Travis. Not sure why I thought of him – other than the hot guy in fatigues who was standing at the bar. Travis was army. Well, he was army then National Guard. Hot as fuck and dumb as piss. But he helped me out – in more ways than one.
I’d been playing golf (badly) with some buddies and downing beers on a nice summer afternoon. I had the hots for each of them in my foursome, but after years of trying, nothing seemed to happen. Some random ass swats and random drunken cuddles. Lots of dick flashing when peeing, but nothing more than that. So close yet so far.
I was pretty hammered and lingered in the men’s room, checking out the cocks. Hit the shower on and off, timing the crowd so I looked like I had just arrived. It’s not the best cruising spot in the world, but I get to see lots of straight cock and decent athletic bodies. But every now and then a dude’ll pop a bone in shower, slow strokes and a rise out of me. Fun to spank it together. Or I’ll find some toy in the sauna or steam room. I have a decent package and it’s fun to have a dude take some stress out. But not today.
I finish my beer, check the mirror and grab my cooler with some remaining beers. I actually wobble a little and giggle. “Dude, you are fuuuuucked up.” Which at 19 is perfectly normal and to be expected. Smoked a lot of weed too.
Place is filling up again as the later dinner crowd was coming in. Dark out, so had to be late. I walk around looking for my truck. Fuck, the cooler was getting heavy on my shoulder so I pour some spent ice out and, what the hell, grab another Modelo. No time like the present. I find my truck and toss the cooler in the back and am fumbling with the keys. Always so tricky.
“I wouldn’t man. Not a good idea.” As I notice a large presence next to me. “What?” Hot army dude. Ripped. In fatigues. “We at war or something?” Which makes army dude chuckle.
“National guard, man. We have road blocks out of each entrance and are checking every car for DUI. Looks like you’d be fucked and some dude’s bitch in cell block H for the night. Better to leave the keys and cab it.” My brain is slightly frazzled as I absorb this. And look down. And see a massive lump of manhood right where it is supposed to be – but LARGE. Holy fuck.
I take a look at my cop buddy. Fuck. Dark brown hair. Army cut hair and shave. Solid man. Taller than me, bigger than me. Hotter than me (well, maybe not). “So what am I gonna do?”
He looks at me. “Cab it man. Use your phone and call a cab.” I’m just looking at him. Sip my beer (it was in my hand). Probably not smart. I wobble some more. This guy is hot but he’s telling me I cannot drive.
“If you are stopping cars, why are you telling me?” Okay, so fucked up but not stupid.
He smiles. “I figured I’d go to the source of the problem and warn people so they can do the right thing.” What a smile. I want to stick my tongue in there so badly. I drop my keys and bend over to get them and my ass brushes against that massive cock. Just a little. But holy hell I felt every pulsing squishy bit of it.
“Sorry man” as I stand back up. Cop guy is no longer smiling. Our eyes lock and I refuse to look at his package again. But I do. Damn. Busted for sure.
“Listen man. You seem like a nice guy. If you sit over here, my shift is done at 19:00 and I can drive you home. That work for you?” I nod. Cop guy with hot package is going to drive me home. Fuck.
“So what’s your name?” as I look up at one hot dude. “Ethan. What’s yours?” and he extends a massive and calloused hand “Travis” as we shake. Always liked that name. But I’m at eye level with his cock and he can beat the crap out of me for sure. Man up and stand up.
“Thanks for helping me out, man. Appreciate it.” As we get into my truck.
“I ordered us some food, I’ll point you to Pelican’s so we can collect it. Least I can do for your help.” I get a grunt. As he sits and adjusts the seat and mirrors, his paw of a hand scoops his balls/cock up and pulls them out into the V of his legs. Must need more room. We breeze through the roadblock – his fatigues and a salute helped. We park at Pelican’s and tell him I’ll be right back. I grab the waiting brown bag with food and head back outside. Travis is on the truck’s lift gate, downing a beer.
“Hey man, hope you don’t mind.” I shake my head. I take the food out and explain “cheesey garlic bread, wings, skins and burgers.” Travis is smelling and smiling and his paw rubs his stomach. We ate, we drank, we chatted. I had water. If there was a chance at anything – I wanted to remember it. That fucking package as he sat with his ankles crossed. Surely even a red blooded straight American soldier could use a blow job at the end of a day…Or he might not and prefer to punch the shit out of me for asking.
We finish up and he’s on at least his third beer. We’re having a good time and bonding as teenage boys do – he’s 20 I learn. Sports. Chicks. Fucking. Sports. Getting laid. Football. He’s having a good old time.
