Battle Buddies - Rangers

Assmunch

“Damn it! It was supposed to stun him.” Major Collins gasped. He was holding his right ribs with his hand. “I think he cracked my ribs with that shot.”

I’d darted in along with Lamont when Zeus collapsed and was kneeling over him. “I don’t know why he took the opening, he had to know it wasn’t going to end well.” I said.

Only a few seconds had passed before Zeus came to with a small groan.

“There he is.” Lamont commented.

“Zeus, you okay?” I asked.

Zeus looked at me. “Hi Andrew.” I chuckled. Anyone else would probably have asked what happened. Zeus just said ‘hi’ in the same tone you’d use to greet someone while walking into a party, like he was glad to see me and couldn’t wait to catch up on what was going on with me.

“Yeah, you’re fine buddy. Come on, let’s get you vertical.” I patted him on his shoulder. “How’s your jaw? Does it hurt any?”

Zeus stood up. “It’s okay. That was amazing!” He said to Major Collins.

The Marine laughed, and instantly regretted it with a wince of pain. “Kid, we both underestimated the other. I knew you would hit hard, but I wasn’t expecting that.”

Zeus smiled. “You hit me really hard too! That was fun!”

I shot a look of incredulity at Lamont. He rolled his eyes.

“You should have been a Marine, Private. But only trade shots with your opponent when you know you can stay on your feet.” Collins returned.

Zeus just shrugged. “You were going to get me soon anyway, and I wanted to know what you were going to do.” Zeus said.

“I didn’t have a lot of options. I needed to get you stunned. Head shot seemed like my best bet. Not sure a kidney or diaphragm hit would have done it, not on you. I think maybe a nerve cluster could have worked, but you cover so well I couldn’t find the opportunity.” Collins said. “Good job, soldier. But if we’d been fighting for real I would have had no choice but to put you down.”

“Are you sure you’re alright, Sir? We have a Corpsman in our group if you want him to check out those ribs.” I offered.

“I’ll be fine. Not the first cracked rib I’ve had. It’s not bad, just tender. Let’s get these matches going.” He said.

“Let him do his thing anyway. Besides, I think two of yours also want to say hi.” I waved over Lance Corporal Potter and Private Battles, and Navy Corpsman Lenger. “Major Collins, this is Lance Corporal Potter and Private Battles.” I said, introducing the two Marines. “This is Corpsman Petty Officer Lenger. Lenger, the Major thinks he may have a cracked rib, Zeus got him pretty good. Check him out while we start the matches if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure thing. Major, let’s lift your shirt and take a look.”

I did not expect this turn of events, but I knew after that exhibition the guys would do their absolute best. Watching Zeus and the Major fight was inspiring to say the least and I could almost feel the testosterone thrumming in the air.

“Lamont, your pick.” I said.

“Hmmm, weak or strong…?” He mused. “I think we need to continue the momentum, keep everyone primed. I’m going with Urich.”

Urich stepped forward. I’d seen him in action many times when we’d gone head to head with the Charlies. He was good two on two or one on one. Urich loved using his opponents’ weakness against them. He was a bouncy fuck, had this way of springing on the balls of his feet in random directions while he fought. He liked attacking from the side. He had brown hair, brown eyes, stood at 5’10” and wasn’t overly burdened with muscle but wasn’t skinny either. The guy could move.

I didn’t want to waste Troll right out of the gate, nor Sleeper. I think Demon could handle him. Puta could take this guy too, but Puta was really tested by Lamont’s guy Valentino which always made for an exciting match so I was going to save him for that.

“Demon.”

I looked over at the Major who was still paying attention. The Corpsman was feeling along the Marine’s rib bones with tactile examination one slow inch at a time. Zeus was sitting next to the Major, with Sleeper right beside him. Those two seemed joined at the hip these days. That made me happy.

I bent in to whisper in Demon’s ear. “I don’t want you to show off, don’t get flashy. And don’t play with him. Take him out fast.”

“Well you’re no fun.” Demon replied.

