I'm rather concerned at the moment that I'm being recruited by...
Well, I'm not sure by what exactly. See there's this recruiter who's
tempting me to join up, but I'm not sure what kind of group this is. It
looks dangerous...sort of. I'm also afraid I may laugh inappropriately
during the recruitment process and find out if that's a grenade he's
carrying down there instead of something much more fun.
So, Santa, please help me out here and let me know what you
think I should do about this recruiter and his group of... Yeah, you
got me on this one.
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The sun was beating down harshly, and I wasn’t quite used to the heat here in Israel. I had
always dreamed of walking in such an ancient and beautiful country but hadn’t expected what was
to happen. I knew that there were blockades and soldiers watching who crossed in and out. Seeing
the young soldiers walking with rifles in the street was slightly new to me. At eighteen, all Jewish
men are drafted into the armed forces for a term of three years. I couldn’t imagine knowing that I
would be drafted and would have to serve regardless. It’s definitely not like here in the states. They
don’t care if you’re straight or gay….everyone serves their term.
I had taken a walk in the city and was wandering a bit outside the limits when a young soldier
came up to me. Being a foreigner, I travelled with my passport at the ready. I wasn’t very well
versed in Hebrew, but luckily for me most people spoke English. He was maybe eighteen with dark
hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. He walked up to me with his rifle slung over the front of his
chest. It was a little intimidating, but who could resist such a beautiful young man?
“Passport?” he asked holding out his hand. A small group of his buddies were off behind him
snickering about something. The heat and nervousness made me sweat a bit more. I fumbled for my
passport and wound up dropping it on the ground. I reached down to pick it up and he raised his
rifle. Behind him, the snicker stopped abruptly.
“I’m an American.” I said voice shaking slightly. “It’s ok.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” he said never taking his eyes off me. “Stand up.”
A mischievous looking
young man, standing in a
sandy military outpost,
wearing nothing but frilly
pink panties. He has a
machine gun in one hand
and with the other, he
beckons the viewer
towards him.
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Slowly I stood up with my passport in my hand. His hand shot out and grabbed it before I knew
what happened. The three other soldiers began walking towards us. My nerves were starting to fray
a bit. One of the soldiers walked up behind me and the other two flanked my left and right sides.
“I was just out site seeing,” I began to say.
“You will come with us please.” I was pushed gently from behind as they started walking off. The
dark haired youth pocketed my passport and had turned to leave after ordering me to go with them.
Not far off I saw what looked like barracks.
“Really, I was just out site seeing. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong if I did. Did I do something
wrong?” I asked the youth in front of me.
“Just come with us please. Everything will be all right. My name is Yonatin. We’ve had some
reports lately and need to check things out. Nothing to worry about.”
“But,” I began to protest but was cut short when one of the other soldiers briskly gave me a
shove. Apparently I was going whether I wanted to or not.
As we came closer to the barracks, Yonatin said something to the others in Hebrew. They all
laughed and one patted me on the shoulder. He smiled at me and I started to feel a bit more at ease.
The sun, the stress, and the heat were starting to wear me down a bit. I wanted to open my shirt to
try and get more air, but thought better of it.
We arrived at the barracks and Yonatin spoke to the others again in Hebrew and they left us.
Yonatin stood there smiling at me. There was a slightly devious look to it. Not quite a smile, not
quite a smirk. He handed me back my passport.
“You don’t look like you are used to our heat.” He said turning and removing the rifle. He placed
it against the side of the building. He smiled again and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I hope you
don’t mind. The uniform is a bit warm even for me.” I saw his smooth chest emerge from under the
camouflage. He finished taking off the shirt and folded it neatly, putting it on a nearby box. That
devious smile returned to his face.
Yonatin rubbed the sweat from his chest and wiped it on his pants. His muscles seemed to gleam
in the sun. He sat down and began taking off his boots. “Please,” he said, “feel free.” I unbuttoned my
shirt and took it off laying it down near his. By this time he had removed his boots and socks. He
stood up in the warm sand. He looked like what I imagined David to have looked like. Toned, and
beautiful.
“So…” I started trying not to stare too much. “Um…did I wander somewhere I wasn’t supposed
to? I’m just a little confused is all.” I had taken off my shoes and socks and stood up again in the
warm sand.
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“No,” he said coming a bit closer, “it’s just that we’re sort of a special unit. Usually we don’t see
many Americans out this way.” He walked up and placed his hand on my chest. “You could use
something to cool you down it seems” and he proceed to wipe his hand down my chest stopping
just short of the top of my pants. He smiled again and walked back to where the box was.
“Yes. It’s uh…well you’re right. I’m not exactly used to the heat yet. I just got here recently.”
“Mmmm” he murmured and turned his back on me. When he turned around, he had removed his
belt and was starting to unbutton his pants. “You get used to it eventually. Still, there’s nothing
better than getting out of uniform. Much cooler this way.” He said dropping his pants and turning
around to remove them. He was wearing nothing but what looked like thin pink panties. I could see
his firm muscular ass through them, a light dusting of hair on his legs. This was definitely not what I
had expected. He folded his pants and placed them with his shirt, grabbed his rifle and turned
around. He looked to me like an Adonis.
I was a little leery of the rifle being picked up again, but he walked slowly towards me staring
into my eyes. There was something there in that look. Something that was only slightly dangerous,
slightly devious, and something that told me that I wasn’t going to be harmed. His hand reached out
and undid the top of my jeans.
“Uhhhh!” I started to protest. “I um…what are you doing?”
Yonatin just smiled at me as his hand remained where it was on the top of my jeans. “Just trying
to make you more comfortable.”, he said. With that, before I could move or say another word, his
hand reached down and unzipped my pants. They fell to the dirt and I stood there in nothing but my
boxers. This was beginning to become more surreal and interesting at the same time. “Off with
them then.” He said walking a few paces back.
