i'm not cocky, i just love myself

andre hytes. preston military academy. All I do is win, bruh. PACO CABAL | ANDRE HYTES | JASON LITTLE

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are you gay

“Why put a label on things? I everything to everybody, bruh.”

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you sure you're not a bottom

“You sure you’d rather ask me that anonymously instead of to my face? Cause you might get to find out for yourself...”

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sluttycadetsandmentors​:

Noel rolled his eyes as he heard the other use that nickname for him once more. “Are you sure you’re not the one who defiled my tank?” Noel asked with a small roll of his eyes. “And are you sure about that? Because something tells me that you’re likely to be more immature than mature in most scenarios.” Noel said with a snort.

Noel’s eyes rolled once more as he heard the other man’s words. He really needed to break that habit. “Oh? Is that how we get even?” Noel asked with an amused tone in his voice as he slowly peeled the tank top off of himself….Revealing inch after inch of pale skin until he was left topless. Noel flexed his pale chest, the pecs bouncing as he did so. “Like what you see?” He teased.

“Bruh, I wouldn’t need to deface your clothes to get a look at those big ol’ titties of yours. All I gotta do is ask and people start getting naked for me,” Andre boasts, although being fair... that’s more or less what ended up happening here, a Noel relents and takes off his shirt, revealing the hefty, meaty chest underneath. It looked even better than Andre imagined it would.

He steps closer to the mentor, smirking all the way there. “That would be an understatement, sir,” Andre purrs, letting his hands travel to Noel’s massive pecs. “They feel amazing, too,” he continues, gently squeezing them in each hand, feeling their sheer mass. “Makes me wanna do all sorts of things with them... but since I’m woke and all, I wanna hear you give me consent first. Sir.”

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sluttycadetsandmentors​:

Noel merely blinked at the other when he said that people always tell him how mature he was. Noel was trying to access just how true that statement was….Because something told him that might not be one-hundred percent the truth. “Whenever people said that, did they follow that up with a number that was in the double digits?” Noel asked with a small smirk. 

However, when the other man lifted up his shirt? Noel couldn’t help but to take in the rather impressive view. Noel tended to have a thing for other muscular guys…And Andre was definitely not lacking in that department either.

“Hm…” Noel hummed as he brought a hand up to playfully grope one of the man’s pecs. “Unfortunately, some people end up having big tits and being a cuck.” Noel teased, although his tone didn’t shift at all. The only telling thing was the fact that the corner of his lips quirked up slightly.

“I dunno what that is supposed to mean, bitch tits, but yeah. People think I’m plenty mature... I just don’t always show it all the time. That’s boring. If I’m gonna be not mature, may as well do it while I’m still young, right...?”

Andre didn’t expect Noel to feel him up when he lifted his shirt, but he couldn’t blame the guy for being curious. (Which was just another word for thirsty.) “Hey, didn’t say you could just feel me up like that, bruh,” Andre scoffs, feigning offense. “But I will call it even —and not tell HR about this— if you let me feel those bitch tits of yours now. So c’mon, let’s see em...”

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sluttycadetsandmentors​:

Noel snorted and shook his head as he heard the other man speaking. “Oh? Is that what you are? Well-adjusted and mature?” Noel asked with a raised eyebrow and a curious and doubtful look on his face. For some reason? Noel didn’t quite believe that to be one hundred percent the case.

“I don’t look so bad myself? I take off my shirt, and everyone turns into panting horn dogs around me.” Noel said with a roll of his eyes. “Can’t even go to a pool without it.”

“Hell yeah, bruh. People always tell me how mature I am for my age.” (Big, big liar there.) “Why, you disagree or something? What do I gotta do to prove to you how mature I am...?”

Noel really wasn’t making it easier for himself right now, Andre thought. All he could think of as they walked was how badly he wanted to see the mentor’s sexy, meaty body, preferable in nothing but a skimpy thong that showed off his other assets—

Stop being thirsty, Andre.

“If it makes you feel better, I used to be a little chunky, so my pecs are a little on the thick side too—” says Andre, lifting his shirt up high enough to show off his impressive chest. “I’m not insecure about it, though. I know my body is rockin’ and I shouldn’t have to feel bad about it, right? Besides, I’d rather have big tits than be a scrawny little cuck...”

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sluttycadetsandmentors​:

Noel snorted and rolled his eyes as he heard the other man’s words. His arms came up and crossed underneath his chest, only showing off his pecs even more with the action. 

“Have you met half the people here? You don’t have to do anything for them to resort to such childish games.” Noel said with a snort and a shake of his head.

Goddamn, this guy’s chest looked divine even while concealed by thin, tight-fitting cotton... Andre was gonna have to use him for spank bank fodder later tonight, if he didn’t manage to get some quality “one-on-one” time with the mentor later...

