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Chaplain Commando

As a hospital Chaplain, I get to be a ‘freelance’ clergy. My business card lists some of the services I offer: Home-based Counseling, Stress Relief, Anger Management, Addictions of all types, Preaching, Weddings, Funerals, etc... Over the years, as a non-traditional pastor serving in non-traditional settings I learned to be less tied down to traditionalism than most clergy.

Working in a Psychiatric Hospital has been an eye opener for me; most of the male patients don’t wear underwear and don’t even bother to pull their pants up when sagging below the waist line. I have grown accustomed to their nearly nude state, the sexually preoccupied guys exposing themselves or masturbating in the common room area – obviously, everyone could see them – that is, until one of the staff yells at them and makes them put their hard cocks away. One very hot summer, I was facilitating a spirituality therapy group -- in attendance were a few of those notorious freeballers – legs spread wide, their cocks and balls hanging loose and low in their mesh shorts.

It was hot as hell and my balls were sweating – I casually turned away from the group and took a quick tug at my bulge – pulling them downwards. That was when Chris, a slim, athletic patient, with beautiful tats all over his arms and shoulders spoke up and said “That’s why I hang loose, Chap.” I stopped writing on the board, turned around and said “Sorry, what was that?” He repeated his statement and added… “I saw you pulling on your junk; your balls must be hurting for some fresh air right about now.” I was caught off guard, I did my best to deflect the attention from my “junk” to the topic at hand; however, all the guys were starting to comment about heavy ball sacks sticking to their legs in the heat, the smell of man-sweat mixed with the morning shower. Leo puts his hand up his shorts from the leg opening and reached for his balls then smelled his hands… “Yup, just as you said, sweat and soap.” Laughter thundered through the room. These guys seriously lacked filters….

I projected my voice above the laughter and stated: “Adam and Eve didn’t have to worry about that.” The guys asked what I meant. I got their attention! So I asked them to tell me what they could remember about the story of Adam and Eve. They started telling bits and pieces… then; Chris asked what the story had to do with ball-sweat. I asked him, “How was Adam dressed in the Garden of Eden?” He smiled and a winked at me indicating that he realized what I was getting at. Leo then added, “So Adam had nothing to worry about, he was always breezy and hanging loose!” “Wait, hold on a minute…” Chris interrupted, “That means that Adam and Eve formed the first nudist colony?” Laughter broke out; Dan spoke up and said we should vote to make this place a nudist colony. “Fuck yea” Chris said; others joined their eagerness.

Knowing very well if I didn’t redirect the conversation, it would turn even more charged with explicit sexual comments. In the hopes to justify this non-traditional topic in a Spirituality based therapeutic program, I tried to disguise it as if it was a clinical and therapeutic topic by asking them to think about the root cause of their inclination to dress so casually. They shouted words: “Freedom” “Sexiness” “Bigger-Bulge” “Easy Access” “Fast Wank” and many more…. “Okay-okay, we got the idea. I saw the guys now adjusting their bulges in their mesh shorts, some allowing their balls to freely hang beyond the short’s hem line. Obviously, nothing therapeutic was achieved in this conversation, but I surely loved it all.

Following this session, I had a free hour – I sat for a few minutes and thought about what the guys were saying… I decided that my cock needed some air. I went to the restroom to free myself of the red bikini briefs that so snuggly encased my cock and balls. My heart was beating faster than usual, my penis line was more visible than earlier mostly because now my cock and balls hung loose down my left leg in a semi erect state. Normally, my cock points towards my left hip (when wearing briefs) or forming a nice thick bulge in the center when wearing bikini briefs – this was a red bikini brief day – my cock and balls were nicely packed but the heat made my large balls sweat so much that my bikini briefs were damp. I found it erotic, freeing and even through my dress pants I could feel a slight difference of coolness on my balls. I began to get a semi… as I walked around the office I glanced down to see how I bulged – part of me hoped that no one would notice but part of me hoped the opposite.

During my rounds (visits on the wards) I came across the freeballers from my program earlier in the day. Chris was the first to come over, Leo and Dan were two steps behind. “…Interesting class today Chap” (short for Chaplain). “It surely was something different,” I replied. “Something changed today,” Dan said. “That’s for sure – that wasn’t the topic I planned….” “Nah, something else,” Leo commented. “What do you think changed?” I asked. Dan was quick to answer: “You!” “Okay guys what’s this about… what favor are you going to ask?” I replied. “It’s not about that, it’s about you going commando; (enthusiastically) your finally free bro!” Chris replied.

I pretended to not know what he was talking about. He added, almost in a whisper, “In class your bulge was in the center, we noticed when you tugged at it… you must have taken your underwear off because now, your snake is trying to escape down your leg.” Dan emphatically added an adjective, “Your FAT snake.” Leo also had to make his comment “Your big headed fat snake.” Chris then said, “I can understand why you had a leash on that python…” they all busted out laughing. I didn’t acknowledge nor deny anything – I simply smiled. “The commando look suits you good” As they began to walk away, Chris said, “from now on, we’ll call you Chaplain Commando!” Laugher, once again, broke loose. I made my way to the restroom to look at my bulge in the mirror, something I didn’t do earlier. Just standing there, it was more than fairly visible, but I noticed that as I took a step forward, the full length of my cock became even more noticeable. I guess my body heat and sweat made the fabric cling onto my cock creating a very clear visible penis line. It looked really nice and it was freeing but at the same time it felt somewhat naughty… and I liked it!

