Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2009 18:30:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Little Ghost (M/Encounters, Interracial, Military)

All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you so, move to a more sensible place, come back Nifty and
read there. I hope you enjoy this; it's my first submission. By the way,
this story is true, the sex happened, but be smarter than we were--play
safe.


As I walked up to the stadium I was bored and horny--there was no better
reason to go to the stadium than that. It was a real stadium, it would seat
about 20000 and was used for various ceremonies and occasionally for a
football or soccer game and on Division Sports Day and for graduations of
both civilian and military school classes.  I was a 26 year old sergeant,
new to the army and to Fort Progresso, but an old hand at man sex. I was 6'
3" and was a well muscled 225 lbs. I had a shock of red hair kept short,
crystal blue eyes and a clear ruddy complexion; I had been told quite often
that I had really nice ass, and I was personally rather proud of my 7.5"
circumcised dick and I'd figured out I was gay by my 13th birthday.  I'd
arrived at "Pro" a week before and had quickly picked up on the active
underground by-product of "don't ask, don't tell." Oddly, almost all of the
casual sex spots on any military base I'd ever been on were "open
secrets"--gay service men and civilians all knew and kind of discreetly
used the "spots"--and everybody else ignored them. I observed MP's, AP's
and SP's often in uniform, as active players in "the games" that went on,
as matter of fact, I had some pretty hot times with a few in full
regalia. Fun, fun, fun!

Anyway, I walked into the spot; it was a relatively isolated restroom that
had the officials' locker room attached. I scored a couple of blowjobs here
already and hadn't seen too many trolls or fat boys yet, mostly hot young
soldiers in need. I scoped out the place and it was empty except for me.
Urinals, stalls, changing room and shower were all empty.

"Dang, hmmm. Give it a minute and see what happens," I said to myself.
There were six stalls, none with a door, and three had glory holes. I chose
the 5th stall down as it had a hole on each side, took off and hung up my
BDU top, pushed my pants and drawers down all the way and sat down to
wait. I didn't wait long; after about a minute a guy walked and went to the
urinal trough in front of me. He was wearing a PT uniform -- gray ARMY
t-shirt and gray cotton athletic shorts (that clung to his shapely ass),
white socks and running shoes--he was white with dark hair and looked about
my age. I hunched over and listened. I heard pissing and heard it stop; I
glanced up and he was still standing there. He half-turned toward me, I
could see his dick was still out; I glanced higher and made brief eye
contact and deliberately and obviously licked my lips and broke eye
contact; boldly, with no pretext he stepped right towards my stall door,
dick in hand. I looked him up and down; he had dark eyes and his face
looked a bit like Ashton Kircher's (with a flat-top hair cut), nice broad
shoulders and chest, and cyclists' thighs and calves. Just a step away, he
stopped and dropped his PT shorts and tossed them over his shoulder, and
took the last step. He was wearing some kind of mesh jock with a narrow
waistband; he reached in and flipped his dick and balls over the waist band
as I reached out to pull him toward me. It was a nice dick; 6-6.5", not too
thick, not too thin, with a nice hairless nut sack--perfect for sucking
--I licked it from base to tip and took the head in my mouth. I tongued
it and started bobbing, slurping and humming my enjoyment. He murmured and
whispered, "Ho shit, goddamn" and "shit--fuck" and "yeah, o yeah" while
caressing my head and the sides of my face. I spit his dick out and pushed
it up to slurp those lovely hairless quail eggs, sucking each into my mouth
to lavish it with attention. I took the opportunity to pull his jock down
and helped him kick it off his feet. I returned to sucking his dick. With
my left hand I held his nuts and with my right I messaged his perineum and
rubbed his ass crack and tight hole.

As I played with his ass, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, turned
around, bent over, spread his cheeks and presented me with his nearly
hairless anus--I have been dedicated to the art of analingus since I was
introduced to it at age 12--and I dove into it tongue first. I licked and
sucked and slurped that hole like a man possessed; I pushed in with my face
and tongue so hard I stood him on his tiptoes. All the while he whimpered
and moaned like a dreaming dog as he stroked his petrified bone. After a
few minutes of this, he gasped;

"Dude, I' gonna cum!"

