Raising My Legs
#19 of Bent Over Behind the Barracks
Weekend leave seems to have taken a typical turn for the two grunts from Fort Chipmunk. Jack reflects.
Another little quickie here, out of our favorite hunky canine couple! Sometimes you just feel the mood for it, huh?
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This scenario had become oddly familiar to me over the past few weeks that had had passed ever since that strange incident in the laundry barracks, but still, I couldn't help but wonder, even with my muzzle agape with barely contained grunts, on the fact that I had ended up where I was.
I laid on my back on dinghy, loud motel room bed, naked as the day I was born and grimaced with every extra deep thrust of that big damn fucking Dobie cock being shoved into my asshole. My legs were pulled straight up and the bottoms of my footpaws were practically pointing at the damp beige ceiling. Big, strong paws grabbed onto my knees and held onto my legs, and my ankles touched broad, sweaty shoulders that belonged to the big male kneeling on the foot of the bed, holding me and pumping his cock in and out of my ass at a slow, teeth-clattering pace.
Damn fucking shit-grinning Brock Stahlman, United States Army.
Sweat matted his chest and I knew mine wasn't much different, except that I also had the added slickness of my pre there, leaking out of my own boner that jumped and bumped against my own abs while Brock pounded into my exposed ass with all he got, and for once, he was taking his time with it.
He'd thrust slowly in, scowl, grunt, and maybe rumble a hot "fuck!" as he went in, sliding that pink, veined tool into my poor rump until that big fucking knot touched my spread over puckerhole, as if threatening to shove itself in. Brock stayed in mount for a couple of seconds while panting like a dog in heat, before that thick shaft slowly pulled backwards until only the blunt tip kissed my quivering tailhole. Then he'd give me that look again, and start coming back in until his balls dwelled against my rump, and I knew I got all of Brock inside me again.
I could do very little besides lying on my back and taking it like the motherfucking big ass grunt of a Dobie that I was. I tried not to moan like a bitch whenever Brock's huge cock punched that weird place inside me that convinced me that no matter how rough and nasty Brock sometimes was about it, getting cornholed was usually a great idea, even when you were the one with the hole. His cock churned inside me and did things to that odd place I couldn't name, and it kept my cock bouncing and pulsing pre over my abs where it pooled into a strange little puddle over my belly button. My cock was fully hard, knotted and perfect and locked 'n loaded, simply asking to be jerked off, sure, but Brock...Brock wouldn't have that.
"Uh huh, wuff, ain't your job," he'd chastised me, grabbing my wrists and pushing my paws high up, over my head so that they rested on either side of the pillow, and told me not to move them.
Once or twice he'd even taken his belt and tied them up there, but now he didn't even need to. I wasn't gonna start arguing with Brock over fucking. It was weird enough as it was, what we did during these weekend leaves. Everyone knew that every single private in Fort Chipmunk would aspire to spend their precious free hours drinking and fucking, but I had the distinct feeling that when the sergeants always told us to stay out of trouble while we were out of the base, this kind of trouble was included in their warning.
Brock's sweaty paws felt more firm over my knees as he began to hump his hips slightly faster, pounding against my ass and sliding himself deep into me, bringing another hot grunt. Brock licked his lips and let out a deep huff, watching down to me.
"Hot little grunt, wuff," the Dobie with my legs over his shoulders smirked, watching me with a look you were supposed to be giving to your girlfriend, not a sweaty-assed soldier on a stinking motel bed getting his ass rammed by the same leering shit-eating male.
That damn place inside me sent another spark of pleasure and made my cock jump, and my innards squeeze down on that thick Dobie cock rubbing through my back passage, and Brock must've felt it too, because he made a quick back and forth thrust, and kept himself inside me, breathing hard.
"Goddamnit, Griggs..."
The Dobie's paws squeezed firmly on my legs as he adjusted his grip and then continued the rocking sway of his hips, fucking into me at the same pace again, not sparing anything.
The bed creaked and its headboard smacked against the wall on occasion. I wondered idly whether there was anyone in the room behind the wall, and whether they could hear what was going on here. The last thing we'd want was the landlord of the place coming banging on the door and asking us to be more quiet here!
Brock didn't seem to mind. He just wanted to fuck, and he got me to fuck, and that's what he did. He bred my battered ass and made my balls itch and squirm while he kept me aroused but unable to touch myself or get any other kind of relief to my need. Maybe that's why he like doing it like this as of recent, I thought, me on my back and he looking down to me, or between his legs, to watch his cock sliding into me, while he pumped into me. At least when I was on my belly, my cock would be rubbing against the sheets and my belly whenever Brock humped my tail, and that felt pretty damn fantastic, too. Not quite as good as when Brock had actually licked my cock a bit, or the one time when he sat on it and rode it like a bronco, but it was something.
Another spark, another moan, and another squeeze.
Brock grunted again.
