Hey, guys . Hopefully some of you have recognized my name and are probably surprised at finding a story from me under "Military". But that's not so surprising really. I did spend 8 years in the Army (airborne infantry, at that !). Needless to say, back then, it was not the easiest (or safest) thing to do - to `play around' in uniform, but it could (and did) happen from time-to-time.
Now let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ... This story contains graphic sexual activity between consenting adult males .. But, if you are under 18 or in a geo-political area that prohibits this type of literature, or you are offended by homo-erotic story themes, go click on your "Back" button !!!
Otherwise, read on, and maybe `steam it up' a bit.. and remember.. this is my story .. so please don't steal it, or edit it, or send it somewhere else!
My First Sergeant by CNJShore9
It was my third weekend in basic training. Next week we would be taking the "long march" out to the bivouac area and getting the pleasure of living in the field, spending all day on the ranges, climaxed by a night of tactical training under live fire. Yeah, they actually shot real bullets over your head and set off charges of tnt around you. All you had to do was `stay low' and craw under 50-feet of barbed wire entanglements!!! (fun without any capital "F").
Needless to say, at this point in our training, we were still restricted to the battalion area, and although I could sometimes hear "rhythmical sounds" at night from somewhere in the barrack's large bunk room, or see guys sneaking into the latrine at 3am, there wasn't much going on to relieve the aching balls of a young 20-something guy.
This particular Saturday night, however, I was on guard duty' for the barracks and was out patrolling perimeter' (i.e., walking around the damned building for the ump-teenth time!!, when our platoon sergeant came stumbling up the company street.
At this point, I should, perhaps, interject a bit of trivia.
There were four platoons in our training company. Two of them had "real" platoon sergeants (grade E-7 Sergeant-First-Class), one had an E-6 Staff Sergeant, and we were, as it were, graced' by a young, hot- to-trot buck' sergeant (E-5). He, of course, was trying to prove that he was just as good as the other, older, more-experienced leaders; so he was really a nasty "prick" when it came down to the final tally!!
However, when it did come down to it', speaking of "pricks". he did have a very definitely large bulge in the front of those fatigues!!!! He was only about 5'8" or 9" (compared to the other three sergeants who were all at 6' or more), but he was very compact'! He had a nice build and - for back then, before all the hoopla of body-building and gyms - a really nice set of arms, chest and legs. He was a border- line blonde, almost a light brown, with icy green eyes. When you screwed up, those eyes could turn you into an iceberg of chilled flesh in a second!! And his mouth could fragment you into ice chips in 3 seconds!! Naturally, I'd had my share of screw-ups in the past 3 weeks, so I had endured his devastation more than once.
My big problem, of course, was that I was gay. (Surprise!) Well, back then they called us "queer". Yes, it was the mid-60's .. but there was one big advantage to then . AIDS had not come into the picture. and there was no concept of "safe sex". The only time you needed a condom was when you were fucking a girl, and `safe' meant "no baby" !! So, when you were with another guy, it was skin-on-skin, and hot juice flowing freely - wherever!!
The subsets to that problem, though, were that I knew I was queer' by the time I was 14, and I did have some activity' in high school -- but it was very, very limited and very, very closeted. (You could get the sh*t beat out of you, if someone thought you were. And most people, including the sheriff or local cops, would say "damned faggot, deserved it!".) By college, I had decided to ignore the situation' and went straight' (right!, yeah! Ha ha ha!)! So here I was now. in olive drab. and doing my best to stay soft in the gang shower with all those hot, hung privates (rank and what I was looking at !!). And I did very well at it somehow. Although Troy was looking better every day!!! (Damn! can't believe I remembered his name .. it just shot into my fingers!)
But..back to the story..
Here was our wonderful (hot little) sergeant coming up the street toward the barracks - so fucking stewed he could barely walk!!! Well, it was Saturday night and there is no training on Sunday, so he could well afford to sleep off a hangover.
Anyway, I kept my rounds' going (kept walking around the damned barracks!). but kept my eye on dear' Sgt. Perry. He finally made it to the steps at the back of the barracks, and got about half-way up the 4 steps before he stumbled again and barely managed to hold onto the railing and keep himself standing.
Some years later, I have learned that drunks do not fall "down the stairs" - they "fall up them" !!! and he was my first real instance of seeing that happen.
What was about to make it worse. his room was upstairs on the second floor of the barracks. The likelihood was that he would manage to break at least one leg, or more, or something else, on the `up' to his room.
As much as I wanted to see that - or simply kick him in the nuts - I'm really a `nice guy at heart'. so I came to help him.
"Hey, Sergeant," I started. "Let me give you a hand," I said as I walked up and put my arm around his back and arm and helped straighten him up to a more walking position.
He turned and looked at me with glassy, blood-shot, but still icy eyes. For a moment I wasn't sure what was coming next. Then his whole demeanor sort of softened. "Thanks, Conklin," he said.
With that, I damned near fell back down the steps!!!! (and him with me!!!)
"We should be able to make it up the stairs . together," I added.
"Hope so," he mumbled. Then he added, ".but gotta stop and take a piss first."