“I want to dominate. I don’t want there to be any question that the Bravos are the best.” I explained.

“Got it. He won’t know what hit him.” Demon said.

We let them shake hands as they squared off then they backed off to opposite edges of the spectator ring. People were calling out encouragement from the sidelines. Urich was bouncing up and down, focusing on staying in motion.

“Start!” I called out.

Demon leapt forward towards the center and Urich hunched down in a flexed knee fighter’s crouch while he moved forward in a guarded half-step.

I leaned into Lamont. “He always keeps his left foot in front.” I pointed out.

Lamont nodded. “He knows he’s strongest with his right arm. I’ve tried getting him to change it up but he says it throws him off. He relies too much on his speed to dodge.”

Demon’s move was a thing of beauty. While Urich approached cautiously expecting a head to head, Demon sprung left then immediately went back right, juked in a fake and fell to his knees where he swept Urich’s left leg clean out from under him. Urich did exactly what Demon wanted: he tried to hop back away from the low move towards his legs leaving him open for a sweep. Demon was on his back almost before he hit the mat and Urich was tied up in a bow with Demon’s forearm pushing down on his shoulders and his other hand grabbing one of Urich’s feet and bending his leg backwards. Urich smacked the mat with an open palm. Demon released him with a pat, and helped him up.

“Should have seen that coming.” Urich said, not at all embarrassed that he was taken out so quickly.

Demon shrugged. “You put too much of your weight on your left leg. I wasn’t going to wrestle you and I didn’t want to give you a chance to use that right hook you had ready.”

Our little tournament went back and forth with wins and losses demonstrating how evenly matched our two groups were. Of course Puta and Valentino put on an excellent show but Valentino eventually lost. After Zeus and the Major we made it clear that fist strikes were off the table, it had to be all open hand. For those matches that didn’t have a clear submission, Major Collins made the call of who won. Sleeper of course won his match with ease. And when I say ‘with ease’ it looked like he was treating his opponent gently as if the guy wasn’t even trying to fight back because Sleeper controlled everything the guy tried. The guy Weeble fought, Endauer, didn’t know what hit him. There was no power in Weeble, just a frantic messy scramble that reminded me of two blue jays fighting, or maybe cats. Fast, crazy, confusing and intense. Weeble finally scissor locked Endauer’s head while pulling his arm at full extension twisting his wrist and squeezing the guy’s hand. Everyone always underestimated Weeble. After his win, the Bravos hooted and slapped him on the back with congratulations while he stood looking embarrassed at the praise.

So it was down to me and Lamont. Lamont could tie it up if he won. Size-wise, we were very similar and I knew from past experience Lamont would be a challenge. He wasn’t flashy and didn’t go for big moves. He was patient, deliberate and could adjust his attack in mid-move depending upon his opponent’s defense. I had to be clever and deceptive to beat him. With a practiced ease I closed off every emotion. Cold calculation was necessary and the hard curtain of calm blanketed my mind like an old friend. It was how I’d dealt with thoughts of Kevin for the last year but now it was a useful tool for battle. Gutter, the Ranger Instructor, was right. Lamont was an obstacle. It wasn’t personal. I couldn’t care about winning or losing. I already didn’t want to hurt him or put him in pain but I also couldn’t care about NOT causing him hurt or pain. The only thing I should care about was my attack and taking him out. Pain, any injury I might cause was inconsequential.

