Drill Sergeant Gets Drilled

Drill Sergeant gets Drilled Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you.

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Drill Sergeant gets Drilled

Part 2

Sergeant Robert Blakely was panting when he reached the Lieutenant's quarters. He was feeling tired and fucked out after the intense cum he'd just had with J.B., the hot military cop. He tried to pay attention during his meeting with the Lieutenant, but had a hard time keeping his eyes open.

First Lieutenant Jim Masterson noticed and asked Sarge outright what was the matter.

"Sorry, Lieutenant, I guess I had a bit of a rough night last night. Too much to drink."

"Hell, Sergeant, I've sure been there before, so I know how you're feeling. But try to stay awake will you? If you want, afterward you can take a nap in my bed. I'll call the corporal and explain that our meeting ran over."

"Sure, thanks sir. I'll stay awake til then sir."

Fortunately, Sarge found one thing to keep himself awake: Jim Masterson. At 48, the man was nothing but tall, dark and handsome, with the distinguished look of an officer. Closely cropped salt and pepper hair, dark brown eyes and a rough yet freshly shaven face all set Sarge's imagination working overtime. The Lieutenant was not as beefy as the Sergeant but was tall, about 6'4", and Robert guessed that they weighed roughly the same. The effect was an imposing figure of a man.

Their meeting lasted a half-hour. Lieutenant wrapped the business up then showed Sarge to the bedroom of his quarters, where Sarge could take a nap to recover. The last thing Sarge remembered was Jim closing the blinds to block out the afternoon sun.

Sarge woke up from his nap. As he opened his eyes and adjusted to the afternoon light, he noticed a round, flesh-colored object in front of him. It was the size of a racquetball, only was not perfectly round nor even oval-shaped. Slowly Sarge reached up with his big paw and grabbed the object. Immediately he recognized the feel. Firm latex. He grabbed the object half-tucked underneath the pillow and pulled it out. The rubber object continued in its cylindrical form deep beneath the pillow. The big man continued to extract the objet until he'd unearthed the biggest, fattest dildo he'd ever seen. Fourteen inches long and wide as a baseball bat, a fake cock of monstrous proportion.

Sarge wonders who could take such a huge thing. He wonders what it would be like to suck on a dick that size. It wasn't that much wider than J.B.'s cock, just a helluva lot longer. Tentatively, the burly sergeant brought the plastic fuckstick to his mouth and licked the tip. The faint taste of lube and ass greeted him, but it only turned him on. He wondered where this giant dildo had been. Had some man taken it up his ass? Who? And how?

To satisfy his curiosity, he opened his mouth now. It fit around the huge, round head of the object, but just barely. At least this thing wouldn't mind if his teeth got in the way, Sarge thought as he lowered his wet mouth down on the latex shaft. As he pushed it in past his molars, he felt his body shudder. Maybe J.B. was right, thought Sarge, maybe I do have a clit in the back of my throat, he laughed to himself.

Now the fake prick was nudged against his tonsils and would go no further without rearranging his position. So he backed off the fat fuckstick, leaving a film of his own spit covering the third of the length that he'd managed to work into his mouth. He pulled it all the way out from beneath the pillow where it had been ineffectively hidden and positioned it against the headboard. He backed up and lay down on his stomach.

In this position, Sarge eased his mouth back down over the flared head and down the massively thick shaft. It stretched him and opened up his mouth. It started to press up against the back of his throat when Sarge tilted his head back slightly, allowing the shaft to penetrate his gullet and glide into his esophagus.

Now that he'd established a good deep throat on this object, he took his time working it in and out, guiding more and more of the cock down his throat. He was amazed he was able to get so much in, but was feeling nothing but incredible horniness. If only this were a real dick, he thought. He imagined what stud could possibly carry a piece of equipment like this. Swinging hard and heavy between his thighs. Sarge thought of this imaginary man, pictured him right there with him in Lieutenant's bedroom, roughly fucking his face, ordering Sarge to open the fuck up and take more of his cock. With his mouth stuffed full with the rubber dong, Sergeant groaned back to this imaginary man to use him. All that could be heard, of course, were muffled grunts.

