Gay Erotic Stories

Of course I’d seen him the second I entered the gym floor. I’d fought the urge to pop a bone right then and there with the memories seeing him evoked. But I’d feigned indifference, though I’d seen him look my way more than once as we both worked our muscles.

When Daniels was doing squats, his magnificent ass and quads shown-off so superbly in his short-legged, sweaty military-issued PT shorts, was the toughest to keep my cock under control. Seeing that beautiful ass pointed my way, him bent over at the lowest point of the squat, reminded me of the excitement of fucking him that first, random time when I’d visited this base a couple of years before.

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Craigslist . . . so much controversy, yet so efficient. My ad was simple: “Eager, expert cocksucker/cum-swallower in hotel. You come, you cum, you go – NSA! Me: 6’4”, 195lbs, 32 yrs old, service-built, d/d-free, discreet. You: in great shape, d/d-free, discreet, full nuts and ready to be drained. Pic/stats in first email or no reply.”

The emails I got ranged from one or two words like “When” and “Still available”, even though they’d responded within minutes of my post to, “Where”, even though I’d put my location on the island, and the area was only a few square miles at best, to “Got pics?”, to some candidates. Obviously I ignored all of those that didn’t include pictures and stats. Of the ones with pics and stats, there were numerous far-from-in-shape men – and don’t get me wrong, I get it, they need a cocksucker, too, it’s just not me! – to a few who were clearly looking for more than a blowjob, which was all I was offering. That narrowed it down to about six over a half-hour period after I’d posted, and Daniels’ email, as I’d later come to know his name, was the one that made my cock jump and my mouth salivate.

“6’6” - 245lbs - 31yo - 8uncut - hairy/untrimmed - married/discretion a must - totally disease-free and never use drugs - 4-day load in my big hairy low hangers waiting for you - ready to travel NOW” and the torso-to-knee pick showed a killer cut/ripped bod and a beautiful, huge, hooded hardon that had me instantly fully hard.

Our set-up emails were exactly three after my reply to him, which was: “Fucking PERFECT. I’m at the Shore Towers, room 1217. ETA?”

From Daniels, aka dang68 on his email account: “can be there in 20 max. - give me the go and I’m on my way”

From me: “GO! See you at 1515” which was, in fact, twenty minutes from the time I hit SEND.

He did send an acknowledgement, which I counted in the above but which was, simply: “Roger that. Out.”

Ah, so likely he was a serviceman, like me, I thought . . . or an air traffic controller . . . or police . . . Well, no use speculating, as he’d be there shortly, and I needed to anonymize my room quickly and be ready to be on my knees and slurping that beautiful fuckrod of his.

In two minutes I had the bedclothes neat, like the good marine I was, despite the maid service which would take care of that for me . . . at some point, not having been there yet. I also had my pack, which had my last name patched on it, stowed in the closet along with my briefcase, which had an ID tag on it, and the closet closed, the bathroom checked to ensure, unnecessarily, that towels were hung and neat. I was in short-legged, generic grey boxers, my lounging gear of choice, and nothing else. Other than my laptop, closed on the desktop, I could have just checked in . . . or just be poaching an open room!

At 1503 my room phone rang. I was dreading the call, in case it was the base and I was being summoned, but I answered it like a good marine. “Cate,” I said, simply.

“Uh, I’m here early, if you’re ready for me,” a deep but slightly unsure voice said. Well, shit – there went my anonymity, victim of my officious response to a ringing phone. I really should work on my covert skills when I was cocksucking!

“Early is good. Come on up,” I said eagerly.

“I’m actually by the elevators in the hall, so be there in a minute,” he said and hung up.

I went to the door and opened it, and my first view of him was more magnificent than his appealing photo. Tall, as stated, and very well-built under a tight army-green t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts, muscular, furry arms and legs rippling as he walked, back straight, down the hall toward my door. And the big bulge in the crotch of his shorts was certainly appealing.

He came in and offered me his big, strong hand, and we shook. “Er, good to meet you,” he said a little uneasily, but he never broke eye contact. Beautiful hazel eyes, bright and eager, I thought.

“Bill,” I said simply and motioned him to go on inside the room.

“Dan,” he said as he passed. Then, suddenly, “Wow! Amazing view!”

