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ZEUS
0245 hrs.
When they reached the rock formation he and Alaska scouted the area around it for a large enough and flat enough space to hold the Platoon under cover of a windbreak as well as suitable to lean logs and branches which was difficult because the snow was now deep enough to hide the features they were looking for and it was dark. The rock face did block the wind currently blowing from the northeast making the snow pile more shallow.
"This looks like our best bet." Alaska announced loudly to overcome the wind rushing through the trees and the sound dampening effect of the snow. He spread his arms to indicate a stretch along the formation that was approximately 60 feet long. It wasn't completely flat but it checked all the other necessary boxes.
"Let's clear a line ten feet from the base of the rock." By the time the Platoon arrived they had a good start clearing the area and the rest of the guys began scouring the woods around them in pairs to locate enough deadfall to build their windbreak shelter. Their packs and sleds were laid out to cover the ground already cleared so the heavy, thick snow wouldn't just cover the ground again as they worked. Squint and Weeble were put to work cutting up half their tents into fabric panels that would curtain the windbreak and allow snow to be packed against the branches they leaned against the formation. Someone, probably Chunk, had the foresight to task a few guys to start a woodpile for a fire. Bootlicker soon had a campfire burning that helped with light. Fires were forbidden in the Veldenstein but this was an emergency and the Army would have to deal with the fallout if they were caught. No one thought that was likely.
The windbreak was constructed as a grid, lashed with paracord. Alaska directed the building saying it wasn't that different from how outdoor equipment like your snowmobile was protected in Alaska to keep it from being buried overnight, it was just on a larger scale and more durable than the basic A-frame for something temporary. Green wood lower branches with pine needles still attached were used to thatch the basic grid. Every layer helped. Once the tent fabric panels were tied on, they piled snow and packed it against the sloped structure.
Sleeper said the cold had rendered the radio inoperable, and they'd have to wait until it could be warmed up a little in the shelter. After four hours they were all exhausted but they had a fairly roomy, cozy shelter inside which their packs were lined up. Everyone had decided to use the Extreme Cold Weather level 7 outer suits as a padding layer beneath their bags. Bootlicker and Cellblock engineered triangle shaped doors for either end that opened inward to allow them to get in and out for bathroom trips to a latrine dug just outside the doors under a cantilevered overhang. Half of the guys chose to zip their sleeping bags together and sleep in pairs.
Gabriel didn't ask Sleeper, he decided they would do the same and Addison would just have to deal with it. A small fire pit had been dug out against the rock face in the center and if they kept the fire small they could keep it going for two days with the wood they had. The shelter was almost airtight except for the two ends which had the doors allowing enough airflow that a fire wouldn't be a problem.
"Everyone get some sleep." Sleeper ordered. "I'm not setting a watch." By this time, they could hear the wind gusting violently causing the woods around them to be filled with the creak of swaying trees and a whistling moan that got louder with each passing minute.
"I'm wiped, but I don't know if I can sleep in this." Shark replied. "Fuck, if this shelter doesn't hold-"
"Shark! Shut the fuck up. It will either hold or it won't, it's out of our control, but spreading your fear won't help." Cellblock barked.
"It'll hold." Bootlicker announced with a bored confidence. "It's effectively a single reinforced shield that weighs over a ton and a half because of the foot of packed snow on top of it. The math says it would take a tornado to even budge it."
Soon the simple exhaustion of a sleepless night and the scramble to build the shelter forced everyone's eyes to close. Gabriel waited until he heard Addison's breathing slow and inched closer under the sleeping bag. He carefully sidled up to his friend and wrapped his arm slowly...so slowly over Addison's chest, trying not to wake him. He just wanted to sleep next to him, feel his body heat, listen to him breathe.
"Snuggle up, buddy. Let's keep warm." Addison whispered so quietly Gabriel almost didn't hear him.
