"How different?"
I was still crouched under Ivan's desk, with a warm feeling settled in my stomach. Military cum well secured inside me.
"It's better than a regular chick." Ivan simply answered.
His roommate squinted:
"Tell me more. How does it work?”
I heard some footsteps in the room. He was moving towards us. There was no way he could se me now, I was still under the desk, partly hidden by Ivan's thick leg muscles, but that got Ivan to reposition a bit on his chair.
“It’s, uh… hands-free.”
“Hands-free?”
Ivan's cock was softening in my throat, but still heavy, I withdrew a bit, until only his massive head was in my mouth and I started sucking on it slowly. His rod still hung through the slit of his boxers, slick with my spit and tears from the last throatfuck. Without a word, I tried pumping the last drops of cum his delicious cock would give me.
I was in heaven really.
“Yeah. You just sit there,” Yvan said, waving vaguely toward the chair, “and it… does its thing.”
The roommate glanced down at the seat beneath him.
"So it's like a giant fleshlight or what?"
"... well, could say so."
Damn Ivan, you're so dumb sometimes.
"Shit, could I use it tonight?"
"Damn, right now? Didn't you have paperworks to do?"
"Of course right now, you got me invested now with your shittalking. Plus I finished while you were having fun."
"Yo Jax, it's fine. I'll let you use it another time." Ivan seemed a bit preoccupied. "I just cummed in it."
My tongue pointed out, lapping gently at the underside of his massive glans, tracing the veins to gather every drop. I sucked the head softly, drawing out the last beads of semen, careful not to make a sound as the guys kept talking above me.
Jax seemed to ponder on this, but his excitement didn't flinch:
"How about you clean it first?"
"Bro, you don’t understand. This toy is private. Very private. Like… you don’t let people share your toothbrush, right?”
Being compared to a toothbrush now, thanks dickhead...
I took his huge balls in my mouth and started to pull on them, which caused him to jolt and moan:
"Shiiit. That bitch is still going for it."
"Thought you were finished with it. Doesn't it turn off after you cum inside?"
"It's... in the cleaning process!"
"So you can let me borrow it after, right dude?"
This guy seems to be really curious right now.
"Sh... Not sure if you could use it right now. It needs to reset."
"But the other guys might return from their game night anytime." Jax paused for a few seconds before his tone got bitter. "Man, you know I have a rough time right now with Annie. I can’t deal with this anymore."
"Yeah bro, I'm sorry."
"You know she posted some more with her new guy… already? It's been two weeks, bro. TWO.”
He interrumpted hismelf before laughing a bit:
“And he’s so thin. How do you leave me for someone built like that? He's a fucking baguette?”
Yvan grimaced in sympathy. “Rough.”
Ivan's hand rested lightly on my head, as if to stop me from working on his cock. I sadly obliged. I had finished pumping him fully anyway.
Jax's voice broke the quiet, laced with a vulnerability I hadn't expected from the big, straight soldier:
"Man, you sounded to have so much fun. Wish I had something like that right now. My last breakup's been fucking with me hard. She left me high and dry, said I was too rough or some bullshit. Now my balls are aching, full as hell, and I can't even get relief without feeling like crap."
Jax got a bit closer and let out a growl that probably echoed down the hallway:
“I swear I’m gonna lose my mind. I need to relax dude. I need to...”
I paused for a split second, my mouth hovering over Ivan's cock, but I didn't stop. Instead, I wrapped my lips around the base, sucking lightly to clean the skin there, tongue swirling to polish him spotless. Ivan shifted in his chair, his thighs flexing around my shoulders, but he responded casually:
"Sucks man. I know what it feels to be rejected. Breakups' rough. You should talk to someone about it—counselor on base or whatever. Get your head straight before you dive into anything."
Jax let out a frustrated groan, the bed creaking again as he sat back. I could picture him, all muscle and buzzcut, rubbing his face, his juicy big cock probably stirring in his pants from the conversation:
"Nah, I don't need therapy bullshit. I just need to empty these nuts man. Hearing you talk about that mouth... fuck, it's got me curious. Let me try the fleshlight thing. Right now. Come on, hook a brother up."
My heart pounded as I continued cleaning Ivan, now licking along the length from balls to tip, savoring the musky flavor mixed with my saliva. His dick twitched under my attention, starting to firm up again, but I kept it gentle, thorough—sucking each inch like it was my duty. Ivan hesitated, his fingers tightening in my hair for a moment:
"Alright, you can give it a shot. Just sit your ass down here at the desk. But I've got rules."
"Anything bro." Jax answered happily.
"First, you don't touch the fleshlight. Keep your hands to yourself or it might break the thing, okay?"
"Cool, cool, no touching. Seems feasable."
That rule seemed so dumb to me since Jax had just seen Ivan facefucking the fleshlight a few minutes ago.
"Second, don't look at it. Keep your face on the screen or anything you like. I used to watch porn, but the bloody porn sites are asking ID now so I guess you'll have to think about some hot chic you're into. Just let the toy suck you off okay? Keep it simple."
