The Platoon Leader's Descent

LT Cooper stood, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror yet again. The worry about going out was still with him, but he understood there was nothing he could do about it. He had jumped on this roller coaster of his own free will, and now he had to ride it till the end, not knowing what that end might be. Tucker's thick load dripped from his face onto the chest that Ryan had spent months perfecting in the gym. He began to flex. Ryan, since his high school days, enjoyed doing this. To twist and contort his body so that the muscles in his arms, chest, and torso became more noticeable seemed somewhat erotic to Ryan. Cooper did this quite often at West Point after his workouts.

With his primary lift partner Cadet Greg Goodman, Ryan would take off his sweaty t-shirt after a hard workout and flex in front of the mirrors that lined the back wall of the weight room. Cooper loved seeing how fit and athletic he looked, and he truly enjoyed watching Greg do the same. These moments were the only time Ryan was grateful for his small cock, as he was always rock hard watching Greg's reflection in the mirror. Greg had the quintessential surfer bro personality born of his growing up just south of Los Angeles, where he had spent most of his free time on a surfboard. Cadet Goodman was even more toned than Ryan, at that point, and Cooper had seen him naked more than once, so he was fully aware of Greg's beautiful cock. Ryan was jealous of Greg's girlfriend, Cadet Katie DuPont because she was catching that at least three times a week. Ryan's shorts, often drenched in sweat after lifting, would cling to his body, had he a normal-sized cock, his erection would have been glaringly obvious.

To Ryan, these flex sessions in the mirror seemed to represent a disjointed aspect of himself. On the one hand, he was a fit, hyper-masculine Cadet training to be an Army officer. On the other hand, he was a gay boy checking out Greg's body, fantasizing about Goodman roughly fucking him in the ass and blowing his load up his chute. Now he was enjoying a different sort of flex session. Now, as he flexed, he did so with a face covered in spunk. The two disjointed aspects of himself joined into one image.

"I can be both," Ryan whispered to himself. "I can be the man that is the decisive and masculine Army officer, and I can also be the man that is sexually submissive to other, more powerful men.

Ryan smiled at this revelation.

He stopped flexing. Ryan licked at the spunk around his mouth, his eyes closed as he savored the taste of Tucker's load. Ryan began to push more cum to his lips. His right hand scooped a good amount of jizz from his face, and Ryan scrutinized it, Tucker's semen seemed to shimmer in the light. The LT went to lick it from his fingers but stopped, he leaned forward onto the counter, holding himself up with his left hand that rested on the grey marble. Ryan moved his right hand, still covered in cum, to his ass, and began to push Tucker's load into his hole gently. Another man's semen contacted his virginal opening for the first time.

"Fuck me, Tucker," he began to quietly pant, "fuck my tight pussy. Cum in me, sir."

His fantasy collapsed when he heard a tap, tap, tap. His cock was throbbing, forcing the cage back and forth against the countertop. Ryan laughed at the absurdity of it.

As the PL's tiny cock strained against the metal cage that entrapped it, Ryan wondered if he might somehow cum despite the metal device. He guessed that this might, at some point, happen. His cock was not only small, but it was also wildly unpredictable. The LT was 23 but still had wet dreams quite frequently; he woke up 2 to 3 times a week from the feeling of cumming into his underwear as he slept. When these nocturnal emissions struck, jolting him awake, he would stick his hand into his briefs to feel the sticky fluid and would quickly fall back asleep.

In his last month of classes his senior year at West Point, Ryan fell asleep during a lecture and shot a load into his pants while dreaming about Rob Gronkowski planting his pole in Ryan's butt. He awoke panicking as the final rope from his small orgasm left his cock and buried itself into his white briefs. Ryan scanned the room, desperately hoping that no one had seen what had happened as he was convinced his wet dream was quite evident. He was relieved once he realized no one had seen what took place and Ryan's mind quickly returned to the thought of Gronk shoving his fat cock in his ass.

