GI JOE Pornography Story: Night Moves – Chapter 1

GI JOE Pornography Story: Night Moves – Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Please note I
do not own any characters in this work of fan fiction. Any reference
to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental.

Night
time. That is when I am at my peak. There is nothing that can get
by me in the dark. That is where I am most comfortable and most
alert. When I was younger, my dad and brothers thought it fun to
force me to hunt rats in a junk yard at night. Dad was the type of
man that didnt want any sissy boys in his house. He wanted his
boys tough and fearless like him. Well Dad, guess what, your little
rat catcher has grown up. And now hes something more scarier than
the boogie man.

It
was a hot summer night at the Pitt, and I drew sentry duty. Lucky
me. Its not that I dont mind it, but Id rather scan the
perimeter from a snipers nest, than do a building to building
search like the average green shirts.

Approaching
the Motor Pool, I heard a noise from behind a pile of crates. As I
crept along the side of the wall, the noise grow louder and more
audible. At first it sounded like an animal moaning or crying. Then
I could barely make out movement that resembled someone choking
another person. Finally a female voice cried out, Thats it.
Stab me with your javelin big fella. Javelin? Quickly, I flood
the room with the light from my flashlight and in the corner on a set
of oil drums were Flint & Lady Jaye; both half naked and dieing
of embarrassment.

Next
day, Im called on the carpet before Duke. Flint was standing in a
corner acting like a spoiled brat that he is. It seems he had gone
to Duke and trumped up some charges of insubordination and false
arrest against me. As I explained to Duke, Its not like I was
doing anything wrong. I was just doing my job; making the base safe
from Cobra terrorists and the occasional cheap freaks who like to
bone their girlfriend behind the motor pool. I could tell Beach
Head was smirking under that baklava of his. It wasnt my fault
beret boy here, couldnt find a decent motel room like everybody
else. It makes Beachs day seeing Flint all riled up. The two
have been thorns in each others sides since day one, and come to
think about it, I really didnt care for Flints cavalier
attitude either.

Flint
had enough. He was embarrassed in front of his girl last night, he
was embarrassed in front of his peers by spending a night in the
stockade, and now he was going to be the joke of the base because of
my little comment. Something had to give and Flint took a swing at
me. Duke intercepted the swing slammed Flint face first on the top
of his desk.

FLINT!
I WILL NOT HAVE MY MEN FIGHTING AMONGST THEMSELVES! DO I MAKE MYSELF
CLEAR, shouted Duke. Flint gathered what was left of his
composure and responded with a sheepish, Yes sir…

WHAT
WAS THAT SOLDIER! I CANNOT HEAR YOU!, said Duke applied more
pressure to the base of Flints skull.

YES
SIR!, replied Flint in pain. Duke then turned him loose and
turned his attention to me. I shrugged at the whole thing like it
was nothing. Flint was lucky, if it wasnt for Duke, I would have
ripped his arm off and shoved half way up his ass.

As
far as Im concerned, this incident between both of you ends now.
Understand?,

Beach,
Im not sure, my vision was kind of hazy, did we see anything? Im
not exactly sure., I quipped.

Hmmm
your right I think I saw ole Beret Boy get his ass handed to him
by his CO, but like you Ive come to question my vision.,
chuckled the ranger.

What
are you two getting at., questioned Duke.

What
are you getting at you two., asked Duke.

With
all due respect sir, seeing as we have problems with our vision,
maybe some well deserved R&R will get us off base long enough for
us all to forget this whole ordeal., replied Beach Head with a
wicked grin under his baclava.

Duke
shook his head in disgust.

You
two pirates have been hanging out with Shipwreck way too long.,
gasped Duke. Okay here is a 24 hour pass, now get the hell out of
my sight before I change my mind.

Dismissed.

As
the two left Dukes office they could hear Duke say to Flint, By
the time Im done with you, screwing around behind the motor pool
will be the last thing on your mind

That
night we found ourselves at a place called Jakes Gravel Bar.
Someplace Shipwreck suggested. It was alright. Dried blood mixed
with sawdust on the floor, jukebox playing various country songs, and
some busty blonde pushing her late 40s behind the bar filling mugs
with what was on tap. A real typical redneck establishment and Beach
Head felt right at home. I was just minding my business, sipping a
brew when out of the blue a group of punks stroll in. Ive seen
their type before. Young rebels with an attitude, both ears, tongue
and body pierced, hair spiked up and a shirts tied around their
waist. Looked like rejects from a Dreadnoks convention. I casually
looked over in their direction, but Beach Head, tapped me on the
shoulder and suggested we paid them no mind.

On
the TV ran a story about a convoy of American troops who were killed
by Iraqi terrorists. Beach & I knew lot of young men and women
who went over there to fight so we bowed our head in silence out of
respect for the dead.

Suddenly,
this skinny yellow haired punk stands up and says FK them and gives
the screen the one finger salute and then grabs his crotch as he
walks back at his crew

At
first I didnt say anything. I just stood up, walked over to where
he sat and just stared at him with disgust.

What
the Fk you staring a Before he could finish his sentence, I
had already grabbed the yellow haired freak by the throat and slammed
him up to a nearby wall. Another punk thought it smart to hit me over
the back with a chair. Then everything turned into a dog pile. A
small blue haired punk was thrown across the bar, while another was
slammed him thru a table. This one big bald guy with a nose ring
tried to be smart and duke it out with me. I took a few hard punches
to the jaw and then I countered with a judo flip that sent him
sailing over pool table. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see
someone else being dropped like a bad habit. I look over and see
Beach Head covering my back. Ill have to handle it too you,
Lowlight, you really know how to liven up a bar. He chided as he
kicked some guy in the balls and finished with a hard right to punks
head.

Sounds
of sirens echoed in the distance, so we high tailed it out of there
in Beachs Humvee.

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