New Army Boi [Part2] [Gay] [Kinks spoilered at top of post]

*This is part two of the* ***New Army Boi*** *series, part 1 can be found* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lwm2lu/new_army_boi_part_1_gay/)*. This entry features some more kinks, in order they are:* >!Boot licking!< , >!gun play (fetishisation of guns, not danger-related)!< , >!cum denial!< , >!chastity!< . Some other minor kinks too but these are the main few.

*If you have any kinks or ideas you’d like seeing put to word, just shoot me a message with details! I’m very open to requests and would love to help bring your fantasies to life on the page.*

*All characters are consenting, over the age of 18, and purely fictional.*

*Enjoy :)*

The rest of the evening went as expected. Guys walked around, groping themselves through their uniforms, and you stayed quiet in your bunk for a few minutes as they all slowly got to sleeping. The recruit taking the space above you walked over and began undressing.

He’s actually a fair deal shorter than the rest of the recruits. Standing at around 5’7, he has strawberry blond hair, as was visible from his pubes, a smooth chest and thin arms and legs. He turns slightly and you can see his round, but tight, ass. He pulls his trousers to his ankles and steps out of them; you struggle not to gawk.

He’s wearing grey, thin underwear. His balls create an entire package by themselves, nearly the size of your fist, but that wasn’t what you’re focused on. His cock’s huge. Soft but heavy, the entire thing points to the side, the tip nearly coming out down the leg of his boxers. You gulp hard, mouth dry.

He looks down at you, twinkling green eyes under heavy eyelashes. You go to turn away, trying to act oblivious but he puts a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. His cock is growing thicker by the second and you can swear his balls are heavier somehow now. He puts one of his hands on his smooth, pale chest and drags it down the centre, moving over his slight abs, and straight into his pants. He pulls his cock and balls over the waistband and you let out a small grunt.

You watch as he begins to stroke, his foreskin gliding back and forth over his head. Within seconds it’s shiny and slick with precum. You go to shift, ready to suck it, but again he stops you.

“Edge yourself.” His voice is quiet but firm.

You reach down your body and into your underwear, grasping you cock. It’s so hard it almost hurts. Starting at the base you slowly move your fist up, pushing the blood up, feeling your head swell and rub against the fabric of your boxers. Stroking down you expose the tip of your cock slightly and make a tiny wet spot. You pick up the pace and he follows suit. He takes a step to his side, his cock now inches from your face. His balls swing, looking almost twice the size of yours and red. He holds his cock straight up to his pubes, small bits of pre from his head leave trails near his navel.

“You like ’em?” voice still hushed. You nod.

“Haven’t came in a month. Been holding out for a,” he takes his hand off his cock and brings his thumb to your lower lip, gently grazing along it, you can smell his musk, “worthy hole to fuck”.

He removes his thumb from your lips and rubs his cockhead over it, then reaches forward wit his thumb again, traces it over your lips, coating them in a sheen of precum. You know not to lick it off.

Your own dick is leaking like crazy. The wet fabric is almost too much against your head and you start letting out small moans, your breathing picking up. He begins stroking himself too, faster than you. His balls slapping against his thighs as he stands there, cock pointed straight at your face. He’s panting slightly, he grabs onto his own bunk near his head and lets out a high moan.

“oh fuck!” he squats slightly, eyes squinting, mouth curled into an almost pained expression, you’re getting close too.

“You want my cum?” he almost shouts out, breathing heavy.

“Fuck yeah!” You say, stroking as fast as you can, trying to catch up.

He leans in further, cock millimetres from your face, and lets out a moan.

He grabs your hand, stopping it from stroking.

“Not yet.” His voice is calm. You let out a frustrated cry as he moves your wrist up to your chest and inspects it. He crouches down next to you, slipping his own rapidly softening cock, still veiny, balls still heavy with cum, into his underwear. Your hand is slicked up with precum.

He takes your fingers into his mouth, looking straight into your eyes, and licks them clean.

“You cum when we decide you can.” With that he stands up, and hoists himself onto his bunk, giving you one last look at his beautiful bulge.

Looking around you notice the men in bunks around you are all jerking themselves, looking at you. The recruit to your right lets out a loud moan and cums. Shooting over his own head his entire body convulses and two other men let out small cheers, one gets up to high five him. He immediately scoops his own cum up and licks about half of it off his hand before the high-fiving recruit grabs it and eagerly eats the rest. Over the next few minutes, you hear more recruits blow their load, less and less fanfare with each one until you’re pretty sure everyone’s asleep.

