Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 14:58:47 -0500
From: Dare Santee <daresantee@gmail.com>
Subject: Servicing the Guys - Chaper 2 - Gay Military

Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy.
It contains depictions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If
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Servicing The Guys

Chapter 2

My dreams are peaceful. Opening my eyes I gaze up into the rafters of
our barracks. And then last night comes back to me. Lee is gone.
Looking at the clock beside my rack it says 8:30am. The alarm has been
shut off. "Shit!" I should have been at my work station a half hour
ago. Swinging my legs onto the floor I leap up.

"Private sir?" a younger voice queries from a crack in the curtain at
the entrance of my cubicle. It's the youngest of the teen Arab workers
who help their dad with cleaning, cooking, and general maintenance of
the buildings for us.

"Why didn't someone wake me? And don't call me sir. My name is Celt,"
I'm irritated and scold as if it's the young fellows fault.

"Sargent Fallen made everyone keep quiet and not wake you," the boy
says. "You aren't going to work today in the office he said. I'm
supposed to stick with you today and get anything you need. I'm also
supposed to go get him this morning if anyone tries to make you to do
something you don't' want or bothers you if you don't want them too."
The boy's eyes are taking in my morning wood as he's talking to me.
"He'll be back later this morning and he'll be with us the rest of the
day."

Crap. I'm standing here naked in front of a young teen Arab boy.
Grabbing for my boxer briefs I slip them on. "What else did he tell
you?" I ask.

"That today you're going to start making all of the men feel good
between their legs, and if I'm lucky you might do the same for me,"
but it's up to you. "I can watch though," he said, his voice going
soft, "if you'll let me."

"Oh, he did, did he?" I grin to myself. "What's your name again and
how old are you?"

"Latif and I'm thirteen."

Jeez. The youngest guy I've sucked so far was a fourteen year old on
the JV baseball team back in school when I was still in school. I
fucking rocked his world. "Does Lee, I mean Sergeant Fallen know how
old you are?" I ask. "Thirteen is sort of young."

Latif looks indignant. "He never asked but in my village boys and
girls marry early. Thirteen is not young," he says.

"How young do they marry?" I challenge him. I can see I've caught him
in a quandary.

"The girls sometimes marry at fourteen. The boys are older before they
marry," Latif admits sounding contrite.

"Come in, keep quiet, and pull the curtain behind you. I have some
more questions," I lower my voice motioning him in with my index
finger.

Latif does as I say as I sit back down on my bed and scoot up sitting
against the wall at the head of the bed.

"Sit," I point to my rack. Latif sits; he watches me, wary.

"How is it your English is so good. Your older brother's is a little
more broken?" I ask.

"Broken?" Latif looks puzzled. "What does this mean?"

"Not as good as yours," I explain.

"Oh. His English is better than mine. He just puts on that act for you
Americans, British and Aussies," Latif says amused by the shocked
looked on my face.

"Oh yeah," I grin. "We'll have to see if I can't get him to beg in
perfect English," and I wiggle my eyebrows and lick my lower lip.

Latif eyes widen when he understands what I'm saying and then we both
have a fit of laughter. "I'd like to see that," he laughs.

"I like the guys I'm servicing very clean down there," I say out of
the blue glancing at his crotch.

Bemused at first, Latif face lightens when he understands. "I took off
my clothes and took a shower when I cleaned the showers this morning,"
he says. "Sargent Fallen told my father and us your rules. I'm clean
all over."

"Show me," my voice is husky.

"Really?" his smile blazes a million megawatts.

"Really," I answer.

Latif reached down unzipping his trousers reaching in to pull his teen cock out.

"No. Take them off. Your shirt too," I say. "I want to see you."

I see the flush of excitement. Latif rips his tee shirt over his head,
steps out of his well-worn trainers, and drops his trousers. He looks
at me.

I nod toward his underpants.

