Exercise (M/M, oral, anal)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
The guy was coming against me in plain sight, holding his hands out to the sides, just like he was supposed to.
"Friend!" he whispered. He came closer, and I saw it was one of the young sergeants that just joined the company, fresh out of his year's training. Probably no more than 20, same as me.
"Foxtrot, Foxtrot", I told him.
He smiled at me. "Delta, Delta", he whispered, then let his hands fall.
"Nice night, huh? Gotta go stretch my legs once in a while. Been walking so long and hard I risk seizing up if I stay still too long. Cramps. Not nice." He was still whispering.
I nodded, just watching him. I liked watching him. He looked nice.
"It's wonderful to be out on an exercise in the summertime", he went on. "Only trouble is, I get so horny. What's the point of having a private place where I know I won't be disturbed, if I have to use it alone?"
Another smile. I shrugged my shoulders, and he left, looking back at me as he turned and vanished from sight.
Ten minutes later, my relief came along. I was ready for some shut-eye. Too bad about that sexy sergeant, though.
I was approaching my tent, when I saw somebody beckoning to me fifty yards or so away. Could it be...?
It was. He was standing just outside one of the big tents.
"Hi", he whispered, smiling sweetly. "Follow me!" He walked past the tent, bent low under the branches of some birch trees just behind it, turned sideways to pass through some dense undergrowth and disappeared again. I followed, and found myself in a neat little place. It was almost like a tiny cave, only with holes in the ceiling, where the sky could be glimpsed through the branches of the trees. There wasn't a lot of surface, but it was smooth and big enough for the canvas he had put on it. Like a bed.
He pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth briefly as he ground his crotch against mine. He was hard. I could feel it. I was hard, too.
Pulling his head back, he smiled at me again, then sank to his knees. He was quick, and in fifteen seconds, my jacket was opened, my suspenders loosened, and the uniform pants had joined my briefs down by my knees. He sniffed me, then took me in. I gasped at the feeling of instant warmth and moisture, the softness of his oral cavity and of the tongue caressing the underside of my shaft.
He bobbed on my cock for a short while, coating it with his saliva. He got to his feet, only to lay down again on his stomach, his ass and the back of his thighs exposed.
"Take me!" His whisper was soft and urgent. Pleading and insistent.
I manouvered myself into position, and put a finger on his hole. That was wet, too. My dick found his entrance without difficulty, and began sliding in. He opened up easily. Didn't moan, either. Maybe it was because there was no pain. Or maybe he had just taken a lot of cocks up there before.
I entered all the way in one slow movement, then stopped. He clenched his ass round me, then thrust up against me, impatient for me to fuck him.
I began drilling him slowly. Only his breathing told me how much he enjoyed it. That, and the half-smile I could see on his face.
After a while, he began turning over on his side. A little awkwardly, I followed. It was harder work, thrusting my cock inside him in this position. But sexier. Rougher, more manly, somehow. Plus, it made it easier for him to pull on his.
I pushed harder, letting my hands glide under his shirt, up the smooth, hot skin, to his erect nipples. I squeezed them, this time getting a groan out of him.
I fucked harder still. I was getting close now, and animal instincts were taking over. My balls were riding the shaft, like they wanted to be inside him, too. Clenching my teeth, I gave one mighty shove, then another, and on the third, I unloosed. With every last bit of my cock-shaft buried up his bowels, I showered his insides with my offering. It was like all the desire born of watching young soldiers in and out of clothes for four months, longing to be with them, to share myself, yet not daring to approach them; like all of that shot out of me, drenching his insides. I don't know if I made any noise. If I did, I don't think he heard it. He was busy offering quite a bit of himself, too.
I began pulling out, but he stopped me.
"Don't! Not yet. I wanna feel it. It's been a while."
It was sweet, just laying there, so close, my dick still inside him, letting the orgasm subside.
Eventually, we had to end it. He asked me how long I had left to serve. I told him eight months, and he smiled wider than before. We went our separate ways, knowing we would be in close, daily proximity for a long time yet.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002. All rights reserved.
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