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3 years ago

Very handsome man. Thanks for sharing your photos and vids

4 years ago

Hey Hot Man!  Thanks for adding me!  Your yellow hard had reminds me that the only porn movie I made was wearing one like that.  

4 years ago

Cool  Also thank you for your very loving comments on my profile! Love, Fred 

4 years ago

Kiss  Thank you for becoming my new young, handsome, sensual, hot and sexy friend with a wonderful smile!!!  We both wear  glasses.

5 years ago

Sexxy, man...thanks for saving two of my vids in your favs...much appreciated..hugs to ya..;-)

5 years ago






5 years ago

                       Tractor Trouble

                                by Wayne Bracford

The fucking god damned cocksucking piece-of-shit tractor wasn’t doing its job. It kept stalling out, maybe ‘cause it was out of gas. Since the gas gauge didn’t work, it was hard to tell what the problem was. I banged the shit out the rusted-up gauge with my fist to no avail. It just kept reading a big fucking “E”. The tank was almost empty, but too dark to see any gas level, so I just let it sit. Fuck it, I thought. I didn’t give a rat’s ass. I’d have to stop yanking tree stumps out of the pasture for the day; a chore I never looked forward to anyway.

July wasn’t the best time to be doing this kind of work, but it was on my “to do” list this week. Dad was good about “lists.” He gave me “the list” every Monday and I had until Saturday noon to finish it off. It was always full of bullshit tasks, some more important than others. But, I knew I’d have to get this two-acre plot cleared of stumps before the month of August. Dad had sold the plot to the township for a song. The city fathers were building a park for the fine citizens of our small burg. Dad could afford to sell it. We weren’t using it. It had been dense woods a few years before. It was my job to clear a little at a time until the town had the money to start putting in a recreation building, small baseball field and playground equipment.

It was getting hotter as the afternoon sun sat high in the heavens. I pulled off my John Deere cap, pulled out my hankie and wiped my brow. The humidity didn’t help things any. After grabbing my pack of Marlboros out of the front pocket, I pulled my sweat-soaked t-shirt off and flung it on the tractor seat.

Rivers of salty sweat were rolling down my chest to the top of my 501’s and down to my pubic hair and eight-inch cock. Miniscule beads would turn into rivers as they made their way between my pecs down thru my newly-sprouting chest hair and onto my belly. I had just started growing hair on my chest that summer. I was eighteen and mother nature was blessing me with a soft mat of fine hair that was creeping up from my belly to my pecs, I popped the top button of the Levis and zipped half-way down to let my bush cool. It helped a bit, but still didn't get much cooling air to my damp balls. I pulled on the crotch of my jeans to give my boys a little breathing space. I went to the tractor seat and grabbed a Marlboro and lit up with my Zippo. I snapped the lighter shut with a back snap and put it back in my pocket. I inhaled deeply on the Red and let it loose thru my nose in long slow jets. It smelled and tasted incredible. I started to relax a bit. I sat down on the dry hard-packed ground and leaned back on the tractor's tire. It afforded a little shade. I needed a drink badly.

Squinting against the bright sunlight, I saw Dad’s Ford pickup approaching the fence and kicking up clouds of dust in its wake. He turned into the pasture and drove up to where I was sitting. He had a crooked grin on his face and as he climbed out of the cab. I noticed a six pack of Bud in his right hand. Relief, I thought. He walked up to me and handed me a beer. I popped the top and drank a long cool draught.

“You got a fuckin’ hot job today, son,” he said, as we guzzled our beers.

“Yeah, dad. I guess you could say that.”

With a glance to my half zippered down jeans, he grinned at me as he said,

"Looks like you're coolin' your balls off a little. Why don't we take a break and

sit down on that big rock under the oak tree? We'll have another beer."