Someone had noticed, though. Cadet Dan Wilkes sat behind and to the left of Cooper. The class was practically empty as most of the senior Cadets were on a trip to Washington DC for a tour of the Pentagon while Dan and Ryan had stayed behind to take part in the Class of 1981's reunion. Only two other cadets were in the room, and they both were sitting on the front row. Dan had a clear view of Cooper and Wilkes noticed that Ryan was asleep; he was about to kick his chair to wake him. MAJ Nelson Cravitt taught this particular class, a man lacking in both personality and patience. He did make up for it though with GQ good looks and, if the rumors were true, a cock that would put most porn stars to shame. If he saw Ryan was sleeping, it would end poorly for Cooper. Just as Dan was about to kick his chair, Ryan's left hand began to rub his cock, and there was a barely perceptible movement in Ryan's mouth as his lips opened and closed.

Dan laughed to himself, "Holy fuck......the dude is having a sex dream."

Wilkes lowered his foot; he wanted to see where this was going. The thought of Ryan, having a sex dream in the middle of class, gave Dan a very serious boner. He had known Ryan since day one of their plebe year and since January of that first year, they were roommates as both Ryan's and Dan's roommates had not come back to West Point after Christmas break.

Dan had lusted after Ryan the whole time they had known each other. However, Cadet Wilkes had quickly concluded there was no way that someone like Ryan could be gay. Ryan was a football-playing jock destined to be a rising star in the Army once he received his commission and Dan knew, or thought he knew, that such guys could not possibly be homos. Wilkes was on the school's cross country team. Such an athlete was not a jock in the eyes of most cadets. He was 5'11 with red hair, and he was about as pale as a person can get. Wilkes had the wiry build of a long-distance runner. His legs were total muscle, but his pale skinny arms and slight chest made him feel inadequate when he compared himself to Ryan. Dan was much too hard on himself about his appearance. He was that guy who had no clue how attractive he was. Also, any hope that Ryan might be gay, like himself, was blown out of the water with all the pussy, Ryan talked about getting in high school and on his trips into New York City. So Wilkes assumed watching Ryan dream about sex was as close as he was going to get.

He'd been watching Ryan for about 30 seconds when the unthinkable happened. At first, he thought he might have imagined it, but Wilkes nearly fell out of his chair when it happened again. Ryan, in a shallow whisper, almost inaudible, mumbled words as he dreamed.

"Cum in me," Ryan dreamily whispered.

"What? What the fuck? No fucking way," Dan's mind raced.

Again. "Cum in me," Ryan repeated so very softly.

Dan sat there in shock, staring at his roommate; his gaze broken when Ryan jolted awake with the look of panic developing on his face in an instant. Ryan's other hand moved to his crotch as if Cooper was desperate to cover himself. Dan quickly looked down at his notes, pretending to give a shit about MAJ Cravitt's lecture on the Battle of Gettysburg.

"He came in his pants. Ryan just came in his pants," Dan kept repeating to himself. "And he said it, Ryan mumbled, 'cum in me.'"

Wilkes's mind was tripping over itself, attempting to process what had just taken place.

"I've roomed with him for almost 3 1/2 years and not a fucking clue, and now this? Fuck. Holy fuck.", Dan shouted in his head. "Fuck me; my gaydar sucks balls."

Wilkes was lost to the present; his mind was jumbled by the events of the past 3 minutes. He vaguely realized someone was saying his name.

"Wilkes? Please answer the question." MAJ Cravitt ordered.

"The question, sir?" Wilkes responded, looking up, still in a daze.

"Yes, Wilkes, the question. 'Had Laws Brigade taken Little Round Top on the second day of battle, would it have been enough to turn the tide in favor of the Confederate forces?'," Cravitt stated coldly.

"Who is Laws?" Dan asked, still focused on Ryan.

"See me after class, Wilkes," MAJ Cravitt barked.

As soon as the ass-chewing from Cravitt had ceased, Dan made his way to the room he shared with Ryan. Cooper was nowhere to be seen, which was fine with Dan. He'd figure out what the deal was with Ryan later, he hoped. Dan unlocked his locker and grabbed a small bag he kept there. If any other cadet saw the bag, they would recognize it as the shoe polish kit all cadets kept in their room. The items in Dan's bag had nothing to do with shoes.

He then made his way to the room shared by Cadet Travis and Cadet Bowie, they were both on the trip to DC and would not be back for two days. Bowie had left Dan his key to the room in case Wilkes wanted to use his laptop since Dan's Mac had died the week prior. Dan locked the door behind him safe in the knowledge no one could gain entrance.

