Date: Tue, 06 Feb 2007 15:44:54 -0800 From: Jingjok Subject: War Sux War Sux by Jingjok ===== WARNING: The following story contains depictions of explicit sexual activity. If the laws of your jurisdiction don't permit you to view this story, please leave here at once and go where you can learn how to work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you're offended by such material, please seek psychiatric counseling to discuss why you're here in the first place. On the other hand, if you simply don't care for the type of action indicated by the story codes, well, have a nice day. gay, military, interracial, teen mm anal CAUTION: expletives not deleted DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or places is coincidental. All of the parts in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and disguise. HEALTH WARNING: This story is set in a time of less dangerous STDs. Readers are encouraged to always protect themselves against disease. APOLOGIA: The vocabulary of the protagonist is as the author imagines he might have spoken in the situation, and no offense is intended. The events depicted here are set in a time and place that may be painful for some readers to recall. If this story seems superficial against such a serious backdrop and causes offense to anyone, I humbly beg you to consider my apology. ===== I didn't know where the fuck my squad was. I was out there alone in the friggin' jungle and I needed to find my base camp. I stopped in the shadow of a tree and looked into the clearing ahead. There was a small stream running through it. In the middle of the water, a skinny, young gook was rubbing soap on his chest. What the fuck? He could be a local farm kid. More likely a VC. I should've just given him half a clip from my rifle and got out of there. Bad idea. If he was VC, the noise would bring his buddies down on me like a flock of crows. Shit. He wasn't a threat. He hadn't seen me. I should've just walked away into the jungle and left him to his bath. Who can say why I walked out into that clearing, keeping my rifle pointed toward him. His face looked like a frightened deer when he spotted me. His eyes were wide and white, with a soft black spot in the middle. He dropped a bar of soap and held his hands away from his body, showing me his empty palms. Maybe it was just the cold water, but his cock and balls looked smaller than when I first spotted him. I looked the kid over: smooth, his honey-colored skin glistened with drops of water. He wasn't as skinny as I thought. Trim, tight muscles in his chest. Wiry arms. He could probably give away a few pounds in a fight. Not against me, though. I was a head taller and probably had thirty pounds on him. Where was his stuff? Too much brush on the other bank. Had to be around somewhere on this side. I kept my rifle on him, while my eyes darted from him into the bushes. There it was: a glint of metal behind that shrub. An AK-47. A US Army issue web belt with a couple of grenades and a GI water canteen. A black shirt and black shorts. The kid was a fuckin' VC. I walked toward my young enemy, my rifle pointed at his belly. His mouth twitched as he tried to put a smile on his face. He moved a hand up and rubbed it over the small brown buttons on his chest. With the other hand, he waggled a finger at me. Beckoning me. His eyes were begging me. Calling me to strip off my gear and join him in the water. Shit. No fuckin' way. But the little bastard must have seen something in my eyes. His face stretched into a foolish grin, and his cock started to lengthen. I watched the shiny, brown head peek out of the soft sheath that was just a little darker than his thighs. And I felt my own dick move. The kid held his fists in the air by his shoulders. Then he flashed his fingers. Four times. Forty fingers. What the fuck? Then he poked his chest with a thumb and flashed his fingers again. Five and five, and then five and one. His age? Was he sixteen? I held my rifle between my legs and poked my own chest and flashed my fingers. Five and five and five and three. The kid grinned and nodded affirmatively. Communication established. Now how the hell could I ask him how many VC were in the bushes right behind me? Eighteen and sixteen - we were both a couple of kids. What the fuck were we doing out here in this stupid friggin' war? Why couldn't I just pull the naked little shit out of the water and take him back to Iowa and drag him upstairs to my bedroom? Or he could take me to his place. Somewhere around here was a grass-roofed hut with a swarm of naked, little kids outside teasing a water buffalo. And we could be inside on a grass mat, fucking our brains out. I motioned to the kid to move further out into the water. When he complied, I sat down on the grass and rested my rifle on my thigh, still pointing vaguely in his direction. I started to unlace my boots, tugging them off one by one. The boy in the water wore a smile