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06:37 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: It was good to be out of that fucking hospital. I hate hospitals. They don't suit me, not one bit. The last few days had been torture, ever since I woke up in the hospital. But ... I had woken up, thanks to my men, and thanks to the Royal Marines. When I had recovered enough to get the full story from Timothy and Patrick, I'd nearly burst with pride. There was a special, profound satisfaction in serving with men who had your back, men who would go to hell and back for each other, take a bullet for each other.

This was why I loved being an Army Ranger, serving in the company of men like these. This is why I rarely, if ever, found myself attracted to a man who didn't understand this bond. It's why I was batshit crazy over Mark, and Aaron.

And these Royal Marines... they had shown all of us their mettle.

The day was fine, as I hobbled down the street on my crutch, it will be a while before my broken ankle can take any weight. Inverness was clearly a tourist town, I could tell, but the walk along the river was nice, but my real destination was the pub up ahead, where my squad and Patrick's squad were gathering for a right piss up before we get shipped back to the US.

I enjoy the cool breeze, and the warm sun, then head into the pub, hobbling through the back, my ankle in a cast, my neck still bandaged, maneuvering through the patrons with my crutch, dressed in civilian clothes, jeans, a simple polo shirt, and brown boots. My shirt did nothing to hide my physique, and I got plenty of stares from the bar goers who weren't used to 250 pounds of hard, combat-forged muscle hobbling through their midst on a crutch.

But I wasn't concerned about any of them, and headed out back into the beer garden where I saw the rest of the men, already there, gathered around a huge table, grinning, joking, laughing, enjoying pints of beer together. A perfect sight.

I took my seat right next to Timothy, at the end of a bench, awkwardly maneuvering my cast under the table, stowing my crutch. He's grinning at me, and pushes a pint my way. I raise it up, and we all clink glasses as I have a drink. I look across from me, and catch sight of Collins and Roger.

Roger's young, handsome face is fixed on Collins and he's speaking intently. I grin into my beer, I recognize that look. Oh fuck do I ever. I've known for some time about Roger's ... inclinations. He's a handsome man, a hot fucker, and he has the makings of a good soldier. But I'd never cross the line, not with a man that serves under me. But I was happy he and Collins were bonding. Very happy. He was like a son to me in a lot of ways.

My eyes roam further down the table as I relax into my drink. Next to Roger and Collins, there was Max and Tommy. The two were laughing and from what I could hear, talking shop. Of course they were. Engineers will be engineers. And Max was not only one of the best armorer / engineers I've had the pleasure to serve with, but a damn good medic. He saved my life, and Collins, McKaine and Luke. Rage burns in my throat at even the thought of Luke. I hope that fucking bastard rots in Jail. Orders? Orders my fucking ass. That was no excuse. He wasn't a fucking robot. And you don't follow some orders without checking them. But I wasn't going to let thoughts of Luke spoil my afternoon. I pushed them out of the way, and scanned down.

Patrick and Timothy were chatting together, but they weren't drinking beer like the others... it looks like they had a bottle of whiskey they were sharing. I grinned, Timothy always was a whiskey man. Patrick was a fine looking fellow, hard as a rock, and damn good Colour Sergeant. He handled the situation with panache. It was a fucking shame the games had been canceled. I understand that Patrick was an MP, and a damn good hand to hand fighter. I would have paid serious money to see him and Timothy, our own hand to hand expert and instructor, go at it. Fuck yes I would have.

And then, next to Patrick and Timothy, were Wayne and Bill. Bill really shouldn't be here.... and he really shouldn't be drinking beer. But Bill wasn't going to give a fuck about any of that. He had nearly died from what I understand, but it was only the quick actions of Wayne applying an emergency tourniquet that had saved him. Bill was reckless, a quality not usually found in a sniper of his caliber. But the big-hearted, utterly fearless Texan was a law unto himself. The man was going to get himself killed one day, but then, I figure, he wasn't one to want to die in bed. I know first hand how the experience they shared will have forged a bond between them. I think back on Mark... and Aaron... both men that I had fought with back to back. Men that had saved my life, and men that I had saved. I knew how strong that kind of bond can be. The ... love ... Wayne and Bill now shared was not the same as the love I felt for Aaron and Mark, but it was every bit as powerful.

I think all in all, this "training" exercise had succeeded beyond all our expectations, all thanks to the now deceased Lt. Adam and the now incarcerated Corporal Luke Walker. I was looking forward to having a final chat with Patrick to see if the Brits figured out who tried to have me killed. I had ... a suspicion ... but that's all it was.

06:37 Private_Roger_Travers: "Damn, this British beer was pretty good", said Roger. "Not at all like the watered down stuff we get back in the states."

He grinned foolishly over at Collins, the laid-back Oregonian enjoying the sight and proximity of the hot young Marine. It was so fucking good, so fucking fucking good to see him again. It helped erase the memory of the Marine bleeding out with that brutal wound to his abdomen.

He grinned, dropping his hand down under the table to give Collins knee a quick squeeze. He knew the young Marine might be able to ... get it up... but he well, maybe they could just cuddle or something tonight.. he really wanted to score again. He looked into Collins eyes intensely, barely even noticing when the Lieutenant joined them.

"What did your fans think happened when you didn't post for a few days? I bet they were fucking shocked."

06:37 Corporal_Max_Thompson: Max laughed, swirling his beer. "Now, see here Tommy, like I said when we first met, I was onboard with your trifecta of Bacon, Pizza, and Tea ... but with one change, see, for me, it's Bacon, Pizza, and Beer. Speaking of Pizza ... does Inverness do good Pizza? I'm sure as fuck going to want some to help soak up this beer. Oh ... and fuck, you know what... I never got a chance to get my hands on your C7. FUCK. That was going to be the highlight of the whole goddamn training exercise."

15:58 Sergeant_Bill_McKaine: Bill sat quietly, sipping his beer. It was good shit. He had to admit it was better than the American beer by a long shot. Not that he'd ever admit it back home, or he'd get chucked out of Texas.

He was still in a fair amount of pain, his jaw had been fractured, and wired together, he hadn't regained the use of his right arm, and his calf, while he could walk on it, still ached. And of course... his guts had been pretty fucked up. Really, he shouldn't be drinking this beer. But fuck it. He was gonna enjoy it. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you might be dead.

He looked up at Wayne. The two hadn't said a lot so far. But Bill broke the silence. "You are one helluva sniper. Three kills ... at night without your night gear ... Bro.. that was some of the finest shootin' I've ever witnessed."

