Part 1 -- Paratrooper Room Mate
It seemed I had only just shut my eyes when the door opened, illuminating not only my bed, but my whole body, with a light-force so tangible I tingled and radiated with a glow of orgasmic anticipation.
My name is Morse, yeah like the DI pommy dude on British TV; but I feel sure my parents had never heard of him when they named me. I'm also called Cody, like in "Morse Code".
Any way, I'm a gunner in the regular RAF Regiment based at Akrotiri in Cyprus, just turned 19, really horny, and looking for a bit of cock fun on my first night of R&R at the historic sea side town of Kyrenia.
Out of the two available places of accommodation for Servicemen like myself, there was the Catsellas Dome Hotel, a first class establishment which Service Officers and the wealthy tourist patronised. Then there was the Bay Inn where I chose to stay. It was more like a hostel really with shared rooms and a much more casual atmosphere. The thought of sharing a room with a stranger, and more to the point, an Army Paratrooper, made my stomach flutter with wild imaginings and expectations of a badly needed sexual encounter.
Close to around 10 p.m. the hotel bar was just about empty. The few guys I had talked with had moved on in groups or in pairs, and although I had got the feeling one or two of them had shown a little more than a casual interest in me, it would seem they had already made other plans for the night.
Noticing I was alone, the bartender looked me over and asked if I wanted a "gig-e-gig", a term I'd learnt to mean, "fuck fuck"! on my first day some twelve months ago on my arrival to this beautiful island, once known as the "Millionaires Paradise".
Sure I wanted a fuck, I thought to myself, and was curious to know if he was making me a proposition. I beamed at him as I felt the ache in my nuts screaming for a release of the boiling cream I had stored in them. But he pointed to the barmaid who I had thought to be his wife. She looked past her bloom but pleasant enough, and simply amazed me when she pulled down the top of her dress on one side, and exposed a very full and shapely breast.
How could I tell him I was not into women, not very sexually experienced, and really looking for some cock fun with another guy? Somehow I managed to make out I was too drunk for any "gig-e-gig" with the eager woman he was offering, and smiled awkwardly at her as I excused myself, and traipsed up to my room for an early night. I must have looked, and certainly felt foolish. But what the hell! I wanted to play with a cock, and not poke around in a pussy!
Where were all the horny R&R guys? Surely there must be guys looking for some male to male action? And what were all the other young horny buggers like myself doing in this hostel type hotel? As I walked along the passage way to my room, the thought struck me that there must be a lot of fucking going on behind the closed doors I was passing, and became excited with the thought of having to share my room.
I felt my cock grow hard thinking and hoping my room-mate would be a spunk, and may be into a little relieving action. I have not had any sexual activity with any of the guys back at my barracks, though goodness knows I fancied and fantasised about many I had secretly admired in the open shower block. I so wanted to show my true feelings to a couple of guys I felt might share my desires, but had been afraid and shy. Now here on my R&R leave in this small hotel, I was hopeful of realising my fantasies and experience for the first time what it would be like to have sex with a guy.
There was no hot running water in the communal bathroom, but a jug of hot water could be brought to my door in the morning for shaving etcetera by the Inn keeper's young son if requested. Beside the small hand basin in a corner of the room lay two large urns of fresh water, as the cold water tap drew on seawater would you believe. Brackish! Wash your hair in that if you can! Even my barrack ablutions had fresh hot and cold running water; but then I though, at least here I had more privacy, and the possibility of an intimate encounter with a total stranger brought an instant itch to my groin.
I fondled my aching nuts lovingly as I noticed my room mate's bed had been occupied, with odd bits of clothing strung about here and there, and the bedside locker was also strewn with personal articles. What was this guy like I mused half dreamily, as I stretched out my naked body on the spare bed nearest to the door. Partially covering myself with a thin cotton sheet, I carefully draped it over one of my legs, and pulled it up as far as my groin, so that my pubes may be seen.
I remembered the Desk Clerk had told me my room buddy was a paratrooper in the Army stationed at Larnica. Another R&R horny stud! With that thought hovering in my mind I closed my eyes and flaked out.
