Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2005 08:53:19 -0600
From: troy161@hotmail.com
Subject: Cadet Firefighter, Part IV

Although he had no immediate intentions of joining the Marines...he was
going to firefighter's school...Sean signed up to go on maneuvers with the
Marine unit.  It wasn't a sign-up to join, but part of the recruiting
program, to give a guy a close-up, hands-on idea of what being a Marine was
all about.  He would be gone a week with the unit, leaving Sunday morning
and arriving back on the following Sunday.  He cleared it with Lt. Johnson
at the fire station first.
"Sure, go," Johnson told him.  "Just don't let them talk you into joining.
Not yet anyway.  We're not done with you here," he said with a grin.
"I won't let `em talk me into anything," Sean said.
"Shit, you're gonna think you've died and gone to heaven, being with a bunch
of Marines for a whole week," Johnson said.
"I don't think it's going to be anything like that," Sean said.  He didn't
know if he was lying or not.  Despite what all he'd done with the Marines,
he couldn't imagine doing that on maneuvers, with hundreds of other Marines
around.
"Just be careful," Johnson told him.  "That don't-ask-don't tell policy is a
bunch of shit.  They still court-martial your ass for stuff like that."
"I'm not actually a Marine so they can't court martial me," Sean said.
"Yeah, but if they found out...you would never get in the Marines."
"So I'll stay a firefighter," Sean said.
"Thata boy," Johnson said.
Sean reported early on Sunday with his gym bag. PFC Jason Brown was his
sponsor.  He took him to the office to sign the necessary papers.  He was
surprised when the sergeant handed him a set of dog tags.
"Your dog tags have a small yellow sticker on them.  That is the only thing
that will identify you as a guest recruit. As such, you will be under
constant scrutiny by the cadre but it does not mean you will be given any
special treatment.  You either cut it as a Marine or you don't.  Only thing
is, you get to go back home and be a civilian.  Unless you decide to join
us.  Any questions?"
"No, sir."
"You don't address an NCO as sir.  Only officers."
After that Jason took him to the supply room to be outfitted.
"I don't know all of the ranks," Sean said.
"I'll teach you. Just remember one thing.  If the rank is on the shoulders
he's an officer.  If it's on the arm, he's an NCO."
"What is that, anyway?"
"Non-commissioned officer.  You're a private. I've got one stripe; that's a
Private First Class."
"Which means you out-rank me."
"Everybody outranks you," Jason said.  "Almost everybody outranks me.  Hell,
everybody outranks somebody.  Next is corporal...like Casey...he's got two
stripes.  Three stripes is sergeant; three up and one down is sergeant first
class and so on.  Second lieutenant has gold bars on his shoulder.  First
lieutenant has silver bars.  Captain, two silver bars.  Major, gold leaf
cluster.  Lt. colonel wears silver leaf cluster.  Colonel has an eagle on
his shoulders, they call them full birds.  One star is a brigadier general
and it goes from there, major general, lieutenant general and general.
Anything with a star, you stop and not only salute, you shit your pants."
"How am I supposed to remember all of that?"  Sean asked.
"I've got a book you can study.  It's more important to learn the NCO ranks.
  You know, PFC and Corporal...that's me and Casey...anything above that,
just address them as sergeant.  Anything with rank on their shoulders, call
them sir.  That'll get you by.  If all else fails, well, you've got that
little yellow sticker on your dog tags.  They won't expect you to know
everything, but the more you know the better."
At the supply room he was outfitted with a uniform and combat boots and his
gear, which consisted of a soft cap, a helmet, web belt with canteen, ammo
pouch, first aid kit and bayonet.
"You got a good fit," Jason said as he watched him don the uniform.  He
showed him how to blouse his boots and hook the belt around his waist.  He
gave the belt a tug.  "There, if that ain't a picture of a Marine, I don't
know what is."
	"I don't get a rifle, huh?" Sean asked.
"If you do, it'll be issued when we get to camp," Jason said.
They were loaded on trucks for the trip to Camp Wallace.  He sat between
Jason and Cpl. Casey, up front, next to the cab.
"It's going to be a long haul," Jason warned.
"And there's no room to lie down," Sean observed.
"We lean against each other," Casey said.
It was a long haul, made longer by the rough riding trucks.  Still, Sean
found himself getting sleepy.  He had gotten up at four o'clock.  He kept
dozing off and his head kept falling till he felt himself being pulled in to
rest against somebody's shoulder.  Thankfully, he slept.  It was a fitful
sleep, to be sure.  The trucks weren't made as passenger vehicles and the
seats were hard, and he kept coming out of his slumber at the feel of hands
on his legs and his butt, and groping his crotch.
Not here, he thought.  If the word was out about him, he didn't want it to
happen in the back of the truck.  He didn't know most of the guys with them.
  But nothing happened, beyond the feeling and groping, and he thought that
might be just Jason and Casey.
They arrived at Camp Wallace in time for late chow, but only after they were
assigned and settled into their barracks.  Double bunks lined both sides of
the old WWII barracks.  A mattress and bedding was rolled upon each bunk.  A
big sergeant strode in and everybody jumped to attention.
"I'm Sgt. Winland.  You will be under my command for your stay here at Camp
Wallace.  Get your gear squared away, get your bunks made up and stand by
for formation for chow."
Jason showed Sean how to make his bunk up tight.  It wasn't so much
different from making his bunk at the firehouse.  They unpacked their gear
and put it in foot lockers and waited for the call to formation.
They didn't just march to the chow hall and go inside.  There were pull-up
stations you had to go through to get to the door of the chow hall.  Sean
was impressed with the way the Marines did pull-ups, but surprised at some
who couldn't do them.  He pumped out twenty when it was his turn, till the
sergeant told him to stop and go on into the chow hall.
"A word of warning," Jason said as they were going through the line.  "Don't
show off."
"I wasn't showing off, I was just doing pull-ups, like he said," Sean said.
"I could've done a lot more."
"I don't doubt it.  Just try to hold back.  You're gonna stand out as it is;
life is easier if you don't draw attention to yourself."
"Okay."
Sean was glad when it was time to hit the sack.  Jason advised him to shower
first.
"It'll save time in the morning," he told him.
He didn't know how conspicuous he should feel in the shower with six or
eight other guys.  He saw the way they were looking at him but he thought it
was probably because he was young, and built for a young kid, and his body
was smooth, not hairy like most of them.  He saw some of the noticing his
cock, but that was pretty natural, the way he was hung.  He didn't think any
of it was any indication of things to come.  But he couldn't remember what
most of the guys at the armory looked like through the steam in the shower
room.  If they remembered him, well......
He slept like a baby, wondering little if Jason and Casey or any of the
others had anything in mind for him.  He didn't see how with the barracks
full of guys. The night was short-lived.  They were brought awake with a
screeching whistle and NCOs tromping in, yelling.
Sean scrambled like a scared rabbit.  He followed Jason's lead to the
latrine where he shaved, even though he didn't really have to, brushed his
teeth and ran a comb through his hair.  They rushed to get dressed then made
up their bunks and squared away their lockers and foot lockers, barely in
time for formation in the company street.