First Lieutenant Jim Masterson watched as Sarge deepthroated the latex dong. He'd forgot he'd left it there from one of his sessions working over Corporal Brian Cates, an insatiable bottom he'd been dicking the last two months now. Lieutenant watched as Sarge worked himself into a frenzy, bobbing his head violently onto that dildo and writing his ass and grinding his crotch into the bed mattress. Jim couldn't remember a hotter sight.

He stood in the doorway and unzipped his trousers. A eight inches of hardening uncut officer cock met his hand. The shaft was still not fully firm, and as the Lieutenant began to move his hand up and down the length of the truncheon, the foreskin bunched around the perfectly proportioned head, then pulled back with each stroke. He silently jacked off to the sight of Sgt. Blakely eating a cock that no man should be able to handle. He watched the way Sarge's mouth opened and stretched around the huge pole and the lump in the man's already thick bullneck as the dildo penetrated deeper and deeper into his gullet with each inward push. Lieutenant gulped silently as he took in the vision of the hunky sergeant writhing his thick, muscular body. The tightness of the man's uniform made the undulations of his body seem even more obscene. He watched as Sarge arched his back then bucked his head forward to lodge more of the fat, fake dick down his throat. Sarge held the cock deep inside him, completely stationary while his hips thrust in overdrive, humping the mattress like a jackrabbit. Lieutenant felt the juice boil up in his nuts and immediately let go of his now erect and throbbing dick. He knew this scene was too hot to be ruined by a short trigger. Trying to keep his hand from jacking himself, he grabbed the base of his cock, wrapping his fingers around his balls, and waved his dick in the hot, humid air. Splats of pre-cum flung off onto the floor. Masterson wanted to cry out, but he kept silent so as not to disturb the other man, who was lost in his own cockworship.

At that point Sarge stopped his oral ministration and slowly backed off the huge dildo. "Fuck!" he groaned while rapidly breathing, "I got to try this baby." Quickly, his big, thick hands went down to his belt and undid it along with the trousers. In a sex-crazed frenzy, he pulled down the pants and the regulation boxers. Lieutenant was greeted with the sight of a powerful, muscular ass unlike any he'd ever seen - big, full mounds of muscle, surprisingly smooth for a man Sarge's age, with a trail of dark brown hair at the base and running deep up the crevice. The twin melons flexed and twitched as the lug of a man squirmed and raised his hips a little higher in the air.

Putting two fingers at his lips, the sergeant began sucking them into his mouth. Sarge's fingers are fat, and two of them equal the size of an ordinary cock. Quickly, Sarge was pistoning the digits in and out of his mouth, slickening them up. He pulled his hand back and examined the two fingers. Forcefully, he collected his saliva and spit on them.

Reaching his left hand back, he parted his muscular ass cheeks while his right hand went back to began to wet the manhole that's winking and gasping in the hot open air of the room. The Lieutenant was so turned on watching, his uncut meat was surging to an even bigger size. Almost a foot of cock stood up erect and proud, jutting out at a forty-five degree angle in front of the belly of Lieutenant's pressed officer uniform. Taking a quick pull at his full, oversized dick, he stretched the sheath back even tighter, watching a fat pearl of dick lube pool up at the flaring piss-slit. When he looked back up, the man nearly moaned when he saw the Sergeant's hand push forward and those thick fingers sink into Sarge's hole.

Sarge hisses and lets out all the air he'd been holding as he frigged his own cunt with his spit-slick fingers. In and out he pushes them as his sphincter stretches a bit and opens up. Suddenly, he removes them and pulls them back up to his face. Collecting his spit, he hocked it once more into his hand, then returned it to the cleft of his ass. While his fingers probed his own anus, his left hand reached up and took hold of the fake cock. Hungrily, he brought it back to his mouth and sucked the huge fuckrod in. Again muffled grunts of sexual heat filled the room as Sarge probed himself at both ends.

