Tangled Sheets (27 page)

Everyone looked at me, and I started to protest. But before I could say anything, John had come over and grabbed my hands. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. Finally, I stood up, hoping my erection wasn't too obvious.

“Help me take these off,” John said, turning around so that his back was to me and moving my hands down to his waist. I tried to say no, but Ben urged me on. “Oh, go on, Tom. You're going to need all the help you can get tomorrow night. You might as well practice now.”

I nervously put my hands around John's waist, feeling the heat of his skin, the muscles of his torso tensing against my fingers. I'd never held another man like this, and I was suddenly overcome by a strong need to take him in my arms, to feel my hands on his chest. Instead, I took hold of his shorts, pulling them slowly down over his ass. As I did, inch after inch of honey-colored skin slipped into view. His ass cheeks were firm, swelling out like twin halves of a perfect peach. And unlike his chest, John's ass was smooth, the surface of his globes perfectly clean.

I pushed his shorts down his legs, letting my hands stroke the hard muscle and thick hair as I moved down his thighs. I could feel his cock and balls spring out as the shorts slipped over them, but I was afraid to touch them. While I was getting incredibly turned on by touching him, I didn't want the other guys to think this was anything more than a joke.

John stepped out of his underwear and kicked them out of the way. Still with his back to me, he spread his legs and bent over, so that his balls hung down between his legs and the rosy pucker of his asshole was inches from my face. The sight of his clean-shaven hole was unbearable, and I didn't care if he was a man. Without thinking, I put my hands on his beautiful ass, grabbing handfuls of his hot man flesh. Leaning forward, I licked at the smooth skin, letting my mouth move into the valley of his crack. My tongue found its way to the center and sank into the tight folds of John's hole. Inside it was musky and sweet, enveloping my probing tongue in warm folds.

John pushed against my face, driving me farther into his chute. As I ate out his ass, his smooth balls hung against my chin, rubbing seductively against my skin, and it occurred to me that this must be the one part of his anatomy he did shave. I moved under him and took one between my lips, letting the heaviness of it sit on my tongue as I sucked gently. I'd had my own nuts sucked many times, but nothing compared to the feeling I got from nuzzling John's balls, sliding my tongue around them, my lips pressed into the area behind his slick pucker.

I reached between John's legs and finally got to touch the prick that had been driving me crazy. John was only half-hard, but even so his cock was impressive. I wrapped my hands around it and stroked the shaft as I mouthed his balls, feeling it fill with heat. When it was fully hard, it stuck out from his body in a straight line. I fisted it as much as I could from behind him, enjoying the feeling of having his long, hard prick in my hand.

Turning John around, I came face to face with the object of my newfound desires. Erupting from a neatly clipped bush was a thick length of prime cock meat. The skin was the same burnished color as the rest of John, the big head slightly darker. I had never seen another man's hard prick close up before, and now I had one waiting for me to do whatever I wanted with it.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the length of John's shaft until I came to the head. I wasn't entirely sure what to do with it, but I opened my lips and slid as much as I could into my mouth. My jaw ached as I tried to accommodate John's thickness, but the excitement of giving my first blow job made me determined to make it a good one. I stretched my muscles and swallowed a few inches of the big Italian's tool, until I just couldn't take any more.

John began to rock in and out of my mouth slowly, letting me feel every thrust. I liked the way his skin slid so smoothly and easily over my tongue, the way the head came to rest against my lips when he was almost all the way out. Grabbing his hot ass, I pushed him into me and mouthed him heatedly, slurping at whatever I could take down my throat. John's hands rested on either side of my head, guiding my movements as he fucked my virgin mouth.

As I was deep-throating John's tool, I felt a third hand on my shoulder, and then I remembered the rest of the guys. In my excitement I had forgotten that John and I were not alone in the room. I couldn't believe I was blowing some guy I'd never seen before in front of the men who were going to be in my wedding tomorrow. I was too embarrassed to look and see who was behind me.

“Not bad for a beginner,” I heard Ben say. “But maybe it's time to give someone else a turn at that mouth of yours.”

Shocked, I let John's prick fall from my lips and turned around. Ben was standing there completely nude. Out of his clothes, he was stunning. His body was molded to perfection, every muscle defined, every part of him firm. And sticking out from between his legs was a cock bigger than any I'd seen outside a porn video. I couldn't do anything but stare at it as Ben rubbed the oversized head. I had seen his limp prick, in the showers and locker room, but I'd never imagined it could be so huge when it was worked up.

