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It's Ushbucks revenge.

LOL god damn you Ushbuck!!

Just ignore the little wanker. That'll make him go away. Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.

Dont worry chaps when the powers that be see this his coments his ass is toast

Example in point... http://www.prometheus-movie.com/community/forums/topic/1538 Its definitely Ushbuck/Buckethead...

Guys, I am just now aware of it and BugHunter is as well, since I jsut e-mailed him on it. I apologize I have been relocating to Cincinnati and haven't been on as much as I would like to handle situations like this. Here is the list of people you need to contact for these situations: Bughunter: Admin Rick: Moderator Sparticus: Moderator Ripley Clone 8: Moderator For bug related complaints regarding the website PM BugHunter for all other related issues relating to members and forum ettiquette. PM Sparticus or Ripley. If they can not help you PM myself and I will get with BugHunter and resolve any issues. If you have any questions regarding this please feel free to send me a PM. Regards, Rick Moderator

thanks :)

Yes, I think it's the same sick person, Ushbuck. On the one hand the moderators should take care of it, but otherwise the community must ignore this idiot ... just remember the old adage: Do not feed the troll.

There's no doubt in my mind people will be dissapointed. If you build it up so much and it doesn't reach your expectations you'll be let down. Despite anybody that didn't like Cameron's Aliens, he made the movie his own and tried to expand the story as opposed to rehashing what was previously done.

What build up? I bet you go on the common street and ask about prometheus, and most people will not know what your talking about. If anything 20th/ Fox has done a horrible job getting the word out. Only people this could affect are us fanboys. Then possibly so.

Ciefan , agreed. I think if fans go in with no expectations and don't compare Prometheus to Alien too much and just enjoy the ride they will be pleased. It will be extremely hard to one up or make a movie on par with Alien partially because we as a society have become desensitized to movies in general. Think about it for a minute , the Chestburster scene, multiple scenes in The Exorcist probably a few others I can't recall .Violence and gore at that level and believability were never seen or put on film until these films came out and this is why they are still talked about to this day. The pure newness of these types of scenes led to the shock and hit harder then. I really believe the chestburster scene if done today would not have the impact it did in '79 , although still very cool.

red hood ,I was talking about us. Most people I talk to when movies come up are like "oh, I might check that out when it comes out on DVD". At this point I realize,they don't get it.

Raven, let's not forget Empire Strikes Back. That was IMO superior to the original. I also worry this new film will turn out not to be what I thought it was, that maybe it's actually quite predictable if it's too much like the original Alien. From looking at the trailer it seems like a repeat of what took place in the first. Explorers go into a ship, one of them gets infected, and things get complicated from there. But at the same time, I can't see how Ridley would simply just follow the same thread. I think he knows better. I guess it wouldn't be too much to ask that the movie have at least 3 qualities. One, that it has something unexpected in it at least. Two, it has an interesting idea, which kind of ties into what I previously said. I wonder what his take is going to be on the origins of mankind. I find that aspect of the story intriguing. And three, that it scares the living daylights out of us. I don't care if it's gorey, gross, or has a lot of violence. I've never been one for gore, anyway. And the originals -Alien 1 and 2 - had a few strong scenes, but were never a gore fest, but incredibly scary. Anyway, if it has these three qualities, then my expectations will be satisfied. Is this asking too much? Tell me if you think I'm setting myself up for disappointment.

I think you have the right attitude going into this. How could I forget Empire ,good call.Ridley is a quality film maker and I love his vision ,especially in the Sci Fi genre, with that being said I am going into this with the expectations this won't be on par with Alien primarily because no movie I have ever seen is equal to it in originality or quality. Just look at how this film has aged compared to Aliens. IMO Alien could come out today with a few tweaks and look as good as anything out there today especially after I saw the Blue Ray version.Aliens , not so much

Oh definitely! I'd much prefer the visuals of Alien or the original star wars films over the cgi films of today. There were limits to what you could actually do with the technology back then in terms of their activities, but the visuals looked more organic, and therefore felt more connected to reality.

I think the best course of action for us all is to leave this site 'til we've seen the movie and be like the the masses and try and remain oblivious to the plot/storyline!!! that way we can retain an open mind,then critique it after!!!......no.....,I don't think I could either!!!

Every day of training, someone was left back to look after the barracks. Some guys looked forward to being chosen as barracks orderly but I hated it. I didn't want to miss a day's training and have to make up those classes with another company. I especially hated missing PT. But it was inevitable that I was eventually picked for the duty. There were fifty guys in the barracks, ninety days of basic training...do the math. The duty of a barracks orderly usually didn't amount to much; it was mostly to just hang around and see that nobody wandered in to steal stuff, and sometimes do a few odd jobs that might be assigned. That didn't usually happen unless you were a real fuckup or one of the sergeants had a hardon for you. I wasn't a fuckup. I was a good soldier and I never got any guff from the cadre. A little about me; I was an eighteen year old recruit, a farm boy from Illinois who wouldn't hurt anybody on a bet except in self defense and never even thought about killing anything except for going hunting, or killing rats or mice. And now I was being trained to kill other men. I was pretty starting out from working on a farm; or thought I was till the Army got hold of me. They toughened me up beyond anything I ever expected. It was going to be a long, boring day. Or so I thought. I figured I would make good use of the time and get caught up on writing some letters and straighten out my foot locker and spit shine my boots, a head start on getting ready for Saturday morning inspection, which was the next day. It was about an hour after the company had marched off to PT when Sgt. Adams came into the barracks. I laid my writing stuff aside on my bunk and stood up. I didn't come to attention, because he wasn't an officer, but I stood out of respect for his rank as we were required to do. "As you were, Conner," he said as he strode back to my bunk, which was the last one. "I don't intend to be an asshole, but I've gotta assign you something in the way of duty, just so we can say I did," he said. "I understand, Sergeant. Whatever you want me to do," I said. "Ohhhhhhh, don't say that unless you mean it," he said, laughing. I didn't know what he meant, or why he laughed. I would have to do whatever he told me, no matter what it was. "How about you wash the windows on this side of the barracks, inside and out, just the first floor. The guys will love you for it, getting a head start on getting us ready for inspection tomorrow. When you finish, you're back on your own time. You'll need to go over to the supply room and get a ladder to reach the outside." "Okay, Sergeant," I said. "Oh, and it's hot as hell out there. You can take off your shirt if you want. Anybody says anything, tell `em you've got my permission." "Thank you, Sergeant, that'll be great." He smiled. "Anyway, you need to get those muscles all nice and tan, for when you get that weekend pass for being the best soldier." It was my turn to laugh. "I'm not really counting on that," I said. "You've got as good a chance as any. Better than most," he said. "Tell you what, just put on your PT shorts if you want, get those legs tanned, too." "Thanks, I will." I thought it was odd that he was letting me do that, and that he'd commented about my muscles. I wasn't the best built guy in the barracks, maybe second or third best, but I never figured Sgt. Adams noticed anybody one way or another, let alone that he would mention it. He left and I went over to the supply room and checked out a stepladder. Might as well get the outside done first. I brought the ladder back and went back in the barracks to change into my PT shorts and get the rags and bucket. I had just showered that morning and put on clean clothes so I stripped down completely naked and pulled my PT shorts on; no sense sweating up a clean pair of underwear. It would feel good to go commando. I ran my hand down the front of the shorts and felt my cock was hanging pretty low, very near the leg opening. Not that I was a giant, but I was pretty well hung, and the shorts were really short in the legs. What the hell, it was just me. I went into the latrine and drew a bucket of hot water and got some cleaning rags from the storage closet. Walking out of the barracks, I checked myself out in the big mirror at the door, as I was prone to do when I got the chance. There wasn't much chance to do that with all the guys around and I took a moment. I liked what I saw. Yeah, the farm work and the hours in the gym back in high school had paid off, and now the rigorous basic training and especially PT was only helping. I eyed the bulge my cock made in my shorts. It was pretty revealing, not like if I had on a jockstrap. I could see the rim of the head through the material, and yeah, it was awfully close to the leg opening, but the shorts fit my thighs so snug that nothing would fall out. Outside, the warm sun felt good on my bare skin. I set up the stepladder then stuffed the rags into the pockets and waist of my shorts and climbed up the ladder. I didn't mind doing it. Sgt. Adams was nice about it, and when I was done I would be on my own time again. I could get caught up on letter writing, and there was a training manual I wanted to have a look at if it was still in the orderly room. I'd done three of the windows when Lt. Jacobs came up to me. I didn't see him at first, till he spoke. "PT shorts are not considered proper uniform, soldier, except on the PT field," he said in his best gruff voice. I quickly stuffed the rag in my pocket. "Sir, I...should I come down off the ladder, Sir?" "No." "Well, sir, Sgt. Adams told me this is what I should wear," I said, looking down at him. Lt. Jacobs was a sharp looking guy, lean and tight, young, fresh out of college. He seemed to scowl at me, yet there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Well, if Sgt. Adams said so...carry on." "Yes, sir." I jerked the rag out of my pocket. "You're doing a good job, soldier. Those windows are sparkling." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I didn't know why I lingered idle for a moment to watch Lt. Jacobs walk away, or why my eyes fell to his butt. I watched the twin mounds of muscle flex and bulge inside his pants till his broad shoulders disappeared into the orderly room. I finished the job in good time, well before noon chow time. It would give me plenty of time to shower again and get dressed before chow. I took the ladder back to the supply room then grabbed the buckets and rags and went back to the barracks. I paused at the mirror again. I liked what I saw even better with my muscles gleaming with sweat. "Sorry I had to make you have to shower again." I snapped my head around at the sound of Sgt. Adams' voice. I hadn't heard him come into the barracks and I felt a little embarrassed that he'd caught me standing in front of the mirror. Maybe he hadn't noticed me admiring myself. Wrong. "You like what you see there?" he said with a soft chuckle. I could feel my face turning red. "Just checking to see if I've put on any excess weight," I said as an excuse. "I don't see anything excess," he said. "You're in better shape than most of the guys in the company." "Thanks, Sarge." His eyes seemed to linger on me for several seconds before he spoke. "Good job on the windows. The lieutenant said so too," he said. "Thanks. Hey, Sarge, I would like to borrow a training manual out of the orderly room after I shower, the one on flame throwers." He frowned. "You're not going to be training on flame throwers," he said. "I know, but I would like to know how they work." "Well, I'm sure the manual is still there. Nobody ever checks those manuals out. I'll go get it for you." "You don't have to, I can get it," I said. "I'll get it. You go ahead and shower." When Sgt. Adams was gone I quickly stripped down, grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. I made it a quick one; I was on my own time now. I was just turning the water off when Adams came into the latrine with the manual. He rested his butt on one of the sinks as he flipped through the manual, glancing up now and then to watch me dry off. "These things are wicked," he said. "Shouldn't even be allowed. But they did the trick on those islands where the enemy was dug in so deep. It was the only way to get to them." "A lot of weapons of war should be banned, but I guess they can't be as long as there are wars to be fought. Like my grandpa says, if there hadn't been a Pearl Harbor, there wouldn't have been a Hiroshima, and we wouldn't have had to use flame throwers." I was dried off and I started to go back to my bunk. I noticed again how Sgt. Adams eyes followed me; and he followed me. At the end of the barracks, he tossed the manual on my bunk and leaned back against the double bunks next to mine. My bunk was located in the corner, with no window that far back to let in light, so it was darker. I bent over to get my briefs that I'd tossed on my bunk. "Oh, fuck, Private Conner, don't do that." I turned as I straightened up, holding my shorts in one hand. "Don't do what?" I asked, bewildered. "Bend over like that. Damn, this has been a long week, not getting off base, and you bend over and spread those tight ass cheeks...that's downright dangerous." I smiled, then guffawed, then laughed. "Sorry I got you turned on, Sarge," I joked. "No you're not." His tone startled me, and he wasn't smiling. "I...yeah, I...am, Sarge. I mean, all I did was get my shorts off my bunk," I said as I lifted one foot to put them on. "Don't..." He grabbed my shorts out of my hand. "Don't put `em on just yet." "Why not.....Sarge...?" What the hell was going on? "You've got no idea, have you?" he said, his voice lower now. "No idea about....what?" I asked. What the hell was he talking about? He laughed softly. "Fuck, I can't believe anybody who looks like you do can be so naïve and innocent." "I never...thought I was...naïve..." I stammered. I was starting to really wonder now, about the way Sgt. Adams was looking at me, naked, and the way he was talking, and the funny tone of his voice. Okay, maybe I was a little naïve about things, but I wasn't stupid. "I bet you're still a virgin," he said. "No, I'm not. I fucked my girl the night before I left," I said. "Got in under the wire," he joked. "So you fucked one time in your life. Shit, how'd you manage to do that, just one time? I would think the girls would've been all over you, with a body like that, and..." He nodded at my manhood. "...that swinging between your legs." "Well, girls didn't get to see this swinging between my legs, just the guys in the locker room. I did have girls giving me a lot of attention, though, but I wanted to save it for one special girl." He laughed, and I felt more embarrassed. I must have sounded like the world's biggest hick. I heard him swallow and I noticed he hadn't lifted his eyes; he was still gazing at my manhood. He was acting weird. "Sarge, can I have my shorts back? I should get dressed," I said, holding out my hand. He didn't give them to me. Instead, he put them up to his face, covering his nose, and then he took in a slow, deep breath. Geezuss, what the fuck was he doing? "I can smell you in your shorts," he said in a husky whisper. Suddenly he reached out and put the shorts in my face. "Here, can you smell yourself?" My voice was muffled. "Sarge..." I brushed his hand away. I was so nervous I didn't know what to say. Then I said the stupidest thing. "That's okay, I'll get another pair." I started to go to my footlocker, which was sitting at the end of my bunk, but Sgt. Adams grabbed my arm when I moved past him. I tensed, my muscles tight and bulging, at the ready. He just smiled. "Yeah, flex those muscles for me," he said as he gently pulled me back toward him. "Sarge...Sarge, listen, I don't know what you're thinking, exactly, but I need to get dressed, before..." "No you don't," he cut in. "You and me and LT are the only ones in the company area." "And Lt. Jacobs was over here just a little while ago," I said. "Oh? What'd he want?" "He told me I was out of uniform. I told him I was dressed the way you told me. He said it was okay then. He told me I was doing a good job." "Lt. Jacobs is an all right guy. He's a little young--hell, right out of college--but he's okay." Then he muttered, "Fuck!" and suddenly pulled me tight against him, locking his powerful arms around me. I smelled his sweet breath, breath-mint fresh, then felt his lips pressing against my mouth. I groaned and tried to pull away from him, but he held me too tight, one hand clasped around the back of my head. I was wide-eyed with shock. I never expected anything like this, never a day in my life. He smashed his mouth harder against mine and his tongue raked back and forth across my lips that I kept tightly closed. But then he reached up and grabbed my nose and cut off my air. I held my breath for as long as I could. When I opened my mouth to try to suck in air, he let go of my nose and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I groaned again, or maybe it was a whimper. I was being French kissed by a guy! I tried to wrench free but despite my strength, Sgt. Adams out-muscled me, and I was helpless. I was also bewildered, and terrified at the stirring in my loins. Suddenly I heard boots on the steps of the barracks. I managed to pull my head back. "Someone's coming!!" I hissed into the sergeant's mouth. I heard the door close, and heard a click. It was Lt. Jacobs! Lt. Jacobs had interrupted the kiss but I didn't think he'd seen us; we were hidden by the double bunks on the other side of mine. Sgt. Adams clamped his hand tightly over my mouth. "If I move my hand, you don't make a sound above a whisper," he said in a stern, almost threatening tone. I nodded, and he moved his hand. I rubbed my lips where he had kissed me so hard, and felt the irritation from the stubble of his beard. The footsteps were coming toward us "It's all right, it's just me," Jacobs said. I should've been scared, but there was something in his tone. I could see that he was carrying what looked like a camera case. I came to attention as the lieutenant strode to my end of the barracks. Sgt. Adams didn't. "As you were, Private Conner," the lieutenant said as he laid the case on the top bunk beside mine. Then he started taking off his shirt. "I need to shower and I don't want to go all the way back to my quarters. Is it all right if I use your shower, Private?" He laid his shirt on the top bunk beside the case. "Yes, of course, sir, it's the Army's shower, not mine." I said. "But you are in charge of this barracks, Private, so everything that goes on the barracks has to be with your permission." "Oh. All right, you have my permission to use the shower, sir." "Looks like you were just about to shower yourself. You can join me," he said as he removed his T-shirt. "I just..." Sgt. Adams nudged me. "Yes, sir. All right, sir," I finished quickly. I didn't understand why Adams thought I should shower again with the lieutenant....or why I was half mesmerized by Lt. Jacobs. Maybe because he was an officer. His upper body was chiseled, and smooth, his muscles rippling with the slightest move. He was tall and lean, but he didn't give the appearance of being that built under his uniform. His pecs and triceps bulged as he undid his belt, and I found myself anticipating seeing his butt that I'd found myself admiring when he walked away from me outside. Don't ask me why. I just remembered watching him walk away from me on the ladder earlier and eyeing his butt, and now I was going to see it bare and it excited me somehow. I was completely baffled. Even Sgt. Adams made it a point to shower very early in the morning before he awakened the rest of the barracks, and the idea of the lieutenant getting naked in front of his enlisted men was, well, just unthinkable. And why had he brought a camera? I was nervous about seeing an officer naked. Officers were like God. I tried not to look because I didn't think I should but if he was stripping down right there in front of me I guess it didn't matter to him if I watched him. Suddenly there he was, our CO, naked, and looking awesome, at least from the back, and I was curious as hell about how he was built between his legs. I had to fight to keep my eyes from raking over his naked body, but when he turned around, in my peripheral vision I could see that he was well hung. "I don't have a towel, Private. Do you happen to have an extra one?" he asked. "Y-yes, sir," I said as I stepped past him to get a clean towel from my locker. I brushed against him but he didn't say anything. "Here you go, sir." I said, nearly choking, as I handed him the towel. I had to gulp down the excess spit that suddenly flooded my mouth. "Thank you. And you don't mind if I use your soap," he said. "No, sir." He opened the case and took out a camera and handed it to St. Adams, then said to me, "Let's hit the showers, Conner." I wondered about the camera but I didn't have time to dwell on it. I followed him to the latrine, purposely lingering behind him a little so I could watch his naked butt. I still didn't know why, but I found his ass to be so incredibly awesome. Sgt. Adams came along behind us. "I hope you don't mind, Conner, I've asked Sgt. Adams to take some pictures. This is my first command and I'm keeping a scrapbook. I want it to be candid and true to life, and showers are a part of barracks life. I've picked you to be the featured soldier. If that's all right. If you would rather not..." "No, it's fine, sir," I said quickly. I wasn't about to say no to my commanding officer. "I would consider it an honor," I added for good measure. Even though I thought it was a bit quirky that he intended to include pictures of guys--us--showering, I figured it could mean one more mark toward me being selected best soldier. And I was secretly proud that I'd been selected for his project. It was a community shower. Sgt. Adams took our towels and hung them on the pegs just outside the shower. Lt. Jacobs preceded me into the shower and turned on a showerhead, then turned on the one next to it and made a motion for me to take it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see St. Adams aiming the camera. I handed the lieutenant my bar of soap. I thought it was the respectful thing to do. "After you," he said. I quickly soaped up, working up a good lather in the hair around my cock, then handed the soap off to him. "You're from Illinois," he said casually. "Yes, sir." "I think we can dispense with the rank, Conner. Without the uniform and the bars, you can see we're just two men in the shower." "All right, sir...I mean...I...I guess I don't know what to call you," I stammered. "Well, I've been calling you Conner. I don't think we should be on first name basis; you call me Jacobs." "All right...Jacobs." It sounded weird as hell, calling the lieutenant by his last name. "Where at in Illinois? Tell me about your hometown." "It's like any other small town, about eight thousand people, a place where everybody knows everybody else's business. You know, if you got in trouble, by morning everybody in town knew about it." "Well, I guess that meant you had to keep your nose clean," he said. "Not necessarily, sir," Sgt. Adams put in. "He fucked his girl just before he left for basic." Surprisingly, I hadn't been paying that much attention to Sgt. Adams. He was in the shower now but standing back from the water spray with the camera. "Oh, really," Jacobs said. "Well, I'm sure she enjoyed that." "Well, she didn't complain," I said proudly. "I bet not. You certainly have plenty to offer any girl." I was bursting with pride, to have my commanding officer making remarks like that about me, and how he looked at me when he said it. "Was that it?" he asked. "I mean, is she still your girl, or was it just a parting piece of ass?" "I guess it was both," I said. "She is still my girl, I get letters from her, but guys tell me not to expect her to wait for me." "That is an all too common occurrence, and it can be bad for morale," he said with a concerned look. "I want you to promise me something, Conner. If you do get a Dear John letter, I want you to come talk to me about it." "I hope I don't get one, but all right, I will, sir. Thanks." I was feeling more at ease with the lieutenant. Without his bars, he was just like one of the guys, and I was enjoying talking to him and watching him. He had a great physique and I was able to ogle his ass, for whatever reason, and his cock seemed to be fluffed up from the warm shower and the attention of being washed. But then, so was mine. "You have a very good build, Conner," he said. "I know the Army isn't responsible for all of that. You must have been an athlete and worked out when you were in high school." "Yes, sir, I was, and I did. The recruiter told me it would be a lot easier if I was in good shape when I arrived for basic, so I hit the weights pretty hard for a couple of months before I signed up." "He advised you well," he said. "And you obviously took his advice to heart," he added, eyeing me up and down. It was weird the way we were chatting like two old friends, when a few minutes before, I would've been scared to speak to the man except to reply to answer a question or reply to orders. He totally surprised me when he handed me my soap and asked me to wash his back. I hesitated for a brief second, wondering if it was a trick, if maybe he was testing me to see if I would do it, and if I did, would he accuse me of being gay? But in that brief second when he asked me I saw in his eyes that he was serious. Still reluctant, I took the soap and he turned his back to me. I began rubbing the soap and both hands across his broad shoulders, working up a lather that ran down his spine and over his tight, bubble butt. I rubbed the lather downward to the small of his back, wondering how far he expected me to go. I surmised, the wise thing would be to wash only where he couldn't reach. It was the first time I'd ever had my hands on another guy's body like this and his muscles felt good. As my hands moved across the small of his back I noticed his butt muscles flexing, one then the other, then both at the same time. Fuck, his butt was awesome! I wanted to touch it so bad! The thing was, I didn't know why I was even noticing. I liked my hands on his bare muscles but I was afraid to go any lower, so I worked my way upward and spread the lather over his upper back and shoulders again. He didn't seem to mind, didn't question why I was doing that or anything. He clinched his butt a couple more times and I wondered if it was like a nervous twitch thing, or if he was trying to send me a signal. He did it again, and that did it. Without hesitation, but with my heart in my throat, I worked up more lather and moved my hands down over his butt, casual as you please. He tightened his butt muscles and they felt like warm stone. I had all but jumped from the frying pan into the fire...now I didn't know if I should wash just the twin globes or if he expected me to wash between them as he would do. Again, he guided the way; he reached back and pulled the muscles apart. I took my cue just as he murmured, "Better get in between them" and so I washed the crack of his ass. I washed deep into the crack, touching his asshole. I couldn't explain the feeling that came over me from being in such an intimate situation. Then, just as abruptly as he'd initiated it, he stepped away from me and turned his back to the shower to rinse off. He was so casual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Then much to my surprise he reached out and took the soap from me. "Turn around," he said. I turned around with my back to him, facing the camera now. I closed my eyes, scared to death of what might happen when the lieutenant started washing my back. I stifled a little gasp when he touched me. His hands felt good on my bare skin and he rubbed them across my shoulders and back vigorously. I was already feeling activity down between my legs from washing his butt, still not understanding why. He didn't stop when he reached the small of my back, or even hesitate. He went right on to wash my butt like I'd done his. He wasn't bashful about washing between my butt muscles either, and when I instinctively tightened them he told me to relax. "Pull `em apart," he said. I pulled my butt apart like he had and he washed even more vigorously, scrubbing my asshole. I let out a little gasp; I hadn't expected it to feel so good. My eyes flew open when I felt his long, thick finger push through my hole. When I opened my eyes I saw that Sgt. Adams had moved around to film the CO washing my asshole inside and out. I was glad he was behind me because the `activity' I'd felt going on between my legs had begun to manifest itself and I was getting a full blown hardon! Oh, Godd, how was I going to explain that! If this was any kind of a don't-ask-don't-tell test, I was going to be in trouble. Sgt. Adams moved back around in front of me. He smiled when he saw my cock, and focused his camera on it. "I think he likes you washing your back, Lt. Jacobs," he said with a grin. The lieutenant put his hand on my shoulder to turn me around. He did a double take, but smiled. "Well, what do we have here?" "I c-couldn't help it, s-sir," I said. I thought the situation suddenly called for more formality. "It's not anything you should help," he said as he moved around in front of me so he had his back to the camera. I was quite relieved