DI Training - Chapter 2
The following story is fiction and involves sexually explicit interracial erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young to be reading material of this nature, live where it is not allowed, do not read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms or practice safe sex. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using protection.
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Watching the two NCO's spit-roasting the young soldier with the fiery red hair that I quickly recognized as SP4 Collin, the Company Clerk of our very own HQ's Company, instantly brought back memories of my observing these very same and similar sexual activities going on quite regularly at a young pre- adolescent age as my buddies and I played between the sand dunes along the beaches of Southern California near Huntington Beach, home to the Annual World Surfing Championships where I grew up.
It was there on the white sandy beaches in the sun's warm summer breeze inside one of the many beach canvas cabanas owned by a luxury hotel along the coastline near Muscle Beach that I experienced those fantastic body tingles and the dry orgasm associated with my very first blow job, administered by, none other than the same 22yo Scandinavian surfer Kyle that was teaching my young buddies and me to surf. I kept going back for more until he had me hooked on that feeling as it rushed through my body like an electral shock.
Kyle recognized my potential value to him and quickly took me under his wing, befriended me, and soon was training me at the very early pre-adolescent age of eight in the basic skills needed to hustle. He soon had me hustling my young smooth hairless body to a clientele of the wealthy gay tourists and pedophiles he had himself become too old and no longer able to attract as his major income source. The clientele all wanted the very young pre-teen boys as I, with smooth creamy soft skin to fulfill their special desires, so Kyle's street smarts, experience and connections combined with my young hairless pre-adolescent suntanned body, sporting blue eyes, long blond hair and good looks immediately became a successful partnership earning him a tidy income.
He kept me safe and busy getting the tingles and orally servicing clientele, all with an adequate disposable income to support their illegal, therefore expensive habit. He would contact and schedule the wealthy clientele and always delivered and accompanied me around as I serviced each customer. It worked out great for him, especially during the busy tourist season and holidays when his cup overflowed with all those tax-free dollars rolling in.
Kyle gave me a substantial weekly allowance to keep me happy and always kept my services strictly oral. He was always present to make sure it stayed that way and I didn't get drugged and Sodomized or abducted at that very young age. My ass was never penetrated... so my virginity always remained intact.
The fact that Kyle was a dedicated bottom, I quickly learned when I suddenly burst into a growth cycle and puberty hit me like a bolt of lightning. He kept my balls well drained as he watched my pecker grow to become an 8" massive juicer. He became addicted to my cock stimulating his talented anus, as I mounted him before and after high school each day mostly in the back of his van on a futon sofa, but also on weekends at his apartment where he already had two very young runaways living with him and learning to hustle for him.
How Kyle and I kept this all from my foster parents for years I most attribute to the fact that they were both working professionals and very trusting. I was one of four foster children that they were raising with the help of a fulltime nanny, a cook and a housekeeper. Since I was the oldest and gave them no need to mistrust me, it made it quite easy for me to slip away virtually at will most anytime without being questioned.
So, you see it wasn't like I was a total sexual neophyte and newcomer to male to male sex when I joined the US Army the fall after I graduated from high school, then 18, with a less than average grade point average and no desire to attend junior college or a trade school. But, by then I did consider myself possibly Bi, but most likely Gay, as I had little or no interest or sexual experiences with anyone of the opposite sex. Kyle had kept me well serviced through those teen years when my adolescent juices controlled my brain.
So, here I was tonight, sexually excited watching these two muscled NCO's totally nude and in the buff for the first time. The sheer beauty of their ebony masculinity as I watched their muscles expand and contract took my breath away. The fact that they had the young redhead Collin bent over and spit-roasted right before my very eyes had me totally boned and lusting for a piece of the action. My brain had already fogged over hoping I was going to get lucky and offered a ride up the beautiful redhead's hungry anus, or at least a blow job tonight. It was obvious that Collin was liking the attention he was getting by the two Black guys, as he was totally engaged and softly moaning out his pleasure.
Getting a piece of this action was the only thought that crossed my mind as it put me into instant motion. I immediately stepped forward into the room and secured the door just as I had been summoned.
"Now loose the towel and shower kit on the bed and take those three pills I've laid out for you on the desk Boy. I can clearly see you want to join us for some playtime with Collin. Hell yea, why not! First the pills though Boy! Down the hatch... NOW! Wash them down with that cup of Sloe Gin. Go ahead now... drink it all down! You'll get use to that taste as the weekend progresses. That's It... Bottoms Up... Good Boy! By the end of the weekend you'll be well on your way to becoming a dedicated member of our group of young White Boys like Collin here."
SSgt Long uttered a few words that I found complimentary though somewhat confusing. "I see now Bro why you been flapping your jaws and wagging your tongue at me all week excited about your new assistant. He does display well in the buff. He already seems to take your orders well, downed the Calais, Ecstasy, and Valium pills, just as you predicted he would earlier without resistance. Yea, he's a beauty alright; just look at that plump, round bubble butt on the Cracker... The Boy's got a good size handle on him too, for a Whitey. When those pills kick in Jackson, we are sure to have us one good time."
Jackson responded with, "Definitely, I couldn't ask for a better candidate as my trainee and class assistant. Already got him towing the mark obeying my commands and enjoying my constant prodding and touches, even starting to take to my strong smell after a rigorous training session. He's been boning up good now when I get him pined and frotting my dick against his sensitive areas. Can't wait to get frotting between those bubble buns while he's in the nude. Yea, he's going to work out just fine, become a real keeper for us Bros to enjoy!"
