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The Military Network Part 5
Captain Sam Kerry sped down the Maryland highway. His mind was awash with the excitement that lay in front on him. The next meeting of The Network lay just a few miles ahead of him. He wasn't sure which would burst with excitement first, his heart or his dick.
Sam wondered to himself whether Major Matthew Condley would be joining them tonight. Sam wasn't even sure he got the invite. The two still hadn't talked in quite awhile. The last time they spoke, the whole conversation had centered around Matt's imploding marriage and Sergeant First Class Nate Atkinson's deceased wife. To say the conversation was bleak would be an understatement.
Sam felt a surge of guilt thinking about Matt. He knew Matt was going through some seriously difficult times. Sam knew he should be a better support system for him, given their history, but Sam was so busy with the baby on the way and company command chewing on every minute of his time.
As Sam thought more deeply about it, his guilt on grew. If he was honest with himself, he could have found the time to be a better friend. What time he did have, though, he spent with Colonel Gorham. Their situation together was light and carefree. There was no drama with it; no heaviness.
Sam and Matt had confessed their feelings for each other awhile ago. What did Sam's unwillingness to be there during the hard times say about the true strength of those feelings?
Sam wondered if his actions in some way weren't spurred from the desire to protect himself. Sam's wife knew about his bisexuality; she could tolerate it. He had a baby on the way. There was a stability do his marriage. Matt's life was imploding. His marriage was ending. He had two kids already that would be caught in the fray of a bitter divorce. Would Matt date? Would he re-marry? Would he pursue a straight' life or a gay' life or something in between? Would he re-locate? There was so much uncertainty surrounding Matt especially considering the chances of he and Matt actually ending up together, despite their feelings, was so unlikely. Sam had no intention of leaving his wife, not with her accepting who he was and with a baby on the way. Sam figured Matt would have that same situation going for him too which would greatly simplify their relationship. There would never have been a true opportunity to have a life together. Certainly, baring an extreme situation, there wasn't an opportunity now for them to truly be together.
Lost in his thoughts, Sam almost missed the sign for the exit he needed and veered right onto the exit ramp.
Matt knocked quietly at the door. He was so nervous. He felt a shiver race up his spine.
No answer.
Matt knocked again more loudly this time. The anticipation was killing him.
He could hear a soft rustling from inside. He felt a slight relief that someone was actually home. He heard footsteps coming his direction.
Finally, the door swung open. Matt's heart surged.
"Matt," Said a startled voice "WhatÉwhat are you doing here? How did you know I was home and back from the beach?" questioned SFC Nate Atkinson.
Feeling slightly embarrassed Matt replied, "I haven't heard from you in a long time. I asked around Ðheard you were finally back in town. I felt like I had to stop by and see how you're doing." Matt replied demurely.
Nate's haggard, pale face brightened a little bit. "WowÉthis is just uhh unexpected. My place is a mess." He replied with an embarrassed tone.
"C'mon man I don't care about that. Can I come in? I brought you some coffee." Matt stated warmly.
Nate hesitated. He seemed to be contemplating whether he'd actually invite Matt in. He looked awful; pale, tired, bags under his eyes, hair uncut, unshaven.
Matt smiled reassuringly as Nate looked at him expectantly.
"Ahh what the hell man. Come on in." He said, slight enthusiasm rising in his voice.
The two headed to the living room. Nate cleared off the trash from the living room table and plowed an open spot on the couch for Matt to sit; throwing the clothes that had been there carelessly across the room onto the floor.
An awkward silence clung to the room. A stale, slightly odorous air hung in gripped the space.
Matt broke the silence. "Listen, I can't fathom what you've been going through with losing your wife. I'm not here to do anything more than say I'm here for you if you need someone. No pressure."
Nate seemed to be thinking about Matt's words. "I appreciate that. As you can probably tell, I'm a bit of a mess. Not really sure what to do with my life at this point. Feelings pretty rudderless." Nate sputtered quietly.
"Are youÉuhhÉseeing anyone? I mean seeing anyone to help Ð you know professionally?" Matt asked carefully.
"No. Didn't think I needed to Ð thought some time away would provide more clarity - but I think I'm going to see someone over at Walter Reed. I need help. I can admit that." Nate replied.
"That's a solid first step." Matt replied. "I don't want to take up too much of your time. I know you're going through a lot. Maybe I can stop by next week to check in on ya? Or better yet maybe I can get you out of this apartment for a jog or coffee?"
"You know, I received every single one of your texts. I appreciate you reaching out." Nate stated abruptly ignoring Matt's statement.
