The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a condom. It is especially rewarding to receive comments and suggestions from readers. Send them to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com
Virgin Army Boy Deflowered -- Chapter 1
Not really knowing what he wanted to do with his life, still only 20 years old, young Michael Hunt volunteered for the draft in the summer of 1960, soon after graduating with an AA degree from Junior College. By August he was at Fort Ord, CA completing his US Army basic training, then on to Fort Lewis, WA for another six weeks of Advance Infantry Training with an Infantry Division. It never seemed to stop raining during those six weeks of AIT in the state of Washington. For a native Californian, use to sunshine and warm weather, those weeks of playing war games in either the cold wet snow or what seemed like a constant downpour of rain proved gruelingly rough and depressing. With a bit of luck, a month after the AIT was completed, he was able to get himself reassigned from Company D, an Infantry Combat Unit, to Headquarters Company and assigned to work in the Personnel Department because of his education and office skills. Finally he was out of the rain and horrible harsh weather of the state of Washington and working inside out of the elements.
Private Hunt soon became Mike to the few guys he had befriended either in the personnel department or in headquarters company and PFC Hunt or just Hunt to others. Mike was quite the looker, actually handsomely stunning to some and pretty by others. He had light blond hair, big light gray/blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a flawless creamy complexion. He stood at 5'11 with a narrow waist, wider hips and beautiful firm bubbled buns, the kind straight guys feast their eyes on and drool. If you were to see him in the shower with his back turned toward you, you would think he had the slim body of a young maiden with beautiful legs and an hourglass figure with an ass to die for and made for fucking. The areolas surrounding his large nipples were pink and nearly half dollar size. His smile displayed a perfect set of straight white ivories surrounded by puffy pink moist lips. He had little or no hair on his body or face, except for a patch of blond in each armpit and over his privates. He didn't have to shave but once or twice a month, and it was mostly to get rid of blond peach fuzz. He was uncircumcised with a perfectly shaped pinkish five inch flaccid cock set over a set of small hairless balls. He wasn't the least bit masculine in appearance or mannerisms. He had always been teased by the boys in high school, calling him 'My Cunt' sometimes, rather than Mike Hunt. This didn't set well with him, but he learned to tolerate the verbal innuendos along with guys occasionally running there hands over his soft skin as they played grab ass with him nude in the showers and locker room.
This didn't improve any in college and even got worse in the military's large communal showers. Guys eyed him with questioning eyes, especially the blacks that seem to have a reputation for liking blond white women. The blacks were attracted to Michael as a magnet is drawn to metal, feasting their eyes on him, making an effort to be in the showers at the same time as Michael. They would flaunt their huge endowments at Michael trying to get him turned on constantly, assuming he had to be gay because he did have a few effeminate mannerisms and he certainly looked fantastic - the blond hair, the soft flawless skin, and especially those two fantastic bubble buns, the right one displaying a strawberry birthmark that stood out like an invitation that seemed to beckon 'Touch Me', 'Touch Me!' Frequently the bold ones did, sending Michael scurrying from the showers!
To avoid these embarrassing situations, Mike started waiting until well after midnight to take his shower when they were empty. Using this tactic, he successfully avoided their shenanigans, at least in the showers. However, when he went out at night to the PX for a few beers and a bit of commodore, these same guys seemed to always be nearby. They would buy him beer trying to get him loosened up so he would let down his guard so they could make a move on him. A couple of times one would almost get him cornered if he was walking alone back to the barracks, but managed to escape without getting molested.
You see, Michael had come from a very strict Southern Baptist family that had instilled in him at a very early age the preaching of the good book and the wrongs of homosexuality. Therefore, in reality, Mike was still a virgin at 20, except for pulling his own pud since he entered adolescence. He experienced wet dreams regularly, waking up with sticky boxers. He knew he wasn't attracted to women at all and had strong feelings for men, but had never allowed himself to partake in any experimenting with that forbidden sin of the flesh because of the strict religious beliefs he was taught as a Southern Baptist. Yes, Michael had a lot of religious baggage he carried around with him daily that became a burden to his social development -- forbidden desires on the one side and religious taboos on the other. He was a nervous wreck by the time he graduated from Junior College, and here he was still a virgin with forbidden cravings constantly surfacing and making his life miserable.
