Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 13:32:13 EST
From: Wood851191@aol.com
Subject: ARMY TALES - SICK CALL 2

The following is a description of sexual relations between consenting adult
males. If you are underage or if this type of story offends you, please
read no further. Thank you.


ARMY TALES - SICK CALL
Chapter 2

	The weekend with Greg didn't work out. He had duty on Sunday and I
had duty on Saturday. We promised each other that we would get together
soon. My balls ached for him. I wanted his body next to mine again. I
wanted his big cock in my mouth and up my ass. Damn, that guy turned me
on. That Sunday the barracks was a ghost town. For that matter, most of the
base was deserted.  I spent some time at the service club but soon got
bored and headed back to the barracks. I walked into the barracks and into
the latrine to take a piss. I pulled out my dick and started to pee when I
felt someone was looking at me. I turned to the shower room and there was
Kowalchek drying himself off. He was drying his hair and I got to stare at
his dick for a second. A nice piece of meat. A very nice piece of
meat. Stan was nineteen, six foot four and about two fifty-five. He had
short brown hair and except for his pits and crotch, was practically
hairless. He had a fair build. Not really muscular but not overweight
either. Just the kind of body you would like to cuddle with.
	"Gettin' a boner, Woody"?
	"Wha'"?
	"Looks like your growin' a bone there man."
	I realized that I indeed was getting aroused by his nudity. I
looked away from him and quickly buttoned up.
	"Hey, it's cool man. It happens, ya' know? That's why I'm in
here. I was laying on my bunk and started getting a bone so I thought I'd
better take a cold shower."
	I got a little daring. "Why didn't you just whack off. Shit, we all
do it you know. Don't you hear the bunks squeaking at night"?
	"Yeah, but jerkin' off just doesn't do it for me. Not that I don't
do it when I have to, but I'd rather do it with another person."
	Did I hear correctly? Not with a girl or woman but with another
person! Hmm.  This could be interesting. "What do you mean, Stan"?
	"Aw, c'mon Woody. Didn't you ever jerk off with a buddy"?
	Hey, that was my line. "Sure," and then some, I thought to myself.
	He looked at me sort of bashfully and said, "Why don't you take a
shower now, Woody. And we can see what happens."
	Damn, this guy didn't mess around. I couldn't believe I was being
propositioned in the barracks! Talk about dangerous places. But, boy did
that turn me on!
	"Well, I could use a shower, I guess. Let me get out of these
clothes and I'll be right back."
	"Great. I'll wait here."
	I must have broken the record for stripping. I grabbed my towel and
without even covering myself, ran back to the latrine. When I got there, I
didn't see him. Then he called to me from the back of the shower room.
	"The waters nice and hot, Woody. C'mon in."
	I threw my towel on the rack and strode in. He was all soaped up
again and his pecker was rising.
	"Hi," he said, looking me over. His glance stopped at my
crotch. Mine stopped at his.
	"Hi," I said, nervously. I grabbed the soap and lathered up. When
both our bodies were covered with soap, he came to me and pulled me to
him. Our bodies slid against each other and our dicks ground into each
others crotches.
	"Ain't this nice? Better than just jerking off," he said, humping
my groin.
	"Oh yeah. Much better," I said.
	My arms felt down his back as I ground my pubes into his. My hands
found his round cheeks and I fondled them. They were firm yet soft. So
smooth. He pulled me under the shower and rinsed us off. Then his hand
found my pecker and slowly stroked it. I thought I would cream right
there. My hand sought his big sausage. He wasn't circumcised as I was and I
could slide his foreskin back and forth. This was so great! I wondered how
far he would go, or how far he would allow me to go. As he stroked my hard
cock, he leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it
and nibbled a bit on the hard nub. I moaned. His head jerked up.
	"Oh, I'm sorry man. I thought you would like that."
