Armed Services

Rex Gravis catches Evan Matthews writing to his fuck-buddy back home. The letter lays it all out—how badly Matthews misses his buddy’s fist buried in his ass. Gravis reads every word and grins. He tells Matthews the letter stays between them if Matthews gets on his knees and sucks his cock. Matthews swallows Gravis in one long stroke. Gravis strips Matthews out of his uniform, pushes him onto his back, and watches rubber gloves snap into place. Fingers probe first, then the whole hand disappears. Gravis works deeper, pulling out a fat rosebud that pulses in the barracks light. He slides his forearm past the wrist until Matthews shudders, open and greedy. Gravis grabs his boot, fills it with steaming piss, and pours the heat straight into Matthews’ stretched hole. Lube and piss mix in slick, wet sounds. Gravis keeps driving in until Matthews’ hole blooms wide again. Only then does Gravis wrap a hand around his own cock and shoot across the rosebud, thick ropes glistening on raw flesh.