Page 14 of Brighter Shades of Light
Once Captain Franklin released us, Tristen and I jogged back to the dorm, bickering over who’d get to take the first shower. Since he was one of those unfortunate souls who had class at eight, I let him go first.
“Such a gentleman,” he said and slammed the bathroom door in my face.
While he showered, I cooked breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and wheat toast with some grape jelly. The bacon had just finished cooking when Tristen exited the bathroom, inhaling and groaning…with nothing but a towel around his hips.
I bit off a piping hot piece of bacon and looked away.
The day I met Tristen at the freshmen orientation for NROTC, I’d formed a little crush on him. He was sexy, funny, smart, and gay. But we didn’t work well as fuck buddies. The first time we had ever tried, it had been way too awkward. We were much better as friends.
“Checking me out again, Cody?” Tristen tsked and bounded over to steal a strip of bacon.
“It’s your own fault for walking around naked. Sue me.”
“Go shower. You stink.”
I pouted down at my hot eggs, fresh bacon, and toast that’d just popped up from the toaster. Stinky or not, my roaring belly outweighed my pride, and I sat down at the table to eat.
“Gross,” Tristen said, laughing.
“Stop calling me names. I made you some eggs, too, jackass.”
“Oh.” He grabbed the plate I had set out for him and joined me at the table. “I guess I take it back.”
“Better hurry and scarf it, so you have time to change into your uniform,” I said, after checking the time. He had about twenty minutes.
“I have a mama, Cody, I don’t need another.”
We finished eating around the same time, and I dumped the plates in the sink before jogging to the bathroom and stripping down.
The shower felt amazing, and since I had some extra time, I let myself enjoy it instead of rushing. I turned the knob more on the hot side, letting the heat soak into my tense muscles. I grabbed my body wash and lathered up, and when my hand brushed my cock, I started to get hard.
Shower jack-off sessions were one of my favorite things, mainly because I had complete privacy. It also made for an easy clean-up.
I squirted a bit more shower gel into my palm and gripped my base, working my slick hand up and down my shaft, slow at first. My cock grew, hardening even more against my palm, and I tilted my head forward and squeezed my eyes shut, going to my spank-bank thoughts.
However, instead of picturing Chris Evans in his Captain America outfit as usual, I saw Dr. Vale. He regarded me with his green eyes and gently pushed me onto his desk. He wore a white lab coat…and nothing else. And fuck me, he was gorgeous. In reality, I had no idea what he looked like beneath his clothes, but in my fantasy, he held no comparison.
I didn’t have atypeand found all sorts of men attractive; short, tall, dad-bods, gym rats. Slender bodies, thick and muscled ones, and even some pudgy guys had all been hot to me. So I knew it didn’t matter what he looked like in real life.
In my fantasy, Dr. Vale flipped me around to where my chest touched the desk, and he pushed down on the middle of my back as he came up behind me. His large cock brushed across my entrance, and I groaned deep in my throat. And then he shoved inside me, rocking into me so hard the desk moved a little.
My hand picked up pace on my dick as I imagined him gripping my hips and drilling into me, hitting my spot so fucking good. I whimpered at the thought and reached around to my backside, slipping a finger in my ass as I continued jerking myself. I came in a quick release, shooting my load into the stream of water.
“Shit,” I muttered, pressing my forehead to the shower wall.
My body gave a final shudder before I opened my eyes and finished my shower. Tristen had left already, and the dorm was quiet as I walked to my room.
On uniform day, we had to wear our Navy-issued khakis, so I pulled the outfit from the closet and started piecing it together. I buckled the belt and bent to tie my freshly shined shoes before placing the hat on my head.
Once I was dressed, I looked in the mirror and felt a swell of emotion at my reflection. The uniform wasn’t flashy or anything, but I’d never felt more proud than when I put it on. When I was a kid, I dreamed of serving in the military. As a teen, that dream had only grown.
And here I am now.
I still had a ways to go, but I was turning my dream into reality.
I grabbed my backpack, making sure I had all my textbooks tucked inside, and left. People nodded to me as I passed them on the sidewalk. Girls paid me more attention than usual. Not that their attention meant anything.
When I stepped inside the lecture hall for thermodynamics, I was glad to see I was actually a little early. A vast difference from the last class period. The first two rows were close to being filled already, so I took a seat in the third row.
