Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2007 09:25:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi Darling <sweetwendi61704@yahoo.com>
Subject: Servicing The Servicemen - Part 2 - The Squadron Princess

'Servicing The Servicemen - Part 2 - The Squadron Princess' {Wendi} ( real MM M^M M-solo MF anal bd reluc con pett interr ) [2!2]

     I was allowed four days of travel time to get to my permanent base,
which was in the northern tier of the lower 48 continental states, and was
given 10 or 12 cents a mile travel pay (I can't remember which it was).  I,
also, elected to take a 10-day 'delay en route,' which was a short
furlough, during which time, I visited my folks and friends.  The ten days
came out of my yearly 30-day leave time.

     A good part of my time, at home, was spent getting my cock and balls
fondled by my best friend, Bobby, and jacking and sucking him off.  My dear
friend, Gerald, and I, also, sucked each other off.  The time went by,
altogether, too quickly and, all-to-soon, it was time for me to leave my
two teenage 'civilian' friends and lovers.

     It would have only taken twenty-four hours of train and bus travel to
get to my new base, from Mississippi, had I gone there, directly, so I
don't know why the Air Force paid me for three extra days.  That was fine
with me, though, for that gave me some extra money.

     I was assigned, as a radio/radar technician, to a Fighter Interceptor
Squadron on an ADC (Air Defense Command) Base.  The general restructuring
and of the Air Force, in 1993, completely, eliminated this Command, as well
as SAC (Strategic Air Command).  The base was way out in the 'boonies,' and
if it wasn't for this little (and I mean 'little') crossroads general store
and gas station, a couple of miles outside the base perimeter, all of us
that were stationed there would have qualified for 'Isolation Pay.'

     I was assigned to a two-man room with another A2c, who had arrived at
the base, a few months earlier.  His name was Jacob 'Jake' Hollis.  He was
a Fire Control Specialist and he worked on the 20mm Gatling Guns and
controls that were the planes' primary attack weapons.  He was a couple of
months older than I was, but looked a lot older than my skinny 14-year-old
physique.  He had a lot more muscles than I had, but was, definitely, not
'muscle-bound.'  He was an amiable and handsome devil, and I drooled, just,
looking at him.  I wondered how he felt about queers, like me, and if we'd
get to be 'close' friends.  I was, soon, to find out.

     I didn't have a car (or even a driver's license, for that matter), but
Jake did.  One day, about a week after rooming with him, he asked me if I
wanted to go into town with him.  I didn't quibble with that.

     After the evening meal at the Chow Hall, we rushed back to the
barracks to 'hit the showers.'  The showers were in the latrine (bathroom)
and could easily handle six naked GI's.  In any event, that's how many
shower heads that there were.  There were three other guys, just, finishing
up with their showers, and in a matter of minutes, Jake and I were all to
ourselves.  This was the first time that I had seen Jake, totally naked.
He was, absolutely, gorgeous!  I had to keep turned away from him, so that
he wouldn't see my growing hardon.

     I had to see, just, how 'amiable' and amenable he was, so I,
accidentally on purpose, bumped into his perfect ass with my bony buns.

     "Hey, Darling," said Jake, as he, playfully, snapped my skinny ass
with his facecloth, "not enough room for ya?"

     "Oh, excuse me, all to hell," I said, sarcastically playful, noting
that he hadn't recoiled at my 'ass bump.'

     "This might have definite possibilities," I thought to myself.

     In any event, Jake and I got into his souped-up old Chevy and we tore
off the base and roared into town.

     "Where are we going?" I asked.

     "Down over to Tony's Pizza," he said.  "There's a couple of girls that
I know, who hang out there.  I want you to meet them.  You'll like 'em.
They really like to make out."

     "Oh, great," I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could.

     I hadn't been with a girl in ages.  I spent the better part of the
previous year sucking and fucking other guys in Basic Training and Tech
School, and the prior two years, doing most of the fireman at the local
firehouse, back home.

     That's not to say I never fucked any girls.  I'd fucked my kid sister
and two of my cousins, and some other sluts in elementary school, but I had
no dates with girls in high school.

     Girls were okay but my sexual interests lay elsewhere.  I figured that
I had better humor my roommate, however.

     Jake parked the car and we went into Tony's.  We walked over to where
two girls were sitting and slid into the booth, next to them.

     "Hi," said Jake to the girls.  "I want you to meet my roommate, Eddie
Darling.  Eddie, I want you to meet Judy and Trudy."

