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Wanker's Story:
I still couldn't think of why Sarge singled me out. We'd just gotten back from the field, tired and muddy. It was dark out, but it gets dark early in November at this latitude. At least that's what was explained to me when I asked Bootlicker a couple weeks ago. There was something about the tilt of the earth, position around the sun, blah blah blah, something, something hemisphere seasons and rotating. Bootlicker had all the answers. I couldn't remember jack shit. But as Sarge said, grunts don't think, they get shit done. Bootlicker could have just said "because it gets dark " and that would have been enough. But fucking no, he had to pull out his brain and write a fucking book. Like anyone needed a brain in the Army. Follow me, that's all we needed to hear.
Standing at attention waiting for who knows what left my mind time to wander. Sarge didn't say a thing. He stood six feet away, behind me. No one else was there, but it was obvious we were waiting for someone else.
"Don't even breathe, Private Sendahl. Don't you fucking move. Tell the truth, and maybe I can find a way to keep you in your unit. You DO NOT want to go where they send troublemakers." Sarge growled in a whisper behind me.
At that moment, the lieutenant walked in from the door across from us.
I executed my very best salute, hoping it passed muster with Sarge.
"At ease, Sergeant." Having not been released, I remained at attention.
The lieutenant sighed. "Well I didn't need this headache after the stunt you pulled with the Bravos, Sarge. No gear, no equipment? And you knew it was going to rain. Anyway, it's been dealt with. This childish bullshit though? This went beyond a simple prank. I get it, we compete with Alpha, Charlie and Delta. I look the other way, as do the other lieutenants. For most of it. We got lucky that Sergeant Horvath came to me. Rather than take it up the chain." The lieutenant's dark eyes stared at Sarge, then examined me.
"He's the one?" He asked.
"Yes sir." Sarge replied.
The lieutenant paused. I could feel him sizing me up. 5'10", 165 pounds, mostly muscle but I loved chips and donuts. Definitely in shape, I had nothing to be ashamed about. I could even see a couple abs if I flexed them. Brown hair in a regulation buzz cut, nothing extreme like the high and tight some guys wore, just short enough to not have to do anything with it. Demon liked his hair crazy, I just wanted to forget mine was there. I had other things to worry about, like the pranks I loved to commit.
I slowly put it all together as lieutenant let the silence smother us all. Oooooohh, the drama. It was lost on me. I was trying to crank up my moronic brain to figure out what I was in trouble for. In my defense, it could have been, like, six things. I was really busy.
But hearing Sergeant Horvath's name, and a prank gone too far, it pointed to just one. Sergeant Charlie told the lieutenant what I did to Charlie's shampoo in their showers. Still, I think they were overreacting. We called all the sergeants by their platoon designation. Charlie had four, we had four, the Alphas had three and the Deltas had four. Sergeant Horvath was one of the four Sergeant Charlies.
"Well, Private. Explain yourself." The lieutenant ordered.
"Sir. I replaced the shampoo with contact adhesive, sir."
Did I see a grin starting? Nope. It disappeared. Back to Officer Angry-with-my-bullshit. Lieutenant Disappointed-with-my-childish-actions.
"Do you consider your actions well thought out?" He asked.
That stumped me. Was it a trap? I mean, of course I thought it out, I didn't guess what to put in there, how to sneak into their showers, how mad they were going to be. I thought about it a lot. In fact, it gave me something to laugh about while I shivered in the cold rainy mud all last week. I thought about it probably a hundred times. That pretty much defined `well thought out' in my head.
"Uh, yes sir? I planned it all out, executed my mission, and I guess since I'm here , the results were successful. I guess my answer is yes."
"NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!" The lieutenant yelled. I flinched. "He turned to Sarge, who I couldn't see. "Is he truly that brilliant AND stupid?
"Sir, I believe he's just stupid." Sarge the rat bastard replied. I was honest. He told me to be honest. So, honest equals stupid. Lesson learned, oh great Army command! You'd think by now I would have learned you should NEVER give your honest assessment to a superior, unless you were in battle. "Don't you love digging that latrine, Private?" An honest answer gets you a week of latrine duty. So you yell "I LOVE digging latrines for the Army, Sarge!"
