Shayn and the SEAL

The room reeked of sex. A fine sheen of sweat covered the two muscular servicemen as they lay spooned together - the room was just beginning to brighten and the ceiling fan turned lazily in the sultry air. After a marathon session last night, Shayn and Christian held each other and fell asleep - Christian had Shayn's 8" tool buried in his chute; Shayn had his arm thrown protectively over the young SEAL. Even this morning, Chris had moved closer, pulling himself deeper onto the Ranger's semi-hard rod, still embedded in his eager hole. Shayn woke first and smiled to himself. What a night! What a great two-day leave! Thank God he found Chris to make his trip to Manila worthwhile. He gently disengaged himself from the sleeping Navy officer and moved quietly into the bathroom.

Just before he left yesterday, he had given himself a full body shave; however, he needed a good close trim this morning to get rid of the beard stubble. Maybe he should try that stuff Scotty always used - it was some type of citrus-based depilatory that made his staff sergeant smooth as a baby's ass and tasting faintly of oranges. He started the hot water running and took out his shaving kit. As he was lathering up, he looked back through the mirror to see Christian padding into the bathroom.

"Damn, he's such a good-looking fucker," he thought to himself. The SEAL had short blonde hair and clear gray eyes. He sported a starburst tattoo around his navel -- accenting his ripped, 8-pack abdomen in the most obscene way -- and had an intricate black ink tribal design stretching across the front of his shoulder, around the deltoid and across the shoulder blade.

" 'Morning, handsome."

"That's Lieutenant Commander Handsome, soldier." he smiled. The Navy officer put his hands on Shayn's trim waist and started kissing the back of the ranger's neck. "I felt so damn empty without you in me."

The soldier grinned to himself. That's what most of men of his squad had said at one time or another. They couldn't get a decent night's sleep any more without a dick up their ass. Or a fist. Maybe he was starting a new Navy tradition.

"Hey Chris....?"

"Mmmmmmm?" he had moved his lips down the soldier's neck, and began licking the sweat from between his shoulder blades.

"I saw a bunch of uniforms in your closet ... could I try them on? I always wanted to be in the Navy."

Christian lifted his head and looked over Shayn's shoulder. "Sure, lover, why not? We're about the same size ..."

His gray eyes twinkled as he licked the ranger's ear.

"... And I'm sure that some ... disciplinary action ... will have to be taken regarding you impersonating a naval officer."

When I do a photo shoot, I post the entire collection on one of Yahoo's groups area. When I initially put up Shayn, I had also created a poll and asked, "Do you want to see Shayn in uniform?" The responses were overwhelmingly positive, so I decided to do a second photo shoot of my soldier. I only have Navy uniforms, so I had to develop a backstory as to why the Army Ranger was sporting Navy clothes.