Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 15:09:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Mikhail Conrad Subject: Bred Big pt12 This is a story about sex between older teenagers, adult men and male dogs. If that offends you then you know where the back button is. You must be 18+ to read this, if not go back now even if it doesn't offend you. Archive;'Bred Big #12' {Mikhail Conrad} ( BB MB MM M~dog B~dog best anal) [12!?] 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 & b. Just letting you know. This chapter is dedicated to RB who gave me the idea for SGT Ken O'Malley and Bacchus. PART 12 "Where was I?" Justin queried himself. "You had just licked a drop of cum off of that guy Brett," Emery supplied and then asked, "Was he as hot looking as Mark?" "Not quite," the big guy answered, "But he was the best looking guy I knew until I met Chad, and now Mark of course. Maybe you'll get to see them all three together and decide for yourself. We can have a male beauty contest." "I concede," Chad said, "I can't compete with Mark. Who can?" "Okay guys," I said, "I appreciate it, but cool it on the side chatter. As flattering as it is, I want to hear the rest of this story. Justin you stopped with SGT O'Malley about to make plans for when the Corporals got back from repairing the entry door. Go ahead, we're listening." "Oh he made plans alright," Justin said with a smile of remembrance, "He's always been good at planning." And our big tall ex-military hunk picked up where he had so aggravatingly left us hanging. ******************************************** We all got dressed back fully in our PT gear. The first thing O'Malley had us do was clean and straighten up the office area while he went back to the radio to check on Hodges and Chalmers. It wasn't as difficult as I had thought it would be, because we didn't have to find every drop of cum and pre-cum that had gotten flung all over the room. Bacchus did that for us. His nose found every speck of man and dog seed and he lapped it up greedily. Brett, Mitch, and I went down the hall to the alcove with the gym mats and got three more. This time Bacchus did go with us. When we turned into the opening to the gymnast's lockers the giant dog whined looking at the front door just ten feet past us. "Oh man," Brett said, "He's gotta go." "Go where?" I asked. "Exactly, he needs to pee or take a dump or both," Mitch explained, "We need to tell O'Malley. This could be a problem." We got the mats and headed back to the office. Bacchus took a last look at the locker room exit door and turned and followed us. The Sarge was at his desk and looked up as we came back in the room. "I think Bacchus needs to go do his business," Brett said as we set our mats on edge with the one we already had to the right of the door. "Oh damn," O'Malley said, "Any ideas guys? I knew this was gonna happen. I guess he'll just have to use the shower floor and I'll clean it up afterwards." "What about the loading dock area behind the cafeteria?" Mitch suggested, "It has walls on both sides and a strip of grass behind the big dumpster. It should provide some shelter from the storm winds and snow if it isn't tornado damaged." "That's a good idea," Sarge said, "I'll have Hodges and Chalmers check it out before they come back. They should be finished with the doorway any time now." The tall redhead army stud got up and headed for the emergency store room which was really more of a disaster command station. "You three good to go with our plan?" he asked pausing in the hallway entrance. "Hell yeah! Yes Sir! For Sure!" we answered at once stepping on each other's words. "Alright then," O'Malley said laughing and leaving the room. We finished our chores, making sure we left the area in front of the Sarge's desk open. Mitch went to make another pot of coffee while Brett and I restocked the coach's towel cabinet from the adjacent laundry room. Bacchus got up and stood by the door. He occasionally whined and looked at us anxiously. "Mitch," O'Malley said coming back into the office, "I need for you and Justin to do me a favor." "Sure Sarge," he answered looking at me and I nodded my agreement, "What is it?" "Take Bacchus to the front lobby," the hunky sergeant instructed, "Hodges will be there waiting on you. Chalmers says the loading dock is perfect for him to use. The snow has piled up in a huge drift across the entrance and the area behind the dumpster with the grass strip is sheltered by the wall enough to block any strong gusts of wind. Just be careful of wet spots you could slip on in the stairwell and come right back. Here's a com for you, though I don't think you'll need it." "Can I go too?" Brett asked. "I want you to stay here Stanton," O'Malley replied, "I'm gonna fill you in on a few of Chalmers particulars since you asked for him. He's the kinkier of the two and I don't want you too surprised by his responses to keep with the plan. Now you two get going, and don't leave the stairwell. Hodges says it's still below freezing in the foyer. He's waiting on you." Mitch and I went out the door and called Bacchus to us. The huge Dane bounded over to us excitedly and we took off down the hall walkway headed to the front locker room door with the big beast urging us along. He must have really needed to go bad, because he ran the length of the room and was whining at the door to the front stairwell waiting on us. Mitch opened the door and Bacchus jumped through and ran up the stairs. I leaped up to the first landing to keep him in sight and saw that all the doors were shut. We climbed the stairs to where the giant dog was prancing in place waiting on us to open the door for him. I saw the back of a fatigue jacket through the small vertical window of the first door on the left, so I reached out and opened the second one. A chill gust of air greeted us as warm air from the stairwell rushed out and the colder air from the foyer flowed in around our bare legs. "I'll take it from here guys," Hodges said holding the door open, "We shouldn't be long. Bacchus doesn't like to linger when it's cold. I'll see you two sexy studs shortly." The buff blonde Corporal gave us a wink and shut the door. I shivered from the sudden chill and turned to go. Mitch kept pace with me as we went back down the stairs. "I can't wait to ride his ass," my handsome friend said groping his crotch, "He thinks he's got us all figured out and we're dying to be his sex toys." "What if he fights us?" I asked. "With O'Malley ordering him? I don't think so," Mitch replied, "And if he's half the slut the Sarge says he is, then he won't even flinch. You just make sure you plug his mouth like we planned, I'll take care of the other end." "Jeez Mitch," I said laughing, "I thought I was the oversexed one." "Join the club man," he said opening the locker room door laughing along with me and then took off, "Come on, race you!" When we got about forty feet from the office door I saw that Mitch was going to beat me by a head. I figured that since he had pulled the jump start cheat that I could be a little underhanded too. I stretched my hands out and pantsed him. I only managed to yank his PT shorts down to his knees, but it was enough to make him stagger and I leaped past him right at the door and won the race. "That's cheating Woodley," he said standing with his hands on his hips and his shorts around his knees panting a little. "Yeah? Well what happened to ready, set, go?" I rebutted with a grin, "What's good for the goose..." "I'll give you your goose," Mitch said and pushed me up against the door frame. His shorts fell to his feet and he grabbed my ass cheeks and wriggled his fingers in my crack. I felt his dick in his jock up against my crotch as we both boned up hard. The door we were leaning against opened and we tumbled into the office landing on the floor in heap. Brett and the Sarge were standing over us grinning. "Can't you keep your shorts on for ten minutes Mitch?" the handsome senior football jock asked, teasing his pal. "Not when all you perverts keep yanking them off me," Mitch responded. "Oh that's rich," O'Malley said giving us both a hand up, "Coming from the guy digging his hands in his younger classmate's butt crack." "I didn't say I wasn't a pervert too," Mitch said laughing as he bent over to pull his shorts back on, "And I sure didn't mean any of you to think that you shouldn't keep taking my clothes off." I took the opportunity to get Mitch back. When he was fully bent over, I plucked his left butt strap back as far as it would go and snapped it. "OWW!" the senior yelled jerking his shorts up and turning to me, "Justin you're dead meat!" I backed up and started to turn to get away. I bumped smack into the immovable muscular monument that was SGT O'Malley. He grinned down at me as Mitch managed to latch onto my jock's waistband. It must have been showing above the waistband of my PT shorts. He pulled my strap back and then snatched it up and back, giving me a wedgie from hell. The senior continued trying to raise my jock to the ceiling which in turn almost wrenched my balls back into my asshole. "OH FUCK MITCH!" I cried out, "LET GO MAN! YOU'RE KILLING ME!" "Apologize," he said calmly letting up some. "I'M SORRY!" I yelled. "Say `I'm sorry most exalted senior stud, Sir'," Mitch instructed me. "FUCK YOU!" I shouted. Mitch almost lifted me off the ground by my strap, making me squeal more in fearful apprehension than in pain, "AAAAGGHHHHHH!" "Say it Justin," he urged me, "Say it or I'm gonna send your balls up your butthole." "I'M SORRY MOST EXALTED SENIOR STUD, SIR!" I hollered. Mitch let go and my waistband snapped back like a giant rubber band giving me a resounding pop on the top of my butt. The sting from the snap was allayed by the relief in my nads. I adjusted my strap and shorts back into place and looked around. Sarge was in front of me still grinning at our antics. Mitch was behind me gloating in sadistic pleasure at his triumphant subdual of me. Brett was to the right of the Sergeant idly fondling his jock bound cock in his shorts with a lascivious smile. "And just when I was beginning to think that all upperclassmen weren't assholes," I said looking hurt. "Come off it Justin," Mitch said smiling, "You snapped me hard, on my sore blistered ass nonetheless." "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, "I'm sorry Mitch. I'm really sorry man. I forgot all about your sore butt." "Did you use that lidocaine cream?" O'Malley asked as we all headed for seats. "Yes Sir. Thanks," Mitch answered, "Justin and Brett put it on me. Anybody want coffee?" Everyone said yes to the offer at once. I went with Mitch to get us all a cup. In just a minute we returned each bearing two mugs of the aromatic brew. I handed Brett his and Mitch gave the other to O'Malley. Three high pitched beeps sounded from the hallway. The com unit I had dropped on the floor when Mitch and I fell in the opened door buzzed simultaneously with the one on O'Malley's desk. The Sergeant picked the dropped unit up from the floor and answered it. It was Chalmers. He and Mike were on their way back with Bacchus. "Take your places cadets," Sarge told us with a devilish smirk as he walked over to his chair we had put back behind his desk, "Let's see if we can make a couple of Corporals sweat." We took our chairs and set them in a line perpendicular to the right front of O'Malley's desk and sat down. Brett had the seat closest to the Sergeant, then me, and Mitch on the end to my left. We were a little jittery, but with a look of confidence, the Sarge settled us down and we were ready for Rob and Mike. It was only a few more seconds before we heard the key in the door and it opened. Bacchus bounded in first and went straight to O'Malley wagging his tail enthusiastically greeting his master. Chalmers came in next and then Hodges closing the door behind him. They had already taken off their fatigue jackets and knitted caps and set them on the bench in front of the lockers as they entered. "Hi Sarge, guys," Chalmers said looking at our seating set-up with a puzzled expression, "The loading dock is a great place to walk Bacchus when he needs to go out. The walls and roof overhang provide more shelter from the storm than you'd expect. The strip of grass behind the dumpster is barely even covered with snow and he went right to it." "Very well Corporal," O'Malley responded coldly and then ordered, "Attention! Front and center!" Hodges and Chalmers both jumped to and came to attention in front of the Sergeant's desk. They both stared directly ahead and neither one made a sound. O'Malley stood up and leaned across his desk giving the two Corporals a hard stern look. "It has come to my attention that you two fuck wads have been sexually harassing my cadets," he said harshly. "But Sarge...," Hodges began. "Shut the fuck up!" O'Malley yelled and cut him off, "If I want to hear anything from either one of you shit heads I'll tell you when to open your pie holes. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" "Sir, yes Sir!" both men responded loudly in perfect unison. Brett, Mitch, and I watched the Corporals and maintained straight faces like we had been instructed to do. Hodges was turning red and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and upper lip, while Chalmers had perspiration drips running down the sides of his face which was becoming paler. "Both of you fucking morons know how important this experimental JROTC program is to the General," SGT O'Malley went on, "If either one of you has fucked this up I'll deliver your balls on a silver platter to him myself!" The Sergeant stepped from around his desk to stand right in front of the two sweating Corporals. He got up in Chalmers' face so close that they were breathing the same air. I had to give them both credit though, I would have been shaking like a leaf. "Mr. Stanton?" O'Malley said loudly with his mouth an inch from Rob's forehead, "Did this piece of shit Corporal accuse you and Mr. Woodley of sodomizing Mr. Coffield when he passed you on his way out to seal the front entrance?" "Sir, yes Sir," Brett answered firmly. "And Mr. Coffield?" he continued taking a step to the left to spray his words into Mike Hodges' face, "Did this ass wipe faggot put you in that corner over there and forcefully suck your cock?" "Sir, yes Sir," Mitch responded. "You two goddamn fucking jackasses are in some deep shit!" Sarge said stepping back to sit on his desk, "Fortunately for you I was able to come to an understanding of sorts with the cadets." The giant redhead crossed his arms and just stared at the two Corporals. Neither one of them so much as flinched, even though they both continued to sweat. By this time the arm pits of their hoodies were darkened by perspiration and I saw that Chalmers had the same dark stain down the back of his sweat pants following the bubble curve of his butt crack. "So here is what you two fuck-ups are going to do," SGT O'Malley said loudly, "I'm going to leave you alone with all three cadets. You will both remain silent and do anything, AND I MEAN ANYTHING THAT ANY ONE OF THEM TELLS YOU TO DO! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" "Sir, yes Sir," their synchronized reply came back. "Then I'll leave them to you cadets," the Sarge said, "I'm going to go man the radio and shut the door to the supply room. I'll be back when you call me on the com unit on my desk. If either one of these two worthless dick heads gives you the slightest problem call me. I'll make them wish that they had never been fucking born." And the tall redheaded muscle hunk stood up and walked around his desk patting Bacchus on the head and giving him the hand signal to stay. He left the room headed down the hallway to the emergency store room. We heard the door close and stood up ourselves. Mitch went to the cabinet by the coffee maker and came back with our pre-made paper bag of supplies. I moved the dressing bench behind O'Malley's desk and rolled out one of the mats in front of the lockers while Brett took O'Malley's place sitting on his desk in front of the two perspiring Corporals. "I want you two army faggots stripped to your jockstraps by the time I count to ten," Brett said and started counting, "...One..., ...Two..., ...Three..., ...Four..., ...Five..., ...Six..., ...Seven..." Not only were they both back to attention in just their jocks by the count of seven, but they had their gear in an orderly stack behind them next to their boots. The two Corporals were obviously very practiced in getting undressed quickly. Everything was going just like O'Malley had said it would. Mitch and I joined Brett standing on either side of him in front of the desk. The sweaty muscular army Corporals were standing alertly within arm's reach right in front of us. Hodges spectacular body sported a bulging half erect cock in his jock pouch. The dark haired Chalmers' package hung heavy in his supporter without any show of arousal. Hopefully that was about to change. They both stared off at some imaginary focal point above our heads. "Turn around," Mitch ordered, "I want to see your asses." Both men took a military about face. Mitch took a step forward and reached out to grope Mike Hodges' ass obscenely. He strained to spread the two hard mounds of muscle and exposed the Corporal's tight wrinkled asshole. Using one hand wedged in the crack of the blonde's cheeks to keep the brawny butt open, he slid the middle finger of his other hand in his mouth and brought it out wet with spit. He then drove the finger savagely up the Corporal's defenseless hole. Hodges only emitted an `Umph' as Mitch stroked his fuck finger across the man's prostate. My baseball jock friend motioned me with his head to go around to in front of the blonde hunk while he kept fingering his soon to be fucked hole. I steeped around in front of Mike and saw that his eyes were becoming glazed over with lust. His jock was totally tented out with a steel hard erection now. "Chalmers!" Brett commanded, "Turn around and get your ass over here." As Rob turned to obey, I saw that his pouch was filling out too. I reached out to fondle Hodges' throbbing cock while the dark haired military hunk took his place at attention in front of Brett. The hard jock bound dick in my hand made a wet blot in the mesh at the tip of its head as it leaked dick drip. I ran my fingernail across the swollen glans under the jock pouch making the Corporal flinch back into Mitch's finger fucking. Brett raised his butt up off the desk and pulled his PT shorts down and kicked them off. "Bend over and suck my cock," the high school football stud told Chalmers, "You better get it nice and wet bitch. It's all the lube you're gonna get when I fuck your hard tight ass." "You too Hodges," I said letting go of the Corporal's pecker and dropping my own shorts, "Bend over and suck my dick." Both army studs freed our hard pricks from our jocks and went down on us sucking and slurping their way onto our poles. Mitch pulled his finger out of Mike's hole and slid his own shorts off too. He pulled his jock pouch to the side freeing his cock and reached over to the sack on the desk and got a bottle of lube out of it and began to apply a generous coating of the slick fluid to his dick. I grabbed Hodges by the ears and started fucking his face. Brett had one hand on the back of Chalmers' head and every other time the Corporal bobbed his head on his hard pole, he'd shove his head down hard and thrust his lip wrapped pole as deep as he could in the cock sucker's throat. Rob spluttered and choked each time he was fully face impaled on the beautiful senior's stiff tool. I pulled Hodges off my prick by the hair of his head. He jerked forward a step as Mitch lubed up his hole with two fingers this time. I grabbed my chair and set it down on the mat against the lockers. Mitch used his fingers in the blonde Corporal's ass to walk him over to me as I sat down in the chair. "Get on your knees and get your mouth back on Justin's cock," Mitch ordered him removing his fingers from Mike's asshole, "And spread your knees apart." Hodges got back on my pole and assumed the required position. He even arched his back and put his ass up knowing he was about to be butt fucked and apparently wanting it. His cock sucking sounds joined Chalmers and Mitch knelt on the mat behind him. "Here ya go Mike," Mitch announced grabbing the Corporal's hips barbarically and driving his hard seven and a half inches into Hodges' fuck hole in one lunge, "I don't need either one of you two to teach me how to fuck ass. Here's how I do it." Mitch plowed into the Corporal's hole with a vengeance. He slammed Hodges ass so fast and so hard that the army stud had to latch onto to my thighs with both hands to brace himself against the pounding. His mouth went all the way down on my dick and I felt the familiar smooth strokes of throat muscles swallowing it. This guy was just as accomplished at cock sucking as O'Malley had said. His muffled moans vibrated on my shaft as Mitch pummeled his ass, battering into his muscle hard keester so fast and aggressively that the constant slaps of groin impacting butt drowned out the cock sucking sounds coming from him and Chalmers. "Fuck him Mitch!" Brett admonished his friend, "Tear his ass up!" "Oh fuck that sounds hot!" I said, "I'm getting close! He's sucking me soooooo goooood!" "Go for it Justin!" Mitch encouraged me as he continued to pulverize Hodges' ass chute, "Come on man, let's load him up at both ends together. OH FUCK! I'M CUMMMMING!" Mitch threw his head back, arched his back, and power slammed his cock as far into Mike's guts as he could. His butt cheeks clenched up hard and he lurched his teen cum into the moaning Corporal's ass. Seeing the orgasmic lust on my friend's face set me off and my cock exploded in Hodges' throat. The horny cock sucking blonde doubled the speed of his swallowing caresses on my pole as I deposited six bursts of my nut juice down his gullet. Mitch jerked his hips at the Corporals ass a few more times and sagged down to lie draped over the army hunk's back. I spread my legs out wide and relaxed back in my chair, letting Mike swallow the last oozing drips of my cum down his throat. I heard the sounds of choke gagging and opened my eyes to see Brett holding Rob's head down on his dick. The Corporal was trying his best to swallow the football jock's pole, but couldn't seem to get the last inch or so down his throat without retching. Brett gave a final shove and let the gasping dark haired hunk back off his cock a few inches to gulp some air and cough spit out the sides of his mouth. "Looks like we're gonna have to enroll you in Woodley's cocksucking 101 class Chalmers," Brett taunted the man, "Let's see if you're any better at taking it up the ass." The handsome senior lifted the Corporal's head off his hard prick and pushed him down across SGT O'Malley's desk that we had cleared earlier. Brett tossed the com unit on it to me and set the paper sack of supplies on the Sergeant's chair. The teenager then moved Chalmers around so that he was bent over at the hips lengthwise on the desktop, exactly in the same position Hodges had been in when I saw Bacchus mount him. The repositioning made the Great Dane have to move from his spot and before Brett knew it the dog stepped between Chalmers spread legs and gave him a big slurping tongue lick right up his butt crack. "Not yet Bacchus," Brett said and grabbed the giant canine by the collar, "Justin can you take him while I fuck Rob? And Hodges, get your cum dripping ass over here." I called the huge black and white dog and he loped over to me. Mitch gave Mike a resounding slap on his ass and pulled his half hard cock out of the Corporal's sperm sloppy hole with a wet sloshy sound. Hodges let my shrinking dick fall from his mouth and scrambled to his feet to go stand by Brett at attention. The post fuck smears of Mitch's teen juice glistened in his ass crack in the glow of the emergency lights. Hodges butt cheeks shone redly from the slam fucking he had received. The two Corporals had so far stuck to O'Malley's order to not utter a word and our plan was going along just fine. Now it was Brett's turn to get a nut. Mitch went from his knees to a cross legged sitting position between my legs and leaned back against my chair to watch the upcoming fuck. I sat upright and got Bacchus to sit at my left scratching under his chin with one hand while I ran my fingers through Mitch's thick sweat dampened hair with the other. The Dane had about four inches of wet red dog cock protruding from his sheath, but he sat where I had put him without any show of unruliness. "Roll over on your back Chalmers," Brett demanded, "And Hodges get up on the desk facing me and put your jizzed up fuck hole on his mouth. Chalmers, you're