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  “Q, buddy,” Jabara said urgently. “Promise you’ll pick me if I’m still up. Don’t let me get picked last!”

  “Awww, man,” Quantrill grumbled. The chances of Jabara making an attractive female were not good. .Quantrill wasn’t the type to go after a woman 30 centimeters taller than he was. Of course, everyone in the platoon was taller than he was.

  “Come on! Please,” Jabara insisted. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”

  “Fine,” Quantrill relented. “You better at least have nice tits.”

  “I’ll do my best,” Jabara said with a grin and went off to join the others. Sergeant Prince was organizing the soon-to-be women onto bedrolls on the floor. The rest of the platoon stood around discussing the potential assets each woman might have. It was nothing but guesswork, but it was good for a laugh.

  In all the commotion, Quantrill lost sight of Lieutenant Hardaway. He had the drug. Where did he go? Then he turned and saw the Lieutenant heading in his direction. Hardaway walked right up to Quantrill and gave him the same burning, intense look he had on C224A. The Lieutenant was an intense man under any circumstances, but it was nothing compared to that look. Quantrill felt his knees get wobbly and his throat go dry. “Sir?” he croaked.

  Hardaway pressed a plastic card into his hand. Then he raised a hypospray injector to Quantrill’s forearm and with a quiet hiss injected him with the drug. “Report to room 201,” Hardaway instructed in a deep, powerful voice that accepted no argument.

  Quantrill was stunned. He was supposed to be a man this time! He was going to pick his own woman. What was going on? He looked at Lieutenant Hardaway with a confused expression.

  Hardaway just turned and began to walk away. Then he stopped, glanced back over his shoulder, and said, “Be naked when I get there,” and walked on.

  Quantrill looked down at the card in his hand. It had a picture of the hotel taken from the beach. Glossy gold text displayed “Hotel Azure” across the top. It was a room key! Lieutenant Hardaway wanted to be with him again! The Lieutenant could have literally anyone, but chose Quantrill. Did Hardaway like him? Really like him? Was it possible? A wide smile split his face – the Lieutenant chose him.

  Quantrill knew he had to hurry. He was feeling light headed from the drug already. He would be completely smashed in minutes. He scurried to the stairs and then up to the second floor. Room 201 was the first door he saw. Quantrill slid the card into the lock and it clicked open with a happy beep.

  The room on the other side was amazing! It was a corner suite with windows that looked out on the ocean and the beach. The furniture was immaculate and luxurious. The carpet was thick and soft. Quantrill couldn’t spare much time to admire the view, however. He was feeling light-headed and burning hot. He pulled off his shirt and staggered into the bedroom.

  The bed was about the size of a football pitch. Quantrill flopped down on the fluffy comforter and struggled to pull off his boots. Finally he tossed those aside and pulled at his fatigue pants. Sweat poured down his face and chest. He felt like he had just walked into a sauna – that was on fire. He worked his pants down past his knees and tried to crawl into the center of the enormous bed. His breathing came in ragged gasps.

  He gave up on trying to move and lay on his back. The air felt thick and hot, like the oxygen had been used up. He raised his head to look at the pants still down around his legs. He needed to get those off. He would look ridiculous! He tried to sit up, but his head was swimming. He looked down and saw his penis appear to shrink and shrivel up before his eyes. He did not need to see that! Quantrill squeezed his eyes shut. Seconds later the darkness claimed him.

  ***

  He awoke some time later in the same room, but lying in the middle of the vast bed with his head on a soft pillow. He was covered with a silky sheet. He sat up and looked around. The sheet dropped away from his chest revealing the enormous pair of breasts he remembered from the last time. “Well, I guess it worked,” he said in a soft, high pitched voice.

  The table beside the bed held a plate of pineapple slices. That looked perfect. He was absolutely famished! He scooted over and stuffed one into his mouth. It was delicious! It must have been grown right on the island. It was amazingly fresh. He gobbled the rest down, leaving dribbles of sticky, pale yellow juice on his chin and down into the valley of his cleavage.

  “Hello,” Quantrill called out. “Is anyone there?” He got up from the bed and padded across the thick carpet. He wrapped the silken sheet around himself, but then decided there was no point in that. He tossed the sheet back on the bed and walked out of the bedroom naked. The rest of the suite was empty as well. Lieutenant Hardaway must have come and gone.