     "Oh, brother," I thought to myself, "their fucking names even rhyme."

     "Hi," chimed both of them, in unison.

     "Hi," I replied.

     "Your last name is Darling?" said Trudy, the more forward of the two
girls.  "That is so funny," she continued.  "You're a darling of a Darling,
aren't you?"

     "Yeah, I guess," I said, turning red.

     I had been teased about my name, like forever, by both boys and girls,
and was most embarrassed by the girls' taunts.  Except for my sister and
two of my female cousins, I had, always been ill at ease around girls.
This was caused, no doubt, by my penchant for the same sex.

     Jake slid in, next to Trudy, a cute, pert green-eyed brunette with
short hair.  I could see that he had the hots for her.  I slid in, next to
Judy, a knockout gorgeous blue-eyed honey with long blond hair.  I wondered
if she was a natural; I couldn't see any dark roots, but she had black
eyebrows.

     Jake and I ordered a couple of cups of coffee for us and refills of
the Cokes that the girls were drinking.

     We chitchatted and flirted with one another for quite a while.  I
would have much rather been flirting with Jake, instead of with Judy, but
'What the hell!'

     "Hey," said Jake, "let's go for a ride and drag Main Street, for a
while.  Then, we can go park.  I got something in the car that will get us
'in the mood.'"

     "Make out?" I thought.  "With a girl?  Shit, I ain't EVER done THAT!
I don't even know where to begin."

     Anyway, we piled into the car, Trudy, in the front seat with Jake, and
Judy, in the back seat with me.  Judy was all over me in an instant... like
flies on shit!  What was I supposed to do?  I needn't have worried.

     She took over.  Her arms went around me and kissed the hell out of me,
forcing her tongue as far as it would go, into my mouth.  I never had
another girl kiss me, like that, except for, maybe, my sister, Carrie and
my cousin, Julie, and, of course, my boyfriends, Raymie, Billy and Bobby.
I, soon, got into the swing of things.

     Jake buzzed up and down Main for a while, with Trudy, just about in
his lap, while Judy and I made out in the back seat.  Shortly, he drove out
into the 'boonies,' so we could park.

     "I can see that you, guys, don't need anything to loosen YOU up," said
Jake, looking back at the two 'wrestlers' in the back seat of his car.  "I
got some good stuff for us in the trunk, anyway."

     He got out of the car, went back to the trunk, and returned with a
couple of blankets, a couple of 6-packs of bottled orange pop and a small
brown paper bag.  From out of the bag, he produced a pint of Everclear
190-Proof 95% Pure Grain Alcohol.

     "This'll keep us all nice and warm and lubed," he said.  "We're gonna
have one hell of a party."

     It WAS autumn, and without the car's engine running and the heater on,
it cooled off, rather quickly, in this northern clime.  I didn't know about
the Everclear, though.  I wasn't much of a drinker, and had, mainly,
consumed only beer and an occasional ginger ale highball or a gin and
Squirt.  I was, once, laid low, however, by some Coke that was, liberally,
laced with some Lemon & Hart 150-Proof Rum, and I wasn't sure if I could
handle the 190-Proof stuff.

     We put the blankets over our laps and Jake passed out the pop.  This
was in the days, prior to 'twist-off' caps, so he, also, passed around a
bottle opener, which was known as a 'church key,' for some reason or other.

     "Drink some of the pop, and, then, pour in a little Everclear," Jake
instructed, as he passed the pint around.  "Don't put in too much, until
you get the taste of it, and don't shake it too hard when you mix it."

     We did as we were told.  That small amount of the alcohol, which was
equal to about three shots of 60-Proof booze, burned, like hell, on the way
down to the old stomach.

     After a few swigs, I, finally, got used to it, and it warmed me down
to my toes.  After a few more swigs and after finishing off the first
12-ounce bottle of alcohol-laced pop, I was ready for, just about,
anything, or so I thought.

     "This is some great shit, Jake," I said, with the girls, also, giving
their mutual approval.  "It sure hits the spot!"

     "I knew you'd like it," said Jake.  "Now, let's drink up, cuddle up,
and MAKE OUT!"

     Obviously, Jake had imbibed in this 'libation,' before, and,
apparently, so did both of or dates.

     I fixed Judy and myself another round, only, stronger, this time.  In
no time at all, we were under the blanket, and I had her sweater pushed up
and her bra undone, and was feeling up her ample tits.  Was I turning
'straight,' or was it, just, the effects of the unfamiliar hooch.