The lieutenant shifted back to me. "I'm going to let the Sergeant explain every boneheaded mistake you made. Not that it's likely to make it into that dense bowling ball you carry around on your shoulders. And he gets to decide what to do with you. Dismissed."
I followed Sarge in silence. My Sarge, Sergeant Walters, wasn't that much taller than me, but he was built like a brick shithouse. He probably weighed 185 or 190. He looked like he could break me into pieces. Wide, bulky shoulders tapered down to a 30 inch waist, then ballooned out to a meaty solid ass before thickening into beast like thighs and calves. His BDUs bloused perfectly at the top of his size 11 boots. Of course Sarge did everything we did in PT, but he also hit the gym twice a day. I'd seen him there on the few occasions I went myself . I couldn't imagine how much he had to eat to maintain that level of physicality, but it had to be at least twice as much as me, but without the donuts and other garbage. He marched in that precise, measured stride that all soldiers eventually adopted, each step the same length, the same timing, only it wasn't a stiff parade march, just a casual stroll. He probably had a favorite marching cadence that played constantly in his head. The man seemed to eat, breathe and sleep Army. I wondered which cadence. Most likely one about how the Army was all a soldier needed to be happy. Definitely not a fun one about finding pussy.
Whatever disciplinary consequences he was going to dole out, it wasn't going to be in the Sergeant's block. So... unofficial punishment? See, I wasn't as stupid as he thought. I congratulated myself with a self satisfied look on my face.
As if he could see my face from 6 paces ahead of me, he growled "wipe that FUCKING grin off that ugly mug, Private!" He led me to another building on the post, one I hadn't been permitted to enter before now.
We got to a small room just large enough for a desk and filing cabinet. He closed the door behind him.
I stood there off to the side and he came around to lean his ass against the military issue desk, your basic gun metal gray rectangular block of metal.
"You're not going to like this Private. But we have to do it. It's going to keep you with your unit. Do you want to stay with your unit?"
I gulped. I guess it just hit me that I was in bigger trouble than I figured. "Yes Sergeant, I want to stay."
"Then you're going to have to take this like a man. You pissed off both the right guy, and the wrong one. See, Horvath was willing to keep this from going up the chain, which means you have an out. But you have to choose to take it. In your career with the Army, you'll have many choices like this... well, not exactly like this, but we don't always want to send things up the chain. It causes a mess. It brings investigations. It means paperwork and hearings and meetings with officers. It means black marks on your record. ". Sarge sighed. His voice became less intense, almost caring. "We could have looked the other way for all of this. I have to admit, contact adhesive... those Charlies had to shave their heads. I admire how diabolical that was." He chuckled, crossing his arms, which made his pecs bulge into massive hills. His smile dropped. "Mistake one: you didn't recon to detect surveillance. There are cameras inside and outside every barracks. Mistake two: you didn't camouflage your appearance, and made yourself easily identifiable. Mistake three: you used military resources without authorization - the contact adhesive you took from maintenance, again without avoiding surveillance or employing camouflage. Those three things, we could have overlooked or at least turned into a minor infraction. But mistake four: the damage to the shampoo dispensers resulting in destruction of Army property... that's taken very seriously.
Do you understand, Private?"
"I do, Sergeant." I said in a weak voice. "What's going to happen?" I was starting to get scared. It was just a prank, but Sarge was right. In my rush to prank the Charlies, I forgot my training. I KNEW all that shit. Although my unit wasn't limited to recon, we were still taught not to move without proper intelligence, revise the plan and mission accordingly, and most of all cause ONLY the damage necessary to accomplish the mission. We weren't artillery, just letting the shells fly, blowing shit up.
"Pain. Humiliation. And hopefully a lesson learned." Sarge explained. He sighed again. "Drop your drawers Private, and lean over the desk, chest flat, legs spread."