Lying there you’re achingly hard, but for some reason you can’t fathom stroking. Feels almost wrong. You brush off the thought, roll onto your front, and gently hump down into the bed until you fall asleep.

The next morning you’re woken up early by one of your fellow recruits. It’s the man you were staring at when you first arrived.

He’s naked apart from his beret and boots. You get a better look at his face, he has blue eyes, round and almost soft. High cheekbones, thick lips and a strong jaw. He’s kneeling next to your bunk, having clicked in front of your face to wake you up.

He smiles at you, then puts a finger to his lips, shushing. He climbs on top of you gently and slowly, you can feel his weight holding you down, his muscles against your lithe body. His skin is hot to the touch. His face falls into the crook of your neck and you stifle a moan with your hand as his breath sends shockwaves down your skin. He sticks his tongue out and you feel the rough, warm texture up the entire length from your collarbone to your earlobe, moaning slightly as it passes by the small divot. He lets out a small chuckle, before kissing you there. You squirm under him. He kisses you harder, making out with your neck, licking it and sucking gently, grinding on you, you feel his hard cock rubbing up and down on the side of your bulge. You let out another moan and he moves to your earlobe, shushing you, causing you to shiver, he chews on it gently, relentlessly. He quickly moves back to the pressure point on your neck, though. Kissing more roughly this time, biting it harder, and sucking so much harder until he’s breaking the vessels under your skin, you squirm and try to push him off, but he has you pinned. Still sucking and roughly biting at your skin, still grinding on your crotch, still pinning you down you feel an orgasm building. He grabs and gropes at your ass, fully surrounding you in him and you almost lose it.

You try and speak out but the moment you let out the slightest part of a word he pulls off. You look up at him with confused but eager eyes. He puts a finger to your neck and presses gently, you wince. He’s marked your neck. A huge bruise right on display.

He smiles gently, his hand forming a “V” shape on your throat. He squeezes, choking you slightly. He goes harder and leans in, his tongue enters your mouth, sliding down your own and almost to your throat it feels. His lips hit yours and you moan freely into his mouth, causing him to push you down into your pillow with his hand. Before too long he lets go, gets up, and stands next to your bunk again.

He clicks and points to the floor in front of him. You look up at his face and he does it again.

You get out of bed, noticing that your own underwear is drenched in the two of yours precum, and kneel in front of him. You lean in slightly and he coughs politely. Not that.

He turns and sits on your bed, legs spread wide, cock still bouncing and twitching. He readjusts his beret back to being straight and raises his leg, putting his booted foot straight on your chest. You grab it to hold. His leg is heavy, the boot is black and huge to match his feet. He lifts it again, this time bumping your chin and you hold it there. You open your mouth slightly and taste the leather.

Sparks shoot down your spine. The clean smell of polished leather fills your nose as you stick your tongue out fully, touching the toe against the back of your throat and licking up to the laces, your whole tongue dragging along the top. He lets out a moan and you see he’s holding his cock. His large hand wrapped around the thick base of his dick; his cockhead so large it’s almost unsheathed itself from his foreskin. You pull back and kiss the tip of his boot gently. Taking it by the heel you push his leg back and kiss the underside. Sucking on the rubber grooves and inlets. They’re brand new and in perfect condition. As you suck on the heel slightly, he lets out another, deeper moan, one hand behind him supporting his torso, the other now pumping the bottom inch of his dick. It’s wagging in the air slightly, teasing you, a huge drop of preforming at the top.

He pulls back his foot and places his other boot on your chest. Your head going fuzzy from the sensations, you immediately dive onto it with your tongue. Your face rubbing against the laces, lapping at the toe over and over. Slicking up the top, you move around and kiss down the side. Your lips make small smacking sounds as you hungrily taste the leather. You moan slightly and he reciprocates, his large mouth hanging open slightly, his right pec bouncing gently as his hand strokes up and down his entire shaft. You watched the bead at the tip of his dick break, flowing down his underside, hitting his hand and being spread all over, almost a river of pre flowing down his fat cock.

Watching this you moan into his boot and stroke yourself. You lick your own spit off the toe only to reapply it moments later. He stops you and takes his hand off his cock, only to begin removing his boots.

You whine slightly and he chuckles. He gets one of them and rubs it under his balls, before handing it back to you. You inhale his scent mixed with the rubber and leather and lap it up. You watch as he places the tip of his dick over the toe of his other boot, grabs his base firmly, and slowly strokes up his entire length. A huge rope of precum pours out of his head, coating the leather. He pushes it into your face, and you drop the other boot, overwhelmed. It crashes on to the floor loudly and you both wince. Nobody wakes up.

