What A Mess: Blackmail
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Fuck, Sklar. The point where Matt is dwarfing Jim and he has to consider if he wants to show him who's bigger or try not to get hard is so fucking hot. Talk about power exchange, god damn.
Damn! What a Fucking story! I’m looking forward to that young punk fucking Jim’s wife.
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I sit there, in the shower.
In his piss.
With a towel covering my head, breathing hard.
I’m trying to calm down.
I’m trying to make sense of what’s been going on, the past 24 hours.
I’m supposed to be smart.
I’m supposed to be one of the best interrogators in my battalion. I’ve been called away on special assignment for my abilities!
But I am clueless on how to read Matt.
With one piss stream, he had me relive my waterboard training.
It scared the crap out of me. Now, he’s got another hook in me.
In less than 24 hours. Crap, Matt would make an excellent interrogation officer.
I feel my breathing calm down. I take off the towel and freeze.
I see the towel they used for my waterboarding. My hands clench tight.
I have to force them to let go and have it drop to the floor.
I’ve finally stopped shaking. I glance at the clock on the sink. 8:50 AM.
I’ve got to get ready.
Gingerly, I pick up the towel. Like it’s something repulsive. I quickly run into the bedroom and throw it in the hamper.
I shake my hands as if trying to get rid of feel of it.
I grab another towel. A different colored one. A sense of calm comes back to me. I go back to the master bathroom and stand in front of the mirror.
I need to shave, is the first thing I think. I haven’t shaved since yesterday and already have stubble. Then I look at myself. I see my hair, all matted with his piss. I see his dried piss streaks all over my face, down my chest, through my chest hair. I can still smell it.
I step into the shower and turn on the water. It’s preset to the temperature both Char and I like <dick throb>.
What?
Where did that come from? I thought of Char <dick throb>. YES!
I feel my cock start to grow! God, what a beautiful sight! I lather up my hands and run them over my growing cock. It’s getting fuller and taller. I concentrate on Char and I feel it getting thicker! I start playing with the head and flex it at the same time.
YYYEEEESSSSS….damn, that feels so good. I start to long stroke it. And I am back in heaven. I run my hands around the base of my cock. Feeling the smoothness of it.
Men have hair. You look like a pre-pubescent boy. Matt’s words ring in my head.
My hardon starts to go down!
NO. FUCK! NO! I start to jack harder but I see Matt. Outside the shower door. With his hardon, with his pubic hair.
I lose my hardon.
I think of Char and I feel it come back to life.
YES!
Matt has disappeared from the door, but I see the time and I don’t have enough time to jack off. I quickly wash my hair and face. I run the soap all over my body. I run it down to my ass. Then soap up there, relaxing.
I’ve got to fart, so I relax and let it go.
I feel some water leak out of my ass.
I stop.
Crap, he did get some of his piss in my ass!
I don’t know how much. I relax my sphincter. I gently push out like I am taking a dump. I feel more of his piss come out.
I take the shower massage and change it to pulse. I am it at my ass, relax my hole again and aim the pulse there.
The force of it catches me off guard as I’ve just let water run over it. I relax more, as the pulse hits me right on the ass.
I place the shower massage back on the hook. As soon as the pulse stopped hitting my hole, I relax my hole and I feel the rest of either Matt’s piss or the water, drain out of me.
I towel off and head back into the bedroom. I grab the first pair of underwear I see and start to put them on.
And freeze.
It’s the black pair that Matt tried on. I stop putting them on and let them drop to the floor.
FUCK THAT!
I grab the red pair and put them on. Another sense of relief hits me. I arrange myself in them. Then turn my profile to the mirror.
Yep, it shows an impressive bulge, too.
Crap. Now, I’m comparing my bulge to his.
I grab my green t-shirt and khaki trousers and top and put them on. As I am getting dressed, it hits me.
Matt smiled that genuine smile last night.
Twice.
What for?
He said I would be able to figure it out. The little shit. What did I say that made him break out in those smiles?
The first time was when he asked about my underwear drawer. It was the first time I verbally defied him. I doubt that is what made him smile, I say as I put on my t-shirt. What was the conversation?
I had asked him, or did is sound like pleading? Did he smile because I was pleading with him? Was I pleading? I had told him for me to better teach him…
Crap!
I had agreed to teach him!
He didn’t have to blackmail me to say it.
I just fucking said it!
I pull on my trousers and cinch them tight. Fuming.
No wonder he smiled. He caught that before I did!
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!
I start to pull on my jacket top and try to remember the second smile he made. I start to button it up. It was when he wanted my credit card to but the underwear. I reach down to grab my jungle boots. All I did was list out the reasons why reporting me to his dad and Major Rababbi wouldn’t be a good idea.
I walk over to the closet and grab my cover, to complete the uniform. I had three reasons. I stop to remember them. One, he wouldn’t be able to live out his sexual fantasies. That wouldn’t have made him smile. Two, he would lose out on how to learn to use his cock. That wouldn’t have made him smile. So, it had to have been the third one. Third, he would lose out on his sex toy. No, that doesn’t sound right.
I sit down on the floor as my exact words echo back to me.
‘Three, if you do that, you lose your cocksucker.’
My breath catches in my lungs again.
Subconsciously, twice, I had agreed to be in his power. Once as his teacher. The second time as his cocksucker.
And the way I went after his cock, after he got done pissing. That only proved it! I fucking dove onto it. I inhaled it! No wonder he was all smiles. I AM becoming what he wants! He caught both of those and I didn’t.
I get up, my fists clenched as tight as I could.
FUCK
At least I am not getting hard in his presence.
I walk back into the bedroom and see his, MY, black underwear that he tried on. I grab them and chuck them in the waste basket by the bed. Then I head out to the garage. I’ve got 20 minutes to get to base.
I go to the garage and open the garage door.
There’s my black Corvette. I get in and start the engine.
And I just sit there. Engine idling.
Something in the back of my mind won’t let leave.
It has to do with the black underwear. I’m not feeling comfortable.
‘Never drop my clothing on the floor like it’s a rag. Pick it up, fold it, and set it down’ his voice rings in my head.
They are my underwear! Not his!
I can throw them away anytime I want to!
I can throw them away because I can!
I can’t throw them away, because they are his.
I turn off the engine, get out of the car and run back to the bedroom.
I pick the underwear out of the trash and start to fold them.
No, they are MY underwear!
I stare at them in my hands.
Then I fold them and set them on the bed.
I head out to the garage and drive into work.
FUCK
In his piss.
With a towel covering my head, breathing hard.
I’m trying to calm down.
I’m trying to make sense of what’s been going on, the past 24 hours.
I’m supposed to be smart.
I’m supposed to be one of the best interrogators in my battalion. I’ve been called away on special assignment for my abilities!
But I am clueless on how to read Matt.
With one piss stream, he had me relive my waterboard training.
It scared the crap out of me. Now, he’s got another hook in me.
In less than 24 hours. Crap, Matt would make an excellent interrogation officer.
I feel my breathing calm down. I take off the towel and freeze.
I see the towel they used for my waterboarding. My hands clench tight.
I have to force them to let go and have it drop to the floor.
I’ve finally stopped shaking. I glance at the clock on the sink. 8:50 AM.
I’ve got to get ready.
Gingerly, I pick up the towel. Like it’s something repulsive. I quickly run into the bedroom and throw it in the hamper.
I shake my hands as if trying to get rid of feel of it.
I grab another towel. A different colored one. A sense of calm comes back to me. I go back to the master bathroom and stand in front of the mirror.
I need to shave, is the first thing I think. I haven’t shaved since yesterday and already have stubble. Then I look at myself. I see my hair, all matted with his piss. I see his dried piss streaks all over my face, down my chest, through my chest hair. I can still smell it.
I step into the shower and turn on the water. It’s preset to the temperature both Char and I like <dick throb>.
What?
Where did that come from? I thought of Char <dick throb>. YES!
I feel my cock start to grow! God, what a beautiful sight! I lather up my hands and run them over my growing cock. It’s getting fuller and taller. I concentrate on Char and I feel it getting thicker! I start playing with the head and flex it at the same time.
YYYEEEESSSSS….damn, that feels so good. I start to long stroke it. And I am back in heaven. I run my hands around the base of my cock. Feeling the smoothness of it.
Men have hair. You look like a pre-pubescent boy. Matt’s words ring in my head.
My hardon starts to go down!
NO. FUCK! NO! I start to jack harder but I see Matt. Outside the shower door. With his hardon, with his pubic hair.
I lose my hardon.
I think of Char and I feel it come back to life.
YES!
Matt has disappeared from the door, but I see the time and I don’t have enough time to jack off. I quickly wash my hair and face. I run the soap all over my body. I run it down to my ass. Then soap up there, relaxing.
I’ve got to fart, so I relax and let it go.
I feel some water leak out of my ass.
I stop.
Crap, he did get some of his piss in my ass!
I don’t know how much. I relax my sphincter. I gently push out like I am taking a dump. I feel more of his piss come out.
I take the shower massage and change it to pulse. I am it at my ass, relax my hole again and aim the pulse there.
The force of it catches me off guard as I’ve just let water run over it. I relax more, as the pulse hits me right on the ass.
I place the shower massage back on the hook. As soon as the pulse stopped hitting my hole, I relax my hole and I feel the rest of either Matt’s piss or the water, drain out of me.
I towel off and head back into the bedroom. I grab the first pair of underwear I see and start to put them on.
And freeze.
It’s the black pair that Matt tried on. I stop putting them on and let them drop to the floor.
FUCK THAT!
I grab the red pair and put them on. Another sense of relief hits me. I arrange myself in them. Then turn my profile to the mirror.
Yep, it shows an impressive bulge, too.
Crap. Now, I’m comparing my bulge to his.
I grab my green t-shirt and khaki trousers and top and put them on. As I am getting dressed, it hits me.
Matt smiled that genuine smile last night.
Twice.
What for?
He said I would be able to figure it out. The little shit. What did I say that made him break out in those smiles?
The first time was when he asked about my underwear drawer. It was the first time I verbally defied him. I doubt that is what made him smile, I say as I put on my t-shirt. What was the conversation?
I had asked him, or did is sound like pleading? Did he smile because I was pleading with him? Was I pleading? I had told him for me to better teach him…
Crap!
I had agreed to teach him!
He didn’t have to blackmail me to say it.
I just fucking said it!
I pull on my trousers and cinch them tight. Fuming.
No wonder he smiled. He caught that before I did!
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!
I start to pull on my jacket top and try to remember the second smile he made. I start to button it up. It was when he wanted my credit card to but the underwear. I reach down to grab my jungle boots. All I did was list out the reasons why reporting me to his dad and Major Rababbi wouldn’t be a good idea.