I only half opened my eyes as I heard the door open and viewed a tall well built guy saunter into the room, and gently close the door behind him. He must have noticed my near naked reclining form, as the light from the hallway lit up my bed on his entry, for he refrained from switching on the light much to my relief. He now paused just long enough for his eyes to adjust to the room's night glow, before confidently padding over to his bed by the window on his bare feet.
My eyes were open wide as I strained to capture a better look of him by the light cast from the moonlight streaming in through the open windows. He looked such a hunk! Feelings inside me were stirring I had not experienced before, and which I had subconsciously kept dormant. My palms felt sweaty as my heartbeat raced, and my mouth went dry with wild and lustful anticipation. I was getting wound up with just a touch of fear of the unknown, enmeshed with sexual excitement and thoughts of voyeurism, as I watched him remove his clothing from not more than ten feet away.
It would appear he had been out for a swim as he revealed his well packed out jocks after stepping out of the baggy shorts he had let drop to the floor and kicked under his bed with a sandy foot. The shirt he was wearing was already unbuttoned and splayd open in front so that I got a mouth watering view of his hard knotted abbs, and perky nipples rising proudly from the smooth mound of his beefy pectorals caught in the moonlight.
Now his whole body was bathed in a wash of silvery moonlight as he moved seductively before the window, and I involuntarily gasped at the beauty of his rippling muscles as he discarded his shirt and pulled down his swim trunks. He had bent over in a pose of touching his toes as he discarded his wet briefs, and turned so that his backside not only faced me but revealed his gaping pucker. Beneath the broad peach shaped ass cheeks, his magnificent heavy genitalia hung low on display with a scrotum containing nuts the size of Spanish onions, and which partially curtained the length of his thick uncut cock.
He held that pose for at least ten seconds; his meaty offerings just dangling there between his spread apart, stunningly shapely long legs. It was as though he was inviting me to take a good look at his ample wares. And I took a good long hard look! "Wow"! I sighed, as instinctively I licked my lips. I was mesmerised, drooling, and could feel my arousal heighten as I tented out my barely concealing sheet.
I could tell he was checking me out, as I watched his eyes peering at me with his head tucked between his legs. Satisfied that I was hooked and staring at him, he straightened up and moved over to the wall with an exaggerated John Wayne swagger, knowing full well his heavy load of fuck meat would capture my attention as it swung like a pendulum.
Then he nearly blinded me as he switched on the light and caught me bug eyed and in a very compromising and aroused condition. His massive cock, which looked all of 10 inches long, was stretched out before him as he squared up to me and gave me a searching look, before his strong handsome face creased into a cocky grin.
"Hey", he whispered softly, as if the walls had ears. "I'm Clinton, your room mate I guess"... he paused for a second as if grasping for words, "sure hope I did not wake you", he continued still grinning at me with a look that made a mockery of his statement. His smouldering eyes told me he was more than glad to find me awake, naked, and aroused with a very obvious hard-on.
The overhead light shadowed his face, and I could not make out the colour of his eyes, which lewdly lingered over every inch of my body. Smiling now, he continued to just stare at my bulging crotch area with hidden eyes framed by amazingly thick black eyelashes. His perfectly arched eyebrows and crew cut hair were also very dark. There was a maleness about him that made me quiver with lust and wanton desire. He exuded sex appeal with a heady muskiness that cloyed to his manly perfection, and which lent to a presence he was a master at exploiting.
I was still speechless and agog at this apparition of muscular beauty as he moved over to my bed and leant over me. His smiling eyes locked onto mine as he gestured with his hand to the stain of precum seeping through my tented sheet and the shape of my cock head clearly defined in the wetness. "Looks to me as though you are having the same problem as myself", he ventured again at making conversation.
At last I found my tongue, moistened my lips, and still a little apprehensively responded. "Eh, hi, I'm Cody", and we shook hands with sticky fingers for we had both been touching ourselves. My head was still slightly bowed as I raised myself up to a sitting position on the bed to greet him, and found my mouth in line with his awesome appendage, only an inch or two away. He had but to lean forward slightly and have me part my lips, and I would feel his manhood slide into my mouth.
He saw the smile on my lips as I stared at his thrusting cock, and gently played his large mushroom cock-head leaking precum on my lips as if to give me a taste. I had never sucked a cock and was not really sure what would be expected of me and just looked up at him as I licked my lips and tasted the clear sticky film deposited on them.
