Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between young adults. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Raw Recruits. Chapter 14
He let Carter lay in his pubes and suck his balls while he pulled Bo up to his pit to juice and swab, asking, "Whut time's yur bus home boy?"
"Eleben sir," Bo answered and dutifully digged his tongue into Sarge's nappyhaired pit.
Pulling Bo by his ear to his titnipple, the kid chewed gently on Sarge's dark brown spud as the big man said, "Okay...I'll give you a ride to the stop. You both can get you clean, and Pvt. Osborne....you will wash yur brother including friggin' out and suckin' out his butthole, jack him and suck off his load, crawl in here wet fum the shower and show me his wad on yur tongue....then we'll send him home."
Bo was crying for his brother as both kids wiggled into the shower, bellies to the floor like dying trout in a boat.
Sarge loved it!
He flapped his fine ebony tool as he nestled his head back into his pillow and awaited Carter's cum-bathed tongue report.
'Squeak! Squissk! Sqeesshh!' Sarge looked up and there was his young troop Osborne prone to the floor, head strained up with his mouth open showing a hefty boy wad of brother jelly.
'Hmmm...goood....now keep it right there, stand up and dry yurself, and call yur fairy brother in here," Sarge directed.
"Bowff!" he screamed with a mouthful of spunk.
Soon came the squeaky slither of Bo making his fish slide across the floor from the shower.
"Now, get a finger of yur spooge and stick it up Carter's hole," Sarge ordered him.
The kid started tearing up again as he fingered his cum off his bro's tongue and up his butt, between his toes, into his pits, belly button, ears, nose and nipples.
Shaking in sobs from what he had to do to his brother, Bo then heard the final order.
"Good, boys...it's clear to me you really live fer diss queer stuff....so let's finish it off on a high note. Boboi, stick yur tongue way out, yeh, like'at....just like when you suck out all them farmboy assholes back home....yahhhh! Now stick it way deep inside yur bro's mouth being careful to lickup whut's left of yur cum in there and suck it between you while you hump yur bodies together.....YAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You love it! I can tell!"
Tears streamed down both boys' faces.
"Okay, good. Private Osborne...go get yur brother's clothes and get him dressed in five minutes! Meet me outside, Bo," Sarge said as both brothers took off to find Bo's clothes and get him dressed.
When Osborne headed back to his bunk he stopped short for a second, and tears welled up in his eyes....again. Skorpio and Rood were lying face up and naked wagging their black woodies from the bunks on either side of Osborne's.
As they drove to the bus stop outside the post gate, Sarge told Bo, he might be getting a note from Sarge to visit camp again from time to time in the last five weeks of this basic training session....and then they'd see about his own enlistment and assignment possibly to 'train' with Sarge!!!!! Eeeeyiiiii! "It might be just fine if'n yo' bringed along the little fuckboy you pimp yo'seff and Carter out to when you make thet video fer ol' Sarge....ehhhhh???"
Raw Recruits. Chapter 14.
Sarge drove through the bus turn-around and parked off to one side of the exit lane. Turning to Bo with his right leg coming up some onto the seat, his knee bent against the stick shift, he stared with just the slightest hint of a smile at Bo. Bo started to fidget and got r-e-a-l uncomfortable.
Sarge shot his hand up and back of the kid's neck. Cupping and squeezing he brought Bo's face right into his crotch where he warmed himself with white cracker boy face! Up and back, and the side-to-side, and a final deep smooooshing that had poor Bo gasping for air when he was finally allowed to come up out from between the sergeant's legs.
"See you in a week or two boy....and with a nice demo tape for me to enjoy, I suspect," Sarge said as he watched Bo's teen toy ass slip from the jeep's seat. Bo shuddered to himself being reminded of the horror of having to make a tape of himself sucking some buddy....one more time he saw his life and times pass before his mind's eye. He sluffed toward the bus that was now boarding, dragging his backpack behind him. It was like all his strength was sucked out of him knowing he had to perform like some boy hooker for that man.
Bo Osborne turned to watch Sarge pull away from the bus depot, a tingle in his prick, then headed up the steps and down the aisle....looking for an overhead rack for his backpack when....."Psssssst!!!"
"Psssssst!"
Bo looked to where the sound was coming, and shit man, it was the blackest face he'd ever seen....and that's saying something considering the black smorgasbord he was just treated to the last 48 hours!
Anyways....he got that same cold chill up his back he got the first time Sarge put that big black hand to him in his quarters Saturday morning. This dude was bi----iiiiggggggg!
