So I was thinking about Black Holes.
Er – he was what?
Well, I was thinking about Black Holes, and I was thinking I hadn't done an M4F in a while – and this is what happened. And it's OK – there isn't any science :-). But it really is surprising where Black Holes can take you – even just thinking about them (blush).
So anyway. Here’s EVENT HORIZON. Over to y’all...
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EVENT HORIZON
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They made us march.
That's what the Army does, when it's not actually trying to kill you. It makes you march. Well, sometimes they make you paint things. Or clean rocks with a toothbrush, so visiting Generals don't actually have to know dirt exists. But mostly?
Mostly, they make you march.
So they made us march, and I'm marching. I'm marching, and my left is going right and my right is going left, and my arms are swinging – and I don't care. I don't fucking care. Because this march is the best march I've ever been on. It's better than the first one, when we all joined up to fight the enemy because – well, we had no idea why really. Mostly because we were all fucking stupid. We thought were all going to be heroes, because the other side were all cowards and would run as soon as we arrived. Well they weren't, and they didn't. They weren't, and they didn't, and marching turned out to be just another way of getting somewhere else so we could lose some more fucking friends, while we hoped it was them and not us.
But not this time.
Not this time because this time we're all in our Number 2s, and there's not a spot of fucking mud and not a spot of fucking blood on any of us, and there's no guns firing and there's going to be just as many of us at the end of the march as started out. Because the fucking war is fucking over – and Johnny is fucking home. He's home whether he's called Johnny or Jack, or Mickey or Ben. And we're here, and we're marching. And if I didn't know Sergeant MacAllister can still somehow see every one of us, and can still put me on a fucking charge until my Number 2s are just a memory and I'm in a bad suit on civvy street, I'd be smiling wider than wide.
I march.
I march, and the drums are drumming, though I still flinch when I hear one go bang, and the bugles blow – and they're not blowing Last Post because some more didn't come back. They're just blowing, and I've never loved them so much in my fucking life. And I march, because I can see you up ahead, and you're smiling, and you're in your best dress, and as I march past you blow me a kiss, and you wink. And it's that special wink you have, and I know what that means – and if I could fucking run to the end of this march I'd run, and to fuck with Sergeant MacAllister.
And like every other march, this one comes to an end. It comes to an end, and the brass stand up and tell everyone how they won the war, and try to pretend we, the cannon meat, weren't there too. But I don't care. I don't care because you're wearing your best dress, and you're winking your best wink, and the only marching I'm going to do is right into your fucking arms. And I'm hoping my dress 2s aren't showing anything, because my cock is so fucking hard. And eventually the Generals are done congratulating themselves, and the Parade Officer says we can stand easy – and nobody moves a fucking muscle until Sergeant Mac's eyebrow twitches.
But twitch it does, and easy it is, and at last I'm done marching. I'm done marching, and you're there, and your arms are round me, and you're kissing me, and it doesn't matter, because everyone's kissing someone, even one of the fucking Generals. And my cock is so fucking hard, and I know you're going to feel it, and I don't know what to do in case you stop kissing me. But your tongue is in my mouth, and your hands are on my ass, and you're pulling me close - and as your tongue ties mine into knots, and licks, I feel your hips move, and your hips twist – and your cunt presses onto my cock and pushes hard. And for a moment you stop kissing me, and your lips are at my ear, and you whisper – 'Thank god for that, Johnny-boy.' And your hips twist, and your hips press, and I swear I'm going to fucking come right there. But somehow I don't. And you pull me close, and you kiss me hard, and your breasts press against me, and I can feel your nipples on my chest, and they're fucking hard too. And I know the only way I should feel them is if there's something you should be wearing, but aren't wearing – and you see me realise, and you pull me closer and rub your hard nipples on me, and you wink that wink again – our wink. And for a moment, your mouth leaves mine again, and you whisper again in my ear, and you tell me that's not all you're not wearing, and the sooner we can get somewhere I can find out just what, and do something about it, the happier you're going to be.
