This is the continuing story of college student Cadet Mike Johnson, a horny Texas Aggie, a member of Texas A&M University's Corps of Cadets. If you like it, I'll post additional chapters. 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. I promise I'll reply to you. Thanks! Thumper/Houston, Texas
Cadet Sex, Chapter 2: Sucker for Speedos
By Thumper
Mike awoke with a start. He realized he couldn't move his right arm. Something was pressing down on it, something large and warm. He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Ron's beefy, solid back, skin as smooth and tan as could be. Mike's arm was lodged beneath Ron's right side and Mike was snuggled up against Ron's backside. He smiled, once again recalling where he was and what he and Ron had done with each other the night before.
It had been quite a night, with both horny college boys cracking their rocks off with mind-boggling orgasms. They'd both been so overcome by their highly charged mutual masturbation session that both young men had passed out on the bed, almost falling face first into the cum-soaked bath towels that had been spread out on the bed to protect the bedcovers. Now, eight hours later as dawn was breaking on a quiet Saturday morning at the Johnson home, they were pressed together in a sleepy embrace.
Waves of pleasure radiated through Mike as he relived some of the night's sexual rituals. He couldn't believe his luck these days. College, so far, had been a lot of hard work and regimented training for him as a cadet in the Corps at A&M, but it also had produced an awful lot of almost non-stop sexual encounters. Still sated and sleepy, his mind drifted lazily back to a ball-busting, super satisfying liaison he'd had with two of A&M's finest swimming stars.
Mike had never been a terrific swimmer himself, but he enjoyed swimming laps for exercise now and then. And he had always admired (and at times had "enjoyed") the slick, hard-bodied physiques of his Texas high school swim team friends. Now, he practically worshipped the ground beneath the feet of his college buddies who swam for the Texas A&M University swim team. Initially, he admired these aquatic beauties only from afar while attending swim meets or watching the team during their early morning and late afternoon workouts at the university's Olympic size pool.
But then fate intervened and Mike's devotion to these collegiate swimmers became more than a daily fantasy. The editor of The Battalion, the student newspaper at A&M, assigned Mike to cover the college's "minor" sports for men, which included the men's swim team. He knew his editor didn't care much for members of the Corps of Cadets and that's why Mike, who was a member of Company C-2, had been assigned that less than popular news beat. But to Mike, it was like throwing the wolf into the hen house: he was actually assigned to meet and talk with hot jocks like swimmers and track stars, guys who had terrific bodies and wore little or no clothing, in or out of the competitive arena!
Swimmers were definitely his favorite athletes. Always had been. But they really became his obsession when he attended his first competitive swim meet in person in junior high school. Just the sight of all those skin-tight, cock-hugging Speedo swimsuits on those still- blossoming young teen bodies gave him an instant hardon. Granted, the guys in seventh through ninth grade were in their early teens and lacked the degree of hard-bodied, muscular development Mike would later run into at high school and college. But even at Long Junior High, the school had its share of some really hot, young teenagers who may have been young in years but certainly showed a lot of "growth" in the cock- and-balls department.
Mike had even gone to the trouble of convincing his Mom and Dad that he needed a Speedo for gym class even though the boys' PE classes swam completely nude in the school's indoor pool. He'd wear his Speedo around the house when no one was home, loving the way the smooth, stretchy material clung to his frame and cupped tightly around his own well-developed prick. Just slipping the suit on would get his hormones popping until his dick erected hard as a rock, stiffly poking out the silky Speedo in front and leaking clear precum juice from his piss slit. Sometimes he'd give in to temptation and start rubbing and stroking his constantly throbbing teencock through the sheer Speedo fabric, mashing and twisting his boner and sucking in quick breaths with each thrilling sensation that raged through his hot, teenboy loins. He would never last very long.
Soon, he'd be rubbing his cock harder and faster until it would suddenly erupt in a violent explosion of hot, starchy-smelling cock cream that seemed to spurt and spurt for hours inside his tight Speedo suit. He'd roll around on his bed, rocking back and forth, squeezing the sperm-soaked crotch of his Speedo, convulsing with the orgasmic thrills of a massive teenage climax. What thrilled Mike even more was that within less than an hour he'd be hot and horny all over again, ready to rub up another hot wad of teenage spermsauce, sometimes bigger than the load he'd just drained from his overactive boy nuts. But that's how it was when you were only 13 years old!
He smiled to himself as he thought back on those days and then realized how far he'd come and where he was now. Out of the frying pan and into the fire! His newspaper editor had no idea Mike was gay, he was sure of that. But the editor, thinking he was somehow punishing Mike by assigning him to aquatic sports and track, couldn't have given Mike a better opportunity for cruising and meeting what Mike considered to be the hottest men in the entire world.
It all started innocently enough after he introduced himself to the team's coach and training staff and conducted the usual press interviews with them. His first articles covered the team's chances for a championship, what type of workouts they had to endure, their study habits, what type of diets the guys had to follow and so on.
Subsequent articles he wrote were more in-depth features on individual members of the swim team. In these, he varied his questions to generate differing articles on each of these top-notch water jocks in order to keep The Battalion's readers (and his editor) happy. He managed to get some great articles by keeping the guys off balance by asking leading questions about their dating habits and other personal bits of information that might titillate the Batt's readers.
Most of the guys bantered verbally with him, enjoying their moment in this somewhat abbreviated media spotlight. Sure, it was just a college newspaper, but at least it was a chance to brag a little about the extremely hard work they did to stay in such great physical condition. To most of their fellow students at A&M and even their friends back home, swimming was a small blip on the team sports radar.
Other swim jocks blushed with embarrassment at Mike's good- natured but personal probings. Some even got angry and cut off the interviews. And then there were the two "Incredible Hunks," as Mike privately nicknamed them: Doug Johnson and Jason Monroe. Doug and Jason had grown up together in Houston where they attended the same junior and senior high schools and had gone to Texas A&M together on swimming scholarships. They were inseparable, in or out of the pool, closer to each other than most brothers. But they were as different in appearance as night and day.
Doug was blonde, blue-eyed, five feet ten inches tall and weighed about 160. Jason had jet-black hair, deep gray-green eyes and stood six feet three and weighed in around 180. Doug swam the 1,600 IM and doubled on distance relay teams while Jason was a sprinter, a state high school record holder in both the 100 freestyle and butterfly.
