Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2014 15:56:04 -0700
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big pt11b

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Archive;'Bred Big #11b' {Mikhail Conrad} ( BB MB MM M~dog B~dog best anal) [11b!?]

To all readers: This is a continuation of a character interlude. You
probably won't be able to follow the story line without reading 11a. Just
letting you know.

This chapter is dedicated to RB who gave me the idea for SGT Ken O'Malley
and Bacchus.


PART 11b - JUSTIN'S INTERLUDE


    I didn't even blush when I heard Mitch admit that he'd checked me
out. Corporals Mike Hodges and Rob Chalmers had already had an influence on
my thinking.  Just thinking about the two army guys is what made me turn
red as the image of Bacchus fucking Hodges up the ass came into my mind.

    "Jeez Justin," Mitch said seeing me go red in the face, "I didn't mean
to get to you man."

    "It's not you or what you said Mitch," I said looking at him, "It's
something else."

    "You want to talk about it?" he asked me.

    "No, not now anyway," I replied, "Let's just enjoy the ride."

    Mitch didn't push it at all; he just let the matter drop. He was a
really cool guy. He asked me about my classes and I found out he had had
every single one of my current teachers when he was a sophomore. With that
common ground, we hit it off well, talking about them and their individual
peculiarities. We were laughing and having a good time so it seemed like no
time at all before we were turning into the private gravel road to the
Coffield farm. Mitch drove about a quarter mile down the road that
eventually led to his family's house on a hill you could see about another
mile away. But he didn't continue down that road, he took a small dirt
turn-off on the left that led around a slight hill to a small pond
surrounded by a stand of winter-bare Cottonwoods. It was a quiet and
secluded spot. Mitch pulled up to the end of the smooth dirt road to a
grassy bank looking down right over the pond, put the car in park and cut
the engine off. I gave him a questioning look.

    "Listen Justin," he began, "I want to thank you."

    "What for Mitch?" I asked.

    "You knew I had a hard-on when Hodges came up to me," he responded,
"And you covered for me man. I appreciate it.. And then you let me drive
your fuckin' hot car even though you knew I had gotten a boner from seeing
Chalmers' dick. I know you're a tenth grader, but I knew what that meant
about a guy when I was your age. So, thank you Justin, for being so cool
about it."

  Mitch just held the wheel lightly with both hands and looked straight
ahead across the pond as he talked. I unbuckled my seat belt and turned my
torso to face him. He didn't move. I saw a bead of sweat on his temple that
slowly trickled down to his cheek. It surprised me that this cool, popular,
senior, baseball team captain would be nervous talking to me, a sophomore
nobody that didn't have any close friends at school.

    "Uh..., Mitch...," I said hesitantly as he finally turned his head to
look at me, "I had major boner too, and for that matter, so did Brett."

    "You noticed that, did you?" he said with a laugh unbuckling his seat
belt, "I don't mean yours, I meant Stanton's. You're a cool guy Justin. I'm
sorry we haven't gotten to know each other before now."

    We just looked at each other for a couple of minutes. Mitch licked his
upper lip to wet it and smiled at me. I smiled back at him. There was a
definite spark of tension and excitement between us. My dick started to
swell, in less than one minute it was achingly hard and bent down in my
jeans.

    "Hey Justin?" Mitch asked quietly still eye-locked to me.

    "What?" I queried him back softly.

    "I'm rock hard again," he answered never moving his gaze.

     "Me too," I let him know.

     Suddenly the good looking senior went into action, opening the door
and jumping out.

    "Come on Justin, back seat," he said winking at me, "Move that seat as
far forward as it will go. These bucket seats are cool, but the bench seat
in the back is what we want right now I think."

    We both moved our seats all the way forward and jumped into the now
spacious back seat, pulling the doors closed behind us. Mitch was on me
like a whirlwind and I joined in with a teenage hard cock driven
lust. Quick as a wink, we both had each other stripped bare, with our
clothes all jumbled together in the front seats. Mitch grabbed me around
the neck and pulled me on top of him until our open lips met and we began a
heavy breathing tongue exploration of each other's mouth. All this time we
ground our upright rigid pricks against each other, while our balls
squirmed in their sacks getting tighter and tighter.

    I reached between us while Mitch held me passionately and put our hard
leaking rods together and stroked them rapidly up and down against each
other. Our dicks slid back and forth in my two-handed grasp and I could
feel them both throbbing for release. He broke off our kiss and put his
head back, letting out a low sex induced groan of pleasure.

    "Fuckin'-A Justin!" he said looking up at me, "Slow down man, I want to
do some exploring before we cum."

    "NO WAY!" I cried out, tensing up ready to blow, "You can explore for
the second load Mitch. I've gotta CUM! OH FUCK HERE IT GOES!"

    My cock head expanded until it was almost purple and a thick wad of cum
blasted out my piss slit to plaster Mitch under his chin and dripped down
into the hollow of his throat. Another shot got him on his left peck above
his nipple. And then he let out a cry.

    "I'M CUMMMMIN'!" he yelled out, "OHHH SHIT!"

    The baseball jock's cock erupted at the same time I let loose with my
third shot. The combined load left a thick creamy wet line of cum from the
glob already in his throat down to his navel indentation, hanging in the
hairs of his light brown thin treasure trail. I fell forward onto his chest
still jacking our gushing cocks like a mad man. Sperm ejaculated out of
both tools, pasting our stomachs together with thick, sticky, creamy
globs. We were both twitching in orgasmic euphoria, half in the floorboard,
half in the seat, moaning out our satiated lust. Mitch finally took hold of
my upper arms in a firm grip.

    "Enough Justin," he said gasping for air as his crotch jerked from the
stimulation, "Don't rub us raw man, I really want that second go round."

    I quit jacking our still erect cocks and just laid on him catching my
breath. Our chests heaved against each other and I raised my head to turn
into his neck to lick at the pooled up cum in the hollow below his Adam's
apple. On impulse, I sucked the whole wad up and holding it on my tongue,
put my lips on his and let them open for the jizz to flow down on his
mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my head pulling my head down
tightly. His mouth opened and his tongue went into my mouth to lick out all
the cock slime he could find. He swallowed it, let my head go, and smiled
up at me.

    "And here I was thinking that I was gonna have to lead you into it," he
said to me, "I'm guessing you've had some previous experience with a guy."

    "Guys, plural," I told him, "It's a confidence though, please don't
ask."

    "No prob man," he responded still smiling, "But I think I want you to
thank them for me, if it's okay."

    "I can do that," I said with a pleased laugh, "Are you sure it's okay?
I mean, you don't mind if someone else knows about what we did..., uh are
doing, oh hell, you know what I mean."

    "I'm pretty sure you and your friends, whoever they are, are damn good
at keeping a secret Justin," he said as he pushed me up and we both sat
leaning on each other, "Let's clean up this cum mess. We're covered. Then
we can get back to our fun. We're both still hard and you're making me
horny as all get out. You're a sexy guy Justin. We can use my tee shirt."

    Mitch leaned forward reaching into the front seat. I realized he was
going to wipe up all the jizz on us with his tee. I grabbed his shoulders
and yanked him back into the seat. He turned and looked at me and was on
the verge of saying something when I pushed him back and went to work on
his chest licking up the running trails of our cum.

    "I'm not going to let you waste it Mitch," I said grinning at him
between licks, "It's too good to end up in the laundry."

    I was a cum junkie from the start. I still can't seem to get my fill of
it. I guess you guys already know that about me. Anyway, back to the story.

    "Like I said," Mitch said to me laughing as I tongue bathed him, "You
sure know how to make a friend."

    We took turns lapping the cum off each other. Mitch ran his tongue into
my navel getting the last of our seed off me. I guess because I was on top
of him when we got off, the last globs of our loads ended in his pubes,
mine were still dry. I laid him back in the seat and started sucking the
final remains out of his crotch hairs, his hard cock pulse jerking into my
face the whole time. When I was sure I had gotten the last drops, I turned
my eyes up to him.

    He was lying back with his hands behind his head just watching me with
his handsome grey eyes. I took his dick in my right hand and gave it a
squeeze. I put the head in my mouth and as his mouth opened in an `O' of
feel-good reaction, I swallowed his seven plus inches to the root in one
smooth move. I guess I was showing off. The guys at the farm had spent a
whole lot of time teaching me how to do this without choking or gagging and
I wanted to see Mitch's reaction. I started swallowing which massaged the
length of his cock in my throat.

    "OH..., OH..., OH..., OH MY GOD!" Mitch cried out, "What the HELL are
you doing? THAT'S FUCKING INCREDIBLE!"

    I came off of his rod with a grin, "I was told it's called
deep-throating. Feels good doesn't it?"

    "Good doesn't even come close," he said, "Can you do it again? Can you
teach me how to do it? I always choke when a dick hits the back of my
throat."

    "Yeah, I can teach you," I told him, "But it's probably gonna take
several lessons. It did for me. And as for doing it again, I thought that's
how I'd get your second load."

    I went back down on Mitch and he let out a sigh of lust as my throat
milked his cock. He thrust into my throat a few times as I went slowly up
and down on his dick, nursing it with my swallowing action the whole
time. I reached down to start stroking my own load out when the jock senior
gently grabbed my face between his hands and lifted me off his pole.

    "That's so fuckin' sweet Justin," he said lifting me up to kiss my
face, "But I don't want you to have to jack-off. Would you be interested in
something else?"

    "Oh sure man," I answered, "I love 69!"

    "I'm not in your league as a cocksucker buddy," he confessed, "Though I
hope you'll give me those lessons, but I've been told I'm a great piece of
ass. I'm all clear and clean right now, and I like it. I can cum just from
getting fucked. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a bend-me-over sissy boy. I can
give as good as I get and I love to fuck too."

    I felt a lump in my throat and my mouth went dry. I think I stammered
something at Mitch as the thought of sticking my dick in his butthole
shocked me. I wasn't offended or turned off by it, quite the opposite, my
prick cranked up a notch. It wasn't something I'd ever considered. The guys
at home had led me to believe that fucking was just for girls. Of course I
had heard things in school from other guys about butt-fucking queers,
cocksuckers, dick lickers, booty bandits, butt-buddies and all that stuff
but I had put it down to their lack of knowledge about what guys did
together. I abruptly knew that I wasn't as on the up and up and as worldly
wise as I had thought. Mitch's offer had brought it all home to me in one
flash of awareness. That, combined with the indelible image of Corporal
Mike Hodges getting fuck mounted by the giant dog Bacchus left me totally
speechless.. I really must have looked like a deer caught in the
headlights.

    Mitch was looking at me for a response. My slight stammer and then my
throat locked silence must have clued him in. He was a pretty smart guy to
start with, honor roll and all that. His mouth dropped open a bit and his
eyes lit up.

    "You've never fucked anyone or been fucked have you Justin?" he asked
me calmly, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

    I shook my head no at him, still voiceless.

    "Listen man, I didn't mean to put you on the spot," he said as he
kissed my throat, "I was stupid to assume anything about you. I don't want
you to do anything that you're not fully okay about pal. We can just suck
each other off if that's what you want, or we can call it a day if I've
gone and blown the mood. I hope we can still be friends. I'm sorry."

    "I... uh..., you...," I tried to respond, but the lump in my throat
wouldn't go away.

    "Relax Justin," Mitch said to me taking me by the shoulders and turning
me around.

    He eased me into his chest and I could feel his heartbeat in my back,
echoed by the throbbing of his hard cock lower down. He put both hands on
my shoulders and began to massage them, working his way to my neck and back
to my shoulders. I just relaxed into it and felt the constriction in my
throat start to diminish.

    Mitch then reached under my arms and started the same treatment on my
pecs, rubbing lower and lower. He proceeded past my abs to my lower stomach
and ended up with his hands between my balls and thighs, gently massaging
that sensitive area. My still hard dick began to leak pre-cum and he saw it
looking down from over my shoulder.

    "That's hot," he whispered in my ear and asked, "Does that mean we're
okay to go on?"

    "I want to," I answered, "But I don't know how."

    "What?" Mitch asked startled.

    "What you said," I found it easier to talk about it without having to
look at him, "I don't know what to do."

    Mitch sat up pushing me up into a sitting position in front of him. He
let go of my crotch and took a good grope on my dripping cock before
resituating us both side by side.

    "Do you want to fuck me Justin?" he asked looking at me with a grin.

    "I... think so," I answered hesitantly, "What do I have to do?"

    "Just sit there and keep your dick hard," he said getting up and
turning to straddle my legs, bent over with his back against the
convertible top, hands on either side of me on the back of the seat top,
"I'm gonna ease down on it. Don't buck it up in me though, that would smart
something fierce until I get used to it. You ready?"

    "I guess so." I replied, "Is it gonna hurt?"

    "It won't hurt you at all man," he said looking down at me, "I'm not
gonna lie and say it won't hurt me, you've got a big dick, but it'll only
hurt for a little bit and the feeling I'll get when it starts rubbing the
bump in my ass is way worth it."

    "You've got a bump in your ass?" I asked naïvely.

    "You do too," Mitch responded with a smile as he began to squat down,
"It's really a gland called the prostate, and it's right in front of your
rectum, under your taint. It's what the doctor is checking with his finger
during a rectal exam."

    "Oh," I responded, still not sure exactly what he was talking about.

    The only time I ever saw a doctor was when I was real sick and needed
medicine. My Grandpa wasn't real keen on doctors and their cost, though he
often used the vet. I had never had a complete physical that I remembered.

    Just then Mitch moved his left hand to my right shoulder and reached
around under his butt with his right and grabbed my cock. He lowered his
ass until my dickhead was just on his butt pucker and began to move it
around smearing my pre-cum on his hole. He leaned forward and got on his
knees straddling me. He clamped his ass cheeks together, trapping my rod
and brought his right hand to his mouth. He mouthed out a nice gob of spit
on his fingers and returned his hand to his butt, spreading the gob on my
cock and using his middle finger to work some of it up into his hole,
tickling the end of my cockhead as he did so.

    "You leak a lot, so I don't think we need to worry about any more
lube," he explained to me, "Now I'm gonna work on getting your big dick in
my hole. Just lean back and enjoy it."

    I just looked at him with my hands palm down on the seat by my sides as
Mitch lowered his butthole down on my dick. I was quivering with excitement
and felt the pressure on my hard rod as his ass lips pressed against the
head. I felt them part and my cockhead was suddenly encased in the warmth
of his hole. Mitch let out a loud groan and I fought the urge to drive my
shaft up his tight chute.

    "Are you okay?" I asked him.

    "Ugh..., yeah," he said, "I just need a sec to adjust. How bout you?"

    "Hell yeah," I answered him, "Your butthole feels so warm and tight on
the head of my dick, it's great!"

    I reach out to tease his nice sized balls with one hand while I set to
stroking his rock hard erection with the other one.

    "Oh fuck Justin," he moaned, "That's it, make me want that cock."

    Mitch closed his eyes and began to rock his ass, taking in more and
more of my dick. The warm snug heat with the wetness of his spit and my
dick drip made the shaft slip further and further up his hunky jock ass. I
couldn't believe it, I was actually fucking this hot stud. My balls drew up
tight and I felt myself headed for another orgasm.

   "Oh fuck," I said, "I'm gonna cum!"

   "Oh no you don't," He said to me sternly, quickly reaching for my chest
with his right hand.

    He tweaked my left nipple hard and then impaled his ass all the way
down on my throbbing prick. The sudden pain in my nip halted my budding
climax and I groaned in agony and ecstasy from the duel feelings. Mitch
bent down and licked my neck as I became aware of his full weight in my lap
and the enveloping sexy heat of his soft clutching insides on my whole
dick. I was balls deep in his ass and it felt incredible.

    "Sorry Justin, but I want to enjoy your hard cock up in me for at least
a couple of minutes before you unload," he said starting to raise his ass
back up, "Can you try and last for that long?"

    "I don't know," I responded honestly, "It feels so good."

    "I understand," he said leaning back and sliding back down on my cock,
"The first time I ever fucked a guy, my dick shot off the instant the head
got in Br..., uh the guy's ass. So I guess I'll have to let you go for it
and just hope I get another crack at it sometime."

    He had almost said the guy's name. `Oh my god' I thought, `could he
have been going to say Brett?' I didn't get to ponder it anymore because
Mitch put his hands down on the seat beside my knees and commenced to shove
his ass back and forth on my tingling rod. My whole body lurched in
euphoric pleasure as my cock fired off its load. The orgasm was
unbelievable and I bucked my hips at his ass participating in a fuck for
the first time in my life. I drenched his guts in what was the most
powerful blast of cum I had ever blown in my entire short life. I grabbed
him roughly around his waist and yanked him to me trying to drive my
exploding fuck tool as deep in him as I could. I jammed my crotch into him
so hard I could feel an ache from the impact in my pubic bone. I gasped for
breath as he tried to bounce on my rod straining against my clutches with
his tensed up teen jock muscles. I fought against him and attempted to
grind my whole crotch up his hot tight ass. I must have rocketed ten more
wads of jizz in him as I shuddered in the throes of my orgasm.

    "Damn Justin that was vicious man," he said.

    "Oh... Mitch... I'm... sorry," I apologized between orgasmic pants of
air, letting my hold on him relax, "I didn't mean to hurt you..., it was
just...,"

    "Shut the fuck up Woodley," he silenced me laughing and putting a
finger to my lips, "That was amazing. I'm not a fuckin' piece of glass or
some kinda dainty chick. I like a guy to be a little rough. It was great!"

    "So I did okay?" I asked flexing my still hard cock in his now super
slick ass.

    "Better than that man," told me leaning into me with an open mouth,
"You're a fuckin' stud fucker for sure!"

    I kissed him briefly but thoroughly and drew back.

    "And you're the stud I fucked Mitch, thank you. Can we do it again? I
think I'll last longer now."

    "Hell yeah!" he shot back at me grinding his ass on my hard dick, "I
didn't think you'd stay hard man after that explosion, being your second
load and all."

    "Are you kidding me?" I replied, "You are so hot and good looking I bet
I could go all night. I still can't believe I'm here having the best time
of my life with one of the hottest guys from my school."

     "Well, we don't have all night this time, But I can arrange that if
you're willing," he said to me starting to rock back and forth on my cock,
"But right now I want to fuck myself on your big hard cock til I cum."

    "Go for it!" I told him enthusiastically, "Can I help you out any?"

    "Just tighten your ass cheeks and arch your dick up so I can use it
all," he said, "I'm close already."

    I did as he asked and Mitch set to humping, grinding, and squirming on
my erect teen cock. He looked at me the whole time and I felt my balls
drawing up again. He leaned back on the console between the two front
bucket seats and really got into shoving his tight fuckhole as fast as he
could on my cum pole.

    "Oh fuck Mitch!" I called out, "You're gonna make me shoot again!"

   "Go ahead and sperm my ass Woodley," he said back to me with a lustful
moan, "Unload that fuckin' cock in me!"

    With those words, his eyes squinted shut and his bouncing dick jetted
out a wad of cum that arched up and came down on his chest. I pulled him to
me again and slammed into him as my own thrusting meat slab ejected it's
creamy discharge into his cum slippery ass. He hunched against my abs with
his cock and coated us both while I launched more of my teen nut seed up
his bouncing butt. We shook and fucked and ended up falling sideways in the
seat as my satisfied cock slid out of his now cum sloppy ass. I felt a glop
of my spew drip out of his hole onto my balls and ooze its way to my thigh.

    "Wow!" Mitch said breathing deeply, "That was fuckin' great Justin. I'd
love to go again man, but I really need to get home before my folks start
to wonder where I am. I bet we've been at it for more than an hour."

    "Just about," I said looking at the dash clock, "I need to get home
too."

    We both sat up in the car and I scooped up as much of Mitch's load as I
could and licked it off my hand while he sat on my thigh and leaned forward
sorting through our haphazardly discarded clothes for underwear and
socks. The wad that was on my thigh was smeared and added to by some more
leakage from his asshole and before I even thought much about it, I raked
it up with my fingers and sucked it up too. It had a slight tanginess to it
that my cum normally didn't have and I suddenly realized that it had been
in his butt chute.

