This is another chapter in the life of Texas A&M University Corps of Cadet's freshman Mike Johnson. All of my stories are based on my real-life incidents and people I know or have known at A&M as a member of the Corps of Cadets. However, names and dates 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. If you like it, I'll gladly keep writing more chapters. Check out "The Camp Cocksucker" on Nifty for a "prequel" to "Cadet Sex." Thanks! Thumper/Houston TX
Cadet Sex: Ch. 4 Ron's Sex Slave By Thumper
Ron reached down to the foot of the bed. Mike didn't move. Ron pushed the cotton sheet and down comforter the final few inches it took to send them tumbling in a heap onto the carpeted floor. He paused, stretching his magnificent, muscled frame to shake off the last vestiges of sleep and then turned back toward Mike, still prone and unmoving. At least, most of his body wasn't moving. But the one part of his body that WAS moving certainly caught Ron's attention!
"Looks like you're ready for another round, huh stud-buddy?" asked Ron with a leering grin. "Guess those balls of yours weren't so drained last night after all."
"Oh they were drained alright," said Mike, laughing. "And so were yours. I don't think I've ever seen so much cum flying around this room since---" he suddenly stopped in mid-sentence, realizing what he was admitting to.
"Since you shot off all over your PC, right?" said Ron, finishing the sentence for him with a chuckle.
"No, asshole! That's the first time I've ever done anything like that with a PC! At least, as far as shooting off on it and all. Those stories get me really hot, but not as hot as I get from playing around with other guys."
"I see," said Ron, nodding, feigning a hurt look. "So you've had sex with other guys in here before, huh? Hosted a few circle jerks, traded some hot loads with some hot high school stud-buddies of yours, huh? Or maybe you've had some other Corps buddies of yours down here for some Houston hospitality before inviting me home. Is that it?"
Mike blushed furiously, turning as red as the poster of the cardinal mascot from his high school that was hanging on the wall over his bed. "Not hardly," mumbled Mike, embarrassed that Ron had so accurately guessed some of his past, thanks to his verbal slip-up. "It's not what you think, Ron. Really."
"Shit, man, I don't care who you've jerked off in here, buddy. None of my business if you've been cracking your rocks off with 50 guys or 500. I just wish I'd been here for some of those hot stud-buddy sessions."
Mike blushed again at Ron's good-natured accusations. Ron smiled menacingly, knowing he'd hit a sensitive chord with his friend. He wanted to play it to the hilt. "But since I wasn't, and since you lost the bet last night and I'm the 'Stud of the Day,' I guess you'll have to be my sex slave for the day and do whatever I tell you to do. Maybe that can make up for lost time, huh? What do you say, big boy?" With this last question, Ron reached out his strong right arm, grasping Mike's hard, up thrust cock with his fist, waving it back and forth like an oversized track baton to emphasize his point.
Mike sucked in his breath. Mmmmmm! He loved the way Ron's warm hand felt, wrapped around his pounding prick. Firmly squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, forcing more blood to surge and pump to the shiny helmet-head as it slipped in and out of the generous foreskin that covered it. A large drop of clear precum quickly popped out of the enlarged piss slit. Ron ceased moving the cock but kept gently squeezing the eight-inch rod, hoping to pump more slick lubricant out of the thick cockhead. Mike sighed audibly, excited by this early-morning cock-play.
He glanced at Ron's crotch, noting how his buddy's oversized rammer had stiffened into its full eight-and-a-half inches of pulsing manhood, pointing proudly up at the ceiling at a lewd angle. Mike sighed again as he recalled how beautiful that cock had looked last night as it discharged its multiple cannon shots of hot collegiate cum in long, ropy streams of cock cream across the bed. Just thinking about that extremely satisfying episode sent a sudden wave of sensations coursing through his veins, igniting lust throughout his firm, muscled frame. Overcome with lust, he lunged playfully at his buddy. He grabbed him by the shoulders and wrestled him down onto the sheets beside him, just inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating from Ron's body. Excited, he sat up, hovering over the completely nude body of his best buddy. He allowed his eyes to drink in the beautiful contours and sinewy, corded musculature that was so proudly displayed before him. What a fucking beauty Ron was! He couldn't get over his luck at having such a hot, hard stud like him to play around with.
Mike had been lucky most of his life when it came to male-to-male sex. Heck, since his earliest recollections as a young boy who was able to distinguish guys from girls, he'd always known he'd preferred men over women. Every chance he got, he checked out guys and how they looked, with or without their clothes on. At the local YMCA where he spent most of his pre-high school days, in junior and senior high school gym and band classes, at swimming parties-everywhere he went, especially now in college, he carefully cruised other guys. Some of the time, he was overjoyed to notice the guys he cruised would openly cruise back, boldly displaying their hot male bodies for him to get a better look. And some of these guys ended up doing more than simply displaying their hot cocks and balls.
He'd enjoyed lots of quick, but very satisfying, sexual encounters with many of them. The scary thing was that they'd gotten their rocks off in some places where they took incredibly stupid risks of being caught red-handed. Looking back on some of the incidents years later, Mike had to marvel that he'd never been nailed by some YMCA or church camp counselors, gym coaches or irate parents who would have been convinced he was corrupting himself and his cock-buddies with lewd and lustful behavior.
Yes, he'd been fortunate over the years. But sex with other guys had just seemed to be readily available to him. Or maybe he was just more forward than most guys over the years. Whatever the reasons-blind luck or skillfulness at avoiding exposure-or a combination of both-he'd managed to get to college with a great deal of experience when it came to finding ways to relieve his ever-raging teenage libido. And finding Ron was just another stroke of luck in that direction.
