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Major Buck's Odyssey Part I Chapter One Major Buckley Wright climbed out of his jeep, saluting the Corporal who drove him up to the base. He'd been posted many times to secret and top secret establishments, working directly under Generals often, so this new posting - which he was told would be - exciting to say the least - held no great expectations. He'd come up fast in the Marines, helped a lot by the war of course. Promotions came quickly in the field and like making the first million dollars - once you had one, the others fell in line more quickly. Being a college jock with a Father in big business, building Tanks for the Army, all helped him get his first commission and action in the Pacific brought the first promotion, which saw him posted to a front line Headquarters - and having a cock few could miss and everyone wanted, he jumped from Captain to Major very quickly once the Major General over him, liked being under him. The flight in the B17 from Pearl had been slow, rough but not unpleasant. He'd hardly put his young butt onto the bench and strapped in, when the Bombardier strolled up from the cockpit and dropped in, next to him. As he also belted himself up, looking into the crotch of this young officer with more medals than 5 Star General, he saw the usual bulge Buck Wright had on offer. It always caused the same reaction. Stretching down the left trouser leg exactly half way, and showing its thickness was equal to its horse-dick length, the straightest guy and most feminist lesbian couldn't avoid eyeing it off and when a chance was presented, making a comment. Buck always had the pick on any base. And this Bombardier was no different. Since it was a flight to State-side, he wouldn't be needed and was more than happy to spend the trip, more like a passenger, for a change. But now he found himself next to this young scout, he had heard about, with a massive tool, he was over the moon. "So, where did they hand out one like that ?" The Bombardier looked straight ahead to the porthole opposite them as he spoke. "Oh at Guam. It always raises a few comments. And yu' right. I'd be the youngest Major in the Marines and certainly one of the youngest with a Congressional Medal of Honour." Buck never took the hint right off. He knew the effect he had on others and how they would embarrass themselves if need be. No need making it easier for them. He always let them lead up to it slow and casual like. "I mean that fuck'n great stick in yu' pants !" But this man wasn't about to be embarrassed by anything he wanted to say. "You sure come on hard and strong soldier." Buck did show he was offended and not going to let the young flier strafe him so easily. "Well, when yu' laying the same General, yu' get to know who and when to talk to." The soldier only carried the rank of Corporal and wouldn't have had to shave for more than the last 12 months, but he certainly had grown quickly in this man's army. But then, everyone did during this frigging war. As the engines churned and shuddered, lifting the bomber into the air, the Bombardier lifted his hand and dropped it neatly over the massive bugle in Buck's pants. "Fuck ! No wonder he stopped see'n me for the last month." He needed only rub it a few times before feeling it start to swell under his fingers. The khaki pants threatened to rip at the seams and this buck had hardly begun to get a fat. "God I'm glad I know so much about you. But no one is ever gunna enjoy being blackmailed as much as you will - sir." "Well get the fuck on with it Corporal before you're not able to get it out of my pants !" By now the plane was well into the air and travelling at high speed for the mainland. "Not here - sir." He kept emphasising the "sir" to make it sound - dirty. "The bomb bay's empty this trip." He unclipped his belt, stood and walked back toward the hatch, which then opened into the empty bomb bay. Buck followed behind and slide down the rungs in the ladder, rather than walk them, to save time. He swung around from the ladder and immediately the Corporal fell on the buttons in Buck's pants, quickly plucking them open. "And the General reckons you spunk more than a sperm whale." He laughed loudly, thinking his joke was truly funny. "Maybe I do, maybe not. You gotta get it out of my balls first. Reckon you can ?" "Right now, get'n it out of your pants is the bother !" With all buttons undone, belt slung aside and the Major's pants peeled back over his youthful but muscular hips, the Corporal was still having a time of it, trying to release the enormous dick from inside the trouser leg. "Give us a hand." "No fuck'n way ! You want it, you get it but don't damage the pants or the merchandise." Buck stood with hands on bare hips, legs spread and a sneaky smile on his handsome young face. But the smile turned to a grimace when the young man took a most determined grip and reefed the dick up the trouser leg and dragged it free of the opened fly. "Ouch ! I said - watch the merchandise !" But he might as well been talking to a deaf, mute and blind man. The Corporal gave the mighty tool a few quick shakes, then began rubbing it hard and quickly. He examined it during all this, taking in its huge length. Not hard yet, but it must have been already 12". And thick ! It had to be 3" across the flat top, making it impossible for his hand to go anywhere near gripping it. His fingers hardly reached the fat cum tube underneath. Even if it grew no more; just got harder, it would be impossible for him to take up his arse. Yet the General had openly admitted to him, that while ever Major Wright was around, he didn't need any other young studs to fill his trench. So he must have been taking his rifle butt right up his ring. The Corporal even considered sucking it and decided it was too much of a jaw breaker. But Christ it was beautiful to look at and hold. It