Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2000 10:42:47 -0700
From: Billy Bob <billybob661@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Few Good Men 9

A Few Good Men 9:
Sergeant Armando Contreras: Compromised

Note: The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 8, 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.


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Armando and I tried to be together as much as possible.  It was easy to
actually hang out together, because we'd become best buds before anything
had happened sexually.  The hard part was finding good quality time
together in private.  About the only time we had for sex was when Kozinski
and Smyth were out on a pussy hunting expedition. The only problem with
that was that we were never sure if and when they'd come home.  So we were
always very, very careful when we got it on at their place.  It was really
our only choice.  Spending money on a motel room every time we wanted to
fuck was just not affordable.  Besides, the roommates were out often so,
with a little precaution, we could do what we wanted to.

Things between us grew better and better as the weeks went by.  It was cool
that we'd gotten to know one another before hopping in the sack.  It made
the whole sexual exploration of our relationship all that much hotter.  It
didn't take long to figure out that the two of us were totally suited for
one another.  I mean, Mando absolutely did it for me.  And it didn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out that I did the same for him.

I remember one week especially well.  The two of us hadn't been able to get
together very often over the 10 days prior and were horny as hell.
Kozinski and Smyth announced on Wednesday that were on their way to
Hollywood again and wanted us to go.  We made up some bullshit excuse of
why we couldn't go and they bought it hook, line and sinker.  For the next
two days neither one of us slept very much because of the anticipation of
having the place to ourselves all weekend long.  When Friday night rolled
around we headed for their apartment and found the place deserted of
roommates.

That weekend was amazing.  Armando and I hardly left the apartment.  Shit,
we hardly dressed either.  All night Friday night we made love.  That
spilled over into an awesome Saturday afternoon session and nap.  After a
quick dinner out, we spent Saturday night playing hide the chorizo again.
Sleeping in on Sunday was great, but we got up and straightened the place
up early, never really knowing what time those guys would be home.  As it
was, when we got horny in the late afternoon on Sunday, we couldn't do
anything about it because we were so nervous that they'd return early and
catch us in the act.  Not that we'd suffered any lack of sex the previous
36 hours!

The same opportunity to have the apartment to our selves came up again two
weeks after that.  Once again, the two pussy hounds announced midweek that
they were going to Hollywood again.  Seems they'd met some ladies up there
and were looking forward to getting their weenies wet.  Though they never
officially invited us to go, Armando thought quickly on his feet and told
them we had plans.  I could hardly believe our great fortune.

Friday night came finally and the two of us loaded up with groceries and
beer at the supermarket and made tracks to his digs.  The two roommates
were long gone and so we settled into a comfortable life together readily,
if only for the weekend.

After dinner, one thing led to another and before I knew it we were in the
sack tearing up the sheets.  Earlier we'd had a great 69 session.  I'd
started sucking Mando's cock even before we'd put the groceries away.  He'd
tried to fight me off, but he wasn't very convincing that he didn't want a
blow-job just then.  What started with me on my knees in the kitchen
capitulated into a suck-fest in the bedroom.

I slurped on his jizz bone for at least 10 minutes before I let him in my
pants.  The whole time I'd been mining under his foreskin with my tongue
he'd been pawing at me.  I was too fucking hot to let him go down on me so
soon.  I knew if I did that, I'd cum way too soon.  So I proceeded to bob
on Sergeant Contreras' manhood for several minutes.  The scent of his
crotch and balls were an aphrodisiac to me.  It spurred me on to new
cocksucking heights.  Over the course of the past several weeks, I'd
learned exactly how to deep throat the man.  Fondling his balls, I plunged
my throat down onto his bulbous knob, coming up only for air.

Finally, he tore at my shorts and pulled my pants down far enough to free
my aching hardon.  Pulling me on top of him, he gobbled up my own manhood
like the sex starved Stud that he was.  It didn't take long for us to get
into unison in our mutual skin flute playing.  Mirroring one another's
moves, we sucked to our heart's delight.  I loved the smooth texture of
Mando's cock.  My tongue slid over it, slicked by saliva.  There was
nothing like the taste and feel of pulling back his foreskin and licking
the super sensitive head like a lollypop.  My Sergeant loved it as much as
I loved doing it.