Ben reached down and pulled me to my feet. Then he leaned forward and kissed me, his lips closing heatedly around mine. As his tongue slammed into my waiting mouth, his big fingers quickly undid the buttons of my shirt and pulled it off of me. He ran his hands over my chest appreciatively, working his way down into my pants to squeeze my cock.

“Why don't we bring this out,” he said, undoing my jeans and pushing them off along with my shorts. Free, my prick stood at attention. I still couldn't quite believe all of this was happening, and I looked around to make sure it wasn't all some kind of a dream. Over on the couch, Bill and Alan had taken their cocks out of their pants and were stroking them as they kissed. I watched as my old soccer buddies played with themselves, Bill sliding the skin of his short, fat, uncut tool over the head, Alan with his hand wrapped around a cock that, like its owner, was long and thin.

Ben led me to the couch and pushed me down on it. Then he straddled me, standing on the cushions with his hands on the wall behind me so that his big boner was aimed at my mouth. It was oozing thick drops of precum from the piss slit, and I licked them up greedily, the salty taste filling my mouth. Opening wide, I slid my lips over my best friend's prick.

While Ben slow-fucked my mouth, John knelt between my legs and started to suck my aching cock. His hot mouth slid expertly up and down my shaft, his tongue tickling the tip mercilessly. Each time I felt about to blow my load, he stopped, then began all over again, bringing me to the edge. It was the best blow job I'd ever had, and I knew that nothing any woman did would ever compare to the thrill of having a hot, masculine stud servicing my tool, unless it was the rush I was experiencing having my own mouth wrapped around Ben's massive crank.

My nuts were about to explode when John finally stopped. Ben too pulled away from me, leaving me hungry for more of his dick. John went over to where Alan and Bill were going at it on the other couch. By now they had their clothes off, and Alan was busily going down on Bill, slurping noisily at the cock in his mouth while he continued to jerk himself off. John, deciding it was time for another show, knelt behind Alan and spread his ass cheeks. Spitting into his palm, he greased his prick in long strokes while he fingered Alan's hole. Then he leaned forward and shoved his boner right up Alan's shitter, putting his hands on Alan's shoulders to pull himself in.

I watched John fuck Alan's ass, the fat cock slipping in and out. Alan continued to suck Bill's prick as John deep-ended him, moaning loudly whenever John slammed in particularly hard. Seeing my jock buddy getting rammed by the big Italian while he sucked on Bill's dong made my balls burn. I turned to Ben, who was sitting next to me, also watching the action and jerking off.

“I want you to do that to me,” I said, looking at his huge piece and wondering how the hell it was going to get inside my cherry ass.

Ben looked surprised. “Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded, and he smiled. “I was hoping you'd say that.”

I lay down on the couch and Ben positioned himself between my legs. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed one finger against my hole until it slipped inside. It was uncomfortable at first, but once I relaxed it was wonderful, and soon Ben was thrusting three fingers deep inside me. As I watched the action on the other couch, Ben's thick fingers worked my chute until I was squirming and begging him to fuck me.

“Put your cock in,” I said.

Ben swung my legs over his shoulders and moved forward. When I felt his big head press against me, I thought about asking him to stop. But the moans of pleasure coming from across the room wiped away any hesitations I had. Ben pushed in, and I inhaled sharply as he tore into me, my hands gripping his hairy forearms tightly.

Once he was in, he waited for a minute until I could get my breath back. Then he began to fuck me, and all I could concentrate on was the incredible waves of pleasure that were moving through me as his tool slid in and out of me, stretching me wider and wider. His fat cock hammering my ass was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. My prick jumped every time his big head hit my sensitive prostate, and pretty soon I was leaking like a stream from my swollen head.

I used my own lube to jerk off with as Ben pumped me faster and faster, grunting as he banged my hole. Alan, Bill, and John had come over to stand around the couch, watching as Ben fucked me senseless. They were all fisting their cocks, their hands flying over their meat furiously. Seeing them all beating their joints over my face turned me on even more, and I reached up and pinched Ben's big tits in my fingers, twisting them until he groaned.

Ben increased his thrusts, slamming against me quickly. He was holding my legs wide apart, his fingers clamped around my ankles so that he could hammer my butt. My balls shook every time he plowed into me, and I could feel the pressure building in them. Then he pulled almost completely out and slammed back in again, and I felt his prick tense as he shot deep inside me, his knob spitting again and again into my ass.

At the same time, John's prick shot out a thick stream of cum that hit me in the face, soaking my mouth in his rich spunk. I caught as much as I could as it slipped over my lips, sucking in the thick sweetness. Alan was next, his load splashing over my neck. Bill came last, adding his cream to the rivers that coated my body, the ropes that fell from his prick landing on my balls and covering my hand in sticky, wet heat.

