Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1999 23:42:43 EDT
From: Den3407@aol.com
Subject: Cadet Sex: Ch. 2, Sucker for Speedos

This is the continuing story of college student Cadet Mike Johnson, a
horny Texas Aggie, a member of Texas A&M University's Corps of Cadets.
If you like it, I'll post additional chapters. All of my stories are
based on real-life incidents and people, but names have been changed to
protect the guilty! Usual disclaimers:  no minors allowed, always be
careful and practice safe sex with others.  Here's wishing you a HARD
time reading this!!!

Comments/critique welcome at:  Den3407@aol.com.  I promise I'll reply
to you.  Thanks!  Thumper/Houston, Texas


Cadet Sex, Chapter 2:
Sucker for Speedos

By Thumper

Mike awoke with a start.  He realized he couldn't move his right
arm.  Something was pressing down on it, something large and warm.  He
opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Ron's beefy, solid
back, skin as smooth and tan as could be. Mike's arm was lodged beneath
Ron's right side and Mike was snuggled up against Ron's backside.  He
smiled, once again recalling where he was and what he and Ron had done
with each other the night before.

It had been quite a night, with both horny college boys cracking
their rocks off with mind-boggling orgasms.  They'd both been so
overcome by their highly charged mutual masturbation session that both
young men had passed out on the bed, almost falling face first into the
cum-soaked bath towels that had been spread out on the bed to protect
the bedcovers.  Now, eight hours later as dawn was breaking on a quiet
Saturday morning at the Johnson home, they were pressed together in a
sleepy embrace.

Waves of pleasure radiated through Mike as he relived some of the
night's sexual rituals.  He couldn't believe his luck these days.
College, so far, had been a lot of hard work and regimented training
for him as a cadet in the Corps at A&M, but it also had produced an
awful lot of almost non-stop sexual encounters.  Still sated and
sleepy, his mind drifted lazily back to a ball-busting, super
satisfying liaison he'd had with two of A&M's finest swimming stars.

Mike had never been a terrific swimmer himself, but he enjoyed
swimming laps for exercise now and then.  And he had always admired
(and at times had "enjoyed") the slick, hard-bodied physiques of his
Texas high school swim team friends.  Now, he practically worshipped
the ground beneath the feet of his college buddies who swam for the
Texas A&M University swim team.  Initially, he admired these aquatic
beauties only from afar while attending swim meets or watching the team
during their early morning and late afternoon workouts at the
university's Olympic size pool.

But then fate intervened and Mike's devotion to these collegiate
swimmers became more than a daily fantasy.  The editor of The
Battalion, the student newspaper at A&M, assigned Mike to cover the
college's "minor" sports for men, which included the men's swim team.
He knew his editor didn't care much for members of the Corps of Cadets
and that's why Mike, who was a member of Company C-2, had been assigned
that less than popular news beat.   But to Mike, it was like throwing
the wolf into the hen house: he was actually assigned to meet and talk
with hot jocks like swimmers and track stars, guys who had terrific
bodies and wore little or no clothing, in or out of the competitive
arena!

Swimmers were definitely his favorite athletes.  Always had been.
But they really became his obsession when he attended his first
competitive swim meet in person in junior high school.  Just the sight
of all those skin-tight, cock-hugging Speedo swimsuits on those still-
blossoming young teen bodies gave him an instant hardon.  Granted, the
guys in seventh through ninth grade were in their early teens and
lacked the degree of hard-bodied, muscular development Mike would later
run into at high school and college.  But even at Long Junior High, the
school had its share of some really hot, young teenagers who may have
been young in years but certainly showed a lot of "growth" in the cock-
and-balls department.

Mike had even gone to the trouble of convincing his Mom and Dad
that he needed a Speedo for gym class even though the boys' PE classes
swam completely nude in the school's indoor pool.  He'd wear his Speedo
around the house when no one was home, loving the way the smooth,
stretchy material clung to his frame and cupped tightly around his own
well-developed prick.  Just slipping the suit on would get his hormones
popping until his dick erected hard as a rock, stiffly poking out the
silky Speedo in front and leaking clear precum juice from his piss
slit.  Sometimes he'd give in to temptation and start rubbing and
stroking his constantly throbbing teencock through the sheer Speedo
fabric, mashing and twisting his boner and sucking in quick breaths
with each thrilling sensation that raged through his hot, teenboy
loins.  He would never last very long.

Soon, he'd be rubbing his cock harder and faster until it would
suddenly erupt in a violent explosion of hot, starchy-smelling cock
cream that seemed to spurt and spurt for hours inside his tight Speedo
suit.  He'd roll around on his bed, rocking back and forth, squeezing
the sperm-soaked crotch of his Speedo, convulsing with the orgasmic
thrills of a massive teenage climax.  What thrilled Mike even more was
that within less than an hour he'd be hot and horny all over again,
ready to rub up another hot wad of teenage spermsauce, sometimes bigger
than the load he'd just drained from his overactive boy nuts.  But
that's how it was when you were only 13 years old!

He smiled to himself as he thought back on those days and then
realized how far he'd come and where he was now.  Out of the frying pan
and into the fire!  His newspaper editor had no idea Mike was gay, he
was sure of that.  But the editor, thinking he was somehow punishing
Mike by assigning him to aquatic sports and track, couldn't have given
Mike a better opportunity for cruising and meeting what Mike considered
to be the hottest men in the entire world.

It all started innocently enough after he introduced himself to
the team's coach and training staff and conducted the usual press
interviews with them.  His first articles covered the team's chances
for a championship, what type of workouts they had to endure, their
study habits, what type of diets the guys had to follow and so on.

Subsequent articles he wrote were more in-depth features on
individual members of the swim team.  In these, he varied his questions
to generate differing articles on each of these top-notch water jocks
in order to keep The Battalion's readers (and his editor) happy.  He
managed to get some great articles by keeping the guys off balance by
asking leading questions about their dating habits and other personal
bits of information that might titillate the Batt's readers.

Most of the guys bantered verbally with him, enjoying their
moment in this somewhat abbreviated media spotlight.  Sure, it was just
a college newspaper, but at least it was a chance to brag a little
about the extremely hard work they did to stay in such great physical
condition.   To most of their fellow students at A&M and even their
friends back home, swimming was a small blip on the team sports radar.

Other swim jocks blushed with embarrassment at Mike's good-
natured but personal probings.  Some even got angry and cut off the
interviews.  And then there were the two "Incredible Hunks," as Mike
privately nicknamed them:  Doug Johnson and Jason Monroe.  Doug and
Jason had grown up together in Houston where they attended the same
junior and senior high schools and had gone to Texas A&M together on
swimming scholarships.  They were inseparable, in or out of the pool,
closer to each other than most brothers.   But they were as different
in appearance as night and day.