"You've not sucked a cock before have you"? he said to me kindly in that same low deep voice I found so soothing and yet commanding, and which made me tingle all over. What was it that made me want to abandon my soul to this charismatic hunk that looked to be only a couple of years older than myself, I fleetingly thought? Am I really a queer like some of the guys think I am back at the base? I felt confused, reticent, and wanton all rolled into one.
"No, I haven't", I confirmed somewhat pathetically, as I felt the power and comforting warmth of his hands on my shoulders. I looked up into his face captured in the glittering naked light, his eyes refracting its rays like translucent sapphire crystals.
Between us I could feel a wave of pure lustful emotion building; I could hear its rumble moving towards a roar as it engulfed me. Floating on its crest, I felt so light as I found myself being lifted up in the circle of his muscular arms to face him toe to toe. He was about four inches taller and was looking down on my upturned face gazing back at him with a flutter on my lips. Then his mouth was on mine and he seemed to drink my soul.
I was on a rapturous wave as he took possession of my willing mind and do what ever he may so desire with my body. It was as if I was a sacrificial offering before a mythical god. I yearned to have him press my face against his thick pulverising cock, and trace the jagged raised veins along its smooth silky texture with my lips and tongue. But it was he who wanted to show me how it was done, and went down on me.
Smothering my face with kisses and neck with tender love bites, he went on to suck deeply on my erect nipples. His hot lips, searching tongue, and nibbling white teeth sent shivers of orgasmic pleasure throughout my whole body, as he continued to bath and lick and nibble his way down my quivering torso and eventually bury his face in my crotch.
My fingers in both hands ran wildly through his brush of raven black hair, pressing into the scalp with wanton lust as he took my manhood into his hungry mouth. I gasped out aloud as he dug his nose into my hairy scrotum and sucked on my tightly drawn up balls sack, carefully rolling and swirling my nuts around with his tongue.
My knees buckled and I found myself being laid back on the bed as he eased my parted legs up towards my head with his large hands. Gently grasping my ass cheeks, he pressed apart my tight little bubble butt to expose my rosebud pucker. "Mm", was all he said as he flicked his hot moist tongue against my most private part, and made me shiver and want to scream out in ecstasy. He was my guide and master, and I was his initiate and an instrument of pleasure as his lips and fingers traced over every inch of my tender flesh.
"Just relax", he said simply, "I will show you first how I would like you to stimulate the body senses before going on to sucking cock, and then fucking ass with this lovely little soldier", he went on to say as he playfully fondled and tugged at my sprouting cock. He then continued to tenderly caress my body in massage like movements from head to toe. All the while his hands searched out and touched my most sensitive and secret parts, crooning as he did so in a strange hypnotic hum that amazingly proved to heighten the exquisite pleasure he was giving me.
I was in a dream like state wreathing in ecstasy under his firm but smooth and gentle touch, and feeling more like a volcano ready to erupt and spew my lava of hot cream in multiple spasms as he readied me for an incredible gut-wrenching climax. His awesome mouth easily engulfed the full length of my cock, which looked almost small when compared with his appendage. I'd always thought my cock was big when fully aroused to a double fist-full of throbbing meat. But now realised it paled to insignificance when alongside Clinton's monster; however right now it felt good and huge as he took me in a deep throat suction, and almost swallowed my balls too, while at the same time fingering my anus with lubed up fingers from my cum juice.
Each of his fingers were nearly as thick as two of mine, and he masterfully opened me up to accept three before he braced me for the entry of his massive cock head, but not before I blew my pent up load deep in his throat. It was the most intense and gut wrenching orgasm I had ever experienced. Sucking my cock and fingering my ass at the same time had me squirming and shivering in ecstasy. I was amazed to find myself humping his fingers sliding in and out of my ass, and deliriously tugged at his hair as I continued to spurt multiple streams of money shots all over his chest, face and hair after being released from his mouth overflowing with my semen.
The crown of Clinton's cock felt as big as a fist pressing into my loosened up gaping ass hole. But I thought I would pass out with the pain I felt from my sphincter being stretched to the point of tearing. Tears welled up in my brown soulful eyes as his cock head entered me, and my sphincter ring snapped tight behind the deep ridge in acceptance, but I smiled bravely as I looked back into his concerned and loving face.
