'Servicing The Servicemen - Part 2 - The Squadron Princess' {Wendi} ( real MM M^M M-solo MF anal bd reluc con pett interr ) [2!2]
I was allowed four days of travel time to get to my permanent base, which was in the northern tier of the lower 48 continental states, and was given 10 or 12 cents a mile travel pay (I can't remember which it was). I, also, elected to take a 10-day 'delay en route,' which was a short furlough, during which time, I visited my folks and friends. The ten days came out of my yearly 30-day leave time.
A good part of my time, at home, was spent getting my cock and balls fondled by my best friend, Bobby, and jacking and sucking him off. My dear friend, Gerald, and I, also, sucked each other off. The time went by, altogether, too quickly and, all-to-soon, it was time for me to leave my two teenage 'civilian' friends and lovers.
It would have only taken twenty-four hours of train and bus travel to get to my new base, from Mississippi, had I gone there, directly, so I don't know why the Air Force paid me for three extra days. That was fine with me, though, for that gave me some extra money.
I was assigned, as a radio/radar technician, to a Fighter Interceptor Squadron on an ADC (Air Defense Command) Base. The general restructuring and of the Air Force, in 1993, completely, eliminated this Command, as well as SAC (Strategic Air Command). The base was way out in the 'boonies,' and if it wasn't for this little (and I mean 'little') crossroads general store and gas station, a couple of miles outside the base perimeter, all of us that were stationed there would have qualified for 'Isolation Pay.'
I was assigned to a two-man room with another A2c, who had arrived at the base, a few months earlier. His name was Jacob 'Jake' Hollis. He was a Fire Control Specialist and he worked on the 20mm Gatling Guns and controls that were the planes' primary attack weapons. He was a couple of months older than I was, but looked a lot older than my skinny 14-year-old physique. He had a lot more muscles than I had, but was, definitely, not 'muscle-bound.' He was an amiable and handsome devil, and I drooled, just, looking at him. I wondered how he felt about queers, like me, and if we'd get to be 'close' friends. I was, soon, to find out.
I didn't have a car (or even a driver's license, for that matter), but Jake did. One day, about a week after rooming with him, he asked me if I wanted to go into town with him. I didn't quibble with that.
After the evening meal at the Chow Hall, we rushed back to the barracks to 'hit the showers.' The showers were in the latrine (bathroom) and could easily handle six naked GI's. In any event, that's how many shower heads that there were. There were three other guys, just, finishing up with their showers, and in a matter of minutes, Jake and I were all to ourselves. This was the first time that I had seen Jake, totally naked. He was, absolutely, gorgeous! I had to keep turned away from him, so that he wouldn't see my growing hardon.
I had to see, just, how 'amiable' and amenable he was, so I, accidentally on purpose, bumped into his perfect ass with my bony buns.
"Hey, Darling," said Jake, as he, playfully, snapped my skinny ass with his facecloth, "not enough room for ya?"
"Oh, excuse me, all to hell," I said, sarcastically playful, noting that he hadn't recoiled at my 'ass bump.'
"This might have definite possibilities," I thought to myself.
In any event, Jake and I got into his souped-up old Chevy and we tore off the base and roared into town.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Down over to Tony's Pizza," he said. "There's a couple of girls that I know, who hang out there. I want you to meet them. You'll like 'em. They really like to make out."
"Oh, great," I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could.
I hadn't been with a girl in ages. I spent the better part of the previous year sucking and fucking other guys in Basic Training and Tech School, and the prior two years, doing most of the fireman at the local firehouse, back home.
That's not to say I never fucked any girls. I'd fucked my kid sister and two of my cousins, and some other sluts in elementary school, but I had no dates with girls in high school.
Girls were okay but my sexual interests lay elsewhere. I figured that I had better humor my roommate, however.
Jake parked the car and we went into Tony's. We walked over to where two girls were sitting and slid into the booth, next to them.
"Hi," said Jake to the girls. "I want you to meet my roommate, Eddie Darling. Eddie, I want you to meet Judy and Trudy."
"Oh, brother," I thought to myself, "their fucking names even rhyme."
"Hi," chimed both of them, in unison.
"Hi," I replied.
"Your last name is Darling?" said Trudy, the more forward of the two girls. "That is so funny," she continued. "You're a darling of a Darling, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said, turning red.
I had been teased about my name, like forever, by both boys and girls, and was most embarrassed by the girls' taunts. Except for my sister and two of my female cousins, I had, always been ill at ease around girls. This was caused, no doubt, by my penchant for the same sex.
Jake slid in, next to Trudy, a cute, pert green-eyed brunette with short hair. I could see that he had the hots for her. I slid in, next to Judy, a knockout gorgeous blue-eyed honey with long blond hair. I wondered if she was a natural; I couldn't see any dark roots, but she had black eyebrows.
Jake and I ordered a couple of cups of coffee for us and refills of the Cokes that the girls were drinking.
We chitchatted and flirted with one another for quite a while. I would have much rather been flirting with Jake, instead of with Judy, but 'What the hell!'
"Hey," said Jake, "let's go for a ride and drag Main Street, for a while. Then, we can go park. I got something in the car that will get us 'in the mood.'"
"Make out?" I thought. "With a girl? Shit, I ain't EVER done THAT! I don't even know where to begin."
Anyway, we piled into the car, Trudy, in the front seat with Jake, and Judy, in the back seat with me. Judy was all over me in an instant... like flies on shit! What was I supposed to do? I needn't have worried.
