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The New Army Recruit, Chapter One
It was 1978, and Kevin Jones was newly graduated from high school. He was eighteen and ambitious. He was ambitious to get out of the small Georgia town he lived in. He was ambitious to avoid farm work which was his destiny if he remained. He was also practical. Military service would allow him to attend college and better avoid the life from which he was trying to escape.
Kevin joined the U.S. Army and had basic training at Ft. Bragg, now known as Fort Liberty, in the sandhills of North Carolina where he sweated his way through the height of the summer. He adjusted well to military life. Kevin was respectful of authority. He was neat, organized, and conscious. He initially had concerns about the physical demands, but he had run track in high school and could keep up with the pace despite carrying a loaded pack. There was one notable change. He began basic as a skinny six-footer. The rigorous schedule of exercise, particularly pushups, added muscle to his chest and arms, matching his muscular legs.
It is often said that military service will change you, but for Kevin there was one thing that the Army couldn't change. Kevin loved dick and the things you do with it. He loved to suck and be sucked, loved to fuck ass, and loved to have his own hole pounded by a big cock.
Basic training gave him no time for sex. At the end of most days, he was so exhausted that all he wanted was sleep. There were a few occasions in the middle of the night when he would raise his knees, make a tent with his blanket, and jack his dick. He suspected others did the same from the noises he heard in the darkened barracks.
At the conclusion of basic training Kevin was sent to supply school at Fort Lee, now known as Fort Gregg-Adams, in Petersburg, Virginia. On the three hour bus ride, he looked forward to a return to a more normal life, and he dreamed of sex.
He was a committed cocksucker, beginning at thirteen. Kevin could still remember the night of his seduction. Actually, seduction was the wrong word for it. When Kevin's sixteen-year old cousin suggested that they jack off together, Kevin was ready and eager.
They laid together naked on a bed in the dark. Kevin was up on his left elbow as his right hand held his cousin's cock. It was a thing of wonder to Kevin, who had never touched another boy or man. It was longer and thicker than his own, and he slowly jerked it. His cousin put his hand at the back of Kevin's head and said words he still vividly remembered, "Put your mouth on it." Kevin did as he was instructed, and he was transformed forever. He loved it. He loved it in his mouth. He loved the taste. He loved the feel. And as he sucked, he felt as if his own cock had never been harder.
After a few minutes of Kevin engaged in his new favorite sport, his cousin pulled him off his dick. His cousin bent over and took Kevin's dick into his mouth. The feeling was unbelievable and Kevin moaned as his cousin's warm wet mouth pleasured Kevin's dick. After a minute, his cousin raised his head and said, "I'm going to eat yours and you are going to eat mine." And it happened, his cousin sucked him to climax and swallowed Kevin's cum. Then Kevin followed his cousin's lead and sucked him off, tasting cum for the first time and happily swallowing it.
Kevin's initiation into man sex was swift. The first time the two sucked cocks and swallowed cum. The second time, they got into the sixty-nine position and sucked each other off while they fingered each other's hole. The third time Kevin's cousin kissed him and then took Kevin's virgin hole. The next time, it was Kevin's turn to be on top.
In hindsight, Kevin had an extraordinary time in high school, where most boys jacked their dicks and only dreamed of one day having sex. Kevin had a lover, and they pleasured each other at least once a week. But his cousin was gone by Kevin's senior year. He moved to Atlanta to work in construction and escape farm life.
Kevin lusted after several boys in his school, but he feared being outed in his small community. He feared being labeled the town faggot, so he sought an outlet for his desires elsewhere. Thirty minutes south was the interstate and a rest stop. Kevin marveled at how many burly truck drivers were eager to get on their knees and suck his young dick. An hour north of his house was the county seat with a community college. Kevin would visit the basement bathroom of the library and play with the cocks that slid under the stall walls.
As his bus rolled along the highway through North Carolina and then Virginia, Kevin wondered when and how he would get a dick to play with at his new assignment.
The barracks at Fort Lee was no better than the one he had in North Carolina. It was an unairconditioned WW2 era wooden building filled with bunk beds. At one end the bathroom had a large shower, a long metal urinal, and a wall of toilets, sitting side by side with no partitions for privacy. The other end had a bedroom for the sergeant.
Kevin's new sergeant was named Zelsky. There was a stir in his pants when Kevin first saw him. He was big, being several inches taller than Kevin, and he was heavier with broad shoulders and muscled arms and a large chest. He was not handsome but had a rugged masculinity in his chiseled face. His voice could carry a quarter of a mile.
Sergeant Zelsky welcomed everyone. He recommended that the new arrivals stay on base for the weekend and get oriented to their new surroundings. He finished by saying he would see everyone in formation on Monday.
Fort Lee was an open base. One did not need passes to leave, and taxis from Fayetteville traveled freely to and from the fort. Kevin could hear from the conversations around him that many had plans. A number were going to Virginia Beach, two hours away by bus. Others were going into town to rent motel rooms to drink beer and watch college football.