    I pushed him forward over the console and stuck my middle finger in his
hole. I pulled it out and put it to my nose. It smelled like my cum. I ran
my tongue over it tentatively. I tasted like my cum, but with the added
flavor that must be the taste of Mitch's clean ass. My fellow cadet was
looking back over his shoulder at me with a grin.

    "You do like cum, don't you?" He stated more than asked, "Go ahead
Justin, lick your fuck juice from my hole, I'm clean, or I was before you
gooed me up."

    I kept my eyes on him as I bent over and put my tongue on his
asshole. He let out a sigh of pleasure when I licked at the blob of white
cream in his pucker. I licked it clean in two swipes.

    "That's all you're gonna get," Mitch said pushing back up forcing me
back into the seat, "I want to keep the rest of it in me."

    He tossed me my briefs and scooted into the back seat beside me with a
handful of clothes. It took us a lot longer to dress than it had to
undress, and while we were doing it Mitch began to speak.

    "Justin, just hear me out, okay?" he requested.

    "Sure," I said nodding my okay.

    "Well, it's like this; when we were at the school and you had to go
back for your W-2, Stanton and I had a little talk. He said he thought I
might have a chance to get with you. He had noticed you checking us all out
in the meeting just as much as he and I were and he thinks you are
super-hot. I agree completely. Brett and I have been foolin' around
together since we were twelve and on the same little league team. Anyway,
you heard him ask me to put in a good word for him and that's what I'm
doing. He'd really like to get together with you for some of the same kind
of fun we had today. You interested?"

    "Brett Stanton thinks I'm hot?" I asked amazed.

    "We both do buddy, because you are," he answered smiling at me
lustfully, "We've both been checking you out since you started high school
last year. Does that shock you? You have a reputation as being somewhat of
a recluse and loner. "

    "Yeah it does, but because Brett is the guy you hear all the girls
talking gushy about. He's really nice to look at and he always has a
girlfriend."

    "You're right," Mitch agreed as we continued to dress, "But trust me;
the girlfriends are just for show. He always picks the best looking ones
that he knows won't put out. So how about his offer?"

    "Gee Mitch, I don't know, would you be there too?" I asked.

    "Justin if you want me too, I would love it!" he responded heartily,
"Brett would crawl to get the chance to get it on with the two of us. We
didn't even think about asking you for that. Of course we didn't know very
much about you. Your grandfather keeps you on a pretty tight leash I heard
my mom say."

    "You're mom knows who I am?" I asked a bit astonished.

    "Of course she does," he replied a bit confused himself, "She and your
mom were best friends until..., Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...,"

    "It's okay Mitch," I reassured him as I put on my shoes, "She died. I
never really even knew my parents. I wasn't even two when it happened."

    He clasped me on the shoulder and when I looked over at him, he had a
tear in his eye. I knew then I had made a great new friend. I reached over
and hugged him tightly and he returned it and added a kiss to my cheek.

    "You're one kinda cool guy Justin," he said as we separated, "And sexy
as all get out too."

    "Thanks Mitch," I responded sincerely, "You too. And I'd love to get
with Brett if you'll be there with us. I know you now and I'll feel more
comfortable with you there."

    "I can't wait to tell him tonight when he calls," he said almost
laughing, "He'll probably be as tongue-tied as you were when I offered you
my butt. Now come on, you drive, I really need to get home."

    "I don't know when we'll get the chance to get together again Mitch," I
said as we drove up the road to his house, "I have a pretty tight schedule
at home."

    "Don't worry Justin," he replied squeezing my thigh reassuringly, "I
think my mom can help us out there. I think she probably knows your
grandfather better than anyone but Ben Mason. My birthday is next week and
I'll tell her I want you there. You and Brett will both be invited for the
weekend. How's that?"

    "I don't know," I answered, "I haven't ever been invited over like
that. I'm not sure what my Grandpa will say."

    "We'll hope for the best then," he said as we pulled into the big drive
in front of his big two story ranch style house, "I'll see you in the
morning stud."

     He hopped out of my car and waved as I drove away headed home. I had a
lot to think about on the short drive home. The Coffields were our closet
neighbors and I didn't know that much about them. I was totally stunned to
find out that Mrs. Coffield had been my mom's best friend. The most I knew
about them before that was that Mitchell Coffield Sr. bought most of his
wheat hay and feed grain for his cattle farm from my Grandpa. I had met him
and he was a nice looking man, almost as attractive as Mitch, but with
darker features. That was all I had time to consider before I drove up to
the bunkhouse. Only two of the hand's trucks were out front and smoke rose
from the chimney. I picked up my backpack and went inside.

     "Justin," Ben said to me from the kitchen area where he was preparing
dinner with Will, "Where have you been? You should have called if you were
going to be late. Your Grandpa isn't going to be happy with you having that
car if you start being late coming home."

    "I'm sorry Ben," I started explaining, "I got offered a job by the
Corporals in my ROTC program and I stayed after school to fill out the
application and get a run down on what the job was about. Then I drove
Mitch Coffield home, he applied too and didn't have a ride so I gave him
one."

    "Whoa, back up some big guy," he interjected, "A job? What kinda job?
What hours? You've got school and that comes first."

    "I know," I assured him and explained, "It's sorta for school. The ROTC
instructor, SGT O'Malley, wants an obstacle course built. He approved
hiring three students to help the Corporals make it. They're paying minimum
plus a dollar an hour. It'll be for three hours after school and eight
hours on Saturdays starting tomorrow. Will you call Grandpa and get him to
let me do it? I really want to do this Ben. It's only for the next four
weeks. I'll be done before we even have to start plowing and fertilizing."

    "I think I can do that kiddo," he told me smiling, "But tell me, why do
you want to do this so badly? Sounds like a whole slew of hard work to me
for some low pay."

    "It won't be that hard Ben," I contended, "Most of what we'll be doing
is putting together military pre-fab stuff. The Corporals will be doing the
heavy equipment work while we're in school."

    "Okay, okay, but you still didn't say why you want to do this so
adamantly," he came back.

    "Ease up Ben," Will came in on my side, "Give the kid a break, maybe he
wants to get away from here for a change. Mr. Morris practically keeps him
a prisoner on this farm."

    "Bless it all Will," Ben retorted, "I'm all for it you ass. I was just
askin' outa concern for Justin. We're his family. I'm just trying to show
some interest in his life and choices. I already know how I'm gonna handle
this with Ethan Morris. I'll just use his own high fallutin work ethic to
get him to agree. Piece of cake. Now are you gonna finish making that
cornbread or keep on tryin' to rile me up?"

    "Sorry Ben," Will apologized meekly, "You know how defensive we all get
about Justin. I know how much you love him."

    "That's okay you dirt grubbin' grease monkey," Ben said with a smirk,
"You can blow me while I kick back after dinner to make up for it."

    "Hell Ben," he rejoined, "I'd of done that anyways. You want in on it
Justin?"

    "You can count me in Will," I answered eagerly, "And Ben, I guess why I
really am so gung-ho to do this now is so I can hang out with my new friend
Mitch."

    "That's the oldest Coffield boy, isn't it?" Will asked.

    "Yeah," I answered.

    "He's a looker," Will went on, "Even better featured than his old man."

    "And he likes me," I added waiting for a reaction.

    Both men turned to give me the questioning eye. I ended up telling them
about our get-together that afternoon. I left out the fucking part, knowing
how they were about it, but went into details about the rest. Both men had
to adjust their bulges by the time I finished. Their only concern was for
the secret about our personal sex activity and I assured them it was
safe. I told them that Mitch wanted me to thank whoever it was that had
taught me so well and that made them both break down laughing.

    Ben made the call to my Grandpa, and by the time he was finished
talking to him, he had it to where my Grandpa was insisting I take the job
for my own betterment. He even had Ben forge his name on the note I had to
take back allowing me to work as a minor. Everything was working out great.

    Dinner that night was just the three of us. Will said Jed had taken off
to take some filly from Kingman out on a date in Wichita. After dinner was
fun too as we all three emptied our nuts in a triangle suck-off. I went to
bed about as happy as I'd ever been and woke up early on my own, showered,
ate cereal and bacon, and headed off to the school for my first day of
work. I got there by six-thirty.

    Chalmers had told us to park in the back in the faculty lot on
Saturdays. I pulled into a space next to a '65 blue Stang convertible just
as pristine as mine. It had to be SGT O'Malley's car. I spent a few minutes
checking it out without putting a hand on it. The only differences I could
find were the color and the seat belts. The Sergeant's car had the old
style pull clip waist belts and mine had the modern release button snap
ones with the chest strap, Will would have insisted on the safety upgrade
even if I had been given a choice.

    I went over and leaned against the side of my car, hunkering down in my
jacket to cut the biting early morning wind. It looked like we might get
some snow later on, but I wanted to wait on Brett and Mitch before I went
inside. I was nervous about seeing Brett again knowing that Mitch would
have told him at least a little of what we had done, but not near as
nervous as I was about having to look Corporal Hodges in the eye after
seeing him getting fucked by SGT O'Malley's Great Dane. Even though I
didn't think anyone had seen me, I still felt a flush of red in the face
thinking about it.

    I kept on thinking that I should have been disgusted by it, but in all
honesty if I thought about it for more than a few seconds, my dick started
to bone up. After fucking Mitch, I wondered what Hodges' or Chalmers'
granite hard asses would feel like pumping my dick into them. And even more
disconcerting was remembering how Mitch had gone into a super wild orgasm
with my cock slammed into him and wondering how it felt, and wondering if
Hodges had had the same mind blowing cum from the dog's wet red dripping
cock and how that must have felt. I was still an anal virgin, but having
been on the giving side, I couldn't help but think about the receiving
end. But the image that made my dick throb the hardest was the one of me
bent over that office desk with SGT O'Malley holding onto my hips with his
muscular arms and burying his fat, long, veiny, leaking, army man meat into
my tight ass right up to his flaming red pubic hair while Bacchus humped
his lurid spraying dog dick into Mitch's tight jock butt lying beside me. I
wanted my new friend Mitch with me for some kind of emotional presence
support before I had to walk in and face those men from my wild sex
fantasies.

    My ruminations were cut short by the sound of a diesel horn; I looked
up and saw two army green eighteen wheelers pulling into the parking
lot. Both had flatbed trailers, one carrying a huge army green bulldozer,
the other with one of those front-end loader/backhoe combos also painted
the same green color. Hodges was driving the first truck and Chalmers was
in the second. They headed for the far end of the lot with both men waving
at me as they went past. I waved back trying to appear casual, but inside I
was all tensed up. Fortunately, Brett's jeep came around the corner just as
Chalmers drove past me and whipped over into the empty space beside my car.

    "Hi Woodley," Brett said with a devilishly handsome wink as he
enthusiastically bounded out of his vehicle right in front of me, "Whatcha
doin' out here in the cold?"

    "Hey Brett," I responded relieved by his friendly demeanor, "I was
waiting on you guys. What's up?"

    "He is, for you," Mitch said coming around from the back of the jeep to
join us, "You don't by any chance have a biography you can give him do you?
He hasn't stopped asking questions about you since he picked me up."

    "Really?" I asked with a pleased embarrassed expression.

    Brett leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Can you add me in on that
swallowing the whole shaft lesson plan?"

    "Mitch!" I said looking accusingly at the senior jock.

    "What?" he responded guiltily, "What did you say to him Stanton?"

    "I just asked our new Jedi master to teach me too," he said innocently,
"Don't look at me like that Coffield, when you were telling me about it on
the way here, your eyes glazed over like my thirteen year old sister's for
one of her teenie bopper magazine boys."

    I had to grin with pride at that. Before Mitch could come back at Brett
I jumped in with some teasing of my own. I spoke out with my best falsetto
Yoda impersonation.

    "Fail you will, many times, choke you will, many times, before rank of
deep throat master you attain," I said and was punctuated by the twin
blasts of air brakes from the trucks as they were turned off across the
lot.

    Both guys looked at me and broke out laughing.

    "I told you he was cool," Mitch said to Brett between chuckles, "I
didn't know he was funny too. Now quit harassing the underclassman and
let's get inside. It's getting bitter cold out here with the wind picking
up like this. Here Justin, my mom sent this for you. She makes them while
she watches TV at night."

    Mitch handed me a black knit toboggan he pulled from his coat
pocket. It was identical to the ones both he and Brett were wearing. I
pulled it on my head and adjusted it to cover my cold hurting ears as we
headed for the back doors to the gymnasium. I hadn't expected it to get
this cold since the previous week had been so mild, but like always, the
prairie could change in the matter of an hour when a winter blast came
sweeping down the plains from Canada.

    "Tell her I said thanks Mitch."

    "You can tell her yourself next weekend," he said, "She's going to call
your grandfather today and she said she'd go over to your place and haul
you off from under his nose if he makes even the slightest protest about
you coming over for the weekend. She seems really excited about seeing you,
but I think Brett is way more anxious for the week to pass than she is."

    "Can you blame me?" Brett rejoined, "I fell like the guy left outside
for thanksgiving dinner while you guys have already eaten and are kicked
back watching a game."

    We were overtaken at the doors before I could tell Mitch my Grandpa was
ought of town by the two army Corporals as the sound of their boots came
jogging up the steps. They were dressed in heavy grey sweats with `ARMY' in
bold black letters down the left leg of the pants. Their tops were
pull-over hoodies with the word repeated on the chest. They were the kind
of sweatshirts with the one pocket running all the way across the front and
a drawstring and snap to close the hood. Hodges had his hood around his
head loose while Chalmers was thrown back. Both men had on heather grey
knit caps like the black ones we wore.

    "Mornin' guys," Corporal Chalmers said clasping Mitch on the shoulder,
"It's getting cold as hell out here. The temperature's dropped sixteen
degrees in the past half hour. I'm hoping it'll warm up as the sun gets
higher."

    "I wouldn't count on it," Brett said opening the door with difficulty
against the wind, "My dad told me before I left that we were getting a blue
norther."

    "What the fuck is that?" Hodges asked, hustling us all in and helping
Brett push the door closed.

    "It's when a sudden mass of cold air comes sweeping down the great
plains from the arctic. The front usually has a blue-black color and the
weather can get wild," Mitch explained, "They mostly happen in the fall
though, but we've had an unusually warm late winter."

    "Thank you Professor Coffield," Brett announced dramatically and did a
sweeping bow, ribbing his friend.

    Mitch socked him on the arm and they started a friendly pushing match
as we headed downstairs to the locker room and athletic office. The two
Corporals just grinned at their antics and I tried to stay out of the
way. By the time we reached the bottom of the stairs and the back locker
room door they were pretty much over it.

    Hodges opened the door and stood aside for us to pass. Brett and Mitch
went through first and then Chalmers. I was the last one to pass and
Corporal Hodges slapped me on the butt as I went by him.

    "Straight to the office," he said directing us, "The Sergeant has your
work gear already set out for you. We've been up since four AM. I bet
that's something you three aren't familiar with."

    "Wanna bet for real?" I asked trying to bait him.

    "Don't do it Mike," Brett advised him, "He and Coffield are farm boys."

    "Sometimes we're up at three when we take cattle to the sale barn,"
Mitch added, "And I know Justin has to get up that early when the grain
trucks come to take their harvests to market or warehouse."

    "And what about you Stanton?" Chalmers asked.

    "Not on your life," Brett answered with a laugh and added another of
his jests, "I'm a regular guy that likes his beauty sleep. Can't you look
at the three of us and tell?"

    Neither Mitch nor I got to come back at him because we got to the
office door and Hodges stopped and knocked. Apparently Corporals were
required to knock at closed doors just like us cadets. His and Chalmers'
attitude became more serious as they both removed their head coverings, and
it reminded us that we were about to enter the presence of Staff SGT
O'Malley and we followed suit doffing our caps. I noticed all five of us
stood up straighter as we three younger guys tried to adopt the Corporals'
attitudes.

    "Enter," we heard the Sergeant answer from in the room.

    Hodges opened the door and stepped in and stood at attention by it as
we entered. After we filed through, he shut the door and the two Corporals
took up places at attention on either side of the door. O'Malley stood
behind his desk dressed in army fatigues. The olive drab color made his red
hair stand out dramatically, but it hid his hard toned physique except for
his neck. I noticed for the first time that the Sergeant was much younger
than his manner suggested. He couldn't have been any older than Will or
Jed.

    "At ease men, and good morning cadets," SGT O'Malley said to us and
Hodges and Chalmers moved their feet apart and put their hands clasped
behind their backs relaxing somewhat.

    "Good morning SGT O'Malley," the three of us said in unison, mostly by
happy accident.

    "I have gear for all of you," he said indicated three neat stacks on
the front of his desk topped by pairs of black combat boots, "The boots are
for work, none of the other cadets will be issued them, though all cadets
will be issued dress boots. Use them for work only gentlemen. Is that
clear?"

    "Sir, yes Sir," we all three answered.

    "Step forward and get your work gear and check to make sure the sizes
are correct, they're in order, Coffield, Stanton, and Woodley," he said
pointing to each stack as he came around the desk and then looked at
Chalmers and Hodges, "Go with the cadets and show them the placement for
their new items in their lockers while they change. You know the work
schedule for today, see that it's completed."

    "Sir, yes Sir," both men answered loudly.

    "Come Bacchus," SGT O'Malley called out and then said, "He needs to go
out. I'll see you men shortly."

    The head of the huge Great Dane appeared from behind the desk as he
stood up, shook and trotted toward the door.

    "Sergeant," I said on impulse.

    "Yes Mr. Woodley?" he responded pausing in the door that Corporal
Hodges opened for him and grabbing onto the huge dog's collar.

    "You might want to go out the side door sir," I informed him, "The wind
is getting pretty strong out there and it's getting colder. You'll get the
shelter from the walls in the exercise courtyard."

    "Thank you Mr. Woodley," he replied with slight smile, "An excellent
suggestion. Carry on."

    And he was gone with Bacchus at his side. I swear Corporal Hodges was
staring at the dog's big low hanging balls as he went by. I turned away to
hide the flush of red I felt in my face and picked up my stack and checked
through it. Everything was sized correctly. In addition to the boots, there
were two sets of fleece lined sweats just like the ones the Corporals were
wearing, along with two pairs of heavy grey wool socks, a pair of hide
re-enforced work gloves, two more jockstraps, and a knit cap like the
Corporals'.

    "Come on guys," Hodges said motioning us out into the locker room,
"Let's get you changed and squared away."

    I managed to avoid eye to eye contact with them as we exited. I was
nervous as a rabbit in a coyote den thinking about Corporal Mike Hodges and
how he had been bent over the very desk I had just left, getting his ass
fucked by the giant animal that had just walked out this same
door. Chalmers was just about to close that door when Mitch interrupted
him.

    "Wait a second Rob," he said to Chalmers, "Justin forgot his W-2 copy
yesterday. Can he get it now?"

    "Sure thing," the Corporal replied and then asked me, "Did you leave it
on the Sarge's desk?"

    "Yes," I answered, "I just forgot to pick it up."

    He went back to the desk and looked through the top shelf of the file
stack on it. He only flipped through two pieces of paper before he found
it. He waved it at me and came back, shutting the door and handing it to
me.

    "I'm surprised that Sarge didn't put it with your gear," he said to me
as we walked to our lockers, "He's usually pretty efficient about that kind
of thing."

    "I'm surprised Woodley didn't remember it himself," Brett said from the
other side of him, "He even ran all the way back to get it right after we
left yesterday."

    Both Corporals had a slight falter in their steps and their eyes both
locked on me. I went ten shades of red and missed a step entirely. My
insides cramped up and my mind panicked.

    "Oh?" Hodges said staring right at me, "I didn't see him. Did you Rob?"

    "No I didn't," Chalmers said glaring at me too, "What happened
Woodley?"

    I couldn't make myself answer, but Brett jumped right in.

