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“You want a smoke?” the soldier asked while lighting up a cigar, puffing it to a start. “We’re going to be here for a few hours. We might as well enjoy ourselves.” I declined the cigar, but not his cock.

It was my first big assignment for a major news outlet. I was imbedded with a military unit on an intervention mission in the Middle East. My instructions were to interview soldiers and to write about their daily lives in a war zone. On my second day there, I accompanied the unit on a supply mission. A blockade in the supply route was identified a mile ahead, and one soldier and I were left behind in a cargo vehicle while the others moved ahead to secure our route.

The soldier keeping me company was hot as fuck. He had the typical look of a military man with the buzz cut, the fatigues, and a tattoo on his forearm. He was muscular and exuded that cocky masculinity that is typical of young soldiers. I wanted him in the worst way. In the real world, this guy would never look my way. But thrown together in a cargo vehicle halfway across the world, he had no choice but to talk with the faggot reporter sitting with him.

“It can get boring on these supply missions,” he confessed as we stared out of the vehicle. “That’s why I always have a few of these with me,” he said while pulling a cigar from the shoulder sack he had with him. “Helps to pass the time.” He then pulled out another cigar and asked, “You want a smoke?” while offering it to me.

“No, thanks,” I politely declined. “I’m not much for cigars. But you go ahead.” I had to stop myself from saying that I’d much rather smoke his cock.

“I wasn’t much for them either until I joined the service,” the soldier shared while lighting the cigar and puffing it to a start. A cloud of gray smoke encircled him. He looked hot as fuck with the cigar in his mouth, masculine in a way I could never pull off. I could feel my cock getting hard. He was quiet as he enjoyed his smoke but, as a journalist, I needed him to talk.

“What do you miss the most from home?” I asked him. I often open this way in interviews. It’s an easy way to get a shy soldier to talk about himself. I usually get answers like: “I miss my mom’s meatloaf,” or “I miss going to football games.” Typical stuff.

So I was a bit surprised when this soldier, after taking a long drag on his cigar, replied, “I miss pussy.”

I gave a quick, uncomfortable laugh, assuming he was just trying to be funny.

“No, I’m serious, bro,” the soldier continued. “I haven’t gotten my cock wet in months. Not getting laid … well, it fucks with your mind. I think about pussy nonstop.”

I nodded my head in sympathy, not wanting to divulge my love for cock just yet.

“You must know what it’s like,” he tried to equate, flicking some ash over the side of the vehicle. “You’re far from home, too. When’s the last you got your dick in some snatch?”

I hesitated, but decided to be honest. “I don’t fuck pussy,” I said quietly. “I’m gay.”

The soldier was undeterred. “Okay. Ass then. When’s the last you fucked some ass?” he wanted to know.

I couldn’t believe the conversation had taken this turn, but I wasn’t about to back away from it. “I’m a bottom,” I shared. “Guys fuck my ass.”

The soldier’s eyes grew wide. I could almost see his wheels turning, and I wasn’t going to miss my chance.

“You wanna fuck my ass, soldier?” I offered, locking eyes with him.

“I’m not gay, bro. I don’t fuck guys,” he spat while pulling the cigar from his mouth. “Look, I know that shit happens in the military. I hear the rumors. But that’s not for me.” He stood up abruptly and looked out of the cargo vehicle once more. And that’s when I noticed he was hard.

“Dude, you don’t have to be gay to fuck a guy,” I countered. “Do you know how many straight guys I’ve had? Well, shit. I bent over for two other soldiers in your platoon just last night.” I was bluffing.

“I don’t want to hear that shit,” the soldier barked. “It’s not my business.” And yet he was still hard.

“Man, they loved fucking my tight hole,” I fibbed, taunting him. “They said I’ve got the best cunt they’ve ever had.” I was laying it on thick when, suddenly, the soldier pushed me face down on the floor of the cargo vehicle.

“Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he ordered as he put down his cigar. I thought he was about to beat me, but he was soon yanking down my pants. I could hear him undoing his belt as he pinned me down with one, strong arm.

“You want this cock, faggot?” he demanded. “Well you’re gonna fuckin’ get it.”

He spit on my hole and suddenly I was ripped in two. Holy fuck, he was thick. With one quick thrust, he was balls deep inside me. I’ve had enough cock to know he was easily over eight inches.

“You like this cock, faggot?” he asked while rapidly pummeling my hole.

I nodded quickly in assent while trying to catch my breath. Jesus, his cock felt good.

“I can’t hear you,” he barked. “I said … do you like this big fucking cock?”

I turned my head toward him and cried out, “Yes. Fucking give it to me. Breed this fucking hole.”

“That’s it, faggot,” he growled as he moved his strong hands to the small of my back while beginning to jackhammer my hole. “You want this load?” he demanded. “Because you’re about to get it.”

Instantly, I could feel his big cock pulsing and spurting inside me. “Aww, SHIT … DAMN,” he cried out as he collapsed upon me. His massive load spilled from my gaping hole as he pulled out of me, and I could feel him cleaning off his cock on the back of my pants. Fucker.

