Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2002 02:35:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exercise

Exercise (M/M, oral, anal)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to
end. The characters don't exist, and the things they
do, never happened.


"Halt! Who goes there?"

The guy was coming against me in plain sight, holding
his hands out to the sides, just like he was supposed
to.

"Friend!" he whispered. He came closer, and I saw it
was one of the young sergeants that just joined the
company, fresh out of his year's training. Probably no
more than 20, same as me.

"Foxtrot, Foxtrot", I told him.

He smiled at me. "Delta, Delta", he whispered, then
let his hands fall.

"Nice night, huh? Gotta go stretch my legs once in a
while. Been walking so long and hard I risk seizing up
if I stay still too long. Cramps. Not nice." He was
still whispering.

I nodded, just watching him. I liked watching him. He
looked nice.

"It's wonderful to be out on an exercise in the
summertime", he went on. "Only trouble is, I get so
horny. What's the point of having a private place
where I know I won't be disturbed, if I have to use it
alone?"

Another smile. I shrugged my shoulders, and he left,
looking back at me as he turned and vanished from
sight.

Ten minutes later, my relief came along. I was ready
for some shut-eye. Too bad about that sexy sergeant,
though.

I was approaching my tent, when I saw somebody
beckoning to me fifty yards or so away. Could it
be...?

It was. He was standing just outside one of the big
tents.

"Hi", he whispered, smiling sweetly. "Follow me!" He
walked past the tent, bent low under the branches of
some birch trees just behind it, turned sideways to
pass through some dense undergrowth and disappeared
again. I followed, and found myself in a neat little
place. It was almost like a tiny cave, only with holes
in the ceiling, where the sky could be glimpsed
through the branches of the trees. There wasn't a lot
of surface, but it was smooth and big enough for the
canvas he had put on it. Like a bed.

He pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue entering
my mouth briefly as he ground his crotch against mine.
He was hard. I could feel it. I was hard, too.

Pulling his head back, he smiled at me again, then
sank to his knees. He was quick, and in fifteen
seconds, my jacket was opened, my suspenders loosened,
and the uniform pants had joined my briefs down by my
knees. He sniffed me, then took me in. I gasped at the
feeling of instant warmth and moisture, the softness
of his oral cavity and of the tongue caressing the
underside of my shaft.

He bobbed on my cock for a short while, coating it
with his saliva. He got to his feet, only to lay down
again on his stomach, his ass and the back of his
thighs exposed.

"Take me!" His whisper was soft and urgent. Pleading
and insistent.

I manouvered myself into position, and put a finger on
his hole. That was wet, too. My dick found his
entrance without difficulty, and began sliding in. He
opened up easily. Didn't moan, either. Maybe it was
because there was no pain. Or maybe he had just taken
a lot of cocks up there before.

I entered all the way in one slow movement, then
stopped. He clenched his ass round me, then thrust up
against me, impatient for me to fuck him.

I began drilling him slowly. Only his breathing told
me how much he enjoyed it. That, and the half-smile I
could see on his face.

After a while, he began turning over on his side. A
little awkwardly, I followed. It was harder work,
thrusting my cock inside him in this position. But
sexier. Rougher, more manly, somehow. Plus, it made it
easier for him to pull on his.

I pushed harder, letting my hands glide under his
shirt, up the smooth, hot skin, to his erect nipples.
I squeezed them, this time getting a groan out of him.

I fucked harder still. I was getting close now, and
animal instincts were taking over. My balls were
riding the shaft, like they wanted to be inside him,
too. Clenching my teeth, I gave one mighty shove, then
another, and on the third, I unloosed. With every last
bit of my cock-shaft buried up his bowels, I showered
his insides with my offering. It was like all the
desire born of watching young soldiers in and out of
clothes for four months, longing to be with them, to
share myself, yet not daring to approach them; like
all of that shot out of me, drenching his insides. I
don't know if I made any noise. If I did, I don't
think he heard it. He was busy offering quite a bit of
himself, too.

I began pulling out, but he stopped me.

"Don't! Not yet. I wanna feel it. It's been a while."

It was sweet, just laying there, so close, my dick
still inside him, letting the orgasm subside.

Eventually, we had to end it. He asked me how long I
had left to serve. I told him eight months, and he
smiled wider than before. We went our separate ways,
knowing we would be in close, daily proximity for a
long time yet.



This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002.
All rights reserved.

Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can
mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com