Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 17:01:44 -0700
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big part 11a

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To all readers: I know, I know, it's been a long time coming. I'm sorry for
the delay, but shit happens. If anybody out there doesn't understand that,
then please invite me to come live with you in Neverland, Oz (Baum's not
the prison), or whichever utopia it is in which you're residing. The kind
encouragements, polite anxious inquiries, nice compliments, intelligent
criticisms, gracious requests, and downright fun communicades you guys have
sent me have been a bolster of faith in the human race to me. Thank ya'll
very much! This is another long chapter, so I divided it into two parts. I
was more nervous writing this one than any of the others, because the
majority of you guys that have contacted me have said that Justin is your
favorite character and I wanted to 'flesh him out' for you. I hope you like
it. Let me know what you think. Please be kind, this saga is the first
piece of fiction I've written and shared.

This chapter is dedicated to RB who gave me the idea for SGT Ken O'Malley
and Bacchus.


PART 11a - JUSTIN'S INTERLUDE

      "Hmm," Justin pondered with a deep bass hum, "To start you guys need
to understand how strict my Grandpa was. He grew up in Southern Kansas and
his family lost everything in the Great Depression and that was compounded
by near starvation from the Dust Bowl. When he married my Grandma, she
miscarried eight times and finally had my mother when she was almost
forty. She never was the same after the birth. It did something to her and
she was an invalid in a wheelchair until she died. My Grandpa had to
practically raise my mother on his own and they were poor. I don't really
remember my parents at all. They were driving to the store one night and a
truck ran a red light and the wreck killed them both instantly. I was one
and a half and at home with a baby-sitter. So I was taken in by my
Grandpa. My father was an only child also and his parents died early; the
year after he graduated college. Needless to say, my Grandpa didn't know
anything about raising a boy except for having been one, but for the first
time in his life money wasn't a problem. The settlement from my parent's
life insurance and the accident insurance came to quite a bit. I still have
a nice chunk left even after opening the Pet Place Salon and Kennel. My
Grandpa fixed up the farm and hired three young men to help him run it. I
had daily chores, school, church on Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday, and one
hour of TV a day except on Sundays. We lived three miles from our nearest
neighbor so I became a loner so to speak. Talkin' about it has given me an
idea on where to start. I think I'll take it up on my sixteenth
birthday. So here goes guys."

    Justin looked distant as he began to tell us his tale.


                                         **********************************

    I got off the bus at the end of our gravel drive and ran the whole
quarter mile to the freshly painted three bedroom white clapboard farmhouse
that I called home. I was tall and lanky, six feet already, and man oh man
could I run. The track and basketball coaches had tried to get me to join
my school teams, but my Grandpa wanted me at the farm where he could keep a
close eye on me. He didn't abide with kid's socializing, said it led to
drugs and crime. So there I was pelting up the drive with my backpack
flapping on my shoulders in time with my stride.

    The reason for my hurry was waiting on me in front of the house. Ben
Mason stood by his pick-up truck with his keys in hand. He was one of my
Grandpa's hired hands and I don't know how he did it, but he had talked my
Grandpa into letting him take me to get my driver's license. He was
laughing at me as I came up to him.

    "Justin," he said, "I told you I would pick you up at the road. The DPS
office isn't going anywhere."

    "I forgot," I said breathlessly, "Are you ready?"

    "Yeah, let's go," he answered tossing me the keys, "You drive. Come on,
before your Grandpa changes his mind."

    I snagged the keys, opened the door, shoved my bag behind the bench
seat, sat in the driver's seat, buckled my seatbelt, shut the door, started
the engine, and had to wait on Ben to casually walk around and get in on
the passenger side. It was the most exciting day of my life. I felt like an
adult. When Ben had put his seatbelt on, I put the truck in drive and took
off as fast as I dared down the drive headed for town and a real grown-up
license.

    "So," Ben said as I anxiously drove to my destination, "You gonna come
out to the bunkhouse this evening? Seeing as it's your birthday, you won't
have to go to church if you don't want to. I asked the old man and he said
you could."

    "Sure Ben," I answered, "If it's okay with Jed and Will."

    Those were the two other hands on our wheat farm. They were both two
years younger than Ben, who was thirty-one. They were basically my only
friends and all three of them had introduced me to the pleasures of man sex
a couple of years earlier when Jed had caught me jacking off in one of the
empty silos. They had all told me how most people felt about men together
and had gotten my word that I would never mention our activities to anyone
else. The three of them went out chasing and seducing the single women of
our area about once a month just to keep up appearances. We really were a
vanilla group, just masturbating and sucking, they saved their fucking for
pussy. I didn't even know anal sex was possible. It was a very sheltered
life on our farm.

    "It was Will's idea," Ben stated, "Your Grandpa is leaving from church
to go with some other farmer to some farm state board meeting in Topeka. He
won't be back until Sunday night, so you can bunk with us for the rest of
the week if you want. No sense in messing up your place and having to do
all those cleaning chores if the old man isn't here."

    "Oh yeah," I said remembering a conversation with my Grandpa from last
week, "He did tell me about it. I guess I forgot."

    "You seem to be forgetting a lot this week," the man said with a laugh,
"You've got your mind on just one thing don't you? I hope you haven't let
this license business mess up your school work."

    "I'm still making all A's and B's," I assured him, "I'd get my backside
tanned good if I didn't."

    "I hate to hear you say that Justin," Ben responded, "You're well past
the age where any kind of whipping the old man can dish out would do any
good. It's just plain old meanness if you ask me. You gotta stand up to him
sometime."

   "Yeah, I've heard that from all three of you," I replied, "But he's my
only family. I mean you guys are great, but he's the one that's responsible
for me. I owe him a lot."

    "That's him talking," He rebutted me, "You have to be responsible for
yourself Justin, and as for you owing him, well he owes you too. You're a
good kid buddy-boy and you're becoming a fine young man. I think you're
gonna find this farm isn't for you. I've known a whole lot of farmers in my
life and I can tell you, you're not one. You don't have the temperament or
desire for it. There's a whole world outside the farm Justin and I'm sure
there's a place in it for you to grow and thrive. Your Grandpa knows you're
not a farmer. Why'dya think he's had those farm consortium fellas out to
the place. He'll be selling it or at least leasing it out before you go off
to college, mark my words."

   Our conversation was cut short then because we entered the town
limits. In two turns I pulled into the local DPS office and parked in one
of the special places for to be tested drivers that Ben directed me to. Two
anxiety ridden hours later I walked out with my temporary license in hand.

    "Well done," Ben congratulated me with a slap on my back, "Now you can
drive while I nap on the way back."

    Ben was out and snoring softly before we got out of town. The drive
back seemed lots shorter than the drive out, and I realized I had been on
pins and needles up until the time that the driving tester had told me I
had passed. I really felt grown up. I didn't have to have an adult watching
my every move when I got behind the wheel of a car any more. It was a kind
of independence I had never known.

    Ben woke up when I turned onto the gravel drive and told me to go on
past the barn down the continuing drive for another half mile to the
bunkhouse. My Grandpa's truck was already gone from its usual place beside
our house. I pulled his truck between the other two in front of the
roughhewn bunkhouse and handed him his keys. Jed and Will were stretched
out on rocking chairs on the railed porch that ran the full front of the
house waiting on us.

    "Thanks Ben," I said to my older friend, "That was the best birthday
present ever."

    "You think so?" he asked me, "I think you might be a little early with
your thanks kiddo."

    I wondered what he meant by that, but was distracted by the other two
men coming over to see if all went well. They both joined their congrats
with Ben's and I headed for the front door.

     "Hold on a second Justin," Will halted me, "Come around the side of
the house with us.

    I followed the three burly farm hands around the side of the
bunkhouse. As I was about to turn the corner, Jed got behind me, reached up
and covered my eyes with his hands.

    "We got a little birthday surprise for you," he said steering me past
the corner of the building, "So close your eyes and no peeking."

     I did as I was told.

   "On the count of three open your eyes," Jed instructed me as he removed
his hands.

    All three of them counted to three and I opened my eyes to see a candy
apple red 1965 Ford Mustang white top convertible just ten feet in front of
me. It was cherry and gleamed in the late winter sunset. Ben held out a set
of keys to me and I just stood there too stunned to speak.

     "Take the keys Justin," Will said, "It's yours from all of us. Your
Grandpa paid the license, registration, tag, and insurance for his part of
the gift. He didn't want you to know that though."