    "Oh, it was no big deal," he said seeing me blush, "He said you were
already with Sergeant O'Malley and he didn't want to interrupt. I guess all
of us cadets are kinda intimidated by him. Don't be embarrassed by it
Justin, I feel that way too. I bet Mike and Rob understand."

    "I think I understand Woodley," Chalmers said with a knowing look,
"Let's talk about it later. There's really no reason to let the Sergeant
intimidate you. He's really a nice guy, he just has his ways."

    "Yeah, we both volunteered for this special assignment with him,"
Hodges added studying me closely as we turned into the alcove of our ROTC
lockers, "It definitely has its perks as well as its ins and outs."

    The flush in my face began to burn when he said `ins and outs' and I
saw Hodges give a bare nod to Chalmers. He then put his hand firmly on my
shoulder causing me to look over at him quickly. The Corporal winked at me!
I wanted to flee! I fought the urge to just bolt away. Instead I
mechanically stepped up to my locker and dialed the combination just like
Brett and Mitch were doing.

    "Get changed guys," Chalmers told us, "Jocks, socks, sweats and boots,
in that order. We'll come to you one at a time and show you the assigned
places in your locker for this other gear."

    They both went to Brett first while Mitch and I began to undress. Mitch
was down to just his pants when the two Corporals moved over to instruct
him. They finished with him just as fast. I was stepping into one of my new
jockstraps when they both stepped up on either side of me.

    "Don't sweat it Justin," Hodges whispered in my right ear while my two
new friends were involved in changing and weren't paying the least bit of
attention to us, "We aren't gonna hurt you or anything man. You're a great
guy and we both like you a lot already."

    "We just want to talk to you later Woodley, in private," Chalmers said
very quietly in my other ear, "We know you didn't say anything about
whatever it is you might have heard or seen and that makes you okay by us
Justin. Just please keep it that way until we get a chance to talk to you,
okay?"

    I nodded my head in the affirmative. Chalmers and Hodges then started
talking at normal volume telling me the proper places to store my new
gear. It was all logical and fit right in with the arrangement of the PT
stuff and I told them I had it down when they asked if I had any
questions. The open friendliness they had shown in their whispered words
had calmed me down. My voice was back to normal and my distressed reddening
was all gone. I still had a whole lot of anxiety going on inside, but the
dread I had felt along with it was gone.

    "Hey Woodley," Hodges said just a bit quieter than he had been during
his instructions, "Your butt straps are twisted buddy. Let me get that for
you."

    He stepped in close behind me with Chalmers blocking most of the view
from Brett and Mitch. I stood there stunned, not objecting at all. Instead
of running his index fingers down them to straighten them out like I would
have done, he slid both hands, palms down under the straps on each side
where they joined at the waistband. He then moved his hands down across my
butt cheeks with a firm pressing motion on my ass, repositioning the straps
as they stretched across the back of his hands, When his hands were
together at the bottom of my ass, the blonde haired army hunk slowly slid
them out. His left hand slid down a bit lower and his middle finger took a
slow stroke at my butthole. My butt cheeks jerked together in response and
my dick bulged out in my jock pouch. Chalmers looked down at the expansive
motion in my cotton meshed crotch and winked at me.

    "Hurry it up Woodley," Hodges said stepping back from me, "The other
two are ahead of you."

       Hearing that, both of my friends looked over at me. Mitch was still
topless, pulling up his sweatpants. Brett was sitting on the bench in his
jock just finishing putting on his socks. Both of them took second looks at
my jutting pouch. Both Corporals noticed and gave each other a knowing
look. I went into high speed getting the rest of my stuff on, not really
worried about either of those two hot senior jocks seeing my bulging cock,
just not wanting to be the last one dressed. I was back to myself after my
jockstrap adjustment.

    What I had suddenly realized was that the two Corporals were interested
in me, and not for just work, friendship, and military education. They were
interested in me for fun and pleasure. I instantly knew that Chalmers had
picked the three of us to do this job because our dicks had reacted to his
touch when he measured our inseams. I recalled his smug smile as he had
noted all three of our bulge reactions. If they were interested in me, then
they were also interested in Brett and Mitch, and whether or not Corporals
Mike Hodges and Rob Chalmers knew it, I knew from my sex encounter and talk
with Mitch yesterday that my two fellow cadets would be overboard ecstatic
for fun and games with the two beefcake army studs, I smiled broadly,
knowing that I was the only one of the five of us that knew that everybody
present was cock interested in everybody else.

    "What's with you Justin?" Mitch asked looking at my big grin as I was
tying my bootlaces, "You look like you just won the lottery or something."

      A distant rumble of thunder vibrated the walls, and the lights dimmed
for a second.

    "HODGES! CHALMERS!" SGT O'Malley's voice yelled from the direction of
the courtyard exit.

    Before either Corporal could answer, the emergency alert siren went off
in the background.

    "HERE SIR!" Chalmers called out leaping out into the walkway between
the banks of lockers looking for O'Malley.

    He quickly stepped back into our alcove as SGT O'Malley with Bacchus at
his heels rushed in behind him. There was a huge crash of thunder that
shook the whole building, right down to the concrete foundation under the
rubberized flooring under our feet. The lights flickered twice and went
out. We were in total darkness and as the thunder boomed out again, a deep
loud bark resounded in the room from the Great Dane.

    "Quiet Bacchus!" O'Malley ordered and the dog didn't make another
sound.

    "Everybody stay where you are and count to thirty slowly!" a commanding
voice ordered and it wasn't O'Malley, it was Brett, "Before you finish, the
emergency back-up generators will activate and the emergency lights will
come on."

    I did what Brett said and apparently all the others did too since there
wasn't another word spoken. I got to twenty four when I heard a faint
mechanical reverberation behind the ongoing claps of thunder. Lights
flashed on in square recesses spaced widely apart above the walkway and the
faint glow of another that must have been on the wall in the shower room
directly across from us. The lighting was dim, but we could see by it
easily.

    I was sitting on the bench in about the middle of the room having just
finished tying my boots when the power outage hit. SGT O'Malley stood in
the entry way of our alcove with his hand firmly holding Bacchus'
collar. The dog was sitting without any apparent distress. Chalmers was by
the first lockers just inside looking calmly at the Sergeant, as was Hodges
who was by me. Brett stood by his locker about eight down from mine fully
dressed and Mitch was holding his boots straddling the room length bench
just past Brett, having been about to sit and put them on when it went
dark.

    "Thank you Mr. Stanton," O'Malley said backed by constant thunder, "I
think I know what `Alert Captain' means in your school record now. Can you
tell me anything else I might need to know about emergency measures in our
school? I haven't had time to finish reading the whole teacher's manual yet
and I'm afraid that wasn't in the first twelve sections."

    "What do you want to know Sir?" Brett responded, "I have the school
emergency procedures booklet in my regular locker if there is something you
want to know that I can't tell you. The first thing we should do I think is
get to a radio in one of the emergency store rooms and see if we can find
out what's going on, they all have external antenna leads attached. It
might just be a short temporary outage. The regional alert station is am
911. One of the store rooms is in your office. It's that door to the right
of your bathroom."

    "Okay Brett," the Sergeant promptly agreed using a first name for the
first time I had heard, "Let's do that. Finish putting on your foot gear
Mitch. The rest of you just listen up. I don't think this a short term
power loss. While I was outside waiting on Bacchus here to relieve himself,
I was hit by a blast of snowflakes. They melted as they touched. That was
immediately followed by a lightning flash and a fall of hailstones that
were roughly an inch across. I'm sure you heard the accompanying thunder. I
called Bacchus to me and we were in the doorway looking up at the sky when
it rapidly darkened. A forceful blast of cold air struck me and it began to
pour rain. I saw what I think was the wall of a tornado as it came into
view to my right. I slammed the door shut and you know the rest. If it was
a tornado, it was a big one. I couldn't see any circular curve to it, just
a grey and black swirling wall."

    "Holy crap!" Mitch exclaimed having finished with his boots during the
Sergeant's story, "An F-4 or maybe even an F-5 winter twister!"

    "I beg your pardon Mr. Coffield," O'Malley said looking at the senior,
"Could you elaborate?"

    "I'm sorry Sir," my new fuck buddy said abashed, "I was just..."

    "I'm a United States Army Sergeant," O'Malley said interrupting him,
"There isn't a profane, lurid, or socially unacceptable word you know that
I haven't heard and most likely used Mitch. I don't give a damn about your
fucking speech colorization right now boy, this isn't the classroom. Now
explain what you just said about the storm and how you know it was that big
on the Fujita scale."

    We all looked at the Sergeant. The two Corporals with a grin, and the
three of us surprised. Our attention went back to the senior baseball jock
as he responded.

    "It had to be a big one Sir, by your description," Mitch explained,
"When a cyclone gets that big, it is so wide, a half a mile or more, that
it appears visually to be a wall instead of a vortex."

   "Okay then," O'Malley stated calmly with roars of thunder still shaking
the building, "Here's what we're going to do. First we all go to the
office. Brett and I will go in the store room and see if we can get any
info from the regional alert station on the radio. Chalmers, you check to
see if the phones are working. Hodges, you hang out with Mitch and Justin
and keep Bacchus with you. The three of you just relax for now. No one, and
I repeat, NO ONE is to go upstairs or outside for any reason until we
assess the possible situation. Now get moving."

    Chalmers went first and I followed. SGT O'Malley stepped in beside me
with the Great Dane and the others following us. The tall, handsome,
red-headed Sergeant put his broad hand on my shoulder and looked at me with
a smile. When he knew he had my attention, he spoke.

    "Thank you Justin," he said squeezing my shoulder in a friendly manner.

    "Sir?" I queried.

    "If you hadn't suggested the side door to me, I would have been out
front with Bacchus and we'd both most likely be dead now," he explained,
"The storm wall came fast from the front of the school. I wouldn't have
made it to the building from the lawn grass next to the parking lot in
time. The exercise courtyard saved our lives."

    "I think that was just lucky Sir," I told him as Chalmers used his key
to open the office door and went in headed for the desk phone.

    O'Malley used his hand on my shoulder to draw me to the side to let
Bacchus and the others go past us into the office. Mitch gave me a
questioning look as he walked by. Brett and Mike were talking about
something and didn't even glance at us.

    "That luck was made by your friendly advice and concerned thinking
Justin," O'Malley said turning us to face each other, "In the army, we
thank the people that save our lives. Just say `you're welcome' and take
the thanks. And we can stop the tight ass formalities outside of class and
ROTC. I think they suck, but the Brass demands it for cadets. Don't tell me
you don't feel that way too, I was sixteen not too long ago."

    "Okay," I said trying to be more informal, "And your welcome sir."

    "Why don't you try Ken, or Sarge if first names seem to out of line to
you? What the hell, you can even go with just O'Malley." he said with the
first real laugh I'd heard from him, "I think you, Brett, and Mitch are
mature enough to be able to keep up appearances with your fellow
cadets. You let Coffield know and I'll tell Stanton. I'll also inform Mike
and Rob that we're going back to the down-to-earth guys we normally are
outside of ROTC class."

    "Uh..., Sarge?" I asked.

    "Yeah Justin?" O'Malley responded.

    "Hodges and Chalmers already made that arrangement with us," I let him
know, not wanting him to go in blind.

    "I already noticed," he said turning to the doorway and giving me a
resounding slap on the ass herding me through the door, "Now scoot, I've
got work to do."

    My dick boned up so fast it hurt. O'Malley had my juices raging. I
could still feel the tingle of his smack on my butt. I watched him walk
into the room catching Stanton smoothly by the back of his neck and walk
with him down the short hall behind the desks to the coach's bathroom
area. They went past its open entrance to the door on the other side where
the Sergeant pulled out his keys and unlocked it with the first one. They
disappeared inside, but left the door open and a dim emergency light came
on in there. I shut the office door behind me and walked over to Hodges and
Mitch grabbing a chair to pull up and join them. I felt wild and
reckless. The blonde Corporal had Bacchus between his knees facing Mitch
rubbing him under his chin with both hands.

    "Is everything okay?" Mitch asked as I turned my chair around and sat
down straddling the back.

    "Yeah," I answered wanting to jump on him and ravage his hot senior
jock body, "The Sarge just wanted to thank me for suggesting the side door
to him."

    "The courtyard walls probably saved him and Bacchus here from the storm
casualty list," Hodges added, "I bet he's grateful, I would be."

    "No working phone in here," Chalmers informed us walking by, "I'm going
to report to the Sergeant."

    The sound of a door shutting around the corner came from the bathroom
and emergency store room hallway. I leaned forward and rested my chin on my
hands on the back of the chair. My movement caught Mitch's attention and he
immediately noticed the tent in the folds of my loose sweatpants and gave
me a questioning look. Bacchus chose that moment to lean forward and put
his nose in my crotch. Hodges pulled him back and he also caught sight of
the outline of my jockstrap bent boner. Both of the guys were now eyeing
me.

    "What?" I said to them and threw out Chalmers quote, "It's just a
penis. Go ahead and look."

    I had deliberately sat down with my crotch framed by the opening in the
back of the folding chair knowing it would display my O'Malley induced
bulging package. Stuff like that always worked to get the fellows at the
farm going and I figured it would probably work with these guys too. I was
young, horny, and cocksure. Hodges and Chalmers had encouraged this and I
knew why. I wanted all of the guys in on our mutual attraction thing. I was
so new to all of this that I just went with what I knew from my limited
experience with the hands at the farm. My teenage reasoning abilities had
me thinking that guys that were into guys would all act the same.

    "Hey Mitch," I said sitting back up straight, which made my engorged
package even more obvious, "O'Malley wants me to tell you that we're gonna
cut back on the uptight formal talk outside of ROTC class. He's gonna let
you know too Mike. The phrase he used was tight ass formalities. He wants
us to keep it between us though. We have to keep to the book around the
other cadets."

    "Now that's my Sarge!" Hodges said with a big grin, "About fuckin'
time. I told you he was an okay guy."

    "So what does he want us to call him outside of ROTC?" Mitch asked
still giving me his uncertain questioning look, "I've kinda got the whole
Sir, yes Sir thing drilled into me already after just three days. Are you
sure Justin?"

    "He said Sarge, Ken, and even just O'Malley are all okay. Trust me
Mitch," I replied smiling at him and teased, "Not all underclassmen are
assholes."

    "Fuck you Woodley!" he said letting out a laugh.

    "Maybe," I replied with a wink at Mitch taking the opening as I made
sure to watch Hodges.

    Now it was the Corporal's turn to be shocked. His mouth dropped and he
looked back and forth between the two of us. Mitch was bug-eyed and turning
red. I was on pins and needles. Between my erection and my sexual reply I
didn't know how this was gonna play out. I had put it all on the table and
now it was up to the two of them to catch on.

    "What the hell Justin!" Mitch said forcefully, blushing from
embarrassment.

    "Are you two...?" Hodges asked haltingly pointing his finger back and
forth to me and Mitch.

    "Just once," I answered not looking at him as I kept my whole focus now
on Mitch, "... so far."

    Mitch looked horrified. He jerked up and started to bolt out of his
chair. Before I could react, Mike's army tuned reflexes came into play. He
was up out of his rolling swivel chair, past the giant dog, and on Mitch
before he was up fully on his feet. The Corporal tried to be gentle as he
forced the senior back into his chair, but Mitch was flailing with his arms
trying to escape. My friend started to cry as his whole body went limp and
he hung his head in shame.

    "I trusted you Justin," he sobbed, "I trusted you."

    "I think you still can," Hodges said quietly, forcing Mitch's head up,
leaned over, and kissed him lightly on the lips, "It's okay man, it's
okay."

    The senior immediately became quiet. He opened his eyes and stared at
Hodges. He was still in shock, but the distress and panic were gone. His
head slowly turned to look at me where I was standing up astride my chair.

    "Woodley," Hodges said also looking at me, "Nobody can say you don't
have balls, but man, you're definitely low on tact."

    I swung my leg over the chair and went over to knell in front of
Mitch. Hodges stepped back and just watched. Mitch stared at me in what I
guess was confusion. I took his head in both hands and gazed into his
beautiful grey eyes. I pulled his face down to mine and licked the tear off
that hung on his cheek with the tip of my tongue.

    "I'd never hurt you Mitch," I told him, "I doubt I can ever repay you
for what you've already given me. I just couldn't stand it anymore. The
tension was driving me nuts. I guess I was thinking with the wrong
head. I'm sorry."

    "I'm okay," he murmured as his expression lit back up. He then said
louder, "I'll put it down to you just being a tenth grader."

    He pushed me on my ass and as I fell backwards he dove on me and we
ended up wrestling on the floor. Bacchus jumped up with a bark and stuck
his head into our tussle wanting to play too. As we rolled over, Mitch
managed to get his mouth next to my ear.

    "How did you know?" he whispered as he let me go with an elbow softly
to my stomach.

    "I guess we all need to talk," I said back to him elusively.

    "We are gonna do that for sure," Hodges said giving us both a hand up
smiling at our antics.

    He grabbed the Great Dane by his collar stopping him from jumping up
and licking us anymore. He hadn't heard Mitch's whispered question and I
just looked at him. In doing so, I noticed that Bacchus' fat sheath had
about three inches of pointed, wet, red dog prick sticking out of it. It
made my eyes widen and I reacted by immediately looking at Hodges. He
caught it all. Mitch hadn't seen the dog's excited state. The Corporal gave
me a small serious negative shake of his head behind my friend's back. I
nodded once in acknowledgement.

    "What?" Mitch asked seeing my nod, "Are you two up to something?"

    "No," I denied it, "I'm just glad the hard part's over."

    "You think so?" Hodges inquired smirking as Mitch turned around to see
him grabbing his crotch in his sweats and showing us his swollen army man
meat, "I think the HARD part hasn't even started yet."

    "What's going on in here?" O'Malley's voice came from the hallway as he
strode into the room, "I heard Bacchus barking."

    "Nothing Sarge," Hodges answered covering for us, "I got the word about
cutting back on protocol from Woodley and we were just playing with the big
lug."

    SGT O'Malley looked us all three up and down. There was no way he
couldn't discern the expansion in mine and Hodges' sweatpants and as I
looked over at my two companions, I saw that Mitch was also sporting a
bulging lump in his crotch. The Sergeant let a slight smile cross his face
and gave a nod.

    "I see," he said, "Just keep it casual guys. We have a situation."

    "I'm real worried about my family sir," Mitch stated, "Have you heard
anything yet?"

    "Actually yes Mitch," O'Malley answered, "I have quite a bit of
information for you. For now, your family is fine; I just got off the radio
with the Sheriff. Your school has some really advanced emergency
equipment. He's going to relay that you're well and in a secure place to
them. One of his deputies took shelter with your folks when he saw the
tornado, so they have a police radio with them. I haven't heard anything
from your farm Justin, but Brett is talking to his parents right now. I
think I heard something about a car in the family room when I was leaving
to come check on you three. Let's hold off on the rest for now. Chalmers
and Stanton should be joining us any minute."

    With that the Sergeant sat down at his desk and whistled for his
dog. Bacchus bounced over to the big man and put his head in the Sergeant's
lap. O'Malley set to stroking the dog's neck and head vigorously.

    "Sarge?" I enjoined the red haired man stud.

    "Yes Justin?"

    "I think the Sheriff will hear from the guys at my farm any time now,"
I explained, "They have a crank up antenna in the tornado shelter there and
Ben Mason, the foreman, will put it up and try to make contact as soon as
he thinks it's safe. They're gonna be real worried about me, you see, my
grandpa is out of town..."

    "Hold on Justin," he broke in on me, "I know your situation. Remember
the note from the principal? The Sheriff's department is contacting your
grandfather to let him know you're safe and well. They'll relay that
information to the people at your farm when they hear from them."

    Just then Brett and Rob came around the corner into the room.

