A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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The Epilogue Chapters

Epilogue Chapter 22 

(Key West)

I booked us into a classy, clothing-optional bed and breakfast. Jason about shit when he found out it was four hundred dollars a night but he never regretted a dime of it. What I didn’t know till we got there was that there was an all-male gay resort which happened to be located very near the Naval Air Station.  Both figured very much in our stay.

Our room at the B&B was located along the side of the building with huge trees overhanging the balconies. The four-poster king bed was situated on a platform heavily draped, giving a feel of intimate privacy. There was a large tub on clawed feet with the ornate fixtures on one side and a shower frame overhead. A wicker cabinet overflowed with towels and a wide array of toilette articles. A stately armoire against one wall towered over us and an antique parlor table and chairs sat back from the French doors that opened out onto the balcony.  We could see the large kidney-shaped pool and the tiki bar from the balcony.

Jason seemed intrigued by all the bottles and soaps in the towel cabinet.

“What do you say to a bubble bath later? Do Marines take bubble baths?” he said jokingly.

“If they do, they don’t tell other Marines,” I joked back. “How about later, though, when we get back in out of the sun.”

We were anxious to go to Duval Street. We were on a cursory stroll, taking in all of the T-shirt shops, when Jason asked if we were going to check out the gay resort. Hemingway’s home was on our agenda, as was the Truman White House, but I could tell he was anxious about the gay resort.  Still, we saved it till later. We took the tours to the Truman White House and climbed to the top of the Key West Light House. Interesting that it overlooked a gay resort where there were a dozen naked men lying out on the rooftop garden.   From there we went to Hemingway’s home. I was fascinated with his studio, where he did his writing.  I bought several of his books from the gift shop even though I thought he was hard to read. I guess I admired the man more for his lifestyle tan his writing. Then it was time for lunch.  We went to Margaritaville for “cheeseburger in paradise” and the best iced tea ever.  It was time to go to the resort.                    

We walked into the place just as these four guys were coming back into the lobby from being shown around. It was easy to spot them as military by their extremely healthy looks, the high-and-tight haircuts and the unmistakable confident bearing. These guys had it all. They were big guys--all hot--and even the smallest of the four was big, and they were all in top military shape. They all wore shorts and tank tops….like PT shorts, that showed off their great thighs.  There was a little conference going on off to the side that we could overhear, that the place “worked for them.” When they told the clerk he said all he needed was their military IDs so he could give them their discounts.  I remembered then reading that they gave discounts for military. 

While they were getting out their IDs to get checked in, they noticed Jason and me standing to one side. We were wearing our US Marine caps that we’d bought earlier, and they noticed. They politely stepped back to let us go first.

“No, you guys go ahead. Active duty first,” Jason said.

“I guess we stand out, huh,” one of them said.

“You couldn’t deny being in the military, if that’s what you mean.” I said. “Yeah, you stand out like sore thumbs. Hell, you would be recognized as military in the showers, without your clothes.”  They got a laugh out of that.

The clerk asked if they wanted separate rooms or two rooms, and did they want them adjoining. They looked at each other and then one of them asked if they could get one room with a king size bed.

“Yes, you certainly can,” the clerk said, looking them up and down, “But the size of you guys, that’s going to be a tight fit.”

“You don’t know how tight we can fit in together,” one of them said.

“We’ll fit,” said another.

They joked with the clerk that they had come down to Key West to nail some Navy ass from the Naval Air Station.

“Well you can sometimes find that here,” the clerk said.

“But if we can’t find any Navy ass……”  He let his words trail off as he looked at us with a mischievous grin.

"I don't know about that, it's been a long time since I've been on maneuvers with four guys,” I said. 

The clerk came around from the counter and took my cap off my head and put it on and asked them if he would do in our place. We all got a good laugh over that. But then the guy said, seriously, if we wanted to come to their room they would be honored to “honor our service” was the way he put it.

I didn’t ask what he meant by that, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that he was speaking for the group. I was reluctantly excited over the invitation, though. Jason accepted their invitation only if they allowed us to return the honors….they said gladly; and they all were up for it.  I still wasn’t sure exactly what we were talking about but I thought we were on the same wave length. 

“Well, I guess we ought to introduce ourselves,” one of them said.  “This is Lt. Hollander--Mike. That’s Corporal Jack Toby, aka Budweiser, that’s Sgt. Dan Ricks and I’m Sgt. Eaton--Brian.”