Gabriel felt his entire body flush with heat at the words. His heart began to race and his penis swelled up inside his pants under four layers of clothing. He pulled Sleeper tightly into his body. His hand found the zipper on the front of Sleeper's coat and unzipped it inch by slow inch to keep any sound from escaping. His breath was coming fast. They could be quiet. Everyone was so tired they were deep in slumber. Addison lay completely still not denying Gabriel's touch, sending a trembling thrill coursing through him. There was something intensely exciting about moving this slow and quiet forcing himself to keep half his awareness focused on the group around them. Once the zipper was down, Gabriel went to work on the buttons of Addison's uniform shirt one excruciating button at a time by feel. Addison's breathing had increased. Underneath lay a thermal shirt layer that was hugged tightly to Sleeper's muscular warm body. Gabriel let his hand wander over the feel of his chest and stomach with no thoughts of the lessons Andrew had taught him that first time so many weeks ago. Gabriel's mind was consumed with the pleasure of touching Addison, nothing more and every movement sent waves of tingling sensation to his groin. He was grinding up against Sleeper's hip, very slow. He felt Sleeper's arm move slightly and his hand rub against his crotch. The involuntary moan almost escaped from his throat. He dropped his hand down to Sleeper's belt, loosening it but not completely undoing it where it might create noise. He next found the button on his pants. Sleeper was executing a similar process on Gabriel's uniform. A small rustle could be heard when Gabriel was forced to pull the loop off the button, and they both froze to listen for any change in the men around them. Nothing. Gabriel boldly unzipped Sleeper's two pants layers and Sleeper lifted his hips slightly so Gabriel could push the thermal layer and underwear down to his thighs and they both sighed when Gabriel wrapped his hand around Addison's hard member. Sleeper's hand was inside Gabriel's pants stroking his large engorged penis in synchronized movements. Gabriel rolled Sleeper slowly onto his side facing away. He pulled everything down to just below his testicles after briefly letting Sleeper's penis out of his grip. Sleeper drooled saliva into his hand and reached back to rub it on Gabriel's penis then repeated the process to slick his hole. Then he grabbed Gabriel's penis again and guided it between his cheeks to his opening. Gabriel shifted closer, hoping the noise wasn't enough to wake anyone.
He knew he should take some time to open Sleeper up with a finger or two, but he didn't want to wait, and Sleeper seemed eager to have him go ahead so he pushed gently forward with his hips. He felt a resistance and pulled Addison's hips back using his penis as a handle to apply more force feeling his own body shudder with the enticing expectation of the warm tightness of Addison's hole. He buried his face in the hood covering Addison's neck and whispered "I need you. I need you so bad, Addison."
After their argument last night which in Gabriel's mind was emotionally painful this felt like Addison's apology and his mind and body sang together with relief and desire. Addison didn't hate him, wasn't pushing him away. He seemed to want this as much as Gabriel and the happiness that brought electrified him. This excitement was so much different than that first time five weeks ago. This was only him and Addison, together wanting the same closeness, wanting to give and take the same kind of pleasure using the physical to express the emotional and using the emotional to heighten the physical like a cycle of expression that was so smooth and balanced between them it felt like a separate state of consciousness. He finally pushed inside and Addison stiffened with a sharp intake of breath.
"Shhhh. I will go slow." He soothed the beautiful man nestled up against him. Gabriel moved his other arm up, snaking it between Addison's neck and shoulder to wrap around his chest. Ever so slowly, he sank deeper into Addison, the movement nowhere near what he really wanted to do but at the same time so much more pleasurable with the extended duration of it. It was that small sip of water when you are dying of thirst, the kind where you think you can taste the water when you know it has no flavor and every part of your tongue surges forward to bathe in the satisfying wetness. A gulp gets the job done with indifference. A sip milks every speck of pleasure the water has to give, lets it linger for its full effect and makes the dryness of your mouth bloom like the cracked cake of desert dirt after a rainstorm.
Oh this was so much better than the first time. It was deeper and broader because the connection joined them beyond where they touched and in that moment Gabriel knew sex could give them so much more than just the satisfaction of a physical need. It could heal. It nourished his heart, his mind, and even his soul that should have been solely God's domain. He didn't even have to move much to feel the sinking pull of Addison's beckoning desire and he couldn't separate it from his own. Addison was squeezing down on his penis with every stroke Gabriel made on Addison's member in his hand. Their breath was synchronized, coming faster and shallower. Gabriel wanted to feel Addison ejaculate before him, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to wait that long. Addison's hand found his wrapped around his chest and he brought Gabriel's hand up to his mouth to press it hard against his lips and suddenly Gabriel heard his friend give four silent grunts while Addison's hole gripped down tight onto his penis. Gabriel's other hand felt a sudden warm wetness from Addison's penis and the knowledge that Addison had ejaculated cause him to seize his beautiful man in a crushing embrace as he flooded his friend with his seed. Even this orgasm felt different than the ones before. With this one he wanted to implant everything he felt for Addison deep inside him with a desperate hope it would grow. His sperm was a message, his gift of who he was and how Addison made him feel and its fluid warmth would show Addison the beauty of it. This was how Addison could carry a part of Gabriel with him always. A bible verse came unbidden to his mind: James 3:18 `And the seed whose fruit is righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace'. It was his hope that this would join Addison together with him, and that his friend would feel the peace he himself felt when Addison was with him.
