Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 16:58:39 +0200
From: Dampies Dampis <dampies1960@gmail.com>
Subject: SHEEP IN WOLF'S CLOTHING 5

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I easily fell asleep in Ben's arms because I felt safe and protected. And
yes, you may have remembered from chapter one that I'm also called Ben, but
that wasn't an issue, as the guys started out calling me "moffie"  (queer)
or "mofgat" (queer-ass) as an insult, and when they grew to first
accept, and then like me, carried on with the label, but the intention
changed.

Like Ben they also sometimes called me "gay boy" and I quite liked that
too. Although nothing gave away the fact that I was gay, besides the fact
that I didn't hide it, I was their barracks queer and I enjoyed a special
protected status.  Not that, one-on-one, I really needed protection, but it
was nice to know that my buddies had my back. On the occasion that some
dick from another platoon fucked with me, they were quick to surround me
and the offender would usually back off.

But back to bed. I know that, if you're a "jags" (horny) queer like me, you
are wondering if anything happened between big Ben and me. I'm tempted to
let you stew in your juices (pardon the pun!) but that's not the point of
letting you in on this tale. So the story continues...

I woke up in the middle of the night (actually, closer to morning as we had
settled down so late after the serial inspections) and Ben and I hadn't
changed positions. The bunk was too small for that. I basically had my face
in his armpit and he was breathing on the top of my head. I woke up because
there was a truncheon poking me in my tummy. Ben had a hard-on in his sleep
and he was rhythmically fucking whichever part of me was closest. I felt
the slow poke of a huge erection slide up and down my abdomen, and although
it was still covered, there was no mistaking that it was a serious tool.

Being gay and not having had sex for months to say the least, I HAD to
explore his dick, so I gently worked my right hand in between our bodies
and gingerly pulled the elastic of his boxers down. I wrapped my hand
around the head (which was impressive) and felt the telltale easy slide
down of the foreskin on an uncut cock!

Now, you have to know that at that point there was no turning back for me.
Make no mistake, I myself am cut, but when faced with an uncircumcised
penis, I start drooling at the mouth like an idiot. Ben groaned a bit in
his sleep and involuntarily thrust upwards into my warm hand. He was also
leaking pre-cum, as I discovered when I brought my hand up to my nose to
smell the scent of his foreskin on my palm.

I quickly returned my hand to his cock to minister to it with reverence. It
felt to be very thick, since my hand couldn't close around it. When I
followed the shaft downwards, I went a long way before I encountered his
balls, which, upon further inspection, were large and hairy. I had my hand
gripped around the root of his cock in his pubes, which were surprisingly
soft, knowing how wiry the hair on his scalp was.

Ben was, by this time, thrusting into my hand in all earnestness, and I was
in heaven. The only thing that could improve my current situation was if he
would let me suck him, or fuck me.

"Suig my piel, Bennie," Ben growled softly in my ear. (Suck my cock, Bennie)

So the burly Afrikaner was awake and I was going to get my wish! He turned
onto his back and easily took me with him so I was lying on top of him, our
two erections, his giant, hard pole, and my respectable but more average
seven inches, trapped between our bodies.

I made as if to move down to comply, but he stopped me and held my face
between his two huge hands, and started to gently kiss me. We made out
noisily for a while, his stubble scraping against my own in the uniquely
painful yet exquisitely sensual meeting of male beards while kissing, one
of the things without which I couldn't imagine that making out would be
worthwhile...

#His mouth was wet and big and he engulfed me in a squishy, warm, soft
kiss, which almost had me fainting. This man knew how to use his mouth. Not
like the half-licking, half dueling shit you see on porn when straight guys
who are "gay for pay" are forced to do something against their nature. No,
this was a deeply sensual, sensuous kiss that had my heart beating with
passion and whimpering into his mouth.

Although I was on top of him, he was in charge and I was putty in his
hands. He had his paws on the back of my neck and was pushing me deeper
into his mouth, almost like he wanted to devour me. I didn't know if he was
gay or not, and it didn't matter. He was into me at this time, and I was
not complaining. I had secretly fantasized about just this situation for
all the months since we had met, and although he was never cruel to me, he
had never given me any reason to believe that my dream would come true.

While he was kissing me I had his club of a cock in my hand and he was
fucking into my clenched palm. He was leaking pre-cum so it was slick and
slid in my hand as if in a cunt. I could feel the power of his hips
transferred through his fuck-stick, as he literally lifted me up every time
he pushed.

I loved the kissing but I had a yearning to suck on this prize dick. I
pulled away from him most reluctantly and turned around so that I could
worship his prong. All else faded when I fumbled my way down. Ben threw the
blanket over so that we were completely exposed. #There was some moonlight
pouring into the window and in the pale aura the object of my desire and
adoration was lit. Ben was a leaker, and dollops of clear viscous fluid
burped out of the tip of the glossy member from the piss slit.

