Buddyfuck 

Sometimes combat can bring out the unexpected in people, 
especially when they come through a firefight alive. 

***

This story was based on an Army buddy's fantasy. It 
isn't meant to reflect chauvinistically toward female 
soldiers. This is a man's fantasy; even military men 
can fantasize, can't they?


It's almost funny how it all started. I'd been with the 
81st Airborne in vehicle maintenance for almost 6-
months before our unit was sent to Iraq. Being one of 
only one hundred women in a battalion of over 5000 men 
had both advantages and disadvantages and I was getting 
used to both.

I was committed to making my career in the Army and 
this was my big chance to prove myself. Being in a 
combat area, even if I wasn't a front line trooper, was 
a scary thing. Originally there were two women in our 
6-person squad. My friend Carla was killed by a 
roadside bomb when transporting a vehicle to a small 
town, south of Baghdad. When they transferred her 
replacement in, it was a guy, so I was the only female 
in the squad and so now there was no one that I could 
really talk to any more.

I'm not saying that I didn't get along with the guys in 
my squad because I did. As I write this, I can safely 
say that we're pretty close, and as my story unfolds 
you'll understand exactly what I mean.

After Carla was killed I became even more afraid of the 
hostile citizens of Iraq. I have a light completion and 
almost white-blonde hair, which makes me, stand out 
like a beacon. Being a female in the military makes the 
indigenous males stair whenever I'm out in public.

You can't imagine the bond that forms when you and your 
fellow troopers are placed in harms way and you survive 
an engagement. After being in Iraq for just over a 
month and having lost Carla, things had begun to settle 
into a routine. 

We were quickly disabused of the fact that there is 
such a thing as routine when one is at war. We were 
delivering a couple of Hummers to Company A that had 
just gone through maintenance when we were ambushed. 

As the rounds began to hit the vehicle I instantly 
froze. It was Carla all over again, I was going to die 
in this god-forsaken land and I was so afraid that I 
actually peed my pants.

We made it through and even though I was scared to 
death I was able to fire back even while driving on, as 
fast as I could. I just stuck my weapon out the window 
and laid down a clip full of rounds in the general 
direction of the enemy fire. We got past the ambush 
unscathed except for vehicle body damage. 

Once we made it to Alpha area, we reported to the 
transport officer of Company A and turned in the 
vehicles a little worse for wear. I felt self-conscious 
about having peed in my pants but no one made any 
comments so I just lived with it. All I wanted to do 
was get back to base, take a shower and crawl into my 
bunk and sleep for a week. (It really did take a couple 
of days to get over the fright of being in a 
firefight.)

*

What ended up happening was a shocker. I didn't go to 
bed and sleep for a week, what happened was that Billy 
Conner (my wingman "shotgun rider") and I ended up 
screwing like rabbits in heat. I don't know why I did 
it or why I needed to do it so much, but when Billy and 
I and the other to troopers got back to base motor pool 
it just sorta happened.

We'd just come through a real life threatening 
experience together. We'd fought with real bad guys who 
wanted to kill us and we'd made it through. We shared 
an experience that only soldiers have, and there was 
real love between us, a comradeship that is totally 
unique to combat.

The only thing was that we we're the normal combat 
team, we were man and woman, and we had just come 
through a traumatic experience together. So when we 
arrived back I told Billy that I was going to hit the 
showers and then get some chow, he told me that he'd do 
the same and meet me at the mess hall.

It was strange, the feelings that I was experiencing. 
The whole time I was showering I felt so horny. I 
needed sex badly, but I wasn't expecting to have any, 
especially since I'd been celibate for the past 6-
months, ever since graduating from advance individual 
training and taking leave home for 30-days prior to the 
unit going overseas. 

My last sexual experience was forefront in my mind 
again all during the shower and while I was drying off. 
It had been almost casual. He was a boy from my old 
high school that I'd always liked but never seemed to 
get together with. I'd met him at the mall one day and 
he remembered me and seemed interested in me and the 
fact that I'd joined the Army.

We had lunch that day and ended up at his apartment, in 
bed all evening. We screwed each other's brains out for 
3 straight hours. I enjoyed him immensely and I think 
he enjoyed himself too because he kept calling me 
afterwards, but I didn't want to get into any 
relationships just before going overseas. I wanted to 
be free to experience what might come without feeling 
guilty about a boyfriend back home.

Our lovemaking kept rumbling around in my head as I 
dressed and headed to the mess hall. Billy was already 
there and he looked squeaky clean and inviting. He 
greeted me like a comrade would who had just survived 
combat together. It felt warm and pleasant just sitting 
next to him.

After eating Billy walked with me to my tent, (ever 
since Carla was killed I'd been bunking alone.) And 
when he was about to leave I took hold of his arm and 
asked him if he'd like to come in for a while.

It's against regulations for a male trooper to be in a 
female trooper's tent for any reason. The fact that I 
invited Billy in, "screamed" what I wanted from him. 
And the fact that he came in without saying anything 
made it plain that he was both willing and ready to 
take the consequences if we were found out.

Once we were in my tent it was like lightning striking. 
I reached up and hung from his neck as I planted a kiss 
on his lips. That was all it took, I'm not even sure 
what happened next or who made the first moves. All I 
remember was that after we'd both cummed and were 
laying beside each other trying to catch our breath I 
realized that we'd just done the deed and marveled at 
the intensity of it.

