Date: Thu, 05 Nov 1998 05:43:31 PST
From: Question Mark <desert_rat_98@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Desert Storm Trooper

This is my second story.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

As always, constructive criticism and topic suggestions would be 
gratefully accepted.  Please remember that this is fantasy and as such, 
I offer no apology if there are technical errors.  I have neither the 
time or desire to research how a true "professional" (of any sort) would 
dress, act or say.  The objective is obvious

Thanks to those who offered encouragement and (I'll admit it) criticism 
of my first story.


My Desert Storm Trooper

It was hot and humid.  The usual for Khobar in August.  I was standing 
on the sidewalk in front of my favorite Thai restaurant cursing that 
stupid shop keeper for not being able to break a 500 Riyal bill.  His 
attempting to find another shop with change had delayed my getting in 
the restaurant before prayer call.  In spite of racing through the 
streets, I hadn't made it.  Now the door was locked.  This was the Isha 
prayer, the last and the longest of the day.  It would last for a 
half-hour.  I was disgusted.  No, I was pissed.  I should be used to 
this but it was still foreign.  I was one of the thousands of western 
expats working in the Middle East.  Few of us equated the sacrifices to 
'cultural experiences' or 'career objects'.  We were here for the money.  
And the whole country shutting down six times a day while the faithful 
prayed was a pain in the ass.  

I was glancing up and down the street trying to decide what to do.  
There was no sense in trying any other restaurants or shops, they were 
all closed.  If you could get in a restaurant before or even during 
prayer call, they were pretty good about letting you stay.  It was my 
usual plan for my infrequent trips to town.  "Fuck!"  I muttered and 
kicked the curb.  Just walking was out of the question.  I was sweating 
like a racehorse as it was.  I didn't really want to go back to the 
Shoula mall.  That place always filled up with cigarette smoke during 
prayer call and the air conditioning didn't work well.  I sat on one of 
the steps leading up to the entrance.  

I was just about to return to the truck where I could at least listen to 
some music with the A/C on when a group of GIs walked up.  Desert Storm 
was winding down and soldiers were becoming a less and less frequent 
sight.  There were six in the group: two women and four men dressed in 
the usual fatigues.  Being gay, I dismissed the women as soon as I 
determined their gender.  Two of the men looked to be more boy than man 
and their wispy moustaches only emphasized their youth.  I concentrated 
my attention on the tallest of the lot.  A pretty good-looking guy 
probably in his late twenties with a rangy body and respectable amount 
of chest hair visible through his fatigue jacket.  The wedding ring 
wasn't a turn off.  I had sucked off a fair number of happily married 
straight guys many times in the past.  I had always looked upon it as a 
fringe benefit of working in construction camps.  In this instance, I 
knew I didn't have the time or the location for a lengthy "courtship" 
and a 'Hey buddy, want a blow job?' approached wasn't possible when they 
traveled in packs like this. 

I was studying the stud, absorbing as many details as possible.  Things 
I could use later when I got back to camp and could release my 
frustration by blowing a load on my chest.  It was then that I noticed 
the fourth guy.  Standing slightly apart from the others, smoking and 
definitely watching me check out his buddy.  I glanced away attempting 
to not look like I got caught.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see 
him move closer.  He passed in front of me and caught my eye, holding it 
all the way past.  When he got to the curb, he flipped his cigarette out 
into the street, which was now almost deserted of traffic.  He turned 
facing me and squatted down his elbows resting on his thighs.  One quick 
movement brought his hand to his crotch and he clutched it briefly while 
staring me in the eye.  I glanced down to see the movement and 
nonchalantly licked my lips in response.  He nodded slightly.

Things were definitely looking up.  Not as smashing as the tall dude but 
he had a rugged air about him.  I couldn't really determine his age.  
The only light on the street was the neon light of the store signs and 
it made it even difficult to determine the color of his hair.  It was 
light hair, which could have been any color from blond to gray.  He was 
a little on the short side and the fatigues concealed any real detail on 
body structure but he looked to be of stocky build and there was 
something about the way he moved that suggested strength. 