Gabriel didn't move when they were finished, and Addison stayed still himself except for returning Gabriel's hand to his chest. Their breathing slowed, returning to a more normal relaxed inhalation.
Gabriel was close to nodding off when he heard sounds from further down the line of sleeping bags. There was a rustling and whispering, and a barely audible moan.
He felt Addison's body shake with a silent chuckle. "We're not the only ones." He breathed to Gabriel. That made Gabriel smile, and he hugged Addison tight.
Wanker woke up with a start when he felt Footlong press up against his back, bend his hips and knees to bring them up against his own, and throw his arm over him. Okay, that was fine, a little cuddle. Footlong's warm body felt good. They'd both stripped down to their thermals before climbing into the doubled sleeping bag, neither of them willing to endure getting twisted in their uniforms while they slept and the shelter filled with bodies wasn't frigid, it was actually cold but comfortable enough that the sleeping bag might actually be TOO hot. He was about to fall back asleep when he recognized what had to be Footlong's monster dick grind into his ass. He remained completely still, unsure of what to do and if Footlong was doing this in his sleep. He didn't want to wake anyone up. Then Footlong's arm moved down to Wanker's hips to hook his fingers into Wanker's waistband. It looked like Footlong didn't care about waking up Wanker. Still, Wanker didn't move. There was only one thing Footlong was after and Wanker was caught between wanting it to happen and knowing he should stop it. His internal struggle didn't last long and he told himself he was a stupid fucking idiot when he pulled his own clothes down to his knees to let Footlong do whatever he wanted. Footlong was nowhere near as thick as Sergeant Horvath even if he was close to the same length. Wanker wouldn't have a problem taking it. It was a little funny to Wanker that Footlong hadn't even wasted time on being shy about it. It probably said a lot about how Footlong thought of him that he could just take what he wanted without worrying about how Wanker would react. What Footlong was doing might have mattered before, but ever since getting railed by Sergeant Walters, then Sergeant Horvath, then Assmunch fingerbanging his hole, then Zeus fucking him without a single emotion or word said and doing that twice...well he wasn't sure getting an assfucking meant much of anything. It sure seemed to mean something to the guy doing the fucking though. So if that's what Footlong wanted, fine.
Footlong immediately released his one eyed snake and pushed it between Wanker's cheeks looking for his hole. Wanker rolled his eyes.
"Use some spit, bro." He whispered.
"Oh. Yeah, sorry." Footlong whispered back. "Never done this." Wanker quickly felt Footlong roughly wipe a wet hand across his asshole, then he grabbed his dick and led the search with his extended index finger until he located what his dick was looking for. Wanker felt Footlong barge in like an asshole was just going to take a dick as easily as it pushed a turd out. Well, it wasn't like this was going to be the worst fuck of his life, Wanker thought, and he just relaxed through the tolerable pain of Footlong's invasion. Better not to prolong it, let Footlong get his nut any way he needed and then they could get back to sleep.
"Shit that's tight." Footlong gasped.
"Shut the fuck up. Don't wake everyone up. Blow your load and keep it quiet." Wanker spat with almost no air behind the words. Fuck Footlong was a dumbshit.
Footlong was making all sorts of noise, the sleeping bag was rustling with every thrust of his hips. He wasn't keeping it to a minimum, fucking the long shaft damn near all the way out and then balls deep. Thank God there wasn't any smacking of skin against skin. But the dumbshit was breathing too loud like a Saint Bernard, probably drooling too. Wanker decided he needed to help this along so he started gripping down on Footlong's cock.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum inside you?" Footlong asked. Aw, how sweet. Dumbshit.
"Yes, don't make a fucking mess in our bag. Just fuck it into me. And shut up!" If this idiot said one more word Wanker would fill his boots with snow.
Thankfully, Footlong emptied his balls silently, finally getting the message. His thrusting sped up, then paused, then started again with three slow thrusts, then he spasmed, and buried it all the way inside Wanker's fuckhole, and Wanker could feel the lengthy shaft thicken up and throb repeatedly as it spewed hot nut gravy deep inside him. For the first time since Footlong started, Wanker had a feeling of pleasure at the moment he knew Footlong's jizz was filling him. He pushed his ass back to milk it all. Damn, he didn't expect the rush that brought. A guy he felt nothing for, in fact was a bit irritated with, just used his hole to dump his load and that feeling of trashiness felt so good.
