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This story contains descriptions of sexual activity adults and is for adult eyes only. The acts are consensual and are a result of their lust for one another.
"Matt Needs It", Part 2
So Matt and I just drank more beer and I went home. I think I probably jacked off 3 times that night before bed, knowing that academy started at 0700 hrs with PT and a run. I didn't care though, I was in this weird state of mind. Ya know what, I was just plain freaked out. I was horny for his cock again, but then I was freaked out as to what tomorrow would bring. How would we react seeing one another again? What would he say?
The alarm rang at about 0530 and I snoozed until 0620. I got out of bed and got into my track pants quickly and put on my sweatshirt. I looked quickly in the mirror and thought, my god, what the fuck was I thinking last night. I knew Matt didn't drink enough beer to forget this. I thought about calling in sick, but I knew I couldn't. My instructor would eat me alive if I did that. My stomach hurt as I drove to the academy. I got out and saw his car parked already, shit, I thought, he's here.
I just made it before 0700 and took my spot on the floor. PT about killed me today. I just got into a mode I guess and didn't even think about it, but I noticed that Matt wasn't looking over at me. It was like I wasn't here trying to touch my toes. I sat there a second and thought about it.
"SMITH!!" Yeah, sorry for the fake last name, but it works for here. "What the fuck are you doing, taking a nap??"
I was brought to attention quickly and replied, "No SIR"
"Then what are you doing? The rest of us are busting our ass while your sitting there. Do you think that if one of us were getting our ass kicked that you would be sitting on the ground doing nothing?"
"SIR, NO SIR"
"Down and give me 50!"
Those were the worst 50 pushups I had to do. I was humiliated and I knew I wasn't being a "team player" as they preached to us every day. I looked over at Matt who was laughing his ass off at me. That cost us both.
"JOHNSON! (Matts last name) What the hell do we have here, a love affair?? EYES FRONT!"
That made me laugh inside, and I was like ya, take that bitch.
After our run we came back inside for our daily defensive tactics lessons. This phase was really kicking our ass, but passing the first phase yesterday made us all feel better. This was the first time I was face to face with Matt, and we hardly spoke. It was hard to do it, but I had to look him in the eye for the training. He just had a normal look on his face, not the usual fun look.
And then as the morning went on I noticed more and more that he was really hitting me. Hard. Harder than normal. Training is 50% of the normal force of a hit or less for effective mindset. I would say that he was hitting me with about 70%, and then 85%. It was starting to piss me off, and i'm not a pussy when it comes to this stuff. I started to give it back. I was like, fuck you dick, i'll hit you with all I got. It got pretty ugly.
"SMITH, JOHNSON!"
We both stopped and looked up.
"Does that look like 50% to you JOHNSON!?"
I looked and I had a very red and scraped up arm from the rubber baton.
"What the hell are you two doing?"
We just looked at eachother and then just said we will go easy. I knew what was going on. Matt was pissed at himself or something for letting last night happen. Fuck him, he wanted it, and so did I. If he had a problem with it then too bad.
The rest of the day went a bit easier. We broke for lunch, but we shook hands firmly at the end of the class. We went to lunch together and sat together as usual. We barely spoke though. It was very awkward.
Afternoon classes went fine. I just listened to the instructors and watched the slides blindly. Not really paying attention. After class I got up and practically ran to my car to avoid Matt. Matt wasn't going to let that happen.
"Jay, dude, wait up" Matt said.
"Yah?"
"Sorry man."
I knew what he was talking about but i'm all about confrontation so I said fuck it.
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry I was goin all rough on you dude. I had to prove to myself that you weren't some pussy faggot. I was right, yer still a tough bro."
I, being the smart ass I am and thinking maybe things could go back to normal and we could get past this, said "You just want me to suck your cock again"
I really thought it would be the last time we talked about it, or he would go back to our normal joking and come back with something good.
"Fuckin right I do. And you are gonna suck me off whenever I want it." And then he did something I will regret. He opened his phone and showed me the pic of me with my cock hard and cum in my hand. Then he showed me another pic, one that I didn't hear him take. Me....EATING MY CUM!!
I was floored. Totally floored. I started to get hard right there in my track pants. My head started to swim.
"Dude, don't get a woody right here. Just clean up and come over for a beer later."
Later that afternoon he texted me with a message and a photo file attatched. I opened it to see the pic of me eating my load and I shivered. The message said:
"THINK I SHOULD SEND THIS TO ANYONE?"
I was really pissed off. I was horrified. But what did he have to prove? He knew I was going to suck his cock if he ever wanted it again. I was as sure of a thing as you could get.
I arrived later at his house with a six pack of Miller Lite. I knocked on the door and he opened it. He looked really hot. He was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt with sandalds and a backwards ballcap, and he was already carrying a bottle of beer, half gone.
Perfect, isn't it? Getting you hard thinking about it? ME TOO!
As I came in and walked around the house with him I noticed that I could see the outline of his cock head through his shorts. He was free ballin! It was bouncin around and I was looking now and then. I couldn't NOT look.
We drank and watched Hockey on TV and just BS'ed as the evening went by. We talked about academy and where we wanted to go after. We talked about our firearms and how much we were going to love that part of the class coming up.
Then he looked over at me and locked onto my eyes. He then said something that I will never forget.
"You know, I'm not a faggot, and I would never touch a dudes shit. But you gave me one hell of a blowjob last night. I want that again. Be a good faggot and suck me off."
I was stoked! I got on my knees in front of him and waited. I felt like an idiot when he said, "Good faggots do all the work while I sit her and drink my beer"
I thought to myself, FUCKING DUH!
