We had spent twelve weeks in training, it wasn’t really training in the strictest sense, we were young men being taught to kill, but first we learnt on sand bags, wooden posts and steel poles. Who knew killing involved so much shouting and climbing and running. Our instructor Sargent Hughes was said to be the worst in the whole Second Division. I hated the son of a bitch the whole first few weeks, Scott he would say “I’m gonna make a man outta you before I’m finished.” I dropped a whole stone in a month, this definitely wasn’t the war you read about in books. In the newspapers the enemy’s encroachment on the motherland became more and more concerning. We could readily tell the war was coming more close to home from the bombing we could hear in the distance, my family had already moved us to the country, into our ancestral estate with my grandmother, aunts and dozens of cousins. My family was well to do and my father wanted to keep me out of the draft, he had the means and I always suffered from pretty bad eye sight, without my glasses I was practically blind, plus being overweight from a life of luxury gave me all the excuses I needed but this was the first time I was ever determined to do anything. My cousin Arnold and I decided to join up together, we were of age (as old as all the other boys going), we didn’t want to be called slackers or traitors. “Our country needs us,” he said, “we can’t stay here going to balls and eating cakes like some frightened women.” And think of the adventure. We confronted our fathers about it and they would not hear anything of it, they threatened to even imprison us on the estate, hide us away until the war was over, this was especially egregious since Arnold’s father, my uncle was a member of the War Council, sending other boys to foreign lands to fight for our freedom. We decided to run away, we bribed Stanley, the estate’s coachman to ready two horses for us in the early morning and flew like the wind we did. We stopped at the first recruitment post and got transported to the Sir Nelson Training School. Twelve weeks it had been and a bloody hard time we had of it disguising ourselves as common rabble but last week we saw that there was really no need, my uncle came with the newspapers to show how much our family was invested in the war by showing off me and Arnold, “No sacrifice is too great, for like how God gave his son, so we should all contribute to the war effort” This he said in front of the cameras and journos but let me tell you in private he gave us such a telling off it made Sarge seem like a fresh born babe. Yes, so everything was going to plan, we were to be shipped to France next week, to help in the reclamation of that great nation, poor Frenchies, the world will never let them live this surrender down but before we could be transported, wasn’t it just my luck, to sprain my ankle on the last exercise before leaving. I told Sarge it was nothing but he wanted me to see medical anyway, I mean deployment was tomorrow and here I was limping like an injured gazelle. Arnold wasn’t too sympathetic either, “more glory for me” he said with a smirk, as I limped away to medical, the doctor, a young man of about twenty three with red hair and spectacles wasn’t reticent in cracking a few jokes at my expense, “hey sonny, you haven’t even gone to war yet and here you are like a sick dog.” I didn’t appreciate being called sonny by a boy that didn’t look much older than me and I spared no phrase in letting him know it, he gave me a couple stinking pills to reduce the pain and went away, it was a nurse, Mary, who helped me get over this trifle, she applied cold compress and some TLC that I missed dearly since leaving home, not that I was complaining. The day came when the regiment was supposed to leave, I dreaded the entire night, leaving without me, I was scheduled to be in bed for another week at-least, that doctor just kept finding things wrong with me, next it was shin splints he diagnosed, he said “you leg could break anytime and where would that leave”
“The motherland doesn’t deal in ifs” I told him. Anyways my fears were alleviated for the deployment was delayed due to bad weather. It was pissing cats and dogs outside, this lasted the entire week I was cracked up. Mary paid me many visits during that time. She stood about 5’11, a tall girl for her sex, she dressed in white like all those of her profession but with red lipstick and flowing blonde hair. I noticed her eyes were green, girls, even nurses always wanted to know what color their eyes were, even though Mary knew what type blood I had, how much I weighed before coming here and how healthy was my urine. We didn’t discuss that though, we talked of the war, “aren’t you afraid of not coming back” she asked, “No,” I simply replied, “life is not worth living if there is nothing worth dying for” “
And what is it you are willing to die for?”
