I Won't Die A Virgin in the Trenches

The motors howled overhead every twenty minutes. We all ducked for cover but kept our eyes to the sky, hoping to see a flag on the airplane above which came from one of our allies. Or better yet, one of our own boys flying up there. It wasn’t always one of ours. Sometimes that plane flying above had a Japanese or Swastika flag marking its wings. And if so, all you could do is pray to whatever god you believed in, hoping it was out of bombs or that its load wouldn’t drop on your head. And if you don’t have a god you pray to; well, you probably didn’t last long out there.

That was the first time in my life when I didn’t want a load dropped on my head. You see, no law was passed yet for “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. They really didn’t give a shit for asking about your sexual preference when you signed up to be dropped in the middle of hell on earth. They were taking everyone they could and drafting those they couldn’t. A quarter of the boys here didn’t sign up for this. But they stood next to you and would give their life to defend yours if they had to.

But for me it was personal. I come from a family of those who the Nazis were sending to the camps. Camps, by the way, we later learned weren’t so “camp-like”. And that’s why I was the first in line at the local recruitment center. I was put into expedited training and dropped in the thick of it roughly about a year before this.

I was just 17 years old when I signed my name on that dotted line, knowing full well my life could very likely end in the dedication to my flag. But like I said, they didn’t ask questions. So, I just lied on my application and said I was 18. But that was a year before this and it’s hard to distinguish one day to the next out there.

It was early June, 1940-something. Our company was sent to France to retake the coastline from the invading German forces. Our boss’s boss knew if Germany took the coast, they would have yet another stronghold to take off and land their planes in hopes they would slowly take over Great Britain. So, it was our job to be put smack dab in the middle of it and kill as many enemies of the state that we could from the ground.

We landed there a few days before this and ever since, some of us have been digging trenches in the sand and dirt. Others have been pointing their guns at the horizon, closely looking for any black barrels which would come poking out over the mounds further up the coast. The best feeling in the world came over all of us with every inch we advanced.

Eventually we took the coastline. Most of us started collecting out fallen and carried them back to awaiting ships. Some of us had some mercy and covered the fallen Germans in sand. Others made their way inland, knowing we won the battle but still had a war on our hands. But for me, I was scared shitless. We all were but I was trembling in my boots. My sand-covered, blood-soaked boots.

On the night before we set out to take back the coast, I remember spending the night in a temporary shelter they had put up for us near the coast of Britain. It was a large tent with bunk beds lining the inside. And inside, it slept roughly a couple dozen men.

We all knew most of us wouldn’t make it back so we didn’t bother playing any card games that night. What was the point in enjoying our lives when we had so little of it left? When we first started fighting in this war, we tried introducing ourselves to everyone we met while at these strongholds. But eventually, you learn enough names and see the same names fall to a bullet, a mine, or an airdrop that you just stop learning other people’s names. Or just stop wanting to.

We didn’t take a shower that night knowing how dirty we would get the next day. To some, including me, it didn’t matter if I died smelling like shit. I was dead so what would I care?

But we didn’t get that much sleep that night. Through the plastic, tarp-like windows of the tent we were staying in, the outside lights shined through. It was enough to keep us all awake. I remember seeing off in the corner of the tent one man, younger than I was, writing a letter as he sobbed and soaked the page. He put his letter underneath his pillow hoping that if he didn’t make it back, someone would send the letter back home.

But writing letters was pointless. We all knew that. We all wrote them at one point out there but what could you say to your family which wouldn’t hurt them more than they were already hurting? So, we stopped writing home.

That night, you could look around the room and see every man in the tent, one by one, taking a hand to their cock and beating off as if it were the last time they would ever do so. It was very odd from time to time. I mean, you could hear everyone in the tent as they jacked off. It wasn’t like these bunkbeds were built so well that they were creak-free. But every so often, I would say about one in every four to five men, would softly call out the name of their wife, their fiancé, girlfriend, and for a few, they’d call out the name of their favorite actress. It was just odd knowing the names of their wives or girlfriends but not even knowing their names. After that night, I knew more about their families back home than I did about them.

We didn’t have a system that night and it wasn’t like we took turns. But each of us had our turn at blowing our loads into our sheets. When it was my turn, I decided to follow in the other men’s footsteps and as I was about to shoot my load, I whispered out the name of my secret crush back home. His name was Eric by the way and he was a well-built man with a chiseled face. He had gone off to the war effort around the same time I did but I had no idea if he was even still alive. Unless they were family members, we didn’t hear of anyone’s fate until we got back home years later and started asking around.

No one seemed to mind and no one asked any questions that night as to why I called out the name of a man, not a woman. I guess either everyone had their minds so wrapped up in their own fear that they didn’t even hear it that night or they put themselves in my shoes and understood. They understood that we might be marching into our own graves the next day so what was the harm in jacking off, thinking about another man? Wouldn’t you want to think about who you really wanted to fuck before storming a beach with machine guns aimed at you?

But that was a few days before this and everyone here had their assignments. Advance further, leave no fallen soldier behind, or clean up the beach from the fallen Nazis. I was luckily assigned to clean up the beach rather than advancing further. We could still hear the gunfire from the distance and like I said, every twenty minutes or so we would hear a plane above.

