Just out of high school, Daniel "Danny" Reynolds was enjoying the greatest summer of his life. He didn't want to go to college right away, and he sure as hell didn't want to work at some lame-ass job as a copy boy at his dad's ad agency. So he was just breezin' along with the breeze. That is, until Captain Calvin Nelson marched into his life. Captain Cal was a friend of his dad's. They had spent several years in the army back in the 80's; Cal Nelson had chosen to make it a career. He had done a tour in Iraq and he and his wife had come to town to stay with his ailing mother for several weeks.

Danny encountered the irrepressible Captain Cal one lazy Sunday afternoon. He had come trouncing into the house bouncing a basketball and hearing an unfamiliar masculine voice, he peered into the den. There he discovered his dad and the attractive military officer reminiscing about their good ole days in the army. Instantly, when the eyes of the 38-year-old army man and 18-year-old high school grad locked glances, something indefinable between them took place. Perhaps Danny was drawn to the robust masculinity of the older man; and perhaps the older man saw something in Danny that reminded him of his faded youth. Whatever it was, they bonded immediately. And in a matter of days Danny was telling every one that he was joining the army. Not being what his father envisioned as a career for his son, he insisted that Danny hold off and explore other avenues before committing to such a frivolous decision. So Captain Cal suggested that he and Danny do a bivouac for a few days in the mountainous terrain three-hundred miles up the coast, to see if the young stud had the right stuff needed for this man's army. And since few civilians could dominate the iron-will of Captain Cal, late that Friday night, off he and Danny went.

Discovering that Danny had gone off on the trek, Mr. Reynolds hoped that Cal Nelson's often overbearing iron-will would knock his lazy, self-indulgent son around just enough so that when he returned home he'd be more than happy to get his ass in gear to go to college, or accept a job at his Ad Agency.

It was a five-hour drive to reach the mountain range they were camping-out in. Captain Cal had told Danny to take a lengthy nap Friday afternoon so that he could hit the ground running when they reached the site at 6AM Saturday.

Danny was fast asleep when Cal pulled into the dirt lot at the base of the mountains and parked the pickup. Danny stretched his beautiful chocolate-brown eyes wide to welcome the gorgeous, early-dawn day. Quickly he jumped out of the truck with his military mentor and they set about pulling out their gear in the back. They then swiftly hiked up to the ranger's shack to get their tour permit to spend time in the high country.

Danny's backpack wasn't as large as the army captain's but he did have all his personal gear and some of the food they were going to use over the next several days. Danny Reynolds was pretty much a city boy and wasn't used to having to step up and lift his weight over boulders and steep trails. But emboldened by the athletic prowess of Captain Cal, he worked hard as hell to keep up with him.

The trail made a lot of switchbacks and every time they came back to a creek Danny wanted to stop and get a drink of water. After much sweaty and tedious climbing they finally got above the tree line and the trail became red, hard-packed dirt on a shale mountain slope. They traveled that stretch until they reached the crest of the saddle and crossed over it. Looking down, Danny's eyes sparkled at the sight. They were within a mountainous bowl with a small lake way down at the bottom. Cal pushed him on and they rounded a bend and to begin climbing up another shale trail. Danny began to think that good Ol Captain Cal was trying to kill him.

As the sun rose to its mid-day peak they reached the top of the next saddle on the trail. From there the view was truly majestic. That lake below them was so clear you could see to the bottom, and it looked like there was nothing growing in it.

The two excellent examples of consummate American maleness sat there on a pile of smooth flat rocks and ate lunch. Both males took loads of pictures of the breathtaking tableau when they'd finished eating. Then saddling up their backpacks they headed down the trail. As the trail dropped below a shale dam, there was water flowing out of the rock face. And even though the temps were in the mid-80's, the water was as cold as if it were coming right out of a fridge. They both drank until their stomachs felt bloated. Water never tastes that good in civilization, thought Danny.

