Army Invasion

I said, using a tissue from my pocket to stop my nose bleeding, "You're going to need to make him wet. Help it slide in."

He turned to me again, and looked like he was going to have another lunge at me. Then he realised what I was saying and looked down at Greg's arse.

He spat onto his right hand and worked some of his spit around the broad stem of his veined cock. Then he raised his hand back to his mouth and repeated what he'd done. Greg lay there, his face bright red, breathing deeply.

Army started pushing again. Greg struggled again. He said, "You're too fucking big. Please. I've said I'm sorry."

Army kept going. Kept thrusting his cock into Greg's hole; each time it went slightly deeper. Greg opened his legs and stuck his arse upwards. I suppose this was to try and ease the pain, but Army took it as a gesture of encouragement. He pushed in further and grunted, "You're fucking loving it."

Then Army bent over Greg so that the front of his shirt rubbed against Greg's back. He hooked his left hand around Greg's chest, holding him in position. He started humping Greg's arse rapidly. He continued mouthing insults to Greg. "You fucking faggot. You fucking love taking cock up your arse. Right up your fucking shitter."

I guess this new position didn't work as well because Army's cock kept coming out from Greg's arsehole. He had to keep stopping to reposition his cock with his right hand. As he did so, Greg's arse made soft farting sounds as it struggled to accommodate Army's large cock. Army seemed to enjoy this. He kept saying things about Greg having a "dirty fucking crapper" and a "tight fucking hole". Greg went even redder. He looked really embarrassed.

When Army had tired of this position, he raised himself up again behind Greg. Army started trying to loosen his own belt and trousers with his right hand, his left palm being pressed down on Greg's spine to hold him down - although I think Greg had by now realised that struggling was futile. Army couldn't seem to manage with one hand so he looked over at me, his eyes still burning with hatred, and hissed, "Help me."

I moved over towards them and tried to undo Army's belt from the side of them. I could see Army's cock, looking so thick that it seemed more like a forearm, disappearing into the cleft of Greg's arse. I suppose that about three inches of it was visible: the rest seemed to have forced its way in. I had problems with the belt: I'd never taken a guy's trousers down before and I just couldn't get the thing open from the angle at which I was standing.

I knelt down slightly to bring my head closer to it as I fiddled with the buckle. Then I got my first whiff of the smell of their sex. It smelt totally unlike the smells I'd encountered during my encounters with girls. It was faint but unmistakable: the unique smell of a man fucking another man. Then I felt guilty for Greg because I realised that the smell of the guy's arse being invaded was getting my cock twitching. The faintly shitty smell coming from his hole and from Army's cock was giving me a hard-on. I felt quite bad about it.

Army said, "Hurry the fuck up."

I got up and moved around behind him. I reached around him with both arms, like I was hugging him from behind, and started loosening his belt in that position. That was much easier: it was pretty much like taking down my own trousers. When I'd undone his belt, I loosened the button on his jeans so that front of them sprung open.

Army said, "Pull them down a bit."

I pulled them down to the tops of his thighs. He had red and white Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs on underneath. I could see that they were stretched tightly over his round buttocks. The material between his cheeks was wet with sweat. With his free hand, he started hitching them down too. Pulled them down at the side and then around the back so that they were also around his thighs. I saw his naked arse: hairy cheeks with thick black hair bushing out from his wet sweaty crack. The lower part of his crack, near to where his hole would be, was very thickly haired, with the hair matted into swirls.

I moved back around to the side of them, standing with my back to the wardrobe. Now that Army's trousers and underpants had been hitched down, I could see his large hairy balls underneath the base of his thick cock. They didn't dangle down like mine do - they were pulled up into their sack which held them firmly. They looked big enough to be a couple of eggs inside his scrotum. The area around his cock and balls was very thickly covered with hair. It only thinned out around the tops of his thighs and towards his hips.

Army grabbed onto Greg's hips with both his hands, and started fucking him really quickly. I saw that, on the inward thrust, his cock almost completely disappeared into Greg's butt crack and his balls touched the tops of Greg's thighs.

Greg groaned, "Oh God." He moved his arms onto the bed at each side of him, elbows bent. His head was on one side and his eyes were tightly closed. His face was scarlet.

Army stopped for a few seconds and pulled his cock halfway out of Greg's hole. He spat so that the spit landed on the stem of his cock. He did it again. Then he started fucking Greg again, very quickly, holding onto the other guy's hips.

The sounds from Greg's arse grew louder. Every time Army's cock pushed into him, there was a squelching sound. Like air being released from the guy's hole. They were wet sounds - like Greg was moist inside his hole. Army looked down at his cock darting in and out and was obviously fascinated by the rhythmic slurping noises from Greg's arse. He said, now sounding breathless, "Jesus... your arse is... sucking... my cock."

