GI JOE Porn Story: Christmas With Frontline – Chapter 1

GI JOE Porn Story: Christmas With Frontline – Chapter 1

Disclaimer:
I own the original character members of Frontline, but not the
official Hasbro-owned G.I. Joe characters.

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Christmas
With Frontline

By
J.T. Magnus, “Turbo”

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“We
three kings of Orient are, tried to smoke a rubber cigar, it was
loaded and exploded and we traveled oh so far…”

Havoc
took a step back as Blaze and Turbo continued.

“We
two kings of Orient are, tried to smoke a rubber cigar, it was loaded
and exploded and we traveled oh so far…”

Now
Blaze stood back and left Turbo to finish.

“I
one king of Orient am, tried to smoke a rubber cigar…”

He
paused and turned to his brothers, “You know, cigar doesn’t
really rhyme with am.”

Blaze
chuckled and shook his head, “NOW he realizes it. That’s why the
third verse is ‘rubber ham’, bro.”

From
a perch on a stool nearby, Beachhead smiled to himself as he looked
around. Low-Light and Zandar were arguing over how, if he existed,
Santa did his infiltration and exfiltration. Sabre had taken guard
duty up top.

‘I
actually have to agree with Turbo on that guy – he’s a little too
self-important for this… life.’

The
brothers Victors were in the Mess Hall’s kitchen, working on what
they claimed was a traditional family Christmas dish, which left
Sci-Fi and Fix-It to decorate the tree…

Beachhead
scoffed, with those two doing it, they’d be lucky if it didn’t
explode, he almost envied Ghostrider for having to do some kind of
special duty – even if it was Christmas Eve.

The
Ranger reached over to a radio and turned it on, “If there’s
going be music, kiddies, leave it to the professionals.”

With
a sigh, Turbo stepped over to one of the ‘windows’ that were really
video screens on the walls that recieved camera feed from topside –
supposedly to reduce the effects of being underground for extended
periods of time – and rested a hand on the wall, staring out the
‘window.’

Noticing
the change from the usual attitude of his commanding officer,
Beachhead slipped off his stool and walked over to him, “Something
wrong, Major?”

“Nothing
to worry yourself about, Sergeant.”

Beachhead
nodded, “In that case, is something wrong, J.T.?”

Turbo
smiled slightly, accepting the offer of someone to talk to, “It’s
the song, Wayne. ‘Let It Snow’, I’ve always considered it a romantic
song.”

“And
you’re having problems in the romance department?”

“You
could say that. Erin’s still upset that I joined the military without
even talking to her about it.”

“She,
uh…”

“Military,
Wayne. As far as she knows, I’m in training – she doesn’t know about
my commission and command…”

“And
it’s a season for loved ones and right now your loved one isn’t happy
with you, and that song is just making it worse.”

Turbo
chuckled against his will, “Careful, Beach’, or someone might
start to think you’re not just the pig-headed drill instructor you
let on that you are.”

“Nah
a chance a that,” Beachhead answered, purposely thickening his
Alabama accent, “Ah’m too good fer that.”

Then
the Sergeant returned to seriousness, “So, what are you thinking
of doing about it?”

“To
be honest? I’m not sure anymore. Lately we’ve been on the outs more
and more… A couple weeks before I agreed to General Colton’s offer
she got upset because of how I was trimming the bushes out front of
my apartment.”

“Explosives?”
Anyone else, it’d be strange, but within the short month he had known
Turbo, he’d come to realize that nothing was strange when it came to
the Major.

“No,
a chain I was using as a whip.”

“Ah.”

Turbo
turned slightly to look at him, “What’s ‘Ah’?”

“‘Ah’
as in ‘Ah, makes sense, it’s like you.’ …But she got upset about
that?”

Turbo
nodded, “It’s been the little things more and more.”

“And?”
Beachhead prompted.

“At
times it seems more like she’s going through the motions.”

“What
do you think it means?”

“I
don’t know, Wayne… Home troubles, maybe – with her parents. School
troubles… I don’t know,” he paused and turned back to looking
out the ‘window’, “I’m not sure if I want to know.”

“WHO
WANTS WALNUTS?” Rev shouted from the kitchen door, “Mama
Victors’ own Candied Walnut recipe, special for Christmas only.”

“Come
on, Turbo,” Beachhead said, “Let’s try and get some before
they’re all gone.”

Turbo
didn’t get a chance to respond because the Christmas tree started
sparking and caught on…

“FIRE!”

Instinctively,
Blaze grabbed the eggnog bowl and threw it towards the tree…

“No!
The eggnog is…”

…And
the fire burned higher and brighter.

“…Spiked,”
Sci-Fi finished.

Beachhead
gave him a ‘command look’, “And HOW would you know it was
spiked, Corporal?”

“Beach!
Less talk, more move!” Honda interrupted pushing past his
brother with the kitchen fire extinguisher to spray the tree.

A
few moments later, Turbo looked at the Christmas… ashes, “Well,
that was a waste.”

“The
tree?” Zandar asked.

“No,
the eggnog.”

“Sabre
to Turbo. …You’re not going to believe this,” Sabre’s voice
came over Turbo’s Wristcom.

“What
is it, Sabre?”

“I
think I had too much of Sci-Fi’s eggnog, because I think we were just
buzzed by an X-19 Phantom… escorting a sleigh.”

Turbo
blinked and lowered his arm from his mouth, “Ghost’s ‘Special
Duty’… You don’t think…”

Beachhead
blinked back, “Nah… It couldn’t be…”

—-

Merry
Christmas!

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