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         Ever since those Americans allowed gays into the military, it has become oh so easy to infiltrate their intelligence units.  You don't even have to pass their rigorous exams.  Their hot, young soldiers long for "friendly" accompaniment.  I merely showed up, befriended a handsome young lieutenant (newly graduated from some top-notch military school), and moved into an apartment with him.

          He never once suspected that I was a foreign operative.  He thought I was some guy from California.  I opened his eyes to new and exciting sexual experiences.  (The trainers in the KGB had taught me well.)  

          Little did he know I was stealing the intel briefings from his computer while he was in the shower.  It was especially easy once I figured out that he used my name as his password.  

          Well, unfortunately, one day, he caught me in his files.  It was quite unfortunate.  He was handsome and quite enjoyable in the bedroom.  However, I had a job to do.

          He stood there, shocked that I had hacked into his computer.  I merely gave him a sheepish grin and grabbed the knife from the counter.  Before he could react, I rammed it into his sweet abs.

          He backed up against the brick wall.  His eyes showed that he was hurt, both physically and emotionally.   Poor guy, I felt sorry for him.  He writhed a little, but made no noise, just the heaving of his chest with every breath.

          The two men faced each other, fists clenched and anger raging.  They had been lifelong friends, but the newly introduced presence of a woman made their hormones broil.  

          The fought long and hard.  Their bulging muscles throbbed, and flexed as they struggled against each other.  The woman merely watched on.  Their coveting of the woman's hand matched with their passionate jealously for the other fueled their rage.

          Jake had gotten the upper-hand, beating Corey against the fence.  Corey turned away, sparing his handsome young face from the onslaught of Jake's fists.  After a couple of minutes, Jake grabbed the spear out of the woman's hands and rammed it through Corey's back.

           The spear pierced all the way through the man.  Corey's body arched backwards as the spear plunged through his bowels and out of his gut.  Jake shoved more of the spear through for good measure, bringing Corey up on his toes as pain ripped through his gut.

          Jake went to the woman, leaving his former friend bleeding profusely with the spear through his handsome young body.   

          Through his anger, Corey was able to regain his thought.  If he couldn't be with the woman, he would be with Jake.  He slowly turned to face Jake whose back was turned to him.  Corey then began running at his handsome companion.

          Jake heard the footsteps and turned to see Corey charging him, but was too slow to dodge the sharp tip of the spear.  It drove deep into his abs.  Jake let out a loud yell and Corey winced as the spear that was sticking out of his body penetrated into his friend's gut.

          The two stood there, facing each other.  Their bowels burning with shocks of pain.  They stared into each other's eyes.  Sensing the pain, hurt, desire and lust.  Their bodies began failing and their knees buckled as the two fell to the ground.  Corey tried to push himself up and off the spear, but it was too much.

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