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    “You want a smoke?” the soldier asked while lighting up a cigar, puffing it to a start. “We’re going to be here for a few hours. We might as well enjoy ourselves.” I declined the cigar, but not his cock.

    It was my first big assignment for a major news outlet. I was imbedded with a military unit on an intervention mission in the Middle East. My instructions were to interview soldiers and to write about their daily lives in a war zone. On my second day there, I accompanied the unit on a supply mission. A blockade in the supply route was identified a mile ahead, and one soldier and I were left behind in a cargo vehicle while the others moved ahead to secure our route.

    The soldier keeping me company was hot as fuck. He had the typical look of a military man with the buzz cut, the fatigues, and a tattoo on his forearm. He was muscular and exuded that cocky masculinity that is typical of young soldiers. I wanted him in the worst way. In the real world, this guy would never look my way. But thrown together in a cargo vehicle halfway across the world, he had no choice but to talk with the faggot reporter sitting with him.

    “It can get boring on these supply missions,” he confessed as we stared out of the vehicle. “That’s why I always have a few of these with me,” he said while pulling a cigar from the shoulder sack he had with him. “Helps to pass the time.” He then pulled out another cigar and asked, “You want a smoke?” while offering it to me.

    “No, thanks,” I politely declined. “I’m not much for cigars. But you go ahead.” I had to stop myself from saying that I’d much rather smoke his cock.

    “I wasn’t much for them either until I joined the service,” the soldier shared while lighting the cigar and puffing it to a start. A cloud of gray smoke encircled him. He looked hot as fuck with the cigar in his mouth, masculine in a way I could never pull off. I could feel my cock getting hard. He was quiet as he enjoyed his smoke but, as a journalist, I needed him to talk.

    “What do you miss the most from home?” I asked him. I often open this way in interviews. It’s an easy way to get a shy soldier to talk about himself. I usually get answers like: “I miss my mom’s meatloaf,” or “I miss going to football games.” Typical stuff.

    So I was a bit surprised when this soldier, after taking a long drag on his cigar, replied, “I miss pussy.”

    I gave a quick, uncomfortable laugh, assuming he was just trying to be funny.

    “No, I’m serious, bro,” the soldier continued. “I haven’t gotten my cock wet in months. Not getting laid … well, it fucks with your mind. I think about pussy nonstop.”

    I nodded my head in sympathy, not wanting to divulge my love for cock just yet.

    “You must know what it’s like,” he tried to equate, flicking some ash over the side of the vehicle. “You’re far from home, too. When’s the last you got your dick in some snatch?”

    I hesitated, but decided to be honest. “I don’t fuck pussy,” I said quietly. “I’m gay.”

    The soldier was undeterred. “Okay. Ass then. When’s the last you fucked some ass?” he wanted to know.

    I couldn’t believe the conversation had taken this turn, but I wasn’t about to back away from it. “I’m a bottom,” I shared. “Guys fuck my ass.”

    The soldier’s eyes grew wide. I could almost see his wheels turning, and I wasn’t going to miss my chance.

    “You wanna fuck my ass, soldier?” I offered, locking eyes with him.

    “I’m not gay, bro. I don’t fuck guys,” he spat while pulling the cigar from his mouth. “Look, I know that shit happens in the military. I hear the rumors. But that’s not for me.” He stood up abruptly and looked out of the cargo vehicle once more. And that’s when I noticed he was hard.

    “Dude, you don’t have to be gay to fuck a guy,” I countered. “Do you know how many straight guys I’ve had? Well, shit. I bent over for two other soldiers in your platoon just last night.” I was bluffing.

    “I don’t want to hear that shit,” the soldier barked. “It’s not my business.” And yet he was still hard.

    “Man, they loved fucking my tight hole,” I fibbed, taunting him. “They said I’ve got the best cunt they’ve ever had.” I was laying it on thick when, suddenly, the soldier pushed me face down on the floor of the cargo vehicle.

    “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he ordered as he put down his cigar. I thought he was about to beat me, but he was soon yanking down my pants. I could hear him undoing his belt as he pinned me down with one, strong arm.

