Page 4 of Brighter Shades of Light
Cody
Getting out of bed was hard every morning, but even more so when there was a naked body wrapped around mine. Well, more specifically a warm mouth around my dick.
The guy hummed as he slid my tip between his wet lips and stroked my base. Ripples of pleasure moved up my shaft, and as he started flicking his tongue, the ripples became waves. He was a damn expert at sucking cock.
“Fuck, I’m close—” I cut off in a low moan.
He gently tugged on my balls as he picked up pace with the bobbing of his head. Another long hum and an enticing stroke of his tongue. In and out of his wet heat. Seconds later, I was shooting my load into his eager mouth. And he fucking swallowed every drop.
Impressive.
Random hookups weren’t common for me, but I indulged every now and then. I had met the guy at a bar last night, and I was pretty sure his name was Joe. Maybe. Joe had spent the night in my dorm room, and before he left that morning, he said he wanted to give me something to remember him by.
“If you ever want to meet up again, let me know,” Joe said, wiping his mouth.
“Will do.” I stretched my arms and yawned, my once tense muscles now relaxed. I could’ve easily gone back to sleep. Not wanting to be an asshole, though, I looked at him. “You want me to repay the favor?”
“Nah. I need to get home. Maybe next time.” He got off the bed and found his clothes. “I’ll give you my number before I head out. But call when you want to meet up again. Don’t text.”
Strange request, but whatever. Dude was probably married or something. In a hurry or not, guys didn’t pass on a blowjob.
Joe didn’t bother with a goodbye kiss. He plugged his number into my phone, put on his clothes, and left within minutes. Easy. No strings attached.
As much as I would’ve liked to find a man to settle down with, occasional one-night-stands would have to do for now. Not that I hadn’t met some nice guys, but I tended to lose interest in them after a few hangouts. I got bored and made excuses not to see them again.
It was better to keep things strictly physical…but even then, I’d lose interest after a while.
Eventually, I got my lazy ass out of bed and showered. Classes started the next day, and I had things I wanted to do before then. I already had the semester’s textbooks from the campus bookstore, but I needed to get a few supplies like notebooks and pens—since I always seemed to lose every pen I owned.
The hot water on my shoulders and upper back was to die for. I was sore from my training, but it was a good sore. My body had grown a lot over the past three years, and I was damn proud of it. The Navy Reserve Officer Training Corps—or NROTC—was paying for my college education in exchange for an eight-year commitment to serve in the military after I got my degree.
A fair trade, in my opinion. I had wanted to be a Marine ever since I was a kid.
Last summer, I attended a six-week-long drill at Marine Corps’ Mountain Warfare School. Those six weeks had been brutal and exhausting. The other midshipmen and I had learned survival techniques and undergone high altitude conditioning. I was assigned a Petty Officer who’d been both a motivator and an ass kicker as I became familiarized with performing duties.
This summer, though, I had gone to Officer Candidate School, also known as “bulldog.” I just got back. The other Marine Option midshipmen and I had gone through a grueling six-week OCS course where we’d been put to the test. We had been screened and evaluated, seeing who had what it took to be a Marine Corps Officer. The attrition rate was usually low. Not every midshipman passed.
One guy had dropped out of the training a month in, not able to take the physical aspect of it, but also the mental toll. If you couldn’t take it, it was best to drop out early. No matter how brutal the training, it was still just training. The real thing would be something else entirely.
Out of the shower, I threw on some clothes and ran my hands through my short, brown hair before leaving the dorm and hopping in my truck. I was starving. The college dining hall wouldn’t open until the next day, and I hadn’t bought groceries to cook anything.
Fast food it is, then.
Radio cranked to my favorite rock station, windows rolled down, and a warm summer breeze on my face, I was in my happy place as I drove through town. The fact my old truck even started added to that happiness. Summers weren’t evertoomiserable in Emerald Falls. The temperature normally stayed between eighty and ninety degrees, but the humidity was low, so even when it was hot, at least it wasn’t suffocating…most of the time.
I passed the local diner that was always packed, continued farther down the road to the historic district, and soon, the smell of freshly-cut grass filled the cab of my truck as people mowed their lawns. It was the perfect day for it, too—not too hot, and it wasn’t raining.
It felt great to be back.
What I liked about being in NROTC was I got a taste of the military life while also having a somewhat normal college experience. I got to attend classes with a mix of military and non-military students at a normal university, go out to bars or clubs on the weekend, and even join a fraternity if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. Fuck, I could even join the anime club or some shit if the urge struck me.
My phone rang, screaming out the chorus toStuck in Your Headby I Prevail, and I grabbed it.
“Hello?”
“Hey, punk,” Tristen said. “Where are you? I heard you leave.”
He was my best friend, roommate, and fellow midshipman. I first met him the summer before my freshmen year of college at the initial training for the program, and we’d instantly hit it off. During the orientation, we didn’t leave each other’s sides. Now, about to start our senior year, we were still pretty much inseparable.
