We slept in that Saturday morning. That's technically inaccurate. We didn't
get out of bed until late. I awoke before Eric, or at least he was sleeping
when I opened my eyes for the first time that bright morning; I suppose it's
possible that he had already been awake and gone back to sleep as I would do
a couple time before the morning was over. He looked so angelic lying there.
I know that sounds trite, but he really did! The truth is that Eric always
looked pretty angelic most of the time, even when he wasn't sleeping. He had
his mischievous moments when he was feeling frisky and some would say "full
of the devil"; and I guess it wouldn't be right to say that he looked
"angelic" while in the throes of passion when one of those tremendous
climaxes was approaching or quickly overtook him (although that always
seemed like heaven to me). That seems so incongruous, even to me at times,
when I try to reconcile the fact that my sweet angel was in fact a sexy sailor
. This was my second Saturday in a row waking up next to Eric,
and I knew right then and there that if I was lucky enough to wake up next
to him every Saturday morning, and every other morning, for the rest of my
life, I'd never grow tired of doing so. That first time I opened my eyes and
smiled at the sleeping teen sprawled next to me, I didn't touch him at all.
Unlike most of the times that we'd woken up that past week, our arms and
legs were not intertwined and our bodies weren't connected or touching at
all. Part of the reason I didn't reach out and touch Eric, was because it
was the first time since that past Sunday that he'd had the opportunity to
sleep in, and I didn't want to risk waking him until he woke quite
naturally, on his own. I had no doubt that he'd have been perfectly happy to
wake up in the middle of another blow job, but that could wait. We had the
whole day ahead of us, in fact we had the whole weekend, and there was just
no reason to rush in and risk disturbing Eric until I saw him open those big
brown eyes and smile at me. The other reason that I refrained from touching
him was that I was so caught up in his beauty and felt so warm, and so
completely happy, and so deeply in Love as I just watched him lying there!
When you Love someone; I mean truly Love them, I'm not sure if you ever
really Love them more at some times than you do at others. I would imagine
that we might feel that love more keenly at times, but that's not to say
that we ever really Love them more or less. There hadn't been a moment
during the past week that I didn't Love Eric, nor was there a waking moment
that I wasn't very much aware of the Love that I felt for him. I don't know
if it would be accurate or fair to say that I Loved him more when I'd take
the time to just lie there next to him watching him sleep peacefully. It
might not even be correct to say that I felt more Love for him during
moments like that. Maybe what I'm trying to relate is the fact that during
those quiet times, I had nothing else to do but contemplate the staggering
depth of my Love for my lovable leatherneck.
I don't know how long I laid there just watching my Baby sleep, but I'd
obviously drifted off. That cost me the opportunity to witness that
wonderful moment when he'd open his eyes and smile, catching me watching him
sleep. The next time I sleepily opened my eyes, Eric was fully awake. I had
no way of knowing how long he'd lay there watching me sleep, and I couldn't
help but wonder if he felt the same way that I did watching him. That would
be such a comforting thought. I don't know if we'd become accidentally
entangled in our sleep before Jody woke up or if he'd made a conscious move
to initiate contact, but when I snapped out of my slumber, Jody had one leg
thrown over mine with his crotch pressed into my hip and his head was
resting on my shoulder. We shared a silent kiss; the best way to say "Good
Morning". It wasn't one of those steamy, sexy kisses; there wasn't any
swapping of spit or dueling tongues. I won't ever say that it wasn't a
passionate kiss. I don't believe it was possible for me to kiss Eric without
passion being involved. As if we were both on the same wavelength, we shared
that simple and quick kiss and without saying a word, we just laid hands on
one another. Neither of us grabbed for cock, balls or ass. We didn't zero in
on any known erogenous zones. We just lightly stroked the skin of a pec, a
shoulder, abs, or a leg. At times, the smiles would fade as we'd become lost
in thought and deep emotion, but once we came out of a trance-like state and
established eye contact, the beaming smiles would return. After a while, we
scrunched up closer together and just let both hands hold onto or rest upon
one another, allowing our bodies to hug more tightly without the aid of our
grasping arms. That's how we both fell asleep yet again.
The next time I woke and opened my eyes, Eric appeared to still be sleeping.
