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9 hours ago

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13 hours ago

Thanks for the add..HOT profile 4 PIGs

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3 weeks ago

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2 months ago

STUD!  Love the PROFILE!

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2 months ago

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5 months ago

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7 months ago

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1 year ago

Hot man! Great profile!

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1 year ago

I LOVE PIG MEN!  BEST MAN AROUND!  You are hot!

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1 year ago

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1 year ago

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1 year ago

DAMN DUDE...
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1 year ago

I add your photos...you are the most hot fucker ever...I  want to play with you man Woooo you are coolll and sexy..

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2 years ago

thanks for the add bud 

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2 years ago

What a hot guy and a sexy ass cowboy hat.  Bet we could fill that thing up full with your cum and my cum!!!!

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2 years ago

HoTTT profile, man!!!  ParTy on!

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2 years ago

we need more like you here in Wilton Manors, Fl !!!

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3 years ago

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3 years ago

I always get hard reading your profile and looking at your pics and vids.  You are so fuckin' hot.  Sizzling!  Thanks for being my friend here.

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4 years ago

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4 years ago

I would love to suk you off while you smoke.

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4 years ago

Thanks for you comment! You too!

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4 years ago

Thanks foryour friendship!  Great profile, your one sexy man!! Greetings from up north OX!

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4 years ago

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4 years ago

I'll keep daddy's cigar lit and his cock wet... Cum like a fuckin pig!!!!

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4 years ago

A story of total perversion:

                               The Red Roan

 

“Let’s go, son!” Dad yelled upstairs as I was getting out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. Dad and I didn’t have time to jack each other off that morning like we usually did. We had to go check on a stud horse at our neighbor Bill's ranch.

Bill was a rancher with a large herd of Angus beef cattle. He moved them from pasture to pasture on one of his Quarterhorses. He had a stable full of them. They were all well trained in working cattle. You didn’t have to lead these horses to a stray. The horse led you. I knew. I’d been on a roundup with he and my dad the year before.

I went to my bedroom and quickly dressed. I grabbed my pack of Marlboros and can of Skoal off the dresser and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Dad was waiting by the back door.

Dad was a real man’s man. He was about five-ten or so with short light brown hair. His hazel eyes set off his handsome and now slightly lined face. He was masculine without having to talk about it. His bull neck and broad shoulders tapered down to a thin waist and a tight and muscular ass. His thighs were thick and were perfectly framed by his Wranglers. He packed a big bulge in the front of his jeans looking like his cock and balls would strain the zipper enough to bust out. I looked at his crotch as often as I could and marveled that I came squirting out of that package eighteen years before. I’d been

told often enough that I was a dead ringer for him. They all said I looked just like him; and I did. I could have been a clone. I was the same height and weight, same hair and eye color, same sounding voice and muscular frame. He was just twenty years older than me, but looked much younger than his thirty-eight years. People would mistake us for brothers.

“Too bad we didn’t have time to jack off this morning, son.”

“It’s okay, dad,” I said, as I grabbed my Stetson off the coat stand. “We can try it tomorrow morning. We’ll have a little more time, and we’ve got plenty of sperm.”

“I missed seeing you squirt out a big load.”

Looking at me straight in the eye he said,

“You know one of these days, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. You know that don’t you?”

“Anytime you want, dad. My hole’s gonna be open for that eight inches of yours. I wanna feel your jizz in my guts.”

“Tomorrow morning, son. Not now. We have to get over to Bill’s place and check on that stud he says may be a little lame.”

“Let’s go!” I said as I lit up a Red and drew deeply on it.

Dad pulled out his Copenhagen can from his back pocket, pinched some off and then handed it to me. I pinched off a wad and stuck it under my lip. Between the Marlboro and the Cope, I started to get dizzy, but it was a good dizzy.

We hopped in the Ford pickup and dad drove us to the pasture where Bill kept his horses.

We pulled over to the side of the road and got out.

“Which one is it dad?”

“It’s the one closest to us, the red roan.”

The stallion seemed friendly and sauntered up to us, probably looking for some oats. He had a slight limp, but nothing drastic. When he reached the fence, we stroked his ears and muzzle. He seemed to like it. We heard the sound of splashing water and noticed the roan was pissing on a flat rock near the fence. It splattered in all directions.

“Godamn, dad. Look at that fuckin’ cock!”

I bent down and looked closer. The stud had at least twenty inches. His cock was limp and hanging down, dripping more piss. It was as thick as my forearm at the base and tapered slightly to the head. It looked like a man’s dick only much bigger and much longer. His grapefruit sized balls were swinging loose in the breeze.

Dad jumped the fence and took a closer look at the stud’s hoof and legs. He didn’t see anything unusual.

“I think I’ll just tell Bill to keep an eye on him. Nothin’ looks unusual.”

My veterinarian father was usually always right. He’d been a horse doctor for twenty years and knew the insides and outs of horses. He had a sixth sense about them. He jumped back over the fence, reached over to my front pocket and grabbed a Marlboro from my pack. I lit him up with my Zippo. We each spit a long trail of Cope juice. With a grin on his face, he looked at me and started to rub his crotch.

“I gotta piss real bad. You know what to do, son.”

I knew what he wanted. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth.

“Swallow this, son.”

Dad spit a huge wad of tobacco juice into my mouth. I hungrily swallowed it. He spit again and I swallowed. This was dad’s way of saying he wanted to piss in my mouth and then fuck it with his hard tool. I’d been sucking him off for a few years now and liked his taste. His cum was thick and tasty. Since it tasted like my own, that’s probably why I liked it so much.

Dad unzipped his Wranglers, pulled out his uncut eight inches and pulled back the foreskin. I wrapped my lips around the head as he started his stream of piss. I swallowed as much as I could, but I ended up with a wet shirt and jeans. He filled my belly with his warm urine. It felt good inside my stomach. His piss tasted and smelled like man. He finished up, took a few shakes and then stuffed his now wet cock back into his jeans.

“Thanks for the piss, dad. I want some more today. Remember that.”

“I will, son. You’ll be the first to know when I have a full bladder.”

We stood by the fence as the stud’s cock started to get longer. He’d finished pissing, so I wondered if he was horny.

“I wonder what it’s like to get fucked by that big of a cock,” I said.

“Bill’s mares seem to like him. He’s sired four foals. He’s got some potent cum.

Gettin’ fucked by that thing might rip your asshole open, I’d say.”

“Well, what if you were really loose.”

“Son, if you wanna have that horse’s dick up your ass, you need to loosen up. Turn around.”

I turned around and we both pulled our jeans down. I felt dad’s hard cock against my ass. I spread my legs wide. He spit a wad of Cope on his cock and rested the head against my throbbing pucker hole. He shoved gently at first and then I managed to take the full length inside me.

“I’m gonna loosen you up for that stud. I wanna see you get fucked by that horse.”

“I’ll try anything once, dad,” I said. He pumped my ass harder.

“I gotta loosen you up some more.”

He pulled his cock out and replaced it with three of his fingers. I started to loosen even more. He got a fourth finger in. It was painful, but my cock had gotten rock hard and was dripping clear liquid out of the piss slit. He put his fifth finger in my hole and started to spread them apart. He spit more Cope juice on his arm as he slid his clinched hand into my waiting man-pussy. I loosened up even more. He pushed harder and gently shoved his forearm almost up to his elbow into my tight hole. He slowly moved it in and out of my loosening hole. I'd never been fucked before. He'd pull out a bit and spit on his arm to keep me lubed up. His arm slid in and out with ease. I backed into his fist and clamped my sphincter tighter on it. He pulled back a bit and then gently pulled his whole arm out of my ass.

“I think you’re loose enough for that stud to fuck you now. I’ve always wanted to see a man getting fucked by a horse.”

