0 comments/ 125754 views/ 29 favorites The Red Jockstrap By: Coxswain The Red Jockstrap What could I do? With his cock thrusting down my throat, I was lust-drunk. I nodded my head again. With that he rammed the full length down my throat. I gagged a little but was proud of myself that I kept in control. In fact I began to get into it, bobbing my head down and back, every time taking him full stroke. He moaned, giving me a weird pride. I enjoyed his huge cock jamming in and out of my throat, over and over again. God, better than any booze! I grabbed his ass, squeezing those hard, round buns as he continued to fuck my face. At one point, by accident or not, his cock popped out of my mouth. I wanted more! I wanted it back! I dropped my face down to run my tongue over his ball-sac. Ohh, yeahhh! I sucked a testicle in its hairy sack into my mouth, teasing and pulling at his scrotum, savoring the taste of crotch and ball. And when went for Ball #2, I heard him grunt with pleasure. Yeah! Some strange force made me crave to please him. I loved sucking on both balls at once—a real mouthful! "Ah, yeah, Sarge," he purred, "you oughta see yourself...on your knees sucking my balls." His voice took on a strange, masterful, commanding tone, although it wasn't loud: "You were born for this, you know. Sucking a man's balls is what you were meant for." Oh, god, can that be true?? "You want to suck my cock again?" I nodded. He chuckled. "You're gonna do this the rest of your life." An icy chill shot down my back. But I couldn't stop. When he grabbed my head again and put it back to work on his cock, my own dick drooled pre-cum in long, silvery streams down my legs and onto the floor. Jesus, he's right! It's true. I love this! "Okay, Sarge," he grunted, "I'm gonna cum. Take it deep man," and he slammed it hard, jamming the big dong deep down my throat, grinding my nose into his sweaty pubic hair. I got him, I gloated, he couldn't take it any more! And then wave after wave of cum spurted out, filling my mouth and throat, and he held my head tight on his cock so I got every drop of what seemed like gallons of sperm. No way could I swallow all that jism—against my will it spurted from the sides of my mouth, drooling and slithering over my chin and onto my chest, falling in white, sticky globs against my chest hair and smearing over my dogtags. When he trembled through the last waves of orgasm, he stopped pumping into me and pulled back. His glorious cock slid out of my mouth, and I knelt there, wet and smeared with his sperm, marked, his. Damn, what have I done?? He got me!! I'm his. His cocksucker. His! He pulled on my arms and made me stand up. He drew me close and kissed me again, opening my mouth with his tongue, sliding his tongue inside to taste his own cum. I tongued him back, and he sucked on the tip of my tongue. Then he pulled his head back. "Sarge, you're a fine cocksucker." I smiled. Sheepish. Maybe blushing. For god's sake, you dumb ass! You're proud you just swallowed the cum of a Private? And you're blushing like a little girl?? Yeah, I love the Private's privates. Don't give me the pun bullshit, idiot! You're playing Russian Roulette with your Army retirement!! Hey, I've still got my underwear on—well, his underwear. I'm not naked—not completely. We haven't done it...not fucked... He still held me, and I felt on the verge of an orgasm again. And just when I thought nothing could be more bizarre, still holding me in a tight embrace, he lowered us both to our knees, then grabbed me roughly and pushed me backward. On my back before him, my legs spread apart as he knelt between them. And his cock was getting hard again! And then I knew. I knew what was coming. But I was strangely excited. God, look at that cock! A big, manly penis in a damp, sweaty, dark thatch of hair! He grabbed my hand and pulled it toward him. As he did, he squirted a gush of something into my palm. I glanced down and saw he held a bottle of lotion. He brought my hand to grasp his hardened shaft. I could hardly breathe, but I couldn't get over the exhilaration of feeling the steel in that warm, throbbing cock. He's just a boy, a young soldier! But his cock was different from mine, much bigger, the cock of a MAN! I knew what he wanted. I stroked it up and down, slowly, slathering the lotion over it. Lubricating it. No, this isn't going to happen! It ain't gonna happen!! I've still got underwear on! I haven't surrendered everything!! Again he groaned, and how I craved to give him pleasure. After several minutes of stroking, I dropped my slimy hand to my own crotch and wiped it over my asshole. And I knew. I had surrendered. I wanted him. I wanted that man to fuck me. I needed it. I knew it. I had needed it all my life. Then the stallion mounted me. Mounted his mare. His bitch! I gasped as his hard dick probed through my crack, then—Jesus!