She took over. Her arms went around me and kissed the hell out of me, forcing her tongue as far as it would go, into my mouth. I never had another girl kiss me, like that, except for, maybe, my sister, Carrie and my cousin, Julie, and, of course, my boyfriends, Raymie, Billy and Bobby. I, soon, got into the swing of things.
Jake buzzed up and down Main for a while, with Trudy, just about in his lap, while Judy and I made out in the back seat. Shortly, he drove out into the 'boonies,' so we could park.
"I can see that you, guys, don't need anything to loosen YOU up," said Jake, looking back at the two 'wrestlers' in the back seat of his car. "I got some good stuff for us in the trunk, anyway."
He got out of the car, went back to the trunk, and returned with a couple of blankets, a couple of 6-packs of bottled orange pop and a small brown paper bag. From out of the bag, he produced a pint of Everclear 190-Proof 95% Pure Grain Alcohol.
"This'll keep us all nice and warm and lubed," he said. "We're gonna have one hell of a party."
It WAS autumn, and without the car's engine running and the heater on, it cooled off, rather quickly, in this northern clime. I didn't know about the Everclear, though. I wasn't much of a drinker, and had, mainly, consumed only beer and an occasional ginger ale highball or a gin and Squirt. I was, once, laid low, however, by some Coke that was, liberally, laced with some Lemon & Hart 150-Proof Rum, and I wasn't sure if I could handle the 190-Proof stuff.
We put the blankets over our laps and Jake passed out the pop. This was in the days, prior to 'twist-off' caps, so he, also, passed around a bottle opener, which was known as a 'church key,' for some reason or other.
"Drink some of the pop, and, then, pour in a little Everclear," Jake instructed, as he passed the pint around. "Don't put in too much, until you get the taste of it, and don't shake it too hard when you mix it."
We did as we were told. That small amount of the alcohol, which was equal to about three shots of 60-Proof booze, burned, like hell, on the way down to the old stomach.
After a few swigs, I, finally, got used to it, and it warmed me down to my toes. After a few more swigs and after finishing off the first 12-ounce bottle of alcohol-laced pop, I was ready for, just about, anything, or so I thought.
"This is some great shit, Jake," I said, with the girls, also, giving their mutual approval. "It sure hits the spot!"
"I knew you'd like it," said Jake. "Now, let's drink up, cuddle up, and MAKE OUT!"
Obviously, Jake had imbibed in this 'libation,' before, and, apparently, so did both of or dates.
I fixed Judy and myself another round, only, stronger, this time. In no time at all, we were under the blanket, and I had her sweater pushed up and her bra undone, and was feeling up her ample tits. Was I turning 'straight,' or was it, just, the effects of the unfamiliar hooch.
Quicker than you could say 'Jack Robinson,' Judy had my fly fully-unzipped and had her hand, inside, feeling my flaccid cock, through my underwear. I guessed that she had some experience and expertise in this area because, in a flash, her rather adept fingers had worked their way inside the fly of my shorts and were, now, playing with the head of my dick. She was a fast worker. She undid my pants and slid them and my shorts down over my hips. My groin was, now, fully exposed, under the blanket.
I had no idea what Jake and Trudy were up to, in the front seat. I couldn't see either of their heads, but the entire car was rocking, madly.
Judy, meanwhile, continued to stroke my penis and the little thing came to life.
This came as a total surprise to me! For the previous several years, the only girl, who could make me hard, was my sister, Carrie.
Judy, now, had her head under the blanket, in close proximity to my exposed and throbbing cock. She kissed its head and drew it into her mouth. She started sucking it like a pro. I knew, since I had been sucking cocks for years. Instead of getting harder, my poor prick went soft in her mouth. I had no control over it. It was either the effects of the alcohol or the fact that this was a girl sucking my prick and not another guy. I suspect that it was the latter, because I had been fantasizing that it was Jake, who was doing me.
"What's the matter?" said Judy, throwing the blanket aside. "Haven't you ever had a blowjob, before? Maybe, you, just, don't like girls."
"Is that what it is, DARLING?" she asked, sarcastically.
I stuttered and stammered. I didn't know what to say. Both Jake and Trudy had heard Judy's comments. Their heads pooped up over the back of the front seat.
"Sure, he likes girls, don't you?" said Jake, coming to my defense. "It's because of the Everclear. He, just, had too much. Ain't it, Darling?"
"Yeah," I said, lying through my teeth, and knowing that I wished that it were Jake sucking my cock. "I can't take hard liquor. It makes me go soft. I'm sorry."
That seemed to suffice for the girls, but I knew that Jake thought, otherwise, after my subtle ass-bump, earlier, in the shower.
After the four of us straightened out our clothing, we dropped the girls off at their respective houses and headed back to the base. It was about a twenty-minute ride, and, during it, Jake and I got something straight, between us.
"I, just, knew you were queer," Jake said to me, with a smile on his handsome face. "C'mon; slide on over here, next to me."
I was, still, quite drunk and I slid over, next to him. He put his right arm around my shoulders, while he drove with his left. I pressed up against him as hard as I could. I, slowly, wriggled my left arm around his waist and put my right hand between his legs and squeezed.
"Aaaaah," said Jake. "That's the way, Darling. I knew you were a homo, all along. You reek of it. You're so girlie."
Damn! I didn't know that I was THAT obvious! I guess that I was, though.
My cock sprang to life, again, and ached to get out of its confinement and to have another guy hold and stroke it. As tipsy as I was, it wasn't the booze that made me impotent, at all. It was the fact that Judy was 'a girl!'
I continued to massage Jake's rigid cock through his trousers.
