Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty by Various Authors Read Free Book Online Page B

give two of these brave heroes a dirty, hot holiday they'll never forget.
     
    {PHOTO INSERT: A naked man is standing with his back to army style lockers.  Another man with fatigues down around his ankles stands facing him. They are engaged in a full body embrace.}
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     “Digger?” Neal whispered into the darkness inside the temporary supply depot. With one hand, he tried to find a light switch.
    This was a new spot for them. Mostly because this little building was newly erected a few days ago. Usually, they were a little farther from the bustle of the base, but maybe the late hour — or early since it was after midnight — would be to their advantage. They’d have to be quiet, though.
    “Yeah,” came an already husky voice from somewhere deeper in this semi-darkness.
    “Where the hell are you?” And there didn’t seem to be a light switch.
    “Come find me, Moose,” he said with a definite tease to his voice. Then he giggled. Dig’d never admit to making any such sound, but the man giggled like a little girl sometimes.
    “Don’t call me that, Dig.”
    Neal stepped inside and secured the door, fumbling the lock only once. He’d caught sight of the rows of metal shelves and the plain, gray lockers inside this metal box from the light over the door outside, but now it was black as hell. Reaching out, he found a shelf and felt his way to the alley between two sets, guessing it’d take him back toward Dig.
    “Everybody calls you Moose, so why not me? It’s the perfect name for a giant like you.”
    He heard the click of a bottle opening and then the squelch of its contents coming out. Christ, was Dig in here beating off without him? He was ready to bust out of his shorts, so the man had better have plans for doing something about that, regardless of his head start.
    “It’s not what you call me, so cut it out. And what are you doing in here?”
    “Getting hard for you.”
    That matter-of-fact answer sent a shot of lust right down his spine. Neal gasped and damn if he couldn’t smell Dig now. The ever-present scent of the dusty desert of this country clung to everything, but under it was the raw, musky aroma of a sweaty and seriously aroused man.
    “Yeah?” he asked, picking up his blind pace toward everything he wanted. He only had an hour to get it and every second was going to count.
    “Oh yeah.” That was definitely the sound of a slick fist sliding on a cock now. “Soon as you get back here, I’m going to give you everything I’ve got.”
    “You suck at dirty talk, Dig,” he said and smiled, reaching out. He was pretty sure he was right in front of him.
    “That’s not all I suck.”
    A pair of hands somehow managed to latch onto his belt so accurately that it came undone in a flash and then his pants fell right down to the tops of his boots.
    “Hi,” Neal said, knowing it was inane even as he said it.
    “Hi,” Dig said, a smirk in his voice. His fingers now went after the buttons down Neal’s shirt. “What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?”
    “Hoping to get himself fucked for Christmas.” He found smooth, bare shoulders and followed them up until he could hold Dig’s face in his hands.
    “Have you been good?” Dig said, undoing the last button and sliding his hands up beneath the undershirt. Neal sighed as those long fingers explored his belly.
    “Real good.” He leaned in until he found Dig’s lips.
    Agile fingers stroked up to his chest, pushing the material away as they kissed. Neal loved Dig’s kisses because they always started so gentle. He hadn’t spent a lot of time kissing guys — not over here in this godforsaken sandbox anyway — but those he had always seemed to go for the tongue-battling kisses. Like it was something to fight through so you could get to the good stuff.
    Kissing Dig was the good stuff and Neal never wanted to kiss anyone else.
    Neal’s shirts came off while they tasted each other, breaking apart only