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Subject: The Pleasure Boy Platoon Chapter 3 In this installment: Adult Youth, oral, rimming, M/b, Military, anal, bondage, bdsm Future installments: incest The Pleasure Boy Platoon Chapter 3 By GrizzlyDick Author’s Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting youth and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY!! They provide a wonderful service for all of us. I’ve been reading stories here for years and am grateful for the service they provide for me and my dick. Copyright 2021 GrizzlyDick, all rights reserved. You may contact me at [email protected] if you like. I welcome constructive feedback or suggestions. Chapter 3 Characters: Rick — Early 30s 5’9″, 200 pounds moderately hairy brown hair 10″x7″ uncut Tommy — 10, 4’6″, 85 pounds, brown hair, green eyes, 4″ erect, uncut. J.T. — Mid 30s 6’10” close to 300 pounds of muscle dark hair, very hairy, 7.5″x5″ cut Introducing: Cody… find out more about him in this chapter. J.T. eagerly slid his keycard into the slot and opened the door to what would be his home for the next two weeks. He flipped the lights on, picked up the large brown box that was waiting for him and made his way to the small kitchen. He sat the box down on the counter, grabbed a knife and tore into it, revealing the treasures inside. An assortment of restraints: ropes of varying lengths and cuffs, a training set of dildos and plugs, starting very small and getting progressively larger, a ball gag, and a flogger. His dick twitched and leaked a bit of precum in his pants seeing all that. He was going to have fun with this, no doubt about that. He reached in and pulled out the roll of Grizzly, freed a can, opened it and packed nearly half of it in his lip in one go. He was horny and needed his nicotine fix. Reaching down to grab his growing cockbulge in his pants, he made his way over to the living room and turned on the tv, found something hot and nasty in the porn channels, America’s Horniest Home Videos. Okay, sure, it was a cheesy name for a porn channel, but it was one of his favorites. When he was at home, it was usually playing on the tv 24/7 he’d sit for hours butt ass naked in his favorite chair with one of his sons on each knee watching while he tugged at their little dicks and his wife brought him beer after beer, occasionally bending down to suck on his cock to lube it up for the boys to take turns stroking their daddy’s dick. Sammy, the younger one only 7, was usually on J.T.’s left knee and Jackson, the older one (barely…Irish twins, you call them) only just about nine months older was usually on J.T.’s right knee. Their perky little boy butts saddled in on daddy’s leg. J.T.’s wife, Melissa, fully supported and encouraged this father-son bonding, and when he was home, she only interrupted “her boys” when it was time for meals. In fact, many times, she had filmed “her boys” playtime sessions, which J.T. had submitted to the channel, a few times they had actually aired them. The man had naturally high levels of testosterone, so he was constantly horny. Whenever he was home, he was pretty much constantly busting nuts: in, on, around, over his boys and each night he would plow his wife in all her holes until his balls were dry. Standing in front of the tv, rubbing his bulge, J.T. started undressing. First came the olive green t-shirt, which he pulled off, took a whiff of, and carelessly tossed to the other side of the room, Then he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and slid them down, immediately revealing his fully erect 7.5″x5″ of cockmeat — he had chosen to go commando today, he liked the feeling of swinging free. The head of his dick was fully engorged, purple and angry looking, and leaking a steady stream of precum. He gave it a few tugs, while he watched a proud father, an average joe type, engulf his young son’s cocklet in his bearded mouth. Hearing the pleasure filled coos of the boy and the obscene slurping sounds from the man made him drip a huge glob of precum. J.T. reached down to his cock head and scooped it up on a finger and placed it directly on his tongue. It tasted salty and it tasted manly. It was delicious. He bent down, sliding his pants over his boots, electing to leave them on for now. He was standing in the living room, stark naked, watching some hot incest action on the tv, stroking his cock. This felt good. This felt right. He grabbed the can of dip and packed even more into his lip, which was now bulging prominently. He ran his fingers through the thick fur covering his chest, his crotch, and back to his ass as he worked his meat in his right hand. He was getting into his bate, enjoying himself, when a soft, timid knock came at the door. He almost didn’t hear it, but being in combat strengthened your senses you had to be aware of your