Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2022 11:40:09 -0700
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Mike- Chapter One

Was hoping I could put the following story in the College Archives. More
to come, thank you!

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There was something about Vmees that always got us Generals going. They
were, of course, well built from hours and hours of running, lifting,
climbing tire towers, and general military training. It was a tough
school to get into, and I bet they were those super hot ROTC kids in high
school who always looked older, more developed, and more mature than the
rest of us.

By the time those guys landed at the Virginia Military Institute, they
were ready for the rigors of college, and military training both. For the
rest of us, at the small liberal arts school across town, we could only
watch the Vmees trot by, chanting, strutting their incredible physiques,
and tearing us away from our studies just long enough to fantasize.

What I learned quickly my freshman year was that these soldiers in
waiting weren't only to be admired. Sometimes, if you were lucky, they
were to be experienced as well.

I met Mike at an off campus party. I could tell he was a Vmee straight
away because of his haircut. Short, cropped to the skin. He had a thick
neck that led down into a well defined chest, abs I could clearly see
through his clinging shirt, and arms I couldn't help but fantasize would
wrap around me one day... maybe choke me... maybe make me his liberal arts
bitch.

He had nice lips and eyes. He didn't have the best looking face, but it
was handsome enough. He had a couple teeth that weren't quite straight,
but I decided that made his smile that much more endearing. A flaw on
someone that sexy... my god. I could tell even just by looking at him from
across the keg at that first party that he had the charisma to make up
for anything he was lacking in.

I stood by the keg watching him. The friends I had come off campus with
were all spread around the room, so I was free to gaze. I didn't know
what Mike was telling the two girls he was deep in conversation with, but
I couldn't peel my eyes away from him. Especially when he asked one of
them to hold his red Solo cup while he lifted his shirt for them.

"It's okay to pick your jaw up off the ground," my friend Amanda said
behind me. I blushed.

"I wasn't..."

"You were staring, Corbin." She gave me a side eye. I realized I was
indeed staring. I also realized I was sporting a chubby in my shorts. I
shifted slightly before she noticed, but even with the side of my eyes, I
could see Mike flirting away.

"He's a Vmee," Amanda said, pulling me from the keg. "Even if you did
get a chance, he'll just be trouble."

I was sure he liked women, and so hesitantly, I walked away with Amanda
and resumed moving around the party.

At one point in the night, after several beers and failed attempts at
flirting with some of the guys at the party without really giving myself
away as gay and horny, I found myself back at the keg. I hadn't even
noticed who passed me the spout until I felt his hand brush against mine.
I looked up and saw that I was standing next to the Vmee... Mike.

"Thanks," I blushed.

"You're welcome killer," he replied loudly. He leaned in a bit, and
whispered over the music. "My pleasure."

And then instead of releasing the spout for the keg, he reached over and
took my cup in his hand. He filled it up slowly, smiling at me the entire
time.

I felt like he could read me like a book. I felt like he could see right
through my every desire. I tried not to stare back at him, but he made
such intense baby blue eye contact, I couldn't help myself. He was
breathtaking.

"So, I have to admit something," he said finally.

"Oh yeah?" I cocked my eyebrow slyly, trying to be just as cool as he
was. "What do you need to admit?"

"Well, I kind of saw you watching me earlier. When I was showing those
girls my tattoo," he replied.

"Your tattoo?" I tried to deflect, not wanting to admit that yes, I was
staring. "I thought they were just checking you out."

"Well there is that too," he laughed. I took my Solo cup from him. I
watched him drain his cup in two quick seconds and then go to refill it.
In that moment, I didn't give a shit who else was waiting by the keg.

"An added bonus of seeing my tattoo, I guess," he finished.

"Well are you going to show me your... tattoo?" I asked as flirtatiously
as possible.

"Which one do you want to see?"

"How many do you have?"

"Enough to keep you staring for a while," he replied before turning and
walking away. He took a couple steps towards the woods behind the off
campus house, then turned. "Are you coming?"

I took a deep breath, tried to conceal my very apparent boner by tucking
it into my waistband quickly, and then followed after him.

"I'm Mike Loggerman," he said as we made our way away from the party
and towards a more private location.

"I'm Corbin Crowley," I stuttered.

"Nice to meet you, Killer. Killer Crowley," he replied, turning and
flashing his intoxicating smile again.

"Mike the Vmee..." I said.

"That obvious to tell huh?"

I grabbed his arm as we walked and talked and gave it a natural squeeze.

"Oh, it's pretty obvious. Us Generals don't get to the gym nearly as
often as you guys do."

"Maybe one day you can spot me," he charmed. I didn't take my arm off
his bicep, and there was no indication that he wanted me to.

We finally stopped in a clearing in the woods. We could still hear the
music and noise from the party, and see the bonfire where the college
kids were gathered around in the distance. But we were definitely alone.

"You ready to see the first one?" I nodded. He lifted his sleeve and
showed me a tattoo of a raven.

"I'm from Baltimore," he said. I nodded, as if I was supposed to get
the connection.

Then he lifted his shirt and showed me his tattoo of the VMI logo and the
year 2006 underneath it, indicating he was probably a freshman like me,
and that 2006 was his first year there. I swallowed at the sight of him.
His abs were even hotter than I'd expected. Chiseled, defined. He looked
like a statue carved by a masterful marble artist. I took a deep breath
and went for it.

I caressed the tattoo that was just above his nipple, taking up one whole
section of his rock hard chest.

