Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 14:24:38 -0800 (PST)
From: dcnightwolf1@yahoo.com
Subject: Spandex Studs: Academy Love - Annapolis

Disclaimer:

If you have made it this far, then by now you should know this is a story
involving gay male sex with consenting adults and adult situations.  If you
are not legally allowed to view this material or if it will offend your
sensibilities, then leave and leave quickly cause the fun is just about to
begin...

Also: I loved the hotties I saw at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis,
Maryland.  All information about locations are from their handbook and
google maps. This story is in no way affiliated to any person or the
Academy there.  The characters and situations are fiction.

Note to Readers: If you haven't discovered by now, I really like spandex
whether it be zentai or speedo sized... sometimes it will be fleeting, but
I will always put some in... I would love to know what my fellow readers
think...  so if you have a thought or a suggestion, drop me a line
DCNightwolf1@yahoo.com

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Academy Love: Annapolis
By: DCNightwolf1


      Cody stopped with his hand on the doorknob and adjusted the singlet
under his jeans.  The hint of a smile played on his lips as his hands
glided down the slick fabric.  His minds eye flicked back to a few minutes
ago.

      Stretching the navy blue fabric with the silver side strip over his
six pack abdominals, the gold "NAVY" settled into place across his cut
pectorals.  In tradition, he lifted the straps above his head and squatted
allowing the fabric to pull tight to his whole body.  The mirror reflected
the enamel of his teeth shown in the setting sun out his window while he
examined his full body in the mirror hanging next to his cadet uniforms.
Cody's dusky brown hair was cut to regulation and his green eyes twinkled
like emeralds.  His body hardened by rigorous PT.  His skin kissed by the
sun.

      Standing after a quick set of push ups and crunches, Cody stretched
his (1.78 meter) five foot 10 inches, Cody took a glance to make sure the
door was closed.  He drew his forefinger up the cleft in his gluts, adding
more definition to his cheeks.  The wrestler glanced at the clock on his
roommate's desk and hurried to get dressed.  It had been nice taking extra
time to get ready since Josh had already abandoned their room for a weekend
home with his family in Charleston.  From the bed where they had been laid
out, Cody took a loose t-shirt and pulled it over his shoulders.  His
jeans, on the other hand, were tight enough that Josh had remarked you
could tell Cody's religion!  As they slid over his singlet, he tucked the
golden shirt into his 29 inch waist band and carefully bloused it over his
black belt.  White ankle socks and tennis shoes with electric blue accents
made the outfit as the 20 year old college student grabbed his backpack and
slid the pass into his back left pocket; his license, and his credit card
into the right.

      His mind now returned to the present and the warrior set his face
impassive, and turning the knob, opened the door.  Cody stepped out into
Bancroft Hall's busy 3rd floor hallway to find 1st years on their hands and
knees scrubbing the floors and the upperclassmen taking off for what would
hopefully be a beautiful fall weekend.  He threw his keys into his
backpack's lowest pocket and set off for the stairs and across the yard.

      Cody was a cadet with the United States Naval Academy.  On the Marine
track, Cody had been a member of the college student body for over two
years.  Set on the beautiful Annapolis Harbor, the Academy was his home and
the home of over 4000 other Midshipmen.  In addition to getting his degree
in Oceanography and Near Shore Studies, Midshipment 2nd class Fitzgerald
was also on the Water Polo and Wrestling Teams.  As a matter of fact, Cody
thought, among the eight articles of clothing in his backpack, was his dark
blue speedo.  Many of his fellow cadets didn't know, but Cody preferred the
body clinging fabrics of his swimsuits whenever on his own time.

      His eyes twinkled behind his sunglasses as he showed his pass to the
Shore Patrol.  Cody walked through Gate 1 and into a weekend free from
discipline and regs.  He quickened his pace up Compromise St and his dog
tags gave off a muffled jingle as they bounced on his chest.  His skin
tingled on his thighs as the slick fabric rubbed against well muscled legs.
Crossing over the 6th Street bridge he forced himself to slow down but no
longer fought the grin spread across his soft cranberry lips.  He turned
left onto Chesapeake Ave.  Three quick blocks and he found he couldn't
restrain himself any longer as he broke into a run turning onto Second St.
The wind flew through his hair as his feet pounded the pavement.  The
muffled thud matched in rhythm to the thudding of his heart as the pavement
turned to wood and pylons of the pier replaced homes.  Practically skidding
to a stop, the young marine to be yelled "Ahoy Matey!" and jumped aboard a
boat called "The Little Dingy".

      "The Little Dingy" was anything but little.  At 60 ft long, the Ocean
Odyssey vessel stood ready for sea.  The ship was painted a vivid blue down
to the water line and up from the railings, white caressed her hull.  Cody
stumbled as he stepped over the cleat holding the aft of the ship to the
dock.  It hadn't been for the rocking of the boat.  It had been for the
instant hardening to granite of his shaft.  His manhood had become rigid as
the owner and captain of the boat stuck his head out of the lower cabin and
with a grin waved Cody aboard.

