This is another chapter in the life of Texas A&M University Corps of Cadets freshman Mike Johnson, his Corps buddies and other hot college boys with overheated rocks in their jocks. "Cadet Sex" is based on real-life incidents and guys at A&M when I was 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 really HARD time reading this!!! Comments/critique welcome at: Den3407@aol.com. If you like it, I'll be glad to keep writing more chapters, but be patient-I have to earn a living, too! For a "prequel" to "Cadet Sex," check out "Camp Cocksucker" on the Nifty Archives. It deals with some of my high school sex encounters. Thanks! Thumper/Houston TX
Cadet Sex: Ch. 5 Just Following Orders By Thumper
It had been raining all week, which wasn't that unusual for College Station in the fall. It seemed like it always poured down during the first semester of classes, right after football season kicked off. And of course, the university always managed to have its summer road construction projects little more than halfway finished by Labor Day. That meant quite a few huge craters would still be pockmarking the campus when its 44,000-plus students rolled into town to begin classes. And each crater was accompanied by its very own Mt. Everest of excavated dirt and debris.
Each autumn, monsoon-like storms would sweep across the state, magically slowing and hovering over the Texas A&M campus, incessantly pouring out their wet cargo. The craters would overflow, washing half the mini-mountains of dirt onto the surrounding sidewalks and streets. The streets would then become indistinguishable from the muddy, grassless medians and waterlogged lawns. Walking across them in a clean cadet uniform was risky. One step in the wrong spot and you'd end up with muddy goop splattered all over your pants. Glassy, spit- shined shoes would be trashed in no time.
Occasionally, a really unfortunate soul would step directly into one of the overflowing craters. A sharp yelp of surprise would be followed by a quick string of expletives as notebooks and textbooks flew forward while the body lurched downward into the muddy abyss. Owners of local laundromats and dry cleaners loved the monsoon season. Every downpour moved them one year closer to early retirement.
The safest course of action during the fall was to walk about only by day if you had to get out at all. At night, you truthfully took your life into your own hands. Student pranksters would gleefully remove protective barricades from around the biggest mud holes at dusk. Then, carefully camouflaged from view in nearby dorm rooms, they'd eagerly await their careless victims. Roars of laughter and "whoops," an Aggie's way of expressing extreme joy, especially at someone else's misfortune, would echo across the campus quadrangles whenever an unsuspecting student suddenly found himself four feet below ground, baptized with gooey Brazos Valley mud.
Mike would never forget one particularly rainy weekend. Even after graduation and leaving A&M years later, his eight inch cock would harden in seconds whenever his lustful thoughts wandered back to that eventful night.
The Aggie football team was playing out of state that Saturday so Mike and his Corps of Cadets buddies had a free weekend. Most of them left town, scattering across the state to party in Austin, Dallas or Houston. The Corps dorm area, normally crawling with more than 2,300 khaki-clad cadets, probably boasted fewer than 200 on weekends like this. And most of those guys were out for the evening. But Mike and his "old lady" (Aggie slang for roommate), Bill, had put their free time to good use. Bill had sacked out after thoroughly shining his uniform brass and three pairs of cadet shoes until they sparkled.
Mike had finished cleaning their "hole" (more Aggie slang, meaning dorm room) and his uniform brass earlier in the day. Now, he was busy cracking the books for a big biology exam on Monday. The only light burning was a small fluorescent one on his desk. He slouched back in his chair, clad only in a t-shirt and a pair of maroon nylon gym shorts. He glanced at the clock, noted it was almost 1:00 AM and stifled a yawn. He tugged at his crotch, gently pulling and stroking the slick material that covered his soft, but full, cockmound. His heavy prick surged and filled in eager response.
Just one more chapter, he promised himself. Then---jack-off time! His freshman buddy, Bill, was already cutting logs in the lower bunk. It didn't bother Bill whenever Mike jerked off. Heck, Bill never heard a thing, no matter how much crackling and popping Mike's lube-covered hand might make as he stroked his eight inch cock into a ball-breaking climax. Mike felt sure Bill could sleep through a tornado. So, he was sure his handjobs at night weren't bothering him.
The steady beating of the rain on the window added to Mike's sexy mood. Yeah, a nice, slow jack-off job combined with the mesmerizing drumming of the rain would put him to sleep in no time!
Bam-bam-bam!!!
Mike jumped up, knocking his chair backward. The heavy door swung open, crashing against the wall with a thunderous rattle. Mike stared blankly at the dark silhouette that stood in the open doorway, weaving slightly from side to side. As freshman cadets, or "fish" as they were called, Mike and Bill were used to having upperclassmen barge into their holes at odd hours of the day or night. But rarely did anyone crash in after midnight on a Saturday night. Not on a non-football weekend. He steeled himself for some good-natured hazing from this late-visiting upperclassman. But nothing happened. The shadowy figure didn't move, didn't speak. He just stood there, swaying gently from side to side. Probably drunk, Mike guessed. It happened a lot on weekends, game or no game.
"If only the hall lights were on," Mike mused, "I could see who the hell this asshole is." Mike breathed a bit easier when the shadowy figure moved a bit closer. Now he could see in the dim light from his desk lamp that it was Jake Truman, head drum major of the 350-member Fightin' Texas Aggie Band, the largest all-male, all-military band in the country. Jake was one of the hottest, sexiest, guys Mike had ever seen. His body was flawless--nothing but hard, ripped muscle, covered with darkly tanned skin that was smooth as silk.
Mike had seen Jake's gorgeous physique on many occasions. The studly cadet, who was under contract to be a Marine pilot upon graduation, paraded around the hallways and dormitory recreation fields shirtless as often as possible. Or so Mike it seemed to Mike. Early in the semester Mike had made it his business to figure out exactly when certain well-built upperclassmen and other studly non-cadets worked out in the university weight rooms. He also learned early on what PE classes they had and when they'd most likely be in the PE or dorm showers washing the sweet sweat off their sleek, sculpted torsos. He made sure he was on hand as often as possible, slyly scoping out the naked male-stud scenery.
It was an incredible turn-on for him. He knew, too, that some of these guys were aware of the effect their hot bodies had on other guys who were watching them work out or shower. He knew they secretly loved to have other guys check them out that way. That was the competitive nature of guys--they were always comparing chest development, biceps, and abs. Heck, why else would they torture themselves so hard with the weights if they didn't want somebody to admire the fruits of all that hard labor? And every guy in the world, straight or gay, was forever comparing cocks. Again, it was just the naturally male thing to do.
Mike had seen Jake's nice, thick cock on several occasions. He practically passed out each time he saw it hanging and swaying heavily in front of that solid pair of large, oval nuts. Mike had jacked off countless times already that semester, fantasizing about what he'd do if he ever got hold of that beautiful piece of senior man meat.
But a loud belch from the doorway brought Mike back to the business at hand. What in the world was Jake doing barging into their hole? And what was that God-awful stench? The smell was searing, intense, a really sweet-sour kind of stink, almost like--almost like.and then it hit him like a ton of bricks: like a skunk!
