During my four-year tour of duty aboard the U.S.S. Ashtabula (the Great Gray
Whale), I had the opportunity to meet many good-looking young sailors;
fortunately for me (and, for these stories), several of my ship-mates were
interested in a bit more than casual friendship. Over the course of my first two
years on the "Happy Ash," I'd fallen in love for the very first time, and, had
my young heart broken when that love was taken away from me by the Navy's damned
transfer regulations. But, since I was taught to make the best of a bad
situation, I assuaged my hurt feelings in the only way I knew: complete and
total physical gratification. In other words, I turned into a slut. If it was
male, had a bit of hair in the appropriate places, got nice and hard, and, could
pump out a healthy load of sweet, juicy spunk, I wanted it in my mouth and/or in
my ass. Now, of the dozen or so fellow sailors that I had sex with, I would
guess that no more than one or two of them were actually gay or bi; most were
merely incredibly horny teenagers who weren't all that picky about the sex of
the mouth giving them pleasure. At the time, I really didn't care that most of
my sex "partners" weren't reciprocating; all I wanted was their cock and their
cum. However, as I've related in previous stories, every once in a while, I'd
encounter another young man whose interests more closely matched mine. Such was
the case with a boy named Howard. Using the term, "boy," requires a bit of an
explanation, I guess; after all, at this time I was just barely 20 years of
age...not exactly an old man! But, Howard's parents had signed the papers to
allow him to enlist in the Navy at the young age of 17 1/2...once I got to know
the boy, I fully understood, and, agreed with, their reasons. The term, "boy,"
applies in another manner, as well. While Howard was then a month past his 18th
birthday, he didn't appear to be a day over 13 or 14. Short and skinny, without
a shred of muscular definition to his boyish body, and, with scarcely more hair
on his thin frame than you'd find on an egg, Howard looked like he belonged in
the Cub Scouts rather than the U.S. Navy. Perhaps that's the reason Howard's
personality was so...ahhhh...."abrasive." No, that's really not a good
description, to be fair to him. Howard seemed to want everyone to know that he
*was* old enough to be a sailor, and, he went to great lengths to accomplish
this. If sailors swear, then Howard's language would be the saltiest. If sailors
drink, then Howard would try to drink his ship-mates under every table. And, if
sailors had a "girl in every port," then, Howard would....well, here we come to
a slight problem. Despite his bravado and posturing, Howard was really a shy,
insecure kid. He was still a virgin (not all that unusual in the
mid-70s...although it *was* unusual in a sailor!), and, was scared to death of
girls. More than that, though (as I found out during my "relationship" with the
boy), Howard was harboring feelings towards guys that he felt would be more
proper if directed towards girls. In other words, he was terrified that he was
gay. Added to Howard's shy, insecure personality was a rather cruel joke played
by Mother Nature: not only did his crotch have the hairiness of a 7 year old
boy, but, that same 7 year old would have been embarrassed with the size of the
penis. While I wouldn't describe Howard's cock as "microscopic," it *was* a
little thing...perhaps an inch long and quite skinny. Howard bunked directly
across from me in the berthing space, so, every day, I had more than ample
opportunities to get as much of a look at his body as I wanted. And, before you
think that I'm being too disparaging about this young sailor, let me add that,
despite looking like a misplaced Cub Scout, Howard *was* very cute. He didn't
appear old enough to use the word, "handsome," but, in his boyish way, the young
sailor was quite attractive. When Howard first reported aboard the ship, he
displayed a habit that led to an incident long-talked about. He slept in the
nude. Now, while this may seem an innocent thing, keep in mind that we're
talking about a ship-full of horny, young sailors (and, some horny older ones,
too, I might add), where homoerotic jokes and actions common; more to relieve
the tension than to actually initiate more serious activities. One of the older
Navy jokes/traditions is "sea-pussy:" the youngest member of a division, so the
story goes, has to "give it up" to his older mates...in other words, let them
fuck his tight, young ass. After Howard's first few nights aboard, the jokes
began, with Howard as the target. And, in truth, having seen the boy's ass, I
must admit that I wouldn't have been adverse to fucking it! But, it *is* just a
joke; no one actually expects to be doing any butt-fucking (although, some of us
