Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 01:03:48 PDT
From: Billy Bob <billybob661@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Few Good Men 7: Sergeant Armando Contreras: Initiation II

A Few Good Men 7:
Sergeant Armando Contreras: Initiation II


Note:  The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 6, 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.






I can only hope that I adequately described what transpired between
Armando and me over the next several hours.  It was far more than just
hot sex.  It was about two men so relaxed and free to give to one
another.   It was about cementing desired roles.  It was about tough
and tender, strong and sensual.  I was only 20 at the time.  Granted,
I'd had far more experience at man-to-man love than your average 20-
year old.  I'll give you that.  Hell, I'd been having gay sex since I
was 14 or so.  But that's not the point.  That night with Armando in
that fleabag Motel room, I felt things I'd never felt before.  With him
that night everything I felt was deeper and more intense.  Even more so
than when I was with Primer.  I honestly didn't know that man-to-man
sex could get as all consuming as what we experienced

>From the moment we closed the door to our room behind us it was all
about heavy duty man to man action.  Pulling the blackout draperies
closed, I was startled by him grabbing me from behind.  With a great
deal of strength he molded his body to my backside and held me tightly.
He wasn't rough, yet let me know I was being handled by a man.  His
mouth was all over my neck making me buck my hard buns back into his
hardening hombre.  He knew that my neck was a major erogenous zone of
mine and what working it would do to me.  My Sergeant was a quick
study.  I like that in a man.  He had me just where he wanted me.  And
so did I.

"You make me so hot for you!" he whispered as he chewed on my ear.

"Oh, Armando!" I cooed.  "I need you so bad tonight"

"Oh, Baby, don't you worry.  I'm gonna make love to you all night!" he
rasped, tearing at my clothes.

"Oh, fuck!  I wanna put out for you!" I wailed as he ripped my shirt up
over my head.  In a flash, he had shucked his as well.  Seconds later
we were back in an embrace, his hot, hard and hairy flesh rubbing
against my smooth back.

"UH!  Fuck-an-A, Sean!  You make me glad that I'm a man" he proclaimed
as he humped me from behind.

"And you are a man, Sir!"

"So are you, Country Boy, so are you!" he panted with broken breath.
He was really getting hot and we still had nearly all of our clothes
on.  "Lie down here" he instructed, pushing me toward the bed.  Just
before I reached it he spun me around and I went down on my back.  Over
the next few minutes he proceeded to strip me.  Beginning with my feet,
he removed my shoes and socks.  Reaching up to my waist, he popped the
buttons on my 501s.  Returning to my feet, he tugged at the pant legs
of my jeans.  I raised my ass slightly as the denim slid over my hips.
All that was left was my white briefs, which were so soaked with precum
that much of my hard cock was visible.

"So fucking beautiful!" he hoarsed, raping me with his eyes. He quickly
skinned his jeans off and stood there with his bad boy sticking up
straight in his boxers.  He too was soaked with precum.  The head of
his hardness was clearly visible.  I lay there looking up at my
Sergeant.  He was such a muscled marvel.  Damn, but he got me hot!
Wanting him so badly, I raised my arms in an invitation to take me for
his own.

In one fluid motion Armando crawled on the bed and lay on me.  Our
mouths met.  Our tongues dueled softly yet deliberately.  Grinding our
cotton-clad cocks together we took pleasure from one another.  I clawed
at his hard body as he wrapped his arms around me.  Mouth to mouth,
chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock we embraced as he muscled
in between my legs.  The heavy, coarse hairs of his legs rubbed against
the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs as he spread my legs with the
strength of his own.  It was clear what he was after and I was willing
to surrender it to him.  I knew that before the night was over he would
be dominating me with his dick and I would be submitting to his
masculine moves.  It was something that just the thought of put me in
the mood to take him inside of me.  Grinding his heavy and hard tool
against mine, he fought for friction.  I knew his sensitive knob was
sliding around inside of its protective sheath, so full of dick dew.
Spreading my legs even further I pulled them up so that I might wrap
them around him.  It was my first act of submission and it inflamed his
libido.

Suddenly, he jumped off of me with a start.  Reaching down to my waist,
he quickly pulled my briefs down.  When he had them around my knees he
paused to watch my throbbing tube.  I was so hard that my cock was
standing parallel to my body, pulsating to the rapid beat of my heart.
When he continued to tug I lifted my legs and my briefs slid over my
ankles and off.  Grabbing my feet with his one hand, he held my legs up
while leering at me with a lascivious smile.  I shivered at the sight
and my asshole flared.  Slowly, he raised my white briefs, balled in
his other hand, to his face.  Without breaking eye contact he breathed
deeply through them, inhaling my scent.  My cock lurched and seconds
later a huge surge of clear goo parted the super sensitive lips of my
pisshole and flowed onto my flat belly.

"Oh, fuck, Sir!" was all I could say.

"God!" he wailed.  "I can smell your balls and butt" he said, inhaling
yet another time.

"Yah?" I choked.

"Oh, fuck yah!  And they're so wet with your precum"

"You make me so wet, Sergeant!"

"Oh, Sean!  How am I ever going to make love to you as much as I want
to?" he asked, setting my briefs aside.  His talk was making me so
fucking horny for him.  I reached down and pulled my asscheeks apart,
exposing my manbud to him.

"One hot, wet, deep and glorious fuck at a time, Sir!" I proclaimed.