I leaned back, spun him around and dove on that weenie and sucked like a
kid with a straw going after the last drop of soda. He was wheezing and
gasping like he'd just run six miles in a half hour. Then he held his
breath; "FUCK!" exploded from him and he flooded my mouth with jet after
jet of hot luscious cum. As I swallowed, I felt him jerk and spasm above me
and heard him say "O shit, O fuck, O God" over and over in a breathless
gasp; I squeezed the last drops of juice from his wilting manhood and
licked the slit then relinquished my toy to its owner.

He was still breathing hard as he pulled on his jock and shorts; then
favored me with a smile.

"Thanks man that was the best. . . Damn," he sighed, gave his head a little
shake and walked away.

I had figured right off by the way he'd approached me that there would be
no reciprocation. Now the dilemma; do I jerk myself off and leave, or hang
out and see what's next? The sound of the door and approaching footsteps
decided the issue for the moment. I leaned forward like before and watched
the floor in front of me. Boots and BDU pants sauntered past as I watched,
and a dark skinned hand and forearm went with them. I heard the telltale
sounds of him taking off his shirt and dropping his pants; through the
glory hole I glimpsed a chocolate brown butt cheek and a darker arm as he
settled on to the toilet.

For about a minute nothing happened. Then for another minute or two we
played the foot tap game; then the mutual leaning back and looking. I
observed a beautiful piece of chocolate colored meat; it looked to be
between 8.5" and 10" and it amply filled the fist that held it. I flashed
my 7.5" inches of bone hard pride-and-joy; he must have liked what he saw
`cause I got the signal. I stood and put Mr. Happy to work through the
hole. Warm moist lips and a hot wet tongue enveloped my dick; an easy sigh
escaped me as his hot mouth worked. The hole was big enough for access to
my dick and balls and for him to slip a hand through under my sack to work
between my legs; his fingers rubbed around and found my tight hole--I
spread my knees and tilted my pelvis forward to give him all the access I
could--as he played I moaned with joy and approval; all the while he
continued with his very professional blowjob. I was feeling good when he
spit my dick out and whispered,

"Slide around t' this side Homey."

Without argument, I reached down pulled my pants up enough for me to
shuffle to his stall and presented myself to my neighbor. No wasted motion
or time--he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me toward him, and
consequently, pulled my still raging hard-on into his welcoming maw. As his
mouth worked my cock, his right hand held my balls and the base of my dick
and his left, once again went to work on my ass. My hands went to his head
and the sides of his face and gently caressed him and traced his small
ears. I pulled him off my dick and tilted his head back to look at him; he
was dark skinned, he had a smallish round head with coarse hair in a high
and tight, hooded almost Asian eyes, and a flat wide nose and full lips
with a scraggly mustache; under his t-shirt he showed a solid upper body;
he wasn't pretty, but he was here and his dick was probably 10" and it was
circumcised and shiny--he had lube. As he looked up at me he twisted at
least one finger into my butt and gave it a wiggle.

"You wanna fuck?" I moaned

"Thought you'd never ask, but I got no rubbers." He responded kind of
neutral.

"It's not a problem for me. I'm clean and you're a soldier too so you
should be too."

"I got no prob wid it."

He withdrew his hand; I stepped back and he stood up--he was 5' 4"--with
his boots on! But, he exuded an animal sexuality that held me in thrall; it
screamed dominant top and made me want to submit. At that instant he took
charge; he reached up and pulled my face to his and kissed me, his tongue
invading my mouth and then he moved to my neck, nibbling and biting--all I
could do was whimper and submit--he was driving me crazy! He knew exactly
where to touch or bite or lick to make me a quivering mass of Jell-O.

"Up against the wall, white boy," he growled, "spread your legs, spread
your cheeks and give me MY ass!" That last with the definite tone of
command. I did as I was told (kicking off one boot and stepping out of one
pant leg) and braced myself fully expecting to have all 10" of ebony rammed
up into my guts; instead I felt a tongue and lips start eating
my--his--ass; I moaned even louder and hissed "OH, my lord." He paused a
moment, giggled, and said, "Damn straight! I am your Lord," and dove right
back in.

