I wasn't prepared for the man that approached Rance with a giant smile and outstretched arms. He was big. Bigger than Rance both in height and weight.... He was also black. He walked with a slight limp, but not with what I always thought of as the characteristic gait of a man with an artificial leg.The other thing I noticed was how he was dressed. Neat, pressed, almost military in his presence. I guess that shouldn't have been a surprise. When they had finished almost crushing each other in. Ross helped me remove the pair of shorts he borrowed from me to sleep in. I grabbed his bone. It was smaller than mine but just as hard. I hadn't gone flaccid after I came as this experience was so incredibly exciting. As he lay on his back, I jacked him off. I wanted to suck him, but didn't have the courage. I stroked him, explored around his tight sack, and stroked him some more. I was on my side staring at him in the dark. I couldn't see a thing and wished the lights had been left on. He. Dinner -- our jointly prepared dinner -- was a triumph, and we decided we would do it again, very soon, and next time, invite Herm and Betsy over to enjoy it with us.Not tonight, however. Tonight was ours alone."Want to watch a movie?" Shirley asked me. She had admired my big-screen television set on more than one occasion, and teased me about the perks associated with being an unmarried man with a reasonably high income."I don't have much of a collection of titles," I said. "I don't suppose. I let out a huge sigh when I felt that he was balls deep. Sergeant Major Dunster pulled back and thrust into me again. A few more thrusts later, and I became used to the wonderful intrusion in my body. I glanced sideways to see how Colonel Jefferson was getting on. My eyes opened wide and I let out a huge gasp. I looked forward at the headboard of the bed and closed my eyes. I panted, wondering how the fuck I was going to take his cock; and it wasn’t even fucking hard. I yanked my head back.