Ascending further down among the billowing canopy of pines trees they finally reached the mirror-like lake. They circled around it until they came to a nice little clearing among some lush, low growing spruce trees. They were far enough away from any kind of trail to be seen or overheard by anyone.

They had finally set up camp before the sun began it's stretch across the late-afternoon sky. Captain Cal produced a backpack stove and produced some kind of meal out of some dehydrated mix and boiling water. They sat on a log and ate their evening meal.

Both guys were jubilant. It was as though they'd known each other for years. Despite those twenty years that chronologically separated them, it appeared both were on a wave length that had nothing to do with age. When Danny's innocence and naivete would convolute the conversation, Cal would browbeat him about it in a way that would both amuse and enlighten the boy. As well as when Cal seemed to get unyieldingly bossy and controlling, Danny, using his innocence and naivete, would mimic the older man, creating both introspection and amusement for the very attractive military officer. They sat there animated in conversation about everything that popped into their heads, with neither one ever having experienced such a closeness with anyone in their lives. Basically, Captain Calvin Nelson envisioned immense potential for a competent military leader in Danny. And Danny essentially saw in Captain Cal a formidable, intelligent, courageous man, the likes of which he wished his father had been, and whom he hoped someday to emulate. But so much more lurked just below the thinly veiled surface of all that unspoken, mutual masculine admiration.

They finished the pot of boiled rations, and there were dried fruits that they had soaked before eating, which now served as dessert. By the time they finished eating their leisurely feast and had washed the dishes, daylight had just about faded. So Captain Cal built a small bonfire for them to enjoy. When the coffee had percolated, Danny poured cups and they continued to talk and talk and talk.

Out of the blue, Cal reached over and pulled off Danny's boots and socks to check his feet for blisters; to see if he were a tenderfoot, he said. The night was warm with just enough breeze to keep any mosquitoes down.

When Captain Cal had finished checking Danny's damp, velvet-smooth feet, he suddenly stood up and said, "It's time we went native!"

With that he stripped off his denim shirt. Then sitting down he removed his thick boots and socks; it was like removing ten pounds, he said. Standing up again, he tore off his khaki pants along with his boxer shorts; then stood there rubbing his crotch. The thick, long cock looked magnificent in the warm dancing flames of the fire. The huge balls dangled between his muscular thighs as he rubbed them. The powerful six-foot presence of naked Captain Cal was masterful. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere; and for a man thirty-eight years of age, he looked more like twenty-eight. His blonde hair and piercing green eyes made him appear almost god-like. Pulling a blanket from his backpack, Cal placed it on the log before sitting back down.

Danny saw the challenging glance the army officer was giving him, so he too stood up and removed his clothes. Danny Reynolds was a sterling specimen of sensuous, Anglo-American teenage sexuality. Five-feet, ten-inches of trim, tight, slightly-haired muscularity. His curly array of medium-brown locks; his alert, wide-set eyes; his cute pug nose, and very sexy mouth with the pouty lower lip, made him quite a fetching vision in the early evening light and the flickering, embracing glow of the fire. Slowly he sat back down beside Captain Cal on the log.

Cal silently regarded the teenager for what seemed an eternity. Pulling one end of the blanket across his lap, he leaned over to retrieve a bottle from his backpack. It was a quart of Jack Daniels. "A rising moon, a lake lying before us, a small paradise behind us, let's make a toast." said Cal.

"I don't drink," immediately offered Danny. He went on to confess that he couldn't drink; that after two beers he's out like a light; and that he had never drank hard liquor in his life.

"Ah, come on, it won't kill ya," began Cal removing the lid and taking a swig. Mildly grimacing from the impact of the liquor to his system, he went on to tell Danny that a small swig might do him some good.

Despite his apprehension, Danny was still excited from the scintillating energy from the new experience, and grabbed the offered bottle and took a swig. His entire body trembled from the shocking influx of alcohol. Then he began to cough, telling the army officer that "that was it" for him, as he handed back the bottle.

