Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2022 16:27:16 -0500
From: Cooper Max <lmd4208@gmail.com>
Subject: Commander's Call Part 1

Commander's Call – Part I

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"Gentlemen, the three of you are invited to my place after tonight's
dining-in for some officer professional development," Lieutenant Colonel
Shawn Braston began in his typical stern voice - his barreled chest puffing
out aggressively, "and maybe a few drinks and a steak or two. You don't
need to bring anything," he finished in a brusque tone. LTC Braston, a
career combat arms officer with multiple tours downrange, was used to
giving orders and having them obeyed without question.

"Wouldn't miss it, Sir!" Captain Tom Hallson responded for the trio –
his tall, lumbering frame towering above the commander. The other two
captains nodded their heads enthusiastically, not wanting to show anything
but full compliance with the commander's wishes - being on the receiving
side of his aggression was the last place a junior officer wanted to find
himself.

"Have you seen his place, Tom?" Captain Zack Robb whispered excitedly,
"It's palatial!"  "Yeah, man, his place is sick. Can't wait until I'm
pulling in that O5 basic housing allowance so I can get a nice place like
that!" Captain Aaron Borg's thick, burly frame opined as it seemingly
blocked out the light of the room.

"Oh, your four bedroom, 3000 sqft place isn't doing it for you, eh?" Tom
quipped tartly with a smirk.  "Shut it, Tom. 3,000 sqft doesn't go as far
as you'd think with three kids and a wife who could fill the Louvre with
all her clothes." Aaron replied indignantly.

"You two bicker like an old married couple. I'm going to suggest to the
chaplain that we send you two to couples counseling." Zack remarked, his
symmetrical, attractive face conveying that he was only half- joking.  Both
men shot him a dirty look. Tom and Aaron's endless back and forth could be
hilarious, but it also spiraled quickly into being counterproductive and
annoying.

The MC announced the beginning of the dining-in ceremonies, and the three
parted to their respective tables.

A few hours later, the three men poured out of the event hall rowdily, a
light alcoholic buzz adding to their reverie. None of the commanders drank
too much during the event for fear of embarrassing themselves and eroding
their command authority amongst their troops. But now that the formal part
of the evening was complete, the three could let loose outside the prying
eyes of their troops but still under the watchful eye of their commander,
LTC Shawn Braston.

"Guys, reel it in. We can't look like amateurs in front of the
commander. Get in my truck. We'll carpool to the boss's house." Zack
insisted.

"Ohhhh, look at mother hen trying to collect up her baby chickens." Tom
scolded, "You're such a mom.  Relax a little. You good to drive, though,
with the drinks you had? The last thing you need is to lose your command."

"Well, if you two weren't such children, I wouldn't be relegated to this
shitty role instead of actually enjoying my nights out with you idiots."
Zack snapped back heatedly, "How your wives haven't housebroken you yet
baffles me, and yes - I'm fine to drive - truth be told, I didn't actually
have any drinks tonight."

The three piled into Zack's truck and hit the highway. Twenty minutes
later, they were pulling into LTC Braston's driveway.

"Damn, you two weren't kidding. This place is a palace." Tom
professed. "Hell, I'd guess this was even out of LTC range on the
affordability scale."

"Don't forget he's dual military. His wife is an O5, too, so they're raking
it in hand over fist." Aaron replied.

Within a minute, the three were standing quietly on the front porch.

LTC Braston swung the door open forcefully – already in a state of
partial undress from his dress blues.  "I beat you guys here by like five
minutes. Come on in and make yourselves at home while I get changed
upstairs." LTC Braston conveyed, not even waiting for a response before
bounding up the stairs.  The three captains wandered tentatively into the
enormous foyer, taking in the grandness – beautiful wide slat hardwood
floors, a vaulted ceiling leading to an enormous skylight. The men
continued into the living room, where the open floor plan and enormous
high-end kitchen grabbed everyone's attention.

"I know LTC Braston didn't decorate this place himself. There's no
way. It's too nice. It looks like a damn crate and barrel showroom." CPT
Zack Robb remarked.

