From: "Todd" <toad24@iquest.net>
Subject: How life should have been:  Boot Camp (M/M, military)
Date: 28 May 1997 22:58:35 GMT
Organization: IQuest Internet, Inc.

Disclaimer:  If you don't like stories about male to male love, then don't
read this.  If you are one of those with extreme religious ideals, then why
are you even looking at the Fucking thing????  If reading stories of a
sexual nature is prohibited in your stuckup tight ass community, then don't
read this.  If you are not old enough to read this, then tell your parents
to punish you for being in this news group, ya, I bet you really will,
right.......

On the other hand.  If you enjoy stories about man to man love then go
right on ahead and enjoy.  Oh, ya, this story is complete fiction, as in a
figment of my imagination, a fantasy so please don't get it confused with
reality.  I hope I didn't really need to say that.  You will understand
once you've read it.  

Enjoy::::::

How life should have been:  Boot Camp

Hi, my names Todd and this is a story of how Boot Camp should have been. 
I was 19 years old when I took that enormous leap and signed the papers to
become a U.S. Marine, the greatest organization in the world.  The day I
left for boot camp my recruiter picked me up at home and we and three other
recruits headed south to Indy.  I don't mind telling you that I was scared
as hell leaving home for the first time and going to an uncertain future. 
For the most part the drive was quiet with each of us lost in our own
thoughts.  As we neared our destination in Indy we became more talkative,
sort of hyping each other up.

We reached the Indy MEP's around eleven in the morning.  The MEP's is
where they give us the physical and we do all the paperwork.  Thinking back
I am glad I was as nervous as I was or I surly would have embarrassed
myself.  Going through the physical was a pain, but at least I had plenty
of bodies to look at.  The room was filled with about twenty young men all
striped to their underwear.  Bodies of all shapes and colors, it was a
great view.  That was the first time I saw these guys undressed, but not
the last.  After we finished the physical and the paperwork they took us to
our own private wing of the local Hilton to spend the night.  Our flight
for California would leave the next morning.  

That night at the Hilton was to be the last real fun any of us would have
for the next three months and we made the best of it.  This wing of the
hotel must have been the oldest and worst of the entire hotel, but it was
fine for the night.  The hallway carpet was doted every where with
cigarette burns and stains of all types.  The wallpaper was peeling off and
discolored from years of misuse.  Each room had two beds with, hopefully,
clean sheets, but you couldn't tell, a TV, dressers, and bathroom just your
normal hotel rooms.  When we first got there we all went to our rooms, each
trying to get some rest, since it was late evening but it didn't last long.
 The guy that I was roomed with and I were going to try and get some sleep
after getting pretty much talked out so we turned the light out and crawled
into our respective beds.  There really wasn't anything special about my
roommate of that night.  He was sort of cute, but a bit stockier than I
liked.  His hair was cut short, like most of us, with a muscular chest and
legs with a good coating of hair on both.  That's really what I didn't
like.  I noticed a nice bulge in his shorts as we striped down to our
shorts for bed, neither of us had anything with us besides what we had on,
we would not't need anything else.  This was at ten o'clock when we turned
the light out.  About ten minutes latter the noise started and grew
steadily louder.  We heard people yelling and running up and down the hall.
 I guess that's why we had a private wing.  After laying there cursing
those making the noise for a bit we decided to find out what was going on. 
Turning on the lights I slipped my pants back on and we headed for the
door, my roommate still in his briefs.  We opened the door just as a cup
hit spraying us with bits of ice.  Some of the other guys had started
throwing ice ball grenades down the hall playing war.  It was a sight to
see, a bunch of 18 and 19 year olds, most of them in their drawers, running
around playing war the night before going off to learn how to do the real
thing.  

I was glad I had put my pants back on before we opened the door because of
what I was looking at.  I just stood in the door watching as every few
seconds another would run past my door.  Dicks barley contained by the thin
fabric of their briefs.  God was I ever getting turned on.  This went on
for most of the night, until about 2 in the morning.  My roommate had went
out to join in, but I just stayed back watching.  I noticed James standing
in the doorway across the hall from me and we started talking about how
stupid, but fun, all of this was.  

James was about five and a half feet tall and slender.  He had short red
hair, a firm smooth chest, and long beautiful legs.  He only had a pair of
red briefs on that showed an incredible bulge, but not yet hard.

As we stood there talking over the noise of the hall and watching the
others run around I saw his eyes not only following the others but from
time to time I saw his eyes drop.  They would drop from eye level of those
parading in front of us ever so slowly toward the floor.  There was no
other explanation than he was checking out the same things I was.  Nobody
was really paying much attention to us as we stood looking at each other. 
After a bit I decided to test things out to see what might happen.  I
joined in with things in the hall and, as I hoped, was quickly soaked from
the water fight now taking place.  Going back to my room complaining to
James about getting wet, and using that as an excuse to get out of my
pants, I stepped inside the door and took them off.  As I turned to face
him his eyes quickly jumped back up and it looked like he was embarrassed. 
I had gotten the response I'd wanted and, I'd caught him.  

We locked eyes for the briefest of moments and it was his turn to make a
move.  James said he was tired of standing there and asked if I wanted to
watch some TV for a bit.  I crossed the hall to his room and he turned on
the tube as I sat down on one of the beds.  I asked if I was on his or his
roommates bed.

"I didn't get a roommate for tonight."

"Man, you lucked out.  What's on the tube?"

He sat there on the other bed flipping threw the channels, nothing much
was on but infomercials.  I really can't stand those things.  He stopped a
few times so we could make fun of the stupid things they were advertising. 

"Hey James stop here."

"Holy shit, I can't believe Uncle Sam is paying for porno's."

"I know, but, this is a good one.  Want to watch it?"

"Sure!"

James sounded a bit to excited over a porno, but I didn't care.  We laid
there, he on one bed and me on the other, watching the movie for awhile. 
Each of us wanting the same thing, but to scared to make the next move.  We
tried to hide the boners developing in our groins, but that's "hard" to do
when you only have a pair of briefs on and neither of us would get under
the covers.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw James reach down and start
fondling himself and then realized that I had been doing the same myself.  

Looking over at him, still fondling myself, I saw he was watching me.  We
laid there for a couple of minutes just watching each other.  He finally
asked, "Did you lie?"

"Lie about what", I said.

"Well, if you didn't lie about it what are you doing starring at me
instead of the TV?"