I ran my hand up and down his arm, lightly, and it wasn't long before he
rolled over to face me took me into his arms. For the first time all
morning, it may have actually been slightly after noon by then, we finally
spoke, exchanging good mornings. We propped ourselves up in bed and used the
remote to turn on the TV. Don't ask me what we found to watch, but I
distinctly remember that we spent about a half hour or so just holding each
other and watching TV. It had been such an idyllic morning that neither of
us was terribly anxious to crawl out of bed. Finally, hunger started to get
the better of us. A call to room service revealed that they were no longer
serving breakfast. We discussed our options and although neither of us
really wanted to get out of bed and get dressed, we were both hungry for
breakfast. Believe it or not, we nearly decided to settle for lunch just so
we could order something from room service sent up just so that we could
spend the rest of the day, or at least another big chunk of it, in bed.
Finally, we reluctantly drug ourselves out of bed. Although we jumped in the
shower together, we did nothing more than help scrub each other clean - no
sex. Well, maybe we did spend a little more time than absolutely necessary
soaping up and we definitely spent a considerable amount of time just
pressing our bodies together; but we were content to be affectionate and
revel in each others company without any blatant sexual activity.
One of the other hotels that was located near us had one of those chain
restaurants associated with it that offers breakfast 24 hours a day, so we
made that our first stop. A straight shot east on the road that our hotel
was located on took us right into downtown Beaufort. After driving for a
while, just checking out the town, we found a place to park the car and we
continued with a walking tour of the city. We parked on the eastern side of
town, close to the University that was located there, surmising that a
college campus might be the farthest thing we could find from the almost
stifling military presence in this rather small Southern city. Other than a
Saturday trip to the big University in my home state where we met a friend
at a dormitory to pick up the tickets he'd gotten for us to attend my first
major college football game before I enlisted in the Navy, I'd never really
spent any time on a college campus before. Things were much more relaxed
back in those days than they probably are today, and Jody and I were able to
actually go inside some of the larger, more public buildings on campus and
look around. In one of those, I felt nature calling and found a men's room
that was located in a kind of out of the way part of the building. While in
there, I spent a little time reading the graffiti that covered the walls of
the stall; college kids weren't terribly different than Sailors when it came
to the stuff they scribbled and scratched on shit house walls. There was
also a glory hole located between the stall I occupied and the one to my
right. Further investigation after I'd finished my business revealed that
this was the only glory hole present. There hadn't been anyone in the stall
next to mine, in fact, there was no one in the head at all during the time I
had been in there.
Finding Eric, I asked him if he'd ever had sex through a glory hole. I was
kinda surprised to discover by the confused look on his face that he wasn't
even sure what a glory hole was - he was so cute! BINGO! I pointed him in
the direction of the head and told him to take a seat in the stall I had
recently occupied. A couple minutes later I discreetly followed him and
rather than joining him, took up position in the adjoining stall that shared
the aforementioned glory hole. After quickly peeking through the hole to
make sure that Eric was where he was supposed to be, I began rubbing my
finger along the bottom of the hole.
"What are you doing?" he finally asked.
I explained a little about glory hole etiquette to my naive sailor. Eric
nervously fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. He was wearing the clothes
I had bought for him the previous weekend and was not used to all those
buttons on the fly of the 501 jeans. The thought of what we were about to do
obviously had my buddy very excited whether it was the excitement of
sticking his cock through a glory hole for the very first time, or the
thought of having sex in a public place. His cock was pretty close to fully
hard as he stuck it through the partition.
Eric's cock was leaking pre cum already and he coated my lips as I took him
into my mouth. I rolled back his foreskin and worked over his glans really
good. Eric started withdrawing his cock, using the stall partition to hold
me at bay as he pulled almost entirely out of my mouth before plunging
forward again. His technique as fantastic. If it wasn't for the fact that
this new experience had him hotter than a just fired pistol, I might have
suspected that this really wasn't the first time he'd had his cock sucked
through a glory hole; well, that and the fact that I knew he'd never lie to
me! Jody wasted no time as he was slamming his hips into the wall, fucking
that hole and my hot mouth that waited for his cock on the other side. He
was cursing and grunting as he'd withdraw his cock entirely through the hole
and then slam it back through, impaling me with his steely cock.
Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing startled us.
Eric froze. I immediately felt relieved when I saw the pair of raggedy
tennis shoes our intruder was wearing. It wasn't a cop or campus security.
