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This takes place towards the end of Homecoming

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Reassignment and
One Man Army

08:23 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I looked to the west, seeing endless fields stretching out in the distance to meet the sky. Damn, Iowa was flat. Technically, it was spring, but you could have fooled me. The last few days had been dead boring. Sifting through the collapsed rubble of a Syndicate base in the middle of nowhere was not my idea of fun. So far, we've found nothing of any significance. What a waste of my time. But, where the Syndicate is involved, the higher ups take no chances.

I took advantage of my breaktime to check my phone. Rank hath its privileges, and one of them was that I was trusted with my personal phone on certain missions. Like this one. I looked at the pictures that bastard Mark had sent me, off on some kind of exotic holiday after his last assignment. His arm was in a sling, so whatever it was it had been rough, but clearly, judging from his current locale, his efforts had been recognized.

My dick twitched several times as I replayed our last encounter. The bastard has ruined me. Absolutely ruined me. How can any other fuck session possibly rival what we’d experienced? I sigh. Then text him back, “You better not have lost my knife, or I’ll string you up and give you 40 lashes.”

I put my phone away, stand up to go, when my CO walks up. I salute smartly, “Captain.” He returns my salute, then in his usual brusque manner delivers my orders. “Pack your gear Lt. You are headed to Scotland.” I look surprised. That came out of left field. “Sir, may I know the reason?”

The Captain grins then, and his eyes flash with a hidden amusement, “International relations, Lt. The higher ups have decided to sponsor a joint training exercise to further strengthen the relations with the UK. I was asked to choose a squad to represent the Rangers for this endeavor. I have chosen you. You will be matched up with another squad from the Royal Marines. You will participate in a series of war games exercises against one another There will also be individual competitions in various disciplines, hand to hand combat, firearms, knife combat, etc. Given the service record of you and your squad, and your recent celebrity in dealing with the Eli problem, you and your squad were the obvious choice.”

Well, this was different. Anything was better than sifting through rubble in the butt fuck end of nowhere in the bitter cold. I saluted, and went to pack. “Yes Sir.”

The rest of the squad, Roger Travers, Max Thompson, Bill McKaine, and Timothy Phillips, would no doubt be just as pleased as I was.

THE NEXT DAY

Our transport landed at RAF Lossiebury in the middle of the afternoon. It was nearly as fucking freezing here in Scotland as it had been in Iowa, but at least the scenery was a lot different. We loaded our gear on to a truck, and shipped out. It took us about an hour, apparently we were headed for some utter bumfuck remote part of Scotland, up in Caithness. About as isolated as you can get in the UK.

Eventually, the truck pulled to a stop, and we all piled out. I hefted my pack, weighing about 150 pounds, shrugging it on my shoulders. The entire exercise was going to happen totally in the wild, which suited me just fine. I preferred it real. Too many comforts made a man soft. We were packing everything we needed. I was dressed in forest camo, heavy boots, trousers, jacket. My weapons and my other gear were in my pack, along with my body armour. Some parts of the exercise would be live fire, and I’d haul out my body armour for that.

I checked out my men, and they lined up behind me instinctively. I felt a surge of pride in their discipline. We were guests here in the UK… and no doubt those Royal Marines we were going to “team” up with would want to rub our noses in it. My boys could handle it though. I faced them all, and while we waited for our Royal Marine counterparts to show up, I decided to give my boys a speech.

“All right men, we are guests here in Scotland. We are going to be competing and/or teaming up with a squad of Royal Marines in some joint exercises and competitions. I want you to do me and the Rangers proud, fight hard, fight to win. But we all need to remember that at the end of the day, we were on the same side. When the best special forces regiment in the world trains with the third best special forces regiment in the world, cause let’s face it, the SAS was a cut above the Royal Marines, egos were no doubt gonna flare. Keep it in check. No need for us to rub our superiority in their faces. We are going to win these games, hands down. We’ll let our actions speak for us.”

I nod, proud of them, and turn to see another truck starting to pull up. Curious to see what kind of soldiers the Royal Marines can field.

09:47 Lieutenant_Adam_Perez: The Royal Marines Lieutenant got out of the truck first as the guys inside the truck started to get their equipment ready. He was a tall guy, with short brown hair, nowhere near as muscled as David, but he carried himself with a lot of confidence.

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The man looked at David and nodded. "Lieutenant, I'm Lieutenant Adam Perez, welcome to Scotland, I was personally hoping for this training exercise to be taking place in Los Angeles, but my baywatch fantasy wasn't to be. My wife is probably quite happy about that considering the good looking ladies in LA."

He put his hand out for David to shake. "But we get this shithole instead, lucky us, the SAS team that was meant to be here got pulled out for some secret squirrel mission so we got brought along instead. I've made it clear to my lads that this is a joint training exercise, this is not an exercise to rub your nose in things when we win."

He pulled out a sheet of paper and passed it over. "In the interest of integration, I felt when setting things up we should make sure that the lads got to know their counterparts, I had the Major send me your guys skills, based on what your government supplied. As you can see your sniper is set to share a 2-man tent with our sniper. Your armourer will be with our armourer. I know the lads can do most things, but I took their heaviest speciality and matched them up."

"I matched you up with our Corporal Walker, he's a scout-sniper."

It's strange that when the list is read that the Marine's team has one additional person who got a tent on his own, and that was Lieutenant Perez. He obviously arranged things to be on his own, as otherwise the officer would normally billet with the other officer.

"Feel free to go and get set up."

Which sounded just slightly more polite than "Dismissed" which is exactly the undercurrent he's giving off. Like he's the one in charge, despite being the same rank as David.

10:21 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I watched the other truck pull to a stop, and a good-looking fit man with a green beret exited first, and headed straight towards me. I nodded in acknowledgement as he approached. I instantly knew this was my counterpart. He carried himself with the aura of confidence and command that marked him an officer.

I shook his hand firmly, responding. "Thank you Lieutenant. I'm Lieutenant David Armstrong. Don't worry, you aren't missing much. LA is overblown, and like as not, we'd be more occupied with protecting ourselves from gangs than finding time to enjoy the ladies."

I felt a pang inside when he mentioned that originally it would have been the SAS we worked with. Obviously, that brought Mark front and center to my thoughts. But I pushed that aside, and refocused on the tall, handsome Royal Marine Lieutenant.

I replied, with an absolutely straight face, "I've had the same talk with my men. They will be on their best behavior when celebrating their victory."
Silently, I grinned to myself, let the dick measuring contests begin. This was going to be fun.

At his next words though, I felt more than a pang of unease. What the fuck? This was a joint exercise. The disposition and arrangement of our men should have been conducted jointly with me and Lieutenant Adam. Being dictated to in this manner, not to mention that I was being billeted with a fucking Corporal, was a veiled insult. I wasn't going to stand for it.

At his final pronouncement, I diplomatically swallowed my anger, and spoke up. "Excuse me Lieutenant, but if I understand correctly, this is meant to be a joint exercise between our teams. Jointly planned and jointly conducted. With all due respect, I think I would prefer to review the pairings with you, jointly. As this is after all, a joint exercise. Or so I was led to believe."

10:34 Lieutenant_Adam_Perez: The Lieutenant turned and looked at David. "And with all due respect, I have three years service longer than you, which makes me the senior officer on this training exercise."

"It is a joint training exercise, but I would have thought you would have understood the requirement for expediency, if we're spending time on minor things such as who is sleeping where, we will never get anything done."

