Military Madness

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(Military / scat / ws)

MILITARY MADNESS 1

Home from boot camp for two weeks, Ryan Colter sat on his buddy's bed wailing the blues.

"God, it's horrible! I've got to get out. You just can't imagine it, Mark. It's even worse than I prepared myself for. You're so lucky you got that diabetes thing, man."

"You wouldn't think so if you had to stick a needle in your gut all the time!"

"Aw, I didn't mean it that way. But at least you won't be shipped to Vietnam to fight this stinkin' war. Everything I tried fell flat. But you might be some help. I got a sorta plan I'd like to discuss with you when I get up the nerve."

"A plan to get out? What could I do?"

"Well, I was talking to this guy one day. He told me he'd pulled a little con that backfired royally."

"And that's what you're gonna use?!"

"Yeah. See, he told me his mistake and how I'd have to do some prep work so the same thing doesn't happen to me. He said it was real easy to get out a couple years back. All you had to do was tell 'em you were queer!"

"B-but you're not...are you?"

"Course not, fuckhead. But if it gets me out, who cares? Better to be known as a live cocksucker than lying in some rice paddy--dead. He said the trouble was they caught on and began to take the guys anyway. So he figured on getting caught in the act. Then they had to let him out."

"Jeez, doing it?"

"Yep. Right when he knew a sergeant was making his way to the showers he rushed over and bent over in front of some young recruit and grabbed him and started sucking his cock! The sergeant's eyes popped out, alright...as did the confused kid seeing some dude suddenly dive onto his pecker. Unfortunately, he said, he'd never had another guy's prick in his mouth, and never wanted one. He got a big rush of guilt and revulsion and started to heave his guts over the poor fellow's crotch!"

"Heh, heh. Bet he was pissed!"

"He was. He was so shocked he hadn't had time to get mad. But once the barf started spewing over him, all he cared about was getting away and back under the shower spray. Pat--that's the dude's name--said the sergeant just laughed his guts out, saying he wasn't the first dumb fuck to try that scam, and how he'd have to live with the platoon ribbing him about being a lousy cocksucker!"

"Man, what a fun time he must be having!"

"Yeah...but he laughs about it. Anyway, his advice was something the sergeant said during his howling fit. That he shoulda practiced on somebody first to get used to sucking a joint before going public."

"Practiced?"

"Yeah. And that's...uh...what I wanna talk over with you. Um, shit, Mark. I can't just go up to some stranger and ask him to let me practice being a queer!"

"I know some dudes that would let you practice all you want!" he giggled. "Buncha punks down the street would probably line up for you! Only thing is, you'd be down there til you drank every load at least once. And Pete's got that huge dong of his!"

"Armstrong? No way! I remember that horsecock hanging down in the showers...and how he loved to show it off and say any queer was welcome to come right over and suck it off right there!"

"I always thought a couple of the guys were really tempted the way they stared at it...then turned away cause their prick was gettin' hard from soapin' it too fast!"

Mark laughed at the shared remembrance of the one time they'd been in the same gym class since junior high. He saw Ryan vehemently shaking his head at the thought of blowing Pete Armstrong. And even though he was laughing heartily, Mark saw a serious impatience in his eyes. Suddenly, he caught on.

"H-hey, are you suggesting...?"

"Who else?" Ryan quickly cut him off. "My best pal. A guy I can trust to not make fun of me or spread it around." His explanation was tinged with pleading. "Come on, man. It'll be freaky enough going down on a guy's cock without a mind hassle about my rep!"

"Rep? You mean your rep at having laid half the senior chicks worth porking last year? Who'd believe some jerk saying you went down and gave him free head? Get serious!"

"Okay, you're probably right. But I still gotta blow somebody. More than once, most likely. I've got to be able to go snatch any dude's dong and stuff it in my mouth without any hesitation or disgust on my face. I have to get out of that insanity--at any cost! Willya help me, buddy?"

"Weird!" Mark shook his head. "Yeah, course I will. Shit, what idiot would turn down free blowjobs? Want me to pull it out now?"

"Jeez, slow it down, willya! I'm nervous enough." Then he chuckled. "Looks like you're gonna get your wish after all."

"Hunh? What wish?"

"Back in 8th grade when we jacked each other off all that summer..."

"Hey, that's right!" Mark gasped in pleasant delight.

"Til we heard we'd turn queer if we didn't stop."

"Yeah, by that idiot Lunquist. Talk about a fruit!"

"You kept coaxing me to try sucking your `juicy boner', saying you'd do it if I did."

"Gawd, you're right. And I almost had you ready that time, then my stupid brother started banging on the garage door!"

"No way!" Ryan insisted. "Ah, shit. Now I wished I'da done it. Almost brought it up myself the next time, but lost my nerve. School began a week later."

"Lost opportunity!" Mark smirked with superiority. "But now you come-a-crawlin' for it with some bullshit story just so you can finally suck my big cock, hunh?"

"Big?" Ryan scoffed. "Reason I picked you is cause I remember how tiny it was and how easy my training would be!"

"Just because you haven't seen it up and throbbing since you held it last, don't expect an easy ride, asshole. My 'expando-matic' rod will put you through your paces quite well, thank you, even if it's no match for Pete's 'wonder horse' schlong."

Ryan grinned in a mock `show me' wave of his arm.

"Hold on." Mark gave him a suspicious glare. "You're not expecting any kind of action from me, are you? I'm fancy free and didn't sign up for this Fag101 course, you know."

"Yeh, yeh, I know," Ryan reluctantly agreed. "A real pal would share in his friend's agony. Sure would make it less painful, though. And a whole lot more fun! Okay, but jump in any time you get the urge!"

"Fat chance," Mark jibed, unsnapping his Levi's. "Ready to work? Mere diploma, or wanna go for a Ph.D.?"

"OK, assignments. Dunlop, Finley, in there."

"Yes, Sergeant."

"Royce, down the hall. Potter, food games in the mess pantry. And tell those jokers they'd better not leave cum puddles all over the floor again. Cook almost broke his neck sliding in their slop."

"Yes, Sergeant."

"Besides, it's your duty to clean up after your charges. I don't mind their inventive, but still juvenile, little 'hide the weinie' games, but why in hell don't they squirt their loads in a cocksucker's mouth or ass like grown men?"

"I'll try again, Sarge."

"Bookins, the shack by the artillery range, as usual. And ease up on the Colonel's adjutant a bit, willya? We could hear him screaming way back here last time."

"He likes it really rough, Sarge. Keeps goading me til I whip him senseless, shove a nozzle up his ass and give him a gut-busting enema."

"Well, he's gonna get our cushy operation busted, and that'll make for one pissed off Marine camp! Shove a turd or something in his mouth first."

"Kerrigan, come with me. New to the service and servicing, and already I'm getting special requests for you. That orien- tation orgy for new guys showed great talent, grunt. Maybe you oughta try a longer hitch than just relieving a temporary cashflow shortage...right in here...and consider a vocation in the field. Yep, the Corps trains a young man in two major areas: Defense of his nation through rigorous, thoroughly advanced military exercises, and on-the-job instruction in the art of satisfying the roughest, toughest men on God's planet. Ah, right over there.

