The Jinxers

You go to John first. Captain seems like the best place to start with anything really. The man's been around the block, knows a thing or two. It doesn't help that when you try to casually bring it up in between mission reports he looks at you like you shot his dog.

"What?"

"I asked what men like during blowjobs, sir." You repeat, because... well, in for a penny in for a pound you suppose. He looks at you for a long moment, and dismisses you.

You probably aimed too high on that one. Backup plan.

Soap jumps at the bait immediately. You should've known to go for the dog first. Especially when he pulls you into a broom closet before the words are even out of your mouth.

"Best way to learn is with practice." He tells you, pushing you to your knees with a smile. He's already half hard when he fishes himself out of his pants.

John Mactavish's blowjob tips:

Get messy with it. You work your tongue over him a few times before he leans forwards and spits on his cock himself. The extra slick helps you take the head in your mouth, which in turn makes it easier to bob your head. You can't take much in your mouth, but the pressure against your tongue makes your mouth water. You pull back and spit on his cock when you have too much to swallow.

Use your hands. You catch some of the dripping drool with your fingers and use it as lube to help the slide of you hand. You can't take him to the base, but with his fingers guiding your hand, you can at least keep the rest of his length warm while you suck at the head.

The noisier the better. "Keep a little space between your lips and my cock, lemme hear you suck it." Soap tells you, so you do, letting the loud slurping and sucking sounds fill the small room. You bob your head as best you can, obscene and loud. You feel more like you're jerking him off than actually sucking his dick. It doesn't seem to matter with the way he groans and bucks into your hand.

When he comes, it fills your mouth. It's bitter and thick, the taste makes you gag a little, but you were always told "spitters are quitters" and you don't really know where to spit it anyway. You have to swallow twice to get it all down. Mactavish seems satisfied at least. Fun! You think, as you stand up. Soap, ever the gentleman, holds the door for you when you leave.

You decide to ask Gaz next. You think as far as first BJs go that was pretty successful, but it could be better. You head for the barracks, you know Gaz is usually back from PT this time of day. He's fresh from the showers when he answers the door, and despite being slightly bewildered by your question, ushers you inside.

"Soap's not gonna be much help," Gaz agrees, sitting on the side of his bed, "can't believe you went to the captain first. You're just asking for a court martial."

"You were busy." You reason.

"Not busy now." Gaz smiles.

Kyle Garrick's blowjob tips:

Get comfortable. Gaz shucks his fatigues and lays on the bed, pulling you up onto it as well. Which is great because your knees sort of hurt after kneeling on the floor so long. You get nice and comfortable, laid down between his legs. It gives you a good view of his dick like this, lets you look at his face. He's not hard yet, but that doesn't mean you can't get started.

Don't be afraid to dive in. It's easier to take more of Gaz when he's soft, and you enjoy laving your tongue over the soft skin as you feel him hardening in your mouth. He scratches his fingers against your scalp, pushing your hair back to watch your face as you work. You pull back to spit on his dick, and slick your hand over him as he gets longer and thicker. He's warm, and tastes like soap.

Your tongue is your best friend. "Try licking it while it's in your mouth." Gaz offers. You wiggle your tongue against the underside of his cock as you bob your head, pulling up to lap at the head and sticking your tongue out as you sink towards the base of his cock. You drag it up as you rise, and pass it back and forth as you fall. You accidentally lick your fingers once or twice, but it makes Gaz groan so you're not complaining. Actually your hand is getting pretty wet from all the drool.

Eye contact. "Look here love." You didn't realize you'd closed your eyes, too focused on your work to remember anything else. Gaz draws your attention back to him. It stops you from taking much of him in your mouth, but it does provide you an opportunity to put on a show, opening your mouth to lick at the head of his cock and letting him see how he disappears between your lips.

You don't expect him to come on your face, but when the first rope of come hits your lips you find you don't mind. It's warm and comes in short spurts. Over your cheeks, your nose, you open your mouth to catch some of it, Gaz's hand wrapped around your own to jerk himself to finish. It's not any worse than swallowing for Soap. At least Gaz helps you clean up, wiping your face down with a towel and an apology.

"Did a great job doll," He lets you know, kissing your cheek before sending you on your way.

You bump into Ghost on your way to the rifle range for shooting practice. He lets you know he "heard" that you're looking for help with oral. You assume Soap told him. You'd be mad, but honestly another opportunity to practice your skills, maybe learn some new tricks means you don't really care when he grabs your wrist and leads you to the munitions shed.