He turned pulling his huge Black Snake out of Collin's mouth and faced me stroking Collin's throat slime along the black shaft with one hand, then worked the long foreskin back using his other hand, exposing a reddish-purple cockhead and the massive glands that formed the helmet. It was a beauty alright, like a huge black fire hose covered with the throat juices, but so long and huge it just hung down over his golf ball sized balls encased in a long dangling pendulous hairless smooth scrotum. Large veins intersected that ran down and around his cock's shaft indicating he was at least partially boned, but I really couldn't tell since the club was so massive its weight alone obviously had to make it difficult for him to ever be able to pump enough blood into it to get it to stand up rigid against his abs while he was standing upright.
He gave it a couple more squeezes and cock-snot started bubbling and then forming a web dripping from the piss slit. He gathered a large amount of the pre on his index finger and brought the clear juice to his mouth and gave it a lick and smiled.
"Mmmm yea good, Blonde... you'll want some too before long. I'll have Collin here give you a bit of head to warm you up for a while until those pills kick you in the butt and get your juices flowing so the real fun can begin."
Collin took all my 8 inches right down his throat without a single gag. I was obviously impressed and began to get into rhythm with SSgt Long working him from the opposite end.
My DI asked me, "You like that warm mouth Pvt Chase?"
"Absolutely, oh yea! Collin gives great head!"
"Glad you approve Blonde. And to think Collin came to us a straight Rebel Southern Boy from the bowels of Central Georgia still displaying a Confederate Flag in his wall locker and calling us Blacks Bros Niggers, Spades and Coons a little over a year ago. Oh, how his life has changed now the Bros took him into the fold. He now has an addiction for Nigger Dick and ample Coon juices absorbing daily into his system by SSgt Long, the First Sargent and other Black Bros to keep the little Rebel well lubed."
"Now as for you Bitch," speaking to Collin. "I want you to keep edging Pvt Chase here, over and over, until I give you the OK to get him off. You let him shoot his load before I tell you and I'll give you a taste of that leather flogger you're already well familiar with Boy," pointing to a black leather flogger and a few other sex toys he had for display hanging in an open wall locker, some I recognized, others I did not.
Collin swallowed my sword right down with little effort past his throat muscles and into his esophagus. He proceeded to tighten and then relax his throat muscles which virtually acted like a warm sucking machine firmly attached to the entire length of my dick. It felt fantastic. When he needed oxygen, he would pull up enough to take a quick breath and then go right back to the business of getting me about to blast his throat with my ball juices. He knew each time he had me about to explode and would pull off enough to squeeze my dick near the base until my dick would soften. Then he would start anew edging me as before. Over and over he continued edging me until I was moaning for release, even begging Jackson to let Collin let me cum.
All the time Collin was edging me Jackson was frotting his huge Ebony Weapon back and forth over, around and between my sweaty half-moons and using his fingers to pinch, tweak and roll my sensitive nipples, massage my inner thighs, and spreading lube over and inside my anus with an experienced index finger. As more time passed, I realized I was getting so turned on and needing to cum, I just gave into the wonderful feelings Jackson's constant frotting was causing now as I began to thrust my ass back against his big black dick thinking it would put me over the edge and let me finally empty my balls in Collin's mouth. Oh, was I ever mistaken! Collin wasn't about to let that happen and get a taste of that leather flogger.
I was starting to really feel good now, all warm and tingly all over, so I assumed the pills had obviously kicked in to get me this turned on to any form of anal or ass-play which I had never ever before found the least bit enjoyable. Collin's edging had me drooling for an orgasm, and Jackson's finger wave on my prostate and his constant frotting his huge endowment between my buns and along my taint had my pink rosebud throbbing with a heartbeat, a anal hunger I had never experienced before.
After an hour had passed with him working four of his huge fingers into my ass, rotating, probing and massaging my prostate he had clearly massaged away any resistance I might have tried to muster. I realized his fingers were suddenly being removed leaving me suddenly feeling empty and abandoned, until I felt the head of his huge dick that had been frotting me at my anus trying to gain an entrance.
"Push out like your taking a dump Blonde... loosen up that Pinkie."
"Oh Fuck... you're too Big... I've never been Fucked! My anus is Virgin!"
"Too Late Babe... Just relax and soon you will be loving this big Dick!"
He popped me hard on the ass and I felt the huge head of his dick, greased and pressed hard against my pulsating rosebud pushing through. My excitement turned to panic as a sudden flash of earth shattering flaming hot ass-burn took me by surprise and his huge Anaconda's head broke through my first sphincter muscle and lodged just inside my anal canal. The tears rolled down from my eyes.
I tried to scream out my painful rejection, but Long was already installing a ball gag into my mouth and fastening it behind my head securely keeping me silent.
"Just relax your ass Blonde and let the Nigger in that tight Virgin Cunt."
My dick went soft instantly until Collin's talented mouth was successful in bringing me back up and boned, rigorously sucking on my dick again.
As the muscle squeeze I had on Jackson's huge Anaconda monster dick began to relax enough, he began to rotate his hips and slowly push his dick in further aimed for the target area to guarantee his successful full entry. When the huge monster lodged up against my prostate gland and made its presence known, there was no denying the Black Anaconda was taking full possession of my most hidden and private treasure. He poked and prodded my prostate gland with the head of his monster until he had me again helplessly moaning as the anal burn slowly turned back to a warm and needy pleasure Zone that pulsated, then began to grasp, milk and squeeze the welcome Black Intruder as it made its way deeper until I felt the DI's coarse pubic hair thrusting against my bubble butt.
"OK Collin, take your mouth off Blonde's cock now that he is enjoy my dick enough to stay boned. Won't be long, like you Red, I'll have him begging for my Big Black Dick alone to keep him excited and erect. He'll soon be my personal cum dump and I'll be getting him his own Ace of Spades tattoo like the one the First Sergeant had put on your ass after he got you properly converted from a Confederate Rebel to a Cum Dump for Black Dick."
The End
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