throbbed a few times and grew harder as he gave it exercises with both fists tightly clenched around it. And to his horror, it was also growing in both length and width as well as in strength. This must be a secret weapon ! The marines must be thinking of sending this guy over to Tojo and screwing him to death ! "What's yu' name soldier ?" Buck pushed his cock into the fists and directed it toward the face beyond. The Corporal pulled his face away and the head of the monster grazed his ear, knocking his cap off, onto the deck. "Hank. Hank Spornivitch." He pointed to his name tag on his left breast. "Yeah I know. Polish Salami ! But I gotta a dick just like a Salami too, so that's OK." "Well Hank, if you don't do a better job of blackmailing me soon, I'm gunna ram this cock right up your asshole - you with m soldier ?" "Yes Sir !" His mouth opened as wide as he could make it yawn and he threw his face forward as quickly as his powerful young neck muscles could do the job. His teeth scraped over the spongy head and it popped painfully passed the rim and ample foreskin. Buck pushed himself forward with a mighty thrust of his powerful hips and sent the cock spearing into the soft back palate. The man choked, muffling a cough which echoed out his nose. His eyes catch sight of the biggest pair of heavy balls he had ever seen, hanging like two oranges in a silken purse. The bag was straining to take the weight of them as they hung a hefty 5" from the base of the gigantic dick. He watched them swaying back and forth as the Major pumped his mouth. The giant head continued to pound the back of his throat and a number of times, threatened to slip further, deeper. Buck helped. He slapped the man on the back of his neck and as he gasped, lifting his head back to look up at the Officer, Buck thrust forward really hard and his massive cockhead cracked a neck bone or two as it slipped into the throat. He pulled back almost immediately and yelled - "Breath !" and when he felt the cool air breeze across his cock, he thrust inside again. Deeper still - the Corporal was soon eating more than 10" of thick, burning stick. Again, he pulled all the way back until the head rested against the back of the throat. The Corporal learned quickly, breathing in a lung full of air, but only just in time, as that meaty sword was forced right down into his gullet once more. Now, deep within, Buck churned on his heels, rocking his cock in and out, faster and faster, burying his tool the entire length on many occasions, but usually leaving a few inches outside, for Hank to play with, when he found time to leave those balls alone. He become fascinated by them. Buck seemed to be able to make them dance in his hands for him. The jet black hairs coating the sac short but dense. And they were mighty hard nuts too. He could only fit one to a hand and then, never go near gripping them. He fell into an automatic rhythm, breathing at the exact moment he felt the cock depart his windpipe and holding the breath to create a natural fuck tube for that horse- dick to scurry back and forth along. He could feel its every corner and edge. All the large, thick veins cris-crossing the shaft stood out for his tongue to tickle. And whenever it sunk completely into his throat, he could lip the thick mat of hair around the baseline, smelling the manly odours rising more and more with almost each stroke. And with each of these hammer blows, he felt those elephant balls climb just that little bit higher. His eyes were now fixed on them. What a load they must develop ! And judging by the masculine scent always in his nostrils, it would be a very potent brew indeed. Once the balls faded away and climbed right up into the body cavity, leaving only small globes, one either side of the massive tube, he lost all control and care. He pulled the Officer's pants down around his knees and commenced running his hands over the muscular thighs, also coated very heavily with thick black hairs. They shot north and pushed in under the tail of his shirt, seeking and finding the powerful hard rolls of belly muscles, almost smooth and hairless. This intrigued him and he lifted the shirt to see why there was suddenly no hair. There was. A long dark trail led up from the cock to the navel then carried on toward the chest. But the abdomen was as smooth as the ass he then attacked and squeezed. All the time, Buck pumped that mouth at an ever increasing rate of speed. He fell into a more easy pattern - plugging the throat a dozen times then pulling back and fast stabbing the mouth only, for another dozen strokes. Hank's throat was by now completely used to the invasion of this gigantic python, allowing it to come and go at its leisure. Returning some attention to the nuts, hank realised they were captured inside a very taut ball, almost flat against the base of the torso. They would bob out once or twice, then one might completely disappear for a second or two, before emerging once again, dancing on the end of their spunk strings. The dick, what he saw from time to time, was now a dark shade of brown. The veins stood out fiercely and he could actually see one throbbing, while the thick tube running the length of his tool was growing thicker still and from time to time rippled. Squeezing the dick hard, he tasted a small squirt of precum across his tongue. The entire length of the weapon pulsed, shook in his mouth and hand and deposited a thick scum at the back of his throat. The guy was blowing ! "I'm gunna shoot !" Buck softly whispered, bending his knees a little and edging his dick back so that it now only pumped between the lips and teeth. Hank knelt there patiently wait for that glorious load of hot spunk to belch into his mouth. He was glad the man had pulled back, because he would have hated losing this cargo directly down his throat. "I said I'm gunna cum." Hank nodded to show he understood and tightened