Date: Sat, 11 May 2019 18:18:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Barry Edmund <barry97_97@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking Down Sargent Malta-16

"Ah, fuck, Steve, Dad's a fucking fag. Look at him, staring at our
crotches, licking his lips. What d'ya think? Should we let him blow us?"
Alex asked, now openly jerking his big bone. "Think we might as well fuck
him too. What d'ya say, Steve?

"Yeah, I'll bet he'd like that," Steve said, following his brother's
lead. He'd stripped naked in no time at all and I was dumbly gawking at his
big stick. It had swelled before my eyes and pre-cum, dripping from the
huge mushroom head, had effectively glued it to his stomach.

"Sounds good to me," I said, eyeing both of them and trying to act as if
nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Things were moving so quickly I
couldn't believe my good luck. Still, I wasn't convinced the boys were
actually going to go through with this and didn't want to say or do
anything that might stop them. Meanwhile, they were just standing there
like a pair of louts who didn't know what to do next.

"Well, which one of you wants to go first with the fuck?" I asked, as if it
were the most natural thing in the world. "And what position do you want me
in? Doggy, or what?"

"Get on your back, Dad. Then press your knees against your chest. I'm gonna
fuck you good. And hang your head off the bed, so Steve can get a blow job
at the same time." Alex seemed to have figured all of this out in an
instant. His horniness probably helped. It was impossible not to notice
that his cock was now completely hard. It was a big fat piece of meat, and,
as he stroked it, his heavy nuts swung loosely between his legs.

It was long past the time to be feeling such things, but, to my surprise,
at this moment I suffered a pang of embarrassment. Paternal dignity,
perhaps, though I knew it was sure to crumble in the face of a
three-way. Trying to conceal my excitement, I took off my pajamas as calmly
as I could and laid down crosswise on the bed, exactly as Alex had
instructed, with my head hanging over the edge. I sensed Steve and Alex
approaching, then felt Steve's boner press against my lips.

"First lick it, Dad. Get it good and wet," he said, stating the obvious.

"Okay, Son," I answered. I opened my mouth wide and he shoved his sticky
cock between my lips.

"Wow, that's great," he cooed, punching the head of it toward the roof of
my mouth. "That's the way. Suck my cock, Cocksucker." I lowered my head
further, and, using my tongue, guided his dick into my throat.

He was all the way in, and his heavy nuts were pounding against my jaw. A
strong odor of sweat came off of them and instantly drove me crazy. It had
taken a while, but Steve settled into a rhythm, and was acting more
confident. Any qualms he may have felt at first about doing this seemed to
have faded. He reached down and took hold of my nipples, pinching and
tugging at them, sending waves of pain throughout my body. I had already
sprung a huge boner, but as he bent to bite my left ear, I began oozing
pre-cum, too.

"You going to fuck him now, Alex?" Steve asked, drawing me out my trance.

"What d'you think?" Alex replied. He swaggered to the opposite side of the
bed and pushed a very long finger into my asshole. "Oh, yeah," he
said. "This is gonna be great. Nice and tight, and wet, too. Where'd that
come from, Dad? Hunh? Someone just fuck you? Wonder who that could have
been. Was it Bob? I'll bet it was Bob. Was it, Dad? Was it Bob?"

I wanted to shout, "Yes, it was Bob!" I wanted both of them to know that
their brother had just fucked me, not once, but repeatedly. I wanted Gloria
to come in. I wanted her to see what was happening, and to tell her about
Bob. I wanted to wake the entire neighborhood and get fucked by every guy
in town. But, with Steve's massive cock fucking my throat, all I could do
was grunt, and barely nod my head, which Alex couldn't even see. Of course,
he'd likely already answered his own question, and I could tell from the
way he said it that he was pretty sure he was right, that the jizz in my
ass was Bob's. But was it? So much jizz had already come out, it made me
wonder how much more could still be up there. And whose jizz would that be?
No way of telling now, short of DNA testing. Just a sloppy mess of jizz, I
guess, and, the way things were going, more was en route.

Well, Alex could think whatever he wanted to, whatever got his rocks
off. Before this was over, everybody would probably know everything anyhow,
so it really made no difference. He reached forward with his left hand and
joined Steve in squeezing the hell out of my nipples. No question about it,
these boys liked nipples. They liked them big, pointed, firm, and, from the
way they were carrying on, they liked punishing them, too. Come to think of
it, the girls they brought home always had big tits. Like really big
tits. The lewd, out-to-here kind. The kind that don't stop moving, and that
you can't help but fixate on. Tits with prominent nipples; nipples and
areolas that teased through the cloth of their blouses and tops, and showed
brown beneath lighter colors. Filthy sluts, I always figured, swinging
their tits around like cheap whores. I wondered now if Alex and Steve gave
their girlfriends' nipples the same pitiless treatment they were giving
mine. These boys were strong, probably didn't know their own strength, and
their vice-like pinching made me squirm and squeal like a pig, completely
opening my throat to Steve's dick stick. He went all the way in and gasped,
amazed, I think, at how deep I was able to take him.

For the record, there was nothing second rate about my cocksucking
technique. Far from it. The skill level I'd reached, and in a few short
weeks, mind you, I'd take that and stack it against the skill level of any
cocksucker on earth, man or woman. And I'd best them all, and in every
category, too: length, width, shape, duration, frequency, lubrication,
suctioning, lingual dexterity and enthusiasm. I'd leave those second-tier
cocksuckers in the dust. And while they were panting, coughing and choking
on their own phlegm, I'll still be working a fat dick well past my
epiglottis, and loving every second of it. It's not just that I'm out to
win. I aim to win, of course; that's in any good soldier's blood. But with
cocksucking, it's not for my own glory. Above all, I do it to serve. I do
it for my men. And now I was doing it for my own sons, and they were seeing
first hand the results of fine military training paired with a can-do
spirit.

