Sucking It Up
Copyright© 2023 by Daemon D. Hart
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Sucking It Up is a companion story for In It For Life (the sequel to Prison Island). For people who have already read my two other stories in the same universe, published here, on SOL, it's about Mouse's life in the army, how he got to know captain Reynolds and other people. There will be some intersections with the main storyline from In It For Life, but it will be mainly about Mouse and how he uses his mouth to make friends while serving the country.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Romantic Gay Fiction Military Sharing Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Oral Sex
“Have you done this before with older men?”
The captain’s question sounded a bit innocent, seeing what Mouse had used to do for a living. There was no point in lying. “Yeah,” he said and gave the engorged head another lazy lick. After being blown twice, Reynolds had let him play with it as he saw fit. So, he was taking his time.
He couldn’t tell whether the captain was disappointed in him or not for having sucked numerous older dicks in his life. Still, Mouse wanted Reynolds to know everything about him. He felt like he could trust the guy. “I used to work the streets,” he explained while he took the whole head in his mouth and then released it with a satisfied pop. “Selling whatever parts of my body men wanted to use and were willing to pay for.”
The captain let out a short grunt. “By choice?”
“Not exactly, at first. But I learned to like it fast enough. Maybe I’ve always needed dick in my life,” Mouse said and chuckled.
Reynolds caressed his head. “How old were you when you started?”
Mouse didn’t want this conversation to go down on some pitying path. “Old enough, young enough, you know. I knew what I was doing, don’t worry. And it was a fun way to make money.”
Did the captain at least know what he had been charged with? Why this stint of his in the army was still about doing time?
“I’m not judging you.”
Mouse let go of the cock in his mouth and looked up. “You saw my file, I suppose.”
“Yes. I know you’re paying dues,” Reynolds said.
“And? Don’t you feel tempted to judge me for that, either?”
“No, not at all. I measure men by where they are right now.”
“That’s some crazy ass thinking.” Mouse laughed and continued to lick the head. Precum was pooling in the snake eye and he lapped at it. He let out a soft moan as his cock pushed against the mattress.
He was lying on his belly, between the captain’s legs. This way, he could hump the bed while playing with his favorite toy.
“Or maybe I liked you the moment I saw you,” the captain said with a chuckle of his own.
“For real? Have you ever played with guys like me?” Mouse lifted his eyes, curious to see what Reynolds had to say.
“No. You’re the first.” The captain shook his head. “But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t thought about it now and then.”
“Wow,” Mouse said and smirked. “And you’ve never been tempted to put some soldier under you?”
“To put him to do what?”
“That was the joke, captain. To put a guy under you and give it to him hard in his boy pussy.” The cock in Mouse’s hand sprang with renewed joy. Wow, so the captain was a master of restraint until he was not.
“You’re a naughty boy,” Reynolds commented and stroked his hair firmly yet gently. “Being an army man is a hard life. But I heard you don’t let anyone fuck you.”
Mouse had been about to delve into the topic of missing wedding rings, but seeing how the captain wanted to tease him, he couldn’t say no. “Well, I need to draw a line with these fuckers. They’re idiots. Not all of them.”
“Lowes,” Reynolds said. “Which one is he? An idiot or not?”
“He’s smart,” Mouse replied. “But he’s looking for trouble. So, maybe not so smart.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“Sir, am I here to properly suck your cock or to rat on my mates?”
“Hey, I’m caring for all you boys equally. If there’s something I can do to help--”
“Unless you can make Mannard understand that he’s falling fag and hard for Ryan, I don’t see what you can do, sir. Stuff like that just has to run his course, you know?”
“So, you’re not only an expert oral sex provider, you’re also good at giving relationship advice?” the captain joked.
“Oral sex,” Mouse repeated and snorted. “You’re such a straight lace, captain. Come on, fuck my mouth, I’m dying of thirst here.”
Reynolds pressed his head down and Mouse happily swallowed the man to the hilt. “You’re so good,” the captain said breathlessly. “I can’t believe that a man can be so good at this. I thought that if it ever happened, I wouldn’t be able to get over the fact that it’s a man sucking me off.”
It looked like such doubts were groundless. The captain was hiking his hips up, off the mattress, only to get more into Mouse’s mouth and throat.
