Barracks Bitch

Assmunch 

At the post cafeteria Sleeper, Zeus and I grabbed some food.  Zeus of course getting a few stares, from women and men.  He was oblivious.  Sleeper got a couple.  Me, nothing.  Not next to those two.  I was lucky if they even recognized there was another soldier with them.  We sat down at a table away from anyone else.

I just came out and asked, keeping my voice low.  “Zeus, are you gay?”

The big beast looked at me, his stony face unreadable.  Then he looked at Sleeper.  Still nothing.

“Bro, we don’t care if you are.” Sleeper told him.  “You’re cool with us.  We just need to know, to protect you.”

Zeus looked around, gauging who might be nearby.  “Yes.  I just think about guys, all the time.  I can’t stop. ” He said in that deep voice.  “And Sleeper.  I think about Sleeper a lot.  You guys don’t hate me, do you?”  It was funny the way he said it, you couldn’t tell if he was worried, or afraid, or doing his laundry.  It sounded like he was describing how he made his bed in the morning.  Casual tone, inflection.  I knew from my time with Kevin that gay dudes could be masculine, real men rather than effeminate sissies like most people thought.  And you could count on Zeus to put it bluntly.  Zeus didn’t equivocate.  He came right out and spoke his mind.

I let Sleeper go first.  Knowing Zeus was crushing on him meant Sleeper’s response was way more important to Zeus than mine would be.  Besides, I’d already kinda told him I didn’t care last week when we had our first talk.

“Bro, it’s cool.” Sleeper began.  “We love you.”  Zeus’ facade crumbled just a touch.   “You gotta keep it cool though.  No doing what you did today in my bunk.  You know they’ll boot you if it gets around.”  I was glad that even without talking about it, Sleeper and I were on the same page.  Man, I loved my dude.  “And if you do want to touch my ass, or anyone else’s, it’s gotta be a game, like what Troll did.  But stay away from Puta.  Don’t know how he’d take it.”

I continued, “And we have to keep the Bravo Brotherhood out of trouble.  El Tee doesn’t want any more bad behavior out of us.  Zero.  We’ve fucked up too many times.” I explained.  “No one should know about this, about you. So don’t go around grabbing the guys.  Probably best you don’t do any of that.  If someone takes offense, it’ll get bad.  I heard about a guy on base who gave out too many back rubs.  One of the guys he massaged claimed sexual assault.  The guy was gone the same day.  His unit came back from class and he was cleared out.  When they found out what happened they gave the accuser hell until he was transferred out.  It didn’t matter they all liked the guy who’d been booted, or whether it was true.  They never even got the chance to stick up for him, he was just gone from a single accusation.  We don’t want to lose you like that, buddy.”

Zeus gave me a look.  “What about Wanker?”

“Nah, Wanker has bigger problems, trust me.  I can’t betray his confidence, but I’ll tell you as far as he’s concerned you were doing HIM a favor.”  I answered.  “Wanker doesn’t know or think you’re gay.  I didn’t tell him anything.”

“Wait, what?”  My pale muscle buddy cried out, around a mouthful of hamburger.  “What about Wanker?”

I looked at Zeus, shrugged.  “It’s up to you.  But I’d tell him.  You can trust Sleeper.”

Sleeper looked from Zeus, to me, then back to Zeus.  

“I had sex with Wanker last Saturday.” Zeus said.  Again, just picking up the mail.  Starting a car.  Brushing his teeth.  Same tone of voice.  I had to learn that skill.  You can’t read someone that spoke like that.  Plus, it really throws people off to just blurt things out.

Sleeper choked a little on his most recent bite.  “Excuse me?  I think I need a little more info than that, bro.”  

I liked that he was calling Zeus his bro, now.  

“Assmunch told me Wanker had a problem, asked me to get him sorted.” Sleeper explained.

Sleeper looked at me.  “That was your ‘project’ last Saturday before we -“ he caught himself just in time.  “Did you fuck Wanker too?  Is that why Zeus was guarding the hallway?” he spat out.  “ I can tell if you lie to me.  You better not lie to me, asshole.” Sleeper looked angry.  Shit, this was getting out of my control.  

I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling and gather my thoughts.  “No, buddy, that’s why I sent Zeus in, I wasn’t gonna do it.  Didn’t want to do it.  And I kinda figured out Zeus needed a little something himself.  I was trying to solve everyone’s problems.”  I sighed.

“You’re fucking DAMN lucky you didn’t, dude.  I’ll beat your ass.” Sleeper growled.  The threat was real.  I saw it in his eyes.

Oh.  Fuck me.  What was that about?  

“Before you and Assmunch what, Sleeper?” Zeus asked.  I cringed.  Zeus just throwing shit out there like people casually talked about butt fucking and ass sucking while eating in a cafeteria.  In an Army cafeteria.  

“Huh?  Nothing Zeus.”  Sleeper dodged, taking his last bite of his second hamburger.  

“Sounds like—-“  

fuck, don’t say it Zeus, leave it. 

“Like you and Andrew had sex too.” He finished.  Zeus already knew about how I tongue polished Sleeper’s crack, and the handjob I got in return.  But this question implied he figured out more had gone down last week.  

