Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2007 19:28:20 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: new story: The Range Rover

Sorry for the delay in getting this episode out to the archives and
responding to some of your notes over the past couple months, but I've
been a bit "laid up" for a while and only recently got my laptop up
and running again as well.

To those of you who have written to let me know you've read and
enjoyed my stories so far, THANK YOU.  It's always great to hear from
you guys (and, believe-it-or-not, even a couple of gals !).   I hope
you enjoy this one as well and hope to hear your comments as well.

Now let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ...   This story
contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between consenting
adult males.  If you are under 18 or in a geo-political area that
prohibits this type of literature, or you are offended by homo-erotic
story themes, please, go click on your "Back" button!!!

Otherwise, read on, maybe `steam it up' a bit..   and most of all, I
hope you enjoy it all.


The Range Rover       by CNJShore9

As I said at the end of my last episode, the last couple weeks of
Basic Training were not really anything to write home about.

I finished the 8-week program and got a 7-day leave on my way to my
next duty station (in Georgia) where I was going to go through another
8-week `torture' called AIT (Advanced Individual Training . or in my
case Advanced Infantry Training).  It was during this second training
period that you were went from just a know-nothing private out of
basic to a know-nothing private with an MOS (Military Occupational
Specialty).  I would soon be a certified `light weapons infantryman'
with an MOS of 111 -- which was soon to become re-named 11B (wow!!
What a change!).  Freely translated that meant "ground pounding
`grunt'", "foot soldier", or "the most likely to end up with a bullet
in your ass".

After a quick trip home to see the family I found myself in a barracks
identical to the one I had been in during basic, only this time, it
was always covered with a thin layer of fine, red Georgia clay dust.
Same bunks, same privacy (or lack thereof), same 5:30am formation with
exercises and the `long run' and same mess hall, etc.. The first
couple weeks were so much the same, I can't even separate them in my
memory from the weeks before.  But that was to change - sort of -
before too long.

It was already the 3rd week of training, and we were back on the rifle
ranges.  We were still firing our same M-14's, but at least we were
now being introduced to a few other weapons in the arsenal.  This
particular day, and I'm not sure even if it was a Tuesday or
Wednesday, it seemed that `they'(the range personnel and our own
company cadre) were trying to see just how slowly they could make the
day go by!!  As it was, my platoon was off the firing line and just
lying around under the few trees trying to avoid a little of the
piercing, hot Georgia sun, wandering around hoping to make your own
wind that might evaporate some of the quarts of sweat running down
your chest and back under your fatigue shirt, and seeing how much
water you could filter and transfer from the lister bag and canteen
cup out through either your pores or your kidneys.

I had been hanging around the tree line that ran over by the latrine
and finally succumbed to the urge to release a little of the `used
water'.  Although I wasn't purposely trying to, I guess I walked
rather quietly around the backside of the latrine and to the door on
the far side, because as I opened it, the guy that was sitting in
there at the far hole (yes .. the old "4-holer" !) was still pumping
his iron-hard cock as I stepped in.

I'm really not sure who was more surprised.  Me, having not seen
anyone go toward there for a while, so expecting it to be empty - or
him with his handful of rigid, red-tipped, meat that looked to be
within seconds of shooting.

"Awwww, fuck!" he muttered as he tried, for the most part
unsuccessfully, to push his not-so-flexible cock down between his legs
and into the hole below.   Let's face it, that cock was about to blow
and had at least twice the tensile strength of steel.  To overpower
that babe would have taken more than a mega-machine!!  .and by then, I
had gained more than just a quick glance at a really inviting piece of
flesh!!

For once, I didn't try to pretend I hadn't seen anything, or to just
pass it off.  Thruthfully, I really wanted to see more of that taste-
tempting - from first glance - very nice looking piece of young male
meat.  In fact, I got even a bit forward for me. Usually, I would have
turned beet red and backed out, but after several weeks of celibacy, I
was getting horny enough to jump a slow moving jack rabbit!!

"Don't worry, guy," I said in my most casual tone, as I dropped my
fatigue trousers and GI-issue skivvies around my ankles and sat down
at the second hole.  That left a safely unoccupied hole between us;
and there I was, looking forward out the screened area in front of me.
"We all need to do that around here," I continued, "don't mind me.
You wouldn't be the first guy I've seen pound his fucking meat in the
last 10 weeks - or last 10 years, for that matter -- and you're sure
not the first guy that's done it in here," I continued as I pointed to
the wall in front of me and the numerous dripping stains on the porous
wood.  "Damn!" I exclaimed as I looked up a bit and saw the dried
spots a couple feet above the wood in the screen itself.  "That would
have been one to see shoot! .   In fact, I was in here yesterday,
myself!  . and had kinda hoped that I'd be able to do it again today."