The visitor turned and left, even though there were open stalls that he
could have used. I had 2 thoughts about his hasty exit. On the positive
side, he was a college student who knew this men's room well, and he was
looking to take a spot in one of the two stalls Eric and I occupied; the
only two stalls sharing a glory hole. The more negative scenario had him
being spooked by what he realized was going on and he'd gone for help. I was
debating pulling the plug on our little adventure, just to play it safe,
when I noticed those shoes again, standing just outside the door of my
stall. I'd fallen for an old trick. The guy had never left the rest room;
he'd just opened the door and let it close to make us think that we were
along to see what would happen. We had ourselves a voyeur, and I knew that
we were safe.
I rubbed my finger on the lower rim of the glory hole again to signal Jody
that everything was alright. Instead of putting his cock back through, he
put his face up to the hole and asked what was going on. I whispered to him
that it was OK; that we just had someone, probably a student who wanted to
watch. I told Eric that we could continue if he didn't mind having an
audience, or we could simply leave if he was shy. He almost poked my eye out
shoving his cock back through that hole so quickly. I think my little
sailor had a little exhibitionist streak in him. Eric went right back to
feeding me his cock in the same manner that he'd been doing before we were
so rudely interrupted. The whole scene, having sex in a public place;
getting his dick sucked through a glory hole for the first time, and being
watched by a mysterious stranger seemed to really work for Jody. There was
certainly nothing else special or different about how I was sucking his
dick. I couldn't begin to use any of the erogenous zones I had discovered
that really set the boy off, yet he was on a course to bust a nut in far
less time than it usually took for him to slowly reach his climax. Eric
continued hammering the wall with his hips as he swung his hips back and
forth so that his cock would not only leave my mouth completely but withdraw
to the safety of his own stall before he'd drive it forcefully back down my
throat. Even though I couldn't see his balls to look for one of my favorite
warning signs of his impending climax, I could tell that his cock had
swelled to the bursting point, and Jody gave me an extra little clue that I
should stand by to receive incoming rounds. He was on his toes, gripping the
top of the partition as he slammed repeatedly into the wall. With one final,
hard thrust, Eric froze with his cock stuffed down my throat. I felt his
dickhead swell and detected that familiar recoil that same just a split
second before he started firing his hot load. Jody hung from the top of the
wall, his feet barely touching the floor, and his body plastered flat
against the opposite side of the wall that separated us. He remained
unmoving as his dick spurted round after round down my throat that was
working overtime to milk his balls of every drop he could spare. As he
finished cumming, I heard the hurried footsteps of our retreating voyeur and
then the slamming of the door. I wiped the overflow from my chin, but left
the stream that was dripping down my side of the partition to slowly slide
toward the bottom of the wall, and I stepped out of the stall. No tricks
this time, our visitor had really left us. I allowed Eric time to put his
equipment away and signalled that it was clear for him to cum out.
Eric was exuberant as he told me how awesome that had been. I assured him
that I had enjoyed it too. We stepped to the wash basins to clean up before
leaving the head, but just before we finished, the door swung open and a
young man who appeared to be a student walked through the door. I
instinctively looked down at his feet. There was no mistaking the fact that
those were the same raggedy tennis shoes I'd seen under the door to my stall
earlier. Our voyeur had returned! Ericprobably didn't realize it was him,
and he looked pretty nervous and guilty. The kid was definitely checking us
out. He apparently had his eye on Eric. I can't say that I blamed him. If I
had my choice between the two of us, I'd choose Jody every time myself! I
almost had to laugh out loud. This kid wasn't the least bit subtle, although
I got the impression he thought he was. As for Eric, he had no clue that he
was being cruised heavily. My guess was that cruising was a new word and
concept that I would have to explain to him later.
Our voyeur friend never took his eyes off Eric and tried giving him a little
gesture with his head to indicate that he wanted him in the stall he'd just
occupied. I don't think Eric even looked at the guy. I quickly explained the
situation, whispering in Eric's ear that we could leave, or if he was
interested, he could go back into the stall and do whatever he wanted with
our friend. Eric tried to convince me that we should leave, but I could see
in his eyes that he was interested. I think he was afraid that I'd be
jealous; maybe even hurry if he wanted to get it on with someone else. I
told him that we could leave if that's what he really wanted, but assured
him that I was perfectly fine with the idea if he wanted to go back into the
stall and see what developed. There was a momentary look of doubt and
hesitation before Eric grinned and told me, "I'll go back in that stall . .
. but only if you go in there with me".
"I thought you'd never ask", I replied.
