Date: Wed, 4 Nov 1998 11:01:07 EST
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Navy

WARNING: If you are offended by sex between men stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy and nothing but a fantasy. No resemblance to any
real person is intended.

Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome and encouraged.


THE NAVY SUCKS!

by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Copyright 1998. All rights reserved.

Admiral Hank Wahrig was horny as hell. He felt his rock-hard dick twitch in
his tight boxers. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat behind the large desk
he reached with one hand into the pocket of his pants to shift the
confined, pulsing shaft. The touch of his fingers on his stiff cock through
the thin fabrics of slacks and shorts sent shivers through his body. He
felt the strong urge to beat off, to shoot a huge load of cum. With some
effort he controlled himself and calmed down: no chance to jack off. He
couldn't do that right in front of Commander McLoyd who sat at the other
side of the table and talked for hours on end about some minor technical
problems of the ship's engines.

The Admiral sighed: he was horny as hell and he knew that he would have
absolutely no chance to fuck some chick for... well, for how long? He felt
strong anger and frustration as he answered this question in his mind: "For
four more weeks. Till the end of this fuckin' trip on the fuckin' Pacific!
Damn!!" There were only very few women on board of the ship - but they were
off limits for him anyway (and unattractive, too). So he had absolutely no
chance to meet some young attractive girl and fuck her, no chance even to
meet some not so young, not so attractive woman, no chance at all!

To make things worse he hadn't had a good fuck even before he entered the
USS "Jefferson" because of an even increasing martial crisis. For a long
time his marriage had been happy and he had had no difficulties to statisfy
his very strong sex-drive with his wife, a former beauty queen he had
married not just her good looks but also for her sexual versatility. But
during the last months their relationship had deteriorated. First she had
declined to go down on him any more (his favorite way of having sex - he
just loved to have his cock sucked); then she had declined to let herself
be tacken from behind (for some reason he preferred this position to the
more commonly performed way of shagging - he had never asked himself why);
finally she had declared that she would under no circumstances let herself
be touched by him any more. She had called him a "sex maniac" and "pervert"
and annouced that she would sue for a divorce. He was not sure what the
reason for this change was, but felt that his wife's very close
relationship with her new "best friend" Martha - a clever, young brunette -
had something to do with it. He would have loved to have a word with that
girl in private - but feared a scandal. Also he had been extremely busy and
overburdened with work. So he had not had a good fuck for almost three
months now.

The Admiral sighed again. His lonely jack-off sessions were not half as
satisfying as "real sex" - sex with someone else. Somehow beating off
seemed to make him just hornier and hornier. The more he jacked himself
off, the more he felt the urge to do it again. He couldn't get his mind off
dirty things and thought about shoving his throbbing, drooling dick in some
girl's mouth, ass or puss for most of the time. His cock twitched and his
balls ached.

"I'm going nuts," Hank Wahrig thought, "I'm going nuts if I don't fuck some
chick soon, very soon!"

At last Commander MacLoyd was finished. The Admiral was glad to get rid of
him and muttering some trite instructions shook his hand across the table.
Much to the Commander's amazement the Admiral remained seated - he did not
want the man to spot the very prominent hard-on in the pants of his
tight-fitting uniform. When MacLoyd had finally left the office the Admiral
reclined in his chair. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but the heat
in his loins and in his dick was still as strong as before. He sighed again
softly and touched his cock through the layers of soft fabric. It jumped
under his touch and he felt the dick-head getting wet: his prick had
started to ooze pre-cum.

He spoke to himself: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible. I have to
do something about it! I can't go to this meeting with a raging hard-on.
All officers will be there!"

His next appointment was an important offical call where he had to give a
speech. But he had still several minutes until then...

So the Admiral decided to jack off again. "It's the fourth time today," he
thought, "and it's still well before lunch time. Oh my god, what will
become of me? But I'm so hot, so unbelievable hot! I'm going nuts, I'm
sure, I'll go nuts!"

