Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 12:27:10 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Is it Loaded? Part 1.

Is it loaded?

By David Lundquist

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This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between two boys. If this
is not to your tastes, or is illegal wherever you live, please leave now,
unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind.

No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no rain forests
devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In particular, no boy was
hurt in any way.

This story is pure and total fiction - designed to be read with one hand -
it's for entertainment purposes only! Any resemblance to any individual,
alive, dead or yet to be born, is purely coincidental ... so there!


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Chapter one


"Is it loaded?" Jan looked into my eyes with a soft smile on his lips.

"What loaded?" I answered trying to concentrate on the task at hand, and
not about Jan's warm backside pressing against me. The blinding rays of
sunshine that fell on us through the open hatch above us made his soft skin
glow.

At what age did boys start to grow a beard, I suddenly wondered. Jan had
not a trace of facial hair. His skin was soft as a peach, smooth with the
very soft down-like hair young kids have. 14 years old was what he had told
me, and any beard growth was clearly far away. But his puberty has started,
that was clear. His voice was kind of broken, and he had a few precious
hairs between his legs - so much I had seen already. And his dick was no
longer a small kid's plaything. But beard - no, that was way off.

"Is it loaded?" Jan repeated. Without I really noticed it, Jan pressed his
body softly back against mine.

I better explain where we were at that moment: We were in the turret of a
Merkavah II tank belonging to the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) at a
maintenance base in southern Israel, near the city Ashkelon. Our job was to
fasten the 39 bolts that secure the turret to the tank body. To fasten the
bolt, we had to move the turret sideways until the designated hole in the
bottom turret "lip" was exactly over the corresponding bolt hole in the
chassis. In went the bolt, and it was screwed in with the long pipe
fastened to the long momentum handle. Both of us tugged and pressed on the
handle, till the click click told us that the bolt was secured according to
the stipulations. Then we moved the turret sideway till the next hole
showed up, and the whole procedure was done over again. To move the turret
I used the joystick at the commander's lower position after having flicked
the main switch at the back of the turret to the "on" position. At this
moment I was teaching Jan how to do it. I sat in the commander's seat, and
Jan sat in my lap.

"But, is it loaded or not?" Jan persisted.

"What?" I repeated, a bit confused, thinking about the fact that I was
starting to get a hard on, which Jan could not possible avoid noticing.

"Your gun!" Jan turned half back to me, laughing in my face. "What do you
think!"

His hair slid over my nose and chin. I could smell the soft and hard to
explain smell from a young boy. His big ice blue eye with the long lashes
bored into mine.

But I was not sure that he was thinking about my M16 that was leaning
against the driver's seat. I could feel him ever so careful but clearly
enough pressing his body back against me. My very hard and stiff dick must
have been totally clear for him.

"Yeah, sure." I answered, my voice shaking a bit. I tried to withdraw my
body so my hardness would not be that obvious to him, but I had no room to
maneuver.

"Your gun is so big!" Jan said and pressed harder back onto me. "I should
wish I had such a big gun!"

"Why?" I asked.

"Cause it's cool!" Jan laid his head down on my shoulder. His warm breath
caressed my neck.

"But what would you do with a big gun like that"? I asked him.

"Play with it!" His pressing back against me was more clearly now. My hard
dick was in a bend and had started to hurt.

"Rise up for a sec." I asked him and lifted him by his butt. A quick grope
in my pants, and my dick was up against my stomach. I sat him down on my
again. My dick fitted nicely in his butt crack, and now it was only good.

Jan sighed and reclined back against me while pressing his butt hard down
on me.

"But do you know how to play with a gun?" I asked and placed my hand on his
thigh. I guess we both now knew what we were talking about. He opened his
legs so that my hand slid down to the inside of his thigh.

"Yes!" Jan slid his butt from side to side on top of my hard dick.

"Do you play with your own gun?" I asked him. My hand moved slowly up the
inside of his thigh. The warm skin on his leg glowed against my hand
through his green uniform trousers.

"Yes." He whispered softly in my ear. His hot lips slid down my neck.

"How often do you play with it?"

"Every day." His breathing was shallow and hot.

"When?"

"When I come home from school, and when I've gone to bed. And in the
shower." He added and blushed.

This was totally crazy! Here I sat with a horny 14 year old boy on my lap
with my hand on its way to his crotch and the hidden treasures waiting for
me there. But how did this come about? The two of us together in a tank on
an Israeli army base, both in uniform? My thoughts wandered back a bit
while my hand slowly crept up his thigh till it met something soft and hot
in his crotch.

I was halfway in the second year of my three year service in the Israeli
army after moving to Israel when 15 years old. I was classified as a kravi
(combat soldier). But after my brother David had been killed in action on
the Gaza strip 6 years ago, one year before I moved to Israel (see my story
"Are You Gay" on Nifty), the army and my doctor decided that it would be
better for me to serve as a jobnic, that is in a non combat unit, and I
ended up in on a maintenance base east of Ashkelon on the way to the sleepy
city of Kiryat Malachi in the south of Israel.