All of the sudden, he's a little shy. Pushing his briefs down, he
steps out of them. Holy shit! Is he ever adorable. Fuck! Peeking up at
me through long dark lashes, his big brown eyes sparkle with flecks of
gold from the overhead lights. And to think only months ago I was
sucking off young school guys near his age back in the states. Hell,
just a few months ago, I was a teenager. Now I'm an eighteen year old
marine.

I'm mesmerized. Latif breaks my fantasy. "This will be my first time,"
he says softly, his voice filled with wonder.

How fucking cool is that, I think to myself. Get a grip. Reality
check! My alter ego shouts at me! "Where's you dad and brothers?" I
ask.

"They're working in the maintenance building this morning. I was
supposed to join them after I cleaned the bathrooms and kitchen, but
Sargent Fallen, Lee you call him, told me I was supposed to stay with
you today."

"Who else is in the barracks with us now?" I ask keeping my voice low.

Latif shrugs. "Kennan, but he's still sleeping in after working last
night. I don't know if anyone else is in the building. Haven't
checked."

"You are extraordinarily cute," I say to Latif. I can't help ogling him.

He blushes, smiles, and places his hands in front of his thirteen year
old junk. "Are you going to give me a blowjob?" he asks. I hear the
anticipation combined with a touch of fear in his voice.

"No." I say. His frowns in disappointment.

"I'm going to fucking suck your beautiful cock until you explode in
pleasure," I grin. "Get up here and stand on the bed with your dick in
front of me."

There's that megawatt smile again. In the blink of an eye I'm face to
face with the private parts of a thirteen year old stud. He's
beautiful. Tight little balls. New dark pubes, sparse, beginning to
grow, barely forms a complete thin arch over his cock. His rigid peter
stands straight up, no curve, jumping and twitching on its own in
excitement. Putting both of his hands of the wall behind me to steady
himself, he inches his cock toward my face. He gasps when I let my
fingers play in the silky strands of his new pubic hair.

My other hand slips under his balls, holding them with my fingertips,
weighing them. Latif steps back removing his balls from my hand. I
can't help being mystified. He seemed to want this.

"One thing, I almost forgot," Latif says. "I'm not a faggot, and I'm
never going to do anything to you other than let you blow me. My
father said we need to tell you this so there is no misunderstanding.
I know your rules about telling you when I'm getting ready to cum."

He looks desperate, like he's begging me to understand he is straight
and only wants to use my mouth for his pleasure. I get the feeling
he's covering unspoken desires. He was definitely ogling my hard-on
when he first got here, and is constantly sneaking glances at my
eighteen year old bulge in my briefs.

"No problem. Faggot is fun word to use for playful sexy teasing. Not
so much fun if it's meant to be mean. Did you know a faggot is a
bundle of twigs or sticks. Faggots were sometimes used as firewood to
burn homosexuals at the stake in the past, hence the term faggot."

"They shouldn't have burned those men. They could have had great fun
with them like we are with you," Latif says inching closer to me, not
fully understanding the awful history. He's too focused on getting his
young cock sucked than delve into a history lesson. I chuckle inwardly
at his one track mind right now.

"Exactly," I smile at Latif's naïveté (naivete) and take both of my
hands putting them on his firm young ass pulling his hard teen cock
toward my face.

Relief washes across his face. Very slowly I let my warm lips go down
on him. When my top lip brushes his new pubes, the ejaculation
contractions start. He can't hold it. His groan is a sonorous gasp
with dreamlike desire. He spurts. I feel warm jets pelt the roof of my
mouth. The inside of my mouth fills with the creamy wetness spewing
from his teen cock. I grip his hips with my hands holding him upright
because his knees buckle from the exquisite pleasure.

 "Fuucckkk!" He groans when my tongue explores him, coaxing out the
last drops. "Sorry Celt. I started before I could tell you. It felt
very wonderful. Thank you."

Releasing him I swallow and chuckle. "I see you've learned English
`very' well; fuck huh?" I grin in reference to his saying fuck.

"I know another English word even better," he says with a teasing hint
of mischief.

"Yeah. What's that?" I arch an eyebrow in question looking up at him.