"Once you've mastered the techniques of turning any one of these thousands of crude, all-masculine and perpetually horny pussyeaters you're assigned to--THE U.S. MARINES!--into squirming pats of butter in your expert hands, you'll find the easiest thing in the world is sticking your cock in a Marine's mouth...just as long as you never, ever suggest he might be a fag. It's, well, like part of the code that was never written down: A Marine does for another Marine without shame or hesitation. That's why you always refrain from making assumptions whenever you encounter a half-naked Marine, kneeling between the legs of another bareassed, slack-mouthed jarhead who's offering unintelligible grunts of encouragement at the emergency assistance being applied to his moist, pungent, oversized assortment of hairy genitals. His pants bunched around his boots...that typical Marine Corps sensitivity and sophistication showing no need to pull them off, nor a spark of recognition that removing them might allow more freedom.

"What for? He was the usual pot-smoking, beer guzzling high schooler who'd put the make on every chick he came close to, using an approach consistent with his charming habit of always announcing to anyone within earshot how, 'Man, I gotta take a wicked dump!' followed by a chuckling, hand-waving caution, `Whew! Better stay away a few minutes. Smells like somebody took a big shit in there!'

"He could never figure out why he couldn't get laid and was constantly getting caught with his dick hanging out of his pants in attempts to steal a furtive moment of pleasure playing with his dick...like under the desktop in class--oblivious that from three rows away it was easily visible, and three girls were giggling in whispers each time he tweaked the soft, pink worm, flopping the cute head under the top to get a boner. He got wise to his audience when one of the girls eventually had to show off by embarrassing him when he passed them one day in the hall.

"`Well, well. Look girls, it's Thumper! Think today might be the lucky day he gets it hard? Or just a couple more splinters?'

"Mortified? Cringing from the abject humiliation of her vicious public sting, his position as the class peckerhead made all the more apparent as two other girls stroll by innocently repeating Michael Jackson's Beat it! Beat it!

"Of course he was...for about two seconds. Then he got all excited that they'd been looking at his prick all that time. In fact, by the time he scooched into his seat he was drooling with lust cause this time he was stiffer'n shit and had a big boner they could really admire! It wasn't that he couldn't get a hardon, or being nervous in class. It was that by 10:00 English he'd already masturbated twice. Every morning, first thing he'd hop out of bed and walk toward the dresser admiring the reflection of his big piss hardon wagging back and forth. Then he'd watch the naked guy in the mirror flog his meat... digging the feel of handling that truly luscious, so-suckable stiff cock--right there on stage with scads of chicks cheering and suggesting the most obscene things they'd do to him (besides a good fuck) if he'd just allow them to lick his stinky balls and suck him off right there on stage!

"`Come one, bring it down here, Willy! Pass it around, you fucking hot stud! Please! Every woman in the world would crawl through her own pussy drippings to give you a blowjob!'

"`You're magnificent, Willy! I told my husband how seeing your beautiful prick makes the cunt juice run down the inside of my thighs. He wasn't even jealous. He laughed instead and said even though no man ever existed farther away from being a queer than him, your cock sounded good enough for him to suck off over and over and even take up his ass!'"

"Uh, Sarge? I'd better go take care of..."

"Hunh? Oh, yeah. Get a move on!"

"Yeah, now lick the Captain's asshole!"

"S-Sir?!"

"His ASSHOLE, Seaman. LICK IT!" the Admiral ordered.

"B-but, sir," the Seaman stammered, "I've n-never..."

"About time, then, son. A man's hot, sweaty crack is the best place another man can ever hope to cram his nose! Go 'head, youngster. Bet ya can't hold off two minutes before your tongue comes stretching outta your lips on its own--to wash that wild valley one end to the other. See if it doesn't."

"G'wan," the Captain urged, bending over, a hand firmly grasping each cheek to spread his moist buttcrack open for the newly initiated cocksucker, "lap my smelly crease up and down. Try it out, then I'll show you how it feels when I suck your hole out!"

"And believe me," the Admiral chuckled, "the Captain is one expert asshole sucker! Pulls a fella's craphole right out and into his mouth...then drives his long tongue through the wrinkled ring and slurps all around your sticky insides. Woowie!"

"The Admiral's no pussy at tickling a sailor's turd chute either," the Captain added.

Just as they knew he would, the fresh recruit--still kneeling from giving succor to the first and second cocks he'd ever tasted--tentatively pressed forward to explore the Captain's fragrant, offered backside. He'd certainly enjoyed everthing his seductors had suggested so far, and the promise of being on the receiving end of this nasty activity eased his feelings of embarrassment and fear of being humiliated...even though with the exception of having both naked officers' hands groping the tremendous boner in his skivies, he'd done all the homo stuff to them.

Fresh off an Iowa farm, he only now passed the thought they might be conning him...straight officers taking advantage of selected young fellows carefully checked and studied... especially if they betrayed a flushed interest the first times in a packed, stud-naked shower. Jeez, maybe if a guy springs a stiff rod the word goes right to the top! Cause those two sure overwhelmed him earlier topside when he'd returned from a pass still woozy from beer. Before he could shake it off, he was in the Captain's quarters, on his knees, preparing to suck the two thickly rising pricks being stroked inches from his face. They were soon both bare-assed in a flash, coaxing his uniform off til only his baggy skivies remained--tenting out obscenely from his excitement. How'd they know he'd secretly fantasized about sucking cocks for many years?

Dazed, he was eagerly slurping on one, then the other, fat, bloated knob before the reality of his situation began to penetrate his fuzzy mind. Then it was too late to claim any repugnance.

"Oooh, lookit him go!" the Captain had gushed--slowly humping his ass back and forth, hands on his hips and a big, satisfied grin on his face.

"Told ya he'd be one sweet, eager cocksucker, didn't I?" the Colonel cooed, stroking the virgin teenager's close cropped, blondish skull. "Hungry as hell!"

The Captain's crack was certainly pungent, alright. A wave of disgust passed through him. But the recruit soon found the powerful aroma wildly enticing--not a bit repulsive any more. The circle of hair surrounding the young officer's anus was even thrilling in a lewd way. The next four years were going to be a snap. Then he'd re-enlist! -----------------------------------

"You keep staring and he's gonna get wise."

"Aw, man, what an ass he's got!"

"Humph. I think it's kinda big and chunky myself. Just another fat-assed marine."

"Buddy, how true! Besides, who cares? All the more to lick if you ask me. And it has a very special magnetism that's quite enticing and irresistible!"

"Why? Has he got a hairy bung or something? Or you into nibbling on a tush with hemorrhoids?!"

"Uh..." he leaned closer, whispering. "You wanna know something wild and embarrassing? His shit tastes good!"

"WHAT?! What'd you do, sneak a pair of his skivies and suck his skid marks?"

"Nope. Licked it fresh from his asshole in the latrine last night. I woke around two. I got up quietly, hoping for another peek of him laying there with his covers tossed off. When I noticed he wasn't in his bunk, I made a beeline for the latrine. Everybody else was dead and snoring. Can't miss those dumb slippers of his. I took the stall next to him, slipped off my skivies, and sat there jacking off imagining how I'd fuck and suck that big round bottom if given the chance."

