This is my first attempt at having an original story of mine posted on the Nifty Archives. If you like it, I'll be glad to post many more. All of my stories are based on real-life incidents and people, but names have been changed to protect the guilty! Usual disclaimers: no minors allowed, always be careful and practice safe sex with others. Here's wishing you a HARD time reading this!!! Comments/critique welcome at: Den3407@aol.com. Thanks! Thumper
Cadet Sex By Thumper
Chapter One
"Here, read this one. It's really hot," Mike told Ron, tossing him a rather worn paperback. Ron took it, glanced at the tattered cover and flipped it open, quickly scanning the pages. He settled back in the bed, his head buoyed by the two pillows against the headboard.
The covers barely came up to his waist. His chest was bare. All he usually wore to bed was a pair of white nylon Jockey briefs and this night was no exception. He found a sex scene in the paperback porno novel Mike had given him and began reading silently. Mike pretended to read a similarly tattered book.
He darted a quick look at Ron to reassure himself that his buddy was truly engrossed in the hot fuck book. He couldn't believe his luck. Things were working out just fine. First, he'd convinced his college buddy Ron to come home with him to his parents' house for the weekend. Then, he nearly fell out of his chair at supper when his mother reluctantly told him that he and Ron would have to share Mike's double bed for the weekend. That was because his grandparents were in town visiting and would be staying in the guestroom. It had taken all his self-control to keep from laughing out loud at his "misfortune."
And now, three hours later, here he was in bed right beside one of the hunkiest guys he'd ever seen-one of his Cadet Corps buddies from Texas A&M University.
He and Ron were freshmen cadets in the 2,400-member Corps of Cadets at A&M, the oldest student organization at the prestigious college. For its first 90 years the college had been all male, all military. But then in the 60s things changed. Women were allowed in and students no longer had to join the Corps and participate in college ROTC. By now, A&M's enrollment numbered more than 43,000, making it the third largest university in the country. Men still outnumbered women about 60-40, and the Corps remained overwhelmingly male, which was absolutely fine with Mike!
Most of the other students at the university respected the Corps even if they chose not to be in it. And Mike knew of several college boys who regularly bragged to their friends about the hot pussy they were always getting when in reality they were sucking dick and shooting their wads with him and other students, including several of his Corps buddies.
Usually these were quick, random encounters in various dorm rooms, classroom building restrooms or other secluded places on campus. Occasionally he and the guys he tricked with were able to meet off-campus at someone's apartment or rent house.
Mike and several other gay Corps members he'd met preferred taking their time with these hot and horny college studs. But too often the guys they ran into in these unscheduled sex sessions were too excited and their balls too full of hot teencum to hold out for more than a five or ten minute suck-off or hand job, much less a hot fuck.
He felt a warm stirring in his groin at the thought of the hot athletic stud he'd sucked off in the main library just last week. The stud was on the A&M lacrosse team, a real hunky number.
The guy had dropped by the library's third floor men's restroom, still dressed in his lacrosse team uniform that he'd worn during that afternoon's match: maroon satin shorts, a maroon and white striped jersey and matching tube socks, all still damp and sweaty. The well-built jock had definitely been looking for someone to suck his cock and Mike had been all too willing to oblige. Mike's prick twitched and throbbed, straining into a full hardon, as he recalled the encounter.
He had been standing at one of the restroom's two urinals, pretending to take a whiz, when this dark-haired, muscular guy that in Mike's estimation had to be about six foot two quietly entered the restroom and took up a position in front of the other urinal. Mike continued his piss masquerade while managing to quickly scope the guy out.
The young guy stood there, not looking at Mike, but fumbling with the drawstrings of his maroon satin athletic shorts. He also wore a maroon and white striped shirt that Mike knew was issued only to the university's lacrosse team players, maroon and white athletic socks emblazoned with the A&M logo and a pair of maroon colored Nike shoes.
"A real, live jockstud on the prowl," thought Mike, turning his head to hide his smile. "This could be a lucky day---for both of us!"
Soon, the lacrosse jock got the strings untied and slowly pushed his shorts down in front just enough to reveal a bulging white jockstrap, straining to hold in its precious male cargo. He hesitated a moment, then quickly reached in one side of the jock and pulled out his prick.
Mike nearly gasped with excitement as he took in the sight of the stud's big cock. The thick cock, crisscrossed with a network of light blue veins, had to be more than six inches long---and it was still soft!
Mike's own prick started to fill and lengthen as he continued to stare with awe and desire at the oversized male sausage that was hanging from the guy's crotch. The jockstud put one hand over the bottom of his jock, as if to cradle his cotton-covered balls, and wrapped the other hand around the shaft of his dick. He left the mushroom shaped head uncovered. And then, much to Mike's delight, he began to slowly squeeze and pull his oversized teenshaft, which quickly began to grow.
By now, Mike was making no pretense of his interest. His own cock was stretching into a full hardon, a solid eight inches of horny teen cock. His left hand moved slowly but rhythmically along his shaft while his right hand absently twirled his nuts around in their wrinkled sack. His eyes never left the one-eyed serpent that was steadily growing and swelling, thanks to the expert handling it was receiving from its master.
