I turned my face and his skinny 6” cock was standing in front of my nose.I got hold of it and pulled the skin all the way down.Lazlo too was hiding ... treasure under his hood.Like Adrian there was a trail of smegma all around his big helmet.Again I pulled out my tongue and tasted it. The flavour was very similar to his friend.“You dirty cunt”, Lazlo hissed. Yes I was.He pulled my head by my hair keeping me away from his cock and said, “You like some more, faggot?”“Yes please”“Convince me”, he. He took a step back in shock and yelled, “How dare you draw a weapon against a platoon commander!”“The Torgal answer only to the Dran. You are aware of this but choose to ignore it due to your inflamed sense of self-importance. I am your superior and have the authority to kill you without fear of punishment. Anyone who is deemed a threat to my platoon is a threat to the Dran. Davik is a part of my platoon.”I watched as the platoon commander’s face paled with every word she spoke. His hand. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed her towards the bed and got a condom off the bedside table. Whilst opening the packet with my teeth, I made her lick my hand, tasting the results of her uncontrolled cumming spree. I bend her over and pushed her knee onto the bed. I took her a minute to realise that I wanted her on the edge of the bed on all fours. I roughly slapped her arse. “Hurry up!”. She apologised. I firmly pushed her head onto the bed and pulled one hand from underneath her. She fell. When he comes off the pitch, he stops by me. "Come into the locker room for some photos." I look at him in surprise. "Do you think the others are ok with that?" Adam nods, a little out of breath. "Yeah sure. I asked them earlier. They want some private shots for Instagram. You know, flexing muscles." He winks at me again. "OK no problem". I follow him into the locker room. The closer we get, the louder it gets. Typical boys. Singing, laughing, loud shouts. The first thing I see is bare skin. No.