We turned and walked toward the big flat rock under the tree and finally, into some shade. I followed closely behind dad. I always followed him so I could watch his ass move in his tight Wranglers. In his back pocket was a worn and faded ring of denim where he kept his Skoal. It bounced up and down on his ass with every movement of his thick thighs. His broad muscular back was framed by a plain white and tight-fitting t-shirt, now soaked with sweat. Dad was almost forty, tall, had light short brown hair, a handsome face with a square jaw and hazel eyes that sparkled when he looked at you. The bulge below his belt was my favorite view of him. Behind his zipper hung a ten inch fat horse dick and plum-sized testicles. I always remembered that his ballsac was my first home. I, at one time, had been shot through his sperm tube into a waiting wet and slick pussy. I took after him. My cock was a little shorter, but it was thicker. We both were uncut and that's the way it was. I was an almost perfect clone of him. People mistakenly took us for brothers.

"Let's sit down, son. It's cooler here," he said, as we both sat down on the large flat and cool shaded rock. "You gonna work anymore today?"

I told him of the tractor problem and he just said,

"Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it. I'll drive you back out tomorrow morning with a gas can and we'll see if we can fire her up."

He then stood up, set his beer on the rock and started to pull his t-shirt off. He crossed his thick muscular arms and grabbed and pulled the tails out of the tight jeans. His thick chest hair was matted from the heat, sweat and tight shirt. As he slowly pulled it up, I watched rivers of perspiration run down his broad chest to his flat belly. He pulled it over his head as I watched his armpits glisten in the bright afternoon light. I got his pungent man-scent from the slight breeze that passed over his chest and underarms. They smelled of man and hard work. My cock started to stiffen and drip. His smell always made my

my dick harden and I think he knew it. He reached down to my pack of Marlboros and shook one out.

"Where's your Zippo, son?"

"Right here, dad," as I pulled it out of my front jeans pocket, fired it up and lit his Red. I got one for myself and lit up. We both inhaled deeply.

"God damn, son, these Marlboros are fuckin' good smokes," he said as he released a thick cloud of smoke through his nose. The dense blue cloud drifted off, disappearing into the breeze.

"Just takin' after you, dad. They hammer your lungs real good, don't they? I don't know what I'd do without my Reds," I said.

"You'd probably be a meaner motherfucker than you already are," he said, as we both chuckled.

He sat back down and moved next to me so we were shoulder to shoulder. His wet skin stuck against mine as our arm sweat mingled. He put the Red in the side of his mouth and leaned back a bit. Undoing the top button of his Wranglers, he let out a sigh and pulled the zipper down part way revealing his thick bush. We were both sitting there with our matching pubic hair exposed to the breeze. Dad handed me another beer.

"Son, I see you're starting to grow some hair on your chest. One of these days it'll be thicker than mine. Your bush is getting thicker, too."

"Yeah, I guess I'm finally growing up."

Dad took a long drink from his Bud and set the can down. He rolled up his sweat-soaked t-shirt and laid it on the rock behind him. Lifting his muscular arms, he crossed them behind his head and laid back down on his back. His head rested on his wet shirt as he took another deep draw on the Marlboro. His bush showed even more as he pulled the zipper all the way down. I could see the big mound of his man-meat outlined through his jeans just below his open zipper. He reached down and tugged at his crotch to arrange himself. Sliding his rough hand into his bush, it found its way lower. His hand was under his jeans and firmly on his cock. He pulled his arm back out and rested it on his belly.

I did the same and laid back down next to him. Our damp triceps were touching each other as our sweat intermingled. Our armpits were separated by only inches. I turned my head to him and sniffed to get the stronger scent of his pit. My erection was dripping so much, a wet spot quickly appeared on my jeans. I caught dad glancing down at my bush and I know he saw it. He turned his head back and looked up through the oak tree branches. The dappled sunlight danced on our glistening bare chests as a slight breeze came up. It blew gently over us. It felt refreshing and cooling. I noticed again how handsome my father was, with his aquiline nose, strong jaw and thick lips. His eyes were framed by slight crow's feet as he squinted against the sunlight. His prominent thick beard stubble poked out from his slightly weathered chin.

He turned to me. Our faces were inches apart.

"Light me up a Marlboro, son, would ya?"

"Sure, dad," as I shook another Red out and fired it up with the Zippo. I took a long deep drag and then stuck it in his mouth. He grabbed it with his index finger and thumb, pulled hard, inhaled deeply and exhaled while saying,

"My armpits are pretty fuckin' rank from the sweat today. I really need to cool them off."

