Magnificent Manlove

Ditched-2

A spot of rain on his face made him look up. The ominous cloud was now directly over them and he was sure that any minute now it was going to make its presence well and truly known. But, given he was just about to receive a b*****b from the hottest guy in the garrison, he decided it could piss it down for all he cared. At this moment in time, getting his c**k into the blond’s mouth was far more important.

Scott pulled eagerly at Stone’s combats and boxers, releasing his c**k from its material prison. It pointed enthusiastically upward, rock hard and with a bead of precum at its reddened tip. The sudden exposure of his private parts to the chilly air made Stone shudder. Then he grunted as the chill was chased away by the hot mouth engulfing his shaft. He reached down and gripped Scott’s head—careful not to put any pressure on his cut—guiding the other man’s mouth further onto his c**k and resisting the temptation to thrust. He didn’t know if Scott could deep-throat, but hopefully he’d find out soon enough.

A particularly powerful gust of wind rushed across the plain and buffeted around the parts of Stone’s body which weren’t protected by the ditch. He swayed a little, and Scott reached up and grabbed his hips to steady him. Stone groaned—the way Scott’s large hands gripped him, taking possession of his body, was almost as arousing as the expert way he was sucking his c**k. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, tumbling into bliss as the blond bobbed his mouth up and down on his shaft, using his tongue to stimulate it.

Scott pulled back, concentrating on sucking and licking at the meaty head of Stone’s c**k as he circled his hand around the base of his shaft and pumped it.

The wind gusted again, and this time it brought a heavier raincloud with it. Stone’s upturned face caught the first of the droplets, and he smiled and opened his mouth, then stuck out his tongue to catch them. It reminded him just how exposed he and Scott were, partaking in s****l acts in the middle of Salisbury Plain. Rather than worrying him, it turned him on all the more.

Rolling his head forward, he tightened his grip on Scott, hardly feeling the twinge in his palm, and canted his hips, encouraging the blond to suck him harder, faster.

Scott made a humming noise as Stone’s c**k thrust further into his mouth, almost into his throat. The vibrations across Stone’s shaft made his eyes roll back in his head. If Scott carried on like this for much longer, he was going to come. Not that coming was a bad thing, of course, but he didn’t want his c****x to be the end of their encounter, and he had no idea if Scott felt the same. Perhaps he’d regret what they’d done, and refuse to speak of it ever again? Or maybe he’d throw that punch Stone had been expecting all along.

The tingling at the base of his c**k and the tightening of his ballsac told him he wouldn’t have to wait too much longer to find out.

A few more bobs of Scott’s head and Stone was there. His c****x hit with astonishing ferocity and he let out a roar as his spunk shot into Scott’s mouth. The rain continued to fall, soaking his hair, face and clothes, but he didn’t notice. He was oblivious to everything except the c****x taking over his body. He thought he was never going to stop coming, but Scott didn’t pull away, or gag. He swallowed every last drop and only disengaged when Stone’s balls stopped emptying. He rolled back onto his heels and looked up at Stone with a satisfied expression.

“Good?” he asked.

Stone let out a laugh of disbelief. “Are you kidding? What do you f*****g think? I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Or so much.”

“Glad to be of service.” Scott winked and stood up, wincing as his knees cracked with the sudden movement. “Now, how do you fancy returning the favour? Do you bottom?”

After taking in the unmistakeable bulge in Scott’s combats, Stone returned his gaze to the blond’s face and smirked. “For you, yeah. Now get it out.”

An intense look crossed Scott’s face, and suddenly his eyes were full of intent. “I’ll get it out, you bend over that rock.” He nodded his head in the direction of the rocks Stone had been trying to clear when he’d cut his hand.

“Yes, sir.” Stone tipped a mock salute and moved over to the rock before letting his combats and boxers fall to his ankles. He waited until Scott was up close behind him before bending over and exposing his arse to the other man’s gaze—and c**k. It was a damn good job he was still so horny—they had no lube, and he’d never taken anyone without it before.

Scott bent over his back and murmured into his ear, “You know,” Stone felt a wet finger probing his arse, “that’s the first time in ages you’ve actually shown me the respect I deserve, according to my rank.”

Stone groaned as his hole stretched around the penetration, then ground out, “Well, if you keep making me come like you just did... unh... I’ll call you whatever you like.”

With a bark of laughter, Scott replied, “I’ll hold you to that. Now, are you ready? If I don’t get inside your tight little arse soon, I think I might burst.”

Unable to speak as the finger pumped slowly in and out of him, Stone nodded frantically. He sucked in a breath as the digit was removed and the blunt end of Scott’s prick pressed against his ring. Gritting his teeth, he pushed back against it and gasped as the head of the blond’s c**k entered him.

Scott grunted, then laughed. “Eager, aren’t we? You do like c**k, don’t you?”

