Active Duty

by Active Duty- Gay Military Erotic Romance [Cleis MM] (retail) (epub)

  Liquid warmth exploded across Weare’s tongue, salty and slightly sweet. Weare swallowed it down. The pressure and hot male stink in the air intensified. Time froze. The world held its breath.

  Eventually, Collins spoke. “Turn around.”

  Weare exhaled and shifted on the bunk. “What—?”

  “Trust me.”

  Collins yanked down the younger man’s shorts, baring his ass to warm breaths and more of those possibilities. Before Weare could comment or protest, cool, dense liquid drizzled over his most private flesh. Joy replaced worry. Weare shoved his face into his pillow to bury the laughter.

  After setting down the bottle of chocolate syrup, Collins lowered his mouth to Weare’s asshole and feasted.

  Now they stood together in a different country, a different time and political climate. They were the same men, however.

  Collins smiled. “You’re here.”

  “Couldn’t keep me away,” Weare said. “And now that I am…no more secrets. No more lies.”

  “Great to see you,” Collins said.

  Weare leaned closer. “Truly, dude. I’ve missed you. Oh, how much…”

  Collins reached into his front pocket. The motion of his fingers captured Weare’s focus, and his mind drifted. From that wonderland between his legs, Collins produced a fresh lollypop and handed it over. Cherry. “Welcome home.”

  Weare accepted the gift. Home? It sure felt like it.

  SEMPER FI WRESTLERS

  Bearmuffin

  Master Sergeant Bill O’Conner couldn’t think of a better job to have than to be wrestling in the Marines. He got to coach hunky, muscular wrestlers every day and traveled to bases around the world recruiting studs for the United States Marine Corps All-Marine Wrestling Team.

  This month he was at the wrestling camp at Camp Pendleton in San Diego County. The All-Marine team was reestablished each year with tryouts, “wrestle-offs” that were held to see who would ultimately make the team. More than anything he wanted to have an all-gay team that he could be proud of.

  Now that it was cool to be gay in the military, he was able to recruit more openly gay wrestlers to the fold. He was fifty and had been a Marine since he was twenty-five. He remembered the old days of military homophobia and now with the new freedoms he would be able to hook up with other like-minded athletic studs without fear of reprisal.

  His confidence and innate wisdom, in addition to his natural authoritative and commanding presence, inspired a kind of old-fashioned hero worship in his men. Old-fashioned in the sense that it would not be going too far to say that Master Sergeant O’Conner elicited the kind of undying allegiance and love known in ancient times in Greece or Rome.

  He was tall and built like a tackle, all of it pure solid muscle. Not only did he have a football player’s rugged good looks but his chin was strong, his jaw angular. His crew cut was razor sharp. His deep-set dark eyes, thick brows and trimmed mustache made him the perfect Marine Daddy, especially with that distinguished touch of gray at the temples.

  And no one appreciated a daddy more than Sergeant Tom Hansen, from Boise, Idaho.

  Sergeant Hansen stood three inches shorter than O’Conner’s six-foot-two. Even so, he had a sizzling symmetrical physique. He was Ivy League handsome with brown hair flecked with gold. His eyes were a pale blue and they enhanced his dazzling smile. O’Conner was beside himself with lust and wanted to kiss Sergeant Hansen’s mouth for hours. He wanted to stick his tongue down Hansen’s throat, grab his buns of steel and hold him tight. Then O’Conner would rub his hefty cock all over Hansen’s amazing, ripped midsection and spooge all over those hard-as-steel six-pack abs.

  O’Conner went crazy watching Hansen wrestle. O’Conner wanted to wrestle that six-pack-abbed, hard-bodied hunk so bad he could taste Hansen’s jockstrap sweat. Yeah, he’d pin Hansen. He’d grab his thick thighs, spread them apart and suck his asshole for hours. Then O’Conner would sit on Hansen’s face and let him rim him. Then he’d fuck the living daylights out of Sergeant Hansen.

  The feeling was mutual. Hansen instantly noted the black fur fanning over O’Conner’s broad pecs and he could see tufts of it poking out through the neck hole of O’Conner’s regulation white T-shirt stretched over his barrel chest. His thick nipples tented his shirt. He was attracted to O’Conner’s mesmerizing masculinity, his powerful erotic charisma.

