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Simon did everything possible to get rid of his human qualities, obviously except for all those necessary for his body, he did not want to die of starvation or because his bladder burst; but he no longer cried, smiled or expressed feelings with his face —or at least he tried not to make it so obvious—, everything but the need that every living being that has stepped —or will step— on the earth has in common: reproduce.
All his adolescence was full of stress and unfortunately he could not live the life full of hormones and accidental erections that a common teenager of his age should experience, so it was very embarrassing for him to reach the age of 27 and have his first erection: Was seeing his now new Captain, John Price, covered in sweat and dirt helping him train the new cadets, his scarred skin now wet and —disgustingly— sticky, his white shirt now dangerously transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination, not when his two well-defined and plump pecs being more than visible for the world to appreciate.
Simon wasn't attracted to Price, at least not romantically, he tried to fool himself by repeating over and over again that any man can appreciate the beauty of another without having to turn it into something rare, and he's right, but the difference here is that no matter how much he fooled himself mentally, his cock always got hard and proud every time he shared time with his Captain.
He had no one to tell about his "problem", not until he overheard some newbies talking about a certain site he had never in his life heard of before
PornHub.
He wasn't a total idiot, he knew what the word "porn" meant, that dirty little word that plagued the pages of the magazines his father hid very poorly in the bathroom; he remembered half-naked women dressed in strange outfits —he would never say it out loud, but his member always tended to throb when he specifically saw a fluffy white tail sticking out from between the cheeks of pretty girls— and with facial expressions that made him feel a spike of embarrassment whenever he looked at them, why would a man be turned on by looking at a cross eyed woman? They looked ridiculous!
But he listened carefully to the conversation of these two very obviously virgin boys —It's not like he had any say— and his brain collected three words:
-Internet.
-Phone.
-Masturbation.
So as he found the solitude of his darkened bedroom and hid under the heavy sheets he finally decided to use the phone Price had given him earlier.
Plugged into the exasperatingly slow Internet of the barracks he put that strange word into the Safari browser. He moved his large hands awkwardly across the small digital buttons in front of his fake on-screen keyboard
"oorngub."
Well at least he tried.
He logged on to what he assumed was the official site producing this content and nearly dropped his phone with the first thing his big, not-so-virgin eyes came across: Giant plastic-filled breasts, pink, waxed and painfully wide open vaginas, tears, smeared makeup, pictures of asses on full display and disgusting names always accompanied by a "Step-" next to them.
If he thought his father's dirty magazines were explicit enough to make his stomach twist this was definitely a whole new world.
His halfway erection went limp again after he didn't look at anything that caught his eye —again he tried to convince himself of his barely existing heterosexuality— and case discouraged that his horny desires would have to be ignored one more night until he came across an ad:
"Horny old men near your area!"
Grown men and probably 20 years older than him looking for a casual night of hardcore sex with no strings attached? fuck if he hadn't been interested already!
He opened the page with embarrassing speed and was met with a small basic data form. He stood there for a few seconds trying to parse his view when a vague memory of some silly conversations he heard coming from the TV in a house: "Never give out your information on the Internet! There are a lot of bad people out there and you never know what you'll come across" so he deleted the S he had unconsciously put in the 'name' box and decided to come up with a fake name.
'Samuel Ryan', stupid and meaningless name of course, but using his brain a bit he doesn't think anyone else on the site had used their real names.
And said and done, after he finished filling out the form he was thrown into a page full of chat rooms, one of them with 1k people talking to each other looking for a big man to fuck them mercilessly.
A little ding came from his phone and was accompanied by a notification:
"A man has been found near your location 15 meters away! Start a conversation with 'DaddyBear🍆💦' now!",
without thinking too much he decided to take a look at the info on this 'Daddy' and oh my god he was a sexy fuck machine: broad strong shoulders, hard beefy arms that could easily lift him off the ground and fuck him his against the wall, and alluding to his name, a broad chest with fat pecs adorned with thick brown hair that went from the start and disappeared down his pants making a happy trail that Simon wouldn't bother to lick.
A small description accompanied the last photo where a very noticeable and hard penis was covered by sweatpants: "if you want to see what's underneath you can text me, babyboy ;)" And my god if that wasn't enough to convince him.