"You're just going to have to acquire a taste for good liquor, young man, if you want to be a real man." grumbled Cal, taking the bottle back and guzzling down a stiff one.

It was then a shift in energy surfaced between them. The alcohol seemed to summon forth a down, sullen side of the man. For the next thirty minutes he guzzled down Jack Daniels and whined about how miserable things in Iraq were, how badly the Army Brass treated him, and how fucking horrible his marriage was. Then, just as quickly as it started, it ended. "Oh, well, fuck 'em all, right kid?", he said, getting up and walking toward the tent. But his walking turned into a weaving and stumbling, so Danny ran ahead and unzipped the tent for him. Just in time too, cause when Cal reached it, he fell right into the opening; seems he'd passed out. Just like that. Danny shoved his feet inside and zipped up the flap.

After spending time tidying up and putting everything away so as not to attract any animals, and dousing the fire, Danny went in to hit the sack. When unzipping the tent, he noticed that Captain Cal's head was now down at the opening of the tent. His eyes were closed and the smell of alcohol strongly flowed from his mouth with each breath. He looked down at the awesomely attractive man; the awesomely naked man. There was a section of blanket across the middle of Cal's body, but the teenager felt, intensely, the erection that beckoning him from beneath. A part of him wanted to put his pants on; or at least, his underwear. But the other part of him said "just fuck it", and he lay down atop his sleeping bag. Instantly, he felt the surging of a beautiful new beginning. There were no thoughts or plans or script of what was to be, it was just coming, unfolding, happening the way all things wonderful occur, simply and unpretentiously.

Captain Cal lay there, breathing heavily; his head at the opening of the tent, bathed in moonlight. With eyes closed, he softly commanded that Danny lay closer to him. With a whispering voice choked with the urgency of lust, he asked Danny if he wanted to find out what it was like to have sex with a man. Without a word, Danny quickly cuddled up close to the older man, and even went as far as to kiss the army captain on the cheek. He didn't know why; nor did he want to know why. He simply wanted to kiss the military man on the cheek, and that was enough. The man's face was covered with a day's worth of beard and it scratched Danny's tender lips. It hurt so good. Cal rested his huge hand on the younger man's chest. Danny's response to that was to wetly kiss the man on the lips, and then place his hand around the massive shaft of Captain Cal's throbbing cock. The feel of a man's stiff cock for the first time in his life sent the teenager's mind into an intoxicating frenzy never before experienced. The huge cock continued to fill with blood and began to leap and jerk in his tender hand.

Captain Cal returned the wet, hungry kiss as he eased his other huge calloused hand down to the erect cock of his young recruit. The feel of the cock was like warm, stiff velvet. A jolt of exhilarating electricity shot up his muscled arm. He hadn't felt anything as innocent and virginal as that for a very long time. He grew dizzy from the warm, invigorating sensation, and his heart happily leapt at welcoming these self-affirming, re-energizing feelings.

His huge trembling fingers explored the satiny feel of the young testicles. As he massaged them, Danny squirmed and began to groan within his hungry kiss. He pressed his young cock into the feel of the warm calloused hand that caressed it. Nothing and no one had ever made him feel like this, and he hoped the feeling would never ever end. His cock was so stiff that he was sure it was going break in the growing pressure of the commanding hand that was exploring it.

Captain Cal's cock was stiff as hell, but Danny noticed that there was still skin loose enough that he could slip up and down, back and forth, over the head of the army man's bulbous purple head. It was both weird and exhilarating at the same time. He would slip the skin down until the glistening head was completely exposed, and then pull it back up until the foreskin had completely covered over the head with at least an inch of excess skin dangling over the end. Their intense fondling of each other was quickly bringing them both to the edge of explosive ejaculation.

