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Deep in the woods, past the dense underbrush and towering trees, there stood a small, inconspicuous shed. Its wooden walls were faded and weathered from years of exposure to the elements. The first time Curt took Ken there, it was after they all thought he died in a fiery explosion. Miraculously, Curt had survived with parts of his body having been badly burned, and he bore the scars as a testament to his brush with death. But for now, he was alive and that was all that mattered.
After being released from the infirmary, Curt sought out Ken and boldly proposed that they "fool around.”
Ken's expression had shifted to disbelief as he processed the proposition. Without missing a beat, Curt continued, "If you want to report me, go ahead. My family already knows about my preferences. They don't care. I'm probably due to be discharged soon anyway, and if it's a dishonorable discharge, so be it. I just thought I'd ask."
"Why?" Ken managed to choke out.
"I don't know." Curt shrugged. "You're kinda cute. I've always wanted to, I guess. I'll admit, you're not my first choice, but Buck has already staked his claim on Bucky."
Ken's mouth fell open in shock.
"So, whad'ya say?" Curt asked, looking at Ken with hopeful eyes.
Ken had agreed, and let Curt lead him to that little shed tucked away in the woods. The air smelled of pine and damp earth as they made their way inside, the sound of rustling leaves and birdsong surrounding them. And once he was inside, Curt wasted no time in pressing Ken against the door with a hunger that sent shivers down his spine. Curt fucked him against that door, and then once more over the workbench.
But it wasn't just a one-time thing. In the following months, Ken and Curt would sneak off to the shed a few times a week if they could, sometimes more if Curt had longer breaks between missions. And then Robert came along.
"My name's Robert Rosenthal," he had said, his voice carrying over the sounds of Ken repairing the plane's wing. "But everyone calls me Rosie."
Ken paused and wiped his sweaty brow with a greasy rag before looking down at the pilot. He had a long, oval face with defined features, including a prominent chin. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into Ken's own, while thick, dark eyebrows framed them like a pair of sentinels. A mustache covered his upper lip completely, adding to his rugged appearance.
"Nice to meet you, Robert," Ken called down in response. "I'm Ken Lemmons."
The pilot raised an eyebrow and gave Ken a knowing look. Ken turned back to his work, trying to avoid any further conversation.
"So I've been told," Robert said with a sly grin.
"From who?" Ken asked, turning away from him.
"Biddick," Robert replied casually.
"I see."
There was a tense silence between them before Robert continued. "I've also heard something about a shed?"
Ken's hands stilled on the equipment as he processed this information. A lump formed in his throat as he turned back to face Robert.
"What did you say?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but it echoed through the silence.
"A shed," Robert repeated. "In the woods. I've heard you and Biddick meet up there often."
Shock coursed through Ken's body, causing his hands to tremble. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he climbed down the ladder.
"How...how do you know about that?" His voice wavered with fear.
"Biddick," came the reply.
Ken's eyes widened in disbelief. "And...what did he tell you?"
"He didn't say much, but enough."
Silence hung heavy in the air.
"Are you...are you going to turn him in? Report us?" The words stumbled out of Ken's mouth, barely audible.
There was a hesitation before the answer came. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because," Robert admitted quietly, "I... I'm like you."
Ken couldn't help but stare at the pilot. He seemed kind, almost gentle. There was a shyness about him that only made him more endearing. And up close, his attractiveness was almost overwhelming.
"He said I could come, if it was alright with you, that is." Robert's voice held a hint of nervousness.
Ken took a deep breath. The thought of having another man in their bed wasn't something he had ever considered before. But there was something about Robert that made him want to say yes.
Ken nodded. "Yeah, sure. That's fine."
"Okay. Thank you."
Ken smiled softly. "I should get back to work."
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As the sun slowly descended over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the forest, Ken waited at the edge of the woods. He leaned against a sturdy tree, feeling its rough bark against his back and taking in the crisp smell of pine needles. The chill of the night air had begun to set in, so he made sure to bring his coat with him.
"Hey." Curt's voice broke through the peaceful atmosphere, causing Ken to jump in surprise. He hadn't even heard the other man approaching. As Curt's lips met his own in a slow, tender kiss, Ken couldn't help but melt into his embrace.
"Hi," Ken greeted with a shy smile.
"Did you bring the stuff?" Curt asked eagerly.
Ken nodded, reaching into his pocket to show him the vaseline and condoms he had brought along.
"Good," Curt's voice dripped with satisfaction as he pulled Ken closer, his hand sliding down to the back of his neck. Their lips met in another kiss, but this time it was more intense and fiery. Ken's heart raced as he felt Curt's tongue brush against his, causing a surge of desire to course through his body. His skin tingled where their bodies touched, sending shivers down his spine.
