Date: Fri, 30 May 2003 12:10:13 EDT
From: Manbklyn11218@aol.com
Subject: WINTER MANEUVERS  BY: MISCHA KOSOV

WINTER MANEUVERS
February 1954


Today it was bitter. The ground was covered with 10 inches of snow and ice,
the temperature was 12 Degrees F. and falling, and more high-wind blizzards
were expected over the next few days.

Our 50th Field Artillery Battalion was scheduled to pull out the next
morning for winter maneuvers near the German--Czechoslovakian border. The
plan was to practice with our long-range howitzers on a special firing
range. It was also spacious enough to test fire our new prototype atomic
canon for distance and accuracy. The attached warhead for the atomic canon
was high explosives, not nuclear. Thank goodness, I didn't want to become
sterile just to make some general happy for having an atomic orgasm.

My battery was stationed just outside of Munich. Elite SS Troops formally
occupied our permanent barracks, so our living facilities were quite
elegant with hardwood floors, individual bedrooms for two GI 's with a
separate tiled shower and a beautiful dining hall where we were served by
German civilians and we never cleaned a table, washed a pot or
dish. Germany was still under Allied/US occupation, so we got the best of
what Deutschland had to offer. To the victors go the spoils of war. History
never changes.

This was high class soldering, but looking forward to a winter military
exercise was not good news. I was 23 years old, 5' 8", 140 pounds and a
pretty good-looking guy just out of college. At this time my army duty was
Battery clerk-a secretary of sorts. I typed all daily reports, kept
military logs for the captain and sent pertinent information to the
headquarters battery.  Not a bad job for man who couldn't type.

Prior to this assignment, I was the captain's personal driver. What a shit
job--carrying his gear, waking him up, and driving him to where ever he
wanted to go at his whim. In other words, I was his personal lackey. I
wasn't paid enough military script to do all this crap for any man -- let
alone a confederate, good-old-boy, bigoted, career captain.

How do you get out of such a crap job? In the army you had to be very
direct and prove immediately you did a particular job like a total
idiot. At least I was a smart idiot and on an overnight drill in the German
Black Forest, I intentionally drove the captain's jeep off a dirt road and
into a ditch---a very precise maneuver and I pulled it off!

With the engine stalled, his cunt cap sitting cock-eyed on his head and
spit drooling down his chin, the shaken, pissed off officer yelled, "
Private Kosov, you're not a very good driver, are you?"

"You're totally right sir. Driving is not my best skill, sir."

"Well, Kosov-by the way Kosov, where you from?" asked Captain Donley.

"Kansas, sir. For your information, sir, I had my driver's license revoked
for crashing into my state senator's car. I was 16 years old when that
happened, sir."

"Ok, buck private Kosov, and I hope you don't stay at that rank for you're
entire army tour, you're relived of your duty as my personal driver--right
now. Good luck buck private. Find a way back to the barracks in a troop
carrier and let Sergeant Blissett know you're no longer my driver. I'll
assign you to a new job when we get back to headquarters."

"Yes, sir and thank you, sir"

The last I heard was officer Donley mumbling to himself, "Oh shit, I just
got spit on my freshly pressed field pants. Glad I got rid of that
communist driver. Kosov-sounds Russian to me. I'll have to keep an eye on
him. Could be a spy. Now you never know who they will draft into the US
Army." He pulled his walkie-talkie out the back seat of the jeep and called
for help to get us towed out of the ditch.

So now you know how I became the clerk typist who didn't know how to
type. But I could hunt and peck pretty good and got the job done. My Master
Sergeant Blissett was always too drunk to know what was going on at anytime
or any place. So at this time, I was home free. At least the army didn't
have me by the short hairs.

My real job was to get out of the army as soon as possible and I was
working on that. By the way, I was not lying about hitting the state
senator's car- only his son was driving it. Both of our dads grounded us
for 6 weeks. As far as I was concerned, my driver's license had been
revoked.

It was mid-afternoon and I was in the motor pool helping out with jeep and
truck maintenance. We were changing oil, lubing the rear ends, topping off
the break fluid and most important, checking the anti-freeze in the
radiators. We didn't want any freeze-ups or busted engine blocks out in the
frigid field.

