My stories are loosely based on my personal experiences in a kinder, gentler world. Only a fool would have unprotected sex today.
PFC KENNY BY JIMBO
No one seemed to know much about him. He always introduced himself as "PFC Kenny" but no one seemed to know for sure whether the "Kenny" was a first or last name. He was not in Headquarters Company, but reported to Post Headquarters every day from the Motor Pool Company. He looked about sixteen years of age, but he was actually twenty-eight and had been in the army ten years. Why was he only a PFC?
Kenny was always in a good mood and smiling ear to ear showing the most perfect white teeth that the professor had ever seen. His jeep always looked as if it had just come off the production line and Kenny's perfectly starched and pressed fatigue uniform always looked as if no one had worn it before. He was not a big man...about five feet, seven inches and 170 pounds...but there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfectly proportioned body although no one ever seemed to have seen him working out.
Several drivers and several vehicles were assigned to post headquarters, but our professor always rode with Kenny when he was sent on errands for the general. This shy almost frail white boy from the rural midwest was absolutely fascinated by Kenny, a black man from inner city New York. Kenny talked a blue streak as they drove around the post, but never spoke about himself. He insisted on saluting everyone including the professor who was only a corporal and not in a position to command respect.
Studying military law, the professor had found a loophole by which he could cut his military service short if he were accepted into a graduate program which started before his normal discharge date. It took some manipulation, but the professor pulled it off and this would be his last week in the army. The general had the habit of throwing an end-of-summer party of some sort for the enlisted men on his staff at the end of summer each year, and this year it was timed to coincide with the professor's last weekend.
The general had rented a rustic cabin not far from the base and had it well-stocked with food and booze. There was a swimming pool and tennis courts and lots of wooded area for hiking and exploring. The professor would rather have spent the last weekend with his friend Victor, but there was no saying "no" to the general and all of the enlisted staff (including the motor pool guys) went off to the cabin for the weekend.
Most of them hit the drinks as soon as they arrived; there's nothing like free booze to stimulate thirst. They also stripped down to shorts or even swam in the pool bare-assed. The professor had never really started drinking and enjoyed watching the foolish antics of those who did. The food was all sandwich and salad stuff so no formal meals were served. Sleeping would be in one large dormitory style room upstairs.
Soon the professor found himself sitting in the shade of a tree trying to hide his own erection at the sight of swinging dicks flopping loose on bare- assed swimmers and bouncing out enticingly from the boxer shorts of others. Fat, old Master Sergeants "played" as childishly as eighteen-year-old clerks.
When the sun began to set, they moved indoors and built a fire in the fireplace, but no one put any clothes back on. The nudity eliminated rank and symbolized freedom...at least for the weekend. The drinking continued on into the evening, and the professor was persuaded to have "a few" also. By ten o'clock the unaccustomed alchohol was making him drowsy and he put his head back and dozed off. He wasn't drunk, just sleepy.
As if in a dream, he heard one of the sergeants say, "Hey, Kenny, you better take your professor friend upstairs and put him to bed. He can't handle his booze." He felt strong arms lift him up and he was soon floating through the large room. He really wasn't asleep and could have stopped this in a moment, but he loved the feel of Kenny's strong, black arms supporting him and he laid his head up against Kenny's perfectly formed chest.
Soon he was laying on an upstairs bunk and felt Kenny turn away. He put his hand out and touched Kenny's thigh and said,"Stay...please."
Kenny turned back and hesitated. He wasn't naive. He could spot this kid's type anywhere. He had sold his body to this type many times when he was a kid in New York. He was horny and there were no women here. Who gives a shit who's sucking your dick as long as it gets sucked. It was worth seeing what this kid would do.
The professor opened his eyes fully and looked at the sheer beauty of Kenny's perfectly formed body standing there in the moonlight in a pair of white briefs. He moved his hand on the thigh and sat up on the edge of the bunk as he ran his hands all over Kenny's body. Kenny stood very still and did nothing. The professor got more courageous and reached around to grab Kenny's tight buns in his eager hands.
He slowly pulled the briefs down and brought his lips to the swollen dickhead at the end of the hard shaft. Kenny's body was amazing. His pecs and abs were perfectly developed. His reddish brown body gleamed in the moonlight. There was no hair except the nubby hair on his head and a small circle of nubby pubic hair around the base of the shaft. The penis looked as if an artist had sculpted it: It was about six inches long and about the same size in circumference. It had been beautifully circumcized and stood erect in a most soldierly fashion. The professor ran his hands over the tight balls and marveled at their velvety texture. He fondled the shaft and found it the nicest he had ever seen. He brought his lips to the piss slit and licked it eagerly. Then he ran his tongue over the pulsing head flickering around and teasing it. He ran his tongue under the rim and then licked the length of the shaft as he ran his hands over those parts of the strong body he could reach.