    "Oh my god guys it's wicked out there," Brett told us, "The snow is
coming down at over three inches an hour and there are wind gusts in excess
of fifty miles an hour. You were right Coffield, the National Weather
Service said the one that hit here was an F-4 clocked moving at sixty-eight
miles an hour with winds in the 220 mile per hour range. It took a half
mile wide gouge out for thirty-five miles across two counties. There aren't
any injury or fatality reports yet."

    "Wow!" Mitch said, "I hope there aren't any."

    "We all do," O'Malley added coming around his desk with his chair
motioning us to get in a circle, "Let me tell you what's going on."

    "Sarge?" Brett interrupted.

    "Is it important?" O'Malley asked and left Brett to respond.

    "Yes sir, it is for Justin," Brett said, "We got a message from the
Sheriff's office last thing. Ben Mason contacted them and he and Will Kane
are fine in the tornado shelter Justin. Jed Cleary is still in Wichita and
is stuck there because of the storm here. Ben sent word for you to hunker
down and stay put until this all passes and that he would be in touch. He
relayed to use 7 whatever that means."

    "CB channel 7," I clarified, "It's the channel we use on the
farm. Thanks Brett, I feel a whole lot better now. Is your family okay? Do
we have CB?"

    "Yeah, they're alright, they all got to the basement before the car
landed on our house," the attractive senior hunk answered, "And do we have
CB? Hell yeah! The system is a civil defense set-up, receiver, transmitter,
frequency booster, tuning, fine tuning, and extra fine tuning dials. We
have 3 hertz to 300 gigahertz capacity. It's sweet! Rob says we could
probably fu... uh, mess with every garage door in the county if we tried."

    "Oh, so Corporal Chalmers said you could FUDGE with garage doors?"
O'Malley asked with a grim look at Chalmers.

    "Come on Sarge," the Corporal said in defense, "We were just talkin'
while we were setting the emergency power panel to save fuel. You were
right there on the radio."

    "It's okay Rob," O'Malley said with a laugh, "I'm messing with you,
just trying to lighten the mood."

    "First you're a boot camp hard ass, now you're a joker. What's next?"
Chalmers said shaking his head.

    "You never know. It's how I keep you two clowns on your toes," O'Malley
answered, "Listen up! There's a major storm outside. We'll set up here in
the office for now and Chalmers, for being a smart ass, you get the
pleasure of making a manning schedule for the radio as well as making sure
Hodges, Woodley, and Coffield know how to operate it. I'm glad you took the
electronics program. I hope we don't need your field medic training
Mike. There are plenty of supplies in the store room. We won't be cold or
hungry. I had Brett and Rob set the power to just the men's locker room,
the front and back stairwells to it, and the front gymnasium foyer. The
indicator lights to the administrative offices were offline so I'm guessing
that the building has taken some damage. That brings me to the next
point. I'm going to take Woodley and go on a recon to see what we're
dealing with here. I want to know if we're going to have to be dug
out. We'll take a couple of the walkies from storage and you can monitor us
on the com unit while you teach Coffield and Hodges how to operate
it. Stanton you can go through the food supplies and see what you can get
together for lunch when we get back. There's a major amount of damage to
our community and emergency response personnel have more important things
to deal with than six healthy bodied males that are safe and secure with
enough supplies for over a year. I'm hoping we can take care of rescuing
ourselves and join in helping in the save and rescue operation that is sure
to come. Chalmers, Hodges, and I have very specific training in just that
and you young men can count on us. Any time you are unsure or don't
understand something, ask. And that is an order. It looks like we are going
to be stuck here for at least three days. The Sheriff told me the road to
the school is rubble all the way to town. We can look out for ourselves
until then or longer if we have to. Any Questions?"

    No one said a word. I noticed that the thunder was still rumbling in
the background, but it wasn't shaking the building any more. That was good;
it meant the damaging part of the storm was moving off. Other than that the
only sound was the thumping of Bacchus' tail on the floor.

    "Good then," O'Malley declared, "You all know what you have to do, get
to it. Woodley you're with me. I'm going to change into sweats like yours
first, it might be open to the storm out there, no sense getting my ass
frozen off."

    The others all got up and went around the corner headed for the store
room. I wanted to see what it was like, but O'Malley had said I was with
him and that's where I stayed. The Sergeant got up undoing buttons on his
fatigue top and went to one of the lockers on the far wall and opened it. I
instantly was aware of the fact that SGT Ken O'Malley was about to strip
bare in front of me. My dick, which had gone down sometime during the
briefing, began to go back to fully hard. It stretched out my pouch fairly
fast and I had the thought that if I kept getting aroused like today that I
was going to wear out my jockstraps pretty damn fast. While O'Malley was
turned facing his locker, I reached into my pants, into my jock and pulled
my boner to an upright position. I let out a sigh of relief as I pulled my
hand out and O'Malley turned his head around at the sound.

    "How are you doing Justin?" he asked, "Anything wrong?"

    "No Sarge, I'm fine," I responded, "Actually I'm feeling pretty good
now that I know my family is okay."

    "I thought it was just you and your grandfather," he returned as he
hung up his sweats on the door hook, "Principal Haynes gave me a rundown on
your situation. I know it was rough growing up without your parents. You
were lucky to have your grandfather."

    "I guess so, I haven't ever known anything else, but Ben, Will, and Jed
are my family too. We aren't related. I know they're the hired hands, but
it's like having three older brothers that love you and are always looking
out for you. My Grandpa is even stricter than you are. I mean were... I
guess I mean the JROTC Instructor you."

    "Hahahaha!" O'Malley laughed as he foot hooked the short bench to him
and put his foot up to untie his boot, "I know what you mean Justin. SGT
O'Mallet is what the recruits referred to me behind my back in boot or just
The Mallet. I can be a terror, but the army trains its drill Sergeants that
way. We have to make sure that the soldiers of the United States Army can
withstand anything its enemies throw at them, so we make them hard, as hard
as we can. Don't ever believe that freedom is free; it has costs that we
pay for in blood, pain, both physical and mental, and even lives. Don't let
Rob and Mike's hooligan manners fool you, both of them are combat monsters
and either of them would jump in front of a rifle for you, just because
you're a U.S. citizen and it's their job. No telling what they'd go through
for you now that they are so taken with you three. And this disaster isn't
the catastrophe it seems. I'm betting you five end up being good friends,
if not lifelong friends."

By the time O'Malley had finished telling me this, he stood before me in
just his socks, army issue boxers, and white tee shirt. All the time he
talked my dick just got harder and harder as each piece of clothing came
off. I knew I was staring at him, but I was hypnotized by the army
stud. The hair on his arms and legs was a bit lighter in color than the
buzz cut on his head and the trimmed bit that stuck out over the neck of
his tee. His muscles were perfectly proportioned. His confidence radiated
out to engulf me and I couldn't have looked away if a tornado chose that
moment to come crashing through the roof.

    "What about you?" I asked enthralled, "Are we gonna be friends?"

    "If you can handle it and it doesn't conflict with your ROTC course,"
he answered sticking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and shucking
them off in one complete move, "I'd like that, but I'm a hard friend to
have Justin."

    He came back upright and there he was with his male equipment right in
front of me, only four feet away. It was everything I had fantasized about
and more. His soft meat hung a good four inches long and about an inch and
a half wide. The many tight creases in it promised an erect size that would
take anyone's breath away. His nuts were the size of golf balls but more
elongated and they hung in a hairless vertically pleated skin sack that
dangled an inch below his cock, the head of which was circumcised and
nestled in front of his gonads like a Sergeant backed by two hunky
Corporals. His set of goods was framed by a stand of thick curly red pubic
hair that drew attention to it dramatically."

    "Ever seen a red-head's package?" he asked me with a friendly smile,
hanging his boxers and taking his jock off the door hook.

    I shook my head in a negative, not daring to speak, knowing I would
stutter.

    "The color does make it stand out doesn't it?" he asked stepping into
his supporter and adjusting himself cock up in the pouch. He ran his hands
around the waistband positioning it on his hips and then squatted down a
half a foot with his knees bowing out as he positioned his butt straps in
place.

    My hard throbbing cock issued a healthy dollop of pre-cum and it soaked
into the waist band of my jock, which was the only thing keeping my rampant
teen prong from sticking out like an artillery rocket ready for launch. I
contemplated crawling across the floor to the military god-hunk and burying
my face in his jock pouch worshipping his magnificent man meat. The only
thing that stopped me was Mitch coming in the room.

    "Hey Justin," he said seeing me first, "Mike told me to bring this
these out to you and the Sarge."

    He set some stuff down on the desk behind me. I was too enthralled by
the stuff of dreams in front of me to respond to him. O'Malley looked
across me at the senior with his sweatpants in hand.

    "What is it Coffield?" the Sergeant asked turning sideways to step into
the pants.

    Mitch looked over to see the same thing I was mesmerized by. The
profile of the Sergeant was male sexual beauty. All that I've described
before and a hard rounded butt with the line of his jock butt strap
dividing the cheek and disappearing into the bottom curve of his muscle
scalloped ass.

    "Uh...," Mitch stammered taking in the view, "Just..., uh, the walkie
talkies you wanted and a couple of..., uh mag-beam..., uh adjustable
mag-beam flash... flashlights. Oh, and a fifty foot coil of nylon rope and
a three foot crowbar in a canvas duffle bag. You know..., just in case."

    My first time fuck buddy recovered from the sight faster than I did,
but he hadn't gotten the total revelation of the Sergeant's phenomenal set
of goods. He nudged me subtly with his knee and added a question as
O'Malley looked down to tie the drawstring on his baggy pants.

    "Do you need anything else Sir?"

    "No," the Sergeant replied pulling his sweatshirt over his head, "That
should do us just fine Mitch. Thank you."

    "You're welcome," the baseball jock answered taking the opportunity of
O'Malley's head being in his shirt to shake my shoulder roughly, "The hand
units are set on number three. We have the com unit's secondary receiver
set to them. We kept the primary on the emergency band. We already tested
them. Rob really knows his stuff, and Brett's pretty up on it too."

    "It sounds like you're catching on pretty well yourself," the Sergeant
pointed out, pulling on his boots.

    "Well he, Chalmers I mean, insisted that when you issue a directive
that it means get it done; as fast, as efficient, and as perfect as
possible," Mitch said as I finally came to my senses thanks to his shaking.

    "Did he now?" O'Malley asked with a grin, tying his laces, "I recall
having to go to extremes to get that across to him in boot camp."

    "Okay then," Mitch replied, "I guess I'll get back to it. Uh, I know
you will, but be careful. I've seen tornado damaged buildings before and
they can be unstable. I'll see you both when you get back."

    "Thank you Mitch," the Sergeant said sincerely stamping his boots and
tugging his sweats into place comfortably, "And tell Chalmers what I told
you about him at boot camp. And then tell him I said to quit sending cadets
to fucking suck up for him."

    "But he didn't..." the senior began.

    "I know," O'Malley cut him off, "But if you act like I was serious and
a little pissed you might make him squirm. Then just laugh. He'll know then
that that I had you set him up. It'll be a little one-upsmanship for all
the teasing I know he's been dishing out to you three. Make sure you say
fucking and be sure to jump back when you laugh, he'll try to grab you. If
it doesn't get a belly laugh out of Hodges then I'll eat my boots. Can you
do it?"

    "Uh, I guess so," Mitch agreed with a smile starting to form on his
lips, "Yeah, this is gonna be sweet!"

    "Then get to it Mr. Coffield!" O'Malley ordered in a mocking style of
himself, "Lose the smile cadet and I expect a full report when we get
back!"

    "Sir, yes Sir!" Mitch responded getting into the spirit of it and
turning to go do the Sergeant's dirty deed.

    "That was cool," I said looking at the studly man that had previously
had me so intimidated.

    "Well if it isn't Justin Woodley, back from his daydream," O'Malley
teased me, "Come on, let's get this done."

    He distributed the equipment, handing me a hand held com unit and a
Maglite, after checking them both. Slinging the bag over his shoulder he
ushered us out of the office and to the side courtyard door. As much as we
tried, the metal door wouldn't budge. The bar handle worked and we could
see the bolt mechanism opening and closing in the strike plate in the
narrow slit between the door and frame, but the door itself wouldn't even
rattle. I noticed a slight indented crease about ten inches long down near
the middle at the bottom of the door and pointed it out to the sergeant.

    "Good eyes Justin," he admonished me and knelt down to inspect it with
his hand on my thigh for balance.

    Just as my dick had finally started to deflate some, in fact just
enough to free it from the confines of the waistband, there it went back to
rock hard boner. My sweats tented out not more than a foot from the back of
the Sergeant's head, stretching out my jock pouch once again. `Damn!' I
thought, I was gonna have to start wearing a hard cup supporter around the
Sergeant if this kept up. That or else go around with my pointer out for
everyone to see whenever the red-headed stud was anywhere near me.

    "There's something pretty heavy up against this door," O'Malley pointed
out as he stood pushing up from my thigh and caught sight of my erection,
"It's bigger than that Justin, as impressive as it is. I hope the whole
courtyard hasn't collapsed. That would mean that at least the whole back
half of the school is rubble. I doubt it though. Half of the indicator
lights on the emergency control panel would be out. It's probably something
big and heavy tossed into the yard by the tornado. Secure that monster in
your pants and let's try the back stairwell."

    My mind went tumbling between embarrassed and complemented over and
over as I reached into my jock once again to pin my dick down with my
strap's waistband. O'Malley didn't watch, he was on the radio reporting our
first findings to Brett who happened to be on at the time. He finished his
update and looked at me and winked, nodding his head for me to follow
him. We turned back into the hallway and headed for the back door.

    That door opened easily. The lights were on, but the place was messed
up. Water dripped from the stairs over us and from the roof down the
well. We both put on our caps and drew our hoods closed. It was cold in
here. Both windows were blown out with bits and chunks of safety glass
strewn across every step. We made our way up to the first landing and a
bitter blast of air laden with snow struck us hard. It contained bits of
wooden and metal debris as well as a good amount of organic matter that
stuck to us like wet mulch. We couldn't see anything out the window but
swirling snow. O'Malley motioned me to go back down the stairs, he would
have had to yell to be heard over the howling wind and that would have
meant opening his mouth to get it sprinkled with debris. We went back down
and back through the door into the locker room hallway. The best thing
about the stairwell was that it had taken my hard-on away.

    "We can get out here if we have to," the Sergeant said brushing the
debris off of his sweats, "It'll be a simple matter to use the ropes to
lower ourselves to the ground from the window. The rails are still intact
and it looks like the windows and roof were the only things damaged by the
twister. Of course we'll have to wait for the storm to dissipate
first. It's as bad as Ice Station Zebra out there."

    "I read that book," I stated as I brushed the crud from my clothes too.

    "You're one up on me," O'Malley replied turning his back to me, "I only
saw the movie. Could you get my backside for me?"

    "There's a movie?" I asked brushing the clinging pieces off of the
Sergeant's back, down his butt, and the back of his legs.

    I started getting hard again when I felt the musculature of his ass
against my hands. I managed to fight it off by recalling the submarine
spy-suspense story. It worked, but barely.

    "Yeah," O'Malley affirmed, "Rock Hudson, Ernest Borgnine, and several
other well-known actors. It's an all-male cast movie and a classic. You
ought to see it. In fact when we get out of here, I'll rent it and we can
all get together and watch it at my place, sort of a survival
celebration. Turn around and let me get you."

    "That would be cool if my Grandpa will let me," I told him as he
brushed off the back of my hood and shoulders.

    "He keeps a pretty tight rein on you it seems," the Sergeant commented
doing my back.

    "I'll say," I said as he got to my butt and brushed it off just as
vigorously.

    My cock went rock hard again in a flash. I just sighed and casually
reached into my jock to confine it one more time. I'm sure O'Malley saw me
reach into my crotch, but this time he didn't comment on the occurrence.

    "Listen to me Justin," the Sergeant said continuing down to my thighs,
"From what I've been told, the man lost his only daughter, and then shortly
after that his wife. That was his whole remaining family except for you. I
bet he lives in fear of losing you every day."

    "I haven't ever thought about it like that," I answered, enlightened by
the army hunk's keen observation as he finished the backs of my lower legs.

    "Keep it in mind," he said standing, "Stamp your boots to clear them
and we'll head to the front stairwell. Remind me to get someone to sweep
this up later."

    "I will," I responded stomping the loose debris from my boots, "Keep it
in mind and remind you."

    "Good man," he said clasping my shoulder and taking his com out of his
front pocket.

    He made his report as we walked down the aisle from one end of the
locker room to the other in the dim widely spaced emergency lighting. It
was Mitch on the other end this time. He had some difficulty with the
jargon and I could hear Chalmers correcting him in the background. I
wondered how his and O'Malley's stunt had played out on the Corporal. We
came to the final door and O'Malley signed out.

    Once again he reached out and felt the door and then pushed the bar
handle. The door opened smoothly. The hallway on the other side was normal
except for the low emergency lighting and the temperature. It was cold here
too and we both drew our hoods back on, tying and fastening them
closed. This side had a hall instead of just opening into a stairwell
because it was a double access entry. To our right the door into the girl's
locker room mirrored the one we stood in. I pointed to the emergency light
by that door identical to the one to my left above my head. It wasn't
working. The double width stairway in between the two locker room doors
however was lit. Cold air flowed down the stairs and we could hear the
wailing of the wind above us punctuated by an occasional roll of distant
thunder.

    "That light must be on the female locker room circuit," O'Malley
pointed out to me, "It's one of the ones I had Chalmers shut down to save
on fuel."

    "Why isn't the heat working here?" I asked him.

    "The indicators say it is," he answered, "There must be some damage
that has it open to the outside. Thanks for asking Justin. I need to tell
Chalmers to shut down the heating system in the back stairwell. No sense in
wasting the power. I want to minimize our fuel consumption on the
generators in case FEMA needs to use this place as an emergency
shelter. It'll just take a second."

    He pulled his talkie from his unipocket. Serendipitously Rob
answered. SGT O'Malley issued the order for the power shutdown to the
Corporal.

    "Rodger that recon leader," his voice came back, "Wilco on power
shutdown in rear stairwell. Over."

    O'Malley made a short report on our current location and findings so
far and signed off. He put the com back in his pocket and turned to me. His
face took on a look of curiosity.

    "What's with the smile?" he asked, "Did I accidentally say something
funny?"

    "No," I answered, "I..., uh...,"

    "Spit it out Woodley," he urged me.

    "I'm excited is all," I answered and the Sergeant's first reaction to
my statement was to take a quick glance at my crotch.

    "Not like that," I blurted out turning red which was sort of a lie
since O'Malley's furtive look had made my dick swell back to half hard. I
changed the subject fast, "It's just that this is like a real life
adventure of my own. You know; reconnaissance, military com talk, being
with a real combat trained army Sergeant. It's like one of my books or a
movie. It's a thrill. Is that weird?"

    "No Justin, it isn't," he replied with a friendly smile, "It actually
sounds like a healthy positive approach to a difficult situation. You just
go right ahead and keep looking for the best in whatever happens. The whole
world could benefit by following your example. I'm going to, and I hope we
get to the happily ever after part real fast. Now come on let's go see
where this cold draft is coming from."

    We climbed the stairs carefully, not wanting to walk into another
blowing wind full of debris. The sound of wild swirling air was further
than the stairwell to my ears. We got to the first landing with no
change. Now that we could see to the top landing, we saw that the two sets
of double doors were all standing open to the gymnasium foyer. Stepping
onto the top landing we could see that the doors were all propped open by
their attached doorstops. The janitorial crew must have left them that way
when they finished on Friday night.

    Looking out the doors into the entry area presented us with a bizarre
scene. Across the foyer, the second set of double doors to our left leading
outside were busted. They hung askew by just their top hinges and the
center frame post was bent entirely inward at almost a right angle at its
joint to the main frame at the top of the entry. The floor in front of the
opening was snow covered for about twenty feet and then gouged and littered
with broken tiles and a scattering of storm debris in a line that ran off
at an angle to our left past where we could see. This was where the cold
air was coming from. Gusts of wind swept inward through the smashed entry
made visible by the undulating waves of snow it carried with it. We steeped
out into the foyer and our eyes followed the line of damage to its source.

