“The first is the noise, we’d be sending a signal of our location out to anyone in the desert,” as Chad continued he went towards a locker behind the sandbags and used a key to open it, pulling out a large sniper.
“The second is safety, whilst we’re all trained marksmen accidents do happen, some of these bullets can pierce stone walls and on the other side of those walls could be medical staff.”
“Okay,” Harry spoke quietly as he jotted down his notes.
“Well,” Chad spoke out to Harry as he stood still glaring at him.
“Well?”
Chad handed out the gun, holding it in both hands flat on his palms in Harry’s direction.
“I told you before; you have to be a part of this too.”
Harry became extremely uncomfortable looking at the weapon. He began to stutter as he tried to protest but Chad’s heavy sigh gave Harry the impression that he was annoying Chad and that’s the last thing he wanted.
“Okay,” Harry put on his smile, the same smile he used when getting a story he didn’t really want to write, got up and walked over to Chad.
The pair stood at the very end of the large, open room with the wall to their right and the nearest person out of ear-shot. The other men got on with their training as usual as Chad showed Harry how to hold the gun and look through the scope.
“It’s all about breathing,” Chad made his way behind Harry, taking over his body to control Harry’s aim.
“Breathing…” Harry repeated as he found it harder to breathe slowly in the close presence of Chad who had pushed up against his back as he raised his arms.
“Now, finger on the trigger,” Chad said softly into Harry’s ear as he caressed his hand and put it into place, placing his finger on top of Harry’s as it lightly touched the trigger.
“Aim,” Chad’s voice was different this close, there was a gentleness to it Harry hadn’t heard before.
“Fire.”
Chad pushed down on Harry’s finger and the gun fired, the recoil shocked Harry and pushed him hard against Chad. In that moment he felt a large, pulsating object pressing between his firm cheeks. Chad seemed to be aroused, very aroused and it was obvious to both of them that Harry could feel it.
Harry turned his head, his face bright red as he went to look at Chad who kept a blank expression.
“How did I do?” Harry muttered nervously.
“You’re good,” Chad looked at him, the two’s lips closing in as they forgot where they were and what they were supposed to be doing.
“Hey!” Suddenly Josh cried out and caused the two to fly apart just as fast as the bullet had shot from the gun.
“Yeah?” Chad walked down to Josh to speak with him leaving Harry confused, horny and yearning for more.
***
Harry paced his room, his notes scattered across the desk he was provided with as his journal lay on the ground. He’d been writing his own records of the time he’d spent at the base, records that would never make it to the press but would be treasured by Harry forever. He sat down on the ground, looking over the description of Chad’s body pressed against his own. His own writing began to turn him on, he wanted to relive that moment over and over but didn’t understand what it meant.
He hadn’t had the chance to speak with Chad again. Chad never made his way back up to Harry after the one shot was fired, nor did he ride in the same truck with him back to the base. Harry had come up with dozens of excuses for Chad as he tried to explain what happened to himself. Perhaps it was the close-contact after being alone in the desert for months? Perhaps it was the adrenaline? Perhaps Chad had a thing for guns?
As Harry ran his hand through his hair there was a bang on his door that made him jump. He got up and tried to compose himself, placing his journal and notes neatly on the desk before heading to the door. However, before he could reach the handle it swung open and Chad walked in. He had a fire in his eyes, a burning glare that Harry was almost frightened of. He didn’t say a word, shutting the door behind him with a foot before walking closer to Harry.
“Chad?” Harry backed up until he hit the wall behind him but Chad didn’t stop until his larger body was pressed against the younger man’s.
“Chad…” Harry muttered softly this time, his hands shaking nervously by his sides as he looked up at the taller man’s sharp jaw and rugged face.
Chad put one of his large, manly hands on Harry’s soft, pale face and lifted up his chin. He leaned down, his tongue forcing its way inside Harry’s mouth and ripping the air from his lungs. Harry’s knees wobbled, his feet became numb as his stomach turned. He felt as light as a feather for a moment until Chad removed himself, making the reality of what just happened add a ton of weight to the younger man’s body resulting in him using every ounce of strength he had just to stay upright.
“This doesn’t go in the book. You understand me?” Chad had a serious tone in his voice.
Harry couldn’t speak; only nod silently as he stared into Chad’s piercing eyes.
Chad came down again, this time one hand gripped Harry’s blonde locks as the other travelled down his back into the lower arch above his cheeks. He pulled Harry closer, pressing up against him as his large, throbbing dick beat as heart as Harry’s heart. He grabbed Harry’s hand, took over his body like he had earlier that day and put it down his pants. Harry felt the large, thick shaft and gently stroked it as Chad kissed him once more, the pair moaning as their tongues danced together.
When Chad was done with the kiss he pulled away, removing Harry’s hand from his shaft and grabbed the young man by the shoulders. He put him on his knees on the mattress, pulled out his thick meat and ran a hand through Harry’s hair.
“Suck it,” he ordered Harry like he ordered his men.
