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Brothers in Arms: Wings of Victory

    Flying Officer Paul 'Digger' Digby sat in the cockpit of his Spitfire and waited for the roiling, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach to subside. Another sortie over the English Channel, head to head with a flight of fifty Hienkel He-111's heading for London. 

The fighter pilots from Biggin Hill had accounted for six kills, with other airfields close by claiming another fourteen more, only thirty had made it past their patrol area to head on North toward London were they would have to brave the fighter squadrons even now being scrambled from airfields closer to the city.

As his Flight Sergeant and ground crew pulled back the canopy and helped him from the cockpit, he carefully jumped off the wing before collapsing to the ground on his knees, spewing what was left of breakfast onto the ground. His support crew studiously ignored the incident but a junior air-craftsman he hadn't met before handed him a canteen of water to wash the foul taste of vomit from his mouth. 

As the enterprising lad walked back to his duties, Paul was struck by the natural grace of the young man's gait, the lithe, slim form of his body and his face from what Paul had seen of it hardly said maturity either. Paul's eye's slid lower and he held his breath as he watched the lad's cute, muscular buttocks move in the tight coveralls he wore and immediately an unbidden thought entered Paul's mind,"I am so having this one!"

His Crew Chief, Flight Sergeant Jack Merryweather, watching Paul's evident interest in the new addition to the crew, walked over and stood next to Paul as they both watched the youngster reach up to remove an inspection cover from under one wing, Paul's caught his breath as the lad's slim, bare arms were revealed when the loose fitting sleeves of his coveralls slipped down his arms.

    "When I first saw him at Personnel last week I thought he'd pique your interest. I had a word with a mate in the office there and asked to have first dibs on this one. I hope he meets with your approval?"

    "I don't think you'd have brought him on board if you didn't think I'd approve of him. He's very desirable, he has many of the charms I like in a lad."

    "Do you want me to send him over to your house tomorrow? I'll manufacture some excuse to get him off camp."

Paul removed some maps from his case and handed them to Jack.

    "Here! Put these in the cockpit and then have him find them, tell him to bring them out to the house after close of duty today and as I'm on stand down for two days I'm going to would be out at the house so you can inform the Guard Room he has permission to be absent from base for the two days."






Before the war Paul's parents had moved out of London and purchased a house on open farm land close the newly opened Wireless Testing Facility at Biggin Hill where his father worked on various hush-hush projects for the newly formed Royal Air Force. Paul had moved in when his request to be assigned to RAF Biggin Hill Aerodrome had been approved, from time to time he played host to other officers when the Mess was too full but presently he was living alone.


    "Yes, Sir!" Jack stepped back and saluted.

    "Jack. As I'm out at the house all weekend you can come out and use the old barn if you like to arrange one of your... weekends."

    Jack Merryweather grinned in delight as he contemplated being able to indulge in some of his own particularly savage and perverted fun. He saluted Paul once more before turning away toward the aircraft to surreptitiously place the bundle of maps in the cockpit.

With something other than his rebellious stomach to concentrate on Paul walked around the aircraft to examine the extent of the battle damage, but beyond a path torn by a burst of eight cannon shells which had ripped through the tail there was nothing of major import and so he left his crew to bed the 'Grey Lady' down for the weekend, bagged his flight kit, helmet and maps case before heading off to debrief.

During the squadron debrief he was credited with a second kill by three other pilots, bringing his personal tally to thirty three and he was also able to confirm three kills for other members of the squadron but learnt those two pilots were listed as missing-in-action, presumed dead, over the Channel. 

Mid-Channel intercepts were among the most dangerous as the Meschersmitt Me-109 fighter escorts for the Hienkel bomber wings had plenty of fuel reserves and were likely to engage the Spitfires and Hurricanes of the London Screen between the mid-Channel line and the South Coast, making the northern section of the English Channel one of the most dangerous intercept points for the fighters scrambling from the airfield ring protecting London.





As it was Friday and he was on stand down over the weekend he walked to the Officers Mess, placed his flight gear in his room, before retrieving his bicycle from the racks and walking to the Guard Room to sign himself off base. He cycled the fifteen minutes from the airfield to the house grimly aware of a rather dirty problem in his underwear.