"Or would you also like to go through the menu for the field canteen as well, which I am pretty sure I can get you, but I would ask why you would be concerned with these things rather than actually concentrating on the exercise."

And he then re-turned around and continued to head back off.

11:28 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I don't say one fucking word, not one. Because I know if I open my mouth, I'll create an international incident. I swear right then and there, that I'm going to insist that me and Lieutenant Perez get matched up during the hand to hand competition. That way I can beat his arrogant fucking face in a manner which is sanctioned. I stare hard daggers at the bastard's back as he walks away, then take a deep breath, turn and go to give my men their orders.

I consult the sheet Lieutenant Adam handed me, and though I try to keep my irritation out of my voice, I bark out my orders a bit sharper than normal.

"All right men, listen up. We are each going to be paired with one of our counterparts. You will sleep together, in the same tent."

I bark out, "Sergeant McKaine! You will be paired with the Royal Marine's sniper. It is up to you find him."

I consult the list again, "Sargent Max! You will be paired with the Royal Marine Squad's armorer. Likewise, go find him."

I read down further, "Private Roger! You will be paired with the Royal Marine Squad's grunt."

I finish with the final line, "First Sergeant, You will be paired with the Royal Marine Squad's Color Sergeant."

I turn, anger still snapping in my eyes to go find this fucking Corporal I'm supposed to billet with. What a fucking insult.

11:46 Sergeant_Bill_McKaine: Bill hefted his pack, settling it onto his shoulders and turned. He was puzzled though, what the fuck had gotten under the Lieutenant's skin? It wasn't like the Lieutenant to be that sharp with the men. He shrugged, well orders were orders.

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The lean, hard muscled Texan turned to find his counterpart. A sniper apparently. He strode over with hard-bodied confidence towards the Royal Marines as they unloaded their gear from the back of the truck.

Bill scanned the men carefully, and there, strapped to the back of a pack, that was a sniper rifle. With a hard, tight grin, the Texan walked up towards the man who'd hefted it, waiting till he got it settled on his shoulders, then stuck out his hand. "Sgt. Bill McKaine, from the Republic of Texas. My CO tells me that you and I are gonna be shacking up together for this little rodeo." He looks over at the sniper rifle. Then whistles, "Damn fine weapon there partner. You sure as hell take good care of it."

11:46 Corporal_Wayne_Reese: Wayne turned around and smiled. "Corporal Wayne Reece from Aldershot," he said, putting his own hand out and shaking the man's hand. "For reference, Aldershot is a huge army town with about six civilians in the middle of nowhere... and unlike Texas we never get sun, horses or oil..."

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"And thank you, I make sure I look after it, I'm sure you look after yours as well." He picked up his pack and nodded towards a field. "Tent set up over there, Sergeant."

"Couple of questions, just to make sure we get off on the right footing, never worked with Americans before, do you prefer Sergeant, or is Sarge okay... If we're billeted together, then I suggest I cook the MRE's, and you make the coffee, because frankly I don't want you spitting British coffee out insulting my ancestors and frankly the one time I did go to the USA on holiday to Vegas your coffee fucking rocks, and third and finally, I'm here to fucking win any shooting competition, and I think you probably feel the same... may the best man win. Just putting it out there... I'm competitive."

As he walked across the field he dropped his pack on the ground and started to work on putting the tent up.

"My current girlfriend says that I love my rifle more than I love her," the brit smiled. "She's wrong you know, I love it more than I love anyone... she's not an exception." He gave a large grin. "I'll put the tent up, Sarge, if you start making a brew."

13:09 Sergeant_Bill_McKaine: Bill grinned warmly as the British sniper greeted him. He could say one thing for these Royal Marines, they were well organized. Bill was impressed.

Bill followed Wayne over to the field where they would be setting up their camp.

Bill laughed as he unshouldered his pack at their campsite, opening the top and taking out his gear. Everything was packed precisely, so that the kit he needed first was on top. He took out his camp mess kit, with the small aluminum kettle. He set up the small campstove, and began to reply. He was certain he was going to like Wayne.

"Sarge will suit me just fine, Corporal. And when it comes to the brew, I got you covered." He held up his small packet of coffee with a cheeky grin. "You must be some kind of mind reader. Seems a fair trade to me, coffee for a tent. I was fucking terrified I'd have to drink tea over here, so I brought my own stash. Now, no offense, but tea, well, it's not my cup of tea, if you catch my drift. Black and strong is how I like my brew."

Then, as the Corporal starts setting up the tent, the Sarge gets the brew on and ready to go.

Chuckling at Wayne's boast, he replied in his Texas drawl, "Sonnn, I'm from fuckin' Texas. I was born with a rifle in my hand, and my Pa learned me to shoot sitting on his knee. Our women are born understanding that our rifles come first, and they come second. Don't take it too hard when I win the shooting competition. Not your fault you ain't from Texas." He finishes boiling the water, and mixes up a coffee for the Corporal. Yeah, these Brits were all right. They were good folks. This was gonna be as good as a holiday.

13:09 Corporal_Max_Thompson: Well fuck, who the hell put a bee in the Lt.'s bonnet? Maybe he got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. The big farm boy from Iowa dismissed the problem right away though. Wasn't his problem. He had orders, time to go hunt down his counterpart. An armourer, huh? Well that suited him just fine. He could talk shop all day long with a fellow gun nut.

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Now, how to find him. He strode over to the squad of Royal Marines as they hefted their packs. He saw Bill heading off with their sniper. He looked over the others, and saw what he was looking for. There, the man with a toolkit hanging off the side of his pack. Well fuck, could have been a twin of the one strapped to his own pack.

He grinned, his bearded face breaking out into a wide smile. He was a big boy, packing some heavy farm boy muscle as he strode up to his counterpart and held out his hand, "Corporal Max Thompson here. I take it you are the Armorer I was sent to tent up with."

"I've got us a site all picked out and ready to go. I spotted it on the way in. This country here, it's not so different from Iowa where I grew up. Broad, flat, full of scrub. You always want to pitch your tent in a hollow, so the wind don't play havoc with your fire. And of course, it'll make it easier for me to show you the proper technique to take an American firearm apart. I brought plenty for you to practice on." He patted his pack, grinning good-naturedly at the British armorer.

He was sure they'd be competing to see who could disassemble a malfunctioning rifle, identify the malfunction, correct it, and reassemble the fastest. And he meant to do his squad proud. He was an Army Ranger after all.

But what excited him most was the chance to talk shop with his counterpart. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the British firearms, especially the new one they were introducing, the Colt C7.

14:06 Corporal_Wayne_Reese: Wayne slammed the mallet down onto a tent peg and looked up laughing. "You know what I think. If I beat you, then I beat a US Army Ranger Sergeant, I get to be fucking proud of myself, and then we go down somewhere quiet and I show you the technique I used to beat you. Then we have a beer."

"If you win, then hopefully you'll return the favour, and I get to learn something new, and then we have a beer."

"Honestly sarge, this is a no lose situation for me, unless you're an asshole who just wants to brag about winning, and honestly, you don't seem the type."

"Now... if you're coffee is shite mind, then we have a problem and I'll be requesting a new bunkmate."

He was competitive, but he never worried about winning or losing, he was better than most people, that was fine for him. And he liked the atmosphere of the army, the comradeship, the banter, the beers, he at least thought the yank was someone he could get along with and that made life easier.

