My stories are loosely based on my personal experiences in a kinder, gentler
world.  Only a fool would have unprotected sex today.

PFC KENNY
BY JIMBO

     No one seemed to know much about him.  He always introduced himself as
"PFC Kenny" but no one seemed to know for sure whether the "Kenny" was a first
or last name.  He was not in Headquarters Company, but reported to Post
Headquarters every day from the Motor Pool Company.  He looked about sixteen
years of age, but he was actually twenty-eight and had been in the army ten
years. Why was he only a PFC?
     Kenny was always in a good mood and smiling ear to ear showing the most
perfect white teeth that the professor had ever seen.  His jeep always looked
as if it had just come off the production line and Kenny's perfectly starched
and pressed fatigue uniform always looked as if no one had worn it before.  He
was not a big man...about five feet, seven inches and 170 pounds...but there
wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfectly proportioned body although no one ever
seemed to have seen him working out.
     Several drivers and several vehicles were assigned to post headquarters,
but our professor always rode with Kenny when he was sent on errands for the
general.  This shy almost frail white boy from the rural midwest was
absolutely fascinated by Kenny, a black man from inner city New York.  Kenny
talked a blue streak as they drove around the post, but never spoke about
himself.  He insisted on saluting everyone including the professor who was
only a corporal and not in a position to command respect.
     Studying military law, the professor had found a loophole by which he
could cut his military service short if he were accepted into a graduate
program which started before his normal discharge date.  It took some
manipulation, but the professor pulled it off and this would be his last week
in the army.  The general had the habit of throwing an end-of-summer party of
some sort for the enlisted men on his staff at the end of summer each year,
and this year it was timed to coincide with the professor's last weekend.  
     The general had rented a rustic cabin not far from the base and had it
well-stocked with food and booze.  There was a swimming pool and tennis courts
and lots of wooded area for hiking and exploring.  The professor would rather
have spent the last weekend with his friend Victor, but there was no saying
"no" to the general and all of the enlisted staff (including the motor pool
guys) went off to the cabin for the weekend.
     Most of them hit the drinks as soon as they arrived; there's nothing like
free booze to stimulate thirst.  They also stripped down to shorts or even
swam in the pool bare-assed.  The professor had never really started drinking
and enjoyed watching the foolish antics of those who did.  The food was all
sandwich and  salad stuff so no formal meals were served.  Sleeping would be
in one large dormitory style room upstairs.
     Soon the professor found himself sitting in the shade of a tree trying to
hide his own erection at the sight of swinging dicks flopping loose on bare-
assed swimmers and bouncing out enticingly from the boxer shorts of others.
Fat, old Master Sergeants "played" as childishly as eighteen-year-old clerks.
     When the sun began to set, they moved indoors and built a fire in the
fireplace, but no one put any clothes back on.  The nudity eliminated rank and
symbolized freedom...at least for the weekend.  The drinking continued on into
the evening, and the professor was persuaded to have "a few" also.  By ten
o'clock the unaccustomed alchohol was making him drowsy and he put his head
back and dozed off.  He wasn't drunk, just sleepy.
     As if in a dream, he heard one of the sergeants say, "Hey, Kenny, you
better take your professor friend upstairs and put him to bed.  He can't
handle his booze."
He felt strong arms lift him up and he was soon floating through the large
room.  He really wasn't asleep and could have stopped this in a moment, but he
loved the feel of Kenny's strong, black arms supporting him and he laid his
head up against Kenny's perfectly formed chest.
     Soon he was laying on an upstairs bunk and felt Kenny turn away.  He put
his hand out and touched Kenny's thigh and said,"Stay...please."
     Kenny turned back and hesitated.  He wasn't naive.  He could spot this
kid's type anywhere.  He had sold his body to this type many times when he was
a kid in New York.  He was horny and there were no women here.   Who gives a
shit who's sucking your dick as long as it gets sucked.  It was worth seeing
what this kid would do.
     The professor opened his eyes fully and looked at the sheer beauty of
Kenny's perfectly formed body standing there in the moonlight in a pair of
white briefs.  He moved his hand on the thigh and sat up on the edge of the
bunk as he ran his hands all over Kenny's body.  Kenny stood very still and
did nothing.  The professor got more courageous and reached around to grab
Kenny's tight buns in his eager hands.  
     He slowly pulled the briefs down and brought his lips to the swollen
dickhead at the end of the hard shaft.  Kenny's body was amazing.  His pecs
and abs were perfectly developed.  His reddish brown body gleamed in the
moonlight.  There was no hair except the nubby hair on his head and a small
circle of nubby pubic hair around the base of the shaft.  The penis looked as
if an artist had sculpted it: It was about six inches long and about the same
size in circumference.  It had been beautifully circumcized and stood erect in
a most soldierly fashion.  The professor ran his hands over the tight balls
and marveled at their velvety texture.  He fondled the shaft and found it the
nicest he had ever seen.  He brought his lips to the piss slit and licked it
eagerly.  Then he ran his tongue over the pulsing head flickering around and
teasing it.  He ran his tongue under the rim and then licked the length of the
shaft as he ran his hands over those parts of the strong body he could reach. 
