4 comments/ 18403 views/ 3 favorites A Life to Remember Ch. 01 By: asimplesoldier ***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my first in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** The door had been opened and I knew that no matter how much I wished it hadn't things would never be the same again. It all happened the last weekend before I was due to ship off to basic training. My parents after extorting an agreement from me to be hauled to every relative in Georgia's house my remaining few days agreed to go away that Saturday night. Originally my plan was to invite my girlfriend Sarah over for some . . . quality time before an extended period of enforced abstinence. Unfortunately fate being a cruel bitch her Grandpa passed away and she'd had to go to Florida with her family. Instead I invited over a handful of my friends mainly from the football team and we spent the afternoon eating, drinking the beer my parents had been kind enough to buy before they left and horsing around. Basically the same thing I'd been doing all summer but better on this instance since I knew I wouldn't have an another opportunity like that for quiet some time. As the day turned into night people went home until it was only me and my best friend Tommy sittingn chairs in the back yard passing back and forth a bottle of bourbon I had liberated from my parents liquor cabinet. Tommy's family lived just down the country lane and for as long as either of us could remember we'd been best friends. We'd played together, worked together, gone to school together, and even gone with each other on family vacations. We were best friends true enough but probably because we were both only children we were practically brothers. The level of whiskey slowly dwindling we sat there laughing and talking about our shared experiences. Despite the laughter though the mood was somewhat somber. I was going to the Army in a few days and he leaving for college pretty soon thereafter. We both swore it wouldn't happen to us but we both knew as we moved out into our insulated world we'd likely drift apart. Sad to be sure but a fact of life we'd seen time and again. "So you excited about going to Vandy?" I said trying to ease the sour mood that had settled over us. Tommy looked over but hesitated as if considering what he was going to say. "I'm not going to Vanderbilt," he said finally, "I'm going to go to UCLA." "Holy fuck," I said more then a bit surprised. Tommy's family for generations back had gone to Vanderbilt for college before returning to take a position with the family firm, "How the fuck did you manage that." Tommy laughed wryly. "It wasn't easy," he said a bit sadly, "But I had a pretty good reason." "No shit," I said shaking my head in disbelief. The South can be stubborn in about every way imaginable but when it comes to family tradition it is utterly and totally inflexible. "What the fuck could that possibly be?" "Well," Tommy said quietly as his gaze dropped to his hands, "I'm gay. If I go to UCLA I can finally be myself." If a UFO had swooped down from the sky and landed in the yard in front of us I doubt I could have been more surprised. Here was my best friend, a guy I'd gone out on double dates with. A guy I'd swapped conquest stories with. And he was into men? "I'm sorry," I heard Tommy say in a voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't mean to disappoint you." When I looked over I could see Tommy's warm green eyes shimmering with tears. "No, no," I said finally, "I'm not disappointed just surprised." When he looked up at me I could a thin trail of tears running from his eyes illuminated by the moonlight. "Think about it Ben," he said as he reached up and wiped away the tears with the back of his hands. "It isn't that hard to believe." "The Hell it isn't Tommy," I said thinking about all the women he'd dated, "Christ man you banged Angie all last summer." "No I didn't," he said chuckling half heartedly, "She was the first person I told and she let me make up the stories so I'd be safer." Thinking about it, that made perfect sense. In rural Georgia if you're known or even thought to be gay you will endure everything from ostracism and taunts from people you considered friends to regular beatings. "Have you ever done anything?" I said suddenly curious, "With a guy I mean." "Yeah right," he said the sadness creeping back into his voice, "There's a queer on every corner. What was I supposed to do blow Blake Johnson in the shower after practice? This brought laughter from both of us. Blake I suppose was a good enough guy but I doubt there had been a bigger red neck in South Georgia in a hundred years. I had no doubt that if Tommy had ever tried anything with him he would have been beat within an inch of his life and whispers of a lynching would have started floating around the school. "Well," I said finally managing to choke back the laughter, "You're a cute guy so you shouldn't have any trouble finding a guy out in California. Fuck they'll probably be beating down your door." Tommy said