Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2013 08:56:14 -0500 From: Dare Santee Subject: Servicing The Guys - Gay Military - Chapter 3 Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy. It contains depictions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. daresantee@gmail.com Servicing The Guys Setting: Friendly Arabian peninsula gulf state. Undisclosed location. Classified defense mission. Three isolated buildings set back on a low bluff from the sea. Vista is barren yet breathtaking. Staffed by military and civilian men with specific job skills for the job's requirements. Closest small village is fifteen miles away. Nearest large town/city is almost three hours away. Characters: Additional characters may be introduced during the story. High School: Tony – Celt's best friend in high school, member of the baseball team, first cock Celt ever sucked JV and Varsity baseball teams – horny straight boys and coaches; Celt honed his cock sucking skills Duty Station: Lee – 26 year old tall blonde marine sergeant Paul – 23 year old Brit; civilian, dark rust hair Ted – 22 year old southern boy, hairy, civilian Kennan – 24 year old tall air force sergeant, African American Tony – 36 year old civilian, brown hair, works out Chris – 32 year old sailor, fire red ginger hair, freckles, smile can melt the polar ice caps Joe – 23 year old army corporal, almost a carbon copy of Ted except his brown hair has more highlights Stuart – 35 year old army sergeant, smooth, muscles, thick down there Hawk – 20 year old mix of Asian Indian and Japanese, civilian, slender, shiny black hair, exotic with an Australian accent. Mac – 45 year old civilian, works out, straw blonde hair, the supervisor/boss on site. Celt – 18 year old marine private, 5'-7", young slender and defined, looks more like a fifteen or sixteen year old, a handsome little jock Arabs: Haydar – Lion (the father) Latif – Gentle, Kind, Friendly (youngest son) Tamin – Strong, Competent (middle son) Farid – Unique, Rare (Oldest Son) Chapter 3 "Celt, you still with us man?" Lee puts his hand on my shoulder to get my attention. "Sorry. Yeah. Kind of zoned out for minute," I answer. I'm daydreaming about all of these great men and teens and wondering if it's possible to love more than one person at a time. Shit I'm feeling all sappy. Slap yourself fool and snap out of it my subconscious is being a snit. "That's understandable. You've been busy this morning. You okay?" Lee asks grinning running his long index finger across my bottom lip, but I hear the concern in his voice. I want to suck on his graceful masculine finger. "Sure. I'm fine." I nod. Keep your long masculine fingers to yourself, you tall handsome fucker, before Celt's alter ego pull your pants down your right here and does wicked things to you between your long hairy legs, my subconscious snarks. Lee looks at me, cock his head gaging my answer. It's a good fucking thing my subconscious doesn't have vocal chords. It's noon and most of the guys have returned to eat lunch, leaving Ted on duty until relieved by the first guys back. There's an excited electrical current in the air. I've blown every one of the guys before lunch even though some were schedule for this afternoon. The fuckers haven't had a blowjob since being here and each one busted pretty quick. "Come on, lunch is ready," Lee says motioning with his head for me to come along. Latif is in the kitchen with his father and brothers helping with our meal. It's simple enough. Vegetable soup and an assortment of cheese, chicken, and roast beef sandwiches. Standing in line at the small island buffet I fill my tray and grab a can of soda. Latif flashes his dazzling smile for me. The little fucker is cute as hell. Following Lee I sit at one of the picnic style tables we use for meals. Paul has saved me a place. Sliding in beside Paul, Lee follows me. I'm sandwiched between them. Sigh. Grin. I feel a nudge indicating I should scoot over some. Latif places his tray on the table and squeezes in between Lee and I. Right away he relaxes and leans his thirteen year old leg against mine. Totally at ease. Latif usually sits at a table with his dad and brothers. I look over toward his father and he's watching me. I can't quite make out his expression. It's not unkind or disapproving. But it's intense. He seems to be trying to figure me out as much as I am wondering what he's thinking. I've sucked off his thirteen year old son three times this morning. Hope he doesn't mind and I hope his cum is as wonderful as his son's. *** We're eating amid a muffled hum of voices and I've finished my soup and sandwich. "Was it as good for you as it was for us?" Tony asks with a shit-eating grin. Everyone can hear. "I've never had anyone suck my cock like you. Fucking awesome! We've struck gold with you. You've