that he was hiding me. And quite surprised when put both arms around me and pulled me in tightly against him. What is he doing, I wondered! I had heard guys joke about stuff like this, but I didn't think anybody believed it ever really happened, and nobody ever joked about one of the officers. His hard body felt good; especially good the way my hard cock was pressed tightly between our bellies, and I could feel his cock growing hard against my thighs. "You know, you're the hottest solider in the company," he said in a hoarse voice as he rubbed his body against mine. His face was close to mine and I could see right into his dark eyes. "Thank you, sir," I choked. The whole time,--it wasn't more than a couple of minutes but it seemed longer--I kept looking away to avoid his eyes but was instantly drawn back to his penetrating look, and his face seemed to be closer. Next thing I knew he was brushing his lips across mine. "Mmmmnn!" I moaned with surprise and I instinctively stiffened but I quickly relaxed; I didn't want him to think I was fighting him. That quickly turned into a hard, passionate kiss that took my breath away. I'd never even imagined kissing another guy, and this was making my knees weak. What's happening, I wondered. What does he want from me? What are they going to do to me? And why was Sgt. Adams filming it all? I could feel his cock harder now, and it felt huge throbbing against my legs. He pulled his hips back so his cock could stand up like mine, then he pressed back against me so his cock was between us too. Holy Shit, I thought. I could only feel it against my stomach, but I'd never imagined a man being as big as he felt. "Sir...," I gasped when our mouths parted. "You're doing fine, Conner, let's go in to your bunk," he said huskily as he was turning off the shower. He reached over to turn mine off, still with his other arm around my waist, as if he was afraid I might try to get away from him. I had forgotten Sgt, Adams again and the camera till we were leaving the shower, and he was still taking pictures and videoing everything. I still didn't know why, except for the lieutenant's private use. He was an officer, he wouldn't show it to anyone. I was frightened but I couldn't find the courage to say or do anything. I knew this should not be happening, but felt powerless to stop whatever they had in mind. This was an officer, after all, and a sergeant. So we went through the barracks to my bunk, Adams filming our every step, from front and sometimes from behind. "How do you wanta do this?" Sgt. Adams asked the lieutenant when we were at my bunk. "You assigned him barracks duty, it's your call," Lt. Jacobs replied. "You ever done anything with a guy?" Adams asked me. "No," I said softly. "And I don't..." "Nobody asked you what you do or don't want," he cut in sharply. Then he said to Lt. Jacobs. "If you fuck him, sir, he's gonna need something in his mouth to keep him quiet." "He's gonna need that no matter which one of us fucks him." I was suddenly wide-eyed terrified. They intended to fuck me! Fuck my ass! They were going to rape me! Oh, Godd, this can't be happening. "Maybe you ought to have first crack at him," the lieutenant said as he stroked his cock. "I'll feed him my cock to keep him quiet." I gaped at the lieutenant's manhood. It was swollen to the size of an average forearm, with a head the size of a small orange. Precum glistened in the wide piss slit, oozed out and dripped to the floor. My asshole tightened and quivered inside and I began to have wild thoughts of how I could get out of the situation. Thoughts like jerking free and running down the company street naked. Surely someone would surely see me. But where would that get me? Thrown in the stockade, no doubt, because nobody would believe me, a private, over the company commander and an NCO. I decided to try to talk my way out of it; plead with them. "Please, sir...sergeant...don't do this. Don't fuck me. You'll rip me a new asshole. I'll do anything. I'll give you both head...good head...I just don't want my butt ripped open." But the words were all in my head; I couldn't speak them out loud. It was as if I were rehearsing what I wanted to say. Jacobs drew me against him again. Our bodies were still damp, and it felt as good as before, despite my fears. "I think you want this as much as I do," he said in a hoarse whisper as he ground his loins against me. I drew on the words I'd rehearsed but only part of them came out. "I w-would like t-to....to try giving you head, sir. I think I could do that pretty good," I said. Rehearsed or not I couldn't believe the words came out of my mouth. But I was desperate to try to get out of being fucked. "You said you've never done anything with a guy." "No, I haven't." "Then how do you know you can give head?" "I'll do my best," I said. The two men looked at each other, then I saw Lt. Jacobs eyeing my butt. He looked back at Sgt. Adams. "I think we oughta convince him he wants it in the ass," Adams said. "I think you would like it, Private Conner, and I think I can make you want it," Jacobs said. I noticed the informality was gone; he was calling me Private Conner, which in my mind placed him squarely and unequivocally as my superior. He nodded to Sgt. Adams. Sgt. Adams took me by the arm to turn me around so I was facing away from them. Then he told me to bend over my bunk. I was afraid to. I didn't trust him. If I bent over, my butt would be spread open and offered to them like a sacrificial lamb. "Bend over, soldier, and grab the other side of your bunk," Lt. Jacobs said in a firm but gentle tone. Still, he made it sound like an order. I bent over the bunk with a wary look over my shoulder, to see Sgt. Adams getting something out of his pocket. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was meant for me. What I didn't see was Lt. Jacobs squatting down behind me. Then I got the surprise of my life. I felt his hot breath seconds before I felt his tongue sliding up the crack of my ass, right over my asshole. "Aaawhhhh!" I moaned with surprise, tossing my head back. "Ohh, Sir, w-what're you d-doing!" I heard them both laugh. "He's making you want what you think you don't want," Sgt. Adams said. "Let me show you," Jacobs said, and went back to rimming me. "Ohh...oh, my Godd!" I moaned. "Oh, Geezuss, Sir...Ooohhhhh!" I couldn't help it; I started twisting and moving my ass up and down to the tune of his tongue. I never felt anything like it. I didn't even know I had feelings in my ass, and it scared me that I did. Scared me because maybe they were right; I might want what I said I didn't want if they kept doing things like this to me. I didn't know but I guessed Sgt. Adams was taking pictures. I got my second surprise when he came around to the other side of my bunk. He was naked from the waist down and he had his cock in his hand, waving it in my face. "Here, put this in your mouth so you don't make so much noise," he said. I looked up at him with a `you're-not-serious' look, but I could tell from the look on his face that he was dead serious. "Come on, you said you give good head. Show me." It didn't sound like an order, but I knew I had to do it. I had not made any attempt to get away; I was in too deep to back out. More than that, suddenly I didn't not want to do it. It wasn't a conscious decision that I wanted to, it was more a sudden urge. I felt a sudden, new sensation in my ass and it made me reach out and take hold of the sergeant's cock and he brought it to my mouth. I took about half of it before it pressed against my throat and I realized I could choke on it. Then what I was feeling in my ass made me start moving my mouth, like what I figured giving head was all about. And that's when I realized that the wonderful sensations in my ass weren't being caused from the lieutenant's tongue any longer. He was licking and kissing my butt, but my asshole was quivering and squeezing around his finger! "MMMmnnnn!!...Ooohhmmm!" I moaned around the sergeant's thick cock as I sucked harder. "I think he likes what you're doing, or he likes giving head an awful lot," the sergeant said. "He's gonna like getting fucked too," the lieutenant said. "Aren't you, private?" He caused my answer to be a sudden loud groan around Sgt. Adams' cock when he shoved another finger up inside me, maybe two more. "UUhnnnn!..MMmmnnnhhh....Awwnngghh!" I groaned as he probed and twisted his finger around. He was touching something in there that was driving me crazy, and I was twisting my butt and thrashing around his hand to keep the contact going. "You wanta get fucked, don't you, private?" I didn't answer because I had my mouth full and the sergeant's hands were locked around my head and he was more or less fucking my face. But then he shoved my head back. "The lieutenant asked you a question, soldier!" he barked. "Sir! Yess, Sir!" I blurted out the standard, expected reply to an officer's question. "Yes Sir, what?" Adams snapped as he smacked my face with his wet cock. "Whatever the lieutenant wants," I said. "What was the question, private?" Adams demanded. "The lieutenant asked if I....if I w-wanted.....Ohhhh!....Awwhhh, Godd!" He was rubbing that spot again. "H-He asked if I wanted to get fucked!" I blurted out. "And your answer?" "Sir, Yes, Sir! I wanta get fucked! I want you to fuck me, Sir!" What was I saying!! It was an out and out unlawful question; I didn't need to answer in the affirmative. But my answer was out there, and he hadn't forced it out of me, I couldn't take it back. "You heard the private's answer, sergeant." "Yes I did, sir, loud and clear. The private wants you to fuck him. He made that perfectly clear." It was going to happen! I had never thought of my ass as anything even remotely related to virginity but that was about to change; I was going to have another man's cock shoved in my ass! A moment passed then I felt the heat of the officer's cock between my butt and the blunt head pressing against my hole. I was scared senseless, and for some dumb reason I grabbed hold of Sgt. Adams' cock again, like a life preserver, and with a soft chuckle he shoved it in my mouth. And just in time, for my ass was suddenly being stretched unmercifully by the oversized head of Lt. Jacob's cock. I didn't even have time to brace myself, and he didn't give me a moment to get used to it. He penetrated my hole and shoved right in to the hilt. I think I screamed but I was the only one who heard the sound as it reverberated in my head. "Ohh, Shit! You oughta feel this," the lieutenant said as he lodged his cock deep inside me, causing it to throb and buck. "I'm hoping you will allow me to do just that, sir," Adams said. "Oh, yeah, you'll get your chance," Jacobs told him. "Just as soon as I drill out his virginity for you." "That is much appreciated, Sir." "Godd, it's been a long time since I nailed a virgin," Jacobs said as he began fucking me. "Hell, not since back in high school. We had this guy who decided to join the cheerleading squad instead of going out for sports. Well, you know what jocks do to cheerleaders." "Yes, sir, I do vaguely remember," Adams said. I was able to work through the pain--I had no choice--and once it was gone I thought it wasn't so bad, at least bearable. Then gradually it became more than bearable, intensely pleasurable feelings began overtaking me. I didn't understand the feelings--I wasn't built to be fucked like a cheerleader--but I couldn't deny they were there, and it just kept getting better and better. I tried not to enjoy it. I tried not to respond. But it was hard to stay bent over my bunk as an inanimate object to be used for the dual pleasure, and I found myself responding, twisting my hips around and shoving back onto the lieutenant's thrusting cock. "I think he's starting to get into it," Jacob's said with a soft chuckle. "More like you're getting into him, Sir," Adams said. "I hate to pull you away from that hungry mouth of his, sergeant, but how about getting the cameras and recording this event for my journal." "Yes, sir, be glad to." "You will be fully compensated and properly rewarded," Jacobs said. I was at the point where I didn't give a fuck about the cameras; after all, the lieutenant would be in the pictures and the video too. I just wanted what he was doing to me. He pulled out at one point and told me to lie across my bunk on my back. I did, and brought my legs up and he ducked under the upper bunk and bent me in half and mounted me again. I wasn't scared now; I was ready and anxious for his cock. He fucked me across the bunk till my head and shoulders were hanging over the other side, and Sgt. Adams straddled my head with his back to the lieutenant, and held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth. I let out a whinnied groan and gobbled his cock like I was hungry for it. Quite honestly, I thought I was in heaven. Sgt. Adams got his proper reward. Lt. Jacobs pulled out and told Adams that he would take over the cameras while he fucked me. "We need to get you in some of these action shots," he said as Adams came around to take the CO's place. My ass felt like it was gaping open and I was anxious for it to be filled again. Adam was thick and he felled me properly. He felt good inside me and he had some nice moves different from Lt. Jacobs, and they made me whimper. "You're right, sir, this is a pretty impressive ass," Jacobs said as he fucked me. "I only wish I could've been the first to fuck it. But I know rank has its privileges." "Well, you can be the one to baptize his ass," Lt. Jacobs said. "I want you to dump your load inside him, sergeant. Private Conner, I want to you to hold off. I want to be the one to make you cum." Sgt. Adams was making it good and I had to concentrate to hold off. Twice I reached up to press my hand against his stomach to stop him. "Getting too good for you?" he asked with a chuckle. "Yes." "And you didn't want to get fucked; didn't think you would like it," he said. He fucked me for quite a while and I wondered what time it was getting to be. It shouldn't matter, we would be able to hear the troops marching in from training. "You ready to get baptized?" Adams asked. "Yes, please, Sarge, I'm having trouble holding off," I said. I couldn't believe my voice was so calm and matter of fact, or what I was saying; telling another man I was ready for him to cum inside me. What was happening to me? He laughed and continued fucking me. I let out a little gasp and my eyes widened when I felt his warm cum shooting deep inside me. "You like that don't you," he gasped between spurts. "Yes, Sarge, I like how it feels," I told him. "Let's see if you like how it tastes," he said. He moved too quickly for me to be horrified. In matter of seconds, while I still wallowing in the wonderful sensations of being fucked and shot in, he was astraddle my chest with his thick cock gripped tightly in his fist. He told me to open up and I did, almost instinctively, and it struck me that I had opened my mouth not to obey a command from my superior, but because I wanted to. I wanted to feel and taste his cum! Sgt. Adams aimed his cock at my open mouth and released his grip on it and cum shot out in powerful ropes. I got it in my mouth and all over my face. I couldn't believe anybody could shoot so much cum. It took a moment for the taste of him to permeate my taste buds and when it did I was instantly hooked. I whinnied and moaned and clasped my hands around his butt to pull his cock into my mouth so none of the precious nectar would be wasted. I sucked him dry. I sucked him till his cock was lurching from over sensitivity and he pulled back. "Holy Fuck, LT, you woke up a sleeping giant," he exclaimed as he leaned back against the opposite bunks. His cock was dripping cum and I almost rose up to get it but I didn't want to appear sluttish. Beside, the lieutenant was moving into position to fuck me again. He handed the camera to Adams. "I don't know if I can hold the camera s till," Adams said, laughing. Lt. shoved his cock through my gaping hole and sank in to the hilt. "I want you to finish too, for the cameras, Private," he told me. "So you jack your cock real slow till I'm ready to cum, then you work yourself up, but I then want you to let go of your cock at the last second and let it cum on its own." "Yes, sir, I'll try." Lt. Jacobs had a more refined technique, smoother moves, and he slowly took us into a sexual orbit. I was lost to everything but the exquisite, unbelievable pleasure he was giving me. I still didn't know what time it was--and I was afraid to look at my watch--and I found myself listening for the sound of boots tromping into the company area. But even as I listened, it didn't matter; I didn't care of the entire company came bounding into the barracks and saw the LT fucking me. I didn't care if they all wanted to fuck me, and that thought that sneaked into my brain gave thought to how I might accomplish that! "I'm glad you're okay with all of this," Lt. Jacobs was saying in a soft, husky voice as he fucked me with a hard, steady rhythm. "I was pretty sure you would be." "How were you so sure, sir?" I asked. "You don't know it yet, but you're a sex magnet. You have a sexual aura about you that attracts males and females alike." "I don't understand that, sir," I said. "It's not something you can or need to understand, Conner; just know you have it, and use it to your advantage. You like what we're doing, don't you?" "Yes, sir, I do. I was scared at first, but I like it." "Then that's all you need to understand," he said. "Now, are you getting close?" "I can be; I've been concentrating on holding off till you're ready." "And I've been working to hold off till you're close," he said. "What say we make an explosion." "I would like that, sir; I would like to cum with you." "Remember, let go of your cock," he said. I gave him the finish he wanted. He was surprised and impressed with the load I shot off. So was I. I'd never shot off a load like it. I thought it must've been because of getting fucked that caused the terrific buildup. The stuff spewed everywhere. Sgt. Adams was standing on the other side of the bunk, at my shoulders, and I shot cum all over his camera. Seconds later Lt. Jacobs began dumping his load in my ass. I couldn't actually feel his cum as much as his cock bucking and twitching and bouncing around inside me. I was left exhausted, and very satisfied. The two men sat on my bunk with me for few minutes then Lt. Jacobs said we all needed to shower and put everything in order before the troops came back from training. I was surprised when they joined together to wash me, Adams in front and Lt. Jacobs in back. "How do you feel now?" Lt. Jacobs asked as he worked his soapy fingers into the crack of my ass and through my hole. "I feel good, sir." "Not sore or anything?" "No, sir. I feel good all over, inside and out." "Then you think you might want to do this again sometime." "Yes, sir. anytime." I laughed. "I don't know if I gay or what, but I'm not ashamed to say you got me hooked, sir." "You don't know and nobody's asking," he said. I wasn't particularly surprised when I won best soldier and got a three day pass. If I was short a couple of points, I was confident that giving my virginity to the CO would make up for that. I was surprised when Sgt. Adams told me that Lt. Jacobs, as a personal reward, had gotten me a room at a certain motel right off base. The way I was awarded the honor was neat. At formation just before inspection, I was announced and then excused from formation to go to the orderly room and pick up my pass. I was proud as hell. "You lucky fuck," the clerk said as he handed me the pass. "Hey, I earned it," I said. "Yeah, and we both know how," he said. I looked at him, probably a surprised look, because he smiled. I took a cab to the main gate. I showed my pass to the guard and we were waved through. The cab driver dropped me off at the motel. "This your first pass off base?" he asked. "Yes, I'm just finishing up basic," I said. "Then you're probably pretty boned up. Want me to send you a girl? She's young, about your age, guaranteed clean. She's not like the whores who're going to be all over you. She's young and pretty; hasn't been at it very long; sort of like you, still in training." I hadn't given a lot of thought to what I would do with the pass; only that I would be away from the rigors and discipline of the military for a couple of nights. The idea of a girl excited me. "Yeah, you could send her around," I said. I paid the driver and got my overnight bag out of the back. "Give me an hour or so to get settled in," I told him. "By the way, how much is this going to cost me?" "That'll be between you and her, depending on how long you want her for?" "Okay, we'll settle it between us," I said. The excitement of having a prostitute brought on a sudden case of nerves. As I'd had sex with only one other girl in my life, this girl would have a lot more experience, and I didn't know how I would perform. Part of it was the thought that most of my sexual experience had been with two other guys. Maybe that part of it was me wanting to regain or test my manhood. I went across the street for a six pack of cold beer to settle my nerves, and bought some condoms out of a machine in the rest room. I'd downed two of them by the time the girl arrived. I was steady on my feet when I answered the door but I could feel the buzz. I opened the door to a sharp looking, petite thing with black hair and snappy black eyes, poured into a black sheath dress that made me want to grab her and pull her inside before she got arrested. My nervousness took on a different connotation, from how would I perform, to I couldn't wait to find out. "I hope I have the right room number," she said. "Well, if you don't, somebody's going to be disappointed when you don't show up," I said, stepping back to let her in. I closed the door, feeling the sweat in my palm on the doorknob. "I'm Kathy." "Conner," I said. There was an awkward moment where I shifted my weight nervously from one foot to the other. "I, uh....I'm glad you could make it; I know it's early in the day," I said. "I'm like a doctor, on call," she tried to joke. "Listen, I, uh....I'm going to come right out with it; I've only been with one other woman, one time, just before I left for basic a few weeks ago," I blurted. She smiled. "I like your honesty. I've only been with three other men, soldiers." "I hope they treated you right," I said. "Yes. One was a little rough, but I think it was because he was so....anxious." "I can understand why he would be," I said. "You wanta get comfortable?" "If you do," she said. "Yeah, I do....I'm going to....bur first I ought ask....I mean we ought to discuss how much....so I know....." "It's a hundred dollars," she said. "That's for....what, an hour?....two hours?.....I've never done this before....paid, I mean." "It's a hundred dollars till you're done," she said. I hated how we were reducing it to a matter of paid sex and I wanted to get past it. "Actually, it doesn't matter," I said. It was easier to say that, knowing what I was in for. I peeled my T-shirt off over my head to signal her to take off her clothes. She didn't seem as nervous as I was. She was very casual about the way she stripped off her clothes, like she was undressing in her room at home. My undressing was intermittent as I paused to watch her. But my temperature was a steady climb; my cock the thermometer. When she was naked I was down to my shorts that were tented something awful. "You're beautiful," I said. It didn't come out the way I intended it. I more or less blurted it out; I meant it to sound more like a compliment. "You're very handsome, and you have a great body," she said as she reached out and smoothed one hand over my chest. Like a dumbass, I could only stand there and watch her hand move down my stomach. "Very nice," she said. "Thanks." That came out okay, but how can you fuck up "thanks?" As her hand brushed over the protrusion in my shorts my eyes were fixed on her shaved pussy. That smoothness gave her a look of flawlessness. "I like that," I said hoarsely, nodding down to her pussy. She smiled and brushed her other hand down over it. I liked it a lot. It was making my mouth water; for the first time in my life--honestly, the first time I ever thought about it--I wanted to eat pussy. My legs cooperated by giving way under me and I found myself on my knees in front of her. I placed my hands on her hips, my eyes fixed. "My Godd," I whispered. I don't know why I said it; maybe because she was so beautiful, maybe it was the idea that I was actually going to do what I'd heard so many guys talk about. I pressed my face against her stomach and she put her hands over mine. I let my mouth go slack and that became a kiss. She put her hands gently on my head. I kissed downward into the baby smooth area where her pubes once were, and felt her hands tighten around my head. I licked at the top of her pussy and brought my hands from her hips to spread the soft lips apart. I knew instinctively when I found her clit even though I had never seen or felt one before. I knew from reading and hearing about it as a girl's love nut, and I knew by the way she reacted, with a sudden, whimpering outcry. I remembered what an older boy had told me in the locker room; first, that he never fucked anything he didn't eat first, and second, that once you made contact with a girl's clit with your tongue, she was yours. The way Kathy pressed herself against my face, I believed him. I went at her like a hungry puppy, eager and starving for this first adventure. I eased her back onto the bed and she lifted her legs for me. I spread her pussy open and buried my face in it, licking deep inside her while she rubbed her clit against my nose. She moaned and cried out and whinnied like a young mare in heat. I discovered I liked eating pussy. I liked the power I exerted over the girl; she was indeed putty in my hands. I was glad I had lost my virginity with the girl back home, so I knew what I was doing with this one. Except back home I hadn't used a condom--she assured me it was safe--this time I did. I couldn't forget she was, after all, a prostitute who I was paying. With one hand I worked my shorts off while I used my other hand to massage the inside of her pussy. I had to pause to put the condom on, but she took over, rubbing her clit herself, and fingering herself. By the time I had the condom on, she was ready; she was writhing on the bed and moaning softly. Standing over her, I asked her if she was ready. "Ohh, yess! Yess! I'm so ready for you to fuck me I want your big, beautiful cock deep inside me. I want you body pressing down on me. Fuck me, soldier.....fuck me hard." I wasn't as impressed as I might have been because it sounded like canned remarks she'd rehearsed for the occasion no matter who was standing over her with a stiff, ready cock. Therefore, it wasn't as passionate as it might have been; no resemblance of love making. It was sex, and paid sex to boot. But I fucked her. I fucked the pussy that I ate first, just like the guy back in school. I fucked her for a long time, and I got back my confidence in my manhood. I had thought I might blow most of my money and have her for the night and maybe even the next day and fuck our brains out. But as good as it was, when it was over, it was just what I'd paid for; sex. I didn't kick her out. She lingered and we lay together and talked like two old friends, but my desire had gone and it wasn't returning. I wasn't sad when she left with my hundred bucks. I wasn't sad about the hundred bucks either. I was sort of proud that I'd had my first prostitute. I laid back and watched TV and had another beer then got up and showered. Later, I went across the street to the bar where a band was playing. I danced with a few girls and got the come on from a couple of prostitutes but it was easy to say no. I found myself eyeing the guys, wondering about the chances of getting one of them to go back to my room with me. I wondered how I would go about doing that; what approach I might use. I began rehearsing in my head. But I never worked up the nerve. I overheard some guys talking about another place where they thought there would be more action later on. I didn't want to have too much to drink if I was going there so I left and wandered around for a while. The town was typical of what I would learn all towns outside military bases would be like; bars, strip joints, pawn shops and loan companies, used car lots, military surplus and souvenir shops. I found the place; Robbie's. I paid the cover charge and went inside. It was a bar and strip club with a band and a dance floor. It was loud, with a lot of very young soldiers being over exuberant, trying too hard to act like they were having a good time; trying to act like they thought soldiers should act. I hung around for a while, nursed a couple of beers and watched the strippers, but that got old pretty quick. It was the same moves by every girl, over and over again. It didn't do much for me. I saw several guys that I wished were up there stripping and showing off their bodies. Maybe it was the gradual accumulation of booze, but a sudden pall came over me; the excitement of being on pass was wearing off. I wished there could've been someone to come with me. I felt a little down as I headed back to my room. I had barely closed the door when the phone rang. Who could be calling me?.....who knew I was there? I wondered if there was a problem back at the base. "Hello." "Conner." "Yes." "This is Lt. Jacobs." "Sir! Is there something wrong, sir?" "No, nothing's wrong. I've just been waiting for you to burn out and get your sorry ass back to your room." "I just walked in the door." "I know." "How did you know, sir?" "I'm in the bar across the street. Do you want company for the night, or do you have other plans? I didn't see anyone go in with you." My heart raced. I could hardly breathe, let along speak. "No, no plans, sir. Yes, sir, I would love to have company for the night." "Great. Listen, I want you to unlock your door then I want you to strip naked. When I walk in I want to find you stretched out on the bed, ready and waiting." "Yes, sir. Do you want me on lying my back or on my stomach, sir?" "Doesn't matter how we start out, you're going to be in every position known to man before the night's over," he said. "Ohh, Godd," I whispered. He heard me. "What? What was that?" "Nothing, sir. I just said....it was nothing, sir." "Listen, Conner......." "Yes, sir?" "I just want you to know.....to get it on the record.....before the night's over, you're going to have me in every position known to man." "Ohh, Godd!" I gasped again. "I heard you that time," he said, laughing.

