I immediately went to the PX to get buck sergeant stripes. Unfortunately they only had PFC single ones. I bought four and added two to each sleeve and stapled them on. I wanted to be sure if I ran into problems during the KP wake ups that I could pull rank.
The next morning I got up at 4:30 in the AM. I had been issued a GI flashlight but it was too bright and against blackout regs in England. The previous night I taped the lens so that only a slit of light came through. I strutted down the quiet squadron street looking for the building that housed my first "victim". I had a roster of the barracks numbers and cot numbers. I felt all powerful, I WAS THE DISTURBER OF SLEEP.
I opened the door to the barracks and was immediately assailed with the odor of sleeping young man. Ah, perfume. Then I became aware of the sounds, lots of mutterings, snorings and deep breathing. I approached the cot where my poor sleepy boy lay oblivious to his fate. The number of his cot was painted on the floor at the foot. There he was, lying on his back, his covers off, his penis in the throes of hearty morning wood. I gently shook his smooth warm shoulder. He opened his eyes, "Who're you, fuck off. Get outa here."
"Hey soldier, I can put you on report for addressing a sergeant like that. Get up, you're on KP. You got ten minutes to get ready. Meet me at the truck at the motor pool."
"Yessir, sorry, I was just half asleep."
Hiding my smile I went to the next barrack. There were three there and I messed up their nights sleep with glee. Oh shit, this was fun. My ego was bursting.
There were six guys on the roster. Actually only five were requisitioned by the mess chef, but one extra was always listed in case one couldn't make it.
I headed for a barrack at the far end and entered. My guy was already awake, sitting up and resting on a propped pillow. He was a handsome kid, blond curly hair and a killer smile. "Hey sergeant. How you doing?"
I saw that he was rubbing his crotch and looking down at it and then up at me. Now you know me, immediately my prick hardened and rose. He could see it clearly and he smiled even broader. "You're feeling horny today, ain't ya. Can I feel it?"
I nodded dumbly, already being controlled by the blood flow to my dick. He caressed it softly and then looked up at me. "Hey pretty sergeant, I'll make a trade with you."
"What trade?" I croaked.
"A blow job for being excused by KP. Okay?"
In answer I moved right up to the edge of his cot and opened my fatigue pants. They were loose and they slid down to the floor. My shorts were way out and he stroked my cock, then he pulled the shorts down. "Whew, what a monster. I'll try to handle it, or die trying. Send my body home to Boston, Mass. USA."
This guy could handle it. He actually unhinged his jaw I think and opened his gullet and swallowed the whole thing. Oh shit, I never felt anything better, especially when he held it down there and gulped and made his throat muscles stroke it. I knew I couldn't last long with this treatment. I rubbed his freshly barbered hair and held on to his ears and fucked his mouth. He moaned and grunted at the assault, but he didn't have to bear it long. My knees collapsed and my thighs grew rigid and with a muted cry I began delivering the morning milk. He managed not to lose a drop. When I finished he gave it one nice kiss on the piss slit and licked his lips. "Sweeet," he said. I crossed his name off the list and headed for the truck.
My detail was sitting in the open back of the truck. Two guys had fallen asleep. I started off, gears grinding because I had never driven anything like this. You have to double clutch, something foreign to me. In any event I got them to the mess hall at the headquarters and turned them over to the cook. He looked at them like they were lepers and got them peeling potatoes. "When you have a hundred done, you can eat breakfast."
As for me, I was a fellow non-com. He took me into the empty officer's mess and made scrambled eggs and beacon. Oh the perks of being a duty sergeant.
I drove the truck back to the squadron area and on up the hill to the motor pool. Uh Oh, I ended up in a area of deep mud, I was in deep shit, I knew it when a big tall, shirtless guy with day old whiskers, a cigar in his mouth and a bottle of English beer in his hand headed for me. I got out of the truck and we met each other halfway. "Are you some kind of ignorant son of a bitch, fag, shit head? What you doing ruining my trucks? I heard you grinding gears this morning." Suddenly he stopped and stared at me. He was quite a guy, muscular in his chest with some nice blond hair there. His arm muscles were like balloons. He was a giant, but his face was one of a mischievous boy with his ginger hair tumbling over his forehead and a wide, humorous mouth. "Say boy, you're kinda fetching. Do ya make it with guys?"