Finally we worked ourselves into a fracas that we were unable to stop.
Armando was on his back fucking my face for all it was worth while he
pulled me down burying my bone in his gullet.  All the while we played with
one another's balls.  Damn, there's nothing like the feel of a man's balls.
After that he started fingering my asshole which only served to make me
hotter.  Thus, I polished his knob with even more gusto.  We were in a face
fuck frenzy to beat all.

Suddenly, he pulled off my dick.  In a flurry of action he pushed me onto
my back, spun around himself before he jumped on top of me.  Laying there
in that ever-famous missionary position, we sucked face like no tomorrow.
All the while our hard and slippery cocks dueled between us, I raised my
legs to give my man access to what I knew he wanted most.  There were no
words spoken between us.  In a flash, Mando had retrieved the lube, pulled
the rounded top open, pushed it gently into my hole and squeezed amounts of
the cool goo, slicking my fucktunnel for the heavy action that was to come.

Instinctively, his cock sniffed out my gaping gash and filled my mancunt
effortlessly.  Once again, my Sergeant was in the saddle of his beloved
Lance Corporal.  Those first few moments when two men are joined together
will never cease to amaze me.  It was no different then.  As his glorious
gigantor gored into me, it seated itself in my flesh.  I pulled him deep
into me as he situated a pillow under my ass.  Slowly and deliberately, he
fucked into me with his sword.  Almost from the moment he breached my butt,
that second sphincter opened deep inside, welcoming his lance into that
awesome pleasure pit.  It had been so many days since he'd taken me, making
the pleasure of it all even more intense.  My hole was open and distended
within minutes of the start of our fuck.  Each time he moved his cock back
out of my depths, it dragged
 with it the inner flesh that clung so tightly to its turgid shaft.  >From
time to time, when he'd nearly withdrawn his fuckstick completely, Mando
would hesitate for a moment and look into my eyes.  My heart would surge
and my hole would gape open even more for him.  That's when he'd slowly
slide it's full length inside of me, sliding effortlessly over my swollen
butt-nut, through my fuck flesh, past my second sphincter and into that
inner sanctum that gave us both so much pleasure.

That night, our fuck took on a new dimension.  Neither one of us could get
enough of the other.  Sarge lay on me, gripping me tightly as I clawed
desperately at his back.  While his tongue danced with mine, his howitzer
made heat in me.  We were so in tuned with one another at that very moment.
Both of us needed more penetration.  Stepping off the bed, Contreras lifted
my ass up and dragged me to the edge.  Pushing my legs up to my chest only
served to bring my hole up further where he could impale me with
perfection.  I lay there in awe as his fat chorizo slid in and out of me
with amazing precision.  Over and over again, he fucked me closer and
closer to getting my nut.  As hot as it was, we both knew that there was no
way either of us could last much longer.  We'd been fucking for about 25
minutes already and orgasms were imminent.  Mando was a man on a mission.
He was fucking my hole furiously, well on his way to getting his gun.  I
was right behind him.  Moments before he got off, I looked up at him to see
his face screwed up in a pain/pleasure grimace that told me that he was
seconds away from coating my guts with his spew.  It was a look I hadn't
seen from him before.  However, that is not what shocked me at that moment.

Behind him, almost completely out of vision I saw movement of some kind!
Looking up at Mando I could see that his eyes were shut.  He had a tight
grip on my legs to hold my hole on his rooting rod.  He was down to the
short strokes and his orgasm had already started when I saw the movement
again.  I strained my neck to look around Mando.  I got the shock of my
fucking life.  Kozinski standing in the doorway!  My first reaction was to
get away from Armando.  Unfortunately, I couldn't have gotten away from him
if I wanted to.  He was just starting to jet his jizz into my guts when I
opened my mouth to warn him.  Recognizing that, Kozinski motioned for me to
remain quiet.  My Sarge was lost in his world of cumming.

