The story of me : Part 4

So there I was, hiding in a tree stalking the terrorist leader through the lens of my scoped barrett .50 cal sniper rifle. I wait until he is in the perfect position to split his head open with one shot between the eyes. My heart rate slowed, my breathing got deeper, thus controlling my fear. I let in a large breath and slowly release. My spotter signals the all clear. I take the shot.

His head immediately explodes, my position becomes a war zone. "time to go" I said to my partner Rob McCarthur. "i don't know, i kinda like it here" he said sarcastically. We started running towards our extraction point. Five minutes of heart stopping running, I see the clearing up ahead , I hear men shouting in arabic coming from behind us. Our helo drops in, mowing down anything that moves. I hear rob scream in pain.

I look behind me to see my buddy get shot four times in the chest by the arab terrorists the helo forgot about. Not thinking about my own safety, I run after him. He was lying on his back. I lift his head. He grabs my coller and says to me in a soft voice, "cam, tell michelle I love her." "your gunna tell her yourself, your gunna be ok. You'll be able to-" "forget it cam. I'm done, dead. leave me here, get yourself out, go home to beau." He says as I watch my friend die in my arms, Unable to help or do anything. One of the helicopters crew comes out and pulls me on to the chopper. I started to cry. I couldn't control my emotions.

Four days later, my commanding officer tells me that I'm going home. I get my discharge papers later that day. Before I know it I'm on a plane bound for logan international airport in boston massachusetts. I couldn't believe it. I was finally going to see him after four long months of fighting. 9 hours pass and we are at the airport. I get off the plane to find Beau waiting for me. "oh thank god your alright" he gives me the longest kiss I've ever had in my life. I was so happy to finally be back in his arms. We hear people cheering and clapping. I was so happy to be out of afghanistan and back home in massachusetts.

I never knew how much I would miss rotaries and potholes. The military did a lot to me physically. It made me leaner, stronger, -and in Beaus mind- sexier. My six pack is more noticeable, I have bigger arms and a little larger chest. Beau was going bananas over me. He brought me back to his place, we burst through the door kissing wildly and romantically.

He was so quick to get my shirt off, he wrestled me to the bed, my dick was harder than stainless steel. He unzipped my pants and started to sick my cock off. My dick was already going to explode, but I didn't want it to. I wanted it to last. I moaned as my cock was getting the treatment it needed. Beau, still sucking me. Was hard at work, like a kid with a lolly pop. "Beau, your so good... " I said ready to burst my throat down his throat. Within seconds my, load shoots out like water from a garden hose. It was the biggest load I ever expelled. Before I had time to relax, Beau had already lubed up his asshole and was riding my hardened beef.

He continued to ride me until my dick hurt. His ass was soo tight. 5 mins pass when I shoot seven loads up his chute. "welcome home cam" Beau said sounding exhausted. "i love you so much Beau" I said. " I love you more than you know" beau replied.