I was dumbfounded. My mind was working like a calculating machine I have learned so far that the Air Force lets compliant guys off the hook so I wasn't going to deny anything that might help my case. "I guess so, a little."
"A little is all I need. Git into my lil' ol' motor pool shack here,"
He put his hambone arm around my neck and steered me inside. The place was real 100% manly, pictures of girls' breasts torn from magazines, but there were also physique poses with guys wearing tiny straps that just covered their vital parts. "Git over there and grab holt of that truck tire and hold on. If you feel any pain, just bite on the tred."
I did it. What else could I do? I expected to be brutally treated but the surprise was that he was very gentle. He lowered my pants and exposed my boy-ass. "Whoooeeee, that's as fine a rump as I seen since my girl friend's back home."
For some dumb reason, not too smart I was pleased to get the compliment. I was even more pleased when the big lug began petting my ass cheeks and running his big sausage finger along the warm, damp place between my halves. I was beginning to go into a slight spin and sweat was breaking out on my back. "That's it boy, go into your sex sweat." He licked my back. Oh shit, I was slowly getting lost in his desires and needs and somehow I wanted to please him. Then I felt something incredibly wonderful. He had creased his tongue and pushed the pointy end into my rectum. It was like a little dick. In and out he used it. He hummed against my ass hole. I could have enjoyed this all day, but Sgt, Motor Pool has other ideas. I heard his heavy tool belt fall and then his boots being kicked off. The next thing was the blunt end of his meaty cock knocking on my back door.
"Please, please don't put that in me. I don't want to be violated."
"Violated? You little shitty fairy, you are going to violated and yer goin' ask for more."
He moved against my ass and pushed the big head in and then just stayed quiet. I moaned in fear and slight discomfort. He kissed my back. "Now chippie, jus' calm down and take yer happy punishment. " At that he moved forward and his penis slide deeper and deeper while I howled and howled. Before I knew it, his blond wiry public hair was tickling my tender ass cheeks. I felt full, like I had to shit, but it wasn't bad. Then he wiggled a little. I moaned. "I think you like that. Ya want me to fuck you?"
"Isn't that what you're doing?"
"Naw, this is jes' gittin' into position. Now this is fucking."
He pulled back and rammed forward. My eyes rolled upwards and I began mewling half from fear but mostly from good feelings that were radiating from my treacherous ass to my half dead brain. He pulled back his hand and slapped one ass cheek. My cock leaked a little from the sensation. He put his thick lips on my ear. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you."
"Okay," I said hoarsely.
"Say fuck me and mean it otherwise I am goin' to kick you out in the mud."
I screamed out "fuck me" and fuck me he did. He pulled back, rammed forward, soon the two of us were panting like stuck pigs. I could hardly believe it but I felt my orgasm coming on. "Oh, oh."
"You feelin' good. You gonna deliver the milk boy? Do it. I'll close behind ya."
My ass began vibrating and my penis shook and grew larger. Just when my thighs locked I screamed out my cum. He could feel it and he stopped moving and began crooning and spurting.. We each emptied our balls for a long time, shaking and almost crying.
"Boy, you made me happy. When a boy makes me happy, I make him happy. Next time you need a truck, use mine. It's brand new and has this new automatic transmission."
I felt my ass leaking all the way down to the orderly room. It hurt a little, but in a nice way. I decided I better check in with Staff Sgt Robert and the Louie. The office seemed pretty dark, but there was a crack of light under the shade on the side. I got up close and peered in. There was Lt.Biff totally naked and he was sitting next to Robert. Both had hard ons and were gently stroking each other. By the flicker in the corner of the room I realized they had set up a projector and were watching fuck movies. Or stag movies as some call them.
