Navy

WARNING: If you are offended by sex between men stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy and nothing but a fantasy. No resemblance to any real person is intended.

Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome and encouraged.

THE NAVY SUCKS!

by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Copyright 1998. All rights reserved.

Admiral Hank Wahrig was horny as hell. He felt his rock-hard dick twitch in his tight boxers. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat behind the large desk he reached with one hand into the pocket of his pants to shift the confined, pulsing shaft. The touch of his fingers on his stiff cock through the thin fabrics of slacks and shorts sent shivers through his body. He felt the strong urge to beat off, to shoot a huge load of cum. With some effort he controlled himself and calmed down: no chance to jack off. He couldn't do that right in front of Commander McLoyd who sat at the other side of the table and talked for hours on end about some minor technical problems of the ship's engines.

The Admiral sighed: he was horny as hell and he knew that he would have absolutely no chance to fuck some chick for... well, for how long? He felt strong anger and frustration as he answered this question in his mind: "For four more weeks. Till the end of this fuckin' trip on the fuckin' Pacific! Damn!!" There were only very few women on board of the ship - but they were off limits for him anyway (and unattractive, too). So he had absolutely no chance to meet some young attractive girl and fuck her, no chance even to meet some not so young, not so attractive woman, no chance at all!

To make things worse he hadn't had a good fuck even before he entered the USS "Jefferson" because of an even increasing martial crisis. For a long time his marriage had been happy and he had had no difficulties to statisfy his very strong sex-drive with his wife, a former beauty queen he had married not just her good looks but also for her sexual versatility. But during the last months their relationship had deteriorated. First she had declined to go down on him any more (his favorite way of having sex - he just loved to have his cock sucked); then she had declined to let herself be tacken from behind (for some reason he preferred this position to the more commonly performed way of shagging - he had never asked himself why); finally she had declared that she would under no circumstances let herself be touched by him any more. She had called him a "sex maniac" and "pervert" and annouced that she would sue for a divorce. He was not sure what the reason for this change was, but felt that his wife's very close relationship with her new "best friend" Martha - a clever, young brunette - had something to do with it. He would have loved to have a word with that girl in private - but feared a scandal. Also he had been extremely busy and overburdened with work. So he had not had a good fuck for almost three months now.

The Admiral sighed again. His lonely jack-off sessions were not half as satisfying as "real sex" - sex with someone else. Somehow beating off seemed to make him just hornier and hornier. The more he jacked himself off, the more he felt the urge to do it again. He couldn't get his mind off dirty things and thought about shoving his throbbing, drooling dick in some girl's mouth, ass or puss for most of the time. His cock twitched and his balls ached.

"I'm going nuts," Hank Wahrig thought, "I'm going nuts if I don't fuck some chick soon, very soon!"

At last Commander MacLoyd was finished. The Admiral was glad to get rid of him and muttering some trite instructions shook his hand across the table. Much to the Commander's amazement the Admiral remained seated - he did not want the man to spot the very prominent hard-on in the pants of his tight-fitting uniform. When MacLoyd had finally left the office the Admiral reclined in his chair. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but the heat in his loins and in his dick was still as strong as before. He sighed again softly and touched his cock through the layers of soft fabric. It jumped under his touch and he felt the dick-head getting wet: his prick had started to ooze pre-cum.

He spoke to himself: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible. I have to do something about it! I can't go to this meeting with a raging hard-on. All officers will be there!"

His next appointment was an important offical call where he had to give a speech. But he had still several minutes until then...

So the Admiral decided to jack off again. "It's the fourth time today," he thought, "and it's still well before lunch time. Oh my god, what will become of me? But I'm so hot, so unbelievable hot! I'm going nuts, I'm sure, I'll go nuts!"

