“What?”
“They’re taken care of, Mikey. Calm down.”
“Oh man.”
She switched on the light. “You okay?”
“I just freaked. I’m sorry.”
“No worries. Let me shower and get dressed and we’ll go back to Liam’s place. He’s cooking dinner.”
“That sounds promising.”
On the way over, Candy decided to ask the question. “Mike, I know you said you love Liam, but are you in love with him?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just trying to get a fix on all this.”
He was silent for a bit, but then said, “I’m not sure. I lean towards no, but you never know what might happen, right?”
“Okay.”
“Okay then.”
Dinner was nearly ready when they got there, so they settled down to have a glass of wine and relax. “After the last month we deserve it. Speaking of which, Mike, you’re getting an assistant.”
“Liam, come on…”
“I’m serious. You work too hard, you’re always edgy these days, and I want my best friend back. So I’m hiring Candy.”
“Candy? Really?”
“Don’t look at me,” she said. “I have no idea how this works.”
A great many emotions crossed Mike’s face in the next minute, but finally he said. “Okay. Fair enough.” Then to Candy he said, “I will not hesitate to fire your pretty ass if you don’t work to my standards.”
“I’ll just rehire her,” Liam told him. “Let’s eat.”
The food and the wine seemed to relax Mike, and before long they were all laughing and talking the way they had done when Candy first joined them.
After dinner they watched a movie together, and then a little bit of porn, just to set the mood. Once it was over and everyone was feeling antsy and ready for a play date, Liam said, “Ladies’ choice tonight. What’s your pleasure, Candy?”
It was something she’d thought about for a long time, but was never sure if it was a great idea or if it would turn out to be a disaster. “I want you both inside me at the same time. And not what we’ve done before with one of you in each orifice. I want you both in my cunt at the same time.”
They exchanged looks. “You sure?” Liam asked.
“Really, hon, we don’t want to hurt you.” And there was every chance they would unintentionally. She was tight and they were both big boys when fully erect.
But Candy was determined to try. “Yeah. I’ll tell you if I can’t manage it.”
They were super careful to bring her off not once but twice before they ever attempted penetration. They wanted her wet and open for this, a fact which she appreciated. She was horny, but she wasn’t insane.
Finally Liam lay down on his back and pulled her over him. “Down,” he said, holding his cock to her slit, and she lowered herself onto him, his prick sliding easily into her slippery channel.
“That feels good, baby,” she crooned. “I love your cock.”
“Mine too?” Mike asked as he positioned himself behind her.
“Yours too. She lay down on top of Liam, breasts flattened against his chest.
“Have I ever told you how much I love being pressed to your ample bosom?” Liam teased.
“You’re sure?” Mike asked. “It looks pretty full from here.”
“I’m sure. I’ll tell you if it doesn’t work.”
“Okay he said. “Hang on.”
“C’mon, baby, look in my eyes,” Liam crooned. “I’m here for you.” His hands were restless on her shoulders and back. Then he reached down, grasped her cheeks and spread them wide, giving Mike an easier passage.
She felt Mike’s cock nudge her a few times, and then with his fingers he pulled her open. Pressing down on Liam’s cock with his, he began to push into Candy’s vagina. “Oh God,” she breathed.
“You okay?”
“Yes, she said, though the discomfort was astounding.
“She okay?” Mike asked.
“Babies come out of there!” she barked at them. “Put that fucker in me!” Then she buried her face against Liam’s chest, determined to tough it out.
And it hurt like hell at first. She’d never been so stretched in her life. It felt like Mike’s cock was going to split her open. Once he was inside her, sheathed as far as he could go, he just held still for a few minutes letting her get used to the bulk of them. When she finally relaxed, he began a slow, shallow thrusting.
When it went from pain to pleasure, Candy wasn’t sure. One minute she was holding it together and the next minute, it was the best fuck ever, an achingly perfect moment with her two men inside her, pressed together as she’d seen so many times. She could imagine it now, after having seen them frotting, could imagine the glide of glans across shaft, the friction, the thick shafts squeezed together by her clenching muscles.
She reached between herself and Liam and touched her clit delicately. She imagined them coming inside her, filling her with a river of milky semen that would slick the way for them to move faster and deeper inside her.
They were both grunting and panting now, giving voice to the most intimate moment the three of them had ever shared. She sobbed with need as they fucked her harder, and her orgasm built once more to an almost unbearable level. She strained towards it and suddenly she felt their cocks firing their loads simultaneously and it triggered her own choking, screaming climax.
She felt as if she might have momentarily lost consciousness. She was splayed across Liam, and Mike was slumped over her backside, both of them still inside her. As they softened, first Mike slipped out, and then Liam, and each time she breathed, “oh no.” She wanted them inside her forever.
Finally they all rolled onto the bed, chests still heaving.
“That was…” Liam began.
“Better than the shower massage,” Candy said.
And Mike said, “Oh yeah.”