His eyes seemed to bore into mine, and like an anaesthetic, his soothing voice talked me through the pain as he slowly and somewhat lovingly inched his heavily veined shaft further up my love chute. I felt as though a python was going up my ass, the fullness I was experiencing within my bowels, and the pressure on my balls was so utterly incredible. However within a few minutes the pain was magically enjoyable, as I grew accustomed to his beefy log within me, and I became aware of an exquisite sensation I found fantastically pleasurable as my prostate got massaged from his gentle shafting.
My eyes were bright and held a new lustre as I broadly smiled up at him, this gentle giant with his giant cock up my ass. What a fucking monster he had buried in my gaping hole. I still find it hard to believe I'm being shafted, let alone serviced by such a whopper. I'd be lucky to be able to walk and not look bow legged in the morning I thought amusingly, as I got into the rhythm of a frenzied and joyful ride, bucking to meet his now deep plunges with wanton cries of ecstasy.
"Oh yeah! Fuck me Clinton! Fuck the shit out of me! I love your whopping big cock! Pump your juices into me Clinton, I want to drain you dry!"
And he did just that... I was hurting a little again with the savage onslaught on my now raw and gaping hole, but I wanted to feel him come inside me. I tried to empty my mind and willed him to shoot his load... we were both in a lather of musky sweat and sticky precum juice, bucking and heaving to sustain the crescendo we could feel coming, and at last he was there, at that point of no return. I could see it in his eyes as they glazed over in a wave of ecstasy and his mouth gaped open as he let out a guttural bellow of unintelligible primeval utterances. At the same time I could feel his mighty tool flex in spasms, as wad after wad of thick creamy liquid spurted from his piss slit and discharged deeply in the bowels of my agonised canal.
Yeah, Clinton made a new man of me you might say, and gave me a night to remember for the rest of my life. He also let me fuck his gorgeous ass the next morning, and boy what a ride that was too!
Part 2 `Waking Up a New Man'
The early morning light filtered through the shutters of the partially open windows giving the room a warm glow. My eyes opened to the dawning of a new day and rested on the sculptured physique of Clinton, my paratrooper room mate. He was still asleep and naked as the day he was born. His still form was betrayed only by the merest rise and fall of his washboard abdominal muscles and pecs a body builder would die for. Oh, and I could detect a smile of satisfaction on his handsome face. Could he be dreaming of the events that took place between us last night? I wonder? After all he had opened me up in every sense of the word. I had been well and truly fucked! His mighty tool had royally breached and stretched my now gaping ass hole, and brought about in me new feelings, desires and needs. No longer a virgin, I felt a new man!
The muscular stud who filled my vision had indeed masterfully broken me in. With a mixture of wanton lust and a new hunger I had yet to fully understand, my eyes devoured his manly equipment as he reclined on his broad back. His semi flaccid cock rose up pass his navel, the length and fullness of a stallion's, while his heavy set bull balls hung loosely in the crevice of his rugby player thighs. He was an awesome sight, and made my mouth salivate with desire. Every nerve in me cried out for his flesh. And before I could rationalise my thoughts I found myself alighting from my bed towards the object of my crazed sexual appetite.
Kneeling by the side of his bed, I feast my eyes on his flesh, my senses reeling as my nostrils flare and drank in the heady aroma of his masculinity. I catch myself dribbling as my mouth gapes open, and before I can clear my head with reason, I am kissing and licking the thick heavily veined shaft that had invaded my bowels the previous night.
"Ooohaaaaaaaahhh" moaned Clinton, as he rolled over onto his side pressing his hardening dick against my face and open mouth.
I was in full flight now as I lathered his swelling appendage with my spittle, and gently took each of his full juicy nuts in my hungry mouth in turns and swirled them with my tongue.
He was mewing softly now as I gripped his right ass cheek with my left hand in a kneading fashion, while my right hand sought out his hardened nipples and tenderly tweaked them. My mouth by this time had enveloped his ripe rosy cock head, and he instinctively thrust his hips forward as I sucked him, and brought him out of his slumber.
"Oh man, ooohhaahhhh man, oh baby suck me, suck me!" came his cry as his hips began to rock and I could feel his whole body writhe in ecstasy.