The other two looked at him mockingly. "And it's times like this that we
remember your gayness." CPT Hallson teased.

"You don't have to be gay to appreciate good design, you Neanderthals. Even
if I was straight, I'm sure I'd still appreciate this though it's
apparently lost on the two of you." Zack shot right back.  CPT Robb was out
to his peers – CPT Hallson and CPT Borg. They had earned his trust, and
he knew that despite the ribbing, they had his back entirely. He didn't
make any efforts to conceal it from other people either though he wasn't
forthcoming with any details – even bringing a male date to the previous
year's Military Ball.

There had been other people in the battalion who had made the off-handed
remarks – one Major on staff, in particular, had been a real dick, but
largely, his sexuality wasn't a big deal. He liked to believe his
competence mattered more than who he shared his bed with though he knew
realistically that biases would be a part of his military career until the
day he retired.

"What are the three of your conspiring about?" LTC Braston asked as he
breezed into the room in a well- fitting button-down and khaki slacks, the
v-shape of his short, muscular body clearly on display.  "We were just
talking about how nice your place is, Sir and CPT Robb mentioned how
there's no way you could have put it together yourself." CPT Hollson
explained, a wide grin on his long, handsome face.  LTC Braston gave the
three a terrifying glare – his steely blue eyes locking onto each of
them like a heat- seeking missile onto its target. An awkward silence
gripped the room when suddenly, LTC Braston boomed with laughter.

"Right you are, gentlemen, right you are. Full credit goes to the Mrs. When
she found me 20 years ago as a lowly butter bar lieutenant in Fayettnam, I
was living in what could be best described as a bastardized combination of
a man cave and a dorm room." He revealed laughingly.

The three captains relaxed. The LTC has a reputation for his short temper
and fiery demeanor - he was a textbook Type-A man's man. All three
captains, as his company commanders, had been on the receiving end of his
anger before and were glad they didn't invoke it with the comment.

"Speaking of the Mrs., where is she tonight, Sir - if you don't mind me
asking?" asked CPT Robb carefully.

"She's TDY for a few weeks though she sends her warmest regards. She's
quite smitten with the three of you. Whatever coordinated charm effort you
launched definitely worked. Buttering her up to get to me?  Devious and
clever." LTC Braston responded, "but don't think her fondness of you won't
stop me from grilling your asses."

The three captains put on their most angelic expressions.

"So, gentlemen, I'm going to throw the steaks on. Grab some beers from the
fridge and head out to the hot tub area. We'll get moving on some
professional development while the steaks cook. I invited the other company
commanders tonight, but they all had other plans. It'll just be the four of
us." LTC Shawn started, "I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that you're all
welcome to crash here if you drink too much. I can't have your promising
careers derailed by DUIs. The kids are sleeping over at a friend's house,
so you're welcome to crash in their rooms." he finished. As much of a tough
ass as LTC Braston was, he truly cared about the men and women under his
command and the three Captains respected him all the more for it.

The three commanders grabbed their drinks of choice and settled in at the
outdoor bar next to the grill.  The incredible smell of steak wafted past
them.

The commander launched into discussions on how near-peer enemies like
Russia were changing the logistics doctrine for brigade support
battalions. LTC Braston was an excellent teacher and fired off questions
and scenarios for the three captains, keeping them engaged. In what seemed
like seconds, the steaks were on the plates in front of the men, ready for
consumption.  Laughter and camaraderie rang out across the yard, pool, and
hot tub as the four officers ate and plowed through beers and the
occasional shot – the conversation rotating from work to life and back
to work.

"Gentlemen!" LTC Braston started dramatically, "May I suggest that we move
these festivities to the hot tub?" Have no fear – I have extra swim
trunks for you all." He finished rhetorically, already moving to go grab
them.

Within minutes, the swim trunks were distributed, and the men sufficiently
stripped shirtless - their athletic bodies on full display.

