Brent Everhard Enlists
by: justjames17

(© 2009 by the author)

 

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Chapter 5

 

 

After mess Brent left with his three new mates watched by the angry Corporal Cockhound, she knew that Hasty, Wanker and Sucker would be telling him of her past exploits trying to ensnare any sexy young soldier. She was frustrated as she really fancied the hot young Everhard; he was so muscular with pouty so kissable lips and his tight buns and bulge looked awesome. The four privates walked across the parade ground laughing together and she noticed both Hasty and Sucker brushing their hands briefly across those deliciously desirable buttocks.

The four trainees disappeared from her sight inside their hut, as soon as they were out of sight Hasty turned to Brent and kissed those voluptuous lips, Brent grasped the slim but fit body in his arms crushing Philip against him and grinding his powerful hips against the lithe lad. Wanker and Sucker both stood close by one watching outside the other watching the hot sexual scene in front of him. Their time was brief before they had to report with full kit for a long route march; Wanker reminded the kissing pair that they only had ten minutes to gather their kit and weapons before falling in on the parade ground.

Hasty broke the kiss and pressed his hard dick against Brent's huge boner, he looked into Brent's eyes and sighed, "Oooh later hunky if we have any energy left when we get back this evening we can continue the fun and games."

They pulled on their gear and picked up their weapons and filed out onto the parade ground where they were called to attention as Lieutenant Boner appeared. He gave them all a pep talk about them giving their all on the march and how it was important to complete the distance to prove how fit and tough they were. After he'd finished the sergeant marched them out of the area and up a well used track into the jungle, the hill was steep and with the thick rainforest cutting off any breeze the lads were soon panting and sweating profusely, their clothes saturated clinging to their bodies the straps of their packs and weapons grinding into their overheated bodies.

On and on up the mountain they struggled, the NCOs barking at them like cattle dogs driving on a herd of cows, the hours dragged on and on until the recruits began to falter and collapse, one by one they fell exhausted to the ground lying there gasping for oxygen to fill their starved lungs. Muscles went into spasms aching and twitching in their legs, their backs ached as their heavy packs pressed upon their bodies pinning them down. The column halted, the men were told to rest and drink from their canteens, while the NCOs hustled the stragglers up to the resting platoon.

After half an hour the troops were ordered to their feet and the march continued on up the mountains until they reached the hinterland where the terrain leveled out, here they were again told to rest. The temperature was cool and damp so different to the mountain they had struggled up, here the sky was misty and clouds grazed the tops of the tall trees. Their overheated bodies began to shiver in the dank coolness; Brent couldn't believe the sudden change in temperature as his overheated body felt the chill. Hasty plonked himself down beside Brent whipping the perspiration from his brow, "Whew Brent babes that was some stroll in the woods eh mate?"

Brent settled back leaning on his pack and sprawled his legs out on the ground, Wanker standing in front of him chuckled and said, "The workout hasn't diminished that awesome bulge in your pants spunky."

Brent looked up sliding his eyes up the camo covered legs to the crotch of Wanker's trousers, he grinned and replied, "Yours seems to thrive on hard work too cobber."

The lads were left to their own devices as the officers and ncos wandered off discussing goodness knows what, Brent and his three new mates went exploring into the rain forest, once out of sight of the rest they began kissing and groping one another in a fever of arousal. Flies were undone and meaty weapons eased out from their warm nests into the cool dank misty air, Brent was being sucked off by Hasty who'd dropped to his knees enveloping Brent's big bone in his soft warm mouth. Wanker was slobbering on Sucker's schlong as he groped the full balls and fingered Sucker's back passage. Sucker's moans echoed about the tall timber as his hips began swaying and humping Wanker's incredible moist sucking orifice.

Brent clutched Hasty's head as he pounded his mouth in a frenzy, he needed to cum and cum in a hurry as he didn't know how long they would be alone or when they would hear the shouts to reassemble for the long march back down the mountain to the base. Brent's overfull balls ached and tightened as he humped and panted his breath steaming in the chill air, Hasty gurgled and gargled as that long dong slid back and forth in his gullet. He swabbed and curled his tongue about Brent's thick dick giving the powerful young stud the blowjob of his young life. Brent grunted as his cock swelled and throbbed, his big overloaded orbs tightened up before releasing a flood of thick tasty sperm that gushed out in volleys to flood Hasty's gulping gob. Cum oozed from those stretched red lips as Brent's voluminous venting continued choking the red faced Hasty.