I was looking at his wide, v-shaped back, narrow waist, and buttglobes that looked like two bowling balls in his shorts. “Yes it is,” I said, meaning something completely different than he meant and licking my lips.

Dan apparently got the message and turned around, a smirk on his face. “I was talking about the view up and down the beach and the ocean out the windows there,” he told me. “But thanks,” he added, his smirk having gone to a bashful grin. “And same here, man. You’re awesome.” With the last he absently adjusted his crotch, and I could see his cock was getting ready for me.

I made sure my torso was taut in his view and walked toward him. “Feel free to admire the view outside while I enjoy the view inside . . . and take care of this,” I said, having got to right in front of him and reached out and taken a handful of a very pleasing package.

“FUCK!” he hissed as my big hand had hold of his growing cock and big balls.

“Well, no,” I grinned. “SUCK,” I think you meant!

Dan laughed nervously but stood still as if paralyzed by my grip on him. I began to rub him through his shorts, enjoying the feel of his obviously big cock growing and responding to the promise of what was to come. “Fu—er, DAMN that feels good!” he said with a long exhale, his eyes closed now, still standing stock-still, his big arms at his sides.

I reached down with my other hand and began to unbuckle his belt, then opened the button on his shorts, careful to make firm contact with his hard groin with the back of my hand, my long fingers just brushing his thick fuckmeat inside through his underwear. I felt him tremble at the touch. “Let’s get you comfortable,” I said in a soft growl.

I didn’t take my hand out of his pants or off his package, but I guided him to the bench at the foot of the bed. We moved clumsily together, him backward and sideways, like we were doing some weird dance he didn’t know, and I was leading by his cock instead of by his arm and back. I gently pushed back, his calves against the bench. “Sit. You can see the view from here,” I told him.

Dan opened his eyes, looking straight into mine. “Both are great views,” he said, his eyes running down my bare chest and abs. And then he put his hands on mine, one on the one cupping his balls and the root of his cock, the other on mine over his zipper, and he moved my hand down, lowering his zipper. “Mind if I just take care of these?” he asked, still holding my gaze.

“Get as comfortable as you like, Dan. This is for both of us,” I told him, and as I took a step back, I let go of his family jewels and took my other hand up from his drooping shorts’ waist, trailing the back of my hand up the furred mounds of a perfect eight-pack and over one nipple, that elicited a gasp from him. “Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!”

I grinned at him and said, “Go ahead, get comfortable.” I motioned to the bed and to the bench. “Wherever you’re comfortable.”

Dan pushed down his shorts and boxer briefs, his big, barrel-thick, hooded cock bouncing out like a switchblade that had been opened. FUCK it was beautiful, and it was all I could do not to pounce on it as he toed his sneakers off and then bent over to pull his socks off. Then he pulled his shirt up over his head, muscled torso rippling as he moved, and my own cock was rock-hard, straining my boxers, a movement away from popping out the leg.

“You’re a hot man, Dan,” I appraised him.

Dan’s eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face, his cock bobbing proud between us. “Thanks, man. I don’t hear that much.”

“That’s a damn shame. How do you want me?” I asked, restraining my urge to jump him, knock him down on my bed and dive onto his cock throat-first. “Get yourself ready for an awesome blowjob!” I told him.

Dan looked around a little self-consciously. “Mind if I lay back and relax?” he asked.

“Get on up there,” I encouraged, motioning to the bed.

He scrambled up on the bed, treating me to a clear view of that amazing furry bubble butt of his as he did, and a glimpse of the most inviting hole I’d seen in a long time. I didn’t have to move, or I twitched with desire and didn’t notice it, and my cock was also out and proud, swinging out the leg of my short boxer shorts.

Dan quickly grabbed a couple of pillows and made a mound, his assglobes undulating as he moved, his huge, hairy nutsack hanging LOW and bouncing. I was conscious of my cock being out, trying to decide if I should try to contain it again, not knowing if this married stud was one of those guys who’d freak at seeing another guy’s cock out. But I was too transfixed by the sight of his back muscles, leg muscles and butt muscles as he moved to move myself. Then he flipped over, his big cock swinging ceiling-ward in a big arc and swaying there straight up as he laid back, his legs splayed.

“FUCK!” I heard leave my lips.

Dan grinned. “SUCK, remember?” he said playfully, and his eyes took in my own big cock.

