Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 07:00:10 -0700 From: Heinz Subject: Navy, Part 3 of the Armed Services Series NAVY Furtive movement to my left, the rustle of clothes brushing against the leaves of shrubs, stifled grunts of satisfaction, the velvety darkness of a moonless night cloaking the primal need of men. Levi-clad legs pass in front of me, I don't look any higher than the knees, stained and damp from kneeling in the moist earth, this one's not for me. Three dicks into an evening of want, I know exactly what keeps me rooted to this spot. Cocks and cum, it's a deep summer sweltering evening along the north shore of Chicago's lakefront and I've been swallowing men for the better part of two hours. White ghost pants turn the corner of the path headed my way. I scan the apparition and melting into the darkness outlined by the white clothes is a magnificent black man. Massive shoulders appear and disappear as leafy boughs brush against his upper torso. His hip- rolling gait thrusts his pelvis forward with each step. It's only as he gets closer that I'm able to see that he's wearing sailor whites, a refugee from the Great Lakes Naval Station, just a few miles north of where I sit in the darkness of this inky night's bower. He ambles closer to where I'm secreted and pauses in front of me. Does he know I'm here? I can smell him now, soap, man scent of perspiration, hours-old cologne, and cigarette smoke. Stopped as he is, his big beautiful butt shifts within the confines of his whites, weight shifting from one foot to the other. I'm quietly observant, not sure he's for me, but still mesmerized by his manliness and muscles. Pink palm slides into a front pocket, subtle shift of manhood, withdrawal of a pack of cigarettes. He turns as the light of the match flicks across the smooth carved ebony of his face and sees me, offering his pack to me. I reach out for a cigarette as my sailor moves into the area I've been using this evening to sate my need. He leans close to light the proffered cigarette and I'm caught off guard by the power of his presence, the scent of his manhood, the black depth of his eyes as they meet mine. He smiles. We both inhale deeply, eyeing each other, he standing, I crouching at his feet. Smoke exhaled mists around us, pulling us closer together. I lick my lips and his hips involuntarily thrust forward, pushing his man root at me. Another drag, exhalation, noticeable growth. I stub out the cigarette and put weight on my knees as I place my face against his glowing white crotch. It's all I can see as I run my mouth around the outline of his cock. Slowly pulsing to life, I breathe in his scent and he goes fully to hard. With the darkness cloaking his movement, I feel his hands gently smooth my hair back from my sweat dampened brow all the time pushing, forcing his manhood against my swollen, used lips. "Take my dick out, man," he breaths at me. I comply and it slowly falls across my shoulder resting thickly against my neck. Veined, hooded, full of blood it burns the skin of my cheek as I lean my head against its immense size. Sailor man steps back so I can see what he's offering me. I part my lips in awe which he accepts as an invitation and slides the big lush head between them. My tongue automatically slips underneath the extra skin and skims the leaking lubricant from the gaping slit. I dig further, using my tongue-shovel to roll his hooded skin back from the smooth flanged head of his club-cock. Impatient and needful, he force-feeds me several inches and I inhale deeply to keep from choking. Still, he gently strokes my head and murmurs encouragement, murmurs the ancient chant of sexual want, murmurs his demands. The susurrus of men vocalizing their desire intensifies around us, like the wind off the lake bringing with it the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks of the shoreline, water tongues against the hardness of the land. I swallow the head of his solid manhood against the back of my throat, deep as it will go and there is still 5 or 6 inches I can't get at and I know I want all of it. Pulling back, a deep sucking sound pops as the beautiful pink head of his cock slips past my moist lips. I grab at this black root, holding the foreskin back so the deep rich rose head acts as a beacon to my lips. With both hands around this black god's hard cock, my mouth soon engulfs the tumescent pink head and licks, sucks, kisses, nips at the enormity of his need. Jacking the extra folds of skin to hide and expose the slit with oily slickness pouring from it, my seaman lurches forward, gagging me on his blunt-headed cock as gobs of semen spew against the back of my throat. 10 bells! He holds me still and I swallow hard not wanting to disappoint him in anyway. His tenderness is surprising in this forest of expendable users. Cradling my head in his strong thick fingers, using his thumb to rub my still-full cheeks as his cock begins its retreat from the back of my throat, I look up into his liquid heavy hooded eyes, expectant and needful. "Do you want more?" the deep rumble from his chest sends a shiver across my mind and I nod in agreement, stand into an embrace of hard male flesh. "Come with me," I say, indicating that I live just across the park. We smoke a joint as we walk in the languid heat of the moonless night. His broad fingertips with their smooth, shiny flat nails brushing against my own as he passes the joint to me send little frissons of electricity coursing through my arm, making the hair stand up even in this heat. He tells me his name is Terence, Seaman Terence Smith. Stopping for a moment I turn to him and he puts his face close to mine and kisses me. His tongue, like his cock head, a beautiful rose pink, broad and muscular pushes between my lips and caresses my teeth, parting them to lay heavily upon my tongue, his lips splayed across my own. It's a swooning kiss, that lifts me off my feet, even though I'm several inches taller than he, I melt against his broad, thick chest and feel the steady rhythm of his heart beat against