"Again," he says with a playful young growl and inserts his teen cock
back in my mouth `again'. Little fucker. Grin.

***

I let Latif set the pace. Holding him with my lips, laving his
thirteen year old cock with my tongue, he begins to gently move back
and forth. Taking it slower this time. Savoring the warmth of my
mouth. "Aahhh," he repeats over and over.

Little dark hairs brush my lip when he grinds his crotch. I love it!
Latif is so into fucking my face he doesn't hear Lee step around the
curtain into my cubicle. With one eye I can see Lee, I wink at him.

"Wow! Cute little ass. I'd fuck that," Lee silently mouths with
exaggerated expressions, does an air fuck humping motion, and points
to Latif's butt fucking my face. Lee sees the smile of agreement in my
eyes. His eyes drop to my crotch. I'm at full mast in my briefs. He
winks back and licks his lips with a playful leer reminding me of last
night.

Latif stops for a fraction of a second when Lee startles him by moving
closer so he can see me sucking his teenage cock. When Lee gives him a
star bright shit-eating grin, Latif continues to hump my face. I
notice Lee putting a bag on the chest in my room. I subconsciously
wonder what's in it and if it's for me.

"Damn Latif, you've got some great hip action there. I'll bet our
handsome cocksucker loves that?" Lee grins. "I think Celt's actually
smiling around your cock."

Knowing that Lee is watching turns Latif on even more. Seems I've got
myself a fucking little exhibitionist here. "Gonna do it," Latif
groans in warning to me but I know he also wants Lee to see him cum
standing, dominating a young marine's mouth, feeding his cock juice to
me.

"Hell yeah. Give it to him. Paint that cocksucker's tonsils," Lee
encourages Latif putting his hands on the teen's butt, massaging with
his long fingers. The young fellow's weapon goes ballistic in my
mouth. The little fucker is trying to drown me. Grin.

"Unnggghhhh! Unggghhh! I'm doing it Lee. I'm fuckin' cumming.
Yeeeessss!" Latif hammers my mouth and then stills as the jets
continue to spurt from his thirteen year old dick. He's lost in the
bliss. Ever so slowly with my tongue, I swirl his teen cum around his
prick, bathing his shaft with his yummy cock milk. When he's finished,
for a brief moment he melts against my face.

Releasing him from my mouth, I savor the young Arab's cum before
swallowing his load. Damn! I wonder if the cum of all Arab males is
this good!

"Hey," Latif laughs when Lee puts an arm around his small waist and
lifts him off the bed. He rests Latif on his hip. Latif wraps his legs
around Lee's trousered thighs and throws his arms around Lee's neck
holding on while giggling. "I'm naked dude. Watch out for my balls and
put me down," Latif complains and laughs at the same time.

"How fuckin' nice was that?" Lee grins looking into Latif's glowing
brown eyes. "Nice balls you got there too. I think I'll hold you for a
while. I like having your balls next to me."

"Better than anything ever," Latif grins. "I'll bet you've got big balls too."

"Better than ice cream?" Lee teases. "If you do your job good today,
maybe I'll let you see my balls."

"Oh yeah." Latif grinds his teen cock into Lee's hip in emphasis. I
wonder if he means `oh yeah' for better than ice cream or `oh yeah'
for a chance to see Lee's balls. Probably both.

I'm smiling ear to ear watching the interaction between them. It's
obvious the thirteen year old adores the tall blonde marine warrior
god and is relishing this intimate moment. Hell, I'd like to be
sitting on Lee's hip naked with my legs wrapped around him and my lips
buried in the nape of his neck. Lucky Latif.

"Oh, I don't know. Ice cream is pretty good," Lees winks at me while
talking to Latif. "But I have to agree with you on this. Celt's warm
mouth is a thousand times better and he's got pretty balls too."

`Your warm mouth is pretty fucking hot too', I think to myself
remembering Lee's mouth on me last night. And thanks for the comments
about my balls being pretty. Gotta love that marine.