there before he said uncertainly, "You really think I'm cute Ben, I mean really?" In fact I always had. He was three or four inches shorter then me and had a smooth, lean body. Muscular but not to much of a good thing. Knowing what I know now I'd say he had a swimmers build. His best feature though was his face which had a sweetness and innocence to it that defied belief. Short blonde hair bleached almost white by the summer sun framing warm green eyes and full luscious lips. "Yeah Tommy," I said quietly, "You're a beautiful guy. Christ man if I were gay you couldn't keep me away." Tommy looked up at me suddenly serious. "Do you ever think about it? Being with a guy I mean?" I hesitated carefully considering my words. The fact was that although I'd managed to put that side of me aside I'd always been interested in guys. I liked pussy of course but as long as I'd known anything about sex I'd caught myself stealing glimpses of other guys in the locker room studying their bodies, sometimes even thinking about them while I jerked off. "Yeah Tommy," I said reluctantly, "I've thought about it before." "Ever think about being with me?" he asked his voice betraying an enthusiasm I found more then a bit unnerving. "I've never even imagined being with a guy who looked like you. Way out of my league," I said trying to disguise my discomfort with awkward laughter. "Out of your league?" Tommy said laughing, "Jesus man. I am many things but definitely not out of your league." I suppose he was right although I'd never really thought of it that way. Physically we were polar opposites. I had a broad, muscular chest tapering down to a defined six pack and slim, lithe runner's legs. But whereas his face was bright and warm mine was dark. I had jet black hair and icy blue eyes which I always thought conveyed arrogance even if it was unintentional. Course I'd always been popular with the women so I guess there must have been some appeal even if I didn't always see it. "Do you uhm . . . " I said carefully searching for words, "Want to go inside?" Tommy nodded and we quickly went into the house. "Sit down Ben," Tommy said as he flicked on the stereo. I sat down on the couch and stood there watching him as he started swaying slowly to the music. His hips moving back and forth as his hands roamed across his body. Finally gripping the bottom of his t-shirt and pulling it slowly up and off his smooth, tight torso. "Jesus Tommy," I said as I looked over his body. It was familiar from the locker room but now I was seeing it in a new light. A broad smile flashed across Tommy's face as he slowly turned around his back towards me. He looked over his shoulder as his fingers looped over the band of his shorts and tugged them down slowly exposing the smooth , tight globes of his ass. He slid them down his legs and leaned over his ass presented to me as he tugged them off along with his shoes. "My God Tommy," I said as he straighted up and turned around now looking almost bashful as if realizing for the first time he was naked, "You aren't fucking cute, you're absa fucking lootly hot." He blushed bashfully and walked from the middle of the room to where I was sitting on the couch stopping only a few steps away and sliding slowly to his knees. "I thought I had your seal of approval," he said blushing even more deeply as he reached out and gripped my now hard cock through the fabric of my shorts. His touch was like an electric bolt through my body and I felt my muscles tense. Even more so when he slid his free hand up the leg of my shorts and gripped me with it, his warm hands folding around my shaft. "Jesus Ben," he said as his hand slid up and down my length, "It's so hard but so soft. It feels like it's on fire." He reluctantly moved his hand and gripped the bottom of my shorts tugging on them even as I lifted my hips so he could get them down. Free at last my cock sprung up freed at last from their confines. Tommy sat there for a moment looking at it in disbelief almost as if studying it before his eyes locked on mine. "Sarah told Angie you have a huge cock," he said as he slowly gaze back down, "But I never realized." Really it wasn't really all that big around six and a half inches but the fact I trimmed my pubes made it look even bigger as did the somewhat out of the ordinary thickness. It wasn't a beer can by any stretch of the imagination but I'd never seen one thicker. Of course I'd never seen it that hard before either which sort of made me wonder why I'd waited so long to be with a guy. Tommy sat there in silence for a moment his eyes back on my cock studying it as if taking in every feature. Eventually he reached out and gripped it again wrapping his hand around the base as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue out teasing the piss slit and getting a taste of the pre-cum. "Wow," he said as he leaned forward again licking up even more pre, "You taste fantastic." It almost seemed surreal looking down at my best friend as he licked my hard cock his eyes ablaze with desire. Even more so as he