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@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Raw Recruits. Chapter 2.
Hinds was a 6 foot rube from Kansas. Black crewcut... deep black eyes, olive skin, muscular but not overly so. Clearly he was used to heavy lifting, either in the gym, on a farm, or both.
On a larger scale, Sarge's body build was about the same.
"So you fuck sheep....that true, boy?"
Hinds said, smiling, "Nawww, Sarge...sergeant! I never did nuthin' like'at."
Sarge barked, "Don'tchu lie to me boy...I kin make it tough for you here."
"Honest Sarge, if ahm lying....ahm dyin'," the big kid raised up his swearing hand.
"Okay, I guess I b'lieve yuh, but how bout beatin' off wit'cher buds and lippin' some cock for 'em down by the creek?"
Hinds was such a doof. He started to say 'No', then blushed and sorta hung his head. "Hey Sarge, twaren't nuthin'. Just da guys. Coolin' heels after baling and stuff, we all horny....you know hepp a guy out, is all."
"No mattah, boi....cuz you gonna be DEEP intuh heppin' out 'round here fer the next six weeks...."
'WHAP! WHAP! WHAPPP!' Hinds took three shots to his suddenly crotch high face as Sarge slammed him to his knees and beat him around the face with 9 inches of Pvt. Carey-warmed fucktool.
With Carey buttslime still gracing his masher, Sarge shoved it into the back of Hinds' mouth, "Gwallkkk!"
He was wretching, trying to throw up, starting to double over, and Sarge pinched the dude's nose and slipped his vomit plug right into Hinds' throat. He didn't move. He fondled the big kid's neck and the side of his face till he felt the convulsing vomit torment ease.
Then, sliding back out onto the gagging Private's tongue he told him to swab his tongue all around that big, black, asshole-dirtied meat. Then he pulled out and pushed the pisshole slot right into Hinds' lips and said, "Kiss that big black cock boy, like you nevah kissed anythin' in yur whole wuthless fuckin' life! DO IT!!!!" Sarge screamed.
Hinds' couldn't kiss enough, or kiss enough of it! He sloppy-smacked kisses on that monster hog like there was nuthin' else more joyful in the whole world....hmmm...there isn't is there?
Raw Recruits. Chapter 2
With a big toe to Hinds' boxers fly, Sarge pushed them down to the kid's feet as he pulled him up to standing.
"I want you to sit in my chair here at the desk, son." Hinds figured the trial was over, and he musta passed. A big smile came over his face as he sat, then that all changed when Sarge then sat on the desk in front of him, naked. Sarge's big black mitt cupped behind the rube's head and pulled him in under his balls. As Sarge got his heels up on the desk, his asscrack spread wide. Hinds had a nose full of big black man funk. I wanna feel that big pinkyboi tongue o'yo's up my tailslot fucker....NOWWWWW!"
Hinds was shamed as he'd ever been. Mutual suckin' some school boys down at the creek...a few handjobs...well, a lotta handjobs with the boys...that was different. This...this is fuckin' Nasty....godddddddd....with a capital NIGGER! He was eating black mancunt! He'd never live this down. He was crying into the big man's butthole.
Sarge smiled a big wide toothy grin when he tugged on the back of Hinds' head and got that much more whiteboi tongue up inside him. He loved the tickle in his tailcrease from the flaring of the kid's nostrils sucking for air deep in there. It made him all the harder if that was at all possible.
At that point, Pvt. Carey was staggering out of the bedroom still dripping wet from the shower. Sarge pointed to Hinds' boxers and motioned Carey to wipe himself then the floor with them. Then he had Carey piss in a small bucket by the desk, and then sink Hinds' boxers in it.
He pulled Carey to his lips and whispered for Carey to get underneath the desk, on his knees, spread Hinds' legs wide and push them up so he could get his rasper up into the kid's asshole and tongue fuck him some buck private pussy. When Carey wrinkled his nose, Sarge smacked him silly and shoved him to the floor.
Carey couldn't eat boyhole fast enough!
After about 5 minutes of tongue smacking, lip slurpin' asshole eatin' from both boy faces, Sarge kicked at Carey and got him up. He told him to take the bucket to the shower, get the boxers out of his piss, wring them out in the shower, put them on, wear them all night, and get out.
He almost wrinkled up again but caught himself just as Sarge's arm was pulling back. Carey padded out the door and was gone. Neither he nor Hinds knew who was doing what to whom when he ate Hinds' bunger out. And more than likely, in Carey's mindfunk, he probably didn't know he'd done it at all. He would no doubt wake up in the middle of the night in them wet boxers, not his own, and think he pissed his bunk.
