Raw Recruits

by Zack

  He held out a hand and, reluctantly, Luke and Harry fished their phones out and handed them over. The sergeant smiled as he noted the latest iPhones. “You don’t do badly, I see.” He locked them in a drawer. From the sound of it, the drawer was full. Then he reached into another and took out two bundles of new greenbacks and placed them on the desk. “I take it you still want to join up?” he asked brusquely.

  Harry grinned happily. “You bet your ass.”

  “It’s your ass you’re betting,” came the cold reply.

  “I’ll go along with that as soon as you tell us where and what it is we’re gonna do.”

  The lizard stare turned on Luke.

  “I told you boy, you’re going to the Caribbean. To a private island. The man who owns it needs his own little army to do a job for him. You don’t need to know more than that at this moment. Is that okay with you?” he added with institutional sarcasm.

  Luke thought for a second. “Okay.”

  “Sir!”

  “Yessir, sergeant, sir!”

  “You fly to Jamaica tomorrow. Make sure you dress like regular tourists. You’ll be met at Kingston airport and taken to a bar called Jimmy’s.” He handed over a packet of flight material. “Everything’s in there. Fill in your names and details where indicated. And if you’re thinking of changing your minds when you leave here, don’t. We’ll find you.”

  Luke suddenly had no doubt of this.

  They picked up their money and headed for the door. As Luke passed the gymnast he winked and said softly, “See ya around.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Ride Me to Jamaica

  The two recruits arrived at JKF the next afternoon dressed, as instructed, like typical tourists. For Harry, who Luke knew hankered after a Californian lifestyle, that meant stylish boardies elaborately patterned in an old-fashioned Bermuda way, while Luke had opted for short South African wrangler shorts, albeit of a softer material than a real bushwhacker would have worn. In either case, although a little more neatly tailored than the pants they wore on the streets of Manhattan, they nevertheless left little doubt as to what lay dormant, packed away underneath.

  “God, Luke, you’re such a prick teaser,” Harry whispered from the corner of his mouth as they pushed through the human log-jam at the entryway.

  It was true. Luke enjoyed showing off what he’d got wherever he was, so he’d spent some time arranging his long cock and bunched balls to one side of the short pants, so that the outline of both showed clearly. Harry was content with a conspicuous bunched-up bulge held in place by some new K-Cs. Luke had chosen a fitted T-shirt which hugged his muscled body. Harry wore a tight-fitting short-sleeved white shirt open tantalizingly all the way to his waist where a line of downy hair could be seen pointing the way like a traffic sign to his pants’ waistband.

  Billfolds flushed with the cash advance, Luke and Harry took a cab out to the airport instead of public transport. As they fought their way through the ever-crowded Terminal 5 to the jetAway.com ticketing desk their appearance drew a wide range of responses from both sexes, from glaring disapproval to lustful admiration.

  As they approached the crush at the row of check-in counters, Luke noticed one young man in tight faded Levi’s and shoulder-cut singlet, with short blond hair and an eye-candy physique and face. He only had a carry-on and a magazine tucked under his arm. It was obvious to Luke that the guy was struggling to get a place in the line directly behind him. Luke gave him the briefest of glances from the corner of his eye, but kept his back to the boy as though he’d not really noticed him. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes’ hesitation, as they waited for the line to push forward and close up on either side, he felt the youngster bump gently against his butt. After another pause he began to rub and bounce his crotch tentatively against Luke’s backside.

  Luke smiled to himself as he felt a tingling in his own groin. Casually, he stretched his hand out behind and scratched his lower back. Then he hooked his thumb into the waistband of his bushwhackers, letting the rest of his hand dangle free. With a slight movement, the young man changed position to press his bulge against Luke’s fingers, which curled up and scratched at the rough denim.

  After a few seconds the boy surreptitiously unzipped the fly and increased the pressure against Luke’s hand. He was obviously dressed ready for action—he wore no underpants. Luke’s fingers brushed against the boy’s curly warmth and found his cock immediately. It was too risky to pull it out so Luke contented himself with gently stroking it and rubbing the smooth knob. Luke roved his thumb over the piss hole, and the boy reacted immediately with a slippery lubrication. He was hard in no time and Luke began to jack him as best he could in the confined space of the jeans, all the while jostled by the waiting passengers in the adjacent lines.