Mike nearly gagged. And then he noticed another thing--Jake was sopping wet, head to toe, and covered with mud. Where in the world had he been? What the hell had he been doing? Jake normally was one of the cleanest, best-dressed cadets on the campus, in and out of uniform. But not tonight!
"Howdy Mr. Truman, sir!" barked out Mike, snapping to attention and giving the required fish greeting to an upperclassman. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Bill had stirred a little and was obviously awake, but continued with his best sleeping possum imitation to avoid a confrontation with this upperclassmen. So far, it was working. Truman hadn't noticed anyone else was in the room except for Mike.
"Hey, fish Johnson! How's it hangin' buddy?" said Jake, addressing Mike by his appropriate freshman "title." Although he was still a good four feet away, Mike could detect a second strong odor-alcohol. Mike, who usually got in trouble for talking too much when answering upperclassmen, was at a loss for words this time.
"What's the matter, buddy?" Jake said, laughing. He staggered across the room, picked up Mike's overturned chair and plopped down in it. Mud and water splattered across the freshly mopped floor. Mike groaned inwardly. But he knew he couldn't complain. Hell, Jake was a senior, and only God had more power over Corps fish than a senior.
"You know, Johnson, I've got a problem. And you're gonna help me with it," said Jake. "My car got stuck in one of those damn mud holes over near the library construction area. And while I was trying to get it out, this damned cat came by and got in my way. So I kicked his ass. But you know what? I don't think it was a cat. I think it was a damned skunk! That SOB farted on me so now I stink like a motherfucker, don't I?"
Mike fervently agreed. "Yes, sir, you sure do sir." But he wasn't sure what Jake thought he could do about it.
"I need you to clean me up, fish Johnson," insisted Jake.
"Uh.sir??! Do what??!" Mike couldn't believe his ears.
"I went to the store and I got me lots of tomato juice and some fancy body shampoo crap. I gotta get this shit off of me and that's the only stuff that'll do it."
Mike had always heard an old wives' tale that tomato juice would kill a skunk's stink, but he'd never tested that theory himself and didn't know anyone who had. He wasn't convinced anything could remove that awful odor and he really didn't want to find out. But who was he to argue with a drunk, muddy senior who was fast creating a huge mess in his dorm room? With upperclassmen, it was useless to argue or refuse, no matter how crazy the order might seem.
"So get up to my room and get those cans of juice into the shower room. I gotta get this shit off of me right now!" Jake struggled to his feet, bracing himself with the back of the chair. "Come on, let's get outta here."
Jake staggered through the doorway and Mike obediently followed, pausing only to shut the door quietly behind him. On the way out, he noticed Bill had already resumed his rhythmic snoring. "That figures!" fumed Mike. "I'm on my own for sure." He started up the stairs after Jake.
Jake stumbled about every other step leading up to his third-story room. Mike tried to avoid the muddy footprints Jake left behind, but suddenly the senior missed a step completely and fell backward, nearly knocking Mike down the stairs. Mike grabbed Jake by the right arm and used his left to wrap around the senior's broad chest to steady him. It worked. Jake groggily grasped the handrail, and then turned toward Mike.
"Hey, Johnson, good catch!" crowed Jake. "Almost bought the farm there, didn't I?"
"Yes, sir," agreed Mike. He couldn't take a deep breath, thanks to the skunk and alcohol stench emitting from Jake. But Mike wasn't about to let go. He had his arms wrapped around the hard, hot stud that had starred in so many of his sexual fantasies, and man! Did he feel good! Despite the stifling odors, Mike's cock surged and began filling and hardening in his nylon shorts, which were now pressed against the back of Jake's left thigh. He wondered if Jake would notice. But the senior seemed oblivious to any unusual body contact.
"I need a shower, Johnson," said Jake. "Let's get going."
The two college cadets, now hugging one another for stability, struggled up the stairs and rounded the corner to the shower room. The majority of the dorm's fluorescent hallway lights were always turned out at night, except for one set of emergency tubes near each exit. But even in this dimly lit hall, Mike and Jake knew exactly where the shower room was. They practically fell through the door, stumbling into the tiled enclave. It was the standard Corps dorm shower room, designed for group showering, just like the ones at the university's PE center. It had six showerheads, three on one wall, and three more opposite. The only light in the square room shone dimly from a lamppost on the sidewalk just outside the shower room's opaque window. Jake collapsed onto a white plastic chair that he and his senior buddies had placed in the shower room for occasions just like this one when they were too drunk or too tired to stand up and shower.
"Hurry up and get the shower steaming. Let's get this shit over with," growled Jake. Mike jumped into action, quickly cranking on the shower above Jake's head. The water poured out, slightly chilly even though it was still early fall and rather warm outside that evening. Jake yelped in surprise.
"Hey, asshole! What are you trying to do, freeze my balls off? Get that shit warmed up now!" Mike quickly deflected the spray off of Jake until the water temperature moderated. He removed his hand and the water poured down onto the hunky senior cadet, slowly washing away the brown crud from Jake's awesome physique. Jake slowly raised his arms and started stripping off his muddy t-shirt. He always wore shirts that were one size too small for him, the better to show off his bronzed and beautiful body, Mike thought. Usually he'd just roll the shirt up his body, and then quickly pop it off and onto the floor. But tonight, the combination of too much beer and slimy mud got the better of him. He tugged and pulled, but to no avail. The shirt wasn't going to peel off easily this time. Not without some help, anyway.
"Hey, Johnson, get your butt over here and take this shirt off of me," ordered Jake. "And don't tear it off, either. It's one of my favorites."
Mike's close proximity to such a hot guy, even under these less than perfect circumstances, had already gotten him extremely turned on. His crotch had been tingling and pulsing with excitement ever since Jake had stumbled and pressed against him on the stairs. His nearly hard cock lurched again in his nylon shorts, surging and filling completely with blood. He'd just been ordered to strip the shirt off of one of the hottest guys in the Aggie Band--shit, one of the hottest guys on campus! He couldn't wait. This would be a wet-dream come true!
Mike moved behind Jake and the chair and slowly reached down, grasping the bottom of the shirt on both sides of Jake's body. Jake raised his arms straight up. Mike pulled, slowly peeling the shirt up and over Jake's head. The cleansing water continued to beat down on both of them now. As the sand and dirt washed away from Jake's glistening body, Mike nearly passed out. He'd seen Jake's body before, sure, but not up close--not like this. He marveled at the hard, sinewy shoulders, so tightly muscled, so broad. And then the smooth slabs of Jake's pectorals, capped with two large, dark nipples that were hard and pointing straight out. The water freely cascaded down across the shining, hairless chest, running down across the hard, rippled muscles of his tight abs. A faint whisper of light brown hairs trailed down from his navel and disappeared into his tight Levis. Mesmerized, Mike almost forgot why they were there until Jake's bark brought him back to earth.
