Four Day Pass: The First Night

Thursday seemed to drag on forever. I was sitting in class, waiting for the last hour to tick away. Then after class, my platoon was going to go for a good long run. All this was between me and a long weekend in San Francisco with my friend Scott from back home.
The last hour finally came to a close and I headed to the barracks to change out of my uniform and into PT gear. The run was uneventful, but the sun was out, a rarity since I got stationed in Monterey. Finally, I was back at the barracks. I called Scott to let him know I'd meet him at the post gate so we could hit the road to San Francisco. He picked me up around six and we headed north to the City by the Bay.
I was born and raised in suburban New England. I had done some traveling, but for the most part, all I knew were bitter cold winters and hot, muggy summers. Fall was usually either: a) a reprieve from the heat of the summer before winter rolled in; or b) a bit of a chill before the real cold weather arrived. It was all I knew before arriving on the west coast, and, to be more specific, Monterey on California's Central Coast.
Monterey is very similar to the town I grew up in. Both are coastal towns, relying heavily on the fishing industry and tourism, and both are fairly affluent communities. There are, however, a few differences. Of all the differences between the east and west coasts, one in particular stood out: rain. Back home, rain could be a summer squall, a torrential downpour, a light drizzle... Rain was many things in New England. But in Monterey, I was surprised by what they called rain.
After a few days of misty fog, I went down into town. I overheard some people talking about "all this rain we've been getting recently," and I couldn't help but shake my head. To be fair, the region was going through a bit of a drought, but kızılay escort I would never mistake a heavy fog for being rain. Rain has actual drops of water that fall in a generally downward path, though I've been in rains during a severely strong wind where the raindrops traveled almost horizontally. This so-called "rain" I had experienced here in Monterey was merely mist that hung on the air and blew where the wind willed it.
That being said, it had been a beautiful sunny day when Scott picked me up. The sun was beginning the early stages of setting as we exchanged hugs just outside the post and then drove off to the northbound freeway. Somewhere along our trek on the 101 I started dropping hints that I was in a bit of a randy mood. Scott easily picked up on my barely hidden meanings and by the time the sun set, I knew I'd be getting some.
We found his hotel, parked in the garage, then checked into his room. Within minutes our clothes were heaped on the floor as we made out in his bed in our skivvies. He backed off, yanking my briefs down. I was hard as a diamond. He took little time to look at my offering before his mouth was descending onto my cock, sending me to heaven. He sucked on my erection for a few minutes, then turned me over on my stomach.
This is what I'd been waiting for. He spit and played his fingers on my puckered opening. I wanted more and told him so. I was desperate to get stuffed full of his cock.
"Shhh. Relax, soldier. Be patient," he chided me.
I didn't have to be patient long, as he obviously felt he'd prepped my ass enough for his invasion. The pounding he gave me was breathtaking. I was repeatedly stuffed full of his thick eight inches. The smacks on my ass accentuated his urgent thrusts. Before long, I was full kolej escort of my first load in six months. I wasn't sated, but his pumping my ass full took the edge off my lust. We lay cuddled on the bed for about an hour before rinsing off in the shower and heading out for a bite to eat.
Needless to say, the City by the Bay held many glorious wonders for a young, sexually confused man. Scott, however, was the only playground I wanted any part of. After a shower, we had a languid dinner at a quaint yet crowded Italian restaurant within walking distance of the hotel. I don't remember the name: I was too enthralled by my desire to suck this man's cock and have him deposit innumerable loads of man juice into both my holes. What can I say? It was only my third time with him, with any man at all, and the military chicks I'd been fucking didn't want to play with my ass. I was horny. We walked back to the room, me eager for desert.
I allowed him a few moments alone in the bathroom before joining him. He was washing his hands and I just couldn't wait to suck his cock. When he turned, I dropped to my knees. His pants were unzipped and there, behind a thin layer of tighty-whities, I could see the bulge I desperately wanted in my mouth. I nearly drooled on his slacks as I pulled them down. Then, his underwear followed and thwack! his erection smacked my chin. I opened up and sucked his head, tongued his shaft, kissed his balls. I felt him place his hands at the back of my head...
And I was gone, lost to my forbidden passion. I sucked, licked, kissed his firmness. Taking a cue from earlier, I withdrew him from my mouth and swatted my face with his hardened manhood. His precum ooze flew through the air, some landing on my wonton face, some in my hair, some on my tongue. maltepe escort This lewd, shameless self-abuse only heightened my desire for his creamy juices. I sucked his phallus down once more, nearly choking myself.
His own hands began forcing more of his rod into me, fucking my face with abandon. I no longer had control. I was literally in his hands just as much as his cock was in my neck. I felt his cock expand forcing my jaw wide as he emptied his balls down my throat while my dinner surged up from below. He withdrew, easing the pressure off my head and I pushed back on him. I lunged to the toilet, barely making it before spewing my guts half on the seat and half into the bowl.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself," he apologized as he wet a washcloth and filled a glass with water. My retching continued a few minutes longer until my stomach was emptied. I lay against the porcelain panting heavily. He offered the glass which I took, only to rinse out my mouth. I swished again and spat, watching the remnants of dinner exit my mouth.
"I'm sorry," he said again. His concern was plain and sincere. "I should remember you aren't experienced."
I could barely respond audibly, my throat sore from the fucking as much as the bile. "Now we both know." I chuckled. Despite the pain and discomfort, I had enjoyed debasing myself to his cock.
He helped me clean up in the shower and I brushed my teeth. Again, despite gagging only a few minutes before, I found myself nursing on his cock trying to rouse him for another bout of anal. He was more than accommodating, becoming fully erect in minutes. This time, my ass was ready with little preparation and his thrusts were less intense. Also this time, he reached around grasping my cock regardless of my trying to push his hand away. I came first, this time, a slow, steady pulsation of pleasure coursing through my entire body. My asshole contracted on his cock bringing his third orgasm of the night.
I slept better that night than any of the previous three months, better than any night since his last visit. I snuggled into him, my head on his chest, and drifted into the land of dreams.