Lee leans over, picks up Latif's clothes and motions to the bag he sat
on the chest as he walks out of the cubicle. "Get dressed young
marine, grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast and let Latif know when
you're ready to start you day," Lee grins. "There are some guys who
can hardly keep their pants on waiting for you. They drew numbers to
see which order they'll come to see you for service. I'll send over
one or two at a time. Keep Latif with you. He'll come get me if you
need me."

Lee watching out for me makes me get all melty, warm, and fuzzy. I
must be smiling like an idiot because he and Latif chuckle at me as
they walk out.

"Can I watch the next time Celt sucks you off?" I hear Latif ask Lee
as their voices fade while walking away. I don't hear Lee's answer,
but I hear Latif's giggle.

I peek in the bag Lee left on my chest. Holy shit! It's full of the
paraphernalia I'll need to clean myself out to get fucked and lube. A
lot of both. There's a note from Lee, `I know Paul wants to stay with
you tonight young handsome marine, but if there is any way you can
work it out, I'd really like to claim your ass tonight. I swallowed
for you. Rather tasty if I say so myself. lol...'

The `lol' makes me chuckle. The thought of Lee's horse cock inside me
down there frightens the hell out of me and turns me on at the same
time. The fucker can kiss, and he was willing to go down on me and
swallow my load to get a piece of my ass. The vision of this beautiful
marine riding me, using me, humping me, for his pleasure makes me
hard. I want to make him happy; feel good between his legs. Grabbing
my toilet kit, I walk to the head to brush my teeth, shave, and grab a
quick shower to start the day.

***

I'm showered, dressed, finished with a light breakfast, and head to
one of the sofas in the lounge. "You want me to go tell Lee you're
ready?" Latif is excited. Little fucker has a boner poking the front
of his pants.

"Sure, guess I'm as ready as I'm ever gonna be," I say.

Latif practically runs to go find Lee and let him know.

While I'm waiting to see who the first guy is I'm going to service
today, Kennan strolls through the lounge on his way to the kitchen.
He's dressed in desert camouflage pants and tan tee shirt hugging his
sculpted upper body. I smell the subtle body wash from his shower. He
smells good enough to eat. Grin.

"I heard you're beginning your new job today. Looking forward to it,"
Kennan smiles, his eyes narrow, darken, scanning me. He's erotic as
hell. I blush a gazillion hues of red.

"So this is going to be your new work station," Kennan chuckles. "I'll
be back in a minute to see if you can squeeze me in before I head over
to the other building." He softly rubs a big hand over his bulge,
chuckles, and saunters toward the kitchen. My mouth salivates. Ah
shit! Another big motherfucker! Grin.

Kennan walks with the masculine swagger of a male model on the runway.
Shoulders are wide, waist narrow, and what a perfect butt. I don't
know what his ass looks like nude, but in uniform, he makes me drool.

"Guess I better make use of you before that big fucker stretches your
jaws out of joint," Tony, a thirty-six year old civilian smiles. I
didn't hear him come in. He must have drawn the first number. Behind
him Latif is grinning.

"Celt likes you to be naked," Latif announces to Tony.

The amazement on Tony's face is obvious. "And how do you know that?"
Tony asks Latif.

Latif blushes and glances down sorry that he blurted out.

"Oh, I think I'm getting the picture," Tony chuckles. "He got you off
already this morning did he?" Tony winks at Latif. "You must have been
naked. I would like to have seen that. That thing got any bullets in
it yet?" Tony tilts his glance to Latif's crotch.

Latif is so red now I'm afraid he'll self-combust if I don't save him.
"Let me have it twice. Thick warm shots pelted my tongue. Tasty little
stud. All male. I hope his dad and brothers taste as good. Now drop
your pants. I want to see what you're hiding behind that zipper." I
wink at Tony.

Latif puffs his chest out in pride when he hears me praise him.

"Bossy little cocksucker aren't you?" Tony teases but pushes down his
pants and boxer briefs in one swoop. "Do you want my shirt off too?"
He whips his tee shirt over his head without waiting for my answer.