So, Michael figured the solution to all his frustrations was to volunteer for the draft and spend the 18 months in the military getting his life in order. He came to the conclusion this would be the cure all to be rid of all the sinful desires that constantly haunted him, they would instantly disappear, because the military environment would make a real man of him. For a short time his plan was successful. He stayed busy and stayed away from situations where he might be tempted to partake in any kind of sexual activity. But soon he started having dreams, dreams where he was always involved with another man making love. Now that he was in an all male environment, constantly surrounded by men, his frustration and desires increased and became even worse. Keeping himself busy and isolated wasn't working anymore. Little by little his defenses tumbled and Michael started socializing and becoming part of the daily events in and about the area.
Mike liked to gamble and learned to play poker quite well while attending college, though that too was taboo, as was dancing for any Southern Baptists. Never-the-less, now that he was in the service, it seemed that every payday a group of the guys would get together and a game of poker would get started. He got involved and would always do well, or at least break even. He became involved in many events around the base, even went into Tacoma and Seattle occasionally on weekends. One payday he got into a game of shooting dice with a bunch of the guys. He did quite well early on, considering he was a real greenhorn novice at the game. Most of the guys playing were black, as rolling dice was their specialty and they had mastered tossing those suckers very well indeed. They were also experienced at coning any unsuspecting neophyte, and Mike became their new mark. Being a real beginner they virtually fleeced Mike of all his monthly pay, then only $59 as a private first class, which he was.
As Mike rose to his feet to leave the huddle of players, now flat broke, he headed for the stairwell leading to the second floor to go to his cubicle. Staff Sergeant Axle Wood stopped him and walked him aside to talk. The sergeant was one of Mike's coworkers in the personnel department. He had been watching the game from the sidelines. He proceeded to tell Mike of a sure fire strategy that would certainly make it possible for Mike to win some of his pay back from the winners. He encouraged Mike and virtually talked him back into the game using the three ten dollar bills he clasp in Mike's hand, acting as he were his best friend. Needless to say, Mike suddenly hit a winning streak and became excited and overconfident. His winning streak didn't last long. He lost his winnings plus the three 10's Sergeant Wood had handed him. The Sarge was kneeled beside Mike with one hand on the boy's shoulder still encouraging him to continue as he placed another $30 in the boy's hand. He rubbed up and down over Mike's back assuring him that this time the strategy would work and he would start winning again. The sergeant kept reassuring Mike as he continued to play. Mike started winning tosses of the dice again. Each time he did the Sarge would more aggressively run his big hand somewhere over Mike body as encouragement. However, eventually Mike's luck changed again and he started to loose. He had been so excited with the winning streak that he just continued playing until suddenly he realized he was completely out of money again. By this time Sarge had handed Michael $85 of his money. Sarge tried to hand him more cash, but the kid finally wised up and refused the offer.
What you have to understand here is the fact that weeks earlier, the sergeant was one of the big good looking black guys that Mike found particularly attractive and had stared at in the showers. The Sarge had noticed him staring at him too, and quickly propositioned Mike a number of times trying to lure him into his private room. Of course Mike slept down at the end of the hallway in a large open room separated into many small cubicles where all the lower ranking enlisted men bunked. Each time the Sarge had propositioned Mike, he had been unsuccessful in luring Mike into his private room.