But what about Master Dan? What the fuck was that all about? He certainly
had a fantastic body for so young a man; very sexy. Ten times hotter than
his little bitch of a kid sister. Saving herself for marriage! Who the fuck
does that? Had a nice fat dick, too, Dan did, and big nuts, just bursting
with juice. Same goes for his all of his strapping mates. Magnificent
genitals on those boys!  A man could feast on them for days and never get
enough of it. But then there was that underhanded business with the
contract they tricked me into signing. How does all of that fit into the
picture? Well, I don't have every answer. Some matters, of course, are
above my station. That whole scene? A perfect example of adaptation, I'd
say. That's my best guess. Adapting to circumstances on the ground, they
call it, and we do it all the time in the armed forces. You go in with a
plan but you've got to be flexible.

Speaking of flexible, Alex was now working at least three of his
big-knuckled fingers in and out of my hole, and it was pulling open for him
like a ring of taffy. Hoping to tempt him into shoving his entire fist in
there, I gripped my legs more tightly against my chest, stretching my man
hole front to back as I did it. Steve, who was apparently paying close
attention, seemed to catch on right away to what I was doing and reached
down to hold my legs in place. That freed my hands to spread my cheeks even
further, giving Alex maximum access and an unobstructed view into my fuck
chute. Three fingers, four, a fist or his dick, I was open for business and
Alex clearly got the point.

"Wwwhhuuhh," he sighed, "he's nice and spongy down here, Steve. Pussy's
perfect. Just ripe for screwing," he said. I felt him position his leaking
cock against my cunt and saw Steve lean in to watch as it disappeared into
my hole.

"Ahhh, fuck, man. Too much! Feels so great, Steve! Yes! You're going to
take the whole fucking stick, Dad. The whole fucking thing. All ten inches
of it, you goddamn cock lover. You know you want it!"

Alex's voice seemed to have a dropped a register. His heavy sweat flew
through the air as he lunged between my legs and the stink from his armpits
filled the overheated room. All at once, there was something very
animal-like, almost frightening, about him. Like a bull or an untamed
stallion; powerful, virile, and unpredictable. Had a stunning horse dick,
too, and he hadn't yet hit bottom. With my head slung over the side of the
bed, I couldn't see him, but his raunchy talk and wild moves were driving
me crazy. He grabbed my legs, crushed them against my chest and flailed
away with his muscled thighs against my exposed cunt.

"That's the way. Deep throat my nine inches, Dad." That was Steve, and I
had an upside-down view of the room through his shapely legs. Fine boys I
had produced! Real manly studs, and so sexy! I was thrilled to be their
bitch and stuffed by them at both ends.  "The joys of parenthood are many."
Our pastor said that occasionally, but until I was being turned out by Alex
and Steve, I didn't fully appreciate how right he was.

Of course, Steve, being younger, had always looked up to Alex, and, now,
with Alex behaving like a sex maniac, Steve wanted to mimic him, thrusting
his chubbed-up boner into my throat like one of those fuck machines, and
nearly losing his balance. His plump nuts beat against my nose and the
musky odors coming from his bush and between his legs were intoxicating.

"Man," he said, "if I knew you could take dick like this, I'd have been
stuffing it down your throat years ago. Very talented homo, Dad. They
should give you a medal for it."

Steve continued pumping until I thought for sure he'd shoot his
nut. Instead, he suddenly pulled out and left me panting, desperate to
catch my breath. I raised my head and saw that he'd leaned back and was
leering down at me, his masculine jaw jutting forward. Pacing himself, I
guess. Didn't want to cum too soon, I figured. I lowered my eyes to his
dick, rigid, glistening with saliva and dripping the mucous it had
collected in my throat, and to his balls, swaying ominously in their loose
sack. Something about their movement was spellbinding. Each time his dick
jerked up, it triggered a lateral swinging, weighty, slow and hypnotic, of
the entire kit, his right nut dangling more than an inch beneath his
left. Then, all of a sudden, Steve lifted my head and forcibly shoved his
stiff prick back into my mouth, heading straight for my gullet.

Meanwhile, Alex wasn't letting up, not even for a second. He was older, a
little more developed and probably didn't need to pause to control his
ejaculations. No question that he was getting worked up, though. He'd
seized my hips, probably had bruised them by now, and was plunging fiercely
in and out of my hole, building speed as he rammed away, fucking my ass as
if it might be the last fuck of his life.

"Take my cock, you fucking fag of a dad," he said, his spit flying as he
spoke. I detected more than a trace of resentment, and anger, in his tone,
and, for a moment, it rattled me. If he had spoken to me that way
yesterday, I would have immediately called him on it and initiated a little
chat to bring him back in line. But today I liked it. I liked being his
bitch, and Steve's bitch too. Knowing they were treating me like the class
slut, just the way Bob did, made me feel sexy in a way that was new and
exciting. I just wanted to keep tapping into it, and serving myself to
these boys. And what excellent boys they were! So masculine! So well built,
and so well hung!

"This is some fine pussy," Alex said. "Don't have to wear a condom
either. Fucking this faggot hole straight out raw so this homo can feel
every throbbing vein." Sweat had coated our bodies and was now dripping
from all three of us.