"Understood, no looking down. Don't worry man, I'll get hard, been a while since I had any action. Anything else?"
"Yeah bro. Most important thing. You DON'T talk about his. To anyone. Okay."
He seemed dead serious with this. I guess he didn't want him or me getting into trouble with my with the security here. If someone knew non-military people where staying at the base without approval, he could get in trouble.
"Deal, man. Fuck yeah."
I finished with Ivan, giving his now-clean cock a final kiss before he tucked it away.
Passons au dessert !
Jax's excitement was palpable, his boots thudding as he stood and moved closer. The chair next to Ivan's scraped, and I felt the desk space tighten as Jax settled in, his legs spreading wide. He didn't see me, hidden in the shadows, but his cargo pants rustled, the zipper already half-down.
"Gonna' do the same trick you just did bro. Seemed fun."
He got his cargos down to his knees, and I saw both his hands working his plaid boxers open.
"It's faster to hide it this way. You're genious man." Jax commented.
"Sure bro... sure."
A juicycock got pulled through the slit of his underwear, soon followed by a nice pair of unshaved balls. His shaft was thick, uncut, and already swelling, veins bulging along. It looked delicious.
Those guys in the barracks all have crazy tools or what?
His jewells were heavy and hanging low, begging for attention. He had way more hair on his dick and balls than Ivan, with a massive bush around the base. Thick and dark. I wondered where this guy come from.
Ivan was from Russia–Ukraine, but Jax looked more like one of those Mediterranean guys.
"So, how's this work?" Jax muttered, voice low and eager, while holding his dick and jerking it slowly toward me. "Just... slide it in?"
Ivan smirked:
"Yeah no, just aim it under there. The toy willl detect it and take care of the rest. Just enjoy and no touching remember?"
Jax leaned back, his cock dangling invitingly, pre-cum glistening at the tip. I hesitated only a moment, fearing of being caught while sucking off the horny dudes, before crawling over slightly.
"You talked about VPN or some shit... what's that exactly? How do I avoid being cockblocked by the pornsites?" Ivan got back to the very important subject. "Keeps asking my adress and all."
"Shit... I'll show you. Super simple."
My lips parted, and I took Jax's head into my mouth, tongue flicking the foreskin to taste him—salty, fresh sweat from the day. He was bigger than I'd imagined, stretching my jaw as I sank down, sucking steadily while they resumed chatting above.
"Shit," Jax breathed, hips bucking once. "That's... warm. Feels good already."
They started talking about vpn and porn restrictions while I was enjoying this new cock freely. It was so satisfying hearing them talking about serious nerd stuff with one of them casually using my mouth.
Or maybe it was me that was using his dick for my pleasure? Ivan had me cock addicted for a while now.
A few minutes went by, and the screen flickered to life with moans from some porn vid. Jax got really into it, his hands very close, but true to his word, they stayed on the armrests, not touching himself beyond the initial guide.
I bobbed slowly, cleaning his shaft with long licks between sucks, drawing him deeper into my throat. My own arousal throbbed ignored, but serving like this (two straight bros using me while talking) lit a fire in me. Ivan watched the screen too, occasionally glancing down, his presence a reminder that I was still his.
"Dude, I never kerked off with some bro around but that's fire." Jax commented.
Jax's cock had some kind of twist to it. The kind of upward curve that hooked just right against the roof of my mouth. His shaft was making every slide feel like it was designed to hit that spot. It wasn't huge in length or girth like Ivan's, but it's still stretched my lips wide, the skin smooth and hot under my tongue felt great too.
As I sucked, hollowing my cheeks to create that tight suction, I could feel his long dick hair brushing my nose. I had to remove some of his hair from my mouth from time to time, he had that much.
"This fleshlight is so fucking good. You were right man."
"Told you. Best head service I ever got."
I worked him methodically, starting with broad laps along the underside to clean away the day's grime, then sealing my lips around the shaft and bobbing in a steady rhythm. My saliva coated him fully now, dripping down to his heavy balls that I cupped gently, massaging them to encourage more pre-cum. Jax's reaction was immediate and raw; his thighs tensed under the desk, a low rumble escaping his throat like a suppressed growl.
"Holy fuck, Ivan... this thing's got skills. Feels like it's pulling the load right out of me already.' His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing another inch past my tonsils, but I relaxed my throat, taking it without gagging, humming softly to vibrate around his length.
Above me, the porn on the laptop played on—sloppy sounds of flesh slapping and women moaning—but Jax's focus was clearly elsewhere. He shifted in the chair, the fabric of his olive-green army tank stretching over his broad chest, damp with a light sheen of sweat. His cargo pants were shoved down to his knees, exposing his thick, hairy legs, combat boots still laced tight on the floor. The desk creaked as he leaned forward slightly, his hand twitching like he wanted to reach down.
