Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2022 13:49:20 -0700
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Mike Chapter 2 (Revised)

Meeting Mike 2

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There is a decided lore surrounding VMI cadets. They're known by many
names. Vmees. Keydets. Recruits. I knew them as hotties with bodies.

After blowing Mike the first time, randomly outside of a party he had
snuck into, I didn't see him for several months. You see, running into a
cadet is like deer hunting. You don't always get to spot one, but when
you do it's important to strike. Swiftly. Quickly.

I didn't get another chance until almost the end of the year. I was
tired of school, but the end of the year parties were starting to become
more frequent, and yes, more debaucherous. With less school work before
finals, there were more opportunities to go out.

One of the big parties was called Fuck Your GPA. It was held about twenty
minutes off campus, and you almost always needed a private ride to get
there and back. The shuttles that went to the regular party houses
didn't go out there.

I wasn't going to go, because I did in fact have assignments due, and I
didn't actually want to fuck my GPA. But around midnight I got a message
from one of my best friends,

She messaged me that a bunch of vmees had crashed the party. They were
all dressed in civilian clothes, but the haircuts and muscles gave them
away. The guys from our school who were throwing the party were pissed,
but the vmees had brought so much booze, it basically won over their
ability to get kicked out.

She told me to get dressed and get down there immediately.

I didn't hesitate. I called one of my frat brothers who was on sober
driver duty that night, and asked him for a ride. The entire time I was
getting dressed, I wondered if my vmee was one of the ones who had snuck
into the party.

I couldn't help but fantasize that he was there.

I remembered him like it was yesterday, even if it had been earlier that
school year. At least a few months. His muscles. His hidden tattoos. His
amazing cock that swelled in my throat when he came.

When I made him cum, I thought proudly.

"I thought you were staying in. Most of the guys will be ready to come
home soon," my brother who was driving me commented as we sped down the
winding road to the off campus house where the party was held.

I didn't tell him I was on a cock hunt that night. I had only told a
couple of people about the elusive vmee. My friend Amanda, the other out
gay guy in my fraternity, Calvin, and another trusted friend. They all
probably thought I was crazy. I could only describe him. I didn't have
his Facebook, or a picture, obviously. I barely had a name.

Mike.

And while most vmees were straight, just because I didn't have proof of
sucking one off didn't mean it hadn't happened.

I finally got to the party, found Amanda, and we immediately began a
fruit loop, where we walked around the party looking for another gay guy
I could hook up with. She was the ultimate wing woman.

I was on pins and needles hoping to run into Mike. Praying he was one of
the guys who had snuck in. Amanda pointed out the ones she had already
talked to, and none of them were my guy. I kept refilling my solo cup at
the keg hoping that he'd come and need a drink. Come and need something
other than a drink.

It was nearing two and getting close to leaving time. The party was
thinning out. Folks were passing out around the party house, and sober
drivers were saying that it was their last ride back to campus.

Reluctantly, I followed Amanda to the ride she had snagged for us from
one of her sorority sisters. Just as I was finishing my last beer, I felt
a tap on my shoulder. I turned, and there he was.

He looked every bit as sexy as he had the first time I met him. HIs smile
wasn't perfect, but it was cocky, just like I liked them. His eyes were
blue and penetrating. HIs hair was cropped short, and he was clean
shaven, revealing a chiseled jawline and chin dimple I could have sunk my
tongue into.

His civilian clothes clung to his body like plastic wrap. I wasn't sure
where he got them from, but his t-shirt left no muscle to the
imagination, and his jeans were so tight. I could make out the bulge I'd
inspected months before. And his ass... I could only imagine what his ass
looked like at that point.

"So you weren't going to say hi all night long? I was starting to feel
like you used me last time," he smirked. I was instantly rock hard.

"`Hi' can work both ways," I quipped. "So maybe you used me."

He leaned in sexily and whispered.

"I'd like to use you again."

I felt a rush run down my entire spine. Blood went straight from my head
down to my cock, and I shifted to relieve the pressure in my pants.

"Corbin! Coming?" Amanda asked, climbing into the red Xtera that was
supposed to take us home. I had to think quickly. I didn't want to get
stuck off campus, this far out. There was no way at two in the morning I
could secure a ride for me and Mike. But there was no way I was letting
this opportunity pass me up.

"Is there room for another in the car?" I asked. "We'll sit in the
back."

It was an SUV, and I was hoping we could cram.

"Mind coming back to campus for that redux?" I asked Mike.

"My car is parked by yall's campus. I'm already late back to barracks,
so... why not?" he smiled. "Only if you promise to make it worth my
while."

I winked at him. The girls told us to hop in the back, and so Mike and I
pretzled in the trunk of the SUV all the way back to campus.

The road was bumpy and winding, and with every curve, Mike and I were
`forced' to get closer.

"Corbin, who is your friend?" Amanda asked when we were on the road.
Mike jumped in to answer.