If it hadn’t been cool in the room, they might have fallen asleep where they lay, but once the flush was off them and the sweat began to dry, Candy started to shiver. They all three grumbled about it, but managed to get under the covers and into each other’s arms.
“So… that works,” she said. “Good to know.”
A sleepy Mike said, “You just earned a raise.”
She still wasn’t sure how she felt about the arrangement now, whether working for them was a great idea or not. But she did care about them, and she did love fucking them. Maybe, she thought, what she needed to do was just take a leaf from them, and let things happen the way they needed to.
The future always took care of itself.
--THE END--
In the Line of Duty
When up and coming Author Harry O’Brian goes into a military camp to get inspiration for his next, big novel he never dreamed he’d be met with a handsome hunk of a man that was looking to release some of the stress in his life. Harry and Chad were made for each other, with Harry’s slender frame fitting perfectly in Chad’s masculine arms. The two get closer and closer but how does having a same-sex relationship in the midst of a boy’s club hold up?
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Harry lay on his mattress in the middle of a military camp wondering how the hell he’d let his manager talk him into it. He hadn’t put out a novel in a few years now and the novelty of his others had worn thin. People were no longer standing in lines to meet him; they’d dried up all the discussions on his cliff hanger ending and were bored of his once-famous franchise about vampires.
Harry decided to take a different route. To write a realistic account of a military man who happened to be gay and in doing so was asked to visit a base by his manager and join in with the training. As an openly gay male Harry knew this would be the only way for him to get the story of a life time written perfectly and by experience rather than imagination which always sounded better.
Within weeks of saying the words ‘yes, fine’ Harry was whipped up in a helicopter and taken to a camp in the m
iddle of nowhere. It’s there that he met a few guys, all seasoned yet young ‘lads’ who did whatever it is that lads do when they’re alone. A lot of drinking and a lot of swearing.
The guys were left to their own devices being in a remote location, there was no sergeant or commanding officer and they received their orders via a radio once every few weeks which often included the phrase, “nothing to report sir.”
“Yo, Harry!” One of the guys banged on Harry’s door energetically.
Harry answered in a fresh, white t-shirt and black sweat pants after taking two showers throughout the day.
“C’mon man, you’ll miss it.”
The guy left before Harry could ask any questions, he grabbed his pad and headed down to the dining room which acted as the social hub for the unit too.
When he entered he noticed a projector set up displaying a video of a woman and child on the far wall. The men were all sat at the table quietly; it was the first time Harry had seen them show any emotion.
“I miss you Carl,” the woman spoke, her voice cracking as her eyes watered.
Chad was stood at the back of the room at the doors that led out to the courtyard, Harry decided to make his way over and stand next to him, whispering softly so that he didn’t disturb the others.
“What is this?” He asked.
“Once a month we get video messages from home, they come with our supplies so we throw a party.”
Harry looked around; everyone in the base was in the dining hall. All the medical staff, the tech guys and the engineers stood around the room with the military unit sat in the center. There was beer littered about, hotdogs and pizzas on the table and a much more relaxed vibe lingering in the air. It was a beautiful moment, one that Harry hoped he could capture with his writing.
Chad left the room and went out into the courtyard silently. Harry looked on at everyone watching videos of their loved ones; it was a bittersweet moment for him because whilst he enjoyed being a part of what was happening it only reminded him that he had no one waiting for him back home. He jotted down his notes, took a deep breath and left for the courtyard to see what Chad was doing.
Chad stood still gazing up at the stars. It was so clear out in the desert, not a single cloud for miles, only starlight and a bright, full moon glowing in the sky. Harry put his pad away; he stepped next to Chad and enjoyed the scenery.
“You’ll miss all the good food,” He mumbled quietly.
“I’ve grown to like the tinned stuff,” Chad responded.
“What about the videos, not hoping to hear from anyone special?” Harry asked.
“No, there’s no one.”
“No one at all?”
“Not a single person.”
Harry looked at Chad; there wasn’t any pain or sadness in his eyes which indicated he’d been alone for a long time. Not like Harry, who still struggled with the loss of his parents daily.
“I get that,” Harry responded which caught Chad’s attention and gaze.
“You too?”
“Yeah…”
Chad folded his arms and turned back towards the night sky.
“It’s odd,” he muttered.
“Odd?” Harry enquired.
“Everyone who comes here hates it, we have a job to do but we hate it… or we’re supposed to hate it.”
“You don’t hate it?”
Chad looked down to the sand at his feet, the faintest smile crossing his face for a brief moment of time before returning to the cold, blank expression he wore daily.
“I don’t mind it.”
“Because you don’t have anyone?” Harry didn’t pity Chad, he empathized with him.
Chad turned and looked at Harry dead-on. The two stared at one another for a moment in silence. Harry could feel his heart throbbing louder and louder, he was so sure that the noise would echo out into the dead of night as his face turned red and his palms began to shake.
He gulped loudly and took a step back with a nervous laugh.
“I really need a drink,” he stated.
“Aren’t you on the job?” Chad asked.