"Gentleman, when you return from chow, double check your area, make sure
your bunk is tight and your locker and foot locker is squared away.  Police
the barracks.  Latrine detail, do it right.  Your barracks will be inspected
in your absence.  Any personal infractions will be noted by a demerit slip
on you bunk.  Any company infractions will be posted on the bulletin board.
Correct those infractions, gentlemen.  You will not want to see those slips
again."
At the chow hall entrance, Sean took Jason's advice.  He did only eighteen
pull-ups and dropped.
"Good, private," the sergeant told him.
After chow there was another formation which took them to the supply room
where they were issued weapons.  Sean was surprised that they gave him a
rifle.  It felt good in his hands.  Sean showed him how to shoulder and
carry it.
He discovered that PT classes would lead off every day.  They were marched
to a wide open field with a platform at one end for the instructor.  They
were instructed to stack their rifles, remove helmets and outer shirts and
web belts and place it all in a pile at their sides.  A tall,
broad-shouldered man mounted the platform. He wore a T-shirt that he was
bulging out of.  If there was a model for a Physical Training instructor,
this guy was it.
Sean watched Jason to be sure he as doing the exercises right.  He caught on
easy; most of the exercises weren't that much different form football
practice.
>From PT class they marked to the rifle range.  There were tables where they
laid their rifles to field strip them.
"What's that?  Field strip?"  Sean asked.
"Watch him," Jason said, nodding to the instructor.  "And watch me. And
don't be so nervous.  You're not expected to know all of this stuff."
Following Jason's lead, he managed to field strip his rifle and put it back
together.  He was proud and surprised that he did it so quickly.  Then their
attention was turned to the range.
Sean loved firing the rifle.  He liked the kick of the rifle and zeroing in
on the target.  He came away with a qualifying score.  An officer asked to
see his score card.
"With this kind of scoring, you could become a marksman," he told him. Then
he spied the yellow sticker.  He reached out for Sean's dog tags. "You could
have fooled me.  You planning to join up?"
"I'm thinking about it," Sean said.
"I hope you do.  You won't regret it.  Dam, son, you're made for the
Marines."
After the rifle range they were taken to the grenade range.  After a
demonstration, they were lined up behind concrete bunkers and given specific
instructions on how to pick up the grenade, pull the pin, draw back, release
and throw.
"Are those live grenades?" Sean asked.
"Was it live ammo?" Jason said.
"If you drop a grenade...!" the instructor yelled out.  That got everyone's
attention.  "If you drop a grenade, yell GRENADE and MOVE and get down."
"Yeah, I guess they are live," Sean mumbled.
Way out from each of the bunkers was a small shed-type structure with a
small window in it.  There were more sheds lined up at one side of the field
to replace any that were blown up.  Sean was surprised how many Marines
missed the target.  Actually it wasn't a miss unless there was no or minimal
damage to the shed, but it was a bulls eyed if you got the grenade through
the window.  Most of the sheds were being blow up.
When his turn came he was surprised how calm he was.  He reached down for
the grenade under the scrutiny of the trainer next to him.  He held the
grenade up and wrapped his hand around it.  He pulled the pin with the other
hand.
"Throw," the trainer said.
He lobbed the grenade straight through the window.  Seconds later the shed
blew to smithereens.  Lumber shot out everywhere and landed in toothpicks.
He'd never felt such exhilaration.  He let out a swoosh of air.
"Yeah, it's almost as good as sex," the trainer said.
The range officer made it a point to come up to Sean and tell him what a
good job he'd done.  He took one of Sean's hands in his and squeezed his
bicep.  "I can tell this arm has thrown a lot of footballs."
"Yes, sir."
"Probably had plenty of other exercise, too," the sergeant added with a
knowing grin.
"Yes, sir, I guess it has," he admitted.
It was another good night.  He slept like a baby and any thoughts of
extra-curricular activities faded from his mind.  He was there to be a
Marine and he was loving it.
Then next morning brought the same routine except that they marched to the
Tank Range.  They weren't going to drive tanks or even learn anything about
tanks.  There were old burned out tanks were placed off in the distance, on
hillsides and in gullies and craters as targets for the rocket launchers.
They used both shoulder launchers and Rifle Propelled Grenades.  Sean liked
both.  He especially liked the feel and the hollow swooshing sound of the
shoulder rocket firing off.  It wasn't as easy as throwing a grenade and he
never did make a direct hit with his rifle but he came close.  He made a
good direct hit with the shoulder launcher, though.  The Tank Range took up
most of the day.  They had to clean the shoulder launchers before they left
the range and then they were dismissed early.  It wasn't free time, though.
They had to clean their rifles.
Sean was really getting into the training, and he especially liked the
camaraderie.  They treated him like one of them; like a real Marine.
"How do you like it, being a Marine?" a muscular guy asked as paused at
Sean's bunk as he was coming back from the shower.
"Well, I'm not a Marine, but I could do this," Sean said.
"You are doing it," the guy said.  "Only difference between me and you is, I
signed the papers."
There were other resemblances, Sean noticed.  They were both muscular.  The
other guy was a few years older.  They were both hung.  Sean got the
impression that the guy wanted him to notice that, the way he stood with his
towel at his side so his entire body was on display.  More and more, Sean
began to believe that the word was out about him; that he was being tested.
At PT class the next morning somebody came up on the platform and said
something to the instructor then left.  The instructor stopped but bellowed
for them to keep going.
"You!  Come up here!"  he said, pointing in Sean's direction.
Sean looked at Jason beside him.
"He's talking to you," Jason said under his breath.
"You!" the instructor barked again and Sean saw that he was indeed looking
right at him.
"Get your ass up there!" Jason hissed.
Sean broke ranks and trotted up on the platform.
"Take over," the instructor said.
"But I...I don't know...I'm not even a Marine," Sean stammered.
"You look like a Marine to me," the instructor said with his steely-eyed
glare.  "You sure as hell didn't get those muscles from sitting on your
ass."
"I played football," Sean said.
"Fine.  Put `em through some of your football drills."  And with that he
strode off the platform.
Sean faced the company of Marines in front of him, nervous as hell.  They
were still doing jumping jack because nobody had told them to stop.  He
started doing them too, to get the cadence and to bring them to a stop, the
way the instructor did.  Then he started doing rollovers followed by running
in place.  The Marines responded like one well-oiled machine.  They seemed
to know every exercise he showed them.  He kept glancing to the side to see
if the instructor was coming back but he was nowhere to be seen.  Sean saw
him riding off in a Jeep.  Shit, he thought, now what do I do?  He kept
doing what he was supposed to do, moving from one exercise to another,
without letup.  He saw the field sergeant wave and point to his watch.  Time
to stop.  He finished the cadence and brought them to a halt.
"Get your gear and fall in!"  the sergeant yelled.
Sean ran down off the platform to get his gear.
"Shit, what're you trying to do, kill us?" Jason complained, laughing.
"What do you mean?  I was doing what he told me to do."
"He gives us a breather," Jason said.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot."
The field sergeant came up to him.  "Good job, private," he said.
"Thank you, sergeant."