Holding me tightly, he filled my butt with shot after shot of his ball
cream.  I was fucking scared.  The look of horror on my face was
unmistakable.  I couldn't understand why Kozinski was just standing there
after busting us so badly.  He looked at me.  There was a look of calm in
his eyes.  But there was another look that I didn't recognize immediately.
It didn't take long to figure it out, however.  When he moved further into
the room, I saw that he was naked and that he had his had wrapped around
the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen in my life.  The look I'd seen was
lust.  The man was staring at us and jacking off at the same time.  I was
nervous, yet it was apparent he wasn't going to freak out on us.

Armando was blissfully oblivious to what was going on and the unspoken
communication flashing between Kozinski and myself.  Part of that
communication was that neither one of us was going to interrupt what was
obviously a ball busting cum for Armando.  That all too familiar glow of
warmth spread through the inner depths of my butt as my man finished
filling me.  I relaxed a bit as his grip on me lessened.  He fucked me
righteously and earned a deserved orgasm.  When his eyes opened he looked
into mine.  Instantly he recognized a look uncharacteristic of a man who'd
just been bred.  A look of puzzlement came over him.

"We've got company, Mando" I calmly explained.  It only took a nanosecond
for that to register.  Immediately he turned his head and saw Kozinski.

"SKI!" he said in shock and horror.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOME?"  It was
clear that the fact that Kozinski was standing there butt-naked hadn't even
registered.  In a panic, Armando reeled backwards and ripped his still hard
manhood out of my butt.  His hands were still holding my legs in the air
though.  Kozinski's eyes zeroed in on my suddenly empty orifice.  I could
feel it gaping and oozing butt slime and cum.

"Oh, I think I'm the one that needs to know what you guys are doing!" he
said with a smart-ass look on his face.

"Fuck, Ski!  What's up?" he stuttered.  He was ashen.  Kozinski laughed.

"Looks like plenty's up, Contreras!" he answered motioning quickly toward
three hard in the room.  Mine, of course, was rapidly deflating, as was
Armando's.

"I---I---I thought you guys went to Hollywood" Armando stammered.  "OH,
FUCK!  Is Smythe home?" he was horrified.

"No, no, no!" Kozinski answered.

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!" Mando chanted as he walked in circles. I
put my legs down.

"It's ok, Mando" I said calmly.  He looked at me strangely.  He was really
freaking.

"What the fuck is going on?" he demanded of nobody in particular.  He was
still walking in circles.

"Jesus Christ, Armando, calm down!" Kozinski ordered.  He had the floor.  I
just lay there silently.

"Calm down?" he laughed nervously.  "What the fuck are we gonna do?" he
asked of me.

"Mando!  It's ok!" I shot back.

"Ok?  OK?  You call this ok?" he said to me, motioning toward Kozinski.

"Ah, yah!" I said, motioning back to Kozinski.  Armando turned and looked.
I think that's the first time he actually realized that Kozinski was naked.
"I think I call that ok" I chuckled nervously.

"It's cool, Armando" Kozinski smiled.

"Yah?" Armando queried, still unsure as to what was going on.

"Yah" `Ski answered.

"What the fuck is going on, Dude?  I thought you guys were gone"

"Obviously!" he teased.  It was the wrong thing to say.  Armando started
pacing all over again.

"Fuck!" he spat, looking between Kozinski and myself.

"Mando, its ok!" I emphasized again.

Suddenly he turned to Kozinski.  "How long have you been watching us?"

"Oh, since you dragged his hot little ass to the edge of the bed!"

"Goddamn!" Armando fretted, looking at me.

"Jesus, Mando!" I said.  "Fuckin' calm down!"

"So what are you doing in here?" Armando asked directly of Kozinski.

"Looks like I'm stroking my dick, doesn't it?" he laughed.

"Well, yah.  It does!" Armando answered with a smile.  Suddenly the comedy
of the situation gripped him.  He started to laugh, which made Kozinski and
myself laugh too.  We all got a good chuckle for a minute or so before
Kozinski spoke again.