 I began talking with Sgt. Manny Gonzalez, our chief mess cook, and was
able to bum a ride in the morning to the firing range in his mess truck. It
was always nice to be close to food and heat-two very important things for
comfort and more importantly, survival. The army scared the shit out of
me. This severe German winter reminded me of the pictures I had seen of
corpses of German soldiers who starved and froze to death at the Russian
front. They were dead, rigid and silent. Not a very pretty picture.

I know that was extreme projecting, but in no way did I want to become a
frozen dinner for wild dogs or be recycled as new fertilizer for a grassy
battlefield. I was a realist because my father escaped the Czar's army in
pre-revolution Russia. He had the guts and savvy to make it to
America. Mischa Senior told me the smart soldier always watched out for
himself. I think he was right. But don't get me wrong, I watched out for my
buddies, too. I wasn't totally self-centered.

It was 4:00 PM and time to get back to the barracks. Cpl. Al Brandt,
otherwise known as Brandy, the soldier I shared my room with, was getting
ready to head back, so I jumped into his jeep. We had just become roommates
a few days ago, so we really didn't know each that well. Brandy was 24
years old, 5' 10, smart, well-built, handsome and had a jeep at his
disposal at all times because he was the battalion mail clerk. As far as I
was concerned, his job was the best in the army. The biggest morale booster
for soldiers was getting mail. Letters from girl friends and care packages
from mom, kept guys happy.

A few days ago a big, rough private in our battalion received a Dear John
letter from his Texas girlfriend. He was so upset; he started to kick down
the door to the mailroom. He got in and Brandy, a strong, well built
Chicago guy, busted the idiot's jaw for jumping on his ass for no good
reason. I'm sure nobody will try to get at Brandy again--he made his point
with a good right hook. Brandy got a reprimand-the other guy 30 days in the
stockade with a wired jaw.

To make this freezing day even worse, I was scheduled for guard duty
tonight. Marching around the gasoline dump was going to be no pleasure. It
was at the north end of the base and wide open. Sub-zero, howling winds
blasted into this area and made it almost unbearable. So I would prepare
myself by wearing two pairs of long johns, two pairs of wool field sox,
artic boots and a ski mask I would also take a large thermos of very hot
coffee to keep my insides warm. I did not look forward to being on guard
duty for 4 hours.

I was a mess from working at the motor pool garage, so I needed to take a
nice hot shower to get clean and warm up. Brandy made it into the shower
first, so while I was waiting for him to finish, I was shaving at the sink
next to the shower.

"Brandy, how's your hand doing after the fight?" I called out over the
sound of the running water.

"Still a little sore, but it's going to be fine. That Texas guy turned into
some nut case. Women can drive a man to do very strange shit. But I guess's
he was not too bad, I got a note from him and he asked me to visit him at
the stockade. I did and he apologized to me for losing it. I accepted it
and also spoke to the Commanding officer to see if he could let him out of
confinement early. I explained how the man was emotionally upset and lost
control. He said he at least think about reducing the punishment."

"That was being a nice guy. I admire that quality in a man. We all have
things we've done that we hope we'll be forgiven for."

"Yeah, you're right" Brandy shut off the shower opened the curtain and
stepped out. "Can you hand me that towel, Mischa."

 "Sure"

I reached for his towel, turned around and saw Brandy standing naked right
in front of me. Like most men, I looked down to see his cock--you know, to
see how big it was and compare it to my own cock. I have a nice one at 7
inches, but Brandy's was just magnificent-a good 6 inches soft. It was just
perfect with a large mushroom head and big, round, hanging balls. What a
monster it must b e when it got hard.

 I was naked and facing him full front and my cock began to stir. I felt
embarrassed starring at him and didn't want to give away how turned on I
was by getting hard right on the spot. I wasn't gay, but I admired a nice
cock and had a few man-to-man sexual experiences in my life. I must admit I
was excited looking at such a beautiful piece of manhood.