“I do some of my best work when I can’t see straight.”
“Fair enough,” Chad said as he stepped towards the door.
“By the way,” he added as he stopped suddenly but didn’t turn his head.
“Yes?”
“You said you needed interviews, from each of us, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“We could do mine now, out here, if that’s okay with you.”
Harry smiled and nodded.
“That’d be great.”
Chad didn’t say anything, he walked inside and the moment he left Harry’s line of sight Harry shivered wildly, trying to shake off the nervousness he felt.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” He muttered to himself as he jumped up and down a little on the spot.
Harry had found himself in this situation before, he’d meet a client to do an interview, sit down and realize that the man was the most handsome being he’d ever saw. He’d laugh nervously, gulp heavily and sweat a little but he’d only have to deal with it for an hour before getting up and leaving. Instead, what he had here was a situation in which he was stuck with the rough, manly and incredibly well-built Chad for two entire months. Not only was this highly inappropriate of a New York Times journalist but it was also happening in the midst of a boy’s club that hadn’t always been known for its tolerance of same-sex relationships.
He decided then and there that he couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t allow himself to stir up trouble, feelings or anything other than professionalism when it came to Chad. This was the story of his career, it was something that millions of people would read and a lot would form opinions based on it. Harry had a job to do and no matter how good Chad looked he had to do it right.
The doors to the courtyard opened again and out came Chad holding two folding chairs that he placed face-to-face, handing Harry a beer and taking a seat. Harry looked at the liquid courage in his hand; he swallowed half of it in one gulp and then sighed heavily.
“Everything okay?” Chad noticed the sudden change in Harry’s persona.
“Fine, thank you,” Harry put on a formal tone as he took his seat and put his pad on his knees.
“So, let’s start with your childhood…” He said as he began a series of questions following a structure he used on all the celebrities he’d talked with in the past.
***
Harry lay on his mattress, his hand travelling down his slender body and reaching under his briefs. He allowed himself to give into the wild imagination he had, allowed himself to picture Chad’s muscular body crawling on top of his own, the hairs on his chest brushing against Harry’s smooth torso. Chad’s manly hands would flip Harry over, spread apart his plump, bare cheeks before he drove the entire length of his manhood deep into Harry causing his eyes to water as he cried out from the mixture of pain and pleasure that overwhelmed him.
Unfortunately this image had come at an inopportune time as Harry heard the cheers of the men rising from their beds, or the ones who had refused to go to bed and stayed up drinking all night. Today was fire-arms training and Harry was going to be driven out to a shooting range further into the dessert.
The night before was a blur, Harry tried to limit his alcohol but the more he spoke with Chad the more nervous he became and the more nervous he became the more he ended up drinking. After several by-the-book questions the pair called it quits when three of the men in Chad’s unit came bursting out into the sandy courtyard and decided to have a fist-fight which lasted all of two minutes before they forgot what they were fighting about and decided to drink some more. Chad escorted Harry back to his room and the two shared a lingering stare in the doorway before a call for Chad from the others took Chad back to the dining hall and left Harry yearning for more in his room.
“Harry!” Josh banged on Harry’s door, his voice slurring from his all-night binge.
“Coming!” Harry replied and wished.
He sighed as he sat up, removing the thick blankets as his raging manhood calmed itself. He looked out of the large, square space in the wall to the desert. The vehicles were being stocked with supplies; most of the men were already sat in the back of a truck. Harry smiled as he saw the back of Chad, a patch of sweat on his white, tank-top rendering it see-through and revealing his muscular back.
Chad turned around for a brief moment, met Harry’s gaze and lifted a single hand to say hello. Harry did the same before heading for his bag and picking out an appropriate outfit to fire guns in which it turned out was a cameo t-shirt and sweat pants.
Once Harry had applied his dry-shampoo to rid himself of tangled locks and brushed his teeth using a hole in the ground as a sink he was ready to go. He hopped on the back of one of the two trucks which didn’t happen to hold Chad and they set off. He was sat with Josh, two more of the unit’s men and a medic as one of the engineers drove onwards.
The truck bumped and quaked as it made its way over large sand dunes. The journey was silent as everyone on the vehicle seemed to be the ones that had chosen to spend the night drinking. Harry tried several times to make conversation and ask questions for his piece but he was met with grunts or blank, mindless stares like that of a bag-boy at the tail end of a fifteen hour shift.
Twenty minutes later and the truck came to a halt. Everyone jumped off, mumbling to themselves and grunting with aches as they made their way to a large, metal warehouse covered in sand. The building was old, the roof had holes in it and light shone from the gaps in all different directions leaving little rays of visible dust floating in the air. About three meters in were sandbags, beyond them were targets ranging from a few meters to the other side of the long building. Harry pulled out his pad and took a seat behind the men as he watched them go through their routine.
“Why don’t you guys practice back at the base?” He asked as he folded his legs into a table for his pad.
“Two reasons,” Chad appeared as he walked into the building last and passed by Harry.
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