Soon, Sarge pulled Hinds' sucking mouth out of his asshole, dragged him into the shower, punched him in the belly, and doubled him in pain. Then, he held the slumped kid up above the lip the shower and punched him five more times. With his hands holding Hinds' waist from behind, the kid convulsed and threw his guts up. When the shower floor was covered in Hinds' inner most curds, Sarge dropped him into it, sloshed him around using his feet to move him around in the slop. Then he took the bucket with Carey's piss and poured it over the kid. Then he told him to wash the shower and get cleaned up.
Sarge went to the door and called for Pvt. Shrum. He heard the scurry and barefeet hauling ass down the aisle to the stairs as he shut the door and turned on the TV.
Cute as a fuckin' bug. This little red-haired 5' 7" Opie type...mannnn. This kid was made fer riding black cock! Freckles, turned up nose. Man he shoulda been in one of them 'boy and his dog' movies!
Sarge thought to himself, 'Hmmmmm...the only livestock this fucker gonna be herding is slick, long annnnnnd BLACK!'
Everything about the little dude was bug-in-a-rug stuff. His toes and fingers were sorta stubby yet formed perfectly. Cute little toenails, all squared and boy-right. His was a firmly built, defined chest. Thusfar, he had ranked near the top in the platoon too.
"Strip boy!" Sarge said. The kid always took the immediate order.....literally jumped out of his boxers and was naked in a flash.
In rapid fire succession, Sarge fired off questions without waiting for answers. "You virgin, pussyboi? You suck cock? You beat'cher meat? How many times a day?"
Sarge almost expected what he got, but still was floored. Shrum barked, "No, Sergeant. No Sergeant. Yes, Sergeant. Three times, Sergeant."
"You been laid, boi....you little snippet of a punk? Who'dju fuck? Some little boy back home?'
"No Sergeant. I first got laid in 6th grade. A girl at a party....we went out back after dark, and she, ummm, she blowed me....then, well, thennnn....I sorta...ummm fucked her brains out sir..uh sergeant!"
Sarge was doubled up laughing. He sat down, pulled the kid up on his lap, knees bent and feet under him, and said. "You some little stud ain'tchu?"
Sarge gave out with a giant guffaw, when the little guy vigorously shook his head, and said, "Yeah, Sergeant...Iyam!"
"Well, my little big man....tell ol' Sarge how many different cunt you laid since 6th grade, and how many times you got laid."
"Thirty seven different cunt Sergeant," he used the sergeant's dirty slang, "and ummm, 575 times."
"Holy sheee-it boy....you really a fucking boy fool, ain'tchu." Sarge was really enjoying him, and the kid nodded vigorously again in response to him being asked if he was 'fuckin' boy fool'. "How you knows ezackly how many cunt you dicked, boi?"
"I keep a diary home sir..sergeant...every fuck...every cunt....and, ummm, I even um...have every panties too, Sergeant."
Ol' Carter was hysterical slappin' hands with Shrummy, and hoisting his hard, leaking peter up the back of the boy's butt getting fired up as he could be. "Saved the fuckin' panties even...you l'il dick...you keep 'em under yer pillah and sniff 'em at night?"
Nodding wildly, and laughing, Shrum said, "Yhhh, I lick 'em out too...just the freshest ones. The others I have in a trunk in the attic."
"You a sex freak, boi....and tuh think....yur sex life ain't even begunned yet!" They both laughed crazily, but at not nearly the same things. Sarge had visions of a whole new kind sex life for young Shrummer. He was smiling thinking of the next entry in Robbieboi's 'diary'. One say, about his hot black poker searching out that toyboy's hole there pretty soon, and for a dang long time to come....maybe for longer than say....boot camp?
"So what was yur craziest time after your first lay?" Sarge pried some more.
Hunching up and down in Sarge's lap, he pulled his feet out from under and wrapped his arms around his knees, his back propped against the desk. "Ummm, I guess it was the girls' sleepover at my house. I was 14. My sister was 15, and she had 6 girls over for a hen party. They had sleeping bags in the playroom downstairs, and soon me and my folks went to bed, while girls were doing cunt things downstairs.
"Seems like I was just about to pull Emma Lynn's drawers out from under my pillow and jack off in them, when there were noises all around me, then 'Shhhhh!' and my sister said, 'Robbie, come downstairs with us. We gonna have some fun.'
"I was fuckin' hard as a brick. I was gonna get me some 'older woman' pussy!! I was thinkin'.
"Suzie, and two of her friends had come up to my room. If I wasn't so fuckin' ready to blow a wad, I'da been embarrassed that they violated my room.
"When we got downstairs, there were all the girls bein' shrill and giggly, with hands to their faces sniggering, and they was pointing at my pud tenting out my red and yellow polka dot boxers...you know...the kind Michael Jordan wears in that ad.
"Well fum behind, one of the girls yanked 'em down and I was balls naked, scurrying for enough hands to cover my every part.
