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Subject: The Pleasure Boy Platoon In this installment: Adult Youth, oral, rimming, M/b, Military Future installments: anal, incest, bondage The Pleasure Boy Platoon Chapter 1 By GrizzlyDick Author’s Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting youth and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2021 GrizzlyDick, all rights reserved. You may contact me at ail if you like. I welcome constructive feedback or suggestions. All flames will be ignored. Private Rick “The Dick” Johnson… what a name, but it was the one he was born and raised with, well minus the “The Dick” nickname — that name he earned in high school when the whole school found out just how big his dick was… lived for these days. The few days every few months where he and the rest of his platoon got to enjoy some of the pleasures of home. After months of long, hard, sweaty days out in the sun and sand of the desert defending the country in the long and seemingly endless war they would be treated to a little rest and relaxation by the military’s best morale booster, The SRRC the Sexual Release and Relief Center — better known among the troops as The Pleasure Boy Platoon. The concept was controversial at first, but the results of the program quickly convinced the public that the Greeks had the right idea all those years ago. With time it became one of the most honorable things a family could do to send a young boy of their own off to support the troops in a year long tour of duty. When the program was initiated about fifty years ago there was much debate as to whether or not to send girls, too, but the powers that be determined that the risks far outweighed any rewards first there was the issue of pregnancy and secondly it was deemed unsafe to send girls out into what was essentially an active war zone. Rick just arrived at the complex SRRC Base 69223, a large complex in the middle of nowhere — BFE they usually called it… Butt Fuck Egypt… what an appropriate name, well except it wasn’t Egypt but there was lots of butt fucking going on at places like these. These places were like Oases in the middle of the desert. Almost like someone picked up a tropical resort and plopped it down in the middle of the desert. With room for up to 500 men (and the staff, upwards of 700 boys and a training facility where they were educated and trained both formally and in the ways of pleasure), a commissary, a restaurant or two, a bar, two onsite gyms, three huge swimming pools, and a few other things to enjoy. This place really was like a little slice of home, or as close to it as you could get. He stood in line behind the other men in his platoon as they each checked in for their two weeks of rest and relaxation. In front of him was his friend and occasional fuck buddy — in and out of the SRRC — Jason “J.T.” Thomas. J.T. was a bear of a man in more ways than one. In his mid-thirties, 6’10”, thick, coarse, black hair covering his sculpted body nearly 300 pounds of pure muscle. It had been three days since his last shave and he was already sporting an impressive dark black beard. Down his back he had a muscled ass that was covered in a forest of that same thick, coarse, black fur that was always hot and eager for dick. Testosterone absolutely oozed from this man in abundance. Between his legs he boasted a cock that was an impressive 7.5″x5″ and tightly cut. Though Rick had him beat — at least in the dick department, he couldn’t compare in height or hair, or muscle. He was in his early thirties, a little on the short side compared to J.T. at 5’9″ and definitely less muscular, weighing in at 200 pounds even. Rick was covered in a comparatively modest amount of reddish-brown hair. What Rick had between his legs was really something special a 10″x7″ uncut slab of Midwestern American beef. Now ten inches doesn’t sound like much, especially what porn will have you believe, but it was definitely well above average. Rick’s balls were like tanker trucks of cum hanging low in their sack between his legs always ready and eager to explode a hot, sticky load of jizz into an eager hole. J.T. turned to Rick as they were getting closer to the check in desk and struck up a conversation. “Hey, buddy. Are you gonna wanna visit me and mine at all while we’re here or are you just gonna spend the whole time alone in your