You finish up cleaning his boots and he quickly shoves them back on. You obediently lace them up for him, all the whilst he continues to stroke himself. He stands and passes you your clothes. You begin to dress yourself as he walks back to his bunk. You watch him manage to just about pull his trousers on over his boots and belt himself up, catching a beautiful glimpse of his arse as he does, and you pull on your jacket. Looking down at yourself, once again suited up and rock hard, your chest swells again. This is right, your mind repeats to itself. Your lips crease into a slight smile, you never thought this would actually be so fitting for you.

You follow him out of your bunk, it’s cold and dark out. Fog rolling down the hill nearby, frost making the grass twinkle and crunch under your heavy boots. You watch the steam billow from his mouth as he breathes, his chest rising and falling as you both quietly walk across the field, you a few paces behind him. He walks confidently and you find yourself trying to match it, the way he walks and holds himself is almost hypnotic. It’s something you’ve noticed about most of the men here, everyone from the most basic of recruits to the generals you only glimpse at in passing has this powerful, strong way of moving. This in-built confidence. Like they completely control themselves, but also all those lower than them.

Before long you both slip into a building. Both your cheeks flush red, it’s still cold inside but considerably warmer than out there. You hang back slightly as he walks up to a desk. He speaks briefly to the woman behind it, you’re just out of earshot but notice he looks back and gestures towards you once or twice. She hands him two passes and he walks back to you, clipping it to your breast collar. He does the same for himself and walks through a set of double doors. You follow.

He gestures for you to wait by a door and you do. He goes off briefly and comes back holding a large bag and a pair of earmuffs. He hands them to you, and you put them on, closing out the outside world. You both walk through to a large room.

There’s multiple walled off small areas, a waist high wall on one side, and a long range in front. You immediately know it’s a shooting range.

He puts the bag down and pulls out a large, beige rifle. He stands there for a second holding it, pointed down to the side. Something inside of you builds. He’s stood in his full camo jacket and trousers, black beret, heavy boots coated in frost patterns of your own saliva, and a rifle at his waist, the grip pointing straight down to his large, ever so slightly twitching, bulge. You gulp, again.

He takes a few steps over to you and holds it out for you to take it. You reach one hand out to grab the grip, careful to keep your finger deliberately off the trigger, and hold the barrel in the other. It’s heavier than you thought. Weighty and large in your hands. He dons earmuffs and walks you over to one of the spots at the range.

He stands behind you, grabs your arms and positions you ready to fire. One of his hands grabs your hip firmly, the other one wraps around and aggressively grabs your bulge. You stand taller against him, feeling the sheer fucking power you have. Your hard cock throbs against the palm of his hand as you hold the heavy gun, the greens and beiges blend into your camo, the rifle blends into your body and you feel it. An extension of you. An extension of your abilities. You feel his body swell as he takes a deep breath and you breathe with him. His pure muscular power pushing up against you makes your cock throb so hard you know it’s veiny and red. His own is doing the same. It builds even stronger within you.

He takes his hands off of you and steps back to the bag, pulling out another, smaller gun. He walks back and leans on the dividing wall. In one hand a pistol, he’s thumbing the barrel, in the other is his crotch. He’s groping himself, rubbing the gun, and watching you. You look straight into his eyes as he stares into your own. You turn your head, line up the shot, and fire at the dummies.

The tension inside you releases, a wave of endorphins flooding your brain and body.

“Fuck yeah!” You exclaim, gripping the weapon more confidently and firing again.

This goes on for a few minutes, until you’ve exhausted all the ammunition from the bag. Once you’re dry, cock dripping, you both sit on the small bench at the back. The smell of gunfire in the air still, he spreads his legs and lets out a satisfied moan. You spread your legs too, letting out a deep breath.

You both unzip, almost in unison, and get out your cocks. He reaches over and cups one of your pecs, it’s not that large or defined, but he gropes it hard, nonetheless. You moan, loudly, and start stroking. He strokes his, making a fist and occasionally fucking up into it. You stare at him as he does, stroking your rigid cock to the beat he’s setting, breathing as he does, you both moaning loudly together, broadcasting your brotherhood to the world. You almost wish every officer on base could hear you two right now.

His free hand goes to your zipper, undoing your jacket, freeing your skin against the cold air. He’s still stroking, but effortlessly begins to play with your nipple. You let out a sigh and he pulls back, only to lick his fingers and go back at it. At first he’s light, only really playing with them, rolling them around in his fingers. After a minute he begins rolling them harder, twisting them around, making you let out small cries, stroking your cock faster in the pleasure, gripping it harder in the pain as he pulls and abuses your chest.

