The Anuvirus - Chapter Eight
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The Anuvirus -- Chapter eight
Although in civilian clothes, an unmistakable jarhead marched into JJ's office. Captain Juan Gonzalez (he still liked to be called by his rank) was a massive bull, no facial hair, 6"2' and in his early 50's. He had that commanding demeanor the marines never loose in their life. They know that they are the Alpha wolf in the pack and they are proud of it. The Captain's black eyes would pierce your skin when he looked at you and you would feel compelled to lower your gaze, to show him respect. His figure was also quite imposing. The strong jawline, the massive neck, the wide shoulders, the strong arms, the V-shaped torso, the perky muscular butt, the slender but muscular legs, the big feet: everything in him was screaming raw power, even under the disguise of a unremarkable dark grey suit, white shirt and black tie.
"Hi, Captain, thank you for coming so quickly to my office." JJ greeted his colleague. "Always a pleasure to see you JJ. What can I do for you today?" responded Mr. Gonzalez in a very deep, sexy voice, staring inquisitively at the other three men in the room "Please have a seat here with us and let me introduce you my friends here. This is Dr. Buck Jennsen, entomologist, Dr. Mark Romano, MD and Dr. Glenn O'Brien, pathologist. They all work at that renowned university a couple of hours north of here. The recently contacted me for a quite complicated situation they are experiencing after the Dr. Jennsen's recent return from an entomological expedition in Africa. We thought we might need your expertise and assistance in certain matters related to this situation."
The former captain's senses were at red alert: JJ sounded very vague and secretive, which is quite unusual for him. Besides, he was feeling uncomfortably warm, from inside, from his guts. `And what's that fucking delicious smell I sense? Why am I getting horny, for God's sake???' Juan was wandering. "But before we go into more details ..." JJ continued "... me and the boys need a coffee break. If I recall correctly, Juan, you like yours black and strong, right? The coffee, I mean." `What a sneaky bastard is JJ turning into!' Buck jiggled to himself and added loudly "Don't we all like it that way, JJ? Black and strong is the best!"
The captain's uneasiness continued to grow. He had a fat 7 inches slab of cut meat threatening to rip apart his loose white boxers but there was no pussy around to justify that type of arousal! JJ stood up to go to the coffee machine and brew a fresh pot. He passed behind Juan's chair and firmly put a hand on the captain's broad shoulders: "You look very fit lately, captain. Have you changed your exercise routine as I suggested you?" JJ mischievously said, squeezing his colleague's right shoulder. That touch caused chills to the increasingly confused marine who was also starting to sweat copiously. "And look at that very smart suit!" commented viciously Buck "It fits you like a glove and makes you look so handsome and smart. Is that Italian made? Stand up. Let me see better. I may want to buy me one, you know, for those special occasions! Stand up for me, please." Juan's mind was really out of function, at this point, and almost in a trance state he stood up, not even realizing the big bulge he was flashing to the other guys in the room. Buck approached him and his hand started to roam all over the marine's jacket, pretending to assess the quality of the fabric and of the manufacture, while squeezing his muscular arms and his pecs. "This is a really, really fine fabric, so soft. And look at the craftsmanship. Only Italians can do such great tailoring, right Mark?" "You bet your ass, bro. It is in fact true that Italians do it better!" slyly responded Mark who was now on Juan's other side, sliding his hand on the former marine's back, from the shoulders all the way down to the little, muscular ass. Juan wasn't understanding shit anymore: he was just lost in the pleasure those roaming hands were giving him, so intoxicated by the exotic perfume these two guys had on. In a brief moment of lucidity, he realized that he, a straight as an arrow former US marine captain, was about to come in his pants in front of three strangers and a coworker because of the caresses of two beefy men! And the funny thing is: he didn't care! All he wanted was that they never stop touching him. Yet, when Buck started to check craftsmanship of the inseam of the trousers by slowly moving his strong hand from the knee up along the inner thigh towards the crotch, everybody knew disaster was about to happen. As soon the back of Buck's hand brushed against the captain's fabric-covered testicles, Juan gasped and moaned and he deposited a hefty amount of Latino baby batter in his white boxers.
The four conspirators were grinning, acknowledging that their devious plan of making Captain Gonzalez one of their brothers was on its way to success. On the contrary, Juan was completely aghast and lost. With a trembling voice he asked JJ if he could use his private bathroom: "I may be coming down with something, because I feel very hot and I need to splash some water on my face." "Feel free to splash whatever you want, captain. Fresh towels are under the sink." JJ viciously responded.