Wilkes threw his bag on Bowie's desk and immediately began to strip. Much like Ryan would eventually do while at Stewart, Dan had his method for getting himself off. Dan was down to his boxer briefs when he stopped undressing, looking at himself in the full-length mirror attached to the door. The bulge from his erection was evident; Dan might have been a skinny runner, but he had a beefy cock. Dan was uncut and around 8 inches hard with a small thatch of bright red hair that was blazingly noticeable against his pale skin. He was proud of his sizeable root as it was the one thing he knew he bested Ryan on.

Dan knew one of Ryan's secrets. Wilkes's roommate had been steadfast and courageous in his attempt to hide it from everyone but after almost four years together in such close proximity, it was an exercise in futility. Ryan would always have a towel around his waist when he put on or took off his underwear and Cooper often showered at odd hours when the showers were not typically in use. If by chance, he had no choice and had to shower with others, he'd wear his PT shorts like a bathing suit to protect his secret. Ryan had caught shit for this a few times during his first two years, but he skillfully was able to deflect, saying he knew all the gay boys wanted to check him out, so he had to hide his goods. This bullshit would not have worked for anyone else, but Ryan, with his Adonis-like body and reputation for pulling vast amounts of pussy, got a pass. But in four years people will slip up on occasion. A few dropped towels and unexpected entries into their room had given Dan the chance to spy on Ryan's cock five or six times. His tiny nub excited Dan greatly.

"So, you are flawed like the rest of us?" Dan thought the first time he caught a glimpse of Ryan's boy cock.

Dan pulled down his underwear that was moist from his leaking for the past 20 minutes. He held them to his nose, the smell of his precum always excited him. Dan gently licked at the moist boxers savoring the salty taste, he dropped them to his feet and grabbed the bag from Bowie's desk. Wilkes removed a six-inch dildo and lube. Watching himself in the mirror, he began to suck on it gently; he tasted his ass from his last session with the toy a few weeks ago.

"Suck my cock, bitch," his imaginary daddy said to him. "You want this cock in your ass, queer boy?"

"Yes, I want it so bad.", Dan moaned to himself. "Make me ride your fat cock."

"Then get to riding it, faggot," his daddy commanded.

Dan licked the suction cup at the base of the dildo as he lowered himself to the floor. He stuck the toy to the tile with ease and then applied to much lube; the Astroglide now began to form in a small puddle on the tile.

"I'll lick that up later," the Cadet thought.

Wilkes squatted over the slick toy and sat down quickly. He impaled himself in one fluid motion, this was painful, which was just how Dan liked it. Cadet Wilkes was no virgin; he had been taking cock in his ass since he was 16. Dan's trips to New York City were not as innocent as Ryan's, as these excursions usually included him being spit-roasted at one of NYC's many bathhouses. On one very memorable occasion, three Puerto Rican dudes gang-banged the Cadet in a filthy apartment in the Bronx. The tile felt cold as his ass contacted the floor; the six-inch dildo now entirely enshrouded by Wilkes chute.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me good and hard," Wilkes moaned loudly.

The walls were thick in this old barracks building named after the Union general that burned Atlanta to the ground, so Dan was confident no one would hear his moans. He raised his ass up and down on the toy and with each thrust upwards, the dildo would almost escape his chute before the Cadet sat down forcefully.

"Take my cock, faggot," his daddy yelled. "Take it....

His fantasy daddy soon evaporated before he had finished his sentence, and Ryan replaced him. The Cadets laid next to each other at the end of a king-sized bed in a sleazy hotel. Their feet were dangling inches above the floor; both of them were naked. Their faces were practically touching as the two young West Pointers stared into each other's eyes as they stroked their lubed cocks.

"I've always wanted this," Ryan said to Dan. "I've dreamed about this since the first time I saw you."

"What, what have you dreamt about?' Dan asked in a whisper.

"Soon, you'll see soon, Dan," Ryan said softly.

Ryan shifted his head towards Dan and began to kiss his roommate, passionately. Ryan's tongue explored his roommate's mouth and Dan could hear the slick stroking coming from both of their erect cocks.

"I've always been jealous of you, Dan," Ryan said as he pulled away from Dan's mouth.

"Why, what are you jealous of?" Dan asked, confused.