He stood up and paced back and forth a few times, each time getting 
closer.  He stopped to light another cigarette but the wind was blowing 
a little to strong for the flame.  He stepped into the alley at the side 
of the restaurant.  He was only gone a few seconds.  He walked passed me 
again and glanced down seeing his bootlace was untied.  He walked to the 
step I was sitting on and used it to prop his foot up so he could tie 
the lace.  He was only a foot from me.  I watched the movements of his 
hands.  They were big and powerful looking.  As he finished, he opened 
his hand and a small piece of paper fell to the ground.  He stood up and 
walked back towards the group.  I casually stretched my arm out and 
picked up the paper.  I opened it.  "Follow me" was all it said.  I 
glanced over and he was looking at me.  I nodded. 

"Shit!  You guys can wait here if you want to but there's no meal worth 
waiting this long for.  See you back at the compound."  He said with a 
deep gravely voices that sounded sexy.  He walked off.  The others 
didn't seem to think a whole lot of this and continued their 
conversation.  I stood looked up and down the street as if trying to 
decide what to do.  Then I turned and walked in the same direction he 
did.  I got to the corner and turned again.  He was standing in the 
entrance to an alley.  He started down the alley and turned towards me.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Too far away to be practical," I replied.

His jaw clinched and he glanced towards a Dumpster.  

"Too risky."  I muttered reading his thoughts.

"Yeah, you're right.  You got a vehicle?  I know a place."

"Good, let's go."

We threaded our way back to where my truck was parked.  Got in and he 
gave me directions out of town.  We drove in silence, I figured if he 
wanted to talk, we would be.  After a few minutes he had me slow and 
then indicated a turn off.  We were on a dirt road.  The road lead 
towards a group of rocks.  

"Pull around behind them."  He said.  I followed his direction and 
stopped the truck.  We got out and I followed him into a cluster of huge 
rocks.  In the center was a decent sized area where soft sand had blown 
in from the frequent shamales.  There was a strong warm breeze but 
mercifully, not carrying sand.  The moon was very bright that night and 
gave the desert a soft white illumination.  Glancing around, I could 
see the usual litter of water and soda bottles and plastic bags but in 
all apperances, we were concealed from observation and the quiet of the 
desert would alert us if anyone approached.  I moved towards him and 
tried to take him in my arms.

He pulled back.  "I don't kiss," he said.

Straight.  Been there, done that.  No matter I was still hungry for his 
cock.  The current camp I was in was mainly older guys and none that 
looked like my type of meat.  And it had been almost three months since 
my last R&R so I was hot for cum. "No problem for me," I said.

Having reached an understanding, I unbuttoned his fatigue jacket and 
placing my hands flat on his chest and slid them up until the heavy 
clothing fell off his shoulders and to the ground.  His body was damp 
from the humidity that made us all sweat.  My initial impression of his 
body was correct.  He was stocky and nicely muscled.  He was wearing a 
tank top that allowed his large hairy pecs to show.  Spots of sweat were 
evident under the low arm openings.  I pulled the shirt out of his pants 
and he raised his arms to allow me to take it off of him revealing two 
deep hairy pits of a slightly darker color than his body hair, they too 
were matted from sweat.  It seemed to be silently agreed that he wanted 
me to undress him.  Something I found I was enjoying doing.

Now bare chested, I ran my palms over his pecs.  The feel of his body 
hair and moist flesh felt good.  I leaned down between the junction of 
his pecs and started licking, enjoying the smell and taste of his body.  
He grew impatient and started pushing me down to my knees.  I 
straightened up instead.

"Look, besides a mouth full of your cum, all I'm going to get out of 
this is what I put into it.  You just relax and tolerate this.  You 
won't be disappointed when it is your turn."  I said trying not to sound 
irritated.  He grunted his agreement, leaned down to retrieve his 
cigarettes, and lit one.  He leaned back against the rock.

