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A Week Leave in the Australian Outback. Three station hands and myself spend an eventful night bonding like real men.
Stars In The Southern Skies
They were foreign to me, alien.
They hung in a different sky.
They had different names.
They told of different mythology.
They held no importance to me,
for they did not speak my language.
It was the same passage of time.
It was the same world to gaze from.
It was simply a different location.
It was the Outback, Australia.
It was their summer time.
It was midnight, December 1985.
The exact date has faded from memory.
There were horses, a pack mule and a dog.
The tents were pitched.
A fire burned the bottlebrush.
It heated skillet-cooked steaks.
A bottle of whiskey was passed around.
The men told yarns and lies of their exploits.
What was the truth; what was a lie didn’t matter.
What mattered was their camaraderie.
They had ridden together for what now seemed an eternity.
They were the best of friends.
They were the worst of enemies.
This was their chosen life.
They knew nothing else.
I was their welcomed distraction.
Someone who hadn’t heard their tales.
Someone who knew not how far the embellishments went.
I was an American Marine, on leave.
I was the Admiral’s boy, his security.
I was tall, crew-cut red hair, muscular, fit.
I was only 19.
They were station hands given time off to escort me on my grand adventure.
They were years older, rough looking, but strikingly handsome, wirely, with a permanent layer of dust covering them.
If they had a plan, they left me out.
They told the stories of their stars.
Teaching me how to locate the Southern Cross.
I was captivated with the tales, with their accents.
The stories grew racier as the level of whiskey in the bottle decreased.
Their orneriness only helped to embellish their tales.
Their antics were one step short of homoerotic and I could see, even with only the campfire for light, their erections.
It was men being men, celebrating life.
I reveled in it.
I wanted to join in.
I had seen many elections in my short life.
Breathed them, felt them, tasted them,
and carved them. They were my favorite candy.
With the bottled drained, and the cool night air, the glowing embers and my determination to taste them risen, I removed my shirt, exposing my young, tight, smooth chest.
They stopped talking, stopped joking.
They were still hungry and I was their desert.
“Well now, what have we here?” one of them asked as he stood up and crossed the short distance to me, his hands adjusting his erection in his pants.
I could see his lust.
I could feel the tension in the air.
I could wait no longer.
“Fuck me.” I said as a half command and half plea for mercy.
He unzipped his dusty pants to reveal a musky, hairy, uncircumcised, thick, veiny, eight inch cock, thrusting it into my mouth, both his hands grasps the back of my skull as he begins to skull fuck me. I gagged for a moment, unprepared for such a violent entry. But I got what I wanted, what I needed, Australian cock.
The two other men didn’t wait for permission, they stripped off their clothing and joined their partner, their cocks pushed against each of my cheeks.
Three cocks, one me–the percentage chance of being rode hard was high.
I loved Australia!
The first man, I’ll call Vince, pulled his cock out of my mouth and gave it a few jerks then launched a huge load onto my youthful, clean shaven face and the other two cocks. It was thick, very thick. Smelled like sex, yet somewhat sweet. Australian cum had a familiar taste, as I licked the cum from the head of his cock, and I loved it.
Vince grunted as he came, loud gudderal sounds, beastly. It only made me want him more. I had a thing for beastly men. I loved being handled like property, meat to be played with. It fed my perversions well, and my desires even more. I stood up and quickly kicked my boots off and removed my pants and underwear. My 7 inch circumcised, shaved cock was leaking precum as it stood at attention. William grabbed it and tightly squeezed it causing even more precum to seep out. Robert forced me onto all fours, screwing William’s ideas, and quickly, without lube, shoved his 6 inch cock into my boy cunt. He moaned loudly; I was louder as William took the moment to thrust his 9 inch uncircumcised, thick, God it was thick, cock into my mouth. I was gagging. I was moaning. I was begging for deliverance. I was in utopia. Cocks fucking both holes, and a third recuperating. My cock was dripping cum onto the Outback, planting my seed in Australia. It was like the movies I watched with my friend as a child, only this time, I was the star.
The men continued to fuck me, making pure animal sounds. Their cocks thrusting hard into me. The smell was raw, primitive, erotic. The feeling, divine. I grabbed my cock and with virtually no effort other than to touch it, I shot my American Marine load onto foreign soul. I gasped for air, but was denied as William continued his assault on my mouth. Robert was increasing his tempo, grinding his cock into me, gripping tightly my hips. Untold minutes this continued until William discharged his load into the back of my throat. He tasted like my grandfather, which was a good thing. I loved my grandfather. As if on cue, Robert tried to push his cock to my throat from my ass and erupted. I could feel his load in me. It was a large load, moving deep in me, settling in my bowls.
We stayed like this for a few seconds, they then pulled the cocks out of me, grunted and laughed.
“We were trying to figure out how we could get you, you’re just too cute to let go.” Vince proclaimed, stroking his cock as he spoke.
“We’ll call this diplomacy!” I said, savoring the taste of cum in my mouth.
We didn’t sleep much that night. We spent it figuring out how many ways they could thrust their cocks in me. I calculate we figured out a few more than many and perhaps one less than too many. We spent the next three days at the same camp site. We stopped fucking only to eat. My entire body was used however they desired, and they had many desires.
My week ended and I returned to duty. The Admiral asked if I enjoyed my time in the Outback. I could honestly tell the Admiral it was the best week leave I ever had. I just left out the best parts.
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