13:09 Sergeant_Tommy_Morgan: The big welshman had just picked up a large pack of equipment, but put it down to shake his hand. "Sergeant Thomas Morgan, you can call me Sarge, Thomas, Tommy, Morgan, Oi You, FuckFace, I answer you pretty much any of them."

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He looked the guy up and down and shook his head. "Fuck, here's a question, do you guys fucking live in the gym . I swear, I can smell protein powder the moment we got out of your truck. Honestly... my issue is fucking pizza, can't get enough of the stuff, our chef is fucking amazing at them, but ... fucking calories like."

"I'll take your suggestions for camping, makes perfect sense... the billets don't... no offense, but normally we get with our own rank.. Mainly so we can make fun of all the Corporals." But his smile indicates that he's doing it in good humour.

He indicated the weapons in the truck behind him. "You brought spares to practice on... love an organised guy..." The welshman shouted over to another marine. "PRIVATE.. Unload the truck, we'll be back in 20."

He turned back to the Corporal. "I hope you don't mind talking shop a lot, a load of these lads just pick up a gun and use it, yeah they strip it, but they don't know what half the shit does - just know it works." There was a few manuals on top of the crate. "I tend to stay up late and keep up to date on the latest news... brought any US armour magazines by any chance," he said really hopefully. "We could swap."

He was a good hearted welshman, not the most muscled, but powerfully built, he was obviously not muscled in the right way for lots of fighting, but for carrying a lot of heavy objects. He lifted the heavy tool pack from the truck easily with one hand and the large tent container with another.

"I'll let you set the tent up Corporal, and I'll build a fire, I used to do a lot of camping in the west of Wales, so I'm used to it. What's your opinion on Bacon, Tea and Pizza?"

13:09 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul saluted the sergeant who had asked him to unload the truck and he started to do that, he was 18, the youngest guy that had been sent out here. He was a replacement for a Corporal who had pulled a hamstring the night before and they needed a replacement, he was top of his graduating class from Commando school and he did quite a bit of social media for the Royal Marines - doing tiktok's and instagram pictures to boost morale, and get more recruitment. He was also a member of the Unarmed combat demonstration team that went around doing demos of Royal Marine unarmed combat.... but for the rest of the time he did what he was told and unloaded boxes. All the other marines were going off with their people, and he was here unloading a truck.

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14:59 Corporal_Max_Thompson: Max laughed at Sergeant Tommy Morgan as they made their way to the campsite.

"Sarge, if you grew up in Iowa on a farm, getting up every day at 4 in the fucking morning to shovel cow shit and lug around bales of hay, you'd have muscles like these too. Believe me though, it ain't worth the bother. It don't help you take a rifle apart."

Almost at once, Max could feel that easy camaraderie start to spring up between him and the big Welshman. And his eyes started to light up when the Sarge mentioned talking shop. Max was in heaven, this was totally his jam.

He grinned as he lead the way to the small hollow he'd spotted. When they arrived, the Corporal took the tent from the Welsh Sergeant and quickly and rapidly unpacked the kit, starting to erect the tent as Tommy started the fire.

Talking rapidly the entire time, he gestured over at his pack, "The man asks if I brought US Armor Magazines?" He laughs, "Oh hell yes Sarge. You show me yours, and I'll show you mine!"

Working rapidly, he spread out the canvas, selecting and assembling the poles with smooth practiced motions, continuing to talk, "My opinion on Bacon and Pizza is more please. I mean, how can a man ever get enough of either? You put me in front of a line up with Bacon, Pizza, and my girl, and I'll be hard torn to choose between the Bacon and the Pizza. The only thing that can compete with Bacon or Pizza is an M4."

He continued working, "Which, by the way, I brought some for you to play with. So long as I get a crack at your boys C7. As for tea, well I mean, do I have to? I'm more of a beer man myself, to be honest. I've been told that you Brits know your way around a pint or two." He grinned.

14:59 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger headed over towards the clustered group of Royal Marines. His counterpart... Now who the fuck would that be? He was an Army grunt. Sure, he'd been through Ranger school, had all the training, but he hadn't a specialty like the others, except to fire a gun at whoever the fuck his CO told him to fire at. He could wield a knife, and he was pretty damn good at hand to hand, but at 20 years old he was pretty content to just figure things out as he went along.

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He loved army life, even though he was the bottom of the totem pole, and had to take all the crap from everyone else, he took it grinning, and never minded it. In some ways, it was easier this way. Just do what you are fucking told, and don't stress about shit.

Then, he spied the man unloading crates of supplies. Well, that was his counterpart all right. Privates always get to do the shitty jobs. Roger strode right up, and without a word, started helping the man unload the truck. He grunted out in between lifting boxes, "I suspect we are billeting together. I'm Private Roger Travers. A pleasure to meet ya. As you can tell, I'm not from around these parts." He grinned, hefting another box from the truck. "Originally, I'm from Oregon. But lately, I'm from wherever the fuck my CO tells me to go to next. Please tell me you don't snore. I can put up with ANYTHING, seriously, anything at all, but that."

15:22 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul put the box down and took a heavy breath and smiled as he looked up. "Marine Paul Collins... all the privates that have been through Commando training get called Marine rather than Private. Do you prefer Roger, Travers or Private. You can have what you want. I tend to answer to Marine, Private or 'get over here'."

"I have no idea where Oregon is ... sounds like some science fiction place... failed geography at school really, and maths... mostly English as well... but not here to talk about me."

He looked the other guy up and down. "I don't snore, no-one's ever mentioned it anyway," he went up and onto the truck and to the back and picked up another box and headed back down to the front of the truck. "At least they stuck us together, I was worried I'd be with one of your sergeant's or something, I'd be scared to lie down, take my uniform off, breathe or anything like that without them looking at me with those scary eyes."

"Hey... do you mind if I take a picture with you, I do a lot of social stuff for the Marines, gets people knowing we're human like." He pulled out his phone. "No problem if you can't like.. But I do a tonne of them, Marines' happy that it shows a good side off like."

"Oh yeah.. sorry I'm from Liverpool, we talk alot, sorry if that bothers you." This guy was fit as fuck as I smile, definitely wanted a selfie for my followers with him, they'd all be fucking jealous.

"I wasn't meant to be here, one of the other guys injured his leg the other night so they picked up the first Commando who was on base I think."

He jumped up and got the last two boxes with Roger and stacked them outside. "Thanks for the help mate... sorry... what is it you lot say 'buddy'." He smiled broadly.

15:22 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: The guy has already set the tent up by the time Patrick arrived, he'd been delayed by the fact he'd been in the middle of arresting two people in Newcastle when he should have already been in Scotland, but these were the life of a Military Policeman.

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The Lieutenant had directed him to a tent and he went inside, taking stock of which side of the tent had no stuff on it and dropped his pack there. He put his hand out, "Colour Sergeant Patrick O'Mally," said the Irishman with a massively broad Irish Accent. "Royal Military Police, attached to 42 Commando Brigade, but I'm a trained Commando, not here to go light on you guys."

He was a trained hunter, tracker, sniper if necessary, his job was to find people and contain them should it be necessary. He also was used to getting in and out of places to scout them.

He was the only one of the commando's with stubble, and apart from the Lieutenant the highest ranking soldier.

"I didn't get here in time due to my job to get the tent up," he pulled out a half bottle of whiskey from his combat jacket and tossed it on his counterpart's bunk. "This is to apologize for you doing all the fucking donkey work yourself. It's also the only apology I'll give you this training session, so make the most of it."