"I can't believe you guys," he said,

"What?" I asked.

"I can't believe how fucking hot you two are together"

"Yah?" I asked again.

"Yah!" he said.  "You can fuckin' take that?" he asked of me.  I was a
little embarrassed.

"Well-------"

"-------You don't have to answer that" he interrupted.  He turned to
Armando.

"I heard you guys going at it as soon as I walked in the door.  Your door
was open, so I checked it out.  I gotta say that it was a pretty hot scene"

"You think so?"

"Oh, yah!  Damn, Dude that's a hot fucking hole you're pluggin' there!" he
said, motioning toward me. Armando turned toward me and shrugged his
surprise.  Kozinski continued, "Even though I've never been into it, it
didn't take me long to get a woody watching you two go at it.  It's been a
long while since I've been laid, so watching a man sink his bone in a tight
and wet hole really gets me excited"

"Yah, I guess we're pretty hot together----" Armando started

"-----I'd sure like to sample a little of that" Kozinski blurted out,
looking directly into Armando's eyes.

"WHAT?" he asked in shock.  I just blinked in surprise.  I don't think the
words had totally registered yet.

Kozinski turned to me.  His cock was still hard.  As freaky as the whole
scene was, I was mesmerized by it.  I hadn't cum yet and since I'd calmed
down from the shock of being busted in the act, I realized just how horny I
was.  "You game, Stud?" he asked directly.

"I dunno" I said lamely.  What the fuck was I supposed to say?

He held his cock up and pointed it at me.  "You wanna take a ride on this?"
he rasped.  I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  I looked up at Armando.  He
was frozen in place with a look of disbelief on his face.  It wasn't a look
of disgust because, had it been, I would have immediately said no.
Frankly, neither one of us knew what to say.  Kozinski was holding all the
cards at that moment.  "C'mon, Sean.  Give it a go, huh?"  Before I could
answer, he started moving toward me.  I was still laying with my butt at
the edge of the bed.  My legs were dangling over the side with my feet on
the floor.  My legs were spread and he walked right up between them.  "What
does it feel like, Armando?" he asked calmly.  He was now standing between
the two of us, blocking our vision of one another.

"Uh---um----good" was all Armando could say.  He stepped aside and looked
at me with this puzzled look.

"Yah, from the looks of it, I'll bet it's damned good.  Fuck you guys'
action gave me the hornies," he said.  "How `bout it, Sean?  Uncle `Ski
hasn't had it in a long time.  I really need to get off.  You gonna help me
out?"

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

"-----You know you want it" he cooed, pulling my left leg up with his free
hand.  The other was wrapped around that fucking monster meat of his.  He
was slowly jacking it back and forth.  The copper colored fur that covered
his body was thick around his balls and shaft, which protruded sharply away
from his body in a menacing yet entrancing manner.  He turned to Armando
for a second "Do I need some of that?" he said, nodding toward the bottle
of lube.

"Uh, yah" Armando answered.

"Get some" Kozinski ordered.  Turning back to me he said, "It's gonna be so
fucking good, Stud.  You'll see."  Armando handed the lube to Kozinski.

"Make sure he's got enough" I told Armando nervously.  I was hot to fuck
though.  He'd caught me at just the right time.  I was horny and aroused
and freshly fucked.  And I hadn't cum.  I sure as hell wanted more.  He
grabbed the tube back from him and opened it.  Kozinski turned sideways and
guided his cock to it.  Armando squirted plenty of the thick and slippery
goop along the incredible length of his roommate's manhood.  Kozinski
immediately worked it onto his pud.

"This is so weird," Armando said with a grin on his face.  He looked at me
again.  "You okay with this?"

"Yah" I answered sheepishly but my eyes were glazed over with lust.

"Sure he's ok," Kozinski said. "Aren't you, Stud?"

"I think so," I said.