The jockstud finally turned and looked at Mike, lust and desire burning in his dark green eyes. Mike gave him a quick smile, then slowly licked his lips suggestively. He turned and looked toward the two commode stalls across the room, then looked back into the jock's smoldering green eyes. The athlete nodded his head, answering Mike's silent question. He quickly stuffed as much of his cock as he could back into his cotton jockstrap, then walked over to the stall and waited.
Mike didn't bother hiding his boner. He brazenly turned and walked toward the booth, his uncut prick bouncing stiffly and jutting proudly in front of him like a knight's jousting pole. Just as he started to join the stud in the booth, he heard footsteps and the outer door to the restroom opening. He ducked into the other stall to avoid being seen and heard the jockstud's stall door lock shut at the same time.
A close call, but both of them were safely hidden by the time the visitor had entered the room. It took only a minute or so for this third party to do his business, but to Mike it seemed like hours. His prick had refused to soften, despite the threat of being caught in a compromising situation. All he could think about was the hot, hung and horny jockstud hiding less than a foot away from him in the next stall.
His prick tingled with excitement and anticipation. He rolled back the generous foreskin from his hardened teencock. A drop of clear teen precum had already formed at the tip of his prick. Mike carefully teased it up onto the crown of his cock and then gently massaged the oily substance across the head until it glistened. He could barely suppress a moan. He slid his foreskin forward and back, moistening it with his natural lube.
The bathroom door had barely closed behind the guy who had interrupted them when Mike sank to his knees and reached under the partition to motion the jockstud to do the same. The stall walls weren't very big, so there was plenty of room for the two of them to maneuver between the booths.
He remembered stroking the teen stud's strong, well-muscled legs, hard as rocks from the constant running lacrosse required. He had rubbed his hands up and down those well-trained legs as soon as the eager young jockstud had slid down next to him. Mike stretched his searching hands further up those sinewy, hairy legs, up onto the silky-smooth, satin covered crotch. It didn't take Mike long to find the still-growing, hardening lump of willing teenage cockflesh that was crammed halfway into the sweaty jockstrap.
Caressing the guy's muscular ass through the smooth satin shorts fabric with his right hand, Mike tugged down the front of the sexy shorts with his left until the jock-covered cock was fully visible. His heart pounded with anticipation. The heavy, masculine aroma of the guy's hot, sweaty crotch blasted from the well-packed jock, overwhelming him. His mouth watered. His hand slowly reached up to cup and fondle the elastic jock material that snugly surrounded the sweat-soaked teenage treasures that awaited him. He could feel the covered mound pounding and pulsing with excitement, and his hand trembled a little as he slowly increased his pressure on the throbbing teenmeat.
His fingernails gently stroked the steamy, jock-covered scrotum. The lacrosse stud sucked in his breath, eagerly waiting for Mike's next move. Mike smiled, pleased to know he was now fully in control and would soon be giving this sweaty stud everything he expected and needed-and then some!
Mike didn't keep him waiting. He caressed and stroked the large ball sac in its cotton prison again and the teen stud shuddered, letting out a soft moan of appreciation. Mike gently inserted his fingers just under the bottom edge of the jock, touching and stroking the large cum makers that were pressed tightly against the sweaty stud's groin.
He then slipped a hand along the elastic waistband of the sweaty, teen- scented jockstrap and slowly pulled it down. The waistband caught for a moment on the throbbing prickhead that strained as if to burst free from the fabric, but Mike redoubled his efforts and to his delight he began pulling the hardened cockshaft down along with the strap. Inch by inch, he worked the sweat soaked jockstrap down, down, down the stud's hardened thighs. The big, pulsing prick bent downward with the pressure of the tight strap.
The jockstud's tightly muscled thighs gave little resistance. The elastic slid easily across the sweat slickened skin until the rim of the large, mushroom shaped cockhead slowly edged into view. Mike continued stroking and rubbing the large testicles through the jock material as they, too, were slowly released from their confining pouch as the jockstrap descended. The teenage jockstud moaned again, then pressed his upper body even harder against the stall partition. His thick, dark, pubic bush, now fully revealed, gave off a wet, clean, manly aroma that Mike loved. He inhaled deeply. How he loved the sexy, masculine smell of a sweaty crotch!
He loved working over hot guys, especially hard jockstud types like this. And especially guys like this who didn't shower immediately after workouts or games. His own crotch was really throbbing now, but it would have to wait. He had more than enough dick in his hands to deal with right now!
He gently tugged the jockstrap downward again, then gave in to his excitement and impatiently and roughly jerked it down and out until the final inch of material popped off the teen stud's luscious piece. The hard, heavy rod snapped up, smacking against the guy's taut abdomen. It quickly popped back down and remained quivering and pointing upward at a 45-degree angle from its hairy base of thick black curls, jutting outward, stiff and proud. The circumcised helmet-head, shiny with sweat, proudly capped a thick, veined shaft of young manhood that Mike estimated to be about eight inches long. He could barely get his hand around the fat boner.
The two large balls, now completely free of their jockstrap prison, hung almost to the floor below the pulsing prick. They were two of the biggest Mike had ever seen. The lemon-sized orbs swayed visibly in their silky, nearly hairless sac as Mike's fingers lightly caressed and fondled them. This brought more moaning from their studly owner.
