How not to look at your Captain #113
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How not to look at your Captain #113
Sometimes you just have to get down and dirty. This was one of those times.
He only came back to change, but I figured while he had his pants off, I may as well make myself useful.
In the end, he was glad he came, and so was I.
(yes that meant what you think it did)
Officer: “We still on for noon?”
Me: “Absolutely”.
Like clockwork, he and a couple of his buds stopped by for a little R&R, that’s ride and release, which is exactly what it sounds like.
They take turns to unzip, mount my face, and ride my mouth until they release balls deep and make me swallow their sweet loads, pulling out clean, and zipping up, before heading back out of duty, heads cleared, balls lightened, and satisfyingly de-stressed.
They needed that and will be back tomorrow with a fresh batch of ball brew.
They’re gonna stop by later for a mid-shift pump and dump.
Can’t wait.
Left: “You free now? My buddy and I need some relief.”
Me: “Sure now works!”
Well they were already here, horny, and looking to unload, so I lead them inside, closed the door and got on my knees with my mouth open, and let them simply unzip and take turns riding my mouth to release, unloading balls deep, while firmly holding my head down and making me swallow every last drop of their ball juice.
No sooner had one finished depositing his dick dew, than his bud was in my barely empty mouth, before I could even catch my breath, repeatedly ramming his fucking rod until release.
When they were both done, they just zipped up and said “thanks buddy, we needed that, see you next week”, as they headed out for their Friday afternoon shift.
Sometimes a pump and dump is all they need to get them through the day. This was one of those times.
He’s waiting for his relief . . . and that’s not the Officer who’s gonna take his spot. It’s the guy who’s gonna get on his knees, undo his fly, go down on him, and relieve him of his ball brew. That’s the only relief he needs, and I was on my way to provide it.
He’s on his way over to get some much needed lunchtime relief. He just walked in, unzipped, and made me service him to completion. No small talk, no negotiation, no two-second warning. He just used my mouth to relieve his shift stress, nutting balls deep, while holding my head down, and making me swallow his salty spew.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.