Why is take-the-pain (or troll if you prefer to call him that) trying to cause trouble? Did something happen previously that provoked him to act this way?

Nah,it's just a slow news week! no new info about movie....have had to resort to "The Hobbit" site for something to read...they get new onset stills and regular updates almost daily!!! got to wait 'til December for that,and it's only part1!!!then 12/2013 for part2!!! and everyone here is champing at the bit for June to come!!! can't wait for Prometheus,but we can't count our Xeno's before they hatch!!! just hope all the secrecy is worth it!!!

PS my post was inreply to red hood not want-to-see-prometheus he kinda got in before me

as for the Troll!! trolls like to fish and fish bite hooks if you respond he wins!!! ignore it people

well we are lead to believe that,on both counts?

they gotta be on LV426

Actually guys if you look at the planet and LV-426 you will see they are 2 completely different places. LV-426 is a barren moon and the planet in the trailer has an atmosphere like earth's and is much more well lit. Regards, Rick

could be ancient earth..

Maybe I'm wrong with what I say below, but what if the scene of the vehicles on the road are actually on the Earth? I'm not sure but maybe the ship is sighted on the horizon is not the Prometheus. On the other hand the landscape of snowy mountains could also be a scene of the Earth. I think that part of the trailer esposible occurs during archaeological or paleontological discovery, who knows, in fact I remember the first trailer for STAR WARS Episode 3 exhibited several scenes and sequences that mostly had no connection or simply were disorganized and random. Another explanation is that LV-426 is a terraformed moon or another planet of Zeta Reticuli system. Regards