"Mm" was all I could grunt in reply with a mouth full of his cock, which I slavishly took into a deep throat massage as he feverishly shunted his meaty pole between my soft full lips, and fucked my mouth, like a piston.
His massive balls swung freely and moved up and down in their scrotum. And I lovingly cupped them in my right hand as they drew up in their sack. I could sense his semen boil and churn up through his thick shaft as he began to tense and shiver. His magnificent legs were fully stretched out as his toes curled and feet arched in ecstasy.
Then all at once he went into convulsions as he released his load of cream in spasms.
"Oh...FUCK"! he roared, as he spewed thick wads of his cum into my mouth, making me almost choke with the gush I tried to swallow, as it overflowed my mouth and ran down my chin. I released his cock from my mouth and took a hold of it in both my hands, jacking him, as he continued to shoot ropes of pearly jism up over his abs and chest, some even reaching his chin. It seemed never ending! This boy was one hell of a spunk, with a store of sperm to drench a T-shirt.
I was rapturously beside myself with the pleasurable look I could see on his face. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was wide-open expelling obscene utterances of lustful sexual delight. I felt elated and turned on beyond belief as I came also without touching my rigid staff, and shot my drenching load all over his body too. Momentarily his eyes opened and locked onto mine, and from the light I could see in them I knew the euphoria I felt was shared. The release we experienced together was so intense. I found Clinton's gut wrenching spasms truly amazing. Watching him arch his back, and feeling a current ripple through his glands several times before his mind-blowing eruption made me shiver and shake. I can still feel the snake like tremor running under my palm and fingers, as I fisted his hot fleshy joystick. Together with the erotic male scent of him, it is a memory that will forever be etched in the deep recesses of my mind.
I wanted to press my naked body over his and kiss his sensual lips, but instead got up off my knees and filled a small metal basin with the cool fresh water from one of the large earthenware urns in the room. Returning with it, I also picked up a face flannel and towel from my kit bag, and started to clean him up of all the gooey cream we had discharged with such wanton abandon.
"Hey guy..."
"Cody" I cut in.
"Yeah, Cody, you don't have to do this..." he broke off, as he tried to grab the flannel from me. "Shit, I should be the one waiting on you..." he started to explain, but he let me shove him back down on the bed as he tried to get up, and surrendered to my bed bath.
"Don't worry, you'll get your turn to wait on me all right" I told him. "But right now let me enjoy the moment of taking care of you. "Believe me, it is my pleasure!" I emphasised. And I was enjoying the moment.
Running my hands all over his hard muscles was such a deliriously sexual pleasure for me. A turn on like no other I had experienced. And I don't mean just his mouth watering juicy cock, which I slavishly sucked and stroked, but also his beautiful well defined abdominal muscles and pectorals. In fact, once I got started, I ended up washing him all over. I also got him to turn over like a baby and washed his gorgeous bubble butt. Making sure to slide my slim hands between his cheeky ass crack, fingered his pucker, and lovingly lingered my caresses on his big bulging balls. It was a feeling I could just never get enough of. He was such a hunk! I found myself leaking cum juice all down my thighs just looking at him, let alone touching and stroking him. I was beside myself with euphoric lust.
"My turn now" he claimed, when he thought I'd done, as I got up off my knees to go and change the water in the basin to start cleaning myself up. And he literally sprang up from the bed and swooped me up in his strong muscular arms. Now I am 5' 9" tall in my bare feet, with a lithe athletic physique weighing in around 140 lbs, but he carried me around the room with the exuberance and ease of showing off a trophy he had just won on a football field.
"OK, OK", I said. "You can put me down now you big hulking brute" I added rather lamely. Though if the truth were to be known, I was revelling in his attention and had no real wish to be put down on my feet. His dominant strength, sheer power and feel of his muscles made me feel weak in the knees. In spite of my request, I felt sure he knew I really wanted to be in his arms. I had flung my arms about his sturdy neck to hold onto him firmly, and then kissed him passionately on the lips as he drew me up to press against his chest in a barbell curl.
"Mm, you smell good enough to eat" he growled in my ear.
"Well first you have to say Fe, fi, fo, fum'" I chided teasingly, as I looked into his deep grey blue eyes and noted a bewildered expression. "You know, like the giant in the story Jack and the Bean Stalk'" I concluded.