"Suck me!" the athlete hissed impatiently, more like a plea than an order. Mike chuckled. He had this one turned on now, that's for sure! Happy to comply with the horny stud's wishes, Mike slowly moved his mouth closer and closer to the upward thrusting shaft. Deliberately teasing his eager young prey, he slowly grasped the pounding prick and squeezed it gently, marveling at the heat it generated against his cool palm and fingers. The powerful rod throbbed and lurched in his grasp. The muscled jock pushed his crotch forward, vainly attempting to thrust his prick into Mike's mouth.
The piss slit, by now leaking copious amounts of clear teen precum, grazed Mike's hovering lips. The sticky fluid clung to his upper lip as the prick pulled back, leaving a long streamer of clear nectar hanging momentarily between the flaring cockhead and Mike's eager tongue. He quickly swiped at the strand with his tongue, delighted with the salty-sweet taste of a college youth in his prime. He flicked his tongue out again and lapped up the rest of the sweet stud-honey that continued to ooze from the swollen cockhead.
His fingers worked along the slick shaft, squeezing and releasing rhythmically. The player squirmed in agonized ecstasy as his dick was lovingly milked and manhandled by this expert, cock-hungry Corps freshman. Finally, after a few more tugs and twists on the heavy teenhammer, Mike brought his mouth up under the silky-sacked orbs and began licking them, one after the other, again and again, until they shone and dripped with his spit.
"Oh yeah...that's it, man... oh yeah...lick those balls!" moaned the jock. "Get under those balls, buddy! Yeah...that's it...lick out that sweat. Get that hot jock sweat out of that crotch, dude. Yeah, you know what I need. You know what you want...you want those hot balls...yeah...lick 'em. Lick em, dude. Ohhh...oh man...that hot tongue...oh God, stroke those hot nuts, baby, they're building up a big fucking wad just for you...oh man...yeah, suck em, stud...suck em! Work em over good, buddy. Yeah, that's it! Oh...ohhh...Yeah...ungh...oh yeah, stroke `em...oh man, those balls are hot, buddy. Oh yeah...do it some, buddy...lick those hot cream makers. Yeah, you like working those hot jock balls, don't you? Yeah, you do. You know you do. And they love what you're doing to 'em. Suck on those hot nuts, freshman! Yeah, keep it up...oh yeah...oh man you're good...ohhh...oh yeah...suck those nuts, buddy...yeah, do me...oh man...yeah!"
Mike kept working over the oversized balls with his tongue, laving and stroking them from side to side in their low-hanging sac. Then he gently suckled first one, then the other, into his mouth, firmly washing each one with his tongue. The stud groaned and moaned, his breathing becoming more labored with each tongue-stroke across his roiling nads. Mike knew this guy wouldn't last much longer if he kept this up, so he reluctantly relinquished the now thoroughly spit-slickened ovals and ran his tongue up and along the length of the precum-coated cockshaft.
What a hot fucking rod! He marveled at this stud's hot piece. The hot, thick tube of cockflesh pulsed and pounded, throbbed and jerked in Mike's hands. He was ready to swallow every inch of this hot lacrosse stud's pounding prick! He plunged his mouth over the upturned cock, slurping down almost to the sweaty, bushy pubes with his initial effort. He felt the prick pulse and throb deep in his throat.
Pulling back slightly, he worked his tongue across the guy's cock, paying close attention to the sensitive nerve endings of the massive cockhead where the skin disappeared into the piss slit. His sustained slurping and sucking paid off. His head was shoved further down onto the pounding cockrod.
"Oh God! Oh man...omigod...that is good! That is sooo good, stud...oh man you suck so good...I can't believe you're doing me so deep like this...oh yeah...ungh...oh...oh keep it up! Lick and suck that dick, buddy...oh yes...oh man...yeah, buddy, eat my hot piece, buddy, suck on that hot meat...oh yeah, buddy...that's it, suck on that hot jock cock, buddy, suck my meat...eat that hot dick...yeah, that's the way...aw yeah...ohhh... ohhh man! What a hot fucking tongue...oh yeah, you know just what to do, don't you? Oh shit, buddy, you're gonna suck that load right out of my balls!"
Mike didn't need further encouragement, but the dirty talk inspired him all the same. He was really turned on by the throbbing, thick piece of teenmeat that was crammed into his mouth and throat. He continued bobbing his head up and down, pistoning back and forth along the smooth, slick teenshaft. Each stroke seemed to make the skin tighten even more around the granite-hard shaft. He could feel the tension building in the jock stud's balls as they slowly drew up tight and close to the base of the pounding cock.
Mike's fingers, now slick with saliva that dripped from the rod from his eager cocksucking, stroked and rubbed along the smooth, nearly hairless scrotum. He feathered his fingers along the area between the guy's ballsack and his asshole, eliciting more groaning and moaning. He could feel the excitement surging and building through the veins of the teenager's pounding rod. He continued to suck him closer and closer to sexual nirvana.
"You're gonna bust my nuts, bud...you'd better watch it, buddy, I'm getting close! You're gonna pop my wad, stud...oh buddy...oh yeah...suck it, suck that hot jock dick, buddy...yeah! Suck that hot meat. Yeah, you like those hot jock dicks, don't you, huh? Yeah, you like sucking hot jockstuds, don't you? You're gonna make me cum a bucket full...oh yeah...stroke those hot balls...yeah, play with those hot nuts...jiggle those cum makers...yeah... love to have my nuts played with like that...aw, oh yeah, buddy! That's it...just like that...yeah...I'm gonna pop...gonna bust my load. Gotta shoot that jism, buddy...oh yeah...here it comes..yeah...yeah...suck it, suck it.... suck it! YEAH! Gonna bust my wad all over your face, buddy. Yeah, gonna whitewash that uniform of yours, buddy...gonna spray you good. Yeah...That's...it...almost...there...almost...oh yeah...OH YEAH-YEAH!!!!"