Doug was blonde, blue-eyed, five feet ten inches tall and weighed
about 160.  Jason had jet-black hair, deep gray-green eyes and stood
six feet three and weighed in around 180.  Doug swam the 1,600 IM and
doubled on distance relay teams while Jason was a sprinter, a state
high school record holder in both the 100 freestyle and butterfly.

Both had the typical swimmer's build: large, well-formed chests
crowned with rose-colored nipples that hardened into twin peaks
whenever they dove into the water.  The wide chests and massive
shoulders narrowed down into classic V-shapes to incredibly small
waistlines.   Like most swimmers, they both boasted classic sets of
ripped abs that rippled and creased with their every movement.  Their
lean, hard thighs topped off their tight, sinewy calves.   Even their
feet, well exercised by the team's weight training regimen, showed
tight, hard lines of muscles that rippled as they walked.

True, most of their fellow team members looked much the same as
they did.  Few dedicated swimmers had an ounce of fat showing anywhere.
Swimming as many miles as they did each week usually burned off any
excess calories that other college boys were prone to consume.  But to
Mike, Doug and Jason displayed that "something extra" that set them
apart from the other swimmers.

All swimmers displayed a certain awareness of their bodies, as if
they knew they possessed finely tuned physical machines that many other
guys, even other scholarship athletes, envied.   Mike figured they had
to secretly be proud of that fact, even if they never acted in public
like it was any big deal.  After all, swimming statistics and meet
results seldom made the six o'clock news or even a corner of any big
city newspaper's sports section.  But that's what caught his attention
with Doug and Jason.  Those two had a certain "something" he couldn't
quite put his finger on-even though he would have loved running his
fingers all over their tanned, sleek torsos that bulged with muscles
and power even in a relaxed state.

They definitely weren't secretive or shy about showing off their
bodies in a non-arrogant, non-flaunting way.  They just went out of
their way to parade around the indoor and outdoor pool areas wearing
nothing more than their tight, ultra low-cut maroon and white Speedo
swimsuits.  And when they retreated into the locker room to strip down
and shower, they engaged in all sorts of riotous, boisterous activities
with the other swimmers and jocks-completely in the nude!

At first, Mike was stunned at this blatant display of hot jock
nudity.  He'd seen other guys horsing around in locker rooms since he
was in junior high.  But they'd usually done it wearing gym shorts,
jeans or underwear.  Or at least a jockstrap.  But these two guys-they
constantly stripped down to nothing and paraded around with their heavy
cocks and balls swinging in the breeze as if it were the most natural
thing in the world to do.

Quite often, they engaged their swimming buddies in towel-popping
contests, twisting their towels into wet terrycloth whips that they
snapped and cracked against the exposed skin of their teammates.
Sometimes they ignored their swimming buddies or anyone else who was
hanging around and attacked each other-no holds barred!

These latter encounters were especially exciting to Mike because
inevitably the one-on-one towel games evolved into fierce nude
wrestling matches as the two swim studs would lock arms in a Herculean
struggle for locker room supremacy.   Olympic wrestlers had nothing on
these two as they slammed each other into the lockers, sprawled across
the carpeted floor; grappling and grabbling whatever body parts were
within reach.  Inevitably, one or both of them would develop a half-
hardon from all this masculine mayhem, which would usually signal the
end of the wrestling match.

Then, red-faced and winded, yet also quite exhilarated from their
struggle, the two would scramble into the large, open shower area.
There, they would engage in more good-natured fighting by pressing
their hands over the showerheads to spray each other with hard jets of
water.   Finally, they'd emerge from the showers, slick and clean, dry
off quickly, throw on shorts, t-shirts and tennis shoes and head off to
class or the dining hall, depending on the time of day.   Often, they'd
leave the locker room with one of them hanging an arm around the
shoulder of his buddy, talking animatedly and laughing aloud as if
they'd just shared the world's funniest joke.

Mike had been trying to interview Doug and Jason for weeks, but
somehow the two always managed to get away from him by shouting some
lame excuse about being late for class as they raced out of the locker
room.   But Mike's persistence finally paid off halfway through the
fall semester.  He cornered the two as they were clowning around one
afternoon and told them this time he wouldn't take "No" for an answer.

As usual, both boys were completely nude as they stood in the
sink area of the locker room.  Doug was popping Jason with his wet
Speedo while Jason was trying to put on his contact lenses.  Jason
moaned in mock agony with each pop of the suit on his bare butt.  Mike
could hardly concentrate on what he was saying, so entranced by the
beautiful male flesh totally exposed in front of him and the light
"whipping" routine they were engaged in.  This didn't go unnoticed by
Doug as he danced around Jason, still twirling his Speedo.  Doug caught
Jason's eye in the mirror and gave him a quizzical look, then darted
his eyes back and forth from between Mike and Jason.  Jason then looked
at Mike, grinned and nodded back at Doug.  Mike, mesmerized by the
glorious male nudity on parade in front of him, was oblivious to all of
this as he continued trying to concentrate on his plea for an
interview.

"Look guys, I know you don't want to do this, but it's my job,"
said Mike.  "You're the only two frontline swimmers that I haven't
featured yet.  I've got a deadline to meet and I just have to get a
story out of you. I swear, I'll follow you all day if I have to, but
one way or another I'm gonna get this interview!"  Flushed and a little
surprised at his own aggressiveness, he paused for a response.

Doug stopped his Speedo slinging and spoke to Jason, displaying
his ever-present grin:  "Well, buddy, what do you say?  Do we make this
guy happy, save his ass from being chewed on by his big bad boss and
become big sports celebrities, or do we walk?"

Jason finished putting on his contact lenses and turned to face
Mike.  It took all of Mike's self-control to keep eye contact with
Jason instead of his magnificent crotch as the tall swimmer answered
him:  "Yeah, we'll do your lousy interview.  Geez, the things we
superstars gotta do to stay in the good graces of the almighty press!
You want us, you got us-totally exposed, just for you!"   He and Doug
convulsed in laughter at this last sentence.  Mike joined in, relieved
to have his story but feeling something else had just happened but he
wasn't sure just what.  He had all kinds of fantasies in mind about
what he'd like to do with these two, but didn't think they'd consider
looking twice at him when they had all these swim jocks to cruise
whenever they wanted.

"But on one condition," warned Jason.  "You have to come to our
dorm room for the interview.  We're not doing it here.  Too much noise.
How about tonight at 9? Ok with you?"

"Sure, that's great," said Mike.  "I'll be ready.  I'll be
there."

"Yeah, you'd better be ready," said Doug, snickering.  "And be on
time, too.  We won't wait all night."  The boys laughed again,
exchanging knowing looks yet one more time.  Mike's heartbeat raced in
anticipation.  Maybe he wasn't so far off base about these guys after
all.  Maybe.  But no...couldn't be.  Could they.   He shook his head to
clear his lurid thoughts and left for class.

That night, promptly at nine, Mike was knocking on the door to
Jason and Doug's dorm room.

