Gold And Silver

Ferenc pinned Alexander’s hands above his head so that Alexander wouldn’t resist, and started to lick the side of his neck. With a swift move he edged over Alexander, to rest on top of him. And again he demanded access to his mouth. ‘Take your coat off,’ Ferenc demanded as a whisper into Alexander’s ear.
In a brief struggle Alexander and Ferenc were stripped to their army issue summer underwear of white cotton singlets, linen baggies, and thick-knit grey socks. Aware of the ludicrous nature of their struggle and its results, they chuckled, but then they doubled into a longer more tender cuddle - one that allowed both of them to explore freely at will, their hands roving over each other’s bodies.

Alexander rolled on his back and opened his thighs to let Ferenc find a home between his legs. No further encouragement was need, Ferenc pressed firmly into Alexander’s ballsack nestling still inside the loose linen drawers.
Ferenc undid the buttons holding him back from Alexander’s excited flesh. At the sight of Alexander’s stiff cock he sighed and drew in a deep breath, as though the very scent of a man made up the greater part of his sexual satisfaction.
Alexander put a hand on the back of Ferenc’ head, not to force him in to closer contact but reassuring him that was what he wanted.
Wrapping his hands around Alexander’s cock Ferenc raised it upward, allowing him full access to the slit at the top of his foreskin. He licked at the pucker, enjoying the full length of skin and the depth of the cover it gave to his knob.
‘That is beautiful, my man,’ Ferenc all but sang under his breath and he hummed with every lick and kiss. He held onto Alexander’s rock hard rod with a serious attention, hunkering in to give it a back-of-the-throat pleasure. With gasps between each press down to the lightly haired groin, Ferenc pulled back and gave Alexander a longing look.
‘It’s good, Fanny.’
‘Do you want fuck me, Ally?’ Ferenc whispered very gently. Releasing his hands from around Alexander‘s cock, he leaned forward to make contact with his face. Pressed over Alexander’s lips Ferenc urged him up, ‘I want you to take my arse.’

Alexander moaned as if the effort to move were a burden, but he managed to give a smile to Ferenc as in mid-move they came lip to lip once more. In the twist that let Ferenc sink on his back, he managed to bear down on Alexander’s mouth. Although the kiss was short, it made Alexander pull back; the intimacy was just too much to bear.
Alexander brought his hands to the back of Ferenc’ hamstrings; pushing his legs into the air, he hoisted his hips and pulled his short from him with little ceremony.
Ferenc grinned at the rough treatment, even closing his eyes as Alexander placed a hand over his throat so he could raise up the vest covering his chest.
Licking down Ferenc’ chest to his navel Alexander hesitated, but only to give a naughty look up at his sergeant. He went down further to Ferenc’ stiff dick, it nestled like an overgrown, rather swollen thumb in his tight curly bush. With a big smile covering his face, Alexander buried his head in the dark mess of hair.

Ferenc’ dick trembled as it was rapidly covered by Alexander’s mouth. The twists in his balls warned him that he would soon spew his load out of his cock which was rapidly growing harder. The warmth and pleasure of his breath and tongue, pulled Ferenc into spasms, his dick hardened to it’s full inches ready to spurt.
Gently and very slowly, Alexander drew back, realising how close Ferenc was to spunking off. He ran his lips across the shaft of Ferenc’ tender dick, and each time the head of his circumcised dick was touched minute electric-like undercurrents coursed up his thighs, over to his stomach, and then around to his whole body.

After a brief lick of his nutsack, making it become really tight, Alexander continued downward to Ferenc’ ass. Once there, he began to use his tongue deep in the crack, licking around his hole in brutal circles, stabbing the tip of his tongue into him, making Ferenc jump as he pushed spittle up into him with his fingers.
Eventually the intensity in Ferenc’ face grew as Alexander increase his finger-fucking action. Ferenc stared down at Alexander without blinking, but holding tight to his hair. With a tug, he pulled him back, ‘Fuck me!’
Driving his dick into Ferenc was easy enough, there was no ripping apart of his arse, he wanted to feel Alexander inside him so he opened with ease. Only when they had been going at it for some five to ten minutes did Ferenc begin to groan with an increasing mix of pain and pleasure. And just as Alexander seemed to be getting started, Ferenc cried out, ‘I’m going to squirt, Ally.’
‘Tell me again,’ Alexander told him, ‘keep telling me.’