But Captain Cal didn't want to shoot his wad so soon. He wasn't sure if a climax so soon wouldn't spook the kid, and the fun would all be over too soon. Removing his hand from Danny's stiff pecker, he slapped the kid on his cute, little, peach-fuzz, bubble-butt, and playfully removed the kid's hot masturbative hands from his about-to-explode dick.

Laying Danny flat on his back, Captain Cal took the kid's legs and spread them wide. Bringing his head down close to the teenager's cock, he blew puffs of air all around the balls and shaft of the leaping penis. Little grunts and hushed squeals of ecstasy escaped the youthful lips of Daniel Reynolds. Here he was, an average, semi-urban teenage wiseass having his dirty parts being worshipped by an Army Captain. His young eyes looked down to see his cock springing and jerking from the stimuli of the hot gusts of air being sent by the military warrior. His youthful brain sang with unbelievable excitement. He wanted to feel those manly lips and tongue on his young sweaty dirty parts. The blowing lips moved closer and closer until they caressed the virginal, faintly-haired scrotum of the recruit.

"Oh, god!", screamed Danny Reynolds as his young, trim, muscular body lifted slightly up off the floor of the tent, with his moist asshole making direct contact with the captain's puckered lips. Instantly a loud, guttural groan escaped Captain Cal's lips as his thick, wet tongue dove deeply into that inviting boy-pussy. "Oh, Jesus, god!" cried the teenager as he twisted and squirmed on the invading licker as though he were in an epileptic fit. His hands swiftly went down to the head of the captain, forcing it deeper into his poop chute. He never knew anything so dirty could feel so damn good. He had heard that this kind of sexing was wrong. But here was a man in the army of the United States of America doing it to him - so it obviously ain't wrong it all.

He felt the urgency of the boiling and bubbling in his balls. He was about to come. He was going to shoot. He was going to shoot his spooge in the face of a hot and sexy Army Captain.

Despite how damn tasty the boy's pungent asshole was, Cal felt the explosion coming - and didn't want himself or the kid coming just yet. So he withdrew his probing tongue from within that honey pot and placed the kid's long legs down on the floor. The hot, sweaty and very flustered boy looked up at the man in bewilderment, wondering why he hadn't let him come. He wanted to come badly. He needed to come badly. He was going to explode. His young body ached miserably for release.

Never having felt this aroused before - never having been sexually encouraged by a man before - the extremely sexually heightened teenager took the initiative. Reaching down, he grabbed the army officer's stiff leaky cock with both hands and began to fiercely fondle it. Before the captain had a chance to know what the hell was going on, the kid had shoved it deeply inside his wet, salivating mouth and was sucking it like a hungry lion cub, while his eager hands salaciously groped and massaged his huge hairy balls. It was so huge. After he had sucked for a few minutes he had to raise his head and relax his jaw. He was utterly exhilarated with the unfamiliar passion of rapturously sucking this army warrior's thick, throbbing cock. Amazingly enough, he noticed that Captain Cal's pre-cum tasted just like his own. There was a definite surge in his stiff loins. He also felt an electrifying surge from the massive cock in his mouth and felt a gob of warm liquid splash against the back of his throat. And soon, as if through some languid, hazy fog, Captain Cal felt himself uncontrollably surrendering up pellet after pellet of his thick spooge into the sucking throat of the wide-eyed, lust-drenched recruit. He had never before felt himself being made love to so hungrily and so perfectly by anyone, let alone, another male - and a teenage male at that. It seemed to make his cynical, jaded, military-heart sing. And from somewhere far off, he heard echoes of himself moaning and groaning like a wild beast, as his entire 6-foot frame trembled lustfully with sweet explosive delirium.

