Warning: There are sexual acts in this story, though I try to stick to correct language in describing them. If there is an issue please send me an e-mail, if I do not respond it is because I am working or highly busy. Please avoid this story if you do not like gay romance.
Chapter #1: Intrusion
The RV jostled from side to side as its inhabitant's anger rose higher and higher, punctuating the other wise silent rear parking lot of 2Fort. Things were obviously being throne about the vehicle's confines. Boxes, both empty and full, were hurtled to one side of the cabin, then the same boxes were thrown with even more ferocity back to their original side as Sniper searched to no avail for his BBW Goddesses and Afro Beauties magazines, both gifts from Demoman last Christmas. This week had been one of non stop grief, and it was, in his opinion, time to settle the beast of anxiety and excessive drinking with a little wanking off. Despite a lengthy and in depth search the magazines were no where to be found, so Sniper re-attacked the boxes. About to give up hope and go for lunch, he opened the cockpit door, and inevitably stumbled onto the erotic glossy pages of his magazines, protruding from beneath the passengers seat.
Folding the now crumpled bodies out onto his bed, and removing several empty bullet cartages, Sniper flopped down and took survey of the covers before him. As he softly licked the 2D nipple of one of he women on page 7 a knock came crashing though the hazy erotic world of "Sniper alone time." "Snipes , you busy? Heavy wants to fucking watch a French musical and Spook is actually going to give a descent one. Wanna come and pretend to sing along and get hammered?" The almost jubilant sound of Scout's voice pierced the air and strangely enough made Snipers longing to touch himself even more intense. "No thanks boy, I'm busy." He tried to keep his voice level but never the less his lips could not keep from quivering, and he let out a moan as fingers independently moved over his moistened head, drawing themselves across the heat of his shaft. "Sure…uh man it sounds like your in pain or you're fuckin mastur …" the voice trailed off and a sound of disgust came as the unlocked door flew open and Scout peered in. "I knew it, you are masturbating!" Scout looked pleased with his own deduction and sat on the other side of the bed looking down at the magazines. "Ewww! Fat chicks." he looked genuinely grossed out but never the less took the BBW magazine and flipped through its pages blushing at some of the more erotic poses.
"Do you want something?" Sniper looked annoyed and eyed the young man, now leaning back on the bed. "Yeah, I wanted to see what you were ohhing an ahhing over in here. Now hat I know, I am going to stay and join you." Scout was used to masturbating in the same room as other men, considering the mass of siblings that shared his bedroom back in Boston. "You know, I dated a fat bitch once, or maybe twice, and she gave the best fucking head I ever had. She would start by gravin my balls like this," Scout held out a hand and made gestures to invisible testicles. "Then she would grave me and eat the shit out of my head, like it were the best fucken cake in the world," turning to Sniper he made slurping sounds letting spittle fly into the other man's face.
The room became quiet as Sniper fumed, his cock deflating in his still tightened grasp. Annoyed at the lack of conversation Scout turned back to the magazine, examining several women who were excitedly giving head to unknown Johns. The picture made his groin swell slightly and in habit he began to rub himself through his pants.
"What the 'ell". Sniper finally let out, rising from the bed and moving to the mini fridge to get a beer. His afternoon was crumbling around him, first he nearly lost the magazines, and now the little shit had the nerve to wank-off on his fucking bed. What next?
Scout was now ogling a blonde who busily fingered herself in front of man with a camera. Unknowingly his hand begun to find its way to the bare flesh of his shaft and testicles, before roughly massaging his scrodum. Little moans slipped from his mouth, followed by the thrusting of his hips and the odd curling of his toes, which only happened when he masturbated. Sniper was trying desperately to drowned out the noise by cleaning his gun, but his eyes could still see the boy's feet unfurl and retighten. He could also see flashes of pink that came with the incredibly speedy hand job that Scout was skillfully giving himself. Sniper suddenly noticed his pants had tighted. Slipping the gun between his thighs he rubbed against it, gasping as the friction of his pants brought strokes of pleasure to his lips.