They marched to the Hand-to-Hand Combat Range adjacent to the PT range where
they stacked their rifles again.  Sean watched intently as the instructor
demonstrated the many ways to disarm and disable a man.
"This is not wrestling, gentlemen," he said as he paced back and forth in
front of them.  "You don't get points for pinning your opponent.  You
incapacitate him.  Of course, you cannot do that until you have subdued him.
  The next logical step, then, is to end his life.  That can be done any
number of ways, some of which you will figure out on the spot if and when
you are in that situation.  I will demonstrate a few methods of ending a
man's life with your bare hands, and then with a bayonet."  He called for a
volunteer.  A hand went up and a burly Marine sauntered out into the combat
circle.  The instructor demonstrated the methods one by one, going through
the motions over and over again.  Then he let the Marine try them on him.
Each time the instructor prevailed and it was pissing the guy off.
"You out weight me by forty pounds, mister.  Why don't you have my ass on
the ground?"  the instructor yelled at him.  "You should have my ass on the
ground with your boot on my throat!"
"I will, sir!"  the Marine yelled.
"Then fuckin' show me!"
The instructor made a move and the Marine was on him like a bull, throwing
him to the ground and kneeling on one knee with his other boot on the man's
neck.
"Very good," the instructor said.  "Except for one thing."  With that, he
reached out and grabbed the Marine by the balls.  The Marine yelped and
cried out and tumbled backwards, curled up on the ground holding his balls.
"As you can see, gentlemen, I was subdued but I was not incapacitated.
Observe who is incapacitated."  He walked over to the moaning Marine and put
his hand out.  "You okay to get up?"
"Yeah...yeah, I think so."
He pulled the Marine to his feet and he stumbled back to his seat, still
bent over in pain.
"Another volunteer."  When no one responded he pointed to Sean.
"Why am I getting picked on today?" Sean asked under his breath.  He went
out to the combat circle.
"Do you think you can take me down?"
"Yes, I think I can," Sean said with great confidence.  But it was the wrong
thing to say.
"You think you can!?" the instructor yelled.  "You do not think, Marine.
You DO!  You do not have time to think!  While you're thinking about shoving
a bayonet in your enemy's belly, he will have you dead!  Now, again...do you
think you can take me down?"  he yelled.
In that second, Sean felt like he was between and rock and a hard place.  He
had to give the sergeant the answer he wanted but he wasn't all that sure he
could deliver the goods; not after the way the sergeant had taken care of
the big guy.
"I will take your ass down, sergeant!" he barked.  Geezuss, what had I said!
What have I done!  I'm a dead man.  The sergeant began moving around him and
he had to move, too.  In those few seconds he sized the man up.  He was
smaller, tight-muscled, but he was twice as old as Sean.  Trained, but
older.  Probably older than anybody he would meet in combat.  Maybe he could
put his youth to work for him.  He lunged, with a blood-curdling yell, like
he'd heard some others do.  He didn't know how he did it, but he took the
sergeant down.  The rest unfolded in his brain precisely as he'd seen the
sergeant demonstrate and the next instant he had his boot on the man's
throat with his right arm pulled tight and twisted so he couldn't move
without great pain.
"Very good!  Observe, gentlemen, I can't reach his balls, not even with my
other hand, unless I want him to jerk my shoulder out of joint."  He patted
the ground with his left hand.  Sean thought he was going to try something
and jerked his arm.
"No!" the sergeant yelled, smacking his hand harder.  "That means we quit!"
"Oh...sorry," Sean muttered as he let go of the sergeant arm and put his own
hand down to pull him to his feet.  "Sorry, I'm not a Marine," he mumbled.
"You could've fooled me."
	Next he demonstrated with a bayonet but gave the volunteer a rubber
bayonet.  He demonstrated with three guys before moving everyone into
training field to practice with each other.
	"I do not want to see anyone giving anyone any quarter.  If I do, I will
take you both down," the sergeant yelled.  "Or I'll sic this stud on you,"
he added, clapping Sean on the shoulder.
	Trying not to beam with pride, Sean teamed up with Jason.
	"You got lucky, you know," Jason told him gruffly.
	"The fuck I did," Sean fired back, adopting Jason's no-nonsense attitude.
	"We'll see," Jason said.
	They sparred for a moment then Sean lunged.  He didn't know what happened
but nothing unfolded in his brain.  He folded, like an accordion.  Jason
jabbed the handle of the rubber bayonet in his guts, got him to the ground
with one leg twisted up to his chest and the blade of the bayonet laying
across his throat.
	"What the fuck happened, stud?" the sergeant asked Sean as he squatted down
beside them.
	"I don't know, sergeant, I guess he's quicker than I am," Sean said.
	"He's also more alive," the sergeant said.  "Remember, in these situations,
in combat, only one man gets up."

Sean wondered if the week was going to be totally chaste training
experience.  There was no place to go for privacy, and there didn't seem to
be all that much interest, even though he was face to face constantly with
Marines from his company who he was sure had fucked him at the armory.  It
was probably just as well.  If word got out he could find himself servicing
the entire company. He wished he could connect with the one muscular Marine
who was friendly and spoke to him so often.  Chuck was his name.
That evening after chow, Casey took him out on the steps of the barracks.
"You want some action?"
"Depends."
"Like you had at the armory," Casey said.
"Where?  How many?"
"We've got a place.  I don't know, maybe a dozen guys.  You had more than
that at the armory."
Sean could already feel his pulse racing.  "Will you and Jason both be
there?"
"Hell, yes."
"What about Chuck?  Is he in on it?" Sean asked.
Casey laughed.  "You want Chuck, yeah, we can get him."
"I don't want word to spread and things get out of hand," Sean said.  He was
half fearful, despite his excitement.
"Nobody's passing the word.  I'm approaching everybody personally," Casey
assured him.
"The same guys, then," Sean said.
"Some.  Some of them don't want to take the chance...you know, the
don't-ask-don't-tell rule.  So there'll be some different guys."
"How many?"  Sean asked again.  "How many have you talked to?"
Casey took a minute to count them up.  "Nine.  Plus me and Jason, and now
Chuck.  Twelve all together."
"You didn't tell them about me, did you?  I mean, you didn't mention my name
or point me out?"
"No, all they know is there's going to be somebody there willing to take
care of them.  Hell, you could come and decide you don't want to do it and
change your mind, and nothing happens.  Nobody's gonna know it's you was
supposed to take care of them."
"Where?" Sean asked.
"There's a room in a deserted barracks," Casey said.
"It's safe?"
"If it wasn't safe, I wouldn't be in on it."
Sean hesitated.
"So, how about it?" Cased asked.  "It's your fantasy all over again.  Not
many chances to live a fantasy like that."
"Okay.  I'm good to go, then," Sean said.
"Great!  You're gonna have a great time.  We all are.  I'll come and get you
when the time comes."
"What time will that be?"
"Jason will let us know.  He's going to be sure everybody's there then come
and let us know.  We'll all three go together.  Hey...you need to clean out
good.  I've got what you need in my duffle bag."
"Hell, I can't go do that in the latrine," Sean said.
