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The Darker Side of Combat!	By : Krystal_Frame Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 2821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was cold. Too damned cold to think about anything but how to get warm. Billy and Little John had on their wools, with their rain gear on top. They would have had blankets over that if they hadn't been ordered to leave it behind in the bivoac. They were stuck in a foxhole on night duty, watching for Krauts while arms, troops and tanks were moving up for an advance that would start a few hours before dawn.
"I c-can't feel my toes anymore." Little John whispered, rubbing at the tip of his boots. He probably had three pairs of socks on, but it was so cold it didn't seem to matter.
"Just a couple m-more hours." Billy said, mumbling through the cloth of his scarf. They were quiet for a moment, listening.
"Any more coffee left?" Little John asked, talking about the hot liquid they had poured into their canteens before leaving their billet.
Billy shook his head.
Little John groaned softly. "Wish we could smoke."
Billy snorted. Little John didn't really smoke. He just kept his packs for trade and would sometimes light up when it was cold to get a little warmth into his body. Billy felt a hand reaching into his jacket pocket, then delving into his pants pocket and he slapped at the attached arm.
Little John snorted softly, then withdrew the hand, but seconds later he was back, fishing around and finding something long and soft under all the wool. Billy stiffened then jerked Little John's hand away.
"The guys are right over there!" Billy whispered harshly.
"You don't think we can be quiet about it?" Little John asked, a challenging grin on his face.
"Maybe it's no fun when we're quiet." Billy threw back, matching the grin before he turned his attention back to the open field beyond their foxhole. "We're supposed to be on watch."
"What's to watch? There's nothing out there." Little John protested. He cast a glance over his shoulder before reached out a hand and cupped Billy's asscheek. He squeezed, then felt Billy's muscles respond by tightening into a sweet, hard little ball.
Quick as a flash Billy reached between Little John's legs and goosed his junk, just hard enough to make his point. "Cut it out, Little John." He emphasized.
Little John drew his hand away and showed his palm in acquiesence. They were quiet for a long time after, listening to the wind as it eased through the winter-stripped branches of the trees. Little John started squirming before too long and Billy finally shot him a glance.
"My legs fell asleep. I don't fit into this foxhole."
Billy groaned, rolled his eyes, and gave Little John extra room to move around in, before he settled at the far edge of the foxhole. A few seconds later light bootfalls sounded behind them and Billy looked back to see Saunders approaching. The sergeant squatted on the edge of the hole, then asked, "Anything?"
"Nuthin'." Little John piped up quickly. "Not even a jackrabbit would be out in this, Sarge."
"They don't give guns to the jackrabbits, Little John." Saunders said. "You two go in for hot chow, get some sack time. You're back on the line in two hours. You'll relieve Kirby and Caje."
"Ok." They both said, climbing out of the hole and heading through the woods toward the small area that the had claimed as 'home'. It was a bombed out shell of a large house, but the basement was still secure. It had a potbelly stove and they'd secured a tarp over the entrance that kept the light and sound to a minimum.
Once they were out of sight Billy and Little John practically broke into a run. Two hours, alone in the bivoac. Food, heat and each other. It was a wonderful reprieve that niether would pass up. They arrived in time to catch the end of the chow line and they collected tins of food before dissappearing into the area set aside for second squad. Once the tarp was in place they descended into the darkened basement. The minute Little John was on level ground his lips were seeking out Billy's. The food was instantly forgotten and Little John's hands were groping Billy's chest, waist, ass and groin through the layers of clothing. Billy managed to get Little John's ammo belt off, then was tugging at the rain gear when the tarp flew back above their heads.
They parted instantly, grabbing for their food tins and stuffing food into their mouths. Doc was at the top of the stairs and he came down, righting the tarp, then staring at the two men standing and hastily eating in the semi-darkness.
"You guys are that hungry?" He asked, passing them and opening the feeder gate on the potbelly stove to add some wood.
"S'real good." Billy managed through a mouthful of food. "Gotta eat it..." He choked a little on his food and Little John finished for him.
"While it's hot."
Hot. Billy was hot. Bothered and hard under the wools and the rain gear. He could tell that his partner was too but there was squat that either one of them could do about it with Doc there.
They both moved to their blankets watching as Doc did the same, settling down with food and coffee and looking like he had no intentions of going anywhere for a long while.
"Hospital ready to move yet?" Little John asked, shifting uncomfortably on the hard floor.
"Almost." Doc said, "Couple more hours tonight, then we'll be ready to go."
"You gotta go back out?" Billy asked, getting a jab from Little John's fork when he sounded a little too eager.
Doc nodded, mouth full of food that he was now intently shoving into his mouth. "Soon as I get done eatin'." He said.
"That's too bad." Little John said, earning a glare from Billy when he sounded completely insincere about it.
Doc watched the exchange of looks then asked, "What are you two up to?"
He was met with guilty looks before Billy swallowed slowly and said, "Sarge gave us a couple of hours off the line."
"That doesn't explain while you're inhaling your food." Doc said, smirking. "Got somethin' planned?"