“Oh I fucking remember,” I growled, crawling the bed toward him and planting my face on his flat, corded groin, rubbing my face over it, his cock rubbing against my neck.

“OH FUCK YEAH!” he cried out, obviously appreciating the commencement of the festivities.

And then I tucked my chin and let his huge, veiny cock spring up next to my face, and I put out my tongue, licking the side of that monster from his pubes to the tip of his foreskin, bunched over his huge, flanged head. “OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I heard again, as my tongue flicked the pissslit and very tip of him I could get to where his foreskin ended.

But then I had engulfed him in my mouth, and his body went rigid, another exclamation, longer than the first, as I took that big fuckstump to the root, my throat caressing the tip and an inch or two of him. His big hands clamped on my head, not pushing me down – there was nowhere to go with my nose buried in his vaguely musky pubes – just his body’s need to react. “AH FUCK, MAN!” he cried at the end of his long cry of joy before it.

So I began working that long, hard prick of his, using my tongue between his slick head and foreskin, savoring the slightly more prominent male essence of him there in his most private place. As I swirled my tongue around his head, I felt his cock throb and twitch in response, and I heard his appreciative gasps and cries. I went down to the root again, this time using my lips to pull his foreskin back, so his head was in contact fully with my throat as I jammed it through and swallowed him, humming.

“OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” he shouted.

I fucking LOVED his enjoyment, and I LOVED his huge cock, every inch of it, every square inch of surface of it, my tongue, lips, mouth and throat savoring it any and every way I could. I tentatively reached up between his legs and took hold of his balls gently and was rewarded with a breathy, “OH FUCK YES!” I began rolling his big, slightly-sweaty nuts in my hand, gently testing his sensations, pulling just a big, twisting. “OH FUCK MAN THAT’S FUCKING ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!” he cried, his hands now running over my head and on my neck, rubbing me, appreciating me, one trailing over to my strong shoulder, feeling my muscles as I worked his balls and cock.

I pulled off his massive member with a loud slurp, leaving plenty of saliva and replaced with my hand, beginning to pump that big fucklog in my fist as my mouth found his balls, my tongue all over the surface of them, still in my grip, like an ice cream cone. “AWWWWWWWWWWFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” he cried out, and his head flew back and from side to side, enjoying the feel of me licking his nuts.

Those cumtanks were big – maybe as big as mine, and few were that I’d seen, fewer that I’ve licked and sucked. I had one in my mouth, thoroughly laving it and sucking it, first gently, then, as his cries of appreciation and the throbs in his cock in my fist signaled his enjoyment, harder. Then I went to the other, sad that they were too big to get both in my mouth at the same time, giving the other the same treatment.

Dan was bucking and writhing on the bed, and I felt his cock thickening even more in my hand, feeling like steel, knowing he was getting closer. I slowed my strokes to more of a hold, but I moved under his big, saliva-slicked nuts and let my tongue tickle the furred area behind them. “HOLY FUCK!” he shouted, his hands clamping on my shoulders right at the base of my neck.

With straight men, you never knew what their limit of comfort was with man-on-man play. Some were caught up enough in the pleasure and uninhibited enough to enjoy it, while some were afraid of anything “too gay” or to intimate or any one of a number of other bizarre, but prevalent, limits that a guy who enjoyed straight men had to be mindful of.

I didn’t know if the grip on my shoulders was to hold me back, to keep me from crossing a line or not. And only one way to find out. I pushed my tongue back to his beckoning pucker, savoring the faintly musky, sweaty taste of him. When the tip of my tongue touched it his entire body tensed as he let out a long, deep growling, “FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” and his hands clamped hard into my traps. I flicked again, and his hands began kneading my traps, hard but rhythmically, and he moved his ass slightly toward me, bringing his knees up higher.

YES! I went to work on that hole, feeling his cock twitch and his precum flowing faster, running down over his shaft into and onto my hand, as my tongue flicked and licked his tasty hole. I felt his big, sweaty nuts bouncing, also twitching and reacting, on my forehead, and I went in farther and started pressing in with my tongue, inside his tight rim.

Now this, again, was always risky with a straight man. There was the masculinity thing and those “limits”, but there was also hygiene, some straight men unskilled in the need to keep every part of them clean. Fortunately neither was an issue with Dan, whose appreciative “FUCK YES! Fucking HOT, Bill!” cries were signal that I was all systems GO, even if he hadn’t removed his hands from my shoulders to grab his knees and pull them back farther to allow me better access.