I reached down, hopping slightly to remove my jeans from around my ankles. Yonatin walked
around me in a circle as I did so. As I stood up, I realized he was right behind me. I felt his sweaty
chest against my back, his hands reached around me and helped to support me. Fingers brushed
lightly against my nipples as the sweat from our bodies mixed and mingled.
“Lean on me.” He breathed softly into my ear. I leaned back against him to finish removing my
other pant leg. I could feel his breath on my neck. His face was against my cheek. “You’ll feel much,
much better soon” he whispered in my ear. His hands travelled to my waist. I started to feel a
stirring and blushed. Was this really happening? I dropped my jeans in the dirt, but Yonatin didn’t
stir. He simply stood there holding me now with his arms wrapped around my waist.
“I told you we were a special unit.” He said softly in my ear and I felt slight nip at my earlobe. “My
friends and I are stationed out here for two months at a time.” His hand moved up my chest again
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brushing against my nipples. “It can get very tedious and boring out here.” I felt something hard
against my back and realized he had pulled our bodies together.
Standing in the sun, our sweat mingling against our bodies, and his hands roaming across my
chest I felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. It was as if he and I were the only two people in the
world. His hands slipped lower hooking fingers in the elastic of my boxers and slowly pulling them
downward. His lips brushed against the back of my neck, then were at my ear where I felt that soft
breath again. There was no mistaking what was happening now. My boxers were now down around
my calves.
“There is no shame in the beauty of the human body” he said softly and I felt him kiss down my
back as he pulled the boxers past where they would stay by themselves. I tried to turn, but he was
standing again and holding my fast. I was lost in the myriad of sensations coursing through me.
Fingers moved across my body finding delicate spots that made me feel weak. I wanted to turn and
kiss him. Try as I might, I was held in place.
“You see,” he said kissing my neck, “we were looking for others to join us. We were hoping to
recruit a few more good men.” His hand moved to my crotch taking hold of the prize. “It’s only two
more weeks and our service is finished. There’s nothing to do out here but stand guard and there’s
few people that pass this way” He had begun to slowly work his hand up and down on me. “Just two
weeks.” He said softly as I felt his other hand move to my bum. One finger slowly caressed between
my cheeks and I couldn’t help myself but moan slightly.
“I…” I began gasping slightly “I’m here for a month. My hotel is…”
“Shhhhh.” He breathed into my ear. “There’s no need for a hotel. You could stay here. There’s an
extra uniform. No one would know.” The sweat had worked its way down my back and his now a
damped finger entered me. “I’m sure we could accommodate you”
My hands reached out behind me and pulled at the pink fabric desperately pulling it away from
his body. His finger pulled out and his hand shot up to my face forcing it to turn as his lips met mine
and my hands helped guide him to where we both wanted to be. His lips parted slightly and our
tongues met. A groan escaped me as I felt him push inside.
“Welcome to our army” he said kissing me again as we stood in the warm sand, the sun beating
down, lost in our ecstasy.
THE END
Copyright ©2010 Michael S.
Email: Shadowmichael@gmail.com
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ROMMY AND JULES by Xara X. Xanakas
Dear Santa,
I've been very good this year (you know, depending on who you
ask...) and I was hoping for a pet.
I know cats and dogs don't normally get along, but these two seem
to be doing just fine. Do you think I've earned a little love this year?
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Rommy smiled as Jules started purring against his chest, the low
vibrations tickling his skin. He curled up to rub his cheek along the
close-cropped black hair and wondered to himself.
‘How did we wind up here?’
One minute, he had treed the big tomcat, and it seemed as if he had his tongue down his throat
the next.
Jules had been strutting past his yard for months, tail held high, swishing in the air as he went
about slowly driving Rommy out of his mind. Solid black fur, except for that intriguing white puff at
the end of his tail. He looked like someone had held him by it to dip him in paint. The huge green
eyes would zero in on Rommy as he would pass on the sidewalk.
Jules the man was no less striking. The close-cropped black hair only accented the luminous
green eyes. Long black eyelashes drew your attention to them, and you were sucked in. Rommy
tried to deny the attraction, but he would always notice Jules. Taking out the trash, mowing the
yard in nothing but a pair of loose cut off sweats, climbing the ladder to clean out the gutters,
Rommy noticed the man every day.
He knew he shouldn’t do anything about the magnetic pull he felt toward his neighbor. There
was a reason for the phrase “fighting like cats and dogs.”
Today, when Jules began his prance, that tail swishing, reminding Rommy of that hot, tight ass
he’d been trying to ignore, he snapped. He shifted and took after the tomcat. Jules took refuge on a
high branch in the tree between their houses. His tail puffed up, looking like a raccoon’s, and all the
hair along is spine stood at attention. His ears flattened against his head, and he aimed a low,
wailing howl down at Rommy.
Rommy paced around under that tree, barking his fool head off. He was biding his time. The cat
had to come down at some point.
‘When he does, he’s mine,’ Rommy thought.
Two handsome young men
cuddle naked on a white
bed with a white fur
blanket pulled up their
waists; each is tattooed on
his bicep – one has a wolf’s
head and the other cat
footprints
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Rommy watched in horror as the cat backed himself out on a branch and lost his footing. The cat
tumbled out of the tree, head first, rushing toward the ground.
Jules righted himself mid-air, and sure enough, landed on his feet. It didn’t cause any damage,
but it did sting and send shockwaves through his system.
Both men shifted to their human forms, grateful the magic allowing them to shift returned their
clothes. Suddenly appearing on the street could attract enough attention, appearing buck-naked
could be disastrous.
“Hey man, are you all right?”
“What the fuck do you care?” Jules was yelling.
“That was a big fall. Maybe you should sit down.”
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Jules was sputtering and flailing about.
Rommy hid his smile as Jules continued to berate him. He couldn’t help but admire the fire in
those green eyes, making them shine like emeralds in a jeweler’s case. Though he was several
inches shorter than Rommy’s six feet, he had broad shoulders, tapering to a narrow waist, a hot,
tight ass Rommy couldn’t ignore anymore, and an impressive basket for a man his size. A circle of
paw prints running around his bicep peeked out from the short sleeve of his t-shirt as he waved his
arms up at the branch he fell from.
“And another thing….”
“Huh?” Rommy’s thoughts had drifted during Jules’ tirade.
Jules stared at Rommy.
“You son of a bitch.”
“Pussy.”
They stared at each other, a playful smirk on Rommy’s face, sheer confusion on Jules’. Their
words sunk in, and the most adorable, incredulous look crossed Jules’ handsome face. Rommy
couldn’t help it. He pulled his neighbor into his arms and kissed him. Jules stiffened in his arms, but
released a sigh, parting his lips and relaxing into Rommy’s arms.
“Finally,” he breathed against Rommy’s mouth.
Frantic groping, grinding, and kissing drove both men to the brink. If they didn’t get off the street
soon….
Rommy pulled out of the kiss.
“Your place or mine?” A cheesy smirk played on his lips.
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“Mine. I know where I keep the lube.” Jules pulled out of Rommy’s arms and rushed up the
sidewalk to his house, pulling off his t-shirt and swishing that hot, tight ass Rommy was done
ignoring.
“You coming? Or are you just breathing heavy?” Jules’ taunt broke Rommy out of his trance. With
a snarl, he took off to follow. Jules squeaked and ran through his front door, leaving it open on his
way to the stark white living room at the back of the house. He pulled the shaggy white blanket off
the couch on his way to the thick pile rug on the floor near the windows. Sheer white curtains
diffused the bright sunlight.
By the time Rommy made it in, Jules was naked, lube and condoms on the floor next to him. He
stopped in his tracks. The vision waiting for him took his breath away. The soft white light
surrounding Jules’ golden skin made the man look like an angel. The green eyes bored into his soul,
adding to the ethereal quality of the being waiting for him – HIM – on the floor.
“You gonna stand there all day?” Jules’ voice was low, husky with desire. The look of pure lust on
his face made all Rommy’s blood rush south in a hurry, making him dizzy. He swayed a bit, taking in
the sight of his debauched angel.
Jules leaned back on one elbow and bent his knees, putting his feet flat on the floor. He let one
knee fall to the floor, opening himself, and stroked his long shaft, pulling the foreskin forward and
back over the head with his left hand. His eyelids sank lower, the green eyes cutting into Rommy
like lasers. He poked his tongue out to lick his lips. Rommy stood, rooted to the spot, unable to stop
watching the show.
Jules shifted his hips a little, and moaned as a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of that
beautiful cock. He brought is hand up and wiped it on his lips, and Rommy heard another moan. He
was a little surprised to realize it had come from him. When Jules leaned all the way back to the
floor and brought his right hand around to tug on his balls, Rommy finally moved. He crossed the
distance in three long strides and knelt next to Jules, not wishing to impede his progress. The sight
of him stroking and fondling himself was just too gorgeous. Rommy leaned forward and took that
open mouth in a kiss, licking along those full lips, tasting that bead of pre-cum on them. He groaned
and thrust his tongue into Jules’ mouth, reveling in the friction caused by slightly rough tongue he
found waiting for him. He rocked his hips along the side of Jules, careful not to dislodge either hand
from their important task. He watched, fascinated, as the foreskin moved back and forth. His mouth
watered at the thought of taking that into his mouth, tasting every bit of anything Jules had to offer.
His eyes feasted at they slowly traced back up the expanse of the body laid out before him.
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“I think you’re overdressed, dog boy.” Jules’ voice was breathy and low. Rommy leaned forward
and took one perfect brown nipple into his mouth. Jules hissed and arched his back, trying to push
more of himself into Rommy’s mouth.
Rommy smiled at the reaction and pulled back to flick his tongue over the tightened bud. Jules
squirmed under him, pulling faster on his cock. His hips started bucking as Rommy kept up the
assault on the nipple in front of him.
Rommy pulled back to admire the flush crossing Jules’ face. The pure bliss on his face stopped
his heart for a second, and he reached out to wrap his hand around the base of Jules’ cock. Jules
bucked and trembled for a second, then he brought his right hand up to wrap around Rommy’s neck
and pull him down for a searing kiss. He continued bucking into Rommy’s hand, and Rommy
continued rocking into Jules’ hip.
Finally, Jules let go of his erection and put both hands on the hem of Rommy’s t-shirt.
“Off. Need skin,” he panted. Rommy pulled back a little to kiss him, then stood. He stepped back a
few feet, still taken with the picture of debauchery on the floor waiting for him. He met Jules’ eyes,
only losing them for a second as he pulled the shirt over his head. Then he hooked his thumbs into
his waistband to push his shorts and briefs down. His heavy cock bounced with its newfound
freedom, and his balls hung low and full under a neatly trimmed nest of dark hair.
Jules rose to his knees and crawled to Rommy. He kissed Rommy’s thighs from knees to the
crease where they met his groin, rubbing his razor-stubble whiskers along them. He ran his tongue
along that crease and down the thick length in front of him. Rommy grunted and shuddered in front
of him. Jules ran his tongue under the pinched foreskin at the tip, and Rommy growled as his cock
grew rigid. When Jules took the entire length down his throat, Rommy groaned with pleasure. Jules
bobbed his head a few times, then Rommy pulled out. Jules looked up, the question clear in his eyes.