When we approached the base's Main Gate and guard shack, Jake said, "You better get over on your side of the car. We don't want the A. P. to make any kind of an issue of our closeness."
I slid over and, practically, hugged the passenger-side door, so as not to arouse any suspicions with the 'gendarme.' He saw the base sticker on the car's windshield and waved us through without even checking our IDs.
I needn't have worried, as the main entrance road was not all that well lighted, once past the Guard Shack.
I scootched over next to Jake, again, for the mile and a half ride left, to the barracks.
Jake dropped me off right in front and he went to park the car. He had to park in the second-to-the-last row of the lot, since the closer rows were filled with the vehicles of earlier returnees and of those who stayed on the base.
I was waiting for Jake and clad, only, in my civilian brief undershorts, when he got back to the room.
I hated those fucking white GI-issue boxer shorts. They were, always, bunching up and trying to turn sideways and getting stuck in the crack of my ass. Not that it was all bad, but I'd rather have something else stuck up there, and, not only in the crack!
Jake looked a little startled when he saw me posed, seductively, on my bunk, in near-nakedness. He sat, down, on his bunk and motioned for me to come over to him.
I, practically, flew across the room, anticipating the long-awaited sexual encounter with my roomie.
"Sit down, here, next to me," he said. "I need to tell you what's what."
I did as I was told, being the obedient sex-slave that I, always, was, and was, always, to be, to any of my innumerable boyfriends.
"First of all," Jake said, "I'm not homo sexual. I just like to play with other guys' cocks and jack them off and have them play with my cock and jack me off. I don't suck cocks and I don't like guys sucking me off, and I don't EVER fuck any guy's ass. Since, I don't have sex with other guys, I'm not a queer. And I don't kiss other guys, either."
Gee, he didn't consider playing with somebody else's cock or jacking it off, sex. I, always, thought that it was! It wasn't until years later that I found out that it WASN'T sex. Neither was giving someone a blowjob. Then President Clinton said so, about his Oval Office 'encounters' with Monica Lewinsky {Lewinski?).
"That's okay with me, Jake," I said, "although, I was kinda hoping for a serious sexual relationship."
"Maybe, I can do a little something for you, my darling, Darling," he said. "I've gotten to know a few of the right people, right here, in the squadron. I know you'd like them, A LOT!!"
"Oh, would you, Jake," I gushed. "I'd love you to pieces for it!"
"Let's not get all mushy about it, sweetie," he replied, in jest.
Oh, joy, oh, joy, oh, joy! I was to 'sample' the real Air Force in the same manner that I 'sampled' it in Basic Training and Tech School. It was the same, EVERYWHERE!
To show my undying gratitude, I undressed Jake, right down to his dog tags. Then, I slipped out of my shorts and eased my roomie back onto his pillow and laid my naked body, down, next to his, while we fondled each other's genitals.
I sat up and turned toward him. With one hand, I reached over and grabbed his lovely cock and started playing with it and rubbing it. With the other, I started, very sensuously, to rub his tummy. He moaned his approval and his cock got as hard as an iron rod. I continued to squeeze and massage his nuts and rub his belly and jack his dick.
His magnificent 'scepter' responded to the multiple manipulation of his 'family jewels' by growing ever larger, and his two red 'rubies' got as hard as rocks, as they generated a load of cum. His hips and pelvis moved with the 'music' that I was 'composing' and he started bucking up and down in sync with the tempo. He, finally, stiffened, and his purple-headed cock spewed forth with a veritable mug's worth of hot love juice. It shot all over him, his bunk, the floor AND me!
"Jesus Christ, that was good!" gasped Jake. "You ARE good! Where did you ever learn all that?"
"I'll never tell, sweetie pie," I said.
I lay back down, next to him, and rubbed the cum that was on his stomach, into his belly hairs, while, all the while, watching his prick shrink down to a mere shadow of its fully aroused state.
Once recovered, Jake performed, practically, the same identical 'ritual' on my groin area. He didn't have the expertise that I possessed, but, then, who did? He did do quite a good job on me, however, and my much smaller cock and balls erupted with a force and volume that were equal to his performance. I was, quite, content to be his 'no sex girlfriend.'
My new 'no sex' boyfriend was amazed as I gathered all of the cum that, literally, covered both of our bodies, with my fingers, and, then, brought then up to my mouth and licked and sucked them clean. He was further amazed to see me suck the cum out of his blankets, and, then, get down on my knees and elbows and lick it all up from the floor.
"You sure are a neat freak!" he said, laughing like a hyena.
"Better to clean it up, now, than to wait until it gets dry and crusty," I replied.
Since it was, now, past 0130, and there was no one about, we wrapped towels around our waists, slipped into our shower clogs, grabbed our soaps and washcloths, and, quietly, went down the hall to the latrine to shave and shower. That way, we wouldn't have to perform those ablutions before going off to breakfast and work in the morning. We had the latrine all to ourselves, and after shaving, we stepped into the shower stall.
We turned two adjacent showerheads on, full force, and luxuriated in the steamy streams. We soaped each other, down, and, thoroughly washed, getting any remaining cum out of our hairs. This, naturally, brought us each another erection, and we were 'obliged' to jack each other off, again, while standing in the shower. After assuring that any remaining and condemning vestiges of our cum were washed, entirely, down the drain, we dried each other off and returned to our room and hit our respective sacks.
Several days later, Jake took me to the Orderly Room to Sergeant Po's office. Master Sergeant Henry Po was the First Sergeant of our squadron. I met him, before, when I, first, arrived at the base, but had nothing, personally, to do with him, since. He was a stocky well-built jovial man of Korean descent, who sported a darling, meticulously maintained pencil-thin mustache. He looked to be in his early thirties.
