Do you like your sex hard and dirty? Author Sara Pierce gives you another Don't Tell story about two military men who like it ROUGH!The remote jungles of Central America are a tough and unrelenting landscape - the perfect place to train elite Navy SEALs. When two commandos decide that they need to blow off steam in an unexpected training lull, theirs will be a struggle for dominance that will blow your mind! Warning: tough men going at it, each trying to dominate the other and giving no quarter to weakness!At 3,400 words, JUNGLE FEVER is a quick and dirty gay short story like only Sara Pierce can give it to you! This story is also available in the DON'T TELL anthology!EXCERPT:Keeping one hand holding the back of Jones's neck close to the mirror and the other locked around the dark arm pressed high up Jones's back, Carson began tracing the lines of the other man's muscles with his tongue. Jones quickly stilled but his body remained taut to take advantage of any opening, and Carson knew he didn't have much time. The black man tasted like sweat and jungle, his body still wet from the shower. Maneuvering himself behind Jones, Carson pushed his straining cock between firm thighs, the leftover moisture allowing him access, until the tip nudged against the back of the other man's balls. Head falling forward against the mirror above the sink, some of the stiffness went out of Jones's body as Carson repeated the action, sliding along inside the narrow gap. Not believing for a moment he had won, Carson kept a tight hold on the other man's arm as he began thrusting his hips, regular strokes at first then harder as time went on. The intensifying sensation of his cock rubbing inside the warm, moist channel between Jones's legs threatened Carson's concentration; his grip on the back of Jones's neck loosened somewhat so the bigger man could look up. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Carson should have seen what was coming next.Jones exploded from his bent position, driving Carson backwards a step; by the time he recovered, Jones already had him captured. Carson was pushed roughly against the wall next to the sink, held in position by a dark hand around his throat. They glared at one another for a couple seconds before Jones pushed the blond man down to his knees; Carson gave token resistance but complied. He had barely reached the floor when he took Jones's cock into his mouth, hands moving up to cup the balls behind. Above him Jones gasp and Carson's lips stretched into a smile as he bobbed his head, using his tongue to rub along the entire length. A grunt from above told Carson he was doing well; it was an unspoken rule that they never allowed themselves to speak or made a sound during their times together. Carson pulled the larger man as deep in his throat as he could, digging his nails into the other man's butt and thighs. He allowed his teeth to run down the shaft very lightly, knowing this drove Jones nuts, before pulling him deep again and letting his throat work around the sensitive head.He thought he'd won this round when the hands on his shoulders went slack, but as he moved to bring down the larger man Jones crouched suddenly and grabbed Carson around the torso. Surprised by the move, he grappled with Jones but the larger man took him easily to the ground, pinning him against the cool tile floor. The two men were evenly matched in combat training so Jones, with his extra forty pounds of muscle, definitely had the upper hand. That didn't stop Carson from trying to free himself but it only served to amuse the man atop him. After a few moments and several failed attempts to roll them over or break Jones's hold, Carson relented, glaring back up at his smug comrade.