I walk over to the closet and grab my cover, to complete the uniform. I had three reasons. I stop to remember them. One, he wouldn’t be able to live out his sexual fantasies. That wouldn’t have made him smile. Two, he would lose out on how to learn to use his cock. That wouldn’t have made him smile. So, it had to have been the third one. Third, he would lose out on his sex toy. No, that doesn’t sound right.
I sit down on the floor as my exact words echo back to me.
‘Three, if you do that, you lose your cocksucker.’
My breath catches in my lungs again.
Subconsciously, twice, I had agreed to be in his power. Once as his teacher. The second time as his cocksucker.
And the way I went after his cock, after he got done pissing. That only proved it! I fucking dove onto it. I inhaled it! No wonder he was all smiles. I AM becoming what he wants! He caught both of those and I didn’t.
I get up, my fists clenched as tight as I could.
FUCK
At least I am not getting hard in his presence.
I walk back into the bedroom and see his, MY, black underwear that he tried on. I grab them and chuck them in the waste basket by the bed. Then I head out to the garage. I’ve got 20 minutes to get to base.
I go to the garage and open the garage door.
There’s my black Corvette. I get in and start the engine.
And I just sit there. Engine idling.
Something in the back of my mind won’t let leave.
It has to do with the black underwear. I’m not feeling comfortable.
‘Never drop my clothing on the floor like it’s a rag. Pick it up, fold it, and set it down’ his voice rings in my head.
They are my underwear! Not his!
I can throw them away anytime I want to!
I can throw them away because I can!
I can’t throw them away, because they are his.
I turn off the engine, get out of the car and run back to the bedroom.
I pick the underwear out of the trash and start to fold them.
No, they are MY underwear!
I stare at them in my hands.
Then I fold them and set them on the bed.
I head out to the garage and drive into work.
FUCK
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I drive out of the driveway and make a right. I’m doing 35 miles per hour. The speed limit is 30 but I’m a bit angry.
I couldn’t throw away that pair of underwear.
Matt’s, MY, underwear. Fuck.
If I feel that way about him trying on some underwear, what’s going to happen when he fucks Char??
How am I even going to make that happen?
Today is Wednesday. I’ve got two days to get her to agree to let the 18 year old kid, boy, man…FUCK! He's going to fuck her!
And speak of the devil, there he is by the road, stretching out.
He hears my car approaching and stops stretching. I slow down and I come to a stop. He comes over to the driver side. I roll down the window.
He crosses his arms on the windowsill, “Hello, boy.” He’s still wearing those shorts but no shirt.
“Hello, Sir,” I say. Fuck, even in uniform and in my own car. Maybe the uniform made it easier to say.
“Did you figure out why I smiled twice, earlier?” He asks with that stare, but it’s offset by his grin. I still can’t fucking read him.
Before I can answer, my phone rings. I look at it. It’s from Char. I go to answer it.
“Don’t answer that, boy,” he orders. My hand goes back to the steering wheel. Back to 10 and 2, just like in driving school. I don’t normally drive that way. Usually, it’s one handed. Fucking voice of authority. From the 18 year old kid, boy. MAN. Fuck!
“But that’s my wife calling, Sir,” I say, did that sound whiny? Fuck, I can’t even answer a call from my wife without his permission.
“She’ll probably leave a voice mail, Jim,” he says standing up. Fuck. He’s getting hard again. And he’s not wearing that underwear he took, that I gave him, that he took! God damn it! “That’s right, Jim. See this hardon? It’s hard from you obeying. You’re right, power is a big trip. Now, what do you want to do?”
I reach out with my left hand and grab it. Fuck, it’s thick. It’s tenting out. “Sir, I am going to be late,” I say. I reach under the tent and grab his cock. Shit. Luckily, we can see any car approaching. And our houses are the only ones for miles around.
“See? You’re still anticipating my needs,” he says, stepping closer. “I didn’t even have to tell you to reach under and stroke it. Your doing it on your own.” FUCK. He didn’t command me or tell me. He just asked, ‘what do you want to do?’ And I grabbed his cock! Was it because I wanted to or because that’s what I thought he wanted?? He steps closer to the car door and pats me on the head. His waist is next to the window and his massive cock is actually sticking through the window because of how close he is. “Now, the reason I stopped you. And you knew I wanted you to stop, otherwise you would have just drove by.”
Fuck. He’s right. I could have just done that. I could have avoided this! But, I slowed down and stopped because I saw him.
What the fuck am I becoming?
“Now, why did I smile twice this morning? And if you don’t want my leakage on your uniform sleeve, you better suck it clean now.” He says smirking.
Crap. I lean over and suck the head of his cock. I’m rewarded with another thick drop of his leakage.
I take my mouth off of his cock and my left hand snakes up his shaft and goes to the base of his head. My left thumb starts to rub his head and more leakage comes out.
“Shit,” he breaths, as his body starts to tense up.
I didn’t even have to wait for an order. As soon as he said shit, my right hand undid my seat belt and I Jumped onto his cock head. Taking it in my mouth as my left hand jacks him. I feel his cock get thicker in my left hand. One rope hit’s the back of my mouth.
I swallow it.
A second rope hit’s the back of my mouth. He places both hands on the top of the door, leaning in, as his breathing becomes moaning. “Jesus,” he moans.
A third rope joins the second in my mouth. I forgot to swallow the second. This kid. Boy. Fuck MAN has my mouth full of cock and cum. I swirl my tongue around his head as I swallow what’s in my mouth and it’s replaced by a fourth rope. A fifth rope.
I swallow both.
A sixth rope! And I continue to lick his head as he pulls back and takes his own hands and restuffs his cock under his shorts. How many times can this boy, kid, MAN fucking cum in a day? I get the sick feeling I am going to find out one day.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “That was hot!”
Fuck, I think. I just blew him. In uniform. And in my own car!
“Now, boy, what is the answer to my question.” He asks as if I didn’t just swallow his cum for, what, the third time?
“The first time, Sir,” I say, then stop to swallow what remains of his cum in my mouth. I notice the flavor for the first time. “The first time is for me agreeing to be your teacher and mentor.”
“Good.” He says as he steps forward and pats me on the head again. “The second time?”
“The second time is when I called myself your cocksucker, Sir,” I said.
“Very good, boy,” he said as he took his right hand and grabbed my shoulder and gave it an at a boy, shake. “And what else?”
“What, Sir,” I asked. Crap. What else did he see? What did I miss??
“How fast your unbuckled yourself and threw your mouth around my cock,” he said with a grin.
“I did catch that, Sir,” I said. Did I hear some pride in that response? “I didn’t want any of your cum on my uniform or in the car. Sir.”
“You say that, but I think the real reason is you’re becoming such a dedicated cocksucker. I think you’re starting to like my cum. Aren’t you, boy?”
My God, am I? I could feel my eyebrows rise at that thought. I just noticed his taste and it didn’t make me gag. I held his last rope in my mouth longer than I needed to. I could have just swallowed it as quickly as the others.
“I…I don’t know, Sir,” I stammer out. Am I liking his cum? Or was it the situation? I didn’t want any in my car or on my uniform. I didn’t!
But is that the truth?
He bends over, puts his head through the open window, takes his right hand and sets if palm down on my head and then turns my head so I am looking right at him.
“That’s not a no, Jim,” he says, and I can’t break eye contact! “You’re starting to like my cum.”
“No,” I say, quickly.
“You say that way too fast, Captain,” he says with a slow grin. I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what he’s going to say next, but I know I’m not going to like it. “Captain. Captain Clinton. Cocksucker. Captain Cocksucker. Both are C.C.’s. Now, that’s something I can call you when we are around friends and family and it will be our little secret, won’t it, C.C.?”
NO, I am screaming mentally. In reality, the answer was, “Yes, Sir.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“You say that so sullenly, C.C.” he says. “But if finally made your cock hard!”
“What?!” I shout, looking down!
Nothing.
No erection.
No bulge.
I can feel my cock is limp.
That evil bastard!
I can feel his hand, which never left my head, turn my head to meet his eyes.
“That will happen, Jim. I WILL get you hard by owning you and using you. You WILL get hard in my presence automatically, one day. And that training will start when I fuck Charlotte on Friday.”
I CAN’T BREAK EYE CONTACT!
He steps back a few feet from the car, “You better get going, Jim. You’re going to be late,” he says.
I gun the car. It jumps as if propelled by jet engines!
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
I hear his laughter fade into the distance.
He’s going to really start conditioning me on Friday!
This has all been a fucking warm up!
I start shaking.
I’m already liking his cum.
NO. I just didn’t want it on my uniform or in my car,
But I literally dove onto his cock.
AGAIN.
And swallowed everything he shot.
So I could keep my car and uniform clean.
That’s what I think. But is it the truth??
I even let it sit in my mouth longer than it needed to.
That can’t be happening.
But it is!
He’s going to fuck Char on Friday.
But it can’t happen.
If I felt that way about his, MY, FUCK, underwear that he tried on, what will happen when he fucks Char?
I’m supposed to make it happen.
He’s got me trapped.
It can’t happen!
How can I make it happen??
Jesus, I told him how much trouble I would get in if I gave him alcohol.
Now, he wants to fuck my wife.
He’s going to fuck my wife in front of me.
He watches porn he said.
What if he tries to cuckold me?
What am I going to do if he does?
FUCK ME – And he said he’s going to do that, too!
FUCK
I couldn’t throw away that pair of underwear.
Matt’s, MY, underwear. Fuck.
If I feel that way about him trying on some underwear, what’s going to happen when he fucks Char??
How am I even going to make that happen?
Today is Wednesday. I’ve got two days to get her to agree to let the 18 year old kid, boy, man…FUCK! He's going to fuck her!
And speak of the devil, there he is by the road, stretching out.
He hears my car approaching and stops stretching. I slow down and I come to a stop. He comes over to the driver side. I roll down the window.
He crosses his arms on the windowsill, “Hello, boy.” He’s still wearing those shorts but no shirt.
“Hello, Sir,” I say. Fuck, even in uniform and in my own car. Maybe the uniform made it easier to say.
“Did you figure out why I smiled twice, earlier?” He asks with that stare, but it’s offset by his grin. I still can’t fucking read him.
Before I can answer, my phone rings. I look at it. It’s from Char. I go to answer it.
“Don’t answer that, boy,” he orders. My hand goes back to the steering wheel. Back to 10 and 2, just like in driving school. I don’t normally drive that way. Usually, it’s one handed. Fucking voice of authority. From the 18 year old kid, boy. MAN. Fuck!
“But that’s my wife calling, Sir,” I say, did that sound whiny? Fuck, I can’t even answer a call from my wife without his permission.
