Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 16:53:13 -0500
From: Gstrdr15 <Gstrdr15@msn.com>
Subject: KOMBAT KIDS 27

Disclaimer; If you are under 18 years of age, or material such as this is
illegal in your locale, please do not continue reading. All persons, places
and thing depicted in this story are purely fictional, any resemblance to
people, living or dead, past or present, places or things is purely
coincidental.  However, I will admit to there being a Washington State.


Kombat Kids
By; GhostRyder15

Chapter 27

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly!
(Airborne	Infantry		Armor)



        Matt and James looked at each other and shrugged: "It'll be OK
James, their young and know not what they do." Matt said in his best
imitation Baptist Preacher voice.

        Justin looked at his foster fathers; "What, what'd I say?"

        Matt looked at the boys; "Nothing bud, it's just that we had such
high hopes for the two of you.  Now you come to us and say you want to be a
tanker, oh the shame of it all.  Oh well, if that's what you guys want, go
talk to George Babcock."

        Justin got a concerned look on his face; "What's wrong with armor,
you really think we shouldn't join the Armor Sub-Unit?"

        Matt could see that he'd have to be very careful in the future when
he kidded with Justin about things, he took everything the brothers said to
him seriously, not wanting to hurt or embarrass them with his choices.
Matt chuckled before speaking; "Naw, there's nothing wrong with armor, I
was ragging on you, just so you'll know in the future, everyone thinks
their own job classification's the best.  So if we or anyone else give ya a
ration of shit about your specialty, it's all in fun, OK?"

        Both Justin and Tyler smiled at the brothers; "Si' Patron."
Chorused the boys, James and Matt had noticed how the two friends had
started copying each others sayings and manner of speech lately.  The boys
hurried off in search of Sergeant Babcock to see about joining the armor
group.

        As the boys were leaving Stephen Peterson, Jap's father, walked up
to them carrying a cardboard box; "Hi guys, I got something that may give
you an edge when you meet the Recon pukes for the first time."

        Saying that, he motioned them to follow him in to the supply room;
"You know I work in the Laser Isotope Separation Research Department,
right?"

        The brothers nodded, the use of lasers was becoming more and more
important in the nuclear industry, which was why the Site had a research
section specifically for laser research, development and utilization.

         Stephen smiled as he opened the top of the box, looking at the
contents, the brothers almost shit themselves.  Inside the box was what
appeared to be a standard Mk 18A1 Claymore directional mine, except it
wasn't.  Taking a closer look at it, the brothers noticed that the face of
mine with the words `FRONT TOWARD ENEMY' was actually made of plastic
rather than the frangible metal a real Claymore was made of.  Looking
closer the brothers could see hundreds of small diameter holes in the
plastic; they looked at Stephen with a quizzical expression on their faces.

        Stephen reached in to the box and pulled out three sets of very
dark glasses, handing a set to Matt and James he put on the third set.
Turning around, he closed the door and shut off the overhead lights; "Watch
what happens when I use the clacker."  He squeezed the Claymore's
activating device, better known as a `clacker' because of the sound it
made, three times.  On the first clack, the face of the Claymore lit up as
coherent light burst from the hundreds of holes; the light only lasted for
a fraction of a second and was gone.

        Stephen held up one of the Miles Gear harnesses and said; "Watch."

        Once again light was seen briefly through the holes when he worked
the clacker, only this time the alarm on the Miles rig sounded. Stephen
hurriedly inserted the key and turned the alarm off.  "Well whatcha think,
pretty neat huh?"

        Both James and Matt immediately saw the implications of Stephen's
light show; "Holy shit, is this something new you put together or does the
military know about it?"

        Stephen laughed; "Nope, strictly home grown.  If it works out like
I think it will I'm going to apply for a patent and try marketing it to the
different services as a training aid."

        "What's the effective range on this thing?" Matt asked.