Suddenly, the jock's heavy prick surged and pulsed, then went completely rigid, then began thrusting in quick, short strokes into Mike's hot, waiting mouth. The stud tensed a final time, his body shaking and twitching with excitement, then he arched his back and pushed his crotch as far forward as he could. Mike heard him whimpering with excitement and pleasure as his orgasm crashed through his hard-muscled body.
Mike could almost feel the thrilling sensations that were rocketing through the stud's veins now. The jockstud's balls pulled up even tighter against his crotch, threatening to pop into his body, all the while pumping and boiling over with their hot load of surging, searing teen jock cum. The first hot burst of jock jism from the big swollen cockhead shot into the back of Mike's mouth. Soon, he was flooded with a non-stop creamy lava flow of white-hot stud cum that threatened to choke him with each powerful volley. The shaft throbbed, then shot another creamy wad, again and again, each spurt more violent than the previous one, pumping out the hot, creamy teenspunk, spurt after spurt.
Unable to swallow fast enough and still contain the spraying dick, Mike was forced to release the pulsing, pounding teen rod from his voraciously sucking mouth. The stud kept moaning and groaning incoherently as his pent-up jism burst from the large piss-slit at the end of his soaring shaft. The big dick, which had popped free now, was shiny with spit and clumps of cum.
Without any further coaxing from Mike or its orgasming owner, it continued firing its wads of creamy, starch-smelling cum onto Mike's face, his uniform shirt, the stall wall--everywhere. Mike moaned in appreciation. He loved getting guys off, seeing them pop their big, cummy wads of jock jism all over the place. The stall reeked of cum. His shirt and pants were sprayed and streaked with wads of it. Mike loved it.
He rubbed his now cum-covered hands over the stud's boiling balls, then pressed firmly on the tube running from the dick back into the guy's body. This elicited additional groans from the jockstud and forced another frothy wad to squirt out of the pounding prick. Mike kept up a rhythmic punching motion along the boy's sperm tube until the rocket shots of teen jism became just a steady stream of hot, creamy spermsauce.
Finally, the surging sauce slowed in volume and intensity, and soon the white, sticky pearls of passion were merely dripping slowly from the large slit in the end of the big teenshaft and splattering stickily onto the floor. The cum continued to steadily dribble out, but now as a much-reduced stream. It slowly began oozing back along the upward-angled shaft so that the white droplets soon struck and sank into the thick, black pubic bush.
The jockstud moaned again in sexual ecstasy. Mike grasped the still-hard, but slowly deflating rod one more time and gave it a final squeeze as he slurped the last large dollop of cum from the sexy jock rod. The stud groaned and lurched backward, moaning something about how his dick was too sensitive to take any more action. Then he felt the partition shake as the jockstud slumped forward, too exhausted to hold himself up on his knees any longer.
Mike smiled. Mission accomplished!
Mike shook his head slightly to bring himself back to the present. He couldn't help smiling broadly at his sexy recollection, but tonight, he didn't want to think about anyone else--except his buddy Ron. Ever since they'd met during the first week of freshman orientation Mike had lusted after him.
And who wouldn't? Ron had such rugged, all-American looks, a super- friendly personality, and a body that most guys would kill for. He stood six foot one and every inch was sculpted, rippling muscle that he'd earned as a hard-working member of his high school's state championship swim team. His well-tanned skin, smooth and silky, gleamed under the bedstand's reading lamp. Like most competitive swimmers, he shaved his body hair, which was a huge turn- on for Mike.
He loved guys with smooth, hard, well-muscled bodies like Ron's. Mike unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes drank in Ron's smooth, hardened slabs of well-developed pecs and rippled six-pack. Since Ron appeared to be totally engrossed in his fuck book, Mike was able to freely stare at this tanned Adonis who now shared his bed. He admired the bright, crystal-blue eyes with their long eyelashes, the blonde, flattop haircut, the unblemished skin that shone with the vitality of a youth in his stud-prime.
The guy had it all, thought Mike: hot body, beautiful face, dazzling smile and a hot piece of meat hiding under his nylon briefs. That last item Mike wasn't sure of since he'd never seen Ron completely naked, but he'd seen his bulging crotch threatening to burst out of his super-tight racing Speedo at university swim meets and tonight he intended to find out just how big that bulge could get!
And that's where the paperbacks came in handy. The boys had sneaked a couple of beers earlier that night despite the watchful eyes of Mike's parents. Now, both of them were slightly buzzed. Ron had showered first and jumped into bed before Mike had finished telling his parents goodnight.
After showering and pulling on his white Calvin Klein briefs, Mike had retrieved several of his dog-eared, well-worn paperbacks from his nightstand, slid under the covers next to Ron and had offered one of his favorite fuck books to Ron for his enjoyment. It was a "straight" porn paperback, but Mike knew what he was doing.
Heck, he'd worked this same routine on several other guys back in high school and again at A&M just a few weeks into their first semester: get em slightly drunk, if possible; get em out of as many clothes as possible; then turn `em on with some hot sex books! Once he got them that far, the guys would usually be hot and horny. Then all kinds of things would start happening. It had worked nearly every time he had tried it.
