"ALL RIGHT YOU BITCHES! YOU HAVE ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS TO GET OUT OF BED AND SHOVE YOUR TAMPONS IN YOUR CUNTS" is what I hear to awaken me. Sgt Tate's shouting voice is one of the worst alarm clocks to wake up to.
A second after I regain consciousness I feel Joe bolt awake. He slams his arm into my back and flips open the blankets. A pile lands on me.
Sgt Tate is banging the bottom of a metal trashcan.
After fighting with the covers I leap out of bed. Joe is standing at the foot of the bed. Randy stands next to him. I am the third in line.
"Well girls, it is time for you all to douche out. I was planning on fucking the three of you last night, but your tongues decided to give this Marine a surprise, and this Marine doesn't like surprises, but it liked that one. But I really need to fuck some cunt. And when I say cunt, I am talking about the collective cunt the three of you offer."
Joe and Randy both stand at attention, and I try to do my best.
"Randy, go hook up the douche hose. Joe, you are the first one up. Fag, that leaves you holding the hose."
I am still trying to wake up. Looking at the clock it is seven in the morning. After falling asleep after two, I could easily crawl back into bed and continue sleeping.
The four of us go into the tiny bathroom. Randy is in the tub hooking up a large funnel from the showerhead. It collects the water from the head only to feed through the rubber tube to the plastic nozzle.
Randy turns on the water, after a few seconds, the nozzle spews a solid stream of water. The catch fills up easily, and the excess pours over the side to keep the pressure coming through the nozzle to be consistently flowing.
"Joe, you are up first."
Randy gets out, and Joe climbs in.
Sgt Tate smacks the back of my head. "Nozzle bitch, get in there."
I climb in and pick up the nozzle. Joe bends over. I am about to stick it in Joe when Sgt Tate interrupts me.
"Boy, put some lube on his hole at least."
I don't know what lube he is talking about. Then it dawns on me. He wants me to rim him.
My tongue goes directly where it needs to. His asshole welcomes be back by opening up.
After a quick spit lube job, I pull back and put the nozzle directly in his hole.
"Now hold it in place. Joe, when you need to squirt, squirt."
I look over at Sarge leaning against the vanity, arms crossed, with Randy on his knees giving him head.
My interest in Sgt Tate and Randy is interrupted by Joe expelling water all over my hands and arms. It is a murky light brown liquid. The ass slime slithers down my arm.
I hold the hose in there for a few minutes until the clear liquid that drenches my body washes away the initial slimy muck.
"Randy it's your turn."
Joe and Randy switch places. I apply spit to Randy's ass just like I did for Joe. Randy farts on my face. I see him look back, but away from Sgt Tate, and smile at me.
"Now don't forget to lick clean the nozzle before you stick it into his ass."
I look at Sgt Tate who remains in the same pose except the man giving him head is larger. Based on Joe's body movements, he seems to be giving Tate's cock serious root-to-head tongue action.
With the water coming out of the nozzle, I lick all over cleaning whatever was left of Joe.
Into Randy's hole it goes. He starts pushing out immediately. While Joe was essentially clear of any shit, Randy isn't as prepared. I get pelted with a few dingleberries. Strangely, he is cleaned out much faster than Joe.
"You two boys get your ass in the other room. Get on the bed ass up."
Randy follows Joe into the other room.
"Go ahead boy, stick the hose in your pussy too. Get cleaned out."
Into my ass it goes; it goes in quite easily. As I feel the water filling me up, Sgt Tate steps up. I take his semi hard cock into my mouth. Instantly strong morning piss starts flowing down my throat.
I swallow the golden nectar, expelling my ass contents at the same time. He pulls out his drained cock, and walks out the bathroom saying, "When you are done cleaning out and washing your forehead, get that cunt in here."
It doesn't take me long to get cleaned out. And this time it is easier to wash off my forehead. What's interesting is that I am not fully awake; I have been on autopilot since I woke up. I know that as soon as I walk into the other room, that I will need to be fully aware in order to respond fully to Sarge.
My water turns clear. I stand up and take the nozzle out of my ass so that I can use it to wash the bits and pieces down the drain.
"Boy, quit playing and get your puss out here."
Quickly finishing, I turn off the shower. Toweling off, I walk into the other room. Joe and Randy are both bent over the bed. I can see their delicious holes.
"About fucking time. You move like turtles fuck. Get your cunt in place."
I climb on the bed next to Joe who puts his arm around me. He leans over and kisses my forehead.
"Aww ain't that cute! That gets me all warm and squishy inside. Makes me want to kill babies and eat puppies."
I hear a whooshing sound. That could only mean one thing; Sgt Tate just removed his belt from his pants.
