O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Unfinished Business 5 (mm)

by Randy Dragon

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The Marine had big hands and muscular arms. His biceps were flexing while his hands were struggling to find firm grip in the sheets. He had strong muscular legs. Those legs were spread in a wide open V-shape putting himself in a very vulnerable position, because his compact buttocks were spread open as well. The Middle-Easterner who was holding his ankles had impaled him on his manhood. That the Marine enjoyed this was very obvious. His rock-hard dick was fully erect with pre-cum oozing from the piss slit.

The grinning Arab was fucking him and he was grinning too.

Then suddenly he felt his body tossed in the air and before he could do anything he landed face down between the thighs of the grinning Arab and an instant later he tasted his own ass in his mouth that was stuffed by Arab dick. He knew what was expected from him and start bobbing his head up and down, however, the Arab had other plans and forced him to swallow the entire shaft down his throat. He gagged. His chiseled body was writhing in spasms as he struggled to breathe. The Arab held him in place and his world was turning black and then his head was pulled up by his hair. It hurt and the scene changed. He realized he had been dreaming and was waking up and yet there was again that provocative grin …

“Fuck, what ...?” Corporal Tanker Conlay protested against being rudely awakened from his post orgasmic slumber.

“Aww ... let go!” he shouted angrily as he was pulled up by his hair into a sitting position.

“There you go,” Rashad pointed the face of the struggling American forward. Only now did Tanker see the camera. The red action light indicated: He was filmed!

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Smile for the camera, bitch!” Rashad laughed and pushed the Marine back on the bed.

Before Tanker could react the rebel leader straddled him and pinned his arms down under his knees.

“What ... uuhmmmphhh,” Rashad gagged the ranting soldier with his dick.

Coughing gurgling sounds were transmitted across the Atlantic, where a furious Master Sergeant watched helpless the humiliation of his Corporal.

He is filming me, fuck, who is watching this? Tanker struggled wildly. His dick was seized and a now too familiar milking motion started.

For a moment he managed to spit the throbbing cock from his mouth, but the Iraqi grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up slipping the erect manhood deep down the throat.

Deprived of sufficient air supply and deftly stroked, Tanker felt a first rush of arousal. His defense slowed. Muffled shouts turned into grunts and the fanning of the legs subsided. The young Marine’s hips were responding to the rhythmic strokes his dick was receiving.

“What the fuck?” Hank couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew Tanker Conlay as 100% straight. The events in Basra had surely been his first experience with man sex and that had been forced upon the young Marine.

Now, however, it took Rashad less than a minute and the younger man was rock hard and eagerly fucking the Arab’s hand.

But Hank was up for another surprise. As soon as the erect shaft was throbbing in his palm, Rashad moved back and fed the helpless dick into his manhole.

“No, not on cam you mothafuckin sonofabitch!” Tanker reared up but the sneering Arab caught his wrists and started a pounding fuckride.

“Uuuhhhh ...,” The Marine’s eyes glassed over before he even slumped back on the bed.  His body was writhing while his will to fight was humped and pumped out of him.

Tanker’s hefty veinous shaft was tightly sheathed. He felt himself swelling and he knew too well that he would finally succumb to the relentless milking by Rashad’s undulating sphincter muscles.

Damn who is watching this? Why does he want to make me cum on cam?

“Why ... ummphhh” Rashad’s hand closed over Tanker’s mouth.

Oh - Fuck this is hot. He plays me like a fiddle ...

Instinct took over and heels were digging into the mattress.

Hank watched with gaping mouth as the Corporal started responding. His hips countered every hump with an upward thrust and soon both bodies worked in sync.

“Aaahhh!”

“Yes, good Boy, cum for the camera!” Rashad cooed.

“Nooo ... yeah ... aahhh ... uhmmm,”

Rashad knew that after the experience of the night before, the Marine was too horned up to have his usual stamina. He rammed his ass down, engulfing Tanker’s swollen babymaker up to the base. A tightening of his sphincter made the Marine’s eyes bulge.

