room to turn the TV off.  When I turned around I saw that the man
was Sergeant Contreras.  That's when it all came back to me.  His
seduction of me, the fact that we'd jacked off together and especially
our hot 69 session.  I smiled uncontrollably.  He was pulling the
covers down and crawling between the sheets where I joined him.

"'Night, Stud" he whispered sleepily as he wrapped himself around my
backside.

"'Night, Sir" I replied as I pushed myself against the luxuriant feel
of a furred man.  No other words need to be spoken.  The only sounds
were those of two satisfied men settling down for the night and the
whir of the air conditioning unit trying to cool down the air we'd
heated up so much.