"Boys, it's time for your Sarge to say thank you for last night's blowjob."
Whoosh. The first stroke of the belt lands on all three of us--first on Randy's ass before traveling to Joe and finally to me. The intensity is greatly diminished by time that it gets to me.
Randy screams out; so does Joe to a lesser part.
Joe starts to stand. He says. "Um . . ."
Before Joe can complete his thought, Sgt Tate interrupts him, "Oh hell fucking no! Get your face on that mattress. For the past twenty-four hours I have had to put up with your passive aggressive power bottom shit challenging me at every step. It was cute the first seven times you did it, but now it's as tired as a car full of narcoleptics. It is my turn to get satisfied. If you want this cock up your cunt one last time, then bend the fuck over next to your brothers and take your well earned ass lickin' like a man!"
Joe lay down next to me. I can tell that Sgt Tate says the right words. Joe is probably having memories of his dad whipping he and his brothers. The moment of reverie is over as Sarge lays into us.
"Whack!" That hits Joe and Randy as they scream out.
"Whack!" Jesus! That one landed squarely on my left cheek.
"Whack!" Joe and I receive the third.
"Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!" Sgt Tate just unleashes a torrent of beatings. It is hard to tell where one stops and the other starts.
Joe pulls me close to him and starts kissing me. One lash lands on both our backs.
"Knock it off bitches. No kissing. You are not to get comfort in this with each other."
We detach. Our collective lashes continue for another dozen or so. My ass is on fire. Sgt Tate stops.
"Pull apart your cheeks and show your pussies."
I reach behind me and pull mine apart. I can feel Joe shift his body so he can reach behind.
After a minute I hear sounds of a camera click. It is Sgt Tate taking several pics with his phone. "Well those pics will make a great coffee table photo book."
I hear a higher pitched smack followed by an immediate scream from Randy. Two seconds later another sound and Joe screams "What the fuck!"
Within the next two seconds I know that I am next for what will come.
I don't even hear the sound as the stinging intensity in my asshole lips. Sgt Tate uses the belt directly on our assholes. It feels like a giant razor blade has slashed open my hole.
"Now it's time for this Marine to FUCK CUNT!"
I look over my shoulder to see him between Randy's legs. He spits on Randy's tender hole and just shoves in.
Randy screams out.
"Shut up, I'm trying to fuck here."
I just lay here with my hands pulling apart my ass cheeks. The air helps my sore exposed asshole.
I hear Sgt Tate spit again followed by Joe grunting. So he is fucking Joe, who is panting and straining to accommodate Sarge's cock with his abused hole.
Sgt Tate then moves over to me. He doesn't spit; he just impales me. I feel my lips, ripped up from before, being pulled inside with his cock.
His firm hands on my hips hold me down and in place. His cock strains my sore hole.
He lay on top of me and whispers in my ear. "I saved the best for last." After three violent deep thrusts he pulls out of me.
My hands still pull apart my cheeks. Again, the air feels refreshing. I am glad that the other two are there, they seem to get the brunt of this assault fuck.
Sgt Tate moves between Joe and Randy, while leaving me alone. I am glad. I am really tired here, and after a whole day of being fucked, I am tired.
But looking over at Sgt Tate who is riding high on testosterone, I don't get how he can do it every day three or four times. He can even fuck right after cumming. Sgt Tate amazes me. To be hard all that time. He is one sexy man.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
I look away.
Sgt Tate moves back and forth between them. I can hear him grunt; he is about to cum.
I glance out of the corner of my eye. He throws his head back while fucking Joe. The veins in his arms and neck begin popping out. His pecs contract.
"Here it cums! Here cums Dad's cum."
Sgt Tate slams hard into Joe twice before moving quickly over to Randy to finish his orgasm. He collapses on Randy.
"Hey bitch!" The tone tells me he is addressing me. "Clean him up, but don't felch out my cum. I want him to have it in his ass as he rides home to his wife."
I get down off the bed and start licking Joe's battered ass. Not much ass juices here, since I douched him out beforehand. I do taste Sarge's cum. Licking across Joe's swollen hole, I hear him moaning in pleasure.
"Now clean off my dick." I look over inches from my face to see Sgt Tate start to rise. His soft cock falls from Randy's ass. It is exposed for the briefest moment before I take it in my mouth. "Joe, get dressed."
Joe gets up and walks into the other room.
I suck on Tate's cock for a few more moments before he pulls out.
"Do the same to Randy's ass."
I start to lick Randy's hole as Sgt Tate go into the other room with Joe. They come back into this room with Joe dressed. Damn he looks good. They are laughing together.
Joe says, "Now I have your e-mail."
