Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 08:35:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Lickerish Subject: The Cadet Captain Chapter 2 Warning! The following story is an erotic work of fiction, containing descriptive scenes of sexual encounters and contact between consenting individuals. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any further. All rights reserved. This story may not be distributed or reproduced on any other sites or publications without the express written permission from the author. This work is protected by all applicable copyright laws. To contact the author e-mail at: richardlickerish "at" yahoo "dot" com The Cadet Captain By Dick Licker Chapter 2: Penis or Pizza Mike was already in the shower when I arrived in the lavish upstairs bathroom. After I'd undressed in the bedroom I had to take a couple minutes to fluff up my stuff before letting Mike see me naked, therefore I was running late catching up with him. As I entered the bathroom I could see the profile Mike's body inside the glass shower enclosure. He was busy soaping up his muscular body. He turned his head, smiling he began motioning for me to join him. I was definitely under the Cadet Captain's spell as I cautiously opened the glass door stepping inside. Once the door was open I stood there in awe drinking in the beauty of Mike's body, especially that beautiful cock of his. Of course my cock was full mast by that time. I didn't know why I was fascinated with Mike's cock, but I had been captivated by the male appendage since I was a youngster. Maybe in another life I'd been a snake charmer, because for me there was nothing better than watching a good-looking trouser snake go from flaccid to fully erect. Even at a young age I considered the male sex organ to be something of an art form. I didn't think that made me queer and surely didn't consider Mike queer. Both of us dated girls, but there was something mystical about the male penis, especially the one hanging from Mike's body. There it hung in its entire splendor and it was mine for the weekend. Over the years the few cocks I'd seen fascinated me. One of my fondest memories was seeing Michael Angelo's statue of David. That prompted me to become a history buff studying ancient history and art. I so enjoyed the many of the naked sculptures such as Adonis and Hercules. The sculptures and paintings of the past were so lifelike detailed to the finest degree. Mike's body and penis rated right there with the sculptures of the past. Some penises I'd seen hanging on boys were larger and some smaller than average; others were ugly and some were gorgeous. Just the fact that a male's penis was out in the open compared to the female sex organ that was hidden away inside was enticing. Yes, I'd had a thing for dicks and now I had the hots for Mike's thing. Mike's thing was so fucking stunning hanging there in all its glory. I turned around facing out pulling the door closed as Mike wrapped his big arms around me. His hands began soaping my body up. I felt so good as his soap slippery hands began gliding over my body, exciting every sensory nerve ending in my body. I could feel his semi erect cock growing harder, brushing against my buns as it bounced behind me. At six feet two inches Mike stood a good two inches taller than me and had twenty pounds of muscle on me. Suddenly, the fingers of his right hand brushed against my erect nipple causing me to gasp. Mike had just learned one of my secrets: my nipples were sensitive to touch. Having found my secret Mike commented, "My, those are hard sensitive little fuckers." "Oh Yeah, I'll give you an hour to stop playing with them," I replied turning my head looking back up at Mike's face with a wry smile. I'd discovered a couple years earlier that there was a direct connection between my nipples and my dick. My friend from church found that secret during one of our sleepovers. Mike stood glued to my back with his hard member wedged in my ass crack. I could feel his accelerated heart rate. His thumbs and fingers were titillating, toying with my nipples while his erect cock was moving rhythmically in my butt crack. Listening to Mike's rapid breathing in my ear while he was sensuously touching my nipples was so exciting. All I could do was moan under his touches. Although I'd never done it before, I secretly wished Mike would fuck me right there in the shower. Back in the day in my area of the country butt fucking was also referred to as cornholing. I'd heard about cornholing from an early age. In fact, the term cornhole was a little ambiguous and confusing to me as a youngster. The name referred to a little known lawn game as well as anal intercourse. The game basically is one where players toss bags filled with feed corn into a hole on the end of a raised platform. I remember the first time I heard my parents talk about playing cornhole I was taken aback. We were on are way to a family reunion when my dad raised the issue of cornhole games, saying that one of the things we would be doing was cornholing at the reunion. Needless to say, at nine or ten years of age hearing about cornholing at school recess relating to butt fucking and then as an event at a family reunion I was little curious and confused. Of course my state of mind was set at ease after we arrived on the big tobacco farm. Leaning my head back into Mike I said, "I could stand here and let you play with my nipples all night long." "That ain't no problem cause we got until Sunday night or whenever you got to be home to do anything we want to do with each other," Mike said nuzzling my ear. "So, what are you up for penis or pizza?" I ask. "What do you want to do?" Mike asked. "I'd rather mess around a little," I replied, "that is if you don't mind, and then maybe we can go get some pizza later." Mike was excited about that call. We rinsed our bodies off before going back to Mike's bedroom where he folded the spread off his queen bed exposing the fresh white sheet. We flopped down with our heads on the pillows looking into each other's eyes not saying a word while our hands began slowly exploring the other's body. The first thing I discovered was Mike didn't seem to have the protruding or sensitive nipples that I had, but his cock sure made up for that shortcoming. For almost an hour we lay there caressing and stimulating each other with our touches before turning opposite on the bed. Once we assumed the sixty-nine position Mike said, "Let me know when you're about ready to cum. I don't want any cum in my mouth." "Okay." I'd never tasted another guy's cum and really didn't know if I wanted to go that far. I grasp Mike's big cock with one hand and his scrotal sac with the other. As I held the big shaft I began looking at the head visually exploring it before I began licking all around the crown. Mike had the most prominent and broadest cockhead I'd ever seen. Before long I began to notice a pearlescent droplet coming from the urethral opening. That was the first time I'd experienced another boy precumming. The taste of the fluid on the tip of my tongue was kind of bland. I didn't want Mike to cum, so I eased off a little. I wanted things to last forever that night. Mike on the other end was sniffing at my pubic bush and kissing all around my crotch area. Then he would take one of my nuts into his mouth, rolling it around while rubbing his hands over my buttock. I was wondering if he was going to find my other sensitive area: my asshole. I had come to enjoy titillating my asshole inserting fingers while I jacked off. Once again the thought of Mike slipping his massive cock into my ass sent shivers through my body. I knew instinctively that his massive member entering my asshole would be painful, but I felt that the pain might be worth the pleasure in the end. I decided to wait a while as we had almost three days to discover each other. We were both working towards climax. Our balls were pulling up inside our bodies. Mike slapped me on the ass signaling that he was about ready. We both released our lip grips and began jacking each other off to fruition. The saliva provided a slick natural lubricant to make the finish enjoyable. After we ejaculated we lay there once again looking and watching; watching our dicks deflate. Finally, Mike asked, "You hungry?" "Oh yeah, I worked up quite an appetite," I replied. "Lets get cleaned up, dressed and go get a pizza," Mike said. We got up and rinsed off, dried and began putting our clothes on. I felt so refreshed. I also felt good about the fact that things between Mike and me weren't a one-way thing. He seemed to enjoy sex with me as much as I had with him. We were off and running for the local pizza parlor. In just a few hours since that fateful meeting in the boy's bathroom Mike and I had shared our penises and now it was time to share a pizza.