Oh sure, some of the guys woke up the next day and acted as if nothing had happened, or tried to explain their actions by faking hangovers and moaning that they were "too drunk last night to remember anything." Which didn't bother Mike for two seconds. He knew what had taken place and he knew that nine times out of ten those same guys would somehow manage to get back in an identical "compromising" situation with him later on and give encore performances---often performances that exceeded both of their expectations!
Pretending to read his book, Mike quickly brushed the bottom of the pages lightly across his right nipple. His sensitive tit flashed an electric charge to his crotch. His prick stirred, then slowly thickened and began to push out against his confining briefs. The bedspread covered him from the waist down so he wasn't worried about his hardon being noticed. Not yet, anyway.
He lowered the pages again, lightly tickling the dark hairs surrounding his right tit. In contrast to his friend Ron, Mike's chest was lightly dusted with wisps of black, silky hair. The hair fanned out across his broad chest, then dipped down toward his crotch where it blossomed into a nice, thick pubic bush. His two well-muscled legs were lightly covered in dark hair as well. Mike had started lifting weights at the YMCA when he was only 13, thanks to the inspiring photos of some collegiate bodybuilders he'd seen in a fitness magazine.
Ever since then, he'd been a fanatic about staying in shape and his body showed it. Standing just under six feet, his body was hard, lean and well- muscled. The last two years he'd worked extra hard to develop his glutes, resulting in an extremely firm pair of asscheeks, a classic "bubblebutt" ass, that turned heads whenever he wore a tight pair of blue jeans or shorts. His chest, though not quite as wide as Ron's, seemed bigger than it was thanks to his 28-inch waistline. And in his hardened midsection, he matched Ron crease for crease. They both sported incredibly hard, well-defined abs.
As for his dick, hardly a day went by that he didn't silently thank his parents for leaving him uncut. The generous foreskin he had been born with had excited him beyond belief when he first discovered the joys of masturbation. He loved the sensation the skin made, rolling back and forth over his cockhead as he stroked himself off.
And then, four years later, he found so many of his high school sex partners were equally fascinated by the novelty of an uncut piece. It seemed to make him even more desirable to many of them. Now, at age eighteen, he hoped Ron would be equally impressed. He felt the skin sliding back from his large dickhead as the shaft slowly lengthened and pulsed, pressing more and more against the restraining white cotton briefs. His heartbeat quickened.
Then, using a well-practiced move, he turned to fluff his pillow. As he settled back, he allowed his left leg to "accidentally" brush against Ron's right leg. He left it there, barely touching. He held his breath. This was "Phase One" of Mike's often-used seduction plan. If Ron didn't pull back, Mike knew that he had better than a 50-50 chance of scoring with this hot swimming stud Corps buddy of his.
Ron didn't move. Mike exhaled quietly, excited but still cautious. Gently, almost imperceptibly, he added pressure to their "contact" point. Ron still didn't move. Mike was ready for "Phase Two."
"So what do you think of that book?" asked Mike. "Hot enough for you?" "I'll say! I've never read anything like this before. Where'd you get these books, anyway?"
Mike snickered and increased the pressure on Ron's leg before answering. "I got `em from a friend of mine about four years ago."
"Some friend!" said Ron. "If I had books like these, I'd never give them away. Heck, I'd be reading them every night."
"Yeah, well, that's what I usually do with them. That's why they're so beat up. They really come in handy when I need to uh...'relieve a little tension,' if you know what I mean," said Mike knowingly.
Ron flashed that dazzling, trademark smile of his. "Yeah, I know what you mean alright."
Mike plunged ahead, gaining more confidence as Ron's leg continued to press even more firmly against his own. "You know how it is at our age. Heck, I have to unload my rocks at least twice a day or my balls start hurting!" he said, laughing.
"Yeah, you're right. I used to think that swim practice would `take the edge' off for me, but I think it does just the opposite. I think it makes me hornier" said Ron. His left hand disappeared under the covers and Mike noticed some slight movement in the area of Ron's crotch. He sensed it was time to move in for "the kill."
"You know, I don't know about you, but I haven't shot off in a couple of days, and I'm so horny from reading tonight that I'm gonna have to beat off before I can go to sleep. What about you?" asked Mike in a half-teasing, half- challenging tone as he rolled onto his side to face Ron.
Ron blushed a deep red and hesitated a moment before answering. "Uh, yeah, that sounds like a good idea, but I, uh--I mean, uh--I don't know how we can, uh, you know." Ron's voice trailed off as his eyes nervously shifted back and forth from Mike's book to his. He couldn't look directly at Mike.
Mike trembled with excitement. The telltale signs were there! God, he'd waited so long for this moment! He threw out the bait and prepared to reel in his prize catch. Softly, almost whispering, Mike said, "We both need to get our rocks off, right? So why not jack off right now, right here, using these fuck books for extra `inspiration'? Heck, as horny as we are, it probably won't take us five minutes to bust our nuts, will it? What do you say? You game?"
Ron didn't say anything. His hand in his crotch quit moving momentarily. Mike froze. Maybe he'd gone too far, too fast. Maybe he should have waited a bit longer. But his fears proved groundless.
