Date: Sun, 22 Feb 1998 10:18:53 EST
From: Wilson583@aol.com
Subject: The Making of Sargeant Moss
The Making of Sargeant Moss
by joe wilson
It was a magical moment. Like hearing a carol in July, or a cool
waterfall in the desert. He walked into the barracks somewhat timidly.
They had told him at the orderly room of Headquarters Company to present
himself to Master Sargeant Moss. "The Sargeant was taking his siesta,"
they said, "Better not wake him, let him sleep."
The afternoon was hot and humid. Torrents and sheets of rain muddied the
the ground and suffocated the air. The rain drops falling hard, sounded
loud as they struck the dense folliage and the wooden sidewalks that
connected the buildings scattered in patternless array. Ah! The
Philippines in August. It seemed always to be raining.
Upon entering the barracks, the elemental sounds were muffled, supplanted
by the blaring of an up-volume phonograph. Could it be Brahms? The
stirring march of the number one? A day of discovery and contrasts, for
sure, full of the unexpected. It WAS Brahms. How impossible to hear it
here, in this god-forsaken jungle. It was two years since he had heard
anything so beautiful.
The great room of the barracks was empty. That is, empty except for the
row on row of cots, headed by footlockers and spreaded by brown blankets,
which were tightly drawn with mitered corners.
He paused and looked around. Where was the music coming from? He
followed the sounds to the private room reserved for the non-com in charge.
The sign on the door said 'M/Sgt Michael Moss - KEEP OUT' The door was half
opened. As he approached it, he looked into the small room.
Sgt Moss was on the bed, lying on his stomach. He was alongside the
speaker of the phonograph. His head was cradled in one arm, encircled
beneath it. His other arm hung loosely over the side of the cot, his hand
resting on the floor.
Pvt Danny Tobin stood there for a moment. His breath caused a sharp pain
that slashed down his back. He seemed momentarily paralyzed, and then
the blood surged to his loins, and he felt the sensual thrill of getting
hard. M/Sgt Moss was naked. Danny looked at him with a lust that he
hadn't felt for over two years.
Since he had been drafted, he had sublimated his needs. His life
became austere and celibate. The latrine, with its' row of toilets, and
the huge communal shower-room, was ignored. He did not permit it, or
the close contact with naked soldiers, to excite him. For two years, he had
mastered his sexual needs, but in one brief and unexpected moment, he was
consumed by a surge of lust, a hunger for body contact.
His dry throat tightened, and craved the comfort of a swollen cock and
hairy balls, and a warm muscular embrace with a hard-bodied male. All the
restraint that Danny had afffected over the past two years disappeared
like a flash of lightning. He wanted to separate the cheeks of the naked
sargeant and kiss his ass. To announce his servitude. To dedicate himself
to pleasure once more. In a single moment, he was in love again!
Grappling with his self-control, he managed to pull himself away from the
door, and sit weakly on the nearest locker. He listened as the music
crashed to its' final climax and was silent. The rain intensified its'
poundings on the roof of the barracks and then, above the roar of thunder,
he heard his name.
"Pvt. Daniel Tobin? That's you, Right?" The voice was rich and virile,
an accent to the macho male, who now stood before him, fully dressed.
His starched shirt, opened several buttons at the neck, revealed a thick tuft
of dark chest hair. He was handsome. His dominant feature seemed to be
his dark eyes, smiling secrets, half-hidden by long lashes that curled
upward. His expression was stern and military. He was square-faced,
with a small lean nose. His mouth was large and, when it frowned, his
cheeks creased. The were like elongated dimples. His dark hair was not
long, but it was uncombed, and tumbled down, over his forehead in an
unseemly way.
"Well," he broke the spell, "You are Private Tobin, aren't you?"
The boy nodded, still overwhelmed by what went before, not trusting himself
to speak.
"You'll work with me. Starting tomorrow morning, eight a.m. You type,
don't you?"
The boy nodded again. "He must think I'm an idiot," he thought to himself,
but still he couldn't find his tongue.
"Well, go to supply and get your bedding. Number five, over there," he
pointed to a bunk, "Is open and yours." And he turned back into his room
and closed the door.
Over the several weeks that followed the abrupt introduction and
infatuation of Danny to Sgt Moss, little changed or improved. The Sargeant
retained his aloof stance with everyone, living like a shadow, entwining
his life with no friendships. At C Company, there was none of the expected
comeraderie associated with military life. Army discipline did not permit
fraternization between ranks. Dan Tobin worked side by side with the
only man who broke through his defenses, but he maintained a chaste and
obedient demeanor. He suppressed secret longings with solitary satisfactions
in hidden places.
