Date: Sat, 30 Oct 1999 00:17:31 EDT
From: Den3407@aol.com
Subject: Cadet Sex:  Ch. 3--Mike's Nifty Nutcracker


The following story continues to trace the life of Texas A&M University Corps of
Cadets student Mike Johnson and his buddies.  It is based on real life events
but the names have been changed to protect the guilty!  Usual disclaimers:
practice safe sex, no minors and here's hoping you have a "hard" time getting
through this!   Feedback welcome at:  Den3407@aol.com.  Thanks for reading my
stuff.  Thumper/Houston TX


Cadet Sex:  Ch. 3
Mike's Nifty Nutcracker
By Thumper

"So tell me what you're thinking about to give you that raging early morning
hardon," said Ron as he continued pushing the covers down, exposing Mike's
nude body and 8-inch woody.

"I'm thinking about you and me and last night, of course!" said Mike, blushing
and laughing, a little surprised at Ron's aggressiveness so early in the
morning.

"Yeah, right.  I know BS when I hear it," said Ron, joining in the laughter.
He loved teasing his Cadet Corps Army buddy like this.  "Why don't you explain
those streaks of cum all over your PC, then?"  Ron pointed to Mike's computer,
perched on a nearby desk.  Sure enough, there were cloudy streaks plastered
across the screen.   Now Mike really turned red.

"I meant to clean those off before you got here," said Mike.  "I kinda had an
accident while working on my computer."

"An accident??!" exclaimed Ron.  "Some accident.  Tell me about it.  Every
last juicy detail."

"Uh-uh," said Mike, shaking his head.  "No way, Jose."

"Wait a minute, buddy.  Aren't you forgetting who won the bet last night?  I'm
the 'Stud of the Day' and you have to day anything and everything I tell you
to do-no questions asked!   And I'm ordering you to tell me how that PC got so
sticky!  I want you to tell me about-every single gory detail.  Don't leave
anything out.  Just like a phone-sex call or something.  Got it??!"

Mike knew that he had to honor his bet with Ron, but he hadn't planned on
having to tell him about how he'd creamed all over his computer.  He wavered.
 But then, Ron's hands moved down to grab hold of his upthrust cock iron and
he firmly squeezed his dangling gonads.   Surprised by this almost painful
action, Mike cried out:  "Alright, alright!  Let go of my fucking nuts, you
maniac!"

Ron grinned, released his buddy's bobbing cock and gave his nuts a gentle
caress before allowing them to drop to the mattress.  Taking a deep breath,
Mike began his narrative:

"I had just gotten home from working out at the YMCA last weekend when I was
home.  I didn't change clothes or anything-just came in and got online to
check messages and cruise on the Internet.  I fired up the PC while still
wearing my satin gym shorts, those black Umbros you think are so hot and are
always trying to borrow and keep from me.

"Well, I was wearing them, my sweaty black jockstrap, a white tank top and my
white socks w/Nike track shoes.  Everything was all wet and sweaty from
working out, but I didn't care.  I like the feel and smell of sweat like that
after a good workout.

"I started reading this really hot story on the Nifty Archives, one about
these two hot soccer players making it with each other with their soccer kits
on and all.  They were working each other over right through their shorts and
all.  That's something I've always liked to do, too, and these guys were
really getting it on.

"The minute I got into that hot story, my 8-inch cock started filling up and
pushing out against my jock.  As I continued reading, I began to slowly tweak
my hardening tits and then gently squeezed my now pulsing rod through the
satin material.  My cockmound kept growing, pushing out my silky black shorts.
 I moved my chair closer to the desk and my horny crotch pressed against the
edge of it.

"Good boy," interrupted Ron.  "You're doing a good job with all those details.
 I like that!  Keep it going."  Mike noticed that his words were definitely
having an elevating effect on Ron's rod, as his 8 and a half inches were now
pointing straight up as Ron sat cross-legged on the bed.  He continued his
story:

"The contact with the desk turned me on even more.  Excitement surged through
me, centered on my now deliciously throbbing joystick.  I inserted one hand up
the left leg of my shorts and caressed my balls in the tight jockstrap, loving
the way my fingernails lightly scratched and pulled at the corded material.
My overactive cum makers ached with pleasure in anticipation of what was to
come.  I stood up at the desk to continue my sex play and finish reading the
story.

"I continued reading that super story, reveling in the hot descriptions and
the inspiring action going on between the horny young teen soccer studs.  My
tit tweaking and massaging continued at a faster pace, and my other hand kept
tugging and pulling lightly on my trapped balls, then moved up to tug and
squeeze the bone-hard shaft that pointed straight up above them.

"Finally, forced to give in to the surging sensations racing through my body,
I yanked the jockstrap aside and pulled my throbbing prick free of its corded
confines.  It didn't pop completely free, but stayed hidden beneath the black
satin shorts.   By now, it was leaking copious amounts of clear honeydew from
the large slit in its mushroom head.  As the head brushed against the slick
material, I shuddered with pleasure.  God, how I loved that feeling, that
silky stuff just grazing my prickhead, turning me on more and more, pushing me
closer and closer to a ball-shattering climax.

