Written by Tango
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“Let me begin by telling you that this is something I don’t tell nobody. A’ight? I mean, I wanted it to happen. Yeah. It was no accident. None of that ‘He tripped, I fell’ bullcrap. Okay, maybe I tripped…a little. I’ll start from the start.”


The first time I saw him, the real him, I felt bothered. I don’t know how many people saw him without the gas-mask but he was pretty. Like, real pretty. The team was out for a drink. It must’ve seemed like a real amusing idea to get the new kid wasted then push him down some stairs. Except when I got wasted so did everyone else and thankfully I didn‘t get thrown down no stairs.

When I stumbled back to the barracks with him my mind had fled the building. He had caught me starring earlier and replied with sly, thin smiles. He had the same smile on when I ‘tripped’ into him. Danger filled his eyes and gave a single look over me. Goddamn, he knew he was pretty! I must’ve looked like such a sucker. My instincts and primal needs shown embarrassingly on my face. I continued to stare as he peeled off his clothes.

I didn’t say anything! He just undressed, watching me the whole time. My face was hot, I almost told him stop. I was nervous. I think my mouth was open. He was anything but nervous. The rubber peeled off the muscles, leaving behind a glossy sweat. The reverie in watching me watching him was obvious. When he was completely bare from head to toe he casually sat down on the edge of the bunk. He was perfect. Not a single singe on his godly body. I awoke from my daze as I realized he was waiting for me.

My excitement had me naked in a flash! Anyone could tell I was uncomfortable with myself, especially in comparison to the masterpiece in front of me. But he didn’t care. He didn’t seem to care about anything. I was jealous. I wanted to feel the same confidence. I wanted to feel that hard body.

Fingers dug into his shoulders as I jumped him. Loud breaths escaped in between hard feverous kisses. I feel his sweat against the inside of my thighs, straddling him. I guess he was used to saying very little or nothing at all. Even when I sunk my teeth into the place where neck meets shoulder he only made a small, hoarse exhale. My hands raked down the front of him and suddenly I felt panicked.

I looked down and in my grasp was the Pyro’s cock, but not nearly as excited as my own. I glanced up at his face which was as red as my own had been when I viewed his stripping. He no longer had that confident smirk and dark watchful eyes. His gaze snapped down and back up to me. He didn’t want to do this? Sudden nausea set in and I stiffened.

I felt his hand come over mine. He slowly pushed my hand up then back down. My chest heaved a sigh and it was my turn to smirk. He wasn’t having second thoughts, he was nervous too! I helped him along with a few tight strokes up and down the shaft. When his cock filled my hand at full girth I switched positions.

Sliding down I gave Pyro’s hard cock one last stroke before stuffing it into my mouth. A tight grip pierced my shoulder and that low groan encouraged my tongue to lap over & over again. His eyes had closed and I felt his shoulders relax. I had just let go with my hands and let my mouth swallow in the full length when suddenly I was on my face.

Warm, wet, the feeling of my own saliva pressing up against my asshole. I pushed my hands into the sheets and tried to sit up, looking over my shoulder. I barely caught a glimpse of that determined look put over Pyro’s face, before she shoved me back down. Propped up on my elbows I opened my mouth to protest but an immediate yelp came out instead.

He had just buried the slick head of his cock into me and I screamed like I got shot in the foot! I wasn’t ready for this. I was-AAH!! I screamed as he took my roughly by the hips and drove that rod deep in, pressing his hips against my lifted rear. I was a queer virgin. I had plenty of fantas-AH!FUCK!! I gripped the sheets and grit my teeth. I was short of breath and barely noticed that Pyro had stopped.

I felt a warm hand press against my back and a shallow voice tell me to “relax.” He pushed me flat against the bed. I shifted but he held me down. I exhaled and felt my whole body ease, including my clenched asshole, which now readily accepted the wide girth of the cock still buried in it. When that thick cock dragged back I groaned, this time with a blissful voice.

Each thrust pushed the air out of me in a grunt. After I had relaxed I began to enjoy it. I closed my eyes and took in the groans and grunts the both of us made. Pyro quickened his fucking pace and I had to remember to keep calm. It was the most difficult fucking thing to do. Quickly I found myself upright.

Pyro had seized me up, scooping an arm under my waist and hauling my sweat covered body to press against his. He was still balls deep into my sore ass. I choked on a sharp gasp as I felt a rub against the head of my own cock. I had grown soft with the harsh and delicious fucking. I had no problem perking right back up again as the Pyro worked his fingers up and over the delicate flesh.

His hand strokes became his cock thrusts and I made noises that I couldn’t hear. I was lost. I couldn’t hear myself, him, or the slapping of balls to ass as he pounded again and again until he had finished off, cumming inside my puckered hole. I sighed, because when he came it gave me a chance to breathe.

He didn’t pull out right away he switched to my throbbing needs. His hands were soft from being under rubber gloves and his technique was flawless. Turning and squeezing just at the edge of the head of my cock then sliding back down. I had to steady myself. I reached behind and grabbed onto any firm skin of Pyro that I could. I felt his chin on my shoulder and a hot breath waft over my ear as he said “come for me.”