The Officers

Sweat poured down First Lieutenant Sam Kerry's face as he hefted himself up for his last pull-up. The early morning heat was intense, considering the sun had not even poked its head over the horizon, and the humidity hung so thick in the air that Sam almost felt like he was swimming. The heat and humidity were a fact of life in this OCONUS location, though, and Sam figured he damn well better get used to it.

As Sam dropped from the pull-up bar, something caught his attention across the dusty, dimly lit Physical Training (PT) field. Fifty meters away stood someone he had never seen before, and upon second look, this was someone Sam was more than happy to look at.

Whomever he was – this guy was a sight to see; Sam guessed he was about 6'2, with strawberry blond hair short-cropped hair, thick arms, a handsome face, and a sharp jawline.

1LT Kerry's unit was due a new field grade officer, and Sam hoped this beautiful man was him. Sam quickly adjusted his PT pants and broke his lingering gaze – pitching a full tent during PT was more noticeable than fireworks on the fourth of July – so he had to be careful.
The other man made eye contact as Sam attempted to look anywhere but in his direction. The man smiled and jogged in Sam's direction.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Sam thought to himself, "having a woody in front of the new officer isn't going to be a great impression." Sam said a silent prayer to the patron saint of erections that he adjusted his bulge into the elastic band of his tight black PT shorts well enough.

"You must be Lieutenant Kerry. The Sergeant over there said I should speak with you," the man intoned in a thick, rich voice with a mid-western accent. I am the new Major - Major Condley, Matthew Condley, and I'll be filling in for Major Waltins as he heads off to resident CGSC." The man said with a wide grin, extending his hand for a handshake.

Instinctively Lieutenant Kerry reached out his hand - Major Condley's hand grip was firm; through the dim, fluorescent light, Sam could make out what looked like forearms covered in thick strawberry-blond hair. Major Condley's blue eyes met Lieutenant Kerry's in a way that said this man had confidence to spare.

"Crap on a stick," Sam thought to himself, "this guy is going to be trouble for me." Sam could feel his heart racing, beads of sweat forming on his forehead that had nothing to do with the morning's heat, as his mind grasped at something to say that would not make him look like a damn fool.

"Uh, welcome to the unit, Sir," Lieutenant Kerry stammered as he secretly drank in more of the man's features – especially Major Condley's firm chest, which clamored for a closer inspection by Sam. Upon closer look, the Lieutenant could also see thick, muscular calves and thigh muscles that strained the tight, black physical fitness shorts the Major was wearing.

"Meet me after physical training. I would like you to show me around the unit and point me in the direction of S1 so I can finish my in-processing." Major Condley exclaimed, and with that, he sprinted back across the field.

Lieutenant Kerry couldn't help but look at the Major's ass as he strode off. Thankfully, the sun was now up, which helped LT Kerry enjoy every angle of Major Condley's tight, well-muscled, symmetrical butt. Major Condley's ass had just a bit of the shelf-like feature Sam went wild for, and the thickness made one cheek noticeably go up and the other down as Major Condley strode away.

"Squats and kettlebells are paying off for this guy," LT Kerry thought to himself as he fought his imagination from running wild with what it'd be like to bury his face in Major Condley's ass.
Forty-five minutes later, Sam hurried off the field towards the locker room facilities. Major Condley jogged up beside him. "Great PT session. Seems like guys are really motivated around here," Major Condley announced.

"Yes, sir, this is a great unit. Morale is good – you probably won't see us winding up on Army WTF moments. It keeps the work fun," Sam responded, his confidence gaining steam with the Major.
"Sir, I'm going to hit the locker room to get showered and changed. Can we meet in 30 minutes by the flag pole to start your orientation? Sam asked.

"Shit, I suppose I need to shower too. Let me run to my truck and get my gym bag. 30 minutes is fine. Which way are the locker rooms? Major Condley inquired, "Look at me asking a lieutenant for direction," Major Condley joked with a grin.

"The big brick building over there," Sam pointed, "but then again, I guess it could be that building over there too – I usually find an NCO to guide me!" Sam quipped in response to the Major's joke. The Major beamed and gave a deep lunged laugh. "I think we're going to get along just fine, LT, a sense of humor is important in this line of work, and so is the confidence to deliver it."

Sam couldn't help but notice the Major's magnetic smile and blinding straight white teeth.
"Lord help me – a smile like that is going to be the death of me." Sam thought to himself.
Sam made his way to the locker room, trying to keep his mind under control. Any more thoughts of this handsome new field grade officer would cause him issues in the locker room.