"I then pulled my balls free of the strap as well, allowing them to dangle
free and loose across the silky shorts.  My prick, still somewhat restrained
by the shorts, was begging for attention.  I slowly grasped it with my left
hand, then quickly scooped a wad of creamy white Elbow Grease from my handy
lube jar and firmly wiped it along the entire length of my hard manshaft.
Each stroke of the slippery goo on my rod served to further heighten my
excitement.  Once I had the shaft fully lubricated, I again renewed my grasp
on my overheated cockrod with my left hand and started a rhythmic
masturbation:  slow, steady strokes, pumping up and down, up and down,
smearing the slick stuff evenly along the veined, pulsing shaft.

"I moaned out loud about what a hot fucking story this was, just reading about
those hot studs in those satin shorts, feeling each other up, sniffing and
suckling on each other's shorts-covered teencock...man, what I would have
given to have had either one of them sucking on my piece through my satin
soccer shorts I had on!

"By now, my constant, steady stroking on my now inflamed prick was building to
the boiling point of no return.  I could feel the surging spermsauce, building
and thickening, churning and burning in my balls, readying for an explosion.

"I steadily increased the speed of my strokes, squeezing and teasing my shaft
as I kneaded and pulled on my dangling nuts, smearing them with another glob
of creamy lube.  Feeling the surging pleasure charging from my hot nuts and
threatening to explode up my shaft, I quickly moved to pull and hold my balls
down to keep me from shooting right then.  I momentarily stopped my stroking,
wanting to maximize the sensation, to prolong my excitement and build myself
up to an explosive orgasm.  Just holding my cock perfectly still in my greasy
grasp spurred further sensations to race up and down my now super-sensitive
shaft.  But it wasn't enough to pitch me over the top---just enough to keep me
burning with excitement as the sensations crept incrementally higher and
higher.  What a fucking high!  A periodic squeeze-and-release motion sent
additional sparks of fiery pleasure shooting through my hard, near-bursting
cock, radiating heat waves of pleasure throughout the rest of my body.
Unghhhh!

"It worked.  The sizzling threat of total eruption eased just a bit, but my
dick stayed just as hard and tense as before.  I knew it was now just a matter
of seconds before I would cum.  And it was gonna be a bucket load of hot,
creamy joy juice, too!

"Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I relaxed my grip on my stiff prick and then
gradually slid my hand gingerly down along the shaft toward my dark pubic
hair.  My hand still stroked along the most sensitive underside of my prong,
grazing the glans and eliciting shudders of excitement from me, but the
contact was really minimal.  It's just that I was so super-sensitive now and
so close to cumming that even a light touch drew a sharp reaction from me.  I
knew from many previous jerkoff sessions just like this one that my
intentional self-torture-masturbation routine would propel me into a sexual
nirvana that was hard to beat (no pun intended!).

"Inch by inch, I continued to slowly push myself to the top.  My left hand
kept up its maddeningly slow, but steady, soft stroking motion while my right
continued massaging my now raging nuts that were pulling up tightly against my
body.  I worked the white lube goo all over them, lightly squeezing and
twisting them as I massaged and fondled those heavy sperm makers.   I then ran
my right hand up the front of my tight tank top, grasping my hard left tit and
giving it a quick twist.  That did it.

"Triggered by this quick tit-play, my rod surged one final time, threatening
to split the hot skin that covered my hard shaft.  The first wad of creamy
spunk rocketed up from the depths of my roiling ballsack and shot across the
desk, splattering huge dollops of pearly white cum all across the PC monitor.
 Not wanting to soak my PC in sperm, but almost overcome with the explosive
passion and excitement that was wracking my body, I somehow managed to push my
prick back into my black satin soccer shorts before the next pearly volley
erupted from my surging shaft.

"I was just in time.  The next wave of cum shot out like a bullet, struck the
inside of my shorts and showered droplets of creamy spunk all over my crotch.
 I grasped my cock and balls again through the silky smooth material.  Wow!
More stimulus to my already spurting cock!  The first loads were quickly
followed by another, then another and another--- a seemingly endless stream of
steamy, sticky spunk that soon had the entire front part of my shorts soaked
in spermsauce.  I kept pumping my rod, shuddering and jerking with the
overpowering feelings sweeping over me.  I nearly blacked out with passion.

"The juicy jism, saturating the inside of the Umbros, now began to slowly drip
down to my shoes in big, thick dollops.  The starchy aroma of fresh cum wads
permeated the air.  Unable to stand any longer, thanks to my mind-shattering,
ball-busting orgasm, I  tightly grasped my spewing rod and collapsed into the
desk chair.  More globs of pearly cum were squeezed out of the head to further
dampen my already soaking shorts.  Dizzy with lust and almost faint with
pleasure, I tortured myself even further by gently brushing my slime-covered
dickhead against the inside of my spermy, silky shorts.

"This last gesture elicited more involuntary groaning from me.  My prick
jerked a few more times, then finally I gave in and had to stop.  My cockhead
was too sensitive to continue.  What a nutcracker that had been!   And all
because of that damned hot story on the Nifty Archives.  I sighed with
contentment and closed my eyes as the warm afterglow of a hot jerk-off session
wafted over me."

Mike looked at Mike with questioning eyes, wondering if his friend approved of
his story-telling.  He didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Buddy, you are one sicko stud, you know it?  Ron laughed.  "One of these
days, you ought to take up writing those things online yourself.  Shit, they'd
love to have your stuff on the Archives."

Mike shrugged.  "Maybe.  Maybe someday, I guess.  Hadn't thought about it.
But why do I want to write about it when you're here to give me the real
thing?"

(to be continued)