Lieutenant was about to speak up when Sarge stopped and once again withdrew his fingers. He grabbed the dildo and extracted the length from his gullet. The length was wet with Sarge's spit and the tip coated in a film of viscous mucus. Slowly, he guided the dildo back to his crack. Slowly he rubbed the wet cockhead against his crack, luxuriating in the feel of the clubhead rubbing and pressing against his puckered hole. With one hand he reached back to pull his asscheek apart while the other guided the fucktoy right into his gash.

In it slid. The Lieutenant nearly gasped, he couldn't believe his eyes. Here was the drill sergeant lying in his bed, pants pulled down and asshole about to be violated by a major prick. Masterson's dick twitched when the dildo's head cleared Sarge's tight ring.

"Ungh!" the big man grunted. He held the rubber shaft still as his rectum got used the feeling of being stretched. This was always the hardest part of any fuck, thought Sarge. That point where the head barely cleared the outer ring. It was bad enough with a normal size dick. With a giant dildo, the pain surged in his bowels. Instinctively, Sarge pushed more in. Sometimes it just needs to clear the gate, he thought.

"Jesus!" Lieutenant muttered under his breath. His cock spurted its goo in tiny spurts that dribbled down the side of the large shaft while he watched Sarge get stuck by his own play toy.

Sarge increased the pressure and steadily more dick slid into him. He panted as each inch made its way into the tight, wet rectum. It was like having a baseball bat shoved up his backside. Only Sarge was horny. Real horny. The afternoon sex with J.B. earlier had just worked his juices up even more. He pushed another inch in. Sweat beaded up on Sarge's forehead. He'd reached another tight area in his rectum. His hand twisted the dildo and pulled it out an inch before pushing it back in. Still, resistance.

Slowly, Sarge pulled the dick out of his ass. "Too fuckin' dry," Sarge whispered as he whipped the piece back to his mouth and licks the head. "Mmm" he moans, then pulls the head back slightly. A couple of times he spits right on it, then dives forward so he's deepthroating the dick once more. This time he only does a couple of deep strokes then takes the wet cock and positions it at his swelling, gaping gash once more.

He lodges the head in his army-stud cunt. "Yeah, that's it," he continues to himself. "Put that big fat cock back in there. Oooh, man, I can feel you really stretching my hole... yeah, that head's as big as an angry fist...feels so fucking wild, man..." Sarge pushes so that an inch and a half traveled in, continuing to stretch his sphincter wider and wider. "Yeah, man, it hurts... but it feels so good... your dick opening me up... showing me how to be your man... opening my ass...taking it slow..." By now five inches were buried in the Sergeant's guts.

Sarge was biting his lip as the dildo once again met resistance. He shivered then whimpered loudly. "Oh, hell I can't wait, man. Oh fuck!" His whole body spasmed as he tried to rearrange himself with his uniform trousers still pulled down mid-thigh and his legs spread as far as the pants would let them. In a jerking motion, he flopped forward and scooted his legs partially underneath him. When he leaned back, he was able to assume a kneeling position with the horse-sized dildo protruding down to the bed mattress. Sarge didn't waste any time. In one quick lunge he sat down on the giant dick and impaled himself on a good ten inches at once.

Lieutenant's dick was really spasming now. The uncut meat bounced uncontrollably and the sheath pulled tight against the man's flared cockhead. His balls were even wet from the cockjuice now dripping steadily down the twelve inches of hard lieutenant dick.

Sarge meanwhile was grunting, whimpering and shivering all at the same time. He was sweating like a bastard now, beads of sweat coating his face, running down his thick bullneck, and soaking the tight material of his uniform shirt. He held perfectly still as his ass dilated and contracted wildly around its invader.

"So fucking big..." he moaned.

After a minute of holding this tense position, Sarge lifted himself on his haunches. A couple inches at a time, he lifted himself up the length of the plastic dong lodged deep in his ass. His massive quads would strain, then relax, once again crashing his weight down on that huge cock. Immediately, Sarge felt the fullest, most wonderful sense of pleasure his backside had ever experienced. If only this were a real cock stretching his ass, filling him up like he'd never been filled before. Still, this was pretty damn incredible, the immense length and girth of this monster that now Sarge was plunging in and out of his hole in longer, deeper strokes.