One the perks of JJ's prominent position at the research center was that his very large corner office came with an en-suite, four-piece bathroom. Juan went in, he hanged his jacket on a hook on the door, loosened his tie and, bending over the sink, he put his whole head under the flow of very cold water. This brought him a little back to senses, enough so that he could have the capacity to face his next task: check the harm in his trousers and do also some damage control. So, he loosened his belt and dropped his pants. Juan could only remember a couple of times when he was in his teen that he had come so much. His white boxers shorts were completely drenched. He took a small hand towel and he soaked it with warm water. Luckily, he used to shave his pubes so the cleanup of his groin was a little easier. As Juan was proceeding in his damage-control activities, he heard a loud knock in the door and a millisecond later Buck barged into the bathroom. "Sorry, captain, but I need to take a piss, really, really bad. Do you mind if I go now? I'm sure that with all those years in the military you've seen guys pissing in front of you all the time. Right? Oh, by the way, nice shaved `pinga' you have there, captain. What is it? A good seven-incher?" Buck commented while already standing in front of the toilet opening his fly up. Juan was red in embarrassment, having been caught wiping off cum from his groin, but this feeling was immediately replaced by awe as soon as Buck extracted his piton from his pants. `What a superb piece of meat! I never seen anything like this and I've seen hundreds of dicks in the barracks' Juan thought but he immediately wandered `Captain Juan Rodrigo Gonzalez, what the hell is going on with you? You're a soldier, you like pussy, stop acting like a faggot and stop staring at that yummy, so suckable dick. Esto no es bueno para nada!' But as he was thinking this, Buck started to jerk and squeeze his dick to shake off the last pee drops. And Juan lost it! With his trousers and boxers still around his ankles, he dropped on his knees in front of Buck and buried his face in the blonde pubes, inhaling the musky, exotic aroma, more potent than any popper he had ever tried before. Juan stuck his tongue out and started to lap those sweaty, lemon-size balls. The sweat, the OoG, was being consumed. Captain Juan Rodrigo Gonzalez was turning into a fierce power bottom! He started to feel ravenous, hungry for a big fat cock up his butt. One of his hands traveled to his back and Juan was surprised to find a throbbing, fully open hole, oozing a grease-like substance: three of his thick fingers went in like nothing and what a joy he felt when he started to wiggle them inside him! Juan knew exactly what he had to do. He pulled Buck's jeans and briefs down to his ankle and he knocked him over down to the floor.
As he was starting to plug the monster cock in and ride his new acquaintance as a wild bronco, Juan noticed that Mr. Romano, Mr. O'Brien and JJ had also come in the bathroom and they all had the fucking big dicks out of their flies, furiously masturbating each other. Juan didn't care less. In it went the big meat log and the furious ride began. The amazed captain was moaning and squawking non-sense in Spanish "Ahí, que rica pinga. Pónmela en el culo, por favor. Dámela, madre de dios, Dámela! Si, que rico. Follame por favor. FOLLAME HARD!" Mark was concerned that all this shouting bullshit in Spanish could be heard from the outside of the office and with no other intent but to avoid this danger (yeah, sure, no other plans for sure), he stepped closer to the fucking couple and proceeded to plug the captain's mouth with his majestic Italian sausage. "Hey, guys, we should investigate more into what these boys learn in the marine basic training, `cause this one is a fucking pro at sucking dick!" Mark exclaimed surprised at the slurping and deep-throating skills of his Latino friend who was going down on him like there was no tomorrow, all the while not missing a bit of his crazy bronco cock-ride. The royal oral treatment that his meat was receiving was naturally bringing much enjoyment to Mark which resulted in an overproduction of sweet precum. As his friend's cock was well lodged into Juan's throat, the sweet liquid poured in abundance into the captain's belly. Juan immediately felt a warm wave running from his guts to his cock and balls: as the NoG was being ingested, the former marine was turning into a power top. He snatched the Italian sausage out of his mouth, grabbed Mark's hips and turned him around so that his ass was now facing him. He then pulled the Italian professor down onto to his newly improved cock while shouting "Ahí, cabrón, dame tu culito que te la pongo toda esta vergota!" "What the fuck!" Mark was shouting in anger: "Same ol', same ol'! Why a guy here can never get a nice head to its end! It's so fucking frustrating and it got to sto ... OOOH FUCK!!!" He couldn't complete the sentence because Juan had started drilling him like it was the richest oil well in Texas.
So now the scene in JJ's private bathroom had turned to be quite amazing. Buck was with his back on the floor, with his trousers and briefs to his ankles, seemingly being ridden by both Juan and Mark, while in fact only Juan was on his dick whereas Mark was enjoying a very hot chorizo. In any case, by the way they thrashed and howled and screamed they looked like two wild Amazons, the legendary female warriors, riding their horse to their last, bloody battle. On top of this, Glenn and JJ had approached them and now the Irish bear was standing at their side feeding his throbbing member alternatively to the Italian professor and to the marine, while JJ was squatting on Buck's face receiving a hell of a rimming job. So, basically, if someone would have entered the private bathroom at this time, he/she would have found what looked like an incoherent mass of hauling flesh and muscle. A certain "WTF!" moment!
Needless to say, no one could have lasted long in these conditions. Almost as if guided by a superior force, all five men came at the same time, filling each other's cavities with gallons of cum, the powerful CoG! The pile of flesh crumbled to the floor in a state of exhaustion and stupor. However, what they felt most was the sensation of brotherhood they had for each other and for all the men in the world. A bond was created that no god, no supernatural force or man or woman could ever have broken.
When, eventually, former Captain Juan Rodrigo Gonzalez was able to put his thoughts together, all he could do was to ask the other guys "What the fuck just happened? What the hell is going on?'