|And We Struggle On...:
"Let Slip the Dogs of War"
is a fictional story, describing erotic relations between consenting adult
men. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if it is illegal for you to read
something like this, then go find something else to do.
The following story is entirely a work of fiction, and is not intended to imply anything about any real people. All of the characters in the story are fictional, and must not be confused with any real people. The characters in this story may have the same names as some real people, but the characters are in no way supposed to actually represent any real people.
A word from Scoop: I'm sorry this has taken so long, but things
have been a bit hectic over the last few months. Now let's see if I can
remember where I left off. Ah yes...
William rolled to his right, hitting
the tree stump hard with his shoulder. He heard the pop but didn't have
time to consider the pain: a shell ignited only fifteen meters to his
"Thank you Mrs. Blake. Very nice decor."
"Thank you Mr. Littrell, I decorated myself."
"You did a marvelous job."
"Again thank you. However I did not send the chief of world security to find the two of you just to talk decor. I'm sure you've been following what's happened?"
"Yes ma'am," replied Jeff.
"And what are your impressions of the situation."
"We see it as the return of the Resistance. The fact that they call themselves the Avengers leads us to believe that our lives are in danger."
"I would have thought that you'd think everyone's lives were in danger."
"Well yes ma'am, but what Jeff meant was that, since we lead the forces that ended the Resistance, we believe that we will be a prime target."
"I see. Rather brash don't you think? Thinking yourselves so important that this is all about you."
"We didn't say it was all about us. We just said we feel we may be a target."
"Still I think - "
"OK Patricia, let's cut the crap shall we? Why did you bring us here? It's obviously not for our benefit."
Patricia Blake stared at Jeff hard enough to drill a hole in him. But he returned her gaze with equal force. I was seeing the Jeff of old returning within him. Boy was it turning me on.
"Fine. To make a long story short... I need your help. I've never had to deal with combat before, the two of you have. In actuality, you are the only two people to actually have to deal with making top-level combat decisions in the last 20 years or so."
"Well then why didn't you just say it instead of putting us down so much?"
"I don't know, it just didn't happen that way I guess."
"Ahh. Wil, what do you think?"
"I say we help her. Help the world."
"And you, Mr. Taylor?" Jeff and Patricia shared another glare.
"I'm with my husband. We'll help."
Mrs. Blake sighed and smiled, albeit a weak one. "Thank you gentlemen, on behalf of the world. It is getting late and I'm sure you've had enough travel for one day. Captain Richards will show you to your room. Good night."
"Good night," I replied while Jeff just turned and walked out of the room.
"I asked what you were thinking about."
"Yeah right Jeff. You've been sitting there for 10 minutes and you've barely blinked. I know when something is on your mind, and I can see that something is on your mind."
"It's nothing. I'm just thinking of this really creepy dream that I had on the trip here."
I giggled. "I noticed you had fallen asleep. You looked too cute to wake so I just left you alone."
There was a short silence as I waited for Jeff to tell me what his dream was about. I usually didn't have to wait to find out these things. We had always shared stuff like that openly. This was new to me.
"You going to tell me, or do I have to guess?"
"Well, it was weird. It was about you."
"Awww, that's so sweet."
"No, no it wasn't. You were being chased by a group of soldiers during some kind of big battle. Everything was a mess. The trees were all gone, the ground was nothing but battle scared mud hills, the atmosphere was filthy. Really bad place."
"Sounds nasty. So what happened? Did I win?"
"No, you were tracked down and... and shot to death."
"OK, that's creepy."
"But the worst part was that... it was... it..."
"Jeff... what's wrong? What was it?"
Jeff started to cry. He had been so disturbed by his dream. It scared him to think of Wil dying, but to die at his own hands; that was just too much.
I put my arms around Jeff and pulled him into a hug, gently caressing his back as he cried. I didn't want to probe him for details. Jeff would tell me when he was ready.
"It was my fault."
"What? How was it your fault?"