16:41 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger laughs as 'Marine Paul Collins' introduces himself. He's a likable guy, Roger can tell right off the bat. Young though, younger than himself even, and that's saying something.

Roger sidles up next to the young Marine. He's pretty cute, to be fair, wouldn't mind taking a picture with him, or other things. Roger always did have a bit of an eye for his fellow soldiers, of the male persuasion. He pretty much kept it to himself, but he was pretty easygoing about it overall. Oregonians didn't really think it was as much of a big deal as those inbred rednecks from the south.

As Roger gave a hanging loose hand sign for the photo, he chuckled into Paul's ear, "The key to deal with Sergeants is just to fucking do what they tell you and keep your mouth shut."

"You haven't heard a dude talk nonstop till you've been in Portland on a Friday night, let me tell you Paul. C'mon, 'mate'" He laughed as he tried out the strange word, giving Paul a friendly shove on the shoulder, "Let's go pick a site and get our tent up."

16:41 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips:
Timothy headed off as soon as the Lt called his name. He strode off towards the milling group of Royal Marines, scanning the group. By this time, there was no one around except a private who clearly was meant for Roger.

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Timothy shrugged. He headed off and picked a spot that gave him a good view of the sunrise. He was a huge fan of sunrises. He got the tent and campsite all arranged, then went into the tent and did a few stretches to get himself limbered up after the travel. Timothy was a close combat specialist, and when he wasn't on a mission, he conducted training courses at the Ranger School in knife fighting and hand to hand combat. He never boasted, he never needed to. He was a quiet, thoughtful man, but when the situation called for it, he reacted with sudden and savage violence without missing a beat.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, before the flap of his tent opened.

Timothy regarded the stunningly handsome, stubbled Irishman that entered. His counterpart was a big man, fit, hard, and carried himself with grizzled confidence. Timothy approved. Timothy grabbed his hand, and shook it firmly. "Sergeant First Class Timothy Phillips. If I remember my studies correctly, that makes us equal in rank. I'm trained to never go light on anyone. Hard knocks make for deep learning." Timothy, from Chicago, spoke with a notable accent.

Timothy's eyes followed that half bottle of whiskey with a gleam, and for the first time, he broke out into a half grin. He picked it up with reverence, noting the brand, Jameson, with a low whistle. "Mate, who cares about a fucking apology when you come bearing the nectar of the gods? Hot damn." He popped the cap off, and took a swig, grinning as he handed the bottle over to Patrick.

15:22 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul laughed. “Too right. That’s why I didn’t want to be billeted with the sergeant. Even worse the colour sergeant. You know what military police guys are like.”

He picked up the tent and looked at Roger. “Let’s see how many of my followers think you’re hot stuff. Sure you’d be able to get as many girls… or whatever… as you want in Britain.”

15:22 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: “Learning is what a load of these guys need,” the Irishman said. “I just got finished locking someone up for being drunk and assaulting a civilian in town “

“Yeah I find making friends is better to get stuff done.” He smiled and sat on his bunk. “Although I will kick your ass. But you think the same.”

17:25 Corporal_Luke_Walker: I’m already setting the tent up by the time the Lieutenants stop arguing and I salute as the lieutenant from the rangers comes over.

“Corporal Luke Walker,” I say standing to attention. I’m huge. A bodybuilder. Next to the tent is a light machine gun, a rifle, a bag of what looks like swords and some massive body armour.

09:56 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I shove down my irritation at Lieutenant Adam. I wasn't about to let his being a total asshole drag down this whole joint exercise. If I was going to be billeted with a Corporal, then I'd make the best of it, in the interests of international diplomacy if nothing else. It's not that I was particularly rank conscious, I mean, Mark was a Sgt, but I could fucking care less.

No, it was the implied insult that really rankled me, got under my skin. What was with the Lieutenant's attitude?

I scanned the scrubby field as I walked, seeking out my 'partner'. I could see a fair amount of good humor and laughter from the other men as they had all found their counterparts without any difficulty. That put me somewhat at ease. Then, I spotted a lone tent, off to the side.

Then my eyes catch sight of the lone man setting up the tent.

He was ... massive. Even through his Royal Marine uniform, there was no disguising how much muscle he was packing. Holy shit. And covered nearly head to toe in tattoos, to judge by what I could see around his neck and his thick-muscled wrists that were shown from beneath the sleeves of his top. He had a hard, hard look to him. It's all together possible that he matched or exceeded my own 250 of solid muscle. Suddenly, I was far less disappointed in my pairing than I was at first. He looked interesting.

I walked up briskly, as he snapped off a sharp salute. I returned his salute, snapping it off with practiced formality, "At ease, Corporal."

I look around the campsite, nodding appreciatively at the attention to detail and organization. Then, I examine the machine gun, the rifle and the huge bag, bulging oddly, swords? I shrug off my own pack, and rapidly begin unloading the contents, arranging them in the tent. My assault rifle is strapped to a loop on the side of my pack.

I ask, "What's in the bag there Corporal? Are those swords?"

10:38 Corporal_Luke_Walker: I look at him, I had expected someone a lot softer, with him being an officer, but he wasn't too bad, not as muscled as I was, but still very muscled and bulging in his uniform.

"Yes, sir."

"I find that you kill with whatever's to hand, but you'd be surprised how often hand to hand combat comes down to knife fighting. You know the saying of don't bring a knife to a gunfight? I believe in not bringing a knife to a knife fight, a knife can only deal with one person at a time, swords can deal with more.

"I don't believe in giving people time to have a long drawn out fight."

I look at him organising things. "Leave that, sir, I can get that done for you." I take off my jacket and place it on the end of my bed showing off a massive chest in my t - shirt with the tattoo's going up and down both arms.

I wasn't particularly happy being in the same tent as ANYONE let alone an American Officer, but you had to make the best of it, and making sure he was out of the tent most of the time would be the best way, despite his fit looks. I had no idea why I'd been put into this tent with him, I just assumed my lieutenant had a reason, probably to punish me for something.

I continued sorting out my weaponry, leaving them neatly out of their containers, ready for use whenever that was required.

11:15 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I listen to the Corporal when he confirms my suspicions about the contents of the bag. I don't entirely buy his logic... I'd rather bring an assault rifle to a knife fight over a sword. Combat knives are useful because of their portability. But ... I saw his point. I'd been in my fair share of knife fights... and if you did happen to have a sword and your opponent only had a knife, well happy days.

He takes off his jacket, offering to organize stuff. Holy fuck... he's even more impressive in his t-shirt. I can match him for sheer bulk, but not for definition. The man is clearly a dedicated bodybuilder. My cock twitches.

But it's obvious that he's not entirely comfortable in my company, so I don't press the issue. I stepped back outside. The light was starting to fade, but there was still enough to check out the schedule for tomorrow's kick off. My eyebrows raised as I looked it over. Well, well.

Novel. It looked like the five teams would be engaging in a capture the flag exercise. The flag would be hidden somewhere within a 200 square meter zone. The team that found the flag and returned it back to camp first would win. Of course, the team that found it would have to fight to keep it in their possession.

We were all going to be issued a military-grade taser, but no other weapons, other than our fists and feet of course. This was going to be a fucking scrum.

I began to feel a sense of anticipation. This was going to be fun. And for once, the higher ups came up with a good idea. This would be a great way to build American-British camaraderie and cooperation, since every team would have one Ranger and one Marine. The exercise was due to start early, with a wake up call and a formal explanation of the rules to occur at 4am.