He swirled his beer, that's not what he really wanted to say. For some reason, he found it hard to get the words out. On the one hand, he felt so fucking close to this man... they'd teamed up together, and on the other hand, feeling this close made him uncomfortable, it was hard to deal with.

But Bill wasn't a man to avoid shit. He faced it, head on. "You saved my life back there Wayne. And ... I'm fucking shit at saying thanks. It's not something they teach too much of in Texas.. But well fuck, thanks man. I'll never be able to fucking repay you. But thanks to you... my daughter is gonna get to see her pa come Christmas." He held Wayne's gaze for a moment longer, then reached out with his left arm, and grabbed the handsome young man's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: The Irishman stood up politely when the Lieutenant sat down and then he turned to Tim and went, "Your officers don't stay in bed either I notice."

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: The Lieutenant hobbled up. Timothy stood respectfully, nodding at David. It was good to see him again, but he had to finish the whiskey first."Damn, Patrick, you know your whiskey, doncha'?" He picked up the glass of amber liquid, admiring it up against the sun, swirling it gently before taking an exaggerated sip. "That first night you tossed me the bottle of the good stuff, I knew we were going to get on just fine."

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: He sat back and looked at his whiskey for a second then back to Tim. "When working with other units, I find it's easier if you find the senior NCO and then don't immediately make him feel like shit by saying how much better you are than them and jumping into immediate interservice rivalry. Besides... you looked like you needed it."

Patrick stood up and looked down the tables in the bar to the rest of the guys. "Right... Just remember tonight... Enjoy yourselves, but don't do stupid shit, if you do stupid shit don't get caught, if you do get caught, tell the police to call me, if I think you're being normal stupid, I'll bring you back and shout at you, if I think you're being really stupid, I'll let the police deal with you."

He looked at them for a few seconds and turned back to Tim and the Lieutenant. "You have to keep exhibiting dominance or they'll think you've gone soft."

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: He plants the glass back down, as he sits again, and stares at the hard-faced, handsome Irishman with a grin. "A damn shame we never got to go through with our competitions. I was really looking forward to seeing how well they train a Royal Marine MP in hand to hand combat."

He was mostly straight, he had a girlfriend back in Chicago, but they weren't married yet. But on occasion, he met a man that caught his fancy. Whiskey tended to enhance that side of his nature, tended to pull him out of his serious shell. This big Royal Marine MP... he had definitely caught his fancy. Hard, handsome, gruff, professional, and a lover of whiskey. Patrick had that certain something that tempted Timothy. He doubted anything would come of it, but if it did, well, he wouldn't say no. What his girl back home didn't know, wouldn't hurt her.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: "Yeah well I dare say the higher ups will attempt this again some day, when both governments get over the embarrassment of a dead lieutenant and an injured lieutenant, a jailed Corporal, and two shot up soldiers... probably next year with that list."

He looked at Tim, none of his soldiers knew a single thing about his love life and he kept it that way, he's slept with both guys and girls in his life, he was totally single, and he actually intended to stay that way until he left the military, his job was to keep discipline and to at all hours go anywhere and do anything in pursuit of criminals, and he refused to let a social life get in the way of any of that.

He turns then, addressing the Lieutenant.

"We recovered Perez' laptop from his body, I dare say Lieutenant that you'll get the report from the security services when you get home, when I enquired, I got told that it was way above my security clearance and to thank you but shut up about things now... so I am shutting up about things."

"Luke's in jail, what makes it worse is that he doesn't understand what he did was wrong. He's a good... was a good... no... He IS a good soldier, we've not released him from the army yet, there has to be a trial, but he is a good soldier, but unfortunately the qualities that made him a good soldier, made him a fucking useful pawn for Perez, in that he followed orders without questioning them. 99% of the time that's like... the best thing you can get in a soldier. But they have to know the 1% of the time when the orders have to be challenged. He'll go to jail, there is no way that the government will do anything different, he'll have people who support what he did, because following orders is right, but he'll have a lot more who disagree and think like I do - that you have to know the line, and then not cross it."

He looked at the Lieutenant, "Your guys did a good job. We need a word about certain nameless people who run away from their assigned duties to go and be heroic though," he glanced at Tim, but it's obvious he's smiling.

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: Timothy had listened with interest as Patrick started informally debriefing his Lieutenant about Perez and Walker, then choked a bit on his whiskey as Patrick jibed him about his "heroics". He grinned, not taking it personally once he realized that the big strapping Irishman was pulling his leg. Sometimes the over serious First Sergeant took things the wrong way, but not today, not with whiskey in him, and not with that hard-faced handsome Colour Sergeant grinning at him. "Ahh, youse is just all jealous that I actually did something useful rather than sitting about on my but."

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: "Perez wanted us all dead to cover his tracks, when the other team arrived Tommy got an EOD kit from them and did a search of your truck, there was a bomb there was well. Honestly we're lucky that he likes his home comforts and installed a device to pre-heat the truck because he hates being cold, otherwise we could all have been in it and then Perez would have gotten away with it."

"We need to talk about Wayne and Bill and some point as well. Without them Perez would have gotten away, they did their jobs with no prep, half kitted. I'll put Wayne in for a commendation, but I have no business about your soldiers, Tim, Lt. but on behalf of the Marines we'd like Bill to know our gratitude as well." He went into his pocket and pulled out a letter and passed it over to David. "From Warrant Officer Richard Marks, our senior Warrant Officer, a letter of commendation for Bill McKaine from our side."

"And... from my personal side, your armourer is in the wrong fucking job, I know he's your medic, but ... he saved three lives, just get the lad some more fucking training in that, I know he wouldn't want to be a full time medic, because he likes tools and stuff too much, otherwise Tommy couldn't hold a conversation with him for more than five minutes, but... seriously that boy is calm under pressure, and I mean, calmer than any of the rest of your guys by a long way."

He looked over at the barman. "'Hey, barman, can we have three more whiskeys please... Just add it to me tab.." he said his accent getting stronger the more he drunk.

"If you both want to pop to my room when we're back at the hotel, I have some better whiskey than this, 24 year old Lagavulin, I keep it for special occasions, wouldn't want to buy a shot in a pub, my paycheck isn't that big, and I doubt a Lt's is either. But I figured this is a good enough time since we got out alive."

11:33 Sergeant_Tommy_Morgan: "How do you think I feel, I need got to show it off proudly like my new born!" He looked at the beer. "I like beer... it's the advantage of my job, I always have a crate somewhere for emergencies, I'm the only guy who knows what's in the boxes, Max."

