Sex in the Sky

‘You are hereby requested to report to the United States Army Induction Center at 122 Peabody Street, Scarsborough, New Hampshire at 8:30 a.m. on Wednesday the 19th of September.’

I held the letter in my hand and stared at it uncomprehendingly. They had just recently reinstated the draft, and now they were drafting me. If I passed the physical, (and why wouldn’t I?) I would be going into the army. Horrible thought.

The envelope dropped from my fingers onto the floor without my even noticing. I sat down heavily on the couch and stared over and over at the awful sheet of paper. I had never even considered that this type of thing could happen to me. The army was a place for farm kids. For factory kids. For high-school dropouts who wanted to continue their education.

I was a college graduate with a top job in advertising. I didn’t want to lose my job. I had fought hard to get it and I wasn’t going to let the army take me away from it. Oh God. Where was Hilda? She was usually home before me. She was the one who usually picked up the mail. But today I had picked up the mail. I had picked up the letter from the United States Army.

I heard the key in the door. It was Hilda. She looked at my face and knew right away something was up. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

She approached the couch, and I held out the letter. She took it and read it. “Oh, Warren. Oh, no.” We had been planning to get married in the near future. She had been selecting china patterns in the Tiffany catalogue. All that would be now on hold. “What are we going to do?” she asked.

“What I’m going to do is report for my army physical next Wednesday,” I answered. We ate a quiet dinner, watched a little television and went to bed. We did not have sex. We definitely did not have sex. I was in no mood for sex. Not that night, or the next night or the night after. All I could think about was my physical. It haunted me.

On Wednesday the 19th of September I got up at six a.m., got dressed in the dark, trying not to disturb Hilda, had a light breakfast, and drove down to 122 Peabody Street. The Induction Center. There were a lot of young guys going in the front door, as well as a number of snappily uniformed military types.

I entered the building and stood in the large front hall, looking around me.

“Excuse me. Do you know where to go for the physical examination?” asked a young fellow about my own age.

“No, I don’t. I have to go there too.”

“You got a notice in the mail?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Me too. You can’t begin to imagine how thrilled I am,” he said ironically.

“So am I,” I said. “Warren Cobb,” I added, introducing myself and stretching out my right hand.

“Doug Haney,” he said. And we shook hands. After that we tried to read the building directory without much success. We stopped a soldier, showed him our letters, and asked him where we had to report.

“I’m going over there. Follow me,” he said.

He was Sergeant Carl Merrill, according to his nametag, a compact, solid, muscular man. He marched with military crispness, leading us to the third floor medical department. “Sign in at the desk,” he directed us, and walked away.

We were with about thirty other prospective inductees, and we were directed to a bank of lockers and told to strip to our shorts. We kept the locker keys around our wrists.

An army lieutenant, Lieutenant Edgar Driggs, according to his nametag, marshaled us into a large room where attendants were taking blood and urine.

“I drank three gallons of orange juice yesterday,” Doug Haney whispered to me. “They say if you drink a lot of orange juice your albumin level goes way up and maybe they won’t take you.”

“I wouldn’t count on that,” I advised him.

“Yeah,” he nodded his head, agreeing sadly. “Boot camp, here I come.”

“I don’t want to go either,” I said. “But there’s no way out of this. I hear they’re taking everybody. A skinny friend of mine who was underweight told me they added twenty pounds to his weight on his chart, and marked him with a medium-heavy build. They took him.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Doug whined pleadingly.

“I don’t think so. If you’re breathing, you’re in.”

“Great,” he lamented. “Maybe we could say we’re gay. You know. ‘Don’t Ask. Don’t Tell’. They definitely won’t take you if you’re gay.”

The army had a policy of ‘Don’t Ask. Don’t Tell.’ Meaning if you told them you were gay they would kick you out, but they weren’t supposed to ask if you were gay. But they did ask. And they even conducted witch-hunts to ferret out any gay military man whom they promptly discharged. (They claimed that homosexuals were bad for unit cohesion. And besides it was creepy having these sexual predators in the same barracks with the straight normal guys who would even have to shower with them. Ugghh.) That was ‘Don’t Ask. Don’t Tell.’ And Doug was proposing telling.

I thought for a minute. “You know, that’s a damned good idea. I think I’m going to try that. I’m going to say I’m gay.”

