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it's just another day during world war 2 when i am huddled in the trenches, looking at a beautiful picture of my wife. we are being shelled, and it is so bad. i wish i were back home, making love to my wife, what i would give to touch her with my tender hand.
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i am alone in the trenches with my buddy jake. he has a strong jaw and his big muscles are glistening with sweat. suddenly, something comes over us and we start making out, because we miss our wives so much. i instinctively get on my knees and start sucking his big cock while i run my hands up and down his muscular thighs. he lifts me up and bends me over and starts fucking my asshole raw, and i'm loving every second of it, thinking of my wife. before long, i start having sex with every man in my regiment, always taking their big fat cocks in my tight asshole and cumming without even touching my own dick. i even start having sex with the enemy soldiers, and they love it so much that we come to an agreement to stop fighting. the lieutenants on both sides just lie to their commanders and say that we're fighting even though we're not and that they're not making progress because we're so evenly matched. everyday i have big strong men shoot hot cum into my asshole, and i'm loving every minute of it, thinking of my beautiful wife.
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i'm home now and i'm with my wife again and loving my life. every year i mean up with my army buddies and we talk about how great it was fighting in world war 2 together. wow--i have the best life, and i wouldn't trade it for a nickel.
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Source
: Speaking up at Work. New York: Oxford University Press,
1985.
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