It was a hot night in Afghanistan and Deke had just finished sending his girlfriend an email and a photo of himself stripped to the waist. He was missing her a lot these past few days and, after he signed off the internet, he thought he’d rub one off just to relieve his growing tension. Just as he was beginning to get aroused, remembering how it felt to fuck his girlfriend’s pussy, Stef walked into the tent. Seeing Deke in action, he smiled and asked, ‘Hey, bro, you need a hand/”
Deke was surprised by the offer and, as he thought about it, intrigued. After a long moment of silence, he glanced over at his buddy and said, ‘Yeah, Stef, maybe you could give me a hand here.” The rest of the platoon was out on patrol so nobody else was around and he thought it might be cool to have another dude jacking off his meat for a change. Deke could tell that Stef hadn’t expected his answer but his buddy was game. With a sly grin on his face Stef walked over and started jacking Deke’s hard cock.
Deke was surprised just how good it felt having Stef jack him. He got so into the erotic sensations he was feeling that he didn’t even notice Stef slip a hand between his legs and begin rubbing his puckered rosette. He didn’t notice it until Stef suddenly jammed a rigid finger through Deke’s sphincter and up into his anal channel.
“What the fuck man?” he asked, his eyes widening with shock. “What the fuck are you doing, bro?”
“Relax, bro, relax,” Stef soothed, as he began softly moving his digit back and forth inside Deke’s hole. Deke was about to voice an angry retort when Stef’s finger collided with Deke’s prostate. It was like an electric shock had ricocheted throughout his body. “Oh, fuck, man, Oh, fuck,” Deke murmured.
“That’s it, bro. Go with it. Go with it,” Stef urged, intentionally beating a tattoo against Deke’s prostrate. In just seconds, Deke was thrashing around on the cot, moaning in sexual arousal as the pleasure just kept cascading through his body. “Oh, God. Oh, God. That feels so fucking good. So fucking good.”
Deke was so caught up in the incredible sensations washing over him that he didn’t even notice when Stef added a second finger and then a third. Deke was just writhing all over the cot now, scarcely aware of what was going on until he opened his eyes and was shocked to see that Stef was now naked and was lifting Deke’s legs over his shoulders. “No, man. No, man. Don’t,” he pleaded, suddenly aware of the precarious situation he was in.
“Sh, Deke,” Stef responded, placing his fingers firmly on Deke’s lips. “Trust me, Deke. It’ll be okay. It’ll be great.” And with that, he thrust his hips forward, driving his fully tumescent Man-cock deep inside Deke’s anal fuck-chute.
“Argh,” Deke loudly groaned as his back-hole erupted in pain as it was violated for the first time by a hard-driving penis. He felt Stef’s fingers clamp down on his mouth, muffling his scream. He began struggling against his buddy, trying to dislodge his bro’s dick as it continued to bore deeper and deeper into his ass.
But Stef had the advantage of both size and position and he used both to begin fucking his big dick in and out of the tight, furnace-like confines of Deke’s no longer virgin fuck-hole. Beneath him, Deke continued to struggle, though little by little his efforts lessened as the futility of his situation became apparent. He was being fucked, fucked like a bitch, and there was nothing he could do about it. He could feel the tears of pain and frustration seeping down his cheeks, which just served to make his humiliation even worse. He was being raped and he was powerless to protect himself. All that was left for him was revenge.
But even as those thoughts of revenge were crystalizing in his mind, Deke became aware that despite all the pain he was feeling as Stef continued to fuck him, his own dick was hardening up. He was becoming aroused as Stef continued to fuck him. And suddenly all the pain Deke was feeling, all the feelings of shame and humiliation that had overwhelmed him, seem to morph into an aching hunger, a ravenous sexual hunger whose intensity shocked him. And before he even realized what he was doing, Deke started raising his ass up to meet Stef’s downward thrusts. And he heard himself begging, pleading with Stef. “Oh, yeah, man. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.”
And Stef did exactly what Deke begged him to do - he fucked him hard. Hard enough that Deke thought Stef might split him in two; hard enough that Deke thought he might never be able to walk again. And yet Deke never stopped urging him on, begging Stef to fuck him harder and harder. Until, in a blinding climax, they both shot their loads at the same time, Deke’s shooting far up into the air, Stef’s spraying deeply inside Deke’s ravaged manpussy.
Deke had no idea how long it took him to recover from his incredible orgasm but, when he did, the first thing he was aware of was the feeling of Stef’s hard cock, still buried in his ass-hole, but beginning once again to move in and out, in and out. Deke opened his eyes to see Stef smiling down at him. “That was really great, bro, wasn’t it? Better than even I thought it would be. What say we go for another one - you and me?”
Deke was about to protest when he heard himself groan again. God, it felt so good. Stef’s cock felt so good inside his fuck-hole. Deke could scarcely believe just how good it felt - how right. So Deke found himself smiling back at his buddy. “Sounds good to me, bro. Sounds good to me.” And as the two of them began rutting away in mutual lust, all thoughts of Deke’s girlfriend - his former girlfriend - had been overwhelmed by the realization that Deke didn’t want Stef to ever stop fucking him. Ever.
