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Brad, my army cousin, from Fort Ord was up over the weekend. He didn't bring his hot little buddy with him this time. Too bad, I would have liked another round with that tank driver.
Besides the excitement of making it with a relative, what I really like about Brad is his legs. The studs around six foot and a little over 165 pounds but all muscle. He's got long thin legs and looks great in old wornout tight jeans that show off a high riding ass and a great basket. Working out at Ord hasn't hurt his abdomen either. Brad did some swimming in highschool and Junior college but I hadn't noticed any outstanding stomach muscles until we met again several months ago. He has them now and I am impressed.
Anyway, he and I hit the bars South of Market this weekend and we had a pretty good talk. Looks like he is going to Germany soon. Seems that he has to put some time in protecting the Europeans from being overrun by those bad commies.
Planting my hand on his backside and giving him a friendly squeeze I told him that he should take care of his ass and I meant it. I couldn't wait to get him home that night. the fact that he might be transferred out soon made my lust that more urgent.
Back at the flat we opened up a few beers and lit up a joint, I started one of the video's that I had copied last week and it was getting us both pretty hot. Brad took a long toke on his joint, and holding his breath, leaned over and drew me close. Pressing his mouth to mine and exhaling, he deposited his smoke into my mouth. It's hard to beat the sensation of literally getting high on your partner's smoke and I was really getting turned on. Exhaling I took a toke myself and did the same to him. By now we had our hands all over each other. I was running my hands over his crotch and thighs and he was ripping the buttons off my shirt.
French kissing is a great way to spend ten minutes and we must have spent double the time Frenching one another and smoking that joint.
As you could guess we were both naked by the time we made it to my bed. Once between the sheets, we slowed down and explored each other again with our hands and mouth. I was pretty stoned by then and I kept experiencing still frames. It seemed that we were kissing one minute and then the next thing I recall was his swinging on my dick. The next moment it seemed that I was going down on his cock and then he was twisting by balls, sucking me off again. Back and forth it went on for God knows how long.
Normally with a good Cock Sucker I have to pull him off pretty soon to prevent my climaxing but tonight it seemed that while I has bone hard this man could eat on me forever. The next thing I remember is his rubbing oil on my cock and hearing myself grown.
I'm laying flat on my back and I can see Brad straddle my engorged cock and lower his ass down on top of me. I arched my back and so that I entered him slowly. My pole was like an iron rod and I wanted to ram that beautiful fucker as deeply as as possible. I knew that tonight was going to be special This night we were going to be one and I was damned determined that that our very beings were going to merge. Tonight I was going to cream my cousin's insides and he was going to beg me for it I wanted to literally hear him beg me to give to to him.
We locked hands and all of a sudden he was riding me up and down with positive control. We were both moaning and grunting now. I could see that his eyes were on fire and he kept asking for it harder and faster.
I'm sure we must have woke up the girl down below, I remember the bed really squeaking but I didn't really give a fuck. I had heard her often enough!
So here I am flat on my back looking from his face to his abdomen, and thrusting as hard as I could. Brad is riding me like he's in a rodeo, and calling on me to shove it deeper and deeper. Next thing I remember, is his pleading for me to shoot and warning me that he was going to come. I increased my pace. When I thought that I was about to explode I arched my back, gave a loud grown and shot my load high into his guts. With that he screamed and shot his cum all over my chest and face. My dick was still pumping like crazy but I had lost all control. I felt like my very juices were being used up as my dick, with a mind of its own, continued to pump itself dry. After a while I found the strength to pull out. Brad and I collapsed on each other exhausted.
I spent several minutes listening to both of our hearts beating at a rapid but slowing pace. We gave each other another lust filled french kiss and drifted off to sleep.