"And you did, right?"

"Get this. He either just got there, was constipated, or he'd come in to beat his meat off. Because we sat there a good while. Then I almost shot my jizz hearing his turds plopping into the bowl...thinking how I'd have been happy to pull 'em out for him!"

"Cripes, what a perv! How'd you ever pass the psych evaluation?"

"I was so fuckin' hot I poked my head under the stall and said, `Don't wipe it off, man! Lemme lick it off! Lemme lick your greasy asshole clean. I wanna taste your hot shit!' He musta come in for both, cause when he jumped he was trying to hide his big boner.

"Jeez! You!' he cried, startled as all fuck. Then he got a funny look and raised his thick hardon back into sight...like he was showing it off. Okay,' he said breathlessly, reaching over to unlatch the door for me. I peeked out, then scurried into his stall buck naked. I stood there all excited with my stiff prick sticking right out at him. He checked it out, but I could tell it made him a bit uncomfortable. He got up and turned around quickly, straddling the toilet.

"Thought you've been eyeing my ass,' he said softly without looking back. Figured I'd let ya blow me some time. I've been going nuts trying to figure out who the cocksuckers are in this outfit. Military wasn't my choice, exactly, but they said the Marines had more cocksuckers. That they let 'em in to service the others. I'm used to a daily blowjob from my girl. Ah, you like that? You like sniffin' me? It's okay, pull 'em open. Feel my butt. Ah, your tongue's so wet...it tickles. Do you suck cock? It don't matter. This is even better. A fag shitlicker! Hell, I can jack off to that. Ooooh! Yeah!! Godammit, you're hungry. EAT MY SHIT! WORM IT OUTTA THE CREVICES AND SUCK MY ASS. SCOOP IT OUT WITH YOUR TONGUE IF THAT'S NOT ENOUGH! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN!'

"I wanted to blow him but never took my face away long enough to tell him. Couldn't wait, anyway. I managed to get my tongue between his legs as he shot down into the bowl and caught a couple of big globs. But man, that soiled butt was the best thing I ever tasted!"

"Gracious! The obscene saga of two desperate men. You'd better be careful or he'll have you on call."

"I'll sign up! In fact, I'd no sooner gotten back to sleep then he was crouched next to my bed, gently shaking me awake.

"`Uh, just figured I'd ask in case...should I go ahead and shit tomorrow night then wait for you? Or hold off? You wanna mess with my turd or anything? You know...suck it or something? It's cool.' Just like that!"

"Wow, the Lewd Duo...a match made in...well, maybe not there. Do I take it you have a rendezvous tonight with something tall, dark and real warm?"

"Yep. My first formal introduction to one of his little friends! What the hell."

Sergeant Cord stomped out of his barracks office stark naked, pumping a thick, stiff erection! He ignored the gasps and stiffled giggles.

"These the new recruits, Corporal?" he scowled, eyeing the fresh young grunts and giving them his meanest glare.

"Yes, Sergeant!" the corporal answered.

"Have they had time to shower and shit?"

"No, Sergeant," he replied, coughing nervously.

"Good." He sat down on one man's trunk in the aisle and spread his legs. "Get 'em to strip off and parade before me. I'm gonna suck their assholes!"

"All of them, Sergeant?" even the corporal was a little shocked. He glanced around at the wide-eyed youngsters trying to stand at attention with the familiar butch posturing, wondering what planet they'd landed on! He caught a couple of them staring down their noses directly into the man's naked crotch with obvious admiration for the enormous prick that was standing at attention!

"Yeah, all of them. Why not? I'm in the mood to eat out assholes. They've all got one, don't they?"

"I suppose so. Should I check?" he quietly chuckled.

"Don't bother. You strip off, too. I haven't tasted your sweet leftovers in a while."

At the corporal's direction, the boys nervously began to strip. They tried to leave their skivies on, but no such luck. He wiggled his finger at the shy ones to drop 'em, toss 'em, and line up.

"You ladies are gonna learn right from the start that when I say `If you fuck up I'm gonna chew you a new asshole,' I mean just that!" he bellowed.

When the first recruit stepped before him, biting his lip and staring straight ahead, the man got impatient.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Turn around and bend over. Pull your cheeks open and lemme see your crack. I came out here to suck your shitholes. I always suck the new recruits' shitholes to show you who's the boss!"

"Uh, are you allowed to do this, Sergeant?" the recruit squeaked.

"Are you serious?" he glared at him. "This is the Marines, son. Any guy pussy enough to turn down a free ass-sucking is too stupid for this outfit. Maybe you'd like a transfer to the Navy?" he jeered.

"No, Sergeant. Okay, here, suck my butt!"

"Shithole, kid. Can you say `shithole'?"

"Y-yes," he muttered, then grabbed both cheeks and pulled them open. 'FEEL FREE TO SUCK MY SHITHOLE, SERGEANT! SUCK IT INSIDE OUT IF YOU WANT TO. I JUST WANT TO BE A GOOD MARINE."

"That's better. Now let's see what this grimy crack tastes like."

Planting his feet firmly between the kid's legs, he crammed his face into the kid's buttocks and loudly slurped on his ass.

"Yeah, that's better. Strong sweat--real pungent. And I can taste your shit. Strong and mean...like a Marine's shit should taste!" He dug in for another thorough going over, then beckoned the next in line.

The next fresh-faced kid decided to be accommodating. He quickly spun around and bent over, resting his hands on his knees. He nervously bit his lip, taking furtive glances at the others.

"So? What the hell's this?" Cord asked mockingly.

"S-Sergeant?" he asked, not looking up.

"What do you think I am, a lizard? How am I supposed to drive my tongue up your can when you're half a mile away? Back that butt into my face, boy. I don't bite...I suck!"

The recruit blushingly scooted back.

"Hmmm, slick as a whistle. Gonna make me work for this, hunh? Well, let's get this virgin bung opened up, then. We're not quittin' til I taste some hot filth...even if I hafta put my hand up there and scoop it out!"

Gasping, the kid loosened up quickly!

When the Sergeant finally pulled his face from the slicked up, licked out fleshy ring, he saw something outrageous taking place a few feet down the line. One of the recruits was squatting in place, grunting lewdly, taking a shit on the floor! Bending way over, Sergeant Cord stared directly between the kid's legs. Aside from his hanging balls, he could see a long dark turd hanging from his asshole clear to the floor. He blinked just as the rangy turd snapped off and fell over.

"Well, you certainly know how to liven up a party!"

He saw the sour grimaces on those around--some holding their nose.

"Oh, get over it you sissies! Now, I don't mind a kid takin' a big dump in public, but I'd have preferred a ringside view. What's your name and what was that all about?"

"Brooks, Sergeant! Thing was, I was very clean. That's the only way I could think of to assure you a taste of my hot shit!"

"Ah, that's the Marine attitude. A taste of your hot shit, hunh? Bring that turd over here, fella. Let's see how hot it is."