The state of mind I fell into elicited an immediately suppressed shock. I was in two places at once, both focused and present but also mentally standing a step back from myself as an observer. If you’ve ever been thrust into a crisis, something happening too fast for you to control, you know the feeling of being outside yourself. I thought I knew my own head, my reactions, my thoughts. I was familiar with my automatic brain that sometimes betrayed me while I watched…and sometimes distracted me from what it was doing so I WOULDN’T watch and wasn’t aware. But this… this refined that state of awareness and distilled it down into its purest form. I was in the place where there was no Me only I wasn’t gone, I was split in two. My conscious observer brain saw details with a detached clarity while my automatic brain absorbed the unfiltered information without judgment. I was a team of two fighters in symbiosis. I, the *me* that watched floating behind myself, trusted the automatic me like a trained attack dog. He knew what to do. The closest I approached to any emotion was interest and curiosity at how this contest could be dissected and boiled down into moves and counters, effectiveness of my strikes and recognizing opportunities and possible next moves. I didn’t have to make myself perform the conclusions I reached, Automatic Me handled all that. My body moved with Lamont’s offense and defense to perfection. I saw every attack a split second after he positioned himself to execute it, every counter he threw before he even knew he had to. This was an exquisite dance that wasted no physical movement as our feet repeatedly found the exact position necessary to mold our bodies into the spaces we needed to drive this into an artistic performance. No external stimuli intruded. For all my mind cared, Lamont and I were alone. I evaluated his reactions. Doing that I understood how Zeus and the Major had known when the other had been holding back. I saw it in Lamont’s body, his unwillingness to commit fully, the way he controlled his strength, his refusal to go all out. He believed he had to conserve his strength probably because he doubted his own endurance if the match went on too long. Observer me was dryly amused that by doing so Lamont was going to fulfill his own feared prophecy. Drawing out a fight because you were afraid the fight would be drawn out was a self defeat. I could have used his own doubt to beat him, toy with him until his strength left him at which time he might realize what he’d done to himself and accept the approaching loss with disappointed resignation. But that was no way to win. Had I been in any danger my Automatic Brain may have chosen that as a wise course of action - just let him beat himself without putting me in any danger. Lamont was not a threat though, not when I was in this mental state. Zeus or the Major may have been a threat, but not Lamont.

Automatic Brain forced Lamont to choose. It was a good course of action, I agreed. I wanted him desperate and needed him to let go, to test me and push me to make an effort.

“Fuck, Assmunch.” Lamont breathed heavily. “How much have you been training? I thought I at least stood a chance. I can’t even get a simple hold.” I had no true idea of how long our fight had been going on at this point.

Whatever look Automatic Brain gave him appeared to cause him concern. ‘You’re not dealing with me, bud’ Observer Me thought.

Holy fuck I liked this! I’d never felt this in control, this calm certainty of a perfect world I could handle without any effort.

And that was what shattered it all, that one simple thought of exhilaration. I crashed back into myself and back into the physical world. The first thing that assaulted me was the noise of the spectators who were screaming and shouting both encouragement and roars of excitement at watching a good fight. The second thing that assaulted me was Lamont. It was my own fault, I wasn’t ready and Automatic Brain had pushed him into throwing all his hopes into one last desperate move.

He had me off my feet before I even felt his contact with my chest. How had he gotten inside? I swear I heard the noise level double. I wasted a precious single second trying to recognize my position and knew I was helpless until I hit the mat. Lamont’s strength which before wasn’t even a consideration worth my concern now forced me to evaluate what I needed to do when I regained leverage. My back would hit first. Could I roll? Only if my bounce jolted his hold. I didn’t think he’d let that happen. But he was going to feel it too when we hit. I grabbed him tight and braced myself for what I knew was going to be a rough landing. I couldn’t afford to have the breath knocked out of me.

* * * * *

Sleeper

Assmunch was handing Lamont his lunch and showing him out the door. Fuck, I doubted I could take him myself, my friend looked like a primal beast evolved for one purpose - to attack and dismantle his prey. Not a single sloppy move and he didn’t even appear to be working that hard. His handsome face bore a cold, blank stare with his wide lips held closed but absolutely relaxed as if he wasn’t locked in an intense physical battle.

“He knows. He found it.” Major Collins remarked from beside Zeus.

I wanted to ask what he meant, but I was too riveted by the sleek and deadly way Assmunch’s fit body moved. It was somehow erotic this perfect balance between tension in his limbs and core and the effortless flow between moves. It looked like sex and violence, passion and control. It was like Andrew had this entire fight all planned out before hand the way his moves just blended together looking like a single orchestrated pattern. So smooth it was almost gentle the way he moved. I’d seen this before. On TV, some documentary about martial arts masters.