his mouth around the shaft, pushing a large glob of spunk out with this pressure, dropping a goodly portion right near the tip of his tongue. He lapped the head and pushed the tongue into the wide open eye of the cock, sucking as he did this, to then accept an even larger string of thick custard. It was so concentrated, it was like a solid rope, which clung to his teeth and stretched to the roof of his mouth. Mashing it with his mouth, the taste was sweet but yet calcium or some other more potent tang burst through. "Fuck !" Buck shuddered and pulled right away. His cock fell from the gaping mouth and Hank snapped at the air, trying to recapture it. "I tried to warn yu' ! Yu' nearly made me break." "But - but - but - didn't yu' want to cum yet ?" Hank dropped back on his haunches, looking up at this amazing dick, throbbing and quaking, on the verge of shooting its load. The head was swollen, flaring up angrily before retracting somewhat, then swelling up yet again. "Shit - I don't mind pal, but I reckon you'd want to have some fun too." Buck pointed down to the expanded bulge in Hank's pants. Didn't that bulge and the look on his face, tell Buck he was having fun - already ?? "I don't mind I don't mind !" Hank heard himself sounding like a schoolboy on his first date. "Well I fuck'n do ! Get them greens off. Its my turn to taste meat." Buck looked away, glancing this way and that. There was nothing on the deck they could use as a pillow or mattress. Bare metal. Bare cold metal at that. Turning right around, he rediscovered the ladder. Kicking his pants off, over his boots, h quickly climbed the ladder until his head rested against the hatch above, then like a trained athlete, swung both legs high into the air, hooking them onto the top rung, then let his hand grips go, lowering his body, like an uncoiling snake, to lay head down, along the ladder. Hi huge dick arched outward from his body, and down, toward the deck. Immediately, Hank saw what was expected, as his pants were shaken free of the large boots as well. He walked the couple of steps and looked right into the one-eyed monster. Glancing down, his own powerfully hard dick, dripping precum, was aiming at the Officer's chest. Buck took a firm hold on Hank's hips and levered himself up the few inches, so that his mouth was able to open and swallow the Corporal completely to his balls. The sensations of suddenly becoming engulfed this way was almost too much. Hank watched as the expert tongue zapped out, again and again, licking the ball bag either side of the dick. He could well imagine, if the Officer was sucking him off from the reverse angle, he would be able to tongue lash the balls themselves. But he bothered only watching this for a few moments, before retaking his former objective. The bumping and rocking of the plane helped them both to fuck the other mouth. They could almost remain still and let the plane blew them actually. But that would have been asking far too much of their lusty minds and healthy appetite for dick. As his own thoughts become more and more heated, Hank hankered with the idea of whether he could take such an enormous dick up his ass. He'd had more dicks in there than Mae West had her cunt warmed by them but never anything like this one. The idea made him more heated. Then the thoughts changed. Should he ? Settling on this idea and trying to muster up what it would feel like and what it would look like, having such a powerfully built, handsome stud looking down on him, while pumping his ass full of cock, the thoughts changed yet again to - when might he ? Once this was firmly implanted, he just had to spit that tower of meat out. "Fuck me - fuck me please sir." No snide manner in his calling Buck "sir" this time. It came softly and pleadingly. "Oh Christ I gotta try !" Buck spat Hank's cock out now. "Look, it took the General 10 attempts before he got to take it and that was using half the grease from the motor pool to help him. Hank - I'd rather pop in your mouth and know we had a great time. OK ?" He looked up into very sad eyes. "I tell yu' what. When we get to Frisco, what say we book into a hotel somewhere ? I'll give it a go, if you still want to take it." Hank stood there a moment, looking at that cock in a most desirable way. His eyes no less sad even with that offer. Then, resigned to his fate and rethinking enough to see maybe the Officer was right, he buried his mouth back over the head and sucked all the harder. Once Buck saw Hank was going to be happy enough with being fucked in the mouth, this time, he also returned to chewing his ay along the meaty length of Hank's shank. It was by no means a dick others wouldn't seek either and he could understand why the General had made him his play thing until Buck came along. It was a mighty thick piece of beef indeed. Had to be 2 1/2" across. But it looked even more powerful because it was nearly 7" long. Such a broad cock, on a short stump - for its thickness - made it appear very tasty. And it was more than a mouthful; plenty to please Buck anyway. The boy was rather lean as well. This added once more to the potency of his slightly above average tool. His nuts were very ordinary but again, with such a thick cock over them, they looked somewhat lost - out of place. Hank was working very hard on Buck's dick and he started to moan, hump out of sequence and buckle at the knees. Buck knew he was bringing him close. He slowed his actions and finally came to a dead stop, leaving the cockhead rest peacefully between his lips. Hank seemed happy with this arrangement for a while but then began to pump his tool into Buck's mouth. Buck played with those smooth balls, tugging them down hard, to try and stop them climbing too high too quickly. But it had the reverse effect on Hank. He bucked, squirmed, plunged deeper into the mouth at a much quicker pace and pumped loads of precum across Buck's