In the Line of Fire

11:50 Mark_Christopher: I stand up and put my hand out. “Nice to meet you Sergeant Rock,” I smile broadly looking a lot better than the last time we’d met. “You can call me Mark. Probably we have a lot to talk about.” I smile. Round 2 will probably end very differently.

23:08 MarineMuscle21: "You can call me Mat," I say, all professionalism. Guess round two is on, then. Part of me can't *believe* my luck in having this stud renter my life...part of me is wondering how much of a total pain in the ass you're gonna be on an ongoing basis… and another part of me wonders if my CO realizes we already know one another... after all, in could hardly ID you by name in my report, seeing as I didn't know it. I grip your extended hand to shake, and CRUSH my grip down, continuing to smile professionally and trying hard not to let it become a shit-eating grin...

06:28 Mark_Christopher: I don't wince as my hand is crushed as I tighten my own grip hard, continuing to look you straight in the eyes. "Nice to meet you, Mat." The CO continued unaware of what was going on. "We will have a full briefing at 0700 in the morning, that'll give you time to get to know each other." I smile slightly as I look at you. "That's probably a good idea. Don't like doing missions with people I don't personally know."

08:47 MarineMuscle21: Damn.. not even a flicker. And my grip ain't weak; I hold the Armed Forces and World deadlift record for my weight class... that takes hellacious grip. I'm annoyed with myself by how much I like this guy. I release your hand. "Lemme show you around." I turn, and lead you out of the tent. As soon as we're outside, I turn to you. "Gym's this way." I don't turn around to see if you're following..

11:24 Mark_Christopher: I follow behind. "Looks like you got back safely. Can't say I'm disappointed." I smile broadly. "DId your nuts recover okay, Mat?" I deliberately don't ask about what happened to his mission, that was his operation to deal with, not my business or place to ask. Secrets are secrets.

11:34 MarineMuscle21: Fucker. "Yup, my boys are good to go." Left turn, down the row, past the muster. The post "gym" is a couple squat racks with pullup bars, one with rings high enough to work muscle ups, some kettkebells, and some oly bars and shitload of bumper plates. It's like a crossfit box, without the box. It's all just out in the open. There's also a sizeable set of mats, but because there are sometimes more guys wanting to train than space, there's also a sandpit. There are always a few guys working out, and now is no exception... a few shirtless, ripped leathernecks are doing their thing... one dude is in the middle of driving up what's probably a one rep max test, judging by how impressively the bar is loaded. "NNNNGGGG!" HE grinds it out, racks the bar. "Gunny," he gasps as I pass, and I offer fist bump. "Ooh-rah!"

11:50 Mark_Christopher: "It's true... Marines can only speak in grunts," I smirk as I head over with you. "But I'll give you something, you boys are well ripped, the SAS prefers to look less like that... endurance rather than muscle. But each to their own... takes all sorts to run an army. Brought me to the gym, want me to beat you up in front of your men, because I'm always up for that. As long as they don't intend to jump in," I look around at them. "I mean... four or five on one is fine, but I may struggle with six of you." I smile broadly. But I do serious up for a second. "Sorry about your balls mate... I'll admit... was worried you were going to beat me for a minute."

11:58 MarineMuscle21: "Naw, it's fine, Jeeves. You gotta use what you have, right?" I smile back, give you a friendly slap on the back. "When you don't actually have the skills to fight, go for the balls. I mean, it makes sense... SAS only has British guys to recruit to recruit from, they have to plan their combatives training accordingly." The mat is busy with two pairs of leathernecks doing grappling drills, but the sandpit is free. "So, round 2?"

12:05 Mark_Christopher: I take my jacket off and throw it to the sand next to the pit, this time it's got British insignia on and actually looking much more like a soldier than last time. "Round 2..." I nod. "But a fight isn't worth anything without something to win for... normally it's survival, but I doubt either of us are trying to kill each other, like last time. Loser pays for the drinks AND has to drink in the other country's mess... so if I win... you buy, and you're giving the money to the good old UK." I smile broadly and put my hand out . "Good to see you again."

12:23 MarineMuscle21: I grip your hand, and my face breaks into a goofy, beaming, genuine grin. "You too, man. It's real good to see you again." I release your hand, pull my regs t-shirt up over my head, revealing the hard muscled body beneath. "And, you're on." I unlace my boot, pull 'em off, socks to follow, finally I pull my bdu pants off. I'm standing there barefoot in my silkies, cocky... "What? It's hot as Satan's balls out here." I stroll lazily into the sandpit, begin warming up. In my fantasy, you're checking out my muscled ass.

