“What girl?” the man in Thompson’s uniform asked him.
“The girl he was busy with.” Hardwick closed the door on his friend...give him a few more minutes before rousting him. No real harm done, who wants to steal onto an Army base? Well, people would, but a guy and a girl out for a good time, a few too many drinks...an MP had to had a sense of proportion about executing his duty, no matter what the regs said.
“There was no girl.” the man said to him.
“Now listen to me, Private, uh....”
“Hondo, just call me Hondo.” the man grinned. “Though in a little bit, you’re going to call me wonderful.”
“What did you do with the girl? Where is she?” Thompson was straight, he was sure of that, from all the girls he’d talked about, and how. Thoroughly straight. “Don’t ask, don’t tell” be damned, he knew where Thompson got his jollies.
“There is no she.” the man smirked. “Just me. Your turn now. Wasn’t that what you were thinking, from the size of that bulge in your pants?”
“Shi...it!” breathed Hardwick. His rifle felt cold and hard in his hands. It was like this guy was giving off...raw sexual energy. He had never felt this way before. He’d never wanted anything more in his life, than to just drop to his knees and suck on that long, hard cock that was promising to lie within those fatigues.
As if the thought brought the action, this Hondo guy reached down and began unfastening his pants’ fly.
“Hardwick, report!” came the icy rasp at his waist.
Hardwick lifted the phone to his lips and said, his lips moving like two chunks of carved wood, “Hardwick here. Everything is all right, but I’d better stay at this post until shift change.”
A pause. “Affirmative.” They would let him cover for Thompson, they thought. But they were covering for him.
“Smooth move, soldier.” Hondo said. “Ready for your reward?”
Post Four was the only entrance on this side of the rectangular base. Off the beaten track, less a true entrance than a place where it was possible to enter or leave base; Thompson had been posted here because it was the least active entrance. They were safe until shift change, probably longer.
He watched as Hondo brought out that length of white-boy meat. Damn, it was nearly the same size as his! White boys usually had such puny dicks. This was something a man could get his lips around!
“Come and get it!” sang Hondo softly. “Chowtime, soldier.”
Hardwick felt his lips drool, the combination of the familiar sounds for mealtime and the desire to wrap his mouth around that tasty hunk of prong dangling out at him like a fisher’s lure.
His rifle fell to the ground unheeded. His legs moved of their own accord toward this man, this white man, this evilly grinning white man who had control of him and knew it. Shit!
But he couldn’t stop, his body was moving itself, he was just a passenger, it moved him up to this arrogant white boy, his face moved itself down to those pale lips and wrapped his own darker lips around them, shit, he was kissing this bastard!
His hands enveloped that hard body. This was no skinny white boy, this man had some bulk to him. Good. He couldn’t stand those wimpy teenaged recruits the Army seemed to pull in far too often. Give him a real man!
Hardwick kissed Hondo and felt his body sparkle into life. God, he was horny all over! Like he’d become one huge prick, and this Hondo man’s arms around him were stroking him off, he fucking tingled all over.
“Mmh! Mnnh!” he groaned, hunched his groin against that fat dong, which moved and slid down between his legs. Hardwick clamped his legs together and that let Hondo begin to fuck him like that, and he did, Hardwick felt that massive pud slipping between his khaki-covered legs, a hot rod of manmeat pulsing and shoving upwards at the end, like it sought out his tender bunghole that ached to take it!
Shit, he wasn’t doing that! When the dong made an especially insistent push toward his asshole, Hardwick found the strength to pull away.
But only to pull away, and the strength was gone, and his legs buckled under him. He was falling to his knees, and shit, there that hot prick was, right at his mouth. He saw the shiny teardrop of precome glistening on it, threatening to dro p off to the cold concrete his knees endured if he didn’t catch, and quick!
His tongue darted itself out and scarfed up that dripping pearl, it was steaming love concentrate on his tongue-tip, it was intensified passion in liquid form. He was lost!
His mouth jumped forward dragging the rest of his face with it, and he felt that huge cock like a steaming sausage like he’d had in Fulda-Hesse once when stationed there, a fat dick-shaped chunk of meat it embarrassed you to eat in public, but God, when you got it in you, and bit down, it was delicious!
So was this man-sausage, Hardwick wanted so bad to bite down and chew on it, only a last remnant of sanity prevented him from doing it. Talk about a way to get thrown out of the military, biting a man’s dick off? So he let it invade him whole, rolling like a velvet cylinder over his tongue and the glans like a bumper-button that rebounded off his tonsils, and then white hands grabbed his neck and held him steady and that cylinder was driven down his throat!
So this was what it was like, sucking a man’s cock! Hell, it wasn’t that bad! Damned fun, actually, feeling that masculine energy in dick form right in his mouth, when Hondo began to pull it back out, he clasped his lips tight and drew the foreskin like silken folds of a geisha’s robe that touched his teeth like lover’s hands, and then he had only foreskin in his mouth, like so much dropped clothing, and then the bare naked form shot back into him, and he was naked and loving it too, even though fully clothed, flesh upon flesh, nothing in between!
Hondo’s hands did the work, all he did was hold his lips tight and let Hondo fuck his face, and his own hands moved down to first clench at his crotch, and then bring the begging meat out into the cold darkness of pre-dawn.
Hondo gave an appreciative gasp when Hardwick brought out his prick. “Hey, that’s a nice piece of MP dick you got there. Mind if I have a taste of it?”
Hardwick again found himself moving without volition, he let go of that luscious dong only long enough to let Hondo lay himself on the ground, then he was climbing on top, putting his dong into Hondo’s face, but mostly trying to climb over this green-clad white boy and get that fat prong back into his lips again. When those moist lips and wet mouth covered up his dong, Hardwick felt it like returning to the womb, and this fat pud he was sucking was the source of life itself.