Water splashed over the thin, light layer of brown fur covering LTC Shawn
Braston's barrel chest and tight abs as he plunged into the hot tub. CPT
Tom Hallson's lumbering, the hairless frame, was the next to plop in. CPT
Borg's thick, hairy frame and CPT Robb's lean, defined body simultaneously
dropped into the tub with exaggerated showmanship.

All four men had beers in hand as LTC Shawn Braston yelled, "Brost! Cheers
to these quality times together." The three captains eagerly clinked their
beers to the Colonel's and thirstily drank.

The conversations and reverie died off for a bit while the men lounged in
the hot, relaxing water, bellies full and souls content. CPT Tom Hallson
shattered the silence, "Gentlemen, who needs another beer? I'm making a
bathroom run and will bring em' back." His body erupted through the water
to stand.

"Woah there, CPT, is that a phone in your pocket or are you just happy to
see us?" LTC Shawn Braston roared. The two CPTs, confused at first, quickly
discovered the object of the commander's joke. The wet swimsuit very
clearly outlined CPT Hallson's hard cock. CPT Hallson's face turned bright
red in embarrassment.

"Jesus, it's just the beer, guys. I'm so embarrassed." CPT Hallson yipped.

"No need to be embarrassed, soldier. Who here can say they haven't sported
an impromptu boner in their lives?" he stated pointedly, pausing for
dramatic effect and daring anyone to contradict him, "Looks like you're
well equipped with your weaponry." LTC Braston remarked jokingly.  The
other captains groaned at his pun.

"Oh, c'mon, guys. Tell me I'm wrong." LTC Braston continued pointing at CPT
Hallson's hard cock.  "Zack, go on give me your opinion since you're an
expert in these things."

The two other captains froze awkwardly as they waited to see how CPT Robb
would react.  "And why do you ask me, Sir?" CPT Robb replied pointedly.

Suddenly sensing the depth of the waters he waded into, LTC Braston
stammered," Well, uhh...umm – you know. You've probably seen more than
us," he finished hesitantly.

"Ah, yes, because I'm gay, you assume that I've seen a bunch up close, is
that it?" He replied gravely, staring at each individual directly, "You
probably assume I'm itching to get a crack at all three of your cocks,
right?

Tension engulfed the air. Suddenly, CPT Robb cracked an enormous smile and
quipped, "Oh c'mon guys, I'm just fucking with you. Yeah, from my vantage,
it looks pretty damn big. Kudos to you, Tom. I'm sure the Mrs. is
thrilled."

The four men laughed riotously as Tom still hovered, his hard cock eye
level with the other men.  "Oh, just whip it out so we all can judge for
ourselves!" CPT Borg urged.

"Yeah, Tom, show us the goods!" LTC Shawn Braston encouraged, "most of us
are straight anyway!"  Tom glanced questioningly at Zack as if whatever he
did might offend him.

"Oh, come off it, you prude. I'm not going to ravage you...at least with
all these witnesses around. Show us the war hammer." Zack joked with a
wink.

"All right, guys, alright. I can't believe I'm saying this to the three of
you, but if my cock is in that much demand. I'll give you paparazzi a
glance, but only if I get to see yours in return," Tom retorted
challengingly.

The three other men looked at each other sheepishly.

"Well, you pussies?" Tom fired, "all bark, no bite?

"Fuck it, I'm in but not a damn word of this to anyone, or your OERs are
going to be garbage, and you can kiss promotion goodbye," LTC Shawn Braston
said with an undercurrent of menace and sincerity.  "I'm all for peer
pressure," Aaron replied good-heartedly.

"Yeah, what harm could it do?" Zack replied to the questioning, looks the
three men were tossing him.  "Well, then, we have a unanimous vote. Tom,
drop the shorts, and we'll do the same - we're all sworn to secrecy. That's
an order to Tom and all of you." LTC Shawn Braston commanded.

Without another word, Tom pulled down his swim trunks, his hard cock
ricocheting back up against his belly before settling.

LTC Braston whistled loudly.

CPT Robb just said, "Wow!"

And CPT Borg's jaw hung open.