“Shaolin monks”. I said out loud when I made the connection.

“Not yet, but he could.” Major Collins replied. “He’s still clumsy compared to them. But he has found the key. Only the first most basic step on the path.”

It was the way Andrew’s eyes didn’t even seem to look at Lamont, half the time his head wasn’t even facing his opponent and yet he stepped gracefully aside at just the right moment, not too soon and not too far but just enough to avoid the attack. His feet slid and his hips and knees poured… that was the only word for it, he just poured his body like liquid where he needed it to be and he never stopped moving. I swear it was like watching a sheet on a clothesline waving lazily in a gentle breeze and fuck if it wasn’t giving me a fucking boner.

“Jesus Christ” I let out. The crowd that had gathered increased their shouts and encouragement around us.

The Major gave a chuckle. “It’s something to watch, isn’t it? You should see the Shaolin Masters fight. Speed this up by 10 until you aren’t even sure they are touching each other at all. But the flow is the same and it’s all about conservation of effort and eliminating everything but the movement from your mind. Does Private Harris meditate much? Seems like he wouldn’t have the time.”

Still not taking my eyes from the incredible creature my best friend had become, I answered. “I don’t think so. I’ve never seen him meditate, and we’re together just about every second of the day since I met him. He’s never said anything.”

“Hmmmmm” The Marine hummed, as if considering some puzzle.

“You’re in Tower Week right now, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Just started today.”

“Doing well?”

“I think so. The Bravos haven’t lost anyone, and we don’t seem to need as much hands on or instruction from the Black Hats. All the brothers seem to love it.” I answered.

“And the little guy… he didn’t have any problems?”

“Weeble?”

Major Collins let out a snort. “You don’t call him Weeble, do you? Really?”

I laughed along with him. “Yeah, but it’s not mean. Andrew…Private Harris, would never let it be mean. It’s not about his size. The commercial… you know… Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down? That’s Weeble. Every time he gets knocked down he gets back up and tries harder. He won’t quit, doesn’t stop, and doesn’t let his size get in his way. We should all have his attitude. He never loses belief in himself and takes everything with a happy smile. Weeble doesn’t fall down. And he brings us up with him.”

“You seem like a close knit unit. How’d you come to Jump School together? That’s not exactly standard. Unless your Occupational Specialty requires it?” He asked.

I shrugged. “Mine doesn’t, but we’re all different Specialties. I don’t know why they sent us here, but it goes with my plan to be a Ranger and be assigned to the 75th. Andrew and Zeus too. We requested it. I don’t know about the rest but I don’t think they did.”

“Hmmmm” The Major intoned. “Ah, he just lost his focus. Not a bad run. You’ve never seen him fight like that?”

“Never” I said quickly, seeing the same thing the Major saw. All of a sudden Andrew wasn’t flowing, he seemed… normal. When Lamont went for a full tackle, something that shouldn’t have worked on a bad day, the crowd erupted with a roar. The Bravos screaming for Andrew to fight harder, the Charlies exuberant that Lamont had finally gotten a good lick in, and the rest of the crowd because the fight wasn’t one sided anymore and the top dawg might get taken down. If Andrew wasn’t in danger of losing I would feel like busting out in unrestrained laughter at how military guys loved a good hard fight, watching one, being in one, it didn’t matter. It got our blood pumping. The energy here in the corner of the otherwise empty hangar sized gym building was fucking supercharged. Assmunch and Lamont were right… this was just what we needed, what everyone needed. The randoms didn’t know what they were missing. The crowd outside the core group had found various things from around the gym to stand on so they could see the fight action. This had turned into a Main Event, and I fucking loved it.

One of the brothers started a chant “BRAVOS! BRAVOS! BRAVOS!” And we all joined in. Soon the Charlies were fighting us with their own chant as we watched Andrew and Lamont leaving nothing behind on the mat.