"E-mail me. I could always use a bottom like you at one of my parties or weeklong retreats. Do you like to hunt?"
"I did, and haven't done much of it for years."
"Well I am always having hunting trips. Bring your biker friends and we will have a blast."
"Sounds like fun."
"Hey Shithead!" I pull out of Randy's ass. Sgt Tate throws my shorts at me. "Say your good-byes."
I get up and put the shorts on. Joe opens the motel room door and walks to his bike. I follow.
"Well kid, this is it."
"I wish you didn't have to go."
"I know. I really enjoyed my time with you. You are an extraordinary boy."
"Thank you. And you are one hot man."
"Remember what I said last night. He might be all nice now, but you need to figure out what is going on with him."
"I know."
"What's your e-mail?" God, I haven't thought about my e-mail since the first day. I give him my e-mail. "I'll e-mail you next week when you get home. That's when, next Monday?"
"Yeah, a week from today."
"You don't live too far from here, about a couple of hours. Maybe we can hook up."
"I would like that." I then add, "Dad."
Joe smiles an enormous smile. "Boy, you are a gem."
He leans down and kisses me, deeply and passionately. Nothing else matters here. He pulls away but still holds my chin in his hand. Staring into my eyes, one last unspoken connection is made. He winks.
On goes his wood grained helmet. "Dan, you take care of yourself. I mean it. You look out for number one."
I blurt out, "Take me with you."
"Aw man! Now why did you have to do that?" He hugs me, but only for a second. "You and I both know that you can't come with me."
"I know."
"If I could, I would love to throw you on the back of my bike and take you places. But it is not in the cards to do that. Tate may be a big prick, but he is minding after you . . . sorta. Really, you have to talk to him tell him what you want and don't want."
I look at him. I want to go so bad with him and tell Tate to fuck off. But then, what about my dad? He will most likely find out the whole story.
"Dan, let me give you my number. If you need to talk to me just call."
He gives me his number, making me repeat it ten times to make sure I have it memorized.
"Come here." He hugs me again, but this time it lasts a lot longer. "It will be OK."
He starts up his bike. Tears well up in my eyes.
"Now don't do that. You'll get me going. So let's just say good-bye here."
"Good-bye."
He rides off.
I walk back into the room. Sgt Tate is dressed while Randy is pantless. He reaches for his underwear.
"Sir?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you going to remove this chastity tube?"
"Eventually. When I am ready, I'll drop the key in the mail."
"But, . . ."
"Bitch now is not the time for you to question me. I have made my decision. You need to adhere to it."
Defeated Randy puts on his underwear and then completes getting dressed. There isn't much to put into the truck, as we didn't take much out.
We load up the truck. It is full of boxes. It wasn't there yesterday. Well at least not yesterday afternoon. Last night it was dark, and being tired I wasn't paying any attention to anything.
We climb in and head out back to the rest area so Randy can drive home. Not much is said in the cab, nor is there much said at the rest area.
I get out to look around as they talk. This place is dead. Only one semi is parked. I can see the driver working on paperwork. It is hard to imagine that just ten hours ago this place was an orgy.
The drivers, save one, are all on their way to drop off Monday morning payloads.
Randy shouts at me, "Hey boy!"
I run over to them. "Yes Sir."
"It was a blast this weekend. Enjoy your week with this incredible man."
Sgt Tate smiles.
"Thank you too Randy."
"See you soon." Sgt Tate kisses him passionately. The driver sees this, and his mouth hangs open.
Sgt Tate pulls away, and Randy walks over to me and hugs me. He leans into me to kiss me on the lips, but before our lips touch, he kisses my cheek. He whispers, "Shit eater."
He walks off to his jeep, gets in, and drives off, giving us a final wave good-bye.
I look at Sgt Tate.
"Boy, you ready to go home?"
"Yes Sir."
The driver slams his door shut. He runs into the bathroom. As he goes by he grabs his crotch.
"Go get him boy. I got to find out when the store opens up." I don't know what store he is talking about, but I don't care. A stocky bearded man with a sizeable bulge needs my servicing.
I walk in and see him at the urinal with a hard on. He turns to me. I don't waste time. I drop to my knees and give him an incredible blowjob. He shoots within five minutes. "Thanks, I gotta run." With that he runs out. I barely get up off my knees, wash up, and walk out before his semi is starting to move.
Sgt Tate's truck is alone in the parking lot. I do not initially see him. A whistle from the bushes area alerts me that he is there and probably wants me in there quickly. I run into the bushes area, as the last semi pulls out of the rest area.
I enter and see Sgt Tate standing with his arms crossed, his legs separated by a shoulder length, and his cock hanging out of his unbuttoned pants.
