by NICHOLX, 08.26.22
2.8 K words
December 1917, early morning at a small airfield in northern France. The wind was razor-sharp, the air filled with swirling miniscule ice crystals; a snow storm was imminent. I chugged a cup of steaming coffee, threw on my heaviest jacket and scarf, then stepped outside, pacing on the frozen ground to await the return of the dawn patrol, if indeed any of them did return. It was rumored that a rookie pilot's lifespan here was twenty minutes after takeoff. An exaggeration, but probably halfway true if your squadron was intercepted by a Jasta. Having arrived from the states just three days ago, I joined the Lafayette Flying Corps and had yet to fly my first combat mission, but I would soon enough get my chance.
I scanned the eastern sky, listening for the sound of rotary engines. Thirty minutes passed. Nothing. The wind kicked up, my teeth began to chatter. I was about to go back in for another coffee when I heard the distant drone of Nieuports, coming in low. I counted them as they circled the field, one, two, three, four, five...two did not return.
At breakfast, all were somber as the drinking mugs of those who had not returned, Jacque and Marc, were placed on the memorial shelf. We drank a toast to our departed friends. I hesitated to ask what had sadly transpired, but I wanted to know, I had to know.
Captain Renaud took a long drag of coffee then elucidated, "We completed our patrol encountering no enemy, and had just turned west to return to base. As usual, we never saw or heard the Boche coming. They pounced on us from above and behind, riddling us to pieces from altitude. Marc was hit first, he trailed black smoke and spiraled in. One of them got on Jacque's tail and shot his rudder and elevators to splinters. I saw him jump but his chute failed to open. There was a wild melee, planes buzzing around like fireflies, a miracle that we didn't shoot each other down! Finally they must have been low on petrol, because they broke off abruptly and headed across German lines."
"How many Boche were there?" I asked.
"More woe to us, five of them, against our seven. They raised such hell that it seemed like fifty! I managed to get on one's tail and got off a few rounds, but couldn't keep him in my sights. He used evasive moves that I have never seen," Renaud said. "It was like shooting at a ghost, or trying to catch your own shadow."
"Flying Circus, triplanes?" I said.
"Triplanes yes, but Circus I think not. Their planes were painted in drab green and gray, except the one I chased was blue with a checkered pattern on the top wing, red, white, black. God forgive me for saying so, but what fighters they are!"
We finished our breakfast of coffee and cereal in relative silence, then retired to our bunks. Orders would be posted and sounded at noon. A heavy snowfall had begun, which would possibly cancel further flights today. I had another coffee, polished my boots, stoked the fire, then tried to get some sleep.
My sleep was tortured, at best. I was dreading my first combat experience, still I was looking forward to it. I wondered how well I would handle the situation. I avoided thoughts of dying; that was up to God. Above all else I wanted to fight this war with honor, and chivalry, and even with mercy where warranted. I dreamt of home, and of seeing Iowa again, and Kelly and Keely Schulz, the sweetest girls I have ever known. They lived on the farm adjacent to ours. They were twins, not identical, but very beautiful, blond, green eyed, faces like angels. They were rarely seen apart, doing everything together. We met in high school and at once became fast friends. Of course I soon pressed to be more than just friends but they were adamant: "None of that, Billy Jones, until you're nineteen, and we'll be eighteen, and then only if you're a really good boy," they teased.
I remember that long-awaited day like it was yesterday: mom baked a big chocolate cake, and the girls came to our house for the little birthday party. "Happy nineteenth!" they smiled together, handing me their presents. Kelly gave me a nice sweater, and Keely a nice pair of blue jeans. After supper and cake, I borrowed dad's pickup truck so we could catch a movie in town. As I began to turn right onto the main road, Kelly said, "No, hon, make a left and go to our place, to pick up some blankets. It's supposed to get chilly later." It was after sundown, and the movie would be starting soon. We picked up three blankets and as I began to head for town, Kelly said, "No, the other way, screw the goddamn movie, we have a better idea!" They were both giggling.
Surprised, I said, "Jeez, I never heard you girls talk like that! You wanna tell me what's going on? And what's with the blankets, the heater's working."
"Just drive, there's a nice place to park in the woods up ahead."
We parked under trees behind thick brush, completely hidden from the road. "Now what?" I said.
Keely, sitting next to me, unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and slid her hand down my pants, cupping my scrotum, gently stroking and quickly bringing my shaft to hardness. "This is what," she smiled,"We're gonna give you the rest of your birthday presents, if you're UP for it!"
"Oh, uh, yeah, I think so," I stammered, "Aaaaaaaaah!" as I ejaculated a huge load of hot cum all over her hand.
"Kelly, Billy says he's up for it, looky what he just gave me!" Keely giggled, holding up her cum-coated hand, licking it.
"Mmm, gimme some of that," Kelly said as she slipped off her blouse, her sweet breasts coming into view. She had already slipped off her skirt and panties and was now completely naked except for sandals. She took a big slurp of cum, then took two blankets and spread them on the pickup bed, stretched out on the blankets and masturbated, waiting for us.
Keely kissed my cheek and nuzzled my neck, "You tell me now, did it feel good in your cock, honey? We never fucked a man before and we want to make sure we're doing it right."
"Feel good? I can't even describe it! Oh, Keely, I never expected this. You girls are so beautiful. But I didn't bring any condoms, I didn't know--"