"You are so fucking beautiful," said Mike as his right hand slowly traced across Ron's hardened slabs of pectoral muscles. He paused at one of the brown male nipples that capped the oversized, powerful chest of his buddy and gently squeezed the already-hardening tip. Ron sucked in a quick breath in response. Mike continued to rhythmically squeeze the now rock-hard tit as he slowly moved his other hand to repeat the action on Ron's other hard nipple. Ron's chest began to rise and fall with quick intakes of air as he responded to Mike's nipple massages.
"Oh fuck, Mike, that feels so hot, so good," moaned Ron, his tanned body trembling in excited response to Mike's tit-play. He reached toward Mike with his right hand, brushing his long, slender fingers across his friend's light dusting of dark chest hair in a caressing motion that sent similar tremors of excitement surging through Mike's body. Mike's prick lurched and throbbed, quickly filling with blood. He glanced down at Ron's crotch and was surprised to see that his buddy's cock was already at full staff! All eight and a half inches were pounding and pulsing, threatening to split the hot, slick skin that covered his up-thrusting hardon that hovered over his well-formed abs, jerking with every heartbeat.
The large, pouting cocklips were already oozing big drops of clear, sticky precum. Ron's man-sized ovals rested comfortably (for now) in their large, wrinkled sack that hung down to the mattress beneath him. Mike reached down and gently hefted the heavy cum makers with his fingertips, lightly tapping on the underside of the sensitive skin that covered them, drawing more moans of appreciation from his college buddy. The lemon-sized orbs churned and rolled as they were stimulated by the finger taps, building up fresh wads of starchy, collegiate semen. The hard cockrod surged again and again. The throbbing cockhead swelled, pounding and pushing upward with each heartbeat. Mike's mouth watered in anticipation. He reached down to his own crotch where his oversized rammer was now throbbing with equal intensity. He gave it a few rough tugs, and then reached lower to fondle his low-hanging cream makers. His cock swelled and arched even higher than before. It angled straight up from his crotch about 45 degrees, pointing like a phallic compass directly at the ceiling fan over his bed. A large bead of precum popped out of his piss slit and hung there, growing slowly as his excitement continued to build.
"Man, what a beautiful cock you have," Ron said, reaching over to replace his buddy's caressing fingers with his own. "When I first saw it all hard and dripping precum last night, I could hardly believe the size of it. And seeing it again like this, hard and getting slimy with juice.wow, what can I say? I'm never gonna get enough of this big cock of yours! I love the way that skin moves along the shaft and head, too."
As if to emphasize this last remark, Ron slid his fist up and down Mike's iron-hard prick, running his fingers freely over the vein- entwined stalk of the magnificent manmeat that throbbed and weaved just inches from his body. His jacking motion slid the generous foreskin up over the crown of Mike's cock, covering the slit and drops of precum. As his hand retreated down the shaft, the large cockhead was again uncovered, but now shone with the clear, oily sheen created by the smeared precum juices that continued to leak profusely from the enlarged slit. Mike closed his eyes in ecstasy, immensely enjoying the slowly masturbating hand motions of his stud buddy.
Mike was soaring into the sexual stratosphere again. He was getting more excited than he had ever been in his life. What he had felt last night seemed to pale in comparison to what he was now encountering as his buddy continued to slowly jack his steel-hard rammer up and down, covering and uncovering his sensitive cockhead and glans. Ron's other hand was now pulling and tugging on Mike's swollen gonads, which further accelerated the hot-blooded excitement that surged through his body.
Ron's steady grip felt like his fingertips were ringed with fire, so hot had Mike's cock become, thanks to Ron's steadily pumping and stroking hands. Before he knew it, Mike felt another hot, wet sensation that enveloped his cock in one motion. His eyes flew open just in time to see Ron's tongue lovingly washing around his cock, then Ron's suctioning mouth closing down on the first five inches of his cock. Mike yelped in surprise at this new, pleasurable sensation. The slippery wetness of Ron's mouth, combined with a vacuum-like action, threw Mike into a still higher level of excitement. Ron relaxed his sucking mouth and lips just a moment, letting the throbbing prick slip from his lips until only the foreskin-covered head was still enclosed. Then slowly, slowly he ran his tongue up and under the foreskin, digging deep with his tongue, probing and licking against the underside of the cock. He tasted the sweet, tangy scent of saliva and sperm that hadn't been completely wiped off of the cock following last night's tremendous jerk off session the boys had shared.
Mike moaned and trembled with excitement. "Oh man, that is so fucking hot! Man, you know just how to suck a guy's cock, buddy. Shit, what a hot fucking mouth! Oh yeah! Work that tongue around that foreskin, buddy. Wet that hot cock down, you fucker."
Ron redoubled his efforts, then slid the palms of his hands beneath Mike's writhing butt, thrilled to feel a light dusting of hair across the muscular ass. He pushed Mike's ass forward, shoving more of the pounding prick into his hot throat, then allowed the cock to ease back until again, just the hot, raging knob was held captive by his suctioning lips and swirling tongue. In, out-in, out.again and again, back and forth, sucking away and swallowing all the salty-sweet droplets of precum that Mike's balls continued to manufacture and pump out in response to the expert milking his cock was receiving.
Mike groaned again. Never before had he felt such hot, feverish sensations as were now shooting through his taut torso. In all his previous encounters with other guys from high school he'd rarely enjoyed such expert cocksucking. Sure, some of the guys had been pretty good at it, considering that for most of them it had been their first attempts at sucking dick. But this-this was something special! Few of his other collegiate sex buddies to date could match Ron in cocksucking technique. This was a five-star blowjob, and it wasn't over yet!