His poor neglected cock was already hard again, drooling pre-cum from his slit waiting not so patiently for a little stimulation.
He opened a new —and only— chat with his sexual interest trying to carefully formulate his next words. This was a place to fuck and be fucked, there was no point in introducing himself in a formal way if at the end of the night the other man would see him a drooling, begging mess, but he also didn't want the first words he shared with him to be a "I'd love your cock to split me in two and give me a creampie", didn't feel like him.
Still he didn't have to worry too much when the little red light next to the nickname 'daddy' turned green, a few seconds more and the first to start a conversation was the hot man on the other side of the screen.
—DaddyBear: Hey pretty boy <3
—Wanna have some fun? 💦
ShiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIT-
Now what, should he respond in a sensual way back? Did he even have a personality that he could use when it came to being sexy?
He didn't know whether to act serious, horny, shy or however the fuck the other man will find attractive enough to fuck him.
Another ding sound and he snapped out of his thoughts.
—DaddyBear: you're new to the site aren't you?
—Don't worry cutie, it doesn't take much to convince me, just show me what I'm dealing with here if you know what I mean ;) 🍆🍑
Oh now it dawned on him what a stupid idea it was to start a conversation with him, what the fuck did those symbols even mean?; he opened a new tab and set out to do some research, he was shit at maintaining social interactions with people because he had to endure maintaining eye contact all the time but, this? maybe his naughty little Internet venture was a bad idea to begin with.
"What does 🍆 and 🍑 mean in a online conversation?"
His eyes landed in the first text box that appeared:
"In sexual contexts, the peach (🍑)/butt emoji is often paired with the eggplant (🍆) emoji standing for “penis,” and the sweat droplets emoji (💦), standing for “ejaculation.” Together,they are used to suggest or describe intercourse.
Oh! This guy wanted a photo of his cock? Why he just didn't asked for?! There was no need to use fucking secret codes like that!
He slowly got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, taking off his layers of clothes and analyzing in front of the mirror every little crack, mark, scar and stretch mark on his body, he didn't feel uncomfortable or insecure with his image, anyone who had a negative opinion about his little tummy or stretch marks on his hips could go to hell —of course after he broke their nose—, but how would he explain the multiple bullet marks and stab wounds? He's aware that normal human beings don't go through life covered in scars unless they've come out of jail or a fucking war; so a picture of his body was out of the question.
He ran his hands over his figure until it stopped on his again flaccid penis, he gave a few tugs trying to make it hard again but getting so much into his brain lowered his arousal, a few more minutes trying uselessly to masturbate and he ruled out taking a picture of his cock, he wanted to show it in its full hardness, he wanted to show off his good 8 inches —7.3 but who's counting?—proudly, but he wouldn't send a picture of his cock soft and hidden under the foreskin, not even him could find that attractive in other dicks; he stuck with the last option: a picture of his fat ass.
He slowly arranged his body in a painful but fucking hot position that left his two soft, fat globes very much in view, adorned with stretch marks and thin blond hair above his cheeks. He took the picture quickly and ran back to his bed —he'll pick up his discarded clothes in the morning, it's his room after all— proceeding to analyze the picture slowly, his face was visible but nothing a little cropping wouldn't fix; he cropped out every bit that could give away his location and was left with a picture of his big juicy ass at the other man's disposal.
His hands were shaking as he hit the send button, nervous to find out if his body passed the test and earned the chance to be destroyed by this so-called "Daddy".
The two conversation check marks turned from gray to blue, and the typing bubble appeared and disappeared every few seconds.
About two minutes later Simon got his answer.
—DaddyBear: Oh fuck babyboy.
—God you don't know the things I want to do to that big ass of yours.
—I want to eat it so bad 🤤🤤
He has to answer something, the whole conversation was directed by "Daddy" and he hadn't said anything, he sent a picture of his ass before he even saying a word back; if he didn't want to look desperate now he not only looked like one, but he had also looked like a whore showing his ass to anyone who asked.
His cheeks reddened faintly, writing his first words since he talked to this guy.
—SamuelR: I'd love that Daddy.
He sounds very dry, fuck now it sounds like he's being sarcastic, he'll have to mimic a bit of what the other guy does, he looks more experienced.