With trembling fingers he fumbled with his fly and released his throbbing cock out of the tight confinement of boxers and slacks. He felt more calm when the pulsing shaft was totally exposed, so that he could hold it in a tight grip. His eyes roamed approvingly over the veiny length of the pulsing shaft. Without false modesty he felt very proud of his dick and he loved the sight of it: it was not only perfectly shaped but also striking in terms of length and thickness. It was almost ten inches long and more than three inches in circumference - few men could compete with that. At least that's what all the women he had fucked had told him; he suddenly realized that he himself had had no opportunities at all to compare his dick with that of other guys. Starring at the thick rod in his hand he felt that his thoughts started to wander. "That's strange - I haven't seen another guy's dick in all my life - that means, not hard... not as hard as this one here." Moving his fingers slowly up and down the length of his ten inches monster he began to wonder about other men's cocks, about their size, form, color and their touch... their smell...

Suddenly he felt shocked by his thoughts. "What the fuck is this?," he asked himself in his mind. "I've never thought about guys before, never! I'm going nuts, really nuts. Have to find me some chick - first thing when we hit the shore again!"

With that he closed his eyes again and started to beat his throbbing dick in earnest. He wanted to cum, to cum fast to ease the strong urge in his balls, to stop the spiral of his dirty thoughts. His hand set but a steady, stroking rhythm, spreading the steady stream of pre-cum that oozed out of the gaping piss-slit in the bright red head of his dick over the entire lenght of his mighty rod. He knew that he was close when he felt his large, hairy balls drew near their base. He spit into his hand to make its gilding movements even more easy and more exciting. His fingers moved faster still, making smacking, juicy sounds on his stiff, wet flesh.

"Sir?"

The voice was soft and calm but it made him jump nevertheless.

The Admiral spun around in his swivel-chair and recognized Major Frank Weels, who had entered the office by the door in the wall behind his back. Shocked he glared at the young man who starred back at him with bulging eyes, his mouth open. It was only then that the Admiral realized that he had not covered himself when Weels had interrupted his impromptu jack-off session. Quite the contrary: his stiff dick, shiny with pre-cum and spit, throbbing in the tight grip of his hand, aimed right at the tall, young officer before him, sticking out of his uniform pants. Neither of the two men moved. The Admiral felt his dick getting even harder. Much to his own surprise he was not pissed off by the awkward situation. No - he enjoyed it. It added to his excitement; he realized that he liked to show his hard, drooling dick to the blushing Major. Weels gulped down hard. When he spoke again his voice was shaky.

"Err..., Sir... time's almost up now. I've made a new print of your speech."

The Major held several pages in his hands - in his trembling hands. His eyes were glued at the Admiral's pulsing cock. Noticing the man's clear excitement Hank Wahrig felt suddenly in a mood to be very bold:

"Yes, I know, but... you see, I've got some kind of problem here...".

The Admiral let his dick sway gently in his hand.

"You know, there is some kind of disgruntlement between me and my wife. So I've been on my own for quite some time even before this trip, and this is a problem, a really big problem... know what I mean?"

The dick swayed in his hand more strongly.

Major Weels gulped hard again. "Yeah, I see that it is a problem, a really big problem..." The young officer's voice trailed off. Then he looked into the Admiral's face. His gaze was solemn, almost reverentially. The Admiral was used to such looks: he knew he was a very handsome man even in his late forties and still in excellent shape, he knew that the nickname "Beau Jim" out of his days as officer cadet was still entirely justified, that many people admired him. He knew also that the military uniform and the power of his office greatly added to his attraction. And he felt power right at this moment. His dick throbbed in his hand. He spread his legs wide and starred expectantly at the young man.

Sweat appeared at Weels' front who blinked and licked his lips nervously. Finally he found the strength to speak again:

"Please remember, Sir, that I am here to serve... my country."

The Major's voice failed him and his eyes, moist because of his strong excitement, begged the Admiral to get him right. A throbbing hard-on was very clearly visible in the young man's uniform pants. Very slowly the Major licked his soft, sensuous lips again with the pointed tip of his pink tongue. With some difficulties the Admiral suppressed a big grin that began to appear on his face.

