Making the Best of Leave Part 2
Again, another re-post of an old story.
PART TWO
Matthias "Long" Longstride heaved himself up over the granite cliff-face with a grunt and rolled over onto his back to catch his breath. The cool touch of the smooth, weather-worn rock felt good against his bare skin as he lay there in silence, staring at the warm pastels in the sky painted by the setting sun. The silence was broken by a call from the bottom of the cliff some seventy feet below.
"Long you up there or what?" He rolled over and glanced down to see Brad looking back at him impatiently with his hands on his hips and more than one hundred pounds of camping gear at his feet.
"Throw the rope down and let's get this shit up there!" he yelled.
"Hang on," Long yelled back as he lifted the coil of rope from over his shoulder and untied it. "Watch your head."
Long threw one end of the rope down the cliff-side where Brad tied it around the shoulder straps of the rucksack.
"Go ahead!" Brad shouted and gave Long a thumbs up.
"Hey," Long called out as he began to pull the rucksack up the cliff, "why is my skinny ass hauling this gear up the mountain?"
"Because your skinny ass wanted to climb first" Brad called back with a smile. When the first rucksack reached the top, Long untied the rope and threw it back down and the process was repeated. Brad began climbing as soon as he had finished securing the second ruck to the rope but it beat him to the top by a few minutes.
"What took you so long?" Long laughed when Brad finally rolled over the edge of the cliff. Long already had a decent fire burning in a clearing a few yards from the ledge and had begun to set up camp.
"Fuck..." Brad gasped to catch his breath, "you," the thin air more bothersome than he had imagined. When he recovered, the two put together their shelter halves and set their sleeping pads inside, one right up against the other, and sat next to the fire just in time to watch the sun disappear behind the mountains. They opened up MREs, filled the heating pads with water from their camelbaks and propped them against a log to cook.
The two young, nude horses sat in silence for a moment looking across the fire at one another, both watching the firelight shimmer across the muscles of the other's chest. Gazes quickly shifted down the body, across the toned abdominals and onto the penises that had been lengthened by their proximity to the flames. After a long stare at Brad's emerging member Long looked up at him and their eyes locked. In an instant the two read each other's intent and were understood. Long rose and walked to his ruck, rifling through it for a moment before producing an unmarked black bottle. Brad walked over to the ledge and looked out over the mountains toward the west, the last glimmer of sunlight silhouetting the mountains and staining the darkening sky.
"Tonight," Brad said in a low voice as he dropped to his knees, "I am yours." He dropped to his hands only for a moment and then lowered his head to the ground as he raised his flanks in the air. Brad lifted his tail into the air to expose his tightly puckered anus as an offering to his mate.
"Do with me as you please."
Without a word Long strode over to Brad and knelt behind him. The Arabian popped open the cap on the bottle in his hand and poured a thin drizzle of crystal-clear lubricant that sparkled in the firelight into his companion's spread ass. The thin gel slowly ran down over Brad's anus and onto his scrotum where Long's hand moved to catch the runoff. Slowly, he began to rub the lube on his partner's genitals with his left hand as he poured more lube with his right. Brad's breathing quickened as Long fondled his manhood and, setting down the bottle, began to trace his tail hole with a slick finger.
"Fuck me" Brad breathed his voice barely above a whisper. Long replied by slowly pushing his middle finger against his friend's anus with a steadily increasing pressure until it began to slide inside.
Brad shut his eyes at the mild sting he felt as his sphincter conceded to the invading finger. In a few seconds, the sensation was replaced by the tension and pleasure of his muscles contracting on the foreign object. As he relaxed, the tension too began to fade as Long continued to push deeper inside him one knuckle at a time. As the finger inside him began to tickle his prostate, the pleasure overwhelmed any discomfort and, along with the fondling between his legs, made his cock rock-hard. Long withdrew his finger only long enough to push two back inside his submissive friend. Even though Brad now filled a subservient role, Long knew that he still needed to allow his friend ample warm-up so as not to hurt him. After all, it had been several weeks since he'd butt-fucked Brad and he certainly wouldn't be able to take Long's powerful dick without a good stretching first.
After a few minutes and three fingers in his thoroughly greased ass, Brad opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at his mate.
"I want your cock" he said with a tone of desperation in his voice.
"Oh you want my cock?" Long asked.
"I need your cock" moaned Brad as he shut his eyes again.