Harry looked at the large, thick shaft before him. He gulped heavily like he always did when nerves took over before slowly making his way towards it, kissing down the length of it, listening to Chad moan, worshiping it with his tongue before making his way back to the tip and slowly taking it in. Instinct had taken over, his wild imagination being acted out scene-for-scene as he took as much of Chad in as he could.
However, despite Harry’s best efforts Chad was a hard man to please. As Harry pulled away Chad forced him further onto his shaft. He pulled the younger man’s hair forwards and choked him with his thick dick until he saw Harry’s eyes water, only letting him go for a mere moment to catch his breath. Harry looked at Chad from the ground, he knew he’d have to do better if he wanted to make a lasting impression and he was prepared to go all the way.
Harry tried again, this time taking in every inch of Chad despite the object hitting the back of his throat. He kept going, kept sucking, and kept pleasing Chad as best as he could as the taller man ran a hand through his hair. Chad pulled Harry’s face back, grabbed his shaft and beat it against Harry’s lips. His pre-cum flew across Harry’s face, covering him, soaking his soft, pale skin as a smirk breached Chad’s lips. He loved seeing this younger man covered in his fluids as if he’d marked him as his own.
Chad moaned at the sight of the submissive man he’d gotten on his knees but it still wasn’t enough. He needed more, he needed to feel his shaft breach those firm cheeks that teased him at the firing range. He pushed Harry down, knocking him onto the mattress and hoisted his behind up by his back legs. He pulled Harry’s sweat pants down along with his white briefs and slapped his huge meat against the yearning, smooth, pink hole that anticipated him.
As Harry tried to raise his head Chad pushed it back down against the sheets forcing Harry to give him the perfect arch. Harry knew Chad was calling the shots and he was fine with that, he was fine taking some pain with his pleasure if it meant pleasing Chad.
Chad spit into his hand, he rubbed his warm saliva over Harry’s hole and then dug a single of his manly, thick fingers into it causing Harry to cry out and whimper.
“Chad!” Harry moans made Chad throb so hard it began to hurt him, he knew he had to
unload now or risk hurting Harry even more than he already had.
Chad held Harry’s hips with one hand as he other guided his dick into Harry’s body. He watched as the head vanished inside of him, listened as Harry cried out and then rammed the rest deep into his hole in an uncontrollable fit of lust. Harry’s eyes watered once more as he screamed into the sheets. Chad was the largest man he’d ever taken, his shaft stretching Harry out more than anyone else ever had, going deeper than anyone else ever had. Chad ran a hand into Harry’s hair as he began to thrust in and out of the younger man’s body and moan.
“That feels fucking good,” he cursed as another smirk ran across his face.
Harry clenched his eyes shut as he adjusted to the feeling of the large shaft running through him. He tightened his fists, bit into the sheets and tried to hold on as his dick throbbed wildly between his legs. Chad was hitting the right spot every, single time making Harry seep with pre-cum that dropped onto the mattress. Harry tried several times to grab his shaft but he could barely move, he was at the mercy of a much taller, much more muscular man who wasn’t going to let him do anything until he’d shot his load.
Chad began to shake as he thrust, the upcoming explosion running through his thick shaft as he tried desperately to linger in the moment. He looked down at Harry’s frame, his hands groping the younger man’s cheeks and spreading them wide apart as he buried himself deeper in Harry’s body.
“Fuck!” Chad cried out as he drove the entire length into Harry and began to shoot his load deep in the younger man’s body, filling him to the brim as he collapsed on top of him.
Harry cried out moments later, the sharpness of Chad pressing against that sweet spot made him spill without having to touch himself. He howled upwards towards the ceiling as he came over and over under himself, the weight of Chad a top his body forced him downwards into his own mess as he lost the feeling in his arms and legs.
The pair lay still for a moment; Harry both covered and filled with fluids whilst Chad was damp with sweat. Chad pulled out, still semi-hard and almost ready to go again. He looked at Harry’s weak, trembling frame and realised what he’d just done. Feelings he’d denied for the same sex for years rushed to the surface but in the aftermath of his climax he almost felt sick.
He pulled up his pants, turned and left without a single word to Harry who just lay there too exhausted to question or chase after Chad.
***
It was Harry’s second month with the unit. They were all assembling in the courtyard to do their daily exercise and training course which Harry had been taking part in for weeks. Chad stood at one end, shouting orders and motivation at everyone as Harry stood in line at the other end. The pair hadn’t spoken for two weeks and whilst Harry didn’t have a problem being the one-night-stand to a hunky, military man he did have a problem being treated coldly by someone who came knocking on his door for sex.
One by one the unit set off onto the course, running up the ramp, jumping over to climb the wall and monkey bars before descending to crawl under the wire. Harry’s body was aching, he had pushed his limits and in the short time he’d been in the desert he was already starting to form muscles in places he’d never thought he’d have them. However a diet of tinned food couldn’t help build his abs to the level Chad or his unit had sculpted them over many years of hard work and dedication but he felt proud of what he’d accomplished in such a short space of time.
Chad looked on from the side lines at the determination on Harry’s face but when Harry turned to meet Chad’s gaze he felt as if the muscular man was looking through him coldly.
