by Active Duty- Gay Military Erotic Romance [Cleis MM] (retail) (epub)
“Aww!”
“Lemme see that wad!”
Stevens’s muscles were quaking.
“Fuck!”
“Shoot that fucking load!”
“Unngh! Unngh!”
Stevens’s nuts were aching for release. His breath escaped from his sensuous lips in ragged groans.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Yeah, stud! Shoot your load!”
Stevens arched back, smashing against O’Conner’s broad chest.
“Shoot that load! Shoot it for me!”
Sergeant Stevens exploded, the cum rushing out of his cock, hitting the floor, splashing everywhere. His body went into hot spasms, slamming back against O’Conner’s finger until the coach’s knobby knuckles were digging deep against his crack. Stevens tossed his head back, his mouth open in an agonizing scream of pleasure, as he unleashed more of his cum. It shot forward in long thick spurts that arched up and splattered all over the floor.
“That was hot, stud!” O’Conner said.
Sergeant Stevens smiled.
“See ya at practice tomorrow!” O’Conner said.
O’Conner slipped on his sweats and sprinted out the door leaving Stevens to soak up the cum-streaked floor with his own jockstrap.
The next day, after a good solid hour of pumping iron, O’Conner went to the gym showers. He could always find some hot wrestler there to fuck.
Sure enough, Hansen was there lathering his big beefy body. So O’Conner stripped and joined him. O’Conner just reached up, going right for Hansen’s meaty pecs. He rubbed Hansen’s nipples between his fingers, pulling and tugging on those tender stud-nipples ever so gently. He flicked the edge of his fingernails over the tender tips of Hansen’s nipples, making the young wrestler gasp with pleasure.
O’Conner was still horny. His puckers twitched. His cock bolted again. He wanted to fuck Hansen’s ass.
“Bend over! I’m going to ream ya, son!” O’Conner barked.
Hansen grabbed the faucets as he bent over to expose his sweet ass for O’Conner’s pleasure. Hansen thrust his butt against O’Conner’s hard cock. O’Conner rubbed the knobby head along Hansen’s puckers.
O’Conner groaned. “Like that?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Ya love my cock against your ass, son?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Ya got such a hot body.” O’Conner’s hands were running all over Hansen’s wet body. “So fucking hot.”
O’Conner loved to see the fine golden hairs whorling on Hansen’s hot ass. He ran his hands over each cheek, the silk gliding under his rough hands.
O’Conner whispered in Hansen’s ear, his lips brushing against Hansen’s peach fuzzed earlobe. “I want to fuck you, Hansen.”
“Yeah.”
“You want me to, don’t you, Hansen?
“Oh yeah, Coach. Yeah!”
O’Conner placed a hand over Hansen’s abs. He felt the excitement surging through Hansen’s sweating body. O’Conner wrapped his hand around the horny wrestler’s cock. It bobbed wildly as O’Conner continued to whisper hypnotically into Hansen’s ear, his hot breath mingling with the wrestler’s heavy sighs.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Sergeant. Good and slow.”
O’Conner squeezed Hansen’s cock. It throbbed with lust.
“Gonna put my cock up your ass.”
“Right, sir!”
“I’m gonna ram my fuckin’ cock up your ass!”
“Right, sir! Do it!” Hansen anxiously wiggled his butt back and forth. “Fuck my hole!”
O’Conner teased Hansen’s puckers with the spasming knob of his cock. He circled it along Hansen’s twitching hole, coating it with precum. Hansen gasped with macho pleasure, hoping that O’Conner would fuck him good and hard.
Be careful what you wish for, you’ll usually get it.
Because O’Conner plunged his cock right inside Hansen’s hole.
Hansen screamed, he wailed. O’Conner was ramming into his butt.
“You’re getting fucked. Fucked real good!”
O’Conner laughed when Hansen tried to wrench himself free. O’Conner continued to plunge his cock up Hansen’s ass. He felt his cockveins swell with lust, searing Hansen’s butthole.
“Unngh, unngh,” Hansen grunted. “Please, sir. Please cum now.” He desperately wanted O’Conner to shoot his wad.
“Ya want it now?”
“Yeah, give it to me. Shoot your load!”
O’Conner’s mega-muscles suddenly went taut. He clenched his eyes and his tongue waggled to and fro.