With trembling fingers he fumbled with his fly and released his throbbing
cock out of the tight confinement of boxers and slacks. He felt more calm
when the pulsing shaft was totally exposed, so that he could hold it in a
tight grip. His eyes roamed approvingly over the veiny length of the
pulsing shaft. Without false modesty he felt very proud of his dick and he
loved the sight of it: it was not only perfectly shaped but also striking
in terms of length and thickness. It was almost ten inches long and more
than three inches in circumference - few men could compete with that. At
least that's what all the women he had fucked had told him; he suddenly
realized that he himself had had no opportunities at all to compare his
dick with that of other guys. Starring at the thick rod in his hand he felt
that his thoughts started to wander. "That's strange - I haven't seen
another guy's dick in all my life - that means, not hard... not as hard as
this one here." Moving his fingers slowly up and down the length of his ten
inches monster he began to wonder about other men's cocks, about their
size, form, color and their touch... their smell...

Suddenly he felt shocked by his thoughts. "What the fuck is this?," he
asked himself in his mind. "I've never thought about guys before, never!
I'm going nuts, really nuts. Have to find me some chick - first thing when
we hit the shore again!"

With that he closed his eyes again and started to beat his throbbing dick
in earnest. He wanted to cum, to cum fast to ease the strong urge in his
balls, to stop the spiral of his dirty thoughts. His hand set but a steady,
stroking rhythm, spreading the steady stream of pre-cum that oozed out of
the gaping piss-slit in the bright red head of his dick over the entire
lenght of his mighty rod. He knew that he was close when he felt his large,
hairy balls drew near their base. He spit into his hand to make its gilding
movements even more easy and more exciting. His fingers moved faster still,
making smacking, juicy sounds on his stiff, wet flesh.

"Sir?"

The voice was soft and calm but it made him jump nevertheless.

The Admiral spun around in his swivel-chair and recognized Major Frank
Weels, who had entered the office by the door in the wall behind his
back. Shocked he glared at the young man who starred back at him with
bulging eyes, his mouth open. It was only then that the Admiral realized
that he had not covered himself when Weels had interrupted his impromptu
jack-off session. Quite the contrary: his stiff dick, shiny with pre-cum
and spit, throbbing in the tight grip of his hand, aimed right at the tall,
young officer before him, sticking out of his uniform pants. Neither of the
two men moved. The Admiral felt his dick getting even harder. Much to his
own surprise he was not pissed off by the awkward situation. No - he
enjoyed it. It added to his excitement; he realized that he liked to show
his hard, drooling dick to the blushing Major. Weels gulped down hard. When
he spoke again his voice was shaky.

"Err..., Sir... time's almost up now. I've made a new print of your
speech."

The Major held several pages in his hands - in his trembling hands. His
eyes were glued at the Admiral's pulsing cock. Noticing the man's clear
excitement Hank Wahrig felt suddenly in a mood to be very bold:

"Yes, I know, but... you see, I've got some kind of problem here...".

The Admiral let his dick sway gently in his hand.

"You know, there is some kind of disgruntlement between me and my wife. So
I've been on my own for quite some time even before this trip, and this is
a problem, a really big problem... know what I mean?"

The dick swayed in his hand more strongly.

Major Weels gulped hard again. "Yeah, I see that it is a problem, a really
big problem..." The young officer's voice trailed off. Then he looked into
the Admiral's face. His gaze was solemn, almost reverentially. The Admiral
was used to such looks: he knew he was a very handsome man even in his late
forties and still in excellent shape, he knew that the nickname "Beau Jim"
out of his days as officer cadet was still entirely justified, that many
people admired him. He knew also that the military uniform and the power of
his office greatly added to his attraction. And he felt power right at this
moment. His dick throbbed in his hand. He spread his legs wide and starred
expectantly at the young man.

Sweat appeared at Weels' front who blinked and licked his lips nervously.
Finally he found the strength to speak again:

"Please remember, Sir, that I am here to serve... my country."

The Major's voice failed him and his eyes, moist because of his strong
excitement, begged the Admiral to get him right. A throbbing hard-on was
very clearly visible in the young man's uniform pants. Very slowly the
Major licked his soft, sensuous lips again with the pointed tip of his pink
tongue. With some difficulties the Admiral suppressed a big grin that began
to appear on his face.