“She’ll probably leave a voice mail, Jim,” he says standing up. Fuck. He’s getting hard again. And he’s not wearing that underwear he took, that I gave him, that he took! God damn it! “That’s right, Jim. See this hardon? It’s hard from you obeying. You’re right, power is a big trip. Now, what do you want to do?”
I reach out with my left hand and grab it. Fuck, it’s thick. It’s tenting out. “Sir, I am going to be late,” I say. I reach under the tent and grab his cock. Shit. Luckily, we can see any car approaching. And our houses are the only ones for miles around.
“See? You’re still anticipating my needs,” he says, stepping closer. “I didn’t even have to tell you to reach under and stroke it. Your doing it on your own.” FUCK. He didn’t command me or tell me. He just asked, ‘what do you want to do?’ And I grabbed his cock! Was it because I wanted to or because that’s what I thought he wanted?? He steps closer to the car door and pats me on the head. His waist is next to the window and his massive cock is actually sticking through the window because of how close he is. “Now, the reason I stopped you. And you knew I wanted you to stop, otherwise you would have just drove by.”
Fuck. He’s right. I could have just done that. I could have avoided this! But, I slowed down and stopped because I saw him.
What the fuck am I becoming?
“Now, why did I smile twice this morning? And if you don’t want my leakage on your uniform sleeve, you better suck it clean now.” He says smirking.
Crap. I lean over and suck the head of his cock. I’m rewarded with another thick drop of his leakage.
I take my mouth off of his cock and my left hand snakes up his shaft and goes to the base of his head. My left thumb starts to rub his head and more leakage comes out.
“Shit,” he breaths, as his body starts to tense up.
I didn’t even have to wait for an order. As soon as he said shit, my right hand undid my seat belt and I Jumped onto his cock head. Taking it in my mouth as my left hand jacks him. I feel his cock get thicker in my left hand. One rope hit’s the back of my mouth.
I swallow it.
A second rope hit’s the back of my mouth. He places both hands on the top of the door, leaning in, as his breathing becomes moaning. “Jesus,” he moans.
A third rope joins the second in my mouth. I forgot to swallow the second. This kid. Boy. Fuck MAN has my mouth full of cock and cum. I swirl my tongue around his head as I swallow what’s in my mouth and it’s replaced by a fourth rope. A fifth rope.
I swallow both.
A sixth rope! And I continue to lick his head as he pulls back and takes his own hands and restuffs his cock under his shorts. How many times can this boy, kid, MAN fucking cum in a day? I get the sick feeling I am going to find out one day.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “That was hot!”
Fuck, I think. I just blew him. In uniform. And in my own car!
“Now, boy, what is the answer to my question.” He asks as if I didn’t just swallow his cum for, what, the third time?
“The first time, Sir,” I say, then stop to swallow what remains of his cum in my mouth. I notice the flavor for the first time. “The first time is for me agreeing to be your teacher and mentor.”
“Good.” He says as he steps forward and pats me on the head again. “The second time?”
“The second time is when I called myself your cocksucker, Sir,” I said.
“Very good, boy,” he said as he took his right hand and grabbed my shoulder and gave it an at a boy, shake. “And what else?”
“What, Sir,” I asked. Crap. What else did he see? What did I miss??
“How fast your unbuckled yourself and threw your mouth around my cock,” he said with a grin.
“I did catch that, Sir,” I said. Did I hear some pride in that response? “I didn’t want any of your cum on my uniform or in the car. Sir.”
“You say that, but I think the real reason is you’re becoming such a dedicated cocksucker. I think you’re starting to like my cum. Aren’t you, boy?”
My God, am I? I could feel my eyebrows rise at that thought. I just noticed his taste and it didn’t make me gag. I held his last rope in my mouth longer than I needed to. I could have just swallowed it as quickly as the others.
“I…I don’t know, Sir,” I stammer out. Am I liking his cum? Or was it the situation? I didn’t want any in my car or on my uniform. I didn’t!
But is that the truth?
He bends over, puts his head through the open window, takes his right hand and sets if palm down on my head and then turns my head so I am looking right at him.
“That’s not a no, Jim,” he says, and I can’t break eye contact! “You’re starting to like my cum.”
“No,” I say, quickly.
“You say that way too fast, Captain,” he says with a slow grin. I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what he’s going to say next, but I know I’m not going to like it. “Captain. Captain Clinton. Cocksucker. Captain Cocksucker. Both are C.C.’s. Now, that’s something I can call you when we are around friends and family and it will be our little secret, won’t it, C.C.?”
NO, I am screaming mentally. In reality, the answer was, “Yes, Sir.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“You say that so sullenly, C.C.” he says. “But if finally made your cock hard!”
“What?!” I shout, looking down!
Nothing.
No erection.
No bulge.
I can feel my cock is limp.
That evil bastard!
I can feel his hand, which never left my head, turn my head to meet his eyes.
“That will happen, Jim. I WILL get you hard by owning you and using you. You WILL get hard in my presence automatically, one day. And that training will start when I fuck Charlotte on Friday.”
I CAN’T BREAK EYE CONTACT!
He steps back a few feet from the car, “You better get going, Jim. You’re going to be late,” he says.
I gun the car. It jumps as if propelled by jet engines!
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
I hear his laughter fade into the distance.
He’s going to really start conditioning me on Friday!
This has all been a fucking warm up!
I start shaking.
I’m already liking his cum.
NO. I just didn’t want it on my uniform or in my car,
But I literally dove onto his cock.
AGAIN.
And swallowed everything he shot.
So I could keep my car and uniform clean.
That’s what I think. But is it the truth??
I even let it sit in my mouth longer than it needed to.
That can’t be happening.
But it is!
He’s going to fuck Char on Friday.
But it can’t happen.
If I felt that way about his, MY, FUCK, underwear that he tried on, what will happen when he fucks Char?
I’m supposed to make it happen.
He’s got me trapped.
It can’t happen!
How can I make it happen??
Jesus, I told him how much trouble I would get in if I gave him alcohol.
Now, he wants to fuck my wife.
He’s going to fuck my wife in front of me.
He watches porn he said.
What if he tries to cuckold me?
What am I going to do if he does?
FUCK ME – And he said he’s going to do that, too!
FUCK
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Holy shit! One of most intense stories I have ever read on here! Every time I see you’ve posted, my cock twitches!
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Fuck @Sklar !!! I’m hard for sure when I think about Matt! Or you!
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I look at the speedometer, it’s at 55 miles per hour! I massively slow down!
FUCK!
The speed limit is 30!
I slow down and look in the rear view mirror.
I can’t see him.
My hands, gripping the wheel, are shaking!
What the fuck has he done to me???
Three blow jobs in 24 hours.
Massive leakage, I’ve licked up and swallowed!
I bring the car back to 30 miles per hour.
At least I won’t be late with that massive amount of speed I put on.
As I drive, I calm down and think.
Yesterday, he forced that monster cock to the back of my throat, and I gagged all over it.
Even as he shot down my throat.
Then he wanted me, made me, eat his ass.
I hate eating ass. Even with Char, I only finger it.
At least his ass was clean. A more, rich scent than his pits.
Then, because he watched Char and I last night, he put me in the same position. After having me rim him.
Fuck
Am I now trying to justify it? He held my head so hard. Forcing it forward while I was laying down.
Shoved his cock in my mouth. It was fucking uncomfortable! He just held it there, as he leaked enough to form a puddle. He said swallow and I did!
I just didn’t like my head at that angle.
It was uncomfortable.
No.
It was humiliating.
That 18 year old has complete control of me.
And is enjoying it. That was obvious by how hard that cock was in my mouth.
At least I am able to take more of his cock, now, without gagging.
Oh my God.
I am his cocksucker.
With my head hanging over the side of the bed, I took more of his cock into my mouth, without gagging. But that’s what that position is for! He’s going to make me, force me, to learn how to deep throat him.
Oh Lord!
I swallowed his cum.
WITHOUT GAGGING!
I slam my fist on the console and my phone jumps.
Char called! I can hear her voice message now.
Because Matt isn’t here to tell me no, a voice says in my head.
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I hit the voicemail button, “Hi honey. I’m at level 4 right now. Bye. Love you.”
Level 4? Jesus.
She’s using the code we used to use when we were younger and saw something that got either of us horny.
<dick throb>
YYYYEESSSSS.
Man, we haven’t used that code in years.
<dick throb>
I flex my cock in tune with its throbbing, and it tries to get hard in my, MY, underwear.
Damn, that feels good.
I hit redial, as I pull up to the gate.
“Hi, gorgeous,” I say, as the gate guard passes me through. “I got your message. Can’t wait to talk to you about it tonight!”
Suddenly, I’m calm.
Char has been my rock, although she doesn’t know it, since all this started. Listen to me, since all this started. If fucking started yesterday.
Fuck
Thank God, for Char.
Except he’s going to fuck her.
No, put that out of my mind. That’s still two days from now and she has to agree to it first.
I pull into my parking spot and get out.
And I have to figure out a way for her to agree to it.
Fuck
BZZT
Phone vibrated.
Char.
Level 5, it reads. Jesus.
She must be worked up good!
At level 5, she is rubbing her legs together, trying to maximize the feeling for whatever she saw.
I open the door, and step in.
The meeting is about to start.
I wasn’t late. Thank God.
Captain Clinton, I can hear the Major saying in my mind. Why were you late today?
Well sir, I stopped in the middle of the road to blow this 18 year old man with a monster cock who has been blackmailing me the past day.
Yeah, like that would over well, if he ever asked me.
Fuck
FUCK!
The speed limit is 30!
I slow down and look in the rear view mirror.
I can’t see him.
My hands, gripping the wheel, are shaking!
What the fuck has he done to me???
Three blow jobs in 24 hours.
Massive leakage, I’ve licked up and swallowed!
I bring the car back to 30 miles per hour.
At least I won’t be late with that massive amount of speed I put on.
As I drive, I calm down and think.
Yesterday, he forced that monster cock to the back of my throat, and I gagged all over it.
Even as he shot down my throat.
Then he wanted me, made me, eat his ass.
I hate eating ass. Even with Char, I only finger it.
At least his ass was clean. A more, rich scent than his pits.
Then, because he watched Char and I last night, he put me in the same position. After having me rim him.
Fuck
Am I now trying to justify it? He held my head so hard. Forcing it forward while I was laying down.
Shoved his cock in my mouth. It was fucking uncomfortable! He just held it there, as he leaked enough to form a puddle. He said swallow and I did!
I just didn’t like my head at that angle.
It was uncomfortable.
No.
It was humiliating.
That 18 year old has complete control of me.
And is enjoying it. That was obvious by how hard that cock was in my mouth.