He was squirming, and although he was tastily sweaty, his hole was faintly soapy and very clean. I could feast on that for hours! I tongue-fucked that hole and got my tongue in deeper and swirled it around in him, his cries constant and continuing for the duration. He was pushing down onto my tongue, working his ass against my tongue-work, gyrating and pushing and, generally, enjoying the hell out of it.

“FUCK, man, if you keep that up . . . “ he started, and I felt his hand above my head and his nuts beginning to stroke his meat.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” I ordered, and his body started and then was still. “That’s MINE!” I claimed, and to prove it I knocked his hand away and sucked his cock in again, reclaiming my grip on his balls.

“OH FUCK!” he yelled and laid back, allowing me to exercise my claim.

The more I worked his nuts in my grip, the more he moaned louder, and each time I pushed his enormous, engorged cockhead into my throat he growled long and deep. I managed to get my middle finger to his hole, and he eagerly pushed against it, taking it inside him with a long “OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

It wasn’t much longer, after a few brushes and taps to his prostate and continued aggressive laving and sucking on his fuckroot that he started writhing and shouting, and that big fucklog was every bit as steely hard and thicker again, and I felt his body buck HARD and then go tense as I felt a flooding burst of his cum go down my gullet. “AWWWWWWWWWWGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJJJJJJJJJJJJJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” he shouted in one long, continuous burst of sound as his body was bucking again, and his spurts continued, now filling my mouth as I’d had to pull off him in my throat to swallow and was struggling to swallow what felt like a gallon of his cum. It just kept CUMMING!

I knocked his prostate once more, and he screamed, “STOPPPPPPPPP! OH JESUS! FUCK I can’t take any more!” and flailed at my hand with his under his ass trying to pull me off. As he said that, a last big blast spurted into my mouth.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” I gulped. “You sure about that?” I asked greedily, having given up his cock, enjoying the flaccid flop of his body back against the bed but his cock was still rock hard and skyward.

“GIVE ME YOUR COCK!” he huffed, panting.

WHATTHEFUCK?! “WHAT?” I said, shortening my mind’s wonder.

“DUDE, you gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and I saw you were into it before you even started with your big cock waiving. I at least owe you a hand job!” he said.

I was incredulous . . . but I wasn’t an idiot and knew I needed relief and he was offering it. “Where? How?” I asked, getting myself moved out from between his legs now slack over my shoulders.

“Lay down next to me or stand by my left hand – either way you want it. DUDE, I fucking OWE YOU this.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” I said, honestly, as I was already getting to my feet and walking to his left side. “You fucking gave me a GREAT time, exactly what I wanted!” I told him, again with honesty. But the idea of him laying there, jacking my cock and my cumload splattering his amazing torso and handsome face if I could manage it, was just too fucking much to resist.

As soon as I was next to him he had his hand on my rock-hard, precum-slick cock. It was tentative, his grip, but it was full of determination as well. “I’ve never—“

I cut off the obligatory disclaimer. “FUCK that feels awesome. A big, manly hand on my cock that isn’t mine. FUCK YEAH!” I encouraged.

And with that encouragement he ran his big thumb through a huge glob of precum resting about to fall from my head and then started stroking me rhythmically from base to tip, using my ample skin as a sleeve to take a firm grip and slide the length of me and back again. “Ahhhhhhhh,” I moaned, low and guttural, enjoying the feel of a hot man gripping me and pleasuring me and enjoying the sight of his muscular, hairy body stretched out on my bed.

Our eyes locked, and it was intense. He stroked me definitely, determinedly, but not too quickly for both of us to enjoy the feel of our connection as the intensity of it passed from his eyes to mine and back. He had this beautiful, movie star handsome, face, and the beginnings of a smirk, which stirred more than just my nuts and cock.

Dan rolled over toward me and brought his warm right hand up and cupped my big, swinging balls. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned. I clamped my hand over his as encouragement, squeezing to make sure he knew I wanted him gripping me, not tickling me.

I felt Dan’s grip tighten, and he expertly rolled my nuts and squeezed them and pulled them and twisted them just perfectly. I went into some alternate space, the pleasure wafting through my entire body, all of me electrified from my balls to my toes to my fingers to my scalp, and everything in between was abuzz.