"Okay, I did.  How about you?"  James just smiled as he slid off his bed
and came over to the bed I was stretched out on.  

Kneeling on the bed James reached both hands up and into the band of my
shorts.  Looking up at me he asked if it was okay.  As an answer I just
smiled and lifted my butt off the bed to allow him to slide my drawers off.
 He laid that lovely head of his on my stomach facing my rock hard dick.  I
could feel his breath as he rolled my balls in his hand and stroked my dick
with the other.  

The noise in the hallway was still loud with every one still running
about, he said we had to be quiet since we didn't want any of them to
suspect what was going on.  With that his face slid down my stomach, his
mouth engulfing my manhood is one motion.  

It was all I could do to not let a loud gasp slip from my lips as my dick
entered that  warm wet mouth of his.  Pulling his mouth up with all the
suction he could muster, his tongue swirls around the mushroom head,
playing with the pee slit at the tip.  Being as horny as I was, I knew it
wouldn't take long before I exploded.  Shifting around I pulled his stiff
present towards me so I could unwrap it and return this pleasure.  Lifting
the leg of his briefs I removed his stiff member for inspection.  It must
have been over seven inches long and incredible, no more that an inch and a
quarter in diameter.  Taking this fabulous specimen into my mouth I felt
another tinge go through my groin.  James had pushed his finger into my ass
and was now moving it in and out, driving my prostrate crazy.  That was it,
the smell of his manhood, the suction on my dick, and the now two fingers
in my ass pushed me over the edge.  The explosion came with a final thrust
into his warm loving mouth.  Shot after shot, he swallowed it all.  As my
dick subsided he sat up straddling my face so he could easily fuck my face.
 
After a half dozen or so slow long thrust from his dick I pulled away and
looked up at his boyish face.  "Want to fuck me?"

With a sly smile he said, " I thought you'd never ask", and headed off to
the bathroom to find that lotion hotels always put there.  

Coming back with that small bottle of lotion, he pulled me to the edge of
the bed, lifting my legs and pushed my knees to my chest.  Emptying some of
the lotion into his hand he lubed his steel dick causing slurping sounds as
his hand slid up and down to prepare.  A couple of fingers on his other
hand were sliding in and out of me getting my ass ready to take him.  

Leaning over to my ear, he whispers, "I like a really slippery fuck." 
With that the top of the bottle entered my hole and deposited the remainder
of the lotion both inside and out.  He positions his dick and with a slow
steady push enters my waiting ass quickly and easily.  Taking my feet he
pushes my knees as far up as possible, almost resting them in my arm pits. 
He slides in and out faster and faster, slapping his balls against my butt
each time.  The slurping and squashing sounds coming from our joining are
the most obscene I had ever heard.  His hips pistonning faster and faster. 
My ass gripping tight all around, his moans coming louder.  This whole time
I'm jacking myself off to the same rhythm he's using.  The presser building
again, I'm going to cum once more.  My balls tighten sending my seed up, I
explode for the second time in about twenty minutes.  My ass clamps down on
that steel rod pounding in and out.  James' teeth clench as he fights to
make this last longer.  One slap, two slaps, another, and finally it comes.
His cum shooting out splattering my insides with his juice he collapses on
top of me.  

After a few minutes, and we regain conscious thought, we realize things
outside have quieted down.  Noticing this I got cleaned up a bit and headed
back to my own room across the hall hoping this would not be the last time
we could be together.  

After just a few hours of sleep we were all awakened about 5:30 am to
start the first day in our new lives.  On the plane James and I sat next to
each other talking with the others about what we expected would happen when
we arrived at San Diego and how we thought boot camp would be. 

THE ARRIVAL AT BOOT CAMP
 
Just about every one has seen those movies about boot camp and when the
new recruits first arrive the Drill Instructors started screaming and
yelling at them immediately.  Well, that's not quite what happened to us.

We arrived in San Diego around 10 p.m. after a layover in Dallas and a
couple I can't remember.  We all filled off the plane and headed for the
military representatives desk at the airport to find out where to go from
there.  We started learning how to hurry up and wait right away since we
had to wait for an hour, but couldn't go anywhere.  What fun.  Some Sgt.
showed up with a bus to take us to the base, still no yelling.  

The first 48 hrs were horrible though.  We spent the entire time going
through processing and doing paper work, none of us where allowed to sleep.
By this time there was about seventy of us being hurried around together. 
We eventually were formed into one platoon.  Our hair was cut, or should I
say shaved first.  Then came our first uniform issue.  We were taken into
this warehouse and told to strip.  The warehouse was large, drafty and
cold, I mean cold.  I guess that was so no one would be popping boners
while they were in their shorts.  The forming DI's passed boxes around for
us to put our civilian clothes in for storage.  Those who had underwear on
that was any thing other than white had to take them off too.  What we
wound up with was seventy men standing in their underwear or completely
nude waiting for some one to give us clothes.  I couldn't tell if it was
just because I was one of them standing nude that I thought other guys
were looking at me or if they really were.  I did know James was looking
at me because we were standing next to each other.  Oh yeah, James and I
wound up in the same platoon.  The DI's walked around pointing out all of
those who had boners, either partial or full, so that everyone knew.  God,
was that ever embarrassing.  One of them they pointed out was a guy named
Shane.  Shane was a couple of rows in front of me and a little to the left,
and I had a perfect view of him.  He was about six feet tall and looked to
be in perfect shape.  His back was in that great "v" shape going from broad
milky white shoulders to a small waist that was just over one of the
firmest asses I had ever seen.  I couldn't tell what color of hair he had
since we were all bald so I really wished he would turn around, just so I
could see what color his hair was, right.  

Well, we finally got our uniforms and tried to march back to our temporary
barracks.  I say tried because this is when the DI's really went ballistic
on us.  We just couldn't stay in step.  The next day we were dropped to our
regular DI's and training started.  

All of us were sitting in what was called the quarter deck, a space that
was so small we had to sit with our legs spread and the guy in front of us
between them.  It was literally ass hole to belly button, or I should say
ass hole to swollen dick.  Our three junior DI's stood all around us and
the senior DI was in front telling us what they expected and a little of
how the schedule would go.  
"...and at night you will have from 9 to 9:30 to shower, write letters,
and take care of your uniforms.  This is not how we normally start a
platoon out, but you are going to be a part of an experiment, so command
wanted me to explain the rules before we start the training.  The
experiment is this.  As they were doing the background checks on you the
investigators discovered that all of you have had some kind of sexual
relations with other males.  This platoon is to determine if gays can truly
contribute to the Marine Corps."
By this time every jaw in the room was on the floor, except the DI's that
is.
"The ancient Greeks believed that if their solders had tighter bonds they
would fight harder for each other and that is what we are testing with you.
 All of the training will be the same with one exception.  During your half
hour at night, or after lights are out, you may, if you want, form closer
relationships.  This is only when myself and my junior DI's are out of the
squad bay.  Now,..."

