Swimmer-Coach - 10 By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
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THE MILITARY YEARS:
Well, once again a few of you have persuaded me to go on with the story of my life. You apparently enjoyed "My Journey" which outlined my awakening to what teens do with other teen aged men to reach a stress free way of life in the mountains of New Mexico. "Swimmer-Coach" continues the tale when I returned home and entered my senior year in High school and became a member of the swim team elite. This chapter attempts to sketch out what happened after my graduation.
It was graduation day. The ceremony was over, the parents and students had started to disperse in various directions. I went to my hall locker, removed what remained in the locker and stuffed them into my gym bag, along with the diploma and award pins. I thought I'd go out the exit near the Natatorium and visit with Coach Jody for one last time.
Coach was dressed in his usual tank suit, whistle cord, and sandals. He held his clipboard in one hand, his other holding open the door to the pool area. I approached him, "Hey, Coach, got a minute?"
He looked at me and was smiling, "For you, I've got more than a minute. You want to come to my office?" He turned and started back into the pool area. "You want to have one last swim, au naturel?"
"Nah, I just wanted to say thanks. I'll be going to Ohio State come September, and don't know if I'll be back to see you again. Thanks for getting me that scholarship, and thanks for easing the way with the guys of the elite team. It was one hell of an experience." I walked up to stand in front of him.
His hand snaked round the back of my neck and he pulled me in toward him and we were in a tight hug. His breath on my ear and neck. "You are one hell of a student and swimmer. I'm proud of you and your accomplishments. I kind of hate seeing you go, but you'll make me proud at Ohio State. I know in fact, Dr. Lee is looking forward to it and so is my brother Brian!"
"Jeez, thanks Coach! You embarrass me with all that praise. I'll miss you, too. So will Rocky and the rest of the guys." I released my arms from around his naked form and noticed I had broken out in a light sweat, my face flushed.
"You sure you don't want that swim with me for one last time?" He was grinning and looking very seductive. The front of his tank suit had plumped out seductively, too. He casually covered it with his clipboard. I'd have to remember that trick when I coached my team.
"You know I'd like nothing better, but I really have to get going. My new employer is waiting for me out in the park. I got a summer job on the park maintenance crew. I might even be given a spot at the city pool." I started slipping away from him and toward the door.
"You know I'll be here at the pool all summer. Make some time to visit. Give me a call and I can arrange a swim time for just us. You owe me one!" He was laughing at that and I knew what he wanted. I gave my reply that I'd try real hard and went out the door.
I didn't get to work at the city pool, but was put on the baseball field crew. It was our job to trim and get the diamonds ready for the city recreational teams to play on. I got lots of sun and a nice tan. The young stud in charge of grading the diamonds got me started using baby lotion spiked with iodine. He offered to rub me down with the stuff and I agreed to let him do my back for me. He also got into the habit of slapping my tight jeans clad ass cheeks whenever he finished.
The summer went quickly. I was getting antsy about going to college and the crew was chiding me about it. The crew boss told me that if I need time to get ready, it was all right with him to take a couple days off.
It was Friday and we were standing around waiting for out paychecks. I was given mine and raced home with it. As I entered the door, my mother greeted me with a brown envelope. "This came for you today!" and she waved it in front of me. I took it from her hand. It was what I dreaded the most, "Greeting from the President of the United States. You are to report for induction into the Army...blah, blah, blah."
I sat down and my eyes filled with tears. "They can't do this to me. I've got eyeglasses I should be 4-F, they can't take my college away from me. Ma! They can't do this!" Guess what, they did! To me and a lot of other young guys 19 years of age.
I reported to the induction center for my physical exam and hoped I'd fail that. They had told us to report with just a gym bag with our personal items in it. If we passed the physical, we'd have just two hours to tell our family and report back to the train station for transportation to the induction and training center.
We met in a huge room. We were told to strip to our skivvies and pile our clothes on top of our bag. We then went into an area for the physical. Doctors sat on chairs and we formed lines in front of them. Each guy would step forward. The doctor would stand up, check his eyes, ears, look up his nose, check down his throat, listen to his heart, drop his briefs and cough, then bend over and get checked for hemorrhoids. If he passed, he went through a doorway, if he failed he was escorted back to his clothes, told to dress and leave, he was not fit for military duty.