Both had the typical swimmer's build: large, well-formed chests crowned with rose-colored nipples that hardened into twin peaks whenever they dove into the water. The wide chests and massive shoulders narrowed down into classic V-shapes to incredibly small waistlines. Like most swimmers, they both boasted classic sets of ripped abs that rippled and creased with their every movement. Their lean, hard thighs topped off their tight, sinewy calves. Even their feet, well exercised by the team's weight training regimen, showed tight, hard lines of muscles that rippled as they walked.
True, most of their fellow team members looked much the same as they did. Few dedicated swimmers had an ounce of fat showing anywhere. Swimming as many miles as they did each week usually burned off any excess calories that other college boys were prone to consume. But to Mike, Doug and Jason displayed that "something extra" that set them apart from the other swimmers.
All swimmers displayed a certain awareness of their bodies, as if they knew they possessed finely tuned physical machines that many other guys, even other scholarship athletes, envied. Mike figured they had to secretly be proud of that fact, even if they never acted in public like it was any big deal. After all, swimming statistics and meet results seldom made the six o'clock news or even a corner of any big city newspaper's sports section. But that's what caught his attention with Doug and Jason. Those two had a certain "something" he couldn't quite put his finger on-even though he would have loved running his fingers all over their tanned, sleek torsos that bulged with muscles and power even in a relaxed state.
They definitely weren't secretive or shy about showing off their bodies in a non-arrogant, non-flaunting way. They just went out of their way to parade around the indoor and outdoor pool areas wearing nothing more than their tight, ultra low-cut maroon and white Speedo swimsuits. And when they retreated into the locker room to strip down and shower, they engaged in all sorts of riotous, boisterous activities with the other swimmers and jocks-completely in the nude!
At first, Mike was stunned at this blatant display of hot jock nudity. He'd seen other guys horsing around in locker rooms since he was in junior high. But they'd usually done it wearing gym shorts, jeans or underwear. Or at least a jockstrap. But these two guys-they constantly stripped down to nothing and paraded around with their heavy cocks and balls swinging in the breeze as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
Quite often, they engaged their swimming buddies in towel-popping contests, twisting their towels into wet terrycloth whips that they snapped and cracked against the exposed skin of their teammates. Sometimes they ignored their swimming buddies or anyone else who was hanging around and attacked each other-no holds barred!
These latter encounters were especially exciting to Mike because inevitably the one-on-one towel games evolved into fierce nude wrestling matches as the two swim studs would lock arms in a Herculean struggle for locker room supremacy. Olympic wrestlers had nothing on these two as they slammed each other into the lockers, sprawled across the carpeted floor; grappling and grabbling whatever body parts were within reach. Inevitably, one or both of them would develop a half- hardon from all this masculine mayhem, which would usually signal the end of the wrestling match.
Then, red-faced and winded, yet also quite exhilarated from their struggle, the two would scramble into the large, open shower area. There, they would engage in more good-natured fighting by pressing their hands over the showerheads to spray each other with hard jets of water. Finally, they'd emerge from the showers, slick and clean, dry off quickly, throw on shorts, t-shirts and tennis shoes and head off to class or the dining hall, depending on the time of day. Often, they'd leave the locker room with one of them hanging an arm around the shoulder of his buddy, talking animatedly and laughing aloud as if they'd just shared the world's funniest joke.
Mike had been trying to interview Doug and Jason for weeks, but somehow the two always managed to get away from him by shouting some lame excuse about being late for class as they raced out of the locker room. But Mike's persistence finally paid off halfway through the fall semester. He cornered the two as they were clowning around one afternoon and told them this time he wouldn't take "No" for an answer.
As usual, both boys were completely nude as they stood in the sink area of the locker room. Doug was popping Jason with his wet Speedo while Jason was trying to put on his contact lenses. Jason moaned in mock agony with each pop of the suit on his bare butt. Mike could hardly concentrate on what he was saying, so entranced by the beautiful male flesh totally exposed in front of him and the light "whipping" routine they were engaged in. This didn't go unnoticed by Doug as he danced around Jason, still twirling his Speedo. Doug caught Jason's eye in the mirror and gave him a quizzical look, then darted his eyes back and forth from between Mike and Jason. Jason then looked at Mike, grinned and nodded back at Doug. Mike, mesmerized by the glorious male nudity on parade in front of him, was oblivious to all of this as he continued trying to concentrate on his plea for an interview.
"Look guys, I know you don't want to do this, but it's my job," said Mike. "You're the only two frontline swimmers that I haven't featured yet. I've got a deadline to meet and I just have to get a story out of you. I swear, I'll follow you all day if I have to, but one way or another I'm gonna get this interview!" Flushed and a little surprised at his own aggressiveness, he paused for a response.
Doug stopped his Speedo slinging and spoke to Jason, displaying his ever-present grin: "Well, buddy, what do you say? Do we make this guy happy, save his ass from being chewed on by his big bad boss and become big sports celebrities, or do we walk?"
Jason finished putting on his contact lenses and turned to face Mike. It took all of Mike's self-control to keep eye contact with Jason instead of his magnificent crotch as the tall swimmer answered him: "Yeah, we'll do your lousy interview. Geez, the things we superstars gotta do to stay in the good graces of the almighty press! You want us, you got us-totally exposed, just for you!" He and Doug convulsed in laughter at this last sentence. Mike joined in, relieved to have his story but feeling something else had just happened but he wasn't sure just what. He had all kinds of fantasies in mind about what he'd like to do with these two, but didn't think they'd consider looking twice at him when they had all these swim jocks to cruise whenever they wanted.
"But on one condition," warned Jason. "You have to come to our dorm room for the interview. We're not doing it here. Too much noise. How about tonight at 9? Ok with you?"
"Sure, that's great," said Mike. "I'll be ready. I'll be there."
"Yeah, you'd better be ready," said Doug, snickering. "And be on time, too. We won't wait all night." The boys laughed again, exchanging knowing looks yet one more time. Mike's heartbeat raced in anticipation. Maybe he wasn't so far off base about these guys after all. Maybe. But no...couldn't be. Could they. He shook his head to clear his lurid thoughts and left for class.
That night, promptly at nine, Mike was knocking on the door to Jason and Doug's dorm room.
"Come on in," Jason hollered from inside. "It's open." As he entered, Mike noted the room was lit only by a small lamp on a desk in the far corner of the room. Soft jazz music echoed from a small stereo mounted on a high bookshelf. Voices echoing from the bathroom told Mike both of the boys were in there together. Mike could hear the water running in the shower. He shut the door and moved slowly toward the lamp and the desk.