"But... tea.. you know.. it makes the British army go round, you know.. the beer's nice... but tea... if tea could get you drunk it would be the perfect fucking drink."

He was fairly drunk himself by this point. "It's going to be fun when I get home, orders are to say nothing of this, so I have to say to my wife 'yeah it went well'." He shook his head. "I'm a terrible liar."

"And yeah I'm sure it's got some good pizza. We'll go lucking later," he leant forward. "I can't officially show a firearm to a probably drunk Corporal... but if I left an unloaded one lying around when I went to the toilet....." he said. "Then... I didn't.. did I."

He was a really bad liar, but he was a good guy.

11:33 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul was a bit more subdued than normal, he was drinking, which he also probably shouldn't be, but the soldiers weren't likely to say anything, but bring him more beer, the others were just glad to see him alive.

"They were... I think they assumed I was just out of mobile range though. And I can't say anything about what happened, so I can't do any videos until it doesn't look like I'm injured, so I'll figure something out."

"Just a bit down that I wasn't around to help everyone out, I didn't know what to do when I saw Luke and your Lieutenant fighting, I was in my boxers and that was it, so I went to the my Lieutenant for help, and the next thing I really knew I woke up in hospital."

He felt Roger's hand under the table and he put his boots out and put them around Roger's leg, "But can't let that get me down. I just wish I'd been able to go and shoot those guys with you. Corporal Reece said that you were fucking good out there, wish I'd seen it." He put his own hand under the table and grabbed Roger's hand.

11:33 Corporal_Wayne_Reece: Like the other sniper Wayne was quiet, he had bursts of energy, especially when he saw his colleagues in danger, but the rest of the time he was much more reserved. He didn't really need Bill to talk as they drank their beer together. But when the guy did he smiled slightly and shook his head. "It's team work between you and your first sergeant lighting people up, that's what did it, couldn't have done it without that. You get 50% credit on two of those kills Sarge. Just because I pulled the trigger doesn't mean they're my kills."

"And you don't thank me, you don't have to. I did what you'd do. I happened to save your life, if it had been the other way around, you'd have tried to save mine, it's what brothers do."

"And shut the fuck up about repayment," he put his hand on Bill's. "That's fucking bollocks... you don't repay someone for doing their job, because one day the time may come when you will do the same for me."

"But..." he said. "If you REALLY insist on repayment.. invite me to your ranch, you're from Texas you must have a ranch, because I've heard you have some really good shooting in Texas - we can go and take some rifles and go and do some hunting. I promise not to seduce your wife, but I will bring your daughter a Royal Marine bear so you NEVER forget how I saved your life." He broke into a huge smile.

"I never got to fucking see you shoot and I want to... but I saw you doing your fucking job well, and got our mission done, and I wasn't going to let you die. It wouldn't have occurred to the others, but you'll understand. I left my rifle in the middle of the field to let someone else collect it to carry you back."

He let that sit there, he believed a lot in the sniper brotherhood. It would have been very easy to fall into the competitive sniper bullshit on the first night, but they'd gotten along, and to Wayne after that fight Bill was one of his brothers, even if he was American.

13:49 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I sit back, content to simply enjoy a good pint of British beer. I'd acquired quite a taste for it over the years. It was, simply, the best.

I grinned listening to my First Sergeant as he bantered with Patrick, his voice had definitely lost that serious, hard edge. Whiskey always had a way of lowering Timothy's barriers. Then, I nearly choked on my beer. I could swear that Timothy had just made a very subtle pass at that hard-faced, hard-bitten good looking Royal Marine Colour Sergeant. But that was none of my fucking business. I smiled nonetheless.

Patrick stood up and nearly had all the men pissing themselves with laughter at his little speech about not getting caught. Including me. I smacked my lips and drank some more beer. Then, Patrick turns, clearly including me in the conversation with Timothy. Not that I minded being a passive observer. I fucking loved to people watch, especially when it involved a situation like this, with my men bonding with their Royal Marine counterparts.

I glanced over once at Paul and Roger, and nearly turned red. Holy shit. Get a fucking room you two. It was cringe worthy. But they were young, and Roger had earned himself a medal with his actions. Collins had been fucking shot by his Lt. So, they were due some slack. Good thing Bill's back was to them. It's not like Bill had a thing against it, but he definitely had certain Texan ideas about what was appropriate in public spaces and what wasn't. Roger, being an Oregonian, could basically give a shit.

Then, Patrick started speaking and I turned to give him my full attention.

I nodded, "I'm not surprised Sergeant, it's probably above my security clearance as well. I just hope your people decide to actually tell my people what the fuck they know. Spooks are awful stingy with their information, even with their allies. But that's not our business."

I tighten a bit as Patrick talks about Luke. I nod, my eyes hard. "I happen to share your opinion. There are orders ... and then there are orders. There is, despite what some might believe, more to being a good soldier than blindly following orders 100% of the time. The difference between being a good soldier and a great soldier is understanding how to spot that 1% that have to be questioned. I can't say I've got much sympathy for Luke. Too much gung ho, too much muscle, not enough brains." But... even now, there was a dark allure about him that had my cock twitching at the thought of our encounter. Even after the fucker tried to kill me... I felt the pull of attraction.

I laugh again at Patrick’s comment about Tim’s heroism and his cheeky response, fuck, but it was good to hear Timothy loosen up a bit. The Chicago native made a damn fine First Sergeant, but he did need to learn how not to be so serious. Looks like Patrick was a good influence on his First Sergeant.

I listened then as Patrick began speaking about a topic I wanted to bring up myself. I nodded, accepting the letter he slid over. Then, I grinned, "I've already laid the groundwork on my side, Sergeant. As soon as I get back to the states, I'm going to see to it that every one in your squad gets a letter of commendation, citing their deeds. And for my men, there are going to be some new medals sporting their dress uniforms very shortly. And for Roger, it will be his first. But... I admit... I had second thoughts about Bill. That damn fool of a Texan doesn't need any more encouragement to get himself killed." I grin, looking over as he was talking quietly with Corporal Wayne.

I turned serious for a moment though. "What they pulled off at night, without the proper kit... it would have challenged an established sniper team, let alone a pair of men who had only just met. They both deserve a medal for their actions. And Wayne is going to have something extra beyond just a mention in a letter of commendation for his heroism in saving Bill. I swear to you Patrick, I will see to it. And you are absolutely right about Max.
He pushed his training to the limit, and beyond that night. He saved me personally, as well as stabilizing three other critically injured men. I'm going to suggest some further training for him, and yes, he's got a medal coming as well."

