Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 14:55:45 -0500
From: Den3407@aol.com
Subject: Cadet Sex:  Chapter 5--Just Following Orders

This is another chapter in the life of Texas A&M University Corps of
Cadets freshman Mike Johnson, his Corps buddies and other hot college
boys with overheated rocks in their jocks. "Cadet Sex" is based on
real-life incidents and guys at A&M when I was a member of the Corps of
Cadets.  However, names and dates have been changed to protect the
guilty. Usual disclaimers:  no minors allowed, always be careful and
practice safe sex with others.  Here's wishing you a really HARD time
reading this!!!  Comments/critique welcome at:  Den3407@aol.com.  If
you like it, I'll be glad to keep writing more chapters, but be
patient-I have to earn a living, too!  For a "prequel" to "Cadet Sex,"
check out "Camp Cocksucker" on the Nifty Archives.  It deals with some
of my high school sex encounters.   Thanks!  Thumper/Houston TX


Cadet Sex: Ch. 5
Just Following Orders
By Thumper


It had been raining all week, which wasn't that unusual for College
Station in the fall.  It seemed like it always poured down during the
first semester of classes, right after football season kicked off. And
of course, the university always managed to have its summer road
construction projects little more than halfway finished by Labor Day.
That meant quite a few huge craters would still be pockmarking the
campus when its 44,000-plus students rolled into town to begin classes.
And each crater was accompanied by its very own Mt. Everest of
excavated dirt and debris.

Each autumn, monsoon-like storms would sweep across the state,
magically slowing and hovering over the Texas A&M campus, incessantly
pouring out their wet cargo.  The craters would overflow, washing half
the mini-mountains of dirt onto the surrounding sidewalks and streets.
The streets would then become indistinguishable from the muddy,
grassless medians and waterlogged lawns.  Walking across them in a
clean cadet uniform was risky.  One step in the wrong spot and you'd
end up with muddy goop splattered all over your pants.  Glassy, spit-
shined shoes would be trashed in no time.

Occasionally, a really unfortunate soul would step directly into one of
the overflowing craters.  A sharp yelp of surprise would be followed by
a quick string of expletives as notebooks and textbooks flew forward
while the body lurched downward into the muddy abyss.  Owners of local
laundromats and dry cleaners loved the monsoon season.  Every downpour
moved them one year closer to early retirement.

The safest course of action during the fall was to walk about only by
day if you had to get out at all.  At night, you truthfully took your
life into your own hands.  Student pranksters would gleefully remove
protective barricades from around the biggest mud holes at dusk.  Then,
carefully camouflaged from view in nearby dorm rooms, they'd eagerly
await their careless victims.  Roars of laughter and "whoops," an
Aggie's way of expressing extreme joy, especially at someone else's
misfortune, would echo across the campus quadrangles whenever an
unsuspecting student suddenly found himself four feet below ground,
baptized with gooey Brazos Valley mud.

Mike would never forget one particularly rainy weekend.  Even after
graduation and leaving A&M years later, his eight inch cock would
harden in seconds whenever his lustful thoughts wandered back to that
eventful night.

The Aggie football team was playing out of state that Saturday so Mike
and his Corps of Cadets buddies had a free weekend.  Most of them left
town, scattering across the state to party in Austin, Dallas or
Houston. The Corps dorm area, normally crawling with more than 2,300
khaki-clad cadets, probably boasted fewer than 200 on weekends like
this.  And most of those guys were out for the evening.   But Mike and
his "old lady" (Aggie slang for roommate), Bill, had put their free
time to good use.  Bill had sacked out after thoroughly shining his
uniform brass and three pairs of cadet shoes until they sparkled.

Mike had finished cleaning their "hole" (more Aggie slang, meaning dorm
room) and his uniform brass earlier in the day.  Now, he was busy
cracking the books for a big biology exam on Monday.  The only light
burning was a small fluorescent one on his desk.  He slouched back in
his chair, clad only in a t-shirt and a pair of maroon nylon gym
shorts.  He glanced at the clock, noted it was almost 1:00 AM and
stifled a yawn.  He tugged at his crotch, gently pulling and stroking
the slick material that covered his soft, but full, cockmound.  His
heavy prick surged and filled in eager response.

Just one more chapter, he promised himself.  Then---jack-off time!  His
freshman buddy, Bill, was already cutting logs in the lower bunk.  It
didn't bother Bill whenever Mike jerked off. Heck, Bill never heard a
thing, no matter how much crackling and popping Mike's lube-covered
hand might make as he stroked his eight inch cock into a ball-breaking
climax.  Mike felt sure Bill could sleep through a tornado.  So, he was
sure his handjobs at night weren't bothering him.

The steady beating of the rain on the window added to Mike's sexy mood.
Yeah, a nice, slow jack-off job combined with the mesmerizing drumming
of the rain would put him to sleep in no time!

Bam-bam-bam!!!

Mike jumped up, knocking his chair backward.  The heavy door swung
open, crashing against the wall with a thunderous rattle.  Mike stared
blankly at the dark silhouette that stood in the open doorway, weaving
slightly from side to side.  As freshman cadets, or "fish" as they were
called, Mike and Bill were used to having upperclassmen barge into
their holes at odd hours of the day or night.  But rarely did anyone
crash in after midnight on a Saturday night.  Not on a non-football
weekend. He steeled himself for some good-natured hazing from this
late-visiting upperclassman.  But nothing happened.  The shadowy figure
didn't move, didn't speak.  He just stood there, swaying gently from
side to side.  Probably drunk, Mike guessed.  It happened a lot on
weekends, game or no game.

"If only the hall lights were on," Mike mused, "I could see who the
hell this asshole is."  Mike breathed a bit easier when the shadowy
figure moved a bit closer.  Now he could see in the dim light from his
desk lamp that it was Jake Truman, head drum major of the 350-member
Fightin' Texas Aggie Band, the largest all-male, all-military band in
the country.  Jake was one of the hottest, sexiest, guys Mike had ever
seen.  His body was flawless--nothing but hard, ripped muscle, covered
with darkly tanned skin that was smooth as silk.

Mike had seen Jake's gorgeous physique on many occasions.  The studly
cadet, who was under contract to be a Marine pilot upon graduation,
paraded around the hallways and dormitory recreation fields shirtless
as often as possible.  Or so Mike it seemed to Mike.  Early in the
semester Mike had made it his business to figure out exactly when
certain well-built upperclassmen and other studly non-cadets worked out
in the university weight rooms.  He also learned early on what PE
classes they had and when they'd most likely be in the PE or dorm
showers washing the sweet sweat off their sleek, sculpted torsos. He
made sure he was on hand as often as possible, slyly scoping out the
naked male-stud scenery.

It was an incredible turn-on for him.  He knew, too, that some of these
guys were aware of the effect their hot bodies had on other guys who
were watching them work out or shower.  He knew they secretly loved to
have other guys check them out that way.  That was the competitive
nature of guys--they were always comparing chest development, biceps,
and abs.  Heck, why else would they torture themselves so hard with the
weights if they didn't want somebody to admire the fruits of all that
hard labor?  And every guy in the world, straight or gay, was forever
comparing cocks.  Again, it was just the naturally male thing to do.

Mike had seen Jake's nice, thick cock on several occasions.  He
practically passed out each time he saw it hanging and swaying heavily
in front of that solid pair of large, oval nuts.  Mike had jacked off
countless times already that semester, fantasizing about what he'd do
if he ever got hold of that beautiful piece of senior man meat.