“Unload it, cum baby, cum ...” Rashad sent his hips in a circular motion.

“Ooohhh ... you fuck me good,” Tanker gasped,” ahhh ... huh ... huh.”

His hips rose and when his nipples were twisted his back arched. Still he managed to muster some final resistance, reluctant to shoot his wad on cam. Rashad though, knew how to handle his Marine and bend forward, forcing the surprised Corporal into an overpowering deep throat kiss.

Tanker’s dick slipped from the hot ass and throbbed some seconds wildly until the dark red mushroom head bloated. Churning cum in his balls exploded and erupted through the gaping piss slit while Rashad’s tongue seemed to touch his tonsils.

“Uummmppphhh!!” A huge gush of white semen shot up high in the air. Still spurting, the deflating cock faltered against the rebel leader’s ass crack.

“Mmmmpphhh ...” Rashad was holding the groaning Marine in an iron grip and did not break the kiss even as orgasmic spasms were rippling through the sweaty body. Warm cum was splashing across his back and mixed with his own sweat.

This drives you wild, Al Dowary, huh?

Tanker was still dizzy form his powerful climax when Rashad pulled him from the bed and forced him into a headlock. Hank slammed the desk with his fist when the Corporal was paraded around the bed. The flaccid dick was dangling between buckling legs. Buttocks were flexing.

Fuck, everybody is watching this. I am going to be the laughing stock of the USMC.

Rashad’s victory parade ended in front of the camera. Still held in the headlock Tanker made croaking sounds but was quickly silenced when the sneering Iraqi was stuffing him with his boner.

“Let him go, bastard!” Hank yelled although he knew that he was watching a recording.

Helpless he had to watch Rashad face-fucking his Corporal. When the Iraqi reached climax, his knees buckled and he let himself fall back on the bed, not allowing the retching American to disengage until he came copiously in the Marine’s mouth. The clip ended showing Tanker’s exhausted but delirious face lying peacefully on Rashad’s six-pack abs, covered in white gooey cum from chin over his cheeks up to the front head.

“Now, Al Dowary listen to what I am telling you and you better do exactly as I am telling you,” the Iraqi said in a low voice heavy with Middle-Eastern accent,” or I cannot guarantee that your young man will be kept out of harm’s way …”

Hank’s knuckles turned white as he was clutching the arm-rests of his chair. Fuming, he listened in silent rage to his foe’s instructions.

* - *

It took Hank a 18 hours plane ride to reach Turkey’s capital Ankara. After leaving the busy arrival hall he was greeted by a very big, very hairy, masculine rough guy who introduced himself as Hakan Cakir. The Turk was about 37 years old, 6'4 ft.  His 48’’ fur-covered chest was wrapped in a red and black checkered flannel shirt with cut off sleeves. Huge biceps were bugling from his sides and the baggy cargo pants couldn’t hide the muscular thighs either.

Hakan grinned at the tired American baring his yellowish teeth.

“Rashad sends me to fetch you.”

With about 300 lbs. Hakan outweighed the Marine by 100 lbs.. The pick-up truck he had brought was aching under his weight. Hank threw his duffle bag onto the loading bay and took the passenger seat.

It took them an exhausting 16 hours, to reach the town of Dogubeyazit at the foot of Mount Ararat.

Hakan stopped the car in front of a ramshackle hut at the end of a silent alley in the outskirts of the town.

“We wait here until tomorrow,” the Turk said,” too late to go up the mountain today.”

Hakan led the American upstairs. The wooden stairs were protesting with painful creaks under the weight of the two heavy men. The upper floor was entirely occupied by a large room. Raw brick walls ended at a wooden ceiling made of dark timber. A single bulb was hanging sadly from its wire bathing the only huge bed in a murky light.

“You sleep here,” Hakan said.

Hank didn’t care about the dirty linen. All he wanted was to catch some hours of sleep.

“And where will you crash?” he asked while pealing the army parka from his shoulders.

