Private Kevin O'Riley lay wide awake in his bunk. The sounds of forty?three other men sleeping, snoring, farting and making all the other night sounds common to the barracks were not what was keeping the trooper from falling asleep. No .. he had something else on his mind .. a midnight date with Private Simpson from Company L of the Second Cavalry. As soon as the midnight head count was made, he planned to make his way down to the river. So he patiently lay beneath his wool blankets .. fully dressed in his blue fatigues. He was already stroking his dick .. anticipating some hot sex with his lover.

At the first stroke of midnight on the company clock, two members of the guard came shuffling down the center aisle .. routinely counting each bed .. nudging blankets every now and then to make sure there was someone beneath the bedding. A growl or grunt confirmed the count and the two cavalrymen would move on. The flickering light from their coal?oil lantern danced across the walls and ceiling of the frame barracks.

O'Riley's bunk was the last in the line. He panicked for a moment .. in his planned hasty departure, he had forgotten to remove his boots. What if the troopers shook him and they accidentally discovered his intentions. He would be sentenced to least thirty days in the guardhouse .. or maybe a full day spread?eagled under the merciless sun. Being absent without leave was a serious offense.

The young soldier took a long, deep breath and try to lay as quietly as possible. He was sure that his bunk was dancing from his nervousness.

When the two guards passed without a glance or a nudge, O'Riley felt his heart start beating again. When the front door creaked shut behind the soldiers, Kevin lifted his blanket and slid out of his bed. A couple of candles and the flames from the potbelly stove in the center of the long barracks provided just enough light for the horny soldier to find his way through the room to the rear door. The cool night air was a welcome change from the stifling warmth of the barracks. O'Riley might like the company of men .. but not that many men in such confined quarters.

The two cavalrymen planned to meet on the other side of the Platte River .. among a protective clump of gooseberry bushes. From that vantage point, the two men could enjoy each other's company .. and keep an eye on the post just in case the sentries came a little too close. They had started their midnight rendezvous over a year ago .. shortly after both young men had joined the Army and been assigned to Fort Mitchell. By a strange set of circumstances, they had grown up only a dozen miles apart in central Indiana .. but never met until in the Second Cavalry. The moment they laid eyes on another, they knew that they were meant to spend their lives together.

Both men were just over twenty years of age. O'Riley stood five foot eight in his stockingfeet. Simpson was a towering six foot tall .. and every bit as handsome with his blond hair and green eyes. O'Riley was just as good?looking with brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. Neither man lacked in muscles .. the rigors of Army life on the plains gave them the opportunity for plenty of fresh air and exercise .. just not enough time and opportunity to meet like this more than once or twice a week.

The U.S. Cavalry was not a place where homosexual affairs were tolerated .. not in 1883 .. not anytime. Still in the isolation of the frontier posts, a lot of soldiers found comfort with the carnal delights of similarly-minded comrades. Such homosexuality was usually due to necessity .. dire necessity. When whores were not available .. as was often the case out in the wilderness .. troopers fucked and sucked each other. When women finally showed up at a "hog ranch," most men would refrain from homosexual acts and pay for female companionship .. as much as thirteen dollars a month could afford these lowly privates.

With Simpson and O'Riley though, there was never any question of ending their relationship. The two troopers were madly in love. They had to hide it though .. fearing the retribution of their comrades if their affair was ever discovered. So they counted the days until their enlistments would be over .. and the two men could disappear in the wilderness and start a real life together. Simpson wanted a small ranch down in the New Mexico Territory. O'Riley didn't really care .. so long as he was with Simpson. They would just have to be patient .. having two more years on their enlistments.

Gingerly stepping over the exposed rocks that made for a natural bridge across the shallow river, O'Riley was troubled. Simpson had started talking about deserting .. heading out across the plains of Nebraska .. down south to Old Mexico. John did not want to wait another two years .. too much could happen .. they might get sent to separate posts and never see one another again .. or be killed in some skirmish with the hostiles. Simpson was all fired up about heading for the hills .. come hell or high water!

O'Riley did not like the idea one bit. He couldn't see spending the rest of his life on the run. Desertion was taken very seriously by the U.S. Cavalry. The guilty parties were routinely sentenced to long terms at hard labor .. sentences that would be ended with the prisoners being branded on their foreheads with the letter "D." No .. desertion was not the answer. Two years was a long time to wait, but O'Riley was willing to put up with the delay .. he was sure it would all be worthwhile in the end. Until then, they would have to be satisfied with their midnight meetings .. and hope to get occasional passes off the post together.