O’Conner screamed a deep macho groan as the first load of white-hot cum streamed out of his cock right into Hansen’s spasming asshole. Hansen cried out, pushing his ass back, as O’Conner’s balls crashed against the root of his cock, making him cum too, sending spurt after spurt of cum splashing on the tiles.
Sergeant Hansen finished showering and left.
O’Conner closed his eyes and let the water rush over his muscles. That’s when mega-muscled Corporal Lance Burton ambled in.
O’Conner watched Corporal Burton lather his magnificent cock. Burton was still wearing his jockstrap. O’Conner grinned but he didn’t think it was strange at all. Sometimes the wrestlers did that, keeping their jocks on and washing them in the shower room as they soaped up their cocks and balls.
Burton’s cock was thirteen inches long, three inches thick. The lusty twenty-four-year-old South Dakotan certainly sported one of the biggest cocks O’Conner had ever seen. O’Conner knelt on the slippery shower floor, positioning himself between Corporal Burton’s tree trunks. He leaned forward to pull down the blond wrestler’s jockstrap. Burton’s cock swelled obscenely, popping out of the pouch, smacking O’Conner right in the kisser.
O’Conner had a great view of Corporal Burton’s magnificently rugged body. Tiny golden hairs swirled deliciously around his thick, golden brown nipples. O’Conner licked his lips as his greedy eyes followed the faint trail of hair running from Burton’s belly button down below the wide waistband of his jock circling his taut waist. When O’Conner pulled down the waistband, Burton’s mammoth cock sprang up like a well-oiled machine.
“Ya like that stud meat, don’tcha, sir?” Burton said. He was so very cocky, but the master sergeant liked it.
He leered at Burton with lusty green eyes. “Yeah, I sure fucking do.”
Burton relished the situation. O’Conner was on his hands and knees, begging for cock.
“Whatcha waitin’ for then, huh? Go for it, sir,” Burton rasped.
So O’Conner took the famous thirteen inches in his left hand and ran his right hand through Burton’s silky, golden-hued pubes.
With both hands, O’Conner began to pump Burton’s cock. O’Conner was filled with awe as Burton’s foreskin slid up and down the shaft, first covering his knob then stretching it below the glans. O’Conner marveled at the wet, slapping sound of the skin slithering over Burton’s blue cockveins.
O’Conner’s eager tongue slid out of his wet mouth and flickered over the tip of Burton’s proud cock. A thick drop of precum glistened brazenly inside the pisshole.
Burton’s precum tasted tangy, rich. And with that fantastic cum-taste still fresh in his anxious mouth, O’Conner ran his tongue down the side of his cock and flickered over his golden balls. They were permeated with a powerful, manly odor. The smell rushed up O’Conner’s nose, dilating his nostrils, making him heady with desire.
O’Conner then made his way back to Burton’s knob, running his tongue all around the precum-dripping pisshole. Burton grabbed O’Conner’s head and pushed him down over his turgid meat. O’Conner sucked cock like never before.
Corporal Burton’s hands gripped O’Conner’s head, making sure his cock stayed inside O’Conner’s mouth.
“Yes, sir. Suck that cock! Suck it, you cocksucker. SUCK IT!!”
What an incredible sight. O’Conner was Corporal Burton’s suck slave. O’Conner enjoyed every minute. Corporal Burton laughed
as he pumped his mighty cock between O’Conner’s sputtering lips.
“Awwww, awwwww, suck it, sir, suck it!”
O’Conner massaged Burton’s big, sweaty, cum-filled balls.
“Yeah, that’s it. My balls!”
O’Conner played with Burton’s balls some more.
Suddenly, Burton arched back. He opened his mouth and cried out, “Fuck!”
One, two, three, four, five steamy cumspurts careened down O’Conner’s spasming throat. O’Conner grabbed his own spasming cock, shooting a hot load that flew up between them and splattered on the ceiling.
O’Conner fell back on his butt. He was breathless, with hot cum dribbling down his face. But when he looked up at Burton he instantly noticed the wild look in Burton’s baby blues. Yeah! Burton wanted to fuck some more.
Burton shoved O’Conner’s legs apart. Greedily, he swallowed O’Conner’s cock. He began to suck off O’Conner at a fierce tempo. Burton’s mouth bobbed up and down on O’Conner’s cock with an amazing dexterity. Burton’s hands roamed all over O’Conner’s humpy butt. With a lustful wink, he wiggled a finger up O’Conner’s ass. O’Conner was delighted, humming his manly pleasure.