He said it out loud.  I loved Zeus, but wished for the days he barely spoke.  Right out there.  ‘I’m going to brush my teeth’ ‘we need resupply.’  ‘You’re fucking your best friend’.  

I wanted to die.  Why was this my life?  Fucking bloody rotten hell.  I put my head in my hands, waiting for Sleeper to explode.

And nothing.  Everything became eerily still.  No movement, no words.  That couldn’t be good.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the worst.  I looked up.

Sleeper was just staring at Zeus.  Zeus was staring back like he hadn’t said anything wrong.  A long, uncomfortable staring.  While I willed myself to die.  Dying a coward seemed just perfect right about now.  I could be buried and on my way to Hell without dealing with this shit show.  A full minute passed.  Could I make it to Hell in a minute or less?  I so wanted to try.

Sleeper looked at me.  I know I was all shades of red.  Then back at Zeus.  This could only go one way, and Sleeper was already pissed off about Operation Rebuild Wanker’s Ruined Dirty Donut.  Sleeper’s face was blank, unreadable.  He was barely breathing.  

Then my best friend seemed to reach a decision, he finally blinked, picking up a couple French fries from his plate.

“Yep”.  Was all he said, dipping his fries in ketchup before shoving them in his mouth.  

“Fuck, Sleeper! Dude!!”  I said.

“What?  It’s Zeus.  He’s gay, he gets it.  Right bro?”  Sleeper shrugged at Zeus, who was grinning.

I guess he had a point.  

And then fuckin’ puppy dog pajamas Zeus appeared.  “Are you guys gay too? Did you ask me if I was gay because you want to have sex?  I want to have sex with you, especially Sleeper.  Putting it in Wanker was okay, but I really like you guys.  It would be more fun with you.  I like sex now.  I never had sex before I put my penis in Wanker, but it was really fun, just like you said, Assmunch.  I want to put my penis in you and Sleeper.  Can I?”

Goddamn.  Goddammit ALL to hell.  I’m not sure how much more of this blunt open Zeus I could take.  I mean, I was happy he was out of his shell with us, but I wondered if the Zeus we all knew was simply the persona he hid behind to cover up being gay, not letting any emotion out, not hanging out for long periods of time, keeping to himself.  I felt a little sad that Zeus couldn’t be himself.  Fuck this stupid military policy against gays.  If guys like Zeus couldn’t serve without crushing their souls, it was fucking bullshit.  None of us knew that it would only be a year before Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell became the rule.  It still meant keeping quiet about it, but the military wasn’t going to hunt you down like it was now.  But I knew one thing:  puppy dog pajamas Zeus was one happy puppy, and he had to keep that cute puppy locked up all the time, deep inside.  That’s some fucking sad pathetic shit, right there.

Sleeper and I looked at each other.  I didn’t know what to say.  

“Let me and Assmunch talk about it, okay Zeus?  We’re not gay.  We just like doing some stuff to get off.  Is that cool?”  Sleeper asked.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING??  

“REALLY, Sleeper?” I asked incredulously, taken by complete surprise, and not necessarily pleasantly either.  He was okay with this?  

Sleeper gave me the exact same look as before.  “What?  It’s ZEUS.” He said again, this time stressing Zeus’ name.  Sleeper’s handsome face said ‘who wouldn’t?’

“Yeah, yeah.  I get it.“ I said, throwing my head back into my hands.  He wasn’t wrong.  But this was going to complicate everything.  I guess Sleeper was far more sexually fluid than I thought.  It shouldn’t surprise me though, one lick of his asshole and he was suddenly all about fucking around and getting off.  I wondered if my best friend was holding back on me.  I always assumed he was straight.  Maybe I was wrong about that.  I felt better about stuffing him full of my dick and shooting my load up his ass last week.  Maybe I WOULD fuck him again.  Just to see if he’d love it as much as getting his fudge dispenser scrubbed out by my tongue.  Sleeper was just full of surprises.  And my dick attack up his newly christened virgin fuck chute last week didn’t really qualify as a fucking.  Nowhere near a Kevin style plundering of every tender rectal tissue I owned, bruised, stretched and slathered with multiple loads of dicksoup, until I literally couldn’t speak.  Yeah, I was definitely going to auger out Sleeper’s pretty little dickwarmer until he drooled in senseless ecstasy.  

“Okay.” Zeus said.  “I really do want to have sex with you guys.”  Big beautiful handsome dangerous smile.  

Sigh.  So blunt.  “Let’s finish eating and get back.  I need to talk to the Bravo Brotherhood .  And what do you think about asking some of the Charlies to come to our party tonight?”

* * * *

I gathered the Brothers and let them know Sarge and the Lt were on the warpath after our training excursion and we needed to keep the party low key.  We even invited Lamont and a couple of his buddies from the Charlies to party with us, and they fit in well.  