So we leave the crowds, and we leave the drums still drumming far behind me. And you link your arm in mine, and for a moment, your hand drops to my hard cock – and you smile. And we walk, arm in arm and your head on my shoulder. And you say it must have been bad, and I say it was, and you say it’s OK if I don’t want to talk about it, and I say I don’t – unless it’s to you, because there’s nothing I ever don’t want to talk about to you, just to have you near me to listen, and to see your eyes and feel your breath on me. And I tell you how I used to talk to you in the trenches, and how I’d imagine you’d answer, and how it was the only thing that kept me going, to have you to come back to. And you ask me if I was scared of the enemy, and I tell you I was - but how I was more scared of Sergeant fucking MacAllister behind me, so I went over the top anyway.
And you smile, even though there’s a tear there, and the flash of the setting sun makes the tear gleam burning red.
But we’re in the woods, and I can barely hear the marching drummers and the bugles, and we’re in the glade we used to come to, with the one tree in the middle, and we walk to the tree, and you set your back to it, and you turn round, and you lift my hands, and you put them on your breasts, and your nipples are hard under my hands, and my cock is so fucking hard, and you put my fingers on the buttons of your dress, the red ones that run down the front – and you tell me to undo them. And I say that’s madness, because we’re in the woods, and anyone could come here, and you say you don’t care, and you want me to take your dress off, and anyway, and you grin your grin and wink your wink, my fingers seem to have got the idea, for aren’t they undoing your buttons already? And they are, and they do, and your dress slips down, and your breasts are bare in the breeze, and as your dress slips down I know you meant what you said, when you said there was something else you weren’t wearing, because your stockings are smooth on your legs, but your cunt is bare too.
And my cock is so fucking hard.
And I don’t know what to say, because you’re you, and because I’ve waited so long for this, and because I want to be a gentleman – but I really don’t. So I try to joke, and ask if you really want to lie back and think of England right now. And you say you’ve done a lot of lying back, even if it was in a bed without me, and it wasn’t fucking England you were thinking of, but it was fucking me. And I’ve never heard you say that word before, and I can feel the red flushing my cheeks, and it’s me who’s blushing. But you laugh, and it’s a glorious laugh, and you drop down to your knees, and you undo my belt, and you undo my zip, and my cock is so fucking hard, and you take it out, and you look up at me, and you lick your lips – and you take my cock in your mouth and suck. And good girls don’t do that, and good girls don’t even know about that, and I have no idea how you know, and I don’t know if I want to know, but your lips are tight on my hardness, and you suck, and you reach back to my ass and pull me hard into your face, and you’re looking up at me, and you wink. And I can’t stop my hips from moving, and I thrust into your mouth, and your lips tighten on me and your tongue swirls round me, and I thrust and i thrust and I thrust. And I want it to last forever, and it’s been so long, but you suck and you tease, and somehow know how to make it last – and my cock is so_fucking_hard.
And you take your mouth off me, and you reach up to me, and you pull me down to you, and you take my shirt off, and my pants, until I’m naked with you. And you tell me how Maggie Fletcher, that girl I was always pining for in school and you grin and tell me not to deny it, because everyone knew, and it’s nothing that upsets you, well, you tell me how she lost her house to a bomb, and her money, and she had to make her way, and she did it on her back because she had no other way. And you tell me how everyone else stopped talking to Maggie, but you didn’t, and Maggie told you things, and taught you things, and you didn’t do them with anyone, but you wanted to do them with me. And you roll onto your front, and you spread your legs, and you reach back and you pull your ass cheeks apart – and you tell me to put it in. And I don’t know what you mean, or I don’t want to, or I do want to but I’m blushing red too much, so you laugh and you tell me to put my fucking cock in your fucking ass hole, and that I’ll like it. So I kneel behind you and I put the tip of my cock where you tell me to, and I push – but it’s tight, and I can’t get it in. And you laugh, but it’s a nice laugh, and you tell me to push hard, and not to worry, and I push and I push – and my cock starts to slide in. And you are so fucking tight, and so fucking warm there, and you tell me to push deep, and to pretend it’s your cunt, and to ride you like it was your cunt. And I push my cock into your ass, and I pull and I push, and I am so fucking hard, and you are so fucking tight, and it’s amazing. And I ask you if you like it, and you tell me you love it. And you tell me how Maggie showed you how, with a candle, and you giggle because you say you can feel my cock shivering and getting harder inside you when you tell me you were with Maggie, and she was using a candle on you, in you.