tongue. He could feel it oozing out the end with each stroke and with each weep into his mouth, he gauged it was more plentiful and thick. The shaft was now quivering and tremors run up and down its length. He took his mouth off it completely. "You want to blow yet ?" Leaving his mouth stuffed with meat, Hank muffled and nodded a positive, while dropping his body lower and stabbed at Buck's face. His cock punched one cheek then another, leaving a trail of precum across them both. Next the forehead was pasted and cum slicked through Buck's black hair. Buck took a firm grip on it and held him steady. As he did, a string of cum oozed out and splashed on the floor. This man was really hot. This man was about to throw out one of his best loads. This man seemed as though he might put Buck to shame, dropping a bomb load to exceed Buck's famous copious hoard. "Well, give it to me soldier !" Buck rasped his fist back and forth along the shaft at perilous speed, while licking and lapping at the head. He wiped many a dribble of cum from the eye and forced more out. He felt the thunderous waves rushing down the shaft, under his tight fist and steadied his mouth in a wide open position. The tongue fell out and hung down to form a catchment area for any spunk that may try and escape that way. "Now ! Now ! Give me spunk man !" Buck's demands were met instantly. Shots of hot, steamy cream were flung violently out of the dick and directed perfectly into his mouth. Cables stretch from the eye of the cock to the back of his throat and they burnt his tongue, roof of the mouth and throat. Succession after succession of boiling dick lava belched into and across his lips. Hank's knees completely gave and he started to sink to the cold steel deck. But the cock in his mouth and the fist around his tool held him up where his legs failed. It was over in seconds. Though to both men, it seemed to last a gloriously long time. And so, soon his dick just throbbed, shook and trembled, oozing out his thick spunk in small boiling leaks. Buck made sure his hands allowed nothing to fall to that cold uncaring deck, while his mouth closed over its prize, savouring it, washing it over his tongue, teeth and lips. The thick ropes slowly dissolved into a more liquid cream and his taste came through all the more powerfully once it broke down. Swallowing, Buck opened his mouth once more and took the cock inside, sucking off the last drools hanging there and suctioned whatever he could find hidden in that fuck tube. Slowly, Hank backed off the dick in his mouth, standing there, shuddering, watching Buck slurp and lick his way over every inch of his cock. Finally, he pulled his tool free of Buck's mouth and stepped back, out of reach. "You one of those who can't do much once he blows ?" Hank nodded again. His eyes looked droopy, as if he might fall into a sleep at any moment. "Could yu' still take me up your bum ?" Hank's eyes widened, a smile came across his lips and he dropped his mouth back over that enormous tool, sucking it harder than before. "I take it that means yes ?" "Swap places and you'll see." Hank moved away again, to allow Buck to sit up and swing his legs back down, onto the rungs of the ladder. Then, he climbed back to the deck. He hardly put boot to bolts when Hank took up his place on the ladder. He climbed only 2 rungs, then turned around, facing Buck. Both of his legs went out and he hooked his knees over Buck's shoulders. Now, slowly, he walked down the ladder, using his hands, until his ass checks rested onto Buck's strong stomach. Raising his butt, Buck could see the spread cheeks hovering directly above his mighty weapon. Hank lowered himself the final rung, so his shoulders were resting against the ladder, back straight and parallel to the deck and his butt sitting on the cock. "Your dick's wet enough." "Don't be fucking stupid man." But despite saying this, Buck aimed his cockhead at the tight ring of muscle. He felt it kiss the head of his dick and wink across it. Hank pressed down, his face in obvious pain. While Buck pushed up. The ring didn't even give a sign it would open for him. "Its no use pal. If I push in yu' I'll split yu' from ball bag to spinal column." With this as his challenge, Hank gritted his teeth and drove himself over the huge spongy head. Buck's mouth opened agape. The extremely tight hole squeezed his cockhead and he felt his own juices being sucked out, or force out by the pressure. He pulled back a little and sure enough, he could sense the slippery precum coating the first tight bands. He gave the ass a few quick prods and noticed the cum spreading and lubricating, as well as being mixed with more juices as he flexed his dick, forcing it out. Hank could grasp what Buck was doing as well. Reaching down with one hand, almost falling from the ladder in doing this, he took a tight grip on Buck's cock and squeezed that cum tube along the bottom of the shaft, pressing cum forward as his fist worked behind the wave. Both men felt the sticky oil seep out and then, and only then, Hank drove that cock up into himself with his fist, while depressing the weight of his entire body, downwards. The two actions forced his sphincter to part and as he screamed in pain, the head passed inside the expanding ring and clamped shut around the neck of Buck's colossal throbber. Hank yelled loudly. His body shook violently. His hands lost their grip on the ladder and dick. He fell, hanging from Buck's shoulders, poised on that steel pole 10" round, but only 2" inside his butt. The fall did a better job than all their combined efforts and the monster shaft drove deeply into the wounded ass. Hank screamed again as he become totally impaled. Buck fell back onto his haunches and Hank was flung forward, wrapping both arms around Buck's broad, strong back. He sat on the cock and cried like a child, tears streaming down his face and eyes tightly