"He's got a fantastic cunt, Steve," Alex added, and it's so weird, but I
felt truly flattered when I heard this, as if having a hot fag hole was a
great accomplishment. "You'll have to fuck him, Steve. It's really great,"
Alex went on, "and he's really into it. Just keeps pushing back for more,
don't you, Dad?" As he said this, he reached forward and tore at my
nipples. With all the rough attention they'd been getting, they felt like
they'd been scorched, and were about to fall off.

"Sounds good," Steve countered. "Like, you're really enjoying it, man, but,
Dude, this end's good too. His mouth and throat are the best I've ever
had."

They talked to each other, brother to brother, as if I weren't there, or as
if my status had become so debased, they no longer needed to acknowledge my
presence. Almost as if I'd become an object, a sex toy, nothing more than a
receptacle for their youthful ball juice. And I loved it. It took all my
will power not shoot my nut right then and there.

"Getting close," Steve teased. "Big messy treat coming, Dad. Yes,
Ma'am. Gonna shoot. Gonna shoot any second, right down your throat, Homo."

Steve stood stock still, his dick rigid as steel, then I felt it throbbing
deep in my throat. He shoved himself a little further in for good measure,
moaned, then cried out, "Oh, shit! I'm cumming. Cumming down your fucking
fag throat, Dad. Oh, fuck! Shooting my fucking load. Oh, yes!" He was
outright yelling at this point.

I could feel his copious output flooding my throat. When did he last bust
his nut? I wondered. Don't these striplings jack off ten times a day? How
much cum can a pair of busy nuts hold, anyway? Even though I was close to
choking on it, I was dazzled by the inundation. And there was plenty more
to come. He pulled his dick out of my throat until the massive head of it
was resting on my tongue and still firing uncontrollably, thick, delicious
wads of the stuff that mixed with my saliva and turned into frothy foam. He
finished off this burst of fire by pasting my face with strands of it and
shooting the rest into my hair.

Meanwhile, Alex was fucking me good, hard and fast, his big balls smacking
against my upturned ass. "Damn, he has a mighty fine cunt, Bro," he
said. He seemed to be somewhat taken with me, or at least my man hole. Of
course, the odor of Steve's jizz, now hanging heavy in the warm air, might
have been having a ruttish effect on him. It was certainly having that
effect on me, though that may say more about me than the effects of the
odor. "Take my thick cock, you fucked up fag." Alex grunted as he continued
fucking me, alternately working my nipples and slapping my thighs.

Steve, now quite done, wiped his cock against my right cheek and sat on
Alex's bed. "That was great," he said, taking a deep breath and massaging
his chest. "Can't wait to try out his ass." He turned his head and looked
at Alex. "Seems like he's so desperate, Dude. Why don't you make him beg
for it? He needs it so bad, man, he'd start begging for sure," Steve said,
idly stroking his half-stiff bone.

"Too late for that, man. I'm ready to shoot my load any second. You want it
up your fucking homo ass, Dad? Is that what you want?" Alex released my
nipples. He'd been pinching the hell out of them, and, when he let go, the
pressure of the blood pounding back in was almost unbearably painful.

"Please, oh, yes!" I shouted. "Please, Son, shoot your big load deep in my
ass. Fill me the fuck up! Give me everything you've got!" I was beside
myself, breathing frantically, writhing on the bed and tearing at my
nipples myself.

"You heard him, Alex. Pump him! Fill his sleazy cunt, Bro," Steve said.

"I'm cumming... big time," Alex roared, as my ass filled with his hot
juice. I could feel molten pellets of his jizz rhythmically striking the
walls of my chute as his fuck stick pumped it out, each discharge
scattershot and explosive. He steadied himself by leaning in, his body
quivering with each contraction. Gradually, these throes diminished.

"Jeez," he said, still breathing heavily. "You know, Steve, I really needed
that." He pulled his cock from my ass and absently fired another couple of
scorching salvos across my chest and stomach, then sat down on the opposite
side of the bed.

I raised my head and propped myself on my elbows. I had an enormous
hard-on. These horny young guys were something else! And why, I wondered,
didn't I do some of this queer stuff when I was high school? All those
sex-crazed jocks, my buddies and teammates, groping themselves in class,
strutting stark naked through the locker room; pre-cum hard-ons, day and
night, and no place to shove them. All that stiff, hot meat, eager to fuck,
gone to waste. What a lost opportunity. If only I could go back in time.

"I don't know about you, Alex, but I'm not really done yet," Steve said a
little wistfully, spreading his legs wide apart and stroking his bone. "I
wanna try Dad's ass. You wanna try his throat, Bro?"

"Not just now, no. Not me. Think I'm a little sick of this homo, Dude. I'm
going to take a shower and clean up. But go ahead, have a good piece of
ass, Steve." Saying this, and completely ignoring me, Alex put on his
boxers, left the room, and closed the door behind him.

"Okay, so... it's just the two of us," Steve said. "Go on. Scoot yourself
up so your head's on the pillow. I want to look into your pretty blue eyes
when I fuck you, Dad. How's that sound, hunh? That queer enough for you?"

Steve had gotten up and started pulling my feet and legs to the foot of the
bed. I shifted my head until it rested on the pillow. When I'd taken my
position, he stood there, glaring down at me, his chest and shoulder
muscles flexing, his golden skin glistening in the lamplight. Looking up at
him, I felt like a young girl about to lose her virginity. Without
thinking, I reached between my legs to feel my cunt. It was dripping
wet. Steve walked toward the head of the bed, reached down, took hold of my
sore nipples, and stared at me as he pinched them between his strong
fingers.