Every night, after chow, the First Seargeant showered and dressed in clean
and sharp-pressed suntans. He went to the non-com club and drank in silent
solitude until lights out, when he would stagger back to the quiet barracks
in a semi-drunken stupor.
And every night after chow, Pvt Dan Tobin would position himself on the
toilet that best presented a view of the shower-room. Except for a towel,
carefully placed in his lap, he was naked, an unread book in his hands.
Danny learned the routine the first night, and every evening thereafter,
he sat motionless, on the stool, watching the shower water splash over
the nude body of his first seargeant, plastering down the voluminous hairs
that covered it.
As indirect as it may be, Dannys' pleasure was real. After the Sargeant
completed his ritual, he towelled himself dry and left. Danny would enter
the shower and, using the same-positioned showerhead, would masturbate
away his frustrated hungers. He was in love. In love with a statue, he
mused to himself. Once sated, he joined his friends for a movie or a
round of beer at the PX.
Payday came on the last day of the month. Because Danny had only recently
transferred into C Company, and his records had not yet caught up with him,
he did not get paid. He was broke. Every soldier who wasn't assigned to
duty went into town that night. That is, everyone except Danny, who stayed
in the barracks. "To write letters," he explained to cover his embarrassment
of refusing loans from new acquaintances. He preferred to alone anyway.
Shortly after lights out, as Danny fucked his swollen and horny cock into
the pillow, the door to the barracks opened with a bang, and a lurching body
staggered from side to side down the aisle between the footlockers. Raising
himself to the side of the bunk, Danny watched Sgt Moss as he weaved his way
to the far end of the barracks and down the few steps into the latrine.
Though the light was dim, that it is was Sgt Moss was unmistakable. Then
he heard the sound of groaning and the retch of vomiting.
Danny bounded off the bed, and grabbing a towel to cover himself, descended
into the latrine. The sargeant was sitting on the concrete floor, hugging
the toilet. Danny pulled off the towel that covered him, and moistened
one end of it with cool water. He wiped the sargeants' face with a gentle
touch, washing away the accumulated perspiration. The sargeant looked up
at him. Rolling his eyes in grateful agony, he upchucked again and again.
When the last dregs had finally his protesting stomach, Danny secured the
almost prostate man with his hands in his armpits, and helping him to his
feet, led him to his room.
The drunken sargeant collapsed upon his back and promptly passed out.
Looking at him, Danny felt a surge of tenderness amd caring, flash over him.
He reached to the sargeant to loosen his necktie, to give comfort. Ah!
that was better. Turning to the door, he started to leave. The light from
from the street lamp outside, flooded through the window and fell upon the
supine body of the sargeant. He was sleeping now, his face relaxed and
handsome, a smile on his full lips. Danny paused a moment, listened to the
steady breathing, Perhaps I should take off his shoes, he thought, and
maybe loosen his belt. He paused a moment and looked down at his erect
cock jutting out from his hairy loins, he could feel the weight of his
testicles. Pushing himself forward, they massaged the graceful arch of
the sargeants foot.
It was then that the long-denied desire took over and cancelled all
restraint. Danny didn't stop with just loosening the belt. He unbuttoned
the top button and slid the zipper down so that the fly fell open. The
growing mound of the sargeants' crotch, sent all the remnants of careful
restraint away like a flock of frightened birds. He slid the pants down
passed the buttocks and along the thighs. Very carefully he pulled them
off. His excitement grew beyond all bounds as, with nervous fingers, he
unbuttoned the suntan blouse. How enticing were the erect nipples pushing
beyond the black hair that covered them. How could he ignore them as
they beckoned to him? He leaned forward and kissed each nipple, sucking
it with a warm mouth. His lust grew from the animal smell, the scent
of sweat from the pits where tufts of hair grew. All control was gone now.
He pulled away so that he could look at this beautiful man. In a final
moment of daring, he flipped away the buttons of the boxer shorts, and slid
them down passed the ankles and off. My God! He's naked now!
A wild unruly spasm shuddered through Danny, his eyes concentrated on the
huge, hard, swollen cock as it soared out of the tangled jungle of pubic
hair, shining black in the reflected light. The foreskin had slipped
over the ridge, and the red tip beckoned. Danny bent over and kissed
the redolent testicles. Then sliding his tongue up the shaft to the
knob, he took the cock into his mouth. A sudden flood of sperm ejaculated,
striking the back of his throat. Sargeant Moss lurched, pulling his cock
from Dannys' mouth, and flipped onto his stomach. His heavy breathing
continued.