    A shredded tree trunk denuded of bark and branches, rife with splinters
and cracks, was wedged into the corner. It was about twelve feet long and a
foot and a half wide. The end of it had completely demolished most of the
trophy case that ran the length of the outside wall. We could clearly see
the path it had taken by the damage to the floor. The point of impact on
the case was obvious too, since the force of the blow had made a hole in
the cinderblock wall and left it cracked in three places all the way to the
ten foot ceiling. The trunk had swung around in an arc after hitting the
wall end-on leaving a sweeping streak on the floor like a windshield wiper
does on a muddy window. It had taken out all three sets of double doors
that led into the gym on that side of the concession stand. We could see
all six of them scattered across the gymnasium floor past the midcourt line
in the opening over the log and through the twisted hanging metal remains
of the frames around it.

    "Whhhheeeeeew!" O'Malley let out a dismayed whistle staring at the
aftermath, "How would you have liked to have been here to see that baby
make its entrance?"

    "Uh, no thanks!" I declined, "I probably would have pissed my pants."

    The Sergeant began to quietly chuckle.

    "It wasn't that funny," I told him soberly.

    "I'm not laughing at you Justin," he explained, "You just made me
remember something."

    "What?" I asked him.

    "I was in Eastern Europe," he said turning to face me, "It was a
routine night recon and I had taken up a position on a small hill
overlooking a road leading into the local township. I heard the whining
shriek of an anti-personnel missile. It must have been defective, because
it didn't burst; all I heard was a loud thud since I had automatically gone
into a duck and cover position. I peeked up from under my helmet and saw
the missile lying on the ground in front of me within arm's reach. My
bladder let loose and soaked my camo pants."

    "You?" I asked in disbelief.

    "Yeah, me," he affirmed with another chuckle, "Big bad SGT Ken
O'Malley! I wet myself good."

    "Doesn't that embarrass you to tell me about it?"

    "No, it doesn't," he said capturing my brown eyes with his blue ones,
"And I'll tell you why. I don't feel humiliated at all by it because even
before I quit dripping piss, I was up on my feet and completing my recon. I
walked back into camp and made my report to my Lieutenant before I got out
of my urine drenched camos and showered. Courage isn't a lack of fear
Justin, it's doing what has to be done even when you're scared shitless. I
think you have that in you. Now come on and let's close these stairwell
doors."

    We had the doors all shut in less than a minute. The narrow vertical
windows on them began to fog up as the heat coming out of the vent at the
bottom rose to the top of the stairwell and was contained by the doors. As
O'Malley made his com report, I walked over to check out the tree trunk. I
got about ten feet from it and felt my feet slipping on the floor tiles. I
waved my arms wildly trying to catch my balance, heard the Sergeant yell my
name out, flew up in the air face up and then everything went black.

    The next thing I recall was a bouncing motion. My vision spun into
focus as I felt myself being lowered onto a soft but firm smooth
surface. O'Malley's face loomed over me as he laid me down. I heard him
talking to me and I blinked my eyes rapidly trying to figure out what was
going on.

    "Justin! Justin can you hear me?" he said holding me by the jaw and
aiming my face his.

    "Yaa..., yeaaaaah, I can hear you," I said slowly, "What happened?"

    "You fell and hit the back of your head on the floor," O'Malley told
me, "Just a minute ago. I don't think you really past out, you were moving
and trying to get to your knees the whole time. Look at me Justin. How many
fingers am I holding up?"

    "Two, one, three, four and your thumb, one," I responded as he raised
and lowered his digits and I tried to sit up, "I'm fine really Sarge, I
don't even have a headache."

    "Let me be sure Justin," he said putting his big hand on my chest and
pushing me back down on the mat, "Follow my finger with your eyes."

    "I can make this a whole lot easier for you," I said, still doing as he
wanted and tracked his finger, "It's Saturday morning on my first day to
work for you. We were supposed to begin building an obstacle course, but an
F-4 tornado put a kink in our plans. You and I are out checking the
entrances for damage and assessing the situation. Right now we are in the
gym equipment room behind the concession stand. Every student that has had
a phys ed class knows this room. I'm guessing you carried me in here while
I was stunned from the blow to my head. See? I'm fine. What made me slip
like that?"

    "Okay Mr. Woodley," O'Malley said with a laugh, "You pass. You've taken
a crack to the skull before I guess, you know the drill. When the cyclone
flung that tree trunk through the front doors it came in dripping wet from
the rain that preceded the snow. It left a film of water around it that
froze when the temperature dropped and got below freezing in the foyer. I
wouldn't have seen it myself without careful inspection Justin, don't feel
bad about it, it could just as easily have been me."

    Both of our com units buzzed with a call at the same time. The Sergeant
pulled his out and told Chalmers that everything was fine and signed
out. He offered me his hand and pulled me up to a sitting position on what
I saw now to be a stack of four eight by ten gym mats that he had hastily
flipped over from where a dozen more were stashed on edge leaning up
against the wall. It was pretty dim in most of this big room. O'Malley had
set me down under the only emergency light in it. There were racks of
various balls, net posts, rolled nets, rackets, and a mixed array of all
kinds of sports equipment stored here. It was warm in here and I saw the
grill of a vent up above the stack of mats over me. There was one door
right in front of me and I knew it opened into the gym on the side where
the tree trunk had mangled the doors. The Sergeant hadn't had to carry me
very far, but even that short distance was impressive considering my
size. O'Malley was a very strong man.

    "I think we might be able to use some of these mats downstairs for
bedding," the Sergeant said still looking me over.

    "There's a whole stack of them down there already in that room behind
the locker alcove the wrestling and gymnastics teams use," I told him, "I'd
be easier to just use those."

    "You're a gold mine of good suggestions Justin," he said standing up
from his squatting position beside me, "I want to see you get to your feet
on your own."

    I stood up without a problem. O'Malley was right about me having taken
a crack to the head, I had tripped on a pile of wheat hay this past summer
and struck the side of my head on the reaper skirt. Will had rushed me to
the emergency clinic where I got three stitches and the check over for a
concussion. I felt the back of my head and there was a tender spot with a
small goose egg, but it wasn't bad at all. I would rather have it than a
paper cut, those bitchin' things hurt a lot worse.

    "Now let me see you walk to the door and back," he told me and
interrupted me as my mouth opened to speak, "Do it Mr. Woodley, that's an
order!"

    I walked over to the door, picked up a basketball from the rack by it,
dribbled the ball back over to where he stood and switching hands back to
the door. I put the ball back on the rack, stretched my right hand out in
front of me and brought the index finger directly to my nose without taking
my eyes off of him. I turned to face him squarely and just stood there.

    "At last!" O'Malley exclaimed, "A character flaw. You can be cocky when
you get comfortable around someone can't you?"

    "I didn't mean to be cocky Sergeant," I said innocently, "I only wanted
you to be sure that I was well. I appreciate you concern Sir."

   "I can see you've already spent too much time around Chalmers and
Hodges," he responded with a fake grimace and then smiled, "Come on let's
get back downstairs and give the others a more detailed account of our
recon."

    He started to walk over to me and I saw his boot get caught under the
next to bottom mat he had tipped down flat to lay me on. It wasn't even
with the other three and hung over the bottom one by a few inches. He
stumbled and I darted over to catch him. That was a mistake. He most likely
would have caught himself on the upright stack. As it was, our legs got
tangled up together and we fell in heap and I was back down on the mats,
but this time I was face down on top of SGT O'Malley. I got my bearings and
looked up with my eyes only to see him flat on his back. His legs were
spread on either side of my shoulders with his bent knees rising up around
me. I was face down in his crotch and he had his chin down looking directly
at me with his dark blue eyes. He didn't move or say a word and neither did
I. The plump fullness of his cock was centered right under my partially
open mouth. The moment seemed to stretch on and on. I slowly began to open
my mouth on the mound in his sweatpants encompassing more of his jock bound
tool. It twitched and swelled up quite a bit. My own dick was back to being
a steel hard pole.

    "Are you sure Justin?" he asked me with the only movement being his
mouth and the expanding man meat between my lips.

    I nodded my head in an affirmative causing his dick to firm up more.

    "Stay right where you are. Don't move. Don't make a sound," he told me
as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the com unit.

     I wondered where the canvas bag had gone to, but did as I was told and
remained perfectly still except for my pulsing dick that I had no control
over. The army tool between my lips continued to thicken, every surge
making my heart beat faster and faster.

    "Recon leader to base," O'Malley said calmly keeping me enthralled with
his eyes.

    "This is base com recon leader, go ahead," Brett's voice came back this
time.

    "Recon proceeding to check and gather supplies in concession stand
base, copy that," the Sergeant said.

    "Recon checking and gathering supplies from concession stand, we copy,"
Brett acknowledged.

    "Expect down time of up to sixty minutes, repeat down time up to six-oh
minutes, copy" O'Malley imparted.

    "Base to expect down time from recon of up to sixty, repeat six-oh
minutes, we copy," Brett returned.

    "Recon out," O'Malley signed out and set his com off to the side on the
concrete floor.

    "Base standing by," Brett signed out too.

    "Okay Justin, you've got an hour. Take your com unit and Maglite out of
your pocket and set them aside," O'Malley instructed me, "We've teased each
other enough today to know we both want this, now show me you want it."

    I snatch the items from my sweat shirt pocket and set them on the floor
as far away as I could reach without breaking mouth contact with the mound
in my mouth. I reached up with both hands and grabbed the sides of
O'Malley's sweatpants and set to work gnawing, mouthing and chewing lightly
on the engorging lump of army cock in my face. The sergeant reached down
with one hand and pulled the drawstring loose at his waist. I yanked at the
pants and he lifted his butt up to let them slide down to his thighs
revealing a cock that had his jock pouch tented out so much that I rooted
into the right side of it and sucked on the exposed shaft hard enough to
draw its full length out to the side. I reached in with my left hand and
pulled the mesh to the side freeing his big balls and his huge cock jerked
up to point at his face.

    "Go for it Justin," He told me with a devilish smile of lust.

    "Sir, yes Sir," I responded.

    "Is that how you want it to be cadet?" he asked me.

    "Sir, yes Sir!"

    "Get your cock sucking faggot mouth on that big army meat cadet!" SGT
O'Malley ordered me jumping right into my fantasy.

    "Sir, yes Sir!" I responded with my dick throbbing in my jock.

    I took the Sergeant's fat now nine inch pole in my right hand around
the base and aimed it at my mouth and jammed it into my throat. It was the
largest cock I had ever tried to take. I later found out the enormous rod
was seven inches around. It lodged in the back of my throat with only a
little more than half of it inside. I wanted the whole colossal shaft down
my gullet. I wanted my nose pressed into the army stud's red pubes so I
could smell the musky masculine scent of his groin.

    I relaxed and began swallowing with my throat muscles. I knew my throat
would be sore later, but I didn't care, I had to have it. My gulps enabled
me to slide down another two inches on the rigid prick. I could begin to
smell the man's crotch sweat.

    "Fuck your mouth down on that cum pole cadet!" O'Malley encouraged me
with his most commanding voice, "Take it you sperm hungry dick eater."

    The Sergeant grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head with his
huge right hand and yanked my head so that my chin rested on my chest. The
new angle sent his battering ram cock all the way down my throat. I felt my
neck stretching to accommodate the giant army pecker and as my nose became
surrounded by the course tickling of his fiery pubes it sent me over the
edge. My balls drew up tightly in my aching scrotum and my steel hard dick
erupted in my jock. One, then two, then three salvoes of my teenage spew
burst from my prick, then three more, and another two, followed by three
single bursts of thick cock snot. The moans and yells of my orgasmic
ecstasy were contained by the massive slab of man meat down my throat, but
the vibrations they caused up and down O'Malley's huge pole were enough to
send him rocketing into his own orgasm. His huge weapon expanded, went off,
and launched his stud cum wads into my gullet.

    "SWALLOW MY FUCKIN' NUT JUICE!" he yelled, "TAKE THAT LOAD DOWN YOUR
THROAT YOU COCKSUCKING CADET! TAKE IT ALL!"

    SGT O'Malley sat up and crammed my head down onto his ejaculating
cock. I felt the tube at the root of his erupting shaft pulse across my
bottom lip seven times with the thick discharges of his seed. And then he
fell back on his back letting go of my head and heaving air into his broad
chest.

    His spent cock began to subside in my throat, retracting slowly back as
it went down. I stayed down on it until the head finally withdrew into the
back of my mouth. I began to suck on it gently, aware of how sensitive it
would be after cumming so explosively. I finally got a taste of the creamy
nectar that O'Malley had blasted almost directly into my stomach. I slowly
nursed the last drop of cum from his shaft and rolled it around on my
tongue as I let his meat slid out of my mouth. I kissed the head as it lay
in its nest of flaming dark red pubic hair and stuck my tongue out to slide
down a bit and flick it at his big balls that were going slack in his
scrotum.

    I felt his hands reach down and grip my upper arms securely. He pulled
me up to lie on top of him face to face. He felt my hard dick against him
through my clothing and slid his left hand under my sweatpants to grasp my
erection firmly in my cum slimed jock pouch. His right hand took ahold of
the back of my head and the Sergeant rolled us to the left. He let go of my
dick, felt around in my pants, found the drawstring, and pulled it loose.

    We were nose to nose and our eyes were locked together. His hand on my
head exerted pressure. He forced our lips together. I gasped in pleasure as
his tongue began to explore my mouth. I tried to reciprocate, but began to
shake, overwhelmed by the whole situation. O'Malley drew back.

    "Calm down," he said softly, "It's a hell of a time for you to get
nervous now. What's wrong?"

    "Nuh, nothing Sir," I stammered as he pushed me over on my back.

    He elbowed himself up and pushed his pants down to a bunch around his
boots and knelt beside me. He grabbed my sweatpants and yanked them down,
bunching them up the same way. All I did was stare at his cock and balls as
they bounced around from his activity. He reached over and freed my hard
sperm coated dick and balls from the confines of my jock by pulling the
pouch to the side like I had done to him.

    "I haven't cum that fast since I was your age," he told me as he sat
beside me leaning back on his arms with his legs straight out, "Can it with
the `Sir' submissive shit for a few Justin. That guy is inside of me all
the time. You can have him back later, right now I want to know something
and it's personal."

     I looked at him and waited on his query.

    "Were you molested?" he asked me, "And I'm not talkin' about like what
we just did. That was consensual. I mean forced before you were able to
make decisions about sex and what you wanted on your own. Don't lie. I
swear on my honor I'll never breathe a word of it. Were you?"

    "No," I answered truthfully making sure to keep eye contact so he could
see the veracity of it, "Why?"

    "Why! FUCKIN' WHY!" he vociferated, "Where in the fuck did you learn to
swallow dick like that? Even Hodges chokes and gags on my meat if he stays
down on it for more than a minute and he's one of the best goddamn
cocksuckers I've ever known."

    "I wanted it real bad Sarge," I replied not even the least bit
surprised that the blonde Corporal had sucked O'Malley's tool.

    I sat up and managed to get my legs crossed Indian style in the bonds
of my sweats around my boots, facing the Sergeant. My hard cock stood up
like a beacon in my lap shining with the sticky remains of my spontaneous
orgasm.

    "I've known that since the day you walked up to the JROTC table," he
admitted laughing, "I've wanted you just as bad since that moment
too. Don't panic though, you don't come across as homo at all, at least not
to anyone you don't have a boner for. But that doesn't explain your
world-class cock sucking skill."

    "I can't tell you," I said, "The guys that taught me how to do it did
it by demonstration, mostly on me. I wanted to be able to make them feel as
good as it felt to me. I wanted to do it. Nobody ever forced me."

    "How old were you?" he asked.

    "Fourteen," I answered.

    "Okay," he said nodding his head, "So are all three of your farm hand
`brothers' as adept at swallowing cock as you are?"

    My face went red, not from embarrassment this time, but in panic. I had
somehow revealed my most closely guarded secret. I had let down Ben, Will,
and Jed, the people that I cared the most about in the world outside of my
Grandpa.

    "I gave you my word Justin," O'Malley said grabbing me suddenly and
hugging me into his chest as we flopped back down to lay on the mats, "I'd
kill myself before I'd ever tell anyone. Now you just lay back and let me
take care of that hard-on. We don't have a lot of time just now and I want
to get a good taste of your ball juice. And that's an order Cadet!"

    O'Malley lifted me up and positioned me on my back. I could fell the
flexing of his muscles as he manhandled me into place. Without another
word, he bent over and swallowed my teenage cock. I let out a gasp of
carnal pleasure as he choked on my meat, spluttering his saliva into my
short and curlies. He came up off my cum smeared pole and went to bobbing
up and down on it rapidly, keeping a hard suction on it at the same time.
I took his head in my hands running my hands through his coppery buzzed
hair and slowed his up and down motions to the speed I liked most and
unloaded in his mouth.

    "OH FUCK!" I yelled feeling the jolting rush of orgasmic euphoria as it
flashed from my crotch into my whole body, "OH YEAH! SUCK MY COCK SARGE!"

    He did more than that. He slammed his head down on my dick and let me
shoot my next two wads in his throat even though he gagged a little. He
came back up off my jerking pleasure pole to hold it in his vacuuming mouth
as I shot the rest of my heavy sperm load across his tongue. When my dick
finished its eruptions and jerks, he sat up and smiled at me. There was a
glob of my ball juice in the right corner of his mouth and I sat up in a
flash and plastered my mouth on his to suck it up. He kissed me thoroughly
as I recovered from my orgasm. I was hard and boned up. I reached into his
crotch and found that his mammoth rod was erect and leaking.

    "We'll make time for that later," he said lowering his hands to knead
my butt cheeks, "Stand up."

    I pushed myself to my feet and O'Malley got up beside me. He reached
out and stretched the cum gooey mesh pouch of my jock back over my cock and
balls, trapping my hard-on in the waistband. He then folded the whole waist
band down one time so that it rode lower on my waist and butt holding the
shaft of my erect prick tight against my lower abs with the head protruding
over the tight elastic. He repeated the process on himself.

    "That's a trick I learned to keep my dick from tenting out my
pants. It's one of the advantages of wearing a wide band jock," he informed
me bending over to pull up his sweats, "Even if you lose your erection it's
low enough turned down to still keep your dick in place if it bones up
again. Now put your sweats back on and let's use the rest of our hour to
raid the concession stand like I told Stanton we were doing. Coach Weldon
just had it restocked day before yesterday and some junk food to supplement
the rations in the store room will make us all happier."

    When we were both ready with sweatpants, caps, and hoods back on, com
units and my Maglite back in ur pockets, O'Malley opened the door to the
chill air of the gym. To my right were the demolished doorways and the
messed up tree trunk. The canvas carry bag was on the floor just outside
the door and he picked it up and carried it in his hand. We stepped through
being careful of the ice patches and the door to the concession stand was
on our right.

    The concession stand was back to back with the gym equipment room and
they were the same size, the equipment store room being in the gym and the
concession stand in the lobby. The Sergeant pulled out his keys and
unlocked the door. We went in the room and filled the canvas sack with
candy, cookies, nuts and chips. It felt like about twenty pounds
worth. O'Malley handed me the sack and sorted a random selection of soft
drinks into four cases. He pulled out his com unit and told Hodges, who
answered, that we were returning. He handed me the carry sack, hoisted the
four cases of soda and we left. We stayed close to the Concession stand
wall to avoid any ice slicks from the tree and headed to the stairwell in
the middle of the foyer between the concession stand and the doors leading
outside. The wide was still howling through the busted in set and the snow
drift in the opening was now about three feet high. If it kept getting
higher at the current rate, it would seal itself in just a couple of hours.

    I opened the door at the stairwell for us, held it for the Sergeant,
and followed him in; making sure the door was shut securely behind us. We
were back in a heated area. It didn't take any time at all to get back to
the coach's office in the locker room where the smell of freshly brewed
coffee surrounded us. Mitch met us at the door and took the cases from the
Sergeant with Bacchus coming over to greet us. He set them on one of the
other coach's desk and I deposited the sack next to them. O'Malley pulled
out his com and told the others to come join us in the office as he sat
down in his chair.