Brandy couldn't help but notice I was obviously eyeballing his dick. He
didn't say anything, but took the towel from me and started to slowly dry
himself. He just looked at me and then erotically moved the towel around
his body. First, he did his chest and left his cock uncovered, He toweled
under his arms and his shoulders. I noticed his cock was beginning to grow
ever so slightly. The hunk was putting on a show for me by sexually
tantalizing me. He moved to the lower part of his body and began to dry his
cock and balls. My cock was starting to grow. I couldn't stop it. It had a
sexual life of its own. He continued to work his pubic area and then
dropped his towel and reached for his cock and started to slowly stroke
it. I was so wound up my heart started to beat faster. I was awestruck as I
watched him work his sweet meat.

"Mischa, do you like what you see."

"Brandy, your cock is magnificent."

By now it was almost fully hard.

"Would you like to touch it?"

"Oh yes."

Fortunately, I had washed my hands to remove the grease and they were
clean. I would not want to soil such a work of phallic beauty. Brandy moved
a few steps towards me and his thigh was touching mine. His hands went to
my ass and he squeezed both cheeks. A couple of his fingers slid up and
down my crack. One finger slipped in and he wiggled it on the pucker of my
anus. This guy had my number and my 7-inch boner was resting on his
muscular thigh. He took my hand and moved it towards his cock.

"This is for you," and he placed my hand on his now fully erect cock.

I couldn't believe what was happening now. I'm sure Brandy was not gay
either, but here we were standing next to each fully naked and hard.  I
wrapped my fingers around the head of his hot cock. It was gorgeous. What a
glorious feeling to touch it-to massage it--to feel his manhood.  Now at
full mast, his cock must have been 8 inches or more. I felt the Precum on
the tip with my fingers; I rolled the slick juice around the large cut
head. With that movement, the head got even bigger and Brandy began to
breathe harder and moan quietly.

I took his whole prick into my hand and started to stoke him up and down,
slowly at first and then a little faster. I took my other hand and gently
squeezed his balls. He bucked a bit and started to hump my fist. I held his
lusting cock like a golden horn on a cowboy's saddle. I let Brandy fuck my
hand for the moment-he was getting so hot --he leaned down and placed his
lips on mine and kissed me softly-then drove his tongue into my mouth and I
sucked in his hot, darting tongue. This was the beginning of some great
sex.

He broke off the kiss and said, "Take a quick shower and then come into the
bedroom. Let's get into my bed for some more fun. OK?"

"Just give me a minute and I'll be right in. "

I swiftly washed my entire body and scrubbed my asshole so it became an
immaculate reception zone. I wanted my body to be the temple for Brandy's
sexual pleasure, and of course, mine, too. I finished the shower, wrapped a
towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom ready for more.

Brandy had locked the door, pulled down all the window shades, threw back
the covers on his bed, lit a candle and was playing some mood music on his
record player. I was ready--he was ready. I dropped my towel and slid into
his bed next to his warm body. He pulled up the covers, put his arms around
me, embraced me and then kissed me fully on the lips. We flowed completely
into each other and became two male sex machines. I was ready to open my
virgin rumble seat to his 8-cylinder power.  I had never thought about
getting fucked in my life, but this moment was different. I wanted his big
cock up my ass-no matter what.

Suddenly, my mind snapped on again-- it was time for a reality check. We
could both get into serious trouble for having man-to-man sex in the army,
and I said,

"Brandy, aren't we taking a big risk for having sex together? I don't mean
disease-wise, but being discovered together like this?"

He was silent for a moment and answered, "Mischa, we must agree that what
we do together is strictly between us. Nobody must find out and we'll tell
nobody about it. NOONE! You understand."

"Yes, Brandy. This is our secret and our bond to each other."

He leaned over and we sealed our agreement with a passionate kiss. As smart
as we both were, our minds didn't rule what we were doing-it was our hard
cocks.

We had about an hour before chow and I would also have plenty of time to
get dressed and ready for guard duty, so we didn't have to rush our sex.

For the next few minutes we just cuddled and kissed. Our bodies were welded
as one--our cocks were pressed together--our hands and mouths caressed all
our erotic zones--I wiggled my tongue in his ear--he kissed my chest and
sucked my nipples. Each one became hard from his special attention.