      The men began a routine that started a year ago.  Cody tossed his bag
on the couch inside the cabin door and made his way aft and released the
line from the cleat as the flaxen haired stud cast off the bow.  Drawing in
the lines and the bumpers, wrestling built legs pushed them away from the
dock as the throaty roar of the engines filled the air.  Within moments,
the captain had navigated them into the bay and brought the `Dingy" to a
nice cruising speed of 24 knots.  Moving through the lower doorway, Cody
moved past the galley and into the bunkroom.  Pulling his t-shirt off, he
moved his tags to hang down his back.  The hunk sat down on the red sheeted
bed and removed his pants and bent down to tie his shoes back on.  His
heart pounded against his ribcage as he adjusted his thick member to lay
straight up his body and onto his lower abs.

      Cody paused.  He turned back to the queen sized bunk along the cabin
wall.  With a wicked grin, he knew the captain would be waiting for him.
He took a moment to lay face down on the satin sheets and began to grind
himself into the mattress.  The nylon/spandex of his uniform slid perfectly
on the slick sheets and he was on edge in moments.  Drawing a deep breath,
Fitzgerald pulled at his straps, groaning at the tightening fabric.
Adjusting his 10 inch mast to be pre-eminently displayed, Cody left the
cabin and climbed the winding staircase to the bridge.

      The captain was guiding his lady out to an island a few minutes away.
There, the men would drop anchor for dinner.  His tennis shoes giving Cody
traction, he walked up behind the captain and wrapped his arms under his
shoulders and pressed himself against the bare torso.  Cody nuzzled the
neck of the 67 inche sea god.  Poseidon dropped the engine to idle and
turned in the navy man's arms.

      "Cody. I've missed you."  He said in a husky voice.

      "I've missed you too, Dylan."  Misty eyed with happiness, Cody felt
Dylan wrap his arms around him and slide his hands up and down the
brunette's singlet.  Without another thought the men found each other's
kiss.

      As Dylan's tongue probed Cody's mouth, the wrestler ran his hands in
his lover's thick, long blonde hair.  With a muscular body to match, Dylan
held Cody in place while the other unbuttoned the khaki shorts the captain
was wearing.

      A button and a zipper later, Cody stood back to look down.  Clad in a
silver speedo with a blue 8 on one hip and an "N" on the back left cheek,
Dylan proudly displayed himself and his 12 inch monster.  Dylan felt his
jaw open slightly as he took in Cody and noticed not only the dick
throbbing under the spandex, but also where the pre-cum had left a silver
dollar sized patch of darkened fabric that was growing.

      "You're wearing my polo trunks huh?" A now almost rabid coed gasped
as he stood trembling.

      The pirate of a different sort merely nodded, unable to summon his
voice.  The hazel eyed master of destiny could stand it no longer and
dropped to his knees and engulfed Cody's massive dong with his mouth and
sucked as mightily as he could.  Fitzgerald moaned with pleasure.  He
threaded his hands into the blonde hair bobbing before him.  Inhaling
deeper, the mass of spandex and manhood slid deeper into Dylan.  Under the
onslaught of passion, Cody was lost in a frenzy as the tongue wrapped
itself around his cock and did damn near unspeakable things to his package.
The assault ravaged the athlete who sucked in heaving breathes as he could.
The Master of Oral Pleasure was in his element clutching and clawing at his
lover's ass trying to swallow more in a craving that was insatiable.

      The slurping and groans abated.  The midshipmen's cock slide from
Dylan's throat.  In anguish, Cody begged for it not to stop and collapsed
gently to the thick carpet of the bridge.  The sweat and heat rolled off of
Cody and hid the fact that Dylan had deftly moved the singlet around the
navy man's ankles.  Trying to make sense of it all and fighting to think
clearly, the battle was lost in both men as Cody began to feel his back
press into the carpet.  Dylan had mounted and began doing pushups, his
mouth once again taking Cody's dick.

      As the taller boy yelled in glee, his voice was choked off by the
entrance of the captain's dick to his throat.  Rather than fight for air,
the jock grab the now bare ass of his lover and greedily took more and more
of the man meat.  Both men locked in a death grip upon each other, their
hips pumped and ground.  Cody almost lost his mind as Dylan took his full
10 inches and then began stuffing Cody's nuts in his mouth without
stopping.  This forced him to lose all control.  With one hand, he pushed
his middle finger all the way into Dylan's entrance.  With the other, he
forced his friend to bury his face in his pubes.  Finally, the wrestler
shoved his hips with all his might and released his massive load down the
captain's throat.

      But the pleasure would be all Cody's as his ass was split by Dylan's
finger and his face was crushed by the pelvic bone of his lover.

      Both men rolled over and over around the bridge as they drunk in each
other's nectar and twitched as they lovingly caressed each other's bodies.

      Dylan rolled off Cody whose swollen member left a slime trail as it
dribbled the remains of his load onto Dylans' chin.  He bucked twice as he
felt Cody still flex the finger buried in his ass.

      Cody lay with a grin beside his lover who was painting Cody's pecs
and abs with leftover cum.

      "That was amazing Code."  Dylan gasped.

      "Thank you.  It was hard saving three days for you."

      "Three days?!  That was three days worth of jizz?!"  The captain and
the athlete helped each other to stand and grip the side of the cabin.
Cody admired the Captain's naked body while standing there in nothing but
his shoes, socks and dog tags.  Dylan staggered back to the wheel and
turned the engines back on.

      "Actually," Cody said in bedevilment. "That was only two days worth."

      And as Dylan shifted the throttle forward, Cody grabbed his hips and
slammed his dick back into his lover.  Over the howls of pleasure, Cody
showed him just where the third day's worth of liquid love was.  And where
is was going.


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