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The New Army Recruit, Chapter Two
Kevin did not see Sergeant Zelsky until formation Monday morning. The sergeant slowly walked the two ranks of his new wards, looking at their faces and their name tags on their fatigues. When he got to Kevin, he saw "Jones" on his chest, and he seemed to linger just a little longer and he smiled.
Kevin began class on Monday. For the first two days, he attended class during the day and relaxed with his new friends in the evening. It was still summer in Virginia during early September, so most guys in the barracks swapped their fatigues for tee shirts and shorts the first chance they got.
On Wednesday at dinner, Sergeant Zelsky asked Kevin to come see him later that evening. The sergeant had a separate room at the end of the barracks. Kevin knocked on the door, expecting to hear the command to enter. Instead, the door opened and Zelsky motioned for him to enter. It was a simple room with a bed, a closet, and a desk with a chair.
Zelsky wore running shorts and a green tee shirt with "ARMY" across the chest. He immediately said, "At ease, Jones." Then he walked around and sat at his desk. Kevin stood in the middle of the room.
Zelsky spoke in a serious tone. "There is no draft. Military life is a choice. You joined the Army because you wanted to be here. The U.S. military has very clear regulations against homosexuality. To be caught engaged in prohibited behavior will result in a dishonorable discharge, something that will be with you forever."
Kevin replied with "Yes, I understand."
Zelsky continued, "You don't have to respond or admit to anything I am going to say, but I suspect that the incident in the shower was not the first time for you. I believe you like dick. That means you will have to exert strong self-discipline to control your public actions. You will need to find an outlet for your desires in some private way out of the eyes of anyone in authority. Do we understand?"
Kevin responded, "Yes, Sergeant."
The sergeant dismissed Kevin with "If we understand each other, you can go."
Zelsky had maintained eye contact with Kevin when he spoke to reinforce the importance of his message. It was only when Kevin turned to leave that Zelsky saw the tent in Kevin's shorts.
The sarge exclaimed, "What the fuck, Jones. You can't out there like that. Weren't you listening to me?"
Kevin answered, "Yes, I heard every word, understand it, and intend to do what is necessary to be a success in the Army. . . but."
"But what?" Zelsky snarled.
Jones replied, "All the time I've been in here, there is a picture in the back of my mind--your big hard cock and how wonderful it tasted, how it filled my mouth, and later my stomach."
Zelsky closed his eyes, shook his head left and right, "You're hopeless." Then he got up and walked to the door, as he said, "Jones, you are doing it again." The sergeant locked the door and continued, "You're making my dick hard."
Next the sergeant pulled his chair from behind his desk to the center of the room, pushed down his shorts and kicked them off, and sat on the edge of the seat with his legs spread and his balls hanging over the edge. "Shut your porn talk and stuff your mouth with my dick."
Kevin dropped to his knees and began worshiping the sergeant's big tool. He licked the shaft, put his lips around the head and tongued the slit, and then took into his mouth his sergeant's cock inch by inch until his nose was in his pubes and his lips around the base of the shaft.
The sensation was overwhelming and the sergeant explained, "Fuck."
Kevin was determined to give his sergeant a better blowjob than he gave him in the shower. He sucked and sucked as he wrapped his arms around the sergeant's powerful thighs. He licked and sucked balls. His hands explored the muscled body, rubbing abs, feeling pecs, pinching aroused nipples. But most of all he sucked on the sergeant's thick root. Kevin was a cocksucker and nothing made him happier than a piece of meat in his mouth.
After a while, Kevin stood up and dropped his own pants. He started jerking his dick, wanting to get off when the sergeant eventually let loose and filled his mouth with cum. Like before, Zelsky could not remain still when he was close. He began to move his hips. He thrust forward as Kevin lips sent down his shaft. When the flood came, the sergeant squeezed Kevin's shoulders with his hands. Moments later, Kevin emptied his balls onto the floor.
As the sergeant's dick softened, he withdrew it from Kevin's mouth and commented, "I said this in the shower, and I will tell you again. You're good." Then he got paper towels and the two cleaned up the cum puddle on the floor.