I chuckled into my beer as Patrick ordered more whiskey. His accent was coming on strong, but despite the liquor, he kept his head. Good man that.

Patrick's invitation to me and my First Sergeant to come back to his room was generous, but it was also one I wasn't about to accept. For many reasons. They were both good men, but neither would be entirely comfortable getting to friendly with a Lieutenant, and I was not about to interfere in that very subtle undercurrent I could sense between Timothy and Patrick. "Thanks Sergeant, that's a very generous offer, but I really can't hold my whisky like my First Sergeant can. He can drink my share for the two of us." I grin as the waiter delivers the three whiskey shots, and I slowly savor the fine liquor as it burns a trail down my throat.

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: Timothy was, by now, feeling very good. And... also, outrageously horny. For some reason, every sip of his whiskey made Patrick O'Mally more and more attractive. Even under the influence though, Timothy was never obvious about it, he was a very subtle fellow. But when the Lieutenant turned down Patrick's invitation, Timothy felt a surge of gratitude. Even though he was 99% certain that the Lieutenant was totally clueless about that kind of thing.

He grinned, lifting the shot up, "Sure thing... Lieutenant... more n' happy to drink your share of Patrick's finest nectar ... of the gods." He grinned over at Patrick as he sipped the whiskey. Damn, that was fine whiskey. And damn, Patrick was a fine man.

15:58 Corporal_Max_Thompson: Max was laughing at every other word out of the big Welshman's mouth. He loved the easy camaraderie and friendship that had sprung up between them.

"Ya know Tommy, my granny, she was from Tennesee... and on a hot summer's day she made up a batch of iced tea... cept, she spiked it with a generous portion of gin... sneaking off to drink her 'special grown up tea' was how I first got drunk... so I was thinking we could make a fucking fortune if we sold the recipe to your quartermasters..." He thought the idea was so funny he couldn't stop laughing.

He stopped laughing though, listening to Tommy talk about his wife and going home. He turns serious for a moment. "I'm gonna do it Tommy.. I swear. I'm gonna have the Lieutenant get me some leave... and I'm gonna propose to Sue. No more putting it off. No more. "

The Corporal's eyes light up like light bulbs, at the mention of pizza and the C7. Then, with an absolutely straight face he says, "Sounds completely legitimate mate. 100% above board." Then, he started salivating. He wasn't sure if was all the talk of pizza ... or the C7. Probably both.

15:58 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger felt his cock start to stiffen savagely as Paul played footsie with him under the table, but despite that voice in his head shouting SCORE, Roger listened, and listened deeply to Paul.

As Paul reached out to grab his hand under the table, Roger squeezed it tight. He looked deep into Paul's eyes, his normally laid back voice getting intense. He had a good buzz, just getting drunk, but it wasn't the beer speaking next. "You realize, don't you Paul.... you saved my Lieutenant's life. If you hadn’t discovered Luke trying to kill my Lieutenant, he might be dead now, and maybe the rest of us would have been killed in our sleep. You are the fucking hero Paul."

Fuck, Roger just wanted to get this handsome, young hot Marine back to his room. He wanted some private time to show his appreciation.

15:58 Sergeant_Bill_McKaine: Hadn't been easy for Bill , but he'd done it, he’d said what was on his mind.

He sat back and listened to Wayne, his respect for the Englishman going up with every word. He didn't quite know what to say. The man was quiet, intense, and hard as steel, his head was screwed on right, and his heart was pure gold. He was a fine man, and a fine friend.

Bill understood fully the implication of leaving your sniper rifle behind. It underscored to what lengths the hard faced Royal Marine sniper had gone through to rescue him. Bill knew then, knew it deep in his bones, he had a new brother.

Bill suddenly smiled.

"The man says, 'you must have a ranch..' Fucking A, brother, of course I've got a fucking ranch. Haul your ass out there whenever the fuck you like, and you'll see me shoot. Bring your girl along... and I promise not to steal her from ya, since I already got one, and one's enough for any man in his right mind. Good luck with that bear though, my daughter, she has hersself a pony, and fuck me if me and my missus can figure out how to get her off him."

14:07 Corporal_Wayne_Reece: "I'll probably be onto a new girlfriend by then, but sure... if you're serious, I'd like to go out shooting with you. You also didn't see me at my best. I'll let you know when I get my next leave, and if you're free. I'm serious."

He smiled and toasted Bill with his beer, "Brotherhood."

LATER THAT NIGHT

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: It was after midnight - the two privates had headed off, Max and Tommy had gone to find a late night Pizza place. Wayne and Bill had headed off to go and have a beer in one of the parks before turning in for the night and the three seniors had headed back to the hotel, the Lieutenant to his room and the two First Sergeant's to Patrick's room where he went into his bag and pulled out a large bottle of whiskey and took a couple of cups from the room and poured it into them. "Drinking this out of cups is criminal, but needs must."

He sat on the bed looking at Tim. "If this is happening again, I mean, the event," said the Irishman. "If they want to try again without Luke and Perez fucking things up... I probably won't be here, I was just here in my role as an MP, under cover of the event, next time they'll probably get someone else."

"Try not to fuck over my replacement with your huge amount of heroics will you." He smiled.

11:33 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul was quite drunk when he got back to the hotel, and he followed Roger back into his room and they closed the door. "Do you know, Private Travers how fucking hot you are."

He took a couple of condoms out of his pocket and threw them on the bedside table. He knew what he wanted, and believed Roger wanted the same thing.

He moved over and kissed the guy on the lips, drunkenly, but gently, he wasn't like a lot of the others, he wasn't rough in the bedroom, but he was young and enthusiastic.

"May not see you again, want to make this memorable, right...."

14:26 Private_Roger_Travers: Again the inebriated Private shouted inside his head, SCORE as Paul led him back to his room.

He grinned, swaying slightly as Paul spoke to him. He followed the condoms with swaying eyes as they landed on the bedside table. As Paul moved in to kiss him, Roger felt how gentle this hot young Marine was. There was something sweet and special about this one. Roger liked sex, period. Rough, gentle, whatever the fuck, it was all good. And Paul was a good kisser.

A very good kisser. He kissed Paul back tenderly, holding him close, before slipping around behind the young Marine and gently wrapping his arms around his body, above the bandages. He turned Paul towards a mirror. The Oregonian was a bit of a romantic at heart, and he told Paul, "Look in the mirror, and you'll see how hot you are, Marine." He gently nibbled on Paul's ear, and led the Marine over to the bed. He laid down on the bed, holding Paul against him. "I want ... to fuck you... you know it... but is it safe? I don't wanna hurt you..."