"All right, you fuckers, your turn. I showed ya mine now, show me
yours...and they have to be HARD for a fair comparison. I wouldn't want any
of you feeling inferior." Tom proclaimed boastfully.  The other three men
rose out of the water.

"Hard?" CPT Borg started, "I don't know if that's going to be possible in
the present company."  "Yeah, I don't know how that's going to happen." LTC
Braston agreed.

"No worries about me, I'm already there." CPT Robb chimed in with an
enormous smile.  "Well, I presume all of you have jacked off at least once
in your lifetime, so I can deduce you know how to get yourselves hard. A
deal is a deal." Tom reasoned.

"Right. Right. We did make a deal." LTC Braston commented, looking like he
was suddenly regretting this choice.

"Worst comes to worst, I'm sure someone here can give ya a friendly hand,"
Tom insinuated.  The four men paused, looking at each other.

"Now that's highly inappropriate, CPT Hallson." LTC Braston chided
firmly. After a 30-second pause, he, too, smiled wide and said, "Just
messing with you, but that is crazy, maybe we should call it a night."
"I'll do it!" blurted CPT Borg. "I'll do it if someone does it for me."

"Are you serious?" CPT Tom Hallson responded, mouth agape.

"This may be the alcohol talking, but I'm not going to lie, I've always
been curious. None of you can look me in the eye – CPT Robb excluded for
obvious reasons - and honestly say you've haven't been curious too." CPT
Borg argued.

"Can I tell you guys a secret?" LTC Braston continued, "I'll deny this if
it ever comes up and ruin you in a second, but I used to mess around with
my buddies growing up. Circle jerks and shit. Even in college a tug or two
wasn't uncommon amongst other activities. What's that saying - a hole is a
hole?"

The three captains looked at him in shock. "Really, sir, you!?" Tom said
what everyone was thinking.  "Why does everyone look so surprised?" Circle
jerks and roughhousing are more common than you'd think. Tom, "Mr. I
wrestled in high school and college" – you can't tell me you didn't see
or do anything with your wrestling buddies."

Tom's face again turned bright red.

"Exactly. No words needed." LTC Braston stated as he pointed at Tom's
face. "Alright then, it's settled.  CPT Borg, scoot over here. Let's do
this."

CPT Borg shifted his thick, hairy frame towards LTC Braston – his eyes
moving rapidly, nervously shifting back and forth between CPT Hallson, CPT
Robb, and the commander.

"Don't be shy, boy. You're going to have to get closer for me to give you a
helping hand," LTC Braston stated in his deep, gravelly voice – an
earnestness lacing those words in a way the three Captains had never heard
from him.

"Looks like I'm not the only one getting excited around here!' CPT Borg
said with a nervous laugh while pointing at the Lieutenant Colonel's
noticeably firmer cock.

"What can I say – the novelty of the situation has
my...interests...piqued," LTC Braston replied without a hint of
embarrassment as he playfully tugged his thick, veiny cock with a wink
towards the Captains.

Growing impatient, LTC Braston reached his thick hairy arm around CPT
Borg's bare ass and pulled him the rest of the way to him, "Get closer,
Captain, and relax – I'll take care of ya." The LTC Colonel remarked.

The other two Captains glanced at each other with raised eyebrows, somewhat
surprised at the Colonel's increased interest in this wild experiment.

A nervous calm and quiet settled over the hot tub, with only the sound of
the bubbles breaking in.  CPT Borg stood directly in front of LTC Braston,
the beads of water lightly reflecting in the dim tiki- torch light – his
nipples hard from the cool, night air.

LTC Braston made direct eye contact with CPT Borg – his steely blue eyes
locking onto the Captain's deep honey-brown eyes – a mischievous grin
working its way across his face.

"What do ya say, Aaron? Want some help?" The Colonel started, "nows, your
chance to back out – no hard feelings."

CPT Borg's mind raced, and if he was being honest, he was a bit curious
about what it'd be like for LTC Braston to wrap a hand around his cock or
what it'd be like to feel the Colonel's now rock-hard member in his own
hand.

