Ioborne: Chapter Four
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Ioborne Chapter Four
The fatigue caught up to Gunner between the shower bay and his room. The workout had indeed taken his mind off the situation. Instead it went onto the fact that he had more stamina and strength than he could remember. He was able to bench three times what he could on Terra, and the gravity plates had been calibrated to match.
He asked Bridge about it, but Bridge remained silent, and was still silent when Gunner arrived to his room.
Harrison and Rockstead were seated on his bed waiting for him.
"What are you two doing here?"
"You sent me a message, saying you needed someone to talk to."
"What?"
"Through your VI."
Damn him.
"We saw you storming out of the mess earlier, so we knew something was up. We're a far ways from home, we only have each other."
"It's just--" Gunner began, "I was under a lot of pressure to have pups, and I guess I didn't want to wait. I guess I came to an understanding that I would have to. And now that Maggie's pregnant--"
"Wait, isn't that a good thing?"
"They're not mine."
"Does that really make a difference? You'd still be their father."
"By the time I get back, it will be six years. I wouldn't have been the one to raise them."
"It wouldn't have been you to raise them anyway."
"But, they'd have been my flesh and blood. You wouldn't understand."
Harrison and Rockstead looked at each other, "You know, we were thinking about having pups of our own when we got back. Duke has a sister, says she wouldn't mind being a surrogate for our child. I told him that I'd be just as happy adopting. So you see, we do understand."
"She won't wait for me."
"There's only one way to really know,"
The exhaustion took a hold of Gunner and he sat down on the bed with them. Rockstead put a paw on Gunner's knee. "It'll be okay, Sarge."
"Yea," Harrison agreed, "We'll land in a few days, there will be plenty of work to keep your mind off of it all."
"I just need to take my mind off of it now," the knot of angst still pulsed in his gut. Harrison's paw rubbed along Gunner's back, the touch sparked other emotions. He didn't want to be alone. Gunner looked at the both of them, it was as though they could sense his loneliness and vulnerability. Yet their eyes didn't portray the lust he had expected, but an empathy he'd never seen before.
James softly kissed the first tear away, Rockstead the second. Gunner could taste Duke's sweet breathe as they kissed. James leaned in close to gently caress the husky's neck. It sent shivers up Gunner's spine.
As Gunner turned to kiss James, he recalled when they both joined the company, both fresh out of basic training. Both were incredibly handsome, but right here and right now, Gunner couldn't think of anyone more attractive than either one of them.
James' kiss was deep and passionate, his tongue brushed up against Gunner's. The malamute's loving tongue in Gunner's mouth, made it difficult to realize that his shorts were being removed. His cock freed from its imprisonment was engulfed by the sweltering mouth of the newfoundland. His stiff prick nearly shot his load as the maw sunk down pressed against his crotch. There were paws everywhere, gripping the fur on his pecs, brushing against his inner thighs.
James pulled away from the kiss, "How's he taste," asking the private who had positioned himself between his sergeant's thighs.
Duke made a grunting sound, the vibrations reverberating throughout his nervous system. James guided Gunner down onto his back. The malamute tenderly kissing down the sergeant's body. His tongue drawing slow circles along the husky's nipples. Gunner arched his back in the throes of passion, his organ pressing deeper into Rockstead's willing throat. Gunner barely rode the cusp of his orgasm.
He felt a shift in the bed as the corporal crawled over him, a rigid cock on display before Gunner's maw. He could feel one mouth let up on his prick, as another slowly taking its place. Duke's mouth and tongue went to work on his balls, a slow loving suckle on each one individually. The musky scent filled Gunner's nostrils as he took malamute's member into his maw. Driven by lust, it felt like the right thing to reciprocate.
A new sensation stabbed through him, something warm and slick parted the cleft of Gunner's ass, narrowing down on his sensitive hole. He nearly gagged on James' organ. The tongue now working lethargic circles around the puckered hole. The husky felt waves of heat wash over him as though he were going to cum if he hadn't already spilt his juices already.
As the fierce tongue stopped its assault, he quickly discovered a digit gaining access to his insides. He groaned as the sensation made his whole body quiver.
Panting, he was coaxed onto all fours, Gunner's face now buried into the Duke's crotch, the thick massive dong filled his mouth. The monstrous head barely fit in his mouth, but drove in inch by inch. The husky wondered if the newfoundland had flexed his cock whether it would unhinge his jaw. It might have been tough to explain that one.
He felt paws grabbed a hold of his hips, easing Gunner back down onto the malamute's prick. He felt the hot glans breach his tight orafice. The husky could hardly breathe, he groaned as James eased the throbbing cock deeper into the sergeant. His groan became moans, with the big fat dick still in his mouth. The two worked him from both ends, filling him deep inside with their flesh. James worked his girth against his tailhole, Gunner could feel sparks firing through him. Lust pumping through his veins, pre-cum streaming down along his staff.
Duke started to shiver, he moaned quietly to himself. Gunner could feel the heat splash against the back of his mouth, a burst of salty semen coating his tongue and filling his mouth. The musty smell pushed Gunner over the edge. The husky's body convulsed, constricting and tightening down on the stiff organ like an earthquake. He tremored down upon the malamutes puppy-maker as James gave one final thrust, his thick milky seed spilling deep into Gunner's ass. The corporal held it deep inside of the sergeant, the aftershocks of Gunner's climax still rippling through his body, keenly aware of James' soupy DNA coating his insides.
They lay next to each other, panting and breathing in the sweat, lust and musk. Gunner remember saying something, but was swept away by sleep. He dreamt he had a cigarette.