Kevin stayed on base, and spent most of the day exploring. He first found the library with a powerful air conditioner. He found the PX where he bought some civilian clothes. He had been required to mail his civies back home when he first arrived at Basic. There were tennis courts, basketball courts, a bowling alley, and an eighteen-hole golf course. On top of everything else, there was a movie theater.
By 3:00 pm Kevin was back at his barrack, which was completely empty. He set up his footlocker and put his things in order and decided to take a shower. He intended to enjoy the hot water for as long as he wanted without someone yelling to move along.
He stood there under the spray for a long time before reaching for the soap. With the bar in his hand, he went over his body, washing his arms and legs, his chest, his cock and balls, and finally his ass crack. He washed his hair and then rinsed. Then he took advantage of the empty barracks. He stepped out of the spray of the shower and returned his hand to his dick. With a soapy fist, he began to jack, slow and steady.
It has been so long since he enjoyed his dick with way. It felt so good, his fist moving up and down his shaft with his other hand cupping his balls. He stood there with his eyes shut, feeling the steam from the shower on his skin and the friction of his hand on his cock. Then he was shocked to hear a voice directed at him.
"Hello, soldier." He opened his eyes and turned his head, and there stood Sergeant Zelsky, naked with a bar of soap in his hand.
Kevin stood frozen with his hand still on his dick.
Zelsky said, "We all need to do that from time to time" as he nodded his head toward Kevin's crotch, "but you have to do that in private. Playing around in public is a no no for the Army."
Kevin said, "Yes, Sergeant," and turned his back. Zelsky proceeded to shower, ignoring Kevin.
Kevin was facing away. He had been startled by Zelsky but his cock remained hard. He thought he could quickly finish, and he began beating his meat faster. His hand was trying to get him off and solve his dilemma, but Kevin's mind and imagination sabotaged his plan. The image of naked Zelsky was imprinted in his mind. He saw the powerful chest, the muscled arms, legs, but most importantly he saw Zelsky's cock. It was large and soft. He thought of it hard.
Kevin turned his head and saw the sergeant looking toward the wall as he soaped his body. Kevin turned his body halfway around so he could watch Zelsky as Kevin jacked his cock. Zelsky had hairy arms, legs, and chest with a beautiful round and hairless ass. Kevin's eyes were giving him as much pleasure as his fist, and Kevin turned more to where he was facing his sergeant.
Zelsky felt bad about interrupting Kevin and had hoped he would discreetly handle the situation, but he saw out of the corner of his eye that Kevin was now standing there, legs spread, jacking his dick, holding his balls, and getting off on seeing his sergeant naked. He knew he would have to talk with this new soldier again about the Army's policy on homosexual behavior.
Simultaneously Zelsky felt a rush of sorts. He was proud of his strong and muscled body. This new soldier was being turned on by it. It excited him, and he let himself enjoy it. Zelsky raised his arms and soaped his pits and then his flexed biceps. He turned partially toward Kevin so the young soldier could see him rub his soapy hand across his pecs. Finally, he took his soapy hand and pulled on his clock several times in clear view of Kevin.
The sergeant expected Kevin to bring himself to climax and then run out of the shower in embarrassment. Zelsky took a peep at the young soldier again. He cussed under his breath when he spied Kevin on his knees with his mouth open, hoping for his sergeant's cock. This pushed sarge over the line, and he no longer thought of Army regulations but rather he thought of the cute young man lusting after him and hungry to suck his cock. Zelsky now had a full erection.
Zelsky walked to the kneeling young soldier. Kevin skipped any preliminaries. He bent forward and enclosed his mouth around the sergeant's dick. He sucked eagerly, moving his head back and forth as his lips traveled the length of Zelsky's shaft. Kevin's hands began to explore the body attached to the cock he held in his mouth. There were powerful thighs, a hard flat stomach, and glorious pecs across a large broad chest.
Kevin left Zelsky's cock and went to his testicles, taking one and then the other into his mouth. He licked his sergeant's shaft several times before returning to sucking. By now he felt Zelsky's hands on his shoulders before moving to his head. With a hand on each side of his head, the sergeant began to fuck Kevin's mouth, moving his hips in slow shallow thrusts. Kevin grabbed his own dick and began to jack himself. When Kevin tasted the first squirt of cum in his mouth, he moaned in approval. His mouth filled and he swallowed, only to have it be filled again. Finally, Kevin's dick erupted, shooting cum on the floor between Zelsky's legs.
When there was no more cum for Kevin to swallow, Zelsky withdrew his softening dick and said, "You're good. Real good." And then he pointed to the puddle of cum on the floor and added "Clean that up before you leave." With that, the sergeant left the shower to dry off and go to his room at the front of the barracks. Kevin could not have been happier. On his first day at his new assignment, he had sucked off a big-dicked muscled soldier and he got to empty his own balls in a great climax.
More to Come