The sounds of Wanker going to town on Sucker's cock duplicated the sounds of impending orgasms; Wanker was fulfilling his name as he jacked off while bringing his mate to a creaming climax. Brent rested regaining his senses; he fondled Hasty's head feeling the short bristles tingling his palms as he rubbed all about. Hasty licked his lips and smiled happily as he looked up at the handsome stud, Brent's now soft tool dangling just in front of his face. He stroked his own erection hoping Brent would reciprocate and suck him off.

Brent calmed down and looked down into the pleading eyes looking up at him, he smiled and nodded encouraging Hasty to get to his feet, as he rose up Brent dropped down taking the stiff spear into his mouth and making oral love to it. Hasty groaned long and sensuously as he pushed deep into Brent's hot mouth, Brent sucked like crazy as his tongue delved under Hasty's hood the tongue tip teasing the sensitive flange of the lad's excited knob. Hasty's knees wobbled as he gave in to the exquisite feelings being rendered to his rigid rod, he clutched Brent's head steadying himself as he started pushing in and out of Brent's magical maw.

Hasty was on the edge from his previous blow job and the wank he'd enjoyed while serving Brent's boner, it caused his climax to race through his straining body and center in his crotch causing his dick to stretch as it dribbled pre cum down Brent's accommodating massaging throat. A long low hissing through his clenched bared teeth sounded a warning as he exploded, ropes of jism fired from his bulging crimson knob and down Brent's gulping gullet as he ate every tangy spurt. All four lads were satiated and happy as they made their way back to the platoon; nobody seemed to notice they had been away as they slumped down on the cool ground. The platoon was roused as their leaders returned bellowing for them to get on their feet, groans filled the air as the men got up settling their packs and grasping their weapons. They formed up and the long march back to base commenced, going back was much easier as it was downhill but still their legs ached as they marched onwards.

The sun was setting as the sweaty soldiers made it back to the parade ground where they were dismissed to clean up before heading to the mess for their evening meal. The men hurried to their barracks and began stripping off to shower, they were too tired for horseplay and just showered and dried off before getting dressed and filing out for their meal. After eating they returned to the barracks and flopped onto their bunks some stripped to their underpants others seni dressed, again they were still feeling the effects of the route march. Lights out found them recumbent and many snoring dead to the world.

During the night Corporal Cockhound sneaked into the barracks and searched out the bunk where Brent snored softly, he lay on the bunk on his back wearing only his briefs, the mound of his impressive manhood clearly visible in the bean of her partly covered torch. She licked her lips as her greedy eyes surveyed that fine piece of maleness; gently she lifted the elastic waistband pulling his underpants down under his wrinkly ball bag baring his genitals. Her fingers fondled Brent gradually arousing his penis until it lay throbbing tall and proud on his hard muscled ripped abdomen. She tugged off her panties and straddled the sleeping stud before sliding his towering tool up her hot hole sausing her to gasp at its length and girth. Never had she found a stud like Brent, he was totally incredible, every inch of his muscular body and his sexy sensuous features with those thick pouting lips turned her on incredibly.

She worked herself up and down the sleeping lad's log as she aroused herself to heights before unknown, climax after climax raged through her body causing her juices to lubricate that massive monster as she pleasured herself again aqnd again. Brent in his dreams was feeling the sensations and was soon nearing his climax, cum built up in huge amounts in his big balls before they erupted flooding the corporal's vent with his vital juices. Cockhound drained the hot lad's balls before she lifted off his wilting wand, she sucked him clean and tucked his dong away once more before creeping away into the night, sperm dripping down her thighs as she staggered back to her barracks.