"Come on in," Jason hollered from inside.  "It's open."  As he
entered, Mike noted the room was lit only by a small lamp on a desk in
the far corner of the room.  Soft jazz music echoed from a small stereo
mounted on a high bookshelf.  Voices echoing from the bathroom told
Mike both of the boys were in there together.  Mike could hear the
water running in the shower.  He shut the door and moved slowly toward
the lamp and the desk.

"Hey, dork, did you lock the door?"  Doug yelled, his head
sticking out from the bathroom.   Startled, Mike quickly turned,
secured the door and turned back to face Doug.  His head was gone and
Mike heard laughter erupt from the bathroom following an inaudible
comment one of them made.

Doug stepped out of the bathroom, water dripping from his body to
the floor.  "Why don't you come in here so we won't have to scream at
each other.  We're gonna be in here for a while."

Mike hesitated a moment, then headed toward the small bathroom,
unsure how he would be able to interview them and take notes in that
tiny room.  Plus, he could see now that Doug was completely naked
except for a tight, white Speedo and Mike wasn't sure he could
concentrate on his interview with Doug's thick prick and balls proudly
and prominently bulging against the silky nylon.   And besides, what
the heck were they doing in the bathroom, together, dressed in Speedo
swimsuits, anyway?

"Don't worry about getting wet or anything.  We're just shaving
down for the big meet tomorrow night," said Doug.  "If you want to talk
to us, it's now or never."

Mike froze in his tracks as he entered the small bathroom.  There
in front of him stood Jason, completely nude, his legs, crotch, back
and arms covered with layers of shaving cream.  Doug stood beside him,
holding in his right hand a safety razor that he began stroking
steadily across Jason's cream-covered back.  Mike noticed something
else right away-both boys had half-hardons.  Jason's beautifully shaped
cock hung at a slight angle away from his body, not quite erect yet not
soft and relaxed, either.  Doug's prick, confined to the tight nylon
Speedo, stretched the soft material to the breaking point.  The suit
was so worn and sheer that Mike could practically see through it.  His
mouth watered and his hands grew clammy with nervous sweat.  What a
sight!

Mike's own prick surged with lust and began to harden and push
against his khaki uniform pants.  As a member of the Texas A&M Corps of
Cadets, Mike had to be in uniform virtually everywhere he went on
campus.  Tonight's visit to the jock dorm was no exception.  And at the
rate his cock was expanding, it wouldn't be long now before he would
have a full, raging eight-inch throbber to deal with.  Jason and Doug
would be sure to see it poking against his neatly pressed pants.  But
he couldn't help it.  The sexy scene in front of him was too much for
his young, collegiate libido to ignore.

Doug continued his relentless shaving of Jason's back, sweeping
across the broad, hard-muscled shoulders with overly dramatic strokes
while drawing closer and closer to his buddy's slick and shiny water-
splashed bubblebutt.  As Doug stroked closer and closer to the hardened
twin globes, Mike was sure that Jason's cock lengthened another inch or
two and angled even further away from his low-hanging ballsack.  He
thought he could see the blood pumping and filling the enlarged veins
running along the beautiful, full shaft.  Or was he imagining things?

"Oh God," thought Mike, almost panicking.  "Jason probably saw me
checking out his cock.  Shit!  And he's bound to have noticed my
hardon, too.  Now what?  He'll kill me!"

But Jason just smiled knowingly, and squirted more of the shaving
cream along his arms and across his broad chest as he stared directly
into Mike's blue eyes.  "Looks like we're giving you a hard time,"
Jason snickered, grinning wolfishly from ear to ear.  Doug cackled with
laughter.  Mike hesitated, then slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded in
agreement.  He slowly brushed a hand across the crotch of his pants,
just grazing his pulsing rod.  His mind was racing now.   Were they
setting him up for a cruel joke, hoping to trick him into revealing his
pent-up lust for them so they could beat the shit out of him?  Or was
this going to be the fantasy-come-true he'd been dreaming of since
tenth grade?  As if in answer to his unspoken questions, Jason spoke
softly:

"You know, you don't have to pretend around us in here.  We know
what you really want.  And we're willing to give it to you."  He paused
as if to allow time for his statement to sink in fully.  "That is, if
you're willing to share in return-and keep your mouth shut about it."

Mike's head was spinning.  Had he heard right?  Was he dreaming?
He couldn't believe what he had just heard.  He started to tremble with
both fear and excitement.  His emotions were torn between what he
wanted to believe and what he was afraid to believe.

"Yeah," said Doug.  "We know you've been scoping us out for the
longest time.  Every time we turned around in the locker room, there
you were, staring at us.  Or the other guys on the team.  Whatever."
He paused.   Mike didn't speak. "You're just as queer as we are, aren't
you?" asked Doug.

Mike was stunned by their frankness, yet it excited him beyond
belief.  He couldn't believe what was happening.  Here he was, standing
next to two hot jock stud swimmers who had just confessed to him they
were gay, and now were telling him they wanted to fool around--with
him!  Him!  Mr. Nobody Special.  Why?  What was going on?  All he could
say was "Wow!"  The two swim studs, obviously relieved at his favorable
reaction to their sexual overtures, beamed their famous, friendly
smiles at him. His cock immediately surged again, threatening to tear a
hole in his pants in its quest to free itself from its khaki cover.
This was unbelievable!  He was about to fulfill a fantasy he'd only
dreamed about.

Mike knew he had a pretty decent body, having worked all summer
on a construction crew and then having joined the Corps with all its
rigorous physical training.  But these two Adonis-like studs-they were
two of the hottest studs on campus!  They had the most beautiful bodies
in the world-bodies any guy would kill for!  And yet-and yet, here they
were asking him to join them in a hot three-way!  Mike had experienced
a three-way once before as a high school junior with two guys from his
high school's baseball team.  But that was then with two lesser-
developed studs, and this-this was now!  It couldn't be real.  But what
happened next was all too real.

"Why don't you get out of that monkey suit before it gets all wet
and some upperclassmen kicks your ass," said Jason.  "Then get in here
while I finish shaving Doug.  Then we'll shave you, if you want!"

Doug whooped with laughter while Mike, too excited to comprehend
what Jason had just suggested, hurried into the main dorm room area and
began to strip off his clothes as fast as he could.   He threw his
carefully spit-shined shoes and socks across the room and ripped off
his shirt and pants.  Then, remembering that he'd have to look good
walking back to his dorm, he slowed down to get control of himself.

He carefully hung his uniform shirt and pants across the back of
one of the desk chairs and turned to pull off his white briefs.   His
prick was already poking its large head halfway out of the elastic
waistband and Mike noticed a large, clear drop of precum had already
formed in the piss slit.  He quickly jerked the briefs downward,
freeing his thick prick to swing out and up, proudly pointing toward
the two hunks that were laughing and joking in the bathroom.  His balls
were churning in their wrinkled sack, one hanging slightly lower than
the other.  He reached down and squeezed his sturdy shaft, forcing
another drop of his teen precum to swell and finally drop slowly,
stickily down to the carpet.  He touched a finger to the sticky slit
and licked it clean.  Mmmmmmm!   He loved the taste of his lube juice,
so salty yet sweet, too.  His prick surged and throbbed, harder and
bigger than ever, threatening to split the taut skin that covered the
blood-pounding veins that were filling and swelling to capacity.