  He went back into the bedroom and then into the bath. The bathroom was even more luxurious than the rest of the suite! The floor and walls were covered in marble tile. The fixtures gleamed in chrome. The bathtub looked to be about big enough for six people. Talk about lifestyles of the rich and famous.

  He went to one of the sinks and tried the faucet. To his surprise clean, clear water ran out. Nice! He rinsed off his hands and face then splashed some water onto his breasts to clean off the sticky residue of pineapple juice. He grabbed a fluffy towel from a stack on the counter and dried himself. Then he happened to see his reflection in the mirror.

  “Oh my God,” he sighed. He was beautiful! The face in the mirror looked like his. At least, he could recognize it as his own face. But it was so different. His goofy nose and buggy eyes were now delicate and feminine. He could have been a model or a vid star.

  He squinted at the mirror. He gave his reflection a flirty pout. Then he tried a wide smile. Then a sultry grin. He was gorgeous! No wonder Hardaway wanted to bang him again. He laughed a musical little laugh and scrunched his nose. That was even adorable!

  He felt a twinge of irritation. It really wasn’t fair. If he was that good looking as a man, he would have had to beat the girls off with a stick. Instead girls hardly noticed him. Some people get all the luck. Did it make sense to be jealous of himself? Probably not, but there it was.

  He heard the click and swoosh of the door to the hotel room opening. He tried the sultry grin one more time in the mirror and then rushed to the door to the bedroom. Quantrill greeted Lieutenant Hardaway in the bedroom doorway completely nude. Hardaway looked at him with a little half smile, sending a flash of heat into Quantrill’s middle. He tried out the sultry grin, hoping to have Hardaway grab him and toss him onto the bed. Instead the Lieutenant just stood there, looking him up and down.

  “Come over here,” Hardaway finally told him. Quantrill walked across the carpet, unable to break eye contact with the Lieutenant’s intense gaze. He stopped when he was toe-to-toe with Hardaway. His large, perky breasts reached out and nearly closed the gap between them.

  “On your knees,” Hardaway instructed. Quantrill felt his grin falter, but did as he was told. He sunk down to his knees on the deep pile carpet. Hardaway’s crotch was right in front of his face. The Lieutenant shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Open my pants.”

  “Yes, sir,” Quantrill said softly. He reached out with his small hands and unsnapped the Lieutenant’s fatigue pants. He pulled down the zipper and then opened the heavy duty fabric. He looked up at Hardaway, who only nodded for him to keep going. Quantrill put his fingers inside the waistband and pulled. Once he wrestled the waistband over the bulging muscle of Hardaway’s ass they dropped easily. Hardaway’s thick, partially erect cock sprang toward Quantrill’s face.

  Quantrill ducked and pulled away. “It’s okay,” Hardaway encouraged. “It won’t hurt you. Put it in your mouth.”

  Hold on a minute! He didn’t want to suck a penis. That wasn’t the sort of thing he did. It seemed unsanitary and unnatural. On the other hand, how could he say no to Lieutenant Hardaway? “Come on,” Hardaway urged. “Embrace the suck.”

  Quantrill put his hand around Hardaway’s member. It was still soft and spongy, but warm to the touch. He lifted the b
ulging head to his lips and tentatively let it poke into his mouth. He felt the cock swell immediately, and opened wider to give it room. He sucked gently, wrapping his full, thick lips around the cock.

  “Mmmm,” Hardaway moaned. “Good girl.”

  Encouraged by the Lieutenant’s moans of pleasure, Quantrill let more of the thick member slide past his lips. The bulbous head filled his mouth and he lapped at the underside with his tongue. It had an earthy, slightly salty taste that was surprisingly pleasant. He slowly pulled the cock back out, dragging his lips over the smooth, veiny skin.

  Hardaway was completely hard now, standing out straight and powerful like a rod of steel. Quantrill felt accomplished – he did that. He made his commanding officer hard with just his mouth. And it was fun! He was nearly choking on the big dick, but damn it was satisfying get the job done. He looked up and met Hardaway’s intense gaze while he pushed his mouth back onto the cock.

  “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” the Lieutenant panted. He emphasized his excitement with a shiver of his powerful, virile body.