"Now, here's the solution of my big problem," he thought. "Pity that I did not think about it earlier on - might have spared me some frustration. So, Major Weels, prepare yourself for a very heavy load of cum. And it will go down your throat!"

Without a single word the Admrial rose out of his chair. His pants and boxers dropped down to his ankles. Arching straight up into the air his ten inches cock appeared to be even bigger and thicker. With a casual gesture of his hand he signaled the nervous young officer to step closer. Weels stepped forward until the Admiral's throbbing dick almost brushed across the straining bulge that tented the Major's tight fitting trousers.

For a brief moment the eyes of the two men locked. The Admiral had to admit to himself that Weels was a very attractive man: handsome features with a fine, straight nose and full, sensuous lips, the soft white skin still not marred by wrinkles, the blond hair cropped very short, he looked almost like a boy, but the strong and tall body was unmistakingly that of a man. "Could be my son", the Admiral thought while he closed his eyes and waited for Weels' next move: it was so obvious what he expected from the young officer that he did not bother to put it into words. And he was right: Weels knew what to do. The Admiral sensed that the Major went down on his knees right in front of him. Then he felt the man's hot, firm hand on his pulsing, dripping cock while the other hand hefted his huge, low-hanging balls.

Eagerly the Admiral arched his body forward. He gasped involuntarily as a hot wetness surrounded his oozing cockhead and a sligthly raspy tongue began flickering over the sensitive skin of his rock-hard dick. "Ohhh, my god!!," the Admiral heard himself exclaim. Immediately his hands clasped the head of the kneeling Major and he tried to shove his throbbing cock deep into the man's mouth and throat. Weels resisted enough to back off the president's cock.

"Please, Sir, let me do it my way. You're huge, really huge, you know."

Frustrated but also flattered the Admiral let the young man's head go. He decided to let him do all the work. "Just relax and enjoy," he told himself. He leaned back at the desk and closed his eyes again.

Again Major Weels set about working over the Admiral's giant cock, fingering the huge balls and pulling another deep chested groan from the high-ranking officer when his soft lips closed around the large prickhead. Skillfully the young man absorbed inch after inch of dick until he felt the pressure of the Admiral's cockhead against the back of his mouth. Several more inches were still outside his mouth. Weels rested and the Admiral sighed: he was used to this - his cock was so huge that none of the many women who had went down on him had ever been able to get it completely into her mouth. Obviously this guy here had the same problem. The Admrial was disappointed.

But suddenly he sensed a slight twisting of the man's neck and head and he cried out loud as he felt the several remaining inches of his huge, hot, throbbing cock gliding effortlessly into the hot, wet mouth of the kneeling man, being teased by his twirling, slightly rasping tongue, the drooling head and the upper inches sliding into the restricting, tight confines of the man's throat. The Admiral went wild. He had never experienced this before: someone had taken his cock - all of it, all fucking ten inches - into his mouth! The suddenness, the intensity of the excitement proved almost too strong for him. Every muscle in his body tensed and with great effort he prevented himself from shooting his load right then. With rough hands he forced the kneeling Major to stay motionless impaled on his throbbing cock until he felt the wave of lust and heat that shot through his body subside. Weels struggled for air. Finally the Admiral released the man's head and Weels backed up. When both had regained their breath the young officer began once again to suck off the man who towered above him. A pleading expression on his face, his gaze was set on the Admiral's face. In no time Major Weels gulped and slurped, juicily, head bobbing back and forth, as the long, thick inches of the Admiral's beautiful, pulsing dick pistoned in and out of the depths of his throat.

"Suck it, man," Hank Wahrig snarled. "Give me some real good head!"

The telephon rang. Without thinking the Admiral reached behind him to grap the receiver. A man in his position was always on duty. "Yes?," he barked. He felt Weels freeze. Commander MacLoyd was on the phone and asked if he could have a few words with him.