     "What are you waiting for?" Ben asked jingling the keys at me, "You
gonna take us for a ride or what?"

     I reached out slowly for the keys waiting for the moment when someone
would shout April fools, or something to that effect. I was so slow that
Ben grabbed my hand and put the keys in my palm. I looked at the set of
four keys. They were on a black leather tag key ring with JW, my initials,
embossed on one side. The other side had the Ford Mustang in chrome
attached. It suddenly became a reality to me.

    "WHOA! This is so cool guys!" I cried out, "I don't know what to say."

    "Well that thank you from earlier would work," Ben said laughing, "We
can always keep it if you still think getting your license is the best
birthday gift ever."

     "Thank you! Thank you all!" I said taking turns giving all three men a
big hug.

     After that we all went riding. I pulled into the local burger shop in
town and suddenly had more friends than I thought possible. I felt like a
prince in a story book. The whole time the three farm hands just smiled and
enjoyed my delight with the spectacular gift. We got back to the bunkhouse
around ten and we all went in to get ready for bed. I had school in the
morning, but could actually sleep an hour later since I no longer had to
catch the bus. We all shucked down to our underwear and sat on the sofas in
the middle of the long beam vaulted open room. One end was a kitchen and
dining area, then the den space where we sat, at the end past us were four
sets of bunk beds, two on each wall. Past that was an oversized door
leading into the common bathroom with its two toilet stalls, a pair of
urinals, a row of four sinks and a square shower space that had a pole
shower with six heads on it. Grandpa had planned the place for eight, but
had never grown the farm big enough to need that many hands.

    Jed got up and came around behind me and started to rub my
shoulders. Ben and Will moved over next to me and started on a thigh
apiece. We were all three boned up in our jockey shorts in a flash. I made
a move for Ben's fat curved six incher and the guys pushed me back down.

    "It's your birthday Justin," Jed said behind me, "We're gonna do you
until your dick won't get up anymore and put you to bed exhausted. Just
stay right there and let us gift you right."

     I didn't need any further details. I lifted my butt up so Will could
slide my underwear off and spread my legs so the three hard bodied farm
workers could do their magic on me. They took their time and traded out
massaging, jacking, and sucking me until I had shot off three times; a
mouthful for each one of them. The three working men then stood in front of
me and stroked their hard rods at me and coated my chest with thick ropes
of cum one right after the other like some sort of jerk off domino
effect. They all descended on me to lick the gobs of man cream from my body
and then led me to bed. I fell asleep instantly and woke to the smell of
bacon and coffee.

    "Two eggs or three?" Will asked me from the kitchen area as I yawned
and stretched myself fully awake.

    "I'll take three, but do I have time for a shower first?" I asked, "I
need it after last night."

    "Sure, go ahead," He answered, "Jed just went in to take his. If you
two get into something, Ben and I will eat your breakfasts though. He went
to get the paper."

    "I'll hurry," I promised heading for the bathroom.

    I went through the door and steam swirled around me from the hot spray
splattering off of Jed. He gave me a smile and turned on the nozzle next to
his so I could shower with him. I entered the spray and let it jet on my
shoulders and neck easing my morning stiffness. Jed turned me around until
I was facing away from him and soaped my back and buttocks from a bottle of
liquid shower soap. When he was through scrubbing me, I turned around and
returned the favor. Then we simultaneously washed each other's fronts,
finishing with raised feet. We were both sporting hard-ons at that point,
but ignored them in favor of washing our own hair and faces, ending our
shower so we could go eat. We grabbed towels off the shelf and dried each
other off causing our cocks to remain rigid, and wrapped our damp towels
around our waists and headed out the door to get breakfast. All in all, we
had taken less than 5 minutes to bathe.

    "More hungry than horny I see," Ben said looking over the edge his
newspaper at our tented towels, "You're both just in time."

    Will brought a platter of fried eggs, bacon, and toast to the
table. The coffee pot and orange juice pitcher were passed around and we
dug in. Ben perused his newspaper while he ate. Will, Jed and I just chowed
down.

    "I see that they are starting a junior ROTC program at your school
Justin," Ben commented, "You know anything about it?"

    "It's got something to do with the military doesn't it?" I asked.

    "It's a training program for officers, or at least young men that might
want to be military officers," Ben explained, "You might want to check it
out. You're always reading all those war novels and military books."

    "I might do that," I responded, "But Grandpa probably won't allow me to
do it."

    "I think he just might go for that one," Jed joined in, "He has a lot
of respect for the US military. His father was an officer in World War 1."

    "I didn't know that," I stated, "I don't ever recall Grandpa speaking
about his father."

    "Doesn't surprise me," Ben said, "He didn't have an easy life. As hard
of a man as your grandfather is Justin, you have to admire the way he never
talks about anything sad or bad, that includes people and happenings."

    "I do get curious sometimes," I replied.

    "Curiosity killed the cat!" All three of them said at once parodying my
Grandpa.

    We all had a laugh at the simultaneity of the response and then I had
to get ready for school. Will had gotten everything I needed and I left
almost forgetting to thank my pals one more time for the car. They shooed
me out the door and I took off in my Mustang headed to school early to show
off my birthday present.

   It didn't take long for a group to gather around my new ride. Everyone
took turns complimenting me on it and several girls flirted directly with
me. I felt a little uncomfortable with it and turned my attention to the
guys that were discussing the various engines and transmissions in old
mustangs. They all agreed I had a cool ride.

    As I walked up the steps and entered the high school building, I saw a
table set up in the middle of the entry lobby for the junior ROTC program
Ben had mentioned. I approached the table and a man in uniform stood up
from a seat behind it. He was even taller than I was and that in itself was
uncommon. He had his red hair in a tight buzz cut and his uniform shirt did
nothing to hide the bulge of his hard muscular torso and arms. He smiled at
me and extended his hand to shake.

    "Sergeant Ken O'Malley," he said introducing himself, "Are you
interested in the military?"

    "I'm Justin Woodley," I replied, "I'm just checking it out. A friend of
mine told me about it."

   "Here," he responded grabbing a couple of flyers on the table, "Take
these and read them. They have all the pertinent information. If you have
any questions, I'm in room G-104. The class is for a full course credit,
not half credits like most phys ed classes. Enrollment is limited to
twenty, so don't put it off."

    "Yes sir," I answered, "I understand."

    "I like that yes sir," Sergeant O'Malley told me, "You'd probably do
okay in my course Mr. Woodley if your attitude matches your manners."

    "Thank you sir," I replied, "I'll read these and get back to you by
tomorrow."

    "See that you do," he said, "We can use young men like you. Now get to
class. ROTC students are required to maintain a B average."

    I turned to go. Something about the Sergeant demanded obedience. I
looked back as I walked away and saw him watching me closely. He had the
kind of intense look that let you know he was confidant and capable. I got
to class enough ahead of time to read the first brochure. It seemed
interesting to me and I got involved in rereading it, but before I could
finish the bell rang and class started. I had to wait until lunch period to
get to read it again along with the other one that listed the benefits of
ROTC training for a military inductee. I decided I wanted to take the
class. A piece of paper included in the second pamphlet was for enrollment
in the course. It stated that new enrollees would be given a full physical
education credit instead of the usual half credit even though we were
entering the class in the middle of the semester. That decided me. I still
needed two phys-ed credits to graduate in two years and I could get them
much faster in the program as opposed to four PE classes. All I had to do
was convince Grandpa, since a parental signature was required on the form.

    In my PE class right after lunch, the guys were all talking about the
new class. Several of them seemed intent on applying, so I knew I had to
get my own app in as soon as possible. I wondered if juniors and seniors
got preference over sophomores. Nothing in the brochure said anything about
it. It seemed like freshmen to seniors were all welcome to apply. As I
stripped down and put on my jock and socks, I saw Sgt. O'Malley come into
the locker room with Coach Weldon, our PE teacher.

    "Can I have your attention boys?" O'Malley asked loudly.

    We all looked up at him as we continued to change for class.

    He pulled a whistle out and let out a loud shrill blast from it. Quiet
descended on the room as we all looked at the military uniformed man.

    "Attention means stand up and face me and give me your undivided
attention," He said sternly.

    We all complied in various states of dress. Coach Weldon nodded his
approval to O'Malley and the Sergeant addressed us as we stood facing him
and he walked down the line of lockers checking us all out.

