I looked away but still felt his hand on my left thigh. It felt nice and warm on top of my Summer shorts. The room was dark and the music coming from the jukebox in the corner to our right was high enough for the few people left at the other tables to be kept busy with their conversations and drinking for no-one to notice what was happening at the table near the corner.

 

While still looking away I now felt his hand move to the edge of my shorts and a couple of fingers play with the naked skin just inside the shorts. It felt nice and our andy began to move a bit as well.

 

Then the music stopped, and his hand went away again. Only for the next song on the jukebox to begin and as soon as it did I felt his hand at the top of my left thigh, slowly moving towards the growing bulge in my shorts. I don’t mind a bit of public naughtiness, heck I am all for it most of the time, but this was new to me and I guess lust and curiosity let me be fine with him continuing.

 

So, I let him, and he did.

 

****

 

Thursday night is lovingly called Soldier Night in my hometown of Varde. The town is one of only a few towns left in the country still with a military academy and the soldiers come from all over the country to get a military education and training. During the week they live at the academy but most of them go home to their own hometowns after training each Friday. That means Thursday nights is their only normal night out while here and for decades it has therefore been known locally as Soldier Night.

 

You get all sorts of soldiers in town that night but mostly it is the younger soldiers wanting and probably needing, too to let their hair down a bit once a week. It isn’t that uncommon for these young lads to hook up with local lasses either. And who can blame them; who doesn’t like the thought of a lad in uniform each day.

 

I have, though, reached an age where I am now old enough to be their dad, a young dad mind, so I don’t go out on Soldier Night as often as I used to do. But staying put isn’t healthy and ringing the changes every now and then is always good. And some of these young lads aren’t into the local lasses anyway, some prefer the slightly more mature fella. And some as well will happily hook up with someone my age and gender if their luck with the local lasses has run its course at the end of the night and they still want to feel the touches of another person.

 

One of those nights was tonight. Or last night I should say as it has gone ten past two in the morning now. Friday is already here and after having enjoyed a nice shower I am now sitting in my bathrobe on the settee with a cold can of beer in my hand. And a smile on my face.

 

****

 

Thursday night is usually our weekly football night. I tend to spend the day at the allotment, then head home, shower and around nine o’clock two of my good mates turn up and we watch one of the televised matches together. We have done this for a few years now and though there is the odd week where one of them can’t make it we always have a jolly good time. Few cold cans, few slices of pizza and some salty snacks and two hours of football fly by.

 

But last night neither of them could make it for our weekly football cosiness and I was sitting thinking to myself how I haven’t been out on the town for a while. So shortly after and just after kick-off in the match I decided to skip the football and go for a couple of pints on my own.

 

Living in a small roof flat by the town river and with the nearest watering hole only a few hundred metres from my home I figured the fresh air would do me good and when I got near the pub I took a turn left and walked to the pub at the town square instead. It wasn’t much of a walk as such, really. And minutes later I was inside the cosy pub and found myself a seat by a table near the corner of the main room. On my way to the table I had gone to the bar and got myself a nice, chilled pint of lager and seated by the corner table I took a good sip of the pint and looked around the room.

 

It was then that it dawned on me that tonight was Soldier Night.

 

Looking around the pub I began to notice one fit-looking lad after the other, all having jolly good fun, and most trying to chat up a local lass next to them. Most of the lasses lapped up the attention and it made me smile in the knowledge that both sides would probably end the night with a shag.

 

Then my eyes went to the table next to the one I was sitting at. I hadn’t noticed the two lads sitting there quietly drinking their pints till then. My eyes met with one of them and he nodded in my direction in the usual greeting way with strangers.

 

They were both fit lads, too and I hadn’t seen them around before so just assumed they were out for Soldier Night from the military academy as well.

 

The lad I had eye contact with put his pint onto the table between them and looking at the lad sitting opposite him he nodded his head to his right, in my direction again. The other lad looked at me, too and nodded his head to me as well. Then they both smiled but said nothing.

 

Not assuming anything other than they were just being friendly and wanted a quiet pint I looked away again, reached out and grabbed my own pint glass and took a second good sip of it.

-         Is it always like this ?

 

The lad sitting with his back to the wall like I did suddenly said.

 

I looked over at him to see if he was talking to me. He was:

-         What do you mean ?

 

I said and smiled not knowing what he meant by it and a little bit confused.

-         I mean, with all the soldiers trying it on with random local lasses ?

-         Ahh… That is usually how it goes on a Thursday night, yes.

 

I said and smiled. They both returned my smile and the other lad said:

-         Are you here every Thursday night ?

-         Can’t say I am, no… I usually watch football with two mates on Thursday nights, but they couldn’t make it tonight.

 

The first lad smiled and followed up:

-         Ahh, football is good.

 

Then he moved in his seat and turned to me sitting on the bench at the table next to theirs:

-         Mind if we joined you ?

 

I looked at him as he paused his movements waiting for my response.

-         Not at all.