"Well, I'm quite busy at the moment, quite busy - but just go ahead. What's up?"

Grinning lewdly down at the young officer who squatted on his haunches before him the Admiral shoved the mighty shaft of his cock very slowly back into Weels' wet, hot mouth until he felt his crotch hair scratch at the Major's nose and lips. He grapped the back of the man's head and held him in that position, impaled on his huge, throbbing dick, for a long moments, enjoying the pulsing of his rockhard dick in the tight confinement of the Major's wet mouth and throat. Then the Admiral started a slow-motion face-fuck while listening on the phone to the Commander who once again blethered about the technical problems with the ship's engines. Weels seemed to begin to enjoy the situation, too. His hands roamed over the Admiral's strong, hairy legs and then claimed the man's taut buns, kneading urgently, and drawing his body closer than ever against his face and his eagerly lapping mouth. Hank Wahrig rose to his toes, getting better leverage for ramming deep, pistoning the huge, throbbing shaft of his mighty dick in and out of the Major's eager mouth and throat.

Somehow he still managed to talk to the Commander with a casual, unstrained voice but suddenly he gave a loud, involuntary grunt: Weels' fingers had found the cleft between his ass-cheeks and stroked at the sensitive flesh around his butthole.

"Is something wrong?," the Commander asked conscerned.

"No, no - it's just... uhhh... (the Admiral grunted loud again - Weels had pushed one of his fingers up his ass) ...it's just a hiccup I guess." Admittedly that was a very poor excuse but the Admiral's mind was set on other things.

Commander MacLoyd was still concerned: "You're sure? Perhaps you should see the Doctor? Your voice sounds strange, somehow strained, you know."

For a second the Admiral toyed with the idea to tell the man at the other end of the line what was really happening in his office and to recommend the Commander the same treatment but then he decided against it. "Maybe the bastard would like it. Coming to think about it I'm almost sure he would love it! But this mouth her is just for me - just for the Admiral's disposal. Wouldn't like to share it. It's too good, too hot. So hot! Hotter than any chicken's throat!," he thought.

His voice firm again the Admiral said: "Listen, I have to go now. Talk to you soon - okay?" And then he hang up on the Commander. Weels' finger went further up his ass.

Angrily the Admiral pushed the young man off his cock. "Hey, you bastard - who told you to do that? Who told you? And when I'm on the phone, too!"

A faint smile on his lips Major Weels answered in a soft, sexy purr:

"Sir, do what, Sir? Oh, you mean my finger. My finger up your ass. Well, don't you like it, Sir?"

His tongue sneaked out of his mouth and he lapped briefly at the Admiral's drooling prickhead. Then he spoke again, a thin layer of the man's pre-cum still on his lips:

"Judged from the condition of your cock, Sir, which is - as I would like to point out - still rock-hard, maybe even a little bit harder than before - no, it's definitely harder now, very hard, indeed - and still oozing an amazing amount of pre-cum, judged from these signs, Sir, I would like to venture the opinion that you are crazed about my finger up your ass, Sir!"

The Admiral was stunned. He searched in vain in his mind for an answer - that had not happened to him in decades. Used to give orders all day long he was completley taken by surprise by the Major's self-assured reply. Instead of an answer he lunged forward and jammed his cock back into the young man's mouth.

"Suck me, man, make me cum!," he snarled condescendingly. "I got a huge load of jism for you that's gonna blow the back of your head off. Get it, cocksucker!"

Major Weels gagged at the sudden intrusion but opened up his mouth wide. Hips rocking, the Admiral fed his big meat to the young officer who moaned around the deep-driving shaft of drooling cock. Weels drilled his finger completely into the man's butthole. Yes, it felt good - the Admiral had to admit that, very good; it made him hot, very hot and added greatly to his excitement.

Gazing down with lust-glazed eyes at the fast moving head of the young, handsome officer the Admiral surrendered himself to the joy the man's mouth was delivering, to the shuddering thrills he experienced from the movements of the man's tongue, lips and fingers.

