At Bootcamp, we all slept in one big room and there was never any privacy. At night, someone would have to stand a mock watch. Whenever I had this duty and was on rounds, I’d always catch at least one guy jerking off in the head (Navy speak for ‘bathrooms’). No one ever talked about it; we just knew we shared the same urges.
After about a week of no sex, I walked into the head on my round. It seemed like no one was in there, so I undid my belt, pulled out my cock, and pushed aside the curtain to the stall at the farthest end. That’s when I caught Boyd stroking. I grabbed my cock to tuck it back in, but he jumped on my dick with his mouth before I had the chance. He wasn’t the first guy to suck my dick, but after so long, it felt like the first time. And judging by his skills at handling my 8″ cock, it wasn’t his first time either. I didn’t know how much time we’d have before someone came in, so I grabbed his head and pumped. In less than a minute, I was ready to cum. I tried to warn him, but he grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way down his hungry throat. I came almost immediately. I tucked myself back in my pants and left without saying a word. As I left the head to resume my rounds, Taylor was walking in. I stopped by the entrance to hear any sucking sounds, but there was nothing. Turned out Boyd was only interested in my cock.
It ended up becoming a regular thing with us; whenever I had watch, Boyd would be excitedly waiting in the last stall. Halfway through, around week four, I was tired of only getting head. I needed to fuck. I walked in to the last stall and found Boyd waiting as usual. I stood him up and turned him to face the wall.
“You want to get fucked?” I whispered rhetorically in his ear as I held my hand over his mouth. Boyd never said a word; he simply nodded and spread his legs wide. “If you make a sound or get too loud, I’ll fuck you up. Understand?” He nodded again.
I spat on my hand and coated my cock with as much saliva as I could. This was not going to be easy for him, but my priority was my pleasure and release. I pushed and he muffled into my hand as I slid in until the base of my cock pressed against his cheeks.
“Fuck you’re tight. First cock since getting here?”
He nodded and began to suck my fingers.
I hadn’t given him three good pumps when we heard the RDC (Navy’s version of a drill instructor) stomp into the head.
“Anders!” Chief Simmons shouted into the head. “You in here?” Chief was a fucking tree. 6’2″, Mediterranean features, hairy forearms, and judging by how often he had to adjust himself, a massive dick. He was not the kind of guy you fucked with.
“Yes, Chief,” I said nervously, my cock still twitching in Boyd’s hole, wanting to get back to work. “Had to piss.”
“I ain’t got time for you to piss. Finish up then get your ass back on watch.” We heard him stomp away but knew he was near to make sure I followed his order. Fuck.
I pulled out, tucked in, and walked off with a massive set of aching blue balls.
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Boyd continued to suck my cock regularly throughout bootcamp, but we didn’t try to fuck again for the rest of our time there.
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After eight weeks, we had our graduation. Eight weeks of training. Eight weeks of PT. Eight weeks of getting in the best shape of my life. I was so ripped, I could see thick veins running down my Adonis belt. And I wasn’t the only one. Even the guy who started as the “fat kid” was now fit enough to turn heads at the beach.
After the ceremony and some brief time with family who had visited, we all returned to the barracks one last time to pack up and receive our final orders for A-school (training school). Boyd was flying to California, I was heading to Florida. Chief was handing out everyone’s packets along with their hotel and flight information, and to personally say goodbye to each of us individually.
“Have fun tonight, Anders,” he said, shaking my hand and giving me a knowing smile.
It turned out that the Navy put Boyd and me in the same hotel room that night since our flights were around the same time the next day. Boyd and I took a cab to the hotel. He didn’t say anything the whole trip, but his hand on my inner thigh told me everything I needed to know about his intentions. Now that we were out of bootcamp, however, my thoughts returned to fucking real pussy.
We got to our room and Boyd dropped to his knees, pulling at the buttons of my trousers.
“Dude, that was a ‘bootcamp thing’,” I told him, shoving him back. He looked disappointed. “Don’t take it personally, but I need pussy. Real pussy.”
I turned around and walked out the door, leaving Boyd on his knees as I headed to the hotel bar downstairs. The bar was full enough, but no one caught my eye. An older cougar bought me several drinks as I entertained the possibility of taking her back to the room. I could smell her cunt getting wet and knew she’d be game. When no one was looking, I slid my hand up her skirt to finger her ığdır escort bayan pussy. It was blocked by pantyhose that immediately conjured the image of my grandmother in my mind. Instant boner killer. I thanked her for the drinks and headed upstairs.