    “You want this cock, faggot?” he demanded. “Well you’re gonna fuckin’ get it.”

    He spit on my hole and suddenly I was ripped in two. Holy fuck, he was thick. With one quick thrust, he was balls deep inside me. I’ve had enough cock to know he was easily over eight inches.

    “You like this cock, faggot?” he asked while rapidly pummeling my hole.

    I nodded quickly in assent while trying to catch my breath. Jesus, his cock felt good.

    “I can’t hear you,” he barked. “I said … do you like this big fucking cock?”

    I turned my head toward him and cried out, “Yes. Fucking give it to me. Breed this fucking hole.”

    “That’s it, faggot,” he growled as he moved his strong hands to the small of my back while beginning to jackhammer my hole. “You want this load?” he demanded. “Because you’re about to get it.”

    Instantly, I could feel his big cock pulsing and spurting inside me. “Aww, SHIT … DAMN,” he cried out as he collapsed upon me. His massive load spilled from my gaping hole as he pulled out of me, and I could feel him cleaning off his cock on the back of my pants. Fucker.

    The soldier’s radio suddenly sputtered, and he engaged in coded communication that had no meaning to me. His camo pants were down around his ankles and his cock was still hard as he spoke with the soldier on the other end of the radio. Finally, he clicked off the device.

    “They’ve secured the supply route,” he reported, “but it’s gonna be another hour before they return.”

    The soldier then picked up his cigar and took a long drag as I stood and pulled up my pants over my used ass.

    “What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded incredulously. “Didn’t you hear me? We’ve got another hour, and I’ve got at least two more loads in these balls. So pull those pants back down again, faggot.”

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    My buddy’s dad was on the couch, his shirt and tie undone, his pants around his ankles. Some type of gangbang porn was on the TV screen, a moaning bitch with huge jugs getting tagged by a roomful of dudes with pornstar cocks.

    “Shit . . . I’m sorry, Mr. Flannigan,” I stammered, pretending to cover my eyes, yet covertly stealing a look at his big, floppy cock resting upon his hairy thigh. “Peter said you were working late. I didn’t realize you were home.”

    “No worries,” he replied. “It was a rough day at the office. Thought I’d unwind with some porn.”

    “Uh—cool,” I replied, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his big dick. “Well, I was just getting a beer from the fridge.”

    “You want some scotch instead?” he asked reaching for an open bottle on the coffee table and taking a swig straight from it.

    “Thanks, but I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I shrugged continuing into the kitchen.

    “You college boys,” he accused with a laugh as I returned with a can of Budweiser, “all you drink is beer. This scotch here will put some hair on your chest.”

    “Is that why you’re so hairy, Mr Flannigan?” I teased, my eyes traveling up and down his body.

    “You better fuckin’ believe it,” he winked, fondling his furry chest slowly for my benefit. “And you can call me Mike. You’re a man now, so you can drop the mister shit.”

    “Okay—uh—Mike,” I replied awkwardly. But he ignored me, his eyes returning to the bitch on the screen who was sucking some hairy guy’s huge dick while getting her pussy railed from behind by a muscled, tatted guy. I started to head back upstairs.

    “Wait,” Mike called to me, his eyes traveling towards the stairs. “Where’s Peter?”

    “He’s asleep” I replied. “We shot some hoops down at the park after dinner, and then he fell asleep playing video games upstairs when we got home. Peter said I could crash here tonight. Is that cool?”

    “Definitely,” Mike answered. “You and Peter are best buds. You’re always welcome to stay here.”

    “Uh—thanks,” I replied, moving toward the stairs again.

    “Wait,” Mike called out once more, his eyes appraising me. “Since Peter is asleep . . . you wanna hang down here with me? Maybe watch some porn together?”

    Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had been attracted to Peter’s dad since, well, puberty. And it didn’t help that Mike Flannigan was known for being unable to keep his dick in his pants.

    Peter and I were in high school when his parents divorced. His mom had come home from work early one day and caught Mike banging their cleaning lady up against the kitchen counter. After the divorce, it was rumored that Mike was slipping it to several desperate housewives in the neighborhood. But could I really be his next target?