I returned to my position between his pecs and while he smoked, I licked 
his chest.  The texture of the hair, the firmness of his muscles and the 
saltiness of his damp skin was making my head spin.  It seemed like 
years since I had last had a man but this man more than made up for it.  
I started working up the heavy ridge of his pec, when I got near his 
nipple, he growled "Don't even think about it."  I assumed he meant not 
to suck his nipple.  I moved on up to where pit hairs was peeking out 
between his biceps and his pec.  As I ran my tongue through the hair, he 
raised his arm slightly.  I slid my tongue into the damp cavity.  I must 
have been doing something he liked.  He raised his arm over his head.  
With his hand on my neck, he pushed my face into his pit.  His body 
wasn't rank but had that familiar masculine scent I liked so I didn't 
object.  I think we were both getting into it.  As I continued licking 
and sucking on his pit, he flipped the cigarette away, reached down for 
my hand, and placed it on his crotch.  I massaged the area feeling the 
rigid cock under the course fabric.  I loosened his buckle and slid the 
webbed belt out of the catch.  This allowed me to slide my hand in his 
pants and under his boxers.  Not wanting to stimulate him too much, I 
cupped the two generous sized balls in my hand and rolled them around.

By now, my spit was added to his own light sweat causing his hair to mat 
into heavy wet ringlets.  He pulled me back and raised his other arm.  I 
buried my face in the dampness.  This was a new experience for me and I 
was certain for him also.  His breathing was deeper and accentuated with 
an occasional grunt.  He was now pushing his crotch into my hand; his 
cock was riding my forearm. I decided the slick fluid was precum and not 
sweat.  He pulled away slightly, lowering his arm.

"Now." was all he said.  I knelt between his legs and unbuttoned his 
pants.  They dropped to the tops of his boots.  I tugged the boxers 
down.  In the bright moonlight, I could see his cock was built like him: 
short, probably not more than six inches but thicker than average with a 
gentle curve to it.  I could also tell by the light being reflected from 
his skin that it was wet, very wet.  I pulled his cock back, and 
swallowed it all the way to the base.  He pushed back and reached down 
taking hold of my head, he fucked my mouth.  Far from my favorite thing 
to do.  I'm a cocksucker, not some orifice to be fucked.  I like 
sucking.  I like being the one to control the movement.  It is something 
I do well, very well I might add and I'd never had a man yet, gay or 
straight who hadn't enjoyed it.  Well, maybe he just needs to get into 
it first, I thought.  I'd allow that.  I started rubbing his thighs.  
Because of his hip movement, it wasn't possible to rub his balls but 
they were hitting my chin with dull slapping sounds as he kept driving 
his cock home and grinding his bush in my face.

"Rub my ass!" he barked.  I complied by rubbing the firm, hairy surfaces 
with circular motions, my hands brushing lightly down his crack feeling 
the thick trail of hair there.  "Deeper!"  I dug my fingertips in 
separating his ass cheeks sliding my hands down until my fingertips were 
pressed into his hole.  I lingered there rubbing the velvety hole when 
he suddenly grunted loudly and shot a heavy load in my mouth.  He stood 
still, body jerking and holding my head firmly.  I licked and sucked his 
cock while he was shooting.  At least he had enough sense not do drive 
all the way in.  Doing that can lead to the cum being shot down the 
windpipe causing choking.  Many years ago, an unfortunate German taught 
me that lesson and he receive a nasty gash on is cock as I tried to get 
away from him.  He hadn't been too happy.  

"Easy!  Sensitive," he said pulling out of my mouth.  His body went 
limp; he fell against the rock, still breathing deeply.  It couldn't 
have even been two minutes.  The load he had shot was abundant, it took 
too swallows to get it all down.  But I was still disappointed.  My cock 
wasn't even out yet and was still painfully confined in my levies.  
"Sorry, I'm not usually that fast but it has been a long time."  His 
voice was deeper almost hoarse.  He reached for another cigarette and 
lit it, inhailing deeply.  I stayed down on my knees in front of his 
crotch.  I liked the view.

"Hey, that's okay.  Considering how much you shot, I'd say you needed 
that."

"You've no idea.  I've never done this sort of thing before."  

"Yeah, I kind of gathered that," I said.  His cock was softening and 
standing straight out in front of him, a drop of cum about to drip from 
the slit.  I gingerly licked it up being careful not to have too much 
contact with the sensitive head.  The heat caused his balls to drop 
fast.  I cupped them and rolled them around in the palm of my hand.  He 
sighed and leaned back again continuing to smoke.

