#proap

Johnny is the type of boyfriend to be against getting his ass ate, until you give him a rimjob while stroking his cock. Then he's going around base, trying to convince the boys to let him eat their asses.

It starts with Kyle. He'd be the easiest to convince.

"Am serious! Jus' bend over, I'll show ya."

Kyle stands before him, an inquisitive brow raised, and a towel slung low on his hips after showering.

"'Right, mate. Have at it."

Kyle's bent over, hands on the lockers, legs shoulder-width apart, panting for his breath as his fists his cock.

Johnny kneels behind him, holding his pert cheeks spread apart, swirling his tongue around the tight ring of muscle, and sometimes dipping inside it.

It doesn't take long to make his fellow sergeant see stars as the thick ropes of his spend spill over his own knuckles.

Little did Johnny know, Kyle knew exactly how good it felt to have a rimjob. It's been awhile? And why deny someone so eager to please? 😏

Price takes a bit more convincing. Sure he's done it to others. But had it done to him? "You're mad."

"Jus' try it, sir."

So, John assumes the position of all fours, on the musty, old motel bed, while Kyle and Simon run to the shops.

Johnny dives right in before the captain can protest, pulling uncharacteristically needy moans and groans of pleasure.

"Stroke yer cock, sir. It'll help." Johnny pants from behind his superior before tonguing his tight hole.

John takes his sergeant's advice and wraps a calloused hand around his aching cock, pumping it in time with Johnny's tongue until he's spilling onto the dingy, white sheets on the mattress.

With Simon, it's like pulling bloody teeth. That is, until, Johnny convinces him to ride his face.

And that's the sight you're met with. Simon sitting on top of your boyfriend, on the carpet of the front room. The TV is still on, playing a rugby match, empty beer bottles collecting on the coffee table, and their usual snacks bags littered alongside the empty bottles.

"Fuckin' hell... Migh' havta borrow your boyfriend's tongue more often." Simon pants out, girthy cock in hand being pumped furiously.

"Aww, Johnny. You showed him my little trick." You cooed, like a proud mother hen.

AN: this got a little weird, I know. But I feel this deep in my bones. Johnny is always so eager to please. He just needs to munch. If there's a hole, his tongue is in it.