Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2000 23:18:58 -0000
From: Heinz
Subject: Army, Part 2 of the "Armed Services Series"

ARMY

I accepted the invitation to spend the summer between my freshman and
sophomore years in college with an old friend of the family at her home at
the base of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.  Of course, finding employment
for the summer was going to be a challenge.  Our friend lived in a
three-story U-shaped apartment complex, filled mostly with enlisted
personnel from the Army base located in the red dirt plains at the foot of
the mountains.

After several not very enthusiastic attempts at finding employment, my
friend suggested I post an ad in the laundry room of the complex to clean
apartments.  Figuring that I wouldn't get too many responses I went along
with the idea.  Within the first week of the posting, I had five apartments
to clean!  Maintaining someone else's home at first hadn't seemed very
exciting, but there's something inherently voyeuristic about doing another
person's laundry, scrubbing out their bathroom and generally picking up
after them.  It's amazing what you can learn.

All of the tenants that I worked for were either enlisted personnel at the
base or worked there as civilians.  Four of them were couples and their
units were the easiest to clean.  The fifth, Lt. Haskell, was a bachelor
and even though he was out on maneuvers most of the time; his apartment
always looked like a cyclone had passed through it whenever he spent any
amount of time there.

My arrangements were to clean each unit when the occupants weren't at home.
With the Lieutenant, it was a little more difficult because his schedule
was extremely erratic, but most of the time he wasn't there.  When I first
met Haskell I was taken with his sturdy, muscular build that was evident
even in his baggy cammies.  He must have been in his late `20's and had
copper colored hair and piercing green eyes.  With an attitude that was all
business in that special Army way, I have to say he gave me a major
hard-on.

I had finally begun to fill out my lanky 6' 5" frame with a more developed
upper torso after regularly swimming, and a new weight lifting regimen that
I'd begun my first year at college.  I still had a hairless chest although
a few hairs were beginning to develop around my nipples.  But I still
considered my extremely hairy legs and butt my best feature.  I'd run long
distance track all through secondary school and had very nicely muscled
thighs and calves.

My high school buddy, Wayne, had introduced me to gay sex and in the last
year I had had a number of sexual encounters at college.  Sex with guys
your own age is great, don't get me wrong, but I definitely yearned for
older, more experienced partners.  Having had a couple of encounters with
`older' men seemed to have spoiled me.

One hot, dry, windy day I made my way, with cleaning supplies in hand, down
to Lt.  Haskell's apartment for it's weekly cleaning.  I was wearing a
short pair of Levi cut-offs that highlighted my hairy legs, an ancient tank
top that was so worn and stretched out that it barely covered my torso and
running shoes, no socks.  When I opened the door to Haskell's apartment,
his male scent showered me with its' potency.  The man worked up an odor!
But god, what an aromatic aphrodisiac it was.  Just standing in the
doorway, inhaling his maleness brought a decided stirring to my crotch.

Standing in his drape-darkened living room, I pondered where to start.
>From where I stood I could see into the kitchen and down the hall to the
bedroom and bathroom.  Kitchen looked okay and anyway he hardly ever used
it.  I made my way down the hall, clicked the light on in the bedroom and
just shook my head.  The sheets of the bed were balled up at the foot, the
pillows were on the floor, and clothes were strewn everywhere.  As I looked
closer I realized that there was a bra and panties lying on the nightstand
next to a used-up tube of KY jelly.  Holy cow, there was even a spent
rubber on the floor at the head of the bed. Must've been a hell of a fuck!
Blood rushed right to my cock just thinking about Haskell's army cock
drilling the living daylights out of some poor unsuspecting woman's pussy.

I picked up the rubber from the floor and was about ready to throw it into
the trash, when I decided to try it on for size.  It didn't look as if any
cum was in it, but it had definitely been worn.  Popping the buttons of my
cutoffs, my hard cock waved into the air searching for release.  I brushed
the rubber across the head of my cock and a pearly drop of liquid emerged
from my piss slit, coating the rubber with my viscous goo.  Combined with
the smell of sex that permeated the room and Haskell's own unique odor, I
was fast approaching meltdown.  I eagerly slipped the open end of the
condom over the head of my throbbing boner; man, this thing was stretched
out!  I'm not exactly small, but the Lieutenant's cock must be huge to have
pulled the shape out of the condom as it had.

With my back to the door to the bedroom and caught up in the act of trying
on his spent rubber, I nearly passed out from fright when I felt a rough,
callused hand stroke my hairy ass.  I spun around and there was
Lt. Haskell, caked in red clay mud from head to toe with that potent sex
odor of his wafting over me. The shock of being caught with my cock in his
used rubber combined with my cut-offs around my ankles caused me to fall
right into his copper-furred muscular arms.  He held me for a moment, eye
to eye, my cock still hard and thrumming wildly against his zippered pants,
but then he slowly eased me down until I was kneeling at his mud-caked
booted feet.  His right foot slowly moved forward until my balls and stiff
condom-covered cock were resting on the toe and laces of his filthy boot.
Applying a steady pressure he drug the toe of his boot up my cock, sending
shock waves of lust racing through my young body.  My nipples hardened
instantly and I moaned audibly in reaction to the quiet strength of the man
before me.  I looked up into his emerald eyes and silently obeyed the
command that was issuing from them.  Placing my arms behind my back I bent
over and methodically began to clean the dirt from his boots with my
tongue.

