GAY STORY
Boot Camp Runners Part two.
Sorry about the wait, i wanted to see if this was going to be a hit, and apparently it is. so here it is. enjoy
"Oh, Geezuss!" I gasped.
"What's the matter?"
"What if he set us up?"
Not Travis started to turn pale as he glanced at the door as if he expected it to be broken down at any second. We both hesitated. We were already naked with hardons, which would be pretty hard to explain.
"We didn't even get two beds," he said
"Maybe we ought to wait a little bit, see if anybody shows up," I said.
"And if they do? What's our explanation?"
"Well, we sure as hell can't explain this," he said, motioning to our hard cocks. "But your shorts back on, and your T-shirt."
We scrambled into our shorts and T-shirts then Travis was dragging a blanket and pillow off the bed.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
"Making it look like one of us is sleeping on the floor," he said.
Even with the drapes carefully closed and the window locked and the door double bolted, we sat apart; me on the bed and Travis in a chair, watching television.
"This is fuckin' crazy," Travis said after about a half hour. He stood up and picked up the chair.
"What're you going to do?" I asked.
He set the chair squarely in front of the door with the back forced under the doorknob. Then he grabbed the other chair and put it against the first. Then he pulled the small table over and stacked it on top of the chairs. For good measure, he wedged the luggage stand into the pile.
"Is that going to do any good, if the MPs come knocking on the door?" I asked.
"They can't bust it down," he said. "It buys us some time."
"Yeah, but how do we explain that we had the door barricaded?"
"Tell `em we got in an argument with a bunch of guys and they said they would get us."
"That's pretty lame," I said.
He looked at me for a moment, then came toward me. "I don't give a dam how lame it sounds, it's the best I can come up with. And I'll be damned if I'm going to spend our last few hours together, staring across the room at each other." With that, he peeled off his T-shirt and shoved his shorts down and stepped out of them. I did the same and we moved against each other. His warm, smooth muscles felt good against my own, and his big cock stuck up at a sharp angle, throbbing against mine between our bellies.
"I don't want to sound selfish, but I want you to fuck me first," he said.
"Only if you fuck me second," I said.
Sgt. Williams didn't set us up. We spent over four hours fucking ass and sucking cock and ass and generally enjoying each other's bodies. It was, and still is, the most incredible sex I ever had.
The next morning were forced to go our separate ways. Being marched off in different directions, we couldn't look back, but I felt his presence reaching out to me and hoped he could feel mine. I realized that I had come to love the guy. I wasn't IN love with him, but I loved him, like a soldier loves another soldier. Okay, maybe it was more than that, but I couldn't ever tell him that. I didn't even admit it to myself.
We kept in touch. Wrote now and then and called even less. We got together once after that. I got some leave time and he got some leave time and we meet half way in between. He drove; I took the bus. He picked me up at the bus station and drove to a classy resort motel on a lake where he'd already gotten a room. A suite, actually. We were both in uniform and we checked in as brothers.
"It's not the Westwinds, but it'll have to do," Travis said as he opened the door to the spacious suite.
I laughed. "You remembered the name of that motel, too?"
"How could I forget it?" He walked over and opened the drapes at a window looking out over the lake. "We don't have to bar the doors and windows this time," he said.
"You know, thinking back on it, I think that was part of the excitement," I said.
"Maybe. But I want to enjoy it a little more relaxed this time."
And we did. I think we did more than have sex. I think we made love. I thought it strongly enough that I found the courage to tell Travis what I had thought that night in the Westwinds, and since.
We were lying in the aftermath of the fourth time; the second time I'd fucked Travis and there was come all over him. Mine was inside his ass.
"I'm going to say something you might not like," I said.
"Why wouldn't I like it?"
"Well, I don't know how you're going to handle it. But I'm going to say it anyway."
"Okay."
"I love you, Travis," I said, my voice strong but husky.
"Hey, I love you, too, man," he said, without a second's hesitation.
I gave him a surprised look.
"I was going to tell you that back at the Westwinds, but I was afraid of how you would take it," he said.
"Wow!"
"It don't mean we're in love with each other. I just means there's a stronger bond than you would have with another guy," Travis went on.
