Hey guys, sorry it took so long to get this one posted, but part life is in session and computers crash when you need them the most. I had to rewrite this part because it, along with a couple of new story lines and chapters to A Very Good Day and Danny and Me. I needed the practice I guess. I hope this was worth the wait. And, as always play safe
The Little Ghost, Pt 2: The Long Weekend
As we rode back to post, we got a little background on each other. I had just joined the Army after 4 years in the Marines and 11 months and 16 days as a civilian--actually I'd been in for a little over a year between medic's AIT, Army PLDC, and BNCOC, all at Ft. Sam Houston--plus the weeks in between each just killing time; Airborne and Air Assault refresher schools, and come to earth in Kentucky, yeehaw, currently looking to be posted to the hospital and attached to Division HQ.
Baker was 23, born and raised in Compton, CA; he was the third child and only son of a single mother, and he, like me had figured out his `orientation' by the eighth grade. He had done well enough in High School and had even started at Community College, but he'd also gotten hooked up with a gang--he made no bones about that at all--and had gotten into petty trouble, but nothing too bad when one of his bros (and his secret boyfriend) was gunned down right in front of him. That's when Baker became the Little Ghost. He skipped ahead about a year at this point to when he'd joined the Army. He'd been in for a little over 2 years, had enlisted as a grunt, but was currently at division HQ as a driver for a staff officer.
We pulled up to the transient barracks just as the NCOIC was about to call the formation. I left Ghost with the truck so he could run about 45 minutes of errands, and jogged to the parade ground. The formation went by quickly--everybody wanted to be free for the weekend--we got the direct order "Don't Drink and Drive"; 1ST Sergeant take charge; "see you at 0800 Monday Morning. Fall out!" A couple of soldiers spoke to me and one, a really cute little blond boy, asked if I could give him a ride--since he was a fellow medic (and fucking cute) I told him "sure". I'd already told Ghost I was gonna change clothes and bring a bag, so I followed PFC Bradley Rivers' cute little ass (did I mention he was fucking cute?) into the barracks.
I changed into comfortable, worn, faded jeans and a white t-shirt and was packing an overnight bag.
"Sarge?" I turned to see Rivers standing there in his boxers and flip flops with a towel over his shoulder. "Can I take a quick shower?"
"Sure, I was gonna brush my teeth, so we got a couple of minutes." I'd brush the enamel off my teeth to get an eyeful of that cute little blondy. I grabbed my gear and followed him to the bathroom. The building had been old before WWII; it was in a wing of what had once been the hospital. Built in 1920, ideas about indoor plumbing had evolved, so the bathroom was a hodge-podge, because of that, the showers were a corner of the room rather than a room by itself, so the mirrors over the sinks gave an unobstructed view of the showers and changing area.
Rivers was already under the water by the time I had started brushing. He had his back to me as I looked at him in the mirror--what I saw was so stunning that I almost swallowed the toothpaste, brush and all--Rivers' back was perfectly tanned to a deep golden brown, as if it had been airbrushed onto him. There was a tiny triangle of lighter skin just at the top of his ass crack--the boy tanned in a thong I surmised--his ass was as exquisitely tanned as the rest of him, looking like perfect halves of a hamburger bun top sans sesame seeds--there was a perfect gluteal fold where his legs began; perfection continued from there to the floor.
Luckily the restroom was empty but for the two of us, or I would have been caught brazenly staring. As it was, I was so engrossed by the gorgeous display, that I was still mesmerized when Rivers turned around. I couldn't tear myself away quickly enough, and he caught me; our eyes locked for an instant before I was able to return to what I had been doing (what had I been doing? Oh yeah, brushing my teeth). Out of the corner of my eye I saw a crooked little smile come to his face as he continued to look at me to see if I would look again. As I rinsed my mouth and gargled I took another glance, he was openly checking me out--looking me over as he elaborately washed his package--I spit out the mouth wash and, as I wiped my mouth, I watched him. As I watched, he rinsed himself off and deliberately showed off his endowment. He was looking at me as he cupped his hairless sac and stroked his dick rather absently; I looked him over, smooth worked out chest, 8-pack abs, buff arms and sculpted legs, a boyish face with soulful brown eyes and a thick mop of blond hair completed the inventory. My eyes were draw back to his genitals; a neatly trimmed, dark blond, low cut bush wreathed the base of his dick, which was semi hard and looked like it would firm up some where in the 7 to 8 inch range and promised to have a respectable girth--all this and the lad was only 20.