“I wanna suck that big cock first and get a good taste of it,” I said, as I slowly jumped the fence. I pulled off my jeans and boots and threw them to dad.

The stallion didn’t move an inch. His cock was still hanging out with a couple of piss drips on the head. I put my arm gently across his back to settle him and let him know I was friendly. Shooing away flies, the tip of his switching tail brushed my face. I bent down as dad watched. I got on my knees. I slowly and gently grasped the base of his cock. He flinched a bit, but stood still as I slid my hand down the length of it to the giant bulbous head. It was dark, slick and wet and had prominent veins that popped out from the shaft. I lifted the head to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it. I could taste the final urine on him. I slid my tongue into his piss slit as I still held the head. I moved my mouth over the head and swallowed him down my throat as far as I could. I felt his sperm tube start to contract as I felt a warm gush of fresh horse piss hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. Most of it cascaded down my chest mixing with dad's. It smelled pungent and tasted better and better the more I swallowed. I started to gag, but continued to suck. I started to suck harder as I got used to his taste. I continued to hold the base while I was pumping him. All that urine made me want to let my bladder loose, so even with a hard on, I shot piss back and it hit his legs. The stud spread his back legs apart and let out an enthusiastic snort as he shook his mane and whinnied. I could tell he liked it. I couldn’t believe I was sucking off a horse. It tasted so good and perverted. I had a roaring hard on. I felt him stiffen in my mouth. I reluctantly pulled off and stood up feeling the warmth of a full belly of fresh horse piss.

As I stood up, I felt my ass dripping out gut and Cope juice. It ran down my inner thigh. I reached down and cupped my hand to catch some of it. I gathered a palm-full and lifted my hand to my mouth. I lapped up every drop of my ass juice and dad's Cope spit. I was still loose and wide open. I could feel my sphincter muscle hanging out from my hole.

“You ready to get fucked?” dad asked, as I pulled off the roan’s cock.

“Yeah, I’m ready. I sure liked suckin’ on it though. It tastes mighty good. I’d like to have him cum in my mouth.”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle all of it. When he shoots a load, it’s at least a quart of jizz. You’d rather have that up the ass wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, I would. How we gonna do this?”

The logistics of getting fucked by a horse were unknown to me. I just knew I wanted him in me. I wanted that huge dick to gush my guts full of horse cum. I wanted him to split my ass wide open. The stud’s hard on had gotten bigger.

Dad jumped the fence, grabbed the horse’s halter and led him through the side gate over to me. He pulled down the tailgate of the truck.

“Get up on your back on the tailgate and spread your legs far apart.”

I did what I was told. We weren’t too worried about anyone seeing us. We were far back on the most remote part of the ranch.

I laid back on the tailgate and spread my legs wide apart and lifted my ass up. While dad held onto the stud’s halter, he leaned down and put his nose near my dripping and loose open pucker hole and spit a huge wad of tobacco juice on it. He then led the horse over so it was standing in front of me. The stallion had a huge roaring hard on now. His dick was stiff and stuck out a yard from his belly.

“You ready?”

“Yeah,” I said, not really knowing whether I was or not.

Dad led the horse up to me and the stud stuck his nose near my ass and sniffed and snorted a couple of times. I couldn’t believe it, but that horse knew what he wanted and knew what to do. He reared up a bit and with a loud "slam," his hooves hit the tailgate and luckily missed my head. He shuddered a bit, snorted. and then shifted forward. The huge mass of the stud loomed over me. His belly was hanging over mine and was grazing my skin. I lifted my legs higher and wrapped them around his hindquarters to help steady me. I moved my ass up a bit as I felt his stiff cock brushing against my hole. The stud started to shove into my ass. He wasn’t gentle about it, either. I lifted my ass up more as he kept shifting his hind legs to get settled in my guts. He shoved the hard head in. I groaned in pain but was able to handle it after being fist fucked by dad. He shoved it farther and farther into me. He moved his hindquarters back and forth as he started to ream my hole. He pumped hard and was shoving me back toward the cab with force. I had to shift my ass to keep from loosing his cock. I tightened my legs around him. I loosened up even more, shoved my ass against him and took the whole stallion's cock up my ass. He was splitting me open, but good. Dad watched intently and pulled his hard cock out and started to jack off while he watched the massive cock slide in and out of me. I felt his cock-head hitting my stomach. I didn’t know that I could take that long of a cock that far up. The stud continued to pound my ass hard. I was hoping he didn’t slip on the slick metal tailgate and fall on me. It was a delicate balance.

“When’s he gonna cum, dad?” I yelled.

“It usually doesn’t take too long. He’s probably getting ready now.”

The stud continued to pound me hard as I shoved my hole against him to take in the full length. I felt him slow down a little. He shifted his back legs a bit. I then felt his cock starting to contract and pulsate in my guts. The horse was cumming in my ass. I felt hot horse jizz shoot into my guts. He kept fucking me as he unloaded his spunk. I started to hear a squishing sound that came from my hole. I was filling up with his jizz now and it was so much, it started to leak out around my hole and onto the truck bed. I felt more and more warmth in my guts as the stud continued to unload his ball juice in me. I shoved my ass further up against him so I could get as much of his cum as I could. He slowed down a bit and started to go limp in me. I slid my asshole off his cock and took him in my mouth. I sucked his still half hard cock until I got all his juice. I grabbed the shaft and pulled it hard from base to tip and was rewarded with a long stream of cum. I sucked it out of his piss hole. My loose and stretched asshole started to dribble and then gush out a river of horse jizz. I clamped down my sphincter muscle so I could keep it in me. It was white, thick and creamy and there was a bucket of it. It covered the bed of the truck as I started to move a bit. It was slippery and thick. I kept holding onto his cum. I slid back away from him as he reared back and dismounted the tailgate. His cock was dripping. Dad grabbed his halter and started to lead him back into the pasture.

"Wait, dad," I said.

I got under the roan and took his now limp cock into my mouth again and licked up the last of his cream.

“God damn, son! You just got fucked by a horse! Get back up on the tailgate and spread your legs.”

I laid back on the tailgate and spread my legs. Dad bent down to my bunghole and stuck his tongue on my dripping ass. He started to lick horse cum off my hole. He stuck his tongue deep into me as equine semen continued to flow out. I clamped down again.

“Dad, let me keep the rest in my guts, okay?”

“Sure. There’s enough in there for both of us for the next week.”

“I’m not gonna shit for a few days. I wanna keep it in.”

“Shit, you’re a real horse fucker now son. My arm’s not a horse cock, but I’ll fuck and stretch you as wide as I can.”

“Thanks dad, but it just won’t be the same.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thanks for the add, stud. U R too hot for words. If you want to shoot a big load, read my story below-pw (Wayne Bracford)

                    The War & Captain Kincaid

                                  by Wayne Bracford

 

During the first Gulf War, I was stationed in Kuwait. Being a Lance Corporal Marine ordinance specialist kept me busy as the Marines and Air force flew constant day and night sorties into Iraq. It was hot work out in the desert and most of us ground support personnel were naked to the waist. The men around me smelled of pungent man-sweat and had glistening rivers of sweat rolling down their backs and chests constantly due to the heat. I was no exception. The sights and smells were heady and I drank in every scent of man I could. It was particularly intense when I’d have to help another soldier lift the ordinance for the next sortie. We had to rub our wet, perspiring chests and backs together on occasion, as we helped each other lift and lock the bombs on the wings of an A-10 Warthog. I couldn’t help but rub and flex my chiseled pecs and hard prominent nipples up against another soldier’s bare and sweaty back as we finished the loading procedure. My nipples were always at attention: and hard. So was my cock; most of the time. The smell of the men and jet fuel gave me a constant erection. Sometimes when loading, I’d have to press my crotch against the legs of another specialist. I always knew they could feel my twitching hard dick against their leg because we’d have to hold still for a few minutes while supporting the ordinance. No one ever said anything about it. No one ever complained. We all had a job to do and the camaraderie was intense. I’d felt a lot of hard cocks pressing against my legs more than once. I found myself constantly adjusting my package so no one would detect my eight uncut inches straining against my cammos.