"Hey, freshman, hurry up and get my boots off before they're ruined," said Jake. Mike quickly moved around and tugged off both of the soaked Ropers with less trouble than he expected. He placed them out of range of the spray and awaited further instructions.
Jake had been unbuttoning his Levi's, slowly exposing more and more of his crotch. Mike was crestfallen to note that Jake had on briefs underneath his jeans. Jake popped the last button, then struggled to stand up and began wriggling around, trying to lower his jeans. Jake usually wore jeans as tight as his t-shirts and tonight was no exception. The tight denim, completely soaked through now, refused to give way easily.
"Sir, sit down and I'll help you pull them off," volunteered Mike. It was a brazen suggestion, but Mike figured, what the hell, this night was already pretty crazy anyway, so why not go for all he could get out of it?
Jake didn't flinch or hesitate. He dropped back into the chair and thrust his legs up into the air. Mike knelt before him, grabbed the cuffs of each leg and tugged as Jake angled his butt up off the chair. He managed to strip the jeans down to the thighs, and then was able to pull them completely free of his body. Mike tossed them aside and turned back, still kneeling, to face Jake once more. He was presented with a beautifully full, briefs-covered cockmound, right at eye level. His own crotch surged and hardened into full erection. It would soon be easily visible to Jake through his now soaking wet nylon gym shorts. Suddenly he realized where he was staring. He quickly dropped his eyes, then looked up again into Jake's. Just for a moment, Mike thought he saw a twitch of a smile cross Jake's face. Then it was gone.
"Now get that tomato juice and pour it all over me. And hurry up!"
Mike grabbed the nearest quart can of juice, punched the lid and turned back to Jake. He started laughing. He couldn't help it. He kept fighting to control it, but just couldn't get over the craziness of what he was doing. He was preparing to shower a senior with tomato juice!
"Quit laughing, dickhead, and pour it on. Hurry up! I don't wanna smell like this all night." Jake sounded angry, but Mike detected an undercurrent of laughter in Jake's voice as well. He poured the juice onto Jake's head and shoulders. Jake, spluttering and cussing, began wiping the red stuff all over his head, chest and arms. Mike kept opening cans and handing them to Jake, who continued to shampoo his body with the juice. To Mike's surprise, the odor seemed to be dissipating. He soaked Jake's clothing with the stuff, and then began rinsing everything off with clean water.
Jake, meanwhile, had grabbed the bottle of liquid shower soap soon had his body foaming with suds. Mike envied the suds, slipping and sliding across those taut muscles, down across those lightly haired legs. Then Jake stood up and with one surprisingly quick motion stripped off his briefs and tossed them onto his pile of wet clothes. He turned back to the showerhead and Mike nearly passed out.
What a fucking stud!!! Mike's head reeled. Jake continued working the mass of suds across his tight, hard stomach and then slowly churned his way down, down, down to the large, thick cock that swung heavily from side to side between his legs. Mike nearly gasped with excitement. His own eight-inch rod throbbed, a full hardon, surging and straining, trying desperately to free itself from the confines of his nearly see- through shorts. He didn't care if Jake could see his cock or not. There wasn't anything he could do to hide it now anyway.
Jake seemed to take no notice of Mike or his hardened condition. The suds slid under his heavy ball sack and he pressed them into his thick, curly pubic patch. His other hand reached down and worked the soapy hairs around, creating more rich, thick lather. He then squeezed his still soft, but thickening cock, applying more pressure as the slippery soap oozed out from under his fingers. Jake kept his hands at his crotch, rhythmically squeezing his now hardening rod, white soapsuds foaming from between his long fingers. Mike was hypnotized by this blatant, almost taunting display of beautiful male flesh.
He glanced up at Jake's face. The studly senior's eyes were closed, his head tilted back slightly. The water washed down across his crisp flat top, cascading over his neck and shoulders and down his backside. The pale light from the frosted window revealed the classic cut of his square jaw. He had the hint of a smile turning up at the corners of his mouth. Jake stood about 5 foot 10, less than an inch shorter than Mike, but he seemed huge and dominating in this situation. Mike knew the military protocol of the Corps of Cadets: seniors ruled, and if he tried anything that Jake wasn't expecting or wanting, it could be curtains for him in more ways than one. As much as he wanted to reach out and touch some of the beautiful, naked maleness so proudly on display before him, he gritted his teeth and kept his arms at his side.
Jake continued to squeeze and fondle his ever-growing prick, reaching down now and then to push more billowy white suds across his heavy ball sack. His breathing was more labored now, his stroking more intense. Mike almost cried with frustration. His own cock was super hard now, punching against his soaked shorts, pounding and pressing for release from its wet nylon prison. He reached down to push the throbbing meat up so the head pointed to the ceiling. The hardened rod poked its head out of the waistband of his shorts.
Jake continued working over his own rod, which now throbbed and stiffened, harder than ever, quickly raising up from his crotch until it stood high and proud, angled slightly upward from his abdomen. It was a solid, pounding eight inches, maybe more. Just like Mike's in length, but thicker, Mike thought. Nicely cut, with a large helmet- head that capped off the steel-hard piece of meat. Mike noted how the bluish veins laced the heavy man-stalk.
"Why don't you take off those shorts and let that thing out of its cage."
Mike wasn't sure what he was hearing. Was his mind playing tricks on him, telling him things he wanted to hear rather than what he'd really heard Jake say?
"I told you, fish Johnson---take off those shorts." Jake's eyes were open now and he was staring straight at Mike. His right hand was still rhythmically moving the soapsuds back and forth across his stiffened cock as it arched proudly out toward Mike. His other hand now moved slowly across his tight abdomen, gently caressing the smooth skin in small circles. Hot waves of excitement shot through Mike as he simply stared at one of the hottest guys he knew. His cock ached and strained, begging for release, to be stroked and squeezed just as Jake was stroking and squeezing his own hard cock rod. Mike threw caution aside and complied with Jake's order.
He tugged his shorts down with one quick motion and raised up, kicking the soggy garment aside. His rod pounded and pulsed, pointing toward the ceiling at about a 45 degree angle, the head already wet from the shower spray and copious amounts of pre-cum that continued to leak from the large slit in his cockhead.
Slowly, Mike's right hand slid over his slightly hairy, muscled chest. He grasped his left tit, now equally as hard as his cock, and lightly tweaked it. His cock responded as it always did, jerking and throbbing upward as the hot twinge of tit stimulus jolted through his body. His left land came up under his balls and grasped the thick cock rod and held it tightly, squeezing it rhythmically but not stroking. Not yet.
By now, Jake had moved his hand from stroking his ripped abs and was now imitating Mike's tit play. He tugged and pulled on his hard man- nipple while continuing to squeeze and stroke his throbbing, suds- covered rod. He pulled the tight skin down toward his cock base until the skin threatened to split, then pushed his fist outward, pulling on the soapy shaft and grasping it a bit harder as his fingers pressed and stroked across the super-sensitive tip of his cockhead. Jake moaned and his eyes closed momentarily, reveling in the super erotic sensations shooting through his stiff shaft.
