From: moby12345@aol.com (Moby12345)
Subject: The PRIME Mission (M/M, fantasy)
Date: 30 Jan 1996 19:58:09 -0500

The following story depicts behavior between consenting (well, almost)
adult men over the age of 18.  If you are under 18 or if you are not
comfortable in reading such material, please stop now.

The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 1

The rain poured down in sheets that Monday morning as Jack Carison ran
across the compound and entered the Fort Craig Command Center.  He shut
the large oak entry doors and leaned back, trying to catch his breath
and
to collect his thoughts.  It had been a long ten months since the idea
of
the PRIME Mission first occurred to him.  He remembered it well -
exactly
2 days after the first positive test results came in on SDL, his secret
research.  It had taken those ten months, in spite of the constant
pressure he put himself through, to work out all the details, to prepare
for any unforeseen problems.  But, permission from Washington of the
go-ahead came in last Friday.  Today Jack was making the final
preparations, completing the inspection of his hand-picked volunteers
(at
least they thought so).  Tomorrow the mission begins.

Standing there, in those few short moments, reflecting on the day's work
ahead, he could feel a dull excitement deep in his asshole.  He flexed
his
taunt asscheeks to control the desire.

"Soon ...", he mused.

The guard at the front desk watched Jack, his hand frozen in midair,
still
holding the mail he was sorting when Jack walked in.  Jack was worth
watching, especially now that the rain had soaked totally through his
snug
fitting uniform.  Jack wasn't a big man, standing only five feet seven,
but his body more than made up for any lack of height.  Broad rock-hard
shoulders, a full chiseled chest and tight bulging muscular arms
dominated
his stature.  Jack's extremely narrow waist accented his lean trim hips
and his magnificent ass - two high set, rounded cheeks which managed to
stretch any reasonably sized slacks he could find.  Now, centered
between
those tightly indented ass checks, the rain soaked pant material clung
and
dipped into the deep dividing crack.  Below extended flaring thighs,
corded with muscle; down to the wide calf muscles that pushed against
the
thin material of his pant legs.

The guard wasn't looking at Jack's ass though.  His eyes were locked on
the thick long bulge that pushed down along Jack's right inner thigh. 
As
he stared, he was positive he saw that fat tube thicken and stretch
further down Jack's leg.  The guard felt his own ample crotch tighten,
throb and swell, as he stared.  He couldn't believe this sight!  Since
the
first day he was transferred to this station, his work days had been one
long slow moving bore.  He had noticed Captain Carison in the hall, but
had been unable to check him out up close.  Now, the man was spread out
in
all his masculinity, not more than ten feet away.  But he did not really
see the whole man.  All he could focus on was the Captain's wet uniform
as
it clung to every inch of that hard body ... clung to every inch of the
fat cock bulge between his legs.  The Captain's wet pant material was
pasted across the expanse of his muscular thigh, then rose suddenly to
fit
the growing shaft of his blood filled cock.

The guard wasn't able to look up - to see if Jack saw his obvious focus
of
interest.  He didn't care at that point.  All he could see was cock -
big
fat meaty cock.  It must have been a good three inches across!  The
guard
felt a deep guttural moan rise in his throat and his chest tighten as he
stared.  He could even see the outline of thick blood vessels
crisscrossing the Captain's cock, pushing against the thin cotton.  They
extended down the stalk to the wide flaring ridge of the cockhead, about
eight inches along the Captain's thigh.  The guard instinctively leaned
forward against the desk that separated him from the entryway, pushing
his
own seven inch cock into the hard wood.  The pressure made his tool rock
hard and ache, his balls tighten.

Just then he saw the Captain's ass flex, and that cock bulge stretch
even
more.  He couldn't help it, that deep moan broke from his throat.  It
broke the spell!  Jack looked up and saw the flushed guard staring at
him
.... at his crotch ... at his cock.

"Private!  What's your name?", Jack asked in a harsh tone.  Jack
actually
wasn't angry, but it never hurts to shake the kid up a little.  And a
good
looking kid he was, Jack thought - looks to be about nineteen, with that
farm-feed all American charm.  Probably straight out of Iowa, Jack
thought.

"Andrews, SIR!  Ahh...... Private Andrews".

Andrews could feel his own cock pulse hard, his balls tighten even more. 
His cock actually ached.  He desperately wanted to grab onto it and
squeeze, it hurt so much.  Instead he leaned harder into the desk, to
relieve the pressure.  It didn't help.  He only succeeded in pushing
against his hot heavy balls and force his stiff rod to strain against
the
desk.  The rigid outline of his cock was obscenely apparent.  He
couldn't
help what was happening to him.  He felt dizzy and chilled.  The cold
sweat was pouring from his damp hairy armpits.  He had always been
hung-up
on hard tough men who talked down to him.  He supposed that was why he
felt drawn to the service and joined up.  There was always a man yelling
orders wherever you turned.  Those men were proud of their sweaty hairy
hard bodies, their tight molded uniforms showing off their rippling
muscles, barking commands at the other men.  And this Captain Carison
was
one tough officer with muscle, hair, ... and a man's fat long cock to
match.

"Well, Private Andrews.  I seem to have a problem", Jack said, toning
his
voice down a bit.  He paused deliberately, watching as the Private's
eyes
slowly traveled back down Jack's body, stopping at the junction of his
wet
beefy thighs.  Jack couldn't help his own reaction - it was almost
automatic - his fat dripping cockshaft flexed in its wet confines.

" YES SIR!  Anything I can do, SIR!  Any......?", the Private's voice
caught in his throat.  Jack's cock pulsed again.  Jack was starting to
enjoy this.

The Private was besides himself.  He knew he was staring and he knew
Jack
knew.  But he couldn't help himself.  That COCK!  It was so big, and so
fat.  He could see the Captain's pants clinging to every hot inch.  He
swore he could even distinguish the wide piss slit at the tip of that
blunt cockhead.  The pant material seemed darker there, darker than just
wet from the rain.

"Ahhhhh. SHIT!", Andrews said to himself.  The thoughts spun in his
head.

"It's leaking!!! .... That fat cock, that big mother dick!"

"Wet .... hot, fat, wet cockhead, it's dripping ..."

"Ahhhh ... shit!  Dripping hot cum, pumping thick cum!"

"Private!", Jack broke the kid's daze, "Yes, I think you CAN help."

"Bring me a clean dry lab uniform.  I'll be in my office.  Room 132."

And with that, Jack turned and strode off down the hall.

Andrews was stunned.  It took a minute before he was able to regain his
composure.  He fumbled with the phone, calling his stand-in down in
Supply.  With that take care of, he rushed around the corner to the
Control Status Lab to get a fresh uniform for the Captain.  His thoughts
were awhirl.  He did notice, however, that his own cock still ached.  It
hadn't lost a bit of its hardness.

                      ****

Jack's desk was just as he left it Friday afternoon.  He had finished
all
the necessary reports and final supply requests for the start of the
mission.  They were still neatly piled on his desk pad.

He was immediately drawn to the top folder, marked PERSONNEL.  Jack has
spent his last four months well.  He had reviewed the records of all
local
military staff - male staff, that is, within a five hundred mile radius
of
Fort Craig.  He was looking for just the RIGHT nine men who would
accompany him on the mission.  After all, that was the REAL reason for
the
mission - the RIGHT MEN!  Not the horseshit he fed Washington as
justification.

His nine hand-picked men were to report this morning sharply at eight
for
their final testing.  Jack was sure that they would pass.  The mission
was
"GO" for tomorrow morning.

Jack began to feel the dampness of his wet uniform.  He removed his
jacket.  He could still feel his heavy cock stretched and swollen down
his
thigh.  He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, but did not pull it
off.  He ran his hands inside his shirt, across his damp hairy chest. 
Jack never failed to enjoy running his fingers lightly through the heavy
growth of black chest hair - softly pressing and inspecting each
rippling
ridge of muscle.  His fingers brushed across his left nipple, hidden
under
the mass of kinky hair, and felt the large dark peak stiffen and push
upward.  A chill ran down his spine and dipped down into his asshole. 
He
involuntarily flexed his taunt ass and felt his cock respond again by
stiffening even more past its present swollen nine inches, dripping more
pre-cum.  Jack was horny - horny deep down.  It would take a hell of a
lot
more to satisfy him, than just dumping one load.
As he kicked off his shoes, he looked down and saw his hot rod making an
incredibly huge tent in his wet pants.  He palmed the stiff cock through
the material.  He squeezed the fat throbbing cockhead and felt it drip
more pre-cum.  His large heavy balls churned in their wrinkled hairy
sack.
 Jacked groaned, but continued to remove his wet cold clothes - his
socks,
his belt.  He was just opening the top button of his slacks when there
was
a knock at his office door.

"Who is it"

"Andrews, sir.  I have that dry lab suit".

"Come in", replied Jack.

Andrews opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks.  His mouth fell
open as he took in the sight Captain Carison presented.  There was
Carison, that tough no-bullshit, built hunk, standing in his bare feet,
his wet shirt open showing his hairy muscular chest, his large brown
pointed nipples pushing against the shirt material.  The Captain's
rippling stomach, indented by a deep navel was fully exposed.  His thick
black swirling chest hair trailing down in a straight line, dipped into
the clinging slacks.  Andrews could see that the huge bulge of Carison's
crotch had not diminished - if anything, the Captain's thick meaty
veined
cock was even more prominent.

"Come in, damn it!  And close the door!"

"YES SIR!"

"Here, hand me that suit .... and hang all these wet things over there
on
the couch."

Andrews handed over the white lab suit.  He bent down to pick up the
discarded clothing Jack has tossed on the floor.  As he gathered them
up,
he looked up.  From that position, the Captain towered over him.  Jack
stood directly in front of Andrews.  He knew Andrews was still staring
at
him - at his crotch.  He made a deliberate move to reach for the zipper
on
his pants and drew it down very, very slowly.  He could see the Private
licking his lips in his nervousness.

Jack's thick cockstalk pushed out through the opening.  When the fat,
mushroom head trailed out, his full ten inches of hot cock meat arched
out
from his thick curly cockbush.  A syrupy stream of drooling pre-cum
smeared the large head and visibly dripped to the floor.

Neither Jack nor Andrews moved.  Their concentration was centered on
Jack's big mantool.  Slowly, however, each looked up until they were
staring into each other's eyes.  Jack was desperate to have his heavy
hot
load of cum drained from that drooling cock.  Andrews was flushed and
hot.

Their eyes still locked, each seemed to lean toward the other, until the
fat mushroom head of Jack's cock brushed wetly against Andrews' sweaty
lips.  Andrews was breathing very heavy and his hot breath cascaded
across
the wet hard cockhead.  He could smell the musky odor of mancock, cum
and
sweat.  He breathed deeper, his nostrils faring at the heady smell, spit
drooling from his parted lips fell across his chest.

Both men were frozen in time.  Andrews slowly parted his moist lips, his
hot wet tongue moving forward to touch the streaming juices from
Carison's
cock.

Jack's body was numb except for his focus on the warm, sloppy wet tongue
lapping lazily at his aching ten inch tool.  The tension built until he
could stand it no longer.  He grabbed Andrews head, and pulled him
forward, forcing his wide cockhead into Andrews' stretched mouth and
across that hot wet tongue into the deep channel of Andrews' tight
throat.

"SUCK, Private ... SUCK MY COCK!"

Andrews suddenly turned into an animal.  The flood gates were opened. 
His
only thought was cock - that big fat drooling cock - all ten steel-hard
inches.  And what it promised him.  Both men slid to the floor in front
of
Jack's desk.  Jack thrusting his narrow sweaty hips up into the
Private's
hot sucking face.

"Ohhhh man .... feels so goooood ... so hot ... so fucking good!"

"Wet ... EAT ME!!! .... Eat my big cock!"

"Ahhhhh .... suck, suck, .... SUCK,   SUCK THAT COCK!"

"Yessssssss .... drain my balls,  my big fat hairy balls ... suck it!"

"Ohhhhhh .... ughhhhhh .... soooooo gooooood ..."

Andrews sucked and slurped.  His only world was cock - fat, hard cock. 
His tongue washed across the wide drooling mushroom head.  Up and down
....
up and down, he sucked.  Tight hot lips and tongue caressing the fat
head,
the long thick hard stalk, nibbling at the hairy balls when his nose was
pushed into the damp cockbush; then back up again - inch after inch of
pulsing cockmeat.  His hands were busy too.  He couldn't get enough of
Jack's body.  He pulled Jack's hard flexing ass to his face; he rubbed
the
down covered ass cheeks and ran his fingers into the deep, dark, moist
hairy crack - against the wrinkled, pulsing, puckered hole deep in the
center.  He couldn't believe the heat, his fingers encountered.

"Ohhhhhhh .... man, suck, suck, suck that cock!", Jack mumbled.

"Deep ... deep in your throat ... Ahhhhhhhh ..."

"Suck, suck ... so hot ... go good ..."

Andrews sucked, driving that ten inch rod again and again deep into his
throat.  His hands moved up Jack's body, across Jack's tight stomach, up
onto the heaving, sweaty chest.  He curled his fingers in the mass of
black chest hair.  He found the two hard nipples and pinched and pulled
at
them.  He flicked his fingers again and again across the hard nubs.

"Aghhhhhhhh ....!!!", Jack writhed on the floor.  He was so fucking
turned
on!

"Yeaaaaaaa ... suck .... eat it .... EAT IT!!!!"

Jack's strong muscled legs started to twitch.  His big fat goose-egg
balls
churned in their wrinkled sack and pulled close to his body.  The hot
thick cum was boiling in his hairy balls.  It pushed and churned its way
up to the base of his fat mancock.  His whole body went rigid.  The
burning heat of his large syrupy load stung deep in his shaft.  He was
about to rip Andrews' head off with a huge hot load.

"Ughhhhhhhh ... ughhhhhhh ... tooooo sooooon ... too soon ..."

"Ugh ... ugh ... Ahhh suck, suck ... SUCK ..."

"Here it comes!! ... now, now ... NOW!!!!"

Andrews struggled to drag the long rod out of his throat, lapping at
each
swollen hard inch.  He could feel the stalk get harder and thicker if
that
was possible.  He used all of his strength to hold Jack's shaking hips
in
place.  As soon as the head reached his tongue, he bathed it in hot wet
spit - the drooling bloated head pulsed at the treatment.

The first steaming bolt of cum shot against the back of Andrews' mouth. 
The second washed along his tongue.  One right after the other, bolt
after
bolt of hot sweet tasting cum.  It swirled in his mouth, mixing with his
hot spit.  He swallowed again and again.  There was too much!  It leaked
from the corners of his tight sucking lips and slid down the pulsing ten
inch cockstalk to puddle on Jack's tight hard balls.


The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 2

It was almost nine o'clock as Jack hurriedly strode down the brightly
lit
corridor to the medical wing.  He was late.  The men would already have
started their final check.  He had wanted to be there from the
beginning. 
As he walked along, the white lab suit he was now wearing pinched at his
thighs.

"Shit!", he thought.

"That fucking cocksucker got this suit too small!"

Then again, Jack's clothes were always pinching his meaty thighs.  All
his
clothes were stretched to the breaking point across his flaring tight
asscheeks.  The overall effect always highlighted not only that
magnificent ass, but also shaped and molded every hot inch of Jack's
cock
and balls.

He reached the Medical Processing room, and stopped before the double
swinging doors.  Looking up, he saw the big red backlit sign:
ADMITTANCE TO AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

"Well", he thought, "this is it."

He took a deep breath and pushed through into the large processing room.

Across the room from the entry, and beyond the array of every medical
device yet conceived, stood the MEN - their backs to Jack.  They were
all
stripped down to regulation shorts and tee-shirts.  Jack quickly scanned
the line.

"Yea", he thought, "I was right about every one of them ...".

"... even though they may not realize it themselves."

What Jack was seeing, was the apparent selection each and every man in
line had made as to the size of their regulation underwear.  Each was
wearing at least one size too small - some even more, he expected.  The
thin tan fabric stretched and molded against every curve and dip of
their
bodies.

Jack felt a tightening in his gut.  He was looking forward to the start
of
this mission.

Now that he saw all nine beefy MEN together, he wasn't sure he could
wait
the twenty-four hours before it all began.

He strode across the room to the assembled group.

"ATTENTION!", barked the medical orderly who first saw Jack approach.

All nine MEN snapped to attention together.  Jack stepped forward and
scanned down the lineup.

"Amazing ...", he thought, "perfect!  What a group of studs!"

"At ease, men", said Jack.

"I want to thank you all for agreeing to undertake this mission."

"I am sure you won't regret your decision.  It should prove very
interesting."

"Immediately following your final med-check, we will meet in briefing
room
four, to cover last minute details and equipment checks.  Then it's
rest,
until tomorrow.  Sharp at 0700."

"Any questions you have will be addressed at the briefing.  Until then,
carry on!"