I made my way to the far end of the beach and it was my job to cover the fallen enemies in sand. If the boy on the ground was one of ours or one of our allies, I summoned another of our boys to help me carry him back to the awaiting ships to take him back home to his family.

Eventually the beach started to clear up. All of our boys were sailed off in the distance and I was one of the last still on the beach.

Near the end of the long stretch of ocean-front, the sand took a turn to the right. In fact, if you stood around the corner no one on the beach could see you because of the ten or so foot high mound of sand which was built up at the end of the long coast-line. I was sent around the corner to check for any last of the fallen while the others in my company headed back up the beach to the boats which were about a mile away. If I found anyone of ours, I was to holler for another to come back and help. If I found one of theirs, I had my shovel to cover him with sand. And if there was no one, I was to run to catch up with the others.

One of the boys in my company asked our commanding officer if he could stay back with me as well, just in case we found one of our boys. His rational was sound. One of our boys shouldn’t have to spend a second longer, face down in the sand than he has to. My CO applauded his wish and told us to hurry for we were being sent back to Britain to regroup and get more supplies for those who advanced further inland.

The others in my company started marching up the coast as this other volunteer and I went around the sand-mound and the corner. That’s when we spotted a man with his red arm-band, which we knew only meant he was a soldier of Hitler, lying face down in the sand. My guess was he tried to sneak up on us from the side and one of our boys was too smart to be fooled.

As I approached the body of the man and pushed my shovel into the sand so I could start covering him, my fellow soldier started to speak freely. He was around my same age, skinny from having not eaten much since the war began, and had thick, brown hair.

“I heard you the other night. You know, in the tent.”

“Listen, we were all very scared that night and said stuff we didn’t mean to say” I replied.

“But I don’t think you lied. You see, people tend not to lie when they’re scared. That’s when most of us tell the truth.”

“So what if I did tell the truth? Go ahead and tell our CO, he’s not going to waste time and resources sending me back home when we can use all the help we can get out here.”

“I don’t think you understand. My name’s not Eric but I’m just like you.”

“So what is your name then?”

“Troye. And you?”

“Alex. Nice to meet you.” I replied as I shook the boy’s hand.

“Listen, I have a proposal for you but if you accept, we have to move fast.”

“Alright, go ahead.”

“I’m 19 and my name was drawn from their stupid lottery system back home. I’m not supposed to be here right now. But seeing that I am and seeing that any day we can be sent into the middle of gunfire…”

“Just spit it out Troye.”

“I don’t want to die a virgin. I want to know what it’s like to have my dick inside a man at least once.”

“So, what exactly are you proposing?”

“We’re alone right now and if we act fast, we can both die happy.”

“Alright, I don’t want to die a virgin either” I replied to Troye as I made my way closer to him and started reaching my hand down below his belt.

Little did I know, he was already rock-solid and ready to go. So, I unzipped his fly with my other hand as we began to kiss each other. I poked his cock out through the hole and felt no need to bend down to give him a blow. We both knew what we really wanted and we didn’t have time to exchange the pleasantries of tasting each other before we stuck each other’s dicks in our asses. After all, he was already standing at a full salute. Giving his whistle a blow would have been a giant waste of time.

I quickly unlocked my belt buckle and dropped my pants to the ground. Then, I turned around and leaned up against the sand mound to the side from where we stood, allowing my ass to be open for business. Troye quickly spat on his hand a few times before rubbing his cock and lubricating it for its maiden voyage.

He got up close behind me and I could feel the wind blowing past my hardened cock and sack, right there on the beachside. I felt his head as it knocked on my back door and slowly made its way inside. It hurt like hell but I knew if I didn’t suffer through, I wouldn’t be able to return the favor.

As soon as he was fully inside, he began thrusting back and forth as fast as he could. We knew we didn’t have much time before our CO would begin thinking we deserted our company and would send someone to go looking for us. So, he pumped faster and faster with every thrust.

After about five minutes, I knew it was taking him too long. I know in normal situations, a boy our age should last much longer. We’d normally have time to rub each other down with oils, put on some romantic music, light a few candles, and slowly make love to each other, enjoying every second we had out dicks deep inside each other. But, in our situation there on the beach, Troye didn’t have time to enjoy it. He just needed to fuck me, cum in my ass and switch places.

“We’re running out of time.” I told him as I felt him slide in and out of my ass once more.

“I’m trying. I’m almost there.” He replied.

But I knew if I just let him go, we wouldn’t have time to switch places. He would no longer be a virgin but I would. And I wasn’t about to let that happen. I quickly pulled forward as I felt his shaft be expunged from my ass.

“What the fuck dude!” he yelled at me.

“You felt what it was like in my ass. You had your chance to cum and couldn’t. So, now I have to finish the job.” I replied as a knelt down in front of him and put his cock in my mouth. It still tasted like my ass but I didn’t have time to care, let alone complain.