Curt's lips pressed against Ken's, his breath hot and urgent. Ken's chest heaved as he gasped for air, his heart pounding in his chest. Curt pulled away, their heavy breathing filling the space between them.
"Did you meet Rosie?" Curt asked, his voice husky with desire.
Ken nodded weakly, still trying to catch his breath. His senses were overwhelmed by the warmth of Curt's body pressed against him, the lingering taste of mint and whiskey on his tongue.
"Good," Curt murmured before capturing Ken's lips again, his hands roaming possessively over his body. Trails of heat followed in their wake.
Curt leaned back in, trailing sensual kisses along Ken's jawline before reclaiming his mouth in a fiery kiss. "He's coming, right?" Curt growled huskily, breaking the kiss but keeping his face close to Ken's. Shivers ran down Ken's spine at the sound of Curt's voice.
"I told him he could," Ken managed to whisper, barely able to form words as Curt's hands continued to explore him.
Curt grinned wickedly before leaning in for another fierce kiss, their tongues tangling hungrily as they both lost themselves in the moment.
The sound of leaves crunching under someone's footsteps interrupted their moment. Both men jumped apart, their bodies tense and alert as they turned to face the intruder. Robert approached with a sheepish expression on his face, his eyes darting between them.
"Sorry," he apologized, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I didn't mean to startle you."
"Rosie," Curt greeted with a smile, "Come on, it's fine."
Robert let out a nervous laugh as he joined them, his hands fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket.
"I know," he admitted, "I'm just feeling a bit anxious."
Curt shot him a reassuring grin, stepping forward to pull Rosie in for a quick peck on the lips. "No need to be nervous. You're in good company here."
Robert's gaze shifted over to Ken, who gave him an encouraging nod. "I've never really done anything like this before," Robert confessed.
"With two or..?" Curt inquired, trailing his finger along Rosie's jawline.
Rosie looked up at him with a shy smile. "Both, actually. I always kind of knew, but never really explored it, until now."
"Well," Curt's grin grew wider. "We're here to help you explore. Now, let's get to the shed before someone finds us."
Robert's eyes widened at the thought and he quickly nodded in agreement. "Right, right. Let's go."
The three of them set off into the woods, their footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves and twigs that dotted the forest floor. The occasional rustling of small creatures added to the symphony of sounds as they made their way deeper into the forest.
Despite the thick foliage that blocked out most sunlight, they soon arrived at their destination: the all too familiar shed with faded red paint and a crooked door. Curt confidently pushed open the rusted door, its hinges screeching in protest, and without hesitation, the three of them stepped inside. Their steps echoed loudly on the creaking floorboards in the otherwise silent building.
As the door closed behind them, Ken wasted no time in pulling Robert close and kissing him. His hands slid down to grip Robert's hips, while their mouths moved in perfect sync. Robert responded eagerly, his own hands coming up to grip Ken's shoulders.
Ken felt Curt press up behind him, his hands running up his back and down his arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His mouth latched onto Ken's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Meanwhile, Robert's hands trailed down to Ken’s waist, exploring every curve and contour of his body. The heat radiating from their bodies was palpable as they melted into each other's embrace.
Curt smoothly slipped a hand into Ken's jacket pocket and retrieved a small bottle of vaseline and condoms, presenting the vaseline to Robert with a sly grin.
"Here," Curt said, his voice low and smooth. "You ready to open him up?"
Robert's face paled at the suggestion. "Open him up?" he repeated, confused.
Curt chuckled. "Yeah, loosen him up so he's ready for you."
The uncertainty etched lines onto Robert's brow as he tentatively accepted the bottle from Curt's outstretched hand. His fingers trembled slightly as he held it.
"I... I've never done this before," he stuttered, his voice wavering with uncertainty.
"Don't worry," Curt reassured him. “It's easy. I'll talk you through."
Ken slowly began to remove his clothing, feeling the weight of Robert's gaze following his every move. Each article of clothing dropping to the ground with a soft rustle, revealing more of Ken's freckled body.
"Just put some of the vaseline on your fingers," Curt instructed as Ken's pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud, revealing his hardened cock.
"Like this?" He asked, seeking confirmation from Curt.
With a quick nod, Curt replied, "Yep, that's it. Make sure to coat your fingers well." A faint blush crept onto Robert's cheeks as he followed Curt's guidance.
Robert did as he was told, using his thumb and forefinger to rub the slippery jelly over his fingertips.
Ken moved closer and kneeled on the bench, positioning himself over Robert's spread thighs. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. Robert's slick fingers trailed down Ken's back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as they made their way towards his tight hole. Taking his time, Robert gently pressed one finger against the puckered skin, and slowly worked its way inside.