Our college boy was cute. I think that would be the most accurate and fair
way to describe him. My guess is that he was a Freshman, possibly a
Sophomore. He was approximately my height; about 5 foot, 10 or 11 inches
tall. He appeared to have a pretty nice body, but if I had to chose one of
two extremes for this kid, jock or nerd; he was probably more likely a nerd,
albeit a very cute nerd. He was blond. I hadn't gotten a good enough look at
him to tell what color his eyes were, but he had nice facial features. He
was good looking. Yeah . . . I'd say "cute" and "good looking" both suited
him well. Referring to him as "hot" or "a stud" might have been just a
little over the top, but there is definitely nothing wrong with "cute" and
"good looking" even though he did look more bookish than athletic.
I squeezed into the stall behind Eric. As soon as he heard the door close
behind us, our voyeur started signalling that he wanted Eric's cock stuck
through the hole. Jody turned and looked at me. "I just came and I'm not
sure I'm ready to go again this soon", he whispered through the hole.
"Pleeeease", came the reply from the next stall.
"Give it a shot . . . unless you don't want to", I urged. "What's he going
to do if you're not ready to go again yet?"
Eric dropped trou and stuck his cock back through that glory hole. He stood
there letting the newcomer suck on his dick. I tried to help, rubbing my
crotch against his ass and grabbing his butt cheeks in both hands as I stood
right behind him and kissed and sucked at his neck.
"I'm hard, but I don't think I'm going to be able to cum again for him",
Eric whispered to me, sounding a little disappointed.
"That's OK, Baby", I assured him, "you gave him a taste of what he wanted .
. . it's not like he doesn't know that you just finished getting off. Do you
want to leave, or is there something else you'd like to try?" I asked.
Eric turned and looked at me over his shoulder, as if he was looking for
permission.
"You want to suck his cock? Go for it", I pushed.
"I'd rather suck you", he apologized, but I did want to try doing it through
the glory hole to see what it's like".
"Hey, Kiddo . . . if you don't think you want to do this guy, let's get out
of here; but if you want to take a swing on his cock to see what glory hole
sucking is like, what's topping you?"
"You really don't mind?" he asked sheepishly.
"Hey Eric", I said, "if you were falling in Love with this guy I'd be
jealous as hell. I wouldn't want to see you hugging and kissing or anything
like that, but if you want to suck his dick, whether is to get a different
perspective on sucking some other dick, or if it's just because you want to
get the full glory hole experience, I'm OK with it. I Love you, and I know
you Love me."
Eric answered me with a quick kiss and a big smile.
He signalled again for the kid in the next stall to stick his cock through
the hole. A few seconds later, his cock appeared. Looking over Eric's
shoulder, I was able to get a pretty good look at it. It wasn't anything to
write home about. I mean the kid was not some porn star in waiting - at
least not your typical TOP. I'm no size queen and apparently neither is
Eric, or he wouldn't have the hots for me. Blondie was close to an inch
shorter than me (I'm exactly six inches and pretty thick). His dick was
considerably less thick than mine. He wasn't going to present a serious
challenge to Eric being able to handle him for his first glory hole suck,
but it was a nice, cut cock.
Eric gobbled up that college cock. He had to bend over in order to take the
kid's cock into his mouth, and that allowed me to continue playing with his
bare butt. I suppose I was lucky he didn't squat down in order to bring his
mouth to the level of the glory hole instead of bending over as he did.
