Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2003 22:44:34 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Airman Orgy

Airman Orgy
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

The following contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. If
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Airman Orgy


As I jostled with the key to the hotel room door, I could sense the
excitement and tension of the four men behind me. They weren't saying a
word, but I could hear their heavy, sexed-up breathing over the tinned
Muzak in the hallway. Goddamn if this wasn't going to be the hottest night
of mansex on record. And as a man of 40, I'd seen my share.


The door swung open and the room was pretty run of the mill, with a slight
musty smell. I opened the windows while the men all got comfortable. I
didn't give a fuck about the room however, as long as we had the king size
bed in the middle of it.

Three of the men were airmen from the local base.  Didn't know their names,
just three stud-built enlisted fucks. All tall, all packed with beefy but
graceful bods that no 22 year olds should have. I had known by the look in
their eyes they hadn't had so much as a jerk off in days, who knows how
long it had been since their last liberty and a proper lay.

The fourth in our party was Jake Prescott. Just turned 18, hot as shit
kid. Blonde, blue-eyes, the boy next door type. And enough muscle on his
frame and stubble on his face that he didn't get carded half the time.
Jake played ball all through high school, and was star running back by his
senior year. Made All State Champion, just like his dad had done years ago.


Now Jake's arms lifted above his head as he peeled off his tight Valley
High Cougars T-shirt off his brawny ballplayer frame. The powerful, rippled
torso was covered with a pelt of fine, blonde hair. You could hear the
drunk, horny airmen gasp as they plopped on the bed and removed their
regulation patent leather shoes. I sat down in one of the armchairs,
waiting for one hell of a show.

I wasn't disappointed. Jake stood in the middle of the room, first eyeing
me, then looking over at the three men who lay back on the bed in nearly
full uniform, their horny gaze locked on this perfect jock boy. Slowly,
absently, the kid ran his hand up and down his torso, fluffing the downy
chest hair and teasing the nipples to erection.

"Hot little fucker," one of the enlisted men grunted, rubbing his ample
crotch.

"Yeah," said the barrel chested Italian-looking airman next to him.  "The
kid's got me all boned up," he whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."  The two men turned and met, their mouths opening up for a quick
but deep man-to-man kiss. The man in the middle of the bed then turned and
locked his mouth on the dirty-blonde airman next to him. The three studs
took turns, alternating deep-spit kisses with their attention to Jake.

Jake gave me a quizzical look. I just nodded and he hooked his fingers in
this shorts. I didn't think he would be able to slide them off, his cock
stood rigid and proud. In addition to a perfect jock body, Jake has a
perfect dick - an eight inch rammer, thick and cylindrical. Nice, juicy
head. It was all framed by a full crotch of blonde pubes and a nice, round
hairy nutsac stuffed with two man-sized testicles.

The airmen just moaned as Jake stepped out of his shorts, showing off his
goddamned perfection to the men.  This was more than they expected or even
hoped for. Like a wildcat, the football star recoiled his brawny body
slightly then pounced on the bed. I thought the bed would give way from the
weight of four muscle hunks, but it held steady as the four horndogs
writhed around on the bed.

Jake met each man in a hot, measured kiss, lapping at the guy's corded
neck, stubbled chin and hot, rough mouth. He groped at the men's uniforms,
kneading their hard cocks through the tight polyester-wool-blend material
and groping at the massive pecs stretching their pressed cotton shirts. He
would undo a couple of buttons on one airman's shirt then turn his
attention to another man.


These military fucks were taking their liberties with Jake's jock bod as
well. Each time Jake would climb onto the reclining frame of one of the
airmen, the other two would run their hands up and down the young stud's
backside, caressing, grabbing even slapping the taut muscle. Jake would
respond by moaning into the mouth of whichever stud he was kissing and by
hiking up his perfect assglobes for inspection.

These boys didn't pass up a golden opportunity. One after another they
cupped the athlete's fine butt in their wide hands, sizing up the bounty in
their possession. Then their fingers would dip in, sliding down the
blonde-fuzzed crack, down further deep into the cleft, then right over
Jake's sensitive asspucker. The boy was fucking out of control by now,
going frantically from one airman to the next, massaging the stud's
uniform, grabbing the hard-as-a-crowbar military dick through the tight
blue uniform trousers. The men responded in turn, attacking the young man
all at once, from all sides, plastering his upper body football-built
muscle with hot, wet urgent kisses.

