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TURNED OUT ON A BET, PART 4
Of hot rods and men
I was scared. Wait a minute, brave soldier! The whole plan was to disconnect from Kovachek, anyway! All I have to do is go through with the plan, team him up with Major Cadbury, and (gulp!) all my troubles will be over.
A cold wind blew through the room. Everything so far required only a little political maneuvering and a lot of physical sweat. Matchmaking two “thinks-the-other-is-straight” senior-ranking soldiers would be something way out of my expertise (mental sweat).
Fuck! Why me?? How come me alla time?
The Devious Deviant
Life was a drag. I had coffee in the hospital mess hall with O’Connell. He looked over at me. “Powell, you on drugs? You got rings under your eyes, and your skin is sallow.” He looked from side to side. “Don’t pay what they’re charging on the street. I can get it for you from the post pharmacy. What are you using?”
“Thorpe (his given name was ‘Oglethorpe,’ but only his mother and bullies in the shower room called him that), I’m exhausted. Ever since Kovachek got the bit in his teeth, I’m in forced, constant sperm-donation. I’ve booked a room at the Dew Drop Inn so many times, I’m earning frequent-flyer miles. I get sponsorship offers from the Trojan Condom Company.”
“Thought you and him always barebacked.”
“They didn’t care! They said if I ever got any pictures of us, I should wear a rubber with their logo on it!” I reached across the table and grabbed his shirt. “O’Connell, how is all this getting out??”
“Hey, I never said a thing! Not to any of my friends! Not to gay magazines! Not to any reporters! Not to any gay activists! Not to none of the phone calls or letters! Nobody!”
Fuck. I sank back in my seat and took another slurp of coffee. My life is out of control. “Thorpe, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure, but there’s too many people around for me to get under the table.”
I let out a sigh. “Not that. How do they assign doctors for routine checkups?”
“There’s a schedule. X-doctor is on duty on x-day, and he gets whatever patient comes in that day.”
“And how do the patients learn that they’re supposed to come in for a routine physical?”
He looked a little disappointed. “You sure you don’t want a blowjob? It’d perk you up. We could go somewhere else.” He clicked his teeth. “If it ain’t because of illness, injury, or some complaint, routine physicals go a year after the last one in the patient record.”
I tossed the dice. “Could you slip in an extra appointment for First Sergeant Kovachek to be seen by Major Cadbury?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Hey, I could get in a lot of trouble for that.”
“Oh, man, when are you going to learn how to survive in the Army? Don’t you know that officers think the enlisted men are unintelligent apes? The GI’s passport to safety is to shrug your shoulders and say, “Jeez, sorry, sir! I didn’t understand.”
“Hey, I don’t know–“
–“Look! You do this for me, and I’ll meet you behind the quartermaster warehouse with my zipper open.” I had my own little GI’s Passport to Success, which I kept secret–go through his balls, and you bypass his brain.
“Okay. As a matter of fact, Dr. Cadbury is on duty next Monday. I’ll send Kovachek an appointment notice today.”
Strangers In Hindsight, Exchanging Glances…
The physical inspection would get Kovachek naked in Cadbury’s presence. But how to get Cadbury Of The Giant Cock to take a sexual interest in Kovachek? Worse, the first sergeant walked by my desk reading the checkup notice. He muttered to himself: “Hell, I’m not going to some stupid physical.”
Damn. “First Sergeant, you know it’s a good idea. Don’t want your prostate falling out on the floor, do you?” He scowled at me. “And besides, a Medical Corps appointment is a direct order. Hey, I’ll give you a ride over there.” That worked–to him it meant I would let him suck me in the car on the way to the hospital.
When we got there, I parked the car while he walked into the hospital. I ran to find O’Connell. “You’ve got to find a way I can watch what they’re doing in that physical!”
“Well, he’s using Examination Room #9 today, and that has an old recovery room attached to it. You could hide in there and watch through the window in the door. You’d have to be careful, though. It’s not one-way glass. If you can see them, they can see you.”
It worked; as he stripped off his clothes, I watched Cadbury’s eyes. When Kovachek was barechested, his magnificent physique on display, Dr. Cadbury watched more closely–while carefully appearing not to watch.
I watched more carefully, too. The first sergeant’s chest, shoulders, and arms were horny sights. The wrong guy was getting undressed, though. Kovachek’s organ was of respectable size, but nothing to win any bets with. His muscles were his selling point. I wished somehow fate put the situation in reverse–if the first sergeant got a look at Cadbury’s manhood, the rest would kilis escort be locked doors and groans.
When Kovacheck pulled down his pants, the doctor gasped, “A jockstrap, Sergeant?”
“Yes, sir. Always wear one. My duties are pretty physical.”