Jack had to tear his eyes away.  He could feel the blood pumping back
into
his ten inch cockmeat.  Just looking at these hung hairy MEN was
igniting
his fires.  He forced himself to turn and walk away.  With each step,
thoughts of tomorrow rushed through his brain.

"There'll be time", he thought, "to suck and lick at every square inch
of
every fucking stud.  And I intend to know every twist and turn of every
fucking muscle!"

                         *****

Jack has a lot of work to do, but he made a snap decision to put it off. 
The MEN, his MEN, were foremost in his mind right now,  When he left the
Processing room, he turned left, away from his office.  He had to see
more! ... and right now!

He cut down the next corridor and went through the blood testing lab. 
It
connected to the main Processing lab and its examining rooms.  To the
right was a closed and locked metal door.  He went directly to it,
unlocked it with his master key and stepped inside, making sure the door
was closed behind him.  It was the old observation station.  No longer
used, it was packed with boxes of medical supplies.  There was just
enough
room to stand to one side, looking out through the old one-way mirror
into
the examining room.  It was dim inside the small station, but a clear,
well lit view of the examining room was before him.

Just then the young medical orderly walked into the examining room with
the first of his MEN - Private Robert Anderson.  "Mack" Anderson dwarfed
the young orderly.  Jack's mind flashed back to the Personnel file on
his
desk.

Anderson, Robert (Mack) - Private:
29     six foot two     210
hair - brown; eyes - brown
married
field - electronics

Those were the formal stats.  The important statistics were:
married - yes, but gives every indication that he can be had!
big hairy stud, with a huge basket!  and a body that doesn't quit!

Standing in the examining room not more than five feet away, Mack looked
true to his real stats.  His big muscled chest seemed about to rip his
thin tee-shirt apart.  Long tuffs of brown chest hair could be seen
swirled underneath, with strands pushing out at his neckline.  His
regulation shorts clung to his narrow hips.  His crotch was monstrous! -
so big, the shorts parted at the fly, with a thick growth of very dark
brown cockhair pouring out.

Jack's mouth watered.  His asshole started to itch.

They entered one at a time, were examined and left.  Jack's blood got
hotter and hotter.  His big cock was rigid, and leaking - this morning's
blowjob forgotten.  Parading before his eyes were the nine humpy MEN he
had spent months searching for.  Hot flashes were spinning through his
brain.  He wanted to break through the one-way mirror and fall to his
knees, sinking his face into each and every hung crotch that came though
the door.

Parks, William (Bill) - Private:
27     six foot one     195
hair - curly brown; eyes - green
single
field - mechanics
.... sporting a cock so big its fat head peeked out below the legs of the
shorts.

Wilson, Adam - Private:
25     six foot zero     235
hair - blond; eyes - blue
single
field - geology
.... ex-football stud, nicknamed "Jock" with a body whose muscles had
muscles!  The muscle between his legs was big enough to rip even an
extra-large jock to shreds.

Johnson, Andrew - Private:
24     six foot one     195
hair - auburn; eyes - gray
single
field - biology
.... tall, thin wiry dude.  Would fit right in on any Western range - a
cowboy from way back ... and a monster cock bulge that extended almost
to
infinity.

Moore, David - Private:
19     six foot zero     180
hair - blond, almost white; eyes - hazel
single
field - student, biology
.... the perfect swimmer's build, except for the mound between his legs
would add a lot of drag in the water.

Lee, Michael - Private:
30     five foot ten     190
hair - black; eyes - black
married
field - technical support
.... a specimen of masculinity - deep brooding eyes - rugged all-around
man
- muscles that seemed to flex even when he was standing still -
including
the muscle Jack really cared about.

Gold, Larry - Private:
18     five foot eleven     175
hair - brown; eyes - brown
single
field - cook
.... this was ripe virgin territory!  The kid sported the most "I want to
be fucked" ass Jack had ever seen.  And a crotch that said he was also a
man.

Williams, Donald - Private:
27     six foot one     225
hair - brown; eyes - brown
divorced
field - exMP
.... actually, field: STUD - that's the only occupation this hung hairy
male qualified for.  Butch as they come - with massive biceps.

Jack was breathing hard.  A large wet spot had developed at his crotch. 
His rockhard ten inches was drooling.  Drooling at the thought of
sucking
those huge mancocks being paraded before him ...  licking their hairy
sweaty balls ... lapping their tight assholes ... spreading his legs to
open his hungry ass to their thrusting rods ... taking their hot boiling
loads of cum ... and going back for more!

Just as MAN number nine walked into the examining room, Jack heard the
door behind him open!  He ripped his eyes away from the scene in the
mirror and half turned -
COMMANDER STEVENS !!!!!!!!

"SIR!", Jack snapped to attention.

"Take it easy Captain", the Commander said.

"I see you're looking over your men for the mission, Jack".

"Yes sir", replied Jack.

The Commander entered the small, cramped observation room, and shut the
door.  That surprised Jack.  In the small confined area, the Commander's
body was forced up against Jack's back.  So close, they were almost
molded
together.

"Fine specimen.  What's his name?", asked the Commander.

Jack's eyes were drawn back to the examining room.  A small audible gasp
broke from his lips.  There in the lit room, being attended to by the
young orderly, was "Rock"!  Jack's hard cock throbbed, leaking more
pre-cum.  He started to really sweat, little streams of perspiration
trickled from his forehead, from under his arms and down his back.

"Pr .. Private,  .... errrr ..... Paul Rock, sir".

Rock, Paul - Private:
23     five foot eleven     215
hair - brown; eyes - brown
single
field - mechanics
.... interests - weightlifting.  Interests? ... Fuck ... the man was
built
like a brick shithouse.  Muscle, muscle - everywhere!  Corded strips of
muscle packed on his arms, chest, straining against the tight tee-shirt,
down his thighs, ....

"Oh shit!", thought Jack.

Rock was removing his tee-shirt.  None of the other men had!

"Fucking exhibitionist!", thought Jack.

"Loves his muscles so much ... showing them off to the young orderly".

Jack was puzzled - no other man's examination took this long.  The young
orderly was taking his damn time on Rock.  Jack wanted this to end ...
the
Commander was pressed against him ... and Jack's cock was so hard, he
was
afraid to turn and expose his bulging crotch ... what would the
Commander
think?!!!

Jack was flushed.  It was so hot in the small room.  He felt dizzy. The
Commander was pressed co close, Jack was afraid to move.  The Commander
was talking now ... no need to answer, just listen, thought Jack.  But
Jack couldn't do even that!  He shut his eyes tight, quietly taking deep
breaths to restore his composure.  He only heard bits and pieces of what
the Commander was saying.

" ... mission is  a credit to ...."

" ... good for the men ..."

" ... good for the service ..."

The sensations were hitting Jack like thunderbolts.  Commander Stevens
was
pressed to him.  Jack could feel every seam and crease of the
Commander's
uniform biting into his back.

"Commander Stevens!!", Jack thought to himself.

""Commander Richard Stevens!  Commander DICK Stevens!"  Jack's biggest
wet
dream.  That was his nickname, wasn't it? Jack continued to talk to
himself.  "DICK!!  DICK Stevens!!" - the biggest, hairiest, muscle
bound,
beefy STUD MALE, Jack had ever seen ... could ever imagine.  Pressed up
against him!!!  The man Jack never dared to even imagine being with. 
Never dared, because he was afraid ... afraid of being rejected.  He
wouldn't be able to live with that!  Stevens was Jack's idol!

"What? ... what? ... oh no! ... no! ... ", thought Jack.  Jack's eyes
were
shut tight.  He was terrified to open them!  One more look at Rock -
muscled Rock - with the Commander pressed to his back like that ... he
knew his big cock would blast!

Then he felt it .........

"NOOOOOOOO!" Jack's mind screamed!

His sensitive ass felt it!  But his mind would not accept it!  ...
something big, something huge, long, hard, ... monstrous!!! ... pressed
along Jack's ass crack!  His cheeks flexed involuntarily.

Jack's head spun.  Sweat rolled off his body.  His ten inch cock was
pulsing.  He was going to cum!  His fat mushroom cockhead throbbed,
drooling, drooling.

Jack's ass was quivering ... not from fear ... not from horniness ... it
was searching out! ... searching .... feeling .... what was that? ...
what
was that huge ridge pressed between his sweaty ass cheeks?

As from a distance, Jack could hear the Commander still talking .... it
sounded like it came from a long dark tunnel ....

Jack caught his breath ... he held it ... he was about to blast the head
off his cock!!!!

"Well, good luck on your interesting mission, Captain".

"Yes, ... very interesting".

AND THEN HE WAS GONE.

Jack's breath burst from his lungs!  His cock recoiled and blasted wads
of
man cream into his lab pants.  His whole body rocked!  His eyes snapped
open!

"Oh my god..........!!!!!!!!!!!!", Jack moaned, his cock shooting load
after load of hot cum.

There before his eyes!!! .... the young orderly - on his knees!!!!! 
Rock's fat long RIGID COCK blasting cum down the orderly's throat!!!!!!

"Ohhhhh nooooo ....... ohhhhhh", Jack agonized. "But ... but the
Commander?!!!", the thought burned in his brain.

"He saw!!!!!!"


The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 3

It was now 0700.  The PRIME Mission was about to begin.  Captain Carison
lined up with his MEN before the shuttle tube.  They were alone.  They
would remain alone for the next five weeks.

The MEN were restless.  It was a combination of anticipation and
adjusting
to their new mission suits.  The suits were Jack's idea, his original
design.  He justified them to the military on the grounds of their
simplicity and ease of movement.  But their true reason was "maximum
sexuality" in Jack's mind.  The suits were light tan in color, a subtle
hint of "flesh" tone, to subject the unconscious mind to thoughts of
naked
skin.  The material was a modified synthetic, again justified for its
durability, but so soft and paper thin that it clung, accenting every
muscle, every line in the MEN's rugged bodies.  The one piece suits were
designed with tank-top like necklines to better display a man's
bristling
chest hair, and accentuate bulging biceps.  They allowed free access to
damp, sweaty, hairy armpits.  The intent was to maximize male odor, the
male body, the male!  The suits tapered to snugly fit midsections.  The
ultimate sexuality of the suits was the manner in which they clung and
outlined male buttocks, thighs, cock and balls.  Worn without underwear
-
part of the requirement - their visual impact was to draw the viewer's
eyes to a man's crotch.  To highlight his ball sack and to define and
expose the cocktube, and cockhead.

Jack Carison scanned down the line of his nine MEN.  The sight of them
kept his own ten incher semi-hard.  The MEN's attention was drawn to the
shuttle tube vehicles in front of them.  Jack continued to observe the
MEN.  One casually scratched his right ass cheek, causing the thin suit
material to shift and stretch.  One rubbed his chest, his nipples
involuntarily hardening and pushing against the material.  From Jack's
vantage point, he could see mounded crotch after mounded crotch - nine
BIG
cocks - nine big sets of cum laden manballs.

It was time to begin!

"All right MEN ...", said Jack.  It was his habit to address them as
"MEN".  That's what he wanted; that's what he wanted them to know
themselves as - to want also - MEN!

"As I explained yesterday, in our briefing.  Two MEN each will be
assigned
to a tube vehicle.  The quarters will be tight, due to the fact we must
utilize most of the compartments for our gear and supplies.  It's time
you
started to adjust to close quarters anyway, since our destination will
be
no more roomier."

The shuttle tube vehicles were all connected like a train on the narrow
two rail track.  A train which would take them and their gear to their
new
home for the next five weeks.  Each vehicle was shaped like a fat cigar
-
about eight feet long, but only three feet high.  Silver in color, they
tapered to rounded ends, where a complex linkage could be seen to the
next
vehicle in the chain that made up this "train".  Their destination was a
long abandoned, underground research complex.  The normal entrances had
been dynamited closed years ago.  This was the only remaining entry - a
forgotten, supply shuttle into the complex.  It was never intended to
carry people, but Jack had it modified - to his own specifications, of
course.

"I'm afraid you'll have to endure packed supplies even within your own
travel tubes.  With the amount of space available, we were forced to use
every square inch of room", noted Jack.  He knew, however, the true
reason
was to adjust the available space in such a way as to force the MEN into
position - a position that could prove very interesting during the eight
hour estimated travel time.

"Each tube is equipped with audio interconnects to the first tube, in
which I will be riding", said Jack.

"That way, during our travel, I will keep you updated as to our status
and
ETA."

Jack, of course, failed to mention that each tube was also connected by
video to the lead vehicle, so that he could look in any time he chose to
view interesting developments.  His video monitor and its taping
mechanism
were constructed as to be hidden from his own travel companion.  And
speaking of his travel companion, he was going to assign Rock to his
vehicle.  After yesterday morning, in the medical wing, Jack knew he had
to have Rock's big cock - and soon!

Carison noticed how the MEN were naturally pairing off.  He had expected
those pairings - even planned for them.

Privates "Mack" Anderson and Mike Lee were assigned together.  Jack
noted
how the two married members of his team struck up a friendship
immediately.  Jack had big plans for those two.  Mack entered tube five,
and climbed into the "upper" berth - actually only a mesh net - wide
mesh
at that - slung in the tube.  Because of strategically placed supplies,
Mike was forced to lie down in the lower berth, his feet in the other
direction.  Jack took in their settled positions and had to smile.  It
was
perfect!  Big hairy Mack was on his side and seemed to dominate the
smaller Mike.  Jack knew Mack couldn't hold that position for long. 
Soon
he would roll onto his stomach - and that would bring Mack's big bulging
crotch, with his huge cock visibly outlined, just inches away from
Mike's
face below.  Not to mention the fact that Mack's own face would be
looking
directly at Mike's churning crotch.

Jack swung the tube vehicle's door shut, locking the two masculine MEN
in.
 The tubes were windowless with small lights inside, preventing total
darkness.

Captain Carison walked up the line to the next vehicle.

Tube number four was assigned to Privates Andy Johnson, the tall auburn
haired "cowboy" and Dave Moore, young blond and hot.  Both men were in
biology, although Andy was senior staff and young David only a beginning
student.  They were forced side by side on the same level - head to
head,
back to front.  More specifically, Andy's long snake-like cock was
positioned right up against the smooth hairless golden ass of David
Moore.
 Because of the rounded bottom of the tube, the men were forced to press
tight against each other.  Jack's expectations were that during the
bumping, swaying trip, Andy's long cock would nestle deeper and deeper
into the tight virgin ass crack of little David.

Tube number three was basically the same setup, only this one was for
Privates Bill Parks and young Larry Gold.  Jack's cock pulsed a bit as
he
closed the tube door on the two men.  He saw big Bill Parks reach around
young Larry's chest to draw them closer in a more comfortable position. 
The move brought Bill's huge eleven and one half inch basket right up
against the eighteen year old's tight little buns.

Tube number two, just behind the lead vehicle, held Jock and the exMP,
Don.  Privates Adam "Jock" Wilson, football stud and soon to be taught a
lesson Don Williams were positioned face to face, cock to cock.  Both
big
muscled men vied for comfortable positions, each movement forcing their
huge eleven inch baskets to rub back and forth against each other.

That left Jack and Rock for tube number one.  Their positions were also
well planned by Jack.  Jack rested slightly below Rock, who was
suspended
in another wide mesh net, and Jack's wet hot lips right up against the
weightlifter's swollen nine and one half inch cock bulge.  Once in
place,
Jack reached behind him to shut the tube door down and secure it.  He
let
himself take a few minutes to take in the sight right before his eyes. 
Inches away was the cock and balls of the husky weightlifter.  Jack
could
see the tan clinging suit material outline each egg sized ball below the
cock shaft.  The big cock itself ran down along Rock's left thigh. 
Jack's
eyes slowly traced up and down the rod.  It was big and fat.  The major
blood vessels were prominent against the clinging material.  Jack's eyes
centered on the fat squarish cockhead.  He could see the flared ridge of
skin at the base of the head of Rock's cut cock.  The material proceeded
to stretch across the wide crown and dip into the indented cock lips.

Jack had to tear himself away from Rock's crotch.  He needed to start
the
mission, to engage the shuttle.  He knew he had the next eight hours to
devote to Rock - to Rock's cock and cum filled balls, specifically.  He
swung the small control panel down from its position on the wall of the
tube.  He moved it in front of him, so it was positioned across Rock's
right thigh.  That left Rock's crotch visible just below the panel. 
Jack
made sure that he went about adjusting knobs and flicking the control
switches, the palm of his hand continuously brushing against Rock's
thigh
and just barely touching his enclosed ball sack.  Nothing too obvious,
no
direct attack at Rock's fat cock - at least not yet!

"Attention men", Jack spoke into the panel mike.

"Respond by flipping the Reception Open switches on your individual
panels, if you read."

Jack paused a few moments, and four green lights flashed on his master
panel. All tubes had audio.

"Good - all acknowledged", replied Jack.

With that, Jack flipped a few more switches and the tube shuttle started
to move, picking up speed with each passing second.

One minute later, Jack again opened audio connections.

