Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2005 11:45:54 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Field Tests of Textraphederine-12, Episode 1

		     FIELD TESTS OF TEXTRAPHEDERINE-12
				EPIDOSE ONE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     [EXCERPT FROM THE TEST DOCUMENTATION: Textraphederine-12 is a
performance enhancer in its most broad interpretation. The drug causes the
neurons both in the brain and in the body to increase its number of neural
signals by a factor of nearly two-fold. This causes an increase in both the
thought processes (sufficient to increase the IQ of the test subject by a
factor of 20% for the duration of the effects) and the muscular responses,
including those of reflex and autonomic functions. The slight increase in
heart rate and breathing is counterbalanced by....
     By far the most obvious use of this new drug is in our military
forces, and in anticipation of this application, we have spent the last two
years cultivating contacts among the middle-ranks of the Army (mostly
Colonels in the smaller bases around the central United States), inducing
them with appropriate incentives to make their men available for the field
tests when we are finished with laboratory tests and manufacture a
sufficient quantity of the new drug....]  *********
     Private Glenson grimaced when he saw the small cups of yellowish
liquid at the head of the mess-hall line. "What the hell is that?" he asked
the captain in front of it.
     "Drink this before your meal." the captain said.
     "Yes, sir. Only, what is it?"
     "Drink it and find out."
     "Hell." Private Glenson grunted and quaffed the small amount, about an
ounce. Smacked his lips. "Hey, not bad!" He said. "What is it, vanilla?"
     "Move on, Private." the captain said, still not smiling.
     Private Glenson got his breakfast and sat with a couple of men from
his squad as usual. There was no reason not to fraternize with the other
squads around, but hell, he didn't really know any of them. He knew these
men!
     "What do you think was in that fucking cup they gave us?" He asked
them in general.
     Private Seward seemed to think he knew everything. "I hear that the
Colonel had been talking to some drug company." he said in a confidential
whisper.
     "So they trying to dope us up?" Private Lewis scoffed.
     Private Seward shrugged. "Guess we'll find out. They're running us
through the obstacle course again today."
     "Shit." Private Glenson said. "I thought we were over that shit!"
     "Well, if you want to test what a new drug does to someone, the
obstacle course is as good a place as any, ain't it?"
     "So if we fall off the net and break our necks, the drug ain't
working." Private Ireland opined. From that, the table's conversation
shifted over to the coming weekend.
     An hour later, Private Glenson was standing before the course. The day
seemed like a good one for running the course, if there was such a
thing. The air was crisp and clear, everything seemed to stand out very
clearly, the voices were sharp and easy to understand.
     And then it came his turn to run the course. There were men chasing
each soldier going through the course, stop-watch in hand, timing him. He
had been timed on the course in the past, but never so carefully, they
apparently wanted the time of each soldier right down to the very
half-second!
     The course itself was an experience. Never had he climbed so easily,
never had he swung so gracefully, never had his body responded so
carelessly, flawlessly, perfectly right!
     When he reached the end and the soldier timing him announced his time,
Glenson was pleasantly surprised. He had just made his best time ever on
the course, cutting his prior best time by almost a minute, while it felt
like he'd been on a casual walk about the grounds!
     Then came calisthenics, endless calisthenics. Glenson decided he must
have caught his second wind, for the endless monotony of movement of
muscles was delightfully easy, he could have done this all day. His body,
he noted, had yet to even break into a sweat! He wondered if he was getting
heat-stroke, but no, his mind was clear, clear!
     In the afternoon, they sat him down one-on-one and gave him military
problems, stuff any soldier needs to answer. Again they timed his
answers. The words flew out of Glenson's mouth, every answer was right on
the tip of his tongue, begging to be released. The interviewer was grinning
ear-to-ear, and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well done, soldier!"
     After his interview, he had a couple of hours to kill, and he went out
to the swimming pool. He had plenty of company, everyone wanted to swim,
everyone was active, active! The base usually had a sleepy air in the
afternoon, but now, it felt more like a rock concert about to happen, with
everyone talking, laughing, moving, jumping, wrestling! Wall-to-wall men,
mostly naked, men exercising, men moving, men's bodies gleaming and flexing
and mixing in the bright sun of day.
     Damn, he felt horny! Glenson noticed bulged in plenty of other
shorts. Hell, they were all young men in their prime, woodies were common
enough to not cause a real problem, other than some good-natured kidding.
     Two guys were bumping their erections together in front of a group of
guys, some sort of contest. Glenson writhed inside as he watched it. Shit,
this was too much! Evening mess call came just in time, he would have come
just by watching these two studs with their bone-bumping game before much
longer, he could see their sweat, smell their raunchy aroma from their
cocks, the grunts of the two as they pounded at each other.