Simon Riley's blowjob tips:

Communication is key. You make a passing remark about your knees still hurting from Johnny and Ghost is quick to strip his jacket off, balling it up for you to rest your knees on. He's already hard when he springs free of his fatigues. He's big, scary big, and he must see the anxiety in your eyes.

"Don't 'ave ta take it oll. Soft mouth is be'er than no mouth." He tells you, already gripping the back of your head as you hover over his cock. You nod, lapping at the ruddy head, swirling your tongue around it to wet the thick thing before easing it into your mouth.

"Watch the teeth." It's harder when he's so thick, but you open your jaw a little wider to accommodate him. It makes your jaw ache after a few shallow bobs so you pull back to lick and suck at his length, following the stroke of your fingers as you do. The more wet and messy you can get him the easier it will be to fit him in your mouth. Even if you can't get past your gag reflex you know you can at least make things feel good for him.

"Don't f'get the balls." Ghost reminds you, "jus' yer 'and's fine." You cup his balls with your other hand, rolling them around your palm and squeezing gently with your fingers. It's hard to split your attention, stroke with one hand and squeeze with the other, bobbing your head and rolling your tongue against his cock. There's a lot to remember, so you take it in shifts, listening to the soft encouragement from Ghost, taking stock of the way he guides your head.

He holds your head down when he comes and you struggle to keep all of it in your mouth as the bitter come coats your tongue. His cock twitches and spurts warm ropes into your mouth, at least you don't gag this time. He tastes better than Johnny, more watery and less bitter. As much as you try you can't force yourself to swallow it. You glance around for something to spit it into. Ghost crouches in front of you and opens his mouth, dragging you closer to lick his spend from your mouth.

He tugs his mask down when he's done wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He pats your ass when he sends you on your way, tells you he's open to practicing any time. You make your way back towards the base proper, and Price's secretary lets you know he's looking for you.

You shut the door to Price's office tightly when you see him glance at you over his papers. You lock the door when he waves you closer. His legs are spread wide when you step around the desk, his hand on his hard cock and his fingers at your hip.

"How's studying going?" He asks.

"Pretty well." You shrug.

"On your knees soldier."

John Price's blowjob tips:

Enthusiasm is everything. You're not sure if it's just the excitement of having your captain give in to you, or if his dick just looks that good but when you scoot forwards on your knees you're eager to get your mouth on him. You'd taken your jacket off and balled it up for your knees, diving in like Gaz advised. You're treated to a pleased hum from John, his hand cupping your cheek to feel where his cock bulges the skin as you angle your mouth on him. You pull off with a pop to lick at his length, watching his face for pleasure. Your hand follows your tongue, moving to coat his cock in your drool when you spit on his head.

Breathe. You let out a breath as you slide down his cock, you're starting to get him down deeper. You try to swallow, and have to pull back on a gag. You make a face and try again, it's harder with this angle, but Ghost told you it was fine to take half. You don't have to take the whole thing, but the more you breathe and get used to the feeling the easier it is to take more of his cock. You're actually kind of having fun with this. Pulling back to lick and kiss at his cock, rubbing your thumb against the head until he's pushing at the back of your head.

Suck. You hollow your cheek and suck hard on his cock as you pull back. It makes John groan, his head tipping back to expose the long column of his neck. The harder you suck the deeper he groans, and it's no trouble to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock while you're sucking. You bob your head and slurp at him a few times, letting drool drip out of your lips before sucking hard and stroking your hand to meet your lips.

Everyone likes a compliment. You pull off with a pop, settling your cheek against the captain's thick thigh as you stroke his fat cock. He takes a breath and looks down at you. "You look good like this, Sir." You tell him. His cheeks grow pink, and he tips his head back again. "Just suck, soldier." He grits. You shrug and return to bobbing your head.

Know where they're coming. Price pulls you back when his cock starts to twitch against your tongue. You keep your mouth open, letting his dick rest on your tongue even when he's warning you he's close. "Where do you want it?" He asks. You blink. You don't really want it in your mouth again, and you can't leave the captain's office with come on your face. "Tissue then," He decides for you. Letting you go back to sucking.

You're pulled off again when his cock pulses. John's hand wrapping around yours to stroke his fat length as he grabs tissues with his other hand. He holds the wad of paper against the head as he lets out a breath. You can feel the pulse of him coming, see the dampening tissues. It's mesmerizing to watch. He tosses the wad of come stained tissues in the trash when he's done and tucks himself back in his trousers.