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A Major Fuck

by Billy Jay

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Sir, Can I have a pull on your dick? Yes, but you must start out with the lightest touch you can. I like to feel it. I like to feel it good. Crunching down his boxers in a move devoid of strain, a move that was athletic and masterful, he exposed his organ and I almost took it in my mouth when I felt the shock that came from seeing his erection. He was a major and I was a private--I did what he told me: no more, no less. He picked me because he had a special project for me and this was the project. I was going to have to satisfy him and that was an order made for me, a slutboy from when I was a kid. I've been fucking and sucking for years and now in the Army I found out how to do sex the Army way. When I enlisted I had green hair. No shit. I was into doing whatever the fuck I wanted to do. The idea of being around men all day long was something my cock wanted to do and I never disobey my cock. My cock is big and it lies down (sometimes it lays down) in Army issue boxers in Army issue pants and it waits for the chance to cum. Being a Chaplain’s Assistant gives me access to people who basically need sex or need better sex, so I was cut out for this job in which I have helped out about a dozen guys. They were mostly new recruits and pretty needy, but I never did anything with them that they didn't need real bad. Most of them needed to be fucked and I've got a fucking tool that knows how to get all I need, which is the way you give them what they need. Holding back is shit. I plow ass. Now it looks like the Major is going to give me his load up the ass and this fucker is mean. Gotta pray that my hole is tight enough for him and I'm gonna have to move my pretty ass in circles or buck or let my practiced butt muscles grab around that nasty pig's prick so that he gets his rocks off big time. Right now he wants strokes, so strokes he gets. His hands on his hips his head back, it looks like he's enjoying this little bit of excitement. I like to excite men. I'm a good soldier. "Soldier, I picked you because you were good looking and clean. Your FBI screening tells me you're a slutboy from off the streets. You, Private, are now going to suck my cock and let me know how much you love it." "Yes, Sir!" "Strip for me, soldier." "Yes, Sir!" There is something so wild about stripping for somebody who is as powerful as this man. Any story he makes up will be believed and I spend the rest of my youth in a military prison. So I strip just the way he wants me to strip. I don't waste time and I let him get off on what he's seeing. Socks and shoes come off first so that they don't get in the way of getting my clothes off in a way that has the Major panting and looking at me for what I am, a total sex slut able to make a man cum with three times the load he thought he had. When I got down to my military boxers, my pole was pushing straight out towards the Major like it was a flag in salute. There was Army issue precum at the top of the tent I made with my seven-inch cock. "C'mere, boy. Stand at ease." The Major toyed with the head of my cock through the boxers with his elegantly long fingers. For a whole minute, with my hands behind my back and my legs spread for him, he pleasured me in a way which had me moaning in my head--I didn't dare make a sound, but I let him know how good it felt by making my breath audible. His feathery touches were driving me wild and I began to jut my hips further forward for more, more, more of what he was doing to me. It was a good thing that my balls had risen in ecstasy because the bastard Major slapped my leathery ball sack sending a painful message to me that I was his, that any pleasure I got was only so he could get what he needed. Slutboys understand the pain that is in people's heads and so I took this correction he gave me and let him have the satisfaction of hearing me grunt in pain. "I like you, soldier. You take it like a man. Now I want you in my bunk and I'm going to fuck you until you cum for me. I want to feel your cum on me as I fuck you and lay my load in your gut. On your back, soldier! You are going to feel a cock like you never felt before. You are going to cum and you are going to feel my hot shot in you. I want you to beg for it and I want you to moan strong as I fuck your soldier pussy. Got it?" "Yes, Sir!!" Laying on my back completely open to whatever he wanted to do to me, I was totally unprepared for the Major's lips to touch upon mine in a tender kiss. He pried open my mouth very gently. His roughness and his tender and very warm wet kiss were opposites. Yet he was one man and I figured that his hard cock now pressing at my glory hole, there to ream me out was an expression of what the military life is all about. It is aggression and violence, under control, for the sake of life. The Major applied KY to my ass and to his hot six-inch tool. He was now going to fuck me and I wanted him to cum in a way that he had never felt before. My pussy is the best there is and he is going to know it. "Major, Sir, I don't think I can take you, it's hurting already, Sir." He only had the softest part of his cock in me and that, just at the opening to my fuck canal. "You'll take it and take it the way I give it--boy, you know what I'm going to do for you. Shut up and take it like a man!" With that he did just what I set him up to do--he gave me the full thrust, the whole fuckin' thing, right up to the hilt and I wailed in that wonderful pain. I felt him gain strength and hardness and now the best part began, the fucking! "Give it to me, Sir! Give it, give me all you got! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh!!" He gave me every kind of deep in the gut stroke I ever had and more. He was like an unstoppable train. A Hard Thing filling me with his power and I knew he was into me like nothing but his cock existed. But I existed and I felt the jumbled fullness of cum in my electric cock about ready to blow all the circuits in me the way cum-shock does. I could see the glaze in his eyes, which with that certain kind of slamming me with his sex said he was ready. He was moaning like he was being tortured. I was moaning because I was about to get his FULL LOAD. I was feeling ready for it..."Major, I'm going to cum! No Sir, Ohhhh Sir, I'm cummmming!!" Five power strokes like I never felt before warned me that I was about to be filled with his cum and then his CUM STROKES arrive!! I feel his hot semen fill me! "Oh, Sir!!" "Buddy, it feels pretty good don't it." The Major called me "Buddy." And he meant it. He kissed me in a way that said I wasn't just a thing to him. And that is what felt best.

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