  Hansen saw how O’Conner’s blue gym trunks exposed his hairy, burly legs. O’Conner’s jockstrap peeped out over the waistband of his shorts. Many a time Hansen had fantasized about getting O’Conner’s jockstrap, sniffing it and jacking off while he tripped out on O’Conner’s ripe, masculine smells.

  The Marine wrestling camp was two months long. Naturally, hard-core physical training and wrestling were involved that pushed the wrestlers to their limits. They really had to prove to O’Conner that they had what it took to be an All-Marine wrestler. And if a hot and sweaty practice bout led to some hot man-to-man action on or off the mat that was all the better.

  Three pairs of wrestlers grappled on the mats, scuffling and groaning, their hot young bodies streaked with sweat. Within minutes the gym was permeated with the arousing odor of manly jock-sweat. The stench excited O’Conner. His cock twitched and his balls rumbled with lust. With a pair of alert, narrowed eyes, O’Conner watched Hansen wrestle Corporal Smith.

  O’Conner was thrilled with Smith’s beefy farm-boy masculinity. Smith was a tower of solid muscle slabbed onto his perfectly proportioned frame, which was highlighted by great pecs and washboard abs. His light brown hair was streaked with gold. His killer smile and cobalt blue eyes instantly mesmerized everyone. Smith hailed from Minnesota.

  Endless hours in the gym had honed Smith’s muscular frame to spectacular perfection. The nineteen-year-old stud sported a tight, hard bubble butt that took your breath away, even more so when it was framed by the straps of a white jock that emphasized the deep, rich tan of his smooth skin. Smith always wore his jockstrap a size too small. He loved the way it lewdly displayed his meaty cock and big balls.

  O’Conner’s heart thumped whenever he got a gander at the young wrestler’s hot pecs, powerful muscles and terrific bubble butt stuffed inside his wrestling singlet. Smith had thick nipples, the kind that O’Conner could chew on for a week.

  As O’Conner watched Corporal Smith grapple with Sergeant Hansen, he became more agitated. He couldn’t resist squeezing the ever-thickening bulge inside his jockstrap.

  O’Conner could always tell when a couple of wrestlers were fucking each other. Yeah. He was sure of it. Smith and Hansen were fuckbuddies!

  Now he really wanted to get a finger up Smith’s hot bubble butt. O’Conner rubbed his crotch some more, then he adjusted his jockstrap, pulling the sweat-soaked pouch away from his thick cock and turgid balls.

  Suddenly, O’Conner noticed that Smith was staring at him. Smith’s wolfish grin intrigued the coach. O’Conner smiled. Studs were naturally attracted to his magnificent virile beauty. He exuded such machismo that the testosterone bounced off the walls. The whole room could sense the power.

  O’Conner was getting hornier by the minute. He needed to pop his wad. So he wasn’t going to waste any more time. Practice was about over anyway. O’Conner blew his whistle.

  “Okay, men,” he barked. “Showers!”

  Smith and Hansen were walking toward the locker room but O’Conner stopped them with an authoritative hand.

  “Smith, you stay here. Work on your takedowns. They’re sloppy.”

  Hansen joined the other studs in a mad rush to the showers. O’Conner immediately noticed how Smith’s crotch was bulging. He’d popped a huge boner wrestling with Hansen and it poked out, lewdly tenting his singlet.

  “Okay,” O’Conner said, pointing to the mat. “Let’s see a gut-wrench.”

  O’Conner and Smith wrestled. O’Conner quickly toppled Smith right on his sweet bubble-ass. O’Conner mashed his crotch against Smith’s face on purpose, and chuckled when he felt it swell agai
nst the Corporal. He reached behind Smith and grabbed his ass. He rubbed his hands up and down Smith’s ass, pushing the Lycra into his ass-crack. O’Conner jabbed his fingers inside Smith’s ass, flipping the wrestler over in a perfect gut-wrench.

  But O’Conner was surprised when Smith suddenly rallied and applied a hammerlock. O’Conner could hardly breathe because Smith had pressed his crotch right on his face.

  O’Conner felt Smith’s cock swell up against his face. Purposefully, O’Conner jabbed his fingers harder into Smith’s butt. Even though he had a singlet on, Smith could feel O’Conner’s fingers invade his hole. He cried out with pain and lust. O’Conner’s fingers wiggled inside his butt some more. O’Conner suddenly felt Smith’s cock spasm and bolt and then shoot hot cum into his jock. There was so much cum, it seeped through both jock and singlet. O’Conner’s face was soaked with Smith’s potent cum.