So here I was, helping the "little bastard" (as he was not-so- affectionately known by the troops in our platoon) into the barracks and into the latrine.
The next thought in my mind was "Oh, shit!!! Do I have to `help him'? or what? And, if I do, how do I hold that thing and not let him know that I am enjoying it??? What the fuck do I do now???!!!"
I finally managed to get him into the latrine and in front of the urinal. Luckily, he was able to take care of himself' at that point, but I did FINALLY get a look at what was in there!! And. awww shit!! I whish he'd asked me to help. It had to be a full, hefty, six inches.and it was still totally soft!!! It was circumcised, but there was enough extra skin that it really came up over the flared crown of his cockhead and looked almost like it wasn't. The head was a delightful dark red mushroom. The shaft was almost tan and only slightly less round than the flare. All-in-all, it was perfect'!!
"Stop staring," I told myself. Oh, yes.. It was every bit what I expected.
The only disappointment then was that I couldn't see the under- pinings.
"It must have a nice set of balls below it!!!" I thought. "A cock like that has to have `matching balls'."
As he released his bladder, a heavy golden stream spouted into the urinal - and he leaned back against me. I helped support him until the flow subsided, he shook it a couple times, and put it away.
"Thanks," he mumbled back toward me. "Now let's get up those damned stairs!"
"Sure thing, Sarge," I responded. "You ready?"
"Damn! I sure got shitty-faced tonight, didn't I?" he queried.
"Not to be disrespectful, but . yeah, Sergeant, I think you did."
Btw:. in those days, in the Army . you did not ever call a sergeant "sir". that term was reserved for speaking to warrant and commissioned officers . and when you did use it to a sergeant, you usually got the response "don't call me `sir', I work for a living!"
So here we were, me and my sergeant (the "little bastard") arm-in-arm making our way up the barracks stairs to the second floor to his room.
Of course, his room door was locked with a padlock.
"The key is in my left pocket," he said as we approached the door.
"I'd rather not go digging down there, sergeant," I replied, knowing that was a better answer than what I was really thinking and wanting to do.
"Oh, yeah," he answered. And with some difficulty, he managed to get his left hand down into his pocket and pull up a ring of keys.
He just shoved them in my direction without saying anything, but it was fairly apparent that he expected me to find the key and open the door.
Looking at the keys on the ring - there must have been close to a dozen of them - I did match the name "Brinks" on a key with the name on the lock. When I tried it, it worked.
So there I was now. The door was open, the sergeant was still sagging, if not more so. So in we went.
Somehow I managed to get him all the way (almost 4 feet) over to the cot and he turned and dropped backwards onto it.
"Thanks," he managed to mutter. Then he added, "Could you help me get the boots off?"
Actually thinking more of not letting the rest of the guys see him in this condition, I turned and pushed the door closed, and, for some reason, latched it with the little bolt on the inside. Then I turned back and began to unlace his boots.
While I was doing that, he managed to unbutton his shirt. As I loosened his boots and pulled them off, he somehow got his shirt off. And there he was, lying there in his trousers (and socks).
"I don't like to sleep in `clothes'," he murmured. "Just my skivvies."
"Okay," I answered. "How do we work this?" (damn!! was I na‹ve!!)
"Get the socks and fatigue pants off," he almost whispered.
"Okay," I said again. What else could I say?
I pulled his socks off and tossed them on top of the boots by the bunk. Then I went for the belt buckle. It had been a long while since I actually helped another guy remove his trousers. I'm not sure what I was feeling then. It was a mixture of "oh, boy", and "oh, what the shit?" and "be careful, asshole!"
That's when his hands came down to the top of his pants and he `tried' to help me. Unfortunately, his coordination was not that good. But the feel of his hands on mine was more than I really wanted. No. not more than I wanted . in fact, I really wanted it !!!! As soon as his hands were on mine, I sprung a woody that could be used to drive nails!
Somehow I managed to open his belt, the top button of his fatigues and then I got them unzipped. "Hmmmm . not `regulation'. I actually thought! Fatigues have button flies!" (funny how incidentals come into our minds at the strangest times!)
However, I managed to get them open and then pulled them down his legs and off past his now bare feet.
"Thanks," he managed to mutter again.
"No problem, Sergeant," I answered. "That should take care of things now. I've got to get back down on patrol" I said.
"No. not yet," he answered, as he reached down, hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his shorts and pushed them down and off. And . there they were!!! His fat cock, his tightly curled pubes, and a pair of loose-hanging grade-A large eggs!!
"But I have too." I stuttered.
"Not yet," he said, surprisingly clearly.
Suddenly, I was totally confused. or scared. or something.
"Now take your fatigues off, and lie down next to me," he said very, very cleary!!
"Unnnnhhhh. whaaaa." I muttered, very ill at ease.
"Get your damned clothes off and get in the bunk with me," he said.
Wow!!! There was no misunderstanding of that !!!!
"But. sarge. what...??"
"Don't you think I've noticed you looking at me? .and don't you think that there isn't some kind of `knowing' between us? I know you like guys. So do I. So let's work on that."