like a kid who'd just stumbled onto the crash scene of Santa's sleigh. I laid my rifle on the ground and set my web belt beside it. When I stood up, I saw the boy lick his lips. I pulled off my fatigue shirt and pulled my olive-drab skivvy shirt over my head. Quickly, in case the kid made a move. His only movement was to pull on his cock, which stood straight and proud in front of his sparse patch of black hair. I dropped my fatigue pants and watched the boy's tongue flick out like a cobra. My dick had hardened and was sticking through the fly of my boxers. He appeared to like what he saw. I knew it was the craziest thing I'd ever done, but I shed my shorts and waded into the stream, unarmed and naked. The kid was breathing heavily as I approached him. I grasped his slippery body and turned us around, so I could watch when his buddies came to blow me away. He ducked into the stream; I barely flinched before he came out with a chunk of soap. We traded handfuls of suds; I lathered his tight, slick frame until his skin looked like peaches in whipped cream. He rubbed my thin patch of light brown chest hair until it was covered with froth and then pressed his face into it. When he pulled back, I puffed and blew the suds from his face and smashed my lips against his. He squirmed against me while my palm slid over the slippery globe of his ass. I jammed a soapy finger deep into his butt and he grunted with lust. He pushed me away and slithered his body around against mine until his firm bottom slapped wetly against my groin, cradling my hard shaft in the tight crevice between his cheeks. I pulled his flat belly while we both reached between us and guided my cock to his opening. He wriggled his ass and pressed back; the head slipped in, making us both groan. I would have waited, but he wanted it all. He reached back and tugged on my butt, squirming his slippery back against my chest and grinding his buns until my iron-hard rod was drilled deep into the bottom of his warm, slick hole. I gripped his dick and pulled him tight along my body, holding my cock buried inside him. My palm slid over his warm, slippery chest; my thumb played with the pebble of his nipple. He wriggled against me. I wanted just to hold him like that, stay close with him for the rest of my tour, and then some more. Screw the war. But I couldn't. His buddies, or mine, were going to come out of the bush. Either one would be bad news for both of us. We needed to get on with it. I gripped his narrow hips with both hands and began to stroke my cock in his hot, sexy channel. He spread his feet to open his ass and bent forward and rested his hands on his knees. I rocked our hips back and forth, bringing them slapping together to dig my dick into the depths of the kid's tight little tunnel. We were both moaning with pleasure; anyone anywhere near in the jungle probably could have heard us. A bunch of monkeys in the trees chattered like hawkers at a market, but I figured it was just us and them. I pumped and grunted; he squirmed and groaned. We knew the feeling was too good to last. I felt his dick pulse and watched a string of white cream fly out onto the water, where a fish broke the surface to snatch it. His tight, clutching ass hole milked my hard, throbbing cock; I felt my balls blast my sperm deep into his hot butt. I held him tight against me and jacked another couple of spurts of his gooey jism into the stream, while my own load flooded his hole. Finally I just grasped him close; we were both panting like exhausted sprinters. He turned his face up and I mashed his lips with mine. We held our kiss for more than a minute; I couldn't imagine how heaven could be better. The sudden flight of a flock of alarmed birds brought us back to reality. The monkeys had gone quiet. I pulled back from his face and scanned the bank; no sign of monkeys in black PJs. I looked into his tragic eyes and spun him around and clung to his slim body for a moment; the lithe muscles of his arms dented my back. Then I let him go and kissed him quickly on the lips. I groped in his armpit for a fistful of suds and washed my softening cock. I turned him again and backed toward the bank, knowing his face would tell me if there were anything behind me. He smeared soap over his skin and began to stroke his dick again. I retreated onto the grass and picked up my boxers. I almost threw them down and ran back into the water, but that would have been insanity. I never took my eyes from his sexy body as I pulled my clothes on over my wet skin, knowing the cool river water would soon be replaced by sweat from the steamy jungle. I tied my boots and stood up and put on my web belt. I held my rifle, pointing in the air now, and waved at the boy. His fist pumped, and he scrunched his face. I saw a spurt of white spunk fly from the head of his prick. He stroked and fired again. Then he slumped and looked at me, while cream dribbled down his dick; he