Rommy leaned down to push on Jules’ shoulders. “Lay down.”
Jules leaned back as Rommy’s heavy body covered his. He ran his hands up Rommy’s back from
his hips to the nape of his neck and back down as Rommy nipped, licked, and kissed his neck. Jules
bucked up into Rommy with each bite, and Rommy ground down with each pass of Jules’ nails
down his back and ass.
With a growl, Rommy began working his way down Jules’ body. He licked and nibbled at both
nipples, then dragged his tongue across Jules’ torso, tracing the lines of his abs. He stopped when he
got to the nest of soft black hair at the base of Jules’ cock. He breathed in the musky scent, then ran
his tongue down the crease of Jules’ leg to his balls. He sucked one in his mouth, gently tugging on
the delicate skin. Then he repeated with the second before dragging his tongue behind them to the
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soft skin of the perineum, and further to the glorious hole of that hot, tight ass Rommy would never
again ignore.
He grabbed Jules behind the knees and pushed them up to get better access, then he swiped the
flat of his tongue across it. Jules bucked and hissed with pleasure. He did it again, and he had to hold
the writhing body down. He traced the wrinkles of it with the tip of his tongue before finally
pushing into it. Jules trembled and pushed back against him. Rommy’s nose was buried in Jules’
balls, and he nuzzled them, sniffing deeply. Jules purred, and his cock started tapping Rommy’s
forehead in time with his heartbeat.
“Be a good neighbor,” Jules whined. “Please fuck me already.”
Rommy chuckled against the hole, and pulled his mouth back to lap at Jules’ balls, taking them
into his mouth again, then worked his way down the cock that had been trying to get his attention.
Jules closed his eyes and moaned.
Rommy never took his mouth off Jules as he grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers. He hissed
when Jules groaned and pushed back against his fingers. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he
carefully pressed two fingers into that hot, tight ass Rommy was now powerless to ignore.
He thrust his fingers into Jules in time with the rhythm of his head bobbing on Jules’ cock. Jules
bucked and thrust and tried to both fuck Rommy’s mouth and himself with Rommy’s fingers. Finally
Rommy couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled off Jules’ rod and leaned back to look into eyes that
had gone glassy and hazy in his passion. Jules reached out to him, and Rommy found a condom
pressed into his hand. He looked back at Jules, who licked his lips and nodded.
“Please.” Jules was panting, the muscles of his abdomen moving up and down in a fast tempo.
Rommy’s hands shook as he tore open the package. He pulled his foreskin back and rolled the
condom down his own leaking cock. It was a tight fit, and he was glad for it. He didn’t think he
would last too long once he was finally seated, so the extra pressure at the base helped control his
need. He used a little more lube on the outside of the condom, then he lifted one of Jules’ legs by the
ankle and positioned the head at Jules’ opening.
“Ready?” His own voice was dark with hunger. Jules licked his lips again and lifted his other leg
to wrap around Rommy’s waist and bucked against the cock nudging his hole.
Rommy started pressing in slowly. He felt the ring resist, then it finally loosened to allow the
head to pop through. Jules sighed with relief and pressed back further, urging Rommy to fill him
completely. At last, he was buried balls-deep in that hot, tight ass Rommy couldn’t believe he had
ignored for so long.
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He rocked forward, impaling Jules and stretching him open further by trapping his thigh
between their chests. He leaned forward to kiss Jules, and thrust at the same time.
Jules threw his head back when Rommy hit that spot. Rommy pulled back and did it again,
causing Jules to see stars. He kept at it until Jules was reduced to a series of hoarse guttural grunts.
The friction of Rommy’s groin against Jules’ trapped cock was exquisite, and he was panting and
keening into Rommy’s mouth.
Rommy pounded into Jules until he felt that tingling beginning at the base of his spine. As his
balls started to tighten up, he reached between them to grab Jules’ cock. Jules was so close to the
edge, it only took a couple of strokes before he let out a high yowl, spilling hot over Rommy’s fist.
His channel slammed tight against Rommy’s sheathed cock, and he dragged Rommy into orgasm
with him. Rommy howled as he filled the condom, thrusting forward with short, erratic movements.
Spent, Rommy collapsed onto Jules, tilting slightly to support some of his boneless weight. They
panted against each other for long minutes as Rommy softened and began to slip out. He reached
down to hold the condom as he pulled out of Jules, then he tied off the latex and dropped on top of
the t-shirt he tossed aside earlier. He rolled onto his back and pulled Jules on top of him. Both men
sighed contentedly.
“Now that’s what I call doggie style.” Jules settled his head against Rommy’s chest, closed his
eyes and started purring. Rommy settled back and allowed himself to drift in the warm feeling.
Jules was still for a few minutes, then raised his head and looked around, blinking his eyes
against the light.
“Cat nap?” Jules nodded and stretched out, grinding their naked groins together, creating the
most delicious friction between their cocks. Both started showing renewed interest. He used his
tongue to trace the tribal design running across Rommy’s strong chest.
“Tell me about this one.” Jules was tracing the modified Yin-Yang symbol on Rommy’s shoulder.
“Idealistic youth. The cat yin to the dog yang. Opposites attracting and balancing each other.”
“Well, we seemed to attract and balance pretty well here.” He idly traced the spiky designs along
Rommy’s bicep and forearm.
Rommy chuckled as he nuzzled against Jules’ hair
“What’s so funny?” Jules asked, grinding his hips down a little harder.
“Us. You do realize we are a walking, talking fucking cliché, right?”
“Well, you finally got the fucking part, at least.” Jules ground down again, then stretched up to
kiss Rommy’s nose.
“I’m serious. I am a dog named Romeo. You are a cat named Julius.”
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“So that whole tree incident was our own fucked-up balcony scene? Does that make me the sun?”
he asked, blinking dramatically.
Well, I'm not sure by what exactly. See there's this recruiter who's
tempting me to join up, but I'm not sure what kind of group this is. It
looks dangerous...sort of. I'm also afraid I may laugh inappropriately
during the recruitment process and find out if that's a grenade he's
carrying down there instead of something much more fun.
So, Santa, please help me out here and let me know what you
think I should do about this recruiter and his group of... Yeah, you
got me on this one.
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The sun was beating down harshly, and I wasn’t quite used to the heat here in Israel. I had
always dreamed of walking in such an ancient and beautiful country but hadn’t expected what was
to happen. I knew that there were blockades and soldiers watching who crossed in and out. Seeing
the young soldiers walking with rifles in the street was slightly new to me. At eighteen, all Jewish
men are drafted into the armed forces for a term of three years. I couldn’t imagine knowing that I
would be drafted and would have to serve regardless. It’s definitely not like here in the states. They
don’t care if you’re straight or gay….everyone serves their term.
I had taken a walk in the city and was wandering a bit outside the limits when a young soldier
came up to me. Being a foreigner, I travelled with my passport at the ready. I wasn’t very well
versed in Hebrew, but luckily for me most people spoke English. He was maybe eighteen with dark
hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. He walked up to me with his rifle slung over the front of his
chest. It was a little intimidating, but who could resist such a beautiful young man?
“Passport?” he asked holding out his hand. A small group of his buddies were off behind him
snickering about something. The heat and nervousness made me sweat a bit more. I fumbled for my
passport and wound up dropping it on the ground. I reached down to pick it up and he raised his
rifle. Behind him, the snicker stopped abruptly.
“I’m an American.” I said voice shaking slightly. “It’s ok.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” he said never taking his eyes off me. “Stand up.”
A mischievous looking
young man, standing in a
sandy military outpost,
wearing nothing but frilly
pink panties. He has a
machine gun in one hand
and with the other, he
beckons the viewer
towards him.
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Slowly I stood up with my passport in my hand. His hand shot out and grabbed it before I knew
what happened. The three other soldiers began walking towards us. My nerves were starting to fray
a bit. One of the soldiers walked up behind me and the other two flanked my left and right sides.
“I was just out site seeing,” I began to say.
“You will come with us please.” I was pushed gently from behind as they started walking off. The
dark haired youth pocketed my passport and had turned to leave after ordering me to go with them.
Not far off I saw what looked like barracks.
“Really, I was just out site seeing. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong if I did. Did I do something
wrong?” I asked the youth in front of me.
“Just come with us please. Everything will be all right. My name is Yonatin. We’ve had some
reports lately and need to check things out. Nothing to worry about.”
“But,” I began to protest but was cut short when one of the other soldiers briskly gave me a
shove. Apparently I was going whether I wanted to or not.
As we came closer to the barracks, Yonatin said something to the others in Hebrew. They all
laughed and one patted me on the shoulder. He smiled at me and I started to feel a bit more at ease.
The sun, the stress, and the heat were starting to wear me down a bit. I wanted to open my shirt to
try and get more air, but thought better of it.
We arrived at the barracks and Yonatin spoke to the others again in Hebrew and they left us.
Yonatin stood there smiling at me. There was a slightly devious look to it. Not quite a smile, not
quite a smirk. He handed me back my passport.
“You don’t look like you are used to our heat.” He said turning and removing the rifle. He placed
it against the side of the building. He smiled again and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I hope you
don’t mind. The uniform is a bit warm even for me.” I saw his smooth chest emerge from under the
camouflage. He finished taking off the shirt and folded it neatly, putting it on a nearby box. That
devious smile returned to his face.
Yonatin rubbed the sweat from his chest and wiped it on his pants. His muscles seemed to gleam
in the sun. He sat down and began taking off his boots. “Please,” he said, “feel free.” I unbuttoned my
shirt and took it off laying it down near his. By this time he had removed his boots and socks. He
stood up in the warm sand. He looked like what I imagined David to have looked like. Toned, and
beautiful.
“So…” I started trying not to stare too much. “Um…did I wander somewhere I wasn’t supposed
to? I’m just a little confused is all.” I had taken off my shoes and socks and stood up again in the
warm sand.
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“No,” he said coming a bit closer, “it’s just that we’re sort of a special unit. Usually we don’t see
many Americans out this way.” He walked up and placed his hand on my chest. “You could use
something to cool you down it seems” and he proceed to wipe his hand down my chest stopping
just short of the top of my pants. He smiled again and walked back to where the box was.
“Yes. It’s uh…well you’re right. I’m not exactly used to the heat yet. I just got here recently.”
“Mmmm” he murmured and turned his back on me. When he turned around, he had removed his
belt and was starting to unbutton his pants. “You get used to it eventually. Still, there’s nothing
better than getting out of uniform. Much cooler this way.” He said dropping his pants and turning
around to remove them. He was wearing nothing but what looked like thin pink panties. I could see
his firm muscular ass through them, a light dusting of hair on his legs. This was definitely not what I
had expected. He folded his pants and placed them with his shirt, grabbed his rifle and turned
around. He looked to me like an Adonis.
I was a little leery of the rifle being picked up again, but he walked slowly towards me staring
into my eyes. There was something there in that look. Something that was only slightly dangerous,
slightly devious, and something that told me that I wasn’t going to be harmed. His hand reached out
and undid the top of my jeans.
“Uhhhh!” I started to protest. “I um…what are you doing?”
Yonatin just smiled at me as his hand remained where it was on the top of my jeans. “Just trying
to make you more comfortable.”, he said. With that, before I could move or say another word, his
hand reached down and unzipped my pants. They fell to the dirt and I stood there in nothing but my
boxers. This was beginning to become more surreal and interesting at the same time. “Off with
them then.” He said walking a few paces back.
