I’ve always had fantasies about them.  Sometimes I’ve wanted to be with them for the obvious reasons – they’re in shape, they do what they’re told, they’re broken down and built up, plus who can resist fucking a guy while tugging on his dog tags?  Cliché I know, but oh the fantasy.  But truth be told, two more reasons deal with the fact that when you’re around military guys, they’ve learned to be extra comfortable around other men in a non-sexual way that other straight men who have gone through the military haven’t and because even though military men have been taught to think as a unit, they’re often the guys who have the strongest individual souls. This guy Clay is one of those guys.  He grew up in a small town in

Alabama called Arab.  His mother left his father when they were pretty young, she raised Clay and his brother while working two jobs.  The older brother got the money to attend college; Clay didn’t have the grades, he didn’t wanna stick around in the small town so he enlisted. 

 He did boot camp, was stationed in Germany, Panama and

Korea, which is where he finally got his groove on, and by that I do mean groove on.  He had already been taught to function as a cog, he’d done that for quite a few years, but at the same time he also had been nurturing his soul, which made him realize he no longer felt proud to be in a military that didn’t want him.

 He rolled over in bed, sucked my dick a few times to avoid answering my question if his unit knew he was a talented cocksucker.  I moved away from this beaut with the light blue eyes, trim body with moderate hair on his chest, small nipples that stood erect, adorable ass and a smallish Aztec Sun tattoo inked less than an inch from where his ass crack opened, looking for an answer.   Clay hadn’t planned on telling me, but since I’d asked, he revealed that just before we hooked up at Roosterfish last night, he had sent an e-mail to his superior and came out.  Clay was sure that by the time he reported to the base in two weeks, there’d be an investigation, there was even a chance he’d be discharged by then.  Clay told me I could be fucking an officer now, but a civilian tomorrow.  I fired back he was sexy both in and out of uniform, though out was better. 

I pushed him onto his stomach, stuck my tongue up his ass, which had wisps of hair running from balls to hole, then ordered him to get on all fours and stick his butt up in attention.  Clay responded like a good soldier, laughing, when he’s a civilian, next time it won’t be like this…  I goosed him, would there be a next time, as I unrolled a condom on my dick and gently slid my schlong deep, deep, deep into the guy who talked military speak as I fucked the hell out of him doggie style.   Before the morning light crept through the window, I awoke to find him standing naked by the window save for his dog tags, looking, thinking.  When he turned, I scared him, he didn’t know I was there, watching.  I grabbed his hand, his sweaty palms let me know more than he could say.  We sat on a bench next to the window, I rubbed his hand, then his arm.   

This was the sexiest, most intimate moment we had had, neither said a word, we just were.   We crawled back into bed.  Several hours later, lying on my stomach, I awoke to the gentle sensation of a tender mouth wrapped around my hardening penis.  I felt my cock maneuvered through my legs and being sucked, licked.  Occasionally my testicles would also enjoy Clay’s attention as he carefully coddled one, then the other in between his lips.   

I hid from him the fact I was awake until I felt his talented tongue tasting my sweaty asshole.  He licked it like a lollipop at first, I tried not to let on that I was awake, but the tingling I experienced, I couldn’t hold back any longer and my tail betrayed me.  I moved, adjusted myself, but he grabbed my cock, kept it parallel to the sheet, not letting it flop against my stomach.  With one hand, he jerked me off, with the other, which he slid under my torso, he tweaked my nipples as he ate my ass with increasing ferocity.  Clay was a talented boy that morning and judging by the attention he gave me, he was burning off tons of nervous energy.   To give him a break and to keep from cumming, I flipped myself over onto my back, he crawled onto my body, thinking he was in control, but at the last minute I kept him rolling, letting me take the top spot.  When he figured out what I was up to, he resisted and we wrestled like gangbusters on the bed, tossing and turning, fighting for position on the California King until somehow I managed to get him back on his back with both his legs pressed up against my shoulders and my dick, turned on more than ever, brushing up against his pie hole.   

Clay tried to slip it into him, but I wouldn’t let him, not without a condom.  Later he would thank me (not cause I got anything, but for keeping my wits about me and not taking advantage of him.)  I reached onto the nightstand, stuck on a condom and penetrated him again.  We didn’t say a single word as I fucked him pretty intensely at first, but then as I was nearing climax, he became the garrulous guy, ordering me what to do as he lifted his hips and pulled his body against my pelvis as hard and deep as possible to control the fuck while I played with his raging hard-on, both of us dripping in sweat, and he pushed out a huge amount of semen, more than the previous sex, onto his chest, over his head and on the backboard.  I pulled out quickly, got rid of the protection and blew my spunk onto his face and neck and arm. I collapsed onto him, our seed mixing.  Then we lay side-by-side, staring at the ceiling, still quiet.  All of a sudden, Clay started laughing, so did I, all of his nervous pent-up energy disappeared.  He kissed me.  I wanted to tell him that no matter what happened, he was always welcome here, but I didn’t want to sound like a naysayer who was suggesting he was about to get the boot, so instead I just kissed him back.  He was ready for whatever might come.   

Three days later, I got an unexpected call from Clay, who was in a great mood.  Where was he?  Headed back to the base.  What happened?  Clay’s supervisor outed himself to Clay.  He told Clay not to bring this subject up again, not cause he felt it wasn’t important to be true to oneself, but cause things are changing in the military and to throw away his service when soon, very soon, he could serve openly and proud and not lose his benefits – he should wait, if he can. Clay was thrilled, he wanted nothing more to do than to serve.  Next time he’s in town, he promised to drop and give me twenty, twenty thrusts with that magic, military pelvis of his.        