But a loud belch from the doorway brought Mike back to the business at
hand.  What in the world was Jake doing barging into their hole?  And
what was that God-awful stench?  The smell was searing, intense, a
really sweet-sour kind of stink, almost like--almost like.and then it
hit him like a ton of bricks:  like a skunk!

Mike nearly gagged.  And then he noticed another thing--Jake was
sopping wet, head to toe, and covered with mud.  Where in the world had
he been?  What the hell had he been doing?  Jake normally was one of
the cleanest, best-dressed cadets on the campus, in and out of uniform.
But not tonight!

"Howdy Mr. Truman, sir!" barked out Mike, snapping to attention and
giving the required fish greeting to an upperclassman.  Out of the
corner of his eye, he noticed that Bill had stirred a little and was
obviously awake, but continued with his best sleeping possum imitation
to avoid a confrontation with this upperclassmen.  So far, it was
working.   Truman hadn't noticed anyone else was in the room except for
Mike.

"Hey, fish Johnson!  How's it hangin' buddy?" said Jake, addressing
Mike by his appropriate freshman "title."  Although he was still a good
four feet away, Mike could detect a second strong odor-alcohol. Mike,
who usually got in trouble for talking too much when answering
upperclassmen, was at a loss for words this time.

"What's the matter, buddy?" Jake said, laughing.  He staggered across
the room, picked up Mike's overturned chair and plopped down in it.
Mud and water splattered across the freshly mopped floor.  Mike groaned
inwardly.  But he knew he couldn't complain.  Hell, Jake was a senior,
and only God had more power over Corps fish than a senior.

"You know, Johnson, I've got a problem.  And you're gonna help me with
it," said Jake.  "My car got stuck in one of those damn mud holes over
near the library construction area.  And while I was trying to get it
out, this damned cat came by and got in my way.  So I kicked his ass.
But you know what?  I don't think it was a cat. I think it was a damned
skunk!  That SOB farted on me so now I stink like a motherfucker, don't
I?"

Mike fervently agreed. "Yes, sir, you sure do sir."  But he wasn't sure
what Jake thought he could do about it.

"I need you to clean me up, fish Johnson," insisted Jake.

"Uh.sir??!  Do what??!"  Mike couldn't believe his ears.

"I went to the store and I got me lots of tomato juice and some fancy
body shampoo crap.  I gotta get this shit off of me and that's the only
stuff that'll do it."

Mike had always heard an old wives' tale that tomato juice would kill a
skunk's stink, but he'd never tested that theory himself and didn't
know anyone who had.  He wasn't convinced anything could remove that
awful odor and he really didn't want to find out.  But who was he to
argue with a drunk, muddy senior who was fast creating a huge mess in
his dorm room?  With upperclassmen, it was useless to argue or refuse,
no matter how crazy the order might seem.

"So get up to my room and get those cans of juice into the shower room.
I gotta get this shit off of me right now!"  Jake struggled to his
feet, bracing himself with the back of the chair.  "Come on, let's get
outta here."

Jake staggered through the doorway and Mike obediently followed,
pausing only to shut the door quietly behind him.  On the way out, he
noticed Bill had already resumed his rhythmic snoring.  "That figures!"
fumed Mike.  "I'm on my own for sure."  He started up the stairs after
Jake.

Jake stumbled about every other step leading up to his third-story
room.  Mike tried to avoid the muddy footprints Jake left behind, but
suddenly the senior missed a step completely and fell backward, nearly
knocking Mike down the stairs.  Mike grabbed Jake by the right arm and
used his left to wrap around the senior's broad chest to steady him.
It worked.  Jake groggily grasped the handrail, and then turned toward
Mike.

"Hey, Johnson, good catch!" crowed Jake.  "Almost bought the farm
there, didn't I?"

"Yes, sir," agreed Mike.  He couldn't take a deep breath, thanks to the
skunk and alcohol stench emitting from Jake.  But Mike wasn't about to
let go.  He had his arms wrapped around the hard, hot stud that had
starred in so many of his sexual fantasies, and man!  Did he feel good!
Despite the stifling odors, Mike's cock surged and began filling and
hardening in his nylon shorts, which were now pressed against the back
of Jake's left thigh.  He wondered if Jake would notice.  But the
senior seemed oblivious to any unusual body contact.

"I need a shower, Johnson," said Jake.  "Let's get going."

The two college cadets, now hugging one another for stability,
struggled up the stairs and rounded the corner to the shower room.  The
majority of the dorm's fluorescent hallway lights were always turned
out at night, except for one set of emergency tubes near each exit.
But even in this dimly lit hall, Mike and Jake knew exactly where the
shower room was.  They practically fell through the door, stumbling
into the tiled enclave.  It was the standard Corps dorm shower room,
designed for group showering, just like the ones at the university's PE
center.  It had six showerheads, three on one wall, and three more
opposite.  The only light in the square room shone dimly from a
lamppost on the sidewalk just outside the shower room's opaque window.
Jake collapsed onto a white plastic chair that he and his senior
buddies had placed in the shower room for occasions just like this one
when they were too drunk or too tired to stand up and shower.

"Hurry up and get the shower steaming.  Let's get this shit over with,"
growled Jake.  Mike jumped into action, quickly cranking on the shower
above Jake's head.  The water poured out, slightly chilly even though
it was still early fall and rather warm outside that evening. Jake
yelped in surprise.

"Hey, asshole!  What are you trying to do, freeze my balls off?  Get
that shit warmed up now!"  Mike quickly deflected the spray off of Jake
until the water temperature moderated.  He removed his hand and the
water poured down onto the hunky senior cadet, slowly washing away the
brown crud from Jake's awesome physique.  Jake slowly raised his arms
and started stripping off his muddy t-shirt.  He always wore shirts
that were one size too small for him, the better to show off his
bronzed and beautiful body, Mike thought.  Usually he'd just roll the
shirt up his body, and then quickly pop it off and onto the floor.  But
tonight, the combination of too much beer and slimy mud got the better
of him.  He tugged and pulled, but to no avail.  The shirt wasn't going
to peel off easily this time.  Not without some help, anyway.

"Hey, Johnson, get your butt over here and take this shirt off of me,"
ordered Jake.  "And don't tear it off, either.  It's one of my
favorites."

Mike's close proximity to such a hot guy, even under these less than
perfect circumstances, had already gotten him extremely turned on.  His
crotch had been tingling and pulsing with excitement ever since Jake
had stumbled and pressed against him on the stairs.  His nearly hard
cock lurched again in his nylon shorts, surging and filling completely
with blood. He'd just been ordered to strip the shirt off of one of the
hottest guys in the Aggie Band--shit, one of the hottest guys on
campus!  He couldn't wait.  This would be a wet-dream come true!

Mike moved behind Jake and the chair and slowly reached down, grasping
the bottom of the shirt on both sides of Jake's body.  Jake raised his
arms straight up.  Mike pulled, slowly peeling the shirt up and over
Jake's head.  The cleansing water continued to beat down on both of
them now.  As the sand and dirt washed away from Jake's glistening
body, Mike nearly passed out.  He'd seen Jake's body before, sure, but
not up close--not like this.  He marveled at the hard, sinewy
shoulders, so tightly muscled, so broad.  And then the smooth slabs of
Jake's pectorals, capped with two large, dark nipples that were hard
and pointing straight out.  The water freely cascaded down across the
shining, hairless chest, running down across the hard, rippled muscles
of his tight abs.  A faint whisper of light brown hairs trailed down
from his navel and disappeared into his tight Levis.  Mesmerized, Mike
almost forgot why they were there until Jake's bark brought him back to
earth.