“Here too …,” Hakan chuckled. There was something in his voice that instantly awoke suspicion in the battle-trained mind of the Marine. Alerted, with his arms still trapped in the sleeves he spun around. Too late!

He looked into the grinning face of Hakan, who’s hand came up holding a small aerosol can. A cloud of strange smelling vapor hit his face.

“What?! Aww … shit!” a burning sensation forced him to shut his eyes and he felt already a strange dizziness.

“Guys at Langley tell me you are a tough guy and Rashad tells me you are a good fuck,” Hakan sneered. He grabbed Hank under his arm pits and threw the helpless Marine down on the bed.

“You are CIA?” Hank asked in disbelief. He was totally disoriented. Tears were pouring from his eyes blinding him. A feeble attempt to resist was thwarted by a heavy blow to his chin. He tried to kick, but his foot was caught in midair.

“Yep!” the bearish Turk replied while stripping the heavy boots from Hank’s feet. His dirty socks went flying. He felt Hakan unbuckling his belt.

“Fuck … what do you want from me?” Hank tried to fend off the hands that were pulling his camos down and was tamed with a series of brutal bitch slaps across his face.

“I want to have some fun with you,” Hakan looked down on the gasping Marine who was naked apart from his brown undershirt.

“… and then I will deliver you to Rashad, or … maybe … I keep you as my special pet.” The pants were sailing down to Hakan’s ankles revealing his hairy ass and fury legs.

“Motherfuckin’ snitch! Uuurgh …Aaammphh …” Hank’s curses were silenced by the huge hairy set of buttocks that sank down on his face.

“Yeah, eat this dirty ass!” Hakan was sitting on top of him with the whole weight of his 300 lbs. and wiggled his butt.

Hank’s power was neutralized by the weight of the bearish body. His strength was further sapped from the exhaustive journey and the effects of the drug, although he felt the latter wearing of. Involuntarily Hakan was assisting by wiping the remains of the spray off with his sweaty ass.

Hank was struggling for air. The musky odor of Hakan’s unwashed ass-crack filled his nostrils and mouth.

“Stick your tongue up my chute! Ahh I guess you need some fun too?” the Turk closed one paw around Hank’s limp dick and started a brutal pumping.

Hank was sweating. His 200 lbs. body was desperately writhing, but he was trapped. A wave of shame flooded the Marine, when he felt the rough milking of his cock showing first effects. Far from feeling attracted to the Turk, his body responded with arousal while the dick was mangled in Hakan’s calloused palm.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Hakan leaned forward letting a glob of saliva drop from his mouth onto the American’s bloated angry red mushroom head.

Hakan’s move at least gave Hank some space. He gazed up the Turk’s hairy back, his armpits trapped under Hakan’s big thighs. The hairy asshole was right in front of his face. Hank struggled to look over his shoulder and found his duffle bag right in front of the bed, where he had dropped it before Hakan had jumped him.

“I will drain you, you’ll see!” Hakan interrupted his milking and seized Hank’s ankles. He forced the Marine’s legs up and his buttocks apart. An instant later a cursing Marine was rimmed as he had never been before in his life. It felt as if the Turk was trying to suck his entrails out from his asshole.

This, however, provided him even more space. Desperately trying to find a way out of his predicament, he knew he had to keep the Turk believing he was turned on, which was not far from the truth anyway.

“Oh fuck, yeah rim my ass, that feels soooo fuckin’ good,” Hank groaned while reaching for his bag.

It was a race against his approaching climax. Pressure was already building. He felt the all too well known tingling in his balls.

Feverishly he was sweeping the content of the bag and finally found what he was looking for.

The odd device was made of dark metal. The front part was shaped like a dragon head with a gaping mouth. This continued in a kind of flexible sheath made of black leather with woven threads of copper wire. Attached to it was the dragon’s tail, split into a short abutment carved from Ivory and the conic actual tail. It was carved from Jade and about 2/3 inch in diameter at its widest point ending a raised bump at its ½ inch tip. Both parts of the device were connected by a curved handle.

