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The Supply Room

Just me and the supply sergeant worked in the supply room. One afternoon he had to go to a meeting. He said, clean up the supply room and you can take off early.

When I was cleaning up I got the urge. I finished cleaning up and then I locked the door to the supply room from the inside. I took off my boots, I leaned back in the supply sergeant's swivel chair, I dropped my fatigue pants to my ankles and I started in working my dick.

I worked up to where I was almost ready to shoot my wad and then I backed off. I did this a few times. I was just about to let go, when the door opened and the supply sergeant walked in. His meeting was canceled and of course he had a key to the door.

There I was with my pants around my ankles and my dick in my fist. I said to myself, oh shit, my ass is grass now.

My dick went limp right away and I bent down to pull up my pants but I couldn't bear to look up at the supply sargent right away. I stayed bent over like that for a minute or so.

When I looked up I couldn't believe my eyes. There was sarge, his pants were open and he was pounding away on a huge bone.

Right away my dick went hard again. I grabbed it and me and sarge finished off together.

After that we had j.o. almost every day.


Posted on: 2003-07-05 00:00:00 | Author: