Drill Sergeant gets Drilled Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you.
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Drill Sergeant gets Drilled
Sergeant Blakely was finishing up his last push-ups of his lunchtime workout. The sweat dripped down his massive hairy torso, beads falling off his round, quartersized man nipples onto the floor, rivulets traveling down his big hard belly to disappear into the waistband of his white boxers. With each push his back flared in almost grotesque musculature. From the waist up, Sarge was an animal on fire, straining his muscles, flexing, shaking and grunting as he pumped out his 200th push-up of the set. Below, the waist, he held perfectly still, tightening his leg muscles and using his rigid lower body as a pivot for his motions.
Robert Blakely had been a linebacker during college and if anything he was fitter and bigger now that he was 36. At 5'11", he didn't tower over the other men in the service, but his muscles were huge - big, thick cords of muscle that filled out his whole physique.
He barely had finished the last one when the phone rang. Slowly, Sarge stood up, his sweaty skin shimmering in the glow of the afternoon sun filtering in through the blinds, making his pumped muscles seem even more rounded and imposing. Casually rubbing the slight soreness in his chest and arms, he sauntered over to the phone to answer.
"Sergeant Blakely speaking," he said gruffly into the receiver.
"Sergeant," the voice on the other end said. "Lieutenant Masterson here. Need you in my quarters at 1300 hours."
"Yes sir, Lieutenant. Anything in particulary, sir?"
"Just need to run over the weekly business, Sergeant."
"Yes sir. Is that all for now, sir?"
"Yes sergeant. See you soon."
"Good bye, sir."
He hung up the phone and picked up a fresh bleached-white T-shirt. He pulled the thin cotton over his head and yanked it down over his massive torso, stretching the material taut against his large pectoral muscles and belly. Without thought, he reached down with his right hand and cupped his crotch. His dick was fully soft, but even soft it formed a sizeable mound in the boxer shorts. Absently, Sarge half-fondled himself and half adjusted his large package to the right, while his left hand reached down to where he'd left his regulation green trousers folded neatly across the back of his chair. He started to pull them on and as always remembered how tight they were. Jesus, Sarge thought, it's about time I got fitted for a new uniform. The straight legs of the pants still flared below his knees, bunching out only at the melon-sized balls of calf-muscles. But above the knees, the material clung tight to Sarge's thick and powerful thighs. He had to use his hand to push the material of the boxers flat against his hairy, muscular quads, to keep the underpants from bunching up noticeably beneath the polyester second-skin. He had to manually stuff his package into the trousers as well, pushing the weighty cock and balls down the pant legs. The bulge was obscene, but with the cut of the uniform there was really nowhere to hide it.
There was a knock at the door. Sarge put on his belt then went to answer. When he opened it, he saw one of the military policemen he knew. J.B. was one of those guys who bowls over people with their looks. He was in his mid-20s, and still had boyish, almost matinee idol, looks, but he was clearly filling out into the nice, well-built body of a real man. J.B. stood in front of his with one of the recruits in Sarge's charge, Billy Banks.
"Sergeant..." the MP greeted.
"Hello J.B. What's the problem?" he asked nodding to Private Banks.
"Seems that the recruit here wasn't following regulations last night. One of our men saw him out in town past curfew. Second time, sir."
Sarge stared at the young recruit with consternation. He knew the type. High school jock, treated like the star of his school and hometown. Enters the service thinking he's God's gift. These boys were always a challenge, one that Sarge didn't relish. Little shits had to be put in their place. Still, Blakely knew that these young men were good Army material - strong, able and determined, they would make good soldiers and maybe even officers. They just needed to be knocked down a peg first, learn that the Army is not about ego or stardom but teamwork and discipline.
Sarge walked his imposing figure right up to the kid and put his face right in the recruit's, who could not stop blinking nervously. Just the steel blue of the kid's eyes was enough to give Sarge's dick a stir.
"You cocky bastard," Sarge growled. "You fucked up this time Banks. Hear me?"
"Yes sir!" Keeping the fierce look on his face intact, Sarge smiled to himself. Even at 18, this boy had a strong, loud baritone yell. At least this kid knows how to answer his superiors.
Sarge waited, staring into Billy's ice-blue eyes, then snarled, "No, I mean it. We're not going to tolerate this shit any more. And you know why Private?"
"Because it's against regulations, sir!" The boy tried to stare at a point way in the distance, like an actor on stage looking at an imaginary point. He tried to look past his superior. Only Sarge was right up on him, driving his piercing brown eyes right into his soul.
"Yeah, fuckwad, it's against regulations, but that didn't stop you before did it, boy? No, you're going to change your attitude because I'm gonna be riding your ass for the next week. Understand?"
