Man for Man
 

Military muscle

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I had been looking forward to the conference for some time. I was doing some classified work for the Army and this was my chance to get together with other contractors to discuss the overall project. The conference was also being held at one of favorite places; an unusual military installation near the ocean. It wasn't a large base and there were seldom more than 40 - 50 people on base at any one time. The place was a mix of conference center and training grounds. While technical folk like myself might be gathering in the meeting rooms, various military units would be training at locations around the base. Of course we were never told what they were training for, we were just told to stay out of their way and especially to stay out of the woods.

 

The first day of the conference was fascinating and I learned an awful lot about the project. After we broke up for the day, we went to the bar on the base where we could continue our discussions informally while drinking cheap beer and playing darts or pool. We were soon joined by a company of Airborne Rangers who were training at the base. This was one of the reasons I loved the place; I got to be close to these macho military guys in a casual atmosphere. They would never tell us what they were doing, but were usually quite friendly and willing to join in conversation and games.

This bunch was especially fine. I always enjoyed the sight of these hard-bodied young men. Their air of self confidence added to their appeal. I managed to talk to a few of them and even played a game of 8-ball with Ken, probably the best looking of the lot. He had brought his own pool cue and I commented on it saying, "Nice stick you got there."

"Thanks," he smiled, "the ladies all like it."

"I'm sure they do!" I shot back. I had to be careful. I didn't want to be too blatant about my lust for this hot military muscle. They were trained to kill with their fingertips. Silently.

We finished our game and went our separate ways. I had never made a serious play for one of these guys and I wasn't going to start now. The scene could get extremely ugly.

The base had a small cafeteria open only a short time for dinner. I sat with my fellow conferees but managed to find a seat with a view of the Rangers. I didn't take part in much of the conversation as I watched those young guys joke and laugh through dinner. They ate like horses, indicating that their training on the base was pretty strenuous.

After dinner I went to the small but well equipped gym on base. I was surprised to find myself alone there. It was a leg day, so I concentrated on quads and hamstrings as well as lower back and abs. I'm 6'2" and 210 pounds and pretty solid. I'm especially proud of my strong legs. After working out a while, I heard the door open and someone walk over to the weights. It was Ken and he started into a pretty vigorous upper body workout. He was wearing military issue shorts and T-shirt which really showed off his impressive body. He wasn't huge, probably 5'8" and 180 lbs, but was obviously muscled and extremely fit. I watched him benching and curling out of the corner of my eye, trying to not be too obvious.

I decided to break my legs-only routine and went over to do a couple of sets on the bench press. "Mind spotting me?" I asked Ken.

"No problem," he replied. I loved the sight of him looking down on me as I lifted. I looked over his flat stomach passed his hard pecs into that handsome face. My nose was inches from his crotch and I got the unmistakable aroma of his musk.

I finished my set and asked him if he wanted me to spot him. "No thanks," he replied. "No one to spot you in the real world." With that he began his set. He did not fool around. He was lifting a good 250 pounds and when he reached the limit, he pushed out one more rep with huge determination. This guy was really sure of himself. I did another couple of sets and then went and finished my leg workout.

There was no locker room at the little gym, but there was a hot tub tucked away in an alcove. I went over to the tub, stripped to my jock and got in, sitting so I could watch Ken finish his workout. He certainly had the concentration and paused little between sets. He seemed to finish up just a few minutes later and I was surprised when he came over to the tub. "They really ran us today. I need this to loosen these legs up," he said. Without waiting for a response, he stripped completely naked and stepped into the tub. I was glad I still had my jock on, because there was no way my cock could stay soft with the sight of this hard body lowering himself into the tub across from me.

"You work out pretty intensely," I said, letting my tone indicate how impressed I was.

"Thanks, it's not worth doing if you don't do it right."

"I like your confidence."

 

"Confidence? Yeah, I guess that's it. I usually know what I want." He sat back and looked around the gym as if to check if anyone else was around. He looked back at me, took my measure and said, "And right now I know exactly what I want."

With that he stood up and moved toward me. His cock had gone half hard and within a second he had grabbed me behind the neck and forced my face to his crotch. Swinging before my eyes was one of the hunkiest cocks I had ever seen, framed by hard muscular thighs. The power and finesse of his hands were apparent; there was no arguing with him. I drank in the scent of his crotch. First was the chlorine of the tub, but then the muskiness of his balls came through. I flicked my tongue on the underside of his balls as his cock rose to point skyward. "Suck it," he said with a growl. There was nothing else to do but obey, and nothing else I wanted to do more. I greedily took the length of his cock, enjoying the feel and the thickness and the warmth. He tilted his head back in obvious pleasure.

I grabbed his balls in my hand and concentrated my tongue on the underside of his rock hard shaft. "Yeah, let me fuck that pretty mouth," he moaned. "Take it all, slut!" I obeyed and ground my nose into his curly hairs. He wrapped his powerful hands around my head and slid his cock in and out of my mouth. "Suck it... suck it... suck it..." he said in time to his strokes. "Fuck, you civilian sluts know how to suck cock. Better than my girlfriend." I gave his low hanging balls a gentle squeeze and his hands fell from my head to my wide shoulders. He felt the muscles there and then palmed my hard pecs, running his hands through the hair he found there. I rewarded him with long slow strokes on his cock with my lips accompanied by furious tongue action. I could feel his balls retracting in his sac and eased off on my attack, keeping him from reaching the brink.

"Let me see your cock," he said. Without removing my tongue from that hard shaft, I did as I was told. I sat up on the edge of the tub and slipped my jock off so that Ken could get a good look at my fat cock. "Stroke it," he said. I grabbed my cock with my left hand and Ken's with my right, matching rhythms. My tongue explored his flat hairy stomach and traced a line down to his balls. I took them in my mouth and rolled them around, enjoying the warmth and feel and smell.

"Shit, you're even better than my Ranger buddies!"

That image was one that really got me going. I sucked on the hard purple head of his cock while my fist was a blur on his shaft. "Slow down, slut, I want to watch you cum first," he ordered. I eased off his cock and stuck my nose in that musky area beside his balls. His cock rubbed against my ear as I stroked my meat for all it was worth. "Yeah, let me see you shoot," he snarled while his fingers pinched my nipples hard. I pulled back from his crotch and stared at that bulky military body. Five long fast strokes later I reached the point of no return. I stopped stroking and held my cock tight at the base. With my free hand, I gently stroked the shaft and felt the cum boil along its length. The first shot hit Ken in the thigh. The second arced between his legs and landed in the water. The Ranger's cock twitched as he moaned in appreciation.

As the last of my cum dribbled from my spent cock, I grabbed his thick shaft in my hand and went after the underside of his cock head with my tongue. "Aw fuck, I'm gonna cum down your throat, you fucking faggot civilian slut!" His hands gently caressing my chest betrayed his true feelings. I took his cock all the way in as his balls pulled up and released their hot load. His cock spasmed in my mouth as it pumped out his delicious cum.

I kept his cock in my mouth as I worked every last drop of cum up his shaft and out the slit. His cum was about the sweetest I had ever tasted. His hands gently rubbed my buzz cut, encouraging me to continue. When no more sweet liquid was left, I let his half hard cock pop from my mouth. I stared at it, enjoying the way it gracefully hung over his balls.

"You like it, don't you? he asked.

"Damn straight!" came my reply as my hands ran over his thighs. "You must have lots of fun with your Ranger buddies."

"Hey, don't ask, don't tell!" he said with a wink.

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