Life in the barracks is always a little more somber when Spazz isn't around. I'm a higher-ranking officer than he is, so he usually gets permissions more easily, while I have more matters to answer to. I think the kid's getting tired with the army anyway. He probably found what he was looking for coming here, and now he feels he has another world to go back to. He often told me about what his life was before, with his friends and his mom. He had his troubles too, likely more than other kids his age, but he didn't enroll because he had nothing to lose. It just makes sense for him to quit. I'm not in love with him, but he's important to me. Better yet, he carries that aura of happiness and purity that he acquired here, and now that he left, it leaves quite a big hole in my restricted circle of friends.

Anyway, I'm leaving on a nice, long permission myself pretty soon. The higher officers are running out of things to make me responsible of, and my repeated requests for leaves are starting to make the civilians working with us talk. In their perspective, the person comes first instead of the soldier. Finally, it paid off. I've finally been given a final date. After that, I'm packing my stuff and going back to my hometown. I'm looking forward to kissing my mom's cheek, and bantering with my father. I'm also ready to hear them lightly guilt-tripping me about not having a wife, or any desire to form a family. I love these guys, and even if I'm getting old, it's still very obvious I'm from a whole new generation of people. My dad should simply be happy I became a soldier like he had been.

I'll be getting in touch with Spazz as soon as I get out. We exchange emails regularly. He has found himself a cute little apartment, and a part-time job as a coat check clerk at a local gay club. The little money and tips he makes there, along with the money he gets from the army, allow him to live a pretty comfortable life. He also says he feels good returning to the gay lifestyle after getting some confidence back. What a moral wreck he was when he first enrolled. It's crazy what 8-9 years shooting guns, camping out and living the hard life can do to a guy in terms of self-confidence. I pride myself in thinking I helped him out.

I don't have many scars myself. I was always this kind of no-nonsense leader type. People looked up to me, and I never really thought about taking advantage of it. I thought that everything I wanted in life, I could obtain without having to compromise my morals or acting like a jerk. It's a good thing my highest ambition in life so far is to get myself a little cottage and have a few fishing trips every year.

I cross another day off my calendar, flipping the marker between my fingers. Next month, I'm getting out of here. I'm driving home, I'm setting my feet on the table and paying that sexy lizard hunk his trip here. I miss caressing his toned, lithe body and feeling him bouncing over my cock. As I flop on my bunk, I grab my arousing shaft, giving it a few jerks, feeling the hung length throbbing in my grasp as I start stroking myself off, thinking of all the naughty things I did with Spazz, through his late teens to his mid-twenties. What a sex bomb that hottie is. He doesn't mention it a lot in his emails, but I bet he's getting laid like a maniac where he is. Hopefully I can get my paws on him before he goes steady with someone.

I growl out as I reach my climax, my fist quickly pumping the thick pink shaft, hot spurts of cum blasting from my tip over the wooden floor, slickening and messing up my paw as I finish myself off. "Mmff.." I let out, slowly releasing my sticky shaft, mindlessly inhaling the scent of musk and cum in the dormitory.

I hope this is my country's last war.

Qorr doesn't get enough art love, so I thought it was appropriate to get him a sexy pinup from Twinkle. I really love his abs in there, fuck. >_>

Qorr -> stripes
Art by supa supa artist twinkle-sez kawaii desu ne.