At the house he was greeted by Mrs Stokes who came up from the village three times a week to make sure the house was secure and clean. Her arrangements and pay were all taken care of by his father who now worked at a radar detection station on the south coast and lived there with his wife in a house provided by the RAF. 




Paul had telephoned Mrs Stokes earlier in the day, before the squadron had scrambled on an intercept, to inform her he'd be spending the weekend and could she please call in to lay a fire and heat the water. Paul had known Glenda Stokes since he was a boy and she was almost a second mother to him, she stopped for a few minutes after he got there to tell him all the gossip from the village and before leaving told him she'd made a casserole, it was in a dish in the oven and all he had to do was heat and eat.

After she departed Paul walked gingerly up to the bathroom and ran the water to fill the bath and once it was almost full and the heat of the steam had taken the chill off the room he stripped off, first removing his uniform and shirt, before working his way to his underwear, he grimaced as he realised he had indeed soiled himself again somewhere over the Channel.

He threw his underwear on to the floor, having no desire to clean it up now, climbed into the bath and as the heat of the water caused his cold skin to prickle he carefully lowered himself back until he felt the hot water close over his tension knotted shoulders. Unbidden, he felt the tears begin to well in his eyes as he allowed the terrors of the past few hours to ease and as the tears rolled down down his cheeks he experienced a familiar cathartic release as the tension eased from his muscles.

After twice replacing the cooling water for fresh hot water he felt sufficiently clean and relaxed enough to climb out of the bath and dry himself off with the fluffy white towels his mother was so fond off. As he walked out he made to grab his robe from the back of the door but as the house was now much warmer than when he'd arrived, and more importantly empty, he padded downstairs naked and threw himself onto the couch.

His hand now strayed to his cock which had already swelled to half mast, he closed his eyes and allowed his imagination to run free as he remembered the good looking young air-craftsman working on his ground crew and as he slowly stroked it back and forth it reared up to it's full eight inches. He allowed the excitement to build as he stoked his desire with an over active, hormone fuelled imagination and as he reached his climax, his breathing grew ragged until he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

    "Bloody Hell!" he roared.

Remembering he was naked, he tweaked the curtains across the bay windows to check who was there and the young air-craftsman he'd been he'd just been fantasising about, he walked up to the door, yanked it open, having no care for the shock his nakedness and very rampant cock would have on the young lad.

The young man was very shocked when he saw his Flight Officer was not only naked but very obviously sexually aroused, Paul stood to one side and motioned with his head for the lad to enter and as he did so he attempted to salute while at the same time trying to avert his attention from Paul's very turgid penis.

    "At ease, lad!" Paul smiled as he enjoyed the lad's red faced embarrassment. "What can I do for you?"

    "Sir! When I was inspecting your cockpit earlier I found a bundle of maps and Sergeant Merryweather ordered me to bring them out you, Sir. He also told me you might have some duties for me to do over the weekend and so he said I should be prepared to remain here until released."

    "Ah! I forgot those! Wedged them there myself to stop the seat from wobbling in flight. Guess I should have have asked the Chief to have a look."

Paul walked over the telephone and placing one leg up on the hall table he watched the lad in the mirror as he exposed his arse to the lad. The view in the mirror showed the lad was even more shocked at the manner in which Paul revealed the most secret part of his anatomy. 

Paul placed a finger on the phone to hang it up and then feigned a conversation with Jack Merryweather and as he did so he looked into the mirror in time to watch as the young man used a hand to adjust his fatigues in an attempt to hide his own hardening cock. 

    "What's your name, lad?" Paul asked

    "Reynolds, Sir! Air-craftsman Chris Reynolds."

    "Hello, Chief. Yes, young Reynolds' is here now. I wedged the maps in place to stop the seat frame from knocking. You couldn't take a quick look at it, could you? Oh, that would be great. One other thing before you go, as we discussed I will need to retain young Reynolds here over the weekend, there's some work around the property I need assistance with. Right chief, see you Monday."

Paul placed the receiver back in it's cradle and returned to sit on the couch, spread his legs wide so his endowment was well visible to young Reynolds, then raised his legs and placed his feet on the cushions so his arse was well on view agin.

    "Have you have a girl friend, Chris?" 