At least I am able to take more of his cock, now, without gagging.
Oh my God.
I am his cocksucker.
With my head hanging over the side of the bed, I took more of his cock into my mouth, without gagging. But that’s what that position is for! He’s going to make me, force me, to learn how to deep throat him.
Oh Lord!
I swallowed his cum.
WITHOUT GAGGING!
I slam my fist on the console and my phone jumps.
Char called! I can hear her voice message now.
Because Matt isn’t here to tell me no, a voice says in my head.
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I hit the voicemail button, “Hi honey. I’m at level 4 right now. Bye. Love you.”
Level 4? Jesus.
She’s using the code we used to use when we were younger and saw something that got either of us horny.
<dick throb>
YYYYEESSSSS.
Man, we haven’t used that code in years.
<dick throb>
I flex my cock in tune with its throbbing, and it tries to get hard in my, MY, underwear.
Damn, that feels good.
I hit redial, as I pull up to the gate.
“Hi, gorgeous,” I say, as the gate guard passes me through. “I got your message. Can’t wait to talk to you about it tonight!”
Suddenly, I’m calm.
Char has been my rock, although she doesn’t know it, since all this started. Listen to me, since all this started. If fucking started yesterday.
Fuck
Thank God, for Char.
Except he’s going to fuck her.
No, put that out of my mind. That’s still two days from now and she has to agree to it first.
I pull into my parking spot and get out.
And I have to figure out a way for her to agree to it.
Fuck
BZZT
Phone vibrated.
Char.
Level 5, it reads. Jesus.
She must be worked up good!
At level 5, she is rubbing her legs together, trying to maximize the feeling for whatever she saw.
I open the door, and step in.
The meeting is about to start.
I wasn’t late. Thank God.
Captain Clinton, I can hear the Major saying in my mind. Why were you late today?
Well sir, I stopped in the middle of the road to blow this 18 year old man with a monster cock who has been blackmailing me the past day.
Yeah, like that would over well, if he ever asked me.
Fuck
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At least, I didn’t miss the start. Every battalion in the region, has sent their Intel officers here. We’ve been going over different scenarios with North Korea, Syria, China & Iran.
“Glad you got here in time,” says a voice beside me.
I turn to my left and see Captain Joshua McClendon, from a battalion down south.
“Hey, good to see you again,” I say, quietly, as Major Rabbabi is speaking. I reach out to shake his hand with my right hand and grab his left elbow with my left hand as he reaches for me hand.
We shake a few moments and I notice him staring at me.
“Did you have a glazed donut on the way over?” he asks.
“What?”
“You’ve got glaze from your donut all over the left corner of your lips.” He says.
FUCK.
I didn’t get all of Matt’s cum swallowed!
I open my mouth and take my right index finger and scrape the crusted remains into my mouth. Then take my tongue and lick the area clean. I can still taste his flavor. I smack my lips a few times and see Joshua staring at me.
“Did I get it all?” I asked.
“Looks like it.” He said. “Next time you get one of those donuts, when I am up here, get one for me. You looked like you were really enjoying the remains.”
“Yeah, it was a really good, tasting, donut,” I say. Did I emphasize nut? Lord, I hope not.
FUCK
Did I just agree that I like his cum? Or was that what should be said to cover it up?
FUCK
I have got to be more careful, next time.
FUCK
Now, I am anticipating the next time.
At least I’m not getting hard.
The meeting breaks up.
BZZT
I get a text from Char
Level 5!
Jesus, I think. We’re going to fuck like rabbits, when I get home!
<dick throb>
Down boy
We spend the rest of the day going over our assignments. Every battalion has their fair share. Josh and I have to update the map room. We head over there. It’s a well secured building. Not only are there no windows. The door can be locked both from the outside and the inside, when someone is in there. It’s always musty and smelly.
Thankfully, someone thought to always have a bottle of air scent in here.
Our job is to make sure we have enough maps on hand. So basically, inventory patrol.
It takes us hours to get it done. By the time 1500 hours rolls around, we have made a substantial dent in what we are lacking. Not every map is up to date. So, we need to destroy those that are out of date and replace them with newer, up to date, ones. There are others that we didn’t have enough of that we need to order.
“Hey, Jim,” Josh says. “My group has to take off to make it back to our base. I’ll take the older maps to the incinerator and then head home from there. Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I say, putting down the inventory paperwork. I help load up the maps to be destroyed, shake his hand and head back to the room.
BZZT
Char again.
Level 7! With a picture of her pussy exposed and panties wet.
<dick throb>
<dick throb>
<dick throb>
Whoa boy!
FUCK! It’s got to be the level game.
This happened back when we were using it, too!
I feel him getting bigger.
Fighting against being trapped in my, MY, underwear.
I close the door and lock it.
I try to sit down at the desk, but my cock won’t let me.
I feel it growing and it’s getting uncomfortable.
Without thinking about it, I flex it.
DDDDAAAMMNNNN, I shouldn’t have done that. That felt good!
I look at Char’s picture again.
<dick throb>
Damn, it won’t be denied.
Maybe it was Char starting the level game again. But my cock wants out!
After rechecking the door to make sure it’s locked and bolted, I go back to the chair at the desk.
I take off my jacket and fold it and set it on a shelf.
I FLEX my growing cock.
HARD
I walk back to the chair, undo my belt, and drop my trousers to my ankles.
FLEX
Uuuunnhhh, I see my cock start to snake to my left in my underwear. I slowly run my fingers up and down it’s grown length. Flexing all the way.
Eventually the head pops out of the band at the top.
Hello there, I think to it, as I flex again and a drop of precum shows up.
I reach down with my right index finger and scoop it up. I bring it to my mouth and stop.
I haven’t eaten my own cum like this in years.
Sure, I’d eat it out of Char, no biggie.
But this, it’s been a long time.
I used to self-suck when I was a teenager and back in college.
<dick throb>
I see a bigger drop form. I scoop it up and bring it to my mouth.
I run my tongue across my finger.
I feel the wetness but I don’t find a flavor.
<dick throb>
FLEX
Uuunnnhhh, damn.
I bring my underwear down and my boy springs to his full glory.
FUCK
It’s so long!
And, yes, it IS longer than Matt’s.
<DICK THROB>
Oh baby, I’ve missed you! I missed that feeling of control.
MINE IS BIGGER!
I spread my legs, grab my cock at the base and bend over.
I reach for the head with my tongue and can just lick it with the flat of my tongue at the base.
As I am gripping it, HARD, I slowly jack up.
I’m rewarded with a bigger drop of precum.
I lap that up eagerly. Still no taste, though.
I sit down and try to suck some more.
It’s more difficult this way.
<DICK THROB>
I take off my boots and then take off my pants.
I put my pants on the back of the chair.
I lay on the floor and throw my legs over my head.
I brace my feet on the floor behind my head and my cock is aimed right at my mouth!
Jesus, what a sight I must be. Captain in the Army, half naked, alone in the map room, ass exposed to the world about to suck on his cock for the first time in years.
I move my feet and my cock comes closer to my mouth.
I reach out with my tongue and rake the head before it goes into my mouth.
One hand is slowly jacking my shaft.
The other is playing with my balls.
And I get more in.
My cock feels like it’s on fire!
I get about 3 inches in and I start to shoot as I grab my nuts and pull them away from my body. My hand is jacking like a mad man and cum is shooting into my mouth. I’m swirling it around the head, and I am feeling sensations run through me!
My GOD
It feels like my cock is electrified!
I let go of my balls and the rest of my cum shoots out.
I’m sucking on my shaft.
I’m fucking my mouth.
My own cum is filling it.
I’m breathing.
No, I’m whining.
No, I’m moaning.
No, I’m just feeling good!
And I am still cumming!
<DICK THROB>
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!
One last, long rope fills my mouth.
It feels like I am pissing cum into my own mouth.
Finally, it stops.
I swallow as I role over onto my side.
My cock pops out and I lick my lips and swallow the rest.
I let the room settle around me.
I’m almost in a fetal position.
Breathing hard.
My cock spasms.
So do I.
It spasms again.
So do I.
My balls ache from my stretching them.
Shit, I haven’t done that in years.
The base of my cock feels like there is another load in there.
It feels like it’s going to chamber another load.
Oh man
Oh man
I roll onto my back
Shit
CHAR.
And it shoots out another piss stream of cum
It lands on my shirt, just above the cock head, and soaks in.
It arcs over my lower ribs and his me in the face.
I open my mouth and catch some.
I’m twitching on the floor.
And then it stops.
The room is silent, except for my heavy breathing.
I sit up and breathe deeply, sighing.
Jesus, I’ve never done this at work.
This was fucking amazing!
I’m smacking my lips and I realize that I didn’t have a taste to my cum.
At least I don’t recall. My mind feels like there was a short circuit blowing.
My cock is fading but radiating that warm glow.
It feels good.
I wonder if I can get Matt to feel that good when I blow him.
I freeze.
Why the fuck did I think that??
Because I admitted I am his cocksucker.
FUCK
“Glad you got here in time,” says a voice beside me.
I turn to my left and see Captain Joshua McClendon, from a battalion down south.
“Hey, good to see you again,” I say, quietly, as Major Rabbabi is speaking. I reach out to shake his hand with my right hand and grab his left elbow with my left hand as he reaches for me hand.
We shake a few moments and I notice him staring at me.
“Did you have a glazed donut on the way over?” he asks.
“What?”
“You’ve got glaze from your donut all over the left corner of your lips.” He says.
FUCK.
I didn’t get all of Matt’s cum swallowed!
I open my mouth and take my right index finger and scrape the crusted remains into my mouth. Then take my tongue and lick the area clean. I can still taste his flavor. I smack my lips a few times and see Joshua staring at me.
“Did I get it all?” I asked.
“Looks like it.” He said. “Next time you get one of those donuts, when I am up here, get one for me. You looked like you were really enjoying the remains.”
“Yeah, it was a really good, tasting, donut,” I say. Did I emphasize nut? Lord, I hope not.
FUCK
Did I just agree that I like his cum? Or was that what should be said to cover it up?
FUCK
I have got to be more careful, next time.
FUCK
Now, I am anticipating the next time.
At least I’m not getting hard.
The meeting breaks up.
BZZT
I get a text from Char
Level 5!
Jesus, I think. We’re going to fuck like rabbits, when I get home!
<dick throb>
Down boy
We spend the rest of the day going over our assignments. Every battalion has their fair share. Josh and I have to update the map room. We head over there. It’s a well secured building. Not only are there no windows. The door can be locked both from the outside and the inside, when someone is in there. It’s always musty and smelly.
Thankfully, someone thought to always have a bottle of air scent in here.