After a long shift, I’d find myself in the temporary enlisted men’s club with a cold beer. Every man in the place was shirtless. There was every kind of chest you could think of: hairy, smooth, muscular and everything in between. We all smelled of musky man-sweat that gave the club a thick aroma that would inspire countless hard-ons. Most of the men smoked Marlboros and always Reds. The Lights were reserved for pussies. If you didn’t have a Red in your mouth, you were considered a lightweight. Some guys smoked Lucky Strike straights and they were considered the real hard-asses of the crew. They invariably had a rock hard stomach and hard pecs from working out constantly. Most had a carpet of dense hair on their chests. They all said Luckies would grow hair on your chest, so I, always wanting more hair on my chest, would occasionally buy a carton of Luckies at the post exchange.

The club would fill up with dense blue smoke, but most guys didn’t mind the smell of sweat and tobacco. After a long shift, we’d all drink beer until we almost passed out. I found myself one night outside the club, staggering back to my tent in the still-hot desert breeze. As I walked toward my waiting bunk, a familiar-looking pilot just off a sortie was walking my way.

Captain Kincaid had a form that expressed total manhood. I’d helped him strap into his A-10 often enough. I always noticed his eyes staring at my bare chest and brown and erect nipples. When he spoke to me, his eyes held onto mine a bit longer than normal. Almost six feet tall, he had a perfect v-shaped body, a broad chest tapering down to a small waist. His ass was small and looked muscular and tight. His thick thighs always strained against his flight suit. He had a smile that could melt the polar icecap. With light short-cropped brown hair and glistening green eyes, he was a pilot stud. His tight form-fitting flight suit couldn’t conceal his huge bulge below his flight suit zipper, all the more accentuated by the crossing leg straps of his ‘chute pack. He walked up to me as I was heading home. I saluted as I started to walk by. He stopped in his tracks and returned the salute and in passing said,

“Hey, corporal. I just got off a long sortie and I’m out of smokes. Can I bum one?”

I turned around and said,

“Sure, Captain, anything for you,” in an almost flirting tone. I was horny and feeling like doing more than just flirting with this manly tank-killing warrior.

I reached into my cammo’s side leg pocket, pulled out the pack of unfiltered Luckies and offered him one.

“Alright! This is a real man’s cigarette,” he said. “I usually smoke Marlboro Reds, but this Lucky ought to do the trick. Strong men like us need good strong fuckin’ smokes to get through this war, right?”

“Fuck, yeah, captain. I think you’ll like Lucky Strikes.”

I was hoping I wasn’t slurring my words too much as I still felt the beer buzz.

Intently staring into my eyes, he ran his wet tongue over his lips and then stuck the Lucky in the side of his mouth. He lifted his right arm and reached up across his broad chest to the zippered cigarette cargo pocket of his flight suit on his left arm. Unzipping it with a quick rip, he produced his coveted gold-plated Air Force Zippo. He held it out to the sodium overhead lighting, flipped it open with a “clank” and lit up. After snuffing the flame out with a quick backhanded reverse “snap,” he put the Zippo back in his side pocket and drew long on the unfiltered Lucky. The tip flared and glowed a deep red for what seemed like an unusual amount of time. He really did need a smoke; and needed one badly. He opened his mouth for a split second as I watched the dense and thick cloud of tobacco smoke being snapped back down his throat into his waiting lungs. As he exhaled the blue smoke slowly from his nostrils, he smiled slightly and said,

“These are pretty fuckin’ good, corporal. I can feel it pounding my lung tissue. This Lucky is kickin’ my ass!”

Every word from his mouth was punctuated with fresh smoke from his breath.

“Glad you like ‘em, captain.”

”Did these Luckies make all that hair grow on your chest?”

I then remembered I was still naked to the waist without my cammo blouse. I could feel my sweat rolling down my chest and stomach to my crotch. I felt my nipples tingle and harden. My nipples could stand at attention quicker than I could, especially in the presence of such a hot warrior stud.

“Well, captain,” I replied, “I think it was the Marlboro Reds. I just started smokin’ Luckies a month or so ago.”

Taking another long and deep drag, he pulled off the smoke from his mouth with his thumb and middle finger. He cupped, and almost closed, his hand over the cigarette and dropped his arm down to his side. Wisps of smoke from the burning Lucky rose up from his hand past his palm and curled around his forearm as he exhaled another thick cloud through his nose in long dense jets.

“Anything I can do for you, captain?” I said, wanting to spend some more time with this manly warrior.

“Well, actually, yeah. If you don’t mind, you can help me get out of this fuckin’ sweaty flight suit back in the pilot’s locker room. It’s hard for one guy to do it himself and I’m the last one off the line tonight, so there won’t be any extra help for me.”

“Yes, sir. I’d be glad to help you out.”

The thought of unzipping this stud of a man started my dick juices to run. I was trying to keep a hard-on from showing under my cammos, but being half-drunk, I really didn’t give a shit.

“Thanks. Follow me, corporal. What’s your name again?”

“It’s corporal Troy Abrams, sir.”

“Oh, right. Let’s go, Troy, that is, unless I’m keeping you from getting your dick dipped into some wet warm pussy tonight.”

“No chance of that, captain, but I could get into some deep shit for being in an officer’s locker and helping you out.”

“Don’t worry about it, Troy. It’s too fuckin’ late and no one else is gonna to be around. No one would give a flyin’ fuck, anyway.”

We walked to the flight building, the captain unlocked the locker room and we walked in. Captain Kincaid took one last draw on his smoke and then put the Lucky out in the sand-filled floor ashtray. I followed his smoke trail down the dimly lit hall to his locker. As he threw his helmet on the bench, he said,

“Shit, you ordinance guys always look so fuckin’ cool with your shirts off. I never get to do that. Regulations, you know.”

I noticed he was starring at my chest as he asked me for another cigarette. Since I always kept a pack of Marlboros handy, I reached into my other cammo pocket and produced a new pack of Reds.

“Care for a Red, Captain?”

“Yeah, thanks. That’s my brand. I gotta get to the post exchange tomorrow for a carton.”

I took out the fresh unopened pack, tapped it hard a few times against the back of my hand to pack the tobacco, removed the cellophane top and cracked it open. I tapped out a fresh Marlboro for him. He pulled it out of the crowded new pack and lifted the cigarette to his nose. His hand moved it back and forth slowly under his nose as he took in the sweet and heady smell of fresh Virginia tobacco.

“Fuck, corporal. This Marlboro smells so good I could eat it. This really is the United States of America’s best fuckin’ smoke. No wonder they call it ‘Virginia’s Finest.’”

“Yeah, captain, Marlboros are the best, but Lucky Strike straights come in a close second.”

“I’ll go along with that. Luckies are pretty fuckin’ sweet.”

I grabbed one of the fresh Marlboro Reds with my teeth and then reached over and put the almost-full pack in the captain’s flight suit cargo side pocket.

“These ought to hold you over until tomorrow,” I said.

“Hey, thanks, corporal. Never know when you’re gonna need a real man’s cigarette.”

He cracked open the Zippo again and thumbed the flint wheel with authority. The spark hit the fuel-soaked wick with a slight “thump” as the Zippo ignited a cool blue flame. He put the flame up to the tip of my Red and then lit his. We both took long deep drags. As he exhaled all the smoke from his nostrils he asked me in all seriousness,

“Do you think if I switch to Luckies, that this hair on my chest will get thicker?”