"You don't suppose you'd mind if I sucked them a while?"  I asked 
timidly. 

"Sorry, I guess it wasn't very good for you, was it?"  He said noticing 
my cock was still in my levies.  I shrugged.  "Sure, suck 'em a while 
and jerk off.  There's no reason why you shouldn't cum also."  Noticing 
my cuming would mean shooting on his pants, he undid his boots and slid 
his clothes the rest of the way off.  His legs unencumbered, he could 
spread them wide enabling me to really get my mouth on his hairy nuts.  
As I sucked, I undid my levies and pulled my cock free.  As I began to 
stroke myself and get into the sensations, I decided this wasn't so bad 
after all.  His now limp cock was rubbing my face.  Not bad at all.  

"Suck me, make me hard again," he demanded.  I took the limp piece of 
meat in my mouth and sucked it hard with a lot of suction.  He groaned 
probably more from it being still sensitive or maybe it was lust.  It 
didn't matter to me.  He was stiffening fast and soon, back to his 
former glory but dripping almost continually.  The still fresh taste of 
his cum in my mouth and the hard shaft with it's velvety knob where 
exciting me to the point I thought I might shoot.  This time, he was 
letting me demonstrate my skills and I massaged his nuts as I sucked his 
prick.  His body was squirming under my oral stimulation.  

With out warning, he pulled me to my feet and into his arms.  He pressed 
his mouth to mine and slid his tongue in deep.  The combination for the 
tobacco taste in his mouth and the cum taste in my mouth was making the 
kiss more passionate.  I became aware of our cocks being pressed 
together when he slid his hand between us and wrapped his fist around my 
pole squeezing tightly.  I took hold of him also.

We continued kissing and he released me and slid his hand down my back 
and into my levies rubbing my ass cheeks with his strong, rough hands.  
His relentless pulling me closer to him made me abandon his prick and 
start rubbing his muscular back while he played with my ass.  He was 
definitely being dominant.  And the pressure of his tongue in my mouth 
left little doubt he would welcome my tongue in his but I didn't care.  
He broke long enough to pull my tee shirt off and then pulled me back 
into his strong arms.  The feel of his hairy chest pressed into mine 
while he held me tightly in his arms and his tongue probed my mouth.  
The warm breeze flowing around our damp, naked bodies made the 
atmosphere more sexually charged.

Once more without warning, he let go of me and dropped to his knees, 
pulling my cock into his mouth so suddenly I couldn't stop him.  With a 
few hesitant passes with his lips, he pulled my levies down.  Then he 
drove all the way down and gagged slightly before pulling back.  I let 
him suck me less than a minute.  Like every other straight guy who had 
tried this with me, he lacked skills in the basics and his kisses were 
far more enjoyable.  I pulled him to his feet and kicked my levies free.  
We pulled each other into our arms and continued kissing.  As we ground 
our hips together, I could feel sweat starting to break out on my body 
from the exertion or maybe it was his sweat, the moisture adding 
lubrication allowing us to slide around on each other with hands that 
continued to explore.

