Hot and sweethearts Soldiers Meet the compulsory military service in a destination of Some accommodation, where almost a

Hot and sweethearts Soldiers Meet the compulsory military service in a destination of Some accommodation, where almost all of the soldiers we were university students, And it was all too well. Tired of the strenuous, rasquetear guards and polish Floors of large halls, to carry pots to the lovers of the officer on duty, Pass the cloth with disinfectant to the tiles in my place of work, and Clean bathrooms, did not see the time to go.. Hated the Argentine military, so arrogant , so Macho, as DISCRIMINATORS of the plebs (civilians) and although I was more Educated and cultured than most of them, had to endure their starts, its Their whims, put-downs, its estolidez customary. Body to earth , Maarchhhhhhhhhh career. I saw them as big kids of whiskers grown, Playing War, with their uniforms as planchaditos, starched compounds And bored. The compulsory military service , which was later deleted, It was a kind of civil servitude that forced everyone who had to Fulfill it , to perform tasks many times humiliating, virtually unpaid bills, For a year to various military bodies and to submit to a discipline and To rules almost impossible to bear. I am talking about in time of peace. In Times of War the thing might be different. By that time, the hypothesis of war, for Argentine military, was not yet the internal subversion armada that would take years After the disappearances and deaths, but Chile. The trans-Andean country was our "Enemy" and another little did the Chilean military who taught his people To hate in Argentina, and the Argentines without too much reason, or for the simple Reason for having a country narrower and more poor, and to stay in power, Buy weapons and obtain "commissions". In that were equal to my military Compatriots. In a dependency close to what i played , had A soldier for his impudence, laden with similar brazenness, vulgarity and sympathy to all Test, had won the attention of the whole company. Rolando Mirtillos, alias The madman Mirtillos.. Of the many things: they said that he had been a thief or Smuggler, that her mother was a midwife and witch and who lived to do abortions, That his brother was in jail, that it was selling his body at the station Pacific of the Railways, for motorists passing through the area. Also that It was a compulsive pajero and sometimes just without taking care of yourself. .In any Part. Thief, pajero degenerated and suicide kiss was the least that said of him. Mirtillos was rebellious and answering machine and that is why it is always Sanctions were applied, and there was a prisoner inside the barracks , many times Working, making drawings, because he was playing in a sector designing Maps and charts. Sometimes came to my office, which is responsible for the registration, Loan file, custody, and of these maps and charts, and i was Correctly but never gave him a lot of confidence. He feared him to his tongue Ordinary Session And vile, his way of being desfachatada, to his alleged madness, to make me Anything that will damage : I wanted to go in the first low, and he was wrong Seen and catalogd. Mirtillos was not cute, was rather high, with brown hair Of course, white skin, green eyes very clear, traces of acne, enormous mouth Very fleshy lips, teeth, uneven, almost hairless, quite muscular, very Agile and dynamic. I had never thought of it as a sexual object. Nor its Famas Of Suicide Kiss or compulsive pajero seemed credible. She saw him as a Loquito, he always used profanity, and exaggerating their way of being, for Earn the sympathy of others.. There were other soldiers taken from me the dream, as one of the Guard room , who used to walk around naked with their huge balls and dick by the Bedroom of the soldiers, fouriel that used to be changed every morning In front of all of their civilian clothing by the soldier, showing an endowment Considerable and sexy., particularly when he turned and below his Ass poked their eggs incredibly filled with milk. He was tall boy With blue eyes that seemed a model of FOTONOVELAS, and was one of the Best soldiers. The straws that I had left in my house thinking in their bodies. Slender and beautiful, in their cock in her long legs , in his Male sexuality in the peak of esplendente , but in Mirtillos no, I don't Waxed hot, I don't generated any excitement, almost say that gave me as some By its teeth uneven repulsion of vampire, his gaze injected into blood When he was angry, their desprolijidad and hygiene suspicious, his figure payasesca. There was a boy in the sector of the colonels , an employee of a International bank., Moreno and very distinguished , with whom I had a Platonic romance almost , except for a few kisses and fondling during some Later, in a far corner of the building. Peludito tanning was , as if the The summer sun, had remained in his skin. His kisses knew to bubble gum And he used an English colony that years later would smell in Paris in a local Male clothing , and that I would bring his memory gratifying. Clear that the boy I thought he had a girlfriend, get married and stated that the heterosexual. But each time we We saw our eyes shining, we were jokes, we touched Incidentally and until we found it hard to separate us. Oh loves quasi platonic solids of Those years.... His name was Luis Carlos and the time has deleted your last name, First Name Taste of his mouth, the heat of those kisses, the passion of the caresses of a few Toy soldiers lost in a world that did not belong to them. To Mirtillos almost didn't was : came to me, left their sector Charts, and I was the one who gave her the receipt. He, who was playful With everyone, I try to be with me, the first few times, hiding the pen, Or the carbon paper , but my seriousness to the whole test, the presence of the employee Greater whom I attended, took grace to his joke and warned of this, He returned to do. On a Saturday afternoon I was on guard, and the captain of The company needed a set of keys that Mirtillos had taken her home, So I requested that it be up to the domicile of the soldier to look for them. You should then take them to the domicile of the officer near Palermo , in the Near