PETTY OFFICER SKIP

I had never felt anything like this in my life. I had tasted my own cum on several occasions after jacking off, and found the taste to be pleasant enough, but the way Skip was devouring my cock, the mixture of his load and mine must have been an extra special treat. That magnificent stud had been tongue lashing my cock for quite some time, and I was certain that he must have cleaned up every last drop that had coated my cock, but he still showed no sign of releasing my dick. On the contrary, he started sucking harder than ever and taking my cock deeper and deeper until I was sure that my cock was being stuffed as far down his throat as it could possibly go.

Then he started to move his head in such a way that his lips were rotating back and forth around the shaft of my cock as his tongue alternately tickled my sensitive head and lapped at the base of my balls. I couldn’t help it. My passion was rising rapidly, and I felt myself racing toward a second explosive orgasm. I thought it only fair to warn Skip of the impending eruption, but rather than withdrawing my cock from his ravenous mouth, he seemed to redouble his efforts as if his sole mission in life at that moment was to drain my balls completely dry. Instinct took over, and I started thrusting my hips forward to meet his sucking lips. I grabbed hold of Skip’s head and fucked that handsome face for all I was worth, and he responded by grabbing both cheeks of my ass and pulling me even deeper into himself.

One quick look down at the incredible sight of my crimson cock fucking the face of the masculine, yet incredibly beautiful stud, and I was once again over the top. I don’t know how long it lasted, or how many volleys of cum I shot down his gullet, but I was sure it was a record. I had never in my life shot this long, this hard or this much, and the fact that this was my second climax in a span of no more than 15 minutes made the feat even that much more unbelievable. Still, Skip did not stop sucking on my cock. I was totally spent, but still he kept licking and sucking.

Now I am the type whose cockhead gets extremely sensitive right after I cum, especially on those occasions where I cum back-to-back. Skip finally stopped ramming my cock down his throat, but as he held me firmly between his hot lips, his tongue continued dancing all around the head of my highly sensitized dick.

I was silent no longer. I moaned and I hissed. I heard words coming out of my mouth that I didn’t even know I knew. I begged and pleaded for him to stop. He continued to work my cock with his tortuous tongue. Soon my whole body began to feel like my cock. I tingled all over as if being pricked by thousands of tiny needles. I was one raw nerve. I think it was when my screams for mercy started growing too loud that Skip decided it was time to release me before I drew the attention of everyone in the barracks. He must have grown tired of supporting the dead weight of my limp body, and as I slowly slid down the wall and slumped onto the floor of the shower and Skip rose to his feet, I could see by the impish grin on his handsome face that he had really enjoyed his little bout of intimate torture.

Sitting on that cold, wet floor with my back against the wall looking up into that beaming face that smiled down on me, it suddenly occurred to me that there was one more thing I had to try. If the mixture of my own cum with that which Skip had shot, was good enough for him to have attacked my cock with such fervor, what must be waiting for me inside the sheath that covered Skip’s glorious cock? That magnificent cock was hanging just inches above and in front of my face.

It took some effort, considering the condition I was in, but I managed to rise upon my knees. I took a deep gulp as I considered what I was about to do for the first time, but there was no stopping me now. Tentatively, I reached out my tongue and touched the tip of it to the slightly hanging foreskin that covered this cock I just had to have.

At first, it wasn’t the cock itself that I wanted so much, but the tasty treasure that I knew awaited me inside. I grasped the edge of that skin between my thumb and forefinger on each side and gently pulled it outward, toward me. Then with a final deep breath of resignation, I drilled my tongue inside and searched for that nectar of the gods. I don’t even know how to describe the taste that greeted me when I reached my destination. It was like my own cum that I had sampled on more than one occasion, but it was nothing like that at all. It was salty, it was sweet, it was nutty. It was all of those things, yet in a strange way, it was none of those things. I wish I could find the words to describe it to you, but it just defies description. At that moment, I was totally unable to understand how I had survived twenty-six years without this staple of life, and fear shook me when I considered the fact that I might not be able to find this now much-needed life-giving substance. I was like a starving calf at a cow’s teat.

I reached around and placed a hand on each of Skip’s ass cheeks. They were smooth and hard, like rounded slabs of warm marble. Each of my thumbs rested in the dimpled cheek on either side of this man’s beautifully sculpted ass, and the tips of my fingers rested just at the crack in that fine bubble butt.