"You need this cock?" Long taunted as he slapped his tremendous member against the "US" tattoo on Brad's left flank. "I guess you need it in your ass don't you?" he asked with a decidedly superior tone.
"Mm-hmm" Brad hummed.
Long tapped his shaft against Brad's tail hole before settling it into the crack of his ass. Picking up the bottle beside him, Long poured a thick stream of lube over his dick and into his friend's ass and began to rub his shaft back and forth between his friend's spread cheeks. As the strokes became longer, the head of Long's dick began to press against Brad's anus at the bottom of every stroke. When Long stopped and lined himself up to penetrate his mate, Brad was already beginning to drip pre-cum.
With a firm hand on each of Brad's muscular flanks, Long slowly began to push the head of his penis into Brad's waiting hole. The tip slipped through Brad's outer sphincter with no trouble at all but his inner ring was still tight. Long gently pushed against the muscle with a steadily increasing pressure until it yielded to his throbbing cock. With great strain on his self-control, Long was able to advance into his mate slowly rather than thrusting as hard and fast as he would have liked. The painfully slow pace of the warm-up ritual was testing his patience but he recognized the necessity of it all. His was, after all, the biggest dick in their whole battalion.
Feeling his ass hole stretched by his best friend again made Brad boil with lust for the cock inside him. The two war horses were almost in constant contact with one another on base but, due to the nature of their quarters, were rarely able to enjoy such open instances of sexual intimacy. Sure, they could sneak in an odd blow-job here and there, but barracks have always been decidedly lacking in privacy. The anticipation of what was sure to be a mind-numbing, toe-curling, spine-tingling orgasm overpowered the slight sting of penetration and filled Brad's mind with a haze of carnal desire. Just as he was beginning to wonder if the dick digging deeper and deeper into his ass would ever end, Brad felt Long's abdomen against his butt and his balls against his own. Long pulled out quicker than he pushed in and had soon settled into steady rhythm of long, deep thrusts. After a minute or so, Brad looked down between his legs and saw a distinct pearl of pre-cum swinging from the tip of his swaying member and sparkling like a diamond in the firelight. He wanted desperately to touch himself but even though his mind was foggy with pleasure, he was still able to maintain the discipline to savor the waves of pleasure as his friend pounded away at his ass. Long too was pacing himself, relishing the sensation of every clench of his partner's anus around his cock. For twenty minutes the two horses were locked together, one inside the other, both moaning with pleasure and lust.
"UuuhhhhhI'm gonna' cum!" Long moaned as his thrusts quickened. "Where do you want it?"
"Don't stop!" Brad panted "I--fuck--I'm so c-close!"
Long was almost shouting now, his eyes shut tight "I can't hold it, where do you want it?"
"As deep as you can put it!" Brad grunted, his voice shaken by the violence and depth of Long's thrusts.
"Fuck here I come!" Long shouted and slammed into Brad's ass hard and deep. Brad felt his mate tense up as the cock inside him let loose a torrent of warm cum deep inside his entrails. He tried to hold still while each throb brought another squirt of warmth inside him.
"My turn" Brad said, rising slowly to his knees while Long rolled back into a sitting position.
Long reached beneath Brad's left arm and took hold of his pulsating member. To his surprise, Brad had produced so much pre-cum that Long didn't even need to reach for the bottle of lubricant behind him. He was still balls deep in his mate when he began furiously pumping Brad's dick.
The pounding he'd just received pushed Brad so close to climax that he barely needed the reach-around. After only a few seconds with Long's helping hand, Brad found the orgasm that had been only just beyond reach for what seemed like an eternity just moments before. A burst of his thick white essence shot high onto his chest and over his shoulder. Spasm after spasm brought squirt after squirt of sticky gratitude from the loudly moaning horse. When the flow had stopped Brad carefully rose to his feet, relishing the clear sucking sound of Long's cock leaving his butt.
"Damn that was hot" Brad sighed.
"The fuck are you talking about?" Long said with a smirk. "We've only just started."
Long put a hand on each of Brad's powerful shoulders and slowly pushed him back against a cedar on the edge of their camp.
"Don't move" Long whispered. Long dug through his ruck and returned with a bandana and a length of black rope about a half inch in diameter. Long tied the bandana over Brad's eyes and began to tie his wrists to two branches just a few inches above eye level.