    "Uh... yes, sir, she's at home in Peterborough, when I enlisted I requested a posting to RAF Wittering, sir, but I ended upbeing stationed here."

    "Ah! Yes, the Services can be a bitch when it comes to the path of young love. Have you not come to an arrangement with a local girl? There's lots of lonely young things around here."

    "I couldn't do that to Kathy, sir, I promised her I wouldn't do anything untoward while I was away."

    "You really think she'll stay faithful with all those young American flyers up there in Lincolnshire?"




Reynolds face suddenly grimaced and Paul realised he'd hit a bit of a nerve, the lad had obviously had similar thoughts about the number of Yank flyers stationed around the Lincolnshire area. There were a number of large bomber bases up that way, B-17 Flying Fortress crews all looking to keep company with any available, single, local girls. Americans had advantages which British lads didn't, freely available nylons, chocolates and other items which hadn't been seen in England since rationing was introduced early in 1940.

Reynolds eyes were now glassy in shock as the flight officer whose aircraft he was assigned to, exposed not only his rampant cock with semen seeping from it but he was also exposing the wrinkled muscle between to arse cheeks to Chris eyes. Chris shook in nervous shock as he watched Paul behaving like a randy slut.

    "Remove your fatigues, Chris!"

    "Sir?" Chris couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

    "Have you a problem following an officers orders, air-craftsman! Remove your jacket, shirt and trousers!"

    "You can't be serious!"

    "You can't be serious, WHAT!"

    "You can't be serious, SIR!"

    "Get your fucking uniform off or your back to camp carrying a letter to Sergeant Merryweather detailing how you're unable to follow orders."

Shocked at Paul shouting orders at him and also the nature of those orders so Chris slowly, with a confused look on his face removed first his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt before throwing both onto the chair behind him. He stood there bare chested, in abject terror as his officer waited, staring directly into his eyes.

    "I wont ask you again, boy!"

Chris nervously unbuckled his belt, kicked off his shoes and then removed his trousers and socks before placing them also on to the chair with his other clothing, he turned again so he faced Paul and now, dressed only in his green shorts, he felt more naked than if he actually stood there without any clothes on. He's heard rumours about men who like other men like this but he'd never met any and now he was stripping to the order of one such.

Paul eyes glazed over with lust as he gazed at utter perfection! 

The lad was slim, boyishly so, with a flat stomach sporting an inny navel which Paul knew he'd be getting his tongue into very soon. Tiny, tight dark brown nipples the size of a half penny standing erect from barely defined pectorals and a hairless chest. Chris' arms were lightly muscled, as were his legs but neither showed any gross muscular development and like Chris' chest all four limbs were hairless.

    "Come closer!" Paul whispered hoarsely.

Reynold's shuffled forward slowly, trying to delay for as long as possible what he suspected was about to happen. Sitting on the edge of the couch Paul placed his hands under the waistband of Reynolds shorts and pulled them down to reveal a tiny little cock, nestled in a sparse bush of pubic hair. Paul laughed out loud when he saw the boy's tiny endowment, he took it between his thumb and forefinger and looked up grinning as the lad blushed bright red.

    "Is this it? Are you telling me you expect your girlfriend to remain faithful while she's waiting for THIS? How long is it when its hard?"

    "Three to four inches."

    "THREE INCHES, WHAT?"

    "Three inches, Sir!"

Paul laid back and stroked his eight inch cock back to life and Reynold's shame deepened as he saw how well endowed his Flight Officer was.

    "You'd better hope your girlfriend doesn't meet up with a studly Yank from Texas or, maybe, better yet one of those big black GI's from Alabama. Did you know most black GI's have cocks much larger than mine and mine's above average length."

Chris' face burned bright red with shame as he looked at his tiuny cock beside Pauls massive eight inch thick monster.


    "You surely can't be expecting your girl to remain faithful to a man with a schoolboy's cock, can you? There plenty of MEN out there with big cock's like mine who can keep her satisfied? Are you serious, boy? I think your deluding yourself!"

With a sure touch, born of long practice Paul Digby carefully and assuredly destroyed Chris Reynold's self confidence as he poured scorn and derision on to the young man's infant-sized cock.