My brother and I were always close, indeed, even as children we enjoyed exploring each other's bodies and snuggling together naked. My brother is older than me by two years and he always led our experimentation. I was game for whatever he wanted to do because I worshipped him. Oh yes, I'm Barry (my brother calls be Baz). Around the time Bill, my brother, turned 12 our antics became much more sexual. I do not know where he got the ideas from but the experimentation stepped up a notch. Bill said that we could get really good feelings from sucking on each other's willies, and we did. I loved it. I think I loved sucking him even more than being sucked. We still bathed together at that time and during one of our baths he offered to wash my bottom. Any excuse for him to touch me I gladly encouraged. As he soaped my bum I felt his fingers playing with my hole and I liked it. Then I felt him push a finger into me and wiggle it around - I liked that too. As time went on he got braver and more adventurous, he used more than one finger and sometimes even objects to stimulate my hole. He never wanted me to touch him there though. Eventually one day he told me that he was going to put his willy into me. I was thrilled, not because of the anticipation of the sensation but because of the increased intimacy it would bring. I didn't understand it but looking back I realise that by then I had fallen deeply in love with him. When he pushed his willy into me the first time it gave me the best feelings ever, physically and emotionally. He realised that by moving it in and out he could increase his pleasure. I don't think he was thinking of mine, but it worked for me too. This new activity continued for some time and it wasn't only restricted to the bathroom. Most nights we would end up in one bed and his willy always ended up in my bum. I couldn't get enough though, so it was not totally one-sided pleasure. By the time Bill was 13 he was producing sperm and I loved the feeling as he squirted it into me. I liked the taste of it too. We had kissed a lot as children, everyone thought it 'cute'. In our private times our kissing became passionate though as our sexual activity increased so did the intensity of our kissing. Being kissed by my brother was almost as good as the sexy stuff we did. Bill also introduced piss-play into our bathtimes, it started off as just larking around and eventually it became a ritual that we messed around pissing on each other and eventually sucked piss from each other's willies at the start of our bath. Never once did I think it gross. As Bill progressed into his teens, however, he discovered girls. Increasingly I was set to one side to make room for his amourous adventures with the opposite sex. I was hurt and sad but occasionally he would come back to me (probably only when he was between girlfriends though) and I sought solace from those infrequent reminders. I was still deeply in love with him, but I guess he wasn't so smitten with me. As we got older we grew further apart, eventually he stopped coming to me and dropped all expressions of affection toward me. I knew what it meant but I knew that I would always be in love with him, no matter what. Bill had always been involved with the local youth club, he was very sporty and got involved in a lot of the activities the club arranged. By his mid-twenties (and the time of this story) he was the principal leader. Also by this time he had left home and had set up with his long term girlfriend. I still lived at home with Mum and Dad. Out of the blue I received a Call from him, it started "Hi Baz, I need a really big favour, can you help me?" Well, still carrying a torch for him, it was a silly question, I'd do anything for him and he probably knew that. So I said "Sure, what is it?" He went on to describe the arrangments he had made for a summer camp for the youth club boys and that he had been let down by a couple of the adult leaders. He explained that there was a legal requirement for a certain ratio of adult to youth and that he needed at least one other adult for the camp to be able to be held. How could I say no, it would mean spending time with the guy I loved with no females around to distract him. I agreed. I had only a couple of days to organise myself but was excited. Bill and I had a couple of chats about the proposed activities and the plans in general, he seemed to have thought of everything. In my mind though, rather than thinking about the activities planned for the boys, I imagined that Bill and I would share a tent together and that our love and passion could be re-kindled. The day came and I turned up with my gear at the youth club at the appointed time, there were a couple of people carriers and a mini-bus. We loaded the roof-rack of the mini-bus with all the gear and tied it all down securely. The smaller bags and boxes of food were put inside the other vehicles. The boys ages ranged from about 12 to 16 and they all seemed like nice kids. There were a few cuties amongst the group who caught my eye and I wondered if my brother ever thought of them in that way, indeed it did make me wonder momentarily about his motives for being involved with the club, but I dismissed that thought. I do find myself attracted to younger guys and the few encounters I had enjoyed since my brother left home had been with lads younger than me, but my mind was on my brother. Bill was driving the mini-bus and I was riding alongside him. I was happy. As we drove he talked about his plans for the camp and eventually got round to the sleeping arrangments. He said that he had divided the group and leaders so as to make the best use of the various tents which were available, some being considerably larger than others. I was waiting for the moment that he would announce that we were sharing, but it didn't come. Instead he said, "I've put you in the smallest tent with Tony and Kevin, they are brothers and seem to be a little uncomfortable in larger groups, they are very close to each other and don't like to be separated. I think they are quite insecure and would be happier being in a separate tent and I wanted every tent to have a leader in it." I was a little deflated by learning that I would not be sharing with Bill. Bill told be which the boys were and I turned around to look in the back of the mini-bus. I could see them on a twin seat together, they were pretty quiet compared to the others. Tony was apparently nearly 14 and Kevin still 12, they were both good looking boys. I guess you would say that Tony's hair was mousy brown, but Kevin's was pure blond, he was adorable. I soon found myself forgetting about not sharing a tent with Bill. I turned and faced front again. Bill said, "They are really sweet boys. Their mother is widowed and has had a pretty difficult time financially. The boys have been coming to the club for about a year and I have tried to get them to interact with others as much as I can. We are getting there slowly, but they are like Siamese twins and don't like to be parted. They seem to feel safe with me and to tell the truth are a bit clingy and I'd like them to develop trust in another adult figure, that's why I thought of you. I think that you are the sort of person they need. You are a loving and gentle guy and they could do well to have a friend like you." It was the nicest thing he had ever said about me and nearly brought me to tears, I just said "Thanks Bill, that's kind, I'll do my best." We drove on. A couple of hours later we arrived at the site which, to be honest, seemed a little primative, actually I struggled to regard it as a proper campsite. There did seem to be toilets and showers though. The land used for the site was obviously farmland that was unsuitable for crops or grazing. There were patches of open space dotted with clumps of bushes and small copses of trees, No thought had been given to opening up the space. Our tents were therefore going to be dotted around rather than grouped. Bill and one of the other leaders walked around the site deciding which tent was going where and each group was then directed to the spot. My little group was quite lucky we had been allocated a space between some bushed areas and was therefore quite private. There was a central open area though, sufficient for us to erect a dining shelter and dig a pit for a camp fire. I introduced myself to my tent-mates and tried to engage with them, it was a struggle. As we tried to erect the tent though we had a few laughs, mainly at my incompetance, and they seemed to loosen up. When the tent was eventually up we crawled inside and laid out our mats and sleeping bags. The boys were together toward the back and I was at the front. I jokingly said that I would be the sentry and protect them from attack. The look that came back made me realise that they were indeed grateful and comforted by my presence. We decided that we should change into some more appropriate clothes and I offered to leave the tent. Surprisingly they said that it didn't matter and we all started to get out of our travelling clothes. The tent was big enough for 6 so we had enought room to move. I got down to my boxers and the boys their briefs, I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help sneeking glances. They were very very cute, Tony, the older one had a good size bulge in his briefs and actually Kevin's wasn't so bad either. I was glad that I was in loose boxers as my cock was starting to stiffen and I could see that the boys were stealing glances in my direction too. I slipped on some chino shorts and a tee shirt and headed out. A couple of minutes later the boys emerged and we went to check out the rest of the site. As it turned out the site wasn't so bad, there were other open spaces and a large wood on site. As we explored the wood we even found a river with several areas which would suit bathing and swimming. We followed it along and found some even quieter spots and agreed that we would keep them secret. The boys seemed to be much more relaxed with me now and I was pleased. Our trudge through the woods had left us hot and I suggested that we sat by the river for a while to cool down. We found a nice spot and rested. I asked the boys how they were enjoying the club and they said that they had a good time but admitted to being a little overwhelmed at times. I told them that I understood and that as a youngster I only wanted to be in my brother's company, nobody elses. The looked at each other and something passed between them. I asked them how they got on with my brother and they said that they liked him a lot and that he was the only reason they stuck with the club. I said something like "He's very special to me too" and they again passed that look between them. Tony, the older one, said "When you were our ages, did you stick together?" I answered "We were very close indeed and did everything together, even at your ages we still shared a room and bathed together." "We do too", said Kevin. I replied, "That's really nice, you should cherish each other while you can because one day you might not be able to be so close." Tony boldly said, "Is that what happened with you and Bill?". I nodded and was quite saddened. Tony sensed it and said "I'm sorry Barry, I didn't mean to upset you." I smiled at him and said "You are very sweet and I know that your comment was innocent, but yes that is indeed what happened, as we got older he seemed to want me less and less and I miss him terribly." I was surprised when the two boys hugged me but relished it and clung onto them for what seemed like ages. We parted and I said "Thank you guys, that made me feel really good and a whole lot better". Tony said, "We can only imagine how bad it must feel, I don't think we could cope with being parted." and they held hands. I was touched. We meandered back and joined in with the party putting up the dining shelter. Then the kitchen area was constructed and a late lunch prepared. After that Bill and the other main leader set out the plans and some of the activities they had arranged but said that the afternoon was free for the boys to explore the area and collect fire wood. A time was agreed for the return and they departed in groups. My boys lingered behind and I asked them why, the told me that they would rather stay with me. I told them that I was flattered but they should be having fun. They said they would like to explore the woodland some more and follow the river even further and wanted me to be with them. I agreed. Having see where the other groups had headed, we took a different route into the woods, eventually though we found our river and traced our steps to the places we found earlier. As we followed the river we discovered that some of the banks were almost impassable but we got through and found some great places. The boys were thrilled with each discovery. Then we happend upon a clearing, surrounded by dense undergrowth and accessible only from the river bank it was grassy and gently sloped to the river. It was now mid afternoon and quite warm and I suggested to the boys that we rested. So we lay on the grass in our oasis. Out of nowhere Tony said, "Do you think its strange that two brothers should be so close". I was puzzled and asked him what he meant, he said "Some people think its weird that Kevin and I are so close." I said "They are just jealous and don't understand what love means. It isn't something that you can ignore. It is true that many siblings are not as close as you two, but I think they are missing out. In my mind there cannot be anything purer than the love you two clearly have for each other. As you get older though things will probably change and your lives will develop in different directions. Hopefully you'll keep the closeness you have but you will also have other people, partners, to consider." Tony thought for a moment and said "I don't want a partner, I only want Kevin." Keven added "Me too". I said, "That's sweet but from personal experience I can tell you that as you mature other drivers will come into force, hormones will kick in and sex will rear its head, emotional attachments will come and could pull you apart." The boys looked at each other again in a way that made me think of me and my brother, I wondered then if they were lovers. Tony then said "I know what you are saying and we've talked about all that." I thought that very mature. Tony then said "Did you and Bill share a bed?" I was a little startled but said "Yes, from very early ages we found ourselves in one or the other's bed and we slept together right up into our teens." I then got bold and asked if they shared a bed and Tony said "Yes we do and we always have, in fact I don't think we have ever spent one night apart." It made me miss the closeness I had with Bill and said "I envy you and if you want to zip your sleeping bags togther that will be fine with me". Tony said "Thanks" and then followed with "Why did Bill stop sleeping with you?" I said "Well he was maturing and getting interested in girls and I suppose that being with them was more interesting to him than being with me." It hit a nerve and I could feel myself welling up. Tony said "Well that shouldn't stop him loving you and wanting to be with you at night." I replied "I guess he found it too confusing." Tears were filling my eyes and they noticed. "Sorry" Tony said as he reached over to hug me. Kevin joined the hug and I couldn't hold back, I sobbed. The boys held me tight and as I calmed down I felt lips kiss my tears from both sides. It was gently and loving and I held on to the boys as we lay on the grass. Nothing was said for ages. I turned to each and kissed their foreheads. I said "I'm so sorry about that, I lost control, I've only ever done that in private before. I guess I'll never get over it. I want to tell you something that must be a secret, Bill and I were lovers as well, our relationship was sexual too." The boys were quiet and I wondered if I had said the right thing. A while later Tony said "I guess, until recently, we didn't really understand what sexual meant we play around a lot and I suppose some of that is what you might call sexual." I said no more but my mind conjured up thoughts of them experimenting and I found myself getting really hard. As we were still in our group embrace I wondered if either could feel it and it made me even harder. I broke the silence and said "I guess its time to go, we still have to collect fire wood". As we stood I caught each of them stealing glances at the front of my shorts. I wasn't sure how much my hard-on showed but I didn't want to draw attention by checking it out. We clambered back along the bank using branches to hold on to. As we got back into the wood we started to collect fire wood. As we did Tony said "I want to to go back there sometime and swim naked." Kevin quickly added, "Me too, that would be fun". I kept quiet believing this to be a private thing. Then Kevin said "Only if you come too Barry." I was thrilled but said, "That's a lovely thought but I'm not sure that you would really want me playing gooseberry." Tony replied, "You wouldn't be, we would want to share it with us." I said, "That's very considerate of you and I am touched." We collected wood and when we could carry no more we headed back to camp. We deposited ours onto the pile and offered our help in preparing dinner. We were each assigned different duties and mine was peeling potatoes, my favourite pastime. As I worked my brother came over to me and asked how I was doing with the brothers. I told him that we were starting to bond and felt that everything would work out well. He smiled and said "I knew you were the right guy for the job, to be honest I'm grateful that their attention will be directed elsewhere, I was beginning to feel that I was their only crutch in life." I replied, "You should be pleased and flattered that they regard you as a trusted figure." He said, "Don't get me wrong, I do, but I had the feeling that their affection for me might be turning into some sort of attraction." I said, "Don't flatter yourself, the poor boys are lonely and have no father figure, it is only natural that they should seek to replace that gap and to be honest Bill, I think you are being selfish. Think how we would have felt if we hadn't had a Dad." He was quiet for a moment and the said, "Sorry, as usual you are absolutely right, but to be totally candid, I didn't want them falling in love with me." I replied "There you go again, thinking of yourself, would it have hurt you if they did fall in love with you? You could still have helped them through even if their love was not reciprocated. Or was it that you were afraid that you might respond to that love and find yourself loving them too?" I was surprised at how bold I had been. Bill was obviously uncomfortable so I stopped my tirade and apologised saying "Sorry, I went too far." He put his arm around me and said, "Its ok, I've been due that ticking off for a number of years, I treated you badly and rebuffed your love because I couldn't cope with it and I am deeply sorry for that." He kissed my forehead and walked away. I didn't know whether I wanted to explode or cry. I looked up and saw that both Kevin and Tony were looking at me and realised that they must have seen the exchange between me and Bill, although I doubted they would have heard anything. Tony came over to me and just said, "Are you ok?" and that was too much for me and I started to fill up. I put down the peeler and went to the tent. A couple of minutes later the boys arrived, they said nothing and just hugged me. I sobbed into them, letting out the pent up emotions that I had bottled for years. Once I had calmed down they both kissed me on the cheek and Tony said "I think I understand now what you were telling us, it would break my heart to lose Kevin and I can see that your heart has been broken. I will always remember this, thanks for allowing us in." I said, "You sweet guys have been my salvation, it is I that should thank you, you have given me the courage to deal with stuff I have buried for years." I kissed each of them on the forehead and suggested that they returned to their chores. A few minutes later I followed. The eveing meal turned out well and eveyone played their part, after there were a few games and a bit of a sing-song around the fire. All of the boys seemed to enjoy it. Kevin and Tony weren't far from my side for the whole evening. The boys retired for bed before the adults, first heading for the toilet/shower block. There was probably a lot of horsing around between them and I quietly prayed that my two were ok and not being intimidated. About an hour later I retired from the fireside. At the tent I found that the boys had zipped their sleeping bags together and were wrapped in each others arms, fast asleep. Their shoulders were bare and I wondered if they were naked, my cock hardened at the sight and thought as I undressed. I lay on my sleeping bag naked and hard and just looked at them. The moonlight was surprisingly bright and penetrated the tent enough that I hadn't needed my torch. I stroked my cock gently as I thought of the many times that my brother and I had enjoyed such intimacy. I felt drowsy so got into my bag, but it was relatively mild so I left it partially unzipped. As I drifted off I looked at my boys and felt the glow of love for them. I do not know what time it was when I stirred but I must have been in a half-sleep. I must have been having an erotic dream (although I couldn't remember ther detail), that much I realised as my cock was throbbing and wet. In my drowsiness my hands went to my groin and I stroked my hardness, it felt wonderful. As my consciousness increased I realised that I was uncovered and opened my eyes to find that I had an audience. My boys were wide awake and staring at my manhood. I pulled the side of the sleeping bag over myself quickly and felt myself blush. I said quietly "I am so sorry about that, I forgot where I was." Tony said "Don't be sorry, we've been watching you for ages and we really liked it." Kevin said "I think your willy is awesome, can I see it some more". I replied, "I think that might get me into trouble. Casual nudity in front of minors is one thing, but I could get into all sorts of trouble if anyone found out that I hade exposed myself to you in an aroused state." Tony said, "We won't tell anyone, after all we know we can trust you not to tell anyone about us." I thought for a while and the eroticism of the moment took over and I pulled aside the sleeping bag to reveal my throbbing member. I looked at my boys as I stroked myself and saw them undo their sleeping bag. They were naked and the first cock I saw was Kevin's it was about 3 inches long and totally hairless, his forskin only half retracted. As they untwined Tony's was revealed, he had about an inch more and it looked like it was a slightly larger replica of his brothers. They were beauties. Tony looked like he had a few hairs sprouting. The sight made my cock throb and I stroked it harder. The boys had grasped each other's cocks and were wanking steadily. I said "You guys are very sexy, I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off you." Tony said "We don't want you too, we've always talked about doing sexy stuff with someone older than us. We want you to teach us everything we've heard about. We've only explored sucking each other but don't even know if we're doing that right." I replied, "Show me what you do". Kevin, the younger one, clambered around and put his mouth over his brothers cock and started to suck, it looked a bit clumsy. I said "Spin round Kevin so that Tony can suck you at the same time." He did and Tony's mouth sucked in his younger brother's cock. I said "watch your teeth guys and use your tongues to work over your brother's cock head and under his foreskin." The boys were slurping and sucking and it was highly erotic. It was not long before I said "This is so sexy, I'm going to blow my load soon". They immediately broke apart Tony said "Can we suck you as you do?" I said, "Go for it, but you'd better be quick". I let go of my cock and in a split second two juvenile mouths connected with my cock. The licked and sucked like professionals and I was soon taken to the brink. My cock erupted between them and I felt my spunk spurt out of me in several powerful squirts. Their mouths remained connected to me and I looked down to see their faces covered with my semen. They licked and sucked it off each other whist still taking the time to draw the final drops out of me. They continued with their clean up until all traces of my come were gone. I said "My God that was fantastic, you seem to know what you like." Tony said, "We've been sucking on each other's willy's since were were little kids and one day our Dad caught us at it, he was naked, as he often was, and told us to carry on while he rubbed his big stiff willy. After a while he told us to suck him and as we did he squirted his stuff into our mouths. We really liked it. That only happened a few times before he died and ever since we've wanted to taste a man's stuff again." I said "I'm honoured, and I should return the favour, let me suck you both." They laid together hip to hip. I moved around and knelt over them. Their boy-cock were rigid and hard as rocks and I began sucking them alternately, taking time to lick their balls too. Tony seemed to love that. They began kissing and it was clear how passionately they loved each other. As I sucked and licked their groins my hands and fingers worked between their legs until I found their holes which I fingered in turn, they both seemed to like that a lot. They were both getting pretty worked up and I sucked them hard, young Kevin was the first to shudder with his dry orgasm. Tony soon followed and as he hit his climax I tasted watery semen in my mouth, it wasn't much but it was wonderful. I came up for air and looked down at them, they looked so content. I said "Its still very early, why don't we snuggle down for a while." They nodded and Tony said "Please get in with us". The parted and I lay in between them and we pulled the top of the sleeping bag over us. The cuddled into my sides and I kissed each one in turn, this time on the lips. Theirs wrapped over me and I could feel them stroking my cock and playing with my balls. I said "You've made me very happy guys and I love being sexy with you, but are you ok with this because if we carry on the sex is going to get much more intense and amongst other things I would want to fuck you both. I guess now is the time for you to tell me the limits." Tony said "We want to do everything with you, we've seen guys fucking on the internet and really want to try it. If my Dad was still alive we would have wanted him to do it to us, but he's not and now that we've found you we want it to be you." I said "I'm flattered and I would love to be your tutor, but we have to be very discrete, nobody can know what we do." Tony said "That's ok, you know how private we are anyway." I ran my hands down their backs and gripped a buttock in each hand. The were firm and round. I said, "Maybe we'll be able to duck out of some of the activities and go back to that clearing by the river, it would be a fantastic place to make love." They both agreed. After a short snooze, we agreed to get up, we all needed the toilet anyway. I slipped on a pair of loose shorts and some shoes and the boys followed suit. We grabbed out towels and wash bags and headed for the toilet block, we seemed to be the first up. It felt good being nearly naked as we walked across the field and I wished I had been brave enough to leave the shorts off. I shared my thought with the boys and they both agreed. We were indeed the first there and we each used a toilet before going to the showers. They were simple and open, just two rows of five shower heads facing each other. They weren't that spacious though and I couldn't help thinking that if every shower head was in use there would be very little room for manoevre. We stripped off our shorts and shoes and it felt good to be naked with my boys. It was the first time I could take in their bodies fully and they were quite beautiful. The water was surprisingly warm and we soaped up. They boys couldn't help but touch each other and it reminded me so much of how my brother and I were at that age. I joined in and took charge of washing their bottoms as they were both soaped up I slipped a finger into each hole, they loved it. I massaged their rings and my cock stiffened, I said "You guys have the most perfect arses and I can't wait to be able to get my tongue and my cock into them." Tony said, "Neither can we." We were all fully hard and I suggested that we should cease our pleasures should in case someone else showed up. We separated and rinsed and our cocks started to soften. Others then started to arrive and more bodies joined the showers. It was a feast for the eyes to see these nubile youths naked and cavorting. I noticed a couple of them looking at my cock. My boys had exited and were drying, but I hung back. I saw that a couple of the newcomers were starting to sprout stiffies and my cock started to fill. It didn't go unnoticed, but I thought it was time for a strategic exit. The day's activities went well and I noticed a new confidence in my boys throughout. We had no real opportunity to escape the group during the day but before we knew it it was bed-time and time for the boys to turn in. They all disappeared. My brother sat alongside me by the fire and said, "I've noticed a difference in Kevin and Tony already, what's the secret?" I replied "I don't know really, I've just related to them as if they were adults and shown them that there are people out there who care." He commented "Well it seems to be working, so well done." I thanked him and said that I was turning in. I went to the tent and climbed in, the boys were still awake and Tony said "Will you sleep in our sleeping bag with us." I said, "I'd love to" and stripped off. I slid in between them and felt them wrap themselves around me. Hands were stroking me all over and I felt my cock harden. I cuddled the boys and kissed them gently on the lips in turn. I said "You guys are so lovely, you make me feel really alive and I haven't felt like this for what seems a long time. I love the feeling of your bodies against me, you turn me on so much." They didn't comment but Tony kissed me on the lips, pushing his tongue unto my mouth, We kissed passionately whilst I felt his younger brother slide down inside the sleeping bag and take my cock into his mouth. We broke for breath and I whispered, "Do you know what your baby brother is doing?" Tony said "Yes, he's been talking about it all day to I said that tonight it could be all his as long as I could kiss you as much as I wanted." I replied, "Seems like a good deal to me", and our kissing resumed. Young Kevin was doing a fantastic job on my cock, pushing his tongue under my foreskin and running it around the head. He was licking my balls too at times. He was really good and I had to say, "I'm gonna come soon". Tony scooted down to join his brother and it was only a matter of seconds until I was spurting my come. The lapped and licked me for ages and they were kissing too, obviously sharing my stuff. Eventually they came up for air and we all kissed for ages. I felt the boys drifting off and we snuggled together and slept. It was a wonderful sleep and I eventually woke slowly feeling my boys snuggled to me. I stroked them and thought, I wish they were truly mine, that I was their father. I laid there in the bliss of our embrace savouring it. Slowly they woke and we kissed gently. We were all bursting for a pee and decided to head for the shower block. I put my head out of the tent and nobody was around so I said quietly, "Let's walk there naked" The boys both nodded. We put on our shoes and grabbed our towels and shorts and headed off. We all had stiff dicks. When we were clear of the tents I said "Doesn't this feel wonderful", they both agreed. As we walked on I said "Have you guys ever messed around with pee? They laughed and Tony said , "Yeah, we have pee fights all the time in the bathroom." I said "My brother introduced me to it when we were young, what we call watersports, and I really got into it. Do you think we could mess around a bit before we shower." They both nodded. As we entered the showers I said "Ok guys, I want you to piss on me, all over, I want to be soaked in your piss from head to foot." To their amazement I laid down on the tiled floor and closed my eyes. I felt a hot stram hit me and looked up, it was young Kevin. Then Tony started and they moved their piss jets up and down my body as I massaged it I was in heaven but wanted to taste them so I said "One at a time guys, aim for my mouth, I want to taste your piss. Tony was first and I relished his pee, Keven then did it and his was even sweeter. They started to slow down though so I sat up and brought them to me. I sucked on both their leaking cocks at the same time, until they stopped. I stood up and kissed their mouths, they tasted themselves in me. While were were kissing my cock started to pee and it was Kevin who noticed first. He took my cock and pointed it upwards and my flow was hitting them both under their chins. Kevin was the first to dip his head to get a taste and Tony followed. They smiled as I continued to bathe them as my flow dwindled Tony dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. Kevin joined him and they drank me dry. They stood and we kissed and caressed each other. It was wonderful and erotic. I thought I heard voices so I started the showers we parted and began to wash and our cocks started to subside. It was not long before a couple of other boys came in and my two made a hasty retreat. I hung around though, soaking up the beauties in front of me. They had noticed my semi-hard cock and stared. They were firming up too and I felt my cock rising at the sight. I made a show of soaping myself and washing my now fully hard cock. They copied and one of them, even though he was totally hairless squirted stuff out of his 4 incher. The older one could obvously not hold back either, did the same. I turned toward them and wanked my cock into orgasm and sprayed them both with my spunk. I rinsed and left, saying nothing. Kevin and Tony were at the sinks cleaning their teeth, although they appeared dry they hadn't put their shorts on yet, it pleased me that they were getting more confident. They didn't even bother when a couple of other lads drifted in. I joined then at the sinks and cleaned my teeth and noticed in the mirrors that the other lads were now naked. My eyes drank in the beauty of these youths. The other boys then came out of the shower and began to dry themselves. I said to my two "Well I suppose that we had better put something on before we head back, unlike when we walked here." I had said it deliberately to see the reaction of the other lads and there were raised eyebrows between them. I left it at that and slipped on my shorts, as did my boys. As we walked back I said, "that was fun" and they both giggled.

please, someone can kill or burn down this stupid troll, honestly this is pretty nasty and is totally out of control.

thats fucking disgusting

*fuck Resurrection not 3 alien 3 is NOT as bad as everyone says it is. it went through production hell at as a result it did not meat the same class as the first 2 movies, but the special edition was just as good if not better then aliens (go watch that if you have not seen it) and the idea that the alien takes traits from whatever it burst out of is a great and important one. also i consider alien 3 the movie that could have been the best of all the alien movies by far, and sadly it dropped 2 of the coolest movie ideas to ever not be used in a movie. the first is the wooden planet and the second is gigers unused alien design. sorry for ranting abut this here but i was waiting for the chance to because everyone hates alien 3 for no reason lol [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=DkvzPnODNTQ]gigers unused alien design[/url]

The alien Queen is just great, while East very trite and used. indeed aliens made a great contribution to create an original concept (although that isn't the canon of scott). In the case of alien 3 only will say that it is a regular film, I say perhaps was not the best of all, but this far better than the resurrection. Of Alien Resurrection I did not like the human-Xenomorph hybrid. The problem of Alien 3 and Alien 4 is that not contribute anything. I think Alien 3 was the time to tell a story about the origin of the xenomorph and then supplement it with Alien 4. In fact, the same Mr. Scott was wondering why no one had the idea of telling the story of SJ? Meaning, what was that?

i hate 3

not that it would be bad or anything, but the character of ripley and the alien series is milked dry, its just not worth it :(

