Battle Buddies - Rangers

Zeus

He was eleven the first time Ezekiel punished him. After his father died it fell to his oldest brother Ezekiel to dole out any punishment required and he seemed to enjoy doing so finding the smallest excuse to give Gabriel a strapping. At eleven, Gabriel was considered ‘almost a man’ according to his brother. Gradually over the next year, he learned not to cry. The year after that he learned not to beg for mercy or make what Ezekiel call ‘empty promises to be good’. When he was sixteen he finally learned it enraged his brother further if he showed any indication he was being strapped and that he was the cause of his own punishment. He didn’t complete his chores fast enough. He didn’t do them well enough. He didn’t rush home after school. His grades weren’t high enough. He was too sullen, or too happy, too talkative, too noticeable, not helpful, disrespectful, lazy, reluctant, clumsy, inconvenient. He was strapped if he got blood on his clothes when the cuts caused by the leather rein broke open when he did his chores. Even his skin was bad for it refused to stay together and bled, his sweat stinging his wounds causing a continuous torturous reminder of his failure as a man. Ezekiel didn’t care that Gabriel wasn’t yet full grown, he was still expected to do everything his older, bigger brothers did on the farm.

At 18 he joined the Army and didn’t tell his family. He waited for the day they would take him off to be sworn in. Gabriel knew that was a bad thing for him to do, abandon them without telling them. The others in his family would have to work harder to make up for his absence. Ezekiel was right: he had badness all the way through him. With other things he truly didn’t want to be bad but his desire to leave was something he actually wanted so strongly he thought of nothing else until the day they would put him on a bus to Milwaukee. He could not ignore that he wanted to do this bad thing. Ezekiel was right. He wanted to be bad.

Gabriel didn’t make friends. He had no time for friends, it wasn’t permitted. His childhood friend George stopped coming to the farm and asking for him before he turned 12. It made Gabriel sad to see him in school because he loved George but Ezekiel would surely strap him if he allowed his attention to wander from lessons and schoolwork. George had grown up into a beautiful young man and Gabriel would often stare at his former friend longingly, remembering their closeness, the laughter they shared, his sparkling eyes and boundless energy. He often wished he could just go up to George and hug him like they were friends again, but that was bad. He was bad for just thinking it. He watched George get picked on for being small but he could do nothing for his former friend. In spite of it, George never lost his smile or his optimism. By 17, Gabriel was already quite big and could have helped George many times, protecting him. But getting into an altercation would surely earn him another strapping.

Soon after the strappings started, he learned it did no good to go to his mother, or his other brothers and sisters for help. Involving them meant Ezekiel strapped him harder for trying to have them interfere. A man did not depend upon others to intercede. A man did not ask his family to save him from the consequences of his own bad actions.

It wasn’t until he finished Basic and went to AIT that he discovered he would not be given tasks to complete after duty hours. Which left him time to notice the soldiers around him. And he felt intense shame when he understood he only watched the men. He was bad. But the men he saw were so beautiful. They had a happiness that made them shine larger than their fragile perfect bodies. They possessed an intensity of youth, eagerness, they were so bold and confident he fell quietly in love with what they were, what they had, their potential was limitless if they only knew how to apply themselves. But he did not speak to them. He did not trust himself to get close to them, neither physically nor emotionally. He had to resist his bad nature. He must refuse to entertain his deficiency.

That was what he thought until the Army sent him to Germany and he became a Bravo. At first it was just another posting, another task to complete. He didn’t know why he was sent there and he didn’t care. He would do everything they asked without question. That was how you were good. He saw how the Platoon grew closer and became a brotherhood over the course of the first four months. They helped each other become better and stronger until they seemed to know exactly how to tackle any obstacle they were given. He began to relax when he realized that even though he didn’t participate in their games, their fun, their conversations or their planning, they still took him into consideration and watched out for him. When they understood he wouldn’t shower with them, they silently left him alone to shower by himself without interruption. They took turns offering to put his laundry in with theirs. They spoke to him as if he were one of them without expecting him to speak back. They made him feel as if he belonged as one of them and that he wasn’t alone like he’d been since he was 11.

It wasn’t until Andrew drew him into that conversation in the barracks that Gabriel thought maybe they wanted him to be their friend and that maybe he could be their friend at least a little.