I reached down, hopping slightly to remove my jeans from around my ankles. Yonatin walked
around me in a circle as I did so. As I stood up, I realized he was right behind me. I felt his sweaty
chest against my back, his hands reached around me and helped to support me. Fingers brushed
lightly against my nipples as the sweat from our bodies mixed and mingled.
“Lean on me.” He breathed softly into my ear. I leaned back against him to finish removing my
other pant leg. I could feel his breath on my neck. His face was against my cheek. “You’ll feel much,
much better soon” he whispered in my ear. His hands travelled to my waist. I started to feel a
stirring and blushed. Was this really happening? I dropped my jeans in the dirt, but Yonatin didn’t
stir. He simply stood there holding me now with his arms wrapped around my waist.
“I told you we were a special unit.” He said softly in my ear and I felt slight nip at my earlobe. “My
friends and I are stationed out here for two months at a time.” His hand moved up my chest again
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brushing against my nipples. “It can get very tedious and boring out here.” I felt something hard
against my back and realized he had pulled our bodies together.
Standing in the sun, our sweat mingling against our bodies, and his hands roaming across my
chest I felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. It was as if he and I were the only two people in the
world. His hands slipped lower hooking fingers in the elastic of my boxers and slowly pulling them
downward. His lips brushed against the back of my neck, then were at my ear where I felt that soft
breath again. There was no mistaking what was happening now. My boxers were now down around
my calves.
“There is no shame in the beauty of the human body” he said softly and I felt him kiss down my
back as he pulled the boxers past where they would stay by themselves. I tried to turn, but he was
standing again and holding my fast. I was lost in the myriad of sensations coursing through me.
Fingers moved across my body finding delicate spots that made me feel weak. I wanted to turn and
kiss him. Try as I might, I was held in place.
“You see,” he said kissing my neck, “we were looking for others to join us. We were hoping to
recruit a few more good men.” His hand moved to my crotch taking hold of the prize. “It’s only two
more weeks and our service is finished. There’s nothing to do out here but stand guard and there’s
few people that pass this way” He had begun to slowly work his hand up and down on me. “Just two
weeks.” He said softly as I felt his other hand move to my bum. One finger slowly caressed between
my cheeks and I couldn’t help myself but moan slightly.
“I…” I began gasping slightly “I’m here for a month. My hotel is…”
“Shhhhh.” He breathed into my ear. “There’s no need for a hotel. You could stay here. There’s an
extra uniform. No one would know.” The sweat had worked its way down my back and his now a
damped finger entered me. “I’m sure we could accommodate you”
My hands reached out behind me and pulled at the pink fabric desperately pulling it away from
his body. His finger pulled out and his hand shot up to my face forcing it to turn as his lips met mine
and my hands helped guide him to where we both wanted to be. His lips parted slightly and our
tongues met. A groan escaped me as I felt him push inside.
“Welcome to our army” he said kissing me again as we stood in the warm sand, the sun beating
down, lost in our ecstasy.
THE END
Copyright ©2010 Michael S.
Email: Shadowmichael@gmail.com
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ROMMY AND JULES by Xara X. Xanakas
Dear Santa,
I've been very good this year (you know, depending on who you
ask...) and I was hoping for a pet.
I know cats and dogs don't normally get along, but these two seem
to be doing just fine. Do you think I've earned a little love this year?
***************************
Rommy smiled as Jules started purring against his chest, the low
vibrations tickling his skin. He curled up to rub his cheek along the
close-cropped black hair and wondered to himself.
‘How did we wind up here?’
One minute, he had treed the big tomcat, and it seemed as if he had his tongue down his throat
the next.
Jules had been strutting past his yard for months, tail held high, swishing in the air as he went
about slowly driving Rommy out of his mind. Solid black fur, except for that intriguing white puff at
the end of his tail. He looked like someone had held him by it to dip him in paint. The huge green
eyes would zero in on Rommy as he would pass on the sidewalk.
Jules the man was no less striking. The close-cropped black hair only accented the luminous
green eyes. Long black eyelashes drew your attention to them, and you were sucked in. Rommy
tried to deny the attraction, but he would always notice Jules. Taking out the trash, mowing the
yard in nothing but a pair of loose cut off sweats, climbing the ladder to clean out the gutters,
Rommy noticed the man every day.
He knew he shouldn’t do anything about the magnetic pull he felt toward his neighbor. There
was a reason for the phrase “fighting like cats and dogs.”
Today, when Jules began his prance, that tail swishing, reminding Rommy of that hot, tight ass
he’d been trying to ignore, he snapped. He shifted and took after the tomcat. Jules took refuge on a
high branch in the tree between their houses. His tail puffed up, looking like a raccoon’s, and all the
hair along is spine stood at attention. His ears flattened against his head, and he aimed a low,
wailing howl down at Rommy.
Rommy paced around under that tree, barking his fool head off. He was biding his time. The cat
had to come down at some point.
‘When he does, he’s mine,’ Rommy thought.
Two handsome young men
cuddle naked on a white
bed with a white fur
blanket pulled up their
waists; each is tattooed on
his bicep – one has a wolf’s
head and the other cat
footprints
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Rommy watched in horror as the cat backed himself out on a branch and lost his footing. The cat
tumbled out of the tree, head first, rushing toward the ground.
Jules righted himself mid-air, and sure enough, landed on his feet. It didn’t cause any damage,
but it did sting and send shockwaves through his system.
Both men shifted to their human forms, grateful the magic allowing them to shift returned their
clothes. Suddenly appearing on the street could attract enough attention, appearing buck-naked
could be disastrous.
“Hey man, are you all right?”
“What the fuck do you care?” Jules was yelling.
“That was a big fall. Maybe you should sit down.”
