Straight Military Friend (CHAPTER 19) (Patreon)

Ah… the 18th arrondissement town hall.

It has a particularly beautiful entrance hall. It almost looks like a train station, or even one of those dreamy 19th-century thermal baths in Hungary. Something luxurious, with tiled floors and ceramic tiling everywhere.

I arrived early so I could grab a good spot for the concert, so I was one of the first people to line up in front of the doors to the wedding hall, where the big concert was going to take place.

It was a major event that evening: the army was celebrating the November 11, 1918 armistice. Nothing unusual, you might say, but this time it was the 100th anniversary of the event, and I could see from the schedule that the evening was going to be packed! There was going to be more than five hours of concerts, with breaks, of course, but overall more than a dozen major works were going to be performed, by several French composers.

And what about my military men? Well, as army musicians, they were obviously involved in performing some of the pieces. Ivan had sent me the program beforehand, and had even briefed me on one particular subject:

Jax, Kyllian, and especially Ivan himself were very eager to make use of me before, during, and after the concert.

I’d obviously agreed. The prospect of being stuffed by these horny men throughout the entire evening was too good to pass up.

When I reached the doors to the hall, I was asked for my ticket. I handed over an invitation Ivan had given me, which even gave me access backstage.

The man pointed me toward the entrance I could use.

Perfect.

It was 5 p.m. The opening ceremony was scheduled for 6, so I had plenty of time to get ready and meet up with my little team of military men.

I went through several increasingly less luxurious doors until I found myself in a somewhat dark corridor where instruments were being stored. Then I recognized the booming voice and deep laughter of one of my former classmates.

My Russian buddy, who quickly waved at me:

“Oh! Well, look who’s here! Little buddy’s arrived, Jax.”

I walked over, a little tense, I have to admit. Ivan looked great in his concert uniform: a dark, elegant suit that really showed off his imposing arms. Jax was also very good looking in them.

“Hey guys.”

“You’re early, perfect.” The smile on Ivan’s face quickly spread to the guy right beside him, who was opening his instrument case. “Look, our future national slut has arrived.”

“Mons… uh, I mean, ma’am.”

Jax gave me an affectionate wink before pulling out a beautiful golden trumpet. “Gotta say, though, you’re definitely less of a turn-on as a guy.”

Jax and Ivan burst out laughing. I have to admit, it made me laugh too. They weren’t very used to seeing me dressed as a guy anymore. Especially Jax.

“So… when is Meg joining us?” Ivan asked with a knowing look. “We’re expecting her tonight.”

“Yeah, I hope she’s ready to suck some military dick. Big night comin'.”

“Yeah. Well she won’t be long. Where can I get changed? Is there a bathroom around here?” I asked, looking around.

Even though I enjoyed dressing up a little to satisfy the urges of my favorite military men, I wasn’t at the point where I would dress as a woman out in public and go out casually. Not my type of thing.

Ivan placed a hand on my waist, as if he were inviting his girlfriend to use the bathroom at his place:

“At the end of the corridor. And no worries, I found the perfect room for us tonight.”

“Ivan tested the acoustics, too. Meg will be able to hear the music throughout the whole concert, and we’ll come see her from time to time so we can have some fun.”

Jax was very proud to explain the plan he and Ivan had come up with. I had to admit, they’d thought everything through pretty well.

“Perfect.” I said, my cheeks already a little flushed at the prospect of the evening. "See ya then."

I headed toward the end of the corridor, holding tightly onto my bag, where I’d kept my black stockings, my very feminine thong, my makeup, my wig... in short, everything I needed to transform myself into “Meg,” or any other porn actress they might enjoy…

Or Alice, the wife of my dear Kyllian.

Actually, I turned around just before entering the bathroom:

“Where’s Kyllian by the way?”

“Getting impatient, slut?” Ivan asked with a huge smile. "He won’t be long. Don’t worry. I think he really enjoyed your little sessions when we were on tour with Jax.”

Jax couldn’t help letting out a teasing laugh:

“Yep, man. Poor Kyky wasn’t ready for such a good pussy, I think. Even though he’ll never admit it in front of us, you could tell he had a blast.”

Hmm, perfect.

That’s good to hear.

When I came out of the bathroom, I suddenly felt tiny, as though I’d shrunk in the wash, even though my women’s shoes had a slight lift to them (I wouldn’t have been able to walk in high heels).