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: Tim sprawled himself out in a chair, leaning back in the armchair as the handsome Irishman fished around for some cups. The drunk First Sergeant chuckled as Patrick poured them some of the good stuff.

Tim sat holding his cup, swirling the whiskey a bit as he listened to Timothy. He grinned wide, "That's how these things go, Patrick. Fuck, next time they try this event, it might be a different squad. Fuck, next time this event rolls around, I might be dead, since I am, as you pointed out, prone to heroics." He chuckles. He's drunk, very drunk, but though his words are slurred, the handsome Chicago knows exactly what he's saying "It's a risk of our particular business. What it all boils down to in my book... you rarely get a second chance. A missed opportunity is gone forever." He sipped his whiskey then, and looked at Patrick, really looked, giving the hard-faced Irishman a deep stare. His expression seemed friendly, but his crotch was noticeably bulging. Tim wasn't usually into men, but when he was, he was really strong. And for Patrick, it was really strong. Despite being drunk, he had a massive boner, and wasn't trying to hide it. But also wasn't trying to draw attention to it.

11:33 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul leant back into Roger's arms and looked into the mirror. "I just see how hot you are, and how hot you were the other night, fuck that was hot."

As he lay on the bed with the army ranger, he slowly pulled his t-shirt off showing the bandages. "Nowhere near my arse," he said, leaning back into the private. "It's safe, just don't ... you know... just take your time right..." He was drunk as he lay back. "Plus I'm a Royal Marine, you won't hurt me."

He turned over in bed to look at the American and kissed him again, running his hand down his chest, both their cocks were already hard inside their trousers and he smiled.

"When you head back to America, I'll send you a link if you ever want to see the stuff on my only fans... you're the only other soldier to get it. I don't want my colleagues seeing some of the stuff on there."

He drunkenly kissed Roger again. "You're so fit."

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: "Prone to heroics can be code for stupid sometimes you know," said the Irishman bluntly and honestly. "But yeah... it's a risk we take to keep our countries safe."

He looked at the Chicago native and smiled, "Always take chances," he said. "Because you're right, you never know when you may not be able to it, and regret lasts for fucking ever." He hadn't even noticed the guy's crotch as he sat back and drank the whiskey, but he did notice the stare. "You pissed off I don't like your heroics, you know I'm only joking."

He stood up unsteadily. "You're a good guy, if I needed a fucking hero around, you'd be in the top ten."

15:00 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger kissed Paul again, grinning as Paul reaffirmed how much he wanted Roger. In between kisses, Roger pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his strong, fit body for Paul to feel up. Roger was firmly muscled, no bodybuilder, but he was strong and fit.

Paul worked off Paul's shirt as well, tracing his hand around the bandages, kissing his chest. "Yeah, I'd like that link Paul. And you know, you are really fit yourself. You are so fucking hot, Marine."

He fumbled with his trousers, working them off, kicking off his shoes, refreshing Paul with a kiss now and then. He worked off Paul's trousers and pants, carefully getting them both naked. He figured the best way to fuck Paul safely would be to stand on the floor over Paul as he laid on his back on the bed. He stood up, and grabbed the condom, he slipped the condom on his cock, which was rock hard, dripping with precum.

He stood over Paul, holding his legs up, smiling warmly down at the handsome young Marine, caressing his legs as he pulled him into position, then carefully, gently took his index finger and began to slowly insert it into Paul's asshole, to loosen it up and test the waters. He kissed Paul's stiff cock as he started to loosen up that Marine hole.

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: He nodded as Patrick echoed his own sentiments about regrets.

Then, he realized as Patrick mentioned the stare, how intensely he was looking at the handsome Irishman. "Nah, Paddy, I know you are joking about the heroics. Pleased to hear your true opinion though. Cause you know, I'd have taken a bullet for you if it came to it, and counted it an honor. Glad it wasn't necessary though. Nah, I wasn't staring at you like that cause I was pissed... well, fuck I mean, I am pissed... your whiskey is good shit... but what I mean is that's not why. No regrets right... I was fucking staring at you, cause, you Irish bastard, you are one helluva a fine man, inside and out. And you are damn easy on the eyes."

15:09 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul moaned heavily, everyone looking at him saw a royal marine, fit, an unarmed combat display team member, used to throwing people around and giving a display to the crowd, but he preferred being bottom, which absolutely no-one in the army knew about, so this was the right thing anyway as he put his head back and moaned. He did feel a minor pang of pity for his bank balance as if he'd video'd this he knew it would have gotten a lot of hits, but as Roger's mouth went around his cock his head hit the bed. "Fucking yes, oh fuck yes."

He was in heaven right now, he'd wanted this guy's cock inside him since the other night, and feeling the finger was getting him very hard indeed. "Royal Marine... don't you worry about the bandages. I can take it."

He probably couldn't, he wasn't as hard as his colleagues, but he was getting there... Roger probably had to be more gentle, but from the way that Paul was looking at the guy, Paul was enamored.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: Patrick looked at Tim and shook his head. "That's the fucking whiskey talking," but he did notice the hard cock now that he knew what he was looking for.

"I wouldn't have guessed, which is pretty much how I like it. I'm into everyone, doesn't matter male or female, you know..." He walked over to the First Sergeant and looked down at him in the chair. "You tell anyone and you'll need those fucking heroics and pulled him up into a big rough kiss."

When he broke it off he smiled, "Guess you're like me, alcohol gives you a hard on." He looked at the very handsome guy and nodded to the bed. "Fancy spending the night Tim?"

But then he laughed as he heard the marine moaning in the room next door. "Looks like our two young soldiers have decided to have some fun, I don't think they'll notice any noise we make."

15:24 Private_Roger_Travers: Damn, this Marine was all kinds of shit fucking hot. He was moaning and groaning in a way that got Roger's pulse racing extra fast as the Army Ranger diddled his ass with his finger, gently.

He was damn sure that Paul could take it, damn sure he could, but he was also gonna be extra gentle tonight with the handsome young Marine. He'd be utterly mortified if he accidentally hurt the injured Marine.

Roger was enjoying the taste of Paul's cock, but eventually he judged that Paul's hole had been prepared. He lubed up his condom-covered cock and gently placed the tip against Paul's ass. Slowly, oh so slowly he began to insert his throbbing rod into that Marine hole. He was starting to sweat a bit, and his fit Ranger muscle was gleaming a bit in the dim light.

He gave Paul an encouraging smile, reached out and held his hand in a tight grip as he pushed his rod inside the Royal Marine.