the Botanical Garden of Buenos Aires. Take a bus up to the house of Mirtillos was left by Villa Urquiza and call your door, wait a long time, and finally appeared, with Face of asleep and something startled to see me.. I told him that I just needed the Keys, it was nothing serious, but he insisted on wanting to go with me to the house of the Captain. Dressed in uniform and returned together to the barracks, From his house we took a bus, and greeted all Drivers who knew him by his first name, we sat down together and note the While he was rubbing his leg with mine but I pretended that I did by Aware, even though he knew it was intentional. Her legs were long and muscular And very hot. When he noticed my lack of response, he began to wonder, Wondering by my progress in the race, what he called "your good wave." I thought I was very unfriendly and that he had always despised. Try to To make him understand that he had never despised but tried to not having Penalties for leaving there , that it was a hell. There was nothing in Against him. Ahh said, sighing in relief. We finally arrived at Palermo. We decided to go first to the house of the journal , and return there The keys to the captain who explained why he had, and satisfied this, Mirtillos felt another great relief as it penalized again. We left the Captain and told me to go with him to eat Something to a bar of the Avenida Las Heras and i told him that I had no money and that I should go back to the barracks since the nine entered on duty again. Are the seven., don't go, . She told me. And I accept cross the And we entered the avenue bar. You searched for the last table, which was close to the bathroom of Knights and while we devorabamos half a sandwich of raw ham and cheese every One, and we shared a soda, who paid the , she told me her life and I mine , and At a time when their eyes so clear filled with tears , because I was fed up Military service and would only walk out at the end of March next year and that there was a lack of More than five months. At times became the playful teen Hiding the sugar, or kicked me under the table and I ran my feet , and He was laughing out loud. In a moment took my feet with yours and attracted toward If, in a gesture that seemed very intimate and tender. When I wanted to raise to leave, I implore you not to do And I hid the gown. Don't go, stay told me. Finally seemed to accept my departure and below the tablecloth I returned the gown, but holding my hands with the two yours... You Out The gown and i put my hand down of the tablecloth and i found the Theirs and covertly we we cherish, palms, fingers, the fingernails Fingers, and that tocamiento so naive and almost childlike between our hands Young people, under the tablecloth in a public place, had an incredible erotic force , We have both stopped the Verga and we had to wait a long time until our Young members were in a position of rest..... We headed to the bus stop that would take me to the And we walk one block barracks dark and quiet with the scent of jasmines in the country, And in a neglect gave me a kiss on the mouth of those that are not forgotten. A kiss, which disarms and conviction, a kiss dared to The time in the middle of the street, no matter if someone could see us. Before he could reactions told me . "I want us to be ..... Friends , , and I answered with the head, yes, still feeling their saliva in My mouth and the heat of his lips on mine, and his body tight to my body, Defying the world. The next morning I learned that would leave at 9 of the But that guard should return that evening . How i lived not far from me. I went to my house. At least five Mirtillos 9 came to the barracks , came with your Auto from the house of the Captain and learned that I had to stay in the Capital, He invited me to have breakfast at your house.. It was very cold and lloviia so I accepted. In addition was hot with the , and that i could not deny. Breakfast were his kisses warm and humid God, how kissed Mirtillos, with that tongue gigantic and fills Of saliva, that beautiful pleasure gave him your hands to my body, caressing my Ass eager and willing, touching my dick hardened and llorona and my eggs Filled with my milk, rubbing my legs, my chest, my belly, touring the Raja of my ass with tenderness, . And what beautiful were your dick huge and your eggs Hairless, your round ass and big, your loving arms and strong. Obsessed by your big cock and I threw myself into her bighead with All brutality because I thought that it was made of rubber. I kissed her from the glans uncovered until the eggs Double feathery recurving pendants, and Mame the dick softly softly , as the Song, in slow motion , until finished many squirts of milk that They seemed to have been kept for years in your piggy bank . There hesitate of your fame Pajero and suicide kiss. . And you embraced me. The two nudes, almost hairless, Satisfied. We fell asleep for a while and I woke up your voice Susurrandome a song in her ear, while lamias my neck, my face and my Ears, and when I opened my eyes searched my mouth and kissed me tenderly , were Sweet kisses that I never imagined you could give but i was so hot with vos Mirtillos, that got my tongue between your lips and our kisses became Passionate, long, wet, desperate. Put Me face down, and hast set up my ass with a pillow And you began to chuparmelo with soft lunges , ever deeper and more i I started to scream of desire , and you walked and go out of my ass crazed, with Your tongue gigantic and boiling and it seemed that you were going to continue for hours while My sphincter to dilataba . My ass was like a vanilla ice cream that Saboreabas Each time with more appetite. And i begged me to cogieras and you did and that dick It made me ache , hurt how you can not imagine and then made me enjoy to the cries and In my moans was your name.. We stayed separated to cool off a little, and after a while Mirtillos gave me his ass marbling and sensual, and shouted at me that i catch and I did, and I took, I caught up to feel that I raised to heaven. Wherever you are, I say to you, I could never Mirtillos forget. Galansoy Please send me your comments to Galansoy@hotmail.com. Valorame also if you liked the story . Thank you very much.