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First of all...I didn't write any of these stories.  My collection of stories come from places I've visited over the years.  
I tried to sort out all the incomplete and straight stories.  If a few got past me, my apologies.

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Subject: Airborne Ranger M/M, military muscle
From: bigjake003@aol.com (BigJake003)

I had been looking forward to the conference for some time.  I was doing
some classified work for the Army and this was my chance to get together
with other contractors to discuss the overall project.  The conference was
also being held at one of favorite places;  an unusual military
installation near the ocean.  It wasn't a large base and there were seldom
more than 40 - 50 people on base at any one time.  The place was a mix of
conference center and training grounds.  While technical folk like myself
might be gathering in the meeting rooms, various military units would be
training at locations around the base.  Of course we were never told what
they were training for, we were just told to stay out of their way and
especially to stay out of the woods.

The first day of the conference was fascinating and I learned an awful lot
about the project.  After we broke up for the day, we went to the bar on
the base where we could continue our discussions informally while drinking
cheap beer and playing darts or pool.  We were soon joined by a company of
Airborne Rangers who were training at the base.  This was one of the
reasons I loved the place; I got to be close to these macho military guys
in a casual atmosphere.  They would never tell us what they were doing,
but were usually quite friendly and willing to join in conversation and
games.

This bunch was especially fine.  I always enjoyed the sight of these
hard-bodied young men.  Their air of self confidence added to their
appeal.  I managed to talk to a few of them and even played a game of
8-ball with Ken, probably the best looking of the lot.  He had brought his
own pool cue and I commented on it saying, "Nice stick you got there."

"Thanks," he smiled, "the ladies all like it."

"I'm sure they do!" I shot back.  I had to be careful.  I didn't want to
be too blatant about my lust for this hot military muscle.  They were
trained to kill with their fingertips.  Silently.

We finished our game and went our separate ways.  I had never made a
serious play for one of these guys and I wasn't going to start now.  The
scene could get extremely ugly.

The base had a small cafeteria open only a short time for dinner.  I sat
with my fellow conferees but managed to find a seat with a view of the
Rangers.  I didn't take part in much of the conversation as I watched
those young guys joke and laugh through dinner.  They ate like horses,
indicating that their training on the base was pretty strenuous.

After dinner I went to the small but well equipped gym on base.  I was
surprised to find myself alone there.  It was a leg day, so I concentrated
on quads and hamstrings as well as lower back and abs.  I'm 6'2" and 210
pounds and pretty solid.  I'm especially proud of my strong legs.  After
working out a while, I heard the door open and someone walk over to the
weights.  It was Ken and he started into a pretty vigorous upper body
workout.  He was wearing military issue shorts and T-shirt which really
showed off his impressive body.  He wasn't huge, probably 5'8" and 180
lbs, but was obviously muscled and extremely fit.  I watched him benching
and curling out of the corner of my eye, trying to not be too obvious.

I decided to break my legs-only routine and went over to do a couple of
sets on the bench press.  "Mind spotting me?" I asked Ken.

"No problem," he replied.  I loved the sight of him looking down on me as
I lifted.  I looked over his flat stomach passed his hard pecs into that
handsome face.  My nose was inches from his crotch and I got the
unmistakable aroma of his musk.

I finished my set and asked him if he wanted me to spot him.  "No thanks,"
he replied.  "No one to spot you in the real world."  With that he began
his set.  He did not fool around.  He was lifting a good 250 pounds and
when he reached the limit, he pushed out one more rep with huge
determination.  This guy was really sure of himself.  I did another couple
of sets and then went and finished my leg workout.

There was no locker room at the little gym, but there was a hot tub tucked
away in an alcove.  I went over to the tub, stripped to my jock and got
in, sitting so I could watch Ken finish his workout.  He certainly had the
concentration and paused little between sets.  He seemed to finish up just
a few minutes later and I was surprised when he came over to the tub.
"They really ran us today.  I need this to loosen these legs up," he said.
 Without waiting for a response, he stripped completely naked and stepped
into the tub.  I was glad I still had my jock on, because there was no way
my cock could stay soft with the sight of this hard body lowering himself
into the tub across from me.