Poking the Red in the side of his mouth, Captain Kincaid started to unzip the front of his flight suit slowly and deliberately until it was down past his navel and to the bottom of his thick pubic hair, just above his cock. The base of his cock barely showed among the dark and thick brown pubic hair. He was facing me with his zipper open down to his crotch. He took another long drag on the Marlboro. He continued talking. With the cigarette dangling from his thick lips as it danced up and down as he spoke, he took both hands and pulled his now-unzipped flight suit wide apart at chest-level revealing his muscular pecs, abs and short and sparse light-brown chest hair. The hair was short but thick and neat. It looked like he kept it well-trimmed. You could see his nipples and abs through the chest hair.

“So, you think my chest hair is thick enough, corporal? I want to be able to get lots of pussy with this chest. Chicks love to run their fingers through it.”

“Yeah,” I said feeling my cock start to twitch. “You could probably grow more with a couple of cartons of Lucky Strike, and then you’d get all the pussy you could handle.”

Keeping the Red in his mouth, he took another deep drag and exhaled through his mouth as he spoke:

“The more pussy I get, corporal, the better. My fuckin’ nuts fill up with cum pretty quick. I usually have to jack off at least once a day or it backs up. There ain’t enough pussy around here for me to get rid of it fast enough.”

“I know what you mean, captain. My balls get pretty blue from the backup, too.”

“Hey, corporal. Help me loosen the ‘chute webbing from around my legs and unzip the back for me, would ya?”

My cock started to drip sticky juice as he turned around showing his broad back and small tight ass. I pulled the short zipper down below the back of his neck to help loosen the top of the suit. His suit was soaked and stained with sweat as I took in his aroma. The pungent smell of musk, man-sweat, jet fuel and tobacco smoke was overpowering. I reached down below his ass between his thick legs and started to undo the ‘chute webbing. Turning his head back toward me, the Red still locked in his lips, he said,

“Let me spread my legs farther apart so you can loosen up that webbing easier.”

“Thanks, that’ll help.” I said as my cock kept swelling in size and started to drip more sticky pre-cum fluid. With some effort I released the cinched webbing and the ‘chute pack. I pulled it back off from his broad back and thick legs.

He turned his head back around toward me again in a sideways glance, the burning Marlboro still in his mouth.

Squinting his deep green eyes through the rising smoke, he said,

“That’s feels a whole fuckin’ lot better.”

He turned back then turned around and faced me again.

As he pulled his right arm out of the top with some effort, it loosened up enough for him to pull out the other arm from the tight sleeves. He let the suit fall to his waist revealing his full muscular chest and thick biceps. He was covered in hot sweat. The suit tugged at his waist as he lifted his helmet off the bench and reached up to place it on top of his locker.

“Can you help me with my boots, corporal?”

“Sure thing, captain.”

The Captain placed his foot up on the bench as I bent over and started to loosen the shoestrings of his black spit-polished boot on his right foot as he started to empty his flight suit pockets. I was about half done when he reached down with the now short burning Marlboro between his fingers, took the front zipper and pulled it all the way down slowly and gingerly past his cock and balls and underneath to the base of his nut-sac. His fat nine-inch uncut cock sprang out with a force as his beautiful round egg-shaped balls swung out from behind the zipper and dropped loosely below his dick. His rod was half-hard as it swung in front of my face. He pulled long and hard on Virginia’s Finest and exhaled a cloud of smoke down into my face while saying,

“Don’t mind my dick, corporal. It has a mind of its own.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all, captain. We’re both men. We get hard-ons. We’ve seen hard dicks before.”

He reached back down and grabbed his large nuts and started to stretch and pull his ball-sac down.

“Goddamn, that feels good to get some air to my nuts. After being stuck in this flight suit for ten hours, these big boys need a little breeze.”

My face was ten inches from his swinging uncut cock and damp balls. I tried to ignore his ever-growing hard-on, but the man-smell from his crotch was strong and overpowering. I started to get harder and harder. My eight inches started to strain against my cammos. I was hoping he didn’t notice, but secretly didn’t care.

He pulled off his balls and grabbed his foreskin and pulled the hood back exposing a fat mushroom. I don’t know whether it was pre-cum or sweat, but his piss slit had a bead of clear liquid on it. It grew bigger and then started to drip off in a long sticky stream down from his piss hole as his cock grew larger and larger. He had smoked the Red down to the filter. Taking the last drag off the spent Marlboro, he dropped it on the linoleum floor and crushed it out with his boot

“Got another one of those Luckies, corporal?”

I stopped unlacing his boot. I looked up at him. My cock was rock hard by now.

“Sure, captain.”

I nervously reached into my other pocket, pulled out the red and black Lucky pack and shook a fresh one out for him. He took it and stuck it in the side of his mouth. He picked up his Zippo off the bench. He opened it and fired it up. I grabbed another and he lit us both up. He snapped the Zippo shut. Wrapping his lips tightly around the Lucky, he took a long deep drag and parted his lips slightly. The smoke started to escape from his mouth and rise to his nose. He let the thick tobacco smoke seep out slowly and up his sweaty and beard-stubbled upper lip as he inhaled through his nose. He took all the smoke up through his nose in one inhale and exhaled through his nostrils. I’d never seen anyone pull off a sexy French inhale like he did.

“Finish my other boot, corporal so I can get out of this monkey suit.”

I unlaced his other boot as his hard cock swung back and forth in front of my face. I wanted to wrap my lips around that hot and sweaty rod and pump it for all it was worth, but I was too shy. He stripped the rest of the suit off and he was then standing in front of me; buck-naked with a giant twitching hard on.

“You ever sucked smoke from another guys mouth?” he said.

“No, can’t say as I have,” I said nervously.

“A Marlboro tastes better that way. Maybe a Lucky would, too. Want me to show ya?”

“Sure,” I said, as I thought of having this pilot studs’ mouth over mine.

“You have to strip off you pants and underwear. This is man-to-man only.”

I obliged and ripped my pants and underwear off exposing my rock hard eight inches. I was still sweating from the heat.

“You got a nice dick, corporal. Bet you’ve worn out more than one pussy with that rod. Come over here and I’ll show you how a real man get’s a full-flavored tobacco taste.”

He starred intently at me as I stood up. He grabbed me around the waist with his thick hands and pulled me tight up against his wet hairy chest. Our tits were rubbing together as he reached down and put his cock underneath my ballsac between my legs and shoved it back between my thighs. He started to move it in and out.

“Okay, corporal, let’s grow some more hair on our chests. Open your mouth as wide as you can and I’m gonna give you some man-smoke. Suck it all in when I get my mouth on yours.

I opened wide and started to close my eyes as I saw him take a long deep draw on the Lucky. I felt his wet mouth and rough beard stubble lock over mine as he put his hand behind my head and pushed my mouth hard against his. I tasted the Lucky smoke and inhaled deeply while he blew it all down my lungs. The smoke hammered my lung tissue like a freight train. I could feel the impact in my chest, and that gave me a fresh rush of blood to my cock. I exhaled through my nose in long streams. I could taste his sweat. He darted his tongue in and out of mine. He pushed my mouth harder and harder against his. I swallowed as much of his tobacco-soaked saliva as I could. I thought I was gonna cum right then. He continued to fuck my mouth hard with his tongue.

“How’s that taste, corporal?” he said while pulling off my mouth, but keeping his slippery hard cock between my legs. I tightened my thighs around it.

“It tastes great, captain. I never knew a Lucky could taste that good.”

He spit out a piece of loose tobacco and took another deep and long drag.

