Date: Sun, 08 May 2022 16:39:05 -0700
From: sean@seanreidscott.com
Subject: The Captain and his Privates -- Ch. 7

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The Captain and His Privates -- Chapter 7
MORE WITH MARINE SERGEANT AARON WEST
by Sean Reid Scott
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WHEN WORD SPREAD around base that Sergeant West was competing in the
Inter-branch Military Strength, Sex, and Physique (IMSSPC) contest
(Mr. Military Muscle), the question on everyone's mind was, who in the
world would ever have a chance against him?

I had never in my life seen anyone as buff and ripped as Sgt. West, and I
couldn't imagine anyone being even close to him in muscular
development. Not to mention the fact that my sergeant was the best-looking
muscle stud out there. Bar none. The man was a walking wet dream--and yes,
I know that's a total cliché, but it's literally the truth. I can't
think of anything that would describe him better. He's just walking'
around... all in his uniform... with those muscles bulging everywhere,
attaching himself to your psyche... and well, yeah... he's made me come for
sure. He's a literal walking Wet. Dream. I'm not ashamed to admit that
Sgt. West leaves me unable to conjure up any other visual metaphors.

Deal with it. The man numbs the mind, okay?

And I'd be the first to admit that I've had at least one orgasm per day,
fantasizing about him, ever since I'd been assigned to his unit. The man
pushes all of my desire buttons--and he's created new buttons in me that
only he could push! Our barrack's smelled like cum and sweat all the time,
so I know I'm not the only one under Sgt. West to felt this way. And
speaking of being under Sgt. West... holy fuck that's all I wanted in life
now.

But being one of many lowly privates in Sgt. West's unit, I knew he didn't
even know I existed--except when I missed a spot shining my shoes or when
something was out of place with my bed or such. The man never acknowledged
me, other than to give an order.

That was... until this week. And I thought I would die that he'd actually
approached me. "Private First Class Morris, report to my office at 1500
hours," he'd barked as I had passed by him at mess.

Who, me? I was immediately scared, intimidated, worried, excited,
enthralled, and most of all... hard. What would Sgt. West want with me? Had
he seen me stealing looks at him? Unlikely that he even cared about that,
since everyone who ever laid eyes on the man had to gawk and gawk. Like I
said, the man's physique was mind-numbing. Bigger arms than you can
believe; shoulders that basically required a "wide-load" permit wherever he
went; a set of pectorals that he probably got from some planetarium model
of the solar system--those things were like planets! And his legs... well
just fuck. I continually had fantasies of getting my head stuck between
those babies... I mean, what a way to go! He could probably crush propane
tanks with `em.

Add to all this, the man's golden-red short hair, searchlight-bright teeth
that dimpled his cheeks whenever he showed them off, and his golden-tan,
blemish-free skin that held ab.so.lute.ly. no fat... and you had my
definition of a muscle-sex god. And truth be told, even though the sergeant
was as tough as nails and someone no human would ever dream of crossing, he
seemed to have this kind of youthful exuberance that just wouldn't stop. He
was always the picture of authority with his men, but I'd seen him with a
few officers and other enlisted Marines... and he was... fun? He joked, he
teased, he slapped backs... he seemed to really love what he did... to
really love life. And regardless of which superior officer he interacted
with, even though Sgt. West always gave the respect his superiors deserved,
he was never intimidated. Not by anyone.

"Sergeant West. Yes, sir! I mean, Yes, sergeant, sir!" Oh fuck, I'd just
embarrassed myself to no end. You don't call a sergeant sir. But whenever
I'm around Sgt. West, I lose it. I just fucking forget which planet I'm
on. Fuck. I stood at attention, waiting for the reprimand... that never
came. Instead... was that a chuckle? All he said was, "Very well, Private,"
and then he moved on. What the fuck? I totally expected to face a
court-marshal or something.

So anyway, you can imagine that by the time I'd finished lunch in the mess
hall and had ruminated and worried on my bed in the barracks, when 1500
hours rolled around and I found myself entering Sgt. West's office, I was a
jumble of nerves. Nearly in a panic.