surroundings at all times. He strode over to the door and opened it to find him waiting nervously waiting there. He was a total cutie, doe eyed, curly brown hair, milky white skin. He stood there, trembling with nerves, wearing a small, threadbare Spider-Man t-shirt, and blue shorts. Dakota “Cody” Beaumont was small, at just barely five years old and barely half the size of J.T., who was a giant of a man at 6’10”, he was the smallest playmate the man had ever had (except, of course his own sons when they were younger). What was even better was that J.T. had somehow scored a newbie, a total virgin, who had never actually been touched sexually by a man. Barely in the SRRC’s care for two months, this was the boy’s first assignment. Cody had been placed within the care of the United States Military less than a week after the untimely death of both his parents in a tragic automobile accident. The naked man hastily reached down under the boy’s arms to pick him up, he shifted the boy in his hands, so his grip was just under the boy’s ass. J.T. kicked the door shut with a booted foot and squeezed the boy’s little butt with both his big, meaty paws. The naked bear of a man went in for a kiss, the boy shyly tried to turn his head away. J.T. reached up with a hand and gave a small, disciplinary smack to the boy’s face. “Don’t you EVER try something like that again, boy. You are here in service to the United States Military. You are a tool for the pleasure of us men in uniform, what we say goes. If you don’t want to do something, well that’s too damn bad. If it’s uncomfortable or hurts, again, that’s too damn bad, just lie back and think of America. Usually it starts feeling real good, boy.” J.T. used the hand he had just used to smack the boy’s face to guide his head so he couldn’t squirm away. He kissed the boy deep. The tobacco juice in his mouth mixing with the boy’s saliva as his tongue wriggled around in the young boy’s mouth. The boy instantly started getting sick, having swallowed a bit of the dip spit. J.T. pulled away. “Sorry. I must apologize. I forgot that you’re real young and have probably never had tobacco in your mouth. Relax, you’ll get through it. Hell by the end of the week, I think you’ll really enjoy it. If ya need, just go ahead and spit that out onto şişli travesti me. Don’t worry about getting it on the floor, it’s tile and cleans up fine. See.” J.T. then launched an impressive glob of spit all over the boy’s front. He looked up at the man, mortified that he had just spat all over one of his few possessions from his old life. The boy then smiled a half smile and spat back onto the man’s fur covered chest. J.T. went back in for another kiss, trying his best to limit the amount of dip spit the boy was getting in his mouth, so the kid wouldn’t hurl all over him. Kissing the boy deeply and squeezing his perky little butt all the way, he carried him into the living room. On the tv, was an impressive shot, from below, a man’s cock and hairy nuts were plowing into his young son’s smooth little pucker, while daddy reached down and stroked his little boy’s uncut prong. The boy’s dick couldn’t have been bigger than 3 inches fully hard. There was no telling how long the man’s cock was, but it had to be at least 4 inches in girth. “Oh fuck daddy! Fuck! Fuck me daddy!” The boy on the tv cried out to his moaning father. J.T. turned the boy’s head, so he could see the action on the screen. The camera angle changed, these amateur pornographers these days really went all in on equipment and editing, to show a front on view of the man, in his early 40s, clean shaven white knuckle gripping his son, who looked to be about 6, on the hip with one hand, and stroking the boy’s cock with the other. The man’s mouth hung open, moaning, sweat dripping down his face as he railed into his boy. J.T.’s dick throbbed up and down watching this scene. “Ya like what you see, boy?” He asked the little boy in his arms. The boy nodded, transfixed by the goings on on the screen. “What’s it called?” He asked “Um,” Cody’s high-pitched boy voice began, “um pornonaphy?” “Pornography.” J.T. corrected, “or porno, or porn. What are they doing?” “Humping.” The boy responded “Yeah, ya can call it that. But fuckin’ is a better word for it. They’re fuckin’. They’re makin’ love. That boy is makin’ his daddy feel real fuckin’ good. It’s every daddy’s right to fuck his son, make love to him, teach him to be a real man so he can grow up big and strong one day. Did your daddy ever do this to you?” “Um…no…” The boy answered, a little bit of sadness in his voice. “That’s okay boy. That’s what us men are here for. We’ll teach you right. What’s his daddy doing to him?” “He’s…um…he’s fuckin’ his son in his bottom.” The boy answered “Yes, he’s fuckin’ his son in his bottom. What’s another word for bottom? Think about your sex ed