As Captain Cal's thick breathing lightened, and he experienced Danny's hot mouth releasing his still stiff cock, he witnessed the boy straddling his body, with his young cock aimed right at his panting mouth. Almost faster than time itself, Captain Cal felt the stiff, young, velvety, poker-hot cock of Danny Reynolds plunging deeply inside his mouth. The feel, smell and taste of the sweaty truncheon inspired his spirits to soar to levels not known in a very long time. Swiftly his huge hands moved up to grasp the peach-fuzzed asscheeks of the teenager. He heard himself sigh deeply as the feel of a handful of young ass and a mouthful of young cock was almost just too heavenly to be metabolized. His grateful tongue rolled around the probing shaft, guiding it deeper into his throat. His throat muscles then went to work driving the boy far beyond anything sexual he had ever before known. The kid wildly gasped and humped; reaching down to grab, clutch and massage the man about the head as he seemed to want to shove his entire body inside the hot, wet, sucking mouth of the army officer.

It was when the army officer allowed a thick digit of his huge left hand to wander into the moist, simmering area between those two perfect ass checks, and that thick digit found its way to the entrance of that velvety boy-pussy. "Oooooooooh, gaawwwwwwwd!" bellowed Danny, as he bombarded Cal's tongue and tonsils with his warm fertile spooge. He moaned and groaned there straddled on the chest of Captain Cal for several minutes squirming and gyrating his body as his stiff sweaty boner delivered a pleasurable high-protein mouthful.

Finally, grabbing the boy about the waist, Captain Cal lifted the kid off, and cuddled him in arms beside him. Nestled there against Cal's chest, Danny began to sniff the pungent aroma of the officer's pits. The scent dizzied him and sent blood rushing to his still semi-erect cock. With the workout they got hiking up the mountain and crossing the rocky terrain to get to this secluded site, they both were kinda sweaty. The pungent masculine aroma of the army officer's body served to make smolder and sizzle with sex.

The moon had risen triumphantly higher in the sky. It no longer merely projected shafts of moonlight through treetops on the mountain range across the lake, it now brightened the area like daylight around the tent, coquettishly peeking into the tent and shining generously across the two of them. Emboldened by the beckoning moonglow, Danny twisted around and his searching tongue soon found the thick, wet, scented tangled jungle of the Cal's armpits. The smell and the feel of the wet hairs on his tongue made him nuts with dizzying sexual excitement. He felt he could actually devour every scented inch of the handsome horny, army captain's body.

It was the first time for both males to explore the forbidden joys of homosexual sex. From that first time they'd laid eyes on the other, something unvoiced within both of them declared "he's the one". Both Calvin Nelson and Daniel Reynolds had always suppressed their occasional male-on-male sex urges all their lives. Not only due to religious beliefs and fear of being called fag, but also because they had never encountered a male to whom they were attracted to enough to take a risk at do-or-die exploring. That chance meeting ten days ago in Danny's living room had become a watershed moment for them both. Never ever talking about it, but both somehow knew that this awesome moment that they were now experiencing would soon come.

When Danny had his fill of the armpits, his wandering lips soon found the puckered paps of his military lover. Soon his tongue made a trip across the steel-hard stomach and once more found that huge, twitching, throbbing military cock that seemed to love having him love it. With those muscled arms propped behind his head, his sleepy, sexy, green eyes lustily regarded Danny's every move as he began to gently hump his huge meat up into the sweet lips of Danny Reynolds, again.

The teenager once again lost all inhibition and sexually savaged the stiff cock with all the wanton Dionysian passion of an ancient satyr. And before the army officer knew it -- before he even anticipated it -- an overmastering surge of lust hotly scattered throughout his whole body as he began violently slamming his body up into the teenager's throat as eruption after eruption of his bountiful sperm flooded that waiting mouth and throat. Sex with his wife Ellen had never ever been this damn good. In fact, he hadn't had sex with his wife in last five or six months. Perhaps that was the reason he had been able to climax so forcefully, and within 20 minutes of the first time he'd came. Diaam, Captain Cal suddenly felt like a teenager.