Mike stared, hypnotized by Jake's rhythmic squeeze-and-stroke hand play. His left hand remained tightly wrapped around his pounding cock, his other still lightly tugging and tweaking at first one, then the other, of his equally aroused nipples. He moaned softly as he felt the tremendously hard cock in his hand surge and pump with the hot flashes pouring through his veins as he took in the scene in front of him. Jake had turned slightly, forcing the front of his body into the shower spray. The surging spray quickly washed the foamy suds down to the tile floor beneath their feet, swirling softly down the drain. Now, Jake's incredibly hot, sculpted body was fully revealed in profile to Mike's hungry eyes. The round globes of the two cheeks of Jake's ass were high and taut. He had the butt of an ice skater, no doubt finely honed into shape from four years of fierce, aerobic Marine exercises and heavy weight training in his quest to be a Marine pilot. His butt was smooth, without a trace of body hair. In fact, most of Jake's body was completely free of hair except for a few silky wisps in his armpits and a thick, light brown patch of fuzz surrounding his sturdy, surging mancock.
The rippling muscles of his stomach rose and fell as he breathed deeply, really getting into the heavy-duty cock stroking he was giving himself. Mike threw all caution to the wind. He wasn't going to allow himself to get this to close to his dream-god and not do more than watch him jack off in front of him. Maybe he was gambling that Jake wanted more out of this than he had indicated so far, but Mike was willing to take the risk. His own hard cock seemed to pull him like a magnet toward the steel-muscled stud before him. He stepped toward Jake and reached across to cut off the shower. His arm brushed against the senior cadet's chest and Jake's eyes opened. Their faces were less than a foot apart now. Both cadets had ceased pumping their cocks momentarily. They stared deep into each other's eyes. Mike detected a flicker of anxiety from Jake but it quickly disappeared, soon replaced by smoldering, demanding desire. Mike had seen that desire in many other guys before. He knew the telltale signs all too well---he knew the only thing Jake wanted now was to get his rocks off in a ball- busting, mind-blowing orgasm.
Mike slowly stretched out a hand and took hold of Jake's thick, throbbing ramrod. He gently squeezed the hard tube, marveling at its heat and incredible smoothness. He felt the thick piece of meat growing even more, expanding, thickening, and swelling as if to burst from its fleshy wrapper. Its girth was such that he really couldn't squeeze his fingers completely around the surging shaft. He pulled it out from the groin, stretching it as much as he could, trying to gauge its actual length: at least eight and a half inches, maybe a bit more, Mike figured. Mike's mouth ached to take that cock, to feel that thick piece of collegiate meat inside his warm, wet mouth, to run his tongue along the sides of that hard dick shaft, to feel the throbbing hardness of that hot Marine cadet cock in his mouth. He began to pump slowly back and forth. Jake moaned softly and closed his eyes. Mike reached up with his other hand and pressed it against the smooth slab of Jake's left pectoral. He began to rub it slowly back and forth across that hard, well-muscled chest, occasionally reaching down with his thumb to flick the well-extended nipple. Jake shivered with pleasure each time Mike's thumb flipped over his sensitive man-tit. Mike smiled inwardly. Tit-play was one of his favorite pastimes, too, and he was pleased to see that Jake shared his lust for having his tits stroked and played with. Each flicker of that tit caused Jake's cock to jump and pulse in Mike's hand.
Glancing down at Jake's pulsing penis, Mike noticed the huge drop of clear precum that had oozed from the helmet-shaped head. He gently spread the male honeydew across the wide expanse of the throbbing cockhead. More drops began to ooze and seep from the piss slit and Mike used these to moisten his fingers so that they slid smoothly along the veined shaft. His precum-slickened hand moved back and forth along the hard cock, massaging and stroking, intensifying Jake's pleasure with each movement. His careful handiwork elicited the desired response from Jake. He continued moaning softly, eyes still closed, soaking up the exciting sensations that were shooting through his hard cock and equally hard tits, thanks to Mike's non-stop body worship.
Suddenly, Mike felt a hand moving along his right thigh, brushing gently against the dark, downy hairs covering his legs. He trembled with delight, happy as heck to see that Jake was taking a more active role in their sex play. He would have been more than satisfied just to service this big, butch stud of a Marine cadet, if that had been all Jake had wanted. But if he was willing to go further, Mike sure wasn't going to complain!
He felt the hand press harder against his leg, becoming more of a probing massage now than just the gentle caressing motion he'd felt before. The hand moved slowly upward, Jake's long fingers pressing firmly into his thigh, traveling slowly, methodically toward his crotch. Mike shivered with anticipation. He couldn't count the number of loads he'd shot off while jerking off and thinking about just this moment. Mike knew he wasn't a bad looking guy and the workouts the Corps and PE put him through kept him in pretty good shape. But he wasn't anywhere near the level of the Adonis-class stud who was just about to clasp his raging hardon in his fist. Mike was afraid for a moment that this initial contact might make him shoot his rocks off immediately. But his fears soon subsided and were replaced by overwhelming pleasure as Jake's hand finally found its prize and wrapped securely around the base of Mike's pounding erection. He squeezed down hard on the cock, as if anticipating Mike's excitement and wanting to shut off any premature cum shots that might be building up in Mike's overheated balls.
Mike let out a gasp of passion. It was as though Jake's fingertips were edged with fire. A thrill of excitement coursed through him such as he had never known before. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, giving himself over completely to what was happening. It was every bit as good as he had dreamed it. His body shook with excitement, his head pounding with lust, and his blood running feverishly hot with carnal desire.
Mike felt Jake's other hand cupping his low-hanging testicles, firmly tugging and pulling on them, working the overloaded ovals around, then letting them slip through the opening in his fingers before he rolled them around some more against his palm. Mike released Jake's cock and edged closer, their hardons now bumping firmly against each other like blunt medieval lances. The head of Jake's cock pushed into Mike's abdomen, smearing a clear wad of slimy precum across his lightly haired torso. Mike slid the palms of his hands beneath Jake's writhing buttocks, marveling at the smoothness of his muscular ass, how tightly it would tense and release as he massaged that beautiful bubble butt. His fingers dug into the hard, sinewy flesh, pulling hard on both halves of that taut ass, spreading the cheeks, then releasing, only to spread and release them again and again. Jake was really getting into it now. His breathing became more rapid, his eyes were fully open now and he stared straight into Mike's. Jake had probably never been as drunk as he originally let on to be. He certainly wasn't showing many signs of it now, Mike thought. But that was okay. Many times Mike had tricked with guys during his high school days and on into college some would claim they couldn't recall a thing that had happened the night before, thanks to their drunkenness. But Mike didn't care. He knew they'd both gotten their rocks off in all kinds of ways, and if these guys wanted to pretend nothing had ever happened, that was okay by him. More often than not, those same guys would be tricking with him again within a few days and the same pattern of denial would repeat itself. It never bothered Mike that much. Heck, he still got to enjoy hot mansex with them and vice versa, so who cared if they acknowledged the encounters later on or not?