Maybe that was no accident. After a while, I was the one who settled into a
squatting position, right behind Eric. That had my back flat against the
opposite wall in that crowded stall as I buried my face in my Baby's sweaty
ass crack. This was NOT one of those "angelic" moments for Eric as he was
slurping on some strange college boy's cock that was stuffed through a men's
room glory hole while I munched on his hot ass. I was afraid that I was
responsible for turning my angel into a real slut. I tried to pull Jody's
cock back between his legs so that I could suck it from my position behind
him. That always looks so hot in the videos when you see a studs cock pulled
back between his own legs and sucked from behind as another sexy guy is
rimming him. Unfortunately, there was no way that was ever going to happen -
not during this little scene anyway. Eric was much too turned on by the
scene we were living out for real and his cock was much too hard for me to
get it anywhere near that position so that I could suck on it. When Eric had
a hard on, the angle of his dangle was sometimes parallel to the floor (when
standing), and at other times, it would be pointing more upward, toward his
face as it bobbed up and down. I was able to pull his hard dick down a
little as he slurped at his college boy cock, but there was no way in hell I
was ever going to get it bent down and back between his legs for me to suck
on without breaking it off. So, I had to be content to just rim his butt for
all I was worth, and that was fine. Jody seemed to be happy as a lark with
things just the way they were Our little blond appeared to be much more
restrained than Jody had been when I was sucking him off through that same
hole. I didn't have a good view of anything more than Eric's butt which was
right in my face (and I'm not complaining) but I didn't hear much moaning
and groaning from the kid and he didn't appear to be slamming his body
against the partition the way Eric had been doing. Apparently our voyeur was
one who was content to just stand there and shove his cock through the glory
hole to be sucked without much movement on his part. Having been on the
receiving end of some of Eric's blow jobs (although not through a hole in
some wall) and knowing that there was nothing about this kid's cock that
would limit Eric in any way, I knew his toes had to be curling from the way
my sexy flashlight guy was making his cock feel, whether he was giving away those
feelings of pleasure with his movements or sounds he might have made or not.
It didn't take more than about 7 or 8 minutes for Eric to bring Blondie off.
I'm not sure what kind of warning sign(s) Jody picked up on that signaled
the kid was about to blow, but he sat up and seated himself on the toilet
and started to manually manipulate the boy's cock, which pretty much put me
in purely a spectator mode. Eric only gave that cock a couple strokes with
his fist before that college cum started oozing out of the slit. There
couldn't have been a much greater contrast between Blondie's climax and one
of Eric's much more spectacular ejaculations, but variety is, as they say,
the spice of life. Our Voyeur may have had a pretty little cock that was no
more than average at best in size, but he must have had a pretty nice set of
balls on him. Although his cum did not shoot with much force at all and he
definitely did not shoot for any distance at all, the kid more than held up
his end when it came to the volume of cum that oozed out of the end of his
dick. After Eric had pulled off that cock and gave it a few quick tugs to
get things flowing, he'd removed his hand as we both just sat there watching
our little, blond cutie ooze out a very respectable load of creamy jizz
which flowed out of the head of his jerking cock and ran down the underside
of his shaft before it dripped and rolled down the wall of our stall. When
his dick finally stopped leaking cum, the kids cock was a slimy mess. I
reached out and took his softening dick between my thumb and my first two
fingers and sort of squeegeed most of the cum that was clinging to the
underside of his cock and wiped my hand on the wall. The kid beat such a
hasty retreat once he'd shot his load and pulled his cock back through the
hole in the wall, that he must have had to zip up on the fly as he was
heading for the door and out of the head.
Eric was pitching quite a tent in his skivvies, and it really wasn't much
less obvious after he got his jeans pulled up. We'd have surely captured the
attention of any Gay men in the building as we exited, and come to think of
it, my hot flashlight-stud packing that rod would have gathered as much
attention from any college aged young ladies who got a look at his condition
as well.We'd walked a bit before we had found and entered that particular
building, so we had a few blocks to walk before we got back to the car. Eric
was so fucking horny. Any doubts he might have had about whether he could
have cum again if he's continue to let Blondie suck his cock had long since
been dispelled. By the time we got back to the car, we considered the
possibility of me going down on Eric right there in the car. He was feeling
the need to nut pretty bad. There was too much foot traffic as well as cars
driving past to consider me blowing him there in the parked car. Obviously,
there was no way I could suck his cock while driving - totally impractical.
I'd considered letting Eric drive back to the hotel so that I could blow him
while he was driving, but that wasn't something I seriously considered for
very long. There wasn't much I'd have considered a "disadvantage" about the
way either of the Pack twins came with such force and enthusiasm, but I'd
have to say that the intensity of their orgasms made them particularly bad
risks for receiving head while driving a moving vehicle. I know it's a
pretty risky idea in general, but if Eric could be expected to have a climax
more like what we'd just seen from Blondie (not knocking his climax - just
pointing out the massive contrast between the two styles), I might have
taken the risk of blowing him on the way as he drove us back to our hotel.
It wasn't that Eric was totally incapable of restraining his climax to a
point and not going off like a bomb every time he ejaculated, but I'd have
to say that even one of his more "muted" climaxes (like when Corey was
sleeping in the next room) were a bit more noisy and involved more movement
than what Blondie had just shown us in the next stall. NO . . . letting Eric
drive while being fellated would be much too dangerous!