Ivan’s eyes lit up when he saw me come out of the bathroom, and he led me to a small storage room. It was a room where people had clearly been storing instruments for quite some time.

“Here, I left some towels to the side.” He said, studying me. “Did you bring the gel?”

“Of course.” Given what was waiting for me, it was important to be careful. “Condoms too, by the way.”

“Tsk, if you want, but they’re not for me.” My Russian friend chuckled, giving me a little slap on the ass as though it were nothing. “You ready?”

I nodded, putting my things down in a corner of the room.

When I turned back toward Ivan, he was undoing his fly.

The guy didn’t waste any time!

“Okay. We’ve got about ten minutes before we have to leave for the start of the ceremony. A little magical blowjob?”

I smiled.

“At your service, sir.”

“Call me Corporal, slut. That’s my rank here.”

I got down on my knees, nodding in agreement.

“Yes, Corporal.”

“Good. Now suck.”

For a moment, I remained motionless, anxiety and uncertainty growing.

“What about the door?”

“Don’t worry, girl. Jax is joining us in a minute.”

I didn’t dare ask any more questions, but the possibility of someone else walking in was very real! After all, it was a storage room full of instruments on the evening of a major concert! Sure, it looked like it hadn’t been used in quite some time, but there was still a risk.

If someone came in, Ivan and his friends would probably be kicked out on the spot, or even discharged from the army for good.

“Just the buttons on my underwear. No time for the rest. And be careful, I don’t want any marks on the suit. Thaht would be a pain in the ass to replace.”

Oh boy, this was going to be complicated.

So I pulled Ivan’s cock out through both the fly of his dress trousers and his military underwear (fortunately, it was fairly loose).

“Come on, artist. Time to take the stage.” He said, placing a hand on my blonde wig. “This stuff really suits you. You’d almost think I’d paid for an escort for tonight.”

“That’s pretty much it, man!” Jax added.

Fuck, I didn’t even hear him coming!

The most muscular of the three military men had just closed the door, as quietly as he had entered.

“Oh, man! You got here just in time for the first blowjob of the evening!”

“You didn’t wait for me, bastard!” Jax quickly came over to us, positioning himself right beside his military buddy. “So, getting hungry, my little gourmet?”

I hurriedly repeated the process of freeing Jax’s cock from his trousers. It was even harder to get out because his fairly thick cock had trouble making it through the layers of fabric.

“Get my balls out too, bitch.” He said. “I love it when she licks them.”

“She really does give the best ball baths, no question about it.” Ivan agreed.

They were incredibly exciting when they talked about my skills like that, as if I wasn’t one of them. As if I wasn’t their friend anymore, but their toy for the evening.

Once I was finished, I got to admire two beautiful hanging cocks belonging to my military men: Jax’s, still thick and hairy, darker and more veiny than Ivan’s, longer, with shaved balls and a large, glistening head.

Mmm...

The evening was shaping up to be magnificent.

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I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward, my blond hair brushing against his thighs, and wrapped my lips around the head of Ivan’s cock first. I groaned into him, swirling my tongue around the crown before sliding him deep, deep enough so that the glans was teasing my uvula.

Even after all those times, it’s still a struggle to fit him back there.

I withdrew and took Jax in my mouth next, not wanting any of them to be jealous. Both of those studs deserved to be serviced.

I used every trick I knew, creating a tight, vacuum-like suction that made Jax let out a sharp, guttural hiss. As I worked my way down, I reached beneath him, my tongue darting out to lavishly bathe his balls, licking them clean with rhythmic, wet strokes :

"Fuck, girl throat is on point tonight," Jax gasped, his hands gripping my shoulders, digging into the fabric of my bra.

"Yup bro. Incredible."

"I swear, better than any girl I've ever been with. The way she swallows... so fucking thirsty for that cock."

As Jax was getting already pretty pent up, I smoothly shifted. I slid off him with a wet pop and turned my attention to Ivan. He was already hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his uniform. I looked up at him through my lashes, a playful, submissive glint in my eyes, before opening wide and taking him in back.

Ivan was so much harder to deepthroat, but since he was more aggressive, he began to actually help me take more of his cock. As I slid him into my mouth, I felt the head of his cock hit the tight entrance of my throat, he pushed harder, triggering a slight, involuntary gag.