"Hey, dork, did you lock the door?" Doug yelled, his head sticking out from the bathroom. Startled, Mike quickly turned, secured the door and turned back to face Doug. His head was gone and Mike heard laughter erupt from the bathroom following an inaudible comment one of them made.
Doug stepped out of the bathroom, water dripping from his body to the floor. "Why don't you come in here so we won't have to scream at each other. We're gonna be in here for a while."
Mike hesitated a moment, then headed toward the small bathroom, unsure how he would be able to interview them and take notes in that tiny room. Plus, he could see now that Doug was completely naked except for a tight, white Speedo and Mike wasn't sure he could concentrate on his interview with Doug's thick prick and balls proudly and prominently bulging against the silky nylon. And besides, what the heck were they doing in the bathroom, together, dressed in Speedo swimsuits, anyway?
"Don't worry about getting wet or anything. We're just shaving down for the big meet tomorrow night," said Doug. "If you want to talk to us, it's now or never."
Mike froze in his tracks as he entered the small bathroom. There in front of him stood Jason, completely nude, his legs, crotch, back and arms covered with layers of shaving cream. Doug stood beside him, holding in his right hand a safety razor that he began stroking steadily across Jason's cream-covered back. Mike noticed something else right away-both boys had half-hardons. Jason's beautifully shaped cock hung at a slight angle away from his body, not quite erect yet not soft and relaxed, either. Doug's prick, confined to the tight nylon Speedo, stretched the soft material to the breaking point. The suit was so worn and sheer that Mike could practically see through it. His mouth watered and his hands grew clammy with nervous sweat. What a sight!
Mike's own prick surged with lust and began to harden and push against his khaki uniform pants. As a member of the Texas A&M Corps of Cadets, Mike had to be in uniform virtually everywhere he went on campus. Tonight's visit to the jock dorm was no exception. And at the rate his cock was expanding, it wouldn't be long now before he would have a full, raging eight-inch throbber to deal with. Jason and Doug would be sure to see it poking against his neatly pressed pants. But he couldn't help it. The sexy scene in front of him was too much for his young, collegiate libido to ignore.
Doug continued his relentless shaving of Jason's back, sweeping across the broad, hard-muscled shoulders with overly dramatic strokes while drawing closer and closer to his buddy's slick and shiny water- splashed bubblebutt. As Doug stroked closer and closer to the hardened twin globes, Mike was sure that Jason's cock lengthened another inch or two and angled even further away from his low-hanging ballsack. He thought he could see the blood pumping and filling the enlarged veins running along the beautiful, full shaft. Or was he imagining things?
"Oh God," thought Mike, almost panicking. "Jason probably saw me checking out his cock. Shit! And he's bound to have noticed my hardon, too. Now what? He'll kill me!"
But Jason just smiled knowingly, and squirted more of the shaving cream along his arms and across his broad chest as he stared directly into Mike's blue eyes. "Looks like we're giving you a hard time," Jason snickered, grinning wolfishly from ear to ear. Doug cackled with laughter. Mike hesitated, then slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded in agreement. He slowly brushed a hand across the crotch of his pants, just grazing his pulsing rod. His mind was racing now. Were they setting him up for a cruel joke, hoping to trick him into revealing his pent-up lust for them so they could beat the shit out of him? Or was this going to be the fantasy-come-true he'd been dreaming of since tenth grade? As if in answer to his unspoken questions, Jason spoke softly:
"You know, you don't have to pretend around us in here. We know what you really want. And we're willing to give it to you." He paused as if to allow time for his statement to sink in fully. "That is, if you're willing to share in return-and keep your mouth shut about it."
Mike's head was spinning. Had he heard right? Was he dreaming? He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He started to tremble with both fear and excitement. His emotions were torn between what he wanted to believe and what he was afraid to believe.
"Yeah," said Doug. "We know you've been scoping us out for the longest time. Every time we turned around in the locker room, there you were, staring at us. Or the other guys on the team. Whatever." He paused. Mike didn't speak. "You're just as queer as we are, aren't you?" asked Doug.
Mike was stunned by their frankness, yet it excited him beyond belief. He couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, standing next to two hot jock stud swimmers who had just confessed to him they were gay, and now were telling him they wanted to fool around--with him! Him! Mr. Nobody Special. Why? What was going on? All he could say was "Wow!" The two swim studs, obviously relieved at his favorable reaction to their sexual overtures, beamed their famous, friendly smiles at him. His cock immediately surged again, threatening to tear a hole in his pants in its quest to free itself from its khaki cover. This was unbelievable! He was about to fulfill a fantasy he'd only dreamed about.
Mike knew he had a pretty decent body, having worked all summer on a construction crew and then having joined the Corps with all its rigorous physical training. But these two Adonis-like studs-they were two of the hottest studs on campus! They had the most beautiful bodies in the world-bodies any guy would kill for! And yet-and yet, here they were asking him to join them in a hot three-way! Mike had experienced a three-way once before as a high school junior with two guys from his high school's baseball team. But that was then with two lesser- developed studs, and this-this was now! It couldn't be real. But what happened next was all too real.
"Why don't you get out of that monkey suit before it gets all wet and some upperclassmen kicks your ass," said Jason. "Then get in here while I finish shaving Doug. Then we'll shave you, if you want!"
Doug whooped with laughter while Mike, too excited to comprehend what Jason had just suggested, hurried into the main dorm room area and began to strip off his clothes as fast as he could. He threw his carefully spit-shined shoes and socks across the room and ripped off his shirt and pants. Then, remembering that he'd have to look good walking back to his dorm, he slowed down to get control of himself.
He carefully hung his uniform shirt and pants across the back of one of the desk chairs and turned to pull off his white briefs. His prick was already poking its large head halfway out of the elastic waistband and Mike noticed a large, clear drop of precum had already formed in the piss slit. He quickly jerked the briefs downward, freeing his thick prick to swing out and up, proudly pointing toward the two hunks that were laughing and joking in the bathroom. His balls were churning in their wrinkled sack, one hanging slightly lower than the other. He reached down and squeezed his sturdy shaft, forcing another drop of his teen precum to swell and finally drop slowly, stickily down to the carpet. He touched a finger to the sticky slit and licked it clean. Mmmmmmm! He loved the taste of his lube juice, so salty yet sweet, too. His prick surged and throbbed, harder and bigger than ever, threatening to split the taut skin that covered the blood-pounding veins that were filling and swelling to capacity.
