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Cadet Captain, By Robby Redds
Introduction:
I'll never forget that Friday afternoon fifty years ago. The ROTC Cadet Captain stood in front of me in the men's room his huge hard cock protruding from the fly of his uniform. God, what a spectacular sight, what a magnificent cock. He had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. The Captain's erection stood tall. I could see it bounce and throb to the each beat of his rapid heartbeat. He began to inch towards me as I sat silent on the commode of the men's bathroom, totally in awe of his member.
I gave a sigh as the protruding prong got ever closer, so mesmerized by the dimensions. The size of the shaft and shape of the circumcised cockhead. The whole package hypnotized me. With trepidation in my voice I asked, "What do you want me to do with that Sir?"
"Polish the knob Corporal," the Captain commanded as if giving an order on the drill field, "just the knob."
I gulped. I couldn't believe what I'd heard. With anxiety my mouth began watering, opening slowly. Although the bathroom dimly lit my eyes were riveted onto that magnificent cockhead, looming ever closer to my face. I could see the texture line on the cockhead, the large urethral opening in the broad cockhead, but the colossal crimson coronal ring at the base of the broad pink cockhead captivated my attention. My eyes began to close in anticipation of the behemoth boner about to enter my mouth. I leaned forward preparing to accept it and my fate.
I succumbed to Cadet Captain Michael Brown's magnificent cockhead as it found its way into my watering mouth. At the time I didn't know why his cock mesmerized me. Sure, he wanted me to perform on his manhood. He'd already told me to polish the knob, so that meant I'd have to focus on just the glans. I wasn't ignorant when it came to sex acts.
I'd read those steamy paperback novels where the girl's lover stands before her while she on her knees begins to unbutton the fly on his cowboy Levi's. She grasps the huge cock that flops out taking it into her mouth she begins to fellate him before he fucks her. The stories in sex magazines and romance novels were how we got our information regarding sex back in the days before the Internet.
The innocent days prior to the perverted Internet. No porn sites from which to obtain a sex education; no Nifty, Awesome Dude, Gay Demon or other erotic websites from which to glean information and sexual satisfaction. No cell phones; no adult cable television channels or adult sex stores where erotic films could be purchased. We learned about sex the old fashioned hard way. From older kids, brothers, cousins or classmates more knowledgeable about sex than me. I'd secretly messed around with a couple cousins, some classmates and friends, but there were no gay romances for boys back in the day.
Back in the day boys didn't kiss each other on the lips or tongue duel. That was an act between boys and girls. As boys we would most commonly engage in mutual masturbation or give each other sixty-nine blowjobs in secluded hideaways. Although I'd sucked cocks before I'd never thought about doing it with any of my R.O.T.C. classmates. Now, my Cadet Company Commander's cock had found its way into my mouth; what's more, I didn't object, I wanted it and liked it.
The Cadet Captain gripped his pole at the base. He only permitted me to engage the first couple inches. I thought back then that all the jocks and R.O.T.C. guys were straight arrows. None of them would dare engage in any homosexual acts. The one thing I remember when this all transpired back in the spring of 1965: sitting on that commode I was scared to death.
My first thought after Michael's cock entered my mouth, fear. Fear we could be compromised, get busted in the act.
Somehow, I managed to put fear aside, because this was during class period time. I wanted to taste the older boy's cock, but I didn't want to get caught and labeled a queer. Hell, I'd wanted to taste Michael's cock since the first day I laid eyes on him a few months prior when he became the B Company Cadet Commander. He'd always been so damn handsome and athletic appearing in his Army uniform, athletic uniform or street clothes. His physique complimented every inch of his being. With Michael's cock in my mouth I forgot what brought me to the men's room, sitting on the porcelain potty. I guess I was performing well on Michael's magnificent manhood he hadn't said anything.
Captain Brown stood there not saying a word. His arms now stretched upwards hands grasping the tops of the stall partitions moving his pelvis back and forth slowly fucking my face with his big beautiful cock. I could smell the fresh manly scent coming from his crotch each time my nose would come close to his black bush partially exposed. I could hear him moaning slightly as he continued rhythmically fucking my mouth.
After a few minutes the Captain pulled his penis from my lips and began to stroke it. When he ejaculated some of his cum squirted onto my face. He reached over to retrieve some toilet paper carefully wiping the remnants of cum from my chin and face after we finished. Then without a thank you he moved to the urinals to take a piss. He left the bathroom as quietly as he'd entered. He left me sitting on the toilet so frustrated I began to pound the pleasure out of my pud. I got off a good nut finishing my business before returning to the R.O.T.C. building.
"Where you been Corporal? I thought we were gonna have to send a search and rescue party for ya," the old Koran War Master Sergeant instructor growled.
"Must've been something I ate," I replied somewhat in jest.
The R.O.T.C. class finished that afternoon with no other classes for me that Friday, so I headed off campus towards the local fast food place where many of my classmates would gather after school. All I could think about while I walked: Captain Brown's marvelous cock in my mouth. God, what a majestic appearing thing compared to my pathetic pecker.
Mine, not small by any means, but not the size of the Captain's cock. I pulled the door to the eatery open and slipped inside unnoticed. For a Friday the crowd was light. I ordered a drink before taking a booth in the corner. Sitting there sucking on my soda thinking whether this might be a one-time thing, or the start of something more serious between us.