After what seemed like an hour of ecstasy, he stopped and stood up behind
me. He reached his arms up under my arms, gripped my shoulder and pulled
himself up, sliding his sweaty hairy chest against my sweaty smooth back,
our army brown tees long since discarded, and then, softly he asked, "You
want me to fuck you?"

I could feel his throbbing wand nestled in the crack of my ass; "Yes my
lord, please, please, please." I pleaded.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me my lord." I said, "I desperately need you to fuck me."

"That's what I like to hear," he said with smug satisfaction.

Before we could go any further, we were interrupted by the sound of car
doors slamming. Instantly, he dropped off my back, I spun around and kicked
my loose boot into the end stall while he swooped down scooped up our
t-shirts, tossed one to me and dove into the other stall. We swiftly
dressed, swapping BDU tops at the last second. I flushed and started to
leave, when he--Baker by his name tape--whispered,

 "Wait for me outside."

I nodded and continued on my way out. Once outside, I, almost literally,
ran into a couple of soldiers who were detailed from one of the on post
gyms to police the stadium's locker and rest rooms. I nodded my
acknowledgement to them and glanced at my watch--1345--then proceeded to my
truck, a mint 1981 Jeep Scrambler, and busied myself fussing over it while
I waited for Baker. I saw 2 other cars in the lot, figured one was his and
briefly tried to decide which one. Neither looked to fit his personality
and, as it turned out, neither was his. After a few minutes passed I began
to suspect I'd been ditched; just as I got into the truck to start it, he
came hurrying up.

"Cool if I ride wi' chu?" he asked

"Dang guy! What took so long?" I snapped.

"I had to take a dump. It is a bathroom you know." He responded
snidely. And then,

"You got to be anyplace?" he asked.

"Not `til 1700. You?"

"Not `til Monday morning."

"You gat a place?" I asked.

"Yeah," he responded, "wanna kill some time?"

As he got in the passenger side, I gave him a sly smile and said, "Yes my
lord." He laughed out loud.

Baker gave me the directions and soon we were outside a small trailer in a
rundown park just off post. I pulled in behind an old Mercury Monarch that
had seen better days and turned off the truck. Baker turned his head and
looked at me for a moment. Then, with a slight smirk, he gave a nod and
without a word led the way into the trailer.

We entered the living room--it, like the rest of the trailer, was neat and
immaculately clean. Baker tossed his hat on the table and took off his top
and hung it over the back of a chair; I followed suit. Then he turned to
me, smiled and said,

"Come here, white boy."

I complied. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my face to his and
once again I was in his power. His tongue once again tried to wrap around
my tonsils, as his hands opened my pants and took possession of my ass. He
released my mouth and we stepped apart, peeled off our t-shirts, untied and
kicked off our boots and socks and returned to our embrace; he rid me of my
pants so I wore only my boxer-briefs. I knelt before him and undid his
pants, pulled them down and off, along with his boxers: he stood naked
before me. I took him in; thug tats everywhere; hairy chest and treasure
trail over defined pecs and belly with a tattoo that read "LITTLE GHOST";
sturdy legs, also hairy, and the 10" of pleasure arising from a moderate
bush and over a sparsely covered small scrotum. If I'd seen him in a locker
room, I wouldn't have looked twice, he was too hairy, but now, I couldn't
think of anyone I'd rather kill time with, he was so sexy and so
powerful. Yum!

I started lavishing attention on his object to get it steely hard. After a
few minutes, he pulled me to my feet, turned me around and bent me over the
arm of his couch. He briefly gave oral ministration to my/his hole then
said, "Don't move." He quickly stepped out of the room and was just as
quickly back with lube. He anointed the hole with a liberal amount and
greased his rod at the same time--I could have him finger fuck me for
hours--the moment of truth had arrived.

"Fuck me Baby. Please fuck me." I pleaded

"Here it comes."