room gettin’ your rocks off?” Rick looked up at J.T. “As tempting as it would be to spend the whole time blastin’ nuts in my designated pleasure boy, you know I need some of that hot hairy hole of yours and I can never say no to suckin or ridin on that cock of yours neither. And you definitely know from past trips to these places that I love sharin’ and swappin’ mine with you. Besides I’ll be hittin’ the gym and pool almost every day. Gotta keep up my stamina and gotta get some relaxation in between fuckins.” “Damn right bubba I look forward to it.” J.T. grinned looking at his friend, focusing in on his crotch, “I need that dick sooner than later. It’s been what, a week, I’m itchin’ for it. And I can’t wait to plow some boy butt with you.” Rick looked down at J.T. and saw a mound growing in his crotch. J.T. absent-mindedly pawed at his crotch. “I’ll call you in your room once I’m all settled in maybe not tonight maybe not tomorrow but I’ll call you when I’m ready. Oh– looks like you’re next.” The man working the desk, some young, scrawny, redheaded grunt by the look of it, he couldn’t have been any older than 19 took down J.T.’s information. “Name?” “Jason Allen Thomas” “Okay give me just a moment to pull up your file…” The scrawny grunt tapped in his name on a tablet computer. “Okay Private Thomas, I’ve got your information pulled up here. I need to ask you a few things and confirm some information with you and you can drop your things here and we’ll get them sent off to your room.” “Fine by me.” J.T. said, leaning against the counter. “Before we can assign you a partner, I need you to consent to a rapid health screening, it’s quick and easy, all we do is draw a little bit of blood and run it through this machine here. It will analyze it to make sure you’re healthy and free on any sexually transmitted infections: chlamydia, syphilis, HIV and the like. It’s a little prick and doesn’t hurt at all.” “Hmm a little prick. I sure as hell don’t mind a little prick.” J.T. winked. The soldier working the desk visibly blushed. “Okay Private Thomas –” “You can call me J.T. all my buddies do.” J.T. offered, shifting a little closer to the younger soldier “And I think I want you to be my buddy.” J.T. winked again. God damn, Rick thought to himself, J.T. was insatiable but he knew how to get what he wanted, what he needed it must have been all that extra testosterone pumping through his system. “If you can just give me a finger please, I’ll take the sample and run it through the computer.” J.T. offered up his right hand, one of his hulking, hairy paws of a hand. The younger soldier drew an almost unnoticeable amount of blood using a lancet and ran the sample through a machine. “Okay, looks like we’re all clear here. Now from your file it looks like you usually request a room with a shower and a bathtub will that be the case this visit, too?” “Absolutely.” J.T. responded. “Okay, great. Is there anything else you’d like to request for your stay?” “Hmmm… a couple of the best cigars y’all have, a roll or two of grizzly, a bottle of whisky, a nice steak dinner, and you to come visit sometime.” J.T. şişli travesti leaned in closer still, putting on the charm. The young soldier blushed again. “I think we can certainly arrange that. Now as far as any accessories for your stay, is there anything you would like?” A smile crept across J.T.’s face “Restraints, gags, some plugs and dildos, maybe a flogger or a whip?” “Certainly, we can accommodate that.” “Okay, and here is a list of available partners, take a moment to scroll through and take your pick.” The younger soldier handed J.T. the tablet. He spent a good five minutes scrolling through until he made his decision, a wicked smile spreading across his face, and handed it back to the receptionist. “Oh my…well that’s…very interesting…” he leaned forward to J.T. and whispered “you better believe I’ll be comin’ to visit you.” Rick’s curiosity was piqued. If he didn’t love J.T. like a brother, he’d be annoyed at how long this was taking, but he didn’t mind at all and he was legitimately curious about who J.T. had chosen. “Okay J.T. it looks like you’ll be in room 719, here’s your key, place your belongings here and we’ll have them brought up to your room. And if you need me for ANYTHING at all, my name is Kyle Michaels, don’t hesitate to reach out.” J.T. turned to Rick. “Room 719 whenever