"Gotta take a piss." Footlong whispered, pulling his dick out of Wanker's leaking ass. Wanker didn't care.
Footlong quietly climbed out of the sleeping bag, threw on his boots and coat and walked around the others to the door.
"Wanker." Came a whisper two guys over. It was Shark.
"What?" Wanker whispered back with frustration.
"Can I get a turn?" Wanker knew he should be upset for a couple reasons. First being now four of the guys knew. Second that Shark just asked so casually like Wanker was just a whore that was supposed to take dick for anyone. But... Wanker didn't feel mad or insulted. It was more like a feeling of `well why not? My ass can take a dick, you need a hole, so sure, climb on.'
So that's what he said. "Sure. Climb on."
Shark was far more quiet than Footlong when he moved. It almost seemed like Footlong didn't really give a shit if anyone heard and found out they were fucking. Of course he didn't, he wasn't the one being used like a fuckdoll. He's not the one who'd get a reputation, that the others would look down on or look at with disgust.
Shark came over and climbed inside the bag with Wanker. Footlong came back inside, saw his place had been taken and just climbed into Shark's bag with no reaction.
Shark was a little more hesitant and gentle. Something in Wanker wanted Shark's hard cock in his ass without delay. He'd seen Shark's dick in the showers when it was soft and it seemed to be relatively average, but there was something exciting about not knowing what kind of hard dick was going up his ass that made Wanker's hole hungry. There shouldn't be any need for spit at this point, Wanker could feel the slippery effect of Footlong's heavy load greasing his crack.
Shark surprised him by pushing him on his back and climbing between his legs. Face to face then. That was fine. He reached down and felt that Shark had already pulled his hard dick out of his bottoms. Wanker took a moment to feel it with a stroke or two. Yeah, definitely average, bigger than his hand but not by much. Decent thickness. He pulled Shark by the dick until it was lined up with his leaking hole.
"Go for it, bro." Wanker whispered.
Shark slid easily inside him, the way lubricated by Footlong's cum so that Shark sank to the balls in one steady and unhurried thrust.
"Fuck!" That was the only word Shark said the entire time. He pumped on top of Wanker in a regular rhythm, not breathing hard. Wanker looked into Shark's eyes, which were watching him as he shoved his cock in and out of the hole beneath him. Just a nice, regular, even stroke that kept up for several minutes. Shark blinked occasionally, but never broke eye contact. Wanker just looked at him with an amused slight grin. Now this was more like it. A nice hole scrubbing, nothing crazy, just a steady pump. It was actually very relaxing. Nothing he had to do except keep his hole exactly where it was. There wasn't anything emotional about this. He liked that, no confusing feelings or trying to figure out what the other person wanted. He wasn't trying to cum, or even make Shark cum. No talking. It was all very simple, easy, direct and uncomplicated.
"Ay Puta, hurry up!" They heard Puta whisper. "You takin too long. Hazlo más rápido!"
Well shit. Wanker knew from the sound of it that Puta expected to get some right after Shark finished. He didn't know whether to beat the shit out of Footlong for being so loud or thank him. And Puta couldn't be the only one awake now. Thankfully, anyone else was keeping quiet. Maybe Puta would be the last guy who needed to bust a load out.
Wanker did that trick Sergeant Walters told him would move things along, he tightened down on Shark's cock, then released, then tightened, keeping it up until Shark just stopped moving, still staring at him while his dick pulsed with multiple spurts of cum. He didn't uselessly ask if he could, didn't seem to care whether Wanker wanted more cum inside him. Then just as calmly as everything else he'd done, he pulled out of Wanker's now sloppy hole and climbed out by crawling over the top of Wanker's head letting his wet cum slimed softening dick slide across Wanker's face. Not on purpose, just as a careless inconsiderate way to leave. The dismissive act sent an arc of excitement through Wanker. It seemed to say `your hole was the only thing that mattered and now that I'm done with it I don't need to think about you anymore.' It wasn't mean or insulting. No one gives a second thought to the sock they shoot their load into before throwing it on the floor next to their bed. Fuck, Wanker felt turned on by that.
Puta wasted no time climbing in, his thick curved brown cock already hard and free of his pants. He pulled Wanker's shoulder and flipped him over on his stomach. Wanker cooperated. Any way Puta needed to fuck him was fine. Puta wasn't gentle, but he didn't need to be. "I'm gonna be fast, hermano. I know you want my leche." He didn't exactly say it loud, but it wasn't a whisper either.
