Corps Takes All E5 | Getting caught sucking cock at bootcamp just ends with more dick in my mouth (Patreon)

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Continued directly from the last story…Quick recap: Warren, from Sowing Seeds, goes to Marine bootcamp to fufil a family obligation. Gay as he can be, at least there’s a lot of fit hot men around. The biggest of them all is his bunkmate, Hugo, who is serious about being the strongest and the best. Hugo despises Warren, but uses his mouth for quick releases after a couple weeks of bootcamp. They connect a little bit, but now are about to get caught in the closet by another recruit…

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Knock knock!

“Langford? Anderson’s looking for you.” 

Sheer panic. Total and complete panic as I try to figure out how to get myself out of this mess. 

How would I even explain why Hugo and I are in a storage closet together? What logical thing could I even say? 

The doorknob turns and I back up to sit against the door. I feel Jameson push lightly on it but he doesn't break the door down. He would have no doubt, however, that someone is blocking the way.

“Yeah, I'm in here,” I say. There’s no other option.

Hugo growls at me with a clenched jaw. I shrug at him helplessly. It's not like we're going to get out of this by just hiding in here forever. 

“Man, get out of there before Anderson whoops us both.” Jameson pushes on the door lightly again and then I hear him let go of the doorknob. 

I don't know what I'm more afraid of. I'm probably going to get my ass handed to me by the drill instructors when I go out, but Hugo is clearly pissed at me, and he's only 2 steps away from me. I might die before I get a chance to leave the closet. Ironic.

“Clean this shit up,” Hugo says, lifting his cock back from the tip. On his shaft, I see a string of thick cum that I either missed or it came out after we were interrupted. “NOW, recruit!” 

I fall onto my hands on the concrete floor and look up at him like a dog to his master. I slowly lick up his jizz and keep eye contact with him. He nods ever so slightly and I give his softened cock a quick suck. 

“You square this situation away,” he says, yanking his cock out of my mouth. Then, he pulls up his shorts and shoves his green shirt back into place. “I don't care how you do it. Just leave me out of it.” 

With that, Hugo steps over me and opens the door. Light steams into the dark room, and he disappears into the source of it without looking back. 

“Wait, what were you guys…” Jameson says, stopping himself when he realizes. What else can I be doing on my hands and knees in a closet? 

“Jameson,” I turn around to say, "it’s not what it looks like.” Well, It probably is. I get off of my hands and look up at his tight figure illuminated by the outside light. 

I've noticed that Jameson can be a stickler for the rules. I think he might be interested in being Guide as well. In any case he's always cleaning his rifle like we're supposed to. 

So, this is really not the ideal person to find out that something gay is happening in marine bootcamp. I have to act quickly or else that’s it for me. Either I get kicked out, which means Hugo will too, or Hugo puts me in an early grave.

I get up off my knees and meet Jameson face to face.

Ah fuck, he’s going to tell on me.

“Please.” I give him a look. “Just…one minute. Come on, man.” 

A small look of relent in his eyes gives me the time I need to pull him in the closet and close the door. 

“Alright.” I breathe a sigh of relief. “Let me explain.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” he says quietly. “That’s the rule.”

“I know,” I respond and we stare each other in the face. Since I am the one with the explaining to do, I speak again first. “I didn’t want to come here.”

“Well, it looks like you got your exit ticket then,” Jameson says, turning around to reach for the doorknob. 

“Not like this. My family will find out then.” 

He stops and turns back to look at me. “Even if it is allowed now, we’re not supposed to be giving each other blowies in the closet. That’s against the rules.” 

I had to roll my eyes at him. He really is a stickler. Sure, we’re being watched like a hawk here, but I’ve definitely seen a few guys sneaking in contraband. Playboy magazines and cigarettes mostly. 

“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” I take a step towards him and say. His nose twitches and he backs up, bumping into the door. “Sorry.” I breathe into my hand and smell the essence of Hugo coming back at me. “Just, let it go. It doesn’t affect you, does it?”

“If Hugo isn’t here, I’m next for Guide,” Jameson says.  Alright, he’s really all in for this marines thing.

“Sure. If you make it to the finish line.” Hugo’s aggressive behaviour is no secret to anybody here at camp. I may be his biggest bitch, but I’ve seen how the other guys avoid him too. 

