Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2007 19:04:51 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Air Force Short Arm Inspection Part Two"

I immediately went to the PX to get buck sergeant stripes.  Unfortunately
they only had PFC single ones.  I bought four and added two to each sleeve
and stapled them on.  I wanted to be sure if I ran into problems during the
KP wake ups that I could pull rank.

The next morning I got up at 4:30 in the AM.  I had been issued a GI
flashlight but it was too bright and against blackout regs in England.  The
previous night I taped the lens so that only a slit of light came through.
I strutted down the quiet squadron street looking for the building that
housed my first "victim".  I had a roster of the barracks numbers and cot
numbers.  I felt all powerful, I WAS THE DISTURBER OF SLEEP.

I opened the door to the barracks and was immediately assailed with the
odor of sleeping young man.  Ah, perfume.  Then I became aware of the
sounds, lots of mutterings, snorings and deep breathing.  I approached the
cot where my poor sleepy boy lay oblivious to his fate.  The number of his
cot was painted on the floor at the foot.  There he was, lying on his back,
his covers off, his penis in the throes of hearty morning wood.  I gently
shook his smooth warm shoulder.  He opened his eyes, "Who're you, fuck off.
Get outa here."

"Hey soldier, I can put you on report for addressing a sergeant like that.
Get up, you're on KP.  You got ten minutes to get ready.  Meet me at the
truck at the motor pool."

"Yessir, sorry, I was just half asleep."

Hiding my smile I went to the next barrack.  There were three there and I
messed up their nights sleep with glee.  Oh shit, this was fun.  My ego was
bursting.

There were six guys on the roster.  Actually only five were requisitioned
by the mess chef, but one extra was always listed in case one couldn't make
it.

I headed for a barrack at the far end and entered.  My guy was already
awake, sitting up and resting on a propped pillow.  He was a handsome kid,
blond curly hair and a killer smile.  "Hey sergeant.  How you doing?"

I saw that he was rubbing his crotch and looking down at it and then up at
me.  Now you know me, immediately my prick hardened and rose.  He could see
it clearly and he smiled even broader.  "You're feeling horny today, ain't
ya.  Can I feel it?"

I nodded dumbly, already being controlled by the blood flow to my dick.  He
caressed it softly and then looked up at me.  "Hey pretty sergeant, I'll
make a trade with you."

"What trade?" I croaked.

"A blow job for being excused by KP.  Okay?"

In answer I moved right up to the edge of his cot and opened my fatigue
pants.  They were loose and they slid down to the floor.  My shorts were
way out and he stroked my cock, then he pulled the shorts down.  "Whew,
what a monster.  I'll try to handle it, or die trying.  Send my body home
to Boston, Mass. USA."

This guy could handle it.  He actually unhinged his jaw I think and opened
his gullet and swallowed the whole thing.  Oh shit, I never felt anything
better, especially when he held it down there and gulped and made his
throat muscles stroke it.  I knew I couldn't last long with this treatment.
I rubbed his freshly barbered hair and held on to his ears and fucked his
mouth.  He moaned and grunted at the assault, but he didn't have to bear it
long.  My knees collapsed and my thighs grew rigid and with a muted cry I
began delivering the morning milk.  He managed not to lose a drop.  When I
finished he gave it one nice kiss on the piss slit and licked his lips.
"Sweeet," he said.  I crossed his name off the list and headed for the
truck.

My detail was sitting in the open back of the truck.  Two guys had fallen
asleep.  I started off, gears grinding because I had never driven anything
like this.  You have to double clutch, something foreign to me.  In any
event I got them to the mess hall at the headquarters and turned them over
to the cook.  He looked at them like they were lepers and got them peeling
potatoes.  "When you have a hundred done, you can eat breakfast."

As for me, I was a fellow non-com.  He took me into the empty officer's
mess and made scrambled eggs and beacon.  Oh the perks of being a duty
sergeant.