Well, tomorrow I guess we'd see exactly what Corporal Luke Walker was capable of.

The individual competitions began the day after tomorrow, shooting competition, weapon troubleshooting, hand to hand combat, scouting. This wasn't work. This was a fucking holiday. I grunted. The sun was setting now, and it was getting late, it must be about 8:30pm or so.

I checked the sheet again, one of my duties was to brief the men on the exercise. I figured I'd wait until tomorrow morning for the full details, but I'd let the men know that the wake up call would be 4am. I stood by the campfire, took a deep breath, and bellowed out in my loudest parade voice, "LISTEN UP MEN. WAKE UP CALL IS 4AM SHARP, FOLLOWED BY A BRIEFING ON TOMORROW'S EXERCISE." My duties complete, I headed into the tent for some shut eye and an early start.

I never needed an alarm myself. Over the years, I've learned to simply tell myself what time I need to get up before I fall asleep. Never fails.

12:01 Corporal_Luke_Walker: The officer hadn't really liked the swords, well it didn't really matter what he liked and what he didn't, he was American, but the fact that the swords had been useful in Afghanistan, in general bullets were better, by far, but sometimes you needed to be silent, and a massive metal sword can do a tonne of damage.

It was starting to get dark, so I pulled out a small lantern light and placed it on a box next to the bunk as I took off my trousers and t-shirt and started to shine my boots, I found it relaxing and it helped me to wind down from the day, getting the kit ready for the morning.

I'd served with Americans before, the last time was in Helmand Province, I could never understand the US desire to sleep in a t-shirt and underwear, the Royal Marines are instructed to sleep naked, as it was ultimately more hygenic, at least that's what they said - but since basic training that's how it's been for the royal marines, and the yank can stuff it.

I continue cleaning the boots, wondering why I'm even here. I got pulled off a large deployment in Syria to come and do this training exercise, no-one had even mentioned it or discussed it before the last few days. I know the Marine was a last minute replacement, but that was for a guy who had pulled his hamstring on the obstacle course, and was a genuine injury - it seems I'd just been added onto the roster.

Now, I'm proud of being here. Happy to show up for the marines at any time, but normally they let you know you've been selected so you can get ready - this was unusual, I despair sometimes at officer's decision making.

The boots were starting to shine up nicely now after the mud outside, and yes the moment I put them on and went outside, they'd mess up again, but that wasn't the point.

The officer came back in and I looked up, automatically already nearly standing to attention, but I relaxed back down as I continued with the boots. The officer's side of the bunk had been unpacked neatly and everything laid out, he was if nothing a very good soldier, doing his tasks efficiently.

"If you don't mind me asking, sir, would you rather I went and slept outside, can sleep in the truck, done that many times before.. Just doesn't seem right being in with an officer."

15:22 Colour_Sergeant_Patrick_O’Mally: Patrick lays out his uniform for the next day at the end of the bed and put a secure satphone on a box next to the bed. "Apologies if this wakes you up, I'm on call."

There was something around his tone of voice which indicated that wasn't entirely the truth, but he didn't offer any more information and unlike the other Marines' he was with, he wasn't taking his clothes off to sleep, he was still wearing shorts and a MP T-Shirt.

15:22 Marine_Paul_Collins: It was getting dark, as Collins listened to the American shouting and he nodded. He did set an alarm for around an hour before the time the officer had given, he knew a lot of the older marines were used to waking up almost on command, but he wasn't.

The mobile phone signal here was shite and videos were taking so long to upload, so he was chatting with a few of his followers before he made sure his uniform was ready for tomorrow, and took the rest of his clothes off and got into the sleeping bag on top of the camp bed.

"You killed anyone yet?" Paul asked looking up at the tent top. "I've not ever been deployed anywhere. Some of these lads have been on five or six deployments. I've never left the UK yet. I just do a lot of the unarmed combat demonstrations around the country, you know show the families a happy smiling face of the Royal Marines. I was meant to be here for the unarmed combat part of the event, but I got here and found Corporal Walker here... he's the guy that looks like he raided the steroid warehouse and just mainlined it. He's like ... I do demonstrations, he's actually done stuff, and ... wow I mean... he could bench press me with one arm."

14:06 Corporal_Wayne_Reese: Wayne sat naked on the side of his bunk cleaning his sniper rifle as he chatted to Bill. "The thing about being a sniper, is that most of the time in the field, I don't get involved in much, I'm so far away from the action. My former girlfriend said that being a sniper was basically not even being a soldier, and I'd never be in any danger."

He looked up at Bill ."You can see why it's former girlfriend, Sarge."

"What's your longest kill shot... not trying to outdo you... purely professional curiosity."

13:09 Sergeant_Tommy_Morgan: Tommy had rigged up some electric lights in the tent plugging them into a small portable power supply as he happily chatted with Corporal Thompson, as the quartermaster for the unit he'd pulled out a couple of crates and placed them outside, and had reheated a couple of slices of frozen pizza on a portable stove. "Honestly they're happy with MRE's... I pack the truck. I decide what goes in and what doesn't."

"If you like pineapple on your pizza, you drop and give me 20 right now," he joked as he passed over a slide of pepperoni.

He sat back happily flicking through one of Max's booklets that they'd swapped. "You married or anything? Got kids... I've got two young ones, two lads... one wants to join the air force... and my wife refused to let me dangle him from the roof until he decided he didn't want to fly any more. Can't understand why."

"The other one, my absolute pride and joy, mechano, lego, whatever, he just loves building things, takes after me, he's only nine like... but I've got big hopes that I'll still be serving when he joins up."

13:18 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I step back into the tent, confronted by the sight of Corporal Luke Walker in his birthday suit. I'd heard that the Royal Marines always slept in the nude. He was studiously sitting on his bunk shining his boots. I'll give him this, he was a good soldier. Professional, organized, tidy. Casually, in an indifferent glance, I took in the utter perfection of his body and his package, nestled between his legs as he sat polishing his boots.

He was heavily tattooed, his body was carved from marble, with a power and perfection that would put a Greek god to shame. Everything about him, from his meticulous unpacking and arranging of the tent, to his dour, serious manner, to the cast of his face, to the sheer power of his body spoke of just how hard this man was. And I was drawn to hard men. I felt the rising desire to fuck this hot bastard start to clench my guts.

But I was a professional. A Lieutenant in the Army Rangers. A member of the best, the most professional special forces regiment in the world. I didn't let so much as one sliver of my attraction affect my reactions.

I answered his question casually, "No, Corporal, stay put. I don't bite. We are going to have to be working together closely tomorrow, so you might as well get used to being around me."as I began to strip off my gear, folding my jacket neatly, inspecting my own boots. They were scuffed, and could do with a polish themselves. Inwardly, I shrugged telling myself, "when in Rome..."

As though I always slept in the nude with a strange man (which, to be fair I had done plenty of times, though usually in the same bed, not a different one), I pull off my olive-green t-shirt, revealing my own powerful physique, thick heavy, hard muscled pecs, enormous arms, and my own combat-forged eight pack abs armoring up my thick, powerful core.

I slide out of my trousers and skivies, willing my cock to stay soft by sheer will power. I fold up all my gear and stow it neatly, as I follow suit and polish my boots, content to sit naked on the edge of my cot in silence along with this hard-ass hot as fuck Royal Marine tattooed body builder.