gonna suck Coffield's entire load out of your buddy's ass. Get to it!" It took all of ten seconds for the two Corporals to get into place and I saw that both of them had their jock pouches tented out to the max by their throbbing erections. Brett got between Rob's legs and lifted them up to his shoulders as he placed his own rigid torpedo cock between the buff army hunks overhanging ass cheeks. It was a good thing that Bacchus had laid a swipe of dog drool in Chalmers' crack because all of the saliva he had gotten on Brett's dick by sucking it had dried by the time the gorgeous football stud started to press his fuck tool slowly forward against the Corporal's bung hole. He took his time and centimeter by centimeter his pecker drove forward into Chalmers ass. The only sound in the room was the sucking slurps coming from between Hodges muscular ass cheeks where he squatted over his army comrade's face. I was a little bit jealous of Rob then. Mitch's cum was tasty stuff. Brett finally had Chalmers stuffed full of his teenage cock and began a grinding circular fuck of the Corporal's packed asshole. He kept the thick base of his hard dick lodged in the army hunk's muscle bound ass. He undulated his hips between the Corporal's thighs twisting the thickest part of his pile driver back and forth, up and down in the man's rectal opening. He looked so fucking hot with his butt writhing around against Rob's ass that my half hard cock went back to full hard and I took my hand from Mitch's head and began to slowly stroke it in time to Brett's rolling fuck. Mitch reached in his crotch and joined me in a casual but sensuous caressing of his own swollen pecker. "Okay Chalmers," Brett said without letting up in his rolling fuck motion, "Push out bitch. Try and push my cock out of your hole with just your ass muscles." Rob's sculpted butt cheeks clinched up hard as he strained to do as the football jock commanded. The exertion he put into trying to expel Brett's twisting rod must have done something to his ass sucking mouth, because Mike moaned softly and began to hump grind his just fucked sinewy butt onto his fellow Corporal's face. Brett let go of the man's hips and latched onto his brawny thighs. After making sure he had a firm hold the good looking senior thrust his hips callously into Rob's tightened up ass and pulled back until his cockhead was the only part of his tool in the Corporal's hole. He jerked forward and started pile driving into the clenched up fuck hole. He slammed Rob's ass with an unmerciful fury that made how Mitch had fucked Mike look like a quiet summer walk in the park. Every few strokes his whole schlong would come out of the Corporal's ass completely and he would just slash it back in deep dicking the army stud with animalistic abandon. "Tighten up fucker!" Brett grunted out as he ravished Chalmers' butthole, "Grab my dick with your asshole bitch! I'm gonna fuckin' load you up! Here it CUUUUMMSS! AHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" The gorgeous teen jock spewed his jizz into the Corporal's beefcake ass without slowing down one bit. He clinched his eyes shut and just kept pounding away at Rob's ass. It was an amazingly erotic and violent fuck. I made sure to take in every detail of Brett's actions so I could emulate it later when I had the opportunity. Hot splatters of cum began to sprinkle the crotches of the two of them as the pummeling from Brett's fuck rod continued to devastate the Corporal's ass. After what seemed like forever, but was really only a couple of minutes, the dark haired teen fell forward onto Hodges and released his rapacious hold on Chalmers' thighs letting his arms hang limp across the upraised legs of the army stud he had just savagely bred. I was so enthralled with the raunchy spectacle that I had quit stroking my meat and had it held in a tight fisted grasp that had my cock head turning purple from the pressure. I let go and just stared at the hot teenaged football jock as he recovered from his orgasm. I concluded then and there that there were a whole lot more ways to fuck ass than there were to suck cock and resolved to try as many of them as I could as soon as I could. Mitch turned to me and rested his elbow on my right thigh as he sat up. "Brett really likes to fuck," he said needlessly, "He's usually more attentive to his partner getting off though. I guess Rob telling him he could show us how to fuck really set him off. That was hot as hell wasn't it?" "Jeez Mitch," I replied while the three fuck show stars lay in a heap on O'Malley's desk, "Do you think that Brett would... you know..." "What Justin?" he asked me with a look of concern. "Well, I don't want you to be pissed off, you being my first and all, but...if you'd be okay with it...then... uh..." "Just say it Justin," my baseball jock friend said, "Okay with what?" "I think I'd like for Brett to be the first guy to fuck me," I said, "But it's up to you man, I owe it to you if you want it." "Listen Justin, I'd love to be your first, but it's up to you and nobody else but you who you let fuck you," he told me, "You don't need my okay. But I'll tell you this, I really like a wet sloppy fuck. I love the way a cum oozing hole feels on my cock, so if you want to do me a favor man, let me be the second one to get up in your ass right after your first butt load." "Damn Mitch that would be so fuckin' hot," I said, "Do you think Brett would like to be my first?" "GODDAMN RIGHT I WOULD," the object of my fuck lust yelled as he disengaged himself from between Chalmers' legs and lowered them to hang bent at the knee down the side of the Sergeant's desk, "There isn't anything I'd like more Justin. Are you sure?" Brett walked over to us still a little wobbly from his sexual workout. Mitch grabbed my hand and got to his feet. I stood up as Bacchus stuck his head over in my crotch and started tonguing my stiff crank. I pushed him away and gave him the pointing sign to sit and stay. He promptly obeyed, but I swear he gave me a look that said he'd get some of me sooner or later. "I'm really sure Brett," I said, "I want it like you just fucked Rob except I want to look at your face when you get off in my ass. That was so fucking hot watching you cum like that." "Then that's what I'll do man," he replied taking hold of me around the waist and pulling us close together, "I'll take it easy on you pal. It's always hurts the first time and I'll try to be as careful as I can." "I don't want you to take it easy on me Brett," I said, "I want you to fuck me fast and furious like you did Rob just now. I want to see you throw yourself into me like you're possessed. If I scream, I want you to keep on slamming your dick into me anyway. I don't care if it hurts so long as I can see you going wild fucking me like you just did him." "I don't know Justin," the teenage heart throb said hesitantly letting me go and taking a step back, "I don't want to hurt you man." Hodges was looking at us the whole time with his ass still firmly planted on Chalmers' face. He had a lust filled look on his face and his cock had somehow made it out the side of his jock and was dripping precum down his left thigh. He raised his right hand like a student in class and just stared at us. "What is it Mike," Mitch said taking notice of the blonde Corporal, "It had better be important. We're not supposed to let you talk. Make it quick." "You need to have a safe word," he told us cryptically. "A what?" Brett asked. "A safe word," Hodges explained, "Pick an uncommon word not likely to be said during sex and Justin can yell it out if he really wants you to stop. Other than that he can scream, yell, and beg all he wants to have whatever scene is in his head. You just go on and fuck him like an out of control fiend unless he calls out the safe word." "Oh man," Brett said, "That's genius." "Not really," the hunky Corporal said, "It's an old standby plan for sex fantasy roleplaying. I didn't invent it." "Okay," Mitch interjected, "Shut up now, this isn't permission for you to strike up a conversation, or should I call O'Malley." Hodges gave him a look of surprise, but didn't say another word. He closed his eyes and went back to grinding his ass on Rob's butt hidden face. The threat of the fiery haired Sergeant was a powerful force with these two. I felt some of it myself and wondered how long it would take before Brett, Mitch, and myself were fully reprogrammed by the tall army hunk's dominating influence. Sure they were buddy-buddy with the Sarge sometimes, but when the hulking man took on his command persona they jumped to obey him faster than a bolt of lightning. His control over his two Corporals was more than a little bit erotic. "Will that work for you Justin?" Brett asked me breaking into my wandering line of thought, "I'll feel a lot more comfortable if I know you're not being raped or forced against your will. I don't want to do that to you." "It didn't seem to bother you a minute ago," I responded. Brett leaned over to whisper to me and Mitch, "The Sarge told me to screw him like I wanted to fuck him to death. He said that was how Rob liked it. I didn't really believe it myself until I saw his dick leaking like a faucet every time I slammed into his hole." "No shit!" Mitch said amazed. "No shit," Brett affirmed. "Okay, let's do it then," I said, "Pick a word and then fuck me Brett. I want it." "Whoa Justin," Mitch interceded, "You can't just spread your legs and take a fuck like that your first time. You'll get your asshole ripped open." "They didn't," I argued pointing at the two Corporals. "They've been fucked before," Brett added, "I'd bet a lot." Hodges opened his eyes and gave Brett a smug grin and a wink. "So what do I have to do?" I asked, "I really want it. Everybody else seems to like it a bunch. I want to know what it feels like." "Have you ever had an enema?" Mitch asked me, "Or stuck a finger up your ass?" "No finger," I answered, "And the last time I had an enema was like years ago. I think I was six or seven." "Hmmm," Mitch said, "No way to explain it to you then. Your prostate wouldn't have been developed enough for you to get any good stimulation from it at that age. We'll just have to show you. But..., we'll change the plan to let you have the experience. O'Malley won't mind. I bet the sooner we have you ready to take his monster meat the happier he'll be." Hodges let out a snort of laughter in response that was echoed by a gurgling wet chortle coming from his ass crack as Chalmers responded in kind. They both went quiet instantly though. The comment about the Sarge wanting my ass must have hit home big time for them to break the silence rule. Spontaneous amusement can hardly ever be self-restrained. It's just human nature. I had heard that Robin Williams had gotten a kick out of making the soldiers crack up in ranks on the set of his movie `Good Morning Viet Nam'. "Shut the fuck up you two," Mitch said, "Get your ass down here and get on your back on the mat Hodges." The Corporal jumped to obey him and his ass made a wet suction sound as he wrench it loose from Chalmers' face. The ripped army stud on the desk gulped in fresh cool air in relief as the tight muscled butt cheeks of his buddy relinquished their hold on his head. His hair was plastered to his head making the dark brown color of it look almost as black as Brett's from being sweat dampened. A glossy sheen of Hodges' ass juices mingled with Mitch's jizz remains glazed his face. His cock jutted out rigid and shiny wet with precum from the side of his jock pouch. As I looked at him, another deposit of dick drip came oozing out of his piss slit to add to the erotic raunchiness of his just fucked muscular frame. Chalmers looked at us with a hard intense lustful stare. You could tell he was desperate for some kind of release that we had no intention of giving him or the equally hard up Hodges. O'Malley had told us to keep them on edge and to not let them cum unless they begged for it. That was their torturous catch 22, they weren't allowed to speak so they were locked into an ever increasing state of sexual frustration. It was all part of the Sergeant's evolving plan to make them into a pair of extremely horny fuck sluts. It seemed to be working perfectly. "Brett, you go ahead with Chalmers," Mitch said, "Justin's gonna get a first class army ass licking and rim job from Corporal Mike. We'll make sure our sexy sophomore here