My name is Erik Lopez. I spent 21 years in the military( Marine Corp). my story is non-fiction.
Right out of boot camp, I was lucky enough to get orders to be stationed in Holy Loch, Scotland. I never dreamed I would get orders so far away-as I grew up in Louisiana all my life and had never been any place other than where I'd been born. But as it turned out, within a few weeks I would be on my way to a place I wasn't certain would hold much fun but I was excited at the prospect of seeing a country I'd only had heard of. Me-I'm a bit on the "effeminate" side so I wasn't sure what or how I would be looked at or even accepted. Once I got there I was given the tour of the ships and the general area but later found out that I wouldn't be working and living on a ship but something called a "drydock", a structure used to dock submarines while they get worked on. My job was supply. A cushy job compared to most and also we Marines were there as security of the area as well.
The drydock was made up of about 200 guys, mostly Navy dudes. At first I pretty much stayed to myself, making only a few friends. But I could clearly see that I was the only "sissy" aboard. We Marines had our own spot, sleeping area etc, but we ate with the Navy guys and also showered with them. Within a months time I had gotten to know most of the guys-as they had to come thru me to get clothing items like boots, jackets and whatever else they needed as Scotland, even in the warm months, gave us plenty of rain.
Right away I struck up a casual relationship with a Navy Chief. Very tall, somewhat handsome. His last name was Haney. Dark hair and from what I could see peeking just above his t-shirt-a very hairy chest. I've always been attracted to white men with hair on their chest. And the more the better.
I think at first he came around because he certainly could tell I was feminine acting. And possibly that intrigued him or turned him on. But as time went on, I got to know him a bit better. He'd come to my work area to get supplies and stand and talk a while. And I always noticed him looking at me with his blue eyes more. The kind of stares that were more than casual. On such occasions I would notice him grabbing his crotch to adjust his cock-which upon my looking, could see a clear imprint and out line of what he was grabbing. And he of course saw me looking. He would just smile when he saw my eyes go down to his crotch.
One particular morning I was working in my shop when he came by looking for something like gloves or at least that is what he wanted me to think he needed. I must admit I was horny a lot but hadn't gotten up the nerve to do much else about it-not even jack off. But this particular morning there he was, with those beautiful blue eyes and quick smile at my door and yes, I could tell he was hard. He asked if he could come in to find the gloves he needed because his hands were kind of on the large size, so I opened my door and let him in to the space. Now this space was not big. Maybe just big enough to allow 2 maybe 3 people in it comfortably. As he came in I had my back turned away from him and as he came by me he made a point of brushing up against my body and ass. Immediately I felt his hard on rub against my ass. I know he did it on purpose because I could feel him press his crotch area close to my ass. My dick began to get hard as well.
Now understand that it was not legal for anything to happen sexually or otherwise with someone higher ranking than myself. I knew it and I know he did. But of course, you know the rules sometimes get swept under the rug.
He dug through a few boxes to find the right gloves he needed, talking all the while. I at that point had perched myself up on the bench that ran the length of the room-as to give him a bit more space, as he was about 6'3". Finally he turned toward me and he had the hardest bulge in his pants. So much so that it looked like it might burst his zipper. I'm thinking, "oh my God, he must be hung like a donkey". He stood and tried the gloves on. And in between conversation, grabbing his erection in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. My heart was beating like a drum. I could clearly see his wedding ring, so I knew he was a married man. And then it happened.
He came toward me, looked me straight in my eyes and bent his head down and began to kiss me. I was shocked but on fire at the same time. I felt his tongue go into my mouth and I received it by sucking on it. I thought he would actually stick it down my throat, as he was kissing me so hard. He then pulled me down off of the bench table I was sitting on and grabbed my left shoulder in a motion to push me down to the floor. And in the same motion, he began to unzip his pants. I looked up at his face and there was no smile there but just a look of pure lust. He then dug until out he pulled the fattest, vein laden, hairy cock I had ever seen before. He was cut but the thickness was unbelievable. I just stared at it at first, as it was just inches from my face. Then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed it to his cock. I could immediately smell a musky scent on his thick bushy black pubes. And I heard him whisper-"suck".
I guided my lips down on the head and ass soon as my lips were wrapped around the head he thrust and pushed me back against the bench I was sitting on and stuck his cock so deep in mouth I couldn't breath nor could I get it comfortably in my mouth. The thickness was too much. And he humped and drilled my mouth and throat, with me gagging and feeling like I'd throw up. I tried with all my strength to have him hold back and go easy on me but he was not having any of that.
Within a few minutes my mouth and lips were feeling sore and slob was running like water all down the sides of my mouth hitting the floor. Then I started to taste something salty and I knew he was pre-cumming. It tasted so good. He moaned and didn't say a word else to me but continued to assault mouth as if it was a pussy. And tired as my mouth and lips were I slurped his rod. Most of it going down my throat every time he pushed forward. And he grinded his ass as if to get deep. A few times I had to pull off it. Each time looking up at him. But he just mouthed, "open" to me. I did and the assault would begin again.
How big he actually was I can't say but if I had to guess I would say he was a good "9" inches and maybe "3" inches in thickness. I was certain his wife probably only gave him pussy as sucking him might've been more than she could take if that. He pulled out his balls too and I was made to suck on them. They were massively big and very hairy and stinky. But I sucked them, making sure not to suck too hard. I could taste the funky musk in my mouth. When he finally put his cock back in my mouth he grabbed both sides of my head and he pumped hard. Each thrust was stronger than before. I held back as best I could-the need to throw up. Finally it was done.
He stopped and I felt and tasted the warmest, milkiest, slimy but sweetest cock milk I'd ever tasted. And there was A LOT. He just kept pumping the stuff in my mouth. And I swallowed and swallowed. It was like drinking a glass of warm milk. And I'm thinking, "how could a dick produce so much cum"?
After he finished I took his cock in hand and made sure every drop was out. He jumped as I sucked on the head. After I stood up in front of him, his face was beet red. No smile but just looked at me. I heard him zip up. And then he put his finger to his mouth as if to say, "keep quiet". I nodded in understanding. Then he grabbed his gloves and left out the door.
Might I say that all that morning, my breath and mouth tasted like cum and musty balls. And even when I burped, all I could taste was his seed.
Now you might think that this was the end, I can tell you it wasn't. I became his bottom bitch in bed. But that is another story for later.