The young soldier whimpered and gushed in feverish excitement as he frolicked in the great explosive shower of Correlli's cum. His hair, face, ears, chest, shoulders, arms and hands were all copiously inundated with the salty-flavored ambrosia when Sal finally stopped shooting his jiz.

The C.O. fell back against the jeep for a moment trying to get his bearings. Chet kneeled there in the dust looking up in almost reverence at Correlli. That Captain Sal sure was master of the game, all right. The young soldier had been ritualistically baptized by his Captain's semen, and now quietly sighed a breath of relief that it was all over.

Sal stared down at the punk who had just orally serviced him expertly. His huge cock was still throbbing up in the air, turgid and continuing to quiver with erotic heat. In a harsh husky voice he ordered Chet to his feet. "Now you're gonna get this hard-on crammed up your tight, little boy-pussy, punk!"

Trepidation and excitement were bunched like a fistful of blazing coals in the pit of Chet Wycoff's stomach as he slowly, unsteadily stood up. He couldn't take his eyes off of Salvatore Correlli's horse-size truncheon. Jeez, it was too fuckin' big, all right.... He couldn't take something THAT big up his ass....! Or could he????

Sal ran his strong, sweaty hands aggressively over Chet's quivering sweat-slickened body, patting and squeezing and caressing the hot, sleek flesh. He gripped the young guy by the waist and lifted him up in the air with a grunt, putting him onto the hot hood of the jeep, his legs dangling over the fender.

Correlli stepped up close to the young soldier, placing Chet's trembling legs on either side of his waist, running his huge hands down the insides of Wycoff's young legs to his crotch. He tickled and squeezed and played with the gasping sandy-haired G.I.'s boiling nuts, staring into his young, flushed face with those burning gray eyes.

"Lie back and relax, punk. I'm gonna do all the work now.." Sal growled huskily.

The torrid heat rose and soared seductively about them, embracing them in its unrelenting intensity. Fearing that the hot metal of the jeep hood might blister the back of his new boy toy, Sal walked around and snatched a blanket from the back seat of the vehicle and sprawled it behind the PFC.

Chet gushed a sigh of relief and obeyed the command to lie back and relax. He leaned back against the windshield of the jeep, his hands lying nervously at his sides, his young, brawny chest rising and falling as he breathed hard, his throbbing cock sawing the air between his legs, quivering with lust.

Sal slid his hands beneath Chet's knees and pushed the boy's legs up in the air, then down against his body. "Grab your legs and hold 'em down, private!", Sal hoarsely ordered. Chet swiftly acquiesced, gripping himself beneath the knees, holding them down til they almost touched his tits. This action lifted the taut, sloping curves of his fine young ass into the air. The sun's hot, early-morning rays copiously caressed the smooth, creamy white flesh, glistening with sweat, dissected by a hot, spread crack.

Sal patted and squeezed the young man's ass cheeks, loving the way they felt, so firm, so hot, so small, so pliant...... He dug his thumbs into the sticky butt crack and peeled the lobes of flesh and muscle apart. His blazing gray eyes greedily drank in the sight of the small puckered asshole there.

"Yeah, that's nice and tight and hot, boy... A real nice little fag pussy..." Correlli huskily muttered as he jerked his fingers in and out of the sucking orifice. His huge cock was pulsating impatiently in the air, eager to get in that tight, greasy tunnel. He pulled back, drawing his fingers out of the asshole with a loud moist popping sound. Then he fisted his mammoth Italian fuck-tool and guided it forward, prodding apart the quivering cheeks of Wycoff's ass and leaning into him until his beefy, fist-sized cockhead banged up against the kid's puckered, spit-imbued rectum.

Chet released a quavering sob of mingled excitement and fear as he felt the enormous object prod aggressively against the small, tingling circle of his asshole. Sal grunted, twitching his heavy meat and staring into Chet's face as he felt Wycoff's hot, spasming hole tug at the blunt knob of his prick.

He clamped both his hand tightly around the slender waist of the young G.I. who lay there on his back on the hood of the jeep, and planted his legs apart, bracing himself for the penetration.

