Army Secrets

-2-

Two weeks went by. Two weeks of heavy duty, severe drilling, and watching the results slowly emerge. Finally, he'd broken his rookies, creating proper soldiers fit for a battle. They were at leave the next weekend, and he knew they would be exhausted. They would meet in a pub and complain about the harsh treatments, feel sorry about themselves, and maybe decide to quit. This weekend would be crucial for the rest of the training. Douglas watched them leave, with mixed feelings. He wouldn't leave the base himself. Frankly, he didn't have the energy.

Walking slowly to his barrack, Douglas enjoyed the silence of the military base. He would have a long, warm shower, make a cup of tea, perhaps read a bit, and have an early night. When he opened the door of his cold, small house, his eye fell on an envelop. He instantly knew who had pushed it under the door. Snatching it from the mat, he rudely ripped it open.

'I have wine'

Wine? On a military base? It was weekend, of course, but still. Douglas lit a lighter, and burned the piece of paper above the sink. He hadn't tasted wine in months. Somehow the idea of having a good glass of wine made his mouth water. Ignoring his sudden desire, he took that long shower he had craved for all day, and dressed to have a quiet evening in. A soft, modest knock on the door changed every plan he made.
He went to open it. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't care anymore. “Greg... I told you–”

“Wine, Doug,” smiled Gregory, pushing him inside and quickly following. “Two bottles, and good stuff too. I also brought sinful food.”

The narrow hall suddenly scented of hamburgers and fries. Douglas' stomach rumbled softly as he locked up carefully. “Hang on. I want to close the curtains.” He quickly went to close all the blinds and curtains, locking them away from the outside world. If he was going to break laws, he was going to do it in all secrecy.
“We shouldn't do this, captain.” Leading Greg into his lounge, Douglas tried to save what was left of his dignity.

“It's weekend,” shrugged Greg. “We're off duty, officially. We can have junk food and alcohol as much as we want.”

“We're still in uniform, and on military ground. You shouldn't be here.”

“Does the uniform bother you?” Greg laughed, looking down on his gear. “I'd be more than happy to pull it off for you, Doug.”

“That would still leave us breaking the law, and you know it.” It took some willpower not to imagine the blonde naked. “Dammit, Greg, I've been denying my needs for decades, ever since I joined this goddamn army. You are going to ruin everything.”

“I guess I am.” Greg shrugged again, and the cork popped. “Mm... We're going to enjoy this.” He flopped down on the hard sofa, filling the glasses. “Sit down, Doug. Drink with me. No one can see us, or hear us. Not if we keep our voices down.”

“You simply don't care, do you?” Doug muttered, trying to keep his distance on the narrow couch, but he accepted the offered glass.

“Oh, I do care. I wouldn't be in the army if I didn't. There are just a few laws and rules I don't like, so I break them occasionally. Cheers, handsome... Let it warm you from the inside.” He leaned a bit closer, looking into his eyes. “I'll warm you from the outside, if you want me to, Doug...”

“Fuck you,” growled Doug in his glass, sipping.

“Yes... Oh yes, please do,” smiled Greg, winking at him. “Let's eat this first, and enjoy our wine. It will relax you.”

It did. Even if Douglas didn't want it to, the food and alcohol relaxed him completely. He didn't care about breaking serious laws anymore. By the time they were halfway the second bottle, Greg had shifted close against him, and he was holding him tight with one arm. Their clothes were half unbuttoned. Douglas could see Greg's smooth chest and hard stomach. Greg's fingers were idly stroking through his dark body hair, sending delighted shivers down his spine. “I want to kiss you,” he breathed. Immediately, the blond officer offered his lips. They tasted like wine, desire, and lust.

Pressing their bare torsos against each other, they slowly opened their pants. Doug felt the warm tongue enter his mouth as he slipped a hand into the pants, exploring the hips and front through the shorts. Greg groaned when his fingers curled around his arousal, and did the same with him. Breathlessly, Doug broke the kiss. “Can't...” he gasped.

“No excuses,” said Greg sternly, tensing his hand.

“Oh gods, that's not what I mean...” Doug took a few deep breaths, keeping his eyes closed. “Can't restrain myself for much longer, Greg,” he finally finished the sentence. “Let's go to bed. Now.”

Gregory grinned at him, and jumped up. He dropped his pants before he walked to the small bedroom, beckoning the other to follow him. Doug couldn't resist. He quickly undressed to his shorts –tense over his erection– and practically ran after him.

“Got lube, handsome?”

“Damn right...” Douglas used lube when he jacked off, and quickly took the bottle. His eyes were glued on Gregory's ass when the man crawled on the mattress. He swallowed hard. “It won't take long, I'm afraid.”

“Just do it,” murmured Greg, looking over his shoulder. He winked invitingly. His hand slipped in his shorts at the back, and moved as if he was fingering himself deeply. “Ah... Just stick your cock inside, and fuck me, Doug,” he whispered. “Do it.”

Douglas yanked the shorts down. Two of Greg's fingers were buried deeply in the ass, slowly moving in and out. He was willing, eager, and hot. Douglas sent a thank-you towards the sky, pulled down his underwear, and lubed his cock. “Pull out, sexy... I want to have you.”
As soon as Greg drew his hand back, Doug positioned himself. “Gods,” he groaned as the head slipped through the taut muscle. The hot rectum enclosed him, grasping him tightly as he pushed inside. “Greg...!”

“Perfect!” Gregory leaned his head on his arms, pushing his hips back to meet the delicious intruder. He gasped when Doug drew back, and groaned contently when he pushed deep inside again.

Doug firmly closed his eyes as the pleasure filled his loins. Greg's soft groans encouraged him, telling him what the man liked best. He tried to give him what he wanted, speeding up and changing angles, focusing so he wouldn't come already. He felt Greg move a bit, and briefly opened his eyes. He quickly closed them again when he saw what the other was going to do. In his mind he could see the hand jerking off, the glistering of precome appearing on the purple head, and he imagined the testicles pulling back to prepare the orgasm. It was too much. Already the heat was collecting in his loins. He could feel the tingle near his tailbone, a dead giveaway he was going to come. His legs cramped up, his balls tightened, sending delicious shock waves of pain towards his cock. The tingling crept down, his ass stung deep inside, and suddenly all the pleasure seemed to wallop through his cock. “Greg!” he cried out through clenched teeth. “Shit!”

“Yes!” Greg responded passionately, throwing his head in his neck. Groaning harder, he clamped around the throbbing pole, moving his hips back and forth. “Me too... Don't stop now!”

Opening his eyes, Douglas buried his fingers into the hips to keep them in place. Greg shook uncontrolled, spilling his seed all over the thin blanket, milking the softening cock in his ass until he was completely satisfied. Finally, he fell down. Doug slipped out of him. He fell on his hands, breathing heavily as he leaned his forehead on Greg's shoulders. “Wine,” he smirked. “Damn you, Greg...”

“Unh... You loved it,” chuckled Gregory. “Mm... And so did I.” With a shiver, he rolled on his back, to wrap his arms firmly around Doug's sweaty body. “Kiss me.”

“Is that an order, captain?” Dough laughed softly, happily obeying. The bed was narrow, but would easily keep them warm during that night. Next time, they would go on leave, he promised himself. Together.

(the end for now)