O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Unfinished Business 2 (mm)

by Randy Dragon

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Tanker left the shower with his skin turned crimson red from scrubbing, hot water and the flush from his recent emission. His hair still damp he left the bathroom clean shaved and hobbled on wounded feet to the fur-covered bed of his room.

He did not lock me up. This is not a cell, he wondered.

Rashad wanted to make him feel comfortable it seemed. Suddenly deadly tired he lowered his satisfied body with a sigh of relief on the soft furs.

“I see you made yourself comfortable,”

Tanker recoiled at the rebel leader’s voice. He looked past his shoulder at the Iraqi clad in jeans and T-shirt, who was holding a tray with bandages.

“Relax, I will attend to your feet,” Rashad set down and started kneading the American’s calves. Tanker sank back on his belly, giving in to both his exhaustion and the relaxing massage. When the strong hands travelled up to his thighs touching his bare buttocks he tensed.

“Have no fear,” Rashad whispered,” I will not take you without you wanting it.”

“… and that won’t ever happen,” Tanker closed his eyes and relaxed when the hands travelled back down to his feet again.

Cooling ointments were applied to the soles of his feet and the pain subsided. Soothing bandages were smoothly wrapped around his battered feet. Then, the calf of one leg was bent up and something moist engulfed his toes. He struggled again, gazed over his shoulders and froze. The Arab was sucking his toes! A strange –shockingly familiar- sensation stirred up his loins. Confused he realized the betrayal of his body.

It can’t be! He is getting me hard!

Something screamed in his mind to fight. The cuffs were gone and his captor obviously distracted. That was the chance he had been waiting for such a long time.

“Fuck you! No! What are you … ?” the full weight of the Arab’s body was suddenly pressing Tanker into the mattress.

“Relax brother. Mmm … you smell nice,” Rashad buried his nose in Tanker’s damp hair. The naked body under him was writhing, trying to wriggle away.

“No, you camel-fucking sonofabitch, let go … huh … oh … ahh,” the Marine gasped when Rashad nibbled playfully at his earlobe. The Iraqi was rubbing his fully clothed body back and forth over the naked skin. His hand was casually digging in the crack between the rounded ass cheeks and before the American could voice protest the very same hand closed over his mouth.

“Mmhh … fuck!” smelling his own ass the Corporal reared half way up, allowing Rashad to embrace him from behind cupping his pectorals. The Arab was covering the strong neck with kisses, licking it, whispering hoarsely into the Marine’s ears.

“It is just us. Nobody will ever know. Your body is so hot. You are a good fucker, huh? Can stay hard all night, huh?”

“S-sure I … uhhh … nnnooo … stop it, faggot!” Tanker squirmed as his man tits were played with, but it was obvious that he did not put up a serious fight. His jaw was held in a firm grip and his head turned behind as far as it would go. He was looking into amused grinning jet-black eyes.

“Yes, good boy! Mmmphh … oh yes you taste so good … mmmphh,” Rashad forced a first kiss on the shocked American.

“Mmm … uhhm,” Tanker’s eyes opened wide, when his throat was explored for the first time in his life by another man’s tongue. His own tongue tried to push out the invader, but that attempt resulted only in a rough version of a butterfly kiss.

“Oohhh!!!”

Moments later the Marine was on his arched back. The rebel leader kissed his throat, licked his erect nipples and kissed him again and again until there was no more resistance.

“Shit!” Tanker groaned. His arms seemed to have a life of their own closed behind the Iraqi’s neck.

“Yeah, brother, that’s it,” Rashad grunted,” show me what a great kisser you are … mmmphhhh …”

“Uhmm … fuck … so hot … oh,” the Marine’s thighs rose and his legs locked over the Arab’s ass while his erection was pressed against Rashad’s groin.

This is not right, but the fucker really knows how to kiss, Tanker thought while his hands travelled under Rashad’s T-Shirt and his hips were slowly gyrating, ahh he is hard I can feel it … and … fuck … he is right, nobody will know about this… ever…

“Oohh yess, shiiiit, uhmm … uhmm … mmmhhh,” the American relaxed in the arms of his captor. Finally the talking stopped, leaving only soft moans, grunts and slurps and smacks.

Drowsy as he was Tanker hardly registered when he was turned on his belly.

The grinning Arab surprised him again. He stripped off the T-shirt and dug his face between the pale buttocks.

“Hey, wha … ohhh, “ the younger man’s meek protest was silenced by the tongue that thrust deep into the moist crevice separating the firm orbs.

