The Horny Officer : Part 2
When Dar woke in the night they were still tangled in each otherís arms, as intimately intricately enlaced about each other as their weapons hanging on the of the bed. Dar lay in a kind of numb stupor, close against the soft warm body, staring at the ladís sleeping young face turned to him in the cold white moonlight that was falling across the bed. They had neglected to draw the curtains over the window.
They had neglected to take any of their clothes off. They had even still got
their boots on, Dar was just lying with his unbuttoned breeches sufficiently
pulled down to free his penis and allow it to go diving straight into the ladís
welcoming back passage.
His flaccid stirred at the memory.
The ladís eyes drifted open and stared into the hard grey eyes looking into his face in the moonlight. He smiled. Softly.
Dar lifted his head for a kiss, the lad lifted an hand to put about the back
of Darís head. Their mouths pressed. The tip of the ladís tongue came hesitantly
poking into Darís mouth, Dar made his own tongue gentler, to caress that
hesitant tongue as it came into his mouth.
They sat up and began wordlessly to undress. Dar struggled with his thigh length army boots and the lad leapt to it like a good Lieutenant to jerk them from his feet but his hands fumbled and slipped on the heel of one boot. Dar laughed and said in an husky and unusually soft voice, ďYour Captain will have you for it if you are so clumsy pulling his boots off.Ē
ďThe Captain never makes us pull his boots off,Ē the lad answered.
Dar was surprised to hear this but it was not his business and he did not want to lead the lad on to confide what troop it was he served in, which might mean the lad expected them to correspond or something. He just gave the ladís very close-cropped head a long slow caress, feeling the velvet stubble under his hand. He grinned as he did it. The lad would have been better off with just a short back and sides like Dar had, Dar knew without asking that that adored Captain of his had cropped hair and the baby Lieutenant had copied his hair style.
With his boots off, he stood up to shuck his breeches off his lean narrow hips, letting them fall in a heap with his shirt on the floor. The lad was sitting naked on the bed now, his lovely muscular shoulders hunched shyly. He was looking at the floor, not daring to check out Darís long thin hardening cock although only a couple of hours before it had been sunk in his backside, thrusting him into orgasm.
Dar knelt down and put his hands on the ladís big soft-muscled thighs, pushing them open to his gaze. Since they were here for the night, not going their separate ways after a quick in the stables, he determined to give the lad some slow pleasure. He did not think his was the favour the lad had picked up Ė highly unlikely, a big beauty like this one, but he suspected there had not been many lovers and those had probably been equally inexperienced fumbling young cubs.
He saw between his lean long fingers on the soft muscular thighs a big thick cock with a blue vein on the underside, thickening and hardening even as he watched. The balls in their wrinkled darker skin hung soft and heavy under his gaze. Dar reached out and caressed them, curling gentle fingers around one to make the lad gasp and sigh and catch his wide lip in his teeth. With one finger, still cupping his hand around the soft-skinned bollock, he delicately caressed the erogenous area between balls and hole.
The lad moaned, his cock was rising: big and turgid, Darís eyes glistened with pleasure to see him so well hung. His finger came skimming the rim of the ladís hole, back between hole and balls; he stooped his head and took the ladís big cock in his mouth. Caressing him with one hand, gripping the muscles of his thigh with the other, he sucked at the turgid hard cock. He ran his tongue down to the base of it, lacing patterns around the thick vein with the tip of his tongue, thrusting his suckling mouth about the hard throbbing head of the stiff column.
The lad sat rigid with ecstasy, helpless in his hands and mouth, moaning and grunting and spreading his big muscular thighs out to expose his cock and balls and hole even more openly for Dar Vaie to play with. Dar sucked on him harder, feeling his big thigh muscles tense and his hips thrust up then he was cumming in spurts that hit the back of Darís throat with salacious cream, cumming with hips and little screams of pleasure. Dar gagged momentarily on the spurt of cream unexpectedly hitting his throat, curling his tongue up as he continued to suck, to direct the next few spurts into his mouth, grinning as he savoured the salty sperm coming into his mouth.
Dar let the softening penis go from his mouth, knelt up and rolled the lad over in the bed, quickly and efficiently rolling a fresh condom onto his own hard penis, pushing his knees between the ladís relaxed knees, lubricating his arse again with a gentle thrust of a finger that got a jerk out of the post-orgasmic soft relaxed body beneath him.
He thrust in as gently and as deep as he could manage, successfully rousing the lad to renewed pleasure in spite of his spent condition. He lay on the ladís broad back, thrusting deep and gentle, deep and gentle into him, until he came with gritted teeth and a last long push to that butter blond body, hearing the lad moaning and when he passed a gentle hand over the ladís face it came away wet with tears of exhausted joy.
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