The Captain’s first mate

Considering it was just Veterans Day I thought I would share a little something sometimeto commemorate the occasion. When I was just a pup no more than 22 I had a torrid whirlwind affair that lasted the better part of that summer. What I remember was the strength in his arms, oh how I miss the way he would firmly grab hold of my ass as if he was trying to lay claim to my bubble butt. He was quite the specimen, towering over me at 6’5 to my 5’6 with a solid muscular build and a thin veneer of peach hair that lightly covered his whole body. The day he kissed me with a depth that had not ever been explored before. His tongue took my mouth hostage while my mouth was flooded with our waters that mixed as if they were in an ancient crusable. He took his time with me that summer and each time we met felt like a virgin experience. His mouth ventured further and further south till he was knee deep in my ass, tounging my hole with the veracity of a hungry beast. The night he finally entered meWith his impressively thick 10′ pole has a sense memory attached to it for he bit my ear while he thrusted his cock in & out of my willing hole. He came several times that evenings inside of me and decided to drop anchor for the evening because woke Up with him still inside of me. I can still recall the smell of his musk mixed w/ the smell of his aftershave, an intoxic potion that I still yearn for even after all these years.