Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2007 16:12:09 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Air Force Short Arm Inspection, Part One"

++No dears, this is not an excerpt from the Military Channel.  You won't
learn about guns and stuff here.  If you are under 18 you probably don't
know what "short arm" means.  Good.  You can find out when you are older.
If you are over 18, bring your "short arm" here and enjoy the story.


The year is 1943, the place an Air Force base outside of London.  (This is
said in a portentous voice like Orson Welles.)  I am a dewy 18.  I boast a
proud PFC stripe.  With pride I tell you confidentially that I am a sheik.
Maybe you don't now what that means, but then it meant a dreamboat, wait
you probably don't know that either.  I was excruciatingly handsome, strong
chest and legs, light brown hair, pretty face, 29" waist, and a great bulge
in my suntan uniform crotch.  Guys noticed it as their eyes swept down,
then embarrassed up again to check out my intense blue eyes tha5 made them
blind by their brightness.

Because I am too young and dumb I have never taken advantage of my physical
benefits bestowed by nature.  I am still young, but I missed a lot up to
now.  Oh yes, there were a few sessions with Keith last year.  Keith is not
in service, he answered that question, "Do you like boys?" in the
affirmative and got his physical stamped with some rude "unfit".  Maybe
"unclean" I don't know.

I, Treymore Wallace am very interested in the young guys around me,
especially today as they are all naked.  Now that must have your interest.
Yeah, we landed in England early today and before we were allowed to get to
our base, we had to have our physical so we don't infect London.  We are
now in that scary part of the physical when we have to drop our olive drab
shorts to our ankles and stand in rows with our dangle, dangling and our
asses revealed to the row behind us.

An officer and an aid walk up and down the rows, "Name?"  You say your
name.  "Do you have any problems with your penis?"  You say "no" but you
would like to be a wise guy like some of the men and say, "Yeah, not enough
pussy."

The 0fficer, an old medial major instructs, "Life your balls, pull back
your foreskin, milk it down."  This is to look for discharge.  I can smell
a persistent odor of smegma permeating the room from over a hundred cocks
being stripped back and milked.  Ah, not bad at all.  Oh fuck, I can feel a
slight filling of my penis from the smell.  We all keep our eyes rigidly
away from looking at any troops' equipment, but right in front of me are
perky, slim asses.  I take a quick look down the row.  I see all the guys
are slim waisted; they have those nice youthful dimples above their asses.
Some asses were cozily fuzzy, others shiny and pink.

When I looked down at my penis I noted that I was quite well endowed
compared to the others.  Most of them looked about like Keith's organ.  I
guess I was pretty large.  My balls hung down even below my long penis.

The young sergeant following the major opened his eyes widely when he saw
it.  He was pretty nice looking.  Short haircut like all of us, but you
could see that if it grew out it would be dark and curly.  He had the
nicest mouth, a little full and wide and his eyes were Teddy Bear brown.
He was about my height, 5' 7" but muscular.  You could see the way his
blouse outlined his chest muscles and his uniform pants were tight over his
thighs.

I read the black plastic ID,, his name was Robert Dover.  I thought in my
head, "Bob, mo Bobby."  His pretty eyes widened when he looked at my penis,
he smiled slightly.  I steeled myself, I was getting a little bigger.

I think he would have given me an "A" for the exam.  He and the major
passed on to the next guy who had to be instructed to take his hands away
from blocking his dick.  Robert glanced back at me and smiled and winked as
though he was including me in the joke.  Finally the short arm was over.  A
first sergeant barked, put on your shorts, start marching to the rear and
get dressed.  You got two minutes, if you're not dressed, you have to March
naked."

We all picked up our two barracks bags, an "A" bag and a "B" bag, sat on
one and we all lit cigarettes.  At five cents a pack, why not smoke.

Then we marched to our new barracks.  I grabbed a bed near the door, a
prime spot and we were given some free time.  Just then the PA crackled.
"Private First Class Wallace, report to the orderly room."

"Uh, uh, you're in deep shit.  You're going to get docked 'cause your
cock's too big," said the hillbilly who had the bunk next to mine.  I found
the orderly room and knocked on the door.  "Come in," said a young voice.

I drew to attention and smartly, with arms swinging, negotiated a march to
the orderlies' desk.  Stopped and saluted.  "At ease, soldier, No salute
necessary.  Sit down, light up if you want and let's talk."