"Men, we have achieved travel velocity".

"I will re-open communications in exactly one hour.  Until then relax
and
enjoy the ride."

Jack flipped the audio switch off - the PRIME Mission had begun!

Three major items defined the real mission: the MEN, the close
confinement
and .... that one special item - SDL.  No need to go into its technical
name, SDL was what gave Jack the idea for the PRIME Mission.  SDL -
odorless, invisible, tasteless gas.  It had proven to make even the most
meek of men, a raging, roaring, hungry animal, with no inhibitions and
with only one dominating purpose - sexual gratification!  Yea, SDL was
one
hell of a turn-on in sufficient amounts.

Right now, however, Jack was not about to release its full potency. 
That
would be too much, too soon.  He slowly flipped the video switches,
scanning first tube five, then four, and so on.  In tube five, it was
obvious both Mack and Mike, the married men, had noticed their travel
positions.  Each man looked a little flushed as they furtively looked up
and down the huge bulging crotch in front of their faces.  Jack flicked
the SDL switch to a low position for tube five.  He would check back in
about an hour.  By that time, both men should be ready for a little
more,
.... shall we say "encouragement".

In tube four, the cowboy Andy was talking to young David Moore, still
pressed close to David's tight rounded ass.  Young David must have
already
felt Andy's long snake cock nestled in his ass crack - his face was
flushed red and he looked like he was afraid to move.  Jack set them on
low exposure SDL too.

In tube three, rugged Bill Parks still had his arm around eighteen year
old Larry Gold.  That was a good sign!  They were set on low also.  As
was
tube two, with Jock and Don Williams.  Jack noticed that Williams looked
embarrassed, realizing he was not more than five inches away from Jock's
swollen crotch.  Well Jack would cure that problem when they arrived at
their destination.  He had something very special in store for Private
Don
Williams.

Jack got done adjusting the control panel and pushed it back out of the
way.  Before he did, he set the SDL mode in his own tube to just a notch
below medium.  He knew Rock was game after seeing him yesterday with his
rigid mantool pumping in and out of that young orderly's sloppy wet
throat.  Jack settled back and waited - waited for the odorless gas to
take affect.

          *****

Twenty minutes into the trip, Jack could see that Rock was getting a bit
restless.  He could hear Rock moving his arms about the other end of the
shuttle tube, even though he wasn't able to see that end of the tube
from
his prone position.  What Jack did see made him smile.  Rock was
unconsciously flexing his corded thigh muscles, rubbing his crotch back
and forth against the suit material that molded his cock and heavy
balls. 
Jack watched the mound that shaped Rock's mushroomed cockhead.  He
noticed
a slight staining of the tan material near the tip of the swollen glans.

Jack could feel himself getting a bit flushed and hot.  It wasn't an
uncomfortable feeling, he knew, having felt the effects of the gas
before.
 It was more a feeling that he needed to move, to sway with the
sensations.  He felt his hairy balls tighten in their sack, and blood
slowly pump into his ten inch cock.  He wondered whether Rock noticed
his
hard-on yet  - he expected yes.  It would be impossible for him not to,
since Jack's crotch was staring Rock in the face.

"Errrrrr .... Captain, sir?", Rock spoke up.

"Yes Rock?"

"Ah, Captain sir, I feel very, .... ah ... warm in here,  Is that
usual?"

"Yes, Rock.  And please, you can drop the sir.  Captain is good enough
for
the next five weeks", said Jack.

"Yes sir ... I mean, Captain", responded Rock.

"Captain, I do feel warm ... and kind of strange ..."

"Relax Rock, I'm sure it's just tension - the start of the mission and
all", and with that Jack put his hand on Rock's hip - a gesture normally
meant to reassure.  He left his hand there and felt Rock moving
unconsciously against it - seeking contact.  It was the SDL, Jack knew. 
It made you crave body contact.

"So warm ... so warm ...", mumbled Rock.

Jack watch as Rock continued to flex his body, each movement bringing
the
two men closer into contact.  Chest pressed to gut, slowly rubbing back
and fort.  He could see the suit material dampen at the juncture between
Rock's thighs and body - the man was beginning to sweat.  Strong male
odors reached Jack and he breathed deep.  His own breath was coming
faster
and deeper.  As he exhaled, his hot breath rolled across Rock's
lengthening cock bulge.  Jack could see that Rock was now noticeably
flexing his hard-on.

The Captain began to rub his hand back and forth on Rock's hip and upper
thigh.  Each pass touched closer and closer to Rock's swollen crotch. 
Rock's fat nine inch plus cock was fully rigid and straining against the
suit.  Just in that moment the shuttle train swayed, making a turn on
its
long slow journey.  Rock's body settled lower in the net sling, right up
to Jack, closing the already narrow gap.  Both men's faces were now
lightly pressed into the other's crotch.  Jack breathed deep, the scent
of
sweat, and mancock strong in his nostrils.  The odor of MAN that Jack
loved so much.  Rock was mumbling more and more now.  His mouth pressed
right against Jack's rigid cock.  The Captain felt the man's lips
moving,
saying indistinguishable words - and moving on his cock!

"Soooo warm ......warm, Captain ....."

"Relax, Rock ... relax", Jack softly repeated over and over.  He moved
his
finger tips slowly, lightly along Rock's thigh, tracing the ridge
defined
by Rock's hard cock.  He rubbed the flat of his hand along the muscular
thigh - up and down.  The side of his hand made contact with Rock's
encased cock from near its thick base, up to its fat crown.  Rock
continued to flex, seeking more and more warming contact.  Jack also
began
a gentle rhythmic thrust of his hips to bring his own engorged crotch up
against Rock's moving lips.

"Ohhhhh ... warmmmmmm ... goooood ...", mumbled Rock.

Jack knew Rock was now totally gone on the SDL gas.

Jack gently popped the snap on Rock's suit and pulled the front zipper
down, spreading the suit wide open - exposing Rock's full naked crotch
to
his view.  Jack took it all in.  Rock's egg sized balls churned in their
hairy sack.  The wild bush of dark brown cock hair spread across his
abdomen and legs.  And the long thick cock stalk, now actively pulsed in
front of his eyes.  Heavy, blood filled veins ran along its nine inch
length.  The fat, deep red head of that big cock was smeared with Rock's
leaking juices.

Jack ran his wet tongue along the fat cock, then down to Rock's hairy
nut
sack.  Slowly he tongued around and around the fat balls, then back up
the
meaty underside of the long cock, to the velvet hot surface of the head. 
Streams of thick pre-cum ran from Rock's bubbling cock slit, along the
shaft and onto Jack's slobbering lips.

The Captain pulled his mouth of the huge tool and spoke to Rock, again
rubbing his hip and thigh.

"Rock ... Rock ... warm ... relax ... relax ...", the Captain whispered.

Rock was in a trance, overcome by the SDL gas, and his world focused on
the hypnotic voice in his head - Jack's voice.

"Tell me Rock ... tell me ... you are a MAN ... Rock ... a MALE ... a
strong muscled ... MAN ... MAN ... Rock ... tell me ... tell me MAN ...
your MAN's body, Rock .. tell me ... What do you feel? ..."

The words flowed through Rock' dazed mind - images of his body - his
man's
body ... his male body.

""Tell me Rock ... tell me ... your MAN's face, Rock ..."

"Ohhhhhh .... Ohhhh ... Capppptainnnn", Rock's speech slurred.

"Tell me Rock ... your MAN's face ... your MAN's arms ..."

Rock moaned.  The mumbled, slurred words streamed from his mouth; they
echoed the words in his brain.  On and on, Rock talked.  Talked about
his
body, his MAN's body.  The suggestions placed by Jack took on a life of
their own.

Jack listened.  It's moaning sound and imagery made him hotter and
hotter.
 He tongued Rock's cock.  He lapped Rock's balls.  He licked Rock's
inner
thighs.  His saliva flowed from his hot lips and covered Rock's manhood.

"Ohhhh ... Captain .... face ... man's face ....sweat ... hot, dripping
sweat."

"Soooooo warmmmmm ... dripping down ... down ... man's neck ... strong
neck ... arms ... muscles ... man's muscles ... so biggggg ... so
goooooood".

"So big ... feels so good ... hot sweat ... sweat ... wet pits ... hot
....
wet pits ... man's pits ... ahhhhhhhhhh".

Jack continued to throw one word suggestions at Rock.  He didn't even
bother to remove his mouth from slavering across Rock's hard pulsing
cock.
 His lips and face were soaked, smearing them back and forth long Rock's
cock and balls.

"Chest ... Rock ... MAN's chest".

Jack slid his right hand into Rock's open suit, running it down along
naked skin to Rock's heaving, muscled chest.  He found one of Rock's now
peaked nipples and gently squeezed its hardened nub.

"Chest ... muscles ... man's chest ...", Rock mumbled on and on, "strong
muscles ... sweaty muscles ... so hard ... nipples ... man's nipples
....".

Jack's finger tips rubbed back and forth across Rock's hardened man
tits.

"Nipples ... man's nipples ... burn ... hot ... so goooooooood".

The heady sensations caused by the SDL gas were starting to get to Jack
now too.  From his previous exposures to the gas, he had built a small
resistance.  It usually took twenty minutes exposure at this setting
level, and it had reached that point by now.  Rock's face was still
pressed into Jack's swollen crotch.  Jack found himself rhythmically
flexing his hips, drawing his hard cock and sweaty balls more and more
into Rock's mumbling lips.

"Rock, tell me ... tell me ... what makes a MAN? ... a MAN, Rock ...
what?," Jack taunted.

"Ahhhhhh man?", moaned Rock, "man ... man ... ahhhh ... man's cock ...
big
man's cock ...".

"Rock, man cock ... Rock ... in front of you, Rock ... man cock", toned
Jack.

Rock lifted his heavy eyelids.  There in front of him, he saw! - big,
crotch, big man crotch, big man's cock!  He lifted his hand to that
crotch
- Jack's crotch.  He rubbed and squeezed the big mancock through the
suit.
 Jack reached down and undid the snap and zipper of his lower suit.  He
felt Rock's tongue lapping against his hand as he pulled the zipper
lower.
 Finally, Jack's massive cock sprung out - his throbbing ten inch cock
....
drooling ... his MANCOCK!

The Captain was rapidly falling over the edge.  He licked and tongued
Rock's throbbing tool - his big hairy balls.  He strained to lick
between
Rock's twisting legs, deep into the damp ass crack.  Male scents
surrounded him.   Big beefy, muscled thighs slung over his head.  He
dipped his tongue into Rock's ass crack and found the tight puckered
hole.
 He tongued it.  He lapped it.  He worshipped it.

Rock was slobbering all over Jack's cock and balls now.  As if on cue,
both men pulled back, poised over throbbing, drooling cock.  In one
lunge,
they both dove hard stalks deep into each others wet sucking mouths -
deep
into each other's throat - mashing balls against their faces.  They
sucked
and sucked.  Each tried  desperately to devour the other huge cock. 
Their
tongues and lips fought for the seeping pre-cum each was leaking.

The heat, the sweat, the feelings were too much.  Two sets of egg sized
balls pulled tight.  Two big rigid cocks expanded and pulsed.

"Mumff ...", Rock groaned, the sound caught in his throat stuffed with
hard thrusting cock.

The two MEN blasted their first hot cum loads together.  Both moaned at
the taste of the thick hot syrup.  Two tongues lapped.  Two sets of lips
sucked.  Hot cum seeped from both mouths, over swollen lips.  Both
struggled to swallow the blasting loads.  The smell of male sex filled
the
tube.

As their orgasms slowed, Jack let Rock's still puffy cock slide from his
mouth.  Rock was still totally drugged.  He continued to suck and
slobber
over the Captain's now semi-hard spent cock.  Jack pulled his head back,
savoring the taste of man cream in his mouth, on his lips.  He held
Rock's
softened cock, and ran his tongue slowly across the fat head, then let
it
drop, slapping wetly across Rock's thigh.  It had lost most of it steel
hardness, but Jack could see cum still seeping from the flared cocklips.

The Captain pulled the control panel forward.  It was time to check the
other MEN.  He positioned the panel so that he still had sight of Rock's
cock, now slowly filling with blood again.  As he set about to switch to
video, his hand idly caressed Rock's thickening cock and sticky
cockhead.


The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 4

Jack sank back into his pillow, stretching his tired body on the soft
bed.
 His eyes slowly surveyed his living quarters for the next five weeks. 
He
was alone.  If everything went right, it would be the only night he
spent
alone.  The remaining nights would see a hard, thick mancock driving up
his ass.

The MEN were all asleep - exhausted from the trip down in the shuttle
tubes.  When they arrived, Jack had foregone unpacking immediately.  He
assigned the men to their rooms and told them to rest.  Tomorrow would
be
soon enough to set up their equipment and unpack all their belongings. 
In
truth the term "tomorrow" was artificial.  They were five hundred feet
below the surface.  There was no real day or night.  The quarters they
were housed in had been built years ago.  It was originally intended
both
as a "special projects" lab and a high security radar warning site. 
Five
hundred feet below the ground, it was safe both from attack and prying
eyes.  That program had been scraped.  The official intent of the PRIME
Mission was to survey the structure's use again as a research lab. 
Jack's
true intent was to pack ten heavy hung males into close living quarters
and take advantage of their horny cocks.  Jack wanted to get fucked. 
Jack
needed to get fucked ... and fucked ... and fucked.

As he lay there, he thought back to their arrival.  It had almost been
funny - the state the MEN were in when they disembarked.  Their suits
were
wrinkled and sweat stained.  Their faces were flushed.  They were all
still in a daze from the SDL gas and what had occurred in each of the
tubes during the trip down.

Jock Wilson and Don Williams were sweating like pigs.  The front of
their
suits, at crotch level, were soaking wet and plastered to their bodies. 
They must have blasted about six heavy loads each in their pants.

Young David Moore looked totally out of it.  His eyes were glazed and he
was breathing heavily through his mouth.  The cowboy Andy Johnson was no
better.  He was flushed and spit was drooling from his mouth.  Jack had
to
smile at the fact that as they climbed out of the tube and stood up,
Andy
continued to press himself against young David's ass.

Bill Parks and Larry Gold were no better.  Big Bill looked like he was
still sporting a huge hard-on.  Eighteen year old Larry's suit was only
half zippered up, and he seemed to have a little trouble walking.  It
was
no surprise, considering Bill's cock was eleven and one half inches
long.

The one's that really got to Jack, were the married MEN, Bob Anderson
and
Mike Lee.  They had such guilty looks on their faces!  They kept
sneaking
looks at each other and quickly turning away.  They were embarrassed and
confused.

Jack stretched again in the bed.  He turned his bed light out, sending
the
small room into total darkness.  He was nude on top of the covers.  His
right hand slid down across his muscled chest, over his tight gut, to
find
his relaxed cock and balls.  He idly scratched them, as he thought back
to
the scenes and sounds he had observed on the video monitor when he
looked
in on the other shuttle tubes during the eight hour trip.

          *****

Tube 4 -

Nineteen year old David Moore was arched into an S-position.  His head
thrown back caused his white blond hair to tangle.  The tendons in his
throat were taunt and strained.  His eyes were rolled back in their
sockets, showing almost white.  His tongue hung from his mouth, drooling
rivers of hot spit as he turned his head from side to side.

His chest was thrust forward straining against the thin fabric of his
suit.  His ass pushed backward.  His bottom half naked.  The pants of
his
suit tangled at his feet.  Behind him was the cowboy - Andy Johnson. 
His
face buried between David's taunt small buttocks - his fat wet tongue
deep
in David's asshole - sucking - slurping - eating ass.

"Ahhhhhhhh ... ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ..... ahhhhhhhhhh ... eat it! ...
ahhhhh
.... oh, oh .... eat my ASS!", moaned David.

"Ohhhh yea! ... oh yea! ... what a feeling!".

Andy's face was mashed into David's ass crack.  His head twisting and
turning for deeper access to David's swollen pink asshole.  His broad
tongue twirled around and around the puckered hole, then drove deep into
the hot sweet pit.  The fat tongue flicked at David's insides, turning
them into a quivering mass.  Andy pushed hot wads of spit deep into the
hole.

"Ohhhhhh ... ahhhhhh!", David continued to moan and thrash, all the
while
pushing his ass back to the probing tongue.  As he felt the hot tongue
enter him, he felt his body melt.  He was one, big, huge asshole.

Andy had his hands wrapped around David's hips.  One hand held David's
ten
and a half inch cock at its rigid straining thick base.  His other hand
rubbed back and forth across David's hairless belly.  The cowboy's own
cock was twitching between his legs - all beautiful snake-like twelve
inches.  A long string of pre-cum drooled from the cockhead.

Andy continued to eat that sweet ass - flicking his tongue in and out
....
in and out ... pushing more and more hot spit into the hole.  He could
feel David's flex his sphincter muscle, nipping his driving tongue again
and again.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! ... morrrrrrrrrrrrre!", groaned David.