"Oh, man, you got a great mouth. Oh, yeah. You do it like you really love to suck cock. Yeak, make me shoot, cocksucker! Make me pump that big load into you!"

The Admiral's hands slipped to the crouching man's shoulders, squeezing encouragement.

"Oh, yeah, man. You're good, really good! You love a big, fat dick, don't you? I got a big one, haven't I? You really love my cock, don't you?"

Major Weels, his head tossing back and forth on the man's throbbing dick, gulped, slurped, sucked and grunted enthusiastically. He didn't bother to answer. Suddenly the Admiral remembered his strange thought from earlier on: that he had never seen another man's hard dick. Enjoying his new-found power over this young man he decided that the time had finally come to change that.

"You got a big dick, man? Why don't you whip it out and beat off while you suck me?"

Weels didn't seem to hear him. Eagerly he sucked on the Admiral's huge, throbbing dick, making loud, juicy sounds. But the Admiral insisted:

"Open up your fly and take it out. Take your dick out, man! I know it's hard. It was already hard before you went down on me. I've noticed that. Looked huge, really huge. Take it out, man! I want to see your dick! You got a big one, huh?"

Major Weels drew back and gripped the man's huge cockshaft in his hand.

"Sir, I don't want to cum, Sir. I just want to get you off and gulp down your cream. Okay, Sir?"

"Hey, no. No way. I want to see your dick. I want to see if you really got a big dick. It's hard, isn't it?"

The crouching Major tightened his grip on the Admiral's throbbing mast and looked up at the man's handsome face.

"It's hard, all right, it's rockhard, Sir. It was already hard before I got my mouth on this beauty here and it's even harder now because I'm turned on from giving you head. I've dreamed about sucking you off ever since you came on board. You've got a great cock, Sir, and if there was time I would be more than happy to keep you on the brink for an hour or so before letting you blast off. But we don't have that time, Sir."

The Admiral smiled with almost childish joy, delighted to hear someone praise his cock.

"Come on, why don't you get your dick out of your fly and let me have a look at it? How big is it? You got a bigger piece than me? Are you cut?"

Major Weels shook his head. "No, Sir. I'm not circumcised, Sir."

"Let me see your dick. Show me, man! Show me what've got!"

"Sir, some other time maybe, Sir. We don't have much time left. You've got to go to that meeting and give your speech in a minute or two. Right now I'd like to just finish you off. Please, Sir, I've waited so long for this to happen. Please give me your cum now, Sir!"

But still the Admiral insisted: "No, no, first I want to see how much you've got. Weren't you trained to follow orders?" Weels nodded.

"So - this is an order, an order by me, Admiral Hank Wahrig, your superior officer: Show me your cock! Now!"

Reluctantly the young man rose, standing close to the Admiral who watched the man's movements with mounting excitement. After some fumbling with his fly the Major shoved down his trousers and his briefs. A huge, thick, uncircumcised dick lofted into the air, swaying gently up and down. Hank Wahrig gasped involutarily, then he whistled softly through his teeth.

"Hey, you're hung, man, really hung. It's huge and..." - the word 'beautiful' formed itself in the Admiral's mind but he suppressed it and left the sentence unfinished. As if acting under the influence of some kind of magnetism he reached out and lightly touched the pulsing shaft.

"How long is it? Tell me."

"Sir, last time I measured, Sir, it was nine and a half inches long. So it's not as long as your cock, Sir."

The Admiral was pleased but in a generous mood, too:

"Oh, that's not much of a difference. You're hung. It's huge and... beautiful" - somehow this time the word came out of his mouth despite his will. He tightened his grip on the Major's dick and began to play with the loose, slithery foreskin.