"Yeah, you squirt it in here beside your bunk...I'll hide you...then go into
the latrine and let it do its magic."
Sean had no idea who all would be there.  He watched to see if anyone left
the barracks but he couldn't see anybody missing and those who did leave
were going over to the day room to shoot pool.  He wondered if they were
bringing in guys from another company.  He wondered if he should trust
Casey.  He trusted Jason more, but Jason wasn't the one organizing it.  He
took care of the little cleaning detail.  It sounded like an explosion in
the latrine but he blamed it on the chow.  He showered, then, and slipped on
his PT shorts and a T-shirt and his boots, as if he were going to lounge
around for the evening.
A few minutes later, Jason came in the barracks and came back to Sean's
bunk,
"You good to go?" he whispered.
"Yeah."
"Where's Casey?"
"Taking a piss."
They waited till Casey came back to his bunk then the three of them strolled
out of the barracks.  They walked down the company street and turned off
onto one of the roads leading to the training courses.  A good mile down the
road the turned off onto a lesser used path, overgrown with grass, that led
to some old abandoned barracks.  There were trees and tall brush growing up
all around them.
"I'm going to go up first by myself," Jason said.  "I'll tell them the guy's
on his way.  You two come in together, nobody's going to know if one of you
is him, or if we're still waiting on the guy to show up.  Now, Sean, you
decide pretty quick if you want to do this.  If you don't, just say
something like, you're not going to wait around and we leave."
"And if I do stay?"
"Don't say anything.  After a few minutes, if you don't say anything, Casey
or me will start something, to get things rolling."
When he was sure Sean understood, Jason went into the barracks.  Casey and
Sean waited a couple of minutes then went in.  Casey led the way up the
stairs and through the darkened barracks to the room at the other end.  He
tried the door and it opened.  They could barely see the figures inside.
They slipped in and somebody locked the door behind them.  It took a few
minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dark before he began to make out the
very masculine, unmistakably male forms in the room.  He saw that the
windows were all covered with black material and the room was crowded.  It
was intended as a one-man room and Sean thought he counted thirteen guys
besides himself.   As he was able to see them, he saw that they were all
naked, or wearing just their shorts and some wore their combat boots.
He knew he had to make up his mind quickly or he wouldn't be able back out.
He spied Chuck, then, and it was easy to decide.
"I wonder if this guy's going to show?" someone asked quietly.
"This better not be a set-up," another said.
"Maybe he's here among us and we don't know it, he just hasn't made his move
yet."  It was Casey's who spoke, standing right beside him.
Sean's heart thumped in his chest with anticipation, so loud he was sure
they could hear it.  He jumped when he felt Casey's hand on his butt.  Only
the guys standing in close to them could see.  Sean took his cue when Casey
put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees.
	"Ah, we found him, standing right here beside me!" the guy next to them
exclaimed.  "Well, he ain't standing anymore...awww, yeah...do it...suck him."
"No fuckin' shit, he's really sucking cock?" someone asked.
"Not mine yet, but he will," the guy said.
As Sean took Casey's cock in his mouth he found himself in a cauldron of
man-scent, gentle sweat from the packed room, deodorant and after shave, and
pure male musk.  It was like an aphrodisiac. Better than poppers.  He sucked
hungrily.  He could hardly wait to move on to the next cock.  He could
hardly wait to get hold of Chuck and see how big he was.  Huge, from what he
saw swinging in the showers.  Casey didn't take up too much of his time.  He
was getting things started, setting the pace; get a few strokes of head then
let the next guy have a turn.  When Casey pulled his cock free the guy next
to them poked his cock in Sean's face.  It was big, too, nice and thick and
meaty, and he took it willingly.
"Awww, fuck!"  the guy swore.  "Aww, shit, I never felt anything like this!"
"Come on, pass him around."
And pass him around they did.  The mass of Marine muscle moved sluggishly
around the room, each one pausing to get his cock sucked for a few precious
moments.  Sean was in heaven.  It was even more exciting than in the armory;
an edge of excitement from being in a darkened room with muscles and cocks
all around him, demanding his attention.  He couldn't get enough cock and
balls; couldn't get enough feel of hard Marine muscle.  He didn't bother
counting how many different cocks were shoved in his mouth.  It didn't
matter; he was going to be there for a long time, however long it took to
get a dozen horny Marines off, and some of them probably more than once.
He knew instinctively when he came to Chuck when he ran his hands up a pair
of tree-trunk sized thighs.  But he hooked his hands in Sean's armpit sand
pulled him to his feet.
"You need some air, buddy?" he asked.
	"Yeah, thanks."
	"Its getting pretty stale in here, but we can't open the windows," he said.
	Sean felt the man's cock pressing against his thigh.  He was surprised he
wasn't hard.  It didn't matter.  It felt like a radiator hose and he didn't
care if he got hard at all.  Chuck was pulling them together, smashing their
bodies against each other, lobbing his huge cock between Sean's thighs.  He
grabbed his butt and squeezed the muscles unmercifully.
	"Goddam, you've got a really fine ass," he said in Sean's ear.
	"Its all yours, Marine," Sean said.  He was stunned how the words came out.
  He sounded like a slut.  But he didn't care.  He wanted this guy any way
Chuck wanted him.  Chuck was writhing against him, flicking his tongue along
the side of his neck.  It sent chills down Sean's spine.  He was kissing
him, then, up and down his neck, down his chest then back up to the other
side of his neck.  Gradually he worked to the center, along Sean's cheek,
till his lips brushed over Sean's lips.
	Sean took the cue and smashed his lips hard against Chuck's mouth.  The big
Marine moaned and kissed him back and shoved his tongue in his mouth.  Sean
squealed.
	"What the hell...he's kissing him!" somebody exclaimed.
"Looks more like he's raping him with his tongue," a guy standing close
said.
	"A Marine kissing another guy!  Fuck, man, that's worse than fucking him."
	"You got a problem with that?" Chuck growled as he suddenly grabbed the guy
by the neck and pulled him over to kiss him.
He kissed him hard and long, with great passion and Chuck wouldn't let him
go.  Sean heard the guy's muffled squeals and moans as he tried to get away,
but it looked like he was also kissing him back.  Then Chuck let him go.
"Fuck!  Why'd you do that!"
"Cause you wanted it," Chuck said.
The others laughed.
"Are you ready for this?" Chuck asked Sean, then, pressing his cock against
his thighs.
"I've been ready for a long time, back in the barracks," Sean said.  He
relented to the man's big hands on his shoulders and went to his knees in
the mass of hairy, muscular thighs and manhood.  He found Chuck's cock that
brushed against his face and put his hands around it.  Both hands!  He put
one hand atop the other then and gauged his full length.  Geezuss, three
hands barely covered the huge meat.  He felt up and down the great cock and
judged it to be a good foot long.  Naw, couldn't be.  Nobody's hung like
that.  Well, yeah, the big black guy they called Horse was.  He wondered
where Horse was; he hadn't seen him.  He felt Chuck's cock again.  Fuck, it
was at least a foot long.  He kissed up one side and down the other, getting
it wet with his spit.  When it was slick all the way up and down he took it
in his mouth.  He could barely get his mouth around it, but more than he
could get his hands around it.  He'd never seen or even imagine such a big
cock, except maybe for Horse, and Horse wasn't there.  He sucked him for
quite awhile, feeling heady from the heavy air around him and the huge,
meaty cock in his mouth.
