Guard Duty
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
New Story guys. Hope you enjoy it.
I was horny as hell, and not able to do anything about it. Stationed in a hot house detention center in Baghdad, watching over several prisoners detained for various reasons. Since we had standing orders to avoid sexual contact with Iraqi women, there was little in the way of sexual release except for Mary and her five sisters. Having been in country for eight month, I was tired of Mary and her sisters.
My partner guard for the evening, was a young soldier from New Orleans, tall, well built, and gung ho. The situation we were in was this; a long hall of cells on one side, most of which were occupied, but since the doors were solid steel, you had to slide the peer window open to see inside. Essentially, we had the night to ourselves, with only the occasional disruption from one or some of the prisoners, or brass. Bobby, my partner for the night, liked to play cards, and after things got quiet, and the brass had left the building, and the detainees were all snoring in their cells, he cracked open the deck he always brought with him.
Sitting at the small table, sipping coffee from the machine at the end of the hall, he dealt out a couple of hands of Solitaire before asking me if I wanted to play something. Cards are not really my thing, but what the hell, the night was long and I needed to get my head of my nuts and dick. I got myself a cup of joe, and sat down opposite Bobby.
“So what will it be?” He grinned at me showing his even white teeth, and a flash of blue eyes. His dirty blond hair had been bleached by the Iraqi sun, and tanned his handsome face to a dark even gold.
“Whatever.” I leaned back on the rear legs of the chair, and sipped coffee while he dealt out the deck.
“Hearts OK?” He glanced at my crotch, which I caught, but thought nothing of at the time.
“Fine. At least I know the rules for Hearts.” I dropped my hand over my cock and balls and gave myself a little squeeze. Bobby grinned, and stuck the tip of his tongue through his lips.
“Horny?” He flashed his eyes at me again.
“Fuck yeah. I’ve jerked off so much, my brain thinks that’s all there is anymore.”
“I know the feeling.” He fanned his hand, and watched me as I picked up my cards.
“Man I can’t wait to get rotated home. I’ve almost forgotten what a wet puss smells like. How about you?”
“I wouldn’t know about that.”
“About what?”
“What a wet pussy smells like.”
“No?” It struck me as odd, a big handsome guy like him not knowing what a pussy smelled like.
“No. I’ve never been into puss much.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“So you’re still a virgin?”
“I wouldn’t say that exactly.” This just puzzled me all the more.
“What would you say then. . . exactly?”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell.”
“No fucking way man!” I just looked at him with my mouth hanging open. I mean, he was one good looking dude, and I knew from being in the field with him he was as tough as nails when he needed to be. I laid my cards down, and just looked at him over the rim of my Styrofoam cup.
“You hadn’t guessed?”
“Huh.” I sipped my coffee. “Not in a month of Sundays man.” He laid a card on the table between us, and my eyes went to it. I picked up my hand, and fanned it out, looking for my play. He just watched me with a slight grin on his face.
“You ever thought of giving my side a try?”
“Uh, no.” I selected a card, and laid it down on top of his. I groped myself again, and found my dick was thicker than it should have been the way this conversation was going.
“Why not?” He laid another card on top of my discard.
“Because I’m straight.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I like puss man. What do you think it means?”
“Well, I got to tell you, I’ve had my share of straight dick, and they all seem to like what I do for them. No complaints so far.”
“Who? Anybody I might know?”
“Ah. You want me to kiss and tell?”
“Um. . .” I laid my cards on the table, and put my discard on top of his.
“Well, I don’t do that. What happens between me and the guys I take care of stays between us.”
“Yeah?” I felt my dick throb in my cammos.
“Yeah. If I sucked cock, and told everybody, then I wouldn’t get much cock to suck pretty quick; would I?”
“I bet if you sucked mine and told everybody, I’d bust your head open.”
“See. My point exactly.” He played a card on mine.
I picked up my cards, and looked for a response discard. We were both silent while I decided what to discard. He got up, and walked the length of the hall, and randomly slid a few peep slots open and peered inside. When he returned to his chair, I glanced at his crotch, and saw he was half hard himself. He picked up his cards, and looked at my discard, before selecting his which slid off the growing pile across the polished table and onto the floor. I leaned down and picket it up. It was the Jack of Diamonds. I laid on top of my discard.
“So which are you?” I sipped coffee.
“Which what?” He leaned back on his chair’s rear legs, and I could see he was harder now.
“What ever you guys call it. Top or bottom?”