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: Tim grinned with a crooked smile, "Well, as we say in the states, no shit Sherlock. Course it's the whiskey talking. But is true all the same. Like you, I'm into everyone, but my girl back home don't know that. I tend to prefer the ladies, but every now and again I'll meet a man that will grab me by the balls. Takes a very special man to grab my attention. You have done that. I don't kiss and tell, Paddy. Fuck no I don't"

Then, he was hauled up out of the chair by the big Irishman, and pulled into a rough, whiskey flavored kiss. This was the fucking shit, Timothy thought as he kissed the hot as fuck Royal Marine MP back with aggressive passion.

He grinned at Patrick, "I reckon spending the night with you ain't the worst possible option on the table." Timothy laughed along with Patrick as the moans from next door drifted through the room. Then, with a growl, he pushed the big Irishman down on the bed, straddling his waist, working his hands hungrily under the big Irishman's shirt, kneading the muscles underneath from his abs up to his chest, leaning down for another long, deep rough kiss.

15:34 Marine_Paul_Collins: Even the hand got him aroused as his cock slapped against his stomach as Paul played with him. In a way the ranger holding his hand got him more Aroused. None of his other sexual partners had done something so intimate.

But he put his other hand and grabbed the edge of the cheap bed as he felt the ranger’s cock slide inside him. “Fucking hell Ranger,” he moaned. “Fuck yeah. Hell man you’re fucking good.” The fitness of the Ranger and the post deployment horn were getting to him but he didn’t stop holding the guy’s hand.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: The Irishman kissed him with equal passion, pulling his shirt off so roughly that a couple of buttons popped off but the Irishman didn’t care and he started to remove the Chicago native’s belt.

He didn’t get attached to people, and this would definitely be a one night stand but no reason to not enjoy it as much as possible. He ran his hand up the muscles on the Ranger. “Rough?” He asked as he ran his hands down the man’s abs and then roughly stuck his hand into the man’s trousers and grabbed his cock hard.

15:47 Private_Roger_Travers: He felt Paul's grip on his hand tighten, and he knew he'd made the right choice to reassure this hot fucking Marine. Then, he felt his hard Ranger meat push into the Marine those final few inches. He sighed deep, then with a grunt, he began to properly ream this handsome young Marine's hole. He kept his strokes gentle, feeling things out, but he was a skilled top, and in no time, he was directly each thrust with one sole purpose: to bang this Marine's joy nut.

He wanted to give this handsome young Marine a true taste of Ranger hospitality. Inside his head, he shouted again, SCORE!!! He reached down with his free hand, gently stroking Paul's cock to maximize the pleasure for the young Marine. Holy shit, he was horny. His balls were fucking ready to burst.

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: The Irishman responded to his advances with equal passion, pulling off his button-up to get at the American Ranger's fit, powerful torso. The Army Ranger's muscles were natural, but hard and strong. Timothy was fit as fuck, but he was no bodybuilder. He didn't do much in the gym, focusing instead on a routine that emphasized lots of hand to hand combat. He was a nut for Brazilian Jujitsu, and he found that kept him as strong and hard and fit as he could ask for.

Timothy worked his hands under Patrick's shirt and pulled it up over his head as he straddled the Royal Marine. He heard Timothy ask, "Rough?" just as he felt the Colour Sergeant grab his cock. He grinned, and smashed his fist into the fit Irishman's abs to answer the question. It was a hard punch. He then wedged his forearm under Paddy's chin, growling, "If we want gentle, we go find ourselves some ladies." He leaned down over the Marine MP, and kissed him again.

His free hand was working at Patrick's belt, and got it undone, working his trousers down, then grabbed a handful of the MP's plump balls and massaged them as he explored the Irishman's thickening cock with obvious pleasure, moaning a bit with delight as the hard, rough grip the Irishman had on his own cock.

16:00 Marine_Paul_Collins: “FUCK. YOU’RE AMAZING,” Paul groaned in a lot of pleasure. He hadn’t let go of Roger’s hand and his cock was hard in the ranger’s hand already leaking over it he wouldn’t be able to contain himself for much longer. He was still young. He pushed back on the ranger’s cock as much as he could but he couldn’t stop himself from cumming as he started to burst. After five days in hospital it was thick and covered his body.

He looked up at the Ranger and tried to lean up and kiss him but the pain was too much from that angle and he lay down on the bed. “Cum. Please roger. Cum and let me stay the night with you. Please.”

He didn’t want the night to end.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: The Irishman’s cock wasn’t long but it was massively thick. Thicker than a beer can and he moaned when the sergeant punched him. His cock in the American’s hand went immediately hard.

With the man’s arm over his throat he smiled and locked his legs around the guy and turned sharply so they both fell off the bed to the floor this time with Patrick slamming his arm over the other guy’s throat and his fist slammed hard into Tim’s abs.

He moved down and took the Chicago man’s cock in his mouth. Not expertly but he wasn’t gentle at all this was all sex. He may respect Tim but he wasn’t in love. Not like the Marine next door.

16:08 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: David’s room wasn’t locked when he got back in, and there was a figure sitting in the armchair in the hotel.

The figure turned over and flicked on the light with the arm not in a sling. “You come to my country. You can’t resist getting in trouble can you. I heard what happened when I got back from the Carribean,” said Mark.

“I went to the hospital but they said you’d left. So I tracked you down here. Luckily we knew where the marines were staying.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. Wouldn’t look good for a big officer to get killed in my country would it.”

“Are you okay, David?”

16:28 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger grinned down at the fit young Marine as he cried out, then suddenly, in between one thrust and the next, the Royal Marine erupted like a volcano, spraying his jizz fucking everywhere.

Roger's eyes went wide with delight, and gently he pushed the Marine back down, nodding at him to answer his question, then groaning in a deep, low bellow as he erupted into the condom, filling it with his seed. He gasped, covered in sweat, and slowly removed his cock from Paul's ass, remaining gentle. Then, he carefully removed the condom, and dropped on the bed beside the handsome young Marine. He gently kissed him, only able to say one two words. "Fucking incredible."

He scooted back against the headboard, and gently pulled Paul up into his lap, letting the Marine rest his head back against his fit chest, wrapping him up with his arms. Roger felt ... something pretty strong for this Marine. He didn't want this night to end, and he kinda figured leaving Paul behind was gonna hurt. But that was not today's problem. A Ranger only focused on the right now. And right now he had this handsome, hot as fuck young Marine resting in his arms, and that was good.

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: Timothy grinned with savage pleasure as he felt how thick and solid the Irishman's hefty meat was.

