The Tijuana Bible Reader. Victor J. Banis
for a moment, trying desperately to take it all in one swallow, and then he gagged. Coughing, he pulled back.
“I can’t, Jack,” he murmured. “I—can’t.”
“Try it again, Phil,” Jack urged tensely. “You’ll get the hang of it.”
“I—I’m scared!”
“Here, I’ll fix it up for you,” Jack exclaimed eagerly. “Be ready to take it when it goes!”
Jack gripped his cock with one hand, holding his powerful balls with the other, and began to rub the rigid flesh rhythmically. Phil stared with fascination as the organ seemed to grow even longer and stiffer. Jack was breathing hard now, his body tense, his muscles jerking from time to time as the excitement increased within him.
“Get ready! Get down there, Phil!”
Drawn as though hypnotically, Phil crouched beside Jack, his eyes fixed on the hand racing rapidly up and down the inflamed organ. He saw the fingers of Jack’s other hand working over his convulsing balls, and he felt a pounding excitement welling up inside his own virile young body.
“Now!” Jack gasped. “Take it! Drink it down!”
For an instant, Phil’s world seemed to stand still. Before him he saw the handsome, naked youth lying on his back, legs spread, hips raised, rigid cock in his fingers. He heard Jack’s panting breath, saw his tense expression, felt something of the powerful excitement that was overwhelming this naked man. The thick cock stood rigid from the nest of dark hair like an iron rod topped with a flange that gleamed with hardness, and a trace of this liquid bubbled up from the well in the center of it.
“Suck on it, Phil!”
Phil dropped his face to Jack’s crotch, opening his mouth and accepting the quivering monster. His mind forgot the difficulty he had experienced before; now he thought only of consuming this trembling snake completely and drinking down its precious milk. He was only vaguely aware of the masculine body thrashing with passionate excitement, the hoarse breathing, the cries of pleasure. He felt only the wild stimulation of drawing the fiery pole into his throat, of rubbing his tongue over its throbbing length, of sucking deeply on its virility. Then in a confusion of passion and fury, of flesh and muscle, of darkness and light, the monster spit its first tremendous shower and followed it with another and another and another. Phil swallowed heavily, his lips dragging with an unending appetite at the source of the potent liquid.
“You’re tearing me apart,” Jack groaned weakly, falling back on the blanket.
Dazed, Phil felt an overwhelming reluctance fill him as the fierce giant in his throat began to weaken and grow soft. Numbly he drew away and sprawled beside Jack, caressing his sweat-streaked nakedness.
“Lemme rest a little,” Jack murmured. “Then we’ll do it again—both of us. I’ll teach you to be the best damn cocksucker in the Navy before we’re done!”
ACT II
Phil was young and virile. The giant had tormented him when he did not understand the power and pleasure it contained, but now it demanded more and more of the treatment that would fill it with fire, make it throb with strength, bring the liquid boiling up through its potent length. Jack had taught him this pleasure and the pleasure of accepting another man’s satisfaction. Jack had introduced him to the inner world of dimly lit bars and dark streets, the eager-eyed young men, the places and means of meeting those who would gladly ease the giant’s yearnings. Jack had been an able teacher and Phil a willing pupil.
Now a new teacher was ready with a new lesson....
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“Stand right there, Phil—where I can see you.”
Phil stood in the center of the darkened bedroom stripped to the waist. Enough light came through the windows so that he could make out every line of the naked man’s body resting on the bed. Ted was twenty-nine, fairly tall and slim. His features were neat, friendly, and his body was sleekly muscled. He watched Phil with a keen gaze and gently stroked the relaxed meat hanging from his hair-filled crotch.
“C’mon, drop your pants, sailor.”
Phil grinned at Ted and began to unfasten his trousers. Ted knew the score; Ted would show him a good time! He drew his pants off over his ankles and carefully folded them on the chair.
“You’ve got a beautiful build,” Ted smiled. “You remind me of another sailor I knew. Only he was more innocent. I was the first one to brown him.” He chuckled, massaging his dick steadily. “I bet you like being browned—you’re nice and athletic.”
Ted used a lot of phrases Phil didn’t understand. “Sometimes,” he shrugged noncommittally.
“You sailors are all alike,” Ted chuckled. “I bet they bring you out with a piece of soap in the shower!” He moistened his lips with his tongue slowly. “Drop your shorts, Phil. I want to see all of it.”
Phil paused for a moment, rubbing his fingers over the blond peach-fuzz on his chest; Jack said that hair showed he was a man. He let his eyes drop to the meat now rising firm and hard between Ted’s fingers, and he felt a slight disappointment; he had thought there would be more. Then Phil ripped open his skivvies and pushed them down from his slim waist, roughing his fingers over his genitals. His cock dropped free and heavy, already anticipating the excitement to come, but not yet hard. Beneath it he could feel the strength of his handsome balls, and he smiled proudly.
“Beautiful!” Ted exclaimed softly. “I want to see it get hard! Bring it here and I’ll play with it. I’ll make that big bastard stand up and fire!”
Eagerly Phil approached the bed, and Ted sat up, reaching out to grasp the young sailor’s dick and pull it toward his waiting mouth. Phil knelt straddling Ted’s legs and felt the hungry lips close about his cock. Ted worked over the firm flesh with his tongue strongly until it grew solid and hard, and then he threw his head back and took it completely. Phil gripped the man’s head, holding it in place firmly as he drove his organ downward into Ted’s warm throat. Then, pleased at the ease with which Ted took it, Phil released him and drew away, settling back with a smile.
“Like that, Ted?”
“Shit, I’m as excited as a virgin in a daisy chain!” He lay back and held his arms up to Phil. “C’mere, honey.” Phil fell forward on top of the naked man and they embraced, each pressing his body eagerly to the other’s. “You magnificent bastard! I’m going to have you until you can’t walk!” Ted’s hands massaged Phil’s muscle-ridged back strongly, working down slowly to his waist hips, his slim, tight-curved cheeks. “What an ass!” he sighed. “It’s so tight, Phil—I can feel what it’ll be like already!”
Eagerly, Ted forced Phil over on his back, falling on him heavily. Phil felt Ted’s lips pressed against his own, and then Ted’s hot tongue was driving like a spear-head into his mouth. The man’s nakedness was pressing down on the youth, and Phil felt the growing excitement of the sensuous lips and the probing tongue. For the first time he was experiencing this act and finding it pleasant. Then Ted was pulling free.
“You like to French, don’t you?” Ted murmured with a smile, falling on his back beside Phil.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Phil grinned, running one hand over the man’s mature body.
“What else do you like?”
Phil grasped Ted’s cock and placed it upright against his own as he sprawled on top of him. “I dunno—what do you suggest?”
Ted wrapped his arms about the youth and chuckled. “I want to lay you on your back and French you all over. And every time you get hard, I want to take it.” He ran his hands down over Phil’s strong back. “I want to do you ‘til you’re worn out.” He rubbed his palms over the young sailor’s trim cheeks and felt them tense. “Then I want to brown you!” Ted smeared his fingers across his mouth quickly, covering them with spit and then working them deep into Phil’s ass. “You’ve got a real tight one,