All hell broke loose then.  The DI's simply went ballistic.  All four of
them barking orders, none of them the same orders, and us recruits just
went every where trying to follow them.  We spent the rest of the day
getting the squad bay in shape and all of our uniforms into our foot
lockers.  The squad bay was just a large room with windows lining either
side that gave an unobstructed view in or out, there were no curtains on
them.  This meant that anyone could see in all the time.  We scrubbed every
inch of that place clean including the restroom and showers.  That first
night you could feel the level of apprehension from every one.  I don't
thing any one wanted to be the first to try any thing.  James and I talked
for a little bit sitting on his bed.  The two of us were bunk mates, I had
the top bunk and he had the bottom bunk, that way we could be close.  That
night, with the exception of quick showers, all of us seemed to stay in our
pants until lights went out and we all jumped into bed.  The ice was
running thick, it would be a miracle if it was broken.  

Revelry was at 0530 the next morning and it was unlike anything any of us
had ever experienced.  The lights came on.  One of the junior DI's was
moving up and down the bay yelling and barking orders.  He expected us to
be moving, fast.  By the time we could finish making our bunks he expected
us to be dressed.  By the time we had dressed we should have been in
formation.  Always, we should have been a step ahead of where we were. 
Marching to breakfast, we were late, double time.  Wait.  Hurry up and
wait.  Finally get in the chow hall.  Five minutes to eat, when the DI was
done we all were done.  He didn't eat so he was fast.  Rush back to the
barracks, time for PT.  That's military for physical training.  Then
classes.  Lunch.  Practice drill.  Dinner.  More training.  What a day.  I
don't think I had ever been as tiered as I was that evening.  The day was
finally over.  We were all so relieved.  

It was 2100, time to shower and relax.  I went to the shower just to find
it full of bodies so I had to wait.  As other guys started to finish and
leave Shane came in.  By the way, he had jet black hair.  We each found
shower heads spraying warm water next to each other.  The shower room was
about twelve feet square with two pillar type thing going from floor to
ceiling.  One each was four shower heads.  It was covered wall to wall and
floor to ceiling with dull gray tile.  Very drab.  

There were a few others still in there besides the two of us, but Shane
held too much of my attention for me to notice who they were then.  We stood
there talking while we soaped ourselves and scrubbed the days sweat off of
our exposed bodies.  Somebody dropped their soap and the old joke came to
everyone's minds at the same time.  This really helped to break the ice for
us as we laughed.  

Shane was having some trouble reaching his back to clean it, so I asked if
I could help.  

Looking at me with those incredible eyes he said, "If I can do you next."

"All right", I agreed picking up the soap.  Sliding my hand over his back
I could feel the tightness in his muscles from the days exertion.  Working
things into a lather I moved closer to that ass of steel.  It was tiny for
his size, but made his legs look to be a mile long.  I put the soap down
and just worked the lather.  Reaching down to his butt I cup each cheek and
squeeze ever so softly feeling their firmness.  Kneeling down I continue
down his legs massaging and feeling my way to his toes.  With soap in hand
I lift his left foot toward me and clean his entire foot.  After I finished
his other leg and foot it was his turn.

Shane takes the soap and starts with my chest working his hands over every
inch of my body.  Man, it really felt good after the days execration to
feel his strong hands all over my body.  As his hands reach for my toes he
looked up with a grin and stuck his tongue out to lap at the end of my over
filled dick.  The feeling of his fingers running through my toes was
incredible, I'd never felt any thing like that before.  

"Light's out in one minute."  We heard come from the other room.  Since we
couldn't stay back there after lights out we quickly rinsed and dried
ourselves.  Entering the squad bay we walked past bunk after bunk filled
with recruits, some with two or more engaged in every manner of
relationship building imaginable.  As we walked toward his bunk at the back
of the bay I couldn't help but feel sorry for the fire watches.  

There was two recruits who had to stand at either end of the bay and
watch.  It was short of like guard duty, except we rotated in one hour
shifts.  The one standing at the front stood just outside the DI's duty hut
and had to announce the entrance of anyone, except other recruits.  The one
standing up there tonight seemed a bit bothered with everything going on in
the bunks.  He just couldn't keep from fondling himself while he watched
out over the writhing and squirming racks of moaning flesh, otherwise known
as fucking recruits.  It seemed as though we had all gotten over our
apprehensions.  

We passed my bunk and there was James knees pulled up to his chest with a
stocky recruit pumping his manhood in and out of that gorgeous ass.  As we
pass I hear a gasping voice talking to me.  "Foun ya one for da niey?"  I
just grinned and walked on, leaving a path of dripped water all the way.

Revelry came early the next morning and found Shane and I in each others
arms.  This day was much the same as those prior to it and training went
on.  In the days and weeks to follow our platoon became a truly tight group
of future Marines.  We spent our days training and our nights sharing each
others beds.  At the outset I had decided that the hardest part of training
would be putting up with the hazing and insults from the other three
platoons in our company, but this didn't turn out to be true.  Through that
first month of training we had trained alongside these other platoons and
in many ways demonstrated a higher degree of teamwork.  

------------------------------------------------------------

Okay, hopefully your wondering where the rest is.  That is if you liked it.
Well, I've been working on this one for a while, but I'm stuck.  Please
let me know what you thought of it and if you have any suggestions I'd be
more than happy to hear them.  Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.


Boot Camp pt. 2

Revelry came early the next morning and found Shane and I in each others
arms.  This day was much the same as those prior to it and training went
on.  In the days and weeks to follow our platoon became a truly tight group
of future Marines.  We spent our days training and our nights sharing each
others beds.  At the outset I had decided that the hardest part of training
would be putting up with the hazing and insults from the other three
platoons in our company.

Along with revelry came the start of a new day.  A day filled with
different training activities and new challenges.  As usual the day starts
with the DI stomping up and down the squad bay barking out instructions in
an overly authoritative manner that for some seemed to be arousing to some,
mostly those having trouble fastening their pants.