“Huh?” the moist tongue was probing his puckered hole and before he could react he was penetrated.

Oh shit that feels fuckin’good.

He was hard in no time.

The earlier climax and the kissing had primed him for sex. His mental defenses were blocked by the needs of his horny, young body. A torrent of pure primal lust flushed all his reasoning away. None of his girlfriends had ever done to him what the rebel was doing now. Although it had been humiliating, the gentle touches while he was pissing and shitting had created a kind of intimacy between him and his captor that was now about to surface.

First he lay motionless, curious about what would happen next and fully aware of his raging boner.

“Mmmhh … ,“ deeper and deeper Rashad was eating into the Marine’s ass.

“Uhhhhh …!” soft moans escaped from the young soldier’s mouth. The wiggling tongue sapped all his resistance from him, kept him weak and fired the stirring in his loins. Rashad was rolling the pulsating erection in the palm of his calloused hand, while licking generously all along the exposed ass crack.

Relenting to an unknown urge to give himself entirely up, ready to accept the next logical step, Tanker relaxed his sphincter preparing for the ultimate conquest and did not care the least. But again he was up for a surprise.

Strong hands turned him on his back. Startled he realized that the Arab had discarded his jeans as well. Grinning he climbed on top of the perplexed Marine, trapping the well-developed biceps under his knees. The semi-erect, cut dick was dangling invitingly in front of his lips and a moment later his mouth opened.

“Ummmph …” muffled groans were coming from the hunky Corporal sucking the quickly hardening dick. A hand was milking his own pecker, keeping him hard and horny.

Rashad looked down into the red face of the American and decided to use the momentum against his weakened foe who was helpless, entangled in the thrills of his lust.

“Now you get what you wished for, brother!” Rashad whispered. He guided the rock-hard Marine boner between his butt cheeks and impaled himself all the way in one experienced move.

“Fuck me, Marine!”

“Ohhhhh!” with his throbbing shaft engulfed in the tight grip of Rashad’s chute, Tanker gasped when a shiver of lust ran down his spine. His back arched and his hips started moving steadily up and down.

“Yeah, brother, just like that,” Rashad adjusted his ride to the American’s rhythm. His hands were caressing the hunky torso below him, petting the chiseled abs, rubbing the sculpted pecs and playing with the protruding nipples.

“Oh shit!” the younger man gasped.

“Yeah, that’s what the Marine wants, huh?” Rashad sneered.

“Fuck, yeah! It’s what this Marine needs!” came Tanker’s reply, thrusting his dick deep inside the tight hole.

Now, the Arab made some guttural grunts.

“Do you like it?” Tanker asked hoarsely.

Rashad bent forward and replied with a passionate kiss.

“Mmmh … mmpphhh,” powerful arms closed behind Rashad’s back and he lowered his body into the hug the writhing Marine was giving him.

“Ohhs” and “Ahhs” mixed with grunts and gasps. The bed shook from the pounding and clashing of two muscular bodies.

“Yeah, come on Baby! Fuck my hole!” The rebel leader accelerated the pace and the Marine followed without hesitation. His hands cupped the Iraqi’s buttocks and moved Rashad’s hips back and forth.

“Ahhrgh, aahhrg, oahh, yeah, you’re brown ass is mine!” Tanker groaned, unconditionally giving in to the thrill of ecstasy.

Then Rashad unexpectedly rose and, not ready to let his dick slip out of the hot, tight sleeve, the frustrated Corporal dug his heels into the furry mattress lifting his hips up.

“Oaahh … Fuck!” the young Marine hollered. He was now clinging to Rashad’s sweaty body as for dear life, his hips undulating in top speed. The Arab kissed him, sucking air from his lungs and when the feverish humping slowed, Rashad took the lead edging his exhausted steed on and on.

“Don’t slow, come on, yes, just like that – good boy. Fuck that hole! Harder, do me harder, Marine!”

As hour after hour of sweaty fucking went on, the Iraqi learned to play the hot body between his thighs like a fiddle. Twisting the sensitive nipples deftly he made the Corporal holler, licking his ears and kissing the full lips softly he drove the horny Marine nuts.

“Fuck yeah … oh shit! Man I love that – huh … huh … hoooohaaah!”

Rashad had ample experience with younger hot-blooded Arab jocks who had believed they could wear out the older man. Same as he tamed a stallion by allowing the proud animal to outrun his energy he let the cocky hunks fuck themselves silly until they were unable to control their bodies and lost their stamina in his eager hole. No matter how big their balls or how well-endowed they were, they all ended drained of their manjuice with glassy eyes, flaccid dick and shriveled nutsac, while tasting Rashad’s cum that was dripping as well from their sore asses.