He pulled off his tight white t-shirt, tossed it next to his
shoes and socks, took a deep breath and walked slowly into the tiny
bathroom.  As he entered the room, the two college studs turned toward
the door.   They looked him up and down, then Doug whistled softly
between his teeth and mimicked a Southern drawl:  "Well, what have we
heah?  Ah think this military man's hard-awn needs attenshun, don't
you, Mistah Monroe??!"

Mike could feel his face reddening as he stood there, completely
exposed to their intense scrutiny, his hardon throbbing and pounding in
complete erection.  Jason laughed at his embarrassment.  "Why, I do
think you're right, good buddy.  I sure don't think that's the new
Corps compass!"

By now, Doug had finished shaving Jason's backside and Jason
himself was using the razor to finish cropping the hair from his arms
and chest.  Mike really admired the fine, black hair that fanned so
beautifully across Jason's chest, just like it did across his own.  But
he had to admit that the tall stud's muscles really stood out in a
classic, toned profile once their hairy covering was gone.  Mike's
fingers itched to grope and caress the glistening, smooth flesh.  As if
sensing this, Jason invited Mike to move in closer.

"Hey freshman!  Do I have to order you around or what?" asked
Jason laughingly.  "Get over here and suck my cock, freshman!"

Mike, shaking visibly with excitement, took a step toward Jason
and sank to his knees in front of this dark-haired Adonis.  His hands
reached out, slowly touching the hard-marbled thighs, gently caressing
them.  Whoever had shaved these legs had done a great job, thought Mike
admiringly.  He couldn't find a trace of stubble anywhere.  His heart
pounded and the blood raced through his already steaming veins.  He
squeezed the hard flesh beneath his fingers and watched, mesmerized, as
the heavy, thick prick in front of him steadily pulsed and grew,
arching upward, an inch at a time, finally stopping almost exactly
perpendicular to Jason's lithe body.  It continued to throb and bob
rhythmically.  Mike's mouth watered with eager anticipation.

Meanwhile, Doug had finished rinsing the shaving cream from his
own body and was now applying a thin coating of baby oil to his
completely hairless torso.  He had removed his Speedo, much to Mike's
disappointment.  Mike had wanted to pull it off with his teeth after
engaging Doug in some heavy rubbing of his rod and balls through the
silky slick material.  But his initial disappointment turned quickly
into raging lust as he noticed with shock and surprise what was NOT
under the Speedo. It was then that Mike realized Doug had shaved his
entire blonde pubic bush off along with the rest of his body hair!

Doug's prick was completely hard now, too, thrusting upward at a
sharp 45-degree angle.  His large, golf-ball sized testicles bounced
and moved in their wrinkled sack as he rubbed the oily film across his
creased abdomen and then lower toward his shaved crotch.  A hand on
Mike's head brought his attention back to Jason.  Jason gently but
firmly pushed Mike's face down toward his crotch and his pounding,
eight and a half inch cockrod.  Mike didn't need any more
encouragement.  He grasped the hardened jock rod and squeezed it
lovingly, firmly.  The large, mushroom shaped head swelled in response.
Mike rhythmically squeezed the throbbing rod again and again, gently
massaging it until a large, glistening drop of crystal clear precum
pushed its way out of the large piss slit.  It hung there, growing
steadily larger and heavier, yet unable to drop from the pulsing head.

Mike squeezed again and moved his other hand down to stroke and
caress Jason's oversized testicles in their smoothly shaved sack.  This
time, the large drop of clear man lube lost its grip on the dickhead
and began to stretch downward toward the floor in a long, fine stream.
Mike quickly shot out his tongue and caught the sticky tail.  Mmmmmm!
The taste was fantastic!   A little salty, but it was Jason's jock
juice, and Mike moaned softly as he slowly raised his head up and up
until his mouth hovered just an inch or so from the pounding manmeat.
Jason grinned down at him, his emerald green eyes never leaving Mike's.
He pushed his hips forward just enough to place his cock into Mike's
mouth.

Mike's tongue stretched out and licked the rest of the lube from
the hot cockhead and then he quickly closed his mouth around as much of
the rod as he could manage.  He sucked and slurped noisily along the
first five or six inches of Jason's shaft.  Now it was Jason's turn to
groan with pleasure.

"Oh man," sighed Jason, pumping his hips back and forth into
Mike's hot mouth.  "That is soooo good.  Oh yeah, suck that hot dick,
buddy-get that tongue around that hot shaft.  Yeah, that's it!  Oh man, what
a hot cocksucker you are!"

Inspired by Jason's compliments, Mike redoubled his efforts.  He
sawed back and forth on the throbbing rod, suctioning hard as the shaft
pushed in, releasing just a little as it retreated.  His tongue washed
around and around the hardened, vein covered shaft, licking and
prodding along every inch of the stiff cock.   His own cock was
throbbing and pounding, sticking straight up, almost parallel to his
body, he was so excited.  He still found it hard to believe that he was
on his knees, sucking off one of the hottest guys he'd ever seen, one
of the premier studs on the A&M swim team, a high school All-American
athlete!  What a trip!

All this time, Doug patiently stood beside the two of them,
gently stroking his own extra-thick, seven inch rod with his left hand
while pulling and squeezing on his lemon-sized balls that dangled a
good two inches below his upturned shaft.   About every third stroke of
his cock he'd move his right hand up to tweak and tug on his large,
hardened nipples.  Doug really got off to tit play.  And the
combination of his rod stroking and tit pulling while watching his best
buddy get sucked off was sending his libido soaring.   He kept pumping
his rod, covering and uncovering the bulging head with his generous
layer of foreskin.  Soon, the copious accumulation of precum was
spreading all over the reddened head, lubricating the folds of skin.
His body was pounding with excitement, but he wanted more.  He wanted
some of that hot cocksucking on his rod!

"Hey Jase, don't wear him out, buddy," Doug jokingly admonished.
"Save some for me."

Mike's head never ceased its constant sucking of Jason's meaty
shaft, but his left hand reached out blindly toward Doug.  Doug stepped
closer to the two guys and Mike's hand grabbed his hard muscled thigh.
Doug moaned with pleasure as Mike's fingers lightly traced the bulging
muscles that covered his slick, clean-shaven leg.  Then Mike's hand
reached higher and it quickly found what it was searching for-the beer
can sized cock that stood rockhard and angled upward from Doug's
hairless crotch.  His fingers couldn't reach around the pulsing, vein-
bulging rod, so he did the best he could by twisting his hand around
the slick cockhead, forcing the foreskin back and forth.  Doug groaned
in ecstasy and continued working his own tits with one hand while the
other stretched out to stroke Jason's massive, marbled chest.  He
squeezed the twin mounds of meat with their hard, pointed tits, then
flicked his fingers in a light snapping motion against them.  He knew
from years of practice what Jason's reaction would be.

