Hanson opened the door and the faint smell of vanilla and sage greeted him. He entered the nearly dark room and examined his surroundings. There were scented candles placed in groups around the edges of the space, creating a diffuse, muted glow. Some incense burned and streamed fragrant sage smoke into the air. A queen-size bed sat against one wall, and the headboard held numerous implements and supplies associated with sex. There was lubricant, two dildos, and rings made of rubber and metal (Hanson didn't know what those were).
He frowned nervously at the assortment of paraphernalia. Kline was behind him and he stepped farther inside to let him enter.
"Shut the door." James said. He sat in a padded wicker chair shaped like a large bowl. He was just wearing his sweat shorts - his shirt had disappeared. One hand was draped languidly across his slim middle, and his eyes rested on the two marines.
Kline shut the door and turned back toward the sailor. James stared at the two men and felt himself becoming extremely aroused. He determined to make this last as long as possible.
"Captain Hanson. You look tense."
Hanson glared at the half-naked sailor. "Yeah. I wonder why."
"Lt. Kline. Undress the Captain."
Kline gulped and Hanson swore under his breath. Then the Captain turned so he was facing the Lt. Kline reached out and began unbuttoning Hanson's shirt. His hands were shaking a bit and the Captain stoically submitted to the procedure.
"Calm down, Kline." He looked at his Lt. with what he hoped was a calm expression. "Relax, all right?" Hanson realized that Kline might bolt if he didn't try and calm the man. Hanson made himself look relaxed. "Just do what he says."
Kline nodded. "All right sir." The big Lt. seemed to settle down a bit and he concentrated on the shirt buttons. Every now and then he would look at Hanson's face for his silent permission to continue.
Kline pulled the unbuttoned shirt out of Hanson's pants, and took it off of him. Then he reached down and pulled the perfectly white t-shirt up and peeled it off Hanson's tight body.
James bit back a moan of desire and had to force himself to avoid touching his throbbing cock. "Now, put your arms around him, and kiss him." James' voice was more strained, as he fought his aggressive sexual desires.
The Lt. wrapped his thick arms around the smaller man. He glanced at Hanson's face and saw him give a tight nod of permission. "Sorry sir." He said quietly. Then he leaned down and gently kissed Hanson. He felt the Captain's arms circling around him and the warmth of his body. With a bit of shock, he felt his dick twitch and begin to get hard in response to the contact. He broke the kiss and cleared his throat.
"Now finish taking off his clothes."
Hanson's face was flushed and an odd expression met Kline's eye when he looked at him. Silently, Kline knelt and took off Hanson's shoes and socks. Then he reached up and unbuckled the Captain's belt. His forearm accidentally brushed Hanson's groin and he felt an obvious erection through the material of the pants.
"Sorry." Hanson looked embarrassed. "Happened when you kissed me."
Kline was relieved it wasn't just him. "It's all right sir. Bound to happen."
Hanson still didn't look too happy about his lack of control, and Kline continued undressing him. He unbuttoned the slacks and unzipped them. Then he gently pulled them down and Hanson stepped out of them. Hanson's boxers did little to hide his erection. Kline looked at it as he reached to remove the boxers. He put his hands on each side of the Captain's pelvis and pulled the shorts down. Hanson looked down at him with an apologetic expression on his face. His dick sprang out and stuck nearly straight out. It was almost 7" long, cut, and it moved slightly with every heartbeat. Kline stood.
"Return the favor, Captain." James felt like he was going to spontaneously jizz all over himself. He allowed his hand to rub his dick and balls every once in a while, and even that was causing him to leak pre-come in his shorts.
Hanson went to work. He started on Kline's boots and socks, then he began taking off his shirt. Kline stood there, and had a nervous expression on his face. Hanson realized that Kline was facing Crawford, and could see what the sailor was doing. There was a reason that Hanson chose to stand with his back to him, and that was it. Hanson smirked at Kline's face and took off the man's shirt. He was beginning to relax a little. So far he was finding this bearable; not fun, but bearable.