Curt's voice was deep and sultry as he encouraged Robert, "That's it, baby. Move it in and out."
Robert's voice was barely a whisper as he questioned, "Like this?" His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate motion, gradually pressing deeper and deeper inside.
"Yes," Curt moaned, his desire evident in his tone. "Just like that."
Ken whimpered softly as Robert's finger slid further into him, a shudder of pleasure rippling through his body.
"How does that feel?" Curt whispered huskily into Ken's ear.
"It feels...good," Ken admitted with a gasp, his body arching towards Robert's touch.
"Do you want him to fuck you?" Curt asked, his words sending shivers down Ken's spine.
"Yes," Ken answered without hesitation.
"Now, add a second finger and curl them towards yourself," Curt commanded.
"Okay," Robert said, his own voice trembling slightly as he carefully inserted another finger, following Curt's instructions.
Ken gasped, feeling the pressure of Robert's second finger entering him. As his fingers curled inside Ken, a surge of pleasure rippled through his body, causing him to let out a deep moan.
"Did you find it?" Curt asked, his tone teasing.
"I think so," Robert responded, his voice shaking.
"Keep hitting that spot," Curt ordered.
Robert obeyed eagerly, thrusting his fingers in and out with savage force, hitting Ken's prostate with each powerful stroke. Ken arched his back, riding Robert's hand like a wild animal, unable to control his pleasure-filled moans.
"Tell us how it feels," Curt demanded, his breath hot against Ken's neck as he watched the scene unfold.
"It's...fuck," Ken gasped, lost in a haze of ecstasy as his body quivered with every touch and sensation. The intensity was overwhelming, consuming him completely.
"Think you're ready for him to fuck you?" Curt whispered in Ken's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
Ken nodded vigorously, his eyes locked on Robert's. With a swift movement, Curt pulled Ken off of Robert's lap and onto his own, replacing Robert's skilled fingers with his own. As he pressed firmly against Ken's prostate, the man cried out in pleasure, his cock already leaking with pre-cum.
"Take off your clothes, Rosie." Curt said, opening Ken further.
With a fluid motion, Robert shed his uniform, revealing a broad and defined physique that immediately caught Ken's attention. His eyes widened at the sight of Robert's muscles, causing his mouth to water with desire. As his gaze traveled down, he couldn't help but fixate on Robert's impressive cock - thicker and longer than anything he had ever seen before. The mere thought of being filled by it sent a jolt of anticipation through Ken's entire body, making his hole quiver with desire.
"Fuck, you're huge," Curt marveled, his own arousal evident in his voice as his hungry eyes roamed over Robert's body
"Do you... do you think I'll fit?" Robert asked, nervously.
"You'll fit," Curt assured him. "Just take it slow at first, and then you'll be fine."
"Okay," Robert replied, his voice quivering with nerves. "Do I sit back down?"
"No," Curt said firmly. "Put the condom on and kneel on the floor."
Robert followed his orders, kneeling down and clumsily rolling the condom onto his shaft. Ken watched eagerly, anticipation building in his chest.
"Are you ready, Ken?" Curt whispered into his ear.
Ken nodded eagerly, his breath catching as Curt withdrew his fingers from inside him. He and Curt joined Robert on the floor, Ken positioning himself on his hands and knees in front of Robert.
As Curt slowly stripped off his uniform, Ken's gaze couldn't help but be drawn to the familiar burns that adorned his skin. But in that moment, he saw only beauty in them.
Curt knelt in front of Ken, giving him a reassuring look before turning his attention to Robert. "Push in slowly," he instructed.
Robert pressed the head of his throbbing cock against Ken's tightly clenched entrance, slowly breaching the resistance of muscle. Ken's body tensed as the large cock gradually slid into him, his breaths quick and shallow as he adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.
"Easy," Curt whispered soothingly, his hands gliding over Ken's back in slow, circular motions.
Robert paused, allowing Ken's body to acclimate to the intrusion before gently pushing deeper inside, inch by agonizing inch. Ken felt his tight hole stretching around Robert's impressive girth, eliciting a guttural groan from his lips.
With one final thrust, Robert fully sheathed himself inside Ken, causing him to arch his back in pleasure and pain. "Fuck," Robert cursed, completely engulfed in the heat and tightness of Ken's body.
"Let him get used to it." Curt instructed, his voice laced with desire.
They remained like that for a few moments, their bodies connected, while Curt stroked himself and whispered encouragement into Ken's ear.
"Move," Curt finally commanded after what felt like an eternity.