"Sounds perfect to me, Son," I replied. He couldn't possibly understand how
badly I wanted him at that moment. How badly I wanted to be the hot little
bitch getting fucked by the hunky stud.  His heavy dick, now fully erect,
was swinging stiffly above his bloated ball sack, its swollen head
pulsating obscenely with each heartbeat. Everything about him was erotic,
arousing and manly.

"I'd like that, Steve," I whispered. "I'd like looking into your bright
blue eyes as you fuck me. As you my fuck my hot cunt, Steve." Saying this,
I spread my legs and bent them at the knee. I was still fingering my
ass. Jizz continued to flow from it and I was using it as lube, spreading
it around my puffy ass ring so Steve would be able to glide right on in.

"Getting ready for you to fuck me, Stud. Pussy's nice and wet," I
said. "Oooh, that's the way, Son. That's right. Work my nipples, just like
that. It feels so good. You like that, Steve?"

But Steve didn't answer. He moved to the foot of the bed, his thick nine
inch cock pasted to his stomach by a steady stream of pre-cum spilling from
his piss slit, his ball sack, pendulous and hairy, swaying as he walked. I
watched him move between my legs and push down his cock, then felt the head
of it barely kiss my butt hole.

"How much do you want this cock up your ass, Homo?" He asked. He was
tantalizing me with it, rubbing the oozing head lightly against my jizzy
ring. Instinctively I began flexing my ass muscles. I felt terribly empty.

"Oh, Steve, I really want it. Please. Just fuck me, Steve. Just shove it
in, Son. Go ahead. "

"Yeah, Dad, I hear you," Steve said, "but what I asked was, how much do you
want it? Like do you maybe sort of want it, or do you think you want it but
aren't really sure. Or what? What is it, Dad?"

Okay, he was clearly toying with me now. Steve always did like playing
games and still had some growing up to do, no question about it. But fair
enough. He was going to make me beg for it. Couldn't get Alex to make me
beg, so he was going to do it himself. And good for Steve. You see, a
father never knows when he'll be in a position to teach something worth
knowing to his boys. And here was an opening for Steve to learn a couple of
important life lessons; one, when to step up and take charge, and two, if
you want something done right, you may need to do it yourself.

"Oh, Steve, I want you to fuck me more than anything," I moaned. "You
wouldn't believe how queer I am for it, Son. That big hard thing stuffed in
my tight hole! I can't wait any longer, Steve. I'm begging you!
Please. Please, shove it in, Steve. Plenty of jizz there. You'll see. It's
gonna slide right in, Son. Just give me your fat fucking dick! That's all I
ask. I'm begging for it!"

I grabbed my hips, pulled apart my ass cheeks and humped against his
thighs, which might have been more of an invitation than he was
expecting. I didn't want to overplay my hand. What if the sight of me
thrashing and squirming for his dick, pleading with him to sodomize me,
suddenly disgusted him? What if he didn't go through with this?  What would
I do then? Maybe Alex or Bob would be up for another go. No, not Bob. Bob
was drained. Alex? I wasn't sure. Alex was complicated, hard to read. No,
it had...

Steve interrupted my train of thought.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Daddy really wants it. You've turned into a fucking
freak, Dad. Like a real psycho. Look at you! Jeez!" He pushed my legs
farther apart and returned to jacking his sticky dick. "Go on, bitch," he
said, "keep talking. Who told you to shut up?"

I didn't realize Steve was so verbally oriented. If he wanted verbal, I'd
give it to him.

"You're right, Steve. I'm nothing but wet pussy, dripping wet, and you're
going to love it, Son. You won't believe how good this pussy is. I
promise. Do it for your dad, Steve. You won't regret it. All in the family,
you know. A really hot piece of ass, right here, in your own home, and so
tight, man, you'll be cumming like a hose, squirting jizz like never
before. No kidding. Go ahead, Son, ruin my insides. As rough as you want
it. That's what I need. Such a great dick you've got, too. So beautiful,
thick, hard, and nasty. And such bulging veins! I can't wait, Son. Just go
ahead and fuck the shit out of me."

Steve inched forward on his knees and positioned himself for entry.

"Unbelievable! Such a fucking faggot," he said. "Is this what you want, you
messed up homo?" And in one powerful stroke, he lunged full-tilt up my
asshole.

At first, I was so desperate for dick, all I felt was relief, as if a
raging fire was being put out. But as Steve got into a regular rhythm, the
fucking itself somehow only further inflamed me, like nothing I'd ever
experienced. The thought popped into my head that, at this point, maybe one
cock by itself wasn't going to fill the bill, even though Steve was
long-dicking me, wide and deep, like a pro. Where'd he learn to fuck like
this? He must have been getting a lot of practice. I imagined a posse of
girls at his school with massive tits and shredded pussies. And to think
that he's my own flesh and blood. I was so goddamned proud of him!

Steve leaned in and slapped me across the face.

"You listening, Homo? I asked you a question. Is this what you wanted?" He
was snarling and sweat from his hair and brow rained onto my forehead and
into my eyes.

"Oh, yes, Son! Sorry, Son. This is heaven! Just keep feeding me dick! I can
take whatever you can give me! I need it long, thick, and rough, Steve!
Pound my pussy, Son. Pulverize it!"  Young males, in general, may be short
on finesse and strategic thinking, and, when riled up, unprepared to
safeguard their resources, but when it comes to the physical act of
impassioned fucking, youth is in a league of its own. Unrestrained,
headlong, reckless, balls out, for young studs, this is exactly what
fucking is, and they've got all the raw energy it takes to sustain it. They
also have a flow of blood to the penis that makes it feel like tempered
steel. Having my cunt atomized by Steve's feral exertions drove home this
point with indisputable clarity.