Ferenc swallowed and took a deep breath, he repeated it over and again each time a little bit louder as Alexander pounded his ass.
Alexander growled and shoved harder inside of Ferenc, all at once sweat seemed to pour off him, and he too cried out that he was close.
Even without a touch to his dick, Ferenc trembled into a body-tensing spasm and great floods of spunk shot out from him. Splatters struck the head board, and the rest spewed across his chest and the bed.
Alexander gave a half-swallowed shout and he offload his seed inside Ferenc. Collapsing on top of Ferenc, he sucked all of the breath out of him with a long, deep throated kiss, and his legs tightened around his waist as his fingers gripped Ferenc’ shoulders in a tight embrace.

‘Come, dam you!’ Sergeant-major Weissenthal snapped as Ferenc tapped a second time at his bedroom door.
‘Reports, sir,’ Ferenc barked as they entered, gaving a smart salute to their near naked boss.
Weissenthal carried on washing at his bowl, but cast them a glance. ‘I take it these are important this time.' His face was pale, worn out by the endless war games the chief of staff expected to be carried out with ever increasing precision.
‘This one is,’ Ferenc said softly, approaching the gruff hairy bear of a man whose only decency was a towel wrapped about his waist.
Weissenthal wiped his hands and read it, he frowned then read it again. Sitting down to re-read it, he exposed all he had for Alexander to enjoy. Ferenc winked as Alexander gaped, he mouthed ‘Big’ and grinned.

‘Since the General Orders said all important news should be passed on the Chief immediately,’ Alexander spoke up trying to cover his embarrassed interest.
‘Quite!’ Weissenthal said. He leaned forward, drying his crotch with his towel, and added, ‘You know what this means?’
‘The Bulgarians are negotiating with the Germans; the Russian pact is dead.’
‘Yes, for sure,’ Weissenthal nodded in agreement with Ferenc, then he looked at Alexander for more.
‘If Turkey survives, it can only mean a more general Balkan war - or...’
The Sergeant-major rose, dropped down to leaver up his underwear and to lose his towel. ‘It means, gentlemen, the war that we all know is coming will be on us in eighteen months to two years maximum. It only needs a spark.’

The three men stood silent, starring at the flimsy piece of paper, each wondering how Europe and the whole world would cope with the industrialised killing such war would bring. It would be over swiftly, that was the only thing that the world agreed on.
‘Who else knows about this?’ The Sergeant-major asked.
Ferenc looked at Alexander, who coughed back from his nightmare of glory or death. ‘Privates Sikorski and Brehm.’
‘It must go no further.’ Weissenthal looked at the time of receipt. ‘This came an hour ago,’ he scoured Ferenc, but gave a thankful grin to his subordinate for the thoughtfulness of letting him sleep just a little longer. ‘Get them to my office this afternoon. And impress this on them, I’ll chop their balls off if this gets out.’

Alexander breathed a huge sigh of release as he closed his door and locked it. He pulled the thin curtain material across the window as a routine rather than to keep out the watery glow of the sun.
Turning to his gramophone player he sifted through his small collection of duplex shallac discs and picked out the latest addition. Winding up the machine he placed the needle to the spinning record and he cried into himself, long tear-stained sobs.
In a few hours Zoltan would be wed to Katarina, the rather sweet natured girl he’d known forever. They would be happy; they might even like his gift of silver cutlery; but a gold ring would always stand between him and the only man he could ever love.
Alexander sagged into a chair and wept as The Gold And Silver waltz played on.