Corps Takes All E17 | My marine bootcamp bunkmate stops being a bully (Patreon)

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Hello readers! I can't believe this is the finale week of Corps Takes All already!!! I loved seeing your horny comments, so please keep them up. We've seen Warren take the brunt of Hugo's brutality, and we've seen Warren get passed around the other recruits. We've recently seen Hugo softening up (although one part does not). What will become of Warren and Hugo at the end of bootcamp?

Much love! - Jay

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What do they say? It takes 3 weeks to form a habit? We’re nearing the end of Marine bootcamp now, and I think it’s maybe 3 weeks to form a habit but about 8 weeks to settle into it.

As shitty as this place is, it’s starting to feel like home. That’s really fucked up for me to admit. You know, I’ve never even shared a bathroom with anyone in my life before this. Now I have to share it with 30 other guys, and it’s starting to feel… normal.

“Hey!” I look up from spitting my toothpaste out and see Hugo pass by in the mirror. Did he just grab my ass in front of everyone? My bunkmate chooses a sink three down from me.

“Hurry up, Langford. This ain’t no makeup tutorial,” another recruit says. I watch Hugo chuckle to himself, then I pack my toiletries up. I walk past his sink as I leave, and our eyes cross in the mirror for a split second.

He definitely grabbed my ass.

One of the fuckeries of bootcamp is how they enforce cleanliness on us all the while making us sweaty as soon as possible after.

“GO GO GO! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, MAGGOTS!!!” Anderson shouts at us as we jog in a pack. “I PROMISE YOU LADIES THAT A BOMB WOULDN’T TALK YOU THROUGH IT WHILE IT FUCKS YOU IN THE ASS!”

Pretty sure that comment was directed at me. At this point, I’m going to assume that everyone here knows I’m gay or strongly suspects it.

“Anderson’s in a good mood,” Hugo says as he trots up next to me. His legs are so long I have to take two or three steps for each one that he takes.

“Sure,” I pant. “Maybe he’s the one that got fucked in the ass.”

“If that’s the logic, then you should be in a good mood too,” Hugo says. We hush as Anderson runs past us to yell at the recruits falling behind. “You’re getting faster.”

“I’m actually about to die.” Or throw up. Or both.

“Can’t have that.” The giant man checks behind him. I can still hear the drill instructor screaming fat-shaming profanities at a distance. How the asshole still has a voice at the end of each day here is a mystery.

I was starting to trip over my feet. I am getting faster, but I always get to a point where it feels like my legs aren’t even attached to my body anymore.

“Whoa!” My feet lift off the ground and I find myself looking at the pavement zooming by.

Hugo’s hand presses against my stomach firmly, and I get squeezed between his large arm and his side. My legs naturally flail as I get carried effortlessly along the track.

“Stop moving,” he says as he trots along. “You’re kicking me.”

“Anderson is going to…” I look up at Hugo’s concentrated face as he keeps an impressively consistent pace.

It’s the same face he makes when he fucks me…

I wouldn’t say running is my favourite sport to ogle men at. Swimming, for sure. Hockey, maybe. There’s not much to see with hockey gear, but I suppose it’s sexy that they can skate so fast.

It was a little epiphany in my head. Running is a great combo of speed and revealing clothing. Hugo’s big pecs bounce as he jogs, and I think the package in his shorts would too if he was allowed to go commando.

“Alright, free ride is over.” He slows down and sets me down. Anderson is a distant figure by now, although (and I’m not kidding) we can still hear him yelling. “What do you think he’s saying?”

“My pregnant wife can run faster than you!” I imitate our instructor. “Might as well spread your legs since they don’t do anything else!” I make Hugo snort, and I wait for a laugh that doesn’t come. All I get is a small smile, and then he takes off to catch up with the recruits ahead of us.

After training, and more showers, and more training, we get to my favourite time of the day. Bedtime. I think my king-size bed back home is going to feel like God’s own cloud. However, after a whole day of working out, this rock-hard mattress is amazing.

Bedtime is also my time to service Hugo. I had been thinking about him all day, and it’s been turning me on every time I think about how he carried me like nothing. With one arm too. What kind of position could he put me in if he used all his strength?

12 o’clock is our usual time, when he has his fire watch. That usually means I can sleep for a while before we do our thing.

But I was so horny, and I knew Hugo wasn’t sleeping either. That’s also the effect of 8 weeks together. I can tell from his breathing sounds if he’s asleep or not.

“Warren,” he whispers from the bottom bunk. I lean over and see him with his hands behind his head. “What time is it?”

I look over at the one clock they have hanging on the far wall. “10 p.m. Can’t sleep?”

Hugo looks to the right and then to the left. Then he uncovers his blanket and I see the bulge in the tight white briefs. He adjusts himself, and the tip of his big cock pokes past the waistband.

Without a word, I climb down quietly and kneel beside his bed. Hugo slides down his underwear and I eagerly grip his stiff, hung cock.

“Suck it, recruit.”

I unsheathe the tip and give the rim of his mushroom head a lick.

“Suck.” His big hand pushes down on my shaved head and I taste his meaty stick more thoroughly. His organ flexes in my mouth and I pull with suction around the thickest part. “More.” 

His palm guides me. “More… more… oh…” A low whispered grunt resonates in his chest when I get down low enough.

There’s no way to suck him properly with his girth. All I can do is drool on his junk when it’s in so deep. That’s why making him cum is always a bit of a challenge.

That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying though. I suck him with as much tongue action as possible, and only take a break when my jaw feels like it’s going to break.

“Is that good, sir?” I whisper to him as I stroke his wet dick.

“Your ass is better,” Hugo says. I can tell he’s trying to focus to cum.

“You want to fuck me later then?” I ask, watching the big man grit his teeth.

“I’m the one that gives the commands here.” His fiery eyes flicker even in the dark.

“Sir, yes, sir,” I apologize quickly. “I just want to make sure you get your release, sir.” His hand caresses the left side of my head and I lean into it.

“Oh…” Hugo breathes out as I suckle his tip. “My legs are dead tonight.” Yeah, I wonder why. The image of him carrying me while running makes me suck him again. “Fuck… recruit…” He pushes me as far down as he can without making me gag. “Here.” I feel his hand wrap around the part of his big cock that I can’t swallow.

I lift my head off and watch the hunky military stud stroke. His pecs move with the movement, just like when he was running.

“You want my load, recruit?”

“Sir, yes sir,” I whisper. I look down at his crotch and study the way his hand is gripping his shaft.

Tight, right at the base, and his thumb placed just where his foreskin ends. His beefy body vibrates with energy as he edges himself closer.

“I want to do it,” I say. “I mean, permission to do it?”

“Permission granted,” Hugo says. I take over quickly, hoping to not lose the rhythm.

Tight.

Right at the base.

Thumb here.

And for the final touch, my lips here on the tip.

“Oh… it’s coming… oh I’m going to blow.” His member engorges in my hand. I give him a couple more strokes, then release completely to swallow him as deep as I can. “Ah!” Hugo’s unexpected moan rings in the sleeping barracks. He silences himself, but his body is loud in the way it heaves. He grips the back of my neck tightly, to the point that it’s a relief when he lets go.

I swallow his juices as his thick shaft pulses in my filled mouth, and when I’m sure that all the aftershocks are done, I pull off slowly.

“Warren.” Hugo yanks me up to the bed by the arm, and the sheets cover me.

A light shines through the darkness that enshrouds me and I listen to Hugo’s fast-beating heart as I lay on his chest.

“Fucking fire watch,” he mutters. The blanket is lifted and the oven of his scent is blown away.

“Is that your boner, Warren?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I look up into his face. His nose scrunches up at the smell of his cum. There’s not much I can do in this position except put my chin on his chest.

Then, he kisses me.