Looking over toward him, I saw him looking at me with a mixture of
`what the fuck?' and `are you for real?' written across his face.  I
could also see that he had been totally unsuccessful at jamming his
cock down between his legs.  It was now pointing straight out toward
the front wall and screen.  The still engorged head poking well out
beyond his hand.  As I looked over, I saw the wood-hard staff jerk and
rise slightly as the head swelled and then shrunk back to where it
was. A slight moan escaped through the other guys nose and he
instinctively pushed his hand forward over the shaft.

That's when I saw the foreskin that had been caught behind the nice
coronal ridge at the base of that juicy looking head slip forward and
begin to cover it.  "Oh, fuck!" I murmured.  My breath caught as I
watched that skin sheath move forward and envelop the head until there
was a quarter-inch pucker closed and sticking beyond the slit.  As it
moved, a ray of sunshine glistened off the tip giving away the fact
that there was a drop of sweet nectar trapped in the lips of that
hooded beauty.  "Oh, fuck!!!" I whispered.  This time a little louder
than I would have liked it to be.

As I looked up from the attention-grabbing man tool, I saw the guy
looking directly at me - eye-to-eye.  Busted!!!  And how!!!  At that
point I leaned back slightly and my now tumescent, throbbing cock
popped up from between my legs and pointed to the ceiling.  Grabbing
it with my right hand, I stroked it slowly and, sure enough, my own
drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit in my swollen, cut, cockhead.

That was the ice-breaker . and boy did the ice melt !!!  Looking down
at my cock and then back up to my face, the other guy raised his cock
from between his legs and began to slowly stroke his in rhythm to my
own movements.  His eyes moving back and forth between my cock and my
face, he stood slightly and moved over to the hole next to me.
Without a word we both released our own manhood and reached over to
touch, hold, and stroke the other's.

As I pulled his foreskin back over the head and watched that bluish-
pink, nearly purple, smooth, shining head appear from it's sheath of
pink skin, I felt my own cock swell and another dollop of its cock
juice poured from the swollen slit lips.  He slid his hand up my
raging boner and with his thumb he captured that slick droplet and
began to rub it around the top of my hard rubber cockhead.  I leaned
back momentarily, my eyes closed, and moaned, giving him no doubt as
to my level of satisfaction with his ministrations.  It felt soooo
damned good!!!

Because my eyes were closed to other distractions, my mind flooded
with the image of the hot, throbbing, cock in my left hand - of it's
feel - soft on the outside but rigid as an iron rod inside.  I moved
my hand upward and felt the foreskin covering the head.  I could feel
the outline of the corona through the skin and knew I wanted more of
it.  Lots more of it!!!

Without thinking or even hesitating, I leaned forward and to my left
as I opened my eyes and simply engulfed that delicious looking cock
into my hungry mouth.  I heard a sharp intake of breath and then a
slow moan over my head.  He immediately responded by raising his hips
and giving me that much more access to his enflamed tool.  I pushed my
face forward until I could feel his wiry pubic bush scratching against
my lips, and I could smell the masculine mix of musk and other odors
rising from his treasure.

I hadn't really paid much attention to its size before.  It had
appeared pretty much average - somewhere in the 6-7 inch class, not
too thick, but a nice mushroom head with a definite slope and flare -
but now I knew that it was simply a `perfect fit' in my mouth.  I had
it all the way to the base and the end was just probing the entry to
my throat.  As I worked up and down on it, I paid special attention to
working my tongue around the shaft and then caressing the `v' spot
just before it disappeared under the upriding foreskin. It just tasted
like it belonged there in my mouth!  There is nothing like the taste
of a man's body parts - all of them!  The particular sensations of a
hot, hard prod against your tongue.  The taste and feel of a sexually
aroused arm pit or neck.  All these parts have their own wonderful
effect on a guy that really likes the taste, feel, and response of
another man.

"Oh, fuck!" I heard him groan, as he leaned back and bucked his crotch
up into my face.  "Oh.... fuck!!!" he repeated.  "Ohhhhhhhh....damn,
that's good!  Keep it up and I'm gonna blow the fucking back out of
your head!  Oh, yeah!! Man. oh, yeah!"

I just doubled my sucking efforts and kept swirling my tongue around
the shaft and the head, stopping at the last second to nibble on the
extra loose skin nippled over the tip, then driving my tongue inside
and under the hood to work on the head that much more.  All the while
this guy was pumping out cock nectar like squeezing on an overripe
apricot.  His hips were dancing under him and driving his cock deep
and all around inside my hungry hoover lips.

"Ohhhh, shittttt!  I'm getting there!!  I'm getting close!!!" he
blurted.  "Awwww, fuckkkkkk!  Awwwwwww. man. I'm gonna cum.  Suck it,
man.  Suck it!  Lemme shoot that load!!!"

"Not yet, you won't," I responded.  "I want that juice somewhere
else."