16:41 Sergeant_First_Class_Timothy_Phillips: I take a final swig of the whiskey, and put it down, replying to Patrick, "Well, I think the only way to see who kicks who's ass is to throw down, mate. I'm looking forward to it. You carry yourself like a man who knows a thing or two about the ancient art of ass kicking. I'll consider it an honor to test myself against you." He raises the whiskey in salute, then stows it.

Lt. Armstrong's voice bellows out across the camp, and quickly Timothy lays out his uniform for the morning. Stripping down to his skivvies and a t-shirt, the well-muscled fighting instructor gets into his cot. He looks over at the handsome Irishman, curious about the secure sat phone. He wasn't a Sergeant First Class for nothing, and his instincts were well honed when it came to reading people. He didn't strip naked like the other Marines either...

This big strapping Irishman was hiding something, but whatever it was, it wasn't Timothy's business. He let himself drift off to sleep, wondering what the morning would bring.

15:22 Private_Roger_Travers: The young, handsome Oregonian laughed at Paul's comment about getting followers. And especially about the ... or whatever. Roger winked at Paul after that line. "Yeah, I'll take the whatever." He was pretty casual about it.

Later, after the tent was all set up, and the Lieutenant had bellowed at them, and everything was ready for tomorrow, Roger took a long admiring glance over at the cute Royal Marine as the handsome 18 year old crawled into his covers. He chuckled softly. The best things in life were free.

He settled back into his sleeping bag, wearing a t-shirt and skivvies himself, just about to drift off as Paul played on his phone, when Paul's chatter came out of the night.

He nodded grimly, "Yeah, I've killed a few. Been on deployment the last few weeks, and some of it was pretty grim. Can't talk about it though. You know how it goes. Killed my first man just three weeks ago. The CO, that's Lieutenant David Armstrong, took me aside afterwards and made sure I was okay about it." Clearly, Roger wanted to change the subject, so latched onto another piece of Paul's stream of consciousness. "Yeah, I saw that dude, the one with all the tats? Holy fuck he looks brutally hard. You can believe a man like that has racked up some kills. And I thought our Squad was loaded with all kinds of freaky muscle. I've seen Lieutenant David with his shirt off before, and fuck me, the dude is built like a tank, all muscle."

16:41 Sergeant_Bill_McKaine: Bill laughs loud and hard as the Corporal lays out his philosophy about win or lose, there are no losers, "Partner, you got your head screwed on straight, and don't worry, this coffee is worth it's weight in gold."

Later on, after the Lt. had bellowed out the news regarding 4am, Bill sat on his bunk, naked along with the Corporal, companionably polishing his sniper rifle. Bill was an old hand, and he had no hangups about hanging out naked with another man. He was always one to go with the flow.

The Texan nodded, "Yeah, the way I like to put it, being a sniper is 1 second of utter adrenaline surrounded by stillness. But that 1 second counts for all the marbles. Makes the difference between one of your brothers living or dying. My wife, she has better sense than to make an ass of herself like that. Hope you found a better girl."

Bill meticulously cleaned the range finder as he considered Wayne's question, "Well, let's see, I was up on a ridgeline, when our targets entered the valley below. The day was clear as crystal, and you could see for miles. I lined up my shot, went into the zone, and felt that special zing in my gut that tells me I've got it all lined up. I fired, and put the bullet right through my mark's skull. Best shot I've ever had. I calculated the distance after, it was 1,250 yards."

14:59 Corporal_Max_Thompson: Max laughed, "Sarge, I'm from Iowa, out there, if you mention pineapples, folks are gonna think you are talking about grenades. Shucks, I never even saw a pineapple for real until I left on my first deployment. You couldn't pay me to put that thing near my mouth."

He munched on the pizza with obvious delight, thinking that he'd scored big time, falling in with the quartermaster as well as the local mechanic. Heaven.

Max was devouring the instruction booklet for the Colt C7 just as greedily as he was the pizza, having swapped with Tommy. He looked up, swallowing a bit of pizza as he heard Max start to tell him about his kids. He grinned, "Damn, I hope I have a son who wants to follow in my footsteps someday."

"No, not married yet, but I have a girl back in Iowa, and we're engaged. We've worked it all out, next time I get leave, we are gonna get married. Life's too short to put it off, especially in our line of work."

13:58 Sergeant_Tommy_Morgan: "That's why I got married at 19, Corporal, life's too short... less so probably for me, I don't tend to go on the front lines very much - don't get me wrong... I can fight. Standard SA80 assault rifle for me... but I make sure everyone else can fight, I get them what they need, and make sure nothing jams, that armour works just fine."

"You put a ring on that girl's finger Corporal, get yourself some married quarters and take the fun and good times while you can." He laughed. "We better get to sleep, I'd keep talking all night, glad I got put up with someone who knows about these things."

"If we get some time tomorrow night, lets get a Colt C7 out and i'll show you what the baby looks like."

14:59 Corporal_Wayne_Reese: "I sure did... she's a nurse, so she understands being away with work, coming in at 4am, going out at 5am. Now she's not perfect, and I don't think she'll be 'the one'... but she's fun, she's easy to get on with, and she understands public service."

"You can win this one, mine is just over 1000 yards, 1076 to be precise, it was in Afghanistan. I can't give a lot of the details, you know what it's like, I'm proud of it because the shot I made had to be done into a room where one enemy combatant and one british soldier who was being held hostage, and they were both next to each other in the line of sight. In the couple of seconds between firing and it landing, I don't think I breathed at all, I don't think my heart moved one single beat. Probably one of the few times I've been terrified when firing, because my spotter... if I'd missed, he'd have seen one of us with their brains everywhere."

"That's my best shot. Also my most terrifying."

15:22 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul sighed and got out of bed and moved and sat on the side of the camp bed and looked at Roger. "Fuck... okay.... yeah I can see you not wanting to talk about it."

"I don't really like that level of muscle, I mean can you imagine being in bed with Corporal Walker... you'd look like a pancake in the morning." He smiled broadly in the half light of his phone. "You're good looking as well, you know that."

"Yeah Corporal Walker is tough, he was in the background of one of my barracks videos a few weeks ago. He didn't mind, he's not got a sense of humour really though, didn't want to take part in the Tik Tok dance me and the Marine's were doing."

Paul passed his phone over showing a video in the barracks with Paul and three other young soldiers dancing in the barracks - Corporal Walker is in the background, top off cleaning his assault rifle, showing his body completely covered in tattoos. "They say he killed four Taliban members with just a knife. If you scroll down you can see the comments, everyone loves how he looks."

Paul looked at Roger, "I heard what you said before... I could get you a preferential rate of ten dollars a month on my only fans... I think you'd like it." He winked.

15:23 Corporal_Luke_Walker: I look up at the officer and he's got a massively fit body. I don't talk about what I like in the bedroom. I like pretty much anything, male or female. There's a couple of hard and fast rules though. No other Royal Marines. Ever. That shit doesn't work and ruins camaraderie. I don't talk about the women or men I sleep with in barracks. I go on leave. Do what I need to. Don't brag. Doesn't work.

I can't help glancing at his muscles though, this guy could give me a run for my money, although he obviously just works out, he doesn't actually go the extra mile to have this level of definition.. probably cause he's an officer and doesn't have that level of commitment.

"No offense, sir, but I don't think I'll ever get used to having officers around."

But I need to try, be polite Luke... I mutter in my head. "Looks like you hit the gym.. 654 lb bench press is my maximum. What about you, sir?"

"Aren't officers normally more about paperwork than being in the gym." my cock was about seven inches and wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either right now as I cleaned my boots.

