Breakfast, the mandatory parade. Was a rush job. The cooks were strict with the 2 rashes of bacon, the scrambled egg had the consistency of a tennis ball and the porridge did not look much better. Quite a few of us had history, for having dubious things in our mouths. Many of us drew the line at the black pudding.
45 minutes later, we filed out of the compound. The 4 sections heading off in different directions. We were all independent, crossing the terrain in a bit of an arrowhead. Not knowing when we were being observed, or if we able to get away with the occasional laugh and joke.
Just before last light, we headed for our final grid reference. A dense wood. We formed up on the perimeter, waiting to see if there was any activity. Given the all clear, we moved in. Forming up in an all around defence, 5 x 2 man basha's. Deemed far enough inbound to be able to cook. Chris did the basha, while I knocked up some hot food.
The section 2 i/c came around and gave us our arc's of fire, "That section of darkness, to that section of darkness! Fill yer boots!"
We were far enough apart, to have warning of anyones approach. The basha was at knee to waist height, so we had head room but the outside observer, would be at a severe disadvantage.
To that end, after eating and doing our end of day admin. I made sure Chris was on his back. His sleeping bag unzipped giving me access.
My hands glided up his thighs, glancing over his balls and descending the opposite thigh. Cupping his balls, he was engorged enough to be semi. A couple of strokes, giving it the 100% download "You are now fully erect!" or whatever phrase MSN might want to have used. Tracing the rim of his cock with my tongue. The distinctive smell of Imperial Leather on the breeze. The nocturnal wildlife, equally bemused as I was. Imperial Leather!
His foreskin gliding easily backward and forth, my tongue teasing the Frenulum as it stretched and constricted. The squirm and the feeling giving the impending release away. I took him into the back of my throat. Offering release and acceptance.
From the darkness, a murmur could be heard "Some fucking deviant is using Imperial Leather!"
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