you’re ready, give me a call buddy. Have fun. I know I’ll be enjoyin’ myself.” “I can help who’s next.” Kyle Michaels gestured toward Rick. Rick checked in with Kyle, flying through the initial questions, unlike J.T. “Okay, any special requests?” “Yeah, I’d like two rolls of grizzly wintergreen, some whiskey, and poppers if you have them. My boy will be needin’ them.” Kyle looked down at the file before him and gasped “Oh yes, yes he will. Okay, go ahead and take your pick of available partners.” He handed him the tablet. Rick scrolled through the catalogue of available boys. He kept scrolling until he found just what he was in the mood for. Thomas Klein, also known as Tommy. Ten years old, 4’6″, 85 pounds, from Louisville, Kentucky, brown hair, green eyes, 4″ erect, uncut. “Good choice.” Kyle commented and then he cleared his throat, “Would you happen to…um…be acquainted with J.T.?” “Yes, yes I am, and if you’re askin’, I’d certainly like to give you some of my meat if ya want it.” Kyle laughed nervously “Oh definitely. Okay, it looks like you’ll be in room 905. Here’s your key. Great room, with a nice view of the pool down below. Go ahead and place your belongings here and they’ll be brought up to your room.” Rick placed his bags on the conveyor belt and they were whisked away, undoubtably being transported by some sort of complicated system. They’d be waiting for him by the time he got to his room. Rick walked to the elevator, punched in floor 9 and the machine made its slow ascent to his floor. The doors opened to a hall with about 30 rooms on either side. He made the short trek down to room 905, swiped the keycard he was given and entered the dark cavern of a room. He flipped the light switch, sure enough his bag was waiting for him just inside the entrance, along with his bag was a small package containing the items he had requested from the commissary. He stepped inside, picked up one of the rolls of dip, opened a can using his index finger, thumped it four or five times and grabbed a big pinch of tobacco and placed it in his lip. Goddamn it had been awhile since he had had his nicotine fix. He sighed deeply and took in the sight. Right off the entrance was a small kitchenette, next to that a living room area with a sofa, two armchairs, a 60″ television, a desk with a laptop, a gas fireplace (it sometimes got very cold out in the desert) and a large window that offered a panoramic view of the grounds, including one of the pools. Off the living room was the bedroom suite which contained a king sized bed, two night tables, a sofa, another fireplace, another 60″ television, and a large sliding glass door that led out onto a balcony. Attached to the bedroom was a spacious bathroom. With a double sink, a stool (so the boy occupying the room could reach the mirror), a shower big enough for (and which had surely accommodated) four or more men, a large soaking tub, and two separate “clean out cubicles” with specialized douching equipment. It wasn’t anything at all like he was used to back at home, but it sure felt nice to be somewhere that wasn’t a tent under fire. There was a knock at the door. Rick walked back to answer the door, on the other side was little Tommy Klein, dressed in a red t-shirt and blue jeans. The boy’s face was hard to read. He looked somewhat like he had seen a ghost. “Well, hello there, you must be Tommy. I’m Rick. We’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. Nice to meet you.” Rick said, offering a hand to the boy. Tommy timidly took his hand and shook. Despite his nerves, it was a nice firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, too, sir.” His boyish voice quavered a bit. “Well, come on in and let’s get to know each other a little better.” Rick said eagerly. Seeing his boy in front of him got his blood flowing down south. Tommy sheepishly entered the room, following the big soldier. This probably wasn’t the boy’s first rodeo, Rick thought to himself by this point he must be a natural, so what’s got him so nervous? Rick walked to the kitchen and grabbed a disposable coffee cup to use for a spitter, then led the boy over to the sofa in the living room, he sat down on the couch, still in his uniform, and patted the spot next to him. “C’mere and sit with me for awhile, Tommy. I’ve been on my feet all day and I need to rest awhile.” He said, placing his booted feet