With that I double-coated his cock with a mouthful of saliva, lifted
off his cock, stood up, moved over in front of him and sat down on his
lap, impaling myself on that horny, hard tool poking up from between
his thighs.  "Ohhhhh, fuck!!!  Yesssss!" I moaned as I started to
bounce up and down on his lap.  "Ohhhhhh, fuccckkkkk...yessssss.
Now!! Juice my ass, babe!!  Juice my ass good!!"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed my cock with his right
hand and started to pound it like there was going to be no tomorrow!!
His left hand was rubbing up and down my chest and stopping now and
again to twist or pinch a nipple.  His face was buried into the right
side of my neck and was rubbing his stubble all over the area where my
neck met my shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, babe... pork my ass with that hot fucking rock of your's.
Lemme know I've got a man in there!!  Pound it and fill my guts, babe.
Let's feel that hot man lava of your's as it paints my insides!
Spooge me good!! Yeah, babe.  Lemme have that juice!!  C'mon, man,
poke it up there and flood my mancunt with your white pearly cum.  Go
to it, man!! Go to it!!"

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkk!!!  You hot bitch!  Ride that pony, you hungry
cunt!!  Suck that juice out of my balls and drain them babies up your
tight, hot ass!!"  With that I felt him grab my right earlobe between
his lips and teeth and bite down.  Then his tongue began its assault
on the side of my neck, moving back up to the ear.

I started to shiver with ecstacy!!  My whole body began to tremble and
I broke into a sweat other than the one from the midday Georgia sun!!
I was going out of control!  I don't remember ever having felt quite
like this.  It had to be a combination of all the elements - the
situation, the danger, the general excitement, a guy that obviously
knew what he was doing, and a cock that I just wanted emptied into me
from the first moment I saw it!!

My eyes were clamped shut as my brain reeled in overload from all the
sensations.  I kept mentally imaging that beautiful cock of his
sliding in and out through my tight sphincter, his foreskin being
pushed back and uncovering the head as it drove it's way in, then
being pulled forward as it retreated, until only the shrouded head was
still inside me as my ass ring locked under the flared corona.

At that point he lifted me and stood up, bending me forward so that I
was grabbing the slight ledge that separated the wooden wall from the
screened area above.  His hands were on each side of my waist as he
pounded away at my backside.  Although I had never actually seen them,
I could feel his balls bouncing onto the back of mine as he buried his
fleshy ramrod in all the way to his pubes.  They must have been nice
sized to do that.  .and hopefully, they are really full and ready!!!

Then somehow I was at and over the edge before I even realized that it
was near.  "MMmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhh.....
Nnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" I shuddered and was totally
incapable of uttering any understandable or articulated word.  I
arched back against the manly form behind me.  I felt the heat of his
breath against the side of my face.  I pulled forward once more and
then drove my ass back down onto that spike of delight as I felt my
ass tighten, my legs go stiff, and my balls explode!!!

That's when I felt him grab me tightly at the top of both thighs and
drive himself  still further up into me.  Shit! I could actually feel
his cock swell to even greater size inside me as it started to erupt
streams of viscous hot spooge, filling my cum-hungry ass to record
levels with that delightful batter.  I could feel his shaft jerk and
jump against my hole, then the head would swell and stretch my inner
muscles as I knew his ejaculation was flooding deeper and deeper.  He
must have felt it flowing around his exposed head and coating the
velvety soft skin of his pole.

He didn't make a sound.  He just kept slowly pumping, pounding and
draining his stored supply of boiling jizm into my cavern, until he
just stopped all movement.  He didn't even seem to be breathing.

Then he took a deep breath in.  "Awwwwwww. fuckkkkkkkkk!" he
whispered.  "Awwwwww. mannnn!!  Awwwwwwww. m'god .... that was totally
fucking awesome!!!"

I just leaned back, put my face next to his head and nodded, "unhunh.
fucking awesome!!!"

Then it seemed that realization came to both of us at once.

"Gotta get out of here before someone comes in," he muttered.

"Yeah," I agreed.  That's when I looked up and saw the what appeared
to be a gallon of cum now dripping down the wall in front of where we
had been `sitting' - and the splotch well up on the screen too !!
wow!!  When I said my balls exploded, I wasn't kidding!!!  Grabbing
some toilet paper, I did a quick wipe up and tossed it into the hole.

In the meantime, we had both managed to get our fatigue trousers back
up and belted, but, damn!, it looked like we had both just been doused
with a bucket of water.  We were drenched in hot sexy sweat!!  Oh,
well.  Two minutes out in the Georgia sun and it would dry and then be
re-sweated !!

As he started out the door, I noticed that he was wearing the insignia
of a specialist.  Oh, shit!  He's permanent party - not a trainee.
Oh, well. what the hell.  A bit late now to worry about that.  But I
was curious (and actually a bit hopeful for possible things to come
(cum?) again), so I asked, "You on range staff or from my company
cadre?"

Hesitating a moment, as though not sure whether to continue or just
keep walking, he turned back toward me and answered, "I'm from the
company.  Haven't you seen me in the chow line?  That's why I'm out
here.  I'm one of your cooks.  I'm here with your afternoon break
snacks.  Name's Holloway."

All I could say was .  "No shit!!!  A cook!!"


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