yeah because of 3 and 4

I met Charley at a freshman frat party. All freshmen went to these fraternity parties. The idea is to get everyone drunk and horny and introduce them to the "American College Experience." I don't weigh too much and after four beers I was pretty drunk. I was looking around for a girl to hook up with when Charley bumped into me and spilled both of our drinks on my shirt. I guess she was a bit drunk too because instead of being apologetic she only laughed at me. I was really embarrassed and she could see it too. I don't know what came over her, but she grabbed my hand and started pulling me across the frat house. In my state, I wasn't about to stop a busty girl from pulling me anywhere, but I was also a bit scared. I didn't get a good look at her and I had no idea what her intentions were and I didn't even know her name. She finally brought me into one of the upstairs bathrooms in the frat house. She said she'd help me clean my shirt but when we got into the bathroom she just ripped it right off of me. It was a flimsy (and now soaked) cotton v-neck, but I was nevertheless surprised at her strength and the ease with which she ripped it from my body. Any mystery as to her intentions were dispelled when she slammed my 5'9" and 140 lb frame against the bathroom wall and shoved her tongue down my throat. With her heels on she was a bit taller than me. I felt one hand grab my face and the other went to my ass as her big soft breasts pushed me against the wall, her body squeezing me softly like a heavy pillow. I had totally forgiven her for ruining my shirt. We necked in that bathroom for a few minutes and she started to moan. I asked her if she wanted to find somewhere more comfortable but she just pushed me down on the toilet seat and unzipped my pants, first pulling them down to my ankles and then entirely off. I was completely naked in this frat-house bathroom. She got down on her knees and pulled out my dick. I've always been a bit embarrassed about its size but she only smiled and as she softly kissed the tip. Her head was different. Don't take that the wrong way, it felt great but I thought that maybe she was drunk or something because she didn't take the whole thing in her mouth like they do in porn. Instead, she squeezed the base of my cock hard with one hand would just gently lick just the head of my cock, teasing my balls with her other hand. It drove me absolutely insane. Just as I was about to cum she squeezed my balls hard and I screamed in pain and pleasure. I fell off the toilet seat and landed on the filthy floor a few feet away from her. When I came to, still horny and unsatisfied, I was about to scream at her for what she had done. Then I noticed that she was crying. The sober, sane part of my mind was telling me to get rid of this crazy bitch and run out of there, but the drunk and still horny part of me wanted to do anything to get some release and satisfaction. I stayed with her in the bathroom. I asked her what was the matter and in between sobs she explained that whenever she makes a boy cum, they always get up and leave. She said she had a miserable first semester on account of it. I promised her that wouldn't be the case with me, that I was not just using her, that I wasn't that type of guy. I don't think I meant anything I said, but she had me under her spell and I would have done anything to get her to finish what she started. She stopped crying and looked me in the eye and asked me to seriously swear that I was not using her, and that I would give it a real shot. I'm not sure if it was the booze talking or my balls, but it certainly was not my brain. Without hesitation or knowing what I was getting into: "I swear." She gave me a radiant smile and pulled off her form-fitting shirt, displaying her D-cup breasts now encased only in a tightly fitting black bra. She reached behind her and in a moment her pale beautiful breasts were free. I couldn't take my eyes off of her huge nipples that poked out like pencil erasers and I had an instinctive urge to put them in my mouth. Still on the bathroom floor, she straddled my body, laying me down on the cold tile floor. The chill gave me a shiver, which made her giggle and she told me that she'd "warm me up." Leaning over me, she brought her breast to my mouth. She teased my tongue by letting her thick nipple dip in and out of my mouth. Finally, she grabbed the top of my head and thrust her nipple into my mouth. Nearly suffocating, I sucked on her nipple greedily as her breast engulfed my face. She again reached for my balls as I sucked. She stroked them gently, tickling them at the base. Then, she placed one finger on the head of my dick and moved it up and down. It was the lightest touch, but with her thick body on top of me pinning me down, the stimulation in my balls, and her nipple filling my mouth, I came all over her stomach and my chest. I looked up at her with a dumb smile as she scooped the cum off of her stomach. Looking at her in satisfaction, she rubbed it into my chest moaning as she did it. I didn't particularly enjoy being covered in my own cum, but I didn't care if it made her happy. I had never came like that before and I was ecstatic. Between the orgasm and the booze, I got very sleepy very quickly. She grabbed my hand, wrapped a towel around me, and took me into a bedroom. She told me that it was her ex-boyfriend's room but it was fine that we could stay there. I was worried, but wasn't about to complain as she wrapped us up in some silky sheets holding my body tightly. I can't remember everything she whispered in my ear, but just as I was passing out she told me that her name was Charley. A Budding Relationship I woke up in the bed with an incredible hangover. Charley was nowhere to be found. It was bright and sunny outside. I must have slept for a while. Pulling myself together I remembered that I was sleeping in a guy's bed, and not just any guy, the ex-boyfriend of a girl I had hooked up with the night before. Forgetting briefly that I left my clothing in the bathroom, I looked around the room for them but couldn't find anything. Charley had me naked, stuck in her ex-boyfriends room looking through his shit. I was definitely in a perilous situation and knew I had to get out of there fast. Just then the door opened and I freaked out and grabbed the nearest article of clothing I could find to cover myself up. In doing so, I accidentally knocked over a whole set of clothes that were neatly stacked on this guy's dresser. I was in a state of panic, but breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Charley walk in. She looked at me quizzically and asked why I fucking around with Jake's clothes. I asked her who Jake was. She laughed and told me I should know considering I was holding his underwear up to my crotch. I looked down, first noticing that what I had grabbed turned out to be a pair of neon blue spandex underwear and I was indeed using them to cover my crotch. Then I realized I was standing in a pile of maybe a dozen pairs of brightly colored underwear that I had accidentally knocked down. I tried explaining that I couldn't find my clothing and that I had just grabbed whatever I could when I thought I was going to be caught. Charley just nodded her head condescendingly and laughed. She explained that Jake was her old boyfriend but that he had turned out to be gay, or at least bi, and they broke up. They remained on good terms and he let her use his room when he was out of town. She told me there was nothing to worry about, but that I should probably refold his clothing and put it back so he doesn't notice. I asked her about my clothing and she said she didn't know, she couldn't find them in the bathroom. She laughed, saying that my destroyed shirt last-night was a goner but suggested that the fraternity maid was probably washing the rest of my clothing thinking they belonged to one of the fraternity brothers. I found the whole situation strange, but she told me not to worry about it and that the maid would have them washed and folded by tomorrow. In the meantime she told me I could borrow some of Jake's clothes and that she'd return them before he got back. I told her there was no way I was going to borrow some gay guy's spandex underwear and she laughed at me. She found it hilarious that guys are so homo-phobic about borrowing other guy's clothes. But, she told me Jake was much bigger than me, so I wouldn't even fit in his clothes anyway. She rummaged through his stuff like it was her own, something I found a bit disturbing, and pulled out a pair of shorts and underwear from the back of his dresser. "Here, these must be from before Jake started working out," she said, throwing some clothes at me. Although not as gay as his other clothes, they were still pretty girlish: Black bikini-style spandex underwear, pastel blue short shorts, and a strappy yellow tank top. I told her there was no way I was going to put it on and she told me that I could suit myself, my clothes would be ready in twenty hours. Still completely naked, I looked around his dresser for another minute and only found clothes that were much more revealing. I shuddered and put the outfit on. "At least they make your legs look nice," Charley laughed. I shuddered again. Charley grabbed my package in the shorts as she ran her hand up down my leg. "And almost no hair, how do you manage that?" "I'm just not a hairy guy, I guess." I replied. I found my pair of flip-flops I had gone to the party with, and we both walked out. Downstairs, the frat-house was a complete mess. "Looks like the maid has her hands full, good thing you put on Jake's clothes." Charley said as I nodded. On one end of the large living room a group of frat guys were watching TV. We had to walk right in front of them in order to leave the frat house. I was absolutely mortified wearing such a feminine tank-top and blue short-shorts in front of so many men. Even the flip-flops showing off my little feet made me feel naked. I tried walking quickly in front of them but was stopped. "Dude, is that Jake's shirt?" One of them asked as we were leaving. I looked at Charley, unsure of what to say. "Of course it is, this is one of Jake's boy-friends", Charley said with an emphasis on `boy- friend.' "He and I slept over last night and he's just borrowing Jake's stuff for the day. They share clothes like that all the time." The frat-boy looked at me like I was from another planet. "Whatever," he said, and went back to paying attention to the TV. As we were leaving I yelled at Charley, "What was that?! Did you just imply to all those frat-guys that I was Jake's gay boyfriend?" "What the fuck was I supposed to say, that this is some guy I picked up last night, and he went rummaging through Jake's stuff to find some short shorts?" Embarrassed and not seeing the point in arguing, I dropped it. We went and got some breakfast. I was still very hungover and not feeling well, so I just got some cereal, but Charley ate a big plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. Despite her greasy breakfast, she was not a fat at all. With her large breasts and thick legs, Charley maintained a strong sexy body. Breakfast was nice. We finally had time to get to talk to each other. I actually liked Charley a lot; she was funny, smart, and really attractive. She told me about her bad experience with guys from the previous semester. That she had been goaded into sleeping with handful of guys over the course of a week or two and that at the end of it she felt totally used and dejected. She then met Jake, a junior, who was a great guy, but that dealing with his coming out was a whole other experience. We ended up spending the whole day together. We walked around campus for a couple of hours and then caught a matinee. It was a university theater and was practically empty at this time of day. The movie was some racial thing about a white guy whose wife ends up sleeping with a black guy and the resulting tension in their marriage. It was pretty boring and we started to make out. She put her hand down my short shorts, and I put mine down her tight jeans. It was the first time I touched her pussy, and it felt great. She obviously didn't wax down there, but she was sopping wet. "There's no one here, wanna do something crazy?" She asked. I nodded and she pulled her jeans right off of her in the middle of the theater. She wasn't wearing panties. "Lick." She said in a husky voice. I didn't need to be asked twice. I got on my knees in between her legs and she put her legs up on top of the seat in front of her. I've had a bit of experience eating girls out and I knew to go straight for her clit. It wasn't hard to miss, hers was huge. I put it in my mouth and stuck two fingers inside of her. She started to breath heavily. Although I couldn't see it, it sounded like there was some sex scene going on in the movie. She wrapped her legs around my head, and writhed as she wrapped her hips around my face. It only took a couple of minutes before she started to cum. And she came hard. I pushed my fingers in deeper and harder and she actually started squirting. I had seen it in porn, but never in real life. She squirted all over my face and into my mouth, it tasted like salt-water, but sweeter. When she was done, I turned my head around and saw the black guy and the wife in bed smoking a cigarette. I asked her if she got-off to the sex scene in the movie and she told me not to worry and that it was all due to my "expert little tongue." I spent the rest of the day hanging out with Charley. I felt a bit stupid walking around my college campus in short-shorts, and she kept on smacking my butt and snapping my tank-top straps, but it was a nice day nevertheless. We exchanged phone numbers, said goodnight and I went back to my dorm. When I got back home I walked passed a mirror and shuddered. I looked really girly in that outfit and you could see my black bikini underwear through the shorts. I rolled my eyes and got a bit of comfort thinking back to Charley's compliment on my legs. They really did look long and sexy in the outfit. I stripped off most of the clothes, but decided to sleep in the bikini underwear. They felt good holding my package tightly against my body and I didn't see the harm in wearing them for a couple more hours. Caught Over the couple of weeks I kept seeing Charley and we became closer. I got to explore more of her body and she got more of mine. But we did not have sex once, and only rarely she would get me to come. In fact, the first week I was with her she didn't touch my dick at all. She told me that she didn't like it hairy. I'm not a hairy guy and but I shaved it nevertheless to get some nookie. But she soon complained about the stubble. Now she makes me wax my dick. This is another one of those weird things about Charley that I've been suspicious about. But despite the embarrassment of buying body wax at the drug store (I say it's for my girlfriend and they laugh), now Charley will run her hands up and down it. She says she likes the smooth feel so now I wax to keep her happy. But even now that she'll touch my dick, I never get to come. It isn't for lack of ability on my part. No, I am always horny and ready for Charley, but she can be so cruel. She commonly comes over to my room, gets me naked and starts massage my back. She'll then slowly work her hands down towards my ass and then graze my balls and dick without really touching it. She uses baby oil and pours it all over my ass and dick. It feels weird to have the oil drip into my ass, but I have to admit, its sleek and slippery feel makes me feel sexy. She likes to really massage my ass and she'll smack it hard. Occasionally she'll bring her finger to the tip of my ass and the naughtiness excites me to no end. After a couple of minutes, I'll flip over and she teases my dick. More oil is dumped onto my stomach and dick, my bed inevitably becomes a mess. As she rubs the oil into my chest, she continues teasing my smooth dick and balls with her little finger. But even when she fully grabs my dick, she won't let me reach a release. She never jerks me quickly; she does long slow strokes, taking her time and making me enjoy it. She gets me so horny I could probably cum in an instant but she'll leave me there in a state of need and makes me lick her pussy until she comes. I do it every time because at that point I'd do anything for her and in fairness, I'm beginning to love going down on her. Besides her squirting, which I now get with regularity, when she comes she violently squeezes her legs together nearly suffocating me. I emerge from between her legs panting with my face covered in her juices. Often, she will already be sleeping. But occasionally she'll rub my balls and I'll get to jerk off and come on my stomach, which I have to wipe off. After a particularly maddening session with Charley, I needed to get release. So, while Charley was still sleeping on the bed I went to my computer to look at some porn. I don't even remember what it was. I was about to come when Charley woke up. She looked at me and saw what I was doing. It was a bit embarrassing, although I didn't see anything particularly wrong with it. But Charley went into a fit. She immediately started yelling, accusing me of liking the porn stars more than her. She said I was disgusting and that it was just like cheating. Her rage turned into tears. I tried consoling her, assuring her that it was only porn. She continued to cry, lamenting that I was going to leave her for some other girl. I said everything I could to calm her down, but she stormed out of my room in a huff leaving me completely confused and saddened. Reconciliation I didn't see Charley for the next few days. I was a mess. I called her, texted her, and even wrote on her facebook wall, but I would consistently be ignored. I didn't see the harm in looking at porn. But in my messages, I apologized and promised to never do it again without her permission. After a week of this, Charley showed up unannounced at my door. She looked serious and I was a bit scared of what she was going to do. Before she got a word in, I apologized again but she cut me off. "I've been doing a lot of thinking this week. I understand why you look at porn but I can't help but think how much of a pervert you are for sitting there in the dark, jerking yourself off to other women when you can have me to yourself." "I'm sorry, I promis--" "Stop it," she said, cutting me off again. "I know that it will only be a matter of time before you go back to it, so I'm willing to make a concession. You can look at porn if you want, but you have to watch it with me and I get to decide what we watch." I ran up to her thanking her, hugging her, feeling safe again that she was in my life. I promised her that starting today, I would not watch anything without her and was so happy that she agreed to watch it with me. I felt like it was a compromise we could both live with. The hugging turned into kissing and she reached into my pants and grabbed my dick, but instantly withdrew. "Why don't you go and get that taken care of down there," she said. I hadn't waxed in over a week and I guess it was beginning to show. "And while your at it," she added, "get rid of your leg and armpit hair, you know how much I like you nice and smooth." Strange, to be sure, but after not seeing Charley for a week and finally making up over our fight, I ran off to the bathroom to happily fulfill her request. I came skipping back from the bathroom in just my towel (I shaved my armpits in the shower after I waxed). She was sitting on my bed. "I have a surprise for you." She said. "And?" I asked, I was getting giddy from anticipation. "I thought that if I was going to get over this whole porn thing, I might as well start now. So ...," she paused to build it up more, "I went to the video store and got us something we could watch together." I beamed a huge smile at her, jumped on the bed, and gave her a hug. "Charley, you're the best, I can't believe you are being so open. " I said. "Thank you." "I didn't really know what to get so I just picked up whatever caught my eye," she said as she handed me the DVD. I looked at the title. "'Black Bro, White Ho: Anaconda Sessions Part Two'? That's a bit unexpected." I had watched interracial porn before, but it wasn't a particular favorite of mine. Charley looked at me like I just destroyed her soul, everything that she had gone through was for nothing. She was about to tear up. "No, no, no. I love it, it's perfect. I was just surprised that you would pick out that one, that's all." "I got it because it looked like they had really hard sex and I know how much you've wanted to do that with me." Charley said. "Exactly babe, don't worry. It's just what I wanted. I was just surprised that you would be able to guess my taste." A white lie. Charley beamed at me and ripped off the towel that was covering my now hairless body. She was still fully clothed, with her skin tight jeans and a tight tank-top covering her soft cushiony breasts. She popped the DVD in and I sat between her legs so that my head was resting on her breasts. Like usual, Charley got some body oil and started massaging my chest and reaching down to my dick. The movie started. It was like any other porn video I've seen. It started off with some loose plot, then everyone gets naked. Despite the miserable acting and budget production quality, I was able to discern that some sexy white women was stuck in a jungle and had to be saved from the anacondas by an African a native who really looked like a street thug (a du-rag in the jungle, come on). Within a few minutes, after a particularly cheesy action scene, the white girl's clothing was torn up and the black guy was getting undressed. Wow.... the guy's dick was huge. It must have been almost a foot, far bigger than mine. I started feeling a bit embarrassed sitting with Charley watching it. I looked up at her and she looked back at me and smiled. "I'd bet you like one of those, huh?" She said, which made me turn red. "Touch yourself for me baby." She guided my hand to my dick caressing it softly. In the movie, the girl quickly got to her knees and began sucking on this guys monster dick... ahem, anaconda, taking it all in. I started jerking off my small penis. It looked so pathetic compared to his, maybe only four or five inches at most. Charley was fingering herself while I lied on top of her. I kept on rubbing my cock as I felt her moistness on my back. The black guy in the movie was easily two or three times the size of the white girl. His deep black muscled body was in stark contrast to her soft white skin. He was like a beast taking control of small peaceful creature. He began fucking the poor white girl's face, his massive black tool pushing in and out of her little lips. Her chest and body became sleek from her spit and his pre-cum as it lewdly dripped from her mouth all over her body. It reminded me of the baby all over my own chest and pre-cum over my small cock. As the black guy built up his load, Charley built up her own. Charley was panting heavily now and could feel her wetness starting to lubricate my own back. The black guy started to cum, his thick man-juice filling up the soft white women's throat. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Charley screamed. I could feel her squirting on my back and behind my head. That pushed me over the edge and I started to come all over my stomach just as I saw the black guy's cum ooze out of the white women's mouth. I covered my stomach with cum and it mixed with the sleek oil as it slid all around my chest. The last thing I remember was watching the little white girl open her mouth, proudly showing it full of the black-man's seamen. She then closed her mouth swallowing the contents. As she did this, Charley scooped up some cum from my stomach, took a lick, smiled at me and sloppily stuffed the rest into my mouth getting it all over my face. Swallowing without complaint, I fell asleep a sticky wet mess in Charley's lap.