Sarge was a single man, Regular Army (RA), a career soldier in his middle 30's and one of the best looking black guys that Mike had seen in the showers, but he just couldn't allow himself to partake even though the Sarge made Mike's heart flutter and his crotch tingle, especially when he would corner Mike in the hallway to talk. The Sarge knew the kid liked him and had been checking him out, especially his big black dick in the showers. He began watching for the boy coming down the hallway past the open door to his private room. The Sarge would step out, usually shirtless and get the boy in a conversation. Sarge towered over him by almost eight inches and easily backed him into the hallway wall with his closeness. Sarge would support himself against the wall with one arm over Mike's shoulder, leaning into him so close and intimate Mike could smell the male pheromones coming off him and feel his hot breath on his face making small talk. He would work his leg and inner thigh against Michael's leg and rub it gently against the boy. Sarge's huge endowment would snake down inside his fatigue pants and rub against the boy's. Michael would get all flustered and nervous as Sarge kept repositioning himself so his boner would be in constant contact with the boy. All this time the Sarge would interject dirty talk directed to Michael in his conversation. Sarge was able to get Michael nervous and sexually excited quickly and sometimes he would almost talk Mike into entering his private room with him, but Mike, though excited and turned on to the big guy, always seemed to be able to resist the temptation, though difficult, and scoot away to the safety of numbers in his own sleeping quarters.
One night after Mike started taking his shower well after midnight each night when the showers were always empty, Sarge surprised him when he walked in, turned on the spray head right next to Mike and started showering. After he was wet and lathered well in soapsuds, he turned off his shower head, faced Mike and began jacking his huge black dick into a full blown hard-on covered in soapsuds. Mike watched out of the corner of his eyes for awhile, turned away slightly and tried to ignore him, but his dick gave him away when it started to harden, tingle and expand. Michael tried to rush through his shower and get rinsed and out, but the sergeant suddenly pulled Mike out from under the shower spray and pulled him up against him locked in his strong arms. He boldly began rubbing his soapy body and cock up and down between Mike's buns, holding him tightly against him until his huge black cock was pulsating with each heartbeat, pressed between the softness of the boy's firm bubble buns.
Mike was startled and tried to escape at first, but slowly succumbed to the pleasure as he relaxed also hard and sexually excited. Once Sarge began to tweak Mike's nipples he found himself paralyzed with lust undulating back against the big muscular guy. Sarge worked his slick soapy hard cock up and down between the boy's buns and dropped one soapy hand from Mike's nipples to the boy's cock and began to jack him slowly as he continued to rub his cock up and down between the boy's hot buns. He put his huge lips against Mike's neck and nibbled his way up to suck on the boy's earlobe. Sarge whispered softly, "Just relax and enjoy baby!" Sarge soon exploded his hot juices clear up over Mike's back, shoulders and neck. Seconds later Michael trembled, stiffened and climaxed into Sarge's hand where he had the head of his dick clasp in the soft folds of his palm rubbing the tender glands where he had been gently stroking the boy. Mike's legs went limp and he started to fall to his knees as he climaxed, but Sarge held him up until he was able to regain the ability to stand on his own again. Sarge returned the boy under his shower head and washed his juices from the kid's backside. Sarge turned his own shower head back on and they finished their shower, stepped out and dried watching each other. Not a single word was spoken.
Sarge was standing looking at himself in the mirror over a sink shaving his head and goatee when Mike came out from one of the toilet enclosures. They locked eyes in the mirror as Sarge gave him a wink. Mike's turned red with embarrassment, dropped his eyes to the floor, grabbed his stuff and departed.
The next day Mike was back taking his shower when they were full, knowing better than be caught alone again in the showers by the Sarge or anyone else, though he knew he wanted more of that big guy making love to him. Maybe that's why his subconscious mind later drew him into that crap game where he knew Sarge would either be playing or watching the game from the sidelines. He also knew he could have just left when he started to loose his own money, but he didn't. Then to let the Sarge talk him back into the game and front $85 had him thinking he either had to be crazy insane or crazy wanting some more attention from the big black hunk enough to let it all happen.
After Mike lost the $85 of Sarge's money, Sarge escorted him off to the side and told him that he would have to either immediately pay up or go with him to his room and settle his debt by putting out, as he expected the debt to be paid back one way or the other. Mike made a few requests to borrow the $85 from some of the guys that were in the game that he knew, but they just looked up at him and laughed as Sarge waited for him at his side with his big hand placed on the boy's awesome derriere gently squeezing.