My sore balls were being slammed up against his belly with every thrust of his rod. The length of his fat cock rubbed the bottom of my nut-sac with each thrust he took. My wet member, at full attention, was rubbing against his sweating and hairy abs. He pulled me tighter against him as my cockhead began to ooze more juice. The friction against his belly made me want to cum, but I held back.

“Open up again. I’m gonna blow this hot Lucky smoke down your throat. It’s gonna hit your lungs hard and make you dizzy. Hold it all in for a second and then blow it back out into mine.”

He took another hard drag and opened his mouth revealing a dense cloud of smoke that I was to suck down. He placed his mouth over mine and forced the smoke down deep into my lungs as I hungrily sucked on his mouth. The smoke from the Lucky hit my lungs with full force. I pushed the smoke back out through my nose as he pulled off. He put his lips on my nose and sucked out the last.

“Fuck, corporal! That’s gotta be the best fucking smoke I’ve ever had.”

He threw the spent Lucky on the floor. He looked deep into my eyes and grinned as he slowly started to fuck my thighs. I tightened my thick thighs around his cock. He’d held in the last of the smoke and it crept out of his mouth in short spurts as he put his mouth up to my nose and started to whisper. The strong tobacco breath was overpowering. I could feel my jizz starting to rise out of my nuts.

“Ain’t smokin’ better when you get it fresh out of a man’s lungs, corporal?”

“Oh, yeah, captain. This must be how real men do it. You really know how to smoke.”

“So do you, corporal. Suck on my tongue again.”

His breath smelled like sweet tobacco as I sucked on his tongue. I was getting close to cumming.

He continued to pound my thighs and started to speed up his thrusts. His cockhead must have been dripping a lot of pre-cum as it slid easily in and out of my legs. I could feel the crack between my legs starting to get wet.

Captain Kincaid opened his mouth and pressed it against mine. We rammed our tongues in and out as he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth hard up against his. Our mouths were full of smoky saliva and I sucked as much of his spit down into my guts as I could. I rolled my tongue around the wet insides of his cheeks savoring the taste. He started fucking my mouth with his tongue and shoved it so deep into the back of my throat, I felt myself start to gag. Rubbing his two-day old stubble on my lips made them burn. I felt his hand behind my head pushing me harder against his mouth. We both were perspiring profusely and the sweat running into our mouths tasted sweet and salty.

Pulling off my mouth, he stuck out his tobacco-tinged tongue and lapped-up the rivers of sweat rolling down my neck. He continued to move his tongue all over my neck tasting every drop of my salty fluid. Lifting my arm up, he buried his face in my wet and rank man-smelling armpit. He moved his tongue up and down and across the dark thick hair of my underarm and groaned as he shoved his nose hard into my pit. He sniffed and licked hard and swallowed a load of my pit sweat. Lifting his head, he opened his mouth and put it over mine so I could taste my own sweat. We exchanged spit and sweat. Lowering his mouth down to my right nipple, he clamped his teeth on tight and started to bite and chew. I arched my back a bit so he could keep his cock between my legs as he sucked and chewed my tit. I tightened and then flexed my pecs up and down pressing my hard nipple against his open mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth harder against my chest. He rubbed his beard roughly against it making it burn with pleasure. Chewing for what seemed like hours, he continued to shove his enormous cock in and out of my clamped thighs. It was painful as he bit hard enough to draw blood. I didn’t care. He could lick all the spilled blood off my tit if he wanted.

He pulled off my nipple and opened his mouth wide over mine and started to tongue-fuck me. I felt his back muscles and pecs tighten. He was ready to cum. His cock rammed my wet thighs harder and faster. My nut-sac and cock were sore from being slammed by his tight and flat belly. He increased the pace and I felt my cockhead start to ooze fluid. I was about ready to shoot my load. The captain tightened his grip around my waist and gave one final thrust as I felt his sticky spunk start to shoot from his piss-hole. It drenched my inner thighs. He continued to pump hard as rivers of jizz kept shooting out from his fat cock into my leg crack. It made a wet and squishing sound as I felt warm cum start to dribble down the inside of my leg. The aroma was too intense for me to hold out any longer and I spilled my nut-juice in giant spurts all over our rubbing and heaving bellies. We continued to tighten our pecs as they rubbed together in a sweaty dance of man-lust.

“Fuck, corporal,” the captain said, breathing heavily into my ear. “You shoot an awful lot of cum. Guess those nuts of yours hold more than I thought.”

“I could say the same about yours, captain.”

The captain pulled his cock out from my legs slowly. More jizz escaped and I felt it run down my thigh. He docked our dicks and put his piss-slit against mine. He squeezed his rod and it dripped more man-juice out onto my still-wet cock.

“Can I suck the rest of the juice out of your cock, captain?” I said.

“Permission granted, corporal. Get on your knees and suck the rest out.”

I got on my knees and did as I was told. I put him into my mouth as I placed my hand at the base of his cock and squeezed. His dick was covered with cum. I milked the last of whatever he had into my waiting mouth. He had a few drops more and I swallowed it. I licked all the spunk off of his cock. When I got done, he said,

“Stand up, corporal, and lick your cum off my chest. That’s an order!”

I obliged. I licked his sweaty and cum-soaked chest of any trace of moisture. My cum tasted good. I kept most of it in my mouth, not swallowing. I stood up, opened my mouth and placed it hard against the captain’s. He opened wide and our tongues met mixing the man-sweat with the nut-juice spit as he tongue-fucked my mouth. He swallowed all the saliva, sweat and cum I could give him. I shoved as much of it against his tongue as I could. He greedily sucked all of it out of my mouth. He started to suck hard on my mouth, wanting more, but my baby-juice was gone into both our bellies. My thighs were still dripping his spunk. It ran down the insides of my legs. Captain Kincaid bent down:

“Spread your legs, troop. I want to lick all my jizz from your legs.”

I spread my legs. He bent down, placed his head between my legs under my ball-sac and started to lick his cum off my inner thighs. He made loud sucking sounds as his tongue slurped up his own fresh spunk and swallowed it down into his waiting guts. He cleaned my inner thighs of his jizz. I thought he was finished as he pulled up.

“Open your mouth, corporal.”

I opened wide as he brought his mouth close to mine. He rolled his spent cum around in his mouth and then spit into my open mouth. I swallowed all of it. I opened again. He spit again into my mouth a few more times to make sure I got all of it.

“Fuck, captain, that’s the best cum I’ve ever tasted,” I said, as I swallowed the rest.

“Time for a Lucky,” he said, as I pulled the pack from my cammos.

He lit us both up with his Zippo as we both stood there naked and inhaled deeply.

“Better get dressed,” he said as he held the smoke in and released it slowly.

I started pulling my pants back on as he headed for the showers.

“You got more hair on your chest, captain,” I yelled as he headed down the hall.

“Guess you’re right, corporal. I can see it sprouting already.”

“Told ya those Luckies would do it.”

“Corporal, these Luckies are so good, I think I’ll buy a carton at the post.”

“Anytime you want help getting out of your flight suit, let me know.”

“I’ll be sure to do that, corporal.”

I watched his sweet bare ass-cheeks jiggle as he headed to the showers.

After our encounter, I never saw Captain Kincaid again, but my dick twitched at the thought of his cum-filled mouth on mine. Every time I lit up a Lucky, I thought of him.