I got to go through the door, holding onto my briefs. I joined a line of waiting guys, all standing naked waiting for directions. We were told not to put our skivvies on; we were going to get some shots in the ass cheeks. I looked up at the series of doorways we were to walk thorough. I saw a guy enter the space between doorways, get hit with a hypodermic in each arm, then walk through the next doorway where the scene was repeated. Some big hulk of a stud, nice ass, walked through the doorway, got his shots and fainted. The medics yelled, "Hey we got one!" Medical personnel came out of the other doorways and hit the stud in the arms and ass with their hypodermics. He was one of the lucky ones who didn't feel the needles. Two orderlies hauled him out of the line and into another room off to the side. After we received about twelve shots, in each arm and in each ass cheek, we arrived back at the main room we had disrobed in. We were told to stand, still stark naked, next to our clothes and bag, raise our right hands and repeat after the officer, "We solemnly swear to defend our country.....so help us God!" We were welcomed into the United States Army, told we had two hours to tell our families and report back to be transported by train to Fort George Meade in Maryland. Anyone not returning would be considered a deserter and AWOL.
I left the induction center and went to a phone, called home and told my mother what had happened, I was drafted into the Army and would not be home for at least two years. I then went to a restaurant and had my last civilian meal. I was devastated, but determined to make the best of this. I reported back to the center and when my name was called, given a Pullman car number. We walked down the trackside, looking for the car number we had been assigned. Finding it we entered. I was pushed into a roomette at the end of the car, by a couple of the guys who were behind me.
"Hey, man grab a seat before any more guys get in here. The rest of these jokers will get the coach seats and berths". The four of us introduced ourselves and started exchanging information. This one guy had been clued in by his older brother about what was happening. He explained what was going to happen. At Fort Meade, we would be tested for ability, skills, and stuff. Then depending how the test went, we'd be assigned to the various branches of the Army.
The drill sergeant was a tough old bugger. We were assembled, told what to do, how to do it and when to do it. We were called out and told to report to various areas for testing, marched around to the mess hall and it was a mess hall, huge and sterile. By the time evening rolled around, we were all exhausted and tired...scared, too! As we laid on the bare mattresses we talked about our fears and hopes and fell into a fitful sleep.
Three days of the same thing. On the fourth day, at morning assembly, we were called out and told to report to various areas for duty. We picked up our duffel bags stuffed with our new uniforms and reported to those areas assigned. Mine happened to be a bus. We loaded our duffel, then boarded the bus and took a seat. We weren't told a thing, just to sit and be quiet. The bus pulled out and we looked out the window at the passing countryside. I noticed that we had crossed a state line and had entered Virginia. A couple of us started softly talking, wondering where we were going. About three hours later, the non-com up front stood and yelled for attention.
"You are all wondering what is going on. You are all going the Fort Lee, Virginia to be trained in the Quartermaster school. You'll first have six weeks of basic training, then another six weeks of advanced training. After that you'll be given duty assignments. Now shut the fuck up and quit bothering me." He sat down in his seat and started talking to the driver of the bus.
I was amazed at how we had all become sheep, following orders without question, doing what we were told. I guess that is what the Army wanted from us. We got off the bus, formed up in two lines with our duffel, then lead to a training company.
We stood in front of the company headquarters building as a Master Sergeant come out and introduced himself to us. He informed us that we were his now. It was his job to turn us in to soldiers. We were told what was expected of us and what to do. The daily routine was told to us. Then he asked if any of us were in the Boy Scouts. A few of us meekly raised out hands and were told to come "front and center" in front of the Sergeant. He asked if any of us were Eagle Scouts. I replied that I was, and he informed me that I was a squad leader. He Told me to take the first twenty guys into Barracks One and assign them bunks, then report back to him.