"For fuck's sake, shut the fuck up! We can all hear you assholes, we're trying to get some sleep. Wanker quit being such a slut." Demon spoke. A few of the other guys agreed.
"Fuck him tomorrow." One guy said.
"You're making it smell like a whorehouse in here." Another said, sounded like Dimples.
Then Sleeper's voice, "Puta, finish up then everyone go to sleep. I'm sure Wanker will be glad to take care of anyone else in a few hours. We're stuck here for a few days. You can all get a turn. Just not right now."
There were a few grumbles.
"I was gonna get next. Shit."
"I shoulda jumped in after Footlong."
What surprised Wanker, Sleeper and Zeus was how no one said anything about fags, or disgust, or anything negative.
True to his word, Puta pounded Wanker's ass violently for a dozen more strokes and grunted a string of dirty Spanish into Wanker's ear as he dumped his load to mix it with the previous two and Wanker thought the load must have been massive the way some of it forced its way out around Puta's hard pole to run down his taint over his balls like a river of cum. So much for not making a fucking mess in his bag. Puta simply collapsed down beside him and pulled the sleeping bag back up to cover them both.
"Thanks, Wanker. It was good." He whispered, sounding sincere while his hand patted Wanker's ass before reaching down to pull Wanker's underwear and thermals back up.
They slept for about four hours. Someone had put another section of dead limb on the fire at some point so they still had glowing coals radiating heat. Their little shelter was very well insulated by the packed snow and except for the two doors on either end of the long lean-to very little heat escaped. The heat from their breathing, their body heat, and the small fire was more than enough to keep the inside temperature hovering around 50 degrees Fahrenheit. The only problem was when someone had to go out to use the latrine, but the wind and snow was so violent now no one went out unless they absolutely had to. It was amazing how long you could deny a shit if you didn't want to.
Of course, Wanker couldn't hold off. His ass was full of cum and he wasn't sure if he relaxed his asshole whether he needed to shit or it was just the cum, so he bundled up and went to squat over the hole beneath the overhang. Every time the wind swirled into the makeshift latrine his balls felt like they would turn to ice cubes so he pushed and strained to get everything out as fast as possible. He grabbed some snow and dragged it over his hole and crack, throwing it in the hole. Maybe Holler had a better way of shitting outdoors and wiping your ass, he probably grew up without an indoor bathroom. Seemed like exactly something that redneck would have experience with. But for now, Wanker risked frostbite to get the job done, having to endure the pain of frozen fingers to make sure he was scrubbed clean. He had to remove his other glove to wash his hands with snow afterwards and he hurried inside to warm them over the fire pit.
He stood there trying to get warm again, wishing he could pull his pants down and warm his ass and balls as well.
Sleeper was over by his bag messing with the radio. Wanker gave up trying to get warm, he felt like he could climb inside the coals and it would still take hours before the icy feeling left him, and he went over to Sleeper to help. Communications was his thing, there was nothing he couldn't do with radio, or telecom.
"I got it, Sleeper. What's our frequency?" Sleeper told him and he set the dial. The radio was working fine now that it had been kept in the warmth of the shelter.
"Base, this is Bravo Platoon reporting, over." Sleeper transmitted.
There was a few seconds of silence. "Bravo Platoon, confirmed. Stand by Bravo One. Over."
Another 20 seconds passed. The entire brotherhood had gone still, and were listening. "Good to hear your voice, Bravo One, report. Over." A different voice said.
"Base, Bravo Platoon is sheltered approximately 10 km inside the Veldenstein. Condition optimal. Stand by for location. Over."
Sleeper snapped his fingers at Cellblock. "Cellblock, what's our coordinates?"
Cellblock consulted his map and read off coordinates. Sleeper repeated them over the radio.
"Bravo One, Base confirms DD coordinates 49.672205, 11.523606. Standby Bravo One. Over"
Another thirty seconds elapsed. "Bravo One, Bravo Rescue's been looking for you boys. Base has authorized communication on this frequency. Standby. Over."
A few seconds passed. "Bravo Platoon, this is Bravo Rescue, we have your coordinates and will come to you." Sleeper recognized Sergeant Walters' voice. He hadn't realized how tense he'd been until the sound of Sarge's voice lifted a weight from his shoulders. "Confirm coordinates. Over."
Sleeper read off their coordinates. "Glad you're going to join us, Sarge. We'll have a hot meal waiting for you. What's your ETA? Over."
