My Love of War, Part 1
#1 of My Love of War
My Love of War, Part 1.
By Surikat
Many things happened in that war, things that can change a person into shadows of themselves. Some sights were so horrible that it left friends and comrades detached from reality, their reason and humanity long gone for greener pastures in oblivion. The fortunate ones however, were those who wouldn't leave those trenches, their pain and suffering gone. They'll never have to relive those horrible days that still haunt me and will linger with me till I join my fallen brothers. I'd like to think I was one of the lucky ones though, for to the best of my knowledge I seem to have maintained my sanity through those 4 horrible years dug in the trenches of Europe only to emerge with little more then scars and stories. Perhaps though, it was through the grace of God that I am here today, or what I'd like to believe, that it was the will to see him again.
I am Kerneels Southway or Kern for short and what I am writing here today is an account of both the worst time and best time in my life. I was born in Cape Town, South Africa in January of 1895. My father, an English businessman with a long tradition of South African investment, dreamt of a day where our ancestral homeland could be self sufficient and he believed that business ventures were the best path to this. He came from a slave ancestry of centuries prior; it was at a time when painted jackals were valued for both their beautiful physic and strong capable bodies. My mother, a kind and gentle painted jackal that my father met and subsequently then married while in Cape Town on Business a year before my birth would ended up raising me when we returned to Westminster in 1901. It was both my parents' wishes that I receive a proper education in the English tradition. Yet my father was normally away on business back in South Africa during these years, something I still hold bitter to this day.
My childhood was rather uneventful, I took to primary school well and my natural physical aptitude and strength made me an envy of my classmates on the cricket field. I wasn't, however, anything special in the classroom, so I found my claim to fame in cricket. During my years in secondary school I further developed my sports ability as well as developed into a fine virile wild dog. This eventually caught the eye of my female counter-parts; it's a shame for them that I found no interest in what they had to offer. It didn't take long into my pubescent years for me to discover that I was attracted to the other males, not that I would let my peers or family know this, they were happy being ignorant to this fact and I didn't feel that the desire weighed too heavily on my mind where I needed to let the world know.
My sixth form education is where I finally allowed myself to indulge in my sexual desires; I was 17 at the time and nearing the end of my schooling when my eyes caught the attention of a certain Russian Sable named Adrian who was the bowler on our schools cricket team. He was a beautiful example of masculinity, defined and chiseled with near feline grace that drove my mind and body wild. I was happy to discover he held similar feelings for me as well.
I lost my virginity to Adrian, in the team showers after the rest had gone back to their dorms. The event stands vivid in my mind; through the last remnants of steam and mists his strong arms found themselves warped around me from behind followed by a gentle lick to my neck and ear while his long and nimble tail wrapped itself around my leg. I noticed that his soft black fur in the damp shower room shined with a dark blue highlight, it was gorgeous to behold. His paw moved down the front of my chest till it rest on my sheath, then with expertise he rubbed its length and sac till my pink head was coaxed out of its hiding spot. Taking my partially erect length into his capable paw he began to stroke it till I was as hard as my body would allow, the excitement from my member drizzling down over his fingers. My virgin body was completely unprepared for the sensations I was feeling, this was better then I could have ever imagined. The feel of his warm length rubbing up against my fur and under my tail, teasing my tailhole and making my legs feel weak was overwhelming. The strong grip on my knot nearly drove me over the edge till his grip released and with a whisper, "Not yet, you don't."
He turned me around to face him, my eyes caching a glimpse of his mustelidae member, 7 inches just slightly smaller then my own as it stood erect from its' own sheath with excitement. It shined with pink radiance from the steam and dripped with his precum. I took it into my paw and stroked it, causing little bursts of moans to erupt from his muzzle. I kissed his neck, licking at his damp fur, enjoying his taste and scent. We locked muzzles then, buried ourselves in a kiss, our tongues dancing between our mouths while we rubbed our lengths together. The slick feel of his member against mine felt like silk in my paw as I slowly jerked us. We nibbled and bit at each other, our free paws mapping our bodies then with a quick pinch of my ass he got on his knees and took my member into his mouth with all the warning of a quick lick. The warmth of his mouth coupled with the work of his tongue as it wrapped itself around me like a paw was too much and I couldn't hold back any longer, I shot myself down his throat with explosive force. He took most of the thick seed without problem, only having to back off with a cough when it became too much for him to swallow, the remaining shots landing on his nose and forehead. Then licking his lips and nose, cleaning some of my seed from his face, he stood back up. He kissed me again and I tasted my musk on his lips, then with a roll of his tongue the remaining bits of my seed in his mouth were transplanted into mine. I swallowed it with delight before licking off the last bit of cum from his face; I found I enjoyed my taste extensively.
