Here he was, strewn across the queen-sized bed, completely and utterly naked. Dark brown pubic hair trailed from his groin; it passed his cleanly cut abs in a neat line until it spread, tree-like, onto his sweaty, muscular chest. He was breathing hard now, almost manically while he watched me undress. I crawled onto the bed with my briefs still on, its contents clearly outlined by the sweat from our morning run, and lay my taller but skinnier body over his.
I gazed into his almond eyes, filled with pleasure and lust. Each nerve on my body quivered to every slight movement of his muscular exterior, the intense desert heat forcing our sweat pores to ooze out the salty water over our lips and into our now interlocked mouths. His tongue circled around mine while our arms remained tightly bound around each others head. We were in ecstasy.
We didn't move, as was custom, for several long minutes until a twitch of his thigh signaled my cue - he pressed his bare chest against mine and pushed my underwear to my thighs. I began to slide back and forth, clenching my glutes around his index finger, all the while grinding my pelvis against his.
A loud moan escaped his mouth and I began to slow down my back and forth movement until both our groins were covered in sticky, wet warmth.
I began to lower my tongue toward his stomach when a hot hand grabbed my hair and pulled me gently back.
"You know I can't, Alan." He whispered in Arabic, yearning for me to understand with his dark brown eyes.
"I know." I replied, avoiding his gaze in embarrassment. I understood completely what this meant for him. I was born and raised in a Catholic family, I knew what people like me and him were considered, what would happen to us when we died.
"Do not be embarrassed," he said, as always, identifying my emotions as accurately as ever."If I were not me, I would make love to you for eternity after eternity."
I smiled, to which he smiled back. Our lips hovered millimeters apart, taking in each others' scents and warmth before we passionately kissed. While outside the tent, our comrades began to prepare the artillery for another circumference of inner Baghdad.
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The Fundamental Soldier
Random(Contains sexual content) During the climax of the Iraq war, an Arab general and an English soldier are intertwined in a relationship that breaches every aspect of all stereotypes. They are madly in love, but what must one do when there are an unim...