     Quicker than you could say 'Jack Robinson,' Judy had my fly
fully-unzipped and had her hand, inside, feeling my flaccid cock, through
my underwear.  I guessed that she had some experience and expertise in this
area because, in a flash, her rather adept fingers had worked their way
inside the fly of my shorts and were, now, playing with the head of my
dick.  She was a fast worker.  She undid my pants and slid them and my
shorts down over my hips.  My groin was, now, fully exposed, under the
blanket.

     I had no idea what Jake and Trudy were up to, in the front seat.  I
couldn't see either of their heads, but the entire car was rocking, madly.

     Judy, meanwhile, continued to stroke my penis and the little thing
came to life.

     This came as a total surprise to me!  For the previous several years,
the only girl, who could make me hard, was my sister, Carrie.

     Judy, now, had her head under the blanket, in close proximity to my
exposed and throbbing cock.  She kissed its head and drew it into her
mouth.  She started sucking it like a pro.  I knew, since I had been
sucking cocks for years.  Instead of getting harder, my poor prick went
soft in her mouth.  I had no control over it.  It was either the effects of
the alcohol or the fact that this was a girl sucking my prick and not
another guy.  I suspect that it was the latter, because I had been
fantasizing that it was Jake, who was doing me.

     "What's the matter?" said Judy, throwing the blanket aside.  "Haven't
you ever had a blowjob, before?  Maybe, you, just, don't like girls."

     "Is that what it is, DARLING?" she asked, sarcastically.

     I stuttered and stammered.  I didn't know what to say.  Both Jake and
Trudy had heard Judy's comments.  Their heads pooped up over the back of
the front seat.

     "Sure, he likes girls, don't you?" said Jake, coming to my defense.
"It's because of the Everclear.  He, just, had too much.  Ain't it,
Darling?"

     "Yeah," I said, lying through my teeth, and knowing that I wished that
it were Jake sucking my cock.  "I can't take hard liquor.  It makes me go
soft.  I'm sorry."

     That seemed to suffice for the girls, but I knew that Jake thought,
otherwise, after my subtle ass-bump, earlier, in the shower.

     After the four of us straightened out our clothing, we dropped the
girls off at their respective houses and headed back to the base.  It was
about a twenty-minute ride, and, during it, Jake and I got something
straight, between us.

     "I, just, knew you were queer," Jake said to me, with a smile on his
handsome face.  "C'mon; slide on over here, next to me."

     I was, still, quite drunk and I slid over, next to him.  He put his
right arm around my shoulders, while he drove with his left.  I pressed up
against him as hard as I could.  I, slowly, wriggled my left arm around his
waist and put my right hand between his legs and squeezed.

     "Aaaaah," said Jake.  "That's the way, Darling.  I knew you were a
homo, all along.  You reek of it.  You're so girlie."

     Damn!  I didn't know that I was THAT obvious!  I guess that I was,
though.

     My cock sprang to life, again, and ached to get out of its confinement
and to have another guy hold and stroke it.  As tipsy as I was, it wasn't
the booze that made me impotent, at all.  It was the fact that Judy was 'a
girl!'

     I continued to massage Jake's rigid cock through his trousers.

     When we approached the base's Main Gate and guard shack, Jake said,
"You better get over on your side of the car.  We don't want the A. P. to
make any kind of an issue of our closeness."

     I slid over and, practically, hugged the passenger-side door, so as
not to arouse any suspicions with the 'gendarme.'  He saw the base sticker
on the car's windshield and waved us through without even checking our IDs.

     I needn't have worried, as the main entrance road was not all that
well lighted, once past the Guard Shack.

     I scootched over next to Jake, again, for the mile and a half ride
left, to the barracks.

     Jake dropped me off right in front and he went to park the car.  He
had to park in the second-to-the-last row of the lot, since the closer rows
were filled with the vehicles of earlier returnees and of those who stayed
on the base.

     I was waiting for Jake and clad, only, in my civilian brief
undershorts, when he got back to the room.

     I hated those fucking white GI-issue boxer shorts.  They were, always,
bunching up and trying to turn sideways and getting stuck in the crack of
my ass.  Not that it was all bad, but I'd rather have something else stuck
up there, and, not only in the crack!

     Jake looked a little startled when he saw me posed, seductively, on my
bunk, in near-nakedness.  He sat, down, on his bunk and motioned for me to
come over to him.