Grunting like a bull moose in rut, Steve was really letting loose,
hammering my fuck hole furiously, as if he'd lost his mind. My tits ached
and my cunt burned, but my dick was as hard as it had ever been in my life,
and a good-sized puddle of pre-cum was pooling beneath its flaring purple
head. I put out my hand, dipped my fingers in it, and brought some of the
spooge to my lips. Delicious! A little watery, perhaps, but still an
impressive output considering all the action I'd already seen with my boys.

At this point in the tumult, without any warning, Steve reached forward,
pinched my nipples and rolled them like a demon back and forth between his
fingers. The pain he inflicted was so exquisite I couldn't breathe. I
gasped and wheezed, spitting up the cum I'd been feasting on.

"Oh, no," I blurted out. "My cum. I just spit out my cum. I wanted that
cum, Steve. And I want more. I want cum down my throat and all over my
face! Please, Steve!" I wriggled maniacally beneath his built-out form, now
slippery with sweat. The room stank of man sex. In a frenzy, I gripped
Steve's fat prick mid-lunge with my ass ring, suddenly paranoid that he
might pull out.

"Ah, fuck, Dad. What the fuck?" Steve pushed all the way into my hole and
lifted his body off of mine, his arms fully extended. "Look at you," he
said. "Spunk bubbling out of your mouth and you're calling for more. Jeez!
And I thought Ashley was a cum slut. Well, she's got nothing on you, that's
for sure. The girls at school are like nuns next to you, Dad. What a faggot
sleazeball!  How'd this happen, Dad? Really, Dad. What happened?"

What was the matter with this guy? He was getting a little too verbal for
my taste. All he had to do was fuck me, and we could shoot a double nut. We
were so close! But now he's got questions? Now he's gonna analyze me?

He flexed his arms a bit and I watched his biceps swell and ripple. Without
thinking I reached up to feel them and nearly swooned with pleasure. So
butch! So masculine! I then moved my hands to his chest and down to his
stomach, ridged with muscles. I was well aware that, despite his fine talk,
he hadn't shifted his fuck position. His turgid dick was still lodged to
the hilt in my cunt. I clenched my ass ring repeatedly as I teased the
flesh of his belly with my fingers. I could see I was getting a rise out of
him.

"Fuck the shit out of me, Steve. Just keep on fucking, Son. You need this
as much as I do, and you know it. See how deep you can go, Steve. See if
you can best Alex. I'll bet you can, Steve. Such a sexy fucker and such a
hot dick. And what about my ass? It's super tight, isn't it? Feel that?" I
asked, and I gripped his dick with my asshole as firmly as I could.

"Yeah," he said, "it's tight. Fucking tight. Feels fucking good. First ass
I ever fucked, and it feels fucking good!" He was in motion again, the old
in and out, and I began to think I might be able to wrangle an anal orgasm
out of all of this. The lining of my cunt felt like it was about to go into
spasms at any moment.

"Oh, yes, shove your big fat cock deeper!" I moaned, overcome with lust. My
own cock was rock hard and ready to explode as Steve's swollen nut sack
battered my ass.

"Get ready, Homo. I'm almost there, Dad. I'm so fucking close. Gonna shoot
this fucking shit in your cunt, Faggot."

"Yes! That's right. Shoot it up my ass, Son! Cream my insides! Blast that
hot juice straight into my... ," and then he did. I felt heavy slugs of
jizz bombard my guts as his cock throbbed uncontrollably, applying massive
pressure against my prostate. The walls of my fuck chute quivered in
response, forcing my asshole into contractions and triggering my own
orgasm, completely hands free. The first projectiles basted my face, my
forehead getting the longest shot, but by the time I was finished, I was
covered in the stuff, on my chest, my arms and my stomach, and watery
rivulets were running through the wrinkles of my neck.

Steve fell on top of me, totally spent, his cock draining inside me like an
idle fire hose. The bold lad had left nothing on the playing field. Our
bodies were soaking wet and both of us were stupefied, I think, by the
force of what had just happened. For several moments the only sound in the
room was the sound of our own breathing until, all of a sudden, the door
opened and Alex walked in, a fresh white towel synched around his slim
waist, his manly torso on full display. I was surprised how intrigued I was
by the sight of him.

"You ready to suck some more cock, Dad?" he asked. He closed the door and
dropped his towel to the floor, causing his ten inch dick to jut out lewdly
above his hairy balls, which, after nutting and a shower, were swinging
lower than ever. A sultry scrotum, if I ever saw one, and I kept staring at
it, and at his lengthening cock, thrilled at being given a chance to suck
it, to have it stuffed down my fag throat until I was gagging on the
thing. Steve had rolled on his side when he heard Alex enter, so I was able
to push him off of me pretty easily, and I wasted no time jumping from the
bed and meeting Alex halfway. What a fucking stud, he was! Absolutely
gorgeous!

"I'll gladly suck your cock, Son," I said, "but, first, let me get a taste
of those fucking man nuts. You don't mind if I munch your nuts, do you,
Son?"

"Why the fuck would I mind, Dad? You're the faggot. That's sorta what
you're supposed to do, isn't it? Girls won't do that kinda shit. So go
ahead. Just bury your homo face in there and queer out."

"You're going to love his mouth, Alex," Steve said. He was cooling down,
lying on his side and facing us, head propped on his hand, his heavy dick
dangling languorously against his thigh. "He just totally pigs out."

Kneeling in front of him, Alex's sexuality all but bowled me over. I
gripped his muscled thighs to steady myself and pulled him closer. Now,
mere inches from my face, his balls were shifting slightly from side to
side, rising and falling, the left one coming to rest slightly lower than
the one on the right. From this vantage point, they had the physical
presence of bull nuts. I was transfixed by their size, their shape, the way
they moved, by everything about them. These were man nuts I would follow to
the ends of the earth.

