Date: Wed, 09 May 2001 22:07:08 -0500
From: Jacking Buds <jackingbuds@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Smathers, Jeremy and Me (Part 11)

     The night before graduation was almost as hectic as the first day of
boot camp.  The drill sargeants were all screaming and hollering at us.  We
had to polish our brass, spit shine our low quarters (shoes), and make sure
that everything was just right for our big day.
     Jeremy and I worked on our brass and shoes down in the company area.
We remenised about the last 13 weeks.  We talked about how glad that we were
that basic training was over, yet at the same time we were sad to leave all
of our new comrades behind.
     Most of them were being shipped off to other units, in other lands, but
Jeremy and I were going exactly were we wanted to go and that was home.
Jeremy and I were only reservists, we were not active duty military.
     This meant that we were only what the active duty personnel called,
"weekend warriors".  Once home, we would train once a month on a weekend and
then 2 weeks during the summer.  However, if the balloon went up, or for you
civilians if a war broke out, we knew that we would stand a chance of being
called to active duty.
     As the darkness neared, and as we finished prepping for the big day
ahead, taps were sounded.  This would be the last time that we would here
this death gripping sound, which sort of brought a tear to my I as we headed
toward the barricks for one last night at Ft. Jack- son, SC.
     Jeremy and I laid in our bunks facing one another.  We looked into each
other's eyes.  It was almost as if we knew what that other
was thinking.  I smiled at Jeremy and he smiled back.  It took all I had to
not to reach out to him, but I knew I couldn't at least not yet.  One more
day and Jeremy and I could hold on to each other as much as we wanted to.
     The sun rose in the eastern sky and revelry was sounded.
One last time, we arose from our bunks.  Morning hardons were
plentiful around a basic training bay area, but this morning they
didn't seem to bother me.  I even sported one of my own.  I pulled
on it just as every swinging dick did.  I grabbed my towel and my
shaving gear and off to the latrine I went.
     Of course I did the normal shit, shave and shampoo bit.  I
went into the shower room which was already full of cocks and asses.
We doubled up that morning as we were all in a hurry to get in and
out of the latrine so that we could get into our class A uniforms
so that we could march down that parade field to our final destination of
our basic training career.
     Jeremy was behind me, so we jumped in the same shower.  I sheep-
ishly looked at his hard body.  I knew what I wanted to do with it, but I
knew that I would have to hold off just a little longer.  Jeremy turned
around to were no one could see him and he blew me a kiss and wiggled his
tongue around.  Oh, shit, I was fucking horny, but I knew that once I
stepped out of the shower, my hardon had to be down so I smiled and winked
at him and turned away from him.  He smacked my ass with the back of his
hands.  He turned off the hot water and jumped out of the showers.
     "You mother fucker,"  I hollered at him, "you just wait cocksucker,
I'll get even with you."  I turned off the cold water, jumped out of the
shower and snapped Jeremy's ass with my towel
which made him yelped and grab his ass.
     We ran back into the bay area and wrestled for a little while, then we
decided that we had better get ready. Well, we did that when someone
hollered, "At Ease," which meant that there was an NCO on the floor.  Oh
shit, it was SSG Smith and SGT Billings.
     "Brown, Johnson, front and center!"  hollered SSG Smith, "what the fuck
do you two think you're doing in my bay area?"
     "Just having a few last laughs, drill sargeant," said Jeremy in
that strong, loud military voice that we were taught during our training
cycle.
     "Well, that few last laughs are going to cost you, Brown, do you got
that?"
     "Yes, drill sargeant!"
     "Knock 'em out."  Immediately Jeremy and I dropped to the floor in the
famous "front leading rest" position and started to do push-
ups.  Once we had finished doing 20 reps, we requested permission to
recover.
     "Recover," yelled SSG Smith.  He got into our faces and started to
lecture us.  Then when he finished, he gave us a half-ass smile and then
winked at us.  We knew then that he really wasn't mad, but rather
that he was, now, playing around as well.
     We march in formation to the senior drills cadences.  We marched up
"Tank Hill" and down the road to the parade field.  We stood in formation as
we listened to a somewhat boring speech then we marched passed the parade
stand.  As we marched passed the parade stand our company commander yelled
out, "Eyes right!"  All but the personnel snapped their heads to the right.
It was at that time that I spotted Mr. Smathers, Meyer and McLeary.  They
had made it to our graduation.
     We marched off the field and back to the company area.  It was there
that we caught up with Mr. Smathers and the guys.  We waited for our orders
that released us from active duty and back to our reserve unit.