Throughout the afternoon I caught myself letting my hand drop to my crotch for a quick feel and fluff. The extra attention was making me horny and my cock was sensitive, or should I say alert, most of the day… I got many semis and full erections during that day; I was anxious to get home and peel my clothing off and bust a nut all over my chest and abs.

That day, I went home and jacked off three times; once as soon as I walked in the door… (I didn’t bother putting clothes on again…). I did my routine, and was watching TV after dinner – I started thinking of the comments the guys made earlier and seeing the guys in the class so casually touching themselves and letting their cock-head and balls hang visibly…. Suddenly, I was hard again and was working my hot rod with long fast strokes; followed by slow short strokes; then by random combinations of both – my butt was off the couch and my hips up in the air – I was fucking my hand thinking of the guys. My nut juice flew above my head some landed on my face and on my chest… it was a powerful orgasm. At bedtime, I was hard again, I stroke my cock in a slow rhythm while tugging at my balls and caressing my muscles. My orgasm was intense – I smeared it all over my body and allowed myself to sleep covered in my cum… I slept very well.

Next day, I went back to work in a pair of Dockers and a polo shirt. My cock, snaking down my leg and bulging very nicely as I walked. The guys saw me on my way to Chapel and called out “Good morning Chaplain Commando.” Obviously they took notice of my new approach to fashion. One of the other Chaplains asked why they called me Chaplain Commando, I explained that it is a reference to an exercise on following instructions… I explained that I gave them a series of commands to follow as if they were in the army – so they decided to call me Chaplain Commando. Chaplain Paul chuckled and walked away. I thought, “If he only knew!”

At our next regularly scheduled program the guys came in with shorter shorts than usual. They had folded the waistline of their shorts to make them shorter than normal. I pretended not to notice. However, when they sat spread-eagle, their cocks and balls came into full view. I continued pretending not to notice, but secretly, I was going crazy with all this exposed man meat. We started the therapeutic spirituality topic for the day – factually, I can’t even remember the nature of the conversation or topic, I was distracted by the sight of cocks and balls. The sexual innuendos began to fly – I wasn’t offended by them, but continued my lesson while they made their explicit remarks and pulled on their cocks. I found myself getting turned on by all of this – at one point I had to sit at the desk to cover-up my hardon.

Dan was the boldest of all… he pulled out his erect cock and started stroking with enjoyment. He wasn’t bothered by the fact that others were watching him – factually, I think he liked it. I was drawn to him and I felt a stir in my pants. I decided to stay at my desk so they won’t be able to see my predicament. I was curious to see how far he would go and how others would respond; nonetheless, it was risky to allow it to go any further. I tried to redirect his behavior and spoke firmly instructing him to put his penis away. Sadly, he finally did put it away.

Behind my desk I casually began to feel my cock while engaging the group in conversation. My focus was all over the place and was easily distracted with Dan walking around the room with his hardon bulging in his shorts. I finally had to ask Dan to sit and concentrate on the topic at hand. He responded well; but his cock remained hard and tenting his shorts. Soon enough about half the guys were tenting; a few had their hand down their shorts; obviously, they were rubbing and caressing their hardons.

Suddenly, Dan stood up and quickly pulled his cock out and began to spew hot thick cum on the table. The guys began to cheer him on. As I called everyone to order, Dan interrupted “Fuck that felt good – gee Commando, your cock-bulge was my inspiration today!” I was speechless for a few seconds. I instructed Dan to clean-up his mess and to not do this again otherwise I’d had to report it. However, I secretly wanted it to continue far beyond this and have many more opportunities to see the guys jerk off and cum in my presence. The guys were defending Dan, “He couldn’t help it, it wasn’t him, it was one of his personalities” as if he suffered from DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder. Another retorted, “It was inspiring… it’s all good Chap;” and other comments quickly pilled upon each other to his defense. Meanwhile, the smell of cum traveled through the air; I have to say, I loved it.

Next day, my class had a higher attendance than usual. The shorts seemed shorter than the day before. There were cocks galore in this room, some very massive and with big mushroom heads, some were thick but with a torpedo shape head, some were uncut with foreskin covering their helmet shaped cock-head. Some were average to small but still noticeable and yummy to see. I obviously was looking closely, so I noticed that some were glistening with pre-cum; some were hard, others semi-hard, but regardless of their state, most of the guys were fairly quiet. I taught my lesson and all went well… as the session progressed and was close to end, I instructed them to relax and to feel free to talk amongst each other. Soon, they were reaching for their cock and balls; some came to my desk and were flaunting their hardons while having casual conversation with me. When it was time to transition, I experienced that familiar smell… it was cum! Seven of the guys had cum on the tables and left the room. I was so distracted by the guys at my desk, that I didn’t see the other guys jerking off. The guys surrounding my desk chuckled and left the room.