"Now, here's the solution of my big problem," he thought. "Pity that I did
not think about it earlier on - might have spared me some frustration. So,
Major Weels, prepare yourself for a very heavy load of cum. And it will go
down your throat!"

Without a single word the Admrial rose out of his chair. His pants and
boxers dropped down to his ankles. Arching straight up into the air his ten
inches cock appeared to be even bigger and thicker. With a casual gesture
of his hand he signaled the nervous young officer to step closer. Weels
stepped forward until the Admiral's throbbing dick almost brushed across
the straining bulge that tented the Major's tight fitting trousers.

For a brief moment the eyes of the two men locked. The Admiral had to admit
to himself that Weels was a very attractive man: handsome features with a
fine, straight nose and full, sensuous lips, the soft white skin still not
marred by wrinkles, the blond hair cropped very short, he looked almost
like a boy, but the strong and tall body was unmistakingly that of a
man. "Could be my son", the Admiral thought while he closed his eyes and
waited for Weels' next move: it was so obvious what he expected from the
young officer that he did not bother to put it into words. And he was
right: Weels knew what to do. The Admiral sensed that the Major went down
on his knees right in front of him. Then he felt the man's hot, firm hand
on his pulsing, dripping cock while the other hand hefted his huge,
low-hanging balls.

Eagerly the Admiral arched his body forward. He gasped involuntarily as a
hot wetness surrounded his oozing cockhead and a sligthly raspy tongue
began flickering over the sensitive skin of his rock-hard dick. "Ohhh, my
god!!," the Admiral heard himself exclaim. Immediately his hands clasped
the head of the kneeling Major and he tried to shove his throbbing cock
deep into the man's mouth and throat. Weels resisted enough to back off the
president's cock.

"Please, Sir, let me do it my way. You're huge, really huge, you know."

Frustrated but also flattered the Admiral let the young man's head go. He
decided to let him do all the work. "Just relax and enjoy," he told
himself. He leaned back at the desk and closed his eyes again.

Again Major Weels set about working over the Admiral's giant cock,
fingering the huge balls and pulling another deep chested groan from the
high-ranking officer when his soft lips closed around the large
prickhead. Skillfully the young man absorbed inch after inch of dick until
he felt the pressure of the Admiral's cockhead against the back of his
mouth. Several more inches were still outside his mouth. Weels rested and
the Admiral sighed: he was used to this - his cock was so huge that none of
the many women who had went down on him had ever been able to get it
completely into her mouth. Obviously this guy here had the same
problem. The Admrial was disappointed.

But suddenly he sensed a slight twisting of the man's neck and head and he
cried out loud as he felt the several remaining inches of his huge, hot,
throbbing cock gliding effortlessly into the hot, wet mouth of the kneeling
man, being teased by his twirling, slightly rasping tongue, the drooling
head and the upper inches sliding into the restricting, tight confines of
the man's throat. The Admiral went wild. He had never experienced this
before: someone had taken his cock - all of it, all fucking ten inches -
into his mouth! The suddenness, the intensity of the excitement proved
almost too strong for him. Every muscle in his body tensed and with great
effort he prevented himself from shooting his load right then. With rough
hands he forced the kneeling Major to stay motionless impaled on his
throbbing cock until he felt the wave of lust and heat that shot through
his body subside. Weels struggled for air. Finally the Admiral released the
man's head and Weels backed up. When both had regained their breath the
young officer began once again to suck off the man who towered above him. A
pleading expression on his face, his gaze was set on the Admiral's face. In
no time Major Weels gulped and slurped, juicily, head bobbing back and
forth, as the long, thick inches of the Admiral's beautiful, pulsing dick
pistoned in and out of the depths of his throat.

"Suck it, man," Hank Wahrig snarled. "Give me some real good head!"

The telephon rang. Without thinking the Admiral reached behind him to grap
the receiver. A man in his position was always on duty. "Yes?," he
barked. He felt Weels freeze. Commander MacLoyd was on the phone and asked
if he could have a few words with him.