The highlight of the evening was making Troll ass-chug a beer.  Getting the tube inserted into his hairy shitter was half the battle because he wouldn’t relax.  We were all laughing so hard at how he squirmed and fought, as if it was the worst thing in the world, whining like a little bitch.  I let the fight go on until it seemed everyone had a turn manhandling Troll’s ass before I stepped in, massaged his little tender spot between his tailbone and asshole and the tube slipped right in.    One of the tricks in the asshole whisperer trade.  Shhhhhh.  Keep it to yourself.  By that point everyone had lubed his entire crease with enough spit to drown a whore.  I was sure they all got a kick out of spitting on the poor guy.  Getting him to suck the beer down his hole turned out to be the other half of the battle.  A couple of the guys who’d done it before were trying to give him pointers while he knelt on knees and elbows, his shorts bunched up just below his cheeks so no one had to look at his nuts.  ‘Just relax, man.’  And ‘suck your stomach in.’  Even the unhelpful but amusing ‘spread your legs more, you uptight cunt.’  He finally finished his beer (took 20 minutes, chug fail) and we all congratulated him on a job well done.  

We wound things up around 23:30.  We could have kept going, but I reminded everyone that we had to be good.  Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of grumbling, everyone was worn out having not gotten a lot of sleep the night before.  

Sleeper and I did cleanup, releasing Troll from bitch duty.  I knew that beer had to be sloshing around in his hole still.  The alcohol might get absorbed, but the liquid wouldn’t go anywhere until he shit it out.  He had to go get friendly with the toilet and shower.  Everyone else crashed out.  Sleeper and I wanted everyone in deep slumber so we could do our thing.  Zeus helped, and Sleeper and I kept exchanging questioning looks during it all.  We knew why Zeus was hanging around.  

“Zeus, why don’t you take the garbage to the dumpsters.”  I requested.

The giant muscle bound brute gazed at us refusing to move.

“Don’t worry, bro.  We’ll be here when you get back.” Sleeper soothed him.  

When Zeus was gone, I turned to Sleeper.  “Well?  I know you’re thinking about it.  Are you sure about this?  You know what he wants.”

Sleeper pursed his lips, and put his hands on his muscled hips.  Every piece of him had muscles.  Rotten handsome prick.  At some point during the party he’d stripped down to just bikini briefs which didn’t do a whole bunch to cover his big meaty white butt or his burgeoned junk mound.  His crack was well exposed at the top, and a good portion of each globe was bared below.  It reminded me of the Australian lifeguards with their tiny swimsuits and the back pulled up inside their crack so they wouldn’t chafe their cheeks.  It was a good thing Sleeper shaved his bush, because the tiny briefs rode down low from the weight of his cock and balls, causing the thick root of his cock to just peek out.  Sleeper loved being naked, and if he couldn’t be naked he wanted to be almost naked.  And he never cared who saw.  Those underwear were intended to leave as little to the imagination as he could get away with, the fabric so worn and thin I suspected he’d owned them for years.  They weren’t tight like a new pair,  he’d stretched the elastic so much with his size that it finally just gave up trying to hold back all that hot meat.  The spot where his cockhead rested had a fingertip sized hole, the pouch almost transparent.  Yeah, those things were on their last leg and Sleeper would probably wear em right up until they collapsed off him, giving out like a tortured prisoner on a medieval rack.  Like I said before, he was a confident, arrogant prick.  Those underwear dared the guys to make fun of him, were designed to draw attention, barely hold or cover his pussy juicer and boulder sized dumper, encourage sexual thoughts and just generally be a tease.   It would have been less sexual and erotic if he were completely naked.  Every time he walked risked them slipping off, and far too often one side or the other would sag down his hip where he’d let it remain until a casual tug set it back in place, half an ass cheek smiling out at everyone.   That cloth defied physics.  And the asshole knew I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the struggle.  Which I was caught up in for the hundredth time tonight as my eyes refused to glance away from his strained pouch.

“I’m up for it.  It should be fun.  Are you going to get jealous?”  He replied.  It was nice of him to think of me, but this was all for him.  

“You mean like you were when you thought I’d fucked Wanker?  Bro, I’m not the jealous type.  If you’re having fun, I’m having fun.  That’s how this works for me.  If you don’t like it, I’m not into it.”  I explained.

That threw him a little.  “I don’t know what that was, bro.  I just got angry when I thought you’d fucked him.  I guess I didn’t like that what we do might not be special to you.  This is all new to me.” Gone was the arrogance, and in its place was a sweet vulnerability.  Deep down, Sleeper had the same doubts and uncertainty I had.  

“It’s new to me too, buddy.  And you make it special.” I assured him.  I’d never been the top.  I’d never eaten a guy’s ass.  Kevin fucked the living shit out of me, almost every day.  We started just including Carol all the time because he rammed me so brutally, so many times, I’d be too worn out to perform for Carol unless she and I had sex first.  And we learned that watching Carol and I play our games first really got Kevin torqued up.  I would invariably end up devouring her pussy while Kevin did his best to ruin and wreck my hole with his doorknob thick jizz missile.  It got to the point there was no boyfriend / girlfriend / boyfriend distinction.  Anything was fair game.  Carol ate Kevin’s ass, sucked and licked his dick clean after he got done with me.  We’d all kiss sensually whenever, wherever it grabbed us.  We double fucked Carol, which drove her so insane I felt like a fucking King, and I finally realized how filthy and slutty I looked and sounded when Kevin ripped me apart.  The only thing that never happened was me having anything to do with Kevin’s ass.  And somehow the forbidden nature of leaving the gay dude’s ass untouched while the straight one got violated unforgivably heightened the pleasure of it all.  I’ve come to hate labels and putting relationships in neat little boxes, but in that situation, at that time, the labels made it all so exciting, like we were breaking all the rules.  And it wasn’t always like that.  Frequently it was slow, passionate, full of love where I disappeared, lost in the tenderness of Kevin’s soul.  I would come back to myself locked in his sleeping arms feeling more alive than the time before.  Every moment with him was better than the one before.  In spite of all that, I didn’t feel like I was gay.  This wasn’t about gay or straight.  It was about souls and hearts connecting.  And God bless Carol for understanding that.  Kevin using my hole was no different in my head than him borrowing a shirt to wear to school.  

