Steve realised the sky was darkening outside his office window. It was getting late and he still had this damned document to finish before he could leave. He'd told his wife he would be away at a conference overnight as he was expecting to be spending the night trying to wear out his wonderful boy Stu. Now, he'd have to come up with an explanation and an excuse to be away the following night instead. God he was horny.
"Are you going for your run tonight?" Steve's wife asked from their newly fitted, plush kitchen.
"Yes. I'll just get my running shoes." He'd told his wife Izzy that the meeting had to be postponed until tomorrow as a couple of the delegates from their Munster office, were stuck in Germany as their flight was cancelled. Loosely linked to the truth he grinned inwardly.
Should he feel guilty for leading this double life? Was what he had with Stu actually cheating anyway? Izzy had always been a bit of a `wet fish', but he loved her well enough and they had quite a good life together. Now the boys had both left the family home, the two of them rattled around the large house and lived pretty much separate lives.
"I'm off then," he called to her as he closed the front door behind him. He jogged down the gravel drive and turning into the lane, followed his usual route towards Stu's flat. He had a key and wanted to prepare properly for the young lad's homecoming welcome. And what a welcome he was planning to give him.
He stopped in the small shop that he always passed and bought what he needed.
Steve looked carefully to ensure nobody was around, then let himself into the flat, He knew the guy next door had his suspicions as he'd teased Stu about the noise most evenings. They'd moved the bed away from the adjoining wall in the hope that the sounds of their love-making would not carry and certainly it had stopped the headboard from banging loudly for almost the entire time he was there each evening. He arranged the tea lights he'd just bought, around the bedroom and finally placed a box of matches he found in the kitchen drawer handily, so he wouldn't be having to search around for a light tomorrow. Then he stripped the bed and bundled the sheets, pillow cases and duvet cover into the washing machine, replacing them with the black satin set he'd dropped off a couple of days earlier. He sat on the bed thinking of the delights the following night would bring.
He'd spun a story to the owner of a very special, small restaurant that he'd used many times to wine and dine special clients to let him have a table for two at the end of the evening, telling him that this "client" was arriving late from overseas (again, close to the truth, well close-ish!). They agreed that the chef and one waiter would feed them and then leave them to lock up when they left. The place was closing the following day for refurbishment, so he was told there was no need to tidy up after their meal.
He leant back on the comfortable bed and began again to think about how all this had come about.
Steve had come to terms with his "double sex life" finally, mostly due to the conversations he'd had all those years ago with his old army room-mate Don. Steve's mind drifted back to his earlier reminiscences.
"This really can't be right, Don", he'd said to the fellow officer trainee after Steve had just pumped his seed deep inside him.
"What do you mean mate?" Don responded with a deeply satisfied, almost half-drunk look on his face.
"It can't be natural, can it. Not possibly what nature intended two men to do with each other."
Don took a deep breath. "Look, Steve. Nature's intention for men is that they reproduce; spread their DNA, but more than that, it suits nature if men are wanting it all the time; constantly horny."
"Yes, but...."
"Steve, you know what I've been telling you all this time, the more sex you have, the more you want. I proved that with you, yes? You were barely interested when we first met, now you need to cum all the time. I rest my case, mate." He grinned.
Steve still had small, niggling doubts, but it felt good to have a plausible explanation to enable him to justify to himself what they were doing. It felt good too; the feeling of sliding his big, rigid tool deep up the other man's anal canal, the friction on his sensitive knob soon producing that joyous throb that pumped out his cum. He was feeling horny again. Don was clearly right.
Soon after Don had moved on, Steve realised how much he missed the regular sex. He had been sitting in his room feeling fed-up and yes, horny as hell. Should he head to the nearby town a try to pick up a local tart? He really didn't feel that was what he wanted. He stood and shook himself. What he needed was some physical exercise to take his mind off his sexual frustration. He'd go for a jog.
Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Steve set off on his regular route round the military establishment. It was getting dark as he left the lit roads and paths of the main camp and ran along the path through the wooded area. Up ahead, he saw another runner. As he got a little closer, the figure turned off the path and disappeared into the trees. He'd seen guys leave the path at this point before on many previous runs and had assumed they needed to piss. This time though, he realised how furtive this had always looked. He thought no more about it and continued his exercise, the feeling of working his muscles hard making him feel good as it always did.
It was fully dark as he headed back. When he was approaching the gap in the scrub that he'd seen the figure disappear into on his way out, he spotted a man's head peering out and looking each way, clearly to see if he could leave without being observed. Steve stopped and pressed himself against the greenery so as not to be seen, and watched as the man stepped onto the path, and began making his way back towards the buildings. Steve walked slowly and as quietly as he could, up to the gap. He stopped and heard faint whispering. Two men's voices. He moved silently through the small gap in the closely crowding bushes and small trees towards the sounds. Once he was completely enclosed by the foliage, Steve stopped, waiting for his eyes to get accustomed to the darkness, all the while, the quiet whispers and other small sounds. He leant against a tree, still unable to see anything but the enclosing blackness. The whispering got a bit louder and more urgent sounding, the other sounds now discernable as grunts, then a gasp and the clear words, "Oh fuck yes".
