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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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They shared a blanket. The shortest, and the tallest, of the men in the squad had become best buddies. They ate together, fought together, slept side by side. It was no surprise to Billy that something else developed between them. A love for one another. He hadn't expected it to go from a brotherly kind of love to a physical kind of love. He hadn't thought of Little John as something physically attractive. Something sexual.
But then they'd showered together once and he'd found himself peeking over his shoulder more than a few times to check out Little John's ass, his loins and junk. He'd even wondered what Little John's nipples looked like, and he'd taken his time, researching. A couple of times after that shower he'd thought back to the images in his head and felt his dick come to life. He told himself it was admiration. Admiration for a fine specimen of manhood.
Then one night, after Little John had had too much to drink, the big man had snuggled up close to him, called him 'sweetheart' and rammed his hardon up against Billy's ass. Billy had felt the hard, huge lump, slam into his long-john covered crack and felt a mix of pain and adrenaline. His own cock had started fill, and after a few moments of realizing that Little John was dead asleep, and not likely to roll away, Billy started to touch himself.
He rocked ever so slightly into that hard bulge, his hand down his pants, stroking himself until he came. It had been the best orgasm of his young life. It had been so deliciously wrong, unnatural, and incredible. His ass tingled at the thought of Little John pressing into him, completely filling him. He'd never wanted anything up his ass before, but now he was curious and hungry to try it.
Yet the following morning, after Little John recovered from his hangover, he clearly didn't remember what he'd said and done. Afraid to change their relationship, and even more afraid of the consequences of the army discovering his hidden desires, Billy kept it to himself.
More than a few times, when he was alone, he got stellar orgasms out of the memory of it. Sometimes he would press his finger into his ass a little, pretending it was Little John. He did it so many times that he could soon push his finger all the way to the knuckle without it hurting. He learned that if he used the restroom right before he wouldn't get shit on his hand. Sometimes he waited until he'd had very little food to penetrate himself and that was even better.
One night, Billy and Little John were bivoacked a few yards away from the others. Little John was fast asleep, moaning to the affects of a wet dream. Billy made sure no one was around, and that his blanket was covering him, put his hands down his pants, and started to masturbate.
He was nearly there when Little John asked, "Billy, what are you doing?"
Billy gasped, yanked his hands out of his pants and tried to pretend he was asleep.
Little John snorted, then lightly punched Billy's shoulder and asked, "Dreaming about Evelyn?"
Given the convenient out, Billy said, "Hmmm, what? Oh...yeah. It was a great dream."
"Evelyn normally take it up the ass?" Little John asked.
Billy turned a shocked look on the bigger man. "I can't believe you said that! Evelyn is a good girl."
Little John smiled at him, knowingly, turned onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. Billy could see his hardon still, making a mound under the blanket. He turned onto his own back, surreptitiously wiping his finger in the dirt underneath him.
Little John looked over, saw the tent under the blanket and said, "Don't let me stop ya."
Billy was still painfully hard, and was desperate to finish what he'd started. He looked to Little John's own issue and said, "What about you?"
"I'm not a voyeur, Billy."
"A what?"
"A voyeur, someone who likes to do it while somebody else watches."
"Well, I'm not either." Billy protested.
"You just...like ass." Little John said.
"That's crude." Billy said.
Little John grunted, and Billy thought he saw a wince on the big man's face.
"Don't let me stop ya." Billy said, mimicking the big man's deep tone.
"Wanna do it together?" Little John asked, a note of mischieviousness in his tone.
"W-watching each other?"
"Why not?" Little John said, with a shrug. "Nobody else is gonna see."
Little John moved the blanket, pulling it down to this thighs and bringing his legs up. He glanced around, then pulled himself out into the open air and looked expectantly at Billy. After Billy copied his position, he pulled himself out as well, then lay back and closed his eyes.
He'd begun to wilt a little. He stroked himself, moving his hips around, and imagining that his finger was pressing into his ass. Little John laughed softly, then grunted, and Billy opened his eyes and watched the big man's hand moving over his length.
Billy watched Little John's...Little John...grow and widen a little, then watched the big man's face as sweat broke out. His eyes closed and his brow furrowed as his breathing increased. When Little John's hips began to buck a little, Billy felt himself nearly blow. He held off, determined to wait and cum when Little John did. His only warning was that the big guy grabbed the blanket to keep from cumming on his uniform.
Billy came with him, his ass tightening around the protrusion he imagined, before he slowly came down from the euphoria.
Little John fell asleep. His breathing went to snoring and Billy watched him, turning on his side, letting his shrinking cock hang outside his uniform pants under the blanket. He came twice more, into the dirt, thinking back to the mutual masturbation.
A week later he and Little John were alone in a rain-filled foxhole. They'd been there for almost 24 hours, guarding a bridge. They'd covered every subject they could, played games of checkers in the mud and rehearsed every Abbot and Costello routine they knew. The boredom and the misery continued on. Billy got up to take a shit, and felt a stirring in his loins with his dick hanging out in the open.
He was semi-hard when he returned to Little John, and it was obvious with his pants soaked through.
"Thinking about Evelyn again?" Little John commented.
