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I caught that little hottie around the waist and pulled him to me as I heard the door shut on its spring behind me. Haynes had one hand on my crotch feeling the hardon that has been there throbbing while I paced and waited for him to show up, and his other hand had an overflowing handful of my balls. He was grinning mischievously up at me.

“You better be ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked,” I growled down, meeting his shit-eating grin.

“And how would you know how I’ve been fucked before?” he taunted, rubbing my huge hardon and squeezing my balls in a way he couldn’t possibly know I loved.

I hissed at his grip on my nuts and thrust into his dual grips on me. “Yeah, stud,” he said, “I knew those bull-sized balls of yours could take some attention!”

With that I couldn’t take it anymore, and I bent over quickly and hefted him over my shoulder – the tried and true fireman carry – which earned me a loud “FUCK YEAH!” from him, and I had him the few steps to my bedroom in no time. When we got in there I felt his hardon – his BIG hardon – against my shoulder, and when I let him down I was careful to steady him by my big hand on his crotch as I lowered him to the edge of my bed.

Without being told, he had his hands at my belt and pants waist, and he had me open and out and his mouth stretched around me before I could steady my legs and get a good stance. Or maybe it was the way his hot, wet mouth sucked me in halfway without any effort, and the way he was sucking me and gripping my low-hanging bullnuts that had my legs weak.

I took a good grip on his head and decided to go with the blowjob, pulling his head down farther with every in-stroke. “OMMMMMGMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHH FFRRRRRRRRRUUUUGGGGG MMMYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHH!” he exclaimed as I pushed his limits.

He gagged and sputtered . . . and kept sucking just as hard and deep and kept working at it until he finally got my huge cockhead past his choking point and into his throat. He gave out a loud but completely unintelligible cry, which I took as victory, and I held his head there and GROUND my groin into his face, loving the feel of his throat tight around my throbbing veiny shaft and pulsing head. It could have been that he was about to vomit I realized and finally let him pull back, which he did quickly enough that I knew I’d pushed a bit too far. Yet after a gasp and a quick swipe across his chin to catch the copious drool, he was back on me again, this time forcing himself onto me and taking me all the way again.

Haynes apparently knew what he liked, and he reached with the hand that had been pulling my ass toward his face and found my hand resting on his shoulder and put it hard against his head. Yeah . . . he liked being skull-fucked. It would have been inhospitable to refuse a guest, now wouldn’t it?

So I went to work face-fucking that hot boy, holding his head in a tight grip, enjoying all the sounds of eager pleasure he made as much as the sounds of him choking and gasping for breath. THEN he started pulling on my sac and squeezing my balls and rubbing them, and I knew he was in it to win it.

“Haynes,” I panted, “If you do that much more, you’re going to make me cum just like that.”

“MMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he growled around my cock, sending my nerve endings farther into orbit as he sucked harder and worked my nuts more. Well, what the fuck anyway – no problem going more than once here, and he wanted it, and I had the advantage of knowing I was clean . . .

That was my last coherent thought, as my balls erupted more suddenly than I’d ever cum in my life, and skyrockets burst in my head and throughout my body. I had his head SHOVED into my groin and held him there TIGHT while I began to unload down his throat. “OH FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You fucking wanted it now heeeeeeerrrrrrreeeeeeeeee ittttttttttttt cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmms!” I shouted.

Haynes gulped and squirmed and moaned with every shot, struggling, but not desperately, as I unloaded what felt like about a quart of seed down his throat. Then he really was struggling, and I let go of my vise grip on his head, and he pulled back and inhaled a long gasp of air! “Sorry,” I told him as he caught his breath.

“NO!” he gasped, still catching his breath and licking his lips. “FUCK!” he panted. “That. Was. Fucking. AWESOME!” he sputtered out through gasps and pants.