my own. Tongue to tongue, heart to heart. Shedding clothes as we ascend the three flights to my apartment door, naked and aroused as I fumble with the key, my sailor man pushes me through the unlocked door and pins me tight against the wall, humping my ass with his huge cannon of a cock. High from the joint, the pressure of his chest pressing my back, stubby points of nipples raking my skin and the loose skin of his unclipped cock riding the hairs of my ass crack bring me close to the orgasm I'd been looking for all night long. I push off from the wall, grinding my ass into his groin hard. "Not here, not now, let me wash off the night," I beg. I want to be all his now, sight, sound, scent. His black beauty glows in the darkness of my apartment, round muscular shoulders gleaming, heaving pectoral muscles pushing at me and that cock, that cock of fantasy, of dreams undreamt, pulsing, veined and hooded. Bright pinkness of the head peeking at me, teasing me, leaving me breathless with want. I leave him on the bed, black waves against white sails as I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower, quickly steaming the room to a foggy density. Hot water sluices off my skin, men-scent funneling down the drain as I rid myself of the night's adventures. A deep mahogany hand is soon reaching in to massage my right nipple to hardness and soon I feel Terence press tight against me, his need more urgent than my own. I turn to face this man of the water and we meet to kiss, a sigh of shower water sliding down our faces, fusing our lips together. Cock to cock now, his pulsing huge member overshadowing my own by several inches, he slowly descends from our kiss, playfully kissing and nipping at my white moon skin, raking his big hard hands down my back to my butt and grabbing the furry roundness of each globe, parting my cheeks to strum the hole of my man-being. My cock stabs wildly in the air as he sucks my hairy nuts deep into the pink cavern of his mouth. It's too much for me and my cock, untouched, erupts in giant explosions of cum, splattering white pearls against the wet velvet blackness of his back as a broad finger pushes thickly up my ass. As soon as my cum touches his skin, it's washed away by the raining shower, sliding viscously off his rich ebony skin and disappearing into the whiteness of the porcelain stall. He stands, hard cock stabbing me in the stomach and pulls me from the shower. As I walk toward my bed, a boat draped in whiteness on a dark and still sea, I turn to look at my black Neptune, standing in the steam-shrouded room, trident rampant, poised to make his conquest complete. On my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I watch between my legs as he solemnly strokes his spear. I am his sacrifice. This is his altar. My god of the night and the sea will have me now. The hard blunt head of his cock slides up the wet fur of my ass crack, parting the hairs like the prow of ship parts the ocean waves, searching for, heading for harbor. He pulls the twin halves of butt muscle apart and my hole gapes in siren song of want and desire, giving him the access he must have as his due. My head snaps back as the first several inches of his immense cock breaches me and I cry out in urgent need. He pushes the remaining staff into me and I am full of this big, black cock. Terence pauses, flexing his manhood, making me shiver with urgency, my cock hard so quickly after my recent orgasm. He pulls one inch back, two, then just the head remains and I am quickly speared once again on the enormity of his prick. Ten thick vibrant inches plunge into my being and out again as my body lubricates this giant's piston. I can feel the folds of skin slide back and forth over the flanged tip of his prick, veins pulsing with blood and when I look between my legs I see black orbs with curlicues of hair swing heavily against my own. He pushes me down flat against the bed and with muscled arms extended stiffly on either side of my head he begins a deep fucking that forces moans of pleasure to escape unheeded from my lips. I am rapturous as this god of a man deep dicks me into another level of being. He lays on top of me, breath coming in gasps through his open mouth close to my ear, rubbing the hard nibs of his nipples against my back and slowly raising and lowering his hips to keep the connection true. Darting his tongue into my ear and then turning my head to kiss me, he whispers his desire to me. We roll over and suddenly I'm astride his magnificence, feeling him push deeply up into my ass, his broad black hands raising and lowering my hips to satisfy his cock's urge to flow into me. Slowly rotating around until I'm facing him, my stiff cock dripping white moons of nectar onto the hard ridges of his abdomen. I put my hands on his thick pectoral muscles and lift myself up the giant mast of his cock until I feel the ridges of the head are at the gates of my ass muscles. I squeeze the ring until I feel his cock head balloon and holding the muscle tight drop swiftly down his shaft like a sail unfurling on the ocean wind. His cock explodes inside of me, his balls drawn up tight scratch against my butt and I too erupt, splattering cum across his beautiful black chest right up to his chin. Eyes squeezed shut with exhilaration he pummels my backside with five, six deep dick-thrusts, sluicing my guts with his potent jizm. My orgasm is so powerful that it hurts, I don't know when the cum will stop flowing, I don't want the cum to stop flowing. Opening his eyes, Terence pulls me to his face, all black and shiny with sex-sweat and cum, he kisses me deeply, wrapping his powerful arms around me as his cock flexes slowly in my rectum. I feel his love juice flow out of me as his cock makes a slow languorous retreat. We lay in each other's arms until I notice the steady rhythm of his chest and then I watch him sleep beautiful long black lashes flicker against his cheekbones. As the sun begins to rise (hours later? just minutes?) his form begins to take shape in the brightening room. A man made from the night.