Kevin Jones - New Orders is a story about Kink and Piss and a sexy Army Private who is actively getting to know the men in his barracks house. This is a fictional story about adult gay military men. If you aren't interested, or this is illegal where you live, please stop reading.
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Kevin Jones -- New Orders 20
Day 11 - 1300
Anton walks back to the house. It's hot and he's in a regular army uniform. He doesn't appear to be in a good mood.
"You okay?" Private Jones asks as he meets Anton on the asphalt path.
"I certainly don't want to discuss it out here. I think I need to look at my notes before I spill my guts." Anton Says.
"But I do have your cell Phone" Anton says, "Tom got the UPS delivery while I was there, here you go. Do you know how to use it?"
"I do. I think. I may have some questions though."
Kevin takes the phone out of the cloth pocket it came in. He opens it up to see that there are 3 Contacts already in the phone and asks if the phone is used. He's told it's not. He looks at the 3 contacts and realizes that Corporal Tom put some entries into Contacts. He entered his own Office phone, direct line, with a picture of himself. Smiling, complete wearing his uniform sitting at his desk. The 2nd Contact was of Anton, along with a picture Tom took this morning, and his mobile phone and office phone. The third contact is "Dick McDickerson" with his private mobile number and a picture of Tom's Semi Hard Cock. Kevin laughed out loud.
Just then he receives a text. " Don't worry about giving me your phone number. I already have it." The text message informs him.
Text "Thanks for getting the phone for me." Kevin texts back. Privates Anton and Jones enter the house. "Come into my office. I want to talk with you." Anton says. "I'm kind of at odds over something and I need to talk about it. Maybe you can give me some ideas."
Jones listens and says, "Is this about your meeting with Sergeant Brown this morning?"
"Yes, and you can't share this. Strict Confidence on this, okay?" Says Anton, looking concerned. "It seems that the Sergeant is being pressured by some higher up, I don't know who or where, because our unit looks like a black hole on a management chart... I'm not really sure. We don't look like all the other units of Army men from their perspective. We don't show a purpose for our unit and we don't show progress. So, apparently, those higher ups are looking at us and wanting some of the blanks to get filled in. The Sergeant needs our help with what they see is a need for correction. And I'm not at all certain what that looks like."
"Is the Sergeant upset with us? Is the unit threatened?" Asks Jones.
"I don't think so," speculates Anton. "But I think that the problem might be me. I'm not a good Drill Sergeant, you know. I'm not a disciplinarian, and, let's face it. I'm a sub. I want to have fun and get fucked like everybody here. The kinds of things that they're looking for me to do will only alienate all the guys here."
"So, then, even if we're getting the job of `intelligence' done in a way that reflects well on the Army, it's not enough, is that right? We are pretty great at what we do, taking care of the Army's gay seniors, but they want more?" Asks Private Jones, tentatively.
"Look, there are units that are like a military band that goes to holiday functions and entertains the brass; there are units that guard tombs, there are `honor guards,' there are Marines that solute the President when he's boarding Marine 1. I think that, ultimately, we do way more good for the Army than those units, but they can't parade us around out in front of a bunch of Senators so they all feel good about themselves," Anton says with a bit of resentment in his voice." What we do is behind the scenes, you know? What we accomplish is more like a medical or psychological unit.
"You know, maybe we should figure out what we can do in front of the cameras that will make the Army look really great. Maybe we should figure out what an awesomely handsome group of Army Men can do that will make them all be around of our unit. Have you talked to Greg about this ?"
"Well, no, I just walked in the door. I haven't seen Greg yet. But I don't know that I'm going to talk to anyone but you about this. This is just too much for me to keep to myself. I hope we can figure this out."
Jones replies, "how soon do we need to have a solution?"
"I'd say that this is a developing situation and I don't know. The Sergeant will keep me informed," Anton states.
"Okay... when do you want to go over to the PX?" Kevin asks.
"I can go now. Go get some fatigues on and we'll leave," Anton says.
