A Cadet Encounter
It's freezing! I followed you. You're suited in your best dress uniform--damn! You forgot your freakin' gloves. Standing on a thin concrete platform, a tall, black enamel door blocks your way. The building appears to be the size of a closet or maybe, a bathroom. Turning the steel handle--the door won't budge and it almost took away some skin. Why are you standing there waiting? In the cold...Creamy white complexion blushing pink--Breath blows like cigar smoke--Teeth chatter--Hands feverishly rubbing--Shoulders hunched--Feet shift left, then right. Eyes are fixed ahead. Sometimes, you glance up...No one's dumb enough to be out here. Grabbing the handle with the your cuff...Bastard still won't move.
From behind, you detect soles scraping rock. I'm behind you about two feet. Wating. An eternity passes in five minutes. I'm shuddering inside it's sooo cold. Bobbing to stay warm...
My eyes are fixed on the incredible thick neck with vibrant buzzed hair casting a cool glow. Tight, defined shoulders crest over granite. I'm thin and tight, but the guy is rock. What the hell? No one's around. Two giant steps forward and I'm pressed against you. My steam grazes your ear as I exhale. You shut your eyes to take it in for a second. Yep! Instant raging hardon. You turn your head slightly and barely see me before snapping back. My forehead rubs your back and my hand slides to rest open palmed on your crotch. I'm bracing us. You lean forward, but I contour your body sternly. I slowly grind my clothed prick forward & you match it by jutting out your ass minimally. Reaching again for the door, it clicks open almost as a silent shock to us both.
A sudden, assaultive turn and we're facing. You force me by the collar into the room and the door slams like a vault. Pinning me to one of the walls, there's barely enough room for two. Ceiling just reaches above our six-foot-plus frames. A long wooden bench pressed against the opposing wall with some thin, tacky and surprisingly clean carpet under our feet.(It's sooo warm! Where's the heat? It's him) Gripped and grinding hard, we kiss. We're devouring one another. Lips locked--wet & moist--hips in unison. MMMMM! Internally, you begin to dissect the Cadet held before you----sandy blond hair, burning mouth and deep green eyes. He's yours; take him.
Your hand is full of my hair as you peel my head back-- tender bites on my Adam's apple and teeth grazing the cleft in his chin. Sensations pulse throughout my brain and body while you rip at my shirt. All upper torso clothes are seemingly dissolved. Your tongue working in one long motion downward. My fly breaks open with ease, but I surrender my trousers as a whole. Why fight it? It's futile. My cock roars out petrified and purple.
Down on your knees, our eyes glued, you spit in your palm and stroke me repeatedly . . . always looking up. Your tongue emerges and laps like a cat at the blue vein running the length of my shaft. I break character for a slight smile and that forces you to engorge yourself on my cock. My hand stroked the crown on your head forcing it down and back--a simple, beautiful and pleasurable motion. The taste is heartier than you expected. And it's not like chicken. After a few minutes of using your ears as handles...I break ranks...
Quickly seating you on the wooden bench...The home team goes to bat. Opening with another stellar lipllock including tongues at war, I rip all clothing off your torso (I'm left with a tie on), I nip and flick rapidly one nipple, then the other for an apparent eternity. You don't care. Nothing exists except the job of the moment. On my knees, I alternate between teeth and finger to remove those pants. Stark white boxers. I trace the outline of your hard cock and realize there's trouble. This is a wide load and I'm fucked.
Releasing this skin monster to open air, I gulp in surprise. You take control by placing the first two fingers of your left hand into my mouth and stroking with the right. After a couple minutes of finger sucking hypnosis, you thrust my head onto your raging piece. Disoriented, the wind is knocked out of me and I almost gag. Recovering--I slowly adjust by performing slow, drawn suction movements--gaining speed with familiarity. I lose rational thought...anguish...Too thick...swallow spit...in/out/in/out. He's fucking my tonsils...eyes water...in/out/in/out...I want it...keep going.
Suddenly you pull on my hair...you don't want to cum...my dick's raw from my own personal stroke session. Your cock waves still solid shined by my saliva. My mouth glistens because I've just sucked the biggest cock flavored popsicle. Our eyes meet again and I utter in breathless and hoarse syllables, my first words--"Fuck me...Please, just fuck me." (You know it's your show now.)
You pull me up and spin me around. Palms flat on the wall and legs spread apart instinctively, I bend slightly. My small, white ass is positioned at your nose. Perfect...your strong hands part my cheeks and dive in on the sensitive flesh. Rough, drenched tongue darts against my hole. The taste is cleaner than you expect...there is no sweat. I bury my eyes in my arm and coo a couple of times. You wet fingers and they disappear into me with a vise grip reaction. Then, after some friction, I loosen. You spit in my hole and try a thumb...success. I bite my lip hard. Braced by fingertips, my stomach burns, "Please, man, please," I beg.
You dribble onto your cock and massage up shinier and harder--Pulling me backward, I'm prepared for the seat of honor. (It's so wide...can I handle it..God help me!) Centering myself and resting my hands on your massive thighs, I'm lowered to your cock. You hold my waist and jut upward to meet my usable hole. Creeping, I take it all because I feel pubes against my ass. You grip the sides of the bench and we work in tandem. I bob up and down progressing faster. Eyes staring and lips dry, my focus for concentration is the door handle before me. " Faster, more," I order as the pace quickens. You thrusting and my asshole contracting and relaxing. Both thighs and ass are reddening from the friction. "Please go deeper! More! More! I like It!"
He's all mine now. I'm totally in the zone and you say your first words."Ride it! Ride it! Good boy! Yeah! Yeah!' The heat...the sweat...the smell "Oh God, my guts are ripping out! Don't stop man! Fuck Me! Come On!" You command,"Ride it ! Fuck! Shit!" "Fuck me! Yeah! Harder! Go! Wait! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" My blue cock streams cum in arches...some lands on your shoe. You yell frenzied, "Shit! Shit! Oh, Man! Fuck! Fuck!" I leap up seconds before that fat can blows and splashes my ribs.You're pumping and it's volcanic.White streams everywhere--Your hands, my stomach, your thighs, my pubes and even the wall. Pure power...Our bodies convulse and readjust ending in a mutual shit eating grin and a marathon liplock.
We gather our clothes--using our white T-shirts to mop off one another. Dress in our rumpled finest...we check one another & a quick thanks kiss. Pop open the door. You go your way. I go mine. Will you even acknowledge me across the parade ground tomorrow?