I turned to the first twenty guys standing in formation, "Okay, count off one to twenty and then follow me to Barrack One. Right face, forward, March!" Without another word we marched off and into the empty barracks. The place was filled with double tier metal cots with rolled up mattress pads over metal springs. In front of each bunk were two footlockers, and behind the bunk were racks to hang your clothing from. I grabbed the first bunk by the door, throwing my duffel bag onto the bunk. Then proceeded to check the other guys in getting settled. I told the group to sit tight and wait for further instruction, look the place over, but not to leave the barracks. I left to report back to the sergeant.
"Hey, kid, not bad, you did that like a professional. You're old man former military?" He was looking my skinny frame up and down. "I like what I see, I think you'll make a good soldier, with some training, of course. Now here's what I want you to do next..." I received my instructions and reported back to the barracks. I lead my squad to the supply room to obtain their sheets and blankets and helped with the paper work. It helped me as I had to write each of my squad members' names on the supply forms and make sure he signed it.
Back at the barrack, I instructed the guys how to make up their bunks, cautioned them to keep the area neat and clean. Next I demonstrated how to make up their footlockers and told them that just before dinner, the sergeant would be doing an inspection of the barracks and if we wanted to eat, we had better pass the test. Showed them how to stow their uniforms on the racks and how to keep personal stuff inside their duffel bag and how to hang it behind their uniforms.
Sergeant Blake was assigned to our barracks and had the room right next to the entrance. He was built like a brick shit house and filled his uniform nicely, down there too! Later that evening I got a good look at him as he stood by my bunk in just shower clogs, skivvies, and a towel draped over his shoulder. He wasn't much older than I, maybe twenty-two at the most. He had a nice build, nice definition, and a sparse expanse of brown curly hair across his pectorals and down the middle of his abdominals. I noticed as he watched me undress that his nipples hardened up and his bulge grew.
"The First Sergeant says you seem to know what to do and how to do it. Where did you learn that from kid? I smiled at him, grabbed my basic training manual and held it out as I told him about Scouting and the trips to various military bases.
"Okay! So let me fill you in on how I want this barracks run. I noticed the other squad leaders following your lead, so if I tell you then they'll do what I want done. Right?" Looking at me, he placed a hand on my bare shoulder and pulled me toward him as he walked toward the latrine area. "Join me in the shower and we can discuss things as we clean up." He turned and over his shoulder shouted, "You other squad leaders join me in the latrine area!"
So there we were, eight bare ass squad leaders, in the shower with the sergeant as he told us what he expected of us and went over the routine. All eight of us were sprouting boners as we watched the sergeant soap up his body. Some of the guys were embarrassed and tried looking away. I knew this game. I stood spread legged, body tilted back, hips thrust forward, and proceeded to soap up my chest and crotch area, facing the sergeant. I noticed his eyes sparkled as he watched me caress my chest, crotch, and thighs. I rubbed soap on my ass cheeks and gave him a good look, then bent down to wash my calves and ankles. One of the guys next to me patted my spread ass cheek, commenting how nice they were.
"Okay, none of that shit in this barracks. The first guy I catch fucking around with another guy, get his ass hauled outside and beaten. I don't want no fags in my unit, got that?" The sergeant glared at us. I thought to myself that something was not right here.
I looked at him, "Just guys doing a guy thing, Sarge. No offense intended. I don't think any of us are into that stuff. Right guys?" I looked at the other squad leaders and got a few mumbled agreements. The sergeant turned and rinsed off, then told us he was finished and grabbing his towel, stood and dried off in front of the group. He didn't, I noticed, bother to put on any shorts, but went back through the squad room bare ass naked.
"What the fuck was that all about. I thought he was coming on to us pretty strong" spoke one of the guys. Several of the more husky of the group agreed and started touching each other on the shoulders and offering to wash backs for each other. These were the guys I'd be able to work with, as they knew the score. The three shy ones we'd have to watch out for, they could become trouble. I finished showering, exited the room and started toweling dry. Out the side of my eye, I caught two in the back of the shower fondle one another quickly.
Luckily, the three shy ones had gone back to the squad room. The others in the showers looked at me, nodded and giggled knowingly.
"You need to be careful guys, until you know what the game plan is. Cool the sexy stuff around those three and the sergeant, Okay?" I looked at the four for an answer.
