Originally published in Inches magazine - September, 1995
Young Brit gets all the GI meat he can eat.
Slammer, the big red-headed
GI, slowed his fucking of my nineteen-year-old ass, his hoarse panting
echoing against the walls of the dimly lit lavatory stall. Ben, his
buddy and comrade-in-arms, changed his pace too, gliding more slowly all
the way in and then all the way back out of my mouth. Ben, at about
six-foot-two, sported an incredible pair of long, muscular legs. I had a
better view of what hung between them now, and relished the sight of
that silky black shaft with its deep purple cock-head, ten inches of
stiff, veiny meat with a girth that made me gag.
The two of them kept up their slow, tormenting rhythm, nudging, teasing
and caressing me front and back with their fuck-poles. "Hey, Ben," said
Slammer, yanking his prick free of my aching hole, "this little Brit has
some wet boy-pussy for you to plug here. Slide right in and enjoy the
ride." Ben pulled out of my mouth, moved behind me and plugged my hole
in one thrust. Meanwhile, Slammer took Ben's place in front of me and
began smacking my slobbery face with his ten-plus inches. His leathery
foreskin was pulled back off the bulbous mushroom head, and his big,
smooth balls, hairless save for a light sprinkling of red pubes, swung
wildly, stinking of sex. "I'm about to shoot his gut full of jizz any
second now, Slam," Ben panted.
"Yeah, I'm almost there too. Hey, what say let's give him a real taste
of GI jizz," said Slammer in his tormenting manner.
Ben pulled his dick out of my well and truly plugged hole, and Slam
stood and grabbed me by the shoulders, turning me around and sitting me
down on the john. I knew what was coming.
Both guys stood in front of me pulling furiously on their dicks. "Let's
shoot together, man," said Ben. "Let him get a real taste of military
"Yeah, open up that pretty mouth of yours, kid," Slammer ordered,
pushing the sweaty brown bangs back out of my eyes. "Ya gonna get a
double load," uttered Slammer as his breath quickened. "Open wide.
kiddo, I'm gonna shoot my load all over yer face and fill ya fulla
"Yeah, me too! This baby's gonna blow," gasped Ben. They both moved as
close as they could get and their dicks were slapping up and down, just
grazing my lips. They continued pumping and I watched their piss slits
fly open as first one, then the other, began spurting hot cum across my
mouth, lips and cheeks. The two guys finished off the job by shoving
both dicks back into my mouth and, just as the last spasms of cum shot
out, coating the back of my throat, Ben reached down and grabbed my
bobbing seven inches, bringing me off with a few yanks. I was still
sitting dazed, slumped over, and thoroughly satisfied for the first time
in my life, as the two of them shoved their GI meat back into their
pants and left, laughingly inviting me to drop by the base sometime and
This was my introduction to real man-sex in Upper Heyford, back in the
good old days when GIs strutted their big baskets up and down the
streets of my little village. I was just nineteen, living on a small
farm not two miles from the military base, muscled and tanned from field
work and going crazy with the hormones of adolescence.
Every night that week I snuck down to the toilets, hiding my bicycle in
the bushes and hanging out in the shadows, hoping that one of my new
friends would saunter over from the nearby Kings Head pub in search of
sex. But it was a lonely week for me down there, until my luck changed
that next Saturday night, a week after my initiation.
When I entered the lavatory that night I saw a guy in motorbike gear
standing at the middle urinal. He wore tight blue jeans that accentuated
muscular thighs and a great pair of buns. His black leather boots
reached halfway up his calves and cream-colored, thick-woven wool socks
crowned the top of his boots, folded down over the tops. Letting my eyes
travel further up, I noticed a new looking black leather jacket and a
red scarf around his neck. He still had his helmet on and the deep black
visor was down, obscuring any view of his hidden face.
The anonymity that his mask gave him turned me on even more. I cleared
my throat to let him know I was there and stood at the urinal adjacent
to him. I removed my dick and let it hang there without pissing and let
it gradually stiffen in rhythm with my pounding heart. I glanced down
from the corner of my eye at the cock next to me. To my surprise it was
hard and the guy was caressing it his sturdy black leather gloves.
My dick rose to full attention letting him know of my interest. I gave
it a few inviting strokes and retreated to the middle cubicle, leaving
the door ajar. Next, I heard the sound of his boots clicking on the
floor as he sauntered over to me, holding his stiff hooded dick in his
hands. As he entered my cubicle I sank to my knees and immediately took
the full length of his eight-inch boner into my salivating mouth. I
gagged at first, but the excitement of going down on the faceless biker
got me hotter than ever. He cupped my face with his leather-clad hands
and slowly eased his dick in and out, getting it good and wet.
