Corps Takes All E16 | My marine bootcamp bunkmate shows and doesn't tell. (Patreon)

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I did see Cooper go talk to Anderson in his quarters. So I know it did happen, but of course, there was no confirmation if Hugo was going to rejoin our platoon or not. In fact, there were too many options.

He could have been discharged and kicked off the island. He could have joined a neighbouring platoon to avoid more conflict. Or he could be somewhere isolated right now being punished. 

It was an information blackout. Let’s just say the drill instructors, especially Anderson, are not particularly warm to questions either. 

If I felt alone at bootcamp before, then I’m not sure what this feeling is. Although I’m no longer scared shitless of the training that we do, it just feels…empty without Hugo's presence. There was some bitterness too, because some of the top guys were obviously on cloud 9 now that their biggest competition is gone. I might be the only one that misses him. And I, once again, was invisible. 

On the second night, I slept in Hugo’s bed. I couldn’t fall asleep in mine, after the snoring began, I snuck down to the bottom bunkbed. Both a good idea and a bad idea at the same time. The good part is that I did fall asleep. The bad part is that I pretty much cried myself to sleep thinking that the way his pillow smells is the last thing I’ll remember of him. There’s no guarantee if I’ll ever find him again. I mean, I don’t even know where he’s from. 

It was a light sleep, and I felt like I had water in my lungs when I was jolted awake with a hand on my shoulder. 

“Shh…” 

My body only knew one way to react to the sound of his voice. I jumped up from his bed and hugged him as hard as I could. His arms stayed at his side, until he realized I wasn’t going to let go. Then, he put one of his hands on the back of my skull, which pushed my face further into his chest. 

“I need some shut-eye,” Hugo says. It’s hard to see what his expression is. He looks a little skinnier, if that’s even possible in 2 days. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” 

So I climbed back up to my own bed, which felt cold compared to Hugo’s. But, it wasn't so hard to fall asleep this time around. Actually, the night felt too short because the usual banging had us standing up straight in what felt like a blink’s time. 

“Scavenger hunt day, ladies!” Anderson shouted at us. That was our cue to partner up and get a “treasure map.” 

“Partners?” I ask my bunkmate.

“Mm.” 

He was extremely quiet while we got started. It wasn't until the 3rd or 4th landmark we found that I felt the ice begin to thaw. 

“Who's up for Guide now?” 

“Jameson, probably,” I say gently. Still, Hugo whacks our bag against a tree roughly. “Maybe they'll still pick you?” 

“Yeah, fat chance,” he scoffs. “You can't punch someone's face in and eat your cake too. I should've gone harder.” 

“Then you wouldn't have come back,” I say. 

“Says who? Dead men can’t speak.” 

“It's the speaking that got you out of the hole,” I say, watching him throw the bag to the ground. 

“What's that supposed to mean?” 

Oh, he doesn't know. “Well, Cooper didn't press charges, and he could have.” 

“Yeah, cause he's scared of a second shiner.” Hugo narrows his eyes at me. I let him figure it out. Honestly, he may be a muscle-head, but I never got the impression that he was dumb. “What did you do, Warren?” 

“I had to,” I say. The words were clear in the forest tranquility. The giant man steps closer to me, looking as thick as one of the trees surrounding us. 

I wish Hugo talked more. 

Then, maybe he'll explain why he's breathing so deeply and giving me that glare. Is he mad at me or Cooper or both of us? 

“Hugo,” I instinctively take a step back as he presses forward, “that's what got you back.” Hugo advances on me again. 

Whoa.

His lips touch mine, which are tight from fear. But, then, I feel what Hugo is trying to tell me, and I let him kiss me. 

“Mmm,” he growls, ravaging my mouth. He grips the front of my shirt with a fist, pulling me into his chest. I feel his sculpted body under the green shirt. 

His meaty chest feels so good to touch. 

“These need to be off,” Hugo says. We take each other's bottoms down, and yank our boots off. His hung cock, looking heavy with veins, arches magnificently.

He makes a grab for my waist and I jump on him. I feel weightless in his arms as I wrap my legs around his thick waist. 

“Oh! That's wet.” His tip rubs my crack. “Hugo, are you…?” 

“Can I?” 

I let him in with my body, and his hung cock makes steady progress stretching my ring. I let gravity do the work as I slide down to his wide base. 

“Oh, Jesus.” Hugo shudders and swallows. 

“You okay?” I massage his neck. 

“I'm good.” He cracks an unexpected smile. “You're so tiny.” His big hands wrap around my waist. “How do you get all that in you?” 

He didn't want me to answer. 

He wanted to fuck the answer out of me. 

“Fuck.” He thrusts at a steady pace, his lip quivering when he hits a wave of pleasure. I get invested in how his eyebrows twitch as he concentrates solely on holding me up and drilling me. 

“Your cock feels so good,” I whisper. I see the weakness it creates on his face to hear that. “It's the biggest cock I've ever taken.” 

With a growl, Hugo drops to the ground and brings me with him. My head is laid on the grass, and the blades tickle my ears. The sun is blocked twice, first by the tree canopies, then by Hugo’s head.

“Oh!” He pushes my legs forward and I realize now he's fucking me. “Oh fuck!” 

“You're so good at taking my dick, recruit.” He grabs my chin. 

“Sir, yes sir!” His tool pummels my ass into submission. 

“You've been a good soldier, recruit.” My back shifts on the ground, pushed by his impacts. Hugo grabs my right arm, and his fingers intertwine with mine. 

“Sir?” A whole new level of intensity is added as he squeezes my fingers. I know he feels it too. 

Hugo takes my hand, and places it on my crotch. 

“Go.” 

I jerk off quickly, going with how he fucks me. He looks down at me doing it, then back up at my face.

“Oh fuck, Warren.” The tough guy look melts from his face. 

“Breed me, sir,” I tell him. “Breed me in the ass.” 

“AhhHh,” Hugo regains his composure. “You want it, recruit?” 

“I'm cumming!” I say, reaching a climax of sensations. “Breed me, sir!” 

“Holy…”  Hugo's eyes dart down to my shirt, which quickly gets covered by a shower of my own juices. “Fuck!” His face squeezes under an intense pressure. 

“Oh!” A sharp jab into my guts. “Oh!” Another one! “Oh!” His face glistens with sweat.

“Ah…” he exhales. “Okay, we should have taken this off.” He pinches the fabric where it's not wet. “You're soaked.” Hugo looks away from me to catch his breath.

Meanwhile, I'm in my own world. Dizzy with how plowed I felt. The smell of dirt is playing a part of it too, I’m sure. Maybe this is why people go camping. I don’t know.

“Stay awake, we got a mission to do.”