The recruit shuddered and replied as loudly as he could, "Yes sir!"
Sarge smiled in a way that let the young man know he still wasn't satisfied. Slowly he walked around the recruit. Damn, at least this kid has a great body, thought Sarge. Nice firm torso and an ass that won't quit. Fuck, a couple more months in the service and he'll be good to go.
As Sarge continued to examine the boy, he brought his thick lips to the kid's ear and breathed in a growl. "No recruit, I don't think you do understand. Tonight, fuck, every night, I'm gonna wait til you're asleep, then I'm gonna crawl between your sorry Private legs and stick you like a fucking pig. Make you walk funny the whole fucking week, boy. I'm gonna enjoy dicking you Banks, enjoy taking your ego down a peg. "
The J.B. could not hear what the Sergeant was saying, but still Billy shouted out his answer. "Yes Sergeant sir."
Sarge continued. "Bet you're hard right now, aren't you Banks? Hard thinking about get that old Blakely ten inches buried up your sorry grunt ass."
"Yes sir!"
"Fuck, Banks, it's not gonna be fun and games. It's not gonna be lovemaking. It's gonna be rape. I'm gonna rape your hole every night this week. And you're not gonna fuck up like this again. Got it?"
By now the young recruit was fighting back tears and had a look of terror on his face. Still, he knew how he had to answer. "Got it, sir. I won't fuck up again, sir."
"Good" Sarge replied, backing away from the young man. "Dismissed, recruit. And shut the door behind you."
Banks left the Sarge's office and the MP shook his head in appreciation.
"Don't know what you said, Sarge, but you sure as hell know how to handle them."
"Fuck, these boys are OK. Deep down, that is. Just need to know that I mean business. Banks won't be a problem for you any more."
"Hope not Sarge."
"Anything else, J.B.?"
J.B. just stared at Sarge.
"Aw, J.B. I have to meet the Lieutenant in thirty minutes."
"Plenty of time Blakely. Now get the fuck on your knees."
"Yes, sir."
J.B. had Sarge's number. Big, tough, gruff guy who could call the shots but who deep down craved to take orders. He'd discovered Sarge's submissive side by accident one night when both men were drunk, but now he used the knowledge to his advantage whenever he got horny.
"Fish it out, slut."
Hesitantly, Sarge reached up and grabbed the mound in J.B.'s uniform. He massaged package and felt it grow and firm up. He unzipped the trousers and undid the belt. Reaching in with his thick fingers, he pulled out a fat piece of enlisted cockmeat. Sarge's hands were big, but he couldn't close them around the girth of this beer can prick.
"Shit, J.B., I still can't get over how big this thing is." He looked straight at the formidable member and salivated.
It was Sarge who'd given him the nickname J.B., short for Jaw Breaker. It was so fat J.B. had a hard time finding guys to suck it. Except for Sarge. The built, ex-linebacker slut was always eager to taste and eat that massive prick.
J.B. lined up his cock to Sarge's lips and pushed in. The fat stick stretched the sergeant's mouth as he grabbed the butch man's buzz cut and shoved the face right onto his dick.
"Yeah, you cocksucking slut, take all of my fat dick. Yeah, I know you like to be used, Sarge. Get tired of telling all these men what to do. You just want to be right here, on your knees, getting your face fucked rough and hard by the fattest prick on base. And you're always hard, too. It's like you have a clit in the back of your throat, getting off whenever I pound your tonsils with my dickhead, man."
Sarge moaned and mumbled around that huge shaft. Actually it wasn't all the way in, Sarge was struggling to stretch his jaw wider and relax his throat enough to let it in.
"Yeah, sir, eat my cock. Fuck, man, you don't even have the whole thing in yet."
J.B. grabbed Sarge and opened the man's jaw with his powerful hand, while applying more pressure to his inward thrust. The dick now slipped effortlessly in. "Yeah, Sarge, so fucking hot watching you eat dick. I bet you wish your football buddies had done this back in college, huh? Missed out on a lot of good times because you were too busy being boss. Don't worry, though, J.B. is here."
By now, the MP was really pounding Sarge's open mouth mercilessly. Fortunately, Sarge had learned to breathe through his nose. It didn't take long before J.B. reached orgasm. Shot after shot of spunk fired into Sarge's waiting mouth. The milk was thick and stringy and left a bitter and slighty salty-sweet taste on Sarge's tongue.
"Mmm!" the sergeant mumbled in excitement as the fat cock unleashed its spray.
"Yeah, man, drink my fucking juice. Show me how an sergeant takes care of his boys."