"Aw fuck, buddy," groaned Jason, now receiving double stimulation
to his tanned jock body.  "Oh man!  Oh God, don't stop.  Oh yeah, that's it,
buddy, play with those man-tits.  Yeah, flick my nipples, Doug.  Aw
shit.  This is too good, man.  Such a hot cocksucker working my cock-and
you torturing my tits.  Oh fuck.  I love it!  Oh yeah." his voice trailed
off into unintelligible mumbling mixed with more groans and moans.
Below him, still voraciously devouring his solid, throbbing cock, Mike
smiled inwardly.  His own rockhard prick testified to the intense
pleasure he was deriving from working over these two aquatic athletes.
He abandoned stroking his own hardon and once again grasped Jason's
large, swinging balls in their silky smooth, hairless sack.  His other
hand continued pumping and pulling on Doug's thick rammer, not missing
a beat while his hungry mouth continued pleasuring Jason's incredibly
beautiful cock.

Mike fondled Jason's oversized testicles, hefting the sack and
letting the smooth skin drape across his palm as the two large ovals
pulsed and moved with a life of their own.  He dragged his hand slowly,
slowly upward, letting the soft folds of scrotal skin slip across his
saliva-slickened hand, pulled downward by the large, twin cum-makers
they cradled.  He knew those hot cream makers were working overtime,
churning and roiling as they built up their hot, steamy load of thick,
athletic mancum.  He couldn't wait to feel that oversized load of
spermsauce surging and shooting through the vein wrapped channel of his
buddy's hot cock.  But Doug's heavy moans momentarily pulled his
attention away from Jason.  Without slowing his sucking action on
Jason's manmeat, he glanced up at Doug's flushed and sweaty body.

Doug was quickly building to a climax.  His hard-muscled torso
gleamed with rivulets of sweat brought on by the humid heat of the non-
ventilated restroom and the intense fire burning through his veins as
Mike steadily milked his pulsing, thrusting cockmeat.  He and Jason
hadn't tricked with each other lately, thanks to their busy class
schedules and stepped-up swim practices, so he was extra-horny.  He
knew his usual man-sized load would be even bigger and more explosive
than it usually was, thanks to their unavoidable abstinence.

  His balls, swinging wildly in their hairless sack with every
stroke of his prick, felt four times their size thanks to the pent-up
sperm load he'd been unable to release for far too long.  Usually a day
never passed without his getting a load off at least once-even if it
meant jerking off all alone.  But today marked the third day in a row
that he hadn't even done that.  His nuts ached with a dull pleasure-
pain, suddenly magnified by the light pummeling they were enduring as a
result of Mike's pumping fist along his throbbing cock.  These light
blows to his balls served to excite Doug more and more.  He sucked in a
quick breath and moaned again at the super pleasurable sensations
racking his nuts and racing through his hard muscled frame.

Mike continued bobbing his head back and forth on Jason's super-
stiff and super-succulent manmeat, never missing a stroke as he
voraciously worked to suck the cum from the inner depths of his buddy's
hot groin.   His hands kept stroking and worshiping the brawny, silky
smooth chests, abdomens and legs of both hot swim studs as they pressed
their bodies closer together.  He alternated working on first one set
of male nipples, then the other, tugging and twisting on the hardened
nubs, eliciting sharp cries of lust from both jocks with each quick
pinch and pull.   Mike remained on his knees, his mouth crammed with
Jason's cock while Doug's hardened lance pushed and prodded against his
left cheek and ear as if begging for a turn inside his hot, sucking
orifice.

The head of Doug's cock leaked generous amounts of clear precum
in a steady stream, smearing and sticking to Mike's face.  Some of the
heavier drops oozed from the enlarged, reddened piss slit and dripped
stickily down onto Mike's chest.   Doug's throbbing boner bounced
heavily in the air each time he swiveled his hips to batter his cock
lightly back and forth across Mike's face.   Mike's own hard cock
bobbed and weaved, getting harder and stiffer by the minute, pointing
nearly parallel to his body as the excitement built within his inflamed
loins.  The heady aroma of the two sweating, athletic studs-in-heat
towering above him stoked his internal fires more and more with each
passing moment.

His head swam with lust and passion.   Never in his wildest
jackoff dreams had he imagined anything so wonderful, so exciting, and
so thrilling.   His cock jerked again.  His ball sack, once swinging
hot and heavy below him, nearly touching the cool tile floor, now was
pulled up tight and secure against his throbbing crotch.  His swollen
testicles, packed with their sweet load of white-hot, starchy-sweet
mancum, threatened to burst with their lusty contents.

All three guys were building rapidly to a final, cum-spurting
climax.  Their hot, sex-tortured loins wouldn't be able to withstand
much more of this fevered three-way man-play, no matter how much they
tried to postpone their inevitable, gushing climaxes.  Jason had pulled
Doug's head once again onto his chest, forcing his lover's hot mouth
and lashing tongue back onto his pointed nipples.  Doug was only too
willing to grasp each hardened nub in his teeth, lightly biting and
tugging first one, then the other, while his tongue lathered layers of
spit across the smooth-shaven pecs.  As he crossed back and forth
between the two meaty slabs, he would drag his tongue across the deeply
indented valley that was his lover's sternum, licking and loving the
taste and feel of the hot stud's heaving, sweaty skin and beautifully
tanned and shaved pectorals.

Mike's hands reached up and smeared Doug's excess saliva down
across Jason's hard, ripped midsection.  Jason's six-pack, now covered
with the slimy spit, glistened under the bathroom's fluorescent light
beams.  The hard muscles bulged and flexed, as Jason's breathing grew
more rapid with his mounting excitement.  It was almost too much for
Mike to endure.  Here was this perfect body, this handsome stud whose
muscles rippled with strength.  Everything was in perfect proportion.
Even the stud's voice was perfect-resonating with deep, confident tones
each time he spoke, urging Mike to keep sucking his cock, playing with
his tits, stroking his hot, inflamed body.

But now the three of them were precariously perched on the edge
of the sexual volcano that they had so lovingly fueled with their lusty
foreplay.  It wouldn't be much longer for any of them.  Their breathing
got heavier, steady streams of sensations surged and soared from their
over-stimulated cockheads.  Mike's experienced mouth, and Jason's
nearly incessant moaning, told Mike that Jason would soon be blasting
him full of his hot sperm load.  His mouth watered with anticipation.
He redoubled his efforts, sucking with all the force he could muster.
His jaws, forced so wide apart by the oversized girth and length of
Jason's pounding cockrod, began to ache with a dull pleasure-pain.