“Ain’t gonna argue with you there, bruh. Not everybody can be a mature, well-adjusted man like myself... but hey, they only make me look good, right? I mean, like, figuratively. We both know I look good already. Duh. But you’re not so bad yourself...”

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sluttycadetsandmentors​:

Noel let out a huff, the action causing said chest to jiggle a bit thanks to the over dramatic movement. “I would be careful there, cadet,” Noel warned with narrowed eyes as his competitive side came out a bit. “I would hate to have to punish you without even knowing your name first.” Noel said with a roll of his eyes. “Did you see anyone walking by that could have done this?”

Andre was a simple, simple guy, and always loved nice tits on a person, regardless of their gender. Touching them, kissing them, sticking his—

The point was that he found Noel very attractive, and didn’t mind telling it to his face even if he was a mentor, ranking above him. Just because he was a cadet now didn’t mean he had to lose his game…

“Ain’t seen anybody do anything. Sorry, bruh. You piss anybody off to make them wanna do it?”

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sluttycadetsandmentors​:

Noel let out a sigh as he looked down at the tank top that he was wearing. “Okay…who did it?” Noel asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked at the rest of the people in the room. “Who thought that it would be a great idea to write ‘bitch tits’ on my new tank top?” Noel was definitely going to punish them. If there was one thing Noel hated? It was anyone, cadet or mentor, fucking with his things. Much less his brand new things. And while his pecs may put most men, and women, to shame…That didn’t mean he liked it advertised on his shirt. “Speak, and I might be a little lenient.” The mentor demanded.

Andre couldn’t help but chuckle from where he sat, within earshot of Noel and overhearing his misfortune. “It’s not totally wrong, though,” he says, smirking at the other guy. He had to admit that Noel speaking out only called attention to his big, heavy chest, which gave Andre some less-than-savory ideas of what he could do with it...

“Wasn’t me, but I agree with that sentiment...”

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mentorsmen​:

The man behind him was big - bigger than he had possibly ever taken. There was never a moment where he thought it was too much for him, though. The stretch was delectable, and the way he managed to touch every pleasurable part of Kelby with a single thrust had the blonde’s eyes rolling back as he choked on more moans.

Andre went deeper, somehow, and faster - hitting a spot within that made Kelby’s entire being sieze up around the amazing cock that penetrated him. He gasped, moaned - more loud than he had previously. There was no doubt the cadet knew that was the way to continue this.

“Fuck, yeah, I love your cock!” His voice was an embarrassing, slutty whine that he would get bashful over later, but for now his rational thoughts were gone. All he wanted was to be fucked well, and filled at the end of it. “Feels so fucking big-! Ah!- should be tearing me apa-oh!-art but I just want more - more, more, more- oh fuck!” His eyes opened wide, hand reaching in front of him, fingers clawing uselessly at the tiles, cock bouncing against his stomach from the force of the thrusts. “Fuck I’m gonna come! Don’t stop - ah! - fill me, please, fuck you feel so good!”

Andre wondered if this guy had even taken a dick as big as his. It wasn’t, like, a thirteen inch monster or anything, but it was substantial. Perfectly long and thick. You could really make a meal out of it. At least so Andre thought.

He fucked inside deeper, harder, feeling like he couldn’t possibly go further inside the blond. But that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

“Yeah? You gonna bust your fuckin’ load on my dick, you slut?” he grunts on each thrust, really getting into the role of a bad porn actor, slamming the older man’s body into the wet, hard tile beneath them. “That’s it, blow your fuckin’ load, show me how much of a whore you are for this dick—”

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prestonproctors​:

He probably should have asked Andre about his own family, or why he was here, but Eddie was worried that would somehow circle things back to himself– and he was not going to be that open and honest again, if he could help it. His parents weren’t a happy subject for him so why would he want to dwell on them when he was actually starting to enjoy himself; even if he was freezing.

“Y–you can say you have me.” He piped up with a soft smile. “I mean, I’m not much, but at least then you aren’t goin’ at it alone. I’ll even promise not to throw anymore popsicles at you… which, now that I think about it, that was you’re fault so you kinda owe me one.” He teased with a subconscious lick of his lips. “Is– is there something else we could do to get warm? This– this is colder than I can handle.” Eddie laughed under his breath as he moved closer; this time, rather than being subtle about it, the boy purposefully nudged over to press against himself up against Andre for warmth. 

Andre only like talking about himself, not his family. Putting on the charm so thickly with Eddie was a tactic to prevent any discussion about his own backstory, and by all accounts, it never seemed to fail. He was just so smooth and strident that it never allowed the other person an opportunity to follow up and ask about his own situation. 