on the small coffee table in front of him. Tommy made his way over to the couch and sat down as Rick picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Rick started scrolling through the programming guide. Lots of shows from back home, international programming, ah there it is the porn. Straight porn, bisexual porn, transgender, gay porn, different channels devoted to whatever interest or fetish one might have. Rick flipped to the gay section and found something he liked big older brutish bear types fucking hot young things bareback. The grunts and groans and moans from the tv filled the room. “Let’s just sit here awhile and watch some of this, Tommy, and hey, why don’t ya snuggle up to me.” Tommy snuggled up to Rick on the couch, placing his head on the man’s lap. Rick bent down and planted a kiss on the boy’s brown hair and sniffed… mmmm smells like home. Nice and clean but also like youth. Tommy was taking in his own smells from his place in Rick’s lap. Musky and sweaty and sandy, like a man, the boy’s bits began to grow slightly taking in the smells and the sights and sounds of the porn on the tv. Rick began slowly and tenderly caressing Tommy up and down up and down his back. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had any comforts of home, little buddy. It’s been over a year since I’ve been back stateside. And it’s been about four months since me and my buddies have been to a place like this.” Rick said, spitting into the cup. “Where are you from, Rick, if you don’t mind me asking?” Tommy asked, turning an eye up to look at Rick. Rick looked down at Tommy, “Middle of Nowhere, Indiana. Somewhere where cornfields outnumber people.” Rick laughed, “Got a family there, well I used to. An ex-wife, two sons and a daughter. They’re with her.” “Oh, I see.” Tommy said “Yeah, my first tour of duty, I got hooked on man on man sex and man on boy sex and, well, my wife was foolin’ around with a neighbor. So it made sense to end things with her.” Rick said watching a beylikdüzü travesti young man take a big hairy man’s balls in his mouth, while still slowly rubbing up and down Tommy’s back. “Your kids, how old are they?” Tommy asked. “Carla, she’s 11. Ricky Jr. is 9. And Justin is 6.” Rick answered, spitting into his cup. “Cool that’s cool. My parents are still together. We’re from Louisville it’s pretty fun. I have an older brother Louie hehe he’s named after the city. He’s 16, about to turn 17. He’s done this before actually for awhile we used to travel together. But he stopped about two or three years ago. I have a younger brother, Matty. He’s just about to turn 5.” “Well don’t that just sound sweet. I bet y’all are a handful.” Rick said, patting Tommy on the back, reaching down to the boy’s jeans and grabbing his little butt. “Though this is a handful here.” He spit into his cup. “Yeah when we’re all together we give ma and pa a run for their money. Though it’s been awhile since I’ve been home, myself, about 6 months. I miss my ma, my brothers, but mostly I miss my daddy.” There was a long silence “Rick, can I ask you a question?” “Sure, go for it Slugger. Hey that’s a good nickname for you, Slugger, since you’re from Louisville and all.” Rick replied. “Do you ever, you know, play with your boys like you do the ones at these places?” Rick smiled and looked down at Tommy, who raised up to look him directly in the eye. “All the damn time, Slugger. Ain’t nothin’ at all to be ashamed of, now is it?” Rick was right. In the last five years or so father/son incest had been legalized, and the legal age of consent had been lowered to five for homosexual sex. It caught on like wildfire and before you know it, normalized to the point where there was almost no taboo or cultural hangups about it. “Every boy’s daddy should be his first lover, his teacher, and above all else, his protector. No better way to bond in my opinion.” The young man in the porno on the tv gagged on the big bear of a man’s cock as he was now skullfucking him. “Right…yeah…I guess…what I’m trying to say is that I miss my daddy so much. I haven’t seen him in person in so long and I miss him. Can I… can I call you Daddy?” Rick spit into his cup again and grabbed the boy’s soft face and looked him in the eyes, “You sure can, son.” A tear started running down Tommy’s cheek. “Hey, come here son, give Daddy a kiss.” Tommy got up and straddled