    Brett and the two Corporals came in from the hall and we all sat down
except for Mitch who brought us all a cup of coffee. SGT O'Malley and I
gave the guys a full run down on everything we had found out. Chalmers gave
us an update on everything he had learned over the radio and got up to go
back and monitor it.

    "You're on at fourteen hundred Woodley," he told me as he walked out,
"And if you've got any shit planned with the Sergeant like Coffield did,
ask him what the consequences are."

    Brett and Mike started laughing and Mitch turned redder than O'Malley's
hair. The Sarge and I both looked at them in puzzlement.

    "What happened?" I asked.

    "Rob spanked the hell out of Mitch's ass," Brett said between laughs.

    "Yeah, thanks a lot Sarge," Mitch said accusingly, "My butt is still
burning."

    "He went easy on you Coffield," Hodges added finishing laughing, "I've
seen him leave guys unconscious on the floor that laughed at him. But I
have to say you did make him turn pale when you told him the Sarge was
pissed. You were great, we all believed you. Next time you laugh at him
after a prank you just need to get out of arm's reach first."

    "I told you to jump back," O'Malley said.

    "I forgot," Mitch replied still not sitting down.

    The Sarge and I both started to laugh then too. O'Malley got up and
walked over to a cabinet beside the coffee maker, opened it, got something
off the shelf, and tossed it to Mitch.

    "That's lidocaine cream. It'll let you sit easier," the Sergeant said,
"Come on Hodges, I want to talk to you and Chalmers about sealing up that
front doorway. If the snow seals it, then the room will heat up. Then the
snow and ice will melt. Then it will freeze and do it all over again. I
don't want our easiest exit to be an ice rink."

    "Sarge," I said getting his attention.

    "Yeah Justin?"

    "I'm supposed to remind you about the debris we left by the back door,"
I told him.

    "Thanks," O'Malley replied, "Anything else? Anybody?"

    "There's chicken noodle soup on the hot plate and a bag of dried figs
for lunch," Mitch told him, "We've all eaten. It's on that wall flip down
table."

    "Thanks Mitch," O'Malley said as he and Hodges headed for the emergency
store room, "And remember to jump next time."

     Mitch gave him the middle finger salute behind his back. And then it
was just me, Brett, and Mitch. It was the first time we had been alone
together since we met in the parking lot that morning.

     "Okay Coffield," Brett said, "Give man, something's going on between
you and Hodges and I'm dying to know."

    "Ask Justin," Mitch responded, "He instigated it."

    Before I could answer, the com unit in my pocket buzzed. I took it out
and answered, "Woodley here." It was SGT O'Malley. He asked me to come back
to the store room.

    "Sorry guys," I said and headed for the hall, "I'll try and come right
back."

    "Here ya go Justin," The Sergeant said as he met me in the store room
doorway handing me a tray with a bowl of soup and a paper towel with a
handful of dried figs on it, "And I'd appreciate it if you could find time
to go to your locker and change your jock. I want the one you've got on as
a souvenir, just toss it in the bottom drawer of my desk. Now go eat."

    He turned and went back in the store room. I took my tray back in the
office and set it down on the desk past O'Malley's. Mitch and Brett were
saying something but I missed it being dismayed by the Sarge's request. He
was one kinky fucker.

    "Holy fuckin' shit Justin!" Brett said to me, "That wasn't cool! You
could have gotten Mitch in a load of trouble. Not to mention getting you
both labeled as fags and then me by association."

    "Shut the fuck up for a minute Brett," Mitch said quickly, "Let me
finish."

    We both turned to look at him.

    "He knew," Mitch said indicating me, "I don't know how, but he knew."

    "Knew what?" Brett asked.

    "He knew Hodges was gay, or maybe bi. I freaked out when Justin told
him we had gotten it on together and Hodges grabbed me and kissed me to
calm me down. After the Sarge and Justin left, he hauled me over in that
corner past the coffee maker and yanked my sweats down and sucked me off
while you and Chalmers were back there on the radio together. After he
swallowed my whole load, he just got up and walked back to the store room
saying `Nice, real nice!'."

    Both of them turned to me looking for an explanation.

    "Would you guys buy it if I told you I was psychic?" I said trying to
lighten the mood.

    They both took two menacing steps toward me.

    "Okay, okay," I said backing up, "But you're probably gonna freak
out. I did. You remember when I came racing out to the parking lot and you
were checking out my engine?"

    I proceeded to tell them what I had seen. When I got to the part about
Bacchus fucking Corporal Hodges, both of their mouths dropped open in what
I thought was shock as they turned to stare at the huge Harlequin Dane
lying by O'Malley's desk. I found out otherwise later.

    "I bet his knot is three times bigger than... OW!" Brett said as Mitch
punched him in his arm.

    "You could have told me Justin," Mitch said.

    "When?" I asked him, "Right after it happened? I barely even knew
you. Neither one of you had ever spoken a word to me until yesterday."

    "I explained that Justin," Mitch responded stepping up to me with a
smile, "All the other students we know said you were a loner and wanted to
be left alone. Believe me we asked everybody about you. Hell man, Brett and
I had both seen you the first day you came to school two years ago. He
asked me that day at lunch if I had seen the hot cute tall freshman. I knew
exactly who he was talking about. Your locker was right across from mine. I
used to hang out by it for no other reason than I was hoping you would look
at me so I could come over and talk to you. I didn't know jack shit
personally about you until last week when I asked my mother out of
desperation. You know some of what she told me, about your mother being her
best friend and all."

    The whole time Mitch was talking Brett was nodding his head in
confirmation. As soon as he finished Brett jumped in.

    "The only reason Mitch and I signed up for JROTC was because we saw you
talking to O'Malley at the table he had set up in the front lobby and you
walked off with an application."

    I felt so good finding out these two hot guys had been after me, me
Justin Woodley, for almost two years. An avalanche of regrets flashed
through my thoughts and I dismissed them. My Grandpa always said that
regretting something was a waste of time that you could be spending doing
something better.

    I impulsively grabbed Mitch and kissed him. He opened his mouth and we
tongued each other for a few seconds before I let him go and turned to
Brett, taking him by the shoulders and giving him the same treatment. Man
oh man, it was one wild kiss. He chewed my lip and tried to put his tongue
down my throat. I felt his cock go hard against my thigh and mine responded
in kind. We broke apart with me gasping breathless from the passion the
dark haired handsome senior had flooded me with in his kiss.

    "Thanks guys," I said, "What you said made me really happy. But I guess
you see that I never really had the chance to tell you about what I saw."

    "How about after we fucked?" Mitch asked smiling at me.

    "Damn it Mitch," I said nudging him with my shoulder, "The only thing
on my mind then was how super fantastic cool you were. And then you came
out with the stuff about Brett and invited me over for next weekend. Give
me a break man!"

    "Wait a sec!" Brett interjected, "You two fucked? You didn't tell me
that Coffield! Who fucked who? Or did you flip? Who went first? Was
it... Ummmph."

    Mitch clamped his hand over Brett's mouth.

    "It was his first fuck," Mitch said in Brett's ear, "So I let him do
me. And he was great! I sat down on his dripping pole and he went wild
slamming his big dick into me like a battering ram. He loaded my ass with
what felt like a quart of his warm spooge. Then he pushed me over the
middle console of his car and licked my hole clean. There, I told you."

    Mitch made me sound like I was the king of all fuck studs, but he knew
what he was doing. Brett's eyes bugged out as he stared at me. He looked
down at my crotch trying to see through my clothes. His bent over dick
jumped in his sweats and a wet spot formed where his cock head apparently
strained against his jock. I stepped up to him, pulled the top of his
sweatpants out with one hand and shoved the other one into his jockstrap. I
grabbed his seven inch pecker, which was as thick as O'Malley's at the base
tapering to a torpedo head, and pulled it upright in his pouch. He came all
over my hand. I dropped to my knees managing to force the front of his
pants and jock down to his ballsack and swallowed his erupting cock."

    "UMM! FFFFFUUUUH! UUUUH FUUUUUUH!" his orgasmic yell came out muffled
by Mitch's hand.

    Brett shot four more huge wads of cum down my throat as I used my
swallowing technique to milk him dry. He went limp in Mitch's arms and the
senior baseball jock lowered him to the floor. I let his dick slide from my
throat and mouth and sat back on my boot heels to tongue relish the
gorgeous raven haired senior's stud cream. Mitch knelt down by us and
lifted my cum coated hand to his mouth.

    "Anything else you want to ask Stanton?" he inquired devilishly and
licked my hand free of jizz.

    The sound of boot steps from around the corner made us all panic. Mitch
dropped my hand, Brett jerked his jock and sweatpants up, and I swallowed
Brett's wad. Chalmers appeared from the hallway and looked at the three of
us on the floor peculiarly.

    "What the hell are you three doin'?" he asked us.

    "Nothing Rob," Mitch responded instantly, "Justin was showing us how he
fell and what happened. We had to use Brett as our crash dummy because my
ass is too sore to get on the floor."

    "Oh fuck Coffield, I'm sorry man," the Corporal apologized with a
guilty look, "I tend to overreact for a few seconds when I'm the butt of a
joke. What can I do to make it up to you?"

    "Oh, I don't know," Mitch answered as we all stood up, "How about bend
your ass over a desk and let me give you ten good ones with that."

    The object that Mitch pointed to was Coach Strickland's paddle. It was
made out of ash, the same material used to make wooden baseball bats. It
hung on the wall behind his desk and was a symbol of fear to every guy in
our school. It was a full three feet long and eight inches wide at the
bottom. Two feet up it curve angled in to make an eight inch long, two and
a half inch wide handle. It was an inch and a half thick with twelve one
and a half inch wide holes drilled through the business end in two rows of
six. Down the middle between the holes words were burnt into it; `The
Roaster'. It had small writing in red ink pen overlapping all over
it. Coach Strickland who happened to be our Assistant Principal as well as
Mitch's baseball coach made every boy that received its special attention
sign it after use. The names of five guys that appeared on it more than
once were part of our school's history, the notorious part. One of them was
Will Kane.

    "Okay," Chalmers answered without hesitation, "But we'll have to make
it later. The Sarge wants Mike and I to seal up that busted-in door up in
the gym foyer. It's gonna take some work and I won't be at my best if you
give me the ass thrashing I know you will with that thing."

    "Geez Rob," Mitch said, "I was just kidding."

    "I'm not," he said, "I want to square things between us pal. I was a
fuckin' dick to beat your butt like that, so I'll take my licks. Say...,
umm..., how about tonight before we bed down?"

    "Come on man," Mitch implored, "I don't want to...,"

    "Yeah ya do or you wouldn't have said it," Chalmers cut in, "Let out
all your embarrassment and resentment and give me ten good ones Mitch. Then
you can let it go and I can quit feeling like a jackass. Whenever it comes
up after that, I promise, we'll both just laugh about it."

    "Uh, okay then," Mitch conceded reluctantly.

    "It's a deal then," Rob stuck out his hand to shake and he and Mitch
sealed their arrangement, "Now, do any of you know where I can find a
hammer and screwdriver?"

    "There's a big red metal toolbox way in the back of the store room. And
a whole rack of battery operated power tools with chargers and batteries,"
Mitch said, "I saw them when I was checking the food supplies."

    "Can you show me?" the Corporal asked.

    "Sure," the baseball jock answered.

    "The Sarge says to tell you guys that you can change if you want,"
Chalmers relayed, "He suggested PT gear or your regular cloths. It's a
little too warm in here for sweats. And Woodley, I'm supposed to see if you
want any more soup."

    "No, I haven't even eaten yet," I said and Brett snickered.

    "Okay, Come on Coffield and show me where those tools are," the
Corporal said giving Brett a questioning glance and headed back to the
store room.

    "I'll be right back," Mitch told us following Chalmers.

    When they were gone, Brett and I looked at each other and grinned. I
went up to him and straightened his sweats around his waist. He ran his
hands up under my sweatshirt and palmed my pecs.

    "You've so got to teach me how to do that Justin," he implored me,
"That was the best head I've ever gotten."

    "Thanks Brett," I responded and stepped away from him to sit down at
the desk where my lunch rested, "Your cum tastes great. You want me to tell
you how to start learning to deep throat?"

    "Hell yes!" he answered enthusiastically, "But go ahead and eat your
soup first before it gets any colder. I'll wait."

    I picked up the bowl and drank the soup from it directly. I downed over
half of it in one long pull, feeling the noodles slide down my throat. The
soup was good even though it had cooled to barely warm. It wasn't as tasty
as Brett's cock cream whose nutty flavor it replaced. I upended the bowl
and gulped down the rest of the bowl and set it back down on the tray.

    "Okay, here's what you need to do," I began his instruction and he gave
me his full attention, "Take your first two fingers and put them in your
mouth. Stick your tongue out and slide your fingers back across your tongue
until you get to the place where you feel like you're going to gag."

    He did so and gagged, jerking his fingers back out of his mouth. I
laughed in sympathetic recall. He looked at me with a hurt expression.

    "No, no, that was fine," I explained, "That's about exactly what
happened to me when I started. Now that you know where you start to gag,
you can do it again and start working on controlling the reflex. What you
need to do is close your eyes and relax. Slowly slide your fingers back to
that point and keep doing it until you don't retch or choke. Keep
practicing and eventually you'll be able to stick your fingers all the way
to the back of your throat and not gag. When you can do that, then it'll be
time to go on to the next step."

    "That's it?" he asked me as he attempted it the second time and got
further than I remembered doing, "There isn't any special thing you have to
do to relax or something?"

    "No," I said with a chuckle, "Just whatever works for you. I usually
think about a dick in my mouth oozing pre-cum when I want to not
gag. Anyway, this is the hard part. Control your gagging and the rest is
easy. It's like that fun house walk-thru at the fair. The first time you go
over that blast of air it makes you jump big time. The second time not so
much. Eventually you get to where you just ignore it."

    Brett was practicing as I talked to him. He seemed to be getting
control of his retch reactions faster than I had thought he would. It had
taken me two days before I could run my fingers to the far back of my
tongue without coughing them up. He had just done it twice.

    "What's next?" he asked.

    "No, you need to be able to take your fingers without tearing up and
lurching before you can take it to the next step," I told him, "Keep
practicing with your fingers until you've got it down pat."

    "I'd rather practice with your cock," he said flirting with me.

    I didn't have to respond to that, since Mitch came back in the office
as he said it.

    "Did I hear you say `your cock'?" Mitch asked.

    "Yeah, Justin was giving me my first lesson in dick swallowing and I
was telling him I'd rather practice on his cock than my fingers."

    "Hey!" Mitch objected, "I'm the one who's supposed to be getting the
lessons."

    "I'll teach you both," I responded laughing, "That way I hope we all
benefit. You can't tell me you don't want Brett to be able to swallow your
cock all the way down Mitch. I saw the look on your face when I did it to
you yesterday."

    Brett and Mitch both gave each other a lascivious look. Then there was
no choice as Mitch demanded his lesson. We went through the whole thing
over again. It was bizarre watching the two senior studs trying to shove
their fingers down their throats at the same time, but the two of them took
it as a kind of competition and that made them both more determined to
succeed. I grinned at the both of them, knowing I had two master cock
suckers in the making that would both be using their new learned skills on
me soon enough.

    "That's enough for now guys," I said, "You can practice on your own
whenever you want. Let's go change. It's hot in these sweats."

    "That's the truth," Brett agreed and started for the door, "Wait a sec,
how are we gonna get back in? This door needs a key to get in from the
locker room and we can't leave it open or Bacchus will get out."

    The big dog got to his feet when he heard his name and ambled over to
Brett wagging his tail. I was still amazed by the size of him. He stood
almost three feet tall at the shoulder and had to weigh in at close to
one-eighty. Brett started petting him and Bacchus sat down and leaned into
him.

    "So where's he gonna go?" Mitch asked, "We can find him if he does get
out. Anyway, I bet he comes when he's called. Think about who is owner is."

    "You're right Mitch," I agreed picking up the tube of ointment that he
had left sitting on the desk and removing the Maglite and communicator from
my pocket and setting them down, "I don't think O'Malley will mind. He's
the one who said we could change. I guess Bacchus could come with us if he
wants to."

    "Okay, we'll just go to our lockers and let him do what he wants,"
Mitch declared and stepped to the door, "It's not like we could stop him
anyway."

    We left the office leaving the door ajar and walked down the hall to
our alcove. The Great Dane sat and watched us, but didn't try to follow. We
got to our lockers and I suddenly remembered the Sergeant's request for my
jock. We all three dialed our combinations and opened our lockers. I
started to strip and looked up to see my two friends doing the same and
checking me and each other out at the same time.

    "So Justin," Brett asked nonchalantly, "What do you think about Hodges
getting dog fucked?"

    "Whadda you mean?" I inquired feeling a flush of tension in my chest.

    "Did it gross you out?" he asked pulling his sweatshirt over his head.

    "No, not really," I responded, "It was freaky weird for sure though."

    "Freaky weird good, or freaky weird bad?" Brett inquired as he removed
his boots.

    "I don't know," I answered feeling a little uncomfortable, "Why?"

    "Just askin'" the dark haired senior returned, "Mitch and I think it
was hot."

    I looked over at Mitch who had remained silent throughout our
exchange. He was already down to only his jockstrap. He was gazing at me
intently with his sexy grey eyes while he absentmindedly folded his
sweats. I finished taking off my boots and pulled the drawstring on my
pants loose and let them fall to my feet. Brett who was closer to me and on
my side of the bolted down bench that ran down the middle of the alcove
noticed my turned down waistband. He took two steps to me and reached over
to turn it up. He saw the wet sticky sheen of drying jizz in the mesh of my
pouch.

   "Wow, did you cum in your jock when you were down on my cock?" he asked
with a grin.

    "No, uh..., that's from earlier," I explained partially, and rolled the
strap down and stepped out of it.

    "Oh fuck Justin," Brett said getting wide eyed "Did you and
O'Malley..."

    "Tell!" Mitch demanded jumping over the bench to come over to us.

    So I told them about what went on between me and the Sarge in the
equipment room. By the time I had finished, Brett was down to his jock just
like Mitch while I stood there in just my socks. We were all three hard and
horny.

    "Damn!" Brett exclaimed, "You fuckin' lucky sucker. Did he say anything
about the dog to you?"

    "No, he doesn't know what I saw," I answered, "Why all the questions
about Bacchus? And when did you and Mitch get a chance to tell each other
you thought it was hot? What's going on?"

     Mitch and Brett looked at each other and then back to me. Neither one
of them said a word. I raised my eyebrows and was about to get mad when
Mitch finally spoke up.

    "I know you can keep a secret Justin," he said.

    "What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" I asked peeved a
little feeling like an outsider.

    "Just tell him Mitch," Brett urged, "He's been totally honest with
us. You tell him or I will."

    "Okay then," Mitch said with an air of resignation and went all
aggressive, almost hostile, "Brett and I have been having sex with his dog
since we were in the ninth grade. I got my dog last year and we started
with him just this past Thanksgiving. There it is Brett, I hope you're
happy. I know it's twisted Justin. I'll leave you alone and I'll make Brett
lay off too. Just please don't tell."

    "I don't want you to leave me alone Mitch," I managed to tell him even
though I was flabbergasted, "I don't want either one of you to leave me
alone."

    "You're kidding?" Mitch asked me.

    "No I'm not," I reaffirmed, "Can I tell you something?"

    "Sure you can," Mitch said losing his defensive tone.

    "Anything," Brett joined in, putting his hand around my naked waist.

    "It's about what I saw," I attempted to explain, "It really did freak
me out, but what is keeping me so tense about the whole thing is me."

    "What about you?" Brett asked.