Staff Sergeant Axel Wood's arm was around Mike's waist holding him up next to him the second the final request for an $85 loan was rejected. Sarge turned and squeezed his family jewels to the group huddled on the floor watching them depart, letting them all know by the gesture that he was taking possession of Mike. The minute the sergeant had Mike halfway up the stairs on the landing headed for his second floor room, he moved his hand down from Mike's waist and began to squeeze the boy's buns as he guided him along. Once on the second floor he continued to guide Mike along the hallway to the door to his room. He opened it with his passkey, guiding Mike into the private domain and locked the door with the deadbolt. He immediately pulled Mike into his arms, ruffled his soft blond locks and looked down into his light gray/blue eyes and smiled.
Sarge whispered, "No more denying me what I been wanting for a good long time now. Your pretty white ass is mine now baby!" Sarge released Michael, unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and tossed it on a chair, which left him nude from the waist up. He flipped the radio on to a reggae station, adjusted the volume, and turned his attention back to Michael. He flexed his biceps and made his abs ripple as Mike watched. Sarge began to strut his stuff around Mike, the kind of sexy strut we have all seen that black guys do when they are excited or showing off to their women, all in time to the music. He was loosening his belt and undoing the buttons on his fly as his strut continued. Suddenly he stopped strutting facing Mike, lifted his entire package, cock and balls and let them dangle and sway as he rotated his hips and undulated from the waist as though he was fucking. Mike mouth was agape watching as the black monster dick started to come alive, thicken and lift off the low hanger ball sacks. As it grew, the long foreskin umbrella pulled back slowly, displaying the huge purple head and massive mushroomed glands where they attached to the black shaft. It was so huge it could only make it up to about a 45 degree angle. He began to tweak his nipples and the big huge veined monster started to twitch and pulsate as he got his abs rippling again. He went back into his strut mode and danced around Mike. Mikes eyes were glued to him as he continued his sexy strut. His cock was now leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. The strut suddenly stopped again, as he stood back about three feet directly in front of Mike.
Sarge softly said, "Now get nude boy and stand at attention so I can look you over real good." Mike continued to stand in the middle of the room watching him without moving, as though he was in a trance or hypnotized. Sarge could see the boy was sporting a hard- on, as his fatigues pants were tented to the hilt. The kid was obviously going commando, as a wet spot was forming at the top of the tent.
"Damn Boy, I said GET NUDE, and do it now before you cream yourself! Don't make me hurt you boy!"
Mike came out of his stupor, looked down at his wet spot, then his feet and said almost apologetically, "I can't do that Sarge. Please, just let me go and I will pay you back double, some each payday. Sarge, I'm a Virgin Christian Boy and can't be doing this!"
Sarge was on him like a bolt of lightning. He backhanded the boy across the face twice and said louder than normal, "YOU BEST GET OUT OF THOSE DUDS BOY, RIGHT NOW!" Mike was stunned by the harsh unexpected backhand and the sudden dominant tone in the sergeant's voice. He put a hand to his jaw and worked it back and forth trying to relieve the pain the blow caused. He realized the Sarge meant business when a swift jab to his abs folded him in the middle sending him flying back against the cinder-block far wall which left him in a heap on the cold tile floor.
Sarge continued, "NOW YOU BEST BE UNDRESSED AND STANDING AT ATTENTION BY THE TIME I GET MY BOOTS OFF, UNDRESSED AND DRINKS POURED, AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU OTHER THAN 'YES SARGE' OR 'NO SARGE' WHEN I ASK YOU SOMETHING. YOU HEAR ME BOY?"
Mike looked up from the floor at the sergeant, his eyes moist with tears, and whispered, "Yes Sarge!" He knew now for sure Sarge meant business. Mike worked his way back to his feet again and started to undress, throwing his clothing on the chair next to Sarge's desk where Sarge had thrown his shirt earlier. He barely was able to get his clothing and boots off before the Sarge was standing facing his locker rummaging through things looking for something as he undressed completely.