"Looks different. Doesn't it?"
"Yes Sir." Actually it looks the same; there is still the same mess that was here yesterday. But the feel of it is different.
"It's just you and me, boy. We have an hour and a half to kill before the store opens at ten, why don't you get naked?"
My clothes are off me in a flash. I lay on the overly used mattress. Sgt Tate finishes stripping. Except for his tags, he wears nothing.
He lays on me in missionary position. "You did good kid. Real good."
I cannot respond due to the passionate kiss he lays on me. I wrap my arms and legs around him. I feel his hardening cock at my asshole. Our tongues explore each other's mouths.
With one hand he positions his cock in my ass, without disconnecting the kiss. He starts fucking, but this is not the brutal assault he has given me so many times. This is more passionate. He fucks as a reward.
My eyes have been closed since he first mounted me, so when he pulled his mouth off mine, I opened them. He is not looking down at me, but off to the right.
I look over in the same direction, and there stands an extremely well dressed man. He is extremely attractive man in his late forties or early fifties. He wears designer business slacks and shirt. A shiny belt matches his well-polished shoes. His shirt and tie complete his look. As much as he looks like a businessman, he looks like he would be the kind of man who is just as comfortable out of his clothes.
He is tanned--overly tanned, which is a contrast to his pale blue eyes. Barely grey thinning hair on top is made to look more full by the use of hair products. His salt and pepper thin moustache has a higher concentration of gray than his head.
Everything about him looks completely manicured, including his silver watch, three rings on his perfectly manicured fingers, and a silver chain bracelet. This man looks completely out of place in this rest area. In different clothes he would fit in, as his six-foot body is in shape, but still has some padding on his midsection.
He doesn't look like a simple businessman; he looks like an executive.
I don't understand why whenever I get close with Sgt Tate, something seems to interfere. He has been a prick to me this weekend, and the first moment he gives me some personal attention, we get interrupted.
With a gruff voice, "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."
Sgt Tate responds, but doesn't stop fucking, "No problem. If you want to watch, we don't mind."
He pauses. "If you don't mind . . ."
"Hell you can join us if you would like."
Fuck no. Please. Just tell him to leave us alone. I want this moment to be unspoiled.
The man rubs his crotch instinctively. "I think I'll just watch."
"It's alright. But if you are going to watch, you should do it closer. Again, we don't mind."
I do mind.
He moves closer. In fact, he stands about a foot and a half away from my head. I look up at him as Tate fucks me. He is very handsome. In any other circumstance, I would be all over him; he's beefy, older, and sexy. But I don't want him now.
Lust takes Sarge's attention from me to this new man. They lock looks back and forth. It's settled; it's a three way now. I might as well take part.
He rubs his hand over his bulge, which looks too big to be his cock and balls. My interest is now piqued. I wonder what he has in there besides them. I stretch my left hand out to his calve. It is rock hard. This man works out.
He doesn't mind me touching him. I decide to reach up to his oversized crotch, which has gotten bigger in the past minute. I feel a soft object the size of a tennis ball half way between his dick and his knees.
I have no idea what this is. He smiles at me and minimally nods. It's his dick. "Holy shit!"
Sgt Tate stops fucking and looks at the crotch. "What?"
I ask, "Is this your dick?"
"Yeah."
"Down there? Let me see." Sgt Tate pushes my hand aside. He is more aggressive with his groping. "Holy shit is right. Take this thing out. I've got to see it."
"I don't know. Is it safe here?"
"Yeah. Didn't you see all those closed signs along the road?"
"Yeah. But then I saw a semi pull out and thought that it reopened. I went in the bathroom and saw the graffiti saying to go to the bushes."
"It's safe. There was a huge orgy here last night and no one bothered us."
"Were there women?"
"No. Just men being men. So let's see your cock."
He looks around and then unzips. He pulls out the absolute largest cock I have ever seen even on the internet. Its head is as big as a tennis ball. His deflated shaft hangs about seven inches. Huge balls, also about the size of tennis balls hang behind it. This thing is mammoth. Now I am really interested.
Sgt Tate is surprised, "Damn! Man, that is one huge cock. Holy fuck!" I cannot remember when Sgt Tate was at a loss for words.
The man laughs and starts to jerk it.
"Get comfortable. I want to see that cock hard. You want it sucked? My boy will suck it for you." I'll give it a try but I doubt I will be successful.
"No. I would just watch. I'm straight."
Sgt Tate doesn't even hesitate, "So am I. Shithead here is a queer as leather night at the Judy Garland Mausoleum."
"I have a wife of twelve years."
"I have a wife for six. It's all right. No one cares here."
"I don't know."