"Hey, freshman, hurry up and get my boots off before they're ruined,"
said Jake.  Mike quickly moved around and tugged off both of the soaked
Ropers with less trouble than he expected.  He placed them out of range
of the spray and awaited further instructions.

Jake had been unbuttoning his Levi's, slowly exposing more and more of
his crotch.  Mike was crestfallen to note that Jake had on briefs
underneath his jeans.  Jake popped the last button, then struggled to
stand up and began wriggling around, trying to lower his jeans.  Jake
usually wore jeans as tight as his t-shirts and tonight was no
exception.  The tight denim, completely soaked through now, refused to
give way easily.

"Sir, sit down and I'll help you pull them off," volunteered Mike.  It
was a brazen suggestion, but Mike figured, what the hell, this night
was already pretty crazy anyway, so why not go for all he could get out
of it?

Jake didn't flinch or hesitate.  He dropped back into the chair and
thrust his legs up into the air.  Mike knelt before him, grabbed the
cuffs of each leg and tugged as Jake angled his butt up off the chair.
He managed to strip the jeans down to the thighs, and then was able to
pull them completely free of his body.  Mike tossed them aside and
turned back, still kneeling, to face Jake once more.  He was presented
with a beautifully full, briefs-covered cockmound, right at eye level.
His own crotch surged and hardened into full erection.  It would soon
be easily visible to Jake through his now soaking wet nylon gym shorts.
Suddenly he realized where he was staring.  He quickly dropped his
eyes, then looked up again into Jake's.  Just for a moment, Mike
thought he saw a twitch of a smile cross Jake's face.  Then it was
gone.

"Now get that tomato juice and pour it all over me.  And hurry up!"

Mike grabbed the nearest quart can of juice, punched the lid and turned
back to Jake.  He started laughing.  He couldn't help it.  He kept
fighting to control it, but just couldn't get over the craziness of
what he was doing.  He was preparing to shower a senior with tomato
juice!

"Quit laughing, dickhead, and pour it on.  Hurry up!  I don't wanna
smell like this all night."  Jake sounded angry, but Mike detected an
undercurrent of laughter in Jake's voice as well.  He poured the juice
onto Jake's head and shoulders.  Jake, spluttering and cussing, began
wiping the red stuff all over his head, chest and arms.  Mike kept
opening cans and handing them to Jake, who continued to shampoo his
body with the juice.  To Mike's surprise, the odor seemed to be
dissipating.  He soaked Jake's clothing with the stuff, and then began
rinsing everything off with clean water.

Jake, meanwhile, had grabbed the bottle of liquid shower soap soon had
his body foaming with suds. Mike envied the suds, slipping and sliding
across those taut muscles, down across those lightly haired legs.  Then
Jake stood up and with one surprisingly quick motion stripped off his
briefs and tossed them onto his pile of wet clothes.  He turned back to
the showerhead and Mike nearly passed out.

What a fucking stud!!! Mike's head reeled.  Jake continued working the
mass of suds across his tight, hard stomach and then slowly churned his
way down, down, down to the large, thick cock that swung heavily from
side to side between his legs. Mike nearly gasped with excitement.  His
own eight-inch rod throbbed, a full hardon, surging and straining,
trying desperately to free itself from the confines of his nearly see-
through shorts.  He didn't care if Jake could see his cock or not.
There wasn't anything he could do to hide it now anyway.

Jake seemed to take no notice of Mike or his hardened condition. The
suds slid under his heavy ball sack and he pressed them into his thick,
curly pubic patch.  His other hand reached down and worked the soapy
hairs around, creating more rich, thick lather.  He then squeezed his
still soft, but thickening cock, applying more pressure as the slippery
soap oozed out from under his fingers.  Jake kept his hands at his
crotch, rhythmically squeezing his now hardening rod, white soapsuds
foaming from between his long fingers.  Mike was hypnotized by this
blatant, almost taunting display of beautiful male flesh.

He glanced up at Jake's face.  The studly senior's eyes were closed,
his head tilted back slightly.  The water washed down across his crisp
flat top, cascading over his neck and shoulders and down his backside.
The pale light from the frosted window revealed the classic cut of his
square jaw.  He had the hint of a smile turning up at the corners of
his mouth.  Jake stood about 5 foot 10, less than an inch shorter than
Mike, but he seemed huge and dominating in this situation.  Mike knew
the military protocol of the Corps of Cadets:  seniors ruled, and if he
tried anything that Jake wasn't expecting or wanting, it could be
curtains for him in more ways than one.  As much as he wanted to reach
out and touch some of the beautiful, naked maleness so proudly on
display before him, he gritted his teeth and kept his arms at his side.

Jake continued to squeeze and fondle his ever-growing prick, reaching
down now and then to push more billowy white suds across his heavy ball
sack.  His breathing was more labored now, his stroking more intense.
Mike almost cried with frustration.  His own cock was super hard now,
punching against his soaked shorts, pounding and pressing for release
from its wet nylon prison.  He reached down to push the throbbing meat
up so the head pointed to the ceiling.  The hardened rod poked its head
out of the waistband of his shorts.

Jake continued working over his own rod, which now throbbed and
stiffened, harder than ever, quickly raising up from his crotch until
it stood high and proud, angled slightly upward from his abdomen.  It
was a solid, pounding eight inches, maybe more.  Just like Mike's in
length, but thicker, Mike thought.  Nicely cut, with a large helmet-
head that capped off the steel-hard piece of meat.  Mike noted how the
bluish veins laced the heavy man-stalk.

"Why don't you take off those shorts and let that thing out of its
cage."

Mike wasn't sure what he was hearing.  Was his mind playing tricks on
him, telling him things he wanted to hear rather than what he'd really
heard Jake say?

"I told you, fish Johnson---take off those shorts."  Jake's eyes were
open now and he was staring straight at Mike.  His right hand was still
rhythmically moving the soapsuds back and forth across his stiffened
cock as it arched proudly out toward Mike.  His other hand now moved
slowly across his tight abdomen, gently caressing the smooth skin in
small circles.  Hot waves of excitement shot through Mike as he simply
stared at one of the hottest guys he knew.  His cock ached and
strained, begging for release, to be stroked and squeezed just as Jake
was stroking and squeezing his own hard cock rod.  Mike threw caution
aside and complied with Jake's order.

He tugged his shorts down with one quick motion and raised up, kicking
the soggy garment aside.  His rod pounded and pulsed, pointing toward
the ceiling at about a 45 degree angle, the head already wet from the
shower spray and copious amounts of pre-cum that continued to leak from
the large slit in his cockhead.

Slowly, Mike's right hand slid over his slightly hairy, muscled chest.
He grasped his left tit, now equally as hard as his cock, and lightly
tweaked it.  His cock responded as it always did, jerking and throbbing
upward as the hot twinge of tit stimulus jolted through his body.  His
left land came up under his balls and grasped the thick cock rod and
held it tightly, squeezing it rhythmically but not stroking.  Not yet.

By now, Jake had moved his hand from stroking his ripped abs and was
now imitating Mike's tit play.  He tugged and pulled on his hard man-
nipple while continuing to squeeze and stroke his throbbing, suds-
covered rod.  He pulled the tight skin down toward his cock base until
the skin threatened to split, then pushed his fist outward, pulling on
the soapy shaft and grasping it a bit harder as his fingers pressed and
stroked across the super-sensitive tip of his cockhead.  Jake moaned
and his eyes closed momentarily, reveling in the super erotic
sensations shooting through his stiff shaft.