is super horny for his first fuck. That'll make it a lot easier on him." "Sounds good to me," Brett said stepping back over to the desk, "Get your hole loosened up Justin and I'll nail your ass big time man. Chalmers turn your ass over! Bend over and spread your legs open! Bacchus! Come here boy." The huge Great Dane got up and jumped over to Brett. The hunky football player caught him by his collar and directed the dog's snout into the crack of Rob's army conditioned ass. With one sniff, the big animal began lapping the dark haired Corporal's sperm leaking hole. Mitch took me by the arm and led me over to the mat where Hodges now lay prone on his back with his hands behind his head and feet crossed watching Bacchus go to town slurping on Chalmers' cum loaded ass. "Squat down on his face Justin," Mitch directed me, "Either way you want. I'd face the desk so you can watch the dog show if I were you." I stepped over, straddling Hodges' head facing Brett and bent my knees lowering my jockstrapped ass to the blonde Corporal's face. He moved his arms out to his sides and opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. I felt the spit wet tip of his tongue as it came in contact with my butthole. Hodges ran it around my muscle ring making me moan. It was my first rim job ever and the blonde stud Corporal was making it a memory worth keeping. His tongue lapped, slavered, and teased my asshole with an array of licks from every angle he could get the protruding mouth muscle to make. All of a sudden I felt it pressuring my anal ring and then it slipped inside into my rectum. Hodges drilled my hole with a tongue fucking that made my eyes roll back in my head. I pressed my ass down on the object of delight and would have fallen over in shear enjoyment if Mitch hadn't reached out to steady me. "Ease up some Justin," the baseball jock told me, "You have to let him breathe." "Oh fuck Mitch," I said raising my ass up to give Mike a clear breath, "It feels so damn good. Why didn't you tell me?" "It's one of those things you have to experience to understand man," my friend answered with a laugh, "Go for it, but let the Corporal breathe every now and then. Passed out ass lickers aren't any fun." I started in by rotating my butt around on Hodges face. He in turn stuck his tongue out flat and swept it around in the opposite direction of my grinding. His hands came up and latched onto my thighs and directed my movements for a more fine-tuned ass licking. If I just followed his hand pressure, his tongue somehow hit the best places on my sensitive anal opening. From time to time he would pull me down onto his face hard and jab his tongue into my asshole. Every time he did it, I felt my hole relax more and more making his next scheduled tongue invasion all that much easier. I realized that I had closed my eyes in the lascivious enjoyment of having my ass eaten and opened them to see Brett's head side by side with Bacchus' as they chowed down on Chalmers' ass. With one last long swipe from his ass crack, across his hole, and up the underneath of his balls Bacchus was pulled back from his cum tasting by the football jock who stood up holding the Great Dane by his collar. I set my knees on the mat on either side of Hodges awesome pecs and held my weight up off of the Corporal so he could continue his tongue action on my hole and breathe while I watched Brett and Rob for what I knew was coming next. "Up Bacchus," Brett commanded the dog slapping Chalmers' ass soundly, "Up Boy." The huge canine rose up on his back legs and hopped forward to put his forepaws on the desk on either side of Rob's waist. His hind quarters jerked forward at the Corporal's ass and wedged in between his spread legs. Brett reached in and positioned the white haired sheath with its four inches of exposed red dog cock directly at the military stud's asshole. With one final haunch jerk the big beast drove his pecker all the way into Chalmers' cum lubed orifice just as Hodges yanked my ass onto his face hard and stuck his tongue up my hole further than I thought was possible. "Fuck yeaaaaah!" I moaned. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Chalmers screamed. The tongue in my hole began constant fucking in and out of my asshole as Bacchus began fuck thrusting into Chalmers' ass chute. The dog was going triple time compared to Hodges' tongue and Rob grabbed the sides of the desk to brace himself against the savage canine cock attack being directed against his butt. Bacchus drilled him ruthlessly. He rammed his dog dick into the Corporal's ass in a barrage of ongoing fuck thrusts. He held his head back and dog drool slung from his jowls to plaster the whole desk area as he sought to hammer his cock and knot as far as he could into the dark haired fuck receptacle under him. His forelegs had attached themselves to the Corporal's hips and his claws held the man captive to the ferocious savage assault on his asshole. After about four more minutes of tongue fucking for me and rapid fire haunch pummeling for Chalmers, Bacchus gave a series of three hard powerful hip jerks. "OOOHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCK!" Chalmers screamed, "OHHHH FUUUCK HE'SSSS GOT ME! OHHHH FUCK! I'M KNOOOOOTTED!" Bacchus dropped forward over his Corporal bitch and rested his head next to Chalmers with his big tongue hanging out. He took several more hind end jerks at the man's ass to make sure his knot was firmly entrenched and began his breeding of the army hunk. I could tell the huge dog was delivering his load by the solid jerks of his tail and the tight winking of his canine ass pucker. Every clinch of tail and asshole announced another injection of hot dog cum into the corporal's bowels. "Goddamn guys!" Brett exclaimed, "His knot is as big as my fist and he jack hammered it in hard." Corporal Chalmers continued to moan loudly in pain and ecstasy while he was bred. His muscles were rock hard ridges across the exposed parts of him that weren't dog covered. He writhed and squirmed under the Great Dane suffering as he tried to position himself to accommodate the huge knot that had lambasted its way into his rectal cavity. He was fucked full of dog cock and knot and he was tight and muscle clenched fighting the repercussions of anal agony. Tears began to slide down his cheeks and he fought to remain quiet and not sob out loud. Brett picked up the com from the chair and called O'Malley. "He's tied Sarge," the senior said. "About time," O'Malley responded as we heard the door to the store room open down the hallway. O'Malley appeared in the hall opening dressed in just jockstrap and crew socks and walked over to the dog fucked Corporal laid across his desk. He put his hand under Bacchus between Chalmers' ass cheeks and felt the joining of dog dick to man ass. He ran his hand up the Corporal's ass, back, and shoulders to end up holding his neck. O'Malley began to massage Chalmers' rigid neck muscles with that hand while his other pressed the army stud's back down flat. "Relax Corporal!" the Sergeant ordered, "Relax and submit to the knot. That's an order Chalmers. Quit fighting it. He's got you knotted tight. You're not going anywhere until he finishes breeding you full of his fuck juice. Relax and take it. What gives Justin? I expected to see you plowing Hodges' ass big time, not riding his face." "I had to make that change Sarge," Mitch admitted as he rose to his feet, "Justin's hole needs some work. He decided he wants to get fucked and he's not gonna be very patient about it. He's jonesing to know what it feels like so I'm having Hodges tongue him open to prep him." "And who is going to get the honors Justin?" O'Malley asked with a grin, "Are you asking for volunteers? Are you sure? I take it you know it's going to hurt quite a bit at first." "Yes sir," I answered as I continued to slide my asshole over Hodges mouth while he tongue fucked me, "I asked Brett to do me. I don't care if it hurts. I want to know what it feels like after the pain and I want to know what it feels like when someone unloads inside me. Everybody here knows that but me. I want it. Am I ready yet Mitch?" "No!" Brett answered for him, "Not yet Justin. You still need to be loosened up a bit." "I agree," the Sergeant added while he kept up his massage of Chalmers' neck and back, "You don't want any damage done to your virgin hole and I sure don't." Brett left the Sergeant to handle Bacchus' breeding of Chalmers and sauntered over to me. Mitch knelt down beside me and bent me over until I was face to face with Hodges' big turgid army dick. He ran his forefinger over my spit slick pucker and pressed all around the ring. Brett knelt down on the other side and his finger joined the mix. "Hodges," Mitch said, "Keep working spit up in your mouth. Brett and I will use it to finger Justin's hole. Don't worry though we'll let you get your ass licks in too. Justin why don't you play with the Corporal's cock while we work on opening your asshole? Don't make him cum, just a slow casual tonguing. Tease him. Make his dick leak like a faucet and try to relax as much as you can. Brett and I are gonna get you loose enough to take his torpedo wedge." I heard a desk drawer open and looked up to see the Sarge reach into it and come up with a small brown bottle. He unscrewed the cap and held it to Chalmers' nose. The dog knotted Corporal used his left hand to hold one nostril closed and inhaled. He then turned his head slightly and repeated the action inhaling deeply with his other nostril. O'Malley recapped the bottle. Chalmers' face started to redden almost like a blush of embarrassment and he let out a sigh of satisfaction and went limp on the desk. He had finally relaxed into his knotted breeding and the look of pain that had filled his face was gone. He even began to grind his ass back into the knot that had him fuck enslaved to Bacchus. "Here ya go Mitch," O'Malley said tossing the little bottle underhanded to the senior, "This might help you out." "Oh wow! Thanks Sarge," he said snagging the bottle out of the air easily, "Do you think you could get me a bottle of my own? They're really hard for Brett and I to get a hold of. We've been doing this guy from State College when he's home to get them, but he only comes home on holidays. I'll pay." "We'll work something out Coffield," O'Malley said, "I don't want your money but I'll make sure you have poppers when you want them." "I'll make it up to you Sarge," Mitch said and gave the big tall redhead a wink. "I'll help you out with him Mitch," Brett added. "I guess I'd better order a case," the Sergeant replied laughing, "It'll be the best purchase I've ever made." I didn't know what in the hell the three of them were talking about, but if the Sergeant was making an order for a case, then it couldn't be illegal drugs. Drugs didn't come by the case that I knew of and besides I was pretty sure the military did random drug testing. Neither one of these guys would jeopardize their career that way. I took the cock in my face in hand and started to kiss it from base to tip. All this time the two senior jocks had kept up their finger teasing of my asshole. The fingers were removed and Hodges face was pressed into my butt crack. His lips encircled my anal ring and made a seal. I felt a mouthful of his saliva flow from his mouth into and around my tingling butthole. Then his tongue came into play working the slick wet spit all around my anal ring. "Here Justin," Mitch said holding the now opened little brown bottle to my nose with his thumb over the open end, "Cover one nostril like Chalmers did and inhale." "What is it?" I asked turning my head to look at him. "It's poppers," he answered, "They won't hurt you. They'll give you a head rush and help you to get into having your asshole stretched. They really work and we're lucky the Sarge has them. They'll also make you really want to get fucked hard." "I already want Brett to fuck me hard," I said. "Just give it a try," he responded, "One hit and if you don't like it then you don't have to do any more. Trust me." I put my finger to my nose and closed off my right nostril like I had seen Rob do. Mitch removed his finger and put the bottle to my open nostril. I let out the air in my lungs and took a deep inhale. The stuff stank like a chemistry lab. Suddenly I wasn't sure I had done the right thing by not finding out more about what I was sniffing. I had