Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2008 03:31:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - 1

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first of a possible multi-part
series of short vignettes, set at various stages of
history, when soldiers took their pleasure with boys during
times of war.]

Story 1: The Cooking Fire
Date: 330 BC
Army of Alexander the Great
Location: Central Persia

The two Macedonian infantrymen sighed with satisfaction,
their bellies full. The lamb carcass that was impaled on a
spit above the campfire was nearly-consumed, and the other
members of their mess group had already walked off in
search of some evening entertainment.  Draco stood up and
carved one last slice of leg meat.  Niklo sat back against
a log, patting his full belly.

"We've been camped here for more than a dozen days, and
every night we've had food as good as any I've eaten since
I joined up," said Niklo, licking the grease off his
fingers.

"Yeah," said Draco.  "I'm surprised we haven't moved on
yet, but I'm sure not complaining.  One thing's for
certain, though -- we'll be gone by the time the food runs
out."

Alexander's army of 40,000 men was encamped outside the
Persian city of Aspardana, which they had thoroughly looted
and partially burned for the offense of refusing the
Macedonian king's surrender terms.  Every man and boy of
fighting age who hadn't fled was put to the sword, and the
women and children were left destitute after the army had
confiscated all of the livestock and stored grain from the
city and nearby countryside.

"I'd say it's time to go into town and find a whore," said
Niklo as he got up.  "Do you think I should get wide-hipped
bitch with big tits, who can appreciate a nice long fuck
from my huge cock," he boasted facetiously; "or maybe a
skinny young girl with a nice tight cunt who'll wrap her
legs around my waist while I fuck her standing up?
Decisions, decisions!  So; are you with me?"

"No; you go ahead," said Draco.  "I have my eye on that boy
who's been watching us from the shadows over there.  See
him?   Cute one, huh?"

"Bah!  There you go with boys again.  If I didn't know you,
I'd think you were an Athenian!"  The Macedonian soldier
gave a hearty laugh as he dished out the insult.  Although
Athenian soldiers were part of Alexander's army, the men of
the formerly-powerful city-state were stereotyped as
effeminate and besotted with romantic love for boys.

"Watch your tongue, you little shit, or I'll slice it out
of your mouth," said Draco, as he punched his comrade's
bicep and laughed as well.  "And remember... everyone says
our commander takes boys to his bed, but nobody accuses
Alexander of being an Athenian.   You go ahead and spend
your money fucking a worn-out pussy in some burnt-out
building.  I'll shoot my load in a nice tight boy-hole for
the price of a few scraps of meat, without leaving the
campsite."

"Alright then.  See you in the morning."

Draco looked over at the boy, who had already taken a few
steps closer to the circle of light cast by the fire.
"Come here," the soldier called out in the local language,
using one of the few phrases that he had learned.  He
sliced off another piece of lamb and held it out, gesturing
the boy forward.  As the lad got closer, his appearance
became clear.  Draco guessed he was about 12 years old,
with a self-confident bearing that contrasted with the
cringing fear of so many of the local children. Judging by
the fine cloth of his tunic, he had been the son of a
prosperous man... or else a highly valued slave. But his
tunic was now dirty and torn, and the boy's face had a
hungry look.

The soldier gestured again, holding up the morsel of meat,
and the boy came closer. He's damned good-looking, thought
Draco; just the way I like them.  The man popped the meat
into his own mouth, and the boy gasped audibly with
surprise and disappointment.  But Draco pointed to the lamb
carcass, then to the boy, and then pantomimed eating.  The
boy smiled as he nodded his head and moved closer yet.
Draco grabbed at his own tunic and pantomimed pulling it
off, then pointed to the boy.  The youngster understood
immediately, and in a few seconds he stood before the
soldier, completely naked.

The boy looked reasonably fit; not at all malnourished.
Draco looked him up and down, paying particular attention
to the lad's immature penis.  Very nice, he thought to
himself, studying the slender finger-length dick with its
short foreskin, and the slightly dangling sack holding
balls that were just beginning to develop.  Without any
prompting from the soldier, the boy lifted his penis with
his fingers and skinned back the foreskin to display his
cute little acorn of a cock-head.  Draco smiled and nodded
to acknowledge his approval. The boy turned around and bent
at the waist, showing off his beautifully shaped butt,
before turning back around to face the man.