Ben had continued to fuck me after he came, and now I was unable to hold off any longer. Stroking my prick one last time, I emptied my balls, spurting load after load into the air. Drops fell on my face and over my chest as I came again and again, my body shaking from the pleasure of the release.

Later that night, I lay in bed with Ben, my head on his chest. “There really wasn't any mistake, was there?” I asked him.

Ben grinned. “I couldn't think of any other way to get you into bed,” he said. “John's a buddy of mine, and I asked him to do this as a favor to me.”

“Now I know why all of those girlfriends of yours disappeared so quickly. But what about Bill and Alan?”

“I don't know what they're into,” Ben said. “This may have been the one and only time they'll do it with another guy, although judging from the way they both took John's prick up their asses later on I'd doubt it. I didn't really think about them. I just wanted you to know how I felt about you before I didn't have another chance, that's all.”

I went to sleep thinking about what had happened. I didn't know what it made me, either, but I knew that Ben had touched something inside of me that no one had reached before. The next morning the four of us were dead tired from our orgy of the night before, barely managing to get up in time for the wedding. As I stood at the altar next to my bride, radiant in her flowing white dress, I tried to keep myself from thinking about the night before. I tried to listen to the priest's words, but my mind kept returning to the image of all those men shooting their loads on me. I started to feel my cock stiffen in my tuxedo and prayed the hard-on would go away. But the harder I tried, the more the sounds and smells of fucking, sweaty bodies filled my head.

All of a sudden I heard the priest's words. “Do you take this woman as your lawful wedded wife?”

I looked over at Ben and remembered how good his prick had felt sliding in and out of my asshole. I recalled waking up in his big, strong arms with my head against his chest. He looked back at me, his dark eyes filled with longing. I turned back to the priest. I knew I was going to have a lot of explaining to do as I opened my mouth and began, “Well, actually . . .”

T
hirteen weeks of active duty running training missions for fresh-hatched leathernecks hadn't done much for my personality, and I wasn't in the mood for any shit when I drove my mud-splattered Jeep into camp at the tail end of another day mucking through the forest with a plebe squadron. Aside from nightly jerk-off sessions, I hadn't gotten laid in months, and I was getting real tired of having nothing to screw but my fist.

So when I saw the MP plates on the car parked in front of the office, I wished I'd just stayed back in the field. I've never met an MP I liked. They're all officious little pricks who aren't man enough to make it in real combat so they spend their lives hiding behind paperwork and getting off on making life miserable for us working grunts. I knew I was in for one long night.

As I got out of my Jeep and walked toward the office, I noticed the MP's car was new, without a speck of dirt anywhere on the shiny white paint. Peering through the tinted window, I could see it had air-conditioning. I looked back at my patched-up desert rat, with its cracked windshield and wired-together transmission.
Christ,
I thought,
look where a little ass kissing could have gotten you. You could be tooling around in this climate-controlled baby instead of drilling recruits in ninety-degree heat.

I opened the screen door to the office and went in, making sure I let it slam behind me. The MP was standing in front of my desk, looking over some progress reports I'd just typed up but hadn't sent in yet. He looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four, probably fresh out of school. His reddish hair was cut close to his head, and his skin was almost as white as the paint job on his car outside. His crisp uniform looked freshly laundered, and his black shoes gleamed like they'd just come out of the box. I looked down at my filthy pants and sweat-soaked T-shirt and decided that one of us definitely looked out of place.

Hearing the door bang shut, he turned around. He had a wide face, with deep-set blue eyes and full lips. “Sergeant Caffrey?” he asked. I nodded. “My name's John North. I'm with special projects, under Major Williams.”

That explained it. Williams was an old-timer, a real pain in the ass. He hated us drillers and was always ready to knock somebody back a peg or two if he got half a chance. If this kid was part of his team, it meant trouble.

“Under Williams, eh?” I said. “So what brings you down this way? I wouldn't think there was much here to interest HQ. Just a bunch of baby marines learning how to grow up.”

“That's just it, Sergeant Caffrey. Major Williams is concerned about recent problems in military morale. He's asked me to visit some of the camps and see how things are going.”

“What kind of problems?” I asked. All I needed was this punk poking around my camp trying to dig up something that would satisfy Williams and win him a promotion.

North looked like he had to tell me he'd knocked up my sister. “Homosexuals, sir. You know we've been getting a lot of pressure from militant civilian groups that want us to allow homosexuals into the military. There are even some elements within the corps that are supporting the movement. We're investigating to see if the problem is as widespread as some have reported.”

I stared North right in his eyes and sneered. “Queers in the marines?” I asked, frowning. “You're here because you think there are queers in my unit?”