"Lift your legs, man" he ordered.  "Show me that hole."  I did as he asked.
His dirty talk was starting to get to me.  "Get up there and hold his legs
for me" he said to Armando.  Armando hopped up on the bed and grabbed onto
my legs, pulling them up towards my chest.  "Oh, fuck yah!  Look at that
wet hole" Kozinski purred as he rubbed his cockhead up and down my slippery
asscrack.  The head of his cock is smaller than the shaft, making his cock
spear-like and less menacing than its size.  Unused to fucking men in the
ass, he pushed it inside of me it way, way, way to fast.  I damn near came
off the bed, shrieking in pain.

"Easy, easy, easy `Ski!" Armando cautioned, pushing him away but not
completely out of me.  My butt burned from the sudden intrusion.  My toes
clenched in pain.  Kozinski stood perfectly still.  "Sorry" he said.  "What
did I do?" he asked as only a man who'd never fucked another in the ass
would.  He was clueless.  Armando took over from here.

"Jesus, Ski!  You can't just jam it in!  That fuckin' hurts like
hell. You're gonna kill him" he emphasized his statement by smacking him on
the chest.

"Ok, ok.  I'll go slow!" he answered.  For a little while he just stood
there with about 2 inches of his massive meat in me.  From the look on his
face I could see he wanted to bury it quickly.

"Just go slow, Ski" I pleaded.  "I gotta get used to it"

"Ok, Stud.  I didn't know"

Armando was incredulous.  "Didn't know, shit!" he said. "You stupid fuckin'
Jarhead!  In case you haven't heard, getting fucked in the ass hurts"

"Well it didn't seem like that a few minutes ago," he said with a sheepish
grin.

"Yah, but he was used to it, Man!" Armando scolded.  "Besides, I'm nowhere
near as hung as you.  How big is that thing anyway"

"Don't tell me!" I said immediately.  The last thing I needed to know was
exactly how large his cock was.  Just the first few inches of it were
giving me a hard time as it was.

Slowly but surely we worked at it.  Inch by mammoth inch, he was able to
sink his cock into me.  By the time he was about three-quarters inside of
me, he was banging against that second sphincter which had clamped shut
tightly.  I pushed on his groin, keeping him from going any deeper.  He got
the message.  From that depth he started slowly fucking in and out of me.
In a couple minutes we got a nice rhythm going.  As we progressed, I
relaxed and he started to get the hang of things.  Before long I had my
hardon back and was well on my way to taking more of that magnificent meat
of Ski's.  Throughout the fuck he remained largely silent.  I on the other
hand was not.  Just the motion of something so large moving inside of my
butt forced odd yet erotic sounds out of me.  The look on his face told me
that he was in awe of both the sensations and the fact that I could take
his huge howitzer.

It wasn't too long before he was pushing his knob through that ring-of-fire
deep inside of me.  That's when the real action started.  I was bone
fucking hard and it seemed that with every thrust he was putting more and
more of his meat to me.  Probably because he was!  Ski was never the
brightest guy in the world, yet he was a quick buttfuck study.  That knob
was spearing through my ring with deliberate speed.  No man had ever been
deeper inside of me.  That new sensation coupled with that of his enormous
girth stretching me beyond previously known limits was a mind blower.

"Fuckin' BIG dick!" I chanted as he picked up speed.  "BIG fuckin' dick!"

"You ok, Sean?" Armando whispered to me with concern.

"FUCK YAH!" I yelled as Ski lay me open with his weapon.

"Oh, fuck!  This is just too fuckin' good!" Ski finally said as he rammed
it all the way in slowly.  Each time he did it forced a big "UNHHH" out of
me.  "Hold his legs up more" he ordered Armando.  Armando climbed over and
straddled my torso, facing away from me.  All I could see was his furry
butt in my face.  I lay back and reveled in the sensations of taking that
monster fucking cock.  Ski's balls were slapping against my ass, heavily
laden with weeks of ball beer.  Faster and faster he fucked into me,
sensing that I could take it.  I was as wide open as I've ever been in my
life at that moment.  My hole opened so big that you could have driven a
truck inside.  The bigger my hole got, the more pleasurable the fuck
became.  The looser I became the less my prostate was being mashed by the
immensity of his manhood.  Soon enough I was ready for whatever Ski had to
deliver.  And I let him know it.

