I awake.
Slowly I gain consciousness.
I don't feel like I am in a familiar room.
Sgt Tate comes from the bathroom area. "Good morning Shithead." Now things start to become familiar. "Or should I say 'Afternoon Shithead?'"
Last night is recalled. In detail! Fuck I ate shit!
The Sarge is in running shorts. He is shirtless with his dog tags resting on his fur. He walks over to my side of the bed.
"I thought I would let you sleep in. You deserved it." He rubs my stomach.
"What time is it?"
He snaps back, "Ask me again appropriately."
"Sir, what time is it?"
"12:45, you slept for about nine hours. I got up a couple of hours ago. Just got back in from my jog." He pulls out his cock. "I got to piss."
My duties don't stop. I start to get up.
"No, no, no. In bed. I want to see if you can drink without spilling."
I slide over, and take his cock into my mouth. Piss immediately pours in. I swallow. I am very thirsty, and his pungent piss is helping yet repulsing me.
He strokes my stomach. I look up to him grinning. He is one hot fucker.
His piss reduces to a trickle.
"Move over." I slide to the other side of the bed. After pulling off his shorts, he climbs into bed. Come here. He pulls me face first into his chest. He is very sweaty and very musky. "Boy, I am so proud of you and what you did for me."
"Thank you Sir."
"You are welcome boy, . . . welcome to eat my sweaty asshole." I start to pull away to make my way to his ass, but he stops me. "No, no, stay here. Lay here and enjoy."
He really knows how to put me at ease. Last night he was an evil bastard, but today, he's a big cuddly puppy.
"How's your stomach doing?"
"It's doing fine Sir." I haven't really given it much thought.
"I can see that. You know you got hard when I dumped in you last night."
Oh fuck, that's right.
"So that means, you liked it."
No it doesn't.
"You cock was rock hard for everyone to see. But don't worry, you'll get another taste real soon."
He rolls on top of me. His full 300 pounds crushes me, but it feels good to be encompassed by him. He kisses me. It is a passionate kiss. His legs spread mine. I feel his cock start to get hard.
He grinds his mouth onto mine. I kiss back. With my hands trapped, I can only rub his hairy torso. My hands run all over his pecs, only to find his dog tags. A few strokes later I locate his nipples. A quick squeeze sends him into overdrive.
He lifts my legs in order to position his cock at my hole. I completely forget that I am still plugged from last night. Sgt Tate realizes the same thing. He reaches below to the plug. It turns at the same time that it withdraws from my hole only to be thrown across the room.
His mouth never leaves mine. With one hand guiding his cock and the other one holding my leg, I know I am going to get fucked. Precum covers my hole.
In one stroke, his cock is buried. In that one stroke I scream in pain, as the precum is not enough. His tongue still buried down my throat deafens my scream.
He grinds his pelvis into my ass with such force that I think he is trying to get every inch and then some of his cock into my ass.
Sgt Tate's mouth pulls away. I start to bend in two--my legs go higher and higher. He grabs them and then places them on his shoulders. Dog tags dangle above me.
His thrusts intensify so much that he is using the full 300 pounds to slam his body into me. With each pile-driving slam his cock hits my inner wall. I let loose one guttural sound after another.
Sitting back on his knees gives my legs a few moments of rest. Still, his cock continually thrusts into my hole.
Sgt Tate leans over and smacks me hard across the face. It is followed by another and another.
"Faggot. Your cunt feels so good today. Your face . . ." He doesn't finish; he throws his dangling dog tags over his shoulder in order to start kissing me again.
I don't care what he is about to say. I don't want this to end. His kiss makes me forget all the things he did to me yesterday. I feel his moustache rubbing my upper lip. I taste his spit, the remnants of his cigar. I look at his closed eyes, the same eyes that make me submit with just a squint. I feel his massive arms hold me in place, the same arms that would yank my head back.
Across the room is a mirror. Our two forms can be seen. Sgt Tate's massive muscular legs and feet dominate the two reflective forms. My legs point up to ceiling. But the most impressive part I see is his ass. With each thrust, his ass forms two dimples, one in each cheek. With each withdrawal, his ass cheeks part, showing his crack. Sometimes I can see his hole.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
I am snapped back to the man. He has stopped fucking. "Um."
He looks back to see what I am captivated by. "Now that is fucking hot."
"Yes Sir!"
"So you want some of this." He pulls his cock out of my ass and turns around. Sgt Tate is about to sit on my face, but instead shoves his cock into my mouth. "Clean this off first." It slides down. I am getting better at throating him.
He doesn't keep his cock in my throat for too long. After a few deep strokes, he pulls out. After adjusting positions a little, he plants his asshole on my tongue. My tongue knows exactly what to do.
"Mmmm Boy. You really must love my shitter." He is absolutely right. Eating his ass is my favorite things to do.
My face is completely buried. I cannot open my eyes because they are pushed up against his hairy cheeks. I am so lost in his asshole that I forget to breathe. I try to inhale but his ass covers my face. Moving my head is also futile. I gently push up on his ass to signal to him.
"Leave your hands by your side."
