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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,745
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More Secrets Revealed
Title: More Secrets Revealed
Series: Part II Secrets Revealed
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Percell comes to a realization.
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: slash, language
Pairing: Myron/Percell, Myron/Anderson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Zev Braun created them. I’m only borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes: Just a little short piec kee keep the series moving along.
Percell’s mind swims with the possibilities as he approaches the Lieutenant’s hooch. He wonders if Goldman will mind his company. The men were not encouraged to visit their CO without the Sarg’s approval, but then again there wasn’t a rule against it either. He couldn’t stop smiling at the thoughts feeling his head. He wanted nothing more than to kiss that pretty mouth and fuck that tight ass. Horn had been right about the desire, but he had been wrong about the feelings. Percell had never been allowed to care for the LT. Goldman was a stuck-up yuppie who wouldn’t lower himself to a grunt’s level. No one in the squad had gotten close to him, except maybe for Anderson, but he couldn’t help but to defend the boy’s honor when it was being attacked, he was his CO after all, and Goldman might not be the most approachable officer, but he was definitely the fairest.
He could still remember the first time he saw Goldman. The boy acted all confident in the truck, but he could sense that the new CO was scared out of his wits. He watched the Sarg talking to the boy trying to give him pointers on how to stay alive, but Goldman just ignored the advice, and when the LT jumped off the slick and took off running towards the jungle, he didn’t know who terrified him the most; the deadly VC or the cherry LT. Somehow or another, Goldman had managed to come out of the mission unscathed, and the men found themselves betting on how long the Cherry would last. To the squad’s surprise, especially Taylor’s, Goldman had managed to survive, and the boy was growing into a good officer. He was still cold at times, but he knew that an officer shouldn’t get too close to his men, so he didn’t take it personally, and it gave him a good excuse for the nasty fantasies he had been having about Goldman.
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One of his favorite fantasies involved a pool table, lots of beer, and a cheering squad of men cheering him on. He’s always imagined that he and the boys would be in the bar letting loose for the night, and trying to forget the last mission and the smell of human blood that had been spilt on their hands that day. Taylor would be boasting about how many Vietnam chicks he did last time he was in Saigon, and Johnson would be going on about what he was going to do once he was back home. Baker would be drinking some nasty-ass protein shake complaining that none of them knew how to take care of themselves, and Ruiz would be talking non-stop about his momma’s cooking. Just as he thought he couldn’t take anymore, he would look up to see the LT walking in staring straight at him. He would swallow hard as the man approached. He couldn’t help but to notice all of the other guys looking at the lean, tanned, pretty boy nearing him as well. He couldn’t help but to think that Uncle Sam should be ashamed of himself for sending over something this distractive for his troops for his enemies. This boy was going to get somebody killed one day.
“Percell, can I speak to you alone for a moment?” the LT asks with that sexy voice.
“Sure LT.” Percell leads him over towards the pool table away from the rest of the men.
“Anderson says that you volunteered to train the newbies today, and he thinks that you deserve a thank you from me, so I’m here to express my gratitude.”
“Gee LT, I was only doing what I thought was right, but I wouldn’t mind a thank you.”
With no warning, Goldman pushes Percell up against the pool table, sinks down to his knees, and begins to free his hardening cock from his uniform. Percell smiles and winks at Taylor as their LT goes down on him in front of everyone. The whole bar gets quiet as they watch the LT’s mouth swallowing Percell whole. Most faces are full of shock at the events unfolding in front of them, but looks of shock soon turn into arousal as they watch the Corporal fucking his CO’s hot mouth. Percell grabs the LT’s head firmly and pumps his cock in and out hard as the other men begin to cheer him on to orgasm.
“Oh shit Percell, that’s it fuck his face man!”
“Fuck yeah man. Shoot your load man!”
“That’s one hell of a thank yorcelrcell!”
He continues pounding into the mouth even though he knows he might gag the young man. He can’t help it. He has wanted this for so long, and the fact that he is doing it to him in front of all the men makes him that much hotter. He feels the familiar tightening of his scrotum, and he knows he’s getting ready to explode.
“Okay LT, here I go…umm…oh shit LT!” Goldman swallows eagerly managing to take Percell’s entire load down to the last drop. He wipes moutmouth and stands up smiling.
“Did you like that Percell?”
“Hell LT, you can tell me thank you everyday if you want.”
“Only when you truly deserve it.” Goldman turns around, and he leaves the oblioblivious to the glares and comments the men are giving him. Percell simply watches after the LT grateful that he had helped the newbies today, even though he didn’t want to.
He feels Taylor draping his arm on his shoulder, “Damn Percell, you the luckiest white boy I’ve ever k.”
.”
“You got that right Taylor, and next time I’m going to fuck him right here on this pool table and all of you losers can watch me wishing that you had a chance with a beauty like that.”