North was startled, and he looked down at his feet, away from my gaze. “Don't take it personally, sir. This is a routine investigation. I'd just like to ask a few questions. If you don't mind.”

And I have a few answers I'd like to give you,
I thought. “Oh, hell. I guess if you have to you have to. Come on over to my tent and ask away.”

“Thank you, Sergeant,” he said. “I appreciate your time. I'm glad you understand how important it is that we do everything we can to stop this problem from destroying morale.”

“Anything I can do to help,” I said, slapping him on the back as we headed out the door. As we walked toward my tent, I watched North's round ass. My cock started tugging in my pants when I thought about the smooth white skin under the uniform and how I'd like to run my hands over it.
Yes, sir,
I thought. This was going to be one hell of an interview, and North was going to learn a lot more than he bargained for.

My tent sat about a hundred yards away from the office, situated by the makeshift showers. I liked the isolation. It was quieter away from the main camp, and besides, it gave me a chance to watch the men wash up. I'd blown more than a few loads watching pairs of hunky marines soaping each other up when they thought no one was looking. You'd be amazed what a few weeks in the outback will do to a guy who never dreamed he'd be sucking his buddy's spunk down his throat.

I opened the flap of my tent and ushered North in. He looked around at the sparsely furnished quarters, noting my cot, desk, and footlocker in one quick sweep. Apart from those few things, there wasn't much else to see except for the pile of dirty fatigues in the corner waiting to be washed. I pulled out my desk chair and offered North a seat. “It's not much,” I said. “But it's home.”

He sat down and removed a small notebook from his pocket. He opened to a clean page and made a note with his pencil.

“You don't mind if I change clothes, do you?” I asked. “These have taken quite a beating today.”

“No,” North answered. “Go ahead. I'm just going to ask you a few questions.”

I sat on my cot and unlaced my mud-caked boots. North turned a page in his notebook. “Have you seen any evidence of homosexual activity among your men?” he asked. This guy got right to the point.

I pulled off a boot and put it under my cot. “No, sir,” I replied. “Nothing like that with my boys.” I pulled off my other boot. “I'd definitely notice that kind of thing.”

North nodded, scribbling notes quickly. “What about any unusual behavior?”

I stood up and tugged my grimy T-shirt over my head. Even though I was ten years older than North, my body was in perfect condition. And my body wasn't the result of a few hours a week on some wimpy machines in an air-conditioned gym; it was forged from plain old hard work. The weeks of working out with my men had molded my pecs into two hard mountains, and my stomach was flat and ripped. I flexed and ran my hand over the hairy planes of my belly.

I noticed North glance up at me. When I looked back, he turned away quickly, burying himself in his notebook. “What do you mean by unusual?” I asked, rubbing my hand over my rock-hard tits.

North coughed. “Well, anything like two men spending an inordinate amount of time together. Loners not associating with the group.”

I unbuttoned my fatigues and let them fall to the floor. The outline of my big marine artillery was clearly visible through my white regulation boxers, and the thin cotton clung to my sweat-drenched skin, outlining every curve in sharp detail. I strolled over and stood right in front of North, my stiffening cock inches from his face.

Lazily rubbing my nuts, I slid the leg of my shorts up until the head of my prick was exposed. Dick drool was leaking from my swelling head and clinging to the thick dark hair on my thighs. “Is this the kind of behavior you're referring to, North?” I asked.

Before he could answer, I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him roughly off the chair and to his knees. He hit the ground with a soft thud, the notebook and pencil falling out of his hand. Keeping a firm hold on the scruff of his neck, I shoved his face into my crotch, stifling anything he might have been trying to say by pushing my cock against his mouth.

At first, North struggled against me, the velvet of his shaved head working against my hand as he tried to break free. But years of hard fieldwork made me much stronger than the classroom-raised paper pusher, and the harder he fought, the harder I ground his face into my steamy forest. Realizing he couldn't break my grip, North finally relaxed. His mouth began to travel along my shaft in long strokes, his lips sucking hungrily through my boxers. When he reached the swollen head, he slid his mouth around it, lapping up the heavy dew that was streaming out in sticky trickles. His tongue was hot and soft, and I wanted to feel him sucking the length of my prick, coaxing my load into his throat. But this game was only beginning, and before he could get any more in his mouth, I pushed him back.

I let go of his neck and shucked my shorts down. Freed from its prison, my prick stood out, arcing up and then falling back down as the big head broke the curve and dragged toward earth again. North stared wide-eyed at my thick, hairy shaft, then his eyes moved to the pair of bull nuts hanging between my legs. I looked down at him, at the mixture of fear and lust on his face, and saw a bulge sticking out from his neatly pressed trousers.