He’d been watching Andrew and noticed how he treated everyone. Andrew was good, a good man. He cared about his men, doing things right, completing tasks, and cared about the Army. Gabriel knew soon after meeting him that no one else in the Platoon would have been as perfect for Platoon Leader as Andrew. Andrew found the best in people, he tried to understand them and lifted them up in the ways they needed to be their best. He let others shine in the areas they excelled, stepping back to allow them to take the lead depending on the situation. He corrected and guided rather than punished. That Saturday night in the bay alone with Andrew was a turning point for him and Andrew had worked his special magic making Gabriel feel safe enough to open up just a little. Andrew just knew the right things to say. He’d even almost told Andrew about his feelings for Sleeper but he was able to stop himself before revealing too much.

At that point he wasn’t even sure what exactly he felt about Addison Montelongo he only knew Addison was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen and he couldn’t stop thinking about him or staring at his always near naked body when they were in the barracks. He noticed that the other Bravos weren’t shy about letting their eyes roam over Addison’s well muscled tall body and that Addison didn’t mind in the least that he was looked at which allowed Gabriel to feel it wasn’t bad to appreciate what he was seeing. Addison’s confidence without vanity, his kindness, competence, playful basic nature and easy smile did something inside Gabriel that both frightened him and inflamed him. Addison didn’t speak to him very much, but when he did it was with respect, kindness, and a desire to make him feel at ease. It was as if Addison supplicated to him. Gabriel often thought it should be the other way around. He wanted Addison to be his friend but he couldn’t bring himself to broach the subject and open up too much. To do so felt dangerous and willful. That couldn’t be allowed and sometimes that made him sad.

“Hey Zeus,”. Addison called from his bunk, interrupting Gabriel’s thoughts. “Want to take a walk? I want to get out of here, get some air.”

That’s what Sleeper did, he asked. He could have told Gabriel to go with him and Gabriel would do it, but instead he requested it like it was up to Gabriel whether they would go or not. He was more comfortable being told but the guys always asked him. He liked it when Addison asked, it made him feel like he was important, that what he wanted was important.

“Okay.” He answered. If it meant spending time alone with his boyfriend, he would do anything. Well, anything except breaking the rules. They didn’t have to be asleep in their bunks for another hour.

Addison smiled. It felt like it was a smile just for him and he flushed with warmth. “C’mon buddy.” Gabriel fell in behind Sleeper and they went outside.

They walked for a bit, not saying anything for a few minutes. Then Addison spoke up. “Zeus, you looked lost in thought in there. What were you thinking about?”

“You. The Bravos. My brother a little bit.” Gabriel answered truthfully. He didn’t have to hide anything from Addison.

Sleeper didn’t say anything right away. “You have a brother?” He finally said.

Gabriel shrugged. “I have seven brothers and four sisters.”

“That’s a lot. Wow.” Addison exclaimed. “Are you the oldest?”

He grinned. “We had the biggest family in town. And I’m the youngest boy, I have just one sister who is younger. She should be graduating high school this year.”

“That must have been cool, having all those brothers and sisters to hang out with growing up. My parents didn’t have any other kids, I’m the only one.”

Gabriel shrugged again. “We didn’t have a lot of time to do anything except chores and work on the farm. Especially after my father died. We went to school, came home, did our work, ate dinner, did our homework then went to bed.”

“Sounds like no fun.” Addison observed. “What else did you do? What did you do when you weren’t doing all that?”

“What do you mean? There was nothing else.”

“Nothing? Ever?” Addison seemed surprised.

“No.” There was no bitterness in the statement. He knew other kids had fun, played in the woods, did things like sports and going to the one public swimming pool in town. He knew most of the boys at school, and some of the girls, went hunting during season. Gabriel’s brothers never took him hunting. But for him it was more important to do the never ending work having a farm required. And he had no money anyway to do anything that needed to be paid for. You did not shirk your work. Hard work made you a man. Doing it without complaint made you a better man. Doing it well and perfectly made you a good man. And Gabriel really wanted to be a good man even though he wasn’t. Even though he did all those things, he was still bad, still lazy, still clumsy and neglectful. He would just have to do better.

“Fuck, bro. Your childhood must have sucked.” Addison whistled in shock.

He didn’t know how to respond to that. He’d stopped wishing for his life to be different a long time ago. Besides, his true childhood, when he wasn’t a man before he turned 11, was pretty good. He got to play and he and George had fun. But as Ezekiel had told him he was no longer a child at 11 and would not do what he had done before. It was time to grow up and be a man.

“Come on, over here.” Addison said, pulling Gabriel’s arm and leading him to the side of a building they had been walking past. Built off the back was a roofless brick enclosure that held the large heating and cooling units for the building. Addison made quick work of the padlock on the gate which any of the Bravos could have done without a thought. Padlocks were easy, you didn’t even have to pick the tumblers. Just insert something thin down the round shaft of the post to push the internal spring catch away from the notched end of the post. He led Gabriel inside.