'"Yeah? Wait 'til it really gets going." Ivan replied. He had his own pants zipped back up, but his hand idly adjusted himself, still half-hard from my earlier attention. "Mouth's trained for this shit. Swallows everything, no mess. Auto-clean."
Jax groaned again, deeper this time, his curved cock throbbing against my tongue as I swirled around the flared head, sucking out the salty pre-cum that beaded there:
"Goddamn, it's like a vacuum. So wet and tight... fuck, I need to feel that head bobbing. Can I just—' His arm moved, fingers brushing the desk edge as if to dip below.
Ivan cut him off quick, tone firm but bro-like.
"Nah, man, hands off. Rules are rules. You touch, and it's over. Just sit back and let it do the work. Trust me, it'll drain you dry without you lifting a finger."
Jax huffed, frustrated, but complied, gripping the armrests instead, knuckles whitening:
"Fine, fine. But shit, this is next level. How'd you even set this up? It's sucking my soul off bro."
His voice hitched as I picked up the pace, lips sliding faster now, tongue pressing flat against that curve to heighten the friction. Drool escaped the corners of my mouth, but I caught it in time.
Ivan chuckled:
"Long story, but yeah, it's eager. Takes dick like it's made for it. Deep throat, no complaints. Perfect for busting a nut after a long day. You feel that pull? That's how it gets the full load out."
Yeah, I fucking want his load too. I'm the lucky guy here. Two juicy straight dicks just for me.
"Porn helping? Keep your eyes there if you need to."
"Helping too much dude." Jax admitted, breathing heavier, his boots scraping the floor as his legs spread wider. "But this mouth... it's got me leaking already. So fucking good, man. Tight and sloppy just right. Gonna blow soon if it keeps that up."
I could feel it building, his hairy ballsack drawing up in my hand, the curve of his cock swelling thicker in my throat. I sucked harder, determined to make him unload, my own cock straining painfully against my jeans, ignored in the thrill of serving these two straight soldiers like their secret relief.
Jax's breaths came in ragged bursts now, his curved cock pulsing wildly in my mouth as I kept the suction relentless, tongue flicking against that sensitive ridge. He was right on the edge, but he held on just long enough to vent:
"Man, my ex... she never even went down on me. Hated the idea of taking my dick you know. Let alone swallowing. Said it was gross, too much work. Every chick I've hooked up with since? Same shit. They blow me once if I'm lucky, then bitch about the taste or the size, act like it's a chore. Fuck, it's been months since I got head that didn't feel like pity."
Ivan nodded, leaning back in his chair with a knowing smirk, his own bulge still prominent under his zipper:
"I get it, bro. I was in the same boat. Craving a reliable mouth after drills, but girls always flaked or made excuses. No deep throating, no swallowing, just half-assed licks. Drove me nuts. But this? This is the fix. Found the perfect setup."
Jax let out a shaky laugh, his thighs quivering as my lips sealed tighter around him, bobbing faster to push him over:
"Shit, gonna nut. Should I pull out?"
"No no, let it out bro. Just fill the flehslight so it know it's over."
"Thanks dude. I was hoping you would let me... Bro... I'm gonna FUCKH..." His words cut off in a guttural moan, hips bucking up hard as he hit his peak. The first spurt hit the back of my throat like a hot and salty jet, coating my tongue in heavy strands that clung instead of sliding down easy.
"It's comming! It's... fuuuuuck!"
It was different from Ivan's loads—his were creamy and viscous, pumping out in very slow, voluminous pulses. Jax were more watery and sharp, flooding quick but with a strong and complex taste. Plus Jax was cumming in my mouth as opposed to Ivan who would always nut way past my uvula and flood my throat.
Finally, I could taste some good cum from the tap and actually taste it.
"Shiiit! Feels so good bro." Jax was literraly shaking.
The flavor punched through, nutty and almost sweet under the salt, with a faint bitterness that lingered. Yeah, this guy hadn't blown off steam in weeks. Five, six, seven thick ropes erupted, each one stretching my jaw a bit more as I was trying to swallow, the excess dribbling down my chin despite my efforts.
"Fuuuuk! So good broo. So fucking good." Jax repeated, confused by his pleasure.
His balls kept contracting in my palm, until they were completly empty, leaving me with this feeling of satisfaction that any cocksucker has when he got rewarded with a good load. His cum was now in my gut, slowly joining Ivan's creamy seed.
Mission fullfiled. Two delicious nuts for dinner.
Above the desk, Jax slumped back, chest heaving under his sweat-dampened tank top, cargo pants now tangled at his ankles.
"God... that was insane. Best head ever. You're a lifesaver, man."
Ivan just grinned, reaching down casually to pat the desk like I was furniture:
"Told you bro. Best thing that happened to me the past 6 years."
And with that, the cocky jock winked at me while I was still pumping the remnants of Jax's orgasm.
“Anyway, move, bro. I’m gonna use it again before calling it a day,” Ivan said eagerly, giving Jax’s shoulder a push.
Shit, did I hear that right?
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