The contact with Sergeant Ashford had gotten me all hard and horny.
I slipped back into the common room as quietly as I could. The whole barracks was dark and silent. Everyone was asleep. Soft snoring came from different bunks. I stood there for a moment near the door trying to calm myself down but it was useless. My cock was still rock hard and throbbing inside my shorts. Every step I had taken back from the training field had made it rub against the fabric and now the ache was almost unbearable.
I climbed onto my bottom bunk and lay there staring at the metal frame above me. Ryder was quiet in the top bunk. I could hear his steady breathing. Part of me wanted to wake him up and tell him everything that happened with Ashford. Another part was terrified of what he would think. I closed my eyes and tried to fight it. I told myself to just breathe and wait for it to go away. But the images kept flashing behind my eyelids. Ashford’s thick chest pressed against my back. The heavy grind of his hips. The way his bulge had felt so solid against mine when he held me down longer than necessary. My cock twitched hard and leaked a little.
I gave up.
I could not lie here like this all night. Quietly I slipped out of bed again and made my way toward the communal shower area at the far end of the barracks. The tiles were cool under my bare feet. The room was completely empty and dark except for a faint safety light near the entrance. I moved to the far corner where the shadows were deepest and leaned against the wall for a second trying to steady my breathing.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down along with my underwear. They pooled around my ankles. My cock sprang free thick and heavy. It stood straight out from my body already leaking at the tip. The head was flushed dark and shiny. Veins ran along the shaft pulsing with every heartbeat. I wrapped my right hand around it and gave one slow stroke from base to tip. A low breath escaped me. My left hand rested flat against the cool tile wall for balance.
I started stroking slowly at first. My hand moved up and down the full length while my mind went straight back to the training mat. I remembered how Ashford’s muscular body had pinned me down. The roll of his powerful hips grinding against my ass. The way his bulge had pressed so firmly against me when he held the final pin. Fuck. Am I fucking gay? This is turning me on so much. The thought should have scared me but instead it made my cock throb harder in my fist.
I tightened my grip and stroked a little faster. My hips rocked forward into my hand. The wet sound of skin on skin was quiet but it filled the empty shower room. I pictured Ashford’s low growl in my ear telling me to ‘submit to the hold’ in his sexy British accent. I remembered how our bulges had rubbed together when he was on top of me. The heavy pressure. The heat. Shit. Is Sergeant Ashford giving me all this special attention because he has a thing for me? Or am I just imagining it? He literally dismissed me because I was compromised. He felt how hard I was. He knew I was rock hard from all the proximity.
The realization hit me again and made my knees weak. This feeling was new to me. I had never gotten this worked up with my ex. Never felt this kind of raw heat. Now I could not stop thinking about Sergeant Ashford. Those thick forearms. That commanding British voice. The way his massive frame had completely controlled mine.
I leaned my forehead against the cool tile and stroked faster. My hand flew up and down my cock. Pre-cum made everything wet and noisy. I was rock hard. My balls drew up tight. I bit my lip hard trying to hold down the moans that wanted to escape. My breathing came in short ragged gasps. One hand stayed pressed against the wall while the other worked my cock with long twisting strokes. The head swelled even more with every pass.
Just as the pleasure started to build toward the edge I heard footsteps behind me.
"Rhodes, is that you?"
I froze mid-stroke. My heart slammed against my ribs. Slowly I turned my head.
It was Ryder.
He stood shirtless at the entrance of the shower area still in his boxers. His messy brown hair was tousled from sleep and his eyes were wide with surprise. For a second he just stared at me. Then a grin broke across his face.
"Yo bro, what the fuck?"
Ryder walked closer, his bare feet quiet on the wet tile. I quickly tried to pull my shorts and underwear back up but my hands were shaking. My cock was still rock hard, curving upward and leaking. I managed to get the waistband over my hips but the front tented obviously. The thin fabric did nothing to hide how turned on I still was. I was standing there half-naked in front of my bunkmate while thoughts of Sergeant Ashford mixed with the sight of Ryder’s shirtless body walking toward me in nothing but boxers.
Fuck. Why am I turned on looking at Ryder? We are literally just friends. All the pussy stories he tells every day. I am pretty sure he is straight as an arrow. What’s happening to me? Am I slowly realising that……
"Dude, fuck… Sorry," I laughed nervously, trying to play it cool. My voice sounded shaky even to me.
Ryder stopped right next to me under the faint safety light. His broad chest and defined abs were on full display. A light sheen of sweat still clung to his skin from the warm night. He looked me up and down slowly, his eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my shorts before coming back up to my face.
"I was wondering where you were all night," he said, voice low and amused. "Could not sleep either, huh?"
He laughed softly and glanced down at my bulge again. "And now I know why."
I felt my face burn. I shifted on my feet trying to angle my body away but there was no hiding it. "Yeah fuck man… All your sorority girls stories today had me all rock hard."
Ryder looked surprised for a moment. His eyebrows raised and his easy grin faltered. Then something shifted in his expression. His hand moved down and casually adjusted himself through his boxers. He looked at my bulge once more, then back up at my face, eyes darker than usual.
"Yeah?" he asked, voice dropping quieter. "So why’d you stop stroking then?"
I blinked, surprised. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. "What do you mean? You just walked in."
Ryder’s hand moved slowly over the front of his boxers, rubbing the growing bulge underneath. His eyes stayed locked on mine, that easy grin still playing on his lips but now mixed with something darker and more curious. "So…? You don’t gotta stop on my account."
I let out a nervous laugh, the sound shaky in the quiet shower room. "Fuck bro, that’s… that’s a bit weird."