"This," Ryan said, as he pushed Dan's hand away from his beefy cock and grabbed hold of it.

Dan immediately started to thrust his hips, fucking Ryan's fist.

"You have such a manly cock, Dan. So much more manly than mine," Ryan panted. "I know you've seen my small cock."

"It is pathetic, Ryan. I bet you can't satisfy a man with that." Dan said sternly. "I bet you're a bottom boy."

"I am Dan. I'm a little pussy boy bottom. I love to feel cock in me and I crave taking load after load," Ryan moaned, still stroking Dan's fat tool.

Dan was now working his ass up and down on the dildo as never before. His hands were extended in front of him, bracing himself; his ass ached, and he loved it. Wilkes precum flowed so freely that a small puddle formed on the tile along with the Astroglide. Dan never touched his cock while riding his toy; his mission was always to get off without 

"Is that why I'm here?" Dan asked Ryan. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Don't be silly, Daniel," Ryan said coyly. "You know you're as big a bottom as I am. You have a big cock Dan, but it's worthless. You'll never use it to top because you know what you are. Those three Puerto Rican dudes knew what you are. You took two or three loads from each of them."

"What am I, Ryan?" Dan asked meekly.

"You're a cum dump like me. We both are cum dumps," Ryan said, as he stopped jerking Dan. "It's time."

Dan looked up and saw Major Cravitt. The Major stood at the end of the bed naked. Tattoos adorned his chest and arms, and he was stroking his meaty 10-inch cock with his right hand and pinching his right nipple with his left.

"What have we here?" Cravitt growled. "Two faggot Cadets wanting a real man to fuck their tight pussies?"

"Fuck us, sir." Ryan whimpered. "Fuck us."

Major Cravitt made his way to Ryan. He roughly grabbed the Cadet's ankles and pulled Ryan's legs in the air, he leaned down and spat onto Ryan's opening and began to tongue fuck Ryan who was now moaning loudly.

"This is one sweet pussy you have, Cadet Cooper," Cravitt grunted. "You want my cock, faggot?"

Ryan was moaning and whimpering as his hands dug into the filthy comforter.

"Fuck me, sir. I'm begging. Please pump your load in me," Ryan begged.

"Get ready, faggot." Cravitt barked.

He aimed his thick meat at Ryan's chute. As he did this, Cravitt looked down at Dan, lying next to them still stroking. Dan was waiting breathlessly to see Cravitt's cock drive into Cooper's hole.

"Don't fret gay boy, you're next," the Major leered at him.

Dan's cock began to shoot vast amounts of cum towards the mirror, leaving a three-foot-long trail of his creamy jizz traced across the floor. The Cadet's cock twitched wildly as each rope of his spunk fired from his sizeable cock. Dan grunted loudly with each twitch, he was drenched in sweat as he fell back onto the dildo, exhausted. Cadet Wilkes was a bit disappointed his fantasy came to such a quick end, but his orgasm had blown him away. Dan sat there for minutes with his legs extended in front of him, still impaled by the toy. Wilkes slowly pulled himself off his 6-inch friend and got to all fours; his face hovered above the dido. The lube was no longer clear, it had taken on an opaque consistency. Dan lowered his mouth onto it, and the taste of his ass and lube began to tingle in his mouth; his head bobbed up and down. Dan caught a glimpse of his now soft cock hanging between his legs; a long, ultra-thin line of fluid stretched from its head to the floor. With his toy now clean, Dan crawled forward still on all fours licking his load off the tile. When done, Dan's face was mere inches from the mirror, he opened his mouth and watched his cum trickle down his chin.

"Where the fuck have you been, man, I've been looking for you?" Ryan asked as Dan entered their room 20 minutes later.

Ryan was lying on his single bed. His uniform was hanging in the closet; he wore nothing but skimpy running shorts.

"I had to take an ass chewing from Cravitt after class," Dan responded. "That dude just loves to fuck us, doesn't he?".

Ryan laughed, "I hope not. If the rumors are true about that dude that might hurt."

"I'm sure you could take it, man," Dan responded, "Who knows you might just like it."

Dan knew such comments were not going to go anywhere, but he liked that he was toying with Ryan even if Cooper didn't realize it.

"Please, with my fat cock, even if I were a homo, I'd be all top," Ryan laughed.