The sight of that famous athletic supporter made my dick harden. I reached down and adjusted myself–I’ll miss getting that body every day.
“All right, Sergeant, take off the jockstrap.” Kovachek blushed as he slid the jock down his thighs. He was nude, his dick soft and hanging over his huevos. Yeah, it was a good piece of meat, and the heroic muscles in his hips and thighs were tempting, too.
Then what I hoped would happen–did. Standing au naturel in front of another man stirred something in Kovachek’s nuts.
Dr. Cadbury chuckled nervously. “You don’t have penile dysfunction, at least. Do I see that dick of yours plumping up a little bit, Sergeant?”
Dick? He said “dick”? Damn. That was a pretty raunchy word for a doctor to use–or maybe I didn’t get seen by the horny ones.
Kovachek blushed redder and gulped, and I could tell he was getting turned on. Major Cadbury walked away for a moment to get the clipboard, and the first sergeant’s hose betrayed him. When Cadbury looked back again, Kovchek stood there with a full-on boner. The major smiled. “Sergeant, let’s get going with the physical before I have to give you the lecture about going blind.”
Smack (In the Non-drug Sense)
He listened to Kovachek’s heart with his stethoscope, then felt the muscle tone in his chest. Then he did something I’ve never seen in a physical–he tweaked Kovachek’s nipple! The first sergeant’s cock lurched straight up.
Cadbury gave him a slap in the ass. “Sergeant, are you thinking nasty thoughts?” Kovachek’s boner lurched again. “Step over here to the scales, please.”
The hard cock bobbed tightly from side to side as he walked to the far wall. Then I couldn’t believe my eyes. Cadbury smacked his butt again, once on each cheek, and they were harder smacks. They had to hurt. Hey, is something going on here?
I was close enough to see goose-bumps on Kovachek’s arms, and his pole hardened even more, throbbing and drooling pre-cum. Then Cadbury cupped the sergeant’s cheeks with both hands. “Looks like this butt enjoys active attention. Look at your cock, soldier.”
The first sergeant’s hardon pulsated, and what he had on his mind was only too obvious. He pursed his lips. “Sorry, sir, sometimes I just can’t control it. Maybe the slaps on the ass–“
Smack! The previously caressing hands slapped both his buttocks at once.
“Hey, Major, what in hell are you doing?”
“Helping your erection to go down.” Smack, smack, smack! Hell, those were hard hits. My backside stung in sympathetic pain.
“Ow, now wait a minute! Nobody’s spanking me!”
Whap! “As your doctor, Sergeant, I’ll administer the therapy I feel appropriate.” He smacked Kovachek’s ass a couple more times, humiliating the first sergeant by the treatment, and to my horny bitch, that meant arousal!
Sure enough, his dick turned iron-hard, and as he twisted and squirmed to get away from Cadbury’s punishing hands, his stiffie momentarily moved within range. One of the doctor’s hands smacked his cock!
Damn, it was the horniest thing I’d ever seen. Kovachek’s shaft was hard and ready, hornier and hornier from the spankings, and the slap to his cockhead pushed him over the falls! Incredible! It couldn’t have been very painful–his cock just swung the other way–but the result was pleasure. Kovachek’s pecker shot a gob of white jizz in a high arc, and it splattered on the doctor’s lab coat.
Cadbury stared down at it. “I see you have some powerful urges, Sergeant. Go ahead, stroke out the rest of it.” The doctor had a method–to make the first sergeant “perform” naked for him, obeying Cadbury’s order: “Stroke it, Sergeant!”
Blushing, Kovachek gripped his boner and stroked it through the rest of his afterglow. “Okay, Sergeant, I think now would be a good time to check your prostate. Lean over the table, please.”
I could read Kovachek’s mind: worrying that he would find out how loose he was. He grunted, “Uh, do we have to go through with that, doc?”
“That’s Doctor or Major to you, Sergeant, and yes, we have to do it. You don’t want to get prostate cancer, do you?” He smacked Kovachek’s buttocks three more times–smack, smack, smack!–then stuck a gloved hand into his ass-crack.
I gaped. Kovachek’s penis didn’t go down after the orgasm. Still hard as a rock. Then it got surreal again. With the gloved right hand between his victim’s cheeks, the major’s left hand reached down to the left buttock, and smack, smack, smack! Three more loud slaps on Kovachek’s butt.
He cringed and straightened up. “Sir! Don’t do that to me!”
But he did it again: smack, smack, smack! That time with both hands on both buttocks. Then I heard what kırıkkale escort I thought impossible: Kovachek whining: “Please, sir, don’t spank me!”