Standing before me, I had two unique Australian specimens, notable not cause of their sharp accents or cause they were gorgeous or cause they were babe-a-licious brothers, but due to the fact they sported the fattest cocks I’d ever seen.  How to handle such a treasure trove??? 

First, I made Allen and Ian line up in my bedroom.  Allen stood two inches taller than Ian; he also had ten pounds on his younger brother.  Both guys’ bodies were in perfect form, though, ripped in all the right places.  I noticed Allen had added a nipple ring and a tattoo of the Australian flag on his other pec since we last slept together.   

I bent down in front of their man-meat, chose Allen’s cock first.  His was as I remembered it – uncut and gagworthy.  He had trimmed his pubes way, way down since I last had seen him, which of course made his cock appear even bigger.  Trust, it didn’t need to be and when I took him in my mouth as far down as I could go, I nearly choked when he thrust his ass a little.  

With Allen’s dick in my mouth, I let my hands migrate to his brother’s balls; fingering his low hangers in the middle of the night, when they were already at their most relaxed, I loved how they sunk way below his cock.  I pulled my mouth away from Ian, then began to suck Ian’s swizzle stick, first slurping the tip, gingerly pulling the loose skin back down the shaft and teasing the head with my tongue.  He leaked.   I remembered now that during my entire shoot with his brother Allen in Brazil, Allen’s spigot remained tight as can be, he didn’t shed a drop of pre-cum, but Ian started edging like mad.  Salty-sweet, I like it.   

I tried to swallow Ian’s dick all the way to the base, but I only got as far as I did with Allen.  My eyes watered.  I thought I’d have a shot, hoping that my throat had already been widened, but no suck luck.  They weren’t going to get the best of me, or so I thought… 

I turned them around, slapped their sweet asses a couple of times, leaving light red splotches.  Then I made them touch their toes as I licked each of their assholes, which curiously enough were different.  Allen’s had a tuft of hair sticking out from the crack, while Ian was hairless (not shaved) as could be.   

When I was busy rimming one, I made sure to finger the other, alternating back and forth between asses.  With every rotation, I managed to increase the number of fingers in the hole.  By the time I had been with them four times each, it was definitely time to fuck.   

Ian slipped a dinger (Australian for condom) on my dick, I fucked Allen first.  Having fucked Ian less than 24 hours ago and knowing Allan had done gay porn, I was surprised the latter possessed the tighter hole.  I figured that with his porn star past, Allen would’ve been easier to penetrate, but I was wrong.  Course with that horse dick, it made more sense that he’d be on top.   

I pumped Allen for a long time, so long that I sweat like crazy.  Ian kissed me, sucked on my nips in the meantime.  I noticed the two brothers touched from time to time, but there wasn’t anything weird going on between them.  After I flipped and fucked Allen with his legs in the air, I sensed Ian was becoming jealous so I had Ian lie down next to his brother; I popped on a fresh dinger, began pounding Ian like mad, so fast and furious that I ended up pushing him halfway across the bed.  

I had to climb onto the bed in order to reach him proper, which was good, finally I was able to hold him in the same place, tilt his ass high into the air and use gravity as a force to drill him.  Ian started jerking off, his fat cock fully grown and leaking, no make that dripping like mad.  Did he want to cum like this?  Not yet.    

As I fucked Ian, I felt two hands reach around my chest, tweak my nipples.  Next I realized Allen’s cock was rubbing up against my ass.  He had climbed onto the bed, slid behind me, started kissing my neck, massaging my chest.   

Would I consider being their Lucky Pierre?  Did I think that this time I might be able to let him fuck me all the way?   

I was already so sweaty, so into them, where was all of my control?  I wasn’t sure how everything was going to work out, but I definitely was turned on by the offer and so I gave Allen the go-ahead.  He popped on a condom, a magnum, then as I fucked Ian, Allen ate my ass with enthusiasm, he really wanted to have as good a chance as any to penetrate me.   

Ian ordered Allen to hurry up, he was at that point where he couldn’t hold on much longer.  Ian wouldn’t let me touch his dick anymore, he was that close to shooting.   

Allen abandoned my ass with his tongue, climbed on top of me, and I stopped thrusting my hips into Ian, worried that a bounce back out of Ian will mean too quick of an entry into his brother.  Allen managed to get his cock’s head inside me.  With most guys, that’s the hard part, but when it’s the same all around from top to bottom, it takes a lot of adjusting.  No problem for Ian, he was grateful for the respite; his pre-cum created all kinds of webs all over his chest.   

Allen succeeded, he was all in, could he push?  Sure.  As he thrust in earnest, I started my dance with Ian.  My dick, moving again, was aroused big time, after a good 25 minutes of acrobatic fucking, I’m at the point where I could cum pretty quick.  Ian was just about ready, too – how about Allen?  He was definitely close, what would get him off would be to put all his weight on me, could I handle it?  Would it smush his brother?  Ian was good, so as we head for climax, Allen sweat like a mad fiend, pile driving my ass with a dick that has spread me open while I’m being pushed far, far inside of his brother, who groaned in ecstasy and pain and pleasure and we were all going at the same time, the bed shook, the sweat dripped onto Ian and then it came, Ian first, he blew a cannon of a load on his chest at precisely the time that I shot deep inside of him at the same time that Allen fired his spunk into his dinger still deep inside of me.  

As I slid out of Ian and Allen pulled out of me, I knew gay brothers don’t have sex with each other and if they did, they certainly wouldn’t do it with another guy in the room, but what was Allen thinking when he was fucking me as I fucked his brother?