by Ben Ryder
Damon backed off. “You don’t want to?”
My hand cupped his cock through the denim. He was a thickset, muscular guy, and his cock was no different. I remained silent, too many things running through my head to even begin. He leaned over me and released the silver bar under my shoulder, causing the door to slowly open as he commanded, “Get out.”
I climbed out of the seat and stood as he also got out of the car. I closed the door and again wondered what the hell was going on. He beckoned me over to his side. He tugged at his cock while moving back and directing me into the driver’s seat. I sat angled with my feet on the ground. He moved forward again. With the open car door obscuring the view from the road, he tore open his jeans an inch in front of me and slammed his thick cock onto the side of my face.
“Suck it,” he ordered. Still in disbelief, I took in the sight. His cock was around eight inches long and almost as thick as a can of Red Bull. It pointed out horizontally because the pull of gravity on its sheer weight wouldn’t allow it to point any higher.
“Go on, suck it,” he repeated before his hand clasped the back of my head until the salty precum from his erection was dripping against my lips.
I opened my mouth, immediately receiving the unmistakable taste of cock on my tongue. I cupped his balls in my hand and was taken with their weight. He groaned in what seemed to be an exhalation of sated desperation. I began to work his cock. He leaned forward and placed one hand against the top rim of the door frame to steady himself.
“That’s it, take it all, buddy.” The thrust of his hips, his other hand pushing hard against the back of my head, and the angle I was sitting only allowed his thick cock to punch the back of my throat. I pushed him back and moved out of the car until I knelt on the ground. He slid his cock slowly into my mouth again, then leaned forward and moaned as my throat gave way and opened, cutting off my air supply. I could feel the random stones on the ground piercing my knees as my eyes watered and my nose was filled with the scent of fresh crotch sweat and Lifebuoy soap in his pubic hair. Just as I thought I had somehow managed to take his entire length, I felt it go deeper until my throat clamped around his pulsing cock. I tapped his waist to take air.
A yellow light blazed through the tears in my eyes as the headlights of a car passed the alleyway. I pushed his legs back until he was free of my mouth and stood up.
“This is too fucking dangerous,” I said, gasping for air and looking around at two other cars that passed. Damon pulled his cock to one side and hooked it back into his jeans. He looked around and grabbed my shoulder like a prison officer handling a convict and led me to the front of the car, which faced the garages. He turned me around, pulled at my hip, and pushed the top of my shoulder hard against my protest until I was bent over the hood. He reached around and unsnapped the buttons on my jeans, and with one sharp tug, I felt them bundle at my knees. Another tug had them at my ankles.
Damon gave a sharp kick to the inside of my sneakers as he attempted to spread my legs a little farther apart, and then I heard the sound of the gravel under his thick boots crunch as he squatted behind me. Each one of his huge hands covered my ass cheeks as he moved them apart. I felt the spray over the back of my shaved balls as he spat onto my asshole. He ran a finger against it to spread it out before he spat again.
He stood as I turned my head toward him and saw his jeans drop halfway down his trunk-like thighs, uncovering half of a large tattoo that I couldn’t quite make out in the light. The head of his cock teased me, sending an unbearable sensation up my body that made me grab the sand-covered windscreen wipers with such a grip that I was sure I would rip them off. As he dipped the head of his cock into me, I prepared myself for the pain. I took hold of the top of the hood and squeezed so hard that even in the dim light I could see the whites of my knuckles. I turned my head and saw him lick the palm of his hand and wrap it around his cock before he looked up like a sentry guard conducting lastminute surveillance.
He began to fuck me with the tip of his cock like he was puncturing a seal. I heard the squelch slowly leave his pursed mouth and imagined the strand of spit that was trailing down toward the target of his cock. Whether it was the madness of the situation or the terror of being caught, my heart pounded against my chest. The pain came briefly but was quickly replaced with the exhilaration of feeling this Marine’s cock inside me, slowly fucking me so I could feel every thick vein leave and enter. I heard the muffled clink of his dog tags under his T-shirt and let myself go in submission.