leaned forward and parted his lips sliding them slowly over the head of my cock. Without thinking I reached out and put my hands on the back of his head, hair twisted between my fingers as I urged him forward. "You feel so good," I said breathlessly as my cock slid through his mouth inch by inch. As he moved he started humming and I could feel it vibrating against my shaft as he took the last of my cock into his mouth. His smooth face against my trimmed pubes. My head buried deep in his throat. I could feel the muscles of his throat quivering around my shaft as he gagged but he held himself there longer then I would have thought possible before he slowly slid off. As the head popped out of his mouth he looked up at me his warm brown eyes aglow with tears. "Tommy," I said trying to catch my breath, "I need to fuck you." He shook his head as an impish grin flashed across his innocent face. "Not a chance Ben," he said still smiling, "I've waited to long. I'm not going to waste the easy load." I started to reply when he plunged forward taking my entire cock into his mouth in one smooth movement. Again he hesitated at the base for a moment before sliding off but this time he feathered his tongue against the sensitive underside as he moved. He might not have been experienced I thought as he started moving his head up and down my cock but he obviously had some natural talent. All to soon I felt my nuts tightening and my cock throbbing. "Christ Tommy," I said without thought, "I'm going to cum." Surprisingly he slid off and gripped my cock with his hand masturbating me to finish me off. Almost immediately my cock exploded spraying cum off his pretty, young face. Some into his mouth but most across his smooth cheeks dripping down onto his chest. "I just had to see you cum the first time," he said as he reached up and wiped the cum off his face with his fingers. I felt completely spent but as I sat there catching my breath and watching him lick each and every drop of cum off his fingers unbelievably I felt my cock starting to harden again. Finished Tommy looked up at me nervousness flashing across his face. "Do you still want to . . . " he said hesitantly, " . . . you know . . . do me?" Instead of answering I reached down and gripped him under his armpits pulling him up onto my lap. "Try to stop me little man," I said using a nickname I'd given him years ago. He nodded and wrapped his arms around me our bare chests pressed together and our hands roaming over each others bodies. Taking in every bulge and line. My lips playing across his neck teasing him before taking his ear lobe between my teeth. "Ben," I heard him whisper, "Fuck me. Fuck me now." Needing no further invitation I reached down and gripped his hips lifting him easily and carrying him over to the desk in the corner before laying him down on his back. I stood there for a moment looking down at him. He looked so cute. So innocent. "How bad do you want it little man," I said as I reached down and ran the head of my cock up and down his ass crack. "More then anything Ben," he said as he tried to slide his slim body towards me as if trying to impale himself on my cock. My eyes were locked on his as I positioned the head of my cock against his waiting hole and pressed forward. He was so fucking tight I was starting to wonder if there was any way I was going to fit but eventually I felt him stretching to accommodate me as the head slowly slid inside of him. I continued the pressure until I felt the head pop through his ring snapping around closed around the flared head of my cock head. "Fuck," Tommy said practically screaming, "That hurts so much." I hesitated reluctantly not wanting to cause my best friend any pain but his eyes popped open staring up at me. "It hurts," he said whimpering as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, "But don't stop. Fuck me Ben." Without a further word I pressed forward slowly sliding my hard cock into his ass. Inch after inch disappearing. His body trembling below me as I moved forward until finally at long last I felt my pubes come to rest against his smooth ass. His eyes were locked shut and I leaned forward my cock deep inside him kissing him lightly on the lips. "You feel wonderful little man," I whispered in his ear. He opened his eyes hesitantly looking into my face just above his. "You feel huge," he said with a half hearted laugh. I nodded and straightened out before lifting his legs over my shoulders so I had better access. Slowly I slid out of him until only half my cock was still inside him. "Ready little man," I said pausing. "I've been waiting for eighteen years," he said firmly, "I'm more then ready." I started sliding in and out of him slowly not wanting to cause him any discomfort but I could tell from his reddened face and clenched teeth I was completely unsuccessful. "Ben," he said his tear filled eyes still on mine, "Don't fuck me like I'm made out of glass. I said I wanted to get fucked and that's exactly what I meant. Fuck me like one of your cheerleader whores." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my sweet, innocent looking best friends mouth. I doubted I'd ever heard anyone say anything that had turned me on so much. I nodded and slid out until only my head was still inside him. I hesitated for a moment gripping his legs tightly before I slid back into him in one long, hard stroke stopping only when my crotch slapped against his tight ass. "Oh fuck Ben," I heard him moan underneath me, "That feels so right." I didn't even stop for a moment before I started pistoning into him riding his tight ass just like I would my girlfriends pussy. Slamming into him again and again. Our skin slapping together as I railed him. The desk shaking with my movements. I could hear him moaning underneath me as I rode him. Begging me to go faster, harder. I picked up my pace drawing only a little way out before slamming into him. Seemingly impossibly deeper with each thrust. "Fuck little man," I said as I fucked him, "You feel so fucking good." I could feel myself getting close to cumming when I felt the muscles of his ass clamp down on my shaft. Looking down I could see wave after wave of cum spraying across his smooth, defined abs. I stayed inside him grinding my cock deep inside him and I felt myself explode in an orgasm more intense then anything I had ever experienced. My cock exploding as I painted his insides with my seed. I'd never fucked anyone without a condom before and I realized as my cock drained inside him I never wanted to again. Spent I collapsed on top of him. Our sweaty chest pinned together, his cum smeared between us. "Thank you," I heard him whisper breathlessly in my ear. I chuckled to myself but reached down and lifted him again holding his slight body tightly against mine as I carried him into the bedroom. I wish I could say that we were wrong and that we stayed in touch. We wrote back and forth for a while but eventually it tapered off as we both adjusted to our new lives. The morning my parents gave me a ride to the MEP's station for inprocessing I saw him standing at the end of his driveway as we passed by waving sadly. It was the last time I saw him for many years. A Life to Remember Ch. 02 ***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my first in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** * It had been almost years since I'd been with a guy and about as long since I'd even thought about it but as Jason unpacked his belongings I felt the urges come back with an intensity so powerful it was all I could do to control myself. What was it about him? Was it his innocent, naïve face? Regulation cut blonde hair bleached to almost white from the summer sun. His captivating eyes that absolutely glowed or his full, luscious lips. Besides being almost thirteen years younger then me he was also much smaller. He had to have been at least six inches shorter and while my body was broad and thickly muscled even through his clothing I could tell he was lean but defined. Muscular but not to much of a good thing. I don't know why a sweet, innocent kid would bring out such feelings in me but I didn't just want to fuck him, I wanted to own him, to dominate him. To demean him and see tears running down his face as I railed his tight ass. "So you been here long Ben?" he asked as he dropped into the recliner movers had brought in earlier that day. I laughed and got up grabbing a couple beers from the fridge and handing him one. "To fucking long man," I said as I twisted off the cap and took a long pull, "Other then basic and my deployment I've never been anywhere else." "It isn't that bad is it?" he asked uncertainly as he opened his own beer. I shook my head sadly. "Jason it's one of the few posts in the Army people volunteer to go to Iraq just to get away from. Every fucking thing going on here is a show. Just a bunch of fucking spit and polish to impress the muckity mucks." "Jesus," he said quietly sipping from his bottle, "What the fuck do you do for fun?" The post was pretty remote and unlike most it didn't have the host of businesses that seem to spring up outside the gates everywhere else. "Fun," I said laughing, "Go on leave or go to Iraq." "What about women?" he said a grimness settling over him, "There's got to be that at least." "Women?" I asked laughing, "I didn't figure you'd be into that." "What?" he said angrily, "I'm no god damn faggot?" "Sure you are," I said still laughing, "Probably joined the Army to run away from it but it's still there. I can tell. I can always tell." A flush crept across his face and uncertainty clouded his face. "No," he said quietly and without conviction, "No I'm not." I laughed as he sat there uncomfortably passing the beer bottle back and forth in his hands. "Don't bull shit me boy," I said firmly, "I bet when you jerk your pathetic little cock you think about a real man ramming his cock up your ass." "No," he said sadly, "No, why do you?" "Fuck no man," I said as I downed the rest of my beer, "I'm a giver not a receiver." His gaze raised up from his hands and his eyes locked on mine, "You