Mike stared, hypnotized by Jake's rhythmic squeeze-and-stroke hand
play.  His left hand remained tightly wrapped around his pounding cock,
his other still lightly tugging and tweaking at first one, then the
other, of his equally aroused nipples.  He moaned softly as he felt the
tremendously hard cock in his hand surge and pump with the hot flashes
pouring through his veins as he took in the scene in front of him.
Jake had turned slightly, forcing the front of his body into the shower
spray.  The surging spray quickly washed the foamy suds down to the
tile floor beneath their feet, swirling softly down the drain.  Now,
Jake's incredibly hot, sculpted body was fully revealed in profile to
Mike's hungry eyes.  The round globes of the two cheeks of Jake's ass
were high and taut.  He had the butt of an ice skater, no doubt finely
honed into shape from four years of fierce, aerobic Marine exercises
and heavy weight training in his quest to be a Marine pilot.  His butt
was smooth, without a trace of body hair.  In fact, most of Jake's body
was completely free of hair except for a few silky wisps in his armpits
and a thick, light brown patch of fuzz surrounding his sturdy, surging
mancock.

The rippling muscles of his stomach rose and fell as he breathed
deeply, really getting into the heavy-duty cock stroking he was giving
himself.  Mike threw all caution to the wind.  He wasn't going to allow
himself to get this to close to his dream-god and not do more than
watch him jack off in front of him.  Maybe he was gambling that Jake
wanted more out of this than he had indicated so far, but Mike was
willing to take the risk.  His own hard cock seemed to pull him like a
magnet toward the steel-muscled stud before him.  He stepped toward
Jake and reached across to cut off the shower.  His arm brushed against
the senior cadet's chest and Jake's eyes opened.  Their faces were less
than a foot apart now.  Both cadets had ceased pumping their cocks
momentarily.  They stared deep into each other's eyes.  Mike detected a
flicker of anxiety from Jake but it quickly disappeared, soon replaced
by smoldering, demanding desire.  Mike had seen that desire in many
other guys before.  He knew the telltale signs all too well---he knew
the only thing Jake wanted now was to get his rocks off in a ball-
busting, mind-blowing orgasm.

Mike slowly stretched out a hand and took hold of Jake's thick,
throbbing ramrod.  He gently squeezed the hard tube, marveling at its
heat and incredible smoothness.  He felt the thick piece of meat
growing even more, expanding, thickening, and swelling as if to burst
from its fleshy wrapper.  Its girth was such that he really couldn't
squeeze his fingers completely around the surging shaft.  He pulled it
out from the groin, stretching it as much as he could, trying to gauge
its actual length:  at least eight and a half inches, maybe a bit more,
Mike figured.  Mike's mouth ached to take that cock, to feel that thick
piece of collegiate meat inside his warm, wet mouth, to run his tongue
along the sides of that hard dick shaft, to feel the throbbing hardness
of that hot Marine cadet cock in his mouth.  He began to pump slowly
back and forth.  Jake moaned softly and closed his eyes.  Mike reached
up with his other hand and pressed it against the smooth slab of Jake's
left pectoral.  He began to rub it slowly back and forth across that
hard, well-muscled chest, occasionally reaching down with his thumb to
flick the well-extended nipple.  Jake shivered with pleasure each time
Mike's thumb flipped over his sensitive man-tit.  Mike smiled inwardly.
Tit-play was one of his favorite pastimes, too, and he was pleased to
see that Jake shared his lust for having his tits stroked and played
with.  Each flicker of that tit caused Jake's cock to jump and pulse in
Mike's hand.

Glancing down at Jake's pulsing penis, Mike noticed the huge drop of
clear precum that had oozed from the helmet-shaped head.  He gently
spread the male honeydew across the wide expanse of the throbbing
cockhead.  More drops began to ooze and seep from the piss slit and
Mike used these to moisten his fingers so that they slid smoothly along
the veined shaft.  His precum-slickened hand moved back and forth along
the hard cock, massaging and stroking, intensifying Jake's pleasure
with each movement.  His careful handiwork elicited the desired
response from Jake.  He continued moaning softly, eyes still closed,
soaking up the exciting sensations that were shooting through his hard
cock and equally hard tits, thanks to Mike's non-stop body worship.

Suddenly, Mike felt a hand moving along his right thigh, brushing
gently against the dark, downy hairs covering his legs.  He trembled
with delight, happy as heck to see that Jake was taking a more active
role in their sex play.  He would have been more than satisfied just to
service this big, butch stud of a Marine cadet, if that had been all
Jake had wanted.  But if he was willing to go further, Mike sure wasn't
going to complain!

He felt the hand press harder against his leg, becoming more of a
probing massage now than just the gentle caressing motion he'd felt
before.  The hand moved slowly upward, Jake's long fingers pressing
firmly into his thigh, traveling slowly, methodically toward his
crotch.  Mike shivered with anticipation.  He couldn't count the number
of loads he'd shot off while jerking off and thinking about just this
moment.  Mike knew he wasn't a bad looking guy and the workouts the
Corps and PE put him through kept him in pretty good shape.  But he
wasn't anywhere near the level of the Adonis-class stud who was just
about to clasp his raging hardon in his fist.  Mike was afraid for a
moment that this initial contact might make him shoot his rocks off
immediately.  But his fears soon subsided and were replaced by
overwhelming pleasure as Jake's hand finally found its prize and
wrapped securely around the base of Mike's pounding erection.  He
squeezed down hard on the cock, as if anticipating Mike's excitement
and wanting to shut off any premature cum shots that might be building
up in Mike's overheated balls.

Mike let out a gasp of passion.  It was as though Jake's fingertips
were edged with fire.  A thrill of excitement coursed through him such
as he had never known before.  He closed his eyes and threw his head
back, giving himself over completely to what was happening.  It was
every bit as good as he had dreamed it.  His body shook with
excitement, his head pounding with lust, and his blood running
feverishly hot with carnal desire.

Mike felt Jake's other hand cupping his low-hanging testicles, firmly
tugging and pulling on them, working the overloaded ovals around, then
letting them slip through the opening in his fingers before he rolled
them around some more against his palm.  Mike released Jake's cock and
edged closer, their hardons now bumping firmly against each other like
blunt medieval lances.  The head of Jake's cock pushed into Mike's
abdomen, smearing a clear wad of slimy precum across his lightly haired
torso.  Mike slid the palms of his hands beneath Jake's writhing
buttocks, marveling at the smoothness of his muscular ass, how tightly
it would tense and release as he massaged that beautiful bubble butt.
His fingers dug into the hard, sinewy flesh, pulling hard on both
halves of that taut ass, spreading the cheeks, then releasing, only to
spread and release them again and again.  Jake was really getting into
it now. His breathing became more rapid, his eyes were fully open now
and he stared straight into Mike's.  Jake had probably never been as
drunk as he originally let on to be.  He certainly wasn't showing many
signs of it now, Mike thought.  But that was okay.  Many times Mike had
tricked with guys during his high school days and on into college some
would claim they couldn't recall a thing that had happened the night
before, thanks to their drunkenness.  But Mike didn't care.  He knew
they'd both gotten their rocks off in all kinds of ways, and if these
guys wanted to pretend nothing had ever happened, that was okay by him.
More often than not, those same guys would be tricking with him again
within a few days and the same pattern of denial would repeat itself.
It never bothered Mike that much.  Heck, he still got to enjoy hot
mansex with them and vice versa, so who cared if they acknowledged the
encounters later on or not?