I gathered up my kit and tossed my towel over my shoulder; I turned and faced him directly--our eyes locked and a knowing look passed between us--I relaxed and headed out the door.
"I'll be along directly." He called after me in a smooth tenor voice.
I headed to my room to finish packing up my weekend needs. As an NCO, I had a room to myself, whereas the rest of the floor was open bay with bunk beds and wall lockers serving as partitions; RHIP. I'd heard the water go off as I left the bathroom and assumed that Rivers would get ready quickly, and we'd have several minutes to kill as I didn't expect the Ghost back for at least 20--more likely 30 minutes--or more. I really didn't expect what happened next.
"Hey, Sarge," Rivers said from the doorway.
I looked up and there he stood, still wrapped in his towel; he held clothes in one hand and a bottle of lotion in the other. He stepped through the door as he continued talking.
"Since we're up here alone," he said with the slightest emphasis on `alone,' "could you, uh, help me with the, uh, lotion on my back?"
"Sure." I said, maybe just a little too quickly to be nonchalant, oh well.
He closed the door and clicked the lock, tossed his clothes on the other bunk in the room, and handed me the lotion as he stepped past me towards my bunk. I opened the lotion and squirted some into my hand as I turned into his wake. He was about two steps away, by the foot of the bunk, when he dropped the towel to the floor. My breath caught as I beheld that beautiful body and that luscious ass. I stepped up behind him and smeared the lotion across his back and began to spread it and rub it with both hands. I started at the top of his shoulders and rubbed the lotion in going down both sides of his back. I grabbed the lotion up again and drizzled some more across his back and continued to rub his back--relishing the silky skin under my hands. I rubbed the lotion down to the top of each perfect ass cheek when Rivers straightened up and said over his shoulder;
"Oh yeah Sarge, while I think of it--can you uh, give me a, a uh a RTR on uh . . . on doing a hernia check?"
Silence for about a beat and a half.
"You want me to show you how to do a hernia check on you?"
"No, uh, I know how to do it--I just want to make sure--you know, I thought I could try it on you and you could make sure I was, you know like uh . . . doing it . . . correctly."
Another pause;
"Sure, why not."
He spun around, his face showing some color and his dick showing some real interest in the "training" that was about to happen. His hands quickly undid my jeans and, in the blink of an eye, they along with my boxer briefs, were around my ankles and he was on his knees, my balls in his right hand and the base of my rapidly hardening dick in his left; he swallowed Mr. Happy as soon as he was all the way up. I sighed as Rivers took me deep in his throat three times in rapid succession then pulled off and smirked up at me,
"Well, what do you think of my method?"
"Unorthodox, but effective," I gasped "Damn son."
He began sucking in earnest; in about two minutes I was starting to feel the edge.
"Damn baby," I wheezed, "I'm `bout to nut."
He pulled off--"Not yet"--he said as he stood and grabbed the lotion. He lubed his love chute and then put a thin coat on my man rammer; turned around and impaled himself with a grunt and a sigh.
"Am I checking you for hemorrhoids now?" I asked as I began fucking his tight ass.
"No, you're checking my prostate." He groaned as he stroked his eight inches of joy.
His oral skills had brought me close, so I wasn't gonna last too much longer.
"I'm gettin' close kid."
"Hang on" He gasped, "I'm right there with you . . . Oh yeah . . . Here . . . it comes! Uuuuh yeah."
He shot spooge half the length of the bed, and lots of it. As he nutted, he tensed his ass, and that was just the little nudge I needed to push me over the edge. I unloaded like a freight train and panted and snorted like a race horse after the final sprint home. Still inserted, I hugged his upper body to me as I caught my breath. He reached over his shoulder and pulled my face to his. We kissed until we were both soft. I stepped away and mumbled, "I gotta piss."
"I'll be right there," his normal tone of voice recovered.
