Corps Takes All E13 | The alpha marine chooses me to be his partner (Patreon)

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Alright guys, we're back at bootcamp! It's 8 juicy episodes that will wrap up Corps Takes All.

Quick recap: Warren, self-proclaimed spoiled trust-fund twink, is at marine bootcamp to fufil family obligations. He's quickly discovered by his bunkmate Hugo to be gay, and Hugo wastes no time in making use of a willing mouth. When other recruits, Jameson and Cooper, find out and need a way to relieve themselves too, Hugo takes control of the situation. Despite being a little bit of a bully before, it turns out the root of Hugo's problem is posessiveness. He wants to be the only one using Warren. That's not entirely true, because he needed Cooper to help loosen Warren up before the out-of-place twink could handle something much bigger. So here we are now, after Hugo and Warren had their first fuck after weeks and weeks of intensive physical training.

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Can you blame me for being exhausted in the morning? Firstly, let’s not forget the actual bootcamp part of bootcamp. I was already running on fumes before I became the barrack’s resident hole.

Seriously? Getting eiffel-towered, and then taking the biggest cock known to mankind in one night? I was ready to get kicked off the island for not getting out of bed fast enough. Surely, I’ve made it in life already.

“Warren.” An urgent whisper, but it's not enough to pull me from my slumber. 

I didn’t have my eyes open, so I can't describe exactly what happened afterwards. It kind of felt like a rollercoaster, to be honest. Just, the next thing I knew, I was on my feet. 

“Anderson is coming,” Hugo snaps at me and I open my eyes wide. 

“STILL GETTING YOUR BEAUTY SLEEP, LANGFORD? You ain't in Beverly Hills no more, recruit!”

“No, sir no!” I stand up straight and stare straight past his wrinkled, sun damaged face. Anderson lets me go this time, and moves on to mess with someone else. “Thanks,” I whisper to Hugo. 

That was the first time I saw Hugo smile at me. Maybe smile at all. I wanted to keep looking because it's such an unusual look for him, but of course… 

“TRAINING FIELD. NOW, MAGGOTS!” 

It was our morning run, which is nothing like the run I do back home. You can't take a break when you want. You can’t choose your pace. You can’t even suffer in silence because there's some hetero shit we have to chant while running. 

“Stay in front of me,” Hugo says while moving behind me. Everyone knows that I suck at this. Not only am I short, I don't have the endurance to keep up with the athletic recruits.

However, with Hugo behind him, the pacing is a lot easier. Hearing him chant behind me is a motivator too. His booming voice makes it feel like he's chasing me. 

“Oh my god,” I gasp as I make it to the finish with the front of the pack. 

Smack! All the remaining air I had in my lungs gets knocked out of me by Hugo's hand on my back. 

“Nice, recruit.” Another rare smile. Then, he pulls me up from the ground, and herds me towards the showers. 

God, looking at Hugo's big schlong in the shower never gets old. The man has to wash it like it's a whole other arm. It's not even the size it is when it's hard. The way that it conducts a stream of water like an elephant trunk... I can’t believe I took that in my ass.

Well, I can. And I'm feeling the consequence of it right now as I wash up. It's a good sort of consequence though. Kind of like a battle scar, maybe. 

“Pick a partner, ladies. One that you want to have a sleepover with,” Anderson says as he tosses out big long sacks onto the ground. “You might want to pick a pretty one, since you're going to be getting real nice and cuddly.” 

The gay panic that fucking coursed through my body. I'm positive that everyone here knows that I'm a homo. And I'm also positive that none of these straight guys wants to spend a night in a tent with me. 

I watched as the guys paired up and shook hands. Many of the pairings were obvious. Most of them were already bunkmates, or they've formed friendships. Cooper obviously went with Jameson. 

“Let's go,” Hugo says beside me. 

“Are you sure? The other guys…” 

“Let's go,” Hugo repeats, grabbing two big bags and slinging it over his large shoulder. I feel like all the eyes are on me as I follow the giant out of the barracks, carrying nothing at all. 

Hugo isn't nice to the other men, but they respect him. We all know that he's the one to not mess with here, so when there are partner activities, Hugo has nothing but choice.

And he chose…me? He trudged ahead of me the whole time on the hike, carrying both our stuff. I felt pretty guilty when I saw that he sweated through his shirt when we got to our location.

“You've set up a tent before?” 

“No,” I say honestly. Bootcamp does change a person though. There's been a million things I hadn't done before during the last 7 weeks, and there's been a million things I've figured out how to do. Now, it feels almost routine to tackle a new thing. 

I did most of the tent setup while Hugo took a breather. Then, he unpacked one of the bags and threw me a packet of food. I can see why Hugo is so big, because he just inhales the food. I was only halfway done when he went inside the tent to sleep. 