"Up to you," I arch my eyebrows not taking my eyes off his junk. Very
nice! Uncut, thick, with a trimmed dark golden bush.

"Enjoying the view?" Tony's voice drops to a husky tenor, his gray
eyes darkening with need. "How about I bring this baby closer to you,"
he says stepping out of his pants; moving in front of me holding his
cock. Latif moves closer sitting beside me on the couch. Ringside
seat.

Sliding to the edge of the couch, I reach out and fondle Tony.
Feeling, weighing, loving it. The warmth, texture, and growing. Tony
hisses when I peel back his foreskin a tad for a peek at the tip of
his cockhead and piss slit. He's leaking already, quickly enlarging
out of his foreskin. Fuck! Now it's so enlarged it's difficult to tell
he's uncut, his cock is ramrod hard and taut. Peeled back by the
forces of nature.

"Come on, let's give the boy a show," Tony pulls my head toward him.
"Open up cocksucker," he demands. "I want it bad and I know you want
it too, so here it is. It's all yours."

"I want to lick you first," I say.

"Okay, okay, lick it if you want," Tony arches toward me. "It's all
yours to play with."

Starting with his balls, I trail my tongue across his sac and up both
sides of his shaft. On the third pass I go down on him, deep throat
and bob my head up and down.

"Oh shit! Cuummmming!" he yells grabbing my head in a vice grip,
holding me down on his spurting erection. I don't fight him. He
releases his pent up man cream directly on my tonsils. "Swallow my
fuckin' cum marine," he pants. I feel his wet warmth squirting down my
throat. No need to swallow. Direct deposit. Thank goodness I had years
of practice with my schoolmates and coaches.

Tony gradually relaxes and looks a little embarrassed. "Sorry Celt.
I've been here six months without anyone touching me there. I was so
fucking horny. You okay? Wasn't too rough was I?" He asks.

"No problem," I wiggle my eyebrows to let him know I loved it. "You're
pretty tasty. Better than ice cream."

Latif snorts. He knows I'm making a joke in reference to Lee asking
him earlier if getting a blowjob was better than ice cream.

Tony is bemused. "Inside joke," I explain. "Latif said he likes me
sucking him off better than he likes ice cream."

"He's right," Tony winks at Latif, chuckles, gets dressed, and leaves.

***

"Fucking hot," marine, Kennan claps his hands in soft applause. Slow motion.

Swiveling, I see Kennan leaning against metal shelves. His dark eyes
bore into me. The look intimidates me and excites me at the same time.
My stomach flutters. My subconscious tells me to flee. I don't want
to. I can't move. My dick is twitching. My subconscious swoons and
passes out cold, leaving me on my own. Fuck!

"Go tell Lee, I'm going to service Kennan and I'll send word to let
him know when I'm ready for the next guy," I can barely whisper to
Latif. My mouth has gone dry.

"Stay put," Kennan voice is soft but commanding. Scary.

Latif eyes Kennan and me warily.

"Go," I say. My intuition tells me Lee needs to know.

Latif doesn't move. Kennan's gaze freezes him; snake to bird.

"Go!" I say again. "Come right back." I don't want to be alone with
Kennan for some reason. Gut instinct.

Latif jumps up and is gone in a flash. It's just Kennan and me. The
electricity. The silence. The thunder of my heart's beating tattoo;
the blood pounding in my ears.

He moves toward me. The ultimate predator. Graceful. Daring. Lustful. Kinky.

Mesmerizing. I can't take my eyes off him. So fucking beautiful.
Dangerous. He smirks knowing he has captured me. I won't fight. I
won't flee. I wouldn't want to escape if I could. I'm his prey, his
cocksucker, a metaphorical death of me drowning in his hot cum.
Hypnotized. I'm a deer in the headlights. I fucking want him. My soul
floats toward him in an erotic mist. I'm lost in his gaze. He owns me.

"Kennan! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Lee and Paul burst
into the lounge with Latif on their heels. The enthralling spell
Kennan has on me is broken. I remember to breathe.