With that he pulled his own shorts off.  His manmuscle stood up
straight and proud at a 60-degree angle from his body.  It was amazing
to see such a large prick pulsate like that.  The cap of his cock was
barely covered by his ample foreskin.  A puddle of his slick was
beginning to flow down the underside of his appendage.  His free hand
reached down and he gently slid his fingers over my gaping pucker.

"You gonna let me inside there, Sean?" he whispered.

"All night long if that's what it takes, Sir!"

Gripping both of my ankles now with his callused hands, he slowly
pulled my feet apart and brought them to his mouth.  While staring me
in the eyes, he suckled on the toes of one foot before moving on to the
next.  His tongue made magic over and between my toes, driving me
crazy.  As I thrashed my head from side to side on the bed, he slid his
tongue to my instep on the incredibly sensitive sole of my foot.  It
was almost more than I could stand.  Back and forth, over and over, he
slurped and sucked his way across my foot, up my ankle and onto my
calves.  Pushing my legs back further toward my chest, the strong man
exposed my butt and balls to his sight and the backs of my knees to his
tongue.  I nearly jumped out of my skin.  It felt so good, almost too
good.  Being very, very ticklish it was all I could do to not surrender
to the sensations by laughing.

But he didn't stop at the backs of my knees.  Oh, no.  Not even.
Alternating from one leg to the other he lifted them higher and spread
them further and further apart.  When they were far in the air, he
crawled back onto the bed.  While he wormed his way with his tongue
over my inner things, I could feel his leaking lance leaving slick
trails of precum on me.  When he'd reached my groin he pounced on top
of me, grinding our naked knobs against one another.  Damn, but that's
a great feeling.  Only two men hot with lust can understand the intense
feeling of it.  In no time Armando was showing no-mercy on my neck.  As
he did so, my legs automatically wrapped themselves around his.  The
more he worked my neck the harder I clawed at his furred buns, pulling
him onto me.

The neck work took on a whole new dimension as my moans and groans got
louder and louder.  All the while the man was pumping his prick against
mine, he kept his sucking mouth and turgid tongue busy.  Up to my ears,
down my neck to cross to the other side, around to the nape then down
to my nipples, standing hard like pencil erasers.  As he sucked on my
tits, thousand of volts of electrical energy shot from them to my
groin, exploding with nuclear fission in my prostate.  Just when I
thought getting my tits bitten and sucked was the zenith of sensation,
my Sergeant moved lower.  Lifting himself up on his arms he licked and
sucked his way down my rippled belly.  Still grinding his hard howitzer
against my own, he spurted gobs of clear slick between the two of us,
soaking our union.  The belly worked began moving toward my ultra-
ticklish sides.  Knowing where Armando was going, I fought off the
instinctive urge to push him off of me.

I know he felt me tense up.  Holding on to me tighter he continued his
assault as he moved onto my sides.  I couldn't stand it anymore.  I
began bucking up, trying to force him off of me.  He was just too
strong for me.  It was pure agony, yet my cock had never been harder.
It felt like it was about to break.  Thrashing about on the bed,
helpless under his bulk and weight, I called out for mercy.

"NO MORE!" I begged.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm" and the vibration of it against my skin was his only
answer.

"NO MORE!  NO MORE!  NO MORE" I pleaded.  Still no let up.

"ARMANDO--------PLEASE------STOP!  I CAN'T HANDLE ANYMORE!"

"Relax, Baby.  I'm not going to hurt you" he soothed.

"OH, FUCK!  PLEASE STOP!  NO MORE!" I yelled.  It was if he never heard
me.  Instead he just increased the intensity as he wrapped his hand
around my rigid rod.  As he slid his hand up and down my shaft the
whole world changed.  Suddenly all the ticklish sensations changed to
that of carnal lust of the same intensity.  My cock surged.  I thought
I would cum.  Armando knew exactly what he was doing.

"OH--------CUM------NO!" I panted, seriously on the verge of jetting
jizz.  Unwrapped his hand from my steely shaft, he moved it lower where
he took my sagging scrotum in his palm.  Rolling my `nads around in his
hand, he allowed his fingers to graze over my pulsating pucker, all the
while working my sides heavy duty.  The sensation changed from one of
imminent orgasm to infinite pleasure.  Suddenly I wanted to be impaled.
As his digits danced across my tight opening, my asslips gaped open and
sucked on them.  Reflexively, I pushed down with my butt muscles and
opened my being to the probings of the man.  Respecting the fact that I
was dry, he slid his fingers and hand over my gaping gash, leaving me
wishing for penetration.

His mouth moved lower still from the sides of my abdomen.  Like a
consummate tease, he licked all around my groin, not quite touching my
bad boy or balls with anything but his hot breath.  Swirling around and
around my pubic hair, his tongue closed in on my privates, driving me
out of my skull.  I wanted him to suck me deep into his throat where I
could bathe his tonsils in hot cock snot.  But Armando took his time
bringing me further and further towards the end of my rope.  I watched
in awe as his darting digit slid up and down my shaft not quite
reaching my circumcision scar.  All the while he rolled my manrocks
around in their loose sac.  By the time I finally felt the warmth of
his mouth on my super sensitive knob, he could have done anything to
me.  I would have done anything he wanted me to at that point.