J.B's words only made Sarge hotter. He grabbed the man's thighs and used them to pull himself all the way onto the python-thick cock. His arms flexed as his held himself firmly against J.B's crotch and felt that dick lodged deep in his throat, unloading its sweet sperm into him. He heard J.B. grunt in appreciation and felt the man's hand rub his short buzzcut.
At last the flow stopped and J.B. pulled out with a plop. The intake of breath was audible as Sarge's throat cleared. "OK, Sarge, stand up."
Robert stood up and faced the MP in a horny daze. His face was covered in spit and cum that had spilled out and his neck and shirt were all wet from it was well.
J.B. unzipped Sarge's pants and pulled out a hard throbbing dick. He took a second to admire the shaft, a ten-inch-long beauty, before guiding it to the opening in his own trousers. Sarge's full shaft slid into the tight space between J.B.'s athletic thighs. The skin was hot and smooth, and Sarge noticed immediately that J.B. wasn't wearing anything underneath his uniform. J.B. put his hands on Sarge's developed pec muscles and grabbed onto the shirt-covered flesh as Sarge began to rub his prick against the underside of the MP private's balls.
Sarge grabbed onto J.B.'s hips as he pistoned in faster and deeper. Eventually the bigger man was at a full fuck pace, desperate to get his nut. J.B. met the man in a heated kiss and that was enough to send the Sarge off.
"Gonna nut, J.B." Sarge's big dick was poking further and further back and was thrusting into the tight space between J.B.'s pants and his asscrack. He could feel the moist warmth of that deep crevice as he prepared to blow.
"Shit! It's coming, man."
"Yeah, Sarge, blast that sperm. Soak my pants, make me feel your spunk between my legs all day." He clawed Sarge's meaty chest and worked the man's tits roughly through the T-shirt.
"Yeah?" Sarge asked in a full-fuck grunt. The idea of sperming his buddy's uniform turned him on incredibly. The first spurt of the sergeant's manmilk shot forth and flooded the space between the man's thighs.
"Oh, yeah, Sarge, cream me."
"You got it, J.B." Sarge growled as he hosed his fuck buddy's crotch down. The next spray soaked J.B.'s thighs, soaking the pant material wedged between the developed legs. Then, on an outward thrust, Sarge's dick spewed again, coating the MP's ballsac.
"Oh, shit, soak me, sir. I want all the guys to be able to smell your muck on me when I'm walking around today."
"You little enlisted cum slut," Sarge growled, "I'll soak you good." With that he planted his lips tightly on J.B.s and dove his tongue deep into the man's hot mouth. In one quick shove, his dick pounded forward, past all the slime he'd deposited in J.B.'s britches, right deep into the stud's tight crack, and let loose. Wave after wave of hot semen erupted out of Sarge's huge cock, while his yells of ecstasy were trapped in the hot kiss the two men were sharing and while his whole body shook convulsively.
The force of his jets sent sperm all the way up the private's tight crevice, soaking the trousers in a precision line between the two globes of J.B.'s butt. Slowly, after Sarge had discharged every drop of his load, he pulled his prick out of the mucky mess and pulled it free of the confines of J.B.'s now wet uniform. He noticed that J.B's beercan dick was now hard and dripping. Looking down at his T-shirt, he saw the white material was all soaked in jism, and was clinging translucently to his skin.
"Fuck!" he cried. "Can't wear this shirt to see Lieutenant. I'm wet as a drowned rat." He peeled off the sopping material and examined the patches of J.B's sperm that still clung to his chest hairs and skin. Using the dry parts of the shirt, he patted himself dry and tossed the shirt aside. J.B. marveled at this man's powerful, hairy musculature. If Sarge didn't have to meet the Lieutenant he would have insisted on another go.
"Here, Sarge," J.B. offered, while peeling off his T-shirt, "Just use my shirt. You'll have your uniform shirt over it, so the size difference won't matter."
Sarge hesitated, then figured it was the best idea. "All right, J.B. Thanks." He pulled the T-shirt on. It was two sizes too small, and the material stretched to capacity. Sarge could even feel the sleeves rip a little when he balled his biceps. Somehow, he liked the ultra-snug feel of J.B.'s shirt.
Looking down at his watch he realized he had to rush. In a minute he was dressed and tucked and ready to meet the officer. He met J.B. in a deep kiss, then was out the door.
J.B. walked over to where Sarge had tossed the cummy undershirt. Turning it right side out again, he put it on, savoring the cold feel of his own seed clinging to his chest. He picked up his uniform shirt, put it on and buttoned. Sarge's sperm was seeping down the inside of his legs. He was soaked his neck to his knees, and he was loving it. Happily, he walked out in the bright, hot afternoon.
(to be continued)