Eric laid the seat back a little on his side and as I drove, I'd reach over
to rub and stroke him through his jeans, keeping him rather severely on
edge. At one point, when I reached over to place my hand in his crotch, Eric
roughly grabbed my hand in his. I thought he was going to push my hand away
because he was much too sensitive and did NOT want to blow his wad in his
pants rather than wait until I could service him properly, but he actually
forced my hand into his crotch and guided me to rub his cock even harder
than I'd been doing on my own. He was moaning like crazy and rolling his
head from side to side before he finally removed my hand, indicating that he
couldn't take much more without blowing his load for the time being. I was
shocked when Eric told me to keep going as we approached the entrance to our
hotel parking lot. He told me he had a better idea. I couldn't believe that
he wanted to go any further than we absolutely had to before I could help
bring him the relief he craved. As we passed the other hotels and started
making the big turn where the road bent to the right, I suspected that we
were headed for the His flash light place.
Looking back on that moment now, it was probably madness on our part to even
enter the base. We weren't able to drive onto the installation (we'd learned
earlier in the week that Eric would have never been able to drive himself to
and from work as we'd briefly considered, because there was a problem
registering the car for a temporary sticker to get it on base because it was
not registered to either of us, as we learned one day during the week when
we tried to get a pass to drive on base so that Eric could show me around
his work space). Our inability to drive through the gate meant that we'd
have to walk past the sentry and show our ID. The tent that Eric had been
pitching when we left that college men's room was, if anything, even more
spectacular than it had been and I wasn't sure what kind of reaction that
might get from the security personnel at the front gate. Fortunately, we
passed without incident.
As I fully expected, we were heading to the building where Eric worked. He'd
wanted me to see his work place before I left anyway, and we'd had that one
aborted attempt one evening during the week when we couldn't get the car
approved to drive on. Now Eric had the crazy but exciting idea that we could
take a look at where he worked and continue his new Jones for sex in a
public place where there was some risk of being caught involved. I
considered the idea of having sex anywhere in his buisness as pretty damn risky, but
I probably should have considered it a lot more risky than I did. Eric
assured me that it was only about a 3 block walk from the gate.
As we approached Eric's shop, we circled the building to make sure that no
cars were parked in any of the designated places, indicating that someone
was working inside. Most offices or shops on a military base are manned 7
days a week, and quite a few are even manned 24 hours a day. Back home Corey
and I had weekends off most of the time, and our little office was closed on
Saturday and Sunday as well as evenings because of the somewhat unusual
nature of our classification and deployable status. For the rest of our
command, which was about 75% of the personnel assigned, the spaces were
manned 24/7, including major holidays, like Christmas or Thanksgiving. For
units such as those, only those higher ranking officers, senior enlisted and
civilians were lucky enough to get all of their weekends off. Eric was
extremely lucky to be working in a shop that closed evenings and weekends so
that even such a flash light salesman as he could have his weekends off on a
regular basis.
Having completely circled the building to make sure there were no cars
parked outside and ascertain that there were no lights on inside the
building, Eric used his key to gain entry. I suspected that any other time
he would have proudly given me the grand tour, showing off his work space
and explaining what he did and how he did it. But my guy was seriously horny
and Shown and Tell was just going to have to wait. Surprisingly, I wasn't
raped as soon as we passed through that first door. We'd actually passed
through a couple rooms before Jody turned and wrapped his legs around my
waist as he started kissing me.
"Oh my God, Willie . . . I have to come so bad. Make me cum . . . please
make me cum!" he pleaded.
I almost laughed, but I don't think Eric would have liked that very much; he
was totally serious. He reminded me a little bit of a young boy who had to
pee so bad but someone was using the bathroom and he had to wait. In
addition to finding the situation funny, I thought it was kinda cute. I
found myself almost feeling sorry for Eric. More than anything though, I
thought the situation was really HOT and I was excited about Eric's urgent
need to come and I was eager if not driven to help make him cum.