"Bravo One, you will maintain proper communication protocol over this frequency. ETA to rendezvous with Bravo Platoon 1600 hours. Over." Sarge chastised. That was just like him to be a hardass.
"Understood Bravo Rescue. Confirm arrival at 1400 hours." Sleeper tried to resist, but thought the punishment would be worth it. "We'll let you keep your clothes on this time Bravo Rescue. Safe travels. Over."
"Bravo One, switch to frequency two eight two point eight. Over."
"Copy that Bravo Rescue. Bravo Platoon switching to frequency two eight two point eight. Base, this is Bravo Platoon Out."
"Base Out."
Wanker immediately dialed the frequency in. "Bravo Rescue, this is Bravo One. Over." Sleeper made his voice extra perky, knowing it was going to get under Sarge's skin.
"Montelongo, I am going to piss in your boots and leave them in the sun." Sarge growled.
Sleeper waited a couple seconds for more to come. "We missed you too, Sarge. Come get your lost boys. Over."
"You all okay? Any problems? Over."
"Negative, Sarge. Alaska, Zeus, Chunk and Olympic got us all set up in a cozy resort in a forest. You're gonna love it. We are warm and we have no injuries. Just waiting this out. Over."
"Glad to hear it. We aren't too far from you, it's just going to take a while to get there. Over."
Sleeper could hear the wind over the radio. Sarge and whoever was with him weren't near as comfortable as the brotherhood was. "Look for a large rock formation, it's the only one in this area. It's about 100 feet long and 30 feet high, you can't miss it. Over."
"Roger that, Private. Will get there as soon as we can. Bravo Rescue Out."
Sleeper turned to the brothers. "Sarge is on his way. And since I have your attention, let's get this out of the way. Anyone got a problem with Wanker?"
The brothers looked around at each other, trying to gauge if anyone was going to speak up. Everyone seemed a little hesitant.
"Now is the time. Get it out if you have something to say." Sleeper urged.
Dumbo cleared his throat. "Wanker, are you a fag?"
Zeus growled "Pick another word, Richards. And do it quick." There was no missing the threat in Zeus' voice. Sleeper could feel the anger coming off of the giant behind him so strong it nearly pushed him.
"Gay." Dumbo corrected, his face fearful. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, that's just the word I use."
"Don't use it." Zeus commanded. "Ever." He hammered his point home with an angry stare at every soldier. "Sendahl, do you want to answer? You don't have to."
"Sure, I don't care. No, I'm not gay. I just don't think it's any big deal taking it up the ass. Lots of guys do it. I was just helping the guys out." Wanker replied, and the confident casual delivery he used indicated he didn't truly believe it was anything worth making a big deal about.
"Anyone else?" Sleeper asked.
Troll spoke up. "Can we ask him questions?"
"Yes, but he doesn't have to answer if he doesn't want to. And he's our brother, be respectful." Zeus answered.
"Do you suck dick, bro? Or just get fucked?" Troll asked without blinking.
Wanker chuckled. "For you guys, yeah I'll suck dick. No big deal."
There were a couple "hell yeah!" heard from the group, but it was hard to tell who said it. Troll smiled. "Hell yeah." He repeated. "You're alright, Wanker."
Maybe it was because none of them had any opportunity to have a date with a woman for six months, and hadn't even been in the same room with one except for the few female instructors that came through for their training but the Bravos hadn't responded anything like what Sleeper thought they would. He glanced back at Zeus. He knew what Andrew would do.
"Anyone here have a problem if a brother WAS gay? Just because Wanker's not, doesn't mean we don't have a gay brother among us. Is that a problem for anyone?" Sleeper asked.
Again, the brothers looked at each other, some trying to see if anyone would speak up, others trying to see if they could tell who might be gay. No one said anything for a full minute before Holler spoke up.
"I ain't never been round no gay boys, Sleeper. I think I might be afraid if I was to know we got a gay boy here. I don't mean em no harm or nuthin', and I don't hate em I just would be thinkin' all the time that they was gonna try to do sumthin' to me."
"Puta, no body gonna put dey dick in you." Puta joked. "We no wanna break you little fragile body." Everyone laughed, even Holler. "Some body try sumptin' you send `em to Wanker, he take care of it. Or Zeus and he gonna strike dem down."
Everyone took a moment, and then Cellblock blurted out after having put it together faster than anyone else. "Wait. Julio... you're ... uh ... you said `we'...
Puta just shrugged. "Jess, so what? But I no get fucked. I no like da dick in my culo. It no feel good."