As I slid the keycard in the door, I could hear the sound of fucking on the other side. I double checked the number on the door to make sure I was at the right room. I was. I debated giving Boyd privacy, but then decided against it. Fucker didn’t have the decency to not bring someone back, knowing I’d be walking in. Besides, I’m the Alpha. If anyone’s fucking in there, it’s going to be me.
I opened the door and saw a thick ass bouncing up and down, fucking Boyd as Boyd’s pale legs wrapped around the tanned waist and his hands clawed at the top’s back.
“Come in, or go out; just shut the fucking door,” the top yelled back at me, not stuttering for a single thrust.
I quickly shut the door and stared back at the two on the bed. Boyd’s hole was getting stretched by a massively thick cock as two low-hanging balls slapped against his ass. The balls were thick with hair, although the taint and ass had been shaved smooth. The top’s muscular ass bounced with a controlled rhythm and I could see the back muscles flex with every thrust. He had one hand on Boyd’s throat and he was using his other familiar-looking muscular hairy arm to support himself on the bed. That’s when I realized who the top was.
Holy fuck, Boyd’s getting fucked by Chief!
“I can’t believe you said ‘no’ to this,” Chief said to me as he continued to make Boyd moan.
“I’m not gay,” I managed to stammer.
“Neither am I.” Chief stopped fucking for the first time, he cock still buried fully in Boyd. As he spoke, he gave deep thrusts into Boyd. “Fucking *thrust* a fag *thrust* doesn’t *thrust* make *thrust* you *thrust* gay, Sailor.”
I wanted to call Chief out for using the “F-word”, but the way he stated it made it not sound like an insult. Boyd turned to look at me for the first time and saw the look of confusion on my face.
“Bro, it’s cool. I’m a faggot; no apologies there.” He began to slowly bounce his hips on Chief’s dick instinctively wanting more, all while maintaining eye contact with me. “Nothing wrong with me being me, or you being you, or you using me however you want.”
“Boyd said you have a big dick. Let’s see it, Anders. Strip.”
Even though he was no longer my direct Chief, I still felt compelled to obey. I quickly pulled off my clothes until all I was wearing were my issued white briefs. My cock throbbed against my waist, straining to be released as precum made an ever-increasing stain in the fabric.
“Briefs off. Now.” Chief ordered.
“Rank or no rank?”
Chief paused for a minute before answering. “No rank for now. Why?”
I stepped forward and onto the bed, legs straddling Boyd’s head, facing Chief. “Then take them off yourself, Simmons.”
Chief didn’t even hesitate. He took his hand off of Boyd’s throat and pulled the waistband down, letting my cock flop out. He continued to brace himself on the bed with his one arm and began to pump Boyd’s hole again as he admired my dick. A big stand of my precum began to leak down towards Boyd’s forehead, but Chief caught it in his mouth before sucking my head clean.
“You taste like a fucking man,” he said, “but do you fuck like a man?”
“Fuck yeah I do.”
“Then get in here and show me.” Chief stood up and pulled out of Boyd, giving me my first real look at his dick. His dick was shorter than mine, only 7″ compared to my 8″, but thicker than a beer can.
Boyd held his legs spread wide as I got off of the bed and angled my dick towards his hole.
“I don’t know if I want to fuck him, ‘Chief’,” I said with a smile, hinting that I wanted ranks to be reinstated. Chief picked up what I was putting down.
“I don’t give a fuck what you want, Sailor. I’m giving you a direct order. Stick your dick in that faggot.”
“Aye, aye, Chief,” I said with a smile, and thrust ever inch in Boyd at once. Boyd gasped as my cock hit the back-wall of his ass, but I held myself there.
Chief got on the bed where I had been and held Boyd’s legs by the ankles.
“Now what, Chief?”
“Now you fuck, Sailor. Or are you a faggot like Boyd here?”
“Fuck no, Chief!” I began to fuck with the eagerness of someone who hasn’t fucked for weeks. Boyd’s hole had been loosened up by Chief’s cock, but still felt so good; eager, warm, hungry.
You don’t have to be gay to recognize how intoxicating the scene was. Boyd whimpered like a faggot in heat. I grunted like a beast. Chief cheered me on with every clap my hips made against Boyd’s ass. I felt drops of sweat begin to collect all over my body, and I could taste it running down my face and into my mouth. I tweaked my nips and felt the gains my pecs had made. I rubbed the beads of sweat into my abs that flexed with every pump. And ığdır escort bayan with every pump, my thick hard cock opened Boyd’s hole more and more. In less than ten minutes, I was ready to cum. Not a proud moment by my regular standards, but a reality.
