For a second, just a brief moment, the shock of the cold water took Tommy out of reality. His mind at peace, occupied with the freezing temperature of the shower in contrast to the desert heat surrounding it. But as soon as his body recognized the discomfort he had experienced a hundred nights before, the outside world came flooding back.
He was at the military base, because he was a soldier, who foolishly signed up for the army in an attempt to find purpose in his life, washing off the blood and sand and ashes from today's mission alongside a dozen other guys who survived too. And just like that Tommy's mind went back to those that didn't.
He was a medic, or at least, in practice. He had severely underestimated how privileged he had been not using his skills in the field for all the time he had been here. So far his deployment consisted of patching people up who came back beaten and bruised from battle. It wasn't exactly pretty; severed limbs, more GSW's than he could count, one head trauma they spend too long trying to find before the patient went into cardiac arrest. But no one had died. Not until today.
Tommy closed his eyes as to think of anything else but the blood and organs that flooded out of the bodies hit with shrapnel from an IED. He remembered one of the boys' faces. How clean shaven his chin was. How green his eyes and how red the freckles on his cheeks. He remembered saying it was going to be alright when it most obviously wasn't going to be. He cursed himself because he couldn't remember what to do, though nothing really can prepare you for repairing a stomach that is no longer there.
Ultimately, he remembered the power of holding the boy's hand. How strong his grip was, literally holding on for dear life. He had so much more left in him. Dreams of a future he would never fulfill. Within seconds the grip weakened. And in a few more it was over.
Tommy opened his eyes and he was back in the showers. He wanted to cry but nothing came. Or perhaps it did and he couldn't distinguish it from the water pouring over his face. No. He was emotionally constipated. He couldn't feel the sadness. The grief. It was too much.
A few of the guys turned their shower off and walked away. Tommy looked to his side. There was Karan. Tommy had never noticed how big he had gotten at base and not with muscle. His ass was huge and flubbery, almost like a woman's save for the black hairs that covered his brown cheeks.
Karan was Indian-American, but not one of those skinny ones you always see in movies. He had manboobs and a fat tummy that survived a thousand burpees and sit-ups. The guys always slapped his ass calling it a "girl's butt".
He was soft in personality too. A medic just like him, and a devout critic of the war itself. He had only joined the army because he refused to do nothing, and argued he could do more prevention of evil if he was at the forefront. Though nobody in the squad appreciated his lack of patriotism, they respected his mentality.
When Karan turned and exposed his round stomach and his shrunken cock in a black bush, Tommy couldn't help but feel blood rushing to his own rifle and making it jump a little. He had a girl back home, beautiful, wild, skinny and white, but she was a billion miles away and he hadn't been inside a warm body for over three months.
He looked up into Karan's eyes and saw his own sadness reflected. He too didn't want to linger in the memory of today. Tommy didn't think or care, about what he did next, when he did the unspeakable. He walked over to Karan, who looked at him desperate to be rescued from his own agony, and kissed him on the lips.
Tommy had never paid much mind to the social pressure of being in the army. He had signed up and instantly regretted it the second he found out it was more physical training and getting yelled at than doing something actually meaningful. It was a shit show, and deep down he believed everyone knew it was a shit show, but they were already in this, they had sworn the oath and couldn't get out, so the shit show went on.
It was therefor that Tommy didn't pay attention to the other guys in the shower who all gasped in disbelief or snickered in discomfort. All he cared about was not feeling so fucking empty inside, so bordering on the verge of crying hysterically or total numbness. And kissing his male fellow squad member on the lips had the exact response he had hoped for.
Karan's lips were soft as warm cherry pie on a summer's day, and his mouth tasted sweet like one too. There was a harshness there as well. Not a girl who melts in your arms at your touch, but a boy who's not used to being dominated.
Tommy opened his mouth further and slid his tongue into Karan, their mouths locking, staging a struggle for power. Karan's tongue moved up and down, the way some really excited girls did when they had no experience. Perhaps Karan hadn't either. He was from a strict home and not exactly the bastion of masculinity guys had to be these days.
Tommy swirled his tongue around Karan's with ease, forcing it to submit to his moves. Karan surrendered and relaxed his tongue muscle with a moan and soon the two tongues were massaging each other, clashing and rotating, like two partners dancing in the night. Their bodies followed suit and Tommy felt his own cock getting rock hard as it touched the naked wet skin of Karan. It almost made him burst, so long had it been since it touched another human's flesh.
Tommy lost control right then and there. He wrapped his arms around his friend, his big hands sliding over the boyish back, stroking down the hairs on their way to his soft, squishy ass cheeks. Feeling a meaty body against his own rock hard abs made Tommy leak.
Karan's own cock, significantly smaller than his, pressed into his loins. Again, Tommy nearly shot his load at the first touch of another man's dick against him. He had expected it to feel weird, but it made logical sense. It was just a hard stick pressing into you. Instead of finding the warm, wet lips of a girl, his sword dueled with Karan's for space as he held the brown boy's big body close against his own white one. His hard dick won and Karan's fell to the side.
Their balls swung into each other, the soft skin and hairs sliding slippery, wet from the water flowing endlessly over them. They were one now. Their boy bodies in total embrace. Crotch against crotch, chest against chest, their arms holding each other tight as to make every inch of their skin connect. Their tongues had not stopped dancing and Tommy pressed even harder, as he wanted to go deeper, warmer, softer.