I put his mushroom head inside my mouth and grabbed the rest of his shaft with my right hand. I started to suck on his tip as I stroked his shaft with my hand as fast as I could. A minute or so later, he started shooting his load into my mouth and I quickly swallowed every drop before standing up to switch places with him.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his ankles. Troye bent over onto the same spot of the sand mound I was leaning on moments ago. I spat onto my hand and massaged my shaft for one or two strokes. You know, just enough to slather it in my juices.

I knew we didn’t have much time left. More than likely, our CO already sent out one of the other boys in our company to come searching for us. So, I didn’t waste time going into Troye’s ass slowly. I just rocketed it into him in one smooth thrust forward of the hips.

“Oww! Fuck dude, take it easy back there.” He called out to me.

“Maybe if you fucked me harder we would have time to take it easy.” I replied as I began fucking his brains out. His ass was so tight and warm, it didn’t take me nearly as long as it took him inside of me. Before you knew it, I was about to explode inside of him.

But in that moment, I looked over and saw the dead German lying there, face down in the sand. I knew to animals like him, boys like Troye and I who fucked other men, weren’t considered human. So, I pulled my gun out of Troye’s ass and made my way a few feet over to his lifeless body. I started stroking myself until, seconds later, I started shooting my cum bullets all over the German’s uniform and the back of his head.

Troye quickly pulled up his pants and tucked his package back out of view. And after a few seconds of standing there, holding my now-lowering cock in my hand, staring at the dead soldier now covered in my cum, I did the same.

“Holy shit dude. Why didn’t you shoot it in me? Troye asked me.

“I already know I’m not going to heaven for what I’m thinking about all the time and especially not after what I just did with you. So, what was the harm in one more thing to answer to at those gates?”

“Well, grab your shovel. We have to cover him and get back.”

“What do you mean? I already covered him. Some of us deserve a flag on our grave. Others deserve little white droplets and spit as our headstone.”

“Fair enough” he replied as he and I started making our way around the corner and back down the beach towards our boat. Later that night when we got back to our compound on the other side of the English Channel, him and I didn’t speak to each other over dinner but he sat right next to me. We were two of the only men who decided to take a shower that night before going back to our bunkbeds. The tent we stayed in was now half-empty. Some of the men didn’t make it back. Others were part of the forces who went further inland.

We were the last to get in the showers that night and everyone else left the shower room before we did. We stood side by side, using the same shower head. After I knew we were alone, I started to look down at him and noticed he was getting hard again for me. And his eyes were peeled down at my package as well.

I quickly looked back up at his beautiful face and he looked right into my eyes with a smile. Before I could enjoy that moment, he dropped to his knees and put my cock in his mouth. This time, we could enjoy each other a little more and though he thrusted his head on and off my dick quite fast, he took his sweet time tasting me in that shower.

Before too long, I started firing my load onto the back of Troye’s throat. He kept going for a little while, ensuring my entire load was emptied into his mouth. That was before he stood up and whispered into my ear, “What do you say we give this another try?”

“What do you mean?”

“I never had a chance to finish inside of you.”

I just smiled at him before raising my hands above my head and spread them out on the shower wall in front of us. My ass was his landing strip once again. He took some soap and lathered up his stiff cock before plunging it deep into my ass with one smooth shove. I guess he wanted to get his revenge on me. ‘Fair enough’ I thought to myself even though it hurt like hell.

This time, he took his sweet time fucking my brains out. After a minute or so it felt like the best feeling I have ever felt before. Having his dick up my ass felt better than when I shot my own loads. And after about ten minutes, he started pulling on my hair on the back of my head. That was right before he started shooting his gun off inside my ass. And it felt fucking unbelievable to have his warm load, plunged deep inside of me.

As his dick slid out of me, I turned around and looked down just in time to see little droplets of cum dripping down from the slit at the tip of his softening cock. We quickly hopped out of the shower and went back to our beds in the large tent.

The next morning, we again sat together at breakfast. This time, he started asking me more about myself. So, I told him. I normally didn’t try to make friends anymore, too afraid they would fall like the rest of the friends I made there, but after fucking each other, I felt knowing who this boy was a little better, wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“Where are you from?” he asked me. After I told him which city I was born and raised in, he just started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked him.

“You still don’t get it do you?”

“Get what?”

“I’m from the same town.”

“No way. Prove it.”

“Okay.” He replied as he took his dog tags off from around his neck and handed them to me.

“Eric Daniels, 242 South Second Street…” I read from his tag as I sat there in utter confusion.

“You don’t recognize me with my uniform on, do you?”

“I though you said your name was Troye.”

“Well, after I heard you jacking off that night to some guy named Eric, I had to know which Eric you were thinking about. Because if you were thinking about the Eric from back in your hometown, that’s me.”

“But I told you it was the Eric from back home. How come I didn’t realize it was you?”

“I don’t know but I enjoyed you not knowing it was me.”

“So wait, I lost my virginity to the man I always wanted to lose my virginity to?”

“So did I.” he replied.

Him and I were lucky enough to stay on that base for a few more years, just loading ammunition onto planes. Luckily, we never had to go back across the channel to fight. We had our occasional fun times in the showers together and eventually made it back home where we moved in together right after the war was over.

But that was several years ago now. And that’s the story of how your grandfather and I began our relationship. Right there on the beaches of France.