     Kenny allowed this pleasuring as long as he could take it.  Then he
grabbed the boy's curly locks and pulled his head down forcing the length of
his shaft down the boy's throat. He was hot!  He had had no relief for over a
month.  Fully aroused he grabbed the boy's head and fucked his face for all he
was worth. 
     The boy was no virgin.  He wanted this man's prick and balls in his mouth
and
gave it his best work as he held tightly on to the thrusting buns and fondled
the powerful thighs.  Soon Kenny was spilling load after load of marvelous
white cum down the boy's eager throat.
     When he was finished, he hastily pulled up his briefs and ran down the
stairs, somehow afraid that he would be punished for what he had done to a
white boy.  The professor fell back to his pillow exhausted and was soon
asleep having marvelous dreams.
     Much later, the boy awakened again.  A full moon was shining in through a
skylight, the only window in the dorm.  He was surrounded by the sounds of
snoring drunks.  He eased himself from his bunk and began to wander among the
bunks.  He felt himself becomming fully aroused by the sight of naked men on
bunks all around him.  A few even had erections.  He slipped from bed to bed
devouring each penis with his eyes and fascinated by the variety of sizes and
shapes.  Then in a far corner he saw Kenny who slept royal style on his back.
     The professor stood over Kenny's bunk and studied his body.  No statue
could ever have been more perfectly proportioned.  He looked as if he had been
carved from mahogany.  In sleep, his face almost looked childlike.  The
professor dared to run his hands over the warm smooth skin of the beautiful
chest, over each roll in the six-pack abs, and finally to the perfectly formed
penis which looked hard even when soft.  But as he touched the penis, it began
to grow.  Then he felt Kenny's powerful hand on his wrist as Kenny got up and
dragged the professor down to the couch in front of the fireplace.
     When they got there, Kenny said, "Okay, white boy.  You asked for it; you
got it.  Eat me, baby.  I want you to eat me all over.  I want to feel that
tongue of yours on ever part of my body and up my ass.  Understand?  I don't
want you to miss an inch.  Now start lickin and I'll tell you when you can
suck."
     The professor began to eat this glorious body.  He needed no urging to
stimulate every inch with fingers and tongue and lips.  He lifted the pwerful
legs high and licked the velvet balls and then went right around to the
thrusting ass and put in his tongue, then his fingers, then his tongue again.
Kenny was moaning with pleasure and his whole body began to pump in the age-
old sexual rhythm.  Then Kenny jumped to his feet, pushed the boy to his
knees, and grabbed his head to treat himself to the second face fuck of the
evening.  When he had shot his wad, he smiled to see that the white boy had
also shot all over the rug on the floor.  He turned and went back to bed.
     The next day the professor followed Kenny everywhere.  He imagined
sucking him in the woods, in the pool, on the tennis court, in the kitchen,
anywhere.  But Kenny acted as if he didn't know who the boy was.  Everyone
else was so far into the weekend drunk that they didn't notice.  There were
lots of swinging dicks there that weekend that probably would have welcomed
the professor's ministrations, but he had eyes only for Kenny.
      Nothing happened until after everyone was once again passed out on their
beds.  The professor once more slipped from his bunk and made his way to
Kenny. Kenny was awake and the minute the professor touched him he grabbed his
arm and dragged him down to the latrine where he turned on the showers in the
gang shower.
     "Damn you, kid.  You never get enough.  Well, tonight you gonna get
enough to take you back to civilian life tomorrow with memories of Kenny to
last a lifetime. Now you get some soap and you wash my body...all of it...and
put plenty of lather on my meat."
     The professor washed both of their bodies, but he really relished rubbing
the soap all over Kenny's body.  When they were both  pretty fully aroused,
Kenny bent the professor over and said," Spread them cheeks, boy.  Now you
gonna find out what it's like to have a man in you."
     Kenny fucked the boy's asshole until it bled and then fucked him again.
Tears poured down the boy's cheeks, but he clinched his teeth and refused to
acknowlege the pain.  He even found that he was enjoying the second fuck when
Kenny reached around and jacked him off as he was fucking him.
     Kenny left the professor on the shower floor bleeding and sore and
wondering what his rear end would look like to the proctologist who examined
him in his exit physical the next day.  But it was an experience he would
never forget and was a fitting end to a military career that probably
shouldn't have happened anyway.