	"Oh God, I do. Don't stop." I pulled his head to my chest. He bit
my nub again. I loved it. I reached between us and lifted his cock so it
rested between our bellies and I inserted mine between his legs. He grasped
it immediately and I fucked his thighs as he sucked my tits. I was so hot
that I forgot where we were.  Someone could have walked in at any time. We
were very lucky no one did.
	"Woody"?
	"Yes,"
	"Have you ever been sucked? I mean your dick"?
	"Yeah, it was great. Why"?
	Hesitantly, he said "Could I do it for you"?
	"Oh man. Sure. Are you sure you want to? You don't have to, but I'd
sure love it." I rambled.
	"I've never done it but I think I'd like to try with you if it's
okay. You don't have to suck mine if you don't want to."
	"Go for it Stan. Then we'll see. I've never done that before," I
lied.
	"You won't tell anyone, will you? I don't want the guys to make fun
of me."
	"No. I promise. I won't tell anyone."
	He hunkered down and stroked my hard penis that was standing
straight out at him. He looked into my eyes and then at my cock and tongued
the head. Then he took it into his mouth. The feeling was fantastic!  I was
being sucked by a virgin. I looked down at his huge body squatting before
me, his thick, long pecker sticking out from his dark haired groin. I ran
my hands over his smooth back and up to his head, playing with his ears as
he inhaled my rod. I'm not that big so he had little trouble taking all six
inches. I felt his nose in my pubes. His fingers played with my nuts as his
mouth pistoned in and out. I couldn't hold on for long.
	"I think I'm going to shoot, Stan. I'm real close."
	He didn't pull away. Instead he grabbed my hips and pulled me into
him. My dick was down his hot, warm throat. And I exploded! I grabbed his
broad shoulders and ejaculated into his belly, volley after volley of my
semen coated his throat and tongue. I couldn't believe he wasn't gagging,
this being his first time. He sucked like a calf at his mothers
teat. Shortly, I had to stop him. My cock was too sensitive for his
tongue. He looked up at me and smiled. He opened his mouth and I could see
my white cum on his tongue. I lifted him to his feet and kissed him deeply,
tasting my jism on his tongue. I was wiped out. He really drained me. But I
looked down and saw he was harder than ever.
	"That was something else, Woody. I always wondered what it would
feel like to have a guy shoot in my mouth. Your cum is sweet and you have a
nice dick."
	"Now, let me return the favor," I said.
	"No, Woody. You don't have to. Really." This big ox was being so
sweet it choked me up. But I wanted to be choked by his big log.
	"I want to, Stan. I really do. I just hope I can please you as you
have just pleased me." I kissed him again and then took his nipple into my
mouth and sucked it hard as I stroked his eight plus inches. I then got
down as he did and tasted his foreskin. I sucked on it and ran my tongue
over it and inside it. I swabbed his cockhead and tasted his precum. Then I
licked the thick shaft to his low hanging balls. I took one at a time into
my mouth as he moaned his appreciation. My hands felt his muscular legs and
up to his butt. I pulled back his foreskin and swabbed his head again. I
stuck my tongue into his slit to get more of his precum. I don't know how I
did it, but I took his thick shaft into my mouth and slowly took it down my
throat. He was moaning and holding my head trying not to force me deeper
although that's what his loins were telling him to do. I know the feeling
well. He could have strangled me with that cock, but then I would have died
happy.  My eyes watered from the strain. Fortunately for me, the excitement
of sucking his first dick was too much for him and it didn't take long
before I felt his gusher. I drank from his spout and pulled back so my
tongue could taste his seed. It was warm and sweet and nutty. And there was
a lot of it. I guess he didn't masturbate that often, like he said. He
filled me and my knees ached and my jaw ached even more. But it was worth
it.
	"Oh, thanks Woody. That was fantastic! I always imagined it but it
was even better than I thought."
	"You were pretty great yourself, Stan. Especially for your first
time. Wow!  Ya know, I never pegged you as being gay."