“Yeah, stud,” Dan growled, through gritted teeth, still locked in gaze with me, his chin up, almost challengingly, as his stroke was tighter and faster, and his grip more forcefully possessive, as if he was going to squeeze my nutload out.

“FUCK you’re a fucking STUD!” I growled back at him, my eyes having taken a full trip down and across his magnificent body, his torso twisted so muscles were rippling and pumped, his abs taut, and down across his fully hard-again horsecock and down his muscular legs to his big feet.

“Yeah, stud, enjoy me!” he huffed, working hard with the strokes and ballwork. “Give me your nut, stud!” he commanded with absolute intent.

And just like that I felt the explosion rip through me. Not the slow-building, fiery blast that builds and overheats to ignition, but the nuclear-strength blast that causes every part of your body to explode in euphoria and begin to blast with every muscle in your body pushing out your cumload. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” was all I could grunt out as my body started to buck, and my left arm flailed to get purchase on the headboard to remain standing.

My first blast felt like a quart in one huge, hard, forceful spurt, and the thick rope of my cumshot blasted fully across the bed and splat against the wall, leaving a trail across Dan and the bed next to him. “Oh FUCK yeah!” he shouted and stroked me harder as I blasted six or eight more forceful bursts, drenching him as he pivoted my cock in his hand to fully douse himself with me to the extent he could.

With each blast he’d increase the grip on my balls, and I swear each blast was harder than the last, until about the ninth my body wracked so hard that I lost my footing and stumbled forward onto the bed, struggling to catch myself.

Dan had other ideas, though, and let go of my still outputting horsecock and grabbed me around my butt and pulled me down across him. The combination of the force of with which my body bucked, my loss of footing and his pull, I ended up toppling down on him. “SHIT!” I cried, plopping across him at about a forty-five degree angle.

He was awkwardly hugging me and rubbing across my heaving back, his other hand still firmly on my balls. “FUCK!” he said next to me, which I heard despite my head being buried in the mattress between two pillows. I tried to get up, but he pulled me in a way that was clear he wanted me on top of him.

I wasn’t sure what was coming – so to speak – but I did get myself turned until we were parallel, and I was almost on him, sort of suspended above him, our cocks touching and legs and my balls hanging into his, but our chests apart, me looking down on him. Dan pulled me with his hug – now two-armed – and I collapsed onto him, feeling my cumropes squish between us in our chest and ab fur.

Dan was hard as a rock between us, and he was gently fucking my abs as he hugged me tight. “Fucking HOT, man. SO MUCH BETTER than what I expected!” he said softly into my ear, all the while pumping into me.

Soon I was grinding against him, both of us humping hard into each other. And my cock was already getting hard again between us. “OH YEAH!” he cried and grabbed my ass with both hands and ground up against me harder and faster.

I did my part fucking into his cum-slimy, slick groin and abs, both our cocks pinned between each other and sliding against each other and into each other’s midsections. We were huffing hard from the exertion, and I could smell our sex and sweat, a heady combination that had my head spinning . . . again.

It wasn’t long before I felt him even harder and thicker between us. “AWWWWWW FUCK! I’m gonna blow again!” he snarled, humping up into me harder, me returning it, my own excitement supercharged by his.

I felt his body tremble as he tensed then went to bucking wildly under me as I felt his cum shooting up between us. “OH FUCK THAT’S HOT, DAN!” I cried, and then my body ignited just as quickly as before, and I yelled, “FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” and began emptying what was left in my nuts.

“Fuck YES!” he growled, again grinding into my pumping cock.

I found myself draped over him like a wet noodle. As I stirred, Dan said, “God, THANK YOU!”

“’Bill’; I only use ‘God’ during official proceedings!” I joked, and he shoved my shoulder playfully . . . and then caressed it with his big, warm hand.

“This is awesome. WAS awesome,” he quickly added, and I took that as my cue to jump off him.

“FUCKING AWESOME indeed,” I grinned down at him, extending my arm for him to grip and get himself up too. “Shower before you go?” I said. The look on his face said I’d guessed wrong, and that ‘WAS awesome’ hadn’t been a dismissal, but it was too late then.

Dan gripped my wrist with his big hand, and I clamped on his and pulled him up to standing, enjoying the sight of his every muscle in my view, particularly the ones that were cum-dappled, his fur wet and sticky, and I knew mine was, too.

