Corps Takes All E6 | My bunkmate is mad at me, but there's plently of other men due for a release in the barracks. (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I got yelled at by our drill instructor for not showing up within the millisecond that he called my name. My ears literally rang from how loud he was in my ear. His breath smelt like Cheetos, and I got a face full of his saliva so I almost expected my cheek to be orange afterwards. 

Thank God Anderson is the type to yell and not expect a response. Otherwise, with the close proximity he had with me, he would've smelt the cum on my breath. 

Two recruits’ cum. I saw Jameson out of the corner of my eye watching me get disciplined. His jizz was bitter, and I'm not surprised if he's held it for 5 weeks. 

Hugo was staring at me too, but it wasn't in a nice way. I'm sure he's more concerned with whether I got Jameson to keep our secret or not. 

“AND THE NEXT TIME I CALL YOUR NAME, YOU WILL COME RUNNING TOWARDS ME LIKE A NEUTERED PUPPY DOG!” 

And that was it. The drill instructor dismissed us and we went on to prepare for the night. There's all kinds of bullshit that we have to do. I hate to keep bringing up my wealth, but I haven't had to clean anything ever in my life, much less clean a platoon with subpar equipment. Seriously, the broom we use has seen better days. 

Anyway, lights out came at some ridiculous hour as per usual, and we climbed into our bunks like machines. Usually, I'm tired enough to fall asleep right away. I guess bootcamp is making me stronger, because since we spent the day inside from the storm, I didn't really feel that tired. 

I just kinda laid there, thinking about the whole thing. My body ached pretty much everywhere. These sheets are scratchy. And there's a musk in the room that can only come with 30 men all using the same government issued soap. 

I can't wait to get home. I feel like my normal shoes properly cost more than this mattress and its sheets. And only God knows how old these sheets are.

At the same time, this is the most… manly I've felt. Ridiculous, I know, given the fact that I've now spent a considerable amount of time on my knees sucking dick here. But still, I feel like I can handle anything, given that we don't have a choice but to do exactly that here. 

Time ticked by as I thought about all the experiences we've lived here, and I saw the guy on fire watch pass the flashlight to Hugo underneath my bed. 

Call it conditioning, but I started to bone up as soon as that exchange was made. Every night for the past couple weeks now, I've sucked his giant dick at exactly this hour. 

I watch him get off his bunk and walk slowly towards the storage closet. Our routine is that I would meet him in there after a minute, so after verifying that the other guys are sleeping, I slide down the bunk and tiptoe in the same direction that he's going. 

Fuck. My heart drops as Hugo walks past the storage closet and continues towards the communal bathrooms. He's still mad. 

But I did what he asked me to do. It's not like it's my fault that we got caught. I handled the situation and Jameson isn't going to spill the beans. It’s pretty much the best case scenario.

I walk a little faster, my bare feet feeling the cold tiles until I catch up to Hugo. 

“Go back to bed, bitch. You're not getting anything tonight,” he says without looking back at me. 

But this is our time together. Even though I don’t get to get off when I service him, I still like getting used. That’s who I am.

“Go.” 

The sternness in his tone was clear, so I turned around and headed back to bed. It was confusing. Is he mad at me? Does he not like that I sucked Jameson’s dick too? How would he even know that I did that though? 

He’s not going to let me suck his cock anymore or it's just tonight? 

Psychology is real because I found it pretty much impossible to fall asleep without my midnight protein snack. Hugo finished his fire watch and went back to bed, and I stayed up with my thoughts.

So, I was still awake when Jameson came over to my bunk at 2 AM. 

“Langford,” he whispers. I lift my head and look down to see him. He cocks his head towards the end of the hall, and then starts walking away. The blood surges back into my cock, and I nearly make too much noise as I hop off the bed to do what I'm meant to do. 

His lean muscular silhouette disappears into the closet, and I touch the doorknob 30 seconds later. Once inside, I meet him face to face. 

“How does this work?” Jameson asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice. 

“Just like earlier. You don't need to do anything except stand there.” My mouth starts watering at the thought of sucking his long black cock again. 

“I'm not hard yet,” he says as I get on my knees. He might not be, but I sure am. 

“I can handle that…sir.” I push my nose into his package. I heard him sniff out in humour at the word sir. 

“You call Patterson that too?” Hugo, in my head. Sir, when I'm in here. 

“Sir, yes sir,” I sniff his groin, letting his manly scent light up the receptors in my brain. “Permission to take your shorts off, sir.” 

“Permission granted, recruit,” Jameson whispers. I pull his green shorts down along with his underwear, and his half-hard cock unfurls in front of my face. I touch the tip of my nose to it, taking in the odour in its full glory. 

His dick grows harder with the stimulation and rises. Following its ascent, I sniff around, pressing my face against his undershaft until it's as hard as it was earlier in the day. 

Jameson is quiet, but he's squirmy. As I rubbed my nose into his balls, I felt them tighten up and his body jerked in spasms. 

“Permission to start the mission, sir.” I rub his hairy thighs, then close my hands around his groin without touching his dick. 

“Permission granted, recruit.” I open my mouth wide and put my mouth over his manhood, then close my lips slowly. The quick breath of exhale sends tingles to my finger tips. 

Is he going to cum fast again? 

Not as fast as earlier, in any case. Earlier, he was a faucet ready to explode as soon as I touched him. I suckle him, gently caressing the sides of his legs as I discover his cock. Because of how long he is, sucking the whole thing slowly takes time.

His hand touched my bald head for a second before recoiling. Then it rests on my shoulder for a split second before he decides to hold on to a shelf. 

I test the waters by sucking him faster and enjoy the sounds of his dysregulated breathing echo in the small closet. 

“Can you do… what you did earlier. The balls,” Jameson whispers down. I reach upwards under his shirt and feel his contracted abs. Hugo never lets me touch him like this, nor does he have super lean and defined abs like this. 

I slide off his saliva coated cock and suck on his tight ball sack. I can just imagine his pretty dark eyes rolling back in their socket right now. 

“Say it as a command,” I hint at him and then swallow his meat whole again. The shelf he's holding onto rattles. 

“Cup my balls, recruit!” 

I do and feel his body lurch forward. I just know his mouth is wide open with pleasure.

“You're going to swallow my cum, like a good soldier.” 

“Suh, yuh suh.” I smile with my mouth full of his dick. This dirty motherfucker. Good soldier on the outside, dirty man on the inside. I caress the middle line of his scrotum just like earlier while I suck him. 

“MMMmm!” Jameson lets a low grunt and his shaft pulses rapidly on my tongue. I take the sign to deepthroat him and am met with his palm on the back of my shaved head. 

Oh fuck yes. Finally, my nightly dose of cum. It's sweeter than his afternoon load. I swallow it down happily, getting off on the texture of his essence travelling down my throat. 

He takes sharp breaths through his nose and I listen to the slowing down rhythm of his exhales until they resume a regular pace. I take him out of my mouth and watch his organ deflate much quicker than it did the first time. 

“Shit, man,” Jameson sighs. “Fuck.” There was doubt in his voice this time. A sort of post-nut clarity after being fully drained after 5 weeks of full balls.

Not wanting to spook him, I help him pull up his shorts and then nod at him. Then, I turn around to leave first and close the door behind me. 

As I get back to my bunk, I feel ready to sleep with my snack warm in my stomach. As I climb the bunk, I hear Hugo scoff loudly. 

It wasn't a snore. And it wasn’t a cough. It was a clear, disdain-laced scoff.