"You need some more air?" Chuck asked, leaning down to him.
	He didn't need air.  He needed cock.  He moved to Chuck's balls, big as a
stallion's, and sucked one at a time in his mouth.  They were too big to get
them both in his mouth at the same time.  Chuck liked him sucking his balls.
  He felt hands on his butt, then, fingers probing at his asshole.  Slick
fingers, lubing him up for what was to come.  He shivered at the thought of
being fucked by all of these guys.  Especially Chuck.
His eyes were accustomed to the darkness now and he could clearly make out
those closest to him.  He looked up to see hard, muscular bodies around him
big, hard cocks poking at him with hands around them.
"I think you fuckin' liked that," someone said.
"Awwwuunnmmmpphhhh!"  someone moaned.
Sean could look up and see two Marines kissing, really hard.
"Geezuss, we're turning queer in here," someone said.
Hands were lifting Sean up from his kneeling position, to get to his butt.
He stood up, still bent over Chuck's cock, and offered his butt to them.
Fingers probed inside him for a moment then he felt cockheat.  The guy
pushed hard and his cock slipped in.  Sean moaned around Chuck's cock.
It was a long time before Chuck relinquished Sean's mouth to someone else
but the circle moved on.  One by one, he sucked their cocks and one by one
they fucked him. Sweat and aftershave and male musk and the smell of male
sex permeated the room.  They fucked him hard.  They fucked him easy.  Each
man had his own style.  A few of them just wanted to get their rocks off and
leave.  He moaned at the feel of hot come spurting deep inside him.  The
fresh, cool air felt good when the door opened and closed.  Soon, Sean began
tasting cock and ass.  They had made the rounds and he was sucking guys who
had just fucked him.  He knew he hadn't been fucked by Chuck yet and he
wondered why.  When he found Chuck's cock aimed at his mouth again, he
sucked on it for a moment then leaned up and asked him why he didn't fuck
him.
"You want it?  I didn't think you would want anything that big shoved up
your ass."
"I want it," Sean said.
Chuck turned him around and he bent over, face to face with Jason's cock.
He gobbled it to stifle the pain he knew he was going to feel.  He'd already
had a dozen cocks in his ass but it felt like Chuck was going to take his
virginity all over again.  The head, the size of a baseball, smashed against
his gaping hole.  Chuck worked it back and forth a few times then pushed.
Sean's hole spread wider and the great cock slipped inside him.  He was glad
he had Jason's cock in his mouth to quiet his outcry.  Chuck was careful and
slow but he shoved his cock in to the very last inch.
"Oh, My Goddd!"  Sean gasped, lifting his head as he was impaled on the huge
cock.  It bored into him like a drill, so deep he thought it might be
nudging against his stomach.   He couldn't imagine there being room for it
but it was in him, throbbing against his guts and his prostate; and
remembered the Horse.
"Geezusss, he's got that horse cock buried in his ass," someone said.
"I don't know how he took it."
"Bend over, I'll show you," Chuck said.
"No way," the man said, moving away.  "Even if I was gay, I couldn't take
that thing."
"What do you mean IF you was gay.  Shit, you were swinging on my cock just a
minute ago," Chuck said.
"The hell I was!"
They all laughed and a couple of them tried force the Marine to his knees
but he fought them off.  Suddenly, Sean got the shock of his life.  He was
bent over sucking Jason's cock when another head appeared; a face close to
his, also searching for Jason's cock.  Sean got off of it and offered it to
him.  The young Marine took it hungrily.  The others didn't realize for
several minutes that one of their own was on his knees.
"Aw, shit, Stevens is sucking cock!" someone exclaimed.
There was general disbelief but once the reality soaked in, there was a
sense of total acceptance and relaxing of the guard.  Inhibitions fell like
a wet shroud as others were emboldened to reach for their buddies cocks or
feel their muscular bodies.
"I always wanted to try this," someone said huskily and Sean saw another
Marine was on his haunches, groping for a hard cock.
"AWwwwhhhh," the other marine groaned.  "Awww, fuck, buddy, why didn't you
tell me...look at all the time we've wasted."
The room quickly erupted in moans and groans and whimpers of pleasure, along
with the wet sounds of mouths and cocks and slick asses and Sean thought he
wasn't the only one getting fucked.  Sure enough he heard a painful outcry
and knew someone was getting his ass plugged for the first time.  It was
like the room was drugged. Sean wondered how many virgins would leave the
room non-virgins.
It went on for hours.  Even with the other two guys who were sucking cock
along with him, Sean was the center of attention.  He lost count of how
times he had a cock shoved in his mouth or in his ass and how many loads of
come he took.
It was enough to say that these Marines were hot and horny and needed sex in
the worst way, and it didn't matter that they were having sex with other
guys.  In the dark confines of the room, nobody's cock had a conscience.
Things finally began to wind down and one by one, they left the barracks,
satisfied, till finally it was just Sean and Casey and Jason and Chuck left.
	"Dam, you sure did a number on those guys," Chuck said.
"Look who did a number on who?" Sean said.  "How many guys did you fuck,
besides me?"
"I'm not sure," he said, laughing.
"We'd better be getting back," Casey said.
They got dressed.  Sean stumbled going down the stairs and Chuck caught him.
"You okay, stud?"
"My legs are a little wobbly," he said.
"How many times did you get it up the ass tonight?"
"I lost count after twelve," Sean said.
"You've got a great ass," Chuck said.  "I know I fucked you twice and the
second time you were as tight as the first, and that was after a bunch of
other guys had already fucked you.  Man, you've got muscles in there."
"I'm surprised he can walk at all after being fucked by that monster horse
cock of yours," Jason said.
"Hey, can we do this again before we go back home?"  Chuck asked.  "Just the
four of us, without all those other guys."
"If we can find the time," Casey said.

A lot of the guys were more openly friendly toward Sean the next morning and
he knew they were the ones at the barracks orgy.  Some of them discreetly
brushed against him in the showers and squeezed his butt.  One guy even
squeezed his cock.
The final two phases of the week's training was the combat course and then
bivouac. The combat/infiltration course was as close to combat as Sean
thought he wanted to get.  They had to crawl under barbed wire, at night,
past obstacles including explosive pits that literally raised him up off the
ground, while live ammo was sprayed over their heads.  They were told not to
raise up, except maybe to lift their heads.  It was a nerve-wracking
experience but he felt great after he got through it.
After all the other training, bivouac seemed like a camping trip.  Jason saw
that he and Sean were teamed up in the same tent.  They marched to the
bivouac area in the afternoon but weren't allowed to set up their tents till
nightfall.  They spent the rest of the afternoon being briefed for
night-time war games.  They pitched their tents then went to chow. After
chow they started the war games.  They were marched deep into the wilderness
section of the post and told to find their way back without being captured
by the enemy forces.  Sean had no idea even which way to head out.  He was
totally turned around.  But Jason said he could get them started in the
right direction if they were able to fight off anyone who tried to capture
them.
