This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.
Part Ten
Peter
I drove into the barracks and gave the car back to the pool and Terry and I went to our hut and put our gear away and went to the kitchens to see how those that we'd left behind had coped and would be staying when the bulk of us left. Everything seemed to be running smoothly and we soon slotted back into our respective rolls.
Terry spent quite a bit of his free time at the quartermasters office seeing what we'd need shipped out leaving me in charge of the kitchen. There were orders and counter orders constantly being given over those two weeks as our battalion made to get ready for our stint in Iraq. Fortunately, I was out of this mad house loop that had seized the officers and men.
In spite of the mayhem of this preparation, it all came together and all was ready when the time came for us to ship out. There was a false sense of jollity as we mustered on the parade ground before being called to attention where we were given a brief talk from the colonel before being brought to attention and being dismissed to board the waiting trucks.
It was a convoy of nearly sixty trucks to take us and our gear to Brize Norton where we boarded the waiting aircraft, how many, I couldn't tell. The back end of our aircraft was open and a huge ramp was down and we marched our way up and inside and had the thought that this was like male sex, entering from the rear. There must have been at least two hundred of us crammed in there with a mix of kitbags and other detritus.
I think that our plane was refuelled mid flight, though I'm not sure of this, for we didn't land until about fourteen hours later just as dawn was breaking into the warm climate of Iraq. The scuttlebutt was that we were just outside of Baghdad and was rather glad that it wasn't Kabul in Afghanistan, it being so much higher in altitude that it would have been bloody cold there at this time of year.
We didn't really get much sleep during that night flight and all we had to eat since leaving the barracks was field rations. How the soldiers in the field could live off this, beggar's belief and couldn't wait to get to our kitchen to cook some decent food.
There were numbered trucks waiting for us and I made my way to number fourteen which was to take us into the town where our H.Q. would be. Truck fifteen was for members of the field kitchen and would be camping outside with most of the battalion. Truck twelve would be carrying our stores. I must say that the logistical planning went very well indeed, for the first stores off were for us.
`Well we're here sarge,' I said to Terry as I climbed aboard my truck, our first meeting since leaving the truck at Brize Norton.
Yes corporal,' he replied. He always called me corporal when in the presence of others as I called him sarge or sergeant if there was an officer nearby. Got your gear?'
`Yes. Well I think it's mine,' I laughed as I sat down next to him and we looked at the barren sand as we drove away from the airstrip and towards town. About twenty minutes later, we pulled into a courtyard of a two storied building and here we disembarked.
We were met by a major who had already been out there for some time and so knew how many of us were to be housed there. The place had obviously been used by some other battalion or regiment for its headquarters.
We disembarked, all twelve of us. That being Terry and myself with two privates who would be working with us in the kitchen, one doubling up to serve in the mess. A sergeant and corporal and six men who would be doing guard duty. The adjutant's and Medical Officer's orderlies would be along later in another truck with their respective officers. We all trooped up to the second floor and I found that I would be sharing a room with our two helpers, the other corporal and the two orderlies. The six duty privates had one room and the two sergeants, another. All these three rooms were small and our beds, cots really, only just fitted in.
We each dumped our gear in what would be our room and went downstairs to inspect what would be our work place. I nearly cried when I saw the state of the place that went by the name of a kitchen. It was looking like a pig sty. The first order Terry gave to us was to clean up what utensils were there and scrub the preparation table while he collared the off duty guards to get in our stores.
It was only a scratch lunch we cooked and I found out that the room next to the kitchen was the off duty guards rest room as well as doubling up as their mess room. The other rooms downstairs were used as a briefing room, the colonel's office, the dining room for officers and the other being shared by the M.O. and the adjutant.
The downstairs latrine was just a hole in the floor and it stunk and we found that the upstairs one was just as bad. In it was also two small basins, only one mirror, and a cold shower area. The officers had their own bathroom, if it could be called that.