got a hot deep mouth and wicked tongue. As good as any pussy I've ever fucked. Better than most." There's a mummer of agreement among the men. I feel the heat flush up my neck to my scalp. The guys chuckle. I've pretty much figured out that these guys are pretty open and laid back. A band of horny brothers willing to unite and accept another guy to service them between their legs. Sigh. My pleasure. "Now that you've had a taste of us, what's next?" Kennan asks. "More of the same I hope." All eyes have turned toward me. Fuck! I'm blushing again. Before I can stammer an answer, Lee says, "We're going to move Celt's cubicle to the two empty rooms on the other side of the west head. Near where the empty officer's billets are. He is going to sleep in the back room. Paul and I are moving our racks to the front room. It's big enough and we can partition a separate area for each of us. Anyone will have to pass through our room to Celt's new sleeping area." I feel Paul stiffen beside me. I get the feeling this is the first he's hearing this. Shit! What the hell is Lee doing? "I've already cleared it with Mac," Lee continues. "He's okay with it." Mac is the high ranking civilian supervisor at the site. His pay grade rank would be equal to a light colonel. The boss. Some of the guys seem to disapprove. "Why?" Tony asks. "What can't you guys stay in the same area as us?" "Celt said he'd let anyone who was willing to suck him off fuck him. Seems this way it's a bit more private," Lee says. "Everyone here has agreed to be sucked off, but not everyone may want to suck Celt in order to fuck him. For those that might choose to do this in the future, it offers a place away from those who don't want to." I see a few heads nod in agreement and then they all seem to agree. I like these guys. Easy to get along with. "What's with you and Paul staying in the room in front of Celt's?" Tony asks. The room is quiet waiting. Lee sit's up straighter. "It's so he doesn't get interrupted while he's sleeping. He needs his rest in order to keep up the pace we're setting for him. I know how horny guys are. And... I plan on fucking him on occasion. Tapping his handsome little jock ass." Eyeballs get big taking in the ramifications of his statement. "Me too," Paul announces glaring at Lee, daring him to say something. "And me," Latif says in a moment of candid bravery or plain stupidity in front of his father and brothers. I'm not sure yet. The jury is still out on that. Now everyone has huge eyeballs, and their mouths have fallen open. The only one whose expression hasn't altered is Latif's father. I can't figure out what's going through his mind having just heard his son is willing to suck my cock so he can fuck me. And then his eyes narrow a fraction and his lips tighten. Oh Fuck! I'm nervous, but I say what I have to say. "I know you guys are straight. I'm used to straight guys. As of this afternoon, no more drawing numbers. I'm on call for you within reason, but occasionally I'll need time to myself like the rest of you do. You've all heard my rules by now. I hope you'll respect them? My requirement to be blown in order to ride me hasn't changed. Don't think of it as doing something gay or not being straight, you're still going to be straight. Dudes you were born that way. If you want to fuck as well as get blown while we're all stationed away from home, think of this requirement as a means to an end for your horny cocks. You want to fuck me and go skin to skin, unload your balls inside me, as the end result; I want to be sucked off too. I like getting a nutt as well as the next guy. I know better than to think you're gay and all of you other guys do too. I've only known you for a few days, but already I have a tremendous amount of respect for each of you. And what you guys did to get me here. Amazing! You've certainly won my trust. You've all unloaded down my throat and I'm a happy camper, I mean I'm a happy marine." They grin but there's a quiet contemplation considering what I've just said. "What I absolutely won't do. I won't be anyone's bitch. Doesn't mean I won't feel or display affection if you want," I say. "You just can't own me, unless I choose to be owned." Kennan chuckles. "Amen to that. We gotta share. No one man can own Celt unless maybe it's me." The other guys chuckle at Kennan's teasing. I hold my hand up with pointed index finger. Everyone goes silent again. "This afternoon, Latif is going to introduce me to his dad and brothers. I hope you guys will give us some time to get better acquainted and let them have a break from their job until I've completed my very willing, and looking forward to it, assignment." Grin. For the first time I see a hint of a smile on Latif's fathers face. Latif nudges my leg with his. Fucking A! *** "In case you guys have failed to figure