Once again I started to scan the patrons but was brought up short by the first guy I saw. Stranger, at least to me. Big muscular blonde. His clothes looked tight on him, kinda like he'd outgrown them. The sun streamed in from the upper part of the window, haloing him in a golden glow.
He didn't speak. It was unnecessary. I lay on the bed, looking at him as he placed a pillow under my buttocks. He leaned forward to give me another tantalizing kiss, a touch of tongue on tongue.
Sgt Moss was on the bed, lying on his stomach. He was alongside the speaker of the phonograph. His head was cradled in one arm, encircled beneath it. His other arm hung loosely over the side of the cot, his hand resting on the floor.
I lay on top of him, nearly out of breath. I'd never had such an exhausting fuck in my life. Part of it was, I'd never had a female partner put so much into it, and this Swiss soldier was a challenge to keep up with
He was packed into his uniform like GI Joe, pants that fit snugly but not too tight, massive thighs bulging inside the pant legs and the tan material stretched around a very noticeable bulge at his crotch.
For some strange reason I was drawn to the plum colored cockhead like a bug to a porch light. The retracted foreskin exposed an irresistible glistening glans under initial rays of morning sunlight that filtered through the window. Normally, I'm not a big fan of the uncut cock, for many reasons, but I made an exception for the Tejano Staff Sergeant who shared the bed.
Being new to the coastal village, I wandered down to the beach just at sunset to see I was one of only 2 humans on the beach. The other was a young muscular marine who was just finishing up surfing.
Slightly amplified, an extract from Max Markham's next novel, "Thirteen Clicks to Danger," which is as yet unfinished and unpublished. As usual, it features Major Richard Finch; formerly of the Parachute Regiment and the SAS, now the proud owner of a Private Military Company (PMC: i.e. a mercenary). Richard is as politically-incorrect and over-sexed as ever. Both tend to get him into trouble. On this occasion Richard's fancy is tickled by a ...
He gently put his hand on my shoulder and I looked up into his soft eyes as He said"Don't worry about your tests as I am going to make sure you pass all of them, but your going to have to be nice to me and help me out ". It was like someone had lifted a weight off my shoulders and I realized at that time how much the tests had been weighing on my mind.
While Richard and James pursue their affair, a parallel romance grows between two Sergeants in their respective regiments (Kincaid and Usher). It starts at a drunken post-rugby-match dinner that gets out of hand. This is a further extract from Max Markham's novel "The Indigo Bird."
This tells what happened after James Graveney and Cocky Sparow split up. James is posted to Belize, still a British colony and under threat from expansionist Guatemala. In Belize, James meets his fate, in the person of Lieutenant Richard Finch of the Parachute Regiment, a strong minded, charismatic younger man who wants a full and committed relationship with James and damn the consequences.
The sequel to "Ian, Fucking an Officer." "Jimmy," a youthful English Lieutenant Colonel, continues his sexual adventures in Scotland. Today he has an encounter with Ian's NCO friend Tam. This time he gets to initiate the fucking.