12:33 Mark_Christopher: I actually am which means I’m actually a bit hard inside my boxers which I don’t want to announce especially to a load of yanks. So I take my shirt off and my boots and socks but I leave my trousers on as I walk into the sand pit. “Yeah well hopefully where we get told to go will be a lot cooler. And maybe if undercover a nice comfy hotel for a fucking change.Something with a warm shower, large bed and a mini bar. That’s be fucking amazing. Bring it on, yank.”

13:00 MarineMuscle21: The grin returns to my face as I square up, bouncing, light on my feet... I've got my guard up, minding my footwork... "Consider..." I move into range warily... "...it..." suddenly I'm closing, feint a right cross, "... brought!" use the momentum to whip a left middle roundhouse kick squarely at your obliques, powered by my big 26" quads, driving my shin through like I'm aiming to cut you in half.

13:39 Mark_Christopher: I allow the punch to hit me so I can grab your leg and twist my own body in the same direction as the kick so the blow glances as I can step into you as you over extend. You’re more muscular than me but I’m slightly faster. The kick does wind me slightly but I put one of my legs in front of your post leg and I put my weight behind pressing you more off balance.

14:04 MarineMuscle21: My dick gets hard as I see the fucking champ way you take my kick... I've knocked men flat with that. I will never, ever, ever say it your face but the SAS forges some tough motherfuckers. As you catch my kick and push forward into a trip, there's nothing I can do. Physics is physics, and I'm dumped onto my ass in the sand. I scrabble for a technical stand up, trying to keep my guard up.

14:07 Mark_Christopher: I jump after you immediately trying to keep you on the ground but you’re too fast for that and in the end I also have to scramble to get back to my feet and returning to circling one another. I shake my arm slightly to get rid of the lingering effects of the kick. But since you’ve taken your trousers off I am slightly distracted by the hard on I can see in your underwear. That was unexpected and only gets me harder.

14:25 MarineMuscle21: Fuck, but this dickhead is good... I was hoping you'd follow me in, and I could take this fight to the ground... partly, to press our sweat-slick hard bodies together, but mostly because I'm a better grappler than a striker and, judging from our brief previous encounter, I'm probably a better grappler than you. Maybe. But here we are, circling again... just outside striking range... I watch you like the dangerous beast you are... and your eyes flick down to my crotch. Lock on to the thick 9" Marine meat flopping hard and proud in my sweat-drenched shorts. HOLY. SHIT. In a small corner of my mind there is a happy voice singing a song of happiness. The rest of my brain, in competition mode, exploits your distraction and I SPEAR a double leg takedown, driving you into the sand, deliberately landing in top half guard, so our crotches are pressed together. yt

14:35 Mark_Christopher: “FUCKER!” I slam into the ground hard and my back hits the ground. I keep one arm extended so I can’t be pinned down and start slamming it into your side as I look at you and feel your hard marine cock. It doesn’t stop me hitting you as my own solid SAS cock and balls meet yours. Seems like we are equally matched in that department as well as I slam my fist into your side again.

14:43 MarineMuscle21: I'm trying to decide what to tie you up with with, when it's my turn to be distracted by what I can feel you packing... and then suddenly I'm getting kicked in the ribs by a fuckin' mule. Except it's not a mule, it's your goddamned fist. Fuck, but this Brit can hit. I grit my teeth and grin at you savagely; no fuckin' way I'm gonna let you know how much that hurts. As your next shot comes in I wrap my arm on that side under yours, behind your elbow, trapping your arm against my side, not entirely unlike how you caught my kick a few seconds (Jesus, seconds? it feels like minutes) ago. With your arm under control, I lean my weight to that side, and step through from between your legs... I'm straddling your chest now and I posture up, leveraging against your trapped arm, turning my grip into a quick and dirty armbar.

15:17 Mark_Christopher: I wince in pain but there’s no way I’m giving up against this now. Not surrounded by Americans like this. My cock is very hard though, almost painfully trapped inside my army issue boxer shorts and my camo uniform trousers. I can feel your Marine meat and frankly am rather distracted wanting to see it naked and preferably on the end of my own cock. I lock my leg around yours, acting like I’m going to use that for leverage to turn both of us over so I’m on the top, but instead I use that as a distraction to take your attention away from my head butt that slams into your nose.