    "As most of you have heard," he said, "There is a new program at this
school. I am the instructor for your new Jr. ROTC class. I expect that many
of you will apply. This is not a regular PE class. Many other things will
be expected from you. Discipline is a must. Scholarship is a must. Manners
and good behavior are both required. Obedience to commands will be
taught. You will learn to develop your minds and bodies. Anyone that is not
willing to accept all of this need not apply. Do not take my class as a
casual option for regular phys-ed. This course is designed to prepare young
men for possible entrance into the United States Military. Do I make myself
clear?"

   There was a smattering of yeses and a few yes sirs from the
guys. O'Malley came to a stop in front of me.

   "That sounded like the weakest pathetic response I've ever heard," he
said looking at me in my jockstrap, "Now, do you understand me?"

    "Yes sir," we all said loudly in response.

    "That's better, not good, but better. I'll teach you how to respond
correctly," He said to all of us, "Now you may finish dressing out for
class. Thank you Coach Weldon."

    With that the 6'4" redheaded Sergeant turned on one heel and left. As
soon as he was out the door the talking started, it seemed like several
guys had decided not to take the ROTC class after meeting Sgt. O'Malley. He
didn't seem that bad to me. My Grandpa demanded pretty much the same things
and I wasn't put off by his domineering tone. I even liked it. I was even a
little turned on by it and dressed quickly fighting not to get an erection
in front of my classmates. The rest of the day went by fast and I still
hadn't decided how to broach the subject with my Grandpa. I had to call him
tonight and get him to call the school if I wanted to get into the class. I
had completely forgotten that he was out of town on farm business.

    When I got to the bunkhouse the guys were all still out getting the
silos in shape after the winter snows and I did my homework for the next
day. I then straightened up the bunkhouse and put away the washed dishes. I
stripped down to my underwear and stretched out on the couch to watch some
TV. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is a
feeling of tingly pleasure in my crotch. I opened my eyes to see Jed's head
bobbing up and down on my hard cock jutting out from the fly in my
briefs. He looked up at me and I saw that he was jerking his own hard cock
as he sucked on mine. His hand stroked his dick slowly up and down in time
with the blow job. His pants and underwear were around his knees as he
knelt by the sofa sucking me off. Just the sight of it set me off and I
blew five big wads of my spew in his mouth.

   Jed stood up and began to jerk his stiff dick faster. I leaned over and
swallowed his whole cock to the base. I felt the head of his hard-on swell
up in my throat as he unloaded his man sperm into my gullet. I rolled my
eyes up to see him with his head thrown back caught up in the intensity of
his orgasm. As he slid his spent cock from my mouth he left a string trail
of jizz across my tongue I swirled it around in my mouth to enjoy the
flavor of his thick man cream.

    "Thanks, Jed," I said as I swallowed the last remains of the stud man's
seed.

    "Back atcha buddy," the hunky farmhand said with a smile as he pulled
up his briefs and jeans, "We don't get to do that near as often as I'd
like."

    "You guys are always horny," I replied with a grin of my own, "If we
went at it any more than we get to, I'd be as worn out as the old Farmall
tractor."

    "Get on with yourself," he responded with a smack on my butt as I slid
my spent swollen dick back in my fly, "You're 16. If one of us wasn't
helping you out, you'd just be stroking that teenage jizz out by hand."

    "Well, I can't deny that seeing as how you're the one that caught me in
the silo," I said honestly, "And I sure as heck don't want you to think I'm
complaining. I don't know what I'd do if it weren't for you three guys."

    Just then the door opened and Ben and Will came into the
bunkhouse. Both men were covered with wheat dust and stalk debris from
cleaning the silos. They said their hellos and headed for the showers
leaving Jed and I to start dinner.

    "Get those pork steaks out of the frig Justin. I'll open a couple of
cans of beans and put four potatoes in the microwave. There are brownies in
the keeper for dessert."

    "Sounds good to me Jed," I answered getting the steaks out, "I got a
small problem that I need to handle tonight."

    "What's wrong?" the man asked me as he set about cooking dinner.

    "Nothing's wrong," I told him, "It's just that I have to have a paper
signed by Grandpa so I can take that ROTC course Ben was talking about this
morning and he's not here so I need to get him to call the school in the
morning."

    "Ask Ben to call him," Jed stated as he took the pork from me, "He's
got a way with your Grandpa that gets him agreeable and he'll be happy to
do it. Just ask him when he gets out of the shower. There'll be plenty of
time before dinner's ready."

    I sat down to watch the `World at War' episode on the History channel
waiting for Ben to finish his shower. In a few minutes the two hands came
out of the bathroom naked with their damp towels over their shoulders. Both
men had slightly swollen cocks that showed they had been up to more than
just bathing, which made me wish I had joined them instead of watching
TV. Will started in setting the table and Ben sat down in the chair next to
the couch.

    I explained to him my situation and he got the phone and went out on
the porch to call my Grandpa saying he'd be right back and not to worry. I
worried anyway, but in less than five minutes he was back.

    "Okay Justin," Ben said to me as he came back in scratching his low
hanging balls with his free hand, "He agreed to let you take the class so
long as it's taught by a military professional."

    "It is," I answered and added in rush of excitement, "He's
Sgt. O'Malley. He's taller than me with red hair and a uniform and he's
taking only twenty students so I have to get my application in fast and the
course is for a full credit so I only need two semesters for my
requirements instead of four..."

    "Whoa there big guy," Ben interrupted me with a laugh, "You must really
want this class to be so excited about it. Or is there something about this
tall redheaded Sergeant that I don't know about?"

    I must have blushed bright red, because all three of my pals burst out
laughing. Ben's remark had made me think of how Sgt. O'Malley's commanding
manner had got me boning up, that along with the sudden realization that I
was attracted to the man in some way. I was suddenly confused as much as I
was embarrassed.

    "Don't sweat it Justin," Will said still grinning, "You won't be the
first guy that's takin' a liking to a man in uniform. I remember the first
time I saw Cole Bates in his when he came back home on leave after basic
training. I'd of swung on his pole anytime if he'd shown any interest."

    "Yeah Will," Jed interjected elbowing his friend, "You'd suck off a
scarecrow if we put army duds on it."

    The three men began to rib each other about their various fetishes. The
easy going joking made my embarrassment evaporate as quickly as it came.

    "So if I get a uniform do I get it anytime too, Will?" I asked joining
in on the fun.

    Ben and Jed broke out laughing as Will looked at me
appraisingly. Amidst more jests and talk we sat down to dinner. After
eating, we did dishes and straightened up. I didn't have any homework, but
did fill out the ROTC form minus parental signature and then we all sat
down to watch the next episode on the history channel and then bedded
down. It was a great day and it seemed I was going to get to be in
something that was as close to the military as a guy my age could get. I
fell asleep dreaming about being a super soldier and hero.

    The next morning in homeroom an office aide came and got me. I went to
the admin offices and the Principal was waiting on me. He gave me a note to
add to my application and sent me to room G-104. Grandpa had done what he
said he would do and that came as no surprise. I hadn't even had a thought
that he would do anything else.

    When I got to the room, I was surprised by the starkness of the
room. There were no posters or décor of any sort. The walls were
bare. The desks were aligned in five rows of four and as evenly spaced as
if measured. The teacher's desk was in the exact middle of the front wall
in front of the chalkboard. As I took all this in, the commanding presence
of Staff Sergeant O'Malley overrode everything else as he stood from his
precisely ordered desk.

    "Can I help you Mr. Woodley," He asked me in his deep voice.

    "Yes sir, SGT O'Malley," I answered, "I have my application ready for
you."

    "Well step forward and hand it to me young man," he ordered, "And
Mr. Woodley, in JROTC, it is customary to knock and wait for an answer
before entering a closed door whether anyone appears to be present or not."

    "Yes sir, I'll remember that from now on," I said trying to put on my
best behavior as I took five steps forward and handed the towering man my
papers.

    The Sgt. took the application as well as the note from the Principal
and looked them over carefully. He then set them down and looked me over
just as thoroughly. I stood with my hands at my side looking forward as the
tall muscular man walked around me taking me in head to toe. For some
reason I broke out in a warm sweat and my jeans tightened in the crotch as
my dick chose that moment to start to engorge.

    "Okay Mr. Woodley," he said as came back around in front of me meeting
me directly eye to eye, "I've seen your scholastic record and I'm accepting
you into the program. I take it that you've read the brochures I gave you
and you understand the curriculum?"

    "Yes sir," I answered.