"Sure you would, Ryan. Sure you would," Dan grinned to himself.

Wilkes laid on his bed with his hands resting behind his head. He closed his eyes and tried to remember every aspect of his recent masturbatory fantasy. The Cadet could still taste his salty load in his mouth as he slowly relived every moment. When he got to the end, right when Cavitt was about to impale Cooper with his hog, he let out a deep sigh and was soon asleep.

"He's hard," Ryan said to himself as he laid on his bed.

Cooper had been finishing some readings for his class with MAJ Cravitt when he had looked over at Dan. His bud seemed to be asleep and Dan's grey pants had a visible tent from his erection. Cooper had seen Dan naked plenty. Unlike Ryan, Dan seemed to relish people seeing him nude.

"Why can't I  be hung like that?" Ryan asked himself bitterly as he reached down and rubbed himself.

Dan had fantasized about Ryan for so long that the thought of confronting him about his dream in class seemed to paralyze him. He attempted to bring it up several times in their last few weeks, but Dan's courage failed each time. Wilkes also reasoned that if Cooper truly was gay, he was clearly a hardcore closet case full of denial, and given Ryan's vast ego and pride, he'd never admit to it. He retreated from his desire to find out about his roommate. Dan rationalized there would be time to find out during IOBC or later, as they both were headed for Fort Stewart.

With most of Tucker's load now removed from his grill, Ryan began to splash cold water on his face. It reinvigorated him. He was still quite excited, but the emotional toll of all of this was somewhat exhausting.

"I've been in this room for only a couple of hours," he thought. "This shit is beating me down."

He turned to the shower. Ryan wanted to soak under the hot water to relax a while; he reached for the faucet handle.

Tucker lounged on the couch with his feet on the coffee table as he lit another cigar; the smoke smelled of oak with just a hint of vanilla as it rose above his head. He closed his eyes, picturing Ryan in the bathroom. There stood is platoon leader hairless and caged as Tucker's load dripped from his face.

"The LT is tasting my load at this very moment," Tucker assumed. "Fuck, why haven't I tapped that ass yet? He wants it so fucking bad."

"You are so fucking delusional, you fuck," his mind said tauntingly. "You know why you haven't fucked him. Dumbass."

"Eat me, you shit stain," Tucker said to his chatty brain. "You are fucking slow."

"Well, I'm your mind, so if I'm slow what  does that say about you?", Tucker's head continued.

"Just go away, asshole. I'm chill now. Don't ruin my vibe." Tucker ordered his noisy companion.

"OK, OK, I'll take a rest," it said, "but let's not fool ourselves. You can't bring yourself to fuck the LT because of Ensign Foley. You fucked up with Foley; don't do it again."

Tucker reached for his phone on the end table. He tapped the Instagram app and began to scroll down his list of friends. Tucker stopped when he came to Sean Foley and touched on his name. Foley was in San Diego now and flying some type of plane that Tucker could not remember; he recalled some kind of four-engine prop aircraft. Tucker lazily scrolled through the photos until he came to a picture of Foley with his arm around a quite attractive guy. Foley had posted the photo about ten days ago. The other man looked older than the 25-year-old Sean, probably in his mid to late 40s. 

"That's his boyfriend," Tucker realized. "Sean's in love with this guy."

It wasn't that they had their arms around each other as plenty of straight guys do that with their gay buds. It was Sean's eyes. Tucker could tell from the eyes that Sean was in love with this man. Tucker had seen this look before. 

"Good." Tucker thought. "He deserves it. Especially after what I put him through."

Tucker had met Ensign Foley online the summer after Tucker had graduated from high school. From his profile picture, it was clear that Sean was a flight student. Clean cut, white boys in their early 20's located in Corpus Christi are almost always flight students. Tucker's profile said he was 21. He had always had a thing for the young military men that came to Corpus for their flight training, but Tucker knew they might not risk getting with a teenager, so he lied. The fake ID he carried helped with this ruse.