"Kinky" Brad chuckled. As his wrists were being bound Brad noticed the smells around him in greater detail than he had before. He was still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm but he could distinguish the smell of the fire, their sweat, the lubricant that covered his ass and Long's cock and the hands that were so carefully tying him to that sweet smelling cedar. Long finished with the last knot and Brad pulled against it. He had enough slack to struggle a bit and they weren't tight against his skin but they held firm under pressure. Long had always been better with rope.
Brad heard the lid pop on the bottle once again as Long began to spread more lube on his swinging manhood. True to form the Arabic's endurance was unbelievable. Without a word he took Brad's thighs in the crooks of his arms and lifted his captive's legs to gain access to his ass. Brad turned his wrists and took hold of the branches above him, hoping to make Long's job a little easier by supporting at least some of his own weight. Long wasted no time in a lengthy warm-up this time. He had just pulled out of Brad's ass not three minutes ago so he was primed and ready to be impaled.
Brad felt the tip of his mate's member slowly push into his still slick ass with little resistance. The new position put even greater pressure on Brad's prostate that before and he was soon rock hard once again. The deep and steady thrusting lulled him into an ecstasy deepened by the feeling of total surrender to his mate. Blind-folded, tied to a tree and taking a magnificent cock in his ass, he was at the mercy of his master and couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be.
Long had been thrusting for about ten minutes when he completely withdrew from his captive's ass. Brad's butt made a sucking sound as it relinquished Long's cock. Long gently pushed balls deep back into his friend and pulled all the way out again with a 'pop'. He again shoved his cock deep into Brad, faster this time, and popped as he pulled out.
"Looks like we've got a pretty loose ass here don't we?" Long asked as he thrust deep into his mate and resumed his normal humping.
"Mm-hmm" was all Brad could manage.
As the thrusting quickened and the strokes deepened the pleasure was quickly becoming more than Brad could bear. The dick inside him was pumping like machine, filling him up completely; he could feel a pair of balls slamming against his butt with each powerful thrust. Clenching around the cock inside him Brad desperately tried to reach release without the use of his hands as he bucked back against his mate. He could hear Long breathing hard and felt his pace quicken.
"Cum inside me," Brad panted, "cum inside me. Fill my ass".
"Tell me-" grunted Long in reply, "-again".
Brad's shoulders were burning from trying to hold himself up for so long but his attention was far from his shoulders.
"Fuckin' fill my ass" he growled through gritted teeth. The hands-free climax he was searching for was so close; Long's thrusts broke his words, "ho-ly-fuck-ing-shit-ho-ly-fuck--aaahhh!" he screamed.
The spasm in Brad's cock was noticeable even through its swinging in time with Long's thrusting as it flung strands of thick white cum onto both horses. Seconds later Long released his own load deep inside his mate, who was still streaming expletives and trying to catch his breath. When he had finished Long slowly retreated from his mate's anus and began untying his hands.
"Holy shit man that's only like the second or third time I've ever done that" Brad said with a sigh as he removed his blindfold.
"Done what?" Long asked. "Been fucked senseless while tied to a tree? 'Cause I find that hard to believe."
"No" Brad said, unphased by the quip. "Cum without anyone touching my dick. That was fuckin' awesome."
The two horses sat down at the campfire only to realize that they had completely forgotten about the MREs they had left in their heating pouches. They were nearly cold when the soldiers removed them from their pouches but they were quickly re-heated by close proximity to the fire.
"You know who this reminds me of?" Long asked with a smile as he tore the top off his pouch of rehydrated food.
Brad swallowed a mouthful of chicken and rice, "who?"
"Suka" Long chuckled. "That time he managed to fuck up a whole MRE at night because he was too afraid to turn on his light?"
"Yeah," Brad said, laughing. "He was afraid a sniper was going to see the light or something."
"And we felt so bad for him we all gave him part of our own."
"Fucking Suka. He was such a goof." Brad paused. "He was always so careful. I guess you can never be careful enough."
"That IED really fucked him up," Long said quietly. Staring into the fire they finished their meals in silence.
Inside their shelter Long and Brad lay spooning beneath a blanket on their adjacent pads. Brad had long since fallen asleep but Long couldn't push the memories out of his head. The last few years had been tough for them both. They were professional warriors but they had killed so many nameless faceless enemies, one had to wonder how many families they had crushed. They lost friends too, held them as they bled, begged them in vain to stay awake and saw their pupils dilate and their bodies relax as they died. Long was snapped back to reality by the brush of Brad's hardening member against his flank. He was still asleep but evidently dreaming. The thought made Long chuckle to himself. He fell asleep imagining the dicking he was sure to receive the next day.