Paul stood up and placed his hand under Chris' chin and raised the lad's head so their eye's could meet.

    "Have you ever had sex with your girl?"

    "A few times, Sir, in the two weeks before I came to Biggin Hill!" Reynold's nodded slowly.

    "Did she moan in ecstasy as you fucked her? Did she throw her head from side to side begging you stop? When you shot your load did she beg you to do it again and again? Or, perhaps she just looked bored and lay there waiting for you to finish so she could shoo you out the door. So she could find some thing like a carrot or a candle to satisfy herself because you not able to do so with that little thing."

As Paul uttered the dismissive words Chris' eyes widened in shock as he involuntarily revealed to Paul how close to the truth he was. Chris thought back to how many candles, long and thin or thick and knobbly which Kathy had around her bedroom. Was that why she had them? How many times had she used on to pleasure herself after Chris had left because he was so tiny? Chris suddenly realised this well endowed officer was correct, it was a delusion to expect Kathy to wait for a man with little boys cock to come home. He should write her and tell her he'd found someone else.

Paul moved closer now, so close his chest touched Chris' and he used his hand to raise the lad's head. He brought his lips close and roughly kissed Chris' lips for the first time and as the confused lad responded to the kiss Paul dropped his hands and he followed the shape of the lad's spine until he was finally able to caress and cup the firm, hairless buttocks below.

Paul broke the kiss and lowered himself back onto the couch, he again spread his legs wide but kept his feet on the floor, his eight inch cock now weeping a steady stream of pre-cum.





    "Get on your knees," Paul ordered roughly.

With his mind still reeling from being kissed by another man and from the harsh manner in which Paul had derided his lack of physical development and the way in which he'd successfully guessed Kathy's lack of excitement when they'd had sex, Chris sank to his knees between Paul's legs. Perhaps Kathy would be better off with a real man, a man with a real cock perhaps one like Flying Officer Digby's eight inch one which was now on display right in front of his face.

    "Right! Now I'm going give you your first lesson on sucking cock. Open your mouth, boy!"

Reynolds allowed his mouth to drop open and Paul pulled himself forward so he was again sitting on the edge of the sofa.

    "Unlike you, I'm not circumcised so you'll need to put one of your hands on the shaft of my cock, grip it tightly and push the skin back to expose my cock head."

Reynold's did as he was told and watched in amazement as the broad, purple head of Paul's cock popped free of the enfolding foreskin, Paul experienced a wave of pleasure as he watched a tremor pass through the lad's body as he contemplated taking this slimy monster into his mouth. Paul guided his cock to the boy's mouth, smeared pre-cum over the lips before allowing the head to slip into the moist, warmth of the waiting, virginal mouth.

    "Use your tongue and lick the head, taste the cum and keep your eyes open and looking at me.

He immediately felt the rough surface of Chris' tongue as it chased the taste of Paul's pre-cum over his cock head, his head dropped back and his mouth opened as he released a gasp of desire.

    "That's it, you cock sucking slut, let go and enjoy it!"

Paul raised his head again and gently stroked Chris' hair, he leant forward so he could whisper encouragement into the boy's ear and almost instinctively Chris closed his lips sealing them against the shaft in his mouth and began to suck at the broad, flanged head. 

Paul could feel the lad's tongue constantly moving, swirling over the head and along the shaft as Chris allowed more and more of Paul's cock to enter his mouth but almost as soon as he had started, Chris began to tire and had to pull off, looking up at Paul apologetically.

    "I'm sorry, sir, my jaw aches."

    "That's OK, you did well for a first timer! Not many lads can take my cock for that long."

Despite his apparent sincerity Paul was lying, most lads he'd had in the past were able to suck his cock for hours but he wanted to start rebuilding Chris' confidence early, he wanted the lad to start thinking of himself as a cock sucker.

    "Yes! You did good, I really enjoyed that, I think your a natural cock sucker, I think your mouth was made to suck man cock. You know Chris as we get to know each other better, you'll get more practice at it until you'll able to take my cock all the way into your throat!"

    "Sir? Is that possible?"