On the monitor, Jack saw Andy pull his face from between David's ass
cheeks, and in one fluid movement, slide up along David's back and sink
his rigid cock into the steaming pit of David's ass.  Inch after inch of
hard cock meat disappeared into the throbbing hole.  David's eyes open
wide and bugged out.

"Yesssssssssssssss!", he hissed.

Huge ropy streams of cum blasted from David's own ten inch cock, as Andy
sunk his tool into the hot ass.  David's sphincter chewed at each
driving
inch of cock.  The cowboy thrust his long steel hard cock into the wet
ass
until his churning balls mashed against the tight sweaty asscheeks.  He
was IN! - all hot twelve inches buried in David's open ass.

"Ohhhhh ... fuck!", moaned Andy.

"Yessssss!", David shuttered, cum still shooting from his cock, landing
against the side of their tube.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!", moaned Andy.  His hips began a furious back
and
forth pounding of David's ass - in and out - in and out - cock into ass
-
deep - deep.

Suddenly Andy felt it! - hot licks of flame starting deep in his own
asshole - building - swelling - spreading to his large man balls -
making
them toss and turn.  He felt it deep in the pit of his stomach.  He felt
it rushing up - up - up the long tube of his twelve inch cock - swelling
his cockhead - building high and higher.

"Ahhhhhh ... FUCK! ... FUCK!", he gasped.  His whole body went rigid and
his hot load exploded deep into David's ass.

"UGH! ... UGH! ... UGH! ...".  Bolt after bolt of hot white cum flooded
David's ass.

          *****

The Captain skipped the tape ahead to Tube 2 -

Jock Williams was grinding his stud football body back and forth against
Don Williams.  He had Don backed up against the tube wall, holding Don's
hips in place with his big muscular hands.  He biceps were pumped up as
he
strained to hold Don in place.  Back and forth he ground his huge crotch
into Don's crotch.

Don Williams whole body was stiff as a board - refusing to accept what
was
happening - but not really fighting it off.  He flipped his head back
and
forth to get away from Jock's slobbering mouth.  It was his only form of
resistance.

"Ohhhhh MAN! ... push ... push that cock!, groaned Jock.

 Both men's huge cocks were stiff, straining against the insides of
their
suits.  Back and forth Jock rubbed against Don - cock stalk against cock
stalk - swollen balls against swollen balls.  Jock's beefy hips thrusted
again and again.

"Ahhh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... big cock ... hard cock ... fuck
cock
.... cock! ... cock ... cock ...fuck! ... cock!", moaned Jock.

Williams kept thrashing his head, "Nooooooooo! ... stopppppp! ...
noooo!".

"Ohhh Yeaaaaaa! ... yea ... cock ... big cock!", chanted Jock.  He
picked
up the rhythm of his pounding hips.  "Yea ... yea ...yea! ...".

The speed of Jock's thrusting built faster and faster.

"Ugh ... ugh ... no ... no ... ugh ... no!", gasped Don.

Suddenly, both men went rigid and started to twitch.

"Oh, yea, yea, yea ... yesssssssssssss!", screamed Jock.

"No ... no ... ugh ... ugh ... ughhhhhhhhhhhh!", moaned Don, as lick
after
lick of cum shot from the large cock slit of his own huge eleven inch
cock.  Wave after wave of orgasm took over Jock at the same time.  The
two
big men were cumming in their pants.  The hot cream shooting out of
their
rigid cocks, smearing the inside of their pants, coating their fat cock
stalks, sliding down to wet their churning balls.

          *****

Tube 3 -

Eighteen year old Larry Gold was totally naked, lying on his back.  His
legs were spread and pulled back up to his chest.  Big six foot one Bill
Parks was positioned between the young boy's open legs, holding himself
up
with one of his strong bicep-popping arms.  His other hand held Larry by
the back of his neck.  He was forcing Larry to look down across his
young
swimmer's chest, down through the gap between their bodies.  Forcing
Larry
to look at the one point where their two bodies touched.

Bill's monstrous eleven plus inch cock - long, fat, wide, steel hard,
gleaming with spit - extended from his hairy groin.  Larry stared
wide-eyed at the exposed mancock - only he could not see the cockhead. 
It
was lodged in his tight little ass!

"Look at it, kid.  Look at it!", yelled Bill.

"Look at my big cock!  Look at your Daddy's mancock!"

"See it?  See that cock?  See where it is?  In your ass, kid!  Big
mancock
up your ass, kid!  ... LOOK AT IT!".

Larry was looking!  His eyes bugged out, biting his lower lip, sweat
pouring from his forehead onto his chest - he WAS looking at it!  He saw
it!  He saw every fucking inch of it!  He saw every detail.  The cock
was
huge.  It was as thick as his wrist.  It was long too!  He had never
seen
a cock so long - heavy swollen veins running down the fat stalk, from
the
hairy dark brown crotch, across inch after inch of rigid cock, down,
down
to where it disappeared - in his small pink asshole!

He could feel it too!  It felt like a tree was wedged up his ass.  There
was pain - a lot of pain - but now it dulled somewhat.

"See my fat dick, kid?  See it?  Where is it, kid?  Where is it?  Tell
me,
kid.", yelled Bill.

"In ... in ... in my ass!", moaned Larry.

"That's right, kid.  My big, fat hot dick ... up your tight little ass! 
In your asshole, kid!"

"You like that, don't you, kid?  You like your Daddy's big cock up your
asshole?", asked Bill.

"Huh? ...", said Larry.

"Oh yea, kid! ... you like it!  Look at your little boy's cock, kid! 
Look
at it!  Your cock is telling me that you like it, kid!  No lie.  Telling
me you like your Daddy's big cock up your ass!"

Larry looked.  It was true!  Hardly a little boy's cock, his nine inch
tool was rock hard.  It stretched up across his hairless belly.  It fat
cockhead drooled pre-cum across his heaving gut.

"You got it, kid.  You got Daddy's cock!  Feels hot, kid. ... nice and
hot! ... Ya got a hot ass, kid. ... tight too!", said Bill.

"Want more, kid?  Yea, you want more.  Little boy pussy needs more! 
Watch, kid.  Watch my hard cock!"

Larry watched.  He couldn't pull his eyes away.  Three more fat inches
of
Bill's cock slid into his ass.  He felt full ... so full!  ... full of
mancock!

"Keep watching, kid.  Here's more of Daddy's cock!", groaned Bill as he
pushed even more of his hard cock into that tight clinging asshole.  He
was more than halfway in!

"See my balls, kid?  See Daddy's big balls? ... big, fat, hot balls,
kid. 
Heavy balls!  Know why, kid?  Tell your Daddy why his balls are so big. 
Tell me!", demanded Bill.

Larry stared at that huge cock, at those monstrous hairy balls hanging
in
their heavy sack below.  "Ahh ... big, sir ... big balls ... cum ...
cum,
sir ... full of cum", Larry meekly replied.

"Yea, kid!  Daddy's balls are full of cum ... hot cum ... for my boy's
tight little pussy!"

"And cut the sir crap!  Whose balls are those, kid?  Come on, you know. 
Whose balls?"

"Ah ... balls ... yesssss ... ah ... Daddy's balls!", moaned Larry.

"Yea!! ... your Daddy's big balls! ... full of hot thick cream, kid! ...
a
fucking gallon of cream, kid."

Larry watched as more and more of Bill's huge cock sunk into his ass. 
Thick, fat cock sliding in - filling him up - stuffing him.  Then it was
in!  Every fucking inch - in!  Bill's big Daddy balls mashed up against
Larry spread ass cheeks.

"Yea!  IN! In, kid!  You got Daddy's cock now!  Take that cock!  Eleven
hot inches up you ass, kid!", groaned Bill.

Big Bill Parks pressed himself onto young Larry.  He flexed his
monstrous
cock in the kid's ass, savoring the hot, tight feel.

          *****

And finally, in Tube 5 -

"Ahhh .. shit, man ... ah, shit ... come on, man! ... help me out!",
grunted Mack Anderson.

Mack was hanging over head in the sling net.  His crotch was pushed way
out - his cock was rock hard.  It was poised directly over Mike Lee's
face.

"Come on, Mike!  Help me out!  My fucking cock is fucking killin' me! 
It's so fucking hard, Mike!" panted Mack.

Mike Lee was staring straight at Mack's crotch.  He could damn well see
that's Mack's cock was hard!  It was fucking big!  But, shit, his own
cock
was hard too ... and he had never done anything like this before.

"Fuck you, Mack!  You're not the only one with a monster hard-on.  My
cock
is killing me too!"

"Ahhh shit!  Shit man.  You help me out and ... ah ... I'll help you out
.... promise!", replied Mack.

"I don't know ...", responded Mike unsure of himself.

"Ahhhh ... come on! ... Shit, I'm hurtin' ... no one will know."

"Well .... I suppose ...", Mike replied without much conviction.

Both men slowly reached for the other's bulging crotch.  They were
tentative - making sure the other was doing it too.  Two straining
zippers
were opened together.  Two sets of pants spread open.  Two huge, steel
hard, pulsing mancocks snapped out onto the open.  each man stared at
the
other's big dick!

"Holy shit!", both men echoed together in a hoarse whisper.  Each was
staring up close at ten inches of cock - deep red in color, pulsing with
blood.  Each saw a dark mass of kinky crotch hair, with a huge nut sack
containing two big churning baseball-sized manballs.  Each saw a thickly
veined cockstalk, about three inched wide.  Each saw a fat drooling, cut
glans pointed right at them!  Each saw real mancock!

"Oh fuck! ...", said Mike, "Your cock looks just like mine!"

"Yea, I see what you mean ...", answered Mack.

Both men wrapped a big strong hand around the cock in front of them.

"Feels the same too!", said Mike in awe.

"Yeaaaaaa ....", rasped Mack.

"How big?  Inches I mean.", asked Mike.

"Ten."

"Shit, me too!"

The two hands started to pump ... slowly in unison ... down to the wide
base ... up to the drooling head ... pump ... pump ... fucking jerking
the
mancocks off.

"Shit ... feels goooood!"

"Yea, good"

Two big rigid mantools got harder and swelled.  Two wide cock slits
pumped
pre-cum.  Two huge sets of balls tightened in their sacks.  Two big ten
inch cocks - two fat dicks - two hot mantools - ready to blast loads of
cum ... and pointed directly at two gasping sets of man lips!

          *****

The Captain's cock blasted!  His fist wrapped tight around his thick
unloading cock.  The cum shot up and sprayed his heaving chest, his
crotch, his straining thighs.  His thumb came up to smear the heavy
cream
over the swollen cockhead.

"Ahhhhhhhh ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ....", he moaned as he watched the
tapes ... as he unloaded and fell asleep.


The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 5

Jack was up early the next day.  He showered and dressed in a clean
suit. 
He checked the fit, making sure that the suit clung just right around
his
crotch, showing off his ten inch cock and large balls.  He paid special
attention to the way the suit molded and stretched over his ass.  The
tan
material was forced to yield to those hard packed cheeks and dip tightly
into his crack.  He was ready!

As soon as the MEN were up, he assigned them in teams to unpack personal
belongings, set up the equipment and secure the quarters.  The MEN were
assigned in teams of three, three and two.  That left one MAN - big,
tough, butch exMP Don Williams.  He was Jack's first assignment!

After the other eight MEN left the meeting room to start their work,
Jack
turned his focus to Don.  Williams stood at attention.  His tan suit
straining to contain his large muscular six foot one frame.  It clung to
his skin, highlighting every fucking butch muscle - especially his cock! 
Big fat eleven inch tool extending down his right thigh.  Every fucking
hot inch was clearly outlined - even his big balls made a huge bulge. 
Jack just stared - up and down he looked - not saying a word.

"Sir?", Don finally spoke up, wondering why the Captain was waiting so
long.  He felt uncomfortable just standing there, as the Captain looked
him over.  He felt exposed.  Shit, he was exposed, given the way his
suit
hugged his body.

"Follow me, Williams", Jack commanded.

The two MEN left the room with Jack leading.  They turned down the
narrow
corridor - so narrow that the MEN were forced to turn sideways to get by
each other - pressing up against each other's hot bodies.  Just off the
alcove that contained Jack's own room, the Captain paused to unlock a
door
set off in the corner.  Because of the twisting, angular setup of the
entry, this particular door could very easily go unnoticed - unless one
was specifically looking for it.  The door opened to another long narrow
corridor.  Jack motioned Williams inside.  Don was forced to brush up
against the Captain as he made his way through the door into the narrow
opening.  This thigh brushed against Jack's crotch, causing Jack to
notice
that his own cock was beginning to lengthen and fill with blood.

Jack followed Williams through and locked the door behind them.  There
was
only one other door in the corridor - at the far end.  Williams led the
way and tried the door.  It was open.  He entered with Jack right on his
heels.  It was a large room, dimly lit.  Don had trouble making out just
what this place was.  Before he had a chance to really look, he felt a
sudden sharp sting on his neck.  He blacked out almost immediately.

Captain Jack Carison stood over the slumped body of Williams.

"So it begins, Private Donald Williams," Jack said outloud.

          *****

At that same moment, on the far side of the complex, Mack Anderson and
Mike Lee were investigating for any structural damage.  They were
assigned
as an inspection team - just the two of them.  Now they were exploring
one
of the unused wings at the extreme end of the underground lab.

"Er, Mack? ... Mack, about yesterday ...", Mike spoke up hesitantly.

"Relax, Mike", said Mack, looking back at his friend.

"Yea, but ... I ... err ... I feel funny about what happened ... and all
.... you know ..."

"Yea, I know", replied Mack.

"But, shit Mack", continued Mike, "There was nothin' to it, ya know? 
....
we were just helpin' each other out ... right?"

"Yea, I suppose".

The two burly MEN continued on with their search.  Mike spoke up again.

"You know, it was ... kind of strange ... your dick ... ah ... being so
much like my own ... I mean ...".

"Yea, it was, wasn't it? ... You know I almost felt like I was jacking
my
own tool ... at least for a while," said Mack.

"Yea ... ", replied Mike, feeling a little flushed at the conversation. 
He could feel a slight tingling in his crotch as he thought back.

"But I know my cock is a little bigger than yours ... and a lot thicker
too", Mack popped with a smile.

"Fuck you!", replied Mike, "I match you inch for inch."

"Maybe ... I do concede your balls are bigger!  You sure shoot big
fucking
loads!", laughed Mack.

"You didn't do so bad yourself, buddy ... shit, the first load of cum
you
shot ... I didn't think you were ever going to stop ... it was all over
the fucking place ... even in my ... my, err ....", and Mike hesitated.

"Your what?", demanded Mack.

"Well ... ah ..."

"I know ...", said Mack with a big smile.  "Me too! ... all over my
fucking hair, my face, my neck ... shit ... I think I will call you
NUTMEG, from now on ... your fucking hot load sure smelled and tasted
like
it!"

"Yea? ... You tasted some too?"

"Sure ... couldn't help it ... I mean, you were fucking blasting all
over
the place."

"I know ... you too!"

Both MEN paused and looked into each other's eyes.

"I'm still bigger though!", Mack broke the silence.

"Ah Fuck you, man!" , said Mike.  "This here tool can match you any
day",
he said pawing his ample crotch.

"Put up or shut up NUTMEG!" said Mack and the two MEN reached for their
zippers at the same time.

          *****

Don Williams groaned.

"Shit", he thought, "What the fuck happened?"

He felt a slight pain in his neck as he came to.  He went to rub it,
when
he realized he couldn't move his hands!

"What the fuck?", he thought again, snapping wide awake.

He opened his eyes and tried to move.  Only then did he realize he was
on
his back, strapped to some kind of table!  His arms were stretched way
back above his head, tied by the wrist with something he couldn't see. 
He
head was secured by a thick strap across his forehead.  He looked down
and
saw big leather bands slung over his body - all the way down his body! 
-
one at his neck, one across his chest, his gut, his thighs, and finally
his ankles.

"Shit!", he said outloud.  He was completely naked too!

He started to panic, wildly trying to look around to see where he was
and
what was happening to him.  All he could make out was that it looked
like
the same room he and the Captain had entered.

"Shit!  That's right!, Don thought, "the Captain ...".

"Captain?", he called out.  "Captain, you here?"

Nothing.

He strained against his bonds, soon realizing it was hopeless.  He
couldn't move.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his bicep!  - coming from behind him.  It
almost scared the shit out of him!

"Captain, that you?"

"Yes Williams.  It's me .... relax ... relax", toned Jack in a deep soft
slow voice.  Don felt the Captain's hand softly rubbing back and forth
across his huge bicep.

"What the fuck is goin' on, Captain?" pleaded Don.

"Relax Williams ... just some training."

"Training?!  What the fuck kind of training is this?", demanded Don.

"You'll see," replied Jack still using a half whisper, and continuing to
rub Williams' strong arms.

"Shit, Private ... you are one hell of a brick shithouse ... nice big
strong arms ... good muscles ...", murmured Jack.