***

Oh shit. Lee and Paul look furious. What just happened?

"Didn't mean no harm man," Kennan holds up his hands chest high, palms
out, in supplication. Damn he has big hands. Long fingers. I wonder if
what they say about hand size indicates cock size... "Saw him going down
on Tony and got caught up in the moment. Fucking young marine's got
skills. He's good looking too. Wanted to get me a piece of that
mouth."

"Yeah. That could be a problem," Paul snips. "We drew your turn for
you while you slept in, and it's not until after lunch."

"Sorry," Kennan says. "After seeing what I just saw, I can hardly
wait. I need to get off."

Lee is still glowering. "We told you. One of us has to be nearby when
he's servicing you. You're stronger that he is and have a tendency to
get excited easily. Suppose you get carried away in the moment. You
could do some serious damage and we need Celt in the best shape
possible."

Kennan looks contrite. "Sorry. I'm really fucking horny. It's either
jack off before I head over to the other building or if you guys can
stick around I'd love to get my cock in his mouth now."

"That's if Celt can even get it in his mouth," Paul says with a hint
of humor. It lightens the mood considerably.

"What the fucks going on?" I'm totally confused.

"Kennan's girl just broke up with him through a Dear John. He's been
angry, grumpy, and disagreeable. He's a fuckin' kick boxer, and been
trying to pick a fight to expel his anger. We don't want him getting
carried away and taking his anger out on you. We've talked about this
to Kennan before you got here. He agreed to have one of us with him
when he wants your service. At least until he gets in a better mood.
Lately, he's pissed at everyone," Lee snaps these sentences to me in
explanation all the while scowling at Kennan.

"Is this true?" I ask Kennan.

"Pretty much nails it," Kennan admits, his eyes begging for
understanding. "Sorry man. I would never intentionally hurt you."

"She really did a number on you didn't she?" My tone is soft. I'm
angry at the bitch and I don't even know her. Who would do that to a
man in the service thousands of miles from home, out in the middle of
nowhere? Especially abandoning him here where he feels he has no one
to turn to. He's pissed. I get it.

Kennan nods. I see him swallow, afraid to say it aloud in case his voice cracks.

"Dude, you are so beautiful. I'm sorry she hurt you, but it's her
loss. You hold out for someone who is worthy of you. You deserve that.
That moment we had before Lee and Paul arrived; you had me totally
captivated. You connect like that to the right girl, and she's going
to drop her panties for you in a heartbeat. I want to be worthy of
bringing you pleasure until then if you'll let me," I say to Kennan as
if no one else is in the room.

His dark eyes soften.

I motion for Kennan. The room goes quiet. Latif silently slides on the
sofa beside me his leg brushing mine. My little sentinel. When Kennan
gets close I stand. Latif puts a hand on my butt. I know it's for
reassurance and to let me know he's there for me. My little Arab
warrior's warm hand is making my cock stir.

"You're straight. I get that. In fact I love that. That's with a
capital L.O.V.E. I won't make you gay, but I will do things to you
totally hedonistic, seeking to please you, if you'll let me. Trust me.
I trust you." The fucker is almost as tall as Lee. I look up waiting
for some sign it's okay for me to proceed.

Kennan nods. His thick dark eyebrows quirk up in subtle amusement.
Life returns to his eyes and dances with sexual need.

Reaching for his tee shirt, I pull it out of his trousers lifting it.
Kennan raises his arms and bends forward so I can take it off him.
Holy fuck! He is ripped. Flawless skin, as smooth and rich looking as
chocolate frosting. With light fingers I brush his nipples and then
roll them in my fingertips. Putting my face near his chest, I inhale.
Damn, smells wonderful. Body wash with a hint of outdoors. Fresh
linen. Evergreen. Sea mist. Erotic male. Sex. Leaning in I lick his
nipples and then suck. He gasps.

Letting my hands trail down his firm torso, I run my fingers inside
his waistband before undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. Turning
him around I nudge indicating I want him to sit on the sofa. He falls
back beside Latif. Dropping to my knees I look into his eyes seeking
further affirmation it's alright to proceed.

