Rudy was bored out of his skull on another stinking hot day stuck in the vast, whitewashed desert fort that he was defending. Only there was nothing to defend it against; the fort had not come under attack for well over two years and there was nothing for the men to do but work out and keep themselves fit.
Rudy's body was as fit and as hard and as sun-bronzed as he had ever wanted it to be. All the men around him looked the same and all were trained in the arts of combat and survival; but there was no combat to be had and their survival was taken acre of. The fort reeked of testosterone and machismo and none of them, no matter how deep their hunger, wanted to be the one to make the initial advance that would secure them a little happiness, ecstasy and relaxation. Whatever lusts the men might have felt for each other, stuck out here away from women and the comforts of home, they kept under wraps and only vented in frequent trips to the heads, or into the palms surrounding the oasis just outside the fort, where they found the only privacy to be had on the fort.
And then one day Herr Heinz arrived to work as the company chef. He was the only civilian at the fort and was brought in as a concession to the relentless heat, dust, boredom and desperate longing for home comforts that the men all experienced. Herr Heinz's job was to serve up the kind of food that would stimulate the imagination as well as the appetite. He was told to be as indulgent as ingredients and logistics would allow as the men all worked out so religiously there was no chance of them running to fat.
But of Herr Heinz himself it was clear that he had enjoyed many a fine meal. He was a big man, standing six foot two with baby fine blonde hair that was almost as white as the desert sands. His eyes were of the deepest blue and his handsome face triggered instant lust in Rudy's groin. But it was his big, firm butt that had Rudy drooling with desire. He had always found himself drawn to anything that was different, or scarce. Lately, surrounded by all these men, he had found himself fantasizing about fucking women. If he had to find himself surrounded by men that looked like Herr Heinz he was sure that he would long for a thin, lanky man. But, as it was, he was surrounded by athletic gods and so Herr Heinz's big belly and strong thighs and beefy mountain of an arse was what caught his eye and captured his imagination.
Each time he went for a meal he would look out for that handsome face and watch those big forearms dishing up their food. He took the time to thank the chef who responded with the most amazing smile. Those shapely, ruby red lips parted to reveal small, neat and even teeth. How Rudy longed to kiss that mouth, to trace his tongue over the sparkling white teeth, to wrap that tongue in a pythonesque embrace, to press his body against that large frame and to cup his hands around those enormous buttocks and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Most evenings he had to take himself straight off to the head and whack one out before his manjuice just simply oozed out of his cock in sheer frustration. The more he saw Herr Heinz, the more Rudy saw him smile, the more he wanted him.
Rudy had memorized every contour of Herr Heinz's butt, knew its every square inch of surface off by heart. He loved to watch him walk and see that slow, lazy roll of big butt flesh. How he had dreamed of parting those pale, beefy cheeks and burying his face in that steaming pit of man musk and kissing the pink. In Rudy's mind's eye he would make Herr Heinz squirm and moan until the only solution to the aching need that he experienced was to have Rudy's eight, throbbing inches buried deep inside him. And the big man would prove to be the hottest bottom in the world, taking it, wanting it and needing it. Rudy's cock would be the most precious thing on the planet, the only thing that Herr Heinz wanted and needed. His thoughts then would turn to Rudy's blue balls which had not been naturally drained in ages and the big guy would beg for his potent spunk.
One night, Rudy could take no more. He simply had to have this man before his head, heart and balls exploded. He went back into the mess room as Herr Heinz was clearing away.
'Herr Heinz,' he said 'it is such a beautiful, warm evening, is it not? I have a bottle of brandy. Perhaps we should go and sit outside the fort under the stars and share a little brandy?'
'Outside the fort?' Herr Heinz asked. 'You want to get us killed.'
'There have been no clashes at this fort for well over two years.' Rudy told him.
'Still I don't like this idea,' Herr Heinz said 'better you come to my room and we can have this brandy. No?'
Rudy's heart skipped a beat. This was sounding better than his original plan. Apart from the officers Rudy was the only man who had the luxury of his own room.
'I will come by in one hour.' Rudy told him.
'Very good.' Herr Heinz replied.
Rudy slipped outside the fort which was no longer such a difficult thing to do. The sentries were lax and as long as it was one of their own coming and going they did not mind. Everyone understood that sometimes a man might need to get away from everyone else for a while. He found the brandy that he had stashed away and that had cost him dearly in bribes to source. He kissed the smooth, cold bottle and wished that it would bring him luck this night. Back inside the fort he was as fidgety as a flea-infested dingo as he waited for the hours to pass. And then at last it was time to make his date with destiny.
Nervously glancing around to check that nobody had noticed him, Rudy made his may to Herr Heinz's quarters and knocked on the door.