 

I said and moved from the middle on the bench to the back end of it. Now with two walls to my sides, the back wall and the front window wall facing the town square they both got up from their table and came over to mine and took a seat each. The first lad sat down on the bench next to me while the other lad found a seat on the bench on the opposite side of the table.

 

****

 

The night went on from there. One beer was followed by another and then another and in-between short visits to the Gents room we got chatting nicely. Turned out they, too were soldiers, which was hardly a surprise to me after all, but they had only recently joined the academy as part of the new training recruitment team and their jobs consisted of assessing the new class of soldiers. That probably explained why they seemed more laid back and chilled than the other young lads in the pub that night. Even a few years of added age can mean a lot in how people are, of course. And these two lads seemed more mature and less late-teen than the others. Probably because they had been around the block a bit more and also being in their early twenties meant a lot, too.

-         I don’t even know your name ?

 

I said to the lad next to me on the bench when the lad sitting on the bench opposite us had gone to the Gents room again.

-         Jacob…

 

He said and smiled before continuing:

-         And you ?

-         Alex.

 

I said, returning his smile just as the other lad returned to our table. Carrying three more pints for us.

-         And this is Simon.

 

Jacob said and reached out and took one of the pints after Simon had put them onto the table between us and found his seat again.

 

****

 

Looked like this would be our last pint of the night as shortly after the barman rang the bell for last orders and as the place began to empty bit by bit, he turned the lights down as well.

 

We stayed put for a bit longer and enjoyed each other's company and the chat flowed nicely between all three of us. Then I suddenly felt a hand on my left thigh. I looked down for a brief moment then back up and my eyes met Jacob’s. He smiled.

 

I looked away but still felt his hand on my left thigh. It felt nice and warm on top of my Summer shorts. The room was dark and the music coming from the jukebox in the corner to our right was high enough for the few people left at the other tables to be kept busy with their conversations and drinking for no-one to notice what was happening at the table near the corner.

 

While still looking away I now felt his hand move to the edge of my shorts and a couple of fingers play with the naked skin just inside the shorts. It felt nice and our andy began to move a bit as well.

 

Then the music stopped, and his hand went away again. Only for the next song on the jukebox to begin and as soon as it did I felt his hand at the top of my left thigh, slowly moving towards the growing bulge in my shorts. I don’t mind a bit of public naughtiness, heck I am all for it most of the time, but this was new to me and I guess lust and curiosity let me be fine with him continuing.

 

So, I let him, and he did.

 

****

 

It was then that I noticed Simon still sitting opposite us was watching us closely. He was clearly focused on both his soldier friend and my reaction as well. And it turned me on quite a bit. He seemed to be wonderfully open-minded and liked to watch. That he got a kick out of it as well became clear to me only moments later:

-         How about we find somewhere else ?

 

He smiled, reached out for his pint glass on the table in front of him and downed the rest of his beer.

-         What do you think ?

 

Jacob said and looked me straight into my eyes, smiled and gave our growing andy a little squeeze from outside my Summer shorts.

-         Sure, why not… The night is still young.

 

I smiled back and looked at them both.

 

****

 

Once outside the pub we looked around the town square. I wasn’t really interested in bringing two lads home with me, not complete strangers which they still were. I have been around the block enough times to be a bit more careful with who and how many strangers I bring home at the same time.

 

So, we began to walk down the town square and following the road leading to and away from the square itself it didn’t take us long to reach one of the bridges crossing the town river.

-         What is that hill there ? Is it just a viewpoint of some sort ?

 

Jacob asked and pointed to our right as we crossed the bridge.

-         It’s where the old town fort used to be.

 

I replied, smiled and continued:

-         The fort is long gone, it wasn’t very big and made of wood… These days it is just a viewpoint with a flagpole on top… And a bench for lovers to enjoy themselves.

-         Does it have a name ?

 

Simon asked and we all still looked in the direction of the small hill about two hundred metres from the bridge we had now crossed.

-         The fort ? It probably did…

 

I replied and as Jacob stopped at the top of the steps leading down to the riverbank Simon and I stopped as well, and I continued:

-         I personally call it Nuttin’ Hill…

 

They both laughed:

-         Why Nuttin’ Hill ?

 

Simon grinned.

-         Well, I sometimes go there early in the morning to watch the sunrise… And to have a wank…

 

They both grinned and Jacob began to walk down the steps:

-         This I have to see. Come on.

 

And following him down the steps to the riverbank we all laughed.

 

Within moments we were walking along the river and on the grass area leading up to the small hill in front of us. When we got there, it was pretty dark as there were no lights around. But they both crossed the old, wooden bridge leading from the grass area to the foot of the hill itself:

-         We can go to the top if you like but if you need a rest the bench is on the other side of the hill along the path…

 

I said and smiled as I reached them at the foot of the small hill.

-         Let’s go find the bench…

 

Jacob smiled and continued:

-         Lead on, Macduff.

 

****

 

Having carefully walked around the small hill by its foot on the narrow path going around the hill we soon found the bench on the other side. The view was of a field of grass and the old breed of cattle living there had long turned in and were all resting on their bellies on the grass.

-         Nice spot.