this out, Celt is a virgin, and Lee is going to... shit, the motherfucker is hung. He'll rip the boy apart," Tony says. I hear his concern. It's valid. Every eye lands of Lee. For once his seems uncomfortable, shifting in his seat, at a loss for words. "Guys, guys," I call to get their attention. I stand up. "What I haven't said is I used fuck myself with a pretty good size dildo at home. Not as big as Lee though. That would be one helluva dildo wouldn't it? I think with patience on Lee's part it will work. You guys needn't worry." "You sure?" Paul speaks up. I hear the worry. "I'm sure. Trust me," I smile, but inside I'm not so sure. Lee's big down there. A two hander with some left over and room to stroke up and own. Fuck! "Oh yeah. If any of you straight guys used to let your wives or girlfriends use a strap-on to fuck you or you have fantasies I'm volunteering to take their place and I won't have to buy a strap-on," I wiggle my eyebrows and get a couple of chuckles. "And I know some straight guys like being fucked, but might have a hard time with the idea of a real guy's cock up their ass. In this instance consider me `not' a real guy," I tease. "Also, you can fuck me too and if you give up your ass to me you won't have to suck my cock." They all laugh. I move around the table, my motions intentionally dramatic. Their eyes follow me. My indications become stalking. A hush falls. They know I'm up to something. Stopping behind Kennan, I lean over and whisper close to his ear. "Stand up and trust me dark warrior." Kennan steps over the seat of his picnic table and stands next to me. Curious. Wary. I've become the predator. Turning him facing the group of men, I step behind him disappearing from their view. My hands snake around his waist, un-tugging his tee shirt from his pants. Leaning my cheek against his strong back I inhale. The sweet sweat of sexual arousal. Sea mist. An autumn meadow at sunset. The faint linger of his wonderful body wash. Intoxicating! I run my hands up his ripped torso pushing his shirt up above his nipples. I play. I tweak. He gasps. Working my hands down to the front of his pants, I undo the belt and unbutton his trousers. Hooking my hands in his trousers I push them down. They stop bunched above his combat boots with the legs of his pants tucked in his boots. He moves his legs apart slightly for balance. Gives me more room. "Jesus Christ!" I hear someone exclaim. "Can that thing get any bigger?" I don't see who it is, but I know this is the first time they've seen Kennan aroused. Running my hand over his blue boxer briefs I feel him. Fuck! Is it possible he's even bigger than I remember? It has only been a couple of hours ago. Stepping around to the front of him, I want to see it again. I feel his eyes boring into me. I refuse to look up. He can easily intimidate me. I fucking L.O.V.E. what this beautiful man has hanging between his legs. Sliding my fingers under the waist band of his boxer briefs I pull them down. Godamn! There went my fucking subconscious. Passed out cold again, terrorized by the sheer size of his stunning dark piece. Shit! Taking him in both hands, I fondle him with tenderness. He grows more. I fucking L.O.V.E. him! "Christ, that thing needs its own zip code when it's erect," someone hisses in astonishment. The spell is broken. I chuckle. I don't know about zip code, but it's certainly as big as an amusement park. I'm talking about the big ones in Florida where I can have a lot of fun. "Show them you can suck it marine," Kennan growls in a suggestive rasp. "Wrap you handsome white lips around it." I drop to my knees not letting go of him, ignoring the hardness of the concrete floor. He's hot! Fucking hot! It's just Kennan and me. Everyone else has faded into the sexual haze I'm feeling. My groin tingles. Warm sensual knots fill my stomach. I open and go down on him. Slow. Smooth. Moist. Warm. He hisses his shocked delight. I can't get all the way down. He's in the back of my throat. Hard, hot, black steel sheathed in velvet. I back off and try going down again. My upper lip barely brushes the top of his thick black tight curls. Fuck he smells good! A man! "Getting close marine," Kennan rasps. "Oh fuck man. Goddamnnnnn! Swallow it. Fuuuccckkk! Aaaggghhhh!" he growls unloading warm jets of rich white cum. I love the way his wet accumulates in my mouth. Thick, a mix of pale salt and subtle sweetness. It's only now I realize he's holding me on him. I'm his cocksucker. His pleasure boy. I hear the final growls of his bliss. "Unnghhh! Oh fuck yeah! Suck it all out." The pressure of him holding me releases. I look up into his dark faraway eyes. Before I stand up I take his briefs and begin to pull them up. He leans over and helps me. I pet his bulge and kiss it before he pulls his trousers up. He is so fucking