It was over eighty degrees (27 Celsius) in the tired, cramped bunk-room of our barracks. We were stuck in some random base in the middle of the Mediterranean, pouring years of our lives into manning a military base in case we were ever needed. I had nothing going on with my life back in Wyoming so committing to three years over here seemed like a good way to kill time, and to earn benefits I could use for an education later on. Serving had really made a ‘man’ out of me, lemme tell ya…
Somehow our room seemed even hotter than the air outside. And air conditioning? Hadn’t had that basic comfort in 35 months since the day I left Wyoming. One month to go though, until I was back at home.
Today was my one day each month when I got to skip squad chores. Our group of eight guys was responsible for cleaning and maintaining the armory and its surrounding outdoor area, but we got eight days a month when one of us could take off, rotating it equally. That meant today was my “self-meditation” day.
I slid my pants and underwear down in my bottom bunk and wiggled my little dick around a bit. It looked sad, like me, from only getting some love from my hand for the last three years. I’d finally started fucking a few guys right before I enlisted, unleashing years of pent up closeted gay horniness. I got a few in before I had to ship off halfway around the world; my only date my own hand now.
I heard some thunder rumble in the distance and the sound of rain starting to patter on the roof. I settled into my bunk, hearing the metal frame creaking softly beneath me and the three inch thick mattress, the springs digging into my back.
I’d managed to keep my pubes trimmed, a small act of defiance and personal preference in a place where most guys just let it grow wild. I rubbed pre-cum into my glans and felt the intense sensitivity of a penis that only got some love once a week at best. It only took a minute to get hard; six inches of smooth military meat at mass. I stroked my six-inch dick, cut and hard now, the head smooth against my palm. I let out a low groan, a rumbling sound that matched the thunder outside.
I inverted my hand and squeezed my cock head, rubbing my frenulum in tight, constricting circles with my palm. My abs squeezed in response to the extreme sensitivity.
I was just getting to the good part when the door creaked open.
My hand froze. My eyes snapped open. The light from the hallway spilled in, and for a split second, I was a deer in the headlights, caught completely off guard. My squad leader, Jake, who was a 24-year-old ripped stallion, walked through the doorway, tailed by our newest recruit, Mark. Mark was a dark-skinned 19-year old who’d just joined us a few weeks back.
They were covered in dirt, their camo pants stained with mud, and with sweat slick on their foreheads. The rain must have come down hard, forcing them in early. A wave of embarrassment rushed over me.
Jake’s eyes went straight to my hand, and a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. Mark, however, looked like he’d just seen a ghost. His eyes, wide and dark, darted from me to Jake and back again.
"Jesus, Clay, my bad dude…” Jake said. “Guess I should’ve known that we should’ve knocked first…”
“Sorry, sorry, my bad!!!” I stammered, my cheeks burning. I quickly pulled my hand away and fumbled with my boxers, trying to cover myself up.
Jake took a step inside, kicking the door shut with his heel. Mark followed, his movements hesitant. We all knew this was part of military life. Everyone jerks it on their off day. But getting caught was more rare. Usually, we had at least two hours before a single chore was completed. It felt like a violation of the one tiny piece of privacy I had.
Jake leaned against the bunk across from mine, his arms crossed over his chest, his powerful biceps straining against the fabric of his grimy t-shirt. He had a few tattoos on his arm of some lyrics and a sword. I knew there were more that snaked down his side and across his abs.
"So," he said, the grin still on his face. "Looking for some help there, buddy?"
My heart was pounding in my chest. He was a shit stirrer, and this was how he always tested our boundaries. He had a girlfriend back home, but the time over here without any girls, the stress, and infinite dudes in every direction, usually set off most guys to do some gay shit at one time or another. I’d sucked off three straight guys in my three years here, and Jake was one of them, albeit only two other times.
Now he looked hungry to let loose. He was always hungry, just not enough to follow through most times. Mark looked baffled. He was still so new to all this. He was still in his ‘back home’ mindset, as we usually called it, so hearing Jake’s offer must’ve spooked him.
"What'd you have in mind?" I said, trying to keep my calm.
Jake’s grin widened. Without a word, he unbuttoned his pants. The zipper came down and then he lowered his grimy, mud-caked shorts and boxer briefs just enough to free a solid and semi-hard six-inch dick (15cm). His pubes were a mess, like he hadn’t shaved them once since enlisting. They matched his energy. He was our leader and we’d do anything for him or follow him anywhere, but all that pressure also usually led to him needing to let off some steam as our resident prankster.
He took a step towards my bunk and wiggled his hips, his dick swinging in the air, right in front of my face. "Got a little appreciation for my service, soldier?" he said, teasing me.
The grimy, musky scent of him, of his dick and his tangled pubes, hit me hard. It was raw and earthy, a scent that should have been a turn-off, but I was always desperate for dick over here, so I couldn’t really be picky. My hand moved on its own accord, reaching out and wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. I leaned forward, my knees digging into the rough blanket on my bunk, and opened my mouth.