"Gawd, my hole is so big!" I wailed.  "Fuck me harder!" I begged.  All hell
broke loose as he complied.  What started as a painful experience had
become a balls-out manfuck of incredible proportions.  Ski took control of
my hole and reamed it masterfully.  He slammed his full length into me as
if he were a man of average endowment.  Once buried he started rooting it
around, churning my guts.  "OH, FUCK YAH!  Batter my guts!" I wailed.

"Oh, fuck!  I'm never gonna last, Stud!"

"Do it, Ski!  Get your nut!" Armando said, getting into it.  I buried my
face in his furry butt and feasted on his sweaty crack.  Enhancing my
pleasure, my tongue moved through his mancrack and sought out his pucker.
When I found it, I pierced through and tasted that forbidden musk that only
a man's ass affords.  Ski was driving it home with tremendous force,
pushing Mando's butt down on my face.  The scent of his butt wafted through
my nostrils while the taste of him aroused my tastebuds.  Ski hadn't missed
the action going on between us.

"Oh, you fuckin' slut!" he rasped as he started his sprint for home.
"Lookit that.  Takin' dick at one end and eatin' ass at the other!  You
guys are too fuckin' much"

"Like that shit, Ski?" Armando asked.

"Oh, yah!  Gonna get off, Dude!"

"Gonna blow you load in his butt?" Armando teased.

"Fuck yah!  He's gonna take my cum!"

"Go for it, Ski!" Armando chided.  With that he swooped down and sucked the
entire length of my cock in his mouth.  That's about all it took for me.
That action started me down a quick and irreversible path toward getting my
nut.  The sensation caused my butthole to tighten up.

"Oh, fuck!  Gonna cum!" Ski warned.

"UMMMM!" was all Armando could say with his mouth full.

"Take it, you fuckin' slut!  Take my cum!" he spewed just before he shot.
That was all for me.  Locked and loaded, I fired salvos of semen that never
seemed to stop coming.  While I was in the throes of jetting my jizz, Ski
froze in place with his short and curlies rammed against my swollen and
tortured asslips.  "FUCKIN' SLUT!  CREAMIN' IN YOUR FUCKIN' SLUTHOLE!" he
wailed as he pumped what seemed like a quart of his nut butter into my
entrails.  What was probably the most exciting orgasm he'd had in eons sure
didn't last long.  No sooner had I felt the warmth of his shooting spooge
then he unceremoniously pulled out.  Inside of two seconds I went from a
hole that was larger than it had ever been to one that was gaping open
obscenely.  With that massive meat of his he nearly turned my entire fuck
tunnel inside out.

Armando had stopped sucking on my super sensitive cock and rolled off to
one side.  Ski was standing with my legs in his hands, his boner at a steep
angle toward the floor and his eyes transfixed on the hole he'd just
plugged.  He fingered it momentarily.

"You little fuckin' slut!" he grinned at me.  The tone of his voice made it
clear that meant that in a context of awe.  "Can't believe you took that!"
he continued as he turned and walked away.  When he reached the doorway, he
turned around again, shaking his head and said, "HOT fuckin' slut!" before
walking out.

Armando and I lay side by side looking at one another.  "You okay, Mijo?"
he asked.

"Yah.  The fucker dragged my guts out when he pulled out so quickly" I
informed, motioning toward my butt.  Armando reached down and felt my
sloppy slash.

"Gawd, that feels hot, Sean!" he said as his nostrils flared.  I recognized
that look.  A wave of lust had come over him.  He closed the distance
between our faces and planted a wet and open-mouthed kiss on me.  The man
was clearly aroused.  And because he was, I became so.  We rolled around on
the bed until he was on top of me and his unsheathed cobra was sliding up
and down my slick crack.  I knew he wanted to fuck.