read about brain dead kids that had inhaled spray can fumes. My mind cycled toward panic and then it hit me. I felt a flush of heat creep up my spine and intensify as it reached my neck and shoulders. When the feeling got to my face I could feel the rapid pounding of my heart accompanying it. Then a feeling of energy flashed into my body as my head swam in a sea of mild dizziness. I felt empowered and free. It was like the wild animal in me came to the surface for a brief look out. I pushed my ass back as hard as I could into Hodges' rimming tongue trying to intensify the suddenly already intensified carnal feeling. His head fell from my ass and I felt a finger penetrate my yearning asshole. I swallowed Hodges cock to the root. Other fingers began to stroke my now yielding hole and the one inside of me rubbed across a firm spot in my ass chute right above and forward of my balls. It sent a jolt of pleasure through my whole crotch and a huge dollop of dick drip came out of my piss hole to get smeared into Hodges' chest. I sucked on his cock like a starving baby and ground my ass back onto the finger that was giving me such a fucking great feeling and my hard cock into the cleft between the blonde Corporal's pecs. I squirmed and humped myself onto that finger. I wanted it..., hell no, I wanted more. "OHHHH!" I moaned in lust coming up off the Corporal's rod, "Finger my hole! I want more! Oh fuck yeah!" Another finger joined the first and then both of them were stroking that bump that kept generating the groin pleasuring tingle in my crotch. I spread my knees apart as far as I could and rocked my ass back and forth, up and down on the euphoria inducing digits. I went back down on Hodges' prick and swallowed it all. The magnified feelings were slowly ebbing and the pounding of my heart dwindled in my ears. I came back to my usual self with two fingers up my ass and a now slight tickling tense titillation coming from what Mitch had called `the bump' in my ass. I remembered that I wasn't supposed to make Mike cum and let his hard meat slip out of my throat and mouth. "OHHHH GODDDD!" Chalmers cried out. I looked over at him to see Bacchus with one back leg raised high as he tried to turn on the other one. I had seen this before when I had watched two dogs mating. The Great Dane was trying to turn ass to ass with the Corporal. I guessed that he had cried out because the knot up his ass was rearranging his insides. I saw O'Malley with another little brown bottle hold it up to Chalmers nose. This time the Corporal didn't bother to hold a nostril closed, he just inhaled repeatedly from the open end. A couple of seconds later, Bacchus right back leg swept over his back and the two of them were now butt to butt as the breeding of the muscular army hunk entered the next stage. Chalmers was still moaning, but the agony in it was way reduced and he worked his ass up and down to reposition the knot back securely as it twisted in his rectum. "So you want another hit?" Mitch asked me with a knowing smile. "Fuck yeah!" I said, "And when it kicks in I want you to work my hole over hard. God it was so intense!" "Okay," Brett said from my other side, "Just one more for now Justin. I don't want you to get a headache and don't suck Hodges dick like that, you almost made him shoot. You can't have another hit until I start to fuck you so enjoy this one." Mitch put the bottle back to my nose and I took two big long draws, one in each nostril while Hodges went back to rimming me, this time making lick applications of spit around the two fingers still lodged in my ass. They had to be Brett's. Mike's hands were on my thighs and I had seen both of Mitch's when he gave me the poppers. That was all I had time to contemplate because the flush of the vapors came running up my spine to throw me back the state of sexual depravity that had felt so amazing. I let it take me completely this time without any anxiety. I just moaned and rested my head on Hodges hard prong while what felt like hundreds of fingers ravished my asshole. I arched my back until it hurt trying to use my ass to capture each and every finger that stroked, probed into, tickled, teased, and caressed it. When I started to come back down this time I felt three fingers up my chute. I sighed and slowly ground my ass into the fullness of the ass play. "Now just relax Justin," Brett said, "We've got you almost ready, but Mitch and I are gonna use our forefingers to stretch your hole a little more while I rub your prostate with my middle finger." "How's that feel?" Mitch asked me as they started to pull on the sides of my ass ring with their fingers. "Oh man, it feels great," and then I let out a moan as Brett's long finger ran across my pleasure bump, "Ohhhhh!" My cock exuded another glop of precum and I felt the impending closeness of an oncoming orgasm. "I'm gonna cum!" I said. The fingers in my hole were abruptly yanked out and as soon as the one on my prostate was removed the building tension of approaching ejaculation went with it. Hands on either side of me raised me back up onto my knees. Hodges tongue and mouth went right back to work on my hole as it came to rest on his lips. "Why'd you quit?" I asked my two friends, "I was about to get a nut." "Listen Justin," Mitch explained, "If you're really horny when you get fucked for the first time it doesn't hurt as much. If we had let you get off then Brett's cock up your ass would have been sheer torture. This way, after the initial burn from your first penetration, you'll probably be begging for it if your reaction to being finger banged was any indication." "Okay then," I said, "Fuck me Brett. I'm ready." I was surrounded by laughter, including a splattery chortle from my ass caused by Hodges' laugh. I didn't know what was so funny. I looked around for an explanation. "Take him into the Coach's shower and get him ready Brett," O'Malley said still smiling, "We're not laughing at you to make you feel stupid Justin, it's because you're so fuckin' horny to get nailed the first time and we all know where you're coming from." "You mean wanting to cum from, don't you?" Mitch interjected making us all laugh. Brett took my arm and got me to my feet. Hodges' tongue followed my now loosened hole until he was sitting and still using his mouth to nibble in my ass crack. I stepped away and turned to look at the blonde muscle stud. His eyes greeted mine with a look of pure lust. His cock had his jock tented and stretched up. The Corporal clearly would have gone on eating my ass as long as I kept it on his face, but Brett tugged on me to follow him. "I'll go with you guys," Mitch said, "I think we all need to prep, or at least I do. Gotta get ready for some wild fun ya know." "Take your time," the Sarge told us, "Bacchus is gonna have Chalmers here occupied for at least another twenty minutes. We'll be waiting on you." "Thanks Sarge," Brett said, "And remember what I asked for. That still goes, please sir." "I've already revised our plans for it Stanton," the burly redheaded hunk said, "I think you're gonna like what I have in mind. Let me surprise you." "Yes sir!" the senior football stud readily accepted, "Come on Justin, let's get you ready for your big event buddy." "Get your ass over here and eat my meat Hodges," was the last thing I heard SGT O'Malley say as the three of us headed down the access hallway and went into the coaching staff's private bathroom shutting the door behind us. I had never been in here before and took a look around to check it out. The front area had three sinks in a long counter on the right as we entered. There was a ten inch wide stainless steel shelf that ran the length of the bottom of the mirror that covered the wall behind the sinks. Each coach apparently had their own area with various toiletries grouped on it. To the left was an eight foot grey tiled opening that led into a dark room. Brett reached out and flipped a light switch that illuminated the rest of the bathroom. "I thought all we had was emergency lighting," I commented. "No," Brett said, "We closed the emergency breakers while you and O'Malley were out on your foray. We have full power down here in the locker room but the Sarge wants us to keep the use down as much as possible, so we went around and turned out all the lights that were on when the power cut out to save fuel. The backup generators run on diesel. You've probably seen the intake nozzles out by the cafeteria courtyard. They're those steel cylinders with the turn valves on the side across from the dumpsters." "Oh yeah," I responded, "I wondered what those were for." "Now you know," Mitch said, "And we did keep the hot water heaters on down here too, so let's get to it." We went through the tiled opening into a room that was the same dark grey tile, floor and walls. The ceiling was some kind of white resin plaster with recessed lighting. An eight foot long resin bench was bolted to the floor down the middle of the room. To the left was an area about six feet wide and twelve feet long with a three foot divider wall that had a four foot opening in the middle that divided off another six foot by twelve foot section. In the first area there were several hooks on each end wall above an inset shelf that contained rolled white towels and washcloths on one end and soaps and shampoo in the other. Several of the hooks had various articles hanging from them like coach's shorts, tee shirts, a couple of sweat shirts, three jockstraps, a pair of boxer shorts, and even a whistle on a lanyard. I guess it was gear that the coaches left out for frequent use. Brett snagged one of the jockstraps and put it to his face and took a deep sniff of the pouch. "Man, whoever wore this one doesn't believe in washing it more than once a week," he said, "I can smell crotch, piss, and ball sweat, no cum though." "You are one big perv Stanton, you know," Mitch said to his pal. "And you love it," he retorted, "Don't lie." "I wonder whose it is," I said. "Probably Coach Weldon's," Mitch said, "It was on the first hook and he's the one that always get here earliest. I'm just guessing though, it could be any of the other coach's or even O'Malley's." "It's a large," Brett said showing us the label, "That narrows it down." "Just put it back," Mitch said, "We've got to get cleaned out and I really want to get back for the rest of our plan." "Speaking of plans," Brett added, "I think I know just the word for you Justin." "Whadda ya mean?" I asked. "You know, a safe word, like Hodges told us about," he answered. "Oh yeah," I replied, "What word? I won't use it though." "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya," the tight end jock said with a smirk, "But just in case, how about x-ray? I don't think it's one you're ever likely to shout out of hand during sex and the x sound is easy to hear." "I like it," I said, "X-ray it is then." "I like it too," Mitch agreed, "Why don't we make it our own group safe word? Any time one of us uses it, it means stop doing that." "That's cool," Brett answered, "Like our own secret sex pact." "Yeah," I added, "It is cool. Now let's get on with it or I'm never gonna get fucked." "Oh you'll get fucked," Mitch said with a laugh, "You might even be screaming X-RAY over and over before the end of the day. Now put that jock back Stanton and let's make sure Justin gets what he wants." Brett hung the strap back on its hook and grabbed three towels and laid them on the bench. We all stripped off our jocks, socks, and shoes and set them on the bench. We stepped through the opening in the divider where there were six shower heads on the long wall in front of us. Mitch turned the water on the far left one and felt it as he adjusted the temperature. Brett went back to the far recessed shelf and got a bottle of liquid soap and joined us in the warm spray. It didn't take long at all for us to get showered with two guys working on the third in rotation. Of course we were all back to full on boners when we finished. I reached out to turn off the water and Mitch grabbed my hand stopping me. "We're not done yet Justin," he said and lowered the temperature of the water to barely warm, "Watch and learn sophomore suck master." So he and Brett showed me how to douche my ass. There was a flexible hose attached to the shower head and after turning a valve on the base the water was diverted into the hose that had a smooth polished six inch stainless steel