He pulled off his tight white t-shirt, tossed it next to his shoes and socks, took a deep breath and walked slowly into the tiny bathroom. As he entered the room, the two college studs turned toward the door. They looked him up and down, then Doug whistled softly between his teeth and mimicked a Southern drawl: "Well, what have we heah? Ah think this military man's hard-awn needs attenshun, don't you, Mistah Monroe??!"
Mike could feel his face reddening as he stood there, completely exposed to their intense scrutiny, his hardon throbbing and pounding in complete erection. Jason laughed at his embarrassment. "Why, I do think you're right, good buddy. I sure don't think that's the new Corps compass!"
By now, Doug had finished shaving Jason's backside and Jason himself was using the razor to finish cropping the hair from his arms and chest. Mike really admired the fine, black hair that fanned so beautifully across Jason's chest, just like it did across his own. But he had to admit that the tall stud's muscles really stood out in a classic, toned profile once their hairy covering was gone. Mike's fingers itched to grope and caress the glistening, smooth flesh. As if sensing this, Jason invited Mike to move in closer.
"Hey freshman! Do I have to order you around or what?" asked Jason laughingly. "Get over here and suck my cock, freshman!"
Mike, shaking visibly with excitement, took a step toward Jason and sank to his knees in front of this dark-haired Adonis. His hands reached out, slowly touching the hard-marbled thighs, gently caressing them. Whoever had shaved these legs had done a great job, thought Mike admiringly. He couldn't find a trace of stubble anywhere. His heart pounded and the blood raced through his already steaming veins. He squeezed the hard flesh beneath his fingers and watched, mesmerized, as the heavy, thick prick in front of him steadily pulsed and grew, arching upward, an inch at a time, finally stopping almost exactly perpendicular to Jason's lithe body. It continued to throb and bob rhythmically. Mike's mouth watered with eager anticipation.
Meanwhile, Doug had finished rinsing the shaving cream from his own body and was now applying a thin coating of baby oil to his completely hairless torso. He had removed his Speedo, much to Mike's disappointment. Mike had wanted to pull it off with his teeth after engaging Doug in some heavy rubbing of his rod and balls through the silky slick material. But his initial disappointment turned quickly into raging lust as he noticed with shock and surprise what was NOT under the Speedo. It was then that Mike realized Doug had shaved his entire blonde pubic bush off along with the rest of his body hair!
Doug's prick was completely hard now, too, thrusting upward at a sharp 45-degree angle. His large, golf-ball sized testicles bounced and moved in their wrinkled sack as he rubbed the oily film across his creased abdomen and then lower toward his shaved crotch. A hand on Mike's head brought his attention back to Jason. Jason gently but firmly pushed Mike's face down toward his crotch and his pounding, eight and a half inch cockrod. Mike didn't need any more encouragement. He grasped the hardened jock rod and squeezed it lovingly, firmly. The large, mushroom shaped head swelled in response. Mike rhythmically squeezed the throbbing rod again and again, gently massaging it until a large, glistening drop of crystal clear precum pushed its way out of the large piss slit. It hung there, growing steadily larger and heavier, yet unable to drop from the pulsing head.
Mike squeezed again and moved his other hand down to stroke and caress Jason's oversized testicles in their smoothly shaved sack. This time, the large drop of clear man lube lost its grip on the dickhead and began to stretch downward toward the floor in a long, fine stream. Mike quickly shot out his tongue and caught the sticky tail. Mmmmmm! The taste was fantastic! A little salty, but it was Jason's jock juice, and Mike moaned softly as he slowly raised his head up and up until his mouth hovered just an inch or so from the pounding manmeat. Jason grinned down at him, his emerald green eyes never leaving Mike's. He pushed his hips forward just enough to place his cock into Mike's mouth.
Mike's tongue stretched out and licked the rest of the lube from the hot cockhead and then he quickly closed his mouth around as much of the rod as he could manage. He sucked and slurped noisily along the first five or six inches of Jason's shaft. Now it was Jason's turn to groan with pleasure.
"Oh man," sighed Jason, pumping his hips back and forth into Mike's hot mouth. "That is soooo good. Oh yeah, suck that hot dick, buddy-get that tongue around that hot shaft. Yeah, that's it! Oh man, what a hot cocksucker you are!"
Inspired by Jason's compliments, Mike redoubled his efforts. He sawed back and forth on the throbbing rod, suctioning hard as the shaft pushed in, releasing just a little as it retreated. His tongue washed around and around the hardened, vein covered shaft, licking and prodding along every inch of the stiff cock. His own cock was throbbing and pounding, sticking straight up, almost parallel to his body, he was so excited. He still found it hard to believe that he was on his knees, sucking off one of the hottest guys he'd ever seen, one of the premier studs on the A&M swim team, a high school All-American athlete! What a trip!
All this time, Doug patiently stood beside the two of them, gently stroking his own extra-thick, seven inch rod with his left hand while pulling and squeezing on his lemon-sized balls that dangled a good two inches below his upturned shaft. About every third stroke of his cock he'd move his right hand up to tweak and tug on his large, hardened nipples. Doug really got off to tit play. And the combination of his rod stroking and tit pulling while watching his best buddy get sucked off was sending his libido soaring. He kept pumping his rod, covering and uncovering the bulging head with his generous layer of foreskin. Soon, the copious accumulation of precum was spreading all over the reddened head, lubricating the folds of skin. His body was pounding with excitement, but he wanted more. He wanted some of that hot cocksucking on his rod!
"Hey Jase, don't wear him out, buddy," Doug jokingly admonished. "Save some for me."
Mike's head never ceased its constant sucking of Jason's meaty shaft, but his left hand reached out blindly toward Doug. Doug stepped closer to the two guys and Mike's hand grabbed his hard muscled thigh. Doug moaned with pleasure as Mike's fingers lightly traced the bulging muscles that covered his slick, clean-shaven leg. Then Mike's hand reached higher and it quickly found what it was searching for-the beer can sized cock that stood rockhard and angled upward from Doug's hairless crotch. His fingers couldn't reach around the pulsing, vein- bulging rod, so he did the best he could by twisting his hand around the slick cockhead, forcing the foreskin back and forth. Doug groaned in ecstasy and continued working his own tits with one hand while the other stretched out to stroke Jason's massive, marbled chest. He squeezed the twin mounds of meat with their hard, pointed tits, then flicked his fingers in a light snapping motion against them. He knew from years of practice what Jason's reaction would be.