mean you've had sex with guys?" "I've fucked them," I said casually as I got myself another bottle of beer, "Used them just like I would any fucking whore." "Jesus," Jason said obviously surprised by my openness, "What's it like getting fucked Ben?" "No fucking idea," I said with a chuckle, "I told you I don't get fucked." Jason stood up and grabbed himself a beer before dropping back into his chair. We sat there in silence his eyes averted from mine. "What kind of guys do you fuck?" he said finally still unable to look into my eyes. I laughed maliciously. "I think what you mean is would I fuck you isn't it Jason?" "No . . . " he said quietly, "I mean I suppose yes." "Don't worry about it Jason," I said as I took a sip from my second beer, "I wouldn't fuck you with someone else's dick." He actually flinched as if I'd struck him and looked up at me his face looking even more sad and innocent then I would have thought possible. "Why not?" "Go stand in front of the mirror," I said standing and walking over there with him. As he stood there I reached down and gripped the bottom of his t-shirt pulling it off when he lifted his arms. "Now you see," I said as I studied his reflection in the mirror. "No," he said uncertainly wondering what I found wrong with him. I nodded and pulled off my own shirt showing muscular chest and abs. "See the difference now Jason?" He nodded and looked back and forth between our reflections. "It's like this," I said as I walked back to the couch and sat down, "If I want to fuck a pussy I'll go pick up a chick. If I fuck a guy I want him to be a real man, not like you." "I'm not a fucking pussy," he said spinning around so he was facing me. "Christ Jason," I said unable to quell my laughter, "You're sitting there arguing about why I should fuck your ass and you're not a fucking pussy? Jesus you've probably had more cock then a two bit hooker." "No," he said anger creeping back into his voice again, "I've never done anything with a guy . . . anything." "Yeah right," I said still laughing tauntingly, "You're a fucking virgin and I'm Mother Theresa." "Fuck you man," he said angrily as he started pulling his shirt back on. When he had the shirt over his face I stood up and crossed over to where he was standing grabbing his arms and pushing him roughly against the closet door. "What the fuck did you say faggot," I said as I pinned him there my muscular body pressed up against him. "Nothing," he stuttered as he struggled against me. I reached up with one of my hands and gripped his throat squeezing it tightly. "Don't fucking lie to me fag boy." I held him there watching his face turning red as he struggled futilely against me. "Nod if you fucking understand me whore." Tears were streaming down his reddening face but he nodded fear and uncertainty on his eyes but he nodded. As soon as he did I released my grip on his throat. "We have an understanding now fag boy?" I said still holding him even though he wasn't struggling. "Yes sir," he said his voice barely above a whisper as he gasped for breath. "Good," I said smiling evilly, maliciously knowing that from that moment on I owned him. "I tell you what faggot," I said as I gripped his shoulders and pulled him around so he was up against the sink, "It's been a long time since I've had any pussy I think today is going to be your lucky day." "No," he said quietly, "Please don't." "Fuck you," I said as I tore off his shirt, "You go waving your fag ass around all fucking day and think you have a choice when I decide to get a piece." He actually started sobbing as the words came out of my mouth. His vulnerable state making me more aroused then I would have thought possible. Reaching down with one hand I deftly undid his shorts letting them slide down. "No fucking underwear," I said laughing as he stood there naked his shorts pooled around his ankles, "You fucking little slut." "No sir," he said still crying, "I'm not a slut." I just laughed and gripped his hips lifting him up so he was setting on the counter. "Don't even fucking think about fighting fag," I said as I took a step back, "I don't really care whether you're conscious or not when I fuck you." He nodded letting his head hang in shame as I stepped back and undid my jeans sliding them down letting my engorged cock spring free. I hesitated for a moment kicking them off along with my shoes before I moved back towards him putting my hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him back. I reached down and gripped my cock running it up and down his sweet, hot ass crack. Even as I did I saw his cock stirring as he got aroused. "Fucking slut," I said taking his dick in my hand and squeezing sharply, "You like it don't you whore. Can't wait to get my cock shoved up your pathetic ass." "Sir," he whimpered through clenched teeth, "Just do it. Get it fucking over with." I laughed again and let him go smiling down at his tear streaked face as I put the head of my cock against his asshole "I won't lie," I said as I gripped his hips and pushed forward, "This is going to