I’d told Sleeper about Carol, of course.  And a few things about Kevin.  Up until now, it felt disrespectful to my memory of him to say anything more, and I truly didn’t want to relive it all.  Besides, Kevin belonged to Tom.  And Tom was sealed behind a brick wall in my head.  But it seemed like Sleeper and I might reach a point where I could tell him about it, but only if my heart let me.  

Man, I was really fucked up about Kevin.  And fucked up about how I had to kill a huge part of myself so I could go live my life.  I guess both Zeus and I had the same sad, pathetic shit going on, burying the happy part of us just to get through accepting we were men who had to do whatever it took to move along.

Zeus returned, glad to see us still waiting for him.  His cock tented the front of his Army sweats.  

“Someone’s excited.” Sleeper chuckled.  

Zeus’s massive frame walked right up to Sleeper and grabbed him by the head, then laid a tongue lashing on his mouth.  Zeus looked like he was trying to swallow Sleeper whole.  Sleeper gripped Zeus’s arms, then put his hands on the giant’s bulging pecs.  

Sleeper managed to pull away a bit, Zeus was breathing heavy and hungrily staring at my buddy.  

“I don’t know about kissing, bro…” Sleeper got out, just barely before Zeus’s mouth crashed back down onto his.  He crushed himself onto Sleeper’s body, snaking his arm over Sleeper’s shoulder to grab his back, his other hand thrusting down to cover Sleepers ass, molesting that beautiful globe of scantily clad muscle.

He broke off Sleeper’s mouth, and tongued his way down his chin to his neck, licking, biting, sucking every inch of flesh he could find.  The man was hungry.    

“Oh fuck….” Sleeper moaned.  “Wait…Zeus, wait.  We gotta stop.  Not here.”  

Zeus pulled away, grabbed Sleeper by the hips and just threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing.  Sleeper had no time to fight back.  Zeus took him to the hall towards the storage room.  Sleeper looked at me from his upside down position, throwing his hands up in a ‘what am I gonna do?’ gesture.  His poor tortured briefs had slipped down to expose his ass, which had Zeus’s big paws grasping both cheeks, his fingers digging into Sleeper’s crack as he carried my buddy like a war trophy.

I gave Sleeper a look that said ‘see what you’ve done?’ And followed.  

Once behind the closed storage room door, Zeus set Sleeper down on the same crates where I’d finger-blasted Wanker the week before.  Before he could attack Sleeper again, I stopped him.

“Okay, bro, let’s slow down here.  Neither one of us has been with many dudes, and I’m guessing you haven’t either, right?” I asked him.  

“Just Wanker, Assmunch.  Last week like you told me.”  He answered.

I put my hands on my hips.  “Okay, let’s start slow then.  We don’t know a lot about the gay thing, but we’ll try to walk you through how sex usually goes.  What do you like about Sleeper?”

Zeus smiled.  This time it wasn’t a puppy smile, he looked like the impressive alpha dog that he was.  “He’s almost as tall as me, big muscles like me.  I like how he gets a five o’clock shadow that’s dark, like a man.  I love his dark eyes, and his really white skin.  I love the way his veins show on top of his muscles.  He has a beautiful behind.  I like how he’s nice to everyone even though he could be mean if he wanted, and some guys deserve it.  Sleeper is good.  I like him with hair better though.”

“Amen, brother.” Sleeper mumbled.

“So you think Sleeper is your type?  You like other guys that look like him?”

Zeus shrugged.  “Not always.  There was a guy in my school that was small and no muscles, but he was really smart and was always nice to me and every one else even though he got picked on a lot.  He was good too.”

“Did you ever tell him you liked him?” I asked, just to satisfy my own curiosity.

Zeus shook his head.  “I was scared he wouldn’t like me if he knew.”

I took a moment to think.  They both waited, knowing I was figuring things out and trusted me to know the right way through this.  

Carol and Kevin had both told me I had a way of bringing out in them who they truly were, made them feel seen, safe, and perfect just the way they wanted to be.  Carol called it my gift.  I knew I had to somehow do that for Zeus.  Trouble was, I didn’t know if he was truly Alpha Dog Zeus, the God we worshipped, puppy dog pajamas Zeus who was exuberant and innocent, some mix of the two, or something even greater.  I suspected it was the latter, something greater.  That’s what my intuition told me.  Zeus had greatness written all over him.  Maybe his innocence was just a leftover from his obvious protected childhood, the dude didn’t even cuss.  Zeus had spent his life growing up fearing who he was, hiding it behind a tough, capable exterior of effortless peak masculinity.  But that meant locking away a vital part of who he was.  He wasn’t whole.  