The ‘Dragon Claw’ was a gift from Abbot Gao-Ban, who had used it on Hank as well. In ancient times Korean rulers had invented a devilish device to break even the toughest man by using his virility against him. The claw was anatomically tailored to the male body, driven solely by a man's sphincter muscle contractions and forcing the victim into a mind-shattering orgasmic ordeal.

Hank caught Hakan’s dangling cock in the lower end of the leather tube and slipped it over the hefty shaft.

“Yes, atta boy,” the Turk grunted believing the American had surrendered and was starting worshiping his cock.

“Oh yeah man you are so big!” Hank positioned the shorter abutment between the nuts and the hairy asshole. Carefully he moved the bigger part of the tail into the gaping ass cleft. It was the moment of truth.

“Take it, motherfucker!” Hank slammed the Jade shaft through the unsuspecting sphincter.

“What? Ahhhh,” Hakan’s stuffed rectum contracted instinctively, drawing the shaft all the way up his anal canal.

“Aargh … what is happening?” While the tail’s tip adjusted itself on top of Hakan’s prostrate the Ivory knob of the abutment was pressed deftly under his scrotum against the perineum aiming at the pleasure spot from the outside.

“You are up for the ride of your life, ass-hole!” Hank sneered.

Hakan looked down in horror at the crimson mushroom head of his dick neatly grabbed by the gaping dragon mouth which locked in place right into the groove below the coronal ridge of the bloated dick head.

“Uuhnng!”

The Turk fell to his side and tried to pull the sheath from his billowed dick. But when he pulled his sphincter muscle contracted and sucked the claw right up his rear chute until it rested against the prostate.

“Noooo!!!” The devilish claw took his body's contractions and transferred them into a pivoting action stimulating the prostate, perineum and anal canal at the same time. Tingling sensations spread through the trapped penis.

“Uunnhh,” Hakan’s hips started a bucking motion.

Meanwhile Hank was collecting his clothes. Fully dressed he hunkered over the writhing bear.

“Are you enjoying it?”

“Take it out you motherfucking son of a dog!” Hakan hollered

“Oh how rude!” Hank grinned. “Let’s make a deal, sunshine . Tell me where to find Rashad and I take that thing outta yer ass.”

“C-can’t. He will k-kill me!” Hakan winced, his body rearing up.

Hank knew that Hakan didn’t stand a chance. He remembered his first encounter with the Claw. How his body, tethered with silken bonds had been flipping like a fish on dry land. He remembered the sneering faces of his Asian captors while he was forced to shoot his fucking load right in front of their leering eyes.

“Oooohhh … ummm …ahhh,” Hakan couldn’t contain his climax and his huge body went rigid. Rope after rope of milky cum was ejected from the gaping slit in the center of his crimson bloated dickhead.

“Now be a darling and tell Daddy what he wants to know,” Hank sneered and applied a brutal twist to Hakan’s nipples.

“Awwwwwww!”

“Oh, did that hurt? What about this one?”

“Aaaaiiehhh!”

“Nice huh? But wait, I bet ‘ya are gonna like that one…”

“Uuuoarrrrghhhhhhh!!!”

*  -  *

Heavy gusts of wind were punishing the slope without mercy. Hank was crouched behind a rock and monitored the scene through his night vision goggles. Snowflakes were sparkling bright green in the eerie light produced by the tube. A brighter rectangular shape, invisible in the pitch black night, was revealed in what looked like a bow of a huge ship by the thermal image enhancer.

“Gottcha!” Hank grunted satisfied.

A totally demolished Hakan had finally surrendered and spilled out the way to the Iraqi rebel’s lair. Hank had left him with the agonizing torture inflicted by the Claw.

“Depending on your stamina, this sweet thing will entertain ya at least until tomorrow,” Hank had told the horrified CIA agent before he left the house.

The way uphill in the icy weather had been tough. At least his image enhancer was working fine, making it easy to follow the narrow track. Now all he had to do was to wait for his arch-nemesis to appear.