        "I've only done a little testing so far, but at temperatures
between minus five degrees and plus 49 degrees Celsius in clear air, it
will activate the Miles Gear sensors out to 25 to 30 meters, much shorter
than the real thing." Stephen said.

        James turned to leave the room; "Hang loose a minute Steve, I want
to bring the Gunny in on this."

        It took James 15 minutes to locate the Gunny, after explaining
about the Miles-like Claymore simulator, the Gunny got really excited; "The
Corps has been looking for shit like this for years, while there are some
systems out there, they're all big and bulky and not realistic.  If its
half as good as you've described, it's gonna piss a whole lot of people
off, starting with the first batch of Recon we run through here.

        Entering the supply room the Gunny looked at Steve; "I hear you
come up with a really neat toy for our boys to play with Mr. Peterson."

        Steve got a big smile on his face; "I certainly hope so, here put
these on to protect your eyes." Handing the dark glasses to the Gunny he
gave the clacker to Matt; "Do the honors for me Matt while I close my
eyes."

        Matt waited until Steve turned away and then gestured to James to
hold the Miles Gear at chest level.  Holding the clacker in front of him he
squeezed it three times, as before the Claymore lit up on the first clack
and the alarm sounded on the harness.

        "Jesus Jumping Palomino, that works better than the lasers we use
on our weapons." Gunny yelled.

        The four men talked about the device, its strengths and limitations
for the next half hour.  Finally the Gunny suggested; "lets put some of the
older boys in Miles gear and see if we can figure out what its `Kill Zone'
actually is."

        Matt, James and Stephen took the simulator and set it up on a chair
while the Gunny collected twenty of the tallest Squaddies in the Cavern
area.  While the boys were putting the Miles Gear harnesses on, Stephen was
using a twelve foot tape measure to mark the floor every ten feet starting
at the foot of the chair the Claymore was on.  After marking out 120 feet,
he had the Gunny form the Squaddies in a line at the 120 foot mark spacing
them about three meters apart; "All right guys, since we haven't got eye
protection for you yet, we need you to close your eyes and keep them closed
till we tell ya to open them, OK?"

        The Squadies nodded or said yes; "OK everyone close your eyes."
When Stephen was sure all eyes were shut, he nodded to Matt who squeezed
the clacker three times.  Just like before the Claymore lit up on the first
clack, one alarm was heard to sound on the boys harnesses.  The Gunny
hurried to the one that was alarming and reset it.  The harness that
alarmed was the second squaddie to the left of center; Steve pulled a small
notebook from his back pocket and wrote down the distance and location of
the alarm.  The Gunny had the boys move forward to the 110 foot marker and
the Claymore flashed again, this time setting off three harnesses, all to
the left of center.  The testing continued, at the 80 foot mark eighteen of
the twenty units alarmed, the same results were obtained at the 70 foot
marker, but when the boys were flashed at the 60 foot marker only fifteen
of the units alarmed.  The test continued until they reached the reached
the 40 foot marker and only ten alarms were set off.

        Stephen thought for a minute; "everyone stand fast while I change
the batteries out, they may be getting weak."  Five minutes latter Stephen
yelled to the boys; "Last shot, everyone close your eyes."  When the
Claymore was activated, they still got only ten alarms.  "OK Gunny, that's
it for now."

        The Gunny had the boys remove their harnesses and put them back in
the Travelall (a Travelall is nothing more than a big cardboard box
attached to a wooden pallet) and replaced the lid.

        While the adults were testing the Claymore, Justin and Tyler went
looking for Sergeant Babcock.  After searching the house and the Cavern
level, the boys entered the garage and found the sergeant working under one
of the LAV's.

        Walking over to where his feet stuck out from under the vehicles
chassis, Justin asked; "Sergeant Babcock, can we talk to you for a minute?"

        The sergeant was using a mechanics creeper to move around under the
vehicle, hearing the boys question he pushed himself from under the LAV and
looked up at the two boys; "Sure thing guys, what's up?"