“I dunno, you look like a lil’ bit of something to me, baby boy,” Andre purrs, getting closer to his fellow cadet, their bodies making contact under the water. He watches as Eddie licks those luscious lips, wondering what they would taste like against his own. It seemed like the feeling was mutual. “We could do a lot of things to get warm... but I think you got a few good suggestions in you, so how about you lay ‘em out for me...?”

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prestonproctors​:

“Jesus Christ…” Eddie cursed under his breath as his teeth continued to chatter. “Yeah, I thought it would be cool but you made it look comfortable so I just– I don’t know. I didn’t know it would be this bad.” Though he was complaining, there was a soft smile on his lips as he swam closer; the side of his arm brushing against Andre’s as he settled into place again.

“You, uh, you could say that. I think I already mentioned my dad is a preacher– so get out all your jokes now. Whenever people find out they make fun of me for bein’ innocent, forbidden fruit, or whatever…” He mumbled as he subconsciously pressed his arm against Saints. “–but yeah. I came out to my Mom, she told my Dad, and they went on that whole hellfire and brimstone spiel and basically made me go back in the closet so that I wouldn’t embarrass them. Didn’t stop the kids in my town from finding out and torturing me for it. I, uh, I started acting out in retaliation so my parents gave me an ultimatum. Give up my life of sin and join a seminary somewhere to become a preacher like my father… or come here so, and I quote, Preston Military Academy can straighten me out and pound some sense into me.”

“So– so I chose Preston.” He admitted with an awkward shrug. “It helps that my cousin, Colson, came here and fell in love with the whole program and stuff… he’s even back this year as a mentor… so I’m really hoping it’s not that bad. So far it’s really sucked and made me miss being home which is something I never thought I’d say but… I don’t know… stuff like this is kinda nice.”

Andre rarely had moments of self-reflection about himself, but entitled and selfish as he was, he couldn’t help but compare his relative fortune to that of Eddie’s. His folks were your dime-a-dozen “liberal elite” celebrities who didn’t care what Andre did as long as he didn’t end up in prison or get their family negative press in the tabloids. He never even had to really come out to them — it was just understood that Andre was going to fuck whoever he wanted and that they should stay out of his personal life. (Perhaps letting off on too loose a leash...)

Don’t make a joke about pounding something else into him.

“Sucks, bruh. Sorry about that. Least you got your cousin to help you out here. I ain’t got anybody like that here...” Andre says, “but whatever, I don’t need anybody. Especially now that I got you here next to me.” Slick. 

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prestonproctors​:

“You don’t– so that means you’re not–” He wasn’t trying to be rude but after hearing what the other said of course his eyes dropped down to try and see if the man was at least still wearing his underwear (and if they were see through or not). “I, uh, I really probably shouldn’t. I– you– you seem, uh, you seem really hot– really nice but…” When he realized he couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse not to join the other Eddie’s shoulder’s slumped in a subtle display of submission.

“Okay just… just don’t laugh at me.” Setting his bag down beside himself he peeled off his shirt and dropped it to the ground as his arms moved to self consciously cover his chest. He hesitated for a moment before finally stepping out of his shoes and socks as he unfastened his pants. “They– they were a joke gift from my cousin…” he explained as he pushed his pants down to reveal the pink boxer briefs he was wearing. On their own that wouldn’t have been embarrassing but as he turned around and bent over to pile his things together more neatly, he revealed the real prize; a cartoon slice of cake on his ass cheek with a speech bubble saying “eat me” with a big heart beside it. Standing back up Eddie didn’t waste anymore time as he charged forward and jumped into the pool. As he surfaced he shook his hair out of his eyes before slowly swimming closer to the other. “You– you didn’t tell me it was this cold.” He muttered through chattering teeth s he wrapped his arms around himself.

The more Eddie stumbled over his words, the more intrigued Andre was. How did such a soft-spoken (and incredibly thirsty, obvs) guy like him wind up in a place like this? He must have had one helluva story, and Andre was interested in finding out. Among other things.

“No judgement, bruh,” he says, watching eagerly as Eddie started removing his clothing, revealing the soft —but toned— body underneath. The guy was supple and fuzzy like a peach... and Andre did always like peaches. Honestly Andre didn’t find much to object to with Eddie’s gag undies. If everything went according to the plan in his mind, they’d both be naked anyway...

“Whoops,” Andre smirks. “Thought you assumed it would be. No worries. You’ll warm up next to me anyway,” he says, meaning it literally and figuratively. “So what you bring you here? Shitty parents like mine?”

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prestonproctors​:

“I– I wouldn’t know but I’ll take your word for it.” He definitely blushed at the flirtatious and playful comment but he wasn’t even allowed the chance to worry about that as the other distracted him as he pushed away from the wall. Cocking his head to the side, Eddie sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and simply stared at the man for a moment as he floated. 