"Didn't matter....five girls picked me up and layed me on top of a quilt that was covering our pool table. I had just run the table on that goofy Davey fum across the street and won three bucks that afternoon on that table. Now here I was butt naked in front of 7 15 year old girls, and at their mercy no less. They actually tied me down! Hands and feet. to each other under the table. I could just jiggle my butt a little...which made my cock flap around on my thigh to the tune of the embarrassing giggles again.
"They examined every little part of me. Every girl was touching me, pulling at fingers, toes, nut sack, fondling my balls in their hands, funnin' with my dick. They played at my tits, and tickled my pits and soles. They diddled my inny belly button...said they was looking for lint. Then they untied my feet and retied them up by my hands and played with my buns, opened my butt hole wide, stuck stuff in it and all. Every girl touched, pulled and played with every single part of me. I started to get so upset I was almost gonna cry from shame, and then I was thinking, what fuckin' dude in school wouldn't want some older cunt playing with his whole body. Wham! I was happy and fuckin' hard as steel again.
"They was so fuckin' fascinated with the way the head of my cock had it's 'helmet'. Boy they found that spot underneath my knob that drives me wild when I diddle it...and THEY diddled it. They were surprised that ooze was leaking out my dick head after that. Then they kept saying, "He got a seam on his baggy thing." I laughed but realized I only had nutsack and ballbag as names for it myself. 'Baggy thing' sorta seemed right, too.
"Anyways, I have a seam down the center of my nutbag, and they was fingering it. An' it runs clear down that flat space under my nuts and back to my butthole. They kept running fingers down it and thrillin' me all up. I guess not ever' kid has a seam...well, anyways, I do.
"Then they said I have a wrinkly pieces of skins looking like wet tissue paper that dried against each other on the bottom side of my cock. THAT, I knew about. I play and goof with my cock every day, and I saw that one time while I was pulling it in front of my folks' bureau mirror. Ha! I shot my wad crouched up on top of the bureau with my feet in the middle of perfume bottles, curlers and hairbrushes. I kneeled down after I shot off and licked my spoogoo off the mirror, before I got down. I laughed like hell thinking what my mom would think if she knew what I did on her bureau.
"When the girls pulled my feet back down they started to finger my cock. All their hands were on it and my balls at the same time. Mauled by 14 hands. I was in heaven! I came a quart....I must have hit four of them in the face. I watched them all smell and sniff at the spent jizz. Most of 'em pulled their faces away real quick. My cum is fuckin' potent. But whut was weird wuz, even the ones that pulled away and wrinkled up their noses, some of them...licked my cum into their mouths! Man! I was fuckin' rock hard again!
"This time they played longer, and I didn't go off. They diddled that hot spot underneath. Then they got wilder and started hitting at my hard peter making it bob and bounce around. They loved how it angled up just above my belly at full hard. They'd pull it way up and let go, laughing as it smacked back down. They even pulled open my pisshole. Rubbed their fingers in and around the ridge of my cockhead. They felt up and down the big vein on top, and the big piss tube underneath. They ran their fingers into my cockhair...which I had in a full array already.
"Then something really wild happened....three girls ran their fingers 'round and 'round my balls, to that flat spot between my nuts and asshole. Geeez, I never knew how hot that is under there. I knew my butt made me hot if I fingered it when I whacked, but this was something else.
"After an hour of this, they all took turns to rub me off. Each one would pull me a few strokes on my steelrod until when I started to bump and bounce on the table. Then they all squeezed a finger around my 7" pud and brought me the fuck off again!!! I shot so much, and my feet kept kickin' up and down and my head and butt were bobbing up and down till I was finally spent all out. I saw three of the girls scooping as much goo as they could their hands on to lick....even fingering it off my dick and cockhairs, and chest. Some licked it right off my body....and even my dick!
"My sister untied me, and gave me my boxers back. I staggered outta the playroom and up the stairs to my room naked, my boxers hanging off my fingers.
"Sarge I couldn't wait to tell every kid I knew what they did to me next day at school, but just then I was so fuckin' tired, and could barely plan getting one foot in front of the other....I just dragged ass to my room and flopped dead away in my bed.
"This went in my diary Sarge....then the finale!!! I thought things were sweaty in my bed after a while. They sure were! I had three girls in my fuckin' bed with me. The same girls that were lickin' up my fuckin' jizz before...wanted more! They pushed my legs up, and one of them was eating out my ass...the next one was sucking my balls, and the last one was suckin' my dick. THENNNNNN, THEY SWITCHED!!!! AND SOON THEY SWITCHED AGAIN! Sarge, I was outta my fuckin' mind!!!! All the mattress shimmying, hands and tongues there in the dark and all over me was so mystery-like, and crazier because it was all in the dark.