"What if I said I want to kiss you?" I said.
"I gather not like a brother," he said.
"Why don't you let me show you and let you decide," I said.
"Okay."
As I raised up and leaned over him I was swept with a lustful emotion at the sight of his come streaked and pooled all across his belly and pecs and his neck. It was thick, still clinging like glue.
"You really shot off a load," I remarked.
"That's your fault," he said. "That big ram-rod of yours forced it out of me."
"Can I have it?" I asked.
He gave me a questioning look, as if he didn't understand. I leaned down and dipped the tip of my tongue into the pool of warm come in his navel.
"Oh, Man," he said softly.
I glanced up at him as I dragged my tongue in the deep ridges of his abs, scooping more of his thick come.
"Ohh, Mannnn," he gasped again.
I was scooping it up in my mouth like syrup. There was a lot of it. By the time I had cleaned off his pecs I had a mouthful. I was heading for his neck and working up the courage to do what I wanted to do. I kissed his neck and sucked the glob of come into my mouth. My face was over his, about six inches apart. Our eyes met and I tried to convey what I was thinking; I couldn't speak, not without swallowing the come, and I didn't want to do that. I was hesitant, scared to move. I couldn't tell by his eyes if he got my message till he spoke.
"Yeah...okay...I'll try it," he whispered in a husky tone, then he parted and wet his lips.
I leaned down and touched my lips gently to his. His were parted in a welcoming gesture, and he flicked his tongue over mine. When I let my lips go slack, his come ran into his mouth. He moaned and whinnied with excitement and shoved his tongue up into my mouth to lap his own warm nectar off of my tongue. I let him have all but the taste, which lingered deliciously. It was awful but yet wonderful in taste. Wonderful, I think, because it was Travis's come.
We kissed...I think Travis kissed me first, then suddenly he rolled us over so his face was over mine and he gave me his come back. We rolled over and over and sucked his come back and forth till we had swallowed it and only the taste remained in our spit, then we exchanged that.
I was gasping from excitement and our cocks were so hard again they felt like steel. Mine ached; I was sure Travis's hurt, too. We broke apart and sucked in fresh air. We lay for a long time, side by side, facing each other, with my head on his muscular arm.
"Travis, have you ever done this with anybody else?" I asked.
"No. No, I don't think it could ever reach this level with
anybody else," he replied.
"I'm fighting it, you know," I said.
"Fighting what?" he asked.
"Being IN love with you."
"Why fight it?" he said. "What's it going to hurt if we're IN love for these few days? When we walk out the door and go our separate ways again, it's going to be like it was before; two soldiers loving each other like soldiers do."
"I don't know if I can reign it in like that," I said.
"You have to," he said. "What's it going to do for you, to carry those feelings and emotions with you?"
"I wish I could be as strong as you are," I said. I smacked his hard abs then rubbed my hand over the deep ridges of muscle, still sticky from his come. "Physically as well as emotionally," I added.
"You are. I've tried to see if I could force you off when you're pounding that big cock in my ass, and I can't. You've got incredible power in your thighs and your butt and your abs when you're fucking me."
"Hey, I didn't mean to be raping you," I joked.
"Go ahead, rape me," he said with a grin. "Just like I'm gonna do you."
"Are you serious? You want it again already."
"Yeah, but I want you to use a condom a couple of times," he said.
I scowled, confused.
"I want to save some of that stuff and take it with me," he said.
I scowled even more. "You're gonna take a condom full of my come with you?"
"Yeah."
"It's gonna get pretty raunchy, don't you think?"
"It'll be gone before it gets raunchy," he said.
"Gone? What're you going to do with it?" I asked.
"Eat it, on the drive back."
"You are getting weird, Travis."
"Then I'm going to wash and dry the condom and keep it," he went on.
I dug out one of his extra-large condoms. "How full do you want it?" I asked as I rolled it down the shaft of my cock.
"Full. Then use another one," he said. "I'm gonna be awfully hungry on the way back."
He lifted his legs up in the air then laid them on my shoulders. I shoved my cock slowly into his ass and began pumping it to fill the condom for him.
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