There were no preliminaries. I knew without a doubt that Eric didn't want
any - wasn't in the mood for any; and if I knew what was good for me, I
wouldn't make him endure any. This was not the time for slow love making,
foreplay or delays of any kind.If I'd have dared to even consider teasing
him or playing any kind of edging games with me, We didn't even waste
time getting Ericundressed, and I damn sure didn't take my time unbuttoning each of the
buttons on the front of his new 501 jeans individually. I got the top button
undone and I just yanked until the other buttons popped open in sequence. I
hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and yanked them down off his
ass, leaving them around his thighs. There wasn't even a thought of some
opening move I might have used as a prelude to sucking my Baby's cock. I
just yanked his briefs down far enough to expose his cock, making it spring
upward and slap hard against his flat hard abs with a loud "THWACK". Putting
all preliminaries aside and ignoring the fact that he was uncut and had that
beautiful foreskin that practically begged to be teased, played with, or at
least drawn back to fully expose the glans, I simply swallowed his cock and
started sucking as if we'd been going at it already for 25 or 30 minutes,
trying to milk him of a hot load that I'd been working hard to earn. I have
to say that I was surprised when I wasn't met with an almost immediate
climax. Jody seemed to be that close to the brink of orgasm ever since we
left that college men's room. He grabbed around the back of my head and in
almost perfect unison, he was driving his cock in and out of my mouth and
down my throat as much as I was forcing my cock up and down his rigid shaft.
A full minute went buy . . . then two. Eric continued pummeling my mouth,
still not cumming. I noticed that his hands occupied a different position on
the back of my head, whether there was any significance to that or not, I'm
not sure. Normally, when Eric would face fuck me, he'd put his hands near my
ears on either side of my head or sometimes around the back of my head a
little more but at that height. He'd also held the back of my neck at least
once and drove his cock in and out of me that way, but on this occasion, his
hands were somewhere in between; not on my neck but down around the base of
my skull instead of up higher where they'd normally be. I think we were in a
slightly different position relative to each other and it's possible that
his urgent need had something to do with this whole altered technique.
Rather than me being on the same level as Eric's cock and him helping to
guide me almost straight forward and back as he pistoned his cock down my
throat; I was sitting a little lower, back on my haunches more, and Eric was
gaining more leverage by fucking downward as he raped my mouth (similar to
what he did when he lay on the bed and had me straddle his face as I drove
my cock in and out of him on a recent blow job I enjoyed very much. The new
hand position seemed to be giving him that extra leverage he needed to
really power fuck my face and his hands were actually pulling my mouth up
and down as much as forward and back as we continued working in tandem. I
reached around behind Eric and grabbed a hard muscled ass cheek in each hand
and we were both seeking the most power we could achieve in driving his cock
in and out of my throat. That blow job was more akin to an animalistic power
FUCK where a man gives in to his primal instincts and uses another man's ass
to satisfy his purely carnal desires; only I was as much an active
participant in that almost savage attack as Eric was. I seemed to match his
urgent NEED to cum with a desire to bring him off that showed an equal
fervor. I have to admit that I kinda lost track of time a little bit, but I
know I'd been sucking his cock for over 5 minutes, and maybe a lot more,
without that big eruption that we'd both anticipated being very quick. Hell,
I know a lot of guys who'd have been proud to have lasted as long as Eric
had been pounding away without spilling his precious seed down my throat.
Surprisingly, it had been a pretty silent blow job except for the slurping
sounds of my lips riding his swollen shaft, but Eric was starting to make
the guttural sounds that I was accustomed to hearing from him during sex.
His balls were sitting high on either side of his dick shaft, but they'd
been there almost from the very beginning. Now, they had started doing that
seductive little dance that I loved; signalling that we were getting
close.The intensity of Eric's moans, groans, and grunts was continually
escalating. I almost choked as I felt his big cock head swell and cut off
the air supply as it lodged tight deep in my throat and Eric was suddenly
swept away on wave after wave as the Tsunami overtook him and his cum
started crashing down my throat I could barely hear the sounds that Eric was
making as he came violently because I could hear the sound of my own heart
beating wildly as the blood coursed through my veins and created a rushing
sound in my ears that partially blocked the sound of his voice.
A split second after Eric had started flooding my throat with his river of
jizz, I saw it! At first it was just the sudden movement that I detected. It
was at the door that led into the next room. Suddenly my eyes focused and
there stood a Marine in uniform, peering cautiously around the corner and
through the door. There were no lights on in the building but it was still
early enough that there was some natural light filtering into the room from
the windows on the side of the building that faced the setting sun. When my
eyes focused enough to see that Marines eyes and know for sure that he'd
spotted the source of all the commotion and had fixed his eyes squarely upon
us, I knew with a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach that he could
see us as surely as I could see him.