Danny, in astonishment, leaned back a moment, relishing the vision of the
naked man. He was amazed at what he had done. Still tasting the luscious
cum, he kissed the ass-cheeks, and inserted his tongue into the crack for
a brief taste of that part of him. Then he grabbed his towel off the
floor, and wrapping it around his waist, left the room, shaken by the
experience. He found his way to the bunk where he lived it over again
in wakeful dreams.
When he reported for work Monday, Danny felt extreme trepidation upon
entering the orderly room. He was afraid to face the violated First
Sargeant, but the sargeant was as always, quiet and aloof. Was there a
smirk of hidden knowledge on his face?
The days and nights continued as usual in the military, slow and monotonous.
The high point of Jodys' day was still the brief moments he spent in the
latrine, watching his idol while he showered. Now the sight of this
beautiful male animal excited Danny even more that it had before, for he
had tasted him, kissed him, felt him, loved him.
Several weeks passed without incident, but then one night, as Danny sat on
the toilet, his eyes riveted upon the hairy crotch of the sargeant as he
towelled himself dry, an amazing thing happened. When Sargeant Moss
passed him, in order to leave the latrine, he tossed his towel over his
broad shoulders instead of placing it around his waist. His cock,
partially tumescent, bounced from thigh to thigh as he strode in front of
Danny. He turned his head to him and said, "Good evening, Sargeant Tobin."
Danny watched the rotating ass-cheeks as he walked out the door. As always
his cock throbbed with pleasure, but was covered by his towel. Suddenly
what the Sargeant had said to him flashed though his mind. Sargeant?
Sargeant Tobin?
In the excitement of uncertainty and wondering, Danny bounded from the
toilet and out the barrack and ran, naked, to the Day Room. There on the
bulletin board was the official notice that...'Private Daniel Tobin was
elevated to Sargeant as of this date.'
How could that be, he wondered, a two-grade jump? But there it was, in
an official document, "Sargeant Daniel Tobin."
He ran back to the barracks and knocked on the door of the non-com room.
He was so astounded at what had happened that he forgot he was naked.
Forgot even to cover himself with the towel he carried in his hand.
"Come in, Sargeant," the strong voice called.
Sargeant Moss was lying on the bunk. He was smiling at him. A rare
twinkle in his eyes. "Close the door, Danny," he said, "Come, sit here
on the bed."
As he moved his body toward the wall to make room, the sheet fell away
revealing his hairy and ample testicles that spread out on the mattress.
His cock was so hard, the foreskin slipped back. It soared toward Jody,
who was hypnotized by the sight of it. Both men were naked now, facing
each other, and each was entranced by what he saw. The tug of lust and
desire pulled Jody forward so the his lips brushed against the sargeants'
mouth. The moist breath of each mingled in a half-kiss, but then Sgt
Moss turned away. The union was so brief that it was as though it had
not happened at all. A sharp change of mood prevailed. Danny remembered
why he was there in the sargeants' room.
"I saw the notice," he blurted out, I want to thank you." His voice was
choked with all sorts of emotions. Danny forced himself not to look at
the man, but to stare into his eyes, as he wrapped the towel around his
waist. His erection stuck out making a tent.
The Sargeant didn't move. He lay still his back resting on the wall. He
made no attempt to pull the sheet back to cover his hard-on, but instead,
grasped it with strong fingers, stroking himself. "You deserved it, Danny,
you should have jumped rank a long time ago," he paused a moment, clearing
his throat. There was a tangle of emotion parked there too, an uncertainty
of purpose, not common with the decisive First Sargeant. It was during
this pause that he stopped rolling the foreskin back and forth over the
glans penis. Then as though he suddenly realized the blatant display, he
reached for the sheet and covered himself. Now the barrier of cotton
towels and sheets had come between the two, and veiled their growing lust.
But a sense of harmony washed over them.
"To tell the truth, Danny, I did it more for me than you. You see Danny...."
he paused, and said in a whisper, his voice tight, almost choked, "I was
awake that night.....when you helped me.....when you did that to me."
Danny was struck by what he said. Knowing that Sargeant Moss knew, knew
him for what he was, sent all sorts of messages that had to be sorted out.
