NOTE: This story is FICTION based on FICTIONAL characters, and is NOT to imply ANYTHING of the sexualities of the actors portraying these characters. "MASH" is produced by Larry Gelbart and copyrighted by 20th Century Fox Studios. UNZIP AND ENJOY!!
It had been one rough day at the 4077............four choppers had landed early in the morning, carrying a payload of wounded G.I.s. The doctors and nurses had worked nearly non -stop treating the wounded soldiers; but, at least, none had died, and all expected to recover. When things finally died down, it was well after sunset. Captain "Hawkeye" Pierce and Corporal "Radar" O' Rielly had just finished taking a long, steamy, long-overdue shower. They were the only two in the shower hut, and, as usual, the two men bullshitted and bantered back and forth as they soaped up thier sweaty, fatigued bodies and then rinsed off.
But something WAS different tonight; both men could sense it. All during his shower, Hawkeye kept catching Radar sneaking appraising glances at his nude body. And, what was even MORE unusual, was that Hawkeye had been stealing glances at Radar's chunky little torso....True, Hawkeye loved tits and cunts, and was always trying to get into Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan's fishy-smelling pants, but to no avail. WHY was he now giving Radar the eye.......feeling his big schlong twitch as he watched Radar's soapy hands rub his round, hairy little butt??
Radar, also, as usual, KNEW something BIG was about to happen......his eyes kept darting over to glimpse Hawkeye's hairy pits, that big love pole dangling out of that thick black jungle of hair......those big, low-hanging balls...... Radar tried to think of other things, but, it was no use.
"HEY, RADAR," Hawkeye chuckled, knowing they are all alone. "SEEMS WE BOTH HAVE A MUTUAL ADMIRATION SOCIETY GOING ON HERE!" Radar's bespectacled face turned red, and he stammered "Yeah.....I guess we do at that, Hawkeye." Hawkeye towled off and threw on his old robe. "C'mon, Radar, " he laughed, "let's get back to my tent...looks like we have some business to take care of!" Radar grinned, and likewise dried off, and then, pulling on his robe, followed Hawkeye out of the shower hut, and into the muggy Korean night.
A few minutes later, both Hawkeye and Radar were in Hawkeye's tent, shades pulled down, and door locked. Both men were now in thier t-shirts and white boxers, and they also had thier socks on as well. Hawkeye, sitting on the edge of his bed, opened up his footlocker and took out a small box, from which he pulled out two pairs of men's sock garters. "Here, Radar, put these suckers on, " Hawkeye chuckled as he put his on. "Been savin' these for a special occassion...and, fuck, I have the feeling this is going to be ONE HELLUVA occassion, my little four-eyed pal!" Radar felt his stubby cock throb and rapidly rise as he saw Hawkeye sitting in his boxers and garters, his long, hairy legs spread wide.
Radar's sharp eyes saw that Hawkeye's cock was really tenting out the crotch of his boxers, and already, there was a splotch of lube seeping through.
Hawkeye growled at Radar, "ABOUT FACE!" Radar was then facing away from Hawkeye, and Hawkeye felt his nine-incher throb as his hawk eyes feasted on the contours of Radar's round little ass in his snug shorts.......Hawkeye's hairy nuts twitched...............
Captain "Hawkeye" Pierce suddenly reached out and grabbed Radar's arm. He yanked him across his skinny knees, and growled "YOU'VE BEEN ASKIN' FOR A GOOD SPANKING FOR A LONG TIME NOW, CORPORAL O'REILLY!!" Hawkeye then pulled the material of Radar's shorts up his sweaty crack as far as it would go, and now Radar's round little butt-mounds were perfectly lined up for a good tannin'! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Radar grunted and whined as Hawkeye's strong hand assaulted his round, upturned little ass. The seat of Radar's shorts offered little protection from Hawkeye's ass-smacking hand.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Again and again, Captain Pierce's hand came crashing down against the round, quivering little ass of Corporal O'Reilly. Each stinging blow of Hawkeye's firm, authoritive hand sent erotic shockwaves coursing through Radar's balls, and the squirming little corporal was grinding his boxer-clad boner against Hawkeye's skinny legs....his round little butt getting hotter and hotter................
The more Radar thrashed around on his lap, the harder Hawkeye's cock throbbed, leaking even more lube into his now-sweaty boxers. Hawkeye knew Radar would cum all over his lap...but it was too soon for that yet!!
Without warning, Hawkeye stopped his assault on Radar's sizzling little ass and pushed him up to his feet. Hawkeye licked his lips as he saw the lube-splotched crotch of Radar's boxers, his meaty dong begging for release. For a moment, niether man said anything. A Harry James number was playing over Hawkeye's plastic Emerson radio, outside the warm night was still.
Without a word, Radar pulled back the sleeve of Hawkeye's t-shirt, and his hot tongue started slithering along Hawkeye's sweaty, hairy armpit. Radar almost shot right there, savoring the taste and aroma of Hawkeye's musky, sweaty, soapy-tasting pit. Radar's small hand had slipped in the fly of Hawkeye's shorts and was now slowly wanking his thick, lanky dong.
"AAAwwwwwwwfuck," Hawkeye moaned, as his hand slid down Radar's back, into his shorts, and started rubbing and squeezing the little corporal's small, furry mounds. Radar withdrew his tongue from Hawkeye's hairy pit, and he then dropped to his knees, and stuck his tongue into the fly of Captain Pierce's shorts, and started licking his aching shaft, slithering down through the thick tangle of black hair to slurp on those hairy, low-hanging nuts he'd been fantasizing about for so long now. "Hawkeye," Radar whispered "I've been wanting to do this for a long time now...you don't know how many times I dreamed of you and I getting it on." Hawkeye, who always considered himself totally straight, now felt intense feelings that told him he HAD to be bisexual......fuck, Hawkeye thought, I wouldn't be missing this for anything.......even the image of Hot Lips' boobs faded away out of sight.....why had Radar waited so long??
