Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2019 16:47:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Hairy Jacques Subject: "Male Sorting," part 6 Dear Nifty editor: Attached below is my story submission, a continuation of "Male Sorting," which has been posted in the gay "college," "military," and "athletics" categories. It's been a while since my last installment (December 23, 2016), but now I'm nearly ready to begin to wrap things up! Best, Hairy Jacques _________________________________ This story, modified to protect the anonymity of those involved, blends fact and fantasy. Reader feedback is welcomed, and the author will do his best to answer questions and respond to comments. Contact him at hairy.jacques@yahoo.com. Thanks for visiting Nifty, a great site that for years has rendered a great service. Please consider making a donation: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --------------- As we left the church and hopped back into Rich's truck, I reached over to rest my hand on the back of his neck. He turned to face me. "Thanks for doing that," I said. "For doing what?" he asked. "For suggesting we stop by the church. It clears my conscience a little bit," I chuckled. "Your conscience," he replied, "shouldn't need clearing." "You're right," I agreed. A smile washed over my face. "But going into church and praying next to you does make tonight extra special." "I'm glad," he said, leaning in to kiss me. It wasn't a soft peck on the lips. It was passionate and needy. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth as the fingers of my left hand felt the bristle of his crew cut and my right hand caressed the stubble of his jaw. When he pivoted to kiss me he had turned and braced himself by pressing his left hand onto my thigh. My cock lengthened as he moved his hand upward toward my crotch. I was throbbing by the time he touched me through the fabric of my khakis. His thumb pressed down on the head while his big, meaty paw gripped the shaft. I broke the kiss, tracing my tongue over his stubble before tasting the inside of his ear. "I can't believe it," I panted. "I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet." His hand released my crotch and moved up to cradle the side of my head. "Believe this," he commanded, staring into my eyes. "I'm the lucky one. You're just so darn incredible." I could feel the warmth of his breath wash across my face. "And," he added, "perfect for me." He sealed his statement with another kiss and then pulled away to start the engine of his truck. As we drove back to the dorm, eager to know everything about the man who had swept me off my feet -- the guy who was going to take my virginity -- I peppered Rich with questions. Why did he choose our college? Why ROTC? What caused him to pledge Kappa Sig? All of his answers revealed that there was so much depth to this guy, so much heart and character. What he said about his fraternity just about summed him up. "I liked all the brothers in the house," he said, "and I really admired the fraternity's principles." "What are they?" I asked. Rich leaned forward a bit, smiling, and started to recite what, as a pledge, he had to commit to memory: "The Star and Crescent of Kappa Sigma shall not be worn by every man, but only him who is worthy to wear it.He must be a gentleman...a man of honor and courage...a man of zeal, yet humble...an intelligent man...a man of truth...one who tempers action with wisdom and, above all else, one who walks in the light of God." Rich nodded slightly and then leaned back in his seat, pleased with himself for remembering it all. "I don't know about the rest of your fraternity brothers," I said, "but that sums you up pretty perfectly." Rich reached toward me in the passenger seat and placed his hand over mine. "Thanks," he said, giving my hand a squeeze. "The only thing it left out," I quipped, "was your amazing body and your majestic cock!" We both broke out laughing -- and we kept laughing. What I had said was funny, but not enough enough to merit so much laughter for so long. In hindsight, I think we were both probably releasing the tension we felt. We were both excited about what was going to happen -- incredibly excited. But also we were probably kind of nervous. "It's your body that's amazing," Rich said. "Dang it, you're hot, your muscles are so tight and," he paused for dramatic effect, "that ass!" "Oh come on," I insisted, "you are bigger and taller and strong--" "You're amazing!" Rich interrupted. He really seemed to mean it. "Your majesty!" I replied, referring to his cock -- and then we both started laughing again. Thus was born our secret nicknames for each other. If people weren't around, like the next afternoon when I was sitting at the dorm's front desk, Rich would sneak up behind me, clasp his hands to my shoulders, let his hot breath wash across my ear, and say "Hey, Amazing." So "Amazing" was his pet name for me. But mine for him was even better. I'd call him "Your Majesty," but what made this nickname even better was that sometimes, given the context, it was clear that I was referring to his