did!). However, in Howard's case, given his smart-ass attitude, things went just
a bit further. He'd been asked, in a nice manner, to wear under shorts to bed;
Howard declined. He was warned of all sorts of dire consequences should he
continue sleeping in the nude; Howard ignored the warnings. Sooo.... While I
hadn't been a party to the plans, I wasn't sleeping well the night the plan was
put into action, and witnessed the entire thing. I suddenly became aware of
several figures sneaking along the darkened area between bunks, making their
stealthy way in my direction. Through slitted eyes, I watched them move closer
and closer, wondering just what in the hell was going on. One of them was
carrying a red-lensed flashlight, and in the dim glow I recognized several
members of Howard's division. And, to my intense curiosity, one of them was
carrying an egg. An egg? They reached the narrow space between Howard's bunk and
my own and stopped, facing away from me. As usual, Howard was naked, sound
asleep on his stomach; at some point during the night, his blanket and sheet had
been pushed down, fully exposing the tight, firm globes of his 18 year old ass.
I had no idea what the sailors were planning, but, I did know it was going to be
funny--in a cruel sort of way. And, it was. My eyes widened in shock as one of
the sailors dropped his pants and began fondling himself; spitting in his hand,
the young crewman smeared the slippery fluid onto his rapidly stiffening cock,
getting himself hard and wet. Were they actually planning on fucking Howard?
But, in true Navy tradition, it was all a practical joke. With a swift movement,
the egg was cracked, and the contents spilled into the cleft between Howard's
ass-cheeks; instantly, the sailor with the hard-on leapt onto Howard's bunk,
straddling the naked boy, and reached out to spread the teenager's cheeks, as if
he'd just finished fucking Howard. Waking up to find a boy with a hard-on
grabbing your ass, and feeling sticky fluid *on* and *in* your ass, what is one
to think? Yep....Howard was quite convinced, for a few moments, at least, that
he'd just been butt-fucked! General laughter broke out....while Howard called
everyone present every name he could think of. It might have turned ugly, but,
fortunately, the totally ridiculous nature of the incident was too much for
Howard's anger, and, within a few minutes, he was chuckling about it as well.
And, he began wearing under shorts to bed. My ship, the good ol' Ashtabula, was
making another cruise of the Western Pacific (a WESTPAC, if you want the Navy
term), and we were slowly approaching The Philippines. This was considered just
short of heaven to most sailors, since, if you couldn't get laid in the P.I.,
then, there really wasn't any hope for you; just go out and shoot yourself, and
be done with it. (If there are any Filipinos reading this, my apologies; but,
let's face it: the girls living around the base at Subic Bay were both cheap
*and* easy!) For just a few dollars (and, I seriously mean a *few*), a sailor
could take his pick of hundreds and hundreds of willing young women, to do with
whatever he pleased. Howard eagerly drank up all the lurid sea-stories about the
P.I., obviously thinking that this was certainly going to be his best chance at
losing his "cherry." On the other hand, the boy still had his doubts and
fears... In what has to be one of the greatest examples of either youthful
naivety or, blatant stupidity, Howard had told everyone that he was a virgin.
His fellow ship-mates, being the kind-hearted, considerate souls that they were,
rode him shamelessly about this. To his credit, Howard gave back almost as good
as he got, but, I could see that it still hurt the boy. At this point, I really
didn't know all that much about Howard; I certainly didn't know that he thought
he might be gay! Whether through unconscious design on my part, or, just because
I was one of the few of Howard's ship-mates that *didn't* fuck with him all the
time, the boy began to talk to me. And, to my surprise, I found that, beneath
the smart-ass exterior was a boy who was...well....still a smart-ass, but, not
all that bad a kid. Just a few days before the ship pulled into the base at
Subic Bay, Howard did something that pissed off the rest of his division; I
haven't the slightest idea what his transgression was, but, it must have been a
dilly, given the response. As luck would have it, I walked into Howard's
working-space (CIC, or, Combat Information Center) just as retaliation descended
on the young sailor's head (in a manner of speaking). Six or seven of Howard's
fellow Radar men were holding the boy down on the deck, while two others made
short work of removing Howard's pants and under shorts; all of this, naturally
enough, accompanied by screams and howls of protest from the manhandled youth.