“Brad, and this is Jason,” I said as we all shook hands in turn. I was surprised to learn that one of them was an officer. He saw my surprise as I was shaking hands with him.

“We re-define fraternization to fit our own situation. You can ask Budweiser…..Have I ever fraternized you, Budweiser?”

“No, sir.  You’ve nailed my ass enough times, but you’ve never fraternized me.”  That set the tone and turned up the heat.

We liked these guys.  When we were shaking hands with Corporal Toby, Jason asked, “Is that AKA because you can drink the rest of these guys under the table, or because you like Budweiser?”

He laughed and said, “All and none of the above.”

“Just wait,” Sgt. Eaton said.

The clerk gave them directions to the room and they left to find it.

 Sgt. Eaton said to me over his shoulder, “We’ll see you guys later.”

“Looks like you men hit the jackpot,” the clerk said as he was checking us in. “For the record, you’re active duty,” he said and he gave us the military discount. We tried to decline, telling him to reserve it for guys still wearing the uniform but he wouldn’t hear of it.

Going to our room we could look down at the pool below where guys were laying in the sun and swimming naked. We stripped off our clothes and donned towels as we’d seen others wearing and then went exploring. We checked out the sauna and the steam room but didn’t go down to the pool yet.  When we came upon the wet area we doffed the towels and got under the showers. A few minutes later the four Army guys came in. They greeted us warmly.  It wasn’t a big shower, only six showerheads so we filled it up. It was absolutely an awesome place to be, in the company of four real men, so unashamed, unapologetic about their sexuality and at the same time absolutely confident in their manhood. There was a lot of banter and Army talk, and a lot of other guys slowed going past the shower on their way to the small Jacuzzi in the next room.

Lt. Mike Hollander was the smaller of the four, probably one sixty-five, youngish looking, smooth, muscular and tight-bodied.  He had a tight little ass to die for, one that would cause mouths to water.  I was already imaging burying my face in it. From the back he could pass for a teenager. His cock was longer than Dan’s or Brian’s, swinging out in a wide, sexy arch, with large head, a very neat cut. A lot of smaller guys have the biggest cocks. The thing about the lieutenant was his looks, and his eyes.  He was drop dead good-looking, like the college big-stud-on-campus, and eyes that penetrated; you could get lost in them.  He was mesmerizing to look at.

Sgt. Dan Ricks and Sgt. Brian Eaton were the biggest of the four; big enough almost to qualify as brutish except for the graceful way they moved, like athletes.  They were heavily muscled all over, with massive chests and huge arms and thick thighs and rock hard stomachs that looked like armor plates.  I guessed Ricks to weigh a good two thirty and Eaton looked heavier. He wasn’t as hairy as Ricks but both men looked like they kept their chests and bellies neatly trimmed. The hair on their thighs looked good, so manly, without being apish. Ricks had a pair of balls like a stallion, big and heavy looking, but held high in his crotch.  I wondered if I could get even one of them in my mouth.  His cock was thick and meaty too, darkly hued, and cut, with a very visible network of veins that made him look all the more virile.  Eaton’s cock was about the same size, couldn’t tell if he was cut, but he had a generous collar that hugged the rim of his cockhead that gave promise of expansion. Both men had great, solid looking butts; Ricks’ a bit hairy, but still not grossly so.  I wondered if either of them were fuckable or if they were only there, as they’d said, to nail some ass.

I understood now, Toby’s nickname of Budweiser. It wasn’t the beer, it was the beer can.  His cock, hanging out, was nearly as big as a beer can with a head the size of a small orange. My asshole fluttered, perhaps in fear, with the prospect of what he would look like hard.  It would be like shoving an orange in my ass, followed by the beer can. He was muscled to match, thick-muscled like a wrestler, muscles that bulged when he moved.  He was the youngest of the four, nineteen or twenty, young enough that he was still more cute than handsome.  Fuck, a teenager, possibly; how hot was that! And he was funny. I was getting very horny; I wondered if they were.

Budweiser turned off his shower, saying he was going to try the Jacuzzi.  The rest of us followed suit.  There were already two guys in the Jacuzzi and with the six of us, it was crowded, but nicely so. The Jacuzzi room was small, too, with benches along two walls, and it was dimly lit, but there were lights in the Jacuzzi itself so everyone was well illuminated. Ricks started horsing around with Budweiser, rubbing his foot along the inside of his thigh and Budweiser tried to wriggle away, saying, “Dammit, you’re gonna give me a hardon doing that.”  Everyone laughed and one of the other guys said, “Oh, My, we’ve never seen that here before.”