Mike ran his hands up Jake's hard butt cheeks and onto his tight, well- formed back and shoulders. He marveled at the sculpted musculature under his probing, massaging fingers---Jake could have modeled for a men's health magazine, that's for sure! Mike had seen Jake in action at the college gym, fanatically pumping iron with the sweat pouring off his tanned, nearly hairless torso of steel, the large veins flexing and swelling as he pushed his body to the limits of endurance, squeezing out one more rep to produce that one extra millimeter of muscle mass that made him look so desirous to so many of his classmates. His hands trailed across Jake's wet flattop, the type of haircut that gave Mike an automatic hardon. Running his fingers across that close-cropped scalp ratcheted his sexual tension up another couple of notches.
He then swept his hands down to Jake's broad shoulders and chest. He rubbed the water-slick palms of his hands around, encircling the large copper-colored nipples that poked out, hard as nails. Then, grasping both hard nubs, he used his thumbs and twirled and tugged on them, sending thrilling jolts of pleasure rocketing across Jake's chest and down into his groin, causing his already super-stiff rod to jerk and sway with excitement. Jake moaned again, his head tilting slightly backward, but his eyes still fixed on Mike's, never flinching from their intense gaze. Mike stroked lower, tracing across the hard, well- defined lines of Jake's abs. He loved feeling that hard abdominal crease that outlined the rippling belly muscles and tapered to his slip hips that were now spread wide, open to Mike's worship. Mike dipped his head and ran his tongue across the smooth, hard stomach, lapping eagerly across each and every line of Jake's incredible six-pack. Each stroke of his hot tongue evoked shudders of pleasure from Jake and equally strong reactions from Mike. Mike trembled with excitement as his tongue washed across the sturdy, muscled midsection. His cock throbbed and surged with excitement, his blood boiling with anticipation.
Jake hadn't been standing idly by while Mike was working over his buttocks, tits and abdomen. His hands had been busily rolling and tugging on Mike's swollen testicles, gently but firmly squeezing and teasing the roiling orbs as they built up their hot load of steamy collegiate cum. He'd also been tugging and jacking Mike's iron-hard rammer, pushing the hot flesh back and forth along the hard, thick cock that jutted up from his pounding loins.
Mike raised up from his tongue-worship of Jake's hard abs and arched his back as he felt the thick juice begin to gather for release in his hot nuts. They got tighter and he could feel that tightness building in them, filling them with cum, filling them with that sweet, hot juice of young manhood that was preparing to shoot off into the air, to splatter on this hot senior stud that was working him over. Jake's own hard cock was pressing against Mike's nuts now. The big, blunt head with its never-ending stream of precum drooling from its enlarged piss slit pushed and probed under Mike's enlarged balls, lifting them up into Jake's hands. Mike loved the feel of another guy's prick against his nuts. Mike always shaved the hair from his balls to make them more sensitive to just such touching and stroking and it paid off big time tonight. He could feel every inch of Jake's cockhead as it probed and stroked against his boiling balls. The rim of Jake's cockhead would catch against the folds of Mike's scrotum, hang up for a moment and then quickly release, sending surges of pleasure pumping and blowing through Mike's groin. The waves of passion didn't stop at his crotch, either. This was a body-and-mind blowing experience, for sure! Mike's head reeled with passion, his entire circulatory system seemed on fire with the molten lava of desire and lust that burned every time he touched Jake or Jake would touch him. He couldn't believe how turned on he was and wasn't sure how much longer he could last before he blew his wad all over the place. It would certainly be an orgasm to remember for a long, long time.
Despite the intense pleasure Mike was receiving from Jake's cock probing around his balls and his occasional tit pinching, Mike wanted more. He hungered to get his tongue wrapped around that hard, huge mancock thrusting out of that Marine cadet's crotch. He wanted to suck on that beautiful cock quickly, not knowing how close Jake might be to releasing his own hot wad of sperm sauce. Mike wasn't sure if Jake would want to go a second round tonight or in the future, so he planned on making sure he got at least some action on that senior's big prick before the evening ended with their mind-blowing orgasms.
He slid down to his knees on the tile floor, bracing himself with Jake's well-developed thighs that flexed and tightened to support his descent. His eyes feasted hungrily on his ultimate prize. What a beauty! Ever since he'd seen that cock just flaccid in the dorm shower the first week of college, he'd been dying to see how it would look fully hard. It was even more beautiful than Mike had imagined.
"When I first saw your cock this year I just knew I'd have to have it," said Mike, his voice a quavering, hoarse whisper. He didn't want anyone to overhear him, not that there was much chance of that, but he also found it hard to speak, so overcome with the sexual tension and emotion of the moment. What he had felt before when jacking off and dreaming of Jake's hard cock was nothing compared to what he was now feeling. His body ached with desire. Now that the moment had finally come to pass, he almost wasn't able to move ahead, so excited was he. He reached out and ran the tips of his fingers lightly over the surface of Jake's pulsating cock head.
Jake let out a gasp of passion. It was as though Mike's fingertips were edged with fire. A thrill of excitement coursed through him such as he had never known before. His eyes, watching Mike's every move, were now glazed with pure, unadulterated lust. Then, they slowly closed, and Jake's head slowly tilted back as he implored Mike to take him.
"Come on, man, do me," begged Jake. "Suck that cock, fucker. Come on, go down on that meat and give me some head big-time, freshman. Do it. Come on. Do me."
Mike didn't have to be asked again. He moaned, running his fingers freely, lovingly over the vein-entwined stalk of Jake's magnificent prick. "Oh yeah, stud, I'm gonna do you. Gonna do you right. Gonna give you just what you need, just what you want, you hot fucker you. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. You just don't know--- seeing your hot body flying around that weight room, watching your hot cock bounce around in that shower room, prick-teasing everyone...yeah, I'm gonna take care of that hot cock for you, stud."
With that, Mike devoured the pulsating rod halfway to its hairy, aromatic hilt. The thickness of the meat kept him from swallowing the entire rod all at once. That might take some doing, he thought, but he was going to do it if it took him all night! Jake let out a short yelp of surprise and pleasure at the heat of the freshman cadet's mouth on his cock. Mike held on tight to Jake for a few seconds, not even moving, but then finally releasing his suctioning grip on the throbbing cock, letting it slip slowly out of his mouth and across his slurping lips, the tip barely escaping the opening. Mike noticed another large dollop of clear precum surging out of the piss slit so he quickly stuck out his tongue and swiped the head clean. It tasted wonderful, sweet and kind of salty, but definitely all-man! He quickly pushed his mouth back over the cock, bringing more low, sustained moans from Jake as the squirming, wet tongue caressed the sensitive prickhead, rolling over and over it, running back and forth across the broad, super-sensitive base of the cock.