I took his shorts at his waistband and pulled them down a bit slowly, his cock popped out and was semi hard. I rested the waistband under his balls and just started to suck his cock. I thought that he would want me to give him a quick hot blowjob like last night. I was wrong.
"Look bitch, I know you want my cock, I saw you looking at it all day, and I know you want my cum. I know you liked every drop of it, but this is my cock, and you are going to suck it the way I want you to. ANd you are gonna suck it good and long tonight."
Music to my ears.
I slowed down and started to suck and lick at his cock. I then went on his freshly shaven ballz, which were not as picky as last night. He shaved for me and I was really turned on by that. I sucked his cock long and sloppy and slow for what must have been 30 minutes. He just moaned and grunted, talking shit the whole time. "suck it fag", "that's right bitch, deepthroat it", "you like that cock don't you slut"
Then he pushed my head up off his cock. "Alright fag, its time to turn up the heat a bit. Get the fuck down on your back and close your eyes."
I could hear him take off his shorts and then felt him straddle my chest. Next I felt his balls on my mouth and instinctively started to lick them.
"Like that faggot?"
"MMMMMMM MMMMMM"
He then started to smack his cock on my face and rub it all around.
"You're a dirtly little faggot arent you?"
I just kept licking.
"Say it faggot! Tell me you are a dirty little faggot"
I just looked at him blankly.
He then smacked my face and said "SAY IT BITCH!"
I said it and he grinned.
"Tell me you will do anything I tell you to do."
I said "I will do anything you tell me"
"Anything you tell me, WHAT?"
"Anything you tell me, SIR!"
"Good Faggot"
Then he stuck his cock in my mouth and started to face fuck me. Deep. So deep I started to gag.
"Fag, your teeth are getting in my way. Lay up on the couch with your head over the arm rest"
I did that, and I knew what was coming. It put my mouth and throat in alignment and he had a better aim straight down my throat. He started to force his cock into my mouth more and more until I gagged. He would get it right to the point of gagging me and cutting off my air and I did all I could to breathe through my nose.
"Fuck you! Take that cock", he then reached around and plugged my nose.
I couldn't breathe, I started to push him back and scoot down on the couch away from him.
"Pussy!" He laughed, "I knew you couldn't take the whole fuckin cock. I can't beleive that shit."
"I want to take it." I said in a begging voice.
He smacked me again and said "WHAT?"
"I want to take it all sir."
He put his cock back in my mouth and gave me more. He face fucked me in the position for a while and then he caught me touching my cock.
"Fag, I told you, don't ever touch your cock, I don't want to see your shit or even know you are getting hard from this."
He grinned at me. "But ya know what, take it out, but don't jack it."
I knew better. I had a face full of cock again and my cock was out for him to see...but I couldn't figure out why. Then it hit me. SMACK His had came down on my cock and it fucking hurt more than you will ever know. I wanted to die.
"Now fag boy, if you touch your cock again unless I tell you to you'll get it worse. Got me?"
All I could do was let out a MMMPHH, and he was back to face fucking me. I was helpless.
SMACK I felt another smack on my cock. "What the fuck are you hard for bitch, is this fun for you. YOu have tears coming out of your eyes, pussy."
Then he actually grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. I was so shocked I about shot the mother load right there. Then he did the unthinkable. He squeezed my cock as hard as he could. It felt good somewhat but then hurt at the same time. I didn't know what to do, cum or scream in pain.
"Yeah, take that faggot, you like your cock to hurt?"
He then started face fucking me faster and faster. I knew he was getting close.
"Ah, fuck, i'm gonna cum!" He pulled out of my mouth for a brief second and jerked a rope of cum that shot over my face and onto my shirt. THen he put his cock back in deep and I felt it shoot hard down my throat.
"Yeah, take that shit down, swallow that fuck stuff!" I just sucked and sucked until his jerking and grunting stopped. He must have shot about 3 good shots of cum, and then dribbled the rest that was easy to swallow.
"Fuck yeah dude, that was hot. But you are one sick fucker for swallowin a dude's shit."
He kept his cock in my mouth and I knew to keep sucking it. I wanted to do everything I knew he liked just so I could keep him coming back to suck him. Isn't that pathetic? Maybe.....but fuck you! It was a hot cock.
He pulled his cock out of his mouth and let it rub all over my face. There was still some cum that dribbled about my face and I loved every drop.
"Sorry about your shirt dude" He grabbed it and stood back and shoved the cum soaked part of it into my mouth. "Lick my shit up, don't waste it."
Then he just stood there, straddled over my face, balls on my chin and I was stairing at his ass. Throughout the blowjob I really looked at it and I wanted to rim him out so bad. It smelled awsome, no foul odor, just a slight sweat smell that was very sweat smelling. Not much hair either. It was a perfect ass. I knew better than to just do it, I didn't want him to freak out. I didn't even know if straight guys knew what that was. So I didn't. I just took in the smell and licked his nuts.
"Well, time for a shower dude. I'm tired. Jack off and let yourself out when your done."
I was like, what the fuck?? As he walked up his stairs he said, "Oh and faggot, you know what to do with your cum, don't you?"
I nodded and jerked off. My cock still hurt, but it felt so good to finally cum. I didn't eat it though. I just got up let my shirt soak it up and left!! I won't lie to you and tell you how big of a load I shot, it was a good one, but not as much as last night. On the drive home I couldn't beleive what we had done tonight. My cock was so sore I didn't want to jack off again. Ever.
I couldn't wait to see what happens next.
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