"Lets go!  Move it slime, form it up outside!," the DI barks as we all file
out of the building.  With a "Riaght Face.  Forard.  Harch."  We're off,
going to breakfast.  Once we arrive at the chow hall we go through another
complicated set of instructions simply to get us in a line to get our
lovely trays of slop.  Many have heard about the horrible military food,
well, it's true.  Very true.  I was glad we only had a few minutes to suck
it down.  They always said, "eat it now.  taste it latter."

After breakfast we marched back to the barracks to quickly change for PT
(physical training).  A green shirt, green shorts, white socks, and running
shoes were the uniform, most of the time, for PT.  We each filled a canteen
of water to take with us, just in case, and headed out for the field.  Our
PT field ran right next to the runway of San Diego airport.  As the days
went by that turned out to be the most depressing view of all, most of us
has home sickness bad.  Ours was the first platoon to arrive at the field,
but the other three didn't take long to arrive.  We formed up for PT ending
up with a huge ocean of scantily clad recruits of ever shape, color, build,
and description.  As we began with calisthenics I looked around to servey
that wander of nature, a beautiful ocean.

"Company, AatenHu." Came the order barked from the Staff Sergeant in front
of the company.  Every time they gave an order like that it sounded like
some one had just knocked the shit out of them.  "Our first exercise will
be side straddle hopes.  Side straddle hopes is a four count exercise.  I
will count the cadence, you will count the repetitions.  Ready!  Begin.
One, two, three," The instructions went.  The sound being forced from the
collective lungs of the company was tremendous.  Our burgeoning motivation
and dedication was transformed into a thunderous clap of numbers, one, two,
three.

It must have been common knowledge that our platoon was not you normal run
of the mill group of skirt chasing pussy hungry wanabe Marines.  Those of
us who were any where close to the other platoons found this out as we
listened to the derogatory comments and insults being spewed from the small
minds of those around us.  This was only a few days into our training and
it seemed the recruits in the other platoons already decided we should be
counted as second class recruits and thus should not be there.

With our warm up calisthenics done we begin the main course of exercises.
It seemed as though we ran forever that morning.  If you've never seen a
platoon of Marines running down the road or around the field you really
should try to see it once.  To have seventy young, strong men running and
singing in perfect step is truly amazing.  As we ran the Drill Instructor
starts the cadence.

"C130 rollen down the strip"

"Recon ranger gona take a little trip"

"Mission top secret destination unkown"

"We don't know if we're ever commin home"

With every line sung by the DI the platoon repeats the same, always
starting on the left foot.  This was happening with all four of the
platoons and at time got hard to here our own DI singing.  For the most
part, however, the recruits were panting the lines out, most of us out of
breath.  This improves the longer training goes on and we get into better
shape.  The longer we run the more the platoons resemble a mob instead of a
formation.  Myself, not being an avid runner, was having a lot of
difficulty.  The team work we were developing began to show as some of us
drifted back, not being able to keep up.  The platoon can't slow down
though so we encourage each other and help each other when needed.  By the
end of this run I was being, more or less, pulled by two others.  It was
either run or be dragged, but we started together and we would finish
together.

"Platoon.  Halt."  Came the order from the DI.  We were finally standing in
front of the barracks, pt done.  "Leaft face.  When told you will fall out
and prepare for shower.  Fall out."  We only had about ten minutes to
shower seventy recruits so we had to do what was called a pt shower.  These
were not the best showers, but they cooled you down and got some of the
sweat off of us.

"Hey, James thanks for the help on that run.  I'm not quite in shape for
running."

"Not a problem.  You can pay me back tonight, or do you and Shane have a
big date?"

"Oh, ya, I think we're going to the movies tonight then out for some
dancing.  God, you make it sound like we can go someplace."

"I know it sucks that we have to stay here all the time, but at least we
can have a bit more fun than the other platoons."

"Attention on Deck."  Came the order from the fire watch.  Yeah, we even
had fire watches during the day, even if I never got to pull that duty.

We all stepped to the ends of our racks coming to attention and displaying
our best to the DI as he walked from front to back to the bay.  Some of us
really came to full attention, in all respects.  It was difficult to not to
with all the naked beauty there.  The DI went through an explanation of
what a pt shower was finishing his explanation by pointing out that there
was no time to play around.  Basically what it was is we all lined up and
walked through the water, usually cold, and didn't stop to wash.  (I hope
that made since.)

After the showers the remainder of the day was more or less dull, filled
with nothing more exciting than a lecture over Sexually Transmitted
Diseases.  Now we should all know how exciting that sort of lecture could
be.  And of course after dinner we spent some time practicing our Drill
(marching).

"Hey, James, can you believe today?  First they ran our asses off and then
expected us to stay awake through all those damb classes."

"Oh, hell, you think your day was a bitch.  At least you stayed awake.  I
fell asleep and that fucking Sgt. Fisk caught me."

"Oh shit!  What happened?  I say you being pulled out."

"Take a look."  With that James pulled his drawers down to show me that
perfect little ass I remembered from the other day.

"Fuck, no wander you stayed awake the rest of the day.  Wad he do spank
ya??"

"Man he did more than just that."

Sgt. Fisk, one of our Junior DI's, had pulled James out of the class room
where we were being lectured on some boring topic that I can't even
remember now and taken him back to the barracks.  Sgt. Fisk pushed James
into the Duty Hut while telling him how he would be sorry for falling
asleep.

The Duty Hut is a small room in the squad bay that serves as the DI's
office by day and a private sleeping room by night.  There is a bed on one
side and a desk on the other right in front of the window looking out into
the squad bay.  While James stood in the middle of the room Sgt. Fisk
walked over to draw the curtains on the window for some privacy.  Then
walking over to a wall locker he told James to strip.

James must have taken just a bit to long in doing this to draw such a
response from the Sgt.  Jumping up into James' face the Sgt. seemed to go
completely nuts.

"GET THOSE FUCKING CLOTHES OF NOW!!!!  GOD DAMB IT I GAVE YOU A DIRECT
ORDER!!!!!!!!!!"

James tried to move faster as Sgt. Fisk took hold of his blouse at about
the middle of his chest and pulled.  Tearing every button loose.  Now,
Sgt. Fisk was a big son of a bitch and it came a cross that he did not like
being associated with our platoon.  He intended to make James suffer, but
James was just hoping he survived.