But while Mike was reveling in the incredible sensations that were pumping through him, he felt a new, different sensation take hold. Ron's fingers were gripping his asscheeks and pulling them apart, gently, yet firmly. As Mike rocked forward one more time, driving his cock into Ron's wet, sucking cavern of a mouth, Ron's right hand slid from his left butt cheek and Mike felt a finger probing for his exposed asshole. As he rocked back, the finger pushed itself past the slightly hairy portal and into Mike's hot, moist ass tunnel. Mike ceased his rocking motion to allow Ron's probing finger to push its way further up into his tight hole. He didn't have to wait long. Ron redoubled his effort, forcing his long, slender middle finger all the way up Mike's chute as far as it could go. He wiggled his finger back and forth inside the steamy confines of Mike's tight ass, eliciting more pleasurable moans from his Corps buddy.
"Oh fuck yeah, Ron, that's hot," moaned Mike as he again closed his eyes, soaking in the wildly thrilling sensations that were triggered by Ron's internal massage of his asshole. His prick, now completely free of Ron's sucking mouth, throbbed tautly in the air, shining with its generous saliva coating. Ron's finger continued to poke and prod until suddenly Mike uttered a quick gasp as the straining digit punched firmly against his prostate. His prick surged and lurched upward in response. Another large drop of oily precum quickly emerged from the piss slit, glistening and growing steadily as Ron's prostate prodding continued. Soon, a steady stream of the sticky nectar was flowing freely from the crown of the cock. It clung tenaciously inside the bulging rim of the retracted foreskin in a small pool before the collective volume of the liquid gave in to gravity and slowly broke free, dripping down to the bedsheets in a thin, silvery stream.
Ron's finger kept up its relentless probing, turning in a slow, lazy circle inside Mike's ass, exploring each fold and crease. Mike squirmed around, silently and instinctively inviting the finger to further exploration. His ass muscles tightened and contracted rhythmically, squeezing Ron's finger in a tight grip. Ron's heartbeat raced into high gear as he realized what this meant: Mike was ready for more than a finger up his tight hole! Ron knew that if he played his cards right and didn't force Mike into anything too quickly, he had hours and hours of hot fucking to look forward to with this hot freshmen buddy of his. He knew Mike would soon be begging for more hot ass play, and he knew, too, that his big cock would be more than ready to answer the call!
As if in unspoken response to his thoughts, Ron's cock twitched and strained as if it were trying to add another inch or two to its already formidable eight and a half inch length and thick girth. His cock, too, had been leaking precum like a leaky faucet in tribute to the pleasure he had been receiving from sucking Mike's cock and working over his hot, collegiate ass. Servicing hot studs like Mike had always turned Ron on. Sometimes, Ron managed to cum with just one or two strokes of his rockhard cock after he'd spent a half hour or so sucking off some hot buddy of his. But this time, he didn't want to waste his hot load of semen on the bedsheets with a quick hand job, no matter how pleasurable it might feel. This time, he was sure he could do better than that. This time, he was going to bury his big cock hard and deep up this buddy's hot hole!
He thought about sticking another finger or two up Mike's butt to get him really stretched and ready for his oversized rod. But then he decided to wait. After all, what was the rush? Mike's parents and grandparents had left the house earlier that morning to go to Galveston and wouldn't be back until after 6 or 7 that evening. The boys had the house to themselves, and Ron planned to use most of that time seeing how well his buddy could ride his big horse cock! He knew from the way Mike was squirming and rotating his hot ass on his hand that Mike could be his fuck-buddy without much training.
He pulled his finger out of Mike's spasming ass, much to Mike's dismay. Everything had seemed to be going so well. What was wrong? Why did he stop with that great ass massage?
Ron smiled at his buddy as he sat up on the bed. "Don't worry, stud- bucket," said Ron reassuringly. "I just want to try a different position. Why don't you get on your hands and knees and turn around for me?"
Relieved to hear the fun was just beginning, Mike quickly spun around and got on all fours, his tight, rounded ass sticking directly out behind him. Ron reached over to the night stand to retrieve a bottle of Elbow Grease gel and one of the terrycloth bath towels they had used last night to catch the cum sprays from their jerk off contest. Then, he turned back to Mike's upturned ass. For a few seconds, he just stared at the hot sight before him. Here was a hot and horny 18-year- old Aggie Corps member, up on all fours, his ass pushed backward and his iron hard erection sticking straight out, nearly parallel to his stomach.
Ron knelt behind him and soon had his face eagerly buried in the wide crack of the dark-haired youth's quivering butt. He dug in deep with his long, piercing tongue, rolling and twisting it inside the tight, sweet confines of Mike's rosy butt hole. "I've got total control of this guy now," thought Ron. "I have him right where I want him-he'll do whatever I want or say now. He wants me so badly that I can have my way with him. And not just today, but every day from now on, I'll bet." Ron nearly sighed aloud at the thought of what hot sexual pleasures were ahead for the two of them if he worked it right.
He was right about Mike. The guy was nearly out of his mind with lust as he wriggled and twisted while Ron ate out his ass. The pleasures were almost more than he could stand. He had to bury his face in his pillow to keep from crying out in an ecstatic frenzy as the hot tongue probed and dug at his sensitive asshole. He wanted it to go on forever. He didn't want it to stop. Not ever. He'd do anything Ron wanted, just don't stop the pleasurable sensations that kept shooting through his ass, rocketing through his groin and electrifying every nerve in his body.
"Yeah, Ron, eat out that ass, baby," moaned Mike. "Eat out that hot ass. Use that hot fucking tongue, stud. Yeah, get in there; work that hot ass, man. Ohhhh yeahhhh! I need that ass rimmed. Oh yeah, do me, babe. Keep it up. Work that hot hole. Fucking hot stud---do me some more. Oh yeah."