"Stand up so I can return the favor more easily, Sir," CPT Borg exclaimed
with growing confidence, "I don't need these twisted fucks saying I was
selfish," he finished with a laugh and nodded towards the other two
captains. The others laughed in kind, and a bit of the tension evaporated
just like the steam rising from the now sexually-charged hot tube.

LTC's short, muscular frame slowly rose from the water – the three
Captains taking the opportunity to more fully appreciate the Colonel's now
very visible cock and rock-hard body.

"All right, Captain Confidence," LTC Braston started sarcastically,"shall
we?"

CPT Borg reached across the short divide separating their two bodies and
wrapped his hand around the Colonel's cock, the warmth of it catching CPT
Borg by surprise.

LTC Braston compacted, muscular arm extended out as his thick digits
wrapped around CPT Borg's now semi-flaccid cock.

"Looks like I have some work to do here, CPT!" The Colonel stated as he
slowly began to stroke the CPT's cock with a firm grip, stopping every
other pull to use his index finger to slowly swirl that magic spot on the
bottom of the CPT's dick.

The CPT's body tensed as the pleasure coursed through his body.

"Damn, Sir, that feels good," CPT Borg replied as he focused his strokes at
the top of the LTC's cock – mirroring the aspects he enjoyed while he
stroked his own cock.

"You're doing a great job there yourself, Aaron!" The LTC stated excitedly.
------- ------ --------

CPT Hallson and CPT Robb watched intently from their side of the hot
tub. CPT Robb's rock-hard cock pulsated at the picture in front of him –
two masculine officers stroking each other's cocks had played across his
sexual imagination more than once.

CPT Hallson glanced over and saw CPT Robb's cock poking out of the water.

"You seem...excited," CPT Hallson intoned quietly to CPT Robb.

"Can't say this scenario hasn't crossed my mind," CPT Robb whispered –
not wanting to distract the two men stroking each other passionately.

"How about you – this doing anything for ya?" CPT Robb replied, not
unaware of how awkward this could be for his seemingly heterosexual
colleague."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I'm not uncomfortable but how many chances
like this will come along?"  CPT Hallson started, "Can I...uh...touch
yours?" He finished sheepishly.

CPT Robb slid closer, "If that's what you want, buddy." CPT Robb replied
with a disarming smile, "and if you're comfortable, I'm happy to return the
favor – I do have plenty of experience here with my own cock and others
– ya know, with being gay and all." CPT Robb finished with a laugh.

"Yeah, I'd like that, man. I trust you, and at least this experience is
with people I'm comfortable with," CPT Tom Hallson remarked as he reached
his hand over and grazed CPT Zack Robb's dick.

CPT Robb returned the favor, gently brushing CPT Hallson's cock with his
fingers. CPT Robb went slowly, not wanting to overwhelm his curious friend
by grabbing and tugging away aggressively.  "This is going to sound
ridiculous but have you ever...you know...thought about me?" CPT Hallson
inquired sheepishly.

"Thought about you?" CPT Robb replied – a confused look spreading across
his face.

"You know...like thought about me...sexually." CPT Hallson stated – his
face blushing.

"Ohhh, you mean fantasized about you!" CPT Robb replied with a chuckle,
"why do you ask -would that make this more weird or less weird for you?"

"Less weird – I guess – if I thought you were attracted to me. I know
that sounds strange." CPT Hallson replied.

"Well, for the record, I've always found you attractive, but out of respect
for you and your preferences and our friendship, I haven't put too much
thought into it." CPT Robb said, "doing otherwise would have been
precarious for me."

CPT Hallson's cock had grown hard from CPT Robb's diligent attention, and
the two stroked each other in silent contemplation for a minute."

"This feels good, man!" CPT Hallson remarked.

"Totally, agree – for the record - you're good at this, and I'd say I
have some expertise in this area," CPT Robb responded kindly. "Plenty of
personal practice over the years figured you'd enjoy some of the same
things I do personally."