"Well, I'm quite busy at the moment, quite busy - but just go ahead. What's
up?"

Grinning lewdly down at the young officer who squatted on his haunches
before him the Admiral shoved the mighty shaft of his cock very slowly back
into Weels' wet, hot mouth until he felt his crotch hair scratch at the
Major's nose and lips. He grapped the back of the man's head and held him
in that position, impaled on his huge, throbbing dick, for a long moments,
enjoying the pulsing of his rockhard dick in the tight confinement of the
Major's wet mouth and throat. Then the Admiral started a slow-motion
face-fuck while listening on the phone to the Commander who once again
blethered about the technical problems with the ship's engines. Weels
seemed to begin to enjoy the situation, too. His hands roamed over the
Admiral's strong, hairy legs and then claimed the man's taut buns, kneading
urgently, and drawing his body closer than ever against his face and his
eagerly lapping mouth. Hank Wahrig rose to his toes, getting better
leverage for ramming deep, pistoning the huge, throbbing shaft of his
mighty dick in and out of the Major's eager mouth and throat.

Somehow he still managed to talk to the Commander with a casual, unstrained
voice but suddenly he gave a loud, involuntary grunt: Weels' fingers had
found the cleft between his ass-cheeks and stroked at the sensitive flesh
around his butthole.

"Is something wrong?," the Commander asked conscerned.

"No, no - it's just... uhhh... (the Admiral grunted loud again - Weels had
pushed one of his fingers up his ass) ...it's just a hiccup I guess."
Admittedly that was a very poor excuse but the Admiral's mind was set on
other things.

Commander MacLoyd was still concerned: "You're sure? Perhaps you should
see the Doctor? Your voice sounds strange, somehow strained, you know."

For a second the Admiral toyed with the idea to tell the man at the other
end of the line what was really happening in his office and to recommend
the Commander the same treatment but then he decided against it. "Maybe the
bastard would like it. Coming to think about it I'm almost sure he would
love it! But this mouth her is just for me - just for the Admiral's
disposal. Wouldn't like to share it. It's too good, too hot. So hot! Hotter
than any chicken's throat!," he thought.

His voice firm again the Admiral said: "Listen, I have to go now. Talk to
you soon - okay?" And then he hang up on the Commander. Weels' finger went
further up his ass.

Angrily the Admiral pushed the young man off his cock. "Hey, you bastard -
who told you to do that? Who told you? And when I'm on the phone, too!"

A faint smile on his lips Major Weels answered in a soft, sexy purr:

"Sir, do what, Sir? Oh, you mean my finger. My finger up your ass. Well,
don't you like it, Sir?"

His tongue sneaked out of his mouth and he lapped briefly at the Admiral's
drooling prickhead. Then he spoke again, a thin layer of the man's pre-cum
still on his lips:

"Judged from the condition of your cock, Sir, which is - as I would like to
point out - still rock-hard, maybe even a little bit harder than before -
no, it's definitely harder now, very hard, indeed - and still oozing an
amazing amount of pre-cum, judged from these signs, Sir, I would like to
venture the opinion that you are crazed about my finger up your ass, Sir!"

The Admiral was stunned. He searched in vain in his mind for an answer -
that had not happened to him in decades. Used to give orders all day long
he was completley taken by surprise by the Major's self-assured reply.
Instead of an answer he lunged forward and jammed his cock back into the
young man's mouth.

"Suck me, man, make me cum!," he snarled condescendingly. "I got a huge
load of jism for you that's gonna blow the back of your head off. Get it,
cocksucker!"

Major Weels gagged at the sudden intrusion but opened up his mouth
wide. Hips rocking, the Admiral fed his big meat to the young officer who
moaned around the deep-driving shaft of drooling cock. Weels drilled his
finger completely into the man's butthole. Yes, it felt good - the Admiral
had to admit that, very good; it made him hot, very hot and added greatly
to his excitement.

