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Sucking It Up is a companion story for In It For Life (the sequel to Prison Island). For people who have already read the two other stories, published here, on Nifty, it's about Mouse's life in the army, how he got to know captain Reynolds and other people. There will be some intersections with the main storyline from In It For Life, but it will be mainly about Mouse and how he uses his mouth to make friends while serving the country.
You can find Prison Island, here on Nifty, at this link: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/prison-island/
And In It For Life, here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/in-it-for-life/
Sucking It Up
"Have you done this before with older men?"
The captain's question sounded a bit innocent, seeing what Mouse had used to do for a living. There was no point in lying. "Yeah," he said and gave the engorged head another lazy lick. After being blown twice, Reynolds had let him play with it as he saw fit. So, he was taking his time.
He couldn't tell whether the captain was disappointed in him or not for having sucked numerous older dicks in his life. Still, Mouse wanted Reynolds to know everything about him. He felt like he could trust the guy. "I used to work the streets," he explained while he took the whole head in his mouth and then released it with a satisfied pop. "Selling whatever parts of my body men wanted to use and were willing to pay for."
The captain let out a short grunt. "By choice?"
"Not exactly, at first. But I learned to like it fast enough. Maybe I've always needed dick in my life," Mouse said and chuckled.
Reynolds caressed his head. "How old were you when you started?"
Mouse didn't want this conversation to go down on some pitying path. "Old enough, young enough, you know. I knew what I was doing, don't worry. And it was a fun way to make money."
Did the captain at least know what he had been charged with? Why this stint of his in the army was still about doing time?
"I'm not judging you."
Mouse let go of the cock in his mouth and looked up. "You saw my file, I suppose."
"Yes. I know you're paying dues," Reynolds said.
"And? Don't you feel tempted to judge me for that, either?"
"No, not at all. I measure men by where they are right now."
"That's some crazy ass thinking." Mouse laughed and continued to lick the head. Precum was pooling in the snake eye and he lapped at it. He let out a soft moan as his cock pushed against the mattress.
He was lying on his belly, between the captain's legs. This way, he could hump the bed while playing with his favorite toy.
"Or maybe I liked you the moment I saw you," the captain said with a chuckle of his own.
"For real? Have you ever played with guys like me?" Mouse lifted his eyes, curious to see what Reynolds had to say.
"No. You're the first." The captain shook his head. "But that doesn't mean that I haven't thought about it now and then."
"Wow," Mouse said and smirked. "And you've never been tempted to put some soldier under you?"
"To put him to do what?"
"That was the joke, captain. To put a guy under you and give it to him hard in his boy pussy." The cock in Mouse's hand sprang with renewed joy. Wow, so the captain was a master of restraint until he was not.
"You're a naughty boy," Reynolds commented and stroked his hair firmly yet gently. "Being an army man is a hard life. But I heard you don't let anyone fuck you."
Mouse had been about to delve into the topic of missing wedding rings, but seeing how the captain wanted to tease him, he couldn't say no. "Well, I need to draw a line with these fuckers. They're idiots. Not all of them."
"Lowes," Reynolds said. "Which one is he? An idiot or not?"
"He's smart," Mouse replied. "But he's looking for trouble. So, maybe not so smart."
"What kind of trouble?"
"Sir, am I here to properly suck your cock or to rat on my mates?"
"Hey, I'm caring for all you boys equally. If there's something I can do to help--"
"Unless you can make Mannard understand that he's falling fag and hard for Ryan, I don't see what you can do, sir. Stuff like that just has to run his course, you know?"
"So, you're not only an expert oral sex provider, you're also good at giving relationship advice?" the captain joked.
"Oral sex," Mouse repeated and snorted. "You're such a straight lace, captain. Come on, fuck my mouth, I'm dying of thirst here."
Reynolds pressed his head down and Mouse happily swallowed the man to the hilt. "You're so good," the captain said breathlessly. "I can't believe that a man can be so good at this. I thought that if it ever happened, I wouldn't be able to get over the fact that it's a man sucking me off."
It looked like such doubts were groundless. The captain was hiking his hips up, off the mattress, only to get more into Mouse's mouth and throat.