I placed my cheek against the hot, sand-covered metal of the hood and held my arms back to be taken. He took my wrists again and used them to steer himself into me until the rhythm became more regular. The warm breeze whipped around my wet balls like a hot hand delicately stroking them.
Something tightened around my neck, and I felt my back being exposed to the light wind. Bunching the material from the bottom to the collar, Damon began to pull me up by my shirt that he was now using as a rein. The full force of his entire body slammed into me and made my head wobble on my shoulders, while his balls swung, colliding and slapping against my own. It was an ecstasy and terror I had never felt before. I experienced an overwhelming feeling of complete satisfaction mixed with fear of either getting caught in the act or having this huge guy experience gay panic and take it out on me once he came.
I felt him grasp the top of my shoulders and pull me back onto him, as if there was a chance that I could possibly take even more of him. His rhythm gradually slowed, but his thrusts became longer, almost pulling out of me completely before pushing back in until I could feel the pubic hair above his dick tickle the skin at the top of my ass crack. I heard him pull in each deep breath and hold it as though he was holding back heavy groans.
The pace slowed even more, and I felt his fingers dig into my shoulder and move into my flesh like he was playing a piano without taking his fingers off the keys. His body came down on my back, rigid as he gasped for air into my ear. He remained still; the only part of his body moving was the twitch of his pulsating cock as it pumped hot spunk deep into me.
Bare-assed and still facedown on the hood, I felt the pressure of his weight leave me and heard his belt clink. I turned to see him looking around, a hell of a lot more worried than he had been before.
“I have to get back to base,” he said, straightening himself up. “Curfew.” “Yeah, right. Okay,” I answered, a bit surprised at how abruptly it had all ended. I was still aroused, but it was clear I wasn’t getting off. I pulled my jeans around my waist. “I’m in the Ramada in Manama.”
“Not the Hilton?”
“It was the Hilton when I thought you were going to kill me.” I shrugged, expecting a smile from him that never came.
The short drive back to the hotel was silent. He drove fast and had an anxious look on his face. The speed he was driving scared me to the point that my hand was pinned to the dashboard in front of me. He pulled outside the hotel just to one side of the lobby. I opened the door and climbed out.
“Not a word to anyone, buddy. You got me?” he said with his eyes boring into me and an angry tone in his voice. I turned and crouched down and spoke through the open door. “Anyone would think you’re threatening me… buddy.”
He simply stared back at me. “Damon, I won’t tell anyone, and let me tell you why. You are not the only one who could lose their job or could have gone to jail for what we’ve just done.”
He looked a little flustered but nodded, as if what I had said was acceptable, and turned back to his seat to indicate he was ready to leave.
“Hey, I need my wine from the trunk,” I said. Without a word, he reached under the steering wheel and the trunk clicked as he hit the release button. I walked to the back of the car and lifted the box out of the car and set it next to me on the ground. Damon still stared forward in the driver’s seat. I slammed the trunk shut and watched him drive away.
I heaved the box of wine and walked through the lobby in a daze as the whole
realization of what could have happened came to mind. After everything Jackie and I had said to the girls, I felt like the biggest hypocrite on the planet. As I got out of the elevator and walked toward my room, I checked myself over and tidied up my shirt.
When I got to my room, the door was propped open by the security lock, and I walked in to find the girls inebriated and laughing while Jackie stood there like a stand-up comic who had just delivered her finest joke. She looked over at me. “Ah, the wanderer returns! We expected you back an hour ago.”
“I was just sorting everything out,” I said as I felt Damon’s warm cum begin to spill out of my ass and run down the back of my legs. “In fact, we have a long and busy night tomorrow, and I need to get some sleep, so do you guys mind heading off?”
Jackie spied me suspiciously for a moment and then ran her eyes up and down as if she was scanning every inch of me.