Ron left off his ass play just long enough to smile broadly and respond quickly to Mike's commands. "Don't worry, hot stuff. I'm gonna work this ass over but good. Getting it ready for some really hot action, stud-bud. Gonna fill you up with some hot Aggie Marine cadet cock! Think you can handle that??!"
Mike trembled with excitement at the thought of taking Ron's oversized cadet cock up his tight hole. He'd been fucked before, but not by a cock as long and thick as Ron's. He wasn't sure if he could take such a beautiful piece of meat that easily, but he was willing to try! He wiggled his ass around in a tight circle as if in affirmative answer to Ron's challenge.
Meanwhile, Ron was busily squeezing out some lube onto Mike's steaming asshole and using three fingers to push globs of it up into the musky portal. He knew his cock was bigger than most and he certainly didn't want to hurt his friend. He wanted to make sure that portal to paradise was well lubricated and stretched before he moved his stiff prick into position. He squeezed out more lube onto his extremely hard cock and began making corkscrew motions with his left hand as he spread the slick substance around and around the beautifully formed shaft. He paid particular attention to the sensitive underside of his cock, stroking a bit to tease himself. The corkscrewing sensations sent shockwaves of passion rushing through his cock, almost enough to tempt him to keep on stroking himself to a rip-roaring orgasm as he'd done last night in their very hot mutual masturbation contest. With a superhuman effort at self-control, and knowing what terrific pleasures he could gain from butt-fucking this hot cadet, his best buddy, Ron pried his lube-covered hand away from his soaring, throbbing erection.
He then moved up to within inches of Mike's upturned ass and positioned his pounding, leaking prick at the slightly hairy opening that he just knew would soon give him so much satisfaction. His first thought was just to ram his oversized cock home in one hard thrust, but he again forced himself to hold back. He didn't want to hurt his friend and he really wasn't sure how experienced Mike was with anal sex anyway. Despite the hot, rushing waves of excitement pouring through his body, Ron hesitated, probing gently with his mushroom-capped rod at the well- lubricated opening to Mike's love tunnel. Ever so slowly, Ron eased forward, inserting little more than the first inch, then slowly, carefully, another, and finally, a third inch of his steel-hard man meat into the hot, welcoming hole.
Soon, though, he realized his extra precautions weren't needed as he felt the wonderfully snug and warm tunnel muscles flexing and pulling on his throbbing rod. Joyfully, he realized his buddy was more than ready for his randy rod. Deeper and deeper he slid, moving slowly, yet relentlessly, forward, his cock reaching further and deeper into that hot, snug, velvety tunnel.
Man, how hot can one guy's ass be! How fucking, unbelievably wonderful! Ron's senses whirled with the incredible feelings surging from his tightly, lovingly encased rod. Finally, he was fully in, with his hips pressing firmly against the upturned ass of his buddy. Only then did he pause, not moving in or out, just holding his cock inside, letting Mike get completely used to the oversized dimensions of his collegiate cock. He looked at his buddy's face, wanting to reassure himself that he was okay with their coupling thus far.
Mike's eyes were closed. His muscled arms were grasping Ron's hardened shoulders and his legs were wrapped securely around his buddy, his heels digging into the smooth, tanned backside. He was uttering one continuous moan, almost like a cat purring, his head slowly rolling from side to side on the pillow that supported it. His happy whimpering confirmed for Ron that his buddy was enjoying this hot fuck as much as he was! But still, he held tight, not moving his hips, keeping his hard cock buried to the hilt up Mike's butt, teasing both of them with this delayed action, reveling in the waves of pleasure that wafted gently over both of them.
Then, Mike's hands moved down his shoulders and onto his massive chest, searching, caressing, exploring until they found what they wanted-Ron's two hardened nipples, rockhard and begging for attention. Mike grasped both of them, tweaking and tugging them with abandon. That was all it took to release Ron from his immobile state. Groaning with the super sensations now shooting from his tits, he pushed himself back and almost free of the tight, clinging ass. Just the oversized head remained hidden as the lube-slickened shaft gleamed in the morning light. Then, with one shove, Ron began the long ride to heaven, growling with animal lust and rapidly increasing the pace of his rhythmic thrusts and withdrawals.
He was almost out of control now, his lust and passion raging hotly through his body as he slammed his cock forward and then reared back, again and again, in and out of the eager, flexing love tunnel. In and out, in and out, back and forth, the tempo increasing faster and faster until his movements became a blur of hard, ass-pounding motion. He could feel Mike's grasping, stroking hands tugging and teasing on his hard nipples, rubbing and lightly slapping across his solid chest and sides, tracing the bulging veins along his neck. Each touch of his hands sent shivering waves of passion coursing through his already searing veins.
Then he felt a hand reaching further down, down to where their hot torsos were joined in mutual bliss, and he shuddered as he felt his balls being rolled and caressed, those large spheres of his drawing up tight and full in their silken sac. They jumped and bounced on Mike's teasing fingertips before the building pressure of his oncoming orgasm forced them to rise up high and tight against his body, preparing their precious cargo for an incredible ejaculation that was only minutes away.
Ron realized the exquisite pleasures he was enjoying as a result of Mike's constant stroking and massaging of his body would be equally welcome to his partner, so he paused momentarily in his frantic ass- pumping and pulled his dick out entirely. The glistening rod snapped rigidly to attention, pointing lewdly at the ceiling as Mike groaned with disappointment at the sudden void in his well-used asshole.
"What's wrong? Why'd you stop?" Mike asked, breathing heavily.
"Nothing's wrong, stud-bucket," said Ron. "Just let me pull you over here to the edge of the bed."