	"I'm not. I like girls but I wanted to try it once. That's all. I'm
glad it was with you. You're a real nice guy."
	"Shit, Stan. I don't know what to say. Didn't you take a big
chance. What if I would have ratted on you. Life would be hell for you
here."
	"That's just it, Woody. No one knows yet, but Tuesday is my last
day. I'm being transferred to another post. I figured this was the time for
it. I decided to take a shower and I would try to get the first guy who
walked in. I was just lucky it was you. Actually, I knew you didn't go off
base, so the odds were for you," he added shyly. "Besides, I noticed you a
few times staring at my dick and ass."
	"That's not all I was staring at. You have a real nice body, all of
it. I wish we had more time. I'd really like to get you into the sack for a
day or two. I'm flattered you wanted me to be your first. Thanks man," I
said and then planted another kiss on him. "You know there is another way
guys have sex, if you're up to it," I winked. We both looked down at his
pecker and it began to rise.
	"Aren't we pushing our luck"?
	"The way you cum so fast, I hope you get it all in before you
shoot," I laughed.
	"I'm game if you are. I'm pretty big you know."
	"I know," I said, rubbing my jaw. "Take it easy, okay."
	I bent over in the shower and grabbed the pipes against the
wall. Like any other teenager, Stan was full hard in seconds. He held my
hips and slowly entered my body. God, it hurt! But I wanted his cock.
Besides, he wasn't as big as Greg and I knew he was going to fuck me next
time we got together. I spread my legs as wide as I could. He poured some
shampoo over my backside and it flowed down my ass crack and over his
throbber and it made the entry easier. With the shower streaming over us, I
was still sweating from the pain. Soon he was in and I felt his wiry pubes
against my smooth butt. He stopped for a while to let me get used to his
size. The pain subsided and he began stroking, in and out.  Slowly at first
but picking up speed. This guy was a great fucker, with a great fuck stick!
He humped me 'til I thought I'd shake the pipes loose. Then suddenly, he
grabbed my hips and thrust his pelvis into my butt and lifted me off my
feet! With my feet planted against the wall, he held me and fucked me
deeply. I didn't know if it was his strong arms or mighty penis that was
holding me up. Then his lips attacked my neck and as he sucked my flesh, I
felt his hot semen spraying my insides. What a feeling. He tried not to
yell out but he let loose with a loud moan as he emptied his nuts into my
rectum. He pulled me tightly against his big chest and grabbed my dick and
stroked it. Just as I felt his softening manhood withdraw from my ass, I
shot my wad all over the shower room wall.
	We showered up, washing each other all over. Both dicks were very
sensitive and that made it even more fun. We dried off and I went to my
bunk and fell asleep for a few hours.  It was a hell of a day! Oh yeah, I
had one hell of a hickey to explain to the guys who knew I hadn't left the
post that weekend.

	After that session with Stan and being that Greg already had me so
turned on with that beautiful muscular body of his, I felt I should do
something about mine. At this time I was pretty fit but not exactly
muscular. Actually, not muscular at all. The Battalion had a field house
which was available to the troops.  Most of the guys used it to shoot hoops
but there was also some weight equipment. So after Stan had left and after
dinner one night, I changed to T-shirt, gym shorts, jockstrap and sneakers
and walked over to the field house. I hoped the weight section was not too
crowded. All I needed was a couple of muscle jocks sneering at my
kick-sand-in-his-face body. On the other hand, a few studs with bulging
biceps and straining nipples would keep me in wet dreams for a while. If I
was really lucky, I might just spy a jock strap or two up the leg of a pair
of loose shorts. Hey, this workout idea might not be bad after all.  Good
thing I was wearing a jock because by this time little Woody was acting up.
