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The balcony. Ulf cut a path through the crowd, careful to step only on the toes of those who were lower than he in rank. Like magic, the French doors opened as he approached. He strolled out into the cool night air. It wasn't until they closed behind him that he felt real relief. The silence alone was damn near golden.
Ulf turned his back to the view of the old European city sprawling across the hills. He was more pleased by the sight in front of him now. Two stellar examples of the best the Marine Corps had to offer. A pair of handsome, muscular men dressed in their Honor Guard uniforms, not a wrinkle in sight and well creased in all the right places. White gloves, to match their white caps, covered their meaty fists. Their blank expressions and identical stance made them look like twins.
Lord, how he wanted to help them get their spotless gear all dirty.
The party continued behind closed doors. It was in its infancy, when all the dignitaries would still be more interested in sniffing around each other than finding a spot of privacy to sniff their vice of choice. Odds were, he had enough time to...
He gave the set of Marines another long stare. Damn him if they weren't just the hottest thing on two legs. Cold. Remote. Untouchable. Oh, yeah, he was gonna touch. And lick. And maybe even devour.
His cock lurched inside his pants, scraping against the teeth of his zipper. Undies were for pussies. Ulf wanted to let it all hang out. The only real question left was which one of the stoic Guards was going to be the first lucky recipient of his masterful attentions. Left or right?
The one on his left, his gut told him.
Ulf stepped in front of the Marine, close enough to smell the man's heat. "How 'bout it, boi?" he growled.
Nothing. Not a grimace or a flinch. No reaction at all. Damn, this was gonna be fun.
"I didn't hear you say no, boi, so I'm gonna take that as a 'yes, sir, whatever you want, sir'." He pressed his palm against the Marine's crotch. The bulge it encountered would make many gay men beg for mercy. Ulf gave it a none-too-gentle squeeze. "And guess what? I've found something I want."
Ulf checked the frosted glass doors one more time. No one on the other side seemed to care much about what might be happening in the world outside. That was good. Things could get a little hairy if the Guards were caught with their pants down. Still, the fun ahead was worth a little risk.
He dropped to his knees, his face now on level with a shiny silver belt buckle. "Before this is over, I'm gonna make you beg for mercy, solider," he warned the kid. Then slowly he leaned forward and scraped his teeth over the long, thick shaft under the white fabric. He nibbled his way down until he could bury his nose in the man's sweaty, heavy balls and inhaled deeply.
Oh, yeah. This was definitely worth the price of admission. Who the hell needed rubbery chicken on a bed of overcooked rice when he could dine on fresh, prime meat?
With one hand he tugged the zipper on the Marine's uniform pants down. His other hand dealt with his own. In unison, their massive, naked erections stabbed the night air. For a moment, Ulf closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to see the Honor Guard -- both of them -- bent over the stone railing wearing nothing but their white hats and their black dress boots. One would get his dick, buried balls deep. The other would be watching him with that infamous blank stare while inside his chest his heart beat with impatience for it to be his turn...
A growl escaped Ulf’s throat. Maybe next time. When he had little more privacy and a few hours to teach these guys a thing or two about standing at attention and obeying orders. Tonight it was going to be hot and fast.
He grabbed his chosen target's dick and pressed it up, against the white fabric, then he nuzzled the sensitive flesh. Hot. Throbbing. His favorite new toy to play with. And toy with it he did. Breathing down its length, barely touching it with his lips before pulling back. Driving himself and, he suspected, his good little solider crazy with the tease. But it was hard to tell for sure what kind of reaction he was getting. The Guardsman had yet to betray his inner desires. To look down. To do anything but stand there and take Ulf's treatment.
But they were just getting started. Ulf would have been disappointed if the kid had wimped out this soon.
Ulf pumped his own shaft with a tight fist and leaned in to take the still silent Marine's cock into his mouth. Before his lips wrapped around the purple head, he glanced over at the other one. "Watch this close, boi. You're gonna be next."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This short scene evolved from a challenge. Ulf made a comment about a fantasy of his. I said it was worth 1000 words. He said if I came up with those words, he'd create the picture to go with it. I only gave him 922, but he gave me a masterpiece. Thanks, Ulf!!
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