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     "When you two have stopped kissing and cuddling, I'd like to remind you that you are still on duty and are supposed to be guarding the khaki." At the sound of the man's voice, the two young men
sprung apart guiltily The man guessed that this was the first time that either had kissed another man and, hiding a smile as he looked at their jutting jocks said, "Now get this soldier back to his tent before I'm tempted to give him another one."  North cursed inwardly as he was led away. He'd missed his chance to escape and he would have a very sore arse tomorrow. But, he'd had three cocks up him and had been fucked nearly to oblivion. Not a completely wasted night. When he stepped into the tent, he had another surprise. Birch was asleep with his blond head on Flint's hairy chest and the sergeant's muscular arm was curled around him.

     Next morning the soldiers made no mention of the night's events and they sluiced themselves in the bucket of water provided and dressed in silence. They were given hunks of brown bread and water then, under guard, ordered to take down and stow their tent. Jeppe appeared and bound their wrists. He was outwardly unchanged by his nocturnal adventures but North detected a new assertiveness and  self-awareness about him. He even surreptitiously groped North while he tied him  Amid the bustle North caught a glimpse of his roman statue. Dressed in daylight he was just as impressive and the bulge at his groin awesome.

     The column rode two abreast as before. The three soldiers and Jeppe towards the front and Kotze and his men brought up the rear. Flint glanced at Birch, riding beside him and the blond trooper, not
ready yet to meet his gaze, kept his eyes on the back of the rider in front of him. Flint was very fond of the lad, far more that he was ready to admit to himself and he flushed as he recalled what had happened in the night. He should have stopped it at once by flicking away the hand that had rested so lightly on his thigh. But he hadn't. Instead he'd given a deep sigh as if asleep and rolled onto his back.
The hand returned almost at once and had begun to move stealthily towards his groin. He'd started to get excited and it had been an effort to keep his breathing deep and even. What had been the matter with him, lying there and silently urging another man to touch him?  His cock had pounded to a full aching erection and his balls had pulled up against his thick shaft. When finally Birch's fingers had
brushed against them, Flint had been unable to suppress a gasp. Alarmed the youngster had tried to withdraw his hand but Flint had grabbed it and pressed in down on to his cock. They had lain very still for what seemd ages before he'd released Birch's hand and felt the fingers trying to close around
his cock.  Birch had long fingers but could hardly encircle more than half of Flint's thick shaft. It was unlikely there were any who could. But Birch gripped the cock hard and pumped it roughly. Flint had
known that he was very close and had whispered,"Easy lad, I'm nearly there. Slow down a bit.! In response Birch had slid his thumb and first finger up and down Flint's moist smooth glans, drawing his foreskin down to the flange with each stroke. Flint felt himself hardening as he recalled the
exquisite sensation when the pressure in his balls had become undeniable. He'd blurted, "Now lad hard, as hard as you like." and Birch had tightened his grip and pumped him very hard. He'd clenched his teeth to stifle a scream and exploded. Great gouts of spunk had shot into the air before spattering his face, chest and belly.

     They rode on in silence and this time, when he glanced at Birch, he was rewarded with a faint smile. He turned his thoughts back to the night's events. As he'd sprawled on his back, covered in his own spunk, Birch had slowly lowered his head. Flint was unable to see Birch's expression as he had been silhouetted against the moonlit canvas and for a moment had thought that the young trooper was going to kiss him. But Birch began to lick off the spunk, first, from his forhead, then his cheeks and he'd recalled the shiver of excitement when the youngster's lips had brushed his mouth. He'd  moaned softly and his cock had began to throb when he'd felt Birch's tongue lick the spunk from the sweat-slicked hair on his chest and belly. Nearer and nearer the lips had come and he'd begun to sweat and his heart had pounded in his ears. And then, when Birch had buried his nose in Flint's thick public hair and he'd felt the stubble-roughened cheek brush against his rigid cock his body had stiffened. It had been a long tense moment before Birch had raised his head and he'd felt, for the first time, a man's lips encircle his glans. He'd resisted the urge to grab the head and force it down onto his cock and he'd heard himself moaning as the moist warm lips had slid up and down his shaft. It hadn't been
long before he'd exploded again, his spunk coming in long squirts to match the spasms that had wracked him.
                                                        Chapter 3

     Tworivers was a busy dorp on the confluence of two sluggish brown rivers. The moderately prosperous farms and homesteads clustered around it's white painted kirk and it had a town square
and a high street of sorts, down which the column of men rode. They halted before a large house and the commander dismounted, to be greeted by the town worthies then they had trotted on over a