His fingers disappeared, replaced at once by something blunter and
broader. For an instant I thought `Oh shit! NOOOO!'  Then, as he penetrated
deeper, I thought `Oh shit! YEAAAAAH!'  He bottomed out and paused; then
gently but firmly, began fucking me, and pounding my prostate into a highly
innervated pudding. I moaned and babbled in ecstasy, my dick was diamond
hard and drizzling pre-cum.

"You like?" he murmured.

"O-GODS-YESSS!"

"Who owns this ass?"

"Baker," I mumbled.

"Whazzat? What chu say?" he queried.

"This ass belongs to Baker; to the Little Ghost!" I warbled and returned to
my moaning.

His fucking motion was steady and hit "the spot" perfectly; after a few
more minutes he stopped as he bottomed out. He reached up under my arms and
grabbed my shoulders from the front and pulled himself up my back; at the
same time he wrapped his legs around mine and lifted himself clear of the
ground. While he wasn't fucking, this position had the benefit of driving
his dick as deep as possible and bumping it against my prostate.

"Stand up," he said. I did so, carefully--he weighed between 120-130
lbs.--he felt like a heavy rucksack with a special attachment.

"Up against the wall!" he commanded, "Now, White boy!"

I stepped over toward the wall next to the hall doorway, as I moved his
dick smacked against my prostate with every step--I could have walked from
there to Mexico--and with every step drops of pre-cum popped from my
dick. I got to the wall and leaned forward with my forearms pressed against
it. He tightened his grip on my shoulders and whispered,

"Ima fuck the nut right out of you. DON'T-TOUCH-YOUR-DICK!"

With that, he started fucking into me, slowly reaching frenzy. Because of
the position, his dick pounded me at an odd angle, the result was a
prostate message unlike any I'd had before--a steady, firm, constant rub--I
need to make up a word to describe how good it felt. All I could do was
moan inarticulately and concentrate on keeping my feet under us. He panted
and puffed; our bodies, slick with sweat, slid together like machine parts;
in that spot up and behind my balls I could feel an orgasm begin to
build. I could literally feel it start in my toes--"Ooh Baby!"--I
gasped--"I'm close!"

"I am wi' chu," he panted, and then, "Ooh man, I'm Close!"

I was at the boiling point; I held back as hard as I could--my orgasm was
boiling and roiling at the very core of my being--I gritted my teeth and
must have been purple. I was holding back as hard as I could--I heard him
snarl and felt him bite down on the back of my neck--that was it!

"Ooooooh FUCK!" I gasped and released. I came so hard I was afraid that my
nuts would shoot out the end of my dick. I think my cum shots dented the
wall. I came and came and came and my dick continued to spasm after I'd run
out of cum. Baker lay gasping on my back, I stood gasping against the wall.

"Ooh fuck," I sighed, "Man."

"Damn Baby. That was somethin'. Damn," he mumbled.

As I recovered my breath I said, "I'd love to stay like this forever, but I
gotta piss."

"Me too," he said as he loosened his grip and slowly slithered off my
back. "You can use the hall bath,"--I moved to pick up my clothes--"grab
those after."

We moved out, each to a bathroom. I did what I had to and then took a quick
shower and discovered that I was bleeding from where he bit my neck. I put
a band-aid on and was out in a less than 10 minutes. I found some paper
towels and spray in the kitchen and wiped the copious remnant of my nut
from the wall. I was putting on my uniform when he came out of the bedroom
dressed in `civvies.'

"Get it in gear Sergeant, or you'll miss 1700 formation," he said in a
teasing tone.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm going Specialist," I shot back.

"And I'm goin' wi' cha," he stated matter-of-factly, "If daz coo."  "Cool
wit' me, specialist."

"Call me Ghost, sergeant (Pronounced Sar'nt)."

"And when we're alone or I'm outta uniform, Ghost, call me John."

"K, John, le's go."

He pulled me up by my hand and then turned and pulled my face to his and we
shared a lingering kiss. We left the trailer and got in the truck and
headed back to post.


I had many, many more adventures with the Little Ghost let me know if you
want to read more; constructive criticism is always welcome. Email me at
thelilghost06_nThesarge@yahoo.com Thanx --John.