Suddenly it dawned on Mike what Ron had in mind, and he eagerly slid himself over to the side of the bed on his back, his legs dangling down to the floor, his own stiffened rod pointing straight up his body, his balls hanging loosely, almost to the sheets. They were covered with lube and rivulets of sweat from their heated sexual workout. Ron grabbed his ankles and pushed them into the air, then repositioned his cock right at the steamy opening that almost seemed to be drawing his cock in like a magnet to a steel bar. Ron released Mike's left foot just long enough to grasp his up thrust cock and force it down and back into his slick, juicy love tunnel. With one quick roll of his hips, he was once more buried to the balls inside Mike's freshman ass.
Mike gasped with pleasure as he felt the eight and a half inches of thick, wet mancock again plunging deep inside, filling and thrilling him beyond his wildest dreams. Sure, he'd taken cock up the butt before, but no one had filled him so completely since that super summer at church camp two years ago. But that was then, and this was now-and he was really turned on by the hot stud that was right now plowing his ass for all it was worth!
Encouraged and excited by Mike's eager response to their renewed coupling in this new position, Ron redoubled his efforts and increased the pace of his steady ass-pounding. Man, that hot ass was really something! He couldn't believe his friend's butt muscles could suction so tightly around his pounding prick, but with each forward plunge Mike would bear down with his sphincter and nearly squeeze his cock in half. As his dick retreated, the silky walls of that pleasure tunnel would slide against his over-stimulated cock shaft, giving him thrills he'd never known were possible with another guy.
He reached down to grasp his buddy's stiff prick that was poking up hard as a rock and leaking sticky rivers of precum all over Mike's tanned abdomen. He tugged at the roll of foreskin encasing the throbbing rod and pushed it down as far as he could, revealing the shiny, bullet-shaped head and the now-gaping piss slit that continued oozing its generous river of clear, oily precum. As he pulled his hand up again, the foreskin rolled across the broad head of the cock, smearing the slick clear fluid all over the reddened cockhead. Then down again with his fist, until once again the reddish-purple head was revealed to the light along with the glistening, veined shaft. Mike's head was again rolling back and forth against his pillow as he moaned and uttered nearly unintelligible phrases about the intense sensations shooting through his body thanks to the dual stimulation of getting his butt banged and his cock stroked off simultaneously.
The two of them were really getting into it now, perfectly matched in rhythm, Ron thrusting in, and Mike shoving his ass forward to meet each hard, pounding stroke, both of them moaning and groaning with the sensual thrills rippling through their hard-muscled bodies. The oversized head of Ron's cock was banging and rubbing relentlessly against Mike's now-throbbing prostate gland, sending wonderful, undulating waves of pleasure rocketing up from his crotch and exploding in hot bursts of passion throughout his body, but felt keenly deep in his groin. Mike's heart was pounding faster and faster as the hot waves of lust continued to rush through his veins like volcanic lava. His balls were aching with their sexual buildup, rolling and boiling in their silken sack, ready to spew out their spermy contents.
He didn't know how much more of this he could take, but he knew he wasn't ready to cum just yet. He wanted this to last as long as possible. But it was the age-old dilemma men always faced when enjoying a hot sexual encounter: the sex was so good he wanted to keep going as rapidly as possible to push himself over the top into a mind- blowing, ball-busting, cream-spurting orgasm. But because it was feeling so fucking good, he wanted to go slow-he wanted it to last forever! He didn't ever want to finish it by cumming! Such a delicious dilemma! Either way, his ass-pounding efforts would be rewarded royally. But which path to orgasm should he choose? Whatever the choice, he knew it had to be made fast or his body would choose for him. He balanced precariously on the edge of fulfillment. It would only take two or three more silken strokes of his long cock inside that hot ass before his nuts would erupt and spew out their heavy load.
But then, Mike's passionate plea made the decision for him.
"Oh Ron, ah shit.oh buddy, that's so fucking good, so good, but please, don't cum yet buddy," moaned Mike. "Stop right there. Don't move, or I'll bust my nuts for sure. That cock feels so fucking good, but I want this to last a little longer. Hold off for me, please buddy," Mike pleaded, his eyes glazed with hot lust, his body covered with a thin, fine sheen of sweat brought on by the exquisite exertions his body was undergoing.
Ron grudgingly granted his buddy's plea and halted his body pumping, easing his cock halfway out of Mike's ass before stopping. He straightened up, his prick still tightly gripped by Mike's well-trained (and well-used!) ass muscles. His body, too, glistened with sweat, some of which had collected in tiny rivulets along his neck and shoulders. Now, pulled by gravity when he straightened up, they began rolling slowly down across his large pecs and nail-hard nipples to his hard-muscled abs where they quickly picked up speed on the taut, hairless surface. One of the rivulets rolled into his thick, curly pubic bush where others soon joined it. Soon, his crotch hairs were matted with his sweet body sweat.
Ron glanced down at his crotch and smiled at the sight of his thick cock, buried halfway up his partner's butt, glistening with lube, sweat and ass-juice. "This is one hot fuck," he thought to himself. "And this is only the beginning. We've got at least another four years together here at A&M. And maybe after that, if we're both in the service, we'll run into each other again on a military base somewhere."
His cock twitched and throbbed involuntarily at the thought of the many more super-hot buddy-fuck sessions he and Mike could enjoy, just like this one, over the next four years. He knew it might be difficult to get together like this very often once they were back at college, but where there was a will, there would be a way! Of that, he was absolutely sure. Nothing would stop this college cadet from satisfying his cock-hungry urges, he silently swore to himself. Nothing!
