Shared By the Soldiers

It’s wrong of me to look at my squadmates the way I do.

I should be the soldier they expect me to be.
But I can’t help it. Their hardened, sweat-slicked bodies make me throb with need.
I want to drop to my knees and service them. I want their big weapons to fire their white-hot loads inside me. I want to be passed around and filled by every last one of them.
But if they knew the truth, I’d be finished. Discharged. So I keep it buried deep. No one can ever know the filthy things I crave.