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I guess getting my choice of duty station was just not in the cards for me. As it turns out I am a pretty ordinary Soldier. I tended to stand out at Basic Training but never in a good way.
I was always getting in trouble for losing things and despite the fact that I am skinny and appear to be physical fit. I am terrible at physical fitness. No Heart, the Drill Sergeants used to tell me as they yelled at me for my poor performance.
Anyhow my name is Skyler Brooks and I am twenty years old and due to my limited options, I opted to join the army and Be all I could Be.
For the last twenty-something weeks I have been training to be an Army Medic at Fort Sam Houston.
My time there was fairly uneventful as I skated through graduation and was never recycled. Nobody wants to be recycled, it basically means that you start all over with day one.
In other words just like my high school teachers the Drill Instructors knew that to recycle me only meant someone would have to deal with me again. I am not a complete idiot but I do tend to forget things a lot.
Ya see when you finish training and graduate they give you a paper to fill out. The top of the form was for demographics and things of that nature. On the back of the form, there was a place to pick three duty stations you would like to have as your first assignment.
I chose #1 Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, #2 Frankfurt, Germany, #3 Fort Drum, New York. The first was a pipedream, the second was a chance to see the world, and the third, well I have never been to New York and thought it sounded cool.
You will never believe it, but when I ended up getting my orders. I was ordered to none other than Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Which could not be any further from all the choices I put on the form.
After graduating on Saturday at Fort Sam Houston I flew back to my hometown in Arkansas. Stayed a couple of days visiting my family and then packed my belongings in my truck and took off on the five-hour drive through Oklahoma to end up at Fort Sill.
After driving into Lawton, Oklahoma I decided to grab some lunch before checking in on base. I knew once I had checked in that I would be busy for a few hours getting situated.
Noticing quickly my choices were slim I pulled in and parked at What-a-burger and entered the restaurant. I ordered my standard meal of a #1 with cheese, fries, and a Dr. Pepper.
I took a seat with my number and just sat there for a few minutes thinking of all the things I would need to do after checking in on base.
After about five minutes a cute kid named Toby brought my food to my table and placed the tray down. A minute or so later Toby came back to my table to ask about ketchup, salt, and napkins.
I guess I let the cat out of the bag a bit, but yes I am bi-sexual. On the DL obviously, since this is Bill Clinton's army and "Don't ask, Don't tell" was in full swing.
For anyone who is not familiar with the United States Armed Forces in the 1990s and 2000s, the rule basically states that people are not allowed to ask if a person is gay, but if you tell them you're gay it automatically precludes you from military service.
Anyway being the new guy in town I was trying to keep my hormones in check, at least until I got settled. So I would make quick glances toward Toby as he worked his way through the lobby delivering food to people at their tables and then coming back a moment later to ask if they needed any condiments.
Watching Toby work the Lobby was keeping me quite entertained. Toby was around five foot seven inches tall and was probably 125 when wet. So basically he was a shorter version of me. Skinny and Awkward.
After the third or fourth time of me checking him out as he walked around the lobby for some reason, he looked my way. Our eyes met and locked onto each other as if the end of the world was at stake if either of us dropped our gaze.
When I realized that I was staring I immediately looked towards the floor. Which served its purpose in breaking the dear-in-the-headlights look, but it was obvious he caught me staring.
I scarfed down what remained of my food and disposed of my trash before hitting the latrine on my way out.
I strolled up the urinal and pulled my dick out and released the long-awaited stream of piss. Not sure why, but I have always thought it felt good to urinate, the way you can feel the liquid running the length of things just feels strangely good.
So I finished a few minutes later and zipped up and was washing my hands when the stall door opened.
Reflexively I looked toward the noise of the opening stall and locked eyes with the same boy who had been inadvertently teasing me for the last thirty minutes.
I know he caught me staring at him early, but he never missed a beat and was not shy or awkward like I was about it.
He asked how my meal was while washing his hands.
It was hard for me to find the words but I managed to tell him it was great.
Before reaching toward the paper towels to dry his hands Toby said "You must be new to town." I laughed and asked him how he guessed.
Toby then told me he had lived in Lawton his entire life and had seen a lot of faces come and go and that I had a face that screamed "Just out of Basic Training."
As with most guys mine and Toby's ages, assuming he is about my age, my eyes picked a terrible time to drift toward his crotch and he caught me looking.
Toby smiled as he inched closer to me where he could whisper in my ear.
"I could suck you, before you go on base, if you want?"
Just seeing his level of confidence in offering a blowjob to a stranger in a bathroom was, to say the least, odd to me.
I guess my silence was seen as an invitation to proceed to him, because he reached for my hand and led me back into the stall that he himself had just came from.
Toby immediately sank to his knees and placed his hands on the button and then the zipper of my jeans as he began to unpack my manhood.
I won't lie and say I have a huge cock, but it's an eye-pleasing seven-and-a-quarter inches of cylindrical joy.
In a matter of moments, Toby had my dick out and stiff as a board before he gave it a few quick strokes while he wet his lips a bit for the intrusion.
He started by taking just the head of my cock into his mouth before slowly sliding the remaining five inches or so in his mouth. Toby is a talented cock sucker. He took the entire length with zero trouble.
His throat felt amazing as it clenched my dick repeatedly as his gag reflex was being stretched to its limits.
Within a minute to two, I was no longer able to hold back and was barely able to advise Toby that I was about to cum. Toby crammed all of my cock in his mouth in an effort to keep me from pulling out. He was successful and swallowed every ounce of my cum.