The next day, it was as before. The sergeant was all business and made no special comment or contact with Kevin. He was once again just another soldier in the barracks.
Kevin quickly made friends with three other guys. One was Bill, who was another Georgian, but he was a city boy and found Kevin's talk of farm life different and intriguing. There was Paul from Pittsburgh, a short and funny guy. Finally, there was Gary from Bozeman, Montana, from the other side of the country. Gary was a quiet and easy-going fella. They formed a foursome for bowling, with Paul usually beating them each time. One weekend, they rented a room in town and drank beer and watched college football on television.
As Kevin and his friends enjoyed the amenities of the base, he noticed Sergeant Zelsky enjoyed drinking in the enlisted men's club and shooting hoops on the basketball court, usually with Sergeant Johnson. Johnson was in charge of the barracks next door, and seemed to be Zelsky's best friend. When Sergeant Zelsky left base for the weekend, Sergeant Johnson was always with him.
Kevin was pleased one Monday after formation when Sergeant Zelsky called him over and spoke softly and privately. He said he wanted to use his mouth again and asked to come see him after supper on Wednesday. Kevin was pleased with the invitation. He agreed and gave Zelsky a big smile.
At the agreed upon time, Kevin knocked on the door of Zelsky's room. The sergeant let him in and locked the door behind them. There stood Sergeant Johnson, leaning against the front of the desk. Johnson was just as surprised to see Kevin as Kevin was surprised to see Johnson.
Sergeant Zelsky put his hand on Kevin's shoulder and said to Johnson, "Zack, Happy Birthday."
Johnson had a puzzled look on his face.
Zelsky said softly to Kevin, "Open your mouth." Then he pointed to Kevin's open mouth and said to Johnson, "Here is your birthday present. You'll like it. I did."
Johnson said in disbelief, "What? Here?"
Zelsky responded, "Don't worry. I locked the door." He gave Kevin an easy push on his back, and Kevin knew what to do. It was something he was glad to do. He walked over to Johnson, dropped to his knees, and with his two hands, pulled the surprised sergeants' pants to his ankles.
Hanging out of a short black bush were five inches of soft dick. Kevin quickly put it into his mouth and it started to grow thicker and longer. Within seconds it was at full erection, and Kevin was loving it, sucking on it as he bobbed his head up and down the shaft. Kevin took Johnson' sac in his hand and gently massaged the balls. Sergeant Johnson' surprise quickly turned to pleasure, and he moaned as the young eighteen-year-old soldier sucked and licked his dick.
Zelsky was standing close by watching his best friend get serviced. Kevin glanced over and saw the bulge in Zelsky's shorts. Kevin turned and did to his sergeant what he had done to Johnson, he pulled his shorts to the floor. This time the cock that was revealed was excited and hard. While still keeping his mouth on Johnson' dick, Kevin reached and grabbed Zelsky's cock. Zelsky was happy to join in the fun, and he moved and stood next to his friend, their bare legs touching. Kevin proceeded to move back and forth between the two, sucking on Johnson as Kevin jacked Zelsky and then switching, sucking on Zelsky while jacking Johnson.
Kevin was in heaven with two big hard cocks to suck and knowing he would eventually be rewarded with a stomach full of cum. But he was in no hurry. By chance, as he was switching once again from one sergeant to the other, he looked up briefly. To his surprise, the two sergeants were kissing, their mouths open, their tongues touching. Zelsky had his hand on Johnson's chest, pinching his nipple through his tee shirt. It all made sense to Kevin now. Zelsky and Johnson were lovers.
Their climaxes were different. Zelsky, like twice before, moved his hips and fucked Kevin's mouth just before flooding his throat with cum. Johnson was motionless. He held Kevin's chin and whispered, "Here it comes. Take it." Kevin felt the cock in his mouth swell and then he tasted this new man's sweet semen. Kevin used his free hand to pull on his own dick, and as Johnson fed him cum, Kevin climaxed in his shorts.
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