He had what he called an 'open door' policy, so the door to his office was almost always open.
He was sitting at his desk with a stack of papers in front of him. Jake walked in and I followed him.
"Sgt. Po?" said Jake, as we entered the room.
"Well, well," said Sgt. Po, smiling, broadly, "it's Airman Hollis and Airman Darling, I do believe. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Sarge," said Jake, "I think that Darling, here, might good as one of your 'special cases.' I brought him, here, to set up a 'try-out' appointment."
"Go out and get me a cup of coffee, Burke," Sgt. Po said to the Airman Third Class, who, also, had a desk in the office. "Close the door on your way out and take your time getting back."
Airman Burke went off on his errand and left Hollis and me, alone, with Sgt. Po.
"What can you do?" Po asked me.
"Excuse me, Sarge?" I queried, not knowing, quite, how to answer.
"I, already, know that you must be homosexual for Hollis to bring you in to try out as one of my 'special cases," said Po. "What I want to know is what kind of queer sex are you willing to do?"
"Oh, I'll do anything, Sarge," I replied. I'll do anything, at all!"
"Will you blow me?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," I said, breathlessly.
"Right here and now?"
I, nervously, looked toward the door.
"If you're worried about Burke, don't. He knows not to come back in until I send for him. He's one of my 'special cases,' too."
"I that case," I told the 'First Shirt,' "I'll be more than happy to."
"Excellent, Darling," he said. "Come on over here. Hollis, you can sit over there and watch."
I went behind Sgt. Po's desk and he, already, had his cock out and was stroking it! It was, almost totally, erect, and was a good 61/2 or 7 inches. It was a rather nice cock, by all standards: not too thick and not too thin.
He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs, apart.
"On your knees, son, and show me what you can do," said my newest sexual mentor.
Dutifully, I did as I was instructed. Sgt. Po released his dick and it stood straight up and out, at 'attention.' I grabbed it, near the base, with my right hand, and with my left, I reached into his pants and pulled out his balls and fondled them.
"Ah, you've got the right technique, so far, my boy," he said. "Just keep it up."
I did just that! I jacked and 'massaged' him for a few minutes, and, then, bent down and kissed the swollen head of his dick. He jerked and moaned, slightly, as my ready lips touched his penis and my tongue tickled his piss hole. I, slowly and gently, slid my lips over that throbbing knob and engulfed it and savored it in my mouth.
I followed this by taking in more and more of his tool until it touched the back of my throat and his pubic hairs tickled my nose. While I was bobbing up and down on him, I caught sight of Jake, sitting in a nearby chair and beating his meat like there was no tomorrow.
I kept going up and down on 'Po's poker,' sucking and licking, wildly. Po responded by jabbing his 'wand' harder and harder into my craw. He, finally, grabbed me by the hair of my head, forced his 'weapon' down my throat and poured a 'ton o' cum' down my esophagus.
With my usual expertise, I didn't waste a drop, and swallowed every tasty bit. I, then, sucked any remaining cum out of his dick, and licked it clean. I did, however, cum in my pants.
"You'll do!" gasped Sgt. Po. "You'll do, nicely, indeed! I'll be in touch, Airman. You can be assured of that. Airman Burke will inform you of the time and place of your 'appointments.'"
Jake had shot his wad into his hand and squeezed out whatever was left in his piss hole. He walked over to me, with his limp dick, still, hanging out of his fatigues and put his hand to my mouth. I, greedily, lapped up his cum, licked his palm clean, and, then, licked my lips while savoring every morsel.
"Now, that's a ver nice touch," said Sgt. Po, to me, while he shoved his cock back into his Class A's and zipped up his fly. "You can't be the squadron 'queen.' That title belongs to me, but you'll be the 'princess' in no time. You're dismissed, now, Darling. You, too, Hollis"
As Jake and I left the office, there was Airman Burke, waiting with a steaming cup of black coffee for Sgt. Po.
"Set up some 'appointments' for Darling," I heard Po say to Burke.
Although, initially assigned to work the 1st (Day) Shift (0730 to 1630), Sgt. Po had me transferred to the 2nd (Swing) Shift (1600 to 2400) - 'working girls' hours.' I was told this was to facilitate my so-called appointments.
The squadron operated 24/7 and I was given Saturdays and Sundays off. I was told, though, to be 'on call' for any and all eventualities.
For the first week after meeting with Sgt. Po, I didn't have any 'clients," as Sarge called them. Some of the times that both Jake and I had off, together, were spent with us feeling each other up and jacking each other off. Except when we had our weekends free, this time was, usually, between 0030 and 0230, because Jake worked days.
I found out that I didn't have to, even, report to the shop when (an) appointment(s) was / were scheduled. Sometimes, I didn't report, for days at a time. Most were in my room, but I made 'house calls,' too. I was a regular male call girl.
I performed my usual repertoire of 'tricks' on my tricks. I gave handjobs and blowjobs, got my ass fucked, had my mouth and ass pissed in, took on two or more men at a time, received piss and cum showers (now, known as 'Golden Showers' and 'Bukkake Parties'), and was subjected to rounds of humiliation and sadism.
Nothing was too vile or repulsive for me to do, except 'scat.' I couldn't stomach excrement. Practically no one would give me any 'relief,' as it were. Everyone was 'straight!' HAH!!! I found out that Sgt. Po was collecting money for my services, but I received none of it. My reward was Po's clerk, Burke. He was a real pretty blond boy of 18, and could never wait to suck my cock or for me to fuck him between his rosy asscheeks.
