Episode 10 | The Men In My Barracks 🪖 (Patreon)

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Episode 10: My Camp Husband Made Me Cum After I Sucked The Sergeant

I slipped back into the common room as quietly as I could. The whole barracks was dark and still. Most of the recruits were already deep asleep, soft snoring drifting from different bunks. My legs felt unsteady. My mouth still carried the taste of Sergeant Ashford. I could feel the ghost of his thick cock on my tongue and the way he had looked down at me while I swallowed every drop. Guilt twisted hard in my stomach as I reached our corner.

Ryder was awake.

He leaned over the edge of the top bunk, looking down at me in the darkness. His messy brown hair was tousled and his eyes were sharp with concern.

"You were gone a long time," he whispered. "Everything good?"

I forced a small nod. "Yeah. Just some extra training."

Ryder did not look convinced. He shifted over on the narrow top bunk, making space. "Come up here. Tell me about it."

I glanced around the dark room one last time. Everyone else seemed asleep. I quickly stripped down to my boxers and climbed the ladder quietly, sliding in beside him. The bunk was tight. Our bodies pressed together immediately. Ryder’s bare chest was warm against my side. His arm came around my waist without hesitation, pulling me closer until we were tangled under the thin blanket. We were both in just our boxers. His thigh slipped between mine like it belonged there.

We lay face to face in the dark. His breath brushed my cheek. For a moment neither of us spoke. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest.

"So," Ryder said softly, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "What really happened out there? Ashford kept you late again."

I swallowed. The lie came out easier than it should have. "It was just navigation stuff. He wanted me to work on my form in the woods. Nothing major."

Ryder stayed quiet for a second. His hand rested on my lower back, thumb moving in slow circles. "You sure? You came back looking… different."

I tried to laugh it off. "Different how?"

"Like you are carrying something heavy," he said. His fingers traced lightly along my spine. "You know you can talk to me, right? We are past the bullshit now."

The guilt hit me harder. I had just been on my knees for Sergeant Ashford in the middle of the forest. I had swallowed his cum while thinking about how much I liked submitting to him. And now I was lying here in Ryder’s arms, letting him hold me like I had not just betrayed whatever this thing between us was becoming.

I forced myself to stay calm. "It was really just training. I got a little lost on the way back. That’s all."

Ryder nodded but I could tell he was not fully buying it. He shifted closer until our foreheads almost touched. "Okay. I will let it go for now." He paused, then his voice got a little softer. "I have been thinking about that night in the storeroom a lot. The one where you… you know. Took care of me."

My face heated up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said. His hand slid lower on my body until his fingers rested just above the waistband of my boxers. "I feel like a fucking asshole for not finishing you off that night. You did so much for me and I left you hanging. That was not fair."

I let out a small laugh, trying to keep things light. "It’s fine. We were both nervous."

Ryder shook his head. "No, it’s not fine, Callum. You were so good to me and I should have taken care of you too." His fingers slipped under the waistband of my boxers, resting there for a moment, warm against my skin. "Lemme make it up to you tonight, baby."

My breath caught. I was already rock hard again, the memory of Ashford’s cock still fresh in my mind mixing with Ryder’s touch. "Ryder…"

He smiled in the dark, that familiar cocky grin I had grown to love. "Come on, camp husband. Let me show you how much I missed you."

His hand slid further down, fingers brushing the base of my cock. I shivered at the contact. Ryder leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another one on my jaw.

"You have been on my mind every night since then," he whispered against my skin. "Every time I close my eyes I see you on your knees taking my cock."

I let out a shaky breath. My cock twitched hard under his touch. Ryder’s fingers wrapped around me slowly, stroking me once from base to tip. The pleasure was immediate and intense. I bit my lip to stay quiet.

"See?" he murmured, voice warm and teasing. "You are already so hard for me. My camp wife missed this too, didn’t he?"

I couldn’t answer. All I could do was press my face into his shoulder and let him stroke me. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of my cock while we lay pressed together in the narrow bunk.

I was already rock hard from everything that had happened in the woods. The memory of Sergeant Ashford’s thick cock stretching my mouth, the taste of his cum, the way he had looked down at me while I swallowed still burned behind my eyes. And now Ryder’s warm hand was wrapped around me, stroking me so gently it made my toes curl. The guilt and the pleasure mixed together until I could barely think straight.

I let out a small whimper against his shoulder. “Ry…”

Ryder’s hand paused for a second. He sounded a little surprised but mostly pleased. “Shit, you are throbbing bad. Is my camp wife leaking for me?”

I tried to laugh but it came out shaky. “You wish, Callahan. Maybe I am just thinking about those sorority girls you keep talking about.”

Ryder chuckled softly, the sound low and warm against my ear. “Liar. You have not thought about a single girl since we started sharing this bunk.” His fingers tightened around my cock and gave me a long, slow stroke from base to tip. “Admit it. You are this hard for your camp husband.”How could I admit the truth? How could I tell the man I was falling for that I was this hard because I had just been on my knees in the woods letting Sergeant Ashford fuck my throat and swallow every drop of his load? The guilt twisted sharp in my chest even as Ryder’s hand felt so good it made my toes curl.

“Maybe I am just imagining how your mouth would feel on my cock,” I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady.

Ryder smiled against my skin and kept stroking me with that slow, perfect rhythm. “We don’t want the whole camp finding out how we are really relieving stress, do we, baby?”

I let out a shaky laugh. “Or maybe you are just too chicken to suck a cock.”

A bead of precum leaked from my tip and dripped down between Ryder’s fingers. He felt it immediately and slowed his strokes, spreading it over my shaft until everything was slick and messy.

Ryder’s voice dropped lower, still teasing but with a rough edge. “I ain’t chicken, baby. You know that. Just don’t want anyone to catch us right now”Deep down my mind was flashing between two completely different men. Sergeant Ashford’s commanding voice telling me to submit while his cock filled my throat. And Ryder’s warm body pressed against mine right now, his lips so close I could feel his breath. I was being pulled in both directions at once and the guilt was eating me alive. I had just betrayed whatever this thing between us was becoming, yet here I was getting harder in his hand with every stroke.I turned my head and looked at him. Our eyes met in the dark. Ryder’s face was flushed, his messy hair falling into his eyes, and he looked so fucking irresistible in that moment. Before I could overthink it, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.

Ryder froze. His hand stopped moving on my cock. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes wide with surprise.

I laughed nervously, startled by the rejection. “See? You are too chicken.”

“No… no,” Ryder said quickly, his voice softer than I expected. “I just… I was not expecting that. That’s all.”

My stomach dropped. I pulled back a little, suddenly feeling stupid. “I… uh… I am sorry. I was just fucking around. I should not have done that.”

Ryder shook his head. He did not let go of my cock. Instead he leaned in closer until our foreheads touched.

“I am not going to kiss you to prove I am not chicken,” he said quietly. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “I want to kiss you because I actually want to.”

Before I could reply, Ryder closed the distance and kissed me properly. It started slow and careful, but quickly turned heated. His tongue slid against mine as his hand started stroking me again under the blanket, faster now. The kiss was messy and desperate, like we had both been waiting for this without admitting it.

“You have soft lips, Recruit,” Ryder murmured against my mouth, smiling into the kiss. “Never thought I would say that about another guy.”

I laughed breathlessly, kissing him back just as hard. “Talk about yours, Callahan. You are the one who keeps calling me camp husband like it is a full time job.”

Ryder groaned softly and kissed me deeper, his hand working my cock with steady, perfect strokes. I was still so sensitive from the woods that every touch felt electric. The memory of Ashford’s cock in my throat mixed with Ryder’s warm mouth on mine and it pushed me right to the edge.

“Fuck, Ryder…” I gasped against his lips.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered, kissing me again. “Let go for me.”

I came hard in his fist, my whole body shaking as I buried my face in his neck. Thick ropes of cum spilled over his fingers while he kept stroking me through it, whispering soft praise against my skin.

When I finally stopped trembling, Ryder let out a small, warm laugh and wiped his hand on the blanket. He pulled me tighter against his chest, our legs tangled together under the thin sheet.

“Damn,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “That was intense. You really needed that, huh?”

I nodded against his shoulder, still catching my breath. My body felt lose, but my mind was a complete mess. I had just cum in Ryder’s hand while the taste of Sergeant Ashford was still fresh on my tongue. The guilt was sharp, but the warmth of Ryder holding me made it hard to regret anything.

Ryder stroked my hair gently. “Get some sleep, camp husband. We’ve got early morning drills.”

I nodded, still catching my breath. My body felt heavy and warm against his. I pulled my boxers back up, wiped myself off as best as I could with the corner of the blanket, and carefully climbed down from the top bunk. When I reached the bottom, I looked up at Ryder. He was leaning over the edge, watching me with that soft, crooked smile he only gave me when no one else was around.

“Night, Callahan,” I whispered.

“Night, Rhodes,” he whispered back.

I lay down in my own bunk and stared up at the metal frame above me. What the fuck was happening to me?

I came to this camp to prove to my old man that I wasn’t weak. That I wasn’t the disappointment he always made me feel like. I wanted to figure out why my ex had broken off the engagement, why she said there was no spark. I thought pushing my body and learning discipline would fix everything.

Instead, in one single night, I had been on my knees in the woods sucking Sergeant Ashford’s cock and swallowing his cum… and then I had kissed my best friend and came in his hand.

Things were getting messy. Really fucking messy.

I was falling for both of them in completely different ways. Ashford’s raw authority, the way he towered over me, the way he made me submit with just his voice and his body — it turned me on in a way I had never experienced before. And Ryder… Ryder gave me something else. Warmth. Safety. That easy closeness that made me feel wanted more than anything. Something that was missing in my last relationship.

I had no idea how much longer I could keep pretending I wasn’t falling for both of them at the same time.

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