He was sitting at his desk. He wore his tan service uniform as usual, and
it must be said that Sgt. West in uniform is worse than the best porn you
could ever imagine. I mean... better than. Or whatever. Depends on your
perspective I guess. For me, it was worse, because the man gave me an
insta-boner all the time. And that's not something that's easy to hide in
your Marine uniform. At that moment, when I stood at attention in front of
him, my perspective was one of awe, and gut-punching lust. Not to mention
fear. I felt a fever coming on. Why was it so fucking hot in here? Damn,
the man did things to me that no man had a right to do. Except for
Sgt. West. He had the right to do anything he wanted to me. And I'd accept
it, no matter how inappropriate... no matter how lewd. In fact, the lewder
the better. Lewder? Whatever.

"At ease, private," he said, not looking up from whatever the hell
paperwork he was reading. His immense, lean forearms rippled as he held the
paper. Fucking fuck the man was all meat. His forearms were hairless, and
that was new. He usually sported a light coat of golden-blond hair on his
forearms. Either way, the man was so stacked and lean that I wanted to
eat. him. right.there.

I stood at ease.

Then he looked up at me. Of course, I stared straight ahead. But out of my
periph, I could see that blinging smile, and those deep-cut dimples. And my
stomach fell out. I'm sure it did. I would definitely need a trip to the
medic when I was done here. "Private, are you familiar with the IMSSPC?"

Am I aware? Fuck, I only jerk off every hour on the hour, thinking of you
just fucking dominating that competition next week! "The Mr. Military
Muscle competition? Yes, sergeant. Yes, I am, sergeant."

"Good. Then you may be aware that I'll be participating this year?"

"Yes, sergeant. I am. And may I say," I continued to stare at the wall
behind him, "you are obviously going to win it with no problem. Sir." Oh
fuck. Not again with the sir.

I could see him smile again. Would someone please just shoot me? I cannot
deal with how gorgeous this muscle man is. "Be that as it may," he said,
generously ignoring my faux pas once again, "I would like to do a bit of
last-minute training before next week." He stood from his desk, looked at
me, and said, "Please stand down, Morris."

I swallowed hard, and relaxed my stance.

"I'd like you to assist me, private."

Oh holy hell no. Just... no. I mean, while it would be some kind of dream
come true, being alone with Sgt. West, doing some kind of workout
training... Oh holy hell no. There's no way in all eternity that I could
maintain my composure under those circumstances. I pictured myself blowing
my load after just seeing Sgt. West take off his shirt! Seriously! I'd
never seen the man shirtless, but holy fuckin hell! I'd come so many
fucking times just imagining that, that I knew the reality would not be
something I could handle. Not if I had any hope of maintaining any kind of
self-respect.

"Morris?" He was looking at me with a stern glare.

"Oh, sorry, sergeant. I'm sorry. I was just... I--I was... Sir, yes,
sergeant!" I barked. "Happy to assist, sergeant!" I reflexively returned to
an at attention stance.

He chuckled. The fucker actually chuckled! "Morris. Stand down, dude. This
isn't an official assignment, man."

"I'm sorry, sergeant. I'm just... I'm sorry, sergeant."

He smiled and stood in front of me. I found myself leaning toward him; it
was like he created gravity. Warm, pulling gravity. Fuck it was hard to
look the man in the eyes. Regardless of how much he was trying to make this
little meeting informal, I just... couldn't. The man was frighteningly
intimidating. Mostly because he was everything I wanted. Everything.

"No worries, Morris. It's Matthew, isn't it?"

Oh hell. First name? Damn this was getting way too friendly. This really
was an unofficial little encounter. What the hell did that actually mean?
How the hell was I supposed to behave in this situation? You just didn't
get all friendly-like with a superior--regardless of whether he's an
officer or your enlisted sergeant. "Yes, sergeant. Pfc. Matthew
Morris... reporting for..." Oh fuck. There I go again.

He laughed. "Matthew.... Matt. Relax man. Are you alright?"

"I am decidedly not alright, sergeant," I managed.

He grinned. "Care to tell me why? What's up, man?"

I gave a very slow blink. This was humiliating. The man had no idea did
he. No idea what he did to guys like me. Fuck. I was toast. "Well,
sergeant..."

"Matt, stop with the sergeant for the duration of this conversation, okay?
You're off-duty as far as I'm concerned. This is a private convo. This is
not me being your sergeant now. Okay? Pizza. Think about pizza. Pretend
we're both out of uniform at some bar having drinks and pizza, okay?"

Do not suggest the imagery of out of uniform. "Okay. I'm... to be honest,
sergeant... I mean..."

"Aaron."

Fuck no. "Sergeant. I don't think I can do that."