“People like you…and me.” She blushed at my reply, she looked so pretty when she did, I got to see the woman beneath the dress. She was a farm girl, she told me of her father who was also a soldier, , he too left for a war and when he returned, though his limbs were still in tact, her mother said he was never the same. “She said he went from a funny sort of man, to one that did hardly talk at all.” Some days she sat on my bed and we just watched the rain. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her towards me, she always played pulling away, argued that she was busy but in the end we would just sit their together, lost into each-other. The doctor saw us one day and I could tell he was even more revengeful against me. On my third day laid up, he did an impromptu eye test, the bugger wanted to get me discharged based on my vision, I had to take off my glasses and read off letters from this board so far away only an ace pilot could see. He even called in a Captain to observe. I got through the first test with the help of Sarge and Mary both, I passed with flying colors, but the captain could see what was going on and dismissed them both. On the second test I couldn’t tell three from sixty or a dog from an asshole but somehow managed to pass. The Captain gave me back my glasses and said “don’t lose these soldier, we need all the good men we can get,” he shook my hand and grabbed the scrawny doctor by the shoulder. Mary told me later he was moved to another regiment. So Mary was now promoted head nurse of this unit, it was mostly quiet, their were only nine other patients and each of them had their own nurse if you catch my drift. It’s not that I’ve never been with a woman, I’m only a virgin sort-a kind of- back in my younger days when I was still going to school, I was a bit of a naughty lad, in fact I was spoilt rotten to tell you the truth and once the milk his gone bad, it takes a miracle to make it fresh again. That miracle came by way of Anna, the family maid that has been with my family as long as I can remember, she was about in her late forties, the time I was on my tear up. She was a large woman, quite buxom and had greying hair. She also had powerful arms and hands that only came by way of hard labor, one night she came in my room, startled I turned on the lamp on my night table, “shhh,” she said, “everyone’s sleeping” I looked up perplexed, barely able to make the blur out for who it was, “who’s that?” I asked. Anna the voice replied and I was able to apply voice to form, I hunted for my glasses but she sat behind me before I could find them, “what are you doing?” I demanded in what I can only imagine was my thin voice back then.” She slapped one of her hands on my mouth, I squirmed and tried to pull it off, I thought the woman was trying to kill me, soon I came to the realization that she wasn’t trying to kill me and that I could not stop her even if I wanted to, she steadied me with her powerful base. “Are you done, knackered already?” she asked in a mocking tone. “I thought you had a lot more fight than that little Scott.” I tried to rile up again but a swift punch below my ribs took all the air out of my body. This was outrageous I thought, my father would hear of this and have her whipped. I calmed down eventually I had no choice. I could feel her breasts against my back, her hard nipples poking me, “I thought you had more fight than that.” I tried to calm my ragged breathing, confused from the lateness of the hour and the encounter, I blinked thrice thinking I must be dreaming, “pull your trousers down” she whispered. I didn’t understand at first and she repeated the command in a more stern tone. I pulled down my bottom, revealing a tent in my underwear, she ran her plump fingers along the pitch made by my penis, “hard already?” I licked her hand like a whimpering dog. I didn’t know what was going on, my body just reacted in this way. My cock strained against the fabric, my balls were so tight they felt like they would explode. She pulled my underwear down and my cock sprang out, immediately her warm hand encircled it, electricity flowed through my body, I had never felt such sensations before, her great hands then cupped my balls, she squeezed the turgid surface and I let out an involuntary moan into her palm, falling back onto her breasts that were like soft pillows. “You see, I knew it, your balls are too full, that’s why you’ve been acting out so much, you need to release.” She licked me along side my face and I licked the inside of her palm. Her hand returned to my shaft and started to move up and down. “Look how big you have gotten, just like your father in his youth. Maybe you are even bigger. The tip of my cock was slick with precum, her other hand holding my mouth moved down to my cock also, she drew up a string of precum and showed me, it returned to my mouth and I tasted the sweet flavor of my own body. As her hand massaged me up and down she spoke to me. “Are you going to behave from now on?” I mumbled my assurance. “You’re gonna be a good boy aren’t you, no more acting out hmm… when did you ever get so big and all these veins. If only I knew sooner, I would have sorted you out.” My foreskin rolled up and down massaging the red tip of my penis. “Do you play with yourself?” she asked. I shook my head no. “Good, you leave dirty work to Aunty Anna okay, I’ll take care of this from now on.” I squirm in her lap spreading my legs wide, it was coming, I could feel it from my base “go on baby let it all out, “ As she commanded me, I spurted thick ropes of my swollen nuts, my hips thrusting forwards and backwards in her hand, completely lost to the moment. It was a good thing she held my mouth then, for I squealed like a pig as Anna emptied me completely. After I finished, she released both my mouth and my cock, a deep sense of fatigue flowed over me, I was also very calm and didn’t feel so damn angry with everything anymore. Aunty remade my bed with fresh sheets on account that I spoiled the old ones, She also changed my clothes and cleaned me off with a rag in a basin of water but while she was cleaning me, my cock stood at attention again, she extracted another dose of what she called that icky male fluid, she tugged and tugged until it was all out and my balls felt like emptied balloons, I tried to pull away when it got too sensitive but she held me in place, looked at me dead in my eyes and without saying a word let me know who was in control. When she was finished, she placed me back in bed, I sat up and hugged her at the waist, she kissed me on the forehead and left with the basin full of my second round of semen. Finally someone had given me something I didn’t ask for but deeply needed. That was not the last of our experiences together, even before I left, Anna was the only one I told I was leaving, she reprimanded me at first but then gave me her blessing. I lay naked against her lap as she milked me for the last time, my mouth over her breast suckling her tit as her free hand played in my hair. Hence, why I say I am only a virgin sort of kind of, I have never penetrated a woman before but I have had multiple sexual experiences. Back to Mary. I didn’t realize how much Anna’s treatment’s had lessened my naturally aggressive tendencies, in training camp I was one of the most assertive and willing worms, so while in comfortable society my personality is undesired, in times of war it is perfect, I was a favorite of Sarge but I digress. Read more »