"I smell the blood of an Englishman", he almost shouted with relish, completing the story line. And he carried me over to my rumpled bed and gently deposited me facing up to him. Reluctantly I released my hold around his neck and lay my head back on the pillow. Our eyes locked once again, as he grinned wickedly at me and purposefully licked his lips in a mockingly hungry gesture. "Mm, me Giant, you Jack with the little bean stalk", he said in a deep guttural voice. And I had to smile as he guffawed heartily at his little joke.
"My bean stalk is only little compared with your mammoth log" I admonished, trying to look seriously peeved at his churlish remark.
"True", he said still grinning at me with a glint in his smouldering eyes, "but you want to know something?"
"What?" I asked pensively.
"That's just the way this Giant likes to eat them" he said. And without any further comment he was down on his knees cupping my smooth hairless balls in one hand, while the other raised my semi-hard cock to his hot moist mouth. "Mm..." he gurgled, as he took my whole shaft down to the root, trying to pop in my walnut size balls too.
Moments later my supple appendage had turned into a throbbing 7" long, thick and hard pulverizing weapon. He had also put a smile on my face, as he continued to work on my cock and balls, and even rimmed my ass... his invading tongue making me squirm in such exquisite pleasure, as I wantonly opened up to him and begged him to fuck me. However Clinton was going to do me in his own good time and wanted me to fuck him first while he had my tool primed and bucking for action.
"Hey now Cody, it's my turn now for your hot-rod," he said almost like a command, as he swung himself over me with his great thighs on either side of my torso and lowered his delicious broad ass cheeks over my groin. Resting on his knees so as not to put any weight on me, he grabbed a hold of my rigid penis with one hand and unceremoniously plugged his steaming hot orifice. Slowly easing his fleshy anal lips over my spongy knob, his buns parted as he sat down on me.
My seven inches of sausage meat disappeared into his sweaty welcoming canal with ease. Literally swallowed up his hot chute one could say. He quickly grabbed and shoved my pillow under my ass to get better penetration from my cock, and then slowly started to ride my pole.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he kept calling out. "Oh I love that hard little cock of yours drilling my hole. "Yeah Jack me boy, stalk me! Stalk me! "I just love the feel of your little bean stalk shooting up my giant ass." And he heartily guffawed again at his little joke in reference to our little game.
I had placed my hands on his hips so that I might have some control of the ride I was giving him. Most of the time he took my cock right down to the base and thereby crushed my rising nuts. However I took little notice of the bruising pain and simply exalted in the heavenly feeling of sliding in and out of his hot moist hole.
He would tighten up his canal muscles as he pulled up off me to the flared ridge of my cock head, then relax as he came down on my shaft again. His big heavy butt literally squashing my balls as he took my dick as deeply into him as he could.
It was also a thrilling spectacle to watch his awesome bulging nuts and thick floppy cock bounce all over on my abs. It was a fantastically erotic feeling. An incredible mixture of power and pain hard to explain. It just felt so fucking good! I was especially turned on when I heard him gasp in a deep guttural rasp every time he took my cock in to the hilt. I could see the rapture on his face as our eyes met on the occasions he would momentarily open them, and knew he was enjoying my cock shafting his molten hole. Wow! He's such a sexy hunk! I can hardly believe my fantastically good fuckin luck meating up with him.
My dick never felt so hard nor more full of juice, as it did as this moment.
He had brought me to the peak of eruption time and time again, only to clamp down on my nuts and so shut off the valve that held back the waves of pearly sperm that now finally churned up through my aching shaft, and shot through my cock head in a gut wrenching salvo of money shots that flooded his ass.
"Oh my boy, oh my saints, aaahhhhhhhhhaaaaa..." He trailed off with other obscenities you'll forgive me for not mentioning. My cum was oozing out of his ass, and spewed out in a thick creamy wave as he released my still hard but slowly receding prick from his cavernous hot hole.
To my utter astonishment he was not yet done with my pulsing meat offering, and took it now again in his hungry mouth. For sure I felt he was literally going to eat me. But he was as soft as a lamb as he very gently enveloped my pride and joy between his thick sensual lips, and cleaned me up. I was sucked dry, and even the gooey mess that had seeped out of his ass was slurped up with relish. This giant really loved his gravy!
The End