"Yeah, we understand. You cool with this?" One of them said as he fondled his ball sack as the hot water flowed down his chest and stomach.
Smiling, I pulled on my pecker and told him, "Yeah, I'm cool with it. Just behave yourselves and be careful what you do. We all have different stress levels and different ways of handling them. Right now you know the sergeant isn't with it. So a word to the wise is sufficient." I walked out and down the squad room to a chorus of whistles and hoots. I then realized I was bare ass naked.
I won't kid you. The next six weeks were total hell on earth. When we were not running to make a formation, we were hustling to get to a classroom. In between we were getting weekly haircuts, cleaning uniforms, doing drills, calisthenics and locker inspections. The Friday night barrack sessions to get ready for Saturday inspection was especially hectic. Right after dinner, everyone reported to the barracks. Bunks were moved aside, and the floor swept, scrubbed and mopped clean. The cracks between the floorboards were picked and scrapped clean. Windows washed inside and out, everything wiped free of dust. Then just before lights out at eleven, the bunks were moved back and precisely placed so that there was the same exact spacing between them. When the lights went out, some of us assemble in the latrine area. The urinal trough was cleaned till the brass sparkled and the porcelain shown. All the commodes were scrubbed clean, except for one, which everyone used till after the inspection. The sinks were scrubbed and brass polished. Then everyone showered, the last guys in scrubbing the place down. Naked and tired, everyone flopped onto their unmade bed and slept till 5:30 am.
The sergeant was rattling the cots at 5:30 am. Everyone rolled their bare Asses out of bed and carefully made up their cots till you could bounce a dime on the blankets. Last minute touches to the footlockers were made. Then everyone dressed in their parade uniforms and fell out for individual inspection. Once that was over, it was hustle back into the barracks, do the last minute touch ups and stand at attention by your cot and footlocker.
The young lieutenant came into the barracks, the sergeant yelled, "Attention, Officer present in the barracks!" We all braced in perfect attention. He introduced himself and proceeded to hold an inspection of our lockers and bunks. After making the rounds of asking questions, and turning out some sloppy footlockers onto the floor, he informed us that we would not get passes for weekend leave. He informed the sergeant that we needed to get the barracks into order and to inform him when it had been accomplished. He strode out the front door, and I watched the blood rise in the sergeant's neck. He turned to face us and spewed forth his contempt for our slovenly ways, he told us that we were to strip bare ass naked and clean up the barracks till it passed his inspection. He went to the two who had their lockers overturned and verbally abused them for at least ten minutes. They were down doing pushups and he yelled and screamed at them. After that they were scrambling on hands and knees picking up their equipment and putting it back into precise position in their footlockers. He wouldn't let them stand up. They had to do everything on hands and knees; they were told they weren't respectable enough to be considered soldiers.
It was two hours of sheer torture as he stomped, yelled, screamed, tossed bunks around, kicked over water buckets, and threw mops at guys that were standing around, then he dressed down those that did not meet his standards. Finally, in exhaustion, we had the barracks the way he thought it should be for inspection. He ordered us into our fatigue uniform and to form up on the side street behind the barracks. He left us at parade rest as he went to the orderly room and called the lieutenant.
The officers, all of them, descended on the barracks. After they went through, they informed the sergeant that the barracks was finally fit for habitation. The captain then addressed us. He asked if we had finally learned how to be soldiers and live like them.
It was a loud, "Sir, Yes Sir!" He turned to the sergeant giving him a crisp salute and the officers went off toward the company headquarters building.
Sergeant Blake addressed us and told us we had better not embarrass him with another failed inspection or if we thought we lived in fear the last two hours, he'd make our week living hell twenty four hours, seven days a week till we graduated or died in the attempt. He yelled, "Fall out!" and stalked off to his room. We heard the radio come on as we quietly filed back into the barracks.
Some of the guys came over to me. "Are we grounded, or can we go to the canteen and enlisted men's club?"
"Don't know. I'll ask the sergeant and get back to you." They impressed on me the urgency of their request asking if I could do it now, ask the sergeant right then. I walked to the sergeant's room door, and lightly knocked and announced, "Squad Leader Laetus requesting permission to speak to and with the sergeant." I waited outside his door for permission to either enter or ask my question.