"Corbin here is the best wingman. The last time I snuck onto ya'lls
campus, he helped me find a girl," he replied. I gave him a look. He
winked at me in the dark. I shook my head.

"That's right. I helped him so much, he came crawling back for more
help."

He didn't know Amanda knew our secret. The others in the car probably
didn't sense my sarcasm, but it wasn't lost on either Mike or Amanda.

The ride back was excruciating. I wanted to unleash his cock right then
and there. But I knew I couldn't. Instead, I took advantage of one swift
curve in the road that threw me towards Mike. Our chests met, and
pretending to gather my footing back to my seat, I swiped my hand over
his rock hard bulge.

Good, I thought. We were on the same page.

He looked into the seat in front of us. Two of our friends were dozing
off as the car wound back to campus. Mike winked at me, grabbed my wrist
and put it back on his bulge. I squeezed, feeling it tense up under my
touch. I couldn't wait to get it back to my dorm room, unveil its
beauty, and get it in my mouth.

It felt like forever, but we eventually pulled back into campus. The
girls parked in the lot, I said  my goodbye's, and told them I was
walking my `friend' back to his car.

It was an excruciating walk back to my room from the parking garages. As
we crossed the bridge, went through the heart of campus, across the
greens, it was all I could muster not to pull Mike down in the middle of
campus and get to work on his cock right then.

But as they say, good things come to those who wait. And when we finally
made it back to my room, I was met by an amazingly good thing.

I didn't even bother turning on the lights. Instead, I locked the door
and pushed Mike onto my bed. I wanted to go in for a kiss, but I didn't
want to spook him. Instead, I pulled my shirt off, yanked his shirt off,
and knelt down between his legs. I went for his button, until he stopped
me. I sighed, disappointed. I sat back on my heels. Surely he didn't
follow me back for nothing. I watched him undo his button slowly,
speaking while he did.

"When you suck my cock, I want to give you some rules," he whispered
slowly. I swallowed. Rules?

I nodded.

"First, no teeth." Of course. What kind of cocksucker did he think I
am?

"When I push it all the way in, no gagging. Your throat should willingly
accept my cock," he continued. I nodded, not sure how I would control
that. I hadn't mastered the no gag reflex thing yet, but I was willing
to try. I put my hands on his thighs.

"That's fine. Explore my body. Worship it. But no taking my cock out of
your mouth. Just your hands on my body," he smirked. He knew he had me.

"And lastly, you swallow every drop. When you blow a vmee, he shouldn't
see any cum. Swallow all of it."

I was so turned on. By this point, he was completely naked, standing
before me.

"Is that understood?"

Instead of answering him, I moved my head forward, my hand still on his
thighs. I pulled him halfway towards me, opened wide, and pulled the
entire length of his cock down my eager throat.

His cock wasn't long, but it had substantial girth. I could barely wrap
my hand around it. I was determined to make him proud like I had last
time. I wanted him to want me to be his personal release. It had been
months. I didn't want to go that long again. If he was going to sneak on
campus, I wanted my lips, my throat, to be his first stop.

And so I sucked in deeply. He let out a loud sigh. I felt like my
neighbors would be able to hear but I didn't give a flying fuck. I loved
to hear him moan.

My hands felt his firm pecs, went down to his perfect abs, and then
finally dug into his thighs. He squirmed under my touch. The mix of
feeling him up and sucking him deeply was enough to make him jump.

He dug his hands into my comforter behind him, revealing the entire
length of his entire body. His head rolled back. I took this as my cue to
suck even harder.

I used my tongue to swirl under his head. Every time I took his entire
length in my mouth, I used my tongue to massage the underside of his
cock. Finally, he bucked, forcing his cock down my throat. I concentrated
on not gagging. Instead, I swallowed, massaging the head of his cock.

"Oh, FUCK!" he shouted. His cock swelled, and a second later, as I
massaged his cock with my throat, I felt a torrent of cum shoot straight
down my esophagus.

It was almost too much to handle, but his words rang in my ear. I needed
to swallow every drop. I wanted to. I wanted to please him at all costs.

And so I did! I swallowed every single drop of his hot, searing, cum.
Even as I pulled back and it rushed over my tongue, I continued to
swallow, tasting and savoring every drop.

It felt like it took forever to milk him completely. His cock stayed hard
as his cum started to dribble out, going from huge spurts to soft milky
rushes. I was in heaven.

At some point, I reached down and realized my jeans were soaking wet. I
had cum in my pants without even touching myself. The feeling of pleasing
him was so great, I never wanted to let his cock go.

Eventually, rather quickly, he sat up. He pulled his shirt on, then his
pants. In a quick

motion, he patted me on the head, said `Thanks, killer' and was headed
out of the room.

"We'll do it again," were his last words before he disappeared down
the hall. I didn't even have the chance to thank HIM like I wanted to.

I knew then I wasn't just addicted to cock, but I was addicted to Mike.
And I didn't want to wait another several months to see him again. I
needed to know more about him, get him over again, and make this into a
regular thing.



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