“Let me know when it’s going to happen. I’ll sell tickets,” Taylor jokes wondering how the hell Percell got so lucky.
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Percell approaches the hooch adjusting his pants for the effect the fantasy had on a certain part of his anatomy. He takes a deep breath wondering what he’s going to Was Was he going to show Goldman Horn’s letter, and deny Horn’s accusations? What good would it do to show him the letter? LT would then know about Horn’s and Anderson’s feelings towards him, and he did not want Anderson getting his hand on Goldman before he had his chance. What the fuck was he going to say when the LT opened the door? Was he just g to to stand there and drool?
“Damn Percell, get your head on straight, “he reminds himself. “I’ll just see if he needs his laundry washed or something. As long as I get to see him before I go clean the fucking latrines, I’ll be okay.”
He reaches up to knock on the entrance just as he hears a loud thump and some laughter following. He feels jealousy burning him up as he hears Anderson voice in the hooch.
“LT, everybody’s going to hear us if you don’t keep it down.”
“I’m trying Anderson but it’s so hard…Oh God that’s the spot. Don’t stop Zeek!”
Percell hears the quiet moans flowing out of the hooch, and he can almost envision the scene on the inside. They were obviously on the floor because he couldn’t hear any squeaking or furniture thumping. The moans had gotten muffled, so Anderson must have had his mouth or his hand over the LT’s mouth to keep him quiet. He closes his eyes in agoishiishing that he could see what was really happening. He feels pain in his palms, and looks down to see blood where he had been clinching his nails into the flesh in anger. The fucking Sergeant had gotten him first! The fucking slut had opened his legs open quicker for the Sarg than the girls do in Saigon. He was full of hatred and anger, and it took everything in him not to go in there and beat the shit out of Anderson for what he had done, but he knew that wouldn’t solve anything.
He had to have Goldman, and killing his boyfriend wasn’t going to help him in that mission. He listened to the moans escaping from Goldman’s lips wishing that they were directed towards him. He could almost imagine the soft tanned skin underneath him shaking in ecstasy and desire, and the taste of Goldman’s skin as he licked the salty sweat away. He shook in wanton need at the very thought of how Goldman would feel on the inside wrapped around his hard cock. He knew exactly what he had to do to make this all become reality. He knew that Anderson and Goldman would do anything to keep their dirty le see secret, and he was going to take full advantage of the situation.
To be continued in: Forced Encounter (chapter three)
Series: Part II Secrets Revealed
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Percell comes to a realization.
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: slash, language
Pairing: Myron/Percell, Myron/Anderson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Zev Braun created them. I’m only borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes: Just a little short piec kee keep the series moving along.
Percell’s mind swims with the possibilities as he approaches the Lieutenant’s hooch. He wonders if Goldman will mind his company. The men were not encouraged to visit their CO without the Sarg’s approval, but then again there wasn’t a rule against it either. He couldn’t stop smiling at the thoughts feeling his head. He wanted nothing more than to kiss that pretty mouth and fuck that tight ass. Horn had been right about the desire, but he had been wrong about the feelings. Percell had never been allowed to care for the LT. Goldman was a stuck-up yuppie who wouldn’t lower himself to a grunt’s level. No one in the squad had gotten close to him, except maybe for Anderson, but he couldn’t help but to defend the boy’s honor when it was being attacked, he was his CO after all, and Goldman might not be the most approachable officer, but he was definitely the fairest.
He could still remember the first time he saw Goldman. The boy acted all confident in the truck, but he could sense that the new CO was scared out of his wits. He watched the Sarg talking to the boy trying to give him pointers on how to stay alive, but Goldman just ignored the advice, and when the LT jumped off the slick and took off running towards the jungle, he didn’t know who terrified him the most; the deadly VC or the cherry LT. Somehow or another, Goldman had managed to come out of the mission unscathed, and the men found themselves betting on how long the Cherry would last. To the squad’s surprise, especially Taylor’s, Goldman had managed to survive, and the boy was growing into a good officer. He was still cold at times, but he knew that an officer shouldn’t get too close to his men, so he didn’t take it personally, and it gave him a good excuse for the nasty fantasies he had been having about Goldman.
********************************************************************************
One of his favorite fantasies involved a pool table, lots of beer, and a cheering squad of men cheering him on. He’s always imagined that he and the boys would be in the bar letting loose for the night, and trying to forget the last mission and the smell of human blood that had been spilt on their hands that day. Taylor would be boasting about how many Vietnam chicks he did last time he was in Saigon, and Johnson would be going on about what he was going to do once he was back home. Baker would be drinking some nasty-ass protein shake complaining that none of them knew how to take care of themselves, and Ruiz would be talking non-stop about his momma’s cooking. Just as he thought he couldn’t take anymore, he would look up to see the LT walking in staring straight at him. He would swallow hard as the man approached. He couldn’t help but to notice all of the other guys looking at the lean, tanned, pretty boy nearing him as well. He couldn’t help but to think that Uncle Sam should be ashamed of himself for sending over something this distractive for his troops for his enemies. This boy was going to get somebody killed one day.
