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some "oldies but goodies" from my archive
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SARGE
Thank God! Peace and quiet. One week to go and then basic training would be over. That didn't break my heart. I somehow did not take to this military life. But it would be only for a short while -- a very long 24 months, and no amount of rationalization could possibly make it "shorter." This was the last weekend before "graduation." Everyone had been given a weekend pass -- that is, everyone except me. I had to stay around this hole. The sergeant put the nix on my pass; said I had to be disciplined (whatever the hell that meant).
As I lay there, staring up at the springs on the bunk above me. I wondered what I was going to do on a nearly empty base for three days. Little did I know what was in store for me; my time (and other things, for that matter) would be well filled, as I found out later. I pulled the T & A magazine that I'd stuck under the pillow out and began once more to thumb through it. I fantasized about the overly large boobs, what they would feel like in my hands. A few of the pix showed guys shoving it to some babe strapped down or tied up. Not much of their tools showed, though. It was already in. I was only mildly curious about that, though. I'd wondered how big they were; and was it really hard. The pix didn't look like the guys really had a hardon.
My own dong was large. Even when it just hung there doing nothing, it was large. Sometimes it embarrassed me. It showed through my uniform. No matter what I tried to do with it, it showed. The other guys didn't seem to have that trouble. But, then, they didn't have the equipment, either! Monday, I suppose I'd have to listen to all the guys telling me about their exploits -- how they screwed the whole weekend long. It was the same old bull shit every time after a weekend pass!
Sure is warm. Gotta take a piss. As I got up, I took off the tee shirt I was wearing; wiped the sweat off my face and chest with it. Threw it on the bunk. I headed for the latrine. My hollow footsteps echoed throughout the barracks as I made my way to the urinal. I pulled out my prick, let it hang there as I stretched. A steady golden stream splashed on the white porcelain surface. It felt good!
The other door opened. Footsteps approached. I could see without turning. It was the Sarge. He didn't say anything. He just walked over to the long trough, stood next to me, pulled out his pisser. Damned if I was going to turn my head; but my eyes did wander down. I wondered what size prick the prick had! He held it in his fingers. Gently he milked it back showing a large round head. It was a big piece of meat! I must have reacted (I think my cock lurched upwards -- I don't know).
"What's the matter, Recruit? See something you like?" he growled at me.
"No, Sir."
"You don't like it, huh?" he said as he turned towards me, holding his limp cock up and pointing it at me. I could feel my prick doing funny things -- why was it beginning to swell and stand up? "You don't like it, huh," he repeated as he opened his fist and just let it lay across the palm of his hand, the head dangling way over the edge.
Looking at it, I mumbled, "I guess its fine, Sir." Boy, it was fine -- and as I looked, it seem to grow longer in his hand. Nervously, I started to stuff my tool back into my pants. It was too stiff now, and the pants were too tight.
"Tenshun," he barked. There I stood, at attention with my dong pointing straight out at the Sarge. "What's this?" he mockingly asked as he took my excited cock in his other hand. Automatically I looked down. "Head and eyes forward, Recruit. You're at attention," he growled. I could feel his hand closing around my cock; I could feel it getting hotter and hotter as it pressed against his firm grasp. He pulled it towards him. I moved, like a toy pulled by a string. I could feel something touching the head of it. Looking at him, his eyes were lowered. I figured he couldn't see mine if I looked down too. He was rubbing the two cockheads against each other. Mine was large and swollen; bigger than his, though he was no slouch when it came to being well hung! Grasping both cocks in one hand, he took the other and ran it over my bare chest. "You're in good shape, boy. Work out in your spare time?"
"Yes, Sir. LIft weights, Sir," I lied. It had been some time since I had been to the gym. But I used to work out all the time and I did have a damned good build, if I do say so myself. He pinched a nipple. It made my cock jump.
"You like that, huh." he half grinned. His rough touch on my tool made my balls swing back and forth, hitting his cockhead which was under mine, and then bouncing off again.