"I better get in and out quickly if I don't want to have an impromptu jousting competition with anyone." he joked to himself. 

Sam rapidly wrapped the towel around his alabaster, taut skin and scurried towards the showers. As he rounded the corner, he cursed the Army's antiquated facilities with their open-bay showers. If there was ever a time for individual showers, it was now.

He rinsed and scrubbed quickly in the steamy hot showers as he did his best to think about all the least sexually appealing images he could muster. Mercifully, there was hardly anyone in the showers this morning – less distractions. All he needed to do was avoid Major Condley in the locker room, and all would be well. Sam slammed the shower handle down and hurriedly patted down his dripping body. He was on his way out of the shower room when he noticed a shape moving toward him through the steam.

Major Condley stepped through the steam and into the surprisingly well-lit shower. Sam stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes took in the Major's figure as discretely as possible.

Major Condley's hairy, muscled chest glistened with sweat – the strawberry blond hair providing a light covering over his firm, pink nipples. The man's torso wasn't a six-pack, but it was clear the Major didn't miss his ab exercises! Sam didn't dare look directly at what interested him most. He sped up to pass the Major, averting his own gaze lest he doom himself with the insatiable curiosities that were waging war on both his heads – the one up top and the one below.

"See you outside, Sir," Sam squeaked, hoping his voice didn't sound as much like a chipmunk as he thought it did. Ten minutes later, the Major walked briskly up to Sam outside the locker room building.

"Am I imagining it, or is that a smirk," Sam thought to himself as the Major stood in front of him.
"Interesting facilities at this base," Major Condley intoned as the two officers started walking towards the personnel office, "those open showers are a relic." 

"Yeah, they don't leave much in the way of privacy," Lieutenant Kerry proclaimed – a bit over-enthusiastically.

"Eh, the open shower bay concept never bothered me much, to be honest, "Major Condley started, "gives everyone a chance to see who in the unit is compensating if ya know what I mean. Besides, I've got nothing to hide." Sam snuck a sideways glance at the Major as he tried to ascertain whether this was the usual macho, military bluster or if his imagination was getting the best of him. Major Condley's blue eyes locked onto his, his gaze holding for a few extra seconds, even as the two officers navigated the uneven sidewalk.

Sam felt the sweat beads form on his forehead again, and his loins start to stir. "Well, looks like we reached the personnel office, LT – I can take it from here. Thanks." Major Condley announced as he abruptly charged forward into the office, leaving Lieutenant Kerry in his wake – the Lieutenant's mind racing, his thoughts spinning.

Weeks passed, and Sam saw a lot of the Major. The Major was cordial, but Sam didn't detect any of the innuendo or electricity the Major had given off on the day they first met. Lieutenant Kerry was looking for any indication that there may be more at play, but so far, he was coming up short. Given the nature of the unit's mission, its number of personnel was tiny compared to other units - just a handful of officers, enlisted, and local national staff, so he and the Major interacted frequently.

"Hell, even if there was an interest, with as small as this unit is, he'd be unlikely to risk doing anything to act on it, "Sam thought forlornly to himself, "Probably for the best anyway."
Some time later, Lieutenant Kerry sat in his cubicle, attempting to type up a memo – truth be told, he was having difficulty concentrating, his constant horniness always demanding his attention. Sam was just about to get up and jerk off in the bathroom – a routine tactic for him to refocus – when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Lieutenant Kerry, glad I caught you here. I'd like to have you over for dinner. I wouldn't ordinarily ask someone of your rank for a social event, but this unit is small and shockingly short of peer field-grade officers. Besides it’s part of my job as an officer is to mentor you, and this assignment is a unique place. I never asked, but I assume with the ring on your finger that you're married – feel free to invite your wife if you'd like." Major Condley stated with a radiant smile.

"Let me check with her," Sam replied, "it would be nice to get some mentorship. I had a chance to look at your Officer Record Brief before you arrived at the unit, and it looks like you've had an impressive career, Sir!" 

"The Army has given me a lot of opportunities both personally and professionally, LT. It has allowed my wife and me to travel the world and have some truly unique experiences." Major Condley replied earnestly.

"Speaking of your wife," the Lieutenant started, "When does she arrive in country? I know you came ahead of her."

"She won't arrive for a few more months. The kids are finishing up school. I am sure she and your wife will get along great when she gets here – you know how military spouses are. Come on over at 1800." The Major finished with an ephemeral smirk.