I reach up and take hold of his shaft. It is the fattest cock I have seen or felt. There is so much skin. When he gets hard it has to be unbelievable.
He moans at my touch.
Sgt Tate follows up with "See." He pulls out of me and gets up. "Boy, get up there."
I get on my knees and take his huge head in my mouth. It tastes salty, but the taste goes away after a few swipes of my tongue.
"Oh man does this feel good."
"You like that? Hunh?"
"My wife doesn't give me head. She could never get her mouth around it. I haven't had a blow job in years."
Sarge responds, "She wouldn't last with me." I keep bobbing up and down on his head and about two inches down the shaft.
"I begged her to just try. I told her that I would get it some place else. She said fine, as long it's not a woman. She knew I wouldn't go to a fag. Once I heard about this place, I thought I would try it out."
"So you didn't just happen on this place?"
"No, I read about it on a website that listed where to get a blowjob. And the graffiti above the urinal said that there was an orgy back here." His cock is getting harder.
Sgt Tate laughs. "Well you came to the right place, except the orgy was last night."
"Oh man! I need this blowjob."
"Well at least you can get have a decent one. To the root, bitch!"
To the base? How the hell am I supposed to take all this cock in my mouth and throat? I don't have to wait to find out. Sgt Tate pushes my head down further. I just open my throat by extending my tongue out, as if to lick his balls. My nose is in his pubes.
"Holy fuck! I have never had anyone throat me to the nut."
I open my eyes and I see Sgt Tate jerking his dick right next to this man. I can barely breathe. My head violently pull off his cock. I once again am gasping for air in the exact same spot for a second day.
After a few seconds of recovery, I look up. The executive's pants and underwear are around his ankles. His hand holds on to Sgt Tate's smaller cock. It's hard to believe that anyone could dwarf Sgt Tate's huge cock, but this guy's does.
He looks at Sarge's cock; he is quite focused on the cock in his hand. Reaching over, the other hand cups Sgt Tate's balls. Moving only his eyes, he looks up at Sarge, but only for a fraction of a second, as if to get permission.
"Go for it" Sarge whispers in his ear. "I know you want it."
He bends over and takes the Marine cock in his mouth. Because of his position, he can only get the head and barely an inch of the shaft in.
Sgt Tate takes the opportunity to run his hand down the spine and into the exposed crack.
He pulls off the cock, "No. No. No. Get your hands off my ass."
"That's fine. I was just admiring it."
"Nothing goes in my ass." He repositions himself so that he is on his knees in front of Tate's cock and returns to sucking. The man has a nice beefy ass to go with the rest of him. Not too hairy on his cheeks, but his crack is covered with it.
"Didn't mean any harm by that. In fact, let me make it up. Boy, lick the man's asshole."
I don't need to be told twice. My tongue immediately finds his hole.
He starts to straighten up, causing my tongue to slip out.
"I said I want nothing in my ass."
Sgt Tate again whispers, "Shh. Shh. Shh. He's not going to fuck you, just lick your asshole. Trust me, it will feel real good. Just put your lips around my cock and let his tongue work its wonders."
He resumes his blowjob pose. My tongue explores his musky asshole.
For the next few minutes my tongue covers every inch of his crack and the skins of his rectum. He moans around Tate's cock nonstop. I feel balls slapping on my chin probably from jerking off.
Sgt Tate speaks, "I have something better for your dick than your hand. Boy on your back with legs up."
I am going to get fucked; I don't know how but I will do my best. Cocks like this are not common, and I don't want to pass up an opportunity.
"Why don't you get comfortable? Take your clothes off. No one will be back here."
He hesitates, but relents. Hidden behind his shirt is a hairy but muscular torso. Under his pants are meaty muscular legs. This man is hot.
"Damn, you have a great body."
"Twenty-two years as a baseball player."
"Well it paid off. Your body is exquisite."
"I was a catcher in the Minors for the Tigers. They had the best trainers."
"You still in baseball?"
"Only in administration. I'm the VP of Communications for . . ." and he ends the sentence premature.
"Well then you know how to use a bat? Stick it in."
He positions his cock at my hole, with Sgt Tate monitoring over his shoulder. I feel his cockhead at my hole; it feels like softball waiting for entry. A shove and my asshole starts rejecting the idea.
"Boy open up that hole."
"I'm trying Sir."
Another futile shove, and the pain at my hole is excruciating. My legs stretch out assisting in my defiance.
Sgt Tate stands up, "This is pointless." He walks around to my head and sits on my mouth. I lick. But I think the real reason why he came over is to control my legs. Pulling them further apart opens my ass, and pulling them higher controls the resistance.