Our job is to make sure we have enough maps on hand. So basically, inventory patrol.
It takes us hours to get it done. By the time 1500 hours rolls around, we have made a substantial dent in what we are lacking. Not every map is up to date. So, we need to destroy those that are out of date and replace them with newer, up to date, ones. There are others that we didn’t have enough of that we need to order.
“Hey, Jim,” Josh says. “My group has to take off to make it back to our base. I’ll take the older maps to the incinerator and then head home from there. Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I say, putting down the inventory paperwork. I help load up the maps to be destroyed, shake his hand and head back to the room.
BZZT
Char again.
Level 7! With a picture of her pussy exposed and panties wet.
<dick throb>
<dick throb>
<dick throb>
Whoa boy!
FUCK! It’s got to be the level game.
This happened back when we were using it, too!
I feel him getting bigger.
Fighting against being trapped in my, MY, underwear.
I close the door and lock it.
I try to sit down at the desk, but my cock won’t let me.
I feel it growing and it’s getting uncomfortable.
Without thinking about it, I flex it.
DDDDAAAMMNNNN, I shouldn’t have done that. That felt good!
I look at Char’s picture again.
<dick throb>
Damn, it won’t be denied.
Maybe it was Char starting the level game again. But my cock wants out!
After rechecking the door to make sure it’s locked and bolted, I go back to the chair at the desk.
I take off my jacket and fold it and set it on a shelf.
I FLEX my growing cock.
HARD
I walk back to the chair, undo my belt, and drop my trousers to my ankles.
FLEX
Uuuunnhhh, I see my cock start to snake to my left in my underwear. I slowly run my fingers up and down it’s grown length. Flexing all the way.
Eventually the head pops out of the band at the top.
Hello there, I think to it, as I flex again and a drop of precum shows up.
I reach down with my right index finger and scoop it up. I bring it to my mouth and stop.
I haven’t eaten my own cum like this in years.
Sure, I’d eat it out of Char, no biggie.
But this, it’s been a long time.
I used to self-suck when I was a teenager and back in college.
<dick throb>
I see a bigger drop form. I scoop it up and bring it to my mouth.
I run my tongue across my finger.
I feel the wetness but I don’t find a flavor.
<dick throb>
FLEX
Uuunnnhhh, damn.
I bring my underwear down and my boy springs to his full glory.
FUCK
It’s so long!
And, yes, it IS longer than Matt’s.
<DICK THROB>
Oh baby, I’ve missed you! I missed that feeling of control.
MINE IS BIGGER!
I spread my legs, grab my cock at the base and bend over.
I reach for the head with my tongue and can just lick it with the flat of my tongue at the base.
As I am gripping it, HARD, I slowly jack up.
I’m rewarded with a bigger drop of precum.
I lap that up eagerly. Still no taste, though.
I sit down and try to suck some more.
It’s more difficult this way.
<DICK THROB>
I take off my boots and then take off my pants.
I put my pants on the back of the chair.
I lay on the floor and throw my legs over my head.
I brace my feet on the floor behind my head and my cock is aimed right at my mouth!
Jesus, what a sight I must be. Captain in the Army, half naked, alone in the map room, ass exposed to the world about to suck on his cock for the first time in years.
I move my feet and my cock comes closer to my mouth.
I reach out with my tongue and rake the head before it goes into my mouth.
One hand is slowly jacking my shaft.
The other is playing with my balls.
And I get more in.
My cock feels like it’s on fire!
I get about 3 inches in and I start to shoot as I grab my nuts and pull them away from my body. My hand is jacking like a mad man and cum is shooting into my mouth. I’m swirling it around the head, and I am feeling sensations run through me!
My GOD
It feels like my cock is electrified!
I let go of my balls and the rest of my cum shoots out.
I’m sucking on my shaft.
I’m fucking my mouth.
My own cum is filling it.
I’m breathing.
No, I’m whining.
No, I’m moaning.
No, I’m just feeling good!
And I am still cumming!
<DICK THROB>
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!
One last, long rope fills my mouth.
It feels like I am pissing cum into my own mouth.
Finally, it stops.
I swallow as I role over onto my side.
My cock pops out and I lick my lips and swallow the rest.
I let the room settle around me.
I’m almost in a fetal position.
Breathing hard.
My cock spasms.
So do I.
It spasms again.
So do I.
My balls ache from my stretching them.
Shit, I haven’t done that in years.
The base of my cock feels like there is another load in there.
It feels like it’s going to chamber another load.
Oh man
Oh man
I roll onto my back
Shit
CHAR.
And it shoots out another piss stream of cum
It lands on my shirt, just above the cock head, and soaks in.
It arcs over my lower ribs and his me in the face.
I open my mouth and catch some.
I’m twitching on the floor.
And then it stops.
The room is silent, except for my heavy breathing.
I sit up and breathe deeply, sighing.
Jesus, I’ve never done this at work.
This was fucking amazing!
I’m smacking my lips and I realize that I didn’t have a taste to my cum.
At least I don’t recall. My mind feels like there was a short circuit blowing.
My cock is fading but radiating that warm glow.
It feels good.
I wonder if I can get Matt to feel that good when I blow him.
I freeze.
Why the fuck did I think that??
Because I admitted I am his cocksucker.
FUCK
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As I lay on the floor, after the most intense masturbation session I’ve ever had, one of the first things that crosses my mind is, can I do that to Matt!?!?
Jesus!
I’m now thinking of ways to make his orgasms even better.
Even alone, I think about him and how I can better please him!
And he expects me to get hard in his presence automatically! He’s grooming me for it.
He admitted to it!
And it’s going to happen. I don’t know the exact details, but it’s going to happen.
In less the 24 hours, I’ve gone from being a straight man to Captain Cocksucker!
I’ve swallowed his cum.
I’ve licked my lips in front of another Army officer with his cum crusted on them.
I, damn it, like the taste of it!
Mine doesn’t even have any flavor.
Shit.
I sit up, draw my legs up to my chest, and wrap my arms around them.
FUCK
That 18 year old man…
Fuck, I can’t even call him a boy anymore.
He’s a man.
A man and I’m his cocksucker.
Captain.
Cocksucker.
C.C.
A nickname he can use in public, that only he and I know the real meaning of.
And I just proved it by sucking my own cock, as well.
<dick throb>
SHUT UP
FUCK
I slide back and set my back to the wall.
I let my legs fall flat.
Man, I’m a mess, I think, looking down my shirt.
There’s a massive stain on it. Luckily, my jacket will cover it.
There’s a slight puddle of my cum and on the floor.
Fuck… that was an awesome masturbation session, though.
I laugh a little to myself.
It reminds me of gallows humor. When you know what your fate is going to be.
His Captain Cocksucker.
Now, I am even calling myself that!
Shit.
But it was awesome. I laugh some more.
I had always masturbated at home. I never thought I’d do it at work. And I never thought I would get so turned on!
Shit, fucking level game.
<dick throb>
Stop it
Now, I am wondering what got Char so turned on. Her pussy was so wet in that picture! She had to have been fingering herself to get that wet. And she’s at work, too!
I reach up to the desk and look at my phone. I look at her picture again.
<dick throb>
I feel that weird churning at the base of my cock again, that happened just after I first shot.
Like my cock is being reloaded.
I’ve NEVER shot hands free like that before.
What caused it? Is this what gay men call hands free? If it is, sign me up, I joke to myself, laughing.
I flex my cock and a small stream, like 4 or 5 dribbles, comes out of my cock and onto my right leg.
I scoop some of it up with two fingers and bring it to my nose.
It isn’t piss. It’s a bit more thicker.
I put it in my mouth.
Still no taste.
Crap.
Matt’s has taste. That helps, at least.
Crap.
He doesn’t have to groom me.
I’m fucking grooming myself.
And I can’t stop it.
FUCK.
Sighing, I get up.
I need to clean up before I leave.
Lord, it smells in here.
It’s no longer that paper musty smell, although that is still strong.
It’s got that sex smell, too.
MY sex smell.
I can’t find any paper towels in here.
I get up and find the air freshener. Febreze.
THAT can cover up any smell.
But what can I use to wipe of that puddle?
I glance over at my trousers. I see my red underwear.
Grabbing them, I get down on my knees and wipe it all up.
There must have been more than I thought as I stain my underwear pretty good wiping it up.
I look at my underwear in my right hand.
I see the stain it just wiped up off the floor.
As if it had a mind of its own, my hand brings that stain up to my nose, so I can breathe it in.
Inhale
No smell.
But it does remind me that I need to wipe my face.
So I do. And realize I just rubbed my face with the stain part.
Crap, what was I thinking?
That Matt coated my face.
NO!
I use the dry part of my underwear to clean my face.
Crap, there’s no mirror in here. I have no idea what I look like right now.
There is one down the hallway, in the head.
I look at the floor. It might be my imagination, but I looks more like I streaked everything, than cleaned it up. Josh left his water bottle here. I grab is and drab a little bit of water on the floor and use my underwear to clean it up.
That looks a lot better!
I start to put my underwear on and remember that I don’t like wearing wet underwear.
I can’t leave them here.
Once I blouse up my trouser legs, I can just throw them down one of the legs and they will stay at the bottom of the leg.
It’s been awhile, since I freeballed in my cammie uniform.
I put on my trousers, blouse the legs, shove my underwear down the left leg. I put on my boots and jacket.
Then spray the Febreze around.
Heavily!
I head to the door, put my ear against it. Not that I am expecting to hear anything. It’s a thick door.
Naturally, not hearing anything, I unlock it and slowly open it.
Nobody around.
I close and lock the map room and head down the hallway to the head.
As I am walking, I notice something.
It’s been a long time since I’ve let my boy hang loose in my cammies.
I can feel him hanging low down my right leg.
I am also aware of that churning in the base of my cock, again.
I am also aware of my trousers rubbing all along my shaft as it bounces around in my leg.
And I am finally aware that my cock is getting hard again.
FAST
As my cock starts to get hard, it starts to tent out my trouser leg!
Thankfully, I am the only one in the hallway and coming, bad choice of words, up to the door to the head.
I reach over with my left hand and grab my cock to rearrange it as my right hand opens the door.
And my cock unloads, again!
The feeling is so intense that I drop to my knees on the inside of the head, as the door closes.
Thank God, no one is in here!
I lean against the door on my back, as I see the head of my cock, off to the side, push against the trouser leg and squirts forming a stain.
It spurts again.
And I am catching my breath.
Again! And I spasm.
Again! And I am lost to the pleasure running all through my body. It radiates out from my cock. Up through my torso. Down my legs. I feel like I am in a river of pleasure, helpless to that pleasure.
My cock spasms.
And so do I!