Being "pantsed" was only the first step, however. When they had the boy naked
from the waist down, another sailor approached with a small jar; he opened it,
knelt down beside Howard's crotch, and began to pour the contents out. As soon
as I saw the purple fluid, I knew what it was: the dye the ship's laundry used
to mark clothing! Once applied, the stuff wouldn't wash out...couldn't be rubbed
off....it wasn't called "permanent" for nothing! The entire flask was emptied
over Howard's crotch, turning his teen-flesh the most God-awful shade of violet
I've ever seen. But, they had gone too far. The boy was in tears, as he looked
down at his purple groin; how long would this stuff last, he demanded, sobbing.
Needless to say, there was some serious ass-chewing for the group. Albeit, with
a somewhat disguised smile... In the perverse nature of human beings, Howard,
who had been the target of so many cruel jokes, was now the darling of the
division. The very same ship-mates who had turned the boy's crotch purple, now
determined that they were going to get Howard laid, no matter what the cost.
Howard wasn't so sure. As he confided to me, "Who's gonna want to fuck a guy
with a purple dick?" He had a point. As soon as the ship hit port, the division
was off on it's "pussy-hunt," with every single member having as his primary
objective the finding of a woman willing to be fucked by a human grape. Given
Howard's natural shyness and genuine fear of women, it would have been a
difficult mission; with the boy looking like someone who would shoot spurts of
grape Kool-Aid, it was a mission doomed to failure. Especially given the
superstitious nature of the Filipinas. Not that finding women was difficult; all
you had to do was walk into the first bar outside the gate. But, finding one and
having Howard fuck one were two entirely different things. The first young woman
willingly led Howard into a back-room, only to run, screaming, back into the bar
a few moments later. After hurling what I can only assume were Tagalong
obscenities in our general direction, she departed, hurriedly, for parts
unknown. The same result, or, variations thereof, occurred in the next few bars,
as well; this was getting serious. Howard was becoming more and more
disconsolate, quite sure that he was going to go through the rest of his life a
virgin with a purple dick. But, the American sailor is known for his
perseverance and love of a challenge; we weren't going to give up so easily! We
tried offering astounding amounts of money...we tried explaining the entire,
sorry affair...we tried everything our fevered brains could conceive of to get
Howard laid...all to no avail. The closest we came was a young girl (mid-teens?)
who agreed to give Howard a blow-job, after seeing the eighteen year old in all
of his purple majesty. Unfortunately, just before was about to slip him inside
her mouth, the girl was overtaken by a case of the giggles; she rubbed salt in
the wound by walking back into the bar and calling Howard an "inch worm." She
did have a point. We had failed, and, as all good sailors will do when feeling
downcast (or, when feeling upbeat...hell, when feeling anything at all!), most
of the group decided to drown their sorrows in booze. I, on the other hand, had
a few stops of my own to make; having been to The Philippines on my first
WESTPAC cruise, I knew that there were Filipino boys every bit as willing as the
Filipina girls...and, I knew several places to find them! I made an excuse to
the rest of the group, and headed for the door of the last bar we'd explored,
when I felt a hand on my arm. It was Howard. "Where ya goin'?" he asked, his
voice betraying his disappointment. I was about to give my "normal" excuse of
having a "steady" girl (as many sailors did), but, looking down at the sad,
mournful expression on the boy's face, I just couldn't do it. It was obvious
that Howard needed someone to talk with more than he needed drunken
companionship; and, it was equally obvious that it was going to be me. I mean,
he couldn't very well go to talk to the Chaplain about this, now, could he? "No
where special," I answered with a friendly smile. "C'mon." "Where we goin'?"