The pleasure had the butch, built man undulating his hips in a precision, fluid movement that drove more and more dick into him. By now all fourteen inches were spearing his bowels, and on the upstroke, running roughshod over the swollen, horny knot that was Sarge's prostate.

"Fuck, sir!" Sarge yelled, still in his imaginary dream world. "Fuck the cum out of me!" He was now bucking wildly on those fourteen fat inches, trying to making himself spray.

Lieutenant Masterson could take no more. Swiftly he stepped up to the sergeant and, gripping the man's thick neck, roughly pushed him down flat onto the bed. The Sarge growled as his body pounded into the mattress and he found himself in a prostrate position.

Roughly, Masterson took hold of the plastic cock with his left hand. Holding Sarge's face down hard into the pillow, he piledrived that fake dick in and out. This was the hottest scene he could remember. Sarge was bucking his hips wildly, trying to fuck himself against the ramming cock. Lieutenant looked down on Sarge's fine form in the throes of pleasure. He could make out the corded lats and delts twisting and bunching underneath Sarge's shirt. He admired the powerful legs stretching the uniform pants as they kept trying to spread out beyond their confines. And of course that beautiful, masculine butt, with its high round shape and deep crevice. He examined the sergeant's ass ring which stretched with each inward thrust. He savored the warm, clammy heat of the skin on Sarge's neck against his own palm. He ran his moist cock against one of those perfect ass cheeks. They were hard as stone but the heat felt great on his aching prick.

Carefully, the officer withdrew the dildo until the head snagged on Sarge's constricting sphincter, then finally plopped free, leaving the man's ass gaping obscenely. Lieutenant's dick was long, but not nearly so thick as the cock that had just been working the sergeant over. He took advantage of Sarge's relaxation and guided his prick right into the chasm. Once he got his head in, the ring closed shut around his prick, and he was able to guide his cock into a tight, warm ass.

About three inches were in before Lieutenant decided he need to just climb aboard. Keeping his dick planted in its new home, he stretched down on top of Sarge's body, pressing his weight into the burly man's back.

Putting his mouth down next to Sarge's neck, he barked, "Your lieutenant is ready to mount, sergeant!"

Sarge's body froze. Every single muscle strained in a full, rigid stasis as he realized that he'd been caught. Fear washed over him. Would this mean dismissal? Demotion? Realizing that the lieutenant was no longer gripping his neck, he turned his and spoke, almost sobbing.

"Fuck, sir, I didn't mean... I mean, I couldn't help myself. I just woke up and saw it there sir, under the pillow...You must think your sergeant is a big pussy, sir."

Lieutenant smiled to himself at the word "pussy" as at that moment, Sarge's cunt was constricting around his engorged piece of uncut fuckstick. Slowly, he sunk more of his meat into Sarge while he cooed in his ear.

"It's OK Sarge. You just got your Lieutenant turned on. So fucking hot now. Hell, I know you're no pussy, Sarge. You're all man. That's what's making me so hard, knowing that I'm dicking a big, butch stud like you. Feel my dick?"

Sarge gulped. "Yeah. It keeps sliding into my ass. How much you got, Lieutenant, sir?"

"Fuck, Sarge, I'm only halfway in now. "

"Goddamn, sir, you're hung. I thought you might be."

"Yeah, boy. Does that turn you on?"

Sarge's dick twitched when he heard the word boy. He opened up and backed more of his ass on the Lieutenant's dick. "Yessir, I like them big, sir."

Masterson sunk more of his cock into Sgt. Blakely's guts. "I know you do, Sergeant. I just watched you fuck yourself with a 14 inch toy. Watched you stick it deep in your guts. Scratching your itch. Thought it was time for Lieutenant to scratch that itch for you, stud."

"Oh, yeah, Lieutenant. Sink your cock in me. All fucking twelve inches, sir. I need to be drilled, man."

Jim raised his torso up with his arms and grabbed Blakely's muscular wrists. Holding the man immobile, he screwed his cock all the way in.