closed. "You fucking idiot !" Buck called out and tried to lift Hank up off the cock. But this made more pain than relief. His further cries stopped Buck in his tracks. They fell into each other's arms and rocked there for what seemed hours. Slowly Hank settled down, his tears stopped and he composed himself. He planted his feet firmly on the deck and raising himself slightly, looked down to find about half of that giant organ was lost inside his bleeding ass. Blood pooled on the metal floor and dripped slowly, running down the shaft and into the black hairy mass around the base. "I told you !" "Its - its OK, really." Hank looked back again to his injured hole, extended way out of proportion to open around the massive girth plugging it up tight. "Just let me - let me sit a minute." He rested his head onto Buck's shoulder and quivered. Then Buck felt the ring of bruised and bleeding muscle flinch, grip his tool and release it again. Over and over, Hank flexed his ass muscles, squeezing and liberating its grip. Then Hank planted those heavy boots firmly once more and began to lift himself ever so slowly off the shaft. Both could feel the dick slipping out. But just as Buck was expecting himself to be free of the butt completely, Hank gritted his teeth and pressed down again. The mix of precum, blood, sweat and other bodily fluids, helped to lubricate this more than the last effort. He dropped lower until he passed the point he had reached originally. Smiling into Buck's face, gritting teeth even harder, he squinted as he took a deep breath and rammed downwards. He gave another loud cry and clawed at Buck's back. But both knew, he had made it. Buck could feel now coolness rising from the cold metal below, except on his nuts. His cock was as completely in Hank as he could imagine. "I think I done it - sir." He rocked back, pushing on Buck's chest and peered between his thighs. The black fur around the base of Buck's cock was only an inch or so from the blister red hole. The bleeding seemed to have stopped or at least, was unable to escape. "Now, if you can get me back onto the ladder..." Hank reached back and took hold of the lower rungs. He help ease Buck up from his haunches until he was standing once more. Hank rested his back against the ladder as he original planned and now, they could both see how deeply he was been breached. "You do it. Take it slow." Hank watched as Buck eased himself out a fraction, stopped, looked into Hank's face for a reaction, then eased out a fraction more. Soon, he extracted more than 4" before beginning his travel back inside. Hank gripped the rungs tighter, smiled and nodded. Buck drew out 6" and slowly pressed back in, then pulled back the 6" again and edged in once more. Hank seemed to be coping with this, so he stopped watching for a reaction. He dragged himself out and immediately plunged back inside, but paused no more than a second before withdrawing again and lunging again. After a number of these steady pumps in and out, Buck saw Hank's butt rise up a little and as he pulled out, Hank pulled away and when he moved in again, Hank levered himself against the ladder, pushing the dick deeper, faster. "I told yu' it took 10 tries to get the General to do this, didn't I ?" "Yeah. Weak old fart. Takes a man to fuck a man, but it takes a better man to take him." Hank gave a grit teethed grin and hissed a laugh, spraying Buck with some spit. "Fuck I don't know about that one buddy." Buck rather quickly drew his cock out and let it hover inside with the more loose ring around its neck once more. "Yu' reckon yu' better than me ?" Hank grinned wider still and sunk back over the stationery cock, absorbing many inches in a flash. But Buck had a point to make too and withdrew back to the same point, then - he suddenly dragged it completely out. His cock sprung free, crushing into Hank's nuts and came to rest, standing tall between Hank's thighs. It was slightly coated with Hank's brown mucus and smears of blood. It throbbed with excitement, because Buck rarely found himself embedded inside a hot ass or cunt. Most men and women simply couldn't take it - literally. He loved any action on his tool but especially a hot wet hole. He often countered himself as lucky to being bi-sexual, because had he been just straight, then he would never have had half the fun and games he had enjoyed. "Now, I can either jerk off over yu, force yu to suck this filthy mess or give yu more up the ass. Which are yu gunna beg for ?" "Just put it away. I don't want it at all." "That's fine by me buddy." Buck eased Hank's legs off his shoulders and backed off. Once he saw the man was secure on the ladder, he lowered himself onto his haunches again, spreading his thighs nice and wide, to produce the most beautiful sight of human maleness Hank had ever seen. The massive cock arched back toward the powerful belly, which Buck now revealed by pulling his shirt up to his chest. He lay right back with one hand supporting his weight from behind while his right fist took a firm hold on the shaft, just below the head and he worked it hard, fast and made a sloppy sound into the bargain, as the foreskin scooted back and forth over the fleshy head. Precum oozed once more and was flung aside in the rush, although much must have remained, as the entire dick become even more shiny, glowing and reflecting the metal floor below. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Anytime soon." Buck rode his own cock with blinding speed. "You cunt !" Hank quickly took the few steps needed to be standing astride of Buck's hips. "Get yu' fuck'n hand away asshole !" "Get fucked !" Buck bucked, gritted his teeth and worked even harder on himself. "Ah come on !" Hank was already lowering himself over the fast moving dick. The head grazed his buttocks. He parted them and dropped lower, so Buck was now jerking off inside the crease itself. The head rubbing back and forth along the crack, wetting it and sending both me crazy. Hank grabbed the pumping wrist between his thighs and brought it to a halt. With Buck holding his tool still, Hank dropped down onto it. His well prepared asshole gripped the head and he pressed still lower, sucking in inch by inch, the hard, flaming dick, until he held more than half inside his body. "Please sir. Aren't it obvious I'd only let the best men fuck me ?" Buck let his hand drift away from his cock and he now supported himself on both elbows, leaning right back. "Are yu close ?" Buck flexed his cock inside the warm hole and smiled. "Just tell me when yu had enough." "Oh yeah ! You were on heat only a second ago." "I'm on heat all the time soldier. Now either fuck my dick or get off it." It as almost with a mix of anger, Hank lifted himself right off the dick but slammed back down over it, sending it completely inside. He humped up and down, mashing Buck's hairy crotch against his buttocks, lifting only an inch and dropping again, at super break neck speed. Buck threw his head back and made hissing noises through his teeth. Hank could see, despite the claims, he was making good progress and bringing the man off against his will. He lifted himself up, up, up and eventually the dick plopped out. Gripping it around the neck, forcing the foreskin right back tight, he dropped his back lips over the head, squeezed tight and commenced the same bouncing motion over the tightly drawn head. Buck was now the one screaming. He fell right back onto the cold metal floor. His arms spread out to the sides and then his thighs popped out from under him. He lay pinned to the deck with Hank fucking the cockhead faster and faster. Hank brought both hands down and took hold of the cock with the most strangling grip he could muster. He made sure that foreskin couldn't budge and away he went again. The power and grip by Hank's butt muscles on the crown were enormously strong. It hurt him to do this but he knew no one could resist it for long. "Oh please ! Please ! I can't stand it !" "Just tell me when yu' gotta pop - sir !" "Now ! Now ! Stick it all the way in ! I'm gunna break out !" Upon hearing this, Hank did the complete reverse. He worked that head all the faster while using his hands to now massage the shaft and squeeze those melon balls. He watched Buck's belly and when they become totally knotted up, flexing in spasm, he lifted completely off the shining, taut head and stepped back one pace. Falling heavily between Buck's thighs, he massaged the head as quickly, with his fingers, as he had been doing with his sphincter. He felt the rumbling building up inside the rigid shaft and Buck raised his legs up, as a baby so often does. Spread wide, out to each side, knees level with his powerfully contorting abdomen, Hank knew he had brought him passed any point he could stop himself from blasting. Hank opened his jaws as he had done in the beginning and drove his mouth over the head, clamping his teeth at the neck. He bit hard and sucked twice as hard, tasting his own juices, blood and then a rush of cum. It was thin and watery, but quickly coated his entire tongue. Surprised that this man, so famous for his spunking, was giving him a liquid mouth wash instead of a hot creamy fed of custard, he took his mouth away. Streams of thin cloudy spunk run from the eye, almost like a stream of urine. A continuous flow surged forth. He dipped his mouth forward and drunk it. The flavour was amazingly salty and burnt his mouth, tongue and throat. Even his lips stung when it spilt across them. Then suddenly it stopped and Buck gave out an almighty yell. Hank abruptly fund himself choking, as a hefty thick rope of spunk stung the back of his throat and filled it up there, so quickly, he had no choice but to swallow. But no sooner rid of this when more jetted from the cock at impacting force, against every corner of his mouth. Quickly trying to contain the cockhead back into his mouth, so as to capture it all, he realised the large volume of "spunk" had merely been pent up precum, which would have flowed nicely over a long period, had he not been force to climax so soon. Hank could barely drink what he was given before it was replaced. His throat was stinging from the acid bath it was receiving. Eventually, both young men break free of one another and lay there, spent. Yes, it had been a rather slow trip to San Francisco but far from unpleasant. And here he was, finally, at his new posting in the desert, just north of a small town called Roswell, in Texas. It was a rather secretive unit, attached to the air base there. He knew nothing about the place, what they did or their involvement in the war. There had been rumours of strange things taking place in and around the area for sometime and the air base was now being primed up for a new bomber group, but aside from these rumours, Buck knew nothing of what or why he was posted here. All he had was his orders - to report to the civilian in charge of the super top secret unit, code named - Eternity. "Professor Peterson ? Major Wright. Pleased to meet you." Buck extended his hand, when introduced to the Professor by the Staff Sergeant. "Ah Wright ! Finally got here." He gave Buck a frown, but took his hand and shook it. "Yes, well, I was delayed in Frisco - friends to see - you know what its like ?" His mind dwelt a moment on the fantastic time he had spent with Hank - 5 days of utter lust and crazy sex. "I do. I do. Not seen any of mine for months. Too busy. So I hope you've got it out of your system now." The Professor was sarcastic, turning on his heels and walking into a vaulted room with a huge steel door. He stopped and waited for Buck to follow. "Thanks Sergeant." Then closed the door behind them. For all the secrecy and security, there seemed little inside the room to warrant this coverage. Buck glanced around the huge concrete