“I thought we’d already established that,” Stone replied breathlessly. “Now stop talking and f**k me.”

“With pleasure.”

The rain grew harder, pounding onto their exposed skin, rolling and dripping off, but Stone really didn’t care. All he could think about was the thick c**k inching into his back passage, and the gorgeous man it belonged to. He could hardly believe this was happening. How on earth had he gone from fancying a bloke he thought was straight to f*****g him on Salisbury Plain in the space of a few hours?

“f**k,” Scott said, digging his fingertips into Stone’s hips, “you are so tight. At this rate, I’m gonna come in two strokes.”

Stone felt the other man’s balls brush against his perineum. He was buried inside him to the hilt, and boy, didn’t he know it. His anus was stretched wide, and he was hard again. “Hold on for me, won’t you? If you hit the right spot enough times, I may be joining you.”

“Huh?”

Stone reached around and grabbed Scott’s hand, then pushed it towards his stiff c**k.

“Ahh,” the blond said, finally understanding, “you’re hard for me again.”

“Yes, I f*****g am. Let’s make the most of it, eh?”

Scott didn’t need any more prompting. He moved his hand back to Stone’s hip, then used his grip for leverage as he began to piston in and out of his arse. The air was filled with groans as both men voiced their pleasure.

Stone pushed back as Scott thrust forward, and they got into a fast and furious rhythm, resulting in intense stimulation of Stone’s prostate gland. He looked down at his rigid prick, which was leaking copious amounts of precum. He was going to come again—and soon. He voiced his thought to Scott, then let out a yelp as the other man began to f**k him even faster—he hadn’t thought it possible. But then he hadn’t been f****d by a guy as physically fit as Scott before.

He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself against the rock as Scott pounded them towards c****x. Scott came first, digging his fingers so tightly into Stone’s hips it would probably leave bruises, and swearing and grunting as his c**k spurted hot c*m into Stone’s back passage.

Stone followed close behind. He’d held out for as long as possible, but the power with which the blond had thrust into him, and the feeling of the thick c**k twitching inside him, filling him with c*m, sent him over the edge. His own c**k leapt, eagerly spilling its release all over the ground as Scott’s prick continued to slide against his G-spot. He cried out, then shuddered.

After a minute or two, Scott moved his hands from Stone’s hips, only to wrap them around his torso and give him a quick squeeze before stepping away, his softening c**k slipping from Stone’s arse as he did so.

“f**k me,” Stone said, straightening slowly, his legs wobbly, “that was...” He turned to see Scott wearing an out-of-it facial expression. He remained motionless for a couple of seconds, looking at Stone, before shaking his head and grinning.

“Um, yeah. ‘f**k me’ pretty much covers it.”

“Come here.” Unwilling to trust his unsteady legs, Stone sat on the rock, uncaring of his still half-naked status, and opened his arms. His heart beat faster as Scott approached him willingly. They curled up together on the chilly rock, hardly noticing the cold as their bodies were still so hot.

Scott tilted his head up from its position on Stone’s chest and grinned, before stretching up and pressing a kiss to the other man’s lips. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Stone smiled back, scrubbing his uninjured hand across Scott’s hair. “In what way? In that it was me, or that it was here, now?”

“Both, really. I’ve thought you were hot for ages, but I had no idea you were bi. After I found out, I was so happy and excited I pretty much forgot where we were, much less the fact we were meant to be working!”

“Same here. Weird, eh? But good weird.”

“Oh yes, definitely good weird.” With that, Scott laid his head back on Stone’s chest and they lay in a companionable silence for a while. It was only then Stone realised it had stopped raining. He’d been so in the moment when he and Scott had been f*****g that the weather had hardly registered. But now the fact they were damp and cold started to bother him, and he decided that after another minute they’d get up and dressed. Just another minute...

Suddenly, a sound made them sit up and pay attention. A helicopter.

Exchanging a look of horror, they jumped up. They scrambled into their uniforms as fast as possible, making themselves decent and slightly less guilty-looking. And not a moment too soon. Just as they hauled their bags onto their backs and climbed out of the ditch, the chopper emerged from the clouds and began to descend.

The men moved towards the spot where it was coming into land without a word. There was nothing they could say—certainly not with their colleagues so close by. They may not be able to hear over the noise of the aircraft’s rotor blades, but they might be able to lip read. Or assess their body language.

Stone shook his head. No, it was better this way. The conversation they needed to have was not one to be rushed or overheard. He still wasn’t one hundred per cent sure how Scott felt, but given his actions after they’d had s*x, he suspected the other man didn’t want it to be a one-off, either.

Suddenly, the idea of being stuck on future exercises with Scott didn’t seem so bad, after all. Especially if they were alone. He’d definitely be adding a bottle of lube to his pack in the future, just in case.