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GI Jock, Part 1
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GI JOCK
My name is Jack, I'm a 22 yr old college student. I'd like to tell
you about a homosexual escapade I recently had which I will never
forget. I have always been turned on by good looking guys but the
ones that REALLY turn me on are men in uniform.
This story begins on New Year's Eve. I went to a frat party at the
student center on campus. I love going to fraternity parties because
they are always packed wall to wall with hot horny hunks. Most of
the guys aren't gay but even so they are so open about their
sexuality that I can often have a front row seat in front of a
gang-bang. I really get off watching the hot young studs thrusting
their throbbing pricks up some bitch's cunt while all the other frat
brothers chear them on. The whole time I watch them fucking, I am
dreaming that those jocks are fucking my ass. Sometimes I have to
go to the bathroom and jack off 'cause there are some guys that can
keep on going for an hour and when their creamy jism starts to run
down their shaft and coat their balls I begin to have uncontrollable
urges to go down on these guys and lick their creamy nuts.
Tonights party was really bitchin'. The music was awesome and
everybody was dancing and having a good time. There was a keg of
beer and various bottles of whiskey and other types of alcohol. I
was over by the refreshment table having a drink when this group of 3
young marines caught my eye. I almost spit up my beer when I saw
these guys. They were so fucking good looking! They must have all
been about 18 or 19 yrs old, shaved heads, green marine uniforms, and
shiny polished black boots. The first 2 were carrying a large bowl
of punch and the third (and cutest) was walking behind them. The two
marines set down the bowl of punch and one of them yelled, "Hey Ben,
me and Rick are gonna go see if we can find the girls. We'll see you
around..."
Being the sociable person that I am and since this guy was an honest
to god hunk, I decided to go over and introduce myself. My hopes
were not too high that this stud was going to be a fag but he was so
hot I felt like I would die if I couldn't have him. I went over and
got a glass of punch. The punch tasted like about 25% Hawaiian Punch
and 75% Grain Alcohol. I looked over at the marine's nametag and it
said "Private Hardwick". I said, "Hi, my name's Jack Jones. Whats
yours?" The GI said, "Ben Hardwick." I began to fish for
information innocently. "So, where's your date?" I said. Ben said,
"Ha! I don't have a date. I just got into town last night. My
three buddies and I just got out of Basic Training and we've been
stationed here. My buddies live here and they brought me to this
party. I'm originally from Dallas, Texas." I was immediately
intrigued by this GI. He had boyish good looks and a surprisingly
deep voice. I guess all that yelling and drills in the marines gives
these teens their deep, sexy voices. I was beginning to wonder if I
dared to ask him if he was guy but was quickly disappointed when he
continued speaking... "I have a girlfriend back in Dallas. I sure do
wish she was here right now." "Thats too bad" I said.
So, this young GI was straight. On the other hand, he hadn't seen
his girlfriend in weeks, he was lonely, he was new in town, AND he
was making my cock ache just looking at him. "Have you tried the
punch?" I said. "No, I saw my buddies pouring alot of stuff called
'Everclear' into it. I've never drank anything but some beers back on
the farm and I don't think I'd like that punch." "Oh, go on and try
it, its great. This is alot less likely to make you sick than beer
(I lied)", I said. Ben said "Alright" and I handed him a large
glass of the punch. The punch was so strong I'm glad there were no
open flames near the bowl. "Whoaaa!" Ben yowled, "This stuff seems
pretty strong!" "Nah, its just that you've never tasted distilled
alcohol before. He drank that entire glass of punch and said "You
know this stuff is pretty good...I think I'll have another." We
shot the shit and he kept on drinking as we talked. I kept filling my
cup but only took little sips and whenever I'd excuse myself to go
take a leak, I'd pour my glass out in the toilet. Sometime around
1:30 AM after Ben had had about 4 full glasses of the grain alcohol
punch, he began to lean more and more until eventually he was having
to lean against me to stay sitting up on the bench we were sitting
on. Ben said, "I think I drank too much of this punch, I wish my
buddies would come back so I could get them to take me home." I
couldn't stand it anymore, this hunk was ripe for the picking and I
was going to pick him up. I offered to take him home and he gladly
accepted. He tried to stand up but fell back down sitting. I
helped him up and we wobbled out to my car. By the time I got around
to my side of the car, Ben was passed out and snoring.
Continued in next message...
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