Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2016 13:18:29 +0300
From: Cooper Max <lmd4208@gmail.com>
Subject: The Military Network Part 5

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			The Military Network Part 5

	Captain Sam Kerry sped down the Maryland highway. His mind was
awash with the excitement that lay in front on him. The next meeting of The
Network lay just a few miles ahead of him. He wasn't sure which would burst
with excitement first, his heart or his dick.

	Sam wondered to himself whether Major Matthew Condley would be
joining them tonight. Sam wasn't even sure he got the invite. The two still
hadn't talked in quite awhile. The last time they spoke, the whole
conversation had centered around Matt's imploding marriage and Sergeant
First Class Nate Atkinson's deceased wife. To say the conversation was
bleak would be an understatement.

	Sam felt a surge of guilt thinking about Matt. He knew Matt was
going through some seriously difficult times. Sam knew he should be a
better support system for him, given their history, but Sam was so busy
with the baby on the way and company command chewing on every minute of his
time.

	As Sam thought more deeply about it, his guilt on grew. If he was
honest with himself, he could have found the time to be a better
friend. What time he did have, though, he spent with Colonel Gorham. Their
situation together was light and carefree. There was no drama with it; no
heaviness.

	Sam and Matt had confessed their feelings for each other awhile
ago. What did Sam's unwillingness to be there during the hard times say
about the true strength of those feelings?

	Sam wondered if his actions in some way weren't spurred from the
desire to protect himself. Sam's wife knew about his bisexuality; she could
tolerate it. He had a baby on the way. There was a stability do his
marriage. Matt's life was imploding. His marriage was ending. He had two
kids already that would be caught in the fray of a bitter divorce. Would
Matt date? Would he re-marry? Would he pursue a `straight' life or a `gay'
life or something in between? Would he re-locate? There was so much
uncertainty surrounding Matt especially considering the chances of he and
Matt actually ending up together, despite their feelings, was so
unlikely. Sam had no intention of leaving his wife, not with her accepting
who he was and with a baby on the way. Sam figured Matt would have that
same situation going for him too which would greatly simplify their
relationship. There would never have been a true opportunity to have a life
together. Certainly, baring an extreme situation, there wasn't an
opportunity now for them to truly be together.

	Lost in his thoughts, Sam almost missed the sign for the exit he
needed and veered right onto the exit ramp.

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	Matt knocked quietly at the door. He was so nervous. He felt a
shiver race up his spine.

	No answer.

	Matt knocked again more loudly this time. The anticipation was
killing him.

	He could hear a soft rustling from inside.  He felt a slight relief
that someone was actually home. He heard footsteps coming his direction.

	Finally, the door swung open. Matt's heart surged.

	"Matt," Said a startled voice "WhatÉwhat are you doing here? How
did you know I was home and back from the beach?" questioned SFC Nate
Atkinson.

	Feeling slightly embarrassed Matt replied, "I haven't heard from
you in a long time. I asked around Ðheard you were finally back in
town. I felt like I had to stop by and see how you're doing." Matt replied
demurely.

	Nate's haggard, pale face brightened a little bit. "WowÉthis is
just uhh unexpected. My place is a mess." He replied with an embarrassed
tone.

	"C'mon man I don't care about that. Can I come in? I brought you
some coffee." Matt stated warmly.

	Nate hesitated. He seemed to be contemplating whether he'd actually
invite Matt in. He looked awful; pale, tired, bags under his eyes, hair
uncut, unshaven.

	Matt smiled reassuringly as Nate looked at him expectantly.

	"Ahh what the hell man. Come on in." He said, slight enthusiasm
rising in his voice.

	The two headed to the living room. Nate cleared off the trash from
the living room table and plowed an open spot on the couch for Matt to sit;
throwing the clothes that had been there carelessly across the room onto
the floor.

	An awkward silence clung to the room. A stale, slightly odorous air
hung in gripped the space.

	Matt broke the silence. "Listen, I can't fathom what you've been
going through with losing your wife. I'm not here to do anything more than
say I'm here for you if you need someone. No pressure."

	Nate seemed to be thinking about Matt's words. "I appreciate
that. As you can probably tell, I'm a bit of a mess. Not really sure what
to do with my life at this point. Feelings pretty rudderless." Nate
sputtered quietly.

	"Are youÉuhhÉseeing anyone? I mean seeing anyone to help Ð
you know professionally?" Matt asked carefully.

	"No. Didn't think I needed to Ð thought some time away would
provide more clarity - but I think I'm going to see someone over at Walter
Reed. I need help. I can admit that." Nate replied.

	"That's a solid first step." Matt replied. "I don't want to take up
too much of your time. I know you're going through a lot. Maybe I can stop
by next week to check in on ya? Or better yet maybe I can get you out of
this apartment for a jog or coffee?"

