Desert storm

 It's pretty lonely in the Arabian Desert. I mean, there are all of those female soldiers, but let's face it -- they are soldiers first and females second. With all of the heat and dust and grime, I guess it was only reasonable that the GI's on Desert Storm stripped the minute they were off duty, the minute they could. "God, it's hot," said Spec 5 Arnie Carlson. He was in his tent, and had stripped off his fatigue jacket and pants and his OD undershirt. He was walking around with just his OD boxers and his socks and boots. Sweat poured down his chest, but it couldn't disguise his magnificent, perfectly proportioned young body.

God must have been paying special attention when he made Carlson, because this guy had everything going for him. He also, at the moment, seemed to be sporting one of the largest most imposing erections Johnnie had ever seen. "Come on you guys," said Carlson, "get cool ... who are you trying to impress." He had a commanding air about him, and it didn't take much convincing. Before you could say "big cock," the other guys in the tent were similarly attired. They were sitting on their cots, and it seemed perfectly natural when Carlson reached into his shorts, pulled out his enormous cock and began beating off. There were some laughs, but they were quickly replaced by copycat behaviour ... I mean, there wasn't much to do, and jacking off seemed like the most sensible off-duty option.

Pretty soon, they had an old-fashioned circle jerk going on. But, just as it was getting good, Carlson stopped and looked at Johnnie, the youngest of the men, with a strange look. He licked his lips and then said, "Hey Johnnie, come here, watch a real man do it." Johnnie sat frozen, but the other men egged him on. "Come on Johnnie ... do it, what the hell." Slowly, Johnnie stood up and moved over toward Carlson. But, he tripped and sort of fell onto Carlson ... his face ending up in Carlson 's lap ... eye to cock, so to speak. Before anyone knew what happened, Carlson pushed his dick into Johnnie's mouth. The other guys gathered round and, when Johnnie tried to get away, they held him while Carlson face fucked him with a passion. "Oh," moaned Carlson, "oh, yeh, that's what I want ... some face pussy, some lips on my machine." But, funny thing was that now Johnnie wasn't struggling anymore. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the hell out of himself. The men released him but Johnnie was sucking and licking for all get out. He started feeling for Carlson's balls and finger his asshole and Carlson just lay back on the cot and let Johnnie have his way.

Then, all of a sudden he cried out, "I'm gonna come ... oh, God, I'm gonna blow like a fuckin volcano." "Do it," shouted Johnnie, "do it now Arnie. I haven't swallowed any in more than two months and I am thirsty as hell for a man milk shake. Let's see if you've got it to feed me." That kind of encouragement was all it took. Arnie started to come, in great violent spurts. The other men were jacking themselves off individually but with great gusty, and, while Arnie came in Johnnie's mouth, the other guys came all over Johnnie's white body ... he was covered from head to toe. When it was over, the men seemed a little embarrassed and didn't want to talk about it ... but, not Carlson. In a huge, loud voice he said "Johnnie, you are t he best face fuck I've ever had. If you're up for it, we'll graduate to butt fucking next time ... and next time won't be too long from now."

Johnnie thought about it and then turned to the men and said, "look guys, it should be obvious ... I'm gay ... I love it, in my mouth, up my ass, in my ear, all over my body. I'll take it any way I can, and for the duration of Desert Storm, I'll be the Desert .. you be the storm! As I left the tent to go back on duty, the guys were lining up to fuck Johnnie. This kid had unlimited potential. And, a really sweet pink asshole tight as a drum. I thought about telling them I was gay too ... but, what the hell, I figured, I can have my cake and eat it too ... let Johnnie be "C" Company's whore.