JacobFuller
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This is a fictional fantasy of soldiers gone crazy in the jungle heat
It was so hot that day in the jungle it was hard to keep the sweat from running off my forehead and into my eyes. I took off my shirt to let my chest breath. I wiped off the sweat from my rank pits on my cammo shirt. Years of the gym and football gave me a broad barrel chest, firm abs, and muscular biceps and forearms. I had the good sense not to take off my cammo pants and combat boots in the jungle. Who knows what plants or animals you might brush up against. I carried my semi-automatic rifle with a bayonet attached to the end. I knew the enemy liked hand to hand combat but if I could pick them off from a distance I’m happy.
I laid that day in a shallow ditch watching over the ridge. I knew that at any moment the enemy might come flooding over and it was my duty to repel them. My trip wires and explosives were set. I knew I was ready. I heard the approaching gunfire over the ridge and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was up to bat.
Off in the distance I could see something moving thru the jungle foliage. Sometimes it’s animals that get caught up in the battle but this time I could tell it was not an animal, at least not one that walked on four legs. Then, suddenly one of my trip wires set off an explosive and a man’s body went flying up in the air. After the smoke cleared I made sure there was no further movement. I got out of my hole and carefully walked over to where the body flew. It was definitely an enemy soldier. He lay sprawled against a large tree, his spine broken and blood flowing profusely from his nose and mouth. He likely had internal injuries. It didn’t look like he had any weapons. He looked up at me with sad eyes knowing that I had power over his life. It was my decision to put him out of his misery quickly or let him die slowly like so many of his kind let our troops die. I raised my rifle and stood there aiming at him. He knew he was done for. I pulled the trigger and three bullets ripped thru his chest.
I reached down and took off the dead corpse’s combat boots. I took a deep breath thru my nose to inhale his stinky foot sweat. Oh yea, that smelled so sweet. I grabbed the other boot and took another whiff. Oh man that was nice. I looked down at his bloody lifeless body and threw the boots down on his chest.
There were more sounds coming from the ridge. I ran over to my hole just in time for two more trip wires to go off. This was it. I was out of trip wires and I knew I was going to have to shoot to kill. I set up my rifle on the top of the hole and set my sight on the jungle. Nothing was moving. I waited for a few minutes and then against my better judgment crawled out of the hole. I walked over to a small clearing. Still nothing. I crept up to the edge of the clearing and peered into the jungle foliage. Suddenly two soldiers leapt toward me. I managed to get one shot off hitting one of the soldiers in the chest. The other one took me out. We struggled. He grabbed at my rifle but I managed to snatch it back. He lay on the ground below me. I raised my rifle above my head and ran the bayonet thru his belly. He screamed as he tried to get up, impaled by my bayonet in the ground. I stood up. I noticed he was weakening. I stepped on his chest and pulled the bayonet out and then thrust it back into his torso. He was finished.
I went to find the other soldier. He was nursing his wound and raised his hands up. I had none of that. I was pissed. I ran my bloody bayonet thru his guts and into a tree. I looked deep into his eyes and watched his lifeforce slowly leave his body until his head nodded forward and he fell limp on my rifle. I put my foot on the tree and yanked my bayonet out of it, the enemy was still stuck on it like a bale of hay. I threw him over on top of his buddy.
From behind I heard a yell. I turned to find another enemy running toward me with his bayonet pointed toward me. “Okay,” I thought. I pulled out my knife and kept it hidden. The enemy came close, I stepped aside, grabbed his rifle, and slashed his neck. He dropped his rifle and grabbed his neck trying to stop the blood from spurting out. He couldn’t speak. I took my knife and thrust it in his gut just above the belt buckle, pulling the serrated knife upward. His guts fell out as he fell to the ground next to his buddies. “This is fun,” I said.
I heard some more noise from the ridge and turned my attention in time to see three more soldiers coming toward me. I knew I couldn’t bayonet them all at once so I shot the closest one just above his prick. He fell to the ground and the other two I bayoneted as they were close enough. Within an hour of bayoneting and shooting enemy soldiers I had a nice pile of corpses going.