But Budweiser acted like he was getting embarrassed and Ricks stopped teasing him.  But then things sort of picked up anyway and it wasn’t so much like teasing when Lt. Mike straightened his leg out between Eaton’s legs, and Eaton slipped down more into the water to meet his crotch against the officer’s foot.  Lt. Mike got hard as a rock, but Eaton’s cock only fluffed up. 

“How do you keep that thing under control when he’s doing that to you?” one of the other men asked Eaton.

“Mind over matter,” he said.

“Hell, the reason is, it just takes so long for that much blood to get pumped down there and fill the thing up,” Ricks said.

Suddenly, Budweiser shoved himself up onto the edge of the Jacuzzi and said he was getting too warm and needed a cool shower then he was going back to the room. The rest of us stayed in the Jacuzzi and there was conversation with the other two men about the six of us being military. They asked if it wasn't risky for military guys to be in a place like that. 

“If anybody was to be watching us, they would have to pay and sign in, and that would put their name on the register right along with ours,” Lt. Mike pointed out.  Then he said, “Don’t tell me you’ve never met guys from the Naval Air Station coming in here.”

“Oh, quite often,” the man said.  “But they know and admit there is a risk, and they are always careful when they come in and leave.”

“Is that the reason the entrance of the place is down an alley and so hard to find?” Ricks asked.

"Possibly.  But I've never heard of them posting shore police around to spy on guys. I think they turn a blind eye."

"And that would be because some of the Navy that come here are the shore patrol," Lt. Mike said.

I was watching Budweiser in the shower, noticing that his cock was fluffed up and the shower wasn’t bringing it down. My asshole tightened in anticipation, as I thought of how it would feel to get fucked by that.  I asked how old Budweiser was.

"Nineteen," the LT said. "Quite a specimen, huh?"

"To say the least," I said.

LT decided to get out of the Jacuzzi, and the others, and Jason and I followed.  We all showered again. Budweiser had already gone back to the room.

After showering we donned towels and had to walk back through the lobby to get to the room. The place was designed with narrow walkways winding around, leading to the rooms on several levels. Their room was on an upper level, about midway down the walk, overlooking a lush garden and the pool.

Once inside, there was no wasting time.  The three soldiers immediately shed their towels--Budweiser was already naked--and were all over each other and falling onto the king sized bed. I saw more why they called him Budweiser as he quickly got hard. I didn’t remember ever seeing such a thick cock hanging, or standing.  Jason and I lingered back a little, standing at the side of the bed while the four were rolling around, laughing and getting “reacquainted.” They reminded me of a bunch of overgrown boys who hadn’t seen each other for a while, frolicking naked on the bed.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be in the middle of this,” Sgt. Eaton said, pulling me onto the bed with them.  LT pulled Jason in.

The clerk was right, it was a tight fit on the bed, but we managed by tangling and stacking on top of each other. I hoped the bed held up; there was more than a half ton of muscle testing the springs. There was muscle all around me and on top of me, under me, smashing against me on both sides. I was in absolute heaven. I was so heady I felt like I was on something.  

It’d be hard to describe everything exactly as it happened; there was simply too much going on, and with six of us, things happened fast and it was nonstop.

There was a lot of groping and getting cocks hard and feeling each other’s muscles and rubbing and writhing against each other. Those guys were all hard and tight and they obviously appreciated each other's bodies; they were quite open about that. One of them said, "Godd, it feels good to be in bed with real men." It became quickly apparent that they were all into everything….sex with abandon, they called it.  There was no rank of course. The lieutenant was as eager and willing as the others.

LT pulled Budweiser into a sixty-nine; so much for the non-fraternization rules. It was hot as hell the way his mouth was so distended around the teenager's cock.

“Fuck, LT don’t chew it off,” Budweiser said.

The other two guys maneuvered us into a four-way daisy-chain. That lasted for a few minutes till Sgt. Eaton pulled out of the circle and got behind Budweiser—who was on top of LT in the sixty-nine—and shoved his cock in his ass and started fucking him. He did it rather unceremoniously, causing Budweiser to raise up from the LT’s cock.

"Aww, Geezuss!  I just got torpedoed!" he gasped.