"Captain ... I ... I don't understand"

"Well ... let me show you", said Jack as he walked up closer to
Williams,
running his hand slowly, carressingly up his muscled arm, over Don's
broad
shoulder, across his corded chest.  Jack fingered one of William's
nipples, then continued down across his rippled gut and into the thick
bush of brown hair at his groin.  He rubbed it a little and then softly
fisted Williams' big soft cock stalk, pulling it up away from Don's
body.

Williams' eyes bulged out, watching the Captain!

"What the fuck are you doing?", Don whined.

"Just getting you ready for your training", said Jack, and with that, he
pulled something out of his back pocket, and started to fumble at
Williams' cock and balls!

"What's that? ... What are you doin' to my cock?", pleaded Don.

"This is a cockring, Williams - a big cockring - for a big cock!",
replied
Jack calmly as he placed the cockring around the base of Williams' thick
eleven inch cock.  He had a little trouble, since Don's cock was so
thick
- even soft.  Once he got it on, it clung tightly to the shaft, almost
buried in Don's bushy cockhair.

"And this is a separator", continued Jack.  The Captain wrapped a long
complicated strip of rawhide around the base of Williams' large nut
sack,
forcing the big balls up and away from the groin.  The two huge balls
were
pushed to the extremes in their sack, each encased in leather.

"There", said Jack when he finished.  "Now that's better."  He inspected
his handiwork.

"Shit, Williams ... your fucking hairy balls are as big as my fists!" 
Jack lightly rubbed them.

"Captain ... Why are you doin' this?", groaned Don as he began to sweat. 
He could feel blood pumping into his tightly bound cock, from all the
fondling it was getting.  

Jack moved to one corner of the room, fumbled with something that
sounded
like a drawer to Don.

"See this, Williams?" asked Jack.  "This is training number 2".

Jack was holding a large replica of a man's cock!  - except it had about
only four inches of cockstalk.  Don's eyes bulged.  The object was
basically a huge mushroomed, blunt cockhead - about three and a half
inches across, with a big open cock slit.  Jack held it up in front of
Don's eyes to make sure he got a good look at it.  As Williams was about
to say something, Jack plunged the cockhead into Williams' mouth and
strapped it in place!

"Mumpfff", was all Don could muster it happened so fast.

He was really starting to sweat now!  His mouth was stretched open by
the
big fake cock.  It rested on the center on his tongue.  He could feel
that
it was made of some kind of formed latex - soft to the first touch, but
very firm underneath.  He tried to force it out of his mouth, but it was
no use!

Jack moved again and when he returned, he was carrying another device. 
He
went right to Don's distended cock and fisted it, jerking up and down,
until it was rock hard - all eleven inches of it! - big fat hot mancock! 
Then to Don's total amazement, Jack bent over and licked all around the
swollen cockhead!

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh ...", Don moaned.

The tightness of the cockring and ball separator, together with the hot,
wet feeling of the Captain's tongue, were sending shock waves through
his
sweaty, straining body.  Jack looked up at Williams' flushed face and
smiled slyly.  He then turned back and slowly ... very slowly ... sunk
the
entire eleven inch mancock down his throat, his sucking lips entangling
in
Williams' cock hair at the base.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... ", moaned Don deep in his throat.

Jack backed off the big hard thick cock, slowly applying suction as inch
after wet saliva coated inch emerged from his mouth.  As the wide
cockhead
slipped from his lips, the cock stood out rigidly from Don's groin. 
Coated in hot spit, it gleamed and pulsed.  Its hard shaft of steel
remained upright, blood locked in by the tight cockring.

The Captain took his newest device and went to work.

"Training number three", he said.

Williams looked down across his lashed chest to see Jack apply a clear
sheath device over the head of his bound cock and attach it to the
cockring.  It had clear plastic thin tubes protruding from it.  One ran
from about the middle of the sheath, down to the floor.  The second
began
at the very tip, directly over his cock slit.  Jack took that tube and
ran
it across Don's sweaty gut and chest.  He inserted it into the base of
the
latex cock stuffed in Don's mouth!  William's eyes bulged as he realized
the consequences!

"That's right, stud", said Jack smiling as he saw the look of
recognition
on Don's face.

"When your big fucking big cock unloads ... you're going to enjoy a nice
hot treat!"

"And just to ensure that", continued Jack as he disappeared behind
Williams with the remaining tube.  Suddenly Don heard a humming sound
and
felt his big dick throb hard!

"Mmmmmmmmm ...", was all he could voice as the clear sheath around his
bound cock filled with hot air, putting firm pressure on the full stalk,
and then rhythmically deflated.  On and on it pumped.  Williams was
groaning now.  The sensations centered in his cock and balls were too
much.  His eyes stared as he saw bubbling, drooling pre-cum start to
fill
the clear tube leading directly to the big cockhead in his mouth! 
Rivers
of sweat poured from his body.

"Training number four coming up!" announced Jack.

Carison placed two small metal caps on Don's chest.  They each had a
small
wire extending from them.  He quickly pinched each of Don's nipples and
clamped a cap to it.

"Ugh ... ugh", was Don's only reply through the plug in his mouth.

Jack took the wires and plugged the devices into a small box near the
side
of the table.

"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...", Don panted - the only sound in the room above
the gentle hum of the devices.

"Nipple clamps, Private.  Interesting little devices ... automatic once
set up".

The clamps tightened and released on Williams' nipples in a constant
beat.

Private Donald Williams, twenty-seven, six foot one, hard muscled, butch
exMP - heavy hung - man all the way - was awash in the sensations
attacking his body.

"Can't forget training number five", said Jack.

Don looked up and groaned.  Jack was holding a big wicked looking latex
cock!  This one was really big!  It had to be a foot long, and four
inches
across, thought Don.  Every detail of a manly fat cock head and thick
veins was etched on its surface.  Jack was lewdly rubbing its surface
with
a lubricant as he displayed it to Don.

Jack started to crank a device on the side of the table.  Don realized
soon enough what was happening!  The table moved, and Don's strapped
legs
started to separate, bending back toward his chest!

"Mmmmmmmmmmm", Williams moaned.

The exMP's butch ass was being exposed!  Jack walked to the end of the
table at Don's feet and leaned forward between Don's spread thighs.

"Nice ass, Private!" Jack said as he drove one of his greased fingers
directly into Don's asshole.

"Ughhhhh!", Don strained to get away.

Jack removed his finger and immediately replaced it with the tip of the
huge dildo.  He started to push it in!  He watched as Wiliams' hairy ass
cheeks parted to allow entry to the puckered hole.  The fat head of the
dildo pushed against the lips of Williams' asshole.  They slowly parted
and allowed entry!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm ...", Don groaned as he felt the thick blunt head of the
fake cock gain entry to his virgin ass!

Jack slowly slid inch after inch up into Williams until he had it all!

Williams thrashed on the table.  The pressure was immense!

Don's whole chest was pumped up straining against his leather bonds. 
When
the full length of the cock reached bottom, he expelled all his hot
breath
in a loud rush.  He was stuffed!  Twelve fat inches of dildo up his ass!

Jack flicked a switch and the monster cock started to pump up Don's ass. 
It was a fucking vibrator!

Don was going berserk!  His whole body was a huge bundle of sex! - his
cock was pumping, his nipples were pinched, his ass being fucked and
fucked and fucked!  When he looked down he saw his pre-cum had traveled
more than half way up the tube - to his mouth!

He was losing all sense of reality.  He couldn't think.  He could only
feel!

Captain Carison turned to leave the room.  As he reached the door, he
turned back to Private Williams.

"And just so you don't get lonely, Private." he flicked a hidden switch
and was gone!

It was a few seconds before Don realized what his final training was.  A
projection screen lit up above his head - a picture formed.  A cop!  A
hunky stud cop!  A young kid! - on his knees before the cop.  The cop
mashed the kid's face into his swollen uniformed crotch.

The sounds ....

"Suck ... suck ... suck ... you little pussy!  Suck this cop's BIG
COCK!"

The sounds echoed in Williams' brain.  His own cock being pumped.  He
balls bursting in their confinement - his man tits being pulled - his
ass!
 His ass being fucked!  He heard the words - "SUCK ... SUCK ... SUCK .."
and he obeyed.  He sucked on the fat cockhead in his mouth.  As the cop
on
the screen pulled his huge hard cock out of his pants, and stuffed it
into
the kid's mouth, Don sucked!  The tube running from his bound cock to
his
mouth was full now ... and still Private Williams sucked ... and sucked
.... and sucked.

          *****

"Am I interrupting something, MEN?"

Both married men, Mack Anderson and Mike Lee, looked up in shock.  They
were pressed together, face to face.  Their suit pants were around their
ankles.  Both MEN had their naked bottoms pressed together; big ball
sacks
mashed together; their big long cocks standing rigid together!  They
were
settling the argument.  They were measuring their cocks!

It was Jack who had spoken.  He was leaning against the door with a sly
grin on his face.

"Oh my god!", rasped Mike.  Mack said nothing, but his mouth had dropped
open in shock.  The two MEN made to pull away from each other.

"FREEZE!", ordered Jack.

They froze.  Their cocks still rigidly hard and pressed together.

"Either of you move and ... ", Jack left the warning unsaid.  He slowly
walked over to the two MEN.  It was an eternity for the two.  What was
the
Captain going to say?; what was he going to do?  Jack stood beside them. 
He pointedly looked down at the two big cocks pressed together between
the
MEN.  They were beginning to lose their hardness.  He looked back up
into
the MEN's eyes.

"May I?"

Both Mack and Mike looked from Jack to each other and then back to Jack. 
They were confused.  It was the last thing they expected to hear the
Captain say.

Without waiting for a reply, and not really expecting one, Jack dropped
to
his knees.  He grabbed the two wilting cocks in his right hand, holding
them together and upright.  With his left hand, he reached under to
fondle
the two huge nut sacks.  He quickly lowered his head and sucked both
meaty
cockheads into his mouth.  He twirled his tongue around and around, back
and forth, over the two throbbing cock slits.

Both Mack and Mike flinched at Jack's sudden move.  As they felt Jack's
hot, wet mouth surround their cocks, their heads snapped up to look at
each other in shocked disbelief!

"Ahhhh ... fuuuu .... uuuuuck!", moaned Mike.

Mack had his teeth clenched, his hairy six foot two frame rigid.  "Ahhh
geeezzzzzzz ...", he finally hissed.

Their knees were weak.  Both MEN grabbed each other's shoulders for
support.  Jack was drenching the two pulsing cocks with hot spit,
licking
the swollen cockheads.  The two began to grind their hips, pushing their
now totally hard cocks against each other, seeking more and more of the
hot wet feeling of Jack's sucking mouth.

"Ahhhhhh .... shit, Mack", Mike rasped, "Sooooooo gooooood ....".

"Yea buddy", Mike continued breathlessly, "Your cock is big and fat
against mine".

"Ahhhhhh ... little buddy .....", Mack replied.

Jack was deep mouthing the two hot ten inch cocks.  He kneaded the fat
churning ball sacks.  Mack and Mike tightened their grip on each other. 
Mack moved one of his big beefy hands down to Jack's head, guiding the
Captain up and down on the two cocks.  He groaned.

"Awwww ... Captain! ... suck'm .... suck'm ... suck those hot dicks!"

Jack did just that.  He licked up and down the two huge cock shafts.  He
twirled his fat tongue over the two combating cockheads, swiping the
drooling pre-cum that smeared their surface.  He ran his tongue back
down
to the two mashed sets of manballs, lapping at the hairy sacks.

Mack reached up and pulled the top of his suit off, exposing his huge
muscular chest.  He was sweating rivers.  He reached over to Mike and
pulled his top off too.  Both MEN let their hands roam over the hairy
muscled cords of each other's arms, shoulders and chests.  Mike dug his
fingers into the mass of dark brown hair covering Mack's chest and found
the two silver dollar sized nipples.  They were hard and pointed.  He
twisted them between his fingers.

"Awwwwwwww ...", moaned Mack.  "Sooooo gooooooooood, buddy!"

Mack ran his massive hands over the muscular biceps on Mike's arms and
into his sweaty armpits.  He rubbed back and forth across Mike's chest,
smearing the hot sweat that coated his skin.  Their hot sex fever pitch
was mounting.  They reached for Jack's head together.

"Suck my buddy, Captain!", groaned Mack.

"Eat his big cock, Captain!", panted Mike.

The two MEN guided Jack's sucking mouth over the two straining cock
stalks.

Suddenly Jack stood up and stripped off his suit, baring his own
muscular
body and rigid ten inch cock to the searching eyes of the two MEN.  Both
Mack and Mike kicked off their pants as they watched Jack strip.  All
three MEN were naked, their butch bodies gleaming with sex sweat, their
powerful cocks steel hard and drooling.  They stepped together, each MAN
running his hands over the others' bodies.  Hard cock shafts were
fisted,
churning balls were fondled, taunt ass cheeks patted and rubbed,
straining
chests were squeezed.

Jack turn to face Mike, their hard cocks rubbing back and forth
together. 
Mack pressed his large muscular frame against the Captain's sweaty back. 
He reached around Jack to twist and pull at Jack's hard nipples.  Mack's
ten inch cock wedged between the Captain's legs, sawing back and forth
against Jack's swollen nuts.

Mack nudged the trio to the side of a large crate.  He bulging biceps
pumped up as he pushed Jack down across the top of the crate.  The
Captain
rolled onto his back.  He looked down across his heaving, sweaty chest,
over his rigid cock, at Mack.  The big, hairy, muscle bound MAN lifted
Jack's legs over his shoulders.  Mack looked down at his huge throbbing
cock, at the Captain's tight winking asshole.  Spit drooled from his
mouth.  He ran his right hand across his mouth and chin, gathering the
hot
spit and smeared it over the broad tip of his ten inches.  Jack was
running his hands up and down over his chest, twisting his nipples each
time he passed them.

"Ahhhhhh ... fuck! ... fuck that hot hole!", Jack groaned.

Mike watched the scene unfold, his own ten inches snapped hard against
his
belly.  Large amounts of pre-cum rolled off his cockhead.  As Mack sunk
his massive tool into the churning pit of the Captain's ass, Mike forced
his hard cock parallel to his body, up against Jack's slobbering lips.

"Eat it! ... Eat my hot cock!", demanded Mike.

"Yesssssssssssss ... ", hissed Jack as inch after fat inch of cock meat
drove into his body.

""Oh fuckkkkkk!" exclaimed Mack.  "So tight ... so fucking hottttt!"

Mack pounded his ten inch cock into the Captain's ass.  The swollen lips
of Jack's asshole were stretched wide, nibbling hard at the massive cock
that churned his guts.  He flexed his head backward and swallowed Mike's
pulsing cock meat down his tight throat.

Wave after wave of sex heat flood Jack's body.  His ass and mouth were
stuffed with mancock.  The smell of male sweat and sex filled his
nostrils.  The leaking cock thrusting in his mouth added to the
sensations.  He could smell Mike's musky balls.  Jack's ten inches were
being fisted by Mack in time with each of his savage cock thrusts up
Jack's tight hot hole.  Mike leaned forward and twisted the pointed
nipples on Jack's chest.  Jack was on fire!

The three MEN reached the pinnacle of their frenzy.  Mack, spit drooling
from his open mouth, and Mike, leaned together over Jack's ravaged body. 
They mashed their mouths together, fat wet tongues trading spit.

The three moaned and groaned as their pulsing cocks swelled and blasted
hot man cum together.  Licks of hot wet cream pumped up Jack's asshole
and
down his throat.  His own cock exploded, sending thick ropes of cum up
at
the two MEN kissing above him ... mixing his hot sperm with their
drooling
spit as it was passed from one mouth to the other.


The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 6

That night, just before lights out, Jack returned to check on Don
Williams.  The sight made Jack's cock leap to full erection.  Williams
was
savagely fucking back at the large dildo vibrator up his ass.  He was
vigorously sucking at the latex cock in his mouth, sucking hot cum from
his own balls.  Jack could see that Williams was cumming almost
continuously, as thick streams of his white cream traveled up the tube
to
his mouth.  Large drools of cum ran from his lips, seeping out around
the
corners of the latex cock plug, to pool on the table near his head.

Jack quickly disconnected all the devices - he didn't want Don damaged. 
However, he left Williams bound to the table.  Don quickly passed out,
exhausted from five hours of continuous sex.  Jack smiled when he
noticed
Don still had a huge hard on, even unconscious.

          *****

At 2330 hours, Jack was in his room.  He sat up in bed, naked.  All the
lights were out in the complex, save for a few very dim emergency
lights. 
They cast almost an eerie haze through the corridors.  Jack sat, propped
up by pillows, fisting his erect mancock with his right hand.  Two
fingers
of his left hand were busy, slowly fingering deep in his asshole.  At
2300
hours, he had turned on the SDL gas throughout the entire complex.  He
sat
with his door open, listening to the sounds carried down the hall from
the
MEN's sleeping quarters.  The moans, groans and muffled words left no
doubt as to what was happening.  The MEN were fucking and sucking up a
storm!  Jack quietly waited in the dark.