I thought surely there was no chance of a lasting friendship. Michael an eighteen-year-old senior about to graduate and me an almost sixteen-year-old sophomore, not compatable. As my mind kept relieving earlier events my cock had come to life inside my uniform trousers. I desperately wanted to suck Michael's cock again, but the next time I wanted to do it with us completely naked. Letting my mind wander I hadn't noticed the people coming into the hamburger joint. Suddenly, Captain Brown sat down directly across from me saying, "Sorry to leave you in the lurch, Corporal."
I just sat there not knowing how to answer or whether I should. Finally, I said, "That's okay. I'll never tell anyone."
"Thanks," Michael said, "Why don't you let me make it up to you?"
"How?"
"Let's go for pizza and to the movies tonight. My treat."
"Sure," I replied, "I ain't got nothing better to do tonight."
"What do you want to see?" Michael asked.
"Patton!" I exclaimed, "I've been waiting to see it since it was released."
Captain Brown beamed exclaiming, "Me too! Let's get out of here."
We both exited the booth making our way to the parking area. With Captain Brown in the lead the two of us walked across the parking area to the red convertible with the top already down. I slid into the passenger side and Captain Brown in the driver's seat. I thought to myself if this was the real Army I'd be driving the Captain. As we departed he turned towards me saying, "While were together outside school Mike is fine, Randy."
"Cool."
"You need to change your clothes and probably clear things about tonight with your folks," Michael said.
"Yeah, good idea."
"Okay, give me directions."
I gave Mike turn by turn directions to my house. Once there I suggested that Mike go in and meet my mom. Entering the house, I said, "Mom this is my Cadet Captain from R.O.T.C. Mike Brown. Mike my mom, Helen."
"Pleased to meet you Mrs. White," Mike said extending his hand.
"So, what do you two have planned for tonight?" My mom asked pleased that I was hanging out with Mike.
"We're going for pizza and to the movies to see Patton if that's okay with you Mrs. White?"
"Sure, not a problem," My mom said, "Are you going to stay overnight with Mike tonight after the movie, Randy?"
I looked at Mike questioningly. He immediately took the lead saying, "Sure, if it's okay with you Mrs. White."
"Sure," my mom replied.
"I better get changed and get some things if I'm staying over, Mike."
I bounded up the stairs to my room leaving Mike to talk to my mom. I changed into a pair of casual slacks, short sleeve button down shirt and penny loafers. I threw a change and some toiletries into my bag, gave my cat, snoozing on the foot of my bed, a pat on the head and was back downstairs in a matter of minutes.
"Thanks mom," I said as we departed.
"You boys enjoy yourselves," Mom said as we closed the door.
We headed towards Mike's house. After that masterful display with my mom I knew why Michael was so popular and advanced in R.O.T.C. as fast as he had: a master manipulator, politician and schmoozer. Michael's house in the more upscale section of town. When we arrived and went inside an envelope on the kitchen table greeted Mike. He opened it and began reading. Then he looked inside pulling out two twenties saying, "Here's pizza and the movies for tonight," Mike said waving the two twenties with a big smile.
"Cool," I said.
"My mom and dad had to go out of town to my grandmother's. She needed them to come up for the weekend. Come on upstairs to my room. We got the whole place to ourselves for the weekend."
"Cool."
Once in his room Michael began removing his uniform neatly hanging it in the closet. There he stood in his white T-shirt and boxers. Before removing his underwear, he grabbed some casual clothes laying them out on the chair. Once his clothing was on the chair he pulled his T-shirt over his head throwing it in the hamper. There he stood wearing nothing but boxers.
I stood back drinking in the beauty of his well-toned tanned body. Once again, my mouth began to water. His muscular body showed a dusting of dark hair on his large legs, but what caught my eye, the black treasure trail snaking into the waistband of his boxers. This guy was as close to a ten as I'd ever seen from the top of his head sporting a flattop haircut to the size twelve feet. He smiled at me pretentiously pulling his boxers off.
My mouth agape as I gazed upon the treasure Michael uncovered. I stood there more in awe than when I'd seen his cock a few hours earlier. He made no attempt to cover up. My God, I couldn't believe the beauty of his flaccid cock. The thing must have hung at least five maybe six inches over a scrotal sac filled with walnut size nuts. The broad pink cockhead hung below the nut sac drew my attention. He had an ample supply of black curly pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock.
For some reason I wanted to drop to my knees burying my face in his crotch licking and sucking his flaccid penis to life. Some guy's cocks appeared as good looking flaccid as when erect. Michael, one of those boys that had not only a delicious appearing hard cock but soft as well. Looking back, I think the well-defined abs and slim waist must have enhanced the size and beauty of his adolescent genitals.
I shifted my gaze from his crotch upwards to his powerful pecs, deltoids, biceps triceps, neck and trapezius muscles. Michael could have been a poster boy for the Marines. This guy made up a totally appealing package. Aware I was looking over his body. He asked, "You wanna join me in the shower before we go out?"
"Uh - uh," was all I could utter.
"Come on get undressed and join me," Michael said as he turned leaving me alone in the bedroom while he went to prepare the shower. When he turned to walk away I took notice of those nicely sculpted buns. There wasn't a blemish on his body. No doubt in my mind that Michael could have his way with me doing anything within reason that night. I was the Cadet Captain's whore as I'd been earlier in the day.