The Sgt. finished ripping off James' olive green T-shirt and threw him on
the bed so he could rip his trousers off.  With James now lying there in
his natural uniform the Sgt. leaned over close to his ear.  In a husky
whisper the Sgt. told him that if he made a sound the pain would increase.
With that things started.

Now out of that wall locker came a bag of all sorts of equipment; hand
cuffs, ropes, gattor clips, clothes pins, and an assortment of other
goodies.  Taking hold of James' hand the Sgt. cuffed both of his writs to
the two head posts, clicking them to the point of almost cutting off the
blood.  ((If you don't like bondage and pain this would be a good place to
stop reading.  Some of this might be a bit over the edge, but it is just
fantasy, thankfully.))  Reaching for James' chest the Sgt. starts to pinch
and twist his nipples to full attention then comes the gattor clips, two
per nipple.  James keeping his lips pushed tightly closed to keep from
crying out, not being used to this type of punishment.

With the clothes pins, the plastic ones that have the spring that closes
the jaws, the Sgt. takes hold of his limp penis and clamps one over the
mushroom head and another one just below that.  Taking out a length of
string the Sgt. ties a loop tightly around his balls and winds the rest
around the shaft.  The extra was tied to a couple of other strings that ran
down to each of his ankles pulling his dick and ball tightly down.  To
complete the restraint there was a rope attached to each of his knees and
tied to the head board so that his knees were beside his ears and his ass
was well in the air.

Reaching into his bag of toys the Sgt. pulls out a bottle of lubrication
and a rather large butt plug, grinning the whole time.  Applying a generous
about of lube onto the plug he unsaramoniously spreads James' cheeks and
applies more lube to his entrance.  With one hand keeping his little pucker
exposed the Sgt. grips the plug with the other and begins to force it in
quickly.  With James in a mixture of pain and pleasure the Sgt. begins to
look for his belt.  He finds it in the wall locker and removes it.  The
belt is a snow white length of woven thread.  This particular one is the
same as we would soon wear with our Dress Blue uniform, the most beautiful
uniform in the world (yes, I'm a bit prejudiced).  Folding the belt in half
it begins.  Smack!!  It lands firmly across the center of those globes of
ecstasy.  Smack!! it goes again.  The Sgt.'s strong arm continues to land
swing after swing of the belt, turning the creamy white halves of James
rear to a brighter and brighter shade of red.  This went on for a while as
the Sgt. got more and more excited by administering the punishment to the
recruit.

When the Sgt. was satisfied with his work it was time to move on to the
next step.  James was getting more and more turned on as his restrained
dick strained against its bindings wanting to be turned loose.  Grabbing
hold of the plug Sgt. Fisk pulls leaving James there with his incredibly
red butt and a feeling of emptiness.  This didn't last long , however.  The
next toy to be produced was a large meddle dildo probably nine inches long
and about an inch and a half to two inches in diameter.  It looked more
like a billy club with a handle on one end and rounded knobs covering the
length.  Sgt. Fisk inserts a couple of small batteries into one end and
screws on the cap.  Gripping the rubber handle he applies some lube to the
long probe.

Placing the tip of the enormous dildo to James entrance he pushes.  James
feels the width sliding into him, each set of knobs driving him to higher
plateaus of ecstasy.  With the joy rod securely inserted the Sgt. begins to
move it in and out.  As he works this rod in and out of James ass he
reaches down for the switch which turns the vibrator on.  With the probe
being made of metal though James got a real surprise.  There was a reason
the handle was rubber.  Along with a vigorous vibration came a mild current
surging deeply through his bowels, which increased as the Sgt. turned the
speed from low to high.  After minutes of this torturous pleasure had
passed the Sgt. decided he just couldn't take any more.  Leaving this toy
in place he quickly removed his trousers, tossing them aside, to expose a
massive organ.  Although it was not as long as the probe currently
violating James insides it was larger in diameter by at least half an inch.

Applying a generous amount of lube to his private toy the Sgt. removes the
dildo and quickly positions his dick in its place.  With one powerful
thrust he seats his cock deep into James.  Leaning toward James' face
Sgt. Fisk tells him simply that he could yell if he wanted.  Up to this
point James hadn't made a sound, even though he had wanted to.  Pulling his
dick out to it's head the Sgt. began with long powerful thrusts in and out.
Taking a few seconds to settle into a rhythm.  After just a short time of
slapping his balls against James' backside the Sgt. could feel his peak
surging closer and closer.  He increases his pace pushing forward and apart
on James legs causing the bindings of his cock to tighten even more.  James
now letting out moans of both pain and pleasure.  A few more thrusts and
here it is.  The Sgt. feels it rising through his cock.  The climax he was
looking for.  Blast after blast spraying deep into James' inner sanctum.
The thick goo splattering over the walls of his deepest bowels.

The Sgt. completely spent almost falls forward pulling the bindings ever
tighter.  After a few moments he pull his softening tool from its warm
cavern.  After cleaning himself off Sgt. Fisk begins to remove the
bindings.  As James gets closer and closer to being released he tentatively
stretches to see if he could still move.  As his dick is removed from the
ropes and clothes pins it springs instantly to full stiffness.  After his
hands are uncuffed he reaches for his own dick while the Sgt. starts to get
dressed, not showing any interest in helping James to reach any climax.

Seeing James reaching for his own cock, the Sgt. tells him to go get
another uniform and warns him to not let him catch him jacking off.
Picking up his shredded uniform from the floor James leaves the Duty Hut
his dick harder than ever and himself frustrated not able to do anything
about it.

By the end of James' recounting of his story most of the other recruits in
the platoon had gathered about to listen and listen they did.  Most of them
standing around dicks in hand slowly stroking up and down either their or
the one next to them.  James was lying on his stomach so that I could
massage his bruised and sour little buns.  Next to us on the floor are a
couple that couldn't stand it any longer as they fucked with abandon in
front of every one.  Some engaged in fabulous sixty nine's.

"Lights out in five minutes." came the call from the fire watch causing the
crowd to begin to break apart.  Every one returning to their bunks for a
night of rest some alone and others pairing up.  As for me and James, we
spent the night in his rack cuddling together.

An end note about Sgt. Fisk.  In the next few weeks he found himself
administering his unique form of bending more and more often as other
recruits wanted to enjoy his punishment.  By the end of our three month
stay at boot camp he even started to join us openly at night exploring his
new found sexual joys.  I might recount some of these in latter chapters of
this story, but what about the other DI's??  We'll see.