When Danny finished swallowing every drop of cum, licking every trace from the head and foreskin of the phallus, he eased up and nestled his head beneath Cal's chin. Throwing a leg across the man's thigh, Danny loudly sighed. Something within that sigh stirred the man deeply and he eased down to kiss the boy on the lips. Surprised, Danny returned the kiss. At which Cal began to force the kissing lips of the boys open so that his tongue could enter that sweet mouth to taste his own cum. The taste of his own cum upon the virginal lips of the teenage boy inspired the man to hungrily devour those lips for several happy moments. Finally the man eased back, looked deeply into the teenager's eyes, crushed his body even closer, and both fell asleep in that posture.

The sun's rays, fiercely beating upon the fabric of the tent, summoned them awake. They began to stir; both feeling the intense urge to relive their bladders. Captain Cal untangled himself from Danny, unzipped the mosquito netting and crawled out of the tent. Danny was close on his heels. They stepped into their boots and headed deeper amid the trees behind the tent. They stood there next to each other wildly spraying the weeds, tree trunks and bushes with an endless onslaught of piss. It seemed the pee was never going to stop flowing. Danny never once took his eyes away from that huge schlong, until Cal finally shook the final drops of piss from his love eye. Danny did likewise. Both were doing their utmost not to bring attention to their hard-ons.

Then, almost in a military tone, Captain Cal told Danny to put on his pants, gather some sticks to build a fire and make some coffee. Then said he would make some eggs and bacon. He went on to say that following breakfast, after they'd both had good dump in the woods and a bath in the lake, they'd be trekking for several miles up to Keegan's Pass at 0900 hours.

It seemed now to Danny, that with clothes on and without the moonlight, the army officer was different than he'd been last night; in fact it seemed as though last night had never even happened for him. But last nights happenings were still as clear as bell in Danny's mind, and he couldn't help touching and rubbing against Cal at every opportunity.

Later, as they traveled up the steep, craggy paths and trails, and over huge rocks and boulders, the teenager's mind remembered what lie beneath every line and crevice of Captain Cal's pants. But the army officer was all about business now and would cleverly steer Danny's attention back to the discipline of the hiking each time he hinted at sex.

It was an exhaustive 5-hour round trip up to the Pass, and as they finally arrived back down at the campsite around 2pm, Danny threw off his burdensome backpack and dropped to the ground with a loud "Whew!"

Throwing off his backpack as well, Cal moved up behind the boy, picked him up, carried him to the edge of the lake and jumped in with him. Surprised and elated that Captain Cal had ceased being an army officer and was back to being his military lover again, Danny's eager hands instantly went down in search of that huge lickin-stick of a cock.

"My baby has a one-track mind, doesn't he?" laughed Captain Cal, "Well, thank god for that!" he continued, as he pulled a bar of soap from out of nowhere.

Pulling off Danny's clothes he began to lather him up everywhere, getting rid of the five hours of grit, dust and grim he's collected during the morning jaunt. And much to Danny's exhilaration, he got to scrub every inch of the army officer's body, as well. However, he had scrubbed Cal's cock to the point of almost climaxing, that the man had to stop him.

"Let's take a nap, until YOU cook us dinner?" said Cal, pulling the naked boy from the lake, and leading him to the tent.

Inside the tent, Danny immediately scrambled for Captain Cal's cock, but he was rebuffed, and told they were going to take a nap. At which the army officer placed the teenager's head under his chin and nestled him in his arms. They are both in a state of roaring hard ons, and teenager Danny is totally nuts with lust. But Captain Cal is holding him at bay. Every time his hand reaches for the stiff throbbing military cock, Captain Cal smacks his hand away.

