Change of Plans

The next morning, Louis was busy making breakfast when something brushed by him. He looked up to see Pierre standing next to him, so close that he could feel the heat from the other man’s skin. The Englander’s hand rubbed along his hip.

“Pierre, be careful. I know there is no one around right now, but there could be at any minute. Especially with my magnifique crepes.” LeBeau closed his eyes in anticipation of the flavor explosion to come.

Newkirk smirked at him and started to move closer, but he pulled away when the door opened and Colonel Hogan walked in. He looked determined.

“LeBeau, in my office, now!” Colonel Hogan seemed very angry over something, and Louis was not in a big hurry to find out.

“But mon Colonel, breakfast-”

“Will be waiting for you when you get back.” He stared at Louis until the Corporal reluctantly removed his apron and chef’s hat and walked toward the Colonel’s office. The door was shut behind him and locked.

LeBeau eyed Colonel Hogan suspiciously. Had aliens come for the real Colonel Hogan and replaced him with a double? The Colonel was acting strangely.

“LeBeau, do you want to tell me why you have been sneaking out every Monday night after midnight for the past three weeks?”

Louis’ jaw hit the floor. He would never have suspected, never in a million years. Perhaps his stealth mode was not as stealth as he had given himself credit for. “How did you know?” he finally asked.

“LeBeau, we’re all spies, remember? We know when someone is doing something they’re not supposed to be doing.” Hogan’s demeanor was firm yet slightly amused.

“Yes, Sir. What is my punishment?” LeBeau looked down at the floor, expecting the worst.

“Well you have two options. You can either tell me, in great detail, what you’ve been doing on your midnight missions, in addition to doing laundry for the next 30 days. Or, if you won’t talk, you can work on garbage detail for the next 30 days, longer if I catch you sneaking out like that again. So, Corporal?” Colonel Hogan glared at him now.

“Are there any other options, Sir?” Louis knew he was risking a harsher punishment, but both choices were unpleasant.

Colonel Hogan said nothing but was clearly irritated. “I guess option number one, Colonel.” He looked away in embarrassment. He hated discussing personal matters with Colonel Hogan but certainly didn’t want to be stuck on garbage duty for a full month.

“I’m waiting, Corporal.” Colonel Hogan sat on his bottom bunk and crossed his arms.

LeBeau cleared his throat. “Oui, Colonel. Do you remember Gretchen, the girl that gave us some information last month?”

Colonel Hogan nodded but said nothing.

“Well, Colonel, she invited me to visit her when her father was away. He works the graveyard shift on Mondays.”

“Only on Mondays?” Colonel Hogan didn’t look convinced.

“Oui, mon Colonel. He normally works the day shift but works double shifts on Monday for extra money. Gretchen wanted me to teach her French cuisine so that she could cook something special for her father’s birthday.” Louis risked a little smile. The pride of his country and profession always got to him.

“You expect me to believe that, LeBeau?” The Colonel was not amused.

“It is true, Colonel! I would never kid about France and food!” Louis hung his head. “Well it started out that way. The first night I snuck out she told me that she was not really interested in cooking. I was disappointed, until-”

“Well, Corporal? Until what?” Colonel Hogan glared at LeBeau.

“She kissed me. Then she confessed that she was actually interested in me. Do you know what it is like for a Frenchman in this outfit, Colonel? No women, no decent ingredients to cook with, no women…”

“LeBeau,” the Colonel warned, “are you telling me that all you two did was kiss? For four weeks straight?”

“She’s not that kind of girl, Colonel. We didn’t do that, if that’s what you mean.” Louis could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. When he joined the French forces, he never dreamed he would one day be telling an officer about his love life, and in such detail.

“So all you two did was kiss then.”

“No, Colonel. I cannot lie to you. We did more than kiss.”

“LeBeau… You agreed to tell me everything, in detail.” The Colonel seemed to be lightening up a little but was still perturbed.

“Oui, mon Colonel, but personal details? Please, Sir!”

“Corporal…”

“Okay. She let me see her breasts.”

“And?”

“She let me touch them.”

“With your hands only?”

Louis’ cheeks were on fire. “With my mouth too, mon Colonel.”

“Fine, Corporal. What else?”

“I let her see me too.”

“Explain.”