I grabbed my kit bag as I skipped out to the bath room. The barracks was still deserted. I pissed and took the opportunity to give my dick a quick swipe with soap and water. I was just zipping my kit bag up as Rivers, fully dressed, came into the room and headed for the toilets.
"Gimme a sec." he said as he stepped into the stall.
"I'll wait for you outside." I responded.
I put my kit away, grabbed my weekend bag, locked my room and headed down to the picnic tables in the "quad" between wings of the barracks, sat down and waited. Not long as it turned out, Rivers was down and out the door in less than five minutes.
"Damn Sarge, that was way hot and way fun," he said with a grin.
"Just for curiosity's sake," said I, "how did you know I swung that way--looking at you in the bath--I could just be a perv or something."
"We already met," he responded, "at the PX." Then he added in a low voice, "In the bathroom," when I gave him a blank look. "You gave me my very first blowjob at my new duty station!" he said in a cutesy voice.
"Well, welcome to Ft. Soup." I said as dourly as I could manage.
We shot the shit for a few more minutes and Baker showed back up with my truck.
"You ready Big Sarge?"
"We're gonna give Rivers here a ride to . . . Where are we taking you?"
"A high school bud of mine is stationed here; he lives off of Tiny Town Road."
"In the apartments or the trailer park?" Baker asked.
"The trailer park." Rivers said.
"K' I know where that is. You want me to drive?" He asked me.
"Cool wi' me." I said as I flipped the passenger seat up and hopped up over the bulkhead and into the Scrambler's back seat. I pulled the seat back down and Rivers slid his cute little ass into the passenger seat.
The Ghost steered us out the main gate and back the way we'd come less than 90 minutes before. We chattered back and forth as Ghost negotiated what was whimsically referred to as an "express way". About 15 minutes later we turned and pulled into a trailer park as shabby as the one Ghost lived in, turned down a row of converted travel trailers and stopped at one marked "Redneck HQ". I frowned and was about to say something when Baker piped up,
"Yo, your partner wouldn't be Josh Johnson would it?"
"Actually yeah!" Rivers replied.
"I know that nigga, he a stone col' dancin' foo'!"
"That's Josh alright. How'd you meet him?"
"We were in the same company before I got posted to HQ."
"You guys wanna say hi?"
"Sure," Baker said as he put the truck in park and shut it off. I shrugged and got out to stand behind the cute little blonde boy. I followed him up to the door and turned back to face my Lil' Ghost as Rivers knocked and hollered for his friend. The Ghost had a smug look on his face as he gave me a wink. I gave him a questioning look in return as heard the door open and the two friends meet each other. When I turned around I almost fell over standing there was handsome young man that I'd had blown earlier that day, right before I met the Ghost. I missed a beat, but Josh didn't;
"Pleased to meet you Sergeant." He said with a pleasant a smile and a firm hand shake.
"Yeah, um Josh . . . Good to meet you."
"You know this character?" he said, gesturing toward Baker.
"Yeah, I'm supposed to be assigned to Division HQ an' lil' Ghost here volunteered to be my tour guide."
"He'll show you plenty I'll bet." He said with a knowing look at Baker.
I pretended to be oblivious to the double meaning and smirked. Then I said,
"You're gonna protect my young colleague this weekend I trust."
"I'll take care of him alright . . . as a matter of fact I was about to take him to the Mall and show him the High Culture of Clarksville."
I laughed at that, and added "Don't hurt yourselves looking."
We said our good byes and Ghost and I got back in the truck and drove off. To my surprise we didn't double back, instead we drove deeper into the park and over a few rows and voila! The same old Mercury Monarch in front of the same shabby trailer.
"I'll be damned," I said by way of comment.
"Yeah it's spread out--no zoning or land use rules--so, you know Josh too."
"Yeah--I met him right before I met you. You came in about five minutes after he nutted; just a quick "straight boy" blow job." I added air quotes for emphasis.
""Straight boy' my ass," Ghost responded, mimicking my gesture. "I'd bet he ain't had pussy since pussy had him."
"Oh" I said archly, "You know this to be true . . ."