I drove the truck back to the squadron area and on up the hill to the motor
pool.  Uh Oh, I ended up in a area of deep mud, I was in deep shit, I knew
it when a big tall, shirtless guy with day old whiskers, a cigar in his
mouth and a bottle of English beer in his hand headed for me.  I got out of
the truck and we met each other halfway.  "Are you some kind of ignorant
son of a bitch, fag, shit head?  What you doing ruining my trucks?  I heard
you grinding gears this morning."  Suddenly he stopped and stared at me.
He was quite a guy, muscular in his chest with some nice blond hair there.
His arm muscles were like balloons.  He was a giant, but his face was one
of a mischievous boy with his ginger hair tumbling over his forehead and a
wide, humorous mouth.  "Say boy, you're kinda fetching.  Do ya make it with
guys?"

I was dumbfounded.  My mind was working like a calculating machine I have
learned so far that the Air Force lets compliant guys off the hook so I
wasn't going to deny anything that might help my case.  "I guess so, a
little."

"A little is all I need.  Git into my lil' ol' motor pool shack here,"

He put his hambone arm around my neck and steered me inside.  The place was
real 100% manly, pictures of girls' breasts torn from magazines, but there
were also physique poses with guys wearing tiny straps that just covered
their vital parts.  "Git over there and grab holt of that truck tire and
hold on.  If you feel any pain, just bite on the tred."

I did it.  What else could I do?  I expected to be brutally treated but the
surprise was that he was very gentle.  He lowered my pants and exposed my
boy-ass.  "Whoooeeee, that's as fine a rump as I seen since my girl
friend's back home."

For some dumb reason, not too smart I was pleased to get the compliment.  I
was even more pleased when the big lug began petting my ass cheeks and
running his big sausage finger along the warm, damp place between my
halves.  I was beginning to go into a slight spin and sweat was breaking
out on my back.  "That's it boy, go into your sex sweat."  He licked my
back.  Oh shit, I was slowly getting lost in his desires and needs and
somehow I wanted to please him.  Then I felt something incredibly
wonderful.  He had creased his tongue and pushed the pointy end into my
rectum. It was like a little dick.  In and out he used it.  He hummed
against my ass hole.  I could have enjoyed this all day, but Sgt, Motor
Pool has other ideas.  I heard his heavy tool belt fall and then his boots
being kicked off.  The next thing was the blunt end of his meaty cock
knocking on my back door.

"Please, please don't put that in me.  I don't want to be violated."

"Violated?  You little shitty fairy, you are going to violated and yer
goin' ask for more."

He moved against my ass and pushed the big head in and then just stayed
quiet.  I moaned in fear and slight discomfort.  He kissed my back.  "Now
chippie, jus' calm down and take yer happy punishment. "  At that he moved
forward and his penis slide deeper and deeper while I howled and howled.
Before I knew it, his blond wiry public hair was tickling my tender ass
cheeks.  I felt full, like I had to shit, but it wasn't bad.  Then he
wiggled a little.  I moaned.  "I think you like that.  Ya want me to fuck
you?"

"Isn't that what you're doing?"

"Naw, this is jes' gittin' into position.  Now this is fucking."

He pulled back and rammed forward.  My eyes rolled upwards and I began
mewling half from fear but mostly from good feelings that were radiating
from my treacherous ass to my half dead brain.  He pulled back his hand and
slapped one ass cheek.  My cock leaked a little from the sensation.  He put
his thick lips on my ear.  "Tell me that you want me to fuck you."

"Okay," I said hoarsely.

"Say fuck me and mean it otherwise I am goin' to kick you out in the mud."

I screamed out "fuck me" and fuck me he did.  He pulled back, rammed
forward, soon the two of us were panting like stuck pigs.  I could hardly
believe it but I felt my orgasm coming on.  "Oh, oh."

"You feelin' good.  You gonna deliver the milk boy?  Do it.  I'll close
behind ya."

My ass began vibrating and my penis shook and grew larger.  Just when my
thighs locked I screamed out my cum.  He could feel it and he stopped
moving and began crooning and spurting..  We each emptied our balls for a
long time, shaking and almost crying.

"Boy, you made me happy.  When a boy makes me happy, I make him happy.
Next time you need a truck, use mine.  It's brand new and has this new
automatic transmission."

I felt my ass leaking all the way down to the orderly room.  It hurt a
little, but in a nice way.  I decided I better check in with Staff Sgt
Robert and the Louie.  The office seemed pretty dark, but there was a crack
of light under the shade on the side.  I got up close and peered in.  There
was Lt.Biff totally naked and he was sitting next to Robert.  Both had hard
ons and were gently stroking each other.  By the flicker in the corner of
the room I realized they had set up a projector and were watching fuck
movies. Or stag movies as some call them.