The door opened and the sergeant's gruff voice order me to get my sorry ass inside. I slipped through the opening and turned to face the sergeant. He was standing there completely naked, a beer bottle in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. "Well, what's your question, as if I didn't have a clue!" He sneered at me as I mumbled some words as I stared at his stud body. "Well, speak up, Christ I don't bite!" He snickered and a slight smile curled the edges of his mouth.
"Uh, huh, uhm, oh the guys want to know if they are restricted to barracks or can the be turned loose to go to the canteen and enlisted mans club, Sir!" His head tilted and he looked at me through squinted eyes. He took a swig of his beer and then looked at me. "Is that the way you ask a question of a superior officer?"
I immediately braced to attention and in a command voice, asked, "Sir, No Sir! My men requested me to ask the Sergeant if they were restricted to barracks, Sir." I caught his smile and he informed me that that was better. "Well, are we?" slipped out of my mouth before I realized what I'd said. I knew I'd regret it. He looked me straight in the face, and rolling the unlit cigar between his lips told me, "They are, but you're not! You go tell them they are not restricted to barracks, then get your ass back in here. Understand!"
"Sir, Yes Sir! Thank you sergeant Blake." I turned on my heels doing a nice tight about face and exit through the door, carefully closing it behind me. I told the other squad leaders and told them they had better do something big to thank the sergeant. They came up with the idea that the entire barracks, in one voice, would shout, "Sir, thank you sergeant Blake, Sir!" They deployed and organized everyone. Smiles all around at what they were about to do.
In a command voice I informed the squad leaders of the sergeants answer to their question and the chorus of "Sir, Thank You, Sergeant Blake, Sir" rang off the rafters of the building. I turned and knocked on the sergeant's door. "Enter!" I opened the door and entered the sergeant's private room.
He was sitting on the edge of his cot. His legs spread wide, his massive log hanging down over the huge nut sack He was chomping on that unlit cigar. He reached behind him and threw me a bottle of beer, "Here, have a beer. Strip and get comfortable. It gets warm in these little rooms. Come on a sit here next to me." He waited for me to strip off my blouse and pants and take off my boots. I stood up with just my white briefs on. He grinned at me and said, "those, too" indicating my tighty whites, "as they are not GI issue!" I inserted my fingers into the waistband, slide them down, bent over and took them off my foot.
"You got a nice tight ass, you know that Laetus?" He was patting a place next to him for me to sit.
"Yeah, sergeant, I've been told that before. Just what are we gitten' into here?" I sat next to him, our hefty thighs touching. He leaned to one side, removed the cigar and grinned. He watched as I twisted off the bottle cap and took a swig of cold beer.
"I think you know what's going on here. That hunk of man meat between your thighs is filling out nicely. It's been a long time since either of us had gotten his rocks off, more you than me. Bet you'd like a little stress relief, don't cha?" His hand slid behind me to grasp and rest on my farthest ass cheek, his lips just four inches from mine. He was grinning and running the tip of his tongue side to side over his lower lip. His eyes locked onto mine. "You're not one of those dumb doughboys out there, you're quality beef and I'll just bet someone has shown you the ropes, so to speak. I want you down on your knees in front of me." He was silent waiting for me to move. My mind raced, was this a trick or was he seriously considering me giving him a blowjob? Do I just follow his orders or resist the temptation?
"Uh, sergeant, we could get into a lot of trouble if we do what I think you are thinking and asking me to do." I returned his look concentrating on his face.
"Yeah, we could, you could get into a lot of trouble, but I know you know how to keep your mouth shut. I've seen you staring and fighting the urge. You're not one of those cheap faggots, you got smarts. Now, let's not talk about it anymore. Down on your knees buddy, and you know what I'd like you to do." His hand pushed me off the bed and he took another gulp of beer, tossed the cigar onto his desktop and waited.