The two of them chatted back and forth online for a few days before exchanging phone numbers. Once exchanged, the texts began to flow in greater numbers. They traded more pics, and Tucker was immediately taken with Ensign Foley. Sean was short, coming in at just 5'7, but he was built like a fireplug. His pecs and arms were as solid as any Tucker had seen, except for Ray, and his thighs were thick like watermelons. He wore his hair shorter than most student pilots who usually sported hairstyles popular with frat boys and douche bags.  And his ass........well, it was sheer perfection—round and so very firm. When Sean sent his first pic to Tucker, it showed Foley standing with his left side facing the camera wearing tight shorts that perfectly hugged his beautiful butt. As soon as Tucker saw the picture, he instantly got horny.

"I'm fucking this guy," Tucker thought, looking at the photo. "I'm fucking this guy really fucking hard."

They didn't meet up immediately as Sean seemed somewhat hesitant to do so, which did not surprise Tucker. He understood that these flight student types were, most likely, still in the closet and, being new to the military, were afraid that being gay might damage their career, which is not an unreasonable belief. DADT might have recently gone away, but many of the attitudes about gays had not. After about a week of back and forth via texts, the two decided to meet. Sean picked up Tucker at a Starbucks as Sean had roommates, and Tucker didn't want him to know he still lived at home.

They drove south on Padre Island beach, which is a long stretch of undeveloped coastline south of Corpus. Sean had a new Jeep Wrangler, so they had no worries about getting stuck in the sand. Neither spoke very much after Tucker had climbed into Sean's jeep. They both were a bit nervous; this wasn't a date; this was a hook-up. Their texts back and forth had eventually turned to sex, and it became apparent that both young men wanted to meet the other. Tucker was no longer inexperienced with gay sex, but it was still new enough that it caused butterflies. And he would be having sex outside for the first time, which added to his nervousness. Neither had a place they could meet, so they decided that a blanket in the dunes along the isolated beach south of Bob Hall Pier would work just fine.

They parked parallel to the water close to the dunes; no other headlights were seen in either direction. It was a full moon, so neither of them had to use a flashlight. The two young men could see each other perfectly. Sean had a large blanket and backpack with him; he laid the blanket out when they found a flat spot that was far enough back from the beach that no one would see them if they drove by. Tucker immediately kicked off his sandals and laid down; Sean remained standing.

"He's so nervous," Tucker thought. "It's sorta cute,"

Tucker wrote off the nerves to them being outside and Foley being a bit of a closet case. He didn't know then, but he would soon find out that Foley wasn't nervous; he was terrified. After all, it's not every day you lose your virginity. And he was about to do just that. 

"Come join me," Tucker told Sean, patting the blanket. "It's pretty soft, actually."

"Yea, OK," Sean responded, his voice cracked slightly. 

He laid down next to Tucker. Sean rested on his right side while Tucker rested on his left. Both of them propping their heads in the palm of a slanted arm.

Sean wore preppy light blue shorts and a white t-shirt. Tucker was sporting a tank top and cut-offs made from an old pair of khakis.

"He's hard," Tucker thought as Sean laid down next to him. "I can see the tent in his sorts.

They had exchanged cock pics, so they both knew what to expect but the excitement was still palpable in both Sean and Tucker. The conversations between the two did not flow smoothly; it came in fits and starts. Their nerves were controlling them. After about ten frustrating minutes of this, Tucker had had enough; he reached over and slowly began to caress Sean's erection. Sean closed his eyes as an almost inaudible whimper left his mouth.

"Do you like that?" Tucker asked him.

"Yeah, man. I do." Sean replied, already breathing quite heavily.

Being 18, Tucker had not yet fully grasped the art of foreplay. He wanted to get to why they had come here and wanted to do so immediately. In the last day's texts, Sean had made it abundantly clear that he wanted Tucker to fuck him.

"Get naked, man," Tucker told Sean.

Sean's stomach was twisting and turning as his nerves were at an all-time high, but he plowed ahead. He wanted this as much as Tucker did. The Ensign sat up and removed his t-shirt, revealing his beautiful hairy chest and then laid on his back and began to remove his shorts, showing that he wore a black jock.

"Fuck. That's so fucking hot," Tucker blurted out.

"Thanks, man. I bought it a few weeks ago." Sean informed Tucker. "Should I take it off?"

"No. Leave it on," Tucker told him. "Push the pouch to the side, though. I want to see you."