Rick’s lap, facing him, and leaned in for a kiss. It was a sort of timid, boyish kiss at first. Rick grabbed the back of the boy’s head and pulled him in deep. His tobacco covered tongue lashing around inside the boy’s mouth, exploring every inch. The boy’s tongue sheepishly started exploring back and even explored the wad of tobacco in the soldier’s lip. “Hehe ya like that don’t ya, son?” Rick pulled away to ask, looking into his boy’s beautiful green eyes. “Yeah… my daddy does that stuff too. Reminds me of him. Tastes like him. A lot of you soldiers chew that stuff don’t you?” Tommy asked looking back into his soldier’s eyes. “Yeah. Gets pretty stressful out there and it helps calm us down.” Rick answered, pulling the boy back in for another kiss. The boy started gyrating his hips around grinding his clothed ass against the soldier’s uniformed cock. He could feel a considerable bulge in those pants. He grabbed onto the back of the soldier’s head and pulled him in deep as he kissed him hungrily. Rick let go of the back of the boy’s head and started pawing at the boy’s back, up and down, occasionally grabbing his small bubble boy butt. All this kissing and dry humping was getting him really worked up. He could feel his monster of a cock throbbing in his pants. They made out for a few more minutes swapping spit back and forth while Rick molested this little boy and the porn played on the tv. The big hulking daddy bear was bent over while the little cub was voraciously eating his ass like it was his last meal. The man on the tv moaned in ecstasy. Rick broke the kiss pulled away. “I gotta spit son.” He said, reaching for the spit cup and spat an impressive stream of tobacco spit. He reached for the can of grizzly and thumped it a good five or six times in his hand. He opened the can and pulled out another huge wad and packed it into his lip, making it bulge out slightly. “Ya want some, son? I won’t tell ma.” Rick said, winking at the boy. “Um…I’ve tried some before, Daddy. It makes me sick. Makes me gag.” The boy answered, timidly. “Ah, come on. Daddy’ll teach ya. Here,” Rick said, grabbing a small pinch of tobacco “open.” Rick packed the child sized wad of tobacco in the boy’s lower lip, while spitting into his cup. Curious, he opened the boy’s mouth wider and slid a finger in. All the way to the back of his throat. Damn. No gag reflex. He pulled his finger out and looked at his boy. “How ya doin’, Slugger?” Rick asked. The boy looked like he’d be a little sick. “Take it easy, don’t swallow it. Just get used to it. If ya gotta spit, just tell Daddy and he’ll get ya the spitter.” “Um… I have to spit, Daddy.” Rick handed the boy the cup and he spat. The soldier grabbed the boy in an embrace and rubbed up down his back, hugging him. “There we go, that’s a good boy. That’s a good boy. Want some more?” The boy nodded. Rick opened the can and grabbed some more dip for the boy, loading his lip up. “Let’s get used to that and maybe daddy will give you some more. Here, stand up.” The boy got up off the soldier’s lap and stood in front of him. Rick stood as well, facing the boy, who came up to about the dead center of his belly. He looked down at the boy, “On your knees.” Rick said, slightly commanding. The boy dropped to his knees in front of the soldier. Rick pulled the boy’s face into his bulging crotch. “Sniff.” He commanded Tommy breathed in deep smelling the man. The sandy smells combined with his natural body odor and a hint of two day old soap from his last shower. It smelled good, he shuddered. “Here, I’m just gonna put the spitter on the table, so if ya need it feel free to grab it. But I want ya to get to know my body a little better. Just explore all ya want bud.” Rick said, looking at the tv where the big bear from earlier had his boy on his back and was sliding his raw cock in and out of the young cub’s tight and slightly furry asshole. Tommy nodded, and grabbed the spit cup and spat into it before returning to groping at the soldier’s crotch. The boy sniffed and sniffed and grasped at the growing lump in the man’s pants. It felt big. Bigger than anything he had had in awhile. He brought his mouth to the spot where the soldier’s cockhead was and planted a tender kiss before diving in and taking the clothed cockhead into his mouth through the fabric of his pants. What he could smell before tasted at least ten