He had never seen a rock-hard uncircumcised dick before. With trembling fingers and sweaty palm he squeezed Weels' throbbing cock tentatively and then began to run his hand back and forth, stroking, peeling the snug foreskin back, away from the red, glossy, lube-juiced head with its gaping piss-slit. His eyes wide, staring, he admired the cock of his young assistant, its hardness, its heat. It felt like an iron bar with a casing of warm smooth silk. More pre-cum appeared at the slit in the large, mush-roomed shaped head and the president's mouth was tingling and salviating with anticipation. He swallowed.

Weels, suddenly heaving hard, tried to back out of his grip.

"Sir, careful, Sir! Careful, or I'll shoot my load over your jacket and your trousers. Would be quite a mess."

The Major tried to lower himself once again to his haunches, but the Admiral's fist on his cock tightened in resistance. He drew the young man even closer to his body and with his free hand he began to unbotton the front of Weels' shirt.

"Sir...?"

"Shut up, man! Get out of that shirt!"

Weels obeyed. When he had removed shirt and tie the Admiral released the Major's pulsing dick from his tight grip. Weels slacks and briefs dropped down to his ankles so that he was now almost completely naked. The Admiral's eyes roamed freely over the man's firm, tanned body. He looked him over very closely, searchingly and took in the strong neck and broad shoulders, the well muscled pecs and the small, round, peaked nipples, the trim waist and the long, chiseled legs. Aa much as he enjoyed the sight of the naked body of the nervous young man the Admiral found his attention again and again drawn back to the huge, thickly-veined cock that arched high up into the air. The shaft's skin was light with pulsing blue veins raised high on the surface. Hank Wahrig starred at the Major's throbbing, drooling cock and then he kneeled down.

Weels gasped but did not dare to move.

Reaching out with nervous hands, the Admiral once again grasped the big, hard cock that now swayed right in front of his face. He felt Weels' heart beat as the Major's huge cock jerked and throbbed in his hand. He smelled the scent of sweat, soap, and man. He heard the young officer's heavy breathing and examinded every millimetre of the big, beautiful cock before him, inching his face closer and closer. He felt the same strange magnetism as before and, bending slightly more forward, he flicked out his tongue and licked tentatively at the cockhead.

Weels threw back his head and moaned.

The Admiral let the taste of cock and pre-cum melt on his tongue. His own dick jumped up and twitched achingly. He continued to lick at the Major's hard rod, lapping up the man's steady stream of salty pre-cum and felt himself becoming more and more excited. Then, with a final lick, he accepted the big, drooling cockhead ino his mouth.

"Ohhh, yeah, yeeaaahhh!," Weels groaned, grasping the Admiral's strong shoulders. Slowly, cautiously, the kneeling man began slowly to bob his head up and down over the shaft of big dick, gradually taking more and more of the throbbing meat into his throat. His hands caressed the Major's firm legs and taut buttocks while he flicked his tongue eagerly over the smooth skin of the pulsing cock in his mouth. His own dick jerked in response to Weels' excited moans. He felt the man's prickhead pressing against the back of his mouth and, for a second, he thought he could get no more into it.

But then, through an unconscious twist, he felt the large head and the long, thick shaft surge deep into his throat and he suddenly found his lips spread achingly wide while inch after inch of thick, fat cock slid down into his throat until the base of that throbbing dick met with his strained lips. His nose was buried in the thick forest of crotch-hair and the Major's huge, hairy balls softly slapped at his stubbly chin. His jaws aching, he realized that he had taken every inch of the Major's thick, large dick. The Admiral grapped hard at his own drooling dick and at his aching balls to prevent himself from cumming.

The telephone rang again. Weels froze and looked down quizzically at the crouching man before him. The Admiral, his lips still tightly wrapped around the Major's hard cock, just nodded his consent and then began to bob his head up and down on the thick, pulsing prick in his mouth in a slow, deliberate pace. Weels answered the call. Excited the officer on duty inquired why the president had not shown up for the meeting. When he answered Weels voice was calm and condescending:

"I'm sorry, but the Admrial is still... engaged. He'll need some more minutes before he will be able to... come."