I froze for a second, then went on automatic. I took off my trousers and boxers, feeling scrawny next to Sarge's fit muscles.
"I have to ask, Sendahl. Have you ever had anything up your ass?"
"No Sarge, I'm not gay." I said, slightly offended.
"I'm not asking if you're gay. You know I'm not allowed to ask that. Plenty of straight guys like getting their asses played with, sticking things up there, a girlfriend's finger during a blowjob, their own finger when jacking off, vibrators, lots of stuff. No shame in that. No shame in being gay, either. I know a few gay soldiers. Good men, tough, dedicated. Know some lesbian soldiers too, and I can tell you now the Army, Marines and Navy have seen both gay and lesbian soldiers serve with honor, valor, bravery and distinction throughout our history. But I'm not asking if you're gay. I'm saying what's coming next would be easier if you were. Now, you have to choose. Horvath is going to come in here and fuck you in the ass. That's the punishment he chose to make you serve. It will hurt like hell, but I can do something to make it not as painful. I can't do anything about Horvath's huge dick, but I can break you in before he gets here. He won't be gentle, but I will. And hopefully you'll be able to walk out of here on your own legs. But it's up to you. Either you take your punishment from Horvath, or we send this up the chain. What will it be?"
I'd heard nightmares about guys getting raped, how their assholes got torn up, their insides ruptured. I doubted Sarge and Horvath would do that to me deliberately, a soldier with an obviously raped ass would start an investigation that would make shampoo dispensers a joke. But it didn't mean it couldn't happen by accident. I had a choice, but it didn't feel like a choice at all. Still, my training told me the more you accepted something disagreeable, the easier it was to complete the task. Running five miles was easier if you didn't focus on the pain, but reminded yourself what you were getting out of it, becoming stronger.
I looked Sarge in the eye. "I'm sorry I fucked up, Sarge. Thanks for finding a way out of this for me. I'll take my punishment."
Sarge looked a little sad at first, which I appreciated. I felt better for the sympathy. Then he said "what's pain, solder?"
"Pain is what we eat for breakfast Sarge!" I barked back automatically.
"Alright. I will let you in on a secret. This probably won't be your only time taking it up the ass in the Army. So relax, it doesn't mean anything, or change who you are. It doesn't mean you're gay, or going to turn gay. I'm not gay, but I've taken it up the ass more than a few times for my brothers. "
"Really? You?" In my surprise I forgot his address.
He just raised one eyebrow, shrugged, then grunted. "On your knees, Sendahl." He said, unbuckling his belt. " I'm not going to be able to do this without some help. And you absolutely don't want Horvath to be the first one in there."
I knelt in front of Sarge, watching him unzip and peel down his combat uniform pants and underwear. The tails of his shirt hung over his crotch, and he pulled it up, exposing his soft dick and hanging balls. His junk was shaved completely smooth, which wasn't too much of a surprise. More and more guys were trimming or shaving completely. His set looked hefty, thick, and manly, even soft he hung about four or five inches. He began unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it and laid it out on the desk behind him. "Better get started. Take my dick in your mouth, get me hard." He commanded.
I scooted closer. I could smell the week of sweat and musk coming off his crotch. His meaty thighs pressed together and pushed his cock forward, his large nutsack supporting it. I could see his balls moving inside his sack. The smell wasn't a turnoff, just reminded me of how all the guys smelled after a workout or hard duty, even myself. I closed my eyes and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. The first cock I had ever sucked. I'm not going to lie, I always admired Sarge, kind of worshipped him, his dedication, how he could be an asshole but always with the goal of making us better soldiers. He was tough, but fair. He looked out for our unit, saw to it that we were pushed past our limits but never too far. Something about thinking of him that way clicked my brain over from having to do something distasteful to trying to do my best. If that meant sucking his dick, I wanted to do it right. I pulled it all the way into my mouth and sucked.
"There you go, that's right. Press your nose up against my crotch." He told me. "Don't suck hard, that's not the trick. Just a little suction. That's it, you're doing great, Sendahl. Now swirl your tongue around."