  O’Conner countered with a dazzling scissors hold right around Smith’s neck. Once again he purposely mashed his groin against the young stud’s face. O’Conner felt Smith’s struggling body smashing against him, and Smith’s muffled moans and groans blasting against his crotch. O’Conner was just too fucking strong for the lusty Smith who was trying to break free from the master sergeant’s powerful hold.

  All that rubbing and thrashing was giving O’Conner a major hard-on. He ground his crotch all over Smith’s face, until his cock throbbed harder than before. Suddenly, he cried out and spurts of cum exploded from his pisser, soaking through his singlet to drench Smith’s astonished face with cum.

  A triumphant O’Conner leaped up, gazing down at the defeated Smith.

  “Next time, winner fucks the loser!”

  Of course, it was more than just having sex for O’Conner. He wasn’t a snob and paid no attention to rank, and he approached and enjoyed having sex with the men under his charge and treated them as equals. He truly loved them in every sense of the word and the newfound freedoms in the military made the enjoyment of homosexual love so much better in every way.

  The next morning O’Conner was working out in the weight room.

  He admired himself in the mirror. A clean, white jockstrap hugged his big cock and fat balls. He had just gunned off a few barbell sets. He started flexing and posing for his own amusement.

  “Fuck!” O’Conner roared smugly. He was supremely pleased with his wonderfully muscled body. He ran a hand over his hard abs, relishing the feel of firm muscle under his sweaty palms. His blue eyes glowed with manly pride.

  Sergeant Biff Stevens entered the room. O’Conner grinned, and his eyes flashed. The twenty-two-year-old sergeant stood tall. He had a powerful build, all of it pure muscle. He was from Montana. He had a shock of brown hair that fell over his forehead into his sexy brown eyes. His sharp, angular features were emphasized by a blunt nose with flared nostrils.

  Sergeant Stevens wore regulation green gym shorts and a T-shirt. He was ready for a workout but didn’t expect to run into O’Conner. All the same, he was proud to be under O’Conner’s tutelage and Stevens’s manly chest swelled with pride at the thought that he would do anything to please the older man, thoughts that made his cock bolt and his anal puckers twitch with anticipation.

  Right now, O’Conner felt especially randy. He felt like blowing Sergeant Stevens’s mind.

  “These fucking glutes are so tight,” O’Conner said. “I can stick a dime in them and you’d never be able to get it out.”

  Stevens’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He stood transfixed, his mind blown by the astonishing sight of a sweaty O’Conner wearing nothing but a jockstrap. O’Conner was truly an awesome specimen of butch manhood.

  “Go ahead. Here’s a dime.” O’Conner tossed it to Stevens. “Stick it up my ass and I’ll show you!”

  Stevens was trembling. O’Conner grinned.

  “Don’t be scared,” O’Conner said. “I won’t bite!”

  O’Conner laughed. Stevens was nervous, all right. O’Conner turned around, resting his palms on his knees. He thrust his butt out at Stevens. O’Conner felt a cool rush of air rustling the silky hairs trapped between his ass-cleft. “Go ahead,” O’Conner barked. “Put it in!”

  Stevens gulped, pulled back O’Conner’s left buttock, and inserted the dime. He noticed that O’Conner’s skin was smooth as satin. He could smell O’Conner’s powerful masculine scent, which aroused him in spite of himself.

  “Yeah!” O’Conner hissed when he felt Stevens’s fingers brush his ass. If only Stevens would stick a finger up his ass. O’Conner’s cock jerked at the thought.

  Sergeant Stevens felt heavy-duty twinges assaulting his groin. An unexpected sensation of lust began to burn from deep within him, radiating throughout his body.

  “Yeah,” O’Conner hissed. “Look at those glutes.” His back was turned to Sergeant Stevens. O’Conner posed and flexed for Stevens who was simply awestruck at this spectacular display of muscle.

  “Rock hard! Rock hard!” O’Conner roared.

  He spun his head around and glared at Stevens, a challenging grin on his kisser.

  “Just try and get that sucker out!”

  But Stevens wavered for a moment, so O’Conner lost his customary cool.

  “Do it!” he yelled, his lips twisting into an angry snarl.

  Stevens placed both hands on each cheek. O’Conner’s butt was hard, solid, hot. O’Conner’s intense body heat dazzled Stevens. It felt sizzling to the touch.