15:29 MarineMuscle21: I feel your leg come around, trying to scoop my ankle... I drop my posture, to deny you leverage ... CRACK ... "FUCK!" I feel the rush of blood, taste it... oh, it IS ON NOW, limey... that's TWICE this bastard has crunched my nose... I mean, ok, the first time I let him, but seriously... what a fucking liberty! I lose my grip on your arm, decide it's time to make some space... as I shift my weight to stand up, though, I take a heartbeat to even the score. "Your turn, mate." I pound a fist square into your nose, stand up and move back... blood is running down my sweat slick pecs.... I hear a whoop, and see in my periphery that we've gained an audience... ten or more rowdy Marines hollerin' and making side bets...

15:40 Mark_Christopher: I slowly get to my feet as I spit the blood that dripped from my nose into my mouth and I look over. “We all have our weak spots. Yours are your nose. And your balls.” I’m winded though. More than I’m letting on as I get to my feet. Not many people get this far with me. I’m used to ending a fight quickly. The SAS are well trained, good fighters, tenacious and used to being behind enemy lines whereas the Marines are used to the hand to hand fighting and their training reflects that. I wipe my nose again and charge straight at you, and bring my knee up as if I’m going for your balls, as if I’m following up on what I said about your nose and balls, but that was never the plan instead as you’re going to protect your marine bull balls I wrap my arms around you for a takedown. Throwing us both back down to ground. This time with me on top.

16:02 MarineMuscle21: "That's funny, your mom didn't think my balls were - ooof..." I can't finish my jeer because your hard Brit muscle slam tackles my beefy Marine ass, and we're back in the sand, this time, you're on top, my legs around you in full guard position. I sit up on you hard and drape my left arm over your neck, my right hand reaching under your chin, securing a guillotine choke. My legs crush in on you, trying to hold you in place. My head is tucked in close, you can feel my hot breath on your neck. "Nice dick, mate," I whisper, though it's more of a quiet grunt because my abs and legs are flexing hard to control you... "feels almost as meaty as mine."

16:15 Mark_Christopher: I wince, unable to move from the position as I whisper to you. “Mine’s bigger,” I say as your arm is across my throat. “I’ll show you later.” I say quietly. I try to punch your side again, but being so well controlled it doesn’t have the weight behind it and it’s a couple of seconds more before I tap you on the side. “Fuck you yank. You win this round.” Ultimately the difference between me and Rock was the fact that I’m not as good on the ground. And this time I didn’t want to fight dirty. Not like last time which had been life and death.

16:28 MarineMuscle21: At your tap, I release you and fall back into the sand. My chest is heaving; I'm not spent, not by any stretch... but tangling with the Queen's own stud is hard fucking work. Our little crowd erupts in cheers. And some jeers, but they're good natured. I can hear some swearing see money change hands... a frown passes over my face as I wonder who bet against me. Then, I'm rolling back over my shoulder, to disentangle myself from you and come to my feet. My dick is proudly at attention and it's obvious in my shorts; some of the men cut loose with approving whoops and "ooh-rah"s at the sight of it. As I offer you a hand up, a few of the men close in, clapping you on the shoulder and offering you congrats on a well fought tough match.

16:36 Mark_Christopher: I smile and pat them on the back as well. “Yeah well I went easy. Wouldn’t want you lot to start beating on me for beating the life out of him,” but it’s obvious I’m joking as I laugh and walk over to you and shake your hand. I’m winded but not exhausted. “You’re a good grappler. Next time we box and I’ll get my own back. Since I’ll have to buy you drinks in your mess tonight,” I say clapping you on your back. “Can I get cleaned up. Maybe near your bunk, yank.”

18:59 MarineMuscle21: "Yeah, this way, buddy." Sweat soaked, bloodied, covered in sand, by big dick swollen hard and in danger of popping outta my shorts, I drape an arm around your bare shoulders and pull you along. Fuck, you feel good Solid. I get fist bumps from some of the guys in passing. As we walk away, behind us, some of the guys wolf whistle. One of 'em shouts, "don't ride Gunny too hard, Nigel, we need him fresh tomorrow!"

05:35 Mark_Christopher: I follow along, grabbing my boots and my shirt as I do so. "Nigel is a new one..." I say smiling as they headed across to the bunk area and I went inside the tent that I was directed to. "You should see our area, we have far more comfortable tents... we like our home comforts." I drop my boots on the floor and look at you. "You always get hard like that when fighting do you?"