How can I described the sensation of your ultimate dream man's hot and
wet mouth going down on your pulsating pud?  It's indescribable.  My
Sergeant spent the next several minutes unselfishly worshiping my
weenie.  It was clear that he was an accomplished cocksucker.  Being
just 20, I was dangerously close to drowning him with my spunk in what
seemed like seconds flat.  Undeterred by that, Armando periodically
backed off from the action to give me time to cool down.  When it
became apparent that I was too hot to fellate any longer, he moved on
to my balls.  Sucking both of them into his hot and wet mouth, he once
again fingered my fuckhole.

Spitting out my rocks, his tongue snaked under them and zeroed in on my
most sensitive spot.  Holding my legs up and apart, he slowly swirled
closer and closer until that big fucking USMC Sergeant Stud licked
across my gaping gash with his hungry tongue.  Probing as deep as he
could inside of me, he tongue fucked me with vigor, making my sphincter
into mush early on.  I lay there, holding my legs up while my butch
Sergeant ate my ass.  Not contented with the angle of penetration that
position afforded him, the horny hombre flipped me over onto my belly
where he continued to feast on my fanny.  For 10 or 15 minutes the man
probed and prodded until my asslips were a swollen mass of nerve
endings.  It wasn't until his jaw tired did he come up for air.

When he did, he slid the full length of him onto my back.  Settling his
slippery sword in my asscrack, he started biting gently on the nape of
my neck.  Inside of a couple of minutes later, he had worked me into a
bucking bronco as he bit hard on my neck.  I moved my hole around on
his manhood, loving the feel of my gaping asslips slipping along its
slick length.

"You really want it, huh?" he rasped in my ear.

"Gotta have it, Sarge!" I begged, barely able to control myself.

"We're gonna bury that bone tonight, aren't we?" he continued.

"Tonight and every night" I choked.

"That's right.  `Cause that's what we do, huh?" he cooed.  "You put out
and I fuck your brains out, right?"

"Yah!"

"You like to submit to me, don't you?"

"OH, GOD, YAH!" I wailed.

"You're my little butt boy, aren't you?"

"I'm your hole, Sir!" I replied enthusiastically.  His filth talk was
really getting to me.

"FUCK!" he spat.  "You've got me so hot to fuck you!"

"Do me, Sir!"

"Do you what?"

"Do me deep"

"Yah?"

"Yah.  Dick me hard"

"Oh, fuck yah!"

"Tame me, Sarge!" I begged, bucking him nearly off of me.  With that,
he rolled off of me and retrieved the small bottle of lube from the
nightstand.  It had a rounded top that you opened by pulling it up.
The Sergeant popped it open, squeezed a little out to coat the top and
then slid it past the gaping gate of my gash.  I pushed my hole back on
it as I felt the cool goop being squeezed inside of me.  When he
removed the bottle, I felt empty.  My butthole clamped shut tightly,
squeezing slick stuff both deeper inside of me and out and over my
swollen asslips.

"Turn over, Sean" he commanded.  As he pulled my legs up and apart he
explained, "I want to see your face while I put it to you!"  He rubbed
his fingers over my white-hot pucker.

"FUCK ME, SIR!" I begged in my best boot voice.

He never answered me.  He merely moved into place between my legs.  I
watched him peel back his skin, releasing the angry purple knob.  Like
a man on a mission, he slid his cock just inside of me with a hint of
discomfort.  I was so hot, so horny and so open that the hunky
Sergeant's 9 incher just wormed it's way into the dark and deep
recesses of my depths without a hitch.  Until he reached about 7
inches.  That's when the business end of his bone bumped up against
that second sphincter deep inside of me.  The Sergeant slowed down when
he saw my toes curl and me grimace slightly.

"It's ok, Baby!" he cooed softly, withdrawing slightly.  Then, as he
pushed back gently he said, "Let me in, Sean" as he ground his bulb
against my inner muscle.

"AHHHHHHH!" I cried out with pleasure.

"That's it" he encouraged as he kept up the pressure.  I could feel
myself giving way to his moves.  There was never any question between
us that he would get through.

"YAHHHHH!" I groaned from my throat as his knob popped through.

"OH, FUCK!" he hissed as he pushed his trigger ridge through the tight
ring. The sensation made his eyes roll back in his head.  At the same
time the slight pain I felt as my man's mauler tore through my inner
ring was replaced by the euphoria his Billy club caused when it danced
in that pit of ultra pleasure on the other side.  I'd had my inner
sphincter breached more than a few times before then, but never had it
happened so close to the initial penetration of a fuck.  We weren't a
minute into our union before he had climbed into the inner most regions
of my soul.

"UNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH!" was the sound that came out of me in the form of
gurgling.  Armando began fucking his sword in and out of my swollen
sheath.  I clung to him with white knuckles, urging him to do me deep.
As he picked up speed, I pushed my hole down on his Rican rod, opening
myself more and more.  That first two minutes of our fuck found the two
of us moving around to find the perfect position with the maximum
penetration.  Not by choice or not by design.  Just as a matter of
course.  When Armando pushed a couple of pillows under my ass he was
able to drive into me like he'd been born to.

I tore furiously at the fur on his butt as he balled me with the full
length of his manhood.  As his chorizo slid into my depths, it raked
across the hard walnut inside of me, making me shiver with ecstasy.
Deeper and deeper he moved his devil dog into my butt, scraping his
swollen knob against the fleshy walls of my mancunt.

"Oh, God yes!" I screamed as he brutalized my butthole.

"Ay, Hombre!" he proclaimed as he kissed me hard.  The scent and taste
of my butt was intoxicating.  I pushed even more flesh down onto his
jackhammer, allowing him to crawl in yet even deeper.