The Sarge was totally nude when he found what he was looking for and pulled the items off the shelves, turned and set them on the desktop. He opened a desk drawer and pulled a bottle of liquor and two shot glasses and a couple of other items and added them up top. Sarge was at least 6'6", huge muscles, even for a black man. His head was shaved, but his body had tuffs of curly black hair across his chest and down over his body. He had a thin goatee. His pits and groin were a mass of kinky black longer hair. A massive cock was still semi-hard and swung like a huge black pendulum with his every move. Two large eggs hung in their smooth hairless low hangers, one a bit longer than the other. They swung from side to side slapping against his inner thighs as he poured Wild Turkey into the two shot glasses. When Sarge turned around Mike was standing at attention in the middle of the room watching his every move, eyes still watered over.
Sarge stepped up to Mike and rubbed his hands all over his body as though checking the merchandise for any flaws, imperfections, or irregularities. He lifted the boy's uncircumcised cock and balls and gave them a few pulls until the cock returned to a semi- hard and started to grow even larger in his hand. He worked the skin back and forth over the head a few times. He tweaked Mike's large nipples with the other hand and continued to jack the loose skin on and off the moist pink head stroking the boy to a full hard-on. The pre-cum oozed from the tip of his perfectly formed cock. He ran his thumb thru the slick and spread it over the surface of the pretty pink cock head and around the sensitive glands. The boy let out a soft moan and began to tremble uncontrollably. It was obvious he liked these new feelings of lust and was letting them ripple through him. He leaned forward slightly toward Sarge almost falling out of attention until Sarge grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them hard until the boy was standing on his toes and his dick was flaccid again.
Sarge removed his hands from the boy's cock and balls and grabbed him by the nips, pinched, twisted and tweaked them until they were standing like two quarter inch pink buttons on half dollar size slightly darker pink areolas. The boy let out another moan and his cock started to stiffen up again. Sarge was boning up himself as he leaned into the boy and sucked on his nipples. The pre-cum started flowing again from the boy's cock slit. Sarge grabbed a gob of the boy's pre on his middle finder and went behind the boy, spread his buns and rubbed the slick on his pinkie. The boy flinched and almost fell out from attention again, caught himself and tried to stand perfectly still as Sarge reached between his legs and pulled his cock so he could milk more pre-cum on to his finger. He continued rubbing pre-cum on the pinkie until he had it well lubed. He then milked more pre-cum on to his finger and began to work the finger into Mike's anus. The boy was tight, but soon began to relax and let the finger enter, massage and rotate. Sarge was searching for the boy's prostrate gland. When Sarge located and gave the little hard walnut a few pokes the boy let out a moan and started to drip more pre-cum. Sarge continued to massage and poke until Michael's legs were trembling and his body shaking. He was about to climax had Sarge not removed his finger and slapped the boy hard a couple of times across the ass.
"Well! I see everything is in working order boy and you seem to be a hot little fucker back here, but I don't want you shooting off until I tell you that you can boy. It's time for a couple of drinks and an Ecstasy pill for you boy. That should help loosen you up and get you all turned on to this nigger's big licorice stick. You're virginity really excites me boy. I can't believe no one has popped your cherry ass yet. You're so fucking beautiful, just like a blond virgin maiden." Sarge came around and stuck his wet finger in Mike's mouth and said, "Suck it clean Boy!" The boy complied without hesitation.
Sarge returned to the desk, grabbed the two jiggers of Wild Turkey and a pill. He downed the one drink and set the empty back on the desk. He stepped over in front of Mike, and forced his mouth open with his fingers, dropped the pill on his tongue and put the jigger of Wild Turkey to the boy's lips.