“What are we doing here, Addison?” He was confused. The equipment was almost roaring. The enclosure was maybe twelve by twelve, and a foot and a half perimeter surrounded the eight foot tall heating and cooling unit.

“This.” Addison said, before reaching for Gabriel’s head and pulling him in for a kiss. “I couldn’t wait anymore.” He said between deep tonguing motions of his mouth.

“MMMMMMMM”. Gabriel found himself moaning into his boyfriend’s lips. He was glad Addison decided it was okay to kiss because he loved kissing him. Gabriel grabbed his beautiful boyfriend and crushed him in his arms. Addison didn’t complain that Gabriel was hurting him, or he was too strong. Addison was tough, he could take everything Gabriel did.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, buddy.” Addison panted. “I can’t believe you do this to me.”

Gabriel thought it was the other way around. Addison could make him do unwise things. They shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t have broken in to a secure area but he couldn’t say no to Addison, and found himself wanting whatever his boyfriend wanted.

Addison broke off the kiss. “I want to try something.” He said, fumbling with the slip catch on Gabriel’s woven belt.

“What Addison?” he asked, puzzled. The night was cold, but not too cold for Gabriel. He’d grown up in Wisconsin. If Addison wanted to undress him, he wasn’t sure why.

“Shhhh, just let me do this.”

“Okay.”

And Addison squatted down in front of him and pulled his erect penis out from his pants. He watched Addison look at his large member and stick out his tongue to take a fast swipe as if he wanted to taste it.

“Gabriel, I’ve never done this. It probably won’t be any good, but I’m going to try.”

Gabriel took a surprised breath. “Are you going to put my penis in your mouth, Addison?”

“Yeah, buddy, I am. Hold on to your socks. Here goes.” And Addison took a deep breath, then opened his sexy lips to take the head of his penis inside.

Oh good gracious, his mouth was warm. Addison stopped moving, waited very still for a few seconds while Gabriel looked down at him. His penis seemed really big in comparison to Addison’s face. He seemed to be hesitating, or waiting for something. That was okay, this felt really good and if Addison wanted to stay just like this it was fine with him. He’d never had anyone put his penis in their mouth. He’d done it to Addison because Andrew asked him if he wanted to, but before he was asked he had never thought of putting his penis in anyone’s mouth. He knew other people did it, the guys talked about it a lot. But when Andrew asked him if he wanted to do it to Addison back in November, he suddenly knew he wanted Addison’s penis in his mouth, and it was the most wonderful thing he had every experienced. He hoped Addison thought it was wonderful too.

* * * *

Sleeper

The reality was so much different than the thought he’d had when he decided he wanted to do this for Gabriel. Sleeper had more than his fair share of blowjobs from the girls he had sex with and they were fucking amazing. There really was only a couple things better in life than someone sucking on your dick, feeling their lips pressing against your hard shaft, your head pressing into the back of their mouth, hearing the slurping sounds, how the pressure changed from moment to moment, that tongue moving all around. If you were lucky, the chick played with your balls, that was guaranteed to start the cum flowing.

So of course he wanted to show the same pleasure to Gabriel, but never in his life had he ever been remotely interested in having another dude’s dick anywhere near his face. It was just fucking gross. He absolutely had to get past that. This was Gabriel, and he deserved his best effort. This would be Zeus’s first blowjob, and he knew he was probably going to fuck it up royally. Shit, he should have gotten Wanker to do this, but fuck if he was going to let anyone else suck Gabriel’s dick the first time. Maybe he should have asked Wanker to give him a lesson. How the fuck did girls do this? He couldn’t even think about getting more in his mouth than the head right now. His mouth had filled with saliva immediately, that gush that signaled a puke coming on, and he absolutely could not do that. He had to get past this. It was a dude’s fucking dick touching the inside of his mouth… he was fighting the revulsion.

That wasn’t the only issue. Zeus’s cock was at least 9 inches, and he had a foreskin, and he was dripping pre-cum. it almost seemed too thick for his mouth, both the dick and the pre-cum. How was he going to do this? He had to move. Zeus was patient, he just stood there looking down at Sleeper holding his dickhead in his lips. ‘Don’t think about it’ he told himself. ‘Pussy, just think about eating pussy, it’s just skin, like licking Zeus’s forearm, or his chest.’ That wasn’t so bad. The air he had been holding in his lungs came out through his nose, and he closed his eyes before trying to take a little more of his cock. He had to stop once again when a stomach spasm threatened to send his dinner back up. He came off Zeus’s dick with his eyes watering.

“Sorry buddy, I’m trying.” He said, breathing hard.