All at once I felt a sharp slap against my left ear, and then another.

"What the fuck are you doing down there, Faggot? Get to work, you asshole."
Alex was right, of course. I certainly didn't want to neglect his nuts! I
extended my tongue and began ministering to them until the entire sack was
soaking wet with saliva. I slurped one huge ball into my mouth, then the
other, then, to everyone's astonishment, both at the same time, drooling
all the while like a rabid dog.

"Terrific circus act, Dad," Alex said, as I squished both nuts between my
cheeks, but, when I looked up at his face, I could tell I'd struck a nerve,
and he was going to need another good jizz before this ended.

Steve was still stretched out on the bed, and I was mostly turned away from
him, but I could see him fiddling with his dick, and hear him making little
jokes and calling me a loser, a cocksucking homo, and a fucking fag. Not
very original, but somehow that made his name calling even better. And then
Alex chimed in too, which kind of egged me on, not that I wasn't already
perfectly willing. The grotesque perversion of what we were doing had so
excited me, I thought I might actually faint. And the more they threw out
insults, the more aroused I became. I was well aware that I was fully boned
and leaking pre-cum. I could feel it oozing out of my dick slit and running
down my legs.

"Great ball eating, Faggot," Alex grunted and shoved his muscular hips
forward, "but how about the main event? Go on, get on my thick prick, you
little cunt."

Alex's dick was formidable. Ten inches long, and fat as can be, with a
meaty purple head that looked like a big ripe plum. It was jerking before
my eyes and I grabbed hold of it with one hand as I let his nuts fall from
my mouth.  "That's right, Sweetheart," he said, "why not give it a little
kiss? Wouldn't you like to do that, Faggot? It's pretty enough to kiss,
isn't? Or are you afraid it's gonna explode?" And then he laughed.

I brushed my lips against the sticky head, teased the leaky slit with my
tongue, then opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in.

"That's the way, Faggot," Steve said from the bed. "Take my bro's big rod
in your fucking fag mouth, Dad. Show him the deep respect a real man
deserves, you fucked up homo." Steve really was too impressionable, taking
on Alex's insolent tone, but I think it's fair to say he always means well.

"Yes, Princess, you heard what he said. Swallow my cock, Homo."

Alex rapidly slapped my pate with both hands and forced his powerful hips
forward, causing me to swallow several more inches of his fuck
pole. "That's the way. You see? You can do it, Little Guy. Nice piece of
man bone in your filthy trap! Doesn't that make the nasty pervert happy?
Swallow the whole damn thing, you clown. That's what you really want. I can
tell."

Working my tongue and throat muscles I maneuvered Alex's dick into the far
reaches of my throat, and when I was done, he was in all the way. I was
breathing through his wiry pubes, his weighty nuts pressing against my
chin. The effect this had on him was so intense that Alex completely shut
up. I couldn't see him, but I heard Steve rise from the bed to join us. He
came up behind me and his legs brushed against my shoulders as he leaned
down to pinch my nipples. All the while, I held Alex in my throat, firmly
flexing my muscles against his swollen dick.

"Fucking homo!" Steve said in a whisper, almost reverently.

"Too fucking much!" Alex was in a state of disbelief. "No girl has even
come close! This isn't a circus act, Steve, not anymore, this is Guinness
Book stuff. If Dad's gotta be a homo, at least he's really good at it."

Then, with his hands on either side of my head, he began throat-fucking me,
cautiously at first but gathering speed as he saw that I could take
whatever he had to dish out. I was so proud of him at that moment. His
take-charge stance, fury legs, pungent bush! So red-blooded! And such a
huge dick! I reached up impulsively to seize hold of his bruising nuts, the
whole sack the size of a baseball. Nearly delirious, I started squeezing
and tugging at it, as if to milk the manly juice from its confines.

"Oh, shit!" Alex cried out. "I'm just about there, Steve." He was huffing
and puffing and hurling his hips forward and back. "Almost there. Ah,
fuck!" He drove himself all the way in. I felt his cock bulge and
vibrate. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" he shouted. His legs began to tremble
and he ripped his pulsing dick from my throat, spewing a burly load of jizz
on my tongue before spattering dense ropes of it across my face.

Heavy breathing. All three of us were a little shell-shocked and needed
time to take in the significance of the massive eruption that had just
taken place, and to recover from it.

While Alex was still pulling himself together, I took the opportunity to
taste him once again, joyfully licking his softening cock, coated now with
mucous and still leaking occasional drops of spooge, but he rudely brushed
me aside.

"Okay, party's over, Homo. I'm done. You finished with him, Steve?"

"For tonight, yeah. I am"

"That's it then, Faggot. Time to get lost. And listen, you need another
shower, like right away. You stink and you're kinda spooged up, you know?
Probably still leaking jizz out of your nasty ass too. And one more thing,
be grateful that we're not gonna tell Mom, or Bob. Of course, in exchange
for our silence, you've gotta take care of our needs. Do you get it,
Faggot? You put out, and we stay quiet. Very simple. Got that? Otherwise,
you're outed, and," Alex paused, then continued "... I don't think you want
that, do you Dad? Now, out! Get out of my room! I mean it."

He looked so handsome as he sat there barking at me, with his cocky sneer
and smoldering eyes, his fat dick slung over his thigh. And when he raised
both hands and rested them nonchalantly on his head, exposing the ample
growth of dark hair in his armpits, it was all I could do to keep myself
from boning up again. Alex noticed my awkwardness, slouched back, looked
straight into my eyes and smiled.