I could feel his shaft getting fuller, harder, more solid in my mouth. I thought I tasted a tangy flavor, just a little. I wondered what that was.
"Good, now slowly back it out, but not all the way. Then go back down. Slow. Gentle. Use your tongue. That's it. Reach up and play with my balls."
I was grateful for his instructions. I had no idea how to suck dick. I promised myself to remember what he was saying so I could use it with the girls I hooked up with. I almost laughed at the thought that giving a blowjob was going to get me better blowjobs for myself later.
"Don't swallow all your saliva, your spit makes it feel better. A sloppy blowjob is the best kind. Keep moving."
I placed my other hand on his upper thigh, unconsciously rubbing up to his stomach to feel his hard abs, then coming back down to his pubic area to feel the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I suddenly wanted my eyes open. This wasn't as bad as I thought. His scent was making me a little dizzy, the humid heat of his powerful thighs hitting me in the face. His cock continued to grow every time I tried to get down to the base, which was just not possible anymore as he was too big and was starting to hit my throat, making me gag and choke.
`Take it out and give it a couple strokes with your hand. There ya go."
I finally saw what I was dealing with. My first up close hard dick. A small string of spit bridged out from the thick head of his cock to my lips. He was about 7 to 8 inches long, so far, almost fully hard. I watched it as I stroked him, my other hand still fondling his big nuts. They reminded me of Sleeper's nuts, hanging a good five inches down, loose and full. I wished my balls were like his. There was just something masculine about big nuts.
"Keep stroking, and lick my nuts. Take them in your mouth, but just one at a time. You won't be able to get both in at the same time."
I did as he ordered, letting my tongue run over his sack. The musky smell was stronger, the taste of old sweat kind of pleasant. I cleaned his entire scrotum with my tongue first, suddenly wanting to lap up that manly flavor I now associated with strength, power, authority, protection... and brotherhood. It was amazing. I had always thought dick was gross. That balls were funny, but nasty. But Sarge's balls were symbols of male potency. Trophies of masculine power. Orbs of confidence and strength.
That was the moment I knew it wasn't going to be the only dick I ever sucked. That I wanted to smell that smell again, taste that male specific flavor. Feel that heat only a man's crotch put out. Because of his nuts.
I sucked his right nut inside my lips, past my teeth and found I wanted to swallow it whole. But they weren't the size of walnuts, or small plums like most guys. Like Sleeper's nuts, Sarge's testicles were each the size of a healthy lime. I wanted them in my throat, I wanted to choke on them, each one. He was right, I'd never get them both in my mouth at the same time. But I wasn't a quitter. And I wanted that, NEEDED that, needed to feel their firm softness filling my entire mouth.
Positioned like I was, I looked up at Sarge past my hand still stroking his now hard, spit soaked dick, who was looking down at me with a pleased grin.
"You like my nuts, Sendahl?" He asked with genuine curiosity.
I let his right nut go from my suction, tightening my lips around it and tugging on it with my mouth as it passed through. "Fuck. They're fantastic. And the way they smell and taste. I never thought a guy's nuts would be like this."
And then I opened as wide as I could and stuffed both of them into my mouth, knowing I had to do it, I had to get all of them inside me. God, they were warm. I couldn't even close my mouth, just had to jam my tongue in and around them without letting my teeth close.
I heard Sarge groan. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk, soldier. Close your mouth a little, put some pressure on those beauties."
I did as ordered. I had to try to swallow, my mouth was filling with so much saliva I was going to drown myself on his incredible balls. I tried to bring my lips together around his upper sack, still keeping my teeth open. It wasn't easy. I almost could, but didn't want to hurt his most sensitive tools of manhood.
"More." He gasped. I could tell he was loving what it was doing.
I decided to try to swallow. I let my throat open to drain the copious saliva, and one of his nuts went down. I almost choked, but I reflexively clamped my mouth down on his second nut, pressing my lips to the loose velvety skin of his upper nutsack. I gulped, kept gulping to get his nut to pass through my throat. I fucking lost my mind. My gripping throat was yanking his nuts, like a seal yakking down fish.