“You are?” He was amazed. “I don’t think I’d have the guts.” It had been his idea to begin with and now he was backing down.

“It’s easy,” I said. “You just tell them you’re gay. Tell them you suck cock. I’m going to do it.” I raised my hand until Lieutenant Driggs noticed me.

“Yes? What is it?” he asked me.

“Sir. Can I speak to you a moment?”

“What is it?” he asked again brusquely.

“I need to tell you something privately,” I explained, nodding my head to an empty part of the room. We walked over to it.

“Yes?” He asked again. “What’s on your mind?”

“I have something to confess, sir,” I said ashamedly, hanging my head. “I’m gay.”

“I didn’t hear you, son,” he was speaking very loudly. “There’s a lot of noise in here. You’ll have to speak up.”

He had heard me. If I spoke any louder the whole room would hear. I didn’t know what to do. Finally, I raised my voice, but not quite enough to blast through the room. “I’m gay, sir,” I repeated.

“You know there’s so much noise in this room, I still couldn’t hear what you said. Why don’t you sit down, son. You’re going to get your eyes and ears examined now.”

Maybe he was the one who needed his ears examined. He couldn’t hear me? Bullshit. It seemed that they weren’t going to let me out for being queer, which I really wasn’t. But so much for ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’. I returned to my seat next to Doug.

“What happened?” he asked me.

“They’re either not buying it or they don’t care. The bastard kept pretending he couldn’t hear what I was saying.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “They’re shameless.”

“Even if he had acknowledged hearing me, he might not have believed me. I have a feeling he would have told me to prove it.”

“Well, why don’t we?”

“Why don’t we what?” I asked, not understanding him.

“Prove it.”

“And how do we do that?” I asked, thinking the guy was a little bit of a head case.

“Let’s both say we have to go to the bathroom,”

“Yes?” I asked, waiting for further explanation.

“Just let’s do it.” He raised his hand and caught the lieutenant’s eye. The lieutenant came over.

“Yes?”

“Excuse me, sir,” said Doug. “I need to go to the bathroom real bad. Can you please tell me where the men’s room is?”

“Down the hall, on the right hand side,” he said pointing. “But make it snappy.”

“Yes, sir,” said Doug, jumping up and walking toward the men’s room. He turned his head and winked at me.

“Excuse me, sir, I have to go too,” I said, clutching my front as if I couldn’t hold it.

“Okay. But hurry up,” he said. I jumped up and followed Doug down the hall. As I entered the hall, I saw the strong compact Sergeant there. Sergeant Merrill. I nodded to him, and he nodded to me. I continued down the hall and followed Doug into the gentleman’s lounge.

We stood there in our jockey shorts, looking at each other, not knowing what to do next.

“Now what?” I asked.

“We have to do something,” he said.

“Like what?”

“Something gay. We have to get caught. If they won’t listen when we tell them we’re gay, they’ll have to believe their own eyes. They’ll kick us right out.”

“You think so?” I asked. It was an appealing idea.

“Absolutely,” he answered, nodding his head firmly. “In a little while they’ll send someone in to look for us, and if we’re discovered in flagrante delicto…….”

“Right,” I said. It was a damned good idea. I could keep my job. I could keep my girl. I wouldn’t have to live with a bunch of rednecks for two years. It was a great idea. “What do we do?” I asked.

“Something gay,” he explained, in exasperation, as if he were talking to an idiot.

“I’ve never done anything gay,” I explained.

“Well, neither have I,” he answered. “Do you want to get drafted?”

“No.”

“Then we have to do something gay. Like maybe suck cock. We have to get caught sucking cock.”

“Oh,” I breathed, realizing what would have to be done. “Okay. You want to suck me?” I offered.

“How about you sucking me,” he challenged. We were getting nowhere fast.

“I don’t know,” I stalled.

“Maybe we’d better just suck each other. You know. Sixty-nine.”

“Yeah, well maybe we could do that,” I considered.

“Okay. Let’s go,” he said.

We both just stood there and looked at each other.

“How do we do this?” I asked.

He sighed at my stupidity, and slipped off his underpants. “Take off your shorts,” he said.

I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them.

“We’re going to have to lie down on the floor,” he reasoned.

I looked down at the white tile floor. I did not want to lie down on it.

“Come on,” he prompted and sat down on the floor.