One night, after Sgt. Po finished fucking my ass, he said, "I'm happy to see that you don't mind having sex with me."
"Why should I mind?" I asked.
"Well, I'm of Oriental descent," he said. "And most Caucasians, like you, don't like to have sex with those of another race, especially, men of another race."
"I don't mind doing Asian cocks," I said, "but I won't do black ones. No Negro or South Pacific Islanders. And no Australian aborigines, either."
"What?' he exclaimed. "A homo whore like you is prejudiced? That won't do!"
"It'll have to, Sarge," I replied.
"Well, we'll just have to see if we can change your mind about that, won't we, now, Darling?"
"I don't think so," I answered.
I found out what Sgt. Po meant by that on the following Saturday night. Jake had gone to town on a date with Trudy, so I had the room all to myself. I was lying on my bunk, naked, as usual, and waiting for any unscheduled 'walk-ins.'
All of a sudden, the door burst open and in came Sgt. Po, along with two big black aircraft mechanics from Day Shift.
"We thought that we'd pay you a surprise visit and see if you've had a change of heart," said Po.
"Well' I haven't," I said. "The black guys in high school used to tease me and push me around and call me 'girlie' and 'bitch,' and I don't want to have anything to do with them... EVER!"
"Now, that's just too bad, Darling," continued Po, "but you are a girlie and you're, now, MY bitch, and I'm giving you a direct order to take care of Sgt. Jones and Sgt. Harper."
"I'm sorry, Sgt. Po," I said, "but I can't and I won't."
"I'm sorry, too, boy," said Po, getting frustrated and angry with me. "You don't have any choice in the matter. The good sergeants have, cordially, volunteered to help me to 'persuade' you to change your mind, and I see that you're all ready for us. Grab 'im, boys!"
While Sgt. Po blocked the door so that I couldn't escape, the two black sergeants chased me around the room until they caught me. They were both pretty burly, and, soon, they overpowered me. That wasn't too hard, since each outweighed me by a good forty to fifty pounds. I was pretty skinny (125#) for a young man of my height - five-nine. I was almost rejected for enlistment because of my weight, or, rather, the lack of it.
They came prepared with several five or six-foot lengths of clothesline. Sergeants Jones and Harper each held me by one of my arms and forced me backward onto my bunk. With Sgt. Po, now, pinning back my arms, the two black mechanics doubled me in two, at the waist, forced my legs up behind my neck, as if in some sort of lewd and obscene yoga position, and tied them, there, with a length of the clothesline. My bony body, easily, conformed to being bent in half, that way. I was quite a bit more limber, back then, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on me. They, then, propped me up in order for me to see them.
All three of my captors began undressing. I, already, knew, exactly, what the First Sergeant looked like, having 'serviced' him numerous times. I was, totally, amazed at Jones and Harper, though. (I had seen, only, one uncut cock, before, in my life, on one of the fireman at the neighborhood firehouse in my hometown, and I'd, never, seen a black one, not even in the shower after gym class in high school. I, always, managed to not take one rather than be in a position like the one that I was in, now.) But, here I was, staring at two monstrous black AND uncut cocks. They were bigger, soft, than most cocks were, hard!
They weren't soft, much longer. Sgt. Po saw to that. While they stood before me, in the nude, St. Po jacked one in each hand until both black dicks were stiff and straight and ready for action. They were, now, IMMENSE! At least, nine inches long and a good inch-and-a-half thick!! The sight of their 'monster members' got me all hot and bothered, and my limp little dick swelled to its full measly five-and-a-quarter inches.
"Look at the bitch's little prick!" laughed Sgt. Jones. "It's about the same size as a large clitoris."
"Must be he's ready for us," mused Sgt. Harper.
"No. I'm not!" I shot back. "Untie me and let me go or I'll report you."
"To who?" said Sgt. Po. "I'm the First Sergeant and approve or reject and, then, sign the reports. Go to it, my lovelies!"
Jones and Harper turned me sideways on my bunk and pushed me on my back. I couldn't do a damned thing. I was trussed up, like a pig waiting to be skewered. I felt the relative coolness of the room air on my fully exposed and waiting asshole.
Sgt. Po handed Jones a big jar of Vaseline, which he took out of the AWOL (gym) bag that he brought with him. I saw Jones greasing up his cock and, then, he took two fingers-full and, liberally, slathered it, in and around my quivering 'rosebud.'
Sgt. Jones mounted me and I felt his cock at the entrance to my 'girliehood.' I tried closing my sphincter and rectal muscles as tight as I, possibly, could, so as to prevent his insistent penetration, but it was to no avail. He was too big and too strong and he forced himself into me. There was no shortstopping! He went in all the way to the hilt!
I screamed!
"My, God, no! Stop!!" I shrieked. "I beg of you! You're killing me! You're busting me open!!!"
"Hey, he's praying to you!'" roared Harper to Jones. "He wants to pay homage to your 'idol!'"
"He prays too loud, Harp," said Jones, as he 'explored' my innards. "Why don't you put something in his mouth?"
"I got, just, the thing for him, Jonesy," replied Harper.
Sgt. Harper walked over to side of the bunk, where my head lay, and said, "Open up, honey. You're about to get a REAL treat!"