Andrew was the reddest I’d ever seen him, his entire body was damn near purple, holy shit. He was giving it everything he had, and Lamont wasn’t going to let him win if there was any ounce of hope he could somehow pull out a win by submission. He had to know he’d lose in a decision. Even Zeus and the Major’s fight seemed tame next to this.

After Andrew got knocked to the mat it was like they both agreed to finish the fight off their feet. I could see the exhaustion in both of them but they weren’t slowing down.

“Is that color normal?” The Major asked in concern, referring to Andrew’s full body flush.

“Yeah,” waved his concern away. “We used to call him Scarlett because he just turns all sorts of colors depending on how he feels, you don’t even need to embarrass him. It’s kind of funny. But he’s like the best guy you’ll ever meet. He keeps all of us grounded, watches out for us and fixes things before they become a problem. He keeps our heads straight.”

“Used to? What do you call him now?”

I froze. I didn’t think Andrew would appreciate his nickname being passed around.

“Assmunch”. Zeus replied, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I was also surprised. Zeus usually only referred to Assmunch by his nickname when he was with him, and called him Andrew otherwise when he wasn’t around. Ah, maybe it was just because the Major asked. Zeus really didn’t like cuss words.

The Major looked at Zeus with raised eyebrows. “Do I even want to know why?”

“No, Sir. And we can’t tell you anyway. Not until Andrew says.” Zeus answered, not even bothered or fazed that he just told a Major that it was up to a Private whether he got information or not. Zeus said the Major wasn’t entitled to the information, and that was that. Fucking Zeus being Zeus.

“Well you boys just continue to impress. I like you Bravos. Who are the Charlies to you?” He asked.

“Rival Platoon from our special training.” I answered this one.

I’d lost count of the number of times that considering look had crossed the Major’s face during our conversation. “I think I know better than to ask. The Charlies aren’t a disappointment either. It seems the Army chose well for what they intend for you.”

So he thought so too? Good to know we weren’t just imagining things. Wait…huh? Did the Major know something?

Andrew and Lamont had to be on their last legs but neither of them was giving up. They grunted and growled with the intense effort they were expending. It was to the point where they were spending more time holding each other than moving. I knew from how their faces pressed against their opponent’s body. When you’re that weak, when it takes every ounce of strength you have left, you start trying to use your head to provide the leverage your body can’t. I’d been there so many times in my wrestling matches.

Before I could ask what Major Collins meant, he stood up, holding his sore side. “Break! Match over!” He called out, stepping into the space. To everyone’s credit, no one grumbled. We didn’t because he was a Marine Major, and the Charlies and Bravos agreed that he would call the matches. But the rest of the spectators instantly fell silent. I guess the Major carried weight.

Andrew lay on top of Lamont, both of them breathing hard, but relaxed and no longer struggling with each other. It looked like they had just got done fucking. Andrew’s head was just laying on Lamont’s heaving chest. Yeah, they had nothing left. Lamont wrapped his arms around Andrew and gave him a hug, then rubbed his head.

“Man, I’m so done.” Lamont said.

Andrew started laughing. “Me too, fuck you fight hard!” Andrew rolled off of Lamont and they both lay there chuckling and breathing.

Everyone was waiting for Major Collins’ judgment. “It was close, Harris started out completely dominating.” He began. “But on the mats Lamont controlled the action. Match goes to Harris.”

Andrew raised his tired arm while the Brothers jumped and yelled in celebration.

“Yeah, you deserve it. That style you were using in the beginning was incredible, brother.” Lamont said to Andrew, holding out his hand. Andrew shook his hand and sat up.

Zeus and I went to help him and Lamont up, but a couple of the Charlies, Cook and Lopez, got to Lamont first. “That was an intense competition.” I said.

“Fuck yeah it was!” Cook said. “Charlies need to train more. We can’t let you Bravos live up there at the top.”

I laughed. “Well come on then. Actually, we should train more too. A few of those matches we didn’t have to lose.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Major Collins had pulled Lamont and Andrew aside and was speaking to them alone. I liked the Major, he seemed like a really laid back guy for a Marine and an officer.

