As he looked at that phenomenally buff body, Xander was close to being overwhelmed. His cock, however, had no such problems dealing with the situation: It was rock hard and pressing against the fatigues that Graham had lent him.

Xander stood, hands on his hips inspecting Graham.. Almost giddy, fighting that feeling. Very turned on, not fighting that feeling, looking at this guy. This guy who'd just asked him to take charge, to decide what they would do and how they would do it? Graham had said, "Look, Xand, here's the key, It's about doing what *you* want. That's all there is to it."

"So," Xander began, slowly walking around Graham, looking at him from every angle. "What do you think I ought to do with you, soldier?"

"Whatever you want, sir" It wasn't a whimper, Graham said it in an even clear voice. Close to a challenge.

"Think I oughta fuck you, soldier?"

There was only one answer Graham could give. "Whatever you say, sir."

OK, Xander had one thing figured out, conversation was not going to be an important part of the next little while.

"I think I need to see some pushups, soldier"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Graham bent down, leaned forward, put his hands on the floor and straightened his legs behind him. Once in position, he began counting "1 sir, 2 sir, 3 sir, 4 sir". Xander was dead impressed. Graham counted them off in perfect form, head help up, eyes facing front, every muscle in his arms and shoulders and back working. Each push-up perfectly precise and by the book. Xander was close to mesmerized by the sight of the muscles working hard just under the skin.

"Sir, 56 sir, 57 sir, 58 sir?"

Graham was determined to keep going. He knew he could count off more than a hundred pretty easily. He was pretty sure he could do 150 without breaking form. He concentrated on doing'em right for Xander. He was a little surprised that Xander was pushing him this hard right off the bat. That was OK. More than OK, in fact?

Xander suddenly realized that Graham was gonna keep going until told to stop.

"Attention!"

Graham bolted to his feet, and stood at attention. Eyes front, not moving. Chest and arms pumped up mightily. Xander reached over and ran his palms across his chest.

"Not bad, soldier"

"Thank you, sir" Graham barked it out. Eyes front. That body perfectly motionless.

"You got a nice body there, soldier."

"Thank you, sir."

Xander leaned in and licked one tit and then slowly let his tongue drift over to the other.

"A very nice body, soldier"

He massaged Graham's arms as his tongue made its way around Graham's chest and then down to his stomach. Grahams abdominals were tensed. Xander had heard the jock guys at school talking about their 'six pack' abs. Xander was pretty sure that this guy had an eight-pack. He licked and kissed every square inch of that tanned rock hard stomach. There was this definite thrill that this guy had pretty much given Xander this nicely shaped present to play with.

Graham was using all of his strength not to move. To maintain position. But he was reacting to Xander's ministrations. His heart was beating faster. He had to swallow a couple of times. He glanced down once or twice, hoping that Xander didn't pick the same moment to look up, and catch him. There was something ? powerful ? about being the absolute centre of the action. To have all of the guy's attention. Plus, there was the pure physical sensation of the guy's tongue on him. Feeling it gently carressing every square inch of his body. Graham gulped as Xander licked his navel. He had to clench his jaw. He wanted to grab his cock and start jerking off then and there. But he wasn't gonna do that, he knew he'd hold out.

Xander moved down a bit farther, and just ran his tongue around the cockhead, teasingly. Graham let out a long low moan.

Xander slowly stood back up, hands caressing Graham's sides. Dude was ribs and muscle. He moved his hands slowly to Graham's shoulders. Graham was breathing hard. He swallowed hard. His eyes glanced to Xander's face, and then went back to at attention.

Xander gave the slightest push on Graham's shoulders, and the man went to his knees. Xander's cock was right in front of his face.

"Sir!" Graham's voice almost cracked. He recovered.

"What is it, soldier?"

"Permission to suck cock, sir" Graham said it in a calm even voice.

"Think you deserve to suck it, soldier?"

"No sir."

Xander gulped. He hadn?t expected that response at all. He reached down and ran his hands through Graham's hair. He wanted to take the guy in his arms, and tell him there was nothing in the world he didn't deserve. Time for that later. But Xander was gonna be careful about what he asked from now on.

Xander, put his hand behind Graham's neck, he bent over and kissed him. Graham let him invade his mouth with his tongue. And then Graham sucked his tongue. Xander unzipped the fatigue pants, and pulled out his cock, which was rock hard. He stood up. He brushed Graham's face with it, teasing. Graham looked up at him. His eyes begged.

"I just might let you suck it anyway, soldier."

"Thank you, sir."

"Go on, suck it, soldier"

"Thank you, sir."

Graham attacked it hungrily, swallowing it all the way, twisting his head on it, pulling back slowly, using his lips, taunting it with his tongue. Xander took hold of the back of his head with one hand, the other holding onto that massive shoulder. Graham pushed his head against Xander's hand. Xander pushed back. Pushing Graham's head onto his dick. Graham moaned deeply, and began to hold onto Xander's thighs as he let him push his head onto his cock, faster and faster.