"Okay, regarding that then, I order you. Back to regular rank stuff. I
order you to call me Aaron for the duration of this
conversation. Understood?"

"Understood, serg--Aa..." I dropped my eyes closed again. Oh
god. "Aaron. Oh fuck. I... I mean, oh fuck... Sir?"

He guffawed now. "Dude, has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

What the actual fuck? My eyes must have bugged out of my head while I
looked at him.

"That might not be appropriate on my part, but if you file a harassment
complaint against me, it'll just be your word against mine." He
smiled. "Besides, I do know why you're so flustered, Matt."

I wanted to crawl into a fetal position.

"But I want you to tell me, okay? What's got you all wound up like a top?"

A top? The man was purposely messing with me. "You, si--Aaron. You have me
all wound up. Oh god.... I'm kind of intimidate..." I sighed loudly. Might
as well let it all out. "I'm intimidated by you."

"Thank you," he said. And his voice was sincere. "I just wanted to hear you
say it. I appreciate your honesty."

"You knew that I'm intimidated? I mean... more than just the regular
private-to-sergeant indimidation?"

"I had a pretty good feeling. And I'm pretty sure intimidated is a kind of
euphemism, isn't it."

Yeah. This is where this was going. I was done for. I knew DADT had been
repealed, but maybe this was Sgt. West's way of sticking it to guys he knew
got off on him? Damn, I was doomed. Doomed I tell you. "It might be,
sergeant... I mean, it might be."

He leaned his butt against his desk; his muscle body was directly in front
of me. When he put his palms on the edge of the desk--at the sides of his
legs--and his giant triceps threatened to tear his tan short sleeves apart,
I couldn't help but stare.

He examined my face while I copped a look at his enormous guns. "You like
big arms, Matt?" He smiled at me.

Aaaaaand my gaze once again gave me away. Holy fuuuuuuuck. Please just let
me crawl out of here. I cleared my throat. "Your physique is
amazing. Obviously, that's why you're going to mop the floor at the
IMSSPC."

"You didn't answer my question."

I was getting in the habit of closing my eyes while I talked to
him. "Y--yes. I guess I... do."

"You do what?"

"I... I... like big arms, serg." Shit.

"Mine in particular."

Fuck. "Yes."

"What else do you like?"

"Sergeant?"

"Aaron."

"Aaron."

He grinned. "Just wondering if there's anything else on me you like looking
at."

"I--is this? I mean.... Why did you ask me to come here? Why do you want me
to assist you in preparing for the contest?"

"Because you're the best-built of all my privates. You obviously know your
way around a gym," he said. Now he folded his arms across that chest of
his. And his forearms--bigger than most guys' biceps for sure--rippled in
my face.

"I... we all know our way around a gym... Aaron." He was so playing with
me. Knowing how to lift weights had nothing to do with this. "You're
playing with me, aren't you." Admittedly, he was right, though. I was the
best-built guy in his unit. I was proud of my buff build. But of course,
Sgt. West had ruined any hope of me getting any kind of props for my
physique. No one compared to him, and although I was pretty stacked, I
looked weak and pathetic in comparison to him. Although I was used to
getting complimented for my muscles when I was at home, ever since I joined
Sgt. West's unit, no one ever said anything about my build.

"Perhaps," he smiled. "Maybe I just wanted someone who would
be... enthusiastic about this assignment."

"Is enthusiastic another euphemism?"

He smiled. I would never, ever get used to his smile. "Maybe. But still,
for this assignment, I just wanted someone who appreciated the hard work it
takes...."

"I thought this wasn't an actual assignment."

"Task. Opportunity. Whatever."

"Opportunity?" I asked. Fuck my cock was throbbing in my pants. Standing
just a few feet in front of me was the best-looking, best-built man you
could imagine. And he was engaging me. Me! And he was trying to be all
friendly and shit.

"Yes. Opportunity. For both of us to get to know each other... outside our
normal Marine roles. Just two dudes who both appreciate male physical
development."

What the fucking hell? Okay. To be honest, I was liking where this was
going. I mean, what the fucking hell! But was it some kind of trap or
something? "I... well, I have to admit a bit of trepidation. It's hard when
I'm with you... I mean, I am so shit right now...." My voice trailed
off. If this was him trying to get me in trouble or whatever... maybe just
find out for sure that I'm totally in lust with his body... I
dunno. Whatever this was, I was truly petrified.

