My sibling Peter was a year more established than me. Before starting college, he worked on an urban support project in Chile during his gap year. I planned to enter university immediately after high school so that we could both start together. We had planned a tour of Bolivia, Peru, and Chile that summer, so I took a flight to Santiago.
We stayed far from the tourist trail, taking local buses and trains and staying in cheap hotels and hostels. In the wake of going north along the coast we crossed into Peru, in the long run showing up at Lima. We left the capital of Peru and headed east, taking shabby buses and trains to the Bolivian border.
We planned to arrive at a small nighttime border crossing and cross into Bolivia about an hour before the checkpoint closed. We had to wait while the driver fixed the cooling hose and refilled the system with water because our bus decided to overheat. We were nearly two hours behind schedule as a result, and when we got to the border point, it was closed for the night.
Pete was comrade that in the event that we just dodged under the hindrance we could enter Bolivia easily. I agreed to take a chance because the buildings on both sides of the border appeared deserted. We were unaware that there were two sentry boxes on the Bolivian side of the border, with one occupied by an armed sentry. We were unexpectedly investigating the business end of two rifles.
We were forced into their barracks, where another five soldiers surrounded us. We later discovered that the soldiers were conscripts and that they were all roughly our age. We were surrounded by a group of teenage soldiers, the majority of whom were just wearing their boxer shorts or had towels wrapped around them because most of them had already closed up for the night and were getting ready to shower.
We were informed that Pablo was the name of the only one of them who spoke decent English. Additionally, he informed us that their officer had returned home for the night, leaving them without a source of assistance. The soldiers talked to each other for a while in Spanish about what to do with us. We later learned that the funny-tasting drink they gave us was a potent aphrodisiac.
Pablo informed us that they needed to determine whether we were bringing drugs or other illegal items. We remained motionless as the Bolivians searched through our backpacks without uncovering anything suspicious. He then instructed us to strip for a more intimate search. Standing there in the presence of half-naked conscripts who watched us strip down, I was very concerned.
After that, we had to bend over a large table and separate the cheeks of our bums for a cavity examination. Our legs, cocks, and asses were being rubbed by hands all over. I was beginning to get very horny despite my concerns for our safety as all seven soldiers took part in this.
The troops continued to talk until Pablo looked at us and said, “We realize that you are not drug smugglers, but trying to enter our country illegally is a serious crime and you must be punished.” The discussion continued. We have decided to let you go in the morning with the condition that you entertain us tonight because our officer is not present. My brother Peter was sporting the beginning of an erection, and the sight of it amused our soldiers who were watching, while I was nearly frantic with worry.
Pablo advised my sibling to sit on a seat, while I needed to lie over his lap. He was then arranged to begin hitting me. Pablo continued to say “Harder, Harder,” as my senior sibling set about turning my last a dazzling red. At last, we changed spots and it was my chance to go after his butt with the level of my hand.
I observed that the majority of the soldiers had removed their boxers, dropped their towels, and were gently rubbing their erect cocks as this was going on. This was not the finish of our discipline; It was only the beginning.
I shook my head when Pablo asked us if we had ever been sucked cock and fucked, but Peter said that he had. The fact that he had apparently been seduced by a young Dutch man he had met while working in Santiago surprised me because I had never thought he was anything other than straight.
We were ordered to crawl toward the closest hard cock on our hands and knees. I crawled toward Pablo and kissed his large, olive-colored, uncut cock because there was no other way out. Pete was sucking on his man like his life depended on it, I noticed. In addition to moving his mouth up and down the person’s meat, he was also stroking the person’s balls. The large olive cock slipped between my lips as I just opened my mouth. He probably been exceptionally horny on the grounds that he was spilling precum into my mouth, which had a pungent taste about it. I just watched what my sibling was doing and did likewise, until the horny officer purged his chicken down my throat.
I was very much mistaken when I thought that we would just suck all seven cockroaches. I felt skillful fingers applying something wet to my ass while I was on my knees. The large Bolivian cock’s bulbous head replaced the fingers as soon as they were removed. I felt that the person would cause me serious harm, yet he figured out how to slip it into me without causing me any serious aggravation. I glanced over to Peter; He was lying down, his feet close to his shoulders. While another soldier used his mouth, one soldier was hammering into his asshole. Heavenly was my brother.
The person who got inside of me grabbed my waist and started to poke his cock into and out of my boyish ass while his friend poked his cock into my mouth. It hurt like heck, however after a period the aggravation was supplanted by an inclination if extraordinary joy.
You were unable to envision how corrupted I felt, being manhandled this way, while the remainder of the line monitors waited around, holding up.
As soon as a Bolivian cock emptied itself down my throat or up my bowels, another Bolivian cock belonging to a randy soldier replaced it. The double assault continued indefinitely. I was so sore after we were gang-shagged that I couldn’t even walk. I don’t know how long we were there.
During this maltreatment, Pete and I got exceptionally hard because of the sexual enhancer that we had drank, as well as the steady scouring against our prostrates each time a rooster banged into us. We didn’t want to fuck each other, so the soldiers didn’t press the issue.
They had finally had enough, and we were permitted to sleep. After showering and eating breakfast the next morning, we were permitted to leave. Our bottoms were still stretched and sore from the fucking, and our mouths were still tasting the gallons of hot cum that we had swallowed as we moved along rather than walking.
We didn’t realize that the soldiers had taken pictures of our ordeal with our borrowed cameras until we got back to England. We saw snap after snap of Pete and I being spanked, sucking cock, shagged, and sucking and being shagged simultaneously when we transferred them to our computer. Fortunately, we were able to delete the photos of our gang before our parents saw the offensive images.