Mike slid the palms of his hands across Jake's writhing butt, marveling again at the firm musculature, nearly hairless and so slick and smooth thanks to their earlier shower. He pulled Jake against his face, pulling the whole of his throbbing cock once again into his hot throat. Then, he released him once more to let all but the raging knob escape again. In and out, again and again, then yet again. He delved the tip of his probing tongue into the pouty piss lips, flicking and fucking it gently to taste the droplets of precum and semen that were already forcing themselves out into the world. Jake continued to groan in ecstasy. Seldom had he felt anything approaching this incredible blowjob that sent super sensations surging through his taut, collegiate torso. Jake was no stranger to hot sex with guys. Maybe he was just turned on a bit more than usual by the added thrill of doing it right here in the dorm shower where there still was a remote chance of getting caught in the act. Maybe it was just the fact he hadn't cum in more than a week, thanks to a hectic schedule of classes and corps activities. Whatever the reasons, he felt like his body was going to explode tonight. He writhed about, glorying in the feeling of Mike's hands on his asscheeks as one finger slowly probed its way into his man crack. Only recently had Jake gotten into ass play in a big way, and he had loved it. Previously, he had always been the one cramming his big fingers up some guy's hot hole while sucking or jerking him off. But since summer Marine camp, Jake had discovered the pleasures of having one or two fingers rammed up his manhole while one buddy finished sucking him off and a third guy had worked over his feverish tits with his hot mouth and expert hands. He hadn't taken a dick up the ass yet, but he was certainly willing to try, providing he could find just the right guy to do it to him. And one who would let him return the favor. He certainly imagined it would be equally as thrilling to be able to plunge his hard man rammer up another guy's hot hole until both of them were squirming with lust and shooting their cum wads everywhere.
Suddenly, the tip of one of Mike's fingers found its mark and pushed its way into Jake's tight, spasming fuck hole. Jake gasped as this new delight rocketed through him. His prick surged and swelled in Mike's mouth. At first, Mike thought he had gone too far and that Jake would soon be flooding his sucking cavern with a generous load of creamy man sauce. He quickly backed off on the suction and ass poking, contenting himself to merely hold Jake's pulsing rod in his mouth while only slowly rotating his finger in the slowly loosening manhole. He won the battle. Jake's nuts, which had begun to pull dangerously close to his body in the anticipated prelude to orgasm, eased back down into the silky folds of their scrotal sack. Mike took that opportunity to work them over slowly, gently, with his other hand. He rolled the heavy nuts, one at a time, between his thumb and forefinger, marveling at their smooth shape and size, almost as large as small lemons, hanging now a good two inches below the hard root of Jake's erection. It was evident Jake didn't shave his balls, but the covering of hair was so light and fine as to be almost invisible except to one who was intimately examining his crotch with an experienced tongue and fingers.
Mike pulled completely off the hard prick now and turned his attention to these boiling cum makers. He laved his tongue under the silky sack; pushing the balls up so they spilled across his stiff, wet tongue. He suckled each nut, twirling it in his mouth, caressing it with his slick tongue, as if searching each nut's surface for any flaws but finding none. He pulled gently on the sack, trying vainly to push both into his mouth simultaneously but giving up when he realized their size was too much for him. Jake continued to moan and groan in appreciation.
"Oh yeah, stud, suck those hot nuts! Yeah, get that tongue down there and do me, buddy. Yeah, that's it---love that hot tongue action on my balls. Those balls love to feel that hot tongue working them over. Oh man, is that good---aw fuck yeah, buddy! Aw, shit..oh man, that is sooo good. Don't stop, please!"
But as much as Mike was enjoying this ball-worship and as much as Jake begged him to keep it going, Mike knew that their luck might soon run out and someone else might stagger in drunk that night and interrupt their hot sex play. He reluctantly pulled off the two steaming orbs and returned to the main course---Jake's pounding prick that continued to tower above him, angled toward the ceiling. Mike reached up, pulling the cock down and in to his hungry mouth. He began pistoning up and down the rigid stalk of the big prick with a ball-busting rhythm now, his tongue continuing to tickle the ridge of the cock's sensitive underside. He knew from experience that most guy's really got off on this stroke, and he wanted to ensure that this was one of the best, ball-busting orgasms Jake had ever enjoyed. He was going to do his best to be sure Jake would be back for more, regardless of what mixed feelings he might have regarding Corps and military regulations and the overall morals of society. As long as both of them were super-careful as to when and where they got it on, they could keep this up until Jake had graduated and moved on into the Marine Corps full-time. Heck, maybe even afterwards, if he were stationed somewhere near Texas A&M, Mike thought.
Jake felt Mike's tongue working over his cock, licking at the thick head, sending thrill after thrill crashing through his body. That mouth on his dick felt so good---so good. His mind reeled, his heartbeat rapidly increased, his whole body surged with lust, fueled by the intense sensations raging so fiercely through his groin thanks to the expert cocksucking he was receiving from this horny freshman cadet. Mike gripped the base of Jake's thick piece of meat and his tongue slipped around and around the head of that dick, slithering again and again around the rim of the helmet of his finely cut piece of meat. Jake was sure his balls were going to explode. The tongue was doing double-time on his cockhead now, twirling and slurping at his rod. He began to thrust his hips forward, trying to drive more and more of his cock deeper and deeper into Mike's hungrily sucking throat. Mike once again began thrusting his middle finger back up into Jake's tight asshole, thrusting and twisting the digit into the dark recesses of that finely tuned bubble butt. Jake responded by squeezing his anal muscles so tight around the finger that Mike thought it might snap in two. God, what would it take to be able to slide his cock up into an asshole that tight? Mike wondered fleetingly.
Mike continued to squeeze the base of Jake's cock while plunging his finger up his hole as fast and as deep as possible. Jake kept rhythmically thrusting his hips into Mike's face, adding to the building thrills both of them were feeling. Mike's own cock had never lost a bit of its hardness since he'd kneeled down to service Jake's cock. It continued to bounce and sway in short, throbbing motions between his legs, drooling gobs of clear precum that ran untouched from his enlarged piss slit down the strong shaft to his hot nuts. Some of the juice lingered there, but other droplets weighted by the unending stream of lube and aided by the lack of hair on his shaved balls dripped stickily down to the tile floor, forming a small puddle between his feet.
Mike sensed that Jake's climax was nearing and quickly released the base of Jake's cock and instead reached up to his midsection. He lingered momentarily over the hard abs that were now expanding and contracting as Jake's blood pressure and sexual tension mounted. He stroked the classic six-pack a few more times, loving the way Jake's sweat had now built up a fine sheen of slickness that aided his caresses, then moved higher to latch onto his hard left nipple. Using his finger and thumb, he began rolling and tugging the man tit, alternating between quick, harsh pinching and smooth, gentle strokes. Either way, Jake reacted with grunts and moans of satisfaction and appreciation.
