Well, I'm fond of Corporal Lyons so he deserves a chapter. He was so hot and cute in HoB. Come on, there's something special about a man in a uniform. Especially when said man rocks his outfit, has a belt that emphasize his narrow waist, has confidence and... I digress, my friends. Here's the chapter. Have fun!

Corporal Lyons

Car, Roll, Snoopy

Corporal Lyons was a gentleman as he offered the inebriated pretty woman a ride in his car from the pub to her cottage. He had no other intentions. However, it turned out she had.

"You like that?" she asked huskily and blew on his ear as her hand continued to massage his growing bulge through the uniform trousers.

"Uhuh," Lyons moaned and gripped the wheel tighter to keep the vehicle on the road. It had been too long since he had slept with a woman.

"You're so handsome, Corporal. I wonder if you're handsome here too," she tittered and slipped her hand further between his thighs, stroking his balls. The car jumped and Lyons breathed deeply through his mouth before gathering his wits and stopped the car beside the abandoned road.

"You're one crazy girl. It's dangerous to make a man's eyes roll back in his head while he drives," he sighed before unbuckling himself, and unbuckling himself to relieve the pressure in his lower abdomen. The woman licked her pink lips and drew nearer.

"Er, shouldn't we get to know each other better before…" Lyons tried and then hissed as a hand rubbed his chest and made the coarse fabric of the standard army t-shirt move against his nipples.

"Favourite cartoon?"

Lyons saw another hand stray towards his crotch. "Batman," he emitted, followed by an unrestrained groan and he reached for the woman, wanting to set her on his lap and let her ride him.

"Snoopy. Are we done making small talk?" She lifted an eyebrow and Lyons nodded.

"Yes. We are done."

Local, Porn, Rosy

"Seriously, I'm okay with a gay couple owning the inn, but why do they only have gay porn on the tellies?" Lyons grumbled, grateful that he had his back to the screen and his face in Olivia's wet folds.

"God, Lyons! Right there!" she gasped and held onto the headboard. Lyon's back was as slick as the pussy he licked. As long as the girl kept writhing and moaning, he didn't mind the images and sounds behind him.

"By the way," Olivia added and grabbed his hair to get his attention, "Gay porn is bloody hot! I get off on it several times a week." Her rosy cheeks made Lyons want to please her until she came.

"Really? So it's like what lesbian action does for hetero men?" he asked and ventured a look over his shoulder out of curiosity. Oh, God. Those blokes were very agile and…gutsy. He was sure it took some balls to accept three fingers…

Wrenching his eyes from the television, Lyons climbed over Olivia's body and pressed his mouth to her neck. "What…what do you think?" she panted and brought her legs around his waist, preparing herself for the intrusion.

Lyons lifted his head and saw the same lust in her eyes. "I want you take you as you're looking at the porn. Keep looking until you come."

The woman placed her arms on Lyon's biceps. "Whoever said local army boys are narrow-minded was severely wrong."

Orally, Scorn, Op

"You pathetic, lazy sods! Prove you're soldiers!" the colonel yelled at the men who did push-ups in the yard. It was a display for government people so the officer felt the pressure to show how good his soldiers were.

Lyons gritted his teeth, ignored the protest his arms made, and converted the scorn into his own stubborn anger. He furiously went down and up again and felt sweat tickle his skin.

"Oi! This isn't some fancy Op. Ball dance! Give me another fifty!" the colonel shouted.

"Hey, Lyons!" Adam hissed from the right.

"What?" Lyons breathed.

"Blondie over there has been staring at you since the thirtieth push-up."

Lyons discreetly lifted his gaze and saw a woman with a dress, a blonde mane and ample breasts. She smiled at him and looked away but soon her cheeks reddened.

"Told you so. She's wet for you, Lyons. I bet she wants to get you alone in a laboratory and let you have your sweaty way with her," Adam snickered and Lyons dared give him a glowering look. "Shut it."

"But look at her, Corporal. She's been adjusting her shirt for too long. Her nipples ache because of you," another man whispered.

"Quiet!" Lyons grunted but found himself looking up again and saw her fingering the top button on her dress. A pulse shot through Lyons, toward his groin.

"Fuck, she's hot! You're a lucky bastard, Lyons. You must take care of the lady later. We'll distract the others," a private gasped and not so subtly, all the soldiers agreed in mumbles.

The woman winked at Lyons and made an o with her lips. Clearly she wanted to pleasure him orally. Well, he couldn't get sweatier, could he?

So, what did you think? Was it good? Send me a review, pretty please and tell me! Next contestant is someone I'm don't like that much, but I'll write sexy scenes anyway for her and the ones out there who do admire her. A promise to write about all the significant characters is a promise. Say hello to Sally Donovan.