Zeus smiled down at him. “It feels really good, Addison.” Thank fucking God Zeus had never had a real blowjob. He had nothing to compare this pathetic attempt with.

Sleeper grabbed Zeus’s thick heavy pole and peeled the foreskin back and down the shaft, exposing the head. He wasn’t sure if that was better because now he could see all the features that made a dick a dick.. the head, the piss slit…it seemed so alive up close like this. He stroked the cock in his hand slowly, staring at it. That was actually kind of hot, watching Zeus’s throbbing dick as he stroked it, seeing the foreskin slide up and back. Zeus did have an amazing dick. Then, on every fifth stroke Sleeper darted in and wrapped his mouth around just the first couple inches then pulled off. Soon he was stroking and following his hand with his mouth for multiple strokes. That’s it, just a little mouth action he didn’t need to do more, just enough to vary the sensation, keep his mind off what he was actually doing. Before he knew it, he was staying on Zeus’s dick while his hand moved and it wasn’t bothering him, it wasn’t gross. He started to get into it and began going lower with every plunge. He discovered if he pressed his mouth to his hand while he was stroking the shaft, it seemed easier.

Zeus was making pleased noises, so he must be doing something right. And right then his brain clicked over and he suddenly understood how it worked because Zeus was getting into it and that drove him to try harder. He felt his own dick start to get hard with every moan that Zeus made. He was past the taste, past the thought of this being a man’s dick sliding over his tongue. Now it was the key to making Zeus feel good and that’s the only thing that mattered. He took more until half of the shaft went in, his jaw opened wide but he kept his lips covering his teeth. He tried for more but gagged when it hit the back of his throat and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to take any more. But he wasn’t having any more problems diving down on his buddy’s beautiful dick. ‘Beautiful? Where the fuck had that come from?’ But he couldn’t deny it, Zeus’s cock was beautiful, just like the rest of him. A real man’s dick, thick and long, heavy and warm, and now that he wasn’t focused on suppressing all thoughts of what he was doing, he began to notice other details. Zeus’s soft blonde pubes that surrounded the base. His big heavy balls pushed out by his thick meaty thighs, suspended by the waistband of his briefs. The scent of healthy musk like a locker room but also Zeus’s specific smell which was fresh, clean, and soothing like the outdoors in summer. He found he wanted to breathe it in because it was making his pulse race and sending warm waves of pleasure throughout his body. It felt like a drug, if Sleeper had ever done any drugs, which he hadn’t. But it seemed like what a couple of his high school buddies had described. Your mind got lighter, your body relaxed, you felt really good and easy. The heat from Zeus’s legs felt good in the cold air as it radiated against his face, arms, and chest. He moaned. Fuck! He was sucking cock and liking it. Damn, he had to get more in his mouth. Now, the spit his saliva glands released was the salivation of enjoyment. He knew he was drooling the excess and didn’t care. He moved his head eagerly and left his right hand motionless to squeeze the base while he slurped up and down what was left, fully six inches of thick hard throbbing God meat. He pulled Zeus’s foreskin with his lips and played with the loose skin. The taste of the fluid leaking from the slit was amazing. There was no longer a single thing about it that wasn’t driving him into ever increasing gratification. And he recognized that his brain had clicked over again. This all began with doing something he found repulsive, having to force himself. Then it switched to focusing on how much it was pleasing his buddy which made him feel good. Now, he knew he was doing it because it was something he wanted…no he NEEDED to get this beautiful cock in his mouth. He didn’t even care if he made Zeus bust his nut, he could just suck on his hard cock for hours, breathe in his incredible scent, taste his juices, absorb the heat coming off his body. He forced the solid cockhead all the way to the back of his throat and choked himself on it. Fuck yes. ‘I’m gonna choke myself on this dick. I fuckin’ want it.’ He thought. Yeah, he wanted it now, wanted all of it.

Zeus was really moaning now, and Sleeper was grateful for the roaring of the equipment behind him.

“Addison…”. Zeus groaned. Sleeper felt Zeus’s hands grab his head, and that turned him on even more. Up until now, the big man had been passive. He felt pressure on his head as his buddy forced him further down until the head pushed past the back of his throat just slightly. He choked again, but not as violently as the first time.