With a deep moan, Robert pulled his hips back, the friction of his thick cock against Ken's walls sending waves of pleasure through both men. As he began to thrust with slow, deliberate movements, each one elicited a gasp or a moan from the other man.
Ken's breath hitched as Robert's cock grazed his prostate, sending shivers down his spine. He let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as Robert continued to stimulate him.
"Don't stop," he whined, his voice pleading for more as he arched his back.
"Harder," Curt urged.
Robert obeyed, slamming himself into Ken with reckless abandon. Every thrust hit its mark, sending jolts of ecstasy coursing through the mechanic's body.
"Fuck!" Ken shouted, his voice filled with raw desire and need. His fingers dug into the wooden floor, grasping for something to hold onto as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations engulfing him.
With each thrust, Robert's hips picked up pace, driving into Ken with increased vigor. His large hands gripped Ken's hips tightly, his strong fingers leaving imprints on the soft flesh.
Curt's voice was thick with desire as he spoke to Ken, his words dripping with raw need and arousal. "I'm going to put my cock in your mouth, okay?"
Ken could only nod weakly in response, his mind consumed by the pleasure coursing through his body. With Curt's hand gripping the back of his head, the head of his cock slipped eagerly between Ken's lips. He sucked hungrily, his tongue swirling around the tip as Curt's hand gripped the back of his head.
"You're so good," Curt moaned, his hips instinctively bucking against Ken's mouth.
But for Ken, everything else faded into the background as he was consumed by pure pleasure. He barely registered Curt's words, only knowing that he wanted more. Needed more.
Robert's thrusts became harder, faster, more erratic. Each thrust was like a sledgehammer, jolting Ken forward and causing him to gag on Curt's cock, which was relentlessly pushed deeper down his throat. The salty tang of pre-cum coated his tongue, mingling with the musky scent that filled his nostrils.
Desperate for some relief from the overwhelming sensations, Ken's hand shot to his own throbbing shaft, gripping it tightly and pumping frantically. His other hand clawed at the floor, grasping for something to anchor himself against the relentless onslaught of Robert's thrusts. Every muscle in his body was taut with tension, his mind consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through him.
"I'm gonna cum," Robert grunted, his grip tightening on Ken's hips.
Ken's hand moved with an urgent, almost frantic pace as he stroked his cock, chasing the pleasure that threatened to consume him. His breath came in ragged gasps and his heart raced in his chest, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
"Fill him up, Rosie," Curt growled, his fingers curling around a fistful of Ken's hair.
Robert's hips bucked uncontrollably, as Ken practically screamed around the dick filling his mouth, lost in the overwhelming sensations pulsing through him. With one final thrust, his cum erupted onto the wooden floor below, leaving thick ropes of white covering the surface.
Robert's entire body tensed and his muscles spasmed as he came, the condom filling up with cum. Curt followed suit, shooting his load down Ken's throat as Ken eagerly swallowed every drop.
Their bodies entwined and slick with sweat, their breaths heavy and erratic as they slowly came down from the euphoric high of their orgasms. Curt's cock, slick with Ken's saliva and cum, slid out of his mouth with a soft pop, leaving a trail of glistening cum dripping down his chin.
"Well, fuck," Curt laughed breathlessly, running a hand through his sweat-matted hair.
With his limbs trembling from exhaustion, Ken collapsed onto the cool, hard floor. Robert carefully slid his slick and satisfied cock out of Ken's body, disposing of the condom. The three men lay in a mess of bodies, their breaths ragged and tangled together.
After a few moments of catching their breaths, Ken tilted his head and pulled Curt closer for a sloppy and satisfied kiss. He then turned to Robert, who eagerly met his lips in another deep and passionate exchange. He was exhausted, and the cool, smooth wood felt soothing against his flushed skin.
"We should probably head back soon," Robert mumbled, his eyes still half-closed in exhaustion.
Both Ken and Curt nodded in agreement, reluctantly separating from each other and beginning to gather their scattered clothes to dress. As they exited the shed, Ken stopped the other two men. He once again pulled Curt into a slow, sensual kiss, savoring the lingering taste of him. Then he turned to Robert and did the same.
"I guess this is goodbye," Robert murmured softly, his hand cupping Ken's cheek tenderly.
Ken leaned into the touch for a moment before stepping back. "Doesn't have to be," Curt interjected with a mischievous grin. "You can join us anytime you want." He winked at Robert suggestively, causing a smile to spread across his face.
"I'm sure Ken would enjoy some one-on-one time with you too," Curt added with a playful nudge.
Robert smiled softly. "I'd like that."
And with that, the three men parted ways, each returning to their respective barracks with a lingering feeling of satisfaction and longing in their chests, already looking forward to the next time they could be together again.