I sat down facing him. “Now what?”

“We have to lie down facing each other head to foot, with our heads at cock level,” he clarified.

We both lay down on the cold hard floor and pointed our limp dicks toward each other’s mouths. He tentatively began to kiss my dick. He took it in his hand and held it as he kissed it, and then he began to lick it up the shaft a little. I followed his lead and did the same for him. Then he began to kiss and lick the head of my cock, rubbing it around on his cheek a little. I followed his lead. I felt his dick getting hard in my hand, against my cheek, against my lips. It was pretty big and pretty hard now, and it was a little exciting. I felt my own dick getting hard in his hand, against his cheek, against his lips, against his tongue.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

“Do what?” I asked stupidly.

“Put it in your mouth and suck on it,” he explained in exasperation, as if to a child. “We’ll do it at the same time, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Okay. One. Two. Three. Go.” He whomped down on my cock, and I whomped down on his. We were sucking each other’s dicks. And it was okay. It was kind of nice. I started appreciating it, savoring it. He was getting into it too. I took it out of my mouth for a second so I could stare at it, admire it. Then I whomped back down. I wrapped my arms around his middle and pressed on his ass, urging him to feed it further in toward the back of my throat. We were each making lascivious wet slurping sound.

“How long do we do this?” I asked.

“Till someone comes in and catches us,” he explained. “But you’d better not come in my mouth, you hear?”

“I hear,” I said. But now that he mentioned it, I was feeling a little bit ejaculatory. I wouldn’t mind shooting out a hot load. I hadn’t fucked Hilda in the last week, worrying about the physical, and I needed to unload my balls. I was also starting to wonder what it would be like if his hard hot dick started spurting out thick white cream into my own mouth. What would that taste like? It was kind of a sexy idea. My cock started getting even stiffer in his Jacuzzi mouth.

All of a sudden it happened. The door opened. And it was a soldier. Not another draftee. Not a lab tech. Not a doctor. A soldier. I took my mouth off his cock for a second and turned my head back. It was that compact, solid, muscular sergeant. Sergeant Carl Merrill. I turned my face back and swallowed Doug’s cock again.

“Well. Well. Well. What have we here?” he asked, coming into the room and closing the door behind him. “It looks like we have a couple of cocksucking faggots.”

Neither of us answered. We just kept sucking cock.

“I said, ‘It looks like we have a couple of cocksucking faggots,’ don’t we?” He asked again, and kicked me lightly on my butt.

“Yes, sir,” I said. “You caught us. We’re queer. If you would just mark that on our papers, we’ll go home. We’re sorry we bothered you.”

“Not so fast,” he said. “So you’re ready to go home. Ah ha.” He studied the situation and smiled. “I’m not convinced you’re really queer. You could be putting on an act to get out of the military.”

“Oh, no, sir. We would never do that. We’re really queer,” Doug asserted.

“Keep sucking,” he ordered.

“What?” I asked in consternation.

“You heard me. Keep sucking. I want to watch you suck each other.”

He stood there smiling over my naked body, waiting for me to put Doug’s cock back in my mouth. So I did. And Doug swallowed mine again. Even with the sergeant watching us, we were both getting into it. It felt really good. A hot sucking mouth on my dick. The sergeant walked around us, studying us from all angles, and began playing with the large bulge in his army pants. Pressing it, and rubbing it. He began to walk away. I tried to watch what he was doing. He went into a closet and came out with a two-sided stand-up sign. ‘Closed for Repairs’ it said. He opened the men’s room door and stood the sign in front of it. Then he closed the door and turned the latch. It was locked. He walked back toward us. “Keep sucking,” he commanded. We kept sucking.

Now he was playing with himself a lot. He drew down his zipper and reached inside. He drew out a big red mean-looking sergeant dick. It was so stiff and hard he had trouble getting it through his zipper. He stood right behind me and gave me a light kick on my naked ass. “Get up here and suck my cock, faggot,” he ordered.

“Excuse me?” I asked. I was appalled.

“You heard me, faggot. Get up here and suck this dick. If you’re really queer, that is.”

I had to prove to him I was really queer. I got up on my knees, so that my mouth was pretty much at the same height as his groin. I wrapped my hand around the angry red sergeant dick. I bent my head forward and closed my mouth around it. Doug had moved around on the floor, so he could keep sucking my own prick.