North leaned forward and tried to take my dick into his mouth, but I slapped his cheek. “Not so fast,” I barked. “You only get what I give you, and only when I say so.” He sat looking at me, his mouth begging me to free him from his frozen position. I let him wait a minute so he could think about what it would be like to suck my meat, sliding my hand slowly along my pole, rubbing the precum into my skin with my thumb. Then I pressed the greasy tip of my prick against his face, wiping a smear of cock spit across the pink blush of his clean-shaven cheek. Holding my dick loosely, my fingers around my balls, I traced the outline of his mouth, almost letting him encase my dick with his lips before moving quickly away and traveling down his neck.

I could see North was dying to suck me off, but I was enjoying teasing him. Several times I pushed my prick toward his mouth, each time changing course at the last second and leaving him hungry, his lips half-parted. Pretty soon his face and neck were coated in my precum, which he eagerly licked from around his mouth. I turned and sat on my cot, leaning back against the wall of the tent.

“I'm feeling a little sticky,” I said to North. “Why don't you come over here and give me a good tongue washing.”

The MP stood up and started to come toward me. “No,” I commanded. “I want you to crawl.”

North dropped and moved across the floor, the knees of his spotless pants picking up dirt, his hands in the dust. When he reached the cot, he knelt between my legs, looking up at me with his baby blue eyes. I put one big foot on his shoulder, smudging his white shirt with a streak of dirt.

“Start here,” I ordered.

North began licking my foot slowly, caressing the sides gently. He ran his tongue in between my toes, drawing each one into his mouth and washing off the day's work. He treated each toe like a cock, eagerly rolling his tongue around it and sucking steadily. When he was finished with the first foot I slung my leg over his shoulder, resting against him and letting him run his hand over my thigh, and put my other foot against his face. He gave it the same treatment, lapping up the grime and slurping at the skin hardened from daily seven-mile hikes in unforgiving regulation boots.

When he was finished with my feet, North moved slowly up my calf, lapping at the thick muscles of my leg and rubbing his cheek against my furry thighs. As he washed me, I stroked my aching meat, tugging a stream of quicksilver up from my waiting nuts and using it to slick the shaft. His tongue was leaving burning trails behind it as he slid over my skin, and the sight of his handsome face cleaning up my dirty legs was really stoking the heat in my balls.

When North reached my crotch, he tried once more to get his mouth on my cock. But again I pushed his head away. “Not until the rest of me is nice and clean,” I said harshly. I was teasing him mercilessly, but I was also tormenting myself. The thought of making North beg for my cock made me rock hard, and waiting created a delicious burn that crept slowly up my thighs and spread into my belly. Every time I held him back brought the pressure in my groin higher and higher, and I knew that when it blew I was going to shower everything in sight with my cum.

I lifted my arm and put it behind my head, flexing the muscle and exposing the forest of sticky hair. I pulled North up from his position between my legs and buried his face in my dank pit. It must have smelled like a barn in there after all the sweating I'd done, but he worked on me like it was a pool of fresh water and he'd been in the desert for three days without a drink. He sank his nose in my ripe fur and ground his face against me, his mouth working over the muscles of my shoulder and in and out of every inch of my underarm.

I let North roam free for the time being, and he proceeded to bathe the rest of me, sliding his mouth over my chest, licking up every bit of dust he could from the coarse, black hair that blanketed my skin. His lips surrounded my nipple, and he bit gently, his tongue massaging my bud into a frenzy. After exploring my other armpit, he worked his way down my stomach, licking out every valley thoroughly, like a lion washing its fur. His tongue swept into my navel, digging in and cleaning it out.

Seeing the young MP sucking up my grime was really working me up. I wanted to flip him over right there and pound the shit out of his virgin butt. Instead, I pushed his head into my groin. “Suck my nuts, boy,” I growled. “I know you've been waiting for them. If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you have a taste of my cock.”

North's mouth worked steadily at my hairy ballsac. One at a time, he pulled my nads in and rolled them around on his tongue, letting them slip into his throat like pieces of fresh fruit. Then he ran his tongue underneath my sac, causing me to shudder as he passed over the sensitive spot just under my nuts. I spread my legs wider, resting them on his back, and pulled my balls up with my hands to reveal the path to my asshole. North hesitated, and I pressed against his back with my feet, plunging his face headlong into my hairy ass crack and making him slurp up the funk between my meaty cheeks. I felt him probe my pucker tentatively and pushed against his face. His tongue slipped into my slimy butthole, and I groaned as he drank in my ass juice.