The lust in Kennan's eyes is a green light. I begin to take off his
boots. Latif scoots down on the floor beside me and helps. I take off
one and Latif takes off the other. When we remove his socks Latif
scoots back up on the sofa beside Kennan. I marvel at Kennan's feet.
Wonderful color. Long toes. Sexy as hell.

I remember that Lee and Paul are in the room with us. They've taken
seats on the arms of the sofa. Watching over me. Watching me do my
thing. I hope I'm turning them on. I'm in the mood. In my zone,
available for service.

Still kneeling I ask Kennan to stand up. He does. Taking the waist
band of his trousers and boxer briefs I tug them down. FUCK! Breathe
Celt. Breathe! Kennan is working his pants off and stepping out of
them while I kneel like a robotic dummy staring at his junk. I take
that back, it a whole fucking junk yard full of classic beauty. Words
have left me. OMG! The thing is moving. Growing. Enlarging. Huge
motherfucker! Enormous!

"Jesus Christ! He's going full staff," Paul murmurs. "No way. Tell me
that's not real."

I'm drawn in. Moth to flame. My hands reach to touch. Feel. Explore.
There's a lot to explore.

If Lee is a stallion, Kennan is a bull. Nothing like the bulls I see
in porn videos. Kennan works out and it shows. Six foot two inches,
slender, long legs, I find myself gaping between his legs. How can a
slender guy carry this around and not be noticed. Must be because he
has only worn loose fitting trousers since I've arrived.

Latif has scooted up to the edge of the sofa. Leaning forward to see
Kennan's junk, the Arab boys beautiful brown eyes are as big as
saucers. I have to chuckle at his expression. Awe. Wonderment.

"Think you can handle it," Kennan asks. I hear the wariness, as if
he's been rejected before because he's too big to receive or give
pleasure.

"Oh yeah, or die trying," I grin.

"For christ's sake don't die," Kennan teases. "I'll be happy if you
can get most of the head in your mouth and at least get me off. I can
jack it the rest of it for you."

"Oh, I intend to get more than the head in my mouth," I assure him.
"And if there's any jacking or wanking to do, I'll be the one doing
it."

He beams. "Go for it, you handsome cocksucker. Let's get my air force
dick in your marine mouth."

"I've never had a toy like this. I want to play just a little bit," I
wiggle my eyebrows at him. I love his dark low hangers. Bull balls.
Holding them in both hands, I nuzzle in his thick black curly pubes.
Damn, he smells good. Putting my hands on the front of his hips I push
him back so he topples, laughing, onto the sofa. I slide up between
his legs as close as I can get. Kennan opens his legs wider offering
himself to me. I melt.

"Fuck this," I hear Lee say. He stands up, drops his trousers, and
begins to play with himself. Paul and Latif follow his example. Kennan
watches them. His huge cock jumps knowing they are getting off looking
at his impressive package.

"Come on Celt. Make him cum," Latif urges me as he strokes his
thirteen year old cock. "Please. I want to see him cum in your mouth."

"Fair warming young marine. I cum a lot," Kennan says.

With both hands I encircle his shaft pulling it toward me. Relaxing my
jaws as much as I mentally and physically can, I tongue the head of
his dark cock as a lubricant. Placing my mouth at the head of his
dick, I kiss the opening, spit to let in run over the head as more
lubricant, and then slowly open sliding down. I feel the stretch. My
tongue barely has room to maneuver, but I work it anyway back and
forth against the part of his beautiful shaft I can reach.

"Oh fuck!" Fuck! No girls has ever been down on me that far before,"
Kennan arches his hips up. My eyes water. I'm as far as I can go for
now. Backing off I plunge my mouth down on his black beauty again. His
hips rise again impaling me, gently fucking my face.

"You want to lick my balls for a while?" Kennan rasps.

