Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2003 11:47:42 EDT
From: TW
Subject: Night Exercise

     At age 15 I joined the School Cadet Corps, urged on by my friend
Pete Whicker.  I was drafted into the platoon where his elder brother was
the Sergeant.  Everyone knew him as 'Thicky Whicker'.  In my innocence I
couldn't understand why - he seemed perfectly intelligent to me.      We
were issued with 2 sets of uniform, battledress and khaki denim.  The
denims had one peculiarity - French pockets (a slit pocket that went
right through the denims at the hip to whatever was underneath).
After a few weeks really boring drilling, our officer (one of the
teachers) decided we needed livening up and told us that we would have a
night exercise the next time - denim order.  We paraded for inspection on
a summer evening about 9 p.m., just as it was beginning to get dusk.
Sergeant Thicky Whicker took his time checking our uniform and
backpacks.  I was the last guy in the rear rank.
     When he got to me he said, "I don't think you've got your backpack
quite right, soldier," and started fiddling with the straps.  I stood to
attention and let him get on with it.  Suddenly I felt something that
almost made me gasp aloud.  His left hand was fussing over my backpack
straps, but his warm right hand had slipped into my French pocket, and
was creeping across the front of my briefs.  At age 15, I had
hair-trigger reactions (no bad thing in a cadet), and was 'presenting
arms' almost instantaneously.      I don't know how long we stood there.
All my consciousness was focused on the Sergeant's hand which had now got
to its objective and was gently and rhythmically stroking my throbbing
hot 10" cock, pointing skywards, through the cotton material of my
briefs.  I became conscious too of something hard pressing against my
thigh, and got the first inkling of why sergeant might be called
'thicky'.      A cough brought us back to reality, and the sergeant's
hand was whipped out of my French pocket.
     "All well, sergeant ?" asked Captain French.  Unnoticed by us he had
come to within a few feet of us.  What had he seen ?
     "Yessir! All in order" replied the Sergeant.  I admired his presence
of mind; apart from feeling an un-soldierly weakness at the knees, I was
nearly sure that I was leaking precum and hoped there was no telltale
patch spreading on the front of my denims.  A stifled giggle from Cadet
Pete Whicker, my friend and Sergeant's younger brother, showed that at
least one person had some inkling of what had been going on.      We
loaded into the bus for a 20 minute drive to the site of our exercise.  I
noticed that the Captain and Sergeant sat together at the front. Was this
just Service hierarchy, or was the Captain telling Thicky he had been
observed?  What had the rest of the night in store?      The bus brought
us eventually to a small road running along the side of a wood.  The
captain stood up and explained the exercise to us:  our Platoon would be
dropped in pairs at intervals along the wood and the other platoon would
be taken along the other side and dropped off.  Their aim would be to get
themselves back to the road without being observed by us.
     "The Sergeant and I will be referees,"  said Captain French.  "We'll
come and check each post at some point during the 3 hour exercise."
My platoon was dropped off in pairs, but we were an odd number and when
they got to me - the last - I was stationed on my own. It was a bit
creepy in the pitch black of the night-time wood, and after the first 10
minutes pretty boring just listening for noises and wondering if it was
other cadets creeping towards me.  It must have been an hour later that a
dark shape suddenly materialized beside me nearly scaring me out of my
wits.
      "Who goes there ?" I hissed.
     "Just your Sergeant, come to check your weapon..."      Suddenly his
hand, BOTH hands, were finding my French pockets. I heaved a deep
shuddering sigh as his hands dived in deep, stroking, fondling, pulling
me back against his chest. I could feel his ramrod cock again, but this
time poking between my boy buns that arched back to get the most of the
sensation through two pairs of briefs and denim trousers.  Meanwhile one
hand was cupping my balls in the pouch of my briefs and the other was
teasing my quivering rod.      As Sergeant Thicky fondled my hot rampant
cock through my thin cotton briefs I became intensely conscious of the
night around us. It was not just the wonderful feelings that caused me to
shiver with ecstasy in his arms, but the sounds and rustles in the dark
woods around us that played on my senses.  Instinctively I reached back
and found his French pockets and tremblingly began to explore.  He was 3
years older than I.  I could feel the rough stubble on his chin as he
nuzzled into the back of my neck, the wiry strength of his bush through
his briefs from which the massive hot rod sprang.  And all the time it
was rubbing against the sensitive crevice between my boy buns - why had I
never realized before how sensitive I was there?  Suddenly he withdrew
his hands and I felt bereft.  But the tide of my feelings turned as I
felt him fumbling with my belt in the dark, undoing it and gently pulling
down my denim trousers to my knees. The night air was chilly against the
heat of my thighs, and the wetness of the front of my briefs where I had
leaked a big patch of precum was cool.  Quickly Sergeant undid his own
belt and pulled down his trousers - now there were only two layers of
thin white cotton (looking down, my briefs looked almost luminous in the
dark) between our hot bodies.  I snuggled back against him, and felt his
big prick probing my bum with renewed urgency.  He was now stroking my
cock with his right hand and juggling my balls gently with his left.  O
God....I was going to cum.... nothing could keep me back now....!  At the
same time I felt his thrusts become even more frenzied, his breath gasped
and a hot wetness pulsed against the back of my briefs.  Six, seven times
we shot frantically, soaking the front of his briefs and the back and
front of mine with sweet man-cum - the scent was heavy in the darkness.
We clung to each other for what seemed an hour, then slowly, reluctantly
disentangled.  I felt the roughness of his unshaven cheek against my
boyish one as his lips searching for mine in the dark.  A quick kiss and
he was gone....for all I knew a whole platoon could have crept past us
unnoticed.
     Glancing at my watch, I saw that there was still more than an hour
to go.  Well, the night exercise couldn't have any more excitements,
could it.....?      I crouched in the darkness, bored as I relived time
after time the encounter with Sergeant Thicky and the intoxicating
sensations and response he had inspired from me. By shifting slightly
from time to time I could feel the slowly-drying stickiness of our
mingled cum bathing my balls and cock (which remained half hard) inside
my briefs. The smell of man-sex hung in the air of the warm summer night.
     Suddenly I became aware that I was not alone. A tall darker shadow
in the almost pitch blackness shifted and I froze and tried desperately
to work out who or what it was. I rose to my feet and hissed, "Who goes
there ?" A chuckle answered me.
   "Very professional, Soldier." The deep voice was unmistakable -
Captain French ! He moved closer to me, much closer.  I was
overwhelmingly aware of his physical presence, and the heady smell of
man-cum in the darkness ; surely he must be able to smell it too ? At
least he couldn't see my hot blushes.      "I wanted a word with you," he
continued.  What was coming next ?  "We're looking to promote a Lance
Corporal from the ranks. What would you say were the qualities we should
look for in an NCO ?"
     "Obedience to orders, Sir," I snapped back in what I hoped was a
military whisper.
     "Very good ; anything further ?" It was at this moment that I felt
the warm palm of his hand gently cup and cradle my boy bum.
     "Well, sir - initiative ?" I went on, feeling his hand stroke my bum
and his thumb trace the cleft between my buns, pressing the stickiness of
my briefs into my sensitive cleft, sending electric shivers through my
body.
     "Such as....?" He persisted.      I gave no verbal answer, but
loosened my belt, so that my denim trousers slipped to my knees. I felt
his hands trembling with desire roam freely about my tingling body,
feeling my bum, my swelling cock, my tacky briefs, pulling my shirt up to
tweak my nipples.....
      "Excellent, Lance Corporal," he murmured ; then his hot mouth
pressed on mine in my first man-to-man kiss.

				  Finis.