I could see Jameson thinking about it. As much as he wants to win top dog of the pack, he’d be in the medical bay for the rest of camp if he messes with Hugo. We both know it. 

Then, he shakes his head. “It’s still not right.” 

“You haven’t broken any rules at camp yet?” I ask. “Please, man. I’m begging you. We’re both dead if you snitch. The other guys won’t like that either.”

Jameson has kind dark eyes, but there’s an uncertainty in them over this that made me uneasy. His dark brown skin with his chiseled features don’t look particularly friendly in this light either.

I drop to my knees, and look up at him. “Please, Jameson. Let it go. I’ll do your firewatch for the rest of bootcamp.”

“It’s not right. We’re not supposed to be …doing that here. It’s a place of honour.” He looks down at me. 

“We’re just guys. It’s been 5 weeks. You must have done something by now,” I say. He shakes his head down at me. “Seriously? It’s been 5 weeks since you’ve cummed?”

The way he looked incredibly embarrassed after that question made me believe him. 

“Why not?” I ask.

“With what privacy?” Jameson says. “Well.” He waves his hand around the small closet we’re in. “You guys have found a way.” 

“But you haven’t wanted to?”

“I want to. But… It's bad enough that we have to shower all together. I don’t need to do that with everyone watching too.”

I saw my way out of this mess. And I saw that he was going to accept too. It’s like I unlocked his little secret and his eyes aren't giving me that uncertainty anymore. 

“I can help you.” I touch his bare hairy legs beneath his shorts. 

“I'm not…” 

“Hugo isn’t either,” I say. “He's just a man who needs to get off.” 

At this point, I can feel him getting aroused. A young man that has been doing nothing but physical training for 5 weeks without cumming? I can pretty much smell the pheromones coming from his crotch. 

“No one has to know. Don't ask, don't tell.” 

“Then, I'll just be as bad as you two,” Jameson whispers, his legs trembling. 

“No one will know,” I reassure him. I reach for his waistband, and look up for the final confirmation. “You'll train better with clear pipes. And then you won't worry about Hugo anymore.”

He hesitates for another second, and then he says, almost unvoiced. “Fine. Okay.”

I pull his shorts down and his cock bounces out. His rock-hard cock. 

He's too backed up. Poor guy. 5 weeks is a hella long time. I lick his undershaft and feel his knees wobble.

“AhHHhhh…” Jameson lets out a full moan as I swallow him whole. A beautifully shaped long dark shaft. It's a great girth for sucking, unlike Hugo’s which makes me feel like I can’t even close my jaw at all. “Slow down.”

I wasn't doing anything. His dick twitches against my tongue, and he breathes quickly like any movement is too much. 

Caressing his calf with one hand, I reach up with the other to play with his tight balls. 

“You want me to cum?” 

Already? I keep him deep in my mouth, moving just my thumb on his scrotum. 

“I'm going to cum,” Jameson says in a strained voice. “Oh, shit, I'm cumming…” I swipe my tongue side to side under his shift. He whimpers loudly, and then the floodgates open. 

“Mmm…” I hum at the bountiful stream of jizz that shoots into my mouth. 5 weeks of prime male essence flows into me and I suckle the shaft that keeps giving. As I swallow, his dick pulses against my tongue, and I caress his emptying nutsack.

“Ah…” Jameson whispers. He doesn’t moan much. It seems more like big breaths to handle the big spurts that he's letting out. Eventually, he lets out a final exhale and I feel his calf muscle relax. 

I suckle on his still-hard shaft, teasing every drop out. 

“You got more in there?” I come off to say, then lick the tip. 

“Probably.” Jameson lets out a relaxed sigh. He grabs his cock to stroke. “Was there a lot?” 

“I don't know about 5 weeks worth.” I lick the drop that comes out. “But there was a lot.” 

I watch Jameson take a big swallow in relief. His shoulders relax like an enormous pressure has been lifted off them. I think it's the first time I’ve seen his face without tension.

“How often do you do Hugo?” 

“Every night,” I reply. “After his fire watch, at midnight” 

“Mine is at 2 AM,” Jameson says, looking down at me.