Now Radar's hot tongue slithered down Hawkeye's skinny, hairy leg, and started sucking on Hawkey's garter and sweaty sock. Hawkey gave his throbbing dong a few hard squeezes as he watched his little four-eyed buddy Radar in action on his knees...... A few moments later, Radar was now bent over the foot of Hawkeye's bed, his small hands gripping the bedstead. As Benny Goodman's "Let's Dance" wafted from the radio, Hawkeye pulled down the seat of Radar's sweaty shorts just enough that the waistband cleared his round, hairy, still-red asscheeks. Hawkeye squatted and buried his handsome face between Corporal O'Rielly's furry, disciplined globes, his hot tongue slithering through the thick hair to tease and flicker across Radar's tight pucker.
"AAWWJESUS, HAWKEYE, DON"T STOP!," Radar whined, as he ground his hairy, clean-tasting ass into Hawkeye's face. Hawkeye WOULD have loved to have gone on all night rimming Radar's hairy little butt, but, he had other fish to fry at the moment! Hawkeye again stood up, and he grabbed onto his lanky dick, and started guiding it between Radar's hairy, glowing little orbs. A jolt went through Hawkeye's churning balls as the slick, ultra-sensitive head of his big schlong pressed against Radar's puckered chute.
"FUCK!!!!!", Hawkeye snarled, as Radar's sphincter started clutching at his invading member, "FFUUUUCCKKKKK......DAMN, RADAR, YOUR SWEET HOLE IS SOOO FUCKIN' TIGHT, PAL!!" Radar had been slammed in the ass enough times back in college to know how much he loved it.....but NOTHING compared to the feeling he was having now, with his he-man buddy Captain Hawkeye Pierce stuffing his hard sausage deeper into his round little ass!!
When Hawkeye's low-hanging, cum-filled balls were up against Radar's red, furry cheeks, Hawkeye then reached around, and grabbed Radar's stubby, steel-hard dong through the sweaty material of his boxers and started pumping it.
"HOLY CHRIST!!" , Radar hissed as Hawkeye's boner started slamming in and out of his tight hole. "AAAWWJESUS, HAWKEYE.....THAT FEELS SO GOOD..SO FUCKIN' GOOD.....I'VE WANTED THIS FOR SO FUCKIN' LONG NOW, BUDDY....." Both men's t-shirts were now soaked with sweat, and the humid night air was rich and gamey with sweat and lube.
Hawkeye's hand pumped Radar's fat cock in time to his fucking, and his hairy, jizz-filled nuts slapped and thwacked against Radar's sore, quivering buns with each forward thrust. By now, the crotch of Radar's shorts were really splotched with lube, and the horny little corporal ground his furry ass harder against the horny captain's hairy crotch, urging his cock deeper.
The harder Hawkeye pummeled his little pal's hairy ass, the more he realized the feelings he'd had for him....and pushed aside. Now, those feelings were right on the surface...NEVER to be hidden away again.
Suddenly, Radar let out a long moan. "AAAAAAWWFFUCKKKHAWKEYEEEE!!", he growled, as his long pent-up load exploded into his sweaty boxers. Hawkeye's strong fist kept pumping as Radar's stubby dick spat out gob after gob of thick, sticky spunk into the crotch of his sweaty undershorts.
The hot sperm quickly soaked through the cotton, making Hawkeye's cock-pumping hand slimy and sticky.
As Radar blew his massive cum-load, his tight rectum clutched and squeezed Hawkeye's aching rod. "HOOOOLLLLLYYYSHIITTT, RADAR, "Hawkeye snarled " HERE IT COMES...GONNA CREAM THAT HAIRY LITTLE ASS GOOD, PAL!!" Hawkeye's churning nuts finally blew, and his nine-inch dork ejected hot, thick wads of captain cum deep between Radar's hairy, quivering assmounds. His nuts slapped angrily against Radar O' Reilly's red, sore asscheeks, and he kept on thrusting forward until Radar's tight chute had milked every last big of hot spooge from Hawkeye's aching nuts.
Hawkeye's right hand was now slick and slimey with Radar's hot load; Radar felt trickles of Hawkeye's thick cum start to trickle out of his well-filled asshole. As Hawkeye felt his throbbing member slowly soften in Radar's hairy, sweaty ass, he leaned forward and started nibbling and sucking on Radar's earlobe. "Awww, fuck, Hawkeye, that was fuckin' great......damn, I love you, man!" Radar's words echoed Hawkeye's own. "Radar," the handsome Captain whispered "I must have been a fuckin' fool to have waited this long...I love you two, you hot little four-eyed man-eater!"
As Hawkeye slowly pulled his spent, slick cock from out between Radar's buns, Radar tensed a moment and then whispered, "Hawkeye....I have the feeling we're bieng watched, man," Hawkeye slowly turned around, and he was now looking at the pudgy face of Fr. Francis Mulcahy......who was standing by the screen door.....a wide shit-eating grin on his face.......and a HUGE erection bulging out the crotch of his pants!"
"Corporal O' Reilly," Hawkeye chuckled, stuffing his sweaty, battle-scarred dong back into his sweaty boxers. "Looks like we have a third interested party here!" THE END Hope you guys enjoyed......comments and feedback are ALWAYS welcome!