Len and I, A Fateful Night
It's been years, and yet I still remember like it was yesterday. I'll always remember that night, even after my death. It was seven years ago now...
I guess I should give some background, before I begin my story. It's been about a hundred years since the Human Genome was mastered. With it, came the ability to solve disease. Of course, we're human. We used it to help us in war.
At first they experimented with manipulation of living beings, but that didn't work really well, but I don't know the details. Anyway, they decided on making warrior races for the fight. Combining human and animal DNA, they were able to make several specialized units. But, they forgot one basic thing: they still used human DNA. The finished products...well, they were still human inside. They had emotions. Fear. Needs. After 50 years, they...well, basically speaking they unionized.
Now, the government, ours being the only one to use the changed peoples,was faced with a problem. They could either lose most of their fighting force, end the experiment, 'create' females for them...well, keep in mind they've mastered gender specification...or allow gay sex in the military. Being proud, unmoving Christians bent on killing everything as they are, eventually they settled on allowing females and from that, breeding populations started. Right about now we should
be in the somewhere in the start of the fourth natural generation.
When females came about, of course, the genetic structure became less specialized for combat-only. So, basically we are left with a volunteer and sometimes draft-based military system, just like one hundred years ago. Guess things don't change forever... But, I guess that's enough with the damn history lesson.
It was seven years ago...why do I think like I've said that already...anyway. As it would happen I lived in a moderate size city, which means I've lived around a fairly varigated population. Which of course means I've known a few Anthros. Well, that's what they're called. Don't know the technical name for Semi-Human Genetically Modified Race, and I'm not about to say SHGMR all the time. Anyway, one of them I've known for a good amount of my life, known him since high school.
Went by the name Len Dewitz. Yeah, they adopted human names once they had females, before then they went by either a number or some nickname.
The good 'ol US was about to enter another damn war, and they decided they needed a draft. Both Len and I were called in, but I got off on some technicality or another. He made the cut, though. Which was fine for him, he was always fairly patriotic. Never really knew why, but he was.
Len was what might be considered a Dragon, but was actually of one of the specially designed races, combining aspects of several reptiles and mammals. Slightly elongated neck, a mane of hair, a semi-prehensile tail, and small claws are the particular features of his kind, as well as a wide variety of skin patterns, designed to act as a natural camouflague. Not exactly sure what kind of combat they were designed for, but overall Len wasn't much taller than me, maybe a bit over a foot.
We'd graduated high school a few months before we got called in for duty. We decided to celebrate his last day of freedom before being shipped off to boot camp by going to some bar. I recall what he said after we entered. 'There are alot of gals here tonight, man, and I'll bet none of them have a patriotic bone in there body...yet!'
As it would happen, we weren't all that good at the art of pick-ups. I, being a bit overweight, wasn't the kind of man most of the barflies would want, and dispite his overall uniqueness, Len was a bit too different for most of them. I remember one of the women there telling him something along the lines of 'I don't care if you're going to the moon tonight, I'm not doing anything, you freak.'
At another point we narrowly averted a barfight when we tried to get him with some girl's boyfriend. We ended up leaving after that and driving around for a bit. Eventually we got some fast food and decided to call it a night. We went done to my place to eat our wonderful junk food and watch whatever comedy might be on. If you can't get laid, at least you can still roll on the floor, I believe is what I told him. At the time it was about One-o-clock in the morning.
After a while of watching what counted as funny back then, we started to talk. I was wondering if he had anything to fear going into combat soon. He told me that his kind were made for war, both of his parents had died in war, and that if he didn't fight, he would be denying everything that he is. Eventually, we somehow got to the subject of whether or not he'd be coming home alive or dead.
As it would happen, Len was one of my best friends, I didn't want to see him dead in some hell-hole on the other side of the world. Really, we'd never actually told each other, but it was time. I told him that he was my best friend, and that I wouldn't want to see him dead because no matter what I'd always love him. He took that comment in an interesting direction.
Telling me that he felt the same way, he came close and pulled me into a tender kiss, his small snake-like tongue mingling in my mouth. I didn't resist. After what seemed like over a minute, he pulled out and told me that if it felt weird we could stop, it didn't have to go further. I kissed him this time for my answer.
This make out session lasted for a good while, both of us getting rather turned on within out pants. Looking down just at that I could tell he was fairly larger than myself. At the time we were both already sitting on my bed, as the best television in the house was in my bedroom, and given I only have my computer chair in there, we were sitting on the bed. He gently pushed me onto my back.
