The two soldiers worked quickly and efficiently, going through the buildings in the little village on the outskirts of Baghdad, checking to make sure the area was clear before the medical convey went through. The village had been deserted for some time, having been caught in several small battles because of its location on the main road. The soldiers didn't really expect to find anything here. The two moved together, in fluid motion. They had been working side by side for several months now, dependent upon and trusting each other with their very lives. They were having a boisterous and obscene conversation of what the two horny hunks planned to do to their girlfriends, Cindy and Sue, when they got back to the States. They hadn't had any in some time, and it showed in the tension in their voices when they talked of the sex they were missing. The day was sweltering, and, contrary to all of their training, they were down to thin T-shirts and fatigue shorts in addition to their heavy tool belts and combat boots.

They were working together in a back room of a crumbling mud-brick house that was almost hanging over the side of a cliff down to a ravine when a bomb blast rumbled nearby and collapsed the framing of the poorly constructed house in upon itself. As the walls came in upon each other and the ceiling drooped down, the two soldiers were thrown against each other in a small air pocket.

The lithe and wiry young blond's cheek was flattened against the back wall, which still held, although he could still hear the roaring of bomb blast in his ears. his hands were flung out, his palms leveraging against the wall.

The olive-skinned older Italian, the cut and horse-hung bodybuilder with curly black hair in abundance, had been flung up against the blond's back; his pelvis nestled up under the blond's buttocks.

The two huddled closely together as they waited out whatever might follow up the unexpected bombing, hoping that the walls of their prison would hold and that this wasn't the precursor to an all-out terrorist attack on them.

When all was quiet, the older man spoke: "Are you all right, Jake? Anything broken or hurting?"

"No, Mario, I seem to be in one piece, but you've got me pinned to the wall. Can you give me some slack?"

"I don't think I can. I have something biting into my back behind me here."

"Well, you have something pushing at me down here, you horny bastard."

"Sorry, it must have been our talk and me thinking of how I was going to stick it to Cindy."

The house shifted, and the two felt it totter toward the debris-filled ravine below.

"God, hold on Mario! Can the house possibly hold? Are we gonna die in here?"

The dark hunk's massive chest was heaving between the blond guy's shoulder blades from fear for their predicament, and his arms had wrapped around the blond guy's chest, his hands were buried in the pecs of the younger man. He couldn't help it; he was still horny from their earlier conversation, and his cock was engorging and pushing between the younger man's butt cleavage.

"You know, Jake," he said, his voice shaking, "This could be it for us. These could be our last moments." one of his hands slowly slid down the blond's abs and belly and went under the waist of his short and settled on the blond's cock, which responded immediately.

"Yes, I know, Mario. But what are you doing. Stop . . ."

But Mario didn't stop. He buried his face in the hollow of Jake's neck and kissed and sucked at him there. He stroked Jake's cock and fingered the bulbous knob at the end until Jake stopped fighting him and started moving his pelvis rhythmically with Mario's stroking.

Mario brought his left hand down, ran it under the rim of Jake's shorts and briefs, and pulled them down to below his butt. Then he pulled his own shorts and briefs down. He brought his hand up, spit on it a couple of times, and rubbed the saliva into and around Jake's asshole. He spat again into his own hand, and he rubbed that into the precum that was already bubbling out of his horse-hung cock. He placed the head of the cock at the asshole and just let it find its own way in, slowly at first, with a lot of objection and huffing and puffing from Jake.

But, as Jake shot off his own load down the mud-brick wall, he arched his back, lifting his pelvis against Mario, giving him wider entry. Mario's eight inches slid up into Jake, and, hands on the younger man's hips, he started pumping the blond deep. The ammunition clips and other gear attached to their belts clanked a tune as they swayed back and forth and clashed against each other.

The two moved together, in fluid motion. Jake's objections and pants and huffs had slowly changed into sighs and moans and dirty talk of being plowed deep and loving it.

At first Mario just saw this as a relief of the stress of the moment. But as the helmet of his cock was grabbed by Jake's sphincter and drawn in, Mario began to think this was almost as good as fucking Cindy. The head of his cock rubbed against Jake's prostate and the younger man shuddered and moaned. Mario's hands went to Jake's flat, hard belly and followed the hard line up his abs and to his chest, curved but flat, clefted but hard, nipples standing out taut, leaping to attention at Mari's touch. Mario, the bodybuilder, the worshiper of hard bodies, realized that this body of Jake's was even more of a turn on than the soft curves and flopping breasts of Cindy. His hands traveled down to Jake's small waist and hollowed hips and rounded, but solid butt cheeks. Down to those hard, heavily muscled thighs. His cock leapt with joy at the new-found excitement of the swaying of the hard, musk-smelling body under his command, responding to him as Cindy rarely did, and realized that this, in fact, was a whole lot sexier than fucking Cindy. Jake's ass was tighter than either Cindy's cunt or ass, and his strong canal muscles expanded and contracted, sending Mario into ecstasy and lengthening him as Cindy had never done.

Jake responded to the ever-deepening plowing and pumping by turning his face to Mario's and going into a deep, moan-filled kiss. Although he and Sue had engaged in dildo play many times before, nothing had gone to the center of him and filled him and stretched him and stirred his senses of desire as did this churning monster cock of Mario's. He got his hands down and behind Mario and dug them into his ravisher's butt cheeks, holding him in, willing him to plow even deeper, wanting to feel his hot cum fountaining up into his stomach.

Through their panting and moaning, they heard voices and the sound of wood being thrown aside.

"I think they're coming for us. I think they've found us," Jake moaned. "God, I hope it's the good guys."

"And I think I'm cumming too," Mario muttered through clinched teeth. And he did just that, shooting off inside Jake in heavy and deep spasms of cum. This had been a whole new, rock-busting experience. He now thought he could get it up for a hottie like Jake tonight before he could for Cindy, even if she were here and minimally covered in that black lace teddy of hers.

The two pulled their shorts up and adjusted their positions as best they could. The sounds of American voices came closer, calling their names. They had been saved. It was the good guys

"We'll not mention this to the other guys, I don't think," Mario whispered to Jake.

"No, for sure not," Jake answered.

"But I won't forget this," Mario said.

There was a moment of silence.

"Want to go get a beer after we clean up and get back to camp?" Jake tossed out.

"Sure. And then we'll have to go looking for someplace real private like."

"Right."