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Farmyard scrap
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There was no finesse to this encounter. It was your basic animal scrap. Six of them against four of us. Despite the fact we were two men down, we had the advantage, positioned as were were amongst some wrecked farm buildings. They had only the undergrowth and the odd tree stump behind which to lie or crouch. 
 
A few of our younger opponents seemed reluctant to come out of cover, and when they did their faces betrayed that feeling we’d all had the first time: a thrilling mix of arousal melded with anxiety about just how much pain that first fast-flying pellet might inflict when it hit skin.
 
Then there were others for whom this unique kind of cock-fight was a practised art. One of the older ones, proudly sporting the midnight blue beret of his cadet unit, crouched on one knee in the open, brazenly exposing himself to our fire as he carefully squeezed off round after round. He wore a sepulchral smile, already in a state of near ecstasy.
 
Every few minutes there would be a sudden slackening of fire, inevitably followed by a succession of groans as victor and vanquished alike relieved himself from the pent-up tension that a duel between two testosterone-pumped adolescents inevitably created. 
 
About thirty metres away one of the younger kids was taking cover in the undergrowth, popping up occasionally to get a shot off at me. He seemed annoyingly professional, perhaps tutored by an older brother more experienced in our secret little game. He wore a khaki beret bearing the insignia of his cadet unit, which he had blackened over a candle flame to dull the shine. He had smothered his face and hands with camouflage cream and broken up the lines of his rifle with twigs and leaves. He also took care to change his position between each shot, something few beginners did, to their cost.
 
He seemed to be growing in confidence with each shot. My cock began to tumesce. ‘Fucking prick-tease,’ I thought, my admiration for his skill melding with selfish appreciation for the extended prequel he was affording me before my explosive climax. 
 
After a few minutes of this I became painfully aware that I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself any longer. Pre-cum was already soaking into the crotch of my combat trousers. He must have been in the same predicament himself, maybe more so given his inevitable lack of experience at eking out pre-climactic pleasure. So I made sure that the next time the cocky little bastard exposed himself, I was ready for him. 
 
A minute or so later his blackened face once again appeared, and along with it his spring-powered air rifle, which looked oversized in his hands. I briefly toyed with the thought of a headshot, but I aimed at his right shoulder instead: we all knew that if any of us lost an eye it would spell an end to our game for good.
 
My finger took up the slack. Then, holding my breath to keep my aim true, I squeezed the trigger until I heard the pop and felt the slightest of recoils. Barely a quarter of a second later I heard the ‘thwack’ of the pellet hitting the fabric of my target’s combat jacket. 
 
There was a slight yelp of pain, followed almost instantly by a prolonged groan of sheer ecstasy. For an instant he looked directly at me. I could see from his expression of unbridled joy that this was his first time. I grinned back, grateful for the sport he had given me.
 
And what sport it was! I was paralysed by an explosive wave of pleasure the like of which I’d never felt before. I rolled over onto my side and with my right hand clumsily pulled my engorged cock out of my combats, prolonging the joy with rhythmic strokes until my balls were empty. A I looked down to see a puddle of hot cum already dissolving into the mud of the farmyard. Then I scanned the treeline for my next dueling partner.
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#2
Thanks for sharing this story. I see you are new here, welcome to the board!
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#3
Hey man, welcome to this forum. Great debut story, looking forward to reading more.
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#4
guns, no real life to it, no real passion, has some merit and potential but guns eeek, just my preference
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#5
Very nice story! You can sense the passion of writer who totally 'gets it"! I do hope to see the conclusion if there is one and if not I'd encourage you to write & post more! Thank you for the story.
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(01-23-2022, 08:37 AM)Beret Boy Wrote: There was no finesse to this encounter. It was your basic animal scrap. Six of them against four of us. Despite the fact we were two men down, we had the advantage, positioned as were were amongst some wrecked farm buildings. They had only the undergrowth and the odd tree stump behind which to lie or crouch. 
 
A few of our younger opponents seemed reluctant to come out of cover, and when they did their faces betrayed that feeling we’d all had the first time: a thrilling mix of arousal melded with anxiety about just how much pain that first fast-flying pellet might inflict when it hit skin.
 
Then there were others for whom this unique kind of cock-fight was a practised art. One of the older ones, proudly sporting the midnight blue beret of his cadet unit, crouched on one knee in the open, brazenly exposing himself to our fire as he carefully squeezed off round after round. He wore a sepulchral smile, already in a state of near ecstasy.
 
Every few minutes there would be a sudden slackening of fire, inevitably followed by a succession of groans as victor and vanquished alike relieved himself from the pent-up tension that a duel between two testosterone-pumped adolescents inevitably created. 
 
About thirty metres away one of the younger kids was taking cover in the undergrowth, popping up occasionally to get a shot off at me. He seemed annoyingly professional, perhaps tutored by an older brother more experienced in our secret little game. He wore a khaki beret bearing the insignia of his cadet unit, which he had blackened over a candle flame to dull the shine. He had smothered his face and hands with camouflage cream and broken up the lines of his rifle with twigs and leaves. He also took care to change his position between each shot, something few beginners did, to their cost.
 
He seemed to be growing in confidence with each shot. My cock began to tumesce. ‘Fucking prick-tease,’ I thought, my admiration for his skill melding with selfish appreciation for the extended prequel he was affording me before my explosive climax. 
 
After a few minutes of this I became painfully aware that I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself any longer. Pre-cum was already soaking into the crotch of my combat trousers. He must have been in the same predicament himself, maybe more so given his inevitable lack of experience at eking out pre-climactic pleasure. So I made sure that the next time the cocky little bastard exposed himself, I was ready for him. 
 
A minute or so later his blackened face once again appeared, and along with it his spring-powered air rifle, which looked oversized in his hands. I briefly toyed with the thought of a headshot, but I aimed at his right shoulder instead: we all knew that if any of us lost an eye it would spell an end to our game for good.
 
My finger took up the slack. Then, holding my breath to keep my aim true, I squeezed the trigger until I heard the pop and felt the slightest of recoils. Barely a quarter of a second later I heard the ‘thwack’ of the pellet hitting the fabric of my target’s combat jacket. 
 
There was a slight yelp of pain, followed almost instantly by a prolonged groan of sheer ecstasy. For an instant he looked directly at me. I could see from his expression of unbridled joy that this was his first time. I grinned back, grateful for the sport he had given me.
 
And what sport it was! I was paralysed by an explosive wave of pleasure the like of which I’d never felt before. I rolled over onto my side and with my right hand clumsily pulled my engorged cock out of my combats, prolonging the joy with rhythmic strokes until my balls were empty. A I looked down to see a puddle of hot cum already dissolving into the mud of the farmyard. Then I scanned the treeline for my next dueling partner.
nice story, shooting muscular teen by an powerful airrifle is always a great idea!
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