Gazing down with lust-glazed eyes at the fast moving head of the young,
handsome officer the Admiral surrendered himself to the joy the man's mouth
was delivering, to the shuddering thrills he experienced from the movements
of the man's tongue, lips and fingers.

"Oh, man, you got a great mouth. Oh, yeah. You do it like you really love
to suck cock. Yeak, make me shoot, cocksucker! Make me pump that big load
into you!"

The Admiral's hands slipped to the crouching man's shoulders, squeezing
encouragement.

"Oh, yeah, man. You're good, really good! You love a big, fat dick, don't
you? I got a big one, haven't I? You really love my cock, don't you?"

Major Weels, his head tossing back and forth on the man's throbbing dick,
gulped, slurped, sucked and grunted enthusiastically. He didn't bother to
answer. Suddenly the Admiral remembered his strange thought from earlier
on: that he had never seen another man's hard dick. Enjoying his new-found
power over this young man he decided that the time had finally come to
change that.

"You got a big dick, man? Why don't you whip it out and beat off while you
suck me?"

Weels didn't seem to hear him. Eagerly he sucked on the Admiral's huge,
throbbing dick, making loud, juicy sounds. But the Admiral insisted:

"Open up your fly and take it out. Take your dick out, man! I know it's
hard. It was already hard before you went down on me. I've noticed
that. Looked huge, really huge. Take it out, man! I want to see your dick!
You got a big one, huh?"

Major Weels drew back and gripped the man's huge cockshaft in his hand.

"Sir, I don't want to cum, Sir. I just want to get you off and gulp down
your cream. Okay, Sir?"

"Hey, no. No way. I want to see your dick. I want to see if you really got
a big dick. It's hard, isn't it?"

The crouching Major tightened his grip on the Admiral's throbbing mast and
looked up at the man's handsome face.

"It's hard, all right, it's rockhard, Sir. It was already hard before I got
my mouth on this beauty here and it's even harder now because I'm turned on
from giving you head. I've dreamed about sucking you off ever since you
came on board. You've got a great cock, Sir, and if there was time I would
be more than happy to keep you on the brink for an hour or so before
letting you blast off. But we don't have that time, Sir."

The Admiral smiled with almost childish joy, delighted to hear someone
praise his cock.

"Come on, why don't you get your dick out of your fly and let me have a
look at it? How big is it? You got a bigger piece than me? Are you cut?"

Major Weels shook his head. "No, Sir. I'm not circumcised, Sir."

"Let me see your dick. Show me, man! Show me what've got!"

"Sir, some other time maybe, Sir. We don't have much time left. You've got
to go to that meeting and give your speech in a minute or two. Right now
I'd like to just finish you off. Please, Sir, I've waited so long for this
to happen. Please give me your cum now, Sir!"

But still the Admiral insisted: "No, no, first I want to see how much
you've got. Weren't you trained to follow orders?" Weels nodded.

"So - this is an order, an order by me, Admiral Hank Wahrig, your superior
officer: Show me your cock! Now!"

Reluctantly the young man rose, standing close to the Admiral who watched
the man's movements with mounting excitement. After some fumbling with his
fly the Major shoved down his trousers and his briefs. A huge, thick,
uncircumcised dick lofted into the air, swaying gently up and down. Hank
Wahrig gasped involutarily, then he whistled softly through his teeth.

"Hey, you're hung, man, really hung. It's huge and..." - the word
'beautiful' formed itself in the Admiral's mind but he suppressed it and
left the sentence unfinished. As if acting under the influence of some kind
of magnetism he reached out and lightly touched the pulsing shaft.

"How long is it? Tell me."

"Sir, last time I measured, Sir, it was nine and a half inches long. So
it's not as long as your cock, Sir."

The Admiral was pleased but in a generous mood, too:

"Oh, that's not much of a difference. You're hung. It's huge
and... beautiful" - somehow this time the word came out of his mouth
despite his will. He tightened his grip on the Major's dick and began to
play with the loose, slithery foreskin.