        Tyler took the lead; "We were told by Mr. Bateman to come find you
and ask if you'd let us join the Armor Sub-Unit.  We both thought about the
different subs, and liked the idea of maybe being able to run one of these
bad boys."

        George Babcock looked at the two boys and saw a pair of rather
short, skinny kids; "Well guys, I don't know if you're physically big
enough to handle one of these.  Even though everything is power assisted,
it still takes a lot of muscle to be able maintain and operate them."

        Tyler looked smug; "My daddy is Terry English, he owns and operates
a heavy equipment sales and service company specializing in everything from
light front-end loaders to D8 Cat's.  I been working with him for the last
two years or so and have been helping run periodic maintenance and repair
on all the vehicles brought in for work."

        Justin nodded his head; "I haven't had as much experience as Tyler
has, but I was driving semi's pulling flat bed trailers around the orchards
up in Yakima from early last summer up until this past November.  I used to
watch the mechanics repair the prime movers and the Hysters when they
needed it, I think I can do what needs to be done."

        Babcock looked unconvinced; "Jump in guys, lets go for a ride."
Sergeant Babcock climbed in after the boys and moved to the drivers seat,
after strapping in and making sure the boys were properly belted in, he
started the LAV's engine and drove out of the garage heading to the closed
off area of the Bateman property.  After moving the vehicle to a location
that was relatively flat he stopped and turned the engine off.  For the
next fifteen minutes, he went over the controls and operation of the
vehicle with the boys; "Either one of you got any questions so far?  Ok who
wants to try driving this rig first?"

        Justin being closer quickly moved in front of Tyler; "I do
sergeant."

        Babcock nodded and moved out of the drivers seat making room for
the boy, glancing at Tyler, he noticed he had a pissed off expression on
his face. "Don't worry kid; you'll get your chance in a little while."

        Justin dropped in to the drivers' seat and strapped himself in,
adjusting the seat to where he was comfortable and was able to use the
vision blocks efficiently.  When he was ready, he looked at the sergeant;
"OK to start it up sergeant?"

        Babcock chuckled; "Be my guest, have a ball."

        Justin got a big shit eating grin on his face as the engine started
on the first try.  He watched the gauges, especially the ones for fuel,
hydraulic pressure, battery charge, oil pressure and water temp.  After his
inspection of the readouts, he turned to Sergeant Babcock: "Permission to
move the vehicle sergeant?"

        Babcock was amazed at the comprehensive review of the vehicles
gauges Justin made to insure the vehicle was operational; "Granted."

        Justin engaged the automatic transmission, released the manual
brakes and fed fuel to the engine using the foot feed pedal. Grasping the
steering yoke with both hands, he moved the vehicle forward ten or fifteen
meters before stopping and engaging the manual brakes. Turning to the
sergeant he asked; "Is there some way I can see where I'm going that's
better than using these little windows?"

        Babcock nodded; "First off we might as well teach you the proper
terminology, those little windows are called `vision blocks' OK?" Without
waiting for an answer he showed Justin how to open the drivers hatch above
his head and how to raise the seat hydraulically so his head was outside of
the LAV.  Before he let him move the vehicle again, he fitted both boys
with Tanker helmets that had built in microphones and earphones that
plugged into the vehicles interior communications system.

        Once everyone was plugged in to the com system, Sergeant Babcock
tested it to insure they all could hear each other; "All stations, this is
the vehicle commander, radio check, over!"

        "Driver reads you 5 by 5, over"

        Tyler keyed his microphone; "Ahh, sergeant what's my position?
Over"

        The sergeant thought for a second; "You're the gunner, over."

        "Roger your last, vehicle commander this is the gunner, I read you
5 by 5, over."

        Once again the sergeant keyed his mic; "Driver this is the vehicle
commander, move out."

        You could almost hear the huge smile breaking out on Justin's face
as he responded; "Roger your last, moving."

