Episode 16 | The Men In My Barracks 🪖 (Patreon)

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Episode 16: My Camp Husband Fucked Me Against The Fence

I was pressed against the fence behind the barracks late at night. Ryder leaned in closer, his mouth right against my ear.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” Ryder whispered, his voice low and rough. “Your husband loves you. And wants to make love to you tonight.”

A shiver ran down my spine. His fingers were still tracing slow circles around my hole, barely pressing, just teasing. I felt my pants slide further down my legs until they pooled around my ankles.

“Ryder…”The cool night air hit my bare skin, but Ryder’s body behind me was warm. His chest pressed against my back, and I could feel how hard he was through his pants, his cock thick and solid against my ass.

My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. Everything was moving too quickly, yet not fast enough at the same time. I knew I should stop this. After what happened in Ashford’s office last night, after his warning, I should have pushed Ryder away. But my body was betraying me. Every time his finger brushed over my hole, my cock twitched and leaked. I was already rock hard again.

Ryder’s teeth grazed my ear, nibbling gently before he bit down a little harder. The sharp little sting mixed with the slow press of his finger made my knees weak. At the same time, he rolled his hips forward, grinding his hard cock against my bare ass. I could feel the heat of him even through his pants.

“Do you wanna have a little honeymoon with your husband tonight?” he murmured against my ear, his voice teasing but thick with want. “Right here against this fence?”

I let out a shaky breath. My hands tightened around the metal wire in front of me. “Ryder… someone could walk by.”

“No one’s coming out here,” he said, biting my ear again, softer this time. “It’s late. Everyone’s dead asleep after that course. It’s just us.”

His finger pressed a little more firmly against my hole, not pushing in yet, just testing. I could feel myself clenching around nothing, my body reacting on its own. Ryder’s other hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly while he kept grinding against my ass. The sensation was overwhelming.

I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. About how close Ashford had been to actually fucking me. About how badly I had wanted it at that moment. And now here I was with Ryder, letting him touch me like this, and it felt completely different but just as intense. The guilt was still there, sitting in the back of my mind, but right now Ryder’s finger circling my hole and his cock pressing against my ass was making it hard to focus on anything else.

“Fuck,” I whispered, pushing back against his hand without meaning to.

Ryder groaned softly behind me. “Yeah? You like that?” He pressed the tip of his finger a little harder, almost slipping inside. “You are so tight, baby. Even tighter than any girl I’ve fucked.”

I bit my lip to stay quiet. My heart was racing. His cock felt huge against my ass, and the way he kept grinding it between my cheeks while his finger teased my hole was driving me crazy. I could feel how badly he wanted to be inside me. And every part of me wanted it too. Badly.

Ryder leaned in again, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke.

“I have been thinking about this all day,” he said, voice rough. “About bending you over and sliding my cock inside you. About how good you’d feel around me.”

He finally pushed his finger in, slow and careful. Just the tip at first, then a little deeper. I gasped at the stretch, my hole clenching around him. It still felt new, still intense, but it felt good. Really good. Especially with his hand stroking my cock at the same time and his hard length pressing against my ass from behind.

“Ryder…” I breathed, my voice shaky.

“I got you,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck. “Just relax for me, baby.”

He moved his finger slowly in and out, twisting it gently while his other hand kept working my cock. Every time he pushed in a little deeper, I could feel my body opening up for him. My cock was leaking steadily over his fingers. I was so turned on I could barely think straight.

Ryder pressed his cock harder against my ass, rocking his hips so I could feel every inch of him through his pants. “You feel that?” he whispered. “That is what you do to me. I’ve been hard all fucking day thinking about you.”

I pushed back against him again, chasing the feeling of his finger inside me and his cock against my ass. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. This was dangerous. We were outside, in the open, where anyone could walk by. But right now, with Ryder’s finger moving inside me and his mouth on my ear, I did not want him to stop.

He bit down on my ear again, harder this time, and I let out a quiet moan. His finger pushed deeper, and at the same time he ground his cock firmly against my hole, like he was imagining what it would feel like to actually fuck me.

“Fuck, Callum,” he groaned against my neck. “I want to be inside you so bad right now.”

I could not answer. All I could do was hold onto the fence and push back against him, my body moving on its own. His finger was hitting something inside me that made my cock jump in his hand every time he pressed against it. I was so close again, and we had barely started.

Ryder’s voice dropped even lower, right against my ear.

“Let me fuck you tonight, baby,” he whispered. “Right here. I want to make you mine.”

My heart was beating so fast I could barely breathe. His finger was still moving inside me, his cock was pressed hard against my ass, and every part of me was screaming yes. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I could still hear Ashford’s voice from last night.

“If I catch him touching you again, I’ll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.”

I closed my eyes and tried to push the thought away. Right now, all I could focus on was Ryder’s finger inside me and his cock grinding against my ass, and how badly I wanted more.

