Military Man Meat – Stiff-Dicked Exercise
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In the first story for the Military Man Meat theme we join a couple of horny men out on exercise, taking the opportunity away from the barracks to enjoy a good jack off in the woods.
Excerpt from Military Man Meat – Stiff-Dicked Exercise
A puff of smoke enveloped my face, making my eyes water a little. Jackson reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock again, continuing to pump his length in his fist.
For five minutes we stood there, eyes down, working our cocks, discreetly checking in on each other. It wasn’t mentioned, but we both knew we were looking, comparing, seeing how the other worked their meat. I knew it when I started rubbing my helmet and Jackson followed, copying my gesture and massaging his precum into his spongy helmet.
It was all pretty normal, just a couple of guys talking occasionally but focusing on our own pleasure, massaging our manhood side-by-side while the sun started to descend over the mountains in the distance.
“I once got an awesome hand job from a girl back home” Jackson said, out of the blue. “Most girls are shit at it but she was fucking amazing”
“Yeah?” I asked, eager for any kind of verbal stimulation. The jumble of pussy running through my head and the fantasies I was suddenly having thinking about me and Jackson teaming up to pound my girl were keeping my dick rigid and dripping but I was hungry for something more.
“Damn she was good” he continued, his fist easing along his thick tool and milking out some more clear juice to smear over his tip. “She was a religious girl, real innocent type. She wouldn’t blow me or let me fuck her, but she’d jack me off and let me finger her”
“Yeah?” I repeated, quietly, the need to hear more clearly audible in my tone. I reached into my pants and lifted out my nuts, their fat round shapes in their loose sack already starting to pull up a little more. I could feel the very first twitches of climax approaching but I had a ways to go yet.
“Fuck she was so hot” Jackson insisted “she used to grab my fuckin’ cock with one hand and play with my head between her fingers, used to drive me fuckin’ wild!” he chuckled “like this”
I stared at his dick, imagining her hands toying with it, working his fat bell end. He made his meat bulge, the veins along it swelling, his helmet fatter than it had been while he licked his free fingers and started rubbing it.