I kept my jaws and teeth clenched and my lips and mouth, tightly closed. I had no intention of sucking on his 'black beauty.' It didn't help. Sgt. Po came over and held my nose with one hand until I couldn't breathe, while he jacked, himself, off with his right hand. When I gasped for air and opened my mouth, Harper jammed that ramrod of his into my mouth. For someone who refused to service black men, I was, now, taking it in both ends, form the two biggest cocks that I had ever seen, black OR white.
Jones fucked my ass while Harper fucked my face. Sgt. Po knelt over and next to me, on my bunk, and stroked his yellow-brown cock, while he, intently, watched the two black NCO's fuck the hell out of me. As usual, when I got fucked in my rectum, the initial searing pain morphed into the most warm and pleasurable ecstasy. I entered into that sublime realm of pure primal lust.
I felt my body responding to the sexual stimulation. Trussed up, as I was, my pelvis, still, started its involuntary gyrations and my hips and 'pussy-hole' tried to move up to meet every one of Jones' inward thrusts. My butt muscles squeezed and massaged his pool cue every time it jammed up into my colon. Meanwhile, Harper continued to give my face a good fucking. He held my ears and rammed it into my mouth and down my throat.
From my helpless position, all I could see was the underside of his cock and his brutish black balls, which slapped against my nose and eyes, every his prick 'tickled my tonsils.' I gagged, just about every time, but I didn't retch, even once.
I felt both of their cocks flaring out and growing even larger, inside me. I knew that it was, 'just about THAT time!' The two sergeants' bodies stiffened, and their big cocks, simultaneously and repeatedly, furiously shoved into me. Their balls unloaded all their sperm - Jones', up my ass, and Harper's, down my throat. I, eventually, gulped down every bit of Harper's spunk. In an involuntary response, I convulsed and shot my wad up and all over, and Sgt. Po shot his copious amount all over my chest, abdomen, and groin.
Just about that time, the door opened and four more blacks entered my room. I had never met any of them, before, but, subsequently, learned that they were, also, part of my squadron.
"You're just in time for the party," said Sgt. Po. "Airman Darling, over here, says that he's all warmed up and rarin' to go for you. Aren't you, sweetheart?"
I couldn't say a word. My mouth was, still, full of cum, and I was, still, swallowing.
"Darling is a real darlin', boys," laughed Jonesy. "He's all yours."
They stripped down to nothing, in no time. None of their penises were circumcised, either, and they were all, just as large as Jones' and Harper's. They jacked each other's cocks to life and the first one to get hard, approached my rear end with his pecker in his hand.
"She all looks wet and slick enough," he mused. "No need to lube 'er up, anymore."
Another black straddled my chest and 'offered' his 'endowment' to my lips. I didn't want them bruised any more than they, already, were, so I willingly and obediently obliged, opened my mouth.
"Lookee here," he said. "The bitch can't wait to chow down! I want to watch her face when I fuck it."
I accepted the overly large organ into my mouth and felt that of my other new lover searching for my love hole. One of the two remaining men had a novel idea.
"Let's all do the slut, at the same time," he said. She got a couple of extra holes. Let's make her snort some cum. Then, we can all switch around."
"That's cool, man," said the other.
So, with Po, Jones, and Harper having sex or whatever with one other, while watching me get double-fucked, again, the last two bucks knelt on either side of my head, and began to beat their respective meat.
There we were. I was getting butt-fucked and face-fucked for the second time, that night and with two other studs kneeling on either side of my head, preparing to do who knows what, to me.
Still hog-tied, I was, again, being raped in my pussy-ass and my pussy-mouth. Those black guys sure had some stamina. They fucked me like wild stallions fucking their mare. They, certainly, had cocks as big as stallions did, or so I thought, at the time.
I was getting fucked like the world's lowest whore, and I was loving it, as usual. I would have been moaning in sheer blissful ecstasy, had I not had my mouth full of big black cock. I don't have to tell you that my body was up to its normal involuntary tricks: writhing and wriggling its hips and pelvis and squeezing the cock in its ass. That's to say nothing of the perpetual state of hardness in which its dick was.
Meanwhile, numbers three and four, who were, still, kneeling on either side of my head, had jacked themselves into simultaneous ejaculations. When they, just, started to shoot, they centered the piss holes of their pricks in my nostrils, and let go. My nasal cavities filled up with their hot spurting cum and it leaked down my throat. I couldn't breathe with that other cock filling my mouth. I had no choice but to snort their slime up my nose and down my throat. I couldn't count how many times I had to snort. I had never been subjected to anything like that, before. I, certainly, now, understood what they meant by making me 'snort some cum!' This sort of sordid rape went on, all night. I have, subsequently, snorted cum many more times during my homo whore career, although, I don't really like to do it. While I was busy with the snorting, I felt more hot cum being pumped up my ass and down my throat. Snorting cum up one's nose and swallowing it, while swallowing the cum being ejected by the cock in one's mouth is something one has to experience, to know what it's, really, like. My little dickie did its usual thing. It shot out whatever my small nuts held. My cum shot up and over my groin and belly, again, and over the one guy's belly and the other one's back and butt.
Po, Jones, Harper, and their four buddies rotated positions and took their turns with me until midnight or so. They were, much to my relief, finally, finished with my total indoctrination into homosexual interracial sex. Po untied me. I could hardly unwind my body, from being tied in that doubled-over position, for so long a time. When I was, finally, able to sit up, all the cum that was 'stored' in my colon flowed out of my ass and onto my bunk.
"Better turn in your blankets at linen exchange on Monday morning," laughed Sgt. Po.
They weren't through with me, yet, and all seven of them were sitting around, still, naked.
"Go out and get two mop buckets filled with nice warm water," said Po.