CPT Hallson moaned by way of response – reaching his other hand out to
cup Zack's balls, squeezing them firmly in his hand.  ---- ------ -----

"Do you like your nipples pinched?" LTC Braston asked CPT Borg as he
stroked him.

"Not sure – never really had it done to me or have done it myself." He
responded.

The Colonel reached over and lightly pinched his nipple as he said,
"Really? You've been missing out, man."

Electric pulses of pleasure rocketed through CPT Borg's body as LTC Braston
rotated, pinching his two nipples, sometimes gently and quickly and other
times more hard pinches with longer durations.  A light moan loosened
itself from Aaron's throat.

"Ahhh, I can see you realize how good those nipples can make you feel." LTC
Braston observed.  "You've got me close, Sir." CPT Borg replied almost
frantically.

"Well, shit, there's no better time than the present – let's ride this
wave and make you cum, boy!" LTC Braston announced huskily.

LTC Braston swatted the CPT's hand away from his cock, "Let's focus on you,
stud," LTC Braston vocalized.

The Colonel stepped in closer, grabbing the CPT's cock more firmly and
stroking it harder. Shawn Braston saw how well the CPT responded to having
his nipples played with, and he had a hunch for what would send Aaron over
the edge.

LTC Braston leaned in and placed the Captain's nipple in his mouth –
sucking gently, allowing his tongue to swirl over it and play with it. The
Captain's body responded almost immediately, tightening with pleasure. The
Colonel softly nipped at it in between gentle sucking.

"Holy shit, Sir, you're going to make me blow if you keep doing that."
Aaron insisted.  Taking that as encouragement, the LTC intensified his
actions.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is going to be it." CPT Borg professed his voice
raising.

"Blow that load, stud. Come on, son!' The Colonel encouraged.

"Here...it...is!!!!!" CPT Borg roared, the first round of cum erupting over
the Colonel's hand and arm. CPT Borg's hips bucked, and more loads coated
the Colonel's abdomen.

"Holy fucking shit!" CPT Borg panted as his balls emptied – panting from
all the excitement.

"Quite the load! You're a real shooter." LTC stated as he marveled at the
cum coating his arm, forearm, and abdomen.

"Sorry about the mess, Sir." CPT Borg uttered, somewhat embarrassed.

"You know what all this cum is good for, though?" The Colonel stated
rhetorically, "lubing up my cock and working a load or two out of it."

Not missing a beat, CPT Borg scooped a load onto his hand and began
furiously stroking the Colonel – his desire to return the Colonel's
level of pleasure burning in him intensely.

"Yeah, stud, that's hit. Work your boss's cock." LTC Braston
asserted. "Grab those balls, man."  CPT Borg grabbed, tugged, and massaged
the Colonel's balls. The Colonel's body responded with intensity. In
reaching for his balls, CPT Borg accidentally brushed the Colonel's tight
hole – his body tensing with pleasure.

CPT Borg's excitement grew at how powerful the Colonel's response was to
the accidental brush, and he explored it more deliberately. The Colonel
gyrated and responded like a wolf in heat. LTC Braston leaned in so only
the CPT could hear him, "Keep doing that, and you'll get a load, unlike
anything you've ever seen." He whispered into the CPT's ear - his words
dripping with sexual intensity.

Intrigued, the CPT lubed his fingers with some of his expended cum and
slowly inched his way toward the Colonel's tight ass.

Looking the Colonel straight in his eyes, CPT Borg slid his pinky finger
into the Colonel's ass.  Almost instantaneously, the Colonel bucked his
hips and exploded a load so powerful it hit CPT Borg in the face – four
more loads coated his upper chest and abdomen, and the Colonel's body shook
with pleasure tremors.

"That...was...incredible!" The Colonel boomed, "holy fuck did I need that
– been so long."

The two stared at each other intensely, "Top block material, Captain," The
lieutenant colonel stated, "Let's see what these other two yahoo's are
getting into." Then, expended and euphoric, the CPT Borg and LTC Braston
turned towards CPT Robb and CPT Hallson.

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	----To Be Continued --