Burton rolled O’Conner over on his stomach. He jumped behind O’Conner, wrenching his asscheeks apart so he could eat ass. Corporal Burton rimmed O’Conner for a while. The master sergeant was in heaven. He loved how Corporal Burton was sucking his ass.
After giving O’Conner a thorough rim job, Burton decided to fuck him.
O’Conner winced because Burton’s cock was so fucking hard, so fucking big! Even so, Burton managed to work his knob past O’Conner’s anal ring. Sensing that O’Conner had relaxed, Burton worked his cock up O’Conner’s hole. Soon, his golden pubes were tickling O’Conner’s ass.
“Fuck!” O’Conner cried out. Waves of lust surged through his muscles. He felt a powerful, mind-boggling bliss. The kind you get when a hot stud is reaming you with thick, fat cock.
“Take it, sir. Take my fucking cock! Take it!”
O’Conner loved it. He was being used and abused by this big Marine jock. Later, he’d turn the tables. But for now he’d sit back and enjoy the ride.
“Unngh, unngh, unngh!” O’Conner listened to Corporal Burton’s loud grunts while for ten solid minutes, Burton brutally ass-fucked his coach. Finally, when O’Conner couldn’t take any more, he begged Burton to shoot.
“So you want it, sir?”
“Yeah!”
“Want my load?”
“Yeah, gimme that load. Shoot it up my ass!”
Burton pushed forward with a rebel yell and sunk his cock all the way up O’Conner’s butt. O’Conner screamed, his cock exploding, cum gushing from his pisshole.
“Fuck!!”
Burton shot an endless stream of cum. It seemed as if Burton’s cock would never stop shooting. Finally, it did.
Burton popped his cock from O’Conner’s hole. He showered, dressed and prepared to leave for class, and so did O’Conner, but not before planting an ardent kiss on Burton’s lovely mouth. Burton caressed O’Conner’s firm, muscular body. And the master sergeant returned the gesture. They were both filled with homoerotic passion, a passion that would have to be satisfied the next time they met.
And so, stud by stud, O’Conner seduced his team of studs until he had gathered together a team that was truly a force to be reckoned with. They were lean, mean and Marine Corps green, twenty gay studs ready to kick some ass and capture some glory for the Corps. Semper Fi!
COMEUPPANCE
Rob Rosen
Three years to the day I returned to where I’d started from, Army Boot Camp 2.0, as I liked to call it. I’d been given a second chance to start from friggin’ scratch. Goody for me. And, yes, bitter party, table for one. Still, at least I was finally invited inside the place, table and all.
Camp looked the same, smelled the same and felt the same, in fact. And me, I felt like last time as well, tummy rumbling, head pounding, eyes stinging from the heat and the sweat and the damned ever-present humidity. Yep, exactly the same, pretty much. Only, of course, it wasn’t the same, not this time.
“Good to be back,” I whispered to myself, swiping a hand across my drenched forehead. And, yes, I meant it, all things considered. Go figure.
I found my barracks easily enough, found my cot and my locker after that, and then, sad to say, found him. Goddamn Murphy’s Law. “Sergeant,” I said, standing at rest.
He gave me the onceover, twice, then half grimaced, half sneered. This guy was menace before Dennis had the title, hard as stone and twice as dense. “Thought we got rid of you, Malone,” he grumbled, the sneer notching up a factor or two.
“You did, Sergeant,” I replied, emphasis on the you, seeing as he was the one who turned me in, no asking, no telling. Just packed me up and shipped me out. And for what—a little blow job in my off hours that he found out about? Come on, give a guy a break already. “Guess it didn’t stick too well,” I added, upping his sneer with a wobbly smile that didn’t seem to sit too kindly with him. Then again, it wasn’t meant to.
“We’ll see about that, Malone,” he said between clenched jaws before moving down the aisle and away from yours truly, shaking his shaved head from side to side all the while.
And then I did flip him that bird after all. Felt good, too. Not nearly good enough, of course, but still. I even eyed that stellar ass of his, now that I sort of could do such a thing. At least when he wasn’t looking.