I was surprised myself how hard and fast Eaton went in but then realized that Budweiser had probably already lubed up his own ass.  That left us in with Sgt. Ricks. He was the biggest of the four and it was awesome when he came up over me on his hands and knees; Godd, it was like lying under a mammoth.  I loved it. He was hairier than I like, but his hair was neatly trimmed and I got over that real quick because the sex was hot and wild. The air conditioner couldn’t keep up with the heat being generated, and there was the smell of sweet, wonderful, fresh sweat.  I love fresh sweat, especially when it is sex generated.

Suddenly Ricks turned us over, easily I might add, bringing me on top of him.  Right away I felt a tongue licking my ass and balls while big Ricks was still sucking my cock.  It was Lt. Mike, leaning over to do my ass.  A bit later there was some maneuvering to the side of me and then Budweiser was getting up, moving around behind me.  He took over from Lt. Mike--I thought he might have pushed him aside--and tongued my ass for a couple of minutes then I was aware of him standing up and I felt lube being squirted in my ass and I knew I was gonna get fucked by that thick hunk of meat.  I’d lost track of Jason.

I was sort of hoping to have one of the other guys break me in before Budweiser plowed into me. I felt the head of his cock against my hole and I braced myself; it felt like the big end of a ball bat.  He might've actually been as big as the serious end of a bat.  He pushed through and I choked on Ricks’ cock from the initial pain.  Ricks’ big hand clasped around my head and he forced me all the way down and I choked some more.  It was a good thing in that it momentarily took my mind off being impaled on Budweiser's beer can cock. 

Budweiser didn't cut me any slack at all.  He drove right in till I felt his balls against my ass and his cock deep inside me. He was so fuckin’ hard I could feel his heartbeat in my ass. Ricks did cut me some slack and let me raise my head but he didn't let me off his cock. I really didn't want off of it, I just wanted to breathe.  Budweiser started fucking me before I was really ready but that worked out too because he fucked the pain right out of me and I was soon moaning and slobbering on Ricks’ cock and going down on it on my own.

I glanced over and saw LT leaned over Jason, slobbering over his cock.  He rose up and said, “We should’ve asked if there’s anything in particular you guys like, or don’t like to do before we started in on you,” he said.

Jason laughed and said, “You guys are pretty much covering everything on my list. Except maybe for one thing,” I he added.

“Name it,” LT said.

“I would like to try sucking two of you guys at the same time and feel both of shooting in my mouth, depending on when and how many time you guys wanta cum, of course.”

“What a slut, I thought, with amusement.

“Hell, we can do that,” Budweiser said.

“Uh, I don’t think he was including you,” LT said. “He won’t be able to fit one of our cocks in his mouth along with yours.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” Jason said.

LT got into position, lying on the bed facing Ricks, balls to balls, and suddenly Jason had a smorgasbord laid out in front of him.  He held both of their cocks in his hand and stretched his mouth around them.  I’d never seen him do this before and I was surprised how easily he took both their cocks in his mouth. Eaton came up to LT on his knees, offering him his cock and LT began sucking him.

After a few minutes of this Budweiser reminded them that Jason had said he was up to the challenge of taking his big cock and said he wanted to share his mouth.  He pulled out, leaving my asshole gaping wide open, and wedged himself in to take Ricks’ place with LT, balls to balls.  The addition of the girth of Budweiser’s thick cock stretched Jason’s mouth to the limits but he proved to be up to the challenge. Eaton moved behind me and filled the hole Budweiser had left open and started fucking me. Ricks moved around behind me too and I could tell a minute later that he was fucking Eaton. Ricks and Eaton traded off on my ass and fucking each other while I began imagining what I wanted to ask these horny studs to do.

“He said he wanted two loads, let's try to give ‘em to him at the same time,” LT said to Budweiser.

“Yeah, just let me know,” Budweiser said.

Jason lifted his head and said, "Don't cut it short, I'm enjoying this."

"Oh, hell, blowing a load won't be cutting anything short, that's just a temporary break," Budweiser said.

“Yeah, he’s a regular fountain of youth,” Ricks drawled.

The two guys kept taking turns fucking me and each other while Jason groaned and choked on the two cocks in his mouth.  It was hard to control both of their thrusts and one or the other of them was constantly jabbing at his throat; sometimes both of them at the same time, and that’s a LOT of cock, especially when one of them is the size of a beer can.  LT asked Jason if he was getting tired.

