Scott’s body has been pushed to its limit since he joined the army- and not just by the training. Now a fellow recruit, Keats, won’t leave him alone. One night in the lonely rec room, Keats orders Scott to submit to his complete control. Will the young recruit be able to take whatever Keats gives him?
This 3,200 word story contains graphic gay sex including: anal play, oral sex, fisting and unconventional uses for a cue stick.
The sound of something squishy filled Scott's ears. It was probably petroleum jelly again. Finding real lube was difficult at a secluded army base.
Slowly, Keats’ slick finger circled the puckered skin sending shockwaves of lust through the smaller recruit's veins. He willed his body to relax around the probing digit. Taking deep breaths of the still air his body eased, and Keats’ finger slid inside.
"You’re a lot looser than you were the other night," Keats said as he shoved another digit into Scott’s asshole.
Scott bit his lip to keep from moaning. Was he so easy that just this amount of attention got him off?
Keats popped his fingers out for a moment and then slipped them back inside, coated once again in the thick jelly. As the tip of his index finger tickled Scott's prostate the smaller man groaned and wiggled his body for more.
"You want to get fucked so badly," Keats said, and his lips hovered over Scott's skin in a phantom kiss.
"Yes," Scott breathed and dug his fingers into the pool table, crushing his erection against the side. The aching pain of the fulfillment tingled over his entire being.
Suddenly, Keats removed both fingers, the sound of his shoes squeaking on the wooden floor. "I think I can fuck you with something you'll like."
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