     I, practically, flew across the room, anticipating the long-awaited
sexual encounter with my roomie.

     "Sit down, here, next to me," he said.  "I need to tell you what's
what."

     I did as I was told, being the obedient sex-slave that I, always, was,
and was, always, to be, to any of my innumerable boyfriends.

     "First of all," Jake said, "I'm not homo sexual.  I just like to play
with other guys' cocks and jack them off and have them play with my cock
and jack me off.  I don't suck cocks and I don't like guys sucking me off,
and I don't EVER fuck any guy's ass.  Since, I don't have sex with other
guys, I'm not a queer.  And I don't kiss other guys, either."

     Gee, he didn't consider playing with somebody else's cock or jacking
it off, sex.  I, always, thought that it was!  It wasn't until years later
that I found out that it WASN'T sex.  Neither was giving someone a blowjob.
Then President Clinton said so, about his Oval Office 'encounters' with
Monica Lewinsky {Lewinski?).

     "That's okay with me, Jake," I said, "although, I was kinda hoping for
a serious sexual relationship."

     "Maybe, I can do a little something for you, my darling, Darling," he
said.  "I've gotten to know a few of the right people, right here, in the
squadron.  I know you'd like them, A LOT!!"

     "Oh, would you, Jake," I gushed.  "I'd love you to pieces for it!"

     "Let's not get all mushy about it, sweetie," he replied, in jest.

     Oh, joy, oh, joy, oh, joy!  I was to 'sample' the real Air Force in
the same manner that I 'sampled' it in Basic Training and Tech School.  It
was the same, EVERYWHERE!

     To show my undying gratitude, I undressed Jake, right down to his dog
tags.  Then, I slipped out of my shorts and eased my roomie back onto his
pillow and laid my naked body, down, next to his, while we fondled each
other's genitals.

     I sat up and turned toward him.  With one hand, I reached over and
grabbed his lovely cock and started playing with it and rubbing it.  With
the other, I started, very sensuously, to rub his tummy.  He moaned his
approval and his cock got as hard as an iron rod.  I continued to squeeze
and massage his nuts and rub his belly and jack his dick.

     His magnificent 'scepter' responded to the multiple manipulation of
his 'family jewels' by growing ever larger, and his two red 'rubies' got as
hard as rocks, as they generated a load of cum.  His hips and pelvis moved
with the 'music' that I was 'composing' and he started bucking up and down
in sync with the tempo.  He, finally, stiffened, and his purple-headed cock
spewed forth with a veritable mug's worth of hot love juice.  It shot all
over him, his bunk, the floor AND me!

     "Jesus Christ, that was good!" gasped Jake.  "You ARE good!  Where did
you ever learn all that?"

     "I'll never tell, sweetie pie," I said.

     I lay back down, next to him, and rubbed the cum that was on his
stomach, into his belly hairs, while, all the while, watching his prick
shrink down to a mere shadow of its fully aroused state.

     Once recovered, Jake performed, practically, the same identical
'ritual' on my groin area.  He didn't have the expertise that I possessed,
but, then, who did?  He did do quite a good job on me, however, and my much
smaller cock and balls erupted with a force and volume that were equal to
his performance.  I was, quite, content to be his 'no sex girlfriend.'

     My new 'no sex' boyfriend was amazed as I gathered all of the cum
that, literally, covered both of our bodies, with my fingers, and, then,
brought then up to my mouth and licked and sucked them clean.  He was
further amazed to see me suck the cum out of his blankets, and, then, get
down on my knees and elbows and lick it all up from the floor.

     "You sure are a neat freak!" he said, laughing like a hyena.

     "Better to clean it up, now, than to wait until it gets dry and
crusty," I replied.

     Since it was, now, past 0130, and there was no one about, we wrapped
towels around our waists, slipped into our shower clogs, grabbed our soaps
and washcloths, and, quietly, went down the hall to the latrine to shave
and shower.  That way, we wouldn't have to perform those ablutions before
going off to breakfast and work in the morning.  We had the latrine all to
ourselves, and after shaving, we stepped into the shower stall.

     We turned two adjacent showerheads on, full force, and luxuriated in
the steamy streams.  We soaped each other, down, and, thoroughly washed,
getting any remaining cum out of our hairs.  This, naturally, brought us
each another erection, and we were 'obliged' to jack each other off, again,
while standing in the shower.  After assuring that any remaining and
condemning vestiges of our cum were washed, entirely, down the drain, we
dried each other off and returned to our room and hit our respective sacks.