Then it happened. The moment he had been waiting for had arrived. The door opened.

Hank had no doubts about who the man was who was cautiously exciting. The dark figure emerged from a dark aisle. No light were lit to avoid detection. Hank crouched even lower when he detected the night vision goggles covering the Arab’s face.

A radio transmission by a howling and moaning Hakan had warned him that things hadn’t worked as he had planned.

So be it, Al-Dowary let’s have it your way, he thought while he stepped out in the cold wind.

“Amriki! I know you are out there.” Rashad shouted, “stop that stupid game. Sooner or later you will surrender and beg me to let you in. So – why don’t you give yourself up and save us time, huh?”

Hank took the goggles off. The night was all black and he only heard the Iraqi’s voice.

“It is warm and cozy inside, Al-Dowary, come in and suck my dick, he he he. Do you remember the taste of my man juice in your mouth? You liked it. Here is more of it than you can swallow.”

Let’s see how you like to swallow this, fucker!

Hank reached into his duffle bag.

“Are you scared Al-Dowary?” Rashad sneered. “Soon you will eat my Arab ass again ...

“Eat that!” Hank shouted and threw the stun grenade.

The device hit the ground right in front of the rebel leader.

“Fuck ...,” the Arab was easily silenced by a 180 dB bang when the magnesium-based pyrotechnic charge detonated. Although Hank had shut his eyes tightly closed he still realized the blinding flash of more than one million candela that was emitted by the grenade.

Quickly he mounted his goggles again and sprinted towards his enemy who had collapsed into a trembling heap.

The night vision goggles had intensified the flash and left Rashad blind. His hands were pressed over his ears in a futile attempt to stop the high pitched whining that sounded in his head.

“Ooohhhh ... fuck”, the Arab was moaning in pain.

His goggles were ripped from his head and he was pulled up by the collar of his outdoor jacket.

“How do you like that, rag head?” Hank sneered and lifted his helpless, moaning foe from the ground.

“No! Please ...,” Rashad’s legs were pedaling in midair and then he was sent flying with tremendous force against the rocky wall of the slope.

“AAAwwww!” he howled in searing pain. He struggled to get up but was grabbed again by the raging Marine.

“Now I show you how we treat shit like you in the USA,” without visible effort Hank lifted the kicking rebel face-up across his broad shoulders. He hooked Rashad’s head and one leg and pulled the writhing Arab on both ends.

“Can you imagine, how long I have been waiting for this?”

“Awww ... noooo ... let goooo !” Rashad screamed.

“As you wish, mother-fucker!” Hank dropped down on one knee flexing his foe’s body even more by the impact of the drop.

“Awwww!” Rashad thought his spine had snapped. He almost went unconscious.

Hank pulled the weakly struggling body over his head and let it drop face-up on his bend knee before he pushed the howling Iraqi face-down to the ground.

Ice-cold snow filled Rashad’s nose and mouth as his head was pushed down mercilessly.

“Eat shit, camel fucker!” Hank laughed.

The freezing snow had somehow brought Rashad back to his senses. Still moaning he rolled on his back and tried to spot his opponent in the darkness.

Hank wearing his goggles watched the Arab blinking in disorientation.

“Ah ... still some fight left in your stinking body, huh?” Hank reached down and pulled the Iraqi up.

To his surprise Rashad pulled him into a tight hug.

“Please, no more,” the Arab pleaded, “I submit. Let me explain though ...”

“There is nothing to explain,” Hank snorted trying to push Rashad away.

“Please I must tell you something important,” Rashad whined loosening his hug. Unnoticed by the American his hand reached into the pocket of his jacket.

You stupid muscle-head. I will make you squeal at my feet …

“What would a shit like you have to tell me that would be important?” Hank locked his big hands around the Iraqi’s neck and started choking him.

“That!”, Rashad retched triumphantly, “and again I will fuck your arrogant American asshole!”