"Gimmee a few minutes, Sarge and you can put it to me" I said.  He
continued to kiss me and work my neck and suck on my tits for several
minutes until he had me hard and willing once again.  Without even asking,
he slid his hardness into me.  What was normally a tight my butt gaped open
around his intrusion, taking pleasure from his rooting around for the
friction he desired so much.  In no time we were at full tilt on the fuck
scale.  I clung to him as he brutalized my butt.

My hole oozed the two loads of cum from my earlier hosings.  His cock
sluiced into my like a hot knife into butter.  Nearly exhausted, I lay
there, holding my legs in the air and let my Sergeant have his way with me.
I think he knew I wouldn't take dick at that pace for long, so he sprinted
for home without regard to whether I was coming along with him.  The last
thing I could have done at that moment was get another hardon.  I'd been
fucked so long and hard that I wondered if and when I'd get it up again.
What I did want was the awesome sensation of Mando's dick pushing in and
out of me.  Reaching down, I pulled my asshole open and pushed down from
inside.  I have no idea how long the man fucked me, but his fuck was so
powerful as to be animalistic.  Looking down at our union I could see my
distended asslips sucking against his hard shaft, alternately shucking and
sheathing his sensitive knob with it's protective foreskin.  When he
finally came, I looked up at him.  His tongue was hanging out of his mouth,
his eyes were crossed and his face had the most amazing look of contentment
on it.

After that heavy-duty action, I just lay there exhausted.  Armando went
down on me again but I begged him off.  I just wanted to take a shower
where I could rinse the fuck off and out of my body.  It had been hot but I
really needed to be clean once again.  Once clean and dry I realized just
how thirsty I was.  I ran into Kozinski in the Living Room on my way to the
refrigerator.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yah"

"How?"

"I dunno, Ski" I answered wearily.  "I just am."  Armando heard us talking
and came into the room.

"Hey" he said a little sheepishly.

"Hey" Kozinski answered.  We all sat in silence for a moment.  "Sorry I
broke in on your party, Guys" he said, breaking the ice.

"Yah, what's up with that?" Armando asked.

"An old buddy of mine called today and said he's coming here tomorrow.  So
I decided not to go to Hollywood.  We're gonna go to TJ"

"Tijuana?" I asked with surprise.  It's so sleazy.

"He loves it" Armando explained.

"You know, you Guys, you ought to close the door when you're gonna hump
each other" Ski teased.

"You asshole!" Armando said, throwing a pillow across the room at him.
More than a little tension was released by that action.

"When did you get home," I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"I dunno.  But I could hear you guys when I walked in the door.  I went to
my room to change clothes.  I tried to ignore the sounds but you guys were
really into it."  We looked at one another and smiled.  He continued, "Man,
I haven't been laid in so fucking long and even though you guys were doing
the Rump Ranger thing, it started to get to me.  Like I said before, the
door was open so I watched.  I gotta say it was a pretty hot scene"

"Well we're sorry you had to find out about us that way" Armando
apologized.

"Oh, hell.  I've known about you two for a long time" he interjected.

"You have?" Armando asked with surprise.

"Yah.  It's no big deal, Guys.  Really.  I've known you were doing the
nasty for weeks now"

"How?" I asked.

"Oh, c'mon now, Guys!" he laughed.  "Have you seen what's going on between
you two?"

"What do you mean?" Armando asked incredulously.

"It doesn't take a fucking genius to figure out that you two have had the
hots for one another from the start"

"It shows?" I asked.

"Well, it does to me.  I didn't know you before," he first motioned to me
then to Armando, "but this guy here's been a totally different person since
you've been around"

"Whaddaya mean by that?" Armando asked.

"Geez.  You were fucking miserable to be around, Dude.  Since this guy's
been around you've actually been pleasant"

"Really?" he asked.

"For sure," he said.  Turning to me he said, "Thanks, Sean"

"No problem"

"Oh, God!  Does Smythe know?" Armando asked.

"Are you kidding?  He's so fucking dumb you guys could fuck on the floor in
front of the TV and he wouldn't figure it out"

"You think so?" Armando asked.