tip at its end. After four trips to the toilet stalls on the far wall in the other half of the room I was expelling clear water. It felt a little crampy to me, but Brett assured me that would pass quickly. Now I knew why Mitch's ass had been clean yesterday. He told me he did it twice a day on himself. Brett admitted to doing as often as he could get away with since he liked the full feeling in his guts. I guessed if we couldn't find him later this would be the place to look. He had flushed his insides full seven times and would have kept on if Mitch hadn't made him stop. During the whole procedure the both of them kept up an ongoing exchange of fingering my hole. After rinsing me from my last douching, Brett got down on his knees behind me while Mitch held me bent over and gave me a spit sloppy rim job right on par with the one Hodges had dealt me just a few minutes earlier. We toweled dry and put our three pieces of attire back on. Brett wet the first two fingers of his right hand with saliva and slid them in my loosened hole and used them to walk me back into the office. The sight that greeted us was A-number-one hot. Bacchus was on the gym mat licking his partially extended shiny red cock back into his sheath. Chalmers was spread eagle face down on the Sarge's desk with Hodges bent over sucking dog cum from his gaping knot loosened hole. SGT O'Malley was behind Hodges long dicking his jockstrapped ass with the steady rhythm of a pile driver. Brett fuck finger steered me right up behind the Sergeant whose fuck plunging jocked ass was right in front of us. None of the three army studs heard or saw us as we came in so I put my right hand out and ran it past the Sarge's red-gold butt hair into his crack. He lurched forward and gave Hodges ass a deep fuck bash and I got my middle finger on his firmly clenched butthole. To my surprise it slid into his rectal opening easily. Either Hodges, Chalmers, or maybe even Bacchus had been at his back door with a wet tongue while we were gone. I felt for his pleasure button knowing it would be in about the same place as mine had been for Brett and encountered the firm bulge of it with my finger tip. I began to slowly stroke it and the Sarge just held his place with his huge fuck pole buried deep in CPL Hodges ass. "You got something with a little more depth to stick up there Woodley?" the well-built red-headed stud asked me as he turned to look at us, "Go ahead if you think you're man enough." It was like he was daring me to fuck him. I immediately shoved two more fingers up his asshole and began rotating them in his asshole. This forced him even harder into Mike's fuck chute and both of them let out loud groans of masculine sexual lust. Brett started giving my ass the same treatment while Mitch freed my pulsing erection from my jock pouch and went down on me. Hodges began to suck and chew on Chalmers' swollen ass lips and then there were four males groaning in sex rut pleasure in the room. "Fuck him good Justin," Mitch said coming up off my rigid pecker, "Just like you did me." I took a small step forward and thrust my spit wet tool vertically into SGT O'Malley's hairy ass crack. I drew my hips back and let the head slide down into the warm crevasse. A drop of my dick drip oozed out my piss slit as I took my right hand out of his ass and positioned my leaking prick against the Sarge's already lubed fuck hole. Brett was watching over my shoulder and as soon as my cock was in place he rammed his fingers into my ass propelling me forcefully into the redheaded hunks ass. I thrust my hips into him savagely and my cock plowed into his tight warm hole until my dusty brown pubes were smashed into intermingling with his russet ass hairs. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" O'Malley yelled out, "OHHH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" "What's wrong Sarge?" Brett taunted the army Sergeant as he kept me embedded deep in the man's convulsing hole with his fingers up my ass, "Can't handle a little cadet cock big man?" "There isn't anything little about that cock Stanton you dick head!" O'Malley groaned, "Both of you remember that you're gonna get back what you give. Goddamn it Justin I don't take it up the ass very often, so you better fuck me like you mean it Cadet!" "Fuck him into a pile of army goo Justin," Brett whispered in my ear and took his fingers out of my ass, "You've got your dick up the ass of one of the hottest stud butts I've ever seen. Use his hole man. Make him see stars. Tear it up." I took a rough hold of O'Malley's hips, drew my throbbing cock back a few inches and slammed into the massive muscled bulk of army ass. I did my best to piston my cock so far up in the Sergeant that he could taste it. My one experience with fucking ass that I had with Mitch was different. He had ridden my dick. Being behind O'Malley left me in complete control. I took a breath and tried to duplicate Bacchus' rapid fire hammering technique. I slammed my hard seven plus into him as fast as was humanly possible. After five sweat dripping minutes of pummeling my rod into the Sergeant's muscle hard ass and him giving out every sexual moan, groan, and sigh I had ever heard, I decided to take a short rest to keep from cumming. I was enjoying it too much to get off yet. I wanted more of this military stud's warm clinging ass chute on my tingling fuck pole so I buried it in him up to my balls and wrapped my arms around his broad chest and cupped his flame haired pecs in my hands. I looked over his shoulder to see Mitch on the desk leaning back on his hands, legs spread, with Chalmers sucking his cock. Hodges still had his face buried in Chalmers' ass sucking out the last remains of Bacchus' massive cum load. O'Malley was still fully lodged up CPL Hodges' wide spread ass and I pushed my knees out against the Sarge's legs to open him up and managed to drive my fuck prod a bit more into his silky smooth ass chute. I felt a body behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see Brett work a glob of spit into his right hand and smear it on his torpedo wedge dick. He stepped up onto the tool box the two Corporals had left sitting by the door that he had brought over and placed behind me and squirmed his way between my legs and put the pointed head of his cock up against my sweaty asshole. "You ready to get your first fucking Justin?" he asked. "Oh yeah Brett," I answered, "Give it to me man. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want it bad." Mitch leaned over the two Corporals with a little brown bottle in his hand, thumb over the open end. I saw that he was holding the cap in his other hand which was pressing on the back of Chalmers' head keeping the army stud's mouth solidly planted on his hard cock. He grinned at me as he used his arm to encourage SGT O'Malley to bend over so he could get the bottle to my face. The Sergeant spread his legs a bit and leaned over Hodges and squirmed on my dick up his ass. "Take three good long hits Woodley," the Sarge said to me, "And keep that fuckin' hard rod up my hole." Mitch took his thumb off the bottle top and used it to hold one of my nostrils closed while I took a deep draw off the bottle. He switched nostrils and I repeated the process, then one more time back to the first nostril. I felt the vapors start to work and couldn't help but take a few jerky fuck lunges into the muscle hard army ass wrapped around my throbbing cock as I let out a sigh of lust. I felt Brett's cock head lodged up against my asshole and wanted it in me. I wanted him to slam it into me and fill me with his whole thick fat fuck tool. "FUCK ME BRETT!" I begged, reeling from the effects of the poppers, "FUCK ME!" "Okay man," the football jock answered my plea, "Here it is Justin. Take my hard dick up your hot sophomore ass." Brett was as good as his word. He drove his cock up my virgin hole with a single forceful lunge. I felt a searing stab of white hot pain in my asshole that made my knees buckle. I felt my heartbeat not only in my popper flushed face, but also in my burning asshole. It felt like I had been ripped open with a dull letter opener. "OH FUCK IT HURTS!" I yelled, "OH SHIT! TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS!" At the time I really wanted the football jock to take his instrument of torture out of me, but in my pain and popper induced daze, I had forgotten all about safe words. I saw the bottle of poppers at my face and huffed in a long hit of the euphoric vapors still clenched up in agony from the slice of searing misery up my ass. But the time I finished inhaling the fumes, they were producing an added effect to my earlier hit. The brutal pain in my ass pucker diminished rapidly and I sighed in relief and relaxed quite a bit. Brett felt my muscles unclenching and took it as a sign to give me his full treatment. He drew his cock slowly back out of me and then slammed it back in hard, and then again, and again, picking up speed each time. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed, "OHHH FUUUUCK!" "Yeah, you sophomore stud," Brett leaned over and said in my ear as he plowed his ass wrecker into me, "That's just what it is. I'm fuckin you! Take my dick Woodley. I'm gonna pound your virgin hole til you blow your wad up the Sarge's hot hard ass!" His words brought me back to the reality of what was going on and I opened my tightly shut eyes and took in the scene. I felt the warm solid envelopment of O'Malley's gripping ass on my now half hard cock as I held onto his studly masculine shoulders. I saw Mitch taking a hit off of the little bottle and could tell by the writhing action of the Sarge, Hodges, and Chalmers that they must have just partaken of some of it themselves. The pain that my deflowering had caused was mostly gone now and I felt the same tingling pleasure on my prostate bump that Mitch and Brett's fingers had put there earlier once again, but this time it was enhanced by the carnal feelings of being fucked by a pounding stud cock. My own dick shot back up to full hard in one breath and I gave in to Brett's fucking fully, trying to register everything I could about the whole experience. "Oh fuck yeah Stanton," I said and spread open for him, "Give it to me man! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" And Brett did just that. He stroked his fat fuck rod in and out of my no longer virgin hole with the same viciousness that he used on Chalmers. He grabbed me around my chest and pressed his sweaty chest tightly against my back and gave me the fucking that I had asked for. The pummeling he gave my ass drove my tool back and forth in O'Malley's squirming fuck chute, which in turn drilled the Sarge's monster meat into Hodges' upturned ass. I saw the blonde Corporals head rocking back and forth into his buddy Chalmers' ass in perfect sync with Brett's rapid fuck strokes. Added to that was the bouncing of Rob Chalmers' head as he sucked Mitch's stiff pole. All of a sudden the baseball stud's fucking came to a halt as he drove into my hole with the hardest plunge yet. "OHHHH FUCK!" Brett exclaimed and I felt his cock swell up deep in my ass, "HE'S MAKING ME CUUUUUMMM!" I looked back over my shoulder and saw Bacchus hind end. The big dog had his snout wedged up into Brett's ass. I felt the thick teenage dick in my guts pulse with the first shot of cum to ever go up my ass. It was all too much all at once for me to have any control. My own ass encased fuck rod blew without any warning, no tickle of approaching orgasm, no feeling of impending climax in my cockhead, I was just suddenly cast into the ecstatic oblivion of full blown orgasmic pleasure and my senses went numb as the avalanche of intense feeling engulfed me. "OHH FUUUCK!" I yelled without hearing myself. I felt O'Malley's asshole bear down on my erupting prick as it shot wad after wad into him. I felt the cum slimy smoothness of Brett's cock in my ass as he unloaded in me. I heard Mitch gasp out his own lust as he began to blow his jizz down Chalmers' throat. And lastly I heard the Sarge let out a loud groan as he delivered his ball juice into Hodges' stuffed asshole. We ended up a sweaty pile of orgasming males that moaned and groaned our orgiastic lust in the confines of the athletic office. As we came down from our combined sexual gratification, my rapidly diminishing cock slid out of the Sarge's cum drenched butthole at the same time that Brett backed