     We received our orders and we were released to go.  The 5 of us piled
into Mr. Smathers Explorer and off we went.  We drove around Columbia which
was just outside of Ft. Jackson.  Soon we pulled into the motel that Mr.
Smathers and the guys were staying in.
     We went inside the room.  It had two king size beds in it.  It didn't
take long for us to get undressed.  Jeremy and I jumped each other as soon
as we got naked.  We landed on the bed and began to
madly kiss each other.  Meyer and McLeary undressed each other as they
watched Jeremy and I go at it.
     There came a knock on the door. Since Mr. Smathers was the only one not
naked, he went to the door and peered through the peephole and then opened
the door.  We didn't even get the time to cover up or anything.  He just
reached for the doorknob and opened the door.  Good thing it wasn't the
maid, she would have got her eyes full. lol
     In the doorway stood SSG Smith and SGT Billings, both in civies.
Mr. Smathers invited them in.  Still entwined, Jeremy and I just looked at
each other like we were seeing things.
     Then Mr. Smathers pulled out a photo from his shirt pocket and showed
it to Jeremy and me.  It was the same photo that I had given to SSG Smith;
the one that Mr. Smathers had sent in his letter.    It seems as though SSG
Smith had recognized Mr. Smathers and the guys from the photo and chatted
with them as we were waiting for our orders.  Mr. Smather then invited the
two to our room for the night.
     Mr. Smathers closed the door.  It wasn't long before all 7 of us were
piled onto one bed.  Each of us sucking on someone's hard cock.
As we each suck a big one, we massage each other, inserted fingers in each
others ass and just plan oh, had a good time orgy.
     Jeremy and I were sucking each other off.  As we were going at
it I looked out of the corner of my I and I could see SSG Smith sliding his
cock into Mr. Smathers' ass.  Oh, it slid right in, like it was made for SSG
Smith's massive rod.  SGT Billings was fucking the other end of Mr.
Smathers.  His cock glistened with pre-cum as he rammed his meat into Mr.
Smathers' oral cavity.  What a fucking sight,
our drills drilling our teacher.  This was fucking great, man.  What a
fucking sight.
     To make matters even hornier, Meyer and McLeary got in on it as they
straddled Mr. Smathers's body and humped the mouths of our two
drill instructors.  I knew that I had to have a piece of this.
     I released Jeremy's cock from my mouth and slapped him on his ass,
"Hey, Jeremy," I said as I pointed to the growing gangbang,
"You want some of that?"
     Jeremy released my cock from his mouth and looked over at the 5
gorgeous looking fuckers and suckers, "Fuck yeah," he answered.
He rolled off of me and we joined the group.
     I got under SSG Smith and Jeremy under SGT Billings and we each began
to eat out the asses that were before us.  As we ate we grabbed out cocks
and began to jerk on them.  That must have been a Kodak moment, I would have
really liked to have a picture of this I thought to myself.  Then I
remembered that Mr. Smather had a digital and a tripod when he took that
picture of him, Meyer and McLeary.  I got out
from under SSG Smith and asked Mr. Smathers if he had brought his digital
and tripod with him.  He nodded.  He couldn't very well have
answered me with that cock in his mouth.
     I looked toward the direction that he was pointing.  I spotted the
camera and tripod.  I got it ready and put the timer on for 1 minute. I ran
back to my place and proceeded to eat out SSG Smith's hornier ass.
     It wasn't long before we were all bucking ready to shoot our loads.
Just as they were about to explode, SSG Smith and SGT Billings
pulled out of their perspective holes and shot their loads on Mr. Smathers'
back.  Meyer and McLeary were next.  With their balls tightening they let
out a holler.  They pulled out of the mouths that they were service and shot
their hot loads all over SSG Smith and SGT Billing's chest.  Finally, our
hands manager to came Jeremy and me cum as we shot our loads on the backs
that belonged to the asses that we were eating.
     It was fucking fantastic.  6 out of the 7 had managed to cum.  Mr.
Smathers, however, was eager to clean up the mess that was made with his
tongue as he cleaned the cum off of the chests and backs of
our drills and the drill cleaned up the mess that they had made off of Mr.
Smathers' back.
     Now, the only one that had not been serviced was Mr. Smathers.
However, we took care off that.  When I said that we took care of the
situation, we ALL took care of it at once.  Mr. Smathers was being
serviced by 5 soon to be hornier again guys.