"Yep," he said with a smirk, "we were roomies, about a week or so after I got here we exchanged fluids at the old gym. After that he tried to play the `straight boy' thing, you know 68" I gave him a questioning look, "You know, you blow me and I owe you one."
"Yeah he came off that way at the track" I said.
"Once he gets drunk' though" air quotes again, "after half a beer I'm so drunk. I won't remember anything' sort a thing. The boy couldn't get enough dick--man on weekends . . . I'd practically fuck him to sleep Friday night and wake up with him suckin' my dick Saturday mornin' . . . I was almost glad when Monday rolled around. I got this place just have a place to fuck him without lettin' the whole company know what was up."
"He gives you a real workout eh?'
"You know it. We fucked around for almost a year; then I went to PNCOC, then he went to PNCOC, and then Repel Master course and I got moved up to Division. We never made it a regular thing again. I'll tell you what though, `bout two, two-n-a-half months ago I did the wildest thing ever with him."
He paused, by this time we'd parked the truck, come inside and I'd helped him put the groceries away. He'd turned on the big screen to ESPN and muted it and opened a beer. He sipped at it now in reflective silence. I waited. After a minute or two I broke the silence,
"Well . . . `the wildest thing ever' . . ."
"Oh, yeah okay, it was like this; we did a division field problem, so everybody and everything is in the woods. I'm at CTOC with my truck, doin' perimeter guard an' all that, when the General calls a staff meeting for all CO's an' the XO called for all operations staff for right around sundown. Anyway, Josh was drivin' for his battalion S2, so when he got there he hunted me up and we was choppin' it up with him kinda hinting for us to hook up for a private moment. I was taking him to where my truck was parked so we could hook it up in the back real quick. All Hell broke loose just then--we were being aggressed by the SF and SOAR group. So we jumped into the fighting position by the truck an' started to do the stand to and shoot back. We were in the hole for like 15 minutes when we realized that all the action was on the opposite side of the position--we didn't go over there so's nobody would attack from our direction and surround the TOC. Anyway, Josh n' me are in the fighting position when the NCOIC came around and told us to stay put an' keep a lookout an' shoot it up if it came in site. He told us not to stand down until somebody we knew told us to."
He paused and drank from his beer--I noticed a conspicuous lump starting to form at the front of his pants--I took the opportunity to slide over to the couch next to him. As I started to massage that prominence he continued;
"After bout another 30 minutes nothin' had moved and there was no noise, so we started whispering back n' forth n' pretty soon J mentions that he just drank down a shot of Baytussin (cough syrup that's 35% alcohol and contains codeine) an' he said, I'm like totally fucked up'; I thought nah, he ain't wanna do that' but then he said I'm so fucked up' again. Then I slipped over to his side of fighting position; he'd dropped his WEBB gear an' shirt an was leaning forward with that ass jutted out. I dropped my gear and grabbed a little thing of SurgiLube an' stepped right up behind him--rubbin' up against that ass--n' he pushed back against my dick. I reached around and undid his belt an' pants and slid em down. I tilted my helmet back an dropped to my knees behind him and peeled his drawers down off his but an' let his rock hard dick flip out. I started tonguing that ass gettin' him ready. I got my own shit out an' lubed it up. I stood up and lined it up an got the head in an' he slid down on it til I bottomed out. I started fuckin' an' Josh was kinda moanin' low when I heard somebody moving around at the back of the net, behind us; Hello the net.' It was my Colonel! I didn't know what to do! So I say What's up sir?' I hear him moving' up closer to us, but he's outside the net. Are you alone?' he asked, Uh, no sir one of the other drivers took cover with me so there's two of us.' All this while I still got my bone all the way up in Josh--he's tremblin' n' shit--I whispered in his ear don't worry' just as the Colonel says Oh cool--I was trying' t' figure out how I was gonna relieve you, stay put n' I'll check with you later.' I said `K sir' an' I started fuckin' that ass again as I listened to him walk away. I hear Josh giggle real soft an I had to practically bite my tongue to keep from bustin' up laughin'. I nutted in nothin' flat after that and I sucked his dick again before they called it safe."
He smiled and sipped his beer as I worked his 10 iron hard inches free of his clothes.