"Like I said, you need some discipline," he said as he let go of me and stepped back. "About face." I hesitated. "About face, Recruit," he repeated. I turned 180, still at attention, still with my tool sticking out like a big weather vane. "Parade rest," he growled. Automatically my feet were spread the prescribed distance and my hands placed one over the other behind my butt. I could feel his cock! He was poking it into my hand. I slowly closed my fingers around the large round knob thrust in my palm. It throbbed. It felt wet, sticky. He wasn't going to jack off in my hand, was he? No, he wasn't. He sure as hell, wasn't! I could feel his chest against my back, the muscles in his chest rippled as he tightened them. His arms were about my waist, unbuckling my belt; undoing the snap that was the only thing holing up my pants. They started to drop; they were half way to my knees! My boxer shorts were the only thing I had on above my ankles, now, and my roaring hardon made it impossible for anyone to get them off. Wrong. He succeeded. Gripping the opening to either side of the base of my cock, he spread his hands. With one quick motion, they tore open and fell to my feet. His hot cock now throbbed against the cleft of my ass. He had taken my wrists in his strong grasp and spread my arms to either side of me.
"Grab you ankles," he ordered. I must not have moved fast enough. There was a loud slap: My butt stung. "Grab your ankles. Assume the position," he added. I did.
Holding my ankles, I could see between my legs. I could see his boots standing close and inside mine. Looking upwards, I could see him massaging his now giant pole as he lubricated it with spit. I felt a finger reach between the cheeks of my ass, probe my ass hole, slip inside and lubricate that, too. Then there were two fingers. I knew I should be scarred. No, what I should be is mad! But, somehow, I liked this. I got a strange excitement out of what was happening. That was no finger -- my God, that's his cock. It feels enormous. There was some pain as he first shoved it in, but then there was only pleasure.
The well developed tool slid further and further into me. I found I was straining backwards to take even more. Hell, I was enjoying this! I was getting fucked; and I liked it! His hands reached around my waist; one took my balls and massaged them as the other gripped my rigid nine inch protrusion and began pumping it. I could feel that cockhead inside me growing longer and harder with each thrust. We'd both move together, ramming that hot shaft further and further up my ass. My movements forced my anxious spear back and forth through his clenched fist; my cockhead ached. God, he's coming! I could feel his load shoot deep in my guts. I could feel my own load almost ready for that long journey up my now giant prick. I loved that feeling as the juices moved upwards the length of it and then exploded out that little slit at the end. "Oh God, Sarge. I'm going to cum!" I screamed as I rammed back as hard as I could on that still draining dick stuck deep up my convulsing ass. I was going to get every last drop out of that bastard. My cock spit. I could feel load after load starting up that long cock still stroked by his tightly clenched fist. The explosions of cum brought no relief. More. I wanted more! White juice splashed all over my face, in my eyes, in my open mouth (it tasted good!). I licked my lips, gathering up as much of the white, sticky stuff as I could.
His tool wasn't stiff anymore. It sure was big, though. It filled me and it felt good. My prick wasn't as hard now. I watched the long shaft dangle from Sarge's clenched fist as he continued to milk yet another load out of it. I prayed it would never stop. Now it just dripped. Oh God, Sarge was taking that wonderful thing out. I could feel the swollen head as it retreated, sending new thrills shuddering through my almost spent balls and cock. Slowly he extracted it inch by inch. I'm going to cum again! He could feel the juices rising in my cock and pointed it square at my yearning mouth. White cum exploded from the round, firm cockhead past my open lips and into my throat, almost gagging me. It tasted good. It tasted great. This is what I need -- discipline!
"Oh, did I tell you, Recruit -- Stand at attention when I'm talking to you." I snapped to, trousers around my ankles, shorts torn off, a tired warrior looking less like a weathervane now, than as an airport sleeve and no wind. My face splotched with my own juices. Yes, I stood at rigid attention. "The Lieutenant wants to see you at 1700 hours. In his quarters."
"Yes, Sir," and then I tactfully added. "Do you know what for, Sir?"
"Discipline, Recruit. Discipline," he winked.
I couldn't get it out of my mind. Looking at the T & A magazine I had picked up, I thumbed through one set of boobs after another. And yet, all I saw was Sarge's hard cock; or my own gun creaming all over my face. Yeah! This discipline stuff may not be too bad at that! I looked down at my crotch; it was bulging out to its full size just thinking about it!
The pants were strangling my peter. I reached under the waist band to straighten it out. Boy, that felt good! Just the touch of my own hand on it added another full inch. Now it was hard as a rock. It sure felt good in my hand. Enough of this shit; gotta get going. Sarge said 1700.
Smoothing my pants downward, the outline of my cock still showed. It felt like a cocked pistol. Straightening up, I threw my shoulders back. The open collar uniform shirt strained across my chest. I knocked. "Enter," came the voice through the closed door. I did. Reporting, I saluted and then stood at attention. Although seated, the Lieutenant motioned acknowledgement. For a moment, he just looked me up and down, not saying a word. Leaning back in the swivel chair, he finally said, "I've had my eye on you, Recruit." His gaze had stopped scanning and had fixed on my crotch. It was like I had no clothes on and he was staring at my tool!