He broke free.  "I want to fuck you," and I knew he wasn't asking 
permission.  He gave me another long kiss.  Breaking contact, he looked 
into my eyes and must of seen consent.  He turned me around facing the 
rock and pulled me into his arms, cock pressed between my cheeks.  He 
ran his hands up and down my torso as he humped my crack and kissed my 
neck.  Then he firmly pushed me forward.  I leaned against the rock.  He 
spread my legs out and ran a finger around my hole, not penetrating, 
just exploring.  I managed to reach behind me and stroke his cock.  He 
reciprocated.  Then I heard him spit and felt the wetness as he slid a 
finger in me.  He pressed deeper, I groaned in response.  That 
encouraged him.  A second finger then a third, working them slowly in 
and out in time to our stroking of each other.  Then he pulled free of 
my hand and let go of me also.  He pushed me further forward, my 
forearms resting on the cool rock and my forehead resting on my 
forearms.  In this position, I could see the shadow he cast on the sand 
beside me.  With one strong arm gripping my shoulder, I heard him spit 
again and could see his shadow rub the spit onto his cock mixing it with 
his own juices.  He positioned himself and I felt the first pressure of 
the cock head being applied to my asshole.  Resistance followed by firm 
but persistent and gentle probing.  With a burning sensation, I felt the 
large knob slide in.  He backed off to the point of almost coming out 
completely and slid in a little more.  Once he was certain he was in the 
correct position for a successful penetration, he removed his hand from 
his cock and reaching around, took hold of mine and stroked me.  He slid 
in slowly, backing off at times and then sliding in a little deeper.  It 
seemed like an eternity but I finally felt the pressure of his hips on 
my ass, I knew he was all the way in.  I was surprised my cock was still 
hard.  Slowly, with the stimulation caused by his hand and cock, 
pleasure started setting in, I groaned and pushing my ass further into 
his crotch.  As if trying to get in deeper, he leaned forward, his chest 
pressed into my back.  He snaked an arm around my neck and firmly 
gripped my shoulder on the other side.  I moved my mouth to his broad 
forearms and started kissing and licking it.  Soon, dampness spread 
across my back as we both started sweating.  The sensation I was feeling 
were from his wet hairy chest pressed into my back was incredible.  I 
didn't want this to ever end.

As he fucked me slowly, he moved his head next to mine and whispered in 
my ear, his voice deeper than before.  "You like that?  You feel my cock 
in you?  Hummm?  It's claiming you; you're mine now."  He pumped a 
little deeper for emphasis.  I could tell from his movements that 
maintaining this pace was not easy for him.  From his tense muscles to 
his ragged breathing, I sense he wanted to totally abandon himself and 
fuck my brains out.  Perhaps remembering his being far too quick the 
first time made him hold back.  Perhaps the sensations he was feeling 
were too good to be over too soon.  But he maintained his pace and never 
faltered in his slow strokes both with his cock and his hand.  He 
started nibbling on my earlobe and every once in a while he would exhale 
a raspy and drawn out "Yeeaaa" in my ear and plunge in to the hilt, 
rotating his hips before sliding out again.  

Basically I am a cocksucker and fucking was something I engaged in when 
pressed to do it.  But what I was experiencing was nothing short of the 
most outstanding fuck imaginable.  The more he gave left me craving 
more.  All too soon, I heard him whisper "Can't hold back much longer.  
Can we cum together?"  I bit slightly into his arm and nodded.  He 
slowed his movements and from his deep breathing and jerky movements on 
my cock, I knew he was about to go over the top.  He slowed even more 
and with one last lunge of his cock, he pulled me upright and as close 
to his body as our position would allow.  I could tell by his spasms 
that he was cuming.  If we didn't come together, I was only a second 
behind him.  I felt cum splashing on my thighs and realized his fist was 
closed over my knob and my cum was recotceting back onto me.  

As our orgasms subsided, he let go of my cock and while he licked and 
kissed my ear, he lifted his hand to my mouth and I licked the cum off 
it.  Then he pulled it away and I could see his shadow licking my cum 
off his hand.  For several minutes more, we stood there.  Then his cock 
softened and slid out of me.  He turned me around and held me then 
giving me one last kiss he said, "I think we better get back."

We dressed in silence.  Having no water to lean up with, we were forced 
to just dress.  I spit on my handkerchief to clean his cock and he used 
it to clean his hand of any cum that wasn't licked off.  I still have 
that handkerchief; it has never been washed.  I drove him back to his 
compound letting him off at the gate.  He glanced back once and gave me 
the first smile I had seen on his face.  That was the last I saw of him.  

I returned to Khobar every weekend for the next four months.  Walking 
the streets, peering at every soldier expectantly.  I didn't know what 
had ever become of him.  There were no more casualties so in that I had 
some comfort.  Had he rotated out?  Had the experience just been 
necessary for his immediate relief?  I'd never know.  I didn't even know 
his first name but O'Neal had been on his nametag.  I never encounter 
that name without a tug in my stomach and a deep sadness for something 
lost.  


If you know of a soldier with the family name of O'Neal, who was in Al 
Khobar in August 1991, please send me a message.