There on the cold concrete, there in the velvet-black darkness, broken only by the yellow glow of lights that could only ineffectually focus here and there, there in the unformed globe of a remnant of life that was the world in fog, he was at the center of the new universe, the warm pulse of life, creating, nurturing, building the world anew. There was something beyond...no, before...morality here, they loved because it was the only love that existed, they had sex because they were the totality of existence, there was no right or wrong about it, it was too primal for that. The thick white prick moved in and out of him with military precision, he felt the resonant response from his own cock that was diving in and out of that wet mouth, those primordial waters, bearing its seed of life-to-be. This was the new reality, the old one had gone away, he was part of the new, reborn. This was his life...renewed.
This brought his pleasure to a new level, past the joy of a furtive joining in the darkness with a stranger, now he was loving that white cock, he was being loved in return, he wanted this to go on forever, to build a home and family here with this man. He shoved that fat meat deeper into his body, trying to hold it there, feeling disappointed every time it left his mouth so briefly to return once more like a lover after a long separation, to be embraced and welcomed back once again.
His entire body quivered with the quintessence of sexual excitation, he moved and shivered as it flowed through him, moving him, awakening him. His entire past was gone now, vanished into the mist around them, he was only here, only now, sucking this dong and it was his only existence, he couldn’t let it go, he couldn’t! How to get it closer to him, how?
Yeah!
He didn’t know he had the strength to break it off, but he found it, he let go, pulled his dong out of those clasping lips with a “pop” and he found his feet once again, standing up.
But only temporary, his smile promised Hondo lying beneath him, only long enough to get these fucking pants down. “I’m going to ride you, white boy!” he said in promise.
“Yeah!” Hondo agreed. “Ride it but good, Corporal Cock!”
“You got it, Private Pubic.” Hardwick returned. Two could play that game.
The pants, still held up his body by the oversized boots, hindered him, he had to kind of wrap those pants around Hondo’s slender waist, but he managed it, and then he was squatting down like you had to do when you would take a shit in the woods...damned the things the military taught you...only now he was just getting his ass into position to take that spit-slicked dong right into him.
The very touch of it on his virgin tuckerhole drove him mad! Utterly, fucking mad! It was such a damned turn-on, such a sheer joy that flowed through him when he felt that rubbery glans touch the dimple of his anus, and he groaned and drove it into himself. It slid into him like a hot knife through butter and he was sitting all the way down on Hondo’s crotch in no time.
“Damn, that’s good!” Hardwick breathed.
“You’re damned right that’s good!” Hondo agreed. “Ride it, man, ride it!”
Hardwick began to bounce on his knees, making a lot of short strokes that kept that rich dong inside him as much as possible, and Hondo lay gasping beneath him. Hardwick looked down at that arrogant face softened by pleasure and took joy in the way that this proud bastard, this smug prick, had been laid low by a man’s ass, he may be getting fucked but he had won this match!
Hondo reached up and grabbed Hardwick’s dick and pumped it, and the feel of that horned hand on his cock, the feel of that massive pud in his butt, and he was in heaven hearing the angels in no time, he gave a low, loud groan and his dick shot out a heavy lead wad like a cannonball. It hit Hondo square in the face, a thick blob of it, getting him right below the nose, at the indentation between the nostrils of the upper lip and from there it ran down to land inside Hondo’s mouth!
Hondo seemed stunned by the heavy blast, he held his head where it was while Hardwick plastered his face with jizz, many more blasts screaming into the cold daw and peppering his cheeks, his teeth, his chin, until his entire lower face was gleaming with white scintillating man-cream, and the last blasts laid long lines pointing up to Hondo’s face on his chest, making dark moist spots in the deep olive green uniform.
Done, Hardwick gasped, felt like fainting. Hondo seized him in his lassitude, rolled them both over and proceeded to hump him hard and fast. As he did, damned if Hardwick didn’t feel that power again pulsing into him, his cock hardened up in no time! Hardwick’s cockhead hurt, it was so raw and worn from the last load, but he was so fucking horny again, he reached up and pumped his cock just the same, the bright pain of his cockhead adding a raw-cut feel to his pleasure, so that it was razor-sharp passion, knife-edge desire, bleeding joy!
Hondo groaned and Hardwick felt it then, the hot seed pouring into him, not like it was spurting into him, but like it had always been in there and he was just now thinking of it, and so feeling it. He groaned, sobbed with pain/pleasure, anguish/joy, and his climax struck him again! It was a hell of an jerk-off, it was like his cock was on fire, and the jism that spurted out was like flame!
Hondo fell onto him and Hardwick held on tight to the heaving, sobbing man, holding him tight.
“Damn, man, you’re good.” Hondo said when he caught his breath. “Got to take you with me.”
“Where?” Hardwick didn’t ask anything else, it was like Hondo was his superior despite wearing a private’s meager stripe.
“Oh, around the world.” Hondo said. There came a chanting from the grounds behind them. “What’s that?”
Hardwick didn’t have to look around. “New recruits. They wake them up early in basic.”
“What are they doing?”
“Drilling.” Hardwick said.
“Hmm.” Hondo said. He grabbed Hardwick’s cock and held it tight, not doing anything but giving him the equivalent of a hearty hug. “Partner, what do you say we give those recruits a different kind of drilling?”
Hardwick saw it then, the source of the power from Hondo. Saw as it rose up and became a presence, a third force.
Whatever the fuck it was, it was big. Big and hungry!