This was getting too damn hot for me. I looked down at my full, aching
crotch. I moved my hand to the blue uniform zipper and lowered. An ordinary
action, but somehow now it felt different, nastier. Cause I knew what it
meant. Why my dick was aching to get free. Sticking my hand in through the
fly, I circled my fingers around the meaty cockshaft and gave a quick
tug. The turgid staff stood free, growing stiffer in its newfound freedom.

Jake was really tearing the uniforms off these men by now. Their shirts
were now all unbuttoned or even completely removed. Three burly chested
airmen writhed and ground their bodies next to the young athlete's feeling
the wonderful fuck sensation of hot male flesh against flesh. Jake's big
cock was leaving a trail of pre-fuck slime all over the men's uniforms.

Those uniforms wouldn't stay on much longer. I don't remember whose pants
were the first to be undone, but Jake fucking groaned when he saw the
cock. Nice, thick specimen of US Air Force dick. Wrapping his ballplayer
hand around the staff, he surveyed the massive proportions. "Damn...are all
you boys hung like bulls?"

"Why don't you find out, kid?" growled another of the airmen, reaching down
to undo his trousers and pull out his own distended fuck battering ram. Not
quite as big, but still a formidable piece hung between the airman's hairy
thighs.

"Man," Jake whispered, then turned his gaze to the third airman. The young,
hunky ballplayer reached forward and tugged at the waist of the uniform
pants, pulling them toward him as he fumbled with the button and
zipper. The man, inebriated with sexual desire, lifted his butt and allowed
the younger man to pull his body toward him. Undoing the trousers, Jake
tugged and with a fierce, quick motion, had the remnants of the guy's
uniforms gathered around his ankles. This prick was meaty, full,
thick. Jake's hand could barely wrap around the overheated tool.

Jake took a second to admire the musclebound enlistee in his grip. I
watched as the athlete's backside undulated and clenched and could tell
that Jake was thrusting his hardon against the hairy trail between the
guy's ass and balls. By the sounds of the splayed air force hunk, I could
tell the guy was enjoying the hard teen jock dick.

In an assured, cocky gesture, Jake turned his head and nodded to one of the
airmen who were now kneeling on the bed and stroking their cocks in time to
the butt clenches of the jock god in front of them. "Where the fuck is the
lube?" he growled.

"Yeah kid," groaned one of the men while the other reached behind him to
grab a bottle off the bedside table. Then came that incredibly hot
succession of noises that a man like myself lives for: the pop of the cap,
the gasping squirt of the bottle, and the sound of a horned up airman being
force fed a mansized cock up his tight, butch ass.

Jake didn't go easy, but he definitely had practice. Roughly, he jabbed
that ballplayer prick into the zoomie's guts, holding still at each thrust
inward, then backing out slightly only to fuck more right in. The enlistee
must have had some practice in this department as well - he took this fuck
way too well for a virgin. Cause soon Jake was really letting loose. With
his upper body his simulated push-ups as his lower body ground that eight
incher over and over into the man beneath him.  The man just moaned in fuck
heat and ground his hips back, wrapping his powerful legs around this jock.

My cock was leaking by now, and leaking hard. My uniform shirt had a
fucking huge wet spot spread around my sternum.  "Fuck him!" I barked, as I
removed my tie, spread my legs and leaned back to enjoy the show.

The boy took my orders and started pounding ass even harder. The slapping
of flesh against flesh filled the room with one obscene, droning
sound. That and the choked grunts coming from the other men's mouths. I
don't think I'd ever seen grown men salivate like that.

It was only minutes before Jake got swept up in the sensations of freshly
penetrated military-stud butt. "Holy fucking christ! Take that nut, man.
Gonna blow...FUCK!" For a kid his age, he sure had a deep, loud bellow.

A couple of jackrabbit thrusts and the boy locked his hips, holding onto
the airman as his balls pumped their juice into USAF property. "Yeah guy,"
he muttered between deep breaths, "filling you up good."

When he was done, he slowly lifted himself up, extracting his cock from a
tight, vicelike grip in the process. You could even hear the pop when the
flared head cleared free of the sphincter's grip. Amazingly, that jock dick
sprung straight up, still hard as a railroad spike. It was an obscene
sight, eight inches of jock power covered in the airman's ass juices and a
thick pearly sheen of fresh jock jism.