Well that was a big surprise to Sleeper. Almost as big a surprise as Zeus. Andrew had read it all wrong. The entire brotherhood was shocked speechless.
"What?" Puta asked. "My brothers no love me no more?" That seemed to break the frozen silence and all the guys, even Holler, surrounded Puta in a group hug, with the guys closest moving aside so the others could push in and give Puta a hug or a pat, or rub his head with a smile. Sleeper turned to Zeus to see his face was wet with tears. He saw Zeus smile, but not at him. Sleeper turned to see Puta looking back at Zeus with a smile of his own that said `it's alright'. Then he looked at Sleeper and winked. He guessed Puta didn't miss much and suddenly all the sly looks and stares back in the barracks after that Saturday night made a different kind of sense.
Puta broke away after the brothers got done and came over to Sleeper and Zeus. Wanker seemed to have drawn a small crowd. Sleeper didn't have to guess what Wanker would be doing in the hours before Sarge arrived. He'd have to make sure they got the place aired out or replaced the smell of sex with something else. They might have to use some wet wood on the fire and endure a bit of a smoke out.
"Gabriel, you no worry, okay? I keep your secret. But no body gonna care. If dey no care about me, is no way dey gonna hate you." Zeus grabbed Puta and crushed him in a smothering hug. The brothers were distracted by Wanker. Puta put his arms around Zeus' big body, looking like being smashed by a giant felt like a soft comfortable embrace. "But maybe if your boyfriend let me, I can kiss you? Just a kiss for you beautiful soul." Sleeper was about to give a nod to Zeus, but Zeus just bent down without a glance and pressed his lips to Puta's. It was nothing extreme or anything of import, just a gentle `thank you'. Sleeper had to smile. So Zeus didn't have to swallow a guy whole to kiss him. And Zeus didn't ask for permission, from anyone. Sleeper already knew that when Zeus decided something you weren't left with a lot of choice and the incredible thing was he didn't feel resentment at not having a choice. It ended up feeling like because Zeus decided it, that it was the right thing to do. Choice? Gods like Zeus turned ordinary mortals like him into adoring worshippers, that was the choice. It would always be the only choice.
Puta sighed and moved back. "I better get in line for Wanker. But maybe we should put up a wall?"
Sleeper nodded. "Yeah, let's not make this difficult on the guys. A little privacy will keep things from getting out of hand." And a glance over at the group said it was just in time. About ten of the guys had Wanker on his knees while they surrounded him.
"Hey! Jesus bro's! Let's get some kind of privacy going before you get down to business. Not everyone wants to see that." Sleeper called out. Most of the guys had the decency to look slightly ashamed. Sleeper noticed a lot of dick re-tucking going on. Damn, these horny fuckers were going to flood Wankers insides with so much cum he wouldn't need to eat dinner tonight.
They quickly had a curtained barrier thrown up made from a few sleeping bags and some paracord that created a room about six feet square that hung from the wood frame of the lean-to. It wouldn't handle a lot of sound, but at least no one had to watch Wanker taking a train. Besides, Wanker wasn't the loud one early this morning. That had been Footlong and Puta.
"You know you can go join them Zeus, if you want. I'm not going to get hurt." Sleeper lied. This wasn't a test. Sleeper felt he needed to let Zeus know it was okay to explore more gay stuff. He wasn't going to get that from Sleeper. Sleeper didn't know the first thing about gay stuff. Maybe he could talk to Puta, but Sleeper decided maybe not. It was that kiss that didn't sit quite right with him, the way Puta just did his smooth, suave Latino thing and got a kiss from Zeus. But Sleeper knew if Zeus did go behind that curtain it would hurt. He had a sick feeling in his stomach just thinking it might happen. He was about to just tell Zeus he didn't want him to, when Zeus answered.
"Why would I do that, Sleeper? I have you. And even if I didn't, I don't think I would." Zeus said in that matter of fact straight even tone of voice. When Zeus spoke it just seemed like whatever he said was how the world was in reality, and anything else you thought it was became fiction. If he said No Sleeper, the sky is green.' he'd look at the sky and suddenly he find that sure, it might LOOK blue, but it was really a blue green. In fact, there was probably more green than blue there. Well if there's more green than blue that would make it green, right because the blue hardly counted. And the words he just said I have you' shot right into Sleeper's heart. It was true. Zeus did have him. He wasn't going anywhere. He'd give Zeus anything he wanted, would demand nothing from Zeus. Yeah... Zeus had him. And while a small part of him wondered how and why... the vast majority of him was simply content and happy that he was such a rotten fucking lucky prick.