About fifteen minutes later, he saw a large shadow form in his open
doorway.  In the dim light, he was unable to determine who it was,
except
he was large and very muscular.  The black figure approached the bed. 
Jack could hear deep heavy breathing.  Jack watched the shadow's
approach,
still continuing to fist his own rigid cock.  The MAN sat down next to
Jack's hip and reached to Jack's naked body.  A big beefy hand ran down
Jack's chest, down to his hip.  It crossed to weigh the heavy swollen
balls at the base of Jack's erect cock, and then proceeded downward. 
The
hand reached Jack's asshole.  He felt a large, thick finger probe his
hole, joining his own two fingers.  The three digits slowly continued
their pumping in and out in unison.

Jack withdrew his hand.  His fingers were immediately replaced by the
shadow at his side.  Jack shut his eyes and concentrated on the three
big
fingers slowly dipping in and out of his tight wet asshole.  He
surrendered to the searing licks of sex flame that rose from his loins,
to
spread through his entire groin.  He continued to pump his cock, now
drooling thick streams of pre-cum.  Jack felt a movement next to his
side,
and soon a hot sucking mouth closed over one of his nipples.  He groaned
and the MAN sucked harder at the peaked bud, flicking his tongue against
its rigid surface.  The three thick fingers continued to pump his hot
ass.

The head rose from his chest and Jack felt a strong muscular hand
reached
behind his head to pull him forward.  His face mashed into a massive
ball
sack.  The musky odors emanating from the heated crotch enflamed Jack. 
His wide fat tongue slipped out to caress the swollen balls.  He laved
and
bathed them in hot spit.  The hand controlled his movements - from one
lemon-sized ball to the other, then up the huge cock stalk.  Jack could
feel the heat of the massive cock on his tongue.  He ran the wet soft
surface of his tongue across each heavy veined inch.  Hot wet streams of
pre-sum drooled down from the glans.  His tongue moved upward, upward to
his goal.  The mancock throbbed against his lips - it was hot - it was
hard.  And still the three fingers continued to pump his tight ass. 
Jack's tongue reached the flairing cockhead and moved across the wide
rim
onto the velvet head.  His tongue swirled around the wet surface and
dipped into the wide drooling slit.

Suddenly the cock and fingers were gone!  He was roughly turned face
down
sideways across the bed.  Two strong arms reached around his hips and
pulled him to his hands and knees.  There was no denying the strength. 
The MAN stroked and caressed Jack's hot ass cheeks, both hands slowly
working towards his sweaty asscrack and pulsing hot hole.

Jack felt the fingers rub his throbbing asshole.  Strong fingers parted
the ass lips.  He felt hot breath on his ass, and steaming spit drip
into
the parted entrance to his body.

It was replaced with the heat and pressure of a fat cockhead pressed to
his asshole.  Jack's muscles involuntarily nipped at the velvet head -
to
draw it in.  The mantool pressed forward and entered his ass - deeper
and
deeper it drove - filling him.

"Ahhhhhhhh ...  fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!", Jack groaned.

The thick mancock slowly pumped in and out of Jack's hot ass.  It drove
deep, bloating him, cockhair scratching at his ass lips.  Pulling out,
the
thick cockhead teased his asshole.  In deep.  Out.  In deep.  Out. 
Jack's
own hard ten inch cock jerked between his thighs with each thrust of the
massive MAN fucking him.

Jack heard more movement in the room.  He shuddered as a hand roughly
pulled his head up and a fat, long drooling cock was shoved in his
mouth. 
His tongue immediately lapped at the hard inches of cock as it traveled
in
between his open lips.  Two strong hands held his head in place,
directing
it up and down the thick cock.  Still the massive cock in his ass pumped
in and out.  He was filled with mancock.  Each fucked at his body. 
Their
thrusts were slow, serious, deliberate.

The large muscular MAN fucking Jack's ass leaned forward over Jack's
body.
 His beefy thrusting thighs made contact with the back of Jack's taunt
legs.  His hairy groin mashed into Jack's ass cheeks.  Jack could feel a
huge, churning ball sack press against his own balls which hung pulsing
between his legs.  The cock sunk deep into his ass and stopped.  Jack
flexed his ass as the MAN rotated his hips, savoring the full
penetration.
 Jack's guts churned inside.  It felt as if a log had impaled him.  It
was
long, it was thick - filling his ass.  It demanded satisfaction from
Jack's velvet hot hole.

Jack reached one hand back between his legs.  He palmed his rigid ten
inch
cock.  It was rock hard.  Hot streams of pre-cum drooled from its tip. 
He
smeared it hotly over the blunt head of his cock.  He reached further
back
to the two sets of churning man balls.  He cupped all four fat balls in
his hand - his own two and those of the MAN fucking his open ass.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaa!! ...", groaned the MAN.

"Feel those big hot balls! ... full of hot cum! ... hot man cream ...
hot
ass ... hot wet asshole ...", the MAN continued to groan.

Jack recognized the voice!  It was Jock Wilson! - big stud, ex-football
player, Jock!  Big, muscular, hung Jock Wilson!  Sinking his big cock up
Jack's ass.  Jack felt Jock rubbing his back, kneading the straining
muscles - seeking more and more hot contact - manflesh against manflesh!

Jack's thoughts returned to the big demanding cock in his mouth, when it
flexed and oozed a huge wad of pre-cum on his tongue.  The flavor was
sweet and hot.  Jack slowly ran his fat tongue across the surface of the
wide cock pumping in his mouth.  He traced the length and girth of the
cockmeat with his wet tongue and lips - flicking back and forth over the
mushroomed head, and tapping at the drooling pre-cum seeping from the
cocklips.  He swirled his tongue around the glans, his lips nipping the
flaired ridge.

As he sunk the long hard inches deep into his throat, his lips traced
the
swollen veins along the stalk.  Jack's lower lip could feel the wide
pulsing underside of the big cock - pulsing with hot pre-cum.  As his
mouth moved upward, and held the glans just inside his wet lips, he felt
strings of pre-cum across his tongue.  The cock drove deep again into
his
tight throat.  Jack's lips pressed against the hairy groin, his nose
buried in the thick crotch hair.  He breathed deep through his nose,
savoring the MAN smell.  His chin pushed into the churning ballsack at
the
base of the big cock.

"Awwwwww ... suck my cock ... suck it!", groaned the MAN fucking Jack's
face.

"Mmmmmmmm ...", Jacked hummed, his mouth stuffed full of cock.

"Aww ... yes ... suck it ... slurp it ... use that tongue! ... lap it
....
lap my juice."

The MAN held Jack's head in his large strong hands, guiding his mouth up
and down the drooling cock.

"Awwww ... yesssssss!", the MAN hissed as he bent his knees, pushing his
cock up and forward, deeper to Jack's sucking mouth.

Jack reached up to fondle the big ball sack at his chin, still using his
other hand to brace himself on the bed.  He weighed the large hairy
balls
in his hand.  When he slipped his hand between the MAN's legs to better
grasp the heavy nuts, his hand bumped into a chin and flicking wet
tongue!
With a shock, he realized someone else was in the room with them ... and
was licking at the ass of the MAN whose cock he was sucking.  Jack felt
a
slobbering wet tongue driving between the MAN's asscheeks, targeting the
MAN's asshole again and again.  It made Jack's own cock flex and become
harder still - if that were possible.

Jack let himself go.  He surrendered to the SDL gas.  He surrendered to
the big cock pumping up his ass, to the fat drooling cock in his mouth. 
He rocked his hips in time with the fucking of the big mancock in his
ass.
 He sucked and slurped at the cock in his mouth, as he moved his head in
figure eights over the big tool.  The MEN using his body noticed the
change, and took advantage of it.  They increased the urgency of their
trusting, becoming more and more verbal as their orgasms approached.

"Awwwww ... that's it ... move that fucking ass! ... tighten that
asshole
.... take my big cock ... get fucked ... fuck ... fuck ... ," groaned
Jock,
as he speeded up the long dick thrusts into Jack's hot asshole.

"Yeaaaaaa ... suck it! ... more, man ... take more ... suck that cock
....
yeaaaa ... just like that! ...yea, suck it .... here man, more cock ...
suck it!", panted the MAN in front of Jack.

The pounding of the big cocks increased.  His own cock was whipping up
and
down against his belly.  He was about to cum without even touching it! 
Long streams of pre-cum drooled from its tip.  His glans was pulsing
madly, the piss hole opening and closing.

"Yea ... suck ... suck ... suck that meat  ... suck the cum right out'a
me! ... ahhhhh ... gonna cum! ... awwww ... hot load .... gonna cum ..."

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...", Jock chanted behind Jack.

"Awwwww ... cum ... gonna cum .... hot load ...".

"Fuck ... fuck ... yessssssss ... so gooooooood! ... up that ass ....".

Jock's long fat cock slammed up Jack's ass and held.  It throbbed
violently ... then blasted its hot white manload.  Jack ground his ass
back against Jock, trying to get more and more of the spraying cock up
his
ass.  The cock in his mouth jerked.  Jack slid his head back, leaving
only
the fat cockhead in his mouth.  He flicked wildly with his tongue back
and
forth over the glans.  The cockhead expanded and recoiled in his mouth. 
A
huge bolt of hot cum shot across his tongue - followed by another ...
and
another.

The MEN leaned into Jack's body, still pumping.  They all tumbled onto
the
bed.

"Awwwwww shit!  my cock!  I'm cummingggggggg!", hollered Jack.

A hot sucking mouth closed over his ten inch manhood.  The night had
just
begun.

          *****

When Jack finally woke the next morning, he had to force his way out of
the tumble of bodies on his bed.  Jock Wilson was sprawled on his back,
his big beefy right hand cradling his big ball sack.  Jack arched his
eyebrows when he saw that his other partner was Bill Parks.  Big humpy
Bill had one of the biggest cocks in the group.  Jack did smile when he
saw young Larry Gold quietly sleeping with Bill's soft cock in his
mouth.

"Those two deserve more of my attention", thought Jack.

Jack showered, shaved and dressed.  He attended to a number of small
morning details about the complex.  That done, the day's real activities
could begin.  All the MEN were up and about by then.  They all looked
amazingly refreshed considering the long night everyone had.

Jack strode down the corridor near his room, to attend to Private Don
Williams.  Too bad he had missed the first night's activities, but that
couldn't be helped - training came first!

Don was still bound to the table.  He was awake when Jack entered the
room.

"All right, Williams, time to get up", said Jack as he released Don from
his bonds.

Williams stretched and sat up.  He turned to look at Captain Carison.

"Captain ... sir, I never knew ... ", said Williams with a lot of
respect.

"Yes, Private ... and now you do know", responded Jack.

Jack helped Don as he slid off the table and stood up.  Jack reached
down
and weighed Don's huge nut sack in the palm of his hand.  With his other
hand, he fisted Don's fat soft cock, rubbing his thumb over the wide
cockhead.

"Awwww ... shit, captain ... so goooood! ... my cock, Captain ....",
groaned Don.

Jack felt Williams' big cock throb and swell.

"Not now, Williams", said Jack, "but it still looks in good shape".

Jack released Don's cock, and Williams turned to reach for his suit.

"Wait", said Jack, "turn around first and bend over".

Private Williams did as he was told.  Jack palmed the taunt ass cheeks
and
dipped his fingers into the damp hairy crack.  As Jack ran his fingers
around the puckered asshole, Don moaned.

"Yea, Williams ... still tight and hot", said Jack.

"OK", said Jack, removing his hand.  "Stand up here and just put on the
suit pants ... keep that fantastic chest of your bare".

Williams put the pants on, his big cock and balls making a huge obvious
bulge between his legs.  Jack ran his hand over the long fat crotch.

"Now, go Private ... and meet the other MEN".

"Yes, SIR, Captain, SIR", Don said as he eagerly left the room.


The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 7

The MEN had been underground now for eight days.  They had developed
their
basic daily routine after only their second day.  No one woke very early
-
there really wasn't any need to - and considering the long all night
MAN-sex orgies, everyone slept in late.  Once they did wake, only a few
hours were spent on what Captain Carison called "private time" - when
the
men showered and cleaned themselves up.  Then came one or two hours of
actual work.  Things did need to get done.  The Mission wasn't a total
ruse.  The rest of the day was free.  And considering the close
quarters,
the horny MEN, and the hours of idle time - there was only one thing to
do.

That evening, about 1900 hours, Jack walked into the room that they had
assigned to be more or less a meeting room.  He was taken aback by what
he
saw.  Tall rangy Andy Johnson, the "cowboy", was stretched out in one of
the easy chairs.  He was bare chested, showing off his lean muscular
chest
and arms.  What surprised Jack, however, was that Andy was holding a
leather leash.  And it was attached to a wide leather band around young
David Moore's neck!

The slim white haired nineteen year old was on his knees in front of
Andy's chair.  David was virtually naked, except for leather bands
around
his wrists and ankles.  He wore a very brief leather jock over his ample
cock and balls, that tied about his waist and thighs.  It left his young
hard ass totally exposed.  The boy was leaning over, his face just above
Andy's well packed, but covered, crotch.

When Jack entered the room, Andy looked up.

"Evenin' Captain", said Andy.

Jack didn't respond.  He just nodded in acknowledgment.  He didn't know
what to say.  Walking up to Andy, he continued to stare at young David.

Andy saw the Captain's interest.

"Pony here's just a keeping his cowboy man warm, Captain", said Andy
with
a big smile.

Jack could now see that David was busy blowing hot breath along a
swollen
ridge in Andy's pants.  The ridge was obviously the outline of Andy's
fantastically long cock, lying along his right thigh, encased in his
tight
suit pants.

"Pony? ...", Jack asked questioningly, looking back up at Andy.

"Yes sir!  Young Pony here keeps his MAN real happy", responded Andy
with
a tug on the leash.

Jack felt his cock throb and swell.  He continued to stare at young
David's "duties" in Andy's crotch.

The white haired boy repeatedly blew hot air along Andy's cock bulge. 
He'd begin at the massive lump that outlined Andy's big ball sack, and
proceed along the thick ridge extending down the pant leg, made by
Andy's
long cock stalk.  When he reached the obvious lump made by the cockhead,
he would dip his head to surround the fat bulge with his mouth, and nip
at
it with his moist lips.  Jack's cock lengthened and stretched down his
leg
at the sight.

"That'a boy, Pony, show the Captain how to treat your MAN's cock", said
Andy as he unsnapped the button on the top of his pants.  Young David
took
over, as he slowly brought his hands up to pull Andy's zipper down.  For
a
moment Jack couldn't see much as David thrust his face into the now open
crotch to smell the MAN odor.  As he moved his head back and parted the
pants, Andy's giant cock sprung out.  It was unbelievably long.  It
pulsed
and throbbed in front of young David's face.  A wide stream of pre-cum
drooled from the glans.

David sunk his face into Andy's now exposed ball sack and started to
lick
and suck at the large hairy nuts.  Jack was amazed.  David never looked
up
during this whole time to even acknowledge the Captain.

Jack's eyes were riveted to the immense length of Andy's cock as it
waved
above David's head.  Jack's own ten inches was rock hard in his pants
and
straining against the thin fabric.

"Good Pony", said Andy.

"Gets you warmed up, doesn't it Captain? - watching how well Pony here
can
treat his MAN's nuts", continued Andy as he began to slowly fist his
cock.

Jack watched Andy's fingers as they made their way up the long cock
shaft.
 Andy began to slowly rub Jack's thigh with his free hand.  As he talked
and Jack stared, Andy ran his hand back to Jack's taunt ass cheeks.  He
moved the palm of his hand up and down. marveling at their hardness. 
His
fingers dipped into the deep crack of Jack's ass and slowly rubbed over
the puckered asshole between those tight cheeks.  Andy could feel the
heat
and pulsing of the asshole lips even through Jack's pant material.  When
he saw Jack's crotch throb at his touch, he knew immediately where Jack
was at and smiled to himself.  He had an idea!

David slowly worked his sucking, slurping mouth off Andy's balls and
started to move up the long cock.

"Watch Captain.  Watch how the boy can wet down my big long cock pole",
continued Andy, watching for Jack's reaction.

"Watch Captain, how he wets down every fucking inch of that big cock. 
Real big cock, captain.  Long fucking cock", Andy went on.

Andy could see Jack was mesmerized by his long cock, and continued to
plant a "seed" of his idea in Jack's mind.

"Gets you goin', huh Captain?  Seein' that boy workin' on my big long
cock.  Wetin' it down - all fucking twelve inches of that long, long
cock", Andy kept it up as he moved his hand from Jack's ass to rub
across
his now distended crotch.

"Look Captain.  Look at my old long cock drool."

Andy suddenly stood up.  He face d Jack and ordered David to pull his
MAN's pants all the way down and off.  Andy meanwhile busied himself
with
Jack's pants.