I knew what dad wanted, so I leaned over and stuck my nose in his armpit. The smell was rank and heady. It smelled of Marlboros and man. I sniffed hard and inhaled droplets of sweat up my nose. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the rivers of juice flowing from his pores. As soon as I got one draining pore of his liquid swallowed, his body would release more. With the Red still burning in his mouth, he continued to let out thick clouds of smoke through his nostrils. The smoke drifted down to my nose and I sniffed it all in. He groaned in pleasure as I took each hair in my mouth and striped it of any sweat. I shoved my nose forcefully against the hollow of his arm. The taste of it made my cock throb and pulsate with surges of blood.. I felt the deep resonance of his voice in his chest as he breathed heavily. He let out a sigh and said,

"Yeah, son, lick all that sweat up. My chest is wet, too. Take care of it."

I sucked a minute more on his pit and got all the juice I could. It made a salty taste in my mouth that I savored before I swallowed. I lifted my head a bit and ran a lazy trail of spit from his rank underarm to his hard erect nipple on his left pectoral muscle. My father's pecs were so prominent and developed that his large brown nipples pointed down. I had to put my nose under the slab of his chest meat and shove it up so I could sink my teeth on the hard nipple. I opened my mouth wide and clamped my teeth on it and started to suck forcefully and gently chew, sliding my tongue back and forth over the very tip. The taste and coarseness of his dripping chest hair on my tongue was intoxicating. I opened wider. I wanted to nurse on the masculine breast milk he had behind the nipple. I continued to suck harder as he groaned and flexed his pecs up and down in a rhythmic motion against my chin. I slowly pulled off his tit and ran my tongue across and down his chest, lapping up every drop of man-sweat I could. I followed the line of his chest hair with my tongue to his navel. I stuck my tongue deep into it and found a pool of salty chest juice that I quickly sucked up with a loud slurp. I ran my tongue back up and over to his other tit and sucked and chewed on it while he moaned. I leaned down and stuck my nose deep into his bush, hoping to find more salt juice. I licked on his hairs for any leftovers. As I lifted my head, he looked down at me, and with a grin said,

"That's a good son. You know what to do if your father asks you. You must, because you came from my ballsac eighteen years ago. Lay back down on your back."

With that, dad stood up and pulled his jeans off, letting his full nine inches spring out into the waiting summer air. I laid on my back and looked up into the branches of the oak tree. Dad jumped up, placed his bare feet on either side of me and straddled my belly. His cock looked hard and pointed out from his thick bush. It danced up and down as he tightened his ass sphincter muscles. His large nuts swung low, back and forth below his member. Rivers of his sweat fell down onto my belly as he grabbed his cock and pointed it down to my belly. As I looked up at him, he grinned,

"You need a cooling shower now. Let your father give it to you."

"Anything you want, dad. You know I would do anything to please you."

With that, he pulled his long foreskin back and put his thumbs on either side of his cockhead and pulled his piss-slit open wide. A gush of his warm golden urine fell and started to bounce off my belly and run down to my exposed bush. I sat up for a second and took in a mouthful, as he started to hold back. I shucked my jeans off. My cock was rock-hard and my nuts ached for release. My belly and bush were dripping wet and smelled of my father's urine. The golden juice sparkled in the sunlight. He opened up again and pissed on my cock and balls soaking them. He stopped abruptly.

"Turn over, son. Your father has some more piss to unload into your ass"

I rolled over on the cool flat rock and onto my stomach. I spread my legs wide apart and lifted my ass. I shifted back a little so he could get to my bunghole easier. Dad jumped down from the rock, turned around and placed his wet and erect cockhead against my puckerhole. He rubbed it with his cock as he spurt out a short stream of urine to lube me up. I was anxious about his piss in my gut. I was hoping for a big load of his spunk along with it.

"Grit your teeth, son. Your dad is going to plunge deep into your hole."