Suddenly I realized that Biff had seen me and came up to the window and smiled. He mouthed a "come in." I went around the front and tapped on the door. He came and threw it open, still naked and still hard for all the Squadron to see if they passed. I now could see that he was half crocked and so was Robert. Robert was kind of cute being high. They greeted me warmly. Robert slurred, "Come in beauty-boy and get bare-assed. You're the duty sergeant, well we got some duties for you." They both fell into fits of laughter. I think that they may have been in a good mood, but I better not test them. If I walked out now, I would get my ass in a sling, as they say. I got undressed and walked over to them. Can you believe it, my cock started rearing up. I was hoping they were suck me again, but they had a different idea.
The Lt. Said, "Get down on your knees. You're going to suck us both."
"Both at the same time?"
"No, it's going to be a relay. You go from one to the other and see who you can get off first. Now don't refuse. You owe us. You got a promotion, you got a blowjob and I can be sure you got plowed by the motor pool sergeant. Now it's payback time."
Robert put a firm hand on my shoulder and urged me to my knees. There I was both guys hips to hip and their moist cock heads awaiting my servicing. There was no alternative. My virgin lips were going to double launched and this was the moment. Strangely spit rushed into my mouth. I even had to wipe a drool line from the corner. Robert noticed it. "Hey Biff, his mouth is watering. This is something the boy wants. Go to it."
I leaned down and took Robert's slim long cock in my mouth. Immediately he put his hand on my hair and rubbed it as if I was a good dog. I loved it. I was glad he was pleased with my performance. I just couldn't stop the drool that was wetting his cock right down to the curly pubic hair. He liked the feeling of his cock being sucked wetly.
Meanwhile I dimly heard Biff's gruff voice. "Hey newbie sergeant, if you want to keep those stripes you better get busy on my tool right now. Robert here is halfway to his cum and I am just starting. Time to even it up."
He stopped talking as my wet hot mouth engulfed his fat prick. He began a mumbo jumbo song of pleasure as I licked his cockhead rapidly and worked my way down his shaft. He was cussing like a angry sailor as I continued. I knew he was fighting not to cum yet.
Meanwhile Robert was being careful not to get himself off because he was wanking pretty hard. I left off the louie and resumed with Robert. "Oh shit Trey, I'm squeezing my ass but it's not working. I just can't seem to calm myself down. Two more sucks, then go back to Biff while I cool off."
Biff's eyes were closed and his cock was trembling. I could see he was on the verge. Just seeing me do my stuff on Robert was bringing on his orgasm. I took his vibrating tool into my mouth again. He let out a football yell from his days in the varsity. His stomach began fluttering against my forehead and he began a long, many spurt cum that I had to swallow fast. Just as his last spurt finished, Robert grabbed my head hard and pulled me onto his prick. He was already into the beginning of his orgasm and his legs were scissoring wildly. I felt as if I had a bucking horse under me. Then he started, grunting loudly with each delivery of spooge. I hung on and drank his stuff greedily. As last he finished and he sat back breathing hard, leaning again Biff who seemed equally out of it.
I got off my knees and fell back on my backside waiting for them to recover. Finally the Lieutenant reached out and took a ruler from the desk next to him. "I dub you Staff Sergeant," he said mimicking the British Court investiture.
Robert asked, "Hey did we taste different?"
"Yeah," I told him. "You New Yorker has taste of the lights on Broadway and subway gropes. You Biff still have your days of football sweat memorialized in your cum. I taste cheers and a faint note of liniment.:
I got to my feet, and dressed quickly. "Got to leave. I got sleeping kids to disturb in a few hours." They waved goodbye weakly.
As I walked back to my barracks and my beckoning bed I thought, "If I keep this up I will be promoted to company commander, maybe general."
End
If you decide to join the armed services, don't count on this kind of action. Maybe the recruiters ought to advertise: "Don't ask, don't tell-just do it!"