Now, Zeus was actively pulling him off, then pulling him back, fucking Sleeper’s head back and forth on his stationary dick. Sleeper moved his hand from the base of Zeus’s cock and reached under to grab his large nutsack. Holy fuck, he wanted to be face fucked by this raging beast. The more forceful Zeus became, the higher Sleeper’s pleasure soared. He quickly fumbled with his belt and pants. He had to get his dick out before he came in his pants. Thank God he had the presence of mind to do that, he could blast at any moment, all it was going to take was for Zeus to lose all control and start doing the fucking himself. The thought of being used like this put him right on the edge. Zeus did not disappoint him. His hips began thrusting as he also pulled Sleeper’s head towards him. Sleeper felt his throat get punished, and every few strokes resulted in this big cock slipping past the resistance there and forcing its way further in. Oh fuck, that was going to make him cum. He felt his balls pull up and he reached down to help his orgasm along wanting to pull the cum from his balls with his hand. He still gagged every few strokes and that only added to his excitement.

“Oh! Oh fudge!” Zeus called out. Sleeper lost it, felt his hot cum shooting out of his dick in thick spurts as Zeus tensed up and pulled his mouth all the way down to the base of his dick as he let out a deep grunt. Sleeper couldn’t think about anything but being lost in his own orgasm and feeling his balls literally spilling every drop of cum he had in him. He knew on some level he was choking. It was painful, and pleasurable at the same time, it was a hard cum, the kind that seizes your entire body. He didn’t care what Zeus was doing to his mouth, he only cared about this feeling and making it last as long as possible, drowning himself in waves of ecstasy. He felt six heavy spurts fly up and out of his dick, a second apart. He felt the hot load slide down his fist as more and more pumped out. He was spasming as the end neared, jolts of tension jerking his body as it tried to pump out smaller and smaller amounts of cum. He was literally pushing his forehead into Zeus’s stomach and he suddenly realized he had almost swallowed Zeus’s entire cock and how much his jaw was hurting. And that he couldn’t breathe. He jerked back off and felt his buddy’s dick slide past his tongue and lips. It flopped out, covered with saliva. He saw the head release a few slow dribbles of cum that stretched out before falling to the ground between his knees. His chin had Zeus’s cum that he’d choked up dripping off of it. He darted forward and lapped up the next glob that formed on his piss slit. Zeus’s cum…most of which now swam around in his stomach he was sure. He hadn’t been paying attention to whether Zeus had cum or not, but seeing the remnants oozing out his piss slit he knew he’d been inseminated and just the thought of Zeus fucking his load into his throat forced a groan from his throat.

“Fuck. Holy Shit. Fuck. That was…”. Sleeper couldn’t find the right words. Zeus’s chest was heaving with gasping breaths.

“Addison..”. The giant panted. “I have never felt anything like that. That was amazing. You are the best at blowjobs. Is blowjob a bad word? I don’t think it’s a bad word. I think it’s okay to say blowjob.” Zeus gasped between almost every word. “I want more blowjobs.”

Sleeper had to laugh, looking up at Zeus’s beautiful face. “Yeah buddy, we all do. I’m glad you liked it. I was worried I wasn’t going to do a good job. It definitely took some getting used to, but I get it now. I think I know why some chicks and gay dudes love to do it. It’s fucking intense.” Sleeper swiped the mixture of cum and spit off his chin.

Zeus reached down and pulled Sleeper to his feet. Then he pulled him into a hug and leaned in to kiss him. Fuck, just a couple months ago Sleeper would have never touched another dude’s dick, or let another dude slide his tongue in his mouth. Somehow though, Zeus made him want to forget all that. Then Sleeper realized anything Zeus wanted, he would do for him. Everything had changed. He knew Zeus referred to him as his boyfriend, which was fine with Sleeper, he didn’t mind because it wasn’t like everyone knew. But until now, he himself hadn’t thought of Zeus that way. They were having fun, Sleeper could separate what he did for Zeus as making Zeus happy. Sure, he got a little something out of it too, but mostly it was for Zeus. It felt good to see a smile on his massive buddy’s face. Zeus didn’t smile enough, he seemed far too serious and withdrawn most of the time. Sleeper knew he and Andrew were the whole reason Zeus had started coming out of his shell. Andrew said they could help Zeus be an absolute beast, and they had to bring who he was meant to be out of him slowly and gently. Andrew thought the real Zeus was hiding, that he was never meant to be a silent, gentle giant, and that he was protecting himself from something. Maybe it was that he was gay, but Andrew didn’t think that was all of it.

“Addison…”. Zeus said while he held Sleeper in a very comfortable hug. Sleeper could fall asleep like this, being held by this big man. Zeus made him feel safe, and loved. Women had loved him, sure. Friends had loved him. That felt good, knowing he had their attention, that they wanted to make him happy. This felt different. He felt that Zeus loved him just to love him, just because Zeus wanted to. It was a warm love. And it’s different when you know the person loving you could protect you and was even more capable, competent, and proficient than you were. Sleeper had always been the best. His parents demanded it. They also provided everything he needed to reach his potential. He graduated private high school 3rd in his class, no small feat. He was state wrestling champ in his weight class. He could sing, and play piano, really well if his teachers weren’t lying. He’d never tell the brothers that though. His parents wanted him to accept one of the several scholarships he’d been offered to go to universities, but Sleeper had to figure out what he wanted for himself out of life first. The scholarships weren’t important, his family had plenty of money for when he decided to go to college. And they weren’t happy he’d joined the Army, it was seen as beneath them to be an enlisted soldier. They would much rather he went in as an officer if he wanted a military career.