Billy shook his head and Little John nodded. Doc laughed at the looks they gave each other then said, "It's alright, guys. I already know about it."
More wide-eyed glances met his.
"About what?" Billy asked, swallowing his coffee so hastily that it burned all the way down his throat.
"The dance, with the nurses." Doc said. "The nurses all left the hospital half-an-hour ago coughing and sneezing up a storm. I know they're goin' to do their hair and get lookin' nice."
Both Billy and Little John just smiled, nodding their heads. Doc shook his and smirked into his coffee, scraping up the last of his food. It had formed a comfortable hot ball in his stomach that would be the only thing keeping him going for the next few hours. He stood up and collected his dishes, then headed for the stairs.
"Just keep an eye on the time. You show up late on the line, and Kirby and Caje will be fit to be tied. Both of them are hopin' to catch a few dances themselves." Doc said, departing up the stairs.
Both Billy and Little John mumbled agreement, watching him go.
They finished their meals in silence, taking off layers of clothing in between bites. Billy was on his hands and knees, his pants and shorts down, his ass the only thing he dared to bare in the pervasive cold by the time Little John reached for the lube. Little John moved in behind Billy, reached around him and down his pants to stroke his manhood a few times, then lined himself up and slowly sank into the sweetest, hottest and tightest hole he'd ever been in.
Both of them were breathless with pleasure as Little John pressed inside, parting the tight muscle then sinking centimeter by aching centimeter until the V of skin between the open leaves of his fly met Billy's bare ass cheeks. Little John leaned down over Billy's back and found skin between his collar and his scarf. He kissed Billy's neck, licked the skin then bit it softly before he began to move in tiny incriments.
Billy gritted his teeth and did everything he could not to make any noise as he felt Little John gliding back, then pushing forward again. The wide, lengthy girth of Little John's manhood easily scored along his prostate most of the way in, forcing all the air out of Billy's lungs.
Then they both heard voices starting a conversation just above the tarp.
Little John pulled out in a hurry, scrambling to right his clothing. Billy quickly slipped his pants up into place and they both froze, listening.
Then Little John got to his feet and dragged Billy with him, guiding him under the stairs. Little John brought their blankets with him, pointing and gesturing until he and Billy had created a blind in the dark corner. The blankets blended into the shadows and they had barely enough room to lay down in if they needed to. Instead, Little John put Billy's hands up on the steps of the open staircase, dragged his pants back down, and pressed back into his lover.
Billy gasped, then stuffed his scarf into his mouth and held on. His knees had immediately gone weak at the glory of being filled, but he breathed hard through his nose and clung to the rough hewn stairs as Little John began to thrust in and out. They could hear the voices above them, still talking. Little John started a rhythm that resulted in the sound of flesh hitting flesh and paused long enough to wedge his own scarf between his loins and Billy's ass, before he went back to thrusting.
The talkers moved on after a few minutes and Billy spat the scarf out, holding his breath until he couldn't stand it any longer. He moaned, softly whispering Little John's name over and over, finally able to touch himself, bringing all the more pleasure.
Bolder, Little John moved the scarf and pounded a little harder, delighting in the noise. Billy tried to lean back, wanting a kiss, but Little John was too tall and when he bent, his head wrapped against the stairs.
They parted, shuffled around in the tight space, then Little John shoved Billy's pants down and motioned for him to ditch them. The boots were in the way. Billy bent down to unbuckle them, then felt Little John guiding him to stand and seconds later his pants were being worked down off his legs, while his dick was engulfed in a hot, greedy mouth.
Billy felt his stomach fall out and barely stifled the gasp, bending double over Little John's head at the intense blowjob. He stroked his fingers through Little John's hair, down over his cheeks and over his shoulders, stopping him when he got too close to losing it.
By then Billy was bare from the waist down. Little John lifted him up, with Billy's back pressed to the wall. They shared a long, luxuriant kiss with Billy's rock hard length pressed between them, before Little John slowly pressed up and into Billy. Billy clung to Little John, stockinged feet latched behind his back. With his throbbing hardness rubbing on Little John's flat belly, his ass completely filled, he was in heaven. Tongue and lips fully engaged, Billy used his thighs and arms to fuck himself on Little John's length, slow and languid, enjoying every second of friction.
And then...the tarp flew back. Little John's hands flew out, and he pressed Billy's back to the wall, trapping him there. He stayed inside, his hips supporting Billy's ass. They were in total darkness and couldn't possibly be seen as a pair of boots tromped down the stairs, followed by another, smaller pair of boots.
There was a feminine giggle, a throaty gasp, and then Billy watched as a man and a woman descended the last few stairs, completely engaged in the first stage of coitus. The two were dancing around each other, latched at the lips, ripping off clothing.
Little John grunted softly then started moving his hips again, and Billy gasped, then sank his teeth into the shoulder of Little John's uniform, eyes glued to the couple, despite the urge to roll them back into his head.