Xander had to admit that Graham knew what he was doing. This was really hot. He could feel the guy was into it in a way that he hadn't been earlier. There was almost a violence to the way he went after the cock. Graham's hands were on his ass, pulling Xander into him, kneading his butt muscles. And Xander knew he was gonna lose it really soon if he let Graham continue. And he knew what Graham wanted, what he asked for. Xander was determined to give it to him.

Xander pulled his head away. His heart was racing. Graham looked up at him with those eyes. Xander held his head by the hair.

Graham was panting. He looked up at Xander. He could have had the mental orgasm of his life, seeing him standing above him in fatigue pants and olive drab T-shirt. That image that he had fantasized about since that night at the Lowell house party. To have this guy put him in his place, to use him, hard if possible. However the fuck he wanted. There was only one thing Graham knew for sure at that moment: He wanted Xander.

"Time to get fucked, soldier"

"Yessir!"

Graham spun around and got on his hands and knees, ass towards Xander. He spread his legs. He looked over his shoulder and stared at Xander. Xander pulled the T-shirt off, and stepped out of the pants. Xander saw the way Graham was looking at him. He knew Graham really wanted it. It both amazed him and turned him on.

"Fuck me, sir."

Xander got the lube from the table. He squirted some onto his cock and applied it. He didn?t want to hurt the guy, so he applied a bit more. He positioned himself behind Graham, on one knee, and guided his cock towards Graham's ass.

OK, he'd sort of done this with Anya before. But this felt totally different. There was this feeling of power with another guy. OK, especially with this guy.

He pushed it in slowly, Graham sighing and relaxing and arching his back for more.

Xander took hold of Graham's waist and started to thrust, slowly getting used to the feel of it. It felt damned good. He held Graham's sides. They felt damned good, too. Graham was slowly rocking himself onto Xander, pushing against Xander as Xander pushed into him. Xander took hold of his waist, and just let go, as Graham put his head down almost to the floor.

"Yeah!" he moaned softly, almost desperately.

The anxiety that had been floating around the back of Xander's mind got overwhelmed by the pure sensuality of fucking this guy. Feeling his body react to his thrusts, feeling Graham push himself into those thrusts.

Xander was lost in it. He leaned forward to feel more of Graham's body, caressing the shoulders, then almost on top of him, then reaching around to caress his chest. Xander's chest almost against Graham's back, his pelvis pistoning. Graham was moaning rythmically in time with Xander's thrusts.

Xander moved his hand down and found Graham's cock, straining, hard. Xander, still fucking the commando guy, began to carress the cock, by necessity it was a pretty rough carress. But it turned Xander on to feel Graham that excited, and to know that he was excited because Xander was fucking him. Graham started to moan and buck, arching his back, as Xander felt Graham's hot come all over his hand.

Every muscle in Graham's body tensed as he came, Xander closed his eyes as his cock got squeezed tight. He massaged Graham's quivvering body, Graham collapsed to the floor, cheek against the carpet, panting hard. As he felt Graham relax, Xander let go, and shot deep inside Graham, and then collapsed atop Graham.

They lay there, content to feel each other's slick bodies against each other.

Finally, Xander knelt back up. Graham rolled over, easily, gracefully. He looked up at Xander and grinned as he palmed Xander's chest.

"Awesome!"

"Yeah?"

"You gotta know you're a fucking stud!"

Xander caressed Graham's arms. "Uh, that was my first time doing that to a guy."

Graham looked at him a bit surprised. "I thought you said you'd been with a guy before?"

"Yeah, but this is the first time I ... did this"

"If you're doing it, you can say it." Graham kidded him. "First time you fucked a guy."

Xander grinned, leaned down and kissed him gently, "I was gonna say, first time I made love to a guy."

Graham looked at him, unbelieving, and then unbelievably touched. He carressed Xander's cheek. "Anything you want, man, you can do anything you want to me."

"Would you be pissed off if what I wanted to do was crash?"

"With me?"

"Hell, yes, with you."

"Then, not at all, fuck, not pissed off at all." The two guys stood up, Graham getting up more quickly and pulling Xander up, and into his arms. With a grin, he picked Xander up in his arms, and carried him to the bed, and put him down. He just stood over him for a moment, looking at him lying there.

"I always wanted to do that."

Xander grinned "Glad I was here for you." Xander had to admit that being carried like that felt?nice.

Xander patted the bed beside him. Graham crawled in. They lay on their sides, facing each other, beginning to kiss. At first tentatively, then surely, and then fiercely, driving their tongues down each others' throats. They started to caress each other's bodies, and Graham moved so he was half atop Xander, still kissing him, holding the back of his head, as Xander massaged Graham's rock hard torso. Xander pushed against Graham a bit and Graham rolled over on his back, rolling Xander on top of him. They continued to kiss, their bodies rubbing against each other, their cocks between their bellies.