"Oh, Sarge!  Don't ever stop fucking me!"

"Gonna fuck you so deep!" he proclaimed as he slammed his pubic bone
against my hole.

"Yah-------deep-------"was all I could mutter.   He was sawing his
spear into my fucktunnel with amazing strength at that point.  He was
fucking me so hard it was difficult to talk.

"Gonna fuck you all the way in your guts, Gyrene!"

"Ball me!"

The sound of our fuck was awesome.  My slutty slash was slurping with
wetness as he moved in and out of it.  The animal like sounds he was
fucking out of me were none like I'd ever heard before.  The constant
pressure on my joy gland elicited long and deep moans.  Each time he'd
bottom out in my butt I'd groan and gurgle like a man being strangled.
All of this only seemed to spur Armando on.  Faster and faster he
fucked into me, slamming his nards into my butt as he slammed against
mine.  Because that began to hurt a bit, I reached down and pulled them
into the protective cover of my palm.  That only served to pull my
asslips further apart giving my man even more slippery flesh in which
to pleasure himself.

"Gimme that hole, Mijo!" he begged.  I sacrificed more of my slash to
him and took it like a man.  It was a balls-to-the-wall race to see who
was going to get whom off first.  The longer the man fucked me the
closer he was to fucking me off with his burgeoning bat.  The rapid
movement of his gigantor against my manclit was moving me closer and
closer to a mind-blowing spew.  I didn't dare touch my own steel shank.
It was smack dab up against my ripped belly, exposing the sensitive
underside to the moves of my man.  Yep, from that moment on he was my
man.  I was bound and determined that I was never going to let him go.
In just a short period of time he'd moved from buttfuck 101 to a
Master's degree in powerfuck.  I'd been hosed by a host of hombres in
my day, but never as completely as Contreras was doing me at that time.

I called out unintelligibly and I didn't even care.  I couldn't.  I was
getting fucked so fabulously that nothing made any sense.  Armando had
incredible staying power.  I had no idea how long he'd been at my butt,
yet I'd been dicked enough that I knew he'd long surpassed the stamina
of the average man.  The elastic flesh of my sac gathered my stones and
headed for higher ground as Armando plowed me closer toward rocketing
off.

"Fucking hosin' you deep, little man" he panted.

"You're gonna fuck me off, `Mando!" I confessed.

"YAH!" he shouted.  "Gonna bone you off, Baby!"

"Ahhhhh!  Yahhhhh!" I gurgled as his sword tore into me like a hot
knife into butter.

"That's it!  Just lay there and let me work your grunt gland!" he
sputtered as he slowed down and rubbed his bulbous knob against my
button.

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" I screamed.  Holding his butt by its hair, I pulled
him deeper and deeper inside of me.

"Take it like the man you are, Sean!" he spat as he packed me full of
Puerto Rican prick.

"Oh, no!  Oh, no!  Oh, no, Sir!  I'm gonna get it!" I purred as my
balls snapped inside of me.  My legs began to shake.  I held on tight
to my Sergeant as my head spun from hyperventilation.

"Ah, fuck!  Gonna make my man cream!" he proudly pronounced.

"DICK----ME----DEEP!" I pleaded as all hell broke loose.  Just as he
ran his rambo all the way in my rectum I let loose. My hole alternated
from big and loose to vise-grip tight as the spasms of my ejaculation
took over.  Ball beer blasted everywhere as I gave my entire being to
my Sergeant.  The moment wasn't lost on him either.

"UHHHHH!  Your ass is sucking my cock!" he whined like a man about to
give it up.  I could tell it took him by surprise.  My whorish hole
worshiped his manmeat as the cobra head swelled up.  Sarge began
fucking in and out in his quest for his nut, prolonging the intensity
of my own.

"FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK   MEEEEEEEEEEEEE,  SIRRRRRRRRR!" I belted as I
jetted the last of my jizz.

"Gonna fill your guts with my leche, Gyrene!" he slobbered.

"Cream me, `Mando!"

"AY, MIJO!" he blubbered as he froze.  That 9 inch Anaconda of his
swelled up half again as big around before he seeded me.  Even though I
had just cum, my cock surged and my ass gripped his pulsating prick
when I felt that awesome warm sensation of a man planting his pud
pudding.  He bred me with shot after shot of ball beer, making me the
luckiest Grunt in the world.

There was no cool down for us that night.  What had started to be all
about two hot and hard men fucking had turned into a ball busting love
making session that left us both speechless.  Despite the fact that
we'd just gotten our rocks off, we couldn't take our hands off of each
other.  Mando was mine.  And just as he did time and again after that
night, he didn't pull out of me.  He was so into buttsex that he
couldn't bear to.  He loved the sensation of his proud prod being
surrounded by the hot and wet flesh of the man he'd tamed.  Turning us
around, he positioned me half on my stomach while he was laying half on
my back with his manhood planted deep in my battered butt.  We'd
crossed the line and both of us knew it.  There could be no going back.
We'd given too much of ourselves to one another to backtrack now.  I
knew then that Sergeant Armando Contreras was my man for life.  And I
came to know later that he felt the same.