Trying desperately to forestall the inevitable, body-wracking climax, Mike tried thinking about anything else except the hot rod buried halfway up his ass and the intense, almost unbearable sensations that continued to shoot through his body despite their temporary "truce." He reveled in the thought that this hot, macho cadet stud was reaming his ass out like there was no tomorrow. He was counting his lucky stars for having found such a hot fuck buddy to mess around with, one who obviously loved hot, man-to-man sex just as much as he did.
His other encounters at A&M had been satisfying, sure, but none of them matched up with the hot, sexy, sweaty stud that was laying it to him right now with such an insatiable appetite for butt fucking. The two had already shared a terrific, ball-blowing masturbation session just last night, sure. But this-this hot fuck session was really blowing his doors off. He'd seldom had a sex partner up to now that shared his unabashed love for no-holds-barred anal sex. Granted, he'd only lost his cherry ass two years before, so he had few other hot tops to compare with Ron. But his ass was tingling and pulsing almost uncontrollably now with the searing, satisfying heat generated by the massive, collegiate mancock that was repeatedly rumbling across his sensitive prostate each time Ron drove into the depths of his upturned ass.
Mike sighed in ecstasy. He closed his eyes, soaking in the sensational waves of pleasure that washed over him. He knew he wouldn't stop this time. This time, they had to finish what they'd started. His self- control was completely gone. He needed that final, fulfilling burst of an explosive orgasm to rush over him. He rolled his butt back and forth, trying to coax Ron to renew his slick, steady pounding of his hot, tight, upturned ass. Stimulated by the silky, rotating friction that was once again caressing his hard, buried cockroot, Ron groaned in exquisite agony. This was too much. He, too, realized the end was imminent now.
Both of them would soon be soaring into the sexual heavens, into another unbelievable, undeniably exciting orgasm. His hips soon re- established the animal-like humping motion that had carried him to the precipice of satisfaction. It wouldn't take much more of this. He could feel the long-delayed wads of manseed building and clotting together in the tubes of his swollen nuts. He speeded up his ass strokes, pounding firmly and rhythmically, his low-hanging testicles slapping obscenely against Mike's upturned ass with each frenzied stroke. The pleasure-pain he got from the hard slaps his swollen balls were undergoing only fed his eagerness to climax.
"Aw, fuck it! Can't stop it, buddy. Just---can't---stop---anymore---" moaned Ron, his body rigid, every muscle straining, focusing on one thing and one thing only-Mike's hot ass and the silky sucking sensation it was giving his overworked rod with each hard thrust and retreat. The enlarged veins on his bulging biceps stood out in relief from the smooth, tanned skin that covered them. His broad shoulders shone with the sweaty sheen that coated them. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he gasped for air. What a workout! His overheated body was covered with sweat from his exertions. Beads of moisture continued to roll down across his massive chest, forming small rivulets that cascaded down his hard, flat abdomen. Some droplets broke loose from his body, raining down gently on the feverish stud below him. Mike moaned as the sweaty shower splashed on him. It turned him on immensely to know his buddy was in such a hot state because of him.
He reached down and grasped Ron's hard, marbled thighs with both hands, trying vainly to force more of that hot mancock even deeper into his burning ass. His hands pulled and tugged at the smooth, tanned flesh, then moved higher to grasp both of Ron's asscheeks. Despite the continuous pounding motion of his buddy's hips, he managed to hang on to both hardened cheeks. Briefly, he considered trying to cram a finger or two up Ron's ass to further stimulate him, but then thought better of it. The sensations were too great now. He was losing control and losing it fast.
He released his buddy's ass and reached down to grasp his own hard, swollen rod that was now bouncing up and down on his own flat stomach with a nasty slapping sound matched each of Ron's downstrokes. He knew it wouldn't take more than a few quick strokes before his collegiate cum shot out of his overworked nuts. This orgasm would be another for the record books, that's for sure, he told himself, grinning wickedly. Suddenly, his hand was slapped away and quickly replaced with one of Ron's. Only Ron's hand wasn't stroking him, it was merely squeezing and releasing the blood-engorged organ, teasing and torturing his buddy, building his climax more and more with each sure-handed squeeze. Mike groaned in protest.
"Oh fuck, man, don't do that! Aw shit.oh man, oh fuck that feels so fucking hot! Oh my nuts are gonna blow a fucking hole in the wall, buddy. God that feels so good, so hot, fucking good, you big stud fucker you!" Mike's upper body was curled up off the bed, so excited was he with the fiery passion surging through his balls and groin. It was almost painful now, his nuts pulling up hard and tight against his body, primed and loaded, ready to fire their steamy semen out into the air. His ass muscles tightened in an involuntary response to the surging waves of pleasure that now were pouring through his loins unchecked. He wouldn't be able to hold back his wad now for all the money in the world. And neither would Ron, as he groaned in harmony with his fuck buddy as Mike's involuntary ass twitching and tightening clamped down on his piece like a round, steamy vice made of hot, silky flesh.
And then, Ron was past the point of no return. His body was tensed beyond endurance, taut as a steel spring. The sensations began to shoot through him, seemingly starting from the soles of his feet. They started slowly at first, but then once released the orgasmic ecstasy roared through his veins, rocketing quickly up his now-shaking hard-as- steel legs, pushing through his groin and flooding his chest and head with a rush he usually felt only from a hit of fresh poppers. His head spun. He sucked in a huge breath then held it, unable to let it out. His hips rocked forward one final time, one final, hard thrust and he was there.
His overworked nuts erupted, shooting their long-denied liquid treasure out of their silky storage sack and sending it racing through his convoluted testicle tubes, surging and pumping, then furiously roaring up through his urethra. He exhaled with a sharp groan just as the first hot wads of cadet cum erupted from the head of his hot cock. What a sensation! Fuck! His cock felt like an exploding firecracker.