    "When I address you with a question, Mr. Woodley, the proper response
to your JROTC instructor is `Sir, yes Sir' or `Sir, no Sir' as the case may
be. Do you understand me?"

    "Sir, yes Sir!" I responded with a smile, congratulating myself in my
head for catching on so fast.

    "Is there something amusing in that Mr. Woodley?" Sgt. O'Malley asked
sternly.

    "Sir, no Sir," I answered losing my smile and watching the Sergeant's
face for some sign of approval or disapproval. For some reason this man's
validation seemed important to me.

    "Elaborate on the reason for your grin just now Mr. Woodley," he
ordered me causing my cock to crank up another notch.

    "Sir, I was pleased that I was able to respond the way you wanted me to
without being told twice," I told him truthfully, and then added as an
after-thought, "...Sir."

    "Very nice Mr. Woodley," he said with a slight smile of his own, "I too
am pleased by your responses, honest, direct, and well spoken."

    "Sir, thank you Sir," I said really getting into the military protocol.

    "One sir will be adequate for responses that are not yes or no
questions," He informed me, "I will refer to you as Mr. Woodley, Cadet
Woodley, by your first or last names, or simply cadet as I choose. You will
refer to me as Sgt. O'Malley or by Staff Sgt. O'Malley in formal
circumstances in which I will instruct you. Is that understood?"

    "Sir, yes Sir," I replied appropriately.

    "Very good cadet. That's enough behavior instruction for today. You
appear to have been raised well with manners and a good bearing. Welcome to
Junior ROTC Mr. Woodley. I hope this class continues to instill those
values in you. They will always come in handy for a man that wants to live
a worthwhile life," Sgt. O'Malley stated and held his hand out to shake.

    "Thank you sir, I hope so too," I responded taking his hand to shake.

    His grip was firm and strong, but he didn't pull any macho bravado with
a crushing squeeze. I held his hand in my own sure grip and with one shake
we let go. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up in excitement from just
that smallest contact as my junk became even fuller in my jeans.

    "As for active instruction," He went on not appearing to notice my
bulging crotch as he sat down and pulled off a sheet from a small notepad
on his desk, "Be in the main locker room for your uniform fitting at 6 am
tomorrow morning. Take this note to your teacher and get back to class."

    Yes sir, Sgt. O'Malley," I said taking the pre-written note from his
hand.

     I turned, walked away, and had just opened the door when he spoke
again not looking up from filling in the administrative section of my
application, "And Mr. Woodley, you might want to take matters in hand
before tomorrow morning. I wouldn't want to see you discomfited in front of
your fellow cadets."

    I left with a rush of blood to my face. He HAD noticed my boner. Oh
gods, what in the name of everything had I been thinking to throw a rod
with my new course instructor. But wait..., he hadn't been offended. He had
even advised me to jack-off before tomorrow morning. He had no way of
knowing that I had three stud farm hands at home to help with that. I went
to my trigonometry class with fantasies of Sgt. O'Malley getting serviced
by me and my three pals. I most definitely had my first teenage crush, and
it was on an Army Sergeant.

    That night after dinner I shucked my briefs and stretched out face-up
on my bunk. The three farmhands watched me curiously as I slowly started to
stroke my balls and dick. Will came over first.

    "You want some help with that Justin?" he asked me.

    "Sure Will, that'd be real cool," I answered.

    Just that fast the twenty-nine year old stud stripped and knelt between
my legs. His own cock shot up like a rocket to its full seven and a half
before he even got his mouth on my throbbing hard-on. Instead of just
outright sucking me off, Will started in teasing my hard rod with licks and
tickling caresses with the tips of his fingers. It made my balls twist and
churn.

    Jed and Ben got up and came over to my bunk shedding their cloths
almost as fast as Will had. Both of them were rock hard and looking to join
us. Jed got on the bed kneeling over my head and aimed his prick at my
mouth while Ben stood by me turning to offer his meat to Jed for servicing.

    I grabbed the cock in my face and began licking it like an all-day
sucker and at the same time Jed swallowed his buddy's shaft all the way to
Ben's short and curlies. The sounds of licking and sucking added fuel to my
fire and my balls started to tighten up in preparation for blasting a
strong wad of my teenage sperm. The three guys saw me tense up and began
racing for their own release; Will jerking his cock like a madman, Ben
grabbing Jed's hair on the sides and dick-pummeling his face, and Jed
shoving his hard shaft down my willing throat. Will slid his mouth down on
my spit wet shaft and put a suction lock on all seven and a half inches of
it like a shop vac. My orgasm jolted from my cockhead through my body and I
blasted my thick spew into Will's throat. My ejaculation was enough to set
off his own climax and I felt his first glob of jizz splatter against my
drawn up nuts and then warm cock snot hit me in the left thigh three more
times.

    As my dick oozed out its last pulses of cum for Will to swallow, Ben
found his own release.

    "Take my load!" he said loudly driving his prong home in Jed's mouth,
"Swallow it all! Suck that squirting cock!"

    I reached up and put a tight finger-thumb clamp on Jed's balls and
pulled softly knowing it would bring my face fucker over the edge. Sure
enough, the prick in my mouth expanded to an even harder state and with a
sperm gurgling moan Jed shot his spooge all across my tonsils. I swallowed
fast and furious, knowing that he usually delivered eight to ten thick
shots of cum and I wanted to get it all.

    With OHs, OOs, AHs, moans, and groans of man cock ecstasy, we all four
ended our sperm deliveries. As we recovered from our orgasms, our bodies
relaxed and we all began to relish the moment. I swirled the thick gobs of
Jed's jizz over my tongue and let it slowly slide down my throat. Will did
the same with my wad, while Jed licked the overflow of Ben's cum from his
lips. Ben knelt down and started lapping up Will's creamy ball juice from
my balls and inner thigh before it could break down and trickle away.

    I thought I had gotten rid of all my sexual tension until I wondered
what SGT O'Malley's cum would taste like. My half deflated cock immediately
flopped up to my stomach and in five seconds I was fully hard again. All
three of my pals looked at me with lascivious grins.

    "Looks like you got a serious case of the hornies," Jed said.

    "I remember when I could do that," Will added.

    "Okay," Ben directed, "I've got my mouth on his balls, you two get on
either side of him and run your mouths up and down that over-charged
sixteen year old pecker."

    It didn't take the three of them very long to make me blow again. As I
relaxed from my second cumming, the guys tongued up the wads of jizz that I
had shot all over my chest and stomach. I let out a sigh of contentment.

    "You still horny Justin?" Jed asked me.

    "No, I don't think so," I answered, "Thanks guys. I think I can sleep
now."

    "Well if you wake up hot to trot, just let us know," Will said getting
up to go to his own bunk, "You've got some mighty tasty ball juice buddy."

    "I'll do that Will," I said with a laugh, "Good night guys."

    "You too Justin," Ben said going over and turning off the lights,
"Sleep well."

    I was out just a few minutes after the lights. I don't remember what I
dreamed about, but I woke up in the middle of the night with a throbbing
boner. I didn't want to wake any of the guys, so I just `took matters in
hand' as Sgt. O'Malley instructed. With images of the red head in his
uniform ordering me to jack harder, I blew another load and scooped it up
to eat myself. Will was right, my cum was tasty. I fell back asleep pretty
fast and slept soundly until Ben shook me awake with the moon still shining
through the windows.

    I showered alone since the others had had theirs last night. I ate fast
and was off to school as the sun began to dim the moon with the first light
of day. I got to the parking lot at a quarter to six and made my way to the
main locker room. The door was open and there were already ten guys there
hanging out in three groups by their class ranks. I was the only sophomore
and didn't really know any of the others well, so I just took a seat on the
bench setting my backpack down on the floor by my feet.

    Just as I sat down, Marty Davis and Conner Rayburn, two of my fellow
sophs, came through the door. They walked over to where I sat, but before
we could say anything to each other, a group of seven upper classmen, all
of them football and baseball jocks, came in with a lot of horseplay and
cutting up. It cut through the quiet chit-chat from the other segregated
groups and rang out in the locker room. The door to the coach's office
swung open and the loud shrill blast of a whistle pierced the clamor from
the new arrivals. There was instant silence as I stood and we all turned
our heads to face the source of the interruption.

    "A cadet will always act orderly and with dignity," SGT O'Malley stated
loudly holding the whistle that was on a black lanyard around his neck, "It
states that very clearly word for word in the pamphlet you all told me you
read! If this is what you think orderly is, then we have different
definitions of the word, and cadets, my definition is the only one that
counts! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

   "Sir, yes Sir," I said loudly and immediately, looking directly at the
Sergeant.