  Quantrill smiled around the thick cock filling his mouth. It was such an honor to be able to make a man like Lieutenant Hardaway quiver with pleasure! The young private felt more powerful and capable than he had ever felt in his life. Much more powerful than when he had put his own average dick into a willing girl back home. Even more powerful than when he got a perfect score on the marksmanship course at boot camp or brought down a charging bug monster with a killer shot.

  Quantrill shoved the tip of the big dick in and out of his mouth. He caressed the bulging shape with his lips and his tongue, covering it with his saliva until it was dripping with hot wetness. Sucking cock was fun! He had no idea. And Hardaway’s appreciative moans only drove him on. He was going to suck the shit out of that cock!

  He was even getting turned on by it. He put a hand between his legs and plunged two fingers into his inflamed slit. His body was on fire with desire. Quantrill was moaning right along with Lieutenant Hardaway, taking more and more of the fat dick into his mouth.

  Hardaway’s cries became more urgent. He grabbed at Quantrill’s head with his strong hands and held him in place so he could rock his hips back and forth to stroke his cock in and out of the willing mouth in front of him. Quantrill could only kneel there and take it. The big dick plunged deeper and deeper into his mouth, pressing against the back of his throat. The Lieutenant’s thrusts were more and more forceful, making Quantrill gag on the thick invader with each stroke. Quantrill tried to hold on, to give as much pleasure as possible. Even with tears streaming down his face from the battering at his throat, he was in heaven.

  Quantrill knew what he had to do. He grabbed at Hardaway’s bulging, muscular ass and pulled his face into the man’s crotch. He forced the thick cock past his gag reflex and down his throat. Hardaway froze and held his breath. Quantrill could feel Hardaway’s manhood throb and pulsate where it was wedged down the back of his mouth. The Lieutenant shot his load straight down Quantrill’s throat.

  “Fuck!” Hardaway groaned. He pulled his cock out of Quantrill’s mouth with a wet slurp and took a staggering step backward. “You are fucking amazing.”

  “That cock is soooo delicious,” Quantrill said softly. He slumped down and leaned on one arm. He felt used up. He hadn’t reached orgasm himself, but that hard driving face fuck had drained him. He was ready to collapse. He looked over at Lieutenant Hardaway and knew in an instant that he wasn’t done – not by a long shot.

  “Get up on the bed,” the tall officer commanded. “On your hands and knees.”

  Quantrill quickly did as he was told. His bare, soft feminine ass was pointed back toward the bedroom door – and at Lieutenant Hardaway. Quantrill looked back over his shoulder as the man pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. His muscles flexed and bulged. Hardaway wasn’t some preening gym rat – he didn’t have a body meant for show, he had a body meant for action. He was strong without being bulky and fast without being fragile. It was the sexiest thing Quantrill could imagine, because he knew what that body could do. It was capable of bringing great pleasure and of bringing terrible violence.

  “Are you wet for me?” Hardaway asked.

  “Dripping,” Quantrill said immediately.

  Hardaway walked slowly toward the bed. He went up to Quantrill and put his hand on the young Private’s round, little ass. Quantrill looked back and saw with some disappointment that Hardaway’s erection was softening. He had already shot off. How was he going to fuck him like that?

  The Lieutenant dropped down to his knees behind Quantrill. He began to plant little kisses along his thighs and up the curve of his backside. Each time Hardaway’s warm lips touched his sensitive skin, little bursts of heat would flare up in his dripping pussy. Then the Lieutenant moved his kisses closer and closer to that hot, wet opening and Quantrill held his breath in anticipation. What was he going to do? Was he going to return the favor and get him off with his mouth?

  “Oh, wow,” Quantrill moaned when Hardaway’s seeking tongue slowly parted his lower lips. The Lieutenant’s strong hands kneaded his soft, plush ass and his face pressed against his backside. His tongue probed deeper and deeper into Quantrill’s entry, making the young private squirm with pleasure. “Oh, wow that feels good,” he repeated.

  Hardaway licked Quantrill’s slit up and down. Each stroke would end on Quantrill’s throbbing clitoris, sending a jolt through his body that would leave him panting and quivering until the next time. He was beginning to think Hardaway was toying with him.