1800 couldn't come soon enough for Sam. He didn't know why he was so excited - Major Condley hadn't given any true or obvious indication that he "played for both teams" or had any interest in Sam specifically.

"My imagination has run away on me before," Lieutenant Kerry thought glumly to himself, "99.9% of the time, it only leads to disappointment." It wasn't like Sam would go over for dinner and end up in bed with him. "He’s married and acts straight as an arrow; a guy like that isn’t into guys, and even if he is, that doesn’t guarantee he’d be into me,” Sam thought, “A man can dream, though!’
Sam had known he was interested in guys since he was a kid. 

Growing up, he had a best friend that he would mess around with. Horseplay turned into fondling, which turned into sucking – even some earth-shatteringly good barebacking in his buddy’s tree house. Truthfully – Sam tried everything “on offer” with his friend and loved every second.

It wasn’t completely uncommon amongst guys growing up to experiment with each other – circle jerks happen more often than many realize. Add in all the homoeroticism of wrestling and skinny dipping, and adolescence can be rife male-on-male action. Unfortunately, most men grow out of it and go on to discover girls, stop their bisexual sides, or suppress their homosexuality altogether. Case and point - when Sam got to high school, the buddy he enjoyed messing around with since the 6th grade became religious, and all the fun stopped leaving Sam with no outlet to act on his interest in guys. Sam never shook those feelings, however. He loved the primal nature of being with men, the electricity of the sexual experience. There was no feeling like getting sweaty and primal with another dude.

Sure, Sam went to high school and dated girls. He went on to college, where he met his wife. He figured he’d get married, and his feelings toward guys would eventually taper off. He assumed he’d be getting so much sex with his hot wife that he wouldn’t have time to think about guys. Sam also figured that once kids came along, he’d have zero time even if he wanted to continue having fun with men. Now, here Lieutenant Kerry was, in his mid-20s, married, and hornier than ever – his feelings toward men weren’t going away, especially with Major Condley keeping Sam hot and bothered Sam stood nervously at Major Condley’s door. He rang the doorbell and rocked back and forth anxiously. Sweat trickled Sam’s forehead; his heart felt like it was going to rocket out of his chest.

“This is a mistake,” Sam thought to himself, “I shouldn’t have accepted the invite. Maybe I should fake an illness to leave early. I don’t want to get myself into trouble with these lusts.”
Within minutes the door swung open.

“Hey there, LT!’ Major Condley stated cheerfully. “C’mon in! The chicken is in the oven for another 30 minutes. You want a beer, and where is your better half?” “It smells great, Sir!” Sam proclaimed, his heart still racing.

“The chicken smells good, but damn Major Condley smells better.” Sam thought mischievously to himself, “He smells like a damn lumberjack but in all the right ways.”

“I’d love a beer, Sir!” Lieutenant Kerry rushed as he realized he still hadn’t answered the Major’s questions as he daydreamed about the Major’s scent, “and my wife couldn’t make it – she had other plans, unfortunately.” Lieutenant Kerry walked into the house behind Major Condley, staring at his ass the entire way into the kitchen.

“Bummer – I would have loved to meet your better half, but this makes it easier for us to talk business without boring anyone. I’m not as great a cook as the Mrs., but I’ve been known to whip up a tasty meal or two in my day. Have a seat. Relax. I’m not going to court-martial you here in the kitchen,” Major Condley said playfully.

The two made small talk and downed their beers until the oven beeped. After an hour of eating and talking about promotion rates, advanced schooling, and any number of other military-related items, their plates were empty.

“Well looks like this development session is wrapping up. Tell me more about your family life, LT. What does your wife do? Inquired Major Condley.

“We’ve been married for four years. No kids yet. Maybe at some point in the future, but we’re in no rush, “Sam explained, “and unsurprisingly, she has GS-job.”

“Ahh. There’s no hurry LT. Enjoy your kid-free years. Time goes fast, and when the kiddos come, things start to change in your marriage, Major Condley replied softly, “and congrats to your wife on finding a job – high-quality employment opportunities for military spouses are brutally hard to find. Let’s re-locate to the living room. I’m sure we can get the game on AFN.”

After an hour of sitting on the couch shooting-the-shit and a few beers later, Major Condley turned the subject back to marriage.

“Travel. See the world. Be spontaneous. I love my kids, but you sacrifice a lot when those little buggers come along.” He said. “Not to mention your personal life will start to change.”
“Personal life? What do you mean, Sir,” asked Sam.