up and let his dick casually slip from my equally jizz loaded ass. I let out a sigh of contentment and saw my cum about to drip down from O'Malley's spread open fuck hole. I went to my knees shoving the toolbox out the way with my legs and caught it with my tongue as it began to string down from his cream filled gaping pucker. I let it ooze down across my tongue and put my mouth snugly up to the oozing hole to suck my jizz wads out of the army hunk's seeping fuck slot. I ran my tongue into the Sarge's ass seeking out as much of my spew as I could get. His anal ring flexed and I was rewarded with a runny stream of my ball nectar mixed with army stud ass juice. My enjoyment of fresh fucked military asshole was interrupted by a rough sweep of delight across my own throbbing anal ring. "OH HELL YEAH!" I exclaimed as I felt another swipe of feel good go across my just devirgined hole. I fell to all fours and automatically put my ass up in the air. Bacchus was behind me lapping away at Brett's cum deposit. His rough but smooth tongue bordered on the edge of pleasure torture as he drug it repeatedly up my crack. I closed my eyes and spread my knees so the big dog could get more tongue on my hole. This went on for about a dozen swipes and then there was a couple of seconds of no contact before my waist was abruptly seized by two strong hairy paws and the hind end of the huge canine thrust up against my butt. "Oh no you don't!" Brett said from behind me, "I'm next in line for your knot Bacchus." "OWWW!" I yelled as I felt a gouging scratch on my hip and the weight of the Great Dane was removed. I turned my head to see the handsome football jock that had just given me my first fuck holding onto the giant dog by his collar and grinning at me. I went back on my heels to push myself to my feet and was hoisted up easily by my upper arm by O'Malley. Mitch stood by him and they all three, four if you counted Bacchus, were looking at me with smiles. "Well?" Sarge asked me. "It sure sounded like you liked it," Mitch added still breathing heavily. My mind ran in circles looking for the right words. After uttering a couple of `Uhs', I just grabbed Brett by his hips and gave him the best kiss I knew how to give. Bacchus' licking of my cum dripping sensitive soft dick made it shorter than I was counting on, but with a laugh I turned and repeated the kiss with O'Malley. His hard muscled hold on me made my cock bulk up some but not go fully hard. I released him and gave the same treatment to Mitch. I let him go and stepped back to look at them. "That was a pretty definite sign of approval to me," Brett said. "And about the best thank you for putting out I've ever gotten," the Sarge added. "You think you're up for another go-round?" Mitch asked me. "Give me a few to catch my breath and you can pound me to China Mitch," I replied laughing, "It was horrible for the first minute or so and then it turned into the most intense sex I've ever had." "Let's put `em away for now and finish our program," O'Malley told us, tucking his sex wet package back in his jock pouch. The three of us followed suit and gathered around the desk where Chalmers and Hodges lay squirming. The blonde Corporal was still face down bent over the desktop with cum seeping from his ass crack. I knew from experience with his huge cock that the Sarge had dumped a big wad up his ass. The dark haired sweat drenched Chalmers had turned over on his back and had his legs draped over his fellow Corporal's shoulders with his boner tented jock pouch lodged up against Mike Hodges' face. The Sergeant directed them both to stand up. "Okay Cadets," O'Malley said when the two hunky Corporals were at attention in front of us, "Do you think these two have made proper recompense for their indiscretions?" "Sir, yes Sir," we all three answered in unison as planned. "So we can go back to our regular duty schedule?" the redhead hunk asked. "Sir?" Brett queried right on queue. "What is it Cadet?" O'Malley responded. "I think the Corporals went above and beyond the call of duty Sir," the tight end jock answered. "So you think we should reward them or something?" the Sarge asked us as planned. "Sir, yes Sir," the three of us affirmed. "Fine then Cadets," the big tall Sergeant said, "Take Bacchus and go take a seat on the mat." Brett collared the Great Dane and we all went over to the gym mat in front of the lockers and sat down. When we were situated, O'Malley continued on the final step of our plan. This was going to be interesting. None of us knew exactly what course the next phase would take. That would be up to the two Corporals, but all three of us had readily agreed to the Sarge's idea. I had a shiver of nervous excitement go down my spine that made my cock surge to half hard. "Well, it seems like you two trench monkeys made a good impression," O'Malley said to the army Corporals, "So I guess you're due some kind of reward." The Sergeant paused and looked at Chalmers and Hodges with a lascivious grin. The two studly Army men just looked back at him without any expression other than lust. I had seen that look before when Ben's Quarter Horse stallion had been kept in the corral away from the mare he was hired to stud as she went deep into estrus. They also had raging jumping erections just like the stallion except for the confining jockstraps. I would have bet that if we had of kept on with our orgasm denial to the two of them that it wouldn't have been much longer before they both turned into sex-crazed rapists. "So here's the deal men," O'Malley went on, "You both get to pick two of us to do whatever you want to satisfy you. Why don't you take a couple of minutes together to decide which two of us, meaning me and the cadets, each one of you wants and what you want us to do or do to us. Mouths, asses, cocks, and bodies are all up for grabs however you want. That is if Justin will put his butt on the available list now." I nodded my willingness to them and the Sergeant turned away from the now wickedly grinning Corporals to join us sitting on the mat. Rob and Mike went to the far end of the room past the coffee station and put their heads next to each other and began whispering. They would occasionally look over at us with their lust filled grins and then go back to whispering. "How kinky mean will they be?" Mitch asked Sarge in a voice too low for the Corporals to hear. "They won't do anything that will injure us Mitch," O'Malley answered not caring if Chalmers and Hodges heard him, "About the only thing I'm fairly sure about is that I'm gonna get my ass plowed by one of them. They don't get the opportunity to fuck me very often and I'd be surprised if they passed it up. Other than that, who knows? Rob Chalmers is the most overtly sex driven person I've ever known and he can do it all. I used to think he was bi, but after knowing him a while, I came to the conclusion he was an honest to god true blue hedonist. If it feels good and doesn't cause any damage, he'll do it, but even better than that, he gets off on making other people... no make that sexually compatible creatures feel good too. Whatever they come back over here with, you can bet your tight hot ass that most of it came from him." Just as Sergeant O'Malley finished his statement, Rob and Mike high fived each other and walked over to stand in front of us. They had both pulled their jock pouches to the side and we were confronted by two rigid steel hard cocks leaking so much precum that both dicks were glisteningly wet to the point that it looked like they had been dipped in lacquer. Corporal Chalmers had a wicked lustful look on his face, while Hodges appeared to be more like a kid in a candy store. "Permission to speak freely Sir?" Chalmers asked the Sergeant in a deep thick lust driven voice. "Rank isn't an issue Rob," O'Malley stated, "You two are in charge until you've gotten off. So tell us what you want, don't ask. The four of us put a lot of effort into working you two up and we're expecting a couple of aggressive dominant studs." "That's what you're gonna get O'Malley," the horny dark haired Corporal said, "But one nut isn't going to cut it for either of us. We both need to blow at least two loads. In return for the extra orgasm, we've decided to work some of what we know you guys want into our plans." "Works for me. How bout you guys?" the Sarge asked us. The three of us consented eagerly. "Okay then, everybody feel free to shut the fuck up and do what we tell you to," Chalmers said with a mischievous laugh, "First off Stanton and O'Malley, get up off your asses and roll one of those extra mats up and put it up against the locker on top of the one you're on for a back rest. Coffield, you can get the poppers and lube and bring them over to the mat. Woodley, go get four of those sweat bands I saw in the laundry room. Get to it!" I headed to the laundry room to get the bands just as quickly as the other three got up to do their assignments. On my way past Hodges, he grabbed me by the waist and shoved the first two fingers of his other hand up my ass. I groaned in surprise at the invasion, but stood still and took his advances. "Just seeing how well you're jizzed up Woodley," the blonde stud said to me and then whispered in my ear, "Did you pick a safe word? We know this all new to you Justin. Rob and I neither one wants to freak you out. Go with it and you'll have the time of your life, but just in case, we want you to have a safe word so you'll feel more at ease." "We picked X-ray Mike," I told him with a smile, "But I don't want any special treatment. We used you like a two dollar whore man. Feel free to return the favor." "Okay you're just teen slut meat for the duration," he said with a manly laugh, "Now go get those headbands." The hunky army Corporal sent me on my way with a resounding slap on my ass that stung and excited me at the same time. I darted to the laundry room door and saw the bands in a stack on the bottom shelf of the wire rack next to the two industrial dryers. As I was getting four of them, I saw that there were several vinyl exercise cushions on the very back of the shelf. I grabbed a wedge, a cylinder, and a rectangular block and hurried back to the others. Because Hodges had interrupted me with his ass fingering and reassuring talk, I was the last one to finish. Chalmers took the headbands and cushions from me and had me line up with the other three. The two army studs went around behind us and Hodges put his hands on mine and Mitch's shoulders with his head between us. Chalmers did the same thing with Brett and the Sarge. "You two are mine," Mike said to us, "So here's what you're gonna do; Woodley, you're gonna get down on all fours and spread your knees wide. Coffield you're gonna get behind him and slip your big dick up his cum slick hole. Don't fuck him, just put your cock up his ass as deep as you can and hold it there. Well, what are you waiting for? Get to it!" I dropped to my knees where I stood and turned to my left to present my ass to Mitch. My cock was throbbing with anticipation. If I had had to pick what I wanted to do next, having Mitch's dick up in me would have been at the top of the list. I knew it was exactly what he wanted too. He had already said he wanted to fuck me after my ass had been cum filled by Brett. I felt a little bit guilty for how we had treated Hodges. We had used him like a sex toy and here he was giving us what we wanted. If I could, I was for sure going to do my best to make sure he had the best time I could give him. "Are you ready Justin?" Mitch asked me as he came to his knees behind me. "He's more than ready Coffield," Mike said kneeling down beside us, "Just get your dick up his ass and the only things I want to hear from you are answers to anything I ask and your sexy moans and groans as we go on. You got it?" "Yes sir!" Mitch answered enthusiastically and put his cockhead up to my cum slimy hole and pushed it up my ass. "Oh fuck!" I said as his hard rod moved across my prostate. I was coming to have a huge appreciation for the sex gland in my ass that I hadn't even known I had until a couple of days ago. My head was filling up with questions I planned on asking my new friends if we ever took any time off from having sex. Not that I wanted to, but I knew we couldn't go on fucking and sucking forever, unfortunately. As soon as Mitch was balls deep in my chute, Hodges slid one of the headbands on