Previously: After twelve hours of being "off duty" from sexual service, our cadet Sam finds that at least one of the guys is already waiting.
Sure enough, when I came out of the bathroom, Jeff was standing in the doorway, leaning on the door frame. Ten o'clock in the morning, and he was horny already. "Hey, cowboy," he said. "How about riding this bronco again?"
"I'd like that, Sir," I said. "A lot."
I followed him down the hall to the bedroom where he and Dewey were staying. I admired his tall, wiry body. His muscles seemed more like tight knots, instead of the supple bulges that you see on larger guys. His slender butt cheeks were tight little boxes that bounced vertically when he walked. I yearned to touch and feel every inch of him.
We went into the bedroom. Dewey was lying on the bed. It was a smaller room than the master suite that JT and I were sharing with Jim. The more confined space had a light trace of body odor hanging in the air. The previous night, Dewey had complained that Jeff's armpits were too stinky, and I had "cleaned" Jeff's pits by licking them thoroughly. But neither of them had taken a shower since then, and nobody was using deodorant during the weekend, at JT's request. The smell of the room was not overpowering. For me, it was just a teasing note of anticipation.
"Get over here on the bed, face down," Dewey ordered. "I want to play with those peaches."
I did as he instructed. Dewey had me face down in the middle of the bed. He and Jeff laid on either side of me, facing me. They each grabbed one of my ass cheeks by the hand. "Feel how spongy they are," Dewey said to Jeff. "He likes it when you play with them."
"Mm-hmm," I hummed. Most guys would call it an "ass" or a "butt" or a "bottom." And the pronoun would be "it." Dewey spoke of my ass in the plural: "peaches," with the pronoun "them." It was the same way that straight guys talked about female breasts. They called them "boobs" or "titties" or "melons." Dewey spoke of my ass that way, in that same playful tone of eagerness and coarseness. I loved it.
"Spread his peaches," Dewey said to Jeff. Dewey had my right hip under one hand, and Jeff had my left hip under one of his own hands. They pulled them apart.
"Look at that pucker!" Dewey exclaimed. "He's got a fucker pucker. Right between these two thick peaches. He's got a fucker pucker."
I felt the weight on the bed shift as Dewey moved around. Jeff told Dewey to put some Vaseline on his cock. "You'll hurt him if you don't," Jeff said to Dewey. "It doesn't work like a vagina."
It was clear that Dewey was about to fuck me. Once again, I began to slide into a kind of passivity. My asshole unclenched and dilated. I remembered how he had fucked me before. His dick was bigger than any of the others, and he fucked fast and hard. It was a good thing that Jeff had reminded him to put on Vaseline.
I was still face down on the bed. I felt the head of penis poking around to find my asshole. "Where's that pucker?" Dewey asked.
He found it and slid completely in with one smooth thrust. He was big, but not the kind of big that can cause an injury. I was already lubed, and like I said, Dewey's cocky, dominant manner caused my "pucker" to open up wide. It had a mind of its own. I felt no pain or discomfort, only sexual rapture.
I was immobile beneath him. I couldn't do anything with my hands, mouth, or body that would contribute to his pleasure. All I could do was lie there and enjoy the experience.
Dewey did not alter his speed, his force, or his angle of penetration. He was not creative; he was single minded. Each thrust was good, but it was the steady, uninterrupted nature of his thrusting that created a cumulative effect. This lasted for about three minutes, enough time for my balls to pump out a surprising amount of clear precum.
On the previous occasion, Dewey had hit his first orgasm quickly and loudly. That was true again on this occasion. He grunted and his steady pumping turned into some slow motion slamming. He used the f-word several times. Then he was done. He took a few seconds to catch his breath. Then he pulled out of me abruptly, and I reflexively yelped in protest.
But it only took about 30 seconds for Jeff to take his place. He also slid in completely in one frictionless thrust. It felt a little bit squishy after Dewey's big load. That oozy realization made me feel wild and decadent. I figured Jeff would be okay with "sloppy seconds," because he had eagerly fucked me at JT's place after I had already taken two loads.