The soldier’s radio suddenly sputtered, and he engaged in coded communication that had no meaning to me. His camo pants were down around his ankles and his cock was still hard as he spoke with the soldier on the other end of the radio. Finally, he clicked off the device.

“They’ve secured the supply route,” he reported, “but it’s gonna be another hour before they return.”

The soldier then picked up his cigar and took a long drag as I stood and pulled up my pants over my used ass.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded incredulously. “Didn’t you hear me? We’ve got another hour, and I’ve got at least two more loads in these balls. So pull those pants back down again, faggot.”

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“Jesus, Mikey,” he exclaimed, covering his huge cock with a towel upon emerging from the hot tub, a cigar in his mouth. “How much did you see?” I stood in silence before him. Aghast. I could not speak in the face of his brutal masculinity, especially considering what I had just witnessed. “How much did you fucking see?” he demanded again.

Living at home with your parents isn’t exactly the greatest when you’re a twenty-year-old college guy. But it had some perks. My dad didn’t charge me for rent or utilities, and my stepmom did my wash and cooked my meals.

My stepmom Brandi was only a few years older than me, and she felt more like a cool big sister than a wicked stepmother. She would often hang out with me by the pool or in the hot tub, clad in a bikini that showed off her smokin’ hot body. Brandi knew I was gay and would often go topless, trusting that I wasn’t going to try anything while she worked on her tan lines.

I wasn’t supposed to be home that day. My classes were in the morning, and I had a job delivering pizzas in the afternoon. It had been a slow day, so my boss told me to clock out. It was beautiful outside, and so I decided to go home and chill by the pool while reading for my bio class. I should have known something was up when I noticed Meat’s truck parked on the street.

Meat was my dad’s best buddy, having served in the Marines together right out of high school. Meat was sexy as fuck, built like a brick house, and covered in man fur. A man’s man, he smoked cigars, cursed a blue streak, and was always telling dirty jokes. I had jacked off thinking about Meat many times, but knew my fantasies were just that. He was happily married with two kids who were only slightly younger than me.

Meat often came by the house to drink beer and hang with my dad, yet my dad was out of town that day for work. Meat’s truck on the street should have been a red flag, but I dismissed it as I grabbed my backpack out of my car and went around the side of the house to get to the patio. I had just started to unlatch the patio gate when I stopped dead in my tracks. Through the palm trees that lined the pool deck, I could make out two people in the hot tub. And then I heard what they were saying.

“Come on, baby. Show me that pink pussy,” Meat ordered as my stepmom Brandi stood up and bent over the side of the hot tub. She was completely naked, her big tits undulating as she bent forward and presented her cunt to him.

“You want this pussy?” Brandi teased, reaching back between her legs and fingering her cunt. “You gonna give me that big cock?”

Instantly, Meat stood up in the hot tub. I almost came in my pants when I got my first glimpse of his massive cock. Jesus Christ. He had to be hung at least twelve inches. Suddenly his nickname, earned during his stint in the Marines, made perfect sense. His cock looked like a fucking arm and sat atop two, grapefruit-sized balls that were pendulating as Meat stood behind Brandi, preparing to mount her pussy from behind.

“Mmm,” she moaned as he impaled her with his big cock. “I love your big cock inside me.”

I stood frozen in disbelief. On the one hand, this was the best porn I had ever seen. On the other, I was witnessing my dad’s best friend fucking my dad’s wife. It was a total betrayal on both sides. Yet I couldn’t look away.

“Fuck, yeah. Take this big cock,” Meat barked, reaching around to tug at Brandi’s big tits as he pummeled her pussy from behind. She was bent over the side of the hot tub as he stood in it, the water sloshing about as he banged the shit out of her.

With his hands moved to her hips, Meat raised Brandi’s ass and pushed deeper into her. His balls were slapping hard against her cunt as she began to emit a low moan.

“Am I gettin’ you baby? You gonna cum for me?” Meat asked as Brandi’s feral moaning increased in both pitch and intensity.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” Brandi suddenly screamed as her body writhed in orgasmic bliss.

“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum with you,” Meat growled, increasing his pace as Brandi continued to squeal in delight. “Aww, FUCK,” he grunted, thrusting deeper inside Brandi as his balls released inside her.

“God, I love your big cock,” Brandi exhaled as Meat pulled out of her, his load gushing out of her pussy and dropping audibly into the hot tub. “Thanks for the great fuck,” she winked, wrapping herself in a towel and kissing Meat on the cheek. “I need to shower and get dinner started, but you’re welcome to stay and enjoy the hot tub.”

Brandi had no sooner left when Meat reached for his cigar and lighter placed off to the side of the hot tub. I remained frozen in place as Meat sat back in the tub and enjoyed his post-coital smoke … until I sneezed.

“What the—?” Meat snarled, looking in my direction and spotting me hidden behind the palms. With lightning speed he was out of the hot tub, the cigar still in his mouth as he scrambled to cover his big cock with a towel.