Much later, I again awoke to the moves of the man I called Sir.  Slowly
and deliberately, Mando took me from behind.  Pushing his howitzer
inside, he wrenched it around, mining all the lube and cum and butt
slime left over from our first fuck.  I think I've told you before just
how much I have come to crave and love second and third fucks.  This
night was no exception.  I can't explain how I felt when the man that
had powerfucked me into oblivion earlier purposefully and gently worked
my hole with his hummer until I was begging and screaming to be fucked
like the man that I am.

When I did beg him, he gave me exactly what I needed and wanted.  9
amazing inches of mancock, jammed so deep in my being that I thought
he'd shoot through my throat.  That part of the fuck was all about him.
He rooted for friction deep in my bowels, seemingly thinking only of
himself.  Laying directly on my back he chewed hard on my neck and
creating an awesome buzz in my wanton whorehole.  He pounded me so hard
at first that I lost my hard on.  I didn't even care.  He fucked me so
completely and for so long that it was that same heavy-duty action that
caused my hardon to roar back.  I realized that Mando was getting ready
to give it up once again.  For a quick moment I wondered if I'd get off
at all.  I needn't have even given it a though.  For just before he
locked and loaded, he reached under me and wrapped his lube coated and
callused hands around my maleness.  My ass was backed up onto him to
receive every fucking inch he could spare me.  His pumping action was
so hard that he was fucking me into the mattress, sending my inflamed
and engorged skin sword into the roughened yet slippery sheath of his
palms.  I was getting fucked in the ass by a hot fucking man who was in
turn causing me to fuck his own hands.

I think the minute his man hands wrapped around me, my hole clamped
down tight.  That did in a man who was really only seconds away from
breeding his manbitch one more time.  That big, strong man of mine was
only good for another few strokes before he unloaded in me.  Once
again, that incredible sensation of heat spread through my depths as my
hole sucked his spooge out of him.  To a bottom there is nothing like
being hosed full of hump honey.  Like a trooper, he continued to fuck
me until I too gave it up.  There I was, a 20 year old, hard bodied,
blond and blue Jarhead flat on my stomach.  I had a man's hard chorizo
pounding my hard bubble butt so hard that it was causing me to fuck his
wet and slippery fist wrapped around my 7 inch, closely clipped cock.
All the while he was getting off on the fact that he'd just jetted his
second load into me for the night.  All of that raced through my mind,
down through my gut, bounced around in my balls and ignited in my
prostate.  I saw stars that night as I soaked the sheets below with my
scrotum sauce.

Like a rag doll, I collapsed limply on the bed.  After a few minutes of
cool down, Mando took the initiative for clean up.  Dragging himself
out of bed, he returned a few minutes later with a towel, damp with hot
water.  Paying special attention to me, he cleaned me up.  I'm sure I
was sound-asleep before he came back to bed.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I could see the sunlight
streaming around the top of the blackout draperies.  When I looked at
the clock I was quite surprised to see that it was 09:30 hours already.
Shit, I hadn't slept that late since I'd been in the Corps!  I knew
that if we were going to make the pre-parade party we'd been invited to
we'd have to make tracks.  Mando was, of course, wrapped around my
backside holding me tight against him.  The room smelled of men.  It
was that wonderful and pure male scent of pits and butts and balls and
cocks.  As much as I hated to do it, I slid out of bed and headed for
the shower.  When I finished my morning routine Contreras was up and
slipped into the shower as soon as I was out.

I dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a body shirt that molded itself
to my chest.  At the last minute I decided to free ball---not wear any
underwear.  Mando had no idea of course, not until later.  While we
were hanging out at the pre-parade party we were sitting on the patio
facing each other.  I leaned back in my chair with my legs apart and
gave him a good look up my leg at my goods.  He was instantly
attentive.  Slipping closer to me, he slid his hand up the leg of my
shorts and fondled my balls and cock.  Of course, I was hard in an
instant.  We played pocket pool for a few minutes before cooling our
jets before things got out of hand.  The rest of the day however, my
Sergeant took every opportunity to reach down my pants for a feel.

The day was picture perfect.  The weather couldn't have been better.
There were thousands and thousands of hot men to look at.  And Armando
was at my side all day.  He couldn't keep his hands off me.  Actually,
we couldn't keep our hands off each other.  Who could ask for more?
The Gay Pride parade was a total trip to this Texas Country Boy.  It
amused my Sergeant as well.  After the parade there was a big festival
that everybody headed for.  It was a crash course in gay life.  It
showed us that there were gay people of every size, shape and race.
The day seemed to race by.  We made friends with the guys whose party
we'd gone to in the morning and hung out with them all day.  Finally,
we had to head back to CamPen for Monday morning duty.

The sun, the fun and the beer all combined had mellowed me out.  And
the fact that it'd been about 15 hours since my Sergeant had boned me
made me horny.  He was horny too.  Playing with one another all the way
down the 405 freeway, we were two randy men.  I was in a mood that
night.  A mood to get fucked and I knew just the man who could do the
job.  Only another bottom out there can understand what I'm talking
about.  You know how it is.  You're horny.  You're butt is itching.
It's relaxed.  It's ready.  And you just know that you can take
anything.  That's the mood I was in.  Mando had been feeling me up
practically since we'd gotten in the car.  Several times I'd given into
temptation and buried his bone in my throat.  That was hot.  Giving my
Sergeant head while we're tearing down the freeway.  Anyway, the action
really got me going.  I just had to have some more of him.