So good not to have a gag reflex. Reynolds’ cock slid down his throat with ease, going in and out, in and out, and allowing him to use all his oral sex expertise, as the man called it, to milk him dry.
This time, he wanted to experience the taste more, so he pulled back and teased the head, going down again and again, until he sensed that the captain was getting near. When that happened, he held the cock by its base and guided its spray into his mouth, making the jizz coat his tongue and pour down his chin. He took delight in playing with the cum, licking his lips, bringing the drops about to go to waste back into his mouth and voicing his pleasure. “Sir, your cum is just delicious.”
Reynolds laughed and threw one arm over his eyes. “Ahab, promise me this won’t get back at me and bite me in the ass. ‘Cause I might just feel tempted to believe that it was worth it.”
“Told you, sir. You don’t have to worry about a thing with me. No one will know. Not from me.”
The captain moved his middle finger over Mouse’s chin, gathering the remaining cum and then offered it to him. Mouse quickly wrapped his tongue around it and made a show of sucking it. Reynolds’ eyes were unfocused as he took in the scene.
“May I jerk off, sir?” he whispered. “I need to get off.”
That pulled Reynolds from whatever thoughts he was getting himself lost in. “Yes, of course.”
“Can I do it here?” Mouse asked, risking a little. It was one thing for the straight as an arrow captain to get his rocks off by letting his cock sucked, but maybe he didn’t want to see some guy jerking off.
“Come here,” Reynolds said gently.
Mouse gasped as his commander felt his crotch and pulled out his aching cock. The man’s hand was hard, and his grip was vicelike, but Mouse couldn’t complain. It was his captain, his superior, jerking him off, so he needed to bite the inside of his cheek to make sure that he wasn’t just imagining things. He lay next to Reynolds, enjoying how the man stroked his cock with a focused expression on his face. “Oh, sir, oh, please,” he moaned while his toes curled in his boots.
It didn’t take him long. His cum came off so strongly that it hit him in the face. He moaned, low in his chest, as he dropped on the bed. Reynolds touched his lips and he opened them to welcome fresh new cum, his own.
“Do you like eating cum?” Reynolds asked. “A lot?”
“Yeah,” Mouse whispered dreamily while the captain continued to feed him.
The heavy look in the man’s eyes told him that he might just have stumbled over a very particular fetish. “Doesn’t your wife drink your cum, sir?”
Reynolds closed his eyes and winced. Then, he moved away.
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing,” Mouse dared a little more. “I’d eat it, drink it, suck it through a straw, if it’s yours.”
Reynolds chuckled and kissed his forehead shortly. “Now that was a good picture to put in my head, Ahab. Don’t make me ask you how much you can take.”
“We should test that,” Mouse offered.
Reynolds patted his leg. “It’s time for you to go back to your quarters, soldier. I’m counting on your discretion.”
“You don’t have to tell that to me, sir. I’m here to serve. You, mainly.”
“And the other boys.” Reynolds shook his head with mirth while Mouse got to his feet and adjusted his pants. “I’m glad they’re so red-blooded straight men or else they might start fighting over you. So, you say Mannard has feelings for Lowes?”
“Nah, I said nothing, sir,” Mouse said and grinned.
“Alright. But if they start fighting, don’t let them gouge their eyes out. Promise me you’ll come to me.”
“I promise you I can knock some sense into them if need be. But I will report to you if things get out of hand,” Mouse said quickly. “We’re a team here. Thick as thieves.”
Reynolds approved with a nod of the head. Mouse climbed the bed and gave one last loving kiss to the captain’s mighty yet now sleepy cock. “Nice to meet you,” he said while staring at it.
“You’re good friends with many cocks?” Reynolds asked.
“Usually, more than with their owners,” Mouse said promptly. “In your case, though, I’d like that to be the case.”
“You can count on me, soldier,” Reynolds said. “I’m on your side.”
Mouse straightened up and saluted. “Thank you for the cock, sir. It was exquisite.”
That made Reynolds laugh. “Get out of here before I feel tempted to give you more of it.”
Mouse smiled with satisfaction as he walked out of his commander’s quarters. Who said dreams didn’t come true? And he had someone he could turn into an ally now. But all in due time.