It wasn't long before my face was covered with saliva and the indigenous
red mud of the countryside.  As the leather of his boots began to reappear,
Haskell took a step backwards, leaned over and with his hand under my muddy
chin, lifted my face to his groin.  Twining his fingers in my hair he
forced my face into his crotch.  This was the center of him.  It was the
center of his odor and the center of his strength.  I could feel his cock
pulse under the fabric as he pushed my face back and forth across its
tumescent length.  He brought my mouth to the cloth-covered head of his
cock, I needed no instruction from him as my tongue flicked out and swathed
the beautiful, large head of his sex through his pants.  The saliva was
pouring from me and I soaked the fabric around his cock head until the
ridgeline of his manhood was clearly visible.

Trembling no longer with fear and embarrassment but with unbridled desire,
I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and tugged greedily at the fabric
to expose his army issue boxer shorts.  His throbbing manhood was trapped
in the leg of the odiferous cotton shorts, soaked in my spit and leaking
his sex fluid.  What a cock!  Long and thick, it was capped with a baby's
fist of a head.  I had to have it all.  Releasing it from its material
prison proved no easy task and Haskell's need was as great as my own.  His
cock was so steely hard and his need so urgent that I was fumbling with the
shorts and unable to release his throbbing boner.  Roughly grunting his
dissatisfaction, he pushed my searching tongue and head away from his groin
and grabbed the fly in both hands and ripped the boxers, freeing his
magnificent manhood.  It slapped me against the cheek, the huge head like a
heat-seeking missile destined for its target, my mouth, finding it, tearing
its way inside, forcing its girth and length past my teeth, across my
tongue, headed straight for my throat.  Could I take it all?  Haskell was
past caring, my nose was soon buried in his sweaty auburn bush, like
fireworks in front of my very eyes, and his cock tattooed its approval
inside my throat and his fiery-haired balls scratched at my chin in rhythm
with his thrusts.

I grabbed at his golden thighs, running my hands up and down their hairy
musculature, driving him deeper and deeper into my mouth.  Haskell was
relentless in his assault of my throat and mouth, roughly pulling my hair
and forcing his great length into me until snot and tears were confluent
with spit and his own flowing lubrication.  I felt his cock head swell in
preparation for launching his load of cum, but I didn't want this fuck to
end.  I pulled off his cock and watched in amazement as it snapped back
against his treasure trail of golden red hair reaching just above his belly
button.  Missing the invasion in my mouth I quickly compensated by
devouring one of his copper wire balls, pulling it taut and laving it with
the juices that were flowing out of me.  Lt. Haskell moaned with
satisfaction, spreading his legs wider to give me better access to his
low-hanging baby makers.  As I worked them over with my tongue and greedy
mouth, I spread his ass cheeks and started licking my way to his sweating,
stinking asshole.  This would be my undoing.

With lightening like speed, I was soon flat on my back and Haskell's ripe
ass was firmly planted on my face.  I felt for sure that I would suffocate,
but was happy with that thought, because digging into his asshole with my
tongue torqued my prick like never before.  Haskell leaned forward over my
torso to open his sweet and sour hole even further and his big cock beat
rhythmically against my hairless chest.  I licked all of the day's odor
away and smoothed the hairs around his pink rose bud of a hole until it
gaped open like a blossom opening in the warmth of sunlight.  Surprising
me, Haskell leaned clear forward and unwrapped my cock from his spent
condom and plunged his mouth down my seven steel hard inches taking me to
the root.  He soon had his thick fingers rubbing up and down my ass crack
searching out my teenage hole.  I was about to get fucked and fucked big
time and I didn't know what I relished more---the thought of his nine inch
man cannon sawing in and out of my horny hole or continuing the ass hole
feast I was gorging on now.

Flipping around and placing himself firmly between my out-spread legs,
Lt. Haskell grabbed an ankle each callused hand, stretching my legs like a
wish-bone and exposing my hairy hole to his heat seeking missile of a cock.
With lust-glazed eyes, he spat a huge wad onto the head of his big thick
cock and leaning forward he pushed it slowly but forcibly into my manhole.
I inhaled sharply with pain at the immense intrusion and as I did so,
Haskell took advantage and forced more than half his cock into my rectum,
pushing my body roughly along the carpeting toward the bed as he continued
the attack with his fully loaded howitzer.  Seconds later he was pounding
into me in a rage and all I could do was hold onto his mighty arms and
surrender my being to his manhood.  My own cock was stone hard and tapping
against my abdomen as Haskell's prick worked the sex magic on my prostate,
coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm.  I could feel the head of his cock
rub over and over again against my third nut driving me further and further
toward release.  His plum-headed penis was just at the gate to my ass when
the first shot of jism erupted from my cock and landed on my forehead.
With my mouth open in a silent scream of release the next shot coated my
lips and scorched my tongue.  I convulsed with pleasure as his prick
swelled inside me.  Just when I thought I couldn't cum anymore, his cock
ballooned the walls of my ass and jettisoned five, six huge spurts of seed,
pushing even more sex juice from my turgid prick.

Panting, sweating, collapsing in a haze of sex scents and semen, Haskell,
with his still-hard cock in my ass, put his arms around me and pulled me to
him.  In a complete reversal of his previous roughness and domination, he
gently kissed the cum from my forehead and brought his lips to mine.

"Its all right son," he whispered "it's all right." And with the fur of his
chest teasing my nipples to hardness once again, he began a slow in and out
of his massive cock as he worked us back toward a new peak of sexual
pleasure.