They traveled a long way without encountering any resistance.  Then out of
darkness two Marines appeared with rifles at the ready.
"Your asses belong to us," one of them said.
"You gotta get a hold of it first," Jason said.
Sean knew they couldn't accomplish a capture with rifles...they couldn't
shoot them...and quickly learned the purpose of hand-to-hand.  He applied
everything he'd learned and subdued the first Marine that came after him and
stuffed a red flat in his shirt pocket.  The second one nearly took him down
but he bested him and presented him with a red flag.
"Shit, he's the kid who ain't even a Marine," one of them said as he helped
his buddy to his feet.
Jason was struggling with the third Marine but Sean didn't interfere.  He
would if he had to, but he thought he should let Jason handle it.  They
finally tied the three together and led them off.  They made it the rest of
the way back without incident, taking their three prisoners with them.
As the men returned they were allowed to sack out.  After reporting their
prisoners, Sean and Jason took a piss and crawled into their tent.
"Do we sleep in our clothes?" Sean asked as he crawled in and moved out of
the way for Jason to close and secure the flaps.
"We start out that way," Jason said with a soft chuckle.
"Is it safe out here?"
"If you don't make too much noise," Jason said as he reached over and
squeezed Sean's butt.
"You mean you're going to...you wanta fuck me?"
"More than anything."
"I don't know...if you think its safe," Sean said.
"Well, it's not against regulations to sleep naked, so we can be that close
to being ready," Jason said as he began taking off his clothes too.  "But
keep your clothes handy, just in case."
There was no time for foreplay.  Sean crawled down between his legs and
sucked his cock for a few minutes then crawled back up beside him on his
stomach.
"Better grab something to chew on," Jason told him as he straddled Sean's
thighs.  He lubed his cock with spit then pulled Sean's butt apart and let
globs of spit fall into the crack.  He worked it in till he was slick and
moaning.  He hunkered over him and pressed his cock between the round, taut
muscles.  Sean pushed back against the pressure till Jason's cock burst
through his asshole.  He cried out in his shorts.  They paused for a moment
for him to get used to it then Jason started fucking him.
"I'm not gonna try to hold off," Jason said.
"Yeah...okay."
Sean fought to keep quiet as Jason fucked him.  He nearly screamed into his
shorts when Jason rode his cock back and forth over his prostate.
"I'm gonna try to make you come, too," Jason said.
"Yeah...okay...it ain't gonna take much," Sean whispered.
It was over too quick but it wouldn't have been smart to go on too long.  It
was sex, not making love.  When Jason shot Sean's ass full of his hot, thick
come he relaxed on top of him.  Sean's ass kept squeezing his cock.
"I think your asshole is thanking my cock," Jason joked.  "Did you come?"
"Did I ever!  Shit, I hope nobody wants to inspect my sleeping bag."
Jason pulled out and they lay side by side, up against each other.
"That was fuckin' great," Jason said.
"Like it always is," Sean said.
"How do you like being a Marine?"
"It's fun.  I really enjoyed the training.  And I like being around
Marines."
"Think you might want to join up?"
"Yes, but I've got firefighters school.  Maybe someday."

The long trip back proved to be as exciting as the week's training at Camp
Wallace.  After chow on Sunday morning they loaded their gear and climbed
into the duce-an-a-half trucks.  Somehow, Sean, Casey, Jason, Chuck and some
other guys from the orgy in the empty barracks all ended up in the same
truck.  Sean wasn't sure about three or four of the guys; maybe they were
all from the orgy too.  The bare wood seats were hard and the trucks weren't
equipped with shocks that made them conducive to passenger travel.  A couple
of guys tossed the duffle bags out and laid down, using them for pillows.
It wasn't much better, bouncing around on the bed of the truck. Only the
smooth patches in the road now and then offered any comfort for the
bedraggled Marines.
"Well, did everybody enjoy their vacation?" someone asked sarcastically.
"I had a fuckin' great time," Chuck declared.  His hand was clasping the
edge of the seat and he shoved it under the side of Sean's butt.
"How about you, civilian trainee?" the guy asked Sean.
"I liked it.  I learned a lot," Sean said, flexing his butt muscles and
squirming around on Chuck's hand.
"You going to join up?" someone asked.
"He's going to firefighter's school first," Jason put in.
"Now there's a guy with balls."
Chuck's fingers were digging into his butt, hard and determined.  Sean was
afraid of where he was taking it.  He wasn't sure about all of the other
Marines in the truck, and it was pure foolishness to think that anything
could happen in the back of a truck going down the highway.  But it was
becoming obvious that Chuck had other ideas.  His fingers were poking up
between his buns now.
	"It's a fuckin' long way back," someone remarked.
	"Yeah, a  fuckin' long way back," someone agreed.
	"If it was really a fuckin' long way back, it wouldn't be near as long,"
Chuck said.  They looked at him with a bewildered look.  A couple of them
noticed where his hand was.  They looked at Sean and he shifted his eyes
away.  Dammit, if the others didn't go along with it there could be hell to
pay if somebody turned them in.  But it was Chuck's Marine ass on the line,
not his.  They couldn't do anything to him, but they could court-martial
Chuck.
	"Hey, guys, anybody got any strong objection to making the trip a little
less boring and a lot more enjoyable?" Chuck asked, looking all around to
direct his question to everyone in the truck.
	"I don't," Casey was quick to reply.
	"I don't," Jason said.
	"Me either," someone else said.
	"What've you got in mind," one for the guys lying on the bed of the truck
asked.
"Want us to show you?" Chuck asked as he skinned off his T-shirt.  He tied
it in the grommets of the canvas covering to cover the cab window.
	Sean saw a couple of guys already tugging their shirts out of their pants.
	"Any of you guys at the little party in the vacant barracks," Chuck asked.
	"Yeah, I was."
	"I was."
	"Me, too."
	One by one, most of them had been there.
	"Any of the rest of you guys object to getting a good piece of ass?"
	"My girlfriend is warming it up for me as we speak," the guy said.
	"What're you warming up for her??" Casey asked him.
"I don't need any warming up," the guy said.
"Hey, if you're talking what I think you're talking about...You said you
were gonna show us," Jason said as encouragement.
"Okay, but we take a solemn oath.  Nothing of what happens leaves the back
of this truck," Chuck said.
Sean knew he was being cautious because of the few guys who hadn't been at
on the orgy. Everybody swore to the oath.
"Okay, now that that's out of the way, which one of us do you think is gonna
get fucked?" someone asked boldly.
"I thought it was you," someone said it the guy.
"You was wrong," he said.  "Goddam it, keep your hands off my ass!"
Chuck reached down and started undoing Sean's belt.
"Stand up," he said.
Sean stood up, steadied by Jason, while Chuck undid his belt and his pants
and pulled his T-shirt up.
"Take your shirt off," he told him.
"Is he the one?"  someone asked.  "Is he the one who was at the orgy?"
"Yeah," Chuck said.