	It was a warm night, but then every night was warm in Louisiana. As
I approached the field house it appeared to be rather deserted. I could see
what seemed to be a low light coming from one area inside. As I got to the
door, I read the notice. Open from 1800 hrs. to 2200 hrs., Mon., Wed., and
Fri. Today was Thursday. Shit! There goes my wet dream. And I was getting
really horny at this point. A thought came to me to walk over into the
woods and work off a load. Man, nothing turns me on more than thinking
about getting naked and having sex in the woods, except maybe actually
getting naked and having sex in the woods. Don't even need a partner,
although that would be fantastic! Just the two of us, naked, sucking and
fucking in nature. Entirely uninhibited! Balls, my dick was like a rock!
Hope no one is looking over here. I looked down at my crotch and my shorts
had a small wet spot. My precum was leaking through my jock.  Then I looked
up at the door and saw that the padlock was missing and the latch was
open. Maybe someone was inside. I thought I had seen a light as I
approached the building.
	I quietly opened the door and walked into the entry area. From
there I peeked into the gym. I noticed the weight lifting area to the right
and some other equipment, like a pommel horse and high bar to the left.
Not a bad setup. But it was deserted. It was very dark but I could see a
small area lighted at the far end.  Using my Army training, I worked my way
around the gym floor staying against the dark walls. The bleacher seats
were still down from the last basketball game, so I snuck under and behind
them. This kept me pretty much invisible. As I approached the lighted area,
I could make out a few shapes. I saw the parallel bars first but they were
somehow different. Like something was in front of them.  About ten feet
forward of the equipment was a man seated in a chair with something bulky
at his feet. The seated man had his back to me, but as I got closer I could
make out what he was looking at. What I saw made my heart jump and my dick
rise again.
	There was someone hanging from the parallel bars! His arms were
outstretched and his hands were secured to the bars. The rest of his body
hung free. Except for his Army issue, white, boxer shorts, he was naked. I
thought, what the fuck is going on here? Then the seated man spoke. I was
too absorbed in the scene before me to understand him but his voice was
familiar. Where had I heard it before? Then the object at his feet
moved. It was another man! Oh man, this is too much. He was lying on the
floor and was wearing a hood or mask of some sort over his head. Not just
his face, but the entire head!  And he was butt naked. No, wait.  Maybe
not. At a command from the seated man, he rose up. He was magnificent!
What a fuckin' body! He was about five foot ten inches and weighed about
one hundred seventy pounds and not an ounce of fat. He was total muscle!
Not body builder champ muscle, but, shit I could lick that body forever
muscle. His developed pectorals were covered with a fine coating of dark
hair. The hair was sparse so you could see his tanned skin underneath. His
broad chest tapered to a hairless belly and a narrow waist and slim
hips. His legs were like small oak trees. He was wearing what looked like a
black leather jock or posing strap. He was like a leopard in his
movements. Oh yeah, he also wore a collar around his neck which was
attached to a leash.  The seated man held the other end.
	The leopard man strode into the shadows for a moment and then it
got brighter in the gym. He had turned on a few more lights. I got a better
look at him as he returned. There was something familiar about him too, but
I couldn't put my finger on it. Then the seated man spoke again.  Fuck! How
could I have missed it? I heard this voice every day. But everything in me
said it can't be. Not him. But it was. It was Sgt. Foley, my platoon Sgt.!
	I worked my way around under the seats to get a better view of the
entire scene. Then I could see Sarge sitting there, big, black and
completely naked. Not a stitch on. My head was spinning. He stood up and
approached the man hanging from the bars. He was familiar too. I think he
was in the next platoon. He was about eighteen or nineteen and not bad
looking. He had a pretty good body but not as good as the leopard man. He
had nice pecs and nice sized nipples. His arms were pretty nicely developed
too. His legs needed a little work though. Except for his brush cut head
and his arm pits, he was hairless from what I could see. He was still
wearing his shorts. His face and forearms were tanned but the rest of his
body was like milk. Guess he hadn't been down here very long or just
avoided the sun. Next to Sarge, he looked like a snowman. Sarge grabbed him
by the hair and whispered something into his ear. Then Sarge ran his hand
down the boy's body to his crotch. He groped the boy through his shorts and
the boy moaned and his body went taut. Sarge laughed as he bent down to
lick the boy's hard nipples. Sarge then rubbed his groin against the boys
thigh and sucked on his neck. The kid was going to have one huge hickey in
the morning!