"It was. I was in charge of the troops. I was hunting you down. I walked up to you when you surrendered, I took off my mask, and when you screamed... I had them shoot you. Over and over and over and over."
"Jeff it was just a dream. Don't worry about it, don't let it bother you so much."
"I know it was just a dream, but... it hurt so much to wake up and think back at how I - it seemed so real. I don't want to lose you."
"You're not going to lose me Jeff. Never. That's a promise." I could feel the color drain from my face and I know I had turned very pale after Jeff had described the rest the dream. I wasn't scared of Jeff having me killed. No, what bothered me was the memory of how only 5 short years ago I had almost lost him. The memories came flooding back all too easy. They were memories that I just did not want but realized that I'm not going to get rid of.
"Can we go to bed now. I'm tired."
"Yeah. Sure we can baby. Whatever you want." I let go of my beloved and got the bed ready. I pulled back the covers and fluffed the pillows. Suddenly, I was struck with a strong feeling of deja vu.
"Hey Jeff, do you notice anything about this room?"
Jeff looked around at the decor, then the layout of the room itself. "Yeah. Now that you mention it, I do. Could this be - nah. It's not."
"No, I think it is. This used to be our bedroom when we lived here."
"No way. They had to redo all the Ottawa buildings for security, a lot of the rooms were either resized or removed. How could ours have been untouched. No, it can't be ours."
"Well there's one way to find out." I pulled the bed from the wall and looked to where the headboard had been against the wall. "I'll be damned. This is our room, just take a look."
Jeff walked over to look behind the bed. Sure enough, there was the big dent in the wall from when we had accidentally put the headboard through it during a rather heated night of passion.
"I don't get it," said Jeff. "Why would they redesign this whole wing yet leave our room untouched."
"I don't know. They didn't even fix this whole in the wall. That's just too weird."
"Hmmm, I'm going to check into this in the morning. But right now, let's just get some sleep."
Jeff stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. I repeated his actions, snuggling up close to my husband. I wrapped my arms around Jeff and held him from behind, feeling the gentle rhythm of my own heart as it reverberated off Jeff's back. The travel and stress of the day soon took affect, and Jeff drifted off to sleep. I kissed him on the back of his neck and settled under the covers a bit more as I felt myself begin to drift off. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is Jeff pushing back on me a bit more, trying to get even closer. I had to smile and hug my soulmate even tighter as I too entered a peaceful sleep.
What? That doesn't sound right. I looked around the giant auditorium at the rest of the audience. They were all standing and waving and clapping. But they were waving and clapping at me. What the hell?
"Wil. Wil? Wil! You awake?"
I sat bolt upright in bed. It took me a second to realized that it was Jeff trying to wake me that interrupted my dream. "I guess I am now. You interrupted my favorite dream Jeff."
"The one where the Backstreet Boys one pop artists of the year for the fifth time?"
"Sorry, but I have something a little more important to talk to you about than your grandfather's band."
"Hey, my grandfather's money that he made from that band is what allowed us to meet in the first place. The Littrell fortune allowed me to afford to go to college. The college where I met you and fell in love."
"I know that, but right now I need you to help me figure something out."
"Well," said Jeff as he sat up beside me," I was just considering a few things. For one, why did Pat Blake get so offensive with us?"
"I don't know. Maybe she didn't like having to call us for help. She is a rather strong individual. Guess her pride took a shot."
"Yeah OK, that's what I was thinking. Mind you this isn't a very good position for her if she is going to let pride get the better of her."
"No that it isn't. What else is bothering you?"
"I've been thinking about this ever since you went to sleep."
"Wait. Ever since I went to sleep? You went to sleep before I did."
"Yeah, but I woke up when you kissed me."
I blushed, not really knowing why. "Sorry."
"S'ok. Anyway, I've been trying to figure out why this room hasn't been touched. The entire wing was redesigned. There had to be a reason why our room wasn't touched."