He must of been about 6' 6" with a shining black face that made his teeth and eyes look like they were glowing in the dark!
Bo was quaking in his sneakers. Cold sweat was damping his boxers.....but, oh man oh mannnnnnn.....his cock was straining against his jeans in its inevitable search for his belly button.
The big black guy was waving him to a seat at the very back which was not quite a full bench, but large enough to curl up and take a snooze. He pulled his pack back down from the rack in the center of the bus aisle and headed on back like the unsuspecting lamb pussy he was.
With a sheepy smile twisted across his face and his head cocked off to one side he saw the blond teen kid in the seat in front of the black man's....and an average size dude in a suit with some business papers opened across his attache case on the seat across from the blond teener.
They had looked up when they heard the black guy trying to get Bo's attention...then followed the kid to where he passed them heading back behind them.
"Have a seat heahh, boi," said the black guy.
The kid and the business suit guy sneaked peaks from the corners of their eyes to catch what was up. This being a southern town, seeing a handsome young white rube being drawn by the bidding of any black dude was news! Thereafter, the two in front tuned their ears in as much as they could to get a handle on the white on black doin's back behind them.
Snapping the overhead shut, Bo sat into the space next to the big black man...."Hobbs, they calls me, boi," he said to Bo, holding out a hand to shake.
"Bo," the boy answered, losing his miniature hand inside the grip of that moose of a black man.
"Good tuh get tuh know yuh, boi....'specially as I see'd yu gots the special hankering for us mens of the colored persuasion," he said laughing at his own excuse for humor.
Bo's face wrinkled up, confused, until Hobbs explained.
"Hey boi," I seen the way that young black guy dropped you off back at the depot and said 'good-bye' while he pulled yur face between his legs for a ruboff. Ol' Hobbs ain't likely to be fergettin' somethin' like'at!"
Bo blushed crimson!
Both the guys in seats ahead of them heard that. The teen's hand went for his crotch to give his meat a little attention. The older guy across the aisle felt a tingle in the head of his dick under the papers he had in his lap.
The bus which had already been rolling was fully underway now as signaled by the lurch at the entrance to the interstate.
Hobbs' hand covered Bo's fly and felt the boy's rod had sprung up pointing at his tight teen abs. As the guys in front of them strained to hear, Hobbs stuck his anteater tongue into Bo's ear, lapped at it, and whispered, "Hobbs knows, boi...you needs it....and feel boi....feel, he got mo' than you could ever need in five lifetimes!" Bo's hand was smothered under the big man's as it was roughly ground against the biggest cock he could ever imagine!
"Let's you and my dude down here get friendly, boi.....REAL friendly...."
Bo was a mass of sweat! His boy muscles were twitching and straining as his brain said, 'fight it', but his hands didn't seem to be his own anymore as he reached for Hobbs' zipper tab and slowly opened the big man's tool chest.
Hobbs popped the button and the pants flaps seemed to fold back on their own. The man was in army green boxers....Bo looked up into his big shiny face and said, "Yuh-yuh in the Army, m-m-mister???"
"'At's right boi...ain'tchu too?" Hobbs asked as he tightened his fingers on Bo's wrist and fed the kid's fingers through his fly hole.
"N-N-Noo-ooo...uhh...my broth---I was visit---seeing my brother for the weekend is all," Bo replied as his eyes went wide as saucers....spit collected in his mouth....he never felt anything like that on ANY of the dudes that past weekend.....or anytime in the farmboy funs back home neither!
Hobbs got that big proud shit eating grin across his face, leaned into Bo's ear and whispered loud enough for the teen in the seat ahead of them to hear...."It's EEE-LEVEN inches my man....and eight around!!!!"
Bo's clammy hand dragged up and down the huge black member guided by Hobbs' own hand. Hobbs kissed the top of Bo's head, and said, "Give it a kiss boi....be REEEEEEAL friendly....heahhhhh???!"
HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! What was making these black dudes attract to him. He was becoming a magnet for their attentions. Could it be he somehow 'invited' this attention? Did he WANT it? He thought....."Phwummpphhkk!" He was snorfin' musky man pubes after Hobbs rammed his prod through Bo's innocent kissing lips to the back of his mouth.
Hobbs pressed his big lips into the back of Bo's neck, "Yayeeess, boy, yayessss! You do thet right fine."
The hum of the big tires on the roadway was like background music to the hummin' ol' Hobbs was gettin' on his tool.
Sarge was caught between wanting to go back to the 'Trove' for a 'one more once', a beer at the NCO Club, or some rest back at the barracks. After a mental evaluation of the options, he turned back toward the post.