Gritting his teeth together savagely, Sal tensed his butt muscles and gave out a hoarse, animal-like grunt, thrusting forward with brute force, at the same time pulling Chet against his hard, hairy thighs. For a couple of moments, the stubbornly clenched sphincter muscle balked at accepting the enormous whanger, and then, it split wide apart, stretching and stretching beyond belief. Salvatore Correlli's gargantuan cock swiftly plunged forward, and he groaned in animalistic pleasure as the aching, distended asshole snapped snugly around the fat stem of his hard-on. Without pause, Sal heaved forward again, the time sliding a good eight inches of his huge horse-cock up into the bloated, aching tunnel of Chet Wycoff's tight quivering ass.

White, hot agony tore all along the lining of the young G.I.'s cock-ravaged asshole and colon as the gargantuan pecker speared cruelly up inside him. He arched his back up off the sweat soaked blanket and screamed pitifully, spots flashing before his tear dazzled eyes.

"OOOOOOWWWWWWWW!! N-NOOOO..N-N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he hoarsely moaned, tossing his head from side to side in a frenzy of pain.

"Just take it like a man, soldier! TAKE IT, DAMN IT!!" Correlli panted thickly, stroking forward again, hard and brutal, shoving his remaining few inches of cock up to the hairy balls inside that hot, heavenly fuck-chute.

From side to side, Sal savagely rocked, shuddering with bestial pleasure as he twitched his big dick up inside the steamy, satiny glove of Wycoff's guts. He loved the way the young man's barbarically stretched bunghole snapped and sucked snugly around the very base of his gigantic prick.

"Yeah.... That's nice and tight, faggot! Nice, tight boy-pussy... Yeah! Ungh... UNGH!!! UNGH!!!" Correlli snarled thickly, beginning to heave and pump with his hips, stroking his over-sized horse-cock moistly back and forth, fucking Chet harder and harder. He eased back until only the fat, fist-sized knob of his dick was encased by the satiny snugness of Wycoff's anus, and then, he churned forward with a bestial grunt, sinking the whole length of his rigid schlong inside Chet's burning innards.

Moist squelching sounds were emanating from the juncture where the huge swollen horse-prick pumped into the tight, greased-up fuck hole. Being the virile Latin stud that he was, C.O. Correlli's huge prick was releasing phenomenal amounts of pre-come, keeping that tight, hot, young, boy-pussy well lubricated and greased. Chet's body jerked forward on the hood of the jeep beneath the solid, forceful impacts of Sal's merciless thrusts. Correlli's huge, swollen balls whipped a moist tattoo against Chet's squirming, sweat-soaked buns. His piercing gray eyes stared down at the moaning, whimpering jeep driver he was fucking so hard, and racing desire shot fiercely through his groin. Shit. Fuck. Goddam, Chet Wycoff sure was a hot little punk, all right. Correlli loved looking at the flushed, sandy-haired guy's face as he fucked him, studying the flickering expressions of frenzied emotions which ran across it.

Chet was beginning to get into it. The agonizing pain of the initial, brutal intrusion of Correlli's gigantic prick seemed to have swiftly ebbed. And now, as the donkey cock stroked rhythmically back and forth, stimulating his hot ass flesh and gliding over his sensitized prostate, ricocheting blasts of dark, primitive pleasure rustled all along his nerve endings, making him squirm and gasp in wild delight. Stretching out his arms, Chet pressed against the windshield with them, and pushed back with his haunches, his ass squirming up against the hairy, rock-hard, masculine thighs which pounded against it.

Chet's legs came down so that the calves were now resting against Sal Correlli's broad shoulders. The sex-crazed C.O. lustily ran his strong, sweaty hands up and down Chet's muscled, furry legs as he sodomized the young G.I. with astounding virile force.

"Yeah! Yeah! Take it, boy, take this Italian stud's dick up your blonde bitch-boy ass! Uh Huh! Uh Huh! YEAH!!" Sal muttered thickly and crazily as he savagely fucked the gorgeous blond soldier. He bent forward over the jeep, running his beefy hands up and down the front of the moaning G.I.'s body, cupping the quivering mounds of his pecs and squeezing and pinching them, plucking at the ripe, turreting nipples. He ran his fingers up Chet's flaring lats and into the damp, golden-tufted hollows of his armpits.

Chet's aching dick was throbbing and jerking in the air each time Sal pumped up-to-the-balls inside him. The young G.I. reached down with one hand and fisted his own big, thick dick, masturbating frantically as he got butt-fucked deeper and harder by the carnal-crazed Commanding Officer.