As I pulled Skip to me, I flattened my tongue and slid it beneath the underside of his cockhead. With the tip of my tongue trapped tightly between the burning hot tip of his cock and the engulfing foreskin, I swirled my tongue round and round his cockhead. Skip was starting to pant pretty well and his cock had started to swell to nearly biblical proportions.

I released his growing cock from my mouth just long enough to peel back the skin as much as I could so that my tongue could work on more of his shaft, searching for any remnant I could find of our joint deposit. As I took the head of Skip’s cock into my mouth and continued to work further down the shaft with my tongue, I noticed that this unbelievable cock was still growing harder, longer and fatter. My jaws were actually starting to ache, and I decided that it was time to release my prize.

However, Skip had other ideas. Apparently he was enjoying the amateurish efforts of this inexperienced cocksucker, and he wasn’t ready to let it end then and there. Skip grabbed me roughly by the back of the head and not only prevented my escape, but actually forced more of his cock inside my mouth. Now I not only felt like I had a case of lockjaw, but my gag reflex was going wild. Tears filled my eyes as I struggled to breathe through my nose. Just as the sensuous torture of my cock had seemed to turn Skip on earlier, he now seemed to me excited by the idea of me gagging as my mouth was impaled on the end of his great cock.

Skip had reached around and taken hold of one of my wrist. At first I could not understand what he was trying to do. I thought that perhaps he did not like where my fingers had been resting just inside his ass crack, but as I tried to remove my hand from his ass, he held it tightly in place. Suddenly it dawned on me that he was actually trying to coax my fingers further up the crack of his ass.

“Is this what you want?” I thought, as I let my fingers slide further along that hot, moist valley of solid flesh. At that point, Skip moaned and released my wrist, and I knew this was what he wanted. As my hand slid further into the crevice of his tight ass one of my fingertips brushed against his asshole, causing Skip to buck and moan aloud.

Taking that as my cue, I let my finger slide inside, probing the hot wetness of this stud’s muscular ass. That’s all it took! Skip bellowed and thrust his hips forward with so much force that I was afraid he would drive my head through the cement block wall. His cock was now buried deep in my throat, and I could feel it throbbing wildly inside me as I felt his asshole clamp so tightly around my probing digit that I feared he would squeeze it right off.

I don’t know how much cum he shot, but it had to have been absolutely incredible. I cannot say how many shots were fired off right down my tortured throat before he started to slowly withdraw, filling my mouth to overflowing in the process before exploding all over my face and neck at least three final volleys before he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for a while recovering in a heap together. I was still savoring the taste of him from that portion of the load he had deposited inside my mouth where my taste buds could indulge themselves, and Skip was licking more of his load from my sticky face.

Finally we got off the floor and turned the water back on. We stood together under the warm spray and soaped each other up. Skip had me pay special attention to soaping up his ass, all the way up to his tightly puckered hole. At one point he grabbed the cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart and asked, “Are you ready to take this mighty spear up that little ass of yours, Pike?”

I was scared half to death at the thought of such a thing. I didn’t think there was any way I was going to be able to take that huge pole up my tight ass, but I knew I just had to try. Skip assured me that there were things we could do to loosen me up first, but considering that I had to be back at the receiving station barracks before curfew, time was running short and we needed to get started right away.

Just to give me a sample of some of the things he hand in mind, Skip bent me over and gave me a couple quick laps in the groove between my cheeks with his hot tongue. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off as hurriedly as we could. I was already disappointed that Skip and I would not be able to take our time at breaking in my virgin ass and then sleeping the night away together, but neither one of us was willing to place me in a situation where I had to explain where I had been when I was UA from the receiving station.

We walked out of the head with me following closely behind Skip, my arm wrapped tightly around his waist. As we exited the head and entered the bedroom, Skip stopped dead in his tracks, and I plowed right into the back of him before I could stop. From my vantage point behind all that muscle, I could not see what it was that had caused Skip to stop short, but I felt ice forming up and down my spinal cord as I heard someone say, “Have fun, fellas?”

I squeezed through the doorway and stepped beside Skip to see Mark sprawled out naked as the day he was born on the bed. His cock was pointed at the ceiling and he had the biggest grin on his face. “I sure hope you two haven’t tired each other out too much, ‘cuz Markie wants to play,” he laughed as he reached down and stroked his erection.

Hey, what can I tell you? I have had a soft spot in my heart and a hard spot in my groin for Navy SEALs ever since that night.

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