USNA Soggy Biscuit
1985 I entered the U.S. Naval Academy as an 18-year-old Marine recruit. There was no shortage of testosterone, and horny loads built up and needed relief. I wasn’t innocent—I had two older brothers (1 gay, 1 str8), so there was nothing I hadn’t learned about. Or so I thought . . .
In our dorm at the academy, I was often getting challenged. I was exceptionally tall, I was exceptionally hung, and I was uncut, so back then that was an oddity. A few of the other cadets who didn’t “measure up” were always looking for a reason to try and best me at something. They didn’t usually, but they tried relentlessly. One day after drills, we did soggy biscuit — I didn’t know what that was, and when Jenkins threw down on the obstacle course and said, “slowest five on the obstacle course play soggy biscuit”, all I knew was I was always one of the fastest. Jenkins and Simmons tripped and tackled me that day, and there I was with four other recruits with our cocks out, a cookie on Jenkins’ footlocker, and an audience placing bets.
I also didn’t realize then that I was a slow-cummer. So as one guy unloaded in less than a minute (poor guy) and dumped about a quart of 18-year-old jizz on the cookie, it got real. “There ya go, boys; can’t wait to see who’ll be eating my babies!” At about three minutes, a second guy blew and doused the cookie with what seemed like twice the load of the first. He was big, and when he was done, he shook it, and some cum flew onto the guy’s cock next to him. That set the third one off.
It was down to one other guy and me — Morris was the other guy, and apparently he missed the genetic hand-out day for dick meat. His face was red; he was trying so hard to not be last. I finally felt mine brewing, then that fucker Morris suddenly groans and beats me to it. We fired off mostly together, but he clearly fired first, so I lost.
Jenkins, who had just been spectating, was the first to call it. “Cate’s having cookies and cream!” So I just picked up the cookie and took a big bite, chewed, and grinned. “Hmmm doesn’t taste much different than your mom’s pussy after I’m done with her.” That started the fight, and I only had that one bite before the brawl and discipline.
When our sergeant was hearing who started what, he had to work to not laugh when I told him what I’d said. I at least had that satisfaction.
But after that there were two guys who were always calling soggy biscuit. I think they were awakened that afternoon.
I was a nineteen-year-old discovering the pleasures of mutual masturbation for the first time, and my cock was responding to the excitement in a way you might expect such a teen to respond.