Army was sweating. His short black hair was stuck to his forehead and beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks and nose. The room seemed to be getting very hot. At least I was getting hot. My own cock was fully hard and pressing upwards in my jeans just above the pocket. I wanted to masturbate as I watched Army pummelling Greg's arse. The rawness of their sex - the sounds, the smells, the violence - was totally new to me and I was excited by its very seediness. There was no passion between these two men; it was not even a sexual act for them. It was an act of punishment, with one of the men using his cock as an alternative to his fist. But I had to admit that I was captivated by this scene, so unlike the sensual intimacy which I'd experienced between myself and girls.

Army said, without breaking his rhythm, "Take my shirt off."

I moved around so that I was behind him again. I glanced down and saw his arse was also very wet with sweat. I undid the buttons on his checked shirt and started taking it off his back. He removed one hand and then other from Greg's hips to enable me to get his shirt off completely. Underneath it he had a white Umbro tee-shirt on. It was also soaked with sweat and in places it was sticking to his back and broad chest. I could now see that his muscular arms were also thickly haired and was surprised to see a tattoo just above the elbow on his right arm.

Then Army stopped. He pulled his cock out from Greg's arse and moved himself back a bit. His hands left Greg's hips and he just sat behind Greg, staring at his large cock. It looked enormous: even bigger than it had earlier. I found it difficult to understand how Greg could have accommodated it inside his bum. The thing must have been ten inches long by now. It curved upwards, the veins along its shaft protruding more prominently. It was wet and the bell end was covered with strings of a sticky-looking brown liquid.

Army laughed, a very loud loutish laugh, and said, "How's that for a shit head?"

Greg made a groaning sound. I don't know if it is was in response to the pun or in embarrassment at realising what Army was referring to.

Army looked very pleased to be sporting his erection with another guy's anal fluids on it. He looked up at me, smiling broadly, and said, "Fucking smell it man!" Then he bent his head downwards and inhaled deeply. He laughed and said, "Fuck!"

He turned back to Greg and said, "Stand up."

Greg got off the bed and stood up. I didn't catch his eye. He looked dazed. His cock and balls looked tiny in comparison with Army's. His cock was limp, of course, and it looked very pale and thin.

Army said, "Get in front of me and squat down."

Greg did as he was told. He turned his back on me, and squatted down in front of Army.

Army shouted, "Not like that, you dumb fuck. Face him not me."

Greg turned around and squatted down again. He looked up at me. I looked away.

Army knelt behind him and moved forward so that his knees pushed through the gap between Greg's legs. When he'd got as far forward as he could - his knees were now between Greg's feet - he positioned his cock at Greg's hole again with his hand. Then he put his arms around Greg's chest, holding onto Greg's pecs with his thumbs just above Greg's nipples. He pushed forward and there was a farting noise from Greg's arse as it was invaded again.

I looked down between Greg's legs and could see Army's cock disappearing as it slid into him. Army said, "Squat down more," and Greg pushed his arse downwards like he was trying to take a crap.

Army smiled up at me again and said, "Now it's even fucking deeper!"

Then he started fucking Greg again. The sounds were louder this time: sloppy rhythmic sounds from Greg's arse as he was fucked.

I heard the door open and Greg looked towards it in horror. Army also looked over but he didn't miss a beat. I moved over quickly and pushed it closed. I suppose it must have been Deborah returning to her room after pouring her heart out in the kitchen. She must have seen what was going on before I pushed the door closed, but I didn't see her from where I was standing so I'm not completely sure.

Greg said, "Lock the door. Please. Don't let her see me like this."

I locked it. Army shouted towards the door, "Hope you liked what you saw you bitch! He came to fuck you and now I'm fucking him! And he's fucking loving it!"

I looked back over to them. Army was speeding up. I could see his thick cock pushing upwards into Greg's arse and then pulling out. About six inches in and then six inches out. Quickly. At the same time, Greg's cock and balls jumped about, bobbing up and down, dancing to the same rhythm.

Greg was looking at me again. I looked back at him now. I noticed he was breathing rapidly and, like Army, was wet with sweat. His long fringe kept getting in his eyes and one of the arms of his round specs had moved upwards against his head making them look skewed on his face.

I heard someone banging on the door. It sounded like a male voice. Maybe one of the guys from the kitchen.

Army kept fucking Greg, his cock slurping in and out from the other man's arse rapidly. He moved his right arm down to Greg's stomach and then further down between his legs. He fondled Greg's balls as he fucked him, and then groped the other man's cock. Greg's face changed. He looked confused and scared. Looking back down, I saw that his cock was lengthening: Greg obviously hadn't bargained on this.

