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Mike F.

Hair type: Blond

Ethinicity: North American

Cock Type: Cut

Set Type: Pictures

Other content: Army Boys, Mike & Mikey, Mike & Mikey

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Pictures: 150 | Added: 05-27-2002

We joined the navy to see the world -
And what did we see? We saw the sea!

That song always makes me laugh.

But that's not because it's especially funny.

No, on the contrary, it makes me laugh because it's so very true.

Military life can be very dull.

Not, of course, that we actually have a navy in my country.

As we're still getting over nearly fifty years of communist rule, we don't actually have much of anything.

Except lots of people.

And, to keep young boys like me occupied and out of trouble, we do have an army - in which we all have to spend a couple of years.

OK, it's probably better than having no job at all and living on the streets.

But, though you get your food and keep, it pays hardly anything at all - and for those two years you're surrounded by a bunch of guys who seem to want to spend all day just yelling at you and making your life as miserable as they can.

The barracks where I'm based are too far from my hometown, so even when I get a weekend pass I can't go visit. All the same, I never miss the chance to get away for a couple of days, even if that just means signing a tent out from the camp stores and going hitchhiking in the countryside.

Sometimes I'll get lucky and meet some nice village girl who wants some fun too, but more often than not it's my right hand that becomes my best friend, if you know what I mean.

But a few months ago I was lucky in another way.

A car stopped to offer me a ride and, to cut a long story short, the driver and I hit it off really well.

He was an American who'd retired here a few years before and was now, he told me, running a travel club for "gentlemen tourists" as he put it - and tourists, at that, of a special disposition.

His customers, to put it bluntly, liked to meet boys like me. And that didn't just mean ordinary boys. His customers knew what they wanted. They had a somewhat specialised taste - for lean, hard, muscular young soldiers.

My new friend already had more than a dozen working for him.

And when he told me about the money I could make, just being nice to a few old guys on vacation, I couldn't believe it.

Right then and there, on that first car journey, I asked to be taken on. I'd only be available on my free weekends, of course, but I reckoned that I could still make more than ten times my basic army pay every month if it all worked out.

So that weekend, instead of camping out in the countryside, I was taken back to the guy's apartment in the capital.

I could see at once that he really did have money - and reckoned that, if I played my cards right and got into his business, I could get a share of it too.

So I was more than happy to go along with an "audition".

When you live in a barracks alongside forty other guys with virtually no privacy, taking off your clothes in front of another man is really no big deal.

In any case, I just kept thinking how I needed to impress this guy if he was going to take me on.

As I got undressed, the American began laughing.

At first I worried that he wasn't too impressed with my body - it was only later that he told me he'd been amused to see my US Army surplus vest!

Of course, I wasn't so dumb as to think his "gentlemen tourists" would only want to look at my body.

I'd already worked out that I'd need to perform too.

So I had to go through my paces now - to demonstrate what I could do.

First of all I let the guy see that I could get myself worked up in no time at all.

And then I took my weapon out of its holster.

At first I assumed that showing I know how to use my dick would be enough.

But the guy patiently explained that, though all his customers are all looking for tough-looking soldiers, sometimes they want to be, let's say, the commanding officer.

The one who gives the orders.

The one on top.

It was all the same to me.

Money talks.

And it speaks my language.

Even when it says you gotta show you can take a dick up your ass too.

And, of course, if there's one thing the army teaches you well, it's how to obey orders.

Sir, yes sir!