—gouged inside me! Filling me up!! Shit! I'm getting fucked! The crazy, lust-mad bastard rammed into me so hard, he rocked me back onto my shoulders, lifting my hips into the air with his wild drives, fucking me into a male wheelbarrow! Motherfuck, it hurts! Damn, it hurts! But I burned with lust, and to my amazement, the pain, the stretching, the banjo-string tightness of my asshole around the giant rod actually intensified the pleasure of feeling the big organ surging into me! I looked up into his eyes and suddenly it was the most natural thing on earth to be connected to him, to have his throbbing cock inside me. Ahh, yeahh, the guy's cock is inside me! ! After a heavy-breathing, sweat-dripping pause, in which my pain faded away into a roaring desire, he began his thrusts, long, frenzied rams full-length in and out. Both of us panted like running the track, both of us wet and slippery, and my mustache flicking droplets as I rolled my head back and forth in lust and ecstasy. I don't know how long he fucked me—minutes, could have been hours—but I loved every second. I gazed up at him. The man was taking me. The man was fucking me. In deep. Using me. Making me his bitch. "Look at—yourself," he grunted. "On your back—feet bobbing up in the air." I grunted along with his drives into my glowing asshole. "Fuckin' cum-slut." I couldn't stop myself. "Yeah! Yeah, you motherfucker! Deeper! Deeper! Cram that fuckin' thing up to my throat!!" Suddenly I realized he was close to cumming—don't know how I knew—maybe I was beginning to know how to fuck a man. "Fuck me, you sonofabitch," I growled, "Fuck me deep!" And I got him. "Fuuuuuuuck!" he gasped as a stream of boiling sperm shot up inside my guts. He was insane with ecstasy—again that weird pride inside me!—and his dick jolted into my ass over and over, skidding me back across the floor. And—God!!—as he burned through his orgasm and more jizz-streams shot from his cock, I could feel them! Balls of warmth surged up inside me! His sperm. His seed. His manhood joining into my body. And I could take no more! He got me!! My head rolled back in unspeakable joy, and "Ahhhhhhhh," an atomic bomb went off in my scrotum, the fireball spreading out through my whole body. I exploded with unutterable physical pleasure, my prick spouting my seed in huge spurts a size I never achieved before. Still encased in his red jockstrap, I shot pints, quarts of jism! I glanced down once and saw the pouch actually bulging and oozing white slime as I ejaculated into it! Soon sperm gushed from it everywhere! Never, ever had I cummed so hard! And I still had my underwear on! Daddy! Daddy, you were WRONG!! I've still got my underwear on, and he's fucked my brains out! It was true: everything in my brain wiped clear except for the screaming, roaring, overpowering sensation of the Cock gouging deep into my guts, and I could think only: God, I love this! I'm the slave of that cock! I'm his! Whatever he wants me to do! And it hit me: I cummed in the greatest orgasm of my life without a single touch to my prick! As our orgasms burned down into minor forest fires, he collapsed onto me, crushing against the sweat, pressing against the pouch of his red jockstrap, spurting my white slime in jets out the sides and wallowing the warm smears into my belly. We lay like that for a long time. Don't know how long—minutes, could have been hours. Finally, gasping and spent, I looked up at him. "Good job, Sarge," he said in that low voice. "I liked that." Again that weird pride. My head fell back again in ecstasy as he slowly withdrew. Ah, even the slow retreat of his softening cock from my guts was a joyful experience! Like a long, slow, final scream of pleasure in my asshole. I groaned. God, this boy knows how to do me! He sat back to squat between my legs, looking down at me. "Clean me up, Sarge," he commanded. Yes, oh, yes! I arose and bent over to lick the sweat and cum from his chest and belly. Then I bent lower to lave his slimy cock with my tongue, loving every second of service to this Alpha Male. I loved it. Sperm. Sweat. Body spunk. I wanted to lick all over his body, but finally he got up. I remained on the floor watching as he sat on my bunk, putting his PT uniform back on. Big drools of his sperm slopped out of my ass with a gurgling, gushing sound, and a big jism puddle formed between my legs, part of it my own that had slithered down from the leaking jockstrap. Sperm covered me from navel almost to knees. I gazed at his magnificent body. I want that big thing back in me. I lay back glowing hot, as relaxed, happy, and physically drained as I've ever been. In a daze. When I opened my eyes, Barthan was dressed and on his way out the door. He stopped and looked back. "You're my bitch now," he said. "You're mine whenever I want you." I could do nothing but answer, "Yeah," in a quiet, cracking voice. And when he left, I bent down to lick up his sperm from the pool I'd left on the floor. I fell asleep that night wearing Barthan's red jockstrap, and when Reveille sounded the next morning, with the taste of his cum still in my mouth, I kept the jockstrap on to wear under by uniform that day—and it gave me a constant hard-on. My god, what kind of a soldier have I become? But strangely nothing changed. Life went on as usual. The troops treated me with respect. I went through the hand-to-hand combat classes in the wrestling pits as usual. Everything the same. Except I've got on a sperm-drenched jockstrap. I've got a hard-on. And I hope that guy comes back again to fuck me. And he did. I serviced Barthan every night until he finished the training course and went back to his original unit. But he had opened up my life. Somehow it was easier to find the next GI who wanted to fuck a master sergeant, and until the day I retired, a constant wet spot in the back of my pants marked the cum leaking out of my ass. I always wore a red jockstrap. And I knew Daddy was wrong. From then on I almost never wore underwear. Just a red jockstrap.