An under-current of excitement began to stir in Dannys' conciousness. He
was gay. Sure, a queer. That never bothered him. He loved this man,
this male animal stretched out beside him. What had bothered him was that
the first sargeant would reject him, turn away from him, hate him. But
he didn't. Instead, he teased him with his cock, showing off his beautiful
hairy male body. He jumped his rank from private, past corporal to sargeant
in one swooping gesture. He was teling him something, wasn't he? Telling
him he accepted Jody being queer, liked it, in fact. Ah God! If only
that miracle were true!
"I did what I had to do, I guess. You were sick you know. All I wanted
to do was help.....make you feel okay. And then I guess I got carried
away...." Danny paused. The details of the night passed through his mind.
and predominant to it all, was the remembered taste of sperm splashing
down his throat, so briefly, but there, and the touch of his tongue on
the smooth tip of his cock, and the solid hardness of it. Ah! There was
so much to remember.
He lowered his stare from the black eyes, liquid and shining, that tried
to hold his gaze. He was embarrassed. But Sargeant Moss took Jodys' hand,
tugged at it, pulling it under the sheet to his cock, solid and erect once
more. Danny instinctively circled it with trembling fingers.
I liked it Danny, I wanted it. I knew you were queer, you know. It's
coded in your service record. Then, you were there when I showered every
night, just proved that you liked me, you know, the hunger in your eyes
while you watched me. Yeh, I wanted it, so I planned it all."
He was taking fast now. Nervousness had taken over, and as it did, he
tried to fit more and more words in. Yet he kept repeating the same thing
over and ver.
"I wanted it, Danny. I want you, just like you must want me. We need each
other. I had to do something so we could get together.....you know, like
lovers or something."
Then a sudden fear flashed over his face. "Am I wrong, Danny? you do want
me, like I want you, don't you?"
Suddenly the mantle of responsibility shifted from one to the other. Now
Danny was the leader. 'He's a virgin," Danny thought to himself. 'He
doesn't know what to do next,' and he bent forward placing soft lips,
one on one, and gently drew the warm, moist breath into his mouth in a
soft sucking kiss, and then he pulled away, looking at him, a smile on
his face.
"Yes Michael, I want you. You see, I love you. With all my body, I love
you.....you know I'm queer...well, I never did deny it. I told the guy
at the draft board...well proved it to him even...but they took me anyway.
Ever since I got drafted I kept it hidden. Never needed it or missed it.
Until the day I walked into the barracks and saw you and heard the Brahms.
I loved you at that moment, even before I knew you....then, working with
you all these weeks I've gotten to understand you, and the love just kept
getting bigger and bigger."
He raised his head and their eyes met in a trysting now. "I've been with
a lot of guys, Michael, but I've never loved anyone, not the way I love
you." And he rose off the bed and kept his erection covered with the
towel, for modesty was called for now. Now that the admission had been
made.
"We have to be careful, Michael. The military dosen't take kindly to queers
like me. I'm going to the PX and get the stripes and sew them on. I got
all my back pay yesterday so we're rich. We'll go get a beer and
celebrate," and he slipped out the door and was gone.
The sargeant looked about the empty room. Suddenly all life had left it.
He was alone. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'the die is sure as hell cast
now.' And now that it was all on the table he felt a wave of relief. The
ti9me had come that he had been waiting for, for so many years. Everything
had been held back, denied, unacceptable, until finally the pressure grew
to such powerful proportions that he had to let go. To give in. Nature
will out. All things eventually come to the surface.
He thought back to that day when he first saw the code on Private Tobins'
service record. He had heard it mentioned among the non-coms that such a
code was used to identify and keep track of known homosexuals, but his
tenure as first sargeant had been too brief to have had many new recruits
transfer into his unit. But there it was, announcing to all who understood,
that the incoming soldier was queer, a faggot, a gay caballero.
After years of denial, the thirty year old sargeant finally faced his own
persuasions and, looking at them square and head on, felt a rush of
excitement, an eager anticipation.
That afternoon, when Private Tobin walked into the barracks looking for
him to announce his arrival to C Company, Sargeant Moss knew the force of
an attraction that had to be responded to. Can one man love another before
wrds are spoken? Or is it merely the ower of an infatuation, having its
roots in invisible vibrations that blend in harmony from one being to
another? Ah! He thought. The keyword is infatuation of course, but
isn't that the dorrway to love?
Inexperienced as he was, he knew that he desired the boy. A boy barely
twenty years old. But he didn't know how to reach him, to draw him into
an embrace, giving of himself. How could he signal to the boy that he
wanted him as a friend? As a lover?