Hanson reached down and tugged on Kline's belt. He unbuckled it, and he looked down to see what he was doing and noticed that Kline had a raging hard on. "You too, eh?" He asked, and unfastened Kline's pants.
"Yeah. Sorry."
"It's fine. Like you said, `bound to happen'." Hanson pulled down Kline's pants then stripped the underwear from his hips. Kline had a monstrous dick. Hanson tried to ignore it, but it was just huge.
"Goddamn it." Amazed, Hanson stared openly at the man's cock, and then he looked down at his own. "I thought mine was big."
Kline turned several shades of dark red but didn't say anything. James let out another not-quite stifled groan upon seeing the animal resting between Kline's legs. It wasn't freakish, but it was pushing that boundary. It hung hard and low, pointing down from its own weight. It was a little over 8" long, and it was thick. Really thick.
"Grip it in your hand." James was now openly playing with his dick, his shorts around his ankles and he lay back in the chair, stroking himself slowly.
Hanson reached out and wrapped his hand around Kline's cock. It was very hot, and he felt it respond to his grip by getting even harder than it had been. Kline moaned just a bit. Hanson realized that his fingers didn't quite go all the way around it.
James stopped playing with himself and was breathing hard. He nearly got off when Hanson grabbed Kline's dick. He'd meant for Kline to do it, but this worked even better.
"Lt. Why don't you go lay down on the bed?" James' voice was shaky, and his cock leaked constantly now. He knew he could get off any second he wanted, but he made himself wait.
Kline walked to the bed lay down on his back. Hanson looked back at James, waiting for him to tell him what to do.
James had a devilish idea occur to him then. "I will now give you gentlemen a choice. I can come over there and suck you both off, or you can get one another off however you wish."
A strangled noise came from Kline. "Captain. Please. I don't want him touching me." He said and stared at Hanson. James smiled. Just what he'd hoped for. Hanson looked at James, then got on the bed and lay next to Kline.
"What do you want me to do, Kline?" He asked softly and let himself look at Kline's body.
"I ... I just thought there was one choice." Kline blinked. "Could you ... jerk me off?"
In the way of an answer, Hanson reached down and gripped Kline's dick. The Lt. exhaled as he started to stroke him. After a few moments Captain Hanson felt a warm hand close on his cock. Kline didn't stroke him; it was more like a massage for his dick. He took his fingers and rubbed down the underside of it, creating a sensation Hanson had never experienced.
"That's ... that's pretty nice." Hanson breathed. "That will do it if you keep it up." Kline didn't say anything and kept rubbing.
James watched the men playing with one another. He felt dizzy with desire and the need to get off. He squirmed until he got a finger up his ass and he began stroking like mad. As soon as he started, he knew he was going to come.
He saw Kline arch his back and Hanson kept jerking the Lt. until he started to shoot. Kline cried out and shot on his own chest, and once on Hanson's. James counted four more spurts of liquid that flew from Kline's monster cock. Finally, he finished with a shudder. Then he got up on his knees and put one hand on Hanson's balls and rubbed his dick with the other. Hanson lay back and James watched as the orgasm worked its way through the marine. His eyes rolled back in his head and unconsciously he curled his toes then arched his back, and he shot a huge wad on Kline's arm. Kline kept rubbing and playing, coaxing the semen from him until Hanson stopped coming.
Both men panted and looked dazedly at one another.
"I think that went well." James had stood up and walked to the bedside. He had his own semen all over his belly, groin and neck. "You can both clean up before you go. In fact, I'd advise it." He sniffed the air in the room. "You smell like sex." He grinned and picked up his shorts off the ground. He walked out into his bathroom and started the shower. "Oh," he poked his head back in the room as the two of them were trying to find all their clothes, "be back here next week, same day, same time."
Hanson and Kline wiped themselves semi-clean and dressed. They walked back out to the Ranger parked in the lot and got in. Lost in their own thoughts, neither spoke on the way back.