SHOOT FIRST by Ruthless Ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca
Part 2 of 2
I was afraid Blond's wrist was going to stray across my belly. It was real close to my cock. I turned a bit towards the Unie again. I didn't know where to put my hands. I put one of them on his ribs. They were warm compared to my hands. The Unie was smiling nervously at me. I wanted to feel how hot his cock would be in my palm. I wanted to bite him. I gave him a little smile back. I was trying to figure out where Peter had his hands.
"Oh God, I am so tired..." Blond sighed.
Where is Peter's hand? I thought. Will he notice if I accidentally brush over this guy's cock? I'd better not do this. That would be molesting the guy.
Peter was smiling at me. He had a small fixed smile on his face. His hand was on the Unie's hip, moving. The Unie gave a slight twitch. Peter gave a little nod, telling me something.
I slid my fingers over the Unie's warm belly. I found Peter's hand. It was clasped around the Unie's cock. It was moving, giving subtle little tugs. As I met Peter's eyes, I slid my hand in to join his. I cupped around the Unie's balls. The hair was silky. The man was lying still, with every breath pushing up against me. A hard fold of my own canvas drill pants dug into my stretched out wrist. The Unie had no expression on his face.
I stroked the man's balls gently. I fixed my eyes on Peter's. Peter, I thought. Should we be doing this, Man? We're feeling up a guy we shouldn't be. I waited for the Unie to exclaim. I waited for an unintelligible protest, words in the Unie language that would mean "Stop! Let go of me! Don't do this!"
Peter nodded at me. Peter? I thought. Peter thinks it's cool to grope a guy's crotch? Oh, Man. Peter, of all guys!
The Unie sighed tremblingly. His balls had relaxed some. They weren't the tight wrinkled lumps I had first stared at. They felt good in my palm. The hair on his bush was more wiry than on his balls. Peter's knuckle was thick and hard where it moved rhythmically against the web of my thumb.
I shook my head at Peter. No, I told him. This isn't right. Is it? Only I didn't stop. Another shaky breath came out of the Unie. He squirmed a little. His arm was pinned under Peter's arm and he was drawing it out. He moved slowly. He turned his face and buried it against my shoulder. A grin spread across Peter's mouth.
"He's just wrapped his hand around my prick." Peter said softly.
Blond, behind me didn't know what was going on. He said nothing for a few seconds. Then he spoke in a puzzled tone, "Well, give him a punch then, and he'll let go of it."
I snickered. A laugh came up out of me and Peter laughed also. The Unie had his face buried against my shoulder and now his lips were moving. Of course Peter didn't give the Unie a punch. And then Blond slid his arm across my hip. I guess he was going to try to help Peter out by prying the Unie's hand away, but he never got that far. He not only found that Peter and I had our hands feeling up the Unie guy, but my bulging hard on was obvious. Blond let his arm lie there without moving it. The Unie had a hard on by now, and from the way that Peter had started to move, little jerky thrusts towards the Unie, I'd have bet good money that he had a major boner for the Unie to pluck at.
Blond, I guess, was blown away. Anyway he didn't move or say anything. The Unie was nuzzling my shoulder an inch below my chin. Peter let go of the Unie's prick so I got a chance to slide my hand up and take over. His prick was so thick it filled my finger and thumb. It felt amazing. The skin on the head of his prick was so soft and smooth and warm that I kept squeezing the head of his dick. I guess every guy has really soft skin there, but I'd never noticed it before with my own. I'd always noticed what my hand felt like to my prick, instead of what my prick felt like to my hand. Rubbing on another guy's prick was very different. The Unie was kissing my shoulder. Peter was squirming his combat pants down and Blond was frozen, leaning over on top of me.
Afterwards I can't say if my strongest impression of the experience was erotic or crowded. It was real crowded in that bed. Peter got his pants off and I got mine off and our boots went with them. The Unie kissed my mouth with his eyes closed. His breath was stale but it didn't turn me off; His lips were so warm and firm.
Blond leaned on me, with eyes that kept going wide like a Japanese anime cartoon, when he wasn't blinking. He said. Ummmm...?" and slid his fingers onto my prick.
"Okay... Yeah, it is okay!" I assured him.
I don't think I had been nearly warm enough for the last six days, but you know how it is when you have sex. Some how the combination of more than one person's body heat makes the bed toasty warm remarkably quickly. I didn't even notice that I was finally warm enough because I was too interested in what I was doing.