Howard now asked, falling in alongside me. "Well, I don't really feel like going
back to the ship, do you?" Howard shook his head. "So, how 'bout we get a room
in a hotel somewhere?" My young companion was agreeable, and, we quickly found a
room in one of the nicer hotels in the area; even this relative luxury came
cheaply enough. It also came with a small refrigerator, well-stocked with San
Miguel beer; we both quickly opened bottles and sprawled onto the beds. The
conversation was desultory for several minutes, but, given Howard's "condition,"
it naturally turned to the predicament he was in. "Fuck, David, I ain't *never*
gonna get laid!" the teenager exclaimed, taking a deep pull from his bottle.
"And, right now, I'm so fuckin' horny, I'd settle for a damned hand-job!" "I'm
sure it will wear-off pretty soon," I tried to reassure Howard. "Yeah, sure,"
the boy muttered, taking out a pack of cigarettes. After lighting-up, he looked
over at me. "You know, I went down to the laundry...talked to Chief Johnson...he
said that dye could stay on there for six to eight *months*!" "It'll fade,
though, won't it?" "Shit, it ain't faded yet," Howard stated. Then, standing up,
he unfastened his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. "Look!" Yep, his
little-boy crotch was still that horrible purple, all right. I made an
appropriately sympathetic noise, and Howard sat down on the edge of his bed in
disgust, leaving his jeans down around his ankles. "Fuck..." he muttered,
staring down at his colored crotch. "That bitch in the bar was right...looks
like a fuckin' inch-worm." "A purple caterpillar," I offered, smiling to show
that I wasn't serious. Howard grinned back. "Oh, fuck you, David," he chuckled,
shaking his head. "I'm sure you'll be able to find a girl that won't care...once
you explain what happened and what it is." "Yeah, sure I will....Shit, man,
would *you* suck on a purple dick?" Howard asked, then, realized what he'd said,
and blushed deeply. "Oh, fuck, man, I didn't....I mean...I'm not saying that
you'd...." I just laughed, then stubbed out my cigarette. "That's okay, Howard,"
I told him, sitting up on the edge of the bed across from him. "Besides, you
never know what I might do," I added with a smile. Howard's eyes were instantly
locked on mine, as the eighteen year old youth tried to determine if I was
serious, without actually *asking* me. In his gaze, I immediately recognized
something new: an expression of hope and anticipation. Well, what the hell, I
asked myself. If I made myself plain to the boy, and, he rejected me, it would
be his word against mine; and, given Howard's place in the crew, I was certain
which of us would be believed. "Of course," I began, "if I was going to do
something like that with another guy...especially one that's purple," I added
with an evil grin, "then, I'd have to be sure that he was gonna do some things
for me, ya know?" Howard's hand shook as he raised the cigarette to his lips;
after he'd exhaled a stream of smoke, I saw the youth swallow, hard. "You
mean...like...he'd have to do you, too?" "Well, that's only fair, right?" "Uhhhmmmm....yeah."