  Harry realized what was happening and moved beside the two so that they were better concealed from at least one angle. Luke tried looking as nonchalant as he could but there was no way he could prevent a broad grin from breaking out. Another passenger in front of Luke turned half-around and, thinking Luke was smiling at him, gave a friendly nod back. But when he looked down and saw Luke’s hard-on pushing down the leg of his short pants, the smile vanished immediately. He flushed, jerked his head back, and stared ahead.

  At that moment Luke felt the cock in his hand begin to throb strongly and a hot wetness filled his cupped fingers. As soon as Luke removed his hand the boy pulled his zipper up, and Harry smiled as he saw him try to conceal the large wet patch on the front of his jeans with the magazine. Luke, having nowhere to wipe his hand, sucked his fingers clean, enjoying the salty cum taste, then turned around, smiled at the boy, and said, “See ya again.”

  The boy rewarded him with a shy smile.

  They reached the front of the line eventually and the jetAway.com operative behind the counter smiled sweetly as she checked the tickets and handed them their boarding passes. Luke guessed their maleness excited her. Her desire flowered when she moved to the gap in the counter to weigh and tag their kitbags and saw the remains of Luke’s hard-on. She became flustered, even more so when he gave her his best “want it darlin?” look and winked. Then he said, “It’s okay, I got all I want right here.” And he slipped his arm through Harry’s and pulled his friend close. She glared as Luke tipped her a wink before they turned to push through the lines toward Departures.

  As they passed the line of airport stores, Harry waved at a Barnes & Noble concession. “Wanna buy a book to read on the flight?”

  “Hell no. Won’t have no time for reading. That blond kid is going to join the eight mile high club with me.” Luke grinned.

  They reached the security room and rapidly progressed to the scanners. As Luke’s carry-on bag emerged from the machine’s bowels, a security officer stopped him from collecting it. “Is that yours? I’d like you to open it up please, sir.”

  Luke gave the man an engaging smile, and opened the bag. The officer peered, rummaged, and then asked, “And what’s this?”

  Luke looked in. The man pointed to a leather harness attached to a large metal cock ring. Luke opened his eyes wide and shrugged as though it were the first time he’d seen anything like it. The officer was in his late thirties, but looked fit enough, so Luke wasn’t too upset when he said, “You’ll have to come with me, sir. Just a quick body search.”

  Luke gave Harry a what-the-hell and wait-for-me look, and followed the officer into a small search room off the main security hall. As soon as the door clicked shut, the guy turned on him.

  “You want to make your flight, sir, you’ll be giving me a quick blow job for the privilege of taking forbidden metal items on board.”

  “I’d no idea a cock ring was forbidden, officer,” Luke replied blandly.

  “Tis now. Get on with it.” He unzipped his fly and pulled out a good sized cock, already stiffening in anticipation. Luke gave a perfunctory sigh, knelt down and took it in his mouth. He used all his hustler tricks, and within two minutes the man gave a sa
tisfied moan and shot his load, surprised at how greedily Luke sucked it all down.

  Moments later, he was reunited with a puzzled Harry.

  Luke grinned at his pal. “Doncha just hate airports these days? It used to be so much easier getting to your flight once upon a time.”

  Despite the lines at the ticket counter the jetAway.com 777 was less than half full, and they were able to choose their seats in coach (no advanced expenses for business or first on this trip). They moved to the back of the cabin where they could get a window view unobscured by the wing, as well as discuss their new adventure in private. As the last of the passengers boarded they found that the nearest occupied seats were half a dozen rows forward. The young guy that Luke had jerked off took a seat about five rows away. Luke noticed that somewhere between the ticket desk and the jetway he had changed his jeans for a pair of hip-hugging white short pants. Before he sat down, he checked the seats around him until he spotted Luke. He gave an enigmatic smile.

