Gangbanged, part 2 [continued]
Before slipping that nice log in my hot, waiting mouth, I decided to make love first to his big hairy balls. They were huge, and I could tell that they were full of his salty man-juice. Oftentimes soldiers don't get much of a chance to "relieve" themselves when they're thousands of miles away from home, from their girlfriends. And from the size of his fucknuts I could tell that it had been a while for him.
I slowly stuck my tongue underneath that hairy sack and began to tease him. His eyes immediately rolled backwards, and I could tell that my tongue was driving him crazy. He began to groan and grunt and so I sped up, slobbering all over those babymakers. They were low-hanging and swung back and forth above my darting tongue. The next thing I knew his left ball was completely in my mouth and I sucked on it and continued to dance my tongue over his leathery bag. I couldn't get enough.
By now there was saliva spilling out of my mouth and running down my toned chest. I used it to continue stroking my big manpole while I sucked that sailor's ball. When I felt that he couldn't take any more of my hot mouth on his sack and slowly went to work and gradually moved up along his shaft. I paused for a moment at the base in that tender spot and his groans gradually increased. By the time I had made my way up to the head he was grunting so hard I could tell he was enjoying this was probably the best cocksucking he had ever experienced. Before swallowing that huge chunk of manhood, I asked him, "Your girlfriend ever give you head like this?"
"Forget that cunt, dude. I want to feel my schlong scraping against your tonsils, guapo." This got a laugh out of the other soldier boys who were standing behind him, many of whom already had their big greasy cockheads sticking out of their jockeys, waiting their turn.
I needed no further prodding, and soon had his whole length rammed down my throat. It was so big I started to gag at first, but soon got a hold on it and started moving up and down, chewing on that military beef. Well, better said, he was fucking my face, and I loved it. I had never had so much meat down my throat before, and I wanted more.
"Yeah, that's it man, suck this big piece of sausage. You fucking slut, you love it don't you. Eat my dick pretty boy, Fuck yeah!"
By now I could barely breath, with all that American muscle crammed into my mouth, there was little space for air. I love the feel of a cock jammed into your throat, his felt like it was nearly in my stomach. It tasted so good, I never wanted it to end. In the meantime I reached around and put one hand on his firm ass, and held on for dear life. I'd like to say that it was because I wanted to touch his ass, but it was more because he was fucking my throat so hard I could barely keep my balance. Here I was impaled on this hunky sailor's tool, my cherry-red lips clamped around the shaft. Suddenly, he gave me a slap on the side of my face and said,
"You fucking faggot, tell me how much you love me pounding your face!"
Well, with the inches and inches of schlong stuffed into me there was no way in hell I could've responded, which led him to slap me again, "I don't fucking hear you, bitch! You speak English, Italian boy? You slut cocksucker, eat that pole!"
The slaps continued, but they didn't distract me from my mission, I needed his jizz and I needed it soon. It would be my prize, my dessert after the big meal of American beef I was enjoying for dinner. I could feel his balls swelling up and I knew that he was close to shooting that sweet cream down my throat.
"Oh yeah, you're fucking driving me crazy, guapo," he grunted, "oh, fuuuuuck!!!!" And with that he shot a thick stream of hot manjuice into me. And it kept coming. There was so much of that salty lovemilk that it began to spurt out of the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my neck. I swallowed as fast as I could, man did he send a huge load into me. As he pulled out that massive piece of cock, I could see the rivulets of his cum dripping off of it, and so I jerked my head forward and licked his shaft up and down, not wanting to miss a drop.
"Well, well, well, this pretty-faced Italian cockwhore looks like he's still hungry boys," he said to the other soldiers who were standing before him. "Hope you don't have plans guido, cuz these boys here are mighty horny, and then later on I've got an appointment with your tight Italian asshole."
Looks like it's gonna be a long day!
(to be continued)
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