When the Marine’s eyes glazed over and his mouth contorted to a foolish grin, Rashad knew that he was ready to blow. He wriggled from Tanker’s hot embrace and rose.

“Don’t, oh fuck!” the Corporal shouted hoarsely his frustration.

With a devilish grin Rashad kneeled between the horny hunk’s thighs cupping the taut sac with the palm of his hand, while letting his fingers glide along the perineum into the ass crack. He found the quivering hole and thrust three fingers inside Tanker’s rear channel.

When his fingertips found the spot he was looking for, the hips jolted up and the sweat-soaked body arched. Rashad held the bobbing dick like a joystick and watched the cum-filled balls rising to the base of the rock-hard shaft.

Constantly applying a tantalizing rub with his fingers he closed his lips over the mushroom shaped dick head.

“Oh yeah, my cock feels sooo good in your fuckin’ mouth,” Tanker’s head lolled right and left.

The muscular body was writhing in spasms trying to escape the agonizing stimulations, while at the same time wishing it to last forever.

“Uuuuurgh! Fuck! Aaargh!” the final howl of surrender told Rashad that his Marine had crossed the point of no return.

“Time to unload you, brother,” he chuckled and pressed his palm into the cum-churning balls.

“Uuuhhhhhh! Shit I am cuminnnnn’. Huh … huh … huh,” the hefty cock exploded in his hands, releasing stream after stream of white gooey man milk.

“Oh fuck I never had it like that,” Tanker croaked,”n-never came so hard, man … uhhhh”

Then his face wearing the exhausted and delightful grin that followed a climax, contorted in disbelieve. Rashad was still stimulating his prostrate and now his battle-hardened rough hand closed around the highly sensitive dick head.

“Nooo! Stop it! Aaaaahhh!” the Marine reared up and tried to push the hand away from his cock.

“Oh yes, I want you to remember this, brother” Rashad laughed.

“Aaiieehhh! Stop, pleeeze … uhhh … sooo sensitive!” Tanker shrieked like a banshee while another load was milked from his balls. His powerful muscles turned to mush. Helpless but aroused to a maximum he was completely unloaded.

“Fuuuck!!!” With his head thrown back and his spine arched, he spilled his last dribble of cum into the rebel leader’s hand who fed it to the non-resisting jock.

The next day Tanker woke up still lightheaded. Since months he hadn’t slept as well. He indulged in the feeling of total satisfaction that typically followed a night of good and hard fucking. Only the taste of cum reminded the Marine that it hadn’t been a woman who had satisfied him so well. The musky smell from his armpits drove him to the shower and while the remains of cum and sweat were flushed away by the hot water it dawned to the Marine that he had fucked indeed the leader of the Iraqi rebellion.

I taught him a lesson about what a true man is. That certainly does not make me queer.

Dressed in a pair of dark blue boxers and a white T-shirt that he found ready in his room Tanker entered the control room where Rashad was studying the news about the defeat of his Korean allies by the Americans. The automated search spiders of the highly sophisticated IT infrastructure available to him here had successfully penetrated the firewalls of NATO servers and infiltrated as well the Pentagon computers. They gathered intelligence from around the globe and enabled a stunned Rashad to learn now about the mission of the USS Vincent Mancroft wiping out the facility in the Temple of the Dark Moon.

You again, Al-Dowary! He mused. The muscular body had felt so good while he had been straddling the brawny American, who had struggled franticly but always with a steel-hard erection refusing to go down…

“Good morning … what’s up?” he heard Tanker’s voice from behind.

“It is actually afternoon already. You slept long … and well, I reckon,” The Iraqi turned around in his swiveling chair and grinned at the young American.

“Uhm … well … yes I am cool,” Tanker blushed slightly

“Grab yourself some food from the kitchen,” Rashad pointed to a door.

“Thanks, man,” Tanker was surprised that he was allowed to walk around unguarded without cuffs and shackles and truly he was left alone for the rest of the day relaxing with some PC games in front of one terminal.

When night fell they had dinner; finally the Arab politely bode him a ‘good night’ and he found himself once again alone in his room. He didn’t feel tired and while he wondered what the Arab’s next plans were his hand was stroking absentminded his readily responding dick.

I fucked him good … he sucked my man’s meat … fuck, the rag-head has some talent …

Tanker pulled the T-Shirt over his broad shoulders and pushed the waistband of the boxers under his balls. His dick was suddenly in heat. Then it dawned to Tanker that Rashad could catch him any moment in the act. That would be embarrassing, but shit I am so fuckin’ horny! Ah, he did lock me in for sure…

Tanker got up and tried to open the door.