He shoved his wet cockhead into my waiting hole. It hurt like hell and I let out a loud groan. He moved it back and forth to loosen me up and then shoved it all the way in up to his balls. I felt his nuts laying against my opened ass. I had all of him in me. I started to back up to milk his cock as he let loose a stream of warm urine into my waiting guts. It flowed in gushes and I felt my dick start to drip pre-cum.

"I'm gonna fill your ass up with my piss and then I'm gonna shoot a big load up there."

"Oh yeah, dad," I said. "Fuck my ass good. Give me more of your warm juice."

He held still for a moment as I felt another river of urine start to slosh around in my guts. He started to pound me hard in and out as I felt my sperm rising from my nutsac. His stream was so forceful that his piss started to drip from my ass. It made a squishing sound as he continued to pump in and out. His big bull nuts banged relentlessly against my puckerhole.

"You feel my piss in you, son?"

"Yeah, dad. Give me more."

"I'm drained. I'm gonna fuck your ass wide open and shoot a big load of my spunk up there."

"Give me your cum, dad. I want to feel it in my guts."

Dad started to pound me harder and harder until I felt his sperm tube start to contract. I felt rivers of his cum shoot into me and mingle with his warm piss. He slowed down and then rested in me. I tightened my sphincter muscles to hold him inside me for as long as I could. I backed onto his cock and clamped my muscles down to milk it for all it was worth. I moved my ass up and down his still-hard shaft. I felt his piss and cum rolling around my guts and start to leak out of my puckerhole. I tightened up more to keep it all in.

"God damn, son! You know how to treat your father," he panted, as he slowly pulled his cock out.

He milked his cock and it spit out a little more cum as he rubbed it against my hole. I lifted my ass to get it all.

"Stand up now. I know you need to shoot, so shoot on my bush."

I stood up and grabbed my cock in my right hand. Dad laid back on the rock as I straddled him. I pumped and pulled until I felt the jizz come up from my nuts and enter my sperm tube. The semen forced its way through my piss-slit and I shot loads and loads of warm spunk onto his bush as he watched me with a smile and gleam in his eye. I moved the stream up to his mouth. Some of it hit his chin and lips. He slurped it up with his tongue. I slowed down and milked my cock for any leftovers. I was panting and out of breath. I pulled my cock from the base of the shaft to the tip and milked out the last of my spunk and dropped it on his lips. He licked it up and smiled.

"Fuck, son! That's some hot jizz comin' out of your cock. It tastes just like mine!"

He opened his mouth and I saw him rolling my cum around on his tongue. He was pleased.

He looked up at me and smiled as I, out of breath, laid back down beside him. He turned to me, and with his mouth full of my spunk, opened wide and planted his mouth on my lips. I opened wide to take in his cum-drenched tongue. I tasted my own spunk as he started to tongue fuck me. His tongue slid in and out of my mouth as I tried to wrap my lips around it and suck all my juice off. He got on top of me and rubbed his sweaty chest against mine as he continued to fuck my mouth. He lifted his face up until he was looking deep into my eyes.

"God damn, son! You know how to treat your father."

"According to the those Christian fuckers, I'm supposed to 'Honor Thy Father and Mother', right?"

"You did just that, son. Let's have a Marlboro."

He rolled off me and grabbed my pack of Reds, grabbed one out of the pack with his teeth and got into my jeans and fished out the Zippo. Lighting up he drew hard on the Red and then stuck it in my mouth. He grabbed one for himself. He inhaled deeply to the bottom of his lungs, held the smoke and put his open mouth on mine. I sucked the smoke out of his mouth and into my lungs. I started to fuck his mouth with my tongue. The Red tobacco taste hit my tongue with a vengeance. We exchanged Marlboro smoke until the Red was gone. We laid back on the cool rock. We both lay naked with piss and cum covering us. Dad turned to me and with a crooked grin said,

"You're the best son a man could ever have. I want to keep you around for as long as I can."

"As long as you keep fucking me the way you do, I'll stay around forever!"

copyright 2009/Wayne Bracford








6 years ago

Hey, dude-thanks for the add and I've attached another very raunchy smoke/uniform fetish story I think you'll enjoy. If you don't bust a nut on it, let me know-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.”

He 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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6 years ago

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