We were able to turn out a decent meal for dinner when the officers arrived and as we'd worked all day with only snatches of sleep on the plane, we were all dog tired and so we soon made up our cots and went to sleep. I didn't even get a chance to give Terry a goodnight kiss, nor any other night, but we found a place for doing other things.
This was a big pantry like a walk in cupboard with lots of shelves inside. We'd been there five days and at least the kitchen was now clean when Terry came over to where I was cleaning some vegetables.
`I'm getting desperate,' he whispered to me out of the side of his mouth as he appeared to be inspecting the veg.
Me too,' I whispered back, but where can we?'
`Follow me into the pantry,' he said and so I did, and when we got inside, he passed me a condom and shut the door and dropped his trousers and leaned forward, bending over so that his hands held the door closed.
Just seeing his bare arse beneath his shirt tails raised me up hard and I quickly pulled my cock out and rolled the condom down over it. Then I got behind him and held his hips as I shoved my cock up into his backside.
Aaaah,' he sighed when I was fully inside him. This is what I've been needing,' he gasped as I began to move in my fucking of him. Such was my need too, I soon came and he gave out a whimper as I pulled out.
`That was just great,' he said as he leaned back against the door and pulled up his trousers but leaving the fly open and his own erection sticking out. He produced another condom as I dropped my trousers and took his place to hold the door closed as I bent over and had him get behind and give me the pleasure of once again of having his hard prick pushed up into my arse.
It was lovely to once again have him up inside and giving me a smooth fuck as he reamed me in our fashion of love making. But like me, he was that much in need of relief that he came too soon for me to really get the full pleasure of once again being fucked up the arse.
We couldn't stay too long in the pantry and so after a quick hug and a kiss, we left with a few things in our hands. That became our place for sex between us while we were there, though alternating the days between us fucking each other to being down on our knees and sucking on the lovely organ of the other.
There was one other place that we found and that was up on the roof. We found a hatch that was in the upper hallway, just past my room. I managed to get hold of a ladder and found that this hatch opened up onto the flat roof of the building. It was a perfect place for nude sunbathing as it wasn't overlooked by any other building that was within sight because of the parapet that ran right round the edge.. So a few days later, I got Terry to come up with me during our afternoon break which was just after lunch had been seen to. We went up and I pulled up the ladder behind so that we were isolated up there.
We went and lay down by the parapet and were able to get our erections out and lay top to toe and have the pleasure of us both sucking each other's cock until we gave out our emissions into the sucking mouth. Later, I got some spare blankets up there and we were able to take all our clothes off and sunbath for those two hours, also having the pleasure of fucking each other while in a prone position. It was great, and we tanned lovely both front and back. Though this arrangement only lasted four months.
We always went into the pantry around ten in the morning and he had already sucked on my cock and I had just had a mouth full of his sperm and I let him see it before I swallowed it as he did up his fly buttons when we were knocked out.
The blast was deafening and nearly burst our ear drums, but didn't feel the falling wood and masonry that covered us as the pantry wall blew in. How long we were unconscious, I don't know, but I came round and didn't really know where I was for a couple of minutes. I couldn't move from the timber and rubble that was on top of me and my whole body ached and I had quite a bit of pain in my left arm. I found that I couldn't speak for the dust and dirt that was in my mouth and it took quite a bit of spitting and clearing of my throat before I could call out.
Terry! Terry,' I cried. Are you alright?' I couldn't see properly for dust was still swirling around but I felt my leg being nudged.
`Is that you Peter?' I heard him mumble. Thank Christ, I said to myself.
`Yes, yes. Are you alright? I can't move,' I said, almost sobbing knowing that he was still alive.
`I think I've got a broken ankle, it hurts like hell and I can't feel my foot. But I can't move either for what's on my back. What happened?'
`I don't know. A bomb, mortar or grenade, I don't know. God, I wish I had something to drink. My left arm feels as though it's broken, but I can't move to find out, but it really fucking hurts.'
