I have been an Army pilot for eight years. I am thirty-one years old. I was stationed in the middle east during Operation: Iraqi Freedom. Nobody in the Army knows that I am gay. I have kept it a secret my whole life. It was my duty to fly provisions in and out of Iraq. One day, flying alone, my chopper was having problems and I was forced to land in a remote area. It was very hot and sandy. My chopper was down and I needed water and (ironically) some oil. Unfortunately, my radio was also down to my low range. I had to travel on foot to find water, provisions, etc.

There was a shanty-house about a half-mile from where I landed. I got up to the house and looked in one of the windows. No one in there. In the back of the house there was an open yard, which sat out in the middle of the desert. There was a beautiful young Iraqi man working on a truck. He was bent over looking into the engine, and he would come back up to take a sip of his water. His skin was dark, and he had the most sculpted features. He stood about five-nine. He had his shirt off, and he was smooth and muscular -- a Middle Eastern god. His eyes were black and he had thick red lips. I could feel myself getting hard.

He spotted me, and then waved at me. There was no fear at all. His welcome was sincere. I walked up to him. I could feel him looking at me. I am five-nine, and I am 160 pounds. My body is tight, and I have been called "gorgeous". I have light blue eyes and an Irish background. I have naturally thick legs from my father.

I waved to the Iraqi man as he offered me water from his jug. I humbly accepted. He spoke to me in Iraqi, and of course I had no idea what he was saying. We were both in the middle of nowhere. He seemed to live alone. Perhaps he was a farmer or a mechanic. He could not have been more than thirty years old, like myself. Suddenly he poured water on my head and smiled. I laughed. Then he started to take my shirt off. I nervously looked around but there wasn't anyone around for miles in every direction, just vast desert. he looked at my torso and said something in Iraqi, and smiled. He put his large hot hands on my torso and some of the oil from the car engine got onto my skin. Then he unbuckled my camouflage pants and shimmied them down to my ankles. My briefs were the next to go. My cock sprung out in front of his hot hands. He started to jerk me off. I threw my head back as I chugged the water. "Oh yeeeah," I moaned. He got down on his knees and sucked my thick seven-inch dick. His mouth felt so good on that dick. It had been so long!

Just then ANOTHER Iraqi dude came out of the little house. He was taller than my suckbuddy. He was more muscular, but he looked the same as the other guy - same features, same dark skin. Maybe they were cousins or brothers, I thought. He immediately began to strip and then walked over to us. None of us said a word. They both stood in front of me and pushed me down. Now I was on my knees, my pants at my ankles, stroking my cock and staring face to face with two, huge, dark Iraqi uncut cocks. I stared at both of their pee-holes as each cock zeroed in on my face like torpedoes. They both came at me, and I had to choose which one to suck first. I picked the one to the left and went down on that log like the suck-slave I had become.

Then I went right for the other one. Back and forth I went from cock to cock, the hot blazing sun beating down on our naked, sweating bodies. I almost suffocated as I sucked, they were both so big. And then they aimed both their cocks into my mouth at the same time. I stared up at my Iraqi lovers as their cocks filled my aching, gaping mouth. Their balls hit my chin as I ate those cocks. They both pulled out and bent me over the side of the car. They took turns eating out my hot, hairy asshole with those big, thick tongues. They got their fingers inside my hole. I could feel both their fingers enter me as my knees buckled and my body pressed itself against the car.

"Oh YEAH!" I screamed. They were both moaning things in Iraqi. I was so close to coming, I could feel the sperm inside me rise through my jism-tunnel and straight for my pisshole. They were ramming their hands into me now. I was getting handfucked by these two gods, and there was no where for me to go. I arched my back up and one of them came over and deep-kissed me as I shot my load all over the car.

I collapsed and both their cocks slammed up against my face again. They stroked and stroked and pumped those massive pieces of meat. They both were drooling, and then, right in front of my face, gobs and gobs of cum came out of each of their cocks. They were like geysers, shooting out precious cum like an oil well.

I'm thinking of leaving the Army so that I can come out, finally...

-No name given