     Several days later, Jake took me to the Orderly Room to Sergeant Po's
office.  Master Sergeant Henry Po was the First Sergeant of our squadron.
I met him, before, when I, first, arrived at the base, but had nothing,
personally, to do with him, since.  He was a stocky well-built jovial man
of Korean descent, who sported a darling, meticulously maintained
pencil-thin mustache.  He looked to be in his early thirties.

     He had what he called an 'open door' policy, so the door to his office
was almost always open.

     He was sitting at his desk with a stack of papers in front of him.
Jake walked in and I followed him.

     "Sgt. Po?" said Jake, as we entered the room.

     "Well, well," said Sgt. Po, smiling, broadly, "it's Airman Hollis and
Airman Darling, I do believe.  What can I do for you?"

     "Well, Sarge," said Jake, "I think that Darling, here, might good as
one of your 'special cases.'  I brought him, here, to set up a 'try-out'
appointment."

     "Go out and get me a cup of coffee, Burke," Sgt. Po said to the Airman
Third Class, who, also, had a desk in the office.  "Close the door on your
way out and take your time getting back."

     Airman Burke went off on his errand and left Hollis and me, alone,
with Sgt. Po.

     "What can you do?" Po asked me.

     "Excuse me, Sarge?" I queried, not knowing, quite, how to answer.

     "I, already, know that you must be homosexual for Hollis to bring you
in to try out as one of my 'special cases," said Po.  "What I want to know
is what kind of queer sex are you willing to do?"

     "Oh, I'll do anything, Sarge," I replied.  I'll do anything, at all!"

     "Will you blow me?" he asked.

     "Oh, yes," I said, breathlessly.

     "Right here and now?"

     I, nervously, looked toward the door.

     "If you're worried about Burke, don't.  He knows not to come back in
until I send for him.  He's one of my 'special cases,' too."

     "I that case," I told the 'First Shirt,' "I'll be more than happy to."

     "Excellent, Darling," he said.  "Come on over here.  Hollis, you can
sit over there and watch."

     I went behind Sgt. Po's desk and he, already, had his cock out and was
stroking it!  It was, almost totally, erect, and was a good 61/2 or 7
inches.  It was a rather nice cock, by all standards: not too thick and not
too thin.

     He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs, apart.

     "On your knees, son, and show me what you can do," said my newest
sexual mentor.

     Dutifully, I did as I was instructed.  Sgt. Po released his dick and
it stood straight up and out, at 'attention.'  I grabbed it, near the base,
with my right hand, and with my left, I reached into his pants and pulled
out his balls and fondled them.

     "Ah, you've got the right technique, so far, my boy," he said.  "Just
keep it up."

     I did just that!  I jacked and 'massaged' him for a few minutes, and,
then, bent down and kissed the swollen head of his dick.  He jerked and
moaned, slightly, as my ready lips touched his penis and my tongue tickled
his piss hole.  I, slowly and gently, slid my lips over that throbbing knob
and engulfed it and savored it in my mouth.

     I followed this by taking in more and more of his tool until it
touched the back of my throat and his pubic hairs tickled my nose.  While I
was bobbing up and down on him, I caught sight of Jake, sitting in a nearby
chair and beating his meat like there was no tomorrow.

     I kept going up and down on 'Po's poker,' sucking and licking, wildly.
Po responded by jabbing his 'wand' harder and harder into my craw.  He,
finally, grabbed me by the hair of my head, forced his 'weapon' down my
throat and poured a 'ton o' cum' down my esophagus.

     With my usual expertise, I didn't waste a drop, and swallowed every
tasty bit.  I, then, sucked any remaining cum out of his dick, and licked
it clean.  I did, however, cum in my pants.

     "You'll do!" gasped Sgt. Po.  "You'll do, nicely, indeed!  I'll be in
touch, Airman.  You can be assured of that.  Airman Burke will inform you
of the time and place of your 'appointments.'"

     Jake had shot his wad into his hand and squeezed out whatever was left
in his piss hole.  He walked over to me, with his limp dick, still, hanging
out of his fatigues and put his hand to my mouth.  I, greedily, lapped up
his cum, licked his palm clean, and, then, licked my lips while savoring
every morsel.