"Aw fuck, buddy," groaned Jason, now receiving double stimulation to his tanned jock body. "Oh man! Oh God, don't stop. Oh yeah, that's it, buddy, play with those man-tits. Yeah, flick my nipples, Doug. Aw shit. This is too good, man. Such a hot cocksucker working my cock-and you torturing my tits. Oh fuck. I love it! Oh yeah." his voice trailed off into unintelligible mumbling mixed with more groans and moans. Below him, still voraciously devouring his solid, throbbing cock, Mike smiled inwardly. His own rockhard prick testified to the intense pleasure he was deriving from working over these two aquatic athletes. He abandoned stroking his own hardon and once again grasped Jason's large, swinging balls in their silky smooth, hairless sack. His other hand continued pumping and pulling on Doug's thick rammer, not missing a beat while his hungry mouth continued pleasuring Jason's incredibly beautiful cock.
Mike fondled Jason's oversized testicles, hefting the sack and letting the smooth skin drape across his palm as the two large ovals pulsed and moved with a life of their own. He dragged his hand slowly, slowly upward, letting the soft folds of scrotal skin slip across his saliva-slickened hand, pulled downward by the large, twin cum-makers they cradled. He knew those hot cream makers were working overtime, churning and roiling as they built up their hot, steamy load of thick, athletic mancum. He couldn't wait to feel that oversized load of spermsauce surging and shooting through the vein wrapped channel of his buddy's hot cock. But Doug's heavy moans momentarily pulled his attention away from Jason. Without slowing his sucking action on Jason's manmeat, he glanced up at Doug's flushed and sweaty body.
Doug was quickly building to a climax. His hard-muscled torso gleamed with rivulets of sweat brought on by the humid heat of the non- ventilated restroom and the intense fire burning through his veins as Mike steadily milked his pulsing, thrusting cockmeat. He and Jason hadn't tricked with each other lately, thanks to their busy class schedules and stepped-up swim practices, so he was extra-horny. He knew his usual man-sized load would be even bigger and more explosive than it usually was, thanks to their unavoidable abstinence.
His balls, swinging wildly in their hairless sack with every stroke of his prick, felt four times their size thanks to the pent-up sperm load he'd been unable to release for far too long. Usually a day never passed without his getting a load off at least once-even if it meant jerking off all alone. But today marked the third day in a row that he hadn't even done that. His nuts ached with a dull pleasure- pain, suddenly magnified by the light pummeling they were enduring as a result of Mike's pumping fist along his throbbing cock. These light blows to his balls served to excite Doug more and more. He sucked in a quick breath and moaned again at the super pleasurable sensations racking his nuts and racing through his hard muscled frame.
Mike continued bobbing his head back and forth on Jason's super- stiff and super-succulent manmeat, never missing a stroke as he voraciously worked to suck the cum from the inner depths of his buddy's hot groin. His hands kept stroking and worshiping the brawny, silky smooth chests, abdomens and legs of both hot swim studs as they pressed their bodies closer together. He alternated working on first one set of male nipples, then the other, tugging and twisting on the hardened nubs, eliciting sharp cries of lust from both jocks with each quick pinch and pull. Mike remained on his knees, his mouth crammed with Jason's cock while Doug's hardened lance pushed and prodded against his left cheek and ear as if begging for a turn inside his hot, sucking orifice.
The head of Doug's cock leaked generous amounts of clear precum in a steady stream, smearing and sticking to Mike's face. Some of the heavier drops oozed from the enlarged, reddened piss slit and dripped stickily down onto Mike's chest. Doug's throbbing boner bounced heavily in the air each time he swiveled his hips to batter his cock lightly back and forth across Mike's face. Mike's own hard cock bobbed and weaved, getting harder and stiffer by the minute, pointing nearly parallel to his body as the excitement built within his inflamed loins. The heady aroma of the two sweating, athletic studs-in-heat towering above him stoked his internal fires more and more with each passing moment.
His head swam with lust and passion. Never in his wildest jackoff dreams had he imagined anything so wonderful, so exciting, and so thrilling. His cock jerked again. His ball sack, once swinging hot and heavy below him, nearly touching the cool tile floor, now was pulled up tight and secure against his throbbing crotch. His swollen testicles, packed with their sweet load of white-hot, starchy-sweet mancum, threatened to burst with their lusty contents.
All three guys were building rapidly to a final, cum-spurting climax. Their hot, sex-tortured loins wouldn't be able to withstand much more of this fevered three-way man-play, no matter how much they tried to postpone their inevitable, gushing climaxes. Jason had pulled Doug's head once again onto his chest, forcing his lover's hot mouth and lashing tongue back onto his pointed nipples. Doug was only too willing to grasp each hardened nub in his teeth, lightly biting and tugging first one, then the other, while his tongue lathered layers of spit across the smooth-shaven pecs. As he crossed back and forth between the two meaty slabs, he would drag his tongue across the deeply indented valley that was his lover's sternum, licking and loving the taste and feel of the hot stud's heaving, sweaty skin and beautifully tanned and shaved pectorals.
Mike's hands reached up and smeared Doug's excess saliva down across Jason's hard, ripped midsection. Jason's six-pack, now covered with the slimy spit, glistened under the bathroom's fluorescent light beams. The hard muscles bulged and flexed, as Jason's breathing grew more rapid with his mounting excitement. It was almost too much for Mike to endure. Here was this perfect body, this handsome stud whose muscles rippled with strength. Everything was in perfect proportion. Even the stud's voice was perfect-resonating with deep, confident tones each time he spoke, urging Mike to keep sucking his cock, playing with his tits, stroking his hot, inflamed body.
But now the three of them were precariously perched on the edge of the sexual volcano that they had so lovingly fueled with their lusty foreplay. It wouldn't be much longer for any of them. Their breathing got heavier, steady streams of sensations surged and soared from their over-stimulated cockheads. Mike's experienced mouth, and Jason's nearly incessant moaning, told Mike that Jason would soon be blasting him full of his hot sperm load. His mouth watered with anticipation. He redoubled his efforts, sucking with all the force he could muster. His jaws, forced so wide apart by the oversized girth and length of Jason's pounding cockrod, began to ache with a dull pleasure-pain.