“I can’t fuckin’ believe this…” he muttered when it opened.

Shit!!! He needed it badly. Rubbing one off was the obvious option, but his body knew a far better way.

May be, he lets me fuck him again? It was fuckin’ hot last time. I came hard, yeah …

Thus Tanker found himself walking down the aisle looking behind closed doors until …

The Iraqi grinned at his (not so unexpected) guest. I’ve got you, fucker!

Without a word Tanker entered and walked across the room to the bed. The rebel leader was buck naked displaying his sinewy body. Slowly he got up and stood face to face to the Marine in his boxers with a very much tented front.

Rashad went down on his knees and pulled the underwear down. Smiling up at the beet-red confused face of the American his fingers were softly fondling the refilled, low-hanging balls. The aching Marine cock was expertly caught by the Arab’s mouth that closed quickly around the shaft. Lips were locking just below the mushroom head and the tongue played with the piss slit.

“Oh man!” Tanker’s head lolled back.

“You like this brother, isn’t it?” Rashad held the fully erect dick at the base and kissed the throbbing head, licked the throbbing shaft and kneaded the balls until Tanker’s knees started to buckle.

“Lie down!” Rashad gently pushed the shuddering body down on the bed and followed assuming a 69 position. Tanker’s eyes were transfixed by the 9 inch circumcised mantool and the plum-sized hairy set of balls lying before his eyes, invitingly. I can’t possibly suck dick?

The Iraqi did not hesitate and continued to work with his mouth, tongue and teeth on the American dick and while Tanker was still wondering what to do in return, Rashad reached around and squeezed the round buttocks.

Tanker was used to play an active role with his chicks and so he was fighting with his fading aversion of being with a man and his instincts to engage in the action. Clumsily he took the Arab’s flaccid dick and started stroking it. While he was wondering whether this was already queer, his butt cheeks were spread wide open by firm hands.

What the hell is he doing?

Rashad let the saliva glistening dick slip from his mouth. The reddened bloated mushroom head was leaking pre-cum from the piss slit, but that was not was the rebel was looking for. He was aiming at the rosy ass that was now revealed right under his nose. A well-aimed shot of spit hit the tightly shut puckered hole and while his mouth went back to bow the dick fingers were agonizingly gently distributing the spittle along the ass crack.

“Huh?! Shiiit ...” Tanker gasped. A fingertip was circling now on his hole sending shock-waves of arousal into his loins. Unable to leave all the initiative any longer to the Arab and eager to prove his prowess in the sack he decided to play along. His mouth closed around a man’s dick for the first time in his life.

Yes that’s it boy, Rashad grinned and responded and the reaction of his body showed Tanker that his action was appreciated.

The hole under Rashad’s fingertip responded as well. The sphincter quivered and went into an open-close rhythm. The Iraqi decided it was time to take the American to the next step.

Holding the Marine at his hips Rashad rose to his knees, carefully avoiding to let his dick slip out of Tanker’s mouth. The Arab lowered himself onto the face covering the look of disbelief with his butt. Simultaneously he pulled Tanker’s groin tight against his chest and surprised the asshole with an assault by his tongue.

Tanker froze. His nose was inhaling Rashad’s man smell and his mouth was stuffed by Arab dick. His own dick was throbbing helplessly between the abs of both men. Never before had he allowed a girl to play with his hole. During the routine medical exams at his base he had always dreaded the probing of the doctors’ rubber-gloved finger. Now his foe had expertly loosened him up. In shock he felt his asshole’s surrendering.

Rashad took a good look into ‘his’ Marine, quite sure that he was the very first to get such deep insight. To make that a lasting impression he dumped a load of spit down the hunk’s gaping chute.

“Uhhmmm,” the sphincter closed and opened again. A guttural groan of embarrassed acceptance came from the sweating Marine.

Wriggling fingers were now invading Tanker’s rear gate.

Nooo!Not this!

The American released the hard dick from his mouth to voice protest only to find himself chewing on a hairy nutsac.

“Nnoouu … mmmmphhh,” Tanker gargled. Rashad wriggled his hips back and forth giving the Marine a taste of his ass and balls.

Now the Marine put up some resistance. Obviously not yet ready for Rashad’s play. The rebel leader extracted his finger that was deeply embedded inside the clamped sphincter and grabbed the struggling ankles. Again he buried his face between the butt cheeks and thrust his tongue into the rearing American.