    “Well?” Mike prompted, interrupting my thoughts, his cock growing hard in his right hand. “You wanna watch some porn with me or not?”

    “Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying not to appear overly eager as I sat on the couch next to Mike and placed my beer on the coffee table. “You want me to get undressed?”

    “Duh,” Mike laughed. “How the hell are you going to jack with me if you don’t drop them shorts?”

    “Right,” I laughed nervously as I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts.

    “Nice,” Mike exclaimed, upon getting a look at my hard cock. But before I could react, he leaned over and took my dick down his throat. Was this really happening?

    “Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back as Mike locked his lips around the base of my cock, his tongue massaging my shaft. “I—I didn’t know you sucked dick.”

    “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Mike winked, releasing my cock. “Don’t you and Peter fuck around like this when I’m not home?”

    “No—no,” I stammered. “I’ve actually never played with another guy.”

    “What?” Mike replied incredulously. “I loved playing around with my buds when I was your age. Shit, buds are supposed to help each other out. You wanna help me out?” he then asked pulling my head down to his crotch.

    I was soon gagging on his eight-incher as Mike held me down on it, his hand pressed firmly at the back of my head. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he growled. “Get it good and wet.”

    His hand traveled to my ass while I proceeded to suck him, his finger finding my puckered hole. Pushing it inside me, he began to finger me, teasing my sphincter as he prepared me for what was to come next—his big dick.

    “That’s good enough,” he announced, raising my head from his crotch and forcing his tongue down my throat, tasting himself on me. “Time for you to ride this big dick.”

    Dutifully, I climbed on his lap, my skinny legs straddling his muscular thighs. “You feel that?” asked Mike, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. I nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Mike smiled. “All you gotta do is sit on it.”

    “Okay,” I nodded, baring down on his cock. I could feel the fullness of his cockhead as it breached my sphincter. “Ouch . . . FUCK,” I cried out in pain. “I don’t think I can do this.”

    “Nonsense,” Mike insisted. “Men have been taking cock since the ancient Greeks. You can do this. You just need a little help.”

    His hands moving to my hips, Mike grabbed me and forced me down onto his cock. “FUCK,” I screamed as his cock impaled my depths in one, swift move. Instantly, his balls were mashed against my hole—and I was no longer a virgin.

    “I just popped your cherry,” Mike growled in my ear. “Time for some fun.”

    I had hoped that Mike would start off slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his big dick inside of me, but that wasn’t his plan. Instantly, he proceeded to pummel my hole. The pain was unreal, a white-hot rod rammed up my ass. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. But then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside. Waves of pleasure began to break through as Mike continued his assault on my hole. I was starting to feel good. Really good. My mind turned to mush.

    “You’re rock hard,” Mike announced, breaking me from my trance. “I must be getting your prostate good.”

    I looked down at my cock and, sure enough, I was rock hard—the hardest I’d ever been. My cockhead was purple and throbbing, precum streaming from my slit. And then something started to happen. It began as a slow throbbing beneath my balls, but quickly began to consume me. A pressure was building, unlike anything I’d experienced when masturbating. My balls started to contract, and immediately I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. How was this possible? Neither Mike nor I had even touched my cock.

    “Shit. I’m gonna cum,” I warned Mike, his big dick still working away at my tight hole.

    “Yeah,” Mike growled. “Bust that nut. Let’s cum together.”

    Instantly, I could feel my cock erupting, rope after rope of my thick cum flying into the air and coating Mike’s furry chest. And as my cock continued to pulse and throb, releasing my nut, I could feel a distinct throbbing within me as Mike seeded my virgin depths.

    “Fuckin-A,” Mike grunted, his arms wrapped around me as he flooded my guts. From deep within, I could feel the warmth of his load as he filled my void.

    “Christ, that was hot,” I panted as I collapsed forward onto Mike, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his manly shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes, his big dick slowly going soft inside me as our breathing returned to normal.