He had never seen a rock-hard uncircumcised dick before. With trembling
fingers and sweaty palm he squeezed Weels' throbbing cock tentatively and
then began to run his hand back and forth, stroking, peeling the snug
foreskin back, away from the red, glossy, lube-juiced head with its gaping
piss-slit. His eyes wide, staring, he admired the cock of his young
assistant, its hardness, its heat. It felt like an iron bar with a casing
of warm smooth silk. More pre-cum appeared at the slit in the large,
mush-roomed shaped head and the president's mouth was tingling and
salviating with anticipation. He swallowed.

Weels, suddenly heaving hard, tried to back out of his grip.

"Sir, careful, Sir! Careful, or I'll shoot my load over your jacket and
your trousers. Would be quite a mess."

The Major tried to lower himself once again to his haunches, but the
Admiral's fist on his cock tightened in resistance. He drew the young man
even closer to his body and with his free hand he began to unbotton the
front of Weels' shirt.

"Sir...?"

"Shut up, man! Get out of that shirt!"

Weels obeyed. When he had removed shirt and tie the Admiral released the
Major's pulsing dick from his tight grip. Weels slacks and briefs dropped
down to his ankles so that he was now almost completely naked. The
Admiral's eyes roamed freely over the man's firm, tanned body. He looked
him over very closely, searchingly and took in the strong neck and broad
shoulders, the well muscled pecs and the small, round, peaked nipples, the
trim waist and the long, chiseled legs. Aa much as he enjoyed the sight of
the naked body of the nervous young man the Admiral found his attention
again and again drawn back to the huge, thickly-veined cock that arched
high up into the air. The shaft's skin was light with pulsing blue veins
raised high on the surface. Hank Wahrig starred at the Major's throbbing,
drooling cock and then he kneeled down.

Weels gasped but did not dare to move.

Reaching out with nervous hands, the Admiral once again grasped the big,
hard cock that now swayed right in front of his face. He felt Weels' heart
beat as the Major's huge cock jerked and throbbed in his hand. He smelled
the scent of sweat, soap, and man. He heard the young officer's heavy
breathing and examinded every millimetre of the big, beautiful cock before
him, inching his face closer and closer. He felt the same strange magnetism
as before and, bending slightly more forward, he flicked out his tongue and
licked tentatively at the cockhead.

Weels threw back his head and moaned.

The Admiral let the taste of cock and pre-cum melt on his tongue. His own
dick jumped up and twitched achingly. He continued to lick at the Major's
hard rod, lapping up the man's steady stream of salty pre-cum and felt
himself becoming more and more excited. Then, with a final lick, he
accepted the big, drooling cockhead ino his mouth.

"Ohhh, yeah, yeeaaahhh!," Weels groaned, grasping the Admiral's strong
shoulders. Slowly, cautiously, the kneeling man began slowly to bob his
head up and down over the shaft of big dick, gradually taking more and more
of the throbbing meat into his throat. His hands caressed the Major's firm
legs and taut buttocks while he flicked his tongue eagerly over the smooth
skin of the pulsing cock in his mouth. His own dick jerked in response to
Weels' excited moans. He felt the man's prickhead pressing against the back
of his mouth and, for a second, he thought he could get no more into it.

But then, through an unconscious twist, he felt the large head and the
long, thick shaft surge deep into his throat and he suddenly found his lips
spread achingly wide while inch after inch of thick, fat cock slid down
into his throat until the base of that throbbing dick met with his strained
lips. His nose was buried in the thick forest of crotch-hair and the
Major's huge, hairy balls softly slapped at his stubbly chin. His jaws
aching, he realized that he had taken every inch of the Major's thick,
large dick. The Admiral grapped hard at his own drooling dick and at his
aching balls to prevent himself from cumming.

The telephone rang again. Weels froze and looked down quizzically at the
crouching man before him. The Admiral, his lips still tightly wrapped
around the Major's hard cock, just nodded his consent and then began to bob
his head up and down on the thick, pulsing prick in his mouth in a slow,
deliberate pace. Weels answered the call. Excited the officer on duty
inquired why the president had not shown up for the meeting. When he
answered Weels voice was calm and condescending:

"I'm sorry, but the Admrial is still... engaged. He'll need some more
minutes before he will be able to... come."