	Then Sarge turned to return to his seat. His cock was up full hard
and dripping and must have been over ten inches long and thick as my wrist!
What a fuckin' pole! As he sat back down, he spoke to the leopard man.
	"Happy Birthday, he's all yours. You've been a good slave for
me. This is your reward."
	The leopard man crawled on his knees to Sarge and dropped his head
into Sarge's lap. He licked Sarge's precum and took his pole down his
throat. His head was still in the hood so I couldn't see his expression,
but I assume it was one of thankfulness and subservience. My cock was
soaking my jock by this time. Being hidden as I was, I pulled off my shorts
and jock and let my cock free in the cool air. I was afraid to stroke it as
I would have shot almost immediately. I didn't want to miss any of
this. Sarge lifted the hooded head from his groin and said, "You are so
good. Enjoy my gift to you." With that, he pulled his slave up and gave him
a pat on his hard ass.
	Leopard man rose up and walked to the boy. The boy was almost in
tears.  "Please don't hurt me." He sobbed. "I've never done this
before. I'm straight, please don't rape me!" The man stood in front of the
almost naked boy and ran his hands down his body. The boy shivered. The man
rubbed the boys nipples and pinched them and they hardened. Lips and teeth
immediately attacked the virgin nips.  The boy moaned and there was some
trace of movement in his boxers. The man then walked behind the boy and
crouching, ran his hands up the boys legs to his shorts and then inside the
shorts to his buttocks. He pulled the legs of the shorts as high as he
could and licked and sucked on the boys smooth white butt. Pulling the
shorts in back made the front tight and the outline of the boys penis and
scrotum was fully evident. The boy was becoming erect.
	I glanced over to Sarge and saw he was fully occupied. He was
slowly stroking his thick, long, uncut penis. The foreskin covering and
uncovering the wet, black head. He was also tweaking his nipple as he
jerked his cock. He was feeling good tonight. This entire scene was so
erotic to me I gave little thought to the boy. Was he in danger? Should I
step in and do something? Sure, asshole. Two hundred and fifty pound Sarge
and Mr. Muscle over there would have you strung up by your balls in
seconds. Let's just see what happens.
	Our leopard man was now kneeling in front of the boy. He was making
it last, running his hands all over the smooth youth. His pouch was
stretched out. So, the jungle cat had something to show too. His hands
roamed the front of the boys shorts and pulled the fly opening apart. His
head jerked forward and his tongue probed the dark interior of the boys
underwear. The boy moaned and pleaded him to stop. Still holding open the
fly, the man sat back and looked at the boy. Suddenly, with one swift
motion, he tore open the boxer shorts and ripped them from the kids
body. All that remained on the boy was the elastic waist band which made
him look even more naked. The kids dick was hard but not fully erect. It
was a really nice pecker, about seven inches long, fairly thick and
circumcised. It was leaking precum, a string hanging off the end and
dropping to the gym floor.
	"Why not try some toys on your slave," said the Sarge.
	The leopard man opened a bag that was on the floor and emptied out
about a dozen or so spring type clothes pins. Shit, this was no time for
laundry.
	"What are you going to do with those?", the boy whimpered.
	Neither of his captors said a word. The leopard man picked up a pin
and spread it open. He then sucked one of the boy nipples and then squeezed
it. He placed the clothes pin over the nipple and slowly let it close tight
on the tiny nub. The boy moaned in pleasure/pain. Then the same was done to
the other nipple.
	"Please, no more!", the boy sobbed. "It hurts too much. Please!"