“Ah. That’s it, faggot. That feels good. Do you like my dick, faggot? Do you like my big thick dick?”

“MMMM HHHHHMMMMM,” I assured him, as I continued to suck on his big thick dick.

He reached into his pocket and took out a small pager. As I was sucking on him, he called someone. “Driggs. Driggs.”

“Yeah?” it answered.

“Merrill here. I’m in the third floor men’s room. You’d better get right over here. The door’s locked. Knock three times.” He put away the pager and grabbed the back of my head with his free hands, forcing his cock into the deepest recesses of my throat. I choked. But I gamely kept going. It was too late to stop now, and the prize was within reach. Rejection. I would be rejected by the military. How sad. How very, very sad.

I was really starting to enjoy his dick when I heard a knock at the door. Three knocks, that is. Knock. Knock. Knock. He coldly pushed my mouth off his prick and walked to the door, where he turned the latch, and standing with his exposed stiff cock behind the door, opened it. Another soldier entered. It was the lieutenant. The one who wouldn’t listen to me when I said I was queer. Lieutenant Edgar Driggs. Well now he would know.

“What have you got here?” The lieutenant asked the sergeant.

“A couple of nancy boys who like to suck cock. I thought maybe you might like to get your cock sucked.”

“You know me. I always like to get my cock sucked,” the lieutenant assured him.

They walked over and the sergeant stuck his angry red dick back into my mouth. I noisily fed on it, as Doug continued to suck my own dick.

Lieutenant Driggs was taller than the sergeant. He was not as muscular. But he had a lanky gracefulness. He was a few years older than the sergeant, also. He had black hair in a short military buzz cut, and a five a clock shadow. With too little hair on the top of his head, and a little too much on his face, he looked dark. Dark and mean. “I’ll take the other one,” he said to the sergeant. He pulled out a large purple stiff dick, and walked around my body, where he grabbed Doug’s hair and pulled him up on his knees to cock level. “Suck my dick, homo,” he said to Doug. “And you damned well better do a good job. You hear me? You hear me, faggot?”

“I hear you, sir,” Doug said. He chomped down on the large purple pole. I think Doug was getting a little frightened now. And so was I. These guys were a little mean.

The men’s room was filled with the sound of two wet mouths slobbering over two large military dicks. Both soldiers had our heads in a vice, as they forced us down upon their turgid instruments. They were both breathing heavily and “Aaahhhing” a little too.

“I think some of the higher-ups might be very grateful if we let them in on this. Don’t you?” Driggs asked Merrill.

“You’re right. We should share the wealth. It’ll look good on our next evaluation report,” said Merrill. He took one hand off the back of my head and reached into his pocket again. He drew out the pager and began making calls. “Captain Argus. Captain Argus.”

“Yes?” asked the pager.

“This is Sergeant Merrill. Could you come to the third floor men’s room right away, sir? The door’s locked. Knock three times.”

“Roger,” said the pager.

Sergeant Merrill made a second call to a Major Forbes who also agreed to knock three times. Then he put the pager in his pocket, but instead of grabbing the back of my head, he used both hands to open his belt. As I was sucking, he was stepping out of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He lifted his undershirt over his head. He dropped his pants and underpants to his ankles and stepped out of them. And while I was sucking him, he unlaced his shoes and shucked them off. Then the socks. Then he was as naked as we were. Lieutenant Driggs followed his example, move for move.

There were three knocks on the door. Merrill pushed my head away again, and moved behind the door, before unlatching it. The first one in, I learned later, was Captain Argus. Argus was in his early forties, and was a big guy. He also had a little bit of a beer gut, and his head was bald. He smiled when he saw Doug and me naked on our knees, with Driggs’ cock slamming into Doug’s mouth. Driggs smiled back at Argus. Before Argus could say anything, there were another three knocks on the steel door. Merrill opened it again to quickly admit Major Forbes. Then he closed the door and turned the latch. He walked barefoot back across the room, and lifted my mouth onto his dick again.

Major Forbes was in his early fifties. A career soldier, if ever I saw one. He was very tall, and very powerful looking. He had salt and pepper, black and white hair, in a short military cut. I noticed a gold wedding band on his finger as he began stroking his cock through his pants.

“Are they good cocksuckers?” he asked.