        Justin drove the vehicle at varying speeds, both forward and in
reverse, climbed small hills and descended back down to the level ground
where they started at.

         Sergeant Babcock told Justin to change places with Tyler, after
Tyler was set he was put him through the same series of exercises that
Justin had just completed.  When they were stopped on the flat ground
Sergeant Babcock directed Tyler to "Take us back to the barn driver."

        When the LAV was back in the garage and shut down the two boys and
the sergeant de-assed the vehicle.  Babcock looked at the boys and said;
"Welcome to Armor, you guys done good.  Let's go and get something to eat,
we'll talk about what you still have to learn."

        That night after the evening meal, the three Marines assigned to
the Unit and the Bateman Brothers got together in the kitchen for a review
of the days activities, problems and high points.  When it was George
Babcock's turn, he became very vocal about his newest crewmembers; "Jesus'
Matt, where do you guys come up with these kids, if we had adults in the
Corps that were half as good as some of these kids I'd be in hog heaven.  I
almost swallowed my teeth this afternoon when I took your Foster Son and
his friend out in the LAV, Justin handled that thing like he had been doing
it all his life. When that little blond headed kid got in the driver's
seat, he made that puppy do everything but sit up and beg. Fuck man, I know
Marines with three years of experience that aren't any better than those
kids."

        James thought about George's statement before speaking; "I know
what you're saying George, every since we started the Unit, we keep coming
across kids who really excel at anything we ask them to do.  I don't know
if it has to do with them liking it, or just an inner need they have to
really do well.  To tell you the truth, I had no idea when Matt told them
to see you that they would do as well as you say they have.  I can name
twenty or twenty five of the boys who are at least as competent as some of
the Butter Bars (Ensign or Second Lieutenant) I've served with.

        The Gunny and Webb both nodded their heads in agreement.  Gunny
shook his head and said; I tell you guys, I wouldn't wanna piss off little
ole Jap or his partner Jacky, specially if they had those big Barrett's
with them."

        James agreed; "Look at Connor Beck; I'm just glad he's so easy
going.  I hate to think what he could do to a guy who pissed him off if he
couldn't control his temper.  Hey George?  Have you watched Mitch
practicing lately, I'm about ready to give him his Brown Belt, after the
problem with that asshole in gym class and his participation in my classes
he's ready."

        George nodded his head and smiled; "Thanks James, I know he'll be
glad to hear that."

        Justin, Tyler, Bobby and Marty shared a room in the Berthing
Compartment, Bobby and Marty were watching TV in the Caverns lounge.
Justin and Tyler were back in the room after showering, as hard as it is to
believe both boys were sporting boners that caused the towels they wore to
tent out in the front.  Tyler led the way into the room, as soon as the
door closed behind them, Justin grabbed Tyler's towel and pulled it off,
exposing two small mounds of taut flesh.  Tyler giggled as he turned around
and pointed at Justin with his dick; "You trying to tell me something
Dude?"

        Justin reached out and stroked Tyler's five inches of cut cock
causing him to moan softly.  Tyler pulled Justin's towel loose and grabbed
his cock, gently pulling his foreskin back and forth with one hand while
massaging his nut sack with the other.  Tyler maneuvered Justin until he
was lying on his back on the lower bunk, he knelt in front of his lover and
leaned forward taking the tip of Justin's foreskin into his mouth and
gently nibbled on it with his front teeth, never biting hard enough to
cause pain, but applying enough pressure to excite him.  After working his
lover's foreskin for several minutes, he started licking his cock from the
head to the root and then tongued his balls.  Tyler grabbed Justin's ankles
and lifted them until his `Taint" and asshole were exposed to his probing
tongue, spearing the light brown pucker of his lovers anus he tried to push
his tongue past the sphincter muscle but was not successful.  Lying on the
bunk enjoying Tyler's ministrations, Justin's moaning became louder, more
urgent; "Ty, I'm getting ready to cum, I mean right now buddy."

