A Broken Soldier

2. Never Ending

I took an oath when I served. To protect my fellow comrades.... my country......My Leanna....

Six months later....

Justin was kissed awake by the rays of the sun peaking through his curtains. He began to lift himself up. Eyes still sleepy, lips swollen, heart hurting. He looked at the empty spot next to him. A certain someone crossing his jumbled mind, but quickly going just as it came.

He then looked around his room. A flat screen in front of him, perfectly mounted into the white walls. A dresser to his left adorned with colognes, jewelry and other trinkets of his. A mini dresser to his immediate right, where his lamp, phone, a lighter and an ashtray filled to the brim with cigarettes sat.

Empty. Just as he was.

He threw the covers off of himself as he swung his legs to the side of the bed,  stretching as he did so.

He trudged into his bathroom, rubbing his morning wood. He did his business, washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror.

Dark circles lay under his light brown eyes, which lacked their usual brightness, his blonde hair stuck out every which way, making him look off putting.

He leaned onto the counter, looking closer into his own orbs, searching for any kind of emotion.

There was none.

He licked his chapped lips and turned away from the mirror to turn his shower on.

Stripping and closing the shower door, he let the hot water engulf him as he stood there for a good 2 minutes.

Justin ran his fingers through his wet strands as he leaned against the shower wall. He looked down at his member.

It stood tall. Veins visible due to it's throbbing sensation.

He grabbed it gently, stroking it with his hand. He felt it twitch as he began to pleasure himself.

He leaned his head back until it hit the wall as he pumped his cock. His breath becoming shallow.

He gripped himself tighter, quickening his pace.

"Uhh..." He gasped, biting down on his lip until it bled.

He released himself onto the shower floor, it trickled onto his now tired hand.

He steadied his breathing as he brought his cum stained hands up to his lips, tasting himself.

He finished his shower, hopping out with a bit of satisfaction lingering in his loins.

That made him feel something. Thats why he did it so frequently. He longed to feel anything at this point.

Plus he hadn't had sex in awhile.

Wrapping a towel on his waist, he walked out of his bathroom and out of his bedroom to head downstairs to the kitchen.

Not bothering to put any clothes on, dripping water onto the hardwood floors.

He settled on making himself, eggs, sasusage and pancakes.

Setting the ingredients out on the counter, he heard his doorbell ring.

He sighs, walking promptly up to the door, knowing exactly who it was.

He opened it, revealing a grinning Za.

This fucking idiot.

His grin disappeared as he look Justing up and down.

"Bruh.....put some fucking clothes on." he grumbled as he shielded his eyes.

Za and Justin were very close, they were assigned missions since they were apart of black ops when serving. They had each others back. Luckily they made it home. Couldn't say the same for some others.