“Mon Colonel, please!”

“For crying out loud, LeBeau. You’re French. It shouldn’t be so hard to say that she saw your penis!”

“Colonel! Lower your voice, please!” This was not going well. Suddenly garbage detail didn’t seem so bad.

“LeBeau?”

“Yes, mon Colonel. She saw my, uh, my penis.”

“Did she touch it?”

Louis was beyond uncomfortable now. Why would Colonel Hogan be asking all of these intimate questions? This punishment was far worse than laundry and garbage detail put together! Perhaps that was the whole point. The Colonel’s ways could be somewhat unorthodox but usually worked out for the best.

“Corporal, I asked you a question. Did she touch your penis?” Colonel Hogan had uncrossed his arms and leaned slightly forward on the bed. What was that look in his eyes? Anticipation? Louis gulped.

“Yes, Colonel. She touched it. Many times.” This was getting to be too much. What good could this possibly be doing? Unless– Louis looked at the Colonel again and noticed that his hands were covering his groin. The Colonel was getting off on what Louis was telling him! LeBeau had to find a way out of this situation.

“Sir, I’m not feeling so well…”

“LeBeau, I haven’t dismissed you yet. You didn’t tell me whether or not Gretchen sucked your cock. If she touched it, then why not do other things to it?” Colonel Hogan was clearly struggling to cover the evidence of his erection, but Louis was not fooled.

“Colonel, please.” He sighed. “She didn’t put her mouth on it. Just her hands. And if you must know, I made a mess of my shirt. Now may I go, Colonel?”

“Okay, LeBeau, go ahead.” Colonel Hogan rose to unlock the door. Louis could see the outline of a mighty erection straining at the Colonel’s pants. It looked very uncomfortable.

Louis wondered if he was the crazy one when he felt a stirring in his groin. Getting turned on by Newkirk was one thing, but the Colonel? That was a big line to cross.

LeBeau’s hand clamped onto Hogan’s as he reached for the doorknob. The Colonel didn’t have much time to react before the Frenchman dropped to his knees in front of him.

“LeBeau, what are you doing?”

“Mon Colonel, I have no idea, but what I do know is that it is my duty to serve you.” Before Colonel Hogan could protest, Louis had unbuttoned and unzipped his commanding officer’s pants and had taken the head of his cock into his mouth. The Frenchman started to swallow his dick.

Colonel Hogan couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped his lips. He pulled Louis’ head back until just the tip of his member was in LeBeau’s mouth. “Why?” Hogan asked the other man. Louis looked up at his commanding officer and flicked his tongue against the hard flesh between his lips.

Louis shrugged. “I’ve never tried it before.”

“LeBeau, I don’t know.” Colonel Hogan’s dick twitched at the feel of Louis’ tongue on his erection. Their eyes met at the moment LeBeau took Hogan’s member back into his mouth. The Colonel’s eyes rolled back in his head and he fought to keep from thrusting into Louis’ hot mouth.

The Corporal pulled back momentarily. “Do you want me to stop, Colonel?” His tongue flicked out again and tasted the little pool of cum welling in the slit of Hogan’s member. Their eyes met.
Colonel Hogan didn’t say anything, but his answer was apparent when he drove his dick back into LeBeau’s mouth. The Frenchman was startled but managed to take it in without choking. He moved back and forth on Hogan’s cock, occasionally pulling away to suck at the soft skin of his balls.

“Fuck, LeBeau. You have very good technique. Where did you learn such a thing?”

Louis pulled away again. “Let’s just say that it’s from past experience.” His tongue flicked out again and dragged around the tip of Hogan’s dick.

Colonel Hogan pulled back and motioned toward his bottom bunk. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s move to the bed.”

“What’s on your mind, mon Colonel?” There was a smug look on the Frenchman’s face as he rose from his knees and stared up at the Colonel. “I will do anything you order.”

“Really? Anything?” Hogan’s eyebrows rose at the invitation. “Okay, then I order you to drop your pants, get to your hands and knees on the bed, and prepare for my cock.” He said it softly so that no one else would hear.

Louis wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go that far with his commanding officer. If anyone ever caught them, it might mean the firing squad, at the very least a court-martial from their own militaries.