“Jesus, Mikey,” he confronted me. “How much did you see?” I stood silent before him, unable to form a response considering what I had just witnessed. “How much did you fucking see?” he demanded again.

“Everything,” I confessed in shock. “You fucked my dad’s wife in our hot tub. How could you do that to my dad? He’s your best friend.”

“Marriage is complicated, man,” Meat groaned, looking askance. “You’re still too young to understand. I love my wife, but she’s got a good twenty years on Brandi. Sometimes I want to feel young again and fuck a hot, young bitch like her. And just because Brandi loves my big dick, doesn’t mean she doesn’t still love your dad.”

“I get that,” I replied, trying to understand. “But you’re my dad’s best friend. It would kill him to know you’re plugging his wife.”

“I feel bad about that, boy. And I’m sorry,” he placated. “But sometimes a man thinks more with that brain in his cock than the one in his head. Look, boy. This ultimately doesn’t involve you. Can you promise not to tell your dad what you saw here today?”

“I dunno,” I demurred. “It feels like I’m betraying my dad if I don’t say something.” I wanted to be firm and speak with conviction, but the truth was that I couldn’t take my eyes off Meat’s hairy, muscular body, or the outline of his huge cock, barely concealed by the towel in his hand. And Meat noticed.

“What if—what if I gave you something you wanted?” Meat ventured, dropping his towel and gripping his huge, hard cock with his right hand.

“What?” I feigned in confusion, though I knew damn well what he was offering.

“Don’t be coy with me, boy,” he sneered, the cigar still in his mouth. “Your dad told me you’re a faggot. And I’ve never met a faggot who could resist this big cock.” And he was right. I couldn’t resist. I reached for the side of the hot tub and gripped it as I pulled down my pants.

“No, boy,” he barked. “Suck it for me first. Get it wet.”

Following orders, I immediately dropped to my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste some of his salty cum still remaining at his slit, and something foreign to me — Brandi’s pussy.

“I bet you’ve never tasted a female cunt before, faggot,” Meat laughed, taking a drag on his cigar and shoving his huge cock all the way down my throat. “Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” he admonished as I strained to widen my jaw as much as humanly possible. It felt like my jaw would become unhinged.

“That’s enough,” he finally barked. “Time for you to bend over for it.” Once again, I followed orders and bent over the side of the hot tub for him, bracing myself for impact. Meat withdrew his cigar and carefully placed it near me on the edge of the hot tub.

“SHIT,” I screamed as Meat ripped my hole in two. The pain was searing and I bit my lip trying to endure it. “Slow up,” I begged. “Gimme a minute.” But Meat either didn’t hear me or, more likely, ignored me as he proceeded to pummel the shit out of me. With his hands on my shoulders, and his balls slapping my ass, Meat fucked me deeper than any cock I had ever had. And the most amazing part was that his huge cock was starting to feel good. No — it was starting to feel fucking amazing.

“Jesus, I love fucking faggots,” Meat belted, with no break in his frenetic pace. “It reminds me of when your dad and I used to fuck faggots during our time in the Marines. I was kind and always let your dad breed the faggot first so he wouldn’t fall in after me,” Meat laughed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Never had my dad confessed to fucking guys in the past, even when I came out to him. This was a revelation.

“You like this big cock in your cunt, boy?” Meat demanded, jackhammering me with incredible force. “It’s about time you had a real man’s cock in you, and not all that college-boy dick you’ve been getting.” I hated that he was right, but it was true. His massive cock was beyond comparison. I didn’t want it to stop, but Meat had other plans.

“Aww, FUCK, faggot,” he soon roared. “I’m about to fuckin’ breed you. Get ready for this load … FUCK … SHIT.” Like an earthquake, Meat’s body trembled as he gave up his seed to me.

“Jesus,” I gasped as shot after shot of Meat’s warm load spurted inside me, flooding my guts. “Yeah, fucking breed me,” I begged.

“Fuck, you gotta hot cunt,” Meat exclaimed, pulling out of me and leaving a cavernous void where his cock had been. Instantly, I could feel his load escaping my wrecked hole and running down my leg. “It’s been a long time since my dick had some faggot ass,” Meat continued, picking up his cigar and taking a drag. “I’d forgotten how damn good it feels.”

Meat handed me his towel as he slipped back into the hot tub, the warm water cleaning his spent cock. “So, we’re good now?” he asked in a puff of smoke. “You’re not gonna tell your dad that I fucked his wife?”

“No,” I replied, wiping his massive load from my ass crack and my legs. “I don’t like that you’re fucking Brandi, but I won’t tell my dad about it.”

“Whew. That’s a relief,” Meat exhaled, dropping the ash of his cigar over the side of the hot tub. “And don’t worry, boy. I’ve decided that I’m not gonna fuck Brandi’s pussy anymore. It’s not fair to your dad. Plus, I’ve got your tight cunt now.”

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