It was pleasant and exciting to stand naked in the shower knowing that
the boy watched him as he soaped his body, touching secret places. He had
only then learned the pleasures of exhibiting himself. Modesty was the
code he lived by. He was aloof to everyone and a friend to no one.
But not by choice. The source of his disattachment from his fellow
soldiers was the bashful shyness that seemed to grow within him as the
knowledge of his deviation grew. Perhaps it would all change now.
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The Making of Sargeant Moss Part two
by joe wilson
The non-com club was crowded, and the noise level was high, but the two
sargeants were unaware of anything but each other as they occupied a
booth in the far side of the room.
"On Monday we go to Laoag. Just you and me. It's on the China Sea
about a hundred miles from here. That's why I had to jump you to sargeant.
It's kind of R&R with a little duty thrown in. Like I told you, we have
a relay station there,,,,on an island. Radio and teletype. It's my turn
to go, and I have to take someone with me. For two weeks. Only sargeant
and up are permitted. So you see what I mean when I say I jumped you
more for me than for you."
He lowered his eyes, again flooded with bashfulness, and tried to cover it
as he took a swallow of San Miguel. His next thought renewed the blush
that covered his face, but he said it anyway, "It'll give us a chance to
get to know each other. We'll be all alone on the little island without
much to do....."
They were separated by twenty-four inches of chrome and formica, but it
might as well have been a whole continent. Danny wanted to reach out to
touch him, that would pull him into an embrace that would show the world
his love, but this was impossible. Restraint was not only prudent, but
required procedure in the strictest term.
Still the thought of going to Loaog was incredible. Danny had heard some
of the non-coms talking about it, and of the pleasure of fishing and
swimming in cool clear waters, and the exquisite and rare solitude. But
it never occurred to him that one day he would go there. "Monday," Michael
said. Jesus! That's the day after tomorrow. The blood surged and
passions rose in anticipation. The day after tomorrow. Jesus! He drained
his beer and ordered another.
Monday morning awoke to the usual dark and heavy clouds that predicted a
summer storm. The sargeants loaded their jeep with two weeks supply of food
and drink. If one watched what was put into the vehicle, he would notice
cases of beer and a fair supply of grass. The phonograph with a selection
of records was among the treasures that accompanied them. The under-
current of excitement bubbled into frequent laughter and delight, and those
who knew SM/Sgt Moss could not fail to remark the change in his personality.
How buoyant and friendly he had become.
It took three hours to make the treacherous drive on narrow rutted roads.
The warm rain soaked into their clothing, but did little to alleviate the
heat. But another cloud of dampened spirits fell between them. It was the
cloud of uncertainty, for as their goal of isolation from army life drew
nearer, the fears of shyness, of inability to perform, of disappoointment
washed over Michael. Though he was the older of the two, his lack of
experience forced a feeling in inadequacy into his psyche. Could he
satisfy the beautiful young boy, a boy who capitivated him so? All the
common fears of the inexperienced virgin consumed him and ate his
confidence away.
Danny was sensitive to this withdrawal. There was no touching of swollen
cocks, or brushing lips on lips, as there had been in Sgt Moss' room
Saturday night. This morning they had been alone for three hours, yet
whenever Danny reached out to the sargeant, he pulled away, his head
averterd, his body stiffened.
Was the love they felt for each other so fragile that it could disappear
so quickly? As each wallowed in his private thoughts, the chasm between
them widened.
By the time they came to the small pier that jutted out into the sea, a
disturbing silence prevailed. The happy chatter that began so early in
the morning as they started their journey, disappeared.
The two soldiers they were to relieve, were sitting under a shelter waiting
for them. They were anxious to return to the companionship of army life.
The solitude, "Was great for a day or two, but two weeks was overdoing it,"
they laughed. But then, they were not lovers.
After helping them transfer the supplies from the jeep to the small boat
that was to carry them the three or four hundred yards to the island,
the two soldiers got into the jeep and drove back to the base, and Danny
and Michael wer left alone.
By early evening the clouds almost disappeared and the rain disappeared
with them. As the sun neared yesterdays' line, great splashes of color
in the remaining strips of clouds proclaimed its' triumph. Danny and
Michael rested on the veranda that surrounded the house, watching natures'
theatrics. They each inhaled a joint. The first of the day. And its'
searing smoke caught in their throats, caused a rampant coughing that they
eased with swallows of beer. They were settled in now, chores and duties
completed, time to renew their friendship.
"Did I do something wrong, Michael? Are you angry with me?" Danny asked,
his voice tight.
