Army Dogs 2 (Gay)
The tour of duty ended for Lance and Steve, and both men were exhausted. They managed to fulfill their obligations overseas -- and fly back home -- without having any physical intimacy. Fortunately, once they set foot on their home soil, the balance of power shifted in their benefit. "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" was repealed during their last month of duty, and they were elated to hear the news; they just couldn't celebrate the news openly amongst the rest of their brothers in arms. Both men strongly believed that the stars were aligning in their favor, and their love finally outlasted draconian law that prevented them from being together.
Lance flew back to his hometown, and settled back into his apartment. When he got back to his place, the german shephard turned on the lights, and kicked away the cobwebs that formed around the doorway. He set his car keys on the kitchen table, and slowly walked into his bedroom, which was comfortably messy: just the way he liked it. He unbuttoned his civilian shirt, and let his sweaty chest breathe for a while. He removed his shoes, and walked around the room with his footpaws. The shephard opened the blinds of his bedroom window, and looked out. He saw the busy city life zooming around him without pause. He wondered about how he could re-adapt to civilian life again after fighting a costly, bloody war.
Steve drove his red '98 Ford Mustang through town, buzzing around with a new 5.0L V8 engine. When he stopped at a red light, the white wolf received a text message from Lance that read, "See you at five?" He texted back, "Sure," and hit the gas pedal once the light turned green. The thought of seeing the sargeant again gave him goosebumps, but he was also aroused. The last time he had sex with Lance was four months ago, and the agonizingly intense sexual frustration clouded his mind. He drove around without a clear purpose. When he wasn't in uniform serving his country, he felt aimless, irrelevant, and unproductive. In a way, he was looking forward to seeing Lance again because the relationship affirmed who he was serving.
Late afternoon arrived, and people were coming home from work, pushing through the daily grind. On the surface, it appeared that the world around Lance and Steve were tone-deaf to the sacrifices they've made, especially when homophobia remained prevalent in society. It seemed like their love would be nothing short of scandalous during their lifetime. Nevertheless, Steve was headstrong, and wanted to reconnect with Lance. He found his destination. Meanwhile, the german shephard waited by the front door of his apartment.
"I couldn't stop thinking about him," Lance narrated. "It was a long fucking time."
Lance took a cigarette from a pack laying on the kitchen table, and lit it with Steve's Zippo lighter. When he heard a knocking at the door, the german shephard calmly rose from his seat and walked over with a cigarette dangling from his lips. When he opened the door, Steve lunged forward and gave his lover a hug. Lance slapped his paws on Steve's back and took a deep, pleasant-sounding sigh. "Hey, you can't smoke that shit in here," Steve mocked Lance.
"Get your ass in here, will ya?" Lance tugged Steve inside the apartment.
The wolf's eyes wandered around the living room, and noticed the area was surprisingly tidy. He took a few steps toward the center of the room. Without thinking, Steve took off his brown jacket and tossed it onto a nearby couch -- it was like he was at home. "Nice place," said Steve.
"Spent some of the day cleaning up. Not much else to do."
Steve sat down at the kitchen table, and took a deep breath. He played a conversation with his mind, and it started with, "How does a guy -- who's been straight for all of his life -- break the ice with another guy?" He was looking forward to spending time with Lance, but he had trouble determining the mechanics behind a meaningful relation. "I must be getting cold feet," the wolf thought when he looked at Lance. Though they had sexual intercourse, the intercourse was fueled by intoxication. It was a spontaneous moment that could easily be written off as "I was drunk," but both men knew there was something more than that.
Steve cleared his throat. "Are we queers now?" he asked Lance point-blank.
"We're men, not queers." Lance sat down across the table from Steve.
"Can men love each other?"
Lance was in no mood to discuss philosophy. "That's not the issue."
"OK, then what is?"
"Figuring out how to keep my paws off you."
Lance moved his chair next to Steve and kissed him on the lips. Steve opened his maw, and invited the kiss -- letting the taste of his superior swirl around his palate. Getting turned on, Steve leaned further into the kiss, establishing that he wanted to be the aggressor of the moment. The white wolf wrapped his paws around the german shephard's aching shoulders as he kissed. Steve could feel his sheath edging out of his shaft while pulsating and curling inside his pants. He felt the shephard experiencing the same thing, but he felt a lot harder, and more willing to take things to the next level.
Keeping the kiss intact, Lance and Steve stood up. Lance broke away from the kiss and ushered Steve into his bedroom. Lance closed the door, and patted the bed with his paw. Steve laid down on the bed and stretched his arms. Lance leaned over the wolf's muzzle and gave him a passionate kiss on his lips. Steve tried to speak, but he was muffled. The wolf rubbed his partner's shirtless, furry chest, and then stopped abruptly. Lance pulled back.
"This is fucking weird," said Steve.
"Just go with it," Lance barked. "Your dick's hard. Why stop now?"