“You just need some discipline, don’t you, Sergeant?”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kovachek was both hot and embarrassed. I had no idea of this back door into his arousal mechanism. Cadbury spanked his ass, treated him like a naughty boy, and I’ll be damned if Kovachek didn’t bend forward on the table again and raise his butt, offering it up to the major. “Yes, sir, I need discipline.”
Couldn’t believe my ears. Kovachek was really whining!
Smack, smack, smack, smack! Kovachek’s ass-cheeks were red as a sunset, and it had to hurt. I’d heard of spanking as foreplay, of course, and it sure as hell worked. I knew what Kovachek looked like when he got horny, and I could see lust taking over.
At one point Cadbury stopped spanking and brushed his hand gently over the glowing ass. “Does this feel better, Sergeant?”
“Yes, sir.” He paused. “Please fondle me. Or spank me, do what you want.” Unbelievable. What took me weeks, Cadbury had done in about 10 minutes. Kovachek was broken, his robust cock drooling pre-cum onto the floor.
Smack, smack, smack! “Does that hurt, Sergeant?”
“Yeah! I mean, no! I don’t know what I mean–it just–I-I’m so fucking hot!”
Cadbury laughed, and a chill went up my spine–a Nyah-hah-haaa laugh like Satan in Hell. “You’re just a little boy, aren’t you, Sergeant?”
Again, I was stunned: “Yes, sir, please don’t beat me.”
The Proctology Merit Badge and A Boy’s First Shave
With that, Cadbury stuck a finger up Kovachek’s ass. Then it was his turn to suck in his breath. “Well, I’ll be damned. You have been a bad boy, haven’t you. Your rectum is stretched out.”
Kovachek bowed his head, his face as red as the last plastic dildo I used on him.
The doctor’s hand move around, apparently doing the prostate-check stuff. Then his finger started moving in and out. Hey, I’ve had prostate checks before, and they never did that!
Kovachek ground his teeth, and–ohmigod!–he spread his legs. Cadbury kept finger-fucking him for several minutes, bending over him and muttering something in his ear–I couldn’t hear what–until once again, Kovachek’s body stiffened, and his throbbing phallus shot out another gush of jizz.
I can get them to cum from the feel of my cock in their asses. Cadbury can do it with a finger-fuck! I was in the presence of a real fuck-master.
When he finally pulled his finger out of the gasping, exhausted sergeant, Cadbury ordered him to stand up and face him. “Sergeant, you’ve been a very bad little boy.” He looked down. “I see you have too much hair for a bad little boy.” He held up a safety razor and a can of shaving cream.
As Kovachek’s mouth fell open in horror, he spread a spurt of shaving cream onto his crotch hair and began to shave it away! My bitch whimpered desperately, and I sucked in a breath, myself. It was the horniest, most degrading thing I’d ever seen, and the first sergeant’s lance hardened into a flagpole. In fact, Cadbury had to push it aside to shave him.
I couldn’t get over it. I had spent weeks! Money for drinks and motel rooms! Days and nights of planning and worrying. Cadbury had Kovachek eating out of his hand with just a few spanks and some soap-foam.
It sure as hell worked. As the major took away his manly crotch hair, Kovachek looked up at him with eyes glazed over with lust.
The doctor made him sit up on the table, lean back, and spread his legs so he could shave away the hair on his scrotum. Kovachek looked down, biting his lip nervously. Then he had to roll his hips back so the doctor could shave his asshole. Fuck, what a horny scene!
“All right, Sergeant, get off the table and stand at Attention.” Kovachek hopped down, and the poor guy was so fucking horny his dong was at Present Arms. The doctor stood at his side, checking this and that physical characteristic–frustration and lust building in Kovachek’s face to the point that, against his better judgment, he couldn’t keep his hand from slipping into the doctor’s lab coat and against the front of his pants. When he found the lump, he began to rub–I saw his arm jerk back and forth.
When Cadbury didn’t pull away, I got so horny, I rubbed myself in the same rhythm as Kovachek’s arm. Cadbury looked up at the big sergeant–the major himself was only 6’1″ or so–and pulled open his lab coat.
The sergeant’s hand unfastened the doctor’s pants and pulled down his zipper. He reached in, pawed through Cadbury’s underwear, and fetched out a black snake so huge, Kovachek’s mouth dropped open.
So did mine. Never saw anything like it. Well, just once before.
Had to be 15 inches. At least. And as it hardened, it thickened, and I remembered my coffee cup. Kovachek’s fingers traced it. He was in love.
So was I. In the water of Monterey Bay, kırklareli escort I didn’t get such a good look. I felt it, and realized he had heavy machinery, but I got only short glimpses, not much more.
“Like what you see, Sergeant?”
He wasn’t talking to me, but on the other side of the door, I whispered, “Yeah!”