“Oh, you know LT, I’m sure you’ve heard it before - your sex life.” The Major said shyly.
“Ahh - I have heard that one in the past. I figured we’d make it work; we have so far!” said Sam the blood rushed to his face as he realized too late what he just said. “Apologies, Sir! That was inappropriate of me to say.” Sam said, truly embarrassed.

“Wow, you’re redder than a tomato, man! Calm down – it’s not like I haven’t heard way worse during all these years in the military.” the Major started, “and you just wait! You think you’re going to have the sex frequency and intensity you do now, but you’ll be surprised how fast that can taper off.”

All this talk of sex had Sam’s pants bulging. He tried to shift his package covertly. God, he hoped that the Major didn’t notice. This guy outranked him, and he didn’t need any awkwardness.
“I’m getting another beer, LT. You want one?” Major Condley sat up and strode off to the kitchen.
Sam could hear him rummaging around the refrigerator. He looked up at the wall where pictures hung. Major Condley’s wife was a pretty lady and he looked stunningly handsome in all the photos.

The Major came striding back into the living room.

“Here you go, stud,” the Major said as he went to hand Sam another beer. Before the beer reached him though, it slipped out of the Major’s hand and fell into Sam’s lap. Instinctively, the Major reached for it. As he grabbed the beer, he brushed Sam’s very hard bulge. He pulled his hand back suddenly and said, “Sorry, LT, didn’t mean to reach into your crotch. I’ve had a few. One too many, probably.”

Now, it was the Major’s turn to blush.

Sam wondered if the Major had noticed his raging hard-on. The Major gave him a strange, quick glance but didn’t say anything.

“I’m fucking bored in here,” the Major stated abruptly. “Let’s go do something fun. You want to piss off the neighbors? He said loudly.

“How would we do that, Sir? Asked Sam.

“By hitting golf balls at their house off my back porch; that’s how!” he said with his infectious grin.
Before Sam knew it, they were both out on the back porch, beers in hand, setting up the golf tee. The bag of golf clubs stood behind them as the Major stepped up to take the first swing.

Swoosh! He connected with the ball and sent it flying over the fence into the neighbor's yard. A few more hits, and he was dripping with sweat. Sam stepped in for his turn. He didn’t golf much, and his first hit was abysmal. His second hit wasn’t much better.

“Damn, LT, your form sucks. I see you don’t golf,” said the Major teasingly, “Stay right there, I’ll show you the proper form.”Major Condley stepped up behind Sam and wrapped his hands around him to grab the golf club.

“Man, you have to put your hips into it. Let me show you the motion. It is simple.” He said.
The Major stepped behind Sam, pressing close up against him. Sam could feel the heat radiating off the Major’s body. The Major gave a few quick instructions but didn’t seem weird about being so close to Sam. Sam hit a few more balls. His form improved, but he liked having the Major pressed up so close to him. The next three balls he purposefully smashed with horrible form.

“Shit, Sir, I’m sucking again, can you show me the right form one more time?” said Sam coolly and innocently.

“God dammit LT! I can see you aren’t the fastest learner. Alright – here we go.” The Major exclaimed as he took up his position behind Sam again. Something was different this time, though. Maybe Sam was imagining things, but he felt something firm pressed up against his butt. Sam pushed back a few inches with his butt and could feel it better.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” Sam thought. “Too many beers. The reaction could happen to anyone. Hell, he could be thinking about how he’s going to plow his wife when she finally gets here.”

“Uhhh LT, I think we better call it a night,” The Major said abruptly as he pushed away from Sam.
Sensing the moment of opportunity slipping, Sam audaciously pretended to drop a golf ball accidentally. He bent over, pushing himself back into the Major’s crotch.

“Oh, sorry Sir, just dropped the ball,” Sam said as he fumbled with it on the ground, not moving from the bent-over position. Strangely the Major wasn’t quick to move, and Sam could sense the Major’s excitement by his labored breathing. Sam slowly got up and stepped away. He turned slowly, and the Major had an odd expression on his handsome face.

“On second thought, LT, what do you say about another beer? Let’s go back inside. Life is short, right? The Major said, not breaking eye contact with the LT.

“What the hell; why not? Said the LT staring right back at those bright blue eyes, the beer giving him more confidence than he probably would have had otherwise.

Another beer turned into two more beers.

“Fuck it’s getting hot in here, LT,” the Major said, “I told those dicks in maintenance that this AC isn’t working right over a week ago.”

The Major suddenly pulled off his shirt. There was that beautiful chest again, covered in soft patch of strawberry blond hair; his firm chest glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.