"That cock's gonna blast off, buddy," moaned Jason, his hips still rhythmically thrusting and retreating as his man-sized rammer forced its way in and out of Mike's suctioning mouth. "My cock is getting hotter and hotter with every suck and stroke. Keep going, buddy, keep sucking me. You're gonna make me cream a gallon of stud cum. Yeah, keep sucking. Suck--suck it, Corps boy! Suck it!!"
Suddenly, Jason grabbed Mike's head, freezing it in place, and abruptly stopped pumping his hips. "Hold it right there, buddy," Jason hissed, his voice strained and almost inaudible. "Yeah, stop it! Right there! Don't let me cum yet. Yeah, take it nice and easy, slow it down a bit. Torture that hot cock, buddy. Yeah, make it hurt good. Yeah, torture me with that hot tongue now--just keep going, slow and easy, on that cock. It'll cum. Oh man, YEAH! God you're good, buddy." His voice trailed off as his hips and legs began to tremble with this new state of exquisite pleasure that he was forcing himself to endure. He wouldn't be able to control himself for much longer, though. Not at the rate his body was beginning to tremble and shake as his sexual breaking point inched nearer and nearer.
Then the intense, thrilling sensations changed again, shifting to still a higher gear. The surging pleasure pouring through his hard jock body intensified, but somehow Jason managed to hold back the floodgates of passion. It was a shaky truce at best, but he was determined to milk this orgasm for all it was worth.
But Mike's mouth was unwilling to wait any longer. His hot, flickering tongue twirled around and around the massive, helmet-shaped cockhead that now hovered just inside his mouth. He fluttered his tongue back and forth across the most sensitive spot on any man's prick, the frenulum, that small area just along the corona on the underside of the penis where the skin disappears into the cockhole. This trick had the desired effect on Jason. He convulsed in a sexual spasm and gave a muted cry of surprise and renewed excitement. By now, his upper torso was shaking almost uncontrollably with pent-up passion as his climax built to a feverish pitch. His blood raced hot with desire as his entire nervous system crackled to an electrifying, ball- busting orgasm.
Doug recognized the telltale signs of Jason's approaching orgasm, too, and he reached down to lightly grasp and stroke his lover's super- taut ballsack. The oversized cum makers were drawn up tight and close to Jason's hot, perspiring body, more than ready to pump out their precious cargo of hot male joy juice. He raked his fingernails gently across the taut scrotum, teasing and tantalizing, pushing and prodding, gently yet firmly, to boost Jason's libido off the charts. His mouth nibbled again on the left tit while his other hand twisted and tugged at Jason's right tit. Then he gave a quick, vicious yank, and bit firmly down on the engorged nipple in his mouth. Jason yelped in surprise and shock and his cock jerked and throbbed in excited response, thrusting once more deeply down Mike's hungry throat.
The cum began to well up from deep inside Jason's loins. He had the sensation of hot lava pouring out of his overheated nuts and filling the tube on the underside of his cock, poised at the base of his steaming, pounding prick, waiting that one final millisecond before it could rocket out of that meaty cockshaft. The pleasure-pain was now unbearable. His nuts were ready to crack wide open. His moans became one long, drawn out lusty groan as he lurched backward, then plunged forward as far as he could thrust his tight collegiate jock hips.
"Aw shit! Oh fuck! Oh yeah! That's it, man! Oh yeah, I'm there, guys. Oh yeah...don't hold back...oh do it. DO IT! Do it to me, suck me, guys. Oh yeah! Don't hold back...suck me! Oh fuck yeah--YEAH!" Jason's head snapped back and forth as he tried in vain to pump his hips, but Mike and Doug held his body as still as they could, forcing Jason to wait even longer for his sexual fulfillment. The sensations racking through Jason were overpowering. Now, just the warmth and wetness of Mike's mouth at rest sent him still higher and higher. One fierce jolt of sensations after another roared through his body in a tremendous sexual crescendo. His shaking got more violent and he gasped aloud with pleasure.
"Fuck it! Yeah! That's it, you got it, buddy. SUCK MY COCK! PLEASE! Let me go-I gotta get off! PLEASE!"
Mike started to slowly, maddeningly move his head back and forth on Jason's now exploding cockrod. Doug continued to torture Jason's heavy man-tits. Jason soared into the sexual stratosphere with the sensations flooding through him completely unchecked. He closed his eyes and his quaking body shook. He felt cum erupting from every pore in his body. His hips shook visibly with the first massive, powerful contraction from his groin. He nearly shouted with lust.
"Unnggghhh! Unggggghhh! Aaaahhhh! Ohhhh fuck! FUCK!" He groaned aloud with each strong, scalding shot that exploded up the tube of his pounding manmeat. His cockhead erupted into Mike's hungry mouth, spewing forth a white-hot load of frothy, foaming mancum that had been brewing and boiling for more than three days in his man-sized gonads. Each spasm pumped out another huge load of cum, each one thicker and creamier than the last. Soon, Mike's aching jaws and overworked throat couldn't contain the heavy man blasts and he reluctantly pulled off the still spurting mancock to avoid being choked. As he did, two more shots burst free of the pouting piss slit, splattering noisily across his face, just missing his right eye.
Not wanting to waste any more of the hot manseed, Mike quickly moved his tongue to the squirting cockhole and held it there as the hot, manly jism filled his mouth yet again. The stiff rod, angled slightly upward and bulging with its crisscrossed blue veins, continued to spurt and squirt its hot cum load in a continuous flood. As the salty sweet taste of the juicy jock jism filled and overflowed his hot mouth, Mike went over the top, too.
His left hand had been busily stroking his own steel hard cock rod while he had been working over Jason's hot cock and body and his own balls were aching with the same level of intense pleasure pain that he knew his buddies must be experiencing. Just the excitement of working on these two hot swim studs had been enough to take him quickly to the orgasmic precipice, but Jason's absolutely incredible explosion of creamy collegiate cum across his face had been the final straw. He couldn't resist any longer, no matter how much he wanted to keep on pleasure-torturing himself by holding back his orgasm.
His body tensed, his fist pumped once more downward, toward his groin, then his cock exploded with jet after jet after jet of milky white teencum. It arced out in thick, creamy streams, splattering noisily against the freshly shaved legs of the two hot swim studs standing over him. His balls felt like they would be sucked into his guts as they strained to pump out their pent up stores of hot freshman cum. His head swam with the swirling ecstasy that overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes, breathed in the heavy, starchy smell of exploding mancum, and reveled in the surging sensations that were focused exclusively on the hard-pumping, pounding explosions that continued to fire from his eight-inch rammer.