"Matt, I give you my word as a Marine. I am not trying to call you out on
your attractions. Seriously. I'm telling you, as one gay dude to another, I
want to get to know you; I want to be your friend. I want you to enjoy
yourself around me, because I have a feeling I'm going to really enjoy
myself around you."

He's... g-gay? Oh holy shit....This was highly not normal. Highly
unusual. Highly out of order. Sure, out of uniform we can be civil and
friendly with other Marines and shit. But he and I were both decidedly very
much in uniform right now--regardless of how Sgt. West was trying to
characterize this. I sighed. "Fuck." It was a test, actually, my saying
that. If he truly was relaxing the Sergeant vs. Private roles here, me
cursing in front of him would be the perfect opportunity to find that out.

He laughed. He laughed! "Matt. Good, dude. Yeah, we're going to be
friends."

Like an amoeba can be a friend with a god. "Really? Why? Why me?"

"I already told you. Because I think you're gorgeous. And I know you're
gay. And I know you like what you see when you look at me. It makes me
all... tingly inside, man." And he shivered. He shivered! All shivery and
shit!

I make him tingly inside?

"It's nice to be appreciated, Matt. And your body's reaction to me tells me
I'm appreciated." He made an obvious glance at my crotch. "Am I right?"

"Oh, hell. This just isn't... Are you sure? I mean, really?"

"You need some time to figure this out?"

"I might," and somewhere inside me I found the strength to chuckle. "Yeah,
I might."

"Okay, you have fifteen seconds." He looked at his watch and moved behind
his desk. He sat down and checked his watch again. "Time's up."

I gave him a side-glance.

He smiled. "We good then?"

I inhaled, another big breath, and sighed, another big sigh. Then, again, I
blinked very, very slowly. "Yes. Aaron. We're good. I just don't want
to... I mean... you do have to admit it's... different. Unusual." I felt
goosebumps move all over my nervous body. To think that Sgt. West and I
could actually be... friends? "I just want you to know that I'm only
relaxing under duress. I honestly don't know the protocol here. You're my
sergeant. I'm just a private. I'm not familiar with how to ignore those
roles."

He laughed. "Relaxing under duress? How, exactly, does one do that?"

Once again, I closed my eyes in shame. "I... it's... this is all new. It's
very different."

"It is different. I'll grant you that. But you'll get used to it."

"I seriously doubt it, sergeant."

He chuckled. "You call me sergeant one more time and I'll have you
court-marshaled, Matt."

I laughed now. How was this happening? My god... I mean, Sgt. West was my
god! And he wanted to strip away all the rank stuff and be friends? And
speaking of stripping.... Holy hell I was never going to recover from this.

"But I won't have any favoritism in my unit, Matthew. This friendship takes
place only when we're alone. We'll be working on the Mr. Military Muscle
stuff. But whenever someone else is present, we will be sergeant and
private again. Whenever we're alone, though, I want us to forge a
friendship, okay?"

Alone. The word hit me like a train. And I liked the feel of the
impact. Fucking dayumn, ALONE with Aaron West. I'd need some kind of
therapy for sure. My feelings for the man were not healthy. They were
demented. I had an obsession with the man for crying out loud. This was
fucking scary. I just hoped he was as sincere as he seemed.





TURNS OUT AARON WEST WAS AS SINCERE as they come
when it concerned being my friend. And my life-altering obsession with the
muscle god started to turn into something so much more. I couldn't believe
that he actually initiated contact with me, repeatedly! He wanted to spend
time with me, and to get to know me! It was the most amazing thing I'd ever
experienced. Over the course of my life, I'd had innumerable crushes and
muscle-obsessions. And none of them ever knew I was even alive. But
now... now, Aaron West. It was the most cool and awesome thing of my entire
life.

We made sure to keep our friendship on the DL, of course. Favoritism was
not something that went over well in the Marines. So we were never obvious
about our budding friendship.

And it also turns out Aaron was definitely sincere about having my input
regarding the upcoming Mr. Military Muscle contest. I'd been to a few
bodybuilding competitions, outside of the military, but I'd never been to
the IMSSPC. And when Aaron told me about how it's not just a bodybuilding
contest--but that it includes a strength part, and a part that I actually
couldn't believe... sexual prowess. I mean, I for sure thought he was lying
through his teeth about that part, just to see how I'd react. Well, I
reacted with utter disbelief. I told him I wasn't as gullible as he
thought--that I knew there was no way in hell that the military would allow
such shit.

