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"Private Lambassi!"
Sergeant Britz moves through the water and stops a few feet from where I am. Despite being close to the shore of the water hole the water still comes up to just above our stomachs. An overhanging tree gives a small amount of shade but there's no escaping the steady, burn from the mid afternoon sun. An hour ago Private Connor made a point of telling us the temperature had hit 102 degrees.
I can't tell if the droplets on Sergeant Britz's forehead are water or sweat. Somehow even though he's been up to his neck in water I can still get a smell of his Bo. The fine black hair of his regulation flat top glints abit in the sun, he's thinning abit on the top and I can see his scalps gonna be sun burnt later on.
"I realize Lambassi that hiking in this weather is not an ideal situation. And I am aware of current temperatures and forecasts but let me say this: men in current postings are looking at 105 to 110 everyday. Keep it in your skull private that as a reservist both yourself and Private Connor do not have the luxury of deciding when of if you take part in an exercise as deemed fit by an enlisted, full-time superior. Do I make myself clear?"
"Sir" I looked awkward but I pulled my hand from under the water and saluted. I took at quick look over at a couple of local civilian guys swimming on the other side of the water hole but they made no show of having seen me salute what to them would've looked like a regular guy in army issue boxer shorts.
The reason I privately thought Sergeant Britz was an asshole was that even when allowing his men to have a break and swim in a place like this water hole he never allowed the official side to his rank slip. The guy was career army. I understood his higher rank but the fact is we were both 31 years old.
"And the stunt you pulled just now?"
"I don't understand Sir"
"A Private takes a dump in full view of a Sergeant and you don't understand?"
"Due to our early start and because of lack of opportunities throughout the hike I was unable to relieve myself. Sir"
I wasn't going to let on that I knew why he was perturbed by my behavior. The truth was we'd been walking in open sun for four hours, the Sergeant encouraged the drinking of fluids but only while still walking so when I heard the 'packs down' command as we came to the water hole and then the bastard says something about 'one hour - then packs on' for the return hike I was pissed.
The Sergeant glanced across at the civilian swimmers. They were getting out of the water to leave. The Sergeant turned and caught me watching one of the swimmers, through his white shorts it was easy to make out the shape and colour of his butt cheeks even from where we stood.
"You enjoy watching a young mans buttocks do you Lambassi?"
"Sir. I was wondering if he was aware that his buttocks could be seen through the wet fabric of his board shorts."
"And if that young man was to pull down his board shorts, spread his buttock cheeks and proceed to take a dump in full view of yourself would you take that as a sign of respect Private Lambassi?"
"Sir, I did not realize I was displaying a lack of respect to you earlier."
"Lambassi, not only did you allow your superior officer to see you sphincter ring open you brazenly allowed him to view the spectacle of a piece of shit the size Sergeant Bosworth's penis slide out onto the ground"
Sergeant Bosworth was a 6'5" black sergeant back at the base who was famously well hung.
"Sergeant. If I may speak freely, Private Connor relieved himself at the same time and although he was not in sight of yourself I did both witness and hear the sound he made as he squatted very close to myself and being a natural thing that men do I was not offended"
"The sound?"
"Yes Sir. A slight crackling sound and then a thud."
The sergeant moves slightly and I felt his powerful hand pushing at the front of my submerged boxer shorts
"You have an erection private."
"Yes Sir I do."
The sergeant lowered himself in the water, his face raised to the hot sun - he was pulling down his boxer shorts. With a nod from him I understood I was to do the same. The water was fairly murky but the pale outline of our jutting erections was easily discernible under the water.
He then turned his back to me and I could see his tight arse almost glowing white under the water. A few bubbles shot from his ass crack and rose to the surface. I couldn't see what was happening but from the hunch of the Sergeants muscled shoulders and the straining vein on his neck it was clear.
"Reach down Private and help me relieve myself."
I sunk into the water and slid my hands across his rock hard ass, lowering them slightly I felt the beginnings of his firm shit as it pressed out from his body. The Sergeant proceeded to inhale / exhale in short sharp bursts then with a tensing and lean forward of his body he pushed out what felt like an enormous hard turd.
Holding the log in my hand it's firmness was incredible but the slimy surface increased as the water and my hands held it gingerly. Still holding it below the surface the smell was nonexistent so the filthiness of what I was doing wasn't as obvious.
I held it just below the surface to show the Sergeant what I'd helped pull from his ass. He seemed impressed as he looked down at the thick, dark 9" piece of shit that needed both my hands to hold.
"A mans shit can be either a mundane daily task or life changing Private."
The Sergeant reached up and pinched a small piece of his shit log into his hand then proceeded to lift his hand from the water and squeeze the brown nugget hard onto my head. Rubbing it into my hair the piece was small enough to give off the smell of a mans ass but not enough to make me gag.
With the Sergeant watching me I broke the still submerged log in half and moving my hand to my own ass proceeded to squash and knead it into my skin. Slippery and slimy my erection was harder than ever before as I felt my hand slide over my body. The Sergeant continued to push the shit through my hair and look deep into my face without really seeing me.
I took the other piece and began to push it hard against his stomach. Moving my hand in circular motions my arm brushed against his jutting hardon as I squeezed his own shit hard into his rippled six-pack stomach. A smell of shit, sweat and arousal rose up despite our bodies being half submerged.
With shit still caking my hand I brought it down to the Sergeants cock and began to slather it up and down. Small pieces of brown shit rose slowly to the surface as I reached my other hand from my arse and began to jerk my own erection.
The Sergeants shit covered hand then slid down the back of neck and under the water and I felt it pushing me away from his cock. The pale working of his pumping arm could be seen under the water. For the moment I forgot about my shit caked hair and began to whack off hard and fast myself. I woulda sucked the Sergeants cock but I was too close.
Bubbles started the rise to the surface and the sound of slight splashing water filled the clearing as both me and the Sergeant really beat our meat faster and more frenzied than ever before. The heat in the air and the smell of his shit rising from my head and the damn raunchiness of this filthy army maneuver was gonna get me off any second.
The Sergeant suddenly grunted, coughed and his body fell slightly forward as he blew. That sent me off, a groan and a shudder and the white cloud of my own jizz filled the water between us.
Sinking below the surface I held my breath as the Sergeant almost lovingly massaged my hair and scalp clean. Leaving the water, our semi erections still swinging heavily in the hot dry air we pulled on our boxer shorts and wordlessly went back to Private Connor and our backpacks.
THE END
When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhim...@yahoo.co.uk