Active Duty: Gay Military Erotic Romance (18 page)

“How can you stay in that bag? I’d burst into flames. You should at least take off your T-shirt.” He motioned for me to follow his orders.

I reached into the sleeping bag and pulled my shirt off and over my head. I placed it above my pillow.

Harris reached over, picked it up and brought it to his face. He inhaled. “You’re soaking wet.” He twisted his body as he tossed my shirt back. His boxers slipped down his hip and showed the crest of his butt. The furry patch in the small of his back trailed lower and into his crease. When he looked at me, he noticed my gaze. He rolled over onto his belly and pushed his butt up as he settled down. “This isn’t the most comfortable sleeping.” He spread his legs wider to expose as much of his body to catch a breeze if it came.

None did.

“Did you want the light on? I’m sure that’s adding to the heat.”

And so are you,
I thought, but just shook my head. “You can turn it off.”

He reached for it, and his boxers pulled down lower on his torso, the quarter top of his ass coming into view just as the light went out, his deep hairy crack disappearing in the dark.

I didn’t sleep at all that night.

My dick was raw and my boxers were soaked as I struggled out of my sleeping bag. I unzipped the entire bag to let it dry out during the day.

I crawled out of the tent, and Harris was on my tail. I wrapped my towel around my body and headed to the latrine. Harris followed close behind, and as we finished our morning pee, he cocked his head to the side and said, “There’s a pond over there where we could wash before starting the day.” His boxers stuck to him like a second skin. “I’m sticky and need a dip. Going to join me?” He headed off without waiting for a reply.

I followed, watching his butt bounce and sway from side to side and up and down.

Harris took off running and dove into the pond from a wooden dock that led out onto clear fresh water. I followed and looked into the water as he splashed around.

“Come in, it’s warm.”

I stepped off the dock and entered cold water. My head disappeared under the surface as every nerve ending screamed with cold and refreshment. Bubbles flowed over my body and up my boxers as I floated up to the surface.

I spat out the water and opened my eyes. “Wow, that woke me up.”

“Good,” Harris said, and smiled. He dove under the water
and swam to me. He slowly rose in front of me. His blue eyes sparkled in the morning sun. He touched my shoulder and said, “I’ll race you to the dock.” And he took off with a splash.

Despite his longer arms and legs, I beat him. I climbed out of the water and watched as he did the same. His boxers were almost see-through and it looked like he had morning wood. But if that was so, shouldn’t the major timber have gone down after we peed?

I looked down and realized I mirrored him.

Harris smirked and walked down the wooden planks to get his towel. He picked up mine and handed it to me. His hand brushed mine for a few seconds, and he held it there. Goose bumps rose over me and not from the water’s chill.

“Let’s go get breakfast,” he said.

I walked behind him and enjoyed the view. It looked like he wore nothing. The illusion was only ruined by his elastic waistband.

The rest of the day was spent playing war games, challenging our shooting skills and tactical skills, and seeing how well we could read a map and use the compass and sights for possible aerial attacks.

The heat of the day beat down on us and I drank as much water as I could to stay hydrated. Two men passed out and had to be sent to the infirmary for IV fluids to rehydrate them.

Harris motioned for me after supper to head over to the latrine. “Let’s go skinny-dipping. It’ll cool us off before bed.”

I dreaded to see how hot our tent was going to be and this was the only way to really cool off. “Lead on.”

We stripped off our clothes back to back and jumped into the water, then swam for a while to relax our sore muscles. Once cool, we floated together.

“I guess it could be worse,” I said.

“How?” Harris smiled as he sank lower into the water until only his eyes were above the surface.

“I’ve had some partners that are so intense and no fun. They couldn’t relax to save their life and would never do this in a million years.”

“You have to make the best out of life,” Harris said. “If you don’t no one else will.”

What simple advice and such great insight. “I guess we do make our experiences better or worse by how we see them and react to them.”

Harris moved closer to me. I could feel his body heat radiate through the water.

He kicked his legs in front of me, treaded water and looked at me.

I was instantly hard and wondered if he could see, and then I wanted to see if he was too, but couldn’t look down. His gaze held mine.

He moved closer.

We could almost touch and my body tensed. I felt he was going to kiss me, but he held his distance and floated.

My breathing increased, and my whole body tingled with a schoolgirl crush. What was he doing to me? He was married with children. Was he flirting? What the hell was going on?

His leg brushed against mine in the water. “Should we head back?” His voice was so smooth and calm.

“Sure,” I shivered. Not sure whether it was from the cold water or the heat I felt for Harris.

We climbed out of the water, and I used my undershirt to dry off.

Harris shook his body like a dog, spraying water everywhere. His hair tightened into smaller curls when wet.

We dressed in silence and headed back to our tent. Stopping at the latrine to empty our bladders was the last event before crawling into the inferno.

I pulled my damp clothes off and spread them out. As I started to slip into my sleeping bag, Harris turned to me and said, “Are you sure you want to get in there? You’ll cook inside and never get any sleep.”

“I didn’t sleep well last night, but after today, I should.” I pushed the top of the sleeping bag back and lay on the inside.

Harris stripped down to his shorts and lay on top of his bag. He brought his hands behind his head and sighed.

I looked at the hair in his armpit and across his chest. My gaze traveled lower and noticed a bulge in his boxers. The fly gaped open, and dark hair sprouted out of the hole.

“It must be hard,” Harris said.

“What?” Had he caught me looking? Was I daydreaming and I missed something? I looked at him startled.