"Fuck YES! Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!" Sarge panted. He stopped my hand stroking his dick. "Easy. Easy on my dick. Don't make me shoot. How the fuck are you doing that?" He removed my hand, then opened his thighs to straddle my head, letting his hard dick rest on my forehead. "Stay there as long as you can breathe, kid. Fuck, no one has ever done that. "
My chin was now nestled up against his taint. I was still gulping, pulling his nut in my throat that wouldn't descend further. I was amazed I wasn't choking or gagging. It was just this firm globe stretching my throat just past my tonsils, but in spite of its size it felt good back there. My tongue and palate caressed and sucked the heady, musky flavor of his other nut, which felt like it fit perfectly in my mouth now. As I gulped, my chin rubbed across Sarge's taint, and I could feel him pressing down into me, grinding the tender area into my chin. I kept it up for ten more seconds, but I had to breathe. Expelling those gorgeous orbs took a little care, so my teeth didn't scrape them or tear skin. As they came free, his cock spasmed on my forehead, then trailed down between my eyes and across my cheek, leaving a thick trail of precum on its way.
"Shit, that was amazing." Sarge said, running his big paw across my buzz cut. "Get up on the desk, lay back on your back." He pointed me to where he'd laid out his uniform and undershirt. I was glad I didn't have to lay on the cold bare metal of the desk.
"Lift your legs. We have to get you loosened up. Horvath will be here at 21:30. That gives me 15 minutes to get you ready to take the pounding he's going to give you."
I did as he instructed, finding that laying on the warmth of his uniform calmed my nerves. I smelled him coming off the fabric. His scent familiar to me now, a smell I would never forget. In later years, I'd occasionally get a whiff of that scent from some other man around me, and my mind would instantly flash back to this moment. I'd look to see if he was near, my heart speeding up involuntarily, but knew that was impossible. He'd changed something in me. Whatever nightmare was about to happen, it was okay because my Sarge was there.
I held my knees up to my chest, exposing my virgin hole. I decided that if I was going to get my cherry popped, Sarge was the only man I wanted to do it. I trusted him completely. He was doing this to protect me, save me from further pain and humiliation. I didn't even care if he got something out of it. In fact I hoped he enjoyed it. Sick, I know. But you have to be in that situation, with a man like Sarge, to understand.
I looked at him moving around to come up to my open asscheeks. I didn't feel ashamed having another dude looking at my asshole. Whatever he needed to do, I fully accepted it. I was even a little curious how he would feel. I knew the heat of him, that warmth radiating off his huge body. It was too cold for us to be sweating, so his skin wasn't shining, just completely smooth from his neck to his knees. I don't know if he shaved his body too, but it made sense that he would. A muscle bulged on every part of him, big, solid pecs, rounded heavy shoulders, biceps that bunched up with every arm movement. You could tell his hair was blonde, its short clip reflecting the overhead lights. I breathed deeply and laid my head back on his uniform.
I felt some warm drops of liquid going down my ass and running across my hole. I twitched.
"Just a little lubricant, kid. Relax. Breathe. I got you. "
I did just that. But needed something more. I was afraid to ask, but more afraid not to. "Sarge. I need your smell. I'm sorry, I don't want to be a pussy. But it relaxes me." Knowing almost everything was under my back meant his underwear was the only article left. "Can... can I have..."
"It's okay, kid. This is going to be difficult. Just ask. No shame, remember."
I could have cried at the tenderness in his voice. "Your underwear. I need to smell you." I felt his fingers leave the area around my hole.
"Here you go. You want them on your face? Might be better that way so you can't see anyway." He held his boxer briefs up. They were black, Hanes.
Good, I thought. The more they hugged his beautiful nuts the better. I wanted them in my mouth again, but his shorts would work just fine for smell, especially if he'd worn them for a long time. I nodded.
"You sure? I've worn them all week, didn't have a chance to change into new ones before this." Again, concern for me filled his voice.
"I'm sure. The stronger the better. You smell good."
