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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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Saunders rarely took his pants down when he didn't have solid walls around him. A girl in the states had sent him the dirtiest letter he'd read in a long time, though, and it'd made him painfully hard. Once the rest of the squad was asleep, and he knew Little John and Billy were on guard, Saunders had gone off with an excuse about checking the perimeter.
He'd re-read the letter by moonlight, instantly growing hard, then started jacking off. He hadn't touched himself in ages, and the incredible pleasure sweeping up into his belly and down his legs, made his knees weak. He wished he had the time and security to go slow, but this was war time, and his pleasure was rarely something that got a lot of attention.
He was hard, engorged and throbbing when he heard something in the woods behind him. Instantly he slapped his dick back into his shorts, and turned with his Tommygun. A soldier he knew from third squad came out of the brush with his hands in the air.
"Don't shoot me, Sarge. My mother would kill ya." The young man said, his eyes bouncing down and back up a couple of times until Saunders realized that he'd left his fly open. "Having a good night?"
Saunders squinted his eyes at the kid, then snorted. "Was. What do you want?"
"Well I came to tell you that the NCO meeting for tomorrow was moved up to 0700." The kid said, then gestured at Saunders' lower region. "But now I'm...curious."
Something shot up Saunders spine and he shifted his hips a little. "That kind'a curiosity is frowned on in this man's army." He said, the gun now pointing closer to the ground.
The kid studied him for a long moment, then stepped forward, pulling a cigarette pack and lighter out of his pockets. "I guess it's just been so long since I've...had some excitement. But if you'd rather I leave?" The kid said, getting progressively closer and closer until Saunders could smell a hint of cologne under the sweat and gun powder.
Saunders was no prude. He also had never been with a guy, but there was something about the way the kid moved his hips when he walked. Like a woman, a woman turned on. The kid offered him a cigarette and he took it quietly, lighting it and drawing in a smoke. He watched as the kid slowly extended a hand, finally cupping his balls in his palm.
Saunders jumped a little, but sighed when he felt the kid close his grip.
"Oh...big boy, huh? Our sergeant said you had to have a big pair to get away with some of the stunts you've pulled." The kid said, sounding almost distracted. "May I?" He asked, as if he was asking to see a photo of Saunders' dog.
Saunders smoked, but didn't say anything. The kid took that as permission. He pulled Saunders' manhood out of his pants, and the sergeant closed his eyes, stifling the temptation to moan when the kid began to stroke him. The kid seemed to know without asking what would feel the best, and Saunders was rock hard before long.
"You wouldn't be interested in putting that...where it could do some good...would you?" THe kid asked.
Saunders opened his eyes. The kid had his hands on his hips and was looking at Saunders with the biggest brown eyes he'd ever seen. He was hard, the kid was willing, there was no one else around. What happened at war, stayed at war, Saunders thought. He moved his finger in a circle and the kid turned around, unbuckling his pants hurriedly. The kid lowered his pants and boxers to his knees, spitting on his fingers and sliding the saliva between his cheeks.
'A regular Nancy-boy' Saunders thought, guiding the kid's hands to the bark of one of the trees, pulling his hips back away from the trunk, then lining his head up with the kid's crack. Saunders spat on his own dick, fed his head in between the kid's cheeks and found the warm, narrow opening of his ass.
He pressed into the funnel the tiniest bit, and the kid gasped softly and moaned. Saunders pulled away, put more saliva on his head, then moved back into that space and slowly eased in and upward. The kids ass was incredibly tight. Saunders had to pull out and lube up with ever centimeter, and finally had to pull the kid's cheeks apart to get inside.
He watched as his head disappeared into the narrow cleft, then felt the sphincter close around his shaft.
"Is that...is that all of it?" The kid gasped, and from the bobbing of his right shoulder, Saunders could tell the kid was jerking himself to life.
"Just the tip." Saunders grunted, spitting on his fingertips and spreading the lubrication over his length. He started to slide in and out, suddenly remembering about all those sex and hygiene films. "You don't got VD do ya?" He grunted, getting the first inch, then the first two inches, into the tight hole.
The kid moaned, gasped and shook his head, leaning his chest against the tree trunk. Like a woman's sex, the kid's ass began to respond to the intrusion, producing a lubrication of it's own. The muscles began to ease and Saunders was able to press more and more of himself inside. Surprisingly, there was very little muck on his cock. The kid's hips started to roll with each thrust as Saunders got closer to hilting inside him.
Saunders pulled all the way out, the pushed back in slowly until his loins were nestled into the cleft of the kid's ass. He latched onto the private's hips and walked backwards, pressed full into him, until the kid's back was parallel to the ground.
Grabbing the back of the kid's uniform jacket, Saunders pulled out most of the way, then slammed in until his hips made a slapping sound on the kid's ass. The private yelped, gripping the tree trunk with both hands to protect his face from the rough bark. Saunders did it again and again, relishing in the brief tightness at the end of each thrust as the kid responded to the pain, pleasure, or both.
Holding tight to the kid's uniform, Saunders set up a punishing rhythm that sent the sound of flesh slapping on flesh into the silent forest. The kid started to pant, then cry out, trying to get a handle on what was happening. Saunders changed his angle, felt himself hit something hard and round inside the kid, and the cries choked off as the kid stiffened over and over, then finally came against the tree.
Saunders captured the kid's hips and pounded all the harder into the tightest hole he'd ever been in. He was gasping for air, his lungs were burning and he was desperate for a cigarette when he finally heaved forward, buried himself in the kid and came. He went back to the hard, sudden thrusts, punching into the kid's ass until he was spent.
When he pulled away there was a little bit of blood on his dick. He wiped it off with a square of toilet paper.
The kid stayed leaned up against the tree for a long time, panting. Saunders started to ask if the kid wanted him to help him clean up, but the kid said, "Go. Just go."
Saunders tucked himself back in, then moved around the tree. He lit a cigarette then pushed it between the kid's lips. After a moment the kid closed his lips and took in a puff of smoke.
Finally the kid looked at him. "Maybe next time..you won't be so curious." Saunders said.
The kid gave him the ghost of a smile, then eased at the knees and slowly pulled his boxers and pants up. "If you think of a good reason for why I can't sit down tomorrow, Sarge, you let me know." The kid said.
"Krauts gave you a spanking." Saunders said. He winked, then waited for the kid to start moving before they returned to the platoon together.
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