Whatever the boys might suspect about Bob, they didn't know for sure that
he had already fucked me. And the deal they laid out gave me the the best
of both worlds, silence and sex. Of course, it wasn't at all like me, with
my years of military training, not to have an end game strategy in place,
but conditions on the ground were changing so rapidly, and the terrain was
still so new to me, I was justifiably careening from one tactic to another,
until I could reach a safe place and reflect in peace. Right now, the first
order of business was to somehow find my pajamas, which I eventually
managed to do, and then to put them on.

"Yes, Alex," I said, as I opened the door to leave, "I
understand. Goodnight, then."  Alex was quite correct. I did need a
shower. And, indeed, cum was still issuing from my asshole. And, Heaven
help me, I couldn't stop myself from putting it to my lips and eating
it. Maybe that's shameless, and maybe it's just sound waste
prevention. I've always believed recycling to be responsible policy, not
that I'd go overboard, the way fanatics do. But spooge is spooge. Waste
not, want not. And besides, you never know when you're going to get your
next shot.

And the shower felt great. Kind of tricky to remove jizz from all the hairy
places, but it eventually washed away, and afterwards I felt like a new
man. When you're as fit as I am, and it's not simply luck, you know... no,
I put a lot of effort into fitness, but, as I was saying, when you're as
fit as I am, you snap back quickly. That's a fact. No matter what you've
been through, you snap back, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and ready for
whatever comes at you next. And in this case, it was bedding down, at long
last, beside my sleeping wife. I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head
hit the pillow because the next thing I remembered was Gloria waking me in
the morning.

"Still tired?" she asked. "I must have been sound asleep when you got
home. Didn't even hear you come in." She tugged at my shoulder, leaned in
and gave me a quick, dry kiss. "Your breath's a little sour, dear. Are you
feeling all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I said. "Got home very late, though, and I'm still beat."
I was sleepy as hell, and every part of my body felt stiff and sore. But it
was Saturday, and I had until Monday before I needed to return to the base,
so had the whole day ahead of me free. I rolled onto my side, closed my
eyes and soon fell back into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke again, I was alone, sunlight was flooding the room, and I
ached. I ached all over, especially my throat and my ass. My night with the
boys had apparently taken more of a toll than I'd initially
thought. Hauling myself out of bed, I kind of stumbled into the bathroom
for a shower and shave. The warm water relaxed my muscles and I began to
feel more like my old self. Then, too, there's dignity in careful grooming
and I've always taken pride in the way I keep myself up. Am still damned
good-looking and the way I carry myself is such that men take notice and
defer to me, and women imagine me as their sex partner, and probably get
wet pussies if they stare at me too long.

During my shower, I'd decided the best way to meet the day was a workout at
the gym. I'm never one to rest on my laurels. Rest is the enemy of
vigor. Vigor is what breeds vigor. It's so obvious. I tell this to my
recruits all the time but they're such knuckleheads, it doesn't sink
in. They'd be content sitting around all day scratching their asses. Drives
me crazy, but I do the best I can to motivate them, to turn them into real
men. Of course, it isn't easy, but nothing worth doing ever is.

The other benefit of going to the gym right off was that it'd get me out of
the house before the boys woke up. I was sure the lazy lunks would still be
sleeping and I was in no hurry to run into them. I quickly slipped on my
athletic supporter. I love the way it feels, and, you know, I'm always
impressed with how well I fill it out. I've got some very fine man meat
between my legs, that's for sure. I took a turn in front of the mirror to
admire myself. Fine ass, too, round, firmly muscled, just the right amount
of bounce, and the supporter showed it to its best advantage. All in all,
just about impeccable. Anyhow, I put on my gym shorts, T-shirt, socks and
runners, then bounded downstairs to the kitchen.

I hadn't eaten anything other than dick and jizz since last night, and I
was ravenous. I heard Gloria doing something in the front of the house, so
made a breakfast of toast, eggs and bacon for myself and quickly bolted it
down. Gloria walked into the breakfast room, though, just as I was
finishing to clear the table for me.

"I'm off to the gym," I said, pecking her on the cheek. I also ran my hand
into the scooped neck of her stretchy top. She was wearing some kind of a
sports bra, but I was able to slide my hand into it and cup her right
breast, not that I was especially keen to do it, just to assert myself and
to affirm my rights. Naturally, I got a little rough and felt her nipple
stiffen before I pulled away. I'll tell you, women are all the
same. Unbelievable.

"Goodbye, Dear," she called out as I made my way to the door. "Have a good
workout." I'm my own man, and Gloria knew enough not to ask when I'd be
back.

The gym where I was a member was clear across town. It was an excellent
facility, spacious and very well equipped, but the foremost reason I chose
it is because it's a male-only club. No women allowed. Period. Or should I
say, no periods? Exercise and fitness by men for men. A man could be a man
there and not have to abide by any sissy rules. You might think that's
getting too macho, but the fact is, it's what I'm accustomed to in the
military. A man's world. Strength and camaraderie. Now, sure, in the
military we've got all these cunts coming in. Lesbians, most likely. Well,
good for them. They can do what they like. We all love eating pussy, but
please, ladies, stay out of my unit.  And no kids either. The gym didn't
admit anyone under eighteen. I was reminded of this when I arrived and saw
a sign at the front entrance that made the point very plainly. I'd
sometimes wondered about it, but figured kids were just too irresponsible,
making messes and expecting someone else to clean up after them. And, for
me, it was great to have a place to go where I could get away from the
family.