"Hey Zeus, suit up, let's go check the perimeter." He said.
"Okay." And Sleeper had a flashback moment to the night before, after he asked Zeus to share a sleeping bag and it all falling apart. That same `Okay'. No inflection or indication of whether the suggestion pleased him or angered him. It wasn't what he thought it was at all. Zeus just didn't express things. Sleeper thought maybe that was a fortunate thing. If Zeus's straight even tone could get you to agree to just about anything, Gods help us all if Zeus unleashed actual feelings into his words. But Sleeper did wonder why Zeus held back all the time, and it couldn't be because he realized his effect on people. Zeus was completely clueless of the level of worship he demanded.
They put on their level 7's. Sarge had paid attention and made sure Zeus had a suit that fit his size. They pulled up their balaclavas and Sleeper told Cellblock to keep an eye on things, make sure the curtain didn't get out of hand, and to keep an ear out for the radio. Sarge would radio in with an update when he could. He told Cellblock he and Zeus were going to check the perimeter and put out a signal flare on the rock formation. Cellblock wished them luck. The last guy to go use the latrine said the snow was pretty deep, over three feet. And the wind was really tearing up, even in the protection of the rock formation. He suddenly thought of something and called to Spaghetti to see if they had anything to measure the temperature and wind speed. Spaghetti was a lazy name. He wasn't Italian. His last name was Bergettay. Probably French or Belgian. But it sounded like Spaghetti. Nicknames seemed to follow one of three rules - some kind of personal descriptor like Troll or Shark. Something they could poke fun at you with like Assmunch and Wanker. Or something stupid and completely off the mark like Sleeper and Spaghetti so it would get under your skin.
Spaghetti said they did have a weather sensor that would tell barometric pressure and temperature, but it didn't have the piece that measured wind speed, which was a three foot rod with a top made of spokes that had cups attached, and a wire ran back to the unit to give a readout. Sleeper didn't care about wind speed... what he cared about was wind chill, which could be calculated from temperature and wind speed. Sleeper went ahead and took the book sized unit. It had a grey screened digital readout like a digital watch or calculator only the screen was about 8 inches tall and six wide. Super fancy. Spaghetti had cycled it on and the readout was showing a temperature in the shelter of 57 degrees. Practically tropical. The brothers had done an amazing job for having to throw something together in just a few hours. Sleeper suddenly thought of the other Platoons. He would have to ask Sarge for an update when he got here. Calling into Base to get gossip was not authorized.
"C'mon Zeus, let's get this done."
"Wait sleeper, we need eye covering if we're going out in the open. The temperature is bad enough, but we'll be exposed to the full wind. First rule, no exposed skin."
Well shit, that blows plan number one, Sleeper thought. He planned to get away from the brothers so he could kiss Zeus. Puta's kiss put a sour pit in his stomach. He knew Zeus liked to kiss him and he'd fought it before feeling it was too intimate. But that was all changed now. He WANTED to show Zeus he was okay with being intimate. Everything that had happened in the last 24 hours since they'd left the barracks had built up to drive Sleeper's emotions for Zeus into new territory. The nothing argument over the sleeping bag. The way Zeus just took charge in the shelter doing what Sleeper had fucked up the previous night, zipping their bags together so that Sleeper HAD to join him. Zeus didn't talk about it or whine, didn't want to share his feelings, he just did the thing he wanted to do. Then, when he snuggled up to Sleeper, waiting until everyone was asleep. Then taking charge and taking what he wanted, something Sleeper himself couldn't manage to make happen the night before even though that's what he was going for. Then that feeling of connection when Zeus held him, both of them cumming from almost no kind of movement just the amazing feel of being together, from Zeus's arms squeezing him, the sound of his breath through his mouth. And then falling asleep just like that so relaxed like being in Zeus's arms was the best place in the whole world. Zeus hadn't even moved or pulled out when they were woken up by Wanker's gangbang, or rather Demon throwing a justified fit. And they fell asleep again just like they did before. They only slept for four hours, but it was the best night's sleep Sleeper had ever had. Then, the brotherhood's response to Wanker, then Puta, and Puta coming to free Zeus of concern. And of course, the kiss that Sleeper thought he was okay with but found out the more he thought about it the more he didn't like it. Finally, Zeus's easy dismissal of getting to participate in whatever meat fest was happening behind that curtain and the words `I have you'. Sleeper had never felt so out of his element while still so comfortably happy. So yeah, Zeus was going to get a kiss, as many kisses as he wanted.