Withdrawing his cock, he held it at the base so that it was bobbing just
an inch or two above my lips. Slowly and tantalizingly he began pulling
the generous hood-skin back along his dick, revealing a glistening and
engorged mushroom head the size of a plum. The piss slit was slightly
open and droplets of pre-cum oozed their way out, filling the air with
their sensuous scent. I licked the underside of his cock. Gently and
teasingly, I ran my tongue around the corona and eased open his piss
slit. Next I encased that bulbous head completely in my warm wet lips,
and muffled groans emanated from within the closed helmet. It began
oozing more pre-cum than I could believe. The taste of his bittersweet
man juice made me hungry for the cum I hoped would soon begin shooting
out in spurts of pleasure.
He cupped my head once more in his leather-clad hands and slid his dick
back down my eager throat, this time much deeper and with more intention
as he began fucking my face. His groans became more intense, and
suddenly he stopped and withdrew his dick from my mouth. At first I was
confused and then I instinctively knew what was on his mind. He removed
one of his leather boots and placed the toe against my mouth. "Lick it
clean, sunshine," came a deep but muffled voice. I began licking and the
faceless biker started beating his meat in unison with my own beating. I
licked every inch of his boots and sucked on the toe as if it was dick.
His breathing got quicker and he pulled away his boot and nuzzled it
just under his balls as he shot wad after wad of steamy hot white jizz
over the now, gleaming boot. He groaned and rubbed his dick into it and
squeezed out every last drop of cum. Grabbing me by the hair, he put the
boot into my face. "Lick it clean, lap up every last drop of my cum,
I did as I was told and in no time I boiled over with the scent of
leather and pungent, gooey cum. I shot my load onto the floor and across
his other boot. I sat there panting and soon I was on my hands and knees
servicing the other boot, lapping up my own cum. Once finished, I was on
my knees before him and he returned his dick to my mouth and I lapped up
the last droplets of cum.
He zipped up and adjusted his clothing and left, remaining as faceless
as ever. I sat in my cubicle and pondered my next move. The biker was
obviously not going to be a regular thing and the army boys hadn't shown
up all week. I sat for ten minutes or so and saw that it was getting
Then totally unexpectedly, Slammer was standing in the cubicle doorway.
"Wake you up kid?" he asked.
"Er, yeah, I was thinking," I offered feebly.
"No doubt thinking about this," he said, grabbing his dick through the
material of his beige pants. "Listen, kid. There's gonna be a party up
at the base and you can be the special guest. If you know what I mean.
Them guys are gettin' real turned on just by hearin' me and Ben talkin'
about ya. Wanna go for it?"
With my head filled with images of endless dicks and fuckin' and suckin',
I just couldn't turn him down. "Yeah. But how?" I offered, trying to
suppress my excitement.
"I'm an MP, so there's no problem. You get in the back of my jeep. Just
keep low and I'll take care of the rest," Slammer explained
Before I knew it, we were past the security gates and on our way over to
"B" Barracks. It was already past lights out and the silence of the
place was scary. Slam parked his jeep next to a side entrance and
motioned for me to go in quickly. On entering the building I sensed a
surging atmosphere of sex as I stood in the dark listening to my beating
heart and becoming conscious of my breathing. Slammer entered just
behind me and pressed himself up against my butt. He chewed lightly on
my ears and whispered, "Sorry, kid. Gotta do this. We can't take any
chances." Without a struggle he handcuffed me. I was calm and somehow
felt that I could trust him. He gently placed a blindfold over my eyes
and secured it quite tightly. There I was, totally at his mercy, bound
and blindfolded in a military base about to be "enjoyed" by God knows
how many GIs.
He guided me through a couple of corridors and then into a room. I
sensed that there were several others there. Nothing was said, but I
could hear the distinct sound of breathing and felt the sexual tension
increasing. Slam walked me over to what I guessed was the center of the
room and knelt me down on a mattress of some sorts. He then announced to
the others that he would take guard and return later.
I knelt there, blindfolded and cuffed, and awaited whatever they had
decided for me. I soon got to know that there were five of them: Big
Ben, a soldier named Grunt, and three others.
"Wondering how many there are, kid?" asked a sneering voice.
"Let him count cock," said another. They all laughed, and one by one
they walked up to me and slid their dicks into my mouth, counting aloud.
"This is cock number one, kid," said the first as he held my head and
nearly choked me on it. This went on until I had counted five.