Sam was sure his face looked like one of those cartoon characters where the eyes grow huge and grow outward from the face.

“Go on, LT, you can take off your shirt too. We’re both men here. No need to be shy.” The Major said calmly but with a huskier, deeper tone than usual. Sam didn’t hesitate. He pulled off his shirt.
“Looks like you’re no stranger to the gym, LT,” The Major said – looking him up and down with a hunger in his eyes.

Sam’s dark chest hair was quite a contrast to the Major’s. Sam had clear blue eyes, and a lean, athletic build. Most wouldd think he was a swimmer, but his thick chest hair wouldn’t have worked in that sport.

“Ah – I mostly do a lot of cardio, Sir. You know what he enlisted soldiers all say about officers focusing on cardio while they weightlift – ha! And you’re one to talk, Sir. You’ve got me beat in the physique department.” Sam bantered.

“Well I have a few years on you, man. Extra time in the gym. Extra calories with this slow metabolism – you’ll start to fill out a bit more as the years go in. I was built like you ten years ago. You’re what? 26? I’m pushing into my late 30’s.”The Major stated a bit wistfully.

“All the same, I hope I can pull off your look at your age,” Sam said carefully.

There was an awkward pause as the two stared at each other. The room was silent except for the football game’s soft background noise.

“You know, I can’t really see the tv that well from over here. Maybe my eyes are starting to go bad as I age,” said the Major. He got up and plopped down near Sam. “I can’t miss this game. I have to watch the Steelers pound those stupid patriots.”He finished.

The two watched the game in silence for a few minutes. Sam grabbed the remote to turn up the volume and laid it by his thigh.

A few minutes went by, and the Major said,” Damn LT are you deaf? My ear drums are dying.”
Major Condley reached for the remote but overshot it. His hand landed on Sam’s thigh and lingered there for a few extra seconds before grabbing the remote.

Sam glanced over at the Major, and he returned the lustful look. Sam waited a few minutes and noticed that the remote was sitting next to the Major’s thigh now.

“Should I go for it? Sam thought to himself, “worst case I can blame it all on the alcohol and a big misunderstanding.”

“Sir, I can’t hear a god damn thing now,” Sam lied as he reached for the remote and let his hand brush the Major’s thigh, slowly grabbing the remote. The Major shuddered and tensed. The room fell silent again – the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The Major slowly reached over and placed his hand on Sam’s thigh – his eyes probing for any resistance from Lieutenant Kerry. Sam froze – his mind racing – hoping this meant what he thought it did. The Major kept his steely, intense eyes locked on Sam’s as he gently caressed up and down.

Sam - regaining a measure of composure as his body tingled with anticipation and pining, reached over and did the same to the Major.

Gradually, the Major slid closer to Sam; Still brushing his thigh gently. He smiled an intoxicatingly sweet smile. Sam thought about how he could kiss those beautiful, thick lips for eternity.

Sam slid his hand towards the Major’s inner thigh.

Suddenly, the Major stood straight up.

“What am I doing here? I’ve had too much to drink. You’re a Lieutenant, my subordinate. We’re both married. This is crazy.” He stammered erratically. “We can’t do this. I’m sorry. Please forget this happened.” He strode off into the kitchen.

Sam followed him. The Major was leaning over the kitchen island. His perfect ass outlined so well in his grey athletic shorts.

Sam, feeling horny and daring, came up from behind him and caressed that perfect ass of his.
Startled, the Major jumped. “LT, this can’t happen for so many reasons. Please, you should just go. Forget this ever happened.” He said not unkindly.

Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was the absolute hunk of a man standing before him, but Sam was feeling more daring than ever. He slowly reached out and touched the Major’s crotch. FIRM AS A ROCK! Sam gently stroked him through his pants.

“Sir, if you truly want me to go, I’ll go. I don’t want to do anything you’re not ok with but from the bulge in your pants, I have the feeling you want me to stay.”

“Ohhhh that feels so good.” The Major moaned as Sam continued to caress and stroke him.
“Sir, we’re both married. We’re both officers. We both have everything to lose – admittedly you more with your retirement pension. I’m not going to tell a soul if you don’t. It’s late. We’re drunk. We’re horny. It’s just us. Your wife won’t be around for months, and you have needs. What’s the harm? Sam said earnestly.

Sam felt the Major relax and lean into him. Sam slid his hand down into the Major’s shorts and grabbed his warm, throbbing cock firmly. The Major started to moan.

Suddenly, the Major was pressed up against Sam and pinned Sam to the island leaning in and forcefully kissing him. Sam could smell him; his scent was enthralling.