“It’s a challenge,” Jason said, and went back down on them.

“Come on, let’s work it up for him,” LT told Budweiser.

“I told you, LT, to just let me know, I can blast off any time you’re ready, just give me a few seconds warning,” Budweiser said.

Jason sucked them harder as he sensed they were getting close, and got so excited himself that he was trying to force both cocks into his throat; a physical impossibility. The two of them fucked Jason’s distended mouth savagely and moments later they were obviously blowing their loads.  Jason was unable to contain it; the stuff ran down their cocks and cascaded over their balls while Jason fought to keep from choking. I couldn’t believe the cum running out of Jason’s mouth.  It was like somebody had shook up a Bud and popped the tab. Jason was swallowing what he could but he was losing most of it.

The next moment I felt warm cum spurting into my ass. I didn’t know whose it was till they traded places and Ricks took Eaton’s place. Hot as I was with two loads inside me, I didn't go off.

We sprawled on the bed entangled and on top of each other. I noticed Jason had not gone off either.

"Hey, if there's something you like to do best, just tell us," LT said, a little out of breath as he rubbed his fingers through my hair.

Ricks disentangled himself to get us beer out of a cooler. "Damn, guys, I haven't had sex like that forever," he said as he was passing them around.

"Been a long time since we've brought in reinforcements," Eaton said.

"You all seem to know each other well, do you guys get together like this often?" I asked.

"No, that's the bad part; this only happens maybe a couple of times once a year.  So we make the most of it."

"I hope we’re not intruding," I said.

"Fuck, no, you're not intruding. Hell, you're giving my ass a rest," Budweiser said, laughing. "Last time they ganged up on me for four solid hours. They fucked me numb.  I couldn't feel anything for a week."

"It's not our fault you've got the youngest and sweetest ass in the group," Eaton said.  He ruffled his hair and leaned over and planted a huge, wet kiss on his mouth. "Not our fault you've got the sweetest everything," he murmured as the kiss mounted in passion.  Seconds later their arms went around each other and they were really making out.  The rest of us watched and did some light making out of our own as the duo went from kissing to Eaton turning Budweiser up to rim him and eventually fucking him.

"Ohh, Godd, I knew it was gonna lead to this," Budweiser moaned as Eaton entered him.

I finally found my courage and mentioned to LT about my fantasy of being double fucked.  That had already happened but I wanted it from these military studs and I thought it good that these men would think they were getting a virgin in that respect.

“You asked if there was anything in particular we liked to do…. I’d like to try getting double fucked.” 

“You mean two cocks in your ass at the same time?” Ricks asked.

“Yes.”

Ricks looked at LT. "How come we haven't done that yet?"

"You can't expect me to think of everything," LT said.

"Shall we try to accommodate him?" Ricks asked LT.

"Yes.  As a tactical maneuver, you should be on the bottom since you've got the longest cock," LT said. “But hey, maybe you want Jason in on this your first time?” he asked me.

“That’d be even better,” I said. Okay, it would be a first for Jason to be in on double fucking me. I was secretly hoping they would name Budweiser.

They were quick and eager to accommodate me. Ricks lay on his back and I climbed on top of him facing up.  LT took hold of Ricks’ cock and guided it to my ass and I rode down on him. He pulled me down tight on top of him, his muscular arms wrapped around me. Jason straddled us to mount me from the front.

“Are you sure you wanta do this?” he asked quietly as he set his cock at the apex Ricks’ cock and my asshole.

It took some doing for him to work his cock into me, and there were times when I thought it would be some kind of a trauma, but I stuck with it.  I knew I could do it; I’d had three cocks in me at one time. Finally Jason had me stretched enough and I felt his cock slide in on top of Sgt. Ricks’ cock. I was amazed how easily I took him, despite the short lived pain. But I wanted it really bad.

“Oh, Godd!” I groaned as the two men fucked me, alternating their thrusts at first, then driving them both in me at the same time.  It was such an incredible fuck!  Two big hard cocks sliding in and out of my ass at the same time really filled me up. And my prostate really got a workout. They used moves on me that I’d never had anybody do before, twisting around and corkscrewing and I didn’t know which cock was rubbing or pounding my prostate.  They nearly drove me crazy.  Sgt. Eaton and Budweiser were on their knees on one side of us, watching and LT was on the other side.