classes.” “His ass.” “Good boy, that’s right. What’s he fuckin’ his ass with?” The big bear of a man asked. “His dickie!” The boy said, giggling. “No, that’s not right. Men don’t have dickies. They have dicks or cocks or dongs or fuckpoles pretty much any other word but dickies. Boys have dickies.” The soldier corrected, reaching a paw into the boy’s shorts, under his underwear and feeling his smooth butt. “What’s he doing to his son’s dickie?” The boy hesitated, clearly not finding the right word. “He’s…um…something it off?” “He’s jacking it off, or stroking it, or masturbating it. Ya need to pay more attention in class, but I’ll teach ya, hands on. The next two weeks, you’re gonna be a pro in sex lingo.” J.T. offered, fingers snaking their way into the boy’s crack as he sat down on the couch, going in for another kiss. He loved breaking in a new boy, showing him the ropes, pushing them to their limits. The big man planted the small boy on the floor in front of him. “Here, let’s get you naked, so I’m not the only one naked around here.” He said, peeling the boy’s dip splattered Spider-man t-shirt off, casting it aside. The boy’s alabaster, smooth skin of his chest was beautiful. He hooked his fingers into the elastic on the boy’s shorts and pulled them down, revealing a well worn pair of Spider-man briefs. J.T. traced the outline of the comic book character on the boy’s crotch. “So ya like Spider-Man, do ya?” The soldier asked. “Uh huh. He’s a good guy. He fights bad guys and protects people.” The boy answered nodding. J.T. leaned in real close to the boy’s ear, still outlining the character on the boy’s crotch, “I’ll let ya in on a little secret. I’m a good guy. I fight bad guys and protect people. Here, I’ll let ya know my secret identity, all my friends call me J.T. Ya wanna be my friend, right? And hell, if you’re a good boy and make me feel real good, I’ll show ya how I shoot my webs.” The boy giggled “Ya wanna see that right, Cody? Ya wanna see how this soldier shoots his webs?” Cody nodded as the man went in for another kiss. The army man kissed him deeper this time, getting a little more tobacco spit in the boy’s mouth. He retched a little, but didn’t get sick. J.T. Pulled away and splattered some brown dip spit all across the boy’s milky white chest. “Kick off your shoes.” The soldier commanded. The boy shifted around a bit, sliding off his sandals and kicking them to the side. “Now, let’s see what this little dickie and ass look like.” He slid the boy’s briefs down, revealing a soft, uncut one inch cocklet and two tiny tiny balls hanging high in his tight sack. J.T. reached down and groped them in his big paw of a hand, he bent over and inhaled deep. Mmmm mmmm mmmmm he smelled good. Like boy, inexperienced boy. Like a boy who hadn’t quite gotten the hang of bathing himself, of cleaning under his foreskin. He pulled the boy in, gripping his whole ass with one hand, and sucked him entirely into his mouth. The boy moaned, and his little dicklet sprang to life, beginning to stiffen up slightly in J.T.’s mouth. He looked up at the boy, whose head was thrown back, eye’s tightly shut, and gripped his ass firmly. Those high-pitched little boy moans made the soldier’s dick throb and ooze out a drop of precum. With his right hand, he reached down and scooped up the ooze. He pulled his mouth away from the boy’s growing cock, holding the precum soaked finger to the boy’s mouth and said, “Here. Try this, you’ll like it. It’s just a little taste of what comes before I shoot my webs.” Cody opened his mouth and the soldier slid his thick finger in, all across the tongue, down the back of his throat. The boy gagged a little on the finger as it probed deeper. J.T. slowly pulled out, purposefully trying to train the boy’s gag reflex. “Did ya like the taste of that?” He asked The boy nodded. “What’s it taste like? Tell me.” “Um. It’s slimy. And salty. It tastes…good.” The boy answered. “Did ya like your pal J.T. suckin’ on your little dickie?” The boy nodded again, his little dick bouncing in J.T.’s hand. “I’ll say. Your cocklet is hard as a rock. I’d say just about two inches. Turn around. I wanna see your little boy butt.” J.T. commanded. The boy turned and J.T. got a good view of the boy’s tight, little buns. He ran his hairy hands over them, so very smooth and supple. He spread the cheeks, revealing a tight, untouched pucker. On the tv a new man, in his late 40s was bending over a different boy, younger possibly than Cody, spreading his ass, and burying his bearded face in the youngster’s buns. “See that Cody.” J.T. asked “Uh huh.” The boy responded, shuddering from the man’s touch beylikdüzü travesti as he grazed around his anus with his index finger. “What’s that called? I’m sure you’ve heard about that in class.” J.T. asked “Um…rimming?” The boy answered. “Good boy. If I was your teacher, I’d