"You work out pretty intensely," I said, letting my tone indicate how
impressed I was.

"Thanks, it's not worth doing if you don't do it right."

"I like your confidence."

"Confidence?  Yeah, I guess that's it.  I usually know what I want."  He
sat back and looked around the gym as if to check if anyone else was
around.  He looked back at me, took my measure and said, "And right now I
know exactly what I want."

With that he stood up and moved toward me.  His cock had gone half hard
and within a second he had grabbed me behind the neck and forced my face
to his crotch.  Swinging before my eyes was one of the hunkiest cocks I
had ever seen, framed by hard muscular thighs.  The power and finesse of
his hands were apparent; there was no arguing with him.  I drank in the
scent of his crotch.  First was the chlorine of the tub, but then the
muskiness of his balls came through.  I flicked my tongue on the underside
of his balls as his cock rose to point skyward.  "Suck it," he said with a
growl.  There was nothing else to do but obey, and nothing else I wanted
to do more.  I greedily took the length of his cock, enjoying the feel and
the thickness and the warmth.  He tilted his head back in obvious
pleasure.

I grabbed his balls in my hand and concentrated my tongue on the underside
of his rock hard shaft.  "Yeah, let me fuck that pretty mouth," he moaned.
 "Take it all, slut!"  I obeyed and ground my nose into his curly hairs.
He wrapped his powerful hands around my head and slid his cock in and out
of my mouth.  "Suck it... suck it... suck it..." he said in time to his
strokes.  "Fuck, you civilian sluts know how to suck cock.  Better than my
girlfriend."  I gave his low hanging balls a gentle squeeze and his hands
fell from my head to my wide shoulders.  He felt the muscles there and
then palmed my hard pecs, running his hands through the hair he found
there.  I rewarded him with long slow strokes on his cock with my lips
accompanied by furious tongue action.  I could feel his balls retracting
in his sac and eased off on my attack, keeping him from reaching the
brink.

"Let me see your cock," he said.  Without removing my tongue from that
hard shaft, I did as I was told.  I sat up on the edge of the tub and
slipped my jock off so that Ken could get a good look at my fat cock.
"Stroke it," he said.  I grabbed my cock with my left hand and Ken's with
my right, matching rhythms.  My tongue explored his flat hairy stomach and
traced a line down to his balls.  I took them in my mouth and rolled them
around, enjoying the warmth and feel and smell.

"Shit, you're even better than my Ranger buddies!"

That image was one that really got me going.  I sucked on the hard purple
head of his cock while my fist was a blur on his shaft.  "Slow down, slut,
I want to watch you cum first," he ordered.  I eased off his cock and
stuck my nose in that musky area beside his balls.  His cock rubbed
against my ear as I stroked my meat for all it was worth.  "Yeah, let me
see you shoot," he snarled while his fingers pinched my nipples hard.  I
pulled back from his crotch and stared at that bulky military body.  Five
long fast strokes later I reached the point of no return.  I stopped
stroking and held my cock tight at the base.  With my free hand, I gently
stroked the shaft and felt the cum boil along its length.  The first shot
hit Ken in the thigh.  The second arced between his legs and landed in the
water.  The Ranger's cock twitched as he moaned in appreciation.

As the last of my cum dribbled from my spent cock, I grabbed his thick
shaft in my hand and went after the underside of his cock head with my
tongue.  "Aw fuck, I'm gonna cum down your throat, you fucking faggot
civilian slut!"  His hands gently caressing my chest betrayed his true
feelings.  I took his cock all the way in as his balls pulled up and
released their hot load.  His cock spasmed in my mouth as it pumped out
his delicious cum.

I kept his cock in my mouth as I worked every last drop of cum up his
shaft and out the slit.  His cum was about the sweetest I had ever tasted.
 His hands gently rubbed my buzz cut, encouraging me to continue.  When no
more sweet liquid was left, I let his half hard cock pop from my mouth.  I
stared at it, enjoying the way it gracefully hung over his balls.

"You like it, don't you? he asked.

"Damn straight!" came my reply as my hands ran over his thighs.  "You must
have lots of fun with your Ranger buddies."

"Hey, don't ask, don't tell!"  he said with a wink.


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