Because of the blast, it's apparent that we were shouting at each other to hear what we were saying and now we could hear another voice calling out.
`Are you alright in there?' came a voice.
`No we're fucking not,' Terry shouted out.
`Just hang on in there and we'll soon have you out,' the voice said again, and we could now hear orders being shouted and the sound of rubble being moved.
Here's another one,' another voice cried and we could hear more of the debris being moved as they tried to recover somebody else. Dead I'm afraid sergeant.'
`Well there's another two still further in so keep shifting this shit,' the first voice said which must have been that of the sergeant of the guard. Some fucking guard I thought as I lay there, my arm wracked in pain and, well all over fucking hurt.
`Here he is,' came the second voice. 'He's alive.' and I guessed that they'd found Terry. Which proved to be the case when he told them that his corporal was still in there. So after another ten minutes, I felt some of the weight being lifted off my lower body and I hoped that Terry had gotten round to doing up his fly and not have his cock still sticking out of his trousers when they dragged him clear of the rubble. That would have been a sight I chuckled, but it wasn't really funny for awkward questions might have been asked.
`You dead or alive mate?' came this voice as I felt my leg being shaken.
`If I don't answer, you can assume that I'm either dead or unconscious. Of course I'm fucking alive you stupid cunt! Just get me out of here, but mind my arm. I think it's broken.'
I was eventually pulled clear and carried out to be laid out in the courtyard of the place. Terry was there already having his leg seen to by the medical orderly.
It was only then that I could see that the wall surrounding the house had a fucking great hole in it and the wall of the kitchen was missing as well as that of the guard's rest room. So the bomb or whatever had exploded outside judging by the bricks and stones that were scattered across the courtyard leading to the house.
I lay there till the medic checked me over proving that my left arm was indeed broken, between the elbow and the wrist. Four of the eight of us lying out there in the sun, were covered up with sheets, so that was the final count as they could account for the rest who had been in the building.
Thankfully, we were given some water to drink before being carried into the briefing room where we found that us four would be shipped out by plane to a military hospital some time later in the day.
Us wounded had all been given a shot of something for I was really in a daze and couldn't really comprehend what exactly was going on. But we finished up at the airstrip and onto a plane and the next thing I knew, I was in a hospital. Well not a proper one if you know what I mean, but it was the infirmary at Aldershot.
Oh fuck, I said to myself. After finally getting away from the place, I finished up back where I'd started from. But now that I was awake and fully aware, I saw that my left lower arm was in plaster as was Terry's right foot that was up in a sling in the bed next to me. He'd already found out what had happened and related it to me.
It was a car bomb that had gone off outside the wall of our courtyard and blew a ruddy great hole in the wall and house as well as leaving a crater in the road. The fact that we were in the pantry at the time was what saved us, unlike our two privates who had been killed in the blast. As well as two of the guards and another two, in the same room being wounded. One, he told me, was likely to lose a leg and thought that the other one had a chest wound, though he wasn't sure on that score. We had been flown out that very night back to England and where we were now.
A couple of days later, I was allowed to get up and move about though I was still stiff and sore in many places though the place I didn't mind being sore was what I had been lying on. I still had lots of bruises over my body but at least I could walk about unlike poor Terry. The unlucky guard did lose his leg, having it taken off just above the knee, poor sod, but at least he was still alive and would no longer stay in the army. Now this raised thoughts in my mind of leaving this fucking occupation of being bombed and almost killed.
I spent several hours talking to Terry and I was once able to slip my hand up under his bed sheet and jerk him off for which he was grateful but it made a mess of the sheets. What I or we talked about was getting out and he agreed with me that that would be the best thing for both of us. We had signed on for three years and Terry would still be immobile when that time frame came up for we also both had our twenty first birthdays while still in the infirmary.
