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“Yes. You look awesome--so damned studly. If I saw you stalking me I think I would lay down my weapon and surrender.”

“No you wouldn’t. Besides, the point is for you not to see me.” He started taking his gear and uniform off, laying everything neatly on the chair and floor.

“I don’t know how you maneuver with all of that equipment,” I said.

“It’s part of you. It’s an extension of your body, everything serving a purpose.”

I was naked before he was. Maybe I was acting too eager but I didn’t care. I cared less when I saw the way he was looking at me as he stripped his uniform off, with hunger in his eyes.

“God, you never looked so good,” he said.

I didn’t like the way he said it. It sounded oddly like he expected it to be our last time together, and it left a pain in the pit of my stomach. I walked over and sat on the edge and watched him. Every move he made was a thing of beauty. He was slowly transformed from a deadly fighting man to a naked stud. When he was down to his shorts I took over. I slid off the bed to take them off of him.

“I know you don’t like me down on my knees but I have to have some of this first,” I said as I sucked his cock in my mouth. He didn’t object but he didn’t leave me on my knees very long. I was kissing his hard, muscular thighs when he cupped his hands in my armpits and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the bed. It was a thing with him; he said being on your knees was an execution position. I wondered why he would think that, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. He stood between my legs and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. After a moment he put his hand around my head and set one foot up on the mattress and laid me back across the bed so he could straddle my chest. He cradled my head in his hands and fucked my face.

I ran my hands over his muscles. He set his balls on my mouth then rose farther up over me, practically sitting on my face with his butt spread open, and sat down on my face. I was surprised when I felt his hand on me…he never touched me like that but he was going for my ass. I flung my legs out and pulled my hips up off the mattress to offer myself to him. He massaged my hole and probed then shoved his finger inside me. I moaned around his cock as his hard, big fingers, long ad thick bore into me like a small cock. Bigger than some cocks I’d seen. I groaned louder and squealed when he found my prostate. I was amazed how the dam thing worked. It just lay there inside of me with all the rest of my internal organs with no feeling whatsoever till something touched it then it showed no mercy. Neither did Jason. He rubbed the nut/gland and tapped it gently with his finger tips. I went nuts, groaning and whimpering around his cock and twisting my butt around.

“I think you need something bigger than my finger,” he said.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved down between my legs. He unceremoniously popped my hole with his cock but went no farther. I squeezed my sphincter tightly around the rim.

“God, that feels good, you’re so tight; your ass muscles are so powerful.” After a few seconds he asked, “Do you want some more?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please, yes sir…fuck, man, just give it to me.”

Laughing, he eased eleven inches of hot, thick cock inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he skewered me on his huge meat and I groaned as he started fucking me. “When you’re ready to come, I want it in my mouth,” I said.

“Sure. Man, you really like the stuff, don’t you?”

“I want to take the taste of you back with me,” I said.

He fucked me slowly, gently, like he was making love to me, although I knew he wasn’t. I knew how he liked to get right into it…he was very physical…he liked to fuck…yet he was being so gentle and I had to wonder about that, too.

“You don’t have to make love to me,” I said.

“I’m not, but I want it to be as much for you as it is for me,” he said.

“Fuck me then,” I said. “Fuck me like you know you want to.”

He fucked me. He really fucked me, like a machine. I had to chew on my shorts to muffle my outcries. Surprisingly, he fucked me for nearly an hour the first time. Usually he fucked hard and fast and got off right away the first time then the all the other times would last longer. But he seemed intent on building up a real head of steam. Suddenly he pulled his cock out.

“You said you wanted it,” he said hoarsely as he crawled up over me on his knees, fisting his cock. I opened my mouth and he held my head just right to make a target. Suddenly he was shooting out great long thick ropes of come. Some hit my face but most of it found the target and my mouth quickly filled up. It was running out of the corner of my mouth by the time he was done. He leaned up to squeeze his cock and milk out the rest of it into my mouth. I wallowed it around for a moment, savoring the texture and the taste of him.

“Was that enough for a taste to take back with you?” he asked.

I mumbled with my mouth full, unable to speak.

He put his thumb on my chin to push my jaw down and open my mouth. “That is hotter than hell, seeing my come in your mouth and you swallowing the stuff.”

We rested and talked for awhile but I knew he would want it again, and I was ready, willing and able to give it to him on command. I would’ve loved to stretch him out and suck his cock and make love to him and worship his body but I was happy with anything he wanted to do. I did suck him, as I often did, to another hardon. It was a time when I was able to gulp and pull his cock into my throat for a minute or so before he got hard. “You need to rest,” I chided him as I moved astraddle him. I rose up, aimed his cock and sat down on it.

“Ohh, Goddd!” he groaned.

I twisted around and slid back and forth on his loins, making his cock lob around inside me.

“Oh, fuck, I love it when you do that!” I rode him for a half hour, most of that time fighting down my climax. It was always there; ready to happen, with his cock pounding my prostate. I was getting good at holding off.

“I wanta cum,” I told him.

“Hey, it’s your show,” he said.