    "I can't quit thinking about the dog's cock," I tried to explain, "It's
like every time I see him, I keep trying to see his prick. I can't get the
image of it out of my head. It was so...,"

    "Big?" Brett offered.

    "Yeah! And...," I faltered.

    "Red and wet?" Mitch put in.

    "Yeah, that too, but...,"

    "But what Justin?" Mitch prompted me

    "IT WAS SPRAYING CUM THE WHOLE TIME AND I WANT TO TASTE IT!" I blurted
out and hung my head in shame as a rush of blood went to my face.

     Brett tugged on my waist, turned me around, and sat me on the
bench. Mitch squatted down on his heels and put his hands on my thighs. I
still didn't look up.

    "It tastes pretty good, but it isn't cum," Brett said.

    That took me by surprise and I did look up.

    "What was it then?" I asked.

    "It was his pre-cum Justin," Mitch answered.

    "It's thinner than his cum and the real stuff is whitish instead of
clear," Brett explained, "And there's a whole lot more of it."

    "And you guys are okay with me wanting to eat dog cum?" I asked.

    "Count to ten Justin and think about what we just told you," Mitch said
to me with a smile, "I think you're in shock."

    I paused and took a deep breath. I hadn't really processed any of our
conversation since Brett first started asking about Bacchus. I had just
been reacting. I was freaking out from the image of Bacchus' Big, Red, Wet,
and Spurting DOG COCK, that wouldn't get out of my head. A light bulb went
on somewhere in my thick skull and I looked at both my pals smiling at
me. A huge grin broke out on my face.

    "You tasted it?" I asked in wonder.

    "Well not Bacchus'," Brett answered, "But we sure have swallowed a few
gallons of Magroo's and Bopp's."

    "Who...?"

    "Magroo is his Boxer," Mitch apprised me, "And Bopp is my Lab."

    "Come on Justin," the baseball jock urged me as he stood up, "Finish
dressing and we can talk about it all you want. This sure didn't go
anything like I expected."

    "What did you expect?" I asked.

    "I guess something like `Get away from me you sick fuck!' or `Don't
touch me you perv!'", he replied, "I didn't want to tell you, but Brett
wanted to get you in on it with our dogs. We've been arguing about it since
last night. Who knew you would have a fantasy about dog dick or dog cum or
whatever your fetish is. Or that you would have seen a guy getting dog
boned. If you want to taste dog cum, we can sure arrange that. You can even
watch us getting fucked by our dogs so you can see the whole thing
beginning to end."

    I got one of my clean jocks out of my locker and stepped into it and
pulled it up. Brett took his PT shorts, tee shirt, crew socks, and athletic
shoes out of his locker and set them on the bench. Mitch went to step over
the bench to go to his own locker and I caught him by his wrist.

    "Come here Mitch," I said, "Lay face down on the bench."

    "Why?" he asked.

    "Trust me man," I said.

    He took one look at me and straddled the bench and lowered himself onto
it. He balanced his body on the narrow plank with his hands and the balls
of his feet on the floor. His jockstrapped ass stood out with a rosy glow
and the outline of several handprints put there by Chalmers. He looked back
over his shoulder waiting to see what I was up to.

    "Let me tongue his hole and get it wet before you fuck him Justin,"
Brett said rubbing the boner in his jock.

    "I'm not gonna fuck him Brett," I said reaching into the pocket of my
sweatshirt hanging on the door hook of my locker, "I mean, I'm not gonna
fuck him right now. I'm definitely gonna fuck him again though, if he'll
let me that is, just not right now."

    "Oh he'll let you," Brett assured me, "Just don't be surprised when he
throws your legs up over his shoulders afterwards and fucks you right
back."

    I opened the tube of lidocaine ointment and squeezed a long line of it
out across Mitch's ass.

    "SHIT!" Mitch yelled, "That's cold!"

    "Your hot ass will warm it up fast," I said with a laugh.

    I gave a directive nod at the baseball jock's ass to Brett and we both
knelt down, one of us on either side and slowly rubbed the creamy ointment
into his blistered buns with gentle strokes. Mitch sighed either from the
erotic touch of two guys on his butt or from the relief from the burn Rob
had put on his ass. I couldn't tell which. I just knew I wanted his butt to
quit hurting and for my friend to have his ass back in full working
order. I wished I could have at least one of Mitch's whacks he was going to
get at Chalmers' backside. Just to punish him for damaging the part of my
pal that had given me such amazingly libidinous pleasure the day before.

   "Well, well, well," Chalmers said from the alcove entry right on cue,
"I'd stay and show you two how to really take care of that if I didn't have
to go fix the fuckin' doorway."

    "Fuck him good boys," Hodges added turning to go, carrying the tool
box, "Save some for us."

    And the two of them were gone by before any of us could respond. Brett
jumped up and darted into the walkway.

    "We're not fucking!" he yelled at the departing Corporals, "We're
putting the lidocaine cream O'Malley gave him on his burning butt!"

    "Seems a shame for you and Woodley to let those hard cocks go to
waste," Chalmers' voice came back with the sound of the front locker room
door opening.

    "Go ahead and have fun guys," Hodges called back, "The Sarge is on
radio watch. We've got to seal the door up. Nobody's gonna bother you. I
wish we could join you. And I agree Stanton, it does taste pretty good."

    And the door shut. I looked and sure enough both Brett and I had major
monuments tenting our pouches. We were busted big time. I had a sneaking
suspicion that Mike Hodges had had a very revealing conversation with his
fellow Corporal.

    "How long do you think those two sexy fucks were listening to us?"
Mitch asked sitting up.

    "At least since we were talking about dog cum," Brett answered coming
back in the room, "Of all the fuckin' luck."

    "Well, at least my butt doesn't hurt anymore," Mitch said.

    All three of us got a good laugh out of that. Brett and I started the
horseplay by taking good feels of Mitch's ass. He got both of us by the
balls with our pouches clutched in his hands. That led to us beginning to
feel each other up. We were well on our way to full blown three-way when
Mitch suddenly drew back.

    "I have an idea," he said.

    Brett and I looked at him expectantly.

    "How do you think O'Malley would react if the three of us were to go
into the store room and put the make on him?" Mitch asked me.

    "I'm not sure," I answered, "But when we came back, his monster cock
was hard as a steel beam. He had to hide it with his jock waistband. That's
why mine was turned down. He showed me how to do it."

    "Okay then," Mitch continued, "Here's what we're gonna do..."

    It took us about twenty minutes to finalize Mitch's plan. Dressed in
our PT gear, we headed for the store room to implement phase one. I got the
com unit and Maglite from the desk to use as an excuse for interrupting the
Sarge and put my jizzed up jock in his bottom drawer. I didn't think it was
necessary, but Mitch wanted O'Malley to be totally unaware of what we were
up to until we hit him with all three of us one after the other.

    We walked into the emergency store room together. The Sergeant sat at
an office chair in front of a built in resin table top in a ten foot square
room to the right of the entrance wearing a thin modern head-set. The table
was covered with electronic equipment. The ten foot wall to the left had
four grey metal electrical door panels that were about five feet tall and
went to the floor. Above each of them were numerous rows of lights in a
black recessed panel. I could see that the little LED lights were in sets
of three, red, yellow, and green. The first group was mostly green with a
few yellow. The next set had a cluster of red and a few yellow, the rest
were all yellow.

    "Hi Sarge," I said beginning to put the plan into action, "I wanted to
bring you the com unit I was using and here's the Maglite too. I didn't
want them to get misplaced or broken."

    "Thanks Justin," O'Malley replied, "You can put them on that shelf
around the corner with the others. I bet you three are getting bored, but
at least you look more comfortable in your PT gear."

    "I'm not," I answered putting the equipment up.

    "Me either," Mitch said, "We've just been talking and getting to know
Justin better."

    "Hey Sarge," Brett added right on cue, "I could take the watch if you
want to get more comfortable too. Anything going on?"

    "No Brett," The Sergeant told him, "Everybody has been told to batten
down and ride out the storm. We've had twenty inches of snow so far and
it's just now twelve oh five. The National Weather Service is expecting the
storm to last until the early morning day after tomorrow peaking around
noon tomorrow. They say we could get up to eleven feet of snow. There
haven't been any fatalities and just twenty-seven injuries reported. Most
people weren't cut-off like we were by the tornado damage, but the
aftermath is still dangerous. We're still getting wind gusts of up to fifty
miles per hour."

    "How long do you think the Corporals are going to take to seal up the
doorway?" I asked keeping to the script and gathering information.

    "I just got off the com with Chalmers," O'Malley informed us, "They
took the hardware off of the doors into the gym that the tree trunk smashed
out, you know, the wooden ones on the court. They're going to bolt three of
them together and make a barricade to lag bolt to the metal frame of the
outer doorway. Hodges found a case of aerosol foam sealant and took a few
of them with them. That should seal it up tight with enough left to fill
the crack in the wall if it needs it. They're guestimating another sixty to
ninety minutes, half of which will be clearing the snow out of the opening
enough to fit the jury-rigged barricade."

    Mitch nodded to Brett.

    "If nothing vital is going on, then you can go change Sarge," Brett
prompted again, "I'll be glad to take over here for you."

    "Thanks Brett," Sarge said removing the headset, stretching his arms,
and getting up, "These sweats are living up to their name for sure. I'll
take you up on it. You don't have to stay on monitor if you don't want
to. Chalmers set up the computer to give out a loud repeating beep if a
signal comes in on the emergency channel or a communicator. I was just
listening to various chatter. What you can do is give Justin a run-down on
the system. I know he's scheduled for fourteen hundred with Chalmers, but
he'd get a leg up."

    That wasn't good, our plans were for me to go with the Sarge. Mitch was
taken back. I couldn't think of any excuse to disagree either. Brett came
to the rescue.

    "I think it might be better to let Justin take it easy for a couple of
more hours," the dark haired hunk said, "He just took a major whack to the
head. You know, make sure he's not gonna develop a headache or get
nauseous. My mom's a paramedic and I've heard her talk about head
injuries."

    "Fuck!" O'Malley exclaimed startling us, "Sorry guys, I meant to have
Hodges check Woodley over. He's a trained field combat medic. Would one of
you remind me about it when they get back?"

    "I'll make a note right here Sarge," Brett said picking up a pen and
writing on a notepad on the table.

    "Thanks Brett," O'Malley said turning to go, "You three can just hang
out. I'll be back when I've changed. You really don't have to man the
radio."

    Mitch motioned me to go too, keeping to our plan.

    "Hey Sarge," I said, "Can I go and keep you company?"

    O'Malley gave us all a suspicious look. We tried to be icons of
innocence. It seemed to work. The Sergeant smiled.

    "Sure Justin," he replied, "I'd like that."

    We walked out and left Mitch and Brett. I had twenty minutes to
complete the next step of our plan before the two of them would join
us. This part was up to me. It had to be me because of what had happened
between me and O'Malley and because of what I'd seen with the Corporals and
Bacchus. Bacchus got up from his place by the Sergeant's desk when we
entered the room and went straight to O'Malley who patted his head and told
him to sit when he got to his locker. That made another kink in our
plans. Bacchus needed to be over by me at the chair in front of Sarge's
desk. I sat down thinking of how to improvise.

    "Okay Mr. Woodley, give," SGT O'Malley demanded back in full drill
sergeant mode.

    "What Sir?" I replied in kind.

    "Cut the crap Justin!" the Sergeant said sternly, "What are you three
up to? And don't lie, I saw Coffield giving you and Brett head signs in the
reflection of the computer monitor, so out with it."

    "Uh...," We were so busted I stammered.

    "Did you tell them what we did together upstairs?" he asked taking off
his sweat shirt.

    "Yes, but...," I answered getting more nervous.

    "But nothing," O'Malley interrupted me and pulled off his undershirt
exposing his god sculpted flame haired chest to me, "You should have asked
me first."

    "Yes Sir, I should have," I replied becoming mesmerized by the sight of
him.

    "So you three staged this little drama so you could get me in here to
undress for you," he went on, "And then what Justin?"

    O'Malley's assumption threw me for a loop. It got our plan right back
on track. I went with it. All it was going to take was a minor bit of
improvising now.

    "And then this," I said getting up and going up to the big buff army
stud.

     I walked right up to him, looking him right in the eye. I reached out
and took his hard herculean pecs in my hands and licked his neck. He just
stood there with his hands on his hips letting me savor him.

    "And since those two went along with you, I take it that the three of
you have some kind of thing going on," the Sarge continued down the right
path.

    "Yes Sir," I answered staying the submissive cadet.

    My blood was boiling. My dick was throbbing. I pressed up against
O'Malley and could feel his hardening cock right above mine. I slowly
pushed my erection into the warmth of his jockstrapped balls.

    "If you conniving assholes had just asked," the Sergeant said, "Then it
could have been all three of us in here having fun."

    "I'm sorry Sir," I said still nuzzling his neck, "Really?"

    "Quit fuckin' playing me Justin!" O'Malley demanded pushing me away and
overturning our plans, "I know that none of the three of you are stupid!
Quit treating me like I am before you really piss me off! Right now I'm
kind of amused. And GODDAMMIT stop the boy slut routine, you suck at it and
you're way sexier when you're yourself."

    "Sir, yes Sir," I said and let out a sigh of resignation, "I'm
sorry. We fucked up Ken. Can I please have a chance to fix it?"

    "Now you're being the man I want and want you to be, go ahead Justin,"
O'Malley said giving me a smile.

    I hopped over to the hallway and yelled to Mitch and Brett. They both
came out of the doorway looking panicky. This wasn't part of our plan at
all. They came in sheepishly and I had them sit down and stood facing
them. They just stared past me looking at the Sergeant.

    "Okay guys," I told them, "It didn't work. The Sarge is too observant
for us to pull one over on him. He saw you motioning to us in the monitor's
reflection Mitch. Plus I guess I suck at acting. I'm gonna tell him all of
it, and I mean ALL of it. I hope he doesn't get mad, but that's up to him."

    They didn't even look at me once. I turned around nervously expecting
to see at least a stern expression on the Army NCO. I was surprised. While
I was talking to Mitch and Brett, Sergeant O'Malley had finished
undressing. He was in his jockstrap, completely bare otherwise, with one
foot up on the dressing bench and his arms crossed on his upraised knee
just watching me with a smile.

    "Keep going Justin," he said, "Confession really is good for the soul
and you're doing fine."

    I told him our plan. When I finished, he looked a bit surprised, but
not as much as I thought he would be. He was too composed to have been as
uninformed as I thought he was.

    "So let me get this straight, no pun intended, you three were going to
have Justin seduce me and then when things got hot and heavy you were going
to come in and join him in giving me the best time of my life?" he asked
condensing it down to the basics.

     We nodded together confirming the first part.

    "And then Justin was going to slip away from our orgy somehow and go
over to Bacchus and suck his cock, while you Mitch, and you Brett,
maneuvered me around to see it?" O'Malley went on with his synopsis.

    This was the part that didn't shock him that I had thought would. We
admitted to it.

    "And you thought that I would be so taken by surprise and pleasure that
I would agree to arrange an orgy with all of us and the Corporals when they
got back?" he finished with his condensation.

    We all `yes Sired' and nodded in unison looking guilty. O'Malley put
his head back and let out a gut laugh. His laughter rang out so loud and
startling that Bacchus began to bark. The Sergeant silenced him with a hand
gesture still laughing. He stepped over the bench and walked around behind
us continuing his merriment. I was completely blown away by his reaction
not to mention the raging boner in my jock that had no chance to
subside. It was being constantly stimulated by the sight of SGT O'Malley in
his jockstrap, which by the way, had his colossal nine inch hard cock
jutting obscenely out the side of its mesh pouch. The play of his muscles
as he moved was like the flow of water in the sun. His red hair glinted on
his chest, legs, arms, and head like the fires of Olympus. He could have
easily passed for one of their gods to the ancient Greeks.

    He stepped between mine and Mitch's chair and stood in front of me with
the other two on each side staring at him dumbfounded. He quit laughing and
looked down at me with a demonic smile, his blue eyes flashing. I looked up
but couldn't quite meet his eyes, because that would mean losing sight of
his enthralling slab of meat.

    "Look up at me Justin," he ordered, "My dick isn't going anywhere."

    I looked up. He met my eyes and winked with a devilish smirk. In my
peripheral vision I saw him free his cock and balls from the confines of
his jock by pulling the pouch aside.

    "Show your fellow cadets how you swallow my big army cock cadet!" he
commanded me in his full drill sergeant mode, "Now!"

    I took his cock in hand and engulfed it with my mouth. Once again the
enormous tool lodged in the back of my throat. I began swallowing and
managed to down a couple of more inches. I heard Brett gasp in awe beside
me.

    "Get your hands off your fuckin' dick cadet," O'Malley ordered and I
heard Brett shift in his chair, "And that goes for you other two faggot
cadets as well. I'll tell you when you can touch your cocks. Swallow it
Woodley! I know you can, so do it!"

    I let myself relax completely and swallowed with my throat muscles as
hard as I ever had. The Sergeant's massive pole crept down past my
tonsils. I rammed my head onto the throbbing tool and put my chin down. I
ended up with my nose in his thick red pubic hair and inhaled the scent of
his masculine crotch musk. My nuts began to tighten to the point of
hurting.

    "That's a good cocksucker," the Sergeant praised me and patted me on
the head, "Now I've got a confession to make to you. Take your PT shorts
off Woodley and stay down on that big pole while it drips in your gullet
and listen."

    I grabbed the sides of my shorts and lifted my butt up to shimmy my
shorts down to my knees where they fell to my feet. I kicked them off and
kept swallowing on the cock in my throat.

    "You think that the Corporals picked you for this job," he stated,
"You're wrong. I did. I knew I had to have you when our eyes met the first
day when you walked up to my JROTC application table. You wanted me just as
bad. Every time you saw me you got hard. You were dying to put your
cocksucking lips on my big fuckin' dick since the first time you saw me. I
told the Corporals to get you on this detail. In fact I said if they
couldn't get you that I would beat their asses so hard they would wish they
didn't have one. And both of those fuckin' army slut bitches love their
asses. I know, I get to use them all the time. Now you know Woodley. You've
got the cock you've been drooling for down your cum hungry throat for the
second time. Now get your dick out of your jock and jack it off. Show me
how much you get off on my thick hard cum pole cadet. Beat your meat
faggot. You better blow the biggest load of your life or you'll never see
this cock again. Prove to me you deserve my big dick!"

    I frantically groped to release my cock. In a flash I freed it from my
jock pouch wet from all the dick drip SGT O'Malley's speech had
engendered. I stroked it with both hands furiously, or at least I tried
to. On the fourth stroke down my petrified pecker blew. My orgasmic
reaction was so strong that I felt sweat break out from every pore of my
body. A thick creamy wad that would have overflowed even O'Malley's giant
hand rocketed from my slit and plastered him in his balls. It splattered
when it hit and peppered my tee shirt and his thighs with speckles of shiny
white cum droplets. My crotch rocket jolted me again and the clot of cum
landed on my shirt between my pecs. O'Malley's enormous cock was yanked
from my throat, burning my soft swallowing tissues as it departed. I
blasted another wad onto his chest and then O'Malley had the head of my
cock in his mouth and swallowed the last five or six ejaculations of my
gelatinous seed. He left me a sexual wreck, barely able to keep myself in
the chair. I huffed for air as the electrical tingles of post orgasmic
bliss diminished in my body.

    "Good man, Justin!" O'Malley said kissing me on the cheek as he stood
up, "Are we square now buddy?"

    "Yeah Ken," I said managing to raise my head enough to look at the
hunky Army Sergeant and smile, "Thanks for the lesson."

    "That was so fuckin' ho...," Mitch started.

    "Shut the fuck up faggot cadet!" the Sergeant cut him off, "Keep your
queer ass mouth shut until I want a response from you!"

    Mitch turned pale and kept quiet. I wondered what O'Malley had in store
for him. My dick twitched in anticipation.

    "Get up Coffield!" Sarge ordered, "And drop those shorts ass licker!"