It had to be one of the most incredibly satisfying orgasms he'd ever enjoyed and it wasn't over yet! His body continued to spasm uncontrollably as his prick jerked and throbbed a few more times. The cum now poured steadily out of his swollen cockhead, no longer shooting wildly as before. But nonetheless, it still oozed non-stop, thick and creamy, slowly dripping and dribbling down the now sperm-slick shaft before striking and coating his squeezing fist and breaking free to spatter slowly like large, milky-white raindrops on the tile floor.
Doug had not remained idle during this highly exciting outpouring of manly spermsauce by his Aggie buddies. He, too had been working over his hot, college jock cock with long, drawn out strokes, his favorite rhythm for jacking off. Using his own saliva and the remaining globs from the hot tongue-licks Mike had given him along with the natural juices leaking from the sizable head of his swollen cock, he'd stroked himself closer to his own sexual nirvana. Seeing his two buddies spurting and squirting with abandon had overheated his own internal firebox. He'd just barely managed to hold off until Mike had finished showering their feet with his spermy offering. But now, he was ready to blow.
He gripped the shaft of his thick piece and pulled hard on it. He didn't think he'd ever been so horny in all his life. He didn't know what it was today that had gotten him so hot and bothered, but he knew this would be an orgasm he wouldn't forget for a long, long time!
Jason reached over to rub and caress Doug's smooth, hard chest, pausing with each stroke to tweak and tug at the hard nipples that capped the sinewy chest, just as Doug had done for him earlier. Doug continued sliding his hand slowly and methodically up and down, up and down along his thick, oversized cockshaft. The sensations were building quickly. His balls weren't pulling up as tightly as those of Jason and Mike when they got close to cumming, but they were overflowing with their manly load of jock cum all the same. Doug knew he would shoot a huge wad, as he always did. He just hoped Mike was ready for it!
Mike, still flushed and overcome from his mind-blowing orgasm, stared in wondrous worship at Doug's hardened prick. He watched as his buddy's thick cockmeat pulsed and throbbed in his stroking hand, seemingly growing bigger and bigger with each pump. The athlete's thick, hard cock swelled and strained. Mike started to move toward it, to take it in his sperm-flavored mouth, but Jason beat him to the punch.
Without warning, Jason dropped to his knees beside Mike and good- naturedly pushed the sperm-covered cadet aside. "Don't worry, I'll let you have sloppy seconds," said Jason, laughing at Mike's startled expression. "But I just gotta get this first load for myself." And with that, he turned quickly back to his lover and his nearly exploding cock. He quickly reached up and pushed Doug's hand away, replacing it with his own, using his other hand to cup and fondle the silky, semi- taut nutsack with its precious cargo of jock cum. He wasted no time in swallowing half of the thick prick in one big gulp, massaging the hard shaft with his well-practiced throat. Doug groaned in appreciation.
"Oh yeah, stud-man, that's it! Oh man is that hot mouth feeling good on my hot cock." More gasps of pleasure escaped from the young athlete's mouth as he felt Jason's warm tongue lick and caress the head of his aching cock. That hot, wet tongue slurped and licked over the thick head of Doug's roaringly hard prick and worked its way inside the generous foreskin that capped the purplish head. Jason steadied his sucking by closing his hand tightly around the base of Doug's hairless cock. The slick cock kept pumping down his throat, inch after inch of tumescent tubesteak, each inch thicker and thicker as he neared the cockbase.
"That feels so fucking hot, Jase! Oh buddy...yeah, you know what I like, stud," moaned Doug as he ran his hands across Jason's bobbing head with its distinctive flattop of short black hair.
The hard, vein-covered prick was pounding and pulsing with blood. It strained at the skin it was so hard. Jason could feel the veins pulsing and pumping as he kept up his deep-throating of his lover's hot cock.
"Suck it. Suck me harder. Suck that cock. Make me feel good, buddy. Yeah, that's it. Suck that cum out, buddy!"
Recovered from his own ball-busting orgasm and not willing to be left out of this hot cock play, Mike rose to his feet and moved behind Doug. He reached around the hot jock's body and grasped the twin mountains of muscle that were Doug's well-developed pecs. His fingers found the hardened tit nubs and he methodically tweaked and twirled them as he pressed his own body tightly against his friend's sweaty backside. Doug moaned with delight at this extra sensation as Mike's moderately hairy chest and still half-hard cock brushed erotically against his smooth, rippling back and taut, shiny buttocks.
The hot and hard young muscled bodies rubbed together, with Doug shoving his dick into Jason's willing hot mouth as Mike continued his slippery full-body massage. Their taut bodies were liberally lubricated by their own sweat and Jason's starchy, slimy mancum that still clung in streaky clumps to Mike's body. Doug thrust his hips forward, moving his hard butt away from Mike but shoving his wrist- thick prick further down Jason's willing throat. His nuts swung in the air, swinging enticingly. Jason's mouth moved steadily over the bulging cockhead while his hands stroked and caressed the thickly muscled thighs.
Somehow he forced the cock all the way into his straining gullet until he found his nose buried in the vein-entwined base, his tongue struggling to explore the freshly shaved crotch. The cock seem to grow longer and thicker still. Jason pulled back, gasping for air, and the thick penis popped free, snapping loudly against the flat of Doug's stomach. It stood there, angled away from the tight swimmer's body like a fleshy monument. Jason stared at in loving admiration. Then his lips moved again over the rigid, distended organ, his tongue flickering and teasing all the way from the flaring tip to the immense root.
Mike kept pressing and rubbing his crotch and chest against Doug's muscular back, adding to the skyrocketing sensations that were already surging through his blonde buddy's body thanks to the thorough cock massaging Jason was providing. Jason grabbed the throbbing penis and again placed his mouth over the tautly swollen head of the young stud's organ. He pressed down again until more than half the knobby head was inside his tightly stretched lips. At the same time, he brought one hand up to fondle Doug's massive gonads. Doug moaned with pleasure, obviously loving to have someone playing with his balls.
He acted as if he were in heaven, moving his penis up and down between Jason's taut lips repeatedly. "Oh guys, oh shit. That's so good--keep sucking that cock, Jase. You give such good head. I'm gonna bust my load, guys. I've gotta shoot my wad. Can't hold back. Mmmmm..oh man.."