The dim outline of the opposite riverbank came into view. O'Riley thought he saw some movement in the bushes .. Simpson was right on time!

"John?" O'Riley called out only loud enough to be heard above the gentle flow of the Platte River. "You there?"

The bushes rustled. His buddy was teasing him .. Simpson was probably already stripped down to his long underwear .. ready for some late night sex. O'Riley leaped from the last rock to the bank and scrambled up the bank toward the gooseberry bushes. He could already feel the lard on his fingertips .. gently lubing his lover's fuckhole before putting his eight inch cock inside. Then he would let John fuck him.

No sooner had O'Riley stepped into the bushes than he knew things were not right. Under the dim light of a crescent moon, several sets of hands laid hold of him. They had been discovered! Kevin did not offer any resistance .. particularly after hearing the cocking of a Springfield carbine. The sentries were apparently fully prepared to bring the miscreants back to the post .. dead or alive.

A terror-stricken Simpson was indeed stripped down to his gray unionsuit .. with a Colt 45 being pressed against his left temple by a grinning Corporal Heinzmann. Seven other cavalryman .. all assigned to sentry duty .. rounded out the group. Strangely though, what few words were spoken came in very hushed whispers. O'Riley was confused .. and scared almost out of his wits!

"You thought you could fool this old Kraut, ja?" Heinzmann chuckled in a deep, menacing voice. "I'm not that dumb. I've known about your little meetings for weeks now .. do you understand me? Weeks!"

O'Riley found himself being dragged deeper into the bushes. He and Simpson were then placed back?to?back. O'Riley had his shirt ripped open and his pants pulled down to his knees. Strong rope bound their wrists together. More rope went around their chests and stomachs. There was something funny going on here .. the two troopers should have been clapped behind the bars of the guardhouse by now. Heinzmann and his cohorts were up to some sort of game . and O'Riley didn't want to have anything to do with it!

"What you aimin' to do, Corporal?" O'Riley demanded. "This ain't exactly procedure."

"I've been thinking," the barrel?chested corporal pressed his bulging crotch against the helpless trooper. "Why should you and Simpson here have all the fun? I know of a hundred horny cavalrymen at this post .. each and everyone of 'em needs some relief .."
A chorus of chuckles and laughs went up from the circle of guards. They all inched closer and closer to the bound troopers. In another moment, the two were forced to their knees .. their legs crisscrossing behind each other. Blue wool uniform pants were now in their faces. Neither man had to think much about what Heinzmann had in mind. Buttons on uniform pants and then longjohns were undone. Thick cocks were pulled out .. most being half?hard .. and all ready for some rough pleasure.

"I don't .." O'Riley only managed half a protest before Heinzmann thrust his huge cock into the open mouth.

Simpson got the same treatment. A burly trooper forced his dripping prick down the young cavalryman's throat. Simpson tried to pull back, but his lover's head and body prevent any sort of movement.

"Suck on it!" Heinzmann sneered at the helpless O'Riley.

A murmur of approval and anticipation went up from the unserviced soldiers. Their hands slid down to their open crotches and began to stroke their throbbing pieces of meat. As O'Riley and Simpson were force?fed the engorged cocks .. their muffled choking only further excited their tormentors. A couple of the waiting troopers dropped to their knees and began to suck the dicks of their fellow sentries. Within minutes, the gooseberry bushes were shaking wildly from all the late night guard?duty.

Corporal Heinzmann was thoroughly enjoying the struggling of Private O'Riley. The Kraut had long kept a horny eye on the young man. A lot of sperm had been left in the stables .. all from the Corporal watching the well?built trooper work up a sweat while caring for the horses. Now .. he had O'Riley where he had wanted him .. on his knees with his sweet mouth full of Heinzmann's brat. From the vigorous sucking and licking, the Irishman did not mind too much.

O'Riley was indeed sucking for all he was worth .. while listening to the grunts and groans from Private Simpson. Kevin had freed his hands enough to slide them down to the back of Simpson's long underwear. One .. then two fingers found their way up John's sweaty asshole. Kevin laughed to himself when John's back arched and bucked against him. Simpson would have to be patient .. it might be dawn before he got his lover's cock up his eager hole.