But he insisted.

And insisted.

Finally, he showed me a very private video of last year's contest.

I nearly swallowed my tongue. There, on his phone, were two guys--two
majorly-ripped muscle dudes--flexing and feeling each other out... and both
of them had total hard-ons! They were naked! And then they kissed. And
hugged... and then they started jerking each other off! I looked at Aaron
and said, "This can't be real. This is just some porno film you found on
the Web." And holy fuck what a porno film it was! I'd never seen anything
this good!

He showed me the military files on each guy--complete with official
pictures. Fuck, he wasn't shitting me! These two guys were in the US Armed
Forces! One was in the Space Force, and the other was a Marine. Holy
fucking hell!

Still, I shook my head in disbelief. "How... there's no way the military
allows this kind of stuff," I said.

"They do," he smiled. "It's all on the down-low though. Top Secret kind of
shit."

"How do they keep this stuff under wraps?" I asked.

"Threat of punishment," he said. "And I'm not talking about anything
official like a court-marshal or anything like that. It would be... more
serious than that, if someone leaked word of this."

I frowned.

"This part..." he held up his phone as reference, "this part takes place
after the strength and bodybuilding parts. In private. Only invited guests
are allowed."

"Holy fuck," I muttered. It was like the most unbelievably wonderful thing
in the world. I'd always wondered what it would be like if they held some
kind of competition where the muscle men "went at it" in ways that
were... well... unconventional like this.

"So, next Saturday, when the contest is held, you'll get to come to the
private session after the bodybuilding part. I got you admission."

"What? Really? I get to... wow!"

"Each competitor gets a ticket for whomever they want. You're going to
accompany me to JBLM in Tacoma. And you're going to watch. And you're going
to watch me fucking school whoever tries to get me off... and you'll watch
while I get him off."

I just shook my head, blinking. It sounded too good to be true. So sexual
and so hot!

"Come on," Aaron said. "It's time I exposed you to some of what you'll
see."

I hadn't even seen him take his shirt off yet; we hadn't done any working
out or anything together. So... so, this was going to be... amazing!

He told me to come to his private quarters that evening at 1900 hours. What
I didn't know until later that evening is that he'd filled out the
paperwork for me to be absent from roll that night. Well dang.





WHEN I ARRIVED AT HIS QUARTERS at 1900 hours, he had taken off his uniform
shirt and was wearing just his tan trousers and a white T-shirt. "Hey Matt,
what's up?" His smile was mesmerizing. The muscles under that tight T were
mind-numbing. I just let my jaw wag while I gaped at him. And of course, he
thought that was the funniest thing ever. "Pfc. Morris, I do believe you
have it bad for my muscles."

I just slowly shook my head. My cock had been hard for hours in
anticipation of spending the evening with Sgt. West... I mean, Aaron. Holy
hell the man was the epitome of perfect. Over-developed, but not grossly
roided-looking. Although it has to be noted, no one got a body like that
without help. I mean, fuck.... How he did it without ruining the look was
beyond me. His small waist was so gorgeous and it just emphasized the
hugeness of everything else. "It's Matthew, dude." I figured I'd make sure,
and confirm we both understood this was all an off-duty kind of thing.

He laughed, and I thought that maybe the world would stop spinning. "Can I
get you something? Beer? Something stronger?" he asked.

I definitely needed something stronger, but I wanted to be somewhat present
for this evening. "Beer's fine," I said. "Thanks."

He disappeared into the kitchen; I studied that wide back and taut ass
while he walked away.

"I know you're looking at my ass, Matt," he laughed.

"Only half right," I called back.

From the kitchen he called out, "Oh, you're a back man too, huh?"

"To be honest I..." should I admit this? Here goes nothing. "I... well,
there's not a body part on you that doesn't make me weak in the knees,
serg... man."

He emerged with two beers. He placed one on the table and held the other;
his biceps bulged, and his forearm muscles rippled like there were snakes
under the skin while he worked to unscrew the cap. He handed it to me. I
studied the bottle. It was not a screw-off bottle. He'd opened the bottle
with just the raw strength of his grip! "Holy fuck! How'd you do that?" I
gasped.

He chuckled and picked up his bottle. "Like this," he said. With one twist,
his forearms rippled again... and in seconds he had the cap off the second
beer.

"Fuck!" I repeated.

