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Summary:
Two soldiers on a training exercise face heavy rain and decide to strip to keep their gear dry. As they hike naked through the woods, one man becomes aroused by the sight of his superior’s body. They reach a clearing with a waterfall where the officer initiates an intense encounter. They engage in oral sex and intercourse on the rocks before the fantasy dissolves when a paintball hits nearby, revealing the entire scene as an imagined scenario during a military drill.
He stepped into the foliage and got soaked right away. His arm shot up, elbow bent, fist tight. I stopped a few feet back, still outside the trees. Brandon Hayes watched Chris Miller turn and speak softly. “Soldier, we have to push through this thick woods. Our gear will get soaked. Let’s strip now, stash everything, and move lighter. We’ll leave less of a trail and come out the other side with dry stuff.” The humid air clung to my skin like a second layer as I stood there sweating in my uniform, heart pounding from the long march and the sudden command. Chris knew my name was Brandon Hayes but never used it, just “Soldier,” and that distance only made my pulse race harder while I imagined what his body looked like under all that fabric.
As he talked, he started unbuttoning his tunic. His furry chest showed. “Come on, soldier. Get that gear off.” He pulled the tunic free, folded it, and shoved it into his pack. I stared at his chest, wet from the humidity. He faced me, bent down, and started unlacing his boots. His head came up and he saw me frozen there. “Get it in gear, soldier.” I snapped my eyes away but not before noticing how his nipples had tightened in the damp air, how his muscles flexed with every tug on the laces. My own fingers fumbled at my buttons while the forest sounds pressed in, birds calling and leaves dripping, and all I could think about was getting naked with this man who ordered me around like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Stripping for Speed
He took off one boot and started on the other. I snapped out of it and unbuttoned my own shirt. Our packs were already full, but we crammed the clothes in and tied our boots to the outside, wrapped in a tarp. Military packs weigh a ton, yet we carried only the basics. He stood, looked me over, and swung his pack onto his back. His soft cock swung left then right. I couldn’t look away. He hung about four inches soft and moved freely. My own dick stayed small when soft, though it grew fine later. He glanced at it once and moved on. The weight of the pack settled between my shoulder blades as I tried to ignore the way my cock twitched at the sight of his swinging freely in the open air, completely unashamed.
“Let’s move, soldier,” he said and stepped back into the forest. I followed, eyes locked on the two round cheeks above his thick legs. His ass shifted with each careful step through the brush, completely naked and at ease. His six-foot frame slipped into the greenery without any cover. I kept my eyes on that ass the whole time we pushed through the underbrush. My dick started to swell on its own. I couldn’t stop it. Every step sent a jolt through my hardening shaft, and the sight of his firm cheeks parting slightly with each stride made my breath come shorter, my mind filling with images of what it would feel like to grab hold and spread him open right there in the mud.
Clearing by the Falls
We had walked about an hour when we reached a small glade with a waterfall and flat rocks around a pool. Sunlight hit the water. His arm went up again, fist closed. We halted. He stood just inside the trees, checked the open space, then looked back at me for the first time since we entered. He saw my hard cock, head red and bobbing in the breeze. He paused, dropped his pack, and walked straight to me. I stayed still, unsure what came next. He grabbed my cock, pulled me into the sunlight by it, dropped to his knees, and took all six and a half inches into his mouth. The sudden wet heat of his throat made my knees buckle, and I gripped his short hair while the waterfall roared nearby, my balls already tightening from the hours of staring at his naked body.
I stood with my legs spread, pack still heavy on my back, while he worked me. He took me deep, then pulled off to tease the head. His big hand lifted my cock and his tongue went to my balls, sucking one then the other. He stroked me over his face and slapped my shaft against his cheeks. Then he stood, pushed the straps off my shoulders, and let my pack fall. He leaned in as it hit the ground and kissed me. Our tongues met. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. His cock pressed hard against my lower stomach. The taste of sweat on his lips mixed with the metallic tang of the air, and I could feel every ridge of his erection throbbing against my skin while his hands roamed lower to squeeze my ass.
I broke the kiss first and lifted his arms to lick his pits. The heat and humidity had left him strong with sweat. I cleaned one side, then the other, before moving down his chest to suck his nipples. He held my head there. When I finished, he pushed me to my knees. His cock stood just under seven inches, cut and wet at the tip. I licked the head, tasted the salty precum, then took him into my mouth. His pubes were trimmed short. I bobbed on him, then pulled back to suck his balls one at a time, then both. He groaned, “Fuck yeah.” I slapped his cock against my cheek and kept stroking. The musky scent of his crotch filled my nose as I worked him, spit dripping down my chin while his hips rocked forward in short thrusts that made my own dick leak steadily onto the warm rock.
“Stand up, soldier,” he ordered. I let go and rose. He kissed me again, spun me around, knelt, and drove his tongue into my ass. He worked me with tongue and fingers for several minutes, then stood, moved us to a flat rock, and laid me down. I heard him spit, then his cock pushed in deep. He drove hard, no slow start, just raw force. He bottomed out and rested there. “Ready, soldier?” he asked, a little late. He pulled back and slammed in again. He fucked me hard for several minutes, then pulled out, flipped me onto my back, spit on his cock, and drove back in. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the rocks while his thick shaft stretched me open, each thrust punching the air from my lungs and sending sparks up my spine.
“Jerk it for me, soldier,” he said. “I want to see you cum.” My cock had stayed hard. I stroked, trying to match his rhythm at first, then faster. He kept pounding. I knew I wouldn’t last. He drove in deep and I shot hard across my chest and chin. He kept thrusting. “That’s right, soldier,” he groaned. “That’s a hot load. You ready for mine?” Before I could answer he pulled out and sprayed across my balls, cock, and belly. He moved up, shoved his cock into my mouth, and let me taste us both. “That was fucking hot, soldier,” he said as he pulled out. Thick ropes of cum painted my skin while my own orgasm still pulsed through me, the taste of our mixed loads coating my tongue as he fed me every drop.
He helped me up, lifted me like nothing, and carried us into the pool under the waterfall. The water felt warm as it closed over us. “Doug,” he tried to whisper, “take the left side and I’ll head up here on the right,” as a paintball slammed into the tree between us and we both ducked for cover. My fantasy broke apart with the game. I blinked hard, the cool shade of the actual training woods replacing the waterfall, my uniform still damp from real sweat rather than the imagined pool, and Chris already jogging ahead with his paintball rifle raised while I shook off the heat still throbbing between my legs.