Chris couldn't believe his ears as he listened to himself asking whether he'd be able to suck another man's cock better and the idea of taking this man's huge cock into his throat was filling him with a thrill of desire to experience it. Earlier today, he'd only been able to think about how much he missed Kath; now, here he was on his knees in front of this officer having just sucked his first cock, he was feeling the warm glow of pride in his ability to do suck cock as he'd just done and he enjoyed hearing the obvious pride in Paul's voice as his officer referred to him as a natural, born cock sucker.

    "Have you ever seen a man swallow a sword at a fun fair?"

    "Yes, Sir!"

    "Same principal. Now as your jaw is tired of being spread open by my cock. I'm going to teach you to do something else I enjoy."

Paul raised his legs now and placed his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs far apart exposing his arse hole to lad's attention.

    "I'm going to teach you to kiss and lick my arse!"

Chris reared backed in shock at the suggestion, backing away and shaking his head in disgust at the idea.

    "COME BACK HERE AND GET ON YOUR KNEES! Or you can go back to the Airfield tonight and inform the Chief of my disappointment at your inability to follow a lawful order from an officer!"

    "You can't order me to lick your arse, Sir! There's no way that's a lawful order."

    "Whose to say what I'll tell the Chief you refused to do! It'll be my word against yours and I'm an Officer and a Gentleman, where as your a junior rating. Whose word do you think they'll take?"

Paul again witnessed the look of defeat blossoming on Chris' face as the lad slowly sank to his knees between Paul's legs and looked at the puckered, brown muscle nestled between Paul's arse cheeks. 

    "Keep your eyes on mine as you start licking!"





As Paul watched, a silent track of tears rolled down the boy's face, his mouth got closer and he extended his tongue and Paul was delighted to see the hot flush of desperate embarrassment cover the lad's face as he saw the smile blossom on Paul's face.

Paul shuddered in ecstasy as the boy's virgin tongue rasped along his arse crack for the first time, he continued to rape the lad's innocence and remove another facet of the lad's actively masculine identity. 

Paul could hear Chris audibly sobbing, first he'd been ordered to give a man oral sex and had submitted to that order without question or protest and now he was on his knees with his tongue buried up another man's arse lapping away as though it was a normal every day activity. The earthy taste of Paul's arse mingled with the sweet, creamy flavour of Paul's pre-cum as a very confused young man came to realise that perhaps this officer was correct, Kath needed a man to keep her happy and no man would be on his knees sucking another man's cock let alone licking another man's arse. If he was a proper man he'd get up now and walk out but Paul's threats to make sure he came off worse had won the day, so he remained on his knees with his tongue licking his officer's arse.

    "For Christ's Sake, Reynolds, put some fucking life into it, will you! Show me how much your enjoying yourself!"

Paul slapped the top of the lad's head hard and then felt Chris' tongue begin to play around over the muscled opening between his arse cheeks. As the lad showed more interest in what he was doing, Paul slipped his fingers down along his own arse crack and allowed them to slip inside his hole using the boy's saliva as lubricant.

    "Use your fingers like I'm doing with mine! I want to feel your fingers and tongue inside me!"

Paul felt Chris' reticence to his current activity slowly fade as the lad slid his fingers into Paul's body and then followed them with his tongue, the earthy taste grew stronger and a definite faecal odour almost caused Chris to pull back but he forced himself to stay there knowing Paul would get angry if he stopped before being told too. Paul was over the moon, his plans for this weekend had settled on a little light sexual perversion with the innocent looking boy wanking him off and licking up the load but knowing the lad was easy blackmail material meant Paul was going faster and further on this first date than he ever had on a first with other lads.

Chris lasted longer at arse licking than he had at cock sucking, after thirty minutes of unrelenting tongue in arse action, Paul pushed Reynolds away and returned to sitting up right on the sofa. Paul now put his hand behind the lad's neck and gently pulled him forward, knowing what was required now Reynolds opened his mouth and allowed Paul to slide his large cock back back inside under the impression that the rape of his mouth would about to begin again.

Paul now had bigger things to winder about; he wanted to know whether the lad could indeed take the whole of and eight inch cock down his throat, so with his cock head resting on the lad's tongue, Paul grabbed the lad's head and rammed his cock in to the waiting mouth with savage force, as his cock hit the back of Chris' throat he felt the lad try to pull off as he experienced a gag reflex. 