"Here, let me help you out, Captain.  I'll get Pony here to show you how
good he really is", said Andy as he pulled Jack's pant zipper down to
release Jack's throbbing ten inches.

"Get yourself down there, Pony, and treat both our balls right good",
commanded Andy once David had pulled Andy's pants completely off.  Jack
stepped out of his pants as if in a daze, his eyes locked on Andy's big
long cock pressed up against his own turgid tool.  Andy wrapped one of
his
big hands around the two cocks and started to fist them together.  He
used
his other hand to hold Jack close.

Jack groaned as he felt the hot sucking mouth of David lap at his balls
as
they hung low in their sack.  Andy slowly fisted the two cocks.

"Look here Captain.  Look how my big old long cock reaches above yours. 
My big long, long cock Captain."

"Mmmmmmmmmm ... ", moaned Jack.

Andy kept directing young David to service him and the captain with
commands and pulls on the leash.

"Wet those ball down, Pony.  Show the Captain what a good boy you are. 
Suck those balls.  Lick their sweat."

Andy held the leash in his free hand and pulled it over Jack's shoulder,
forcing David further back between Jack's open legs.

"Eat the Captain's balls, Pony", said Andy and then returned his
attention
back to Jack.

"Two big mancocks, right Captain?"

"Feel my long  cock right against yours ... feels good"

"Like that, Captain?  Like my big long cock rubbing against yours?",
continued Andy as he fisted both rigid cocks.

"Geeeezzzz ... Captain ... look how my long cock's drollin'.  Droolin'
all
over it big cockhead ... nice hot wet juice ... droolin' down that long,
long cock shaft ... why its a droolin' right onto your cock, Captain ...
yeaaaa".

"Pony, eat the Captain's ass ... eat that hole!", barked Andy.

"Ughhhhhh ... mmmmmm ", moaned Jack as he felt David's hot wet tongue
reach into his ass crack and lick the sweaty pulsing hole.

"Atta boy, Pony ... get the Captain hot ... feels real good, don't it
Captain? ... young Pony there with his tongue up your hot ass ... and my
big long cock juicing yours down ..."

"Ohhhhhhhh ...", groaned Jack, his knees getting weak.

"That'a way, Captain.  Feel that hot tongue up your asshole ... wetin'
you
down ... hot, wet tongue eatin' you out ... openin' you up, Captain ...
hot, wet open asshole ... huh, Captain? ... like that, don't ya?"

"This is makin' my long cock feel real good, Captain ... look at that
mother ... more than twelve hot fuckin' inches, Captain ... you like my
big long cock, Captain? ... feel that long cock rubbin' there against
you
...."

Young David had worked his way through Jack's spread legs.  He was now
on
his haunches behind Jack, using his two hands to spread Jack's tight ass
cheeks apart.  He buried his face between the cheeks, sucking and
slurping
at the puckered hole.  The leash around his neck was pulled tight, up
over
Jack's shoulder by Andy.  David's own ample ten plus inch cock was
straining against his leather jock.  His teen pre-cum was drooling like
mad, soaking the inside of the small pouch.

Andy suddenly jerked the leash.

"Stand up, Pony and come here!", he ordered as he dropped the leash. 
His
other hand never missed a beat in jacking the two big cocks.

While he waited for David to stand, Andy used his free hand to now pinch
at Jack's hard nipples through his suit top.

"That'a way, Captain ... fuck your hot cock up there against my big long
tool ... Go on, feel it Captain ... feel my big long droolin' cock with
yours ... ", said Andy as he grabbed one of Jack's hands and wrapped it
around their rigid cocks.  Andy kept his hand over Jack's forcing the
Captain to jack the two big mancocks.

"Yea, Captain ... make that cock of mine feel real good ... ".

Andy turned to David who now stood at his left.  He roughly grabbed at
David's jock and ripped it off in one pull, releasing David's hard cock
from its confinement.  The ten plus inch cock waved in front of David's
sweaty groin, spewing drops of pre-cum against the two MEN's hips.

"Fuck his asshole!", commanded Andy.

As Jack started to protest, Andy pushed David's soaking jock into his
face, smearing its inside against Jack's nose and mouth.  David was
behind
the Captain in a flash, wedging Jack between himself and Andy.  Their
bodies literally smeared together, from their combined sweat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh ...", Jack groaned into the wet jock as David's thick cock
slid into his tight ass.

"Fuck'm ... fuck'm ... fuck'm ...", Andy chanted while continuing to
force
Jack's hand up and down their melded cocks.

David sank his ten inches deep into Jack, causing him to push forward
hard
into Andy.

"Fuck'm ... fuck'm ... fuck'm hard ... open that asshole ... wet'm down
with your hot load".

"Look at my big long cock, Captain ... Look at it ... your cock drooling
all over mine ... wettin' down ... gonna make you cum, Captain ... make
you sum ... shot your load all over my long cock."

"Look at my long cock ... look, Captain ... cum on it ... wet every
fucking inch ... cause then I'm gonna fuck your ass deep", Andy growled.

"Fuck'm Pony.  Dick his ass!"

"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...", groaned Jack as his body was savaged between
the two MEN.

"Cum Captain ... cum ... cum ... cum ... wet my cock ...".

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh ...", David suddenly moaned, slamming
himself up Jack's ass and holding it there.

Jack's eye's bulged.  He could feel hot lick of cum shot deep into his
ass.  His own cock was very close.  The wide piss slit at the tip of his
rigid cock was opening and closing spasmodically.  He was about to shoot
his own load of mancream.

"Cum ... cum ... cum, Captain ... shoot that load ... wet my cock ...
gonna fuck your ass ...", chanted Andy.

Jack's muscular thighs started to quiver.  His big fat cock throbbed and
exploded.

"Ahhhhhh ... ah ... ah ... ah ...", he moaned as bolt after bolt of cum
shot from his cock.  David's cock was still packed up his ass teasing
his
prostrate.

"That'a wayyyyyyyyy!", screamed Andy as he quickly caught and spread
Jack's cream over the entire length of his immense twelve inch cock.

Jack's cock was still shooting when Andy roughly pulled him away from
David, ripping David's cock from Jack's ass.  He pushed the Captain face
down across the padded arm of the easy chair.  Jack's ass was up and
exposed - a stream of David's cum flowing from his swollen asshole. 
David
tumbled backward on his ass, his hot load still pumping from his cock.

"Get fucked!", Andy hissed as he drove his long cock into Jack's wet ass
in one long, long stroke.

"Oooooooooooooooo!!!", Jack's head snapped up, his body went rigid, as
Andy's cock went deep, deep and hit bottom in Jack's guts.

"Take it ... take it ...get fucked ...", mindlessly yelled as he thrust
over and over again into Jack.

"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...", tore from Jack's panting mouth at each deep,
gut twisting stroke of the long cock up his ass.

"yes ... oh yea ... nice ass ... nice hot ass ... tight asshole ... take
it ... yea ... awwww fuck ... get fucked ... "

"Yessss!  That'a way, Pony! ... lick my ass!  oh, yea!", Andy screamed
as
he wildly dicked Jack's upthrust ass.  David had recovered and
immediately
glued his sucking lips to his MAN's asshole.  Fighting Andy's thrusting
hips, he held tight to Andy's asscheeks, mashing his face deep into the
asscrack, and swaying with the movement.  At each backward thrust of
Andy's hips, David's wet tongue drove into the MAN's ass.

"Awwwww ... gonna cum! ... gonna cum! .... too soon! ... too fucking
soon!
.... Oh yea ... oh yea ...oh yea ... here it cums ... yea .... yea ...
CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGG!!", shouted Andy as he thrust deep into Jack's flexing
ass and unloaded his huge load of mancream.

Jack felt flooded as wave after wave of cum exploded in his ass.

"Yesssssssssssssss ...!", Jack hissed.

Andy collapsed on top of Jack and held his body plastered to Jacks
sweaty
back as the final runs of cum flowed from his long cock.  He then stood
up, slowly pulling his monstrously long cock from Jack's ravaged ass.

"Noooooooooooo ...", Jack groaned.

"Good Fuck!", said Andy as he slapped Jack's ass.

"Come on, Pony ... let's go hit the sack!".  Andy picked up David's
leather jock and leash which had fallen on the floor and led the young
MAN
out of the room.

Jack's couldn't move!  He was exhausted.  His ass had just been royally
fucked - twice!  He could feel the hot loads still pumped up his tight
asshole.  He lay there, across the padded arm of the chair, his naked
ass
exposed, cum seeping from his now red puckered hole, trying to catch his
breath.

Suddenly he felt two big strong hands grab his ass cheeks and spread
them.
 A big fat wet tongue shot up his tortured hole and lapped at his
insides.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh ...", he groaned.

He made a feeble attempt to look back over his shoulder.  When he saw
big
butch Don Williams' face pressed into his asscrack and Don's mammoth
eleven inch cock rigidly sticking out of his open pants, he knew he was
in
for yet another hot manfuck.  His asshole throbbed at the thought.


The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 8

Day after day, night after night, the pattern of spontaneous mansex
continued.  In groups of two, three and four, the MEN constantly turned
to
each other - their cocks up hard, their mouths open and the assholes
available.  Jack had even stumbled upon a number of one MAN episodes -
and
often joined right in.  Once he found Andy Johnson, the cowboy, in bed,
his legs thrown back over his head, sucking his own twelve plus inch
cock.
 Jack obliged by licking Andy's balls and asshole, as the MAN sucked
himself to a hot climax.  And another time he found Private Paul Rock,
the
weightlifter he enjoyed on the trip down, standing naked in front of a
full length mirror, beating his more than ample nine inch cock as he
watched himself pose - flexing his wildly developed muscles.  And the
many
times, he discovered Don Williams returning on his own to the "training"
room.

The MEN had really taken to the sex.  Jack hadn't had to use the SDL gas
after the third day into the mission.  The afternoon, before the day
they
were to terminate their stay and return, Jack setup for a final
cock-shattering episode.

He had the MEN redo one of the small meeting rooms for the occasion. 
All
the furniture was removed.  The room was bare, except for a heavily
padded
carpet, upon which Jack had the MEN place a series of scattered
cushions. 
The MEN were told to assemble around 1300 hours.  When Jack arrived, all
nine MEN were there waiting for him.  He told them to find a spot on the
floor and relax.  The door was closed, and unknown to the MEN, was
locked.
 He also flipped a hidden switch to the right of the door.  What the MEN
didn't know was that that particular switch controlled SDL gas flow into
the room.  Jack had set the control to half way between medium and its
highest setting.  He wanted to assure that this would be a meeting the
MEN
long remembered.

Jack stood up front facing the MEN.

He began by thanking the MEN for their participation in the mission and
their good working relationship - which drew quite a few laughs.

Less than ten minutes into the talk, Jack became aware that the MEN were
beginning to react to the SDL gas.  They looked flushed and were
beginning
to perspire - mansweat odor filling the room.  And they all began to
fidget a bit.

Jack knew it would take another few minutes before they were ready for
his
surprise - so he decided to get the MEN to first focus on each other's
bodies - getting them "warmed up" for what was to follow.  He got their
attention by making a big deal out of thanking each MAN individually for
his mission contribution.

The Captain asked each in turn to stand, as he thanked them.  The result
was a parade of bulging muscles, tight asses, and swollen crotches for
all
to see.  By the time he got to the last of the nine, the MEN were hot. 
Obvious erections strained their pant suits; their breath coming very
heavy.

Jack paused, then spoke.

"OK MEN.  Now for a special end to all of this ..."

He went to the corner of the room and flipped three switches set in a
metal panel on the wall.  One dimmed the lights (but not fully), one
lowered a screen against the wall and the third started a video
projector.
 As the tape started, Jack under cover of the dimmed lights, returned to
the door and reset the SDL gas switch to maximum.

Jack then sat back on the floor with his MEN.  As he reclined between
Rock
and Don Williams, the first pictures formed on the screen.

It was the video tape of the MEN's trip down in the travel tubes!

"Holy SHIT!"

"Hot damn!"

"Fuckin' A! ... Look at that ASS!"

"Oh Shit ... What a COCK!"

The comments from the MEN were at first from surprise ... then from
excitement.

"Oh yea! ... baby ... suck that MEAT!"

"Mmmm ... tight hot fuck!"

Hands reached for bulging erections, rubbed hot ass checks ... 

Rock sunk his face into Jack's crotch, and started to suck Jack's ten
inch
cock through his pants, while fumbling with the zipper to release the
mantool.  Don leaned over and pulled Jack's top off, exposing Jack's
hairy
muscular chest.  He leaned in to suck at one of Jack's peaked nipples. 
Williams then pulled away and grabbed Jack's head, forcing him down to
his
eleven inch cock sticking out of his open pants.

"Suck it, Captain ... suck my cock".

Jack did.  The Captain's pants were down around his ankles now, as Rock
continued to deep throat his ten inch dick.  Jack could feel other hard
sweaty bodies pressed against him.  He could hear the other MEN sucking
and fucking.  A hot wet tongue thrust into his exposed asscrack and
began
to lap at his asshole.

Jack concentrated on Don's monster cock in his mouth.  He suck at the
fat
drooling mushroomed head, flicking his tongue over the bubbling slit. 
He
dropped his head, sliding inch after fat inch into his mouth.  He held
his
breath and sunk further, driving that cock deep into his throat.  Up and
down he pump over that large mantool.

Williams verbalized his encouragements.

"Yes ... Oh yea ... hot fucking mouth ... Suck it! ... Suck that big
dick!"

"Mmmmm ... mmmmm ... mmmm", Jacked moaned as he sunk his wet mouth down
on
Don's big cock again and again.  Gobs of hot wet spit slid down the hard
cock to coat Don's huge manballs, slicking his wild crotch hair across
his
gut.  Jack's chin rubbed against Don's fat churning balls each time he
deep throated the tool.  Jack cupped those balls in his hands, and felt
them roll in their hairy sack.

"Chow down, Captain ... eat that cock ... suck it off ... suck it ...
suck
.... suck ... hot fuckin' Captain's mouth ... sucking my cock ... hot cum
in there ... hot load for that Captain's mouth!"

Jack heard a deep groan next to him and looked over.  Inches from his
face
a huge glistening cock was pumping up a swollen asshole.  It was Bill
Parks fucking young Larry Gold.  Jack watched as in almost slow motion,
Parks' long thick cock pushed aside the pink asshole lips and slid
tightly
into the pit of Gold's ass.  The funky hot smell of wet ass drifted
across.  In and out with slow deliberate strokes, that monster cock
pumped.

Jack's whole body was on fire.  A big hard mancock was stuffed down his
throat, a hot wet sucking mouth covered his own turgid staff, a moist
soft
tongue lapped at his asshole, and there before his eyes was a hot fuck
teasing his senses.

"Awww shit! ... shit Captain ...", Don Williams moaned, "Suck that cock
.... gonna blast ... gonna cream!"

Jack returned his full attention to the fat thrusting eleven inch cock
in
his mouth.  He reached to cup and caress Don's balls.  They were hot and
tight to the touch.  Williams grabbed Jack's head and began to thrust
deep
into his throat.

"Suck ... suck ... awwwww ... so hot ... so wet .... suck it!"

Jack's wet lips slid up and down the full eleven inch length of Don's
cock.  He thrashed and flicked his tongue at its girth, toying with the
fat glans on each upward stroke.  Pre-cum poured from the slit, merging
with Jack's saliva and washed the veiny shaft.

"Awwww ... awwww ... gonna blow ... gonna shoot ......"

"Jack suddenly felt the thick cock expand and explode in his dripping
mouth.

"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...",  Don screamed as the first bolts of cum
erupted
from his cock and flooded Jack's mouth.  The Captain pressed his lips
tight around the shooting shaft, shoved it deep into his throat, sinking
his nose into Don's heaving crotch.  Jack's chin mashed Williams' tight
ballsack as those big eggs contracted again and again, pumping their
load
up and out.

As Jack move his mouth up the erupting cock, the cum filled his mouth to
overflowing.  His tongue whipped back and forth savoring the taste.  The
huge load seeped from between his lips, down along Don's hard veined
cock
stalk.

As Don slowly pulled his spent cock from Jack's mouth, Jack became more
aware of what was happening around him.  His own cock was still being
treated to the pleasures of Rock's hungry sucking lips.  His ass cheeks
were spread wide open, and a beard stubbled face fought to gain deep
access to his asscrack, with a velvety tongue lapping at his hole.  Bill
Parks had brought Larry Gold up to his hands and knees and was furiously
long dicking the kid's tight ass from behind.

The moaning throughout the room was growing in volume.  Groans of
passion
echoed between Jack's hard dicked MEN.

"Ahhh fuck ... fuck ... fuck meeeeeeeeee!"

"Suck it! ... suck it! ..."

"Ohhhh ... take my hot cum! ..."