Howard crushed out his cigarette and took another deep breath before looking
back over at me. "Are you serious?" "If you are," I told him. "Okay..." Slowly,
I got up from the bed and knelt next to Howard's; placing one hand on his skinny
chest, I gently pressed him back onto the mattress. Then, still keeping my
movements slow and relaxed, I slid my hand down the boy's stomach and covered
his crotch. As I cupped his smallish balls in their tight sack, Howard let out a
soft, shuddering breath and then began to moan quietly. The boy's cock began to
respond, and I bent over Howard's crotch to take his teen-meat into my mouth,
savoring the musky aroma and taste flowing into my mouth and nose. I started to
work my oral magic on the young sailor, lavishing it with attention from my lips
and tongue, knowing that I was giving the boy more pleasure than he'd had in his
young life. Naturally, I expected Howard's dick to get hard; after all, I *know*
that I give very good head, and the boy *had* to be exceptionally horny. But, I
didn't expect what I felt happening in my mouth. The teenager's cock was,
indeed, growing...and, growing...and, growing...and, *growing*! In fact, after
just a few minutes, I found myself going down on what can only be described as a
*big* dick! Pulling away from Howard's crotch, I gazed in wonder at the
transformation that had taken place. The teenager's "inch-worm" had turned into
a fairly thick, rather lengthy piece of meat! I'm not saying that Howard was
*huge*, mind you, but, his dick was at least six inches in length, I judged, and
more than respectable in size. "Damn, boy," I murmured, wrapping my hand around
the shaft and slowly pumping it. "I know," Howard softly whispered, still
breathing heavily. "I got a little dick, huh?" "Shit, babe, you *don't* have a
little dick!" I quickly countered. "You ain't got nothin' to be ashamed
of...it's just not that big when you're soft....but, now....it's just fine!"
With that, I eagerly bent once more to my task, and Howard was quickly incapable
of talking; soft moans, whimpers, and groans of ecstasy were all the boy could
manage. Knowing that the teenager had to be exceptionally horny, I wasn't at all
surprised that, within minutes, Howard gave every appearance of being ready to
shoot. He began to grunt and thrust his hips upward, driving his dick deep into
my throat, and I was eagerly anticipating his first spurt of sweet teen-spunk.
Again, though, Howard surprised me. When the boy started cumming, it wasn't with
the typical spurts of jism. Instead, a nearly continuous stream of cum poured
from the teenager's cock-head, rapidly filling my mouth with delicious fluid as
I enthusiastically milked his dick with my tightly pursed lips and roving
tongue. Howard's entire body convulsed, and I rapidly swallowed the mouthful of
spunk, just in time to receive the next incredible gusher from the teenager's
fountain of cum. Nor, was the youth finished. There were two more of those
amazingly long, steady streams of love-juice, followed by an unbelievable amount
of teen-spunk delivered in more "normal" spurts into my rapidly overflowing
mouth. In the four or five years that I'd been giving head, I'd never been with
a guy who climaxed so heavily; Howard must have been storing his cum for
*years*! When Howard's copious flow finally subsided, I kept the boy inside my
mouth, since I love the feeling of a spent dick slowly growing flaccid while
wrapped in the warm embrace of my lips. And, as I always do when making love to
another boy, I continued to gently suck on Howard's dick, savoring the sweet
flavor of cum and cock-flesh. But, the teenager wasn't finished surprising me, I
soon discovered; although, considering that I was making love to a virgin
eighteen year old, I really should have expected him to be more than ready to
continue. Indeed, Howard showed absolutely no signs of getting soft; his sweet
dick was every bit as hard as it had been, and, from the sounds he was making,
the teenager was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing to him. "Ohhhhh, yeah.....yeeeaaaahhhh.....mmmmmmmmmm,
suck me....oh, yeah, David, suck it!" Well, if he wanted to cum again, I told
myself, I might as well show Howard another way to enjoy himself. Releasing my
lip-lock on the boy's dick, I quickly stood and got undressed; Howard's eyes
widened when he saw my erection spring free of my jeans, but, he immediately
reached out and wrapped his hand around me, slowly pumping my shaft. I took his
dick in my hand once again, matching his tempo. Raising up from the mattress,
Howard bent towards me; a moment later, I felt my cock-head surrounded by the
warm, moist pressure of his lips as the inexperienced boy began to suck me off.