"No, of course not. What could you do wrong?"
"I don't know, you seem different today. Not at all like last Saturday
night. It's like somethings' come between us."
"Maybe it's just happening too fast for me, Danny, or maybe I'm scared.
It's all new to me, you know. What if I don't do it right, or when it's
all done and over with, you're disappointed. There're lots of guys around
more experienced than I am, I mean, maybe you'd like them better. Shit,
I don't know what I mean."
It was warm, with a gentle breeze coming off the sea. The crimson and
peach colors blended with the darkening blue, and reflected in flushed
colors on the soldiers' suntans. Danny looked at his first sargeant with
an appraising glance. A great rush of love and caring washed over him.
He knew this feeling of inadequacy. The fear of jumping into the pool
of water. Was it too deep or shallow? Too hot or cold? And he was reminded
once again that is was he, who would have to make the first move.
Rising abruptly from the chaise, he put the Brahms #1 on the phonograph
and turned up the volume. It was loud and stirring. No reason to soft-
pedal it here.
"There's no one to disturb," he said, "We're alone....just you and me."
And the brilliant first chords accented that fact. He lit another joint,
and after sucking a great gust of smoke into his lungs, he passed it to
Michael, and then opened another San Miguel to share, and in the dimming
glow of the tropical twilight, he stepped back on the veranda, and placing
himself directly in front of Michael, he began a slow dance calculated to
the marching rhythm.
He unbuttoned his shirt with a tease and a knowing smile, slowly and
enticingly revealing the bronze satiny flesh that covered him. He
tossed the shirt onto the floor, his chest exposed. There was a small
tuft of brown hair growing in the sternum, between two rust-colored and
erect nipples. They were large and prominent, jutting outward from the
spreading aerole, The thin line of hair that trickled down past his
navel and into his pants, wriggled back and forth seductively as he
undulated his hips in time with the music. Michael said nothing, but
watched every movement of Dannys' torso, his eyes concentrated on the
growing bulge in Dannys' crotch.
While he felt the delicious thrill of anticipation, he unbuttoned his own
shirt, and slipping his arms from the sleeves, let it fall behind him.
His fingers found his nipples and connected them to his swelling cock by
the rush of pleasure that surged from one to the other.
Danny smiled encouragement, but backed away out of range, delaying the
pleasure of a gentle caress. He sat down on the chaise and bending forward
removed his shoes and socks, and stretched naked toes that capped his
long and graceful feet. He reached to Michael and untied his shoes as
well, peeling off the damp socks. His hands tenderly massaged the high
arch and narrow heel.
Michael sat back, resting on his haunches, enjoying the sensation created
by twisting, ever so lightly his sensative nipples, while Danny sucked
on his toes, separating them with his warm and wet tongue, loving the
soles of his feet with kisses.
The grass reaching its' full effect now, intensified the tactile pleasures
and expanded time. The music thundered over them and obliterated their
sighs and moans.
Danny pulled away, and sitting back on his heels looked at Michael, whose
hands had now found their way to his erect cock, shielded only by the
thin material of his cotton pants. Their eyes locked in a lovers glance
and Danny mouthed the words, "I love you," and Michael smiled and did the
same. Reaching to Michaels' hands, he pulled him off the chair.
"Let's go inside," he said as he embraced him. They confirmed their love by
tender kisses, their lips soft and pliable, their mouths open and accepting
each other. All restraints had disappeared now, gone withthe sun, lost
behind the horizon. And Danny led his lover into the bedroom.
It was dark. Michael fumbled for the switch, but Danny struck a match.
He had noticed a large candle placed on the table by the bed. A practical
solution to the frequent power outages resulting from the tropical storms.
Lighting it, the room expanded as the flame flickered its' romantic glow,
caught momentarily in the light breeze.
Danny stook apart, separated from his lover. He unclasped the buckle of his
belt, and let his pants and shorts slip to the floor. Stepping out of them
he stood alone and vulnerable. The light from the candle danced over his
bared skin. His swollen cock jutted out obscenely, pointing to Michael.
The foreskin had fallen back over the ridge, and a tear had formed on the
tip of the piss slit.
Michael was spellbound by the sight of this beautiful young male animal
offering himself to him, and he stood motionless, as he absorbed the
reality of this experience. It was not a dream, a fantasy, conjured out of
inward heat and passion. Here, only inches away, within touching distance,
was the boy he loved.