"Man that was hot!" He said, and then "Damn" as I took him deep in my gullet.
I sucked him for a few minutes, and then he started to pull my shirt up over my head. We broke for a hot second to rid ourselves of our clothes. I got back down between his knees and picked up where I left off. After a few minutes he maneuvered us around so we were in a 69--luckily the length of our dicks made up for the difference in our height--we sucked and licked and slurped at each other when I started lapping at his ass. To show his pleasure he leaned back and sat on my face.
"Damn that's good! O baby, eat it like you want me to fuck you. Yeah yeah."
After several minutes he reluctantly got off me and slid down between my legs, push them back to expose my hole and dove into it like Greg Louganis. I was in ecstasy, he rolled me up so my ankles were by my ears and licked and tongue fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't take much longer, so I started to beg him to fuck me;
"Oh fuck man, please fuck me Oplease Oplease Oplease fuck me." I pleaded as I handed him the lotion left out from our earlier fuck.
"You want me to do what?" he asked mildly as he slipped a finger in me and started pushing it in and pulling it out very deliberately.
"I want you to fuck me like an animal." I gasped and cooed.
"You sure? You really want me to fuck you?" he purred, applying more lube and more fingers.
"Yeeess puh-leeze FUCK me. If you don't I know I'll die," I whined.
He continued to tease my ass for a few more strokes and then I felt his fingers withdraw and felt the wide blunt head of his dick take their place; I blew out my breathe as he slowly eased into me. He bottomed out and then just held there for a moment. I don't know whether it was the length of his dick or its shape or the positions we got into because of our height difference, but every time he entered me it was like instant prostate stimulation and my dick started to drizzle pre-cum in a steady stream. He remained motionless for a moment longer gazing at my face--I gazed back and realized that the fuck haze was already on me. Finally he started to pump slowly at first and gradually building to a nice easy pace; I felt like I'd gone to heaven without dying--I was tingling all over from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair--too soon though I felt his pace increase. He mumbled, "I'm gettin' there" and so was I; I don't know how it kept happening, but I could feel another nut building up hands free! He continued to bang away faster and harder and I decided not to leave my orgasm to chance cause I sensed that the Ghost was gonna nut real soon--all at once he growled and I felt him begin to spasm--he slammed down into me hard and as deep as he could go and held there.
"Here's the Ghost," he all but snarled and I felt shot after shot jerk into my chute.
We lay gasping like fish in the bottom of a boat, and, with him still mostly hard and in place, we rolled of the couch.
"Damn, I could get used to that." He grumbled.
"You an' me both; damn that was good," I agreed. "Where ever you learned to fuck--man they oughta offer a degree! `Cause you are a master at it." I enthused.
He chuckled and eased himself out, sat back on his heels and regarded me as I rolled onto my side, "You bring something out in me though; I fucked around with all sorts of guys--damn big Sarge, it seems differ'nt wit you--I don't know though . . . "
"Let's not get morbid ho-mee. I wanna take a shower and clean up . . . n' scrub you down too." As I said this I reached out and gently caressed his face. I drew his face to mine and we began to kiss. We tongue wrestled briefly and he kissed his way across my face to my ear and began to nibble at my earlobe--my earlobes and places on my neck are so sensitive; nibbling my earlobes or biting my neck in the right spot can get a young man anything he wants--I cooed like a dove.
"You like that huh?" he purred in my ear. Then he slid down to my neck and nipped and bit as I wiggled and twitched like I was being electrocuted. I marshaled my strength and was able to murmur;
"Baby boy, as much as I hate to say it, but if you don't let up you're gonna have to fuck me again."
"What's wrong with that?" he murmured in response and resumed torturing my neck.
He hit "the spot" on my neck and I felt a surge of erotic energy course through me, and I growled like a tiger, threw him over onto his back grabbed his head and pressed his mouth harder to my neck. "Off to the races again" I hissed.
More to Cum.
I'll continue the adventures with the Little Ghost on that weekend, then we'll see where this story arc goes let me know; comments, questions and constructive criticism is always welcome. Email me at thelilghost06_nThesarge@yahoo.com
Thanx --John.