beautiful! The sound of applause breaks through my reverie. Hoots and hollers. Jumping up I whisper to Kennan, "Take a bow." And we both do. I look at Kennan and then stare at his crotch. In as straight a face as I can I say, "There's no way in hell I'm going to let you near my ass with that monster. At least not in this century. You're the fucking exception to my cocksucking rule." This cracks the guys up. "You are one special dude," Kennan leans down so only I can hear. "Thanks for what you said earlier today. That means a lot to me. I hate that fucking bitch back home, and I'm already real attached to your sweet mouth." I melt. I whisper back. The men can't hear because they're still making a lot of racket. "I'm kidding. If I'll let Lee have a go at me, I'll let you. I think I might be able to expand to handle you. This all hinges if you ever get in the mood and are willing to suck me off." I drift into a quick fantasy vision of having my young white marine cock in Kennan's warm mouth. My hands caressing his cheeks as I cum; whitewashing the inside of his mouth. Having this ultra-straight man's head between my legs. A marine can dream can't he? "It's going to be hard to wait until later, after seeing that," Tony laughs. "You better fucking hurry up and let us know when you're available for service again. I'm practically leaking already. I'll be working all afternoon with a boner." "Ditto," I hear a chorus of guys echoing Tony. "Will do," I smile. *** My tee shirt is sticking to me. Lifting my arm I sniff the pit. Damn I need a shower. Stink. After lunch I offered to help Latif and his family with cleaning up the kitchen. No can do. They shooed me away with smiles of what was to come; or cum. Grin. Then I offered to help the guys move my stuff, Lee's, and Paul's to the new area where we'll be sleeping. No can do. Shit! A bit annoyed because no one would let me do anything, I decided to hit the workout room. Treadmill. Strength and weight machine. Exercise cycle. On my way back to my cubicle, I get there and all my stuff is gone. Oh yeah, I've been moved to a new room. Damn these guys pitched in before going back to work and didn't waste any time. I've only been to the other side of the head where the empty officers' billets and my new room are once before. I need my toilet bag so I can take a shower. Off I go in search of my new digs. Rounding a corner, I see Lee and Paul further down the hall in an intense discussion. Neither one of them looks happy. Of fuck. They haven't seen me. Paul throws up his hands in disgust, shoves Lee, and walks down the hall the other way without seeing me. Lee's gaze follows him, his fists curled at his side. Finally Lee cusses, "Fuckin' Brit," and turns toward me. He freezes when he sees me and scowls. "What was that all about?" I ask. "Nothing," Lee shrugs trying to brush it off uncurling his fists. "Didn't look like nothing," I prod. Lee shrugs again without saying anything. "I thought you two were best buds. Seemed that way when I first got here," I prod again not letting it drop. "We are," Lee snaps. "We were. Maybe not anymore though." Oh hell. "Is this about you fucking me?" I ask knowing full well it has something to do with it. What I don't understand is the underlying `why' this is causing so much friction between these two guys. Lee stares and then nods. Sadness dulls his blue eyes. "Is it because you asked to be my first?" I want to know. "Yeah. Kind of. No. Not really," Lee mumbles. Fuck, what does that mean? "Huh?" "It's complicated," Lee snaps. "Oh yeah, well try me," I snap back. "Weren't you on your way someplace?" Lee attempts to derail me. I'm not buying it. "It can wait," I answer. "You're a tenacious little bastard aren't you?" Lee's voice is cold. It was meant to be mean. That hurt. It must show on my face because his eyes soften. "Celt, I'm sorry man. I didn't mean it," Lee sounds contrite. "Can we just drop it for now? Okay?" Still smarting, I shrug and walk off. "Celt," Lee calls. I ignore him. *** `Fuck this', I think to myself. `Who needs this shit?' Life was simpler back home in high school. Bunch of straight boys and men who liked to be serviced. No drama. They might have been a little aggressive at times, but I learned to handle it and became a pretty decent cocksucker. `So what's wrong with this picture?' I can't put my finger on it. They wanted me here, but something's out of whack. I find my new area and walk by Paul without speaking to him. He's in a funk anyway. Sitting on my rack is Latif. He smiles when I walk into my room but quickly frowns when he reads my mood. I don't acknowledge him. Feel like a heel, but I just don't want to interact with anyone at the moment. I'm still reeling from the sting of Lee's remark. Grabbing my shampoo, soap, and towel I head to the showers. In the