Chapter 1: Under the Barracks’ Glare
The humid Singaporean air clung to Wei Xiong’s skin as he adjusted his glasses, the black PT shorts hugging his slender frame just a little too tightly. At 160cm, he was a small, shy Chinese twink, often overlooked in the chaos of army camp life during National Service. But not by everyone. Mark, a towering, muscular soldier with a penchant for nerdy twinks, couldn’t peel his eyes away. Every time Wei Xiong bent over to tie his boots or jogged across the field, Mark’s gaze lingered, his thoughts a dangerous cocktail of curiosity and desire.
“Oi, Wei, you got a minute?” Mark’s deep voice cut through the barracks’ chatter one humid evening, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a hungry edge. He leaned against the metal bunk, arms crossed over his broad chest, muscles flexing unintentionally.
Wei Xiong pushed up his specs, his cheeks flushing. “Uh, yeah, what’s up?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but there was a sharpness in his dark eyes that hinted at something more beneath the shy exterior.
Mark smirked, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “Just wondering if you’ve got any pics, you know, outside of this sweaty hellhole. Something to… remember you by.” His grin was cheeky, but his intent was clear.
Wei Xiong’s lips twitched into a sly smile, surprising Mark with his quick wit. “Pictures? What, you think I’m some kind of cam boy for your late-night scrolling? I’m shy, lah, not stupid.” He turned away, but not before Mark caught the playful glint in his eye.
“Aw, come on, don’t play hard to get,” Mark teased, his voice a low rumble. “Just one. I’m dying here.”
Wei Xiong chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re dying? Good. Suffer a bit. Builds character.” But later that night, after lights out, Wei Xiong’s resolve wavered. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the way Mark’s eyes had burned into him all day. He snapped a quick shot in his Addicted swimming brief, the fabric clinging to every curve of his lithe body, and sent it before he could overthink.
Mark’s reaction was immediate. A string of frantic texts lit up Wei Xiong’s phone. “Holy shit, Wei. You trying to kill me? I’m so fucking hard right now. Send more. Please.”
Wei Xiong grinned in the dark, his confidence growing. “Begging already? Didn’t think a big guy like you would crumble so fast.” But he wasn’t done. The next night, he upped the ante, sending a video—his skinny frame in front of a mirror, hand wrapped around his unexpectedly huge cock, stroking slow and deliberate. His tongue flicked out, teasing, as he came hard, splattering the glass with cum. Mark nearly lost his mind, his replies incoherent with lust.
Days passed, tension simmering between them like the tropical heat. Then came the night they were on duty together, alone in a quiet corner of the camp. The air was thick with unspoken want as they stood shoulder to shoulder, pretending to focus on their tasks. Mark’s hand brushed against Wei Xiong’s, a spark igniting.
“Stop teasing me, Wei,” Mark growled, his voice rough with need. “I’ve been horny as fuck since that video. You’ve got no idea what you’ve done to me.”
Wei Xiong turned, his eyes sharp behind his glasses, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, I know exactly what I’ve done. Question is, can you handle me?” He stepped closer, bold despite his small stature, his fingers grazing Mark’s thigh. “I’ve never fucked a buff guy before. Wanna be my first?”
Mark’s breath hitched, his body already responding, hard and aching under his uniform. “Fuck, Wei, you’re gonna wreck me.”
Their lips crashed together, hungry and desperate, hands roaming as they stumbled into the shadows. Wei Xiong’s fingers dug into Mark’s muscular ass, pulling him closer, while Mark’s hands slid under Wei Xiong’s shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. They were sweating, panting, the air electric with raw need. Wei Xiong’s voice was a husky whisper against Mark’s ear. “I’m so wet for this, Mark. You ready for me to take you apart?”
Mark groaned, his control slipping. “Do it. I want every dripping inch of you.”
Their clothes were halfway off, the promise of explosive release hanging heavy between them, as the night swallowed their moans…
[To be continued]
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