Holy molly, it was the three strip sergeant who assisted the major.  He had
taken off his dress blouse and was in an OD undershirt, his muscular arms
on display.  What a nice smooth, light colored skin he had.  I could see
his luxuriant underarm hair as he lifted his arm.

"I guess you are wondering why you are here, Trey.  I guess that is what
your friends call you.  I hope to be your friend."

I was getting dizzy with the attention.  Now this Robert was a year or two
older than me, but he was some sexy looking guy.  I had already been
impressed with him during the inspection.

"Trey, I might be able to throw some special jobs to you.  Would you like
that."

"Sure Sergeant.  What kind?"

"Well you could be KP man.  You wake the guys for KP and drive them there
in the truck.  'Course I expect you to show your appreciate for this
special treatment."

"Sure I really appreciate that."

"No I mean real appreciation."

When I looked puzzled he took a deep breath and said, "I guess this is not
going to be easy.  I thought you were experienced, but I see I got a virgin
here.," he took a deep breath.  "You got a girl friend back home?"

"No sergeant.  I'm not much of a dater."

"Call me Robert.  Do you fool around?"

"Not really, as I said, I don't date."  "I mean with guys."

"Oh."

"Yeah, do you?"

"Well my buddy Keith and I did some stuff before I enlisted."

"You mean jerked each other off?"

Whew, this was getting crazy.  "N-o-o-o, we just read some Play Boys and
jerked off together."

He came out from behind the desk.  "Trey, I like you.  You're going to be
my boy.  I can help you make corporal real fast.  Would you like to be my
boy?"  He petted my cheek in a sweet way and looked into my eyes.
Naturally dumb me gets a hard on."

When I get a stiffy, it really shows, I mean my pants stick out
grotesquely.  I was now slowly getting a real hard on.  He saw it.  How
could he miss it?  "I think you like me.  Look your dick is getting hard
just being near me.  May I touch it."

He didn't wait for me to answer.  He put out his hand, palm on my bulge and
lightly stroked right on top of my erected penis.  I looked down at his
hand.  He had glossy black hairs on the back of his hand.  That was really
sexy.  I was huffing a little and he smiled at me.  "You like to be petted,
don't you?  You are a little greedy feel-good boy.  I'm going to open your
fly now, okay?"

He again didn't wait for an answer.  This was a button fly and with one
quick pull, all the buttons opened up revealing my greenish underwear.
Sticking out of one leg was about a quarter of my penis.  He touched it.
He rubbed the head with his thumb.  My knees were shaking and I had to
reach for the edge of the desk to keep from falling.  He seemed to enjoy my
confusion.  "That's okay pretty boy, don't fight me, just go with it."

Then he leaned forward and put his lips on mine.  Without thinking,
instinctively I kissed hi m back.  His lips felt so hot they almost seared
mine.  He now was breathing hard.  The two of us were panting into each
other's mouth.  Somehow during this he had opened his own fly and his penis
was sticking out.  "Take hold of it.  You want to don't you?"

I gulped, trying to answer, finally I gave up and just reached for it.  It
felt warm and soft on the outside but it was as though an iron rod was
inside.

"Suck it," he demanded.  I jumped back.  This was getting to be too much
for me.

"No, I can't do that.  I'm not that way."

He laughed and chucked me under the chin.  "Trey baby, you're as queer as
me.  You don't have to do it today, but you'll do it before you ship out of
here.  Meanwhile come and sit with me on the bench here.  I'll get you off
and you'll get me off.  Would you like that?"

"I guess so," I said softly.  I was now hurting, my penis was sort of
pulsing.

On the couch he helped me pull my pants down to my ankles and he did the
same.  His penis was nice looking, medium size, smaller than mine.  He had
a lot of hair around it and on his balls, mine was much skimpier of hair
and my balls were smooth.  He reached down and lifted my balls in his hand.
"These are some balls, I bet when you come it'd like Niagara Falls.  I love
having my balls handled, I do it when I masturbate, but he had techniques I
never tried.  He held them and swung them gently side-to-side.  Criminy, I
was almost splashing my pre cum.  He wiped it with the palm of his hand.
"Come on boy, get busy with mine."  I stroked him but I found it difficulty
to do him and concentrate on what he was doing to me.  I guess I'm greedy.

Just then Robert jumped up.  "The Lieutenant's jeep.  I hear it outside.
Get dressed quickly and sit at the desk as if I am interviewing you.  We
both jumped like nuts and got into position.  As the young louie entered
Robert said to him that he was thinking of me for acting duty corporal for
the KP men.