He’d always excelled which meant everyone else he met or was friends with looked up to HIM, expected him to take the lead, make the decisions, be the first to make a move or start something. Zeus… he could trust Zeus to do all that. Zeus was strong. His stoicism was awe inspiring while at the same time his innocence was endearing. It didn’t hurt that Zeus was so big. Sleeper hadn’t encountered many guys that were bigger than himself, most of the ones he did had some kind of attitude or chip on their shoulder. They were easy to dismiss. They relied on their physical size to determine their personality as if they had nothing else to offer. He found that type boring and frankly a little disgusting. Challenge them in any way and they puffed up like a gorilla and Sleeper couldn’t help but believe that described their mental capabilities as well. Zeus was completely different. It was as if Zeus didn’t see himself as bigger than everyone else. In fact, he seemed to think he was smaller, less than average. He never used his size to gain advantage, or intimidate, not that he needed to. All he had to do was let that serious look come over his face and stand just so, and you had no doubt he could kill you before your realized your head was flying from your neck. With Zeus he didn’t have to be Addison Christoper Augurius Montelongo. Yes, THAT Saint Augurius, Spanish martyr burned alive by the Romans in 259. Sleeper thought his parents chose that one because he was from Tarragona, Spain, as were Sleeper’s distant ancestors. He didn’t have to be that Addison with any of the Brotherhood. Zeus didn’t ask him for anything while at the same time was always there for anything Sleeper needed. It felt good to have someone who liked you who didn’t expect anything from you, and even better if that someone could take care of themselves. And when you added that it was Zeus who had the ability to make you feel wonderful, or turn you on your head Sleeper was finding himself in a very uncomfortable situation. He was sure he wasn’t gay, so why did he want to have sex and do things like this with Zeus? It had something to do with the kind of guy Zeus was and that he was just better than just about everyone else. It was easy to feel a little hero worship.

The truth was Sleeper had grown tired of being a leader. Until he met Assmunch. And then Zeus.

“Addison, I need to tell you something.” Zeus’s voice rumbled as Sleeper relaxed his head against Zeus’s chest.

Sleeper looked up. “What, buddy?”

“I love you. I didn’t want to, but I do.” Zeus continued. “And I don’t know what to do.”

Sleeper sighed. He just snuggled back against his friend. “I figured that out, Gabriel. I think I love you too. Fuck, it feels weird saying that. You know we are in the wrong job for this, right?”

He felt Zeus’s arms tighten around him. It felt so good. So safe and protected. Then Zeus shrugged. “I know. We aren’t supposed to. I don’t want to be bad, Addison.”

Zeus sounded sad. Sleeper was already a little sad thinking about it, about the impossibility of it all, of even entertaining a relationship with a guy never mind the Army added in on top of it all. His parents would never have it, never allow it.

And then there was the heartbreak they were inviting. The odds were that he and Gabriel would be stationed far apart and never see each other. Maybe that would be for the best, allow both of them to retain their honor. This sneaking around doing something forbidden made Sleeper feel a bit queasy. And he wasn’t stupid, it would happen again. Where Zeus was concerned he couldn’t control what he felt. Plus, he already recognized a pattern. First, getting off with Andrew. That was just getting off… a little dirty fun with his best friend eating his asshole like a pussy. The depravity of the act added to the thrill. He had a guy tonguing his shitter. How twisted was that? Fuck, the loads he pumped out because of that, he’d never cum that hard before in his life. But then, he’d been unexpectedly penetrated by Andrew’s dick. He didn’t know what Andrew had been thinking but it was probably pretty close to what he was thinking himself - how fucking dirty, twisted, and gay it was to get off with your best friend playing with your asshole like you were a nasty whore. And when Andrew just jammed his cock in while Sleeper was just beginning to cum, it was like an explosion went off in his nuts. The excruciating pain threatened to stop his ejaculation and he was so hell bent on shooting by that point he had to commit to pumping his seed out in spite of being speared. He first thought he had to choose: Pain or pleasure. But on Andrew’s second thrust it became apparent there was no choosing, it was both, at the same time and holy fuck! He thought he had cum hard before from getting his asshole chewed on… this had to be twice the feeling. Being completely helpless as your nut was fucked out of you from the inside was an orgasm in a category so many levels above fucking one out into a chick. It was hard to wrap his head around how he’d previously believed cumming inside a chick’s wet pussy, just fucking filling her up with hot jizz while she moaned beneath you was the best sex a guy could have. He’d been so wrong.