shower room I turn the water on as hot as I can stand it and let it flood over me. My hurt is morphing to anger. "Fuck them all. They got me here, they can sure as hell get me transferred out," I yell out loud to the empty room. I don't want to be the cause of anyone's alterations, especially two best friends. I knew this assignment was too good to be true. Pouring shampoo in my hand I look at the plastic bottle and then sling it across the room into the wall in an act of adolescent rage. Shampoo spills across the tile floor as the bottle spins before settling. What the hell do I need shampoo for? Marines don't have that much hair. In the corner of my eye I see Latif staring wide eyed. He's alarmed. Christ, he must have heard me. Before I can say anything he bolts. "Shit!" I mutter. "Shit, shit, shit!" *** Placing my hands on the wall I bow my head under the hot water and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel like crying but I'm so fucking mad the tears won't flow. A warm hand on my shoulder. A gentle squeeze. "Mate, please tell me you won't ask to be transferred from us. Please," I hear the Brit speak, the voice gentle, imploring. Latif definitely heard me when I slung the shampoo bottle and told Paul. Shit. I turn around to face Paul. He looks so worried and sad standing with my shower spray getting his clothes wet. "What's going on between you and Lee?" I ask. "It's complicated," Paul mutters. "Yeah, that's Lee's canned answer," I snap. "Like what the hell isn't complicated when two best friends snark at each other?" I'm pissed. Paul is dumbfounded at my outburst. I see Lee skid to a stop at the entrance of the shower room. With a quick assessment to make sure Paul and I are okay he strides into the room in his desert camouflage. Wary. Eyes darting between Paul and me. I see the pained look passing between the two splendid male gods. Fuck. How did I miss that? These guys have emotionally bonded. "Are you two lovers?" I ask in a whisper. They glance at each other. "No. We're straight. Both have girls back home," Paul smirks, but his smirk lacks conviction. It's quiet while I assess Paul's answer and their body language. I `ain't' Freud but I figure I might be on to something here. They're hurting. Each was willing to suck me off to fuck me, but they've never had any loving sexual contact with each other. Or any male other than me for that matter. Fuck! Now it's so fucking obvious to a guy like me. These guys are in pain. They're willing to do things with me, they're too afraid to do with each other, because this is why I'm here. Cock service. Neither one is willing to make the first move unsure what the reaction will be from the other. Idiots. I guess I'm going to have to get involved in this mess and to try and fix their shit if there's ever going to be any peace around here. Reaching out my hand to Lee he hesitates before stepping forward. "Kiss me like you did last night," my voice is husky with seduction. Lee balks and then says, "What the fuck," and lays a soul probing lip lock, tongue skirmish, on me. Takes my breath away. Depleted by a tall long hairy legged blonde warrior god. When I pull away, I'm dizzy. The look on Paul's face is agony. I was right. He wants Lee. "Now you," I reach behind Paul's head pulling him toward me. There's resistance and then he has me slammed up against the wall. His mouth on mine holding me, the shower soaking him. Oh my god, can he fucking kiss! My leg are jelly. When he releases me, his eyes blaze. He's in heat. Gasping for breath, I rasp, "Now, each other. Do it." There's a moment of uncertainty and then they meld. The first contact is glorious. They drink of missed opportunities. Hands caress each other's faces. Tee shirts are being pulled over their heads. Soaking wet clothes and boots scatter across on the shower floor. Paul's beautiful wet hair shines dark copper. I'm erect watching them. Envious in a beautiful way of their released passion. They're nude. Erect. Magnificent. So fucking stunning. Exploring hands, feeling, fondling, stroking. Two alphas bonding, trusting, each other. "Fuck, you're big," Paul hisses wrapping his fingers around Lee's male missile. Overwhelmed, Lee presses his cock into Paul's hand. "You want it?" Lee's voice is low, sultry. "Yes," Paul whispers. An answered prayer. I catch a glimpse of Latif standing in the entrance of the shower room. His brown eyes wide, his hand rubbing his crotch. I motion for him to come in. Without hesitation, he sheds his clothes in record time. Lee reaches out and grabs my arm pulling me toward him and Paul. Both of them wrap their arms around me. Paul grinds his hard dick into my hip. Lee sees Latif. "Come here boy," Lee growls with a grin. Latif practically runs to the tall marine. Lee catches him and hefts him on his hip like before, except