"Haven't thought about Evelyn for three days." Billy groused, trying to ignore the memories popping into his head.
"Who are you thinkin' about, then?" Little John pressed, starved for anything entertaining.
Billy tried to turn a tall and thin flat belly, muscular shoulders and long hard cock into something with breasts, plump lips and long hair. He started describing a woman, but in his head he was watching Little John shower naked in the rain.
Little John had started chuckle and moan a little beside him. Billy glanced down, saw what he had achieved with his description, and protested, "Get your own girl."
Little John laughed, before both grew quiet, listening to the rain. A few minutes later Caje and Kirby came up from behind, signaled with clickers, and the two teams swapped places. With the promise of warm fire, hot coffee, and the chance to dry out and eat something, Billy and Little John started back to the barn they'd been calling home.
As they moved further and further away from danger, Little John snorted then said, "You know that woman, sounded a lot like my sister."
Billy made a noise of disgust, for Little John's benefit.
"Maybe I was describing you." Billy said, putting as much levity into the statement as he could.
"I'd make an ugly woman." Little John said, and Billy heartily agreed. "You on the other hand."
Billy protested, but they were both laughing. Little John stopped Billy then said, "Do this."
Little John put his gun by his side, then jutted his hips out, arched his back and pressed his hand to his lower back.
Billy recognized the exaggerated pose of one of the pinup pictures that had been passed around. He tried the pose, then felt Little John moving his hand around, then grasping his hips to get them in the right position. When he felt Little John squeeze his ass, he jolted, and his dick instantly sprang to life.
Uncomfortable, and terrified that Little John would realize what he had done. Billy dropped the pose and said, "Come on, let's get back."
"Well, what's the matter." Little John asked.
"Nothin'" Billy said.
"You liked it, didn't ya?"
Billy kept walking, waving Little John off.
"Billy." Little John called, while still trying to keep his voice low. Billy ignored him, covering the rest of the distance to the barn. When he got to the smooth wooden pathway that lead up to the main door the mud collected on his boots, and the already slick surface of the hobnails, worked against him.
Billy's foot flew out from underneath him and he landed flat on his back. His helmet protected his head, somewhat, but the rest of him hit hard enough to knock the breath out of him.
Little John came charging out of the darkness and rain, even as Doc and Saunders came from the barn. They helped him upright and into the dry warmth of the structure where Doc went into motion, asking questions and testing Billy's pupils.
When Billy had assured them that he was bruised but fine, and had been given a few dry and warm blankets to change into so that his clothes could be hung up to dry by the fire, Doc and Saunders announced they were heading back to the CP. Billy and Little John were to keep the, literal, homefire burning until they returned in the morning.
Little John was also ordered out of his clothes and into some blankets, and then the two men that did the most to look after the squad headed out into the storm.
While they ate, they were quiet. It was Little John that broke the silence. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." He said.
"By what?" Billy asked, petulantly.
"Saying you'd...make a good girl. Saying that you..like it..when I touched you."
Billy's face flamed and he felt Little John's scrutiny.
"I didn't mean to embarass you, Billy. I care about you. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's ok." Billy said, but his shoulders had relaxed.
"You know you got...mud and stuff all through your hair." Little John pointed out a few minutes later.
Billy reached up, pulled something slimey away from his head, then made a face at it.
"It's still rainin' pretty hard. You could use some of the soap Doc left and shower out in that open stall."
Billy finished eating, then gathered the soap and walked to the open stalls that jutted out away from the protective roof of the barn. He left the blankets behind. About when he'd soaped his entire body, and stood waiting for the rain to wash it all away, he heard running bare feet behind him, then was blasted with a bucket of cold water.
A slapping, wrestling match ensued following the cold dousing that ended with the both of them covered in mud. Together they washed off, then returned to the barn where Little John pointed out that Billy was again "thinking about his sister".
Billy wound up the wet blanket he'd dried off with and slapped Little John's ass with it, starting a new game that ended with Billy in Little John's bear-like grip. When the play got a little rougher than Billy liked he grabbed Little John's junk to signal the need for a break.
To his astonishment, Little John's giant hand descended and wrapped around Billy's half-erect manhood. Billy responded by giving Little John's length a jerk. Little John countered. Suddenly they were in a contest to see who could bring who to orgasm first. When Billy realized he was going to lose he reached to Little John's chest and tweaked one of his nipples. Little John responded in kind, grinning at this new aspect to the game.
Then Little John reached behind Billy and grabbed his ass. Billy jolted, came, then rode waves of euphoria when Little John kept hold of him, following through until Billy's legs were shaking and he had to hold on to the bigger man for support.
Little John's hand was covered in Billy's spunk. He was still rock hard. He looked at the white sperm on his hand, then turned Billy around and bent him over at the waist. Little John spread the natural lubrication from his hand up and down Billy's crack, then started to run the head of his cock between Billy's cheeks.
Billy moaned, rocking forward, elated and breathless at the aggression, the feeling of a width so much greater than his one finger between his cheeks and the anticipation of the idea that Little John was preparing to enter him. The exploration lasted a few seconds before Little John grunted, then pushed Billy toward a stack of hay in the corner. Little John threw a horse blanket over the pile, pushed Billy to his hands and knees on the stack, once more felt around for the spasming sphincter between his tight globes.