"From what the Sergeant says, you're shaping up nicely (if he didn't stop starring at it, it was going to shape up like he wouldn't believe!). "At rest." His right hand dropped to his crotch. The son of a bitch is feeling himself up! My rod stiffened. He didn't flinch, just kept staring at it.
He stood up, came around the desk, and leaned on it facing me. Although he still had his hand partially covering it, I could see that he was well hung and getting ready for action. "Sarge has mentioned your achievements," as he looked squarely at me. His free hand moved forward, firmly gripping my crotch. My prick must have jumped a mile. "Yes, I would say you're shaping up fine, Recruit."
The door opened and closed behind me; and then I heard the bolt turn. "Yes, sergeant, the Recruit here will fit nicely into our operation." The Lieutenant had released his grip on me and was leaning against the desk his hands to either side.
"On your knees, Recruit," the voice behind me commanded. I complied. I wasn't sure what was going on, but Sarge's cock, the feel of it inside me, flashed across my mind. "Open the Lieutenant's fly." The Lieutenant just sat there. From what I could see through the denim cloth, his prick sure was large -- and ready! I reached up, fumbled with the belt and buckle, undid the waist band, and pulled down the zipper. He wasn't wearing any shorts. I could see the curly hair poking out.
The fly fell open in a "V". I could see the thick base of his cock, but the rest was hidden down his pants leg. "Get that cock out of there," the Sarge's voice instructed. I reached inside of the pants leg and, with some difficulty, freed the Lieutenant's growing shaft from its restraints. "Now get those balls out of there, too." I lifted the sac underneath the arched tool so it hung loosely.
"What do you think of it, Recruit?" Sarge asked.
Looked up briefly at the Lieutenant. "Keep your eyes on the piece," he ordered. "Sight right down my gun." My eyes went back to it, and stayed glued on it. I could not believe them -- it was growing, pointing straight at me. "Describe the target, Recruit. Tell us what you see," the Lieutenant added.
"I see a big one, Sir," I blurted. "I see the biggest cock I've ever seen, Sir."
"Keep talking. Tell the Lieutenant all about it," the voice from behind me commanded.
"Its big, Sir. Its got a big head, Sir. Its got a god damned big head, round, hard, Sir. And the slit at the end is wet, Sir!" I was beginning to enjoy what was happening to me. I started to reach for it, but my arms were restrained from behind.
"Uh, uh; don't touch. Just look. Tell us about it," Sarge's gruff voice said. "Tell us how you'd attack that installation."
"I'd put my hand around it, Sir, close my fingers over the barrel to get the calibre of the gun. I'd slide my closed fist up and down the barrel to get the length, Sir," I replied. I watched it standing straight out, taking deadly aim at my waiting lips. During my description, the Lieutenant's gun control maintained azimuth, but steadily increased elevation until it found the range.
Sarge had now moved around just into the edge of my vision. Manipulating his enormous glistening cock I could see that all he had on were his boots, his dress cap, and a black leather glove on the deftly working filled hand. "Go on. How are you going to keep that gun from spraying the troops?" the Lieutenant said.
"I guess I'd have to take it myself, Sir."
"You guess? You guess you'd take it, Recruit. Don't you know?" the sergeant bellowed.
"Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. I would take it. I would put my lips around the thick head at the end and take it all, Sir," I answered. Watching that giant cockhead staring at me, I could see the blood pulsing through its swollen tissues. I wanted to soothe that angry knob with my moist mouth. More than anything, I wanted to get that thing in my mouth and suck it! I didn't need any more orders. I wanted to tell them what I would do to that roaring hard on. The hell with telling them, I wanted to do it! As I leaned forward to put my mouth over the end of the barrel, Sarge moved his booted foot between my legs, placed his knee in my chest and stopped me.
"What do you think you're doing, Recruit?" That gloved beauty of his was almost in my face as I looked up at him.
"I was just going to lubricate his gun, Sir," I meekly answered.
"I don't think a little lubrication would hurt, Sergeant."