     "Now, that's a ver nice touch," said Sgt. Po, to me, while he shoved
his cock back into his Class A's and zipped up his fly.  "You can't be the
squadron 'queen.'  That title belongs to me, but you'll be the 'princess'
in no time.  You're dismissed, now, Darling.  You, too, Hollis"

     As Jake and I left the office, there was Airman Burke, waiting with a
steaming cup of black coffee for Sgt. Po.

     "Set up some 'appointments' for Darling," I heard Po say to Burke.

     Although, initially assigned to work the 1st (Day) Shift (0730 to
1630), Sgt. Po had me transferred to the 2nd (Swing) Shift (1600 to 2400) -
'working girls' hours.'  I was told this was to facilitate my so-called
appointments.

     The squadron operated 24/7 and I was given Saturdays and Sundays off.
I was told, though, to be 'on call' for any and all eventualities.

     For the first week after meeting with Sgt. Po, I didn't have any
'clients," as Sarge called them.  Some of the times that both Jake and I
had off, together, were spent with us feeling each other up and jacking
each other off.  Except when we had our weekends free, this time was,
usually, between 0030 and 0230, because Jake worked days.

     I found out that I didn't have to, even, report to the shop when (an)
appointment(s) was / were scheduled.  Sometimes, I didn't report, for days
at a time.  Most were in my room, but I made 'house calls,' too.  I was a
regular male call girl.

     I performed my usual repertoire of 'tricks' on my tricks.  I gave
handjobs and blowjobs, got my ass fucked, had my mouth and ass pissed in,
took on two or more men at a time, received piss and cum showers (now,
known as 'Golden Showers' and 'Bukkake Parties'), and was subjected to
rounds of humiliation and sadism.

     Nothing was too vile or repulsive for me to do, except 'scat.'  I
couldn't stomach excrement.  Practically no one would give me any 'relief,'
as it were.  Everyone was 'straight!'  HAH!!!  I found out that Sgt. Po was
collecting money for my services, but I received none of it.  My reward was
Po's clerk, Burke.  He was a real pretty blond boy of 18, and could never
wait to suck my cock or for me to fuck him between his rosy asscheeks.

     One night, after Sgt. Po finished fucking my ass, he said, "I'm happy
to see that you don't mind having sex with me."

     "Why should I mind?" I asked.

     "Well, I'm of Oriental descent," he said.  "And most Caucasians, like
you, don't like to have sex with those of another race, especially, men of
another race."

     "I don't mind doing Asian cocks," I said, "but I won't do black ones.
No Negro or South Pacific Islanders.  And no Australian aborigines,
either."

     "What?' he exclaimed.  "A homo whore like you is prejudiced?  That
won't do!"

     "It'll have to, Sarge," I replied.

     "Well, we'll just have to see if we can change your mind about that,
won't we, now, Darling?"

     "I don't think so," I answered.

     I found out what Sgt. Po meant by that on the following Saturday
night.  Jake had gone to town on a date with Trudy, so I had the room all
to myself.  I was lying on my bunk, naked, as usual, and waiting for any
unscheduled 'walk-ins.'

     All of a sudden, the door burst open and in came Sgt. Po, along with
two big black aircraft mechanics from Day Shift.

     "We thought that we'd pay you a surprise visit and see if you've had a
change of heart," said Po.

     "Well' I haven't," I said.  "The black guys in high school used to
tease me and push me around and call me 'girlie' and 'bitch,' and I don't
want to have anything to do with them... EVER!"

     "Now, that's just too bad, Darling," continued Po, "but you are a
girlie and you're, now, MY bitch, and I'm giving you a direct order to take
care of Sgt. Jones and Sgt. Harper."

     "I'm sorry, Sgt. Po," I said, "but I can't and I won't."

     "I'm sorry, too, boy," said Po, getting frustrated and angry with me.
"You don't have any choice in the matter.  The good sergeants have,
cordially, volunteered to help me to 'persuade' you to change your mind,
and I see that you're all ready for us.  Grab 'im, boys!"

     While Sgt. Po blocked the door so that I couldn't escape, the two
black sergeants chased me around the room until they caught me.  They were
both pretty burly, and, soon, they overpowered me.  That wasn't too hard,
since each outweighed me by a good forty to fifty pounds.  I was pretty
skinny (125#) for a young man of my height - five-nine.  I was almost
rejected for enlistment because of my weight, or, rather, the lack of it.