“You feel so good around my finger, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “So fucking tight. I cannot stop thinking about how you would feel around my cock.”

I let out a shaky moan and pushed back against him. My hands gripped the fence tighter. The metal wire dug into my palms, but the slight pain only made everything sharper. Ryder’s thick cock was still pressed between my cheeks through his pants, rocking slowly, letting me feel exactly what he wanted to do to me.

“Ryder…” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Someone might hear us.”

He kissed the side of my neck, then bit down gently. “No one is coming out here. It’s just you and me right now.” His finger pushed a little deeper, curling inside me, and I gasped as it hit a spot that made my cock jump hard in his hand. “And I have been dying to do this since the moment I had you in the storeroom.”

He kept working me open, adding a second finger after a while. The stretch burned, but it was the kind of burn that made my toes curl. I could feel myself opening up for him, my body slowly relaxing around his fingers. Ryder was patient, kissing my neck and whispering soft, dirty things the entire time.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Relax for me, baby. Let your husband take care of you.”

Every time he called himself my husband, a fresh wave of heat rushed through me. It was ridiculous. It was just a silly joke we kept using. But right now, pressed against the fence with his fingers inside me, it did not feel like a joke. It felt real.

I was leaking steadily over his hand. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. Ryder kept stroking me slowly, spreading the precum down my shaft while his fingers stretched me open. I could feel how wet I was getting, how easily his fingers were moving now.

“You are doing so good,” he praised, kissing my ear. “I cannot wait to feel you around my cock.”

I whimpered and pushed back harder against his hand. The words were making me lose my mind. I had never been this turned on before. Not even in the woods with Ashford. This felt different. More intimate. More dangerous because it was Ryder.

Ryder pulled his fingers out slowly. I felt empty for a second, but then I heard the sound of him unbuttoning his pants. My heart started racing even faster. I knew what was coming. I wanted it. I was scared of it. But mostly I wanted it.

He pressed closer again. This time there was no fabric between us. His bare cock slid between my cheeks, hot and heavy and incredibly thick. He rocked his hips slowly, letting the head drag over my hole with every movement.

“Can I fuck you, my beautiful wife?” he whispered against my ear, his voice thick with need. “Can I make love to you right here?”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes… please, Ryder.”

He kissed the back of my neck and lined himself up. The fat head of his cock pressed against my hole. He pushed forward gently, just enough for the tip to start stretching me open. The pressure was intense. I gasped and gripped the fence harder.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured, one hand rubbing my lower back. “Breathe for me. I will go slow. I promise.”

He kept pushing, inch by inch, slow and careful. The stretch burned, but it was the kind of burn that made my cock throb even harder. I had never felt anything like this before. Ryder was so thick, so warm, filling me in a way I had never experienced. I moaned softly as he sank deeper, my hole stretching around him.

“Fuck, you are tight,” Ryder groaned, his voice strained. “So fucking tight around me. You feel incredible, Callum.”

He stopped when he was halfway in, letting me adjust. His hand came around to stroke my cock again, slow and soothing. “You are doing so good, baby. Taking your husband’s cock like a good wife does.”

I let out a shaky laugh that turned into a moan as he pushed a little deeper. “You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Never,” he said, kissing my neck. “My beautiful camp wife is taking my cock so well. I could stay inside you all night.”

He kept moving slowly, rocking his hips in shallow thrusts until he was finally all the way inside me. The feeling was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him, hot and thick, stretching me completely. My legs were shaking. My cock was leaking steadily onto the ground.

Ryder stayed still for a moment, buried deep inside me, his chest pressed against my back. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close.

“That’s it,” he whispered against my ear, voice full of awe and lust. “I’m all the way inside you. You feel that, baby?”I could barely breathe. Ryder was buried deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me open in a way I had never felt before. The fullness was overwhelming. It burned, but it was a deep, aching kind of burn that made my toes curl and my cock throb harder than ever. I gripped the fence tighter, my forehead pressed against the cool metal wire as I tried to adjust to the feeling of being completely filled by him.

Ryder stayed still for a long moment, letting me get used to him. His chest was pressed flush against my back, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me steady. His lips brushed the side of my neck in soft, gentle kisses while he waited.

“You are so fucking tight,” he murmured, his voice rough but tender. “I can feel you squeezing around me. Just breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

I let out a shaky breath and tried to relax. Slowly, the burning stretch started to shift into something else. Something deeper. Hotter. Every tiny movement he made sent sparks through my entire body. My cock was leaking steadily onto the ground beneath us, untouched but aching.

Ryder kissed my neck again. “You okay?” he asked softly. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s a lot,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “But don’t stop. Please.”

He smiled against my skin and started moving. Very slowly at first. Just shallow, careful rolls of his hips. Each small thrust pushed him a little deeper, then pulled back, letting me feel every inch of him sliding inside me. The wet, slick sounds of his cock moving in my ass mixed with our heavy breathing in the quiet night air.