I rode him hard as I worked myself up. It didn’t take long. It was only a matter of letting go, not holding it back. At the crucial moment I sat down hard and rode back and forth with his cock buried inside me, not up and down. I hit his face with a volley of cum and he quickly held both hands down in front of my cock to shield himself from it. I shot all over his hands and he was a mess. I sucked in fresh air to keep the stars away. “Fuck, man, you needed that, didn’t you?” he said, lying there helpless. He didn’t know what to do. He had my cum all over his face and he couldn’t wipe it off because his hands were full of cum. He started to reach for the sheet but I stopped him. “I’ll take care of it,” I said. I took his hands and flattened them on his stomach, dumping the cum out and smearing it all over him. Then I leaned up and began kissing the cum off his face and lapping it off his forehead sucked if off of his chest. All the while I was rubbing the stuff over his hard abs.

“Fuck this is hot, like a cum bath and massage.” Yeah, he was coming around, I thought, with a smile.

We didn’t waste much time recuperating. We didn’t have the time and I wanted to give him all he needed to sustain him until he came back; and myself, too. “I’m getting close, where do you want it?” he asked as he was fucking me for the second time.

I told him to shoot in my ass. He always left me a little dazed and disoriented when he fucked me. It was so intense and usually non-stop. It took me a minute for my brains to settle. He paused but his cock didn’t do down all the way and when it did, it raised right back almost on command.

“Shit, is that thing on a switch?” I asked.

On my stomach, he mounted me again. He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my butt back hard onto his cock. I picked up on it and met his thrusts with my ass. He hunkered up over me, astraddle my butt, and fucked me unmercifully. The position, the tilt of my butt, seemed to let him go even deeper. He fucked me so hard that the head of the bed banged against the wall. Finally, he stopped, pulled out, stepped off the bed and pulled the bed several feet away from the wall. Then he climbed back on and resumed fucking me. My own pleasure was so intense and without letup. It was like one continuous, unending climax. My body responded periodically with a load of cum…I don’t know where it all came from…but it was almost out of my control.

He shot me full. Relieved, his legs started to tremble. As I leaned forward and collapsed on the bed and he collapsed on top of me. I was lying in the warmth of my own cum. “Damn, you know how to fuck,” I said, a little out of breath. We rested for a short while and I felt his cock growing hard inside me. “Feels like you flipped the switch,” I said.

“Is it okay if I stay in there?” he asked. “We’ll roll over on our sides so I’m not crushing you.”

We lay spooned, his cock throbbing in me. It was one of my favorite positions, and I think his. I fully expected him to fuck me again but it was enough for the moment. It would be hard to say whether he fucked me two, three, four times or if it was just one long, continuous fuck, for his cock never completely went down.

When he’d had enough I pulled my pillow down with me down on the bed so I was facing his manhood. I took his cock in my mouth and went to sleep. I dreamed about us, and I was angry when I woke up but it was nice that I still had his cock in my mouth. I looked up and Jason was lying there watching me. He smiled and that turned into a laugh. “You’ve been laying there sucking on my cock like a baby taking a tit,” he said.

“Your milk’s got more protein in it than mother’s milk, though,” I said. He looked at his watch. “Is it time for you to go?” I asked.

“Getting close.”

I went to work on his cock full force. Before it was completely hard I moved to his balls then nuzzled down under them and went for his ass.

“Ohhh, fuck…we can’t do this,” he said as he pulled me up beside him. “You know what’s gonna happen if I get started.”

So we lay together. It was like he didn’t want to let go of me. I looked at his watch again. “We ought to shower so you can get back,” I said.

It was fun showering together. I washed his body without it turning sexual; it was more erotic for me. When he was drying off I took the towel to do it for him.

“I want to kiss you goodbye,” I said. “Not that way,” I added jokingly.

I kissed each of his pecs. I kissed his abs then down to his thighs and buried my face in his crotch to breath in the clean male aroma of him. I turned him around and kissed each side of his butt. It was he who pulled them apart so I could kiss his asshole. I stood up and he turned to face me. Before I knew what was happening he put his arms around me, one across my shoulders the other around my waist and with his hand on my butt.

“I want to kiss you good-bye…like this,” he said. It was such a tender, passionate kiss, laced with desperation and a dozen other emotions that neither of us could sort out or even cared about. I felt the surging tingle all through me but oddly neither of us got hard. “Looks like I wore it out,” he said as we parted and he looked at his cock.

“It wasn’t that kind of kiss,” I said.

“No. No, I guess it wasn’t,” he said.

I watched him get dressed. It was a meticulous process, putting on each piece of gear and equipment.

“You get your ass back here in one piece when you’re done,” I said.

“I will. Don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen. They called for the best and that’s what they got.”

“Your self confidence is as sexy as you are. Just hearing you talk like that gives me a hardon.”

“Well, you’re going to have to take care of it yourself. I’ve got a job to get done,” he said. By his tone he had turned into that steely-hard, professional that made him the man he was.

We walked back to my barracks and stood at the gate. He looked at his watch again. I’m running late, can you get me a ride to my unit?” he asked the guard.

We stood and talked small talk till a Jeep pulled up. “Where are you headed?” I asked him. He didn’t tell me. I stood and watched him drive away.

“Where’s he headed?” the guard asked me.

“He didn’t tell me.”

“Special Ops, isn’t he?”

“Navy Seal. I think he’s a sniper, but he’s never said so.”

“Navy Seal and a sniper? He’s gotta have a pair of the biggest balls in the navy,” the guard said.

“He has,” I said, but the guard didn’t get my meaning.