Mike ran his hands up Jake's hard butt cheeks and onto his tight, well-
formed back and shoulders.  He marveled at the sculpted musculature
under his probing, massaging fingers---Jake could have modeled for a
men's health magazine, that's for sure!  Mike had seen Jake in action
at the college gym, fanatically pumping iron with the sweat pouring off
his tanned, nearly hairless torso of steel, the large veins flexing and
swelling as he pushed his body to the limits of endurance, squeezing
out one more rep to produce that one extra millimeter of muscle mass
that made him look so desirous to so many of his classmates.  His hands
trailed across Jake's wet flattop, the type of haircut that gave Mike
an automatic hardon.  Running his fingers across that close-cropped
scalp ratcheted his sexual tension up another couple of notches.

He then swept his hands down to Jake's broad shoulders and chest.  He
rubbed the water-slick palms of his hands around, encircling the large
copper-colored nipples that poked out, hard as nails.  Then, grasping
both hard nubs, he used his thumbs and twirled and tugged on them,
sending thrilling jolts of pleasure rocketing across Jake's chest and
down into his groin, causing his already super-stiff rod to jerk and
sway with excitement.  Jake moaned again, his head tilting slightly
backward, but his eyes still fixed on Mike's, never flinching from
their intense gaze.  Mike stroked lower, tracing across the hard, well-
defined lines of Jake's abs.  He loved feeling that hard abdominal
crease that outlined the rippling belly muscles and tapered to his slip
hips that were now spread wide, open to Mike's worship.  Mike dipped
his head and ran his tongue across the smooth, hard stomach, lapping
eagerly across each and every line of Jake's incredible six-pack.  Each
stroke of his hot tongue evoked shudders of pleasure from Jake and
equally strong reactions from Mike.  Mike trembled with excitement as
his tongue washed across the sturdy, muscled midsection.  His cock
throbbed and surged with excitement, his blood boiling with
anticipation.

Jake hadn't been standing idly by while Mike was working over his
buttocks, tits and abdomen.  His hands had been busily rolling and
tugging on Mike's swollen testicles, gently but firmly squeezing and
teasing the roiling orbs as they built up their hot load of steamy
collegiate cum.  He'd also been tugging and jacking Mike's iron-hard
rammer, pushing the hot flesh back and forth along the hard, thick cock
that jutted up from his pounding loins.

Mike raised up from his tongue-worship of Jake's hard abs and arched
his back as he felt the thick juice begin to gather for release in his
hot nuts.  They got tighter and he could feel that tightness building
in them, filling them with cum, filling them with that sweet, hot juice
of young manhood that was preparing to shoot off into the air, to
splatter on this hot senior stud that was working him over.  Jake's own
hard cock was pressing against Mike's nuts now.  The big, blunt head
with its never-ending stream of precum drooling from its enlarged piss
slit pushed and probed under Mike's enlarged balls, lifting them up
into Jake's hands.  Mike loved the feel of another guy's prick against
his nuts.  Mike always shaved the hair from his balls to make them more
sensitive to just such touching and stroking and it paid off big time
tonight.  He could feel every inch of Jake's cockhead as it probed and
stroked against his boiling balls.  The rim of Jake's cockhead would
catch against the folds of Mike's scrotum, hang up for a moment and
then quickly release, sending surges of pleasure pumping and blowing
through Mike's groin.  The waves of passion didn't stop at his crotch,
either.  This was a body-and-mind blowing experience, for sure!  Mike's
head reeled with passion, his entire circulatory system seemed on fire
with the molten lava of desire and lust that burned every time he
touched Jake or Jake would touch him.  He couldn't believe how turned
on he was and wasn't sure how much longer he could last before he blew
his wad all over the place.  It would certainly be an orgasm to
remember for a long, long time.

Despite the intense pleasure Mike was receiving from Jake's cock
probing around his balls and his occasional tit pinching, Mike wanted
more.  He hungered to get his tongue wrapped around that hard, huge
mancock thrusting out of that Marine cadet's crotch.  He wanted to suck
on that beautiful cock quickly, not knowing how close Jake might be to
releasing his own hot wad of sperm sauce.  Mike wasn't sure if Jake
would want to go a second round tonight or in the future, so he planned
on making sure he got at least some action on that senior's big prick
before the evening ended with their mind-blowing orgasms.

He slid down to his knees on the tile floor, bracing himself with
Jake's well-developed thighs that flexed and tightened to support his
descent.  His eyes feasted hungrily on his ultimate prize.  What a
beauty!  Ever since he'd seen that cock just flaccid in the dorm shower
the first week of college, he'd been dying to see how it would look
fully hard.  It was even more beautiful than Mike had imagined.

"When I first saw your cock this year I just knew I'd have to have it,"
said Mike, his voice a quavering, hoarse whisper.  He didn't want
anyone to overhear him, not that there was much chance of that, but he
also found it hard to speak, so overcome with the sexual tension and
emotion of the moment.  What he had felt before when jacking off and
dreaming of Jake's hard cock was nothing compared to what he was now
feeling.  His body ached with desire.  Now that the moment had finally
come to pass, he almost wasn't able to move ahead, so excited was he.
He reached out and ran the tips of his fingers lightly over the surface
of Jake's pulsating cock head.

Jake let out a gasp of passion.  It was as though Mike's fingertips
were edged with fire.  A thrill of excitement coursed through him such
as he had never known before.  His eyes, watching Mike's every move,
were now glazed with pure, unadulterated lust.  Then, they slowly
closed, and Jake's head slowly tilted back as he implored Mike to take
him.

"Come on, man, do me," begged Jake.  "Suck that cock, fucker.  Come on,
go down on that meat and give me some head big-time, freshman.  Do it.
Come on.  Do me."

Mike didn't have to be asked again.  He moaned, running his fingers
freely, lovingly over the vein-entwined stalk of Jake's magnificent
prick.  "Oh yeah, stud, I'm gonna do you.  Gonna do you right.  Gonna
give you just what you need, just what you want, you hot fucker you.
I've been wanting to do this for a long time.  You just don't know---
seeing your hot body flying around that weight room, watching your hot
cock bounce around in that shower room, prick-teasing everyone...yeah,
I'm gonna take care of that hot cock for you, stud."

With that, Mike devoured the pulsating rod halfway to its hairy,
aromatic hilt.  The thickness of the meat kept him from swallowing the
entire rod all at once.  That might take some doing, he thought, but he
was going to do it if it took him all night!  Jake let out a short yelp
of surprise and pleasure at the heat of the freshman cadet's mouth on
his cock.  Mike held on tight to Jake for a few seconds, not even
moving, but then finally releasing his suctioning grip on the throbbing
cock, letting it slip slowly out of his mouth and across his slurping
lips, the tip barely escaping the opening.  Mike noticed another large
dollop of clear precum surging out of the piss slit so he quickly stuck
out his tongue and swiped the head clean.  It tasted wonderful, sweet
and kind of salty, but definitely all-man!  He quickly pushed his mouth
back over the cock, bringing more low, sustained moans from Jake as the
squirming, wet tongue caressed the sensitive prickhead, rolling over
and over it, running back and forth across the broad, super-sensitive
base of the cock.