"Also, sir, I can do your boots if you want, I don't mind." He smiled slightly. "I want yours to be really shiny sir if we're on the same team in the capture the flag when we're destroying all the other teams."

15:10 Sergeant_Bill_McKaine: Bill listened to the Corporal describe his own best shot, appreciating the difficulty involved in firing into a building at that kind of distance.

Bill whistled, appreciating the skill required to pull that off. "Damn, son, that's a helluva shot. You are gonna give me a run for my money with skills like that. Into a fucking building with a friendly and a mark side by side? Fuck me with a duck, that's some fine shooting."

Bill looked over, putting the finishing touches on his sniper rifle. "I think we better think about tucking in for the night partner, got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

15:10 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger grinned as Paul got up and sat on the bed next to him. The young Marine wasn't a body builder, but he was a Royal Marine, and that meant he was fit. Roger liked his build, natural and strong. His cock started to stiffen.

He took the phone from Paul and looked at the video with Corporal Walker. He stared at the man's incredible physique, covered in tattoos. He muttered, "Fuck... He must live in the gym. How does he keep himself looking like that when he's on deployments? He looks like the kind of badass that kills four dudes before breakfast just to sharpen his appetite." Then, he handed the phone back to Paul, and scooted over, turning on his side, creating a Paul shaped spot right next to him.

"Well, I might consider signing up as one of your fans... if I get a chance to sample the goods beforehand." He chuckled, opening up his sleeping bag just enough to let Paul see his very stiff erection, as he had surreptitiously removed his skivvies under the sleeping bag. "After all Marine, the bigwigs are telling us this exercise is supposed to foster some international cooperation and team work... So, I figure you crawling in the sack with me is just us following orders, right?"

15:10 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I'm quite content to sit on the edge of the cot, naked and polish my boots in silence alongside this hard-muscled Marine, but I guess the Corporal feels the need to talk.

I chuckle at his mention of how he'll never get used to officers.

But I can tell he's trying to be polite when he mentions the gym. I whistle, not afraid to show him my appreciation. "Not bad Corporal, not bad at all. I bench 625, so you got me beat there. See, I might be an officer, but in the Rangers, the Officers are expected to lead their men from the front, not the rear. I'm out there, in the field, alongside my men, and I lead by example. I make it a point never to ask my men to do something I'm not prepared to do myself. And I still find time to do the paperwork." I grin over at him, my eyes glancing once at his cock. Shit. He was sporting a semi. Interesting. Still, he was a Corporal and I was a Lieutenant. Even if there was some chemistry... well hell, I'd fucked Mark, hadn't I? That had been different though, but ... not very. Well, I'd keep my options open, but I wasn't gonna press the issue. I sure as fuck would love to take that hard-ass Royal Marine for a test drive. He ticked all my boxes.

I keep polishing my boots, "You implying that I don't keep my kit in order, Corporal? I started shining boots before you even entered secondary school." I do let my cock sport a bit of a semi though. Damn, he was a hot man.

15:23 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul smiled as he put the phone down and climbed in, it didn't take much to get his cock hard as he zipped the sleeping bag closed around the two of them and running his hand down to the American's cock and putting his hand around it.

"Yes, I can just say that I was co-operating, and getting to know you a lot better," Paul smiled broadly he leant forward and kissed Roger gently, he wasn't anywhere near as rough as a lot of lads, but he had a tonne of confidence, his seven inch cock hard next to the Private's.

"Lets never tell Walker we started doing this after looking at him half naked... right.. .ever..." He leant in and kissed Roger again, this was more Paul's type anyway. "4am wake up call, we'd better be quick about it."

15:10 Corporal_Luke_Walker: I smile broadly. "Did you, fine, that just makes you old, sir." I look and see the cock of the officer getting a semi erection as we're talking. My own cock had done the same.

I wonder if this is why Lieutenant Perez has enquired about my sexual orientation. Maybe he didn't want to pair up a gay American with a straight marine. I'd answered Perez of course, I didn't go into details, just said 'bisexual' and moved on.

I look at the cock and back up to the lieutenant. "You thinking about someone in particular, sir." I nod to his cock. "Or does shining your boots get you hard, sir."

15:38 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger grinned, and shouted inside his head, SCORE, as the handsome, strong young Marine crawled into his sleeping bag with him.

He kissed Paul back, chuckling at the nonstop stream of consciousness pouring out of the fit young good looking Marine. Roger's own 6 1/2 at full mast already, as the horny young Army Ranger wraps his arms around Paul's fit body and pulls him in closer,

"Don't worry mate, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell." He chuckled, reached down and grabbed Paul's nicely proportioned 7". He started stroking the Marine's cock as he leaned in and kissed Paul, a bit more seriously this time. The Marine was very cute, and it felt great to kiss him. "Don't worry, this won't take long at all. Not with a hot Marine social media star to get my balls boiling."

15:38 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I look over at the Corporal, my eyes twinkling a bit with suppressed mirth, "Was that a joke, Corporal?"

Then, I catch his eyes as they stray down to my semi-hard dick, then back to my face. I grin at his question. Well, it was in the open now. "You tell me Corporal." I look down at his own semi hard cock. My own cock was starting to stiffen further now, couldn't really be qualified as a semi anymore.

"The shine on my boots making you hard? Or something else?" I grin, giving him a blatant once over, not hiding it, checking out his fine body with an appreciative look in my eye, my cock getting stiffer as I do.

15:49 Marine_Paul_Collins: "I kiss and tell... but not to the guys in the military..." he says between kisses. "I'll show you the videos at some point if we get some time alone. I wasn't joking about having an only fans... the marines just don't know."

The bed was difficult for two people to be on, luckily neither of them were overly muscled, just very toned. Paul ran his hand down to the ranger's balls and started playing with them. His cock was already twitching as he kissed back, he couldn't see them really getting to sleep for a while.

15:10 Corporal_Luke_Walker: I finish my boots and place them down on the floor next to each other and look up at the officer. "Luckily you're not one of my officers, sir, and I'm not under your command, sir."

"Or I'm sure we'd both be in a lot of trouble for precisely what we're thinking right now, sir."

"You want to be on your knees sucking my cock, do you, sir?" I stand up and stand to attention, my arms behind my back, ten inches of rock solid marine cock standing out from my body at right angles as I look at you appreciately. "If you want the truth, sir, I think you're the only good looking fucking guy here. Not that I would ever go near another Marine, ever, sir."

16:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger murmurs appreciatively as Paul tells him about his onlyfans, "You horny bastard... "

Roger was every bit as horny as Paul was, and they were definitely into each other. Roger loved to kiss, and was getting more and more turned on. The cot was narrow, but Roger didn't care, he'd been in tighter spots than this before.

He lost all track of time, as the Army Ranger lost himself in getting better antiquated with the Marine. But soon enough, he felt his balls starting to clench as Paul kept playing with his manhood. He could feel the Marine's pre-cum coating his fingers as he kept stroking Paul's dick. He moaned once, breaking off his kiss to whisper into Paul's ear, "I'm gonna blow any second now mate...."

15:38 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I keep my gaze locked on the Corporal's, with a half-cocked grin on my face.

"Lucky for us, indeed, Corporal." I watch as Luke slowly stands up, at attention, his cock at full mast, standing straight out. I slowly stand up myself, my own 10 " piece of American military meat pointing dead ahead, precum starting to leak out the tip. I nod in appreciation at this fucking hot as shit Royal Marine. My eyes tracing the steel-cut lines of his tattooed muscle, thick, and hard veined, made for battle.