And he grinned even broader as Paddy gave it back as good as he got, trapping him in those big legs and slamming them both onto the floor with a loud THUMP, reversing their positions with an expertise that made the Chicago native spurt some pre-cum. Fuck, yes. Patrick was one helluva a good ground fighter, and that translated into one helluva hot man in his book. He grunted slightly as the hefty, hard-muscled Irishman smashed his fist into Tim's iron core and driving his forearm under his chin, before reversing positions and swallowing his 7" of Ranger meat like a pro.

He was a rough fucker, and Timothy appreciated that. He wanted rough. He could get gentle from his girl. From a man, he wanted it rough and primal. He reached up and grabbed Patrick's beefy quads pulling them back and out, causing the hard-bodied Irish MP to slam down on top of him, and more importantly, bringing that thick beercan into range of his mouth. He opened up, and swallowed that thick meat with equal aggression, ravaging it in his mouth, the taste of Paddy's pre cum driving him wild.

15:58 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: When David entered his room, he realized the door wasn't locked. Instantly, despite being drunk, David's hackles raised and he prepped himself for combat. Some of the haze of the alcohol was pushed back by a surge of adreniline. He entered, catching sight of the figure in the chair,

He had a weapon to hand, namely his crutch. He figured it had enormous reach, and was capable of breaking a man's jaw or an arm with a well placed swing. He was just about to take a swing at the dark figure when the light flicked on.

He suddenly started laughing, dropping his crutch back to the floor. "You mother fucking bastard... trying to surprise a Ranger, even one as fucking drunk as I am, is a good way to get yourself killed. I'd feel real bad if I'd killed you."

He hobbled over to the bed sitting down. Fuck. Mark was here. In his hotel room. Right fucking now. This was incredible. But he played it cool. His speech was a bit slurred, "Well, let's see ... am I okay... Apart from being attacked in my sleep by a psychotic roided up Royal Marine trying to rip my fucking head off... and nearly succeeding.." He pointed to the bandage around his throat, "Breaking my fucking ankle, trying to break my back, and stabbing me with your shitty knife" He pointed out each of the injuries in turn, and at the end pulled up Mark's blade, tossing it into the air, and despite being drunk, catching it expertly by the handle and resheathing it.

"I mean, besides all that, I'm drunk on some excellent whisky, and I've got Mark fucking Christopher, SAS Bad Ass extraordinaire in my bedroom, so I'd say I'm on top of the world right now."

He grinned at Mark, not trying to hide his delight ... or his reaction ... at the handsome SAS Commando's sudden appearance. As soon as he'd realized the figure was Mark, his cock had started to grow, trying to burst out of his trousers.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: The Irishman facefucked the Chicago guy hard. Slamming his meat right into his throat as his cock was devoured. He grunted in pleasure as he sucked greedily on the Ranger’s cock. It was longer than his and he admired it.

He then sat up and slammed his fist into the man’s side a few times rough and hard. There was no talking between them just violence and aggression and sex. His cock was leaking but he wasn’t going to let this finish before one of the two of them got fucked.

He leant down putting his weight on the arm over the throat looking at Tim right in the eyes with a tonne of drunken lust.

16:08 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: “If I wanted to sneak up on you, hell I’d shoot you from another room. This is just fucking foreplay,” he laughed.

“Three things. You call my knife shitty and if you weren’t a fucking cripple I’d kick your ass.”

“Secondly. I came to see whether you wanted the royal marine to have ‘an accident’ in prison. He can. Easily.”

“Thirdly. Keep that fucking cock in your trousers. You’re in no shape for fucking sex right now. I don’t know how to do it gently and neither do you. I’d fucking send you back into hospital. Even with a healing broken arm.”

He smiled though and walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. “I’ll kill the bastard if you want me to. No questions asked.”

17:18 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I sat there grinning, letting my cock do it's thing as Mark started talking.

My grin faded though, as I knew that Mark was being dead serious.
As Mark sat next to me, my cock got even harder.

I looked over at Mark. Mark was a fucking dangerous man. I knew that from day one. You don't want to get on the wrong side of Mark. I knew that too. I'd kill to protect or avenge Mark, in a heartbeat. When I gave Mark my blade, the blade my Dad had given me upon completing Ranger School, that had been implicit in the act.

Stands to reason Mark would do the same for me. But I'd never actually thought about it until now. It, well to be honest, it kinda moved me. Fuck.

I considered my answer and the implications of Mark's offer deeply, my brain working to fight through the alcohol. Then, I turned to look Mark right in the eye. "No. The real blame lies with Perez. And Perez is fucking dead. Luke is a fucking moron, but he's not a traitor. He's already paying the price for his stupidity."

Then, I looked down at my crotch, which was still rock hard, and then over at Mark. "Fuck Mark. Do you have to be so goddamned hot? You are fucking blueballing me. But you are right. If we started fucking, I'd have to explain to your CO how I re-broke your arm. I'm guessing you can't tell me how that happened, and I'm not stupid enough to ask."

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: The Ranger swallowed that thick piece of meat, mauling it with his teeth.

Then the Marine MP stood up, and mounted him, slamming his fist down hard into him. Every time the Marine's fist smashed into his side, he grunted with pleasure. He was gonna have some splendid bruises come the morning. Patrick wedged that arm down under his chin, looking to choke him out. Timothy figured it was time to turn the tables again. He wanted to fuck this bastard up the ass, and he reckoned he'd have to fight hard for it. Fuck, he wanted to fight hard for it. Wanted to fight this bastard. But, even though he was drunk and horny, he was still an Army Ranger. He wasn't going to totally lose control. He trusted Patrick was the same.

Timothy felt the pressure building as that arm wedged down hard and tight. Fuck, he was so hard right now. The pain was fucking incredible. He reached up and grabbed the wrist of that forearm just as the brawny Irishman started to really lean his weight into it. Timothy felt his cock respond along with the rising threat as he started to see spots in front of his drunken eyes. But instead of submitting, he suddenly pushed violently up on the Marine's wrist, wedging his foot up and under the Marine's opposite hip, the push and pull pressure, expertly applied, suddenly flipping the hard, handsome drunk Marine over to his back, laid out atop the horny, drunk Ranger.

Like a snake, the Ranger wraps up the Marine MP in a rear naked choke, his hard muscled arms snaking around that neck with a vise like power, his legs locking up the Marine MP's hard torso in a figure four body scissors. He doesn't hold back. He's ready for a fuck. This is primal between them. He grunts in the Colour Sergeant's ear, "Tap out ... or pass out... I want that fucking ass Paddy. "

17:36 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I nod as he said he doesn’t want the guy dead. That’s good enough for him.