Sarge chuckled. "It's your funeral, kid. I hope they don't make you pass out." He bunched the up and pressed them to my face, holding them down onto my mouth and nose. "Breathe deep, I'm getting a finger in."
I sucked in the overwhelming odor of unwashed balls, his natural and specific mix of testosterone, sweat, hormones, and what I recognized as the slight tinge of dried piss and cum. His cum. From his balls. His incredible nuts. I wanted to suck the juices out of those Hanes boxer briefs. I wished I could. I felt my dick stir, just a little.
"You okay, kid? Still with me? You're doing great."
I hadn't even realized he'd inserted two fingers in my tight nineteen year old ass. I initially went to clamp down, but instantly realized from the sharp pain that doing that was a mistake. I nodded and grunted an affirmative.
"Good job soldier. We'll get you there." His large fingers moved around, gently massaging me from the inside while pressing and rubbing the outside of my sphincter with his other fingers. It didn't feel all that terrible. My dick filled out another inch. "Another breath. Let my shorts take your mind off of what I'm doing." He didn't judge, didn't say it cruelly. He actually sounded like he understood why I liked it.
I breathed, and decided to get the fabric in my mouth. I pulled it in with my lips and teeth and ran my tongue over the material, and tasted a saltiness that made my mouth water. The flavor was intoxicating, knowing it was made by Sarge's own body. I lost myself in savoring it, knowing I was moaning softly.
"Well done, kid. I'm in. The hard part is over."
I reached up to move his underwear away from my eyes, refusing to take them away from my nose and mouth. Sarge was now pressed up against my ass, I couldn't see his dick at all. God, he was burning hot against my ass. How could he put out so much heat? It felt good. His huge body stood above me, a gentle smile playing across his face.
"I guess you like my shorts too? Glad they could help. It was like you didn't even know what I was doing, you were so relaxed I slid right in, right to the balls."
"You're in me? All the way in me?" I asked, muffled by his underwear on my mouth.
"Oh yeah, and you feel pretty good in there. Now, I'm going to start slow, and it will be uncomfortable, but just keep doing what you're doing. Then I'll speed up. "
"Okay , Sarge. Do it. Fuck me. Open me up." I knew the point was so that Sergeant Charlie didn't injure me, and that maybe I wouldn't be in any pain. I was glad I missed the exact moment Sarge popped my cherry. I didn't want to know that. But I would remember his fuck. The only fuck I've ever had that made me think about being gay.
His hard shaft pulled out slightly, then moved back in, so slow, so gentle, just easing in and out. I sucked more on his boxer briefs, moving them around so I could find the exact spot where the head of his dick sat pressed against his balls. I wanted the piece that was the most fully saturated with his musk. I inhaled it, drank it up while my head spun. I found it erotic and satisfying while driving a hunger I couldn't describe. More, I wanted more.
"There you go, kid. You feel amazing. So relaxed . You are taking all of me, so easily. Your ass feels amazing grabbing onto my dick. That's it, it's okay to enjoy it. No shame. Take your Sarge's cock."
I let out a long, deep moan. It did feel good, stroking so deep inside of me, his thickness stretching my hole with every plunge. I relaxed my legs, letting my knees drop to either side of my chest. I wanted him deeper, wanted my ass open as much as I could manage to get him in. Just that small adjustment created a new feeling, I could sense every inch of his full manhood sliding in and out of me. It sent me to another place. I could feel those low hanging limes hitting my ass as he shoved into me, every stroke going all 8 inches from his head to the base, which felt even thicker than the rest of his shaft. All the way out. All the way back in, bottoming out every time with a little more force.