He let out a low, satisfied grunt as I took him in. I took as much of him as I could, my lips wrapping around the shaft, my tongue swirling around the tip. I could feel his scratchy, dirty pubes against my cheeks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark flinch. He took a step back, his dark eyes wide with shock. This was too much for him.
Jake, still standing, his hands on his hips, looked at Mark and let out a short laugh. "Don't worry, man. You'll get used to it. A mouth’s a mouth, you'll be glad for one in a few years. Might as well take advantage of someone who will actually do a good job while we still have him around!”
I pulled off him and looked up, my lips slick with the salty, bitter taste of cock. Jake’s eyes were half-closed, probably imagining his girlfriend. "Good, Clay. That's good."
“Mark, I’ll do you too, if you want?” I offered, not wanting to push too much.
“Trust me, he’s good dude!” Jake urged him on.
I saw Mark’s eyes drift down. He looked at my face, my red, swollen cheeks, then looked to Jake’s pulsing, manly, unkempt meat, then back to a view I couldn’t see, likely of Jake’s hairy, fat ass cheeks.
I was shocked when Mark stepped forward. Without a word, he also unbuttoned his pants, his hands shaking, and pulled his own boxers down. He was soft, but looked big. His dark skin extended to his package, an uncut, heavy, less hairy hanging set of confused dick and balls.
Younger than my 22 and Jake’s 24, Mark had the lean, tight body of a nineteen year old. He wasn’t built like Jake, but was just as athletic looking. His own groin doubled the musky, raunchy scent in the air.
"He wants you too," Jake said, pointing at me. "Go on, take him."
I crawled off my bunk, my knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. I knelt between them and reached out, taking Jake’s cock in my left hand and Mark’s in my right. The two textures were so different. Jake’s was hard and rough, with a thick, pulsating vein running down the length of it. Mark’s was softer, smoother, the foreskin acting as a soft, delicate sheath.
Mark’s dick got longer as I stroked it, settling in at about seven inches (18cm). I brought it to my mouth, giving it a gentle, exploratory lick, before I slid my tongue underneath his foreskin, tasting a pungent saltiness.
Jake nodded at me, a silent command from my squad leader. I switched, taking Jake’s cock back into my mouth. I went from one to the other, back and forth, my hands stroking their shafts, my tongue swirling around their heads. I could feel the heat building in both of them, the tension in their bodies. I was their squad mate, their teammate, their tool.
As I worked, my own dick began to throb. I reached down and started stroking myself, adding to the rhythm. My hand went up and down my own shaft, and the grunts and moans from Jake and Mark became more frequent, more desperate. I looked up at them, and their eyes were glazed over, both of them focused on the image of girls down below, instead of me. I went faster, sucking on Mark’s uncut cock, then swallowing Jake’s thick length, then back again. My hand worked my own cock, the slick skin of my hand against my dick.
The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, of my sucking and their groans. I could feel their bodies on either side of me, their legs brushing against my shoulders, their hands on my head, guiding me, pushing me, holding me. I was completely theirs, a vessel for their lust.
I was nearing my own climax when Jake spoke.
"Clay," he said. I pulled off of Mark’s dick to look up at him. "Open your mouth. Mark let’s feed him at the same time."
I didn’t have to think twice. I nodded, my mouth opening, my tongue licking my lips.
He looked at Mark, and nodded with another command. Then, in unison, they both let out a low roar. Jake lunged forward, his cock plunging into my mouth, and Mark followed suit, pushing his own length into the other side of my mouth, against my other cheek. With two dicks fighting for space in my mouth, inevitably rubbing against each other too, they both whimpered and groaned their way through their orgasms in unison. Impossible volumes of hot, thick, disgusting semen poured into my mouth, coating my teeth, tongue, and throat.
The two of them summing at the same time meant that my throat quickly ran out of room. Their cum swirled around in my mouth, spilling out onto my lips and chin, and coating their cocks. Thinking about their twisted view and the feeling they must’ve had, watching their straight dicks rub on each other and become coated in another guy’s cum, was such a fucking turn-on. The taste was truly awful; pungent, salty, and raw, from the morning chores.
I felt my own climax burst, making me gag as I choked through my own moans. Mark pulled from my mouth, looking flustered, which just left Jake more space to deep throat me with his spent, semi-hard cock. This was for me now; he wasn’t selfish and wanted to thank me for my mouth. With his cock buried in my throat and his hand rubbing my hair, I came all over the floor in between us. The taste of his raunchy cock was like rocket fuel for a crazy climax.
I stayed on my knees, my head tilted back, my mouth full of Jake and my own cock still pulsating in my hand, until the last drop was sucked down. I fell backwards with his dick pulled from my mouth, my head hitting the rough blanket on my bunk, my body shaking with exhaustion. The two of them stood over me, their chests heaving, their breathing ragged.
“Good job, soldier…” Jake smiled down at me.
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