A moment later I was up against the wall, my back to him and tail parted to the side. I felt his length tease around my tailhole. He muttered in my ear, "Ready?" and all I could do was nod, drowned in my own eager anticipation and lust. I wanted him; I wanted him like nothing else at that moment. Wetting his paw with several licks from his tongue he then went to stroking himself, wetting and preparing his member to take my virgin hole. Then, getting on his knees once more, he spread my ass and buried his muzzle against my pucker. His quick licks sent wave after wave of sensations throughout my body to which I found myself powerless to and was only able to produce inaudible mutters as my tongue hung lazy from my mouth. His tongue worked my tailhole, soaking and tracing it with each sweep, occasionally poking hard against me, penetrating me ever so slightly.
He then surprised me when I felt the pressure of a warm slick finger pushing inside me. This sensation was painful at first, but immensely enjoyable. Never having experienced this before I was having trouble relaxing, but with a deep breath I tried to focus on the sensations of pleasure that overtook my body. It was amazing and I couldn't stop from moaning loudly as he pulled out. His devious face grinned with satisfaction as he stood up and clasped my hip with a paw before guiding his member into my body with the other, his head penetrated without trouble but I did find myself thoroughly unprepared for his size. It felt like I was being torn apart down there, I yelped in pain. "Are you alright!?" He asked with genuine concern. I nodded wincing. "Yes, just give me a moment to adjust." He complied and didn't push further till I nodded again, then slower then before he entered me till our hips locked.
I moaned with a long drawn out murr as he began to thrust, each pump sending my body through cascades of foreign pleasures I never imagined possible. As his thrusting became harder, his sack hitting against my ass, he took to biting down on an ear at first then my shoulder as he reached around and clasped a paw around my throbbing member, clenching the knot tightest as he took me for his own. His body against mine, our musk's mixing, the tightness of his grip on my member and the warm, slightly painful sensation of his length inside me were like nothing imaginable and I never wanted it to end. I clenched myself around his cock, trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me and as I did this his breathing became faster, I knew he was close. I pushed back against him as I felt his body jerk, as his seed shoot into me with satisfying jets, filling me to the brim. This brought my excitement to a peak immediately as I shoot my seed against the tile wall. We both stood there, joined for several minutes. Basking in our glow, enjoying each others body as long as we could, the smell of our musk still lingering strong on our senses, it refused to let us forget this moment. As he pulled out I could feel the warm wetness of his cum following him and running down my thigh which just added to my feelings of fulfillment and satisfaction. We stayed in the shower for a little while longer before we realized that it was getting into the later end of dusk, cleaning up quickly before getting dressed, we went our separate ways for the night.
For the remainder of that year, Adrian and I met like this regularly to satisfy our lustful desires. Each time seemingly better then the last, it appeared to be a perfect world for us. However it wasn't meant to last, as our time at school was shortly to end and we'd have to both go our separate ways which was worsened by the fact we lived in different parts of Britain. Even now I still think about him from time to time, I never was able to find out what happened to him after the Great War, but that was simple teenager lust I felt for him. It was purely animalistic driven desires, superficial in its crafting. It lacked that one thing you find in only one person in your life. I wouldn't figure out what that one thing was till I found myself surrounded in an earthborn hell.
After school, I returned to my parent's home. Father was again away in South Africa, on another venture which he claimed would be our big break. It was early 1914 when I finally took up a job at a nearby pub, busing tables till I was competent enough to work behind the bar. It was there that I heard of the June 28th assassination. Then on August 4th, as I was working behind the bar on a rather slow evening, I heard the most horrifying word that had ever stabbed my ears and which chilled me down to my very soul... "War."