He thought of what had happened just a few moments before, outside on the
veranda, when the boy wshed his feet with his tongue, kissing the soles
and heels and sucking on the toes, and he knew the boy was his for
whatever he wanted. Suddenly he was jolted by the certain realization
that he was master. His inexperience had no play here. Danny had made
that plain. Danny, on his knees, sucking on his toes, silently claimed
his slavery, and a great gust of power surged through Michael. He was now
in control once more. It was as if it had to be.
He released his belt and stepped out of his clothes so that he too was
naked. Standing with his feet apart, he thrust his hips forward, his
huge cock demanded adoration. Now the gears of their love affair slipped
into the position it was destined for, and Danny, the slave, fell to
his knees and kissed the genital altar. He took the hairy balls lovingly
into his hands, and he slid his tongue up the swollen shaft of Michaels'
cock to the angry red tip, and taking it into his mouth began to suck.
He sucked until Michael could stand the increasing pleasures no more, and
with a sudden jolt, the cum splashed, hot and creamy, sweet and salty.
The ejaculate hit Dannys' throat. The spurts came one by one, and he
swallowed them, and swallowed again, to make room for more, not to lose
a drop of the precious liquid. And when the spouting stopped, Danny
reluctantly pulled away. Sitting on his heels he looked up at the
towering god, still hard and firm, and yhe kissed it on its' tip.
Lookimng into Michaels' eyes, he said, "I love you, Sargeant Moss," and
Michael, looking down at Danny said, "I love you, Danny."
They fell onto the bved in a lovers embrace. As they lay together, their
silent thoughts followed opposite sides of the same pattern. "I am his
]slave now," Danny said to himself. "Whatever he wants or needs gives
me pleasure. I will do anything, anything for him."
And as Michael stretched his body, he thought to himself, "He is my slave.
He will do anything I ask." And a spasm of pleasure washed over him. He
turned his head toward Danny and said in a loud voice, "I am Master."
"Yes Sir," Danny replied happily.
And because by now it was late and dark, and they had gotten up early that
morning, and the emotion had drained them of their surface energies,
Danny snuggled close to his master, and kissing him on his neck, between
the ear and his shoulder, he fell asleep.
Sgt Moss remained awake. The excitement of his hew-found power jolted him
like an electric shock. His arms encircled his young lover, drawing himn
to him, thrilling to the touch of the warm and silky skin. He bent forward
and brushed his loips against dannys' lips. The flame of the candle
flickered its' weak light over them. Their cocks were erect, hungry for
nore of each other; more giving and taking, expressing love with sucking
tongues and kissing lips.
"He's mine," he said to himself. "He loves me. I know, but even more
than that he worships me, like a god. I'm his God, and I love him. I'm
his master now."
He pulled away from his embrace. Suddenly he needed affirmation of what he
knew to be true, but he needed to test his power over the boy. He grasped
the candle. It's light increased by the swift movement, as he lifted it
off the table. He wanted to look more closely at the boys swollen penis,
and at his testicles, rhw round globes covered with wrinkled skin and fine
golden hair, swirling in all directions. The balls were full of the elixer
of love.
He held the candle at a slight tilt and a searing drop of wax fell into the
abundant patch of pubic hair, where it ressted, caught in the many strands.
lowering his arm, the wax fell on Dannys' scrotum. Here the hairs were
sparse, and the searing heat of the wax caused Danny to wince in pain. He
did not wake up. There was an unexpected thrill in Michaels' loins as he
watched the boy, his body lurching with each drop of hot wax. He directed
it to Dannys' cock, where drops fell on the tender underside, and on the
tip, red and shining.
As the wax fell from the candle and struck its target, Danny moaned. He
moved his sleeping body as though to avoid the hurt, buy Michael, whose
cock was now so hard, so gushed with blood that it reached a painful
erection, continued to torment. Danny opened his eyes. Pleasure began to
build in him, too. Watching each drop of wax as it fell on his naked body
increased the pain, which somehow translated itself into an exquisite and
supreme sensation.
Michael pulled away to replace the candle on the table. He wanted his
hands free now, available to caress the naked boy, tolove his with his mouth.
The wax covered the cockand balls, and some had splattered over his stomach
and chest. Bending forward, Michael buried his face in the boys' throbbing
genitals and ate the wax that covered them.
Once he had peeled it away, he took the boys' penis into his mouth, He
rooled his tongue over the smooth skin, tight and expanded and, for the
first time, he tasted cock.
He was not prepared nor did he expect, the supreme pleasure of the suck.
A great sense of harmony and peace flushed over him. He learned for the
first time that this was the way it was supposed to be. The generous
exchange of lovers, the giving and taking of so exquisite a pleasure.