Little John pressed into him and it hurt like blazes. He wasn't used to the size or the angle and Billy's legs stiffened, his hips rising, pulling away from the penetration. Billy felt Little John pull away, then a large hand gliding down the length of his spine and pressing his hips back down to where they had been. He felt something much smaller press between his cheeks, then into his ass. Bigger than his own finger, but smaller than Little John's manhood. The penetration moved around inside him, relatively painless, and after a few moments Billy had his hand on himself, stroking slowly.
The digit slid out, then was replaced once more by the thick hardness of Little John.
"Slow...slow." Billy begged, and felt Little John pressing into him at a snail's pace. Billy panted hard, pleasuring himself to mitigate the pain and desperately trying to loosen the muscles preventing Little John's entry. He reached back, pulled at one of his butt cheeks, then felt Little John take over, spreading him open and stretching his sphincter. When Little John's head finally slid inside, Billy stifled a cry and collapsed forward onto his hands, his hips and ass motionless in the air.
Little John was breathing hard behind him, and after a moment Billy could feel the big man's hand brushing against his ass. With it came warm wetness, then pressure and the incredible feeling of Little John's dick sliding deeper inside. Billy moaned, his hand pressing to his loins. He'd never gone that deep. He'd never been opened so wide. Nothing compared to knowing that the flesh sliding against his ass was delving deep into him. He couldn't move his hips for the fullness, and the fear that the curious feeling would turn to pain at any moment.
"Is..is it ok, Billy?" Little John asked, running his palm up the length of Billy's spine.
"Yeah...yeah." Billy said. "Just...go slow."
"Can I pull out a little?" Little John asked.
Billy nodded, then groaned as the flesh slid away, then reached a point where Billy's ass would have to go wider to let Little John escape. Little John stopped there, then pressed back in. Billy rocked forward, then tried to press back, and knew that Little John was now even deeper inside him. Something in his ass came to life, making his cock weep with precum.
Little John pulled out again, all the way to his cockhead, then pressed slowly in until Billy felt heat and flesh against him, and realized that Little John's hips were spreading his ass cheeks open.
"Is it...is it all inside."
"Yeah...I'm inside ya, Billy." Little John moaned, his hands teasing down Billy's sides and resting on his hips. "I'm gonna move a little, ok?"
Billy nodded, his head hanging. Little John moved and Billy could feel it almost at his belly button. A long, glorious mass beginning to pump in and out of him. It hurt, and felt incredible at the same time. He moaned when Little John pulled away and gasped when he pressed back in. Sometimes the mass would press into a magical place in his ass and his cock would jump and weep. As Little John became more agressive with his thrusts, Billy rocked, hardly able to keep himself upright.
Before he could predict it, Billy came. His ass clenched, his back arched and he spurted over the horse blanket, reaching back to clamp a hand around Little John's grip on his hips.
"Can I finish inside you, Billy?" Little John asked him.
Billy struggled to catch his breath, then nodded. Little John started to pump again. Little John slid his hands under Billy's chest, sliding his fingers over Billy's nipples, then bringing the smaller man up until Billy's back was pressed against the bigger man's chest. Little John put one foot up on the hay, thrusting evenly up into Billy's ass while his nose pressed into the sweaty cleft where Billy's shoulder met his neck. He came in several spurts, grunting and moaning, pressing deep into Billy until he was empty and softening.
They stayed that way, frozen, until Little John slid out of Billy.
"Was that ok?" Little John asked.
Billy eased, sore from his fall and from the sex, back to the floor of the barn, then turned, his arms wrapped around his torso. He kept his head down. He wanted to be held, reassured, comforted, but he didn't know how to ask.
Little John wanted to see Billy's face, but he knew his friend well enough to know Billy was shrinking into himself. Little John pulled Billy into his chest, making the smaller man's head and shoulders disappear in the mass of his arms. Billy pressed into him, and they stood for a long time that way.
They wrapped themselves in blankets, and Billy left to clean up. When he returned, and started to dress, Little John left for the same purpose.
Billy was in his trousers and undershirt, making coffee when Little John returned.
"I should...check the perimeter." Little John said.
Billy nodded, giving Little John a familiar, if weak smile.
Little John gave him a soft smirk, then tousled Billy's hair.
A true grin popped on the smaller man's face. Little John grinned back, then went out to check the area.
When he returned the coffee was ready. They found some cards and played a few games, then drank too much coffee and tried to take turns sleeping. While Billy was "on guard", Little John came up behind him, after failing to fall asleep and said, "I want...I want to do it again."
Billy turned a surprised look on Little John then winced and said, "I'm kinda sore."
"What if...what if I tried it this time." Little John said.
Billy blinked, surprised. "Have you ever tried it? At all?"
Little John shook his head.
"It'll hurt ya." Billy said.
"But you liked it. I mean, after a while it felt good, right?"
Billy blushed but nodded his head.
"Maybe I'll like it too." Little John said.
"If you wanna try it." Billy said.
TBC
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