“Right, girls, time to retire!” Jackie said enthusiastically. The girls returned their glasses to the table and filed out one by one. I stood to one side, hoping none of them could smell the mixture of sweat and cum on me. Jackie was the last to leave. “You have twenty minutes before I’m knocking on your door.”
Alone in my room, I stripped off and turned on the shower. I looked at the side of my face, still red from being slammed on the hood of the car. As I raised a hand to wipe my cheek I saw that my wrist was also swollen and was beginning to look bruised. I got into the shower and replayed it all in my mind as I reluctantly washed the smell of him off me. I leaned into the water to let it run down my back and felt my legs shake. Within seconds I was hard again as I remembered the feeling of getting roughly fucked. How good his thick cock felt inside me. I came fast and easily into the warm water running over my dick.
AS PROMISED, Jackie arrived just as I donned the hotel robe. As I opened the door, she tapped my wrist. “It’s no good trying to hide that now, darling. I’ve already seen it.”
We sat and I recounted the night’s events, watching Jackie’s face turn from intrigue to horror to devilish amusement.
“Well, you have been through the wars tonight, my love,” Jackie said, passing me another glass of wine. “Typical American, of course: invade first, ask questions later.”
“I can’t believe it happened, Jacks. I’m mad that I allowed myself to get into the situation in the first place. I’m forever telling the girls how to look after themselves, and there’s me getting abducted, driven into the middle of nowhere, and shagged over the hood of a dirty car.”
Friday
“I HOPEyou know how proud I was of you all last night,” I
said to the girls as they sat assembled in my room before we made our way out. We had all slept in that morning and spent the afternoon in one of the conference rooms, watching Tara teach the girls a new routine to try out. “This is the second biggest event of the week, and we need tonight to go just as well. So, lots of energy, interaction with the crowd, and big smiles. You saw how they all appreciated it last night, so let’s give them more of the same.”
“They appreciated our titties!” Nikki cried, shimmying her breasts.
“They appreciated your personality and the time you gave them. I don’t think you realize how much it probably means to them to have their minds taken off what’s to come,” I reminded them.
“Why? What’s coming?” Emma asked. Jackie rolled her eyes. “They’re not here waiting for a plane to Disneyland, my love. Any day now, they are going to be shipped off to war!”
“Oh, right,” Emma said a little sheepishly. Jackie continued, “Also, Emma, I didn’t get a chance to speak to you about this last night, but I must insist that you don’t announce Jay’s sexuality to a room full of soldiers.”
“Why, Jay? Are you ashamed of being gay?” Emma asked, twisting her head in my direction. Her question was met with a look of exhaustion.
“He’d be fucked if anyone found out he’s queer here, Em,” Siobhan said. This gave Jackie all the excuse she needed to cock a sarcastic eyebrow in my direction.
“Don’t worry, we’ll collect some things to put in your wank bank for later, Jay,” Tara offered, flicking her weave back for me. “Do you want us to take some hot guys into the toilets and take photos of their dicks on our phones for you? That’s what we used to do for the guys on the down low back in the hood.”
“The ‘hood’ you say?” Jackie queried mischievously. “Tara, I appreciate the offer, but I’ll decline, thank you very much.”
I then turned to Jackie. “Gnocchi!” I looked at my watch. There were a couple of purplelooking arcs either side of the silver face, but overall it covered the bruise on my wrist well. I wondered what my parents’ reaction would be if they knew that their gift was being used to cover the evidence of their son being banged in a dark alley in the Middle East. I nodded my head toward the door. “Time to entertain the troops!”
THE power of word-of-mouth had never been so obvious. The girls’ first performance was a huge success, and the next venue, Halo, was heaving from the moment the club opened its doors. A line stretched down the street past the local shops and restaurants, to the annoyance of the local patrons, who were forced to dine while plainclothes military stood tightly packed outside the windows.