"Go ahead," he whispered. I left his gaze to look down at him. I moved
my hand down past his pecks, grazing his nipple, sending a shiver through
him. I opened my palm wide and slid my hand over his smooth stomach, down
towards his belly button, and then back up to the other side. He held his
shirt up for me, allowing me to explore.

I eventually made it back up to his tattoo before I looked at him again.

"It's... impressive," I cocked a smile. I prayed he couldn't notice I
was rock hard, but at that point, I didn't care. At all.

"You said you had more?" I asked softly.

"One more," he replied. "If you really want to see it."

"I want to see," I answered quickly. Too quickly. He chuckled.

"Okay," he smirked. He dropped his shirt and started to unbuckle his
belt. I watched him open his fly, pull his pants down to his mid thigh,
and then move his black boxer briefs out of the way to show off a small
tattoo on his thigh. It was some latin phrase I could barely read that
went all the way around his outer thigh, trailing off just below the
point where his boxer briefs ended, just below his well defined ballsack.
I looked around the other side and noticed the phrase continued just
below his perfectly round bubble butt that stuck out beautifully. Too
beautifully for a straight guy.

I could clearly see his bulge in his underwear, and I instinctively
licked my lips. He chuckled audibly. Fuck, I thought. This straight Vmee
was judging me.

"I'm sorry," I felt my face go flush. I felt his palm on my cheek, and
I could tell I was blushing.

"It's okay," he said. "Want to take a closer look?"

I did. I desperately did. Without even thinking, I dropped down to my
knees, pulled his pants down all the way, and put one hand over his
bulge, still covered by his black boxer briefs, but growing ever stiffer
in my palm. I traced his tattoo with my tongue, thinking that would be
sexy.

He let out a moan.

"Fuck... that's a close look alright," he smiled down at me. He had his
thumb in the elastic of his underwear, and I knew what was about to
happen. I took a deep breath, moved my hand, and let him slip his boxer
briefs all the way down.

I didn't waste a second. His cock was already semi hard. I closed my
eyes and dove in, kissing the tip, and then plunging in to take him all
the way into my mouth.

HIs cock got instantly rock hard. I could feel it grow in my mouth to
about 6 inches. It wasn't the biggest cock I'd seen in my limited
sexual history, but it was by far the most tasty, and in that moment, I
was hornier than I'd ever been. This `straight' guy who had just been
flirting wih a bunch of girls was giving his cock to me. Horny old me.

I sucked him in deep. He moaned again. I grabbed his muscular thighs and
bobbed my head back and forth, sucking in hard. I could taste his precum,
and with every drop, I got more and more intoxicated for him.

Fucking Mike. Mike the Vmee...

I could feel my own cock strain in my shorts, but I wasn't focused on
that. I had one mission, and that was to taste all of Mike's load. I was
ready to drain my first Vmee, and I wanted him to be pleased with me.
That was my only mission.

"Look at me," he said. I started to take his cock out of my mouth to
look up at him, but he stopped me by putting his big firm hand on the
back of my head. "Don't stop. Just look up here."

And so I lifted my gaze up to him while keeping his dick firmly in my
sucking mouth.

"Take it all the way down," he commanded. It was firm but reassuring. I
was his, but he was respectful of the work I did.

"Oh fuck yeahhhhhh," he cowed. "Just like that." We made eye contact
as I continued to suck him deep, swirling my tongue around the head. I
knew he liked it because with every swipe of my tongue, he moaned deeply.

I felt a gush of pre-cum. So much I almost thought he was cumming. He
continued to push my head down, thrusting forward to match my bobbing
motion. I sucked hard, creating a warm sexy suction he couldn't get
enough of. I held on tightly to his perfectly round ass, forcing him deep
inside my throat.

"Oh fuck, Corbin. Just like that!" he repeated, his groans getting
louder, more frequent, and more frantic.

"God, you're so good at this. You're so much better than the General
sluts that usually suck my cock. My fucking god!"

I was spurred by his encouragement. I kept sucking for all that I was
worth. He kept face fucking me, increasing the pace, and making me no
more than his pump dump. He pulled my head in with his other hand,
holding my head steady as he fucked me. I loved it. I was moaning like a
little bitch, eager for his cum.

"I'm going to shoot," he screamed. He was moaning so loud, I swear the
people back at the party could probably hear.

"Oh god, I'm going to shoot. You're making me cum!"

And then I felt it. A sudden rush of warm sticky spunk shot directly down
my throat. I pulled back a little to get his cockhead right on my tongue.
I massaged his pulsing head, savoring every drop as he shot load after
load. I thought he'd never stop as he continued to fill my mouth.

He was such a powerful presence, I was determined not to lose a drop of
his cum. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I kept sucking softly,
swallowing quickly, gulp after gulp.

After what felt like five minutes, Mike came down from his orgasm and
lifted me up by the armpits. I thought maybe he'd kiss me, but he
didn't. Instead, he pulled his pants up, and patted me on the back.

"Wait a minute before you follow me back to the party," his voice was
different. It wasn't as flirtatious and playful as before. "This never
happened, yeah?"

My heart sank. I didn't think he'd whisk me away like Prince Charming,
but I expected more than a quick thanks.

I watched Mike walk away, his perfectly round ass bouncing as he left.
When he was just a pace from the party, he turned and winked at me,
grabbed his crotch, and gave me a big grin. I was still disappointed in
the send off, but decidedly less so. I felt like that was only the
beginning of me and Mike, and boy was I correct.



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