"It's all about strength, Matt. I'm pretty sure I have the strength and the
muscle/bodybuilding part of the competition locked down," he smiled and
took a swig.

"You think?" I said.

"And to be honest, I'm pretty sure I have the sex discipline part down
too." He motioned for us to go into his living room, where we sat on his
couch. "But that's one of the real reasons I've asked for your help. I want
to spend the next few nights making sure I can hold off, no matter what
kind of sexual torment you throw my way."

Sitting there, next to his muscle body, hearing him talk like that... made
my already uncomfortably hard cock stiffen even more in my pants. The thing
felt like it would crack. "Oh?" I managed to choke. "Um... so how will
that... that work?"

He smiled and drank down about half of his beer. "Actually, I think we
should just let it happen... organically. Just let you do what you want,
and see what you can do." He looked at me square in the eyes. "Sound good?"

I nodded. What was he hoping I was going to do? I mean... the video he
showed me was explicit. Beyond-belief explicit. And after he showed me that
first video, he'd sent me a few others, of other competitions, and holy
hell... the guys actually had anal! I mean, it was better than any porn
you'd ever want to see, actually. And he was thinking I was going
to... that he and I would... I just couldn't believe it.

When he'd downed all his beer, he put his bottle on his coffee table. He
scooted close to me--right next to me on the couch. Our legs touched, and
as I looked down at them, my legs looked like two twigs sitting next to two
phone poles! And I was definitely not the kind of guy to skip leg day!

My heart rate was off-the-scales. He obviously sensed my trepidation. "You
okay man?"

"Definitely not."

He laughed. "But you're gonna be okay, right?"

"Time will tell," I said.

"Well, there's no time like the present, Matthew." With that, he leaned
into me and kissed my temple. Then my cheek. Then he whispered, "Damn,
Matt, I am so hard right now. I've been thinking of you... and
me... together... all afternoon."

Holy, holy fuck. I looked at his crotch, and... fuck. Yeah, it looked like
he had a baseball bat in there. Shit, the man was huge everywhere.

He cupped my face in one hand, and turned me to his face. His swollen, red
lips brushed against mine. He played with me like this for a bit, then
finally invaded my mouth with his tongue while he gently kissed, and
kissed, and fucking kissed me. I kissed back, throwing all caution to the
wind. This was me, kissing Aaron West. On his couch in his living room. And
how the hell did a sergeant get his own quarters, like this? Not that I was
even thinking of that right then. All I could do was kiss him back, and let
one hand move over his big, hard shoulder as I did it. My cock was
sca-reeeeeaming.

We must have made out like that for I don't know how long. Then he softly
whispered in my ear, "I want you to make me come--to try to make me come,
while I resist."

I swallowed. He resumed kissing me, inventorying my mouth with his
tongue. And fuck, I started coming. In my pants. Without even touching
myself at all. No feeling, no fondling me, certainly no rubbing. Just
sitting next to Sgt.... Aaron, and kissing him. He made me come just by
kissing me. I was embarrassed beyond belief. And yet I kinda thought he
would like that.

Apparently, he realized what was happening, because he pulled back a bit
and looked at me with big eyes. "You're coming? Seriously? Already?" His
smile almost melted away my embarrassment. Almost. Still, he was amused
with me. Fucking hell... the fact that the man even knew I existed still
hadn't made itself at home in my brain. How much more could I take? The man
not only knew I existed, he thought I was good looking! And he kissed me!
And he chuckled at my lack of self control! This must be what Heaven is
like. Spending alone-time with god Himself... and having the ability to
make him laugh! And hard!

Of course I couldn't answer him. Basically, I just couldn't. And really, I
didn't need to. It was pretty apparent what I felt about the man.

He pressed on my pulsing, ejaculating cock through my pants. And I thought
I was going to die. His grip on my shaft increased, and he "helped" me
finish off by giving me resistance. Basically, the last half of my orgasm
was Sgt. West jacking me off in my pants. I was seeing stars.

"Nice, Matt," he said. He left his hand on my crotch. "Good thing you're
not in the competition, dude," he chuckled.

"No doubt," I said. My face was hot. I knew it was redder than a fire
truck. I was breathing so hard.... Between gasps, I said, "There's no way I
could hold off, not with you in the contest."

"Obviously," he chuckled, squeezing my erection one more time. "But fuck,
it's hot to see you do that. I mean, to be honest, knowing I was able to
make you do that--without even touching you there--you're such a
turn-on. I'm pretty sure you're going to be torturing me to hold back
tonight."