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Shoot a big load on this-pw (Wayne Bracford)

                 The War & Captain Kincaid

                           by Wayne Bracford

 

During the first Gulf War, I was stationed in Kuwait. Being a Lance Corporal Marine ordinance specialist kept me busy as the Marines and Air force flew constant day and night sorties into Iraq. It was hot work out in the desert and most of us ground support personnel were naked to the waist. The men around me smelled of pungent man-sweat and had glistening rivers of sweat rolling down their backs and chests constantly due to the heat. I was no exception. The sights and smells were heady and I drank in every scent of man I could. It was particularly intense when I’d have to help another soldier lift the ordinance for the next sortie. We had to rub our wet, perspiring chests and backs together on occasion, as we helped each other lift and lock the bombs on the wings of an A-10 Warthog. I couldn’t help but rub and flex my chiseled pecs and hard prominent nipples up against another soldier’s bare and sweaty back as we finished the loading procedure. My nipples were always at attention: and hard. So was my cock; most of the time. The smell of the men and jet fuel gave me a constant erection. Sometimes when loading, I’d have to press my crotch against the legs of another specialist. I always knew they could feel my twitching hard dick against their leg because we’d have to hold still for a few minutes while supporting the ordinance. No one ever said anything about it. No one ever complained. We all had a job to do and the camaraderie was intense. I’d felt a lot of hard cocks pressing against my legs more than once. I found myself constantly adjusting my package so no one would detect my eight uncut inches straining against my cammos.

After a long shift, I’d find myself in the temporary enlisted men’s club with a cold beer. Every man in the place was shirtless. There was every kind of chest you could think of: hairy, smooth, muscular and everything in between. We all smelled of musky man-sweat that gave the club a thick aroma that would inspire countless hard-ons. Most of the men smoked Marlboros and always Reds. The Lights were reserved for pussies. If you didn’t have a Red in your mouth, you were considered a lightweight. Some guys smoked Lucky Strike straights and they were considered the real hard-asses of the crew. They invariably had a rock hard stomach and hard pecs from working out constantly. Most had a carpet of dense hair on their chests. They all said Luckies would grow hair on your chest, so I, always wanting more hair on my chest, would occasionally buy a carton of Luckies at the post exchange.

The club would fill up with dense blue smoke, but most guys didn’t mind the smell of sweat and tobacco. After a long shift, we’d all drink beer until we almost passed out. I found myself one night outside the club, staggering back to my tent in the still-hot desert breeze. As I walked toward my waiting bunk, a familiar-looking pilot just off a sortie was walking my way.

Captain Kincaid had a form that expressed total manhood. I’d helped him strap into his A-10 often enough. I always noticed his eyes staring at my bare chest and brown and erect nipples. When he spoke to me, his eyes held onto mine a bit longer than normal. Almost six feet tall, he had a perfect v-shaped body, a broad chest tapering down to a small waist. His ass was small and looked muscular and tight. His thick thighs always strained against his flight suit. He had a smile that could melt the polar icecap. With light short-cropped brown hair and glistening green eyes, he was a pilot stud. His tight form-fitting flight suit couldn’t conceal his huge bulge below his flight suit zipper, all the more accentuated by the crossing leg straps of his ‘chute pack. He walked up to me as I was heading home. I saluted as I started to walk by. He stopped in his tracks and returned the salute and in passing said,

“Hey, corporal. I just got off a long sortie and I’m out of smokes. Can I bum one?”

I turned around and said,

“Sure, Captain, anything for you,” in an almost flirting tone. I was horny and feeling like doing more than just flirting with this manly tank-killing warrior.

I reached into my cammo’s side leg pocket, pulled out the pack of unfiltered Luckies and offered him one.

“Alright! This is a real man’s cigarette,” he said. “I usually smoke Marlboro Reds, but this Lucky ought to do the trick. Strong men like us need good strong fuckin’ smokes to get through this war, right?”

“Fuck, yeah, captain. I think you’ll like Lucky Strikes.”

I was hoping I wasn’t slurring my words too much as I still felt the beer buzz.

Intently staring into my eyes, he ran his wet tongue over his lips and then stuck the Lucky in the side of his mouth. He lifted his right arm and reached up across his broad chest to the zippered cigarette cargo pocket of his flight suit on his left arm. Unzipping it with a quick rip, he produced his coveted gold-plated Air Force Zippo. He held it out to the sodium overhead lighting, flipped it open with a “clank” and lit up. After snuffing the flame out with a quick backhanded reverse “snap,” he put the Zippo back in his side pocket and drew long on the unfiltered Lucky. The tip flared and glowed a deep red for what seemed like an unusual amount of time. He really did need a smoke; and needed one badly. He opened his mouth for a split second as I watched the dense and thick cloud of tobacco smoke being snapped back down his throat into his waiting lungs. As he exhaled the blue smoke slowly from his nostrils, he smiled slightly and said,

“These are pretty fuckin’ good, corporal. I can feel it pounding my lung tissue. This Lucky is kickin’ my ass!”

Every word from his mouth was punctuated with fresh smoke from his breath.

“Glad you like ‘em, captain.”

”Did these Luckies make all that hair grow on your chest?”

I then remembered I was still naked to the waist without my cammo blouse. I could feel my sweat rolling down my chest and stomach to my crotch. I felt my nipples tingle and harden. My nipples could stand at attention quicker than I could, especially in the presence of such a hot warrior stud.

“Well, captain,” I replied, “I think it was the Marlboro Reds. I just started smokin’ Luckies a month or so ago.”

Taking another long and deep drag, he pulled off the smoke from his mouth with his thumb and middle finger. He cupped, and almost closed, his hand over the cigarette and dropped his arm down to his side. Wisps of smoke from the burning Lucky rose up from his hand past his palm and curled around his forearm as he exhaled another thick cloud through his nose in long dense jets.

“Anything I can do for you, captain?” I said, wanting to spend some more time with this manly warrior.

“Well, actually, yeah. If you don’t mind, you can help me get out of this fuckin’ sweaty flight suit back in the pilot’s locker room. It’s hard for one guy to do it himself and I’m the last one off the line tonight, so there won’t be any extra help for me.”

“Yes, sir. I’d be glad to help you out.”

The thought of unzipping this stud of a man started my dick juices to run. I was trying to keep a hard-on from showing under my cammos, but being half-drunk, I really didn’t give a shit.

“Thanks. Follow me, corporal. What’s your name again?”

“It’s corporal Troy Abrams, sir.”

“Oh, right. Let’s go, Troy, that is, unless I’m keeping you from getting your dick dipped into some wet warm pussy tonight.”

“No chance of that, captain, but I could get into some deep shit for being in an officer’s locker and helping you out.”

“Don’t worry about it, Troy. It’s too fuckin’ late and no one else is gonna to be around. No one would give a flyin’ fuck, anyway.”

We walked to the flight building, the captain unlocked the locker room and we walked in. Captain Kincaid took one last draw on his smoke and then put the Lucky out in the sand-filled floor ashtray. I followed his smoke trail down the dimly lit hall to his locker. As he threw his helmet on the bench, he said,

“Shit, you ordinance guys always look so fuckin’ cool with your shirts off. I never get to do that. Regulations, you know.”

I noticed he was starring at my chest as he asked me for another cigarette. Since I always kept a pack of Marlboros handy, I reached into my other cammo pocket and produced a new pack of Reds.

“Care for a Red, Captain?”

“Yeah, thanks. That’s my brand. I gotta get to the post exchange tomorrow for a carton.”

I took out the fresh unopened pack, tapped it hard a few times against the back of my hand to pack the tobacco, removed the cellophane top and cracked it open. I tapped out a fresh Marlboro for him. He pulled it out of the crowded new pack and lifted the cigarette to his nose. His hand moved it back and forth slowly under his nose as he took in the sweet and heady smell of fresh Virginia tobacco.

“Fuck, corporal. This Marlboro smells so good I could eat it. This really is the United States of America’s best fuckin’ smoke. No wonder they call it ‘Virginia’s Finest.’”

“Yeah, captain, Marlboros are the best, but Lucky Strike straights come in a close second.”

“I’ll go along with that. Luckies are pretty fuckin’ sweet.”

I grabbed one of the fresh Marlboro Reds with my teeth and then reached over and put the almost-full pack in the captain’s flight suit cargo side pocket.