this time both of them are naked. "Kiss him again," Latif urges Lee. Paul and Lee go at it hot and heavy. "You guys need to get a room," I laugh. Damn I feel a thousand times better than I did just a few minutes ago. "Good idea," Lee says grabbing Paul's and my hands with Latif wrapped around him, hugging him. I stretch to shut off the shower before being playfully pulled along. In their room Lee takes everyone to his rack. I break loose and grab a couple of towels to dry off the beads of water on our bodies. Latif and I dry Paul and Lee first and then ourselves. We take special playful care of their man parts.The tall marine and copper haired Brit can't keep their hands off each other. Paul works Lee toward his rack and pushes. Both of them tumble on the bed. "I want your fuckin' big cock American marine," Paul rasps kissing his way down Lee's body. Lee stops him. For a moment Paul is puzzled until Lee swings in a sixty-nine position. "Oh yeah," Paul grins and nuzzles Lee's privates awed by Lee's long thick male scepter. They both lick and play. Paul moans when Lee takes him in his warm mouth. I wiggle my eyebrows at Latif. We grin like fools in happiness for Paul and Lee. Latif wraps an arm around my waist, his thirteen year old cock is pointing straight north. So is mine. He turns and presses his teen boner into my thigh while we watch Paul and Lee. "I want you to cum in my mouth," Lee says to Paul. "Get ready marine. You've got me there. I'm going to give it to you. Almost! Almost! Oh fuck. Fucking take it. Arrgghhh! Fuck!" Paul trembles in exquisite bliss. "Don't pull off, still cumming." Paul arches forward pressing his spurting shaft into Lee's mouth. "Fuuuccckkk! Yeah, oh yeah!" Paul puts Lee's cock back in his mouth. Lee arches toward the handsome Brit and shoots. Both guys moan, one giving, one receiving. Paul cups Lee's balls in tenderness. His mouth milks the marine's big fucking cock. Lee shudders when Paul greedily sucks the last of his cum from him. "Killing me," Lee chuckles pulling his cock back. "What a way to die," Paul teases and nuzzles Lee's junk. "Hey, don't cum. We want that," Lee says to Latif when he sees him humping my thigh. Jumping up he grabs the teen boy and tosses him on the bed with Paul. "Hold his hands Celt," Lee laughs. I grab Latif's wrists and hold this over his head. He's not frightened, but his eyes are big. "He's got nice balls. I kind of love his balls," Lee says to Paul about Latif. Latif squirms and giggles. "Yes he does," Paul reaches and touches Latif's cute balls. "I'm sort of in a ball licking mood," Lee wiggles his eyebrows at Paul. "How about you?" "Me too, I can nosh on some balls," Paul chuckles. "Especially nice young Arab teen balls." "What do you say we lick and kiss his balls?" Lee teases and both he and Paul put their tongues and lips to work on Latif's thirteen year old balls. "Guys, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that," Latif gasps. "Feels so fucking good." "Feel like sucking more cock?" Lee asks Paul. "I'm kind of hungry for thirteen year old cock," Paul leers between Latif's legs. "Somebody suck it," Latif begs. "Please, please." Both guys bury their heads on each side of Latif's thirteen year old hard-on and take turns kissing, licking, and sucking his young hard staff. Their hands are gentle playing in his new downy pubic hair. Latif's little ass comes off the bed arching up to impale the two handsome men working on him. "Fuuuccckkkk! I'm gonna cum. Now! Cumming!" Latif yells when Lee deep throats the young cock. I can see Lee is surprised by the force of the teen jets squirting into the back of his mouth. "Oh fuck!" Latif's orgasmic tremors subside. Post ecstasy envelopes his face. Lee leans up on an elbow, opens his mouth, and shows Paul and me the appealing white cum of a thirteen year old male. Lee swallows and smiles big. "Let's suck off Celt," Latif says. "I want to fuck him with you guys." "I think I'll hold off. Let's go find your dad and brothers. I'm in the mood to play and don't want to cum just yet," I grin. "Great. I want to watch. I've never seen my dad's dick," Latif says. "That is if he will let me." "We'll just have to persuade him," I grin. "I can be very persuasive." Latif wiggles his eyebrows and grins. *** When I turn to go into my room to get dressed Lee is blocking the doorway. Long hairy legs apart. His impressive two hander semi-erect. So fucking handsome. It's hard to tear my eyes away. Then I notice Paul is blocking the exit into the hall. Latif looks as confused as I am. "Doesn't Celt have some of the prettiest balls you've ever seen?" Lee smiles. "Fucker might be eighteen, but he looks like a fifteen maybe sixteen year old out of uniform. Big cock though." "Yeah, mate. Fucking pretty balls. Makes me want to touch them," Paul grins. Oh