“Oh. . . so you know the lingo? You’ve thought about this before haven’t you?”
“Only just wondering what guys do for each other.”
“Well, to answer your question, I guess I’m what we call a versatile .”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“That I do it all, top and bottom. What are you?”
“Explain what the terms mean, and maybe I’ll tell you.”
“Fair enough. A top is a guy who only does the fucking. They usually don’t like the soft stuff, and most of them wouldn’t think of touching another dick. I guess it’s how they maintain their masculinity. Tops a lot of the time, don’t think of themselves as gay. But, you know, any hole in a storm.” He grinned again, and I noticed he had a pair of dimples that made him attractive. He leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table, and looked into my eyes.
‘Now a bottom, he just loves everything about gay sex. He can’t wait to get his hands on a guy and give him all the pleasure his mouth and hole can give.”
I leaned forward and propped my elbows on the table as well. We hadn’t broken eye contact, and my cock was now rock hard. “And versatile?”
“A versatile guy like me, does it all. I suck dick, take it up the chute, and do the same for the other guy if he wants it.” I let out my breath, which I’d been holding in and leaned back on my chair again. My cock was throbbing in my pants.
“No shit.”
“Why? You interested in giving me a try?” He leaned back, and I saw he was as hard as I was, before I shut my eyes, and felt a prickle of sweat break out on my back.
“Try what?”
“Well, maybe we just stick to a blow job the first time.” I’d had a few blow jobs from girlfriends and the two whores I’d been with during boot camp, and they hadn’t been too exciting.
“I’ve had a few of those, and they didn’t do much for me.”
“Women?”
“Yeah. What of it?”
“Not the same. Trust me. I give hot head my man.”
“My cock could use some attention. . .” I let it trail off, and just sat there looking into his eyes.
“Good. I’m a willing and silent partner. You just name the place and time.”
“Bobby, I don’t know. . .”
“Look Roger, I said I’d keep it between us, and I meant it.”
“OK. . . I got it.” My mind was going almost blank as my little head and his two friends took over my imagination. “You suck a lot of dick?”
“More than you can imagine. And most of the guys who do me, are still straight. They just need to empty their balls. I’m happy, and they’re happy. I get a lot of repeat customers, that think I’m good at what I do.”
“Where do you want to do it? My nuts are turning blue as we speak.”
“Sit here on the table.” He patted the table next to the stack of discards. I hesitated for a moment. “Come on man. You’ll like it I promise. And no strings attached. My lips are sealed. Well, not exactly, they have to be open to take that big dick you’re sporting in to do my thing with it.” He smiled at me, and patted the table again. I found myself standing up.
He took my hands, and helped me sit on the edge of the table. I was breathing deeply, and just sat there and watched as he started unbuttoning my cammos. I like to wear standard issue boxers, and when Bobby had them exposed, he looked up at me with a look of lust on his face. He buried his face in my crotch, and took several deep breaths, and I could feel his lips roaming over my stiffness through the blue cloth of my boxers. My cock throbbed once, and a drop of precum began to make a wet spot where it smeared the cloth. Bobby moaned a little, and sucked the wet spot making it bigger than it had been.
He leaned back and looked up at me again, and I felt myself shiver slightly as he reached inside my cammos with both hands, and tugged at my boxer’s waistband. I leaned back on my elbows, and just watched him release my stiff shaft into the air which I felt was growing steamier by the second. When my big eight inches sprang free of the cloth and stood tall and flushed black, I heard him moan again, and start to shiver. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, and he licked my undershaft. It was my turn to moan. He used his tongue to make me think I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Oh jeezus!” I humped at his face, and felt him take firm grip on my shaft. His mouth closed over my dick head, and his tongue ran around my flair, and I humped him again, sitting up and grabbing his head. I pulled him down on my shaft, and felt him gag a little, then the sensation of swallowing around my shaft, and then I went in balls deep. He had my cock deep in his throat, and started riding it like a piston. I started to shivering and letting my hands ride on his head as he sucked me for all he was worth.
After several minutes of his fantastic mouth, he suddenly pulled off, and stood up. His face was red, and he had teary eyes. He was breathing hard as I was, and I just wanted him back in his seat with my dick down his throat. After he caught his breath, I tried to push him back down on me, but he resisted me. I could see he was in lust, but for what I had no idea.
“Come on man suck my cock.” I could almost hear a plaintive tone in my voice, and had a flash of wonderment that here I was, straight all my life, begging a cocksucker to get down on me again. He just shook his head, and licked his lips with his talented tongue.
