stubble at the bad sides and tapered very
closely on top with a runway in the middle going all the way to the back
like a horseshoe resembling a Mohawk.
The cocky muscle boy fucked a few chicks in toart of his work-out
routine, as he called it, but what he was really into were the mid-night
wrestling bouts, were the lot fucked until the winner shot his load.
Chuck had quite a reputation for his sexual stamina. Being a total top he
could fuck a guy for hours, without busting his nut.
Private Mike Johnson, 22 years old, 187 lbs. stood 5.8 ft tall. His ash
blond hair was crew cut. Mike was sinewy built, but pared to the huge
wrestler he looked almost lanky. Dwight knew better. Mike ecialist
in Martial Arts and even the hunky Chuck respected him. Besides, both
marines knew each other since high-school already and were buddies since a
long time.
Chud Mike were both shocked and furious when Dwight briefed them about
Captai Durango' s abdu and ordeal.
"So you are in then?" Dwight asked.
"Yep!" the two marines replied unisonous.
"Time to kie gook ass, but good!" Chuck added with a dangerous voice.
"Before we do that, some training is required and we o recruit
some more crew members," Dwight told them. "Meet me tonight at 22:00 hours
at the gate and no uniforms ..."
Wheold them what he had plahey looked at each other, but then
shrugged and nodded.
Dwight waited in his SUV in front of the gate. The engine was running. He
was wearing a black biker jacket, a skin tight white T-Shirt, Jeans and
heavy work boots.
Soon Chud Mike appeared and hopped in the back of the car. Both were
clad in black tank tops, black baggy gym trousers and sneakers.
"I' ve been told that Wade Rowley is off to L.A.. Usually Brock will then be
out for hustling. Making a few bucks fu' some rich, p