OH YEAH – this boy was fucking HOT! I had him under his arms, pulled him to his feet, had his pants open and then pulled them down enough to get a good grip, shoved him back onto his butt and back on the bed and pulled his pants down to his sneakers and got those off, not particularly gracefully, but effectively. He yanked off his shirt and threw it as I got out of my shoes and pants which had my ankles trapped before.

My huge, demanding hardon was waving in front of me as I yanked my own shirt over my head and flung it, and when I looked down after that, Haynes had his ankles high and wide, gripping them to make himself open to me. FUCK that was HOT!

I dove on him and had his huge hardon in my mouth, returning the favor. He was huge for a guy his size – hell he would have been huge for a guy six feet! His cock was wet at the tip when I first took it in, and the taste of him stoked me need and kept my hardon at full attention and ready for repeat action.

I throated that monster like the cocksucking champ I am, and I deliberately let my drool run down around his root and into his crack. Using my spit to ease the breach, I had my long middle finger fully inside him and was adding a second, all the while sucking him as eagerly as he’d worked me.

Haynes was moaning and crying out, particularly when my two big fingers were inside him and I jabbed his prostate the first time. “OH JESUS FUCK!!!!!” he shouted. So I did it again and got a “OH FUCK STTTOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!” Not exactly what I was expecting.

He was clawing and clutching at my head and trying to wriggle his ass away off my fingers. WHAT THE FUCK? I pulled off his cock and let it slap wetly against his groin and abs and looked up at him. “What?”

“FUCK, captain, I want the first time I cum for you to be when you FUCK it out of me . . . with that massive fuckweapon you call a cock! That’s the way I want to cum . . . at least the first time!”

Part of me wanted to show him who was in control – the reflex of an alpha top with a HOT bitch in my bed who needed to be reminded who was who. But the other part of me – my cock and nuts, which were clearly in control – were saying OH FUCK YES!

I held his gaze for a moment, until I saw his resolve waiver to uncertainty as to whether he’d ruin the moment. Then, satisfied that I’d proved my point of control – or deluded into thinking I had! – I dove tongue first into that hole and began spitting him full of drool lube and tongue-fucking him.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” he cried and pulled his legs back to his chest to get his hole open to me more than it was already. He was grinding into my face and moaning and exclaiming, and I just kept working that hole, loving the way his assmuscle grabbed my tongue, feeling him loosen but also controlled and clenching, knowing how that hot mancunt of his would feel wrapped around my thrusting cock.

“PPPPPlllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIITT FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!” he finally yelped, and I got in position.

I had him on his back, his face and torso full of sweat, his ankles in my grip, pulled up and wide, and I was teasing his hole with my dripping cockhead. I was pushing against him, rubbing my slimy cockhead around his hole, pushing enough but not quite enough and, basically, making him crazy. He was doing his best to push back against my cock, his fists clenched in the blanket on my bed, attempting to leverage himself onto my cock, but I just wouldn’t let him.

Haynes was whimpering and panting and begging and all the while staring straight into my eyes. “C’mon!” he finally yelled in frustrated need. So I pushed harder, and that got me an “OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” as I pushed past his stubbornly tight ring and felt my big dickhead punch into him. “AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he yelled, trying like crazy to force himself to breathe and relax.

I gave him a moment to get used to it, but I didn’t read him wrong when I pushed again while his ass was still clenching around me trying to push me out. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH GGGOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!” he cried as I pushed into him, knowing that he wasn’t ready but also knowing he wanted it. And then when I was half in I got a “YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” from him as he thrashed his head side to side.

So I gave a final, fast shove, and my nine-plus inches was balls-deep in him, only the sound of his gasp resonating now. “Yeah, that’s what you wanted isn’t it?” I said down to him.

His eyes snapped open again and bored into mine. “You. Gonna talk?” he panted, “Or. You. Gonna fuck. Me?” he got out, his stare defiant. And in case I didn’t get the point he ground his ass around a little harder against me.

“GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” I honestly roared and began pulling out and stopped just when my huge cockhead had his hole stretched wider and was about to plop out. Then I SHOVED it back in balls-deep HARD and FAST.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” was all I got from him as his eyes rolled back and his ass was filled with me again . . . and again, as my thrusts were now something I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

Haynes’ ass was like a tight, hot, wet vise around my cock, and I felt my nuts responding way too soon. I forced my thoughts away from the heaven in that hole and to combat and casualties, all the while pounding that little fucker mercilessly.

For Haynes’ part, he went between long, pleasure-filled cries to demands to fuck him harder, deeper, faster. And he fucked back into my thrusts like a champ. He still had his death grip on my blankets, and his face was more grimace than grin, but he met my gaze often and fully when he did.

He was so small that it was easy to vary things by pulling his ass up higher by pulling his ankles up higher, and I was still on my knees but now fucking into him from less of a downward angle when I hit his prostate the first time. “YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” he hissed when I did, and his body jolted, and his ass clenched HARD on me. That felt pretty fucking good, so I started jackhammering that nub and enjoyed his writhing and spasms under and around me as I assaulted that spot of his.

Haynes’ cock had dripped enough pre on his abs that it was running down his sides and up toward his pecs because of the way I had his ass high in the air. It was so fucking hot! And his cock was twitching with each contact with his prostate, and he was bucking and thrashing around so much I almost didn’t notice when his balls pulled so tight I couldn’t even see them anymore.

“OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” he shouted, and then he was thrashing so wildly it was yanking my thrusting cock around. And his load began to shoot HARD down on his face, neck and basically all over him.

And the spasms around my cock and the sight of his cum shooting like a fire launcher had me over the edge the second time with him, and I began pumping my seed into him amid my own shouts . . . and his of appreciation. I’d shot twice when he pulled himself up by grabbing his calves and got his hand around my neck and pulled me down as my head thrashed in my own throes of release, and he clamped his lips against mine, holding us together there, kissing me and sucking my tongue and face as his ass sucked my seed.

When I’d finally stopped blasting, we were still kissing, and I let go of his ankles. His legs fell, and I wrapped him in my arms and continued the kiss. We were panting now, and just as clumsy in the kiss as we had been when both our bodies were spasming and writhing through our climaxes, just now it was our sweaty chests heaving against each other.

Haynes finally broke the kiss gently and pushed his forehead against mine, his embrace around my neck tighter – he didn’t want to let go. And for a marine who didn’t usually kiss, I not only didn’t want to let him go, I wanted more of his lips and tongue and mouth! “You were right,” he said quietly.

I felt his breath from his words against the sweat on my neck and collar bone. I had no idea what he was talking about, though. “What was I right about?”

“I’ve never been fucked like that before,” he said with a giggle.

A FUCKING GIGGLE? This little shit! “You think that’s funny? There’s plenty more where that came from, marine, IF you’re man enough to take it!”

I pulled away from him and held him so I could look at him and saw his grin. Of course he was, and that’s exactly what he wanted! He just grinned at me as I processed who was in control of what, my softening cock stopping it’s decline and making ready all over again, still inside the sexual Eden that was his ass.

“I’m going to need plenty of therapy if I’m going to be able to walk right again,” he finally said, his grin all the more evil.

“By therapy—“

“You know EXACTLY what I mean by ‘therapy’, captain!” he barked. My cock was almost back to as hard as it was when we started, and he wriggled his ass and let himself fall from my grip and back onto the bed. “You OBVIOUSLY know what I mean,” he said up to me, bringing his feet up and planting them on my pecs and giving my cock a squeeze with his assmuscles for good measure.

I saw when he squeezed my cock that he winced. “How about,” I started, and I lowered myself over him until he brought his legs out, and I could come down right on top of him, “We give ourselves a little time to enjoy what we just did before we do it again?” I asked. And before he could answer I planted my lips on his, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him this time . . . a long, deeply passionate swirl of tongue and brushing of lips and a bite or two . . .