Maneuvering myself around, I placed my leg so that he could get a good
view of my balls hanging out of my shorts.  He'd been pretty sheepish
at first when he'd discovered that I wasn't wearing any underwear that
morning.  But he sure as hell thought it was a good idea at that
moment.  Mando went for the bait.  In no time he'd slicked his finger
up with spit and was working it into my depths.  It wasn't very long
before he was buried to the web of his hand.

"Damn, Mijo!" he cooed trying to keep his eyes on the road.  "It's so
fucking warm inside of that butt!"

"Oh, Mando!" I whispered.  "Yah, work that hole!"

"Fuck, Stud!  I'm gonna have to put it to you again"

"Oh, Sir, I need it!"

"You sure as hell do!" he retorted, sliding another finger in along
side his first.  I winced a bit, but he was able to worm it in just
fine.  When he'd done so, his eyes got big.  "Goddamn, Son, you're just
sucking my fingers in, aren't you?"

"Fuck me, Sarge!"

"Oh, Baby, I'm never gonna make it all the way home.  I gotta get me
some of that ass" he rasped.

"Aren't the guys home?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"If they aren't, they will be soon"

"Fuck, Sarge, what're we gonna do" I moaned as he probed deeply with
his digits.

"I don't know" he shrugged.

"I gotta have it, Sir!"

"And I gotta give it to you soon!" he hoarsed.  While continuing to
finger bang me like no tomorrow, he never took his eyes off the road.
I opened my butt and let him bang me sloppy.  I don't know how long we
were at it, but I'm sure a trucker or two might have gotten a good
show.

We were speeding down I-5 through southern Orange County when he seemed
to suddenly have an idea.  He took the San Onofre exit and headed south
along the freeway.  Just past the Nuclear power station is a long
parking lot.  Contreras guided the little truck past the last beach
goers, past some campers and into the southernmost reaches of the
parking lot.  He parked where we were alone.

I was turned sideways to him and had my butt and both feet up on the
seat, giving him perfect access up my pant leg.  He shut the engine off
and turned to face me.  With his fingers still diddling my butthole, he
leaned over and planted a wet one on my mouth.  It wasn't just a
normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill kiss either.  It was a man's kiss.
Open mouth.  Lips crushing against one another.  Tongues dueling.
Bites on the lips.  Half laying on me, he continued to work my innards.

Tearing at his shirt, I pulled it across his belly, up over his hard
and protruding pecs.  He stopped his oral assault only long enough for
me to raise his shirt over his head and throw it on the dashboard.
Wedged up against the seat and the steering wheel, he hesitated for a
moment, giving me an eyeful.  There, in all his fur covered glory he
was.  My hot fucking Sergeant man.  Stripped to the waist.  In a flash
he came at me again open-mouthed.  We were ravenous for one another.
It was clear at that point that we were going to tear one another up,
parking lot be damned.  Nothing was going to stop us.  We were going to
mate.

Contreras pulled at my shorts and had them around my ankles and off
before I even knew what he was doing.  Next came my shirt.  Then he
slowly slid his fingers back inside my slippery mansnatch.  While
suckling on my aroused nipples, he methodically pushed and pulled his
digits in and out of me, causing me to gape open a little more each
time.  He swooped down and sucked my sword in his hot mouth in one
movement.  I was buried to the balls in one wet cavern while my own wet
cavern sucked tight against my man's moves.  Fuck, his head was sweet.
Holding him by his high and tight, I felt like skull fucking him until
I seeded his throat.  But the night was young.  I had no idea how heavy
duty we were going to get but I did know that I was going to get
fucked.  The Sergeant slurped dutifully on my bone all the while he
kept up the prefuck action in my butt.  Just as suddenly as he'd gone
down on me, he stopped.

"Get your ass in the back!" he barked as he unfastened the rear window
latch.  Sliding it open he motioned for me to crawl through into the
back.  I gathered my senses and started to move, but as I attempted to
sit up he never pulled his fingers out of my slash.

"Oh, fuck, Sarge!" I brayed as the movement caused my swollen prostate
to squeeze against his knuckles.

"Yah, Lance Corporal?"

"What're doing to me?"

"I'm finger bangin' my man, Stud" he whispered as he slid his fingers
along my joy nut.

"Ahhhhhh!" I moaned.

"Like that shit, huh?" he grinned.

"Do me, Sir"

"Do you what?" he teased as he dug at that magic knob inside of me.  As
he did so, my hole flared open allowing him to slide yet another finger
in alongside the other two.

"Do me deep, Daddy" I begged in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh, yah.  Daddy's gonna do you deep all right" he soothed as he gently
removed his digits.  "Crawl in back for your Daddy" he commanded.

With an empty butt I quickly moved through the window and onto the
mattress in the bed of the truck.  I barely had enough time to roll
onto my back before the larger man moved through the window on top of
me.  He'd shucked his shoes, but he still had his shorts on.  Because
the shell ceiling was so low, we were constantly in a prone position.
With barely enough room to move, he struggled with them until he got
them down over his hips to his ankles and off.  All the shuffling and
pulling had only served to move us together so that when he was naked
all he had to do was relax and lay down on me.

All at once we moved together.  Our mouths connected.  Our chests and
bellies rubbed together.  Arms wrapped around one another.  Two hard
man cocks throbbed together.  I felt his heavy scrotum, heavy with
manseed, lay across mine.  With the force of a man, he pushed my legs
apart with his knees, allowing him to grind his manhood against mine
with more force.  While his tongue danced in my mouth and his cock
dueled with mine, I rubbed the inside of my thighs against his hairy
legs.  With a force only two rutting men can know we moved together for
maximum skin to skin contact.  The man moved constantly on me, making
me pull him close for more.  His dry humping was beginning to be very
wet.  The hood on the man's meat was pulled back and copious amounts of
precum were flowing all over us.