"That cock's gonna blast off, buddy," moaned Jason, his hips
still rhythmically thrusting and retreating as his man-sized rammer
forced its way in and out of Mike's suctioning mouth.  "My cock is
getting hotter and hotter with every suck and stroke.  Keep going,
buddy, keep sucking me.  You're gonna make me cream a gallon of stud
cum.   Yeah, keep sucking.  Suck--suck it, Corps boy!  Suck it!!"

Suddenly, Jason grabbed Mike's head, freezing it in place, and
abruptly stopped pumping his hips.  "Hold it right there, buddy," Jason
hissed, his voice strained and almost inaudible.  "Yeah, stop it!
Right there!  Don't let me cum yet.  Yeah, take it nice and easy, slow it
down a bit.  Torture that hot cock, buddy.  Yeah, make it hurt good.  Yeah,
torture me with that hot tongue now--just keep going, slow and easy, on
that cock.  It'll cum.  Oh man, YEAH!  God you're good, buddy." His voice
trailed off as his hips and legs began to tremble with this new state
of exquisite pleasure that he was forcing himself to endure.  He
wouldn't be able to control himself for much longer, though.  Not at
the rate his body was beginning to tremble and shake as his sexual
breaking point inched nearer and nearer.

Then the intense, thrilling sensations changed again, shifting to
still a higher gear.  The surging pleasure pouring through his hard
jock body intensified, but somehow Jason managed to hold back the
floodgates of passion.   It was a shaky truce at best, but he was
determined to milk this orgasm for all it was worth.

 But Mike's mouth was unwilling to wait any longer.  His hot,
flickering tongue twirled around and around the massive, helmet-shaped
cockhead that now hovered just inside his mouth.  He fluttered his
tongue back and forth across the most sensitive spot on any man's
prick, the frenulum, that small area just along the corona on the
underside of the penis where the skin disappears into the cockhole.
This trick had the desired effect on Jason.  He convulsed in a sexual
spasm and gave a muted cry of surprise and renewed excitement.  By now,
his upper torso was shaking almost uncontrollably with pent-up passion
as his climax built to a feverish pitch.  His blood raced hot with
desire as his entire nervous system crackled to an electrifying, ball-
busting orgasm.

Doug recognized the telltale signs of Jason's approaching orgasm,
too, and he reached down to lightly grasp and stroke his lover's super-
taut ballsack.  The oversized cum makers were drawn up tight and close
to Jason's hot, perspiring body, more than ready to pump out their
precious cargo of hot male joy juice.  He raked his fingernails gently
across the taut scrotum, teasing and tantalizing, pushing and prodding,
gently yet firmly, to boost Jason's libido off the charts.  His mouth
nibbled again on the left tit while his other hand twisted and tugged
at Jason's right tit.  Then he gave a quick, vicious yank, and bit
firmly down on the engorged nipple in his mouth.  Jason yelped in
surprise and shock and his cock jerked and throbbed in excited
response, thrusting once more deeply down Mike's hungry throat.

The cum began to well up from deep inside Jason's loins.  He had
the sensation of hot lava pouring out of his overheated nuts and
filling the tube on the underside of his cock, poised at the base of
his steaming, pounding prick, waiting that one final millisecond before
it could rocket out of that meaty cockshaft.  The pleasure-pain was now
unbearable.  His nuts were ready to crack wide open.  His moans became
one long, drawn out lusty groan as he lurched backward, then plunged
forward as far as he could thrust his tight collegiate jock hips.

"Aw shit!  Oh fuck!  Oh yeah!  That's it, man!  Oh yeah, I'm there, guys.
Oh yeah...don't hold back...oh do it.  DO IT!  Do it to me, suck me, guys.
Oh yeah!  Don't hold back...suck me!  Oh fuck yeah--YEAH!" Jason's head
snapped back and forth as he tried in vain to pump his hips, but Mike and
Doug held his body as still as they could, forcing Jason to wait even
longer for his sexual fulfillment.  The sensations racking through Jason
were overpowering.  Now, just the warmth and wetness of Mike's mouth at
rest sent him still higher and higher.  One fierce jolt of sensations after
another roared through his body in a tremendous sexual crescendo.  His
shaking got more violent and he gasped aloud with pleasure.

"Fuck it!  Yeah!  That's it, you got it, buddy.  SUCK MY COCK!
PLEASE!  Let me go-I gotta get off!  PLEASE!"

Mike started to slowly, maddeningly move his head back and forth
on Jason's now exploding cockrod.  Doug continued to torture Jason's
heavy man-tits.  Jason soared into the sexual stratosphere with the
sensations flooding through him completely unchecked.  He closed his
eyes and his quaking body shook.  He felt cum erupting from every pore
in his body.  His hips shook visibly with the first massive, powerful
contraction from his groin.  He nearly shouted with lust.

"Unnggghhh!   Unggggghhh!   Aaaahhhh!  Ohhhh fuck!  FUCK!"  He
groaned aloud with each strong, scalding shot that exploded up the tube
of his pounding manmeat.  His cockhead erupted into Mike's hungry
mouth, spewing forth a white-hot load of frothy, foaming mancum that
had been brewing and boiling for more than three days in his man-sized
gonads.  Each spasm pumped out another huge load of cum, each one
thicker and creamier than the last.  Soon, Mike's aching jaws and
overworked throat couldn't contain the heavy man blasts and he
reluctantly pulled off the still spurting mancock to avoid being
choked.  As he did, two more shots burst free of the pouting piss slit,
splattering noisily across his face, just missing his right eye.

Not wanting to waste any more of the hot manseed, Mike quickly
moved his tongue to the squirting cockhole and held it there as the
hot, manly jism filled his mouth yet again.  The stiff rod, angled
slightly upward and bulging with its crisscrossed blue veins, continued
to spurt and squirt its hot cum load in a continuous flood.  As the
salty sweet taste of the juicy jock jism filled and overflowed his hot
mouth, Mike went over the top, too.

His left hand had been busily stroking his own steel hard cock
rod while he had been working over Jason's hot cock and body and his
own balls were aching with the same level of intense pleasure pain that
he knew his buddies must be experiencing.  Just the excitement of
working on these two hot swim studs had been enough to take him quickly
to the orgasmic precipice, but Jason's absolutely incredible explosion
of creamy collegiate cum across his face had been the final straw.  He
couldn't resist any longer, no matter how much he wanted to keep on
pleasure-torturing himself by holding back his orgasm.

His body tensed, his fist pumped once more downward, toward his
groin, then his cock exploded with jet after jet after jet of milky
white teencum.  It arced out in thick, creamy streams, splattering
noisily against the freshly shaved legs of the two hot swim studs
standing over him.  His balls felt like they would be sucked into his
guts as they strained to pump out their pent up stores of hot freshman
cum.  His head swam with the swirling ecstasy that overwhelmed him.  He
closed his eyes, breathed in the heavy, starchy smell of exploding
mancum, and reveled in the surging sensations that were focused
exclusively on the hard-pumping, pounding explosions that continued to
fire from his eight-inch rammer.