“The fuck you’re smiling like that?” Jordan dug into the sand with his shovel and threw Mouse a murderous look.
“The fuck you care?” Mouse shot at him and continued to dig without giving two shits about his companion.
“If you tell anyone about that--”
“Oh, screw you, asshole,” Mouse interrupted him. “Not everything’s about you.”
Jordan was red in the face. He was boiling and reasoning with him was, most probably, not an option.
Mouse sighed and rested his forearms on the handle of his shovel. “Look, it never happened, right? Ryan won’t say a word, either.”
“You two,” Jordan started and threw his shovel angrily away, “keep on giving me the eye and giggle like fucking bitches all the fucking time!”
Mouse dropped his shovel, too. “Jordan, you’re a fucking idiot. Ryan doesn’t give a shit about you. That was your only time with him getting on his knees for you, don’t worry.”
That was the wrong thing to say. Jordan got redder in the face and tried to land a punch. Mouse caught his wrist swiftly and pulled him abruptly, making him stumble and fall on his face. Then, he quickly straddle the idiot and pulled his arms back, hard enough to make it serious. “Listen to me,” Mouse said, low and deadly, “you have a fucking anger problem. Deal with it, or you’ll end up in the hole. And it won’t be my fault. Now, shoot. What do you want?”
“For you and that fucker with his pencil dick to stop talking shit about me,” Jordan said as he struggled and struggled to get free.
Mouse wasn’t maybe the strongest in his unit, but he knew how to use his body. He continued to hold Jordan down, locking his arms in such a way that it would hurt without being damaging. “Heed my words, asshole,” he said. “Ryan and I don’t care about you. We never talk about you. Whatever you think you’re seeing, it’s only in your head.”
Jordan grunted as he tried to break free. Mouse didn’t mind keeping him there until nightfall if need be. Eventually, the asshole understood that there was no point. “Okay, I get it. Now let me go.” He still sounded irritated, and now Mouse had a mind to get to the bottom of things.
“Not so fast. What the fuck do you care even if Ryan and I were talking about you? What could we say? That we sucked your dick? The others might envy you for it.”
“You don’t care because you’re a fag,” Jordan growled at him.
“If you’re a fag because some dudes sucked your dick, then more than half the unit is it. I’ve sucked off plenty of them. Where the fuck do you see a problem? I just don’t get you.” Mouse sat comfortably on top of Jordan’s ass. “So, spit it out. Your fucking problem. Why the fuck do you still see red in front of your eyes like this? Trying to pick a fight with me all the time?”
Jordan no longer struggled but he fell into a sullen silence.
Mouse tsked and let him go. “Let’s finish our fucking job. I don’t want the captain to make me do laps around the camp only because you have fucking issues.”
He ignored Jordan and returned to his work. Any moment now, the asshole would try to attack him from behind. Much to his surprise, that didn’t happen. Jordan picked his shovel and started digging.
“Why does he like you?”
Mouse pursed his lips. Jordan was a punk, an idiot who wanted things his way without knowing why he wanted them in the first place. He could make it hard for him and pretend he had no idea what he was talking about. But he decided against it. “Because I’m honest with him.”
Jordan let his head hung low as he dug with ferocious moves. “You’re honest? Are you two going to be boyfriends or something?”
“No,” Mouse replied. “I have one, ... no, actually two of those. They’re enough for me. Ryan’s free game.”
Jordan grunted and stopped. “I’m not a fag.”
Mouse shrugged without looking at him. “Neither is Ryan.”
“I don’t want him to be my boyfriend or some shit.”
“I’m pretty sure Ryan doesn’t want you to want that, either.”
“But he sucked my cock.”
“Man, why the fuck are you trying to make things so complicated? You no longer have a girlfriend. Ryan doesn’t have any attachments back home, either, as far as I know. So, you can fool around and suck each other’s dicks, and no one has to know. It’s getting off, it’s what it is,” he concluded.
Jordan looked down and continued to dig without saying a word. “How should I tell him?”
“Tell him what?” Mouse grunted. The work was starting to get to him.
“You know.” Jordan pushed his shovel into the dirt and came closer. “How do I ask him for another blowjob?” he whispered.
Mouse looked at him. “Don’t be an asshole about it. Just show him that you like him.”
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