I wrapped one of my towels around me and did as I was told. I could feel the juices leaking out of my rectum and down my legs. When I came back, like the whore that I'd become, I was ordered to suck out any remaining cum out each one of their cock's pisshole. Then, I had to use my personal soap and washcloth and wash all the cum off their genitals and bodies, wipe them off and, finally, pat and dab them dry with my personal towels.
"I hope that you've learned your lesson, Darling," said Sgt. Po.
"Oh, I have; I have!" I told him.
"You're not going to refuse to have sex with blacks, anymore, or anyone else that I set up for you, are you? You know we can, easily, do this over and over, again, until you're 'converted.'"
"No, I won't, Sarge; er... yes, I will," I stammered. "I mean I'll do blacks and anybody. You've all taught me not to discriminate against any race."
"Looks like our little whore, Darling, has learned her lesson," smirked Jonesy. "I hope you'll be more receptive to us, the next time we pay you a visit."
"I will, Sgt. Jones. You don't have to worry about that."
They were, now, all dressed and ready to leave.
"I, still, have to think of an appropriate punishment for you for refusing that direct order," said Po. "What would you prefer, an Article XV or something more creative, tailored just for you?"
"ANYTHING but an Article XV, Sarge," I begged. "Please!"
"Whatever you say, Airman," he replied. "We'll do it, next Saturday at, say, 1930."
I, now, had a week to wonder, worry, and keep the appointments for which Sgt. Po had, already, had me scheduled.
The week went by, all too fast, and, soon, it was 1930 on the following Saturday. Jake didn't have a date with Trudy, so he was in the room with me. We were, both, laying on our respective bunks, in our T-shirts and fatigue pants, listening to one of the local radio stations, when there was a knock on the door.
"C'mon in," said Jake.
In walked Sgts. Po, Jones, and Harper, all dressed in civies. Sgt. Po had his AWOL bag with him.
"Are you ready for your punishment, Airman?" Sgt. Po asked me.
"As ready as I'll ever be, Sarge," I replied.
"Good, good. Now, strip naked," he said.
Jake, just, sat on his bunk and didn't say a word. He knew that the First Sergeant was pimping me out and I told him about my ordeal on last Saturday and about my impending punishment scheduled for that night.
"We're going to go down to the far latrine, this time, Darling," said Po. "You can come along, too, Hollis," he said to Jake. "You'll see what happens to someone who disobeys one of my 'special' direct orders."
With Sgt. Po, in the lead, and Jake following, close behind, Jones and Harper held me, one under each arm, and escorted me, totally unclad, down to the latrine at the far end of the hall. Since almost all of the rooms at the far end of the barracks were unoccupied, that latrine wasn't used very much.
Before we got there, Sgt. Po reached into a mop closet, took out a couple of 'CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE' signs and hung them on each of the doors. After we entered, Sgt. Po told Jake to lock both of the doors.
Jones and Harper marched me into the shower room and had me stand with my back to the far wall. Po reached down into his AWOL bag and pulled out two five or six-foot lengths of clothesline. He tossed one to Jones and one to Harper. They coiled one length around each of my wrists and tied them.
"I have a special little 'toy' for you, son," said Sgt. Po, as he, once again, dipped into his 'goody bag.'
He pulled out a rubber item that was shaped like half of a 2-inch diameter ball on one end and tapered down to about a quarter-inch on the other end. It was about three, maybe four, inches long. It had about a 12-inch cord coming out of the center of the ball end. I found out, later, that it was called a 'butt plug.' He handed the weird-looking thing to Jones. He pulled out the jar of Vaseline, unscrewed the top, and handed it to Harper.
"Bend over, honey," he said to me. Grab your ankles and smile, pretty, for the good sergeants."
I bent over as far as I could. Sgt. Jones spread my cheeks as far as they would stretch, and Sgt. Harper greased up my asscrack and asshole with the Vaseline. Jones, then, applied a liberal coat of the lubricant to the plug that he was holding.
"Well, get it on up in there, Jonesy," said Po.
With that, Sgt. Jones eased the tapered end of the toy past my sphincter muscle and attempted to insert the ball end. It wouldn't go in and I grimaced and groaned.
"Push out, Darling," said Po, "like you're gonna take a shit. You should be pretty well all stretched out from all the cocks you've had in the past week."
I pushed and the plug slid past my sphincter and up into my shit chute. They had me stand up and the attached cord dangled out of my ass and trailed, like a tail, down between my legs. They, then, had me extend my arms over my head and tossed the clotheslines, which were tied to my wrists, up over the water pipes. They hoisted me until, only, the balls of my feet and my toes touched the shower floor.
I knew that there had to be more and I was right! Good ol' Sgt. Po, now, brought out a medicine bottle containing a clear liquid. He unscrewed the cap and put the bottled to my lips.
"Drink up, my darling little Darling," he said.
It felt oily on my lips and I didn't like its smell, so I wouldn't open my mouth.
"Somebody hold his nose so he can't breathe and opens up," directed Po.
My dear roommate popped right up and pinched my nostrils, together. Traitor!
After about a minute, I gasped for air and Sgt. Po poured the whole bottle down my throat. It WAS oily and the taste wasn't that good, but it wasn't bad enough to make me gag or retch, either.
I found out, later, that I was forced to drink something called Croton Oil, and that it was a drastic purgative, a lot more drastic than ten times the amount of Castor Oil.
"It won't be long, now," said Po. "No one can last more than ten or fifteen minutes. At least, I've never seen anyone last longer than that."