“Huh?” He blurted out as he snapped back to attention at the explanation. “Oh, uh, yeah. It does look nice but I don’t have a swim suit on me so I’ll just have to take your word for it right now.”

Andre got a kick out of flirting with guys like this one — the quiet, unassuming cuties who seemed dickmatized at the jump. Sure, it let Andre play into his (probably perverted) power fantasies, especially if things got beyond playful banter and he found himself in their pants, but sometimes it took longer than others. He was still sizing up Popsicle Boy.

“Ain’t got a swim suit on me either, bruh. Take your clothes off and come in. I’ve been so lonely here, all by myself...”

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prestonproctors​:

Now he could add turning his snack into a projectile onto the list of things he was embarrassed about already. As well as his inability to flirt. “You, well… well you are, you know.” Hot? Like he looked like he belonged in a magazine hot. Or he could just repeat the other’s choice of word and call him beautiful. “Wet. So… yeah.” That worked too?

“I’m glad to know I’m not the only one that can’t figure this place out.” Clenching his right hand open and closed at his side as he stood there Eddie began to absentmindedly chew on his bottom lip as his oral fixation began to present itself now that he didn’t have the popsicle to sate it. “Do I… do I want to even know what other things in the bathroom is supposed to mean?” He tried to joke.

“You can do a lot of things in the bathroom,” Andre smirks, pushing off of the ledge to float on his back, showing off his impressive chest to the other guy watching him from above.

“But yeah, I meant to go shower and settled for this pool. Still gonna have to clean off all this chlorine later, but whatever. Pool’s nice... you should come in. Unless you don’t know how to swim...”

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prestonproctors​:

Either Eddie was directionally challenged or Preston was purposefully built around some crazy maze design he was getting lost with every turn he took. All the boy wanted to do was head back to his room after getting a popsicle from the kitchen freezer he was shown during orientation but now he wasn’t sure he’d ever make it back. At least he had the popsicle though.

Pushing through another door he stumbled outside onto a patio and was immediately hit with the heavy smell of chlorine and pool cleaner. “They have a pool here? Seriously?” Eddie tried to quiet himself as soon he noticed the man swimming laps in the water. Closing his mouth around the popsicle he chose to just stand there and watch because that would make things less awkward.

“I– what? No! I’m not staring! I don’t even have my phone out I was…” as he tried to vehemently defend himself he wound up throwing the half finished popsicle into the pool beside the stranger. “Dang… I was enjoying that.” He pouted. “I wasn’t trying to creep on you, honest. You just… you distracted me. That’s all. I’m lost.”

Upon first sight, Andre couldn’t help but notice the popsicle in the other guy’s hand, especially when it flung right at him like a projectile. He wondered if this stranger liked sucking on anything else. (This place was doing a serious number on Andre’s horniness, already high enough on a normal day...)

“Distracted by my beauty, you can admit it,” Andre smirks, swimming up to look at the other, much cuter than he assumed from the depths of the pool. “I’m Andre. Sorry about the popsicle.” I got something else you can suck. “Yeah, it’s easy to get lost in this place. I only found this pool cause I was trying to find the bathroom... to shower, not do other things. Better this than nothing, right?”

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perfectionistterrance​:

“Huh, that’s almost cute.” Terrance countered with an arrogant purse of his lips, the corners of his mouth still holding onto his smirk. “You’re going to need more than just confidence to beat me.” Honestly? He wasn’t sure if he was going to win or lose– usually he would have already been stressing himself out a bit because any kind of failure was difficult for him to swallow (even if it was a meaningless race)– but this time he didn’t care. He was relaxed; he was enjoying himself, and he was definitely enjoying every chance he got to check the other man out while they bantered back and forth.

“A massage is the best thing you could come up with? Hey, it’s your choice.” He teased as he held up his hands in mock surprise. “If that’s what you want to turn anything into then be my guest. It’s not like you’re actually going to get the prize.” Winking at Andre, Terrance then moved over to stand beside him before dropping into a loose racing stance. “Ready? We go on my mark.” He paused for a moment, letting some tension build, before he nodded and finally shouted. “Go!”

“Confidence is everything, bruh. Can’t expect to win anything if you don’t convince yourself you aren’t gonna lose, y’know?” To Andre’s credit, there was some truth to that thinking. Manifestation. He heard about it in some book or whatever and decided it was fact, so who could tell him he was wrong?

He gets into position, preparing himself for victory. What he didn’t tell Terrence was that he ran track in high school, and was more than suited to this race. “Just throwing out suggestions. I’m thinking of lots more stuff—” he smirks, before bolting off ahead of the older man as soon as he called “go.”