* * * * *

Puta

Julio snuck away from the matches not long after he beat his opponent from the Charlies. Almost everyone in the big hangar sized gym was riveted on the battles and no one noticed him leaving. He’d had fun grappling Valentino, the 6 foot tall blonde with the beautiful ass. Or rather groping. Julio didn’t mind that Valentino didn’t really fight back as hard as he probably could have after his first takedown when Julio pressed his jockstrap encased erection into Valentino’s ass and whispered in his ear “Quiero tu sabroso culo.”

The pretty blonde didn’t reply, but Julio soon knew he’d gotten the message even if he didn’t understand Spanish. Still, Julio was surprised. He didn’t expect Valentino to actually LIKE it. He’d done it more for a little fun and to throw his opponent off than in any serious attempt to fuck the guy. But as their match went on he got more aroused as Valentino waited longer than necessary to break away, or move out of Julio’s grasp. Julio made sure his hands found that enticing round ass at every opportunity. He pushed his fabric covered hard cock against Valentino’s face, his ass, and even let him grope it. No, he wasn’t imagining it. The pretty boy was willing. He thought at one point he felt Valentino’s mouth gnaw briefly on his cock.

Never one to waste an opportunity, when Julio decided the match had gone on long enough, he pinned Valentino and whispered to him with their faces pressed together in struggle, “Submit Guapo. I give you what you want in da showers.” In less than two seconds, his opponent smacked the mat and Lamont called the match.

With the matches drawing so much attention, almost no one was in the locker room. Julio didn’t wait for Valentino to follow him. He either would, or not. But Julio knew he would. He knew the hunt, knew the look of desire hidden in the eyes that stayed too long. And if that wasn’t enough, Valentino’s equally hard cock would drag him wherever Julio wanted him to be. That was how it was supposed to be: they came to him. They always came to him. All he had to do was entice them with sufficient encouragement.

Julio was standing naked in front of his shower cubicle, the last one in the back when he saw Valentino come into the locker room out of the corner of his eye. There was only one other person in the locker room and he looked to be putting his things in his workout bag to leave. Julio shot Valentino his suave grin, licked his lips before biting one gently in his teeth, turned slightly to give the blonde a quick look at what would soon be buried 8 hard inches deep inside him, then stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed.

It was all part of the hunt. The lure. The tease before the love-making. Only rarely was it necessary to get it done quickly, like with Wanker that night in the snow shelter in Germany. It was better, so much better, to inflame the passions and boil the blood. It would not take a lot, much of their foreplay had occurred on the mat in front of onlookers, which to Julio made it even more exciting. Valentino was already his eager plaything. Even so, the pretty soldier deserved to be treated like the treasure he was.

In little more than a minute, the shower curtain moved and Valentino darted hurriedly inside. He was very nervous. That would not do.

“Hola guapo.” Julio greeted him with a slight grin, half-lidded eyes, and a quiet voice, one he knew was especially sexy. Valentino smiled nervously.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Valentino whispered.

“Jess, my beautiful. Is okay. I no let anything happen to you.” Valentino learned very young how to soothe his conquests with sugary words and his gentle confident voice. He reached up to stroke Valentino’s face. “No one is here.” He moved his hand down to grab Valentino’s hand and place it on his hard slightly upwardly curved cock. “Is what you want, no?”

Valentino stroked him slowly. “Jess, is all for you, guapo. You have made me this way.” He leaned into Valentino and kissed him softly. Julio played his tongue along Valentino’s lovely mouth until he parted his lips to let Julio inside while guiding his hand with his own on his engorged flesh. Valentino moaned. Julio moved his other hand around to rub and knead Valentino’s enticing ass while he kissed him. Valentino lifted his leg, wrapping it around Julio’s waist to give him clear access to his sweet hole.

Valentino moved his lips to the side, kissing Julio’s face, then his neck. “I need you to fuck me.” He said, running his tongue up Julio’s smooth brown skin.