	But his pleading was useless. The man fondled the boys penis and
stroked it a bit. The he placed a clothes pin on the loose skin on the
underside of the boys cock. This was followed by three more. Then three
more on the boys scrotum. The boy writhed in pain. But his dick never
softened. Even more precum dripped from his piss slit and on to the
wrestling mat on the gym floor. The last two pins were placed on the boys
firm butt. Then the man started to play with them. He would gently pull on
them and flip them with a stroke of his hands. Tears streamed from the boys
eyes, but still he was hard as a rock! There was little doubt that he was
enjoying the pain. I thought this was really freaky but as they say,
different strokes. The man played with the pins on the boys tits and the
kids cock would jump each time the pins were pulled or flipped.
	"I think he's had enough for the first session," said
Sarge. "Remove them."
	The man removed them one by one, kissing and licking the area after
they were removed. He left the nipples for last, sucking them hard and
stroking the boy's cock as he sucked them.
	The man stood and kissed the boy gently on the lips. The boy tried
to pull away but the man held his head firm. He rubbed his body against the
boys and both moaned out loud. The man stood back and pulled off his posing
strap revealing a dick that looked as though it would grow to be as big as
the Sarge's. His groin had a perfect triangle of dense, dark pubic hair and
his full cock hung down about six inches soft. He looked like a marble
statue, the sweat glistening on his body. He dropped to his knees in front
of the boy and took the boys prick into his mouth. In one swift move, he
totally engulfed the boys manhood down to his pubes.  The boy screamed with
ecstasy. He sucked that boy-man cock and fingered his hairless balls. His
mouth pistoned on the love shaft as he worked a finger up the boys virgin
asshole.  The boy tried to squirm away but the man was persistent. The
pleasure he was receiving in front was so great he barely felt the
intrusion into his rear. One hand working his butt hole, a mouth working
his roaring hard penis and another hand squeezing and pinching his tender
nipples was too much for the young man to take. His entire body curved like
a bow getting ready to loose an arrow. His head fell back and his eyes
glazed over as he emptied his gonads into the mouth of the beautiful man
sucking him. Over and over he shot his sweet cream, his nuts pulling up
into his body. The pain and pleasure was almost too much to take. The man
kept sucking, wanting to drain every drop from the boys reservoir of semen.
	The boys body went limp and only the bindings around his wrists
held him up.  The man stood and untied the boy and gently laid him on a
wrestling mat. The boys body sprawled upon the mat, glistening with sweat
and his penis shrinking and dripping a mixture of semen and precum.  Sarge
stirred and the man immediately jumped to his huge cock. He licked the
juices Sarge had produced while watching the action. As the man sucked his
foreskin, Sarge reached down and felt the mans wet, hairy chest and
fingered his erect rosebuds. They both moaned and Sarge pulled his head off
of his pole and gestured to the boy. The man went back to the boy and
cleaned his crotch with his tongue. Then he turned the boy onto his
belly. The boys bubble butt stuck up into the air like two cushions on a
sofa. Pink and soft and hairless. The man spread the boys legs and gently
pulled his cheeks apart. Licking his lips, he plunged his face into the
boys ass. The boy moaned and squirmed on the mat. He wanted to say don't,
but it felt too good.  He reached behind and pulled his butt cheeks apart
so that the mans tongue could gain deeper access. As he wiggled on the mat,
the man lifted the boy and reaching under him, grabbed the young mans' once
again rigid penis and pulled it under him. Now he could lick the kids dick
and eat his ass at the same time.