    “You’ve gotta cunt made for cock,” Mike praised as I finally pulled off him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and streaming down the side of his shaft.

    Instantly, I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. My tongue traveled north and then licked my load off his furry chest, not stopping until I had worked my way up to his lips. With a deep kiss, I fed our commingled loads to Mike.

    “Mmm. We taste good together,” Mike smiled as we pulled apart. But before I could respond, a toilet flushed upstairs.

    “Shit,” I gasped, reaching for my clothes. “Peter must be awake. I better get back up there before he comes down here looking for me.”

    “You wanna come back tomorrow night?” Mike asked, pulling up his pants. “Take this cock again?”

    “Yes,” I agreed eagerly. “But I thought Peter was spending the weekend with his mom?”

    “He is,” Mike confirmed. “Why do you think I asked you to come back? I’d like to fuck you properly in my bed. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you tap my furry hole in return.”

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  • My buddy’s dad was on the couch, his shirt and tie undone, his pants around his ankles. Some type of gangbang porn was on the TV screen, a moaning bitch with huge jugs getting tagged by a roomful of dudes with pornstar cocks.

    “Shit . . . I’m sorry, Mr. Flannigan,” I stammered, pretending to cover my eyes, yet covertly stealing a look at his big, floppy cock resting upon his hairy thigh. “Peter said you were working late. I didn’t realize you were home.”

    “No worries,” he replied. “It was a rough day at the office. Thought I’d unwind with some porn.”

    “Uh—cool,” I replied, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his big dick. “Well, I was just getting a beer from the fridge.”

    “You want some scotch instead?” he asked reaching for an open bottle on the coffee table and taking a swig straight from it.

    “Thanks, but I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I shrugged continuing into the kitchen.

    “You college boys,” he accused with a laugh as I returned with a can of Budweiser, “all you drink is beer. This scotch here will put some hair on your chest.”

    “Is that why you’re so hairy, Mr Flannigan?” I teased, my eyes traveling up and down his body.

    “You better fuckin’ believe it,” he winked, fondling his furry chest slowly for my benefit. “And you can call me Mike. You’re a man now, so you can drop the mister shit.”

    “Okay—uh—Mike,” I replied awkwardly. But he ignored me, his eyes returning to the bitch on the screen who was sucking some hairy guy’s huge dick while getting her pussy railed from behind by a muscled, tatted guy. I started to head back upstairs.

    “Wait,” Mike called to me, his eyes traveling towards the stairs. “Where’s Peter?”

    “He’s asleep” I replied. “We shot some hoops down at the park after dinner, and then he fell asleep playing video games upstairs when we got home. Peter said I could crash here tonight. Is that cool?”

    “Definitely,” Mike answered. “You and Peter are best buds. You’re always welcome to stay here.”

    “Uh—thanks,” I replied, moving toward the stairs again.

    “Wait,” Mike called out once more, his eyes appraising me. “Since Peter is asleep . . . you wanna hang down here with me? Maybe watch some porn together?”

    Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had been attracted to Peter’s dad since, well, puberty. And it didn’t help that Mike Flannigan was known for being unable to keep his dick in his pants.

    Peter and I were in high school when his parents divorced. His mom had come home from work early one day and caught Mike banging their cleaning lady up against the kitchen counter. After the divorce, it was rumored that Mike was slipping it to several desperate housewives in the neighborhood. But could I really be his next target?

    “Well?” Mike prompted, interrupting my thoughts, his cock growing hard in his right hand. “You wanna watch some porn with me or not?”

    “Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying not to appear overly eager as I sat on the couch next to Mike and placed my beer on the coffee table. “You want me to get undressed?”

    “Duh,” Mike laughed. “How the hell are you going to jack with me if you don’t drop them shorts?”

    “Right,” I laughed nervously as I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts.

    “Nice,” Mike exclaimed, upon getting a look at my hard cock. But before I could react, he leaned over and took my dick down his throat. Was this really happening?

    “Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back as Mike locked his lips around the base of my cock, his tongue massaging my shaft. “I—I didn’t know you sucked dick.”