Mike slid the palms of his hands across Jake's writhing butt, marveling
again at the firm musculature, nearly hairless and so slick and smooth
thanks to their earlier shower.  He pulled Jake against his face,
pulling the whole of his throbbing cock once again into his hot throat.
Then, he released him once more to let all but the raging knob escape
again.  In and out, again and again, then yet again.  He delved the tip
of his probing tongue into the pouty piss lips, flicking and fucking it
gently to taste the droplets of precum and semen that were already
forcing themselves out into the world.  Jake continued to groan in
ecstasy.  Seldom had he felt anything approaching this incredible
blowjob that sent super sensations surging through his taut, collegiate
torso.  Jake was no stranger to hot sex with guys.  Maybe he was just
turned on a bit more than usual by the added thrill of doing it right
here in the dorm shower where there still was a remote chance of
getting caught in the act.  Maybe it was just the fact he hadn't cum in
more than a week, thanks to a hectic schedule of classes and corps
activities.  Whatever the reasons, he felt like his body was going to
explode tonight.  He writhed about, glorying in the feeling of Mike's
hands on his asscheeks as one finger slowly probed its way into his man
crack.  Only recently had Jake gotten into ass play in a big way, and
he had loved it.  Previously, he had always been the one cramming his
big fingers up some guy's hot hole while sucking or jerking him off.
But since summer Marine camp, Jake had discovered the pleasures of
having one or two fingers rammed up his manhole while one buddy
finished sucking him off and a third guy had worked over his feverish
tits with his hot mouth and expert hands.  He hadn't taken a dick up
the ass yet, but he was certainly willing to try, providing he could
find just the right guy to do it to him.  And one who would let him
return the favor.  He certainly imagined it would be equally as
thrilling to be able to plunge his hard man rammer up another guy's hot
hole until both of them were squirming with lust and shooting their cum
wads everywhere.

Suddenly, the tip of one of Mike's fingers found its mark and pushed
its way into Jake's tight, spasming fuck hole.  Jake gasped as this new
delight rocketed through him.  His prick surged and swelled in Mike's
mouth.  At first, Mike thought he had gone too far and that Jake would
soon be flooding his sucking cavern with a generous load of creamy man
sauce.  He quickly backed off on the suction and ass poking, contenting
himself to merely hold Jake's pulsing rod in his mouth while only
slowly rotating his finger in the slowly loosening manhole.  He won the
battle.  Jake's nuts, which had begun to pull dangerously close to his
body in the anticipated prelude to orgasm, eased back down into the
silky folds of their scrotal sack.  Mike took that opportunity to work
them over slowly, gently, with his other hand.  He rolled the heavy
nuts, one at a time, between his thumb and forefinger, marveling at
their smooth shape and size, almost as large as small lemons, hanging
now a good two inches below the hard root of Jake's erection.  It was
evident Jake didn't shave his balls, but the covering of hair was so
light and fine as to be almost invisible except to one who was
intimately examining his crotch with an experienced tongue and fingers.

Mike pulled completely off the hard prick now and turned his attention
to these boiling cum makers.  He laved his tongue under the silky sack;
pushing the balls up so they spilled across his stiff, wet tongue.  He
suckled each nut, twirling it in his mouth, caressing it with his slick
tongue, as if searching each nut's surface for any flaws but finding
none.  He pulled gently on the sack, trying vainly to push both into
his mouth simultaneously but giving up when he realized their size was
too much for him.  Jake continued to moan and groan in appreciation.

"Oh yeah, stud, suck those hot nuts!  Yeah, get that tongue down there
and do me, buddy.  Yeah, that's it---love that hot tongue action on my
balls.  Those balls love to feel that hot tongue working them over.  Oh
man, is that good---aw fuck yeah, buddy!  Aw, shit..oh man, that is
sooo good.  Don't stop, please!"

But as much as Mike was enjoying this ball-worship and as much as Jake
begged him to keep it going, Mike knew that their luck might soon run
out and someone else might stagger in drunk that night and interrupt
their hot sex play.  He reluctantly pulled off the two steaming orbs
and returned to the main course---Jake's pounding prick that continued
to tower above him, angled toward the ceiling.  Mike reached up,
pulling the cock down and in to his hungry mouth.  He began pistoning
up and down the rigid stalk of the big prick with a ball-busting rhythm
now, his tongue continuing to tickle the ridge of the cock's sensitive
underside.  He knew from experience that most guy's really got off on
this stroke, and he wanted to ensure that this was one of the best,
ball-busting orgasms Jake had ever enjoyed.  He was going to do his
best to be sure Jake would be back for more, regardless of what mixed
feelings he might have regarding Corps and military regulations and the
overall morals of society.  As long as both of them were super-careful
as to when and where they got it on, they could keep this up until Jake
had graduated and moved on into the Marine Corps full-time.  Heck,
maybe even afterwards, if he were stationed somewhere near Texas A&M,
Mike thought.

Jake felt Mike's tongue working over his cock, licking at the thick
head, sending thrill after thrill crashing through his body.  That
mouth on his dick felt so good---so good.  His mind reeled, his
heartbeat rapidly increased, his whole body surged with lust, fueled by
the intense sensations raging so fiercely through his groin thanks to
the expert cocksucking he was receiving from this horny freshman cadet.
Mike gripped the base of Jake's thick piece of meat and his tongue
slipped around and around the head of that dick, slithering again and
again around the rim of the helmet of his finely cut piece of meat.
Jake was sure his balls were going to explode.  The tongue was doing
double-time on his cockhead now, twirling and slurping at his rod.  He
began to thrust his hips forward, trying to drive more and more of his
cock deeper and deeper into Mike's hungrily sucking throat.  Mike once
again began thrusting his middle finger back up into Jake's tight
asshole, thrusting and twisting the digit into the dark recesses of
that finely tuned bubble butt.  Jake responded by squeezing his anal
muscles so tight around the finger that Mike thought it might snap in
two.  God, what would it take to be able to slide his cock up into an
asshole that tight? Mike wondered fleetingly.

Mike continued to squeeze the base of Jake's cock while plunging his
finger up his hole as fast and as deep as possible.  Jake kept
rhythmically thrusting his hips into Mike's face, adding to the
building thrills both of them were feeling.  Mike's own cock had never
lost a bit of its hardness since he'd kneeled down to service Jake's
cock.  It continued to bounce and sway in short, throbbing motions
between his legs, drooling gobs of clear precum that ran untouched from
his enlarged piss slit down the strong shaft to his hot nuts.  Some of
the juice lingered there, but other droplets weighted by the unending
stream of lube and aided by the lack of hair on his shaved balls
dripped stickily down to the tile floor, forming a small puddle between
his feet.

Mike sensed that Jake's climax was nearing and quickly released the
base of Jake's cock and instead reached up to his midsection.  He
lingered momentarily over the hard abs that were now expanding and
contracting as Jake's blood pressure and sexual tension mounted.  He
stroked the classic six-pack a few more times, loving the way Jake's
sweat had now built up a fine sheen of slickness that aided his
caresses, then moved higher to latch onto his hard left nipple.  Using
his finger and thumb, he began rolling and tugging the man tit,
alternating between quick, harsh pinching and smooth, gentle strokes.
Either way, Jake reacted with grunts and moans of satisfaction and
appreciation.