Little John's mouth found the nape of his neck and he was able to free one of his hands to wrap around Billy's hardness. Billy bit all the harder, as much trying not to scream in ecstacy as warning Little John to take it easy. A chuckle rumbled against his ear and Billy pulled his head back and latched his lips onto Little John's, distracting the man and freeing one hand to tug the hand from his most sensitive area. Little John kept pumping and the man and the woman had removed enough clothing to start squeezing, rubbing and petting. The smell of the woman's sex quickly filled the air, followed by their hushed moans and the smack of their lips.
Little John reached under Billy, spread his cheeks open and pulled out of him slowly, teasing around his entrance before plunging back in. Billy barely stopped the surprised squeak from escaping, eyes glued to the woman, trying to time his breaths with hers.
The man and woman had lowered themselves to the floor. The man was putting on a condom, the woman was stroking herself. Little John whispered that he had to put Billy down and they disconnected slowly, both men panting hard.
Little John sat down on Billy's pants, then guided Billy down against his chest. Billy once more felt Little John slipping inside, then had the pleasure of feeling the press of Little John's head through the skin of his belly. Little John's hand slid under Billy's shirts, found the tiny bump and Little John began to tease his own head through Billy's belly.
Billy was breathless with ecstacy. His cock was already weeping and he finally got to moan when the man entered the woman, and she moaned as well. Billy and Little John timed their the love making so that it matched the heterosexual couple on the floor. When the man started up a rhythm, Little John did his best to match it, delighting in making the same noises as the mating couple. Billy was so far gone he was certain his heart would burst before his cock did.
When he needed a break and a chance to catch his breath he stood, turned, faced Little John and sank once more onto his manhood. Lips locked together, tongues doing a languid dance, the two ground together in their dark corner until Billy trembled then burst, his whole body beginning to quiver and vibrate, his legs shaking uncontrollably. His ass spasmed around Little John over and over and he held on for dear life with his arms, his eyes filled with tears, praying that he could keep silent and they wouldn't be found.
Little John had no idea what was going on, except that Billy was suddenly tighter than he had ever been. He came soon after he felt the splash of Billy's warm cum on his loins. He held tightly to his lover as he shook and trembled, not daring to speak. As they slowly came down from their orgasms, Little John still rocking his hips into Billy, the couple on the floor reached their own fruition. The girl held nothing back, stroking herself violently and pumping her hips up into the male as she came.
Little John realized that Billy was sobbing against him, but when he forced Billy's face away from the crook of his neck, Billy immediately latched onto him, kissing so desperately that Little John couldn't tell if the tears were joy or sadness. He felt Billy's hips squirming, but not making a move to pull away. Little John reached a hand around to stroke Billy's length and he felt his partner moan, already hardening again.
Little John kept going, stroking and shifting his hips while he hardened inside Billy. Meanwhile the man on the floor was building to his own orgasm, rutting almost mindlessly into the exhausted nurse.
Billy's hands found their way under Little John's shirt then up to his nipples, playing and toying with the nubs while Billy rocked his hips, bouncing every few seconds, his breath getting faster and harder as Little John brought him closer and closer to a second orgasm. Little John kissed at the tears on Billy's face, then planted his hands on Billy's hips and started to pound in earnest into his partner. He soon matched the mad rutting of the couple on the floor and Billy's fingers dug hard into his shoulders, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Little John's legs started to cramp about when the male on the floor made his first triumphant cry. Little John growled at the pain and gritted his teeth, continuing the punishing pace until Billy stiffened, leaned back and came, his cock ramrod straight. His ass tightened even harder and Little John was forced to reduce his thrusts to single power strokes. Each stroke produced a spurt of cum from Billy, his hips still limply rocking back and forth. Little John came for a second time, letting out a roar that he could no longer hold back.
Only the fates could have seen fit to trigger the final scream of the couple on the floor at the exact same moment. Little John jerked Billy until he was dry and moaning softly through the heavy pants. Billy was sweat covered and limp, his ass still spasming, head and chest pressed against Little John where he was practically unconscious.
The couple on the floor had calmed and were kissing and petting, and murmuring sweet nothings. Little John finally pulled free of Billy and idly slipped a finger up his ass, toying with the cum leaking out of him, while languidly getting semi-wakeful kisses from the smaller man. The finger prompted a few soft moans, some weak sighs and then Billy squirmed around until he was seated across Little John's thighs.
Billy was asleep when the couple finally redressed and headed back out of the shelter. Little John cleaned him up gently, redressed him in all his respective layers, then let his partner sleep close to the potbelly stove until it was time for them to return to duty.
He woke Billy with kisses and asked him if he was okay. Billy winced, shifted his hips then sat up slowly. He groaned, his hand going between his legs to feel at his ass a little.
"I'm s-sorry Billy." Little John said, instantly regretting the final acts of their love making.
Billy squirmed a little then reached under the blanket and produced a boot.
Little John stared at it, then laughed. It wasn't either of theirs. It DID belong to someone else who had hastily undressed in the basement. Meaning someone was out there wearing one of Little John's boots, and one of his own.
Given the circumstances, neither party ever went looking for the other boot.
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