Sarge watched me moan, saw my eyes travel across his sturdy muscles. "Touch me if you want. Do you want to feel my body while I fuck your tight grunt hole? "
I realized I did. I wanted to feel how he flexed with every thrust. I wanted to feel the animal hunt, attack, and feed. I reached up and grabbed ahold of his left pec, feeling its solidity, its sheer size that dwarfed my average hand. I grabbed and massaged, noticing how it tightened up on his downstroke, then relaxed on his withdrawal. His rhythm didn't vary, still slow and even as he plunged his hard cock into my hole again and again. I suddenly wanted to feel his ass while he thrusted, knowing that was where his power originated for every stroke inside me. I moved both hands down his stomach, tracing every single abdominal muscle as they tightened and released. No fat, just skin over muscle. I suddenly thought of Zeus, our God, and wondered if he looked like this. He probably looked better, if that were possible.
I reached Sarge's hips, caressing them, feeling the bones of his pelvis, only a little harder and more solid than his muscles. My hands traveled around to his big, firm ass, so solid just like the rest of him. His glutes squeezed and relaxed, matching his pistoling cock. I unconsciously flexed my ass as he did, and Sarge gasped.
"Yeah, I could feel that." He said. "If you want to drive your buddy crazy, just do that on his dick. It feels amazing. Try it again."
I did. I tried to gauge when it affected Sarge the most. I waited until his head pulled almost all the way out, then flexed on it so his dick had to force its way back in. It didn't even hurt, but the grunt from Sarge told me that was a good feeling. I did that a few times, using my hands on his ass to pull him into me harder every time. By now I had lost any inhibitions, I grunted and moaned whenever his thick cock hit me just right.
"There it is. It feels good if you allow yourself to enjoy it." Sarge said. "Best you don't tighten down with Horvath, not this time. Just open up as much as you can, let him do his thing. God knows that's what I do when he wants it. You'll feel like a train is running up your shit tunnel, but he won't take long. Horvath likes a quick violent bang. He'll take you from behind, he thinks looking at who he fucks is too intimate. Which brings me to how I like to end things."
Sarge bent over, removing his now soaked underwear from my mouth. He smiled. "Looks like I'll have to refill these for you. I think you sucked them clean. "
I gazed up into his ice blue eyes. I never noticed before how kind and soulful they were. His blonde eyebrows could hardly be seen, so light and thin as they were. His tanned face was clean shaven, his nose straight and not too large. It felt so strange studying the face of a guy who was shoving his dick in and out of my ass. My ass that I never thought would take a cock. My ass that I never thought would ENJOY taking a cock. I figured at that moment, it all depended on who was doing the fucking. I suddenly felt very lucky, very happy to expose my vulnerability. To this man, who was so kind, gentle, understanding and accepting.
He must have seen the look on my face, the thankfulness in my eyes. "Aww, kid. I knew you had it in you. That feeling you're having? That's your love for your fellow brother. That's why we do what we do out there. That's why we sacrifice ourselves, why we'd step in front of any grenade, take any bullet for them. That's what all of this means. That there's nothing we wouldn't do if they asked, if they were in need. I love you, brother."
"I love you brother." I repeated. And then Sarge kissed me. A deep, searching kiss full of passion and need, love and understanding. Our tongues fought as he increased the pace of his strokes. But he always gave an extra hard shove when he bottomed out. I was kissing him furiously by now, wanting every part of him inside me. I was moaning like a whore. My entire body was on fire, willing him to fuck into me harder, deeper, more violently. And he didn't disappoint. I could feel his passion increase, his thrusts become desperate. His cock felt like it was growing inside my ass, which pushed me into a frenzy.
"Fuck me Sarge. Fuck me deep. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Please! " I begged. I was still grabbing onto his rock hard ass, violently pulling him. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get even more leverage.
"Yeah brother, I got you. I'm going to give you a fucking you're never going to forget. I'm going to destroy your hole with my big dick. You want that? You want me to shoot my load inside you? You want my seed deep?" He said the words into my open mouth, punctuating them with his wide soft tongue. He bit my lip, nibbled on my tongue, slobbered all over my mouth, his saliva driving me insane as I tasted that part of him.
"Fuck yes, Sarge! Use my ass like a pussy, fuck your cum inside me. Fuck it as deep as you can get it. I want it all." I didn't care what was coming out of my mouth.