times more potent. Like a man. It was heavenly. He shuddered. Rick reached down and grabbed the boy’s chin. “Here, kiss my ass while you’re at it.” He said, turning around. The boy on his knees sniffed at the soldier’s ass. It smelled even muskier and even manlier than his crotch. He leaned forward and planted a series of kisses on the soldier’s butt, one hand on his left cheek and the other reaching forward to grope at his cock. Rick sighed. This felt good. He needed this. It had been so long since he had a boy kneel before him and worship him. It wasn’t like he was sexually frustrated. He jacked off at least twice a day and he had fuck buds like J.T. and a few others to play with, but boy sex, particularly with a boy who was well trained in the art of servitude and pleasure was a special treat to him. The istanbul travesti boy’s hand left the soldier’s crotch and reached down to paw at his own growing dick through his jeans. Rick turned around “Uh uh. Nope.” Rick said, looking down at the boy “Did I do something wrong?” The boy asked, tears starting to form in his eyes. “Not exactly, but no, you’re here to give Daddy pleasure first and foremost. I don’t want you touching yourself unless I say it’s okay. Daddy won’t neglect you and he’ll give you plenty of attention down there, but you are to do as I say, boy. Understood?” Rick said sternly, reaching for the spit cup. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” Tommy answered, also reaching for the spit cup. “Good boy” Rick said, tousling the little boy’s hair. “now undress me.” Tommy stood up and unfastened the soldier’s belt, undid his pants and freed the heavy bulge in his red boxer briefs. The boy let the pants fall to the floor and he reached up and pulled up the olive green t-shirt, revealing a furry chest. Rick pulled the shirt off the rest the way and tossed it aside, carelessly. He grabbed the boy’s head and guided it to his right pit, his sweatiest usually. “Sniff.” Rick got off on scents and liked having his playmates sniff and smell him. The boy put his nose in the hot, moist, hairy pit and sniffed deep. The smell was wonderful. He stuck out his tongue, taking in the taste of the man. She shuddered again. This man had a crazy effect on him. “Ya like that don’t ya, son?” Rick asked “Uh huh.” Tommy nodded. “Good boy. Now back on your knees, undo my boots and sniff and lick my feet.” Rick commanded. The boy dropped to his knees, untied Rick’s boots, pulled them and his socks off and started sniffing and licking. Taking in all the scents and tastes the soldier had to offer. His little boy cock was harder than ever. “Good. Now take my pants off, but leave the underwear on.” Rick said, looking down to the boy. On the tv another scene had long since started. A cigar smoking daddy bear was sitting on a chair outside a log cabin, while some young cub, couldn’t have been older than 16 was between his legs licking at his cock. Rick was enjoying the porn and the boy kneeling before him as he stepped out of his pants. He put his hands up, behind his head and let the boy go back to exploring. A large wet spot had appeared on the red boxer briefs, Rick had been leaking his precum for some time now. Tommy sniffed and licked and kissed and groped at the gargantuan cock. Rick sighed. Damn this felt good. He turned around, showing his ass to the little boy again. “Pull them down. I want ya to sniff my ass, tongue it, eat it. It’s been a couple days since I had a proper shower but I clean real good down there.” The boy nodded and pulled down the soldier’s underwear, revealing a furry muscled ass. The musky scent wafted over him and he shivered with pleasure. With both hands he spread the soldier’s ass open, put his nose between those furry cheeks and inhaled deep. It smelled so so so good. He stuck his tongue out and tasted that tangy, musky man ass, liked what he tasted and dove back in for more, hungrily eating that ass. Rick moaned in pleasure. Rimming and getting rimmed was one of his favorite things to do. Tommy ate his ass for what seemed like a good ten minutes before Rick, pulled him up, and planted a kiss on those talented little lips. §”Mmmm tastes good. Now let’s see what that mouth can do for my cock.” Rick and Tommy both spat into the spit cup and Rick added some more dip to both their lips and pulled his underwear completely off before sitting