All the while, Mike continued to work his head back and forth on the oversized sausage that was threatening to blow its cap anytime now. Jake had now grabbed hold of his own heavy hung balls, now pulling tighter and closer to his body, cupping those hot gonads as Mike slipped back and forth along his shaft, sucking his dick in and out of his mouth. He pushed his meat forward, driving his mancock deeper and deeper into Mike's mouth, forcing his cock all the way down his throat at times. Mike nearly choked, but fought the urge to gag and continued to suck and swirl his tongue as he gasped for air each time his head moved back from the heavy shaft. Jake's rod somehow swelled ever larger, threatening to break out of the smooth skin that covered the steely shaft. Mike knew this was it. He doubled his suction, but slowed his pistoning head and plunging finger. He wanted to torture Jake by denying him his orgasm for as long as possible. And even when he came, he wanted to draw it out as long as he could, knowing from experience that this would drive Jake (or any other man) absolutely insane with pleasure. It worked. Jake's rhythmic moaning became one long, drawn out groan as his balls sucked up tightly to his body and his body tightened like a bowstring. Every muscle was pulled taut, each vein on his legs and arms stood out in stark contrast to his smooth, tanned skin. He shook with the intensity of the moment. It was the moment they had both been working hard to achieve, but now neither of them truly wanted to reach it. But the inevitable orgasm couldn't be stopped now.
By now, Mike's sucking had stopped almost completely. His tongue kept up a slow, tortuous twirling around the helmet head. Mike could sense the incredible tension even here as the cock rod swelled and shook in his mouth. He gave one final, hard thrust of his finger up Jake's butt, punching his prostate one more time. That did it.
Suddenly, Jake's huge rod exploded. He fired jolt after jolt after steamy jolt of white-hot cum into the back of Mike's greedily sucking throat. Mike drank it down as fast as he could, then quickly pulled off the cock and pulled his finger out of Jake's clenching butt cheeks. He grasped the surging, shooting rod and kept tugging and tweaking Jake's nipples. He squeezed and pumped the throbbing cock, pointing it down to spray its oversized load onto his chest and stomach. The white wads of creamy clumps of mancum continued to spurt and spray from the shooting shaft. Jake's head exploded, too. His blood rocketed through his system and the sensations racked through him as if his entire guts would be spurted out of his body through his shooting penis along with his randy mancum.
Each spurt was marked by audible chants of "Ugh!" from Jake as he continued to milk and tug at his own balls. Mike noted that Jake had quickly jammed his own fingers up his ass when Mike had pulled out. As Jake kept plunging fingers up his butt and tugging on his roiling nads, Mike kept working on the spurting cock, showering himself with hot wads of cum that landed in hard, sticky streamers across the fine black hairs that lightly covered his chest and stomach. The cock just kept on spurting, shooting a seemingly endless supply of semen all over the place. Mike couldn't believe how much cum there was. The starchy smell of it permeated the damp air, intoxicating Mike with its manly aroma. He kept up a slow, steady pump action on the surging shaft until the hard volleys of cum finally slowed, becoming strong trickles of creamsauce that oozed steadily out of the swollen cockhead. Now the creamy cum streamed onto the tile floor between them, mixing with the small puddle of Mike's precum.
Jake's body shook spasmodically as the relentless surging and shooting of his cock slowly subsided. His breathing, though still heavy, slowed a bit. The tension gradually eased from his frame, his body moving into the sweet afterglow of recovery. Mike gingerly milked the last few drops from his now deflating prick, teasing Jake a bit as the super-sensitivity of post-orgasm overcame him and he feebly attempted to push Mike's hand away from his cock. Satisfied that he had accomplished all that he could for this time, Mike released the cock and leaned back on his heels, then slowly rose to his feet. His own cock continued to bob and sway stiffly in front of him, no more than an inch or so away from Jake's slowly shrinking hardon.
Jake's eyes were still closed, but he slowly opened them and looked at Mike. He glanced down at the long, white streamers of his cum that were slowly, stickily working their way down Mike's chest. He looked at the puddle of cum and precum that had pooled around their feet, then looked back into Mike's eyes. Mike waited, unsure how this stud senior, a Marine cadet determined to make a career out of the military, would react. He didn't have to wait long.
A thin smile creased the corners of Jake's mouth and Mike saw complete acceptance in Jake's eyes. It was going to be okay. Jake wasn't going to run from the shower room. And Mike was 95 percent sure there would be a return engagement in store for them. But first things first--- what about his raging hardon, he wondered?
Again, he didn't have long to wait. Almost before the question had crossed his mind, Jake had reached out with both hands and had begun to capture the cooling cum that had sprayed across Mike's chest. He wiped it onto the palms of his hands, then reached up and began rubbing the juicy jism into Mike's nipples. Mike groaned in appreciation. Man, did he love tit-play! Jake continued to twirl and work his tits, using the creamy cum as lubricant, making them slick and wet. Jake reached down to Mike's eight-inch shaft, throbbing and pulsing, and slowly wrapped both hands around the stiff rod, spreading his still warm mansauce along the turgid tube. When he realized he might not have enough lube to cover the entire piece and his balls, too, Jake stooped down, scooped up cum from the puddle on the floor and then turned back to finish coating the cock with a generous layer of his senior spray.
Mike was really getting off on this. He had been more than ready to shoot his wad since before he'd started sucking off Jake. And now, Jake's approach with cum as lubricant was driving him quickly to orgasm. He couldn't believe his luck. He knew he wasn't the best- looking guy on campus, but maybe just being aggressive and available when it counted was enough to get you what you wanted.
Jake kept working on his cock, slicking the cum along the hard rod, milking the shaft back and forth, back and forth, jacking Mike closer and closer to ecstasy. Mike moaned, appreciatively, then reached up to tweak and play with his own tits. He was really turning on to this scene. But then Jake surprised him by knocking his hands off his tits, grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him around so that his butt was pressed against Jake's crotch and chest. Jake kept an arm around him, holding him chest-high. He reached down with the other hand and began jacking off Mike's cock with smooth, steady strokes. His hard, muscled framed pressed tightly against Mike's backside. Mike could feel the rippling body rubbing against him and it turned him on incredibly. That, combined with the sexy stroking Jake was giving him, would certainly boil his nuts, Mike thought.
Jake soon released his grip on Mike's chest and reached down to work over the freshman's hot nuts. The liberal use of Jake's cum kept the heady, starchy aroma in the air that further excited Mike. Three scents were guaranteed to give Mike a raging hardon: swimming pool chlorine, locker rooms and the starchy smell of mancum. The reasons for the first two are stories for another time, but tonight, the overwhelming smell of Jake's cum thrilled Mike beyond belief. He leaned back and gave himself over to Jake's ministrations. Jake played with his nuts and then moved up to his tits, tugging and tweaking them just as Mike had done to his own. He kept up this teasing man play while all the while pumping steadily on Mike's raging hardon.