"Fuuuuuuck," I said. I looked down at my crotch. "I should... go and clean
up...."

"No. Don't. I want to see if I can get you to do it again. So fucking hot,
Matthew. By the end of the night, I want to see just how much jizz you
shoot... for me."

Shit. Talk about even more humiliation. But truth be told, I'd do anything
to spend time like this with this man. I sighed. It started to sink in that
I was here for a purpose--to try to get Aaron off. To make him come... even
as he had just done to me. That seemed like an impossible task, given the
self-control the dude seemed to have. But my purpose here was to try and do
just that. And damn if I wasn't going to give it my best shot, you know? I
leaned into him.

"Damn, yeah," he said. We kissed some more, and hell I found my hands
moving all over his T-shirt-clad upper body. Dizzying. The man had so much
muscle that he gave me vertigo. Or whatever. It was disorienting. I know my
hand was trembling, but I couldn't help it. I touched his small
waist... his abdominals. You could actually feel the individual mounds
through his shirt. While we continued to kiss, I slipped my hand around his
waist, and then I moved it upwards. I was scared out of my mind at what I
was about to do, but my cock was doing the thinking now. I moved my fingers
up and began to touch the cantilevered overhang of his chest as it hung out
over his small lower torso. Holy fuuuuuuuck! I couldn't believe I was doing
this! I couldn't believe what I was feeling!  I couldn't believe he was
letting me feel out his pecs! Any bodybuilder--amateur or pro--would die to
have a body like his, and I was here, being intimate with him! While our
tongues fell over and over each others', I moved my hand over so that my
fingertips felt out a protruding nipple.

He moaned into my mouth at that. Nice. Apparently I'd found
something. Something that Aaron liked. Something that made him... weak?
Heck-fire I was gonna remember that.

I moved my hand higher, and soon I was feeling out the enormous shelf of
his chest. It was so hard and... huge. I groaned into his mouth. He seemed
to like that I was enjoying this. I kept moving my hand over and around his
pecs, and I swear I wasn't sure what was real anymore. Back and forth. At
one point, Aaron rolled his pecs for my hand on top of the
fabric... slowly... seductively.

And fuck. I'd just come... not three minutes earlier... and guess
what. Fucking fuck. I could feel the warm jizz filling my pants once
again. This time it wasn't as jerky. It was more of a steady stream, and
hell... where was all of this fluid coming from?! I was filling my
pants. We kept kissing; he kept flexing and dancing his pecs under the
very-tight T; I kept enjoying the sensation of having my hand move over his
chest like a fishing boat moves over the waves of the ocean.

And my pants were now filled with two orgasms-worth of my semen.

"Aaron two, Matt zero," he chuckled when he broke the kiss. His
bright-teeth grin told how pleased he was... and not only because he found
it hot, but because he was so fucking competitive. I knew he loved the
power he held.

Yeah, apparently he had sensed my second one. While I wanted to crawl into
a hole, even more I wanted to crawl into bed with this physique and cuddle
and kiss until the moon crashed into the earth. That's a thing, isn't it?
Regardless, I know this is totally off-the-wall here, but shit... I was now
officially madly in love with Aaron West. Danger Will Robinson!

Of course the fucker still wouldn't let me clean up though.

"You're a fucking damn good kisser, man," he said as his blue-green eyes
pierced my soul.

"Shit. You make me want to kiss every inch of your body, man."

His face lit up then he relaxed it. "Well, what's stopping you?"

Dayum.

He took my hand and slipped it under his shirt. Again, the definition of
his abs was just insane. Instinctively, I moved my hand higher. He was
warm. And so fucking hard.

"Maybe I should have had you take a break though," he said softly between a
new barrage of tender kisses on my cheeks, jaw, and neck. "You're probably
gonna come again, now that your hand is under my shirt."

"Uh-huh..." I acknowledged. "And it's all your fault."

"I'll take the blame," he chuckled.

"Well fortunately," I said between kissing him back, "I'm not the one in
the competition. So I can come all night long, man."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Mmmm-hmm," I agreed.

I took his nipple between my thumb and fingertip; he moaned again,
and... he actually shuddered.

"Ooooohhh," I said softly. "Big, strong Sergeant Muscles has a thing for
having his nips teased?"

"Fuuuuuck, Matt. Your touch is so hot."