I pondered the idea for a little bit, but the thought of going back to sleep got the better of me. "I think you're putting too much into this. For all we know they may be giving daily tours of this place with the dent in the wall as one of the big attractions. We might be woke up in the morning by camera flashes."
Jeff looked at me then laughed. "OK, I guess I could be overanalyzing everything, but being back here kinda does that to me. Must be the job calling out to me again."
"Could be. You know what this place does to me?"
"Makes me horny."
Jeff laughed out loud. I shushed him, afraid a guard would come running. "So tell me baby... do I make you horny? Do I make you randy baby, ye-ah?"
Jeff laid back down on the bed, laughing uncontrollably. Well he more fell on the bed than anything else. I was trying my best to suppress a giggle. Seeing Jeff laying there, his face looking so cheerful and cute, his naked chest still as firm at 29 as it had been 5 years ago before he was shot (did I forget to mention that we were the youngest world rulers in history. I'm only 28 myself.). I couldn't help myself. I attacked him.
I rolled over on top of him and held his arms down on the bed above his head. He stopped laughing almost immediately and looked me in the eyes. I could see my passion mirrored in his gaze.
I slowly leaned forward and kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, soft yet loving. Just the feel of his lips to mine was mind blowing. I have no doubts in my mind that we were meant to be together.
Jeff rolled me over so that he was on top. I've always been amazed at how strong he is. Even with his arms held, he was able to roll us over easily. He doesn't have a massive frame either. His body is very slender. All his muscles are very well defined and very noticeable, but they aren't oversized at all. He has the perfect body.
He started going down, kissing my neck, grazing with his teeth every so often - he knows how much I love that. I could feel his hands heading down over my firm abdomen, feeling the ridges of my six-pack - we're both in great shape - on their way down to the waistband of my boxers and beyond.
Jeff was now licking and sucking at my very erect nipples. I moaned loudly at the sensation. Grabbing his shoulders I tried to push him further down. Jeff was unmoving and kept working at my left nipple. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his hands went inside my boxers and found what they had ultimately been looking for.
"Uh, yes... oh god. Ugh, Jeff!"
He came back up and kissed me hard. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and met it with my own. All too quickly he broke the kiss. I looked him in the eye for a reason, but the reason was all too clear.
"I need you in me Wil. I need to feel you fill me."
"I love you Jeff. With all my heart."
"I love you too Wil. Forever and ever."
With that he went straight down and pulled off my boxers. I closed my eyes and lifted myself to help him in his task. He must have been in a hurry because they never made it off over my feet. I heard a loud rip and opened my eyes in time to see the remnants of my boxers going across the room. I looked down to see Jeff looking up at me, his eyes full of animal lust and hunger. I nodded at him, urging him to continue.
I immediately felt the heat as his mouth surrounded my hard on As always he expertly lubed up my 7.5" tool and kept me near the edge while at the same time miles away. His tongue licked around the swelled head and in the slit. I started to wiggle around on the bed, unable to remain still at Jeff's masterful actions. He placed his hands on my chest and held me still.
I felt his nose against my pubes and the feeling of his throat as he expertly deep throated all I had to offer. My head was swimming. I was lost in a world of ecstasy and I never wanted to leave.
Jeff pulled back, keeping only the head in his mouth. He licked all around it, like you would a lollipop. I felt his teeth graze against the tip and it was surprisingly enjoyable. I moaned loudly and reached for one of his hands, finding it and locking my fingers in with his.
The only problem was, Jeff's expert workings was bringing me very close way too fast.
"Ugh, Jeff... gonna... ugh! Gonna cum baby!"
He stopped immediately and looked at me. "We don't want that. At least not yet."
Jeff looked back at my well lubed cock. He had done a very nice job getting me all nice and slippery for what was to come.
"So, are you ready?"
"I am, but what about you?"
"Don't worry about me. I've taken care of that."
He held up a tube of lube in his free hand. I was amazed. I hadn't even noticed he was doing anything else. Damn, he's good!