“I need to get fucked Buddy. I haven’t had a dick up my ass in weeks. This is gonna be my best chance for a fuck in a while, so I want you to shove this dick up my ass and do me right. He had a tight grip on my cock, and I could feel it throbbing. My forehead broke into a sweat.
“Man, I told you I’m straight.”
“Doesn’t matter. You need to get off, and I need to get fucked. Remember, it’s between us.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Bobby. I’m too big to put it up your butt.” He laughed out loud.
“Man, I’ve had bigger than you up there, but I’ll take what I can get.” He was unbuttoning his cammos, and skinning out of them. He dropped his pants, and pulled me off the table still holding my cock tight in his fist. He leaned over, and with his free hand spread his butt cheeks. His soft little pink bud winked at me, and I knew in an instant I was going to give him what he wanted.
“Spit on my hole,” he moaned, and let go of my cock. He braced himself on the table, and watched me over his shoulder as I worked up a wad of saliva, and let it drip onto his winking hole. “Rub it in with your dick head man.” I did, and the sensation of his hot flesh rubbing against my glans, nearly sent me over the edge. I put my cock head at his hole, and started to push. After a moment, he relaxed a bit, and my cock pushed through his sphincter, and it felt so incredible, I just pushed it on into him full length. He moaned, and laid down across the table top.
Not another word was spoken as I started to experience my first assfuck, and my first man. I was in glory as I pounded his tender asshole for all I was worth. Not a single thought passed through my mind about my women, only the tight luscious hole I was pounding with all I had. My girlfriends had never let me do anything half this erotic with them, and I suddenly knew this was something I’d always have a taste for. I’d either get it from women or a willing gay. I was hooked on fucking assholes, and I knew it.
I caught myself before blowing my load, and tried to calm down so I could make these incredible feelings last longer. Bobby was grunting and groaning and moaning under my thrusts, but seemed to understand that when I stopped pounding him it was to make it last longer. He just lay there under me with my shaft shoved up his ass, and, and breathing heavily into his left ear.
After I regained some control, we went at it for another twenty minutes, until I could feel he was about to lose it. When he started to shoot, his ass ring tightened down hard on my shaft, and I lost it completely. Cum boiled out of my nuts, and filled him up. After the forth or fifth shot, it came sloshing out of him around my dick, and I just kept humping into his slick hole until I got too sensitive to take it anymore. I pulled out of him, still stiff as a board, and he turned over and took hold of my cock, and his own. He started jacking on both of us at the same time, and finally, stood up and gripping our two dicks together with his on top of mine, he jacked us both until he moaned out loud, and shot his load into my pubic hairs. He had been packing a big load as I had, and his pearly cum slid and drooled around the base of my cock, as he continued to jerk us both. I could feel his hot cum dripping around my nuts, and felt them tighten up suddenly, and then I was cumming between his legs again.
I moaned with the feeling of two cum shots so close together, but knew he was an expert at knowing how to handle a horny cock. This was much more intense than my usual sexual experiences where my women had just lain there and taken what I had to give. This was more interactive, more pleasurable. I leaned into him, and our lips met, and his tongue found mine, and we kissed long and hot. I was still hard as a rock, and he was still slowly stroking my shaft. The smell of hot sex filled the hallway with its musk, and finally, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pants pocket, and dropped to his knees on the floor and began cleaning my glistening shaft of his ass juices. He dipped the cloth in a cup of cold coffee, and wiped me clean. After a minute of soft stroking, he opened his mouth and let me slip my still hard cock back into his throat. I just stood there and let the sensations wash over me as he finished his blow job.
My third cum shot was just a little bit, but left me shuddering and weak in the knees. I slipped sideways, dragging my now softening cock out of his mouth, and collapsed onto a chair. He placed his hands on my thighs, and grinned up at me with his slobber covered chin glistening in the harsh light of the hallway.
“How was it?” It took me a minute to come down from the sexual high, but when I did, my only response was to lean down to him, and kiss him again on the mouth.
We finally got ourselves together again, and after a long blissful silence, he gathered up the scattered cards, and shuffled them again. “Hearts?”
“Why the hell not.” I got up and fixed us two more Styrofoam cups of coffee. It took a while, but after my breathing was back to normal, I looked into his eyes, and smiled. That had to be the best sex I’ve ever had Bobby.” He just grinned back at me, and laid his discard down on the table.
The End
