Eric Rex (Speedorex)
Reality? Fantasy? Of these things I am not sure.
Joining the long gray line at West Point was the greatest decision in my life. Working through the plebe year has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. The camaraderie has been great, and getting to know classmates, some of them in a close, close way has fulfilled some of my greatest desires. The adjustment from civilian to cadet, with the humiliation of serving those above me in class and rank, has been confusing to say the least, reality, imagination, fantasy, all have become confused so I am not sure who I am anymore... What I am anymore. As I lay here in my last night as a plebe, I cannot sleep. I have great memories but which are real, which are not?
I remember my Freshman year in high school. I had joined the school water polo team. Having enjoyed swimming I knew it was the team for me. I also knew I wanted to build up those muscles, and what better sport to bulk up in than water polo. Also, who can beat wearing a speedo, a tiny golden speedo, barely covering my growing member...
Water polo brings out a lot of hyper masculine jocks: jacked studs who like to wear their equipment out front, but who don't want to be seen as sissies in banana hammocks. So, in the water polo world, any hint of sexual attraction to a fellow teammate is quickly squashed. As I began to work out with the team, I began to enjoy grinding into the my teammates, grinding my dick into a speedo clad bud during a scrimmage, grabbing a hard ass of a member of the opposing team tugging at his speedo, on the sly, of course, and holding him back as he tried to strike at the goal. As I continued to practice and play, I became more and more aware of attraction for my hot stud teammates, and even for some of the "weaklings" who played for our main rival across town.
Even though we were all hyper masculine, that didn't mean I couldn't hang with buds who were coming to a similar self realization: a tug at myself in the shower, a stolen glance at a tanned and naked upperclass stud lathering his dick, rubbing his hand up and over his pecs, tweaking his nipples. As I stole glances at fit and jacked jocks preening and stroking their assets in the shower, I would see two others who were also interested, and who soon discovered me, too... Theo, Freddy, and I became frequent partners as we discovered oursevles and each other after those practices in which Freshmen were made to stay late, treading hour after hour of water, doing laps, building our muscles up and then responding in the shower as the one important muscle, at least the most important muscle at that moment, would build up into a raging torment of pleasure... In the pool we became fierce aggressors, and our fame spread throughout the conference. Out of the pool we became known as the best of friends, double or triple dating, having fun, pulling pranks, always together. In secret, first in the locker room, then in our bedrooms and rec rooms, on camping trips, with the travel water polo team, or wherever, we could steal away for a few minutes of pleasure, we would. No one else would ever find out. But we would know...
One day, the Summer after our Junior year, Freddy told us his parents would be away for the week. He actually got his parents to suggest that me and Theo should stay with him, for safety. He had a great house, with pool, hot tub, rec room, home theater system, all any jacked member of the water polo team could want. Freddy told us we should bring three things: our speedos or thongs, our favorite porno flick, and our hottest shirt, together with a bottle of suntan oil. After getting permission from our parents, and stern warnings from them too about drinking, about partying, about girls (as if we cared) we headed off for the week at Freddy's. Freddy's parents were just leaving.
"I left some steaks in the fridge, hon," his mom said, "and everything is stocked up for you three."
"Ah, fresh meat," I thought to myself.
His Mom said "if you want anything that you don't see, use my cash card." She kissed us each on the cheek, and Freddy's parents left us home alone, alone for a week of paradise...
As soon as they were gone, Freddy said "OK studs, time to get comfortable for the week." We each stripped off our polos and cargo shorts, leaving on only our speedos. "Last one in the pool's a wus," Freddy shouted, as he ran out the door. I was last, as I tripped on my shorts, and when I jumped in they were ready for me. I was sandwiched on both sides, Theo grabbed for my ass, and drove his tongue into my ear, Freddy reached for my cock, and drove his tongue into my mouth. After several minutes of driving ourselves into each other in the pool water, we pulled ourselves out of the pool and onto the deck, ready to be dried out by the sun.
Since I was the last in the pool, I was chosen houseboy for the afternoon. My first job as houseboy was to oil them up. First Freddy, as the master of the house. He lay on his beach towel, face down, so I started on the backs of his legs. His calves were massive, his thighs taught. His traps and shoulders rippled with muscle, as I applied the oil, I massaged it into his bulked up shoulders, and could feel myself getting hard. As I worked my way down his back, I got even harder. As I reached his glutes, I couldn't resist, I stuck my oily hands down his speedo, anointing his ass, and working my finger around his rosy hole. Finally, I stuck one oily finger into him, and he gasped with pleasure. I slapped him on the rear, and he turned over. Inside his speedo, you could tell he was at full attention, but for the moment I ignored this, as I oiled his ankles, his knees, the fronts of his legs. His eight pack abs showed, what he always told us, that he had only 6 per cent body fat. I leaned over and kissed him, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. As I did I worked my oily hands into his pits and down his arms. I broke our kiss and massaged the dark brown flower of his nips and pecs, and then worked the oil down over his abs.
Theo was next, and he ordered me to remove my speedo and to wear it around my neck while I was oiling him up. By then the sun shone upon us fully, but it was not a burning sun, but rather kept us warm and feeling good. As I oiled Theo up on the backside, my cock kept bouncing off his body, adding a hot feature to our oil massage. When it came time to oil his ass, I oiled up my cock, and lay on him, sticking my cock into the leg band of his speedos, once on either side. As I did this, I could see that Freddy was still at full attention, as his cock was warmed by the sun. When Theo turned over, I could see he, too, was at full attention. I oiled his hot jock body, muscle by muscle, and as I reached the center, I pull down his speedo, and oiled up his cock. He groaned in pleasure, and Freddy, excited by what was happening, stroked himself in anticipation. I'm getting close, Theo gasped, and Freddy moaned. Suddenly, Theo thrust his pelvis into the air, and our cocks rubbed together . He groaned and out gushed his cum, spraying all over me, and landing on Freddy's face. Freddy could hold back no more, he groaned himself and began to spew. I was soon covered with cum, but unable to get off myself, as that was not a houseboy privilege. I was allowed to rest as I lay between my two best water polo friends, and we fell asleep in the sun.
Up next: more reality, or fantasy? From my life...