“This one’s pretty good,” said Driggs, in praise of Doug’s oral abilities.

“Mine’s pretty good too,” admitted Merrill. I felt flattered. I was getting a gold star on my first cocksucking effort.

“Let me try this one,” said Argus, displacing Driggs in front of Doug’s mouth. He opened his zipper and dragged out his hard meat, and forced Doug to chow down.

“I’ll take this one,” said Major Forbes. He dropped his pants and underpants to his ankles, and when he had worked his dick into a nice size hard-on he stuck it into my mouth. Merrill, displaced, needed something to do. He walked around my body and surveyed it. He seemed to have decided on something. He walked over to the sink and covered his hands with liquid soap and water. Then he came back and sat down on the floor behind me. A wet soapy finger started flicking around on the outside of my butthole.

“Yeah. I was kind of hoping you’d come along and catch us. Why didn’t you come and join in?”

“Oh, hell,” I muttered. “I don’t know. I guess I liked watching.”

He walked up to me, took off his own towel, and pulled me close to him so our cocks were touching. He reached down and took both our cocks in one hand, slowly stroking us both. I gasped and leaned into him, my head on his shoulder. He rubbed our cocks together for a little longer, then stopped and pushed me away. I looked up in surprise.

“What the fuck?” I said, rubbing my aching cock. It was still throbbing.

“I gotta get going,” he said, wrapping his towel around his waist and heading for the door.

“Going where? Got someone else to fuck?” I said, a touch of bitterness creeping into my voice.

He stopped with one hand on the door, his back to me.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said. “I told you this morning, if you don’t like how things are, move out. I’m not changing just for you.”

I was silent, and he turned to face me, leaning against the door.

“If you must know, yes, I’m off to fuck someone else. Who and where is none of your business, but if you want to fool around in our room later, fine. If not, that’s fine too, although I hope you’ll want to. Don’t make such a big deal out of this. It’s just sex, you know? Just fucking.”

He turned around without waiting for an answer, and left me standing there in the storage room alone. I was hurt, no question…but then I thought, if he can fuck other guys, why can’t I? If this is how the game is played, then fuck it –I’ll play it, too.

I left the room and went back to the shower stall where Rob and Cliff had been, but they were gone. Disappointed, I went back to the main locker room, had a quick shower, then got dressed and left to go back to the dorm. I walked into my room, half expecting to see Chad in there fucking someone, but the room was empty. I sat on my bed and started thinking. I knew I wanted to find someone to fuck, but where? This was all new to me and had pretty much fallen into my lap, so I really had no idea where to start.

I thought a bit longer, then went to my computer and got online. I did some searching, and discovered a new term – glory hole. I read about it then found some free video clips, and found my cock getting hard at the thought of being sucked off by some anonymous guy. It didn’t take me long to find information about where they might be found locally, so I wrote down a few places, slid on a pair of loose shorts (no underwear, of course), and headed out the door.

The first place I went to was a roadside park, and the bathroom was disgusting. I looked in the last stall, and sure enough, there was a hole cut into the wall, about cock height. I looked around doubtfully, not sure this was the place I wanted to have my first glory hole experience. I was nervous and scared, but also excited. I decided to sit and wait for a few minutes, so I went into the stall next to the glory hole stall and sat down to wait. In the meantime, I pulled out my cock and stroked it slowly, enjoying the sight of my hand on it and remembering how it had felt to slide it into Chad’s tight ass. I was lost in my dream world when I heard a sound from the stall next to me.

“Psst.”

I looked around, startled, then saw a finger motioning to me from the hole in the wall. I looked at it for a minute, not sure what to do, then a voice whispered, “You want your cock sucked or not?”

I sure as hell did. I got up and went over to the wall, then slid my cock through the hole. I felt a hand grasp me, then begin to stroke me slowly.