Pulling Hank’s army Parka up, his hand shot forward pressing the electrodes of a Taser gun against the Marine’s six-pack abs releasing an 50.000 Volt electrical shock. Blue sparks were flying and suddenly the smell of ozone was lingering in the air.

Rashad expected the grip around his throat to weaken. But it did not.

He heard the American snickering while his windpipe was squeezed shut.

“Impossible ...” Rashad coughed and triggered the Taser gun again.

“I knew you sneaky bastard would try something funny.” Hank sneered. The Iraqi felt the Taser slipping from his hand. With his fading consciousness he touched his adversaries rock-hard abs and found Kevlar.

“Armor ... ,“ he retched before his world went dark.

Hank secured Rashad’s wrists and ankles with plastic flex-cuffs from his duffle bag.

“Now let’s see what treasures you are hiding in your cave,” He lifted the limp body on his shoulder and disappeared in the aisle.

“I’ll be damned,” Hank cursed when he entered the control room of the rebel base and saw the modern equipment.

Who is selling all that fuckin’ stuff to those rag heads?

Hank dropped his bag and carried the unconscious Iraqi into an adjacent room. He dropped him hard to the floor.  There was a stirring in his loins as he looked down on the prone form. Hank squatted and unbuckled the Iraqi’s pants. It took one deftly jerk and a well-rounded pair of orbs appeared. The sneering Marine probed with his finger and penetrated the slack sphincter. A soft moan came from his unconscious foe.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” the American chuckled, “but I won’t make it that easy for you. I need you to be awake, when I make you my bitch.”

“I’ll deal with you later”, Hank slapped the olive skin locked the door and continued scouting the base.

Tanker stepped out from the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He was drying his hair when steps from heavy boots sounded from outside his bed room. Before the young Marine fully comprehended that somebody else than his captor had arrived, the door was pushed open.

“Don’t you want to salute your commanding officer, Corporal?” a deep voice filled the room.

Tanker’s eyes widened in total disbelief. With gaping mouth he was looking startled at the big Marine, who was standing in front of him.

“Sarge! You! You really came for me?!” the Corporal shouted.

“USMC never leaves anyone behind,” Hank replied with a wide grin.

The young Marine abandoned all protocol and flew into his Sergeant’s open arms.

“I … I know, but after that long time I almost gave up … and …” Tanker sobbed and laughed while hugging his liberator.

“Well, as far as I could see, you had a pretty good time, fooling around with that rag head, huh?” Hank tried to sound reprimanding.

“Oh that, uhhmm … now … that I can explain,” Tanker stammered, ”it is not what it looked like …”

“It looked like fucking and I remember you were fucking me when we saw each other the last time!”

“But Sarge … that was ,” the Corporal blushed,” that was what he made me do …”

“It didn’t look as you were made doing it,” Hank grinned,” it rather looked very much … skilled”.

His hands unbuttoned the fly of his camos.

“Show me, what the rag head taught you, Corporal!”

“Y-yes Sir!” Tanker fell down on his knees.

The next moment he was gagging on his Sergeant’s man meat.

“Oh yeah, suck that dick,” Hank muttered while discarding his parka.  His dick was throbbing in warmth and moistness.

He was already rock hard when the Kevlar armor dropped to the floor. The Arab had indeed taught the Corporal well. Tanker quickly adjusted to Hank’s 11 inches and without interrupting his expert blowjob he unbuckled the belt letting the camo pants sliding down along Hank’s muscular legs.

With his nose buried in a tuft of manly smelling reddish hair his hands parted the meaty buttocks.

“Fuck!” Hank’s hips started to buck when a finger was playing with his asshole.

The big Marine felt overwhelmingly relieved. His Corporal was alive and safe. He had disregarded orders, but he had restored his honor. Even more he had caught the bastard who had brought all that misery upon him.

I’m gonna wipe the floor with that Arab dickhead … Aaahhhh that boy sucks good!

Hank climbed on the bed and faced the younger Marine. Both men were on their knees.