The officer on duty demanded to speak to the Admiral himself. Driving his hard dick into the Admiral's mouth with long thrusts Weels remained unimpressed:

"I told you the Admiral is busy, very busy, indeed."

At this moment Weels felt the Admirals's fingers dig into the damp cleft between his asscheeks and - remembering the comparable situation a few minutes before - he prepared himself for an assault on his butthole. He tried as hard as he could to keep his voice steady but despite his considerable talent as an actor the young man grunted loud into the receiver when the high-ranking officer shoved first one sweaty finger into his tight asshole and then added another one:

"This is an extremely urgent affair and... uuhhhh... the Admiral will... uuhhhh... need some more time to finish it off. There is nothing I can do about it."

Cursing and swearing the officer on duty hung up.

The Admiral sniggered around the Major's pulsing shaft. Weels, more and more excited by the situation and the probing fingers up his butt, finally began to take charge: he rammed his cock deep into the Admiral's throat and, driving and slamming, he started to fuck hard into the wet, slurping mouth. Hank Wahrig made gurgling noises of pleasure and his tongue swabbed more wildly; the rhythm of his bobbing head became faster and faster as he tried to meet Weels' urgent thrusts who began to talk dirty:

"Yeah, Sir... suck my dick.... suck my big, throbbin' dick... Sir, make me cum, Sir... Major dick up your mouth... still can't believe it... Admiral Wahrig... goin' down on me... strainin' his lips to take my cock up his throat... wet... hot... navy suck!"

They moved in unison for long moments of pure lust. The low-ceilinged room reverberated with grunts and groans. Finally Major Weels exclaimed, his whole body shaking with lust and need:

"Gonna cum, Sir!Gonna cum...right... now! Sir, take my load, Sir! Gulp it down, Sir! Cummin'... cummin... now! Nooow!!!"

The Admiral felt the cock inside his mouth and throat grow harder, hotter and longer, the prickhead beginning to quiver. Then, while Weels shouted his annoucement, his body tensing in a hard strain, his hands trying to keep the kneeling man's head in place, the Admiral forced himself back off the throbbing cock until only its head was still in his mouth. Immediately he found himself with his mouth full of hot, thick, creamy cum. He swallowed eagerly only to learn that more of the tasty substance was pumped into his mouth, finding that he was going to have to swallow fast to prevent the loss of huge amount of the man's juice.

He grabbed Weels' undulating hips to hold on and then gulped down fast and hungrily, accepting every singly drop of his assistant's sticky cum while he felt that his own load of man juice was erupting from his cock although he had not touched it. Jet after jet of his cum was spraying over his bent legs and the office floor. For many long moments both men gushed thick globs of hot jism out of their throbbing, jerking dicks. Weels' load shot right into the Admiral's eagerly lapping mouth while great parts of the office were flooded with the man's spraying cum. Again and again and again, both men climaxed until they had finally emptied their huge stores of cum.

When his senses returned the Admiral was shocked to hear thundering applause.

He looked up and saw Weels and himself surrounded by eight, young officers who clapped their hands and cheered. Each of the men - every one tall and heavily muscled - displayed an open fly in tight uniform pants and a huge, throbbing erection that arched high up into the air.

Weels, his softening dick still dripping with cum, smiled weakly and said: "Sir, please meet other members of the club."

The most high-ranking of the eight men saluted and, his enormous dick swaying up and down right in front of the Admiral's face, shouted: "At your service, Sir!"

The Admiral took in the sight of eight hot men in tight-fitting Navy uniforms and eight huge, rock-hard, drooling dicks. His cock twitched and started to swell and raise again. The Admiral wiped off his lips, removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his heavily muscled, hairy chest and his powerful arms.

Still staring at the eight horny officers and their hard, drooling cocks Admiral Hank Wahrig stayed on his knees and gave his orders:

"Okay, men, form a row there and call me 'Sir!' when you come!"

THE END