        Tyler let Justin's feet fall to the floor and grabbed his six
inches of un-cut cock and guided it to his mouth, he barely had the head
past his lips when the first shot of steaming hot cum blasted into his
mouth, followed shortly by several more globs of Justin's sweet yet musky
tasting semen.  Tyler continued to suck his lovers cock until the pain from
having just cum made his cock over-sensitive and forced him to pull his
lovers mouth from his spent dick.  Tyler lay the side of his head on
Justin's softening cock and his nut sack, reveling in there softness and
the scent of his lover. After a few minutes, Tyler raised his head and
grasped Justin's cock again, skinning the foreskin back and gently licking
the cum that had seeped from his dick and remained under his foreskin.
Justin continued until it had all been consumed and then he laid there with
just the sheathed head in his mouth, once again savoring Justin's unique
flavor.

        Justin felt his lover's mouth on his spent cock, not trying to
excite him, just enjoying the closeness they shared.  He wondered what
Tyler thought about his dick, while there were other boys around who were
un-cut, most of the boys appeared to have been circumcised.

        Justin looked down at the top of his lover's head; "Tyler, does my
foreskin bother you, I mean you're cut and all, I was wondering if it
grossed you out or anything?"

        Tyler giggled; "Actually the first time I saw yours, I was a little
frightened by it, I thought you were a mutant or something.  The first time
I was able to touch it and taste it, it really turned me on.  I went on the
web the other night and went to `Jackin World' where I found a link to a
site that gave the pro's and cons of being natural or circumcised.  From
what I got from it, I don't think it really matters, except in certain
cases where a guy needs to get cut cause he's always getting infections.  A
person with an un-cut dick has to be really careful about keeping clean, or
they can develop an infection, also if a dick like yours isn't kept clean,
it can really smell and taste bad, I don't even want ta think about smegma,
Yuck.  Guess what?" Not giving him a chance to answer he continued; "I love
the taste of you, I can't hardly get enough of your aroma and every time
I'm around you, your scent makes me bone up.  Does that answer your
question?"

        Justin smiled at his lover, never having a friend like Tyler, he
felt closer to him then anyone other than his mother.  He reached down and
grabbed his friend under the arms and pulled him up until he could kiss
him, as soon as his tongue entered Tyler's mouth he tasted himself, the
lovers entered into a battle to see who could get their tongue farther down
the others throat.  Before the winner could be determined, the door opened
and Bobby and Marty walked in, all four of the boys remained frozen in
place. Tyler and Justin already totally boned up and the flies of Bobby and
Marty's trousers seeming to expand outward in to a tent, Marty was the
first to speak; "Oh man we're so, so fucking sorry, we had no idea that you
.... Umm.... you were busy."

        Justin and Tyler quickly separated grabbing their towels and
covering their crotches, none of the four boys could look the others in the
eyes.  Tyler spoke first summing up everyone's thoughts; "Shit, shit, shit,
shit."

        Marty's eyes widened and he started laughing, soon all the boys
were laughing.  Marty shook his head; "Listen guys, as long as we're
rooming with each other this type of thing is going to happen again and
again, we gotta get around it."

        "Yeah, you're right, but what can we do so we won't keep getting
embarrassed every time one of us walks in on the other guys getting it on?"
Asked Justin.

        Bobby turned red, but got up the courage to speak; "Aaa.... do ya
think, do you think maybe we could, you know, kinda watch each other, I
don't know about Marty but I never done anything before."

        Bobby turned to Marty and looked at him; Marty started to shiver a
little and looked at the floor shaking his head no.  "I mean, we want to,
but we got no idea how to start or what's fun to do.  What da ya say guys
can we watch, we'll get nekkid too, please?"

        Justin looked at Tyler, both of them shrugged and nodded there
heads yes.  Bobby and Marty smiled and in less time than it takes to tell
about it, they were down to skin, Both had a hard on, both were cut
although Marty's dick was an inch or more longer then Bobby's.  While
Bobby's dick was the shortest of the four boys, it was also the thickest;
Marty getting his first look at his friend's dick gasped; "Holy fuck, you
got the biggest dick I ever saw."

