Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 11:44:25 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: UNSPOKEN AGREEMENT, PART TWO

		       UNSPOKEN AGREEMENT, PART TWO

     The following Monday, my young soldier returned, just before closing
time, telling the nurse he had to see me.

     "Want me to tell him to come back in the morning?" she asked.

     "No," I replied, trying to suppress a smile, "I'll see him. He does
have a problem I need to attend to. Put him in the examination room before
you leave, and lock the outside door.  This will take some time."

     Moments later, going into the small room, I was surprised to see him
already sitting up on the examining table, stripped down to what appeared
to be a jock strap, his muscular thighs spread apart, his crotch bulging
conspicuously in the badly stretched mesh pouch. His handsome, tanned face
lit up as I entered and asked how he was feeling.

     "I felt great after the last treatment," he replied, his hand
unconsciously moving against the familiar bulge between his legs, "but
lately, that same pressure has come back. Now, I'm pretty sore again."

     Sitting on the swivel chair, I motioned him closer to me, watching his
heavy meat shift between his thighs as slid off the table and came toward
me. Then, excitedly moving my fingers in both sides of the waistband, I
slid his jock down over his smooth, firm thighs, watching closely as his
huge genitals swelled over the mesh pouch, unfolding slowly once more
before my eyes.  I was speechless.

     Coaxing the clinging mesh from his warm, moist balls, I let the jock
fall to the floor, sensing the muscles in his hips shift beneath my hands
as he stepped out of its tangling straps and stood squarely in front of me,
his legs spread, his swollen dick swaying once again seductively close to
my face.

     Hesitant to begin, I sat quietly, gazing at his thick, swollen dick,
the warm scent of his groin filling my nostrils, bringing up memories of
our last encounter. I was again amazed at its fullness and size, but this
time also a bit intimidated, perhaps knowing its potential for pushing me
to the edge and overriding my judgment.


     His dick inching up toward my face, I moved my hand inside his thighs,
my fingers resting against the huge sack of balls bulging beneath
it. Closing my eyes, savoring their smooth fullness, feeling his fat, heavy
dick dragging across my hand. Then taking a deep breath, I maneuvered his
dick up into my hand, fondling its swollen mushroom head.

     Jerking slightly, his lower body suddenly pulled back from the touch
of my hand. But, as I shifted my attention back to his balls, his eyes
closed slowly, concealing the visible pleasure he felt as I fondled his
genitals. Continuing to caress his amazing meat, I separated his balls from
the mass, gently squeezing their velvet fullness as I asked if they were
too sore for me to examine.
     At first, he didn't respond. Looking up into his face as I gathered
both his dick and balls up inside my hand, I watched his eyes open but then
narrow once more and close again slowly. "No," he said in a faint voice,
almost as if he were at a distance, his head moving from side to side.

     Groping his heavy meat, pulling it gently inside my hand, I noticed
the tan lines which framed his crotch were much darker than when I'd last
seen him. They set off his creamy white genitals and full, muscular
thighs. Then I noticed some redness on the head of his dick.

     "Have you been beating off much?" I asked softly. At first, he said
nothing, simply shaking his head with increasing agitation.

     "No, not at all in fact," he replied. "There's not enough privacy for
that in the barracks. Of course, some guys beat off in their bunks, but the
others know it and make fun of them. Others get off in the showers, if
they're alone or with guys they trust. I wouldn't do either."

     As he talked, I moved my hand slowly over his rapidly expanding dick,
pushing back the foreskin from its shiny, flushed head, rubbing it gently
with my thumb. Suddenly I felt him pull back, quickly apologizing.
     "Sorry. It's okay. It's just that I've been so sensitive down there
since the last treatment. I feel the slightest touch of anything,
especially on the head."


     Allowing me to stroke it gently once again, partially sheltered inside
its foreskin, he confessed, "I've been getting hard very easily, even from
just feeling my underwear moving against my dick. That's why I've taken to
wearing a jockstrap. It protects it a little and keeps it from showing so
much in my pants then."

     Looking down at it, he said, "I don't take off my shorts in front of
the other guys unless I have to, for fear it might get hard in front of
them, especially one guy who always stares at it, all the time, whether
it's hanging loose or bulging inside my pants or underwear."

     Amused at his response, I said, "Surely that's a common reaction when
a guy first sees you naked. You're pretty well endowed, you know. Don't you
think he's just comparing yours to his and feeling a bit jealous?"

     "No," he confessed, becoming visibly more uneasy. "It's more than
that. Guys have always stared at it when I'm naked, but the way he stares
is different. When we're in the shower or drying off alone, he'll even show
off his own dick to me, especially when it's hard and swollen. He'll watch
my reaction, just to see if I might be interested in doing something."

     "Doing something?" I asked curiously. "You mean something sexual?"
Lowering his eyes, he nodded silently. "What makes you think that?" I
asked. Again he didn't respond immediately, but shrugged his shoulders.