With Sarge clearly in the 'zone', most of the troops at the barracks were laying low, or gone to their own funs at their club or throwing a ball around outside. Skorpio and Rood were not to be denied. They figured they had at least the time for a nut or two before Sarge got back from the depot...if he did come back at all. And here was little ol' Private 'Suckmydickboi' Osborne fresh from servicing the Sarge.
To much to resist. Private Rood pulled Osborne hard to his bunk blocking the view of the dark tool he was fondling from Sarge's quarters. He put Carter Osborne's hand on his prick and said, "Just squeeze it and release...squeeze and release....'at's it honkyboi....make yur bro feel so goooooood!"
Standing now and watching the front door as Sarge and Bo headed out, Skorps waited for a few more moments to be sure. Then he turned to face Osborne now fully into wacking off the Roodster.
Osborne just couldn't believe how they just kept it up hour after hour and still it wasn't enough for them....these black studs just had to have them double and triple shares of sweetbreads. Skorps shoved his boxers down and climbed up over both Rood and Osborne. He forced Osborne's face onto Rood's hog, and mounted the teen trooper, ham-slamming that boy ass for all he was worth!
"Fuck you, yuh l'il dogface. We gonna blackfuck you till you be black ya own seff! Unnghh! Errrrnnnnncchhh! Uh! Uh! Ahyeh! Fuck, man! Fuh-uhhhckkkk!" Skorps kept pounding that shiny white ass.
"Uhwupff! Urulwf! Oompplkk!" Carter was 'gwalf'ing Roodster's dick like there was no tomorrow. Rood wasn't making it any easier for the teen tool, either. Every two or three swirls of the kid's tongue over his cock head, he yanked Osborne down till he was rooted in the young cocksucker's throat!
Skorps was loving that. Each time he throated the whitebread, his whole body tensed and squeezed hard on Skorps' cock making his ravaging rutt fuck all the more satisfying. He'd follow with a roaring "OH YEHHHHH!" every time Osborne body clenched all up on him.
Then, for nothing but maybe a little variety, Skorps yanked his prick out and pulled Osborne's face off Rood, flipped him over and sat the teen soldier's bunghole right on Rood's cock, gripped him under both pits, yanked him up and do wn and started fucking the tool up and down and up and down and Rood was nearly out of mind just lying there getting the cum fucked out of him without moving a muscle!
Of course for that few moments Osborne had a mouth full Skorps to eat while he bobbed and bounced on Roodster's truncheon.
Then, the scene played out to the praise and glory of every black boi in Barracks One! Skorps, with his naked black foot sideways to Osborne's throat, he pressed the whitey twink flat on his back against Rood's upfucking body while he threw the kid's legs up, fingered him some space above Rood's reaming beam, and slid himself right on up and fucked through and for the both of the dudes underneath him.
He chewed and bit and licked at everypart of Osborne that his lips, tongue and teeth could reach while he led the fabulous dual-penetrating fuck-ramming-reamage of whiteboi faggot ass Osborne.
Every few seconds, Osborne's eyes would fly open and he'd see...he didn't know....it was....white spots...no black....well....it was both. It was fifteen black faces sitting, kneeling and standing all around the three-ring circus on Rood's bunk. The white spots before Osborne's eyes were the teeth and eyes of those black boys in the biggest, widest shit eating whiteboy fucking grins they'd ever had!
More than a squad of boys was on hand to watch young Osborne perform like a trained seal on the end of two brutha cocks! What....just WHAT could be better!!
With Bo on his way home....and on his way down on Hobbs I might add, and Shrum nowhere to be seen, there were six whitebreads still available for the now hardboned black troopers. The layoff was over I guess....the crowd, horned as toads went off to find them their own tool service rubbing up under their balls like humpy chimps.
"Oh boy! OboyoboyoFuckyou, you l'il faggot!" They'd found Private Paulie Denny in the head. He'd been about to take a piss. Four black studs grabbed him, turned him upside down and with his head in the toilet, they made him piss down his own body. They made him bend his face up so he could try and aim for his own mouth too.
Oh man. Beautiful choreography! How fucking creative these dudes were! When Paulie had soaked that handsome muscular weightlifter body of his with his own piss, one troop held him up by the ankles and while he dunked Denny's head up and down in the pissy toilet, the other three guys stood around the bowl and pissed on his face in his mouth and up his nose, splashing into the water to get spray over most of the upper half of his body. Then, with great fanfare, the cheered as they bottomed Paulie's head in the toilet and flushed it letting the swirling water shoosh up his nose and in his ears. He was sure he was drowning and had so little fight left to kick and squirm with!