“Blue balls hey. Well you will get horned up around me. It’s because I’m fucking good looking.”

“We will just have to wait for another day for that. When I’m not likely to kill you when we fuck.” But I do lean over and kiss the Ranger and as I do my hand goes to my belt, pulling out his own knife and sliding it down the side of his throat. “Because I want to fuck you when you’re in your prime.”

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: Patrick was getting hard. Really hard. He was ready to fuck the American and just wanted him a bit more weakened. But he found himself slammed down and then he was being choked out. He brought his elbow back slamming it into the man’s side to try and get out of the lock. But there was a limit. He could have grabbed the bedside table and slammed it down over the guys head. He could lift up and slam the guy into the Steel bed structure. But they crossed the line. And he felt himself starting to lose consciousness. But still he didn’t tap out. Not till he was on the verge of blackness. And he tapped the ranger’s side and rolled off him exhausted but his cock was leaking. He had very nearly cum during the fight without a hand on his cock.

17:36 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul lay in bed and closed his eyes as he put his arms around the Ranger. “Roger. In the morning. Before you go to the airport. I’ve got one condom left. Will you fuck me again. Do you want to video it. Just for the two of us. Not my website. I want to remember you. I may not see you again.”

18:15 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I looked over at Mark's stunningly handsome face. He is right about how good looking he is.

I grin at his snarky banter, and kiss him with a rough passion. Fuck, I missed him. My hand goes down to my belt at the same time, and suddenly, Mark finds his knife at his throat at the same time I find my knife at mine. I grin. My cock going fucking crazy in my trousers at the hot as shit double threat.

"Deal. I wanna be able to fuck you up without having to hold back. When we are both at our prime."

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: Timothy has this Irish bastard, has him hard, has him solid. Oh, if this were a proper fight, this would only be the beginning. There was so much shit he could do with the table, with electric cord for the lamp, so many things. But they both knew the line.

Timothy had him, and that sense of predation... of taking his alpha prey stirred deep in his cock and balls driving him over the top fucking horny. And when the Colour Sergeant actually tapped ... he was that close to blowing his fucking load. He rolled over on top of Paddy's back as the drunk Marine MP lay heaving from his near brush with getting KO'd.

Timothy grunted down into Paddy's ear, "You hot as fuck brutal ass Marine... I'm taking your ass by right of conquest... right fucking now..."

He put action to word, lined up his 7" of meat on that hot MP's ass, split the Marine's legs open with a grapevine to make it easier, and grabbed ahold of the Irishman's thick, beefy biceps triceps to steady himself, then plunged in. He wasn't gentle. No. He was rough as fuck, and reamed that MP's ass with deep pleasure and prejudice. If Paddy was the kind of man he thought he was, then the Irishman's cock was just as rock hard as his right now. He bet he'd make this fucking Royal Marine MP hard man blow his load without even touching his cock.

18:17 Private_Roger_Travers: As the two men lay there in the bed, Roger was in a happy place. He was totally there with Paul. He'd never felt quite this way before.

When Paul spoke up, Roger grunted into the Marine's ear, "Fuck yes, Paul. I want that. It can be ours... something for us to remember each other by, to stay connected. Ours alone."

18:26 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I smile at David and slowly lower the knife, running it down his neck as I put it back on my belt.

“Definitely makes me better than you. I have a broken arm. You have an injured back and a broken nail,” he said looking at the broken foot.” He stood up. “Right. I need to get back to my unit. I just came here to ask that question.”

“You change your mind. You know where I am,” and he headed to the door.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: The Irishman lay on the ground recovering his breath from the choke. He felt the cock going inside him and he grunted, that was the only noise he made. He was used to getting stuff done like this quietly so no one knew. But he was breathing heavily. A combination of being choked out and that he was heavily aroused.

He started grunting though. Holding back the cum by force of will although by now the carpet in the room was wet with his pre-cum. His face indicated his enjoyment as he couldn’t hold back any more and his cum started gushing over the Carpet and his own body as he was fucked into the mess by the guy from Chicago.

18:32 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul smiled as he drifted off to sleep the alcohol and the painkillers having an effect. He muttered something like. “Ill miss ya.” Before he drifted off to sleep

15:58 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: The drunk, victorious Army Ranger reamed the Colour Sergeant brutally, taking his conquered ass with primal force.

He could feel the Irishman trying to hold back, trying to resist, but in the end, he felt that resistance crumble, and felt the Marine MP's cock spasm, coating the carpet with his Irish seed.

Timothy grunted, that was what he was waiting for, and unloaded deep into the Marine's ass, filling it up to the brim with his thick Ranger jizz. Grunting, exhausted, he lay there for a long moment, a minute, two minutes, keeping his cock buried deep up Paddy's ass, cause it felt so fucking good.

Then, with a plop, he rolled off of fucked MP, and staggered up to his feet, helping Paddy up. He grunted, "Nice little fight Paddy and a hot fuck." With that he let himself fall on the bed, dragging the rough, good looking fucked Marine MP with him, tangling the big Irishman up in his limbs, his Ranger seed still leaking out of the Marine's ass as the Ranger drifted off to sleep.

11:33 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: Patrick got dragged onto the bed, drunkenly falling next to Tim, the two muscular soldiers landing on the bed caused it to crack dangerously, but that wasn't his problem right now as he lay there and looked at the first soldier. He was way too drunk to get to the shower right now, no matter how hot and sweaty and fucked he was. He draped his arm over the army ranger and fell asleep.

Around 4am he woke up, still hungover, but sobering up, he shook the Ranger awake, "Tim... you'd better get off to your own room, don't want the lads seeing you leaving here in the morning."

"That was a good night, but let's not get weird right..." and then he put his head back on the pillow to go back to sleep.

18:57 Corporal_Luke_Walker: Hundreds of miles away. Luke Walker sat in a cell alone in the military prison in Colchester. He was furious. He was in solitary due to the fact he’d already had a fight with one of the guards and knocked out his lawyer.

He didn’t understand why he was treated this was. He had failed in his mission yet due to that scrawny kid shooting him. But that kid should be punished. Not him. He was following his lawfully given orders.

He was angry and he was annoyed. Perez was his commanding officer and he was following instructions. Then he heard that Corporal Reece had killed Perez, ruining any chance of Walker being exonerated.

He wanted to punch the shit out of Reece and in his mind he still had an order to fulfil. Perez’s last order. To kill the Ranger Lieutenant and that fucking Ranger kid as well.

Published: 2021-07-27, viewed 46 times.