"Down the hatch boy and swallow that pill." After the boy swallowed the Wild Turkey Sarge told him to open his mouth wide as he ran his long black index finger around inside his mouth to make sure he had swallowed the Ecstasy pill as told. He found it hidden, lodged under the boy's tongue. He retrieved the pill and said, "Just as I expected. You don't want to get me upset again boy and end up on the floor with a sore belly ache!" He refilled the jigger with Wild Turkey, held the boy's head back with his mouth wide open, tossed the pill back down his throat and quickly poured the Wild Turkey in and held the boy by the chin until he swallowed the pill this time. Again, he checked to make sure the boy had truly swallowed the pill. "Good Boy! You can stand at ease now"
The boy relaxed and followed Sarge with his eyes as he returned to the drawer of the desk and pulled out what looked to be a cigarette. He lit it up and took a couple of long drags and then put it to the boy's lips and told him to puff. The boy shook his head no until Sarge back handed him again. "You never smoked pot before, huh boy?"
"No Sarge!"
"Well this doesn't have any nicotine in it, so it won't hurt you. It will calm your nerves. Now let's try this again!" He put the roach to the boy's lips again and the boy knew better than experience another harder backhand. He took a short drag on the reefer and immediately started coughing. After the kid recovered Sarge said, "Damn Boy! This time just suck the smoke down quickly, without hesitating and you won't start coughing like that. Here goes." He put it to the boy's lips and he inhaled it quickly like he was instructed. He didn't cough this time, but blew the smoke right back out into the room and made a nasty face indicating it tasted horrible. "This time inhale it and hold it in your lungs as long as you can boy. Here goes now." Mike inhaled the smoke and held it in as long as he could and Sarge gave him a little peck on the lips with his own before he said with a smile, "That's my boy!" Sarge took another long drag on the reefer and then began passing it back and forth sharing it with the boy. "Good stuff boy, give us a good buzz here shortly. You'll love the calming that will take place!" He kissed the boy again completely covering the boy's lips with his big thick lips and running his tongue around inside the boy's mouth. He could see the boy was beginning to loosen up and respond to his attentions, so he grabbed another reefer from the drawer, lit it up and passed it back and forth until it too had to be hooked on the roach clip to finish off. Another jigger each of Wild Turkey and the boy was responding well to the kisses, the little nibbles and the pecks on his ears and neck and the rubbing along his inner thighs.
When Sarge raised one of his arms and put Mike's nose into the fragrant wet pit hair the boy relaxed and began to inhale the strong masculine scent. The male pheromones filled his nasal passages. Mike's tongue was soon busy tasting the moisture and his nose was inhaling the aroma. It was clear that he was enjoying both the taste and the masculine scent of the pit. Sarge moved him to his other pit and continued this very important new experience for the boy. He then worked the boy lips over his nipples and down the center of his chest over his six pack abs and into the mass of hair surrounding the huge black dick, pushing the boy down on to his knees. It too was dripping wet with huge amounts of clear pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit.
Sarge whispered, "Kiss it baby! Soon it will be your new best friend and your favorite new sex toy, the love of your life!" He gently pushed it to the boy's lips and rubbed the copious amount of pre-cum it was producing back and forth over his lips. "Put your tongue out boy and taste of it!" Slowly the tongue came out from between pink lips and made a quick dip into the sauce and quickly receded back into hiding. "Again now boy, let's see that pretty pink tongue taste some more!" The boy was looking up at Sarge with dreamy eyes now as the tongue emerged again and lapped into the sauce. Sarge realized the booze, the pot and possibly even the Ecstasy were kicking in when Mike smiled up into his eyes and started to kiss, lick and suck up the sweet nectar.
"Good Boy! Now work the skin back and run your tongue around and under the head as you suck on more of the shaft babe! Mmmm! Oh Yea, just like that baby! You love that salty sweet taste and the strong smell of a black man don't you baby?"
"Mmmm! Mmmm!"