“Jess, Papi will make love to you, Chico. You no worry.” Julio took his hand from where he had been guiding Valentino’s stroking and placed it on his head. “You show me now how much you want me, Jess?” Pushing gently, he guided more than forced Valentino’s head lower until he was directly in front his thick carajo where he wasted no time before taking it into his mouth.

Valentino was good, very good. In no time he was fully buried in the warm, accommodating mouth of this beautiful man. Julio had always been more excited by eagerness than reluctance. He’d had many men who believed they were straight, and virgins, most when he had been a boy in his teens. While he loved the hunt, it was far better when the prey cooperated solely because they couldn’t resist their own desire. That is what he liked the most: a man’s inability to deny himself Julio’s multitude of charms, to watch them melt into pliable desperate vessels for his gratification and enjoyment which in turn drove them to sexual abandon. He had no stomach for rape, or force. He was all about love and passion, desire and enjoyment so that the heights of pleasure could bring him together completely with his partner. And he always left them infatuated with him and wanting more. And how could he deny his love to others by staying with just one? No, he must show as many men as he had opportunity for how passion and pleasure were life’s reward for being men.

He controlled Valentino’s suction on his throbbing gift, keeping it slow and gentle. He knew this man’s weakness, it was written all over him. Valentino would not be brought to the heights of release by roughness or violent sex. He needed to feel love, he was empty in his heart and Julio would fill that emptiness with his passion and his cock.

He could stay like this, slowly driving his thick cock deep into Valentino’s wet, warm throat for hours, but he knew he only had a certain amount of time. He knelt in front of Valentino in the hot shower spray and kissed him lovingly while stroking his face. “So beautiful. You are an angel, te quiero mucho mi tesoro. I must taste you.” Julio didn’t lie, he loved every one of the men he made love to, he felt such joy for them that it became more than satisfying a crude sexual urge.

He stood Valentino up and turned him around to face the wall, kissing his neck, running his hands over his sides to wrap around his chest and stroke his nipples. Julio kissed and licked his way down Valentino’s sculpted back, ending at that perky butt he’d already explored thoroughly with his hands. He would not rush this even if he wanted nothing more than to push his tongue into Valentino’s hole and suck the puckered rim with his lips. He took his time, licking and alternating nibbles with kisses as he worked his way over each individual cheek from top to bottom and in between while his hands roamed his legs, hips and back. Valentino’s skin was incredibly smooth and creamy here. The sun had never touched him in this perfect place. He pulled the blonde’s hips back slightly before spreading his cheeks to gaze at Valentino’s sweet pink hole. Julio could tell that God had made Valentino for one purpose - to receive pleasure through his ass. It sounds sacrilegious and irreverent but there could be no other reason for Valentino’s soft moan and arched back, or his widening stance and spasming pucker as Julio lazily rotated his tongue over his delicious pink center of love. Yes, his lips enjoyed the taste of this man, his eyes enjoyed the feast as well of this young, hard body, his hands wandered playfully over the firm muscles, and his ears loved every quiet whimpering moan from Valentino’s mouth. This was what it meant to make love. The pleasure received from giving pleasure, trading it back and forth and losing yourself to the beautiful intimacy that only two men could share. It took so much more for a man to expose his vulnerability to another man that the sacrifice became a resplendent display of the purest tenderness. Valentino’s hole no longer fought him, loosening perfectly to allow his tongue inside, and then his fingers. He traded them back and forth his fingers, tongue and lips. The blonde was no stranger to the love of men, Julio could tell. Tight or loose, it did not matter. There was no such thing as a disappointing ass on a man. Once you pushed inside, it all hugged your cock perfectly. And his beautiful chico had amazing control over his hole, squeezing and pushing as Julio ate him ravenously.

Julio eased off with tiny kisses at the cardinal points as if performing the sigh of the Cross on Valentino’s sacred edifice, a vestibule of love. God did not mind, these were acts of men and giving thanks to him for his most precious creation was only right.

Julio climbed just as slowly to his feet as he had descended, licking and kissing his way up Valentino’s back until his hard cock found its way between his lover’s cheeks.

“Please put it inside me.” Valentino begged.