So good not to have a gag reflex. Reynolds' cock slid down his throat with ease, going in and out, in and out, and allowing him to use all his oral sex expertise, as the man called it, to milk him dry.
This time, he wanted to experience the taste more, so he pulled back and teased the head, going down again and again, until he sensed that the captain was getting near. When that happened, he held the cock by its base and guided its spray into his mouth, making the jizz coat his tongue and pour down his chin. He took delight in playing with the cum, licking his lips, bringing the drops about to go to waste back into his mouth and voicing his pleasure. "Sir, your cum is just delicious."
Reynolds laughed and threw one arm over his eyes. "Ahab, promise me this won't get back at me and bite me in the ass. `Cause I might just feel tempted to believe that it was worth it."
"Told you, sir. You don't have to worry about a thing with me. No one will know. Not from me."
The captain moved his middle finger over Mouse's chin, gathering the remaining cum and then offered it to him. Mouse quickly wrapped his tongue around it and made a show of sucking it. Reynolds' eyes were unfocused as he took in the scene.
"May I jerk off, sir?" he whispered. "I need to get off."
That pulled Reynolds from whatever thoughts he was getting himself lost in. "Yes, of course."
"Can I do it here?" Mouse asked, risking a little. It was one thing for the straight as an arrow captain to get his rocks off by letting his cock sucked, but maybe he didn't want to see some guy jerking off.
"Come here," Reynolds said gently.
Mouse gasped as his commander felt his crotch and pulled out his aching cock. The man's hand was hard, and his grip was vicelike, but Mouse couldn't complain. It was his captain, his superior, jerking him off, so he needed to bite the inside of his cheek to make sure that he wasn't just imagining things. He lay next to Reynolds, enjoying how the man stroked his cock with a focused expression on his face. "Oh, sir, oh, please," he moaned while his toes curled in his boots.
It didn't take him long. His cum came off so strongly that it hit him in the face. He moaned, low in his chest, as he dropped on the bed. Reynolds touched his lips and he opened them to welcome fresh new cum, his own.
"Do you like eating cum?" Reynolds asked. "A lot?"
"Yeah," Mouse whispered dreamily while the captain continued to feed him.
The heavy look in the man's eyes told him that he might just have stumbled over a very particular fetish. "Doesn't your wife drink your cum, sir?"
Reynolds closed his eyes and winced. Then, he moved away.
"She doesn't know what she's missing," Mouse dared a little more. "I'd eat it, drink it, suck it through a straw, if it's yours."
Reynolds chuckled and kissed his forehead shortly. "Now that was a good picture to put in my head, Ahab. Don't make me ask you how much you can take."
"We should test that," Mouse offered.
Reynolds patted his leg. "It's time for you to go back to your quarters, soldier. I'm counting on your discretion."
"You don't have to tell that to me, sir. I'm here to serve. You, mainly."
"And the other boys." Reynolds shook his head with mirth while Mouse got to his feet and adjusted his pants. "I'm glad they're so red-blooded straight men or else they might start fighting over you. So, you say Mannard has feelings for Lowes?"
"Nah, I said nothing, sir," Mouse said and grinned.
"Alright. But if they start fighting, don't let them gouge their eyes out. Promise me you'll come to me."
"I promise you I can knock some sense into them if need be. But I will report to you if things get out of hand," Mouse said quickly. "We're a team here. Thick as thieves."
Reynolds approved with a nod of the head. Mouse climbed the bed and gave one last loving kiss to the captain's mighty yet now sleepy cock. "Nice to meet you," he said while staring at it.
"You're good friends with many cocks?" Reynolds asked.
"Usually, more than with their owners," Mouse said promptly. "In your case, though, I'd like that to be the case."
"You can count on me, soldier," Reynolds said. "I'm on your side."
Mouse straightened up and saluted. "Thank you for the cock, sir. It was exquisite."
That made Reynolds laugh. "Get out of here before I feel tempted to give you more of it."
Mouse smiled with satisfaction as he walked out of his commander's quarters. Who said dreams didn't come true? And he had someone he could turn into an ally now. But all in due time.
