Episode 12 | The Men In My Barracks 🪖 (Patreon)

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Episode 12: My Best Friend Got On His Knees For Me

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?”

He reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxers. Without saying another word he pulled them down slowly, letting my cock spring free completely. The cool air hit my wet tip and I shivered. Ryder dropped my boxers to the floor and looked back up at me, still grinning.

“I wanna give my camp wife some special treatment too,” he said, voice warm but a little shaky with nerves. “You have been taking care of me. Time I return the favor.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. This was new. Ryder had never done anything like this before. The thought of him returning the favor made me even harder.

“Oh fuck off, Callahan,” I said, laughing nervously. “You just want a reason to get my dick in your mouth.”

Ryder’s grin widened. He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly across the head of my cock, tasting the bead of precum there. He pulled back just enough to look up at me again.

“How does it taste?” I asked, half teasing, half breathless.

“Like a dick,” he replied, laughing softly. Then he opened his mouth and took the head inside.

It was clear this was his first time. He was a little clumsy at first, using too much pressure, but the warmth of his mouth felt incredible anyway. I let out a low groan and rested one hand on the back of his head, not pushing, just holding him there.

“Easy,” I whispered. “Just… use your tongue more.”

Ryder pulled off for a second, breathing hard, and looked up at me with those big eyes. “You ain’t the bossy one in this marriage. Don’t forget that.”

I laughed, the sound mixing with a moan as he took me back in. He was trying so hard, bobbing his head slowly, swirling his tongue around the head the way I had done for him that night. It was messy and wet and a little awkward, but the fact that it was Ryder made it one of the hottest things I had ever felt. My legs felt weak.

“Fuck, Ry…” I breathed. “That feels good.”

He hummed around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me. One of his hands came up to stroke the base while he sucked on the head. He was getting the hang of it quickly, and the sight of my best friend on his knees, trying so hard to please me, made my head spin.

I glanced down and caught him looking up at me, eyes half closed, mouth stretched around my cock. The image burned itself into my brain. For a second my mind flashed to the woods, to Sergeant Ashford’s thick cock filling my throat, but I pushed it away. This was different. This was Ryder. This was warm and real and mine.

Ryder pulled off again, spit connecting his lips to my cock. He was breathing hard but smiling.

“You taste better than I thought,” he said, voice rough. “But don’t get used to this.”

I reached down and ran my thumb across his bottom lip, wiping away some of the spit. “You are doing fine, camp husband. Just keep going.”

He leaned back in and took me deeper this time. His mouth was hot and wet, and even though he gagged a little when he tried to take too much, the enthusiasm made up for it. I could feel my orgasm building fast. The combination of his mouth, his hand, and the way he kept looking up at me was pushing me right to the edge.

“Ryder…” I warned, my voice tight. “I am close.”

He did not pull away. Instead he sucked harder, stroking the base faster. I came hard, my hips jerking forward as I spilled into his mouth. Ryder swallowed what he could, coughing a little but not pulling off until I was done. When he finally let my cock slip from his lips he looked up at me, eyes glassy, lips shiny and swollen.

I pulled him up immediately and crashed my mouth against his. The kiss was messy and desperate. I could taste my cum on his tongue and it only made me kiss him harder. Ryder’s hands gripped my hips while I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was rock hard and leaking badly.

I stroked Ryder while we kissed, bodies pressed together in the tight storeroom. The air was hot and thick with sweat and our heavy breathing. My cock was still sensitive from cumming, and when Ryder’s hand brushed over the head I hissed sharply through my teeth.

Ryder laughed and immediately pulled his hand back. “Shit, sorry…”

I kept stroking him, my fist moving steadily over his thick cock while we made out. “You weren’t that bad,” I murmured against his lips. “A bit more practice and you’ll take my dick deep in no time.”

Ryder laughed, the sound low and warm. “Careful, baby… You boss me around like that and I might have to remind you who’s really in charge here.”

I giggled, the sound breathy. “You think I’m intimidated by you, Callahan?”

His hand slid down from my waist, cupped my ass, and then one finger slowly traced between my cheeks. I froze for a second, heart hammering. No one had ever touched me there before. When he gently pressed the tip of his finger against my hole I let out a loud moan, my whole body jerking.

“Not intimidated,” Ryder whispered against my ear, voice rough, “but you are so fucking tight, baby. My camp wife’s ass is clenching around my finger like it wants me.”

I whimpered, the sensation completely new and overwhelming. He pushed in just a little, slow and careful, and I had to bite my lip to stay quiet. It felt strange… but good. Really good. My hand worked his cock faster as he kissed me again, his finger moving gently in and out.

After a few moments he pulled his finger out and kissed me deeper. My hands kept stroking him, twisting at the head the way I knew he liked. Ryder’s breathing grew ragged against my mouth.

“Fuck, Callum…” he groaned.

He came hard, his cock pulsing in my fist as thick ropes of cum shot out and landed across my own cock and stomach. I kept stroking him through it, milking every drop while he kissed me through the aftershocks.

When he finally stopped trembling I looked down at the mess on my cock and let out a breathless laugh.Ryder was still breathing hard, his forehead resting against my shoulder. After a few seconds he pulled back just enough to look down between us. A slow, cocky grin spread across his face.

“Fuck,” he said, voice rough. “If my finger up your ass made me cum that hard, imagine what my cock would do if I actually fucked you.”

I blinked, then let out a surprised laugh. “Jesus, Callahan. You really went there.”

He leaned in and kissed me again, slower this time, his hand still gently holding my softening cock. “Just saying… my camp wife’s ass felt way too good around my finger. I might have to test the real thing soon.”

I shook my head, still smiling even though my heart was racing. “You are so full of shit.”

Ryder kissed the corner of my mouth. “Maybe. But you liked it. I felt you clench around me.”

I didn’t deny it. Instead I reached for one of the old rags on the shelf and cleaned us both up as best as I could. We pulled our boxers back on in comfortable silence, the only sounds our breathing slowly returning to normal.

When we were dressed, Ryder pulled me into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around me like he didn’t want to let go.

“You’re mine in this camp, Rhodes,” he whispered against my neck. “Don’t forget that.”

I nodded, holding him just as tight. My mind was spinning. The memory of his finger inside me was still fresh, and the way he had talked about fucking me had sent a shockwave through my entire body. No one had ever touched me there before. No one had ever said things like that to me before. And the craziest part was how much I had liked it.

We slipped out of the storeroom and walked back toward the barracks in silence. Ryder reached over and gave my hand a quick squeeze before we stepped inside. When we reached our bunks he climbed up first, then looked down at me with that soft, crooked smile.

“Night, camp husband,” he whispered.

“Night, Callahan,” I whispered back.

I lay down in my bottom bunk and stared up at the metal frame above me. My body felt warm and satisfied, but my mind was a complete mess.

Tonight had only happened because Ryder was jealous after seeing me with Sergeant Ashford. And the truth was, every time I was around Ashford I felt this overwhelming urge to submit, to let him take control. But when I was with Ryder I felt something completely different. Warmth. Safety. And now, after what just happened in the storeroom, I could not stop thinking about that finger inside me and the way he had talked about actually fucking me.

From being a straight dude who loved his fiancée to wanting two men in no time. Way to go, Recruit Rhodes.

Yeah, I was fucked. ────────────────Episode 13 | The Men In My Barracks