"Well yeah that's what friends are for." Matt retorted casually.
Nate smiled as Matt stood up. "Before you go, what's been going on with you? Getting together with the other guys a lot?" Nate inquired.
Matt hesitated. He looked at the floor.
"It's fine if you have man. You gotta have your fun! Can't stop getting off because of me." Nate cooed playfully.
"It's not that. I haven't gotten together with the network in awhile." Matt remarked nervously.
"Oh?" Nate said with genuine surprise on his face, "What then? Why the nervous behavior?"
"Ah I've just been going through a lot. Nothing compared to you. I don't want to bother you with it." Matt uttered.
"You can tell me. I'm not going to burst into tears suddenly because of my dead wife, ya know?"
Matt looked at him skeptically, evaluating him.
"C'mon now, spit it out while we're still young." Nate teased.
"Well, I'm going through a divorce. My wife found out everything; couldn't handle it. Took the kids. It's been a bad couple of months." Matt said almost inaudibly, embarrassment on his face.
Nate paused and looked at him for a long time before answering.
"I'm so sorry. That's terrible. You have to be devastated." Nate said empathically.
"Yes and no. It's complicated and confusing. We can have this conversation a different time. Today is about you." Matt retorted while moving towards the door quickly.
"Yeah. Sure. I get it. Another time. Thanks again for the coffee." Nate remarked warmly.
Sam arrived at the hotel a few minutes early. He sat in his car, anxiously tapping his foot.
Within minutes, a knock on his car window startled him half to death. He glanced out the window quickly, it was Colonel Aaron Gorham, a wide smile on his face. Sam rolled down the window quickly.
"Hey there stud. Ready to go in? Room is ready for us." Aaron said with a mischievous smirk.
"Yep! When are the other guys getting here?" Sam replied.
"Few minutes. It'll only be two this time. Let's go, stud." Aaron said.
Aaron led the way up the stairwell to the third floor. Sam gave his ass a playful smack from behind. The two laughed.
When the door loudly shut behind them, Sam asked, "So who's coming today?"
"Two new guys Ð a Major. He's a bit older since he's prior-enlisted. And my FBI buddy. I talked him into coming."
Sam smiled widely. There was a forceful knock on the door.
Sam sprinted to answer. He swung the door open. The man was dressed in a dark black, well tailored suit. He wore dark sunglasses but removed them to reveal pale green eyes. His hand moved quickly to unsnap his bright golden badge on his belt. Sam paused to take in his features; close cropped blond hair, squared jaw, smooth clean-shaven face. He wore a holstered weapon on his left hip. He must have just come from work or was even still on duty. He definitely fit the stereotype of an FBI agent.
Sam said, "hello" and the main replied with a curt "hi" as he strode past Sam without being invited in.
He and Colonel Gorham exchanged pleasantries though the man's tone and demeanor were anything but pleasant. The man strode across the room to the safe, un-holstered his gun and placed it inside. Sam shot Aaron a nervous, furtive glance. Aaron shot back a reassuring it's ok' look.
As the man removed his suit jacked and shoes, Aaron said, "Mark Shultz this is Sam Kerry, Sam this is Mark. Mark and I know each other through mutual friends."
Mark nodded an acknowledgment to Sam and stated gruffly, "what are we waiting on? I don't have much time; wife is waiting for me to get home."
"Just a few more minutes, Mark." Aaron replied reassuringly.
Mark stood and dropped his well tailored black suit pants to reveal thick, hairy thighs. His right thigh was covered in a colorful tattoo. Mark slumped back into the bed, impatiently, in his tight gray underwear.
Another knock came at the door and Aaron was quick to answer it. Aaron and his guest strode back into the room.
"Everyone this is Israeli Major Avi Herschel. He's on loan to us from the Israeli Army as an advisor for the next year."
The man stood short, muscular, thick in front of them; he wore civilian attire; a five o'clock shadow etched across the dark skin of his face. This man had a presence, an aura of authority. He looked at the other men in the room, assessing them from his dark brown eyes.
"Evening." He said firmly.
The men looked around at each other for a brief moment before the FBI agent Mark Shultz stood. "Let's get to this already." He stated bluntly, dropping his underwear.
The Israeli Major smiled. "A man of action, I like that," he said in his firm, deep voice as he strode across the room. He pushed Mark back into the bed and took Mark's cock into his mouth.
Sam and Aaron looked at each other with surprise. Aaron shirked his shoulders and stripped within minutes. Sam followed his lead.