I didn't pull away though; instead, I leaned into it, pushing further, letting him feel the tight squeeze of my esophagus. I loved the feeling of being filled to capacity, the sensation of his length stretching my neck.

"Fuuuck hell. That's it, you little slut," Ivan groaned, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Always the best feeling man. That throat fighting me is just the best."

Suddenly, Ivan bucked his hips forward with a powerful thrust. The sudden movement sent his cock plunging even deeper into my neck, hitting the very back and forcing a muffled, choking sound from my lungs.

Balls deep.

“Get that tongue on my nuts slut.”

“Shit… that’s so fucking hot bro.” Jax commented, as I began licking the Russian’s heavy balls with my hungry tongue, while throating his cock. “She’s doing it!”

“You’ll have to try that!”

My eyes watered, and I gripped his muscular thighs for balance, my body shaking as I tried to focus on pleasing them and breathing through my nose. Good thing was that most of his dark hair was still trapped into his pants, which made breathing actually easier compared to other times.

Jax, standing right beside us, watched with an expression of pure, voyeuristic hunger. He reached down, stroking his own cock as he witnessed Ivan using me like a living toy:

"Look at her going for them, insane shit." Jax urged, his voice thick with excitement.

“She’s made for it, bud.”

"Fuck yeah. She loves it. Fuck her throat, she’s loving it."

Encouraged by Jax, Ivan didn't slow down. He began to rhythmically buck inside my mouth, treating my throat like a sheath. Each thrust was deep and punishing, forcing me to gag and moan around him.

I looked up at Jax, my blond wig slightly bending to the site, my face flushed and glistening with saliva, showing them exactly how much I enjoyed being their shared plaything.

This is the best!

I was nothing more than a hole for them, a feminine fantasy in a storage room, and as Ivan continued to hammer into my throat, I knew I wanted to be their slut for the whole fucking night.

After maybe two minutes of rough facefucking, I let go Ivan’s python with a wet, sloppy sound, my throat still tingling from the invasion.

“Come here slut. My turn.” Jax didn’t let me breath for two seconds, he just took my head and shoved be back to work.

Holy shit… they’re gonna drown me tonight.

My nostrils were already a bit runny, and my poor throat was already hurting.

“C’mon girly, take it!”

Jax was so impatient. You could tell he wanted to copy his mate.

I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, guiding his thick, pulsing cock back inside and pushing myself forward with a desperate intensity.

"Fuck! She's so good at it!"

Oh, you haven’t seen shit, soldier.

I wasn't just sucking now; I was impaling myself on him, sliding my body forward until his cock was buried to the hilt, the head slamming against the very back of my throat.

And then… I felt a heavy, rough hand clamp onto the back of my head. It was Ivan. He wasn't just watching anymore; he was helping. He gripped my blond wig and the base of my skull, his fingers digging in as he forced me deeper, shoving my face onto Jax’s rod with a dominant, rhythmic pressure.

I was completely filled, my breath hitching in short, muffled gasps, my vision blurring as I focused on the sensation of being stretched to my absolute limit.

"That's it, take it all, little whore," Jax groaned, his voice strained and guttural. He shifted his hips, grinding against my face. "Now use that tongue. Lick my balls while you take my cock. Wanna see how that feels."

I obeyed instantly. While my throat worked to accommodate the girth of his shaft, I extended my tongue, darting it out to lap at his heavy, hairy balls. I swirled my tongue around the scrotum, licking the salty skin and flicking the underside of his nuts with wet, rhythmic strokes.

When I started using even a bit of teeth to the mix, Jax just went feral!

The combination of the deep-throat pressure and the focused attention on his balls sent him over the edge. He let out a sharp, animalistic grunt, his entire body tensing.

"Fuck! Gonna' nut! I’m fucking cumming!" he roared.

“Yeah, fill that bitch.” Ivan cheered.

“Ghh! Fuck bro!”

I felt the first surge hit: a hot, thick jet of cum that blasted deep into my throat, hitting the back of my neck with startling force. I swallowed hard, my throat muscles contracting around him as he continued to pulse.

I could feel his balls contracting hard against my tongue, squeezing out every last drop of his load, feeding me a warm, salty flood that filled my mouth and slid down my esophagus.