    Mitch stood up and shucked his shorts with trembling hands. His over
seven inch dick bowed his jock out into a domed tent. One of his nuts had
fallen out the side and moved, slowly rotating in his sack.

    "Turn around faggot and show me your red spanked ass," O'Malley
demanded, "Bend over dick lick. Reach back and spread those butt cheeks. I
want to see your fuck hole bitch!"

     Mitch hastened to comply. He almost fell, but caught himself with one
hand on the chair that was now in front of him. He was quick to get his
balance and grabbed his cheeks with both hands and spread them apart. The
Sergeant tilted his head to the side and looked at Mitch's pucker. He
cocked his middle finger and held it with his thumb and lowered his hand to
the senior's butt crack and thumped him right on his rosebud. Mitch jumped
and let out a moan.

    "Turn that pussy ass around cadet and sit it on the floor," SGT
O'Malley ordered and Mitch obeyed him promptly throughout all of the drill
Sergeant's continuing orders, "Put your fuckin nose on my balls and smell
them faggot. Yeah, sniff those sweaty balls. Now lick `em! Keep licking!"

    Mitch did his best to get his tongue on every square centimeter of
Sarge's nuts. His tongue soon had them coated with a sheen of
spit. O'Malley raised his right leg and put his foot in Mitch's unoccupied
chair. He then grabbed the hunky senior by the hair and shoved his face
down into his taint.

    "Lick my asshole cadet," O'Malley continued his demands and Mitch kept
pace, "Get your tongue in my hole and lick the ass sweat off my tight army
pucker. Get it in there! Taste my ass! That's it cadet. Now leave your
tongue right there and open your faggot ears and listen. You think the
Corporals picked you. You're wrong too. I picked you. I picked you for a
very specific reason. Keep your tongue in my shithole! I picked you for
your smell. Now stand your faggot ass up!"

    O'Malley left Mitch standing there and stepped past me to stand in
front of Brett. He gave me that devilish wink again as he passed. Brett
looked up at him eagerly.

    "Stand up Stanton you faggot," O'Malley commanded, "And get those
goddamn shorts off your queer ass!"

    Brett jumped to it.  His seven inch bullet headed torpedo dick was
sticking out the side of his jock. He made a move to push it back into the
pouch and jerked his hand back before it touched his rod. He must have
suddenly remembered the Sergeant's injunction about cadet cocks. O'Malley
suddenly leaned over and whispered in my ear.

    "If you're up to it Justin, I could use one of those gym mats from that
alcove you told me about."

    I nodded my acknowledgement and drug my cum crashed ass up off the
chair. As I opened the door I heard O'Malley ordering Brett to get both his
fuckin balls in his faggot mouth. I left the door open so I could get back
in and took off down the hall headed for the gymnastics' team lockers. It
was the next to last alcove on the right. Instead of having a back wall
full of lockers, it had a walk around stand of them. Behind it was another
alcove about twice the size of the locker area. I immediately saw the stack
of mats. I rolled one up along its length and put it on my shoulder and
headed back to the office at a jog. I was missing the show after all.

    Things were different when I got back. The chairs had all been moved
over to the open area in front of the coffee maker stand. Mitch and Brett
were up on O'Malley's desk on their hands and knees, their jockstrapped
asses and the bottom soles of their athletic shoes facing me. The Sergeant
had them both by the balls with his hands in their pouches up under the
juncture of their jock's ass straps. He heard me close the door behind me.

    "Keep your cocksucking heads forward!" he ordered the two seniors, "If
you look around I'll beat your cadet asses to a pulp. Put it in front of
the lockers Justin."

    He let go of both of the guys balls and hocked up a big gob of spit
into each hand. He then smeared it into the butt cracks of the two asses on
his desk. Mitch was on the right and Brett was on the left. I moved the
dressing bench to the side and unrolled the mat where O'Malley wanted it.

    "Now that you two cadet dick wads know that I picked you for this job
and that I picked you for your smell, it's time you pay for walking your
fucking queer asses around with that scent," O'Malley said as he began to
use his index finger to smear his saliva on their buttholes, "It was a very
distinctive odor. You faggots should have known better than to go around
smelling like that."

    For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what in the hell the Sergeant
was talking about. Did Mitch and Brett come to school the other day with
B.O.? Or maybe they smelled like cum. That had to be it. Two seniors
together walking up to his table and both smelling like cum would set
anyone that recognized the smell to thinking they were gay.

    I gave my attention back to the spectacle on O'Malley's desk. The
Sergeant centered his middle fingers on each hole and shoved them in. Brett
groaned, Mitch moaned and the Sergeant began finger fucking them. He kept
going and added his index finger to the thrusts.

    "Take my fingers in your fuckholes faggots!" O'Malley said, "Work your
asses on those fingers. Open `em up. Spread those asses you two fuckin' cum
pigs."

    O'Malley now put his ring fingers into the mix and had three fingers in
each spasming hole. Mitch had his back arched pushing his ass up and back
as far as he could onto the Sergeant's fingers making slight humping
motions. Brett was rotating his hips in small circles grinding his ass into
his fingering. Both of the hot sexy seniors were moaning in depraved lust.

    "Back your fuck holes up!" O'Malley ordered, "Get the fuck off my desk
and you better keep your homo fuck slots on my fingers."

    Mitch and Brett crawled backwards and squirmed back on the Sergeant's
fingers until both of them managed to get back on their feet impaled on
O'Malley's fingers. The big brawny drill sergeant used his digits in their
assholes to steer them around and to the mat I had rolled out in front of
the row of the athletic faculty lockers. He shoved his hands forward and
immediately yanked them back sending the hot teen jocks sprawling on the
gym mat.

    "On your backs faggots! Get those shirts off!" the red-headed Army hunk
demanded, "And spread your fuckin' legs open knees up!"

    Once Brett and Mitch got into the required position O'Malley got down
on his knees on the mat between them. He put his hands out on either side
under the inside knee of each of the hot teenagers and shoved his fingers
back into their asses.

    "FAGGOTS THAT GO AROUND REEKING OF DOG CUM DESERVE TO GET THEIR
ASSHOLES TRASHED!" SGT O'Malley yelled to them and then issued another
command, "Get your fuckin' dicks out and beat them off!  NOW!"

    Dog cum! No wonder O'Malley hadn't been shocked by our plan. He already
knew Mitch and Brett were into dogs. My two school mates' hands shot to
their crotches and both of them went to town jerking off and moaning. I
watched the hot scene play out wondering how dog jizz smelled and tasted.

    "Whichever one of you faggot cadets cums first gets a prize," the
Sergeant told them working his fingers brutally in each writhing ass, "So
jerk those goddamn cocks!"

    Brett began moaning louder, but it was Mitch that tensed up and
unloaded the first gob of cum. It shot past his face and splatted on the
bottom vent grill of Chalmers' locker. Brett squirted his first wad before
Mitch's hit the locker and suddenly cum was flying all over both of them,
on O'Malley, and on the mat. The two senior studs moaned and whimpered in
the midst of their rapturous climaxes. A bit of movement in the corner of
my eye caught my attention and I looked over to see Bacchus sitting with
his legs spread open licking his long red cock. As he slurped it, it
grew. As it grew, it began to spray.

    A big hand with coppery hair on its arm grabbed my wrist and yanked me
onto the mat. I was stripped of my tee shirt by the studly
Sergeant. O'Malley looked me in the eye and then turned his head to the
Great Dane and then back to me. He raised a questioning eyebrow. I nodded
my acceptance.

    "Bacchus, come here boy," the Sergeant called his huge dog and the
animal jumped up and bounded over to us.

    We were on the end of the mat nearest the door, with Mitch and Brett
splayed out in the middle. O'Malley took Bacchus and laid him down and
rolled him onto his back. His blotchy red cock stuck eight inches out of
his sheath with a lump that had to be his knot in the middle of the hairy
covering. Sarge took my right hand and put it on the spritzing organ.

    "Have fun Justin," he said, "I have to give Coffield his reward."

    Bacchus licked my chest and I looked at the swollen slab in my hand. I
lowered my head to the fascinating organ and aimed it at my mouth. A spray
of wet runny fluid spattered my lower face. I felt a sprinkle of flavor on
my tongue and licked my lips for a bigger sample. It had an earthy slightly
dog-like odor but tasted milder. I lowered my mouth further and got a
heavier spritz right in my mouth. The watery ejaculate had a coppery tang
to it with vague salty and sweet background flavors There was a bitterness
to it that my pre-cum didn't have but it enhanced the metallic main taste.

    "You lost fucker!" I heard O'Malley say loudly.

    I looked up to see the Sergeant astride Brett's chest. His knees had
the beautiful stud's arms pinned to his sides. He was slapping the senior
in the face with his massive hard cock. He gave him one last thump across
the nose and began to jack his cock over Brett's face.

   Mitch rose up between me and the Sergeant-mounted Brett to rest on his
elbow watching the two as O'Malley pounded his towering man meat in the
senior's face. I kept staring entranced by the impressive display of sexual
frenzy the Sergeant used to jack his engorged pole.

     "UGGGGHHHHHH!" the Sergeant grunted out a yell of passion, aimed his
oversized dick at Brett's face, and painted him with a four inch long rope
of army jizz. Another followed the first and then several more. By the time
O'Malley had finished cumming, Brett's face had more crisscrossed streaks
of cock snot showing on it than skin.

    "There's your prize Mitch," the Sergeant said to the baseball jock as
he got off Brett's chest, "Lick it up."

    Mitch was on Brett in a flash, slurping O'Malley's cum deposit off his
friend's smeared face. The Sergeant watched for a couple of seconds and
joined Mitch in tongue cleaning Brett. Another couple of seconds and the
three of them were locked in a sweaty battling tongue war of cum guzzling.

    I felt liquid dripping from my chin. Bacchus' tongue swiped across my
jaw and he whined trying to get past my torso to his cock in my hand. A
puddle of his dog dick discharge had accumulated in my mouth and I gulped
it down. I had kept the Dane's rod pointed at my mouth throughout
O'Malley's jack-off display. The steady pre-cum squirts had run down my
chin to my chest, down my stomach, into my crotch. My pubes were sodden
with the stuff. I reeked of it. Bacchus whined again in what I assumed had
to be canine sexual frustration.

    I put my mouth to the blunt end of his spluttering red cock and slid it
all the way down to the sheath and into my cum hungry throat. Two more
inches of dog dick emerged from the hairy covering and I swallowed them
too. I felt the slab in my throat and mouth swell and my lips encountered
the bulging curve of Bacchus' knot. I opened my mouth as wide as it would
go and prepared to engulf the big knob. A hand came between my gaping mouth
and the knot.

    "It's too big Justin," O'Malley said.

    I looked up to see him knelling over me. Past him, Brett and Mitch lay
resting on the mat. They were both looking at us with the glaze of post
climax fulfillment dimming their eyes. The length of slick dog cock in my
throat still continued to bloat and fill out, all the time spraying canine
lube juice into my gut.

    "You'll either hurt him or dislocate your jaw you horny cocksucker."
The Sergeant informed me with a smile, "Go ahead and put your hand behind
mine and enclose the knot. It'll get a lot bigger and then he'll cum. Be
ready to swallow fast when you feel the knot jerk in your hand. He cums a
lot. He'll unload for ten to twenty minutes. You might just get your fill
of cum today Justin."

    I took the knot in hand as O'Malley had instructed me and began to use
my throat muscles on Bacchus' prong. The Sergeant removed his hand and
watched me. The dog's fuck pole was already twice as big as when I had
first gone down on it and I felt the end of it at least two inches further
back in my throat than it had been too. Damn the thing was bulking up to
rival O'Malley. The knot in my hand slowly widened and thickened, becoming
harder and harder.

    "Stanton you and Coffield should come and see this," O'Malley told the
two seniors.

    The pair crawled over to me and the back prone Great Dane. They got to
their knees staring at me with my face impaled on the animal's big
tool. They were both silent and still taking the deep breaths of sexual
aftermath, while O'Malley seemed completely recovered. He captured them
around the chest with his arms, one on each side while I sucked my first
dog cock.

    "You guys were great!" the army sergeant hunk told them turning his
head to give them both a smack kiss on their cheeks, "I think we've settled
things now. Are we okay?"

    "Yeah Sarge," Mitch answered kissing him back on the neck, "Better than
okay. I'm sorry we tried to con you."

    "Next time just ask," O'Malley said, "And as for Hodges and Chalmers,
if you three will keep quiet and go along with everything I say and do when
they get back, we really will have the time of our lives."

    I kept nursing on Bacchus' cock and watched the conversation. The knot
was rock hard now and I brought my other hand to it so I could encase it
firmly. It had gotten too big for one hand, about the size of a softball if
it had been remolded into an oblong kidney shape. I couldn't feel it
spritzing my throat anymore.

    "Brett? How about it?" the Sergeant asked the good looking football
end, "Brett?"

    We all looked at the gorgeous senior, me chowing down on dog dick and
the three of them kneeling arm in arm on the other side of the splayed out
Dane. Brett was just staring at me, or rather at the canine equipment I was
working on.

    "Huh?" the raven haired teen stud asked in a daze.

    "Are you okay?" O'Malley queried him with a nudge and a smile.

    "Uh, yeah Sarge," He answered not taking his eyes off of the dog's
goods.

    "I know you've seen a dog's cock before Brett," O'Malley said, "You're
not pissed at me for what I just did are you?"

    "Hell no!" Brett finally responded without distraction and turned to
paste kisses all over the redhead's face, "I even think you need to do it
again. I still keep having ideas on how to use you. I guess I haven't
learned my lesson."

    O'Malley let go of Mitch, who was laughing, and took Brett's shoulders,
pushing him back at arm's length to study him. Brett tried the `innocent'
look and it was so phony I almost choked on Bacchus' cock in my throat as I
fought not to laugh. The Sergeant started laughing too.

    "You're a horny little fuck, aren't you?" O'Malley chuckled, "Quit
being cute Brett, you're pretty enough already. Just tell me what you want
buddy. If you want another session like the one I just gave you, ask for
it. In fact beg. That always gets me worked up."

    "Okay Sarge," Brett replied staring at me slurping on Bacchus' cock,
"Then what I want is this; I want to see someone take that knot. I want to
see someone get cum loaded by Bacchus, and then I want him to mount me and
I want to try to take it. Please Sarge, please let your dog mount someone
and then me. It's all I can think about. I'm beggin', please? I want to try
that big knot. Please?"

    "Okay Stanton," the Sergeant said, "When the Corporals get back, you'll
get your wish, and then some. I'm about to come out of my skin wanting to
fuck all three of you. And Hodges is in a constant state of dick leak for
your ass Coffield."

    "Justin's never been fucked," Mitch interjected, "You can't expect him
to take your big dick for his first fuck. Sorry Sarge, but your cock is
GINORMOUS."

    "I'll be damned," O`Malley said looking at me and letting go of Brett,
"Are you really a virgin Justin? To getting fucked I mean?"

    Before I could nod my head yes, Bacchus' knot twitched in my hands and
I felt a deluge of hot liquid coat the passage at the end of my throat. I
retched slightly and swallowed.

    "Swallow Justin," O'Malley instructed me after the fact.

    "Eat that dog cum man," Brett encouraged me.

    Another flood of the Dane's sperm heated my gullet. I slid off the fat
spongy cock to get the ejaculating end of the organ in my mouth. The next
wad streamed onto my tongue and I went back down on it, cramming the cock
back down my throat. I swished the jizz in my mouth around the hard cock
filling it and got my first taste of real dog cum. It was only a little
thicker in texture from the pre-cum I had been ingesting. It was creamier
and had the same copper taste but stronger. The bitterness was present
also, but this stuff had the nuttiness of human cum with a wild gaminess
that was surprisingly good. It was also hot like the pre, not burning hot,
but definitely warmer than the inside of my mouth. I began flexing my
throat muscles continuously as the hot liquid pumped from Bacchus' rod. I
was oblivious to everything around me and closed my eyes and swallowed, and
swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. For what I guessed was about
fifteen minutes, I sucked down dog spew. It just kept cumming and cumming
every few seconds. There was so much of it that its heat warmed my
stomach. With two final weak spurts, Bacchus quit feeding me his cum. He
started to move underneath me, trying to get to his feet. I came up off his
cock and opened my eyes.

    Bacchus moved off to his regular place over by O'Malley's desk. He lay
down and licked his deflating cock back into its sheath. The Sergeant,
Brett, and Mitch were sitting back on their heels casually stroking their
erections grinning at me. I smiled at them and licked my lips.

    "I guess you liked it?" Brett was the first to speak.

    "Are you kidding?" Mitch stated, "He took the whole load and you know
how much a dog can cum."

    "Well Justin?" O'Malley asked still smiling, "It was your first
dog. Are you gonna want more?"

    "Hell yeah!" I said, "That was great! When can he go again?"

    "Oh, I think you can get some more out of him tomorrow buddy," O'Malley
said disappointing me, "We've got other plans for Bacchus this afternoon
and tonight. He can usually deliver four or five breedings a day. You've
had yours today. Let the rest of us enjoy him too."

    "What plans?" I asked wiping a stray drop of somebody's cum off Brett's
shoulder and eating it.

                        *************************************

    "And that was my first dog experience," Justin said from the edge of
the hot tub, idly scratching his low hanging balls.

    There was a lengthy silence as we all waited for the sexy big stud to
continue. He didn't. He just sat there leaning on one hand fondling his
nuts with the other.

    "JUSTIN!" Emery yelled standing up from his seat and sporting a semi
that bobbed on the bubbling water.

    "What Em?" the tall man returned looking at the tight little gymnast
with a smirk.

    "You know what! You oversized asshole!" Em said forcefully, "You can't
stop there!"

    "Why not?" Justin queried still gloating, "You wanted to hear about my
first time K-9 experience and I told it to you."

    Chad leaned back in my lap and whispered to me. I nodded my agreement
and we both got up before Emery could launch himself at Justin in
frustration and pushed the big guy over backwards into the pool two feet
down behind him. It didn't go like we wanted because Justin latched onto
both of our shoulders and took us over with him. We all three surfaced in
six feet of water and Chad leapt on Justin to take him under. I joined him
and we got the big hunk's head down until his upturned face was the only
part of him out of the water. He had too much height on us and surged up
shoving us both under. We were outmatched. Justin was one big strong cute
galoot.

    He suddenly let me go amidst an upsurge of splashing water. Emery and
Feron had come to our rescue. The four of us got the big tall military stud
by his four struggling limbs and gave him the dunking he deserved. On his
fifth plunge under the water, we brought him back up spluttering.

    "OKAY! OKAY!" he yelled and we relented in our submersing punishment,
"I GIVE UP!"

    We let him go and all climbed out of the pool to pull up chairs and sit
down. The cool water was chill on my skin, but felt good in the heated air
of the hot Georgia summer night. Chad drew me over into his arms and down
onto one of the chaise lounges. Feron got in a regular chair and positioned
it beside us. Emery got a cushion off of one of the other chairs, set it on
the pool deck in front of the handsome Hispanic man, and plopped his tight
hard body down between Feron's studly legs and leaned back with his hands
on the guy's thighs. Justin picked up a chair and set it facing us and sat
down.

    "Your first dog FUCK Justin," Mark said, "We said fuck not suck or jerk
or stroke or lick, FUCK!"

    "Okay, It seemed like I was just talking and talking and I thought you
guys might be getting tired of listening to me," he said in his deep bass
voice, "So I'll tell you about the first fuck if you want me to."

    "Up yours Justin," Feron came out laughing, "You had us all on edge and
totally captivated. You did that on purpose."

    "Damn right Fer," Emery added, "And this story better go on from where
you left off or I swear we'll drown you."

    "Please tell us the rest Justin," I implored him with all the charm I
could muster and a smile, "I'll never get any sleep later if you don't."

    "As if anyone could turn you down Mark," Justin said gazing at me,
"Your eyes could get you a job as an interrogation expert."

    And Justin proceeded to continue his tale.



TO BE CONTINUED


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