The name of the base was Julis, well, not really. The real name was
Emanuel, but for some reason everybody called it Julis. At that time the
base did maintenance on tanks (mostly Merkavah II), self propelled 155 mm
guns, armed personal carriers (APC) and heavy trucks. My workplace was on
the tank turrets. When the tanks arrived at the base, the turret was lifted
off the body and placed on solid "trolleys" in my department. The engines
was lifted out and taken to the engine department for a total refit. The
fuel tanks were taken out for a throughout cleaning. The empty body was
stripped of its treads and went through a thoroughly refit and repair. When
the engine and tanks was back in place again, and our work on the turrets
and the 105 mm gun was finished, the turret was lifted back on the body. I
usually got the job of securing the turret to the body. I had been
stationed on Julis all the time since I received my Kuma (beret) after
having finished my basic training.

All my time at Julis there were metnavidim (volunteers) working on the
base.  The volunteers came from all over the world, but mostly from USA,
France and Russia. Most of the volunteers were older people, but now and
then a group of young people in their late teens came, and a few times we
had families with kids as young as 14. Every volunteer was assigned to a
soldier that was responsible for helping him or her with the work. As I was
good in languages, I was often assigned a volunteer. I did not mind as I
enjoyed working with foreigners, especially young boys...

This time a family from Holland was working on the base. Mom and dad worked
in the engine department, a 16 year old daughter worked in the kitchen, and
I was given responsibility for the 14 year old son - Jan. He was a very
beautiful boy, slender with a delicate body. He had long, silk soft blond
hair, and two enormous big blue eyes that I drowned in the first time he
looked at me.

The volunteers wore the IDF B-uniform, and it fitted Jan like he had never
worn anything else. I fell in love from the first second I put my eyes on
him, and I cherished every minute I was working together with him

We were at the end of the second week of Jan's group's three week tour on
the base. Jan was open and easy to befriend, and it took only a week for us
to become best friends. He found the base and everything on the base very
exciting, and he especially liked working on the turrets together with me.
He was a bright boy with a quick head, and learned the tricks fast. After
the first week I could give him difficult jobs he could do on his own. But
of course he needed a lot of help and instructions from me, which I gladly
gave him. Our times alone together in the in the turrets quickly became my
highlights on the base. Being as close together as we had to in the
confined space in the turrets, body contact was unavoidable and the rule of
the day.  Soon it became our habit that he sat on my lap when I explained
him a complicated procedure. I had to concentrate real hard not to get hard
when his soft butt sat on my lap and my arms encircled his warm body. I did
not succeed staying soft every time, and he must have felt something hard
in my lap on several occasions. He never said anything, but his eyes got a
special glow when he looked at me those times.

I tried as hard as I could to keep my hands off him. After all he was
working as a volunteer in Zahal (IDF), and one thing I did not want was a
mark on my record that I preferred young boys, or to be thrown out of the
IDF for having sex with an under age. But it was difficult!

Especially hard it was the third day Jan's group was on the base. I had to
deliver a message to the madricha -- the soldier that was responsible for
relation between the base and the volunteer group. The madricha was living
at the volunteer's quarter on the top floor in one of the barracks. On my
way up to her quarters I passed the bathroom for the male volunteers on the
first floor. We had just finished work for the day and I could hear that
there were people in the showers. A thought entered my mind when passing
the door, and I entered the bathroom to take a leak. On my way out I looked
into the shower room, and behold! There in the middle of the room in front
of the stalls, Jan stood completely naked, drying himself with a big
towel. I lost my breath while my eyes softly passed down his body. Long,
slender, narrow hips, just a bit curly dark blond hair around the root of a
not too small boy dick that stood half rigid out in the air over small hard
nut sack. He was not cut, and his foreskin made like a small spout at the
tip of his dick.

"Hi Peter." Jan smiled to me and did no attempt at hiding himself from my
eager eyes. It was more like he showed himself off to me. While drying
himself on his back, he shoved his groin out against me. His dick bobbed up
and down while he was drying himself.

"Hi Jan," I answered with a broken voice. My eyes were glued to his dick.

"What are you doing her? Except for staring at me?" The last words were
said in a soft voice, and his grin never left his face.

"I...  I... am.." My voice trailed off while he turned around and picked up
a brief from the bench. He had a perfect "bubble-butt", and the dark cleft
between the buns opened up when he bowed down to get his briefs. I got a
glimpse of something dark and hidden there before he turned to face me
again while he tugged the briefs in place.

He did not ask me again what I was doing there, and I watched him putting
on a small white shorts and a white t-shirt on top. His silken skin almost
glowed against the white clothes. He looked at me with a funny expression
in those big blue eyes, before he turned around and walked out of the
bathroom.  I followed him up the stairs to the second floor where the
volunteers and the madricha lived. My eyes was glued to his long slender
legs that disappeared in the tiny white shorts that just about covered his
boy butt in front of my eyes.

He said by to me and CU later, while I knocked at the door to the
madricha's room.