I was at Terry's bedside when we had the padre stop by, for he made a point of visiting this ward quite frequently every week. We told him about our three year enlistment being almost up and that we did not want to sign on again. Could he see about us getting our discharge papers. He was a bit flustered at this request but promised to speak to the commanding officer of Aldershot about it. There was some disgruntled comments about this but, on the day that my plaster came off, we officially got our papers and we were then free of the army. Terry was now moving about on crutches but with his plaster still on, but he said that he would still loved to have done a dance at the news.
With us now being civilians again, we had to leave Aldershot, a thing we were glad to do and had a taxi come and collect us.
Terry
Like Peter, I was glad to get out of that infirmary as well as being shot of Aldershot, even though I was still on crutches. They found us a cheap set of civvies to wear and we were quite happy to get into that taxi and have it drive us all the way to Wimbledon when we were going to stay. I wanted to wait till the plaster was off and have no need of support before visiting mum.
`What's the first thing you're going to do when we get to your house?' I asked him in a whisper because of the cab driver.
`Help you up the stairs to the bedroom where I'll get both sets of these clothes off and play with your dick until it's ready to fuck me,' he whispered back.
`That'll be up and ready but I want you to fuck me too,' I said.
`Pity we can't see to each other at the same time,' he said with a laugh.
`If I was a contortionist, I'd probably be doing it to myself, getting the pleasure at both ends. I did hear one of the squaddies say that he'd once seen a man who could actually bend himself forward enough to be able to suck on his own cock,'
`That's a cock and bull story if it came from a squaddie,' he laughed.
`No. He couldn't reach his balls,' and we both laughed at the improbability of this being done to one or other parts of the male genitalia.
We were soon at Peter's house and we had enough cash to pay the driver for our final army pay was in the form of a cheque and it could be cashed the following day which led us to realise that we hadn't stopped off to get any food for the house.
We can still eat each other till tomorrow,' I said with a laugh as I swung myself up the short steps to his house as he opened the door to let us in. At least it smelt clean and not musty like the first time I visited this house. The cleaner has been in,' I said, sniffing the air.
Yes,' he replied. `Are you hungry, for I can always run to the shop and get something.'
I'm hungry yes, but not for food,' I said as I cruised on my crutches to the stairs, casting them to one side and started to go up them backwards, sitting on one step at a time as I eased my way up. I'm just hungry for what you've got between your legs.'
`This?' he asked as he pulled his cock out of his trousers as he followed me up the stairs.
You bloody tease,' I said, gasping, for it was exactly what I was hungry for. It's not just the head I want, but the whole bloody thing up inside me,' I got out as I got to the landing and rolled over onto my good knee and pulled myself up and hopped the rest of the way to the main bedroom.
I managed to hop to the bed and fell upon it and rolled over onto my back, tearing at my shirt as I watched him get undressed and be naked by the bed, his erection jutting out like a pikestaff. Oh God, I groaned to myself at seeing that phallus that I wanted so bad inside me.
For Christ's sake,' I cried. Get these bloody trousers off me and give me what your flouting.'
He managed to get the hated trousers off along with my shoe and sock, the other foot being bare. Now,' I said, rolling over onto my front when naked and getting up onto my knees. Now,' I said again. `Fuck me Bunny and live up to your name.'
`I haven't got a condom,' he said, getting onto the bed behind me.
Fuck the fucking condom,' I almost shouted. Just fuck me!'
Which he did and how lovely it was for, what, over two months, to once again to have his lovely hard cock moving up in my back passage to ream and give me pleasure. I gurgled and drooled as he slid inside and felt his thighs touch my bum and could feel his cock throbbing away inside me.
`Love and fuck me dearest Bunny,' I panted in between his moving of himself in that steady motion of doing just that
I was in heaven again after so long without him doing what he was doing to me and as he began to push himself up hard to my rear end, I pushed back and had him really slapping into me, also feeling his balls swing and do the same.
I felt every spurt of his seed as he came inside me, feeling it hit the walls of my canal. Not just the once but at least three times I felt it, though not as forceful as that first salvo, but hitting me where I wanted it.