A third shove results in my screaming into Sarge's asshole.
"That's it. Keep pushing; he'll take it."
No I can't. My legs start to resist again, but this time Sgt Tate controls them. My ass is full--fuller than when Sgt Tate double dicked me--fuller than when Sgt Blakely fisted me. He reaches my breaking point inside.
"You're almost there!"
"Jesus, my cock has never even made it this far before."
"Well you have about three more inches to go. Bury the fucker in his ass."
I start screaming, "No. No. No." into Tate's asshole. There is absolutely no way I can take three more inches.
Sgt Tate reaches around and slaps me on the top of my head. "Knock it off; this doesn't concern you."
What? The hell it doesn't! More cock is being pushed into my hole. I don't know how much more I can take, both physically and psychologically.
"Almost there!"
One final push and I feel pubes on my ass.
"Now fuck that cunt!"
Sgt Tate wiggles on my face. The man leans over to start sucking the free cock. With him bending over, I can feel some of his cock slip out of my ass. Those few inches make all the world. Luckily his fucking strokes are negligible, but still my asshole is full.
"It is so nice to be able to fuck something that isn't strangling my cock."
"Well fuck him as long as you like."
"Oh fuck!" The man resumes the blowjob on Sgt Tate; I can hear his moaning slurps.
"For someone who was only looking for his cock to be taken care of, you seem to be interested in sucking."
He pulls up and gasps for air, "I have wanted to do something like this for so long."
"This is the first time you have been with another man?"
"Yeah. I've been curious."
"What do you think?"
I am still filled up with his thrusting cock. "Fucking great. I have seen a lot on the internet."
I love the internet. Without it, I would have never known that others like me exist; there aren't people in my town that are openly gay, in fact none at all.
"I got to come here more often. I go by this place a number of times a year to my dad's shop in the foothills."
Sgt Tate wiggles on my face. "Where in the foothills?" He answers with a town I have never heard of. But Sgt Tate does. "You're not more than an hour from my lodge. That's where me and the asswipe are heading to." He thumps my stomach.
"I never have been licked before either. My wife never would have done something like that."
"And there's the problem. Women are always saying what they won't do. Mine doesn't do everything I need. That's why having a fag on hand is so convenient. What I say goes. Ain't that right?"
Sgt Tate gets up and turns around to face me. The man leans back as a result of Tate's ass being thrust into his direction.
"Ain't it?" He bends over to look at me in the eye, but by doing so, it places his ass about six inches from the man's face.
"Yes Sir, what you say goes."
Sarge winks at me. And then he smiles--not just any smile, but a smile of satisfaction and pleasure. I glance down between his legs and I see the executive with his hands in position to cup Sgt Tate's ass cheeks. I can't see his face, but I can see by the shadowing on his chest that there is no light passing between them. He must be leaning into the Marine's crack.
"Just close your eyes and give it a swipe of the tongue." Sgt Tate's smile hasn't lessened as he gives his orders. His eye connection with me is interrupted with a roll of the eyes, followed by a slow close of the lids, and punctuated with a moan. "Mmmm. That's it. Oh that feels so good." Sgt Tate barely whispers to me, "Blow me. Get me nice and wet. Cover me with your spit."
I switch my body around, dislodging his cock in the meantime. I take Sgt Tate's cock in my mouth. It's hard to get into the best position for sucking because Tate is bent over with his hands on his thighs.
He wants it covered with spit; I know he's going to fuck this guy. This executive has the audacity to tell Sgt Tate "No." So he's going to get fucked. I need to put as much spit as I can on his dangling cock.
He stands up and pushes me away. "Bitch! Get down there and clean off his cock."
"He doesn't need to do that. It's gross."
"Don't worry about that, it's not your mouth. He'll clean you up. Since you have never been rimmed or blown, or even rimmed another, I assume you haven't had your nipples played with."
"Well . . ."
Sgt Tate walks to his clothes as I start my best at sucking on his head.
He moans. "Mmmm. That feels good." I lick his cockhead tasting his precum. He holds my head and gently fucks my mouth.
Sgt Tate returns with his phone and snaps a photo of me with the monster cock barely in my head.
The man responds, "What the fuck? I don't want my picture taken."
"Don't worry. It's just your cock in his mouth. See." He shows the man his phone. "A cock like this doesn't come around too often."
"Just no more pics."
"I'm putting away the phone."
Sgt Tate moves around back behind him and kneels. His hands reach around to the proud nips.
The man moans as Sgt Tate rubs the man's nipples. Then, the moan stops. "I said that I don't get fucked."
"I heard. But your body is saying something different."
"No." I focus on bobbing my mouth on his head.