Since this was to be the second-biggest event of the week, the format was slightly different. Before I took the stage, I sent the girls out into the crowd in their branded, tight black T-shirts and Daisy Duke jeans, each carrying a six-pack of beer. As the guys cheered, the girls hooked open a can and took the first sip before handing it off to a lucky recipient, ensuring the taste of cherry-flavored lip gloss lingered on the can before they drank. Jackie said that this would encourage them to drink it in the future for love of a good memory. I hadn’t been convinced until I stood and watched the men lick their lips after their first swig of beer.
“You’re looking for him, aren’t you?” Jackie asked as our heads moved from side to side to keep track of the girls moving in different directions throughout the bar.
“Who?”
“Captain America!” Jackie said, nudging me as if the question was ridiculous.
“No, I couldn’t care less if he’s here or not.” “Jay, your attempts to fool me, or even yourself, with your nonchalant manner are utterly wasted.”
“What do I care if he’s out tonight? I admit that he was an amazing fuck, though it would have been even better if he had let me cum while we were still in the same place together, but that’s where it ends. Besides, he acted like he was angry afterward. It kind of freaked me out a little.”
Jackie pursed her lips as though she didn’t believe a word of what I was saying. The volume of men outweighed what the girls could handle, so Jackie and I joined them in the crowd and distributed the cans too. Jackie handed them to the older guys with a saucy wink, while I tossed them to the outstretched hands of men who seemed too embarrassed to get close to the girls.
Finally, I took to the stage to gee up the men. I recognized quite a few faces from the night before, so I tweaked my words so they didn’t sound insincere and scripted. The crowd erupted throughout the club as I waved my hand like a game show host revealing a prize and introduced the girls, who had changed into their red-andwhite cheerleader uniforms. The cheers grew louder as the girls performed, and the floor shook as the men stomped their feet, their whistles nearly drowning out the music.
I glanced over the crowd, checking that the atmosphere was still one I could contain, and debated whether I should continue with the planned games. Even with my distraction, it took less than a second to recognize the man Jackie was handing a beer to. With everyone facing me, only I saw the wink that Jackie gave as she walked away from Damon. He was with a much larger group of friends than the one he had been with the previous night. Despite the fact that I was standing only feet away from the cheerleading harem, he refused to look at me. Instead, he hollered at the girls, wolfwhistled with a rolled tongue and two index fingers in his mouth, and nudged his fri
ends and laughed as though pointing out which of the girls he found the hottest.
If he had glanced at me, acknowledged I was there, or even tilted his can to signal that he saw me, I would have let it go, understanding that the act was purely for his comrades. But the longer he avoided looking at me, the more he made a point of looking everywhere other than at the guy he had fucked the night before, the more he didn’t even show appreciation for my discretion, the angrier I became.
Fuck you, I thought as I took the microphone while the girls wound down their routine. “Time for a little game, gentlemen!” I said into the mic. Jackie’s head whipped around from the bar with a confused look. “And the prize for the winner of this game is a free can of Side Line beer. Not a fantastic prize, I know, considering we have been giving them out for free all night. So we’ll make it a little more appealing.”
I covered the microphone with the palm of my hand and instructed the girls to get into the pyramid. “Now, only those who have a can of Side Line beer in their hands can participate, and the winner will be called at random.”
Over the now deafening cheers from the men taking in the sight of the girls’ small red panties being displayed for them, I walked over and placed a single can on the small of Leilana’s back, who, being the most petite of the squad, topped the pyramid. I turned back to the crowd.
“Right guys, all you have to do is come up and claim your prize without disturbing the pack. So c’mon, let’s see those cans in the air!”
At once a hundred arms went up. Those whose hands were empty immediately scrambled to tables to find discarded empty cans.
“And the lucky gentleman is….” My arm swept the room before finding Damon, his can down by his side, out of sight. I pulled my arm in only to punch out a pointed finger. “You!”
There was a moan from the losers while Damon’s companions slapped him on his back and encouraged him to take the stage.