"If you say so, Sir," Sarge replied. Was this the permission so desperately wanted; could I taste that cockhead now? "OK Recruit. Run your tongue up and down that shaft. Start under the head and clean that barrel up." The order was barely out of the Sarge's mouth before mine was on the Lieutenant's prick. I wanted to close my lips over it, but thought it better to do as I was told. I flicked my tongue around the rim of the head, ran it down the long shaft trying to wrap it around the circumference. "Suck those balls!" I put my parted lips on the pouch at the base, softly sucked in. Both balls plopped into my anxious mouth; I rolled them about on my tongue gently breathing moist warm air on them. The long shaft against my cheek shuddered.
"Now I've really got the Lieutenant hot," I thought.
"Take that gun right down to its mount, Recruit!" Sarge ordered. The ball sack slipped from my mouth. I grabbed the waiting cockhead impatiently with my lips and did as I was told. I slid all the way to the base. My tongue swirled around this gorgeous mouthful, paying particular attention to the throat and the rim of the head. I wanted to suck him off right now.
"Tenshun!" Sarge, still stroking his swollen meat with a gloved fist watched me struggle to my feet. I stood at attention. "What's that?" he demanded. I looked down to where he was pointing. "Eyes forward, Recruit," he barked. "What's that?" he repeated. This time I knew what he meant, because I had seen where he was looking.
"Its a hardon, Sir." I answered.
"Why do you have a hardon?"
"Sucking the Lieutenant's cock makes me hot, Sir."
"Let's see what that bulge really looks like," the Lieutenant said as he unbuckled my pants, opened the fly. "Get that uniform off," he ordered. I guess I didn't move fast enough. The sergeant grabbed the front of my shirt with one hand, ripping it open. In almost the same motion, he pulled it backwards so the sleeves pinned my upper arms to my side. The Lieutenant stood up, placed his hand on my two pecs and began playing with the nipples. Sarge meanwhile took the Lieutenants's cock and mine in the gloved hand. God, the feel of that soft leather glove stroking my hot rod; the throbbing pressure of the Lieutenant's shaft sliding against mine lubricated with my own spit -- It was driving me nuts. I wanted to pop! I strained to move my arms. All that did was make my pecs harden up and the nipples stand out. Boy, were they hard. Everything was hard!
"Get that uniform off him, sergeant!" The Lieutenant got rid of his uniform about as quickly as Sarge got me out of mine. Sarge was the only one with anything left on. Both the Lieutenant and I were stripped naked.
"Tenshun," Sarge growled. I snapped to, prick standing straight out. It danced. The Lieutenant was on it in an instant. He had my cock buried in his mouth, licking it, nibbling at the head, stroking it with his throat, all the way down to its base.
As suddenly as he had started, he stopped, and stood up. It just hung there, dripping from his saliva and my pre-cum. Sarge grabbed it with his gloved hand, worked it back and forth. It got harder, and now it really glistened. He had oiled my gun! The Lieutenant was applying some to his inflamed tool as he moved around behind me. I could feel that large head rubbing up and down as it spread the cheeks of my ass. He had reached around me and was playing with my balls in one hand and firmly grasping my root in the other. Sarge was in front of me, backing into the extended object in the Lieutenant's hand. It disappeared up his ass in one quick movement. Sarge wrapped the gloved hand around his own tool, kneading it, pulling it, pumping and massaging it until it stood straight up. With each pumping motion of his clenched fist, his ass moved in unison, convulsing and gripping my cock, teasing its head deeper and deeper.
The Lieutenant, his trunk firmly planted inside of me, was stroking my balls in his lubricated fingers. He rubbed the base of my throbbing cock, massaging the sacs as the balls began to fill, hoping for relief. The thrusting shaft grew larger. It reached further and further into me. It was going to go right on through and into Sarge! The cum started up my hot tool. It was going to explode. It was going to fill Sarge! Load after load lubed the giant cockhead inside me.
"Oh God, I'm going to cum - Sir!" I screamed. Sarge's pumping motion quickened. I shot. Sarge erupted salvos of hot juices over and over. The cock inside of me flooded my guts in wave after wave of warm cream. Spasms of steaming cum engulfed the head of my cock, seeped down past the shaft, and dripped from Sarge. I shot again and again. He was full, but I still had more to give him. As the Lieutenant slowly withdrew his gun inch by inch, I came again. Suddenly, Sarge lurched away from me, turned, and with his ungloved hand pushed me down on his still spurting cock.
"Clean that up, Recruit."
There was no time for me to say, "Yes, Sir. Gladly, Sir." I was too anxious to get my willing lips over that beautiful fountain. It slid all the way to the base, sending delicious, sticky cream deep down my willing throat.