Be on duty on the part of, to my great delight, appointed Goloshumova. He was already being outfit slightly screwy. He added to the armory, where, among machines and masks hid a nest egg in the form of liter bottles of moonshine. Just before the chimes were Moidodyr a political officer and brought with them the kind words on the occasion of the holiday. The commander is, as always, turned out indistinctly. Even the words "new Year" He spoke with an accent that I thought for a moment that I was in the military unit somewhere in Kathmandu. Political officer brought me in sotsrealistichnoe present, showering congratulations to all assurances of taking care of our party. Almost all of the Politburo, on the basis of his words, I wish us success in the new year in combat and political training. Tipsy Yurik srygnul loudly while apparently wishing elders in response to a long life, but the political officer was so fascinated by his own singing, which is a manifestation of these things political immaturity paid no attention.
If I drank lemonade furnaces, there had ventilated cocktail "Evening", Which is slightly their views and tastes like champagne. Is that alcohol does not contain. Clinking glasses, I looked in his eyes Slavik. He was confused and it seems even blushed. Four guys from the sticky part of us, somewhere tasted moonshine, laughed together, despite the ridiculous humorists, perverts the first TV channel. Sergeants again went to the neighbors, added and dispersed to their beds. Primitive - I reasoned, sitting on the porch with Slavik. Real Christmas blizzard and "Dog in the manger". Once, as a child, I could not tear myself away from this film. Sentimental Slavik sat with me in the room and listened to Lenin sighing Boyarsky. Others, realizing the futility of his attempts to switch to the Polish program, resentful, dispersed. We were alone.
I wanted it now. As the New Year meet, so he will be held. The first hours of the year 89, the year of demobilization, wanted to spend with your favorite guy inside. But one thing - my desire, the other - it is. His gentle attitude toward me sometimes seemed strange until I realized that he just sees me as a girlfriend. And it applies to the girl. Here he is stroking my hand in the Lenin room. I embrace it. And I say what I want. Not here, of course. In the office of the Chief of Staff. He is afraid. He ashamed. He says that if you do so, do not know how to be able to look me in the eyes in the morning. Goosey as "as"? Thank you, of course. No! "What are you, like a dog who sits in the hay?"- Asks the words I Boyarsky rather Lope de Vega. Even more precisely, I do not know, in whose translation. I touch her lips to his powerful neck. Its voltage drops shortly. Slavik all somehow limp, I give him a hand. My Diana seems to be grimacing in pain from the unseen, which, she said, will come in the morning during the morning inspection of my eyes finally climbs down from his haystack. Stepping as quietly as possible, we sneak upstairs. Vile floorboards do not want to scale desecration of sacred space. Who knows, maybe, for them it is the first time. But I do know that it is not the last! ..
The light does not turn on. I lick his neck. Slavka trembles. Yeast. (He always wrote the word with two "Well"). Sweet, sweet ... His Adam's apple rolled relentlessly up and down, the boy did not have time to swallow his saliva run-on. Thinking that he is still more excitement than by burning desire, I gradually turn to sneak his chin and tongue to his lips. Timid attempt to turn suppressed the most brutal manner - I dig into his mouth. And I drink it together with the abundant saliva. His tongue timidly slides on predatory teeth, and finally mixed with mine. Strong hands raked me in his arms, I can not be turned out, to begin to undress him. Frees one hand and hard to unbutton his pants. Intense cock released from imprisonment in tight pants for him and a heavy stone falling into my hand. Warm, vibrant ... Gently fingering. Slavik sees clearly wants to say something. But now I firmly clenched his other hand. Almost screaming in my mouth, that now will end. Hardly time to fall to his knees ... The first spray of champagne New Year falling on my face. Under the main portion of the jaws I substitute. I dialed a mouth full of sweets. Slavik yells. It is unclear whether asks why, whether exclaims something. I once again its snout a centimeter from the cute little faces. He breathes heavily. I cling to his lips, and he tries for the first time on their own taste of semen, which I gratefully returned. As the change - are too large fee for my efforts. During the night of dreams about him. In the darkness, I see how he winces. But swallows. The seed is mixed with saliva and soluble in both of us. He again riser, about yourself and do not say. Sosa him. Rough hands eroshat back of my head. I interrupted only to drag themselves and it to nachshtabovsky table. On the road in a few steps, he casually touches my faithful friend. I understand this gesture in his own way, and here we are on the table. Jacks. It does not suck - kisses. As soon as the head of my faithful friend is immersed in hot humid space, one shoots. Slavik abruptly suspended, and I pour him by the collar. Rises. Swears. Himself to blame. I suppose when a chick Val, take off his shirt? Anyway tomorrow nobody podvorotnichki check will not. Well, if anything, do you say that perekrahmalil. Laughing. Then he climbs kissing. After completely undresses. I really want to turn on the light and look at it in all its glory. I feel like playing all his muscles. But you can not if few of our officers on the street alcoholics hanging around. Will be released in the NS office, would not believe that I write them filthy lists at this time. He teat eroticism. Almost screams when my long in every sense of the language of envelopes in the queue his nipples. They swell up so much that now and then come across my teeth. Man's hand like a vise, but very hot, squeezes my neck, and I am afraid to remain without cervical vertebrae. Slowly I go away from the nipple, but Slavik insisted I return to them. Through them tsezhu that tomorrow he does not know, and Slavik pushing my head to his faithful friend. Needless to say, that he is in full alert! I swallow entirely. Nice deep tickling in the throat. Restless head seems to have irritated esophagus. Slavik so deeply can not. But me and polshishki great. He gets tired first. My Intrans is completely ready to let a lone passenger. I rest on the table, and the passenger enters the spacious tram. Ostorozhno as if afraid that there will be a controller.
Tram "a wish"...
He is afraid of AIDS. I'm a fool, on his head he told him about the terrible and incurable disease, which Slavik never heard. And no wonder, I've read about it a couple of articles and then only those that sent me caring pidovki Moscow. They themselves did not believe it, but wanted to frighten, not knowing how to wean me from the soldiers. Envied ... Slavik long disagreed. I remembered that there is another, and syphilis. He demanded a condom. What can you do if there is no condom, which I just pulled on itself. Perhaps it is this phrase, I prevailed upon him. Passengers traveling without remained.
Perhaps it was the fucking fire. In the courtyard of a blizzard of chalk, and our hot bodies, joined together by a not very small pin, continued to slide on polished nachshtabovskogo table. Because of the difference in growth it was awkward to do it standing up, Slavik, and he fell on me. He was inseminated my womb, but continued as if nothing had happened. I got out of me just after discharged in the third. He is lounging on the table and took my breast spermatozoa. I smeared them himself. Later, however, he licked.
... I licked it completely, inhaling the aroma of a strong body. Burying in the armpit, I dreamed of how sweet it will be the remaining ten months. I asked stupidity. You liked it? He said nothing. I did not burden him with questions. Of course, he himself does not know. He stroked my hair, feeling motherfuckers. I kiss his hand before leaving. Early in the morning I have to come clean up. I wake up before anyone else and quietly passing by uzhratogo Goloshumova, tsyknuv on the way to the creaking floorboards, opened the doors of the cabinet, which will still stand the smell of sex. The smell of the soldier's love ...
Before you go to bed again, I look at the sweet sleeper Slavik and buried in the pillow, go to sleep, which again will return me to the office love. But this time, on the table instead of the battalion will Slavik lists. And for some reason, Jack of Diamonds ...