I grin as I reply to the cocky fucker, "I'm about as likely to drop to my knees and suck your cock as you are to drop on yours and suck mine. We are both proud men, Marine. That's why I find you so fucking hot. The work you've put into your body..." I walk slowly around him, the small tent just providing the space to do it in. "...speaks well of the discipline and determination of the man willing to put in the work to achieve it."

I finish walking around the Corporal, my hands clasped behind my back, as though I'm inspecting a trooper. I stop in front of him, then nod, looking him right in the eye. "I reckon whatever we do with each other is going to be mutual, because neither of us wants it any other way." I reach out with one hand then, and slowly trace my fingers over that steel-cut muscle, following the lines of his tattoos, tracing the hard edges and curves of that incredible physique.

My hand ends up right under his chin, and I clench his jaw, not holding back on my strength, inviting him to do the same through my earlier statement, as I pull his mouth towards mine for an aggressive kiss as I thrust my 10 " rod into his.

16:27 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul is completely caught up in it, this guy was hot and knew what buttons to press.. "Oh fuck I'm the same... Don't want to get this sleeping bag full of cum... want me to swallow it."

I look at him, sweat running down my chest from how turned on I am right now. "Normally I wear a sock or a condom when I'm wanking in my own bunk."

16:27 Corporal_Luke_Walker: My own hand thrusts out, grabbing the Lieutenant by the throat and squeezing slightly as I kiss him back roughly and brutally, I can feel his rod next to mine as my proud Royal Marine cock rubbed next to his.

The hand around the throat gets tighter as my cock reaches it's full length, the Lieutenant didn't seem to be objecting which was good. The harder this was the better... and most guys couldn't keep up with him.

His body was amazing, and my cock was already leaking and I was mentally willing it not to go any further. I didn't want to embarass myself. My other hand ran down to the Lieutenant's balls and grabbed them roughly, massaging them with my large hands, then I grab the Ranger's tool and start jerking on it roughly.

16:38 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger grins at Paul's suggestion. But there were two loads to take care of ...

Shifting and repositioning, the flexible Army Ranger dives head first into the sleeping bag, and latches onto Paul's 7" with relish, as he presents his own cock for Paul to take. As soon as Paul's mouth closes over his shaft, Roger gasps, his balls unloading. He was that close.

He kept sucking the hot Marine, even as he shot his sticky load, feeling that tension that presaged the Marine's own eruption.

16:38 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Good, I thought to myself as I drove my mouth into Luke's. He likes it hard and rough. His grip around my throat was savage and strong. It hurt like a mother fucker, those fingers tightening with vise-like strength. That's how I liked it. Mark knows what I like.

My own hand tightened pound for pound along with the Corporal's, giving every fucking bit as good as I got, feeling the thick cabled muscles around his neck denting beneath my own impressive grip strength.

His body was fucking incredible, every steel-cut inch of it, and my cock was leaking like a seive. I figured, given the space and our size, I was perfectly happy to sit here and choke the fuck out of each other and blow our loads. My free hand reached down to his piece of Royal Marine meat, and I started to stroke it even as he roughed up my nuts, then stroked my own 10" of American meat. Fuck, that felt good. The pain from his hand around my throat... the rough, hard fucking perfection of his combat-trained solider's body, and his hand on my piece were making my balls boil. I was gonna blow, I could feel it building. But I held back.. wanted to let go of my load at the same time this steel hard Royal Marine unleashed his.

16:54 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul grunts but the sounds are muted since he has the Ranger's cock in his mouth as he feels the thick load going down his throat and he swallows while not releasing the cock till all of it was out of the man. And as the ranger sticks his own mouth around the Marine's cock it doesn't need anything else as it erupts in white liquid.

Paul stayed like that for about thirty seconds until both their cocks started to soften and he moved away and waited till Roger got back to the top of the sleeping back.

He kissed him gently on the lips, the taste of both loads on their lips as they did. "Hey... if it's not too presumptious, if you want to have a shag tomorrow night, there's some condoms in my pack, as long as we're quiet."

"You're fit... I want to do it again."

16:54 Corporal_Luke_Walker: I smile as I can feel his cock twitching, ready to shoot, I tighten my grip on his throat, my own neck being punished by the officer. Fuck he's strong. My cock is leaking everywhere, tidying this up would be messy.

I look at him and start to ram his rod rough, rougher, and rougher as my own cock started to burst out, spraying both our legs with thick heavy jizz. I couldn't stop it. But my hands increased their power around his neck as I came... this would really hurt someone less muscled, and it wouldn't be the first person I've strangled to death, but the last time it was in the line of duty.... but I don't let up , not yet, he's taking the choke well.

17:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger feels Paul's cock erupt down his throat, and swallows the Marine's salty jizz greedily.

Finally, after they soften, Roger gets re-positioned right way round. Roger grins as they kiss one final time, listens, then winks. "Fuck yes, sounds like a plan to me Marine. You came prepared I see." He chuckles.

Then, reaches over to turn out the light as Paul gets back into his sleeping bag. "Sleep tight, you hot fucker." Roger calls out, before turning over and falling to sleep nearly at once, one very happy Army Ranger.

16:38 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Shit, the Corporal has a fucking grip of solid steel. I can feel the sharp, stabbing pain as his fingers dig into the side of my throat, as the pressure begins to threaten my adam's apple. But danger and risk, strength and power plays, pain and muscle is my jam. I want more.

It's a good quality in a Ranger. Then, I feel him start to tense, grunting, leaking pre cum all over my hand like a faucet. I tighten my own grip, embracing the pain, focusing through it, channeling it. My fingers stab into his neck like daggers, denting those thick columns of muscle, and threatening his own adam's apple with the pressure. I breathe shallow, not panicking, but diving headfirst into the pain.

Then, he starts to erupt, spraying my hard muscled abs and quads with his thick Marine seed. I let myself go at the exact same time, unloading thick, rich ropes of Ranger cum all over his steel cut body. The force around my neck increased as we came, just like the power of my own grip on his neck increased with my orgasm. Fuck, I've never been able to go this hard with anyone else before. The pain was savage, excruciating, but we could both take it. And give it. I was seeing spots in front of my eyes as the orgasm faded.

Yeah, he was one hard fucking bad ass. I catch his gaze. Then, I figure we have gone far enough for tonight. I want to go deeper... but another time. Another time. I nod, my eyes communicating respect and desire.

Then, I drop my hand, releasing his throat as his Marine seed dripped and ran down my muscled quads and crotch.

17:21 Corporal_Luke_Walker: I nod as I drop the officer's throat, not saying anything and instead grabbing a towel and wiping myself down, there were no showers out here, I'd have to worry about that another time.

I'm asleep less than five minutes later, a good quality in a marine, lying back on my bunk and not worrying... I'd gotten what I wanted, so had the officer. He wouldn't bother me tonight with any annoying orders after that I think.

09:32 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: The Corporal drops his hand at the same I drop mine, both of us covered in the other's cum. The echos of his grip on my throat linger, a testament to his incredible strength.

I clean up with a small towel as best I can, and relaxed by the release of some, but not all, of the sexual tension between us, I fall asleep in my bunk even faster than usual. I set my mental alarm clock to get up at 3:30 am, to give myself time to be fully ready for the 4am wake up call.

Published: 2021-07-27, viewed 48 times.