But strangly, the pleasure seemed to be his and his alone. It had never
occurred to him that the greater sensation, the most consumate fulfillment
of the suck, would come to the cocksucker himself.
He explored Dannys' phallus as it plunged in and out of his throat. His
tongue felt the swollen blood vessels that rode up the side of the shaft.
It sensed the smooth tip and found the piss hole. And he swallowed the
cock all the way into his mouth, and his nose was buried in the pubic
hair, where he could smell the rising passion of randy lust. Danny began
to cry, his body thrusting up and down in agonized excitement.
Instinctively, the master drew away in order to prolong the foreplay.
The grass they had smoked sharpened the sensations and, at the same time,
strengthened control, so that Dannys' passion receded momentarily from
its' peak, and Michaels' tongue slid down to the balls, licking the fine
curly hairs that covered them. Then back up the shaft again. He teased
the sensitive tip with his tongue. And Danny cried for release.
By now, each of the lovers was lost to his own needs. Michael had reached
the edge and could tease no longer. The fires that burned in his throat
needed quenching. He took the whole of Dannys' cock into the recesses of
his mouth. Moaning his need, calling out to hi lover, Danny raised his
body off the mattress and pushed his cock even deeper into Michaels'
throat, and the pulsating spurts of hot creamy cum exploded into it, and
the whole of Dannys' body shuddered with a pleasure that transferred
itself to Michael, who was lost to his own excitement as he swallowed
the sperm of his slave.
When the spouting receded, and the pleasure turned to pain, Michael sensed
Dannys' sweet agony and released his cock. They fell together in a lovers
embrace. Each was satisfied in his own way, and each loved the other for
it. The inexperienced master and the experienced slave drifted into a
deep and satisfied sleep.
The days that followed were clothed in brilliant sunshine. Scattered tuffs
of clouds contrasted with the deep color of the blue sky and added passion
to each sunset. It was then, at twilight time, that Michael resumed his
role of master, and Danny responded to his every need.
The mornings and nights were warm, the afternoons, hot and muggy, heavy
with humidity. There was no physical need for clothes, so they remained
naked in their garden of eden. Soft breezes caressed their skin with
natures gentle touch. They walked the beach that surrounded the little
island, and swam in the warm waters of the China Sea, rippling waves
lapping their cocks into exciting erections. It was fun exposing their
beautiful bodies to the occasional fishermen who passed by, grinning and
waving to them, puzzled at their hard-ons. They were free as the nearby
polynesians, romping in a natural paradise.
Sargeant Moss lost all his inhibiting forces in a cloud of marijuanas'
smoke. By the end of the second night he discovered the pleasure of the
sixty-nine, the simultaneous suck that exaggerated exquisite sensations
by sucking Danny' cock, and being sucked by Danny at the same time. He
learned that postponement increased their pleasure, expanding it to
almost impossible limits. They sucked balls and cocks and licked hairy
ass-holes for hours upon hours, while their tensions and needs grew
bigger and harder like a giant balloon, until finally it could expand
no more, and burst in frensy of pleasure. For Michael there were no
secret places for his tongue had found them all.
And then, one night, Michael discovered the fuck, the greatest of all
connections. Dannys' ass-hole sucked Michaels' cock into itself like
a vacuum. The sleeve of his rectum wrapped around the throbbing cock and
milked the precious cream as he ejaculated in pulsating spurts.........
Aaaaaaaaaaah!
And the last day arrived before they were ready for it. They had too much
need for each other to return to the restricted world they had left so
short a time ago.
"I hate going back, Danny."
"Yes, so do I."
They were clothed now. No more freedom of the natives. The hated uniform
covered their beautiful tanned bodies. They were waiting for their
replacements and the jeep that would carry them back to the base.
"At least we have each other. Someday the war will be over and we can
go home. Then we'll be together for always."
"That's so far away, Michael. This war can last of years. Sure we got
the Philippines back, but we've got to go into Japan yet. That can take
forever."
They saw the jeep as it approached, coming down the dirt trail in a cloud
of dust.
"You won't forget I love you, will you Michael?"
The jeep stopped and two soldiers got out of it. "Hey you guys, I'll bet
you're glad to get out of here. Did you hear the news? We dropped a
bomb on Hiroshima. Something they call an atom bomb."
And Michael and Danny got in the jeep and drove back to the base. Slowly.
What the soldiers said didn't mean anything to them, for they had never
heard of an atom bomb.
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