We had the Unie sandwiched between us. Our jackets came off. I turned over to pull Blond's jacket and shirt off. I had bare masculine skin to both sides of me. When I stripped Blond, his hands followed mine, helping me, touching the backs of my hands agreeing with me. Blond grabbed the Unie by the chin and started kissing him. Blond had a hard on. It caught painfully in his elastic as I skinned his shorts down, and he yelped without breaking off the kiss he was giving and getting. The Unie was breathing harder than any of us. We were squirming over each other. I couldn't get my hand on the Unie's prick, because Peter was doing it, so one hand I put on Blond's prick and one hand on my own.
Then Peter wanted to turn the Unie over onto his side. He turned him so the man faced me. I knew what he was doing, going behind the Unie. He was lining his prick up with the Unie's crack. I pulled Peter's hips to ease him in closer. The man moaned as he felt Peter's fat prick sinking in between the cheeks of his ass. Peter shoved it up as high as it would go. The Unie's hands were roaming over me. He was whimpering. His hard on was as thick and hard as a log of wood, butting into my thigh. I tried to jerk us off one handed, both pricks at once, squeezing them together. I wasn't sure whose hand was pumping at my dick. Was it Blond's or Peter's? It wasn't Blond's hand. He was squeezing my ass.
I pushed my ass back at Blond, wanting him to slide his fingers into my crack. I knew it would feel even better if he did that. He didn't know. He pulled my ass against his crotch and humped me. I wanted him to stick his dick into my ass, so that Peter could fuck the Unie at the same time Blond could be fucking me, but I didn't dare vocalise what I wanted. Nobody spoke. The only sound was smothered groans and urgent panting and a wet stck..stkk...stkk of a wet hand making friction on a prick. Peter was rolling his eyes back, with a sandbagged look as he got close to cumming. The Unie's face was crumpled as if he was almost crying, but he can't have been hurting, not the way he was humping my leg.
Peter grunted and his face went slack. I leaned over and kissed him over the shoulder of the man who was sandwiched between us.
"You wanta do him?" Peter gasped. "You wanta try it, now?"
"Yeah... yeah!" I breathed. The Unie whimpered again as we heaved about. I found a wet slippery spot on his ass where Peter's cum had smeared. I struggled over. Peter was holding the Unie's wrists, as if the man was resisting us, but the Unie started kissing Peter frenziedly and his hands clung to Peter's head.
I was glad Peter had started the hole for me, because I would have had trouble otherwise, I think. I spread his cheeks, squirming closer. I slid my dick up against his crack. The opening yielded and I pressed in. It didn't yield again. His ass was tight. I pushed. It didn't give. The Unie started to back towards me. I was pushed into Blond and then there was nowhere to go. He forced his own ass back onto my cock. "Oh fuck...oh fuck!" I moaned. "Fuck, that's tight. Oh my God, he's warm inside."
Inch by inch, he pressed back until my cock slid as deep as it would go. I had never felt anything so tight. I started to thrust. It was so good that I felt like groaning.
Blond squirmed about. He turned around. He clambered over us. "Is it okay if I ask him to suck it? Guys, would that be okay?" His hoarse voice was so soft he was whispering.
"Oh yeah, do it!" I moaned. Peter broke the kiss. The Unie didn't know why Peter struggled away. Peter pushed his face towards Blond's crotch and then snatched the quilt as Blond's arm and shoulder were briefly bared. He covered Blond. I hardly got a look. Blond's big pink cock was standing straight up. Then the Unie's dark head was in my sight. I heard the Unie gulp. The sight of the back of his head going up and down in front of me practically brought me off.
I worked the Unie's prick while I fucked him. Peter lay back with Blond in his arms. The Unie sucked Blond's prick. I fucked the Unie's ass. We were gasping and heaving all together, like some kind of giant caterpillar trying to move, one body bumping and heaving into the next. Peter reached forward. The Unie thrashed. Even though there was a cock in his mouth he started to cry out louder than any sound he had made so far. "Ahhh...! Ah! Ah! Ohh!" He kept twitching as he sucked on Blond's dick.
"What are you doing?!" I gasped.
"I'm pinching his tits." Peter said. "He's got real sensitive tits."
The hot body of the Unie was twitching and backing into me. The rhythmic motion of his head bobbing frantically up and down as he deep-throated Blond's cock met my own rhythm. I don't know if I was hurting him as I slammed into him. I know I had my hands full of his hard swollen cock. His prick was so big it completely filled my hands. The warmth and motion brought me off.
"UhhhhhhhHH!" I groaned. My cum surged into his slick tight tunnel. Wave after wave made me shudder.
When the shock waves had passed, I could have fallen asleep there and then, with my softening prick still jammed up inside his chute. I did flop forward on his back and lie there. My head rolled in exhausted pleasure as his shoulders went up and down. He was still sucking Blond off. Blond only lasted a few moments more than I did. I stayed where I was, not moving so that I wouldn't fall out, until Blond shot into the Unie's throat. Blond had his eyes squeezed shut. The Unie gulped audibly, swallowing.