  Even so, when the hot tongue pulled away, Quantrill made a little whine of protest and surprise. He looked back and saw Hardaway stand and reveal a fully hard erection. Quantrill’s whine quickly turned to a moan as Hardaway grabbed his wide hips and thrust his hardness into the eager pussy. Quantrill was glad for the tongue teasing – the big cock entered his soggy slit like a hand into a glove.

  “Fuck yes!” Quantrill groaned. Being penetrated by his commanding officer’s rock hard member felt incredible. And when Hardaway began to pump in and out of him faster and harder, Quantrill was beside himself. His heavy, round tits hung down below him, swaying in time to the pounding of his pussy.

  Suddenly an orgasm tore through his body. His muscles vibrated like guitar strings. Then, in an instant, the tension drained away. Quantrill’s arms buckled and his face fell to the bed. Hardaway still held his hips up and continued to fuck him in earnest. His quivering pussy quickly spun up to the highest levels of pleasure once again. Then he was blasted even higher! The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before.

  “Yes! Yes!” Quantrill screamed. He was out of control. The Lieutenant’s big cock was driving him wild! Quantrill grabbed a fluffy hotel pillow and smashed it over his mouth to stifle his savage cries. Then the hot fucking stopped.

  Hardaway reached down and pulled the pillow away. “I want to hear you scream,” he said in a stern voice.

  “Yes, sir,” Quantrill replied, out of breath.

  Hardaway resumed rutting on the young Private, who cried out in wild abandon. Quantrill was no longer able to form words, but his meaning was clear. Keep fucking me. Don’t stop. He didn’t know how long Hardaway rode his ass that night – ten minutes. Twenty. An hour. All he knew was that he gave the man anything he wanted. Quantrill got so much more in return.

  “You are so dangerous,” Hardaway said softly when the two lovers crawled under the covers for the night.

  “Me?” Quantrill asked in his small, high-pitched voice. “You’re Lieutenant Hardaway. Nothing can touch you.”

  “I wish that were true,” the old warrior said softly and rolled over. Quantrill spooned up beside him and was asleep in minutes.

  Chapter 12

  The Beach

  Quantrill woke up the next morning alone in the huge bed. That was a disappointment. It seemed to happen every time! He even felt sad about it. Ordinarily that sort of thing wouldn’t bother him, so it wa
s a strange feeling. He tried to shake it off and got out of bed to look around the hotel room.

  He had stayed in a hotel once when he was nine or ten. His mother brought him along to his Cousin Lucy’s wedding. That had been a tiny, dingy cubicle with two small, dirty beds stuffed inside. This hotel was the complete opposite. It was bright and airy, with room to stretch out and walk around. The furnishings were luxurious and comfortable. He could definitely get used to living like that.

  Quantrill pulled open drawers and looked inside the cabinets. He found a Holy Bible, of course. There was a bar with tiny bottles of liquor and glittering crystal glasses. The closet was big enough to walk inside. And still had clothes hanging on the racks! Like the rest of the colony, whoever stayed in this room left in a hot hurry.

  He went into the luxurious bathroom and rinsed his face in the sink. It was wonderfully convenient to have running water right in his room. Wait! Did that mean he could take a shower? He scurried over to the shower stall – which was basically one corner of the marble-tiled room enclosed in huge sheets of clear glass – and cranked the faucet all the way. Quantrill looked up expecting to see a shower nozzle, but instead drops of water rained down from small holes in a large, polished metal plate in the ceiling. First there were only a few but more and more followed. Soon the entire shower stall was filled with a gentle downpour.

  “Wow,” Quantrill exclaimed softly. He stepped into the shower. It was like standing out in a gentle spring rain – only without the pollution. He soaped up his strange, new body with the sweet-smelling soap he found in the shower. Everything felt so different. He was used to a narrow, flat chest but now he had enormous, round tits overflowing in all directions. And they were sensitive! He had never felt such pleasure from touching his own body before.

  He bent to clean himself down below. His short, straight legs were still short but now curved gracefully up to broad, conspicuous hips. His midsection was still flat and firm but his waist was so narrow that when he ran his soapy hands down his sides they almost got lost. Where he expected his body to keep going there was nothing but empty space. Of course, there was no more conspicuous missing part of his body than what was no longer between his legs. But even that was replaced with something else – something even more exciting.