So I start undoing your white Navy bottoms right there in the parking lot. At first you try to push my hands away: "Not here," you say.
"Shut up," I reply. "There's no one here." And there isn't. Everyone's gone home but us. It's the middle of summer, but it's the middle of the night and the middle of Texas. Freaks me out a little, city boy that I am, but right now it's working for me: you give up and I pull your pants down. I laugh at your regulation underwear.
But then I yank those down too, and you're exposed from waist to knees, your fine ass gleaming in the harsh parking-lot light, your cock starting to rise. With that encouraging gesture, your body lets me know I can ignore your mouth. The words of your mouth, anyway! I bend you over the back of the pickup.
I draw my hand back and bring it down on your ass, hard. Damn your ass is hard! At first I think I've broken my hand, but it's OK. You stick your ass out more.
Now your balls are showing. I give you a few more hard strokes, until your ass is good and pink. Then I give your balls a good hard flick. You flinch, but don't say anything: I've already told you to shut up. I turn you around; your cock is pointing at the sky. I push you to your knees.
You're so much taller than me that even on your knees you have to bend over to get your mouth to my cock, which you do as soon as I take it out. You start sucking my dick, but I grab your ears and facefuck you instead. Every so often I just pull your head in tight, mashing your face against my jeans.
I know that's not gonna make YOU gag, of course, but I pretend to try. After a few minutes of this, I can feel my balls start to lift. I push you away, roughly.
"On your feet, sailor boy," I say. "Time for the main event." You struggle to your feet while I lower the tailgate. You lie down across it. At your height, with your pants around your ankles, that means your knees are spread wide. If someone drove into the lot, you couldn't possibly get up in time. We both know it. We're hard as pokers! I pull your buns apart to expose your pink rosebud. I drop a big blob of spit on it and massage it in with my cockhead.
"Fuck me," you moan. I haven't told you to talk, but I'm past caring. I give your balls a yank and shove it into you to the hilt. No, to the zipper, dammit. I pop the button on my jeans and let them drop, then start really going to town on your ass, pulling on your balls, slamming into your prostate.
If anyone came into the parking lot now, they'd have no doubt what we're doing. They'd see my hairy white ass bouncing over your smooth pink one. They'd see your whites and my jeans, and they'd know: a civilian is fucking a sailor's ass. It's all I can do not to cum right away.
I've been pushing your hands away from your cock. Only when your balls start to pull up despite my yanking on them do I let you grab it. My balls are boiling.
"You want it, boy?" I ask. "You want my hot daddy jizz in your hungry sailor-boy hole?"
"Oh yeah," you moan, "shoot it in me. Fill me up!" And I do. As I start to cum, so do you. I pull my dick almost all the way out, so I can poke your spasming ring, then push in as hard as I can, squirting my load deep inside you. I keep thrusting as I spray my usual seven jets, and after, just because the feeling of fucking your now cum-sloppy butt is so damned hot.
Finally I pull out. My jizz is inside you; yours is on the ground...and on your pants and underwear. "Oops," I say.
"I don't give a fuck," you say.
I laugh. "I do," I say.
You look at me for a second, then laugh too. "You sure do!" you say. "That was awesome."
"Shut up," I reply. "There's no one here." And there isn't. Everyone's gone home but us. It's the middle of summer, but it's the middle of the night and the middle of Texas. Freaks me out a little, city boy that I am, but right now it's working for me: you give up and I pull your pants down. I laugh at your regulation underwear.
But then I yank those down too, and you're exposed from waist to knees, your fine ass gleaming in the harsh parking-lot light, your cock starting to rise. With that encouraging gesture, your body lets me know I can ignore your mouth. The words of your mouth, anyway! I bend you over the back of the pickup.
I draw my hand back and bring it down on your ass, hard. Damn your ass is hard! At first I think I've broken my hand, but it's OK. You stick your ass out more.
Now your balls are showing. I give you a few more hard strokes, until your ass is good and pink. Then I give your balls a good hard flick. You flinch, but don't say anything: I've already told you to shut up. I turn you around; your cock is pointing at the sky. I push you to your knees.
You're so much taller than me that even on your knees you have to bend over to get your mouth to my cock, which you do as soon as I take it out. You start sucking my dick, but I grab your ears and facefuck you instead. Every so often I just pull your head in tight, mashing your face against my jeans.
I know that's not gonna make YOU gag, of course, but I pretend to try. After a few minutes of this, I can feel my balls start to lift. I push you away, roughly.
"On your feet, sailor boy," I say. "Time for the main event." You struggle to your feet while I lower the tailgate. You lie down across it. At your height, with your pants around your ankles, that means your knees are spread wide. If someone drove into the lot, you couldn't possibly get up in time. We both know it. We're hard as pokers! I pull your buns apart to expose your pink rosebud. I drop a big blob of spit on it and massage it in with my cockhead.
"Fuck me," you moan. I haven't told you to talk, but I'm past caring. I give your balls a yank and shove it into you to the hilt. No, to the zipper, dammit. I pop the button on my jeans and let them drop, then start really going to town on your ass, pulling on your balls, slamming into your prostate.
If anyone came into the parking lot now, they'd have no doubt what we're doing. They'd see my hairy white ass bouncing over your smooth pink one. They'd see your whites and my jeans, and they'd know: a civilian is fucking a sailor's ass. It's all I can do not to cum right away.
I've been pushing your hands away from your cock. Only when your balls start to pull up despite my yanking on them do I let you grab it. My balls are boiling.
"You want it, boy?" I ask. "You want my hot daddy jizz in your hungry sailor-boy hole?"
"Oh yeah," you moan, "shoot it in me. Fill me up!" And I do. As I start to cum, so do you. I pull my dick almost all the way out, so I can poke your spasming ring, then push in as hard as I can, squirting my load deep inside you. I keep thrusting as I spray my usual seven jets, and after, just because the feeling of fucking your now cum-sloppy butt is so damned hot.
Finally I pull out. My jizz is inside you; yours is on the ground...and on your pants and underwear. "Oops," I say.
"I don't give a fuck," you say.
I laugh. "I do," I say.
You look at me for a second, then laugh too. "You sure do!" you say. "That was awesome."