hurt." Relentlessly I pushed forward the thick head of my cock straining against his tight ring. Stretching it out until it finally popped through the ring snapped down on the flared edge of my head gripping it firmly. "Oh fuck," he moaned underneath me, "It hurts so fucking much." "It's going to get a lot worse," I said laughing as I kept pushing forward stretching him out, tearing him open as my cock slowly disappeared inside him. Once again tears were running down his cheeks but he reached up putting his palms on the broad plain of my chest as I slid into him stopping only when my trimmed pubes came to rest against the firm globes of his ass. "See," I said as I reached down and gripped his dripping cock, "I knew you'd like it." He started to protest but I silenced him slamming back into him with one long, hard stroke. "Just relax faggot," I said more aroused then I'd ever been by the look of pain on his innocent face, "It might not hurt so much." His eyes opened as he stared up at me pleadingly. None the less he nodded and I started moving inside him. Our skin slapping together with each deep, hard thrust. Again and again I pistoned into him railing him like a whore. All to soon I felt my nuts tightening and I stopped with my cock buried deep inside him. "Do you want me to cum in you fag boy?" I said staring down at him. "Yes sir," he said breathlessly, "Breed me like a whore." I laughed maliciously and slid out taking a few steps back. "You'd like that wouldn't you, you fucking pussy. Get on your God damn knees." He nodded and reluctantly slid off the counter dropping to his knees in front of me. I stood there and reached down gripping my cock as I stared at this sweet, innocent kid on his knees in front of me. "I wouldn't waste my fucking cum on your pathetic ass." His warm brown were eyes staring up at me as I jerked off. I was close to finishing when he opened his mouth in a broad oval, the sight of which was more then enough to send me over the top and my cock exploded spraying wave after wave of cum across his face. Coating his tongue and running down onto his smooth chest before he leaned forward taking the head of my cock in his mouth to clean me off. "Jesus Jason," I said as I walked over and sat down in his chair. "Go fucking clean up your pathetic ass. I'll be in bed don't make me wait we're just getting started." He nodded once and stood up walking awkwardly into the bathroom. As he hobbled in and closed the door I thought for the first time in a long time that maybe, just maybe the post wasn't the complete shit hole I'd always thought it was. A Life to Remember Ch. 03 ***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my third in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** * It had been six weeks since Jason had moved into my room and I'd been fucking him regularly ever since. He was a cute, innocent looking kid and more importantly I owned him. At eighteen he was about a polar opposite to me physically. Shorter then me a thin and defined swimmers build. Short blonde hair cut to regulation and faded almost to white by the summer sun. Warm brown eyes that shined almost the color of honey and full luscious lips that had brought me great pleasure many, many times since I'd first met him. "Just like I expected," he said as we walked out of the train station in Frankfort where we had scheduled our leave together. I'd been there several years before on R&R leave from Afghanistan and had filled him in on what to expect. Across the street was the same Irish pub I'd spent many a fun filled night at before wandering into the red light district to get some pussy. As I looked over at the cute, young man with me I realized immediately that I wouldn't be needing to seek out there services this time. After we checked into the hotel on the south side of the station we wandered around having dinner at a steak house near the financial district before stumbling across a little bar not to far from the hotel. We sat there for a few hours tossing back shot after shot of schnapps and authentic Russian vodka chasing it down with stout German beer. "Do you mind if I sit down," an obviously native German asked. This wasn't as odd as it seemed since Germans routinely sat down at empty chairs with complete strangers. "Not at all," I said laughing more then a little drunk. The guy sat down and I looked him over immediately deciding that the guy would have been a natural for an SS recruiting poster. Like me broad chested and thickly muscled. Unlike me he had dark blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Introductions were passed and soon enough we were drinking and laughing like old friends. "Can I ask you something?" Johann asked me quietly in German. "Sure," I said laughing grateful I'd learned the language before coming back a second time. He leaned forward conspiratorially, "Are you and the boy together." This made me laugh even more and I nodded. "Yes," I said quietly, "He's my property." "Your property?" Johann asked laughing as an obviously confused Jason sat