But all too soon the military man's resolve is dissolved. He simply cannot resist the insistent, smoldering charm of the handsome young man. Swiftly he grabs the kid around the waist and kisses him savagely, moaning and groaning hungrily. In a heartbeat Danny's hands were on the man's cock once again. He wanted to smell it again, he wanted to feel it again, and wanted to taste it deep inside his mouth again. He wanted to own it again. Removing himself from his participation in the kiss, Danny's lips began to quickly wander down to the man's chest, his nipples, his navel, and in a flash his tongue and nose were soon ravenously engaged in worshipping that awesome, quivering penis, once more.

Captain Calvin Nelson had no idea that his intimate bonding with Danny Reynolds would have been so effortless and reciprocal. But he now wanted to take it to another level, and wondered if Danny would be willing to travel that distance. He wondered if the teenager would be willing to allow him to plow hard, long and deep into that moist, tight, virginal hole.

As Danny voraciously sucked and drooled on his quivering rod, Cal pulled the kid around so that he could rest his hands on that cute little bubble butt. It was a dream come true for the man to have a masculine young butt in his face. His mind was heady with the intoxicating musk that the boy's body emitted. He felt his fellated cock getting ready to blast. Boldly he had the boy straddle his face and he was now staring dead on into the pink, taut little asshole of Danny Reynolds. Rapidly his fingers came up to toy and massage that tight little sphincter. The boy groaned and grunted and commenced to gyrate and tense his teenage butt. "Just relax" whispered the Army officer.

As Captain Cal continued to gently massage the taut sphincter, it began to relax, and the army officer slowly inserted a saliva-soaked finger into the hole. Danny released a loud guttural grunt around the cock in his mouth. The heat from that grunt steamed the man's meaty cock, and he too let go with a loud moan. Danny's stiff dick jerked wildly with every inward stroke that Cal's finger made. Danny's mouth was bringing the army officer closer and closer to climax. But Captain Cal had plans on exploding his juice into a deeper and hotter hole than a mouth this time. Reaching down, Cal lifted the boy's head off his cock, and tells him to lick and suck his balls for a while. He then continues to massage that sweet asshole.

He had thoughts of kissing and sucking that sweet little anal hole again, but guilt overtook him. He couldn't bring himself to do it while sober. Instead, he reached into a knapsack and pulls out a tube of KY. Removing the cap, he oozed some out onto his finger, then gently spreads it on Danny's expanding and contracting asshole.

"What was that?" exclaimed Danny, flinching.

Calming him down, Cal softly whispered that he was getting ready to make him a man, and that didn't he want to be completely possessed by an Iraqi war hero. The sound of that sent delicious shivers of excitement throughout the teenager's body. The Iraqi war hero then lay Danny down on his stomach across the sleeping bag, and began to squeeze, mould and massage the kid's bitchin' asscheeks. He was utterly mesmerized by them. He spread them with the fingers of his left hand and placed a generous portion of the KY on the lush pink sphincter. He lustily traced the opening of that quintessential hole with the tip of his finger before slowly sinking it inside. As the finger moved inside, Danny's clutching asshole gradually relaxed with each deeper insertion. There was a bit of pain, but he didn't want the army officer to think he was a wuss.

Finally he's relaxed enough to actually get into it and commenced to loudly moan with approval. At which Cal added a second finger. Ever so slowly Danny got used to the painful, two-finger sensation into his asshole. He was sure he wouldn't be able to take three fingers. But he did. Only now he was sweating bucket and it hurt like hell. But he kept quiet.

Captain Cal sensed that Danny was in pain, and he was trying to be as gentle as he could. Slowly he spread himself across Danny's back so that his breath was now right in Danny's ear. Following several minutes of kissing the boy's ear and whispering lewd conciliatory words into it, he removed his fingers from within that awesome asshole and wiped the fingers on his cock. Danny knew what was coming and instinctively he puckered up tight. Quickly Captain Cal slapped him hard on his butt and grunted "Relax!" As the boy slowly relaxed his sphincter, Cal lowered his body over the boy's hot, bubble butt, and that long steel-hard pole pressed scorchingly against the well-lubed boy-pussy. As slowly as he could the sex-possessed army officer inserted the first inch and a half of his cock into the liquid fire of the Danny Reynolds' sizzling anal chute.