Paul, had much experience at this and held him in place as Chris continued to thrash from side to side trying to pull away from the massive intrusion in his throat and draw a breath but Paul kept his hands gripped tightly around the lad's neck.

Suddenly, the lad drew in a shuddering breath as his body learnt the art of breathing with something lodged in the throat and Paul was able to relax his grip around the boy's neck but as Chris tried to pull off, Paul again needed to use a little force and sharp slap on the head to encourage Chris to keep hard, eight inch monster cock lodged in his throat.





Placing his hands, one each covering Chris' ears so Paul began to rock his hips back and forth setting up a fucking motion allowing his cock to slide in and out of the lad's throat. Despite his pressing desire to get the thing out of his throat Chris sensed what Paul wanted and he stopped trying to suck Paul's cock and instead kept his lips pursed tightly shut and, submissively, allowed Paul to fuck his mouth and throat.

Slowly, Paul allowed his eight inches to slip from the lad's mouth and pulled the young man to his feet so they were facing each other; Paul looked deep into the boy's eyes judging the reaction to being raped three times.

    "The door's behind you, you can dress and and go if you want! If you decide to stay you'll do what you're told when you're told too! Do you understand?"

Paul watched as Chris stood and slowly dressed, he walked toward the door before he stopped and turned to look at Paul, there was a deep sadness writ across his face, innocence destroyed, Paul, still naked, walked over and opened the door.

    "Remember! Say nothing about what happens to you here or it will go badly for you and make sure you're back here next weekend, cock sucker, and we'll pick up where we left off."

Paul slipped his hand into the waist band of the lad's trousers and carefully pushed his fingertip in to the lad's tight arse.

"Next weekend, lad!" Paul smirked. "Next weekend, I'm putting my cock up here! You belong to me know! Jack Merryweather will ensure you'll be here for me every weekend, you'll learn to use your body to keep my satisfied. Now run along and I'll see you on Monday and we'll find somewhere on the airfield where you can practice sucking my cock."

Chris shuddered as he came to the realisation he was trapped as this man's unpaid whore and left the house without saying a word to walk to the airfield. Paul closed and locked the door, walked back into the living room and feeling a little confused as to why he'd given Chris the choice of leaving. He stroked his cock slowly, jacking it back to life thinking about how great his cock had felt lodged deep in Chris' virgin mouth and throat. Paul felt an uplift when he remembered the look on the lad's face when he'd been ordered to lick Paul's arse. Could life get any better than having the power to command a submissive man to lick your arse and then have him realise he had no option but to do so or watch as the threat held over his head was carried out. He could only imagine now what it would have felt like to take the lad upstairs, get him on the bed and spread his legs wide before slipping his cock into the lad's tight, virgin hole. As he reached his climax there was another knock at the door.

    "BLOODY HELL! Not again" He yelled out loud in his frustration.

He charged over and ripped open the front door forgetting he was naked only to be confronted by the tear stained face of Chris Reynolds. He lunged toward Paul and, he, thinking it was an attack tried to dodge back and tangled with the blackout curtain behind, as he fell backwards so Chris fell forward on top of him and pushed the door shut with his foot. 

Chris looked down at Paul before he lowered his head and kissed him full on the lips, Paul responded by opening his mouth and allowed Chris' tongue full access to his mouth and after a few minutes of frantic snogging Chris broke away and stared at Paul.

    "You bastard! You raped me and it was fucking painful!"

    "Yes, I did." Paul admitted quietly.

    "Then perhaps you could tell me why I enjoyed it so much?"

Paul opened his eyes wide.

    "YES! You bastard, I enjoyed being raped! Does that excite you?"

    "Get up and take your clothes off."

    "WHY? So you can rape me again?" Chris yelled.

    "No," Paul whispered. "So I can take you upstairs and make love to you. So I can show you how it should have... how it should have been."





Chris rolled off Paul, removed his clothing faster than last time but folding each item as he did so. As he slipped the last item off he became aware of Paul coming up behind him and involuntarily flinched, noticing his discomfort Paul carefully placed a hand on one of Chris' bare shoulders before using the other to fondle the lad's small cock.

    "I didn't think you'd want to play with that, it's not a man's cock you said!"