there listening to us babble in German, "Ever loan him out." "Know what he just asked me Jason," I said looking over at my friend. He shook his head as I knew he would. "He wanted to know if I ever loaned you out. Should I?" Jason's face immediately flushed a deep crimson as he looked over at Johann. "I think that's your choice isn't it sir?" "Well then," I said standing, "Why don't we head back to the hotel and let him take you for a test drive." We finished our drinks before hurrying back to the hotel. Quickly finding ourselves standing in the suite Jason and I were sharing. "Alright," I said as I sat down on the couch, "He's all yours Johann." Johann smiled with a hint of evil flashing across his face. "How do you want it faggot?" he said turning to Jason. Jason's gaze dropped to his feet as he hung his head in shame. "However you want it sir." "Ah yes," Johann said turning towards me and speaking in German, "You've trained him well." I laughed and turned to Jason. "Take off your clothes. Let Johann get a good look so he can decide whether he wants to waste any time on your pathetic ass." Jason nodded and started undoing the buttons of his shirt, his smooth thin chest coming into view as he shrugged it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Not so bad so far," Johann said as he sat down on the other end of the couch. "Take off the rest." Jason leaned forward to pull off his shoes and socks before straightening up to unfasten his belt and trousers. He hesitated for only a second before he let them drop to the floor standing in front of us in his naked glory. "You sure you don't mind if I fuck him," Johann said turning towards me. I shook my head and returned his gaze. "Sure," I said trying to catch a glimpse of Jason from the corner of my eyes, "The fucking queer is just a piece of meat. Do whatever you want." Johann nodded and stood up circling Jason as he slowly undid his clothes. I was big all right but he was fucking huge. If he couldn't get into the SS he sure as fuck could do commercials for steroids. Jason's eyes almost seemed to bulge out of his head when Johann pulled down his pants letting his cock come into view. I'm no slouch in that department either but compared to him I was fucking tiny. He had to be a good eight or nine inches and he wasn't even fully hard yet and practically as thick as I had ever in my life seen even in porno films. "Jesus Christ Johann," I said looking up at him from the couch. Johann just smiled and grabbed him by the arm practically dragging him to the bed. "Get on all fours faggot," he said letting him go. Jason did as he asked although with rather more reluctance then I'd ever seen. Johann crawled up on the bed behind him pulling him around so they were both facing me. "Do you want some lube fag," Johann said as he spit in his hand and ran it up and down the length of his enormous cock. "No?" he said as he placed the head of his cock against Jason's asshole, "Well then it's your funeral." Without warning he pulled Jason back towards him eliciting a scream when his rock hard cock pierced his waiting asshole. "No, no," I said standing, "That just won't do." I stood up and walked over towards the bed pulling my dick from my pants as I grabbed Jason's head and pulled him down. "This should shut you the fuck up." Jason opened his mouth and took my cock into his mouth sliding it all the way into his throat. Even as I did Johann started riding his ass with his enormous tool. I could feel him whimpering around my shaft as he got banged from both ends. Me sliding my cock in and out of his warm, wet ass while Johann fucked him from behind. "Jesus," I heard Johann moan as he slammed into him one last time draining his enormous nuts into Jason's waiting ass. Reluctantly I slid out as Johann's enormous body trembled, wave after wave of cum spraying into Jason's greedy ass. Finally he slid out and sat back on the bed. "Fuck Ben," he said breathlessly, sweat running down his body from the exertion, "If I'd known how good American boys are to fuck I would have railed one a long time ago." I laughed as Jason laid there on the bed panting his ass red from the vigorous fucking. "Roll over on your back Jason," I said looking down at him. "No let me," Johann said laughing as he grabbed Jason and pulled him roughly beside him. I crawled up on the bed straddling Jason's narrow chest my dripping cock pointing at his face. He leaned forward and started flicking his tongue against the head as I gripped my cock and started jerking off. "Think you need a hand," Johann said as he reached out and took my balls in his hand rolling them. That was more then enough to finish me off and my cock exploded spraying Jason's face and chest with my cum. Painting his face with my hot, wet seed. Spent I crawled off him dropping on the other side. "Clean us off Jason," I said looking over at his cum covered face. "Your ass is going to get a Hell of a workout tonight. He looked exhausted bit he did as I said cleaning first my cock, then Johann's before crawling back between us.