“Listen man, how far is your place from the train – I need to head back. You okay to drive if it’s far?”
“It’s not too far, but there aren’t many trains this time of night – the ones that do run are also really slow. You can kip at mine, if you’d like. You smoke weed?” I get a smile back.
“Do bears shit?” The night is looking up.
“Well hello, Ethan. How nice to see you.” Huh. Billie. My very gay ‘massage therapist’. I went to him with a pulled groin issue and with the real PT guy being hugely expensive, my doctor suggested Billie. He worked my groin pull, my ass and then my cock as I blew what I recall as a spectacular load into his mouth. Normally I’d be happy to see him late at night. But given the prize behind door number 1 – I didn’t need the confusion.
Billie was, on the other hand, with a stunning brunette with nice tits. “Hey man, what’s up”
He said they’d just finished dinner and this was Leslie and they were going over to Pete’s for more beer, to which Travis hands them each a beer from my cooler. Travis is chatting with Billie and eying Leslie’s tits. I was surprised. I presumed army dude would be turned off my Billie’s obvious effeminate ways. Travis invites them round to my place – “Do we need more beer?” as he jumps into my truck. Billie and Leslie will follow us.
“That dude’s gay, right? Cuz I could totally use a blow jog right now and gay guys are awesome at head. He was so slobbering over my package. More than you even! You can tit fuck Leslie. Did you see those tits?” Sometimes it’s hard to process things. He’s chatting away. He wants Billie to blow him. But I want to blow him. But Leslie does have nice tits. I direct him to my house and show him where to park. Billie is right behind us. He totally primped in the car and Leslie has fresh lip stick on. I bring the crowd in.
My place is small. It’s my first place and I’m proud of it, but there is only one couch. In a small living room. Travis raids the fridge and passes beer around, then plops down on the couch and grabs the remote. I offer for Leslie to have the other cushion. “We can squeeze in” and she sits in the middle as I squeeze hip to hip. Tight. Billie is standing.
“C’mere, pretty boy. You can sit on my lap.” You could have knocked Billie over with a feather as we walks over and puts his petite rear onto Travis’s leg. We sip beers and giggle and I grab the bong and pass it around. Insta party. I see Travis put his arm around Billie and pull him properly into his lap. He cock is massive and right under Billie’s ass. The look on Billie’s face is bliss. I have my arm around Leslie – where else could I put it.
“Can I use the ladies room?” as Leslie distracts herself and I point the way. I can see Travis doing subtle hip trusts. No doubt stimulating an already over excited Billie. Leslie comes back and we all rotate through the bathroom. I (hoping) know where this is going so I want an empty bladder.
Travis is whispering to Billie, who is giggling. Travis puts Billie’s hand under his ass so he can feel his no doubt expanding cock. Well Travis did say where this is going. Leslie and I are cuddling and watching the action unfold. It was like watching porn and I am HARD. Travis motions Billie down and between his legs. Billie is all smiles and Travis nods. Travis puts Billie’s hand onto his cock and makes him massage it hard. Billie is quick to unbutton Travis's pants and his cock is straining to be free. Hips up, pants down and there he is. Throbbing, veining, pulsing cock and Travis has Billie by the hair and pulls him onto his cock. Travis leans back and lets Billie do his thing – with his hand on the back of his head.
Leslie and I are a little awkward. What do you do? Join in? How to suggest it. Leslie solved that (thank you!) by putting her hand onto my cock and looking at me. I nod and she takes the same position as Billie. Fuck. Travis is stacked as my cock pops into comparison view. Mine’s big but his looks bigger. Leslie does a very fine job and I’m getting into it when I see Billie, snot covered, being force deep throated and slammed into and onto Travis’s cock. With a roar he pounds him onto him and you can tell he just shot a load – he pulls his head off and more huge ropey cum shots fly out of his manhood. Like a LOT. Leslie gets mine in a much less dramatic fashion. Travis is guiding Billie with his tongue and mouth to lick his cum.
“Fuck, yeah, man – I needed that.” As he stands with his pants around his ankles. “Fucking hell – Untie my boots, man” which Billie does. Stepping out of his fatigues and regulation boxers. Spent cock at half-mast. Green tee shirt and dog tags are all that remains.
“Who needs a beer?” as he re-raids the fridge. My eyes check out his muscled ass as he bends over, then all eyes are on his cock. As it swings towards up. What else can you look at? He just shot a massive load and is parading around naked as if nothing is unusual. Love Army guys.