I start to panic. My hands flail around
"Calm down boy." He pulls off my face. I gasp for air. "If you couldn't breathe, why didn't you say something?"
He hops off the bed, still rock hard.
He smiles and winks, "Let's go get something to eat."
We dress; it feels weird to put on clothing. I am in the same T-short. Sgt Tate takes the skid marked shorts. After turning them inside out, they are rolled into a ball with the marks on the outside.
"Open up bitch."
I don't even argue. I open my mouth. The shorts are shoved in with the marks resting on my tongue.
"That should be a good appetizer. Put your socks and shoes on. Then let's go. Once in the truck, you can put your shorts on."
We go to a local diner. He decides what I eat and drink which is a standard breakfast. He orders himself two meals. "Damn I'm hungry today! It's like I need to eat for two." Urgh!
The meal is average. Afterwards, we do a little shopping in the local pharmacy before walking next door to an adult bookstore.
It is a straight bookstore with a small gay section. Sgt Tate looks at the straight porn. He tells me to look through the gay for kinky videos.
Lots of videos are here, but most of them are young hairless boys. I never realized how much gay porn has young hairless boys. When I surf the Internet for porn, I would skip past it. But most of what I see here is boy on boy stuff.
Sgt Tate approaches me with videos in his hands. "Find anything?"
"No Sir. Most of this is stuff is young hairless boys."
"And you are a? . . ."
He has a point. I change the subject, "Well none are kinky."
"I'm finding nothing either. I asked if they had any kinky shit. They said it's hard to get. I got some big tittied porn instead. Let's go. I want to fuck your cunt again." He says this loud enough for some patrons to overhear.
I am so embarrassed.
Sgt Tate looks over at the short disgusted man "He gives good head and has a deep cunt. Want to try him out?"
"Fuck no! Fucking Faggots."
Sgt Tate goes into Drill Instructor mode. "Do you have a problem with faggots like him? It would be so easy to make you into one little man."
He walks off. Sgt Tate nudges me to leave with him.
We leave and go back to the motel. As we walk into the room, he hands me the pharmacy bag, "Go clean out your cunt."
I take out an enema kit--the kind with the red bag he bought. During the five douches I hear the straight porn with a woman moan non-stop.
"Bitch, you've been in there too long. What you don't clean out with the hose, you can lick off of my cock."
I give one final big push and squirt out the last bit. With a quick wipe, I race to his side. He slouches naked except for his tags on the chair by the bed, with his cock pointing upward in his hand.
"Come here." I get closer. He gives me a quick jerk and I start to get hard.
I hope that he will let me cum. I know that he let me last night. But I know I could cum for him twenty times any day.
"Look at her." I see a woman with big tits riding a man's cock. "See how she rides his cock. I want you to do the same thing to mine." He puts some lube on his cock. "Turn around and start riding bitch."
I turn and place his cockhead, slowly putting the tip in my hole. Sgt Tate roughly grabs my hips and slams me down on his cock. I scream.
"Now ride bitch."
I start to lift myself up, but I can't seem to bring myself down. Sgt Tate however sees to it that I do.
"You see how her tits bounce as she rides his cock? I want your dick to do the same thing."
I lift up, and he pulls down. After a few moments I get the rhythm down. My erect cock does bob up and down just like he wants it. I see him watching me ride.
"That's it boy. I do not want to see that cock stop flopping. Keep riding no matter what happens."
So this must have been why he jerked me off. Sgt Tate grabs his phone. He's going to make a call. I can't imagine whom he will call. The porn video is still playing with the big tittied woman moaning rather loudly.
"Jack?" Oh Shit! He's calling my dad. "Well happy birthday there!" I stop. I cannot imagine why he would call him with me riding his cock. He smacks my ass, "No one told you to stop."
I continue to ride his cock. My cock flops up and down again.
"Yeah he's here. Let me put you on speakerphone."
The phone is set next to me on the table. Sgt Tate taps the screen to turn on the speakerphone.
"Dan?"
"Dad." My ass slams down on Sgt Tate's cock base. "Um, happy birthday." I pull up. "How is it going?" Again down to his base.
"Dan, it is a great birthday. Sarge gave me two women to be with. The second one showed up last night. Too bad you weren't here. We could have each had one." The video bimbo screams a moan. "Dan, do you and Sarge have a woman there?"
I look at a smiling Sgt Tate in the mirror. He's not going to answer. Fuck, this is fucked up. The porno woman squeaks again.
"So you do have a woman! That's my boy!" His voice drops off as if he's talking to one of the whores he's with. "He's no longer a virgin."
"Dad, I can't talk."
Sgt Tate interrupts, "Yes you can. Jack, don't let him kid you."
"Did you get a blowjob?"
"He sure did. Danny, tell your dad about the blowjob you got last night." A nervous pause lasts a few minutes. "Boy! That's an order!"
"I, I, I, was laying down." How do I say that Sgt Tate gave me an incredible blowjob, my first one especially right after eating his shit? I can't use "He". "It was incredible. I just felt a moist mouth. . . . Dad, this is too weird. Can we not talk about this?"