Chad turned around; he began to walk off with the men as they finished the course. Harry was angry; infuriated that he was being ignored after what Chad had done with him. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t force this and whilst he didn’t reject it he still didn’t deserve the treatment he was getting.
Harry leapt from the starting line in a fit of rage, roaring loudly as he ran up the ramp and leaped to the other side. He grabbed hold of the rope dangling from the wall and began to climb it. A part of him felt like he had something to prove to Chad whilst the other part argued he owed Chad nothing.
In his rage Harry misjudged his footwork and rammed his foot into a hole in the wall that it got trapped in. As he struggled to climb up further he began to panic, he yelped in pain as he used all of his meet to pull himself free but in doing so he let go of the rope and tumbled down to the ground hitting the sand head-first. Everything went blurry, everything went white. Harry could only hear a buzzing sound, the sound of white-noise ringing out as he lay still and watched shadows of people hovering around him and muttering indistinguishable dialogue.
Heaviness fell over Harry’s eyes, one he didn’t fight or attempt to evade. He gave himself over to the darkness infecting his sight until finally he drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Everything was silent for a moment, in the space between losing consciousness and waking up Harry experienced a moment of complete, utter silence. He couldn’t think, feel or comprehend what was happening and yet there was an awareness that let him know he was sleeping unwillingly.
His fingers twitched, his toes curled and the sound of muttering rang in his ears.
“How he is?” A voice ran through his ears.
“He should be up at any moment, he’ll need to stay in bed for a few days though for observation but that’s just so his manager doesn’t get on my ass about it.”
“Thank you.”
Harry opened his eyes and a green fabric met his gaze.
“Where…” he muttered as he tried to sit up.
“Hey now!” Chad called out and rushed to his side, preventing him from getting up.
“You hit your head, lie back down,” Chad said as he lowered Harry back into the pillow.
“Where am i?” Harry mumbled as if to himself.
“The medical tent,” Chad replied.
“You fell off the wall from the top and hit your head on the ground, you’re lucky there was plenty of sand or you could’ve cracked your skull open.”
Suddenly all the memories of Chad’s dismissive behavior came flooding back into Harry’s mind which was already hosting the worst headache he’d ever felt.
“What’s it to you,” he said in a angst-ridden, teenage-tantrum manner as he folded his arms and sat up a little more, turning his head away from Chad.
Chad went silent; he looked at Harry in the bed and felt more relief than he ever had before. He’d spent two days by his side, two days sat in an uncomfortable folding chair and skipping his meals just to be there when Harry finally woke up. He knew what he had done was wrong and now he also knew that he couldn’t deny it any longer.
“It’s everything to me,” he said with a stern voice.
“I’m worried about you, I might not have earned that right but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re okay.”
Whilst Harry had told himself at various points in his life that no matter how nice the guy is after he’s been a jerk there was no way he’d just forgive him, he couldn’t help but break out in a smile as his heart began to beat wildly against his chest.
“Well…” Harry muttered.
“I didn’t deserve what happened Chad.”
“I know.”
“And if we’re doing this then I won’t tolerate it again.”
“I know.”
The two sat in silence until Harry finally let his stubbornness subside and gave into the joy he felt at the sight of Chad’s concern for him.
“Kiss me,” he muttered the words but they were just as clear as any order given in the military.
Chad smiled, leaping from his seat to kiss Harry as he held his face with both hands.
“Ouch,” Harry hissed as the overbearing presence of the muscular man hurt his aching body.
“Sorry,” Chad shot off Harry and looked him up and down to make sure he was okay.
“No, it’s worth it,” Harry smirked before p
ulling Chad close to him again and kissing him once more.
--THE END--
In Training
When Simon, a reporter for channel five, is whisked off to a military facility in the middle of the forests of Africa, little did he know he’d find himself drawn to the tall, dark-skinned and very handsome hunk Charles. Charles is a veteran, serving since he finished high-school and now thirty-two years old with a ripped torso and hairy chest. He gives the small, young, blonde man a run for his money when the two get closer and Charles begins to show Simon just how much stamina he has. .
****
Since coming to the base for a channel five report Simon had been infatuated with the tall, dark and handsome Charles. He was the leader of this unit, the man in charge and a hunk of one at that. Simon had been lingering around him, hoping to learn more but Charles was distant. Despite this the two had shared a few conversations and in those brief moments Simon was certain that there was a spark.
Simon 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 Charles’s muscular, black body crawling on top of his own, the hairs on his chest brushing against Simon’s smooth torso. Charles’s manly hands would flip Simon over; spread apart his plump, bare cheeks before he drove the entire length of his manhood deep into Simon 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 Simon 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 Simon was going to be driven out to a shooting range further into the dessert.
“Simon!” Clark banged on Simon’s door, his voice slurring from his all-night binge.
“Coming!” Simon replied and wished.
He sighed as he sat up, removing the thick blankets as his raging dick calmed itself. He looked out of the large, square space in the wall to the forest. The vehicles were being stocked with supplies; most of the men were already sat in the back of a truck. Simon smiled as he saw the back of the dark-skinned Charles, a patch of sweat on his white, tank-top rendering it see-through and revealing his muscular back.
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