Aaron stepped up to Mark from the other side of the bed and helped him pull of his shirt.
Mark has a smooth, thick chest. His arms were thick. His left pec and left arm were covered in a tribal tattoo. Aaron leaned in to kiss Mark but Mark pushed him away.
"None of that gay bullshit. I'm here to get my cock sucked and fuck. That's it." Mark stated harshly.
Aaron, a bit taken aback, moved across the room to Sam. The two started making out and slumped down onto the bed beside Major Avi Herschel and FBI agent Mark Shultz. Avi was working Mark's cock furiously.
Sam hadn't noticed how huge Mark's cock was. It had to be at least at 8 inches. He was shocked to see Avi take it all the way to the hilt without gagging. If Mark was enjoying himself, he gave no indication as he lay back with his eyes closed, silent, occasionally pumping his hips.
Sam and Aaron moved into the 69 position. Sam loved having Aaron's cock pumped into his mouth. Both moaned with pleasure.
Abruptly, Mark called out, "Who in here is going to bottom?" Avi stopped pumping Mark's cock and looked up. Sam and Aaron did the same.
"Well?" Mark inquired forcefully.
"I'll take this cock of yours," Major Avi Herschel replied with a smile. He quickly stripped down revealing a chest covered in dark fur. His forearms and legs were the same. His thick, uncut cock swayed back in forth as he threw off all his clothes. His huge, hairy balls hung low. Avi reached for the lube.
Mark didn't waste time. He stood, pushed Avi over the bed belly down, threw on a condom, lubbed himself and pushed in under a minute; His huge cock pushing all the way into Avi's tight Israeli hole.
Mark pumped his cock into Avi's hole forcefully; making barely a sound. Avi grunted and groaned.
"Let's help him out." Whispered Sam mischievously.
Sam slid himself between Avi and the bed taking Avi's uncut cock into his mouth. Aaron slid his arms under Avi's thick, hairy chest and began playing with his nipples; pinching and twisting.
Avi was groaning with pleasure now. Mark's huge cock slammed into Avi's hole, his balls slapping loudly against Avi's ass.
"Fuck yeah, Avi, take his cock," murmured Aaron. The two started kissing, tongues rolling into each other.
Sam slurped Avi's cock enthusiastically.
Mark pumped his cock harder, grunting for the first time. He grabbed Avi's shoulders and pumped more forcefully than before.
"Uhhhh uhhhh uhhh fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mark moaned.
Mark abruptly pulled out. Pulled off the condom and tossed it on the ground. He headed towards the safe and closet.
"Outta here so soon?" Avi inquired with surprise.
"Got what I needed." Mark stated stoically as he retrieved his gun from the safe and quickly put on his clothes. Within minutes, he was out the door without a good bye or even a glance backwards.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of ya!' Aaron said emphatically. Avi shrugged, chuckled and began pumping his cock into Sam's mouth.
"Want to top me?" Asked Aaron. "I've never taken an uncut cock before."
Before Avi could answer, Aaron flung himself on the bed legs in the air. Avi lined his cock up with Aaron's hole and plunged in. Aaron let out a slight yelp of pain and surprise.
Sam shifted to working Aaron's cock as Aaron's ass got pumped by Avi.
"Shit, I'm not going to last long like this," Aaron announced, "This shit is too good!"
"Cum at the same time?" Avi asked.
"Fuck yeah." Aaron replied.
Aaron began pushing his ass forward onto Avi's cock. Avi paused and let Aaron ride his cock. Avi's hands were on his hips as he stood still, letting Aaron fuck himself.
"Fuck I'm close." Aaron moaned, his hand pushing Sam's head down onto his cock.
"Let's do it man, I'm about to cum too!" Avi replied as he began pumping furiously.
"Ready?" Aaron asked.
"Ready!" Avi replied.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK," Aaron moaned, "Here it cums!"
"Fuckkkkkkkk!" Avi bellowed.
Sam felt the hot, sweet cream shoot into his mouth as he pumped away furiously on Aaron's cock. One rope. Two rope. Three ropes. Sam took every drop as Aaron moaned with pleasure.
Aaron felt Avi's creamy Israeli load shoot into his insides. Avi paused deep inside him letting the last drops drain out of his cock into the Colonel's hole.
Sam pumped his own cock furiously and within minutes spewed his load all over Aaron's tight torso and chiseled chest.
The three men stood around panting, catching their breaths.
"Fuck that was good!" Exclaimed Aaron as the men began to dress.