06:55 MarineMuscle21: "Nope. Usually I'm too busy staying alive." I toss my gear into a hamper, set my boots under a bunk. "And usually, the guys I'm fighting aren't so, uh... stimulating." I turn to stand right in front of you, just inside your personal space. "You don't have to be shy, Jeeves; nobody here cares. The men all know I'm queer. I could tell you were trying to stay clandestine. Relax, don't be so fucking British." I reach for my toiletry kit on a shell behind you, my left arm stretching past your head, leaning in so our bodies press together, chest to chest.

08:09 Mark_Christopher: I grab your package roughly as I look at you. "I am British.. means I fuck harder than any Yank.. that's all." But I smile as I say that. "So those balls I was destroying the other day… Are they as big as I was feeling when I was punching them. I open the belt of my trousers and the button at the top but only lower them a small amount, waiting for you to make a move on them.

09:09 MarineMuscle21: Guess the shower can wait then. Cool cool. "Hah... everything is a contest with you, ain't it?" I grip under your ass cheeks, dip my hips down a bit and drive upward like I'm doing a heavy clean and hoist you up, your thick chest in my face. I turn and dump you onto my bunk. I grin. "I knew I'd like you." I finish undoing your trousers, grip the waistband and yank them down, taking your shorts with 'em. I growl at the sight of you, fully revealed.

09:29 Mark_Christopher: "Well if we're on an op together, it's good to get to know each other." My nine inch British cock is thick there. "Want to see what else the SAS are better than the Yanks at," I smirk and sit up and kiss you roughly. Apparently most things I do are rough if that's anything to go by. I lean over and grab your balls, but nowhere near as rough as the other day. "I know your weak spot remember."

09:51 MarineMuscle21: As you sit up to kiss me, I grab the back of your head and meet you head on... even fucking kissing you is a rough challenge, a dare, and I do my best to double dare you. "Not ba-" my breath catches as your strong hand grabs my nuts, and my dick jumps, hard, practically flexing to attention. "Fuuuuck..." I lean in and close my grip around your own big balls. "Weak spot, huh?" My voice is somehow a blend of cocky grin and animal growl. I start to squeeze, raising an eyebrow at you, and then sloooooooowly ramping up the pressure...

10:07 Mark_Christopher: I grunt as I keep hold of your balls and tighten as well. "Fuck you...." There is no way I'm going to lose this competition like I lost the fight as I hold on tighter. "Your balls are like a fucking bulls. Just means they're bigger to hold on to." I put my head back a bit as I take my other hand and put it around your cock. "Are all Marine's as ... big ... as you," I wince as my balls are squeezed and instead start rubbing my hand up that large marine shaft.

10:12 MarineMuscle21: "Hnnnggg..." ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.... it's like there isn't enough bandwidth for both pleasure and pain and when you start jacking my thick Marine meat I start having some kind of system crash... at your first stroke it flexes and pumps. It's just precum, but at first it looks like I shot. It keeps flowing. "Not... many..." I growl out, upping the pressure. Holy shit, your balls are big. Your hands are strong. I reach out and start stroking your big British beef.

10:22 Mark_Christopher: I grunt and stroke harder as you start to stroke my hard cock. "You're going to shoot before me... I heard Americans were all like that..." My balls are in pain now, but I'm not giving in on that as I grunt... "HHHhhrhhhggg..." My cock is hard and flexing as you stroke it, right now I want to be having sex, but I'm not giving in on the balls as I squeeze harder. "You going to submit... sub... fuck... fuck... " as you squeeze harder. "Fuck me... my fucking balls you cunt..."

10:26 MarineMuscle21: "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" I'm gasping, panting shallow breaths... I feel your grip increasing, holy shit... I'm squeezing harder, but you're not quitting.... I am NOT gonna let this SAS motherfucker prove he has tougher balls, fuck.... OH GOD. MY BALLS… "OK! OK, FUCK!" I curl up on myself a bit as I ease up on your balls. "FUCK!"

10:29 Mark_Christopher: My balls feel like they were close to being destroyed as you ease up and I lean over and kiss you roughly. "Told you.. that's... your weak spot," I pant as I now have more energy to roughly stroke your cock harder.
"Now you're going to cum first as well... " I smile. "Unless you want to bet on it."