 

Simon smiled and took a seat at the end of the bench. Jacob followed his example and took a seat as well at the other end of the bench. Leaving a space for me in the middle of them. It seemed almost too good to be a coincidence but still I took a seat on the bench between the two of them.

-         This is more like it…

 

Jacob said and looked at me and smiled. Then he placed his hand back onto my left thigh.

 

Before I had a chance to say anything Simon placed a hand on my right thigh as well and as they both began to fondle my thighs letting their warm hands go gently up and down I moved further back into the bench letting my back rest against the back of the bench.

 

We had all had a few pints and combined with a good and pleasant chat down the pub we had reached the bench at Nuttin’ Hill in fine spirit. And as their warm hands moved closer to my growing bulge from each side of me, our andy grew bigger and bigger.

 

As both their hands reached my crotch at the same time and began to fondle my now pretty hard cock from the outside of my Summer shorts, I reached my arms out and placed a hand on both their backs. If they wanted to take this evening to the next level, I wanted them to know it was all in their hands.

-         Let’s get rid of these…

 

Jacob suddenly said. And as he grabbed my shorts from his side gently beginning to pull them off me, Simon did the same from his side. Lifting my arse up slightly making it easier for them to pull them off me the shorts were soon down by my feet.

 

Rarely wearing any underwear, with last night being no exception, our andy now stood proud and fully erect in my lap:

-         Nice one…

 

Simon smiled and Jacob agreed nodding his head.

 

Reaching out his right hand Jacob grabbed my hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. It felt great and even better when Simon moments later reached out and cupped my shaved ballsack and began to juggle my balls gently in his warm palm with fingers so wonderfully curious and playful.

-         Very nice…

 

Jacob smiled and this time Simon nodded his head in agreement.

 

Our andy isn’t the biggest cock in the world, seven inches is a pretty standard Norse cock after all, but it is always nice to get a compliment on your member. Two in a short time even nicer.

 

Then with no other words spoken Jacob moved closer to me, bent down and in one swift move mouthed my hard cock. Sitting on the bench on Nuttin’ Hill close to Midnight on Soldier Night with two fit soldier lads on each side of me, one cupping and playing with my ballsack, the other now licking and sucking his way all over our andy felt fucking great.

-         Mmm…

 

Simon moaned a couple of minutes later, took my hard cock out of his mouth and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze:

-         Nice bit of precum…

 

Jacob’s hand was still warmly cupping my ballsack, but his upper body moved closer to me as well now. Then he bent down, too:

-         Let me have a taste…

 

Then he mouthed me as well. And as he licked up my tasty precum he moaned:

-         Mmmm…

 

Wanting back in on the action Simon moved his head down to my crotch and they took turns on sucking me off between them.

 

I was so horny by now and knowing my body and our andy well enough I knew it wouldn’t take me long to shoot my load. But I wanted it to last for as long as possible, the feeling of being double-gobbled this way was such a turn-on for me.

 

With a hand on the back of both of them I moved a bit uneasy in my seat between them on the bench. With my cock deep inside Simon’s warm and eager mouth Jacob looked up at me:

-         Are you getting close ?

 

Somewhat out of breath I smiled in the darkness:

-         Yeh…

 

Returning my smile and with Simon upping the movements of his right hand on my hard cock he took our andy out of his mouth and looked up at me as well:

-         Cum for us…

 

With his strong, firm hand going up and down my cock faster and faster now and with both their mouths now close to my cock head again it was a feeling and a view I could no-longer do anything to resist and as I felt my balls pull up my moaning increased:

-         Mmmm… MMmmm…

-         Yeh… Cum… Cum for us…

 

Jacob grinned and repeated Simon’s words.

 

And then I shot my load. It went about a foot into the air and as it squirted out, they both stuck their mouths to my hard cock and licked and sucked it from both sides together.

 

Some of my warm cum had hit Simon’s chin and while still stroking me off though now somewhat slower than before, Jacob reached his head to Simon’s face and licked my cum off his chin. It turned me on so much to sit there on the bench in the darkness at the foot of Nuttin’ Hill watching them enjoy themselves this way.

 

As my breathing returned to a somewhat normal again, my eyes were still very much focused on the two of them still faced-down at my crotch. Then they kissed. It was the most soft and gentle kiss I had ever seen two lads involved in and as I smiled, my hands moved from their backs to the back of their heads connecting the two lads even more.

 

****

 

Twenty or so minutes later we left the bench and Nuttin’ Hill again, walked back up along the town river and back up the steps by the bridge. We then crossed the road and went down the steps on the other side continuing our walk along the river till we reached the main road with the petrol station to our right. We said our goodnights and our ways parted as they walked up to the big railway bridge and continued their walk to the military academy while I crossed the main road and was back home in my roof flat minutes later.

 

A refreshing shower later I am now ready to turn in. But I wanted to put last night’s events down on paper first while enjoying a late-night cold can of beer by myself.

 

I will turn in shortly with a smile on my face. And wonder why we ever decided to have our weekly football night on the same night as Soldier Night.

 

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