“Zeus, you know just because you’re gay it doesn’t mean you aren’t a good person, right?”

The giant didn’t respond.  His eyes had left Sleeper’s body, and now looked down at his feet.  

“You can be gay and good, brother.  Who you want to love, or have sex with doesn’t have anything to do with what kind of guy you are.”

“I’m not supposed to be gay.” His voice was so small, so pitiful, it didn’t even sound like him.  

Sleeper ducked his head to look under at Zeus’s face.

He hopped off the crates and pulled Zeus into a deep hug.  “Bro, you don’t have to cry.  It’s okay, man.  Being gay is cool, lots of people are gay.  It’s just like everybody else, some are good, some are bad.  But being gay has nothing to do with it.  They’re just people.”  Sleeper was a deeply good guy, and while I already had the most incredible respect for him, his treatment and acceptance of Zeus in this vulnerable moment showed me another beautiful piece of him I hadn’t seen before.  He could have maintained his usual tough guy, in control, men don’t get emotional behavior, but letting that go to give comfort to a brother in need was no effort at all for him either.  He was just as comfortable showing tenderness and emotion when necessary.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by that, because he never showed that part of himself to me.  Maybe because he figured I didn’t need him to.  Or because I never let him.  

“And fuck that ‘not supposed to be gay’ bullshit.  You’re amazing, we all think so, and I think you being gay makes you interesting.”  I threw in.  

Zeus was resting his cheek on Sleepers head while he held him.  “You really think so?”

“Yep, my best friend in high school was gay.  He was the best person I’ve ever met.  He might have been even more awesome than you.  You’d like him.  He’s a good person too, just like you.”  I said.  I didn’t know that was going to come out of my mouth.  

“Did you have sex with him like you do Sleeper?”

Fuck Zeus!  There’s that no filter mouth again.  God, I have never felt like I needed to just die as much as when Zeus opened his mouth.  I saw Sleeper lift an eyebrow and smirk.  Smirked just like Kevin.  And that’s probably why I did the thing I’d told myself I wasn’t ever going to do.

I decided to lay it out there, fully honest.  Sleeper deserved to know, and Zeus needed to hear it.  “Yeah, we had lots of sex.  LOTS of sex, which was awesome and beautiful, and more than I ever expected or knew could be possible.  We were already really close, it just made it better.  I didn’t intend to have sex with Kevin, but once it happened I knew it was right.”

Zeus raised his head up.  “But you had a girlfriend.  I heard you tell Sleeper.”

“So that’s why you eat my ass like it’s going through a fucking car wash.” Sleeper said.

“Yeah, my girlfriend joined in, which made it even more fun.  And for your information, buddy, it was Carol eating MY ass that taught me everything I know.  Then Kevin taught me a few more things.” 

“Wow!” Zeus said, wide eyed.  

“Do you think I’m a good person Zeus?”  I asked.

He reached out with his huge arm and pulled me into a hug with the two of them.  “You are a REALLY good guy, Andrew.”

I hugged back.  I was by no means a small guy, but smashed into these two slabs of all American beef, I felt wimpy and scrawny.  And both of them put out the heat of a bonfire.  “And I’ve had lots of gay sex.  And a lot of straight sex with Carol and Kevin.  A lot of sex, period.  And I liked it.  Who you love isn’t always up to you Zeus, and it certainly isn’t up to anyone else.  Neither is who you’re attracted to.  Your heart always tells you what you need.  Be gay.  Love who you are.  The good people will always want you to be who you need to be.  You should let yourself be who you need to be, too.  Don’t wait for people to be good to you, buddy.  You need to be good to yourself, first.”

“I love you guys.  Thank you.” Zeus said.  

“I love you brother.” Sleeper said.

“I love you, my brothers.” I followed.  I felt a weight leave me then.  Helping Zeus freed me somehow.  Maybe not all the way, but enough to tell me that maybe shoving Tom and Kevin in a buried box wasn’t the right way to get through my pain and hurt.

“I think we should have sex now.”  Zeus’s deep voice caused my body to vibrate, pressed up against him in that hug.  And there was enough command tone in his rumbling words that my dick immediately plumped up like a grilled sausage, complete with leaking juices.  Fuck.  I was in serious trouble if Zeus brought Tom out to play.

‘Man, Zeus, we have to get you a filter!’  I thought. But then I told myself to fuck off with that bullshit.  That was Zeus.  He spoke his mind.  I decided to take a page out of Carol’s book.

“Sleeper, drop that rag you call underwear, and hop back up.  We need to take this beast to school and show him how to please a real man.” I instructed.

Sleeper frowned, but like he’d practiced the move a thousand times, he wiggled his hips and dropped his panties like a good slut, not even using his hands.  “Hey, they’re my favorite pair, they fit just right.”  As I suspected, they collapsed off of his perfect anatomy with little more than a wish. 

Sleeper got into position and leaned back on his hands, just pleased as punch he was going to get worked over by the two of us.  His meaty thick legs were spread and hung relaxed, flaring out even more by being pressed against the crate.  

“Now, pleasing a man, or a woman for that matter, is all about showing how much you appreciate their body.  Sleeper here loves attention, but he’s not any different than anyone else.  Go ahead and feel those muscles you love on him.” I directed Zeus.  “And don’t rush it.  Taking your time and enjoying your favorite parts purely because you love the feel of him is a turn on.”