"No one will know. Your secret won't get out. Just because you'll take it up the ass doesn't make you a fag."
It seems to me that it does.
"NO!" His body starts flailing. While he is a former ball player, his body is nowhere near Sgt Tate's in both strength and size.
I cannot keep the cock in my mouth as he wiggles in place trying to pull away. So I just give up. Sgt Tate has him where he needs him, and he doesn't need me to be in the way. I move from under him and watch a few feet away.
"I've never been fucked."
"I don't care."
"I said 'No!'"
"Quit complaining."
He is shoved forward by Tate's left hand at the same time the right pulled his waist onto Tate's cock.
"Boy!" My attention snaps to him. "Hold him down." I move to his side. I don't know how I can hold him down; he easily has one hundred pounds on me. I nevertheless lean on him.
"Take it out. It hurts." I realize that he really does not want to be fucked, and Sgt Tate is essentially raping him.
"Let me tell you how getting fucked works. If you tighten up, you'll have pain. If you relax and accept it, it will be more pleasurable for you. All you have to do is push out like you were taking a shit. The choice is yours." His instruction sounds all too familiar to me.
He's actually raping the man. His cock is buried deep into the guy's ass. This is wrong. This is so wrong. I always figured Tate as an honorable man. An honorable man wouldn't do this.
Sgt Tate leans forward and starts to fuck. I am in his way. I pull up and off the victim. The man doesn't move at all; Tate does the fucking.
Is he really doing this? How could he? What about me? I am the one who held him down. I am just as guilty. Wow, how could I sink so low?
When I arrived at Sgt Tate's I was in awe of him. I wanted him. He awakened a part of me that needed to come out. He wanted me up until the moment he got me, then he has become more and more about himself and only himself.
Joe is right. What am I doing with him? I have become number three after himself and Randy.
The executive's body relaxes.
"There you go. Relax." He lets out a groan of satisfaction.
Make that number four. Tate interrupted our celebratory fuck for this random nameless guy. Now I am nothing more than the boy who sits by and watches. Is this what life with Tate would be like?
A rhythm is built between the two of them; I am completely ignored by them. The man's body language changes within a minute--from tense resistance to writhing pleasure.
Then I hear the executive say something that catches me off guard. "Oh my God! This feels good." This man is enjoying being fucked.
"See." Sgt Tate smiles. "I knew you were up for it. Keep in mind when you walk out of here, that you are a real man, not like the fag over there, a real man. So just enjoy this."
A look of passionate satisfaction covers the man's face. He pulls himself back into a kneeling position without breaking the fucking rhythm. Sgt Tate addresses me, "Fag, get back to sucking this man's cock. I want to cum with him at the same time."
Great. I'm of use again.
The executive lifts himself on his knees. His back is arched. Sgt Tate leans into him and holds him. He turns his head towards his fucker. The two men kiss.
I move down to his cock. It is now rock hard. It is the biggest cock I have ever seen. Easily it is ten inches long and three inches wide, and those are safe estimates. I cannot get my mouth around his head, at all. So I jerk him off while licking his piss slit.
He says to Tate, "I'm getting close. How about you?"
"Me too."
I am pushed off his head, so he can jerk himself off.
"I want you to shoot all over the fags face--not in her mouth--all over her face."
"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
Sgt Tate also shows signs he's going to cum too, up the man's ass. I position my face in front of the monster cock.
Sgt Tate throws his head back. The executive shouts out. Sgt Tate follows.
Then, it hits. The first spurt hits me on the nose. It is huge, covering my entire nose and some of my left cheek. The second rope of cum lands on my forehead with the same volume as the first. By the fifth spurt, my face is covered, and yet, he is half over.
"Damn! That's fucking hot!" I assume that Sgt Tate empties his balls into the man's ass.
My face is covered in cum. I reach up to wipe it off.
"Boy, if you want that hand to remain part of your arm, you best leave that cum right where it is. This man had the courtesy to use your face as a cum towel, please have the sheer common decency of not wiping it up."
I put my hand down.
"You are not to do anything to that cum until I tell you to. You are going to let it dry on your face. In fact lay on your back so hit has the opportunity to dry a little."
I roll over on my back. My right eye is closed; its lid is covered in cum.
"Where are you going?"
"I've got to get going" the executive responds.
"Wait a moment, I have a proposition here."
"Well . . ."
"Don't start that shit now. Hear me out while you put your clothes back on. You seem like you are a natural for this."
"Fuck no! I ain't a faggot."