Mike's hands stroked harder and harder across Doug's eraser-hard nipples, then moved one hand down to caress and squeeze the shiny butt cheeks that were rhythmically contracting and releasing as Doug moved his crotch back and forth into Jason's face. Mike slipped his middle finger down along the silky smooth crack of Doug's bubblebutt until he found the hot, moist hole he was searching for. He reached into probe deeper. It felt hot, the opening studded with blonde bristles that hadn't been completely shaved away earlier that night. His finger pushed past the blonde fuzz into the secret male cleft, now pulsing with excitement. He pushed harder, wriggling his fingertip deeper, working it in little by little. Suddenly, the hot portal that had been squeezed so tightly popped open and his finger slid completely in up to his palm.
Doug began squirming and rotating his buttocks, moving them in a tight circle, pressing back against the probing digit that was now digging deep into his hot hole. He flexed his ass muscles so tightly Mike felt like his finger would snap in two. Oblivious to the additional stimulation his lover was receiving in the rear, Jason kept sucking hungrily on his stiff prick as he tugged on and stroked the silky ballsack again and again.
"Suck me you fucker!" Doug nearly shouted as his orgasm surged closer and closer. "Suck my fucking cock! Fuck that finger up my butt, Mike. Aw shit! I'm gonna flood you with my cum, Jase. I'm gonna drown you with my hot load. Suck me, stud...fuck that ass with those fingers, Mike. Come on. Oh yeah--that's it, guys! Do it. Yeah, harder, Mike-punch that ass!"
Mike pulled back just enough to allow a second finger to join his first, then he quickly thrust both of them back up the hot ass channel as hard as he could. He probed around, jabbing his fingers harder and higher, searching for the sensitive joy button he knew would trigger Doug's ball-busting climax. His search didn't go unrewarded. As he punched his fingers one more hard stroke up that hot, jock ass, he heard Doug cry out in ecstasy as his long-delayed orgasm reached its peak.
"Fuck! Oh man, oh shit---oh fuck! FUCK! Yeah! Gonna bust my nuts, buddy! Oh yeah, here it comes. Oh shit. Yeah--SHIT. Aw, FUCK!!!"
Jason quickly pulled back and off the beer-can sized cock and squeezed it with his right hand while his left continued to tease and torment Doug's swollen testicles. Suddenly, the overworked prick spurted, cum bursting from the tip onto Jason's face, over his lips, into his half-open mouth. Jason lapped up a large streamer of steamy cum that lashed across his lips, loving the nutty, starchy flavored hot cream that kept pumping and shooting from the fleshy cannon he kept a tight grip on. More streamers of hot, acrid cum squirted and spurted, showering his face with white tracers of thick, gooey jock jism. His left hand reached back below Doug's spasming cock and cum-pumping scrotum to find the inner cum-tube just beyond the sack and in front of his buddy's asshole. He firmly pushed and prodded on the tube, forcing more moans of pleasure from Doug and forcing more rocket shots of cum to spurt and leap from the pouting cockhead. He was determined to milk his lover dry!
Mike meanwhile kept shoving his two fingers in and out of Doug's tight, clenching asshole as rapidly as possible. Each inward punch was marked by Doug's corresponding cries of pleasure.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Oh fuck, guys! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit!"
The collegiate cum kept pouring out of Doug's thick shaft like a fountain that might never stop squirting out its heavy, hot load. It poured over Jason's face, into his dark hair, running down over his cheeks and onto his chin. He was soon literally smothered in hot, dripping semen. It was absolutely wonderful! As if starved for sperm, he hungrily licked up every drop he could find, laving the shaft, the head, even the big low-slung balls until he had it all.
Doug's head swam with the overwhelming sensations that roared through his body. Overcome with the intensity of his orgasm, he nearly collapsed in Mike's arms. His body shook with the spasming aftershocks that follow such incredible climaxes. The rivers of cum that had shot so forcefully were now reduced to a thick, sticky oozing that Jason expertly forced out of his overworked urethra by slowly but repeatedly sliding his hand from the base of the cock to the head. As additional drops of the hot mancum pushed their way past the pouting cocklips, he quickly slurped them down with abandon.
As Doug continued to slowly slide from his orgasmic pinnacle, his legs slowly gave way as his body relaxed more and more. Mike was able to pull his jabbing fingers free of Doug's clenching asshole and he quickly grabbed Doug under his armpits and, with Jason's assistance, slowly lowered him to the sperm-slick tile floor. Jason reluctantly relinquished his hold on Doug's well-drained nuts and slowly deflating dick.
"That was awesome, buddy," said Jason softly. "I've never seen you shoot like that since we were sixteen. That was some kind of load."
Doug grinned wearily at his long-time lover. "What'd you expect, with two of you working me over like some kind of fucking love machine?" Then he turned and gripped Mike's arm, pulling him around so he stood between him and Jason. "And of course, with a hot little Corps boy like this around, shit, we couldn't miss, could we?" he asked with a laugh.
"Yeah, you're right, buddy. I think Mike did just fine. But you know, we still haven't given him that interview for the Batt that he wants. Guess that means he'll have to come back over here again tomorrow night," said Jason with a snicker. "You want to do this again, Mike, or do you have enough for your story already?"
Mike smiled at the two hot studs sitting below him, streaked with dried cum. He knew he wasn't dreaming for sure now, but he still couldn't believe his luck at having scored with two of the hottest, sexiest guys he'd ever seen. He knew he wasn't a hot collegiate swimming champ like Doug and Jason, but they didn't seem to care about that. If they wanted him back, shit yeah, he'd be there-anytime, anyplace!
"Fuck the newspaper story, guys," said Mike. "If you'll have me, I'll come back anytime you want!"
Just then Mike was startled from his dream-like recollection as his buddy, Ron, slowly sat up in bed, the covers falling from his beautiful chest and shoulders. "Morning, hot shot," whispered Ron. "Looks like you have another hardon. And don't deny it, because I can see it poking up into the bedspread!" He laughed at Mike's unsuccessful attempt to rearrange the covers to hide his now completely hard erection. "I think it's time you paid off our little wager from last night, don't you?" He flashed his perfect teeth to Mike in an ear-to-ear grin. Mike squirmed and feebly protested, not sure he really knew what it would take to pay off their wager by being Ron's sex slave for the day. But inwardly, his mind raced and his pulse quickened as lurid visions flashed before him as to what kind of sexual games Ron might want to engage in. He didn't move as Ron began pulling the covers down to the foot of the bed, revealing two sizable, succulent hardons that were just begging for attention.
(To be continued)