“Fuck, Callum,” he groaned softly. “You feel incredible. So warm and tight around me. My beautiful camp wife is doing so good. Just breathe, baby..”

I let out a whimper as he hit a spot inside me that made my knees buckle. Ryder tightened his arms around my waist, holding me up while he kept thrusting slowly.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Right there. You feel that?”

I nodded frantically, unable to form words. The pleasure was building fast, spreading through my whole body. Ryder kept one hand on my cock, stroking me in time with his slow thrusts. The dual sensation was almost too much. I was moaning quietly against the fence, pushing back to meet every gentle movement of his hips.

Ryder kissed the back of my neck, then bit down lightly. “You are doing so good for me, baby. Just let go. Don’t think about it too much.”

His pace started to pick up gradually. The thrusts became longer, deeper, more confident. The sound of his hips meeting my ass grew louder in the quiet night. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me. I was no longer thinking about anything else. Not Ashford. Not the risk of being caught. Just Ryder. Just the way he was fucking me against this fence like he never wanted to stop.

“Harder,” I gasped, surprising myself. “Please, Ryder. Harder.”

He groaned and gave me what I asked for. His thrusts grew stronger, deeper, faster. The fence rattled slightly with every powerful movement. Ryder’s hand on my cock stroked me faster, twisting at the head just the way I liked. I was moaning openly now, no longer able to hold back the sounds.

“Fuck, you are perfect,” Ryder breathed against my ear. “My camp wife is taking my cock so deep. You feel so good squeezing around me.”

I could feel my orgasm building fast. The stretch, the fullness, the way his cock kept hitting that spot inside me with every thrust was pushing me right to the edge. Ryder seemed to sense it. He stroked me harder, fucking me with deep, steady strokes.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Don’t be shy..”

That was all it took. I came hard, my cock pulsing in his fist as thick ropes of cum shot out onto the ground and the fence in front of me. My hole clenched tight around his cock, and I moaned his name against the metal wire. The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave crashing through me while Ryder kept fucking me through it.

“Fuck, Callum,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I am so close.”

He buried his face in my neck and came deep inside me. I could feel every pulse, every thick spurt of his cum filling me up. The sensation was overwhelming. Warm and wet and so fucking intimate. Ryder kept moving slowly, riding out his orgasm while holding me tight against him.

When he finally stopped, we stayed like that for a long moment. His cock was still buried inside me, softening slowly. His arms were wrapped around my waist, his chest pressed to my back. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat.

“Shit,” Ryder whispered, laughing softly against my neck. “If you were really my wife, you’d be pregnant in no time.”

I let out a tired laugh, still trying to catch my breath. “Shut up, Callahan. You would have to do better than that to get me pregnant.”

Ryder grinned. “Baby, we are here for a long time. I will try my best to put a baby in you.”We both laughed quietly, the sound breathy and warm in the dark.

He kissed the side of my neck and slowly pulled out. I winced at the empty feeling, but then I felt his cum starting to drip down my thighs. He reached down and pulled my pants back up for me, then fixed his own. I turned around to face him. He pulled me close, our foreheads pressed together for a moment as we caught our breath. Then he leaned in and kissed me properly, slow and sweet, his lips lingering on mine like he did not want to stop.

We stood there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, just breathing each other in.

“Was that good?” he asked softly, his hand cupping my cheek.

I nodded. “Yeah. Better than good.”

He smiled and kissed me one last time, slow and sweet. “Come on, wifey. Let’s get back before someone really does catch us.”

We snuck back into the barracks quietly. Ryder climbed up to his bunk first, then looked down at me with that soft smile I was starting to love so much.

“Night, beautiful,” 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 was sore in the best way. I could still feel Ryder inside me, could still feel his cum slowly leaking out. The memory of him fucking me against the fence kept playing in my head. It felt incredible. Better than I ever imagined.

But even as I lay there smiling, the guilt crept back in. Ashford had warned me to stay away from Ryder. He had made it very clear what would happen if he caught us together again. I was worried how he would react if he ever found out what had just happened behind the barracks. The thought of Ashford discovering us made my stomach twist.

I had no idea how much longer I could keep pretending everything was fine. I was caught between two men who wanted me in completely different ways, and I was starting to lose control of both situations.

But deep down, a stupid part of me also wanted Ashford to find out. Not because of what he would do to Ryder. I would never want anything to happen to him. But I was curious. I wanted to know how Ashford would show me that I belonged to him. Punish him. Even after everything I had just shared with Ryder, even after feeling so wanted and safe in his arms, a dark part of me still craved Ashford’s dominance. His control. The way he made me submit without even trying.

I was an idiot. I had something beautiful and warm with Ryder, yet I could not stop thinking about the man who made me kneel in the dirt and swallow his cum like it was an order.

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Well... it only took them 15 episodes to fuck. Hope it was worth the wait, though! 😉

Episode 17 | The Men In My Barracks 🪖