me and secured it over my eyes. It made a pretty effective blindfold. A sudden moan coming from Brett in the other trio made me wish Mike had waited a few seconds to put it on me. I didn't get but that one thought in my head before I was distracted by Mitch grinding his cock in my ass and letting out a loud moan of his own. "Yeah Coffield," Hodges said from behind me past Mitch, "Now you get to be my bitch. This is how I fuck!" My friends prick throbbed in my ass as we both were rattled, shaken, and shoved by the Corporal fucking Mitch like an oncoming freight train. I was forced lower to the mat as Mitch's knees spread further apart forcing mine apart too. I was getting a rapid fire pounding in the ass, so I knew Mitch must be getting the same if not more. "OOOHHH! FUCKKKK!" Mitch let out his fuck driven moans from behind me, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" "Yeah that's it boy, beg for it," Hodges said without letting up his pace, "I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you and when you cum, I'm gonna fill your ass with my spooge. You're my cum dump now Coffield. Take that cock!" I let out a moan of my own as Mitch's cock swelled up even harder from his army fucker's trash talking. I rocked my ass back into his crotch and reached down with my right hand to stroke my own rod. The piece of meat jammed up my ass had me squirming for relief. "Keep your fuckin' hands off your cock Woodley!" Hodges yelled at me slapping my hand away, "I've got other plans for your load." A wave of frustration washed over me, but I did as I was told and just spread for Mitch's cock and squeezed my asshole tight give him a better ride. The pounding of his ass was still going full tempo with Hodges pumping into him at a steady two thrusts per second. I arched my back to be able to bear down on Mitch's dick better and get his jolting shaft solidly against my tingling prostate. It ended up being a more successful move than I would have thought. "OHHH FUCK JUSTIN!" Mitch wailed, "YOU'RE MAKIN' ME CUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!!" "SHOOT IT UP HIS ASS COFFIELD!" Hodges ordered, "LOAD HIM UP!" "AHHHHHHHHH!" Mitch cried out grabbing the waistband of my jock and yanking me roughly back into his spasming crotch. I felt the head of the hard tool in my asshole expand as my chute was flooded with cock slime. Mitch came hard and fast. Hodges kept pounding away at his ass as he ejaculated his wad into me. I felt him and his rod jerk several times as his cock erupted warm thick cum in my guts. He collapsed forward onto my back forcing me down flat on the mat. The next thing I knew was that the secondary pounding I was getting from Hodges increased its intensity. "Good Boy!" the Corporal said, "Now here's a load for your ass!" I felt a pair of large hands grip my hips above Mitch's hands clutching at my jock and I was slammed into the mat repeatedly with the sweaty weight of both guys on me. I was covered and pinned to the mat with a fuck starved Corporal dick battering the orgasm shaking friend whose spent cock still remained hard and twitching in my ass. The pummeling assault only went on for about a minute before Hodges slammed hard into Mitch's ass and held his ground. "FUCKIN' TAKE IT BITCH!" the Corporal exclaimed, "TAKE MY FUCKIN' LOAD! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I could feel Mitch's thighs jerk with every cum shot Hodges planted in his ass. The eroticism of it was almost too much for me and I had to fight not to grind my cock into the mat and join the army hunk in getting off. I resisted the urge, knowing that the blonde Corporal wanted my load for something else. There were a series of random thrusts in my ass from Mitch as Hodges fucked into him planting his seed deep in the sexy seniors fuck hole and then the Corporal's weight was removed as I felt him get up off us. A hand slid across my back, between Mitch and I, and the cum drained baseball jock was flipped off of me to my left. A pair of hands took my hips and flipped me over too. Knees came down to rest lightly on my shoulders and a wet half hard cock slopped down on my mouth. "Clean it up Justin," Mike Hodges said casually, "Go ahead and milk the last drops outta my cock. I know you want it, so suck my dick. Get it hard again." I opened my mouth and let the heavy piece of meat drop into it. I sealed my lips around the shaft, pressed the rod against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and sucked the cum coated tool down my throat. I used my tongue to stroke the tube in Hodges' cock coaxing out the last dribbles of cum in it to ooze out into the back of my mouth. I then raised my head up and began sucking his fat dick in earnest. It slowly expanded and inched its way down my throat until it was back to fully hard. The Corporal took my head in his hands and skull fucked me for a minute or so and then pulled his freshly recovered prick from my mouth. "That was fuckin' fantastic," Hodges whispered in my ear leaning over me, "You're the first cock sucker I've known that can go me one better Justin. Thanks." My mouth was covered by the Corporal's. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with a masculine roughness that had me pressing into him for more. As he played dueling tongues with me, he slid me a few inches up his body and his hard cock went between my legs. He spread my legs open by wedging his hard muscled thighs between mine. His right arm let go of me and his left clutched me harder. He reached down between us and I felt his cockhead being pressed up to my jizz dripping hole. The hunky Corporal slowly and methodically pressed my body down and his hard thick prong worked its way up my ass. I broke away from our kiss and let out a sigh of lust as I realized I was going to get my own army stud fucking. Hodges rose up and went to his knees manhandling me up with him. I was fully impaled on military cock and felt it reposition itself in my rectum as we changed angles. He next lowered me back to the mat and when my shoulders were firmly on the surface, he took me by the hips and planted me securely on his rock hard pecker. "Crawl over here Coffield," he directed Mitch, "Stand up. Now step over us facing me." I reached out and laid a hand on Mitch's calf as he straddled us. I assumed from the directions that he was getting from Hodges that he too was blindfolded like me. Not being able to see while I was having sex was a whole new perspective for me. It was strangely erotic. There was the part where I felt like I had lost some control over what I could do, coupled with not being able to see what was coming next. It left me with a feeling of apprehensive anticipation that enhanced the whole experience. I put my other hand on Mitch's other leg and lightly caressed the downy teen adolescent hairs on both of them while I rocked my ass on Hodges rampant cock. I wondered what the Corporal had in store for us next and hoped it kept on being as good as what he had put me through already. I floated in the land of Doctor Feel-good and waited for it to progress. "Ok Coffield," the Corporal continued his commands, "I want you to squat down. I've got you, so you just need to reach between your legs and find Justin's cock. Put it up to your cum lubed asshole and sit on it." Oh fuck! I was going to get to screw Mitch while Hodges fuck pounded me. My dick jerked at the prospect. As the baseball jock lowered his ass to my crotch, I slid my hands up his descending thighs to his hips where I took a firmer hold and helped him to position himself over my upward pointing cock. His hand took hold of my shaft and positioned it at his hole. I felt droplets of cum drip into my pubes from his ass as he spread it to take my prong. All of a sudden my fuck pole was enveloped in the warmth of my friend's ass as he sat down solidly on my dick. "Oh yeah," I sighed. "You like that?" Hodges asked, "What do you like better, my hard prick up your cum sloppy asshole, or Coffield's jizzed up fuck hole on yours?" "Both of them," I answered, "It feels so good." "Good," he replied with a laugh, "But now you get to be my fuck hole. I'm gonna fuck you until you cum up Mitch's ass just like I did him with you. And then I'm gonna plant my load in you." And with that, Hodges took hold of my hips and used his army toned strength to haul my ass up as he got back on his knees and started in plowing my ass. It wasn't the hard rough pounding he had given Mitch. He undulated his hips and thrust his fat cock in and out of my ass from every angle he could get to. His hard dick rubbed across the gland in my ass from a new direction with every stroke. He rose up and down on his knees, back and forth with his hips and gave me the kind of fucking that can only come from a man with lots of experience using his cock. I hated to admit it, but Mike Hodges really did have the knowhow to show us how to fuck. He gave it to me in spades and all I could do was gasp and moan as his cock plunged in and out of my cum oozing hole with wet sloppy fuck noises. "Now ride his cock Coffield," the Corporal ordered, "Make him cum just like he did to you. Milk that dick with your ass while I fuck it out of him!" Mitch began to slide his ass up and down my rigid shaft while Hodges kept long dicking my ass. I let go of his hips and lay back with my arms at my sides and writhed in fuck ecstasy. The wet slurping sounds of jizz soaked assholes taking hard fucking cocks made a lascivious background to mine and Mitch's sexually depraved groans. My balls drew up with the tingling sensation of impending orgasm behind them. Mitch's ass engulfed my cock just as Hodges bottomed out in my chute and that was all it took. My dick expanded and belched out a massive wad of cum up the asshole that encased it like a glove. "UH! UH! UH! AAAAAAHHHHHH!" I yelled as I shot off in Mitch's warm guts. "JERK YOUR COCK!" Hodges ordered him, "BLOW YOUR LOAD ON MY CHEST WHILE I FUCK MINE UP WOODLEY'S BUTT!" With that, the Corporal tightened his grip on my hips and slammed into me with the same wild abandon fucking he had given Mitch. He pounded me as I finished cum loading my buddy's hole. My body went limp from fuck overload, and both of them let out yells of lust driven fulfillment and came. "OOOOHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK!" Mitch cried and drove his ass down hard on my cock. "TAKE IT JUSTIN!" Hodges yelled, "TAKE IT ALL! I'M CUMMING UP YOUR ASS!" For the third time that day, my ass was awash with creamy gooey man juice. It gushed into my already cum coated chute and ran out the edges of my anal ring as Hodges drove his ejaculating cock into me repeatedly. The army stud fucked me and bred my ass while Mitch remained planted on my dick, jerking with his own orgasm as he shot off onto the man fucking me. We collapsed into a pile of gasping, twitching, fuck satiated males. The smell of cum drifted in the air around us heavily while we regained our composure. As my breathing slowed, Mike pulled away and his cock squelched out of my ass. He gathered Mitch and I in his arms and drew us both against his sweat slick muscular chest, pulling Mitch's ass off my dick in the process. He kissed and nuzzled both of us and turned us ninety degrees so he could lay back with the rolled up mat behind our heads and held us both securely to him, one in each arm. I relaxed and put my head on his muscle hard chest. He wormed his hand up and tugged the band that had me blindfolded off of my head. I blinked my eyes from the sudden brightness and saw Mitch doing the same thing facing me with his head on Hodges' other pec. We both rested on him for a few moments while he looked back and forth between the two of us with a pleasurable grin. I felt something wet on my cheek and lifted my head to see a dribble of cum slowly sliding down his sculpted torso. What else could I do except stick my tongue out and lick it up? In a flash, Mitch joined me and we sucked up the teen jock's load from the army studs chest. Our mouths met at the cleft between his pecs and I turned my eyes down to Hodges wet retreating cock. Mitch caught my drift and we both worked our way down his body to his fuck tool and mouth cleaned every speck of sex fluid from his crotch, cock, and balls. When we were through, his package was still wet, but now it was our spit. We had consumed everything else. 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