By now things had started to die down. I started to get bored so I went over to my death pile and found the guy that I thought was hottest. I stripped him naked to expose his thickly muscled torso, legs and arms. He wouldn’t know what hit him. He had been dead for a while so I began fisting his ass to make sure it wasn’t too tight for my cock. Luckily it wasn’t. I spit on my shaft and began to go to town on this corpse. I imagined him being awake and moaning, writhing in pain as I pummeled his ass. I swear I almost saw him turn but it was my pounding of his naked corpse that moved him around like a rag doll. I was so horny I almost shot my load. I slowed and took out my rock hard cock. I gave it two strokes, grunted a few times, and shot my warm man milk all over my death pile like it was lighter fluid.
I was exhausted. I just stood there admiring my work. The cum was all over my chosen corpse’s back as well as the back, sides, chest and faces of other corpses on my death pile. I held my cock in the palm of my hand. In about 20 minutes I could feel it getting hard again. Damn, I was so horny. I began stroking. Slowly at first but then faster, and faster, and faster. I closed my eyes tightly and pounded my hard cock, oblivious to everything around me. I was so horny I couldn’t hold it in much longer. I knew I had to shoot again. I knew I had to free it from the confines of my ball sack. I steadied myself. And in a loud grunt I could feel the white hot man juice boil up from my balls.
Then, suddenly I felt a shooting pain from the middle of my back. What was happening? I never had this happen when I came. I looked down at my belly and I saw a blunt object probing back and forth as if it was trying to find a place to break free. Then suddenly it pierced thru the skin and blood flowed freely out of my guts. I felt faint. My cock exploded with cumshot, my death wad. I turned to see an enemy soldier digging out my back with his bayonet. I knew this was the end. I could taste blood in my mouth. I was coughing it up. I grunted with each thrust of the soldier’s bayonet. My vision narrowed. I couldn’t see what was happening around me. Breathing became laborious as I fell on top of the death pile I meticulously worked so hard to create. I felt a hand flip me over on my back. I looked up at my soldier killer. He had a crazed look on his face. I was five minutes from biting it. I saw him look at the horror I created. He grabbed my half hard cock and balls. I tried to fight him off but I was too weak. He brandished a knife and with one quick slice cut off my cock and balls. I felt little pain at this moment. I was nearing the end. The last thing I saw was him raising his bayonet over my wasted bloody body. And then nothing.
It was so hot that day in the jungle it was hard to keep the sweat from running off my forehead and into my eyes. I took off my shirt to let my chest breath. I wiped off the sweat from my rank pits on my cammo shirt. Years of the gym and football gave me a broad barrel chest, firm abs, and muscular biceps and forearms. I had the good sense not to take off my cammo pants and combat boots in the jungle. Who knows what plants or animals you might brush up against. I carried my semi-automatic rifle with a bayonet attached to the end. I knew the enemy liked hand to hand combat but if I could pick them off from a distance I’m happy.
I laid that day in a shallow ditch watching over the ridge. I knew that at any moment the enemy might come flooding over and it was my duty to repel them. My trip wires and explosives were set. I knew I was ready. I heard the approaching gunfire over the ridge and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was up to bat.
Off in the distance I could see something moving thru the jungle foliage. Sometimes it’s animals that get caught up in the battle but this time I could tell it was not an animal, at least not one that walked on four legs. Then, suddenly one of my trip wires set off an explosive and a man’s body went flying up in the air. After the smoke cleared I made sure there was no further movement. I got out of my hole and carefully walked over to where the body flew. It was definitely an enemy soldier. He lay sprawled against a large tree, his spine broken and blood flowing profusely from his nose and mouth. He likely had internal injuries. It didn’t look like he had any weapons. He looked up at me with sad eyes knowing that I had power over his life. It was my decision to put him out of his misery quickly or let him die slowly like so many of his kind let our troops die. I raised my rifle and stood there aiming at him. He knew he was done for. I pulled the trigger and three bullets ripped thru his chest.
I reached down and took off the dead corpse’s combat boots. I took a deep breath thru my nose to inhale his stinky foot sweat. Oh yea, that smelled so sweet. I grabbed the other boot and took another whiff. Oh man that was nice. I looked down at his bloody lifeless body and threw the boots down on his chest.