I had intended to guide Howard's sweet, young dick inside my ass; I wanted this
boy to feel the ecstasy of fucking a man. But, instead, I found myself being
pulled onto the bed next to the eighteen year old, as Howard decided to return
the oral ministrations I'd just lavished on him. Afterwards, Howard swore up and
down that he'd never given head before in his life; if that's true, then, I can
only say that the boy was a natural. While I'm not hung huge, I'm certainly in
the "average" range in length, but, Howard easily slid my erection down his
throat, letting his lips and tongue glide effortlessly up and down my shaft in
what can only be called an outstanding blow-job. While I was already highly
aroused from giving the boy head, Howard brought me to even loftier heights of
ecstasy as he intuitively lavished attention on the super-sensitive areas around
my cock-head; his tongue was doing things that I hadn't experienced in months,
and I was rapidly losing what little self-control I had remaining. As if he knew
the state I was in, the closer I got to my orgasm, the more intense Howard's
sucking, licking, and, kissing got, until I was reduced to a whimpering,
quivering puddle of protoplasm, sprawled across the bed. Dimly, I was aware of
someone screaming; dimly, I knew that it was me; dimly, I knew that I was in the
midst of the most intense orgasm I'd had in many months. Each time my balls
churned, another huge spurt of cum exploded from my cock, and, every time,
Howard would take every inch of my dick down his throat, then drag his lips
upwards, pulling yet another spurt of spunk from my heaving balls. Unlike my
younger bed-mate, though, once my orgasm subsided, my erection began to shrink,
and Howard, somewhat reluctantly, I thought, released my dick, letting it fall,
limp and drained, onto my abdomen. Flopping onto his back, I watched Howard lick
his cum-streaked lips; he obviously liked the taste, I thought. Looking over at
him, I saw that Howard hadn't lost an inch of *his* erection; if anything, the
boy's cock was even longer and harder than it had been before! Well, I certainly
knew what I wanted to do with it! Navy Stories III Howard of the Purple Cock,
Part Two The eighteen year old sailor emitted a soft growl from deep in his
throat when I wrapped my fingers around the rigid cock-flesh jutting up from the
boy's slender loins. Howard whimpered with pleasure as my hand began slowly
pumping up and down on his shaft; the teenager's penis had fairly loose skin,
almost as if he were uncut, allowing me to grasp his meat in a tight grip while
I stroked him, without having to worry about any lubrication. For what I had in
mind, though, some sort of lube was going to be necessary; even though Howard
wasn't a hugely-hung boy and I was an experienced "bottom," I didn't relish the
thought of having a horny teenager trying to "dry-fuck" me! But, since this had
been an entirely unplanned sexual interlude, I was going to have to "make-do"
with the lubricant nature provided: spit, and, lots of it. And, as long as I was
going to use saliva, I might as well apply it in the most enjoyable fashion
possible, I decided. Raising up slightly, I laid my head on Howard's flat,
hairless belly; the slender, mushroom-shaped head of the boy's dick was nestled
against my lips. Barely touching him with the tip of my tongue, I began to do my
impression of a mother-cat cleaning her young: every sweet inch of Howard's
luscious teen-sausage was lavished with my oral ministrations. Judging by the
ecstatic noises the teenager was making, Howard would have been quite content if
I'd merely continued sucking him off to another orgasm; but, I wanted more, and
knew that he would enjoy cumming in my ass. Consequently, once I'd gotten the
boy's wet and slippery with saliva, I raised myself and straddled his body,
reaching behind me to guide his turgid erection into the proper position.
Howard's passion-glazed eyes watched as I lowered myself onto his pole; as the
incredibly hot pressure of my ass surrounded his dick, his eyes closed and his
mouth opened to let out a long, drawn out gasp of pleasure. For my part, I was
in heaven, as well. While the teenager was certainly not the largest boy I'd had
fucking me, it had been a while since I'd had a cock up my ass, and Howard's
felt absolutely great as it pushed deeper and deeper into my body. Once I'd
gotten every inch of his hot, young-man-meat stuffed inside me, I ground my ass
against his crotch, dragging another groan of ecstasy from the boy's lips.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to raise and lower myself over Howard's groin,
moving up until the head of the boy's dick was just barely encircled by my
sphincter, where I paused for a moment before once again taking him within me.
