“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Dawson asked me. I nodded.
She was very beautiful, and she seemed to be very sweet. The reaction of Mic and Dawson to the video they just watched was telling. Something they saw really stripped them of their normal control.
I signed to Dawson that this was going to sting, as I held up the bottle that would disinfect the area on his cut palm. Beer bottles were hard to break by hand, especially by the base. But with Dawson’s strength, it was easy for him. He didn’t even flinch as I cleaned his palm. He didn’t flinch as I put a needle into his skin and pulled thread through his palm to close the wound. The man was a machine.
When I was done, I wrapped his palm, and then I kissed it. He smirked at me.
“You’re such a mother hen,” he said. I flipped him off.
I was a mute by choice. Only my SEAL team knew I had a severe stutter. Growing up, I was soft-spoken and my father berated me so much that I started to become afraid to speak. The stutter started, and I couldn’t seem to control it without really concentrating. They all learned to sign for me. I was really touched by that.
Everyone in the Navy thought I had something medically wrong with me, but when my medical evals were checked, and they came back normal, I was able to pursue my dream of becoming a SEAL. That’s where I met Dawson, Mic, Ford, Stafford, and Cruz. We quickly became the dream team. We always had each other’s backs. We were quick with our missions and extractions. When you wanted someone found and rescued, it was always us that was called up.
I was thankful that we all got out in relatively one piece, if you didn’t count the PTSD, and really it’s part and parcel of the job. I still remember the first time Mic was trapped in a nightmare. I scrambled out of my bunk and tried to wake him, but he wouldn’t. Ford came over to us and tried to help. We didn’t want anyone to know that we were becoming affected by the job, so Ford and I picked him up and took him to a secluded area in the barracks. Ford had gotten some mattresses and laid them on the floor, and we put him in the middle of us and held him. He had quieted. This happened a couple more times on our last assignment. One night I was woken up by movement, and I saw Ford sucking Mic’s c*ck, and Mic was loving it. It had shocked me, because we had all only ever been with women. None of us have ever been with a man before, and I found I didn’t hate the sight of seeing two of my best friends loving on each other. Mic had looked over at me when I made a noise. He reached out, a look of desperation on his face, so I leaned over and we kissed. That night opened all our minds. Dawson had found us the next morning intertwined. I had awoken to him leaning over us and waking us up gently by rubbing our heads like a loving big brother. None of us talked about it. But that’s how we began. Later, Stafford and Cruz, being life-long friends, admitted they were g*y and in love with each other. They said they had felt a shift in our group dynamic and felt comfortable sharing with us. Dawson never participated with us, but he watched over us and made sure our secret was safe. I
loved this man. I owed him everything.
“I’d like you to get to know her. You’ll see there’s something special about her. From the first moment I set eyes on her, I felt this pull.”
I signed to him.
“Yes, she’s married, but she’s getting a divorce. He cheated on her, I told you all this, the night I came home.”
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& Goners
I asked what happened on the video and he told me. I pounded my fist on the countertop in the bathroom we were in. I hated abusers. I thought they should all be captured and shot.
“I know buddy. Men who hit women are weak a*s b*tches that need to have their balls cut off. He’ll eventually get what’s coming to him one day. But she needs us, Davis. She’s so vulnerable and, despite having been married, there’s an innocence to her. She is so sweet too. She can heal us, or at least quiet our demons. Will you try?”
I nodded. I haven’t been with a woman for six years. I think it’s been two or three years for Dawson, and the last woman Mic and Ford were with was a year ago when we went to that security convention. That was hot as f*ck to watch. I didn’t want to participate. I watched them more than her. She didn’t do anything for me. I guess time would tell if this woman did. What was her name? Isha? Beautiful name.
After cleaning everything up, we walked back outside. Dawson and I both froze, and my hand went to my chest, because I was pretty sure my d*mn heart stopped, and my d*ck became rock solid. In front of us was Isha in a black bikini. Her top was relatively modest, whereas it fully covered her br*asts, it was her bottoms that had the saliva pooling into my mouth. They were practically non-existent with the a*s that she had. Her
he had shapel hips and thighs were thick too, and she had shapely calves and delicate feet. I loved feet. Ford was frozen by the grill, tongs in one hand not doing sh*t as the meat cooked, but his eyes were glued to Isha’s a*s. She had put her long hair in a bun on top of her head. Mic had his hands behind his head and I could see his fingers were practically white on his tanned skin as he held them together. His eyes were hooded, and he had his bottom lip in his mouth, playing with his ring. F*ck her a*s was epic. She was bent over laughing as she and Ava had attempted some cheer dance. Where they learned it, I had no clue. But when we walked out, she had been jumping around and her a*s was bouncy. Now with her bent, we all simultaneously rearranged our
c*cks.