Suddenly I realized that Biff had seen me and came up to the window and
smiled.  He mouthed a "come in."  I went around the front and tapped on the
door.  He came and threw it open, still naked and still hard for all the
Squadron to see if they passed.  I now could see that he was half crocked
and so was Robert.  Robert was kind of cute being high.  They greeted me
warmly.  Robert slurred, "Come in beauty-boy and get bare-assed.  You're
the duty sergeant, well we got some duties for you."  They both fell into
fits of laughter.  I think that they may have been in a good mood, but I
better not test them.  If I walked out now, I would get my ass in a sling,
as they say.  I got undressed and walked over to them.  Can you believe it,
my cock started rearing up.  I was hoping they were suck me again, but they
had a different idea.

The Lt. Said, "Get down on your knees.  You're going to suck us both."

"Both at the same time?"

"No, it's going to be a relay.  You go from one to the other and see who
you can get off first.  Now don't refuse.  You owe us.  You got a
promotion, you got a blowjob and I can be sure you got plowed by the motor
pool sergeant.  Now it's payback time."

Robert put a firm hand on my shoulder and urged me to my knees.  There I
was both guys hips to hip and their moist cock heads awaiting my servicing.
There was no alternative.  My virgin lips were going to double launched and
this was the moment.  Strangely spit rushed into my mouth.  I even had to
wipe a drool line from the corner.  Robert noticed it.  "Hey Biff, his
mouth is watering.  This is something the boy wants.  Go to it."

I leaned down and took Robert's slim long cock in my mouth.  Immediately he
put his hand on my hair and rubbed it as if I was a good dog.  I loved it.
I was glad he was pleased with my performance.  I just couldn't stop the
drool that was wetting his cock right down to the curly pubic hair.  He
liked the feeling of his cock being sucked wetly.

Meanwhile I dimly heard Biff's gruff voice.  "Hey newbie sergeant, if you
want to keep those stripes you better get busy on my tool right now.
Robert here is halfway to his cum and I am just starting.  Time to even it
up."

He stopped talking as my wet hot mouth engulfed his fat prick.  He began a
mumbo jumbo song of pleasure as I licked his cockhead rapidly and worked my
way down his shaft.  He was cussing like a angry sailor as I continued.  I
knew he was fighting not to cum yet.

Meanwhile Robert was being careful not to get himself off because he was
wanking pretty hard.  I left off the louie and resumed with Robert.  "Oh
shit Trey, I'm squeezing my ass but it's not working.  I just can't seem to
calm myself down.  Two more sucks, then go back to Biff while I cool off."

Biff's eyes were closed and his cock was trembling.  I could see he was on
the verge.  Just seeing me do my stuff on Robert was bringing on his
orgasm.  I took his vibrating tool into my mouth again.  He let out a
football yell from his days in the varsity.  His stomach began fluttering
against my forehead and he began a long, many spurt cum that I had to
swallow fast.  Just as his last spurt finished, Robert grabbed my head hard
and pulled me onto his prick.  He was already into the beginning of his
orgasm and his legs were scissoring wildly.  I felt as if I had a bucking
horse under me.  Then he started, grunting loudly with each delivery of
spooge.  I hung on and drank his stuff greedily.  As last he finished and
he sat back breathing hard, leaning again Biff who seemed equally out of
it.

I got off my knees and fell back on my backside waiting for them to
recover.  Finally the Lieutenant reached out and took a ruler from the desk
next to him.  "I dub you Staff Sergeant," he said mimicking the British
Court investiture.

Robert asked, "Hey did we taste different?"

"Yeah," I told him.  "You New Yorker has taste of the lights on Broadway
and subway gropes.  You Biff still have your days of football sweat
memorialized in your cum.  I taste cheers and a faint note of liniment.:

I got to my feet, and dressed quickly.  "Got to leave.  I got sleeping kids
to disturb in a few hours."  They waved goodbye weakly.

As I walked back to my barracks and my beckoning bed I thought, "If I keep
this up I will be promoted to company commander, maybe general."


End

If you decide to join the armed services, don't count on this kind of
action.  Maybe the recruiters ought to advertise: "Don't ask, don't
tell-just do it!"