Then he’d agreed to let Zeus fuck him. Some of it was wanting that feeling again, but most of it was to see if it had been a fluke, a product of the circumstances or the surprise of it happening. He’d already been fucked, there was no going back so taking another dick wouldn’t be anything special if it was Zeus’s dick and he HAD to know if that incredible feeling happened every time.

And it fucking had. So far. To be fair, he’d only been fucked five times total, but each time was the same, he couldn’t stop himself from spewing cum everywhere when Zeus’s dick was jammed up his hole. It didn’t matter if it was a slow fuck, a hard fuck, a steady fuck, whether it was quick or passionate, rough or gentle, once that dick forced its way up inside him his balls started churning and the only thing that kept him from shooting almost immediately was that he had to make the feeling last as long as he could.

And tonight, he crossed another line: he sucked dick. Not only did he suck that dick, he started to love it. But it was because it was Zeus’s dick. That’s where his head was right now. He wasn’t an idiot though. That was how he felt when Andrew and he first began fucking around. It felt good to get his asshole eaten out because it was Andrew doing the deed. That changed with Zeus, and Sleeper knew yeah, whose dick or tongue it was did made a difference, but not a whole lot. It was just going to feel good regardless. So, while right now the very thought of putting anyone else’s dick in his mouth truly disgusted him, he knew that disgust would eventually go away and grow smaller each time he sucked Zeus. Hell, he was already halfway wondering if Andrew’s dick would be the same. Fucking Hell, as Andrew would say. It was a pattern that led to one conclusion - being Zeus’s boyfriend… his gay fucking boyfriend. And that he’d live the rest of his life knowing he liked dick. That didn’t mean he didn’t like chicks, and pussy anymore. He just knew dick gave him something a little better…and that was something that was going to be with him for the rest of his life.

“We need to talk to Andrew, Gabriel.” He said. “Let’s go, we need to get back.” He reluctantly extricated himself from Zeus’s arms.

* * * *

Private Battles and Lance Corporal Potter

“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Battles asked him.

Potter chuckled. “Maybe they’re doing what we were going to do.” It hadn’t been that long since they’d seen Zeus and Sleeper enter the brick enclosure. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure out, Battles. Hidden spot, privacy, two guys.” And Potter knew you couldn’t judge who was fucking around by how they looked. Neither Zeus nor Sleeper gave off any sign they were into dudes but that wasn’t any indication. You didn’t have to be gay to shoot a load off with a buddy. Both he and Potter had girls back home but TDY and deployment held a different set of rules. Besides, they’d gotten used to their arrangement in Iraq and they both liked the availability of getting some easy no-strings strange every now and then.

They’d seen Sleeper and Zeus leave the barracks and figured they’d see where they were heading before finding a secluded spot themselves to fuck out some tension on each other. When they’d deployed to Iraq for the Gulf War in ‘91 it hadn’t taken long for the need to overcome their better sense. All sorts of things happened on deployment and when you found a battle buddy nature took its course. It wasn’t something normally done, but it did happen. He and Battles started trading fucks a month in. It wasn’t complicated, hell they never even undressed, just unzipped and pounded one out on the other’s ass, always fast and concealed. It was quick and efficient. Bending over for your buddy wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t love, even if you did love your brother in another way. It was better to eliminate the distraction of being horny than chance not being 100% focused in a fight, but also there was the sheer exhaustion when the adrenaline left and resulted in boredom when coming back from patrol or operation. You were tired, exhausted, but being able to relax didn’t come easy. Add to that the mixed feelings of a high from racking up a kill while mentally dancing away from the fact you’d splattered some human body into a lifeless chunk of meat and what you got was a reckless fuck-it-all state of mind. It was both a celebration and a need to empty yourself of feeling. Emotionlessly fucking out a load into an equally emotionless buddy helped. Well, there was SOME aggression there, a need to get something back. That was why another Marine was the key. You knew your buddy was going to take a fuck from you without having it be anything more than pounding out some relief from the stupidity of it all. There were few women to go around and competition was stiff, no pun intended. No one expected an entire war would only last 6 months. The Marines were ready for a real fight, and instead they got a completely unprepared enemy who seemed like cowardly toy soldiers. It had hardly been an effort to get the Iraqi’s to completely surrender. The clean-up took longer than the actual fighting. The worst part, other than losing a brother, (which thankfully their Regiment hadn’t lost a single man, but 24 Marines were KIA in the Gulf War) the worst part of the the entire thing was the sand, and the oily smoke from the burning oil fields everywhere. It was a fucking pit filled with suck, the whole fucking country. Potter could still smell it. Hell, firing up a diesel transport immediately threw him back there in his head - that black cloud and the smell. But the sand… it got everywhere, in everything. It really didn’t matter how tightly you thought you’d sealed something up. And God help you if the wind was blowing or a sandstorm blew in. Have you ever heard that gritty crunch inside your skull when your teeth bit down on grains of sand while you were just fucking trying to eat a goddamn sandwich, just trying to enjoy some small comfort of a hot meal? If you haven’t, you don’t want to. You learn not to chew very hard and just swallow smaller bites. Took a couple months after getting back before you trusted your teeth again. There was one smell though that he’d always feel comfortable about - the smell you could never get out of your Kevlar helmet, your eye protection goggles, and any equipment or gear you couldn’t wash that got soaked with your sweat. Take a gym locker room and multiply that by a hundred. That was the smell of men giving it everything they had. It was the smell of your brothers in the fight. It was victory, adrenaline, exhaustion, survival, and brotherhood. It pervaded your TEMPER because you and your gear and everyone else’s were stripped off and piled up beside your cot so you could collapse. And there wasn’t a single smell on the face of the earth that was better than that, or that meant more to him than that smell. To this day he could pull his helmet down over his eyes and nose and immediately fall into a deep, relaxing sleep.