Beyond Bill and Larry, the married guys were sucking each others cocks. 
Mack Anderson on his hands and knees had Mike Lee on his back as he
straddled him.  Mack's big ten inch cock thrusting into Mike's mouth
from
above, while Mack sucked Mike from above.  Jack smiled when he saw
Private
Jock Wilson, the football stud, behind Mack's raised ass, driving his
eleven inch cock up Mack's asshole.  David Moore, "Pony", was behind
Jock
licking his ass and dangling ballsack.  But where was Andy Johnson?

Suddenly Jack felt the hot tongue up his ass pull away.  A big long,
long
stiff cock shoved its way up his soaking asshole.

"Awwwwwww ...", groaned Jack.  "Fuck me cowboy!"

A number of the MEN shifted places around the room.  Two thick drooling
cocks appeared in front of Jack's face.  He never bothered to look up to
see who they were ... he just sunk his mouth over the first as he
tightly
jacked the second.  He then shifted between the big cocks, sucking first
one then the other.  He sucked ... and sucked ... and sucked.

 
The PRIME MISSION
Chapter 9

Jack crossed the compound on his way to the Command Center.  The sun was
just setting behind the Western buildings.  He felt good - really good. 
He had had almost forty hours sleep since returning.  He had needed it. 
The fuck/suck session the MEN participated in before the trip back up
had
lasted hours into the night.  He was totally spent afterwards.  Now he
was
on his way to the Commander's office.  Earlier he received notice that
the
Commander wanted to hear a verbal mission report, before Jack got around
to writing a formal one up.  Jack felt so good, his usual uneasiness at
seeing big DICK Stevens was forgotten.

Most of the camp personnel had already left their jobs at this hour, and
had headed back to their quarters, so the compound was very quiet.  Jack
strode into the Command Center and down the corridor leading to the
Commander's office.  At the door, he met the last of the Commander's
staff
leaving for the day.  On his way past, an orderly on a big rush to
leave,
told Jack that the "man" was expecting him and to go right in.

Jack knocked at the inner office door and entered when he heard the deep
masculine voice inside call "IN".  Jack closed the door behind him and
looked over to see Stevens standing across the room making himself a
drink.

"Jack.  Good to see you again.  We missed you.  Can I fix you a drink?"

"Aaa ... yes Sir.  Please ... a scotch?"

"Cut the sir shit, Jack ... relax, it's after hours."

Commander Stevens turned back to make Jack his drink.  Jack felt the old
uneasiness return.

"The fucking MAN is a wet dream", he thought.  "Big fucking butch male."

The Commander had his coat off.  Jack's eyes traveled down the back of
DICK Stevens as he stood at the bar.  Below a thickly corded neck
branched
out huge muscled shoulders.  The Commander's shirt clung and molded to
his
broad back, showing off long slabs of hard muscle underneath.  His back
tapered in a sharp V to his narrow waist.  His ass was two indented
mounds
of rock hard man-muscle, which pushed against his slacks.  Below flaired
muscular thighs and calves.  The MAN was an ultimate man - tall, pure
muscle.

"Here you go", said the Commander as he strode over to Jack and handed
him
a drink.  His six foot four frame towered over Jack's five-seven.

"Take a seat ... and tell me all about it".

Jack sat in one of the leather easy chairs.  The Commander sat directly
opposite Jack.  As Jack sipped his drink, he couldn't help but notice
the
sight Stevens made sitting there.  The Commander's tie was off, and
thick
mats of curly brown hair peeked out from the open collar.  His shirt
pulled tight across his massive muscled chest.  Two large peaks poked at
the shirt material at the tip of each of his slatted paps.  His muscled
thighs spread out before Jack's eyes as the Commander sat back in the
chair.  And between those thighs, a huge obscene bulge which drew your
eyes to it.  It was difficult, if not impossible, to break eye contact
with that massive bulge.  It seemed to radiate heat and desire.

"Jack ... Jack ... you OK?"

Jack snapped his eyes up.  The Commander was sitting there smiling. 
Jack
knew he had been caught staring at the Commander's crotch.

"Sir, yes, sir ... fine", responded Jack.

"Good ... Now tell me ... what was it like? ... being cooped up so
long",
asked Stevens.

"Not too bad actually ... we kept busy, what with surveying the lab and
checking and rechecking the equipment", replied Jack.

With that, the Commander stood and walked over to Jack.  He stood very
close, looking down into Jack's eyes.

"Tell me, Jack.  What was it really like? ... to have all those men ...
so
confined ... so close?"

Stevens' big hand closed over Jack's left shoulder.  Jack could feel its
immense strength.  Jack was at eye level with the Commander's crotch. 
He
felt overwhelmed and tense.

"So close, Jack, so close ... you could smell those men ... smell their
sweat ... their damp musky mansweat".

Jack's head started to swim - the scotch, the closeness of the
Commander,
his suggestive voice ...

Jack's eyes began to droop, his mind concentrating on the Commander's
voice.

"Yes ... yes ... the MAN smell ...", Jack mumbled.  Jack could smell it
now - hot ... dank ... MANsweat.

The Commander pulled Jack's shoulder forward.  Jack's face was an inch
from the Commander's crotch.

"Smell it, Jack ... smell than mansmell ... hot wet man sweat ... smell,
Jack ... you think I didn't know ... what really went on, Jack ...
smell,
Jack ... smell that MANcrotch", the Commander taunted as he pulled
Jack's
face into his massive crotch.

Jack breathed deep.  His cock flexed, growing down his pant leg. 
Mansmell
.... hot man cock smell.  Stevens guided Jack's face back and forth
across
his swollen crotch.  Jack's nose was pressed deep into the soft mound
between the Commander's legs.  Jack was panting.  He smelled the
Commander's hot crotch.  He smelled the MAN's big cock and balls through
the slacks.

The Commander leered and reached down with his free hand to loosen and
undo his belt.  When it was unclasped, he slid the zipper down,
revealing
to Jack's nose his mounded crotch encased in a damp white jock strap. 
The
mesh material was stretched thin to encompass the massive girth of his
cock and balls.  Jack buried his face in the big pouch.  He was wildly
panting now.  He drew in all the intense odors of mansweat, manpiss and
cum that jock yielded up.  Without his even realizing, his hands had
come
up to hold the Commander's thighs - holding his face deep into the
Commander's crotch.

Jack was gone!  The devil couldn't have pulled him away.  Stevens now
used
both his hands to lower his slacks.  He kept his hips thrust forward,
pushing and mashing his huge jock into Jack's face.

"Smell that, Jack.  Smell that big mancock.  Smell those big manballs",
said Stevens in his deep voice.

"Awwwwww ..", moaned Jack, his mouth opening to press against the
tightly
stretched jock.  He felt cock and balls and MAN all around him.  He was
lost to it - mancock - manballs.

The Commander's slacks pooled around his ankles.  His muscular legs were
taunt as he pushed his hips forward into Jack's now slobbering face. 
His
large, rock-hard ass cheeks were tightly indented.  The twin globes
framed
by the white jock straps.

"That's the way, Jack ... get your mouth down on that big jock ... Let
me
see you suck that jock ... suck that big jock, Jack ... let me see your
juicy mouth such that fat jock ..."

Jack continued to move his face back and forth over the surface of the
Commander's jock pouch.  His mouth and lips sucked and slurped hot wet
spit across its surface.  Jack's tongue traced every fat bulge and swell
of that white pouch.  His nose drank in the dank man-odor of crotch -
big
MAN crotch.

Jack roved over and around the pouch with his mouth.  The white jock was
now soaking wet.  Brown crotch hairs protruding out on all sides were
slicked down with his hot spit.

"Mmmmmm ... mmmmm ... mmmmm", Jack moaned as his face pushed into the
Commander's bloated jock.

Stevens pulled away.  Jack was in a daze.  He couldn't move.  He just
stared at that jock.  Stevens reached over and tore Jack's shirt open,
exposing Jack's hairy chest.  He opened Jack's pants, and lifting him
like
a feather by the hips, pulled them off.  Jack fell back into the leather
chair, naked from the waist down, his shirt in tatters about his
shoulders.

Then big Commander DICK Stevens went to work!

The Commander pulled Jack's hips forward to the edge of the seat.  He
then
pulled each of Jack's legs over one of the chair arms.  Jack was quite a
sight.  His face was a mask of pure male lust.  His eyes followed the
bulging crotch of Commander Stevens as he moved around Jack's chair. 
Spit
drooled from Jack's mouth.  His heaving sweaty chest rose up and down
with
shredded material from his shirt.  His hard nipples poked out from his
hairy chest mat.  His ten inch cock lay rigid across his taunt stomach,
trailing slicks of pre-cum.  His big fat hairy balls hung low in their
sack, between his spread legs, dangling over his exposed asscrack and
covering his tight asshole.  Still he just started at the Commander's
jock
pouch with lust.

DICK Stevens stripped.  The only thing he left on was his now spit
soaked
jock strap.  It held back the huge mound of his swollen cock and balls.

The Commander swung one of his beefy muscled legs over the arms of the
chair, placing his massive crotch right in Jack's face.  With one
muscular
hand, he drew Jack's face back into his jock.

"Suck that jock ... suck it ... suck it", Stevens ordered.

The Commander flexed his hips, driving his crotch into Jack's face. 
Jack's wet tongue went back to work.  He traced up and down, back and
forth across the white pouch.  His lips felt the Commander's cock
hardening underneath.

"Wet it down ... that's the way ... hot spit ... suck that jock ... such
that spit covered jock".

Jack moaned over and over as his whole face rubbed into that monsterous
cockpouch.

The Commander reached down and flipped one of his huge hairy balls out
of
the side of the wet jock.  It was the size of a small orange.

"Here, Jack ... eat that ball ... that big fat manball ... lap it down
...
suck on it."

Jack's hot spit lapping tongue reached out and washed the offering.  His
tongue curled under and weighed the fat ball floating in its sack.  He
nipped at its surface with his lips.  It was too big to enter his mouth,
so he licked its surface up and down.

The Commander reached beneath his spread legs, to Jack's chest.  He
found
both of Jack's pointed nipples and pulled and squeezed them hard.

"Suck that hot ball, Jack ... lick it ... "

Jack groaned under the onslaught.  His nipples were on fire.  His big
fat
cock jerked and drooled.  He pressed his face even deeper into the
Commander's crotch and ate manball.  He sucked and slurped.

The Commander used one hand to flick his other massive ball out from the
other side of the jock.  Reaching back to flick at Jack's nipples, he
thrashed his tight muscular hips back and forth, feeding first one ball
then the other to Jack's hot devouring mouth and tongue.

"Worship those manballs, Jack ... use that tongue ..", the Commander
ordered.

Five minutes later, Stevens suddenly wrenched himself off of Jack, and
just as fast restraddled the chair - this time with his jock strap
framed
ass over Jack's face.  He pressed his sweaty ass crack into Jack's face.

"Eat ass, ball-licker ... eat my ass!"

Jack's fat tongue shot out and immediately began to wet down the
Commander's hairy asscrack.  Each time he passed over the man's asshole,
his tongue would quickly flick back and forth.  The Commander leaned to
the left and reached into the drawer of a small table beside the chair. 
He pulled out a strip of rawhide.  He quickly ties it around Jack's
drooling ten inch cock - at the base forming a tight cockring.  More and
more pre-cum drooled from Jack's cock slit from the handling.  The heavy
blood gorged veins swelled along Jack's cock.  The Commander held Jack's
cock firmly in one hand as he rotated the flat palm of his other hand
around Jack's glans.

"Suck that asshole!  Jam your fat tongue in deep ... suck ass ... yea
....", Stevens yelled as he pushed back into Jack's face.

Jack curled his tongue and thrust it deep into the Commander's asshole. 
He licked at the inner membranes, while nipping at the ass with his lips
-
tasting, wetting - worshipping that ass.

The Commander again reached into the table drawer and removed a small
tube
of lubricant.  Flipping its cover off, he squeezed a large mound on his
fingers.  Tossing the tube aside, he reached down past Jack's ten inch
cock, past Jack's hairy ballsack, slicking the gel along Jack's spread
asscrack.  Back and forth he rubbed.  Each time he passed over Jack's
asshole, his fingers dipped into its open lips.  Back and forth, deep
and
deeper into the open hole.

"Yea ... hot fucking ass ... hot tight manpussy ... that hot ass hungry?
.... hot, wet tight ass ... hungry pussy ... needs to get fed ... ",
Stevens talked to Jack's ass as if it were alive.

The Commander concentrated on that hot open ass.  He jammed one finger
deep into the hot pit.  In and out he frigged that ass, then around and
around he rubbed the insides.  Then two fingers, then three .... 
Stevens
alternated three fingers, pull them out, then shove his thumb in, and
out
- over and over again.

"Hot ass ... hot pussy ... needs cock ... needs big fucking hard cock
....
pussy gonna get fucked ... pussy gonna get stuffed ... ya ... pussy
needs
cock ...", Stevens rambled on and on.

Then the Commander pulled his fingers slowly out of Jack's ass.  Jack's
ass lips seemed to cling to the retreating fingers.  Stevens swung off
Jack's body.  He turned around to face Jack.  He bent over and ran his
hands along Jack's sweaty chest, and twisted Jack's hard nipples.

Stevens reached into the table drawer one last time.  He held a silver
inhaler.  Snapping off its lid, he jammed it up Jack's nostril.  Amyl! 
The fumes rocketed to Jack's brain.  His whole body melted into flaming
lust - cock! - he wanted cock! - he needed cock!

Standing tall in front of Jack, the Commander reached for his jock. 
Jack
stared with blurry eyes, the amyl coursing through his system.  Looping
his thumbs into the straps at either side of the grotesquely bulging
pouch, the Commander lifted it up and then down over his cock and balls.

The biggest cock Jack had ever seen burst from its confinement.  Jack
was
stunned.

The Commander towered over Jack.  Centered between his muscle-slabbed
thighs, stood a monument to masculinity.  It had to be thirteen inches
long!  It rose proudly from a massive bed of dark hair, running straight
as an arrow to its cut crown.  Its girth was intimidating, but well
balanced for such a massive instrument of sex and power.  Two long
strings
of thick pre-cum spilled from its head to pool over Jack's own crotch.

The Commander stepped out of the jock, and moved forward.  Grasping his
immense cock at its base, the Commander brought it to Jack's mouth.  He
wielded it as a club to smeared Jack's lips and lower jaw with the
drooling juice covering the glans.  

Jack tried to cover its broad tip with his mouth, but failed.  His
tongue
could only lap at the flowing juice.  He was a mass of frustration. 
Here
was the cock he had dreamed about, but now found he was unable to give
it
the true worship it deserved.

"Don't bother, Jack.  It's not want this cock wants right now anyway. 
Don't worry, before long you will be trained to give it its due", said
the
Commander.

Stevens stepped back and slid his beefy arms under Jack's legs, lifting
Jack bodily off the chair.  While Jack's legs wrapped around the
Commander's narrow waist, Stevens' hands held Jack's ass cheeks and
spread
them wide.  The Commander's rigid cock pointed up to Jack's distended
asshole.

As the Commander slowly lowered Jack, impaling him, Jack looked into
Stevens' eyes.

"Sir ... how did you know?", asked Captain Jack Carison.

Stevens smiled and replied, "Didn't you know ... Andy Johnson and I are
cousins ... we've been fucking and sucking each other ever since we were
twelve."  And then, Jack's nirvana arrived.


The PRIME MISSION
Epilog

Jack Carison woke to a bright sunny Western mountain day.  He stretched
and groaned in the king size bed.  Kicking off the still crisp white
sheet, he lay naked.  As he ran his hands down his muscular chest, he
smiled broadly.  Jack was happy.  Jack had never been this happy.

Although he glanced at the other side of the bed to check, he knew Dick
would be up already.  Dick always rose early, no matter how late they
partied.  Jumping out of bed, eager for the day to begin, Jack padded
out
of the room to the kitchen.  No need to get dressed.  Seemed there
almost
never was a need to get dressed this days.

"Morning", said Dick Stevens

Jack never said a word, just walked up to Dick and gave him the deepest
kiss he could muster this great day.

"Well ... What was that for?", asked Dick when they finally broke.

"Last week, last night, today and tomorrow", said Jack.

Jack Carison and Dick Stevens were together in the big family ranch that
Dick's parents left him when they passed away.  Being their only child,
Dick inherited all their possessions, including this ranch and a nest
egg
to last a lifetime.  To Jack's amazement, Dick had told Jack that first
night together that he had wanted Jack for a long time, but had
hesitated
because of his military career.  They were together now for almost a
year.
 In two months, both men's stints were up and they decided they would
both
"retire" here to the ranch.

"Well you better get moving, everyone's expected to arrive by noon",
said
Dick.

Jack was thrilled.  Dick had arranged for a re-union of the MEN - all
nine
of them from the PRIME Mission, here at the ranch.  He had even made
sure
it was on military time, so the MEN didn't have to use leave.

"Oh yea ... ", added Dick, "I forgot to tell you that I also invited
four
of my buddies from my college days, all ex-football players."

Jack's asshole throbbed.


-the end