smiled weakly and waved. I waved again and turned and walked into the brush. I tried to blank the memory of that once-in-a-lifetime experience from my mind, so I could stay alert and stay alive. Somehow, I found my squad again. ===== Back with my guys and out on patrol once more. The jungle night was filled with the sounds of crickets and frogs and God knows what else. I was almost asleep in my little nest when I heard the zipper of my mosquito net move. My eyes flew open and saw that big stupid grin on the kid's face. I looked around. His AK-47 and the belt with his grenades rested by my head. Didn't we have any sentries? Wake up, you stupid bastards. There's a VC in the camp, and he's gonna blow us all up and finish us off with a fucking machine gun. Maybe. Later. When he saw my eyes were open, the boy pulled his shirt over his head and wriggled out of his shorts. He climbed in through the opening in the net and snuggled his warm, naked body close to mine. I reached behind him to zip up the net. He tugged at my only garment, and I raised my hips so he could slide my GI boxers down my thighs. He bent his knee and pushed his foot against the hem and shoved my shorts down to my ankles. Then he pawed at them, like a puppy digging a hole, until I worked my ankles free. The kid wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his slim body. He pressed his lips onto mine, and we smeared our mouths together until our tongues met. Then we devoured each other like hungry piranhas. My arm snaked beneath his armpit until my hand could rub circles on the firm, smooth skin of his back. My other fingers kneaded the silky softness of his butt. He pulled at the small of my back and began to hump his cock against my belly. Fast and rough. His bony, smooth hip was rubbing over my own meat, but he'd shoot his load long before I was ready. What was he doing? If he just wanted to get off, he could have jacked off behind a bush somewhere. Sixteen. Probably already did that before breakfast and after lunch. The kid clutched me tight, and I felt his spunk spurt between our bellies. What a waste, I thought. Then, when his breathing had slowed a bit, he reached his hand between us and scooped up some of his cream. His hand moved behind him, and I figured it out: instant boy lube, in the handy take home dispenser. He smeared some of his sex juice on my hard prick, and then squirmed around and pressed his butt against me. I reached down and guided my prick to his slippery opening. I stirred it a bit until the head slipped inside him. He grunted and pushed himself backward onto my shaft. He wriggled and I shoved; when my dick was all the way inside him, I just held him against me, and nibbled on his ear, and listened to our hearts thump. He squirmed against my groin, and I stirred my cock inside him. I held him tightly; from time to time, I pulled back a little and plunged back into him. But I wasn't after sexual release; I just wanted to be close to the crazy, sexy boy whom fate had decreed to be my impossible enemy. Together we churned my rod in his hot, little hole. My palms rubbed his sweat-slick chest and his cum-sticky belly like a kid playing in a mud puddle. His slippery back wriggled against my chest, while his firm little butt ground onto my groin. I grasped his hard, slimy dick and stroked it slowly, wanting our time together never to end. But we were young and horny; we couldn't last. His tight, slick ass was milking my prick; my big cock felt too good to him in his butt. Trying to keep quiet, like mice stealing crumbs from a sink full of rattly pans, we huffed and wheezed as our lust mounted. My tortured balls squeezed out a blast of my sperm deep into his hot butt hole. I felt his dick pulse, and moved my fingers to the end to feel the spurt of his spunk. We both groaned involuntarily; then we lay frozen, shuddering in our passion and quaking with fear we'd been heard, while our young cocks throbbed and pumped their loads. When we caught our breath, we both knew he had to go. I reached around him and unzipped the net. He climbed out and pulled on his black garments over his sticky flesh. He would carry my sex smell into the night, and I would pray that his scent would linger on my skin until morning. Then was the moment of truth. Crouching by my tent was a uniformed VC with a rifle in one hand and a grenade in the other. My chest felt tight; it seemed as though I didn't dare breathe. Suddenly, silently, he was gone. Wait! I wanted to shout after him. Don't leave me alone here in this stupid war. Come back to me. My arms clutched the empty air where he had lain beside me. I used his creamy mess to jack myself off. Before dawn, I awakened and did it again. That time, after I came, I cried because I didn't know his name. ===== Postscript: That's it. There ain't no more to this friggin' story. Never saw the little fuck again. 'Cept in my dreams sometimes. War sux. ===== The end.