“Oh, my,” I thought, pushing myself as close to the wall as I could get. I felt a hand come through the hole and lift my balls through, then felt a warm mouth enclose the tip of my cock as a hand began to play with my balls. I moaned softly, and felt my entire length slowly being surrounded by the warm mouth on the other side of the wall. He started sucking on me, and I grabbed the top of the wall to try and shove my cock deeper in his mouth. It felt so incredibly good that I forgot about the filthy surrounding, amazed at how turned on I was and how nasty this felt. This guy really knew what he was doing, too. He would take my shaft deep in his throat, then would stroke me while he licked the tip of it, running his tongue around the rim and over my piss hole. Not being able to see what was coming next was even better, and before I knew it, I had blown my load into his waiting mouth. He sucked me dry, then let go and I heard him leave as I stood back and pulled up my pants. I was exhausted, having had more sex in the past week than I’d had in a long time. I sat there on the toilet, catching my breath, then I heard someone else go into the stall next to me. I knew there was no way I could stand having my cock sucked just then, so I didn’t move. I watched the hole for a minute, then I stood up to leave. Just as I was about to open the door to the stall, a hard cock slid through the hole. I stared at it for a minute, then walked over and put my hand on it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to stick it in my mouth, but I was more than willing to jerk him off.

“Suck me,” he whispered hoarsely.

“It’s a hand job or nothing,” I whispered back, not letting go.

He was quiet and I could sense that he didn’t like it, but he didn’t withdraw his cock.

“Fine, but you better make me come,” he said, and started to move his cock back and forth.

“No problem,” I said, and tightened my fist around his cock. He moaned and started to thrust faster, and I concentrated on holding him just tight enough that his cock would slide through my hand with a bit of friction. It was really weird, seeing that disembodied cock slide through my hand. It didn’t take long for him to come, shooting spurts onto the next wall and all over my hand. He grunted and thrust a few more times, then pulled out, saying, “Next time, be ready to suck some cock. Hand jobs don’t cut it in here.”

I waited until he left, then I left quickly, not looking around as I walked to my car. I sat in there for a minute, trying to decide if I should go scout out another place. I wondered where Chad was and who he was fucking, and that got me going. Two could play at this game.

The next place I went to was a little more clean, but not much. I stayed in the car and watched different men come and go, trying to decide if I was brave enough to suck some stranger’s cock. It was one thing to suck Chad’s – I knew him and trusted him. It was something different to let some guy I didn’t know slide his cock into my mouth. I watched for a while longer, then saw a nicely built young guy go into the bathroom. Something about him caught my interest, so I waited for a second or two, then followed him in.

I went to the next to last stall and sat down, waiting to see what happened. The hole that was cut into the wall was fairly large, and I could see something going on in the next stall. I got closer and saw that the cute guy I had followed in was jacking off. I looked at his cock, which was pretty nice. He seemed to be right into what he was doing, so I made a decision and stuck my finger through the hole, beckoning for him to come closer. I backed up, hoping he’d seen me, and soon enough, his cock came poking through the hole. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of the hole, then tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of his cock. He moaned softly, which turned me on, and I took his cock in my hand and slowly began to lick the shaft. He lifted up and slid his balls through the hole, and I leaned down and licked them while I stroked his shaft. He grew bigger as I stroked him, and I had to bend his cock down to get it into my mouth. He actually tasted pretty good, and I started really getting turned on by his soft moans as I sucked him harder.

My cock was growing hard again, but I didn’t touch it. I pulled my shorts down and let it poke out, but didn’t want to use my hands on anything but the cock in my mouth. I played with his balls while I sucked him, and pretty soon he started to throb and pulse in my mouth. I didn’t really want some stranger’s jizz in my mouth, so I backed off and stroked him until he spurted everywhere. He groaned loudly as he came, then pulled his cock away. I stood up, thinking he was done, but I got a hell of a surprise next. He stuck his finger through the hole, but I really didn’t want my cock sucked.

“No, thanks,” I said, starting to pull up my shorts and leave.

“Look,” he whispered, and when I looked at the hole, I saw his shaved asshole up against it.

“Fuck me,” he said. “It’s okay, I’ve got rubbers.”

He moved from the hole and handed me a condom, and I looked at it, then shrugged. What the hell? I thought, and slid it on over my cock. I looked, and his asshole was against the hole again, so I spit on my cock and slid it through the hole.

“Ohh,” I heard, then his hand came around and guided my cock into his hole. It was a tight fit, much tighter than Chad’s ass, and I grunted as I forced my cock up inside him. He pushed back against me, and I felt a pop as my cock slid past some barrier inside him. He gasped, then started moving back and forth as I thrust into him, impaling him on my hard cock. I was holding on to the top of the stall to get leverage, but it just wasn’t working right.