    "Shut... the... fuck... up!" Paul whispered into Chris' ear.

    "Yes, sir." Chris whispered back.

Chris' impassioned anger cooled and was replaced by a heated ardour as he responded to Paul's gentle stimulus and as the light touch caused his skin to prickle Chris released a shuddering breath and started to shake slightly as his desire to be with Paul grew.

    "Let's go up to my bedroom," Paul whispered, as he pushed Chris toward the stairs.

As they lay side by side in Paul's double bed, Paul raised himself on one elbow so he could look into Chris' eyes, the lad looked flushed, a slight redness in his cheeks betraying not embarrassment but excitement as his hand held Paul's cock and stroked it back and forth.

    "Did you really enjoy what I did earlier?"

    "I cant explain it! When I left here I walked toward the airfield but then I changed my mind and started walking toward the village to find the constable!"

    "Constable?"

    "I was going to tell him what you done to me! Show him the marks on my body before they faded. Then I thought... would I ever be able to stand up in court and tell it out loud with every one listening. Then I remembered the taste of your cock in my mouth and my own cock became very hard, all three inches of it and then I remembered kneeling there with my tongue up your arse and, suddenly, I knew I wanted more."





Suddenly, Paul experienced a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and, for the first time since he started taking sex by force from other lads, he felt ashamed at what he'd done to this handsome, fresh faced youth.

    "I am really sorry I raped you," he whispered, "I'll do whatever is needful to make it up to you."

    "Can I fuck you?" Chris asked.

    "Don't push your luck!"

    "I doubt I'd have been able to anyway. You were right, my cock is useless! It isn't a man's cock! Kath will be better off finding someone who can satisfy her. It's better off I face it now than marry her and find she's off having affairs with other men, with someone better able to satisfy her.

    "I wasn't right, though! It's a nice, well proportioned cock and I know it'll make a nice mouth-watering morsel when I suck you off."






They kissed again, each stroking the other's cock and through the night Paul showed Chris the true meaning of love until, exhausted by their activities the fell asleep in each other's arms.

The following morning Paul woke first and observing Chris' morning hard-on he lowered his head and started to suck. As he'd said to Chris the previous evening, the four inches, of Chris' cock proved to be a delightful little mouthful to suck and pretty soon Chris was awake and moaning in desire as his cock was engulfed by Paul's hot mouth. He stroked Paul's hair as he felt his climax build and as his load shot into Paul's mouth he threw back his head and yelled in triumph and in the back of his mind remembered how little excitement he'd felt when he'd shagged Kath, this was so much more exciting than that experience had been.

    "Chris! I want to fuck you but I don't want to hurt you like I did last night. Are you all right with the idea?"

    "All right? Of course it's all right, I want it now more than anything."

Paul removed a bottle of olive oil from the bedside table and asked Chris to roll over; he spread the oil liberally between Chris arse cheeks and used his fingers to work it in deep. He spent over an hour working the oil into Chris' body making sure his new mate was well relaxed and ready to take what was about to happen. He remembered how he'd forced lads in the past to take it almost dry, how they'd screamed with pain as his monster cock was forced in. Paul felt as confused as Chris had last night, he had no idea what had changed in him but for the first time in his life he wanted some thing worthwhile and lasting, so he worked carefully and assiduously to ensure Chris was able to experience what was about to happen with most enjoyment possible.

    "Your have one last chance to walk out of here with your virginity intact!"

When Chris didn't move Paul took it as inherent permission to take his virginity.

    "If it gets too painful for you find something to bite down on."


Chris turned his head and stuffed his face into the pillow as Paul began to push his thick, veiny cock in. Paul could feel Chris' muscles stiffen and spasm as the thick, rigid member began to drill its way into his arse and once the head of his cock had breached the first line of defence, Paul paused to allow Chris to adjust to the thing which was ripping away his virginity. Paul started to push again, gently and as he pushed he could feel Chris' body slowly giving way.

Finally, with a last savage thrust he pushed the last inch in until all eight inches were buried in Chris' arse. Paul used his weight to force the lad to slide his knees flat and lay on the bed on his belly, Paul felt drunk with the power of having just taken the boy's anal virginity and now he was ready to fuck. He slowly pulled back, revelling in the feeling as his broad cock head was stimulated by the friction of the boy's tight and almost dry arse. Paul thought about spreading some more olive oil on his cock but he didn't want to pull out now in case it were too painful for Chris to take it again today.