"The fuck you're smiling like that?" Jordan dug into the sand with his shovel and threw Mouse a murderous look.
"The fuck you care?" Mouse shot at him and continued to dig without giving two shits about his companion.
"If you tell anyone about that--"
"Oh, screw you, asshole," Mouse interrupted him. "Not everything's about you."
Jordan was red in the face. He was boiling and reasoning with him was, most probably, not an option.
Mouse sighed and rested his forearms on the handle of his shovel. "Look, it never happened, right? Ryan won't say a word, either."
"You two," Jordan started and threw his shovel angrily away, "keep on giving me the eye and giggle like fucking bitches all the fucking time!"
Mouse dropped his shovel, too. "Jordan, you're a fucking idiot. Ryan doesn't give a shit about you. That was your only time with him getting on his knees for you, don't worry."
That was the wrong thing to say. Jordan got redder in the face and tried to land a punch. Mouse caught his wrist swiftly and pulled him abruptly, making him stumble and fall on his face. Then, he quickly straddle the idiot and pulled his arms back, hard enough to make it serious. "Listen to me," Mouse said, low and deadly, "you have a fucking anger problem. Deal with it, or you'll end up in the hole. And it won't be my fault. Now, shoot. What do you want?"
"For you and that fucker with his pencil dick to stop talking shit about me," Jordan said as he struggled and struggled to get free.
Mouse wasn't maybe the strongest in his unit, but he knew how to use his body. He continued to hold Jordan down, locking his arms in such a way that it would hurt without being damaging. "Heed my words, asshole," he said. "Ryan and I don't care about you. We never talk about you. Whatever you think you're seeing, it's only in your head."
Jordan grunted as he tried to break free. Mouse didn't mind keeping him there until nightfall if need be. Eventually, the asshole understood that there was no point. "Okay, I get it. Now let me go." He still sounded irritated, and now Mouse had a mind to get to the bottom of things.
"Not so fast. What the fuck do you care even if Ryan and I were talking about you? What could we say? That we sucked your dick? The others might envy you for it."
"You don't care because you're a fag," Jordan growled at him.
"If you're a fag because some dudes sucked your dick, then more than half the unit is it. I've sucked off plenty of them. Where the fuck do you see a problem? I just don't get you." Mouse sat comfortably on top of Jordan's ass. "So, spit it out. Your fucking problem. Why the fuck do you still see red in front of your eyes like this? Trying to pick a fight with me all the time?"
Jordan no longer struggled but he fell into a sullen silence.
Mouse tsked and let him go. "Let's finish our fucking job. I don't want the captain to make me do laps around the camp only because you have fucking issues."
He ignored Jordan and returned to his work. Any moment now, the asshole would try to attack him from behind. Much to his surprise, that didn't happen. Jordan picked his shovel and started digging.
"Why does he like you?"
Mouse pursed his lips. Jordan was a punk, an idiot who wanted things his way without knowing why he wanted them in the first place. He could make it hard for him and pretend he had no idea what he was talking about. But he decided against it. "Because I'm honest with him."
Jordan let his head hung low as he dug with ferocious moves. "You're honest? Are you two going to be boyfriends or something?"
"No," Mouse replied. "I have one,... no, actually two of those. They're enough for me. Ryan's free game."
Jordan grunted and stopped. "I'm not a fag."
Mouse shrugged without looking at him. "Neither is Ryan."
"I don't want him to be my boyfriend or some shit."
"I'm pretty sure Ryan doesn't want you to want that, either."
"But he sucked my cock."
"Man, why the fuck are you trying to make things so complicated? You no longer have a girlfriend. Ryan doesn't have any attachments back home, either, as far as I know. So, you can fool around and suck each other's dicks, and no one has to know. It's getting off, it's what it is," he concluded.
Jordan looked down and continued to dig without saying a word. "How should I tell him?"
"Tell him what?" Mouse grunted. The work was starting to get to him.
"You know." Jordan pushed his shovel into the dirt and came closer. "How do I ask him for another blowjob?" he whispered.
Mouse looked at him. "Don't be an asshole about it. Just show him that you like him."
"I don't like him like he's some girl," Jordan insisted.