    “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Mike winked, releasing my cock. “Don’t you and Peter fuck around like this when I’m not home?”

    “No—no,” I stammered. “I’ve actually never played with another guy.”

    “What?” Mike replied incredulously. “I loved playing around with my buds when I was your age. Shit, buds are supposed to help each other out. You wanna help me out?” he then asked pulling my head down to his crotch.

    I was soon gagging on his eight-incher as Mike held me down on it, his hand pressed firmly at the back of my head. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he growled. “Get it good and wet.”

    His hand traveled to my ass while I proceeded to suck him, his finger finding my puckered hole. Pushing it inside me, he began to finger me, teasing my sphincter as he prepared me for what was to come next—his big dick.

    “That’s good enough,” he announced, raising my head from his crotch and forcing his tongue down my throat, tasting himself on me. “Time for you to ride this big dick.”

    Dutifully, I climbed on his lap, my skinny legs straddling his muscular thighs. “You feel that?” asked Mike, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. I nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Mike smiled. “All you gotta do is sit on it.”

    “Okay,” I nodded, baring down on his cock. I could feel the fullness of his cockhead as it breached my sphincter. “Ouch . . . FUCK,” I cried out in pain. “I don’t think I can do this.”

    “Nonsense,” Mike insisted. “Men have been taking cock since the ancient Greeks. You can do this. You just need a little help.”

    His hands moving to my hips, Mike grabbed me and forced me down onto his cock. “FUCK,” I screamed as his cock impaled my depths in one, swift move. Instantly, his balls were mashed against my hole—and I was no longer a virgin.

    “I just popped your cherry,” Mike growled in my ear. “Time for some fun.”

    I had hoped that Mike would start off slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his big dick inside of me, but that wasn’t his plan. Instantly, he proceeded to pummel my hole. The pain was unreal, a white-hot rod rammed up my ass. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. But then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside. Waves of pleasure began to break through as Mike continued his assault on my hole. I was starting to feel good. Really good. My mind turned to mush.

    “You’re rock hard,” Mike announced, breaking me from my trance. “I must be getting your prostate good.”

    I looked down at my cock and, sure enough, I was rock hard—the hardest I’d ever been. My cockhead was purple and throbbing, precum streaming from my slit. And then something started to happen. It began as a slow throbbing beneath my balls, but quickly began to consume me. A pressure was building, unlike anything I’d experienced when masturbating. My balls started to contract, and immediately I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. How was this possible? Neither Mike nor I had even touched my cock.

    “Shit. I’m gonna cum,” I warned Mike, his big dick still working away at my tight hole.

    “Yeah,” Mike growled. “Bust that nut. Let’s cum together.”

    Instantly, I could feel my cock erupting, rope after rope of my thick cum flying into the air and coating Mike’s furry chest. And as my cock continued to pulse and throb, releasing my nut, I could feel a distinct throbbing within me as Mike seeded my virgin depths.

    “Fuckin-A,” Mike grunted, his arms wrapped around me as he flooded my guts. From deep within, I could feel the warmth of his load as he filled my void.

    “Christ, that was hot,” I panted as I collapsed forward onto Mike, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his manly shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes, his big dick slowly going soft inside me as our breathing returned to normal.

    “You’ve gotta cunt made for cock,” Mike praised as I finally pulled off him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and streaming down the side of his shaft.

    Instantly, I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. My tongue traveled north and then licked my load off his furry chest, not stopping until I had worked my way up to his lips. With a deep kiss, I fed our commingled loads to Mike.

    “Mmm. We taste good together,” Mike smiled as we pulled apart. But before I could respond, a toilet flushed upstairs.

    “Shit,” I gasped, reaching for my clothes. “Peter must be awake. I better get back up there before he comes down here looking for me.”

    “You wanna come back tomorrow night?” Mike asked, pulling up his pants. “Take this cock again?”

    “Yes,” I agreed eagerly. “But I thought Peter was spending the weekend with his mom?”

    “He is,” Mike confirmed. “Why do you think I asked you to come back? I’d like to fuck you properly in my bed. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you tap my furry hole in return.”

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