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broadwritingTitle: "Initiation" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Black Hawk Down
Featuring: Blackburn, Grimes, Pilla, Schmid, Twombly, Eversmann and Beals.
Rating: R
Summary: All virgins do it. Crack/Gen-fic.
Disclaimer: Not my playground. All rights belong to Mark Bowden, Scott Free Productions & Columbia Pictures, not me.
Notes: Written for Corie's 'Military Wank' Fic Challenge.
"You guys are absolutely shitting me."
"Nope." Grimes pops his gum loudly, grins at Blackburn. "All virgins do it."
"Tradition," Twombly agrees, nodding.
Blackburn frowns. "Not part of any Ranger tradition I've ever heard of."
"Well, you ain't never been in combat either," Pilla says.
"I'm serious, if you guys're dicking me..."
"You even get a magazine," Doc interrupts, tossing a Playboy at Blackburn.
"No, definitely not that one." Grimes plucks the magazine out of Blackburn's hands and gives him a copy of Hustler.
Blackburn flips the magazine to a random page and stares. "Holy fuck, are those even real?"
Twombly peeks over Blackburn's shoulder. "Oh, yeah, that one's the best. There's this chick on page 78..."
"Chastity Amber," Pilla groans, holding a hand over his heart.
Twombly nods. "Girl's gotta set of lips on her, man..."
Blackburn flips to the page in question. "Is that, um, is she pierced?"
"Yeah." Pilla looks orgasmic. "Hot as fuck, innit? Can you imagine sucking on that and watching her squirm..."
Doc clamps a hand over Pilla's mouth. "Dom, you're gonna scare him before he can get it up."
"Sorry." It comes out muffled.
"So..." Doc glances at Blackburn, "ready?"
"Uh..."
"Sounds like a 'yes' to me," Grimes says, and whips a blindfold around Blackburn's eyes. "Too tight?"
"Uh, no." Blackburn touches the blindfold, and holds out the magazine. "But, um, how'm I gonna..."
Twombly plucks the Hustler from Blackburn's hand. "That was just for a little visual stimulation. Rest is up to your own imagination."
"You need any help with buttons?" Grimes asks with a cheeky grin.
"Um, no. I think I got it." Blackburn's hand hovers over the top button. "You guys're..."
Doc pats him on the shoulder. "Just kick back, relax, and stroke it. Pretend we're not even here."
Blackburn lets out a short laugh. "Yeah, right."
Pilla steps forward, presses a bottle of lotion into Blackburn's hand. "Lubrisperm. Best shit out there for the old gliding action."
"Thanks," Blackburn replies dryly. He pours a generous amount on his hand while unbuttoning his pants and worming his hand under boxers, pulling out his flaccid cock. "Alright, here..." He trails off, smearing the lotion over his cock with gentle, smooth strokes. Within moments, he seems to have forgotten all about his audience -- biting his lower lip, moans spilling out between choked breaths, mingling with the slick sounds of fist confidently stroking over his cock, now hard and glistening with lotion and pre-come.
Eversmann and Beals stop just out of earshot, staring at the loose circle of men and the one in the middle. "The fuck are they...?"
"Shh," Beals says, grins. "Can't you see he's concentrating?"
Eversmann shakes his head, but smiles all the same. "You gonna stop 'em?"
"Nah, man, that'd be cruel. Look at how close he is, poor guy. Kinda hot, too, in a weird way."
"It is pretty," Eversmann agrees. "And if you tell anyone I said that..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm agreeing with you, so we'll keep each other's secret."
They both pause, watch in near-reverential silence as Blackburn comes, spilling over his fingers with a muffled groan. A breathlessly laughing Grimes takes off the blindfold and Doc presses a do-rag into Blackburn's hands. The others take the opportunity to rub knuckles over Blackburn's scalp.
"Thank God for downtime," Beals says with a wink.
"Yeah. Still can't believe he did it."
"He's just a kid," Beals shrugs. "And now he's one of them."
"Helluva a way to earn your stripes," Eversmann comments.
Beals grins, the motion lighting up his entire face. "You're just upset because they never made you do it."