In big toothy dark shine from their takedown of yet another white stud, the four black troops put Paulie's head to the floor, bent his legs up and back above his head, ganged his ass and sat on his face for butt cleavage cleanage. Oh yes! Oh yes! Did they ever love that tongue swirling up into their funky bungs while they waited their several turns to send Paulie's own ass on a'pole pummel pounding he wouldn't soon forget.
Maybe Paulie knew it....and maybe he didn't...but....but his cock was hard as steel digging into his wrinkled up belly-button as pounding black rodmeat gave him more and more....and more....of what he never knew he needed and was finding more and more.... that he DID!!!
Private Carey somehow had gotten outside before with a couple of the other white dudes and were throwing a football around.
Sarge spied the sweetbread buffet on the hoof from the distance as he shuffled back from the motor pool where he dropped off the jeep.
Hinds was dropping back with the ball and heaving it long to the fleet footed Stevie Carey.
"Phhffoompphhhhh!!" Carey slammed sideways right into Sarge just as the ball came down. Carey slumped in a heap the ground at Sarge's feet as Sarge caught the ball. When Carey shook his head a couple of times to knock out the cobwebs, he looked up into Sarge's big wide grin.
He shuddered anew, and smiled back, sort of from just about the tops of Sergeant Carter's sneakers.
The three other white troops shivered and trembled as they feared the renewal of their torment was once again upon them. The fears were apparently well founded. They watched Sarge feed the football down to Carey. They broke into cold sweats as they saw Carey's tongue swipe up around the pointed end of the ball. They watched Carey's body jerk and buck up off the ground as Sarge stuffed the ball fully into Carey's mouth and even mashed the side of it into the kid's nose, effectively blocking both of Carey's airholes!
The three kids were frozen to the ground as they seemed to hold their breath in sympathy with the stifled Carey who was flailing his arms and legs at this point.
They all exhaled together as Sarge pulled the football from Carey's face and looked down smiling as the kid hacked and gagged, rolled over on his belly and drooled onto the tops of Sarge's sneaks.
He went limp and lay quiet. The others started to run for him, but then stopped short as Sarge reached down and gripped the scruff of Carey's neck and pulled him straight out of the grass like you would pick up a kitten.
Holding fast to the back of Carey's neck, he pulled him to his feet and guided the stumbling teen soldier to and up the barracks steps. They disappeared inside as the screen door slammed behind them.
Sarge didn't see Rood and Skorpio double fucking Osborne, and they were out of their minds ravaging their white toy tool, and didn't even know Sarge had returned.
Sarge opened the door to his quarters and stood Carey out in front of him. The scared and shattered dude tried hard as he could to straighten up to attention before his sargeant....and master.
His hands were flat to his sides. Somehow, Sarge had not noticed the wedding band was wearing before this. "Hey boi! You be married???!"
"Yuh-yu-yehesssss....mmmSargeant."
"And yo' wife don't know 'boutchu???"
"S-s-sirr???" Carey queried.
"You mean she don't know you been faggin' halfa San Francisco while whe beddin' fer you???!" Sarge jeered.
"I-Iyi---nooooo Sergeant...I don't do...I'm no....please sergeant....and jus'...jus' not like ....that," poor Carey squealed.
"You don't have to hide it here boy....ol' Sarge unnerstands how it is fer you young 'frisco queens....gotta put on a show out dere....but not here. Sarge knows you like likes to ride the hammer hog. "S'okay boy," he said as the trembling youngster felt Sarge's long arm come around behind him and molded to his shoulders as they moved to Sarge's back room.
Sarge sat at the foot of his bed, and pulled Carey's gym shorts and boxers down. He gripped the boy's hanging prick until Carey started to buckle. Then he had Carey put his foot on Sarge's knee so he could take the kid's sneaker off. He repeated that with the other foot. Carey stood naked before Sarge and between the bigger man's knees, as he had been shirtless to start with.
Sarge stared up at the quaking teen soldier for a long time in silence.
The kid was in torment! He could barely keep his balance. He felt like he was swaying at the top of a skyscraper. Sarge watched the sweat stream down Carey's entire body.
"Nnnnghhh!" Carey groaned as Sergeant Carter reached that long arm up between Carey's legs and searched out the boot's bunger back behind the kid's low hanging balls.