"Hell, then, get him naked," someone said.
"Shit!  We're gonna fuck him!?  Shit, look at those muscles!  This is gonna
be fun."
Sean struggled to get his clothes off till he was down to his socks.
Someone told him to put his combat boots back on, he wanted to know he was
fucking a man.
"Hell, he don't need his boots on for you to know you're fucking a man,"
Casey said.
But Sean put his boots back on as the guy requested.
"Goddam, look at that cock!"
"Hell, look at that ass!  That's where the action's gonna be.  For me, at
least. You can suck his cock if you want to, nobody's going to tell."
The guys lying down moved to the sides of the truck bed and Chuck tossed his
and Sean's shirts down for him to lie on.  Others threw their shirts down
too.  Then Chuck guided Sean to the center of the truck bed and laid him out
and knelt between his legs.
"Holy Shit!"  someone swore when they saw Chuck's huge cock.  "Are you going
to fuck him with that?"
"It's the only cock I've got," Chuck drawled.
"Fuck, man, you're gonna drill him a new asshole with that post hole
digger."
Somebody...Jason, Sean thought....held out a tube of lube and squeezed some
on Chuck's fingers.  He worked some into Sean's ass then lubed up his cock.
"Fuck, I gotta see this up close and personal," someone said as he got down
on his knees, real close.
"You get too up close, you get my cock in your mouth," Chuck said.
The guy drew back, his eyes glued the huge cock.
Chuck aimed and shoved, hard but gentle.  Sean winced then let out a
swooshing gasp as the huge head popped through is hole.
"Fuck, he's in him!  Are you going to give him all of it?"
"Fuck, yeah, why would I hold any of it back?" Chuck said.
He hunkered up over Sean on his hands and knees and shoved his cock into the
hilt.  Sean gasped and groaned and then Chuck started fucking him.  It was
the most daring, exciting and exhilarating thing Sean had ever done.  A
two-hundred-forty-pound Marine hunkered over him driving his big twelve-inch
cock in his ass, in the back of a military truck going down the road with a
bunch of Marines watching, and waiting their turn.  It was rough riding with
the truck bouncing over holes in the road, but it was also exciting.
Chuck's cock bolted and rammed at him from all directions, out of Chuck's
control much of the time.
Sean saw the men taking off their clothes, getting ready.  Chuck didn't
finish.  He fucked him for several miles then pulled out and offered Sean's
ass to someone else.  Taking the second guy was easy.  He fit easily into
the hole that Chuck had stretched for him.  He felt good.
"Hey, nobody tries to hold off," Casey said.  "We all wanta get our rocks
off before we get back."
The guy shot his load and climbed off.  Another took his place.  Then
another.  Three down, he didn't know how many to go.  He didn't care.  He
was encouraged that one of the guys didn't put is clothes back on.  That
meant that he was probably going to fuck him again.  He hoped some of the
other followed suit.  This was something he wouldn't have the chance to
experience often and he wanted to get the most out of it.  He was taking on
his fourth or fifth Marine when the damnedest thing...a young Marine, about
his own age, who had been sitting without his shirt, watching, and rubbing
his crotch, stood up and undid his belt and pants.  He didn't take them off,
but shoved them down, as if he were ready for his turn.  But he didn't take
a turn at Sean's ass.
"Fuck, you could use some help, and I wanta try this," he said to Sean as he
drew his legs up so his knees were against his chest,
"Shit, another one!"  someone exclaimed.
"I'll take him," someone else said as he dropped to his knees to fuck the
boy.
Sean was surprised but so happy that the boy had joined him in servicing the
rest of the Marines.  The boy reached for his hand and squeezed it.
"Hey, are you a virgin?" the Marine asked as he was lubing up his cock.
"Yes."
"Aw, fuck, how lucky can you be?  I'll take it easy, kid."
He squeezed Sean's hand so hard it felt like it was going to crush his
fingers as the Marine shoved his cock in him.  Sean held on and endured the
crushing squeeze till the boy's hand began to relax and he knew the pain was
subsiding and that in a minute or two he would be groaning with pleasure.
The guys started taking turns with them, fucking one then moving right to
the other, as if they were comparing assholes.  Then Chuck was back for his
second round.  He knelt in front of the young kid first.
"OH, NO!" the boy gasped.  "No, man, I can't take that thing!  You're too
big."
But Chuck would be deterred.  He spread some lube on his cock and aimed it.
"No, please," the boy begged, his voice trembling with fear.  "Please don't
fuck me with that.  Godd, you'll tear my ass open."
"Naw, I'm must gonna drill you a new asshole," Chuck said.
"Oh, Godd...No...Oh, Goddd...Oh, Godd...Ohh, it's going in!
Awwwsssshhhhhiiittttttt!"  He finally choked on his outcry as he was slowly
impaled on the huge cock but found his crying voice again.  "No...no...no,
please...you're killing me...ohh,Godd...no more...I can't take any more..."
"Shit, man, you're killing him," someone said.
"He'll get over it," Chuck said.
"He can take it," Sean put in.  He turned his face to the boy.  "Just take
in some short, deep breaths and hang on.  It's gonna feel great in a minute
or two."
"I...d-don't...think...so!"  the boy gasped.  "Ohhhh, Marine, don't do this to
another Marine...don't rape me...OHh, Goddd..."  Then his voice trailed off in
a whimper then he was quiet.  Eerie quiet.  Chuck finished burying his cock
to the hilt and pressed against his spread butt.
"Shit, what'd you do to him?"
"Did he pass out?"
"Give me your canteen," Chuck said.
Somebody splashed water on the boy's face and he came too right away.  He
blinked and shook his head.
"You okay, boy?" Chuck said, leaning down in his face.
He blinked again.  "Yeah," he said softly.  "Yeah, I'm okay...I'm...ohhh,
mann...you went in deep!  Ohhhh...Ohhhh, it's throbbing like hell...Fuck, it
feels good now.  You were right...it feels good.   OHhh, fuck me...fuck me,
you big stud.  Show me what you've got."
"Now there's a Marine talking," Chuck said as he started to fuck his tender
ass.
Chuck outlasted three more guys who fucked Sean.  When he shot off they said
they could feel the truck shaking.  Sean was freed up for the moment and he
Chuck moved over and shoved his cock back in his ass.  Sean let out a happy
moan and took him.  It felt like his cock was bigger than ever.  He shot off
another load and stumbled back to his seat, just as another Marine was
pulling out of the young private and reached for his clothes.
	"Can I, please, do one more thing," the young private asked as he crawled
over between Chuck's legs.  "I never did anything like this before, and I've
always wanted to..."   He wrapped both hands around his huge cock, still
slick from Sean's ass, and looked up with begging eyes.  "Can I suck it just
a little before you put it away?  Please, I never sucked a cock before."
	"Hell, yeah, chow down," Chuck said as he splayed his legs apart for the
boy to down on him.
	"Can I have a load?" the boy asked.  "I know you've already shot a lot of
times but I never tasted come before, either."
	"Shut up and suck, I'll give you a load that'll blast your cap off," Chuck
said.
	"You guys better hurry up, we're getting close to home," someone said.