His easy smile calmed me. He rolled onto his side and rested his head on his palm. He looked up and down my body before he spoke. He reached over and touched my shoulder. He drew his finger over my collarbone and to the base of my neck. He paused for a second and headed south between my pecs. He combed the hair into a part, lower and lower.

I closed my eyes as he stopped at the bottom of my pecs, but he continued lower, across my abs, over one bump, to the next to the next. He paused above my belly button and followed the hair around and around. He dipped into it and tickled me, but I held perfectly still.

He popped out of the navel and continued down.

He approached my waistband where the hair thickened.
Touch it, touch it, touch it
.

He traced my waistband and ran his finger back and forth.
Each pass, he pressed deeper into my torso, inching underneath the waistband, lower.

I stopped breathing. My body tensed and trembled as he traced deeper. My dick had been down in my boxers, but now it arced.

“Relax,” he whispered. His fingertip touched the base of my dick.

It leapt in my boxers and pulled up. It slapped the back of his hand and bounced off of it.

His hand flipped, and his fingers wrapped around my shaft. He held me in his grasp. Ever so slowly, he stroked up and down barely a millimeter. Up and down, he stroked and my cock swelled in his hand.

“Beautiful,” was all he said, as he rose up onto his knees.

“I…” I started to speak, but he reached over with his other hand and placed a finger over my lips.

“Shhh.” He brought his lips down to mine and hovered over them. They opened as mine parted and we kissed. Long, deep and slow, his tongue touching mine. He straddled my body so that we were pelvis to pelvis. His erection rubbed along mine.

I pressed up against him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to my mouth. Deeper his tongue entered. He knew how to kiss. My hands released his neck and followed down his body. My fingers found his underwear and pushed them down.

His butt bared but his thick cock held his shorts in place.

I switched to the front of his boxers and pulled harder, releasing his dick. It swung free as he pulled mine off.

He set his naked body on mine and electricity flowed over us. Each nerve in me desired more. He humped me and his cock slid along mine. Precome oozed out of me and made our dicks slide
against each other more easily. His hairy balls tickled mine as he pumped back and forth.

I grabbed and squeezed his buttcheeks and kneaded the solid muscles. I pulled them apart and let my fingers trace along his crease. He moaned with pleasure as I explored. He moved lower and his hard-on slipped between my legs and probed.

I arched my back and allowed easier access. His thick shaft stretched me as it sought deeper entry to my opening. I pulled harder on his ass, driving him on to me, wanting him deep inside me.

He reached over to his bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. I didn’t even question why a straight man would have a bottle. He pulled out a condom and set it next to us. He spread lube along his dick and applied a healthy coating to my butt. His finger found my hole and worked lube inside. He circled and pressed in only to circle again. His thick finger spread my tender opening.

“You’re tight,” he said.

“Ahh,” was all I could say.

He applied another coating to his cock and returned to try two fingers in me. Inch by inch, he entered, slowly stretching me and making me beg for more. His other hand found my dick and he slicked it up and down. The added sensation relaxed me more, and my legs spread wider.

His heavy balls swung back and forth as he pushed himself between my legs and positioned his condom-coated cock to me. Back and forth he rocked as he stroked my cock.

My hole opened and swallowed him slowly.

“I’m going to shoot,” he said in a panicked voice.

I held perfectly still and allowed him to calm his overly excited flesh.

He worked my cock as he remained buried deep inside me. Faster and faster, he stroked me; he thrust his penis into me as
his hand rolled over my fat mushroom head. He pounded on my prostate as he jacked me off. He found his control and started to hump me faster and harder. Each thrust, he pulled out and pushed in deeper.

Precome flowed out of me and down my shaft, mixing with the lube.

His hand squeezed harder and faster.

I grabbed my legs and pulled them as wide as I could. The tension increased across my body and added to the excitement of his thrusts.

“Faster.”

He doubled his pace.

“Harder.”

Skin slapped skin, lube sprayed across us.

Sweat broke out over us and made the lube slide easier. I couldn’t take it anymore. My body jerked as his dick hit my spot, and my dick exploded in his hand. The thick hot load filled his palm and he pulled it down my sensitive cock and caused another explosion.

He thrust hard into me one last time and emptied his balls. The heat filled me up and sent another wave out of my dick.

He humped me a few more times and milked out a few more spasms of joy. He leaned forward and kissed me, his mouth hungrily tasting mine. His body descended on me and slipped easily over me with all the fluids. He slowly pulled out of me and gasped as the thick head popped free.

His cock lay next to mine and throbbed. He rolled over me and came up behind me and held me spooned to his body. His hands slowly caressed my inflamed body.

I wanted to scream
Stop
, but I didn’t want it to end.

He licked along my ear. “I want you in me next time.” And he kissed down my neck.

All I could focus on was that there would be a next time, and I smiled as I fell asleep in his arms.

Harris and I had a fantastic week. Every activity challenged and engaged us. Any moment we could escape and enjoy each other’s company was used to its full benefit. After our last class and test, it was time to pack up our duffle bags. As I folded the last of my clothes and stuffed them in, I asked him, “Do you need a ride to the airport?”

Harris turned and looked at me with a smile. “Thanks, I’d love that. I hate the Army transport. We may get through security faster, but the trip sucks.”

I closed my bag and knew I was done. I watched as Harris finished his packing.

He picked up his bag and said, “Ready.”

We waved at a few of the guys still there, exited the barracks and walked into the parking lot.

As Harris and I walked to my car, his cell phone rang. He opened and spoke, “Hi Honey.”