"That's it Jim! Work my hole. Scratch deep up in there with your big dick!"

The lieutenant pulled back and then ground his pevlis back in again. Sarge grunted and shook, he was so horned up.

Masterson smirked as he fucked in good 6 inch strokes, stoking the Sarge's hungry bowels with his skilled, powerful shoves. "Yeah, you big lug, open the fuck up. Open up for your commanding officer. "

"Sir, yes sir!" Sarge barked. "This ass is yours, Jim."

"I know this army-issue cunt is mine, Sarge... It's mine and I'm gonna take care of it... With all my twelve inches... Gonna ride it raw and put it away wet..." As if to illustrate the point he began pounding Robert's ass even more ferociously, filling the room with slimy fuck sounds and the soft rhythmic thud of thighs slapping thighs, pelvis pounding taut asscheeks.

"Shit, Lieutenant, fuck me! Pound my shit hole! Make me feel every inch sir! I need more of your big dick... Now, sir..."

"Hell, Sarge, you got a foot of officer cock up your tail. Is my dick not big enough for you, big man?"

"Feels great, sir... No, feels fucking fantastic... Only... Only, I..."

"I know, sergeant. Your lieutenant knows what you need."

Jim stopped his fuckpace, then reluctantly pulled his eager cock back til only the head was lodged in Sarge's guts. Gripping the large dildo that lay discarded on the mattress, he positioned the head of the dick right next to his own and in one movement shoved both cocks in at once.

"OWW! FUCK! Oh, stop, sir!" Sarge once again shook on the mattress, trying to understand, much less recover, from the massive stretching of his hole and sharp pain emanating from it.

"Shut up, cunt!" Lieutenant ordered. "Time your ass gets a real dicking, so you can stop your pathetic whining!"

Sarge grimaced and grit his teeth. Tears welled up in his eyes. But he stayed silent as the Lieutenant reached down to the two pricks, one real and one fake and held them together as they pushed onward into Sarge's spasming fuckchute. He worked more and more until about nine inches of obscene width were buried right between those two round buns sticking up above the belt of Sarge's shucked trousers.

"Have enough now, Sergeant?" The Lieutenant grinned as he held the two shafts deep in the man's hole.

"Yeah, you bastard. Now quit stalling and fuck me."

Fucking took a little more coordination now that the lieutenant had to manually guide the two dicks into that steaming hole. Still he was able to work up a good pace and soon had the butch sergeant moaning.

"Yeah, getting double dicked... feels like nothing ever before...you're fucking me so deep, so good... Shit, I can't hold back any more, Lieutenant... you're fucking it out of my sir... fucking every damned drop... Aw, shit!"

Sarge bellowed as his words broke into sobs and as his hips started fucking the mattress torn between getting more cock up his orgasming ass and rubbing his cock against the bedspread. Either direction just sent more juice spurting from his cock. For three minutes, the big man lay there and ground himself against the lieutenant.

"At ease, sergeant," the Lieutenant muttered as his stroked the back of the man's head, letting him enjoy the moment of his seminal discharge. "Let it all out. Yeah, you're a good fuck, Blakely..." He slowly removed the dildo from Sarge, leaving only his dick inside. "... A real good fuck...Now come sit in my lap, buddy."

With all his strength, Jim pulled Sarge up til the two men were kneeling, still in a fuck position. Sarge's uniform shirt was soaked from all the sperm he'd shot, a big circle of wetness spread across the front of it.

"Yeah, that's it," the lieutenant encouraged as Robert lowered his ass back down on his cock.

"Oh, Jim, you make me feel so good."

"You drive me wild, too, Robert." Lieutenant's dick sunk all the way. "But I don't think I can hold back any more. You ready for my load, stud?"

"Yes sir," Robert muttered.

Jim didn't even have to thrust much before the head of his uncut meat swelled and the pissslit opened, letting out gush after gush of thick, officer nut juice.

"I feel your seed, sir. You're shooting way deep in there. "

"Is this what you needed, Sarge?" Lieutenant breathed during his fierce orgasm.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."