Not expecting that, he gingerly picked the turd up. Unfortunately, it wasn't all that well-formed and broke off. He picked the rest up in his other hand, but it also split apart. Those around him were now laughing at the absurdity of it all. He ended up putting it all in a pile, scooping it into both hands, and sheepishly carrying it to Cord.

"There's a lesson here, dogface," Cord mothered. "Never make a mess you won't clean up yourself. Looks like you need more fiber. Lift it up here. Higher. Not to smell, man. I can already smell it. Run it under my tongue."

The recruits stared in utter shock as the man licked the biggest of the turds from one end to the other.

"OH YES! OH YES! THAT'S A GODDAM MARINE TURD IF I'VE EVER TASTED ONE! I'm proud to lick your shit, Marine. Now turn around and let me chew that filthy shithole awhile. Let's also see what you're made of, Brooks. Lick one of your turds while I do this."

Brooks suddenly lost his self-assured attitude. He grimaced, noticing everyone was gaping at him with unconcealed disgust, and slowly lifted the pile of his own excrement to his mouth. Feeling the man's lips smooching his filthy netherhole, he snaked his own out and took a long swipe along the sticky...

"YIKES!" Bradford Jefferson Brooks III suddenly bolted upright in bed, bathed in sweat and trembling all over. "Jeez, just a nightmare!" he quickly calculated, seeing familiar surroundings. Then he found the cause of his sweaty trembling. He lifted the sheet and stared at the throbbing boner between his legs and the warm jizz that was all over!

"Fuck it!" He fell back onto the pillow and pulled the sheet up. "Damn, I've GOT to get over these fears about leaving next week. That or tell the family to fuck off about following in the family tradition!" -------------------------------

Angered at being disturbed by Private Drake's return to base drunk, rowdy, and at 3:00 in the morning, the Drill Sergeant layed in the aisle between the rows of bunks just as he was. The others were equally perturbed at being awakened again, and lusted for retribution.

Spreading his legs, the Sergeant ordered the young nuisance to do 100 pushups directly over his crotch. And he'd better not puke on him!

Far from being nauseated, the intoxicated young man began to tingle. Each time he went within an inch of the brawny stud's fully-packed pouch he could smell the musky odors emanating from the greasy, piss-stained jockstrap on the otherwise naked man!

"28, 29...wow!...28," he tried keeping count, but he was getting dizzy from the gamey fragrance. "36, 37, 38... gi'me'bonr...39, 40."

"What the hell's he raving about?"

"Dunno, Sarge. Something about a boner, I think."

One of the other guys reached under Drake's belly and felt his crotch. "Yep. I think you're turning him on, Sarge. He has got a boner!"

"Dang. Sure ain't no great punishment fur 'im in that case."

"52, 53, mmmm!" Each time, now, his nose came lower, nudging the man's cock knob. He was also taking a loud sniff while down there.

The Sarge, feeling the nose touching him, grabbed his straps and tugged his pouch away just as the private's face came down. But like radar, his face swerved right along with it. That disturbance also sent a gust of fresh pungency up from between the man's thighs.

"Hey, Drake?" the Sarge barked. "What's with sniffin' my nuts and the stiff ants in your pants? You some kinda fruit?"

"N-no way, Sarge!" he cried breathlessly, stopping. "Still, a guy can only take so much! GODDAM YOUR BALLS ARE RIPE, SARGE! FUCK!!" He jammed his face into the man's smelly pouch and started licking up the moist sides of his thighs where they met the encased balls!

"Uh oh! Toldja it weren't no punishment, Sarge."

"Cripes. Another horny bastard bites the dust. Guess they'll be shipping him out in the morning, hunh, Sarge?"

The Sergeant sighed and shook his head in frustration. No saving the situation now...they'd all seen how Drake was acting. In fact, he spread his legs even more and let the kid tongue around. Hell, he was horny, too. Might as well let him...

"Hold on. I'm tired of losing all my recruits because of faggotry. Personally, I don't give a shit if you all suck cocks...as long as I can make good soldiers out of you!"

"Sonofabitch that's a good idea, Sarge!" Drake gushed, tearing the man's genitals from the jockstrap and stuffing the fat, bloated tube into his mouth after growling, "GAWD I LOVE THE STINK ON YOUR BALLS! YEAH, GONNA FUCKIN' BLOW YA! SUCK ME A BIG PRICK!!"

"Aw, fuck!" the Sarge cried. "Hot fuckin' mouth. First time, and look at him gobble that cock meat!"

"Yowie! Should you be lettin' him do that, Sarge?"

"No, you dumb shit. But if you think it should stop, you'll have to come over here and pull my prick out of his mouth yourself. I'm sure as fuck not gonna do it!"

"Dang, fellas. Handjobs all around?" someone suggested.

"Screw the handjobs and the discharge!" Sarge snorted. "I say let's keep him. Drake? How 'bout after I blow a big wad of jizz in your mouth, you go around and blow the other fellas? Then we make you out a cocksucking schedule to keep everybody's trap shut, and you get to stay in the Corps?"

"Oh, man, this is great! B-but I'm really not a queer, Sarge."

"Queer schmear! Who gives a rat's ass? Important thing is you're a damned fine cock-sucker. Keep our pricks happy and our balls empty and everything'll be jake."

"Well...I could go for this all the time. But no cornholing me up the ass and calling me Ruthie! Shit, guess I'll still be stuck with jerkin' off though, hunh?"

"Yeah. But maybe not for long. The way you blow prick and the way you studs are turning sissy, I'd say one of these guys'll be on his knees before long. Then everybody'll have a cocksucker to rely on and you'll be able to split the load..." he chuckled, "so to speak."

There was a commotion in the back.

"Go ahead! Now's the perfect time."

"What's up back there, Hendshaw?"

"Aw, I'm just tryin' to get Jackson to join up. There's too many of us for one cocksucker, and he already blows me every night in the latrine. Likes to lick ass, too! Um, maybe I shouldn't have told you that."

"No sweat," Sarge said. "Lickin' another man's asshole is a private thing. Any deal's only gonna include sucking and licking balls. You want a man to lick out your stinky hole, you make your own deal. Jackson, front and center!"

Brian loves being a showoff. Out by the pool he strutted around with half a boner. The two marines we'd brought home the night before and had a Suck-n-Fuck with all night long were taking it all in, playing with each other. They looked a bit strange naked in the sunlight, what with their pale bodies, burr heads, and newly-acquired, but still forming, silly moustaches to accentuate their `butch' act.

Yeah, they were studs alright--buddies who'd blustered and flustered for an hour in the bar before maneuvering their straight banter into a perfect cohesion where they'd subtly talked each other into taking us up on our proposal to lick their bodies entirely and blow them as many times as they could get stiff.

They deported themselves as well as any marine ever has. Yessir, the Pride of the Marines! With the help of some strong weed, tequila, and a bottle of amyl nitrate, by morning they'd sucked cock, licked assholes, and both taken cock up the ass-- TWICE!! And there they were, lounging in the sun naked as jaybirds, stroking one another's thick boner and bending down occasionally to take a tongue swipe over the leaking knob.