FUCK
After a few moments to catch my breath, I see that stain growing. There is a large glob of cum that is sitting on top of my trouser leg while the rest is flowing down my right leg and the stain is spreading.
I scoop up my cum and bring it to my mouth.
Still no taste.
And then it hits me.
The first thing I do is try to taste my own cum.
To see if it compares with Matt’s.
I don’t wonder why I’ve cummed, twice, hands free.
Any guy would love that!
No, Army Captain Cocksucker, wants to see if his cum tastes as good as the man he is sucking off two or three times a day!
FUCK
Mine doesn’t have any flavor.
I’m his cocksucker.
I like his cum.
I LIKE his cum.
I like HIS cum.
I like his CUM.
At least I’m not hard when I am thinking that.
Yet
Fuck
Jesus!
I’m now thinking of ways to make his orgasms even better.
Even alone, I think about him and how I can better please him!
And he expects me to get hard in his presence automatically! He’s grooming me for it.
He admitted to it!
And it’s going to happen. I don’t know the exact details, but it’s going to happen.
In less the 24 hours, I’ve gone from being a straight man to Captain Cocksucker!
I’ve swallowed his cum.
I’ve licked my lips in front of another Army officer with his cum crusted on them.
I, damn it, like the taste of it!
Mine doesn’t even have any flavor.
Shit.
I sit up, draw my legs up to my chest, and wrap my arms around them.
FUCK
That 18 year old man…
Fuck, I can’t even call him a boy anymore.
He’s a man.
A man and I’m his cocksucker.
Captain.
Cocksucker.
C.C.
A nickname he can use in public, that only he and I know the real meaning of.
And I just proved it by sucking my own cock, as well.
<dick throb>
SHUT UP
FUCK
I slide back and set my back to the wall.
I let my legs fall flat.
Man, I’m a mess, I think, looking down my shirt.
There’s a massive stain on it. Luckily, my jacket will cover it.
There’s a slight puddle of my cum and on the floor.
Fuck… that was an awesome masturbation session, though.
I laugh a little to myself.
It reminds me of gallows humor. When you know what your fate is going to be.
His Captain Cocksucker.
Now, I am even calling myself that!
Shit.
But it was awesome. I laugh some more.
I had always masturbated at home. I never thought I’d do it at work. And I never thought I would get so turned on!
Shit, fucking level game.
<dick throb>
Stop it
Now, I am wondering what got Char so turned on. Her pussy was so wet in that picture! She had to have been fingering herself to get that wet. And she’s at work, too!
I reach up to the desk and look at my phone. I look at her picture again.
<dick throb>
I feel that weird churning at the base of my cock again, that happened just after I first shot.
Like my cock is being reloaded.
I’ve NEVER shot hands free like that before.
What caused it? Is this what gay men call hands free? If it is, sign me up, I joke to myself, laughing.
I flex my cock and a small stream, like 4 or 5 dribbles, comes out of my cock and onto my right leg.
I scoop some of it up with two fingers and bring it to my nose.
It isn’t piss. It’s a bit more thicker.
I put it in my mouth.
Still no taste.
Crap.
Matt’s has taste. That helps, at least.
Crap.
He doesn’t have to groom me.
I’m fucking grooming myself.
And I can’t stop it.
FUCK.
Sighing, I get up.
I need to clean up before I leave.
Lord, it smells in here.
It’s no longer that paper musty smell, although that is still strong.
It’s got that sex smell, too.
MY sex smell.
I can’t find any paper towels in here.
I get up and find the air freshener. Febreze.
THAT can cover up any smell.
But what can I use to wipe of that puddle?
I glance over at my trousers. I see my red underwear.
Grabbing them, I get down on my knees and wipe it all up.
There must have been more than I thought as I stain my underwear pretty good wiping it up.
I look at my underwear in my right hand.
I see the stain it just wiped up off the floor.
As if it had a mind of its own, my hand brings that stain up to my nose, so I can breathe it in.
Inhale
No smell.
But it does remind me that I need to wipe my face.
So I do. And realize I just rubbed my face with the stain part.
Crap, what was I thinking?
That Matt coated my face.
NO!
I use the dry part of my underwear to clean my face.
Crap, there’s no mirror in here. I have no idea what I look like right now.
There is one down the hallway, in the head.
I look at the floor. It might be my imagination, but I looks more like I streaked everything, than cleaned it up. Josh left his water bottle here. I grab is and drab a little bit of water on the floor and use my underwear to clean it up.
That looks a lot better!
I start to put my underwear on and remember that I don’t like wearing wet underwear.
I can’t leave them here.
Once I blouse up my trouser legs, I can just throw them down one of the legs and they will stay at the bottom of the leg.
It’s been awhile, since I freeballed in my cammie uniform.
I put on my trousers, blouse the legs, shove my underwear down the left leg. I put on my boots and jacket.
Then spray the Febreze around.
Heavily!
I head to the door, put my ear against it. Not that I am expecting to hear anything. It’s a thick door.
Naturally, not hearing anything, I unlock it and slowly open it.
Nobody around.
I close and lock the map room and head down the hallway to the head.
As I am walking, I notice something.
It’s been a long time since I’ve let my boy hang loose in my cammies.
I can feel him hanging low down my right leg.
I am also aware of that churning in the base of my cock, again.
I am also aware of my trousers rubbing all along my shaft as it bounces around in my leg.
And I am finally aware that my cock is getting hard again.
FAST
As my cock starts to get hard, it starts to tent out my trouser leg!
Thankfully, I am the only one in the hallway and coming, bad choice of words, up to the door to the head.
I reach over with my left hand and grab my cock to rearrange it as my right hand opens the door.
And my cock unloads, again!
The feeling is so intense that I drop to my knees on the inside of the head, as the door closes.
Thank God, no one is in here!
I lean against the door on my back, as I see the head of my cock, off to the side, push against the trouser leg and squirts forming a stain.
It spurts again.
And I am catching my breath.
Again! And I spasm.
Again! And I am lost to the pleasure running all through my body. It radiates out from my cock. Up through my torso. Down my legs. I feel like I am in a river of pleasure, helpless to that pleasure.
My cock spasms.
And so do I!
FUCK
After a few moments to catch my breath, I see that stain growing. There is a large glob of cum that is sitting on top of my trouser leg while the rest is flowing down my right leg and the stain is spreading.
I scoop up my cum and bring it to my mouth.
Still no taste.
And then it hits me.
The first thing I do is try to taste my own cum.
To see if it compares with Matt’s.
I don’t wonder why I’ve cummed, twice, hands free.
Any guy would love that!
No, Army Captain Cocksucker, wants to see if his cum tastes as good as the man he is sucking off two or three times a day!
FUCK
Mine doesn’t have any flavor.
I’m his cocksucker.
I like his cum.
I LIKE his cum.
I like HIS cum.
I like his CUM.
At least I’m not hard when I am thinking that.
Yet
Fuck
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Fuuuuck! You can make me cum without a true sex scene - Can’t wait for more!! Anxious to see Matt train him more and then fuck his wife! Keep it coming!
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YET
I said YET!
Now it’s in my mind that I will be getting hard in his presence. It’s an old intel trick. You put a thought in someone’s mind, and it sits there, lurking. Lurking - until the right set of circumstances happens to set it free.
I’m going to get hard for him.
I’m going to go from Captain Cocksucker to Captain Fuck Me With A Hard On.
Where the fuck did THAT come from????
Crap
Shit
FUCK ME
He will.
NO! NO!
I see it in my minds eye. He’s got me on my knees. Hands at parade rest behind my back. My cock hard and sticking straight up, just as he is training me for. Him saying, Good boy. Me saying, Thank you, Sir. And smiling a goofy smile as he first pats my head. Then he pats my cock head.
I Shake my head violently. No. NO! I’ve got to put a stop to this.
But how?
I could secretly tape him. Get him to confess that he’s blackmailing me because I’m fucking his mother. I can tell him that I will expose him unless he stops what he’s doing.
Yeah, right. I’ll still end up getting divorced. Busted in rank down to Private, IF I am that lucky. Sent to the brig with a Dishonorable Discharge.
I could force myself onto him. Fuck HIM into submission. Teach him that he is fucking with the WRONG GUY HERE!
That won’t work.
Nurse at the ER: What happened, son?
Matt: My neighbor raped me. He left his cum in my ass. Go get him!
Crap.
That DEFINETLY won’t work.
I’m stuck.
I’m fucking stuck!
I’m going to be his fuck toy.
I already like his cum.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK
I stand up, shakily. I lock the door and half walk, half drag myself to the sink.
Looking in the mirror, I’m a mess.
My t-shirt is just soaked with my own cum stains. Shit, I make a lot. I’ve got sweat streaking down my face along with whatever liquid I shot of my cock was, back at the map room. My trousers are still cinched around my waste. With the green of the khaki’s, the stain is dark but it really isn’t all THAT noticeable.
Relaxing breath, thank God.
I loosen them and let them drop to my ankles.
Crap, I made a mess on my legs. There’s cum drying all over my groin. I reach down with three fingers and scoop some up. I bring it to my lips and stop.
Damn it! I’m doing it again!
I stare at my cum covered fingers. Trying to decide if I am going to rinse them off or lick them clean.
If I wash them off, I have to make sure that I get every drop down the drain. Otherwise, someone will know that someone dropped a load of cum down the sink. I’m sure I can clean it that good, I say, as I lick my fingers.
I freeze.
He’s fucking in my head.
I can’t even deny it, anymore. My subconscious just took control of my hand and brought it to my mouth. And I licked my fingers clean of my own cum.
And I still didn’t taste anything.
Crap.
Maybe I didn’t taste anything because I did it subconsciously! I wasn’t looking for it. I scoop up another big glob and shove it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around my fingers.
It’s tacky. Because it was drying. There is a faint taste!
YES!
But I could have imagined it because I wanted to find it.
Then I see myself in the mirror.
Captain in the Army!
With his pants around his ankles.
Limp, wet, dick, flopped on the sink in the head.
Face streaked with sweat and I don’t know what else.
Fingers in my mouth like I am eating cake batter instead of my own cum.
Captain in the Army.
HA!
Fuck.
Captain Cocksucker at his finest!
How can I get out of this?
I look at my shirt.
I look at
my…
Shirt!
FUCK ME!
I left my jacket back in the map room! I walked down the hallway, in my cum and piss cum stained shirt! Holy FUCK! What if someone saw me? What was I thinking?????
Taking a few deep breaths, I calm down. I grab a paper towel and I look at the sink where my cock was. I quickly wet them and wipe the area down. I’m not even caring, at this point in time. How could I fuck up like that???
I quickly splash water on my face and try to dry it off.
SHIT!