The gentle gorilla slowly ran his hands up Sleeper’s pale thighs, kneading and rubbing the defined hunks of muscle.  The high school wrestling champ flexed and hardened his quads with every firm massage of Zeus’s oversized paws.  He watched Zeus’s mesmerized face with a grin.  I saw Sleeper’s cock begin inflation, his hanging nuts rolling around in his loose shaved sack like reptile eggs about to spit out baby sea turtles.  

“Don’t touch his dick.  Leave it for later.  That’s what a man wants the most, for you to take care of his dick.  Some guys don’t care about their dicks at all, they want you to get in their ass.  Either way, the longer you can hold off touching his cock or his asshole, the better it will feel for him when you finally do.  Making him wait until you’ve had your fun everywhere else will drive him crazy.  Figure out what it is he wants from you, then tease him with taking your time getting around to it.”  I lectured.

Zeus ran his mitts up to Sleeper’s tight waist, over his solid abdomen.  Sleeper had his head thrown back, enjoying the erotic massage.  His toes were curled, I noticed, then spread out straight, then curled again, like he was trying to make a fist with his foot.  

“Rub the pubic area right above his dick.  Curl your hand around his crotch without grabbing the shaft.  See how his body is telling you how much he’s loving this?”

Zeus breathed out.  “He’s so warm.”  I watched as Sleeper’s legs spread even more as our battle buddy dug into his groin.  My dude was almost fully hard at this point, his engorged baby maker thicker at the base, and curved slightly towards the left.  

I moved to stand next to Zeus.  I took his other hand, and guided it up Sleeper’s hard torso, stopping briefly to let him grope those heavy pecs.  Then I moved his hand to Addison’s armpit, and he pulled his arm up to his head, flexing unconsciously.  

“There’s no hair.” Zeus said in wonder.  “He’s so smooth.” Letting his fingers caress the dips and valleys of Sleepers sweat machine.  

“Reach down and pull on his nuts.  Play with them.  Roll them around in your hand.  Gentle at first, then gradually stretch them out.”

Sleeper moaned.  “Oh, fuck yeah.  Yank on those jizz tankers, bro.”  He pulled his legs up to rest his heels on the edge of the crate.  

“You see that?  He’s spreading himself for you.”  I kept my voice soft, sultry.  “When a guy does that, he’s giving you permission to go further.  He wants you to feel everything he’s got down there.  He’s exposing his most vulnerable place, putting his trust in you to make him feel good.  That’s the sign he needs you to visit his ass.  Go ahead and run your hand under his balls.  Be firm, put your entire hand and palm on that lump between his asshole and his nuts.  That feels really good to a guy.  That meat right there sends signals to both his dick and his asshole, and he can’t decide which one of those he wants you to have more.  Slowly stroke him up and down, gradually moving a finger or two towards his hole.  If you do this right, he’ll be putty in your hands.”

Which Sleeper proved by leaning back even more and allowing his knees to fall to either side.  “Oh man, your hand feels so good.  Keep doing that.”

“Pull him back up, don’t let him lean back.  Keep going with that hand.  Look him in his beautiful eyes and ask him if he likes it.  Make him tell you how it feels.  Make him say it out loud.  He needs to hear himself surrender to you.  It doesn’t matter if he looks uncomfortable.  The more he’s willing to bear, the more he’s telling you he’s accepted you can do anything you want to him.”

Zeus grabbed Sleeper by the back of the neck and pulled him forward until his handsome pleasure filled face was just inches away.  “Do you like that, sexy man?  Do you like my hand between your legs?” Zeus improvised.  

Sleeper nodded.  “I love it, your hand is so big.  And your finger is making my hole twitch.” He was pushing down with his hips, trying to get Zeus to use more force.  

I raised myself up to whisper in Zeus’s ear, I didn’t want Sleeper to hear this part.  “Try to force a finger inside him, and kiss him at the same time.”

Zeus wasted no time.  I heard my buddy give a loud grunt just before Zeus forced his mouth onto Sleeper’s, shoving his tongue inside him.  I let this massive beast enjoy himself on my best friend fully for a minute, as he raped the helpless wrestler from both ends happily.  Then he came up for air.  

“Jesus!  No spit, or lube or anything!  Guuuunnnnnhhhh!”  Sleeper groaned.  Looks like Sleeper wasn’t all that worried about kissing anymore.  

“Ignore him.  If he didn’t want it, he’d have found a way to pull off.” I observed dryly.

“You’re such a fucker, Assmunch.”  I noticed his hips hadn’t stopped writhing, in spite of his complaints.

“That’s right, buddy.  And you’re about to find out how much of a fucker I really am.  Move aside, Zeus.  My turn.”

When Sleeper’s legs were clear, I folded him up to present the little pretty hole I now owned for my enjoyment.  Pinning his knees back alongside his chest, I dove right into his pucker with my tongue.  

“FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK, yeah eat it.  Damn I love it when you do that.”  Sleeper moaned for me.  “Taste that meat, fuck yeah.  Oh shit, chew on it just like that!  Harder!” I felt his hands grab my newly shaved head, pulling me into his crevice, wiggling his hips.  