“Que bonito, precioso. Yo también lo necesito.” He whispered in the blonde soldier’s ear. “I make you cum now.” Using only the lubricant of the saliva he had left on his lover’s hole and what was dripping from his own cock, he pushed against the beautiful man until Valentino allowed him inside. Just as he had wanted, Valentino pushed back against him until he was buried fully inside his lover. It was not hurried or careless, but it was desperate with a need for the both of them. He licked and kissed the blonde’s neck and found his cock with his hand. As he rocked slowly in and out, he used his hand to explore the entire area of Valentino’s cock, balls, and pubic region. There was no need to stroke his lover’s dick and force his pleasure prematurely. Touch and love were the things that would bring them to the brink together. He pulled and squeezed Valentino’s tender orbs, allowing one finger to reach between his legs and find his wet hole that stretched around his solid pole.

“Oh, fuck. Julio, I’m close. You’re going to make me cum.” Valentino moaned, fortunately keeping his voice down.

“Jess, both soon, guapo.” Julio told him in between kisses on his shoulder. He only increased the speed of his motion slightly while pushing deeper with every stroke.

“Oh God…You’re so good. Fuck me just like that. Your cock is so amazing.” The blonde panted.

“You like it, jess?” Julio believed in making love with his entire body and while he was inside a man he pressed himself up against him from head to toe while using his hands to rub the often neglected places that a man found most sensitive: the front of his hips just above his thighs; his neck where his shoulder and collarbone connected; under his arms, behind his ears, the soft vulnerable point beneath his chin and above his Adam’s apple. As he drove deeper inside Valentino he was almost lifting him up off the ground, forcing the blonde to raise and lower himself on his toes. He heard his lover’s breathing grow more rapid and shallow. He would wait until Valentino released his leche to orgasm himself. Julio loved the feel of being inside a man so much he could cum anytime from first entry to 30 minutes later or more. He was never far away from orgasm and timing their release so they came together was the most passionate way to celebrate the shared pleasure.

“I make you cum now, guapo.” And he gently cupped Valentino’s hard cock and retracted balls and gave the barest squeeze. When he felt the first twitch that signaled the blonde’s release, he opened his own floodgates to allow his milk to shoot deep inside his lover. He felt Valentino’s milk dripping down his hand with every spurt from his own cock. Valentino pressed his forehead against the tiled wall, gasping with every spasm.

“Si, hermano. We cum together. Is beautiful, no?” Julio whispered as the last drops of his cum joined his ample load now resting inside his lover. They rested in silence for a few moments, bodies pressed together with their heavy breathing synchronized.

“Jesus Christ that was hot. You are so sexy, Julio.” Valentino said as he came down from his powerful orgasm.

“Gracias, Chico. You are sexy for me too.” His hands had not stopped roaming over Valentino’s beautiful smooth body.

“We can’t stay like this.” The blonde said as he pulled himself off Julio’s still rigid cock.

Julio turned him around. “I know this, but I must kiss you once more.” And he leaned in to tenderly kiss Valentino’s receptive lips. “I must make love to you again soon. You like this, jess?” He asked.

“Oh fuck yes.” His lover responded, still slightly out of breath.

Julio reached between Valentino’s legs to slide two fingers inside his ass, feeling the wetness of his cum around and inside his hole. “My cock will ache for you now, guapo. We will do this again.” He removed his fingers and brought them to Valentino’s lips then kissed him once more to share their combined taste. “Ay, que bonito. What you do to me.” He breathed. “I leave now, you wait, jess? I tell you when it good to come out.” Giving Valentino one last caress on his face, Julio turned off the water and opened the shower curtain only enough to exit the cubicle. Thankfully, the locker room was still empty. The matches must not be over yet.

“We are alone, Valentino.” He said as he went to the shelf that held a stack of white towels. He got two and handed one to Valentino after he’d gotten out of the shower. They dried themselves in silence, frequently sharing smiles and looks of appreciation.

The dressed back into their workout clothes and rejoined the crowd over by the mats.