I just wanted to be taken on the spot.  Lifting my legs, I exposed more
and more of the sensitive skin between my legs.  I was surrendering to
the aggressive moves of my Sergeant Stud.  And he took every advantage
of that.  Inside of a few minutes I had my legs as far apart as they
could go and they were drawn back against my sides.  Mando had full
access to that which he wanted most.  And what I wanted to give him
most.  Still sucking face, the skilled lover moved deftly between my
legs and slid his slippery shaft up and down the length of my asscrack.
Needless to say, my pucker was distended and sucking at his Rican rod.
Sarge's breathing got harder and harder.  I don't know if it was the
action or the environment or perhaps both, but he was like a wild man.
It was a no-brainer that if a cop were to come patrolling the lot we'd
be in deep shit.  Though it was dark, we had no covers over the windows
of the shell and nowhere to hide if somebody came knocking.  But we
were two young Jarheads with more spunk in our balls than sense in our
heads.

The man terrorized my body something fierce.  He tore at my neck like a
sex-starved vampire.  He licked and bit with force and I hoped that it
was all on this side of a hickey.  Shit, I didn't even care.  If my
Sergeant would have fucked me all night long like that he could have
sent me back to CamPen with a body full of visible hickeys for all I
cared.  I tore at his skin as he worked my neck.  Clawing at his back
and hairy butt, I pulled him around on me, making sure his cock slid
over all the right places.  That stoked his fire.  The powerful man
sucked down my neck and onto my hard nipples where he gave new meaning
to tit play.  He damn near had me shooting my spooge the way he worked
my tits.  Just when I thought I couldn't stand the heavy-duty work over
on my chest, Sarge slurped his way across my rippled belly and devoured
my sides, just above the waist.

"Oh, God, Sarge!  NO!" I yelled, thrashing about.  But he was
determined.  The stronger man held me down and had his way with my
sides and abs.  I cried out and begged for mercy but it all fell on
deaf ears.  It was futile to try to push him off of me, but I
instinctively tried none-the-less.  A nano-second after I could no
longer stand it, he suddenly changed courses and gobbled down my
pounding prick.  In an instant he'd sucked the entire length of me.  My
buzzing cock head was surrounded by the hottest and sweetest throat
muscles a man could own.  Swallowing time after time, he milked my mule
for all it was worth.  Concurrent with that he slid first one then
another finger inside of me.  Like a master he stroked my crazy nut and
sucked my cock at the same time.  I thought I'd died and gone to
heaven.  I pushed my ass out onto his fingers, sliding my swollen
asslips down onto the web of his fingers.  He was in knuckles deep and
I was in outer space.

Just about the time I thought I was going to blow, the intuitive
manlover slurped his way from my bone to my butt.  In one long and
smooth move, he zeroed in on the ass he knew he owned.  As his tongue
slid across my balls, I relaxed my sphincter, allowing him to pull his
fingers out.  My horny hole gaped open and empty, but not for long.
Just seconds later, Mando closed in on my butt with an open mouth.
Parting my asslips with his tongue, he tongued them lovingly until the
spread wider and invited him into my depths.  I distinctly remember the
way he tasted the super sensitive flesh just inside of my sphincter.
That flesh that rarely feels the touch of a man's mouth because it's
usually drawn very tight.  Mando pushed my ass in the air and I raised
my legs even higher.  The next thing I knew I felt the ceiling of the
shell.  Just at my toes was a cross support.  Pushing against it gave
me awesome leverage to move my slut-slash over the lips and tongue of
my Latin lover.  The man shamelessly feasted on my innards as I
surrendered more and more of my entrails to him.

The sounds of a man on a mission filled the cab.  Mando ate my ass like
a starving man, filling me with slippery saliva all the while.  My rock
hard Billy club pulsated against my abs, leaking a constant stream of
prefuck slick the whole time.  I reached down and pulled my hole apart,
giving my Sergeant full access to my guts.  Sucking and chewing, he
moved us up onto yet another level of man to man sex.

"Oh, M-A-N-D-O !" I groaned.

"Fuckin' eatin' your hole, baby" he blurted out while munching.

"Get in there deep, Sir!"

"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" The sound reverberated through the core of my being.

"I want you, Sarge!  I want you inside of me!"  And I did.  Big time
badly.

"Oh, fuck yah!" he panted.  That's all he needed to hear.  He lifted
his face from my butt, replaced it with his burgeoning bone and slipped
effortlessly into the sweetest hole he'll ever know.  Pushing down hard
with my internal muscles, I was able to relax enough to let my man
probe inside of me, never stopping until he mashed his short curlies
and his sagging balls against my asslips.  In doing so, he'd pushed
right through that second sphincter with his knurled knob.  There
really hadn't been any pain, just a bit of pressure.  The sensation was
one of intense pleasure.  In one long and slow plunge my man was buried
balls-deep inside of me and it made my toes curl.

"Ay, Mijo!" he groaned.

"OH, GOD, MANDO!" I cried out desperately.  Again, only you confirmed
bottoms out there in the world can possibly understand what I felt at
that moment.  My Sergeant began moving inside of me and it took my
breath away.  And when I stopped breathing another inch or so of my
fucktunnel distended down on my lover's sword.  I was his sheath.  And
he was my weapon.  And we were one.