I knelt before him, he fondled his cock and pulled his balls free, getting it set up for what he wanted from me. He was fairly crooning to me, "Yeah, that's it buddy, down on your knees in front of me. Put your hands on my knees and bend those beautiful full lips forward until you kiss the tip of my pussy buster. Yeah, you know what to do, open those lips, let me see and feel some of that pink tongue of yours, you're doing just fine, yeah, that's it let the head slip into your mouth, that mouth that has driven me to pounding my cock nights on end, Oh, it feels so good, so warm and wet and wanting, Mmmmm, so good, so fine, you are so good at this." He relaxed and laid back on the cot.
His entire genital area was before me. It was a little hairier that I was used too, but he was right, I was horny after six weeks celibacy. I wanted, I needed this release. My mouth opened and his cock slid hard and fast and deep into my throat. My lips closed tight against the hot flesh and I sucked hard. He groaned.
His cock wasn't huge, like Rocky's and Coach's, but it filled my mouth and my lips were able to squeeze around it comfortably. I lifted my head, letting his cock head slip off my lower lips, I sucked the glans, tongued his piss slit, licked down and up his shaft. He was groaning and sweating. I spread his thighs farther apart and licked below his hanging nut sack. I sucked on each of his nuts, gripped them gently between my teeth as my tongue pressed and moved over the hairy orb. He was muttering, "Oh, fuck!, oh shit!, that is so good!" He started squirming in his lust. I licked up his shaft and then took it into my throat and swallowed. I moved my mouth up and down, his cock was now pushing my cheek out, then down my throat, then pulled out, shoved back, sucked, licked and then I gagged as his spunk flooded my mouth. I swallowed, I gulped greedily, sucking the last of his sperm, licking the piss slit clean, and then letting his wilting cock, pop free of my hot wet mouth. I leaned away from him, hunkered down and pulled my dripping prick. I stood and then my groin convulsed and sperm shot from my extended man's meat and shot up the sergeant's stomach and chest in long creamy strands.
He lifted his head to observe the last shot hit him. He watched as I squeezed the last of it from my man stalk and raise my hand to my mouth and lick it clean. He was smiling and his white perfect teeth shown between two red swollen lips. A hand moved up to scrape up some of my cum from his chest. He eagerly slurped it into his mouth. He looked up at me with adoring eyes, "That's nice and tasty, just the right consistency, too!" His arms held out for me to fall onto his body and possess him. I lowered my chest to his. Shivers took my body as I felt those crisp chest hairs press against my smooth pecs and our nipple tips touched. Our lips found each other and my tongue entered the welcoming mouth. We swirled out cum slick tongues, explored behind teeth and stretched smooth cheeks, pressed up on the palette, more tongue twisting.
His big callused hands were rubbing up and down my muscled back. He cupped my ass cheek and gripped them roughly. I felt our soft cocks rub against my hard stomach muscles. He told me that we needed to go on leave together so that we could do everything in the book, together. Get really off and relaxed. I agreed as this guy was a real stud and also my superior. We moved into a more comfortable position, lying full length on the cot. He held my slender body in his brawny arms pulling me into his well-defined musculature. His thighs gripped my hips. His lips were nuzzling my ear when he whispered, "I want you to fuck me now, I want your meat in my ass and exploring every inch of my guts. I want you to pound my ass hard and slow. Think you're up to it?"
I raised my chest off his, "Of course I'm up for it!" I wiggled my hips, my now hard cock pressing into him. He gently raised his knees. I felt my prick slid over his bristled ball sack. "You ready for a little ass kissing? A buddy of mine showed me how to do it the right way." I thought of Andy and how he was always up for a bit of rimming before the breeching.