He didn't try to get off of Blond or roll me off. He sprawled under me with his legs wide. Blond's eyelids fluttered as he lolled back. "Wow... He... He took me right into his throat." He moved suddenly, sitting up, pushed the Unie away. "Guys...?"
"What?" I murmured.
"What do we do now?"
The Unie stirred under me. I pulled him up. I pulled him on all fours again, but my cock fell out. "He's still got a hard on." I said. I groped over it. "That was good, Unie, Huh? You liked that?" The Unie's head dangled. He stayed on all fours drooping.
"We got to bring him off." Peter said. "Fair is fair."
I figured we'd give the Unie a hand job or something. That was the only idea I had. I was willing to do that. Peter was a lot more creative.
"How about it, Blond?" Peter said.
"Okay."
"Lie down on your front." Peter directed.
Blond lay down. He understood what Peter was telling him. He spread his legs wide. Peter grabbed the Unie's arm and we guided him over. We laid him face down on Blond's back. The Unie was looking from one of us to the other; he was looking a question. I guess he didn't believe we were telling him to do it. But I smeared my hand up with spit and spread it on the Unie's big prick. I guided it down towards Blond's ass and Peter held the cheeks of Blond's ass open.
Slowly the Unie impaled Blond. Blond sighed. "It hurts..."
Peter's hands tightened on the Unie's hips, making the forward motion stop. "You want him to stop?"
"No..." Blond sighed. "I think it feels good too. Go on. Don't get him to stop." His voice was dreamy. We showed the Unie we wanted him to go on.
The Unie lay on Blond's back, fucking his ass. I rubbed my hand over the Unie's rhythmically contracting ass. The Unie looked at me. He opened his lips so I leaned in and I kissed him again. Blond moaned softly as the Unie and I kissed, our tongues seeking in each other's mouths. I felt Peter's hand move behind and below mine. I knew he started finger fucking the Unie from the motion. It was so warm. I could smell cum. I kept my eyes open so that I could look into the man's dark beautiful eyes.
"Oh, Man..." Blond sighed. I guess Peter must have started finger fucking the Unie pretty hard because the man started grunting. His pelvic thrusts were deep jerky ones. A great twitch went through him and I knew he had cum.
The group fuck on the bed must have taken us maybe an hour. After the Unie came, nobody moved until Blond rolled about a bit and got him off, so he could get more air, a few minutes later. I had my arms around Blond, so they were around the Unie who was between us too. My mind was as relaxed as my body, satiated on the images and sensations of our tumble. I guess I had nothing in my mind, which, after the last few days of combat, was a good thing.
That lasted until there was an abrupt noise downstairs. Peter jacked up on his elbow hurriedly.
"PEVENSEY!" It was one of our guys, yelling inside the building below. "GEORGE!" He was yelling real loudly.
"Don't answer him! He'll come up!" I spoke quickly and softly. Peter didn't make a sound. He stayed levered up on one arm wide eyed. We listened. The guy didn't shout again. A little later we heard the door bang. That was funny, that he would shut the door behind him automatically in a wrecked house.
Peter lay down again. Neither Blond nor the Unie had moved, and I hadn't moved, I had only spoken. "He's gone." Peter said.
"Is it alright?" Blond asked.
"I think so." Peter said.
By the time I woke up again it was getting light. It wasn't the shelling that woke me up but the room getting light again. I was thick headed, comfortably warm, aching all over, and oh Christ! aware that I had slept the afternoon, the evening and the night away.
Where the hell would the unit be by now? It wouldn't be anywhere close by or they would have surely found us. The Unies could be somewhere near. God knew who was in control of the territory at this point, if anybody.
"Shit!' I hissed. I tumbled out of the bed. I was listening frantically. All I heard was the far off pop-pop of the bombs landing in the hills.
I found somebody's combat pants and started to haul them on. When they stuck because they were somebody else's, I slowed down, not because I cared at that point if I swiped Blond's trousers, but because I realised that they could be the Unie's. I sure as fuck didn't want to go putting HIS uniform on. I flung them down again and spotted my own.
"What's up!" Peter was sitting up.
"I don't know. We slept the fucking night away." I hissed back.
"Jesus." Peter remarked. He started to laugh. It wasn't a laugh like he thought it was funny, but a laugh of amazement. "Well, now we know the Unie isn't going to try anything hostile if he gets the drop on us."
I looked back at the bed. It was half light in the room. The Unie and Blond were still nestled in each other's arms. "Aw fuck, Peter." I said. "We've lost our unit."
"You're right." He sounded startled. "They must have been calling us because they were going to move on."
I got my trousers on, but had to look under the warm mound of quilts to find my socks and shirt. I pulled them out without making the two sleepers stir. When I had them on, though, I crawled back into the bed.