“Fuck this,” I said, and I pulled out of him, then left my stall and ripped open the door to his stall. He looked at me in surprise as I stepped in and turned him around, then bent him over and jammed my cock into his ass again.

“Ohh yes,” he moaned, his hands braced on the wall behind the toilet. “Yes, fuck me.”

I grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my cock, going as deep as I could, my balls slapping against his ass. He reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me even closer, and I started fucking him as hard as I could. His moans were getting louder, so I put one hand over his mouth to keep him quiet as I jammed his tight ass with my rock hard cock. We were both covered in sweat as I worked his ass, and I felt myself about to come, so I started fucking him harder and faster. I let go of his mouth and put both hands on his shoulders, forcing him into me, then suddenly I came hard, jamming my cock all the way inside him as I felt myself fill the rubber I was wearing. I bent over him, my chest against his back, and kept my cock inside him as he jacked himself into an orgasm. We both stood there for a minute, catching our breath, then I pulled out of him and pulled the condom off, dropping it into the toilet. I took some toilet paper and wiped my cock off, then smiled at him and said, “Thanks, man.”

He smiled back and said, “Sure, anytime. You’re a great fuck.”

I pulled up my shorts and left the bathroom, sitting in my car until I had enough strength to start it and head back to the dorm.

When I got back, my only thought was that I wanted to have a hot shower and go to bed. All this sex was fun, but it sure was tiring. My jaws were sore from sucking that last guy off, and the skin of my cock was tender again. I hoped Chad would stay out late, because I was really too tired to fuck around with him.

I walked into the room and was relieved to find it empty. I got my shower stuff and headed to the bathroom, had myself a long hot shower, then went back to the room and crawled into bed. It wasn’t long before I was sound asleep, dreaming of the guy I had fucked.

I woke up suddenly, not sure why. I lay still and listened, realizing Chad was home, and that he was not alone. The room was dark, but I could see enough to see that he was in bed with someone.

“God, you’ve got a nice cock,” I heard a male voice say softly.

I turned slowly to face his bed, and saw Chad lying on top of a guy who was face down, slowly fucking him. The covers were off of his bed, and I could see his ass raise and lower as he slid his cock into the other guy.

‘Jesus,’ I thought, ‘Can’t this guy ever get enough?’

Quietly, not wanting either of them to know I was awake and watching, I moved so I could see better. Chad was obviously trying not to make noise and wake me up, but every once in a while a low moan would escape either him or the other guy. I tried to see who he was fucking, but it was someone I didn’t know. I was fascinated by how slow Chad was thrusting in and out of the other guy. It was driving me crazy, actually, imagining Chad’s cock sliding in and out of the guy’s ass. As I watched, my cock beginning to throb, Chad rose up and pulled the other guy with him, onto his hands and knees. He adjusted himself, then pulled the guy’s ass toward him as he began thrusting again. I could see at once why he wanted to be in that position – he had reached around and was slowly jerking the other guy’s cock as he fucked him.

‘Fuck,’ I thought, my hand going down to my now erect cock. I watched Chad’s hand pull and stroke the other guy’s cock as I stroked mine, imagining myself in the other guy’s place, being fucked by Chad’s big cock. It was turning me on how quiet they were being, only soft grunts and moans escaping them, the liquid sound of Chad’s lubricated cock sliding in and out magnified because of the silence. This went on for some time, longer than I had expected it to. It amazed me how much stamina Chad had, and I thought again of having his cock in my ass.

The other guy reached down to Chad’s hand on his cock and started made him stroke faster. I took this as a sign that he was about to come, and in response Chad started fucking him faster. Their breathing became faster, harsher, and I saw Chad reach out and cover the other guy’s mouth as he straightened up and shot his load onto Chad’s bed. His body jerked as Chad continued to stroke him, then Chad bent him back over and kept on fucking him, thrusting harder and faster, then pulled his cock out and came all over the guy’s back. They both collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. I lay there, my hand squeezing my cock, trying to be quiet as I came right after they did. As quickly as they had stopped, the other guy got out from under Chad, gathered his clothes, and silently went out the door. Soon after that, I heard Chad snoring from his bed, and I was finally able to move without him knowing I had been awake the entire time. I fell asleep dreaming of Chad fucking me, something I knew would have to happen soon. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take another night like this one otherwise.

To be continued…