Boot camp pt. 3
By Todd

To look back on things I really must say that one of my favorite parts of
Boot Camp had to be the time we spent in the field.  It was unbearably hot
during the day and completely freezing at night, both of which had their
benefits.  For those of you unfamiliar with what Marines do while they're
in the field I'll say quite simply, they play.  They play at being Marines.
They play at war and practice different ways to execute their art.  And
most of all they get very hot, very sweaty, and very dirty.  We did things
like crawl under barbed wire and climb over walls.  We negotiated what they
called an infiltration course.  That's were we try to make it from point A
to point B without getting killed by the make believe mines.  Mostly,
however, we humped.

"Attention on deck!"  Came the command from the fire watch at the front of
the squad bay as our Senior Drill Instructor entered.

"Fall in on the quarter deck."  The Senior D.I. said with that distinctive
authority that only he could muster.  It never failed to amaze me that we
could fit 70 men in that small space at the front of the bay.  This night
turned out to be different from all the others sense we started this
adventure.  The Senior started with a more serious and human tone than he
had ever used before.  You see, we all showed up at boot camp a month
before knowing about the beginnings of the war in Saudi.  In fact that is
why most of us signed up.  Well, tonight we were given our first bit of
news about it.  We were told that Sadam was not backing down and that the
air war had started.  This news sort of lay on our shoulders with a weight
none of us had ever felt.  Suddenly we all came face to face with the
possibility of going to war and the Senior made it perfectly clear that it
was a distinct possibility as well.  However, sticking with the quickness
of training the Senior quickly changed directions and we started to get
ready for the next day's trip to Camp Pendelton.

It was time for our second month of Boot Camp to begin.  For the next month
we were to spend half of it learning to fire the M16-A2 service rifle and
the rest of it living in the mud and sleeping in tents.  There was only a
few of us that really looked forward to this part, but we were destined to
have the time of our lives, I'm just glad none of us got arrested.

The barracks was un-naturally quiet that evening as we packed our sea-bags
for the next day's trip.  Every thing we had was to be pushed into those
olive-green bags; all our cammies, T-shirts, socks, drawers, boots, PT
gear, etc.  They ended up being quite heavy after all of that.  Slowly,
however, as the evening wore on the mood began to rise.

James, my bunkmate, and I sat there on either side of the small bottom bunk
shoving the last items into our bags just as the clock hit 2100.  This
started our personal time.  The time we had to take our showers, write
letters; take care of uniforms, or what ever.  Tonight seemed as if every
one had the same idea to get one last romp in before we leave the Recruit
Depot and the comforts of "home".

"Hey Todd, are ya nervous about going to Saudi?"  James asked with a
quivering quiet voice breaking the silence between us.

"Sure, but it will probably be over with before we get done with boot
camp."  I said as I looked into those deep beautiful eyes of his.  He
seemed to be a little more nervous about it than he should have been.
Reaching up with my right hand I slowly brought his luscious lips to mine.
A long kiss.  Pressing his soft lips to mine our tongues jousting for
position inside each other's mouths.  I felt him relax as our hot breath
mixed with the others.  "It'll be okay ya know."  I tried to reassure him
when our lips parted.

"I know.  I'm just a bit nervous, that's all."  And our lips came together
again.  James' hands came up under my T-shirt, turned light green from the
long days in the sun, rubbing and massaging my nipples to full attention.
My shirt is slowly pulled upwards till it is caught on our lips and we are
forced to separate in order to remove it.

I returned the favor by helping him out of his shirt and laying him
tenderly on the rack.  Those beautiful dark tan nipples starring up at me.
I dive onto them, sucking and nibbling them to stiffness.  Working my way
down that tight young body, a kiss here and a bite there, I find myself
running my tongue over those sweaty trousers that he wore to run in earlier
that evening.  Filling my nostrils with James' wonderful musk and trying
keep from drooling as my hands begin to undo the buttons.  Those awful
buttons, I hate 'em.  I hate 'em because it was so hard to reach the
stiffness inside that I so desperately wanted.  That cock that I had
enjoyed many times in the past month.  This evening, however, seemed to be
filled with a new urgency.  There was something different about this night.
A feeling I had never felt before.  The buttons negotiated I could now pull
the pants down to allow myself access to my prize.  James lifted his ass
from the mattress to allow me to remove the rapping.  As I did I took a
look about the bay to see a sight I couldn't believe.  The atmosphere of
the place had changed.  There was more a feeling of togetherness with every
recruit involved with others, but it wasn't the normal simple fucking.  It
was more a closeness and acceptance we were all looking for.

Returning to James my eyes fall on that marvelously engorged dick of his.
One hand goes up to grip and play with that sack of balls, filled with that
juice I wanted so badly, and the other grasps the base of that dick.
Slowly moving my hand up and down my mouth lowers to kiss the helmet
sitting on the top of it.  Sticking my tongue into the pee slit, James
jerks with pleasure at the touch.  Sliding down I swirl my tongue around
his dick as it slips further into my mouth.  Slowly up and down using as
much suction as I can.  Excitement building, increasing to unbearable
levels.  Up and down, James' breathing coming more and more in short gasps.
God, that rigid poll tastes sooo good.

His hands come down to hold my chin and pull me up to him.  Oh, I don't
want to leave that dick, but he says it's his turn.  I slip out of my
clothes and crawl into the rack.  James started at my neck, kissing and
nibbling his way down my body just as I had done to him.  His mouth
reaching my groin, he dives on my engorged dick taking it all in at once.
I jerk as his teeth scrap accidentally against my sensitive rod.  The
warmth and suction of his mouth soon make up for the momentary pain his
teeth caused.  Raising my hips up from the bed I begin to hump his face
with more abandon than before.  My hands on the back of his head feeling
the smoothness of his scalp, I really missed his beautiful red hair.  His
hand slips down between my legs to find my love hole and slowly inserts a
finger.  Sliding it in and out ever so slowly, it was driving me crazy.

"Fuck!  Man would ya just fuck me instead of playing around?  I've got TA
have ya in me now!"  I practically screamed as that finger played inside
me.

James raised his head up slightly to grin at me, still holding the tip of
my dick at his lips.  Staring me in the eye, he suddenly thrusts a second
finger in causing me to jump.  His other hand was searching around for a
bottle of lube so he could slide that throbbing muscle into me.

"I can't find the lube.  Do ya know where it is?"  He asked after a few
more moments.

