In the sweltering heat of the Middle Eastern front line, a group of soldiers found themselves in the locker room, stripping off their sweat-drenched uniforms. Among them was Ahmed, a tall and muscular man with a thick beard, and his superior officer, Jamal, a man known for his strict discipline but also his appreciation for beauty.
As Ahmed removed his shirt, he couldn’t help but notice Jamal’s eyes lingering on his chest, taking in every inch of his toned abs and broad shoulders. Ahmed felt a familiar stirring in his loins, a desire he had been harboring for his commanding officer for quite some time.
Jamal, realizing the effect he was having on Ahmed, decided to take a chance. He approached Ahmed, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding. Jamal reached out, gently tracing his fingers along Ahmed’s bicep, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.
