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notesonlust: “Well, it’s difficult to describe how it...

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:18:44 -0400

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“Well, it’s difficult to describe how it feels.”

“Do your best.” He said. “Please.” The reporter reached across the small table and grabbed my hand. It was just the two of us, plus the bartender and a local drunk perched on a stool at the other end of the room, getting his few in before the nine-to-five crowd crammed in for their hump-day celebration.

He was cute: about my age but smaller, with a compact frame and longish, brown hair worn in a deliberately messy fashion. He wanted to know about the gas.

I hesitated. “My commanding officer had told us that these were basic maneuvers, but the weird part was that it wasn’t in the usual location.”

“It was some place new,” he said. “They wanted to make sure none of you’d get away.”

“When it happened,” I laughed, in spite of myself, “none of us wanted to get away.”

I swallowed once, and began my story. “We had been on day maneuvers, were supposed to march out to a drop site and wait for further instructions. We reached the location by mid-afternoon. Right away, we smelled something funny, but it was different for each of us. Like—” I stopped. The reporter smiled and squeezed my hand. “Like, I smelled something earthy, like wet dirt. Jones said he smelled overripe strawberries, and Davis smelled leather. I don’t know about Carlson.

“And it affected each of us differently. My skin began to get warm. So warm.” Confronted with the memory, my voice wavered. “I began to take off my shirt without realizing it. My legs became weak, and I stumbled back against a tree for support. A second later, Jones was right next to me. He put his hand around my shoulders, but the touch—I could feel its heat through my shirt.” With his other free hand, the reporter jotted down a note, then wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead.

“Go on.” He said. Smiled.

“And sensitive. It felt so good that we started breathing hard and fast, which just made us take in more of the gas. And dizzy. I couldn’t really see straight. Davis and Carlson were on the ground. Well, not on the ground exactly. They were on all fours, and moaning. Fucking moaning! Davis rolled his head, like he was having the best fucking trip of his life, then looked at me. His mouth dropped open and he lunged at me! Starting pulling my clothes off and my dick, Christ. I was so fucking hard, I didn’t even notice it until Davis, he—” My throat dry, I sipped some of my beer. “If Davis hadn’t pulled them off, then I’m sure my cock would’ve ripped a hole. As soon as it was free, it dropped a fuckin’ glob of pre-cum on the ground, and the look on Davis’ face when that happened. Shit. It was like he was dying of thirst and I just denied him a drink.” I stopped. Contemplated the last of my beer.

“What happened next?”

“They latch on to me and Jones; they sucked us, coming off only long enough to breath, maybe, and to lick the sweat off our skin. I couldn’t think of anything but how good his mouth felt. And how much I wanted to stay in his mouth forever. And then, Davis started to beg for my cum. Carlson too, but they weren’t exactly talking to us, they just kept saying ‘let me have it, let me have it’ over and over again. And I’ve never cum so much in my life. Girls have always been impressed, or grossed out, or something. But, fuck, man! And Davis ate it all. Greedy and desperate, like his whole life was that dick. My dick. Moaned the whole time. And once wasn’t enough. The gas does something funny, like, I didn’t need to rest or anything. I stayed hard. Came just as much the second and third and fourth time as I did the first. We were a mess by the end of it.”

I tried to pull my hand away, but the reporter wouldn’t let go. His eyelids were heavy, and his mouth hung slack. I could hear him breath: short, shallow breaths.

During the de-briefing, they told us that it was all normal, nothing to be ashamed of. We would be well compensated, they had said. And we were. The gas was supposed to devastate enemy morale, but it also, it seemed, could effectively disrupt operations with hours of compulsive fucking. The other guys had been confused about what had happened, but not me. Nor was I all that upset when the doctors informed us about the side effects. Apparently, the dose had been so high that we retained the hormone in our systems, permanently, and had to take certain precautions. Like: avoid fluid exchanges. Or, prolonged skin contact with other men.

The reporter suddenly let go and stood up, making no effort to hide the hard-on about to rip through the front of his slacks, to say nothing of the pre-cum stain, oozy and slowly expanding to the size of the coaster now protecting the table top from the moisture on my glass.

“Should we get out of here?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything to that. Just moaned.

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It didn’t take long for Sam to develop a reputation as the local ass-whore. By the end of summer most of the young guys on the council estate had fucked him and so had a few of their Dads too. It was all hush-hush to begin with but word got out and it was no longer a secret. He actually couldn’t walk around now without making sure he was lubed up and ready because at any point one of the residents would come up to him, bend him over and fuck his ass. He had stopped trying to resist after the first few weeks when it became obvious to him that they didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He would be fucked in plain sight, and before long men who had been watching from their windows or balconies would be lined up behind him waiting for their turn. Even the police who had been called in to investigate due to complaints from some of the prudish residents had turned a blind eye - but only after they had been offered hot young ass to fuck whenever they wanted and a generous ‘tip’ donated by the local men. Sam became an indispensable part of the local community, providing the men with a valuable local service. Even the local crime rate went down, with lesser incidences of domestic violence, assault, rape, prostitution and even petty offences. By mid September the lock had been removed from the front door of his council flat and all men had free access to his ass 24/7. He wasn’t allowed to go back to his job stacking shelves, but the locals made sure he was always well fed and his bills were paid. He had progressed from being a virgin to the most fucked piece of ass in his neighbourhood in the space of six months and he loved it!