"Thenn, oh my goddd! Then, they each took turns riding my big boy poker. My folks were on the other side of the house, and thankfully, my bed didn't squeak. Sarge they rode my peter till I blowed up inside each'a dere pussies. Thennnnnn, they begged me to plow the three of them all over again, but on their backs with their feet wrapped around the back of my neck. While I fucked one, the others kneeled next to me and I would switchoff fingering their cunts and lickin' their nipples. They also got under me a few times and eated at my balls and even up where my cock was plowing their friend's cunt.
"Sarge, I cummed 8 times that night. Twice on the pool table by handle, and 6 times in my bed by cunt. It was almost my biggest ever fuck around in one time."
Robbie Shrum was wild eyed in Sarge's lap as he finished his tale with his hand tight around his pretty pink leaking boy dick. Then he remembered something, and added, "Oh yeh, and I took their panties."
"Tell me, young stud, what was the most times you did blow yur load with the same girl after you first dipped yur wick into her soft, soothy-like cunt petals?"
"Seven, Sergeant. It was Kelleen....when I was 15. We went swimming together skinny-dip ....picnic sorta. We had snacks just in a towel around both of us. We made out, I slipped into her. She said she loved to hear my little gurgly scream when I cummed each time...so we kep' up doin' it." "So," Sarge said, "seven times?"
The kid nodded, and then said, "Yeh, Sarge, then." "You mean there's more to it?" Sarge asked.
Shrum nodded, and said, "We raced to the water....I won. Then as payment for winning, I fucked her in the water...standing and then again, at the edge of the bank. Man, Sarge, it was like...you know, I fucked her in the mud man! It was great! Sarge, man, oh Sarge! It was better than great. That fuckin' mud-slop under us while we fucked made such wild 'Phuluppk! Flupp! Suhlupp!' sounds that made it all so, I don't know....it was so fuckin' HOTTTT! And then, and then," the kid was so excited telling it all, he had Sarge hard as a brick and anxious himself, "and then, I let her rinse me off with mouthfuls of water and water she cupped onto us in her hands, onto her and me. Then we went back to the picnic blanket, I spread ketchup, mustard and salt on her pussy, ate it out, then fucked her the rest of the afternoon ....four more times."
Sarge had been picking Shrum up into the air above his lap as the young stud private finished his cunt fuck story. The kid was so excited he didn't even pay mind to Sarge slicking his fingers in the kid's mouth between breaths and working them through his joy slot.
Sarge gobbed two wads of spit to his hand as the boy was coming down from his superheated tale. Sarge swabbed his big black truncheon with it and lowered Pvt. Shrum on down, slowlee, slowlee, fuckee whiteboi [mb]
Before Shrum knew he was fucked, Sarge's entire rail was up inside the boy, and he could feel Sarge's scratchy cock hairs tickling at his cheeks and bunghole.
The kid never whined, or screamed. The super heated black boy banger made the young soldier tremble with every inch that drove up inside his virgin boypussy. Sweat just oozed out his pores. He never made a sound as he shook, shimmied and quaked on that cockpole. The tears flowed freely as he absorbed the gut-wrenching pain!
A turn to the right and a turn to the left and Sarge was getting himself off by twist-jacking the boy's asshole over his 9 inch prick. Sarge always held off but this cute little cuntboy had him so wired with his stud story, he shot his load within three minutes. He was whirling the boy left and right on his pole so fast the kid started to blubber and spit drooled from his mouth, as his head rocked up and down and side to side like a bobble head doll.
In the last throes of Sarge's bangoff, he bounced the young fucker up and down while he twirled him, and the kid went off like a firecracker himself, shooting ropes of teenboi jizz up his chest and under his neck. Sarge surprised himself when he licked the kid's jam off him and licked it onto the boy's mouth, lips and tongue till it was all gone. He licked all the way up the kid's face from chin to hairs, and told the boy to get down, clean and service Sarge's cock, finger the spooge out of his own asshole and eat it, then get his boxers on, and go back to his bunk. "Gitcher yer little toolbox in here at 11 tonight boy, and we'll see if we can develop some more stories fer you to write in yer 'diary', heah?"
"Yes, Sergeant," the cum licking boy answered. Sarge went into the shower and straightened up the other fuckboy in there. When he heard Pvt. Shrum leave, he shoveled Pvt. Hinds out of the bedroom, shook him alert, and told him he was gonna be able to handle mancock right fine before he graduated 'basic'. Solemnly, Hinds nodded, and mumbled something that sounded like "Yes, Sergeant."
He staggered out and Sarge told him to send Pvt. Hodge to him.
By the time Hinds stumbled down the aisle and up the stairs to get Hodge, Shrum had passed out on his cot. It looked like his toytail cheeks were still trying to squeeze on ol' Sarge's 9 incher the way his boxers kept wigglin' and crinklin'.
The thirty six black boys in the 4 squads were in awe of the whole night's activity....and it wasn't close to done yet.
"Pvt. Hodge reporting as ordered Sergeant," Hodge saluted at attention.
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