Muscle Worship, Chest Feel, Rimming, Blow Job, Nipple, Dog Tag, Army Boys
DAVID 544
See, it all started when Captain McAllister was talking to us about discipline. It was a really hot day and we were running laps shirtless. He was wearing a skin tight tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide that killer body of his. If anything, the tank top just made you stare more, and harder. That shirt was a tease. You could see his abs through the thin cloth and his pecs strained the fabric. Anyway, he started telling us how our minds were the most powerful weapon we had and that when we were training, in this case running in the hot sun, we could will ourselves to go farther than we thought possible and not give in to fatigue, thirst, etc. He said discipline, and the mind, could fend off any urge.
“Can’t stop you from cumming,” said Kenny.
“Or sneezing,” said Sam.
I laughed.
“Or barfing,” Sam continued. “Or coughing. Or sleeping.”
Cap said they were right, up to a point. He said that, with extreme concentration on his part, nobody could make him cum if he didn’t want to.
“Now really, sir,” I said. “How are we supposed to put any credence into that? I mean, we don’t know who’s tried to make you cum. Or what they did. Or if they were any good at it. Respectfully, what you mean is that nobody has made you cum against your well…yet.”
He smirked. He put his hands on his hips and said, “You wanna give it a shot?”
“Yeah!” said Kenny.
“Hell yeah!” said Sam.
Cap smiled, showing those brilliant white, perfect teeth. God but he looked like a movie star when he smiled. “You think you can make me cum,” he stated questioningly.
Sam cleared his throat and said, “Yes, sir. I think I can.”
“Me too,” said Kenny.
I said, “I……..I, uh, wouldn’t mind trying. Too.”
Cap gave us a look that said “fair enough” and then he grabbed the collar of his tank top and with one sudden spread of his massive arms tore it wide open.
All three of us gasped as we laid eyes on his naked upper body for the first time. Devoid of any clothing, the incredible proportions, the gargantuan arms, the ridiculous shoulders, the brick-like abs were revealed to us. He was perfection. And that chest! That was one of the things that haunted me most about Cap. Those giant, heavy, thick, hairy….hairy….pecs crowned by those big, always hard nipples that poked from beneath any fabric and commanded your attention.
What remained of the tank top hung from his back and shoulders like a stringy vest. Then he shrugged it off and let it fall to the ground. He undid the drawstring of his sweats and carefully stepped out of his pants. All he wore now were his boots, socks, hat, and dog tag. No underwear. All three of us stood there slack-jawed and wide eyed when we at last got a good look at the cock hanging between his legs. That was another part of Cap’s body that defied being covered up. Every time he walked into the barracks, we all did a quick scan to see where it was beneath his clothes. Was it stuffed into a jock? Was it sideways in some briefs? Was it snaking down on leg of his pants? And the big question was, is that it…hard? Well now we had our answer. Cap’s cock soft was bigger than a regular guy’s big cock hard. It has to be eight inches hanging almost halfway down his tree trunk thigh. I doubted I, or anyone could get it in their mouth now, much less when it was standing at attention.
He shrugged at us. “Well? Take your best shot.”
We lunged at him. I wanted that chest. I was ready to shove Kenny out of the way to get to it, but he went down on his knees and went for Cap’s cock. Sam ran in back of Cap and started running his hands over his back and shoulders. He wrapped his hands around Cap’s thick neck to feel the sheer size of it. Then he let his hands sail down the smooth skin of Cap’s wide back and finally cupped those muscle buttocks in his hands. He got an idea and decided to dispense with the stroking and caressing he had planned, and then he dropped to his knees, spread Cap’s glutes and started licking his lips.
I was running my hands back and forth across what surely must be the biggest, most muscular, beautiful, thickest, widest, hairiest chest in the world. Cap closed his eyes and smiled faintly. He liked what I was doing. His mouth opened, and his head went back. By this time, Kenny had managed to stuff the head of Cap’s cock in his mouth and I could see by the movement of his cheeks that he was sucking. This was going to be interesting. If he could barely get the head in now, what was it going to be like when Cap got hard? He pulled his mouth off of it and we both saw that it was swelling quickly. Kenny licked his lips and tickled the underside of the head with his tongue.
“Unh!” cried Cap, and he involuntarily pulled his cock away. His eyes flew open and his faint smile was suddenly replaced by an expression of shock.
Kenny looked up at me with an evil smile. He had found a chink in the armor.
Cap still had his eyes wide open. He now was expressionless. Too expressionless. As though he was feigning control. That was the moment that Sam spread Cap’s buttocks apart. Cap looked confused. Peeking between Cap’s spread thighs, I could see Sam on his knees behind him. I knew what was about to happen. But apparently Cap didn’t. And this is what I was thinking about when I had respectfully challenged Cap. What kind of stimulation had he been subject to? My guess was women so thrilled that they were being boned by a muscle god that they never found time to explore his body because they were too busy with their own. Or guys so taken with that gigantic cock that they started a hand job on him and just were too mesmerized to stop and do anything else. Thus, Cap came when he’d had enough. This, to him, was total mastery of his cock.
Did Cap even know where his most erogenous zones were? Surely he must have. But did he ever know what it was like to have three young recruits find them and work them, not necessarily hard, but rather skillfully? All at once?
Looking confused, wide-eyed as though the sexual lighting Kenny had ignited was a surprise to him, and without moving his head, he moved his eyes sideways as though he was trying to get a look at Sam behind him. Now he stood in a rather precarious stance. His hips were tilted way back, his butt in the air. His arms were at his side, tense. His upper body leaned slightly forward, his chest thrust out towards me.
Still looking confused, and with a nervous smile, he said, “Hey, uh, S-Sammy. What the hell are you doing back there?”
And that was the moment I first ran the backs of my fingers over his nipples, and coincidentally, it was the exact moment that Sam buried his face between Cap’s glutes and pushed at his twitching, puckering hole with his tongue.
“Ohh! Oh G–!”
Without taking his tongue off the underside of that big cockhead, Kenny looked up at me and smiled.
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