   The only problem was that the others failed to respond. My quick answer
had taken them off guard and they all had turned their heads to look at me
like I was some kind of alien that had appeared suddenly in their midst.

    The whistle sliced through the room again.

    "YOU WILL FACE ME AND GIVE ME YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION WHEN I AM
ADDRESSING YOU!" O'Malley yelled and then continued loudly, "At least I
have one cadet in the making, but the others didn't have the benefit of
your instruction Mr. Woodley, since they all came to apply in groups before
classes started and my door was open. So, Mr. Woodley, face me and tell
your fellow cadets what I told you I expect from the members of my unit."

    I turned my body to fully face SGT O'Malley and looking directly at him
I took a breath and desperately tried to recall everything he had told me
the previous day.

    "A cadet should knock and wait for an answer before entering a room
with a closed door," I began and then corrected myself, "Make that: A cadet
will knock and wait for an answer before entering a room with a closed door
whether anyone is apparently there or not."

    SGT O'Malley stood calmly, watching me intently with whistle in
hand. He was wearing army green gym shorts and tee-shirt, white crew socks,
a green and brown camo ball cap, and white running shoes. His muscles had
muscles and the skimpy shorts and thin cotton shirt showed every contour of
his body, even his prominent crotch bulge that was evidently constrained by
a jockstrap since the lines of his butt straps stood out on the seat of his
shorts from the stretch of his awesome glutes and thighs. Red hairs dusted
his arms, legs, and thighs, with a wisp of chest hair protruding from the
neck of his tee. My dick swelled up to about one fourth its full potential
from the sight. I was ever so glad I had pumped out three loads the
previous night. I took in all of this in an instant, swallowed, and
continued.

    "When answering a yes or no question from the Sergeant, a cadet will
respond with a Sir, yes Sir, or a Sir, no Sir, whichever the question
requires. When answering other questions, a cadet will use only one Sir in
response," I took another breath and went on, "The Sergeant will address us
as Mr. whatever your last name is, Cadet whatever your last name is, cadet,
or by our simple first or last names as the Sergeant chooses. We..., I mean
cadets, will address the Sergeant as SGT O'Malley or as Staff SGT O'Malley
in formal situations to be taught to the cadets. I think that's all SGT
O'Malley, Sir."

   "Adequate Mr. Woodley, thank you," he said to me and then went on to all
of us, "The reason it was only adequate is because of two reasons. One is
it was paraphrased. When you are through with my course you will be able to
quote what anyone says to you word for word. It is a skill that each of you
has the ability to learn. Any person with good scholastic aptitude has this
potential, and each and every one of you was chosen for scholastic aptitude
as well as other criteria. The second reason is that Mr. Woodley said, `I
think,' not sure if he remembered all of my instruction. When you finish
this course, cadets, you will KNOW! There will be no uncertainty. You will
be absolutely sure of what you know and you will know it exactly. Do you
understand?"

    This time the room resounded with an almost together, "Sir, yes Sir!"

    "Okay cadets, take a seat on the benches," SGT O'Malley instructed us,
"Put your belongings on the floor behind you for now. In a while, you'll be
assigned a locker for JROTC where you will store your gear in the future
when we have physical training. Sit still and listen up. Corporal Hodges
and Corporal Chalmers will be in to measure you for physical training gear
and JROTC uniforms. What you are going to do first is strip. I mean
bare-assed. Every piece of clothing you need will be supplied to you. Today
you will get your PT gear along with instructions on care and cleaning as
well as a diagram on where and how each item is stored in your
locker. Memorize it. There will be a test on Monday. Your JROTC cadet
uniforms will be ready for you to pick up in class on Tuesday along with
instructions for them. This is the last time I will tell you to memorize
instructions. Any and all written instructions you are given are to be
memorized. Do you understand?"

    "Sir, yes Sir," we all answered, this time in unison.

    "Good," the Sergeant said, "Now cadets, stand up and strip. Fold your
clothes and set them on the bench behind you. When you are finished
undressing come forward and get in line in front of me."

    We all stood up and began shedding our clothes. The younger guys were a
little hesitant, but the smallest one of the four set right in so the other
three followed his lead. I recognized him as one of the Brenton kids. Their
family had seven boys and one girl that had taken off for college two years
ago. He was most definitely no stranger to being naked with other guys. I
was the second one to finish and got in line behind Jim Lansing, a senior
and co-captain of the football team. He was heavier than me, but I stood an
inch taller. I was pleased to see that his physique wasn't any better than
mine. Hard farm work paid off in the buff body department.

    As the other guys lined up behind us, Sergeant O'Malley opened the
office door and signaled to two men dressed just as he was. They were both
shorter than me, but had bodies harder and better toned. One was blond and
the other was brunette. Neither of them sported the body hair of SGT
O'Malley, but both had the same no-nonsense military attitude. The blonde
had a brown cardboard box about 3' x 3' and two feet deep with a clipboard
on top that he carried out and set down by the Sergeant. The darker haired
one carried a box about half that size that he continued to hold onto as
they came to stand on either side of O'Malley. The blond took a measuring
tape from around his neck. SGT O'Malley picked up the clipboard.

    "Cadets, this is CPL Hodges," O'Malley said indicating the blonde, "And
this is CPL Chalmers. They will take your measurements. If they ask you any
questions, address them by rank and name. Continue Corporal."

    "Yes Sir, Sergeant O'Malley," Hodges replied.

    The CPL put the measuring tape around Jim's waist and drew it together.

    "Thirty-four sir," Hodges told the Sergeant.

    While SGT O'Malley wrote down the measurement, CPL Hodges opened the
large box and handed Jim a small box out of it. CPL Chalmers put his shoe
beside Jim's foot and aligned his heel with the senior's.

    "Eleven and one half sir," Chalmers stated.

    O'Malley wrote that down and the dark haired CPL handed Jim a pair of
plain white crew socks from the smaller box.

    "Cadets, go back to your places at the bench and put on your gear as
you receive it," SGT O'Malley told us looking up from his clipboard, "Put
your empty boxes and stick-on labels in the trash bin by the restroom
door. Then you may sit, but no talking and don't wander. Toilet breaks are
allowed, but make them quick. Do you understand?"

    "Sir, yes Sir," we all responded.

    Jim moved back to his place at the bench and Hodges motioned me
forward. He took my waist measurement, which was thirty-one and one half
inches and handed me a box. It was a medium size jockstrap. Chalmers put
his shoe next to mine and using some skill he had developed judging foot
size, announced me to be a size ten. He was dead on. I was handed a pair of
crew socks and I turned and went back to my place to put on my new jock and
socks.

    As measurements were reeled off in the background, the rest of us put
on our new gear. In less time than you would think, all twenty of us were
sitting on the benches in just jockstraps and socks. The two corporals took
the boxes back into the office and came back out with two more. The three
army men all went back in the office and returned with another two boxes
and SGT O'Malley wheeled in a scale with one of those height measuring bars
attached.

    "Cadets," the Sergeant announced, "In the future when I call for a
weigh-in, it means to report in supporters and socks only. Now as I call
your name, step up on the scale. After we get your weight and height, step
off the scale to the right to CPL Hodges for your final measurements. Then
go back to your seats."

    SGT O'Malley called off the first name. It wasn't Jim Lansing, but one
of the freshmen. After the third name it was apparent that we were being
called by our age, youngest to oldest, that put me sixth. When I was
called, I stood on the scale and had my height and weight taken. I was
six-one and one hundred seventy pounds. I had grown another inch since my
last measurement. I stepped off the scale and stood in front of Hodges who
barely glanced at me as he ordered me to raise my arms to the side. He took
his tape and got measurements of my neck, the back of my neck to my finger
tip, my wrist, across my shoulders, chest, armpit to wrist, and my hips. He
then ordered me to stand with my feet slightly apart. The blond Corporal
then knelt and put the end of his tape right up under my jock pouch and
took my inseam length. As I felt his hand against my nut sack, my dick made
a couple of twitches and bulged out slightly. I pretended not to
notice. CPL Hodges then took the measurement from my hip to my ankle.

    "Very good Woodley," he said to me as he finished, "I see you're still
growing. That's all for now, you can go."

    I saw the Corporal's eyes dart to my jock bulge and I swear he had very
subtle smile on his face. I went back to my place and started paying more
attention to CPL Hodges. He had one of those vague smiles for just two more
guys, both seniors, and I saw that the two of them had ample packing in
their jock pouches.