I guess he thought the rules didn’t apply since Zeus was here.  I smacked his asscheek with about half the force I was capable of, knowing it was still going to hurt like hell.  Sleeper yelped.

“Sorry!  Sorry bro, I couldn’t help it!”  I had my hand cocked for another smack.  He sounded sincere.  He whined.  Addison fucking Montelongo, State Wrestling Champ, Soldier extraordinaire, Army Ranger School wannabe, son of some distant Spanish Ancestral nobility, whined because he wasn’t pleasing me.  Yeah, Carol taught me a LOT.  And I knew from personal experience being in that position could make you cum like you saw Jesus.  Which was my goal for him every time we had our fun.  I didn’t believe in boring sex.  Not anymore.

I looked up at him.  “Don’t let it happen again.” I growled.   You had to let them know they weren’t the ones in control.  That they got what you gave them, and no more.  Or more than what they deserved, because you wanted to do it, no other reason.  Give just an inch and the dynamic changed, things got sloppy, the terms of the transaction became unsatisfactory.  

Which meant poor Sleeper wasn’t going to get his shitter car-washed like he wanted.  I stood up, my shorts already down, and pushed my fuck stick up against his spit glistened hole.

“Wait, bro…” he pleaded.  I kept pushing, a steady pressure.  His poor little turd cutter was going to give out eventually.  In the war between tender butthole and my steel hard 8 inch dripping cock, my cock was going to win.  

“What?” I said, putting enough boredom into my voice to get the message across that this was happening.  I applied more pressure.  His legs were still pulled back and open.  He wasn’t trying to end this.  All the subtle signs were there that he wanted exactly what I was going to give him.  See, Sleeper didn’t actually WANT his ass fucked.  What he wanted more than anything was to just take a break from being the golden boy, the one everyone looked up to and feared, the parental expectation to be the very best at everything.  The weight on his shoulders was heavy.  He couldn’t relax his guard out there, but once I showed him all that pressure went away when he gave up all that control to me, it became an addiction.  If his hole getting fucked was part of the deal, he’d give up his ass willingly.  He didn’t have to be the tough guy wrestling champ, in fact I demanded he wasn’t.  If that took a little punishment to put him back in his place every now and then… well sometimes I think he broke the rules on purpose.  And the next time I wasn’t holding back.  I owed it to him to give him my best.

He still hadn’t answered.  “So, no ‘wait’, bro?” I taunted him.  I looked him right in the eye while I let a thick ribbon of spit fall right on his cock knuckled sphincter.  I shoved more.  He still wasn’t unclenching.

“Ohhhhhhhh, God…. Please don’t bust my shitter, bro.  Please….”

“Then you better relax.  You will lose this fight and it will tear you up.  All you have to do is surrender, buddy.  You just have to let go.  I’m actually being nice about it.  I could just rip right into you like last time.  But I’m giving you the chance to do this yourself.”

This was the moment.  The moment he had to accept that his complete surrender was what he wanted.  That it didn’t matter that it came at the expense of what he thought was his manhood.  He’d learn that he was no less a man for having a dick up his ass.  That it might actually increase his sense of being a man.  That it didn’t mean he wasn’t straight anymore.  And who knows, he may have loved the feeling of being violated like a cheap whore and treated like a cumrag TWICE last weekend.  I had no way of pinpointing that as anything but a possibility.  After all, this was just the second time my dick would be in his ass.  And this time was different, I wasn’t forcing myself into him at a weak moment.  No, this time it had to be him doing it to himself fully aware.   

And he let his breath go.  As soon as he did, my head began entering his ring.  “AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts!  Don’t push!  Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt!”  I wasn’t.  This was all him.  He took a few rapid breaths.  I let more spit trail from my lips to his hole.  After a half minute, I sunk in a couple inches.  He stopped me again.  Then he reached down to grab his ass cheeks, those beautiful haunches, and pulled them apart to open himself up more for me.  I sunk my pole all the way in, balls deep.

The deep moan he gave was half pain, half relief at his own need.  

“So deep.  It’s so big.” He groaned.  

The heat of his tunnel cooked my meat perfectly, and I could feel the fluids seeping from my piss slit.  His muscles spasmed continuously, and it felt like he was jacking off my thick cock with his incredibly tight hole.  I rocked side to side, still buried to the root, knowing my hardness was punching his rectal walls.  Man, he felt amazing.  

I took a slow half thrust.  Sleeper’s leaking cock bounced.  “Hey Zeus, you want to suck his dick?” I asked.  

Zeus darted over.  I could see a large wet spot on the front of his Army sweats.  Sleeper’s hard cock was almost as long as mine, just shaped different.  The big man bent down and tried to take my buddy’s dick in one swallow.  Instead, Zeus gagged halfway down.  

“Cover your teeth with your lips, buddy.  And open your throat.  Then use your tongue when he’s in your mouth.”  I kept up a slow, steady rhythm of fucking, using only half my dick, and not bottoming out completely.  I changed the angle of my stroke, to get that upward direction that would push up into his prostate.  

“Oh shit!  What are you doing?  It’s going straight to my dick.”  Sleeper announced.  He removed one hand to put it on Zeus’s head, forcing him down further onto his cock.