"Goddamn Griggs, how do you keep it so damn tight?" the Dobie panted, still spearing into my gun-oil-slickened hole at a hard, ball-slapping style.
I gave him an ugly look and flicked my ears sharply, and didn't answer by words. He saw as much, gave me a look, and bit one of my angles that was well within his muzzle's reach, and kept on humping me as if I was one of the girls he bragged about while anyone cared to listen to during lunch at the barracks.
I was slowly losing faith on the stories every time that same legendary bitch buster sunk into my own goddamn hairy man-ass and spewed a ton of cum in there.
"Goddamn nice wuff," Brock rumbled, as if in a way of compliment to the hole he savaged with his thrusts.
More sparks through my belly made me rumble again, and a fat glob of fluid pulsed out of my big dick onto my belly.
How'd this happened, anyway? I was a stud of a dog, meant for fucking and breeding girls and getting the best out of life, but here I was on my back and took a reaming from a panting, snarling grunt having his fun with me like some sort of a bitch.
"Damn..."
I shouldn't have been so easy, too, giving it up to Brock so easily without him needing to do much besides cornering me somewhere and telling me that it was exactly what I needed. Whatever I said in a way of resistance usually ended with me on my knees with Brock's cock sliding past my lips or having that same musky cock boring itself under my tail while I panted and took it biting my teeth.
I realized weeks ago that I can't say no to that Dobie. Not when it comes to this, no matter how queer it must be and against everything the pastor used to speak on Sundays.
It's so fucking hard to remember anything except the feel of Brock's muzzle on my own when I try to tell myself that I should tell the Dobie to fuck off and stop playing with me like some sort of a toy.
I felt a paw close around my cock and my eyes snapped to meet Brock's, looking at me over my sweaty, straining body, his hips still pounding against mine with an audible slap whenever they met.
His knot began to burn my hole at the same time his paw flew over my shaft, squeezing, massaging, milking me hard while he let not a single moment's pause for his constant humping motion.
"Fffffuck, Griggs..."
I knew that it all was turning my rear tunnel into a quivering sleeve that sucked him right into my body, teasing him further while he worked me up towards the inevitable splash of spunk and heated pleasure that was on my way right now, brought by Brock's cock and his paw, moving rapidly over my slippery meat.
When the knot slammed against my gates once more and thrust its way into me in a flash of heat and pain, I knew that I was not going to last for more than few seconds of the sensation of my body closing around that massive shaft fully lodged inside my tail tunnel.
"Ahhhhhwshit!" I grunted when the hot pulsing began, and my body tensed.
The paw was gone faster than I even realized and replaced by heat, incomprehensible heat that made me open the eyes I had already closed in preparation for the inevitable. As soon as my lids moved, my eyes widened.
Brock's head was down, his hips still rocking into me, his knot pounding into me and making me openly yield to his sexual will, but now he had his muzzle down and closed around my pulsing shaft, sucking on me hard. I had no idea he could do that while still imbedded in me, but that is what he did, sucking hard and noisily on my swollen shaft while the waves of pleasure exploded onto me.
"AWwwfuck!"
I bit my teeth and felt it all come out in a series of giant spurts of cum, my balls exploding into Brock's thirsty muzzle suckling on me rapidly, while my ass squeezed on his huge dick inside me and forced even more of my pent-up fluids out of me and into Brock's swallowing muzzle. I panted, lips agape and trying to comprehend the sensation and the reality of such a surprising act coming from Brock, taking care of me while his own huge cock pulsed and throbbed and slammed into me one more time.
Brock grunting and groaning around my dick made the feelings intensify even more, and I soon had to bite my knuckles to keep quiet and not to bark my lungs out while the Dobie sucked on me, all the time his own cock poured cum into my battered innards. The hot splashes came rapidly, the heat increased and my own cock kept pulsing between his lips, the tip spewing somewhere beyond his throat.
I didn't care. It just felt good, and I let it happen all the way, all the way until Brock's head suddenly rose and my cock flopped against my belly, spent, pulsing, and oozing still, a rock hard reminder of the heat we had just stared. He was panting, I was wide-eyed and panting, his breath smelled like cum and it was close, his cock was inside me, hard, with that huge knot plugging me good so that none of his spunk would be leaking out of me for a long time now.
He crashed down on me and put his muzzle on mine and I could taste myself, all over my tongue, once his own hot muscle thrust between my lips and forced the scent and taste onto my sense in another flush of heat and musk on my senses. I gripped with my paws onto his back and held onto him, hard, while we kissed, grunted, growled and kept our muzzles together until both of us needed to draw a deep breath.
"Wuff...wuff...wuff..." Brock panted, licking my lips wetly and leaving a thick mark.
I just breathed and felt his breath, smelled his breath and the cum we had mixed between our maws, tasted his spit over my lips, and felt him inside me.
For once, the bedsprings were quiet.
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