Sgt. Ricks said, “Can’t you guys find something better to do with all that cock meat?”

Eaton didn’t waste any time standing astraddle Ricks to feed me his cock while LT boldly offered his cock to Jason. I didn’t know where Budweiser went till I heard Jason shout out a loud groan.

“AAaahhh Fuck!  Geezuss, Budweiser, I didn’t need a new asshole!”

We worked perfectly together. I asked them if they’d done this before, they said yeah, but with women, never with a guy.  I was glad I was the first for them.  They fucked me for at least a half hour, the last few minutes with us lying on our sides and I was the meat in their muscle sandwich.  Jason and Ricks agreed they wanted to try to cum together and Budweiser chimed in that he would try to shoot his load in Jason’s ass at the same time and give him an extra thrill. I thought that pretty unlikely but the way they synchronized their moves and communicated with each other, they pulled it off. 

Suddenly Sgt. Ricks grunted “Incoming!” to me or Jason, or both of us, and he started pounding my ass like a pile driver.

“Here’s mine, too, on the way,” Jason growled and he tried to match Ricks’ powerful, almost brutal thrusts.  The bed rocked and creaked so bad I thought it might collapse under the weight of six men and the action.  It was awesome to feel the heat of their cum shooting up inside me. In the middle of it Budweiser made Jason howl with pleasure as he gave him his load.

“I’m cumming!” I squealed as my body shudder through the quaking climax.

LT and Sgt. Eaton sprayed their cum all over us. It was wonderful. 

We lay in that tangled stupor for several minutes before I felt one of their cocks slide out, then the other.  They rolled onto their backs, breathing hard.

“Fuck, didn’t anybody turn on the air?” Ricks asked.

“The air conditioner can’t keep up with that kind of heat,” Eaton said.

I was nearly gasping from exhaustion, but my cock was still hard and my gaping ass was aching for more.

“Damn, I wish somebody had held off, I could use some more of that,” I said.

Budweiser to the rescue.  “I’m ready, if anybody else’s still got a hardon,” he said.

“I can work it up,” LT said.  “I’ll be bottom man.”

As LT was stretching out on the bed I noticed that somebody had opened the drapes and cracked the window for fresh air.  Nobody said the drapes should be closed so we left them open. As I was sliding my ass down onto LT’s cock I saw two guys walking along pause and look in.  That was sort of hot, too.  They stayed to watch Budweiser mount me, their eyes wide, their mouths gaping.

“Holy Shit!” I heard one of them say.

Despite being stretched out, it was a tight fit with Budweiser’s oversized cock. 

“Good thing they did him before you used that power tool on him,” Eaton remarked to Budweiser.

After a short struggle Budweiser managed to penetrate my hole along the top of LT’s cock. Again, I was imagining the large end of a ball bat.

“Okay?” he asked, hovering over me.

I nodded.

“You’d say if it wasn’t,” he said.

“Hell no, he wouldn’t,” Jason said.

He paused for a moment when he was all the way in then he began fucking me. The two men quickly set a rhythm and were soon fucking the air out of my lungs.

“Ohh, Godd!  We’re gonna do this again,” I groaned.

It didn’t hurt; it was the sheer pleasure and excitement that made me short of breath. There was only the good feeling of being stretched and filled with hot, throbbing man meat and the feel of their muscles on both sides of me.

Budweiser didn't have much finesse; he fucked me like he was born to it, like it was his mission in life.  LT’s moves, more steady, were like he’d developed them through long hours of practice.  His cock was more the stabilizer and "filler" with Budweiser doing most of the action.  Already well fucked, I was numb by the time they finished with me, but it was a good, weird feeling; I felt numb, yet I felt all the sensations of being fucked.

The four soldiers were insatiable. They hadn’t been together like this for a long time and they were determined to get out of it all they could. It was pretty much non-stop sex. When one of them shot his load the others were on him, sucking his cock, his tits and rimming him, bringing him back to life; he couldn’t help but get hard again. One of them remarked that his cock was so hard so long that it ached so bad he just wanted to let it go down for a little bit. The others showed him no mercy; if they did let him go down they got him hard right away again. They didn't cut Jason and me any slack either. I got double fucked four times that afternoon. Talk about a team effort.

We won't ever forget those guys, and I will be forever grateful that it was four tough, virile military guys who thought they initiated me that way. It was so right. They indeed honored our service.

To be continued...