I was only a few feet in front of them, laying on a deck cushion. Brian had disappeared for about 15 minutes and now was tramping around playing with himself. His other hand would reach back once in a while to screw the buttplug imbedded up his ass. He bent over and showed us several times.

"That should be long enough," he announced, suddenly straddling me and squatting over my face--his ass turned for them to see. "Open your mouth!" he ordered, just before yanking the plug out of his ass and splattering what he'd been churning up all over my face!

The dumb clown. The marines gasped in horror but continued to pound each other's fevered cocks into violent, spurting orgasms as they watched me gulp down the firey mess from Brian's obscenely squirting rectum! It was noisy and lewd. Hell, it was downright filthy! But we all got off on it.

They couldn't believe how fast and stiff my prick had sprung up, and how unashamed I was doing that. Most surprising to them was how they'd blown their wads over it! I just laughed, wiped my mouth, and explained how much I loved Brian...everything about Brian...and that over the years I'd learned to love the smell and taste of his shit as well.

Brian expressed the same sentiments. Stiff as a board from his own prank, he proved it by getting me to crouch over his face and take a big shit in his mouth. I did it real slowly, letting the marines get worked into fresh erections from watching my turd come out. It didn't take them long, what with Brian licking all around it from the moment the greasy dark thing first poked its head out of my asshole.

Kneeling on either side of us, masturbating and gaping at Brian sliding his tongue up and down my smelly turd, they both squirted big stud loads over his face right when he opened his mouth and began to suck on my hot, nasty shit!

I bent over and sucked his throbbing cock. A lot of things will get Brian off, but nothing shoots a bigger wad of jizz from his balls than having his lips wrapped around my fresh turd. Especially having an audi-ence...and the sight above him of those 7 inches of shiny, thick shit hanging from my protruding asshole.

Yeah, we both like sucking turds, and before we dropped them off at the bus station that evening, we got them on all fours facing in opposite directions, eager to defecate their brains out! Their sides touching, jacking themselves off, each watched Brian and I suck the turd coming from his buddy's thoroughly licked rectum! They had their faces close enough to smell it, too.

I would have loved to have seen one of them lean over and lick the turd. But they say marines come in only two groups. Shitters and shit-eaters. They never go half-way. Whatever they'll lick...they'll eat, too. Or they let others do theirs.

We had those bungholes stretched so wide during the operation they each took very smooth, `clean' dumps. So clean they agreed to tongue out each other's shitholes while we blew them. They slurped ass just as loudly as we sucked cock!

Those fuckin' barracks at Pendleton musta rocked when they got back!

In fact, we got a letter from one of them the other day:

"You fuckin' fairy fruit pervert homos! You filthy, disgusting shit eaters have made life miserable for us! For me, at least. I've got such a constant hunger to taste Jerry's stinky, sweaty asshole, I can't stand it! There just aren't that many chances and I know I'm gonna get caught trying to shove my hand down the back of his fatigues to get a dirty finger to sniff and lick...or be found on my knees in the showers with my face shoved up his fat fuckin' butt. Thanks a whole hellofa lot, you sick fucks!

"P.S.: By the way, we might be in town sometime in August. Would it be alright if we dropped by? And if so, should we go to the bathroom first, or save it? I think I want to lick Jerry's turd this time, and thought you might like to watch me. ?!! I'm gonna do it. I'm fuckin' damn well gonna do it!"

We wrote back saying they should spend a whole weekend ...and no, they shouldn't go to the bathroom for a couple of days. As an inducement, I added we planned on having an all-out piss party and knew a couple of sailors who love drinking marine piss!

One night in the bar we met a guy and in the course of the night we told him about our dirty little `straight' marine friends and what had happened. The guy turned out to be something of a Marine Freak and said he had such an obsession with them that any marine in uniform who dropped his pants and shoved his ass in his face would get licked, sucked, and have his whole turd eaten! ANY MARINE IN UNIFORM! ANY AGE, ANYWHERE ...HE'D GO RIGHT TO HIS KNEES AND EAT EVERY DIRTY SCRAP FROM THE GUY'S ASS THAT HE CAN SHIT INTO HIS MOUTH!

The guy doesn't normally lick assholes...and he wouldn't touch anyone else's crap with my hands. But bend a Marine over and something snaps. He'll gobble turds all night long!

We didn't mention him in our letter because we're not so sure we want to share with him. He might get too greedy. Course, all we'd have to do is get our marines to dribble some piss over those sailors' lips and they'll be glad to shit us a couple of salty fat ones!

Yeah, they'd have a great time. A swabbie in front drinking the hot piss from their cock while the guy in back is eating the shit out of their asshole! Yeh, they'll have their own fuckin' toilets right in the living room--eager to serve their thick dongs and chunky, hairy rumps. And if they got any pimples on their butts, that Marine Freak will gladly pop 'em with his teeth!

Hey, there you go. When they've shit all they have, we'll get Brian to administer enemas to 'em and watch the freak go wild! He'll drink it. I don't have a doubt in the world that he'll put his mouth over their assholes and let it shoot right down his shit-sucking throat! Yeah, he'd do a disgusting thing like that, the freak.

"Pssst! Hey, wake up you guys. Sarge is in the latrine again!"

"Y-yeah?"

"You mean like last time?"

"Oh, yes. Kneeling right by the pot and watchin' guys takin' a dump! He's sniffin' turds and licking everybody's ass clean. You gotta see all the shit on his nose, man. I don't know what he was drinking this time, but he's one fucked-up Marine! And tonight he's gonna get what he's been itching for."

"What's that, Lupin?"

"When I make it through that line of guys, I'm gonna shit in his mouth!"

"NO! He'll have your assss!"

"He sure will, from ear to ear! Why do you think he rides us so hard? To get us super pissed off. Don't you see? The man's egging us. He wants to suck a Marine turd real bad. Well, he's gonna suck on mine."

"We gotta see this!"

"Hurry, before the guys down at the end wake up. There's already about ten in there."

Just then a roar came from the latrine.

"AH! GODAMMIT I LOVE SMELLIN' TEENAGE TURDS!"

They rushed through the latrine doors. Some, like the Sarge, were buck naked. But skivies were dropping all over.

"Get to it, you wimps!" Sarge bellowed. "Teamwork. Takin' care of your buddies. Start sucking cocks! Hey, other end, Peterson...I'll take care of the assholes. Come on, somebody else squat over here and take a crap. I wanna taste more shit. Damn, I could lick dirty assholes all night!"

He saw a grinning Marine push through. He saw the smirk on his face. He saw his cock dangling as he walked. He studied the keester when he turned and bent over at his face.

"Well, something on your mind, Lupin?" He reached up and spread the cushy cheeks, burying his face between-- open-mouthed!

Lupin was made a Corporal the next day. But the Sarge went on the wagon...for a week. -------------------------------

The Seaman's Ditty

Flap that dick! Slap that dick!

Wave it all around.

Tease me with it, appease me with it,

I'll get on the ground.

Never let it ever be said

I would turn it down.

I threw my legs up, grabbed my knees

He screwed me 'midst my pleas.