All the while, Mike continued to work his head back and forth on the
oversized sausage that was threatening to blow its cap anytime now.
Jake had now grabbed hold of his own heavy hung balls, now pulling
tighter and closer to his body, cupping those hot gonads as Mike
slipped back and forth along his shaft, sucking his dick in and out of
his mouth.  He pushed his meat forward, driving his mancock deeper and
deeper into Mike's mouth, forcing his cock all the way down his throat
at times.  Mike nearly choked, but fought the urge to gag and continued
to suck and swirl his tongue as he gasped for air each time his head
moved back from the heavy shaft.  Jake's rod somehow swelled ever
larger, threatening to break out of the smooth skin that covered the
steely shaft.  Mike knew this was it.  He doubled his suction, but
slowed his pistoning head and plunging finger.  He wanted to torture
Jake by denying him his orgasm for as long as possible.  And even when
he came, he wanted to draw it out as long as he could, knowing from
experience that this would drive Jake (or any other man) absolutely
insane with pleasure.  It worked.  Jake's rhythmic moaning became one
long, drawn out groan as his balls sucked up tightly to his body and
his body tightened like a bowstring.  Every muscle was pulled taut,
each vein on his legs and arms stood out in stark contrast to his
smooth, tanned skin.  He shook with the intensity of the moment.  It
was the moment they had both been working hard to achieve, but now
neither of them truly wanted to reach it.  But the inevitable orgasm
couldn't be stopped now.

By now, Mike's sucking had stopped almost completely.  His tongue kept
up a slow, tortuous twirling around the helmet head.  Mike could sense
the incredible tension even here as the cock rod swelled and shook in
his mouth.  He gave one final, hard thrust of his finger up Jake's
butt, punching his prostate one more time.  That did it.

Suddenly, Jake's huge rod exploded.  He fired jolt after jolt after
steamy jolt of white-hot cum into the back of Mike's greedily sucking
throat.  Mike drank it down as fast as he could, then quickly pulled
off the cock and pulled his finger out of Jake's clenching butt cheeks.
He grasped the surging, shooting rod and kept tugging and tweaking
Jake's nipples.  He squeezed and pumped the throbbing cock, pointing it
down to spray its oversized load onto his chest and stomach.  The white
wads of creamy clumps of mancum continued to spurt and spray from the
shooting shaft.  Jake's head exploded, too.  His blood rocketed through
his system and the sensations racked through him as if his entire guts
would be spurted out of his body through his shooting penis along with
his randy mancum.

Each spurt was marked by audible chants of "Ugh!" from Jake as he
continued to milk and tug at his own balls.  Mike noted that Jake had
quickly jammed his own fingers up his ass when Mike had pulled out.  As
Jake kept plunging fingers up his butt and tugging on his roiling nads,
Mike kept working on the spurting cock, showering himself with hot wads
of cum that landed in hard, sticky streamers across the fine black
hairs that lightly covered his chest and stomach.  The cock just kept
on spurting, shooting a seemingly endless supply of semen all over the
place.  Mike couldn't believe how much cum there was.  The starchy
smell of it permeated the damp air, intoxicating Mike with its manly
aroma.  He kept up a slow, steady pump action on the surging shaft
until the hard volleys of cum finally slowed, becoming strong trickles
of creamsauce that oozed steadily out of the swollen cockhead.  Now the
creamy cum streamed onto the tile floor between them, mixing with the
small puddle of Mike's precum.

Jake's body shook spasmodically as the relentless surging and shooting
of his cock slowly subsided.  His breathing, though still heavy, slowed
a bit.  The tension gradually eased from his frame, his body moving
into the sweet afterglow of recovery.  Mike gingerly milked the last
few drops from his now deflating prick, teasing Jake a bit as the
super-sensitivity of post-orgasm overcame him and he feebly attempted
to push Mike's hand away from his cock.  Satisfied that he had
accomplished all that he could for this time, Mike released the cock
and leaned back on his heels, then slowly rose to his feet.  His own
cock continued to bob and sway stiffly in front of him, no more than an
inch or so away from Jake's slowly shrinking hardon.

Jake's eyes were still closed, but he slowly opened them and looked at
Mike.  He glanced down at the long, white streamers of his cum that
were slowly, stickily working their way down Mike's chest.  He looked
at the puddle of cum and precum that had pooled around their feet, then
looked back into Mike's eyes.  Mike waited, unsure how this stud
senior, a Marine cadet determined to make a career out of the military,
would react.  He didn't have to wait long.

A thin smile creased the corners of Jake's mouth and Mike saw complete
acceptance in Jake's eyes.  It was going to be okay.  Jake wasn't going
to run from the shower room.  And Mike was 95 percent sure there would
be a return engagement in store for them.  But first things first---
what about his raging hardon, he wondered?

Again, he didn't have long to wait.  Almost before the question had
crossed his mind, Jake had reached out with both hands and had begun to
capture the cooling cum that had sprayed across Mike's chest.  He wiped
it onto the palms of his hands, then reached up and began rubbing the
juicy jism into Mike's nipples.  Mike groaned in appreciation.  Man,
did he love tit-play!  Jake continued to twirl and work his tits, using
the creamy cum as lubricant, making them slick and wet.  Jake reached
down to Mike's eight-inch shaft, throbbing and pulsing, and slowly
wrapped both hands around the stiff rod, spreading his still warm
mansauce along the turgid tube.  When he realized he might not have
enough lube to cover the entire piece and his balls, too, Jake stooped
down, scooped up cum from the puddle on the floor and then turned back
to finish coating the cock with a generous layer of his senior spray.

Mike was really getting off on this.  He had been more than ready to
shoot his wad since before he'd started sucking off Jake.  And now,
Jake's approach with cum as lubricant was driving him quickly to
orgasm.  He couldn't believe his luck.  He knew he wasn't the best-
looking guy on campus, but maybe just being aggressive and available
when it counted was enough to get you what you wanted.

Jake kept working on his cock, slicking the cum along the hard rod,
milking the shaft back and forth, back and forth, jacking Mike closer
and closer to ecstasy.  Mike moaned, appreciatively, then reached up to
tweak and play with his own tits.  He was really turning on to this
scene.  But then Jake surprised him by knocking his hands off his tits,
grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him around so that his butt
was pressed against Jake's crotch and chest.  Jake kept an arm around
him, holding him chest-high.  He reached down with the other hand and
began jacking off Mike's cock with smooth, steady strokes.  His hard,
muscled framed pressed tightly against Mike's backside.  Mike could
feel the rippling body rubbing against him and it turned him on
incredibly.  That, combined with the sexy stroking Jake was giving him,
would certainly boil his nuts, Mike thought.

Jake soon released his grip on Mike's chest and reached down to work
over the freshman's hot nuts.  The liberal use of Jake's cum kept the
heady, starchy aroma in the air that further excited Mike.  Three
scents were guaranteed to give Mike a raging hardon:  swimming pool
chlorine, locker rooms and the starchy smell of mancum.  The reasons
for the first two are stories for another time, but tonight, the
overwhelming smell of Jake's cum thrilled Mike beyond belief.  He
leaned back and gave himself over to Jake's ministrations.  Jake played
with his nuts and then moved up to his tits, tugging and tweaking them
just as Mike had done to his own.  He kept up this teasing man play
while all the while pumping steadily on Mike's raging hardon.