Kevin sends a text to Tom: `Headed to the PX, need anything?'
Toms text: `pick up a pair of running shorts for me. Do you need a vehicle?'
Kevin: `will do... probably do need a vehicle.'
Tom: `I'll have a jeep delivered to you if there are any available.'
A few minutes later a young motor pool mechanic, Private Sean Covin, meets the guys at their front door. He gives them the key and asks that they drop him back at the motor pool on the way to the PX.
Anton whispers to Kevin, "I didn't know we could do this. This is great."
Privates Anton and Jones drop Private Covin at the motor pool facility and drive onto the PX, they park out front and walk in. Jones observes "this aint Walmart is it?." Jones asks Anton, "where do we go first?"
"I think we should look at boots first. We need to buy the food stuff last, especially Milk." recommends Anton. "Clothes and shit are over this way," Kevin follows and heads right to the boot section, favoring the mid calf black leather boots.
"Waddaya think of these? He asks Anton. "Are these army acceptable or Privates?
"We can look up dress regulations when we get back to the house. But are you buying these for the Army or for your Dore Alley outfit? Because they're only like $80 here. I think the same boots in SF might be like $300." Anton speculates. "I'd get `em. Try em on. You got to be able to walk around in them. There are days that you'll be in these boots, all day and night. Make sure you can be comfortable when you walk around."
Private Jones proudly chooses the 10.5 D sized boots. "These are probably the best ones for me. I can't wait to wear them."
Next, Kevin finds a size 32 pair of Army Running shorts for Tom.
They go off to the food section, Anton pointing out the PX very basic selection of sweeteners for coffee. Kevin picks up a couple of extra milks,
Anton pretty quickly heaps bunches of Bananas and apples and berries for smoothies, besides the food stuff, also reads all the supplement bottle labels. He gets several bottles of vitamins. He gets bags of dried fruits. He grabs some cookies (for his bottom drawer in his office) and some Cliff Bars and some protein bars. His cart is full but tells Jones to put his stuff in the basket. The only thing Anton cannot justify charging to the House account is the boots. Jones has to pay for those.
When they return to the house, Kevin quickly puts on his new boots, tucked under his fatigues, of course, but he really wants to show them off. Anton suggests that he should keep wearing them so they become more comfortable walking around in them, "but might be awkward around the house when you're naked. Now, Kevin is even more excited for the upcoming road trip to SF where he can show off his new boots.
On his new phone he calls Corporal Tom Lansford and asks if he has plans for the night.
"You tell me." Tom says.
"I say that you do have plans to have dinner with me. I also saw a really beautiful picture of a large cock on my phone and I'd really like to make that desert. What time is good?
"Probably 1700. But I never know until I know," says Tom.
"See you later then," confirms Kevin. "send me a text when you're on your way."
Downstairs, Anton goes to his desk after he gets everything put away that he bought at the PX. He checks his messages and sees a message from Sergeant Zelsky. Anton returns the call right away. "Sergeant, how is everything?
"Good, thanks, I just wanted to let you know that I'm headed out your way in a few days. Thought I'd find out what's going on in your unit. In other words, how's Private Jones coming along?"
"He's a go-getter, for sure. He pushes himself here. Will you have some time to visit with him? I know he'd love to see you." Anton asks.
"I hope so. We'll have to coordinate all of that when I know my schedule, but right now I'm tentatively scheduled to arrive on the 23rd."
"Uhhhh, okay. Kevin's birthday is the 23rd. He wants to have a House `fuck party' to celebrate with just the guys from the house. You're invited of course, if you can make it."
"I'd love to, but let's keep it a surprise so that he doesn't get disappointed if I can't make it. But I'll try, Says Zelsky. "I'll bet it will be a great party."
"Does Sergeant Brown know you're coming out?" Asks Anton
"Not yet, but you can tell him. It's not a secret from him."
"Send me your arrival details, we'll pick you up at the airport like always. And we'll keep it a secret for now at least." Anton promises.
Another chapter soon....