She turned and saw Dawson and me. She ran over to us and she bounced everywhere. I could feel my head bobbing up and down as her t*ts jiggled around.
“Hi, how is the hand?” she asked, stopping in front of us, with a sweet smile.
I looked at Dawson, pretty sure my eyes were as wide as his. But at least my mouth was closed. I looked at her again. She had a small soft rounded belly, she wasn’t fat, her waist was nipped in, but she had a tiny belly pouch and I had the urge to drop to my knees and nuzzle it. Her smile started to falter when neither of us
said anything.
I cleared my throat, and started to sign slowly that he was completely fine. She watched me and to my utter shock she flawlessly signed that she was glad I could take care of him. In fast hand movements, I asked how she knew how to sign. She told me her grandad, before he died, was practically deaf for almost all of her life. Her Nana had taught her how to sign when she was little so she could talk to her grandad. Then she beamed at me and I was lost. Holy f*ck she was exquisite.
“Well, I am glad your hand is okay, Dawson. I’m going to go back over to Ava. Isn’t it funny? She and I went to high school together in Las Vegas, and we are here at the same time now. The universe is wild.” She
giggled.
I whined, because my eyes were glued to her a*s and I had gripped my c*ck and squeezed it as she bounced all the way back to Ava. I looked at Dawson and he looked at me. He had a dopey grin on his face. Yep, we
were goners. She was the one.
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& Truth Or Dare
Truth Or Dare
+8 Points >
Isha
I was having a blast. I kept my word to Savvy and called her for the first two hours. I also told her that I’d be
fine and that I wasn’t going to call anymore. I’d text her with an emoji and a picture. Then I’d text her with a
picture when I got home.
The food was amazing, then we went swimming. I took down my hair and played chicken by being on
Dawson’s shoulders, while Ava was on Aaron’s and Davis was on Mic’s. Ford was our referee. We also played
water volleyball and, for sh*ts and gigs, Marco Polo. I didn’t think anything of it if fingertips brushed certain
body parts, because I was enjoying myself so much, these guys were hot as f*ck, and I may have brushed
against certain body parts on my own. I even climbed all over Dawson with the pretense of trying to dunk
him. The man was huge all over. And I loved sliding all over his body. It worked me up so much. At one point,
he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. He smacked my a*s and dunked me. I moaned under the
water so no one would hear. When I came above water I was laughing.
We dried off around a fire pit. Aaron had brought some tequila, and we all took several shots. Ava had
brought some margarita mix and ice and made us delicious margaritas. I was more than tipsy when Aaron
said we should play truth or dare.
“Yes!” Ava yelled. “I haven’t played that since high school.”
“I’ve never played it,” I confessed, her mouth dropped open.
“No way. Are you serious?”
“Well, I wasn’t as popular as you were in school. And when my dad and papa died, I became completely
anti-social.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember that. Sorry,” she said, giving me a sympathetic smile. I smiled back, and she reached
out and squeezed my hand. I had a feeling we were going to be really good friends after this.
“Okay, we’re playing then. I love this game,” Ford said.
“Of course you do,” Mic said with an eye roll. Ford wiggled his eyebrows and blew him a kiss.
I squeezed my thighs together and looked at Davis. He had a smirk on his face. Did he see me do that?
“Okay, I’ll go first,” Ford said. “Isha, Truth or Dare?”
Oh God, what did I choose? If I choose truth, what if he asks something I don’t want to answer? But if I
choose dare, he could dare me to do something I might not be comfortable with. I chewed on my lower lip
and then blurted. “Truth.”
“Do you find anyone here attractive?”
I blushed and looked around at everyone. Yes, I found them all attractive, even Ava.
“Yes,” I said, smiling.
“Who?” he asked.
“AH AH AH, I answered your question, you don’t get two.”
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+8 Points >
