"Kent's usually impassive voice shook as his lean body jerked forward, cock impaled in soldier-throat to the root."
"He fucked his own mouth that way, fingers kneading hot sergeant ass-globes, hands pushing hips forward, cock driving in and out of his smacking lips."
"A geyser of spunk erupted from the spit-wet tool. The nut-cream rocketed out of the straining slit, landing on Randy's cheeks, chin, lips, nose, forehead, and helmet."
"He gulped for air, inhaling the rank stink of cum, and taking the opportunity to ram and twist his fingertip deep into the heated confines of his sergeant's palpitating asshole."
"You mean it, Sir? I can take a crack at your hot butt?"
"You want to get my hole ready for cock? Get munchin', Private."
"He buried his face in that deep butt valley, spreading it with his tanned hands, amber against cream. His stubbled cheeks rubbed against hairless flesh as he thrust his tongue out in search of officer hole. He found it."
"He slobbered all over the smooth crack, rubbing his dimpled chin in the goo, burying his big nose in the hairless valley and breathing in the scent."
"The spit-wet hole convulsed, oozing and dribbling."
"The broad helmet of his cock mashed against slippery butthole."
"He felt like his cock was thrusting between a heated vise. At first the officer's hole had parted and yielded to the drive of soldier tool, then it had seized with clamping asslips and churning gut-tunnel."
"He stared down at the pale skin, flushed and sweaty now, the crack pulled wide open, the pink hole oozing spit, the swollen rim pouting outward as his long shaft slowly withdrew, the flared helmet appearing to stretch open that tender buttmouth, then just as he almost withdrew, reversed direction and ever so steadily fed the purple meat right back in."
"Kent grunted as Randy's balls met his sweaty ass and the flared cock-helmet rooted deep inside him."
"His orgasm hit him like a kick to the nuts. He yanked his cock out of that churning fuck-hole and let loose. Randy's long pole jerked against the officer's white crack, the flared helmet spurting creamy spunk all over the sweaty mounds."
Between Shots Fired -- Jay Starre (Hot Rods)