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It was a hot night in Afghanistan and Deke had just finished sending his girlfriend an email and a photo of himself stripped to the waist. He was missing her a lot these past few days and, after he signed off the internet, he thought he’d rub one off just to relieve his growing tension. Just as he was beginning to get aroused, remembering how it felt to fuck his girlfriend’s pussy, Stef walked into the tent. Seeing Deke in action, he smiled and asked, ‘Hey, bro, you need a hand/”
Deke was surprised by the offer and, as he thought about it, intrigued. After a long moment of silence, he glanced over at his buddy and said, ‘Yeah, Stef, maybe you could give me a hand here.” The rest of the platoon was out on patrol so nobody else was around and he thought it might be cool to have another dude jacking off his meat for a change. Deke could tell that Stef hadn’t expected his answer but his buddy was game. With a sly grin on his face Stef walked over and started jacking Deke’s hard cock.
Deke was surprised just how good it felt having Stef jack him. He got so into the erotic sensations he was feeling that he didn’t even notice Stef slip a hand between his legs and begin rubbing his puckered rosette. He didn’t notice it until Stef suddenly jammed a rigid finger through Deke’s sphincter and up into his anal channel.
“What the fuck man?” he asked, his eyes widening with shock. “What the fuck are you doing, bro?”
“Relax, bro, relax,” Stef soothed, as he began softly moving his digit back and forth inside Deke’s hole. Deke was about to voice an angry retort when Stef’s finger collided with Deke’s prostate. It was like an electric shock had ricocheted throughout his body. “Oh, fuck, man, Oh, fuck,” Deke murmured.
“That’s it, bro. Go with it. Go with it,” Stef urged, intentionally beating a tattoo against Deke’s prostrate. In just seconds, Deke was thrashing around on the cot, moaning in sexual arousal as the pleasure just kept cascading through his body. “Oh, God. Oh, God. That feels so fucking good. So fucking good.”
Deke was so caught up in the incredible sensations washing over him that he didn’t even notice when Stef added a second finger and then a third. Deke was just writhing all over the cot now, scarcely aware of what was going on until he opened his eyes and was shocked to see that Stef was now naked and was lifting Deke’s legs over his shoulders. “No, man. No, man. Don’t,” he pleaded, suddenly aware of the precarious situation he was in.
“Sh, Deke,” Stef responded, placing his fingers firmly on Deke’s lips. “Trust me, Deke. It’ll be okay. It’ll be great.” And with that, he thrust his hips forward, driving his fully tumescent Man-cock deep inside Deke’s anal fuck-chute.
“Argh,” Deke loudly groaned as his back-hole erupted in pain as it was violated for the first time by a hard-driving penis. He felt Stef’s fingers clamp down on his mouth, muffling his scream. He began struggling against his buddy, trying to dislodge his bro’s dick as it continued to bore deeper and deeper into his ass.
But Stef had the advantage of both size and position and he used both to begin fucking his big dick in and out of the tight, furnace-like confines of Deke’s no longer virgin fuck-hole. Beneath him, Deke continued to struggle, though little by little his efforts lessened as the futility of his situation became apparent. He was being fucked, fucked like a bitch, and there was nothing he could do about it. He could feel the tears of pain and frustration seeping down his cheeks, which just served to make his humiliation even worse. He was being raped and he was powerless to protect himself. All that was left for him was revenge.
But even as those thoughts of revenge were crystalizing in his mind, Deke became aware that despite all the pain he was feeling as Stef continued to fuck him, his own dick was hardening up. He was becoming aroused as Stef continued to fuck him. And suddenly all the pain Deke was feeling, all the feelings of shame and humiliation that had overwhelmed him, seem to morph into an aching hunger, a ravenous sexual hunger whose intensity shocked him. And before he even realized what he was doing, Deke started raising his ass up to meet Stef’s downward thrusts. And he heard himself begging, pleading with Stef. “Oh, yeah, man. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.”
And Stef did exactly what Deke begged him to do - he fucked him hard. Hard enough that Deke thought Stef might split him in two; hard enough that Deke thought he might never be able to walk again. And yet Deke never stopped urging him on, begging Stef to fuck him harder and harder. Until, in a blinding climax, they both shot their loads at the same time, Deke’s shooting far up into the air, Stef’s spraying deeply inside Deke’s ravaged manpussy.
Deke had no idea how long it took him to recover from his incredible orgasm but, when he did, the first thing he was aware of was the feeling of Stef’s hard cock, still buried in his ass-hole, but beginning once again to move in and out, in and out. Deke opened his eyes to see Stef smiling down at him. “That was really great, bro, wasn’t it? Better than even I thought it would be. What say we go for another one - you and me?”
Deke was about to protest when he heard himself groan again. God, it felt so good. Stef’s cock felt so good inside his fuck-hole. Deke could scarcely believe just how good it felt - how right. So Deke found himself smiling back at his buddy. “Sounds good to me, bro. Sounds good to me.” And as the two of them began rutting away in mutual lust, all thoughts of Deke’s girlfriend - his former girlfriend - had been overwhelmed by the realization that Deke didn’t want Stef to ever stop fucking him. Ever.