     They came prepared with several five or six-foot lengths of
clothesline.  Sergeants Jones and Harper each held me by one of my arms and
forced me backward onto my bunk.  With Sgt. Po, now, pinning back my arms,
the two black mechanics doubled me in two, at the waist, forced my legs up
behind my neck, as if in some sort of lewd and obscene yoga position, and
tied them, there, with a length of the clothesline.  My bony body, easily,
conformed to being bent in half, that way.  I was quite a bit more limber,
back then, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on me.  They, then, propped me
up in order for me to see them.

     All three of my captors began undressing.  I, already, knew, exactly,
what the First Sergeant looked like, having 'serviced' him numerous times.
I was, totally, amazed at Jones and Harper, though.  (I had seen, only, one
uncut cock, before, in my life, on one of the fireman at the neighborhood
firehouse in my hometown, and I'd, never, seen a black one, not even in the
shower after gym class in high school.  I, always, managed to not take one
rather than be in a position like the one that I was in, now.)  But, here I
was, staring at two monstrous black AND uncut cocks.  They were bigger,
soft, than most cocks were, hard!

     They weren't soft, much longer.  Sgt. Po saw to that.  While they
stood before me, in the nude, St. Po jacked one in each hand until both
black dicks were stiff and straight and ready for action.  They were, now,
IMMENSE!  At least, nine inches long and a good inch-and-a-half thick!!
The sight of their 'monster members' got me all hot and bothered, and my
limp little dick swelled to its full measly five-and-a-quarter inches.

     "Look at the bitch's little prick!" laughed Sgt. Jones.  "It's about
the same size as a large clitoris."

     "Must be he's ready for us," mused Sgt. Harper.

     "No. I'm not!" I shot back.  "Untie me and let me go or I'll report
you."

     "To who?" said Sgt. Po.  "I'm the First Sergeant and approve or reject
and, then, sign the reports.  Go to it, my lovelies!"

     Jones and Harper turned me sideways on my bunk and pushed me on my
back.  I couldn't do a damned thing.  I was trussed up, like a pig waiting
to be skewered.  I felt the relative coolness of the room air on my fully
exposed and waiting asshole.

     Sgt. Po handed Jones a big jar of Vaseline, which he took out of the
AWOL (gym) bag that he brought with him.  I saw Jones greasing up his cock
and, then, he took two fingers-full and, liberally, slathered it, in and
around my quivering 'rosebud.'

     Sgt. Jones mounted me and I felt his cock at the entrance to my
'girliehood.'  I tried closing my sphincter and rectal muscles as tight as
I, possibly, could, so as to prevent his insistent penetration, but it was
to no avail.  He was too big and too strong and he forced himself into me.
There was no shortstopping!  He went in all the way to the hilt!

     I screamed!

     "My, God, no!  Stop!!" I shrieked.  "I beg of you!  You're killing me!
You're busting me open!!!"

     "Hey, he's praying to you!'" roared Harper to Jones.  "He wants to pay
homage to your 'idol!'"

     "He prays too loud, Harp," said Jones, as he 'explored' my innards.
"Why don't you put something in his mouth?"

     "I got, just, the thing for him, Jonesy," replied Harper.

     Sgt. Harper walked over to side of the bunk, where my head lay, and
said, "Open up, honey.  You're about to get a REAL treat!"

     I kept my jaws and teeth clenched and my lips and mouth, tightly
closed.  I had no intention of sucking on his 'black beauty.'  It didn't
help.  Sgt. Po came over and held my nose with one hand until I couldn't
breathe, while he jacked, himself, off with his right hand.  When I gasped
for air and opened my mouth, Harper jammed that ramrod of his into my
mouth.  For someone who refused to service black men, I was, now, taking it
in both ends, form the two biggest cocks that I had ever seen, black OR
white.

     Jones fucked my ass while Harper fucked my face.  Sgt. Po knelt over
and next to me, on my bunk, and stroked his yellow-brown cock, while he,
intently, watched the two black NCO's fuck the hell out of me.  As usual,
when I got fucked in my rectum, the initial searing pain morphed into the
most warm and pleasurable ecstasy.  I entered into that sublime realm of
pure primal lust.

     I felt my body responding to the sexual stimulation.  Trussed up, as I
was, my pelvis, still, started its involuntary gyrations and my hips and
'pussy-hole' tried to move up to meet every one of Jones' inward thrusts.
My butt muscles squeezed and massaged his pool cue every time it jammed up
into my colon.  Meanwhile, Harper continued to give my face a good fucking.
He held my ears and rammed it into my mouth and down my throat.