I put my tongue out and licked from the base upwards and ended with a
silver bow of pre-cum that tasted like nectar. Then I opened wide and put
my warm mouth over the huge head. Ben hissed and couldn't stop himself from
thrusting upwards into my eager mouth.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven until I felt Ben's huge hands cup
my plump ass cheeks and knead around my hole through the thin material. He
pulled me closer to his face and pulled my boxers downwards. I lifted my
ass up to enable him to expose my bum hole. When he had done so he breathed
lightly on my exposed anus, ruffling the surrounding hair in an erotically
enticing manner. Then sniffed deeply and appreciatively before plunging in
and rimming me fit to drive me to instant orgasm. The rough scruff of his
stubble on my sensitive ass lips and the surrounding taint and cheeks and
then his strong tongue worming it's way into my bottom had me quite
breathless with horniness.

"Ben, can I ask you something?" I ventured, taking his cock out of my mouth
for a moment, whispering so we wouldn't be heard, although I suspected if
somebody was awake it would be clear to him what was going on.

"Sure Bennie." he murmured, while he licked his thick index finger and
teased my hole, before plunging it in up to the first knuckle.

"But I think I know what you want... You want me to fuck your sweet little
hole?" I nodded with his fuck-pole against my cheek, my stubble scratching
it deliciously. He groaned and thrust against it.

In answer he pulled me upwards so that his cock slid out of my hand.
I worked his boxers down, flipped around again so that I could put my knees
between his to get purchase to work my hole down towards his missile. He
sniffed my hole out with the copiously leaking tip of his awesome dick. I
spread my cheeks so that his natural lube and the spit he had deposited
there with his tongue could really do the job. The slick, shiny head of his
uncut cock felt so amazing against my asshole. I rotated my hips to start
to work it into my rosebud, and pushed outwards to open up. He was making
appreciative noises in my ear and I was leaning forward and nuzzling his
neck. His hungry penis was like a heat-seeking missile and my asshole was
like a ravenous anemone that needed to be filled.

While he kissed me hungrily the head of his penis started entering me.
First the foreskin slid back over the head and ushered the glistening
pre-cum lubed helmet into my waiting hole. My ass lips expanded and I took
a quick breath. Ben groaned into my mouth as more of him slid deeper into
me. His huge column entered me like a branch of a tree, filling me to
capacity, stretching my asshole wider and wider...

Whereas my straight lover had restrained himself to this point, as I had
lowered my ass down his shaft, he now started thrusting gently, pushing in
and pulling back, and the friction of his dick against my ass lips was
driving me wild with lust. I bit into his neck and whimpered my
appreciation. With every thrust he entered my bowels more deeply and
rearranged whatever he found there to suit the path that his male organ
needed. At last I was settled with my ass lips touching his pubes and I
couldn't believe that I have slid that club into my fuck hole.

Ben was beginning to thrust in all earnestness and grunting into my neck.
He had his arms around my neck and was holding me in place so the he could
penetrate as deeply as possible. No kissing now, just fucking and it was
just what I needed. The steel hard column of his cock shaft secured me and
rooted me to life. The smooth passage of his ridged cock in me through my
portal signaled sanity and safety.

Ben picked up speed and every time he thrust in me I grunted with the
delicious force of his virile penetration. I could sense that his urgency
was increasing as his cock, incredibly, thickened even more and he bunny
fucked me with short sharp fucks. Every time he hit my fuck button and I
felt my own orgasm build. I started to ejaculate and the spasms of my
contracting asshole sent him over the edge. He thrust deep into me and held
his thick dick in me while he shot spurt after spurt of sperm into
me, seeding and breeding my hungry gay hole with his straight rod. I was
biting his neck again, and I knew that there would be marks as evidence of
our sex.

"Jissis Ben, jy's awesome!" (Jesus Ben, you're awesome) I whispered, when
we finally calmed down. When I came to my senses, I became aware of several
squeaking beds all through the barracks, as guys who had been listening to
us fuck, came and grunted their own hotness out.

"Fuck, next time you must sell tickets!" Wessels quipped from across the
room.

I lifted myself off Ben's softening dick. Cum poured down my leg and pooled
on his crotch.

"Come and lick the cum from my asshole," I found myself saying in a joke.

"If I had legs I would be there in a shot, baby!" Wessels answered.

"I'll help out," and there was Tobie, a stocky redhead, who like Ben, had
one leg. I felt a warm breath on my ass cheeks and then his hungry lips
suckled from my hole. He pigged out noisily, and I hear a renewed chorus of
fucks and shits as several others shot their loads.

Men. Gay or straight? No, just men.