“These ought to hold you over until tomorrow,” I said.

“Hey, thanks, corporal. Never know when you’re gonna need a real man’s cigarette.”

He cracked open the Zippo again and thumbed the flint wheel with authority. The spark hit the fuel-soaked wick with a slight “thump” as the Zippo ignited a cool blue flame. He put the flame up to the tip of my Red and then lit his. We both took long deep drags. As he exhaled all the smoke from his nostrils he asked me in all seriousness,

“Do you think if I switch to Luckies, that this hair on my chest will get thicker?”

Poking the Red in the side of his mouth, Captain Kincaid started to unzip the front of his flight suit slowly and deliberately until it was down past his navel and to the bottom of his thick pubic hair, just above his cock. The base of his cock barely showed among the dark and thick brown pubic hair. He was facing me with his zipper open down to his crotch. He took another long drag on the Marlboro. He continued talking. With the cigarette dangling from his thick lips as it danced up and down as he spoke, he took both hands and pulled his now-unzipped flight suit wide apart at chest-level revealing his muscular pecs, abs and short and sparse light-brown chest hair. The hair was short but thick and neat. It looked like he kept it well-trimmed. You could see his nipples and abs through the chest hair.

“So, you think my chest hair is thick enough, corporal? I want to be able to get lots of pussy with this chest. Chicks love to run their fingers through it.”

“Yeah,” I said feeling my cock start to twitch. “You could probably grow more with a couple of cartons of Lucky Strike, and then you’d get all the pussy you could handle.”

Keeping the Red in his mouth, he took another deep drag and exhaled through his mouth as he spoke:

“The more pussy I get, corporal, the better. My fuckin’ nuts fill up with cum pretty quick. I usually have to jack off at least once a day or it backs up. There ain’t enough pussy around here for me to get rid of it fast enough.”

“I know what you mean, captain. My balls get pretty blue from the backup, too.”

“Hey, corporal. Help me loosen the ‘chute webbing from around my legs and unzip the back for me, would ya?”

My cock started to drip sticky juice as he turned around showing his broad back and small tight ass. I pulled the short zipper down below the back of his neck to help loosen the top of the suit. His suit was soaked and stained with sweat as I took in his aroma. The pungent smell of musk, man-sweat, jet fuel and tobacco smoke was overpowering. I reached down below his ass between his thick legs and started to undo the ‘chute webbing. Turning his head back toward me, the Red still locked in his lips, he said,

“Let me spread my legs farther apart so you can loosen up that webbing easier.”

“Thanks, that’ll help.” I said as my cock kept swelling in size and started to drip more sticky pre-cum fluid. With some effort I released the cinched webbing and the ‘chute pack. I pulled it back off from his broad back and thick legs.

He turned his head back around toward me again in a sideways glance, the burning Marlboro still in his mouth.

Squinting his deep green eyes through the rising smoke, he said,

“That’s feels a whole fuckin’ lot better.”

He turned back then turned around and faced me again.

As he pulled his right arm out of the top with some effort, it loosened up enough for him to pull out the other arm from the tight sleeves. He let the suit fall to his waist revealing his full muscular chest and thick biceps. He was covered in hot sweat. The suit tugged at his waist as he lifted his helmet off the bench and reached up to place it on top of his locker.

“Can you help me with my boots, corporal?”

“Sure thing, captain.”

The Captain placed his foot up on the bench as I bent over and started to loosen the shoestrings of his black spit-polished boot on his right foot as he started to empty his flight suit pockets. I was about half done when he reached down with the now short burning Marlboro between his fingers, took the front zipper and pulled it all the way down slowly and gingerly past his cock and balls and underneath to the base of his nut-sac. His fat nine-inch uncut cock sprang out with a force as his beautiful round egg-shaped balls swung out from behind the zipper and dropped loosely below his dick. His rod was half-hard as it swung in front of my face. He pulled long and hard on Virginia’s Finest and exhaled a cloud of smoke down into my face while saying,

“Don’t mind my dick, corporal. It has a mind of its own.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all, captain. We’re both men. We get hard-ons. We’ve seen hard dicks before.”

He reached back down and grabbed his large nuts and started to stretch and pull his ball-sac down.

“Goddamn, that feels good to get some air to my nuts. After being stuck in this flight suit for ten hours, these big boys need a little breeze.”

My face was ten inches from his swinging uncut cock and damp balls. I tried to ignore his ever-growing hard-on, but the man-smell from his crotch was strong and overpowering. I started to get harder and harder. My eight inches started to strain against my cammos. I was hoping he didn’t notice, but secretly didn’t care.

He pulled off his balls and grabbed his foreskin and pulled the hood back exposing a fat mushroom. I don’t know whether it was pre-cum or sweat, but his piss slit had a bead of clear liquid on it. It grew bigger and then started to drip off in a long sticky stream down from his piss hole as his cock grew larger and larger. He had smoked the Red down to the filter. Taking the last drag off the spent Marlboro, he dropped it on the linoleum floor and crushed it out with his boot

“Got another one of those Luckies, corporal?”

I stopped unlacing his boot. I looked up at him. My cock was rock hard by now.

“Sure, captain.”

I nervously reached into my other pocket, pulled out the red and black Lucky pack and shook a fresh one out for him. He took it and stuck it in the side of his mouth. He picked up his Zippo off the bench. He opened it and fired it up. I grabbed another and he lit us both up. He snapped the Zippo shut. Wrapping his lips tightly around the Lucky, he took a long deep drag and parted his lips slightly. The smoke started to escape from his mouth and rise to his nose. He let the thick tobacco smoke seep out slowly and up his sweaty and beard-stubbled upper lip as he inhaled through his nose. He took all the smoke up through his nose in one inhale and exhaled through his nostrils. I’d never seen anyone pull off a sexy French inhale like he did.

“Finish my other boot, corporal so I can get out of this monkey suit.”

I unlaced his other boot as his hard cock swung back and forth in front of my face. I wanted to wrap my lips around that hot and sweaty rod and pump it for all it was worth, but I was too shy. He stripped the rest of the suit off and he was then standing in front of me; buck-naked with a giant twitching hard on.

“You ever sucked smoke from another guys mouth?” he said.

“No, can’t say as I have,” I said nervously.

“A Marlboro tastes better that way. Maybe a Lucky would, too. Want me to show ya?”

“Sure,” I said, as I thought of having this pilot studs’ mouth over mine.

“You have to strip off you pants and underwear. This is man-to-man only.”

I obliged and ripped my pants and underwear off exposing my rock hard eight inches. I was still sweating from the heat.

“You got a nice dick, corporal. Bet you’ve worn out more than one pussy with that rod. Come over here and I’ll show you how a real man get’s a full-flavored tobacco taste.”

He starred intently at me as I stood up. He grabbed me around the waist with his thick hands and pulled me tight up against his wet hairy chest. Our tits were rubbing together as he reached down and put his cock underneath my ballsac between my legs and shoved it back between my thighs. He started to move it in and out.

“Okay, corporal, let’s grow some more hair on our chests. Open your mouth as wide as you can and I’m gonna give you some man-smoke. Suck it all in when I get my mouth on yours.

I opened wide and started to close my eyes as I saw him take a long deep draw on the Lucky. I felt his wet mouth and rough beard stubble lock over mine as he put his hand behind my head and pushed my mouth hard against his. I tasted the Lucky smoke and inhaled deeply while he blew it all down my lungs. The smoke hammered my lung tissue like a freight train. I could feel the impact in my chest, and that gave me a fresh rush of blood to my cock. I exhaled through my nose in long streams. I could taste his sweat. He darted his tongue in and out of mine. He pushed my mouth harder and harder against his. I swallowed as much of his tobacco-soaked saliva as I could. I thought I was gonna cum right then. He continued to fuck my mouth hard with his tongue.

