Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2006 23:15:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: E. Rex <speedorex@yahoo.com>
Subject: Real or Imagined?

Eric Rex (Speedorex)

Reality?  Fantasy?  Of these things I am not sure.

Joining the long gray line at West Point was the greatest decision in my
life.  Working through the plebe year has been one of the hardest things
I have ever done.  The camaraderie has been great, and getting to know
classmates, some of them in a close, close way has fulfilled some of my
greatest desires.  The adjustment from civilian to cadet, with the
humiliation of serving those above me in class and rank, has been
confusing to say the least, reality, imagination, fantasy, all have
become confused so I am not sure who I am anymore...  What I am anymore.
As I lay here in my last night as a plebe, I cannot sleep.  I have great
memories but which are real, which are not?

I remember my Freshman year in high school.  I had joined the school
water polo team.  Having enjoyed swimming I knew it was the team for me.
I also knew I wanted to build up those muscles, and what better sport to
bulk up in than water polo.  Also, who can beat wearing a speedo, a tiny
golden speedo, barely covering my growing member...

Water polo brings out a lot of hyper masculine jocks: jacked studs who
like to wear their equipment out front, but who don't want to be seen as
sissies in banana hammocks.  So, in the water polo world, any hint of
sexual attraction to a fellow teammate is quickly squashed.   As I began
to work out with the team, I began to enjoy grinding into the my
teammates, grinding my dick into a speedo clad bud during a scrimmage,
grabbing a hard ass of a member of the opposing team tugging at his
speedo, on the sly, of course, and holding him back as he tried to strike
at the goal.  As I continued to practice and play, I became more and more
aware of attraction for my hot stud teammates, and even for some of the
"weaklings"  who played for our main rival across town.

Even though we were all hyper masculine, that didn't mean I couldn't hang
with buds who were coming to a similar self realization: a tug at myself
in the shower, a stolen glance at a tanned and naked upperclass stud
lathering his dick, rubbing his hand up and over his pecs, tweaking his
nipples.  As I stole glances at fit and jacked jocks preening and
stroking their assets in the shower,  I would see two others who were
also interested, and who soon discovered me, too...  Theo, Freddy, and I
became frequent partners as we discovered oursevles and each other after
those practices in which Freshmen were made to stay late, treading hour
after hour of water, doing laps, building our muscles up and then
responding in the shower as the one important muscle, at least the most
important muscle at that moment, would build up into a raging torment of
pleasure...  In the pool we became fierce aggressors, and our fame spread
throughout the conference.  Out of the pool we became known as the best
of friends, double or triple dating, having fun, pulling pranks, always
together.  In secret, first in the locker room, then in our bedrooms and
rec rooms, on camping trips, with the travel water polo team, or
wherever, we could steal away for a few minutes of pleasure, we would.
No one else would ever find out.  But we would know...

One day, the Summer after our Junior year, Freddy told us his parents
would be away for the week.  He actually got his parents to suggest that
me and Theo should stay with him, for safety.  He had a great house, with
pool, hot tub, rec room, home theater system, all any jacked member of
the water polo team could want. Freddy told us we should bring three
things: our speedos or thongs, our favorite porno flick, and our hottest
shirt, together with a bottle of suntan oil.   After getting permission
from our parents, and stern warnings from them too about drinking, about
partying, about girls (as if we cared)  we headed off for the week at
Freddy's.  Freddy's parents were just leaving.

"I left some steaks in the fridge, hon," his mom said, "and everything is
stocked up for you three."

"Ah, fresh meat," I thought to myself.

His Mom said "if you want anything that you don't see, use my cash
card."  She kissed us each on the cheek, and Freddy's parents left us
home alone, alone for a week of paradise...

As soon as they were gone, Freddy said "OK studs, time to get comfortable
for the week."  We each stripped off our polos and cargo shorts, leaving
on only our speedos.  "Last one in the pool's a wus," Freddy shouted, as
he ran out the door.  I was last, as I tripped on my shorts, and when I
jumped in they were ready for me.  I was sandwiched on both sides, Theo
grabbed for my ass, and drove his tongue into my ear, Freddy reached for
my cock, and drove his tongue into my mouth.  After several minutes of
driving ourselves into each other in the pool water, we pulled ourselves
out of the pool and onto the deck, ready to be dried out by the sun.

Since I was the last in the pool, I was chosen houseboy for the
afternoon.  My first job as houseboy was to oil them up.  First Freddy,
as the master of the house.  He lay on his beach towel, face down, so I
started on the backs of his legs.  His calves were massive, his thighs
taught.  His traps and shoulders rippled with muscle, as I applied the
oil, I massaged it into his bulked up shoulders, and could feel myself
getting hard.  As I worked my way down his back, I got even harder.  As I
reached his glutes, I couldn't resist, I stuck my oily hands down his
speedo, anointing his ass, and working my finger around his rosy hole.
Finally, I stuck one oily finger into him, and he gasped with pleasure.
I slapped him on the rear, and he turned over.   Inside his speedo, you
could tell he was at full attention, but for the moment I ignored this,
as I oiled his ankles, his knees, the fronts of his legs.  His eight pack
abs showed, what he always told us, that he had only 6 per cent body
fat.  I leaned over and kissed him, shoving my tongue deep into his
mouth. As I did I worked my oily hands into his pits and down his arms.
I broke our kiss and massaged the dark brown flower of his nips and pecs,
and then worked the oil down over his abs.

Theo was next, and he ordered me to remove my speedo and to wear it
around my neck while I was oiling him up.  By then the sun shone upon us
fully, but it was not a burning sun, but rather kept us warm and feeling
good.  As I oiled Theo up on the backside, my cock kept bouncing off his
body, adding a hot feature to our oil massage.  When it came time to oil
his ass, I oiled up my cock, and lay on him, sticking my cock into the
leg band of his speedos, once on either side. As I did this, I could see
that Freddy was still at full attention, as his cock was warmed by the
sun.  When Theo turned over, I could see he, too, was at full attention.
I oiled his hot jock body, muscle by muscle, and as I reached the center,
I pull down his speedo, and oiled up his cock.  He groaned in pleasure,
and Freddy, excited by what was happening, stroked himself in
anticipation.  I'm getting close, Theo gasped, and Freddy moaned.
Suddenly, Theo thrust his pelvis into the air, and our cocks rubbed
together .  He groaned and out gushed his cum, spraying all over me, and
landing on Freddy's face.  Freddy could hold back no more, he groaned
himself and began to spew.  I was soon covered with cum, but unable to
get off myself, as that was not a houseboy privilege.  I was allowed to
rest as I lay between my two best water polo friends, and we fell asleep
in the sun.

Up next: more reality, or fantasy?  From my  life...