The Ensign did as he was told, and his 5-inch erection was out. He was back on his side, and Tucker reached over and began to stroke Sean slowly. This was the first time someone had touched him there. Sean closed his eyes and bit his lower lip; he had never dreamed that having another man stroke him would have felt so amazing. Tucker stopped almost as soon as he started and began to undress, quickly naked with Sean. Tucker laid on his back, grabbing his fully erect cock at the base and pointed it straight up.

"Come blow me, man,?" Tucker asked.

To Tucker, this was a question, but to Sean, it was an order, and the Ensign liked that. Sean got on all fours and made his way to Tucker. Sean tentatively lowered his mouth onto Tucker's aching cock and began to give his first blow job. Tucker's precum soon began to cover the inside of the Ensign's mouth, and Sean found that this caused his cock to start twitching and throbbing. For his first time, Sean performed amazingly well. His left hand stroked Tucker's shaft as his mouth moved up and down in synch with it. Tucker was soon slowly pumping his hips in rhythm with the Ensigns' hand and lips. Tucker managed to move his arm under Sean's torso. and gently slipped his index finger between Sean's cheeks and rubbed the opening to his chute. Sean took his mouth off Tucker's cock and quietly moaned, still holding firm to Tucker's cock as he found himself pushing his ass back on Tucker's finger. A more experienced Tucker would have known to work Sean's ass for a much longer time to get him ready for his nine-inch root. Unfortunately, this was not that Tucker.

"You want me to fuck you now?" Tucker blurted out, after rubbing on Sean's hole for less than a minute.

An equally clueless Ensign responded, "Yeah, I want this now."

Sean fell back to his ass and proceeded to lay flat on his stomach.

"I have some lube in my backpack," Sean told Tucker.

Tucker retrieved the lube and got himself on his knees between Sean's spread legs. The black waistband of the Ensign's jock had pushed higher up the small of his back. Tucker covered his tool with lube and applied some to Sean's hole with his index finger. When Sean felt this, he began to push his ass back again. Tuckers finger entered the Ensigns chute, and Sean whimpered.

"Stick your cock in me," Sean panted. "I've waited long enough."

Tucker's positioned himself over the young Ensign holding himself up with his straightened left arm and using his right hand to aim his cock at Sean's pure hole. He applied pressure, too much pressure, and he suddenly found that half of his cock was instantly buried in Sean's tunnel.

"Fuck," escaped Tucker's mouth instantly.

Tucker's single word was drowned out by the Ensign's scream.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck......that fucking hurts," Sean cried out.

He buried his face hard into the blanket—the soft sand preventing any additional pain. Sean had clenched his ass as soon as Tucker entered him and the pressure on Tucker's cock felt amazing to the 18yo. Tucker, fully aware of his fuck up, had immediately gone rigid, not moving a centimeter hoping to prevent any more pain for the Ensign. Oddly Sean did not scream for Tucker to pull out. He was a virgin, but his many internet searches on how to bottom correctly had all said the same thing. There will be pain at first, but it subsides quickly. Battle through it, and then the fun really begins.

"Don't move dude, please don't move," Sean begged Tucker. "I'll get used to it. Lay down on top of me but don't' got in any further."

Tucker said nothing and did as Sean told him; he slowly and very carefully laid down so that his chest was now resting on Sean's back. His cock was still half-buried in Sean's stretched chute. The laid like this for ten minutes; not moving and not speaking. The pain in his guts began to subside, replaced by the feeling that his as was being slowly stretched. Which it indeed was. Finally, Sean spoke.

"Go deeper, real slow," the Ensign moaned.

Sean was now enjoying the feeling of being impaled for the first time. His cock, which had gone immediately soft when Tucker had slammed into him, soon began to swell. The weight of Sean's body pushing it down into the blanket and the sand below. Tucker began to push deeper into Sean's ass and was soon thrusting his hips back and forth, moving his cock up and down Sean's chute. Sean was pushing back onto Tucker now, he wanted more of this young Texan in him, and the grunts coming from Tucker only added to his lust.

"Fuck me. Fuck me," Sean moaned for the first time.

"You like this? You like being my bitch?" Tucker grunted in response.

Sean's mind turned somersaults at being referred to as a bitch. It seemed so dirty, so wrong. And the Ensign loved it.

"Ohhhhh, fuck yeah. Make me your bitch," Sean moaned louder. "Fucking use me."

