The next few days were filled with the same bullshit, with more inprocessing, haircuts and shit like that. After a couple of days of this we were finally loaded up on what are called "cattlecars" and transported to our training company area.
We were suffled out of the cattlecars like cows. More drill sargeant hollering at us, making us do pushups, for stupid stuff like stepping on THEIR grass. I could never figure out how one person could own all of Ft. Jackson, lol.
When Jeremy and I climbed off of the cattlecar we couldn't believe our eyes. There stood both of the drill sargeants that we fucked and sucked at the reception station. Come to find out they were going to be our platoons drills.
The first drill sargeant that we fucked and sucked came over to me and the second one went over to Jeremy.
"Drop and give me 20, fagot," ordered the first drill sargent, his name was SST (Staff Sargeant) Smith. As I made a febble attempt to knock out the pushups, SST Smith got down on all fours and got his face even with my face.
"I told you, private," he whispered to me, "don't display any tendencies in public. Do you got that? I don't want to have to toss you out on your ear for being gay. Do you understand me? I will make sure that you and your buddy get your own personal time, as long as SGT Billings and I get the chance to share it with you. But there is one thing that you've got to remember, just because the 4 of us are gay doesn't mean I can cut you any slack in front of the others. Do you read me, fagot?"
"Yes, drill sargeant," I replied.
"I can't hear you," SST Smith screamed at me.
"YES, DRILL SARGEANT," I screamed back at him.
SST Smith got off of the ground and placed his foot on my back a pushed me down. "You are pathetic!" He turned around and left me.
That first week was pure hell, except for the couple of time that SST Smith managed to give Jeremy and myself our own personal time. It was when SST Smith or SGT Billings had to pull CQ. CQ is short for Charge of Quarters. The sargeant who was CQ for the day was the person who was in charge of the barricks after hours. They usually slept while the CQ runners (recruits) did all the work.
Well, whenever SST Smith or SGT Billings was the CQ, Jeremy and I would always manage to get two hours of duty as CQ runners and it was always together. We would always pull the midnight to 2 am shift. This was because there was no one roaming around the company area (or the entire post for that matter). How funny it seemed that everytime SST Smith would have CQ, SGT Billings would show up about midnight and vica versa.
They took us to the CQ room, which was in the back of the orderly room (the company's office). Both SST Smith and SGT Billings were regular Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hydes when it came to being our drill sargents and becoming our parttime lovers for a few hours each week.
We would all be in the room. The door would be locked and we would all strip out of our fatigues. SGT Billings claimed Jeremy as his prize and SST Smith claimed me as his.
We each embraced the one that we were holding. SST Smith frenched kissed me as his hands roamed my naked body. Immediately, I got as hard as a rock. SST Smith and I pressed our bodies together, grinding our cocks against each other. Jeremy and SGT Billings were doing the same thing.
SST Smith and I were close enought to Jeremy and SGT Billings that I was able to reach my hand between their bodies. I grabbed ahold of Jeremy's cock and squeezed. Jeremy moaned. It had been over a week since I had the opportunity to feel Jeremy's cock. It really felt good.
SST Smith got down on his knees and began to suck me off. I grabbed the back of his head and slowly pumped it up and down my hard shaft. SGT Billings turned Jeremy around and began to eat his ass out. Jeremy and I, enjoying what was happening, lean over to each other and we began to passionately kiss each other.
As SST Smith sucked on my cock, his hands worked their way up and down my body. He reached up and gently rubbed my nipples. Then he reached behind me and started to play with my ass. He spread open the cheeks of my ass and inserted a finger and began to finger fuck my ass. Good thing that Jeremy and I were still kissing, I probably would have left out a louder moan then I did.
I worked SST Smith finger with my ass muscle, but I knew I wanted more than just a finger up my ass. So I pulled out of his mouth and leand against the wall, "Fuck me, drill sargeant, fuck my sweet, ripe ass."
It did take SST Smith long to get on his feet. He positioned himself behind me. He spit on his hand and lubed my ass and then he spit once more and lubed up his cock. He pushed it deep into my hole.
About that time, SGT Billings got behind SST Smith and inserted his cock into SST Smith's ass. I almost thought I could feel SGT Billings cock in my ass, that's how intensified it all felt. I stood still and SST Smith started to fuck my ass. In turn, he was fuckig the cock behind him, too. Jeremy, not wanting to feel left out, came over and slipped between me and the wall and took my pre-cum dripping cock into his mouth. The force of the ass fucking that I was receiving pushed my cock into Jeremy's mouth. I was face fucking him with out even moving a muscle of my own. SST Smith was doing it all for me.
Without warning, SST Smith grabbed me around my stomach and squeezed as he released his load into my hot ass. He collasped on top of me from the pleasure. So SGT Billings took over the pumping action.
During all of this, Jeremy had reached for his own cock and was jacking himself off. In a matter of moments, SGT Billings shot his wad into the ass that was in front of him. He, too, laid his head upon the back in front of him.
That left me to do all the pumping. I began to pump my cock in and out of Jeremy's mouth. SGT Billings pulled out of SST Smith's ass and went down on Jeremy's cock and soon both Jeremy and I lost our loads deep into the mouths that were so ready to receive the hot creamy loads.
We clean each other up with our tongues. We got dressed. One of the two drill sargeants would go home, the othe stayed on duty while Jeremy and I left to go wake up our replacement CQ runnings. Jeremy and I would then hit the sack only to be woke up 3 hours later by the same drill sargeant that we had just previously made out with.
During the next few weeks, Jeremy and I learned about military bearing and history. We learned about first-aide. We learned about weapondry. We shine shoes and boots until we could see our faces in them. It was a long 8 weeks (Basic was 8 weeks and Advance training was another 5 weeks).
Other the sucking and fucking with SST Smith and SGT Billings, the only thing that made this hell hole pleasureable were the letters that we received from home, but that's another story.