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Jules was sputtering and flailing about.
Rommy hid his smile as Jules continued to berate him. He couldn’t help but admire the fire in
those green eyes, making them shine like emeralds in a jeweler’s case. Though he was several
inches shorter than Rommy’s six feet, he had broad shoulders, tapering to a narrow waist, a hot,
tight ass Rommy couldn’t ignore anymore, and an impressive basket for a man his size. A circle of
paw prints running around his bicep peeked out from the short sleeve of his t-shirt as he waved his
arms up at the branch he fell from.
“And another thing….”
“Huh?” Rommy’s thoughts had drifted during Jules’ tirade.
Jules stared at Rommy.
“You son of a bitch.”
“Pussy.”
They stared at each other, a playful smirk on Rommy’s face, sheer confusion on Jules’. Their
words sunk in, and the most adorable, incredulous look crossed Jules’ handsome face. Rommy
couldn’t help it. He pulled his neighbor into his arms and kissed him. Jules stiffened in his arms, but
released a sigh, parting his lips and relaxing into Rommy’s arms.
“Finally,” he breathed against Rommy’s mouth.
Frantic groping, grinding, and kissing drove both men to the brink. If they didn’t get off the street
soon….
Rommy pulled out of the kiss.
“Your place or mine?” A cheesy smirk played on his lips.
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“Mine. I know where I keep the lube.” Jules pulled out of Rommy’s arms and rushed up the
sidewalk to his house, pulling off his t-shirt and swishing that hot, tight ass Rommy was done
ignoring.
“You coming? Or are you just breathing heavy?” Jules’ taunt broke Rommy out of his trance. With
a snarl, he took off to follow. Jules squeaked and ran through his front door, leaving it open on his
way to the stark white living room at the back of the house. He pulled the shaggy white blanket off
the couch on his way to the thick pile rug on the floor near the windows. Sheer white curtains
diffused the bright sunlight.
By the time Rommy made it in, Jules was naked, lube and condoms on the floor next to him. He
stopped in his tracks. The vision waiting for him took his breath away. The soft white light
surrounding Jules’ golden skin made the man look like an angel. The green eyes bored into his soul,
adding to the ethereal quality of the being waiting for him – HIM – on the floor.
“You gonna stand there all day?” Jules’ voice was low, husky with desire. The look of pure lust on
his face made all Rommy’s blood rush south in a hurry, making him dizzy. He swayed a bit, taking in
the sight of his debauched angel.
Jules leaned back on one elbow and bent his knees, putting his feet flat on the floor. He let one
knee fall to the floor, opening himself, and stroked his long shaft, pulling the foreskin forward and
back over the head with his left hand. His eyelids sank lower, the green eyes cutting into Rommy
like lasers. He poked his tongue out to lick his lips. Rommy stood, rooted to the spot, unable to stop
watching the show.
Jules shifted his hips a little, and moaned as a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of that
beautiful cock. He brought is hand up and wiped it on his lips, and Rommy heard another moan. He
was a little surprised to realize it had come from him. When Jules leaned all the way back to the
floor and brought his right hand around to tug on his balls, Rommy finally moved. He crossed the
distance in three long strides and knelt next to Jules, not wishing to impede his progress. The sight
of him stroking and fondling himself was just too gorgeous. Rommy leaned forward and took that
open mouth in a kiss, licking along those full lips, tasting that bead of pre-cum on them. He groaned
and thrust his tongue into Jules’ mouth, reveling in the friction caused by slightly rough tongue he
found waiting for him. He rocked his hips along the side of Jules, careful not to dislodge either hand
from their important task. He watched, fascinated, as the foreskin moved back and forth. His mouth
watered at the thought of taking that into his mouth, tasting every bit of anything Jules had to offer.
His eyes feasted at they slowly traced back up the expanse of the body laid out before him.
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“I think you’re overdressed, dog boy.” Jules’ voice was breathy and low. Rommy leaned forward
and took one perfect brown nipple into his mouth. Jules hissed and arched his back, trying to push
more of himself into Rommy’s mouth.
Rommy smiled at the reaction and pulled back to flick his tongue over the tightened bud. Jules
squirmed under him, pulling faster on his cock. His hips started bucking as Rommy kept up the
assault on the nipple in front of him.
Rommy pulled back to admire the flush crossing Jules’ face. The pure bliss on his face stopped
his heart for a second, and he reached out to wrap his hand around the base of Jules’ cock. Jules
bucked and trembled for a second, then he brought his right hand up to wrap around Rommy’s neck
and pull him down for a searing kiss. He continued bucking into Rommy’s hand, and Rommy
continued rocking into Jules’ hip.
Finally, Jules let go of his erection and put both hands on the hem of Rommy’s t-shirt.
“Off. Need skin,” he panted. Rommy pulled back a little to kiss him, then stood. He stepped back a
few feet, still taken with the picture of debauchery on the floor waiting for him. He met Jules’ eyes,
only losing them for a second as he pulled the shirt over his head. Then he hooked his thumbs into
his waistband to push his shorts and briefs down. His heavy cock bounced with its newfound
freedom, and his balls hung low and full under a neatly trimmed nest of dark hair.
Jules rose to his knees and crawled to Rommy. He kissed Rommy’s thighs from knees to the
crease where they met his groin, rubbing his razor-stubble whiskers along them. He ran his tongue
along that crease and down the thick length in front of him. Rommy grunted and shuddered in front
of him. Jules ran his tongue under the pinched foreskin at the tip, and Rommy growled as his cock
grew rigid. When Jules took the entire length down his throat, Rommy groaned with pleasure. Jules
bobbed his head a few times, then Rommy pulled out. Jules looked up, the question clear in his eyes.
Rommy leaned down to push on Jules’ shoulders. “Lay down.”