"No one said that you were. The faggot is the one with cum on his face. Like I said earlier, I have a hunting lodge no too far from your store. A bunch of men get together to do whatever men do--eat, drink, hunt, fuck, whatever. I think you would fit in there. I have close to twelve thousand acres of secluded land." Sgt Tate reaches into his wallet and takes out a business card. "Here's my card. It has my cell phone and e-mail on it--nothing else. So if your wife sees it, she won't know. Don't toss this out. Think about it on your drive today. Just give me a call."
"Will he be there?" I assume that he is referring to me.
"I don't think so. I'm returning him to his dad next week, but I can have another faggot if you want one. Or if you want real pussy that can be arranged."
"What's your name?"
"Len. You?"
"Daniel." My name!
"Daniel? That's the fag's name too. One Daniel is a hot masculine total man and the other one . . . is a cumrag." Only Sgt Tate laughs. "I'm serious about my offer. You tell me what you really want, and I will provide it, no matter how extreme you think it is."
The cum on my right eye rolls off. I look at them through a squint.
"Thanks Len." The two men kiss, instigated by Sgt Tate. It is very hot to see a completely clothed man kissing a naked hairy man, and the naked one is obviously in control. The executive pulls off. "I will call you later."
He walks off with Sgt Tate watching his steps. After a few moments, I hear the engine from a car in the distance start. It sounds smooth. The executive probably drives a luxury sedan.
Walking over to me Sarge says, "That man was walking like a two by four was up his ass." He looks down at me, "Boy! You are covered in cum!"
"Yes Sir, I am."
"Well it's good for you." He strokes his cock, which strangely is still hard. "Get those legs up."
He's going to fuck me? That will be the third time in a couple of hours. I blurt out, "I can't believe you are hard again."
"What?" He looks at me with a puzzled look. "You thought that I came up his ass?"
"Well you said you wanted to cum with him."
Sgt Tate gets between my legs. "Well that's what I wanted him to think. I want see what he would do. Would he race to the bathroom to squirt it out, or would he drive away thinking my load was in him? And he drove away. He's just discovered his asshole has other functions other than dumping, like pleasurable ones."
He positions his cock at my hole.
"Besides, I was in the middle of fucking you when he came up. I really need to fuck you and dump my morning load into you. You need it in you more than he does."
"Sir?"
He wraps me in his arms for a second time this morning.
"Every morning I have dumped in you as my way of having me inside of you, my bitch."
Every morning? The first morning is when he took my virginity. The second morning, I remember that was in his bathroom when he carried me while fucking me. I remember that he came in me; I am astounded that he was able to fuck after fucking me in bed. The third morning is when he fucked me before, during, and after we talked to my dad. Then yesterday, he fucked Officer Blakely and not me.
"Well enough of that! The focus needs to be on giving you my load. You have been a wonderful bitch this weekend. You deserve your reward--the load of a US Marine in your cunt." With that, he lays on top of me. "Damn boy! You are all stretched out." His tone changes, becomes more relaxed, "Actually, this feels good--the best hole of the whole weekend."
He kisses me.
For what seems like an eternity, he fucks me holding me in his massive arms. He doesn't stop kissing me, even though my face is covered in cum. It is damn near impossible avoid it. Yet, he kisses me, pressing his face into mine in order to get his tongue in deep, completely without any regard to the mess on my face.
For a brief moment, I have a recollection of the horrible things he put me through this past weekend, tricking me to think that I was going to be arrested, twice leaving me alone here, kicking me out of bed for Randy, shitting in my mouth--also twice, and raping a man in front of me, even having me hold him down. But after this brief moment passes, my attention is drawn to more important things, which is being fucked by him.
I'll leave those thoughts to another day. Right now, my thoughts are about his kiss. I don't know how I keep offsetting Tate's actions with his passion towards me. It doesn't make sense. It feels all wrong, at the same time it feels all right.
My eyes are closed. I feel his three hundred pound body lying on top of me; his incredibly thick arms hold me in place. I feel his warmth of his body; his sweat slickens our bodies a little. His breath is moist; we have no problem breathing though the kiss. His cock thrusts a rhythm into my stretched hole. I don't need to see him to feel him--to really feel him.
I feel safe here, in his arms. There is no other place for me to be.
This is the most passionate moment I have experienced this weekend. And it lasts for quite a long time, through his intense orgasm, through the deflation of his cock in my ass, through his unloading his piss in me, and through his soft cock popping out.
He stands up, towering over me. His chest hair while covered in sweat, is messed up due to the friction from the fucking. His cock is the smallest I have ever seen, probably equally as exhausted as I have been.
"Ok boy, let's go home."
I don't want it to end, but it has to. Yet, this is the best way to end such an eventful weekend. This reward is better than anything I could have imagined. It makes up for everything.
One kiss. One single kiss. One long single kiss. One long single intense kiss changes everything.