Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 08:16:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Edward Chong <edwardchong21@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Love Torn By War

Disclaimer: The following story is a pure work of fiction regarding a war
between nations. It has no graphical violence, but there is some depiction
of war battles. Any resemblance to people and events are purely
coincidental. This story is can be distributed with my permission. If you
are forbidden by law or moral values to read these stories that involves
sex and love between men, then do not read on. Otherwise, enjoy and let me
know what you think.

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A Love Torn By War
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	As the gun smoke clears, I see his face lying there so peacefully.
A face that I have grown to feel unfamiliar. I used to know every part of
his face, and every inch of his body. We met back in high school. We were
in the same class and we discovered that both of us like men more than
women. More than that, we found that we like each other very much. We went
to the same college and our relationship was strengthened. We share the
same room and many nights were spent in one bed, him making love to me. I
could still feel his cock stretching my asshole open, resting inside my
intestines, giving me a warm feeling deep inside. And when he pumps, I
could feel his every muscle, his every nerve sending pulses of pleasure
through his body as well as mine. We were inseparable. We were one. We
pledge to the same fraternity too. I still remember there was on one
occasion, I was tied to a cross, blindfolded and gagged, my arms cuffed
high behind me. My legs were separated apart and my body couldn't move. The
brothers put a weight on my balls. I didn't know then, but later I found
out that he was he was the person who gave me the blowjob that night while
tied to the cross. He was naked, on his knees, his face hooded and sucked
me in front of all the brothers. We even have a picture taken of it. We
also share the same Big, as to our request. Although our Big was not as gay
as we were, we did mess around. I remember most clearly the time we were on
my bed, he laid there enjoying my blowjob while I was on my knees getting
fucked by our Big from the rear. Those were good times.

	After graduation, we decided to join the army. Albeit discreetly,
we also had some fun there. You can only imagine what happens when a bunch
of well-physique guys get together, hot and sweaty, and all horny from the
long time they have not been with a woman. The barrack could be noisy at
sometimes. When I fuck him, I make sure he gets the maximum pleasure. I
always make him cum twice before I am done with him. I would be pumping
from behind, he would be kneeling on all four on the bed watching other
guys being fucked in the same way. We were so in love with each other. We
do mess around with others, but we had something special between us.
Sometimes, we would just lay by the tent, looking up into the star-studded
sky and just feel bless we have each other. Of course, we do have our
differences and varied opinions, but we like to keep it that way because it
signifies something in our relationship. It tells us that we are two
different people, and we are together regardless of that. That is, until
the war erupted.

	We couldn't remember exactly how it all started. We woke up one day
and we were at war. I was on the special operation team. So was he. We were
sent to infiltrate the enemy's base to retrieve some very important
information. It was a successful mission, at one great cost. He was
captured by the enemy during our extract. I could only imagine what they
will do to him to make him talk. I was broken. I couldn't perform my
duties.  Then one day, I received a letter. It was from the enemy. It was
from him. I shocked me to read what he has written. He switched side. He
actually gave up his own country and switched side! He noted that my enemy
was fighting for a cause he stands for, and that my (our) country is not on
the same path. I didn't know if they had brainwash him or anything like
that, but it did not hurt me. It sparked the anger in me and I began to
work hard to bring down the enemy, to bring the war to an end. He kept
sending me letters, saying that we could get back together once the war was
over. I never replied. Both of us rise up in rank very quickly as the
casualties become more and more. At one point, we even forgot what we were
fighting for.

	Years have passed and now the war is finally at its end. One more
mission and the war will end. There is a relic from the past that possesses
power of such magnitude that whichever side gains it, will win the war. I
was sent to secure the relic. It was in a far away land. INT told us that
the enemy is going for it too. We had to hurry. The day I set out on the
mission, I was troubled by the letter I had received from him just a couple
of days ago. He told me that he was on a last mission for the enemy. He is
tired of this war. He wants to meet me again. We did meet, for he was the
person sent by the enemy to retrieve the relic. Both of us arrived at the
relic at the same time. Gunfights ensues and it seemed like never ending.
One by one soldiers fall to the ground, until only the two of us left. He
told me a lot of things. He told me how he had missed me. I hid at a corner
listening to his words and almost crying. Then he began to move for the
relic. There was no way I would let him do that. At that short moment we
set eyes on each other, since the time he was captured, I saw something I
couldn't understand. I wanted to ask him. I wanted him to tell me, but he
pointed his gun at me. Instinctively, I pulled the trigger.

	As the gun smoke clears, I see his face lying there so peacefully.
I remember the things he said in his last letter. Visions of our time
together flashes across my mind. Our naked bodies lying on top of one
another, sleeping peacefully. Tears begin to form in my eyes and roll down
my dirty cheek. He was willing to die for his belief, but he also wanted
the war to end. I understood his last letter finally and I fell to my eyes,
grabbing his lifeless body, wailing in the desert where nobody else will
hear or see us. If I bring back the relic now, my country will win the
war. He is already dead. Life goes on. There is nothing more you can do. Is
that really true? I could forget about this entire war and whatever mess
this world is in. All I want is just to be with him again. I want to see
his face smiling back at me. The same face he showed me just before I
pulled the trigger. I want to feel him close to me again. I want him inside
me. Feeling his breath on my shoulder as he slowly makes love to me. There
is another. To hell with the world that separates us. There is another
way. After all, I have one bullet left in my gun.

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The End
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