Sergeant just moaned and told me, "Go for it, buddy!" His hips lifted off the cot on the first swipe of my tongue over his brown pucker. "Oh, jeezus what was that?" I looked at him, smiled and dove back between his ass cheeks, diving deep with my tongue. I spit and spread saliva all over and around his ass ring. I formed a hard tube with my tongue and pressed it forward. He let out a loud long moan as it slipped into him. I was amazed that I was doing it. I pulled it out and did some of the tongue flicking that Andy shown me. The sergeant had his legs spread and extended over his shoulders. I gripped the back of his thighs with my hands, pushing his legs back and down. I looked down and saw my cock dripping with clear cowper's gland liquid. I was ready. I moved my hips so that my hard stalk and glans head centered on his puckered ass ring. My purple engorged head fit perfect into his pucker and I pushed inward. It was magnificent, the waves of pleasure swept over me as I felt my cock penetrate and slide inward. His sphincter muscle relaxed, my glans slid past, and I felt the muscle close to grip my shaft tightly. I waited till he relaxed some, then pushed the entire 8 inches up into him. I must have hit his g-spot on the way in--he just groaned and gasped. He was quivering slightly. I had never felt that before. He was hunching his ass upward as I pushed my eight deep into him. It was like I was bouncing on his ass and driving every inch into his tight tunnel.
His cock hardened, pulsed and sprayed cum onto his hairy chest, some hit his chin as I watched. His sphincter clenched once, twice, and that set my orgasm going. I didn't know I had that much cum left in my tortured testicles, they were so tightly pulled next to my pumping pecker. He rolled sideways and I followed him to the cot. I lay exhausted next to him. We were gasping, breathing deep, recovering from a magnificent orgasm.
He was softly laughing. I asked why. He replied that we were both soaked in sweat and covered in cum; we'd never make it to the shower un-noticed. I reached for my discarded white briefs and used them to wipe our bodies. I dropped them wet, onto the floor and went back to snuggle with the sergeant. He met my lips with a big slobbering wet kiss and then thanked me for helping him get some relief from the tension.
We laid quietly next to one another. I felt his skin next to mine and realized how I had longed for this type contact with another man. My free hand roamed softly, gently exploring his chest and stomach and groin area. Our breathing had returned to normal.
"When did you discover you enjoyed this contact with another guy?" he turned his head and was looking at me.
"It was in the mountains of New Mexico. I was a kid of seventeen and didn't have a clue as to what guys could do to relieve stress build up. Our trail guide took me in his tent and showed me a lot. Then when I returned back home, I got into an elite swim group that rounded out my experience. I had a few session with our swim coach. Now you, how did you get to do it." I rolled onto my back and waited for him to tell me.
"I was just thirteen, big for my age and as you can see, hung! My uncle, then my cousin played around, and eventually, we did it all. A couple of guys did it to alleviate the stress of performing at football and track. You know how exercise builds up high levels of testosterone and how antsy and horny you get from it. I decided early on that I'd join the military, get a free education, then retire early and get into some line of work. I never realized what a hang up the military had to getting your rocks off. If you go off base, fuck some whore, catch the clap or something worse, it was okay and everyone smiles about it. Get your rocks off with a buddy and get caught and you're out on your ass with a dishonorable discharge."
"So, knowing the danger, why did you take a chance with me?' I sat up next to him and leaned against the wall.
"Cause I have watched you, I know you know the score and are careful. You'll keep your mouth shut and get on with it. You're not like those dumb fucks upstairs that are always praying and mooning about being chase and pure. What fucking bigots, it takes all I have to keep from stomping the shit out of them. What wimps! Naw, I can see you got leadership qualities and you like it too! You did enjoy it didn't yah?
He got up and went to a small refrigerator and pulled out two more cold beers. He grinned as he handed one to me. "Part of the perks of being a billet sergeant. I guess you being the squad leader might as well share some of the perks. Say I shouldn't be telling you this, but the officers have spotted you and are going to recommend you for cadre training and promotion to corporal." He stood in front of me. I looked up into his brown eyes and set the beer bottle aside. I stood up in front of him, tilted my head and we met in a lip lock. Then we were licking and sucking lips. Our hands were all over our backs and fronts. I felt his hardon brush and poke my stomach. He was ready and so was I.
"My turn now, I want that pussy buster up my ass this time. You're not the only one to have an itch where the sun don't shine." He grinned at me with a sparkle in his eyes.
"I like your style, Private. On the cot and raise your legs, you're going to get your wish!" He grasp each of my ankles and pulled them over my head. "Here grab hold of your thighs. I like watching what I poke." His tongue stuck out of one side of his mouth, lust in his eyes, and iron in his pecker. He grabbed hold of my thighs with one hand, place his engorged glans against my pucker, and without warning plunged his entire fat eight-inch pussy buster into my asshole.