"Ucccchhhhherrrmmmm!" scrawled Carey once more as Sarge's long black middle digit sank up to the third knuckle into white troop pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
And just when Stevie got used to his full hole....Sarge fed his forefinger up alongside the other one and wormed both around and around and "Ahhhiiiiicchhgh!!" the kid wailed.
Sarge looked up at Carey's chin. The boy's face was thrown back and he was facing up at the ceiling sqweeching from the anal invasion being foisted on his young teen bunger.
Sarge was frigger-fucking his fingers inside the wildly squirming, wretching Carey, and when the kid's cock slowly rose hard and snapped to his belly, Sarge hollered for Stevie to look at his dick. "HA!" Sarge taunted. "And'jer wife don't know! HA!"
Carey didn't know or care or maybe, he didn't even hear Sarge this time. The purple knobbed truncheon drove up his toybox too fast for him to find sense in anything he saw, felt or heard anymore. Sarge, in almost one fluid motion had Carey in the air, legs spread and around Sarge's waist as his trembling body sank the whole 9 inches onto Sarge's pride and joy!
Carey's entire life turned into shooting stars and a blank white screen. He might have been fainting from the suddenness and depth of his impalerment! "Oh GOD!!!!! OhgodohgodohGODDDDDD!!!!!" screamed Carey flaming out of his mind from the friction, heat and pain!
Just then there was a call from outside the door, "I be HERE!!!!!" screamed the booming voice of....it wasn't really God was it?
"Who dere??!" answered Sergeant Carter.
"It be GODDDDDDDDDD!!!" the voice roared again.
This time Sarge could tell it was Fenny...Sgt. Fenwick, who'd he sent Conway to the other night for some 'special' training about how NOT to be late fer servicin' yer sergeant.
"ENTER BY GOD....AND MEETCHER SERVANT!!!!" Sarge called back.
It was Fenwick, and he had the handle of a large 'something' shrouded in a sheet.
"Oh my oh myyyyyyy! Whut has we heah, mah mannnn!" Fenny grinned as he got a sight of the sweat-soaked whitebread riding him some blackness.
"We has heah, yo' good-assed servant, Godman!" Sarge answered, spanking Carey's sweaty hips as the troop romped up and down on his Sergeant hugging the big man around the neck, curling and clenching his boy toes behind Sarge, as he tried to see who had come in but just couldn't control any of his muscles any longer and his tongue droozed string after string of spit as it hung from his lower lip and he gasped for the breaths that were being pumped out of him from below.
"Lookit whut I brunged you, bro!" Fenny said as he set down the 'package' and pulled the shroud clear. A-FUCKING-MAZING!!
It was like a large soft leather diaper duffle. It had four flaps that folded over and lashed together at the center. Out the one side was the near-skinned blondieboi head and feet double over....of Private Shrum!!!! Out the other side was Shrum's bare ass with a large black buttplug stuffed up his hole.
Fenwick unsnapped the latch and the folds fell away just like an unfolding diaper baring the site of the young troop's hands cuffed to his golden cock ring between his legs.
Sgt. Carter broke into a big wide grin. Inside Carey must have thought Sarge's cock grew another foot with how it emboldened itself at the sight of the Shrummieboi tool back from the Treasure Trove.
"I figgered you wasn't coming back, and you'd wantcher little faggot ass back for the start of the training week," Fenwick explained.
"You right dere, my man....and thank YOU!" Sarge said, slapping hands with his brother sergeant. "Unfold his ass and hang him by the cuffs on those hooks on the wall," Sgt. Carter directed Fenwick.
Shrum hung full length down the wall watching as Fenwick dropped his pants and squeezed his fat powertool up next to Sgt. Carter's cock up inside a newly screaming Stevie Carey.
Sarge spit into his face and bellowed, "I bet yer little lezzie wife wouldn't be surprised one bit to see you BWW, boi!!!"
Through his agony, Stevie looked into Sarge's eyes clearly not knowing what Sarge meant by BWW, even as Fenny was licking the young trooper boot up the back of his neck as his fat fuck-humper massaged his hole from deep, and deeper and way up inside.....
"Blacked while white, boyyyyyy!!!! BLACKKKKKKKKKKKKED while WHITE!!!!!" Sarge growled.
Shrummie squirmed at the sight and Carey's screels shot right through him to the background hum of the two moaning, glowing sergeants as they double-fucked the toy teen soldier out into next week.........Shrummie's tool was pegged to his belly....leaking streams of pearly prefuck down the shiny underside of his cum tube, out over his balls and down toward the floor....
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