"I'll take that as a YES baby! Now work it up and down further in that pretty little mouth baby as you suck and work your tongue on it, and be careful not to scrape your teeth along it. Here, I'll help you." Sarge took Mike by the ears and worked his head up and down, up and down, gradually getting him to take more of the veined black shaft into his mouth. When it hit the back of the boy's mouth and he began to gag, Sarge pulled it back a way and let the boy recover. "When it hits your gag reflex start swallowing babe and you won't be gagging. You will soon get use to it baby. Now let's try again. Here we go -- don't forget to start swallowing when it hits the back of your mouth. YEA much better baby, you're getting the hang of it, a real quick learner, but watch those teeth!" He held the boy down his throat a short way for a few seconds, then pulled him back up to let him breath. "Now again, a little further! YES! YES! That's very good!" He held him there by both ears for a little longer before pulling him back for another breath of air this time. "Take it all the way now Baby -- you're a natural!" Sarge held on to Mike ears and pushed him all the way down on his dick until his stiff wiry pubes were pressed against the kids lips. He held him there much longer, finally lifting him back up by the ears for another shorter time to gather more oxygen. He continued doing this until the kid had the rhythm down. Then Sarge quickened the pace until he was plunging the boy's head up and down over his dock all the way down his throat and all the way back into his mouth for air, rapidly approaching a climax.
"YES! YES! Here comes your reward Baby!" Sarge's legs trembled, he stiffened and pumped two huge shots of nigger spunk directly down the kid's throat, pulled back and continued to shoot three more in his mouth so he could taste it and then pulled and shot the last two over the boy's lips, nose and face. Big gobs of jizz were running down Michael's face, some dripping off his chin and webbing down on to his chest.
Mike looked up into Sarge's eyes with a big dreamy smile on his face licking his lips and uttered, "Mmmm Good -- More please Sarge!" Sarge leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, then gathered all the spunk that was on the boy's face and body with his fingers and fed it to him. He moaned with each morsel, sucking at Sarge's finger each time they entered between his lips.
Sarge slipped his cock back in front of the boy and instructed, "Now clean up the mess boy and don't forget down the shaft and the balls too." Mike went right to town slurping up the juices and jizz. When he worked down over Sarge's huge hairless danglers Sarge began to get another huge erection and more pre-cum started to ooze from his piss slit.
"That's good baby -- you're a natural cock sucker alright! Did you like that Baby?"
"Oh yes Sarge! You're hard again. Can we do it again please?"
Sarge lifted Michael up on his feet, kissed him on the lips and said, "No baby! This next load is going up your caboose! I'm going to make love to you and Bust Your Cherry, turn you into my pussy-boy. But first things first babe! We will smoke another joint and I'll loosen you up some more with my fingers, then I will make real love to you, show you the real pleasures of the flesh."
Michael looked up into Sarge's eyes looking star-e-eyed and said, "Yes Sarge! But I don't think I can take your' big cock back there. It's way, way too big! Can't I just suck on you some more, you taste so good, like creamy yogurt?"
"Don't worry Babe -- After I get you're pretty pink rosebud all warmed up and dilated, Sarge's big nigger dick will slide right in and make you the happiest you have ever been in your life. Soon you will want Sarge's big black dick in there all the time making love to your hot little cum button to trigger anal orgasms. Come now, pucker up and give me a big sloppy kiss to show me how happy you are."
"Yes Sarge!" After a long kiss, Mike whispered, "You smell so good all sweaty like this. I could just lick you all over Sarge! You know that?" Sarge lit up another joint and they lay together on Sarge's three-quarter bed on their backs and passed the reefer back and forth until it was nothing but a final toke on the end of the roach clip. Sarge put an arm up behind his head and pulled Mike's face into his pit with the other hand. Mike sniffed the strong scent then started slowly licking and sucking up the heavy moisture that had gathered on the coarse black pit hair. Sarge tweaked the boy's erect nipples with the fingers on his other hand and soon they both dropped off to sleep.
A soft knock on the door brought Sarge back awake. He gave Mike a shake to wake him up, then jumped to his feet and walked to the door and asked, "Who's there?"
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