—SamuelR: ;)
There you go, now looks less dry!
—DaddyBear: Oh yeah?, you'll let me eat you out and make you cum with just my tongue hot stuff?
Oh please do it.
—SamuelR: Please Daddy, I'm so horny right now💦
Okay keep going Simon, just imitate what he does.
—DaddyBear: The app says you're only 15 meters away, wanna meet up big boy? ;)
—I really want to finger your little hole so bad
—You can even see my cock in person, touch it or lick it if you pleased🥵
He already wanna meet? Isn't that too rushed?, yeah he sent a picture of his bare ass out but it's not the same, there's a big difference with teasing in chat that straight up penetration 10 min after you meet someone, but at the end what was he expecting? It's a site made for sex, and he's sure people have fucked in less than five minutes after a quick, surly hornier conversation than the one he had with "Daddy" .
This guy was only a couple of minutes away, what person decided to live near a military force?, He tried to remember if he had seen a house or heard living beings outside his barracks besides wild animals but nothing. It has to be illegal, or very well controlled to see if it's not an enemy trying to wriggle out of what they do while training or just living the military life.
Or it could be someone from the base, which is... Very possible. Gaz had spoken earlier that when he entered the base his "Grindr" notifications blew up, a lot of people here like to have a good time with other members and if that wasn't unprofessional then he doesn't know what is.
Price even know about all this?, probably not, and it's better this way: he doesn't want some people to be punished just for wanting to fuck, even Simon himself, the 1-4-1 lieutenant is enjoying the pleasure of these types of pages.
So that's when he typed.
—SamuelR: Sure daddy ;)
—Where do we meet?
—DaddyBear: What about the room behind the Barracks? No one's ever there and it's apart enough to make noise without annoying anyone <3
—So you can moan as much as you want while I'm fucking that fat ass of yours🤤
Oh so IS someone from the base huh?
He's not surprised, but a little scared, whoever is lucky enough to see and touch the butt of the big and scary Ghost will surely run out of that room to tell everyone about his little adventure. Maybe the only recognizable thing about him is his mask and big body, but as far as he knows there are guys much bigger and more muscular than him —like that new guy, "König" he thinks— and nobody would know it's him unless he says it out loud, but he doesn't even have the confidence to take off his mask in front of his own Captain, how could he take it off in front of a random stranger? what if the son of a bitch goes around the base telling everyone that the lieutenant of the 1-4-1 is a bitch who would jump on a dick for a little attention? He doesn't want that kind of fame!
He vividly remembers what a trauma it was for Gaz to wake up for breakfast and have everyone in the barracks call him "Bunny" after some motherfucker had told about his sexual experience with the younger guy —After that the guy disappeared without a trace along with everyone who made fun of Gaz for the next few weeks until the others were too scared to keep feeding the gossip—.
His fears are big, but so is the boner that decided to pop up again after his failed attempt at a dick pic in the bathroom, shit, he knew he was a bit of a degenerate for being attracted to certain things that surely mentally sane people wouldn't be but this is horrible. Ghost definitely doesn't want to be known as the 1-4-1 whore, he'd rather drink gasoline than have his name he fought so hard to put up and get the position he's in go to shit and be re-positioned to simply "The barracks bunny" of the base, but Simon is a complete pervert who wouldn't mind getting locked in a "glory hole"—as he saw it in an old magazine of his father's—for anyone who needed to relieve a little bit of stress.
As much as his perverted ideas were eating his head he knew deep inside him that it would never happen, his face and information were classified not to say that all his life papers are burned and he was legally presumed dead, Simon is a man that does not exist so it does not matter if someone discovers personal information about him, anyway any being that dared to tell about his sexual moment with the Lieutenant would be taken as crazy and discharged for degrading the name of his superior.
—SamuelR:Sure daddy
—I'll see you there in 15, okay? ;)
—Daddy Bear: Oh sure babyboy
—I can't wait ;)
He has 15 minutes to get ready, if he wants to make a good impression on his Daddy he should start with a good cleaning.
He ran back to the bathroom, ignoring the clothes lying carelessly on the floor and hurried to turn on the shower.
He's not a fan of showers nor does the government care about giving quality products to its soldiers but he'll manage to look smooth and shiny for the other man.
Oh he can't wait!