give ya a gold star for that. You can also call it eating ass. I’m going to eat your ass now. Would you like that?” “I guess so.” J.T. bent down and planted his nose between the boy’s spread asscheeks. He inhaled, taking in the scent of freshly cleaned out virgin boy. The boy probably cleaned his little hole out, following a handy video tutorial designed for first timer little boys. He had seen some of the training materials they used. Some brightly colored thing with popular cartoon characters of the day, heck maybe Spider-Man himself taught the boy how to douche his own ass. It smelled wonderful, a hint of sweat from the nerves, but under that all, it smelled like young boy. J.T. swiped his nose up and down the crack, taking in the scent, getting it all over his beard. He stuck out his tongue and took in the taste. It tasted better than it smelled, and that’s saying something. He slobbered up and down the boy’s crack, getting it nice and slick and wet. The boy cooed as J.T. licked up and down. He pulled back and launched a glob of dipspit on the boy’s back, which began to slide down, down between the crack. Normally, this sight would have been offputting, but knowing that it was just dipspit, J.T. licked up the boy’s crack, from his taint, up to the small of the boy’s back. He pulled back and bit down on the boy’s left cheek hard, causing a yelp, before moving to the right cheek and doing the same, eliciting another yelp from the boy. He dove back in and slobbered up the boy’s little hole again. “How does that feel? Do ya like that?” “Uh huh.” The boy cooed. “What do ya like more, my mouth on your dickie or on your little cunt?” “Um…my uh…cunt.” “Good boy. I think ya might be a natural born bottom then. Do ya want your buddy J.T. to try a finger up there?” “Yes sir.” Cody responded. J.T. stuck a finger in his mouth, slicking it up. He spread the boy’s ass apart and circled it around the tight entrance. “Okay I want ya to hold your breath while I push in.” J.T. slowly pushed his finger into the tight, unused entrance. He slid right in, all the way up to the knuckle in one motion. “Okay, breathe out.” The boy complied “How does it feel, having a finger in ya?” J.T. asked, worming his finger around. “Ughn…oh…it feels…good.” “Good. I’m glad to hear it. Your asshole can be a major source of pleasure. Both for yourself and men. Just look at the man and the boy on the tv.” J.T. said gesturing to the tv with his other hand. On the screen the man had the boy he had just eaten out bouncing on his lap, buckaroo style, reverse cowboy, whatever you wanted to call it. For a boy so young, he was eagerly bouncing up and down, moaning. J.T. began working his finger in and out of the boy’s tight hole. Cody actually began slowly working his ass up and down the soldier’s finger, no doubt enjoying the pleasure of feeling the thick digit work its way against his little prostate. The man on the tv pumped his cock in and out of the little boy, his balls bouncing up and slapping the boy’s immature nuts while he stroked the little boy’s cock. The boy on the tv tensed up and cried out as the man pumped and pumped. “What’s happening there Cody?” J.T. asked “Mmmm…ughn…oh… the boy’s havin’ a `gasm.” Cody moaned as the soldier slithered his finger around in the boy’s tunnel. “That’s right, an orgasm. He’s havin’ a good dry cum, he’s gettin’ the tingles. Oh watch, watch.” The man on the tv’s pumping motions increased in speed and intensity until he slammed into the boy as far as he could go. “What’s happening now?” “The man is having a orgasm too.” “Right ya are. I’m going to do the same with ya tonight. I’m going to get my cock in your ass and I’m gonna fuck a dry boygasm out of ya and I’m gonna pump a load right up into your little cunt. That’s how I shoot my webs. I’m gonna do that whether ya want to or not. If I have to I’ll just have to rape ya. But I don’t want to have to do that. That’s why we gotta stretch your hole out.” J.T. said, matter of factly, sliding a second finger into his boy’s hole. “Ughn! Is it gonna hurt?” “I won’t lie, it will hurt, but it’ll feel so good for the both of us. Here, get up.” J.T. said, sliding his fingers out of the boy and turning him around. He presented the fingers to the boy. “Open. Taste.” The boy opened his mouth and J.T. slid both the fingers into the boy’s mouth and down his throat, having him clean himself off his fingers. “What I’m gonna do is I’m gonna get some special slippery sauce called lube, and a toy called a buttplug. We’re gonna to work that toy into your little butt so it can get used to being full. You’re gonna suck my dick, eat my ass, get me all worked up. Then I’m gonna grab some other special toys and I’m gonna fuck you.” “Okay.” Cody said, looking at the ground. J.T. got up and made his way to the bathroom, to search around in one of the