The gate was opening, and the really big guy and the other big guy came out. Sleeper reset the padlock, neat trick whatever it was. Marines were trained to just break the lock or bust the door off its hinges with force or small explosives. Potter checked his watch, it was close to lock down so he and Battles needed to get back soon too. There was more than one way to gain entry.

“Come on, let’s bust one out real fast. Over the wall.”

They ran up and Potter threw his back against the brick and cupped his hands, Battle hadn’t even paused they’d done this so many times for real and in training. Boot up, shoulder step, grab the top, pull up, get a leg over, reach down, your buddy jumped, grabbed, and climbed over you. In less than 10 seconds they were in.

They wasted no time, Battles yanked his sweat pants down his ass and bent over, hands against the wall. Potter had his dick out and spat in his hand, swiped up Battles crack and stuck a finger in. No time to be gentle about it, and it didn’t matter anyway. Another glob of spit greased his dick, and he shoved it in. Battles grunted, but otherwise gave no indication. Potter tore off in rapid fire right away, starting by holding Battles by the hips and punching into him. After about 30 seconds, he felt his nut begin to boil and he hunched over Battles’ back, grabbed his shoulders and pressed his forehead between his buddy’s shoulder blades.

“Fuck yeah. Fire in the hole, Marine!” Potter grunted as he felt his jizz shoot out into his buddy’s hot hole.

“Hoo - rah!” Battles grunted out.

After a couple more spasms, Potter pulled out as fast as he went in, and traded spots with Battles. “Get you sum, buddy.” He said, pushing his ass out.

“More than ready, Potter.” Battles said, performing the same lube up procedure. His dick was bigger than Potter’s, nothing huge, but he couldn’t just bury it like Potter did. There’s a huge difference between a solid 6 inch cock of less than average thickness like Potter’s and his own seven and half inches of decently fat sausage. He didn’t need Potter walking funny tonight or tomorrow. So he eased it in. He preferred the slow grip of Potter’s hole anyway, that first slide in always felt so fucking good. But once he got in and took a couple slow strokes, he let loose and bucked up into his buddy with everything he had. Potter couldn’t keep quiet like he’d been, and grunted out with every thrust. He hammered away, thinking about that Sergeant with the nice tits in the chow line. He’d love to titty fuck that bitch and spray his cum all over her face. He buried his shooting cock balls deep and let his cum flood his buddy’s guts as he came. He let the pulses stop, and pulled out.

They put themselves together and repeated their motions to exit.

Potter glanced at his watch when they were back over the wall. Nice. Less than five minutes. “Fuck, I needed that. Feel better already.”

“Me too, wish there was some real pussy here though.” Battles replied.

“You’re telling me. Never gonna happen here until we complete the course. We may get liberty here, but we aren’t free to do as we please. Better not to risk it. It’s straight, clear fraternization as students in a course. No wiggle room there. Let’s get back.” Fucking out a load with your buddy wasn’t exactly SOP either, but your buddy wasn’t going to report you and neither would anyone else if you were careful about it. They ran back at a jog. Nothing but two Marines out for some evening PT before rack time.