I had been crossdressing since my early teens and now ,at twenty two , still loved the feel and sensation of wearing female clothes.Living alone in a rented cottage gave me plenty of opportunities to do this and I would venture out for short walks in the woods when it was dark. I was only 5'5" and slim, with a soft, smooth, shaved body and women had often told me they wished they had legs as shapely as mine. One morning when checking my mail I noticed a small parcel in the letterbox.I opened it and inside there was a dozen photos of me walking along in blouse , skirt and heels.....and a note which read; IF YOU DON'T WANT THESE DISTRIBUTED AROUND THE VILLAGE. PHONE ME WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS. Trembling , I went inside and dialled the number written on the back. After a few rings , a man answered and I said that I had received the photos." Good. Now this is what you will do.Put all your women's clothing in a suitcase.Bring it with you and meet me at my car which will be parked around the corner tonight at 8.30.And be dressed as a woman."And then he hung up. That evening ,after I had packed two suitcases I had a large gin and tonic then began to get ready. I chose a pink lacy Berlei bra and put the soft silicon inserts into the cups ,slipped the straps over my shoulders and fastened it at the back.Then I put on the special gaff which tucked my penis away and pulled on a pair of silk black panties then a pair of black silk stay -ups. I sat at the mirror and applied my make up.. A light beige foundation from Revlon ,then mascara,eyeliner and eyeshadow from Rimmel and finally , my favourite pink lipgloss by Max Factor. I pulled on a shoulder length blonde wig which fitted snugly on my head and brushed it until it was curling round my ears. It was still quite warm for that time of year and I selected a tight and very short black miniskirt and a white cotton peasant blouse with puff sleeves. I put on a pair of gold hoop earrings and a couple of gold bangles and a gold loveheart on a chain around my slender neck. Finally , I slipped into a pair of black 4" stilettos, sprayed on my favourite perfume , Joy , and poured another gin and tonic. Then did my nails in pink to match my lips. It was now 8.25 so I finished my drink , put the suitcases outside the front door and locked the place.Fortunately , my cases had little trolley wheels and extendable handles, because they were very heavy. Dresses , coats ,skirts, blouses , sweaters , shoes , bras, panties,stockings, nighties ,all sorts of lingerie , wigs ,makeup bags,toiletries ,etc. My heels clicked on the concrete path as I dragged the cases around the corner and I waited nervously, hoping that neighbours would'nt walk past. Then a big Mercedes pulled up in front of me and a large black man got out . "I'll take these missy" . He put my luggage in the boot and opened the rear passenger door. I climbed in and sat down. A dark skinned man of about forty was inside and he smiled ,put his hand on my nylon clad thigh and said "Hello girlyboy , you have made a wise choice.I've been watching you for some time now and have taken plenty of photos and videos. Love your sexy legs , by the way. I'm Adam. What's your femme name?" " Linda" ,I whispered. "Have you ever been with a man , Linda ?" As we drove off I replied that I was'nt gay and again he smiled and said, "Even better.........I have plans for you , but more of that later". "Here take this" Adam handed me a joint." This will relax you. It's the best hash you can get" I took a few drags and immediately felt calm........and sexy."You love dressing as a woman ,Linda , don't you ? " I nodded. "Then why not do what women do ?" Adam unzipped his fly and took out his penis. It was long and thick and erect.He placed his hand behind my head and guided my mouth down to it . I parted my lips and took the glistening purple head into my mouth. I had often fantasised about this and now it was really happening.I loved the taste and smell of his cock and I sucked on it greedily.My fingers closed around the base ,massaging the shaft gently , my head bobbing up and down his length , hearing Adam making sounds of pleasure. ."Yes baby , yes "as my lips closed over my teeth , sucking him as I cupped his heavy balls with my other hand.Oh how I loved this...........this came so naturally to me..and it was my first time.I felt so womanly, so feminine.........so female. Then Adam stiffened and sent a stream of semen into my mouth. Warm and salty and I loved it.Swallowed it all."That was good Linda. Very good. You will make an excellent whore. And I will be your pimp"I was wondering what he was talking about when the car stopped outside a large sandstone building."Let's go Linda , Winston is my valet , he will take your cases" I followed Adam as he went into the foyer and pressed the lift button.We stopped at floor 15 and he opened the door of apartment 7. It was huge. 3 bedrooms, a living area, a kitchen, a separate lounge and a beautiful big bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable my dear , you are going to be living here" " Now pour me a drink , a single malt scotch , no ice. Pour yourself a ladies drink and sit down with me. I'll tell you what is going to happen to you " I loved the sound of my heels clicking on the tiled floor of his kitchen and the silicon inserts bouncing inside my bra. I felt so sexy and wanton. I poured the drinks and sat beside Adam. He was tall , well built , well dressed and spoke with a clipped accent. It later turned out that he was from Morocco. "Well , Linda, you are just what I require, a young , attractive crossdresser . But crossdressing , although good for my clients , is not good enough. You will receive HRT treatment which will give you real breasts, shrink that already small penis and you will be given collagen to make those lips fuller.I will make arrangements tomorrow to cancel your lease and to bring the rest of your belongings here. Understood ?" I nodded dumbly as Adam told me that I would be set up as a high class shemale to entertain Arab and Pakistani visitors in his apartment."But first , Linda , tonight I will use your body for my pleasure. Finish your drink." I gulped down the rest of my gin and tonic as Adam took my hand and led me into his bedroom. "Take off your skirt , Linda". I unzipped my miniskirt and stepped out of it.Then discarded the gaff."Now your panties"As my panties fell at my ankles Adam grabbed me and put me across his knee."Naughty girl Linda ,swallowing all that semen and not cleaning me up.He began to spank me...10 , 20, 30,40 ,50 slaps.....I moaned and began to cry as Adam put a greased finger into my anus....one , then two , lubricating me in readiness for his penis."Ever been fucked by a man , Linda?" "No" I sobbed " Well you are going to be...............and call me Master , Linda......from now on call me Master" Adam placed a leather collar around my neck and attached a leash, pulling me to my feet. He took off my panties as he laid me on my back on his king sized four poster bed.He put wrist cuffs on me and and ran the chains from the D rings on them to the bedposts , securing them on the uprights. Placing a big pillow under my buttocks he spread my legs wide and repeated the procedure. I watched , wide eyed as Adam greased his big cock."Ready for it , Linda ?" Sobbing , I nodded and replied , "Yes Master""Good girl......... ever had amyl ?" I said no and he put a little bottle under my nose. " "This is amyl nitrite. It will make it easier for you to take my penis inside you" " Sniff" I took it from one nostril , then the other and as Adam lowered himself on to me I immediately floated into a state of euphoria. His to take. Slowly he penetrated me.....inch by inch until all of his big hard cock was inside me. I lifted my pelvis up................meeting his thrusts , my false boobs against his chest......loving it , wanting it.His arms came behind my back and his hands gripped my shoulders. The chains from my wrist and ankle cuffs were long enough to allow me to wrap my arms and legs around him and I moaned in ecstasy as Adam fucked me My little penis was hard as I bounced under Adam. His long slow thrusts were driving me wild and my moans became louder as I heard him say " Linda wants my semen deep inside her belly.......does'nt she?" "Oh yes , Master ,I pleaded. Please cum inside me ,please" "You are going to earn a lot of money for me baby"" You are a good little fuck , Linda" Adam said, as he drove his cock deeper and harder inside me. In my wildest dreams I never knew that being fucked by a man while taking a woman's role could be so good. It was deliciously sexy.Adam slid his tongue into my mouth and I responded passionately, kissing him with unbridled lust............. knowing that this was so natural to me.I didn't want him to stop. I wanted his penis inside me all night and I whispered into his ear..........."I want to be your woman....your slut..........your whore , Master" Adam stopped his hard deep thrusts and said " You were always going to be , Linda. From the first time I saw you......the first time I took those pictures.I knew that you would submit to me. And by the way , you were filmed servicing my cock in the car......... not forced.....not coerced...your choice......your desire , just in case you want to make a complaint to the police or any government agency.Or run away. You are mine now. All mine." And then Adam started fucking me again. Harder and harder once more..........long deep thrusts. "Please cum inside me Master............please" I moaned. And Adam did. Filled my belly with his seed.Lots of it. ONE YEAR LATER The daily dose of oestrogen, and progesterone , and other female hormones , had worked well. I now had beautiful bouncy breasts ,rounded shapely buttocks and my bra size was 14c. The constant use of tight corsets and a strict diet had given me a narrow waistline (24") and my penis had shrunk so small that it was more like a clitoris.I was almost ready to be Adam's whore.My blonde hair was long and shiny and my body was hairless , smooth and tanned.Adam had trained me in ways to please men. To be their bitch. Their slut.Their willing submissive transexual....... a T-Girl....a shemale. And he had a long list of Arab and other foreign clients ready to pay him plenty of money for the use of my body.Early in July that year my Master summoned me to his study. " Your first client will be visiting you tonight , Linda. He is very wealthy and is paying one thousand pounds for using you for just one hour , my little ladyboy.So you must satisfy him. I'm sure you can""I will ,Master" , Adam chuckled , "At last you will be the whore you always were destined to be..........so young , so pretty and so trained ! And incidentally ,all of my clients must present me with the results of a blood test taken last week before they have sex with you.........that will ensure that they are clean and will allow them to plant their seed in you" Now go , I have work to do" I left the room and began to do my daily chores dressed as Adam's housemaid. A black minidress with a white frilly apron , black stockings held up by a black suspender belt , black 5" stilettos and a white frilled cap. I did the dusting ,then the vacuuming then washed and dried the dishes from the previous evening . Then I cleaned the windows and made our bed. I had a pile of ironing to do and it was late afternoon before I finished. I was tired and I still had to make dinner for Adam. However, he called me on the intercom and told me that he was picking up the client in the City ,having a meal with him, then bringing him back to meet me. This was good.........I could have a few hours break. I undressed and ran a bath, taking a glass of champagne with me before I climbed in. I poured some sweet scented bath oil in and lay there luxuriating , thinking about what would happen to me later that night. The warm soapy water had a seductive effect and I cupped my beautiful real breasts , soaping them............watchin g my nipples harden.I began to rub my swollen clit(it could hardly be called a penis anymore) and soon had an explosive climax. My sex drive had increased immeasurably since the hormone treatment and I often experienced wild orgasms..I finished my drink and climbed out of the bath. Time to get ready. I dried myself with a big fluffy towel then dusted my body with my favourite talc. I tied my long hair in a ponytail and applied my makeup. Plenty of it.Blue eyeshadow, eyeliner ,long dark lashes ,and a deep red lipgloss with a darker lipliner. I went into our bedroom and put on a tight red corset with little black bows on the suspenders and quarter cups which pushed up my breasts but left my nipples exposed. I put on my best pair of silk black nylons and attached them to the suspenders. Black crotchless satin panties came next.Then I slipped into a pair of red 5" spike heels. Finally , I chose a filmy black negligee. And looked at myself in the mirror."Sexy bitch" , I thought.Big hoop earrings and a black velvet choker with a little diamond studded loveheart completed the picture. Then I did my nails which were long and nicely manicured. I sprayed some Joy under my ears. And I was ready. I rolled myself a joint , poured another drink, got some canapés that I had made earlier and went into the lounge to watch TV. There was little to watch on any channel and soon I switched it off and put on some music.Gloria Gaynor. 'Love to love you , baby' , the extended version. Lots of orgasmic moans. I got up from the big , expensive leather lounge and began to dance. Swaying to the sensuous rhythm. I lost track of time.Then the sound of a key in the door.The door opening. And Adam and the client coming in. Adam's voice. "Well , Linda , you seem to be enjoying yourself. Please meet Ali." Ali was a handsome , well build Pakistani man of about fifty who immediately attracted me sexually . " Hi Ali!" I said. Adam came across the floor and slapped me on both cheeks. Hard."Slut! that is not how I trained you to greet our guests"" Sorry Master". "You will be .........later on . Now do it properly" I got on my hands and knees and crawled across the floor to Ali.When I reached him I unzipped his fly, looked up at him and said " I apologise , Sir".then took his flaccid cock in my mouth.He soon became hard and behind me I heard Adam say" I am leaving now. I will be back in one hour. If she does'nt behave please let me know" .When Adam left Ali held my head in both hands ,looked down at me and said " He did'nt have to hit you Linda ... I won't be rough with you baby, you are so sexy" Ali had a huge penis , much bigger than Adam's. I estimated it to be about 9" long(later I found that it was closer to 10") and I sucked eagerly on it , my fingers gently caressing his heavy balls.Adam's cock had been nice but tasting Ali's cock was heaven.Before long, he pumped a load of semen into my waiting mouth,shuddered and withdrew. "That was delicious , Linda but let's get out of here" I looked at Ali with surprise and he said" I'm going to offer Adam ten thousand pounds if I can take you to my place and spend the night with you , Linda" I snuggled up to Ali as he picked up his mobile phone. After a bit of haggling with Adam , Ali turned to me and said "You are mine for the night , baby........at my place , and if Adam is as greedy as I think he is , I will soon be your lover....not him.Now get dressed. I'm going to call a cab soon." I quickly changed into a nice white push up bra ,lacy white panties , pulled on a tight pink sweater, a white miniskirt, , different stilettos, re- applied my makeup ,grabbed an overnight bag with some hash and other goodies and went back into the room. " "Gee , you look good baby" , Ali said. I came to him and put my arms around his neck , pressing into him , feeling his hardness once more. " Want me , darling ?""You know I do you sexy bitch..........but at my place" We left the apartment , took the lift and found a taxi outside waiting for us.Ali gave the driver instructions and we drove off.I was a bit tired and dozed off for a while. When I awoke we were still in the cab and my head was on Ali's lap .............his cock in my mouth."That's it Linda....... another taste before we get home" Eventually , we pulled up at a large house .....very large......I stepped out of the cab as Ali was paying the driver and looked in amazement............... An inground swimming pool, a big outdoor spa , a tennis court , a croquet lawn and a putting green. `My breasts bouncing as I walked along in my heels reminded me how much I had changed in the last year.From being a crossdresser , I was now a transsexual and a prostitute......Adam's whore." Like it , Linda? Let me show you around" I followed Ali into his house and I marvelled at the circular staircase , the original paintings, the priceless furniture.... the ambience of the place. We walked into a huge room with a white grand piano. "Do you play , Linda?" I nodded , almost speechless. "Then do........while I pour us drinks"I sat on the stool , ran my fingers over the keys and began to play.Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Ali came back from the bar in the corner of the room , placed the drinks on top of the piano and said "Let's talk for a while" He told me that he was very wealthy ,with properties all over the world and aircraft and yachts. Then we talked about music , art , and politics while we sipped our drinks. He was a fascinating conversationalist and I felt so comfortable in his presence . "Please play for me again Linda while I roll a joint for us"I began to play a Bach prelude and when Ali had rolled the joint ,he came over to the piano and put it between my lips I inhaled deeply then stopped playing as he came behind me and began caressing my breasts. And then he said." You may be a slut in bed but I will not allow anyone ,especially that lowlife Adam to make you his whore" You are young and intelligent, attractive ,talented and sexy......... and I want you to be with me. If I pay Adam what he wants to let you go, will you be my live-in girlfriend ?" I had'nt expected this question and I did'nt answer for a minute." If you don't then I can take you back to him tonight" I turned round on the stool ,rested my head on his chest and said " Yes Ali. I will be your girlfriend" " "Then that is settled. Play some more while I phone Adam" Ali went into an adjoining room and as i softly played Bach's Air , I heard him raise his voice then shout in a language I did'nt understand. Ali came back into the room and said ," What an idiot ! I would have given him twice what he asked for.You are free to be with me from now on though , that is all that matters".I never did find out what Ali had paid for me but I suspect it was in the six figure category." Come with me Linda "I got up and followed Ali into a beautifully decorated room with an indoor pool and spa.Ferns and plants were in abundance and the air was redolent with magnolia , hibiscus and bougainvillea.Without heels I was a lot shorter than him and I stood on tiptoe as he bent down to kiss me.I parted my lips as his tongue slid into my mouth , feeling his hardness against me "Undress and get in , darling , I'll bring the drinks to the edge of the pool"Soon I was naked and slipped into the warm ,waist deep water.Ali brought the drinks then stripped off. For a man of 55 ,he was in excellent shape. A flat, hard stomach, muscular arms and legs and well developed pectorals.And then THAT penis!! So long and so thick. He joined me in the water, handed me a glass of very expensive champagne , raised his glass and said " Here's to you , darling , my beautiful new girlfriend" I blushed and as our glasses clinked he came closer , his arm around me. Without. We kissed passionately for a few minute then he backed off ......" I need to talk to you , Linda" "What about , darling ?" You do want to be a woman .don't you ?" A full woman ?"circling my waist. My knees felt weak and I began to cry as Ali came to me. "I can arrange the operation at the best gender re-assignment clinic in America. The best vaginoplasty surgeon in the world.Is that what you want, baby ?""Yes , yes , yes , Ali....I want to be a complete woman for you" "Great! , tomorrow , Linda, I will call the specialist" .Ali picked me up in his arms and carried me ,dripping, from the pool and into his bedroom.As we lay on the bed , wet ,and a bit stoned and drunk Ali dropped the bombshell." But we can't have sex until then.......not anal sex anyway. I would hurt you .After the operation you will have a vagina which will acommodate me. But we can have oral and other things." "Then I can wait , darling" I replied , ,as my fingers closed around his cock , my mouth opened wide and I went down........................... I slept well after the drinks and the hashish, snuggling up to my new lover, loving his body so close to mine.When I awoke , Ali was still asleep ,snoring gently.I kissed his forehead then left his (our?) bed. I had a swim then a shower,then, still naked, wandered into his kitchen. Every imaginable modern appliance was there,and, as I loved to cook ,I was in my element. I took half a dozen fresh eggs from the coolroom,some cheese, a large tomato and some butter, then black ground pepper and sea salt from the pantry . Some newly picked chives and a little jar of home made tomato relish completed my search for ingredients. I found an omelette pan and after mixing the eggs ,some grated cheese, salt and pepper in a Pyrex bowl . I set them aside. Timing is important with breakfast so I switched on the toaster and the kettle then found a nice oval plate and put it in the warmer.I got an expensive looking silver tray, covered it with an embroidered linen cloth and placed the cutlery,condiments, coffee cups and teacups and tall glasses for the orange and pineapple juices on it. The height of the flame of the gas ring on the stove was just right for an omelette and I poured the mixture in the pan. Then I called Ali on the intercom. "Breakfast in a few minutes darling. In bed" He answered sleepily " Ok baby" I grilled the tomato then checked the omelette. Perfect. I turned off the gas ring and let it rest for a sec . Buttered and cut the toast into triangles, put the grilled tomato on the plate,then the omelette,sprinkled some chives on the omelette, a little blob of tomato relish at the side for a bit of color. . Ali was stretching as I walked into the bedroom."Linda!!", he said as I laid the breakfast tray next to him" What are you going to eat ?" I smiled as I kissed him , went under the covers and replied " Finish your breakfast darling,then I'll show you"And I did..and he loved it. Later that morning as we were lying in bed Ali phoned the surgeon who was to perform my colon vaginoplasty and arranged an interview for me. Then he asked me what my bra size, dress size and shoe sizes were. When I asked why, he said, " I threw out the clothes you were wearing last night............I never want any connection you ever had with Adam" Go online and use my card. Get all the clothes you need""And any cosmetics also" Shopping online was ok but usually the suppliers got sizes wrong so I stuck to perfume and body lotions ,rings , earrings and bangles and bracelets. And of course , lipstick, lip gloss, mascara, eyeliner , eyeshadow, hair extensions, shampoo and conditioner .Ali watched me as I spent plenty of his pounds on the things a girl needs.But I needed clothes , so Ali called a local boutique and soon after, two girls about the same age as me arrived in a van full of clothes and shoes . I was dressed only in one of Ali's lovely ,fluffy towels and Carla and Trudi , the owners of the boutique helped me choose all the feminine apparel which I needed. They were a lesbian couple......Carla , at 38 ,very attractive but much older than Trudi who was my age , knew that I was a pre-op trans and helped me so much.And we kept in contact via text and email.When Carla and her girlfriend left that afternoon , Ali was back in the pool."Come in , baby" "I have to sort my new clothes , darling...... be there soon" "My bedroom is now our bedroom" , Ali shouted..." you can use that big built-in next to the ensuite" "But pour us drinks and roll a joint." I was trying on a sexy satin Liberty bra and panty set but called to him ......."Ok honey" Went to the bar and poured a couple of large Margaritas ,rolled a fat joint ,gave a toke to my lover, handed him a glass ,then took a drag myself, sipped from my glass, then slid into the pool. Swam up to Ali and said , "I love you baby" " I love you too , Linda" And I knew that I had found my man , my perfect man............. Take off my bra , baby" Like a typical man , Ali struggled to unclip my bra........I helped him...and my breasts fell loose. He kissed my erect nipples , moaning as I held his penis. His lovely big penis."Ohhhhhhhh Ali darling , I can't wait to be a full woman....to feel this inside me."You will baby, you will ,but we must be patient , and his hand went down to my tiny little organ. . "When this is gone" In the months that followed I had several visits to the surgeon who was to operate on me and also to the gender re-assignment clinic where I had tuition in voice feminisation. I continued HRT and my curves were developing nicely.Ali had bought me a Mercedes sports car and when he was away on business I used to drive around wih the top down ,loving the feel of the wind in my face and my long blonde hair blowing every where. He also gave me a platinum AMEX card with unlimited use. I bought Dolce & Gabbana , Prada , Manolo Blahnik (10 pairs of beautiful heels) Versace and other top designer brands.My wardrobe was full. Trudi and Carla , the lesbian couple who brought my first new clothes when I moved in with Ali visited me when Ali was away. Carla used to be a make-up artist for a TV studio and made sure my make-up was perfect.I liked their company and both of them were fun to be with. Early in June,about a month before my op , Ali took me to the the most expensive restaurant in town.We had a delicious seafood meal with excellent wines , and while waiting for dessert ,Ali ordered a bottle vintage champagne. I had been to my hairdresser that day and my blonde hair was piled high on my head.Carla had done my make-up and I felt (and looked) so feminine. I was wearing a little black dress by Colette Dinnigan ,sheer black nylons, and my favourite Manolo Blahnik heels. "You look beautiful darling. But before I say anything else' Are you bothered by the twenty year difference in our ages?"""Of course not darling , I love you......that's all that matters" "Then close your eyes" I shut my eyes for a few seconds." Now open them "When I could see again I looked and saw a little red box in front of me.I opened it and inside on a white satin cushion was a sparkling diamond engagement ring . Ali took my hand and said , "Will you marry me ,Linda ?" My heart pounded and I blushed furiously. "Well ?" " Yes darling ..........of course I will" " When you are having your op , I will be somewhere in the Pacific Ocean dealing with clients , but I will call the clinic everyday............I promise" We went home that night and early the next morning just before Ali left , I kissed him and said , "The next time you see me I will be a woman.......your woman" Ali smiled and replied.........."my woman , my wife " It was the last time I was to see him. 12 months later I woke up in the private hospital that morning. The colon vaginoplasty operation had been successful but although I was in a lot of pain , I cried with joy when the doctors showed me the photographs. I no longer had a penis or testicles. I had a perfectly formed vagina. I was a woman ! An attractive 24 year old woman.The nursing support staff gave me instructions on how to use the vaginal dilator , an important procedure in immediate post-op therapy and one which was necessary to develop the vaginal walls. As the sutures healed over most of my time was spent reading or watching tv. Then the day came when I was due to be discharged.My first day publicly as a real woman(minus ovaries) Ali had been on a business trip using one of his many sea-going yachts and had phoned me every day.But today he had'nt contacted me.And I was worried.I was watching tv when the program was interrupted by a newsflash and graphics appeared on the screen. MYSTERY EXPLOSION AT SEA....ALL PASSENGERS AND CREW KILLED. Then a still shot of Ali's favourite yacht,Mistral. I screamed "No No No" and two nurses came rushing to see what was wrong.I became hysterical and had to be sedated. 6 months later. No bodies were ever found so only a simple funeral service was conducted but because I was a transexual ,Ali's Muslim family would'nt let me attend. Unknown to me,he had drawn up a will ,bequeathing all his business interests to his immediate family but had left me the country house and the apartment in London ,all the cars ,and 5 million pounds. Now I was a very rich young woman. Trudi and Carla had given me lots of support ,helping me get over my drinking binges and my prolonged periods of depression and we had become great friends. One evening they took me to an upmarket lesbian venue in London..........and it was there that I met Angela. Carla and Trudi were on the dance floor when Angela came and sat beside me at the bar. Angela looked to be in her mid thirties ,tall , slim and beautiful. She had short cropped black hair ,cobalt blue eyes and a perfect complexion."Hello baby , you look a bit lost ,can I buy you a drink ?",was her opening remark , "I'm with some friends ,"pointing to Carla and Trudi , who were the only couple on the dance floor. " Oh , I know them well, they've told me all about you but I never expected to meet you. And I'm very sorry about your fiancé" "Now let me buy you a drink" "OK,thanks""What will you have? "I'll have a Cinzano Bianco please" "Sit at that table over there and I'll bring the drinks" I was wearing a tight ,pink ,low cut minidress, black nylons and 5" heels and a group of butch dykes standing at the bar gave me wolf whistles.. I ignored them and sat down at the table Angela had pointed to. She came over with the drinks , sat down next to me and handed me my glass. Just then ,Carla and Trudi joined us."Well well! I see you two have become acquainted ", said Carla."Not as well as I would like" ,replied Angela , and we all burst out laughing.We talked girly talk for a while then I suggested that we call a cab and I would buy dinner for all of us at a Chinese restaurant nearby which made beautiful food. And Angela said ," Come in my car sweetheart, those two have a car , no need for a taxi" And off we went.The girls following." By the way , Linda, I'm transgendered too" " What ?," I replied in astonishment."I would never have guessed"" I got the op at the same age as you and have lived as a woman ever since. Never regretted it either. But I'm not into men. Too many hassles" 'Each to her own" ,I countered.Angela laughed and said " Try it with a woman some time . You don't know what you're missing" Just then we pulled up outside the restaurant and the conversation drifted away. Carla and Trudi met us at the bar and we had a couple of cocktails before being shown to our table."Pity you're not lesbian , Linda , you two make a very attractive couple" I poked my tongue out at Trudi who had made the comment ' Stop it ,Trudi ,you're embarrassing me"" No need to be embarrassed , darling , no pressure here" said Angela as her hand rubbed my thigh. It was like an electric shock but I composed myself and ordered the meals. My chili crab and special fried rice was delicious and the Australian chardonnay complemented it perfectly. The other girls were just as complimentary about their meals and we chatted among each other then had another bottle of wine. Around ten o' clock Carla suggested we go back to the club as there was a very good act on that night.I yawned and said ,"I'll take a rain check , I'm a bit tired." I paid the bill and Angela said ,"I'll drive you home, baby"' Thanks Angela , but I can get a cab"' I insist , Linda,,,,I've only had a couple of drinks" "Go on , Linda ,she won't eat you ," said Trudi. "Oh , ok , thanks Angela" We left the girls, who were obviously going night clubbing and headed to my apartment.Angela parked out front and as I thanked her and said goodnight,she asked if she could see me again. I gave her my mobile number and told her that she could call me anytime.She leaned over and kissed me on the lips and that electricity surged through me again."Goodnight , gorgeous , I'll call you soon"And off she drove. I had a quick shower,a nightcap of scotch then slipped in between the sheets.I was almost asleep when my mobile rang,It was Angela."Hello darling,are you free tomorrow?" I thought about it for a minute then said 'Yes , I am"" Carla and Trudi told me about your house in the country.I would love to see it ...........will you take me there ?"The thought of seeing the sexy Angela so soon made me nervous , but excited. "All right, lets do some shopping then drive down there.""Sounds great , baby," And she gave me her address' "I'll pick you up at ten , Angela , we can shop , have lunch then drive to Sussex. "That will be divine , Linda , see you then..................dream about us , darling". I hung up then fell into a deep peaceful sleep. I woke up to a beautiful spring morning ,blue skies ,birds chirping ....perfect. I had breakfast , showered , then selected my clothes.I was sexually attracted by Angela and I wanted to impress. I love miniskirts and I chose my fav denim one,then a pink top and a pair of pink high heeled sandals. Tied my hair in a ponytail , did my make up and was ready to go. I decided to drive the 450 SEl convertible because of the lovely weather. I soon arrived at the mews where Angela lived.It was in a nice area. St. John's Wood. I rang the bell and she came to the door. She looked drop dead gorgeous.A tight lemon minidress,no stockings and killer heels."Hi Linda, won't be a min, just got to get my handbag"She came back, in 5 mins (women are like that) and got into my car."What a sexy beast , baby" "Are you talking about me or the car?" I replied ." Both , darling"Lets go to Harrods" Angela and I bought so many clothes and shoes and undies and cosmetics......we tried on Revlon, L'Oreal, Max Factor , Maybelline. We bought brand name bras by Triumph , Berlei ,Playtex, Lovable and heaps of other lingerie. Then Angela took me to a sex shop not far away." Close your eyes baby , I'm going to buy us a few toys." I sat outside and Angela emerged a few minutes later carrying a large bag.Then we walked back to Harrods. Lunch in Harrods was good.After we finished our meal ,Dover Sole and a wonderful salad washed down with a nice French Pinot Noir , the porter carried the bags down to the Merc. "Those three glasses of wine have made me feel a bit drunk ,Angela..........do you want to drive ?" "Yes darling , I love to drive"As she pulled out of the car park ,I programmed the GPS to take us to my house in Sussex , Angela had aroused me in a way I had never known and I rested my head on her shoulder......... and fell asleep. She woke me up just as we approached my house."Wow !" it's beautiful ,she said. "Wait till you see inside" I searched in my handbag for my keys as Angela parked my car ,then we went in."Look at that indoor pool.....and the spa , the grand piano,ooooooooooohh Linda! " I led her through the hallway and showed her the kitchen and the dining room.She was really impressed and said so. "Let's get our new clothes and try them on then have a swim" I said.We carried the bags from the car and went up to the master bedroom.Among other things , I had bought a beautiful black,low cut evening gown and wanted to see how it looked on me. I stripped to my bra and panties and stepped into it "Can you zip me up ,please , Angela?"She came over to me and zipped me up."You look beautiful , darling" " And I want you and I know you want me."" Take your dress off ,now" Excited, I stepped out of my dress as Angela took her clothes off.She had small breasts and narrow hips and her body was nicely toned . She came over to me and unclipped my bra as we kissed. A deep passionate kiss which made me tremble with pleasure. "Take off your panties , Linda" I stepped out of my knickers and Angela took my hand and led me to the bed.. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you and now I'm going to take you" "I'm a domme ,Linda....... Do you know what that is ?" I nodded and Angela said," Do you want to be my sub?" "Yes , Angela ",I replied "Lie there for a sec , I need to get some things" After Adam ,I knew that I was naturally submissive and enjoyed a bit of pain' Angela fished in her handbag and took out two pairs of handcuffs , nipple clamps, a ball gag a strap on dildo and a black leather collar. "Give me your neck ,sweetie" I offered my neck to her and she placed the collar around it and fastened the buckle .Then she cuffed each wrist to the bedposts "I won't gag you yet darling..........that's for later" She bent over me and kissed my hard little nipples and I moaned with pleasure as her fingers found my clitoris.She began to kiss me. Long deep kisses as she rubbed my swollen clit.She nibbled on my breasts then straddled me , her vagina directly over my mouth. " Use your tongue darling , please your Mistress"My tongue slid into Angela's hot, moist pussy ,licking and sucking on her long ,swollen clit. She reached behind her , pinching my nipples as my tongue darted in and out of her pussy. Soon she was wet and moaning loudly.She orgasmed quickly and her sweet love juices flowed into my mouth."Well , my sexy little bitch,that was great. Mistress is pleased" "Now , let's have a swim" Angela unlocked my handcuffs , attached a leash to my collar and led me downstairs.She took my collar off ,took my hand and we jumped into the pool.She was a strong swimmer and did a dozen laps then came to me where I was resting at the shallow end. She looked beautiful, naked and dripping.We kissed again........ long , slow ,wet kisses and I was in heaven. It was late afternoon and we were hungry. I cooked some marinated chicken breasts and we had them with some nice Riesling. "Will you stay with me tonight , Angela?" "Of course darling ".... "By the way ,if you want to be my full time sub there are a few rules."When you are collared ,you will be naked all the time , you will address me only as Mistress , obey me and do anything that I ask......do you agree ?" I nodded meekly as she collared me again ,locking it this time with a small gold padlock and replacing my leash.."I expected this ,Linda and came well prepared "She led me through the house and into the garage.' "I have to get some things from the car....don't gp away now"....and she laughed." In a few minutes she returned carrying a length of rope. She undid my leash and kissed me deeply , fondling my breasts. " Now for some discipline, sweetheart , ,I really do have to train you to be mine........and mine alone." She lifted my arms above my head , tied my wrists together , then ran the rope to the hook on a block and tackle chained to a beam on the ceiling.Then raised me until I was on my tiptoes. .Once I was secured ,she put the nipple clamps on me and placed the red ball gag in my mouth ,fastening the straps behind my head" I won't draw blood Linda , but you will feel pain because you need this , Linda .........if you are to belong to me" Angela picked up a soft leather flogger and started to whip me.On my breasts and tummy and vagina ,over and over again I moaned loudly under my gag.And she said "I love being a domme , Linda ,expect plenty of this. I require total submission and you will submit to me TOTALLY ! I began to cry. "Sshh baby,more to come" and she came over to me ,kissed me on the cheek and started on my buttocks.Stroke after stroke,until my soft cheeks were burning. After a while she finished, lowered me to the floor and freed my wrists. She put the leash on and led me up to my bedroom. I was still sobbing as she cuffed my wrists to the bedposts.and took a length of silver chain from her handbag , attached it to the chain on my nipple clamps and tightened it to the D ring on my collar.I moaned in pain under my gag and Angela looked down at me and said."Oh yes ,little one , you are going to be mine....all mine" "But now for some pleasure" And she fastened the 10" strap on around her hips and lowered herself on to me. She eased the dildo into my vagina and when it was fully in ,removed my gag."Like it, darling?" "Yes , Mistress" , I sobbed. "Good,because you are going to get plenty of it.In time you will welcome the whippings too"" Now I am going to fuck you,Linda baby" She gripped me by the shoulders and began fucking me.Long slow strokes at first ,then faster and faster. My tears of pain turned to gasps of pleasure and I wrapped my legs around her waist."Don't come yet Linda ,I'll tell you when you can come" My pussy was wet ,dripping in fact, and my moans became screams as I approached my climax"Who do you belong to , Linda?""I belong to you ,Mistress" "And who owns you ,Linda" "You own me , Mistress" I could'nt hold back any longer and as Angela rammed her strapon deep inside me I had a mind blowing orgasm. Angela eased herself out of me ,freed me from my restraints and nipple clamps and said ," Lets have a little sleep my pet. "We're going back to the club tonight and we will stay at your apartment. I want to fuck you there too"Oh! and there will be a surprise for you at the club" She held me in her strong arms and just before I fell asleep with my mouth at her nipple I whispered, "I love you Mistress"" I know you do darling , now sleep" We awoke about 8pm , had sex in the shower then got ready. " Look nice for me darling" , Angela yelled from the bathroom. I chose a figure hugging red dress which showed plenty of cleavage,black nylons and red 4" stilettos .Bright red lipgloss and matching nail polish completed the look and I placed a single gold bangle on my right arm. Angela came out of the ensuite and she looked stunning. A tight black cheongsam, black stockings and wearing 5" stilettos ,she towered over me. We did our hair and makeup , had a quick drink then went to the car. Angela was an expert driver and just on 10pm she pulled into the club's carpark. The butch attendant looked enviously at us as Angela threw her the keys' "Drive carefully ,wont'you..............it's my lover's car"............then she kissed me passionately. We took the lift up to the 3rd floor which was where the restaurant was and walked into the reception area.The receptionist was young,good looking and she winked at me as Angela said "Table for four in the name of Wilson" Angela glared at her and said . "Don't even think about it bitch , she is mine" The young woman blushed furiously and showed us to our table."Why four , Angela ?" I asked. "I told you there would be a surprise for you darling , Carla and Trudi are coming." "That's cool" I replied. Angela got us drinks and soon after, Carla and Trudi arrived. I kissed both of them on the cheek . " Hey , girls .........good to see you" "Good to see you , Linda.....now that you have been taken" Angela took my hand and said , "Yes , Linda is mine now......all mine , thanks to you two" I looked at Carla and Trudi " What ?" " Carla looked at me and said " We have known Angela for a while........and we know about her sexual tastes We knew about you and Adam and that you were his sub. You told us that. We set up a meeting last night in the club with Angela.....and we knew she would seduce you. Now you have a lesbian Mistress just like Trudi has me as her Mistress" " Do you regret it ?" asked Carla "No ,not at all" I replied."I Iove Angela" "{ love you too, my darling little slavegirl" .Angela replied ," and here is a symbol of my love ,my undying love." Angela placed a beautiful slim gold collar around my neck and fastened it with a tiny gold padlock. Inscribed on it were the words ," I am the property of Angela , she is my Mistress and my lover" I cried with joy as Angela kissed me and threw my arms around her neck."Oh how I love you , Mistress" Carla and Trudi clapped as Angela placed a gold band on my finger and said , "Now you are really mine Linda , forever" We married later that year and now we live together in blissful harmony. Angela. My woman . My Mistress. An alternative ending ................. " I love you Linda , and ,if you love me as much as you say you do, you will obey me later this evening..........you will follow my orders. Understod ?" "Yes , Angela" "Good" Now ,l et's order , girls" We had a nice meal together and after finishing dessert ,Carla winked at Angela ,"See you downstairs" " K babe" Angela replied. Shortly afterwards, Angela and I left the restaurant ,arms linked............she pressed the lift button and we soon descended to level 2. Just outside the lift was a sign that read : BDSM PLAYROOM. 1st DOOR ON THE LEFT. ONLY CARD CARRYING LESBIAN MEMBERS CAN ENTER. Angela took her card from her handbag ,inserted it in the slot and as the door unlocked , we went through.She led me down a dimly lit passageway and pushed me into a little room. "Take off your clothes , Linda. Everything except your heels. Now !" I undressed quickly and Angela unlocked the padlock from my collar,removed the gold collar from my neck and put the collar and padlock in her handbag.She replaced it with a broad leather studded collar and fastened it on my neck.Then she attached a long chain to it , put nipple clamps on me and told me to get on all fours.She put wrist and ankle cuffs on me. which had a little chain running from each cuff to the opposite one. Then she put a saddle on my back and a bridle in my mouth.Then she inserted the wooden handle of a horsehair tail in my anus and attached reins to my bridle . When she was satisfied that I was properly restrained she mounted me and said," I want to show you off and have you used publicly. Do you accept? I nodded and Angela "Good .,then you really must love me " Pony girl , take me to the Playroom" I crawled through the door with Angela on my back. She pulled on the reins and I turned left , ,went through an open door and into a brightly lit room.About a hundred women were sitting at tables drinking ,smoking joints and cuddling as Angela rode me across the floor and onto the stage. "Whoa!" she yelled as she tightened on the reins. She turned to the audience and grabbing a radio microphone said , " Quiet ladies " This is my slave girl , my pony girl..... my Linda...... and she needs to be punished." Carla ?"She removed my bridle ,reins and saddle and brought my hands behind my back,taking off the cuffs then tied my wrists tightly together then tied my arms with more rope above my elbows then positioned me facing the floor in a crouching position Carla came up to the stage leading a bound and collared Trudi by a leash and placed her in front of me on her bottom ,spreading her legs wide , Angela handed Carla a flogger " All yours ,babe". "Surprised , Linda ? said Carla , Yes , I bet you are . Angela and me have been dommes on the lez scene for years and now you are hersas I am Trudi's domme. And for a while you are mine.....and Trudi's." Carla began to whip me , really hard ............and my tears fell as Trudi slid closer on the floor up to me until her pussy was next to my mouth." Suck her , Linda" , Carla ordered as she whipped my buttocks. The audience clapped their hands loudly , cheering, as my tongue went into her moist ,warm vagina. Trudi tasted sweet and delicious and my tears fell on her shaved openingas I sucked on her swollen little clit.After a few minutes Angela came over and pulled me away as Carla positioned Trudi on her knees,facing me and tied her wrists and arms in the same way Angela had tied mine. Then Angela ran a chain from my collar to Trudi's as Carla attached a cloverleaf nipple clamp to my left nipple and ran the chain to place the other nipple clamp at the end of the chain on Trudi's right nipple.Then she reversed the procedure on opposite breasts. Meanwhile , Angela linked our collars together with a short length of chain.Both our Mistresses spread our legs wide and secured each of our ankles by cuff chains to specially placed steel pegs which had been raised hydraulically from under the stage Angela inserted a stainless steel hook in my anus and tied the short length of rope which was attached and tied it tightly to the rope which bound my wrists.Then she did the same to Trudi. Finally, Carla put a ball gag in my mouth , then one in Trudi's. Angela picked up the mic again and said , "Ladies , you were all given a ticket when you came in . Two of you will be the lucky winners of tonight's door prize which is 30 minutes with Linda and Trudi. Carla, can you announce the winning ticket numbers ,please ?"" The winning tickets are # 10..........!st prize and # 67 ,..2nd prize." Please come up to the stage and claim your prize" Two women came up and handed Carla their tickets. The winner of the 1st prize was big mannish looking butch.The winner of the 2nd was more feminine ,but had an evil look about her.It turned out that they were friends but not lovers. " Let's do it Suzy...15 minutes then we change over"Annette , her friend ,laughed and said "Ok...which one do you want first?" "I'll take Angela's bitch ,then we swap""Ok" Both of them turned to the audience and made a show of putting on big strap-ons. Suzy came behind me and blew in my ear, "You're going to love this you little slut" And rammed her strap-on deep inside my pussy. Annette grabbed Trudi by her hair and shouted " Take this ,you fucking whore" And began to fuck her hard. Our nipple clamps ,which were joined together by the chains ,bit into us as we were being fucked. Then they changed,Annette fucking me and Suzy fucking Trudi. The crowd were loving it , cheering and giving catcalls.And then the 30 minutes was up. Angela and Carla pulled Annette and Suzy off us and told them to get off the stage.They took off our gags and our clamps ,freed us from our bonds and led us by the leashes on our collars across the crowded room. "They'll be back next month ,ladies......get a ticket and win a prize." Then Angela and Carla took us back to the dressing (or undressing) room." "Get dressed bitches....we're leaving" Trudi and I dressed and we followed Angela and Carla to the lift.When we reached the cars I went to get in the Merc but Angela pushed me away ,saying ,"You're staying with Carla tonight........I'm staying with Trudi at your apartment. Now give me the keys" I handed my keys to Angela and as Trudi slipped into the passenger seat , Angela yelled " Have a sexy night , pick you up in the morning ,darling." And drove out of the carpark , tyres squealing. Carla pulled me along by the leash attached to my collar and then stopped at a white BMW."In you get ,sexy,am I gonna have fun with you" When we got to her apartment ,Carla bound me tightly,gagged me and flogged me hard before fucking me vaginally and anally.She was much rougher than Angela ...yet I liked it.I spent the night naked and chained beside her bed. In the morning .Angela returned Trudi and took me back to my house in the country. Later that year, Carla and Trudi sold their flat in London. We all live together now at my house and frequently hold parties for the lesbian BDSM community. Life is good. went through an open door and into a brightly lit room. About a hundred women were sitting at tables drinking ,smoking joints and cuddling as Angela rode me into across the floor and onto the stage. "Whoa!" she yelled as she tightened on the reins. She turned to the audience and grabbing a radio microphone said , " Quiet ladies " This is my slave girl , my pony girl..... my Linda...... and she needs to be punished." Carla ?"She removed my bridle ,reins and saddle and brought my hands behind my back,taking off the cuffs then tied my wrists tightly together then tied my arms with more rope above my elbows then positioned me facing the floor in a crouching position Carla came up to the stage leading a bound and collared Trudi by a leash and placed her in front of me on her bottom ,spreading her legs wide , Angela handed Carla a flogger " All yours ,babe". "Surprised , Linda ? Yes , I bet you are . Angela and me have been dommes on the lez scene for years and now you are hers. And for a while you are mine.....and Trudi's." Carla began to whip me , really hard ............and my tears fell as Trudi slid closer on the floor up to me until her pussy was next to my mouth." Suck her , Linda" , Carla ordered as she whipped my buttocks. The audience clapped their hands loudly , cheering, as my tongue went into her moist ,warm vagina.