Slowly, Steve was able to make out individual scrubby plants around him and the narrow path ahead. He stepped silently, following the well-trodden gap in the undergrowth. The grunts and gasping whispers got a little louder and when the path turned slightly to the right, he could just make out two bodies. One was bent forwards slightly, the other upright behind the first, gripping tightly to hips, the lower half moving rhythmically. By the way he moved, he seemed to be quite young, probably in his early 20s. They could only be soldiers from the camp. The bent figure Steve guessed to be in his 30s. And it was very clear that he was being royally buggered; fucked hard up the arse. Steve realised very quickly that this is what he was missing; what he needed right now. To push his prick deep into a hot, slippery and tight hole was now all he could think about. He moved closer to the couple of figures and stood peering from behind a stout tree trunk. The poor guy was now getting a real hammering, but was loudly whispering encouragement.
"Yes, that's it soldier. Shove that big stiff soldier dick all the way up there. Mmm, push it in deeper. Deeper. All the way up my hole. Yes, yes, fuck me harder. Harder, big soldier-boy." His much louder whispers now sounded like every syllable was being pumped out of his lungs by each thrust of the enthusiastic young lad behind him.
"Yeah. Take my big, fat dick you fucking faggot. You love it don't you; love it hard and hot all the way up there. Fuck yeah."
Steve couldn't help but squeeze his now fully erect dick through his soft joggers. He knew he was close to cumming but also knew yet another wank was not going to be enough. The younger man was pumping his prick harder and faster now and very soon, with one massive thrust, was yelling his orgasm as he trembled slightly with each throb of his ejaculation.
Steve looked around, hoping the noise wouldn't be heard and attract attention.
"Here, how many dicks have you had? There's cum streaming down your leg. Fuck, it's all over my jeans you filthy old slag. Go on, how many army dicks have been up there tonight eh? Five? Ten, twenty?"
"No, no. only about twelve I think", the guy whimpered." With that, the young guy stuffed his still hard cock in his pants and made his way out of the clearing, passing Steve quite close by, fastening his fly and belt and mumbling something that sounded like, "filthy old cunt" as he went.
Steve's cock was aching painfully now: he had only one thing on his mind. He had to satisfy his lust. He didn't care who or how, he just had to dominate another body and get his straining knob deep inside a warm hole. The thought of the older bloke taking twelve loads of cum one after the other, strangely, excited him further. A dozen rock-hard, hot young, horny soldiers shoving their big, stiff pricks up his arse-hole in that sleazy place pushed him further. He wanted to show the bending soldier who was really the alpha; who was the most powerful and most masculine with the biggest dick. He walked quickly up to the surprised older man and closed one large hand round the back of his neck, bending him further forwards.
"Want some more dick? Want to get shafted by a real man this time?" Steve didn't wait for, or want a reply. With his other hand, he pushed down his joggers and boxers, grabbed his rock-hard cock and pressed the big, blunt end against the man's wet hole. The feeling of the initial contact, the contact he needed so desperately, made him gasp and he shoved his whole length hard into the shadowy, bending figure with one powerful thrust.
Immediately, the guy let out a blood-curdling shriek; more like a squeal. It was a sound like Steve had never heard before and one that he thought no human was capable of making. The deafening sound echoed round the little copse and Steve quickly moved his hand from the struggling man's neck and clamped it firmly over his mouth. All he could think of now was to get his rocks off quickly which he knew would not take long anyway. He pumped his solid member all the way in and out of the hole he was owning, making the most of the brain-addling sensations coursing through his entire being, ignoring the flailing arms of the poor older soldier who was now unable to utter any sounds of resistance. He was aware of the smaller man's body shaking loosely like a rag doll as Steve, with all the strength in his powerful, athletic body made one final thrust of his hips, embedding his entire length as deep as it would go and spewed his hot juices there.
Aware of the vulnerability of where he was, Steve recovered quickly, pulled his clothes back up and shoved his hard and wet dick into his pants.
"Jeeez man, what the hell was that?" the words came quietly from the slumped figure in front of him. "You need to be more careful with a thing that size mate, be a bit more responsible. That fucking hurt." Steve quickly turned and headed back to the path. He looked back once and saw three more men in amongst the trees, presumably wanting their turn. He hurried back, feeling a wetness on his legs and the material of his shorts which could only have been from all the ejaculate, slimy on the older man's legs.
Steve let himself into his room, sat on the bed his head in his hands. He thought about what he'd just done. `Was this what he was now; what he'd become? Was he really that desperate to have sex that he shoved his dick into some old sleaze-bag in a dirty, condom-strewn hollow in the woods? Oh, and he hadn't used a condom. What if he'd picked up some embarrassing disease, or worse?'
He undressed and got into bed, feeling lower than he ever had. It was all that bastard Don's fault. He was responsible for the way he was now. Before Don, he hadn't thought of sex all the time. He'd go back to being as he was before. He wasn't gay. He was an upright, trainee career officer in the Queen's army. He had ambition. He had an outstanding record that hadn't gone unnoticed amongst the senior officers and he made the decision then and there that he was not going to jeopardise his future. He'd just have to ignore his sexual urges until they faded and became less strong.
He had made the right decision, he knew. He'd thought long and hard about the way he was and decided that he didn't want to be the sort of man that felt they had to dominate other men. He wanted all of the men in his command to respect him yes, but to also know that he was on their side, that he was only their `boss' because he was a good soldier and had worked hard to get to his position.