Ron sheepishly raised his head and looked directly into Mike's eyes, then slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, that sounds okay to me." Then he flashed a quick grin. "But you better get me a big towel. We Marine cadets shoot bigger wads than you Army guys do!"
Mike laughed. "Yeah, right. You jarheads are all alike-all talk! You'll have to prove it before I'll believe it!"
Ron sat up in the bed, the covers falling below his waist, revealing his growing, briefs-covered cockmound. "I'll prove it, smart ass! And I'll bet I won't just shoot the biggest load, but I'll cum before you do, too!"
"Challenge accepted, pea brain! I bet I'll not only cum before you, and with a bigger load, but I'll bet my dick's bigger, too! What do you say to that, jarhead?!" Mike crowed.
He was really getting into it now. And he was especially turned on to see that Ron was getting just as excited and into this sex game as he was. This was gonna be a night to remember!
Ron pushed the covers to the foot of the bed, revealing the rest of his lean, bronzed body and that of his body-building buddy. Mike jumped from the bed to make sure the bedroom door was locked, then turned and walked back toward the bed. His dick, now fully hard, tented his white briefs. The head pushed against the waistband, threatening to pop out at any moment. The first drops of precum had already oozed from his slick cockhead, dampening the briefs. The small wet spot was slowly growing as his excitement built and his teenage nuts began to churn, releasing even more shimmering liquid to bubble slowly out the enlarged piss slit.
Ron, all pretense gone now, was lightly rubbing his nylon covered cock. He, too, had a growing wet spot where his now throbbing cockhead was pulsing against the black, slick fabric. He waited for Mike to make the next move.
Mike ducked quickly into the closet and brought out a towel and a jar of Elbow Grease lubricant cream. He walked to the bed and stood next to Ron, handing him the towel.
"Here's your target, jarhead. Let's see if you can hit it with anything!!"
Ron stood up, his underwear poking out stiffly in front of him. "If we're going to have a contest, we have to have some rules. We'll award a point for each part of the competition. Whoever has the most points is the `Stud of the Day' and the loser has to do whatever the Stud tells him to do, ok? I say we get a ruler and measure our dicks first. One point for each category: the biggest dick, the biggest balls, the first to cum, the biggest wad and the farthest cum shot."
Mike was beaming now. This was going so well it was almost scary! "Get your dick out and let's get started. I'm gonna whip your ass before you even get going." Mike picked up the ruler from his desk and turned back to the bed.
Ron had spread the towel across it and was standing at the foot of the bed with the lube jar open and ready to use. He gave his hardened prick one more caress through the nylon Jockeys and then slowly, teasingly, pushed them down to mid-thigh. Ron's pale triangular midsection outlined the pattern of the tiny Speedo swimsuit he wore during swim team workouts.
But what really caught Mike's eye was the large, throbbing teen tube that soared up and out from a riotous blonde patch of curly pubic hair. The large ovals hanging below were covered with a dusting of blonde hair, but Mike could still make out the large, golf-ball sized cummakers hanging low in their big ballsack. The thick, pulsing shaft was networked with light blue veins and capped by a large, helmet-shaped head. Ron's circumcised, shiny prickhead glistened with the remnants of the precum that had been steadily leaking from the large piss slit.
Mike couldn't wait to measure this beauty! Fuck the contest! All he wanted right now was to get his hands around his buddy's beautiful collegiate cock!
"Man, that is really nice," enthused Mike, almost panting with excitement. "Turn around so I can measure it."
Ron smiled and turned toward Mike, hands on his hips, slightly thrusting his crotch forward. "Go ahead. It's eight and a half inches. Trust me." Mike feigned surprise. "Oh, you know already, huh? Well, let's see if you're telling the truth or not."
With that, he reached down, grasping Ron's piece with his left hand and placing the ruler along side of it. He couldn't resist giving the hot schlong a few gentle tugs as he checked the measurement. Yeah, it was eight and a half inches alright. And a really thick handful, too.
Reluctantly, he turned loose of the throbbing member and handed the ruler to Ron. "Your turn, jarhead."
Ron took the ruler and lightly tapped Mike's dick with it. "You sure you're completely hard, Army boy? I want to give you a fair chance at this-even though you're gonna lose!"
Mike sucked in a quick breath as Ron gently caressed his pounding rod, the fingertips lightly running up and down the hardened teenshaft. Then Ron grasped the shaft just below the head and pulled down the taut foreskin, revealing Mike's precum-slickened cockhead. Another large drop of clear cockjuice slowly oozed from the piss slit. Ron's thumb quickly smoothed the oily liquid onto the shiny, uncovered cockhead, sending sparks flying through Mike's midsection. His balls pulled up in their sack, churning and rolling with excitement. Ron placed the ruler next to the shaft, pressing the end firmly into Mike's dark pubic patch. "Eight inches. I get one point. You're on your way to defeat, buddy boy!" crowed Ron.
"Don't count your dicks before they shoot, dick wad! It's not over yet," countered Mike. "And speaking of shooting, you'd better quit stroking my cock or I'm gonna shoot all over you."
Ron quickly released Mike's throbbing cock. "You may have the bigger dick, but I'll bet my balls are bigger. Check `em out, hot shot."
Ron grinned, then reached below Mike's quivering teenrod and gently hefted the large, dark-haired ballsack. His smile faded just a tad as he realized Mike was probably right---these balls DID feel bigger than his own.
