Disclaimer: The following story is a pure work of fiction regarding a war between nations. It has no graphical violence, but there is some depiction of war battles. Any resemblance to people and events are purely coincidental. This story is can be distributed with my permission. If you are forbidden by law or moral values to read these stories that involves sex and love between men, then do not read on. Otherwise, enjoy and let me know what you think.
****************** A Love Torn By War ******************
As the gun smoke clears, I see his face lying there so peacefully. A face that I have grown to feel unfamiliar. I used to know every part of his face, and every inch of his body. We met back in high school. We were in the same class and we discovered that both of us like men more than women. More than that, we found that we like each other very much. We went to the same college and our relationship was strengthened. We share the same room and many nights were spent in one bed, him making love to me. I could still feel his cock stretching my asshole open, resting inside my intestines, giving me a warm feeling deep inside. And when he pumps, I could feel his every muscle, his every nerve sending pulses of pleasure through his body as well as mine. We were inseparable. We were one. We pledge to the same fraternity too. I still remember there was on one occasion, I was tied to a cross, blindfolded and gagged, my arms cuffed high behind me. My legs were separated apart and my body couldn't move. The brothers put a weight on my balls. I didn't know then, but later I found out that he was he was the person who gave me the blowjob that night while tied to the cross. He was naked, on his knees, his face hooded and sucked me in front of all the brothers. We even have a picture taken of it. We also share the same Big, as to our request. Although our Big was not as gay as we were, we did mess around. I remember most clearly the time we were on my bed, he laid there enjoying my blowjob while I was on my knees getting fucked by our Big from the rear. Those were good times.
After graduation, we decided to join the army. Albeit discreetly, we also had some fun there. You can only imagine what happens when a bunch of well-physique guys get together, hot and sweaty, and all horny from the long time they have not been with a woman. The barrack could be noisy at sometimes. When I fuck him, I make sure he gets the maximum pleasure. I always make him cum twice before I am done with him. I would be pumping from behind, he would be kneeling on all four on the bed watching other guys being fucked in the same way. We were so in love with each other. We do mess around with others, but we had something special between us. Sometimes, we would just lay by the tent, looking up into the star-studded sky and just feel bless we have each other. Of course, we do have our differences and varied opinions, but we like to keep it that way because it signifies something in our relationship. It tells us that we are two different people, and we are together regardless of that. That is, until the war erupted.
We couldn't remember exactly how it all started. We woke up one day and we were at war. I was on the special operation team. So was he. We were sent to infiltrate the enemy's base to retrieve some very important information. It was a successful mission, at one great cost. He was captured by the enemy during our extract. I could only imagine what they will do to him to make him talk. I was broken. I couldn't perform my duties. Then one day, I received a letter. It was from the enemy. It was from him. I shocked me to read what he has written. He switched side. He actually gave up his own country and switched side! He noted that my enemy was fighting for a cause he stands for, and that my (our) country is not on the same path. I didn't know if they had brainwash him or anything like that, but it did not hurt me. It sparked the anger in me and I began to work hard to bring down the enemy, to bring the war to an end. He kept sending me letters, saying that we could get back together once the war was over. I never replied. Both of us rise up in rank very quickly as the casualties become more and more. At one point, we even forgot what we were fighting for.
Years have passed and now the war is finally at its end. One more mission and the war will end. There is a relic from the past that possesses power of such magnitude that whichever side gains it, will win the war. I was sent to secure the relic. It was in a far away land. INT told us that the enemy is going for it too. We had to hurry. The day I set out on the mission, I was troubled by the letter I had received from him just a couple of days ago. He told me that he was on a last mission for the enemy. He is tired of this war. He wants to meet me again. We did meet, for he was the person sent by the enemy to retrieve the relic. Both of us arrived at the relic at the same time. Gunfights ensues and it seemed like never ending. One by one soldiers fall to the ground, until only the two of us left. He told me a lot of things. He told me how he had missed me. I hid at a corner listening to his words and almost crying. Then he began to move for the relic. There was no way I would let him do that. At that short moment we set eyes on each other, since the time he was captured, I saw something I couldn't understand. I wanted to ask him. I wanted him to tell me, but he pointed his gun at me. Instinctively, I pulled the trigger.
As the gun smoke clears, I see his face lying there so peacefully. I remember the things he said in his last letter. Visions of our time together flashes across my mind. Our naked bodies lying on top of one another, sleeping peacefully. Tears begin to form in my eyes and roll down my dirty cheek. He was willing to die for his belief, but he also wanted the war to end. I understood his last letter finally and I fell to my eyes, grabbing his lifeless body, wailing in the desert where nobody else will hear or see us. If I bring back the relic now, my country will win the war. He is already dead. Life goes on. There is nothing more you can do. Is that really true? I could forget about this entire war and whatever mess this world is in. All I want is just to be with him again. I want to see his face smiling back at me. The same face he showed me just before I pulled the trigger. I want to feel him close to me again. I want him inside me. Feeling his breath on my shoulder as he slowly makes love to me. There is another. To hell with the world that separates us. There is another way. After all, I have one bullet left in my gun.
******* The End *******