Ivan let out a low, appreciative whistle, his hand still resting on my head.

"Good girl, Meg. Yeah, swallow it.”

Didn’t get much choice anyway, Jax had learned from Ivan how to cum directly into my esophagus, like my mouth wasn’t even an option anymore now.

I could however feel how much Jax was pumping back there. Like his thickest and biggest load to date.

“Fuuuuh…” Jax said, almost laughing from exhaustion. “Brooo. That’s insane.”

His cock was still pulsing, Ivan’s grip on my head never leaving:

“Yeah, that’s it. No mess on us, slut. Gotta look perfect for tonight," the Russian guy murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "Ok. My turn now.”

“Slow down bro. Still have some juice for the lady here.” Jax winked at his mate.

“I'm right there, too." Ivan even pushed him a bit.

“Relax man.” I withdrew from Jax with a loud, suctioning pop, a string of saliva and cum connecting my lips to his spent cock.

“Clean it properly.” Jax told me, a bit annoyed.

“Yeah. No messy floor too.”

I tried my best to lick all the way from balls to cockhead, and sucking away the last few drops of warm cum. Very tasty, as usual with Jax, but a bit more bitter than Ivan I would say.

“Ok, get back to me slut”

Ivan didn't wait for me to settle; he stepped in aggressively, grabbing my chin and driving his cock back into my throat with a sudden, violent thrust. Unlike Jax, Ivan was proactive, taking full control of the pace.

He began throat-fucking me in earnest, his hips moving in super-speed, blurring motions. He kept the head of his cock buried deep in my throat, never letting it leave the heat of my gullet.

He was pumping me with a relentless intensity, forcing two or three inches of his shaft deep into my neck with every snap of his hips. I was gagging, my eyes watering, my hands clutching at his muscular thighs as I struggled to keep up with the pace.

The world narrowed down to the feeling of him stretching me, the smell of his musk, and the rhythmic thud of his pelvis hitting my face.

Every thrust was violent, forcing 2-3 inches of his cock into my neck. Throat only blowjobs would have been impossible for me a few months back, but the stud really had trained me good.

He was going so fast (I guess he was afraid of getting late to the opening of the ceremony) that he only lasted like twenty seconds before he said:

“Gonna fucking blow. Take it all!”

As usual with Ivan, he went super hard, balls deep into my now destroyed air pipe, felt his balls shooting at a slow pace, ropes after ropes of thick cum.

Each time he was pumping his seed, he would buck hard against my mouth and I would feel his cockhead pulsing deep, directly filling my stomach with his potent seed. Deep, primal sound would escape his mouth, fucking his fat load like a cave man, driving himself so far in that I couldn't taste anything but the raw, overwhelming presence of him filling every available millimeter of my upper body.

He kept pumping and pumping more of his thick cream.

Ivan definitely fed me more than Jax, and I was clearly starting to feel their warm loads in my body. I even imagined their swimmers fighting each other in my belly, fight over my insides to claim them as their new land. I know, I’m just a silly slut, but I just loved that idea.

“Shit bro… can’t wait to fuck her pussy next.” Ivan said, almost to himself, as I was still struggling to swallow him.

At that exact moment, we heard someone, right above us, starting to test the microphone for the ceremony:

“Un, deux trois, test!”

Right above us!

So we were literally below the concert room.

“Shit, we should go man. Can’t miss the opening.” Jax said.

“That was close.” Ivan commented, before slowly withdrawing from my windpipe. “Make it clean bitch. Quick.”

"Yes caporal!"

I obeyed and cleaned his beautiful cock the best I could, trying to be fast. When I was finally done, I even kissed it, as if I wanted to say goodbye.

“Miss that cock already? How cute.” Ivan patted my cheek, before shoving his throat-destroying engine back into his pants. “We’ll be back anyway. Just be patient and enjoy the music.”

With that, both dudes went to the door, bringing some stuff with them, and Ivan winked at me:

“Gonna lock the door, stay like that. Kyllian will be next. I’ll give him the keys.”

Great… Kyllian, my little husband!

“Have fun slut.” Jax laughed as I heard the door shut. "Be ready for your men."

I was on the ground, mouth used, soar throat, teary eyes, and my cock, still trapped by the girly thong was leaking like crazy.

This is going to be the best night ever.