Meanwhile, Mike had reached across to Ron's crotch and was busily rolling and hefting his blonde buddy's creamers. "Told you," beamed Mike triumphantly. "Mine are definitely bigger. Agreed?"
Ron snickered. "Yeah, all right, Army boy, let's get to it. That's the only thing you're gonna win tonight, so enjoy it while you can!" He moved to the end of the bed, positioning himself in front of his towel. Mike moved into position next to him. The bedstand light shone across the two tanned and taut torsos. Their hardened teenshafts strained upward, taut and tense, ready for action.
Mike reached for the jar of lube, dug out a large glob with his left hand and proceeded to smear it along his hot, throbbing rod. He trembled with excitement, his balls tingling. Using his other hand, he dug out some more of the white lube grease and generously coated his large nuts.
Not to be outdone, Ron quickly grabbed the jar, held it in front of his dick and pushed his powerful rod into the white goo. Laughing, he pulled the jar away, leaving behind a large wad of soft white grease-cream hanging on his bobbing shaft. With both hands encircling his rod, he spread the cream down the shaft, pushing the excess into his blonde pubes.
"You ready to go?" asked Mike, his breathing somewhat labored thanks to his eager foreplay in priming his now-slick teentube for their impending jerk- off contest.
Ron smiled at his eager buddy. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's do it!" Both boys quickly grabbed their proudly protruding teen cocks and began stroking rhythmically. Ron kept a slightly slower pace than Mike with his right hand while his left was busy fondling his silky scrotum, pulling on his heavy cum- makers. Mike used his left hand for shorter, quicker strokes as he tweaked and pulled on the hard, pointed nipples that capped his broad, hairy chest. The squishing noise of the greasy lube added to their mutual excitement.
"This is so fucking hot, such a turn-on," marveled Mike to himself. "A stud-buddy jackoff session, just two hot college studs, stroking our big, heavy teen rods, trying to pump out two big loads of creamy spermsauce. I almost can't believe this is happening."
And yet he only had to glance over at the heavy hung swimming stud standing next to him to know he wasn't dreaming. He stared at Ron's large, swollen cockhead that by now was leaking a steady stream of clear precum. Each handstroke seemed to pump another shimmering drop out the end of Ron's lube- shiny shaft.
Ron continued to gently tug and massage his nutsack and the two large ovals it contained. His eyes were closed, his head tilted slightly back as he continued stroking and pumping his throbbing manhood closer to a ball-shattering climax. Mike couldn't wait to see that eight and a half inch rammer gush its thick, creamy load all over the bed. The who-cums-first contest was forgotten- all he cared about now was seeing his hot, freshman stud-buddy cracking his nuts!
"I don't know about you, but I'm getting awful close," warned Mike, never losing a stroke on his own eight inches of teen meat. By now he was using both hands, stroking from his cockhead to the base of his dick, one hand after the other. He loved using this technique a lot when beating off. With each downstroke, his hands would lightly punch his low-hanging rocks, sending his already flaming libido into a still higher sexual orbit.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke...his legs began trembling with sexual tension. His body trembled with the fiery sensations rushing from his crotch to his head. His heart pounded and his breath grew short. His mind-blowing orgasm was only moments away. He felt his nuts pulling up tight against the base of his cock, readying themselves for the powerful explosion that would soon follow.
"Oh Mike...oh man...oh buddy, this is great! I'm almost there...oh my God this is so good...too good...my balls are gonna bust wide open...oh man, getting there---getting there...oh this dick needs to shoot, buddy...my balls are aching to cum...gotta cum...oh yeah...yeah...yeah...getting there fast, buddy."
Ron's voice trailed off as he continued pumping his big teen rod a little faster now, almost matching Mike's rapid strokes. He brushed a hand across his pounding chest, tweaking both his nipples over and over, building his climax to even greater heights. The sensations were becoming too much to bear. He knew he couldn't keep this tit-play and hard stroking going for much longer, or he'd be creaming his load all over the bed.
He opened his eyes and glanced down at Mike's cock-filled hands. This was proving to be one helluva jackoff session! "Look at that hot jock cock of yours!" exclaimed Mike, completely unrestrained now in his admiration of his hot stud buddy's body and massive, pulsing sex tool.
"What a hot fucking rod! Let's see it shoot, stud. Come on, pump out that hot spermsauce. Shoot it out, stud. Let those big nuts of yours pump out that big fucking wad! Come on, squirt that hot, creamy teen load out. Let me see it, stud. Show us what a few good men can do, jarhead!"
Mike's raunchy talk had the desired effect on Ron. Moaning with lust and nearly out of his mind from the pulsing pleasure pounding in his groin, Ron slowed his jackoff strokes, purposely torturing himself by prolonging the coming volcano that was threatening to explode in his loins.
His big teencock shone in the light, lubricated with grease and the constant drooling of precum nectar from its enlarged piss slit. The thick blue veins that crisscrossed the raging hardon stood out clearly along the shaft. A steady stream of sensations continued to pour from his rockhard rod. His breathing got heavier. He glanced down again.
The head of his cock stared angrily up at him, a glistening bead of cockjuice in the hole at the end of his teen shaft. He pulled the loose skin of the shaft up to the circumcised head. A new jolt of sensations hit him as his fingers pressed over the super sensitive area on the underside of his cock where the rim disappears into the cock hole at the end. Faster and faster, back and forth, back and forth, stroke...stroke...stroke.