"I know. Ryan knows. Just tone down the douchebag act. Do something nice for him."
"The fuck you mean by that? Do I have to bring him flowers for him to suck my dick?"
"No, you idiot. We just established that Ryan is no chick, and you don't have to treat him like one, either. Now, put that melon to good use. Help him with something. Talk to him without calling him `pencil dick' or whatever. That would be a huge step for you."
"And he'll suck my dick?"
Mouse groaned and brushed the sweat off his forehead. "Is shit usually that easy for you? Did girls drop and suck your cock when you weren't in the army?"
Jordan's face scrunched up in an almost comical fashion. "Some did, but they were skanks."
"So, you wanted a nice girl and ended up with one who didn't suck your cock," Mouse pointed out.
"Yeah, something like that," Jordan admitted. "But she left me for that asshole."
Mouse shrugged. "That's life, man. No way around it, what can I tell you? Now, all you need to do is to make friends with Ryan. Don't just go and ask him to suck your cock. You don't do that."
"I can ask you that," Jordan said and threw him a sideway glance.
"If you want to keep things simple, yeah. Do you want a blowjob?"
Jordan searched Mouse's face, as if he was trying to figure out if it was a joke or not. "No," he said and ground his teeth hard. "I just want Ryan to do it."
"Then work on it," Mouse said and returned to his digging. "Now, get busy with that shovel. We're not long till dinner."
Mouse woke up as someone was feeling his chest. It took him a moment to realize that it was Ryan. "Ahab," the guy whispered, "let's go outside for a minute."
"I'm tired as fuck, Peewee," Mouse whispered back. "Is it that important?"
"I'll make it worth your while. Tell me your favorite food, and I'll make sure the cook will have the ingredients next time we get supplies."
Mouse sighed. He carefully got out of bed and only put a pair of pants on. He followed Ryan outside and into the tent where they had fooled around before. They were barely inside that Ryan attacked him by hugging him tightly and kissing him.
Now, that was a thought, but Mouse was still fighting the sleep hanging from his eyelids. "Wait, wait," he pushed Ryan away a bit, "what's with the horny act, dude?"
Ryan held him close. "I can't not think of you. All day long. Can you teach me how to kiss?"
Oh, boy, he had to deal with a boy crush. Mouse knew he had been clear about not giving Ryan more than he could, but it looked like it wasn't so easy for the guy to understand that. "Ryan, sweetie, babe, kitten," he said jokingly while cupping the boy's cheeks, "I told you. I can't take you as my boyfriend."
"I'm not saying that. And I'm straight anyway," Ryan pointed out too hurriedly for that to be the truth. "Come on, it's tit for tat. I'll make your life around here as easy as possible. And, in return, teach me how to kiss. How to suck a cock properly."
He had to give Peewee points for being relentless. On the one hand, it should have been better to nip it all in the bud, but he had a feeling that Ryan would take it hard, and he actually liked the guy. So, he rested his forearms on Ryan's shoulders. "Do you know who's nuts about your ass?"
"If it's not you, I don't care," Ryan said, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't supposed to be this sincere about his feelings.
"Ah, damn." Mouse moved closer and began kissing Ryan's slowly, coaxing him into opening his mouth. "Jordan keeps pestering me about you." He licked Ryan's lips and then tasted the inside. "And he's a really good kisser, you know?" He actually had no idea.
"He's an ass. He only cares about getting off," Ryan whispered while Mouse gave him little breaks.
"He's an oaf, but he likes you. He just doesn't know how to say it. How about giving him a chance?"
"A chance to make fun of me? No way." Ryan wrapped his hands around Mouse's neck and began kissing back, even if clumsily and without perfect aim.
"How about if I'm present?" Mouse offered and continued to give Ryan small pointers through soft flickers and licks with his tongue. "I'll make sure he behaves."
Ryan squirmed in his arms. "I don't want Jordan. I want you because you're nice."
Well, he had tried. "How about I give you a hand?" he suggested. "I'll teach you everything you want, but I'm sleeping in my boots right now."
Ryan didn't mind being turned with his back to Mouse and moaned as his cock was pulled out and taken in hand. He moved his hips, pushing into Mouse's fist.