I felt that quick moment of intense pain as he breached me. In an instant it was gone and the pleasure of the fullness enveloped me. I gloried as his swollen glans rubbed the innards of my rectum. I flinched as it hit my prostate sending tingles up my spine. His hand reached forward and pinched one of my swollen hard nipples and the electricity went back down to my balls. He quickly got into a rhythm and his thighs were slapping my tight stretched ass cheeks. He was now grasping my ankles again and stretching me upward as this cock keep rapidly entering and withdrawing from my clenching ass ring. My hands reached out for his hard butt cheeks and I pulled him into me, demanding more, harder, faster.
He had broken out in sweat again. Real masculine musk. Rivulets run down the hairs on his chest, dripping off onto me. I was whipping my head from side to side in my ecstasy, biting my upper lip and rubbing it with my tongue. A glance upward showed me his eyes closed, him concentrating on giving me his all. I squeezed my ass muscles, reached up to his tits and pinched. He gasped and folded down onto me as I felt at the same time that warm flow of his cum deep in my rectum. Damn, if felt so right, so good, it shouldn't end so soon. My own cock exploded, my head tilted back in the wave of climax that enfolded us both. Twice in one afternoon, it was too good. We were both heaving great gasps of cool air into our lungs. Our pulses, once throbbing, were calming down, we were returning to that area where peace and sleep cover you. He withdrew and laid next to me, His wet hot cock laid on my thigh, quivering, pulsing out the last of his orgasm onto my flesh.
He looked at me through glazed eyes, muttered, "The best yet!" and fell into a peaceful sleep. I snuggled into his shoulder and joined him in rest. When we awoke some time later, the barrack was still quiet. He suggested we try getting to the showers and washing the evidence down the drain. I picked up my boots and clothing and quietly opened the door, glanced out to see that the coast was clear. Slipped out to my bunk, grabbed soap and towel and made for the shower. I had gotten the shower just right and was soaping up when he joined me. He asked me to scrub his back. I worked up a nice lather and applied it to his back. He wanted it rough, and that's what I gave him. I worked my soapy hands over his back, kneading the tight muscles till I felt them relax. I worked down to his rounded ass cheeks, two fingers slipping between the crack and up into his anus. I felt the fluids drain, and then we both heard a soft rolling fart, as he expelled the air trapped by our recent coupling. I pulled out my fingers and rinsed them under the shower. He was softly giggling about the fart, saying how sorry he was to do that to a guy helping him out. We both got to laughing about it. It was a guy thing to enjoy.
He reached out, grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so that he could scrub down my back and ass cheeks. He thrust his fingers up my ass and I felt my ring expand as his fingers spread and twisted. I think he was a bit disappointed that I hadn't expelled any air like he had. He slapped my ass cheek and told me I was finished. I got under the warm spray of water and rinsed my body, I was looking down at my feet, watching the water and soapsuds go down the drain.
"I'm really fighting the urge to grab you and hug you and kiss you right now, right here. It is really going to be hard being a sergeant around you. You know I can't show you any special treatment out in the field. I'll probably wind up making it tougher for you. You know that don't you?" He stood looking at me with the spray plastering his hair to his head. Shit, he was a stud and I did want to do more with him.
"Yeah, I knew that when we were in your room. I'm a big boy now and I can take what you dish out to me. All I ask is that you be fair about it. It is going to be hard making out that I hate your rotten guts again." I dodged his slapping hand and scooted out of the shower. He hit my ass cheek with a towel tip that produced a rosy welt. He told me that was for being a smart ass, was my ass smarting? You know it! He got the other cheek before I could dodge out of the way. I walked back to my bunk with both ass cheeks smarting. He walked past me, on his way to his room, chuckling about it.
To be continued:
Authors note: I'd like to hear some of your basic training adventures as it would be interesting to compare notes. You can email me at (Laetuseros@aol.com) or send it to Chipster to forward (chipster071053@yahoo.com)