"Just...a...little...bit...more...oh yeah...hot fucking rod...yeah, gonna shoot a big hot wad, buddy! Oh Mike, can't wait...gonna do it now, buddy...that's so fucking good! I've gotta cum! Oh yeah, here...it... goes...one more... stroke...oh yeah...gotta shoot...my nuts are gonna bust. Oh fuck, this cock is ready to cum...oh man...oh...here it is! Oh yeah! Yeah! YEAH!"
Ron's voice trailed off into a long, low groan as his red, throbbing cockhead swelled, then suddenly spewed, shooting a huge, heavy glob of white mancum from the steel-veined shaft. His body erupted in an explosive climax in every pore of his body. Hot, creamy spermwads flew across the bed in rapid-fire succession, one after another, each one quickly followed by another, then another.
Ron closed his eyes, overcome with pleasure and almost frightened by the explosive sensations that were rocking his body. More white-hot wads of young Marine cadet cum roared up from the depths of his balls and spurted in streaming jets across the bed and onto the towel and bedsheets. Ron pressed his hand up against the spot between his hot, pumping nuts and his throbbing prick, lightly goosing himself, pushing himself even further over the brink of ecstasy. More thick, spermy clumps of cum shot from his spurting dick. Wave after orgasmic wave swept through him as he kept stroking his still spurting cock and massaging his lube-covered hand across his roiling, pumping balls.
Overcome with the hot passion sweeping through him, Ron sagged heavily against Mike, who was only too eager to prop up his climaxing stud buddy. Mike speeded up the pumping on his own rod, using quick, short strokes. Another few seconds and he, too, would be white-washing the bed with his collegiate spermsauce.
"Oh, buddy, what a hot fucking load that was!" exclaimed Mike. "Go ahead and lean on me, stud, that's okay. I can handle it."
Ron milked his slowly deflating rod, managing to squeeze out one final blob of creamsauce before dropping his hand and letting his oversized teenmeat, now slowly deflating, swing heavily downward.
Mike reached down to the towel, scooped some of Ron's fresh, steaming teen sauce into his hand and once more began stroking his hard cock, this time using his buddy's jism. The natural lubricant was sensational. Mike's excitement doubled. He wouldn't be able to hold off much longer now! Especially with his hunky buddy draped around his shoulder, still shuddering and jerking occasionally as the final throes of his orgasm slowly faded.
"I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna cover that towel with cum, stud!" moaned Mike. His body trembled with tension, every nerve on edge as he continued stroking his inflamed cock. The head, shinier than ever now thanks to Ron's hot, fresh lube, swelled bigger and bigger, preparing for the surging spray of sperm that was only seconds away. His nuts pulled up tightly against his body, swirling and churning, desperate to blow out their precious cargo of cum. His prick swelled, thick and veiny, the skin so tight it threatened to split. Then he felt the telltale signs of eruption starting to take over.
Jolt after jolt of searing sexual heat surged and pumped through his body. He felt his body start to tense up as the sensations climbed higher and higher. He pumped harder on his throbbing cock, his hand almost a blur on his glistening, cum-slickened teenshaft.
Then, he deliberately teased himself by stopping his masturbating strokes. His body screamed out for fulfillment, begging for the volcanic orgasm it now was being denied. His heart pounded and a wave of sexual heat nearly overcame him. He thought he was going to pass out.
This orgasm was so intense he wouldn't even need a final stroke to bring it to its climax. His entire body went rigid and his prick, now throbbing and waving, completely untouched, suddenly swelled, then fired its first spurting sperm spray across the already cum-soaked towel. Mike groaned in orgasmic lust as his bobbing teenmeat paused, then quickly resumed its rapid-fire sperm shots.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh! Oh shit...oh yeah...! Ungh...ungh...ungh..." Mike's body shook with each explosive cum shot. He pulled at his hard tits with his right hand and stroked his left one back and forth across his hairy nutsack, sending more orgasmic shudders whirling up his crotch and out the end of his still-pumping prick. The sensations were incredible.
And he still wasn't touching his cock! Stars shot off in his head and his pulse raced. He couldn't breathe, he was so excited. His untouched cock kept spurting and spurting, spraying wad after creamy wad of teen sauce onto the now thoroughly sperm-soaked towel below.
Strong contractions rocked his pelvis and the cum kept welling up from his swollen balls, shooting and spurting from the hole at the end of his cock. One burst after another splashed across the towel, forming a trail of milky white jism.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck...ungh...ungh...oh YEAH!" Mike moaned and babbled incoherently as his supply of cum slowly diminished to a steady, spermy dribble. His strokes were much slower now, but he kept pumping and lightly squeezing his throbbing, pulsing shaft.
Overcome with the lusty heat that continued to pour through his veins, Mike slowly sank to the bed, easing his exhausted Marine buddy down with him. As Ron's shoulders touched the bedspread, the collegiate swim stud toppled over into a tanned heap, his closed eyes just missing one of the large puddles of sticky, starch-smelling sperm that had resulted from the spurting fountains of their teen dicks. He didn't care. He just needed to collapse and recover.
Mike quickly followed Ron's example, slumping down onto his own spermy- slick towel. He breathed in the starchy, manly smells of their hot college cum loads and smiled faintly before he passed out.
(To be continued)