Mike's cock wasn't as thick as Jake's, but it was still a good, solid
eight inches long and thick enough that Jake's hand could barely close
around it as he stroked it.  Its surface was heavily veined, its
foreskin loose and rolled back, revealing the glans, still shiny even
in the dim light of the shower room.  The cock's color was a little
lighter than Jake's and the balls were hanging low in their wrinkled,
hair-free sack.  Usually, Mike's scrotum was studded with wiry, black
pubic hair.  But now, only his crotch was matted with the dark hair,
smeared almost flat by the globs of mansauce Jake had rubbed into it.

Jake gripped the thick hardon, stroking the hot meat insistently.  With
his other hand, he continued to fondle and stroke the heavy balls,
weighing them in their hairless pouch as though trying to determine how
much cream they might contain.  It wouldn't be long before they both
found out the answer!  Soon, they'd both know, as the hot cream would
be fountaining out in large spurts to splatter all over the tiled
shower room.  Mike had enjoyed some fun circle jerks and jerk off
contests as a kid in junior high and high school, especially at summer
church camp.  He knew he could shoot a big wad, especially when he
hadn't cum in more than three days, as was the case tonight.

His broad, hair-covered chest with brownish nipples that stood up at
attention began to move with excitement as his breathing increased as
he got closer and closer to nirvana.  Jake reached up and pinched one
of his tits with his thumb and forefinger, grinding his fingernails
into the solid, but softly yielding flesh.  The sensations tingled
right through Mike and jolted his roiling gonads.  They began to draw
slowly up toward the base of his throbbing cock.  His balls were ready
to release their hot, overdue load of mancum.  His juicy jism couldn't
be held back any longer.

Jake beat his cock harder than before, whipping his hard fist back and
forth over its smooth, marble-hard surface.  Sweat poured from Jake's
face onto Mike's shoulder, mixing with Mike's own perspiration,
creating streams that ran down his hairy chest and into his matted
crotch.  Jake paused every now and then to moisten his fist with more
of the sweat and cum that had collected on Mike's chest.  He would then
redouble his efforts on Mike's hardon, jacking the hard prick with
measured strokes, slowly but surely building up the intensity of
pleasure that surged through Mike's body.  His jerking fist moved
faster and faster, borne along easily by the slick wetness formed from
the sweat, his cum and Mike's precum that now was oozing from his cock
at a steady pace, signaling the end was near.

Mike's hips gave out with little bucking movements, his firm ass cheeks
dimpling and twisting on reflex to the excitement coursing through his
veins.  Mike began to breathe heavily now, feeling the surging heat of
passion building up in his groin, flowing through his chest and
pounding in his head.  He was completely overcome with the excitement
and passion of his contact with Jake.  Having this super stud squeezing
his body against him, stroking off his cock while working overtime on
his tits---who could ask for anything better than this??!  He groaned
deep in his throat.  Jake twisted his cock with a corkscrew motion,
giving Mike agonizing thrills of ecstasy, driving him crazy with lust.
The room was filled with the tangy aroma of two studs in heat.  The
scent of sexuality filled Mike with desire and almost insane passion.
His knees almost gave out now.  The hand moved faster and faster over
his throbbing, pulsating prick.  Mike couldn't stand it.  He wanted to
cum, he wanted to cum so badly, but part of him wanted to stop, to
delay this volcano for another moment, if possible.

"Slowly, please," begged Mike.  "Do it slower---I like to be teased and
tortured to orgasm.  Make me beg for it---please.  Make it last---make
me beg for it." His voice trailed off into a slow, long moan of
pleasure as Jake quickly complied with his request.  His pounding fist
slowed to a crawl, barely inching back and forth on the swollen,
overworked cock rod.  Mike trembled and shook, his body totally caught
up in the orgasmic cataclysm that was about to engulf him.  The
tweaking of his tits continued unabated, which was fine.  That shot
greater pulses of passion rocketing through his veins and into his
crotch, building his orgasm to an unbelievable height now.

Jake continued his relentless stroking, very slowly jacking the tube
back and forth, truly torturing Mike in the best way possible, drawing
out his orgasm to a mind-blowing finish.  Mike threw back his head,
closed his eyes, and gave himself over to the overwhelming sensations
racking through him.  He didn't care what happened next.  Everything
was cock---cock---cock---cum---cum---cum.  That's all he concentrated
on now.

Jake sensed the end was near, as he felt how tight Mike's nuts were
against his cockroot.  He smiled, and began coaxing Mike to a climax.
"Yeah, come on, buddy.  Get those rocks off.  Get that cum out of those
balls, stud.  Let's see you shoot your stuff, freshman.  Show me that
hot cum-let's see that hot cumspray.  Show what you've got.  Let's see
if you measure up or not---see what kind of hot Corps band boy you
really are.  Gonna milk that cock dry, just like you did mine.  Come
on, buddy---shoot it!"

Precum was drooling in a steady stream from the open lips at the head
of Mike's prick now, pooling and dripping to the tile floor.  Mike
threw back his head, closed his eyes tightly and let go.  Suddenly,
before he was ready for it, the boiling semen came racing up from his
overworked nuts, rocketing up through his swollen urethra and spurting
hard and full from his pounding cockhead.  Jake's incremental jacking
motion ceased completely now, and he watched admiringly as Mike's cock
continued to spurt and spray with abandon without any further urging
from him at all.

The first wad spurted out hard and fast, landing about three feet in
front of them.  Jake pulled the cock straight up, as if it aiming it at
both his face and Mike's, and the subsequent loads began to rapidly
fire and spurt up, some splattering noisily on Mike's chest, one wad
just missing Jake's face and dropping instead on his hand that was
working Mike's tits.  Again and yet again, he shot, his balls aching
with the joy of release.  He couldn't believe how much cum continued to
pour from those manly reservoirs.  He hadn't shot like this in a while,
and he knew he had Jake to thank for it.  The creamy spermsauce
continued to pump out, albeit in much smaller shots now, juicy jism
that poured out and over the top of his cockhead and slid sexily down
the shaft and onto Jake's covering fist.  Jake periodically squeezed
the rod, eliciting groans and moans of pleasure from Mike and forcing
additional huge globs of starchy-smelling mancum to squirt up the tube
and drizzle down the fist and shaft.  Much of the cum puddled in Mike's
already matted pubic hair that crowned his pumping cock.

Mike's body shook uncontrollably and he would have collapsed to the
floor if not for the sturdy arm support from Jake.  His mind exploded
with fireworks, the thrill of absolute orgasmic ecstasy roared through
his body in never-ending cycles.  But finally, he slowly regained
control of his senses, his cum rate slowed to a faint trickle and his
cock began to soften a bit, very little really, in Jake's tight grasp.
Jake continued to support Mike's body with the other hand while easing
his hold on the deflating cock.  Mike's strength began to return and
his legs steadied enough to support himself once again.  His breathing
slowed to a more normal rate.  He reached down, shook his cock once and
squeezed out the remaining traces of his orgasmic onslaught.

He turned to face Jake, who by now had moved to the showerhead and had
already begun to clean off the remains of their torrid encounter.  Mike
began to do the same.  Neither cadet said a word to the other.  It
wasn't necessary.  They both knew what had happened and why, and they
both knew they had no problem with it.  But they both knew the protocol
of the Corps of Cadets and they knew that now they must revert to it
and conduct themselves accordingly.  Mike was okay with that.  He was
okay with everything!  Coming to Texas A&M, with its thousands of hunky
studs everywhere, especially in the Corps of Cadets, was like a dream
come true for him.  He laughed to himself, for he just realized that
all the incredible rapture of the past hour or so was due to one thing,
really:  Jake's ill advised attack on a skunk in a rainstorm.


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