The army barracks. August heatwave. Regiment empty. Just me and Jérôme in our room. I’m Cyril, 29, 6 feet, 172 lbs, fit brunette. Five years ago. Service military turns guys feral. No pussy for months. Dudes jerk into pillows at night. Cum clogs shower drains. We talk tits and ass nonstop.
Jérôme’s my roommate. Shy, ripped, smooth. Huge cock swings free post-shower. 12-13 inches soft. We chat deep stuff. Weekends alone together build tension. Sunday morning. Sweltering. He heads to shower naked, towel in hand. “Gonna cool off. Showers empty.”
The Awakening
I sleep nude under a sheet. Pop in Discman headphones. Eyes shut. Mind on ex Laëticia. Her smile. Tits. Ass in doggy. Cock throbs hard. Slow stroke. No rush. Empty barracks. Luxurious wank.
Drape slides off. Eyes snap open. Jérôme grins. Yank headphones. Hand grips my dick. “Morning wood, Cyril?” Heart races. Forbidden thrill. “Your ass and that monster wake me horny.” We laugh. “Keep going. Seen you before. Not so sneaky.”
“You watch?” “Beds close. Hear everything. Brother taught me sounds.” His jerk routine: mornings, under covers, cum in undies. Laughs erupt. He’s no saint. Suspected gay? Nah. My cock salutes. “Excited?” “Nah, straight.” Banter heats. Mutual jack-off? Why not.
He drops towel. Half-hard beast. “Join me?” Beds push together. Arms brush. Legs tangle. Door locked. Hands swap cocks. Mine 7.5 inches thick. His 10-inch horse. Stories flow. Deflowering tales. Virgin ass fantasies.
The Act
Tension peaks. Lean in. Lick his tip. Salty pre-cum. Instinct rules. Tongue base to head. Balls tighten. Suck deep. Gags hit. Adjust. Nose in pubes. Saliva slicks. He moans. “Fuck… never…” Pillow muffles roar. Jets fill mouth. Swallow first. Rest licks clean. My wad soaks sheets humping fabric.
He rises. Tastes himself on my lips. “No chick took it all.” French kiss, cum-flavored. His turn. Gulps me whole. Frenzied suction. Hands clamp head. Explode down throat. He shares flavor. Condoms? Lube? Spit and cum work.
Fingers probe ass. Slick with our loads. Slow push. Pain burns. Relax. Prostate sparks. He spoons. Inch by inch. Fills me. Pumps hard. Hand milks cock. Cum blasts my balls. Switch. His turn. Legs on shoulders. Fingers stretch. Condom on. Plunge. He grimaces. Then begs more. Sweat pours. Balls slap. Dual explosions. Cum paints chests, cheeks. Collapse. Entwined.
“How many months left?”