It had to be one of the most incredibly satisfying orgasms he'd
ever enjoyed and it wasn't over yet!  His body continued to spasm
uncontrollably as his prick jerked and throbbed a few more times.   The
cum now poured steadily out of his swollen cockhead, no longer shooting
wildly as before.  But nonetheless, it still oozed non-stop, thick and
creamy, slowly dripping and dribbling down the now sperm-slick shaft
before striking and coating his squeezing fist and breaking free to
spatter slowly like large, milky-white raindrops on the tile floor.

Doug had not remained idle during this highly exciting outpouring
of manly spermsauce by his Aggie buddies.  He, too had been working
over his hot, college jock cock with long, drawn out strokes, his
favorite rhythm for jacking off.  Using his own saliva and the
remaining globs from the hot tongue-licks Mike had given him along with
the natural juices leaking from the sizable head of his swollen cock,
he'd stroked himself closer to his own sexual nirvana.  Seeing his two
buddies spurting and squirting with abandon had overheated his own
internal firebox.  He'd just barely managed to hold off until Mike had
finished showering their feet with his spermy offering.  But now, he
was ready to blow.

He gripped the shaft of his thick piece and pulled hard on it.
He didn't think he'd ever been so horny in all his life.  He didn't
know what it was today that had gotten him so hot and bothered, but he
knew this would be an orgasm he wouldn't forget for a long, long time!

Jason reached over to rub and caress Doug's smooth, hard chest,
pausing with each stroke to tweak and tug at the hard nipples that
capped the sinewy chest, just as Doug had done for him earlier.  Doug
continued sliding his hand slowly and methodically up and down, up and
down along his thick, oversized cockshaft.  The sensations were
building quickly.  His balls weren't pulling up as tightly as those of
Jason and Mike when they got close to cumming, but they were
overflowing with their manly load of jock cum all the same.  Doug knew
he would shoot a huge wad, as he always did.  He just hoped Mike was
ready for it!

Mike, still flushed and overcome from his mind-blowing orgasm,
stared in wondrous worship at Doug's hardened prick.  He watched as his
buddy's thick cockmeat pulsed and throbbed in his stroking hand,
seemingly growing bigger and bigger with each pump.  The athlete's
thick, hard cock swelled and strained.  Mike started to move toward it,
to take it in his sperm-flavored mouth, but Jason beat him to the
punch.

Without warning, Jason dropped to his knees beside Mike and good-
naturedly pushed the sperm-covered cadet aside.  "Don't worry, I'll let
you have sloppy seconds," said Jason, laughing at Mike's startled
expression.  "But I just gotta get this first load for myself."  And
with that, he turned quickly back to his lover and his nearly exploding
cock.  He quickly reached up and pushed Doug's hand away, replacing it
with his own, using his other hand to cup and fondle the silky, semi-
taut nutsack with its precious cargo of jock cum.  He wasted no time in
swallowing half of the thick prick in one big gulp, massaging the hard
shaft with his well-practiced throat.  Doug groaned in appreciation.

	"Oh yeah, stud-man, that's it!  Oh man is that hot mouth feeling
good on my hot cock."  More gasps of pleasure escaped from the young
athlete's mouth as he felt Jason's warm tongue lick and caress the head
of his aching cock.  That hot, wet tongue slurped and licked over the
thick head of Doug's roaringly hard prick and worked its way inside the
generous foreskin that capped the purplish head.  Jason steadied his
sucking by closing his hand tightly around the base of Doug's hairless
cock.  The slick cock kept pumping down his throat, inch after inch of
tumescent tubesteak, each inch thicker and thicker as he neared the
cockbase.

	"That feels so fucking hot, Jase!  Oh buddy...yeah, you know what I
like, stud," moaned Doug as he ran his hands across Jason's bobbing
head with its distinctive flattop of short black hair.

	The hard, vein-covered prick was pounding and pulsing with blood.
It strained at the skin it was so hard.  Jason could feel the veins
pulsing and pumping as he kept up his deep-throating of his lover's hot
cock.

	"Suck it.  Suck me harder.  Suck that cock.  Make me feel good,
buddy.  Yeah, that's it.  Suck that cum out, buddy!"

	Recovered from his own ball-busting orgasm and not willing to be
left out of this hot cock play, Mike rose to his feet and moved behind
Doug.  He reached around the hot jock's body and grasped the twin
mountains of muscle that were Doug's well-developed pecs.   His fingers
found the hardened tit nubs and he methodically tweaked and twirled
them as he pressed his own body tightly against his friend's sweaty
backside.  Doug moaned with delight at this extra sensation as Mike's
moderately hairy chest and still half-hard cock brushed erotically
against his smooth, rippling back and taut, shiny buttocks.

	The hot and hard young muscled bodies rubbed together, with Doug
shoving his dick into Jason's willing hot mouth as Mike continued his
slippery full-body massage.  Their taut bodies were liberally
lubricated by their own sweat and Jason's starchy, slimy mancum that
still clung in streaky clumps to Mike's body.  Doug thrust his hips
forward, moving his hard butt away from Mike but shoving his wrist-
thick prick further down Jason's willing throat.  His nuts swung in the
air, swinging enticingly.  Jason's mouth moved steadily over the
bulging cockhead while his hands stroked and caressed the thickly
muscled thighs.

Somehow he forced the cock all the way into his straining gullet
until he found his nose buried in the vein-entwined base, his tongue
struggling to explore the freshly shaved crotch.  The cock seem to grow
longer and thicker still.  Jason pulled back, gasping for air, and the
thick penis popped free, snapping loudly against the flat of Doug's
stomach.  It stood there, angled away from the tight swimmer's body
like a fleshy monument.  Jason stared at in loving admiration.
Then his lips moved again over the rigid, distended organ, his tongue
flickering and teasing all the way from the flaring tip to the immense
root.

      Mike kept pressing and rubbing his crotch and chest against
Doug's muscular back, adding to the skyrocketing sensations that were
already surging through his blonde buddy's body thanks to the thorough
cock massaging Jason was providing.  Jason grabbed the throbbing penis
and again placed his mouth over the tautly swollen head of the young
stud's organ.  He pressed down again until more than half the knobby
head was inside his tightly stretched lips.  At the same time, he
brought one hand up to fondle Doug's massive gonads.  Doug moaned with
pleasure, obviously loving to have someone playing with his balls.

He acted as if he were in heaven, moving his penis up and down
between Jason's taut lips repeatedly.  "Oh guys, oh shit.  That's so
good--keep sucking that cock, Jase.  You give such good head.   I'm
gonna bust my load, guys.  I've gotta shoot my wad.   Can't hold
back.  Mmmmm..oh man.."