Anyway, things got all boot campy pretty darn quick after that, all lock and load and what that entailed. In other words, soon enough, I was too pooped out to pay him much heed, apart from the mandatory shit that would only, thank goodness, last a short enough while. I’d pay my time and move on, I figured. There was nothing he could do about it this go around but grin and bare it.
Though he wasn’t much of a grinner to start with.
The baring part remained to be seen, however. And surprisingly, in the middle of the night, not all that far into my training, came part deux.
See, I had a wicked need to pee that fateful evening, long after lights out, long after everyone was dead to the world, so much snoring as to make the tree frogs jealous. The latrine was out back, built some time when my daddy was an enlisted man. White cinder blocks, white tile, white ceiling and porcelain, all of it scrubbed to a blinding shine by lowly guys like me.
I entered the squat building, flicked the lights on and heard a shower come to a stop a heartbeat later, which was weird, seeing as everyone was sound asleep. Well, almost everyone, as it turned out.
“Malone,” he grumbled, all of a sudden standing there, dripping from head to big-ass toe. Damn, pretty much all of him was big. ALL of him, if you get my drift. And all of him was what I was getting a gander at right about then. The gander and the goose, in fact. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, Private?” he tossed in, wiping his broad expanse of muscle-dense chest with his towel, willie shaking in the reverse direction. “Didn’t I work your ass hard enough today, or are you looking for more shit to do?”
I shook my head and gulped. “Just had to take a piss, Sergeant.”
He waved his hand at me dismissively. “Then piss already, Private,” he barked. “And stop your queer-ass staring.”
I coughed and blinked. “You, um, you can’t say stuff like that anymore, Sergeant.” My belly suddenly tied up in knots, strong enough to dock a tanker with.
But he merely chuckled. “I can’t, huh?” he said, towel moving to his tree-trunk-thick legs, balls the size of lemons dangling down, calves flexed, big as boulders. “You got any witnesses says I did such a thing?”
Now he had me pissed. Fucker. And with all that built-up adrenaline from the previous week boiling up, I strode the few feet that separated us, standing eye to eye with him all of a sudden. Or at least eye to chin. “I don’t need any, Sergeant,” I told him, voice about as steady as I could make it. “The Army says you can’t call me that no more.”
He dropped the towel and poked me in the chest. “Queer-ass,” he repeated, steely eyes mere slits. “Queer-fucking-ass.”
Well now, wouldn’t you know it, but that adrenaline of mine bubbled the fuck on over at that one. Meaning, I punched him one in the chest. Hard, too. Or at least hard for me. Though it probably hurt my hand way more than his stupendously solid chest. “Don’t call me that,” I managed, dropping the Sergeant bit altogether.
He paused and stared down at the red that had managed its way across his chest, right where I’d socked him. Then, surprisingly, he smiled, teeth white and as straight as he was. “Queer-ass has some guts after all, huh?”
Again my fist went up and again it met flesh, and then again, sending him back an inch or two, both of us in shock at my seething outburst. Me especially, seeing as I could’ve sworn I heard him moan a bit at the second wallop, eyelids fluttering for the briefest of moments. “Stop it,” I managed, panting now, legs suddenly shaky, throat dry.
“Or what?” he asked, again moving forward, chest out, eyes wide. “You’ll tell mommy on me?” This time I backslapped his tummy, my hand going in the reverse direction on his dick. And I didn’t imagine the moan or the eyelid flutter this time. Nope. Mainly because his dick swung and then kept right on swinging, arcing right before curving up, up and up some more. Sucker was a battering ram with only me in its path. Instinctively, I went to grab it, old habits dying hard, but he swatted my hand away. “Keep your queer mitts off of me, Private.”
I retracted my hand, but still stayed firmly in place. “Says the man with the newfound kickstand.” And to send the point home, I thwacked it again, sending it reeling, a mild breeze rising in its hefty wake.
Again he moaned, and said in reply, “Back to bed, Malone.” Though it came out kind of weak, if you ask me.
This time I lifted both fists and punched both his pecs, the sound pinging in all directions, echoing off the tiled walls. “Not.” Pound. “Tired.” Pound. “Sergeant.” And then I grabbed his eraser-tipped nipples and gave a hard tug and a ferocious tweak, which sent the mighty giant to his knees, the loudest moan yet escaping from between his lips, the sound swirling around us like a whipped-up cyclone.