“Sarge I I didn’t know you …,”

“Shut the fuck up Corporal, I wanted to do this for a long time already,” Hank pulled the Corporal into a sensuous kiss. Groins were grinding into each other, fingers were twisting hardening man tits.

“Fuck yeah, that feels good,” Hank enjoyed Tanker’s hand cupping and squeezing his balls. His dick was protruding like a steel rod now.

“Why don’t you take care of this one?”

Tanker went down on his fours. Hardly able to reach with his fingers around the hefty shaft he guided it to his lips.

“Nice cock, Sarge.”

“You like that dick, huh?”

“U-hmm … mmphh,” Tanker was blowing Hank’s giant man-meat like a champ. Hank’s calloused hands were rubbing the younger man’s back.

Tanker was kneading the shaft now in a circular motion while locking his lips under the rim of the bloated dickhead. His tongue played with the gaping piss slit triggering guttural grunts from his Sergeant.

“Uuuhmmmm … urrghh … fffffuuuuuuuuuck….”

Tanker closed his hand firmly around Hank’s balls and pulled the bigger man’s groin into his face, completely swallowing the huge cock.

“Oooohhh fuck!” Hank’s eyes gazed over. Pulled and pushed by his balls the older Marine was guided into a bucking motion. But Hank was not used to be controlled. He seized the back of Tanker’s head and hammered the Corporals throat with a series of powerful upward thrusts.

“Ummphh … ummphhh … ummphh …” Tanker could just hold still and getting his throat reamed.

Just before suffocating the retching Corporal Hank stopped his face humping. He pushed Tanker on his back and positioned himself over Tanker’s head.

“Open up, Corporal!”

Again 11 inches of rock hard Marine dick slammed down Tanker’s throat making him retch and gargle.

“Urrgh … urrghh … urrghh”

But despite this he managed to reach for Hank’s rhythmically swinging balls and squeezed.

“Aaargh!” Hank uttered a surprised grunt. A wave of arousal flushed through his system and his nuts contracted. His rhythm stalled.

“Uurgh!” now the younger Marine was pressing his finger deftly into the area between Hank:s balls and his ass hole.

“Bastard! Aawwwww … fuuuuck … uuuhhh … uhhh … uuhhh,” Hank couldn’t believe that the young man had made him cum.

“MMMMMPHHH” bravely and very happy Tanker swallowed gush after gush of “Sarge’s Man Milk”

“Oh fuck!” Hank’s arms buckled, his body still writhing in post orgasmic spasms. He dropped across the prone Corporal face down into Tanker’s groin.

Hank’s semi-hard dick had slipped from Tanker’s mouth. The younger man used the opportunity and buried his face as deep as he could into Hank’s sweaty ass crack. The musky smell almost intoxicated him but he managed to apply what Rashad had told him and rammed his tongue through the puckered hole.

“Oooahh!” Hank’s eyes bulged but he retaliated and closed his mouth over Tanker’s throbbing cock. Both Marines were locked in a sixty-nine position and none wanted to break his hold.

“Arrghh … fuck yeah … oh shit ..ummm,” sounds of heavy man sex filled the room. Both bodies were writhing and rolling in ecstasy.

Finally Hank’s experience decided the duel. Burying a finger into Tanker’s manhole he crippled the young Marine’s stamina. His back arched and his face emerged from Hank’s ass.

Now it was Hank’s turn to knead Tanker’s balls. Trapped under the heavy body the younger Marine had no way to go. His head lolled right and left and his hands grabbed the bed sheets already damp from sweat.

Hank watched the younger man’s balls attaching to the base of the cock. He rammed his finger as deep inside the howling Corporal as it would go and increased the suction on the helpless dick.

“Ahhhhhhh ! Uuuuuuhhhh … uurghhh,” churning cum was sucked from Tanker’s balls and the ongoing stimulations of his hyper-sensitive dick-head were driving him nuts.

“No! Sarge please … stop ha ha ha no,” the Corporal started laughing hysterically. His fists hammered against Hank’s buttocks. Hank reached around the young Marine’s hips and pulled the twisting body up, making Tanker rest on his shoulders.  Legs were kicking wildly.