“Damn, captain,” he said when I finally let his lips free and retracted my tongue.

He was DAMN cute, there grinning up at me. “I’m Bill,” I said, looking down at him and feeling like I’d told him my most intimate secret as I gazed at him, full of desire and full of pleasure and full of intent for much more of both.”

“Jonathan,” he said. “Jon to my friends.”

“Am I a friend?” I asked.

“OH SHIT YEAH I sure as hell hope so!” he laughed.

We kissed again, and we talked in short questions and answers in between, and then kissed some more.

Somehow it got to be twenty-one hundred, and we’d fucked again and had settled afterward to where I was on my side and he was in my arms little-spooning back against me wrapped in my arms. The air in my bedroom was full of our sweat and sex, and it was better than any aroma ever! I was still inside him, still hard, but in no hurry. There would be plenty more – of all of this – but right now I was starving. Licking his tasty cumloads off him wasn’t going to do it for dinner, just like my first load down his gullet wasn’t going to do it for him.

“Shower and that dinner I promised you,” I said simply. He was quiet, and I didn’t think he’d fallen asleep. “Jon?”

By way of acknowledgment Jon clenched his strong arms against mine and held himself even closer against me. “I like this too much,” he confessed quietly.

“Not TOO much,” I corrected, and he twisted his head uncomfortably to look at me. “Just as much as I do,” I answered his unspoken question.

Jon’s face beamed, and I felt awesome for it. This was supposed to be a dirty little fuck with a dirty little fucker who’d teased me up and got taught a lesson. And maybe that had been what we’d done, but here I was and here he was, and both of us were pushing out at those parameters. I was thinking how much I’d enjoy being at dinner with him . . . talking to him, getting to know more about him, knowing irrationally that I’d love everything I found out about him, knowing I’d bed half-hard if not more the whole dinner because I knew we’d come back and fuck more . . .

“I appreciate it,” stopped my brain’s like-overload for Jon.

“You appreciate it?” I asked.

“You saying that, Bill. But I know what this was, and it’s my stupid head – the big one – going off on a tangent here and—“

“STOP!” I commanded, too forcefully because it shook him. “Let’s get one thing straight here – we can play and tease and go at each other in every way that makes us HOT and gets us off; but I NEVER lie and would never say something that would lead you on. I meant exactly what I said, Jon.”

He squirmed around until he was facing me – never lost my gaze doing so – and he put his hand up and gently caressed the side of my face. Tentatively he raised up and closed his eyes, and I bent down and met his lips, and we kissed . . . again . . . gently this time, but equally as passionately as we had before when were still blasting our nutloads or fucking hard into each other . . . or both. When it was over he put his head back and looked at me, his beautiful green eyes a little wetter than before.

My heart raced, and a part of my thoughts were telling me to back off, run, that this was just a hookup – and one with another marine stationed where I was, which was NOT good! – and what the fuck did I think I was doing anyway! But the most of me felt not only sexually stupendous but also like there might be something for me here . . . with Jon. If nothing else, the sex was GREAT, and he fit well in my big arms! Laughing a little to myself I just shook my head.

“What’s so funny?”

Then I really laughed. “Well, ya see,” I started, wondering if I should tell him or not. But I was in his spell apparently, and my brain was not in control, and I spilled out how I got the injury more explicitly than I had when I’d seen him in the therapy room – the aggressive tennis with the hot French guy, the aggressive sex with the hot French guy and the kicker that made me laugh. “I thought at the time the sex wasn’t that great with him. But if none of that had happened, I wouldn’t have ended up naked on your massage table today. And if I hadn’t ended up naked on your massage table –“

“My ass wouldn’t feel like I’d been fucked by a tree trunk!” he finished with a smile.

I laughed with him. “That bad?”

“That GOOOOOOD!” he said with a wink. “Now – about that dinner?”