room. In one corner was a bank of clumsy instrument panels, a couple of desks in the centre, covered with files, charts and other paper-chase items. There was a large box in the opposite corner, looking vaguely like a telephone box, but all the glass panels had been painted in, to hide whatever was inside it. Across the remainder of the floor, were large reams of paper, laying in a pattern, as if this is where the professor did most of his work. "You'll have that other desk." He pointed to one with only a few files and odd papers scattered on it. "And here's a key to the main door." He handed Buck a key from his waistcoat pocket. "What are we doing here ?" "We ? Only me. I work alone." He snapped, as if to protect his position of importance. "Then what am I here for, if that's the case ?" Cut back. "You're - well - my - experiment." He fought for the right words to use. "Experiment ?" Buck pondered any unusual assets he might have over others and came up with his cock. Surely the Defense Department weren't investigating the male sex organs ? "Yes. We checked all the services and you came up with everything we need in this - er- experiment. You've got guts and grit. Love of country. The - right stuff, if you know what I mean ?" "Not really." Buck scratched his head. The Professor pointed to the medals in Buck's chest. "You've got what it takes." "To do what ?" "What ever you're told to do." The Professor walked over to his desk and sat down, shuffling a few papers around until he came up with a most tattered, ear marked piece amid the all. "Come here." He called Buck across and then handed him the sheet of paper. "This explains most of it." "The variable vibrations in matter, time and space ?" He read the heading. "Yes. Study it. Oh I don't expect you to understand it, even it that most basic concept, but it will give you some idea where we're heading. Then I'll give you a little demonstration." "The constant of all matter, at any given place and time is due to the vibrational stability of the atoms at that given point.." Buck whispered it too himself, then announced aloud. "Atoms ? What the hell are atoms ?" The Professor ignored him and continued with whatever he was doing at his desk. So, Buck turned his eyes back to the page. He scanned them but found he understood very little of what was being stated. It was all well beyond his comprehension. Finally, he gave in. "Look I'm sorry Professor, but I don't know what the fuck this is all about. I reckon you got the wrong person here. I don't know anything about frequency hypoactivity, vibrational distortions at an atomic level - I don't even know what an atom is." He tossed the paper back onto the professor's desk. "You don't need to know how a car works to drive one." Peterson stood, taking his thin glasses off his nose and stood hands on hips. "I'll give this to you as briefly and as uncomplicated as I can. I've discovered how to manipulate the vibrations of matter - which is everything you see, the walls, the desk, the lights, yourself - turning that energy into a different frequency - which means, they vibrate more quickly. Once this happens, those atoms - molecules - little bits of matter..." he tried to really make it clear to Buck, "turn into a higher energy particle. This achieved, it is no longer energy matter, but becomes light energy. Now, when I lift those vibrations higher still, they become super conductive energy particles, no longer belonging to this dimension. Then..." "Dimension ?" Not that much of what preceded this meant anything to Buck. "Dimension ! Dimension ! We live in a three dimensional universe, right ?" Buck nodded although he wasn't exactly sure what was meant by that either. "When I elevate the vibrations to light energy particles, they exist only in the fourth dimension and when lifted further, they exist in the fifth dimension, and so on. Does that make sense ?" "No." "At last you're honest. Look, the fifth dimension is - time. I've learnt how to take a piece of this world, lifting its vibration levels, until it exists in another portion of the range of static time. By aiming whatever I distort vibrationally in one direction or another, at a particular angle, for an extended, known length of time, it will - well it will appear somewhere else - in time. In other words, if I aim those heightened energy particles in an anti-clockwise direction for exactly 10 seconds, the article I had changed from matter to high energy particles should return 1000 years. Its then merely a matter of degrees of time and direction, and I can place anything - a person for instance - at a point in time I so wish. Within 24 hours anyway." "But then how do you get it back ?" He was concerned about this, when he heard the Professor announce, a person might be sent back in time - and - he was - the experiment. "Oh that is easy. By maintaining a lock on that portion of matter, now in its new location, I can then heighten the vibrations at any time, aiming it forward and for the exact number of second, to bring it back within 24 hours of leaving." "Look I'm no scientist Professor, but doesn't that mean you can only put something forward or back, in this exact same spot ?" "No. What gave you that idea ?" Buck felt stupid for asking, but what little he already grasped, it seemed a reasonable assumption to make. "When I aim the particles, I don't only aim them backwards or forwards, but also, up or down. That is, north or south of this point, again, by minutes and degrees of the starting point. By aiming backwards at 45 degrees north west for 6 seconds, while aiming anti-clockwise or back in time, for 10 seconds, the article should appear somewhere in Japan around 1000 years ago. Its purely mathematics, son." "You were going to show me ?" "Oh yes. Possibly the best way of all." The Professor walked quickly toward the telephone box in the far corner, but over his shoulder, he called back to Buck. "Pick something, anything at all." It took Buck a moment or two to realise what he meant and then gathered up some pencils from the desk. He carried them over to the Professor, who by now, had opened the door to the strange box. "Just put them in there on the chair or that shelf." Buck looked inside and found a comfortable lounge chair, a side table and a book shelf on two sides. He placed the pencils on the shelf and stepped back out. "Now, watch this." The Professor went to the panel of dials and other instruments, set up in panels, on opposite side of the room. He threw a few switches, turned a couple of dials and a high pitched whistle filled the room. "See." He pointed back to the box, where Buck was walked away from. Turning, he found it gone. "Now, just wait a few moments..." the whistling sound continued and after a short time, the box suddenly appeared back where it had been. "See ? I set it to go into the future by 10 seconds. And now, here it is. For that 10 seconds, he wasn't here. It was here - 10 seconds from that moment and it waited patiently for us to catch up to it. Do you understand ?" Buck shrugged his shoulders. "Well, go see !" The Professor waved his hand at Buck, indicating he should go to the box. When he did, he found the articles sitting just where he had put them. "Gee that's fantastic. But I got another question." "Only one ? Go ahead." "Does this mean, this box would appear in Japan 1000 years ago, if you sent it back ? Because that would mean it would attract a lot of attention. Besides, by keeping your instruments focused on this box, a person sent in it, once he left the box, wouldn't be able to return, unless he came back to the box before you brought it home." "Ah but that is - if I were sending the box. The box is merely for testing purposes. When we start sending people, they will not go in that box." "So, you do intend to send people ?" The Professor smiled and nodded. "And - am I - am I the one you want to send ?" The Professor nodded again. "Well, I'm fucked if I'm going to !" "Its perfectly safe son. No need to worry. You saw how well it worked. Besides, its for national security." The Professor waved at Buck, to follow him and he walked back to his desk. "Now look at this." He showed a Presidential Order, headlined - 'Eternity'. "If we send you to this very spot, 50 years from now, this project will have made sure all vital new inventions will be here waiting for you. Then, you load up with whatever has been mustered together for you and I bring you back. We can then use those futuristic innovations back for us to develop here and now - so we can win the war that much earlier. See ?" "Terrific. But I thought you said the focus of this machine would only be on me. Wouldn't anything I pick up, in the future, remain there ?" "No, because you will leave with a number of cylinders. Information will be placed inside those cylinders and they will become the carriers." "Then, why do you need me at all ? Why not send the cylinders along, empty, then they can be filled in the future by whoever is there and brought back without me needing to go." "We tried that already. Something must happen which stops this project somehow. There mustn't be anyone there to fill the cylinders." "There mightn't be a fucking world there, that's why !!" Buck become a little anxious. "But there has to be, otherwise, they wouldn't return unharmed. No for some reason, our project must have become dismantled by then. But this room can't be dismantled. We've seen to that. We have a government guarantee this facility will remain for 100 years and will be serviced for no less than 20 years." He flicked the piece of paper at Buck." So, it seems, for some reason, in the future, they decided to stop manning the project after 20 years. However, any data gathered in that time, will still be - here - waiting. That's where you come into it." "Well, why not send the cylinders 20 years ahead, when someone is there. No new data will be there after that time anyhow." "Good point, but we just don't know for sure when it ceased to be manned. Its best we stick with our plan of 50 years. Besides, who knows, maybe each time we tested the empty cylinders, it may have been at 2 in the morning and everyone was asleep. I only sent them and let them remain for 30 minutes, long enough to be filled. Maybe nothing has gone wrong !" Buck found no further argument. "So - you're thinking of sending me to the year 1993 ?" "Yes." He hooked his thumbs into his waistcoat proudly. "And we hope projects in their early stages now, will be more easily completed by then, such as the Atomic Bomb, rockets and jet propulsion. With these advancements, we could end the war quickly." "What are those things ?" "Never mind. We don't have time to go into it now. When did you last eat ?" "Not since breakfast." Buck smiled at the thought of having a meal. "Good. We found our test monkeys came back vomiting everywhere if we sent them with a full belly. So we may as well get this over with now." "What ?" Buck wasn't ready for it next year, let alone - now. "Just grab those half dozen cylinders over there and stand on that silver plate, near the box." The Professor instructed. "Bull fucking shit ! I'm not doing this." "I'm afraid you have little choice son." The Professor turned and looked him in the eyes, with a stern gaze. "You see, the Sergeant has orders to shoot you on sight, if I've not called him before you walk out that door. Its a sort of damned if you do, damned if you don't do..." He smiled, "but of course, if it works, then everyone's happy." "Can't I think about this ?" "Sure, while picking up the cylinders son." The Professor pointed to them once again. "And then just step over there - see the silver plate ?" It seemed Buck was about to begin the journey of all journeys. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. End Part One.