  Stevens tried to pry apart O’Conner’s cheeks but, true to his word, O’Conner kept the dime firmly clenched inside his ass.

  Stevens finally gave up. “It’s no use,” he said.

  “Give up?” O’Conner was triumphant. Stevens was speechless.

  O’Conner suddenly bent over and let out a victorious cry as the dime popped out from his ass, flew against the wall, bounced off and ricocheted back to Stevens, landing right at his feet. O’Conner’s wild laughter echoed off the walls.

  “Pretty neat trick, huh? Let’s see you do it.”

  “I dunno, sir,” Stevens said sheepishly.

  “What’s the problem?” O’Conner growled, glaring at Stevens with narrowed eyes.

  “Seems sort of silly,” Stevens replied, surprised at his boldness.

  “Silly? Silly?” O’Conner’s nostrils flared. “Nothing silly around here unless I say so. You got that, Sergeant?”

  “Yes, sir!” Stevens shouted instinctively, standing at attention.

  “Fuckin’ A Right!” O’Conner roared. “That’s more like it. Now turn around and bend over!” Stevens was nervous, trembling, a drop of sweat trickling down his left temple. O’Conner was chuckling under his breath. He rubbed his hands all over Stevens’s hard butt.

  “Ya got nice glutes,” O’Conner said.

  Stevens felt his heart pumping, and his knees were shaking. He was wondering what O’Conner was going to do next. He clenched his buttocks together around O’Conner’s finger. But O’Conner slapped Stevens’s butt really hard. “Hold it, stud!”

  O’Conner held his finger inside Stevens’s butt, then he pressed it farther, probing until he reached the anal ring which was tight and impenetrable like a fortress. “Relax, stud,” O’Conner ordered. He stuck his finger in the hole and popped it through the ring. Sergeant Stevens gasped when he felt O’Conner probing farther up his butthole until he reached his prostate.

  O’Conner began massaging Stevens’s prostate. Stevens gulped, and sweat streamed over his face. It was a first for Stevens. He was overwhelmed by the wonderful sensations elicited by O’Conner’s strumming fingers. Stevens’s cock began to twitch and swell in response to O’Conner’s expertise.

  “Sir?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Sir, I feel like,” Stevens’s voice trailed off. His face was beet red.

  “Feel like what?” O’Conner chuckled to himself. He knew what was happening.

  “If you keep that up, it feels like I’m gonna cum.”

  “Feels great, don’t it?”<
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  “Yes, sir.”

  “So I’ll just keep on doing it. Okay with you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  O’Conner pressed himself against Stevens. His sweaty chest stuck to Stevens’s broad back. His breath brushed against Stevens’s earlobes. “You’re one hot man,” O’Conner whispered inside Stevens’s ear. Stevens felt one of O’Conner’s hands slide under his arm and begin to rub his abs.

  As O’Conner ran a hand over Stevens’s proud abs, he continued to massage Stevens’s prostate. Stevens’s head thrust backward, and his mouth flew open. His soft, lust-tinged sighs of pleasure gradually grew louder. O’Conner was playing with his abs now, rubbing the hard muscle with his hand. Then he caressed the firm mounds of his pecs.

  “Hot pecs,” O’Conner whispered into Stevens’s ear.

  The wrestler could smell O’Conner’s salty body scent. It was exhilarating. Now Stevens’s cock was hard, erect. O’Conner reached down and began to fondle it. He squeezed the shaft, and Stevens’s hot veins pumped lustfully against his palm.

  He moved down to cup the heavy balls and fondle them inside the scrotum. Stevens suddenly groaned, so O’Conner removed his fingers from Stevens’s butt to begin playing with his nipples, first lightly nipping them with his fingernails and then squeezing the rubbery nuggets between his fingers.

  “You take over,” O’Conner whispered. He removed his hand from Stevens’s balls. Stevens began to masturbate as O’Conner reinserted his fingers up Stevens’s ass to continue massaging his prostate. With the other hand, O’Conner gingerly caressed Stevens’s left pec.

  O’Conner was playing Stevens like a piano. He knew how to trip him out, until each raw nerve felt like liquid fire. The sexual electricity was burning into Stevens’s raw nerves until he could hold back no more.

  Stevens was panting.

  “Fuck! Oh, sir!”

  “Yeah?”

  Stevens clenched his eyes.

  “Ah!”

  “You’re gonna shoot?”

  Stevens’s mouth was wide open.