“Percell, can I speak to you alone for a moment?” the LT asks with that sexy voice.
“Sure LT.” Percell leads him over towards the pool table away from the rest of the men.
“Anderson says that you volunteered to train the newbies today, and he thinks that you deserve a thank you from me, so I’m here to express my gratitude.”
“Gee LT, I was only doing what I thought was right, but I wouldn’t mind a thank you.”
With no warning, Goldman pushes Percell up against the pool table, sinks down to his knees, and begins to free his hardening cock from his uniform. Percell smiles and winks at Taylor as their LT goes down on him in front of everyone. The whole bar gets quiet as they watch the LT’s mouth swallowing Percell whole. Most faces are full of shock at the events unfolding in front of them, but looks of shock soon turn into arousal as they watch the Corporal fucking his CO’s hot mouth. Percell grabs the LT’s head firmly and pumps his cock in and out hard as the other men begin to cheer him on to orgasm.
“Oh shit Percell, that’s it fuck his face man!”
“Fuck yeah man. Shoot your load man!”
“That’s one hell of a thank yorcelrcell!”
He continues pounding into the mouth even though he knows he might gag the young man. He can’t help it. He has wanted this for so long, and the fact that he is doing it to him in front of all the men makes him that much hotter. He feels the familiar tightening of his scrotum, and he knows he’s getting ready to explode.
“Okay LT, here I go…umm…oh shit LT!” Goldman swallows eagerly managing to take Percell’s entire load down to the last drop. He wipes moutmouth and stands up smiling.
“Did you like that Percell?”
“Hell LT, you can tell me thank you everyday if you want.”
“Only when you truly deserve it.” Goldman turns around, and he leaves the oblioblivious to the glares and comments the men are giving him. Percell simply watches after the LT grateful that he had helped the newbies today, even though he didn’t want to.
He feels Taylor draping his arm on his shoulder, “Damn Percell, you the luckiest white boy I’ve ever k.”
.”
“You got that right Taylor, and next time I’m going to fuck him right here on this pool table and all of you losers can watch me wishing that you had a chance with a beauty like that.”
“Let me know when it’s going to happen. I’ll sell tickets,” Taylor jokes wondering how the hell Percell got so lucky.
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Percell approaches the hooch adjusting his pants for the effect the fantasy had on a certain part of his anatomy. He takes a deep breath wondering what he’s going to Was Was he going to show Goldman Horn’s letter, and deny Horn’s accusations? What good would it do to show him the letter? LT would then know about Horn’s and Anderson’s feelings towards him, and he did not want Anderson getting his hand on Goldman before he had his chance. What the fuck was he going to say when the LT opened the door? Was he just g to to stand there and drool?
“Damn Percell, get your head on straight, “he reminds himself. “I’ll just see if he needs his laundry washed or something. As long as I get to see him before I go clean the fucking latrines, I’ll be okay.”
He reaches up to knock on the entrance just as he hears a loud thump and some laughter following. He feels jealousy burning him up as he hears Anderson voice in the hooch.
“LT, everybody’s going to hear us if you don’t keep it down.”
“I’m trying Anderson but it’s so hard…Oh God that’s the spot. Don’t stop Zeek!”
Percell hears the quiet moans flowing out of the hooch, and he can almost envision the scene on the inside. They were obviously on the floor because he couldn’t hear any squeaking or furniture thumping. The moans had gotten muffled, so Anderson must have had his mouth or his hand over the LT’s mouth to keep him quiet. He closes his eyes in agoishiishing that he could see what was really happening. He feels pain in his palms, and looks down to see blood where he had been clinching his nails into the flesh in anger. The fucking Sergeant had gotten him first! The fucking slut had opened his legs open quicker for the Sarg than the girls do in Saigon. He was full of hatred and anger, and it took everything in him not to go in there and beat the shit out of Anderson for what he had done, but he knew that wouldn’t solve anything.
He had to have Goldman, and killing his boyfriend wasn’t going to help him in that mission. He listened to the moans escaping from Goldman’s lips wishing that they were directed towards him. He could almost imagine the soft tanned skin underneath him shaking in ecstasy and desire, and the taste of Goldman’s skin as he licked the salty sweat away. He shook in wanton need at the very thought of how Goldman would feel on the inside wrapped around his hard cock. He knew exactly what he had to do to make this all become reality. He knew that Anderson and Goldman would do anything to keep their dirty le see secret, and he was going to take full advantage of the situation.
To be continued in: Forced Encounter (chapter three)