The officer on duty demanded to speak to the Admiral himself. Driving his
hard dick into the Admiral's mouth with long thrusts Weels remained
unimpressed:

"I told you the Admiral is busy, very busy, indeed."

At this moment Weels felt the Admirals's fingers dig into the damp cleft
between his asscheeks and - remembering the comparable situation a few
minutes before - he prepared himself for an assault on his butthole. He
tried as hard as he could to keep his voice steady but despite his
considerable talent as an actor the young man grunted loud into the
receiver when the high-ranking officer shoved first one sweaty finger into
his tight asshole and then added another one:

"This is an extremely urgent affair and... uuhhhh... the Admiral
will... uuhhhh... need some more time to finish it off. There is nothing I
can do about it."

Cursing and swearing the officer on duty hung up.

The Admiral sniggered around the Major's pulsing shaft. Weels, more and
more excited by the situation and the probing fingers up his butt, finally
began to take charge: he rammed his cock deep into the Admiral's throat
and, driving and slamming, he started to fuck hard into the wet, slurping
mouth. Hank Wahrig made gurgling noises of pleasure and his tongue swabbed
more wildly; the rhythm of his bobbing head became faster and faster as he
tried to meet Weels' urgent thrusts who began to talk dirty:

"Yeah, Sir...  suck my dick.... suck my big, throbbin' dick... Sir, make me
cum, Sir... Major dick up your mouth... still can't believe it... Admiral
Wahrig...  goin' down on me...  strainin' his lips to take my cock up his
throat... wet... hot... navy suck!"

They moved in unison for long moments of pure lust. The low-ceilinged room
reverberated with grunts and groans. Finally Major Weels exclaimed, his
whole body shaking with lust and need:

"Gonna cum, Sir!Gonna cum...right... now! Sir, take my load, Sir! Gulp it
down, Sir! Cummin'... cummin... now!  Nooow!!!"

The Admiral felt the cock inside his mouth and throat grow harder, hotter
and longer, the prickhead beginning to quiver. Then, while Weels shouted
his annoucement, his body tensing in a hard strain, his hands trying to
keep the kneeling man's head in place, the Admiral forced himself back off
the throbbing cock until only its head was still in his mouth. Immediately
he found himself with his mouth full of hot, thick, creamy cum. He
swallowed eagerly only to learn that more of the tasty substance was pumped
into his mouth, finding that he was going to have to swallow fast to
prevent the loss of huge amount of the man's juice.

He grabbed Weels' undulating hips to hold on and then gulped down fast and
hungrily, accepting every singly drop of his assistant's sticky cum while
he felt that his own load of man juice was erupting from his cock although
he had not touched it. Jet after jet of his cum was spraying over his bent
legs and the office floor. For many long moments both men gushed thick
globs of hot jism out of their throbbing, jerking dicks. Weels' load shot
right into the Admiral's eagerly lapping mouth while great parts of the
office were flooded with the man's spraying cum. Again and again and again,
both men climaxed until they had finally emptied their huge stores of cum.

When his senses returned the Admiral was shocked to hear thundering
applause.

He looked up and saw Weels and himself surrounded by eight, young officers
who clapped their hands and cheered. Each of the men - every one tall and
heavily muscled - displayed an open fly in tight uniform pants and a huge,
throbbing erection that arched high up into the air.

Weels, his softening dick still dripping with cum, smiled weakly and said:
"Sir, please meet other members of the club."

The most high-ranking of the eight men saluted and, his enormous dick
swaying up and down right in front of the Admiral's face, shouted: "At your
service, Sir!"

The Admiral took in the sight of eight hot men in tight-fitting Navy
uniforms and eight huge, rock-hard, drooling dicks. His cock twitched and
started to swell and raise again. The Admiral wiped off his lips, removed
his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his heavily muscled, hairy chest
and his powerful arms.

Still staring at the eight horny officers and their hard, drooling cocks
Admiral Hank Wahrig stayed on his knees and gave his orders:

"Okay, men, form a row there and call me 'Sir!' when you come!"


THE END