“I’m close,” I called out.
“Don’t cum until I tell you, Sailor. Understand? Don’t cum and don’t slow down.”
“Yes, Chief!” I kept fucking as my breathing increased. I held on for as long as I could. It was almost torture, and Chief could see it in my face.
“Now breed that faggot, Sailor,” he said with a twisted smile.
My eyes rolled back and my ears began to ring. My body shook as I felt stream after stream of cum fill Boyd’s hole. My mouth was opened wide to catch as much oxygen as I could pull in. I inhaled deeply until I felt the thick head of Chief’s cock press against my lips. I had never sucked a dick before, but in my orgasmic bliss, I was hungry. I opened wider and took Chief’s cock in my mouth. It tasted like Boyd’s ass and pure masculine precum, just like mine. I wrapped my hand around it and could feel how thick it felt. I wondered how Boyd was able to take it. I looked up at the hulking specimen of masculinity towering above me and enjoyed the view. Chief mistook my pleasure for eagerness and placed his hands on my head, preparing to skull fuck me. I pushed his hands to the side.
“Just because I sucked your dick a little, doesn’t make me a fag, Chief.”
“No it doesn’t.” Chief laughed. Boyd whimpered a little, as if to remind us why he was there.
Chief turned around and dropped flat to mount Boyd’s face. As he fucked Boyd’s mouth, his ass bounced inches from my mouth. I had to taste it. I ate his ass like I ate pussy: deliberate light strokes of the tongue with some probing for variation. Chief moaned as he received oral pleasure from both ends. He didn’t last long before he grabbed Boyd’s head and unloaded. I felt his ass twitch on my tongue and it felt amazing.
We collapsed in a sweaty pile on top of Boyd who was moaning and wanting his own release.
“Watch this,” Chief said to me as I lay to one side of Boyd and he rolled off and to the other. He slid one finger in Boyd’s hole, using my cum as lubricant. Boyd was moaning and went to stroke his dick when Chief smacked his hand away. “You’ll cum the way I want you to cum; like a faggot.”
Boyd whimpered again but didn’t object as he put his hands behind his head. I held his wrists, just in case he got any ideas of touching himself again. Soon, Chief had three thick fingers in Boyd and was using all of them to rub his prostate. “Please may I cum, Sir?”
“I work for a living,” Chief said as he slapped Boyd across the face with his free hand.
“Please may I cum, Chief?”
“I suppose,” Chief chuckled nonchalantly, knowing his fingers had found Boyd’s “spot”.
Boyd screamed out and let his cum fly, nearly missing me. Chief just laughed. When Boyd’s orgasm has waned, Chief pulled his fingers out and sucked on them.
“You taste good,” he said to me before addressing both of us. “You boys have earned a break.”
Chief and I moved to the clean bed and got under the covers. We were both sweaty and smelled of sex, but we didn’t care. Boyd turned off the light from the fuck-bed he would be sleeping in before calling “Lights out”.
I laid on my back, arms behind my head, sniffing at my ripe pits as I took in everything that had happened today. It didn’t take Boyd too long before he was asleep, snoring, and probably dreaming happily about the two Alpha loads he had just taken in each hole. I was about to catch some sleep too, but was stopped from rolling over when I felt movement from Chief’s side of the bed. I could feel him rolling closer. Then scooting down. Then the covers lifting around my cock. Then Chief’s warm breath on my cock before he began slurping it into his mouth.
I wanted to moan, to roar, to be loud. But not only would that wake Boyd, I wanted to make Chief work for it. And fuck did he work for it! I had to bite down on my knuckles to keep quiet. Boyd was a good cocksucker, but he sucked like a faggot with a need. Chief sucked it like a man with purpose.
As Chief brought me to the edge of orgasm, he suddenly stopped sucking my dick. Fucking tease. He pulled my legs up slightly, and for a minute, I was afraid he was going to try and fuck me. Instead, he rested my legs over his strong wide shoulders and began to eat my hole. I hope I had eaten his as well as he ate mine. My cock was still hard when he licked from my hole along the taint, taking my balls into his mouth, one at a time, and softly massaged them with his tongue. I knew they had to be sweaty from earlier, but he didn’t seem to mind. He worked his way up my cock and licked it clean of the precum I knew I had been steadily leaking.
He gently pushed my cock to the side as he kissed along my waistline before slowly moving higher. He tongued my bellybutton as his escort ığdır hands explored my chest and abs. I flexed wherever he touched, and I could feel his breathy moans on my skin.