"Oh yeah, Mike! Oh fuck yeah! Aw.aw fuck! FUCK! God is that ass hot! Oh fuck! Yeah, getting that load off! Finally letting those balls loose up that hot fucking ass!" Ron moaned and groaned in ecstasy, still pumping his hips back and forth, back and forth, but slowly now, as his cock continued to spurt and shoot his overheated ball juice deep into Mike's eager ass. The veins in his neck bulged, swelling larger and larger as the heated passion continued pouring through his body. His cock continued to pump and surge, his balls now tightly clinging to his sweaty crotch as they strained to shoot more and more of the hot, fiery liquid up and out from his feverish body.
"Fuck me, stud!" screamed Mike, overcome with emotion and passion as the heat waves of pleasure rocketed through his body with equal force. He pushed his ass hard against his hard-muscled friend and rocked it back and forth, around and down, rolling and twisting every which way. He milked his buddy's elongated sperm-hose that was pouring cum into the depths of his welcoming ass. He could feel the hot, burning sensations as each rocket-shot of spermsauce showered against the walls of his clinging, clenching asshole. This was man-sex at its best! This was what he loved---a hot, hard man banging his butt and creaming up his ass like there was no tomorrow. He was in heaven! What a hot, fucking stud, was all he could think as he rolled around on the bed like an impaled bitch-dog in heat.
Without warning, Ron suddenly lurched back from Mike, his still- spurting cockrod flying free of the sperm-drenched butt he'd been fucking. Still moaning and groaning uncontrollably, he stood erect at the side of the bed, his body towering over Mike's. He reached down to his still-tight scrotum with his left hand and forced his nuts to pull away from his body. With his right, he grasped his slimy, sperm- slickened rod and proceeded to pump with slow, dramatic strokes. His nuts jumped in his grasp, still roiling and turning as they kept pumping semen wads up and out of his rock hard prick. The salvos of sperm shot out with renewed force, the hot globs of jism flying hard and fast against Mike's chest and neck, streaking across his face, nearly striking him in the eye. The stroking continued and he pushed his left hand hard up under his scrotal sack, pressing hard against the large tube that was sending the rocket shots of spermy juice surging from his balls and out the end of his enlarged piss slit.
"Man oh man, oh fuck it, buddy! Just.gotta.cum.gotta.empty those.hot nuts." Ron's groaning trailed off into a rambling gibberish of repeated phrases that Mike couldn't quite understand. But it didn't matter. He knew his buddy was enjoying himself, and that was all that mattered. By now, Mike was nearly covered with splotches of Ron's hot, steamy white cum. He had cum splattered and matted in his chest hair, with more hot splotches streaked across his thighs and arms. He even had wads of jism dripping from his face, where they threatened to dribble and drip into his right ear.
Even now, Ron's eight and a half inch rod was pumping out additional streamers of starchy-smelling mancum. The hot wads of cum seemed to be never-ending! These shots weren't flying across his body with the intensity or force of the previous shots, but they were still copious, creamy streamers that now showered his hairy legs. But after a half- dozen more tugs on his swollen, still-hard cock, the shots turned into slow, dribbling rivulets that soon tapered off completely. Ron squeezed his nuts one final time, dug again with his fingers into the underside of his crotch, massaging the once-surging tube leading from his nuts to the base of his cock, and then squeezed his cock once more before finally releasing it completely. His once rapid breathing was slowly returning to normal.
Mike was crestfallen, thinking his buddy was now completely sated and thus would be reluctant or unable to finish off their hot fuck the way Mike had hoped he would. Mike wanted that big, hard throbber back up his butt in order to get his own nuts to bust open. Now, he wasn't sure what Ron would do. Mike shouldn't have worried.
Ron lowered his body over Mike's and then, with one quick motion, grabbed his still hard and up-pointing cock and forced it down toward Mike's well-lubricated and well-used asshole. He positioned the reddened cockhead at the opening and then dropped his body down on top of Mike. Thrilled and surprised at this turn of events, Mike grabbed him with a bear hug, pressing his buddy tightly against him on the bed, nearly smothering himself as he did so. The two guys twisted and turned their bodies, grinding their sweaty, masculine-smelling torsos together. The multiple wads of Ron's jism provided a slimy lubricant, which allowed them to slip and slide against each other. Mike's hard rod slid excitingly, teasingly, against the hard, marbled and clean- shaven smoothness of Ron's ripped six-pack. That motion, combined with the renewed fullness of Ron's hard man cock in his butt, threatened to send his nuts soaring off the pleasure charts.
Ron soon leveraged his body up a bit from Mike's by bracing himself with his hands on either side of Mike's head. He looked down at his buddy, staring into his deep blue eyes, then leaned forward and touched his soft, full lips to Mike's. Mike pushed his tongue out and licked the puckered lips, then raising his head slightly he pushed his mouth against Ron's and forced his tongue deep into his buddy's mouth. Their tongues dueled endlessly as Ron slowly began to raise and lower his groin, driving his big cock in and out of his friend's hot ass. Mike moaned in appreciation.
"Oh yeah, stud, oh fuckin' yeah! That's it! Fuck me, buddy, yeah.FUCK that ass-FUCK IT! Fuck this hot Aggie butt, buddy! Come on, you hot fuckin' stud-Marine! Give me that cadet cock HARD up that hot ass!"
Ron grinned in response, his face and body smeared with some of his own cum that rubbed off on him when he and Mike had embraced a moment before. This was one hot fuck he wasn't about to let get away before he finished him off in true Aggie style! He slowly picked up the pace, in and out, in and out-what a hot fucking ass! Man, did that feel good! Even though he'd just shot one of the biggest loads he'd ever manufactured, Ron was too excited by the thought of fucking his buddy to orgasm to quit yet. His hard cock wouldn't let him stop, either!