And you slip, and you slide, and you roll, and I pull out of you,. And you slide down me, and your mouth closes over my cock again, and I tell you you’re mad, because it’s been – well, where it’s been. And I feel your lips grin round my cock, and you slip your mouth off for a moment, and you tell me you don’t fucking care, because it’s nothing that wasn’t in you already, and Maggie said some men liked girls to do it, and you hoped I did, because you liked doing it. And you slip and you shimmy, and you roll me on my back, and your knees come down either side of my head, and your cunt is over my mouth, and you ask me if I’m thirsty – and you take my cock in your mouth again. And your cunt is there, and you’re sucking me, and my tongue slips into you, and I feel you moan round my cock as I lick into your slit.
And I am so very fucking hard.
And again you slip, you slide, you roll, and your face is next to mine. And you kiss me.and I kiss you, and our tongues dance again. And you wrap me in your arms, and you’re smiling as wide as I am, and you ask me if you can ask me something. And you tell me how you sort of liked Maggie using the candle on you, and you tell me how Maggie told you men like to think of girls together, and to think of having more than one girl in bed, and if I don’t mind, Maggie is coming round tonight, and if I don’t mind, you and Maggie will both be in bed with me tonight, and if I don’t mind, I can do anything to either of you, anything I want, or to both of you, and both of you will do anything together I want you to as well, and I can watch. And you tell me how it’s alright if that makes her a bad girl, so long as I don’t mind. Because Maggie told you sometimes it’s good to be a bad girl, but that sometimes bad girls need a spanking – and you tell me how Maggie showed you, and gave you a spanking, and you tell me it was kind of nice, to be over Maggie’s knee and have Maggie spank you, and you tell me how maybe I should spank you too sometimes, and maybe spank Maggie as well, and that Maggie wouldn’t mind and you wouldn’t either.
And my fucking cock is so fucking hard.
And you slide down me, and your mouth closes over my cock again, and I tell you you’re mad, because it’s been – well, where it’s been. And I feel your lips grin round my cock, and you slip your mouth off for a moment, and you tell me you don’t fucking care, because it’s nothing that wasn’t in you already, and Maggie said some men liked girls to do it, and you hoped I did, because you liked doing it. And you slip and you shimmy, and you roll me on my back, and your knees come down either side of my head, and your cunt is over my mouth, and you ask me if I’m thirsty – and you take my cock in your mouth again. And your cunt is there, and you’re sucking me, and my tongue goes out, and it slips into you, and I feel you moan round my cock as I lick into your slit.
And I am so very fucking hard.
And it must be something in the air, or maybe it’s my blushing, but I feel something in my throat, and I cough. And I cough, and there’s a red spot on your skin. And I cough, and there’s more red, and it’s on your face. And I cough, and the red comes, but you don’t seem to notice, and you just smile, and ask me if I’d like to spank you, and to spank Maggie, and to have you both either side of me in bed. And you’re smiling, but you’re crying, and your tears are red, and I’m crying because I know what they are.
And I’m still coughing, and the cough is louder, or maybe it’s the drummers, and they’re marching here, because the drums are getting louder. And they’re louder, and they’re louder, and it’s not the drummers, it’s the fucking 18 pound-ers, and it’s not the air and it’s not my blushing, because I can feel the blood bubbling in my throat, and I can feel the bullet going through me. And it should be fast, but it’s so slow, and it should be through me, but it’s in me, and they say you never hear the one that gets you, but I can’t tell because there are so fucking many of them, and it feels like I’m falling, but everything is so slow, and I can see the bullets flying past me, but they’re not flying because they’re still, sat in the air, and I can feel the one in me, and I know it’s killing me, and I know I’ll never march into your arms. And I should be falling, but I’m not falling. And my cock is so fucking hard, and I don;t know why it’s hard, but the ambulance girls used to tell stories of finding the ones who never came back, and sometimes they were hard.
And I never believed them. But I do now.
And they say your life flashes in front of you when you get yours, but this isn’t my life, because it hasn’t happened yet, and now it never will. And the 18 pound-ers pound, and they sound like drummers drumming, and I fall, though I know I’ll never land – and I die forever.
And the 18 pound-ers fade, and the drummers drum. And my left is my right and my right is my left, and my arms swing, and I can see you waiting up ahead.
And I march.