When he was almost completely on top of me, we locked eyes as he grabbed my dick and squeezed more of my precum onto his fingers. He fed me my own juice as I sucked his fingers, wishing I had the balls to tell him I’d rather be sucking his dick again.
“I want to taste your precum again.” He leaned in and our lips connected. His tongue hunted in my mouth for remnants of my precum he had fed to me.
As his hairy muscular body pressed down on me, I felt him squeeze our dicks, milking more precum out. He would then put his hand between our mouths so we could lick our fluids before sharing them with each other in more deep kisses.
His hands explored my body, gradually getting closer and closer to my ass, until he placed a finger against my hole.
“Whoa!” I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “I’ll suck your dick, but I’m NOT getting fucked.”
I could feel him give a resigned laugh. “With an ass like that, you can’t blame me for trying.”
He pulled away, and for a minute I thought he was done, but he turned around in the bed and got into a 69 position, taking my cock in his mouth once again. Being that we were both the same height, his cock perfectly aligned with my mouth. I grabbed it in my hands and again marveled at how thick it was. I scooted closer to get a good sniff. Compared to Boyd, he had a very different smell, but one that still turned me on. I licked at his piss-slit and was immediately rewarded with more precum. This wasn’t like Boyd and me in the bathroom; this was two Alpha men enjoying each other, rather than one using the other to get off.
“Just don’t cum in my mouth, Chief.” I felt his head nod in confirmation.
I took his cock in my mouth and savored it the same way he was savoring mine. It was the perfect feedback loop of pleasure. We licked and sucked and fondled. I could feel myself getting close, and I knew Chief was too.
“T-minus two minutes, Chief,” I warned. He never stopped sucking. He merely took my hands and placed them on his ass. I massaged his glutes, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He took my hand and shoved it between his cheeks, pressing my fingers up against his hole.
I didn’t know for certain what he was telling me, but I took a guess and began to slide my finger inside. I heard him moan “mmm-hmm” and confirmed my suspicion. He rolled on top of me, allowing me to get in at a better angle and find his prostate as we continued sucking each other.
It wasn’t too long before I felt him frantically tapping my leg, a warning that he was about to cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time as his cock exploded across my chest. The feeling of his hot cum on my skin triggered my orgasm. I warned him I was about to cum too, but instead of taking his mouth off my cock, he shoved it deep down his throat and locked himself in place with his hands gripping my ass. I couldn’t hold back and I came. I came hard. I came down Chief’s throat. He moaned and gulped as I buried my face in his beefy ass to muffle my screams of pleasure from waking Boyd.
After a few minutes, Chief turned himself back around and crawled up to me, face-to-face. He leaned in for a kiss but I turned away.
“No cum,” I whispered.
“Not even your own?”
“Nope.”
“More for me then,” and he lowered himself to lick his cum off of my chest. When he was done, he scooted up again and we cuddled close enough to hear each other whisper. “You always cum that much, Anders?”
“I don’t know, Chief. You sucked it all down before I could tell how much there was.” We shared a quiet laugh.
“Well it felt pretty fucking huge, but maybe that’s because I hardly ever swallow, let alone suck dick.”
“I never suck dick either.”
“Oh? Then why did you suck mine?”
“Alpha recognizes Alpha. No homo, but you have a nice cock, Chief.”
“No homo?” Chief laughed. “What we just did was VERY homo.”
“Didn’t really feel like it. Felt more like two men just enjoying themselves. Having fun.”
“So what would’ve made it feel ‘homo’? If we fucked, would that have felt gay?”
“I don’t bottom, Chief.”
“I know that, Anders. You keep reminding me. But hypothetically, if you had, say, fucked me; would that have been gay?”
I thought about it for a moment to see where I was at before answering.
“Honestly? Probably not. I’m not a fag, and you’re not a fag, right?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then yeah, that wouldn’t have felt gay.”
“Prove it then.”
I was confused.
“Prove it,” he repeated. “I’m going to go shower. If you don’t think it’d be gay to fuck me, then come into the bathroom in 10 minutes and fuck me. If you fall asleep, I won’t take it personally, but if you want to prove it, you know where I’ll be.”
With that thought left in my mind, Chief quietly exited the bed and headed for the bathroom, his amazing ass illuminated perfectly by the faint streetlights outside.
I was left with the thought of taking Chief’s rarely-fucked ass as Boyd continued to snore in the other bed. After about 15 minutes, I had reached my decision.
Fuck it. Time to call his bluff.