I take my t-shirt and throw it down my other pant leg. I cinch up my pants and look in the mirror.
Now, I look like I’m in a porn photo shoot.
Crap.
I go to the door. There shouldn’t be anyone around, but I listen, just to be sure.
It’s not as thick as the map room door. I don’t hear anyone.
I open it and look up and down the hallway.
No one.
I don’t hear anyone, either.
Letting out a breath of relief, I don‘t quite run to the map room.
As I get there, I fumble with the key, because my hands are shaking so badly, I hear voices down the hall.
CRAP
I try to hurry, and I get the first lock, unlocked.
The voices are getting closer. I move to the other lock, thank God that there are only two!
My hands are shaking so badly as I try to insert the key that I end up dropping it!
The key falls in slow motion. I think in slow motion but as the key falls to the ground, I catch it with my left hand! It doesn’t even make it half-way to the floor.
Not thinking, I insert it into the second lock, unlock it, as the voices come closer.
One sounds familiar! But I can’t identify him.
I open the door!
I quickly jump in as I can now hear them walking this way!
I close the door.
I lean against it for a moment, catching my breath.
Then I walk over to where I left my jacket.
I start to put it on, and the door opens! I freeze! What the fuck??
“…stay outside, I’m sorry, you don’t have the security clearance to come in.”
The door opens.
I’m still frozen. Jacket half on. No t-shirt under it.
In steps Josh!
FUCK
I said YET!
Now it’s in my mind that I will be getting hard in his presence. It’s an old intel trick. You put a thought in someone’s mind, and it sits there, lurking. Lurking - until the right set of circumstances happens to set it free.
I’m going to get hard for him.
I’m going to go from Captain Cocksucker to Captain Fuck Me With A Hard On.
Where the fuck did THAT come from????
Crap
Shit
FUCK ME
He will.
NO! NO!
I see it in my minds eye. He’s got me on my knees. Hands at parade rest behind my back. My cock hard and sticking straight up, just as he is training me for. Him saying, Good boy. Me saying, Thank you, Sir. And smiling a goofy smile as he first pats my head. Then he pats my cock head.
I Shake my head violently. No. NO! I’ve got to put a stop to this.
But how?
I could secretly tape him. Get him to confess that he’s blackmailing me because I’m fucking his mother. I can tell him that I will expose him unless he stops what he’s doing.
Yeah, right. I’ll still end up getting divorced. Busted in rank down to Private, IF I am that lucky. Sent to the brig with a Dishonorable Discharge.
I could force myself onto him. Fuck HIM into submission. Teach him that he is fucking with the WRONG GUY HERE!
That won’t work.
Nurse at the ER: What happened, son?
Matt: My neighbor raped me. He left his cum in my ass. Go get him!
Crap.
That DEFINETLY won’t work.
I’m stuck.
I’m fucking stuck!
I’m going to be his fuck toy.
I already like his cum.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK
I stand up, shakily. I lock the door and half walk, half drag myself to the sink.
Looking in the mirror, I’m a mess.
My t-shirt is just soaked with my own cum stains. Shit, I make a lot. I’ve got sweat streaking down my face along with whatever liquid I shot of my cock was, back at the map room. My trousers are still cinched around my waste. With the green of the khaki’s, the stain is dark but it really isn’t all THAT noticeable.
Relaxing breath, thank God.
I loosen them and let them drop to my ankles.
Crap, I made a mess on my legs. There’s cum drying all over my groin. I reach down with three fingers and scoop some up. I bring it to my lips and stop.
Damn it! I’m doing it again!
I stare at my cum covered fingers. Trying to decide if I am going to rinse them off or lick them clean.
If I wash them off, I have to make sure that I get every drop down the drain. Otherwise, someone will know that someone dropped a load of cum down the sink. I’m sure I can clean it that good, I say, as I lick my fingers.
I freeze.
He’s fucking in my head.
I can’t even deny it, anymore. My subconscious just took control of my hand and brought it to my mouth. And I licked my fingers clean of my own cum.
And I still didn’t taste anything.
Crap.
Maybe I didn’t taste anything because I did it subconsciously! I wasn’t looking for it. I scoop up another big glob and shove it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around my fingers.
It’s tacky. Because it was drying. There is a faint taste!
YES!
But I could have imagined it because I wanted to find it.
Then I see myself in the mirror.
Captain in the Army!
With his pants around his ankles.
Limp, wet, dick, flopped on the sink in the head.
Face streaked with sweat and I don’t know what else.
Fingers in my mouth like I am eating cake batter instead of my own cum.
Captain in the Army.
HA!
Fuck.
Captain Cocksucker at his finest!
How can I get out of this?
I look at my shirt.
I look at
my…
Shirt!
FUCK ME!
I left my jacket back in the map room! I walked down the hallway, in my cum and piss cum stained shirt! Holy FUCK! What if someone saw me? What was I thinking?????
Taking a few deep breaths, I calm down. I grab a paper towel and I look at the sink where my cock was. I quickly wet them and wipe the area down. I’m not even caring, at this point in time. How could I fuck up like that???
I quickly splash water on my face and try to dry it off.
SHIT!
I take my t-shirt and throw it down my other pant leg. I cinch up my pants and look in the mirror.
Now, I look like I’m in a porn photo shoot.
Crap.
I go to the door. There shouldn’t be anyone around, but I listen, just to be sure.
It’s not as thick as the map room door. I don’t hear anyone.
I open it and look up and down the hallway.
No one.
I don’t hear anyone, either.
Letting out a breath of relief, I don‘t quite run to the map room.
As I get there, I fumble with the key, because my hands are shaking so badly, I hear voices down the hall.
CRAP
I try to hurry, and I get the first lock, unlocked.
The voices are getting closer. I move to the other lock, thank God that there are only two!
My hands are shaking so badly as I try to insert the key that I end up dropping it!
The key falls in slow motion. I think in slow motion but as the key falls to the ground, I catch it with my left hand! It doesn’t even make it half-way to the floor.
Not thinking, I insert it into the second lock, unlock it, as the voices come closer.
One sounds familiar! But I can’t identify him.
I open the door!
I quickly jump in as I can now hear them walking this way!
I close the door.
I lean against it for a moment, catching my breath.
Then I walk over to where I left my jacket.
I start to put it on, and the door opens! I freeze! What the fuck??
“…stay outside, I’m sorry, you don’t have the security clearance to come in.”
The door opens.
I’m still frozen. Jacket half on. No t-shirt under it.
In steps Josh!
FUCK
Your writing is on point. Hot, well structured, believable. Keep going ;-)
I like the detail you give in the story. You don’t miss a thing.
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Josh turns from whoever he was talking to and sees me, and he freezes.
“Sir?” A voice outside says. I recognize that voice. It’s Sgt Robbins. Before I can say anything, Josh holds up his index finger at me. It’s obvious he doesn’t want me to say anything. I obey that silent command. Crap. I can’t blame him. What can I say?
“It’s alright, Sgt,” Josh says, still holding that finger up. “Captain Clinton is in the room. I didn’t expect to see him.”
“He is?” Says Robbins. In a louder voice he says, “Captain Clinton, do you still have the keys to the map room? We had to use the spare that was locked in the Major’s safe.”
Josh then points at me with his index finger, to give me the go ahead. “Yes, Robbins. I still have them,” I say, still frozen with my jacket half on. Amazed at how normal my voice sounds. “I just lost track of time. I’ll return them when I am done here.”
“Yes, Sir,” Robbins says, and we hear him walk away. Josh shuts and locks the door. The turns and looks at me.
I still haven’t moved. I have no idea what he’s going to say. Hell, I have no idea what I am going to say.
“I’ve got to say, Jim,” he says, “this is an…interesting sight.”
“It’s not what it looks like,” I say, as I unfreeze and complete putting on the jacket.
“Oh really,” Josh says dryly, with a smirk. “It smells like sex in here. Even the air freshener didn’t cover that up. You are half naked. And very out of uniform. This should make for an interesting story.”
“Shit,” I say, deflating a little. I’m fucking caught. I can’t think of a story. Except the truth. “My wife sent me a text earlier in the day. It’s a game we played, when we met in college. We would have a code system for someone that made us horny. She’s been sending me text messages all day along with a picture.”
Josh sees my phone on the desk, I left that here, too. FUCK. Where has my head been the past 45 minutes?? He walks over, picks it up and looks at it. The phone stops sleeping and my wife’s sopping, wet pussy picture is still there.
Crap.
“Wow,” he says. “If I was interested in pussy, that would make me want to drop my drawers and polish one off, too.”
It takes me a second. I’m still so fucking flustered!
“Wait,” I say. “What?”
“I’m gay, Jim,” Josh says, handing my phone back to me. “Got to say, I did enjoy the view coming in the door. Your wife is very lucky.”
“Thanks, Josh,” I say taking the phone back from him. “I think I’m the lucky one. You’re, uh, you’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”
“No, I’ll keep your secret, Jim,” he says, I breath a little easier. “If…”
All I hear is the “if.” That’s what Matt told me last night. Shit, was it only last night? I ended up gagging on his cock that night and then swallowing two more loads today! And all his fucking leakage. And he’s not even gay.
Now, I’m caught by a fellow Army officer who IS gay. Am I going to be his cocksucker, too? That’s all I need, competing owners that don’t know about each other.
Fuck, I just admitted that Matt owns me.
“Jim,” Josh says, shaking my shoulder, “did you hear what I said? Are you okay?”
“Um, no,” I admitted, sheepishly. “I got lost in thought for a moment.”
“Yeah, that was obvious,” he says with a smile. “I said I would keep this to myself, if you owe me one for the future.”
“Owe you one what?” I ask a little fearfully.
“That you be my bitch for a day,” He says with a big grin. I blanch hard. “Jesus, Jim,” he says, “I was kidding. I don’t go after married or partnered men. As you know, information is power, in our line of work. Now, I have some power over you. But you have some over me. Just not as much as I do. I don't tell people I'm gay. I'm not in the closet or anything. I just wanted to, let's say, trade information so you have an almost equal share. Just understand that you owe me.”
Crap, Josh is an amazing man. I just never knew he was gay. But I don’t like him having power over me. I hate that feeling. And that’s how I am feeling around Matt. No wonder he radiates power, when we are together.
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I’m just in a daze from what happened is all. All I was going to was masturbate once. And I did. Then I had another, more powerful cum almost right after without touching myself. Then, on the way to the head, I felt another one come on, as my cock was reacting to my trousers and as soon as I entered the head, it happened. I was so lost in the pleasure, I collapsed at the door. I don’t know what’s happening to me, Josh," I finish, a tad desperate, it seems.
