The barracks were dead quiet after lights out, just the hum of the AC and the occasional snore from down the hall. Private Jake Torres lay on his bunk, cock already half-hard from the way Sergeant Ramirez had watched him during PT all day. Ramirez was built like a fucking tank, thick arms, shaved head, and a permanent scowl that made every order sound like he wanted to bend you over and prove a point.
Jake heard the door click open. Ramirez stepped in, closing it behind him without a word. He was still in his PT shorts, sweatpants slung low, the outline of his dick obvious and heavy.
Torres. Youre still awake, Ramirez said, voice low and rough. He didnt ask permission. He just locked the door and crossed the room. Get up.
Jake stood. Ramirez grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved him face-first against the wall. Been watching that ass all week. Tight little recruit ass. You gonna take it like a man or whine like a bitch?
Fuck me, Sergeant, Jake answered, already pushing his hips back.
Ramirez yanked Jakes shorts down to his knees. No lube, just spit on his fingers and two shoved straight into Jakes hole. Jake grunted, forehead pressed to the cinderblock. Ramirez worked him open fast, scissoring, twisting, getting him sloppy.
Fuck, youre tight, Ramirez muttered. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the fat head of his cock. No warning, just one hard thrust that buried him balls-deep. Jake bit his own forearm to keep from yelling.
Ramirez fucked like he drilled: steady, punishing, hips slapping against Jakes ass with every stroke. Take that dick. Thats it. Good fucking soldier. He reached around and grabbed Jakes cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Youre leaking already. Knew you were a barracks slut.
He pulled out, spun Jake around, and shoved him to his knees. Clean it. Jake opened his mouth and took the thick cock to the root, tasting his own ass and Ramirezs pre-cum. Ramirez held his head and fucked his throat until spit ran down Jakes chin and onto his chest.
Up, Ramirez ordered. He bent Jake over the bottom bunk this time, one hand on the small of Jakes back, the other guiding his cock back inside. Deeper angle.
Harder. The metal frame creaked with every slam. Ramirez reached under and twisted Jakes nipples, then slapped his ass hard enough to leave a handprint.
Gonna breed this hole, he growled. Fill you up so you feel it on the run tomorrow. Jake pushed back, meeting every thrust, cock swinging between his legs, dripping on the floor. Ramirez grabbed Jakes hips with both hands and went brutal, short, vicious strokes until his rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing thick ropes deep inside.
He didnt pull out right away. He stayed buried, grinding slow while Jake jerked himself off, shooting across the bunk sheets. When Ramirez finally eased out, cum leaked down Jakes thighs. He wiped it up with two fingers and fed it to Jake.
Same time tomorrow, Ramirez said, pulling his shorts up. Dont be late. He unlocked the door and left like nothing happened.
Jake stayed bent over the bunk a minute longer, hole twitching, cum still trickling out, already thinking about how sore hed be at reveille and how much he wanted it again.