“Shit!” You whine as he twists a nipple hard, only making him quickly swap to doing the same with the other one, your hand leaving your cock and body seizing up in an attempt not to cum right there. After you’ve relaxed, he pulls back, licks his hand, and rolls his heavy, full balls around in his hand. they’re not the biggest you’ve seen since being here, but fuck. They’re low hanging against his taint and bouncing against his hand as he strokes. He’s obviously pent up. He gives them a tug and rests his hand back against his thigh, looking over at your dick.

After a while he takes his hand off his own cock and grabs yours, his large hand grabbing the entire length, almost hiding it from you, and strokes quickly. You gasp in shock before groaning, eyes rolling back into your head. You feel something cold hit your chest, he’s thrust the rifle for you to grab and undone his jacket, exposing his smooth, tan chest and abs. You take hold of the rifle and admire it.

It’s still fully discharged but the power is there. You trace a finger down the cold barrel, the smooth metal against your skin feels great. You turn it over slightly and stare at the ribbed top, looking at the grooves and teeth, how they stick out and cut at the air. You wince, you’re getting close, his hand is perfectly milking your cock as you admire the flat, hard finish of the side panelling of the rifle. The curve of the magazine, the way he’s stroking you has you lift your ass off the bench to try and hold that edge.

He’s pumping your wet cock with all his might, and fuck is that a lot. He’s staring at you and nods his head slightly. Permission. You scream out, he rubs your entire shaft, bucking your hips, you hold the gun tight and his hand slips straight off the tip of your cock. You scream, fully, loudly, frustration washing over you. He laughs. He laughs so much. Almost falling off the bench. Right as he’s done laughing it forms into a deep, low moan. You angrily glare at him only to be caught off guard with lust. His cock pulses and shoots. The first shot goes over his head and audibly hits up against the wall behind him. The second does the same. The third and fourth hit him in the face. The fourth hits his chin and goes straight into his mouth. He lets out another moan and a sixth shot, the size of any usual load you’ve ever shot alone, goes onto his chest. Three more, thick, white loads shoot onto his abs. He lets out a laugh, seeing your amazement. More cum drools out of the tip of his cock. He’s completely covered in cum.

Looking like the end of a cheap bukkake porno, he takes a deep breath and grabs the back of your head. Needing no help, you lean in and lick every drop from his torso. It’s salty, strong, thick. You swallow again and again as you try and take it all from his skin. You lick it off his cock and pubic region. You look up at him and see him licking his cum off his fingers, taking care of his own face.

He gives your swollen balls two, almost friendly taps, and stands up. You groan. He stands in front of you and gives his cock one final stroke. A drop of cum falls from the top, landing directly on the head of your dick. He takes the rifle back from you, packs it back into the bag, and leaves the room.

Fuck it, this is your opportunity, you think. Grabbing your dick, using his cum as lube, you furiously masturbate. You pant, moan. your hand a blur, the pressure building behind your cock, deep inside of you. Your eyes wince, mouth turning into a crooked smile, hanging open slightly. You lean forwards, falling onto your knees, bucking your hips. Every stroke gets you closer, and closer to the edge. Closer to cumming. You can feel it now, that twinge right at the base. Just a few more strokes. A few more then you can cum. You can shoot your load! You can release all this tension and finally fucking-

You take your hand away.

Finally, fucking disappoint the other recruits, you think.

The thought passes and you grab your cock, fuck it. You try and stroke but even the thought has you going soft. You cry out in frustration and try again but it’s done. You don’t want to cum. You don’t want to go against your team. They’re relying on you not to cum, they want that, so you want that.

The doors reopen and he steps back in, seeing you on your knees, soft cock in your hand. He’s holding a much smaller green bag. He walks up to you and squats down, looking honestly into you. He silently opens the bag and pulls out a small, dark green, cage. You look up at him and back down to it. You take it.

He stands up and puts a hand on his belt, looking down at you expectantly. The cage is mostly open, just a few painted metal bars, curved into a very short cage. It’d be slightly smaller than you are flaccid. It has a lock with a key already in. You turn it, unlocking the two pieces and heavy padlock, and slip your cock and balls through, before sliding the cage down your soft dick, clicking the padlock back shut and turning it. You hand the key back to him and he smiles, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you up.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses you, deep, his thick tongue invading you as you reciprocate, tongue fucking each other’s mouths. He lets out a sigh as he pulls back, slipping the key into his pocket, and turning around. You both walk back to your bunks, the sky still dark blue, the grass still frosted, the air still steaming from your mouths, side by side. You both undress at your bunks, folding your clothes neatly and climbing back into bed, you immediately fall asleep, exhausted.

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