The next day Billy tried to reproduce the event by 
making himself available, but I didn't want to get a 
reputation for being the camp whore, so finally when it 
was becoming obvious that he was trying to romance me I 
had to set him straight. I told him that our little 
affair had been a one-time deal. That I'd enjoyed it 
immensely and that he had been really great, but that 
we couldn't do it again because I'd get the kind of 
reputation that I didn't want.

Billy took it pretty well, although I could tell that 
he was hurt by my rejection. And after that we were 
"special" friends and our lives settled into somewhat 
of a routine again.

But then about 4-months later things took a turn to the 
bizarre. I'd been in Iraq for almost 6-months by then 
and had become used to the danger of transporting 
vehicles through the countryside knowing that at any 
moment someone might try to end my life.

We were taking three signal vans to a security unit 
when we came under fire. Our entire squad came under 
fire and we had to stop since the lead vehicle had been 
disabled by a direct hit to the grill section that took 
out the radiator. These signal vans weren't armored 
like the usual vehicle, they were designed to sit in a 
compound and not move once a base was set up.

Marv Brickman and Jose Rodriquez were in the lead 
vehicle when the attack began. They were able to bail 
out before the van exploded when an RPG went through 
the windshield. Both soldiers crawled on the double 
back to our vehicle (Mine was situated in the middle of 
our small convoy.) Billy and I laid down cover fire 
from wide open doors as Marv and Jose made it to our 
truck.

Then it was touch and go for a while, until Jon Nance, 
the driver of the last vehicle in our convoy was able 
to reach division headquarters and call in air support. 
After that it was only a few more minutes before our 
enemy was no more. There's nothing quite as satisfying 
as watching the bad guys blown away by overpowering 
firepower. 

I know it doesn't seem fair to have such a powerful 
gunship against hand held weapons, but you have to be 
in an ambush with men trying to take your life to 
really appreciate being on the side with that kind of 
awesome firepower.

Eventually we delivered the remaining 2 vehicles to 
bravo area four and were ferried back to our company. 
And again the feeling of extreme well being permeated 
the air around us. We had all been tested and had come 
through fine, and what's more to the point, alive.

It was almost funny, the feelings that went through me 
on that ride home. Billy and I would make eye contact 
every once and a while and the memory of our last 
firefight and what we'd done afterwards kept popping up 
in my mind. It was strange to feel so sexy, thinking 
about Billy and what we'd done. After all, we'd just 
seen men killed and had just come through a shocking 
and terrible experience.

But the feelings deep down inside me were definitely 
there. I wanted Billy again and 4-months of nothing but 
masturbation intensified that feeling. But what I 
didn't know then -- was that he'd let slip what we'd 
done and the other guys -- who were all looking at me, 
wondering what I was thinking, wondering if they had a 
chance with me.

I was clueless when I invited Billy back to my tent 
from the mess hall. It was like an exact repeat of our 
last time, only this time the whole squad was there in 
the mess hall. As I said, I hadn't any idea that Billy 
and let slip what had happened between us when I 
suggested that we take a walk.

The first time I realized that something was amiss was 
when Billy and I were naked in my bunk and I was on the 
verge of an overwhelming orgasm. As I began to moaning 
with pleasure, somewhere in my subconscious I sensed 
that someone else was there. But Billy held my head in 
his hands as he continued to thrust in and out of me 
and kissed me so intensely that I lost any sense of my 
surroundings and could only surrender to the moment.

Then Billy was cumming in me. I heard his groan as he 
released himself in me and the shudders his body made 
above me as he continued erratically to thrust in and 
out. I wasn't quite ready for him to cum and began to 
pick up my own rhythm, trying to bring myself off 
before he was done, but I couldn't before he pulled 
away and laid beside me panting for breath.

When I realized that Jose was there, standing next to 
us, naked, I was in shock. My first thought what to 
scream, but I thought better of it, after all I didn't 
want to get busted for breaking regs, so I didn't make 
a sound as Jose climbed on top of me and took up were 
Billy had left off.

It was so strange. I'd never done anything like this 
before. I mean to have sex with two men in the same go, 
it was totally weird, totally unexpected. And if the 
truth were known, it was so kinky that my blood began 
to surge through my body like a wild thing. I 
experienced a mind numbing orgasm like nothing I'd very 
experienced before, my body bucking uncontrollably up 
at Jose's as he sped up his thrusts.

It didn't take him very long before he deposited his 
contribution to intermingle with Billy's. It was wild 
knowing that I had two men's sperm mixed up together 
inside me. I was so intoxicated by that feeling that I 
didn't protest as Marv' naked body came into view.

By this time I wasn't in complete control of myself 
anymore. My blood pressure was still elevated by the 
earlier brush with death and having just had sex with 
two of my squad members. So when Marv lowered himself 
on top of me and kissed me full on the mouth, I just 
went with it and hugged his as he began to ride me as 
fast and hard as he could.

It turned out that all five of my squad members had a 
turn with me that night. And as strange as it may sound 
I really enjoyed it. Afterwards there were no 
recriminations and I ended up thanking them, if you can 
believe that. We'd become closer than husband and wife, 
closer than siblings. Fighting for our lives had made 
us one. The fact that I was female and they were male, 
only allowed us to show our feeling to a different 
degree than normal comrades in arms.

We've been in country for 8-1/2 months now and there 
hasn't been another incident of our buddyfuck. (That's 
what I call what we did. In fact that's how we refer to 
the incident.) And frankly if we end up in another 
tight situation, and get through it, I'm not sure but 
that we might just have another one. After all, how 
often can a girl have 5 men in one night that she really 
loves and who love her?