    In the two hours we had before school started, we got issued a locker
number with combination, two more jockstraps, two more pair of socks, three
sets of army green gym shorts and tee-shirts, a pair of white athletic
shoes, and a sheet of instructions with a diagram on how gear should be
stored in our locker. We were all dressed just like the men now minus the
camo ball caps.

    O'Malley had us line up in the order we had been called and Corporal
Chalmers led us on a slow jog down the hall, and out the side door to the
exercise courtyard about a hundred feet. He then took a tight turn and
trotted us back into the locker room the way we had come. He then set us to
stand in front of our personal lockers.

    "Does anyone have a problem with their gear?" O'Malley asked us.

    One of the freshmen raised his hand.

    "What is it, Cadet Barret?" the Sergeant asked.

    "Sir," the smallest guy among us answered, "My shorts are a little
loose."

    "Don't worry about it just now Mr. Barret," O'Malley answered, "We'll
put some muscle on you and you'll be fitting them just fine faster than
you'd believe. You're a tad under-weight and that will be remedied. Anyone
else?"

    There was silence.

    "Okay then," the red-headed Sergeant announced, "Change back into your
regular clothes, stow your gear properly, and get to class. I'll see you
all last period in my class. Some of your classes have been rearranged to
accommodate that. You'll receive your new schedules in your homeroom. Have
a good day cadets."

    With that, the Sergeant turned and went into the office followed by CPL
Chalmers. CPL Hodges took the seat by the office door and watched us all as
we changed back into our regular duds and set up our lockers. When I
started to leave, he motioned me and the two other guys I thought he had
smiled at to him.

    "Cadets," the corporal said to the three of us, "Chalmers and I have
been given an assignment to build an obstacle course for your training. SGT
O'Malley has given us orders to hire three hands to help us accomplish this
task in the next month. It will be for three hours after school and eight
hours on Saturday's starting tomorrow. The pay is minimum wage plus one
dollar an hour. Let me know if you're in after your ROTC class this
afternoon."

    "Yes Sir, Corporal Hodges," we all three said together as the Corporal
made a hand shooing gesture at us with a real smile this time.

    We left the locker room talking quietly together about the
proposition. We all three decided that it would be really cool to build an
obstacle course and unanimously agreed to take the job offer. All I needed
to do was get permission from my Grandpa and I thought Ben could wrangle
that for me.

   ROTC class was pretty pedestrian that afternoon. We were all assigned
seats, issued a text book, and given a handout with a calendar of the
course schedule. PT was to be on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from now
on and regular class on the other two days. Tuesdays and Thursdays were
also uniform dress days. SGT O'Malley then gave us a lecture on the history
of college ROTC and the subsequent Junior ROTC high school program. He
ended the class with a lecture on his expectations that we be the icons of
behavior and dignity at our school. And with his last word, the bell
rang. As we stood to leave, we were interrupted by the sound of the
Sergeant's loud whistle.

    "Cadets!" SGT O'Malley got our full attention, "You will remain seated
until dismissed in my class. Do you understand?"

    "Sir, yes Sir!" we answered in unison, sitting back down at our desks.

    "Cadets dismissed!" O'Malley said firmly once we were all still in our
places.

    As we all stood to leave, I looked around for CPL Hodges. Brett Stanton
and Mitch Coffield, the two seniors to whom Hodges had also offered the job
were also looking around.

    "You'll find the Corporals in the hall cadets." SGT O'Malley said not
even looking up from what he was reading at his desk.

    We were the last three out the door and found CPLs Hodges and Chalmers
standing at ease on either side of the door as we exited.

    "Okay guys," Hodges said to us, "Do you all have some time to fill out
employment papers and get a run down on what we'll be doing?"

    Brett and I both agreed that would be good with us, but Mitch said he
had to catch a ride with his neighbor or the bus, so he needed to leave
pretty soon. I guess I was starting to feel `Cadet Camaraderie' and I
looked at Mitch who was just an inch or so shorter than me.

    "Your place is just a couple of miles past mine Mitch," I said to him,
"I'd be glad to give you a ride."

    "That's a taker Woodley," he said to me with a smile and a sparkle in
his light grey eyes, "You're an alright guy, and getting to ride in that
Stang of yours is a step up from Lansing's pick-up any day. I just need to
go tell him I got another ride today."

    "Hustle it up and meet us in the coach's office Coffield," Hodges said,
"Come on Woodley and Stanton, let's get you started."

    The two Corporals headed for the stairs down to the locker rooms and
Brett and I fell into step behind them. The army men walked with an air of
purpose and confidence that I admired and tried to emulate. I noticed that
Brett was doing the same thing. He turned his head and smiled up at me.

    "Hey Justin?" he queried me; "Do you think I could get a ride in your
car sometime too?"

    "Sure Brett," I answered, "But you've got a car."

    "Yeah," he said to me with a laugh, "A twenty year old beat up Jeep
Wrangler. There's no comparison. Your ride makes people look. Everyone
knows Will Kane is the best mechanic in a hundred miles, so it probably
runs better than factory new."

    "What kinda car you got Woodley?" Chalmers asked me speaking for the
first time that afternoon as he pulled out a set of keys to open the
athletic office door.

    "It's a '65 Mustang," I answered briefly, not wanting to sound like I
was boasting to these two military studs and hunky Brett Stanton who I
didn't think had even known my first name.

    "And the three farm hands at his place gave it to him fully restored
for his birthday just day before yesterday," Brett added, reminding me that
word of mouth was faster than lightning in our part of the world.

    "That's sweet Woodley," Chalmers said motioning us into the office,
"SGT O'Malley has a cobalt blue '65 Mustang convertible."

    It took me by surprise that the Sergeant owned the same make and model
car that I did. Before I could reply, I was once again taken back, this
time by a huge animal head rising up from the other side of one of the
desks in the office. Brett and I both stared as the creature stood up and
came to a standing position with his chest level with the desk top. He, and
it most definitely was a he, had a bold pattern of black markings and white
background sharply delineated across his whole body. There were big spots
and small spots scattered randomly all over. His head was white with two
black ears and both eyes were encircled with black. The huge dog just stood
there and looked back at us, calmly and regally, no wagging tail, no
aggressive behavior, he just studied us.

    "Don't worry fellas," Hodges said with a chuckle, "That's Bacchus. He's
the Sergeant's Great Dane. If you want to get in good with the Sarge, then
make friends with Bacchus. He treats him better than he does most
people. Chalmers and I are taking him with us to mark off the obstacle
course. Come here Bacchus and meet Stanton and Woodley."

    The giant canine walked casually around to us and thrust his head
forward to sniff Brett and mine's extended hands. We both started to pet
him and his tail finally began to wag. CPL Chalmers sorted through some
papers on what was obviously SGT O'Malley's desk while CPL Hodges went to
and opened one of the lockers in the row on the far wall.

    "When it's just us working together," Hodges told us as he took off his
dress shoes and undid his belt, "You guys can just call us Hodges and
Chalmers, or Mike, that's me, or Rob, that's him. Hell, we're only three
years older than you Stanton. Just make sure you use titles when the Sarge
is around."

    "Yeah," Chalmers added, "The Sergeant is gonna be a stickler for
protocol while he gets this experimental JROTC program going. This job is
usually reserved for retired Coms, that's commissioned officer, but a
retired four star asked for him and here we are."

    "You complaining?" Hodges asked his buddy while he continued to undress
and hang his uniform in the locker, "I guess you miss drills and base
chow."

    "Fuck you Hodges," Chalmers said with a snort finding the papers he was
looking for, "You know I'm just letting our new pals in on what's what."

    The dark haired Corporal opened the desk drawer and retrieved three
pens. As he was placing the papers and pens on the desk in three sets,
there was a knock on the door. Hodges walked over to it bare assed and
lifted a slat on the blinds covering the upper half window to see who it
was.

    "Come on in Coffield," He said opening the door, "We were just telling
your fellow cadets that this job is gonna be socially casual between the
five of us when SGT O'Malley isn't around. They can spill the rest to you
later."

    Mitch stepped into the room and you couldn't help but noticed him
checking out the naked blonde army stud that held the door open for
him. Truth be told, Brett and I were both taking notice of the Corporal's
buff bod too. Chalmers eyes went around the room observing all of us and
let out a laugh.

