Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2022 19:45:11 -0700 From: sean@seanreidscott.com Subject: The Captain and his Privates -- Chapter 8 The Captain and His Privates -- Chapter 8 NAVY SEAL KEVIN PROCTOR by Sean Reid Scott musclestimulus.com Make SURE TO SUPPORT Nifty with your monetary contributions. Authors like me DEPEND on your support. Donate here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you! HIS NAME IS KEVIN PROCTOR, and he's a Navy SEAL--Petty Officer Second Class. He's black, he's gorgeous, and he's huge. Huge in a really, really amazing bodybuilder-kind-of-way. The man is a god. A certified muscle god. And he's been my crush ever since I first laid eyes on him. The day he showed up in my SEAL team unit was the best day of my life. Of course, when I first met him, I had no idea which way he swung... or is it swang?... but as far as my fantasies about the man go, I couldn't even find a fuck to give. Could. Not. Give. A. Fuck. No, indeed. All I wanted was him. And his muscle body. Oh, I should probably tell you that I have a thing for guys who have a lot of muscles. And that's why Kevin Proctor rings all of my bells. I couldn't count how many times I've jerked off to him. Fortunately, my sexuality isn't a deal in the SEALS now. But that doesn't mean some guys don't get pretty macho about who gets to ogle them. You know? I mean, some guys just do not like other guys admiring their bodies. And to be honest, it's not like we whip it out and jerk off with each other (although it's happened). It hardly ever happens, tbh. So anyway... so far, I haven't been able to figure out Kevin's proclivities. I've never heard him use a slur against gays; I've never heard him talk bad about anyone actually. To be honest, the man is kind of quiet. He's one of the more Alpha SEALS in our team, but he earns his respect with quiet strength--another huge turn-on to me. I'm a man of few words myself. I'm respected in the team, but I'm smaller, more lithe... quick on my feet. And I think the guys respect my intelligence and dependability. Being a SEAL isn't easy, and each man has to earn his respect in his own way. Petty Officer Proctor gets insta-respect because of his build, honestly. I mean, the minute you see him--clothed or not--you can see that the man is one motherfucking solid man. Probably taller than six-and-a-half feet, and well on the top side of 275 pounds for sure, you know when you first see him... not to mess with him. Add to that, his quiet way of being--that obvious confidence... and his innate inner strength... and well, the man is an orgasm waiting to happen. And not only waiting, but, well... an orgasm done. Yeah, but I'm not going to go there right now. In short, though: Kevin Proctor is a stallion's stallion. Kevin is entering this year's IMSSPC--the Mr. Military Muscle. And I can't tell you how excited that makes me feel. I mean, I can't imagine anyone who could even come close to his physique. The man is total muscle. And stronger than ten oxen! Fuck. I've been present when he's gone head-on with each member of our team, whether it be arm wrestling, the "test of strength", or any kind of weightlifting... and there's no one who can come close to his strength. It's totally freaky. Anyway, the other reason I'm excited about Kevin entering the contest is that he's asked me if I'd help him prepare. Fuck--I didn't even think he knew I existed! Unfortunately, I think the reason he knows I exist is probably because he's caught me--more than once--stealing a look at him. So fuck, I dunno what that's all about... but it's crazy to me that he knows I like looking (shit, who wouldn't?), and yet he still wants me to help him out. Kevin is a loner for the most part. When we're not training, or doing SEAL kind of shit, he keeps to himself. So I dunno if he likes me or what. But I can dream, can't I? Of course, since we're in the same unit, all of us see each other in various stages of undress, and I've seen Kevin totally naked. Holy... holy... fuuuuuuuck the man is built. I don't think there's an ounce of fat on his entire body. And hung? I mean, come on. You would not believe it if I tried to describe how hung the man is. It's other-worldly! Kevin naked is the most god-like thing I've ever seen. In some ways, he kinda looks like a morph. I mean: Perfect. Enormous muscles... yet so perfectly shaped and proportionally gorgeous you just can't stop looking. And I think he kinda likes it when you do. I dunno. Because like I said, he knows I can't keep my eyes off him. Yet... for some strange reason, he still wants to be my friend! And yet again, he's really quiet and reserved. Anyway, the Mr. Military Muscle is next week. It's at Joint Base Lewis-McChord up by Tacoma, Washington. And get this: Kevin wants me to be his coach there! But I'm getting ahead of myself. I've been "coaching" him for the past few weeks, and for those of you who aren't familiar with the IMSSPC, it's not your grandmother's bodybuilding show. Besides the traditional bodybuilding stuff, there's strength competition. And then... well... I don't know how they get away with this, but there's sex, too. I'm serious. Anyway, I've been working with Kevin on all three of the competition things. Yep. All three. We started with the strength shit, then the bodybuilding. I'm just gonna put it out there that there is no one anywhere who will hold a candle to him. He flexed for me, and--I'm serious here--I came in my pants watching him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The man is a black god. It's like he could just LOOK at you, point his finger at you, and say, "come", and you couldn't help but obey. He could PULL your come right out of you. Not that he'd do that. But still.... The sex shit tho.... Kevin doesn't actually seem like the kind of guy who would be interested in doing that kind of stuff. But I dunno. He's 100 percent into winning. And I've been "helping" him get ready. Grandma would be shocked... that's all I'm saying. I was gonna write down, in some detail, exactly what my "helping" him has been like. But you wouldn't believe it anyway. So I'll just tell you that he and I are flying to Washington state in a few days; Tacoma; JBLM. I'll keep you informed. I honestly feel sorry for the other competitors. Seriously. If you don't believe me... that he's unbeatable... well, he asked me to take a few pics of him yesterday. So yeah... here's one... there, at the left. And well... ya think? -- SRS This story is free. Your appreciation is priceless. Please contact me. If you experience orgasm during the reading of this work, well... all the more reason to let me know how much you love me: sean@seanreidscott.com My very stimulating website: https://musclestimulus.com