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Soldiers showing off
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The military camp was a humid sprawl of tents and restless energy, the air thick with the smell of sweat and canvas. Inside one of the smaller tents, Private Jamie "Bull" Carter stood awkwardly among a handful of his squadmates, all sprawled out on cots after a grueling day of training. Jamie was a fucking specimen—twenty-two, six-foot-two, and built like a brick shithouse. Broad shoulders, a chest that strained his tight tee, and arms that could snap a rifle in half. His face was a chiseled dream—sharp jaw, hazel eyes, a mop of sandy hair—handsome enough to turn heads, but shy as hell, always blushing when the lads got rowdy. Tonight, though, something in him snapped. He wanted their eyes on him—wanted more—and he was ready to make a move.
The tent was alive with crude jokes and laughter, the four other soldiers—gruff, horny bastards—passing around a flask. Jamie lingered near his cot, heart pounding, his beefy frame tense under his camo pants and shirt. “Oi, Bull, you gonna join us or just stand there like a fuckin’ statue?” Sergeant Mack, a grizzled prick with a smirk, called out. Jamie swallowed hard, his cheeks flaming, but he forced a shaky grin.
“Got somethin’ better than booze,” he mumbled, voice low and rough. The lads perked up, sensing the shift. Jamie turned away from them, hands trembling as he undid his belt. He was shy, yeah, but the heat in his gut was louder than his nerves. He shoved his pants down slow, letting them pool at his ankles, revealing an ass that could stop a goddamn tank.
Jamie’s ass was a fucking work of art—two massive, sculpted cheeks, plump and round from endless squats and marches. The skin was smooth, a light golden tan fading to a paler strip where his briefs usually hugged him tight. Each globe was firm yet juicy, the kind of meat that jiggled just right when he moved, with a faint sheen of sweat glistening in the tent’s lantern glow. A thin line of dark blond hair trailed down his lower back, fanning out into a sparse fuzz that framed the deep, shadowed crack. He bent over his cot, hesitant at first, then spread his legs wider, giving them the full view.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Corporal Lee rasped, a wiry guy with a permanent leer. Jamie’s hands gripped the cot’s edge, and he arched his back, shyly parting his cheeks. There it was—his asshole, a tight, rosy pucker nestled between those thick mounds. It was small, untouched, twitching faintly under their stares, surrounded by that soft halo of hair that made it pop against the pale skin. The lads went dead quiet, then erupted in wolf whistles and filthy cheers.
“Shy little Bull’s got a prize back there!” Mack roared, leaning forward. Jamie’s face burned, but he didn’t stop. He flexed his glutes, making the cheeks bounce—firm, meaty, and begging for attention. The sweat trickled down his crack, pooling around that tight hole, and he wiggled his hips a little, testing the waters. “You lot just gonna stare?” he muttered, voice cracking with nerves and lust.
“Fuck no,” Lee growled, already on his feet. The others hooted, egging him on, but Jamie’s eyes darted to Mack—big, mean Mack, who’d been eyeing him like a wolf all night. Mack stood, towering and rough, and stalked over, shoving Lee aside. “My turn, you twat,” he snarled, clapping a hand on Jamie’s shoulder. Jamie flinched but didn’t pull away, his ass still high and inviting.
Mack didn’t waste time. He spat into his palm, slicking himself up—his cock was thick, veiny, a brute like the rest of him—and lined up behind Jamie. “Gonna ruin that pretty little hole, Bull,” he grunted, gripping Jamie’s hips. Jamie whimpered, shy but desperate, and pushed back just enough to seal the deal. Mack thrust in hard, no mercy, burying himself deep in that virgin-tight ass. Jamie yelped, then moaned, his beefy cheeks quivering as Mack pounded into him.
The tent filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh, Jamie’s ass rippling with every brutal thrust. Those perfect cheeks—round, sweaty, and flushed red now—bounced like they were made for it, the tight pucker stretched wide around Mack’s girth. Sweat dripped down Jamie’s spine, pooling in the dimples above his glutes, and his hole clenched, gripping Mack like a vice. “Fuck—fuck—fuck,” Jamie gasped, voice breaking, his shyness melting into raw, slutty need.
“Take it, you big bastard,” Mack growled, slamming harder, hands digging into Jamie’s meaty hips. The other lads watched, jeering and stroking themselves, as Jamie’s ass took the punishment—cheeks jiggling, hole gaping, a sweaty, filthy mess. Jamie came first, shuddering and spilling onto the cot with a choked sob, his glutes flexing hard. Mack followed, grunting like an animal as he unloaded deep inside, leaving Jamie’s hole dripping and wrecked.
When Mack pulled out, Jamie collapsed onto the cot, panting, his ass still up—red, sloppy, and glistening, that once-tight pucker now a swollen, leaking mess framed by those glorious cheeks. The lads cheered, slapping his back, and Jamie managed a shy, dazed grin, his seduction a messy, triumphant success.
“Fuckin’ Bull,” Lee laughed. “Shy my arse.”
Comments
Philip Grigsby
The story...man that was hot.
Monny
Delicious 🍑🤤and sexy story! 🥵🥵