Steve realized that he wasn't used to being kissed, and Lance wasn't the romantic type. Neither was Steve.
"Alright, alright!"
The white wolf undressed, and revealed that he was wearing a nylon, camo thong with a "front-and-center" package that was aiming to please. Wearing only the thong, Steve laid on his sargeant's bed, rubbing himself suggestively by his bulbous contour pouch. The dominant german shephard inspected the wolf's package closely. Lance could smell the desparate, powerful musk of a soldier who wanted to be fucked by his superior. Lance was thrown for surprise when he discovered the wolf was wearing a very seductive thong, so he assumed there was some planning on the wolf's part. Lance was delighted to see that Steve was willing after all.
Lance also had a surprise of his own, and he couldn't keep it a secret anymore. The shephard tugged down his dress pants, and showed off his exotic fetish piece: a wet-leather looking thong, black, with a criss-cross latex pouch surrounded by a see-through mini-mesh. "I used to wear this for the girls," Lance admitted. "It got 'em hot." The shephard pointed to metal buckles that kept the thong in place. "See these? If you beg enough for it, I'll unbuckle them." Lance teased Steve by rubbing the sweat from his chest, and rubbing it all over the leather. The shephard's perspiration dripped handsomely from the waistband down.
Steve sniffed Lance's crotch and lapped it. "Permission to suck your cock, sir," he said with a pleasant moan.
"Louder, bitch!"
"I want your cock!"
"Come and get it, slut." Lance hastily unbuckled his thong and let it fall to the side. The shephard's hardened, red shaft was palpitating. Caught in a whirlwind of sexual intensity, Steve wasted no time in taking the cock into his maw, and stroking the sargeant's fuzzy, low-hanging balls. Steve let the cock graze his lips while he moved his head back and forth. He closed his eyes, and breathed heavily through his nose as he felt his cock getting harder and harder. While on the bed, Lance shifted most of his body against the bedpost and the wall. He transitioned into smoothly humping the wolf's maw by gyrating his hips.
Lance tilted the upper-half of his body to the side, and reached over to Steve's backside. With one paw, the german shephard tugged down his lover's thong and began to finger his tailhole. Steve felt an intense burst of sexual pressure, and panted louder than before. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" he moaned. Steve responded by closing his maw, and wrapping the cock around his tongue even tighter.
Lance moved back to his initial position, and placed his paw on Steve's head. He looked down at the submissive wolf, who -- he thought -- needed a little physical force to keep him in life. Lance pushed Steve's head further down the shaft. The shephard was started to edge closer to climax. Refusing to finish so soon, Lance preemptively tapped on Steve's shoulder, and the wolf pulled out. Steve licked his lips and took a deep breath.
The break was short-lived. Lance flipped Steve over with brute force, and had the wolf laying on his stomach. Lance reached under the wolf and jerked his dick. Steve groaned and pawed at the bed sheets. Lance subsequently stroked himself, and getting himself as hard as he possible could before penetrating. The shephard looked down and studied Steve's large, plump back cheeks. When he made up his mind, Lance firmly grabbed his shaft and pushed it into Steve, which resulted in a high-pitched squeal of intense gratification. For Steve, it felt so hard and long coming in -- oh, how he missed that feeling!
Lance rubbed Steve's back side in a circular motion while making small hip-thrusts into Steve. Few minutes later, he leaned his large body over Steve and increased the pressure. It felt so good, Steve thought. The feeling was overwhelming. However, Lance started humping too fast too quickly, and his stamina faded slightly. Instead of going in fast, he took it slow, and pushed himself in, and keeping his cock right at the prostate. Steve was breathless, and went completely silent. He let out a gasp, a long exhale.
Hearing his partner gasp for air and whimper, Lance's angry, sexual vigor was renewed. He slammed into the tailhole and humped manically. He grabbed onto the wolf's shoulders and fucked him mercilessly. Steve's head lowered as he winced in pain and pleasure. For a moment, Steve regained his voice. He whispered, "I can't, I can't, I can't," when he meant to tell Lance that he couldn't hold back his cum. Lance knew what Steve was trying to say, so he reached under the wolf again, and paw him once last time before he spewed three large bursts of seed all over the bed sheets. When he felt the wolf's warm, milky spooge dampen his paws, Lance let out a large, boisterous growl and shot a stream of cum into Steve. Then he suddenly pulled out and doused Steve with cum, which flew into the air and marinated his partner's already sweat-soaked body.
Both men were out of breath. They spent an hour kindling several months worth of sexual tension, and they couldn't have been happier. For the first time in what seemed to be years, their minds were clear. When they were making love, none of them thought about the wars they've fought, and they didn't think about the wars that they have yet to fight. Because they could escape -- even if it was for an hour -- it was worth it. Eventually, both men would go on another tour of duty, and come back to the barracks where it all started, but this time, there was nothing that could stop them. Nothing... except...