The tent flap opened, catching them directly in the act. Mouse sighed in relief when he saw it was only Jordan. Ryan grabbed his cock, pulling it from Mouse's hand and pushed it back in his pants. "The hell you want, Mannard?"
"I'm keeping an eye on you two," Jordan said gruffly. "Always doing something weird."
"People jerk off. It's not weird," Ryan shot back.
"Kids, kids," Mouse intervened. "I see that you two don't see eye to eye, but let's call truce. How about some honesty? Jordan, you first."
He took a step back and observed everything, like a referee. "Oh, fuck me," he groaned, "Jordan has the hots for you, Ryan. No joke." He expected a rebuke of some kind from Jordan, but none came.
"I do," Jordan said aggressively. "Ahab here is right. I dig you."
Ryan's resolve seemed to be shaking. However, he wasn't ready to let go. "You just want me to suck your dick, and then it's going to be all over the place. You'll laugh on my behalf."
"I won't," Jordan said and shook his head. "If I do, you're free to beat me up for it."
"Like you'd let me."
"Ahab can help you. He can hold me, and you can turn me into your punching bag," Jordan insisted.
"You really want your dick sucked that badly?" Ryan asked.
"By you. Just by you. Just the other day, I refused Ahab. Tell him," Jordan said and turned toward Mouse.
"Yeah, it's true. The only annoying thing here is that both of you call me Ahab instead of Mouse."
"The captain calls you Ahab," Jordan said.
"You seem to like it," Ryan added.
"Are you both having a crush on me or something?" Mouse provoked them.
"What? No fucking way!" That was Jordan.
Ryan was quiet.
"Do you have a crush on Mouse?" Jordan asked aggressively.
"No, he doesn't," Mouse intervened. Jordan was getting worked up for nothing. "Both of you, follow me." He moved further inside. Feeling the objects around him, he managed to find the electric lamp and turned it on. "I'll teach you how to deal with one another. Take off your shirts." Unlike him, they were a bit overdressed. "Now, Jordan, show Ryan you can kiss."
"But kissing a dude is gay," Jordan complained.
"Let's not get into a debate over what's gay and what's not. Just do as I say."
Ryan remained silent. He stood rigidly as Jordan moved closer.
"Are you two going to take all night only to touch?" Mouse teased them. "Jordan, you kept telling me how much you like Ryan. Well, if you like him, kiss him. And no, it's not gay, because we're here, there aren't any girlfriends around, and guys need to get off."
That seem to finally embolden Jordan to take action. That was one way of saying it. Jordan grabbed Ryan, wrapping his hands around the guy's throat and began to kiss him like a savage. Ryan staggered and had to grab on Jordan's arms to keep upright, but he wasn't struggling to get away.
Jordan stopped. His breath was hard and uneven. "I want to fuck you," he told Ryan abruptly.
"What? No fucking way," Ryan revolted.
"I can't," Jordan said breathlessly, "I need to fuck you. Fuck, you're always moving around, shaking your tight small ass, and I can't stop thinking about sinking my dick in you and blowing my load."
Mouse came nearer. He grabbed Jordan by the shoulders, although the guy did nothing to release Ryan from his hold. "I just fucking want you," Jordan continued. He kissed Ryan again, and by the sounds the other was making, Peewee was not that against getting fucked. That was quite the confession, right there.
Jordan's hands were on the waist of Ryan's pants, pushing them down. Then, he used them to grab Ryan's ass cheeks and pull them apart, while his kissing was getting wilder and sloppier. Ryan seemed dizzy when he was turned and pushed down. He wasn't fighting it, just burying his face in the crook of his elbows and breathing hard, too.
Jordan knelt behind him, pushing his knees apart, but that was where Mouse knew he had to intervene. "Jordan, Ryan never got fucked in the bum, okay? Let's not rush here."
Jordan already had his hard throbbing cock in his hand. He stared at Mouse, not understanding a word. He was like a bull in heat, bloodshot eyes and everything. Mouse pushed him only slightly away so that he had enough room to grab Ryan's ass and quickly put his tongue in. He rimmed with dedication, enjoying how Ryan quivered in his hands. "Find something," he whispered to Jordan. "Something to use as lube."