	Once again the boy was enjoying sexual bliss. He wanted it now. He
cried out for the man to fuck him. His ass had been invaded and he loved
it. He pushed his butt up off the mat and awaited the joining of their two
bodies. The man stoked his long peter and placed it at the entrance to the
boys virgin hole. The boy was in a state of sexual frenzy. He was begging
to be taken, and taken he was.  The man leaned forward and plunged his
massive prick into the boys hole. The boys body shot up and his eyes opened
wide as did his mouth but nothing came forth. He hadn't expected that much
pain. His penis immediately went soft and his body went limp. The man told
him to wait and he would become used to the invasion. No one moved for a
while and then the man stated stroking the boys limp pecker. Slowly it
hardened and the boy relaxed his muscles. The man made love to him, slowly
and lovingly. It didn't take too long for the man to become fully aroused,
butt fucking that handsome teenager. He humped faster and faster and at
last threw himself on top of the boy and ejected his sperm into the boys
body. Their sweat mingled and the boy turned his head to kiss the hooded
man. It was over.
	Sarge sat there with his pole still in his hands, still
unsatisfied. Come to think of it, so did I. My dick was so hard it was
painful and the floor where I sat was puddled with my precum.
	"You had better get back to your barracks Private. It's almost
lights out."  Sarge said to the boy.
	"I don't know how to thank you, Sarge. When my buddy told me about
you I didn't know what to expect. This was far beyond what I had hoped
for. You made it feel real."
	"That was the idea. Too bad it only works once. Just watch yourself
if you try to pick up another guy in the company. He might not be so
understanding and you will wind up in the stockade. I find it hard to
believe that you have wanted to be with a man for so long but never did
anything about it. You're a good looking guy. Get out there and get
yourself laid. Lots of nice studs out there wanting some boy cock and boy
ass."
	"One last thing Sarge. Can I see what's under the hood, so to
speak?" Looking at the leopard man he said, "You were fantastic and you
have an incredible body. I'd love to make it with you again."
	"Sorry Private," said Sarge, "can't do that. Only I know who this
is and that's going to stay that way.  Understand?"
	"Sure Sarge. Thanks again. See ya."
	The boy got dressed in the back of the gym and left. I was just
about to do the same before I got caught when I heard leopard man say,
"Thanks Master. That boy was a wonderful birthday present for me.  He had a
fine body and a really tight ass. I believe he was a virgin. Let me show
you my gratitude."
	With that, he unzipped and removed his hood and dropped to his
knees in front of Sarge. He took Sarge's pole into his mouth and deep
throated it. Sarge spread his legs and fondled the mans head. Then he
pulled him off his cock and as he was about to kiss him, I recognized the
leopard man. It was the guy who gave me permission to go to the hospital to
see Andy. It was Lt. Hammond!  Holy, fuckin' shit! Not only was the
Lt. sucking Sarge's cock, he was also his slave. No wonder Sarge didn't
want to leave the Army.
	Sarge kissed the Lt. long and hard and then the Lt. went back down
on Sarge.  He sucked that big black poker and licked his foreskin
clean. Sarge reached down and stroked the Lt.'s. growing cock as he was
being sucked. The Lt. erupted first all over Sarge's hand and forearm and
then Sarge sat back and emptied his bull nuts in the Lt.'s mouth. The Sarge
fell back in his seat and the Lt.  sprawled back on the wrestling mat with
his arms and legs spread wide. What a sight.
	Sarge suggested they catch a shower here before going back to the
B. O. Q.  and the barracks. I watched as the two naked bodies strode across
the gym to the locker area. When they were out of sight, I crawled out from
under the seats and went to the wrestling mat. It was still wet from the
Lt.'s sweat and there were drops of cum from either him or the kid or maybe
both. I sat on the mat and stroked my pecker. Hate to admit this, but I was
so horny, I crawled naked on the mat on my belly and licked up all the cum
I could find. The combination of the wet mat on my cock and body and
licking the cum and remembering what had taken place here tonight had me
shooting my load in no time. Didn't have to stroke it. The friction of the
mat was enough. I just pushed my groin into the mat and shot my wad. Then I
cleaned up after myself licking up my load. Didn't even think that someone
might be watching. Can't wait to see who is going to be wrestling on this
mat tomorrow.

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