dick. For example, he'd say "How's my amazing loyal subject?" I'd answer, "Eager to please your majesty." By this point he was parking his truck outside our dorm. The next few minutes were sort of a blur. It was as if nothing mattered other than me, him, and getting inside his room. I couldn't focus my eyes on anything else. The two of us made a bee-line through the lobby to the elevator, not even glancing at the front desk and whoever was working it. The next thing I knew we were inside Rich's room. The door shut behind us as he pushed me back against it with one hand and locked it with the other. Our lips pressed together as we embraced. His tongue was in my mouth and mine was in his. I raked my fingers from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. My hands cupped his firm ass as his body thrust forward, trapping me between the cold, hard door and the heat of his own evident hardness. My hands slid up his sides to his armpits. Through the flannel of his shirt I could feel the dampness of his sweat. Suddenly the stubble of his chin grazed my ear. A million little lightning bolts coursed through my body, giving me goosebumps. "I'm so hot for you," he panted. I responded by tightening my grasp on him and tracing my tongue along the length of his neck. That's when I felt his hands on my ass. As he lifted me off the floor my legs spread and wrapped around his waist. The next thing I knew I was on my back in his bed. He pressed down on top of me, enveloping me with his warmth and his weight. We were kissing again, and even though we remained fully clothed, I could feel his hardness thrust against my own throbbing desire. I bucked against him while I stared into the kaleidoscopic beauty of his hazel eyes. He pawed at the buttons of my shirt, pushing it open to reveal my flesh. His lips descended down my neck and over my collarbone. Then his mouth consumed my nipple, sucking it, while his tongue flicked back and forth over the nub. This caused my cock, already impossibly hard, to start oozing precum, a fact confirmed when I turned the tables by wiggling out from beneath Rich and flipping him onto his back. I looked down at my khakis to confirm that my juices were soaking through, leaving a small but noticeable wet spot a few inches to the right of my fly. It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless. Fortunately, Rich's western-style flannel shirt had snaps instead of buttons. I ripped it open all at once so that only his wifebeater stood between me and his muscular, hairy torso. As Rich helped me push the flannel shirt up and over his biceps I was treated to a closeup view of his armpits, each featuring a wild tangle of hair. I pressed my face into his left pit, inhaling the scent of his fresh sweat, and then moved up to his handsome face for what, up to that point, was the most wanton, open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss of my life. "Damn," I panted, "you're amazing." "That's you," he smiled, lifting his head to peck me on the lips. It doesn't take much to stoke my confidence -- or, at least when Rich is involved, to melt away my inhibitions. His muscular torso looked so sexy in that wifebeater. It would look even sexier without it. I grabbed the fabric of his undershirt with both hands and yanked in opposite directions. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he heard the fabric rip, exposing his hairy chest and abs. I leaned down to taste his flesh, kissing, licking, sucking everything from his collarbones to his nipples to the ridge beneath his pecs, to his treasure trail, abs, and navel. And then, just below the waist of his jeans, I pressed my face into his crotch and inhaled. I traced my tongue along the outline of his hard cock, clearly evident beneath the well-worn fabric. I reached for the button and pulled down the zipper to reveal first Rich's forest of pubic hair and then his thick, engorged cock. He lifted his hips so I could slide off his jeans. Now he was totally naked. I bowed down between his legs and began to worship his cock. With just the tip of my tongue I gently traced it's length. Rich sighed as it twitched in response. I flicked the tip of my tongue against his frenulum -- that ultra-sensitive spot just beneath his piss slit, which started to glisten with his transparent pre-cum. I dipped my tongue into his nectar, tasting the sweetness. I licked my lips and slowly enveloped his dickhead, sucking while swirling my tongue around his helmet. "Damn!" Rich exclaimed, clasping my head. I released his cock from my mouth. "Did I do something wrong?" "Hell no," he panted. "It's just so, so right." This spurred me on. Covering my teeth with my lips, I went down on him. My descent was gradual, enjoyable, and unstoppable. I took it slow -- and damn he felt and tasted good -- and yes, my throat was hungry. My gag reflex was gone. All I wanted was to consume him. As my throat embraced his meat, my nostrils relished the heady scent of his pubes. To be continued... PEASE SEND YOUR FEEDBACK and ideas to me at hairy.jacques@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you!