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from another throat. “I can’t take it!”

      “You’ve already got it, baby,” Bob said hoarsely, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. “I told you it’d be easy. Grit your teeth and hang on!”

      Bob drew his hips back until the head of his cock almost slipped from Phil’s tight asshole. Then he drove it forward again, drew it back, thrust it forward. Phil felt the fury, the passion, the body smashing down on him, pinning him to the firm mattress; he heard the man’s panting breath, the groans of desire; he saw the world spin before his eyes, flames licking at his brain, brilliant colors bursting in the darkness that closed about him. From far off, Phil heard a voice, choked, straining, begging for it to stop, and he realized vaguely that it was his own voice.

      “All the way, baby!” Bob cried, oblivious of Phil’s begging. “Give it to me!” He wrapped his arms about Phil’s waist, jerking the youth’s hips high into the air and driving his trembling dick into the hot, slippery ass for the final time. “Take it, goddamnit—take it!”

      Then it was over. Bob lay heavily on top of Phil, breathing hard, sweat-beads forming between his shoulder blades and dripping down his back. At last, his heart ceased its mad pounding, his breathing slowed to normal, his cock softened between the young sailor’s cheeks.

      “That’s okay, kid,” he said gently, rubbing his hands over Phil’s shoulders and arms. “We’ll just lie here like this for a little while. Lie here like this with my dong still inside you. And when it gets hard again, I’ll roll you over on your back and let you try it that way. And after that....” He sighed. “You’ll get the full treatment tonight, Phil!”

      EPILOGUE

      The lessons had been learned, each in its own time. Hesitantly at first, then with more and more confidence, the youth had put his training to use, taking what he wanted, offering what he wished. Slowly he had learned what he liked and what he didn’t like, how to get what he wanted to get and not give what he didn’t want to give. Where he had once feared the demanding giant at his groin, now he felt its virile strength proudly, knowing the many forms of satisfaction it could give him.

      And so youth gave way to manhood, and student became teacher....

      * * * *

      Phil stood on the beach stripped to the waist, tight-binding Levi’s hanging low on his hips. The night was dark but he could see the restless surf wash against the sand in endless motion. He rubbed one hand over the soft blond hair curling over his broad full chest, and he grinned, thinking of the first time he had come here....

      That was three years ago, and he had been young and innocent as he had lain naked on the blanket and allowed Jack to drink down the fire that burned so hotly between his legs. He chuckled softly as he thought of his first fumbling attempts to give Jack the same satisfaction that night, and of the other men on whom he had practiced and become proficient. He thought of the delights in discovering new methods, new experiences with each new partner. He remembered warmly the words of praise for his handsome face, his powerful body, his massive genitals. And he smiled as he thought how willing these men had been to do whatever he wanted.

      Ted had been willing. He had talked rough and demanding, but he had given himself to Phil in a way that the sailor had not then experienced before. With that experience came an irresistible need for repeating it—again and again—with many men, willing and unwilling.

      Phil himself had been unwilling when Bob first forced him into accepting this same act. But here too, he had learned and learned well.

      Phil sucked in a deep breath. He was no longer the slim, lithe youth with innocent eyes, smooth chest and loins aching for unknown experiences. His features had grown strong, handsome, mature, and his body was solidly muscled and ruggedly developed. Proudly he let one hand find the bulging crotch of his Levi’s and feel the powerful warmth beneath the coarse cloth. He’d come a long way in three years!

      Phil turned and sauntered slowly to the large blanket spread on the sand. Walt, a husky sailor several years younger than Phil, lay there on his back. Shirtless, a light growth of dark hair shadowed his high-curved chest and made a soft trail down over his belly, disappearing beneath his Levi’s. His black hair was short-cut, his features neat and youthful, and he showed his even, white teeth as he smiled at Phil.

      “Want another round, Phil?” he asked, offering the half-empty pint bottle.

      Phil grunted and drank deeply. Then he returned the bottle to the youth and fell on the blanket beside him. “Good beach, huh? Good and private.”

      “Great! Hey, thanks for loaning me these civvies. I haven’t been out of uniform since I joined up last fall!”

      Phil grinned. “You’re just getting started, and I’m almost out. Two weeks to go!”

      “Gees!” Walt rolled on his side toward Phil. “Are you going to miss the Navy?”

      “I dunno. I’ve learned a lot in the last four years.” He smiled at the athletic young sailor beside him. “You’ll learn a lot too.”

      Walt took another deep swallow from the bottle and lay back, staring into the darkness overhead. “You’re a good guy, Phil. I’m going to miss you.”

      Phil looked down at the half-naked youth and smiled. The night air was invigorating and he had drunk enough to feel pleasantly relaxed, and the young sailor was quite attractive. “You’re a good guy too, Walt.” With seeming carelessness, he placed one hand on the boy’s firm warm chest, letting his fingers caress the soft, dark hair and the wide, flat nipples. “You look pretty rugged, too.” His hand moved down over the taut, hard stomach. “You sure fill those Levi’s!” Phil placed his hand firmly on Walt’s crotch, feeling the solid bulge beneath his fingers. “Not much room for growth, huh?” He dug his fingers into the warm flesh beneath the cloth and felt the rising potency.

      Walt laughed softly, excitement tinged with nervousness. “Take it easy, Phil. You’ll get it hard doing that!”

      “I’m not worried,” Phil murmured with pleasure as he felt the youth’s cock stretch down along his thigh beneath his Levi’s. “I’ll show you how to take care of it.”

      “You mean like palming it off?” Walt asked with a shy grin. “Hell, I already know about that!”

      “I know something lots better.” Gently, insistently, Phil worked his fingers between the metal buttons along the trousers’ fly. He knew Walt had not worn shorts tonight—he’d talked him into that himself—and now his fingers touched the warm, bare flesh and the crisp pubic hairs. After a moment, he began to unfasten the buttons. “Just lie back and relax, buddy.”

      “Hey!” Walt moved to cover his fly with his hand, then pulled it away slowly as he felt his trousers laid open and his genitals pulled free. He closed his eyes as Phil’s fingers grasped his balls, investigating their firm slipperiness gently, and then closed about his thick, rigid cock, massaging it slowly, steadily. “Criminie, Phil!” he breathed.

      Phil stared down at the hearty piece of meat in his hand, rising stiff and straight like a virile young soldier snapping to attention. He felt the growing surge of excitement between his own legs, and he dropped his mouth to the tense organ waiting for him.

      Walt gave a stifled cry of surprise as the strong lips found his dick. Then the moist tongue was rubbing over it hotly and his whole body reacted to the fire it brought. Phil consumed the rigid cock completely, drawing it deep into his throat and urging its climax steadily. His hands caressed the youth’s hips, his abdomen, his chest, and then Phil drew back and sat up suddenly. Breathing hard with excitement, he grasped Walt’s Levi’s and tore them down off his legs. Now the sailor lay before him, young and virile and athletic. And ready!

      Walt twisted about on the blanket, frantic with excitement as Phil’s lips found his throbbing cock once more, dragging from its depths the furious explosion of thick, creamy liquid at last.

      Phil heard the youth’s breathless exclamations of satisfied pleasure. He sat back on his haunches

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