Army smiled at me, panting and grunting, and started making wanking movements with Greg's cock, holding it between his thumb and finger. Greg's cock continued to grow longer and, in disgust with himself, Greg tried to pull himself away from Army. Army gasped, "No way... just... sit tight..." and moved his left hand up to Greg's shoulder to hold him in place.

Army continued masturbating Greg and Greg's cock now stood out from his body, looking about five or six inches long. Greg's balls dangled down between his outstretched legs, still jumping about in their sack to the rhythm of the much larger cock sliding in and out from his rear.

Army wrapped his entire hand around Greg's cock and started wanking him quickly, making long strokes up and down the shaft. Greg started making gasping noises, breathless "Ah ah ah" sounds to the same rhythm as Army's hand and cock.

Greg looked straight into my eyes as I stood watching them. He stared at me through his sweaty glasses, continuing to gasp in obvious pleasure at the combined sensations of the larger man's cock sliding in and out of his arsehole and the hand sliding up and down on his cock. I saw him reposition his feet further apart so that he could push his bum further down onto Army's thick cock. His arse made another farting noise as he did this.

Army also looked at me, grinning and panting, never missing a beat with the thrusts of his cock. He said, "You're... fucking... loving this!" I didn't know if he was talking to me or Greg.

He took his hand from Greg's dick and with both hands cupped the other man's pecs, taking his nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He massaged the other man's chest, teasing the nipples expertly. His interest in tits obviously extended beyond those of women.

I saw Greg's cock, now free from Army's hand, hard and pointing upwards towards me. About six inches and with a wet red head, it bounced around to the rhythm of the other man's cock in his arse. Greg's panting and gasping continued. His hand reached down for his cock and he started beating himself off. He stared at me wide eyed as he masturbated himself.

I felt so turned on seeing him like this. This swotty, easy-going guy, who probably wouldn't have dreamed of even having a hard-on in front of another guy, now totally exposed in front of me. The look on his face was of confused pleasure. He looked into my eyes, knowing I was seeing everything that was happening to him. Knowing I was enjoying seeing him being buttfucked. I stared again at the huge, thick cock ramming upwards into his hole. Then to his much smaller thinner cock which he was frantically jerking. And back into his eyes, seeing his pleasure and hearing him whimpering and gasping.

Army said, "Open the door."

I thought I had misheard so I just continued watching them.

He looked at me, eyes angry again, and said, louder, "Open the fucking door!"

Greg didn't complain. He just stared upwards at me, still gasping with pleasure from the feel of the large cock invading his rectum. His legs trying to open even wider to better accommodate it.

I walked over to the door and opened it. I opened it towards me and stood behind it, holding it open. I couldn't see who was looking in. Maybe it was only Deborah but it could have been everyone in the flat standing outside. I don't know.

Army grinned towards the open door, leered at it, still fucking the other man frantically. Getting even faster, holding Greg's chest steady as he jabbed his cock in and out of his arse.

He shouted, panting, "Hope you're... fucking... enjoying this... as much... as he is..."

Greg looked towards the open door, wide eyed. Still making gasping "Ah ah ah" noises. His mouth was open and he looked horrified. But his hand didn't stop. Whoever was watching him saw him being fucked and his hand jerking away at his own cock uncontrollably. They must have seen Army's huge cock sliding in and out from him and his balls jiggling around to the same rhythm. They must have heard the slapping and squelching noises from his arse and smelt the powerful stench of anal sex that had filled the hot, sweaty room.

Army looked triumphant. He continued fucking Greg, enjoying being seen by whoever was at the door while he buggered the other man.

Then strings of white cum shot out from Greg's cock. Some of it hit the wardrobe door. Most of it ended up on the carpet. His panting and gasping continued even after he'd orgasmed. Army's cock continued fucking him but the look of strain on the bigger man's face told me that his climax was nearing.

Somebody pulled the door out from my hand and closed it.

I watched as Greg fell forward in exhaustion, hands outstretched on the cum-splattered carpet. His arse was still filled by Army's pounding cock as it was filled the other man's semen. Army's cum spilled out from his hole, dribbling down his thick cock. A milky-brown liquid pouring out from Greg's butt.

I walked over to the door and let myself out. No-one was outside in the corridor. The kitchen light was on and there were sounds of heated discussion inside. I couldn't make out the words but it was obvious they were wondering what they should do. Every time the discussion lapsed, I could hear the low sounds of a girl's crying.

I let myself out of the residence and went out into the cold night air. It was good to be able to breathe some fresh air.

Then I walked home.

No-one ever mentioned it again. I don't know what happened afterwards between Army and Deborah but I'd guess not a lot. I still saw Greg sometimes after basketball games but he never made eye contact.

And I still feel guilty as hell after I've masturbated thinking about what happened that night.