The classes on movement in the forest, the jungle and even in areas of rice paddies were given by men who also had a lot of experience in those types ...f terrain, probably as poachers or robbers, but they were very good and the men learned a lot from their experience.Sergeant Kruu Bua's classes on Muay Korat had been extremely well received by the men, and they had practiced both during the classes and on their own time after hours. Even I had learned a lot from the specialty classes. My own. He probably strokes his own all the time, don't you Dad"? "Come on, get those shorts off him, I want to see this k**s big balls". My Dad reached down towards my briefs and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry son". I said, "its OK Dad". He started to pull down my briefs from the top over my hard cock and his hands grazed over the tip and some of my precum stuck to his hands as he started to lower them over the rest of my cock. I automatically lifted my ass of the couch almost like I wanted the. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply and deliciously. He bent down, got on his knees and took my rigid cock in his mouth. Mmmmm, it was so warm and wet and glorious in there. His tongue and lips and mouth made love to my cock. My cock was as hard as a crowbar. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. I gently pushed my hips back and forth as my cock went into and partially out of his mouth, my own foreskin gliding back and forth over my knob. My thrusts soon grew more. “Let’s evaluate that rubber pussy then! and see how far we can snap it!” Justin flicked my clit hood hard with his fingers, and thick wet juice splashed onto my thigh from my pussy. I could smell my body, sweaty and thick with my own musky scent. I hurt, but I stood as straight as I could and let my son attach a 1/2 pound lead-weighted ball to each pussy lip and let them dangle between my legs.“Dance and clap those knockers together!” Justin uncuffed my hands from behind my back and let me move.