  The interior of the aircraft was pleasantly cool after the stifling terminal, and both men reclined their seats, closed their eyes, and stretched out. “Nervous?” Harry murmured.

  “Of flying?”

  “No, dipshit. Of what’s ahead.”

  “Not really.” Luke fell silent a moment. “But I’d still like to know who’s hiring mercenaries and why. Those two were more interested in how good we fuck than how well we fight, and that must say something about their boss.”

  “Who is Jan, or what? Someone else above him?’

  Luke shrugged.

  “Come on,” Harry carried on lazily, “I didn’t mean to spook you with all that sixth sense stuff. They were just randy bastards taking advantage of all the beef that must be passing through their hands. He did say we’d be told everything when we arrived. Relax, buddy, and enjoy the flight.” He closed his eyes and a moment later Luke followed suit.

  At that moment the tenor of the exterior sounds changed and the airplane began to push back.

  Luke was about to say something when an attractive tenor voice interrupted his thoughts.

  “Would you gentlemen like to raise your seat backs ready for departure and fasten your seat belts, or your flight may not be so enjoyable.”

  Luke opened one eye to find a member of the cabin crew standing by their seats looking down at them—and, it seemed, their bulging crotches in particular. But no ordinary limp-wristed flyboy this one, Luke noticed when he opened the other eye. His thin tight, white shirt contoured solid muscle. The short sleeves showed off his firm biceps, thick, downy forearms and big, strong hands. In unison Luke and Harry’s wide-open eyes traveled slowly up his six-foot frame to find surmounting this desirable body a friendly, solid face, darkly tanned, with a square chin and pleasant brown eyes.

  “You must be the in-flight service,” Luke said drowsily as they pulled their seats upright and fastened the seat belts.

  “My name’s Philip,” he came back lightly. “It’s my pleasure to look after all your needs on this flight. Oh, don’t fasten that too tightly,” he added, as Luke laid the belt across the mound of his fly, “just in case we stop suddenly.” He flashed perfect white teeth at them. “If you gentlemen want … anything, just press the call button above your heads.”

  “Was that ‘ any -thing’?” Luke murmured as the flight attendant strolled on along the aisle, slapping the few open overhead locker doors shut as he went.

  “Mm-hmm. I hope we meet up with him in Kingston.” Harry licked his lips salaciously.

  “I’ve a feeling we’re not going to have to wait that long,” Luke replied. “I, for one, am going to have a piece of that ass before we land.”

  “What about the young eight-miler up ahead?”

  Luke shrugged. “Oh, I already sorta had him. He’s yours, if you want.”

  The first hour of the flight passed uneventfully and the two men dozed. In his semi-awake state however, Luke kept dreaming of Philip’s body, ripping his shirt off and having him in several different ways. It was no good. The fantasy was nothing like the reality and his cock strained to be free of his pants. He decided it was time for action. He reached up and pushed the service button, then stripped off his T-shirt and lay back to wait, rubbing his cock gently through the fabric to get it semi-hard and ready.

  It was a couple of minutes before the flight attendant reappeared. Not the right one. Luke groaned inwardly. Just then Philip swept up.

  “Its okay, Suzie, I’ll deal with this one.” She straightened, gave Philip a knowing look, and returned up the aisle.

  The guy took in an eyeful of Luke’s body and his incipient hard-on lying in wait. It seemed to be sufficient for Philip. He signaled Luke to follow him.

  Luke quickly unbelted and stepped over Harry’s dozing form and turned toward the rear of the plane, appreciating the sight of Philip’s firm butt swaying as he led the way. Passing the toilets, Philip went into a small baggage compartment. There were tiers of deep shelves on either side leaving a space no more than three feet wide and six deep. Luke pushed in behind Philip, who reached past him to bolt the door. In the close confines they were pressed face to face.

