didn’t sit there and rotate his hips in slow circles, and he didn’t lean
forward and kiss the sergeant on the lips. They’d both gotten what they’d wanted and
they were both satisfied. Sgt. Buck slapped his ass a couple of times and said, “Thanks,
buddy, that was good. You’ve got a nice ass.”
Gregory pushed against his chest, let his dick slide out, and said, “You’re
welcome, sir.” Then he fake-punched him in the stomach and laughed before he went into
the bathroom to clean up.
They met like this every Monday night for the remainder of Gregory’s basic
training. Sometimes Gregory sucked Sgt. Buck’s dick and sometimes he just splashed his
balls around in his mouth for a while because he knew the sergeant liked it. But after the
first time Gregory rode his cock, these hour-long encounters always ended with Sgt.
Buck fucking him raw. The man was a natural stud. He fucked Gregory on his back with
his legs in the air, over the kitchen table with his face pressed to the Formica, and inside
the shower with hot water running down his face. He fucked him so hard in the bathtub
one night, Gregory had a double orgasm and knocked the soap holder off the wall. They didn’t exchange knowing glances or tender moments. They didn’t take walks in the
woods and talk about their futures. The only romance they shared was Gregory’s
unyielding mission to please the sergeant’s strong sexual needs and the sergeant’s
genuine respect for Gregory’s kind heart and gentle spirit. He always thanked Gregory
when it was over, and he always walked him to the door and held it open for him.
They became excellent fuck buddies and very good friends at the same time.
Gregory looked up to the sergeant for wisdom and advice, and Sgt. Buck was always
there to protect him from harm. When basic training was over and Gregory was supposed
to be shipped overseas to Korea, Sgt. Buck pulled a few strings and got him stationed in
Japan to keep him safe from danger.
The night before Gregory was shipped out, Sgt. Buck cooked him a steak dinner
in the little apartment, and Gregory thanked him later by slowly licking his entire body,
from the bottom of his feet to the top of his forehead, before they fucked. The sergeant
fucked him on his back that night, with Gregory’s legs wrapped around his waist. After
they came, he shoved his dick into Gregory’s hole as far as it would go, and he said, “I’m
going to miss you, buddy.”
Gregory reached forward and gently squeezed his huge biceps. Then he licked his
lips and said, “Hmm…I’m really going to miss you, too, sir.”
* * * *
In Japan, Gregory learned how to take shorthand, and he became a court reporter
for the U.S. Army. He liked his job and he was good at it. For fun, he met a few other
guys like Sgt. Buck who couldn’t wait to bend him over and spread his legs wide. The
Army food was awful, but he enjoyed the bathhouses in Tokyo. He liked relaxing in the warm tubs while three or four Asian guys rubbed and caressed his naked body with oils
and soaps. He learned all about dildos one weekend when he was on leave; he found a
place where he could lie in a sling suspended in mid-air while someone slipped a fake
cock in and out of his hole for hours. While they did this, and his legs were spread open,
he closed his eyes, held his dick, and imagined Kadin’s handsome face the entire time.
When he wrote his family back home, he always thanked his father for not
talking him out of the service. “I’ve met some of the greatest guys here,” he wrote once.
“Guys I’ll never forget. They made a real man out of me.” He did this on purpose; he
knew his father would smile when he read the letter aloud at the dinner table, never
imagining his son was getting his hole plugged on a regular basis by guys in
forward and kiss the sergeant on the lips. They’d both gotten what they’d wanted and
they were both satisfied. Sgt. Buck slapped his ass a couple of times and said, “Thanks,
buddy, that was good. You’ve got a nice ass.”
Gregory pushed against his chest, let his dick slide out, and said, “You’re
welcome, sir.” Then he fake-punched him in the stomach and laughed before he went into
the bathroom to clean up.
They met like this every Monday night for the remainder of Gregory’s basic
training. Sometimes Gregory sucked Sgt. Buck’s dick and sometimes he just splashed his
balls around in his mouth for a while because he knew the sergeant liked it. But after the
first time Gregory rode his cock, these hour-long encounters always ended with Sgt.
Buck fucking him raw. The man was a natural stud. He fucked Gregory on his back with
his legs in the air, over the kitchen table with his face pressed to the Formica, and inside
the shower with hot water running down his face. He fucked him so hard in the bathtub
one night, Gregory had a double orgasm and knocked the soap holder off the wall. They didn’t exchange knowing glances or tender moments. They didn’t take walks in the
woods and talk about their futures. The only romance they shared was Gregory’s
unyielding mission to please the sergeant’s strong sexual needs and the sergeant’s
genuine respect for Gregory’s kind heart and gentle spirit. He always thanked Gregory
when it was over, and he always walked him to the door and held it open for him.
They became excellent fuck buddies and very good friends at the same time.
Gregory looked up to the sergeant for wisdom and advice, and Sgt. Buck was always
there to protect him from harm. When basic training was over and Gregory was supposed
to be shipped overseas to Korea, Sgt. Buck pulled a few strings and got him stationed in
Japan to keep him safe from danger.
The night before Gregory was shipped out, Sgt. Buck cooked him a steak dinner
in the little apartment, and Gregory thanked him later by slowly licking his entire body,
from the bottom of his feet to the top of his forehead, before they fucked. The sergeant
fucked him on his back that night, with Gregory’s legs wrapped around his waist. After
they came, he shoved his dick into Gregory’s hole as far as it would go, and he said, “I’m
going to miss you, buddy.”
Gregory reached forward and gently squeezed his huge biceps. Then he licked his
lips and said, “Hmm…I’m really going to miss you, too, sir.”
* * * *
In Japan, Gregory learned how to take shorthand, and he became a court reporter
for the U.S. Army. He liked his job and he was good at it. For fun, he met a few other
guys like Sgt. Buck who couldn’t wait to bend him over and spread his legs wide. The
Army food was awful, but he enjoyed the bathhouses in Tokyo. He liked relaxing in the warm tubs while three or four Asian guys rubbed and caressed his naked body with oils
and soaps. He learned all about dildos one weekend when he was on leave; he found a
place where he could lie in a sling suspended in mid-air while someone slipped a fake
cock in and out of his hole for hours. While they did this, and his legs were spread open,
he closed his eyes, held his dick, and imagined Kadin’s handsome face the entire time.
When he wrote his family back home, he always thanked his father for not
talking him out of the service. “I’ve met some of the greatest guys here,” he wrote once.
“Guys I’ll never forget. They made a real man out of me.” He did this on purpose; he
knew his father would smile when he read the letter aloud at the dinner table, never
imagining his son was getting his hole plugged on a regular basis by guys in
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