Every day of training, someone was left back to look after the barracks. Some guys looked forward to being chosen as barracks orderly but I hated it. I didn't want to miss a day's training and have to make up those classes with another company. I especially hated missing PT. But it was inevitable that I was eventually picked for the duty. There were fifty guys in the barracks, ninety days of basic training...do the math. The duty of a barracks orderly usually didn't amount to much; it was mostly to just hang around and see that nobody wandered in to steal stuff, and sometimes do a few odd jobs that might be assigned. That didn't usually happen unless you were a real fuckup or one of the sergeants had a hardon for you. I wasn't a fuckup. I was a good soldier and I never got any guff from the cadre. A little about me; I was an eighteen year old recruit, a farm boy from Illinois who wouldn't hurt anybody on a bet except in self defense and never even thought about killing anything except for going hunting, or killing rats or mice. And now I was being trained to kill other men. I was pretty starting out from working on a farm; or thought I was till the Army got hold of me. They toughened me up beyond anything I ever expected. It was going to be a long, boring day. Or so I thought. I figured I would make good use of the time and get caught up on writing some letters and straighten out my foot locker and spit shine my boots, a head start on getting ready for Saturday morning inspection, which was the next day. It was about an hour after the company had marched off to PT when Sgt. Adams came into the barracks. I laid my writing stuff aside on my bunk and stood up. I didn't come to attention, because he wasn't an officer, but I stood out of respect for his rank as we were required to do. "As you were, Conner," he said as he strode back to my bunk, which was the last one. "I don't intend to be an asshole, but I've gotta assign you something in the way of duty, just so we can say I did," he said. "I understand, Sergeant. Whatever you want me to do," I said. "Ohhhhhhh, don't say that unless you mean it," he said, laughing. I didn't know what he meant, or why he laughed. I would have to do whatever he told me, no matter what it was. "How about you wash the windows on this side of the barracks, inside and out, just the first floor. The guys will love you for it, getting a head start on getting us ready for inspection tomorrow. When you finish, you're back on your own time. You'll need to go over to the supply room and get a ladder to reach the outside." "Okay, Sergeant," I said. "Oh, and it's hot as hell out there. You can take off your shirt if you want. Anybody says anything, tell `em you've got my permission." "Thank you, Sergeant, that'll be great." He smiled. "Anyway, you need to get those muscles all nice and tan, for when you get that weekend pass for being the best soldier." It was my turn to laugh. "I'm not really counting on that," I said. "You've got as good a chance as any. Better than most," he said. "Tell you what, just put on your PT shorts if you want, get those legs tanned, too." "Thanks, I will." I thought it was odd that he was letting me do that, and that he'd commented about my muscles. I wasn't the best built guy in the barracks, maybe second or third best, but I never figured Sgt. Adams noticed anybody one way or another, let alone that he would mention it. He left and I went over to the supply room and checked out a stepladder. Might as well get the outside done first. I brought the ladder back and went back in the barracks to change into my PT shorts and get the rags and bucket. I had just showered that morning and put on clean clothes so I stripped down completely naked and pulled my PT shorts on; no sense sweating up a clean pair of underwear. It would feel good to go commando. I ran my hand down the front of the shorts and felt my cock was hanging pretty low, very near the leg opening. Not that I was a giant, but I was pretty well hung, and the shorts were really short in the legs. What the hell, it was just me. I went into the latrine and drew a bucket of hot water and got some cleaning rags from the storage closet. Walking out of the barracks, I checked myself out in the big mirror at the door, as I was prone to do when I got the chance. There wasn't much chance to do that with all the guys around and I took a moment. I liked what I saw. Yeah, the farm work and the hours in the gym back in high school had paid off, and now the rigorous basic training and especially PT was only helping. I eyed the bulge my cock made in my shorts. It was pretty revealing, not like if I had on a jockstrap. I could see the rim of the head through the material, and yeah, it was awfully close to the leg opening, but the shorts fit my thighs so snug that nothing would fall out. Outside, the warm sun felt good on my bare skin. I set up the stepladder then stuffed the rags into the pockets and waist of my shorts and climbed up the ladder. I didn't mind doing it. Sgt. Adams was nice about it, and when I was done I would be on my own time again. I could get caught up on letter writing, and there was a training manual I wanted to have a look at if it was still in the orderly room. I'd done three of the windows when Lt. Jacobs came up to me. I didn't see him at first, till he spoke. "PT shorts are not considered proper uniform, soldier, except on the PT field," he said in his best gruff voice. I quickly stuffed the rag in my pocket. "Sir, I...should I come down off the ladder, Sir?" "No." "Well, sir, Sgt. Adams told me this is what I should wear," I said, looking down at him. Lt. Jacobs was a sharp looking guy, lean and tight, young, fresh out of college. He seemed to scowl at me, yet there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Well, if Sgt. Adams said so...carry on." "Yes, sir." I jerked the rag out of my pocket. "You're doing a good job, soldier. Those windows are sparkling." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I didn't know why I lingered idle for a moment to watch Lt. Jacobs walk away, or why my eyes fell to his butt. I watched the twin mounds of muscle flex and bulge inside his pants till his broad shoulders disappeared into the orderly room. I finished the job in good time, well before noon chow time. It would give me plenty of time to shower again and get dressed before chow. I took the ladder back to the supply room then grabbed the buckets and rags and went back to the barracks. I paused at the mirror again. I liked what I saw even better with my muscles gleaming with sweat. "Sorry I had to make you have to shower again." I snapped my head around at the sound of Sgt. Adams' voice. I hadn't heard him come into the barracks and I felt a little embarrassed that he'd caught me standing in front of the mirror. Maybe he hadn't noticed me admiring myself. Wrong. "You like what you see there?" he said with a soft chuckle. I could feel my face turning red. "Just checking to see if I've put on any excess weight," I said as an excuse. "I don't see anything excess," he said. "You're in better shape than most of the guys in the company." "Thanks, Sarge." His eyes seemed to linger on me for several seconds before he spoke. "Good job on the windows. The lieutenant said so too," he said. "Thanks. Hey, Sarge, I would like to borrow a training manual out of the orderly room after I shower, the one on flame throwers." He frowned. "You're not going to be training on flame throwers," he said. "I know, but I would like to know how they work." "Well, I'm sure the manual is still there. Nobody ever checks those manuals out. I'll go get it for you." "You don't have to, I can get it," I said. "I'll get it. You go ahead and shower." When Sgt. Adams was gone I quickly stripped down, grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. I made it a quick one; I was on my own time now. I was just turning the water off when Adams came into the latrine with the manual. He rested his butt on one of the sinks as he flipped through the manual, glancing up now and then to watch me dry off. "These things are wicked," he said. "Shouldn't even be allowed. But they did the trick on those islands where the enemy was dug in so deep. It was the only way to get to them." "A lot of weapons of war should be banned, but I guess they can't be as long as there are wars to be fought. Like my grandpa says, if there hadn't been a Pearl Harbor, there wouldn't have been a Hiroshima, and we wouldn't have had to use flame throwers." I was dried off and I started to go back to my bunk. I noticed again how Sgt. Adams eyes followed me; and he followed me. At the end of the barracks, he tossed the manual on my bunk and leaned back against the double bunks next to mine. My bunk was located in the corner, with no window that far back to let in light, so it was darker. I bent over to get my briefs that I'd tossed on my bunk. "Oh, fuck, Private Conner, don't do that." I turned as I straightened up, holding my shorts in one hand. "Don't do what?" I asked, bewildered. "Bend over like that. Damn, this has been a long week, not getting off base, and you bend over and spread those tight ass cheeks...that's downright dangerous." I smiled, then guffawed, then laughed. "Sorry I got you turned on, Sarge," I joked. "No you're not." His tone startled me, and he wasn't smiling. "I...yeah, I...am, Sarge. I mean, all I did was get my shorts off my bunk," I said as I lifted one foot to put them on. "Don't..." He grabbed my shorts out of my hand. "Don't put `em on just yet." "Why not.....Sarge...?" What the hell was going on? "You've got no idea, have you?" he said, his voice lower now. "No idea about....what?" I asked. What the hell was he talking about? He laughed softly. "Fuck, I can't believe anybody who looks like you do can be so naïve and innocent." "I never...thought I was...naïve..." I stammered. I was starting to really wonder now, about the way Sgt. Adams was looking at me, naked, and the way he was talking, and the funny tone of his voice. Okay, maybe I was a little naïve about things, but I wasn't stupid. "I bet you're still a virgin," he said. "No, I'm not. I fucked my girl the night before I left," I said. "Got in under the wire," he joked. "So you fucked one time in your life. Shit, how'd you manage to do that, just one time? I would think the girls would've been all over you, with a body like that, and..." He nodded at my manhood. "...that swinging between your legs." "Well, girls didn't get to see this swinging between my legs, just the guys in the locker room. I did have girls giving me a lot of attention, though, but I wanted to save it for one special girl." He laughed, and I felt more embarrassed. I must have sounded like the world's biggest hick. I heard him swallow and I noticed he hadn't lifted his eyes; he was still gazing at my manhood. He was acting weird. "Sarge, can I have my shorts back? I should get dressed," I said, holding out my hand. He didn't give them to me. Instead, he put them up to his face, covering his nose, and then he took in a slow, deep breath. Geezuss, what the fuck was he doing? "I can smell you in your shorts," he said in a husky whisper. Suddenly he reached out and put the shorts in my face. "Here, can you smell yourself?" My voice was muffled. "Sarge..." I brushed his hand away. I was so nervous I didn't know what to say. Then I said the stupidest thing. "That's okay, I'll get another pair." I started to go to my footlocker, which was sitting at the end of my bunk, but Sgt. Adams grabbed my arm when I moved past him. I tensed, my muscles tight and bulging, at the ready. He just smiled. "Yeah, flex those muscles for me," he said as he gently pulled me back toward him. "Sarge...Sarge, listen, I don't know what you're thinking, exactly, but I need to get dressed, before..." "No you don't," he cut in. "You and me and LT are the only ones in the company area." "And Lt. Jacobs was over here just a little while ago," I said. "Oh? What'd he want?" "He told me I was out of uniform. I told him I was dressed the way you told me. He said it was okay then. He told me I was doing a good job." "Lt. Jacobs is an all right guy. He's a little young--hell, right out of college--but he's okay." Then he muttered, "Fuck!" and suddenly pulled me tight against him, locking his powerful arms around me. I smelled his sweet breath, breath-mint fresh, then felt his lips pressing against my mouth. I groaned and tried to pull away from him, but he held me too tight, one hand clasped around the back of my head. I was wide-eyed with shock. I never expected anything like this, never a day in my life. He smashed his mouth harder against mine and his tongue raked back and forth across my lips that I kept tightly closed. But then he reached up and grabbed my nose and cut off my air. I held my breath for as long as I could. When I opened my mouth to try to suck in air, he let go of my nose and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I groaned again, or maybe it was a whimper. I was being French kissed by a guy! I tried to wrench free but despite my strength, Sgt. Adams out-muscled me, and I was helpless. I was also bewildered, and terrified at the stirring in my loins. Suddenly I heard boots on the steps of the barracks. I managed to pull my head back. "Someone's coming!!" I hissed into the sergeant's mouth. I heard the door close, and heard a click. It was Lt. Jacobs! Lt. Jacobs had interrupted the kiss but I didn't think he'd seen us; we were hidden by the double bunks on the other side of mine. Sgt. Adams clamped his hand tightly over my mouth. "If I move my hand, you don't make a sound above a whisper," he said in a stern, almost threatening tone. I nodded, and he moved his hand. I rubbed my lips where he had kissed me so hard, and felt the irritation from the stubble of his beard. The footsteps were coming toward us "It's all right, it's just me," Jacobs said. I should've been scared, but there was something in his tone. I could see that he was carrying what looked like a camera case. I came to attention as the lieutenant strode to my end of the barracks. Sgt. Adams didn't. "As you were, Private Conner," the lieutenant said as he laid the case on the top bunk beside mine. Then he started taking off his shirt. "I need to shower and I don't want to go all the way back to my quarters. Is it all right if I use your shower, Private?" He laid his shirt on the top bunk beside the case. "Yes, of course, sir, it's the Army's shower, not mine." I said. "But you are in charge of this barracks, Private, so everything that goes on the barracks has to be with your permission." "Oh. All right, you have my permission to use the shower, sir." "Looks like you were just about to shower yourself. You can join me," he said as he removed his T-shirt. "I just..." Sgt. Adams nudged me. "Yes, sir. All right, sir," I finished quickly. I didn't understand why Adams thought I should shower again with the lieutenant....or why I was half mesmerized by Lt. Jacobs. Maybe because he was an officer. His upper body was chiseled, and smooth, his muscles rippling with the slightest move. He was tall and lean, but he didn't give the appearance of being that built under his uniform. His pecs and triceps bulged as he undid his belt, and I found myself anticipating seeing his butt that I'd found myself admiring when he walked away from me outside. Don't ask me why. I just remembered watching him walk away from me on the ladder earlier and eyeing his butt, and now I was going to see it bare and it excited me somehow. I was completely baffled. Even Sgt. Adams made it a point to shower very early in the morning before he awakened the rest of the barracks, and the idea of the lieutenant getting naked in front of his enlisted men was, well, just unthinkable. And why had he brought a camera? I was nervous about seeing an officer naked. Officers were like God. I tried not to look because I didn't think I should but if he was stripping down right there in front of me I guess it didn't matter to him if I watched him. Suddenly there he was, our CO, naked, and looking awesome, at least from the back, and I was curious as hell about how he was built between his legs. I had to fight to keep my eyes from raking over his naked body, but when he turned around, in my peripheral vision I could see that he was well hung. "I don't have a towel, Private. Do you happen to have an extra one?" he asked. "Y-yes, sir," I said as I stepped past him to get a clean towel from my locker. I brushed against him but he didn't say anything. "Here you go, sir." I said, nearly choking, as I handed him the towel. I had to gulp down the excess spit that suddenly flooded my mouth. "Thank you. And you don't mind if I use your soap," he said. "No, sir." He opened the case and took out a camera and handed it to St. Adams, then said to me, "Let's hit the showers, Conner." I wondered about the camera but I didn't have time to dwell on it. I followed him to the latrine, purposely lingering behind him a little so I could watch his naked butt. I still didn't know why, but I found his ass to be so incredibly awesome. Sgt. Adams came along behind us. "I hope you don't mind, Conner, I've asked Sgt. Adams to take some pictures. This is my first command and I'm keeping a scrapbook. I want it to be candid and true to life, and showers are a part of barracks life. I've picked you to be the featured soldier. If that's all right. If you would rather not..." "No, it's fine, sir," I said quickly. I wasn't about to say no to my commanding officer. "I would consider it an honor," I added for good measure. Even though I thought it was a bit quirky that he intended to include pictures of guys--us--showering, I figured it could mean one more mark toward me being selected best soldier. And I was secretly proud that I'd been selected for his project. It was a community shower. Sgt. Adams took our towels and hung them on the pegs just outside the shower. Lt. Jacobs preceded me into the shower and turned on a showerhead, then turned on the one next to it and made a motion for me to take it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see St. Adams aiming the camera. I handed the lieutenant my bar of soap. I thought it was the respectful thing to do. "After you," he said. I quickly soaped up, working up a good lather in the hair around my cock, then handed the soap off to him. "You're from Illinois," he said casually. "Yes, sir." "I think we can dispense with the rank, Conner. Without the uniform and the bars, you can see we're just two men in the shower." "All right, sir...I mean...I...I guess I don't know what to call you," I stammered. "Well, I've been calling you Conner. I don't think we should be on first name basis; you call me Jacobs." "All right...Jacobs." It sounded weird as hell, calling the lieutenant by his last name. "Where at in Illinois? Tell me about your hometown." "It's like any other small town, about eight thousand people, a place where everybody knows everybody else's business. You know, if you got in trouble, by morning everybody in town knew about it." "Well, I guess that meant you had to keep your nose clean," he said. "Not necessarily, sir," Sgt. Adams put in. "He fucked his girl just before he left for basic." Surprisingly, I hadn't been paying that much attention to Sgt. Adams. He was in the shower now but standing back from the water spray with the camera. "Oh, really," Jacobs said. "Well, I'm sure she enjoyed that." "Well, she didn't complain," I said proudly. "I bet not. You certainly have plenty to offer any girl." I was bursting with pride, to have my commanding officer making remarks like that about me, and how he looked at me when he said it. "Was that it?" he asked. "I mean, is she still your girl, or was it just a parting piece of ass?" "I guess it was both," I said. "She is still my girl, I get letters from her, but guys tell me not to expect her to wait for me." "That is an all too common occurrence, and it can be bad for morale," he said with a concerned look. "I want you to promise me something, Conner. If you do get a Dear John letter, I want you to come talk to me about it." "I hope I don't get one, but all right, I will, sir. Thanks." I was feeling more at ease with the lieutenant. Without his bars, he was just like one of the guys, and I was enjoying talking to him and watching him. He had a great physique and I was able to ogle his ass, for whatever reason, and his cock seemed to be fluffed up from the warm shower and the attention of being washed. But then, so was mine. "You have a very good build, Conner," he said. "I know the Army isn't responsible for all of that. You must have been an athlete and worked out when you were in high school." "Yes, sir, I was, and I did. The recruiter told me it would be a lot easier if I was in good shape when I arrived for basic, so I hit the weights pretty hard for a couple of months before I signed up." "He advised you well," he said. "And you obviously took his advice to heart," he added, eyeing me up and down. It was weird the way we were chatting like two old friends, when a few minutes before, I would've been scared to speak to the man except to reply to answer a question or reply to orders. He totally surprised me when he handed me my soap and asked me to wash his back. I hesitated for a brief second, wondering if it was a trick, if maybe he was testing me to see if I would do it, and if I did, would he accuse me of being gay? But in that brief second when he asked me I saw in his eyes that he was serious. Still reluctant, I took the soap and he turned his back to me. I began rubbing the soap and both hands across his broad shoulders, working up a lather that ran down his spine and over his tight, bubble butt. I rubbed the lather downward to the small of his back, wondering how far he expected me to go. I surmised, the wise thing would be to wash only where he couldn't reach. It was the first time I'd ever had my hands on another guy's body like this and his muscles felt good. As my hands moved across the small of his back I noticed his butt muscles flexing, one then the other, then both at the same time. Fuck, his butt was awesome! I wanted to touch it so bad! The thing was, I didn't know why I was even noticing. I liked my hands on his bare muscles but I was afraid to go any lower, so I worked my way upward and spread the lather over his upper back and shoulders again. He didn't seem to mind, didn't question why I was doing that or anything. He clinched his butt a couple more times and I wondered if it was like a nervous twitch thing, or if he was trying to send me a signal. He did it again, and that did it. Without hesitation, but with my heart in my throat, I worked up more lather and moved my hands down over his butt, casual as you please. He tightened his butt muscles and they felt like warm stone. I had all but jumped from the frying pan into the fire...now I didn't know if I should wash just the twin globes or if he expected me to wash between them as he would do. Again, he guided the way; he reached back and pulled the muscles apart. I took my cue just as he murmured, "Better get in between them" and so I washed the crack of his ass. I washed deep into the crack, touching his asshole. I couldn't explain the feeling that came over me from being in such an intimate situation. Then, just as abruptly as he'd initiated it, he stepped away from me and turned his back to the shower to rinse off. He was so casual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Then much to my surprise he reached out and took the soap from me. "Turn around," he said. I turned around with my back to him, facing the camera now. I closed my eyes, scared to death of what might happen when the lieutenant started washing my back. I stifled a little gasp when he touched me. His hands felt good on my bare skin and he rubbed them across my shoulders and back vigorously. I was already feeling activity down between my legs from washing his butt, still not understanding why. He didn't stop when he reached the small of my back, or even hesitate. He went right on to wash my butt like I'd done his. He wasn't bashful about washing between my butt muscles either, and when I instinctively tightened them he told me to relax. "Pull `em apart," he said. I pulled my butt apart like he had and he washed even more vigorously, scrubbing my asshole. I let out a little gasp; I hadn't expected it to feel so good. My eyes flew open when I felt his long, thick finger push through my hole. When I opened my eyes I saw that Sgt. Adams had moved around to film the CO washing my asshole inside and out. I was glad he was behind me because the `activity' I'd felt going on between my legs had begun to manifest itself and I was getting a full blown hardon! Oh, Godd, how was I going to explain that! If this was any kind of a don't-ask-don't-tell test, I was going to be in trouble. Sgt. Adams moved back around in front of me. He smiled when he saw my cock, and focused his camera on it. "I think he likes you washing your back, Lt. Jacobs," he said with a grin. The lieutenant put his hand on my shoulder to turn me around. He did a double take, but smiled. "Well, what do we have here?" "I c-couldn't help it, s-sir," I said. I thought the situation suddenly called for more formality. "It's not anything you should help," he said as he moved around in front of me so he had his back to the camera. I was quite relieved that he was hiding me. And quite surprised when put both arms around me and pulled me in tightly against him. What is he doing, I wondered! I had heard guys joke about stuff like this, but I didn't think anybody believed it ever really happened, and nobody ever joked about one of the officers. His hard body felt good; especially good the way my hard cock was pressed tightly between our bellies, and I could feel his cock growing hard against my thighs. "You know, you're the hottest solider in the company," he said in a hoarse voice as he rubbed his body against mine. His face was close to mine and I could see right into his dark eyes. "Thank you, sir," I choked. The whole time,--it wasn't more than a couple of minutes but it seemed longer--I kept looking away to avoid his eyes but was instantly drawn back to his penetrating look, and his face seemed to be closer. Next thing I knew he was brushing his lips across mine. "Mmmmnn!" I moaned with surprise and I instinctively stiffened but I quickly relaxed; I didn't want him to think I was fighting him. That quickly turned into a hard, passionate kiss that took my breath away. I'd never even imagined kissing another guy, and this was making my knees weak. What's happening, I wondered. What does he want from me? What are they going to do to me? And why was Sgt. Adams filming it all? I could feel his cock harder now, and it felt huge throbbing against my legs. He pulled his hips back so his cock could stand up like mine, then he pressed back against me so his cock was between us too. Holy Shit, I thought. I could only feel it against my stomach, but I'd never imagined a man being as big as he felt. "Sir...," I gasped when our mouths parted. "You're doing fine, Conner, let's go in to your bunk," he said huskily as he was turning off the shower. He reached over to turn mine off, still with his other arm around my waist, as if he was afraid I might try to get away from him. I had forgotten Sgt, Adams again and the camera till we were leaving the shower, and he was still taking pictures and videoing everything. I still didn't know why, except for the lieutenant's private use. He was an officer, he wouldn't show it to anyone. I was frightened but I couldn't find the courage to say or do anything. I knew this should not be happening, but felt powerless to stop whatever they had in mind. This was an officer, after all, and a sergeant. So we went through the barracks to my bunk, Adams filming our every step, from front and sometimes from behind. "How do you wanta do this?" Sgt. Adams asked the lieutenant when we were at my bunk. "You assigned him barracks duty, it's your call," Lt. Jacobs replied. "You ever done anything with a guy?" Adams asked me. "No," I said softly. "And I don't..." "Nobody asked you what you do or don't want," he cut in sharply. Then he said to Lt. Jacobs. "If you fuck him, sir, he's gonna need something in his mouth to keep him quiet." "He's gonna need that no matter which one of us fucks him." I was suddenly wide-eyed terrified. They intended to fuck me! Fuck my ass! They were going to rape me! Oh, Godd, this can't be happening. "Maybe you ought to have first crack at him," the lieutenant said as he stroked his cock. "I'll feed him my cock to keep him quiet." I gaped at the lieutenant's manhood. It was swollen to the size of an average forearm, with a head the size of a small orange. Precum glistened in the wide piss slit, oozed out and dripped to the floor. My asshole tightened and quivered inside and I began to have wild thoughts of how I could get out of the situation. Thoughts like jerking free and running down the company street naked. Surely someone would surely see me. But where would that get me? Thrown in the stockade, no doubt, because nobody would believe me, a private, over the company commander and an NCO. I decided to try to talk my way out of it; plead with them. "Please, sir...sergeant...don't do this. Don't fuck me. You'll rip me a new asshole. I'll do anything. I'll give you both head...good head...I just don't want my butt ripped open." But the words were all in my head; I couldn't speak them out loud. It was as if I were rehearsing what I wanted to say. Jacobs drew me against him again. Our bodies were still damp, and it felt as good as before, despite my fears. "I think you want this as much as I do," he said in a hoarse whisper as he ground his loins against me. I drew on the words I'd rehearsed but only part of them came out. "I w-would like t-to....to try giving you head, sir. I think I could do that pretty good," I said. Rehearsed or not I couldn't believe the words came out of my mouth. But I was desperate to try to get out of being fucked. "You said you've never done anything with a guy." "No, I haven't." "Then how do you know you can give head?" "I'll do my best," I said. The two men looked at each other, then I saw Lt. Jacobs eyeing my butt. He looked back at Sgt. Adams. "I think we oughta convince him he wants it in the ass," Adams said. "I think you would like it, Private Conner, and I think I can make you want it," Jacobs said. I noticed the informality was gone; he was calling me Private Conner, which in my mind placed him squarely and unequivocally as my superior. He nodded to Sgt. Adams. Sgt. Adams took me by the arm to turn me around so I was facing away from them. Then he told me to bend over my bunk. I was afraid to. I didn't trust him. If I bent over, my butt would be spread open and offered to them like a sacrificial lamb. "Bend over, soldier, and grab the other side of your bunk," Lt. Jacobs said in a firm but gentle tone. Still, he made it sound like an order. I bent over the bunk with a wary look over my shoulder, to see Sgt. Adams getting something out of his pocket. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was meant for me. What I didn't see was Lt. Jacobs squatting down behind me. Then I got the surprise of my life. I felt his hot breath seconds before I felt his tongue sliding up the crack of my ass, right over my asshole. "Aaawhhhh!" I moaned with surprise, tossing my head back. "Ohh, Sir, w-what're you d-doing!" I heard them both laugh. "He's making you want what you think you don't want," Sgt. Adams said. "Let me show you," Jacobs said, and went back to rimming me. "Ohh...oh, my Godd!" I moaned. "Oh, Geezuss, Sir...Ooohhhhh!" I couldn't help it; I started twisting and moving my ass up and down to the tune of his tongue. I never felt anything like it. I didn't even know I had feelings in my ass, and it scared me that I did. Scared me because maybe they were right; I might want what I said I didn't want if they kept doing things like this to me. I didn't know but I guessed Sgt. Adams was taking pictures. I got my second surprise when he came around to the other side of my bunk. He was naked from the waist down and he had his cock in his hand, waving it in my face. "Here, put this in your mouth so you don't make so much noise," he said. I looked up at him with a `you're-not-serious' look, but I could tell from the look on his face that he was dead serious. "Come on, you said you give good head. Show me." It didn't sound like an order, but I knew I had to do it. I had not made any attempt to get away; I was in too deep to back out. More than that, suddenly I didn't not want to do it. It wasn't a conscious decision that I wanted to, it was more a sudden urge. I felt a sudden, new sensation in my ass and it made me reach out and take hold of the sergeant's cock and he brought it to my mouth. I took about half of it before it pressed against my throat and I realized I could choke on it. Then what I was feeling in my ass made me start moving my mouth, like what I figured giving head was all about. And that's when I realized that the wonderful sensations in my ass weren't being caused from the lieutenant's tongue any longer. He was licking and kissing my butt, but my asshole was quivering and squeezing around his finger! "MMMmnnnn!!...Ooohhmmm!" I moaned around the sergeant's thick cock as I sucked harder. "I think he likes what you're doing, or he likes giving head an awful lot," the sergeant said. "He's gonna like getting fucked too," the lieutenant said. "Aren't you, private?" He caused my answer to be a sudden loud groan around Sgt. Adams' cock when he shoved another finger up inside me, maybe two more. "UUhnnnn!..MMmmnnnhhh....Awwnngghh!" I groaned as he probed and twisted his finger around. He was touching something in there that was driving me crazy, and I was twisting my butt and thrashing around his hand to keep the contact going. "You wanta get fucked, don't you, private?" I didn't answer because I had my mouth full and the sergeant's hands were locked around my head and he was more or less fucking my face. But then he shoved my head back. "The lieutenant asked you a question, soldier!" he barked. "Sir! Yess, Sir!" I blurted out the standard, expected reply to an officer's question. "Yes Sir, what?" Adams snapped as he smacked my face with his wet cock. "Whatever the lieutenant wants," I said. "What was the question, private?" Adams demanded. "The lieutenant asked if I....if I w-wanted.....Ohhhh!....Awwhhh, Godd!" He was rubbing that spot again. "H-He asked if I wanted to get fucked!" I blurted out. "And your answer?" "Sir, Yes, Sir! I wanta get fucked! I want you to fuck me, Sir!" What was I saying!! It was an out and out unlawful question; I didn't need to answer in the affirmative. But my answer was out there, and he hadn't forced it out of me, I couldn't take it back. "You heard the private's answer, sergeant." "Yes I did, sir, loud and clear. The private wants you to fuck him. He made that perfectly clear." It was going to happen! I had never thought of my ass as anything even remotely related to virginity but that was about to change; I was going to have another man's cock shoved in my ass! A moment passed then I felt the heat of the officer's cock between my butt and the blunt head pressing against my hole. I was scared senseless, and for some dumb reason I grabbed hold of Sgt. Adams' cock again, like a life preserver, and with a soft chuckle he shoved it in my mouth. And just in time, for my ass was suddenly being stretched unmercifully by the oversized head of Lt. Jacob's cock. I didn't even have time to brace myself, and he didn't give me a moment to get used to it. He penetrated my hole and shoved right in to the hilt. I think I screamed but I was the only one who heard the sound as it reverberated in my head. "Ohh, Shit! You oughta feel this," the lieutenant said as he lodged his cock deep inside me, causing it to throb and buck. "I'm hoping you will allow me to do just that, sir," Adams said. "Oh, yeah, you'll get your chance," Jacobs told him. "Just as soon as I drill out his virginity for you." "That is much appreciated, Sir." "Godd, it's been a long time since I nailed a virgin," Jacobs said as he began fucking me. "Hell, not since back in high school. We had this guy who decided to join the cheerleading squad instead of going out for sports. Well, you know what jocks do to cheerleaders." "Yes, sir, I do vaguely remember," Adams said. I was able to work through the pain--I had no choice--and once it was gone I thought it wasn't so bad, at least bearable. Then gradually it became more than bearable, intensely pleasurable feelings began overtaking me. I didn't understand the feelings--I wasn't built to be fucked like a cheerleader--but I couldn't deny they were there, and it just kept getting better and better. I tried not to enjoy it. I tried not to respond. But it was hard to stay bent over my bunk as an inanimate object to be used for the dual pleasure, and I found myself responding, twisting my hips around and shoving back onto the lieutenant's thrusting cock. "I think he's starting to get into it," Jacob's said with a soft chuckle. "More like you're getting into him, Sir," Adams said. "I hate to pull you away from that hungry mouth of his, sergeant, but how about getting the cameras and recording this event for my journal." "Yes, sir, be glad to." "You will be fully compensated and properly rewarded," Jacobs said. I was at the point where I didn't give a fuck about the cameras; after all, the lieutenant would be in the pictures and the video too. I just wanted what he was doing to me. He pulled out at one point and told me to lie across my bunk on my back. I did, and brought my legs up and he ducked under the upper bunk and bent me in half and mounted me again. I wasn't scared now; I was ready and anxious for his cock. He fucked me across the bunk till my head and shoulders were hanging over the other side, and Sgt. Adams straddled my head with his back to the lieutenant, and held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth. I let out a whinnied groan and gobbled his cock like I was hungry for it. Quite honestly, I thought I was in heaven. Sgt. Adams got his proper reward. Lt. Jacobs pulled out and told Adams that he would take over the cameras while he fucked me. "We need to get you in some of these action shots," he said as Adams came around to take the CO's place. My ass felt like it was gaping open and I was anxious for it to be filled again. Adam was thick and he felled me properly. He felt good inside me and he had some nice moves different from Lt. Jacobs, and they made me whimper. "You're right, sir, this is a pretty impressive ass," Jacobs said as he fucked me. "I only wish I could've been the first to fuck it. But I know rank has its privileges." "Well, you can be the one to baptize his ass," Lt. Jacobs said. "I want you to dump your load inside him, sergeant. Private Conner, I want to you to hold off. I want to be the one to make you cum." Sgt. Adams was making it good and I had to concentrate to hold off. Twice I reached up to press my hand against his stomach to stop him. "Getting too good for you?" he asked with a chuckle. "Yes." "And you didn't want to get fucked; didn't think you would like it," he said. He fucked me for quite a while and I wondered what time it was getting to be. It shouldn't matter, we would be able to hear the troops marching in from training. "You ready to get baptized?" Adams asked. "Yes, please, Sarge, I'm having trouble holding off," I said. I couldn't believe my voice was so calm and matter of fact, or what I was saying; telling another man I was ready for him to cum inside me. What was happening to me? He laughed and continued fucking me. I let out a little gasp and my eyes widened when I felt his warm cum shooting deep inside me. "You like that don't you," he gasped between spurts. "Yes, Sarge, I like how it feels," I told him. "Let's see if you like how it tastes," he said. He moved too quickly for me to be horrified. In matter of seconds, while I still wallowing in the wonderful sensations of being fucked and shot in, he was astraddle my chest with his thick cock gripped tightly in his fist. He told me to open up and I did, almost instinctively, and it struck me that I had opened my mouth not to obey a command from my superior, but because I wanted to. I wanted to feel and taste his cum! Sgt. Adams aimed his cock at my open mouth and released his grip on it and cum shot out in powerful ropes. I got it in my mouth and all over my face. I couldn't believe anybody could shoot so much cum. It took a moment for the taste of him to permeate my taste buds and when it did I was instantly hooked. I whinnied and moaned and clasped my hands around his butt to pull his cock into my mouth so none of the precious nectar would be wasted. I sucked him dry. I sucked him till his cock was lurching from over sensitivity and he pulled back. "Holy Fuck, LT, you woke up a sleeping giant," he exclaimed as he leaned back against the opposite bunks. His cock was dripping cum and I almost rose up to get it but I didn't want to appear sluttish. Beside, the lieutenant was moving into position to fuck me again. He handed the camera to Adams. "I don't know if I can hold the camera s till," Adams said, laughing. Lt. shoved his cock through my gaping hole and sank in to the hilt. "I want you to finish too, for the cameras, Private," he told me. "So you jack your cock real slow till I'm ready to cum, then you work yourself up, but I then want you to let go of your cock at the last second and let it cum on its own." "Yes, sir, I'll try." Lt. Jacobs had a more refined technique, smoother moves, and he slowly took us into a sexual orbit. I was lost to everything but the exquisite, unbelievable pleasure he was giving me. I still didn't know what time it was--and I was afraid to look at my watch--and I found myself listening for the sound of boots tromping into the company area. But even as I listened, it didn't matter; I didn't care of the entire company came bounding into the barracks and saw the LT fucking me. I didn't care if they all wanted to fuck me, and that thought that sneaked into my brain gave thought to how I might accomplish that! "I'm glad you're okay with all of this," Lt. Jacobs was saying in a soft, husky voice as he fucked me with a hard, steady rhythm. "I was pretty sure you would be." "How were you so sure, sir?" I asked. "You don't know it yet, but you're a sex magnet. You have a sexual aura about you that attracts males and females alike." "I don't understand that, sir," I said. "It's not something you can or need to understand, Conner; just know you have it, and use it to your advantage. You like what we're doing, don't you?" "Yes, sir, I do. I was scared at first, but I like it." "Then that's all you need to understand," he said. "Now, are you getting close?" "I can be; I've been concentrating on holding off till you're ready." "And I've been working to hold off till you're close," he said. "What say we make an explosion." "I would like that, sir; I would like to cum with you." "Remember, let go of your cock," he said. I gave him the finish he wanted. He was surprised and impressed with the load I shot off. So was I. I'd never shot off a load like it. I thought it must've been because of getting fucked that caused the terrific buildup. The stuff spewed everywhere. Sgt. Adams was standing on the other side of the bunk, at my shoulders, and I shot cum all over his camera. Seconds later Lt. Jacobs began dumping his load in my ass. I couldn't actually feel his cum as much as his cock bucking and twitching and bouncing around inside me. I was left exhausted, and very satisfied. The two men sat on my bunk with me for few minutes then Lt. Jacobs said we all needed to shower and put everything in order before the troops came back from training. I was surprised when they joined together to wash me, Adams in front and Lt. Jacobs in back. "How do you feel now?" Lt. Jacobs asked as he worked his soapy fingers into the crack of my ass and through my hole. "I feel good, sir." "Not sore or anything?" "No, sir. I feel good all over, inside and out." "Then you think you might want to do this again sometime." "Yes, sir. anytime." I laughed. "I don't know if I gay or what, but I'm not ashamed to say you got me hooked, sir." "You don't know and nobody's asking," he said. I wasn't particularly surprised when I won best soldier and got a three day pass. If I was short a couple of points, I was confident that giving my virginity to the CO would make up for that. I was surprised when Sgt. Adams told me that Lt. Jacobs, as a personal reward, had gotten me a room at a certain motel right off base. The way I was awarded the honor was neat. At formation just before inspection, I was announced and then excused from formation to go to the orderly room and pick up my pass. I was proud as hell. "You lucky fuck," the clerk said as he handed me the pass. "Hey, I earned it," I said. "Yeah, and we both know how," he said. I looked at him, probably a surprised look, because he smiled. I took a cab to the main gate. I showed my pass to the guard and we were waved through. The cab driver dropped me off at the motel. "This your first pass off base?" he asked. "Yes, I'm just finishing up basic," I said. "Then you're probably pretty boned up. Want me to send you a girl? She's young, about your age, guaranteed clean. She's not like the whores who're going to be all over you. She's young and pretty; hasn't been at it very long; sort of like you, still in training." I hadn't given a lot of thought to what I would do with the pass; only that I would be away from the rigors and discipline of the military for a couple of nights. The idea of a girl excited me. "Yeah, you could send her around," I said. I paid the driver and got my overnight bag out of the back. "Give me an hour or so to get settled in," I told him. "By the way, how much is this going to cost me?" "That'll be between you and her, depending on how long you want her for?" "Okay, we'll settle it between us," I said. The excitement of having a prostitute brought on a sudden case of nerves. As I'd had sex with only one other girl in my life, this girl would have a lot more experience, and I didn't know how I would perform. Part of it was the thought that most of my sexual experience had been with two other guys. Maybe that part of it was me wanting to regain or test my manhood. I went across the street for a six pack of cold beer to settle my nerves, and bought some condoms out of a machine in the rest room. I'd downed two of them by the time the girl arrived. I was steady on my feet when I answered the door but I could feel the buzz. I opened the door to a sharp looking, petite thing with black hair and snappy black eyes, poured into a black sheath dress that made me want to grab her and pull her inside before she got arrested. My nervousness took on a different connotation, from how would I perform, to I couldn't wait to find out. "I hope I have the right room number," she said. "Well, if you don't, somebody's going to be disappointed when you don't show up," I said, stepping back to let her in. I closed the door, feeling the sweat in my palm on the doorknob. "I'm Kathy." "Conner," I said. There was an awkward moment where I shifted my weight nervously from one foot to the other. "I, uh....I'm glad you could make it; I know it's early in the day," I said. "I'm like a doctor, on call," she tried to joke. "Listen, I, uh....I'm going to come right out with it; I've only been with one other woman, one time, just before I left for basic a few weeks ago," I blurted. She smiled. "I like your honesty. I've only been with three other men, soldiers." "I hope they treated you right," I said. "Yes. One was a little rough, but I think it was because he was so....anxious." "I can understand why he would be," I said. "You wanta get comfortable?" "If you do," she said. "Yeah, I do....I'm going to....bur first I ought ask....I mean we ought to discuss how much....so I know....." "It's a hundred dollars," she said. "That's for....what, an hour?....two hours?.....I've never done this before....paid, I mean." "It's a hundred dollars till you're done," she said. I hated how we were reducing it to a matter of paid sex and I wanted to get past it. "Actually, it doesn't matter," I said. It was easier to say that, knowing what I was in for. I peeled my T-shirt off over my head to signal her to take off her clothes. She didn't seem as nervous as I was. She was very casual about the way she stripped off her clothes, like she was undressing in her room at home. My undressing was intermittent as I paused to watch her. But my temperature was a steady climb; my cock the thermometer. When she was naked I was down to my shorts that were tented something awful. "You're beautiful," I said. It didn't come out the way I intended it. I more or less blurted it out; I meant it to sound more like a compliment. "You're very handsome, and you have a great body," she said as she reached out and smoothed one hand over my chest. Like a dumbass, I could only stand there and watch her hand move down my stomach. "Very nice," she said. "Thanks." That came out okay, but how can you fuck up "thanks?" As her hand brushed over the protrusion in my shorts my eyes were fixed on her shaved pussy. That smoothness gave her a look of flawlessness. "I like that," I said hoarsely, nodding down to her pussy. She smiled and brushed her other hand down over it. I liked it a lot. It was making my mouth water; for the first time in my life--honestly, the first time I ever thought about it--I wanted to eat pussy. My legs cooperated by giving way under me and I found myself on my knees in front of her. I placed my hands on her hips, my eyes fixed. "My Godd," I whispered. I don't know why I said it; maybe because she was so beautiful, maybe it was the idea that I was actually going to do what I'd heard so many guys talk about. I pressed my face against her stomach and she put her hands over mine. I let my mouth go slack and that became a kiss. She put her hands gently on my head. I kissed downward into the baby smooth area where her pubes once were, and felt her hands tighten around my head. I licked at the top of her pussy and brought my hands from her hips to spread the soft lips apart. I knew instinctively when I found her clit even though I had never seen or felt one before. I knew from reading and hearing about it as a girl's love nut, and I knew by the way she reacted, with a sudden, whimpering outcry. I remembered what an older boy had told me in the locker room; first, that he never fucked anything he didn't eat first, and second, that once you made contact with a girl's clit with your tongue, she was yours. The way Kathy pressed herself against my face, I believed him. I went at her like a hungry puppy, eager and starving for this first adventure. I eased her back onto the bed and she lifted her legs for me. I spread her pussy open and buried my face in it, licking deep inside her while she rubbed her clit against my nose. She moaned and cried out and whinnied like a young mare in heat. I discovered I liked eating pussy. I liked the power I exerted over the girl; she was indeed putty in my hands. I was glad I had lost my virginity with the girl back home, so I knew what I was doing with this one. Except back home I hadn't used a condom--she assured me it was safe--this time I did. I couldn't forget she was, after all, a prostitute who I was paying. With one hand I worked my shorts off while I used my other hand to massage the inside of her pussy. I had to pause to put the condom on, but she took over, rubbing her clit herself, and fingering herself. By the time I had the condom on, she was ready; she was writhing on the bed and moaning softly. Standing over her, I asked her if she was ready. "Ohh, yess! Yess! I'm so ready for you to fuck me I want your big, beautiful cock deep inside me. I want you body pressing down on me. Fuck me, soldier.....fuck me hard." I wasn't as impressed as I might have been because it sounded like canned remarks she'd rehearsed for the occasion no matter who was standing over her with a stiff, ready cock. Therefore, it wasn't as passionate as it might have been; no resemblance of love making. It was sex, and paid sex to boot. But I fucked her. I fucked the pussy that I ate first, just like the guy back in school. I fucked her for a long time, and I got back my confidence in my manhood. I had thought I might blow most of my money and have her for the night and maybe even the next day and fuck our brains out. But as good as it was, when it was over, it was just what I'd paid for; sex. I didn't kick her out. She lingered and we lay together and talked like two old friends, but my desire had gone and it wasn't returning. I wasn't sad when she left with my hundred bucks. I wasn't sad about the hundred bucks either. I was sort of proud that I'd had my first prostitute. I laid back and watched TV and had another beer then got up and showered. Later, I went across the street to the bar where a band was playing. I danced with a few girls and got the come on from a couple of prostitutes but it was easy to say no. I found myself eyeing the guys, wondering about the chances of getting one of them to go back to my room with me. I wondered how I would go about doing that; what approach I might use. I began rehearsing in my head. But I never worked up the nerve. I overheard some guys talking about another place where they thought there would be more action later on. I didn't want to have too much to drink if I was going there so I left and wandered around for a while. The town was typical of what I would learn all towns outside military bases would be like; bars, strip joints, pawn shops and loan companies, used car lots, military surplus and souvenir shops. I found the place; Robbie's. I paid the cover charge and went inside. It was a bar and strip club with a band and a dance floor. It was loud, with a lot of very young soldiers being over exuberant, trying too hard to act like they were having a good time; trying to act like they thought soldiers should act. I hung around for a while, nursed a couple of beers and watched the strippers, but that got old pretty quick. It was the same moves by every girl, over and over again. It didn't do much for me. I saw several guys that I wished were up there stripping and showing off their bodies. Maybe it was the gradual accumulation of booze, but a sudden pall came over me; the excitement of being on pass was wearing off. I wished there could've been someone to come with me. I felt a little down as I headed back to my room. I had barely closed the door when the phone rang. Who could be calling me?.....who knew I was there? I wondered if there was a problem back at the base. "Hello." "Conner." "Yes." "This is Lt. Jacobs." "Sir! Is there something wrong, sir?" "No, nothing's wrong. I've just been waiting for you to burn out and get your sorry ass back to your room." "I just walked in the door." "I know." "How did you know, sir?" "I'm in the bar across the street. Do you want company for the night, or do you have other plans? I didn't see anyone go in with you." My heart raced. I could hardly breathe, let along speak. "No, no plans, sir. Yes, sir, I would love to have company for the night." "Great. Listen, I want you to unlock your door then I want you to strip naked. When I walk in I want to find you stretched out on the bed, ready and waiting." "Yes, sir. Do you want me on lying my back or on my stomach, sir?" "Doesn't matter how we start out, you're going to be in every position known to man before the night's over," he said. "Ohh, Godd," I whispered. He heard me. "What? What was that?" "Nothing, sir. I just said....it was nothing, sir." "Listen, Conner......." "Yes, sir?" "I just want you to know.....to get it on the record.....before the night's over, you're going to have me in every position known to man." "Ohh, Godd!" I gasped again. "I heard you that time," he said, laughing.