"Ah; you know exactly what your meal will cost, don't you!"
said the soldier.  The boy's expression made it clear that
he didn't understand a word the man was saying.  Draco ran
his hands quickly over the boy's smooth slender body,
caressing his chest and arms and back, then down to his
firm butt... then around to the front, fondling his balls
and the cute little dick, feeling it stiffen as he slid the
foreskin back and forth across the cock-head.  The boy
didn't resist or even flinch during this intimate
examination.  The soldier leaned down and nuzzled the boy's
neck, inhaling the light musk of boy-scent.  In a time and
place where bathing was infrequent, the unwashed lad
smelled ever so much sweeter than the soldier's comrades.

Draco carved off a good-sized hunk of meat and held it up
to the boy's mouth.  The lad made a grab for it, but the
soldier slapped the hand away.  "I'll feed you," he said,
pointing to himself and then bringing the food to the boy's
mouth again.  The youngster lunged again, this time with
his mouth, trying to get as big a bite as possible.  Draco
pulled the meat back, and the boy's teeth clicked together.
"Eat slowly.  Better for an empty belly."  The boy didn't
know the words, but he understood the order.  This time he
bit just a nibble off the hunk and chewed.

"Mmmmmm!" he purred, and his body gave a little tremble of
pleasure.

The soldier held the meat to the boy's mouth again, and he
took a normal-size bite.  Draco's free hand reached down
again to resume its fondling of the boy's genitals.  As the
boy took another bite, the soldier felt a small hand slide
beneath his short tunic and encircle the man's half-hard
cock.  It became fully erect in just a few moments as the
youngster jacked it up and down with a skillful touch,
causing the man to moan with pleasure.

The mutual masturbation lasted a minute as the soldier
continued to hand-feed the boy.  When the piece of lamb was
gone, Draco held his fingers to the boy's mouth.  "Lick."
The boy understood, and he licked and sucked each finger,
as if fellating them, as his eyes gazed sensuously up into
the soldier's face.  "Let's see if you can suck something
bigger," said the man.  "I wonder if I'll have to teach
you."

He walked over to the lamb carcass and pinched off a small
morsel.  Then he came back to the boy, lifted up the front
of his short infantryman's tunic, and balanced the bit of
food on the tip of his stiff 6-inch [15cm] erection.  "Eat
it!" he said, laughing at his play on words.

The Persian boy quickly sank to his knees.  Before
retrieving the piece of lamb, he ran his tongue-tip
delicately from the base of the shaft to the top of the
cock-head.  After his lips plucked away the food, he sat
back on his haunches like a trained dog, smiling up at the
soldier, and looked over at the carcass, hoping to play the
game again.

"Suck me first," said Draco as he pointed to his cock, then
put the finger in his mouth, and then pulled the boy's head
closer with his hand.  "After that, you'll have more food,"
he added, pointing to the lamb.

The boy didn't hesitate.  He opened his lips in a wide "O"
shape and dove onto the broad cock-head.  His mouth slid
half-way down the shaft in that first plunge.  His small
tongue danced all around the glans and the shaft as his
head bobbed up and down, taking more and more of the man's
boner into his mouth... and then into the entrance of his
throat.

"Gods!  You sure DO know how to give a suck!" gasped Draco.
He took the Persian boy's head in both his hands and thrust
his hips forward, penetrating the boy's mouth to the hilt.
He drew his hips back and thrust again.  The boy took it
without a whimper, and without gagging. "Yeah!" the soldier
grunted, as he began thrusting his cock into the boy's
throat again and again.  "Oh, shit!  That's so good!" he
moaned.  But then he stopped suddenly. "I want have a fuck
first.  Maybe I'll let you stay around, and you can give me
a blow-job when I'm ready for seconds."

The Macedonian pulled the boy's face away from his cock,
with an audible "pop".  The erection glistened with saliva
and pulsed with tumescence.  The boy was breathing hard,
with snot running from his nose and spit down his chin.

"Mitunam ye meghdaar goosht daashteh baasham?" said the
boy, asking for more meat and pointing to it.

"Sure," said Draco.  "And then a nice fuck."  He reached
down and fondled the boy's ass, pressing his finger against
the hole briefly.  The boy not only didn't resist; he
flexed his anal muscle open for the intrusion.  "Yeah.
Then we'll have a REALLY nice fuck!"

The soldier sliced off a big hunk of fatty meat, glistening
with grease and the herb-infused olive oil with which it
had been basted, and the boy stared at it with an
expression of ecstasy.  Again he let the man hand-feed him,
being careful not to anger Draco by taking big bites.

When he was finished the piece, the boy didn't ask for
more.  Instead, he knelt down on the ground with his chest
resting on a sitting-log and his ass raised up.  Looking
back over his shoulder with a sultry expression, he
murmured "man o bokon", meaning "fuck me."

The soldier didn't understand the words, but there was no
mistaking the invitation.