Later that evening when I was safe in my bed, I caressed my very hard dick
for a long time while playing the scene from the showers over and over
again in my head. I came while imagining his dick slowly filling with blood
and straightening out, with the foreskin slowly creeping back from a red
and shiny head. What a mess my bunk became!

The first weekend of his program he went home with me to my auntie and
uncle in Tel Aviv. Even though Julis was a day-base, the soldiers working
there living at home and commuting to the base every morning, I had opted
to stay at the base in the week as I found it too long to go back and forth
to Tel Aviv every day (that was before the 4 lane highway was finished all
the way down to Ashkelon). I only went to Tel Aviv to auntie and uncle over
the weekends. I had moved to their place from the kibbutz when I had
finished the school, waiting to be called up to the army.

Jan stayed at the guest room in Auntie's apartment, but we were at the
beach most of the time. I cherished every second. Jan did not use the baggy
swim trunks that had started to be the very big fad for boys when swimming,
but used a smart mix of speedo and shorts, made of some black glossy
material hugging his hips and butt, showing off most of what he had. It
made the best of his beautiful body, and I observed quite a few glances in
his direction on the beach, both from men and women.

When we changed out of our wet swim suits before going home, I got the
chance to see him naked again. He had absolutely no inhibitions, and it was
more like he was showing himself off to the lucky few in the change room at
that time. I had to turn against the wall quickly to hide my fast growing
dick. When his dick was at last hidden under his briefs, it was not as soft
anymore, the foreskin spout was gone and a red head showed itself at the
tip. He saw that I noticed it, and grinned to me while actually blushing a
bit. We did not say anything to each other about it, but it was clearly a
loaded tension in the air between us.


"Do you play like that with our friends?" my thoughts left the Tel Aviv
beach and I was back inside the Merkavah turret with Jan on my lap, his
butt buns kneading my hard dick. My hand softly traced something semi hard
in his lap, that slowly grew harder for every second. I guess we both
understood now that we had passed a barrier, it was no way back now.

"Yes," Jan whispered softly and pressed his behind down on my lap. Good and
sweet felling flowed out from my lap.

"How?" I asked and took hold of his now very hard dick through the fabric
of his trousers. He sighed when I kneaded the tip.

"We play with each other guns." His voice was hoarse now and his breath was
warm and heavy against my neck.

"Do you taste each others guns?" I asked. I let go of his dick and opened
the belt in front of his trousers. Slowly I undid button after button in
his fly (yes, they still use buttons in the Israeli army trousers. For all
I know this is a tactical decision, but hard to understand when you have to
piss fast).

"Yeah, with one of my friends." Jan groaned and slid hard up and down in my
lap.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes! Very much!" I had his fly open all the way now. His very hard dick
pressed his brief up and out.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked him before it was too late (as my
conscience told me to do, while at the same time my dick told me it was far
too late to stop anything now).

"Yes" Yes!" He moaned as I let my hand slip inside his briefs. Soon I felt
his warm and hard dick against my hand. I took carefully around it and
pulled the foreskin down. He leaned his head on my shoulder, his moist lips
grazed my neck. I withdrew my hand from his brief, and with a firm grip on
both sides of his brief I pulled down together with his trousers. He lifted
his bum from my lap for a sec, and his brief slid down on his thighs. His
dick stood hard and stiff up from his groin. The foreskin was all the way
down from the bloated shiny head.

His dick was just like I wanted them, not fully grown, but way bigger than
the usual small boy dick. A little curly hair around the base, but the dick
and the nut sack free of any hair. Both firm and young.

"Wank me!" he whispered to me.

I took hold of him again and started a slow sensual up and down movement.
Jan groaned and pushed his dick against my hand. With my other hand I
started to caress his nut sack. The skin had shriveled and was hard and
wrinkled: Shiny drops seeped out of his dick and slid down on the shiny
read head till the met my hand going up and down on him.

His breathing became ragged, and suddenly he drew in his breath fast and
hard while his body became stiff and hard. While he started whimpering his
dick convulsed and spat out long gray drops way up on his stomach in
spurts, the last drips dripping down on my hand. I kept on wanking him till
he showed my hand off him.

While all this was going on he had kept on kneading my dick between his
buns. While showing my hand off himself he pushed down extra hard on my
dick. That was what it took to bring me over the brink. Time after time my
dick emptied ropes of cum in my pants. It was very hot but very
frustrating, not to be naked down there together with Jan and feeling his
hand on my pulsing dick.

We sat quiet together for some time, the two of us, in the commander's
lower seat in the turret on an Israeli Merkavah II tank, in the middle of
the tank parking space in a military base in the south of Israel. Me, a 20
year old Scandinavian -- Israeli soldier, he a 14 year old boy from
Holland. Both of us in Israeli uniform, him with his trousers down on his
legs, and I with a rapidly increasing wet stain on my trousers.

He rose up at last and pulled up his trousers.

"That was top!" he grinned to me while fastening his belt. "Can we do it
again?"

"Sure! But next time I want to be naked with you!" I answered.

For a second he looked a bit frightened, but then his face broke out in the
grin I had learned to love, and he whispered "Yes!" while blushing.


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