Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2001 07:41:08 -0800 (PST)
From: ts blue <tsblue_x@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life at the Front - Chapter 2

The following story is fiction and does not reflect
any true events.  However, the setting and time period
are true to life.  Each chapter alternates between two
seprate groups of soldiers and should be read in
order.

I would appreciate any feedback on this story.
Comments may be sent to tsblue_x@yahoo.com




C2

Miller looked at his watch, 7:07, a little less than
an hour and he was off duty until midnight.  Corporal
Miller, liked the Military Police, however, he didn't
like being on duty over night.  Miller reached the end
of his circuit, he turned around and watched the young
private disappear between two of the large duce and
half trucks.  Nice he thought another wayward grunt,
off to smoke or jack off out of site in the rows of
trucks.  None of his concern thought, his job was to
parole the fence line.

Sgt. Howard stopped and took out a cigarette, reached
for his lighter, then struck it to create a flame.  He
looked at the large trucks on either side of him.  One
of them would do nicely, he thought.  Each truck bed
was covered with a large canvas top, much like an old
west covered wagon, except the trucks canvas covers
were flat topped.  Howard listened again.  He could
have sworn he heard the crunch of gravel behind him.
He walked to the tail end of the trucks and looked
both ways, no one.  The Sgt. puffed on his cigarette
and walked down to the leading end again seeing no
one.  Howard opened the passenger door of the truck to
his left and moved the seat forward, there is what he
wanted, the blanket.  Next, he proceeded to the right
hand truck opening the drivers side door, then he
retrieved a second blanket.  He dropped the butt and
stepped on it as he proceeded to the tail end of the
large six wheeled trucks.  Grabbing the side rail, he
swung his 195lb body up into the back opening of the
canvas covered truck bed. Sgt. Howard stood five foot
six and one-half inches and was built like a tree.
Large thick arms and legs, he was barely contained by
his uniform.  Needless to say the man was solidly
built, sporting dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a
growth of beard that never seemed to go away, no
matter how often he shaved.  Howard, quickly untied
the canvas flap which was tied at the top of the truck
bed covering and let it fall.  Now the only light
filtering in came through the slits on the side of the
canvas flap.  He spread out both blankets one on top
of the other.  Turned around and sat down.  There it
was again the sound of crunching gravel; someone had
to be out there.  If they want to see what I'm up to,
fine, thought Howard.  He quickly removed his boots
and uniform, took off his under shit and shorts.
Sitting complete naked on the blankets Howard was
quite a specimen.  His burly arms and legs were
matched by his barrel chest.  He had thick hair just
about every where else save his back.  Sgt. Howard
scratched his large round balls and played with his
semi-hard dick.  His dick, like the rest of him was
built for width not length, it was cut with a dark
purple head.  Howard spread his legs and rubbed the
little monster, as he called it.  Then he saw it, the
sunlight streaming through gap in the tail gate canvas
piece and the wall flickered, he was being watched.
Rolling on his left side he lifted the edge where the
canvas met the truck side.  On the ground below he
could see a pair of boots and trousers.  He watched as
the trouser legs sagged, who ever it was, he thought,
had unbuttoned to have a little fun.  The Sgt. rolled
back and messaged his dick making it hard.  Then with
lightening reflexes he leaned forward threw back the
canvas and planted a burley hand on the shoulder of a
you private startling the young man, who's hands were
still wrapped around his own hard dick.