10:36 MarineMuscle21: I grab you around the waist, pull you up into me... I'm guessing your strength-to-weight ratio is as stupidly strong as my own, and I'm pretty excited to be playing with a stud when we can toss one another around handily. "I'll show you weak, bro." I grip under your hips and yank your pelvis up, so your upper back is on the mattress, your crotch right in my face. "I'll take any bet with you, bro. Anytime. Is everybody in the SAS as smug as you?" I suck your balls into my mouth and start grubbing and slurping on them noisily... one hand gets busy jacking your big dick and the other holds you in place.

11:55 Mark_Christopher: “Urrrrggg...” I say as my head hit the bunk as my cock is stroked and my balls are sucked at the same time. Fuck. I try to move my legs to get some leverage as I grab your cock harder. “Not going to fuck fuck fuckin cum first. I never fucking cum first..” I tighten my legs around you and turn my hips at the same time, so even though it doesn't necessarily move my balls from your mouth, I'm more on top now and I can control things a bit better, and I like being in control.

11:57 MarineMuscle21: You muscle me over, and now I"m on my back, schoolboy pinned by this rugged warrior, a mouthful of his monster balls... I somehow manage to grin around my hot mouthful, and I know my eyes are broadcasting "Challenge accepted!" 5 x 5. We'll see who comes first. I work your balls with gusto.

12:20 Mark_Christopher: In a way this position is actually harder for me to work my cock, something I hadn't taken into consideration when I was turning you over, but I grab your meat hard. "If you cum first, you know I'm going to fuck you... show you who... Fuck... Fuck.. show you... who the boss is..." I can't get your balls in my mouth in this position which makes it harder but I can massage them, running my finger to the base of your shaft.

12:25 MarineMuscle21: My cock is THROBBING... I 'm bucking up as you massage my balls... it's nice, but not the same as a mouth. My eyes grin, I give you a thumbs up, then point to your cock, make a little explosion gesture, then point to your ass and nod, your balls getting worked by my mouth the whole time. I'm gonna milk this cocky motherfucker and put him on the end of my dick. My balls throb and a shudder runs through me. FUCK. Or maybe I'll cum first. I work your balls harder, rougher. Fuck it, you're tough.

12:29 Mark_Christopher: I groan and for a second think I'm going to cum but I slam my fist down onto the bunk taking my hand off your balls for a second to try and control myself, but it's really hard, you've got the upper hand in positioning through my own stupidity. I continue working on your shaft though as I try and pull my cock and balls away from you, wanting to pull away so that I don't cum quickly or first.

12:32 MarineMuscle21: You punch the bed. Oh yeah... I got you where I want you, Jeeves. Your hand gets on my dick and I feel my balls pulling up... JESUS, this guy's hot… I feel you try to pull away... oh, no you fucking don't! I suck your balls in, practically swallowing them... you're gonna have to fight for for 'em, bro...

12:45 Mark_Christopher: I groan as I start to get closer again. "Let me fucking go.... not going to fucking cum first without a fucking fight." I let off your cock for a second and squeeze my legs tighter around your stomach. "Let me fucking go you Jarhead..." as I tighten my legs around you I start punishing your balls again, squeezing them tightly. "Not going to fucking cum first... fucking no... fuck... let me fucking balls go!" as I squeeze even harder.

12:49 MarineMuscle21: "Uunnnggg..... " I feel your squeeze, flex up against it. I know you can't miss how my dick throbs and pumps precum at feeling your strength. I feel you work my balls and growl around my mouthful of your balls... I flex my abs, bring my legs up to trap your head, and grip your ass cheeks, finger sinking in... I SUCK your balls in, crushing your groin against my face, and dig deep to try to endure your grip on my balls... my cock is spasming...

13:40 Mark_Christopher: I can feel myself starting to drip pre cum over your face as I’m getting close. “Fuuuuck” I know I’m getting close to losing now and I start to pump your cock as I squeeze your balls tightening my legs as hard as I can. I slam a fist into your balls trying to get you to release the grip. “No. I’m going to cum. Fucking. No. Fucking NO!” I shout as my balls are being pleasured far too much.

14:05 MarineMuscle21: I buck up into you ... feel the crush of your legs.. .your strength is fucking intoxicating.NotgonnacumnotgonnacumFUCKME... you punch my balls but I'm so stimulated it's at least as much pleasure as pain... I GROWL, deep in my throat... my grip CLAMPS around your monster meat and I start jacking you roughly, powerstroking you, my mouth working your balls savagely, practically snacking on them... JESUS CHRIST I'm so close...