Kovachek was a zombie. “Uh-huh,” his voice a hoarse cough.
“Go lock the door and get back here on your knees.”
Good To The Last Suck
The first sergeant literally ran over to the door and back. Quick as a fuck-bunny, his knees hit the floor. Cadbury smiled. “I’m shocked at you, First Sergeant. Have you no shame?”
Kovachek bowed his head. “No, goddamn it, I don’t.”
“You’re really a piece of shit, aren’t you?”
Kovachek’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah.”
I had to take off my hat to the guy. I was in the presence of a man-wrangling pro. I had to spend a whole night physically tuning Kovachek for a man-sex session. Cadbury had him on his knees panting to suck that titanic meat, bowing his head in subjection and obedience with just a couple of words!
The major went on, “I know how it is. You have to, don’t you?”
Kovachek nodded.
“Inside that tough body is a bitch, right?”
He nodded again.
“Speak up when I ask you a question!”
“Y-yes, sir! Yes!” A timid, terrified gasp.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir, I-I’m a b-bitch.”
“So suck it, bitch, and I want to see you deep-throat me.” Son of a bitch! Nobody could deep-throat that monster. Nobody could even get that colossal cockhead in his mouth!
I stared, frozen at the window. Couldn’t leave. They would have to drag me away in a straitjacket. By then my prick was out, and I pumped myself like a teenager watching his father in the shower.
Kovachek shook the doc’s head, trying to force his mouth over the giant helmet, his fingers under the flare, squeezing it. “That’s it, Sergeant, do it. I’m horny. My nuts are heavy. Haven’t had sex all week. Can you swallow a big load?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Watching that volcano-hot scene, I was in the same boat and looked around for somewhere other than the back of the door to ejaculate on. Kovachek’s thick chest and belly hair looked so hale and masculine–such a weird contrast to his bald crotch. From the waist down, Kovachek was hairless like a West Hollywood pole dancer. God, how erotic!
I realized making Kovacheck give him a blowjob was yet another of Cadbury’s ploys to break the sergeant’s spirit. He didn’t really expect a cocksucking. Nobody but a python that can disconnect its jaw could mouth that bastard’s knob. Best the first sergeant could do was wet the head and lick around the crown.
I got a good look at Cadbury’s piss slit. Shit. Like the quarters-slot in a Coke machine. When Kovachek got him good and hard–Damn, that cockshaft has to be more than 15 inches!–his piss slit spread out into a round hole–God, a wine cork would fit! When Kovachek stuck his tongue in it, the pink muscle sank in–I gasped–an inch!
Fuck, no wonder there’s a law against gays! Watching those two, all I can think about is sticking my dick in something! The torrid scene was so hot, my fingers were slimy with pre-cum, and I had a six-inch puddle of it between my shoes.
At the sight of the salty slime oozing from Cadbury’s horsecock, I licked my lips. I’ve never really thought of myself as a cocksucker. I gave blowjobs in sort of a push-me-pull-you tradeoff with guys who wanted payback, but as Kovachek’s mouth slid lower on that treetrunk shaft, my mouth watered with a terrible craving.
Outside Looking In
Never had I been so on fire about sucking somebody’s meat! I pressed my nose against the door, anything to get a whiff of their struggle, to smell their pheromones, to inhale their sweat and what must be the acrid odor of Cadbury’s balls. Kovachek’s left hand went to cup Cadbury’s black-leather ball sack.
I knew those jewels. They’d bobbled against mine when I doggied him in Monterey Bay, but suspended in the water, they weren’t heavy. Kovachek’s hands cupped two the size of fucking golf balls, and from the heft, it looked like they were made of iron. Ohh, fuck!
The course hair over Cadbury’s scrotum made Kovachek’s bald bag look like a teenager’s. I was so fucking horny, I caught myself sucking against the glass, anything to get my mouth on that giant cock!
Cadbury had to be accustomed to this. Probably never had a blowjob in his life–unless maybe from a hippopotamus. From the look on his face, though, he was working up to an orgasm with the slight oral assistance. Kovachek, the eager cum-slut, flashed all over the super-organ with mouth and tongue, trying to do magic, and–God, what a bitch–when Cadbury let out a moan, Kovachek’s bald crotch jerked, his right hand dropped to his ramrod, and high-pressure jets of jizz shot out all over the legs of Cadbury’s uniform pants.
Bet you’re sorry now you pulled open that lab coat.
Cadbury’s face took on an expression of rage, but it dissolved almost instantly in one of ecstasy. Almost there, he trembled, his muscles writhing like an epileptic’s. When it finally happened, his hips took over in quick, short lunges battering Kovachek’s face with the huge rubber club.