Sarge growled deep, "Yeah, your tight virgin grunt hole is gonna get filled up, buddy. I'm gonna take your cherry like a man. My little swimmers are going to flood your cunt. Your tight grunt hole is milking my fucking cock. Do that thing. Grab onto that dick you love and stroke it with your sweet little hole."
I didn't hesitate. I started flexing my ass, and oh my God it felt so good. My arms were around his neck, my ankles and heels pressing on his ass with every thrust. He was plowing me like an animal, a huge sweating, mindless beast. His sweat, the scent it created on his skin pushed me over the edge.
"Oh fuck, oh shit oh fuckfuckfuck" my dick started shooting cum up between us, his abs crushing my cock and balls. My nuts were practically inside my abdomen they were drawn up so tight. I spasmed every time his pole bottomed out, I lost count how many times I squirted.
Halfway through my own incredible orgasm, Sarge grunted loud and deep. "Here it comes, kid. Take my load." Then he speared his engorged cock deeper than he'd been before, let out a primal groan, threw his head back and his dick began throbbing and pulsing as he shot his heavy thick cum deep inside my guts. He pulled back once, and did the whole thing again, shoving his dick as deep as he could go. Once more , he repeated the shove, the groan, the throbbing. By the third one I was done cumming myself, so I could feel the spurts of his dick. He was pouring his seed inside me. That seed he made in his beautiful nuts, just this fuck, just for me.
When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, finding my mouth with his. The kiss he gave me was tender, generous, soft and gentle.
"Mmmmmm, nothing like that feeling. Brother to brother. Giving each other a piece of ourselves. Taking away the pain." Sarge mumbled. "Fuck! I love it every time!" He looked at me and smiled. "You're a hot fuck, grunt. How was that? You okay?"
I stared up at Sarge. I couldn't believe it could feel that good. "That was amazing! I came without touching myself. I didn't know you could cum with a huge dick fucking your ass, by HAVING a huge dick fucking you. Holy fuck Sarge!"
Sarge chuckled. "The smaller ones are fun too, if they're used right. But don't worry, you're not going to get all dick hungry. At least I don't think so. You don't seem the type."
"I don't know, Sarge. I don't WANT to get fucked again, but I kinda want to get fucked again."
I watched Sarge stand up, his cock still buried inside me, not softening at all. He looked down at my stomach and chest, then at his stomach, both smeared with my unintentional load. He swiped a big puddle with his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking my sperm off, licking them clean.
"Not bad, kid." He took another swipe, gathering more, and sucked it off his fingers too. "You surprised? Don't be. Your brother's seed is precious. Some guys don't care for it, but I feel you honor your brother by taking his seed. Besides, yours tastes pretty good." With that he leaned forward and licked my stomach clean. Slurping along, he came to my now soft dick, moving it into his mouth to clean it off. "Thanks kid." He said after he finished. "I'm glad you enjoyed this. I wanted your first time to be good, to show you what it COULD be. You probably won't enjoy Horvath quite as much, but who knows? It won't feel bad or hurt if you allow yourself to enjoy it. That's really the key."
As if Sergeant Charlie had a hidden signal, he walked in the door. He was so fast, I didn't have a chance to jump or cover myself. Besides, Sarge didn't move, letting his hands stroke my torso lazily. I was so relaxed I found I didn't care. I just knew I didn't want Sarge to take his hard dick out of my ass. But you don't get what you want in the Army.
"He broken in Walters?" Sergeant Charlie asked. I expected him to be angry, or at least gruff and sour. But instead he seemed like he was in a good mood. What the fuck? I couldn't figure these Segeants out.
"Yep Horvath. I gave him the good. Now you gotta give him the bad." Sarge said.
"You know I hate being the bad guy, Walters." Sergeant Charlie complained. "Just once I'd like to be the good guy."
Sarge chuckled. "You know you can't be the one to take a virgin grunt hole, Paul. You're way too big. It never works. You need an assist? The kid's got a great mouth, but he's too green to manage your horse dick."
Horvath nodded and unbuckled his belt. "Yeah. Just get me hard