    "You wouldn't have even noticed him two years ago when he got to boot
guys," he said with a smile, "He didn't have a much better build than
Barret. Now he loves showing off his hard core commando body. That's one of
the better perks to being army. Go ahead and look. He doesn't mind. Your
JROTC program will have you all three lookin' close to that in no time. And
you'll all get real easy with nudity. SGT O'Malley will see to that. Hey
Mike, you remember Dickson in our training squad?"

    "Hell yes!" Hodges answered swaggering back to the locker, "You don't
forget something like that."

    "Here ya go guys," Chalmers said to us, "Just fill out the employment
form, withholding and all that. We really do work for the US government, no
pay under the table shit here, all nice and proper. You'll get a paycheck
every Friday from Uncle Sam starting next Friday. And Coffield, meet
Bacchus, give him a good petting so he knows you. He'll be around a
lot. The Sarge takes him everywhere. He was a Christmas present to SGT
O'Malley from his commanding General."

    "Fuck Rob," Hodges said pulling on his jockstrap, "Get `em some chairs
so they can write legibly you dick."

    "Sorry guys," CPL Chalmers said to us with a wink, "I really do have
better manners. Grab any chair you want. I must have been distracted by
Mike's tight hard ass."

    "More likely by this," CPL Hodges responded by grabbing his full jocked
crotch and shaking it at Chalmers, "I brought this to boot, without any
help from the Army."

All three of us were coming to grips with the two Corporals actions. It was
apparent the two men felt fully at ease with each other and were treating
us as equals. The repartee was not much different from our teenage locker
room standards, except that CPL Hodges groped his package until it was
obvious that his cock was boning up. He then sat down in a folding chair by
the lockers and pulled on a pair of crew socks with his jock bulge
prominently displayed on the metal seat. Any time one of us would glance at
it as we got our chairs and sat to fill out the forms he would grin openly
at us. Chalmers went over to the locker next to Hodges and began quickly
undressing, quietly talking to his army pal who spread his legs and leaned
back in his chair giving us three cadets a clear and easy view of his manly
form.

    "Uhm, Corporal Chalmers?" Brett started to question.

    "Hey pal," Chalmers interrupted him as he took off his dress pants,
"Remember when it's just us, it's Chalmers or Rob. Let's be friends okay?
The work will go a lot smoother that way. Now whatcha wanna know?"

    "I'm just wondering...Rob," Brett said cautiously, "Uh..., what
happened?"

   "With what buddy?" the Corporal looked at him expectantly as he shucked
his army issue boxers and stood as naked as Hodges had been just a few
minutes ago.

    He was just as attractive as the blonde stud. His dark brown hair was
repeated in a treasure trail line from the middle of his sparsely haired
chest all the way down past his navel to a neatly trimmed patch of pubes
framing a fat thick cock backed up by two plum sized nuts drawn up tightly
behind it. The size of the military hunk's nuts made his wide circumcised
dick stick out provocatively from his crotch. Brett ogled it and quickly
looked up to see if Chalmers had caught him looking at his piece. He
had. Hodges had too and he looked at the blushing senior with a grin.

    "It's cool Stanton," the blonde Corporal said sitting up and taking
Chalmers by the hips and turning him to give us a profile view, "The lucky
fucker is a grower and a shower. He packs a pair of pants like a real stud
and always gets looks. Come on guys, check him out. We're both proud of our
bodies. We both went through exhausting physical work and exercise to earn
them. Don't ever worry or be embarrassed to look at either one of us bare
or dressed. We'll be seeing a whole lot of each other both ways. You didn't
see either one of us being shy or uneasy when we were up close and personal
with your bare assed bodies."

    Chalmers turned back to us and took four steps to stand in front of
Brett. The good looking senior looked up at him wide eyed with a trace of
apprehension. I noticed Mitch take advantage of all the attention being on
the two of them to unobtrusively reach into his crotch and adjust
himself. He was definitely packing some major wood.

    "Look down at my dick Brett," Chalmers said to the senior calmly, "It's
okay pal. It's a nice one. Yours isn't bad either. See I said it, I checked
your package out when I was measuring you. No harm buddy, no foul. It's
just a penis. My big balls just make it jut out really cool."

    Brett made a swallowing motion and looked at the Corporal's crotch. He
made himself check it out completely, even cocking his head to the side to
get a better look at how Chalmers' tight round nutsack caused his member to
stick out glaringly. He nodded his head approvingly and looked back up to
the dark haired Corporal's eyes.

    "It is a nice one Rob," he said, "Real nice, I just wish..."

    "Wish what man?" Chalmers asked cutting his eyes quickly to Hodges who
was watching the interaction calmly.

    "I wish I was as proud of my dick as you are of yours," the senior
blurted out in a rush.

    "No reason you shouldn't be," Chalmers said turning to walk back to his
locker showing us a butt so muscle-hard you could bounce quarters off of it
like a table top, "I've seen it. It's a beaut. Tell ya what, we'll work on
your body self-image together if you want. Right Mike?"

    "For sure," Hodges responded, "What say we all do it together when we
shower after work every day? You guys want to do that? We'll have you three
walking around cock proud in no time. SGT O'Malley will really like the
confidence you guys will have."

    The two Corporals looked at the three of us questioningly.

    We all nodded tentative yeses.

    "Come on guys," Chalmers said to us, "Speak up."

    "Yes," Brett and I both answered.

    Bacchus joined in with a bark probably responding to the word speak,
that made all eyes go to Mitch who hadn't answered and looked a little pale
with his mouth open. Hodges got up from his chair and went over to put his
hand on Mitch's shoulder.

    "It's okay if you don't want to Coffield," he said with an open look,
"We're just trying to be friendly and make you feel at ease. We don't want
you to be uncomfortable or embarrassed."

    "I... know man...," Mitch said haltingly, "It's just that..."

    "Uh Mike?" I interjected for some reason trying to take the heat off my
new friend Mitch.

    "What Justin?" the blue-eyed blonde turned to me.

    "I'm not sure I can keep from getting... you know..., like excited
sometimes," I said turning red.

    "Hell Justin," He said to me with a laugh, "A cock that doesn't get
hard isn't worth having now, is it? There are companies making a fortune
off of poor men with that problem. Popping a boner isn't a problem buddy,
but not getting one is. If it happens, just go with it and make sure we all
know you're happy your dick works so well."

    "So Mitch," Hodges turned his attention back to Coffield, "What's your
reservation man? No pressure pal, just asking so we don't make you feel
uncomfortable."

    "I don't have any reservations Mike, I'm in," he said back to the
corporal, glancing at me and even taking an obvious gander at the blonde's
bulging jock pouch, "But we're probably gonna take some flack from the
other guys when they see us being so casual about anybody's pecker swingin'
around and you two advocating it."

    "So we keep the encouragement between the five of us and maybe SGT
O'Malley. He'll approve I'm sure," Hodges explained, "Ignore the rest of
the crap. When you don't respond, the others will eventually wise up and
have a more mature attitude about their own bodies. Trust me buddy, Rob and
I have both been through it. There isn't ANY body privacy in the army. You
lose that real fast. Glad you're onboard."

   Hodges walked back to his chair and sat down lounging back again showing
us his easy relaxed attitude while Chalmers put on his jock and sat down on
the short bench to put his crew socks on. We were all finished with our
employment papers and waited on the two Corporals to finish dressing
out. To my surprise, they both stopped just in jocks and socks.

    "Don't look so surprised Woodley," Chalmers said to me, "SGT O'Malley
makes us weigh in every day. You're lucky he lets you off with just three
weigh-ins a week, but then again, you're cadets, not US Army soldiers. The
Sergeant takes our physical health and condition seriously. As he says,
`You never know when your country is going to have to call on you for its
own safety and you have to be in top condition.' He'll be down to see us in
a few and we'll have our daily workout, but until then let me tell you what
we're going to be doing for the obstacle course."

    "Hold up on that a second Rob," Hodges interrupted, "We got a little
sidetracked. I think Stanton was asking a question before your dick got in
the way."

    "Oh right!" Chalmers said, "What were you asking Brett?"

    "It wasn't important," the senior said checking out the two Corporals
physiques openly now, "I was just curious about that guy Dickson you were
talking about."

    The two jocked army studs started laughing.

    "It's okay Brett," Hodges said as he quit his guffaws, "It's just so
appropriate to the conversation we've been having that it is funny."