	"You know, I received every single one of your texts. I appreciate
you reaching out." Nate stated abruptly ignoring Matt's statement.

	"Well yeah that's what friends are for." Matt retorted casually.

	Nate smiled as Matt stood up. "Before you go, what's been going on
with you? Getting together with the other guys a lot?" Nate inquired.

	Matt hesitated. He looked at the floor.

	"It's fine if you have man. You gotta have your fun! Can't stop
getting off because of me." Nate cooed playfully.

	"It's not that. I haven't gotten together with the network in
awhile." Matt remarked nervously.

	"Oh?" Nate said with genuine surprise on his face, "What then? Why
the nervous behavior?"

	"Ah I've just been going through a lot. Nothing compared to you. I
don't want to bother you with it." Matt uttered.

	"You can tell me. I'm not going to burst into tears suddenly
because of my dead wife, ya know?"

	Matt looked at him skeptically, evaluating him.

	"C'mon now, spit it out while we're still young." Nate teased.

	"Well, I'm going through a divorce. My wife found out everything;
couldn't handle it. Took the kids. It's been a bad couple of months." Matt
said almost inaudibly, embarrassment on his face.

	Nate paused and looked at him for a long time before answering.

	"I'm so sorry. That's terrible. You have to be devastated." Nate
said empathically.

	"Yes and no. It's complicated and confusing. We can have this
conversation a different time. Today is about you." Matt retorted while
moving towards the door quickly.

	"Yeah. Sure. I get it. Another time. Thanks again for the coffee."
Nate remarked warmly.


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	Sam arrived at the hotel a few minutes early. He sat in his car,
anxiously tapping his foot.

	Within minutes, a knock on his car window startled him half to
death. He glanced out the window quickly, it was Colonel Aaron Gorham, a
wide smile on his face. Sam rolled down the window quickly.

	"Hey there stud. Ready to go in? Room is ready for us." Aaron said
with a mischievous smirk.

	"Yep! When are the other guys getting here?" Sam replied.

	"Few minutes. It'll only be two this time. Let's go, stud." Aaron
said.

	Aaron led the way up the stairwell to the third floor. Sam gave his
ass a playful smack from behind. The two laughed.

	When the door loudly shut behind them, Sam asked, "So who's coming
today?"

	"Two new guys Ð a Major. He's a bit older since he's
prior-enlisted. And my FBI buddy. I talked him into coming."

	Sam smiled widely. There was a forceful knock on the door.

	Sam sprinted to answer. He swung the door open. The man was dressed
in a dark black, well tailored suit. He wore dark sunglasses but removed
them to reveal pale green eyes. His hand moved quickly to unsnap his bright
golden badge on his belt. Sam paused to take in his features; close cropped
blond hair, squared jaw, smooth clean-shaven face. He wore a holstered
weapon on his left hip. He must have just come from work or was even still
on duty. He definitely fit the stereotype of an FBI agent.

	Sam said, "hello" and the main replied with a curt "hi" as he
strode past Sam without being invited in.

	He and Colonel Gorham exchanged pleasantries though the man's tone
and demeanor were anything but `pleasant. The man strode across the room to
the safe, un-holstered his gun and placed it inside. Sam shot Aaron a
nervous, furtive glance. Aaron shot back a reassuring `it's ok' look.

	As the man removed his suit jacked and shoes, Aaron said, "Mark
Shultz this is Sam Kerry, Sam this is Mark. Mark and I know each other
through mutual friends."

	Mark nodded an acknowledgment to Sam and stated gruffly, "what are
we waiting on? I don't have much time; wife is waiting for me to get home."

	"Just a few more minutes, Mark." Aaron replied reassuringly.

	Mark stood and dropped his well tailored black suit pants to reveal
thick, hairy thighs. His right thigh was covered in a colorful tattoo. Mark
slumped back into the bed, impatiently, in his tight gray underwear.

	Another knock came at the door and Aaron was quick to answer
it. Aaron and his guest strode back into the room.

	"Everyone this is Israeli Major Avi Herschel. He's on loan to us
from the Israeli Army as an advisor for the next year."

	The man stood short, muscular, thick in front of them; he wore
civilian attire; a five o'clock shadow etched across the dark skin of his
face. This man had a presence, an aura of authority. He looked at the other
men in the room, assessing them from his dark brown eyes.

	"Evening." He said firmly.

	The men looked around at each other for a brief moment before the
FBI agent Mark Shultz stood. "Let's get to this already." He stated
bluntly, dropping his underwear.

	The Israeli Major smiled. "A man of action, I like that," he said
in his firm, deep voice as he strode across the room. He pushed Mark back
into the bed and took Mark's cock into his mouth.

	Sam and Aaron looked at each other with surprise. Aaron shirked his
shoulders and stripped within minutes. Sam followed his lead.