Sgt Tate takes hold of my waist and grinds his cock in deeper. Sgt Tate smiles, "He's being a fucking nelly faggot. He got a blowjob, but he only lasted a few bobs to the knob."
I can hear my dad laughing. This is so fucking embarrassing. "Did he fuck her last night?" Now they are talking to each other about me.
"No, Danny was pretty much done cumming once he came the first time."
"Has he fucked the whore you have now?"
"No, he seems to be having trouble keeping it up." I look at my cock and it is soft. Sgt Tate is now taking over my riding of his cock. "I think he's nervous." He gives me a reach around.
"Well, then I think I will let you two go. It sounds like you two are having fun." Good, he's going.
"No need to do that Jack. Danny needs to know how to fuck."
"Damn right he does. What's he doing right now?"
"What he needs to do is get hard." There is no way that my dick is getting hard. If the conversation with my dad isn't killing my mood, the woman moaning on the TV is right there to erase any mood I had left. Not even riding Sgt Tate's cock is helping.
"Well if he's too nervous, have him eat her pussy."
Sarge stops impaling me. "What an excellent idea!" He pushes me off of him. "You hear that?" He starts to raise his legs. "It's time for you to eat south of the boarder." I see his asshole. "So time for you to put that tongue to work. Now boy!" He points to his asshole.
I get on my knees and start licking his asshole.
"That's it boy. Lick all around."
"Is he doing it?"
"I think we have a winner. Get that tongue in there deep."
"Is she enjoying it?"
Sarge responds, "I think that Danny's tongue is going to be in high demand. You should be proud." I feel really bad for my dad. The fact that he thinks that Sgt Tate is doing him a favor when he is totally betraying his trust is cruel.
"Make sure that he gets a chance to fuck on this trip. Sarge, I want you to know how much this means to me. To take Dan under your wing and teach him means a lot. I wish I could do it myself."
"Well I am happy to take advantage of the situation for you, to offer my expertise from the Marines to train Danny to reach his potential in what he has always meant to be."
For the first time in years I actually feel sorry for my dad. He wants me to be a man, but I am turning into a pussy. Turning into? No, I am a full-fledged cunt.
Sgt Tate holds my head at his asshole. I look up. I can barely see his face, as his hand jacking his cock obscures my right eye's view. His mouth is narrowly open. Sgt Tate's tongue inches along from side to side on his bottom lip. As my tongue is buried deep, he blows me a kiss.
"Well, Sarge, Danny, I have two women here that I need to be with. After all, it's my birthday."
Sgt Tate puts down his legs, effectively ending my rimming for the moment.
"And I got to show Danny how a man uses a cunt." He gets up and shoves me into the bed face down.
"Sounds like fun. Later Son."
"Later Dad." Sarge shoves his cock into my ass. I scream out "Ah!"
My dad hears my scream, "What was that?"
I quickly respond, "Um, I was wishing you a Hah-ppy birthday."
"Thanks son. Knowing you are being taken care of by Sarge means everything to me. Bye."
Sgt Tate grabs the phone. He throws it on the bed after making sure that the call disconnected.
"Damn boy. You go on and on and on. For a minute there I thought that you wanted him to hear me fuck your cunt."
The woman on the video is still moaning. Sarge reaches to the nightstand for the remote. He shuts off the video.
"No one wants to hear your whiny bitch ass voice." He starts fucking me. This time his slamming is more intense. He uses his entire 300 pounds to plow, making his cock completely batter the sensitive spot inside my hole.
With his left arm he reaches around my neck. My throat is between his bicep and forearm. He starts to squeeze. I start gasping for air.
"Struggle for it." He closes around my neck. I get lightheaded. I see a bunch of tiny lights that merge into one bright light. I pass out.
I wake up on the bed on my back underneath Sgt Tate who is fucking my ass like a madman.
"Tighten up your cunt. I'm getting ready to dump in you."
Instinctively I clamp my hole, although I still haven't recovered all my wits. He speeds up. So, now, I am just a hole to fuck. Don't even need me conscious to fuck me now.
I feel real bad for my dad. He doesn't deserve me to do this to him. He definitely doesn't deserve Sgt Tate lying to him.
"Bitch here it comes!"
I am just a cum dump. I don't know how anyone could put up with this bullshit for any length of time.
"Argh!" His body tenses up. I feel his cock pulse a few times. He lies there on top of me for a few moments.
Sgt Tate rolls off of me. On his side, glistening in sweat, he looks satisfied. Grabbing my arm and pulling, I am dragged over to his body. In one swift moment, Sgt Tate rolls on his back with me pulled up on top.
Resting his crossed arms on my back, he kisses my cheek. He normally kisses my forehead. I look into his cruel eyes. But right now I cannot find any cruelty there.
"Boy, you are unlike any other fuck I have ever had, woman or man."
What?
"You take what I give you no matter how extreme. What did I do to deserve you?"
Now I am completely confused.
He kisses me on the lips, and keeps his lips locked for a long time. He holds me for what seems like an eternity. A few moments ago I couldn't wait to get away from this man, and now I don't want to leave his arms.