I licked his cock and drank his cum

and then I sucked his ass.

He said I did it very well,

I got my weekend pass!

"You suck cocks that have just been up your ass, boy?"

"Yes sir."

"You always suck cocks that have just been up your ass, boy?"

"Yes sir."

"You enjoy sucking cocks that have just been up your ass, boy?'"

"Yes sir."

"You suck cocks that have just been up someone else's ass, boy?"

"Yes sir."

"You suck dirty, smelly cocks that have just been up an ass and have shit on them, boy?"

"Yes sir. Especially then, sir! I suck filthy cocks, cheesy cocks, cocks that are coming, and cocks that are pissing."

"You lick assholes, boy?"

"Oh, yes, sir! I lick assholes all the time. I lick pretty ones, big ones, hairy ones, stinky ones...assholes that have cocks fucking them...even assholes that are shitting!"

"You lick a man's asshole while he's taking a shit? You lick turds, boy?"

"I do whatever I'm ordered to do, sir. That's why I joined the Army, Major Calhoun!"

"Good. Then I think you'll enjoy this assignment, Private. Accompany me to Colonel Weath-erby's quarters."

"C-Colonel Weatherby, s-sir?"

"Yes. I'm going to fuck his big ugly asshole raw and let you clean my prick. You'll dig it, soldier. I always drag lots of slimy crud out of his slutty fuckhole. You like cleaning off 11" of fat, stinky meat, boy?"

"Yes, sir."

"Fine. My adjutant is discharging next month and I need a new one. His replacement must be no lower in rank than sergeant, but I have a plan that just might get you a quick promotion to Staff Sergeant."

"A...a plan, sir?"

"That's right, soldier--from the Colonel himself. When he gets a load of our little pre-fuck show, his balls are gonna overload."

"Pre-fuck show? Sir?"

"Yeah. Right in front of him you're gonna suck my ass while I take a shit in your mouth. He'll go crazy watching you suck my big turd. I know you said you lick them, but you don't mind taking it in your mouth and sucking my turd, do you, Private?"

"G-gosh, Major, no! That'd be real swell, sir!"

"Maybe. Just be prepared that he might decide to dump one of his raunchy tubes of shit for you, too. Could you handle that?"

"I'll have to, sir. If you officers order me to, I'll have to do whatever you ask. I...I do hope I won't be obliged to eat them, sir."

"Certainly not. I don't abuse my men, soldier. And I don't think the Colonel would go to such extremes, either."

"In that case, sir, I'll be thrilled to be under your command!"

"You realize being under my command means being under my ass most of the time?"

"That's why the Army's my life, sir!"

"One more thing. How's your asshole smell, Private?"

"Uh, I don't know, sir."

"Well, the Colonel likes to suck ass, too. Since he won't get mine this time, at least not in the condition he likes them, he'll want to suck yours. Perhaps we should stop off at the latrine so you can shit. Don't even bother wiping it. He'll enjoy that."

"Pre...present the Colonel with a shitty ass, sir?!!"

"That's an order, Private!"

"Say, what was that going on in the bedroom we just passed, Burt?"

"Oh, that? My brother-in-law Jake's staying with me since he and Ethel broke up. Once a month he hires a queer to lick out his asshole. Local whores won't do it, and he got addicted to it in the Coast Guard."

"Yeah? Thought it looked kinda faggy, but figured it might be a short-haired girl or something."

"Nope. That's a boy, alright. Hot little ass-sucker, too. Gave him a try myself a few times."

"You didn't!"

"Sure, Walt. Ain't queer if ya pay for it. Hell, he sucked our holes raw then blew our tops off!"

"Damn. Had a chick in San Diego lick my crack once. Felt really wild but she stopped when I accidentally farted. Couldn't get her to start up again, dammit."

"No trouble on that score. Jake likes sneaking him a big fart right when he's really going at it. Kid never misses a beat. Just sniffs that nasty gas and tongues faster!"

"Whew! Guess he's in the right line of work, hunh?"

"Found his niche, that's for sure. Say, you got 40 bucks?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Come on. I got 40. Let's strip down and go hop on the bed and get our shitholes cleaned out!"

"Gawd, Burt, I don't know..."

"Go take another peek."

That he wanted to do anyway. He walked back and stuck his head around the corner. Jake was naked, on the bed on all fours with his ass settled back on his ankles. A good-looking young man about 24 knelt on the floor behind him. He had his face crammed right up that huge hairy keester, and was noisily slurping on the big man's puckered anus while Jake pooched it out!

"Well? Wanna do it?"

"Man, that's hot! Hell, yes. He don't even hafta blow me. Sure as shittin' I'll probably come with his tongue up my tail!"

"I know exactly what you mean. Uh, I don't know if you'll go for this, but Jake and I sorta have a little deal going when we get a butt job together."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Well, it's always better to come while gettin' sucked instead of the ol' jerkoff, right? And it's hard to take his wild tonguing and still hold off. So we sorta...well, hell. Deal is, we do it for each other while the kid sucks hole!"

"Do it? Whadda you mean? Not...?!"

"Sure. Suck on it. What the hell. Just a favor, see? Kinda tit for tat, you might say, so we both get the most enjoyment."

"Unh huh. Enjoyment at coming...or sucking?"

"Aw, don't be so all-fired naive. Like you never traded handjobs or sucked a fella off onboard ship?"

"Fuck no! Are you kidding?"

"What the hell kinda navy is that? Shit, went on all the time in the Corps. Army, too. Always thought you swabbies were a buncha wimps!"

"Since when is not sucking cock being wimpy?"

"When you won't do it for a buddy. Suckin' off a fag would be queer, but not when it's a tradeoff like with Jake an' me."

"Well, maybe. Guess a fella's got a right to make his own rules about stuff like that. Don't think I could handle it, though."

"Okay, just a thought. Show you what a sport I am, I'll do it to you. Just to show you it ain't nothing to be afraid of. Then maybe next time..."

"Gosh, Burt. If you want to, I guess. Be pretty dumb to turn it down, right?"

"Right, pal. Now let's strip down and get in there before the kid's all worn out. Don't wanna have to rim you, too!"

"BURT??"

"Just kidding, you dumb ox, just kidding. Come on, getchur drawers down so I can see what I gotta contend with."

"Yeah, my balls are all fired up over this! Kinda weird, hunh?"

"Damn, Sam! I'll say your balls are fired up. So's your pecker. Maybe I oughta back out now while I still got some teeth. Length ain't got me scared, but that fuckin' prickhead of yours is a doozie! Looks like it could really ream a twat or ass something fierce!"

"Ass? Heh! Next you'll be sayin' we oughta send the kid home and trade off buggering each other!"

"Well, normally I'd say that's a bit too homo even for me. But now that I got a gander at the tight little rump of yours, I'm not so sure you haven't got a good idea there, buddy."

"If you start feelin' me up, I'm gettin' the fuck outta here!"

