ARMY
I accepted the invitation to spend the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college with an old friend of the family at her home at the base of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. Of course, finding employment for the summer was going to be a challenge. Our friend lived in a three-story U-shaped apartment complex, filled mostly with enlisted personnel from the Army base located in the red dirt plains at the foot of the mountains.
After several not very enthusiastic attempts at finding employment, my friend suggested I post an ad in the laundry room of the complex to clean apartments. Figuring that I wouldn't get too many responses I went along with the idea. Within the first week of the posting, I had five apartments to clean! Maintaining someone else's home at first hadn't seemed very exciting, but there's something inherently voyeuristic about doing another person's laundry, scrubbing out their bathroom and generally picking up after them. It's amazing what you can learn.
All of the tenants that I worked for were either enlisted personnel at the base or worked there as civilians. Four of them were couples and their units were the easiest to clean. The fifth, Lt. Haskell, was a bachelor and even though he was out on maneuvers most of the time; his apartment always looked like a cyclone had passed through it whenever he spent any amount of time there.
My arrangements were to clean each unit when the occupants weren't at home. With the Lieutenant, it was a little more difficult because his schedule was extremely erratic, but most of the time he wasn't there. When I first met Haskell I was taken with his sturdy, muscular build that was evident even in his baggy cammies. He must have been in his late `20's and had copper colored hair and piercing green eyes. With an attitude that was all business in that special Army way, I have to say he gave me a major hard-on.
I had finally begun to fill out my lanky 6' 5" frame with a more developed upper torso after regularly swimming, and a new weight lifting regimen that I'd begun my first year at college. I still had a hairless chest although a few hairs were beginning to develop around my nipples. But I still considered my extremely hairy legs and butt my best feature. I'd run long distance track all through secondary school and had very nicely muscled thighs and calves.
My high school buddy, Wayne, had introduced me to gay sex and in the last year I had had a number of sexual encounters at college. Sex with guys your own age is great, don't get me wrong, but I definitely yearned for older, more experienced partners. Having had a couple of encounters with `older' men seemed to have spoiled me.
One hot, dry, windy day I made my way, with cleaning supplies in hand, down to Lt. Haskell's apartment for it's weekly cleaning. I was wearing a short pair of Levi cut-offs that highlighted my hairy legs, an ancient tank top that was so worn and stretched out that it barely covered my torso and running shoes, no socks. When I opened the door to Haskell's apartment, his male scent showered me with its' potency. The man worked up an odor! But god, what an aromatic aphrodisiac it was. Just standing in the doorway, inhaling his maleness brought a decided stirring to my crotch.
Standing in his drape-darkened living room, I pondered where to start. >From where I stood I could see into the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom and bathroom. Kitchen looked okay and anyway he hardly ever used it. I made my way down the hall, clicked the light on in the bedroom and just shook my head. The sheets of the bed were balled up at the foot, the pillows were on the floor, and clothes were strewn everywhere. As I looked closer I realized that there was a bra and panties lying on the nightstand next to a used-up tube of KY jelly. Holy cow, there was even a spent rubber on the floor at the head of the bed. Must've been a hell of a fuck! Blood rushed right to my cock just thinking about Haskell's army cock drilling the living daylights out of some poor unsuspecting woman's pussy.
I picked up the rubber from the floor and was about ready to throw it into the trash, when I decided to try it on for size. It didn't look as if any cum was in it, but it had definitely been worn. Popping the buttons of my cutoffs, my hard cock waved into the air searching for release. I brushed the rubber across the head of my cock and a pearly drop of liquid emerged from my piss slit, coating the rubber with my viscous goo. Combined with the smell of sex that permeated the room and Haskell's own unique odor, I was fast approaching meltdown. I eagerly slipped the open end of the condom over the head of my throbbing boner; man, this thing was stretched out! I'm not exactly small, but the Lieutenant's cock must be huge to have pulled the shape out of the condom as it had.
With my back to the door to the bedroom and caught up in the act of trying on his spent rubber, I nearly passed out from fright when I felt a rough, callused hand stroke my hairy ass. I spun around and there was Lt. Haskell, caked in red clay mud from head to toe with that potent sex odor of his wafting over me. The shock of being caught with my cock in his used rubber combined with my cut-offs around my ankles caused me to fall right into his copper-furred muscular arms. He held me for a moment, eye to eye, my cock still hard and thrumming wildly against his zippered pants, but then he slowly eased me down until I was kneeling at his mud-caked booted feet. His right foot slowly moved forward until my balls and stiff condom-covered cock were resting on the toe and laces of his filthy boot. Applying a steady pressure he drug the toe of his boot up my cock, sending shock waves of lust racing through my young body. My nipples hardened instantly and I moaned audibly in reaction to the quiet strength of the man before me. I looked up into his emerald eyes and silently obeyed the command that was issuing from them. Placing my arms behind my back I bent over and methodically began to clean the dirt from his boots with my tongue.