“Wait. You go commando. Jesus, don’t do that. I learned that in boot camp. There’s chaffing and all those hard ons.” He says with a laugh. “You also had a hand free cum? Twice?? Fuck. Now, I am jealous.” He laughs again and I can see the humor in his eyes. It calms me down. A lot.
“Yeah, that is why I am so dazed. It was like a wave a pleasure that just spread out from my cock, down to my feet, up to my head, then went back and erupted out of my cock. I’ve never felt anything like it,” I say sitting down in the chair.
“Three times??” he says with disbelief. “Two hand free orgasms? Figures. It would be a straight man that happens too.”
“What do you mean orgasm? I’m not a woman,” I say.
“Men have orgasm’s, too, Jim.” He says, sitting with his butt on the edge of the desk, hands behind him to support him. “Granted, we mainly concentrate on the feeling of our cocks. And the vast majority of guys are happy with that. Then, mostly with gay men or open-minded men, we can have hand free cums. That’s when our prostate is stimulated by either a finger or a cock running up and down it. That can be more powerful. The best, and most rare, is the male orgasm. That’s what you had. It’s both mental and physical. When both of those align, it can knock a man off his feet. He shoots a huge load. And, like you’ve found out, it mentally overwhelms the pleasure center.”
I’m sitting in the chair looking at him. I feel like I am back in high school at sex ed. Me, the student in the first row. Him, the teacher instructing the class. I’m also staring at his crotch at this level. Again, like last night with Matt.
“Hey, mister,” he says, snapping his fingers, “eyes up here.” He laughs.
“I’m sorry,” I chuckle back. “It was right there, and I was thinking.”
“About?”
Like I am going to tell you that last night, almost the exact situation and me getting throat raped by an 18 year old man with an 8 x 8 cock and glad that you’re not doing the same to me. Instead I say, “They were huge loads. But there was no cum. It was all liquid. It wasn’t piss, I know that,” I said.
“More likely it was seminal fluid. Since you’re not wearing it, I presume you cleaned it up with your shirt,” he asks.
“No, I shot all over myself,” I said with a grin. “Most of it landed on my shirt.”
“Most of it…you didn’t use a sock?” He asked my incredulously.
“Why would I use a sock? At home I shoot on myself when I jack off,” I ask.
“This is why a straight man should never jack off without his gay wing man,” he sighs. “You’re not at home, Jim. You’re at work. If you jacked off into your sock, you wouldn’t be missing your shirt. The sock would have caught it all.”
“It was a big load and I didn’t plan on load two and three, Josh,” I said. “Is that what you do?”
He lifted up his left leg and pulled up his trouser leg. There was bare leg at his boot. “When did you do that?” I asked him.
“The last time I went to the head. I was so horny. I quickly whacked one out.”
“Where’s the sock?” I asked.
“In my trouser leg. Look, Jim,” he said, “I only came back for my lucky water bottle. My Sgt is waiting in the Hum Vee. He’s probably wondering where the fuck I am. I need to take off soon.”
“You came back for your “lucky” water bottle?” I asked. “What makes it so lucky?”
“Well, now I have you owing me a favor, for starters,” he said. “It’s lucky for you, too, Jim.”
“How so?” I ask.
“What if it was Major Rababbi that opened that door?” He said. Crap, that would have been just as bad if someone caught me walking around in that cum stained shirt. “Also, you’re missing your t-shirt. How will you explain that, when you drop off the key to the Officer In Charge?”
“Sir?” A voice outside says. I recognize that voice. It’s Sgt Robbins. Before I can say anything, Josh holds up his index finger at me. It’s obvious he doesn’t want me to say anything. I obey that silent command. Crap. I can’t blame him. What can I say?
“It’s alright, Sgt,” Josh says, still holding that finger up. “Captain Clinton is in the room. I didn’t expect to see him.”
“He is?” Says Robbins. In a louder voice he says, “Captain Clinton, do you still have the keys to the map room? We had to use the spare that was locked in the Major’s safe.”
Josh then points at me with his index finger, to give me the go ahead. “Yes, Robbins. I still have them,” I say, still frozen with my jacket half on. Amazed at how normal my voice sounds. “I just lost track of time. I’ll return them when I am done here.”
“Yes, Sir,” Robbins says, and we hear him walk away. Josh shuts and locks the door. The turns and looks at me.
I still haven’t moved. I have no idea what he’s going to say. Hell, I have no idea what I am going to say.
“I’ve got to say, Jim,” he says, “this is an…interesting sight.”
“It’s not what it looks like,” I say, as I unfreeze and complete putting on the jacket.
“Oh really,” Josh says dryly, with a smirk. “It smells like sex in here. Even the air freshener didn’t cover that up. You are half naked. And very out of uniform. This should make for an interesting story.”
“Shit,” I say, deflating a little. I’m fucking caught. I can’t think of a story. Except the truth. “My wife sent me a text earlier in the day. It’s a game we played, when we met in college. We would have a code system for someone that made us horny. She’s been sending me text messages all day along with a picture.”
Josh sees my phone on the desk, I left that here, too. FUCK. Where has my head been the past 45 minutes?? He walks over, picks it up and looks at it. The phone stops sleeping and my wife’s sopping, wet pussy picture is still there.
Crap.
“Wow,” he says. “If I was interested in pussy, that would make me want to drop my drawers and polish one off, too.”
It takes me a second. I’m still so fucking flustered!
“Wait,” I say. “What?”
“I’m gay, Jim,” Josh says, handing my phone back to me. “Got to say, I did enjoy the view coming in the door. Your wife is very lucky.”
“Thanks, Josh,” I say taking the phone back from him. “I think I’m the lucky one. You’re, uh, you’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”
“No, I’ll keep your secret, Jim,” he says, I breath a little easier. “If…”
All I hear is the “if.” That’s what Matt told me last night. Shit, was it only last night? I ended up gagging on his cock that night and then swallowing two more loads today! And all his fucking leakage. And he’s not even gay.
Now, I’m caught by a fellow Army officer who IS gay. Am I going to be his cocksucker, too? That’s all I need, competing owners that don’t know about each other.
Fuck, I just admitted that Matt owns me.
“Jim,” Josh says, shaking my shoulder, “did you hear what I said? Are you okay?”
“Um, no,” I admitted, sheepishly. “I got lost in thought for a moment.”
“Yeah, that was obvious,” he says with a smile. “I said I would keep this to myself, if you owe me one for the future.”
“Owe you one what?” I ask a little fearfully.
“That you be my bitch for a day,” He says with a big grin. I blanch hard. “Jesus, Jim,” he says, “I was kidding. I don’t go after married or partnered men. As you know, information is power, in our line of work. Now, I have some power over you. But you have some over me. Just not as much as I do. I don't tell people I'm gay. I'm not in the closet or anything. I just wanted to, let's say, trade information so you have an almost equal share. Just understand that you owe me.”
Crap, Josh is an amazing man. I just never knew he was gay. But I don’t like him having power over me. I hate that feeling. And that’s how I am feeling around Matt. No wonder he radiates power, when we are together.
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I’m just in a daze from what happened is all. All I was going to was masturbate once. And I did. Then I had another, more powerful cum almost right after without touching myself. Then, on the way to the head, I felt another one come on, as my cock was reacting to my trousers and as soon as I entered the head, it happened. I was so lost in the pleasure, I collapsed at the door. I don’t know what’s happening to me, Josh," I finish, a tad desperate, it seems.
“Wait. You go commando. Jesus, don’t do that. I learned that in boot camp. There’s chaffing and all those hard ons.” He says with a laugh. “You also had a hand free cum? Twice?? Fuck. Now, I am jealous.” He laughs again and I can see the humor in his eyes. It calms me down. A lot.
“Yeah, that is why I am so dazed. It was like a wave a pleasure that just spread out from my cock, down to my feet, up to my head, then went back and erupted out of my cock. I’ve never felt anything like it,” I say sitting down in the chair.
“Three times??” he says with disbelief. “Two hand free orgasms? Figures. It would be a straight man that happens too.”
“What do you mean orgasm? I’m not a woman,” I say.
“Men have orgasm’s, too, Jim.” He says, sitting with his butt on the edge of the desk, hands behind him to support him. “Granted, we mainly concentrate on the feeling of our cocks. And the vast majority of guys are happy with that. Then, mostly with gay men or open-minded men, we can have hand free cums. That’s when our prostate is stimulated by either a finger or a cock running up and down it. That can be more powerful. The best, and most rare, is the male orgasm. That’s what you had. It’s both mental and physical. When both of those align, it can knock a man off his feet. He shoots a huge load. And, like you’ve found out, it mentally overwhelms the pleasure center.”
I’m sitting in the chair looking at him. I feel like I am back in high school at sex ed. Me, the student in the first row. Him, the teacher instructing the class. I’m also staring at his crotch at this level. Again, like last night with Matt.
“Hey, mister,” he says, snapping his fingers, “eyes up here.” He laughs.
“I’m sorry,” I chuckle back. “It was right there, and I was thinking.”
“About?”
Like I am going to tell you that last night, almost the exact situation and me getting throat raped by an 18 year old man with an 8 x 8 cock and glad that you’re not doing the same to me. Instead I say, “They were huge loads. But there was no cum. It was all liquid. It wasn’t piss, I know that,” I said.
“More likely it was seminal fluid. Since you’re not wearing it, I presume you cleaned it up with your shirt,” he asks.
“No, I shot all over myself,” I said with a grin. “Most of it landed on my shirt.”
“Most of it…you didn’t use a sock?” He asked my incredulously.
“Why would I use a sock? At home I shoot on myself when I jack off,” I ask.
“This is why a straight man should never jack off without his gay wing man,” he sighs. “You’re not at home, Jim. You’re at work. If you jacked off into your sock, you wouldn’t be missing your shirt. The sock would have caught it all.”
“It was a big load and I didn’t plan on load two and three, Josh,” I said. “Is that what you do?”
He lifted up his left leg and pulled up his trouser leg. There was bare leg at his boot. “When did you do that?” I asked him.
“The last time I went to the head. I was so horny. I quickly whacked one out.”
“Where’s the sock?” I asked.
“In my trouser leg. Look, Jim,” he said, “I only came back for my lucky water bottle. My Sgt is waiting in the Hum Vee. He’s probably wondering where the fuck I am. I need to take off soon.”
“You came back for your “lucky” water bottle?” I asked. “What makes it so lucky?”
“Well, now I have you owing me a favor, for starters,” he said. “It’s lucky for you, too, Jim.”
“How so?” I ask.
“What if it was Major Rababbi that opened that door?” He said. Crap, that would have been just as bad if someone caught me walking around in that cum stained shirt. “Also, you’re missing your t-shirt. How will you explain that, when you drop off the key to the Officer In Charge?”
