0 comments/ 74185 views/ 29 favorites Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 01 By: Coxswain First Sergeant succumbs to horny corporal [A true story as told to me by a contributor. Names, places, etc. have been changed] Dedicated to LUCMAN85 Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 01 I love jockstraps. Major turn-ons. Somehow they keep a guy constantly conscious of his dick. Maybe because they leave him practically naked inside his pants. Maybe because the straps massage his rump. Maybe because the pouch accents his upjutting prick. And something else: if Kovachek wore one, it was another sign of being "curious." I was so horny my cock was throbbing, but I had to curb myself and prepare this guy like a fine sirloin. He snored drunkenly when I rolled him back onto his belly. I dipped my index finger into a jar of Vaseline from the satchel, then began the training. He grunted and shifted uncomfortably, but I rode with him, working my finger into his tight ass-tunnel. I held it in there for a while, letting his sphincter stretch. Then I greased two fingers. Again the grunt. Again the complete insertion and the "cooking time." After I got him used to three fingers, I brought out a slender dildo and slicked it down with more Vaseline. With one more grunt, he took it in. I let it cook in his ass for a while, and when I pulled it out, he sighed, but then he got others, each a notch larger, longer, and thicker. I pulled out each dildo slowly and seductively, once he was used to it, then screwed it slowly back in, each time teaching his ass the thrills of fucking. Even though he was drugged and drunk, his body knew what was going on, and gradually he let out dreamy moans. He had no pain in the ass-stretch training while passed out, so when I got his cherry, his ass might be sore, but he wouldn't get the stabbing pains of a first time. Then it was time for some romance. I rolled him over, pulled back the blanket, and "tucked him in." Then I stripped down and crawled in with him. Fuck, these sheets aren't clean! Musty smell, like old clothes from a thrift shop. But what the hell, I snuggled up to him, breathing on the back of his neck, nibbling at his ear. Snoring on his back, still asleep, he turned his head to me. I put my arm around him then kissed him, placing my lips gently on his. With a low grunt, he kissed me back, his tongue moving softly against mine. But he was in dreamland, probably thinking I was his ex-wife or something. To turn up the sexual heat so he would be horny when he woke up, I moved down, kissing over his neck and chest, sucking his nipples while he groaned louder. Then I kissed my way down his body to his cock--which was potent and hard--and I sucked it. "Ahh, baby," he murmured, writhing slowly in his sleep. For the piece de resistance, I rolled him over onto his belly again, spread his legs once more, and crawled down under the covers to bring my tongue onto his newly stretched asshole. Rimming is always a revelation to a man. He never imagines he could get such ecstasy from his asshole, and since he can't do it to himself, the first time somebody does it to him, his mind is blown. A tongue licking and teasing his ass-ring is a sizzling thrill just short of an orgasm, a stimulation so intense that a good session of rimming almost always leads to fucking, bringing most men to beg for "something bigger." Kovachek was unconscious, of course, but he writhed in pleasure, breathing harder, probably having one motherfucker of a dream. I hoped that when he came to, his body would be sexually tense, his libido on fire. Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 01 He whined: "I just can't believe I'm doing this with you. I never did anything with a man before--" --"Ah, but you wondered about it, didn't you?" "Yeah. Yeah, I did." He looked up at me. "I liked you from the beginning, but I never dreamed it would end up sexual, that we'd end up in bed together." He smiled. "I just couldn't help but stare every time you scratched your dick." "I saw you staring. I knew you wanted to get with me--whether you knew it or not, and Sarge, the first time I saw your fine-looking bod, I wanted it." I lit another cigarette. "Sarge, I'm the one person you can be yourself around. I've seen you naked, I've fucked your ass, and you're carrying my load. Nobody can be closer than that." He pulled me to him and he kissed me. "Sarge, nothing has changed. You're still the iron-man, Captain America, hell-raising First Sergeant. It's just that now you can be a bitch around me, and it's okay." I pinched his nipple. "In fact, what's your first name, First Sergeant?" I knew what it was, of course--Bradley--but I wanted him to surrender that, too. "My full name's Bradley David Kovachek." I caressed his cheek. "Nobody in the office would dare call you by your first name. So when we're together, I'll call you 'Brad.'" "Bradley!" "Brad." Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 02 Too much of a good thing? After kissing First Sergeant Kovachek--a very crotchy, locker-room tasting smooch since he'd been sucking his own jockstrap while I fucked him--I rolled over, all fucked out. I pulled the dripping-wet sheet over us both and we fell asleep. I planned to wake up after a short nap for more fucking--but both of us were more exhausted than I thought. We slept all night in a wet swamp of two men's sweat, drool, and cum. Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 02 Kovachek reached out and hefted O'Connell's balls. "Nice package, Private. Maybe we can work something out." I moved my face to the side of Kovachek's head and nibbled at his ear. "Still my bitch?" "Yeah. Oh, yeah." He turned his head and kissed me again. "Been waiting all my life for this. You were my first. I'll never forget you." He looked in my eyes but was focused far away, his voice dreamy. "A powerful man." He nibbled at my lips. "Wearing my jockstrap I can feel your jizz dripping down my legs for the rest of the day--secret memories of how you took me." He nibbled at my lips. "You've opened up a whole new world for me." I kissed him again. Quite a conquest, the First Sergeant, the head wolf. He was broken. I had turned out another fabulous bottom. Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 03 TURNED OUT ON A BET, PT. 3 In which the best-laid clans of men often go astray Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 03 I heard a whump! behind Kovachek's back, and when I could focus my eyes, I looked over. O'Connell had passed out--a motherfucker of an orgasm for him, too. I looked back at the godlike torso controlling me, and my multiple-orgasmic bitch let loose with another wave of spooge. All over me, and as I'd raised up onto my elbows, his gushes hit me in the face. In my open mouth. What do they call it, "bukkake"? Where the bitch sits there ecstatic while he showers her face and hair with cum? I lay there ecstatic with Kovachek's cream all over my face and hair. Bleachy smell. Tangy, salty taste. Nothing wrong with Kovachek's family jewels. He could dish it out by the pint. Oh, my hell, his jizz is in my mouth! I'm swallowing Kovachek's spunk! I'm his bitch! Finally, after fucking both of us into Nirvana, the First Sergeant yelled out in conquest and fell forward onto me like a collapsing leather couch with a hairy, scratchy wool mat. Oof! A few firsts for Kovachek: (1) He had never had two cocks up his ass before, (2) he had never stretched that wide before, (3) He had never been the thruster in our intercourse before, (4) he had never controlled the speed of my orgasm before, and (Fuck, I didn't think about this!) (5) he had never been on top before. Damn, what have I done?? Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 04 TURNED OUT ON A BET, PART 4 Of hot rods and men I was scared. Wait a minute, brave soldier! The whole plan was to disconnect from Kovachek, anyway! All I have to do is go through with the plan, team him up with Major Cadbury, and (gulp!) all my troubles will be over. A cold wind blew through the room. Everything so far required only a little political maneuvering and a lot of physical sweat. Matchmaking two "thinks-the-other-is-straight" senior-ranking soldiers would be something way out of my expertise (mental sweat). Fuck! Why me?? How come me alla time? Turned Out on a Bet Ch. 04 Then a big, black vein pulsed in Cadbury's temple, and before Kovachek could lock his mouth over the piss-hole, gushes of pearly white cum blasted out, splashing and slathering over the sergeant's face. It dripped onto the floor as Kovachek gulped for the rest of it. By then I was pumping my shaft so hard, I knew I would have blisters. I can't stand it! Kovachek milked that huge pole, and I was dying of fucking cum-thirst! This does it! I'm going to find O'Connell and suck his cock down my throat so far his kneecaps will hit my chin! Kovachek sucked the black Superman for all he was worth, and, multi-orgasmic as he was, his eyes rolled back in his head, snarled, and another series of cum shots splattered the major's pants. When everybody (on either side of the door) came back down to sanity, the doctor was pissed. "You stupid son of a bitch! Look at the mess on my pantlegs!" Instantly Kovacheck bent over and began to lick up the spunk from the wool, tonguing and sucking, washing the material in his own spit. Shit, I was jealous. I could almost taste it--the salty taste of sperm mixed with pungent wet wool. Couldn't help myself. I licked the glass. "I like the look of you, Sergeant-boy, down there licking my legs." I thought I was bad, but Cadbury was one cruel bastard. No way would I let him give me a prostate check. "You're going to spread your legs for me, white boy," he went on, "and I'm going to fuck that shaved white ass, and you're going to let me." Kovachek whimpered, "Yes, sir." "But not today." Kovachek's whimper turned disappointed.