“How’s that taste, corporal?” he said while pulling off my mouth, but keeping his slippery hard cock between my legs. I tightened my thighs around it.

“It tastes great, captain. I never knew a Lucky could taste that good.”

He spit out a piece of loose tobacco and took another deep and long drag.

My sore balls were being slammed up against his belly with every thrust of his rod. The length of his fat cock rubbed the bottom of my nut-sac with each thrust he took. My wet member, at full attention, was rubbing against his sweating and hairy abs. He pulled me tighter against him as my cockhead began to ooze more juice. The friction against his belly made me want to cum, but I held back.

“Open up again. I’m gonna blow this hot Lucky smoke down your throat. It’s gonna hit your lungs hard and make you dizzy. Hold it all in for a second and then blow it back out into mine.”

He took another hard drag and opened his mouth revealing a dense cloud of smoke that I was to suck down. He placed his mouth over mine and forced the smoke down deep into my lungs as I hungrily sucked on his mouth. The smoke from the Lucky hit my lungs with full force. I pushed the smoke back out through my nose as he pulled off. He put his lips on my nose and sucked out the last.

“Fuck, corporal! That’s gotta be the best fucking smoke I’ve ever had.”

He threw the spent Lucky on the floor. He looked deep into my eyes and grinned as he slowly started to fuck my thighs. I tightened my thick thighs around his cock. He’d held in the last of the smoke and it crept out of his mouth in short spurts as he put his mouth up to my nose and started to whisper. The strong tobacco breath was overpowering. I could feel my jizz starting to rise out of my nuts.

“Ain’t smokin’ better when you get it fresh out of a man’s lungs, corporal?”

“Oh, yeah, captain. This must be how real men do it. You really know how to smoke.”

“So do you, corporal. Suck on my tongue again.”

His breath smelled like sweet tobacco as I sucked on his tongue. I was getting close to cumming.

He continued to pound my thighs and started to speed up his thrusts. His cockhead must have been dripping a lot of pre-cum as it slid easily in and out of my legs. I could feel the crack between my legs starting to get wet.

Captain Kincaid opened his mouth and pressed it against mine. We rammed our tongues in and out as he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth hard up against his. Our mouths were full of smoky saliva and I sucked as much of his spit down into my guts as I could. I rolled my tongue around the wet insides of his cheeks savoring the taste. He started fucking my mouth with his tongue and shoved it so deep into the back of my throat, I felt myself start to gag. Rubbing his two-day old stubble on my lips made them burn. I felt his hand behind my head pushing me harder against his mouth. We both were perspiring profusely and the sweat running into our mouths tasted sweet and salty.

Pulling off my mouth, he stuck out his tobacco-tinged tongue and lapped-up the rivers of sweat rolling down my neck. He continued to move his tongue all over my neck tasting every drop of my salty fluid. Lifting my arm up, he buried his face in my wet and rank man-smelling armpit. He moved his tongue up and down and across the dark thick hair of my underarm and groaned as he shoved his nose hard into my pit. He sniffed and licked hard and swallowed a load of my pit sweat. Lifting his head, he opened his mouth and put it over mine so I could taste my own sweat. We exchanged spit and sweat. Lowering his mouth down to my right nipple, he clamped his teeth on tight and started to bite and chew. I arched my back a bit so he could keep his cock between my legs as he sucked and chewed my tit. I tightened and then flexed my pecs up and down pressing my hard nipple against his open mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth harder against my chest. He rubbed his beard roughly against it making it burn with pleasure. Chewing for what seemed like hours, he continued to shove his enormous cock in and out of my clamped thighs. It was painful as he bit hard enough to draw blood. I didn’t care. He could lick all the spilled blood off my tit if he wanted.

He pulled off my nipple and opened his mouth wide over mine and started to tongue-fuck me. I felt his back muscles and pecs tighten. He was ready to cum. His cock rammed my wet thighs harder and faster. My nut-sac and cock were sore from being slammed by his tight and flat belly. He increased the pace and I felt my cockhead start to ooze fluid. I was about ready to shoot my load. The captain tightened his grip around my waist and gave one final thrust as I felt his sticky spunk start to shoot from his piss-hole. It drenched my inner thighs. He continued to pump hard as rivers of jizz kept shooting out from his fat cock into my leg crack. It made a wet and squishing sound as I felt warm cum start to dribble down the inside of my leg. The aroma was too intense for me to hold out any longer and I spilled my nut-juice in giant spurts all over our rubbing and heaving bellies. We continued to tighten our pecs as they rubbed together in a sweaty dance of man-lust.

“Fuck, corporal,” the captain said, breathing heavily into my ear. “You shoot an awful lot of cum. Guess those nuts of yours hold more than I thought.”

“I could say the same about yours, captain.”

The captain pulled his cock out from my legs slowly. More jizz escaped and I felt it run down my thigh. He docked our dicks and put his piss-slit against mine. He squeezed his rod and it dripped more man-juice out onto my still-wet cock.

“Can I suck the rest of the juice out of your cock, captain?” I said.

“Permission granted, corporal. Get on your knees and suck the rest out.”

I got on my knees and did as I was told. I put him into my mouth as I placed my hand at the base of his cock and squeezed. His dick was covered with cum. I milked the last of whatever he had into my waiting mouth. He had a few drops more and I swallowed it. I licked all the spunk off of his cock. When I got done, he said,

“Stand up, corporal, and lick your cum off my chest. That’s an order!”

I obliged. I licked his sweaty and cum-soaked chest of any trace of moisture. My cum tasted good. I kept most of it in my mouth, not swallowing. I stood up, opened my mouth and placed it hard against the captain’s. He opened wide and our tongues met mixing the man-sweat with the nut-juice spit as he tongue-fucked my mouth. He swallowed all the saliva, sweat and cum I could give him. I shoved as much of it against his tongue as I could. He greedily sucked all of it out of my mouth. He started to suck hard on my mouth, wanting more, but my baby-juice was gone into both our bellies. My thighs were still dripping his spunk. It ran down the insides of my legs. Captain Kincaid bent down:

“Spread your legs, troop. I want to lick all my jizz from your legs.”

I spread my legs. He bent down, placed his head between my legs under my ball-sac and started to lick his cum off my inner thighs. He made loud sucking sounds as his tongue slurped up his own fresh spunk and swallowed it down into his waiting guts. He cleaned my inner thighs of his jizz. I thought he was finished as he pulled up.

“Open your mouth, corporal.”

I opened wide as he brought his mouth close to mine. He rolled his spent cum around in his mouth and then spit into my open mouth. I swallowed all of it. I opened again. He spit again into my mouth a few more times to make sure I got all of it.

“Fuck, captain, that’s the best cum I’ve ever tasted,” I said, as I swallowed the rest.

“Time for a Lucky,” he said, as I pulled the pack from my cammos.

He lit us both up with his Zippo as we both stood there naked and inhaled deeply.

“Better get dressed,” he said as he held the smoke in and released it slowly.

I started pulling my pants back on as he headed for the showers.

“You got more hair on your chest, captain,” I yelled as he headed down the hall.

“Guess you’re right, corporal. I can see it sprouting already.”

“Told ya those Luckies would do it.”

“Corporal, these Luckies are so good, I think I’ll buy a carton at the post.”

“Anytime you want help getting out of your flight suit, let me know.”

“I’ll be sure to do that, corporal.”

I watched his sweet bare ass-cheeks jiggle as he headed to the showers.

After our encounter, I never saw Captain Kincaid again, but my dick twitched at the thought of his cum-filled mouth on mine. Every time I lit up a Lucky, I thought of him.

                                copyright 2009/Wayne Bracford

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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