Zeus was a champ, opening up to let more of that juice root invade his face.  I allowed this much, enjoying how my straight buddy was getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling.  I knew that the time had come to rail him without mercy.  

I began pistoning into his shitcave, my nuts bounced off the bottom of his ass.  I was getting close, but I wanted Sleeper to fill our God’s throat with his grunt spunk.  I was going to fuck it out of him.  The slick walls of his dickchute gripped my shaft with every powerful thrust.  I sped up, hammering him.  He was bouncing so much Zeus didn’t have to move.  I was fucking Sleeper’s hard curved cock into his mouth.  

“I’m gonna cum, bro.  I’m gonna lose it.” Sleeper panted.  “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”  I grabbed Zeus’s head to keep him from pulling off and bucked up into my buddy like he was a twenty dollar whore.  My own orgasm fired up my throbbing shaft and shot out into Sleeper’s guts.  I didn’t announce it or change my motion.

The sound of Sleeper’s grunting whine told me he was spewing his own creamy essence over Zeus’s tongue.  Zeus let out a unintelligible question around the veiny meat penetrating his lips.

“Swallow it, Zeus.  Sleeper made that for you as a gift.”  I told him, still holding his head in place.  “It’s a part of him he wants you to have inside you.  Show him how thankful you are.”

I kept up my thrusts, slower and gentle now as my balls expelled the last of my swimmers, the lazy ones, into my friend.   I pulled my dick out slowly.

“Your turn Zeus.  Show Sleeper how much you love him.”  I directed.

Sleeper looked at me with a worried face.  

“Relax, buddy, this won’t change anything.  We’re doing this for Zeus.”  I assured him.

Zeus stood up and pulled his sweats down to free his leaking monster.  Like everything about him, his manmeat was larger than life.  It had to have been an inch or two longer than me, and just as thick.  He was uncircumcised, and even hard his foreskin drooped from the head like a monks cowl.  

“Push his knees down to get him spread like you want him, butterfly his ass, fold him out like a book.  Don’t worry, he can take it.  You’re fucking a real man there, he’s used to a little pain.”  I urged him.

A wad of my nut had escaped the vault of Sleeper’s ruined hole, which was still pulsating from the fuck I’d given him.  My DNA sauce decorated his swollen opening like milk on a frosted flake.  I fought the urge to slurp it off his hole.  Zeus’s veiny snake would need every source of lubricant for the invasion.  

My buddy lay there spent and surrendered, resolved to his role as a milking sleeve for our manly needs.  I could see the absolute capitulation in the relaxation of every muscle he carried.  He now realized the overwhelming ecstasy he’d experienced last week, and the previous times I’d masticated him to orgasm weren’t accidental.  His ass was the source of heightened pleasure.  He could no longer deny the soul wrenching force of ejaculating while a cock stretched him out from the inside.  I knew that feeling well.  

Zeus pushed his butthole digging worm through Sleeper’s now adjusted outer ring.  They both let out a sensual moan.  My buddy’s ample cock started to power up once again.  He was in the right head space for Zeus to fuck another load out of him, if Zeus could hold on long enough to get him there.

“Jesus, why does it feel so good?” Sleeper asked.  

Zeus began plunging in and out of him, lost in his own world of pleasure.  He ran his hands over Sleeper’s beautiful body.  He long-dicked the hole beneath him, taking full strokes to share every inch.  I noticed that Sleeper’s pucker would seal over Zeus’s foreskin on the pullout, keeping it from exiting and stretching it out.  Damn that was sexy as hell.

Zeus’s rhythm increased, until he was full on rutting that wrestler rump like a rabid animal.  He forced his tongue into Sleeper’s mouth, completely smothering my buddy’s lips.  Sleeper was grunting with every thrust back into Zeus’s mouth, and I could tell when the friction and pounding made him empty his balls.  Zeus didn’t stop, he probably didn’t even notice that he made Sleeper cum.  He was grunting now himself, stabbing his sizeable prick deep into Sleeper’s fuck chute with every hard thrust while Sleeper took the violent pounding without complaint.  The notes of Zeus’s grunting ascended, getting higher, and I could tell he was ready to blow his wad.  

With a final shuddering explosion, his entire giant body seized as he delivered the creamy payload deep inside Sleeper’s secret private bunker.

“FUDGE!” Zeus exhaled into Sleeper’s mouth.  He quickly followed with another grunt as more streams of dick juice spurted out into his crush.  And again.  Each time accompanied by another violent plunge.  “I can’t stop, it’s not stopping!” He groaned, continuing to fire volley after volley from his meat cannon.  I can’t imagine how much seed was pouring into my buddy’s wrecked hole.  Then he slowed, taking a few lazy strokes.  And then he whined like a helo spinning up it’s rotors and plunged in again.  “Oh fudge, oh shoot! It’s happening again!”  More animal grunts into Sleeper’s waiting mouth as one more time he was taken by the aggressive pumping of his seed spitter.  

It was probably the greatest male orgasm I’d ever had the privilege to witness.  For power, for length, for passion, for uncontrolled physical release, for the sheer expression of masculine togetherness that was Sleeper passively accepting everything Zeus had to give, and Zeus pouring everything he had into the man he loved.  It was fucking beautiful