I pulled my hand out and lifted him and moved him to my right so that his ass rested in my crotch, and then I wrapped my arms around him and my hand resumed its journey of exploration. He made quiet, fussing sounds but did not resist, and soon my fingers had found their way to his goodies. His cock was iron hard and slick with joy juice. I slipped my other hand down his pants and cupped his balls. I couldn’t get a good grip on them because of his pants, so I slipped his britches down, over his hips, so that his ass and crotch were exposed. Then I cupped his balls again and took his cock in my right hand and began squeezing and rubbing it.
Christ, he was moaning in such a way that was driving me crazy. And the smell emanating from his crotch — better than any warm bread fresh from the oven. He was grinding his ass against my crotch and I was going to give him what he wanted because I wanted it too.
I got my fatigue britches undone and managed to lift the both of us so I could slide them down under my ass. We had a blanket under us that didn’t provide much protection from the cold, but it was better than Carson’s “permafrost.” Then I had to yank my britches down from the front, and when I did, my dick sprang up and settled nicely into the crack of his ass. I sat there a moment, breathing heavily from both the exertion and the stimulation of Carson’s moist heat pressing against me. I felt his hands move and I heard him spitting into his hand, and then it gripped my iron poker and slicked it up. Then he was pulling his ass cheeks apart and positioning himself against the knob of my dick. I felt it settle into the right place, a dimple of muscle in his anal cleft, and then he began pushing down, turning himself slight to the left and right as my cockhead probed more deeply into his ass. The heat there was amazing, and it spread out across my body, warming my joints and my bones. I could feel it flowing from my hands and through his sticky cock and balls and into his body. We were like two batteries that had been wired together, feeding each other our warmth and our sex.
The head of my cock popped into his rectum and he let out a surprised Oh! and then a satisfied Ahhhh as he slowly descended onto my sex wand. The sensation of being inside him was heavenly, a cauterizing heat that ratcheted up my horniness, and for the first time since reporting to the recruiting station all that time ago I felt a wave of undiluted pleasure wash over me. He buried himself on my dick and sat there for a long minute, letting himself get used to me I suppose, moaning quietly and pushing and prodding with gentle ministrations. I, in return, continued to jack his cock and fondle his hairy balls and breathe deeply of his scent, the warm, manish smell of a dick in full bloom.
After a fashion we began to fuck.
At first he was raising and lowering himself on my dick, but his thigh muscles didn’t last long and he had to stop, so I began stabbing at his ass with short, sharp thrusts, which satisfied neither one of us. Eventually I laid him on his side, careful to keep him on the blanket, and wrapped my right leg over his thigh and began sliding my cock deeply into his anus. I smelled a whiff of dirty ass crack but I kept going — none of us were very clean out here and that wouldn’t change until we got to one of the rest and relief stations way behind the lines. But I was able to work my cock up his ass all the way to the hilt, until my pubes were crushed against his butt cheeks, and from that angle we were able to establish a rhythm.
It was a wild, unbridled, sweaty-despite-the-cold fuck. I wrapped myself around him so tightly for a moment I thought I had become him. We were like one organism, undulating and pistoning against one another, my cock sliding into him and then out, his ass muscles gripping me and then releasing so that I could pound him, my urgency climbing the scale until I rolled him over and jackhammered his sweaty, yielding asshole. Throughout this I never let go of his cock and it had gone from stick and warm to steel-hard and white hot, and the pre-cum was dripping like a faucet badly in need of tightening. I could not get enough of him and as I thrust into him a final time, my lust went over the edge of a cliff and I held him in place and began blasting my sperm into his body. I pumped him over and over again, and I don’t know how many doses of cum I gave him but it seemed like more I had ever shot, and it felt so good I don’t know how to describe it. The feel of his moist ass against me, the smell of his ass and his crotch, his oozing cock in my hand, and the taste of his neck — all of it combined into a kind of aphrodisiac that gave me no choice but to lock my body against his and fill him with my joy.
That little button at the back of my brain, the one that was glowing a strident red, began to dim and I loosened my grip on Carson and merely lay there, feeling my cock in his ass, his cock in my hand, my breath on his throat, his heart beating. It was so warm and inviting and just so right that I never wanted the moment to end. If somebody came along now it would be the end of us, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to be inside Carson. To feel this euphoria, over and over. I never wanted it to end.
But it did. And the cold began creeping back in. And Carson hadn’t shot his load yet. So I eased my deflating cock from his ass, flipped him over and descended on his dick, finding it by touch more than sight. I crammed it into my mouth and sucked hard, nursing like a baby would nurse a nipple, left hand fondling those balls snugged up against his crotch and my right hand going between his legs to find his gaping asshole, which was now dripping with my spew. I slid a finger or two up inside him as I slid his cock inside me, and I sucked and sucked, letting my tongue rub against his glans and mushroom cap and up and down the shaft toward those hairy balls, and eventually he began to whine and his hands found the back of my head and then he stiffened and held me in place as he unleashed a flood of warm jizz into my mouth and throat. I gulped to keep any of his precious seed from escaping me. I wanted all of it. I wanted it to become part of me so that Carson and I would be together in both spirit and body.
Finally the bone went out of his cock. I sucked the remaining dregs of his jizz and savored the taste of it, rolling it around on my tongue, a kind of nutty flavor, pardon the pun, reminiscent of almonds. I pulled my fingers from his asshole and yes, they smelled like asshole, but instead of using some of my precious stash of toilet paper I simply rubbed them against the dirty walls of our foxhole until the stink was either gone or masked by the smell of soil. By that time I had begun to notice the cold, and so had Carson, and we both scrambled back into our fatigues and buttoned up as much as we could and resumed our embrace to share body heat … except now we were sharing something else.
As I held him, I heard the faraway crump of artillery. It picked up in frequency and I knew these were not simple ranging shots. Maybe the Nazis couldn’t sleep and wanted us to be miserable along with them. I didn’t matter. I had Carson and somehow I knew it would be all right.