First one finger, then two; he said, “Wow, I bet you can take three now!” and with that, he pulled his fingers out and drove all three fingers in. He said, “Take another hit off the popper, then we’ll begin your education.” I reached over and grabbed the Vick’s popper thing and took a good hit. I parked on 5th Avenue and started walking to the first bar I saw. “Take another snort” he said. I could tell he was starting to appreciate my efforts because he smiled up at me and moved his hands to my hips to guide the tempo. He took the bottle, turned out to be lube, and liberally greased up his fingers and he started pushing the lube into my hole. I was about 22 years old, stationed at Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage, Alaska. I would roll forward to lift my hips high enough, so his mushroom head was just starting to crown then slam back down burying his cock balls deep. I started hunching back and forth for a few strokes then back to a slow up and down.