  Luke’s hunger erupted like a boiling fire in his gut. He quickly unbuttoned Philip’s shirt and pulled it off as Philip wriggled his arms free. Luke wasn’t disappointed with the guy’s build and buried his face against a hairy, muscled pectoral and took a nipple between his teeth. He teased it with his tongue, squirting saliva onto it and then bit hard. The attendant writhed but made no move to pull away. Luke traced through the hairy chest with his tongue and up into his armpit, smelling the sweet sour maleness of him and licking and sucking at the long hairs that nestled there. The man groaned with pleasure. Luke’s mouth was reluctant to leave the sweaty hollow but his meat dictated what he had to do next. He needed to spread the puckered lips of Philip’s ass.

  “Strip off,” he ordered.

  The other’s cock sprang into view as he quickly removed his uniform pants. It was about seven inches long but almost as thick as Luke’s wrist, brown, meaty, the bulbous cock head already wet for action.

  “Spit on my cock and get it nice and wet, man.”

  Philip bent down and lowered Luke’s bushwhackers so that he could step out of them. He worked the spittle in his mouth for a few seconds and then spat a big gob of it onto the tip of Luke’s cock and began tonguing the stuff along the whole length. He spat again then put his lips around the side of the cock and worked his mouth up and down its swollen length, sucking greedily on the glans each time he reached it. Once or twice he tried to take the entire shaft in his mouth, but Luke pulled Philip’s head away. “I want your ass, flyboy, not your mouth.”

  Luke’s meat shone and dripped with spit. “Turn around and stand on those two shelves,” he commanded, indicating the lowest on either side of the compartment. Philip grinned, reached up to the next level and hauled himself up. As he did so Luke grasped him around the waist from behind, positioned himself under the hairy ass, leaned back so that his weapon pointed straight up, and pulled the man down until his asshole rested against the working point of his cock head.

  Philip’s own dick bobbed stiffly as he sank into the certainty of what was coming. Without warning Luke urged Philip down, his cock tearing into the cabin crewman to the hilt. Impaled, Philip threw his head back and moaned loudly. Luke squirmed as he felt nearly all the weight of the man gripping his cock. “Now,” he hissed, “jack me with your ass.”

  Steadied by Luke’s strong arms Philip began to move up and down. He swung from the upper shelves, slowly at first, than faster and faster. His control of his ass muscles was superb, flaring open and only tightening as Luke’s cock threatened to slip out. Fortunately, there was little risk of any other passenger hearing them over the bass whine of the jet engines— which is as well, Luke thought with amusement, we’re not being very quiet.

  “Ride me baby, ride me,” he panted, “Oh you beautiful fucking bastard take my dick in deep.”

>   Now, supported in Luke’s arms and securely balanced on his raging meat, Philip let go his hold of the higher shelves and began to pump his own cock with both hairy paws, moving his body faster and faster to slam down on Luke’s tortured dick.

  “Ahh, I’m coming you ass-licking shithead, take it, take it,” yelled Luke. Philip rammed so hard onto his cock that he thought his balls would be sucked into the asshole. His jism fountained into his fuck-piece and two seconds later Philip came so hard that rapid spurts of hot cum arched up in ribbons right over his shoulder to splatter Luke’s mouth and run down onto his chest.

  Luke held Philip’s waist tightly and lowered him to the floor, his cock still held tightly. They sank to the floor and lay entwined for a short while until Luke felt his cock slip out.

  The flight attendant gave a deep sigh of satisfaction before getting stickily to his feet.

  “Hey man, I gotta get back out front. There are other passengers to service.”

  “Like this?”

  Philip gave a toothy grin as they both stood up and dressed.

  Luke left the compartment first and went to the toilets intending to clean himself up, but one was out of service and the other was occupied. He made the short walk up the aisle, thankful that there wasn’t anyone around close enough to see the cum-matted hairs on his chest. Harry wasn’t in his seat. Another fifteen minutes passed before Luke caught a movement from the corner of his eye and he saw Harry emerge from the occupied toilet, followed shortly by the young blond boy he’d jerked off in the terminal. Noticing Luke’s dissolute state Harry said, “Hey, you look like you been sprayed by a bull, buddy.”

  “Too fucking right,” Luke leered and then turned around in his seat to see what had become of the flight attendant, just in time to see Philip disappearing back into the baggage compartment with Harry’s boy. “Too fucking right,” he repeated, and settled back in his seat.