It wasn't long before my face was covered with saliva and the indigenous red mud of the countryside. As the leather of his boots began to reappear, Haskell took a step backwards, leaned over and with his hand under my muddy chin, lifted my face to his groin. Twining his fingers in my hair he forced my face into his crotch. This was the center of him. It was the center of his odor and the center of his strength. I could feel his cock pulse under the fabric as he pushed my face back and forth across its tumescent length. He brought my mouth to the cloth-covered head of his cock, I needed no instruction from him as my tongue flicked out and swathed the beautiful, large head of his sex through his pants. The saliva was pouring from me and I soaked the fabric around his cock head until the ridgeline of his manhood was clearly visible.
Trembling no longer with fear and embarrassment but with unbridled desire, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and tugged greedily at the fabric to expose his army issue boxer shorts. His throbbing manhood was trapped in the leg of the odiferous cotton shorts, soaked in my spit and leaking his sex fluid. What a cock! Long and thick, it was capped with a baby's fist of a head. I had to have it all. Releasing it from its material prison proved no easy task and Haskell's need was as great as my own. His cock was so steely hard and his need so urgent that I was fumbling with the shorts and unable to release his throbbing boner. Roughly grunting his dissatisfaction, he pushed my searching tongue and head away from his groin and grabbed the fly in both hands and ripped the boxers, freeing his magnificent manhood. It slapped me against the cheek, the huge head like a heat-seeking missile destined for its target, my mouth, finding it, tearing its way inside, forcing its girth and length past my teeth, across my tongue, headed straight for my throat. Could I take it all? Haskell was past caring, my nose was soon buried in his sweaty auburn bush, like fireworks in front of my very eyes, and his cock tattooed its approval inside my throat and his fiery-haired balls scratched at my chin in rhythm with his thrusts.
I grabbed at his golden thighs, running my hands up and down their hairy musculature, driving him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Haskell was relentless in his assault of my throat and mouth, roughly pulling my hair and forcing his great length into me until snot and tears were confluent with spit and his own flowing lubrication. I felt his cock head swell in preparation for launching his load of cum, but I didn't want this fuck to end. I pulled off his cock and watched in amazement as it snapped back against his treasure trail of golden red hair reaching just above his belly button. Missing the invasion in my mouth I quickly compensated by devouring one of his copper wire balls, pulling it taut and laving it with the juices that were flowing out of me. Lt. Haskell moaned with satisfaction, spreading his legs wider to give me better access to his low-hanging baby makers. As I worked them over with my tongue and greedy mouth, I spread his ass cheeks and started licking my way to his sweating, stinking asshole. This would be my undoing.
With lightening like speed, I was soon flat on my back and Haskell's ripe ass was firmly planted on my face. I felt for sure that I would suffocate, but was happy with that thought, because digging into his asshole with my tongue torqued my prick like never before. Haskell leaned forward over my torso to open his sweet and sour hole even further and his big cock beat rhythmically against my hairless chest. I licked all of the day's odor away and smoothed the hairs around his pink rose bud of a hole until it gaped open like a blossom opening in the warmth of sunlight. Surprising me, Haskell leaned clear forward and unwrapped my cock from his spent condom and plunged his mouth down my seven steel hard inches taking me to the root. He soon had his thick fingers rubbing up and down my ass crack searching out my teenage hole. I was about to get fucked and fucked big time and I didn't know what I relished more---the thought of his nine inch man cannon sawing in and out of my horny hole or continuing the ass hole feast I was gorging on now.
Flipping around and placing himself firmly between my out-spread legs, Lt. Haskell grabbed an ankle each callused hand, stretching my legs like a wish-bone and exposing my hairy hole to his heat seeking missile of a cock. With lust-glazed eyes, he spat a huge wad onto the head of his big thick cock and leaning forward he pushed it slowly but forcibly into my manhole. I inhaled sharply with pain at the immense intrusion and as I did so, Haskell took advantage and forced more than half his cock into my rectum, pushing my body roughly along the carpeting toward the bed as he continued the attack with his fully loaded howitzer. Seconds later he was pounding into me in a rage and all I could do was hold onto his mighty arms and surrender my being to his manhood. My own cock was stone hard and tapping against my abdomen as Haskell's prick worked the sex magic on my prostate, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel the head of his cock rub over and over again against my third nut driving me further and further toward release. His plum-headed penis was just at the gate to my ass when the first shot of jism erupted from my cock and landed on my forehead. With my mouth open in a silent scream of release the next shot coated my lips and scorched my tongue. I convulsed with pleasure as his prick swelled inside me. Just when I thought I couldn't cum anymore, his cock ballooned the walls of my ass and jettisoned five, six huge spurts of seed, pushing even more sex juice from my turgid prick.
Panting, sweating, collapsing in a haze of sex scents and semen, Haskell, with his still-hard cock in my ass, put his arms around me and pulled me to him. In a complete reversal of his previous roughness and domination, he gently kissed the cum from my forehead and brought his lips to mine.
"Its all right son," he whispered "it's all right." And with the fur of his chest teasing my nipples to hardness once again, he began a slow in and out of his massive cock as he worked us back toward a new peak of sexual pleasure.