As I moved up and down, I alternately relaxed and tensed the ring of muscles
surrounding Howard's dick, making them grip the invading spear with a tight
embrace as I pulled myself upward. The teenager was beginning to thrust upward
now, as Howard moved closer and closer to another climax. Feeling his dick
swelling inside my body, I timed my own movements to coincide with Howard's, so
that as he was shoving upwards, I slammed down onto his love-spike, impaling
myself on the boy's shaft. "Cum...cumming.....I'm cumming! CUMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!!!"
Howard suddenly shouted, ramming his prong in to the hilt just as the first huge
spurt of jism exploded within my body. "Aaaahhhh......aaahhhhhh.....yessss!"
Howard's second orgasm was every bit as intense and copious as the first had
been; I felt every massive eruption spewing into my ass, coating my love-tunnel
with an incredible amount of hot, teen-spunk. I continued sliding up and down on
Howard's spasming tool, using my ass-muscles to milk every hot drop of cum from
the teenager's churning balls, until I felt the stiffness of his penis begin to
subside. Pulling myself up from the teen's now-flaccid dick, I quickly moved
down his body, spreading Howard's slender thighs and raising them to gain access
to his virgin ass. The boy's moans continued as I expertly rimmed him,
delicately licking the musky-flavored flesh for several minutes before allowing
my tongue to penetrate the relaxed hole. After a few more moments, I substituted
my middle finger for my tongue, slowly and gently inserting it until every inch
of it was inside the hot, tight interior of the teenager's ass. Kissing,
licking, and, sucking my way all over Howard's ass and balls, I began to
finger-fuck him, listening to the sounds of pleasure emanating from the boy's
lips; he let loose an ecstatic groan when I slipped a second finger inside him.
He was almost ready; Lord knows I was! Letting a large gob of spit fall into my
hand, I applied the slippery fluid liberally to my rock-hard dick, then moved my
body upward along Howard's, pressing the teenager's slender legs back with my
upper-arms, until he was just about bent in half. The young sailor was still in
that wonderful state of post-orgasmic relaxation; my oral and manual attention
to his ass had helped, too, of course. So, when I pressed the head of my cock
against Howard's virgin ass-hole, I encountered absolutely no resistance, but
felt my dick sliding easily inside the teenager's incredibly hot body. As soon
as I was in to the hilt, I stopped, giving the boy a chance to accommodate
himself to this novel invasion. Gazing down at his passion-infused face, I
lowered mine, pressing my lips against his. Instantly, Howard's lips parted and
our tongues began to dance and fence frenetically. The last vestiges of my
self-control disappeared and I started fucking the teenager hard and fast,
slamming my cock into Howard's body with ever-increasing force until I was
pounding him mercilessly. But, our kiss never broke, and the groans the boy was
emitting into my mouth were definitely of pleasure, not pain. Now, it was I who
was groaning, though, as my balls began to spasm and shudder. My back arched,
pulling our lips apart, and, with an especially savage thrust of my hips, I
began cumming in Howard's ass. Again and again, I rammed my dick into the boy,
each thrust harder and seemingly deeper than the one before, as I pumped spurt
after spurt of cum into the teenager's body. My arms collapsed, dropping me down
onto his body once again; our lips were instantly pressed together in an even
more passionate kiss as my orgasm slowly began to subside. We remained locked in
our embrace, my semi-hard cock tightly grasped by Howard's cum-drenched ass,
kissing deeply and passionately. I could have stayed in that position for hours,
but, I knew that I was pressing down heavily on the slender teenager; after
several gentle, questing kisses, I pulled my flaccid dick free of the tight
embrace and rolled onto my back, emitting a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment.
In a move straight out of a '40s movie, Howard lit two cigarettes, reaching over
to place one between my lips. Remaining propped up on an elbow, the teenager
gazed down at me, a smile on his sensuous lips. "You have to be back on the ship
tomorrow?" Howard asked me. It was Friday night, and I didn't have duty the next
day, so, I shook my head. "Nope. Don't have to be back until Monday morning."
"Same here," Howard smiled. "Think we'd survive if we didn't leave this bed
until then?" "Fuck it, Howard," I laughed. "If we die, at least we'll die
happy!"
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