     "I don't know. I just sense it. He calls it my huge meat. Sometimes I
think he's almost going to touch it, especially in the shower or when I'm
taking a leak next to him. Lately, of course, my dick being so out of
control, I've been providing him with quite a show, I guess, but I can't
help it."

    Looking at me for a second, but then at the floor, he asked, "Why do
you think my dick's so sensitive now? It never was before. I'm also leaking
a lot, leaving damp, sticky places on my shorts." Smiling at this, I
continued to fondle his meat on the pretext of examining it. By then his
dick was heavily swollen, pulsing firmly inside my hand.

      "That's a good sign," I assured him. "It means the therapy's
working. Maybe you need another session, perhaps longer and more intense
than before."

     His eyes lit up at the suggestion.  "Whatever you say," he replied,
smiling broadly, then looking quickly away.

     Wasting no time, I locked the door. Then assuming my professional
demeanor, I told him to lie back on the table and relax. He did as I said,
taking a deep breath and opening his legs as I handed him the towel,
reminding him to screen out everything but the sensations he was feeling.

     As he closed his eyes, laying the folded towel across them, I dimmed
the lights. The only light left in the room was the soft glow of my desk
light coming in through the slightly open door.

     Lubricating my finger, I slid it up between his full butt cheeks,
gently moving it in circular motions against and at times slightly inside
the tightly pursed lips of his smooth anus, each time coaxing it further
inside.

     I loved the way his asshole clung to my finger as I toyed with it,
essentially teasing it until, becoming more bold, I slid it repeatedly
inside as his tight, warm butt, each time feeling the cheeks of his butt
contract against my hand, his overflowing crotch lifting seductively up
closer to my face. I leaned closer, inhaling its pungent scent and
immediately rekindling memories of our last experience.

     Relaxing his full cheeks against the movement of my hand, he actually
helped move my finger deep inside his very tight butt, moaning faintly as
his hands began to move anxiously against the table.

     Diverting his attention from the discomfort, I caressed his huge sack
of balls with my other hand, rubbing their heavy fullness against the soft
warmth of my hand as I leaned closer, eventually feeling his dick against
my lips.  Moving them lightly over the head, I gradually forced back his
foreskin, all the while sucking the exposed, very sensitive head inside my
mouth with my lips and tongue.

     Immediately his body came alive from the sensation, at first jerking
and twisting his groin against the keen pressure of my lips and tongue
eagerly swirling over this incredibly tender flesh. Moaning audibly, he
moved his hands up and down the sides of the table, trying to control the
mounting sexual energy building rapidly inside him.


     Also trying to control myself, wanting this to last as long as
possible, I relaxed my mouth on his dick, lightly moving my tongue over
just the head, gathering the beads of thick prostate fluid leaking heavily
from his slit. I liked this very much, barely able to contain my pleasure
as I anticipated his full load.

     Emboldened by the ease with which he'd accepted my largest finger in
his ass, I partially inserted yet another, stretching it further as I
massaged the tight, little ass hole. Groaning at first, but essentially
unfazed by the increasing pressure, he also became bolder, his ass clinging
tightly to my fingers, thrusting openly against them as I began to suck his
dick with increased urgency.

     Soon deeply aroused by our synchronized movements, his dick flared,
secreting a heavy flow against my tongue, this time with more than a hint
of cum. Not wanting him to cum too soon, I eased my mouth on his dick and
withdrew my fingers partially from his butt. He didn't respond at first,
but soon stunned me by moving his butt back against my fingers, actually
wanting them inside him.

     My reaction was swift. My first impulse was to slide my own very stiff
dick inside the tight warmth of his butt, instead of my fingers. I wanted
to badly, but was frightened even to consider trying it, afraid that was
going too far, further than our unspoken agreement might allow.

     Still, I thought, if he liked my finger inside him so much, he'd
probably like my dick also, as long as he didn't have to admit what was
really happening. I didn't have much time to think. He was becoming
restless, anxious to continue treatment, and the more insistent he became,
the easier it was for me to decide to give it a try.

     Moving his butt down partially off the end of the table, I guided his
full cheeks to just over the edge, my dick stretching out of my scrubs as I
pulled them down over my swollen meat. Massaging some lube over my dick, I
also spread a quantity of it around his ass hole until it relaxed against
my finger.

     Then, my heart pounding in my chest, I slid my fingers around in his
ass, stretching its sides and holding them apart. The young soldier's only
response was to tilt his hips up into the sensation, the cheeks of his butt
contracting against them as he moaned softly. Then his arousal at a peak, I
spread his tight anus apart, moving the head of my dick snugly against it,
nervously hoping this would work.


     Allowing the lips of his anus to close against it, anxiously waiting
his reaction, I paused, pleased by his response. Welcoming it almost, his
tight anus clung to the tip of the hard and thickening head of my dick,
seeming to coax it inside. My body shook uncontrollably from the sensation
and the prospect of soon sliding inside his apparently virgin ass.

     Pressing inward, I nudged my dick gently and in circular motions
against the tight entry, barely breathing from anticipation. His arousal
gradually increased, as did my own until it overrode my anxiety,
encouraging me to slide it at least over the head, inside him. Yet, out of
caution, I paused.

     Milking the base of my dick upwards as he continued to press his butt
down firmly against the head of my dick, I felt his tight rosebud suddenly
relax, opening enough to allow much of the head to slide between its lips,
eventually caressed inside the tight warmth of his body. Immediately the
mushroom head of my dick opened to the incredibly wonderful tingling
sensation which enveloped it.

     Holding back an audible response as much as I could, my legs began to
buckle as I felt my dick slide slowly inside him, hardly able to contain
myself from the incredible sensations which were then bursting inside my
groin as my dick slid even further inside his relentlessly tight, yet
velvet-soft butts.

     The tight lips of his anus clinging relentlessly to my shaft, I felt
his hands move over the sides of my body, holding my body against him,
moving his own from side to side as he worked my dick even further in his
body. I held my breath from the sensation, pulling it slightly back out and
slowly sliding it back inside, teasing his contracting ass hole with a
series of quick, short strokes.

     Responding to the increased sensation, his body stiffened for a second
and his breathing became more rapid as I held my dick firmly inside his
rapidly contracting his ass hole until it eased tightly around my shaft,
clinging to it tightly.

     The reaction to this on my dick was powerful. Again, my legs weakened
as I leaned into his body, trying to get a deep breath myself. Neither of
us spoke nor made a sound, except for our audible breathing and frequent
quick grunts.


     Holding my hugely swollen dick firmly inside his ass, I moved his bent
legs up on each of my shoulders, freeing the pressure of his large legs on
his groin and, holding his full cheeks in my hands, I fucked them slowly,
watching his reaction as closely as I could in the dimly lit room.

     Jerking his head from side to side, releasing the sexual energy
rapidly building inside him, he shook the towel from his face. I could see
his face was badly contorted with what seemed like pain, although he was
perfectly silent except for the sound of his breathing and a perpetual
faint humming noise deep in his throat.

     Forcing myself to ease up on his butt, I continued to slide more
slowly inside his then very warm body. Then, as he breathed deeply, pushing
himself down further against my groin, obviously wanting even more
penetration. My whole body tingling from the warmth of his tight, velvet
ass gripping my sensitive dick, I pumped his butt once more for I don't
know how long until, holding back an orgasm, I had to stop, my dick lodged
completely inside him.

     Concentrating on his heavy balls rubbing against my pubic hair and
lower stomach as his heavy breathing forced his stomach to rise and fall, I
felt my orgasm ebb and, focusing my attention on his leaking shaft, I
leaned over into his crotch, sucking his dick into my mouth and moving my
lips down its length several times.

     My dick still deep inside his butt, I sucked urgently on his
hugely-swollen cock, moving my hands up the sides of his hard, muscular
body and up over his chest, squeezing his swollen pecs firmly as I felt his
hands suddenly grip my head, holding it motionless on his cock. I knew we
were both about to cum.

     Moving my lips vigorously around on the thickening head of his cock, I
felt it flare against my lips and, no longer able to deny its force, he
suddenly released a flood of thick sperm which spilled into my mouth,
against my tongue and the sides of my mouth as his body jerked powerfully
against mine, his hands gripping my head and shoulders tightly.


    At the same time I tasted his warm cum against my tongue, I felt a
surge of my own cum spew from my groin and deep inside his ass. Pushing my
face into his hard, sweaty abdomen, I sucked urgently on his salty flesh as
his body twisted against my mouth. The double impact of near simultaneous
orgasms hit both of us pretty hard.

     His muscular legs wrapped around my waist, forcing my dick to remain
deep inside his ass, I emptied an equally large amount yet a second time
inside his warm butt, the force of which caused his back to arch up off the
table as he cried out audibly and for the first time.

     Shaking from the sudden sensation, I again sucked the head and shaft
of his dick, encouraging waves of additional cum, much of which fell over
our entangled pubic hair and stuck to our skin.

     His eyes open only slightly, he fumbled around for the twisted towel
and wiped the sweat from his face and chest, breathing deeply. Then as he
eased the grip of his legs on my body, he pulled his body slowly up on the
table and, in the process, pulled his tight ass hole slowly off my still
hard and throbbing cock.
     My dick falling from his body, I sat back on the swivel chair,
reaching for a towel, also wiping sweat from my face as I began to wonder
what his reaction would be to what had just happened. He was silent, merely
lying back on the table and bending both legs up at the knees.

     Letting him rest, I took a damp towel and cleaned his groin and
rectum. His ass hole was, as expected, very red and raw-looking, the lips
badly swollen and chaffed as would be expected.

     "How do you feel?" I asked, rubbing some soothing ointment over his
bruised and no doubt tender anus,

    He didn't respond at first, but the faint smile immediately coming on
his face seemed to indicate his acceptance and actual enjoyment of what had
occurred. I was pleased and also relieved.

     Later, as he dressed, we said very little, but agreed to meet in a few
days.

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				Fall, 2007