"Shit.  You know him.  He's got a one-track mind.  If you cut his head
open, pussy would ooze out.  Don't worry about him.  Just keep it under
wraps guys"

"You ok with us?" Armando asked.  Kozinski laughed and threw the pillow
back at him.

"H-E-L-L-O !  I just fucked your boyfriend!" he said.  We all laughed.

"Are you------" Armando started to ask.

"----Gay?" Kozinksi completed the question.

"Bi" Armando corrected.

"I never gave it a thought before.  Guess I could be"

"And that doesn't bother you" Armando asked.  Coming from a man that had a
hard time coming out, it was a legitimate question.

"I never worry about those sorts of things.  Pussy will always be my main
diet.  Unfortunately, not being the best looking guy in the world means I
don't find much of it.  I'm not a fucking Adonis like you, you know!" he
teased Armando.

"Yah, but you get your share" Mando said.

"You'd be surprised, Dude.  A big percentage of the few women I get a
chance with are scared of this," he said, grabbing his crotch.

"That'll do it" I piped in.

"Yah.  I still wanna know how you can take it, you little fuckin' slut!" he
shot back at me.

"Don't call him that" Armando barked.  We all looked at one another.  The
outburst was a little surprising to Ski and I.

"It's ok." I said.  I knew the context in which Ski was using the word.

"No it's not" Armando shot back.  "I spent too many years of my life
feeling weird or cheap or guilty about my sexual orientation, and I don't
wanna hear any negative connotations regarding me or you.  Ok?"

"No problem" Ski respectfully said.  I just nodded my assent to Armando.

"So, Ski.  Whaddya do if you scare women off with that thing?" I asked,
changing the subject.

"Oh, every once in a while I find a real hoser that likes it"

"Is it such a curse?" I asked.

"It's pretty fucked up.  I've been hung like this since I've been 15.  All
the guys in school teased me about it"

"That bad, huh?"

"Fuckers called me `Poleski'.  Word got all over school and the name stuck.
I beat the shit out of more than a few guys for calling me that.  They just
started calling me that behind my back.  Even the girls got into it.  It
was fucked."  He was serious.  You could see that it had helped to form
part of his personality.  It gave great insight into who he was.

"So that's when you started fucking watermelons and farm animals?" Armando
asked.

"You're such a fucker" Kozinski laughed.  "I never fucked any farm animals.
My cousin fucked the farm animals" he corrected.

"WHAT?" I blurted out.

"Well, we lived on a farm and, you know, sometimes guys get a little
carried away with their 4H project" he explained with humor.

"Hell, I'm from West Texas, you don't have to tell me that" I chuckled,
"I'm talking about the watermelons."  Ski looked at Armando and blushed
beet-fucking red.

"Yah, I fucked watermelons" he confessed.  He was embarrassed.

"How.  And why?" I asked.

"Well, no girl was gonna let me fuck her and I got tired of jacking off all
the time.  So, one day I just cut a hole in a watermelon in the patch and
stuck my dick in it.  Kinda nice actually."

"Yah, he fucked `em all the time.  Says they get real warm just like a
pussy.  And they're pink inside to boot" Armando teased.

He shot daggers at Armando, "You're gonna pay for this" he warned with a
grin on his face.

"Yah" Armando challenged.

"Oh yah!  For a man that fucks men in the ass, you gotta lot of nerve
teasing me about something I did when I was a kid."  He was smiling but you
could see that Armando had perhaps gone a little too far.  "No offense to
you, Sean" Ski clarified.

"None taken, Ski" I laughed.  "Although if I'm not incorrect, you might
have become a buttfucker yourself tonight!"

"Touche!" he said.  "After that hot fuck, I just might have at that."  It
was real strange to hear a guy like Kozinski say that.

"Yah, right!" Armando said.

"Hey, who knows.  If I hear you two going at it again, I might be coaxed
into sloppy seconds again"

"Uh, I don't think you were exactly coaxed into anything tonight" I
admonished.

"Yah, well, whatever" he answered, closing the subject.


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