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 Brian was the second roommate I had while stationed in England. He was
from Southern California, Italian, a little shorter than me (about 5' 7") and
had a VERY thick, muscular build. He had typical Italian features,
including dark brown hair and brown eyes, and an incredibly hairy body.
He worked in Flight Medicine, and was very aggressive, loud, outspoken
and a serious pussy hound. I liked him immediately! Smile.

Brian wasn't the least bit self-conscious about his body, and didn't think
twice about getting dressed in front of me or walking around the room
naked. The very first weekend after I moved in, as he was getting ready to
go party at the NCO Club, he stood naked, casually playing with his dick,
and asked if I wanted to go with him to the club. Why not?

By the way, his dick was about four inches, soft.

Although I'm not a big party animal, I was interested to see my new roomie
in action, so I quickly showered, got dressed and we left for the club. I
wasn't disappointed. Brian was definitely a major pussy hound. Within a
couple hours, he had picked up a girl and, as she visited the ladies room,
he leaned over and whispered to me...

" I'm gonna take her to the room and fuck her. I'll be back in about an
hour."

He wasn't kidding! He was back at the club in just over an hour! After
getting his pussy fix for the night, he settled down to party with his
buddies. By the time the club closed at 2am, he was pretty wasted. Since
I'd switched to drinking Coke earlier in the evening, I talked him out of his
keys and drove us back to the barracks.

The first thing I noticed when we returned to our room was that it smelled
musky, like sex. Then I noticed his bed, which was completely torn apart.
Our room was set up with the beds bunked, his above mine, and after
watching him stumble around, trying to get undressed, we ended up in our
bunks.

In the dark above me, he complained about the bed spinning, so I decided
to get his mind off it. I asked about the girl. That opened the flood gates.
smile. He gave me the full, explicit details of his encounter. The part that
stuck in my mind (to this day,) was when he told me that he'd tried to fuck
her ass. He said...

" I tried to slip it in her ass, but she kept saying... it hurts, it hurts. "

Damn! I'll NEVER forget him telling me that! He continued with his story,
talking about how he'd "slammed her pussy" and how she'd "begged for it
harder." Of course my cock was rock hard but, since I'd only been there a
few days, I didn't have the guts to jack off. I played with my boner under
the covers until he finished his story. Then I found out just how open he
was about his body.

After finishing, he swung his legs off the bunk, straining loudly from the
effort, then hopped to the floor. Although the room was pretty dark, I could
clearly see the stiff cock that stood out from his body. It looked about 8 - 9
inches, and was obviously rock hard. He stumbled through the room,
holding his right hand out to steady himself, and bent over to dig through
his laundry basket. A moment later, he pulled out a piece of clothing and
used it to wipe his hand.

Damn! He hadn't been using his right hand to steady himself, but was
holding it out because it was covered with cum! He'd jacked off while
telling me about the girl and I hadn't even realized it! I'll say it again,
damn!

I watched as he wiped his hand, then looked down to wipe cum off his dick
and stomach. He kept talking the entire time, not the least bit concerned
that I was watching him clean up. After finishing, he tossed the piece of
clothing back into the basket, then returned to the beds and hauled
himself back into his bunk. He mumbled a few minutes longer, then dozed
off.

The next morning, I was obsessed with getting my hands on the piece of
clothing he'd used for a cum rag. Although he was sound asleep, I didn't
have the nerve to pull it from his laundry basket. I ended up jacking off in
the shower that morning, then left to run errands. Brian slept until
mid-afternoon, and was just getting up when I returned. He was hung
over, and spent most of the afternoon hanging around the room.

He came back to life, miraculously, when it was about time to begin getting
ready to go hit the club. I declined his offer to join him for another night
out, then attacked his laundry basket after he left. Smile. He'd used a pair
of briefs to clean up the previous evening (yes, white briefs!) and I found
them balled up in a half-dried wad.

Needless to say, I had a long, very satisfying jack session that night!

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