cabinets for lube. Regular lube wouldn’t cut it. He’d have to use the other bottle, the special bottle, BB Formula 69. The running joke was that BB 69 stood for BoyButter 69, because it was used primarily on younger boys. It had a special numbing agent that relaxed the anus and made it easier for tighter holes to take a dick. It had the added benefit of reducing sensation on a man’s cock so he could last longer in such a tight hole. The soldier then made his way back to the box of toys in the kitchen and grabbed a medium sized plug. Normally he’d start smaller but he needed to nut in that boy’s butt sooner rather than later and didn’t have time tonight to train him up. He also grabbed the ball gag and the flogger, he’d definitely be using those later. He made his way back to the living room, where the boy stood, staring at the screen watching a young father bathing and feeling up his young son. J.T. thought fondly back to those days, oh what fun that was. Maybe when he got back home, he’d have to knock up his wife so he could revisit them. “Bend over.” J.T. commanded, sternly. The boy sheepishly bent over as the soldier squirted a generous amount of numbing lubricant to his fingers and began working it into the boy’s hole. One finger, two fingers, three fingers sliding in and out, the boy moaning. Even without the lube, J.T. was surprised by how accommodating this boy’s asshole was. “Okay, I’m going to push the buttplug in now.” J.T. said, lining the toy up with the boy’s rectum. It slid gracefully in. “How’s it feel?” “Fine.” “That’s good.” J.T. said, sitting down on the sofa. “Now, get to work sucking and licking me. Have at it. Just watch the teeth.” The boy stood for a moment unsure what to do, J.T. reached up and pushed the boy down to his knees, grabbed the back of his head and guided it toward his throbbing dick. Cody nervously stuck his tongue out, licking the man’s bulbous, leaking cockhead. It tasted good. Salty and good. He had seen this many times in school. In sex ed class. In the cartoon films they watched in Kindergarten. He wrapped his lips around the head and went down, down as far as he could istanbul travesti go, which really was only about an inch or two before gagging. The soldier moaned, for a first timer, it didn’t feel half bad. Though, on the upstroke, Cody grazed his cock with his top teeth. J.T. reached out and slapped him lightly on his right cheek. “Watch. The. Teeth.” He growled. The boy’s sucking skills slowly improved, little by little Cody was able to get more and more of the soldier’s cock down his throat, he managed to get about 4 of his inches down his gullet. Cody pulled off, worked his way to the soldier’s hairy balls and sucked them. They, too, tasted salty. Salty and sweaty. The soldier moaned as the boy gave his nuts a tongue bath. He pushed the little guy’s head down further, to his taint. There, the boy was greeted with a hot, sweaty, musky smell the likes of which he had never smelled before. It didn’t smell bad. He stuck his tongue out and worked his tongue between the soldier’s sack and crack, slathering it up, while the man moaned. “Good job boy. I’d say you’re a natural at this. Born to worship men. Okay, what we’re gonna do now is I’m gonna pull that plug out and we’re gonna slowly start working my cock up your little chute. I’m gonna put some of that slippery sauce, lube, on my cock, and you’re gonna sit your ass down, slowly on it til it’s all the way in.” J.T. stood up, grabbed the lube and slathered his cock in it. It felt kind of cool, almost like Bengay, but not as intense. He pulled the boy up onto his lap, facing him, pulled the plug out with a moan from the boy. The soldier lined his cock up with the boy’s virginal hole and slowly slid just the head past its ring. “Now, I want you to slowly sit down, pushing out. Like you’re going 2. Understand?” The boy nodded. Slowly, over the course of about fifteen minutes, the soldier’s thick, fat cock disappeared into the boy’s ass. Modern science was a miracle, bless the folks who invented BB Formula 69, those beautiful perverts. J.T. sat for a moment with his cock filling and stretching the small boy. “How’s it feel? Okay?” He asked “Uh huh it feels good. It feels real full.” “Good.” J.T. said, reaching over to the table to grab the flogger and the ball gag. “What I’m gonna do now is I’m gonna put this gag in your mouth, it’s called a ball gag, because it looks like a ball. So ya can’t scream too loud. And I’m gonna take this toy here, it’s called a flogger, and I’m gonna spank your butt. Every time I spank ya I want ya to lift up off my cock and then slide back down.” The soldier strapped the ballgag to the boy’s face. He looked really nervous now, but J.T. didn’t care. He grabbed the flogger and lightly slapped it against the boy’s ass. A little yelp escaped the youngster’s gagged