Masterfully, the Hispanic hunk started his fuck for the friction he
needed so badly.  Millions of sensitive nerve endings in my mancunt
were stimulated by his flared knob where still more millions of nerve
endings were stimulated.  Both of us moved with the fuck.  He, plunging
down into my deepest recesses.  I, pushing my love hole up onto his
spear, goring myself in return.  What started out as a slow fuck
quickly progressed to the point where he was sawing into me with
amazing regularity.  From my position with my feet on the ceiling of
the shell, I was able to move my hole around on his rutting rod,
reaping nothing but pure pleasure in return.  It drove me wild.
Grabbing onto the fur covering his hard buns, I pulled the hung and
virile Stud in and out of me.

In the back of that mini-truck my lover showed me just how intense
mansex could be.  Sure, I'd been righteously fucked before that, but
this was different.  It was raw.  It was real.  It was certainly all-
male. But it wasn't fucking.  It was more than that.  He wasn't fucking
me.  We were giving to and taking from one another alternately and
concurrently.  I guess you'd call it making love.  We mated that night
and long before it was over we both knew that we'd found a soul
brother.

With amazing stamina, Armando did me deep and wide.  Laying on me, he
penetrated to maximum depth while he slobbered all over my mouth.  The
musky scent of my ass on his mouth added to the pleasure.  The man's
furry belly was coated with a slick layer of my precum.  Faster and
faster he jack hammered into me, sprinting towards the finish line.
Long and hard strokes from deep inside that pleasure pit past my second
sphincter to completely out of my guts, the man fucked into me with
furious force.  Suddenly, the ball crushing force of his dangerous
Devil dog bottoming out in me then raking over my inflamed joy button
and his furred abs rubbing against the super sensitized trigger ridge
of my own meat got to me.  In no time I was locked and loaded.  My
balls had snapped up so tight against my shaft that I could no longer
feel them.

"Fuck him!" I screamed, referring to myself.  "Fuck him harder, Mando!
FUCK HIM OFF!"

"Goddamn, Baby, you're gonna get me off for sure!" he panted.

"Get your nut, Fuckstud!" I begged, clawing at his rump.

"MIJO!" he blurted.  "I'm gonna fuckin' blow my load!" he said just
before I blew myself.

"AHHHHHHHH!  DADDY DICK!" I yelled as rockets of rod sauce ricocheted
between our bellies.  I could feel my ring of muscle clamp down ultra
tight on his probing prick as I blew my balls off.

"Fuckin' gonna cum, Baby!" he panted.

"OH, YAH!  SHOOT YOUR SAUCE, SIR!" I pleaded as my powerful orgasm
wracked through me.

"Goddamn, Gyrene!" he wailed.  "Fuckin' seedin' you RIGHT NOW!
AHHHHHHHHH!"  I felt that familiar heat of a man's load being shot into
my butt.  Right there in front of God and everybody, my lover and I
shared our most powerful orgasms yet.

Sergeant Contreras just could not stop humping me.  Despite the fact
that he'd shot me full of every drop of sap he had, he just couldn't
stop the short jabs that make a perfect cum just fucking amazing.  With
tremendous agility, he spun me around on his still hard bone so that he
could lay on my back and remain buried in my butt.  God, that felt
good.  There's nothing like being freshly fucked, full of fuck snot and
a man's proud prick buried inside of you.  For the next several minutes
we continue to take pleasure from one another until, eventually, our
senses got the better of us.  Still pretty hard, Armando slowly pulled
out of me.

"Whewie!  You are fucking amazing, Sean!"

"Me?"

"Fuck an-A right, Stud" he continued.  "How the fuck can you take
that?"

"Cause it's you giving it to me"

"No really, man"

"I'm serious" I explained.  "You are the reason I put out"

"Hard to believe" he said skeptically.

"Sir, I live to be bred by you"

"Don't talk like that, Stud" he cooed, wrapping me in his arms.

"Why not?  It's true"

"It's just hard for me to believe that you actually want to take it in
the ass from me"

"Why is that so hard to believe"

"'Cause getting fucked in the ass hurts, man!" he chuckled.

"Do I sound like I'm hurtin'?"

"No, not really.  In fact you make sounds that say you're totally into
it"

"I am, Sarge"

"And those sounds fuckin' turn me on!"

"Then don't worry about me"

"Ok"

"And Sarge?"

"Yah?"

"That ass is yours"

"Yah?"

"All yours" I explained.  "So don't ever stop fucking me"

"Ay, Mijo!  As long as you need it, I'm your man"

We didn't lie around there too long.  After all we were pretty exposed.
After we cleaned up a bit, we dressed and headed south again to CamPen.
Armando dropped me off on base.  I watched him drive off and instantly
regretted that we couldn't be together for the night again.  Oh, I was
too fucked out to even think about more sex, but it was the fact that
we'd both sleep alone that got to me.  It was a huge let down from an
otherwise awesome weekend.  Walking back to my quarters, I felt a
little dejected.  I didn't know where things were going to go with
Contreras, but I sure as hell didn't like how our living arrangements
interfered with the possibilities.

When I walked into my quarters my roommate was there.  He'd just gotten
in from a wild weekend himself and couldn't wait to tell me about it.
I hardly heard him.  Before long I climbed into my rack and drifted off
to sleep with the scent of Mando on me.