Years of pent up virginal frustration came pouring out of Ensign Foley, and he held nothing back. Nor did Tucker. The words they spoke fueled their ecstasy.

"Aren't you the dirty little faggot," Tucker wailed. "Getting used like a whore. Are you whore, fag?"

Sean's face was buried back in the blanket, but Tucker understood him nonetheless.

"I am. I'm a whore. I deserve to be fucked like a dirty whore," Sean moaned between breaths.

Tucker was now pulling his cock out entirely and cramming his 9 inches back with one hard push. Sean's chute felt lose and sloppy now. Tucker felt triumphant.

"I've loosened this bitch up good," he thought as he continued to pound on the Ensign. "The next dude to fuck this cum dump is going to be pissed if he was hoping for a tight pussy."

"Get up, whore. Gonna fuck your pussy doggy now," Tucker ordered as he used the strap of Sean's jock to pull him upwards, getting the Ensign on all fours.

Sean had never heard of a dude's ass referred to as a pussy, but this excited him even more.

"My pussy feels so good. Fill me up with that cock," he whimpered. "Fill me up, stud, give me your nut. Get me pregnant."

Tucker thought the pregnant comment was a bit weird, but he shrugged it off and kept using the Ensign.

This back and forth went on for almost 20 minutes. As their talk became more intense, it began to impact the two in very different ways, leading to a great deal of hurt and anger in the coming weeks. Sean heard these words and took it as a sign that he and Tucker had suddenly formed a deep and passionate bond. After all, to his somewhat innocent mind, this was clearly much more intense and passionate than mere sex. For Tucker, it was the exact opposite. Yeah, Sean was incredibly hot, but their words made him view the Ensign in a purely physical, almost animalistic way. Sean was a guy who just wanted to get fucked and take a load. Being young, they would not speak of their feelings. Not that older people are much better about such things. They would simply, and incorrectly assume, they both felt the same way.

Tucker felt his balls begin to twitch. He knew it was time.

"You ready faggot? You ready for my nut?" he gasped loudly.

"Fuck yes, breed my virgin hole," Sean moaned.

Tucker, lost in his orgasm, did not hear this. He was now pumping shot after shot into Sean's guts. Sean, who had not touched himself throughout the past 20 minutes, reached up and gave his cock two or three strokes when he realized his tunnel was being painted with Tucker's spunk. The Ensign was soon blasting cum all over the red blanket. As the last rope of jizz left his throbbing pole, Tucker collapsed on top of Sean. Sean also collapsed, and they fell to the blanket. They both were too exhausted to speak.

They said little on the drive back into town. Sean lost in his thoughts with what he thought was a new and passionate relationship, and Tucker lost in his thoughts about the Astros game he and his brothers were going to the next day in Houston.

"Yeah, I ended up fucking that one up real good," Tucker admitted to himself. "We were on such different pages."

Tucker looked up as Ryan was exiting the bathroom. The LT had clearly showered, but Tucker, lost in thought about Ensign Foley, had not been realized the shower was on. Ryan walked to the couch and kneeled.

"I'm clean now, sir," Ryan said comfortably.

"God, he's fucking adorable like this. Who would have thought that the asshole LT Ryan Cooper could end up being this cute when he accepted who he is", Tucker thought, his mind temporarily forgetting Foley.

"You really are a good boy," Tucker told Ryan, "you realize that don't you, Lieutenant?"

"I'm trying to be, sir," Ryan responded, "I like making you happy, sir."

For an instant, it was Foley now kneeling before him looking innocent and vulnerable like he proved to be when Tucker eventually ripped his heart out and stepped on it.

"Not this time. Not again." Tucker whispered.

Ryan heard him speak but did not make out the words.

Tucker stood and patted Ryan on the head.

"I need to take a shower before we head out. I'm not sure the Atlanta PD will be too thrilled if you walk around wearing just your cage. So get your clothes on." Tucker told Ryan.

He began to make his way to the bathroom. Tucker turned back and looked at Ryan when he got to the bathroom door. The two made eye contact.

"I fucked up today Ryan. I fucked up real bad by doing what I did to you at the video store." Tucker said with total sincerity. "That was wrong of me, and I'm sorry. I owed you that apology, and I hope you'll believe I meant it."

Ryan stood their quietly, trying to process this side of Tucker that he had not seen before.