"Ha ha! Come on, let's go get our assholes sucked! Course, to be honest, it wouldn't be my first time. Had this lieutenant at Pendleton liked gettin' his ass reamed out. Musta had six of us pluggin' his butt on rotation. Shoulda been loose as a heifer's cunt, but that man could squeeze your prick with his asslips and fuckin' milk your bone dry!"

"You, um, aren't so..."

"What? Oh, junior here? Yeah. Pretty sassy prick, hunh? Gettin' second thoughts about that tradeoff? Chickenshit. Yeah, kinda like it myself, you know. Yessir, nice piece of meat muh Daddy gave me. I know it came from him cause he had one just like it. Now, get that smirk off your puss. Weren't nothing like that. Didn't ya ever see your old man's pecker by accident? Yeah, see? Bet he had one o' them fat knobs, too. Oh, okay. Yeah, kinda dumb standing here jawboning with these big boners when there's an ass-sucking fag in the other room. Let's go."

Jake twisted his head sideways when they walked in. His eyes were half-closed as he moaned in ecstasy.

"Well, look at this. Startin' to look like the barracks after three weeks with no passes. Slap your money down, boys, and get your tails in the air. Johnny Spoontongue's in fine form tonight! Ain't ya, kid? Think you can handle a couple more stinky buttholes to lick the shine off?"

"You know me, Jake. I can suck assholes all night! Hi, Burt. Oooh, who's your juicy-cocked friend with the pretty rump?"

"This is my buddy Walt. Walt, this is Johnny, the best ass sucker money can buy."

"Hop up, guys. But, hey, what's all the crap about money? You know Dad took me on as a partner. Ooops! Did I fuck up?"

"Damn. Figured you'd catch on, kid. No big deal. Actually, Walt, Johnny's from across the street. Everything else is true, except he's been coming over to lick my tail since he was 16. And when Jake moved in, he just doubled his pleasure. When fat ass here forgot to close the frigging door, I came up with a `hustler' cause I thought you'd handle it better that way. Sorry, buddy."

"Uh, screw it. Don't matter to me. He's eager enough. You still gonna blow me, Burt?"

"Aha!" Jake grinned. "Already talked him into a tradeoff, hunh?"

"Well, not exactly. He's like a little old lady when it comes to taking a prick in the mouth. So I said I'd give him a freebie this time to show him it's...well, honorable."

"Heh! That's sure decent of you, Burt," he chuckled. "How 'bout you clamp your `decent' lips around my dick? I'm leakin' all over and just about ready to juice. Then I'll suck your joint when you're ready."

"Sounds fine to me. Only hope you don't have a humungous load like last time. Thought that fuckin' hose would never stop squirtin' balljuice down muh throat! Oh, there is one other thing, Walt."

"What's that?"

"Kinda embarrassing, sorta, but it's only fair. See, I kinda get the kid off when we're done."

"Well, like you say, that's only fair. Heck, I could handle jacking Johnny off, I guess. Since he ain't getting paid and all."

"Walt, the kid sucks ass for a couple of hours. Doncha think he deserves more than a crummy handjob? I blow him, nitwit!"

"Oh. Um...in that case, back to the original plan!" he laughed.

Burt slid on his back under jake.

"Yeah, fuck. His cream tastes a damn sight sweeter than this ornery cock's vomit!" He took Jake's wet knob into his mouth and began nursing it.

"Ah! Alright, Johnny, DO YOUR STUFF! CHEW MY ASSHOLE RIGHT OFF!"

"Mmmm, you know I will, Jake. I love your grungy shithole! Mind if I take one little sniff of the new guy's first? Sort of a preview?"

"Fickle little bitch! Walt, bend your pretty little heinie in his face, willya? But don't let him get tangled up in your butthairs or I'll never get my can skewered out. Aw, what am I worried about. You like assholes best when they're ugly and raunchy like mine, anyway. Doncha, Johnny?"

"Damned right, Jake. Gimme a big hairy rubbery thing that stinks like yours, and I'm a goner. Just wanna see if he's moist and ripe since I licked your greasy crack clean long ago. Oooh, don't mind smooth cheeks like this once in a while either. Mind if I spread 'em, Walt? Jiminy! Watch out, fellas. Walt's cute rearend hides a monster inside. Pretty heady, too. Ummm, fuckin' pungent! Honey man, don't you go wiping that away before I get to it. I wanna lap all that spicy nectar from the top of your crack to the back of your big balls!"

"Jezzus, Johnny. You're making the poor guy blush to his toes!"

"Well, maybe I'll lick his toes, too! Okay, jarhead, push your slutty asslips way out--hemorrhoids and all--and let's get this dirty shithole washed out!" He attacked Jake's anus with a vengeance.

Walt stared at him, astonished a guy that young and handsome got off performing such a wicked, repulsive act. Still, his prick was saying get off your high horse as it stood out roaringly stiff. His asshole got into the act, too. It was twitching in anticipation of having the guy's tongue digging up inside him like that. He knelt to the side so he could watch Burt blowing his brother-in-law and still see Johnny's face working up Jake's chunky behind.

"Ah, Johnny. Sonofabitch, you're good! Eatin' my fuckin' rectum out! Dammit, you dirty little queer, you're making me want a prick up my ass like that one time! Play fair, fella. You already got us cocksucking you...and each other. Yeah, blow me, Burt! Suck my big cock, you dirty cocksucker! Get ready, he's driving that tongue up the back of my throat. I'm gonna blast your head off in a...AAIIIEEE!! CUMMMMIN'! AWW, S-SUCK MY ASSSSSHOOOLE!"

The sloshing noises Johnny was making was matched only by Burt's dick slurping and gulping as he took what must have been a huge load of jizz from Jake's throbbing cock. Walt couldn't believe his friend was able to blow a guy off that well. Like he'd had a lot more practice at it than he'd let on!?! Good, then maybe he'll be able to take all the cream he had stored up in his nuts.

Burt was laying across the bed wacking his dong and drinking cum. Walt casually reached up and cupped the guy's big nuts. Burt moaned and spread his legs. Startled a bit, Walt released them. But he bit his tongue and grabbed them again. Hell, he could make his own rules, too, couldn't he? He kinda liked the feel of another man's hairy balls in his hand. He rustled them around, staring at the huge prick Burt was flogging. Suck it? Naw. No. Nope. Nosiree, Abigail! A handjob, that'd be alright. Might be interesting, but no cocksucking. I can see why a fag would want to, though. You can, hunh? Sure. Studied my own fat knob at times and the juicy thing sure looked suckable! So does Burt's. Hafta get a gander when Jake sucks on it. Weird, seeing how unafraid these tough guys are putting cocks in their mouths. Heck, suppose it even might be easier than some of the smelly, rancid twats I've eaten out!

Jake climbed over Burt's head. "Whew!" He slammed onto his belly and collapsed. "That was great, Johnny."

"Shit, what about me?" Burt whined, fingering some jizz off his chin. "See? I get no appreciation...just a big wad of spunk!"

"Aw, quit grumbling," Jake muttered, "you'll get yours. I told you last time you already suck cock better than your sister ever did. How many medals you want?"

Burt eyed Walt who was eyeing Johnny who was eyeing Walt.

"You're next, buddy," Burt said, "unless Johnny needs a breather."