They took turns feeding their dicks to me and were gradually getting
hornier and hornier. Each would let me suck his cock for a minute or two
and then the next would take his place. Finally, they were all on the
brink and I could tell that they were standing in a ring around me. As
each of them got close to the edge of cumming, they would shove their
dicks back into my overstretched mouth and shoot. I recognized the feel
and taste of Ben's big black cock, and once more savored his jetting
jizz as spurts lunged down my throat and spilled out over my lips and
The guy who identified himself as Grunt was also unique. The veins on
his dick almost vibrated with his ever deepening grunts, "Aaaaargh, take
it all, kid," he let out in a howl as he too filled me with hot gobs of
fuck-juice. The other three dicks were just as eager. One in particular
had the girth of a wrist and stretched me to the full as the GI tried to
force it even deeper into my hungry mouth. As he came, he withdrew his
cock and spewed his load over my face. It came and came, spurt after
spurt of jizz covering my chin, lips and cheeks.
Once the fifth dick had dumped its load, the first guy was ready to go
again. They flipped me onto my back, and my arms began to ache under the
weight of my body as I was still handcuffed. My legs were lifted into
the air as someone straddled me and grabbed my ankles. Next, a hot wet
tongue began a frenzied assault on my tight and nervous hole. Meanwhile
another GI straddled my face and began feeding me more cock.
The slurping of the hot tongue on my hole was doing its job and I felt
myself relaxing and getting into the whole scene, although I still had
little voices screaming warnings inside my head. The tongue was soon
replaced by a finger, then two and finally three. A GI was
finger-fucking me, and I was filled with anticipation of the plugging to
come as the fingers fucking my hole increased tempo.
"Give him some real meat," I heard a voice call out. Without warning,
the guy fingering my hole replaced his fingers with his fat dick. Right
to the hilt, immediately pumping a real heavy fuck into me.
The cock was removed from my mouth, and the guy holding up my legs by
the ankles took a seat on my face. My head was almost encased in his
butt, and I licked tentatively at his manhole. This position continued
for about five minutes until I felt the pace of the jabbing dick quicken
as it deepened its urgent thrusts, deeper and deeper now. I clenched my
sphincter around the pulsating shaft and felt the spasm that brought its
owner over the edge into orgasm. "Yeah. Man, oh, man. Yeah. Take that
fuckin' load," he screamed.
The guy sitting on my face switched places and soon had his cock
pistoning in and out of me as another took his place sitting on my face
and holding my ankles. This cycle continued until all five had filled my
guts with their jizz.
Then Slammer returned, as if the whole thing had been perfectly timed.
He flipped me over onto my stomach and uncuffed me. My arms were weak
from the lack of blood and they flopped slightly.
He finally got me onto all fours and took his position behind me. I
figured that he had a reputation to keep up because he immediately began
pumping my ass like an untamed beast. "Oh, yeah. Feel them balls
slamming against your butt, kid?" he gasped between thrusts. His balls
were really hitting hard up against my butt. Slammer held my hips and
lucked even harder, but I could tell that he was far from ready.
Next he flipped me over and lodged the back of my knees over his
shoulders. His thrusting became deeper and slower as he relished the
feel of my hot greased-up hole caressing the fullness of his long hard
dick. Leaning forward he pressed his tongue against my lips and they
parted easily to his demand. He tasted of cigarettes and beer. I don't
know what the other guys were thinking, but the room was silent as he
continued his long deep thrusts of both cock and tongue.
His pace increased and I could tell he was ready. Removing his meat he
straddled my belly. As he pumped his rod, he removed my blindfold and my
eyes were greeted with the sight of five other dicks being jacked in
pace with Slammer's. They formed a ring as close as possible around me
and one by one each shot his load of cum. Spurting jets of white jizz
splashed across my chest and face while Slam continued to jack his
mammoth meal just inches from my mouth. Slam let out a howl and thrust
his hips further forward. I surprised myself by lifting my head so that
my lips came to rest on his dick.
"Yeah, baby. Take that load. I'm gonna shoot!" And he did. He gushed and
gushed and my mouth filled with his bitter taste. I swallowed a little
and let the rest run lingeringly down my chin. Slam knelt beside me now
and began pulling on my tits as he jacked my dick. A wave of euphoria
moved up and over my body, my ecstatic breathing seeming to electrify
the entire room as it turned into delirious and resounding howls of
A hand covered my mouth to mute me as my body convulsed in spasms of
exquisite orgasm. I shot my load in a gut-wrenching contraction of my
entire lower body. My prostate was on fire and I almost lost
consciousness in the delirium.
I was totally spent, and as I recovered I noticed that Slam was gently
caressing my body with a towel, wiping away all the spunk. He winked at
me and whispered "Thanks, kid."
That night was just the beginning. There were more sessions with the
guys from "B" Barracks. Over the following year, Slam would sneak me
into the barracks for group action, or sometimes he would meet me
privately in the woods and use me the way we both wanted him to. He even
introduced me to some of the local guys he'd met down at the pub, and I
didn't want for dick, down my throat or up my backside, and that's sure.
Then they finally closed the base and all the Yanks went home. I moved
to Liverpool to look for work and other things. I wasn't there long
before I joined a tramp steamer--but that's another story.