It’s cold out here. There is an aluminum foil blanket thing in the bag, but it isn’t enough. That's what Anderson was implying by “cuddling.” In fact, there's not really a better word to describe what we have to do. 

I crawl, in the dark, towards Hugo's horizontal body and stop at the edge of the blanket. 

I'm still scared of him. I mean, I'm pretty sure he wants me to be scared of him. 

“I'm not asleep.” His quiet voice is still powerful enough to make me jump nervously. I lay down next to him, and he lifts the cover, letting out an immense wave of body heat. 

Okay. I move closer and the blanket drapes over me. 

“So, I had to carry all the stuff, and be the heater?” He turns towards me and his big chest presses against my back. 

“You didn't have to carry the bags.” His natural heat envelopes me, burying into the cold that had sunk into my bones. “And I set up the tent.”

“That's true,” Hugo says. “Do I smell?” 

A little. It's not bad for how much he was sweating though. 

“No,” I say, my eyelids getting droopy from being warm. At the same time, the feeling of the man’s pecs against mine turns my body on. “Are you cold?”

“No. You are, though.”

“Sorry,” I say. His hot breath on my neck makes me shiver. 

“It's fine. This is what we're supposed to do.” With that, he straight up spoons me, and I am surrounded by his beefy arms. 

“Oh…” I let out. “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry about, recruit?” His lips touch my neck. 

“I'm sorry about…” I gasp as he pushes my legs up with his, and the unmistakable feeling of his wood presses against my crack. 

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Hugo says. “Just do what you're good at, and I'll do what I'm good at. That's what the Marines are for, right?” 

In the tight space we have, I can only slide my pants down to my knees, and that still took the blanket off me. The rush of cold air is the opposite sensation of my bunkmates' powerful body warmth. 

“Oh…shit…Hugo…” I moan as he covers us up with the blanket again. He pulled off his pants too, and now his thick slab of meat is making direct contact with my ass. Just like the rest of him, it's burning hot. 

“I can’t believe you took all of this last night. No one ever has.” His lips touch the back of my neck again. I'm so glad there is no light in this tent, because I know my mouth is wide open like an idiot. “I want it again, recruit.” 

“Sir, yes sir,” I whisper. “But…it can’t be dry like that.” 

“You do it.” 

I spit into my hand and reach back to caress his erection. Compared to my fingers, he really is a heater. A hard, pulsing heater. 

“Fuck…” I say nervously as I feel the moistened tip push. It opens up the wounds that haven't healed, and it makes me tense up. 

“Just like yesterday, recruit.” 

“Oh!” The head pops in, and I grip onto his arm for support. 

“Shh…” Hugo tightens his embrace around me, which suffocates my ability to whimper like I want to. His huge appendage slides in despite how tight I am. 

“Oh god…” I strain out. Every inch feels like a mile. 

“Can you take it or not, recruit?” Hugo snaps suddenly. 

Fuck. 

“Because if you can’t…”

“I can do it,” I whisper, and take a deep breath. I imagine myself relaxing, and it works. 

“Oh…” Hugo breathes a sigh of relief as more of his meat slides in. “Good man. More.”

“AhHh!” I relax my hole once again and he pushes in. 

“More,” Hugo moans against my neck. “One more time.” 

“MmMm…fuck…” I release every muscle in my body and let him sink into me balls deep.

“Ah…ah…ah…” Hugo puffs hot air against my skin. “Fuck, recruit, you did it again.” 

“Mm…” That's all I can say. Any other thoughts I have make me clamp up on him. I can feel the instinct of closing on him makes him throb right back. 

“It's tighter than last night,” Hugo says. That's cause Cooper didn't warm me up this time. The thought makes me contract around him again, and the giant behind me sighs deeply. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I whisper, and my hole squeezes his pole again. It sets off a chain reaction. I squeeze, he flexes back, which makes me squeeze again. 

“Your ass… fuck… ah FUCK…” Whatever part of his meat had slipped out, Hugo pushes back in. “Mmmm...mmmm…mmm.” He grunts rhythmically, then they become more spaced out. Hugo puffs out air in humour onto my neck. “Well, that hasn't happened before.”

“Sir?” 

“Go to sleep,.” His softened meat falls out of me. Another cold gust of air hits our thighs as we pull our pants back up. Then, his muscular arms wrap around me again. “Good work.” 

“Thank you, sir.” I feel his seed moving inside me. 

“Stop talking,” he says, resting his chin on my neck. “You always talk too much.” 

“Sor…” I shut my mouth, and let myself succumb to the welcoming heat of his body.