I swirled my tongue all around, circling his velvety head of his hard cock. He kinda moaned, “Uuuugh,” then hunched as he stepped forward and his ...ock shot through the hole and slipped inside my mouth. It tasted sweaty with just a hint of the acerbic taste of urine from the piss he’d just taken. It might taste bitter but I wanted more of it. I leaned back a little and told him, “Push your cock on through the hole for me.” He was so horny by now that he had no choice. He moved forward against. She acknowledged me with a quick glance and a simile, and then turned to the telephone that was hanging on the wall just inside the door. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Five foot eight with long brown bedroom hair, she wore a long summery dress with horizontal navy blue and white stripes. A bit of a nautical look. The dress was made of a terry cloth material so thin that it fit her as if it were silk. From her trim waist it clung to her pear-shaped ass until it cascaded about half way down. Bubble butt. Did the splits.”“Oh, sheeeeeit! Hold up a minit!”“Okay.”Trayjon Everett walked away from the front door and down the sidewalk. “You still dere?”“Yes, sir!”“You dat cute muthafuckin’ faggit ain’t you?”“Yes, sir! I am!”“Tell me where I fucked you.”“In my ass.”“Naw, nigga! I mean name da place, yo!”“Oh...My bad. It was at the Hotel Lebleu by the airport the first night. Then, the next afternoon we posted up at Buzzard Roost Inn.”“Hell yeah! Da fuck you been?”“I’ve been traveling with. 'What?'Is my life going to be normal?'Oh no Missy. That is out of our MOS.'MOS?'Military Occupational Specialty code'You're military?'Damn it, Danny! We can't leave you alone for five seconds!Sorry, guys.'Military, huh?' Sometimes it pays to ask twice.'I asked a question. Military?' No answer ... but I could hear breathing.There was a good fifty sixty seconds of silence.'Fuckers!'uproarious laughterYeah, my life was boring, except ... why is there always an 'except'? ... for the Coast Guard's.