Mike's hands stroked harder and harder across Doug's eraser-hard
nipples, then moved one hand down to caress and squeeze the shiny butt
cheeks that were rhythmically contracting and releasing as Doug moved
his crotch back and forth into Jason's face.  Mike slipped his middle
finger down along the silky smooth crack of Doug's bubblebutt until he
found the hot, moist hole he was searching for.  He reached into probe
deeper.  It felt hot, the opening studded with blonde bristles that
hadn't been completely shaved away earlier that night.  His finger
pushed past the blonde fuzz into the secret male cleft, now pulsing
with excitement.  He pushed harder, wriggling his fingertip deeper,
working it in little by little.  Suddenly, the hot portal that had been
squeezed so tightly popped open and his finger slid completely in up to
his palm.

Doug began squirming and rotating his buttocks, moving them in a
tight circle, pressing back against the probing digit that was now
digging deep into his hot hole.  He flexed his ass muscles so tightly
Mike felt like his finger would snap in two.  Oblivious to the
additional stimulation his lover was receiving in the rear, Jason kept
sucking hungrily on his stiff prick as he tugged on and stroked the
silky ballsack again and again.

"Suck me you fucker!" Doug nearly shouted as his orgasm surged
closer and closer.  "Suck my fucking cock!  Fuck that finger up my
butt, Mike.  Aw shit!  I'm gonna flood you with my cum, Jase.  I'm gonna
drown you with my hot load.   Suck me, stud...fuck that ass with those
fingers, Mike.  Come on.  Oh yeah--that's it, guys!  Do it.  Yeah, harder,
Mike-punch that ass!"

Mike pulled back just enough to allow a second finger to join his
first, then he quickly thrust both of them back up the hot ass channel
as hard as he could.  He probed around, jabbing his fingers harder and
higher, searching for the sensitive joy button he knew would trigger
Doug's ball-busting climax.  His search didn't go unrewarded.  As he
punched his fingers one more hard stroke up that hot, jock ass, he
heard Doug cry out in ecstasy as his long-delayed orgasm reached its
peak.

"Fuck!  Oh man, oh shit---oh fuck!   FUCK!   Yeah!  Gonna bust my
nuts, buddy!  Oh yeah, here it comes.  Oh shit. Yeah--SHIT. Aw, FUCK!!!"

Jason quickly pulled back and off the beer-can sized cock and
squeezed it with his right hand while his left continued to tease and
torment Doug's swollen testicles.  Suddenly, the overworked prick
spurted, cum bursting from the tip onto Jason's face, over his lips,
into his half-open mouth.   Jason lapped up a large streamer of steamy
cum that lashed across his lips, loving the nutty, starchy flavored hot
cream that kept pumping and shooting from the fleshy cannon he kept a
tight grip on.  More streamers of hot, acrid cum squirted and spurted,
showering his face with white tracers of thick, gooey jock jism.  His
left hand reached back below Doug's spasming cock and cum-pumping
scrotum to find the inner cum-tube just beyond the sack and in front of
his buddy's asshole.  He firmly pushed and prodded on the tube, forcing
more moans of pleasure from Doug and forcing more rocket shots of cum
to spurt and leap from the pouting cockhead.   He was determined to
milk his lover dry!

Mike meanwhile kept shoving his two fingers in and out of Doug's
tight, clenching asshole as rapidly as possible.  Each inward punch was
marked by Doug's corresponding cries of pleasure.

"Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!   Oh fuck, guys!  Oh!  Oh!  Fuck!  Fuck! Oh
shit!"

The collegiate cum kept pouring out of Doug's thick shaft like a
fountain that might never stop squirting out its heavy, hot load.  It
poured over Jason's face, into his dark hair, running down over his
cheeks and onto his chin.  He was soon literally smothered in hot,
dripping semen.  It was absolutely wonderful!  As if starved for sperm,
he hungrily licked up every drop he could find, laving the shaft, the
head, even the big low-slung balls until he had it all.

Doug's head swam with the overwhelming sensations that roared
through his body.  Overcome with the intensity of his orgasm, he nearly
collapsed in Mike's arms.  His body shook with the spasming aftershocks
that follow such incredible climaxes.  The rivers of cum that had shot
so forcefully were now reduced to a thick, sticky oozing that Jason
expertly forced out of his overworked urethra by slowly but repeatedly
sliding his hand from the base of the cock to the head.  As additional
drops of the hot mancum pushed their way past the pouting cocklips, he
quickly slurped them down with abandon.

As Doug continued to slowly slide from his orgasmic pinnacle, his
legs slowly gave way as his body relaxed more and more.  Mike was able
to pull his  jabbing fingers free of Doug's clenching asshole and he
quickly grabbed Doug under his armpits and, with Jason's assistance,
slowly lowered him to the sperm-slick tile floor.  Jason reluctantly
relinquished his hold on Doug's well-drained nuts and slowly deflating
dick.

"That was awesome, buddy," said Jason softly.  "I've never seen
you shoot like that since we were sixteen.  That was some kind of
load."

Doug grinned wearily at his long-time lover.  "What'd you expect,
with two of you working me over like some kind of fucking love
machine?"  Then he turned and gripped Mike's arm, pulling him around so
he stood between him and Jason.  "And of course, with a hot little
Corps boy like this around, shit, we couldn't miss, could we?" he asked
with a laugh.

"Yeah, you're right, buddy.   I think Mike did just fine.  But
you know, we still haven't given him that interview for the Batt that
he wants.  Guess that means he'll have to come back over here again
tomorrow night," said Jason with a snicker.  "You want to do this
again, Mike, or do you have enough for your story already?"

Mike smiled at the two hot studs sitting below him, streaked with
dried cum.  He knew he wasn't dreaming for sure now, but he still
couldn't believe his luck at having scored with two of the hottest,
sexiest guys he'd ever seen.  He knew he wasn't a hot collegiate
swimming champ like Doug and Jason, but they didn't seem to care about
that.  If they wanted him back, shit yeah, he'd be there-anytime,
anyplace!

"Fuck the newspaper story, guys," said Mike.  "If you'll have me,
I'll come back anytime you want!"

Just then Mike was startled from his dream-like recollection as
his buddy, Ron, slowly sat up in bed, the covers falling from his
beautiful chest and shoulders.
"Morning, hot shot," whispered Ron.  "Looks like you have another
hardon.  And don't deny it, because I can see it poking up into the
bedspread!" He laughed at Mike's unsuccessful attempt to rearrange the
covers to hide his now completely hard erection.
"I think it's time you paid off our little wager from last night,
don't you?"  He flashed his perfect teeth to Mike in an ear-to-ear
grin.  Mike squirmed and feebly protested, not sure he really knew what
it would take to pay off their wager by being Ron's sex slave for the
day.  But inwardly, his mind raced and his pulse quickened as lurid
visions flashed before him as to what kind of sexual games Ron might
want to engage in.  He didn't move as Ron began pulling the covers down
to the foot of the bed, revealing two sizable, succulent hardons that
were just begging for attention.

(To be continued)