Like Dewey, Jeff was flat on top of me. He was lighter than Dewey, but his wiry body also felt leaner and harder than Dewey's more supple muscles. His cock was a good size, but not quite as big as Dewey. Jeff pounded fast and hard, but not quite as fast and hard as Dewey. But once again, as with Dewey, Jeff's steady, even strokes had a cumulative effect on me. It was ecstasy, and it was craving, both at once. My eyes were closed. In my imagination, I pictured Jeff's sinewy body and his butt cheeks clenching with each thrust. I would love to have been in a room with a big mirror where I could actually watch him fuck me.
Dewey pulled up next to me on the bed. While Jeff continued to fuck me, Dewey maneuvered himself against the headboard, and suddenly pulled away my pillow, placing my head face down in his armpit.
My entire body shuddered. It seemed like electricity was flowing from my taint to the tip of my penis. My sphincter clenched Jeff's cock in a brief series of spasms. The reek of Dewey's armpit was overpowering. It was total penetration, with Jeff pushing his cock into my hole, and Dewey's aroma invading my senses and my lungs.
In addition to the feeling of being overpowered and fully penetrated by these two studs, I was impressed that Dewey had gone out of his way to force his armpit on me. He had just finished ejaculating, and I would have expected him to lose all interest and leave the bed, if not the room. But he had not lost interest; he just substituted his armpit for his penis. His domination and penetration continued, just by other means.
Jeff approached his climax by pounding me with the full force of his tight, hard body. I felt like I was a trampoline, and he was bouncing on me with each thrust. He gave a couple of long groans as his seed surged out of him and into me.
And then Jeff was still. His full body weight was flat on top of me, and his cock was still entirely embedded in me. I could feel him inhaling and exhaling. My face was still smashed into Dewey's armpit, which was now wet with my saliva. Jeff's uninterrupted fucking had put me so far into the zone that I had been drooling into Dewey's armpit for a couple of minutes. Once I realized where I was, I gently began to lick and slurp the mess.
"Good work, boy," Dewey said approvingly. Although I was very dazed, I tried again to memorize the smell and taste of Dewey's armpit. His pits had a more biting scent and flavor than anyone else. But the power of the aroma was not as strong as Jeff's.
Jeff finally hoisted himself off my body. My oozy rectum made a wet suction noise as he pulled out of me. He rolled over onto the side of the bed that was not occupied by Dewey. The bed was not large like the one in the master suite. I was sandwiched between the two studs, face down, my face still buried in Dewey's armpit. My body was completely limp and my mind was completely docile.
"My turn again," Dewey said after a moment. In other words, Dewey was ready to fuck me a second time. Only sixty or ninety seconds had passed since Jeff had withdrawn his cock. But my hole already felt empty and needy. If you've ever come out of a comfortable bath into cold air, then you know how much you want to get back into that warm water. That's how I felt in that moment. Without anal penetration, I was deprived and incomplete, and I wanted to get back to it.
Fortunately, Dewey was capable of going two rounds back-to-back. And as I had discovered the previous evening, the second round would be a longer ride. In an instant, he had mounted me again, and in the next instant, he had plunged his cock back into me. I exhaled a sigh of relief as my lusty craving was once again satisfied by Dewey's hearty and manly domination.
Jeff followed Dewey's example and wriggled his armpit under my face while Dewey pumped away like a giant mechanical piston. I had temporarily licked away Jeff's scent the previous evening. But now it was back, stronger than ever. The tide of pure testosterone engulfed me; Dewey and Jeff's unrelenting penetration inundated all of my senses.
"Hey, JT," Jeff said suddenly. "Did you come to join the party?"
Although my eyes were shut and my face was buried in Jeff's robust armpit, I realized my Master had entered the room.
"Ha!" he chuckled. "I assigned my boy to take care of your needs, and here you are taking care of his!"
Sam is getting thoroughly plowed by a couple of studs. JT had said that everyone can do whatever they want with Sam, so long as the doors remain open and others are free to join in the fun. Now that JT has come in through the open door, will he join in the fun?