Jules leaned back as Rommy’s heavy body covered his. He ran his hands up Rommy’s back from
his hips to the nape of his neck and back down as Rommy nipped, licked, and kissed his neck. Jules
bucked up into Rommy with each bite, and Rommy ground down with each pass of Jules’ nails
down his back and ass.
With a growl, Rommy began working his way down Jules’ body. He licked and nibbled at both
nipples, then dragged his tongue across Jules’ torso, tracing the lines of his abs. He stopped when he
got to the nest of soft black hair at the base of Jules’ cock. He breathed in the musky scent, then ran
his tongue down the crease of Jules’ leg to his balls. He sucked one in his mouth, gently tugging on
the delicate skin. Then he repeated with the second before dragging his tongue behind them to the
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soft skin of the perineum, and further to the glorious hole of that hot, tight ass Rommy would never
again ignore.
He grabbed Jules behind the knees and pushed them up to get better access, then he swiped the
flat of his tongue across it. Jules bucked and hissed with pleasure. He did it again, and he had to hold
the writhing body down. He traced the wrinkles of it with the tip of his tongue before finally
pushing into it. Jules trembled and pushed back against him. Rommy’s nose was buried in Jules’
balls, and he nuzzled them, sniffing deeply. Jules purred, and his cock started tapping Rommy’s
forehead in time with his heartbeat.
“Be a good neighbor,” Jules whined. “Please fuck me already.”
Rommy chuckled against the hole, and pulled his mouth back to lap at Jules’ balls, taking them
into his mouth again, then worked his way down the cock that had been trying to get his attention.
Jules closed his eyes and moaned.
Rommy never took his mouth off Jules as he grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers. He hissed
when Jules groaned and pushed back against his fingers. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he
carefully pressed two fingers into that hot, tight ass Rommy was now powerless to ignore.
He thrust his fingers into Jules in time with the rhythm of his head bobbing on Jules’ cock. Jules
bucked and thrust and tried to both fuck Rommy’s mouth and himself with Rommy’s fingers. Finally
Rommy couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled off Jules’ rod and leaned back to look into eyes that
had gone glassy and hazy in his passion. Jules reached out to him, and Rommy found a condom
pressed into his hand. He looked back at Jules, who licked his lips and nodded.
“Please.” Jules was panting, the muscles of his abdomen moving up and down in a fast tempo.
Rommy’s hands shook as he tore open the package. He pulled his foreskin back and rolled the
condom down his own leaking cock. It was a tight fit, and he was glad for it. He didn’t think he
would last too long once he was finally seated, so the extra pressure at the base helped control his
need. He used a little more lube on the outside of the condom, then he lifted one of Jules’ legs by the
ankle and positioned the head at Jules’ opening.
“Ready?” His own voice was dark with hunger. Jules licked his lips again and lifted his other leg
to wrap around Rommy’s waist and bucked against the cock nudging his hole.
Rommy started pressing in slowly. He felt the ring resist, then it finally loosened to allow the
head to pop through. Jules sighed with relief and pressed back further, urging Rommy to fill him
completely. At last, he was buried balls-deep in that hot, tight ass Rommy couldn’t believe he had
ignored for so long.
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He rocked forward, impaling Jules and stretching him open further by trapping his thigh
between their chests. He leaned forward to kiss Jules, and thrust at the same time.
Jules threw his head back when Rommy hit that spot. Rommy pulled back and did it again,
causing Jules to see stars. He kept at it until Jules was reduced to a series of hoarse guttural grunts.
The friction of Rommy’s groin against Jules’ trapped cock was exquisite, and he was panting and
keening into Rommy’s mouth.
Rommy pounded into Jules until he felt that tingling beginning at the base of his spine. As his
balls started to tighten up, he reached between them to grab Jules’ cock. Jules was so close to the
edge, it only took a couple of strokes before he let out a high yowl, spilling hot over Rommy’s fist.
His channel slammed tight against Rommy’s sheathed cock, and he dragged Rommy into orgasm
with him. Rommy howled as he filled the condom, thrusting forward with short, erratic movements.
Spent, Rommy collapsed onto Jules, tilting slightly to support some of his boneless weight. They
panted against each other for long minutes as Rommy softened and began to slip out. He reached
down to hold the condom as he pulled out of Jules, then he tied off the latex and dropped on top of
the t-shirt he tossed aside earlier. He rolled onto his back and pulled Jules on top of him. Both men
sighed contentedly.
“Now that’s what I call doggie style.” Jules settled his head against Rommy’s chest, closed his
eyes and started purring. Rommy settled back and allowed himself to drift in the warm feeling.
Jules was still for a few minutes, then raised his head and looked around, blinking his eyes
against the light.
“Cat nap?” Jules nodded and stretched out, grinding their naked groins together, creating the
most delicious friction between their cocks. Both started showing renewed interest. He used his
tongue to trace the tribal design running across Rommy’s strong chest.
“Tell me about this one.” Jules was tracing the modified Yin-Yang symbol on Rommy’s shoulder.
“Idealistic youth. The cat yin to the dog yang. Opposites attracting and balancing each other.”
“Well, we seemed to attract and balance pretty well here.” He idly traced the spiky designs along
Rommy’s bicep and forearm.
Rommy chuckled as he nuzzled against Jules’ hair
“What’s so funny?” Jules asked, grinding his hips down a little harder.
“Us. You do realize we are a walking, talking fucking cliché, right?”
“Well, you finally got the fucking part, at least.” Jules ground down again, then stretched up to
kiss Rommy’s nose.
“I’m serious. I am a dog named Romeo. You are a cat named Julius.”
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“So that whole tree incident was our own fucked-up balcony scene? Does that make me the sun?”
he asked, blinking dramatically.
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