“Yeah, I either have to go by the gym and shower or shower here,” he said, a veiled reference to his wife at home, I was pretty sure.

I followed him into the bathroom and got the shower started, him standing uncomfortably, I supposed waiting to see who was going first. I had a solution. “How about we save some water and shower together?” I asked, to his brightened face, a broad grin.

We did, enjoying soaping each other all over, and I do mean ALL over. I stroked him as I finger-fucked him again in the shower, and his load came fast and furious, splattering the shower stall wall despite it being his third. We stood chest to chest afterward as I stroked my own, his face eventually buried in the base of my neck nuzzling me, and when I was close he took it from me and stroked out my own third orgasm, all over his chest and gut and dripping down his cock and legs. “This could become a habit,” he smirked, giving my cock an appreciative squeeze.

“ADICKtive,” I said, accenting the obvious, getting a laugh from his handsome face and giving me another view of rippling muscles.

After we’d dried off, and he was dressing – I was already easily into my boxers, all I’d been wearing when he got there – he looked uneasily at me. “I, uh,” he started and then stopped.

“Dan, it’s cool. It was amazing and hot, and I thank you. Nothing else expected,” I told him, thinking it was that awkward time when we were done, and the straight guy doesn’t know how to disengage without any expectations . . . and with his straightness intact.

His face, however, clouded. “Yeah, thanks, Bill,” he said moodily and sat down to get his sox and shoes on. I stood there lamely, used to the many moods of straight men who’d enjoyed a brief sojourn in gay-land, however brief the brush.

Dan seemed to be tying his sneakers furiously, and I was ready for him to bolt with a quick brohug, maybe. He was on his feet purposefully, felt his pocket and keys jangled, felt his back pocket and found his wallet and then stood very straight and faced me. Yeah I was certain he was military.

“Dan, are—“

“Ya see—“

We both started at once and then we both told the other to go ahead. After a few increasingly annoyed rounds of “No, you go!” I just shut up and waited.

“What I was going to say was,” he said, almost exasperated, his fists now clenched, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I need to grab something to eat.” I waited, forcing him to go on, which obviously annoyed him, despite my slight grin starting that I let him see. “Well, if you’re hungry . . . “ was all he was willing to go.

I laughed, and his look darkened, looking down at the floor. “HEY!” I cautioned. He looked up. “I’d love to grab a bite with you.” His face brightened, though he was still not on firm footing, having just asked an obviously gay guy with whom he’d done obviously gay things to go eat with him. “You probably know great places here, and hopefully not ridiculously expensive like the restaurants in the hotel.”

“Definitely,” he said, relaxing a bit again.

“And, just for the record, I’m not asking, but I’m Bill Cate, Major, US Marine Corps,” I said, with my hand outstretched.

Dan’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit, SIR!” he said. And then, as if finding himself, he took my hand and tentatively shook it. “Daniels, SIR!” he said stiffly, and before I could tell him to stand down, he continued. “Gunnery Sergeant Geoffrey Daniels, SIR!” he said, breaking the handshake and going into a salute.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Dan, stand down, bud,” I said gently. “We’re just two guys here, having had a little guy fun.”

“Sir, yes, SIR!” he barked reflexively, then he caught himself. “Sorry, sir—er, sorry,” he said, still flustered.

“Still interested in grabbing something to eat? I’ve worked up a major appetite slaking my appetite for a hot man here,” I said, with a wink.

That got me a grin. “Yes, SIR!” he said, mocking me a little.

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All that went through my mind as I cranked on the treadmill, having gone to a sprint at some point after he approached. I looked down at the readout and was glad to find that it really had been just an instant as that memory of Daniels from several years before. Apparently it was long enough for my cock to enjoy the memory; my shorts were feeling tighter.

I slowed my run back to a jog, enjoying his grin up at me, taking a deep breath and hoping some of the sweat I inhaled in the air was his. “I actually am back. PCS’d here now,” I told him.

“Glad to have you back, sir,” he grinned up at me. “Maybe if you have an appetite . . . “ he offered obliquely, with a grin.

“Marine, I’ve got a HUGE APPETITE,” I told him, accentuating the double entendre, “As you well know. Give me about thirty-five and meet you outside?”

“Sir, yes, SIR!” he said formally, but with a broad grin, and a wink.

Yeah, this duty was going to be cushy!