A Soldier's Temptation
2nd Edition
Having just gone off duty for the day, George and his friend Harry marched from the mess hall towards their barracks. They were dressed in their No. 1 blues uniform, parade shoes and beret, all in tip-top shape.
They talked about various video games they had been playing recently during their vacation and which they preferred. They soon spotted the mechanics workshop coming up on their left, noticing someone inside. The person had their head under the bonnet of a van.
As they marched closer, they realised who was working on the vehicle.
"Oh god, it's him." Said Harry, keeping his voice down.
"What, Brody? You heard much about him lately?" replied George, glancing at Harry briefly
"What weird shit has he been saying now?" Asked Harry.
"Nothing, actually, surprisingly. But I've heard that people think he might be, you know, gay," said George reluctantly, trying to keep his voice down.
"Ha, it wouldn't surprise me, to be honest..." giggled Harry. He paused in thought for a moment, coming up with an idea. "Hey, how about we find out if he is actually gay... Then they won't be just rumours then. If you find out, I'll buy you a beer every day for a week!"
"Oh fuck off! A month at least!" Said George, tempted by the idea.
"Done! Go on then; see you later. Try not to get molested." Harry joked, breaking away from George and urging him to head to the workshop. George looked back at Harry as he marched away.
Harry waved and smiled mockingly, heading away and leaving George to gather himself before walking into the workshop. Brody poked his head out from under the bonnet as he saw George approaching.
"Evening Sergeant. What can I do for you?" He chirped.
George stood close by, almost brushing up against Brody as he said hello.
"Evening. It's alright; I'm just seeing how you're doing; what's up with this one then?" He asked politely.
George had become increasingly more handsome after he'd passed into adulthood a few years ago, only getting hotter as the years slowly rolled by. For a man of 24 years, he was a well-kept and clean-shaven guy, tall, slim and relatively muscular.
His smouldering good looks meant the ladies were often all over him, eager to flirt regularly. Which he had no problem with and often enjoyed the attention. But the thought of another finding him attractive hadn't crossed his mind before, until now.
"Oh alright, um... looks like a coolant leak; that's why it's overheating constantly." Said Brody.
George stood pretty close, almost touching him but keeping a slight distance for now. Brody couldn't help but admire George's gorgeous body, trying to be discreet about it as he moved around behind him, catching a glimpse of his arse as he ducked under the bonnet again.
"Ah, ok. Sounds like that could be a lot of work." George replied, sticking close by as he peered under the bonnet too; this time, he was right up against him, seeing how he would react. Brody tried to ignore how close he was getting and continued working to find the leak.
"Well, it could be, depending on where it's coming from. It could be the water pump, the Radiator, or just a split hose." Said Brody.
George stuck close, brushing against him a few times. Brody coughed slightly, feeling a little uneasy as he felt a few flutters down below, his dick threatening to become erect being in such close contact, his mind picturing various explicit thoughts, which steadily became all he could think about as George stayed close by.
"Sounds expensive," said George, reaching into the engine to look around, seemingly touching Brody's hand accidentally a few times. George began to notice how Brody seemed a little uneasy now, unsure if it was because he was so close or because he was genuinely getting in the way.
George reached into his pocket, momentarily brushing Brody's arse, as he pulled out his phone to use his torch. Brody sighed as he suspected something was going on but wasn't sure if George was just careless. Doubting himself and just saying in his head that he was overthinking it, as usual, seeing signs that weren't actually there.
"So, anything interesting happen lately?" Asked Brody, trying his best to carry on without seeming bothered.
"Um, not much, I guess... rumours are floating around as usual, though. But never really been one for gossip." Said George with a slight shrug.
"Oh really... hear my name amongst them, did you?" Said Brody coldly, continuing with his work.
George got the impression Brody knew why he was even talking to him, but he refused to give up without hearing him say it flat out.
"Well, yeah... There's rumours about everyone really... I've heard that people think you might be, you know, into guys..." he said carefully, watching Brody's reaction. Brody chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head.
"Look, mate... I don't mean to be rude, but my personal life shouldn't be the gossip of mere acquaintances and colleagues. That's why I've always kept to myself around others; the less they all know, the better. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do." He said sharply, giving George a stern look, hinting he should leave.
"Hey, hey, chill man, I don't mean to cause any offence... like, I'm just curious, you know?" Said George, stepping back a little with his hands raised.
Brody seemed unsure, still suspecting something was up but questioning whether George was hinting at something.
"So what if I am? What's it to you?" He replied. George shrugged slightly.
"I got nothing against it. I'm just curious. If you know what I mean?" Approaching Brody again cautiously.
Brody stood his ground as George reached for his hand, being slow and cautious just in case. Brody gulped, his mind racing with all kinds of imagery. George soon noticed a bulge forming in Brody's trousers; he was about to laugh when Brody grabbed hold of him, pushing him around the side of the van and slamming him against it.
Before George could react, Brody kissed him, taking the chance to cop a feel of George's superb arse, squeezing his firm cheeks eagerly. George was stunned, unsure of how to react at first. But soon, he felt a warm rush of excitement flooding through him as he kissed back, grabbing Brody's bulge and rubbing it as he remained pinned up against the van.
Brody pressed himself closer as he felt George groping him, feeling that he was willing to carry on; they continued kissing, moaning softly as they began to tongue each other lightly.
Not daring to be seen by anyone whilst in uniform, Brody urged George towards the back room, stopping briefly to head out of sight and lock the door. Once hidden away, they resumed kissing. Brody backed George against a worktop, groping his muscular body when he realised there was a bulge in George's trousers.
George surprised himself that he was getting turned on by this, his breathing becoming ragged as Brody groped his growing bulge. George felt around for Brody's belt, undoing it and quickly unzipping his trousers. He reached in, slipping a hand into Brody's boxers and grasping his throbbing dick.
Brody moaned deeply as George started stroking his shaft, already trickling with pre-cum as he trembled with excitement. They kept kissing as George pulled his trousers down, revealing his manhood. Urging Brody to sit down, he took a firm hold of his dick and started stroking, making Brody moan and curse.
Brody tried to keep quiet, hoping no one would hear them and interrupt this heavenly moment. George took to stroking Brody's cock with ease, thinking of it as his own and trying to do it how he would on himself, which so far was going well as Brody gripped the sides of the desk chair he was slumped in, his legs spread apart with George between them.