Graham broke the kiss. He looked into Xander's eyes, grinning, "You sure you still wanna to go to sleep?"

"Hey, No fair! you did that on purpose!"

"Maybe, but I'll make it up to you." And Graham sat up, and playfully pushed Xander onto his back, and on hands and knees, taking Xander's cock in his mouth and began to suck him. Intensely. Trying to get his tongue to memorize it's feel, remembering and doing everything that Xander had liked before, and hearing by his groans that he'd remembered right.

Graham stopped. He held the cock tightly around the base and stared at it. He licked the head slowly, teasingly, with an evil grin.

Then Graham sat up, and pressed their bodies together. He took both of their cocks in his hand and gently played with both. "Wanna fuck me again, Xand?"

Xander reached up and ran his fingers across the guy's chest. "No games this time, OK?"

"OK, but I gotta tell ya, it was hot, you were hot" Graham grinned.

Xander gave him a smile in return, "Pretty hot at this end, too." Xander sat up using Graham's shoulders to pull himself up to kneeling.

Graham started to get on his hands and knees. Xander stopped him, hand on his thigh. "I wanna see you."

Graham grinned eagerly, rolled on his back, and lifted his legs. Xander positioned himself. He reached for the lube on the table beside the bed.

Graham smiled, "Let me." And he took the bottle and lubed up Xanders' cock, then put the bottle down and lay back. Xander leaned over him , easing his cock in. Graham moaned softly as he ran his hand over his shoulders, then his cheek.

"Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not gonna hurt me, you know. If you go hard."

"You'll let me know?" Xander massaged his shoulders gently.

"Absolutely."

Xander looked down at Graham. He caressed those arms, his arms. A barely audible whisper, "You're incredible."

Graham's only response is a slight curling of the lips, almost a smile, and a look of intense desire in his eyes.

Xander smiled and leaned down and kissed Graham again. Xander began to punp slowly, breaking the kiss as he built up rhythm and speed. Graham was caressing his chest and sides, until he took hold of his own legs and pulled them back, forcing his butt up more, so Xander was practically on top of him, thrusting almost straight down into Graham. Graham was panting, starting to hyperventilate, looking straight into Xander's eyes, his eyes begging for all Xander could throw at him. Graham got it.

And more. Until Xander couldn't last any longer. Graham saw what was coming and grabbed Xander's ass and pulled him into him, making Xander come deep inside him. Xander collapsed atop him, panting hard, heart racing. Graham opened his legs and straightened out on the bed, and put an arm across the back of the guy lying on his chest. Xander could feel the hard-on beneath him. Once he had recovered his breath, he kissed the panting Graham briefly, and then urgently but slowly made his way down Graham's body, marvelling all over again at the feel of his muscle, the feel of his skin, pausing to lick at all the interesting points.

And then Xander licked Graham's cock. Graham moaned sharply. His back arched, his muscles tensed. Xander took it in his mouth, and tried his best to give Graham the kind of blow job that Graham had given him, hands on his chest, feeling his reaction, his right hand feeling his heart racing. Maybe he wasn't as expert at this as Graham, but by heartbeat he was feeling, the guy appreciated it no less.

"Xand! Xand!, I'm gonna come, man!"

Xander didn't back off, he took it down his throat, continuing to suck even as Graham's cock began to shrink. Then as Graham's muscles tensed and relaxed, Xander licked his way back up the stomach to the chest and finally back to Graham's face.

Graham looked at him. And put both arms around him, and hugged him tightly to him. Almost desperately, never wanting to let him go, like if he did, even for a second, he might leave and never return.

They were both lost in the silence of the moment, listening to each other's hearts beating.

Xander is suddenly anxious all over again. He wants this guy to know he wants him but?

"Graham?"

"Yeah?" softly.

"I'm not sure I can..." Xander hesitates. Maybe this isn't fair.

"What?" Softly, hiding the panic.. He can't what? Go on? Stay here? Do this again?

"Take it like that."

Relief. fuck! Thank the gods! Relief. Jesus, like he'd ever? "Huh? No worries, Xander, I'd never ?"

Xander cut him off. He raised his head to look at his face. His voice, soft, a whisper, an undercurrent of .. what.. fear? "When you do it to me, go easy, ok?"

A surprised Graham looked into Xander's eyes, "You'd let me??"

Xander chuckled and gave Graham a playful punch to the shoulder. "Like I could stop you."

Graham looked at Xander, faces inches apart. He swallowed hard, "With one word, you could stop me."

"I mean, if you don't?"

"I do, I mean, I *do*?if you.. " Graham looked at him, suddenly catching on, "You've never ??"

Xander shook his head.

"And you'd want me to?"

"Well, yeah." Xander replied as though he'd thought it obvious.

Graham ran his fingers though Xander's hair.

"You're quite the man, Xander Harris." And Graham gently hugged him

Xander snuggled half atop the commando guy, content, for the moment, to be hugged.

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