Ryder did not answer right away. Instead his fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. He pushed them down slowly, letting the fabric slide over his hips. His cock came into view, semi-hard and heavy, about five and a half inches long. It hung thick between his muscular thighs, the skin smooth and mostly clean with just a light dusting of dark pubes at the base. It twitched once as the cool air hit it, already starting to thicken further.
My eyes immediately dropped to it. I could not help myself.
"It’s only weird if you make it weird, bro," Ryder said, his voice low and casual, like we were just talking about protein shakes instead of standing naked in the showers together.
I swallowed hard. My gaze traveled up his naked body — the wide shoulders, the thick chest still shiny from the warm night, the defined abs that led down to that dusting of hair. My own cock twitched visibly in response, straining harder against the front of my shorts.
Ryder noticed. His eyes flicked down to my obvious bulge, then back up to my face. "You clearly aren’t finished yet," he added, nodding toward my tented shorts.
Before I could overthink it, Ryder wrapped his hand around his own cock and started stroking slowly. His fist moved up and down the thickening shaft in steady, lazy strokes. He was watching me the entire time, waiting.
My breathing felt too loud in the empty room. My hands were shaking slightly as I hooked a finger under the waistband of my shorts. I pushed them down slowly. The fabric dragged over my hips and my cock finally sprang free, bobbing out hard and flushed. Six inches of rigid length pointed straight out from my body, the head already shiny with pre-cum from earlier. It throbbed visibly in the faint light.
Ryder looked straight at it. A slow smile spread across his face. He kept stroking himself, his own cock now fully hard in his fist.
I stood there frozen for a moment, my cock throbbing in the cool air of the shower room. Ryder’s eyes stayed locked on my erection, his hand moving in steady strokes up and down his thick shaft. The faint safety light cast shadows over his muscular body, highlighting the ridges of his abs and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.
"Fuck," I whispered, more to myself than to him.
Ryder’s grin widened just a little. "Go on then," he said quietly. "You were already in the middle of it. Don’t let me stop you."
My hand trembled as I wrapped it back around my cock. I started stroking again, slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his hand. The wet sound of skin sliding over skin filled the quiet space between us. We stood side by side, only a foot apart, both of us completely exposed under the dim light.
Ryder’s eyes flicked between my face and my cock. "Shit, you’re really worked up," he murmured. His voice had that low, rough edge it sometimes got when he was excited about something. "That hard just from thinking about pussy, huh?"
I did not answer. I could not. My mind was spinning between the memory of Ashford pinning me down and the sight of Ryder standing right here, naked and stroking himself like it wasn’t weird for recruits to do this. I tightened my grip and stroked faster, twisting my hand over the head on every upstroke. Pre-cum leaked steadily now, making everything shiny.
Ryder let out a quiet groan and matched my pace. His fist moved smoother, sliding over his now grown seven inch cock. His cock looked even thicker now that it was completely hard, the head flushed dark. He kept glancing at me, his breathing getting heavier.
"Keep going," he said softly. "Looks good, bro."
Those words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I leaned my hand against the tile wall again for support and stroked harder. My hips rocked forward into my fist without meaning to. The pleasure built fast, coiling tight in my stomach. I bit my lip to hold back any sounds, but small gasps still escaped.
Ryder shifted closer, just an inch or two. Our arms almost brushed as we both worked ourselves. His eyes were dark and focused, watching every movement of my hand on my cock. I could not stop looking at him either — the way his powerful thighs flexed, the way his abs tightened with every stroke, the way his chest heaved.
"Fuck, this feels crazy," I muttered, voice strained.
"Yeah," Ryder breathed. "But it feels good, right?"
I nodded, unable to speak anymore. My balls drew up tight. The pressure was becoming too much. I stroked faster, eyes half closed, but I kept sneaking glances at Ryder. He was doing the same, watching me intently.
"I am close," I warned, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Me too," he replied, his hand flying over his cock now.
The tension snapped first for me. I gripped the base hard and stroked through it as my cock pulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering against the tile wall and dripping down onto the floor. I tried to stay quiet but a low groan escaped anyway. My legs shook as the orgasm rolled through me, long and intense.
Ryder followed right after. He let out a deep grunt, his hips jerking forward. His cock throbbed in his fist as he came hard, shooting across the tiles near mine. We stood there breathing heavily, both of us still slowly stroking out the last drops.
For a few long seconds the only sound was our ragged breathing and the faint drip of water somewhere in the room.
Ryder was the first to speak. He let out a short, awkward laugh and wiped his hand on his thigh. "Well… that happened."
I pulled my shorts back up quickly, my face burning. My cock was still half hard and sensitive. "Yeah. Fuck. Sorry about that."
Ryder shrugged and pulled his boxers back on. "Don’t apologize, man. We both needed it. Long day and all that shit."
He ran a hand through his messy hair and gave me that familiar grin, though it looked a little uncertain now. "Just… don’t make it weird, okay? We are recruits. We help each other out sometimes."
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "Yeah.."
We stood there for another moment in awkward silence before Ryder clapped me on the shoulder, his touch warm and familiar again. "Come on. Let’s get back before someone wakes up."
We walked back to the common room together in silence. The air between us felt different now, charged with something new that neither of us wanted to name. When we reached our bunks Ryder climbed up to the top one without another word. I lay down on the bottom bunk, heart still racing.
I stared at the metal frame above me, mind spinning. Sergeant Ashford’s heavy body pinning me down. Ryder standing next to me, stroking himself while watching me cum. The way both of them made me feel things I had never felt before.
My cock gave one last twitch at the memories.
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