"Well, in that case, I'm ready when you are."
I leaned down for a quick kiss, only to be pushed back down against the bed. Jeff climbed on top of me, adjusting his position for my comfort (he's so sweet!). He reached behind me and took my hard, wet cock in his hand. I soon felt the head pushing against his tight yet well lubed opening.
Jeff sat down a little more and I could feel the head of my cock slip past the ring. I moaned at the sensation as Jeff let out a little gasp. Slowly, he sat down until I was completely buried inside of him. The look on both our faces was of pure ecstasy (or so I'm assuming since I can't see my own face; but trust me, I know what I was feeling.).
"Now, come here." I leaned up as best I could and Jeff leaned the rest of the way down to me. Our lips met in another deep, passionate kiss. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and amazingly he did the same to me. That was the first time yet that we've had our tongues in the others mouth at the same time. It was like we were trying to swallow each other.
Despite the attention I was paying to the operation of my mouth, I was able to notice that Jeff had started to lift himself off me. When just the tip was inside of him, he sank back down, equally as slowly. I shuddered and broke the kiss, a small string of mixed saliva still linked between us. I licked at it, as did Jeff, causing it to split between our two mouths.
Jeff lifted himself up again this time with his hands on my chest. I put my hands on his hips and held him. I didn't force him to move any faster, I just wanted more contact with him. A little faster this time he went back down. Then without pausing he slid pack up my hard pole.
The heat coming from him was amazing. After being married for almost 6 years I would have thought that he would be a bit lose, but Jeff's hot ass was as tight as ever, and I was loving it.
Up. Down. Faster. Faster still. I started to moan with each movement, wrapped up in the sensations that I was experiencing. Jeff too was starting to get louder. He started off silent then started making little grunting noises that I found cute. After a few minutes he was moaning as loud as I was and at the same times as me.
"I'm getting... close... baby.:
"Oh god! Give it to me Wil. Ram me hard!"
That was all I needed to hear. I flipped him backwards pulling my legs out from under him and placing his on my shoulders. I pulled out then rammed it back in fast and hard."
"Ooooohhh! Yes, harder, please!"
And I did. I pulled out and rammed it back in over and over, getting faster and harder each time. Jeff was just sprawled out on the bed, his arms stretched out and his head back. His legs were like jelly on my shoulder, quivering all over the place. I looked down to see long jets of cum squirting all over his chest and abs. His ass tightened up even more and I was barely able to keep from coming.
As Jeff's orgasm subsided, I kept blowing at his ass. He was moaning steadily now, eyes closed and mouth opened wide. Despite my efforts to delay, I felt that delightfully familiar sensation rising up my shaft.
"Oh god! Jeff I'm cumming."
"Yes! Fill me up!"
With one quick and final thrust I released my hot juices inside of him. Four, five, six, seven jets of cum shot into his ass. I could feel some of it working its way back down my shaft and down over my balls. My orgasm was the most intense I had had in the last two months at least. I collapsed on top of Jeff and continued to shake. He wrapped his arms around me loosely and held me as I came down from a most amazing high. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest and became a little worried. I soon reminded myself that Jeff was very strong and his heart could take it.
We laid there for several minutes getting our breath back. Jeff was rubbing his hands gently up and down over my back as I stroked his damp hair.
"That was - "
"Amazing," I finished.
"Think it could be the bedroom?"
"I don't think so. I think it was us. At least I hope it was us. But if this room did have something to do with it, I want to have it flown back to Costa Rica with us."
I laughed and kissed Jeff on the lips. I worked my way down, kissing at his neck, then down to his right nipple. I began to suck on it causing Jeff to take a quick breath.
I stopped and looked up at him. "Why not?"
Jeff looked puzzled for a second, then replied, "Yeah, why not."
I am Scoop, hear me type.
Word goes out to a friend of mine who happens to be the most talented
writer I have ever seen. He is the author of the masterpiece Justin's
Dark Angel. Check it out, it'll be worth the effort.