"Mines packed.  What about yours?"  I ask with his fingers still up my ass
and my hips circling and thrusting about them.

"Shit, mines packed to.  What ya want to do now?"

"Oh fuck it...  Does anyone have some damn lube we can use so the bastard
can fuck me?"  I shout to the rest of the fucking and squirming recruits in
the barracks.

I don't know who it was, but someone threw a bottle to us and James quickly
got busy.  "Stand up.."  He tells me as he pulls me from the rack, "I want
to do it standing up."

I stand up place my arms on the top rack and arch my back so that my butt
is jutting out to allow him better access to it.  My legs are spread as if
I was being frisked for something.  James moves up behind me and spreads me
ass cheeks apart with one hand and rubs some lotion onto and into my ass
ring.  The tip of his dick, positioned at my opening, begins to push its
way in.  A slight ting of pain shoots through me as the tip invades my
hole.  Little by little his stiff pole slides in until I can feel those
luscious balls brush mine.  He stays for a moment while his mouth explores
my neck; licking, sucking, and nibbling at it.  I turn my head to reach his
lips with mine as he begins his strokes.  His dick pulls slowly out to the
tip; the suction feels like my whole body is being turned inside out.  Back
in, the fullness returns.  Out. In. Out. In. "Ooooh, shit aaaahhh, fuck.
That's riigghht.  Aaaah Fuuuck me.  Fuck me!"  I hear myself moaning as
that massive pole plunges in and out of me.  My ass is on fire as his
gyrations increase is speed and power.  My whole body shakes with every
thrust inward.  The bed bouncing back and forth, slowly sliding across the
hard floor.  A hand comes over one of my nipples, twisting a pinching at it
while another hand finds its way to my overly hard pole to stroke it
fiercely up and down matching the speed of the one in my ass.

Opening my eyes I see four recruits on the next set of beds performing a
very fascinating balancing act.  Two are standing on the top bunk.  The one
in front being fucked and held in place by the other who has one arm around
him and the other is holding onto the ceiling.  The one being fucked is
holding the hands of a third one whose legs are on the bed, but his ass is
draped as far as possible over the edge.  The fourth is helping to hold him
in place while shoving his dick in and out of that dangling butt.  I watch
in amazement and wait to see which one falls first.

James' rod is still pumping away driving me crazy and ever closer to
explosion.  I feel his cock start to throb, getting larger and larger as
his release comes closer and closer.  His breath coming short and quick,
panting in my ear, he's getting close.  The rack's still shaking with his
every thrust forward.  Here he is.  With last powerful thrusts his breath
catches.  His arms clutched around me as his cock blows shot after shot of
scolding hot cum shoots far into my bowels.  I stoke my own meat as fast as
I can.  Excitement building to critical levels, I'm close too.  A few more
explosions from his dick.  A few more stokes of my own.  "Oooh, Shiiiit!
IIII"mmm Aaaaahhh!"  I explode with a tremendous force.  Sperm flying
across the narrow rack to hit the floor on the other side.  His legs going
limp James grabs me tighter to keep from falling as I grab the bed even
more to prevent the same thing.  We stand there hanging from the bed till
our orgasms subside and we recover from the intensity of the sex.  Once we
regain our composure we both decide on a shower and then bed.

Revelry comes at the same time as normal the next morning complete with the
D. I. yelling orders to us and at us even though we are all still very worn
out from our previous nights activities.  One thing that was different
though was that the Platoon Guide did not sleep in his rack, but instead he
had spent the night in the duty hut with Sgt. Fisk.  I guess that would
explain why the Sgt. had a bit of a smile even as he yelled.

We arrived at Edson Range on Camp Pendelton latter that morning.  We
occupied our time till lunch by stowing our gear in the new barracks and
cleaning our rifles.  The next two weeks were fairly quiet and
non-stressful.  They wanted us to do as good as we could at qualifying with
the rifles that the D.I.'s didn't want us all stressed out.  The only
incident of interest that happened was just before we went to the live fire
range on the second week.  A recruit from another platoon tried to threaten
me by saying he was going to shoot me because he didn't believe "fags"
belonged in the Marines Corps.  Well, the only thing I could say to that
was to point out that we would all have live rounds.  I guess he got my
point since I'm here to tell the story.

My platoon wound up having the most recruits to qualify expert, which is
the highest you can qual.  I even qualed as an expert myself.  I was and
still am very proud of that.

Well, qualification was on a Friday and we left for the flied the following
Monday.  Now here I should point out that when I said we mostly "humped" ,
what that means is we loaded up our pack and started marching.  So, on
Monday we did just that.  We put our packs on and went for a twelve-mile
walk.  No, it wasn't as leisurely as that sounds, it was really a pain in
the ass or you could say in the feet really.  For the next two weeks we
would hump from camp to camp mostly to learn about the different weapons
and to negotiate different obstacle type courses.

My favorite of all activities we did was an infiltration course that was
basically a long shallow pit that had barbed wire strung all across it.
What we had to do was crawl from one end to the other, on our backs,
without getting all cut up.  We arrived there one afternoon dressed in full
cammies, flack jacked, helmet, and the rest of our combat gear including
our rifles.  When we got there the pit was nothing but dirt, so we all
thought it would be a piece of cake.  What we didn't know was that there
were three water trucks on the way to flood the entire pit.  After they
flooded it and we crawled through it there was not a single spot of our
bodies that was not covered with mud, both outside our uniforms and inside.
Even our pockets were filled with mud.  It was great.  After we all
successfully completed the course we formed up and marched back to camp.
It was dinner time when we got there so Sgt. Fisk passed out our MRE's, for
those who don't know those are Meals Ready to Eat, and no they are not that
great.  In fact once you eat them it takes days for them to get out of you
system and when they do watch out.

Well, that night while the rest of the Company was cleaning their rifles,
it seemed like we spent most of our time cleaning our rifles, Sgt. Fisk
formed us up and marched us away from camp.  To the surprise of us all we
found ourselves back at the same infiltration course we had just left a
short time earlier.  This time, however, we were the only people there.
The Sgt. formed us into columns of two and had us face inward so that we
were facing who ever was beside us.  I wound up facing recruit Robinson, I
didn't know his first name at the time, a "dark green Marine", as we called
African-Americans then.  He was about 6' 3" tall with really handsome face
and slender build.  I was very pleased because I had been watching him for
some time, but we seemed to always be involved with different clicks.  The
next command really took all of us by surprise.  The Sgt.'s order was
simply to "Suck 'em since you got'em".