Sam kissed back passionately. Damn the Major was a good kisser; alternating between soft, sweet and strong, and deliberate - this sent an electric shock down Sam’s spine. Nothing got Sam going like a passionate, skilled kisser!

The Major slid his hand into Sam’s shorts. He grabbed his throbbing cock and stroked it slowly – reaching down and cupping, squeezing, and tugging his balls every so often. The Major reached up and spit on his hand, then slid back into Sam’s pants. Sam did the same to the Major. Hot - hell this felt incredible. Sam’s mind raced as the Major continued to kiss him and press against him. Sam took the opportunity to grab and feel the Major’s firm, hairy, and beautifully symmetrical chest. He gave the Major’s perky nipples a pinch.

“Fuck, I love my nipples played with man – shit!” the Major growled in a husky, horned craze.
Sam bent down and gave the Major’s gray shorts a firm pull downward - he had to get a better look at what the Major was packing. As Sam pulled the Major’s gray shorts down, the Major’s rock hard cock sprang back up and slapped his stomach.

Sam gravitated towards the Major’s dick like a moth to flame. It was a powerful, circumcised cock, perfectly proportioned and straight – no curve. His balls were huge and low hanging and Sam began imagining the kind of loads this Major could rocket into him or on him.

Sam was actually kind of relieved that the Major’s cock wasn’t gargantuan – Sam hoped that’d he’d be riding it and an XXL cock or super thick dick could make bottoming a challenge for any significant length of time. Years ago, Sam had climbed his “Everest” of cocks with a 9.5inch uncut Australian cock, and while the experience was unforgettable for a night, Sam knew that it wouldn’t be fun long term.

It took every ounce of willpower for Sam to not dive bomb the Major’s cock and swallow it to the hilt. The tension was building. Sam could feel his balls churning. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before he exploded. By the sounds of the Major’s moans, Sam could tell he was in a similar situation.

At this point, both men had their athletic shorts on the ground. They were stroking each other freely in the air in the middle of the kitchen. “That’s an amazing cock, LT.” the Major groaned, “it looks like you could do some damage with that sucker.”

The Lieutenant took a second to glance down at his own cock as the Major admired it – it pulsed with anticipated.

“It’s not huge, but I’ve never had any complaints, Sir.” Sam said as he playfully thrust his cock at the Major.

“Size is less important if you know how to use it, and I get the feeling you know just what to do with it, bud.” The Major replied, “You lieutenants get lost on the land navigation courses all the time, but I’m sure you know just how to find a hole or two with that cock and pleasure it – no problems.”

Sam reached out and grabbed the Major’s nipple. He twisted and pinched. All of a sudden he heard a loud groan, “OH MY GOD. SWEET LORD. UHH OH UHH” The Major bucked his hips, and Sam grabbed his dick more firmly and stroked it harder. “OHHH FUCK YES!” The Major bucked aggressively, his solid ass tightening. “HERE I COME OH SHIT HERE I COME OHHHH,” He moaned.
With one last thrust the Major shot a load clear onto Sam’s hand and forearm. The second rope of cum splattered Sam’s shorts and the third rope hit his shirtless stomach. Sam felt its warmth and stickiness – loving every second of it.

“I knew those big thick, low hanging balls would shoot off cum like crazy,” Sam stated laughingly.
The Major relaxed. He looked at Sam and said, “Your turn, son!” with a sly grin.The Major grabbed Sam’s balls and started churning them. He stroked Sam slowly at first, faster then and faster. He spit on Sam’s cock, lubing it and giving it a shiny sheen.

“Blow that load for me, son,” the Major encouraged.

Sam couldn’t hold it any longer. His hips bucked. He looked right into the Major’s eyes. Seeing that handsome face and those thick, hairy forearms attached to those strong hands sent Sam over the edge. He thrust wildly, and his cock exploded. Two huge streams of cum gushed from Sam’s pulsating cock; splashing the Major’s stomach and covering his hand.

The two- spent and sweaty - stared at each other. A grin crossed the Major’s face as he licked his fingers.

“Mmmm, so sweat.” He said quietly. “You’d better go before I get excited again – there’s no telling what could happen next.” The Major finished as he playfully slapped Sam’s firm ass.

Daringly, Sam darted in for one more kiss while cupping the Major’s ass. “You know where to find me, Sir.” He whispered in his ear with a final ass squeeze. Sam – euphoric, satisfied, and still slightly intoxicated – quickly dressed and darted out of the door.