Seargeant Bull
12 Oct 2006 comments
Bull clamped down his eyes and focused only on shooting what promised to be one hell of a load down the other man's throat. "Tell me how much you love my cock," he huffed under his breath.
the Hitman
Seargeant Bull (ch. 10)
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Bull felt something warm and wet ooze between his forefinger and thumb. Looking down, he noticed fresh precome was already leaking from the mushroom-shaped head of the local boy's dick.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 11)
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By the time Bull reached him, the other sergeant had already unzipped his fly. Bull looked down to see Inky fishing in the moist cotton of his gray boxer-briefs. Without shame or fear, he pulled out a long, half-hard tube of fat, hairy cock.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 12)
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He felt the caged heat between Inky's legs stab into his crotch. With fresh, clean sweat dripping off his face to spatter across the other sergeant's cheek, Bull's eyes met Inky's, and this time, neither man broke away.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 2)
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The nineteen-year-old looked up, his gray-blue eyes locking with the deeper cobalts of his superior officer. The hard expression on Ike's square jaw had softened only slightly, just enough to convince Private Thomas John Bullen to cross that one final line.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 3)
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The throbbing itch in Bull's jeans now pulsed at full steam, robbing the last of the moisture from his mouth. Stopping long enough to give the meaty fullness between his legs an obvious squeeze, he charged the hockey jock, tackling him back onto the bed.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 4)
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He wanted to bury himself in the hot, male-smelling richness of the young man's body, finding something like heaven in his armpits, toes, the heaviness of his full nuts, the thickness of his cock, and the tight, hairy asshole he had plundered like an invading army.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 5)
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His pale blue eyes locked on the centerfold Bull had opened to. Now, so close to the young soldier, Bull could smell the other man's excited breaths, the odor of uniform boots left at the edge of the sleeping bag along with his neat, folded battle-dress uniform.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 6)
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Bull unbuckled his pants and pushed them to his ankles. He stepped out, and like Jake was now down to a pair of nut-smelling white briefs. He sat beside the younger man on the half of the bed he'd been relegated to.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 7)
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One taste of pitcher Derek Conway's asshole was all it took for Sergeant Thomas John Bullen to realize there was nothing better than eating baseball player butt.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 8)
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Bull realized he was not alone in his excitement. As he'd expected, Oscar's dick was uncut. A dark pink head poked out and up toward him from between thick folds of darker, tan-colored foreskin.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 9)
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Wasting no time, he plunged his unshaved face between Oscar's hard, hairy ass cheeks and dabbed at the musty-smelling hole at their center with his tongue.