	But Sean and the Marine who was fucking him were oblivious.  He was sliding
his cock in and out of Sean's hole with slow abandon.
	"Fuck, you're full of come," the Marine said.  "Feels like I'm sliding my
cock in a bucket of warm honey.
	Chuck didn't try to hold back with the young, virgin private. He willed
himself to come till he was spurting the boy's mouth full.  The kid choked
and gagged and moaned with delight as Chuck held his head in place and
forced him to swallow it. Just as Chuck was finished up the Marine fucking
Sean was drawing out.
	"Anybody else?" he asked, looking all around.  "This hole is about to close
up."
	"We just passed the ten-mile sign, you guys had better finish up and get
your clothes on."
	The guy pulled out of Sean's ass and Sean started to let his legs down when
the young private whirled around on his haunches.  "Stay like that," he told
him.  Then he looked around and said,  "Somebody had poppers; I smelled
them."
	"Right here," someone said, pulling a bottle out of his pocket.  He
uncapped it and handed it to the private.
	The private inhaled a couple of times in each nostril and handed the bottle
back.  Then he gazed at Sean's wide-open asshole.  "I never done this
before, either," he said, placing his hands on the back of Sean's thighs.
He pushed his legs
tight against Sean's chest and leaned down to bury his face in his ass.
	"Awwwwhhhhh," Sean moaned tossing his head back.  He hugged his thighs to
his chest and twisted and writhed around on the boy's tongue shoved deep
inside him.  "Ohh, Goddd, it feels like you're fucking me, your tongue's in
there so deep."
	"Tilt your hips down a little, give me some come," the private said.
	Sean let his hips down and the boy formed a suction over his hole and
sucked the come out of him.
	"Aww, Shit, I'm gonna throw up," someone said.
	The boy sucked and moaned and slobbered and sucked the come out of Sean's
ass till the poppers wore off then he raised up, wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand.  Somebody put his hand out to help Sean up.
	"I can't get up," Sean said.  "There's about a gallon of come that's gonna
run out of me."
	"Here."  Somebody handed him an olive green handkerchief to stuff in his
ass so he could get his clothes on.
	There was still come and butt slime all over the truck bed.  "Everybody,
dump your canteens," Casey said.  Everyone pulled out their canteens, some
took drinks first, then dumped the water on the truck bed to wash down the
mess.  The young private settled back on a seat next to Chuck where he made
room for him.
	"Where the fuck did you come from, anyway?  You weren't on our truck going
up were you?"
	"I'm from E company.  I missed my ride," the boy said.  "I'm glad I did,
too. Nothing like this ever happens in our unit."
	"Nothing like this ever happens in any other unit," somebody said.
	"Well, I'm going to see about getting your tight little ass transferred,"
Casey said.
	"That would be great," the boy exclaimed.
	They were all dressed and pretty much back to normal when the trucks pulled
up in front of the armory.
	"How you doing?  Are you guys going to be able to get down out of the truck
and walk?" Jason asked Sean and the young private.
	"Yeah, but it's going to take about a week for my asshole to close back
up," Sean said.
	"Just in time for me to open it up again," Chuck joked.
	"You're going to have to break somebody else in or find a knothole," Sean
said.  "I'm going to be gone for six weeks."
	"You'll be nice and tight when you get back."
Sean was surprised to find Lt. Johnson waiting at the armory in the chief's
car.  He climbed out and came up to the trucks.  He was wearing bright red
onion-skin athletic shorts and sneakers.
	"Lt. Johnson, what're you doing here?"
	"Get your shit and get in," Johnson said.  "We've got about an hour to
catch your bus for the academy."
	"I thought I would drive up tomorrow; maybe spend the night at the
station," Sean said.
	"Not a good idea.  Oh, spending the night at the station is a great idea,
but you need to arrive on the bus with the others," Johnson said.
	He barely got the door closed before Johnson took off.  He handed Sean his
cell phone.  "Here, call your folks and tell them you're home and on your
way to catch your bus."
	His mother answered.
	"Mom.  This is Sean.  I'm back and yeah, I had a great time. I learned so
much.  But I can't come home.  Lt. Johnson picked me up at the armory and
we're on the way to catch the bus to the academy.  Can you guys pick up my
car?  It's parked in the lot in back of the armory.  Yeah, great.  Thanks.
See you in about six weeks."
	He handed the phone back to Lt. Johnson.  "Hey, we're only about twenty
minutes to the bus station," Sean said.  "How come it's going to take an
hour to get there?"
	"We're taking the long way," Johnson said with a grin as he rubbed his hand
over his shorts.  He spread his legs out wide in invitation.  "I gotta have
some of that hot mouth and that educated tongue to remember you by."
	Sean smiled and reached over to move the officer's hand out of the way.  He
pulled the waistband out from his stomach.  "Raise up, let me get these off
part way," he said.
	Johnson raised up so Sean could pull his shorts down below his knees.  Sean
took his cock in his hand and pulled on it, working it to hard rubber.  Then
he leaned over and took it in his mouth.
	"Ahhh, yeah...I've missed this," Johnson moaned.  "Did you see any action
while you were at Marine camp?"
	"Some," Sean said.  "But I missed this, too, lieutenant."
	"That feels so good," Johnson said as he rubbed his hand across the boy's
shoulders and caressed the back of his head.  "Listen, cool it at the
academy," he told him.  "I don't know if other units have got what we've got
going.  You could be in a whole lot of trouble if you exposed yourself to
anything."
	"I can wait till I get back," Sean said.
	"Six weeks is a long time," Johnson said.  "But we're going to have a big
celebration when you get back.  We're going to close off the upstairs and
have an all-nighter.  Just a couple of guys left downstairs on watch and the
rest of us are going to be upstairs, celebrating with you.  There are some
new guys who are going to break into the action."
	"Aw, that sounds great," Sean said.  "Listen, I've got a couple of friends
from school who bugged me all the time about becoming cadets.  Do you think
there's a slot for them?"
	"Depends on what they've got to offer," Johnson said with a sly grin.
	"One of them can offer everything I can," Sean said.  "Oh, he's not as big
or built like me, and his cock isn't as big, but he loves firemen.  He'll do
anything you want."
	"What about the other guy?"
	"I'm not sure.  He seems straight as hell, but then so was I till you guys
got hold of me.  Maybe you can find out."
	"Fuck, yeah, I like a challenge," Johnson said.  He pressed on the back of
Sean's head.  "Go all the way down on it, lap your tongue around my balls.
That gets me worked up and we gotta do this in the next few blocks or I'm
gonna be carrying this load back with me."
	"No, you can't do that," Sean said.  "I hear that causes blue balls."
	They both had a belly laugh as Sean went back down on the big cock; all the
way down till his face was buried in the man's pubes, his cock throbbing
deep in his throat.  Johnson held him there, snug, and let Sean's tongue and
throat muscles and the bumps in the road do the rest.  Two blocks later,
Sean was gulping down spurts of hot, thick come.
	Six weeks.  It was going to be a long time.  But surely, his wasn't the
only unit with young cadets who liked sex with horny firefighters.


                   The End