Hogan was being surprisingly patient. Louis studied the man’s face and saw a primitive lust there. He was sure this was more about the act of sex than anything else. If that was how Hogan saw it, then Louis could see it that way too. It would be easier to admit to himself later on.

“Do you have any oil, lubrication of any kind, mon Colonel?” Louis hoped so. His time with Newkirk had been enjoyable but had been a little painful with only saliva to prepare him.

Hogan moved to the table across from his bunks. He opened a drawer and retrieved a small bottle.

“Hand lotion,” Hogan explained. Louis nodded in approval and being to undo his pants. The Colonel watched him as he peeled away his clothing, eventually standing naked before Hogan.

“You are a little overdressed, Colonel.” Louis stood flush against Hogan and peered up at him with lust. He was surprised that Colonel Hogan didn’t object when he stood on his tiptoes to press a hesitant kiss to his lips.

Hogan eventually responded by pulling them both in the direction of the bunks and laying them down on the bottom mattress. He quickly shed his clothes, his erection still full and bobbing up and down at the frantic movements. Hogan lay down on top of LeBeau. Their lips met and they kissed. It was a slow, hungry kiss. Their dicks pressed together between them, the men’s bellies wet and slippery from sweat. Colonel Hogan finally pulled away to retrieve the lotion. He passed the bottle to Louis and watched the Corporal prepare himself. Louis squeezed a generous amount of lotion onto two of his fingers and pressed them to his opening. He pushed them gently inside and stretched the muscles, slowly at first. He soon picked up speed, the scissoring motions visibly relaxing the Corporal. A third finger was added and Colonel Hogan couldn’t take it anymore.

“LeBeau, I think you’re ready.” He motioned for Louis to turn over onto all fours.

“Yes, Colonel.” Louis obeyed and settled himself on the mattress on his hands and knees. As soon as he was comfortable, Hogan moved in behind his Corporal, use some of the lotion on himself and pressed the head of his dick to LeBeau’s relaxed opening. His cock easily slid in and was completely swallowed up when Louis pressed back upon Hogan.

“Holy fuck, Louis!”

“Colonel,” LeBeau said in a loud whisper. “You must try to be quieter or we will be caught.”

“Sorry, sorry, Corporal.” Hogan settled down and started thrusting his member in and out of the smaller man. “I’m not hurting you, Corporal?” Louis moaned loudly at a thrust that hit against a particularly nice spot inside of him. His own dick was so hard right now. He couldn’t do much but let it hang free. If only he had some sort of friction.

“Non, mon Colonel. You are not hurting me. It feels, uh yes, it feels so good.” LeBeau couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled up one arm and wrapped it around his own dick. He couldn’t hold his weight much longer with one hand and ended up laying with his head on his forearm. The hand on his dick stroked back and forth, his hardness seeming to grow with every thrust against his sweet spot.

Colonel Hogan gripped Louis’ hips fiercely and thrust even harder inside him. The Frenchman managed to stifle a groan into the fabric beneath him. Hopefully the Colonel remembered to keep quiet.

Colonel Hogan’s thrusts were a bit unsteady now and Louis could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. “Mon Colonel,” LeBeau whispered loud enough so only Hogan would hear him, “please, do not come inside me.” Explaining the immediate need for a shower was a headache he didn’t want to deal with.

Apparently the warning was just in time because the next movement was Colonel Hogan pulling from inside him, then warm liquid spraying across his back. A half a dozen spurts later and Hogan was done. Louis jerked his fist a couple more times and moaned in relief at the feel of warm liquid spilling over his wrist. He briefly felt guilty for messing up the blanket on the bunk before realizing that Hogan didn’t seem to care.

The two were a little quiet but cordial as they dressed. “Am I dismissed, mon Colonel?” LeBeau managed a small smile.

Hogan had been looking away. “Oh, yeah, fine. Dismissed,” Hogan answered, the corners of his mouth somewhat curved in what resembled a smile. LeBeau decided to make his exit.

When he left the Colonel’s office, Louis noticed that Newkirk had left the barracks. He hoped Pierre had not heard anything that went on between him and Hogan. Louis didn’t think Pierre was the jealous type, but one never could tell. Besides, it wasn’t like he and Newkirk were a couple. That would be ridiculous. But these are times of war, he told himself before heading off to find his friend.