     Each drill sargeant serviced Mr. Smathers by licking, sucking and
nibbling on Mr. Smathers' already hard nipples.  Meyer took Mr. Smathers'
facial area, showering him with kisses and nibbles to the ears and the neck.
  McLeary took the thigh area.  Jeremy and I took the groin area.  We made
sure that we had that to ourselves.
     Mr. Smathers was in complete bliss.  With every part of his body (and I
do mean everypart of his body to include his feet and toes), he
squirmed with excitement.  His moans got loader.  As I licked on his cock,
Jeremy met me there.  Jeremy played with Mr. Smathers' balls and I played
with his ass as we sucked his shaft.
     As we serviced his cock, Jeremy and I would kiss one another and tongue
one another.  "I'm going to blow," moaned Mr. Smathers.  I began to pump Mr.
Smathers' road with my fist. It wasn't long until strings of white cum
filled the air.  We all stopped to watch as the cum fly through the air with
the greatest of ease.  Shit I think that
was the best explosion that I had ever seen, but try cumming with 6 guys
servicing you and see how much you shoot. lol
     The orgy continued for much of the night.  The next thing we knew it
was morning, the sunlight barely peeked through the small crack in the
curtain.  It was enough, however, to hit me in the eye to wake me up.  There
I was entangled between a mixture of bodies.  Each with their own personal
morning woody.  I laughed alittle and then grabbed
Jeremy's cock and began to jack him awake.
     Quietly as we could, we crawled out from the pile of bodies that were
still asleep on the bed.  We stood in the foyer were the sinks were, you
know right be for you go into the john.  We held each other
close, something that we hadn't done during the past 13 weeks.
     It felt good just to be alone with Jeremy, man did I miss that.
We quietly held each other, looking into each other eyes like we did the
night before graduation. This time we could say what was on our minds.
     We gently kissed.  "I love you Jeremy," I whispered.
     "I love you, too, Jimmy," exclaimed Jeremy.
     "Jimmy?" I thought to myself.  That was the first
time that he, or anyone other then family had called me by my first
name.  Man, it felt good to hear it, especially from Jeremy.  We kissed and
fondled each other, then Jeremy when down on me.  He took my rod into his
mouth and suck it for all it was worth.  As he sucked, I ran my fingers
through his hair, what he had left of it anyway.
It didn't take long and I shot my load into his mouth, but he didn't
swallow.  He stood back up and kissed my our tongues intertwined.
Jeremy fed me my own cum, alittle a time.
     After I had been fed, we took a shower together. We lathered
each other up, paying special attention to the already stiffening
groin areas.  Now, it was Jeremy that need serviced.  I turned
around and offered my ass to him.  He didn't turn it down.  He
quickly mounted my ass and fucked me for all he was worth.  Soon
he was bucking like a bronco (almost sounded like one, too).
If I didn't know any better, I would have swore that Jeremy was
half horse the way he fucked.  I knew he was about to let go of
his load.  I felt his cock swelling up within me.
     Sure enough, I was right.  He exploded deep within my bowels.
Load after load, he filled my mancunt.  Exhausted he collasped on
my back.  After several minutes of resting, Jeremy pulled his
softened cock out of my well spent ass.
     He gently pulled me up to him and kissed me again.  We finished
our shower and toweled each other off.
     "I do love you Jimmy."
     "I know you do, Jeremy, I know you do."
     We wrapped a towel around the bottom half of our bodies and walked out
the door.
     "We hope that you left us some hot water, fuck face," laughed
Meyer as he and McLeary brushed passed us.  "mmmmmmm, like what I
feel," he said as he copped a feel of my half hard cock. With that
they went into the bathroom to shower.
     Everyone got their turn in the bathroom.  When Meyer and McLeary
finally came up, both sporting hardon (we can only imagine what they were
doing in there), Mr. Smathers tooks SSG Smith and SGT Billings into the
bathroom.  The four of us lean against the door to see if we
could hear what was going on in there.  About that time the door rapidly
pulled open.
     "Gotcha," explained Mr. Smathers, "That will teach you to eaves- drop.
We all fell inward.  Mr. Smathers started to laugh and told us to start
getting things packed.  After we finished packing and Mr. Smathers and our
drill sargeants finished their "shower"  we said our long passionate
goodbyes to our drill sargeants.
     We drove through Ft. Jackson for ol' time sake and then headed back up
north.  It took us two days to get back home and to Mr. Smathers' new house.
  After visiting with families and other friends
we retreated by to Mr. Smathers' new house and to a "house warming party",
but that is another story.