I stashed my few things in a locker and went out to the main floor. What a
bunch of good-looking guys! See that, exercise and good health, brings out
the best in us. Makes the eyes shine and the skin glow. Plenty of muscles
on display too. Very well-formed pecs, abs, biceps, forearms, thighs, and
calves. Fantastic broad backs, built-out shoulders and mouth-watering
buttocks. Mouth-watering? Where'd that come from? Weird. But, wow, I had to
say, there were lots of hot black and white studs working out, more than a
dozen of them, in their early twenties to my age and, jeez, did they look
good!

Because they hadn't seen me since before maneuvers, some of the guys waved
and called out to me. Very nice guys. My kind of people.

"Hey, Malta, how's it going?" I turned and saw Jay Austin coming toward
me. I'd met him at the gym and, though he was younger, in his early
twenties, we'd been working out together for a while now. I think because
of my military career and my bearing, he looked up to me. "How'd your
maneuvers go? You work those grunts good, Sarge?" He laid his hand on my
shoulder and I became instantly aware of a strong male odor emanating from
his armpit. His skin was glistening with sweat. He was as fit as a man can
be, with short dark hair and brown eyes. Very masculine guy. Very sexy, and
it was making me oddly uncomfortable.

Whoa! I said to myself. Hold steady. This is Jay Austin, your buddy. Why on
earth would I be uncomfortable around Austin?

"Hell, yes, Austin, I did. I sure did." I shuffled a bit, buying time to
regain my composure. I was relieved that he'd taken his hand from my
shoulder, and moved back a step. "You could say that I gave them a couple
of weeks they won't soon forget."

"That's great, Sarge," Austin said, now grabbing at his crotch to adjust
himself. I admit it was exciting to watch, but I wished he hadn't done that
just then. I was having a hard enough time getting my bearings. "Bet you
had them work their fucking asses off," he added, provoking yet another
unwanted homo image in my brain.

Jeez, at this rate, I didn't see how I was going to manage being here. I
was really flustered. Even this light banter with a buddy was like a
minefield, throwing me for a loop. Then, without warning, thoughts about
all the guys in the unit who had fucked me rushed into my head. They'd be
at home now, on leave, fucking their girlfriends, but for sure they weren't
fucking them as hard as they'd fucked me. And with me it was no
condoms. Bare bones right up my pussy ass. For Heaven's sake, I kept
picturing the big dicks on those guys, and their heavy nuts.

"You okay, Sarge?," Austin asked.

"Yeah... yeah," I assured him, "I'm fine, and it's great to be back. Great
to be back."

"Well, it's great to have you here," Austin said, before he walked away. He
seemed a little concerned about me, but was too polite, thank goodness, to
probe any further.

"Some exercise will do me a world of good," I thought. I got on a bike
machine, customized the settings, and started peddling. After a while, I
began casually scanning the room. Most of the guys were wearing athletic
shirts, though some were bare chested, and for shorts, they were wearing
all different kinds, tight and stretchy, baggy, long and short. There were
lots of great bodies, and I started to imagine what they would look like
when completely naked, their upper thighs, lower abs, buttocks, not to
mention their cocks and balls.

I soon worked up a good sweat, going from one type of machine to another,
keeping an increasingly predatory eye on all the hot men I'd worked out
with for years, as well as the newcomers. In the past, I realized these
guys had great builds, but had never considered them in a sexual way. Why
would I? We were jocks and all we ever talked about was pussy. And, in the
shower, of course, I'd seen their limp dicks, maybe looked at them a little
too long sometimes, but, honestly, it didn't mean a thing to me, or faze me
at all. Today was different, though. Today I wanted to see their dicks get
hard. I wanted to suck them off and eat their jizz, and I wanted them to
fuck me.

I struggled to get a grip on myself. I knew the safest thing to do would be
to leave the gym, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't tear
myself away. The temptation was simply too great. I figured I'd just stay a
little longer and take in the view. No harm in that. Still, I was terrified
that I might do something crazy, like beg my buddies to let me get them
off. At least I'd worn my athletic supporter, and that fit tightly enough
to keep my own dick in check.

A shower. That's what I needed. That would cool me down and I'd get a fresh
start. I briskly made my way to the changing room. Fortunately, it was
empty. I was the only guy there. Maybe I`d gotten lucky, and this would be
the ticket. I undressed, walked into the showers and stood under one of the
shower heads, staring directly at the wall, like a zombie. I immediately
sensed there were a number of guys in there, but I really tried not to
look. I did my level best. But I couldn't help it. I turned my head from
side to side, cautiously at first, and then brazenly, until I'd seen them
all. Hot men with soft cocks, their nut sacks relaxed in the heat and
swinging loosely between their muscled legs. Austin was in there too. How
I'd love to drop to my knees in front of any one of these guys, or, better
yet, all of them, and start sucking.

Just then, Austin spoke up, loudly enough to be heard by everyone, even
above the racket of the running water. He was practically shouting. "You
know, Malta, you'd think you were some kind of a fag the way you're looking
at us, and springing a big boner. Is that it? That what you are, Malta?"

Bewildered, I looked down and observed that, indeed, my nine inch dick was
at full mast and absolutely rock hard. Worse still, I simply couldn't stop
ogling all the dicks that were now surrounding me.

"You have me wrong, guys," I said, shaking my head and trying to sound
convincing.

"Oh, well, in that case you don't wanna suck my nine incher?" Troy Jackson
asked as he moved closer to me. He had a smirk on his face and was
massaging his dick, which grew in his hand as he approached. "It's gets
nice and thick, Malta."

End of Chapter 16