Soon the bed was rocking with the force of Paul's fuck strokes as he rammed his cock deep into Chris' arse, he could feel his climax rising as the tight muscles of the lad's body stimulated the sensitive surface of his cock head and suddenly his seed was erupting into the boy's hole. Spurt after spurt and squirmed deliciously under the weight of Paul's body as his now softening cock slipped free of his new lover's body.

    "Suck it! Lick it clean!"

    "Yes, Sir!" Chris had no objections this time despite where the cock had just been.

    "Chris! I'm so sorry for the way I treated you last night! I've never felt this way about a man before. In the past I've just been interested in the sex, I've taken what I want by force and after a few days looked for the next lad to conquer."

    "You can have whatever you want, sir! All you have to do is ask me."

    "Will you do one thing for me then? Now!"

    "Lick your arse?"

    "No! Well... yes, but in a bit but first off, will you please call me Paul! When we're alone, off duty, away from the airfield, just you and me, please call me Paul."

    "Sorry, sir! Sorry, Paul."






Paul rolled Chris over again and lay between his lover's legs and parted the cheeks to reveal the place where his cock had just fucked. He lowered his head and dove into Chris arse with his tongue, licking in and out driving Chris into throes of pleasure as the nerves in his arse, excited from the recent presence of an eight inch cock, responded with heightened sensitivity to the rough surface Paul's tongue.

Chris twisted around on the bed until his face was close to Paul's crotch and first, he took Paul's cock into his mouth as Paul gobbled away at Chris' arse but once he'd managed to get his arm under Paul's leg and lift it clear he managed to get face closer to Paul's arse and started to use his own tongue to taste Paul's arse again.

Suddenly, Paul rolled onto his belly and spread his legs, he reached behind himself and pulled his arse cheeks apart and whispered to Chris.

    "Fuck me!"

Chris wasn't to sure but moved into position and lowered his cock to place it close to Paul's arse, without any problem it slipped slowly inside and Chris slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He didn't want to try and use the same powerful fuck strokes Paul had used earlier as he wasn't so well endowed he would probably keep slipping out. Keeping the strokes slow and even he felt his climax build until his cum shot into Paul's arse, he collapsed onto Paul's back and slowly kissed the back of his neck but he pulled away in shock when he realised Paul was silently crying, tears were soaking the pillow.


    "Hey! What's wrong?"

    "I was a virgin; you were the first to fuck me! I never realised before how much it could hurt. God Knows, what those other lads must have gone through when I forced eight inches into their bodies. It hurt badly with your four inches, an eight inch cock must be excruciating!"

    "You should have told me!"

    "No! I needed to know. I've hurt and raped so many lads over the years I needed to know what I did to you last night! I'm so sorry!"

    "You daft bastard!"

    "Chris! Make love to me. I want you to do it, do what you want, you can order me to do anything you want.






For the rest of the morning they revelled in each others company, explored their bodies and desires and satisfied the carnal desires in each others bodies, Chris finally came to understand there had been something missing in his relationship with Kath, something physical which he had found here in Paul's arms and Paul had finally come to terms with the concept of love and as he gazed into Chris' eyes he revelled in the peace he felt in the arms of the man he loved.

    "Chris! Would you like to do this regularly? Maybe not every time I come back off a sortie, but whenever we can. I'm always in a bad way after battle and I need some one to let me know that life exists outside of a Spitfire cockpit."

    "If you can spring me from the ground crew, Paul, I'll report to you when ever you need me!"

Paul gently caressed the lad's face with his hand before he pulled Chris in close, they kissed and Paul tasted the residue of his own cum on Chris' lips as they relaxed beside each other on the bunk Paul pulled the covers over them and they gently made love again as a flight of Spitfires roared past overhead.






A new day beckoned, next week more sorties, more ops over the Channel but now Paul Digby had someone to live for, someone who would miss him if he died over the Channel and for the first time life had meaning, life was precious, to be treasured in the arms of his love.
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