Hell yeah I do. Releasing him I travel down his impressive shaft to
his sac. My tongue cover's every inch of him. His beautiful black
balls are glistening like dew. Fuck he's amazingly gorgeous. My hands
are still busy fondling and stroking his huge cock.

"Oh fuck. I'm getting close," Kennan warns. "Get your mouth on it
cocksucker and take as much as you can. Gonna nutt." Kennan grabs the
sides of my head and pulls my mouth to his cock. I let me guide me.
Own me. I'm there for him. "Oh god! Oh yeah, oh yeah. Fuuuccckkkk! I'm
cummmminng! Aaaggghhh!"

His long legs clamp around me. Holding me in place. I can't back away.
His hands keep my head from lifting off his cock. I don't want to back
away even though I feel as if I'm drowning in warm jizz. Volleys spurt
into my mouth. The thick creamy build up swirls around his cock and
keeps squirting. I want to bring him pleasure or die trying.

Gradually I feel him relax his hold on my head and remove his leg lock
from me. Careful not to spill a drop I ease off of him and swallow.
And swallow again.

Glancing up, Kennan rewards me with a warm glazed smile. Love his
smile. He should smile more.

"Celt, please," I hear the urgency in Latif's voice. He's jacking and
I can tell he's on the edge.

Winking at Kennan, I whisper, "Excuse me. I think we've turned my
little buddy on and he has certain needs that I can help him with." I
lean over and engulf Latif's thirteen year old cock.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Latif's teen body shivers in a pleasured frenzy.
Jets of hot young cum propel from his thirteen year old peter into my
mouth. I keep sucking him until he collapses back into the coach.
There's that million megawatt smile again. I love making this young
man happy.

"Suck it if you don't want it on your clothes," Paul pushes his cock
in my mouth. I can't believe he's able to build up a load like he
shooting in me already. Ropes of liquid man cream. "Oh my god yeah!
Christ, you're a great cocksucker," Paul grunts as the last of his cum
leave him and enters me.

A big hand grabs the top of my head and swivels me around. No words
are needed. The blonde warrior god is demanding service. He has sexual
requirements. I adore him and open for him. He impales me. He blasts
milky shrapnel throughout my mouth. Lee trembles and holds me close
while his cock contracts in spurting pleasure. "I love your mouth
young marine," Lee groans. "Take it. Fucking eat it."

I feel wonderful. Cared for. Safe. I'm basking in the glow of horny
men who love to be sucked off.

I look at my guys. They are content. I'm content. Latif is smiling big
like he has a secret.

"What?" Lee grins at Latif.

"I got to see your balls," Latif giggles at Lee.

We all laugh as the guys get dressed.

"Ready for the next guy?" Lee asks.

"Send a couple," I say. "I'm ready. Latif will keep me safe."

I'll send them over," Paul says as he and Kennan leave.

"Tonight?" Lee says arching his eyebrow in a question.

"I'll make it happen, even if we have to move another rack in my
cubicle and Paul sleeps with us."

"What are you talking about?" Latif asks when he sees Lee scowl.

"Lee and Paul are going to sleep in my cubicle at night to make sure I
get enough rest and none of the other guys sneak in during the night
asking for a blowjob," I explain.

"I wish I could sleep with you guys," Latif says.

"Do you think your dad would mind?" Lee asks surprising me and Latif.

"He won't care. And I know my bothers won't care because we all have
to sleep in the same bed. It will give them more room," Latif says
excited.

"Can I let you in on a little secret?" Lee asks Latif.

"What?"

"I'm going to fuck Celt tonight."

"That means you have to suck him," Latif says not sure if he should be
excited or appalled.

"Already have," Lee watches Latif's reaction to this news.

 We can see the wheels turning in Latif's brain. He pondering
something. Looking around to make sure no one is listening Latif
whispers, "If I suck Celt, can I fuck him too?"

"First you have to let me lick your beautiful teen balls and suck you
off," Lee wiggles his eyebrows.

Latif's mischievous smile dazzles us. "Deal," he grins trying to
adjust his boner so it doesn't show as much.

"Deal," Lee and I say at the same time. Grin

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