"I thought the Unie was fucking stupid, going to sleep like that." I said. "Now I know how he did it." I shivered, sitting hunched up. The Unie was awake. When I crawled in again, I saw that his eyes were open. I threw him a wry grin. "Fuck, Peter, how are we going to figure out where our unit went?" I asked.
"We're not." he said calmly. "I got it figured out. We're going to take the Unie, march him along until we get behind the lines. And anyone we see, what we are going to say is that some officer or the other ordered us to take this very important prisoner to the provosts. Some Major. Major Blanchard. We just make the name up." He continued. "That way he won't get shot, not if we say some officer has ordered that we don't kill him. And that'll provide a reason for us not being with our unit too."
I just stared at Peter. I could see a few flaws in his plan. Some of those flaws, like not having a clue where the lines were and having to maintain the fiction of flimflam major, were the least of it. But I looked down at Blond. I wondered how good he was at carrying off a whopping lie. I wondered if he would be willing to put his career on the line and face charges. I didn't even know the guy's name. We were still calling him Blond.
Then I looked at the Unie. I gave a deep sigh. I looked at Peter. Peter gave me an encouraging smile. The Unie had dark eyelashes. He had a beautiful shapely mouth with a deep notch in his upper lip. Yesterday I had helped push those lips down on a cock and yesterday I had had my prick crammed deep in his ass while he moaned and pushed back to make it good for me. It wasn't the fact that I had never had my prick in another man's ass before. The Unie was my first. But it was the fact that I had been there at all. After fucking him, there was no way in the world at all that I was going to permit anyone to kill him.
"Peter." I said. "If we turn him over to the provosts they will probably kill him."
Peter frowned.
"Sure, they'll hang onto him while they try to figure out who Major Blanchard is, but after?" I said.
"By then he'll be in a prisoner of war camp."
"You think he'll be safe there?"
"Won't he be?" Peter's voice was uncertain.
"I don't know." I said. "But I know Viet Cong died in American prisoner of war camps. I know that Germans and Japanese died in American prisoner of war camps. Hell, I know that American prisoners died in American prisoner of war camps during the Civil War. Mostly they don't kill them outright. They just let them starve to death behind the barbed wire."
Peter looked bleak. "What do we do?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
He shook his head.
"We don't do a damned thing." I said.
I leaned over and shook Blond awake. "Get up. Get dressed." I said.
We sat in a row again, the Unie, back in his foul brown blotched uniform between Peter and me. He watched us carefully, expectantly. Blond, who was a cute looking kid after a night's sleep when he was no longer looking green, sat beside me. The four of us chewed down the dry rations that we had, splitting them evenly between us while we waited for it to get fully light. From time to time there was a distant thunderous roar with the hissing and pattering of debris after it, when one of the shells hit the wreckage of the town, but not much was landing within a quarter of a mile of us.
"Georgie." said Peter. "The guy is gay, right?"
I glanced at the Unie and smiled at him.
"He wouldn't have responded back to us if he wasn't, right?"
"I think he's probably gay." I shrugged. "But how are we to know?"
"He got it off. He had as much fun as any of us."
Blond giggled. "But that would make you two both gay as well." he pointed out. We looked at him. "Me too." he amended. "That would make me gay too. I went along with it."
Peter and I grinned. Peter got up and went to the window. He looked out at the grey rubble strewn vista. "I think it's light enough to get moving."
"Where do you think we can get water?" Blond asked. "These canteens are almost empty." He shook one before hooking it back onto his webbing. The other he left on the bed.
I nodded agreeing. It was a problem. We stood up. The Unie stood up with us. I pointed back to the bed and obediently he sat down on it again. He looked at us as we walked to the door of the room. I was the last one out. I was carrying his rifle.
In the doorway I paused. I went back and bent over him. When he looked up, I kissed him. I kissed him on the forehead. I heard Blond and Peter's boots thumping on the stairs. The Unie's eyes rested on me, looking mystified as I walked out the door. He wasn't looking scared, just looking blank.
At the bottom of the stairs, Peter asked. "Well, do we leave his rifle here or not?"
"Are you nuts?" I said. "He's a Unie. You want to give a Unie a weapon? He could use it to blow some of our friends' heads off."
"But if you don't leave it, he'll be defenceless." Blond pointed out.
"You guys are worse than I am." I said.
"Either he's an enemy or he isn't." Blond said stubbornly. "And you two guys told me he wasn't. In that case he's going to need his gun."
"Shit." I said. It wasn't worth arguing. I leaned it up against the wall where we had first found it. "I just hope he doesn't use it on us." We went out into the smoke stained grey dawn of the broken street.
End of Story
By Ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca