Episode 11 | The Men In My Barracks 🪖 (Patreon)

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Episode 11: My Camp Husband Got Jealous And Took Me To The Storeroom

A few days had passed since that night in Ryder’s bunk. The barracks had settled back into its usual brutal rhythm, but something had shifted between us. Ryder had become noticeably more protective. He stayed closer during PT, threw an arm around my shoulders at chow, and kept making those camp husband jokes with a little more edge than before. I didn't mind it. In fact, part of me liked it more than I wanted to admit. But the guilt from the woods was still sitting heavy in my chest every time I looked at him.

Sergeant Ashford had not eased up either. If anything, he was watching me even more closely now. During morning formation he would single me out for extra form checks, his big hands adjusting my shoulders or hips while his hazel eyes stayed locked on mine a second too long. The whole platoon was starting to notice. I could feel the stares. Alistair had even muttered something under his breath about being “Sarge’s little bitch” yesterday, but I ignored him.

This morning was no different. We were running drills in the yard when Ashford called me over after the set. The rest of the squad moved on while I stayed behind. He stepped in close, one hand resting on my lower back as he corrected my stance even though my form was fine. His voice was low, just for me.

“You are getting better at following orders, Rhodes. Keep it up and we might need another private session soon.”

I nodded, trying to keep my face neutral even as heat flooded through me at the memory of his cock in my throat. “Yes Sir!.”

When I glanced toward the side of the training area I caught Ryder standing there, arms crossed, watching us. His jaw was tight. He did not say anything when I rejoined the group, but he stayed quieter than usual for the rest of the morning.

By the time evening chow rolled around, Ryder was still in a mood. He sat beside me at the table but his usual loud stories were missing. He kept glancing at me like he wanted to ask something but did not. I felt the tension growing between us and it made my stomach twist. I hated lying to him about Ashford, but I could not tell him the truth either.

After lights out, I lay in my bottom bunk staring up at the metal frame, unable to sleep. The common room had gone quiet. I was just starting to drift off when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Ryder was standing beside my bunk in just his boxers, looking down at me.

“Get up,” he whispered. “We need to talk.”

I followed him without question. We moved quietly through the dark barracks and slipped out into the corridor. Ryder led us straight to the Supply Storeroom, the same small room where everything had started between us. He pushed the door open, pulled me inside, and shut it behind us. The space was tight and dark, the air thick with the smell of canvas and rubber.

The second the door clicked shut Ryder turned to me. His eyes were intense in the low light leaking in from under the door.

“I saw you in Ashford’s office today,” he said, voice low but steady. “He had you backed up against the desk. His hand was on your waist.”

My stomach dropped. “It was nothing. He was just talking about training.”

“Bullshit, Callum.” Ryder stepped closer until our chests almost touched. “I am not stupid. The way he looks at you… the way he touches you when he thinks no one is watching. It’s not just training anymore.”

I opened my mouth to deny it again but the words died in my throat. The guilt was too heavy. Ryder’s face was right there, open and hurt in a way I had never seen before. I could not lie to him again.

Instead I reached up and pulled him into a kiss.

Ryder kissed me back immediately, like he had been waiting for it. His hands gripped my hips as he walked me backward until my back hit the shelves. The kiss was deep and messy, full of the tension that had been building for days. I could feel how hard he was already, pressing against my thigh through his boxers. My own cock was straining in mine.

We broke apart just long enough to breathe. Ryder’s forehead rested against mine.

“I don’t like sharing you,” he whispered. “Not with him.”

I didn’t know what to say. So I kissed him again instead.

This time the kiss turned hotter. Ryder’s hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel the heat of his body everywhere we touched. My mind flashed back to the woods for a split second — Ashford’s thick cock stretching my mouth, his hand on the back of my head — but I pushed the thought away and focused on Ryder’s tongue sliding against mine.

We stayed like that for a long moment, kissing like we were trying to erase everything else. Ryder’s hand slipped between us and palmed my cock through my boxers. I groaned into his mouth.

“Fuck, you are hard already,” he murmured, voice rough with want.

I reached down and pushed his boxers down just enough to free him. His cock sprang out heavy and thick, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked slowly, matching the rhythm of our kiss.

Ryder’s breathing grew heavier. He broke the kiss and looked down at my hand on his cock, then back up at me with dark eyes.

“You have gotten better at this,” he said with a small, breathless laugh. “Last time you were shaking. Now look at you.”

I smiled against his mouth even as guilt flickered through me again. I had learned to relax around a man’s cock because of Ashford. Ryder could never know that. I pushed the thought down and focused on the man in front of me.

We kept kissing, hands working each other’s cocks in the tight space. The storeroom felt smaller with every passing second. Our bodies were pressed together, sweat starting to build between us. Ryder’s free hand slid up under my shirt, fingers tracing the line of my spine.

I was getting lost in it. The taste of him, the feel of his cock in my hand, the way he moaned softly every time I twisted my wrist just right. My own cock was aching, leaking steadily into my boxers.

Then Ryder suddenly pulled back.

He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast. His eyes locked on mine in the darkness, something shifting in his expression.

“Fuck it…” he said, voice low and rough. “I want to try something.”Ryder dropped to his knees right there in the tight supply storeroom. The concrete floor was cold and hard under him, but he did not seem to care. He looked up at me with those dark eyes, a nervous but determined smile on his face. My cock was rock hard and leaking in my boxers and the sight of Ryder on his knees for me made my stomach flip.

I let out a shaky laugh. “Ryder… what the fuck do you think you are doing?”

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