Danny bit his lip and shouted out, "It hurts, man! It hurts! Pull it out! Please pull it out!"

Captain Cal's sex-seared brain didn't listen to the please. He pressed his full weight downwards, and another inch of his stiff meat slid past the sphincter. He had planned on allowing the kid to get used to the entry over a period of time. But it had been years since he'd been this aroused and he was hooked by the fierce lust that controlled him. He heard the young guy's pleadings and whimperings, but he just could not stop. I just felt too dammn good! He had every inch of his cock inside the boiling asshole within seconds.

Danny could hardly breathe with the full, sweaty, heated weight of the man on his back. The immense pain had tears streaming down his cheeks. His entire body dripped wet with perspiration. At the same time, his own cock was fully engorged and pressed between the sleeping bag and his lower belly. Again, his cock was so hard that Danny felt as though it just might break off. At the same time the pain in his asshole felt like a thick, hot poker had been inserted, and it was fucking the shit out of him. And he wasn't able to convince his army officer mentor to pull it the fuck out.

Then Captain Cal pulled up a little. That was all it took to make the teenage feel like he was passing the biggest turd he'd ever passed. The change was enough to reduce the pain. But when the man shoved his hips forward again, it caused him to release a loud and painful, "Oh!" Cal continued fucking him. He tried going just a little bit slower. He did have presence of mind to know that the kid was in pain, and he was trying to accommodate; but his own needs superceded that of the kid. Still, the slow methodical fucking had Danny enjoying the sensation of being fucked by the army officer. It felt pretty damn good. Everything was going smooth and fluidly until Cal got randy again and returned to fucking like a wild animal in musk. His breathing in Danny's ear grew louder and louder. And just as Cal was beginning to blast his juice into the boy's steamy ass, he bit the boy's ear, and then continued humping his tight, little ass. The copious amounts of spooge the man ejaculated made the boy's ass slippery. Cum was leaking out and dribbling down the kid's scrotum onto the sleeping bag. Danny felt that an ocean of goo had gathered under his balls. His own cock was being rubbed in the slippery overflow. Still groaning, Cal now rested on the kid's back until his cock went semi-limp and just slipped out of Danny's asshole with a plop. Cum was dripping from his juice-soaked schlong.

This time Cal had to take a piss afterward, and left the tent to go take a wiz. Danny lay there feeling like a telephone pole had been pulled out of his ass. He wasn't sure how to categorize what had happened, but despite all the pain, he had never felt closer to anyone in his life - and was elated that he had made Captain Cal happy. He lay there thinking when Cal came back, and the man pulled him atop his chest and held him tightly. Reaching down, Cal grasped the kid's erect cock and squeezed it several times until the juice of it shot everywhere, covering them both. Eventually he fell asleep listening to the army office snoring.

During the next few days up there in the mountains, in between trail-trekking rock-climbing, fishing, and other outdoor adventures, they spent many long hours getting to know each other, inside and out. On the last day, when they awoke and rolled out of the tent, Danny was walking straddle-legged like a cowboy who had been in the saddle for way too long. Captain Cal noticed this as the kid moved down toward the edge of the lake. Moving up behind him, and gripping him around the waist, he laughed and said, "Damn, boy, if you keep walking like that, when we get back home your parents are going to think I took you on a cattle drive, not an army field trip."

"Cattle drive or field trip, who cares? As long as they don't think you dragged me up here to Camp Fucks-a-Lot, we're cool, right?" teased Danny as he playfully splashes water on the army officer. The army officer quickly splashes water back on Danny. And before a bluebird can blink an eyelid the two are entwined in playful sex-wrestling right there on the edge of the lake -- and without doubt, army recruit Daniel "Danny" Reynolds is about to be ridden again by Captain Calvin "Cal" Nelson.