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Hi.... My name's Caleb and I'm a fifteen-year-old boy.... I guess you could say I'm you're typical teenage guy...I tend to think about three things: food, sleep, and sex, and not always in that order.... I lead a fairly average life in American Suburbia.... My parents are pretty well-off, and even after my mom died when I was little my dad has still been able to make ends meet, with a lot left over to make life more enjoyable. I have three brothers.... James is the oldest.... He's 17 and will be a junior in high school this year.... He plays soccer and lacrosse and is pretty good at both.... He's about 5'11'' and 135lbs or so with curly brown hair that he wears slightly long- just enough that he has to brush it back from his face every now and again- and blue eyes. He's pretty thin since he does so much running, but he's also lithe and toned.... He's a good older brother I guess. Next is my favorite.... My twin Kyle and I are almost inseparable.... I mean, come on, we are twins and all.... Apparently even when we were sperm and egg we had to stick together, and we've been together ever since.... He's my best friend and my brother all at the same time.... Like me he's about 5'8'' and 120 lbs or so with dark blonde hair that he keeps relatively short and green eyes.... We both have long eyelashes and toned, lean, smooth, and almost completely hairless bodies.... We're big in to swimming and soccer, and we do both as much as possible. Last is my little brother Justin.... He's thirteen and is in 7th grade this year.... He's pretty good sized for his age, standing about 5'5'' and about 110 lbs.... He takes after my dad the most, with brown hair that he wears spiked and Dad's gray eyes.... He's not bad as far as little brothers go.... He's in to swimming too, so he hangs around us a lot at practice.... He also does baseball, which none of the rest of us do, and he's a good student.... He doesn't whine too much, and he's not too bad to hang out with when we HAVE to. Well, now that you at least have a fuzzy picture of us, let me start with the real story.... It all began when my dad told us he was going out of town for a week on business.... He works for a pretty big-name law firm that handles a lot of corporate litigation and shit.... Usually it meant a lot of conference calls, late nights in the office, and a few weekend trips here or there.... These weren't a big deal, and usually my aunt (my dad's unwed sister) would come and watch us.... This time, however, some big client needed him to fly out of the country to help put together some sort of deal.... I'm a little vague on the details, but hey, I'm only fifteen.... I don't have to worry about shit like that. We were sitting around the dinner table on Wednesday night when it all came out. "Well boys, it looks like I'll be off again this weekend.... The Firm needs me to fly out of town for a while; probably for the better part of a week.... Do you think you guys can handle it?" Dad asked. "Sure," James replied.... "Where you going, pops?" "Bob said something about London, but with him you never can be sure, " Dad replied with a wink.... "He's not too good with that whole geography thing.... You give him a piece of paper with numbers and stuff on it...he's your man.... You give him a map...and you take your own life in your hands." We all had a good laugh at this.... Bob was something of a byword around the family and the office.... During the last company picnic the partners rented vans for a trip up into the mountains.... Bob was supposed to drive the lead car in the caravan and, instead of arriving at our destination 30 minutes later, we ended up lost in the forest.... It wasn't a good trip. "Sounds cool," Kyle and I said at the same time.... We stopped to look at each other and Kyle just rolled his eyes and gestured for me to continue.... We do that a lot. "Is Aunt Catherine coming to stay with us?" "I put in a call to her this afternoon, but I haven't been able to get a hold of her," Dad replied. "I don't want Aunt Catherine to stay," mumbled Justin.... "She always makes crappy meals and watches soap operas all day.... AND she doesn't even let me play video games." "Well, I don't know about the crappy meals and soap operas parts, but the no video games sounds good to me, " Dad smiled.... "I know she can be a little rough on you guys, but she's really not that bad." The four of us exchanged glances.... I just put another piece of pizza in my mouth and chewed thoughtfully, waiting for what was coming next.... Kyle pushed a wayward olive around his plate with his finger and tried to look innocent.... Justin excused himself to grab another soda.... We were waiting for James. ... Ever so casually, James picked up the salad tongs and dipped them into the salad bowl.... "You know, Dad," he began, scooping up some salad and depositing it on our father's plate, "We could just stay home alone.... I am 17 now.... I have my license and the twins can help me manage everything around the house. I think it would be good for me, for us, to have some more responsibilities." Justin returned with his new soda, hearing the gist of what James had said.... I looked across the table to find Kyle's eyes exactly as his rose to seek mine.... We all looked at my father. "Hmmm," he said, chewing his salad carefully.... "I don't know about that, James.... I know you're old enough, but I wouldn't want to worry about the four of you being here without some adult supervision.... If anything were to happen..." "It won't," James interrupted.... " And besides, even if it does, we can call Aunt Catherine to wake her up at her apartment as easily as we can to wake her up off the couch.... And don't forget the neighbors.... Mr. and Mrs. Walker are always around, and I'm sure they'd be willing to help if we need it.... Plus, I'm sure Johnny's parents wouldn't mind checking in with you every once in a while if you asked." Johnny Spencer was James' best friend.... His parents were really nice and had looked after all of us when Dad was dealing with Mom's death. Dad speared a tomato, brought it to his mouth and, after chewing a while, replied, "That's as may be, but it doesn't change the fact that you boys would be here by yourselves. I know you can probably manage the household and whatnot, but what about sports practices? What about homework? Groceries? Laundry? Cleaning? It's a lot to manage on your own." "We're not by ourselves.... There are four of us, Dad, and we're more than old enough to stay home alone. What I can't do by myself in getting the twins and Justin to practices we can figure out with teammates. It's no big deal." James put both hands on the table and leaned slightly forward towards my father. "I think it's time you began to trust us a little bit.... You keep saying you wish we would grow up some and help you out more.... Well, this is a perfect opportunity.... We're trying to grow up, and we're trying to help you out, but you have to let us!" I couldn't believe my brother was laying it on so thick.... I thought he was doing a pretty sick job.... We had called a Bro Meeting before dinner to talk about the possibility of Dad going out of town and how to handle it, but James was really going for broke.... Kyle's mouth hung slightly open, so I kicked him under the table.... He shot me a look that I promptly ignored. "Well Dad, what do you think?" asked Justin.... "Can we stay home alone?" Dad just looked at us all. "You're right, James," he said slowly.... "I have asked you all to grow up and help out more...and this is a good opportunity for you boys to show me that I can trust you."... He picked his napkin off his lap to wipe his mouth and placed it on the table.... "But I want you to understand something." He stopped and looked around the table, gathering four sets of eyes to his. "I'm trusting you with the well-being of this house and of each other.... Be safe, make good choices, and above all take care of each other.... I don't want to come home to broken bones and a house that looks like it's been through some sort of natural disaster.... You need to make sure you take care of your work in school and on the fields or in the pool. No wild parties and no craziness. Is that understood?" He waited as we each nodded solemnly in turn.... I could barely contain myself.... I looked across at Kyle to see him shoot a grin at me.... He had mischief in his eyes.... I could hardly wait to find out what he had planned. Satisfied, Dad continued.... "Very well then.... I'll call your Aunt and let her know the deal.... Now, Justin, you and I have dishes tonight.... Caleb and Kyle please clear the table.... James, grab a washcloth.... Tonight's a school night, so I want you boys upstairs and doing your homework as soon as we've cleaned up." -- ~ -- Later that night I lay in my bed thinking about all the delicious possibilities.... A whole week with just us boys.... No Dad around.... No Aunt around.... Almost no supervision whatsoever. This was the first time I could remember when we had a modicum of freedom. Oh, don't get me wrong- my Dad did a great job respecting boundaries and all that shit. But there's always that desire to be on your own, to do things your own wayÉand sometimes, the desire to just break the rules. I heard a soft sound across the room as my brother shifted in his bed. We had a pretty sweet room, all things considered. It was more like a two-room suite than a bedroom. You see, up until my mom died the plan was for Kyle and me to have separate rooms that shared a bathroom. In the weeks and months after she died, though, Kyle and I became even more inseparable than we already were. I guess you could say that after the trauma and tragedy that we felt, we found comfort in being together. After about the fourth morning in a row finding Kyle in my bed or me in Kyle's bed, it just became normal that we slept in the same room. My Dad insisted that we at least have separate beds, and we did (enormous queen sized ones), but whether we actually slept in them, wellÉwhat he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Consolidating bedrooms allowed us to turn the extra room into a playroom. When we were younger it was a great place to hang out, have some fun, run around, and generally be loud. Now that we were older, it was definitely more of a place where we could chill, play music or video games, and have friends over. It was our crash pad and the teenage boy equivalent of a man cave all at the same time. Kyle rustled his sheets again as he shifted. "You still awake?" he whispered. "Yeah," "What are you thinking about?" "What do you think, dumbass?" "I can only guess.... Why don't you get your ass over here so we can talk about it." I climbed out of my bed and padded across the room.... Moonlight coming through the window shone on Kyle's bed, highlighting his tousled hair, grinning face, and bare, smooth upper torso as he sat up watching me. Kyle and I always slept in nothing but our boxers and sometimes ankle socks.... T-shirts and pajamas or shorts just get in the way of more important things. Lifting up the side of the covers nearest me, I climbed into my brother's bed. He shifted slightly to give me some room on his pillow. I put my head next to his and lay on my back, left arm tucked beneath my head- my right side shoulder and hip close enough to feel the heat coming off his body. "Now, what were you thinking about?" he asked, after I had finished settling in. "I was thinking about all the fun we can have when Dad is gone," I said. "What kind of fun were you thinking about?" "I think you know." I looked over to see him grin in the moonlight like a Cheshire cat and his eyes twinkled.... He chuckled low in his throat, and I felt him shift himself slightly, pressing his left leg against me and brushing his foot against mine. I gently pressed back and playfully draped my right leg over his left, our feet engaging in a languid and lazy dance under the covers. "It's pretty awesome that Dad's leaving us alone. I almost can't believe he went for it," I said. "Yeah, but I meanÉhe almost had no choice. James did a great job of putting everything out there. And besides, it's totally true. We should be on our own." I idly scratched my nose with my left finger and pursed my lips. "Well yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't know. I just thought he'd put up more of a fight or something. Especially with Justin only being 13, and us having to work on carpools and homework and food andÉshit. It's going to be a lot of work." Kyle's foot pushed back hard against mine. "Stop that!" he said, "It's going to be great. Knowing him, James will have a plan for everybody by tomorrow morning, all color coded and shit, and he'll put it on the refrigerator or something." I smiled at the thought. "Yeah, and he'll make us fucking memorize it, quiz us on it, put it in our phones, and carry copies in our backpacks too I bet." "Dude, totally!" Our footsy relapsed to gentle stroking. I sighed contentedly. "Mostly, I'm looking forward to a little fun time with the bros. You know, hanging out together and whatnot. It's going to be awesome. We can stay up as late as we want, sleep in if we want on the weekend, we don't have to do the dishes, or clean our rooms, or shower, or do laundry, orÉfuck that. We don't even need to wear clothes if we don't want to! We can have friends overÉ" Kyle elbowed me in the side. "Éouch! The fuck, dude? I'm not talking about a party. Just a couple of friends. Or we can just keep it to us bros." A thought suddenly occurred to me, one that had been floating around the back of my mind for a couple of days, but just now took shape. "Do you thinkÉno." "What?" "Nothing." "No- come on." "Really- it's nothing." Kyle stopped rubbing his foot against mine and rolled on to his side, facing me. He held his head propped up and tilted on his left hand and draped his right out over the covers. The moonlight made a ridge of silver down his side. Even without flexing I could make out the shape of his triceps, the dip and then bulge of his bicep, and furrows of his forearm. Fuck he was beautiful. "Out with it." "WellÉ" still I hesitated. This would be weird. Cool- definitely- but weird. "Do you thinkÉthat maybeÉwe might have some Fun with them? With James?" In the dark I could barely see his forehead crinkle as he realized what I meant. I stressed the capital "F," and he heard it loud and clear. He lay back down and grunted. "Huh..." "Fun" is what we calledÉwell, I guess you could say what we called what started to happen when Kyle and I were around 10 or so. With all the time we spent around each other, sharing a bedroom and bathroom, and quite often our beds and showers, we constantly saw each other naked. Around that age, we started to get interested in what kept happening to our dicks every time we were naked around each other. They would get hard. REALLY hard. Erections were a pretty big deal at that age, and we were definitely curious. When you combined that with almost always sleeping in the same bed and often bathing and showering together, being fascinated that we looked exactly the same, and the fact that we were constantly touching each other, wellÉwe started to have Fun. At first it was just rubbing. That felt good, especially when we started producing jizz when we were 11 or so. We would rub each other to climax and then play with the sticky fluid, often using it to arouse ourselves again and lubricate another session. The next step was pretty natural I guess. With all that cum floating around, some of it was bound to end up in a mouth. I was the first to discover that, not only was our cum extremely slick and a great lubricant, but its smell was intoxicating too. Naturally this made me get off on smelling it. Once, when I bent down to sniff a particularly pungent puddle of it after a marathon session, I don't know what came over me. I flicked out my tongue and lapped some into my mouth. Its taste was creamy, slightly slimy, but a wondrous mixture of salty and tangy, with just a hint of boyish sweetness. I was hooked. Immediately, I shared my discovery with Kyle, and we both became avid cum eaters afterwards. It became an even contest to decide whether we would use the loads we shot after jacking each other off as lube for our next session or just eat them. Eventually we realized that you didn't need to jack off first to get the cum. It was often easier, and a lot more fun, to do it "hands free" instead. I mean, if the ultimate goal was to get cum in our mouths and down our throats, why not just suck the dick? Once we combined that with the fact that we both had mouths and both had cocks, and we could suck each other at the same time, 69ing became our preferred method of jizz consumption. This, in turn, led to the final consummation of our relationship and the ultimate level of Fun: Fucking. As my father would often say, "Idle hands are the devil's playthings." Well, I don't really know about the devil part, but they definitely became our playthings. We used them to caress and explore each other's bodies while our dicks were buried down each other's throats and our noses were buried in each other's just-manifesting, wispy blonde pubes. It was only a matter of time I guess, before one day Kyle's finger found my ass and starting probing. It was immediately apparent that, once his finger went knuckle deep and started pressing something deep inside me, I went crazy. Simply crazy. My dick was twitching all over the place, and my precum started literally gushing into his mouth. He withdrew his finger from my ass and his cock from my mouth so we could talk about it. Well, if his finger was good, we thought, his dick would be better, right? Turns out that my tight preteen ass drove him as crazy as his cock punishing what we later determined (after some steamy internet searches) was my prostate drove me. After our first explosive session, and the fulfilling sense I got when he blew his load in my ass and I nearly passed out as I shot mine across the room, I told him he had to try it, and we flipped positions. I fucked him while his warm load trickled out of my boyhole and he was delirious with pleasure, mumbling how much he loved me and begging me to pound him harder. It was magical. And the rest is history. Soon we came to term any and all of these sorts of things- rubbing, sucking, fucking, as simply "Fun," and we used that as our code word. I could hear him breathing next to me. Eventually he started rubbing his foot against mine again, and he reached down under the covers to lightly run his finger up my thigh draped over his leg. "Why James?" he asked. "Huh?" "Why James. What made you think about that? I know why we started having Fun," his hand stroking my thigh slid to cup my junk before moving back to just my leg, "HehÉI can feel why, tooÉbut why James? You've never said anything about it before." My dick was already chubbed from the footsy and thigh action, and it twitched when my brother groped me. I smiled as I thought about his matching dick. I loved his dick- I'm not afraid to say so. I mean, think about it. I love my own dick- it's a little over 7 inches and cut, with no awkward angles or anything- just that beautiful, natural curve. When I'm really hard and pull my dick out from my body, it will thwack back to hit my stomach. Most importantly, the head is in proportion to the rest of the shaft. It may sound picky and OCD, but when I watch porn or perve on other dudes in my gym class, nothing disgusts me more than a cock obviously out of proportion: either with a teeny head (or none at all- I HATE those uncircumcised ant eaters) or with a giant fucking dome on top. Ew. Since Kyle's dick is exactly like my dick, I love his dick too. But enough about our dicks. I thought about my brother James. He had been entering my thoughts a lot more recently, and not in a pure brotherly-love way. I'd idly fantasized about him when I was younger, a couple years ago probably. When I was about Justin's age and he was about our age now. But I never did anything about it aside from jack off a couple times. More recently, though, the fantasies were anything but idle. Let's be honest- the dude is attractive and a catch no matter how you look at it. Aside from his outward good looks (a family trait), he's also one smart fuck, pretty funny, and is always confident. I love that. However, I must confess I learned something new about my brother recently that kicked my adolescent hormones and imagination into overdrive. James is a stud. A fucking hung stud. Yup- probably 8.5 inches. This isn't a porno guys- he doesn't have a 12 inch dick the size of a 40oz malt liquor bottle. But he does have one fucking beautiful tool. And I saw it last week. Here's the scene. I'm sitting in our room on my bed playing a game on my iPhone. My smokin' hot older brother walks in wearing just mesh shorts with the rim of his briefs showing and footie socks. Nothing else except a sheen of sweat and a wave of musk that follows him into the room. He smells like boy sweat and grass- obviously just back from soccer practice. He asks me if he can use our shower. He has to ask three times because I'm staring at his 6 pack, flat pecs, and tapered waist. There's a laser beam from my eyes boring into his belly button. Flummoxed, I stutter out something that he takes to mean, "Sure dude. Go ahead." 25 minutes later, Stud Brother comes out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It dips suggestively in all the right places, but doesn't grant me full access. As he walks through our room to exit, one of his socks falls out of the bundle of dirty clothes he's holding in his hands. He stops and bends down to pick it up. His towel, loose to begin with, is undone with his extra motion. It slips to the floor. Lights. Music. Angels sing. I get a glimpse of heaven in the form of my older brother's beautiful cock, surprisingly fleshed-out and, more surprisingly, I see a clear drop of fluid spill out of the tip. Fuck me. "Oh shit!" he shouts, and grabs for his towel while also reaching for his socks and trying to hold on to the rest of his clothes. But it's to no avail. Everything falls to the ground and he stands naked before me. It only lasts about 20 seconds total before he's scooped everything up. What surprises me most is the way he casually gathers his things. "Sorry about that, bro. Towel just slipped off there for a sec. Thanks for the shower!" He stands there calmly returning my gaze, oozing confidence, totally oblivious that I'm about to cream myself after his exhibition, before he leaves the room with a little wave and a half-smile. Or was he? Was he totally oblivious? My mind runs wild. My imagination WANTS to believe it might not have been an accident. I get up and go into the bathroom to inspect a suspicion. Looking into the huge shower that I share with Kyle (with dual heads and a bench to sit if you want), I can smell that James used my shampoo and body wash. I climb into the shower and look towards the drain. I remember that one clear drop spilling from the tip of my brother's cock. I remember that sometimes after I blow a load, my dick will leak juice for a while afterward. I bend closer to inspect the drain. Sure enough, there's a viscous white fluid on it. I gather some and bring it to my nose. It smells right. I stick my finger in my mouth and close my eyes, savoring the flavor. It tastes right. Fresh spunk. My brother dropped a load in our shower. Fuck me twice and piss all over me, but that was the hottest thing I'd seen in a while. Instinctively, I ripped down my cargo shorts and pulled my polo shirt off. Tossing my shorts and shirt on the rug (no boxers or socks for me), I knelt down on the still-warm tiles of the shower. I scooped up what was left of my brother's load and coated my throbbing dick with his juice. Frantically I jerked the shit out of my cock, running my hand up and down the length of my hilt so fast it was a blur. The middle finger of my other hand teased my boyhole. It only took about 90 seconds before I shot my own load all over the shower floor. Fuck me three times and cream my face and up my ass. I just tasted my older brother's cum and jerked off using it as lube. Couple that with the scene that played out in our bedroom earlier, and you can see why my imagination was going. It was one thing to eat his cum cold off my shower floor and see him in all his glory from afar. But what if I could draw the cum out of him hot and fresh? What if I could suck his cock, massage his muscles, grab his ass and finger him while I blew him? What if I could wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life while he fucked me? I shared the story with Kyle, including my cum-eating and masturbation session in our shower. "That's why James," I finished. "Because he's hot and hung as fuck, and I can't stop thinking about whether he was kind ofÉI don't know. Teasing me, or inviting me, orÉI guess you could say seducing meÉor something. "And I can still taste his cum," I finished, in a whisper. Kyle was silent for a long time. As I was telling the story of my encounter with James, his footsy had become more and more insistent. When I reached the part about tasting James' cum from our shower and spreading his spunk all over my dick as lube, Kyle let out an involuntary moan and gave up stroking my thigh. Instead, he snaked his right hand through the front of my boxers to grab my semi-hard cock. "Fuck, bro. You have me leaking just thinking about it!" he whispered. Looking over at the covers on his side of the bed, I could make out a massive tent around his midriff, where his 7+ inch twin dick was tenting the sheets. "I know, right? Imagine what I felt going through that. So you can see where I'm cumming from, right? No pun intended," I quickly added, although the thought was arousing- especially coupled with Kyle's expert but lazy manipulation of my cock. Kyle didn't answer right away. Instead, he just kept moving his hand leisurely up and down on my dick, paying a little extra attention to the base of the head just beneath the tip. Every time his hand reached the top, he'd give it a little swirl, twirling his fingers around my cockhead and brushing his rough palm over my slit. He knew it drove me wild. I knew it would only get better- especially once I really started leaking precum and slicked things up a bit. "Caleb, manÉ" he began, then stopped. He gave me three dick-head swirls in a row, and I gasped with the intense pleasure of the moment before he switched back to the standard jacking motion. "That's some hot shit, and you're sick as fuck for thinking about it, but God help me. With the Bro time we have going on this week, and Dad out of town, and no adults around at all, and all rules up for grabsÉ" Five dick swirls in a row. Holy shit- my twin really knows how to work my cock. I was thrusting my dick into his hand by the end of it, precum by this time coursing down my shaft and dripping over his fingers. "I say we do everything we can to get James to Play,' he said. "I'm a little jealous that you're thinking about him, and a little pissed that you got to see him naked and eat his cum instead of me, but I'm totally game to try and bed him. We'd make a hot threesome." Another five dick swirls. Fuck! A loud groan escaped me after number 3 and lasted all the way through number five. It wasn't fair that Kyle was the only one playing with a cock, so I snaked my left hand under the covers and advanced it toward the mound in the sheets I knew was caused by his dick. Feeling the thin fabric of his boxers, and the giant wet spot where his cockhead was sheathed in the cotton, I smiled to myself in the dark. One of things I'm most proud about, in addition to the fact that we're two pretty hot guys with great bodies and awesome cocks, is the fact that we each fucking pump out the precum when we engage in foreplay or get excited. It turns me on hard whenever I reach for Kyle's dick and it's already rigid and wet, waiting for me. My fingers deftly reached through the flyhole in his breafs and brushed the head of his dick. It twitched in response, and I heard him draw a sharp breath. Well, turn and turn about is fair play, I thought. I gave him a couple of jacks up and down to spread his precum, and then I gave the bastard a taste of his own medicine. 7 dick head swirls with no warning and no warm up. It was a cruel thing to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Take that bitch! After three he was moaning. 5 had his head arched back, his hips off the bed thrusting his twin cock into my hand. After seven, his eyes were squeezed shut and his breath was coming out in labored pants. "Fuck dude!" he whispered. "You always fucking one-up me!" "Well, it's no fair for you to have all the fun," I said, smiling. "Fuck that!" And just like that, Kyle threw back the covers, exposing my bare torso and boxer-clad cock. The massive wet patch that I could make out in the moonlight must have been about three times the size of the one I could feel in his briefs as I continued to jerk him. By now Kyle had switched hands. His right hand was jerking my dick while he braced himself up on his left elbow again facing me. I could see him looming over me, getting closer with each stroke of his hand on my dick. I could smell his hair, see his eyes glisten in the moonlight. His breath on my lips was intoxicating. He was inches away. Suddenly, his head dipped down and he took my right nipple between his lips, gently kissing it. I moaned. He sucked the tip between his teeth and applied just the right amount of pressure; the perfect mix of pleasure with an undercurrent of pain. I hissed and arched my back in response. He gave over my nipple, and instead placed the tip of his tongue on the center of my chest. Slowly, very slowly, he dragged the underside of his tongue down the v of my chest, between my abs, over my belly button, until he got to my boxers. My breath was coming in pants. I reached up with my left hand and grabbed a fistful of my brother's blonde hair. It was slightly tousled but silky smooth. My grip tightened slightly as Kyle moved his mouth over my boxer-encased dick. It made quite a sight, with him hovering over me, right hand jacking off my cock through my boxers, my precum soaking the fabric, the moonlight highlighting his hair and glowing in his eyes as he looked up at me. Keeping my dick in my boxers, he angled it straight up to point at him and lowered his face. He put it in his mouth. I squirmed under him. The heat of his mouth immediately saturated through the thin fabric of my boxers. He gently manipulated the rough fabric over my sensitive head, chuckling as I gasped and moaned and writhed all the while. After 5 minutes or so of this torture, he got bored sucking me through my underwear. He paused to look up at me, one hand on either side of my body, holding himself up in a push-up position, his muscles slightly swollen from the light effort. "Take them off. Take your fucking boxers off," he demanded. I did as my brother commanded. My left hand reached down and slid them off of me. It wasn't easy, with Kyle over me slipping out of his own boxers and me trying to keep the pace up on his cock too, but we managed it- we had practice. I used my left foot to push them the final few inches. His lips were inches from mine. I reached up with my left hand and touched his cheek. Smooth. Smooth and warm. "Give them to me. Let me smell them." Wistfully, I withdrew my fingers from his cheek, reached down, and grabbed my boxers. His eyes stared into mine; my own green stare reflected back at me. I pulled the soaked cotton up, soaked with my precum and his spit, and pressed it against his chest. "Is that what you wanted," I asked? He dipped his head and took the boxers out of my hand with his teeth. I couldn't help but notice that the place my precum had spewed all over was now solidly in his mouth. He inhaled sharply, then let my boxers fall from his mouth, and smiled at me. "I love the smell and taste of your boxers, dude. They always smell like your ball sweat and your cum. I can taste the stink of your taint and the sweetness of your precum on them too. I fucking love it," he replied. He threw my boxers off the bed and refocused his gaze on me. His hand returned to stroking my thigh, leaving my aching cock laying straight along my stomach and leaking precum onto my belly button. Once again, his lips moved closer to mine. He stroked up, and his lips got closer. His finger stroked down the length of the inside of my thigh, and his lips stopped their approach. Up the sensitive inside of my legs. I shivered, and waited as his lips again advanced. Down and pause. It was a tantalizing rhythm; a yearning for his kiss and an ache when he stopped, just short. My dick didn't know how to handle it. It was twitching like crazy, and by now I had a lake of precum on my belly. Finally, slowly, his finger started from the midpoint of my well-defined calf, traced its way up the inside of my leg, pausing about half-way up. I trembled at his touch. His lower lip brushed mine. I could feel the air stir as he blinked, and his long lashes swept through mine. In one smooth motion, his hand moved to grip my cock and his mouth pressed down on mine, firmly, urgently, insistently. I let go of his cock, wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down into me. His precum still on my fingers wet his hair as I held on for dear life. I kissed him hard, and he pushed back just as passionately. I opened my mouth slightly and he took the hint, he tongue pushing in immediately. I met it with mine and caressed it, doing with our tongues what he had been doing with our feet earlier. He moved his body on top of me and kept kissing me. I felt his matching dick poke me as he positioned himself, and his precum dripped down to add to the growling lake on my stomach. I slid my hands down his neck, spread them over his shoulders to grab his biceps. God damn I love my brother. I kept going, squeezing the sides of his chest vice-like as my fingers continued down his body. I ran them lightly, drawing a shudder from him as I neared his hips. He bit down lightly on my lips when I brought my fingers slightly toward his stomach, where I knew he could be ticklish. Finally, I reached the mounds of his ass and drew him against me, spreading my legs to accommodate his lithe frame and hard cock. We fit together perfectly, our proportions an exact match for one another, his dick resting on my belly nestled alongside mine. God I love my twin brother. He broke our kiss and looked down at me with a smile. "Fuck bro. You know I love you, don't you?" I nodded in return. He reached up to stroke my cheek, then traced his finger to my chin, down my neck, and between my pecs. He brought it down until it got to the lake of precum that had by now covered what it could of my abs and was spilling off the sides. He gathered some of our mixed ejaculate and brought it to my lips. "Taste it for me," he said. "I want to know if you're ready." I eagerly opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in. I sucked it hard, like I would a cock. I could taste the precum, and the wonderful flavor that resulted when we mixed our fluids. I moaned around his finger and tightened my grip on his ass, pulling him harder against me. He chuckled and pulled his finger out of my mouth. "I guess you're almost ready, huh?" "Fuck dude. You know it kills me when you feed me our precum like that." "I know, but I love teasing you. Enough messing around though. It's time for some real fun. Here- hold on a sec." He reached down and scooped up a handful of the wet puddle on my stomach. "Okay- let's switch," he said. This was a practiced maneuver that we liked to employ when our Fun focused on the anal side of things. As we switched positions, I settled myself over Kyle, my knees on either side of his torso with his cock positioned snugly behind my ass and my dick inches from his face. The beauty of the maneuver and process was two fold. First, in enabled us to build up a store of lube that we could use to ease things along, both as aphrodisiac (usually in the form of feeding it to each other), and as lubricant. The precum Kyle hadn't scooped up before we switched places dripped down my lower abs, through my sparse pubes, and pooled onto Kyle's stomach. I lifted myself up slightly to give Kyle better access to my boyhole, and he took his cupped hand full of precum and brought to my ass, gently using it to massage my hole and get me ready to take his cock. My lifting motion, of course, caused my dick to move forward just enough that, as he rolled up and forward slightly, it was at his lips. I looked down at Kyle just in time to see him grin up at me, open his mouth, and run his tongue over the head of my dick. As he did that, he penetrated me with his finger, inserting our lube up my chute. "Oh fuck Kyle!" I whispered. "Fuck dude, that feels so good. Use your tongue, bro. Goddamn!" He complied. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock while first two, and then three of his fingers worked my hole over. Every once in a while he would reach farther down to his own dick, gather more precum, and bring it back to my ass as lube. We were both moaning pretty loudly, and Kyle slurped every time he swirled around my cockhead with his tongue. If we hadn't been so loud, we might have noticed that the door to our bedroom from the bathroom had opened just a crack, enough for somebody kneeling to look in and see the two of us fully exposed on Kyle's bed, bathed in moonlight, naked bodies glistening with sweat, my dick in Kyle's mouth and his about to disappear up my ass. But we were, and we didn't. Kyle let my dick flop out of his mouth and looked up at me. "You ready, bro?" he asked. "You feel ready to me." "Fuck Kyle! Do it bro. Put your dick in me. Do it now!" I was practically whining by the end. I leaned forward slightly, sticking my ass out toward my brother's cock. He cupped my ass with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, pointing it at my hole. I watched his face as he guided his dick to my ass. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and he stuck the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth like he did whenever he was thinking hard about something. I smiled at the thought, and concentrated on flaring my hole to accept my brother's dick. I felt the spongy head press against my rosebud, and grunted slightly. Kyle honed in on that signal, and pressed a little harder. I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly while flaring my hole. The tip was in. Then the head came next. I let the rest of my breath out and settled down on my brother's cock as he pushed it the rest of the way in. Finally, I could feel the thin, silky strands of his pubic hair brush against my smooth ass cheeks. He was all the way in. My twin brother's cock was balls deep up my ass. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. It was almost euphoric. Once again, like when Kyle bit my nipple, there was a small undercurrent of pain present, but it was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that replaced it as I started rocking slowly on his dick, letting out small grunts every time my motion and his gentle thrusting pressed his dickhead against my prostate. I was in heaven. I love it when my brother fucks me. In addition to the plain physical pleasure- and believe me, it's substantial and more than enough for anyone- there's something metaphysical, deeply symbolic, and almost sublime about the whole experience. There's something about having my brother, my identical teenage twin brother, bury his identical teenage twin cock up my identical teenage twin ass that strikes an enormous sexual chord in my body. The way our bodies fit together, the perfection of proportions and sizes, the sameness to our sounds and mannerisms makes me so fucking horny I can barely stand it. The symmetry and synergy when we fuck is unbelievable. We've always been close, that much was clear from the beginning, and when we're joined like this, joined by our most intimate appendages piercing our most intimate orifices- him deep inside me or me deep inside him- I think it's how we're meant to be. It's how we were designed and created. We're together, and we're complete. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that Kyle was gazing up at me. Our eyes locked, and we both smiled. I reached behind me to feel his dick piercing my ass. He was producing so much precum it was leaking down the bit of his shaft protruding from my ass. I gathered some and brought it up to his face. He opened his mouth, ready and waiting to accept my offering, but I hesitated. We were about to embark on an adventure in the week to come. With my Dad gone, and just us boys home alone, and our desire to have some Fun with James, I knew things were about to change. We needed to make this night special. I also knew that, no matter how hot and turned on Kyle was when I had told him about seeing James naked and eating his cum before jerking off with it, and how much he wanted to have Fun with James, he was a little jealous that I desired our older brother. And a little worried that perhaps, if we succeeded in seducing James, my love for Kyle would diminish. As silly as it sounded to me, I realized it wouldn't seem so silly to Kyle. So I made a decision. I took the finger with my ass juices and his precum and dipped it down to Kyle's stomach, where my own precum had formed a new pool. I gathered some up, and brought it back towards Kyle's face. He looked at me quizzically. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Do what I do," I said. "Reach behind me and get some of our fuck juice, then get some of my precum." He just stared at me. "Do it!" I whispered. And he did. I jumped slightly when I felt his fingers brush my ass to collect the offering, and jumped again when he brushed the tip of cock to gather a pearl of precum just forming on the top. "I want it right from the source," he explained, grinning up at me. Finally he was ready. I thought about what I was going to say, and do. I took a moment to relish the situation. Here I was, sitting on my twin brother's cock (his dick twitched in my ass and I felt a small spurt of precum as he adjusted himself), the happiest boy in the world. How could I tell him how much I love him? How could I show him? "Caleb, are you alright man?" His gentle fucking motions had stopped and he looked up at me with a hint of concern. I smiled down at him reassuringly. "I'm fine, Kyle. I just want you to know that, whatever happens this week and the rest of our lives, I love you. I am yours to the fullest extent of my body, and the depths of my soul. And you are mine- I mark you as mine. To share if I want, and if you agree, but mine above all. I love you." I took my finger and drew a heart on his forehead, then brought it down to his lips and brushed them with what was left of the fluid. He looked stunned at first, then thoughtful, and slowly he smiled up at me. "I want you to know, Caleb, that whatever happens this week and the rest of our lives, I love you too. I'm yours to the fullest extent of my body and the depths of my soul. And you are mine- I mark you as mine. To share if I want, and you agree, but mine above all. I love you." And he took his finger, marked my forehead with a heart, and drew his finger across my lips. We both knew what needed to happen next. Kyle pushed himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around me. I stuck my feet out behind him and clutched onto his shoulders, all the while keeping his dick buried in my ass. We pressed our foreheads together, cum heart to cum heart, closed our eyes, and kissed. We stayed like that for a while, Kyle slowly humping my ass, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths, foreheads pressed together. Finally, I broke the kiss and looked into my twin brother's eyes. "Now fuck me," I whispered. "Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me like you'll never do it again. Fuck me like you love me!" I finished, and shoved him down on his back. His dick popped out of my ass. I straddled his cock, aimed it at my hole, and lowered myself onto it in one long motion. "Fuck me!" I growled. Kyle needed no urging. I yelped as he thrust his hips up hard, he cock pushing deep into my bowels and lifting me up. Before I had time to adjust, he had pulled back, and my ass followed, slamming down as it met the base of his cock. Again he thrusted, and again he dropped. It was the wildest ride of my life. I put one hand on his chest and the other out to the side for balance. Kyle was fucking me for all he was worth- straining with effort to pound my ass. Looking down, I could see his eyes were closed, his lips apart and curved slightly upward in pleasure. His chest felt tight under my hand, and I moved it to tweak first one and then the other of his hard nipples. I could see his abdominal muscles rippling and straining to lift me off the bed, pushing his cock deep into my ass. Every time he went balls deep he flared the head of his dick, swelling it inside me and adding to the pressure on my prostate. My own dick was bouncing up and down with the speed of our movement, throwing off waves of precum like snot as it jounced first one way and then the other. Ropes of my precum were covering Kyle's chest. I couldn't help myself. The pleasure, the exhilaration were too much. I squeezed Kyle's body between my thighs, put both hands on his chest, threw back my head and laughed. I love when my brother fucks me. The sounds of our fucking filled the room.... The wet sploch sploch sploch as his dick pounded my ass and the sound of my balls hitting his body as I bounced up and down were music to my ears.... The grunts, groans, moans, and wails of ecstasy as our identical hot, smooth teen bodies met and merged in the moonlight spurred us to greater efforts.... Sweat coated Kyle, making holding on difficult, and I could feel beads of it dripping off forehead and running down my chest. Kyle reached up from kneading my ass around his cock to rub my sweaty chest and play with my abs. Our sweat turned us silver in the moonlight. Kyle's breath started to come in ragged gasps. His thrusts up my boyhole became wilder and more insistent and his 8 pack was clearly defined as he used his stomach muscles and ass to clench and thrust ever quicker. I could tell he was getting close. Gritting my teeth against the pleasure, I leaned over my brother's head. I could feel a drop of sweat trickling down my forehead and I knew exactly where I wanted it to end up. Slowly the bead traced down my forehead, down the bridge of my nose, and dangled at the tip. After a particularly hard thrust from Kyle, it fell off my nose and landed on his lips. I ducked my head quickly to follow and reached behind me to lift Kyle's ass and hold his cock buried in my fuck hole. He gave a grunt of surprise at the interruption of his rhythm. "Cum inside me, Kyle," I whispered inches from my sweat on his lips, "blow your twin seed inside me. Breed me and make me yours!" I finished with a pant. With the final words, I clenched my ass around his dick and milked for all I was worth. I ran my tongue over his lips to gather my sweat, then thrust my tongue down his throat. That was all it took. Kyle's balls tightened up around his pole and his load rocketed through to explode out the tip of his cock deep into my hole. It felt like white fire blooming in my ass, liquid white moonlight pouring from his dick deep up my ass. The feeling of wet warmth welled inside me and I squeezed harder, urging more of my brother's twin seed to blanket my insides, wanting more of his sweet twin teen cum to coat me. "OH FUCK CALEB, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckÉ" he parted our mouths to start with a load moan, and trailed away softly. His eyes fluttered closed, then open to stare up at mine. "I'm breeding you, bro, ughÉjust like youÉughÉaskedÉoh god. Oh fuck!" I broke eye contact and threw my head up and back, grinding my ass on my brother's twin dick as he spunked. "I feel you, Kyle, I feel you deep inside. Push just a little bit more, bro," I pleaded. And he did. Still in the throws of his own orgasm, he drove one last time and pushed me over the edge. "KYLE!" I screamed, and looked down to see sheets of cum explode out of my dick. The first wave flew over Kyle's head to land against the headboard, the second and third landed in his hair, the fourth, fifth, and sixth covered his eyes and lips before the rest dribbled out to cover his chest and abs. He was a sight, soaked in my cum. We both came down from our highs. His hips settled to the mattress and didn't rise again, and I could feel his dick start to soften. Soon it would plop out on its own. I looked down at Kyle and smiled. The boy was completely covered in my spunk. He looked back up at me and smiled while thick white goo ran down his face. I reached up to gather some of my cum and ran it over his lips as I leaned down to kiss him. "I love you bro," I whispered. "I love you too, Caleb." We made out while Kyle's cock softened, and I thoroughly cleaned my cum off his face with my tongue, bringing it back to his lips so we could share it. Finally, after I had cleaned his face and done what I could with his hair, I felt his cock slip out of my ass followed by what felt like a good portion of his cum. I broke our kiss to shift my position. "Now for my favorite part!" he whispered. "I can never decide which I like better," I said as I swung my right leg over his body, and got on my knees with my ass to his face and my face to his abs.... "Eating my cum out of your hot ass...OH FUCKÉeasy, bro," I warned Kyle, who was lapping his cum out of my ass, "or eating my cum off your hot stomach!" I finished, running the tip of my tongue over the ridges of his stomach and suck a load of my own cum into my mouth. Always the perfectionist, I didn't stop once his stomach and chest were cleaned. Craning my neck only slightly, I sucked his cock into my mouth and began washing his ejaculate and my ass juice off his tool. "I have no preference, really," he mumbled into my ass, "but I do know one thing. This is going to be one hell of a week." I couldn't agree more. Engrossed as we were in our fucking and cum eating, neither of us noticed the pair of small bright eyes that watched us from the slightly ajar bathroom door, neither of us heard the soft, high moans as somebody jerked off, or the soft tinkle of cum hitting the tile floor, and neither of us noticed those small, bright eyes slowly withdraw and swing the door closed again.

Rizzle - I like your thoughts. If indeed we are going to see the space-jockey in this movie (I'm still not 100% convinced that the blue guy behind the 'S' [b]is[/b] the SJ) , then we will need to be introduced to the larger mystery of who does the SJ work for? Because it can't just end with the SJ - right? I believe you are bang on target there. Looking at those two SJ suits in the hall with Noomi, I have to ask myself, is that the best place to keep a bio-suit? How would you get into it? To me they look more like statues on a pedestal. Look at the base...look at the floor - instructions or high praise? [IMG]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o612/Nephilim-LV426/Prometheus/Prometheus_SJ_Suit_or_Statue.jpg[/IMG] Like - 'This is what we worship - this what we want to become'. The way we make statues of our heroes. I'm more interested in what is inside those 'hybernation' chambers on the floor of the SJ room. What is inside those? Maybe the real SJs? Thoughts...? OMG I just saw the