    "Yeah," Chalmers explained, "That guy Dickson was in our training
squad. One day our supervising Corporal thought we were slacking off and to
tell the truth the five of us were. We had just come back from our first
weekend leave. It was cold that day and he had us dress in daily PT gear,
pretty much like you saw us this morning, but with combat boots. He ran us
through the grey gloomy cold and when we got to the training field, he made
us strip down to nothing but socks and boots and do calisthenics. Dickson
just happened to throw a major rod during the exercises, his prick was even
leaking a little bit. The Corporal ignored it and continued to work our
naked asses off until we could hardly move. He then had us pick up our gear
and quick time it to the showers, all this time Dickson's hard-on just kept
bouncing along. When we got in the showers and the Corporal left us to get
ready for mess, we all began to rail on Dickson. To cut the story short, he
ended up with the temporary nickname of Dick's on. I say temporary because
it wasn't two whole days before the Sergeant heard about it. And yes, I
mean SGT O'Malley. He called our squad to the gymnasium and had us all
strip down in the locker room."

    "I want to tell the rest," Hodges jumped in and continued, "We got a
long lecture on squad unity and then the Sarge told Dickson to step forward
and stroke his cock. The guy looked like he was gonna die of embarrassment,
but SGT O'Malley made him yank his crank until it was stiff as a board. He
then made Dickson turn around and face us. The Sergeant ordered the other
four of us on our knees and had us knee walk to a line in front of
Dickson. He then made us one by one kiss the guy's cockhead and tell him
what a great piece of meat the man had between his legs."

    Stanton, Coffield, and I were staring jaws agape at Hodges by this
time. Corporal Chalmers was watching the three of us with a big grin on his
face. Hodges continued his story.

    "The Sarge then had us all get back in ranks and asked us if anybody
had anymore cute nicknames to apply to our fellow squad members. I don't
think any of us ever said a more heartfelt `Sir, no Sir!' than that one
that came from all of us instantly. He then dismissed us and we dressed and
went back to routine without ever putting down one of our squadies
again. That event knocked any cock shyness out of me for good guys, let me
tell you. So that's the Dickson event as I call it."

    I don't know which feeling was stronger, my shock at the easy open
relating of the tale, or my excitement that SGT O'Malley had made these two
studs kiss a hard cock. I had a throbbing rod in my jeans to prove my
excitement and an open mouth to show my shock. Mitch was adjusting his own
crotch again and I saw Brett's bulge pulse with his own erection. Chalmers
and Hodges both had noticeably bigger and heavier hanging jock pouches and
all three of us just looked back and forth between them.

    "Pretty wild, hmm guys?" Chalmers said into the quiet, "Sergeant
O'Malley always gets his point across. Now let me tell you what we're gonna
do over the next three weeks building an obstacle course."

    Just like that the conversation changed. The Corporals told us what we
were going to be building and gave us a run-down on the schedule SGT
O'Malley had given them. In less than thirty minutes we were through and
knew exactly what was expected of us. The two army studs shook our hands,
said their goodbyes, and told us to meet them back here tomorrow morning at
seven AM.

    "Can you believe that?" Brett asked me and Mitch as we headed for the
student parking lot," Do you think they were bee-essing us?"

    "I don't think so," I answered, "It was too real."

    "Yeah, and the way they both were so confidant and upfront about their
dicks and bodies," Mitch added, "It was just way cool."

    I suddenly realized I had left my copy of the W-2 form on the desk.

    "Damn guys!" I said, "I left my copy on the desk. Here Mitch take my
keys and start up the car so Brett can check out the engine. I'll be back
in a flash, just don't go anywhere."

    "I wouldn't do that Justin," he answered, "All upper classmen aren't
jerks."

    "I didn't think you were man," I said to him as I dashed back down the
stairs to get my form copy.

     As I entered the locker room I heard what seemed like a loud moan from
the athletic office. I quietly stepped up to the door and saw that one of
the slats on the blinds was off kilter. I bent down and peered through the
small opening. The fluorescent lights in the office revealed a sight that
will stay in my mind forever.

    Corporal Hodges was bent over face down on SGT O'Malley's desk. His
face was turned toward me, but I couldn't see it because Corporal Chalmers'
jockstrapped ass blocked my view. From the motions, I could tell that the
blonde Corporal was chowing down on his pal's cock. That didn't surprise me
much at all. I had after all been doing the same thing with my buddies at
the farm for about two years now. What blew my mind was seeing Bacchus
behind Hodges, swiping his big long tongue up the Corporal's jocked ass
crack. Each time the giant dog took a lick between those hard muscles, the
man would let out a loud dick muffled moan of pleasure. Suddenly the big
canine jumped up and put his front paws around the blonde hunk's hips and
began humping his way in between the Corporal's thighs. I saw a dripping
red mottled dog cock that had to be at least eight inches long thrust its
way between the guy's butt cheeks. It disappeared between them and the
Great Dane began a pile driving pistoning into the army stud's
asshole. Hodges let out a low pitched yell as his mouth came up off
Chalmers' rod. Just then the sound of a door echoed through the locker
room.

    I darted into the darkness of the unlit shower room and peered around
the corner. SGT O'Malley came striding down the locker room hall with his
manly swagger, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. He got to the office
door and took out his keys and opened it.

    "Just in time to see you take the knot Hodges," he said as he entered
the room and shut the door behind him.

    As soon as the office door was shut, I pelted down the aisle to the
door. I was extra careful to let it shut without any noise and I shot up
the stairs like a rocket, backpack pelting off my back with every three
step leap. I ran across the gym foyer and out one of the six sets of double
doors. I was down the steps and into the parking lot four spaces from my
car when I finally slowed to a walk. Brett and Mitch were looking up from
where they had my hood up checking out the Mustang engine, staring at me.

    "Damn Woodley," Brett said, "We didn't even start it up man. You didn't
need to kill yourself racing to get here. We weren't gonna do anything you
wouldn't like."

    "I... didn't... think... you... would," I stated between heaving
breaths.

    "Then why the mad dash?" Mitch asked me, "And you look like you've seen
a ghost."

    "I... just didn't...want... you guys... to have... to wait... on me," I
lied still breathing heavy and looking back over my shoulder to the doors.

    Brett and Mitch looked at each other and then back at me skeptically
and Brett shrugged his shoulders.

    "Whatever man," Brett said to me as I walked slowly up to them panting
slower now, "None of the senior jerk wads tried to do anything to you did
they? Coffield and I saw a group of them in the hall on our way out."

    "No," I reassured him finally getting my breath back, "They seem to
leave us bigger guys alone. Besides I didn't see anyone else anyway... I
mean, I didn't see any other students."

    "Cool man," Mitch said, and then asked, "Did you get your paper?"

    "Uh... no I didn't."

    "Why the hell not?" he asked, "It's what you went back for."

    "Well... when I got back to the locker room...," I suddenly came up
with a plausible lie, "SGT O'Malley was already with the Corporals and I
didn't want to interrupt them. I figured I could just get it in the
morning."

    "Yeah, I understand that," Brett said with a grin, "I don't think the
Sergeant would take interrupting well."

    "I get that," Mitch added with a laugh as he shut the hood, "Don't poke
the bear, as my old man says."

    "Hey, I gotta go guys," Brett said and turned to his Jeep three parking
spaces down from mine, "Don't forget that ride you said I could have
Justin. Put in a good word for me Mitch."

    "I'll do that Brett," Mitch called out to him, "Maybe I can work
something out with Woodley so he'd let you drive it a few feet."

    "Yeah, you do that," he yelled back smiling as he got into his car
waving to us, "I'll see you guys in the morning."

    Mitch tossed me my keys over the hood and went to open the passenger
door.

    "Wait a sec," I told him and as he paused to see what I wanted, I
tossed the keys back to him and said, "Why don't you drive to your house?"

    "You serious?" he asked me with a big grin on his face.

    "Only if you have a valid license," I answered.

    "Hot damn Justin," Mitch exclaimed as he practically danced around my
car to the driver's door, "You sure know how to make a friend."

    "Let's see how that works out when we get to your house in one piece,"
I said to him as I walked to the passenger side and got in, "No speeding
okay?"

    "Gotcha man," the good looking senior said smiling at me as he buckled
his post production seatbelt and started the engine, "Driving Miss Daisy it
is."

    "I've got your Driving Miss Daisy right here," I said grabbing my
crotch as I buckled my seat belt with the other hand and we took off
sedately from the parking lot.

    "I bet that'd be a thrill ride for sure," he teased back at me, "Just
from what I happened to see this morning of course."



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