Still half in his fatigues, the military stud shoves Cody to his knees and pulls out a cock that has been hard since morning inspection. Cody wraps both hands around the thick shaft and starts working it — base to tip, tongue swirling, spit dripping down onto the dog tags dangling from his neck.
The soldier grabs the back of Cody’s head and skull-fucks him with military precision — deep, rhythmic thrusts that make Cody gag and drool all over those combat boots. Around them, the other Bukkake Boys are already stroking and waiting their turn, but this soldier wants Cody all to himself first.
With a bark that sounds like a drill command, the soldier pulls out and erupts — a massive load that arcs through the air and lands in a thick stripe from Cody’s chin to his hairline. He milks every last drop onto Cody’s outstretched tongue, then steps aside for the next man in line. In the barracks, everyone takes their turn, and Cody never says no to a man in uniform.