     He was dazzled by the sunset when it came. All the colors, red,
orange, yellow, gold, white, all overlaid upon a field of delicate, even
blue that slowly darkened to violet, darker and darker, though even when
the stars came out, Glenson noticed with bemusement that even when it was
truly dark, the sky wasn't really black! Just a dark, dark, dark blue! Why
hadn't he ever noticed that about the sky before!
     He looked around and everything was that same sort of color, dark,
dark, but colored still. Nothing he would call truly black, nothing truly
gray, it was still a world of color, though in the dark!
     His erection was getting impossible to ignore. Have to get to the
barracks and whack it off. One big problem of the base was that you had to
wait for lights-out to jerk off, and even then, woe betide the man whose
nighttime ritual was spotted by a bunkmate! You'd be saddled with a
monicker like "Stroke" in no time! Glenson typically waited until he had to
use the bathroom, at least he had a stall and the privacy that afforded
him, though whacking off while sitting on the pot wasn't very comfortable,
and you didn't dare splay out your legs to get more room...
     But with this one, he was ready to risk the wrath of his buddies! When
lights-out came around, he was jerking this one!
     He was in bed nearly a quarter hour before lights out, under the
covers, lying on his side. His boner was so thick and hard, he felt like he
was going to burst! Every voice to him was crystal-clear, every color stood
out like fresh paint, every smell identified instantly, from after-shave to
human sweat to the occasional fart. God, he was so damned alive right now!
Maybe there'd be a late-night alert, it fit with the day's events, he could
race out and run through the night, howling like a wolf, damn it!
     The lights went out, and Glenson's hand went immediately to his
crotch! God, yes, God, that felt good! His cock was alive, alive, alive!
Every nerve went into overdrive when he pulled on his pud!
     Have to keep it quiet, keep it careful! He looked over to see if the
soldier to his right, Private Dominguez, was asleep or not.
     God, Dominguez was jerking off, too! He looked up from the moving
blanket to Dominguez's face, to look right into his eyes, looking at
him. The darkness was as much as it ever was, but that preternatural
brilliance of the day and the glory of nightfall was with him still, he
could see everything easily.
     Right into Dominguez's eyes he looked, and the sparkle there was as
clear as any star in the sky. The gleam of those teeth was the smile of the
Milky Way and Glenson grinned back at Dominguez. Hell, two guys whacking
off after a long, hard day, nothing wrong with that!
     Dominguez threw back his blanket and Glenson got a good look at his
body, the sleekly shining muscles glistened like moonshine, and Glenson
licked his lips, his tongue tasted that body even over here, God, yes, even
from over here he could taste that sweetly salty, sweaty body with the
sheen of night sweat and the musk of male need.
     He rose upright, swung his young white legs over the side of his bunk,
knuckles on the bed, ready to pounce.
     "Want some of this?" Dominguez whispered and the whisper was like a
scream.
     "Yeahhhh!" Glenson sighed.
     "Then come on." Dominguez said.
     Glenson moved and it was like he was a panther, all sleek muscles
moving in harmony, and he was on his knees and his upper body was across
Dominguez's bunk and his arms were across Dominguez's legs and his mouth
was upon Dominguez's cock!
     The slide of that silken, sultry, shining sheath of foreskin upon his
lips was like an exercise in immortality! He couldn't bear the rich,
riotiously raucous interplay of intensity upon his tongue, he shuddered as
his mouth filled with Dominguez's dong, dipped onto the dick to the very
base, and it seethed there inside of him, electrifying his senses.
     "Ahh-ahhhhhh!" Dominguez sighed.
     And from around them, there was the sound echoing from other
lips. "Ah-ahhhh!"
     Glenson felt it as well, this single-minded need arising from all
around him, his body picked up what he could only describe as a telepathic
signal from his squad, his friends around him, the way he had learned to
hear them even though they never made a sound, how to anticipate their
needs in combat conditions even though they didn't ask, there was
this...gestalt of comprehension that didn't rely upon the typical five
senses, but was this other set of perceptions that had a direct contact
with his brain.
     All around him, his friends were coupling, a common need had declared
itself, and they only had to offer themselves to it, their bodies were
communing as any bodies should, with the celebration of sex!
     In that glory of comprehension, Dominguez's hand upon his prick was a
hosannah to Glenson, he felt the warm hand enclose him and the pressure was
wonderful, wonderful, it spoke to his very soul, join with me, we will
surround each other, we will become each other, join with me, join!
