A Standalone Story
Lieutenant Latrell Jones spread his legs knowing that the full view of his stunning penis would captivate his crewmate. And it did. Crewman Howie Stephens was mesmerized watching the impressive appendage between the lieutenant's legs come to live.
Slowly the mighty cock uncoiled from its flaccid state and raising its tucked head until it stood up proudly staring at the young crewman. Veins floated to the surface as the foreskin retracted displaying the plump head underneath it.
“My god that's quite a cock you have,” said Howie without taking his eyes off the pulsating meat that continued to lengthen. This was the Crew Contact session that he had been looking forward to the whole week. And his mouth watered as images of how he was going to worship Latrell's cock for the next two hours played out in his mind.
Howie looked at Latrell who was beaming from ear to ear and chuckled nervously. As he stripped off his uniform, Howie had kept his hands over his own penis. Even when he hopped into bed with Latrell, he tried to pull the sheets over his lower body.
“Let me see you,” said Latrell pulling off the sheets and pushing the crewman's hand away. “You know, I have been looking forward to this session too.”
Howie blushed when Latrell moved closer to look at his penis. He wasn't used to such a close inspection and he felt really uncomfortable. Throughout his life, Howie had marveled at big cocks. He knew it was primitive of him to be so hooked on size but he couldn't help it. His fixation, however, had also led him to be bashful of his own measurements. Howie didn't have the length that he considered adequate. Even in its erect state his penis barely reached five inches. Yes he had the girth but that wasn't enough, not for Howie. When it came to sex, Howie had mastered the ability to hide his penis from full view. His tactic was to distract attention by being very good with his mouth. His was determined that his role in sex was giving pleasure rather than receiving it. Often he would polish himself off after his bedmates had left.
“You have a beautiful piece too, you know that right?” said Latrell looking up at Howie.
“Come on, just let me suck you,” said Howie flinching and trying to move away.
“All in good time Howie,” Latrell smiled and lifted Howie's hardon with his fingers. “Do you know how delicious your cock looks?”
“Do you have some sort of weird fetish Latrell?” asked Howie looking a little hurt.
“No more than yours with big cocks.”
Latrell licked the thick foreskin and watched Howie's meat inflate. “Beautiful,” smiled Latrell. “Like a ripe fruit.” He opened his mouth and took the entire organ into his mouth; feeling the texture of the skin with his tongue. Howie moaned quietly and tried his best to banish his thoughts of inadequacy. When Latrell finally let go of the fat organ, it was slick with saliva and it glistened under the lights.
“You have been ashamed of this beautiful meat for too long Howie,” said Latrell. “Tonight I wanna give it the respect it deserves.”
Lieutenant Latrell Jones spread his legs knowing that the full view of his stunning penis would captivate his crewmate. And it did. Crewman Howie Stephens was mesmerized watching the impressive appendage between the lieutenant's legs come to live.
Slowly the mighty cock uncoiled from its flaccid state and raising its tucked head until it stood up proudly staring at the young crewman. Veins floated to the surface as the foreskin retracted displaying the plump head underneath it.
“My god that's quite a cock you have,” said Howie without taking his eyes off the pulsating meat that continued to lengthen. This was the Crew Contact session that he had been looking forward to the whole week. And his mouth watered as images of how he was going to worship Latrell's cock for the next two hours played out in his mind.
Howie looked at Latrell who was beaming from ear to ear and chuckled nervously. As he stripped off his uniform, Howie had kept his hands over his own penis. Even when he hopped into bed with Latrell, he tried to pull the sheets over his lower body.
“Let me see you,” said Latrell pulling off the sheets and pushing the crewman's hand away. “You know, I have been looking forward to this session too.”
Howie blushed when Latrell moved closer to look at his penis. He wasn't used to such a close inspection and he felt really uncomfortable. Throughout his life, Howie had marveled at big cocks. He knew it was primitive of him to be so hooked on size but he couldn't help it. His fixation, however, had also led him to be bashful of his own measurements. Howie didn't have the length that he considered adequate. Even in its erect state his penis barely reached five inches. Yes he had the girth but that wasn't enough, not for Howie. When it came to sex, Howie had mastered the ability to hide his penis from full view. His tactic was to distract attention by being very good with his mouth. His was determined that his role in sex was giving pleasure rather than receiving it. Often he would polish himself off after his bedmates had left.
“You have a beautiful piece too, you know that right?” said Latrell looking up at Howie.
“Come on, just let me suck you,” said Howie flinching and trying to move away.
“All in good time Howie,” Latrell smiled and lifted Howie's hardon with his fingers. “Do you know how delicious your cock looks?”
“Do you have some sort of weird fetish Latrell?” asked Howie looking a little hurt.
“No more than yours with big cocks.”
Latrell licked the thick foreskin and watched Howie's meat inflate. “Beautiful,” smiled Latrell. “Like a ripe fruit.” He opened his mouth and took the entire organ into his mouth; feeling the texture of the skin with his tongue. Howie moaned quietly and tried his best to banish his thoughts of inadequacy. When Latrell finally let go of the fat organ, it was slick with saliva and it glistened under the lights.
“You have been ashamed of this beautiful meat for too long Howie,” said Latrell. “Tonight I wanna give it the respect it deserves.”
Howie had never moaned and groaned so much in his life, and for the next few glorious hours he let Latrell suck on his cock whichever way he wanted. He was amazed how the lieutenant could, at times, fit both his cock and his balls into his mouth and still pleasure him with his tongue. He was surprised at how good it felt to let go of his inhibitions and let another man attend to his arousal. He even realized what a turn-on it was when Latrell playfully bit down on him.
After he had shot his load into the hungry mouth of the lieutenant, Howie returned the favor and honored Latrell's erection. And when the big and powerful cock was finally between his lips, Howie realized how much he liked the man attached to the meat too.
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