Kenny allowed this pleasuring as long as he could take it. Then he grabbed the boy's curly locks and pulled his head down forcing the length of his shaft down the boy's throat. He was hot! He had had no relief for over a month. Fully aroused he grabbed the boy's head and fucked his face for all he was worth.
The boy was no virgin. He wanted this man's prick and balls in his mouth and gave it his best work as he held tightly on to the thrusting buns and fondled the powerful thighs. Soon Kenny was spilling load after load of marvelous white cum down the boy's eager throat.
When he was finished, he hastily pulled up his briefs and ran down the stairs, somehow afraid that he would be punished for what he had done to a white boy. The professor fell back to his pillow exhausted and was soon asleep having marvelous dreams.
Much later, the boy awakened again. A full moon was shining in through a skylight, the only window in the dorm. He was surrounded by the sounds of snoring drunks. He eased himself from his bunk and began to wander among the bunks. He felt himself becomming fully aroused by the sight of naked men on bunks all around him. A few even had erections. He slipped from bed to bed devouring each penis with his eyes and fascinated by the variety of sizes and shapes. Then in a far corner he saw Kenny who slept royal style on his back.
The professor stood over Kenny's bunk and studied his body. No statue could ever have been more perfectly proportioned. He looked as if he had been carved from mahogany. In sleep, his face almost looked childlike. The professor dared to run his hands over the warm smooth skin of the beautiful chest, over each roll in the six-pack abs, and finally to the perfectly formed penis which looked hard even when soft. But as he touched the penis, it began to grow. Then he felt Kenny's powerful hand on his wrist as Kenny got up and dragged the professor down to the couch in front of the fireplace.
When they got there, Kenny said, "Okay, white boy. You asked for it; you got it. Eat me, baby. I want you to eat me all over. I want to feel that tongue of yours on ever part of my body and up my ass. Understand? I don't want you to miss an inch. Now start lickin and I'll tell you when you can suck."
The professor began to eat this glorious body. He needed no urging to stimulate every inch with fingers and tongue and lips. He lifted the pwerful legs high and licked the velvet balls and then went right around to the thrusting ass and put in his tongue, then his fingers, then his tongue again. Kenny was moaning with pleasure and his whole body began to pump in the age- old sexual rhythm. Then Kenny jumped to his feet, pushed the boy to his knees, and grabbed his head to treat himself to the second face fuck of the evening. When he had shot his wad, he smiled to see that the white boy had also shot all over the rug on the floor. He turned and went back to bed.
The next day the professor followed Kenny everywhere. He imagined sucking him in the woods, in the pool, on the tennis court, in the kitchen, anywhere. But Kenny acted as if he didn't know who the boy was. Everyone else was so far into the weekend drunk that they didn't notice. There were lots of swinging dicks there that weekend that probably would have welcomed the professor's ministrations, but he had eyes only for Kenny.
Nothing happened until after everyone was once again passed out on their beds. The professor once more slipped from his bunk and made his way to Kenny. Kenny was awake and the minute the professor touched him he grabbed his arm and dragged him down to the latrine where he turned on the showers in the gang shower.
"Damn you, kid. You never get enough. Well, tonight you gonna get enough to take you back to civilian life tomorrow with memories of Kenny to last a lifetime. Now you get some soap and you wash my body...all of it...and put plenty of lather on my meat."
The professor washed both of their bodies, but he really relished rubbing the soap all over Kenny's body. When they were both pretty fully aroused, Kenny bent the professor over and said," Spread them cheeks, boy. Now you gonna find out what it's like to have a man in you."
Kenny fucked the boy's asshole until it bled and then fucked him again. Tears poured down the boy's cheeks, but he clinched his teeth and refused to acknowlege the pain. He even found that he was enjoying the second fuck when Kenny reached around and jacked him off as he was fucking him.
Kenny left the professor on the shower floor bleeding and sore and wondering what his rear end would look like to the proctologist who examined him in his exit physical the next day. But it was an experience he would never forget and was a fitting end to a military career that probably shouldn't have happened anyway.