We began to slowly remove each others clothes, and that was when I first got a glimpse at his races' penis. It was shaped relatively like ours, but fairly larger. Without a tool to measure, I'd have to say he was around eight or nine inches. It was curved a far bit, and seemed to be ribbed past halfway down the shaft. The head itself was 'sharper' than ours, as well. I didn't get too much of a chance to look at it, though, before be began to gingerly nibble at my unoperational nipples. I moaned very softly
at this.
Before long he moved in, and I could feel his member getting ready to snake it's way into myself. He whispered into my ear that if I needed him to leave my insides, he would do so. I told him to go ahead. He slowly pushed his way into me as I felt my face flush with blood. Before then, I had never had any experience with another man, just a fair amount of strike-outs with the women. Of course, before then I'd never been in love, either.
Myself still on my back, I could feel his curve slowly digging itself into me, and luckily it rubbed my prostate around as he kept entering. His ribs gave me a great amount of pleasure while still rubbing my gland. Had he moved any faster I would have likely squeeled from it all. Once he was as far in as he dare go, he began to pump in and out, up until now only just entering. I could feel that he was in fact warm-blooded, as his large penis warmed me by a few degrees. As he kept going tender yet faster, he leaned in so that we could continue our previous mouth activities.
I didn't know how close he was, but I was in a massive feeling of bliss at this time. I didn't simply cum, no, but with every push and pull I felt more and more pleasure. After minutes of this, he began to speed up, causing me to leave his mouth, our mingled tongues coming apart, yet our drool still attached. I was moaning with almost every action he took. I could feel myself getting him wet from the inside, and he soon pounded very quickly for around a minute, just almost making me scream
in the heavenly shock of pleasure. He pulled out before I got the chance.
Sensing what he was planning, I rolled over onto my knees, my cheek resting on a pillow. He came into me once again, this time less sensitively then before, yet still not going wild. It was then that he whispered into my ear that this was in fact his first time. I told him the same, and he kept going.
By that time, I could feel the wetness that was coming from within me dripping out, and given that I had little chance to, I didn't swallow my own drool, which in fact still contained some of his own blend, little different form my own yet still special. Grabbing my shoulders, he started to push faster and faster, and this time I was given the right opportunity. I screamed very lightly, enjoying his presense in me. He tongued the back of my neck, increasing my pleasure to the point of no return. I could feel my penis secrete it's load, helped by no more than his pushing and pulling.
He kept going, and I wasn't complaining either. I could feel just how wet I'd become very easily, and he was sliding around very easily. It wasn't but a minute of this when I heard him gasp as I was injected with his warm sperm. Instead of pulling out, he rested on top of me, my knees having since given out from the pleasure.
We slept like that.
When I woke up, he was gone, and left me a note. I keep it in my wallet to this day, although I can hardly bear to read it.
Sorry I couldn't say goodbye. Last ngiht was wonderful, and I love you.
I'll see you soon, and mail you when I can.
Len.
He mailed me once in a while, yes. But, that wouldn't last. A week after hearing about a unit being ambushed, I got something in the mail from the army. As it would happen, he listed me as his contact. It was his tags and a regret-to-inform letter.
Two months later, the US ended up leaving what they called a 'conflict'. But it wasn't a conflict, it was a war, because it took something important to me. And, damn right I was angry. I was sad, too. But what happens, happens. Since then, man, woman, Anthro or Human, I've never been able to find a love like his, and mostly keep to myself.
If only he'd not been so proud, he could have just been kicked out, telling them he was gay. Personally, I'd rather have that. But, I know in my heart, that he died knowing in his heart that he was protecting me, in a way. I just wish someone else had decided to protect me.
There are those who'll say he might be out there, living in the wild, or maybe a POW, after all, no body was recovered. But I knew him too well. He'd never live in the wild very well, and unless he is being used as slave labor, he'd have been released by now.
And, that's my story of love long lost, but I'll never forget it, even if I'll never have it happen again. Thank you for listening to my ramble on for as long as I did, hope you one day have a story with a happier ending. And remember, there is a reason someone said those words, War is Hell, somewhere around two-hundred years ago, and never forget that.
Written by Matthew Genghis Fenner-Myers, AKA Honnou
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