Looking at Robinson I said; "Do we got'em or do ya want some one else
besides me?"  I never heard an answer, since he just grabbed be and we were
on the ground back in the mud.  About a foot over my head was the first
strand of barbed wire and we were wallowing in the mud together.  His lips
were full and luscious to kiss.  Our tongues played with one another for a
few moments as we struggled to remove our uniforms.

Robinson had tiny curls of dark hair covering a small patch between his
nipples and a full bush of dark course hair blanketing his groin.  His dick
was a fabulous nine inches long and very slender.  His ass was perfect, two
gorgeous half globes and very firm.  A stomach you could use to literally
was clothes on and a nice strong chest.

The Sgt. teamed up with Shane for the evening, but before he started any
thing he passed out some toys for us.  Sgt. Fisk had truly come prepared.
He walked down the line handing out inflatable didoes of every description
among other things.  Along with what the Sgt. passed out we all had our
bottles of lube, that we always cared, and our complete combat gear: ammo
belt, canteens, E-tools (small collapsible mettle shovels), and of course
our rifles.

I quickly found out that Robinson was into some things that I had never
tried before, but had always wanted to.  He asked me to stand up on my
knees over him and piss on him.  I asked him to say that again just to make
sure, and he did.  So I did what he wanted and spent the rest of the night
doing whatever he told me to.

As I kneeled over him holding my flaccid dick in my hand trying to force
some piss out for him.  Robinson lay there in the mud slowly stroking his
dick with one hand and pinching his nipples with the other.  After a lot of
trying I finally was able to force a good strong jet of urine out.  Just as
I did he started to piss on himself while stroking his dick. God, it was
such a turn on to see.  After he finished pissing on himself though a thick
stream of cum came shooting out as a loud moan escaped his lips.  I thought
things were ended there, until he recovered and threw me in the mud.  As he
jumped on top of me, pinning my legs over my head I knew I was in for the
roughest sex of my life.

"Just lay there ya little shit.  You're my fuck toy for tonight and you
better believe I'm going to FUCK! ya hard."  He said with an evil grin I
still remember and wish I could see again.  Lying there on my back he took
our cartridge belts and used them to lock my feet behind my head and then
used my other belt to tie my arms to my sides.  I was completely in his
control and his mercy.  He grabbed one of the bottles of lube and while
spreading my opening with his fingers forced the top of the bottle in me.
He must have put half the bottle inside my ass as I shivered from the
coolness of the liquid.  Two of his fingers came plunging inside with a
force I was not used to.  I tried to jump, but couldn't.  I tried to yell
in pain, but he just gagged me with his piss-covered underwear.  I was
absolutely powerless to do any thing.  His fingers plunged in and out for a
few times before he removed them and left me with emptiness I didn't like.
My dick was beginning to stiffen when I felt something I had never felt.
He took one of the canteens and inserted my dick into it, all the way to
the base.  Shit, the pressure from the hard plastic clamping down around my
cock was too painful, and it kept growing trying to fill the whole bottle.
He picked up a small butt plug from the mud and slipped it easily into me,
and then left.  Left me there squirming and writhing in pain/pleasure while
he went down and joined a couple of others for a while.

Just as I got used to my dick being inside that canteen, which was still
filled with water, Robinson came back.  He removed the plug and spread some
lotion on his fingers again.  Moving his hand to my hole he shoved two
fingers in and finger fucked me for a while.  Working his way up to three
fingers then four.  Slowly stretching me.  God it was great.  I was about
to find out just what I was made of this night and just what could be put
up my ass.  As I adjusted to his fingers, all four of them, he removed them
and reached for his rifle.  After going thought the motions of clearing the
rifle he rubbed the barrel with the hand that had been inside me.  Placing
the Flash Suppressor to my opening he pushed.  The first few inches slipped
in easily yet slightly painfully until I hit the handgrips.  This took some
time to get passed.  He had to slide a couple of fingers along the barrel
and pull me open enough for it to fit, but it did, about another three
inches.  Oh shit, I was almost ready to pass out from all this when the
barrel started to slide in and out.  Faster and faster the barrel went.  I
couldn't stand it much longer.  In and Out it went as the canteen sloshed
and pulled on my dick.  "Aaah, Shiiit Iiii'm.  Fuck!  I'm cumming."  I
tried to scream in ecstasy, but the piss soaked underwear prevented a
sound.

After a while he removed the rifle only to replace it with his fingers
again.  All four at once occupied my butt again.  He spun them and poked
them.  Spread his fingers wider and wider and me with them until he could
get a finger from the other hand in with them.  Five fingers now, all
dancing a teasing my prostrate and driving me wild.  In and out. Circling
about and causing sensation I'd never felt before.  He added some more lube
and then another finger.  Still stretching me.  I was so full it was
fabulous.  The fingers started to gyrate again, faster and faster.  The
canteen still bouncing and clamping my cock.  "Oh, shiiit.  Here I go
again.  Shiit, aaaah, fuuuuuck!"  I explode for a second time into that
canteen of water.

With that one a fist went fiercely into me.  Punching my insides over and
over again.  Twisting and turning punch after punch.  My dick never went
limp the stimulation is to intense.  More and more of his arm kept slipping
in me too.  Before I knew he was in to his elbow, still spinning and
sliding in and out.  I must have cum at least three or four more time
before he was done with me.  After he was able to get his arm in me up to
the elbow he pulled out.  Leaning up to me he placed his dick in my ass.  I
couldn't even feel that, but he just wanted to take another piss and that's
what he did.  Following his hot piss he emptied a full canteen in me as
well.  I just couldn't believe that my ass could take this.  We must have
been there in the mud for about three hours or more before he finally got
done with me.

Once he was about done torturing my poor ass he took one of the canteens
and slid it into my ass like a butt plug and removed my piss stained gag so
that he could fuck my mouth.  His long dick tasted great after having that
cotton in my mouth for so long.  His massive dick fucked in and out of my
hot lips.  I sucked on it as hard as I could.  Still having orgasm after
orgasm in that bottle with my ass spread as far open as possible.  It
seemed to take him forever to cum this time.

The Sgt. was finally my savior when he called for us to form it up so we
could head back to camp.  Robinson reluctantly untied me and after a few
minutes the canteen slid off my dick.  His last act of domination was to
have me drink the canteen, which I did.  The cum came out in wet globs, but
it was the best drink I ever had.