"You also know that I'll deny it all and have your ass in a courts- martial if you open your damned mouth!" he added, as his glazed eyes cleared and those icy greens shown through.
I stood there totally dumbfounded. I really didn't know what to do. There is an old saying: "should I go blind, or shit. or just close one eye and fart?" . and suddenly, I was living it!
It only took a second before I found myself sitting on the edge of his bunk and unlacing my boots. A minute later, I was in my army-issue boxers next to him.
"Ditch the shorts, babe," he continued, "tonight you belong to me!"
With that he rolled up onto me and planted his face onto mine. His lips met mine and his tongue began its quest. This was the first time I had ever been kissed by another guy. So it was definitely the first kiss' and the first sergeant' (not that E-8 guy in the orderly room!)
Yes. I had `had sex' with guys in high school. But this was my first "man" as it were.
Damn! I wish it had been somewhere in a house or motel or such.. not in a damned barracks where we had to be quiet, because all I wanted to do was moan and squeal.
He played me like a piano or pipe organ or clarinet or whatever!!! (yes, he was damned good, and knew what he was doing - even though, as it turned out, that he was only 6 months older than I)
After that first kiss. we seemed to work together. We went for each other's necks and ears. Nibbling and sucking and tonguing and just totally enjoying. He went for my nips as I stroked and licked his biceps and arms. As he was working on my midsection, I was sucking each of his fingers.
Then he lifted up and buried my cock in his mouth and throat!!!
Believe-it-or-not, I had never had a mouth on my cock before!! All my experience had been either hands or (my) asses. I wasn't sure if I'd died and gone to heaven, or decided I didn't ever want to die as long as there was a mouth around (and `to hell with heaven'!)
And, although, I had never done it (and I'm not sure if I really ever knew of, or heard of), I managed to turn end-to-end and take his hot cock into my mouth as well. That's when I learned that it's great both ways! The feel of a mouth on one's cock is wonderful. The feel of another's cock in your mouth - the hard staff but soft skin, the rubbery feel of the head, the little bit of sweet nectar from a truly engaged partner - oh!!! Yesssss!!
But there was one thing more that I really wanted - or needed!!
Turning back up toward his head, I asked, "Fuck me. please."
"Thought you'd never ask," he replied.
Reaching under the edge of his bunk he brought up a tube of Vaseline (yes, guys, I told you this was a while back .. before KY or Slick or any of the new lubes).
I lay on my left side as he put a large glob of the Vaseline on my asshole, and then slicked some on his cock. Then he lay on his side behind me and I felt his throbbing member as he pushed it toward me.
He did run it up and down the crack a few times (I think just to hear me moan) before he found the `gateway' and plugged it into there.
Although I had some experience as a `receiver', it had been a while, so it wasn't that quick and easy. But this hard-ass son-of-a-bitch was good at what he was doing.
Slowly, but damned surely, he pressed that rubbery, sponge-headed cock against my more-than-willing (hungry?) hole. I remembered the guys that had plugged me before, but quite frankly, they were just history and memories. what I had there now. well. I really wanted it.
When it finally penetrated, I felt only a very slight pain. I reached back and said, "hold".
He did. After a minute I said, "now".
With that he began to slowly, but surely, enter me completely. OH! How nice it was!! I have since learned that his bulge' expands to nearly 8 inches!! But that night it was just heavenly! It wasn't a size thing'. it was just a truly great feeling and it just got better and better as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back!!
Of course, he was also nibbling my neck and moaning softly to let me know how good it felt to him. .and all I could do was whimper back to him and push my ass that much tighter against his mighty rod. I had been fucked, but never as well as this master was doing now!! Those were kids' - this was a man'!!!
There we were in a bunk in the barracks . thankfully there was a closed, and now I knew why it was locked, door. And we were trying not to make any noises (damned hard to do when you have a big cock, attached to a hot guy, driving it's way in and out of you!) . but we did it!!
After about 10 minutes he breathed hot onto my neck and said "hey, Conklin. I'm about to breed your ass!"
"Thank you, Sarge. I would so much like to have you do that." Damn! that seemed awfully formal. what I was thinking was "You better shoot that fucking load up inside me NOW !!!"
Then, strangely, it hit me. I didn't even know his first name.
"By the way. I'm Peter," I managed.
"And I'm John," he added.
Just then he squeezed me as tight as he could. "Awwwwww, fuck!' he muttered as I felt his cock swell and jerk inside me - just before I felt his hot juices splatter all over my insides. Sooooo deep. Sooo hot. and soooo much!!
He pumped a couple more times, totally squeezing it all out. At the same time, my ass muscles were contracting and sucking every drop out of him. Oh. all I wanted was more of him inside me. Fuck me and fill me. More!! Ohhhh, shit. it was soooo nice!!! He could stay there forever ... or better yet. get back in there as soon as possible !!!
"Awwww, fuck!" he concluded. "That was soooooo nice!"
"Yes, it sure was!" I answered. Then I asked the gawdawful question, "can we do it again?"
That's when he said, "you bet that sweet ass we can!! We have another five weeks!"
.. and that was the first time I got fucked by my sergeant!!! (and you now know why I say he was my "first" sergeant)
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