Next morning Brent awoke feeling incredibly good, he lay on the bunk looking about at his companions, most still in the land of nod but sporting stiffies that greeted the new day. Brent mentally calibrated the sizes as he watched those healthy innocent bones pulsing away merrily just begging to be serviced. He looked to where hast lay and saw he too sported a hard on in his undies but he was awake and winked at Brent as he grinned licking his lips suggestively.
Brent slipped off the bunk grasping his morning woody and winked at Hasty as he made his way to the bog,

Hasty followed him and as soon as they were out of sight he groped Brent's wondrous willy, Hasty bent down and freed the stiff prong and was about to0 suck it when he stopped and looked up at the expectant Brent, "You smell of sheila's pussy mate, did you get off with the hound last night?"

Brent looked confused, "No never, I wouldn't go near her mate."

Hasty frowned and sniffed again, "Yep its definitely female mate, go shower and clean her off you."

Brent stood there thinking hard then whispered, "So it wasn't a dream last night she must have raped me while I slept."

Hasty looked at him, "Dream you dreamt of Cockhound last night? That's no dream it's a bloody nightmare mate."

Brent blushed, "Not Cockhound but I had this weird dream some sheila was riding my bone it was unreal."

Hasty frowned, "That filthy woman took advantage of you while you slept because she knew you'd be wiped out after the exercise yesterday and knew you'd sleep through it."

Both lads stripped and hopped under the shower where they washed each other enjoying the feel of their wet slippery flesh, both sported extreme hard ons as they messed about. They gripped each other's rampant rods jerking away hoping to shoot before anyone else put in an appearance. Hasty creamed first, sending strings of sperm flying out to spatter on the tiled floor, he huffed and puffed shaking in his orgasm. Brent moved behind his mate and poked his bone between those delectable wet white buns; Hasty moaning in his climax felt the blunt bludgeon invading his wet cleft and knew Brent was going to root him silly.

Brent bent his knees slightly positioning his pud at the tight pouty lips of Hasty's hole and pushed in hard breeching his mate's defenses, Hasty grunted as his tight ring ripped open burningly and Brent's plum sized knob popped forcibly inside. Hasty leaned back pressing his wet back to Brent's awesome torso, his prominent hipbones stretching his tanned flesh as Brent's hands caressed his chest and belly. Chills of pleasure zinged through him as he gasped from the size of Brent's weapon slowly forcing inside him rearranging his innards to accommodate that huge horn. Hasty was in paradise as his head spun crazily his body absorbing the pole like pud as he pushed back to take all of Brent up his straining clacker.

Brent was groaning and panting as he buried his bone inside Hasty's hot hole, his roaming hand rubbing and caressing Hasty's sexy slim but fit body reveling in the feel of his wiry muscles and taut stretched flesh. Brent began to hump slowly withdrawing then advancing in a sexual waltz, Hasty felt himself filled then drained as that mighty muscle roamed his innards. Hasty clenched his sphincter while using his bowel muscles to titillate and tease Brent's bone; Brent was quivering on the edge, his climax controlled by Hasty's experienced body. He kept Brent teetering on the brink for some time before letting loose and Brent hammered him hard to drive him over the edge, cum exploded gushing inside the hot quivering quim as Brent spermed and ground his crotch against Hasty's round fleshy buttocks.

They clung together as Brent drained out flooding his mate, Hasty panted along with Brent as he too shot his bolt under the spraying shower, pearly juice swirling in the water as it raced down the drain. Both lads clung together for support until the shattering climax abated and their trembling muscles calmed, Brent nuzzled Hasty's neck as he began sucking hard on the soft flesh. Hasty arched his head moaning softly as he bit his lip trying to stop himself screaming and alerting the barracks to their molten copulation. The pair finished cleaning up Brent helping his mate clean out his rectum, he nibbled on those white rubbery buttocks making Hasty writhe and wriggle before he slapped them hard and said, "Come on spunky we'd better dry off and get some clothes on before everyone wakes up."

As they walked out Brent grinned at the sight of the impending hickey beginning to appear on Hasty's neck just where it sloped into the shoulder, they padded out to their bunks and pulled on clean underwear then lay on their bunks resting till the reveille bugle call aroused the camp.

 

The End.

 

Posted: 07/24/09