Team Fortress 2

Team Fortress 2: The Scout's Dream
by JD ([email protected])

You might forgive the Scout his objectifying. All of the male role models where he was from were equally quick to objectify their loves' bodies. He's barely old enough for a bloody mercenary career. The Scout's a cocky teenage boy hardly out of high school. Unlike his older brothers' love of tits, ass and a pretty face though, the Scout was fixed upon the Soldier's cock. It seemed that every waking and sleeping moment of his life was apt to be interrupted by a visualization of the thick vein-lined shaft excitingly glimpsed at urinals or in the showers. He thought of the Soldier's lunchbox more often than the Heavy thought of Sandvich. He wanted that cock hard, dripping, and deep inside his skinny youthful body.

Nightfall at the base designated Harvest was a beautiful time. At least it was if you ignored the spent bullets, shrapnel and blood spatters. The Scout knew that at the end of the day's fighting the Soldier enjoyed draining his lizard from one of the big windows lining the upper passage. One night he dreamt of 'accidentally' catching the Soldier mid-piss, stripped to the waist - excepting his helmet - and gripping that All-American cock like the grizzled veteran was putting out a fire. The wonderful vision had the Scout unconsciously hard as his signature baseball bat. As the sun dropped below the horizon, he walked up to the Soldier. The tough guy half turned as he lifted off his own T-shirt to reveal a near-hairless chest and said,

"Yo! You want to have some fun with this beautiful body?"

"You a faggot? Get the fuck away from me or I swear to god I'll put my boot so far up your sissy ass your Mom will feel it and collapse on her street corner!"

The Soldier's response aroused the Scout even more. He imagined the Soldier would protest abusively but be secretly keen to enjoy his company. The Soldier shook his cock out the window but didn't tuck it away. The utterly masculine aroma of a hard day's sweaty killing mixed with fresh piss reached his nose. The Scout moaned almost girlishly. He dropped to his knees, and reached for that treasured cock. The Soldier didn't stop him despite his threatening insult. Instead, he gruffly commanded,

"Get sucking, faggot!"

The Scout couldn't answer with his cherry lips around the stiffening rod. He licked the last drops of urine away before swallowing the crown completely. The wonderful filthy taste kept the thick organ on his tongue for long seconds. The Scout then skillfully throated the Soldier until thickly haired scrotal skin rested against the peachy fuzz of his own chin. He looked up to meet the Soldier's crazed eyes under the battered rim of his ever present helmet, and took a wad of spit right in the forehead.

"Holy shit! You may be the best cocksucker I've served with, pussy boy!"

Never actually having been a member of any recognized armed forces hadn't stopped the Soldier going to war. Just as being a self-declared red blooded heterosexual despite any evidence to the contrary didn't stop him enjoying a sloppy and enthusiastic blow from the teenage Scout. The feel of spit sliding down the Scout's face almost had him spurting. He gave the Soldier a few more seconds of his best tongue moves before swalling the big cock deeply into his throat again and again until the tough Soldier's scrotum tightened up. He spat the Soldier's cock out, and nuzzled the heavy balls with his drool-encrusted lips. The pulsing shaft smeared wetly across his face for a second before he pleaded,

"Fuck me hard!"

"You got it, you pretty little bitch boy!"

The Soldier roughly pulled the Scout to his feet and slammed him face forwards against the cold wall. The sun was completely gone as the Soldier virtually ripped the Scout's baggy pant off. One shoe came away until the Scout's clothing hung off one ankle. The Soldier kicked the Scout's legs apart. The hard muscles of the Scout's thighs felt good under the Soldier's battle scarred hands. His weapon was directly on target. There was nothing but saliva and lust to ease the penetration, but in the Scout's dream it didn't matter.

"Take it faggot!"

The Soldier gripped the Scout's smooth hips as he thrust deeply inside the lustfully moaning boy. Scout's cock smeared precum over the wall as he held on for dear life. He pressed back eagerly, desperate to be filled and stretched as fully as he possibly could be. The hot friction was utterly pleasurable for both. War might be hell, but the sex was fantastic. Soldier had already nearly reached his peak inside the Scout's skilled mouth, so it wasn't going to be long before he finished off inside that cute tight ass.

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me!"

"Tighter than a Scottish foxhole!"

Scout wanted to take the Soldier's load deeply inside. He could feel those heavy balls tight and hot pressed against his butt, and in his dream even felt the individual spurts washing inside his rectum. He didn't even need to touch his own pale prick to peak. In his dream his spunk splashed wetly against the wall. The Soldier wrapped his arms around and stopped him collapsing. He felt the man's stubble rasping across his neck, and rough skin pressing into his own bony back.

Asleep in his room at the RED base, the Scout's nightfall spurted wetly into the cleanly laundered sheets. He would've said he'd grown out of wet dreams long before his recent 18th birthday. He didn't wake up, though his lustful sleep moaning had roused the Soldier from the next room. The Soldier drew breath to shout abuse from the doorway, but something stopped him. As he glared at the panting form of the post-orgasmic Scout, he realized to his shock he was aroused.

The Soldier pulled the door shut behind him as he stepped into the room.

End