"Hmmm.... Well, we obviously have found an area of interest. Might have to
make sure you're able to withstand someone tweaking your titties, big
muscle man."

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, you found... a weak... spot, dude."

Suddenly the image of some big muscle guy feeling out Aaron's muscles
filled my mind. And while that image definitely made my sopping-wet cock
jump and tighten, I actually got a sick feeling in my stomach. I didn't
really want someone else to know Aaron's body like that. Fuck, I hadn't
even seen the guy naked yet, and I was becoming possessive? Shit. That
sounded... serious. Seriously dangerous.

Aaron slipped his fingertips inside my pants. I could feel him dancing
around in there, feeling my pubes, scooping up some of my come... He
brushed against my rock-hard cock too. "Fuck, Aaron. Unless you want to
totally dehydrate me even before we get your shirt off, you're gonna wanna
not touch my cock like that."

"Hmmm... little Pfc. Muscles has a weakness too?" he chuckled. And all
during this time, we kept tenderly kissing each other. And I moved my hand
under his shirt to feel his massive, hard, warm pectoral. Shit, the
cleavage! His shaved chest was insanely full of big, hard, mounded muscle!
Goddamn! I couldn't believe this! This was more than every single wet dream
I'd ever had! And he'd called me Pfc. Muscles. Well, thanks for that,
man. But even though I took pride in my body, pawing all over this muscle
god I knew his statement was basically laughable. Not only was I not in
this guy's league, I wasn't even in his universe!

We continued like this for a while longer. At some point I found myself
totally on top of him, spread out the length of his couch. Obviously the
man was a total Alpha, but he seemed to like letting me climb him. And lay
on top of him. His erection in his trousers was... like everything else
about him... enormous. I pushed mine into his, and we both canted our hips,
frotting and groaning against each other. And we for fucking sure both
loved kissing and cuddling. Damn, this was so hot. "I want to take off your
shirt. Fuck, I want to feel all your muscles against me," I said while I
lay totally on top of him.

"You don't hear me arguing with that idea."

Alrighty then. Even though I was on top of him, I started to tug on his
shirt, trying to get it up. He let me. When I finally got it up, and he
partially sat up and pulled it all the way up, over his head, I just
couldn't believe it. "Hooooooly... shit Aaron! You're beyond...." Here I
was on top of this perfect specimen of bodybuilding
perfection... Perfection... The man had no flaws. And his muscles were more
ripped, gargantuan, gorgeous, and lean than anything I'd ever, ever
seen. And definitely more than I'd ever felt!

He leaned back, totally horizontal on the couch, and I lay back on top of
him, gently kissing him. You'd think that I'd have exhausted my store of
seminal fluid. But you'd be wrong. I'm laying on top of the most perfect
muscle god in the universe, and once again, I'm filling my pants. Just
astounding, the effect he has on me.

"Shit, Matt. Where's your self control man?" he chuckled as my third orgasm
within the past half hour rolled through me.

"Don't... fuuuu..." I groaned between jerks into my sopping
underwear. "I... Shiiiiiiit...."

He wrapped his tremendous arms around me tightly while I came and came over
him. It would have been mortifying if it hadn't been the hottest thing I'd
ever experienced in my life. When I finished, I dropped my head onto his
shoulder and panted. His chest rose and fell under mine.

It wasn't even 20:00 hours, and I was exhausted.

"You're thinking pretty loudly," he said.

"Oh? So what were you hearing then?"

"You're wondering how you're going to last all night."

"All night? Well, I hadn't even considered all night," I said. "But yeah, I
was totally wondering how long I can last with you before they need to cart
me off to the medic."

His body resonated under me with his laugh. "Don't worry. I'll take care of
you. I have plenty of water, man. And yes, you are staying here all night."

I jerked my head up.

"Yep. Paperwork's all turned in."

"But... sergeant. What about the favoritism thing?"

"Stand down, private," he chuckled. "Where you are tonight is on a
need-to-know basis. And no one else needs to know. Besides, this has all
been approved by Colonel Nelson; he told me I could do whatever is
necessary in order to win."

Apparently I was necessary. I rested my head on him again, relishing in the
warmth of his muscles. His body was a heat factory... hard yet so fucking
gorgeous and inviting. I sighed.

"Take another minute, Matt. Then we'll get up and get some water. We can
head into my bedroom then. We have some more work to do to make sure you
test me to my full sexual limit."

"Shit, yeah."



-- SRS




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