smith golde. trouble. ( starter. nsfw. aesthetic. )
the young cadet grew in the suburbs which is never really a rough start, but when his father dipped and left him with his mother who worked two jobs he was more or less the version of a latchkey kid and was just out with friends most of the time. fending for himself at a young age, he was overlooked in school and slipped into the wrong crowd of drinking, partying and hooking up. this led to his 'found family' finding him and introducing him the life of petty crime.
smith had a knack for getting away clean, called the escape artist but it was his grin and charming, smooth demeanor that raked in the most cash and landed him to be caught. the sex worker charges were small compared to what was pinned on him because of who he hung around with - small-time robbery that was for necessity but also he craved the excitement, yearned for a thrill.
it all came to a head after his second charge was stealing a car and he was given an out - jail, or he was being sent to military school. a suitcase tossed with what belongings he had and he was shipped off, hoping the walls of preston military academy were enough to get him off. in many ways.
he constantly wrestles with his self-worth. he’s been abandoned, hurt, and neglected, leading him to question what’s worth fighting for. struggles with feelings of being expendable—something that influences both his reckless attitude toward life and his inability to truly trust anyone.
position: vers-bottom. easy.
cock: hefty 8 inches.
sexuality: homosexual, non-romantic (he swears).
kinks: barebacking, dirty talk, group sex, is a huge exhibitionist and slut, older man, fellow jocks, frotting, down to try anything ever, watersports are cool. he has a huge praise kink that he rejects or acknowledges but he will do anything to be called 'good boy'.
anti: no scat, no vomit, no baby stuff.
He was glad that Smith was following him, aand keeping up. It certainly would make all of the training easier.
The pace, however, was killing him, but he wouldn't say that. Sure, he was trained and was in good shape; but he was forty and that counted for something. "You're asking for a break, cadet, is that it?" he asked, without stopping or looking around. "So if you're too much of a pussy to continue, just say it."
"Don't need a break," he said with a perked brow, looking over to see the other sprinting as he was and clearly it wasn't a pace that he could keep with. Which had Smith smirking, starting to pass the other, "Looks like you're the one being a bit of a pussy that can't keep up, old man."
And maybe the fact that Dirk had punished him was a little more obvious, as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it back at the other as he ran on ahead, just ahead enough to be annoying but still within ear shot.
Dirk looked down at the cadet and couldn't help but lick his lips. He looked so damn pretty on his knees, looking up at him and clearly sizing him up. "I don't want a blowjob" he lied as his hand gripped the back of the cadet's head, "You want my dick" he said cockily. Dirk clocked the other's stare at his throbbing cock and grinned as Smith's tongue made contact with his tip, teasing him. "Good boy" he muttered in a low tone as the cadet's fingers wrapped around him. Dirk thrust his hips forward, fucking the cadet's mouth as he grunted.
Sucking the dick of some mentor he'd just met wasn't how he expected his day to go, especially one that had just cut off all of his hair behind his own mentor's back. But he was still so frustratingly hot, looking how he did, grunting as he pushed forward into his mouth and Smith's response to being called a good boy was obvious as he leaned into it more, moaning around the dick as he felt Dirk start to fuck into his mouth. Bringing his hand down, no longer needing it to guide as the older took over, he instead gripped those heavy balls that had started this whole shit, wanting to make some smug comment about them being trimmed.
Drew had hooked up with several guys since arriving here at Preston yet he hadn't yet been this intimate and vulnerable with any. He let out a deep moan as Smith's hand grinded their dicks together. Drew could feel the warmth of Smith's cock against his as some pre appeared on the tip of his dick.
Drew kissed Smith hungrily as he moaned yet again into his mouth, the warm water of the shower washing over them. "Fuck, I think I'm gonna blow, Smith" he whispered in a low tone as he knew he wouldn't last long after being so pent up.
Smith kept kissing the other, needing that simple connection matching the heat as their bodies rocked together, hips grinding forward, cock against cock. Tilting his head, he let his gaze move to view their naked forms, how fucking hot they were, how good Drew felt and he smirked at the words, the whispered pleading.
"Yeah, you gonna come for me, Cadet?" He teased again, pausing his stroking but still grinding dick against dick, thumbing the leaking tip of Drew's cock before once again, slicker now, pumping his fist over them, chasing his own orgasm, not wanting to be far behind his friend. "Come with me, show me how pretty you look when you come."
Dirk had a weak spot for mouthy pretty boys and Smith seemed to be no exception. His hand rubbing his handiwork on the cadet's head, Dirk had a insatiable smirk on his lips, "Pity. Should have given those locks one last go" his free hand reached down to stroke himself slowly. Dirk took in the sight of the cadet on his knees for him and his dick twitched. "Why don't you put that mouth to good use?" he asked boldly, letting his cock rest up against Smith's cheek.
Smith wanted to have a comeback but instead he just rolled his eyes, which were quick to drop from that annoyingly handsome face to that equally annoying perfect looking cock in front of him, so hard already and he was feeling as he licked over his lips. "If you wanted a blowjob, you didn't need to be such a prick," he said, glaring at him but bringing a hand up, wrapping around that thick shaft and stroking it once, moving the cock from his cheek and to where his lips parted, tongue extending first, to lick over anything already leaking from the tip, before descending to meet where his fingers held the base. He shouldn't have been so turned on, but Dirk was driving him wild.
« - » Isaac let out a light little chuckle, his hand still on Smith's chest. It roamed freely now, not checking for anything, just feeling. The reaction of the cadet was mildly amusing, if not a little charming. In the time of their exam, Isaac's body had indeed responded, the faint outline of a hard on in his scrubs, a tent of arousal under the clean slate gray fabric. "Listen, Smith, it's been a long day. People have been difficult, new year is always stressful. I need relief just as much as you do." Isaac shrugged. "Be a good boy and help a doc out?" Isaac asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you want. Or else, you're good to go, Cadet."