	Aaron stepped up to Mark from the other side of the bed and helped
him pull of his shirt.

	Mark has a smooth, thick chest. His arms were thick. His left pec
and left arm were covered in a tribal tattoo. Aaron leaned in to kiss Mark
but Mark pushed him away.

	"None of that gay bullshit. I'm here to get my cock sucked and
fuck. That's it." Mark stated harshly.

	Aaron, a bit taken aback, moved across the room to Sam. The two
started making out and slumped down onto the bed beside Major Avi Herschel
and FBI agent Mark Shultz. Avi was working Mark's cock furiously.

	Sam hadn't noticed how huge Mark's cock was. It had to be at least
at 8 inches. He was shocked to see Avi take it all the way to the hilt
without gagging. If Mark was enjoying himself, he gave no indication as he
lay back with his eyes closed, silent, occasionally pumping his hips.

	Sam and Aaron moved into the 69 position. Sam loved having Aaron's
cock pumped into his mouth. Both moaned with pleasure.

	Abruptly, Mark called out, "Who in here is going to bottom?" Avi
stopped pumping Mark's cock and looked up. Sam and Aaron did the same.

	"Well?" Mark inquired forcefully.

	"I'll take this cock of yours," Major Avi Herschel replied with a
smile. He quickly stripped down revealing a chest covered in dark fur. His
forearms and legs were the same. His thick, uncut cock swayed back in forth
as he threw off all his clothes. His huge, hairy balls hung low. Avi
reached for the lube.

	Mark didn't waste time. He stood, pushed Avi over the bed belly
down, threw on a condom, lubbed himself and pushed in under a minute; His
huge cock pushing all the way into Avi's tight Israeli hole.

	Mark pumped his cock into Avi's hole forcefully; making barely a
sound. Avi grunted and groaned.

	"Let's help him out." Whispered Sam mischievously.

	Sam slid himself between Avi and the bed taking Avi's uncut cock
into his mouth. Aaron slid his arms under Avi's thick, hairy chest and
began playing with his nipples; pinching and twisting.

	Avi was groaning with pleasure now. Mark's huge cock slammed into
Avi's hole, his balls slapping loudly against Avi's ass.

	"Fuck yeah, Avi, take his cock," murmured Aaron. The two started
kissing, tongues rolling into each other.

	Sam slurped Avi's cock enthusiastically.

	Mark pumped his cock harder, grunting for the first time. He
grabbed Avi's shoulders and pumped more forcefully than before.

	"Uhhhh uhhhh uhhh fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mark moaned.

	Mark abruptly pulled out. Pulled off the condom and tossed it on
the ground. He headed towards the safe and closet.

	"Outta here so soon?" Avi inquired with surprise.

	"Got what I needed." Mark stated stoically as he retrieved his gun
from the safe and quickly put on his clothes. Within minutes, he was out
the door without a good bye or even a glance backwards.

	"Don't worry, we'll take care of ya!' Aaron said emphatically. Avi
shrugged, chuckled and began pumping his cock into Sam's mouth.

	"Want to top me?" Asked Aaron. "I've never taken an uncut cock
before."

	Before Avi could answer, Aaron flung himself on the bed legs in the
air. Avi lined his cock up with Aaron's hole and plunged in. Aaron let out
a slight yelp of pain and surprise.

	Sam shifted to working Aaron's cock as Aaron's ass got pumped by
Avi.

	"Shit, I'm not going to last long like this," Aaron announced,
"This shit is too good!"

	"Cum at the same time?" Avi asked.

	"Fuck yeah." Aaron replied.

	Aaron began pushing his ass forward onto Avi's cock. Avi paused and
let Aaron ride his cock. Avi's hands were on his hips as he stood still,
letting Aaron fuck himself.

	"Fuck I'm close." Aaron moaned, his hand pushing Sam's head down
onto his cock.

	"Let's do it man, I'm about to cum too!" Avi replied as he began
pumping furiously.


	"Ready?" Aaron asked.

	"Ready!" Avi replied.


	"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK," Aaron moaned, "Here it cums!"

	"Fuckkkkkkkk!" Avi bellowed.

	Sam felt the hot, sweet cream shoot into his mouth as he pumped
away furiously on Aaron's cock. One rope. Two rope. Three ropes. Sam took
every drop as Aaron moaned with pleasure.

	Aaron felt Avi's creamy Israeli load shoot into his insides. Avi
paused deep inside him letting the last drops drain out of his cock into
the Colonel's hole.

	Sam pumped his own cock furiously and within minutes spewed his
load all over Aaron's tight torso and chiseled chest.

	The three men stood around panting, catching their breaths.

	"Fuck that was good!" Exclaimed Aaron as the men began to dress.

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