Mike's cock wasn't as thick as Jake's, but it was still a good, solid eight inches long and thick enough that Jake's hand could barely close around it as he stroked it. Its surface was heavily veined, its foreskin loose and rolled back, revealing the glans, still shiny even in the dim light of the shower room. The cock's color was a little lighter than Jake's and the balls were hanging low in their wrinkled, hair-free sack. Usually, Mike's scrotum was studded with wiry, black pubic hair. But now, only his crotch was matted with the dark hair, smeared almost flat by the globs of mansauce Jake had rubbed into it.
Jake gripped the thick hardon, stroking the hot meat insistently. With his other hand, he continued to fondle and stroke the heavy balls, weighing them in their hairless pouch as though trying to determine how much cream they might contain. It wouldn't be long before they both found out the answer! Soon, they'd both know, as the hot cream would be fountaining out in large spurts to splatter all over the tiled shower room. Mike had enjoyed some fun circle jerks and jerk off contests as a kid in junior high and high school, especially at summer church camp. He knew he could shoot a big wad, especially when he hadn't cum in more than three days, as was the case tonight.
His broad, hair-covered chest with brownish nipples that stood up at attention began to move with excitement as his breathing increased as he got closer and closer to nirvana. Jake reached up and pinched one of his tits with his thumb and forefinger, grinding his fingernails into the solid, but softly yielding flesh. The sensations tingled right through Mike and jolted his roiling gonads. They began to draw slowly up toward the base of his throbbing cock. His balls were ready to release their hot, overdue load of mancum. His juicy jism couldn't be held back any longer.
Jake beat his cock harder than before, whipping his hard fist back and forth over its smooth, marble-hard surface. Sweat poured from Jake's face onto Mike's shoulder, mixing with Mike's own perspiration, creating streams that ran down his hairy chest and into his matted crotch. Jake paused every now and then to moisten his fist with more of the sweat and cum that had collected on Mike's chest. He would then redouble his efforts on Mike's hardon, jacking the hard prick with measured strokes, slowly but surely building up the intensity of pleasure that surged through Mike's body. His jerking fist moved faster and faster, borne along easily by the slick wetness formed from the sweat, his cum and Mike's precum that now was oozing from his cock at a steady pace, signaling the end was near.
Mike's hips gave out with little bucking movements, his firm ass cheeks dimpling and twisting on reflex to the excitement coursing through his veins. Mike began to breathe heavily now, feeling the surging heat of passion building up in his groin, flowing through his chest and pounding in his head. He was completely overcome with the excitement and passion of his contact with Jake. Having this super stud squeezing his body against him, stroking off his cock while working overtime on his tits---who could ask for anything better than this??! He groaned deep in his throat. Jake twisted his cock with a corkscrew motion, giving Mike agonizing thrills of ecstasy, driving him crazy with lust. The room was filled with the tangy aroma of two studs in heat. The scent of sexuality filled Mike with desire and almost insane passion. His knees almost gave out now. The hand moved faster and faster over his throbbing, pulsating prick. Mike couldn't stand it. He wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so badly, but part of him wanted to stop, to delay this volcano for another moment, if possible.
"Slowly, please," begged Mike. "Do it slower---I like to be teased and tortured to orgasm. Make me beg for it---please. Make it last---make me beg for it." His voice trailed off into a slow, long moan of pleasure as Jake quickly complied with his request. His pounding fist slowed to a crawl, barely inching back and forth on the swollen, overworked cock rod. Mike trembled and shook, his body totally caught up in the orgasmic cataclysm that was about to engulf him. The tweaking of his tits continued unabated, which was fine. That shot greater pulses of passion rocketing through his veins and into his crotch, building his orgasm to an unbelievable height now.
Jake continued his relentless stroking, very slowly jacking the tube back and forth, truly torturing Mike in the best way possible, drawing out his orgasm to a mind-blowing finish. Mike threw back his head, closed his eyes, and gave himself over to the overwhelming sensations racking through him. He didn't care what happened next. Everything was cock---cock---cock---cum---cum---cum. That's all he concentrated on now.
Jake sensed the end was near, as he felt how tight Mike's nuts were against his cockroot. He smiled, and began coaxing Mike to a climax. "Yeah, come on, buddy. Get those rocks off. Get that cum out of those balls, stud. Let's see you shoot your stuff, freshman. Show me that hot cum-let's see that hot cumspray. Show what you've got. Let's see if you measure up or not---see what kind of hot Corps band boy you really are. Gonna milk that cock dry, just like you did mine. Come on, buddy---shoot it!"
Precum was drooling in a steady stream from the open lips at the head of Mike's prick now, pooling and dripping to the tile floor. Mike threw back his head, closed his eyes tightly and let go. Suddenly, before he was ready for it, the boiling semen came racing up from his overworked nuts, rocketing up through his swollen urethra and spurting hard and full from his pounding cockhead. Jake's incremental jacking motion ceased completely now, and he watched admiringly as Mike's cock continued to spurt and spray with abandon without any further urging from him at all.
The first wad spurted out hard and fast, landing about three feet in front of them. Jake pulled the cock straight up, as if it aiming it at both his face and Mike's, and the subsequent loads began to rapidly fire and spurt up, some splattering noisily on Mike's chest, one wad just missing Jake's face and dropping instead on his hand that was working Mike's tits. Again and yet again, he shot, his balls aching with the joy of release. He couldn't believe how much cum continued to pour from those manly reservoirs. He hadn't shot like this in a while, and he knew he had Jake to thank for it. The creamy spermsauce continued to pump out, albeit in much smaller shots now, juicy jism that poured out and over the top of his cockhead and slid sexily down the shaft and onto Jake's covering fist. Jake periodically squeezed the rod, eliciting groans and moans of pleasure from Mike and forcing additional huge globs of starchy-smelling mancum to squirt up the tube and drizzle down the fist and shaft. Much of the cum puddled in Mike's already matted pubic hair that crowned his pumping cock.
Mike's body shook uncontrollably and he would have collapsed to the floor if not for the sturdy arm support from Jake. His mind exploded with fireworks, the thrill of absolute orgasmic ecstasy roared through his body in never-ending cycles. But finally, he slowly regained control of his senses, his cum rate slowed to a faint trickle and his cock began to soften a bit, very little really, in Jake's tight grasp. Jake continued to support Mike's body with the other hand while easing his hold on the deflating cock. Mike's strength began to return and his legs steadied enough to support himself once again. His breathing slowed to a more normal rate. He reached down, shook his cock once and squeezed out the remaining traces of his orgasmic onslaught.
He turned to face Jake, who by now had moved to the showerhead and had already begun to clean off the remains of their torrid encounter. Mike began to do the same. Neither cadet said a word to the other. It wasn't necessary. They both knew what had happened and why, and they both knew they had no problem with it. But they both knew the protocol of the Corps of Cadets and they knew that now they must revert to it and conduct themselves accordingly. Mike was okay with that. He was okay with everything! Coming to Texas A&M, with its thousands of hunky studs everywhere, especially in the Corps of Cadets, was like a dream come true for him. He laughed to himself, for he just realized that all the incredible rapture of the past hour or so was due to one thing, really: Jake's ill advised attack on a skunk in a rainstorm.
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