He came to a stop, his cock still throbbing and beating inside me as he leaned over my back, panting heavily and I felt some drops on my back which were either tears or sweat.
`I love you Terry,' he said in a low voice which had a sob in it which told me that they had been tears and not sweat.
`I love you too Bunny, and now I think it's my turn to show you how much,' I said, tears now coming to my eyes and I grimaced as I felt him start to move back and felt that wonderful tool of his begin to leave me, to leave me feeling empty for those few seconds before my ring piece puckered up closed again.
I fell forward when he left and let go of me and I rolled onto my side so as not to squash my rampant cock and come onto the bed cover. He'd got off the bed and gone out of the room to wash himself and that lovely man of mine brought back a wet flannel to clean me up afterwards.
In spite of my lower right leg being in plaster, I was able to move round behind as he got onto the bed and I had the pleasure of pleasing my husband as I now thought of him. I kissed both cheeks of his bum before putting my cock between them and pushing myself up inside his rear end.
He gave out a gasp and repeated at how much he loved me as I rode him bare back, the way it really should be done, though with a stranger, a condom should always be used. It was this lack of a condom that made the experience that much better at feeling either the cock that is fucking you or having it up inside yourself.
As I moved in and out of that tight arse hole, getting my pleasure as well as giving it, I could feel his semen slowly oozing itself out of my bum and start to slowly slide down my inner thigh. But that was just a minor distraction of ploughing the field that I loved to use my tool in and seed it though no crops would ever grow there.
I came with about the same amount of force that he had, shooting out my coming into him, hearing him give out little coos at each hit as I held his hips tight up to my thighs. God how I loved this man and doing what I was to him, knowing that he loved me and in doing the same to me.
We both cried out when I began to pull out of his arse but both for different reasons. Me from having finished what I love doing and him from losing what had just given him pleasure. I twisted myself round to flop over onto my back and he was quick to get the wet flannel and wash my cock with it before drying it with a towel.
With these cast aside, we rolled towards each other and held the opposite body tight as we kissed and vowed an undying love for each other and to hell with the rest of the world.
Epilogue
It has been shown that the two men loved each other and they would lay abed at night and talk over what the future might hold for them but knew that they had to create this for themselves and so it was decided in bed between them what they would do.
After the plaster came off of Terry's foot, they finally went to his house and there told his mother, Edith, of their plans. One was that he, Terry, would be moving in with Peter and living there as they were going to open up a restaurant in Wimbledon.
She had been more alarmed at the news that they had both been wounded in that bomb attack than the fact that they would now be living together. She understood the camaraderie between the two of them and of what they had planned for the future and it never crossed her mind that the two of them were homosexuals and had sex together.
Ted knew of course but didn't say anything but it was announced, much to Edith's dismay so early, that he, Ted had proposed to her and she had accepted him.
They then decided to put off their wedding until the restaurant was opened and they would have the wedding feast there.
Peter got a mortgage on his house which was used to buy a decent site for their restaurant that took seven months to bring it up to the standard that they had decided upon. They named it Chez Amor, not caring that they had mixed up French and Latin in the name or that they didn't mind it being known that they were in fact gay and lived together. It did cause some comments from the residents of the village as that part of Wimbledon is known, that it was a gay bar and restaurant that had opened, but by the time they knew this it was too late. When the word got round of this, plus what fabulous meals could be had there, it was soon full every night and you had to book well in advance.
Especially when they had special nights that it was a men only night and women were only allowed if they were dressed up as a male, which quite pleased the lesbian faction, but it was the Ladies night that drew in the many transvestites with everybody wearing female attire. These were the nights that Terry and Peter loved for they too would be there, even though they did the cooking, would mingle among the patrons dressed as two very alluring women.
They never did meet up with their Lieutenant Kane again.
(Ed. He appears later in three books, Kane, Kane and Spencer, and Tracy, also available in these editions, and Kane: The Early Years.)
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