"Yeah, I do," the kid said. He took a big breath. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Ha! I think he wants your butt, fella." Burt winked at Walt. "I don't think his lips ever get tired if they're attached to an asshole!"

"Especially one so nice and ripe!" Johnny gushed, embarrassing Walt to no end. He'd forgotten how the boy had mooned over it earlier. "But my knees are getting sore. How if I lay down and you sit on my face?"

Walt's eyes popped. How lewd! His cock jerked.

"Hey, that'd be hot," Burt agreed. "But get on the bed so we can get a good look, okay?"

Johnny flopped onto the bed in anticipation. Walt akwardly straddled the kid, not sure how to position himself.

"No, dummy," Burt chuckled, "turn around the other way. Just squat over his face like you were gonna take a shit. Yeah, that's it. Just like you're gonna crap!"

Walt blushed beet red. "Gawd, this is..."

"I know. Looks nasty as all fuck, too. Pushes your butthole out that way. Gives him something to wrap his lips around so he can suck and suck. Damn. Look at it, Jake. Ya can see what he meant by a monster."

"Wow. He wasn't bullshittin'. That's a bigger asshole than mine!"

"Mmmm!" Johnny fondled the guy's buttocks and lifted his nose. "Smells better than yours, too! Hot damn. You just bring that beauty right down onto my lips, baby. I'm gonna suck you out til your eyes cross!" He pulled the smooth cheeks down, rubbed his nose all around it, moaning in heartfelt appreci- ation. After a few minutes, he began tickling it with his tongue, circling the whole greasy area before glueing his mouth over it and sucking while his tongue shot up inside.

"HOLY QUEERS ON A STICK!" Walt cried. "MAN, THAT FEELS GOOD! AW, SUCK MY ASSHOLE, JOHNNY! THAT'S FANTASTIC. SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT! HELL, I'LL BLOW YOU...FUCK YES, I'LL BLOW YOUR COCK FOR THIS SHIT!"

While Walt was moaning, Burt and Jake knelt on the floor taking in a close-up view of the proceedings just behind Johnny's head.

"That's some fine ass eating, ain't it, Jake? Johnny's something else."

"Damn straight, Burt. Kid makes it look good, don't he? My pal's got a bunghole like a little juicy cunt...and probably don't smell any worse, you know."

"Hmm. We gotta stop meeting like this or our lips are gonna be doing that!"

"Truth be told, Jake," Burt whispered, "I sucked Johnny's poochy little asshole last week. Little queer got me so damned hot I gave it a try. Not too fuckin' shabby, either. But don't tell..."

"You sucked Johnny's asshole, Burt?!" Jake cried out. "Damn!"

"Thanks, you shmuck! Remind me not to tell you any dirty little secrets any more."

"Don't worry on my account," Walt gushed. "Nothing can surprise me after this! Hell, you can suck mine, too, if you make me feel this incredible!"

"Just might do that, buddy. Some day when Johnny's not available. Right now," he got up and hurriedly went around, "lemme lick your pecker...since I promised to blow you. Best get a feel for it. I'm sure you're gonna blast a big muther load and I intend to suck it all down!" Then he grinned. "Heh. Playing with Johnny's cock, hunh? Don't make him come, man. I'm next, and I wanna watch you blowing him while he sucks my ass."

Walt loosened his grip, blushing sheepishly. "Uh..."

"That's okay. Nice cock, isn't it? Boy is your cock ever hard! Diggin' it, hunh? Yeah, hot stuff. Fuck 'em...four guys queerin' around...hotter'n normal sex any day. Wish I knew that when I was Johnny's age. Uh, how to get along when there's no cunt, that is." He chuckled, scooting between Walt's thighs.

Walt put his hand behind Burt's head and gently urged him forward.

"Sure, Burt. Lick it. Lick my cock. Show me how it's done. Easy. Yeah, just a little tongue. Show me the advantages of having a cocksucker for a buddy."

"Hold it, you guys," Jake interjected. "Turn around and do it. Think I'll do a little peter-lickin' myself. In fact, I think I'll lick Johnny's balls, too."

They did. Johnny sucked ass, probing Walt's interior with deep, luxurious tongue fuckings. Jake nursed Walt's knob tenderly while playing with his balls.

After a short time, some movement caused Walt to turn his head and look over his shoulder.

"Oh, this is gettin' strange. Your brother-in-law's licking Johnny's buttcrack." He steadied himself and reached back to grab Johnny under the knees and lifted. "No sense putzing around now. Get in and suck his ass. That's what you wanna do."

"I sure do!" Jake replied. "Pretty little thing." He shot his tongue straight up Johnny's hole and wiggled it around.

Walt glanced back again, seeing Jake's face mashed under Johnny's balls, his mouth tight to the kid's netherhole. He must have been doing a good job, because Johnny started tearing at Walt's asslips.

"AHH! KRIST! BLOW ME, BURT. I'M GONNA COME. SUCK! SUCK! AW, HOLY FUUUCK!"

Burt gulped and gulped the thunderous explosion. He swallowed down every burst of Walt's powerful ejaculation.

Johnny was in heaven. Not only was he being rimmed by an enthusiastic first-timer, Walt's orgasm made his asshole twitch and open up. He drove his tongue in and out of the sloppy hole deeper than ever. Johnny never gave a polite rimjob. Johnny was an avid sucker of assholes and he liked the taste inside them! Johnny licked shit out of assholes. Military assholes. Even ex- military assholes. Ever since he first rimmed his older cousin --a stud Buck Private home from boot camp.

Burt wiped his mouth. "Tasty load, buddy. Now let me hop up there and get tongued out. Ready to join our little cocksuckers club? You'll like it, I promise."

Although he'd just come, Walt didn't hesitate. Once Burt was settled back onto Johnny's mouth he took the kid's prick into his mouth and sucked it. Burt held his balls up so he could see Johnny's tongue working in and out of his hairy asshole.

It didn't take very long. Both Burt and Johnny were quite worked up by then.

"Ah, close your eyes, pal. Suck him off! Close your eyes cause I'm gonna cum!"

Burt knew by the kid's frantic tongue that Johnny was about to shoot. Simultaneously, he grabbed his own prick and squirted a hefty load all over Walt's face as he was taking the kid's hot load with only minor gagging.

Resting, still breathing heavily, Walt grinned and wiped his face.

"If that was considered sweet cream," he scowled in mock disgust, "you guys must spit out some really sour stuff. But..." he winked at Johnny, "sucking it was pretty good duty!"

"Sorry about that, Walt," Johnny laughed. "I'm not used to getting head. Next time I'll eat a lot of celery and lay off the beer. That's when cum's really good drinking."

"Listen, this has been fun but...uh..." he stammered, then stopped. "Well, guess it wouldn't hurt to give that a try, would it? Maybe we all oughta eat a lot of celery, hunh?" His eyes twinkled.

"Fine with me," Johnny said. "How about Tuesday? But let's not get too carried away. No sugar-coating the other ends. I like buttholes sour and saucy. Don't make me go hanging around the docks for it. I might get scurvy!"

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