The Tijuana Bible Reader. Victor J. Banis
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who just moved into my barracks and I think he’ll go for it now that no one else is there.”
Bob sat on his bunk and began to undress as Jack left. Further down the room he saw Phil throw a towel over his shoulder and start toward the shower room. The youth’s back rippled with trim muscles and his tight cheeks rose and fell sharply with his easy gait. Bob thought about how hot he was and how drunk Phil was and how satisfying Phil’s ass would be.
Bob leapt to his feet and jerked his jacket and T-shirt over his head, rubbing one hand over the solid curves of his hair-matted chest. Then he dropped his shorts and trousers, pausing to finger his heavy genitals proudly.
“I know what you need,” he murmured, staring down at his sturdy cock. “And he’s got it!” He picked up his shaving kit and towel and started toward the shower room. “Let’s get it!”
Phil was standing under a shower spray, rubbing a bar of soap aimlessly over his nakedness, as Bob entered.
“Pretty drunk, huh?” Bob asked with a grin.
“Who’s drunk?” Phil demanded, stumbling from under the water.
“You are, kid.” Bob took the soap from Phil’s hand. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”
Bob began working the soapy lather over Phil’s bronzed back in widening circles, and as his hands slid down over the smooth flesh, he stepped closer, pausing occasionally to quickly wipe a handful of foam over his own stiffening dick. Then his palms cupped over Phil’s sleek, trim cheeks, and he sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers slipped deep between them. Phil stood motionless, his legs slightly spread, only vaguely aware of what Bob was doing.
Bob’s cock was rigid and hard now, and suddenly he thrust it between Phil’s cheeks. The young sailor jerked back in surprise, and Bob’s organ slipped on forward between his legs.
“Hey, what’s this?” Phil asked with mock curiosity, reaching down beneath his balls to grasp the potent dick. “A real hot one, huh?” He rubbed his thumb over the taut, soap-covered head, watching the throbbing meat quiver. “Want me to palm it off?”
“I know something better,” Bob murmured tensely, drawing his rigid cock back and wiping his well-lathered hand over its turgid length once more. “Relax, Phil.” Carefully he guided the head of his cock between Phil’s cheeks and then thrust his hips forward hard, feeling the warm tightness of the youth’s virgin ass about it. “There!”
For a moment the two men stood stationary, and then Phil stiffened with a gasp. “Hey!”
“C’mon, Phil, relax! I’ll be real gentle! You’ll like it!”
“Cut it out,” Phil exclaimed thickly, starting to pull away.
“Let it in, Phil!” Bob wrapped his arms about the youth’s waist, forcing his cock brutally against the resistance. “Bend over a little and it’ll slip right in. It won’t hurt.”
“Cut it out!” Phil repeated, straining to get free of the arms holding him, the body pressing against his back, the giant jabbing between his cheeks.
Wildly, Bob forced the rigid organ into Phil again and again, trying to pierce the wall set up against him. “I gotta have it, Phil! I gotta have it!”
“Lemme go!” Phil’s body was tense, every muscle straining. “Lemme go!”
“I can’t stop now!” Bob cried. “It’ll only take a minute! Just let it in a little way!” His hands slipped down and cupped over Phil’s genitals. “Let me fuck you—just a little—and I’ll let you have me any way you want.”
“Cut it out, you sonofabitch!” Phil exploded, jabbing his elbow into the pit of Bob’s stomach and breaking free. “Get away from me!”
Bob leaned back against the wall of the shower room, expecting his cock to spew its boiling load onto the floor. Numbly he watched Phil duck under the shower again. “Please, Phil,” he begged softly, “don’t leave me like this. Look, it’s all set to pop! C’mon, Phil!”
Dazed, Phil let the water sluice down over his face and body, washing the soapy lather from his nakedness, and then he staggered into the head to dry off. Helpless, Bob watched him work the towel over his body haphazardly and then stumble through the door to the barracks.
Bob sucked in a deep breath. His husky body was still covered with soap from Phil’s back and his cock hung down thick and full over his heavy balls, still warm with the sensations of the climax it had almost reached. Bob ran his hand down over his belly and grasped his meat, wrapping his fingers around it and massaging its sturdy length.
“It’d only take a little to get you stiff again and make you shoot,” he muttered, staring at the strong organ. Then he dropped it. “Hell, Jack might be back—or something!”
Bob took his time showering and drying off carefully. At last he wrapped his towel about his hips, picked up his shaving kit and went into the barracks.
A beam of light from the streetlamp outside filtered through a window and fell across Phil’s bunk. The youth lay on his stomach, his arms folded under his head, breathing deeply with drunken sleep. Bob paused to watch the handsome, relaxed features, the sleek blond hair, the smooth tanned flesh taut over the heavy muscles of the shoulders and arms. His eyes followed down noting how the blankets clung to the dip in the small of the youth’s back and then rose sharply over the smooth-rounded curves of his ass. Bob ran his tongue over his lips and thought of the moments in the shower when the conquest was almost his, and he felt the familiar tenseness of desire come alive in his crotch once more. Then he bent over the bed and gripped the youth’s shoulder.
“Asleep, Phil?” The youth did not move, and a pleased grin curled Bob’s lips. His hand slipped from the youth’s shoulder and gripped the blanket, pulling it down slowly to the foot of the bed. Phil’s handsome body lay naked and relaxed, and Bob let his hands move over it gently, pausing to probe between the trim cheek with his fingers. “Passed out, huh?” Slowly Bob spread Phil’s legs apart. “Maybe you’ll wake up in time for the fun!” The sleeping sailor did not move.
Bob straightened and ran his hands over the black hair matting his burly chest. Then he jerked the towel from his waist. His cock hung down firm but not yet hard between his legs, and he raised it with one hand as he grasped his balls with the other. His nuts were loose and large and slippery, and he held them tightly, feeling the sensuous pain start to fill his groin. His dick stiffened quickly, the wide, flat head growing tense and hard as steel. He dropped his organs, arched his back and stretched proudly, his cock jutting out from his crotch potent and strong.
Then Bob dumped the contents of his shaving kit on the empty cot beside Phil’s and picked out the small tube of lubricant. Hastily he smeared some on his fingers and then bent over Phil, working these fingers between the sleeping youth’s cheeks carefully. He added more and more of the greasy ointment until he had the passage well-oiled and felt it relax.
“That’s the way, baby,” Bob muttered. “Now you’ll take it nice and easy.” He gripped his huge, rigid cock and slowly applied a light coat of lubricant to the taut head, grinning at it. “Take it easy, old man. There’s no rush this time!” He knelt on the bed between Phil’s muscular thighs. “This is the way I’ve wanted you for a long time, Phil!”
Bob gripped Phil’s sturdy cheeks, spreading them wide, and bent forward, carefully slipping his mighty cock between them. Deeper and deeper the organ went, and Bob caught up a deep breath of pleasure.
“There, the bulldozer’s opened the trail and the rest’ll go easy. Real easy!”
The youth stirred and groaned. Through a veil of drink and sleep, Phil felt the man’s body pressing down on him, the fingers digging into the solid muscles of his arms, the huge organ easing its way deep into his helpless form. He felt numb, unable to fight or call for help or beg for an end to it. Who was this man using him? It was as though he was a bystander, watching from a distance. A man he couldn’t see was