mouth as he lifted up and slid back down on the man’s cock. The action felt fabulous on J.T.’s dick. He slapped the boy again, harder this time on the other cheek, the boy bounced up and down. They worked up a steady rhythm slapping and bouncing, the boy’s ass cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. Cody’s cock was rigid the entire time and he was shuddering and moaning in pleasure, as was the man who was fucking him. After about ten minutes of riding and spanking, J.T. had decided the boy had had enough of the flogger and he focused his attention to the boy. Gripping him by the hips he was lifting him up and down on his cock, nearly pulling entirely out before slamming him back down to bottom out in his ass. The boy was definitely in a little bit of pain, but that pain was mixed with pleasure. Better he experience his first time in an environment like this, than out on the mean streets alone. J.T. stood up and lay the boy down on the sofa, sliding his cock in and out, missionary style, looking the boy in the eyes, which had glazed over in pleasure and pain. The soldier began to stroke the boy’s hard rod. Matching pace with his fuckstrokes. The phone rang and rang and rang. J.T. reached over to the cordless phone on the side table and picked it up. “Hey, Ranger Rick, how’s it goin’ buddy?” J.T.’s said, breathing heavily as he pumped into Cody, who squealed and moaned. “Just got out of the shower here. Fucked a load into my boy. Took it like a champ.” Rick replied “About to head to bed now, but I figured I’d check in on ya. See how it’s goin’.” “Umph. Going. Great. Here. Man.” J.T. answered breathily, each word punctuated by the sound of skin slapping on skin. “Fuckin’ your little toy?” Rick asked, obviously turned on. “You know it bud. Damn he has a tight hole, probably the tightest I’ve ever had over here. You gotta come over and try him out, maybe do a swap.” Cody’s moans turned into a wail as J.T. slammed into his ass. With his free hand, the soldier slapped him hard on his bottom as he pumped into his little cunt. “I’ll let ya know when I’m coming over. Sounds like you’re having fun there. We might be down poolside tomorrow, I gotta ask Tommy what he wants to do. Oh, here comes Tommy now. Time for bed. I’ll catch ya later. Have fun, don’t break him.” “Oh I will and I won’t.” J.T. answered, the sound of skin on skin slapping picking up. He hung up the phone and placed it back on the table. Hearing his number one fuck buddy, his desert lover as his wife called him flipped a switch in J.T.’s head, as he plowed his dick in and out of the tight canal. He was getting close, and from the moans and wails, the boy was getting close too. He sped up his assault on the boy’s little cocklet until suddenly it started spasming and bouncing around in his hand. The boy’s eyes shut tightly and his ass constricted around the soldier’s cock. The boy was cumming. Hard. “Hehe made ya cum didn’t I? Good. Get ready cuz I’m about to cum too.” J.T. announced driving his cock in and out of Cody’s spasming hole at lightning speed. “OH FUCK BOY! HERE IT COMES!! I’M SQUIRTIN’ IN YA. OH HOLY FUCK!!!!” J.T. growled as he shot off in the boy. The soldier shot his load deep up the boy’s hole, spurting out like fireworks up the boy’s love tunnel. He kept pumping and pumping, slowing down as he came down from his orgasm. Panting, he undid the ball gag, the boy was panting too, understandable since he had just experienced a feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before. J.T. slipped his cock out of the boy’s hole with a squishy plop sound. He looked down to inspect it. All clean, check, no blood, check. He leaned down and sucked the quickly leaking jizz from the boy’s cunt, savoring the taste. He moved up to the boy’s face and kissed it into his mouth. “That.” He panted “Is how I shoot my webs. Ya did a good job taking my dick. You’re not a virgin no more. Do ya feel like a big boy?” “Yeah….yeah… I feel like a big boy. That tingling feeling. Felt real good.” “Good. I’m gonna give ya lots of tingles during our time together. Now let’s get cleaned up and ready for bed.” The two of them quickly cleaned up and made their way to the bedroom. J.T. lay in the bed on his back, the boy snuggling into his chest and snoring. A smile crept across the soldier’s face. “He’s never ever gonna forget me.” He thought as he stroked up and down the former virgin’s back. Thanks for reading, glad to have another chapter done in this story, and I’m glad you liked parts 1 and 2. This is my first attempt at a story. I hope it got your cock nice and hard and maybe you shot a load to it. I’ll start work on Chapter 4 soon. I think we’ll go back to join Tommy and Rick. Open to constructive criticism. If you liked my story, feel free to shoot me an email ail

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