The Lieutenant had gold bars, just a shave-tail, and young as Robert, I
think.  Without his uniform he would look like a college jock, blond, husky
and hunky, with green eyes, and strong features.  He glanced over at us and
his forehead creased.  I wonder if he suspected.  But in a moment I knew he
was wised up.  Robert said, "Biff, there's some papers in your office to
sign."

"I trust you Robert, just sign my name."  He smiled winningly at me and
disappeared into his office.

"He's got a bottle.  In an hour he'll be drunk, this is the time of the day
for his going blotto.  He's the exec. But the CO is never here so I end up
running things."

"I noticed you called him Biff.  Are you that familiar with him?"

"Well if fucking someone makes you familiar, I'm familiar with his white
fuzzy, hungry ass."

"Whew, I'm learning a whole new world..  I guess I better be getting back
to the barracks, the sergeant will be milling me."

"Don't worry about Sgt.Wilkins.  He's one of my boys.  But maybe we should
pick this up later today.  Come by about 08:00 hours.  I'll leave a light
on for you."  He laughed and grab-assed me.

Back at the barracks I got a lot of ribbing, but when I told them I might
be up for KP Corporal, they sobered up, afraid I'd nominate them for the
odious detail.

Chow was not good.  England was suffering a shortage of everything and
although the air force flew in stuff, it mostly went to officers,
especially aircraft personnel.

At about a few minutes before my "date" I slipped into running shorts and a
tee shirt, feeling pretty sexy, especially as I omitted skivvies. I was
half reluctant to get into something heavy in homosexual matters.  I had
gotten comfortable in my denial, but still enjoying looking and
fantasizing..  Now I recognized that Robert was a seducer and by coming to
the office I was giving him consent, but frankly....fuck....I was yearning
for the sexual attention even if I'd have to do something in return.

I tried the door.  It was locked.  I went around to the side window.  There
was a little crack under the shade and I looked in.  Wow, there was
Lt. Biff being boffed.  His big football player body was on top of the
desk.  He was on his elbows and knees and Robert was behind him.  I could
see Robert's hips thrusting.  They were in the middle of a fuck.  Biff's
eyes caught mine looking in.  He looked shit-faced drunk.  He beckoned me
to come in.

I went back to the front door and a naked boy opened it.  It was Robert
fully revealed to me.  What a hot guy.  He was cute and hairy on his chest
and legs and he had a forest of hair around his dick from hip to hip.  He
looked a bit drunk too.  "Where Biff gets in his cups he wants to be
fucked.  Come on in, you can probably get sucked too because he likes it
from both ends."

This was sure the kind of talk I had never heard before but it had me
breathing deep from excitement.  As soon as I entered the room there was
Biff, still on his knees.  "Get naked and come around and shove your prick
in my mouth.  Oh shit, it sure is big, be careful don't thrust it in you'll
damage my stomach."

I got undressed in record time.  I only had the shorts and athletic shirt
and I moved up close to Lt.Biff's puffy mouth.  As soon as I felt his
breath on my dick, it began to rise to its full length of ten inches.  He
groaned in appreciation and took the head in. and flicked his tongue over
the head.  I was in full moan from that.  Meanwhile Robert got back in
position and drove his cock into the full smooth ass in front of him in one
fast motion.  Biff lifted his head and crowed out his pleasure.

There we were, Biff taking my cock inch by inch, swirling his tongue around
it, me crooning and mewling like a new born calf and Robert grunting with
his hard fucking his eyes rolling in pleasure.

The pitch of this sex could not last.  The smell of sex, the sound of sex
and the sensation of sex bringing us to a boil assailed us three.  The
first fall into his cum was Biff.  He screamed that he was cumming and was
followed by Robert who felt the constriction and pulsation of Biff's
asshole.  Biff should have earned his Good Conduct Medal, as he never
stopped sucking me.  I felt my knees weakening and my thighs locking as I
prepared to launch a cum that had been waiting in my balls for weeks.  It
splashed into his gulping mouth.  He swallowed and swallowed.  Finally we
were all finished and slumped down were we were.  The first sign of lift
was the Lieutenant.

"Want a drink anyone.  Especially you Sergeant."

I looked around thinking he was talking to Robert who was a staff sgt, but
he was staring at me.  "Yes you.  Anyone that can spunk like that deserves
another stripe.  Robert make up the order and tomorrow you start you duties
as Duty Sergeant."


End Part One

It turns out that the job of duty sergeant has perks he never expected.