Shell Shocked
By Habu 16 Nov 2006
Two straight and horny soldiers find that you "make do" in war
Gay Military Stories
GayDemon's Stories: On this page you can find erotic fiction where you can read about gay soldiers, marines and military men.
Seargeant Bull
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
Bull clamped down his eyes and focused only on shooting what promised to be one hell of a load down the other man's throat. "Tell me how much you love my cock," he huffed under his breath.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 10)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
Bull felt something warm and wet ooze between his forefinger and thumb. Looking down, he noticed fresh precome was already leaking from the mushroom-shaped head of the local boy's dick.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 11)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
By the time Bull reached him, the other sergeant had already unzipped his fly. Bull looked down to see Inky fishing in the moist cotton of his gray boxer-briefs. Without shame or fear, he pulled out a long, half-hard tube of fat, hairy cock.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 2)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
The nineteen-year-old looked up, his gray-blue eyes locking with the deeper cobalts of his superior officer. The hard expression on Ike's square jaw had softened only slightly, just enough to convince Private Thomas John Bullen to cross that one final line.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 3)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
The throbbing itch in Bull's jeans now pulsed at full steam, robbing the last of the moisture from his mouth. Stopping long enough to give the meaty fullness between his legs an obvious squeeze, he charged the hockey jock, tackling him back onto the bed.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 4)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
He wanted to bury himself in the hot, male-smelling richness of the young man's body, finding something like heaven in his armpits, toes, the heaviness of his full nuts, the thickness of his cock, and the tight, hairy asshole he had plundered like an invading army.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 5)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
His pale blue eyes locked on the centerfold Bull had opened to. Now, so close to the young soldier, Bull could smell the other man's excited breaths, the odor of uniform boots left at the edge of the sleeping bag along with his neat, folded battle-dress uniform.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 6)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
Bull unbuckled his pants and pushed them to his ankles. He stepped out, and like Jake was now down to a pair of nut-smelling white briefs. He sat beside the younger man on the half of the bed he'd been relegated to.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 7)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
One taste of pitcher Derek Conway's asshole was all it took for Sergeant Thomas John Bullen to realize there was nothing better than eating baseball player butt.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 8)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
Bull realized he was not alone in his excitement. As he'd expected, Oscar's dick was uncut. A dark pink head poked out and up toward him from between thick folds of darker, tan-colored foreskin.
Seargeant Bull (ch. 9)
By the Hitman 12 Oct 2006
Wasting no time, he plunged his unshaved face between Oscar's hard, hairy ass cheeks and dabbed at the musty-smelling hole at their center with his tongue.
Sailor Boy
By Jethro Maki 11 Oct 2006
He was about my age, nicely built from what I could tell, and as we walked by each other our eyes met and held each other's gaze for that telltale second longer than straight guys do. I knew he was on my team.
Punished by Police (ch. 3)
By Neil Gosling 18 Sep 2006
All their eyes were on me as I looked around the dimly lit room. I noticed that the other guests were of all ages and sizes. A huge bear of a man, in police uniform, was sitting in what seemed to be the prime seat.
Punished by Police (ch. 4)
By Neil Gosling 18 Sep 2006
the policeman shouted to a younger man in police uniform who obediently stripped the dining table bare. Then he put his face right against mine so that I could smell his breath and he said to me, 'get over there and bend over the table. You are in deep shit boy.
Robot Sex
By Michael Shuler 18 Sep 2006
Jet said, offering his paper uniform to the robot. She took it in her hand and shredded it easily. She slid a rope out of her pocket and backed him against the small bed. In a moment he was tied to the bed, squirming in the chill air.
Blackout
By GSC 13 Sep 2006
Nice short hair you got, cropped. Let me feel your face. Bit rough, chin, that's good, that's o.k. Grip my cock, at the base, that's it. Point me shaft at your mouth lad, all of it, all fucking eight inches. Open your mouth wide and push it in, get your throat ready.