It was all a plan to distract me so the guys could jack off in my room. I was in a predicament, if I reported the incident I would be in trouble for not noticing what was happening in my program room. How can I explain that seven guys masturbated in my room unbeknown to me. Given that I couldn’t report the incident without getting myself into trouble, I decided to clean it up myself. I found myself remembering where everyone sat to determine who’s cum I was smelling and cleaning up. I noticed that the largest and thickest load was where Carlos sat. Carlos is Puerto Rican, very good looking and what an amazing body!! I noticed that the second to the largest pool of cum had been manipulated into the shape of a heart. This made my cock stir thinking that perhaps there was a secret message behind this simple action; nonetheless, I brushed it away as wishful thinking.

That same afternoon we had a thunderstorm. Most employees left early, but some of us were not as lucky… Roads were flooded and the remaining staff was mandated to stay on hospital grounds because second and third shift people began to call out. I decided to take a shower and change into more relaxed clothing – I borrowed a set of scrubs from the nursing department. I was assigned to the E-Wing, which happens to be Dan’s unit; actually, most of the guys from my jackoff fantasies were from the E-Wing. I was doing my assigned dorm-checks during the night. At first, all was calm and quiet. More than half way through the night I began to notice some light activities, but didn’t make much of it. Curiosity got the best of me and I inched my way to one of the rooms, and quickly pushed the door open. I was surprised to find Dan fucking Chris and Chris sucking Carlos’ cock. They weren’t bothered by the fact that I caught them. Keeping the door ajar, I told the guys, in a whisper, that they had to stop before someone catches them and we all get into trouble.

Carlos came over to me and rubbed my cock through my scrubs. My cock bulge was of easy access through the thin fabric, going commando made it even easier. I tried to resist, but in all honesty, I wanted more. My voice softly opposed his advances but I did nothing to push him away or stop him. I was mesmerized by both, the attention from Carlos and the fuck fest between Dan and Chris. In one quick swift, Carlos pulled my scrubs down… my cock popped out and he began to suck me. I was hard in half a second. Fuck man, Carlos really knew how to suck a cock. He swiftly got up, turned around and grabbed my cock leading it to his hot, tight asshole. I was overly eager to penetrate him, so I pushed inwards balls deep and began fucking him with earnest.

Dan and Chris came over to feel us up and kiss us; Chris started rubbing his hard cock on my ass. His cock was even bigger than what I first had assessed. Soon enough I was on my back on the small bed and Chris sitting on my cock. Carlos sat on my face and Dan watched at the door. Chris was gliding up and down on my cock and tightening his ass muscles to make a tight grip on my cock. Carlos jumped off my face and went behind Chris pushing Chris’ upper torso onto mine. I felt Carlos’ fingers exploring Chris’s asshole and the base of my cock. I felt Carlos’ finger glide into Chris’ asshole. I could feel his finger gliding on my cock into Chris’ man-hole. Carlos pulled out and placed two fingers, maybe more, but I was so horny I couldn’t decipher for sure. The next thing I remember is Carlos climbing on my legs and gently pushing his cock into Chris’ asshole gliding over my hard rod. Both, Chris and I stopped our movements feeling Carlos squeeze into that tight hole.

Chris remained still, quietly moaning with pleasure, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders. It was when I felt Carlos’ cock gliding on mine making its way into the depth of Chris’ ass that I realized we were bare-backing this studly young man. I never knew double fucking a dude could be so hot. Surely, this wasn’t a first for Chris—he was taking it like a champ – his moans were driving me crazy with lust; my cock was harder than ever before... it was so hard, I think it grew an inch more and was stiffer and thicker than a cast-iron-rod. I loved feeling a cock tightly rubbing on mine while inside of a delicious hot man-pussy. I remained still enjoying the action. I loved feeling Chris’ warmth on my body and Carlos’ friction on my lap and dick our cocks were frotting in Chris’ ass.

Carlos began to moan, he increased his pace, I looked over to Dan and he was spewing cum all over the floor, that sight made my cum boil-up in my sac, and like hot lava, started to build-up, getting ready to erupt. I indicated that I was close, Carlos confirmed he was too. Chris began to grind his ass in a circular motion, his cock rubbing tightly on my abs, I could feel the moist from his precum oozing on my warm skin. Carlos began to grunt, huff and puff… he moaned, Carlos followed Chris’ seductive music making me all the more sexually charged. I wanted this to last more, but I knew we were at the point of no return. I felt Carlos’ cock begin to convulse spewing hot cum into Chris’ man-pussy, I too began to flood his ass with my cum. Feeling his ass full of cum, Chris, now presses harder on my abs and humps my warm skin, gliding his cock over my abs until he exploded all over my abs, and chest.