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After getting discharged from the Army, I set out to begin my civilian life. I found a job and was staying with a college friend, splitting the rent until I got a place of my own.After a couple of months, I happily moved from my friend’s apartment for several reasons – one, he was a slob, and two, the privacy. I began my apartment move on Saturday morning. While I was unloading my stuff, one of my soon-to-be-new neighbors offered to help.His name was Gary. He was an accountant and worked for an oil company downtown. With his help, I was moved-in in no time probably because I didn’t have many possessions to deal with at that time in my life.I had purchased some beer to christen the place. Gary was more than happy to drink a couple of brews as we chatted about our jobs and living in the big city. After finishing his second beer, he left saying, “Welcome to the complex. Hope we can get together sometime.””Yeah, sure thing. Thanks again for the help,” I replied.As the weeks went by, I settled into my one-bedroom place with two sets of big windows – one looked onto the courtyard, the other viewed the pool. I would run into Gary around the complex at various places – the mailboxes, around the pool, or maybe even in the parking lot. We always exchanged a few pleasantries. As we parted, he would always say, “Come on over for a beer sometime.”Money was tight and to make some extra dollars, I joined the National Guard. I got to keep my old rank, E5, and this airborne battalion had a radar section, where I would be section chief. Unfortunately, they didn’t have a radar yet, so I became the Commanding Officer’s, CO’s, driver. There was another guy in my section, Chuck, so he was assigned as the Executive Officer’s, XO’s, driver. All we had to do was wait on these guys and drive the jeep up to their butts. It was a cush job for this otele gelen escort unit.I dated some of the girls in the complex or would pick up one at a local watering hole, but it wasn’t an every weekend thing. One Friday evening about five, Gary saw me arriving home from work. He must’ve decided to make good on his comment and asked if I wanted a beer. I didn’t have anything going on so I said, “Yes.”After a couple beers, he said, “I was planning to go see this new movie. Do you want to go?”We ended up seeing the movie “Deliverance”. Spoiler Alert: For those of you not familiar with the movie, it featured Burt Reynolds and several other male actors on a fishing trip down a Georgia river. The movie’s climax, besides the dueling banjos scene, was when several hillbillies force the men at gunpoint to have sex.After the movie, we went back to his place, which was just two doors down from my apartment, for a couple more drinks. Three stiff rum and cokes later, I told him I needed to go. He surprised me by saying, “I hoped you would stay and fuck me.”That totally took me by surprise and I stammered, “Ugh, no thanks, not this time. I better go.”I couldn’t believe that I answered that way. “Not this time” what was I thinking. I chalked it up to my upbringing and always being “polite.” I was still cordial with him and he asked me over several times for drinks. I went but nothing happened.He was fairly regular in asking me over for drinks usually once every couple of weeks. One Friday night, he asked again and being neighborly said, “OK.”We watched some TV, but he didn’t offer me a drink. I thought was unusual, but then he said, “I have some marijuana. Do you want to smoke a joint?”I hadn’t had any weed since the Army. It had been a bitch of a week at work, which balgat escort solicited this reply, “Fuck it. Why not?”We rolled a couple of joints and I began telling him about my crazy week. After finishing that joint, I wasn’t feeling anything, so we rolled another. Since I hadn’t smoked in a while, it took three joints before I was feeling it. We smoked another one for good measure. That’s when it really kicked in. I was totally fucked up.Gary tossed the newest edition of Playboy on my lap, saying, “Let’s check out this month’s girls.”The girls were hot, but there was this article that caught my attention, not that I read all of it, concerning orgies. I said, “I’d like to have the opportunity to be in an orgy. I could call Zoey and Susie. They live across from the pool.””It’s probably too late to call them, ” Gary replied. Glancing at the clock, it was nearing midnight.He blurted out, “We could have a two-man orgy.”Pretending I didn’t hear it, I continued torturing myself by looking at those lovely, glossy female images.He sat next to me and pointed out how great this girl’s tits were, saying, “Wouldn’t you like to suck those?”My mind immediately flashed back to the times I’d sucked Maria’s tits. I squirmed around a bit trying to give my cock more room in my jeans. Seeing this, once again he said, “I think a two-man orgy is just what we need.”He was right. My cock had taken total control. With images of Maria sucking my cock dancing through my warped consciousness, I was too wasted and horny to fight its desires.I blurted out, “I’m willing.”With a tone of disbelief, “What?” and I again said, “I’m willing.” He needed no more encouragement and began to feel my cock through my jeans. My head felt like it weighed a ton and plopped backward resting on the sofa’s elvankent escort padding. He rubbed my cloth-covered cock just like Maria had done. His fingers fumbled with my belt and then my zipper. His hand slipped into my underwear. He let out an auditable moan when he touched me. He knew instinctively that I was committed to whatever was going to happen.Gary then stood up and stripped all his clothes off, and being a good guest, so did I. He took my hand and placed it on his seven-inch, thick cock. It was so fat that I could barely get my hand around it. Volumetrically, his was bigger than my six-and-a-half-incher.I began to stroke and rub it as he had done with me. We were slowly stroking each other’s cocks with the same rhythm. After a couple of minutes, he suggested that we go to his bedroom. He led and I had to follow because he was holding my cock.I lay on the bed while he teasingly stroked my cock. His cock was at attention looking like a good soldier. He straddled my leg and began thrusting on my thigh, slowly at first, then his pace quickened and he was humping my leg like a dog in heat.He moaned loudly and shot several strands of cum up to my waist. It was warm and dribbled off the side of my leg as his hard cock smeared it over my quad. I looked down at it. It glistened, coated with cum.He had a towel at the ready. I guess he had done this before and wiped his cum off my leg then began jacking me off. I came like Krakatoa shooting an eruption of cum several feet into the air. He must’ve been impressed because I heard him utter, “Ooooo, very nice.”Apparently, after I came, I also came to my senses. I jump off the bed and hurriedly got dressed saying, “I have to go.”When I got to the door, he pushed his hand into my pants and began playing with my cock. I insisted that I had to go, but he persisted. “Please stay and let me suck you.” Again I said, “I really need to go.” Although, my mind flashed back to Maria and the wonders of her tongue. “Stay and let me suck you. You can leave after you cum in my mouth.” Being very adamant, I said, “I really need to go!” He continued playing with my cock, which like most cocks had its own idea, and was hard again.
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