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Fleshlight

Training day was hell for DJ. Well, describing it as "hell" was a bit much, but considering the circumstances of that day, it was a valid word to use.

Being placed abnormally close to Commander proved to be the main issue for DJ.

You see, Commander had great assets to say the least. His fairly tight fitting dress pants only emphasized it, making it even harder for DJ to avert his gaze.

Usually, DJ wasn't this close up. He was always further in the crowd, allowing him to admire from afar.

He didn't want to be the weirdo that would stare at his leader's ass the whole time, so he desperately tried to hide his obvious stare each time Commander bent down. But, as the training session dragged on and on, he realized how difficult it would be to not look. Commander was teaching them anyway, so it would be necessary to stare.

Unfortunately, as much as DJ tried to be respectful towards Commander, he still found his mind drifting to awfully lewd things.

As he stared at his leader talking, he could faintly picture those pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock, big blue eyes gazing up into his own. He thought of shoving Commander's head down, making the man take down his entire length as his mouth filled with DJ's seed.

When he felt his cock twitch ever so slightly, DJ quickly shook his head. He could think about this later. If he popped a boner right in front of Commander, he knew he'd never hear the end of it.

Lucky for DJ, training was finally ending. Much to everyone's relief. Commander gave his final speech about how they should all practice outside of training because it'll help the team grow stronger (which everyone tuned him out at that point) and promptly dismissed everyone.

"You all are dismissed. I'll be in my office if you need me," Commander said, waving his team off. DJ was the first to leave, which was a little out of character for him. Normally, he'd stick around just to bother Commander a bit. Commander cocked a brow at his odd behavior but shrugged it off, quickly turning away to yell at Pyro for setting a bush on fire. "WE DO NOT SET FIRES—"

Commander's yelling grew muffled as DJ successfully made it inside.

He strode down the halls, narrowly avoiding any contact with his teammates. He had a "goal" to accomplish and he wasn't in the mood for conversation.

A sigh of relief slipped from DJ's mouth upon opening his bedroom door. He shut his door behind him, double checking the lock, and sat on his bed, legs dangling off the side.

Finally, DJ had a moment to himself. He looked through his drawers, searching for his item of interest. A small 'aha' left his lips when he found it.

DJ pulled out a clear, squishy fleshlight. It was originally given to him as a joke from one of his friends, but it eventually proved to be quite useful.

Then, he took out another item: a small bottle of lube.

He laid himself down on his bed, head up against the headboard. He looked down at the tent in his pants and grit his teeth slightly. He was really pent up.

DJ felt his face heat up when he unzipped his black jeans. His cock popped out, already half hard and twitching. He couldn't believe he was this worked up over just staring at his commander's ass.

He immediately went to work. DJ squirted a thick handful of lube onto his palm and lathered his throbbing cock with confident strokes. He let out grunts of pleasure as he stroked himself to complete hardness.

"Hhff.. I should do this more often," DJ said to himself, closing his eyes and basking in the pleasurable sensations. His free hand found itself gripping the bed sheets beneath him. He hadn't masturbated in weeks, so he was a bit overwhelmed with his sensitivity.