Private Wesser was scared shitless.  When the Sgt.
grabbed his shoulder he just about passed out.
`Who the hell are you?' asked Howard, in his Sgt's
growl.
`Pri... pri^Å private^Å.., stammered the frightened
young private.
Howard dragged him into the truck.  The Private tried
to scramble in on his own, however, his trousers fell
to his ankles tripping him up.  Like a lion, Howard
pulled him into his den.  By this time the Private was
white as a sheet and his cock had almost completely
retreated, like a turtle into its shell.
The Sgt. glowered at the young man.  `Well', he,
asked, `who the hell are you?'
In his best voice the young Privatte replied, `Pvt.
Wesser, 132nd Inf. Battalion, Sgt.'
`Why were you watching me?' asked Howard.
`I was curious what you were up to', said Wesser.  `I
watched you come in here the other day and today I
followed you'.
`You satisfied', said Sgt. Howard; `I come here to
whack my willie'.
Wesser smirked at the terminology.
`Don't laugh', the Sgt. commanded, `you seemed intent
to do yourself as well'.
Wesser blushed bright read.
Sgt. Howard looked at the mans bright red face and
asked, `have you ever jerked with another guy?'
Wesser again stammered, `no', he answered.
Howard reached over and untied Wesser's boots and
pulled them off, he continued until he pulled
Wessser's shorts over his feet.  The Pvt. was now
completely naked and Howard took in the young body.
Wesser was about five foot four, give or take, with
read hair on his head.  He had visible muscles, no
doubt from his army training; however, he was fairly
thin.  There were traces of red hair on his arms and
legs and a few sprouts on his chest, but the most
intriguing aspect to Howard was the solid red bush of
hair at his crotch.  The brightly colored forest
covered a nice pair of balls and a soft little dick of
about 2 ½ inches with a decent amount of girth.  Hard,
it must be about 6 ½ inches long Howard guessed.  `You
ever had a blowjob?', Howard asked.
`No', Wesser said looking at Howard's face and
blushing violently again.
`Well, your good Sgt. is going to teach you about
them.  Every soldier needs to be educated and you Pvt.
Wesser are going to learn first hand how good they
feel.'  Howard began touching Wesser's chest and
pinching his small nipples.
Wesser was surprised as his dick begin to harden at
Howard's touching of his body.  Wesser had only every
let his best friend Joey feel him up before.  This
felt better though, he trusted the big hairy Sgt.
Howard scooted closer pressing his now hard prick into
Wesser's thigh.
Wesser found he liked this.
Howard's hands continued to roam over the young man's
body until one came to rest on his swollen cock.
Howard felt Wesser flinch as he touched his purple
cock head, he could feel the Pvt's breathing increase.
 Howard leaned over and began to tease the boys
throbbing dick head with his tongue.  A small amount
of cum immediately presented itself.  Howard took it
in and could barley resist going down on the young
private.  Wesser lay back as Howard sucked each of his
balls and caressed the inside of his thighs.  Howard
then worked his way up Wesser's body, stopping at each
nipple finally stopping at his mouth, hovering just
above his lips.
Wesser raised his head and kissed Howard.
Sgt. Howard took him in his arms and rolled onto his
back.
Wesser found himself on top of the Sgt. there dicks
pressed together.
Howard then rotated the boy around and took his young
cock into his mouth.
Wesser was pleased by this new sensation and began to
rock his hips.  `Wow!', he gasped as he fucked the
Sgt's waiting mouth.  Wesser looked at the little
monster in front of him.  Tentatively he pulled the
foreskin back and ran his tongue around the head.  He
felt the Howard shudder as he did so.  Then he began
to copy what the Sgt. was doing to him.  Slowly the
two rocked back and forth, each enjoying the
sensation.
Howard continued to caress Wesser's balls as he sucked
him off.  Then he stuck his right index finger in his
mouth.  Once the finger was sufficiently wet he began
to rub the tip against Wesser's untested hole.
Wesser had never imagined the tingly feel he was
experiencing as Howard stroked his ass and fingered
his hole.
Each time Howard pressed a little harder.  Finally,
the finger was sliding in and out.  Wesser could not
believe the sensation, every stroke made him want to
grunt with lust.  Howard continued to manipulate the
Private's ass, knowing full well that it would speed
up Wesser's climax.  But he wanted so badly to taste
the Pvt's and feel him spasm into his mouth.  `Here it
comes', he thought as Wesser's hips began to buck more
intensly.  Wesser had never experienced an orgasm
quite like this in his live.  The feeling of euphoria
was unexplainable to his mind, wave after wave of mind
numbing pleasure.  Howard took each eruption with
eager zeal, sucking harder after each discharge.
Wesser was sweating like a pig and his manly smell was
intoxicating to Howard, he never wanted to let the
Private go.
Wesser lay on top of Howard, spent and exhausted,
unable to move.  Howard's hard dick still in his
mouth.  Wesser blushed again embarrassed by his
orgasm, but he felt obligated to make the Sgt. cum as
well.  He continued to work the fat pulsating prick in
his mouth.  Then it happened, cum everywhere.  Wesser
had not anticipated Howard's eruption; some was in his
mouth, up his nose on his face.  He rolled off and
looked at Howard.  The Sgt. laughed then proceeded to
lick his cum from Wesser's face.
Pvt. Wesser hugged him and Howard kissed him on the
forehead, then whispered, `thanks' in his ear.
Wesser said `I love you' and held Howard as tight as
he could.

M.P. Cpl. Miller noticed the Sgt and the Pvt. come
walking from between the trucks together as he was
being relived from duty.  Quickly he followed the two,
'what had they been up doing', he wondered as he
watched them enter the mess tent.