Through a sex-fogged mind, Salvatore Correlli could feel the volcanic lust grabbing savagely at his boiling nuts, making them bloat and quiver with scalding scum. Each time his horse-cock pumped into the deep, tight socket, the electric tremor of bestial ecstasy which shot along with it became more intensely powerful. He wanted to scream out in loud, primitive shrieks from the unbelievable pleasure he now enjoyed. The urgent build-up inside grew with ballooning exhilaration; he was going happily, and contentedly, insane.

"Y-Y-YEAAAH. GODAMMIT, YEAH! Ohhhh JEEZ! Oh, JEEZ! UNGH!! UNGH!! PUMP THAT OVERSIZED CLIT, PUSSY BOY!!! PUMP IT WHILE I'M FUCKIN' YOU, MAN!! YOU GONNA SHOOT IT, BITCH BABY?? HUH?? HUH?? YOU GONNA SHOOT IT?? THEN I'M GONNA BLAST MY HOT MAN SEED UP YOUR TIGHT GUTS, YA FUCKIN' BASTARD!!!" Correlli bellowed like a madman as he hammered into Chet with brute force. As if in a delirium, his huge hands frantically clutched and grabbed at Wycoff's young body, while his hairy Italian body sweated like the proverbial pig.

Chet's guts and nuts felt as though they were on fire. His whole body was writhing and spasming as white hot sensation swamped his senses. He arched his back, uttering a hoarse cry, pumping his dick up and down, pushing back against Sal Correlli's plunging horse-prick.

His balls spasmed and exploded. White hot fuck seed blasted up his tubes and sprayed with geyser-like intensity from his circled urethra, spurting up into the air again and again and again.

"AWWHHHHHHHHHHh......I-I-I-M CUUUUUMMMMMMING!" Chet sobbed with delirious passion.

"Oh, yeah, baby....I feel it...I feel it baby...I FUCKIN' feel it...." Correlli hoarsely muttered, shuddering as Wycoff's quaking bunghole milked and tugged around his big dick as Chet shot his wad. Sal leaned over the moaning jeep driver and clamped his big hands around the young guy's shoulders, holding them hard. Then planting his muscular hairy legs wide apart on the ground there in front of the jeep, Sal began to fuck into the younger man with such maniacal force he nearly knocked the breath out of Chet's lungs each time he fucked into him, and the jeep was creaking and groaning on its axles.

"GET READY, YOU FUCKIN' PUNK! GET FUCKIN' READY!" Correlli panted, "I'M GONNA SHOOT IT, PUSSY BOY!! I'M GONNA SHOOT MY ITALIAN STUD JUICE RIGHT UP YOUR TIGHT, HOT FUCK HOLE!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!! AAAAAARRRRRRAAAAAAHHHH! TAKE IT, GODDAMMIT; TAKE IT, YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!!"

Correlli's huge cock thickened and convulsed as it stroked up to the overflowing balls, deep into Chet Wycoff's guts. Hot, thick gobs of pungent man juice catapulted up his dick shaft and blasted deep inside of Chet, squirting in him like a fire hose again and again, and again, bloating his middle on virile sperm.

Following a minute or two of frenzied release, Sal, panting thickly, eased back, letting his throbbing, shrinking donkey cock pop like a cork out of the distended opening of Chet Wycoff's guts. Silently the brawny C.O. began to gather his clothes and swiftly get dressed. Chet, almost completely overwhelmed at what had just taken place, winced slightly and sat up, there on the hood of the jeep. Shaking his head and gathering his thoughts, he hopped off the jeep and began retrieving his own clothing as well.

"Alright, Private Wycoff!" Correlli barked when they were both fully dressed, "It looks as though we're going to have to walk to camp and send someone back for the jeep and my gear! Let's go! Hup! Hup! Hup!"

The two handsome brawny soldiers began their 4-mile march down the winding desert road toward Fort Caliph, the military base north of Baghdad. Chet shyly glanced on at the CO as he militantly postured ahead of him. His twitching, semi-erect cock and sore, bruised asshole gave the young PFC a feeling of unimagined exhilaration. He almost felt as though he were floating on air. Yup, that Captain Sal sure is master of the game all right, all right, mused the flushed-face soldier as he echoed Correlli's Hup! Hup! Hup!