There were more sounds coming from the ridge. I ran over to my hole just in time for two more trip wires to go off. This was it. I was out of trip wires and I knew I was going to have to shoot to kill. I set up my rifle on the top of the hole and set my sight on the jungle. Nothing was moving. I waited for a few minutes and then against my better judgment crawled out of the hole. I walked over to a small clearing. Still nothing. I crept up to the edge of the clearing and peered into the jungle foliage. Suddenly two soldiers leapt toward me. I managed to get one shot off hitting one of the soldiers in the chest. The other one took me out. We struggled. He grabbed at my rifle but I managed to snatch it back. He lay on the ground below me. I raised my rifle above my head and ran the bayonet thru his belly. He screamed as he tried to get up, impaled by my bayonet in the ground. I stood up. I noticed he was weakening. I stepped on his chest and pulled the bayonet out and then thrust it back into his torso. He was finished.
I went to find the other soldier. He was nursing his wound and raised his hands up. I had none of that. I was pissed. I ran my bloody bayonet thru his guts and into a tree. I looked deep into his eyes and watched his lifeforce slowly leave his body until his head nodded forward and he fell limp on my rifle. I put my foot on the tree and yanked my bayonet out of it, the enemy was still stuck on it like a bale of hay. I threw him over on top of his buddy.
From behind I heard a yell. I turned to find another enemy running toward me with his bayonet pointed toward me. “Okay,” I thought. I pulled out my knife and kept it hidden. The enemy came close, I stepped aside, grabbed his rifle, and slashed his neck. He dropped his rifle and grabbed his neck trying to stop the blood from spurting out. He couldn’t speak. I took my knife and thrust it in his gut just above the belt buckle, pulling the serrated knife upward. His guts fell out as he fell to the ground next to his buddies. “This is fun,” I said.
I heard some more noise from the ridge and turned my attention in time to see three more soldiers coming toward me. I knew I couldn’t bayonet them all at once so I shot the closest one just above his prick. He fell to the ground and the other two I bayoneted as they were close enough. Within an hour of bayoneting and shooting enemy soldiers I had a nice pile of corpses going.
By now things had started to die down. I started to get bored so I went over to my death pile and found the guy that I thought was hottest. I stripped him naked to expose his thickly muscled torso, legs and arms. He wouldn’t know what hit him. He had been dead for a while so I began fisting his ass to make sure it wasn’t too tight for my cock. Luckily it wasn’t. I spit on my shaft and began to go to town on this corpse. I imagined him being awake and moaning, writhing in pain as I pummeled his ass. I swear I almost saw him turn but it was my pounding of his naked corpse that moved him around like a rag doll. I was so horny I almost shot my load. I slowed and took out my rock hard cock. I gave it two strokes, grunted a few times, and shot my warm man milk all over my death pile like it was lighter fluid.
I was exhausted. I just stood there admiring my work. The cum was all over my chosen corpse’s back as well as the back, sides, chest and faces of other corpses on my death pile. I held my cock in the palm of my hand. In about 20 minutes I could feel it getting hard again. Damn, I was so horny. I began stroking. Slowly at first but then faster, and faster, and faster. I closed my eyes tightly and pounded my hard cock, oblivious to everything around me. I was so horny I couldn’t hold it in much longer. I knew I had to shoot again. I knew I had to free it from the confines of my ball sack. I steadied myself. And in a loud grunt I could feel the white hot man juice boil up from my balls.
Then, suddenly I felt a shooting pain from the middle of my back. What was happening? I never had this happen when I came. I looked down at my belly and I saw a blunt object probing back and forth as if it was trying to find a place to break free. Then suddenly it pierced thru the skin and blood flowed freely out of my guts. I felt faint. My cock exploded with cumshot, my death wad. I turned to see an enemy soldier digging out my back with his bayonet. I knew this was the end. I could taste blood in my mouth. I was coughing it up. I grunted with each thrust of the soldier’s bayonet. My vision narrowed. I couldn’t see what was happening around me. Breathing became laborious as I fell on top of the death pile I meticulously worked so hard to create. I felt a hand flip me over on my back. I looked up at my soldier killer. He had a crazed look on his face. I was five minutes from biting it. I saw him look at the horror I created. He grabbed my half hard cock and balls. I tried to fight him off but I was too weak. He brandished a knife and with one quick slice cut off my cock and balls. I felt little pain at this moment. I was nearing the end. The last thing I saw was him raising his bayonet over my wasted bloody body. And then nothing.
