💪 Kiss My Arse!

As soon as Helmut joined the army, he was immediately confronted with the harsh realities of barrack life.

"You there, recruit! Get your ass over here!" A burly soldier barked at him as he just returned from a training session, still covered in sweat after an hour of strenuous drill.

Helmut shot back a wicked grin, his gaze sharp. "Kiss my arse..." he muttered under his breath, trying to walk away casually.

The seasoned soldier narrowed his eyes, getting up from his bunk and towering over the 18-year old rookie. "Spit that out again?"

"I- I... I said..," Helmut stammered, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. "...I c-c-can kiss my arse! Wanna see?" He winked awkwardly, hoping the joke would be well received.

Laughter filled the room like wild wildfire fueled by dry gas. "Well played, kid!" One of them yelled, slapping himself on the knee.

"No, really!" Helmut suddenly persisted. "Watch this," pulling off his sleeveless t-shirt, he threw it casually on a nearby bunk bed. His torso glistened with fresh sheen, all tensed taut ready for what he was about to do.

Suddenly he arched his back so much that his buttcheeks pointed skyward, almost touching his shoulder blades. The room erupted into awestruck gasps and muffled snickers of disbelief. Now, all eyes were firmly locked onto him like sniper scopes, no way to escape their stares.

Helmut twisted his upper chest in one swift movement, his left arm quickly wrapping around his right thigh as if wanting to give his own backside a firm hug. His face quickly turned bright red with effort as his biceps strained, veins popping out as he tugged himself tighter and harder towards his own glutes.

The tension in his body was palpable, his chest a mosaic of glistening muscles and ribs popping against the taut skin. His face got dangerously close to the target he had set for himself, only mere inches separating his lips from his own buttocks.

Helmut held this position with gritted teeth, his entire body trembling with effort. But he didn't intend to conquer the last few inches in one quick jerk, barely touching his target and then pretending that he had kissed it. No. He wanted to make sure they saw what his body was truly capable of. With all his strength, he pushed slowly and steadily until his torso folded at an impossibly sharp angle, his blushing cheek making full contact with his own ass.

From this impossibly tight fold, kissing his own arse was a trivial feat. But he decided to tease them just a little longer before finally planting a small smooch upon his muscled behind. Then, without the slightest groan, he straightened up slowly, revealing the sheen of sweat covering every inch of his body, and a slightly redder hue marking the line on his skin where his body just was bent double.

The soldiers were breathlessly gaping at him, stunned into silence by the sight of such raw physicality. They surely looked like they had never seen anything like this before.

"There!" Helmut exclaimed triumphantly, breathing heavily but still managing to give them a victorious wink. "I told you!" He let out a loud chuckle, feeling their gazes lingering on his sweaty, contorted form.

"You sick fuck," someone finally mumbled in awe. "I got a hardon now."

"Me too, man! Fucking hell!" another one added, wiping away drool from his lips.

Several more voices chimed in as they all began towering over Helmut, patting him on the bendy back and touching him everywhere as if they still couldn't believe his body is made of real flesh and bone.

"Hey hey, guys! No more than four at a time!" Helmut grinned broadly, arching his glistening body with feline grace as several rough hands began to explore each curve and muscle of his sculpted physique.