     This was not to be denied, and Glenson threw himself into the union
joyfully, he swung his legs up onto the bed and over Dominguez's head and
immediately those rich lips caught his cock and sucked it in deeply.
     The movements of Glenson upon Dominguez's prick was echoed upon his
own, it was like he was part of both acts, he moved as Dominguez willed
him, Dominguez moved in response to his own brain's signals, and they were
joy doubled, joy exponentially squared and cubed and more, more, more! He
would suck this and be one forever!
     But when Dominguez pulled away from him, this lacked the power to
surprise him, he had felt and understood even before Dominguez moved, the
tenseness in the muscles of the body beneath him and their order told him
clearly.
     As Dominguez stepped onto the floor, Glenson swiveled to place his own
knees upon the cold concrete, feel it biting into his skin, not in pain but
in the nibble of a lover's teeth, gentle kisses of solid rock upon his
flesh.
     And there was the hot dong pulsing at his ass crack, how could he
refuse it when his every fiber begged for it to enter him, enter me, enter
me, make me whole once more!
     Only a tiny whisper slipped from his lips as he was impaled, as the
hot Latin dick drove into his ass, sending a wave of hot desire over his
body that hit with the power of a tidal wave, he was writhing in ecstasy
from only the entrance, any other movement was just extra, just more, more,
more!
     All over their room, all over the rows of barracks, Glenson felt how
the base had become a maelstrom of male lust, knew without seeing that
everyone around him was in the throes of this ultimate, delightful,
ecstatic embrace, and he could join with it without fear, without
compunction, he could throw himself into it and never fear the jibes of his
compatriots, for they were with him in this, they were one, one, one!
     He therefore thrust himself back against Dominguez's hunches, matching
the rhythm of his dusky-skinned lover with his own, a syncopation of lust
joined and embraced, and in that sea of delight, in that ocean of orgasm,
he would join, he would join and contribute and add to the universe of male
bodies, join with them in the orgy of ultimate, undulating unction of joy!
     There was the sound of a building climax from a thousand throats both
far and near, Glenson felt it bubbling out of his own as well, and he threw
back his head and he yelped like a bitch in heat as he was plowed, for
Dominguez was a rutting dog atop of him, the hot sweaty body dripping
marvelous pearls of raunch upon him, for him to feast upon, feel his body
soak it up even as it exuded his own to mesh with where Dominguez held him,
and Dominguez fell down on top of him and the thrusts of his dong into
Glenson's ass were now tight, sharp, hard rams with the cock held deeply
within him at all times, and he was being deep-fucked, and that hard length
of dick was buried within him and it pulsed and pulsated and plucked his
joy aflame.
     Climax hit Glenson with the force of a blacksmith wielding a
sledgehammer, and he was slammed down onto the anvil to be molded, to be
carved, to be made to shine with the glory of bright steel, glowing with a
light more than that reflected, for the shine came from within him, and
that light was Dominguez's orgasm, the hot seed squirting into him, hot,
steaming, bubbling blobs of jism in his ass, and that was everything for
him, and he came into his own need, and he climaxed, ejaculated his hot
seed onto the sweat-soaked sheets of Dominguez's bed and let the salty
swarmy smell saturate his senses, his own come, his partner's come, the
come of all the hot young men beside him, the light of their shared climax
must have lit up a fire that could be seen from outer space, for it was so
intense, so bright, so TRUE!
     Only mere husks of men fell exhausted onto the bunks, or upon the
floors. Dominguez managed to heave up to lie as Glenson did, upper body on
the bunk, knees on the floor, and he panted, his nose less than two inches
from Glenson's as he lay drained upon the bed, feeling the hot salt of
sperm dribbled out of his ravaged ass.
     "My God!" Dominguez said. "What happened?"
     With the clarity of thought that had blessed his entire day, Glenson
knew the answer. "It must have been that stuff they gave us at breakfast!"
he gasped. "Some kind of weird chemical to make us perform better."
     "Perform, yeah." Dominguez agreed. "Shit, I'm fucking weak now."
     Glenson considered it. "I'm not."
     Dominguez seemed startled at this, and then said, "You know, I'm not
that tired either. Shit, it's like I can just throw it all off."
     "All of it." Glenson agreed. His cock was still sticky on the head
from his climax, but it rose to rigidity once more. "My turn to fuck you,
now."
     "Yeah." Dominguez agreed.
     And around him, the men were rising again to rejoin their bodies into
this combat, a contest not of death but of life, and new combinations were
struck, and the sounds of lovemaking rose from a thousand steaming muscled
bodies throughout the rest of that glorious, multi-splendored night!

				  THE END
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