 I moved down his body with my hands, held his big balls and twirled them
in my fingers. The more excited he got, the tighter his balls became. He
squeezed the cheeks of my butt-kneaded each bun so beautifully-slipped his
hands and fingers over the opening to my ass and finally lubricated the
fingers on his right hand with lotion and then pushed in his index finger
up my ass to the first knuckle.  My ass and body were on fire. I was
completely absorbed in this wonderful sexual moment as I held his monster
cock in my hand and stroked him.

His cock was so stiff and hot. I was normally an aggressive person, but the
cock size and the personality of Brandy overwhelmed me, so I became
submissive. Maybe in another male-to-male sex situation I would dominate,
but not with this beautiful man. At this instant I was willing to serve
him, so I pulled back the covers and got o top of him. I kissed his neck
and sucked on the skin gently. I slid my tongue down to his chest and
reached his well-developed pectorals. His nipples were getting erect as I
flicked the tip of my tongue onto each. They responded and grew hard in my
mouth as I sucked them. I nibbled and softly chewed on them.  I licked
around them and now moved my tongue down his stomach and found his navel
that was surrounded by a patch of light, soft, blond hair. He was an innie
and I put my twirling tongue into his sweet divot of flesh.

I flashed my tongue over his blond pubic hair that was surprisingly soft,
not coarse. As I used my tongue in as many ways as I could, I pinched his
nipples. Tweaking them with pressure, not to hurt them, but to excite
them. His pubic patch smelled all-man. I sniffed him and he was not funky
or foul. I licked his balls and rolled my tongue back and close to his ass.

I spread his firm cheeks a let my tongue savor his ass. My tongue found his
anus and with some pressure, I was able to put it inside of his
asshole. Wow! He loved it and I did too. We were so attracted to each other
and we were driving each other crazy.

"Oh Mischa! You got me so hot. This is the best. Suck me. Baby. Suck me
now!" He was panting--ready for my mouth.

I scooted down towards the lower part of his body and my mouth was just a
few inches from the head of his cock. I had sucked a cock once before, but
giving Brandy's beautiful cock a blowjob was going to something special. I
lifted his cock and brought it towards my lips--I opened my mouth a little
and started to slosh my tongue over the head--I tasted his precum-such a
primal flavor-it reminded me of the juices from a freshly, seared steak-I
began to take the whole head into my mouth-now I was completely sucking the
spongy head-my cheeks began to bulge--I had to breathe through my nose-- I
had to learn more about cock sucking-- I continued to practice and then
paused and asked,

" Brandy, tell what you'd like me to do for your cock and I'll do it."

"You're doing great. Just take more of my cock into your mouth and play
with my balls as you suck. I love that."

"My pleasure."


I went back to his cock and started licking the head. My saliva made it
very slick. Then I took my tongue and started to slide it up and down the
sides and all the way down to his balls. I licked his balls and sucked on
each one very gently. I was ready to take as much of his cock into my mouth
as I could. I opened wide and slowly brought in 3 inches and sucked Brandy
harder. I pushed my head down further and now 5 inches of luscious cock was
in my mouth. I rested a bit and slid down further on his rigid meat as I
played with his balls. I finger-played with his testicles and sucked him as
deep as I could. Up and down on his cock---a little faster. I was really
beginning to enjoy being a cocksucker. I sucked faster and took his cock
into my hand and jerked him each time I brought my mouth to the top of his
shaft. Up-down-up-down ...my mouth worked him---my finger rolled his
balls-Brandy was bucking-was he getting close to cuming? I just kept
sucking.

"Mischa, Mischa " he said as he pulled his wet cock out of my mouth. "That
was beautiful, but now it's time to fuck your beautiful ass"

He took hold of my hips and turned me. Now his monster cock was lined up
with my rear. He put his hands on both of my buns and began to massage
them. Round and round with each hand-it felt so good.  He stopped for a
moment and reached for a bottle of lube on his night table. He poured a big
glob into his hands and lubricated his dick. The he poured more into his
hands. It reminded me of the trucks we had worked on earlier in the
afternoon-we greased them up, too. Now it was my turn to get greased up and
get my ass ready for sexual maneuvers.

Brandy worked with both of his hand as he parted my cheeks and spread
lotion all over my crack and then he slipped one finger in, then two and
finally three finger into my asshole. He worked his fingers inside of me-he
wanted to widen my chute so he could fit his big cock inside of me. I know
it wasn't going to easy, but I was going to do it.