Oh fuck I can’t believe how much that bastard turns me on, Tanker’s fight ended as quickly as it had started. Now the Arab’s ass was locked in place over his nose and mouth. Knowing what was expected from him he parted his lips obediently.

“Yeessssss!” Rashad hissed when a wet tongue entered him.

Both men were rock-hard by now. This time it didn’t take long and Tanker’s sphincter lay relaxed and open enjoying the expert stimulations it was receiving. In return the young Corporal was a fast learner. Whatever was happening to his hole he tried to retaliate in kind. His efforts were rewarded when the rebel lost his so far unshakeable composure and convulsed from jolts of arousal that were fired from his rectum.

“Uuhh … brother … just like that just aaahhhh!”

Rashad remembered a night he spent with one of the Princes of the monarchies in the Arabian Gulf. The attractive, young, extremely self-centered man had a talent for riding fast cars and women as well as men alike in his bed. Cocksure he had visited the rebel leader in his suite after a state banquet offered by his father to honor the Iraqi hero.

The Prince was not just an expert lover he was as well hung like a horse and the flip-flopping of the two men went on for hours. The Prince trapped him in a 69 position and while he kept him weak with an agonizing blowjob he dismantled the gargling rebel with a relentless face-fucking of his monster rod. Close to the point being ready to surrender to any kind of submissive raunchy sex, Rashad had managed to extract the shaft from his sore throat.

To hold a stable position the Prince had been doing push-ups over Rashad’s face spreading his thighs wide apart while digging his toes into the mattress. Now the slightly opened unsuspecting royal asshole was right in front of Rashad’s face.

The Iraqi had buried his face between the muscular buttocks and held on to the bucking hips for dear life. While he was sucking and rimming and chewing the hollering Prince released load after load of his royal seed from his eventually shrinking dick until the bellies and chests of both men were glued together by caked cum. After the exhausted Prince collapsed in a heap it was a routine job for Rashad to fuck the royal jock into submission.

The Prince had been a hot fuck, but this encounter did still not match up with the excitement he had felt when he had topped the red-haired Marine in Basra.

Fuck you Al-Dowary – get out of my mind. Just watch what I am doing to your man …

With a devilish grin Rashad closed his mouth over the gaping hole of the Marine and inhaled deeply.

“Aaaauummmmmmmmhhhhh!”

Rashad’s ass stifled surprised howls and groans of lust that tickled the rebel’s sphincter. To Tanker it felt as if his free will, power and stamina had been sucked from him in an instant. An explosion of pure, primal lust rocked his body. Toes were curling. Out of control his legs started fanning quickly caught by the ankles and subdued by Rashad.

“Uuummphhh …uurrrghhh…!”

The wriggling tongue seemed to lick and reach to every part inside of him. His balls sizzled from the churning cum that rose up his helpless bobbing dick and without being touched a gush of hot gooey seed erupted from the slightly arched shaft and splashed down on his chin and throat. Hadn’t he been trapped under Rashad’s ass he would have received a full load straight into his face.

So it hit Rashad’s erection as well and that was too much even for the rebel. He came and he came hard. His mouth still locked over the American’s ass, his tongue thrust deep into the warm chute his balls contracted and released a stream of milky, white cum that mixed with the Marine’s seed.

Twitching, the two bodies toppled, entangled to the side, but both were now eager to keep the other moaning and groaning. Faces remained molded into sweaty ass cracks. Biceps were bulging while arms held hips in an iron embrace until the aftermath of their climaxes was over. The two men rimmed each other silly until finally they collapsed lying on their backs breathless side by side with their deflated cocks lying in ponds of quickly encrusting goo.

This night Tanker could not remember how he made it back to his bed. He was lying naked, covered in cum and confused. Again the sexual encounter with the Arab had satisfied him to an extent he had never experienced before. What the Marine was not ready to admit, his body knew already: It wanted more.

The next morning, the Iraqi knew as well what he wanted. Since this last night with the young Corporal, it was clear to him that he wanted the big, red-haired American back.

How can I get you Al-Dowary? Our fates are meant to be one. Don’t you feel that? …

Rashad spent the entire day studying the files and reports of the Mission of the USS Vincent Mancroft. Charts, photos, memos opened and closed on his display in fast sequence. He refined his research and sent assault after assault into the firewalls of the Pentagon until finally a personal record with the USMC seal on top opened on his screen showing a familiar face.

Master Sergeant Hank O’Dowerty, born in Idaho - stationed at … GOTCHA AMRIKI!!!

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