DS-188 Letter Men
Letter Men
Driveshaft Library
DS-188
Pete McBride
$3.95
Letter Men
Driveshaft Library
DS-188
Pete McBride
$3.95
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Prologue
Dear Sandy:
I’ll tell you like it is when two guys make out together. Or, better still, I’ll tell you how it was with me one time when I first went into the service.
I had this buddy, John, a real swinger. Man, like he would fuck anything and everything! He was a real sharp-looking cat with blond curly hair that kinda hung down over his forehead in a cascade like a bunch of grapes. He was tall, may be six-two, about a hundred-and-seventy-five pounds of pure ox. And he had a cock on him that made baseball bats look like toothpicks—well, almost. But he was hung.
We were stationed down in Diego—or as he used to call it, Sandy Eggo. We’d hitchhike up to L.A. for weekends of fun and games, and, believe me, John knew where the action was.
Anyway, this one time I recall, John and I didn’t anymore get to the Give-a-lift-to-a-serviceman stop, when this big Continental pulls up. The back seat was stacked high with luggage and stuff, so we both crowded into the front seat. It was cozy. John sits in the middle, sizes the driver up and starts in with his line of shit. The guy’s name was Bret and he was a hairdresser up in Hollywood. Not the type I usually go for, but John was playing the scene.
He hardly gets the preliminaries over with before he’s scootching down in the seat and gently stroking his cock, which was abundantly outlined in his uniform. Then he started with the old sex line, you know, how horny he was and what a bitchen hard-on he had, and how he’d like to have a good pair of hot lips wrapped around it or a nice asshole to fuck, because he was ready to come and come all night.
I suppose that got Bret all upset. It sure as hell did me, ’cause my cock was standing at attention like nobody’s business.
Well, Bret kept his eyes on the road, but ever so often he looked out of the corner of his eye at both John’s crotch and mine. Finally John reached over and took hold of his hand and shoved it down onto his hot pecker. Bret pulled his hand free, and said there was a time and a place for everything.
Well, finding Bret unreceptive and about to split the seam out of his britches, he reached over for my hand and put it on his cock. I started to pull my hand away, but finally thought, oh, hell, why not? I felt the outline of that monstrous piece of steel. My fingers laced around it like it was a piece of fine art.
I’ve never seen a guy who could rip his button open as fast as John could. Before anyone could say anything, he had his flap down and his hard cock right out in plain sight. He clutched his fingers around it like it was his pride and joy in life. He nudged Bret. Bret swerved the car, swallowed hard and tried to regain control as best he could. He pulled the balls out of his shorts so that they fell big and heavy between his legs. He said, “Am I going to beat this little cannon off, or is there a connoisseur in the crowd who wants a mouthful of joyjuice?” There was nothing subtle about John.
Well, Bret was so noticeably shaken that sweat was running out of his brow to beat hell. And quite frankly, I got so hot just looking at that huge whang, that I just plain reached over on my own and grabbed hold of it. I pushed the loose skin back so that the glossy head of it shone with a mirrored sheen. Before I knew what was happening, John put his meaty hand up behind my neck and with a forceful tug navigated my face to his crotch. I stared at that glistening beauty, opened my mouth and put the inside of my wet lips to it. Christ, he was big! Bret warned us to be careful, but John assured he’d keep an eye out. You could tell by the way the car was wobbling around the road that Bret was as excited as John and me.
John applied pressure on the back of my head to force it down further on his cock. I was in an awkward position, so I got down on my knees on the floor and he scooted over so that he wouldn’t interfere with Bret’s driving. I ran my hands up under John’s shirt and played with his hairy chest as I pushed my mouth down as far as it would go on his cock. He moaned and made sounds of ecstasy while I washed that monster with my tongue and periodically let it slide down into the depths of my throat.
John started talking to me, telling me what a beautiful job I was doing, and all the time his hands were caressing my head, my ears, my shoulders. I was in an uncomfortable position, but I wanted it to last as long as it could. Pretty soon, though, John’s rear started lurching up, jerking and twisting, his breathing got spastic and his words of rapture were so inspired that I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he would be popping a man-sized load. I dug my fingers deeper into his flesh, scratched at his hair, pinched his nipples, then reached one hand beneath him to squeeze the cheeks of his ass as those muscles tightened rock hard. His body jerked forward and he yelled, “Here it comes, baby!” And it did! Like wow! Talk about moments to remember!
Funny, John and I had been buddies for a long time, but that’s the first time that had ever happened. Oh, we had taken showers together and messed around like all the other guys did, but it was just horsing.
I knew John had quite a reputation as a cocksman, and I had seen him in action in bars, like he moved in on a chick just like that. And he had hinted around that he made the scene with guys, too, but I had never seen any evidence of it until then. He told me later that he had always wondered about me and that he had wanted to make it with me for a helluva long time.
Anyway, as we drove on up the coast, John said he hoped nobody minded if he let his cock hang out. Bret was a little uneasy, but I en joyed looking at it. John had his arm up around me on the back of the seat, his fingers gently petted my shoulder. He said he didn’t know why we were bothering to go up to L.A. When we could have got a hotel room down in Diego and spent the whole weekend having sex.
As we were getting near Oceanside, John suggested that the three of us get a motel room. Again Bret seemed uneasy, like he didn’t trust us. But when he looked down at John’s fleshy cock, he made it jump. I looked over and saw that Bret had a bitchen hard-on, too. John put his hand on Bret’s lap, gave his cock a tug and enough encouragement for the driver to pull into the first motel that had a vacancy sign…
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