That seemed enough to convince Jordan to get to his feet and searched through the supplies.
"Hey, watch it," Mouse warned him. "You're going to wake up the whole unit." He took the cream Jordan handed to him. Not ideal, but greasy enough. He squirted some in his palm and began to prepare Ryan, who was moaning softly as his ass was getting opened up.
"Let me," Jordan said abruptly and pushed Mouse away. He used more of the cream and stuffed three fingers in Ryan's ass. "Oh, fuck, oh, how tight you are. You're going to feel so good on my cock, you little bitch."
Mouse observed Ryan, but the guy seemed too far gone to care about being called a bitch. He was pushing his ass up, letting Jordan finger him. But Jordan's patience was running out and he threw the cream away. He mounted Ryan and pushed his cock inside him.
Mouse was fast to catch Ryan's head and muffle his cry with a deep kiss. He held the boy tightly while Jordan groaned and pushed himself inside fully. "Don't move just yet," he warned Jordan while holding Ryan's head to his chest and stroking his hair. "Let Ryan get used to your girth and length. It will be easier later."
"I need to move," Jordan let out, grunting and moaning. "Fuck, this is so good. Fuck, you're tight and good. I knew you'd be like this. Your fucking ass, Ryan, your fucking ass." To make good on his words, he began slapping the other guy's butt cheeks with joy.
"I fucking hate you," Ryan moaned. He hung from Mouse, struggling to keep him near. "It hurts," he whispered.
Mouse wiped the boy's tears and kissed him. "It will get better. Just let me give this ass some pointers. Unless you want him to stop."
"What? I can't stop!" Jordan protested. "I'm finally inside this tight ass!"
"He can fuck me," Ryan said. "Just go ahead, asshole," he mumbled, "fuck me already."
Mouse brought Ryan's face close for a kiss. He caressed not only his head, but his back, too, now sweaty and damp. He used one hand to run it along the crack, above Jordan's cock. To ease Ryan's distress, he pulled at his ass cheeks, making more room for Jordan's cock to go in and out.
"You're so good, you're so fucking good," Jordan growled again and again.
Ryan had his arms wrapped around Mouse's neck, not letting go, and Mouse continued to kiss him.
"I... fucking... love... you," Jordan growled one last time and pushed himself deep inside Ryan's ass.
Wow. Mouse felt Ryan freezing in his arms at that sudden confession. He helped him away and turned him, holding his small but hard dick. In front of them, Jordan was still kneeling, his cock leaking cum, his eyes wild. "If you love him so much, suck his dick," Mouse ordered. "Do you want me to make you?"
Jordan looked at him like a trapped animal. Any moment now, he'd stagger out of there, but instead, he lay on his belly and put his mouth on Ryan's cock, closing his eyes.
"Look at that, Ryan," Mouse whispered in Ryan's ear. "Jordan is eating your cock like it's a lollipop."
Ryan moaned and squirmed, bucking his hips up. Jordan grabbed his ass and helped him fuck his mouth until Ryan cried out.
Mouse watched Jordan as he straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The wild look was gone from his face. Now, he was just confused.
And he staggered back, as earlier predicted, pushing his cock back, grabbing his t-shirt and, then, he ran away.
Mouse continued to hold Ryan. "Does your ass hurt a lot?" he asked.
"Not that much," Ryan whispered. "Mouse, did I imagine it or Jordan fucking Mannard just said that he loves me?"
"Dudes say all kind of crazy shit while nutting," Mouse explained. "However, in this case, it might be true. Just handle him with care. He's the explosive kind."
To his relief, Ryan chuckled. "I know. He exploded in my ass."
"How was it?" Mouse asked.
"Better than I thought it would be, especially with an asshole like him. Although it did feel like he wanted to split me in two."
"I'll help you wash. And I'll take care of your ass a little, if you don't mind."
"I don't. Hey, would you like to fuck me, too?" Ryan turned his head and stared at him all innocently.
"You're nuts. You just got your first cock. Take it easy," Mouse advised, but he was laughing.
Peewee was one hell of a dude, after all.
tbc
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