Trevor Brooks & Andrew Delta Are Slutty Servicemen
Andrew Delta and Trevor Brooks, two taboo-seeking soldiers, hooked up in an empty locker room after their military transfer to the same base, discovering each other as fellow gay soldiers seeking forbidden satisfaction.
Feel The Military Passion
- Trevor Brooks & Andrew Delta are provocative and spicy.
- Their flip-fucking is intense and raw.
- The thought that they are soldiers makes things even hotter.
Trevor & Andrew Reveal The Secrets of The Barracks
The new soldier, Andrew Delta, stands in his locker, meticulously arranging his fatigues and neatly folding his underwear like a true professional. He knows the drill—look sharp, be sharp. But right now, his mind is a bit less on military protocol and a lot more on finding someone to be a little less professional with. He’s been in the military for a little over a month, and his desires are raging.
He slams a locker shut, the metallic sound echoing through the otherwise quiet area. He runs a hand through his hair, a muscle forged into peak condition by early morning PT sessions, tattooed with swirling patterns on his forearm. His eyes scan the empty corridor.
“Looking for someone?”
Andrew turns to see Trevor Brooks leaning against the jamb of the door at the far end of the locker room.
“Yeah, man,” Andrew says, cocking his head. “Lookin’ to kick back after a transfer. You’re the guy who just arrived with me?”
“Bro, you must be Andrew.” Trevor steps closer, his boots thudding softly on the concrete. “I’m Trevor. Heard you got gunned up like us.”
Andrew’s jaw tightens, but it’s not fear. “Hope that’s a good thing.”
“I think it might be.” Trevor’s eyes darken with heat; it’s unmistakable. The air in the locker room shifts thick and heavy.
They step toward each other, slowly, with purpose. Andrew pushes Trevor against the bank of lockers, making him grunt pleasantly. Their lips crash together, wet and hungry. Trevor’s hands immediately grab Andrew’s tight ass, pulling him flush against his own body. Andrew can feel Trevor growing, pressing against his own humble erection.
“Let’s make this official,” Trevor grunts against Andrew’s mouth, reaching to unzip Andrew’s pants.
Trevor falls to his knees in front of Andrew. Andrew looks down and groans as Trevor wraps those big hands around his thick length. Trevor uses his warm, wet mouth to work on Andrew with enthusiasm until Andrew is a quivering mess. Trevor’s cock twitches, ready.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Trevor commands, his voice raw with desire. He flips Andrew, bending him over a nearby bench. Trevor spits on his own hand and spreads himself between Andrew’s tight cheeks.
Andrew groans as Trevor pushes into him deep and hard. Andrew’s breathing is ragged in this made-for-themselves situation. Trevor isn’t gentle. He just takes what he wants. Andrew loves every second of it, pushing back against Trevor’s expert thrusts. Andrew’s hand finds his own cock, jerking himself as Trevor pounds into him from behind. The sounds of their heavy breathing and wet slapping of bodies fill the space.
After Trevor comes hard, he pulls out and stumbles back, breathing heavily. “Your turn, soldier,” he says with a playful salute.
Andrew grins and wastes no time, already hard again. He spins Trevor around, pushes him down just like Trevor did, and takes his own turn driving deep into the hot man in front of him. Andrew fucks Trevor long and hard, the locker room the perfect little pulsing cocoon for their intense new friendship. Trevor’s head thrashes, chin scraping the metal of the locker—he’s enjoying every single second of Andrew Delta. Both men are completely satisfied, grinning and panting against each other in the locker room.