I was hung, like a side of beef and wondering what was to transpire. I found out, post-haste. In a short time, my stomach started rumbling. Then, my intestines started to churn. My lower bowel tract was in complete turmoil. I had to take bad shits, before, especially, when I was filled with come, but it appeared that this was going to be THE SHIT OF ALL SHITS! But I couldn't let it out! The plug was stuck up my ass, and being that I was strung up, I couldn't spread my legs, in order to shit it out.
"Give him a good tummy massage," said Po. "Really work his belly over."
Jones and Harper were more than happy to oblige. They pushed in and kneaded my gut until I cried for mercy. It was rumbling so much, that it was unbelievable. And my belly was starting to distend.
"PLEASE, let me go and take a shit," I cried. "PLEASE! I'm gonna burst."
"You won't burst, Darling," replied Po. "I'll let you suffer a while longer, and, then, shame you a bit. Maybe, now, you'll think twice before you refuse to take an order from me. You're also going to have to apologize to me and to Sgt. Jones and Sgt. Harper."
"I'll never disobey you, again, Sgt. Po," I said. I apologize for refusing your order and I apologize to Sgt. Jones and Sgt. Harper. I'll never refuse to have sex with then or with any other black man, ever again. I promise. I'll be your bitch, slut, whore... whatever you want; only, PLEASE, LET ME SHIT!!!"
"Apologies accepted, sweetheart," said Po. "Now, yank the plug out of him, Jones, but stand back!"
Sgt. Jones grabbed the very end of the cord that was attached to the plug that was thoroughly seated up my bottom. He pulled, once, and then, twice, and as they say, "All shit broke loose." My bowels broke loose with a roar. A stream of shit shot out of me, along with a long deafening fart. I had been humiliated, before, but never quite that badly. I was hung up by my wrists and was shitting all over the shower floor and myself, while my First Sergeant, the two black sergeants and my roommate watched. The stench was, almost, unbearable.
"Better turn on all the shower heads and hose him and the shower, down, before you cut him down," said Sgt. Po after I was through defecating all over me and the shower room. "You wouldn't want to step in anything."
The showerheads had been positioned to train their streams on me, beforehand. The full force of the hot water was very therapeutic after my total purge and humiliation. It washed all the grossness down the drain. The water was turned off and I was cut down and released.
"For the last part of your punishment," said Sgt. Po, "you're to remain, here, in the latrine, and scrub and disinfect the entire shower room. Then, scrub and disinfect all the urinals and commodes and scrub the floors. You're not to leave until you're finished. Airman Hollis will inspect it for me when you've finished. Is that clear?"
All four of them left, and I went to mop closet for the buckets, mops, rags, Windex, Spic 'N' Span, Lysol and PineSol. I worked at it for a good two or three hours. It was as clean as a whistle when I finished. I unlocked the latrine doors, removed the signs, and put everything away in the mop room.
I had to walk the length of the hallway, back to my room, alone and in the nude, since I had no towel or clothing with me. I received a few catcalls and whistles on my way, down, but I was used to that. They all knew me for what I was. I didn't mind a bit. Hollis went to inspect my work and said that he never saw the latrine look so good.
Over the next 21/2 years, until my 'honorable' discharge from active duty, my situation with Sgt. Po and the rest of the squadron remained, quite, the same. I, still, jacked off Hollis and he jacked me off and he'd always watch me eat/drink his and my cum. I never, ever, again, refused to jack, suck or fuck black cocks, and Sergeants Jones and Harper, as well, as the other four men (whose names I've, since, forgotten) were some of my best clients until they were transferred to other bases. There was an unending stream of horny GI's that were ready to replace them, however. Even Jake Hollis was transferred for his last year. I, then, had a room, all to myself.
I, normally, would have been transferred, also, but Sgt. Po fixed it for me to stay on as his personal bitch and whore. Sometimes, I had so many appointments, that I didn't venture out to the shop for days or even weeks at a time.
Sarge even had my AFSC (Air Force Specialty Code) changed to Senior Clerk or something like that. I became his personal clerk and lackey, in addition to being his subservient sex slave.
I worked for him in his office, just as Airman Burke had done, previously, except I did a little more than, just, bring him his coffee. I sucked his cock anytime either of us got the whim, and he fucked me, at my desk, almost, every day. He even waived Time in Grade for me and got me promoted to Airman First Class (now, called Sergeant) in under three years.
I serviced Black, Hispanic, White, and Asian cocks, cut and uncut. I did Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu and Shinto cocks. Race and religion AND nationality made, absolutely, no difference to me, anymore. Cum was cum! I became an equal opportunity cocksucker and whore.
There were very few, if any, female enlisted personnel on the base at that time and none in the squadron, so there was always some guy looking for sex. The townie girls, like Trudy and Judy, would never even go out with a black man, much less have sex with one. The same was true for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans. I had more clients of those races and nationalities than I could handle.
It was interesting to note, though, that none of them considered themselves to be homosexuals. I was one because I sucked their cocks and they fucked my ass, but they weren't, even though their cocks were the ones that I was sucking and having shoved up my butt. They were just MACHO. HAH! 'Macho Man,' just like the song of the same name by the Village People!
I, once, let it slip that my femme name was Wendi. After that, I was no longer Airman Edwin Darling. I was 'Wendi' Darling... 'Squadron Princess Wendi.'
Well, so much for my career in the United States Air Force. I didn't get to utilize my electronic training, very much, but I did get a lot of OJT (On the Job Training) in other areas.
Please, feel free to e-mail me with your comments: Wendi at sweetwendi61704@yahoo.com.