***
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Black Hawk Down
Featuring: Blackburn, Grimes, Pilla, Schmid, Twombly, Eversmann and Beals.
Rating: R
Summary: All virgins do it. Crack/Gen-fic.
Disclaimer: Not my playground. All rights belong to Mark Bowden, Scott Free Productions & Columbia Pictures, not me.
Notes: Written for Corie's 'Military Wank' Fic Challenge.
"You guys are absolutely shitting me."
"Nope." Grimes pops his gum loudly, grins at Blackburn. "All virgins do it."
"Tradition," Twombly agrees, nodding.
Blackburn frowns. "Not part of any Ranger tradition I've ever heard of."
"Well, you ain't never been in combat either," Pilla says.
"I'm serious, if you guys're dicking me..."
"You even get a magazine," Doc interrupts, tossing a Playboy at Blackburn.
"No, definitely not that one." Grimes plucks the magazine out of Blackburn's hands and gives him a copy of Hustler.
Blackburn flips the magazine to a random page and stares. "Holy fuck, are those even real?"
Twombly peeks over Blackburn's shoulder. "Oh, yeah, that one's the best. There's this chick on page 78..."
"Chastity Amber," Pilla groans, holding a hand over his heart.
Twombly nods. "Girl's gotta set of lips on her, man..."
Blackburn flips to the page in question. "Is that, um, is she pierced?"
"Yeah." Pilla looks orgasmic. "Hot as fuck, innit? Can you imagine sucking on that and watching her squirm..."
Doc clamps a hand over Pilla's mouth. "Dom, you're gonna scare him before he can get it up."
"Sorry." It comes out muffled.
"So..." Doc glances at Blackburn, "ready?"
"Uh..."
"Sounds like a 'yes' to me," Grimes says, and whips a blindfold around Blackburn's eyes. "Too tight?"
"Uh, no." Blackburn touches the blindfold, and holds out the magazine. "But, um, how'm I gonna..."
Twombly plucks the Hustler from Blackburn's hand. "That was just for a little visual stimulation. Rest is up to your own imagination."
"You need any help with buttons?" Grimes asks with a cheeky grin.
"Um, no. I think I got it." Blackburn's hand hovers over the top button. "You guys're..."
Doc pats him on the shoulder. "Just kick back, relax, and stroke it. Pretend we're not even here."
Blackburn lets out a short laugh. "Yeah, right."
Pilla steps forward, presses a bottle of lotion into Blackburn's hand. "Lubrisperm. Best shit out there for the old gliding action."
"Thanks," Blackburn replies dryly. He pours a generous amount on his hand while unbuttoning his pants and worming his hand under boxers, pulling out his flaccid cock. "Alright, here..." He trails off, smearing the lotion over his cock with gentle, smooth strokes. Within moments, he seems to have forgotten all about his audience -- biting his lower lip, moans spilling out between choked breaths, mingling with the slick sounds of fist confidently stroking over his cock, now hard and glistening with lotion and pre-come.
Eversmann and Beals stop just out of earshot, staring at the loose circle of men and the one in the middle. "The fuck are they...?"
"Shh," Beals says, grins. "Can't you see he's concentrating?"
Eversmann shakes his head, but smiles all the same. "You gonna stop 'em?"
"Nah, man, that'd be cruel. Look at how close he is, poor guy. Kinda hot, too, in a weird way."
"It is pretty," Eversmann agrees. "And if you tell anyone I said that..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm agreeing with you, so we'll keep each other's secret."
They both pause, watch in near-reverential silence as Blackburn comes, spilling over his fingers with a muffled groan. A breathlessly laughing Grimes takes off the blindfold and Doc presses a do-rag into Blackburn's hands. The others take the opportunity to rub knuckles over Blackburn's scalp.
"Thank God for downtime," Beals says with a wink.
"Yeah. Still can't believe he did it."
"He's just a kid," Beals shrugs. "And now he's one of them."
"Helluva a way to earn your stripes," Eversmann comments.
Beals grins, the motion lighting up his entire face. "You're just upset because they never made you do it."
***