"Mischa, relax, baby. You're doing just fine. We'll loosen you up and then
I can slip Tarzan inside of you."

"Tarzan? Who is Tarzan?"

"Not who, but what. I call my cock, Tarzan-the phallic king in the jungle
of men. I love comic books, so I've been influenced by fantasy ever since I
was a little kid."

I was impressed. I let out a muted Tarzan jungle call and then said. Ok, as
long as it's the only cock fucking my ass. I don't want your friend Cheetah
to get in on the act, too.

Brandy laughed and let out his muted jungle call, too. "Here's to wild ass
fucking!"

 He proceeded to place the tip of his hard, slick cock on my crack and
began to maneuver the head towards my opening. Maneuver-just can't get away
from the army lingo. Oh, well.

"Please, take it easy, buddy. I hope it won't hurt too much.

"It won't. I'll be very gentle. I don't have to rush this."

To make the real fucking go easier, Brandy reached into the drawer of his
bed table and pulled out a vibrating dildo. He put some lotion on the toy
and turned it on, Hmmmmmm......Hmmmmmmm. He placed the toy right on the tip
of my anus and slowly started work it in. There was a little plopping sound
as the tip of the vibrator slipped in. That was some sensation. Brandy kept
moving the toy in and out and each time he put it in a little deeper. After
each new penetration my ass got hotter. I finally felt Brandy's fist
parting my cheeks. The 6-inch dildo was all the way in. He slowly slid the
entire dildo out of my ass and shut it off.

He patted me on my butt and said, "That should be better. Now you're ready
for the real thing."

He put more lubricant in my asshole and then gently pushed his cock
forward. The head rested on my asshole and Brandy put both of his hands on
my hips. He pulled me back towards him and pushed forward at the same
time. He was working to get the big head into my ass. Finally the pucker
opened and his knob was easing into my asshole.

"Oh Brandy, the head is slipping in--more, please give me more of it."

With that encouragement, he pushed harder and another inch of his dick was
inside of me. He started to me fuck me-back and forth-back and forth and
more of his cock was penetrating my rumble seat. He began to pump faster
and deeper.

"Brandy, God Damn it! It's wonderful. I've never felt anything like
it. Fuck buddy, fuck me good."

"Yeah Mischa, it's good/ I love your hot ass. I love it! Oh yeah."

He was now really fucking me and my cock was hard and my ass was full of
hot meat. I jerked myself as he fucked faster and faster-deeper and
deeper. I moaned-I had to control myself so I wouldn't scream.

"Mischa, Mischa-I going to cum!" He pumped with full force and held my
hips. His sweaty pelvis collided with my butt. He held me tight or he would
have bucked me right off of him. He fucked me so deep-- then he
exploded. Cum shot into my insides. It was hot lava. My ass sucked in his
cream as sweat rolled off my body. His body kept contracting as more cum
flowed into me.

"Oh Mischa, your fucking ass is amazing-just the fucking best!"

His cock began to soften and he pulled it out of my ass. I could feel the
cum oozing out and rolling down the back of my thighs. I jerk my rock-hard
cock and in a few moments I shot a geyser cum onto my chest.

"Oh, oh. I'm exhausted from pleasure."

I leaned over and gave Brandy a hot kiss and suggested we shower.  together
and go to dinner. We finished and got dressed-I put on all my heavy winter
gear for guard duty.

I spoke to Manny, the cook, and told him I had another ride to the practice
range in the morning. Of course, I was going to ride with Brandy and I got
permission from Sgt. Blissett to do so. While Brandy was shifting gears on
the autobahn, I could hand-shift his stick and practice to get it hard and
ready for our special maneuvers at the firing range. I know what he'll be
shooting and I couldn't wait to taste it.

While walking my guard post, Sgt. Blissett drove by in his jeep and asked,

"Private Kosov, are you keeping warm?"

"Yeah Sergeant, my ass is as warm as toast. "

"Take care, Kosov. You only have one more hour to complete."

"Thanks, Sarge."

He drove off and my thoughts went back to my fantastic sex with Brandy.
Thinking about that would keep me very warm for the next hour and for the
rest of the winter, too.