fuck! I guess I'm not going to get away that easy. "And that ass of his. Pretty fucking impressive," Lee is really smiling now. "Yep, I'll have to agree with you. I'm still feeling frisky. You in the mood to share his big lollipop?" Paul asks Lee with a chuckle. They're being playful. Best friends again. Even more so now. So much more. I love these two guys. "What do you think Latif? Think Celt has pretty balls?" Lee wiggles his eyebrows. "You know if you and Paul suck his cock now, that means the three of us can fuck him tonight." My cock jumps. Can't control the fucker. Has a mind of its own. Down boy. Fucking traitor. Giving away the family secrets. Grin "Oh yeah, he has very pretty balls," Latif says siding with the enemy. Sigh. Grin. Lee stalks toward me with the elegance of a panther. Paul circles, his hooded gaze playfully attacking me. Latif's brown eyes sparkle in anticipation. "On the bed, sit up against the wall young marine," Lee commands. "I promised to suck off Latif's dad and brothers. His brothers haven't had a blowjob before. I don't want to go back on my promise and disappoint them. They're probably waiting for me somewhere," I say. "A few more minutes won't hurt. It's not going to take long from the looks of that," Lee nods toward my leaking cock. He advances with a horny leer. I hold my hands up, palms out, in a `wait a minute' gesture. "Now," Lee scowls. I do as ordered. Fuck. He means business. Lee kneels beside me, his crotch level with my face. If I turn my head he'll impale me. Paul and Latif sit down on either side of me on the bed. Paul's hand starts running up the inside of my thigh toward my balls. Latif watches Paul, mirroring him. Nice hands. Cock twitching smile. "Very, very pretty balls," Paul runs his fingertips around my sac. Latif mimics him. I'm dying here guys. Somebody suck it. Please I mentally beg. "We're going to have to share his cum," Paul tells Latif. "Watch your teeth. Do it like he does to you. He's a great cocksucker. Good guy to take lessons from." Fuck. I don't care. Somebody suck it. Please. I can't take my eyes off them. Lee's marine weapon leaves a trail of cock slime across my cheek where he's touching me with his big thing. "Okay," Latif says to Paul. "Tell us when you're going to cum, so we're ready down here," Paul orders me. "Yeah, okay" I can barely whisper. I can't stand it. "Please," I'm begging. Paul and Lee snicker. "Horney young marine isn't he?" Paul says in Brit speak and goes down on me. "Fuck," I muffle taking Lee's cock in my mouth. Never happened to me before. I'm sucking cock while being sucked off. I feel Paul and Latif taking turns. Both different. Both deliciously wonderful styles. Amazing. I'm getting close. When I try to take Lee's cock out of my mouth to tell them, Lee holds me on it with both of his big hand, his long fingers pressing my lips and nose into his blonde pubes. I muffle, "gonna cum", but they can't understand what I'm trying to say. Frantic to inform them I start fucking Latif's thirteen year old mouth. "He's going to blow," Paul tells Latif. "When you feel the first shot pull off and I'll take the rest of it." Latif nods. Oh god. I'm going to cum in the young fellow's mouth. Can't hold it any more. Oh fuck. Here it cums. "Unngghhh. Arrrgghhh, Shiiiitttt!" I growl in muffled impalement on Lee's cock." My hips freeze spearing the back of Latif's moist warm throat. Big spurt of cream. Paul grabs my shaft pulling it out of Latif's mouth and into his. Wet! Hot! Fuck! Cumming in the Brit's mouth! Shit, one of my spurts white washed Latif's face, from his dark eyebrows to his lips. He swallows what I deposited in his mouth and licks his lips; eyes open in amazement and awe at the force of my creamy projectile. Paul moans taking the rest of my erupting load. I tingle in pleasure from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. Fuck! Oh hell. I'm zoned out and feel like I'm drowning. Lee's cock is pulsing, pumping jets of warrior cum in my mouth. I'm gonna die happy. Grin. Coming back to earth from my heavenly ejaculation, my eyes come into focus again. Standing in the door are Latif's dad and two teenage brothers. I can tell they're freshly showered. Holy fuck! How long have they been there? *** Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To my readers. Thank all of you who have emailed telling me you like this story. I've incorporated some of your suggestions and very much appreciate your ideas. Forgive all of my grammar and typos. I find it difficult to edit my own work and sometimes read right through my mistakes without seeing them because my mind knows what it's supposed to say. Interest seems to be dropping off for this story, but I will try to get one more chapter completed with Celt's first fuck. Thanks again to all of you playful horny guys.