The kid stood up on his knees, cock erect, his chest forward in pride as he
put his hands on his hips and surveyed his conquest below. The airman
hadn't had time to drop his knees before one of the others got into
position and started licking the freshly fucked crack. I watched as once
more the fuckee's eyes rolled into the back of his head, as he got a tongue
worshipping like they can only give in the Force.

Jake was distracted enough by the sight that he barely noticed that the
third man had gotten behind him and was now encircling the tight jock bod
with his brawny arms.  Down between the airman's legs was the biggest cock
of the three, hard and all slicked up with lube. I had a good guess where
that dick was going.

"Sir?" It was the airman, looking my way. Asking permission.


"Yeh." I croaked. This was too goddamned hot. "Fuck 'im. Fuck 'im with that
big piece of enlisted cock you got. Hard. I wanna hear the boy talking
about it tomorrow, you hear?"

The look of deference and respect on his face gave way to a toothy smirk
and a steely gaze of unmitigated lust. "Sir, yes, Sir!" That prick was
already on its way between the boy's firm buns and precision guided its way
into tight, jock hole.

"Fuckin' amazing ass!" the airman cried.

The jock boy rolled his head up, his piercing blue eyes locking with
mine. "Ah dad, he's fucking me! Big goddamned cock!" My son certainly
wouldn't be an English major, but with a dick and an ass and a body like
his, I couldn't give a fuck about how well-spoken he was.

"Damn straight, he's fucking you, son. That butt of yours is driving these
men crazy." I was teasing Jake as he took a first-class pounding at his
backdoor. He was sweating and struggling to accommodate the mammoth meat
sawing in and out of his guts. But I could tell he was enjoying every
goddamned minute of this. My fatherly pride swelled as I watched my boy
take cock like a real man.

My dick swelled, too. I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up and walked
toward the bed, my large cock swaying in front of me. My son gulped as he
watched each deliberate step and every move of his father's manmeat. His
short blonde hair was by now matted in sweat built up from two
regulation-strength fucks. Beads of perspiration collected on his high
forehead. With a paternal grip, I reached down and ran my hand over the top
of his head while he opened up for his dad.

Fortunately, I'm not a thick man. Jake had no problem popping my pre-jizz
soaked cockhead in his wet, jock mouth. And I knew he'd have no problem
with the length, even though I'm far bigger than average on that
count. Let's just say my boy had had plenty of practice blowing his old
man, and in this revved up, super-sexed state he was in, he would be able
to deep throat me without trouble.  Just in case, I gripped his head and
started taking control of the pace, sometimes doubling the fuckthrusts that
the randy airman was delivering from behind, sometimes screwing my hard
cock in on the downbeat to the enlistees upthrust. It was one hell of a
production, let me tell you, seeing my boy get his face pounded while some
stud I had only seen walking around base took liberties with his perfect,
fuckable ass.

Even for an oversexed teen jock, there's only so much a guy can take. After
five minutes of deep-throat face fucking, I pulled out my spit-shined nine
incher and let my boy have it. Gripping the base, I slapped his right
cheek, then moved my cock over his face and slapped the left side. Loud,
smacking noises resonated, over the fuck grunts of the airmen, over the
rutting sounds of the other two men coupling inches away from us on the
bed. Again. I pounded Jake's angelic visage, feeling more and more juice
seep from my dick head , wetting him up in combination with his own fresh
saliva.

"Oh dad!" he cried. I dick slapped him again, harder. "I'm getting it
fucked out of me. Ah, goddamn!"

Even through the material of my uniform, I could feel my son's hot spunk
spray against my legs. Full, thick load, soaked me from mid thigh down. The
next time my wet cockhead touched his smooth-shaven cheek, my pissslit
opened up and out shot my own deluge of USAF Captain spunk. I fucking
drowned the boy in his dad's muck. The idea that it was the same white-hot
seed that sired him only turned me on more, making my orgasm deep and my
cumload seemingly endless.


I'd even hosed my son's fucker. Thick globs of cum clung to his burly
chest. "Oh, Captain...getting me so wet... shit, I'm spraying too. Deep in
your boy's ass."

"Yeah," I muttered under my breath. "Wet my boy down."


After he hosed Jake good, I bent down and pressed my lips against my
son's. the boy's mouth opened up as he let his dad's tongue in for a deep,
birthday kiss. Jake was a man now.