Toby stood up and wiped his chin and lips on the back of his hand before exiting the stall and then the bathroom.
I stood there for a few minutes still trying to wrap my head around receiving a blowjob in a public restroom by a complete stranger. But I needed it. It had been far too long since I busted a nut. Minus the many times a day I had been jacking off over the past week since graduating from Medic Training.
A couple of minutes later I was driving the few miles to the base. It really didn't take that long to get through the gate. I was even able to get my driving pass for base taken care of at the same time.
The next stop was at billeting so I could get a barracks assignment and start moving in. I guess you could say I got lucky with my room. Both occupants moved out a week ago and I would have the room to myself for the foreseeable future.
The barracks were set up pretty nicely. Not like the basic training sleeping quarters, which consisted of long rooms lined with single bunks, wall lockers and a small square box at the foot of the bed. There were basically two bedrooms that were joined by a small common area with a fridge and microwave and a bathroom.
Having private bathrooms was a double-edged sword. At one point I could shit without an audience, but checking out other guys was obviously not going to happen.
I liked the bathrooms at Basic Training where it was a 15-foot by 15-foot room with multiple shower heads lining each of its three walls. I never did anything sexual in those showers but I sure stole glances at lots of dicks.
When I checked in with my Command I was asked to go and get settled into my barracks and someone would be around to welcome me to the Unit sometime around 1600 hrs.
As ordered I carried all of my belongings up to my room which was on the second floor. I didn't have much really. Five cardboard boxes and a couple of trash bags with civilian clothes. Since I was living in the barracks there was no need for furniture as all of the rooms were fully furnished and really wouldn't have space for anything extra.
At 1559 hrs on the head a knock came at my door. I figured it would be my new boss because the person even seemed to knock with a sense of authority about him.
After opening the door a man named SFC Elliot was standing there along with 2Lt Austin and another younger guy named PFC Johnston. All three were wearing their Multicam uniforms and looking very professional. I invited them into my room and we all shook hands and introduced ourselves.
SFC Elliot and 2Lt Austin both seemed really nice but I could also tell they had a very high standard in their platoon. They were both built like the proverbial brick shit house. The two men also had an air about them that made them seem close and almost able to know each other's thoughts. I am not saying they seemed like a couple but just more of a team or a well-oiled machine working perfectly.
PFC Johnston was to be my new battle buddy for the next few days to make sure I found my way around Fort Sill and my new Unit.
After our brief introductions, I was handed a packet that was supposed to contain all the needed information concerning the base and my new Unit. There were numbers and emails for me to contact if I needed anything as well as even shopping suggestions.
It was actually nice to not be welcomed with a shark attack and knowing the next few hours would be hell. That was how my introduction to Basic Training was.
My new Platoon Leader and Platoon Sergeant were only there for introductions and then had a few things to take care of and needed to leave.
PFC Johnston stayed around and he and I were able to talk. He and I actually do have a lot of things in common. We both love computer games like World of Warcraft and have even dabbled in board games like Dungeons and Dragons.
At a few minutes after 1700 hrs Tyler, my new friend who is otherwise known as PFC Johnston, and I decided we should get some food.
We meandered our way to the mess hall that just so happens to be just down the street from my new barracks.
In one area of the mess hall, they were serving burgers and hotdogs and on another line, there was Veal Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn. The mess hall was amazing, they had a desert area and even an ice cream bar with more than fifteen flavors to choose from.
After our evening meal, Tyler left and headed back to his room which was just down the hall from mine.
For the first time in a few hours, my mind whirled around to thoughts of my What-a-Burger blow job. Toby would go in my book as an expert cock sucker and I hoped I could get some more of that sometimes. Since I failed to get his number I would need to stop in a few times to see if I could run into him again.
Since I arrived on a Friday and the unit had the next few days off I just hung out and organized my new home and got caught up on some much-needed masturbation. I bet I jerked off three times a day for the entire weekend.
Sunday morning I received a text from my Platoon Leader and Platoon Sergeant.
Pvt Brooks, the unit commander Cpt. Jennings has asked if he would be able to stop by and say hello today. The Captain likes to touch base and visit with new Soldiers before the up at the company area. He said he needed to run his son to work at noon and would like to stop by your room on his way. Will that be okay?
In an effort to appear like a go-getter, I instantly replied that it would be okay.
Right on time my new commander Cpt. Jennings knocked on the door. I answered the door and he immediately put his hand out and welcomed me to the unit.
I thought it was pretty cool for my new commander to personally welcome me into the unit.
The feeling of joy from being personally welcomed faded fast when Cpt. Jennings entered my room with his son walked in behind him.
I locked eyes with his son who ended up being none other than Toby from the What-a-burger.
Like professionals of deception we moved through the minefield of the potential hazards that come along with getting head from your new commander's oldest son eighteen-year-old Toby Jennings, the two of us were experts at not letting it be known how well we had already become acquainted.
After the two had been at my new home for a few minutes Cpt. Jennings asked, "Do you mind if I use your restroom?"
Once he was in the room Toby grabbed a pen on my desk and wrote his number on a piece of loose paper and then slid it under the keyboard of my computer.
Well, this solves the problem of how I could get in touch with Toby. God only knows how I will solve the problem of him being my new commander's adult son.
I guess at the end of the day I now know where I can go to get a good BJ with my dinner. Since Toby is on his way to work now it's easy to believe he will be working for the next few hours.
I think I am feeling What-a-burger for dinner.
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