Looking at the Doctor as he stood there, half hard, talking about needing relief and he figured this was some code violation and misuse of power or something but being told to be a good boy was clearly his most detrimental kryptonite and the fact that he was hard as a brick himself, so turned on by Isaac's touches. Wanting him. "Sure Doc," he said a little slyly, lifting himself up to a sitting position, legs spread, the gown loose and he reached over to pull Isaac closer, mad at himself for blushing as he did so as he had used the older man's cock as the tug to get him closer, his hand reaching into the easy access scrubs a moment later. "Like this?" Maybe a little too bold, too quick, but being told he was a good boy and permission to be hard? he was doomed.
He doesn't listen to what he is saying. "There's always a choice." He wants to say that if he wasn't weak he could've fought Dirk; sure, maybe he'd lose and end up worse than he is right now, but at least Jasper wouldn't be disappointed at him. Still, all he says is: "I hope there isn't a next time on that." He finishes, standing up straight: "Let's have a quick jog through the woods," he says, and then, before Smith can even say anything, he bolts towards the trail, without even looking back. Somehow, he quickly adapted to the mentor role — maybe all he needed was annoyance.
Giving the older a slight nod at the 'discipline' and he figured it was enough, mostly because it wasn't truly his fault in the end, he couldn't go against a Major's direct orders. Even though that was specifically had got him in the mess in the first place. But Jasper didn't need to know that.. "A jog?" He asked, confused. He could do that, it was easy, and without getting another word in the man was gone and he stumbled his words for a second as the blonde found his footing and was gone. It was faster than he'd do for a jog, but the blonde was quick to catch up. "Speedy for a quick jog.." his lips pulling into a bit of a smirk.
Drew was glad that this was happening. He had felt tension between himself and Smith ever since they had become friends. His body pressed against the handsome cadet's and he moaned a low hum. "Fuck, same here Smith" Drew admitted with a grin as their hips grinded against eachothers.
"Sir, yes, sir" Drew obliged the other cadet as he turned around. He kissed Smith back with the intensity that had been building up between them recently. His dick was throbbing as his hands rested on Smith's toned body, breathing becoming shallow.
The kiss was something he had been craving for so long since his arrival, and sure it hadn't been too long, but he still needed and yearned for the warmth of another. Smith didn't want to acknowledge any of that though, not the hooking up with men part - he was great at that - but crushing on someone, not here, not now.
But it was hard, literally, as his hips moved forward and he was grinding his own arousal against Drew's with a hungry groan into the kiss, pulling him even closer with one hand while the other was reaching down to wrap around them so their shafts were belly to belly and he could fuck into his fist and against Drew at the same time.
It was nearly impossible for Dirk to reign himself in and his attempts to camouflage how turned he was were unsuccessful. Though, he could tell that the cadet was clearly turned on too. When Smith called him Major Dick, Dirk shut off the clippers as he had finished up the cut. "Major Dick likes what he sees" Dirk commented with a wink as his hand reached up to rub the cadet's head. In his eyes this was a power struggle that he was on the winning end of. "Bet those locks were nice to tug on" Dirk teased the cadet as his hand cupped the back of the cadet's head and pushed it closer to him, "Shame" he smirked.
That wink seemed more playful than the demanding, brutish jerk before him would be capable of considering everything that Smith had witnessed so far, the remains of his hair enough of a testament. Even banter after was strange, but he leaned into the touch because fuck it felt good against his buzzed hair, and kept his eyes on him. "You ruined that for yourself, asshole," he grunted, feeling the hand pulling him closer until he was looking at the older man, eye level with his dick and for once he waited for instruction, his eyes betraying him.
Dirk grinned as the cadet begged him to do a good job. "Fine" he grumbled as he continued to work on buzzing down the other's hair. As Smith got up from the chair and got down on his knees, Dirk couldn't help but lick his lips. The cadet looked irresistible. "Good boy" he praised the other as he took a few steps closer to Smith. One hand on Smith's shoulder, there was no hiding that he was immensely turned on by this, "Closer, goldilocks" he urged the younger male's head closer to him as his one hand worked on finishing up his buzzcut and the other gripped the blonde's shoulder.
Dirk was hard. It wasn't even subtle anymore, and he figured that the man would get off on the power in that moment, the control, and for some reason Smith was finding it so sexy in the most infuriating way that made his eyes narrow, looking up. Being called 'good boy' was like a shift, not in obedience but his hunger seemed to grow, his cock growing in that single moment as he leaned in, hating that nickname but as he was urged closer, he accepted it. "How do I look, Major Dick?" He said, clearly but eyes narrowed again. "Oops, Dirk."
Drew smirked as Smith took the body wash and began to wash him down. It felt so good to have the other's hands all over him. His body relaxed under the stream of hot water.
Soon Drew found himself pressed against the shower wall, Smith's dick practically throbbing against him as he let out a whimper, "Fuck, Smith" he whined as his ass was gripped. He spread his legs slightly as he played into the banter, "You really know how to handle a cadet" he teased.
Watching Drew spread his legs like that, he groaned and leaned forward, his mouth finding that strong, bare shoulder and pressed a kiss against him. A small few trailing along to his neck then as he settled against him, body against body and he finally gave in to all of these desires he's had for his friend.
"I've wanted to touch you for so long, Drew, fuck," he grunted, hips rocking upwards, grinding against his ass, sliding to tease between his cheeks. "turn around, cadet," he said with a grunt, waiting and then he just gave in. Kissing him, hungry, his hips meeting hips and he was grinding his own dick against Drew's as the heat finally hit it's peak.