down on the couch. The man was fully naked with a full ten inches of hard man cock and the boy was still fully clothed. “On my knees, in front of me and start sucking.” Rick said, mimicking the scene on the TV. To his surprise, the boy was able to take all ten inches of throbbing daddy dick down his throat with no issue, no gagging whatsoever. Even the most talented of cocksuckers Rick had had in his life had to get used to it at first. Rick’s cock snaked its way down, down, down the boy’s throat, in and out in and out. The boy pulled back till just the head was in his mouth and worked his tongue all around the glans under the foreskin, tasting just a hint of smegma before diving back down to take the cock deep in the back of his throat again. His mouth and throat felt hot and wet and silky smooth. He started working up a good rhythm doing this, while Rick sat there mouth agape drinking in the pleasure on his rod, staring down at the talented young cocksucker listening to him and the sounds of the blowjob on the TV. This was good, this was bliss. Rick grabbed the spit cup and spat a stream of black dipspit into it. He lifted his legs up onto the coffee table on other side of the boy and scooted down the couch cushion. “Get my nuts and hole boy and make sure to stroke my cock.” He commanded. Tommy slid down and started sniffing and licking and sucking on Rick’s salty, sour hairy balls. He moved from the balls to the taint, to the soldier’s asshole in one solid motion, back and forth while he stroked his cock with both hands. Rick groaned loudly, in absolute ecstasy. This felt so fucking good. He needed this, you couldn’t get oral service like this out in the field. His ten inch pole was throbbing, signaling to him that he needed to fuck. The boy’s ass wasn’t at all ready for it, he’d need to clean out his hole and he’d have to find those poppers to prepare him, so Rick knew he’d just have to skullfuck the boy. “Back on my cock, son.” Rick commanded. In a flash the boy took the throbbing member into his mouth. Rick stood up and grabbed both sides of the boy’s head, while the boy reached back and grabbed Rick’s hairy ass. Rick started pumping, all the way in, balls deep and pulling out until just the tippy top of his head was in the boy’s throat. He started fucking hard and fast, the boy was drooling on the floor, what little dip the boy had in his lip had long since spilled out into Rick’s pubes or onto the floor. The soldier’s breath picked up as he rutted in the boy’s mouth. Moaning and groaning enjoying the sensations on his cock, he fucked the boy’s throat for a solid fifteen minutes until finally he called out loud as he possibly could “OH GODDAMNIT FUCKIN’ SHIT YES!!! I’M CUMMIN’, SON!!! DADDY’S CUMMIN’ IN YOUR HOT TIGHT THROAT!!!” He pulled the boy’s mouth into his crotch, nose pressed to his pubic bone, balls resting on his chin as he shot is hot load. One, two, three, four, five powerful jets of all American jizz. The boy gulped them down greedily. Rick pulled out, till his still spurting cockhead was just in the boy’s mouth and shot one, two, three, four more streams of cum into the boy’s mouth. He pulled out and pried the boy’s mouth open. “Show me that jizz, son. Daddy’s jizz.” The boy complied, showing him a mouth full of adult cum. “Ya like the way that tastes, son?” The boy nodded. “Swallow.” Tommy gulped down Rick’s load and Rick smiled. He plopped back down the couch, sweaty and relieved of his first load of the night. “Goddamn, Slugger, ya did a damn fine job. I haven’t had an expert dick suckin’ like that in too long. Whew. That’s just the first load of the night, too son. But first, Daddy needs a drink. By the door, next to my bag there’s a box. There should be a bottle of whiskey in there. Go to the fridge and get some ice and fix me a drink. Grab yourself something to drink from the fridge, too, then join me back here on the couch and we can talk about what to do next.” Rick said, panting. He knew he was going to have lots of fun with little Tommy Klein over the next two weeks. Thanks for reading. This is my first attempt at a story. I hope it got your cock nice and hard and maybe you shot a load to it. If you want to read more about Rick and Tommy and J.T. and all the rest, send me an email and let me know. Open to constructive criticism.

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