Forbidden Lake Ecstasy: Soldiers’ Raw Confessions in the Alps

The group halted amid pines, limestone rocks, dried ferns. Sun blazed high. Heat crushed us. Weeks marching Alps, skirmishes, enemy fire. No laughs. No words. Herd of exhausted men. Summer despair. No end to war.

Dropped pack, rifle. Heavy. Soul adrift. Slipped away. Pants unzipped. Piss streamed. Cicadas buzzed. Wind whispered pines. Free steps on moss, dry needles. Sloped down. Birds cried. Leaves rustled.

The Fever Ignites

Lake gleamed. Calm, clear. Sun danced on surface, trees mirrored. Rocks, grasses, reeds. Bottom visible. Smile cracked. Crouched. Hand dipped. Cold shocked skin. Breath eased. Alive.

Boots off. Socks peeled. Feet free. Jacket unbuttoned. Sweat-soaked undershirt tossed. Belt burned hot. Pants dropped. Long johns hesitated. Scanned. Alone. Slid them down. Naked.

Body bare. Shiver. Throat tight. Belly knotted. Skin exposed. Air caressed. Palms slick. Scrotum tightened. Cock twitched, swelled, rose. Laughed nervously. Balls loosened, swung between thighs.

Entered water slow. Splashed belly, chest. Cock softened downward. Dove in. Shock. Breath held. Water hugged muscles, armpits, groin. Swam wild. Laughed loud. Cried out. Cock hardened again, hands grazing.

Floated. Arched hips. Cock periscoped proud. Foot on rock. Bent, chest out, reeds gripped.

Noise. Panic. Immersed to neck. Soldier approached. Uniform. Rifle. German! Heart hammered. Breath stopped. Fear clawed gut. Eyes locked. Spotted clothes. Rifle up. Stance alert. Heat flushed me.

No shot. Yelled German. Stood from reeds. Water dripped. Grass clung thigh. Cock still hard. He advanced. Eyes wide. Terrifying.

“Kom! Schnell!”

Rifle to belly. Smirked. “Ich bin Französich, ich nicht spreche Deutsch!”

Blaze and Ashes of Forbidden Release

Rifle down. Relaxed. Smiled. Gestured. Swim.

Turned. He stripped. Boots off. Uniform shed. Muscled, bronzed torso gleamed. Naked. Stretched. Cock thickened, swayed. Swam perfect crawl. Splashed laughing. Pushed me under. Fled giggling. Boys at play. War forgotten.

He climbed out. Legs spread. Balls dangled between thighs. Followed. Joy naked.

Lay on sun-hot rock. Invited. Cock throbbed. Shamed. He lounged, leg bent, erection proud. Laughed. Urged out. Emerged. Cock skyward. Sat close. Legs folded tight. Laughed together. Eyes spoke. War hell for both. Names: Jean. Franz.

Sun scorched skin. Bodies free. Blond him, brun me. Paradise. Hearts raced. Air thick. Desire boiled.

Franz rolled side. Hand chest. Smiled childlike. Gripped cock. Skin pulled. Glans red, shiny. Drop beaded. Eyes locked. Intense. Mine burned. Trembled. He stroked slow. Skin back, forth. Breath quickened. Faster. Body tensed. Groaned. Jets spurted. White ropes on rock, thigh. Bliss.

Heat surged me. Turned back. Legs wide. Cock ached. Hand wrapped. Palm crested glans. Sigh. Down to base. Balls grazed. Up sharp. Gasped. Frenzied pumps. Spine pierced. Ass clenched. Exploded. Rales. Jets arced. Landed hot. Limbs numb. Floated.

Franz dressed. Rifle slung. Long look. Sad smile. Goodbye. Vanished bushes.

Sun baked skin. Dove back. Slow breaststroke. Water lapped open crotch. New erection. Twisted, immersed. Caressed body. Chest deep. Stared reflection. Cock rigid. Hand circled. Stroked. Water aided. Climax built. Cried out. White trails dispersed.

Dried sun. Dressed khaki. Head low. Returned. Skin burned. Memory seared. Unique. Dangerous.