14:41 Mark_Christopher: “Fucking no. Fucking stop it you fucking bastard. No one has ever made. Fuck fuck. Made me. Fuck I’m going to cum. Ducking No!” But despite slamming my fists into your balls I can’t stop myself as I’m right on the edge. “Fucking cum you fucking yank!” But I think it’s nearly hopeless as I can feel the seed rising from my balls.

14:45 MarineMuscle21: I AM SO FUCKING TURNED ON... your words, your determination... Jesus, there's no quit in you. You have got the be the hottest motherfucker I've ever tumbled into the sack with. Your fist is pounding my balls and my dick is THROBBING... you're going to fucking punch the cum outta me... I'm mewling and whining and grunting as I work your balls, jack your big cock... I'm bucking and thrashing so hard... the bunk is bouncing across the floor and I think we've bent the frame... I feel your balls PULSING in my mouth....

15:04 Mark_Christopher: I can’t help it any more. I’m so turned on as well. I hardly ever cum without my dick being inside someone or I’m jerking myself off but I start to spray your face with cum as my British army meat can’t take it any more and I grunt. “Fuck FUUUCK ... uuughhhhh,” as a two day load starts to spray across you. I try to continue punishing your balls but I’m exhausted from the struggle. “Fuck. No .”

15:13 MarineMuscle21: FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK... I'm desperate, I'm desperate to cum... in the twisted mess of lust and respect my headspace has become, I'm aching to win this because I NEED to prove to this perfect specimen of soldier manhood that I'm worthy of his respect... I'm mewling against your balls like an idiot.... trying to hold my load, FUCK GOTTA HOLD MY LOAD… I'll have a wank as readily as the next guy, but I can't remember ever getting as worked up as I am now... well, ever, and not even close without having my dick buried in a stud. Very, very occasionally, having a dick buried in me. But just getting jacked off and punched in the balls? What the fuck is even going on with you, Sgt. Rock? I feel your balls THROB in my mouth, JESUS… Your load sprays my face, the bunk, the tent wall at the same time mine coats your back, some of it shooting over your shoulder... you're in the zone, punching my balls... more thick blasts of ropey cum pounded out of 'em... the tent just might float away on the cum flood we're producing. I'm bucked up so high I'm holding us both off the bunk, just my shoulders and feet touching.... my balls are rocking aftershocks, still taking your punches. "Fuck. No." I hear you say, the tension leaving your body as it leaves mine... I slump back down.... I let your balls pop out of my mouth and I'm gasping ragged breaths. "Oh... fu... fuck... fuck... fuck.."

15:28 Mark_Christopher: I drop down on top of you, my muscular body still quivering and shooting out streams of white liquid. "This is why you don't shower straight away... otherwise you just have to do it again." I fall back onto your bunk covering your army green sheets with your own cum from my back. "Fuck my balls are in fucking pain," I say. "Fucking amazing."

15:36 MarineMuscle21: I laugh, a full-throated, exhausted belly laugh. "Oh, Mark... fuck me, man. And ya will, later. Imma fuck you, too, FYI. I think we both lost. Or won. I don't fucking know, but I'm too tired to bone now." I look around the bunk space... "Jesus, we wrecked this place, bro. I think we got some cum on Reed's bunk. I should probably ask him if he minds switching... I feel like if we're gonna be a field ops team we may as well share a bunk." There's absolutely no logic there, of course, but I want you close. "Oh, shit..." The aches start to set in. "YOUR balls are in pain? Try having 'em punched relentlessly for three solid minutes. Fuck, you NEVER get to call my balls weak again, bro." I sigh. "Yeah, it was pretty fucking amazing." From outside the tent comes a deep voice. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, are you finally done in there?! Rock, if you really got cum on my bunk you and your new posh pal are fucking SLEEPING OUTSIDE, asshole."

16:34 Mark_Christopher: “It’s fucking warm outside, you call that a punishment!” I call outside. “AND IT'S FUCKING COVERED IN IT!” I smile as I roll over and stand up. “I’ve got to go back to my bunk to get a shower. I’ll see you tomorrow Yank, you arrange the bunk arrangements. I’ll move over tomorrow”.

Published: 2020-01-22, viewed 95 times.