A Soldier's Stories

No this post is not an affirmation of Destiny's Child's latest (and I might add awful) hit single "Soldier". So no, if you're a guy, your status does not have to be "hood" if you wanna get with me--and no, I don't need a soldier to stand up with me--and I really don't want a response to the question: "Where they at?"

In a previous post, I mentioned that one night FRIEND and I were searching for a threesome. Unfortunately, everyone we arranged to meet that evening stood us up. But now all of those guys are hitting us up. First, there was Brown Betty TYRELL (see previous post)--and you know how that ended up. But then, two days ago, ENRIQUE called to re-arrange a meeting.

On the phone ENRIQUE sounded kind of cool. He said that he was a very light skinned guy (because he was mixed with black & puerto rican), 28 year old, 5'11" 165 lbs, 31-32" waist. At first, he talked really hard on the phone.

ENRIQUE: I am coming from way out west, this ain't no send-off is it?
BERNARD: No, we don't have time to play games.
ENRIQUE: How can I be sure of that?
BERNARD: What do you mean? Be sure? You can't you're gonna have to take a chance. But you have our phone number, and I gave you the address, so it's on you.
ENRIQUE: I am just saying cause I just got home from the military today--from Iraq and I am really ready to do the damn thing. And I don't have time to be playing with nobody...

Talk, talk, talk, I started tuning him out and was about to hang up on him because I thought he was just wasting time. Until he asked,

ENRIQUE: So you and your boy tight?
BERNARD: Yeah we are.
ENRIQUE: You don't sound so confident.

He was starting to get on my nerves, but instead of blowing up I told him we were good-looking just to get off the phone. He said he didn't have a car and that he was coming over on the bus (or getting a ride if he could). I told him to call before he left the house.

Hours went by and no call. I assumed that ENRIQUE had faked out once again. By midnight, FRIEND and I had dozed off watching television. Until we were awakened by a loud

BUZZ

My apartment buzzer was going off. There was someone downstairs. I was annoyed. I knew it wass ENRIQUE and he hadn't called before he left. A little pet peeve of mine. But I got over it. I was funky as hell, so I jumped into the shower. FRIEND went downstairs to let ENRIQUE in.

FRIEND and I used our covert communication system. He called me on his cell phone while he was wearing his headset and went downstairs to greet ENRIQUE. When he got downstairs I could hear him open the front door over the phone and say:

FRIEND: Enrique?
ENRIQUE: Yeah man, whassup?
FRIEND: Not much man, come on in.
BERNARD over the phone: Is he good looking?
FRIEND: The weather ain't so bad is it?

That was FRIEND telling me that ENRIQUE wasn't bad looking.

ENRIQUE: Man what are you talking about? It is cold outside. But not as bad as yesterday.
BERNARD over the phone: So do you think you really want to fuck this guy?
FRIEND: YES. We need to hurry up and get upstairs, where it's warmer.

Another clue from FRIEND. He seemed somewhat pleased with ENRIQUE. I put some pep in my step and hurried through my shower.

When I came out the shower into the living room ENRIQUE was sitting sipping on a Heineken. He was attractive and described himself perfectly. The three of us talked for a few minutes and while he was good-looking, it was quick to realize that ENRIQUE was a soldier full of a lot of stories.

He talked about how he saw the capture of Sadaam Hussein up close. How he was supposed to remove Hussein's restraints but, "I didn't want to get close to him." He described how his unit found the remains of the first beheaded person in Iraq. He even told stories of the big dicked black soldiers fucking their white counterparts. When asked whether he got any action he said, "I wasn't going to let them put those big dicks in me and rip my shit all open." Then we started asking questions:

FRIEND: So how long has it been since you got fucked?
ENRIQUE: About four years.
BERNARD: And this being your first night home in the US, you want to get tag teamed tonight after not getting fucked for four years?
ENRIQUE: What can I say, I'm a freak.
BERNARD to self: My sentiments exactly.
ENRIQUE: You're going to have to go slow with me at first. My hole is really tight.

FRIEND and I began to realize that ENRIQUE was telling another story--a lie that he had been in Iraq. As light as his skin complexion was, if he had really spent the last two years in Iraq there would have be some sign of of tanning. And then there were a few times when he slipped and talked about hanging at the mall with his friends in the past weeks. This guy was telling lies all over the place. We also started realizing that ENRIQUE wasn't as hard as he sounded on the phone. His kee-kee gene was slowly emerging and the Prada purse was falling out of his mouth.

Regardless of the soldier's stories, I was horny and it was time to get to business. We stripped down and it was clear that there was one thing ENRIQUE hadn't lied about, and that was his body. It was awesome. Great back, nice round ass, pecs and nice nipples. It was INSTANT ERECTION time.

But as I entered him I was reminded of another one of the soldier's stories..."I haven't been fucked in four years." Yes, another story. I slid in him with such ease--it was ridiculous. Clearly this guy had been taking some big dicks. I mean his ass was no loosey goosey, but it definitely didn't have the grip of a 4 year born again virgin ass.

FRIEND and I wore that boy out. I did most of the fucking but we got him on his back, on his knees, standing up, you name it. I talked so much shit to him I am getting aroused sitting here thinking about it. This boy was screaming that he was my bitch, and was yelling that he was in love with me and FRIEND. It was fun. I tried to bang him within an inch of his life.

He eventually wanted to stop and take a break, but he kept begging for nut in his face. And that's when FRIEND (reluctantly) let him have it. FRIEND is a very heavy cummer--and he coated ENRIQUE's face, neck, and mouth--all while I was fucking him. That boy couldn't walk straight when we got finished with him. He just sat there peeking at us from behind cum squinted eyes, looking dumfounded.

I wish we had a video camera, because the sex was better and hotter than any gay porno flick I have ever seen.

Afterwards we got cleaned up. It was about 4am in the morning. We had been fucking since about 1am. I was exhausted. And all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and go to sleep. ENRIQUE came out of the bathroom and laid on the floor next to FRIEND and I and said, "Damn, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. You all don't have to get up early for work in the morning?" We told him no. "Good, maybe if I get some good sleep, when we wake up I can give you some more ass." With that, ENRIQUE threw some cover over him and made himself comfortable.

He had extended his own invitation to sleepover.

TO BE CONTINUED