        Bobby turning a deeper shade of red and swallowed before saying;
"Yeah, but everyone else's is longer.  Unless I'm hard, all anyone sees is
a small dick.  You should hear the shit I take in gym class when I'm
showering; the assholes call me needle dick."

        Tyler laughed; "Let me tell ya bud, if you ever vaccinated them
with that needle, they wouldn't be able to shit for a month.  Marty, you
better sleep on your back and be careful never to bend over if you drop the
soap in the shower, damn Bobby; you need to register that thing as a lethal
weapon."

        When the laughter died, the boys started to get nervous again,
Justin decided that he would break the ice, much to everyone's surprise he
dropped to his knees and engulfed Tyler's cock in one swift motion.  Tyler
gave out an immediate moan and thrust his hips forward trying to bury his
cock in Justin's throat.  Justin had no problem taking all of Ty's cock,
after burying his nose in the sparse blond pubic hair of Tyler's groin; he
slowly pulled back until only the head of his lover's dick was still in his
mouth.  Tyler's continuing moans of pleasure reminded Bobby of how they had
walked in on their room mates, quickly turning, he locked the door.
Turning back to Marty, he dropped to his knees and tried to inhale Marty's
six inch cock, this being his first time he was only able to get three or
so inches in his mouth before he started gagging.  Marty taken totally by
surprise by his new and much smaller lover, gasped in pleasure as he felt
Bobby's warm, wet mouth surround and engulf his dick.  Bobby guided Marty
over to the other bottom bunk and had him sit on the edge of the mattress,
as the feelings of pleasure mounted, Marty placed his hands on both sides
of Bobby's head and carefully moved him back and forth in a gently fucking
motion.  The feel of Marty's hands on his head almost made Bobby cum, the
light touch and the feelings that for once during his short life, someone
loved him and was providing direction to him excited him like nothing ever
before.  Soon the boys on top were feeling the tightening in their scrotum
as their balls tried to crawl up inside them.  Marty was the first to let
out his triumph, screaming his love for Bobby while blasting shot after
shot of his hot cum into his mouth.  Bobby started to gag as the huge
quantity of cum almost overwhelmed his ability to swallow, pushing off his
lover Marty's cock popped out of his mouth and sprayed the last few shots
over Bobby's face.  After catching his breath, Bobby took the still pulsing
cock back into his mouth to get the remaining cum, savoring the bleach,
smoky sweet flavor of his friend and lovers cum.

        MEANWHILE BACK AT THE RANCH!

        Hearing Marty climax pushed Tyler over the edge, his whole body
vibrated as he climaxed, shooting streamer after streamer of cum into
Justin's mouth and throat, holding his lovers head, trying to seat his dick
deeper into his lover.  Suddenly feeling Justin trying to push away from
him, he released his lovers head and watched as his boyfriend took several
deep breaths before saying; "Damn Dude, you trying to drown me, shit man it
felt like you turned on a hose and was trying to fill me up."

        Tyler sputtered; Oh man I.... I'm so sorry man, I couldn't control
my self. I'll be more careful from now on, please man, please forgive me."

        Justin giggled; "No problem, just remember, it's my turn next."


End of Chapter 27

Next:

Chapter 28

Be Vewy, Vewy Qwyiet, Weaw Hunting Wecon


I'd like to take a moment and thank Jamie Haze, Author, Mentor, and Friend
for the encouragement he has given me in the writing of this story, and the
editing of it for me.  I encourage you all to read Somerset Farm, Dooby
Rhymes With Scooby and Apartment 14B by Mr. Haze.

Comments are eagerly requested.  If you feel it necessary to flame, go
ahead, but don't expect an answer.  Address all comments to Gstrdr15
<Gstrdr15@msn.com>

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