“Uuummmphh..” silenced by a wet, sweat-soaked ass Tanker was sucked and milked to completion.

Finally Hank showed mercy and loosened his grip. The young man fell limp on the bed.

When Tanker’s blurry vision cleared he looked straight into the grinning face of his Sergeant.

“Ready to go for another round, Corporal?” Hank asked hoarsely with a typical voice of a very horny male. Before Tanker could respond he was already put in a doggie-style position.

Hank expertly distracted the younger Marine by a slap on his meaty butt and overwhelmed the unsuspecting sphincter with a determined thrust of his re-hardened cock.

“Aaaahhhh!” Tanker groaned but was already responding to every thrust by equal forceful thrusts of his pelvis.

“Fuck, you are tight!” Hank held on to Tanker’s hips.

“Oohh yeah, fuck me Sarge, give it to me .. oaahhh!”

Hank reached for Tanker’s dick and stroke it in rhythm with his fucking.

“You like that?”

“Oh fuck yeah, that feels sooooo gooooood!”

The fucking went on. Both men were glistening from sweat, their bodies moving in perfect sync by now.

Like a well-trained team they changed position.

“Ah fuck … hooo … so good,” Tanker jacked his dick while riding Hank in a reverse cowboy position.

Hank supported Tanker’s thighs and held him in a squat. Then his hips started a quick paced upward thrusting moving his dick like a piston in and out of the young Marine’s chute.

“Uh .. huh … huh”

Then without disengaging from the dick in his ass, Tanker turned around to face Hank.

“Uhh …that is sooo fuckin’ hot, Sarge!”

“Ride me Corporal, ride me harder!”

“Ah ... ahh … aaargh!”

“Yeah, bounce on that Marine dick,” Hank gasped, ”that’s it … just like that … oh fuck…”

Tanker rotated his hips making Hank arch his back in pleasure.

“Oh yeah fuck!”

“Yeah! Ah!”

“Fuck, my ass yeah!”

Hank felt again the familiar tingling in is loins, but he didn’t want to cum yet. Heavily breathing the two Marines went into a missionary position.

“Ahh … ahh, “ Tanker was striking his dick lying on his back eyes half closed.

“Uhh yeah!” Hank anchored his hands in the back of Tanker’s bent knees and lowered his dick in one swift thrust between the risen butt cheeks.

“Oh yeah, fuck me Sarge, that is sooo hot” Tanker sounded delirious. He lifted his arms over his head and Hank propped himself on the Corporal’s sculpted pecs, his fingers playing with the nipples. The manly smell from Tanker’s arm pits entered his nostrils. Still fucking he bent down and licked the sweaty pits.

“Uuuhhh,” Tanker closed his arms behind Hank’s back.

“Huh … huh … huh,” Hank fucked. The bigger Marine’s body was hunched. His chin was resting now on Tanker’s shoulder. In full body contact the two men fucked each other into the next climax.

“Oh fuck!”

“Uurgh!”

“Shit!”

“Yeah!”

“I-I’m sooo fuckin’ close, huh!”

“Cum for me, Corporal!”

“Yes, S-Sir, I’mmmm cummminnnn’ uhhhhhhhh … ahhhh,” Tanker’s load was seeping from between the two slippery bodies.

“Oahh, I am fuckin’ cuminnn’ too!”

“Yeah Sarge you fuckin’ cum!”

“Oh shit! I’m unloading … aahhhhhh …huh … huh … huhhhhhhhh,” Hank filled Tanker with another load of his man juice. Panting he relaxed on top of the hot body below him waiting for the thrills of his orgasm to subside.

Then he rolled to the side and the two Marines embraced for a long, sensuous kiss. Finally even a hunk like Hank O’Dowerty had to pay his toll for the exhaustion from the arduous uphill tracking and the orgasmic acrobatics he had performed with his Corporal. He fell asleep.

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