Torquere is doing its Charity Sip Blitz again this year. The charity this time is Outserve and the theme was Men in Uniform. Which of course meant my Jarheads were a natural for this one.
Rig has a secret. Sometimes, when he’s alone, he put on one of Rock or Dick’s old camo jackets and gets off wearing it. What happens when he’s caught in the middle of things by Rock and Dick themselves?
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Rig had a secret. One of those weird embarrassing ones that he never shared, not with Rock, not with Dick.
He never once regretted that his Blue had retired, that Dick was a civilian, but sometimes Rig wanted the whole uniform experience. On those days, when the boys were gone to the gym, Rig pulled Rock’s camo jacket out of the closet and ironed it, using the old can of spray starch, then he would strip down and wrap himself up in it, close his eyes and jack off, nice and easy, his Marines’ names on his lips.
It took the edge off a rough day, made him mellow and peaceful when his boys came home. It also felt a little bit dirty, a little hot.
A little kinky.
The fact that he did it in secret gave it an edge, too. Got him started every time.
Rig made sure everything was shut up and then went upstairs, wrapped himself in that soft, well-worn jacket, hand on his cock. The wind was blowing outside, rattling the windows, and he could hear the waves.
He imagined Rock and Dick, wearing their dress blues, standing at attention. Fuck, they looked good. Better than that, he could smell them both, male and strong, just right. Hell, he could hear them breathing.
No, really, he could hear them breathing.
His eyes popped open and there they were, in the doorway, just staring at him, looking a little stunned.
Oh, fuck. Rig froze, totally unsure what to say, what to do.
“Someone’s been wearing my jacket,” drawled Rock.
Dick nodded, grinned. “Looks like Goldilocks to me.”
Rig knew his cheeks were burning, and his hand was still around his prick; he just couldn’t seem to let go of it.
That was when he noticed the twin hard-ons tenting his Marines’ shorts.
“You want to keep jacking off, Rig, or you want me and the kid to jump your fucking bones?” Rock’s voice had that husky note that told him his Blue was nice and ready to go.
“I can jack off any time.”