Draco rubbed his greasy fingers over his cock, lubing it
for the fuck.  Then he knelt down behind the boy and wiped
the rest of the grease on the boy's ass, sliding a finger,
and then two, into the puckered flesh.

"Here it comes, kid!"  He positioned his stiff penis at the
entrance and pushed his hips forward.  At the same moment,
the boy dilated his anal muscle, and the fat cock-head
plunged in.  The boy clenched his fists and gritted his
teeth during the penetration, but then relaxed as the man
eased his cock further in with gentle thrusts.

"Ahhh; nice and tight!"

When he was in to the hilt, the soldier drew his cock back
slowly, almost all the way, and then plunged back in fast
and hard, grunting as he forced his stiff penis as far as
possible into the boy's rectum.  The lad grimaced, but
didn't utter a sound.  The man's cock pulled back and again
slammed home, accompanied by another hearty grunt.  He
immediately established this as his rhythm, slowly drawing
back on the out-stroke and then a fast thrust back inside.
It was his favorite way to fuck, whether in a boy's asshole
or a girl's cunt.  And he could usually keep it going
almost indefinitely, making minor adjustments in speed as
he approached orgasm so that he could keep himself right on
the edge.

The young Persian boy quickly adapted to the rhythm.  Just
like the countless other times he'd been fucked, the
initial discomfort faded, replaced by the familiar warm
fullness, and the tingling pleasure in his anal nerves.
With this soldier, as with some of the house-guests to whom
his master had lent the boy, he also felt the powerful
emotional pleasure of submitting completely to the
dominance of a strong, potent, and skilled young man.

To show his appreciation, the boy worked to increase the
man's pleasure by contracting his anal muscle during each
thrust in, then easing up during the out-stroke.

"That's the way, boy!" said the soldier, breathing heavily,
just before slamming his cock home with a grunt.  "I'll
wager you [grunt] were some rich man's [grunt] fuck-boy
slave. [grunt]

"Hey Draco!" came the voice of someone approaching the camp
fire.  "That looks like fun.  Can I have him next?"

"Yeah!" said another voice.  "Maybe I can get a suck from
the boy while you're working his back."

The two soldiers each had a wine goblet, and one held a
pitcher.

Draco didn't miss a stroke, but he was clearly annoyed by
the intrusion.  "Hey, shit-heads. [grunt] Can't you see I'm
busy here?"  He kept right on fucking.  There was no taboo
in Alexander's army against being observed while coupling
with a boy.

"Yeah; sorry," said the first man.  "We just thought you
wanted some company.  Come on, Jason; let's go down to the
next fire and leave Draco to his fun."

The interference had gotten him off his stride, though.  He
speeded up his fucking to get back to the wonderful plateau
of near-orgasm.  But in doing so, he took it too far, and
felt himself rushing to the point of no return.  Rather
than fighting against it, he ran with it.  Wrapping his
arms around the boy's body, and bringing one hand down to
hold the boy's penis and balls, he bucked his hips at full
speed, with rutting lust, fucking hard and fast.

The boy bore down hard with his ass muscle continuously,
making his hole as tight as possible for the man.

"Oh yeah!  Oh, shit... YEAH!" Draco cried out as the first
spurt of cum blasted from his cock, deep in the boy's guts.
The brutish thrusts continued as the waves of climax rushed
through the man, and bursts of hot semen continued to spew.

Finally, he was still.  The soldier hugged the boy tight;
the beating of Draco's heart thumping on the boy's back.
His cock, still imbedded inside the boy, trembled with
little aftershocks of orgasm, and the boy squeezed his anus
rhythmically in response.  Then the man pulled out,
uttering a contented sigh, and stood up.

He reached down and pulled the boy to his feet and clapped
him on the back.  "A good fuck, lad!  Now let's get some
more food for you.  Tell you what..." said Draco as he was
cutting off hunks of lamb and handing them to the boy.
"Let's get a plate of this meat, and then we'll see if
any of the nearby cook fires have some barley mush left
over... and get you a goblet of wine too!"

Though he didn't understand a word, the boy smiled joyfully
and rubbed his stomach.

"You'll sleep in my tent tonight, and we'll have us some
more fun.  I have at least two more cums in me before I
sleep."

The boy gave the man a hug, as a trail of fluid leaked out
of his well-fucked asshole and down his thigh.  He pressed
his face against the soldier's chest and prayed silently to
the god Ahura that this strong young foreigner would allow
him stay for the night and give him a morning meal... and
maybe even become his new master, now that his old master
was dead.


The End.
Like it? Want more stories of soldiers and boys? Got some
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