Mike reached down to his own stiff eight-incher and this time Ron didn't interfere. He grasped the hot, sperm-covered rod with his left hand and reached down to fondle and caress his balls with his right. As his climax continued to build, fueled by the now steady pounding his ass was again receiving from Ron, Mike's hot nuts once again started to rise up within their scrotal sanctuary to cling close to his body, readying themselves for their cum-expulsion. His right hand now zeroed in on his hard nipples. He loved having his tits played with. Heck, with the right guy doing it, he could come just from tit-play, without even touching his aching cock! But this time, his balls were aching too much from their long-delayed orgasm for him to postpone cumming for even just a few more seconds.
His left hand continued its slow, steady stroking of his engorged rod. He loved to torture himself like that, or have his sex-buddies do it for him-long, slow, steady strokes, forcing him to build and build toward a climax. His body was shaking with the sensations now coursing through him. His whole body was trembling with tense anticipation of his ball-busting orgasm. The tortuous, mind-boggling prick teasing was worth the wait. His senses were shattering with the intensity of the orgasm that was slowly, slowly, incrementally washing over him. Like waves of heat from a just-opened oven, his body rippled with waves of hot lust. He thought he was going to black out from the incredibly pleasurable sensations ripping through his body now at warp speed. His tight nuts were now tightly compressed against his groin. In another ten seconds, they would erupt with a mind-shattering explosion. He silently counted down the moments in a vain attempt to postpone the climax he so desperately needed and wanted. The oversized cock up his butt continued its relentless pumping. His overworked prostate was again raked and pummeled over and over by the mushroom shaped cockhead that surged inside of his love canal again and again. His body shook with passion. And then it hit.
His left hand froze in mid-stroke, unable to move. He felt as if a stick of dynamite had exploded in his loins. Suddenly, his prick pulsed and surged in his hand, then a huge geyser of white-hot cum shot from the eye of his eight-inch rod, sailing over his head to splatter noisily against the side of his PC sitting on the desk next to his bed. It was quickly followed by another hot, hard wad of jism that took a downward arc, slamming with a sticky pop into his chin, then dribbling down his neck in a gooey, hot trail of white.
Another rocket shot followed, and then another, and these struck him on the chest, streaked across his abdomen and slammed onto his right hand, which had continued to pull and tug at his hardened man-tit as his dick erupted. His head was spinning and he nearly fainted with the super sensational feelings surging through him. Never had he enjoyed such sexual pleasure with another guy. Never! His balls ached with pleasure-pain as his cadet cock kept spewing its contents out across his hard stomach. His right hand scooped up a long streamer of cum from his chest hairs and used it to lubricate his tits, adding to the already thrilling sensations shooting from his chest to his groin. He had learned about the sexual sensitivity of his tits during sessions with a hunky lifeguard at his church's summer camp when he was in high school. And now, he once again was putting that "training" to good use, twisting and squeezing his taut, hard, man-nipples that were slick and slippery with the perfect lubricant of the combined cum wads shot from the two hot college studs.
He kept up the tit tugging and also kept squeezing his cock. He wasn't stroking it, but was content to merely hold it firmly, periodically squeezing it to milk out another hot wad of jism as his body was racked with jolts of incredible joy and intense sensations. Each volley of pleasure that rocked his body inevitably resulted in another hot, milky white wad surging out the enlarged piss slit to dribble messily across his dark pubes and eventually down to the sperm and sweat dampened sheets underneath him.
"Oh man.ungh.ungh.oh.aw.oh yeah.fuck yeah..shootin' my wad like a motherfucker." Mike groaned and moaned, rolling back and forth as much as he could with Ron's still steel-hard rammer up his butt. He punctuated each sperm shot with a "fuck" or an unintelligible grunt of pleasure. His ass clamped tight on Ron's prick with each spasm of his cock, causing Ron to once again begin to moan in response. When Ron had begun fucking Mike for the second time, he didn't think he'd be able to bust another orgasm. But thanks to the flexing and clamping of Mike's spasming butthole, incredible as it seemed to him, he was once again building up to another terrific climax.
"Oh buddy, I'm gonna cum again, stud," moaned Ron. "I'm gonna fill your ass up again with another hot load, you hot fucking stud you. That tight ass is chewing my dick off and it's gonna spurt again!"
With one final thrust, Ron shoved his cock hard up Mike's ass and held it there as the familiar shock waves of passion once again hurled themselves across his sperm-streaked and sweaty body. The load wasn't quite as big and thick as the first time, but he still felt several large spurts of spermsauce shooting their way up his cock tube and lubing his buddy's ass one more time.
Mike gasped with excitement and began pumping his own cock, hoping to squeeze a few more waves of mind-numbing, heart-stopping pleasure from it. His efforts didn't go unrewarded. His cock responded with another final shot of cumsauce as he shuddered and shook in the deep throes of his extended orgasm.
The two boys looked into each other's eyes, then Mike gave a quick gurgle of laughter as Ron buried his tongue down his throat and slowly lowered his body back on top of him. They clung to each other, glued together by their sticky wads of spermsauce and their mutual lust, bathed in the heady afterglow of their hot mansex session. It had been one for the books all right, thought Mike.
As if reading Mike's thoughts, Ron said, "You're the hottest fuck I've ever had. And that's no bullshit, buddy."
Mike smiled at the compliment and responded by stretching his arms around his best friend's back, slowly caressing him with soft, loving strokes. Ron purred like a kitten.
"So did your sex slave do okay, my master?" asked Mike, teasingly.
"Oh yeah," Ron said. "Fuck yeah. You did just fine. But remember our bet-you're my sex slave for the day, and the day's not over yet."
(To be continued)