     From my helpless position, all I could see was the underside of his
cock and his brutish black balls, which slapped against my nose and eyes,
every his prick 'tickled my tonsils.'  I gagged, just about every time, but
I didn't retch, even once.

     I felt both of their cocks flaring out and growing even larger, inside
me.  I knew that it was, 'just about THAT time!'  The two sergeants' bodies
stiffened, and their big cocks, simultaneously and repeatedly, furiously
shoved into me.  Their balls unloaded all their sperm - Jones', up my ass,
and Harper's, down my throat.  I, eventually, gulped down every bit of
Harper's spunk.  In an involuntary response, I convulsed and shot my wad up
and all over, and Sgt. Po shot his copious amount all over my chest,
abdomen, and groin.

     Just about that time, the door opened and four more blacks entered my
room.  I had never met any of them, before, but, subsequently, learned that
they were, also, part of my squadron.

     "You're just in time for the party," said Sgt. Po.  "Airman Darling,
over here, says that he's all warmed up and rarin' to go for you.  Aren't
you, sweetheart?"

     I couldn't say a word.  My mouth was, still, full of cum, and I was,
still, swallowing.

     "Darling is a real darlin', boys," laughed Jonesy.  "He's all yours."

     They stripped down to nothing, in no time.  None of their penises were
circumcised, either, and they were all, just as large as Jones' and
Harper's.  They jacked each other's cocks to life and the first one to get
hard, approached my rear end with his pecker in his hand.

     "She all looks wet and slick enough," he mused.  "No need to lube 'er
up, anymore."

     Another black straddled my chest and 'offered' his 'endowment' to my
lips.  I didn't want them bruised any more than they, already, were, so I
willingly and obediently obliged, opened my mouth.

     "Lookee here," he said.  "The bitch can't wait to chow down!  I want
to watch her face when I fuck it."

     I accepted the overly large organ into my mouth and felt that of my
other new lover searching for my love hole.  One of the two remaining men
had a novel idea.

     "Let's all do the slut, at the same time," he said.  She got a couple
of extra holes.  Let's make her snort some cum.  Then, we can all switch
around."

     "That's cool, man," said the other.

     So, with Po, Jones, and Harper having sex or whatever with one other,
while watching me get double-fucked, again, the last two bucks knelt on
either side of my head, and began to beat their respective meat.

     There we were.  I was getting butt-fucked and face-fucked for the
second time, that night and with two other studs kneeling on either side of
my head, preparing to do who knows what, to me.

     Still hog-tied, I was, again, being raped in my pussy-ass and my
pussy-mouth.  Those black guys sure had some stamina.  They fucked me like
wild stallions fucking their mare.  They, certainly, had cocks as big as
stallions did, or so I thought, at the time.

     I was getting fucked like the world's lowest whore, and I was loving
it, as usual.  I would have been moaning in sheer blissful ecstasy, had I
not had my mouth full of big black cock.  I don't have to tell you that my
body was up to its normal involuntary tricks: writhing and wriggling its
hips and pelvis and squeezing the cock in its ass.  That's to say nothing
of the perpetual state of hardness in which its dick was.

     Meanwhile, numbers three and four, who were, still, kneeling on either
side of my head, had jacked themselves into simultaneous ejaculations.
When they, just, started to shoot, they centered the piss holes of their
pricks in my nostrils, and let go.  My nasal cavities filled up with their
hot spurting cum and it leaked down my throat.  I couldn't breathe with
that other cock filling my mouth.  I had no choice but to snort their slime
up my nose and down my throat.  I couldn't count how many times I had to
snort.  I had never been subjected to anything like that, before.  I,
certainly, now, understood what they meant by making me 'snort some cum!'
This sort of sordid rape went on, all night.  I have, subsequently, snorted
cum many more times during my homo whore career, although, I don't really
like to do it.  While I was busy with the snorting, I felt more hot cum
being pumped up my ass and down my throat.  Snorting cum up one's nose and
swallowing it, while swallowing the cum being ejected by the cock in one's
mouth is something one has to experience, to know what it's, really, like.
My little dickie did its usual thing.  It shot out whatever my small nuts
held.  My cum shot up and over my groin and belly, again, and over the one
guy's belly and the other one's back and butt.

     Po, Jones, Harper, and their four buddies rotated positions and took
their turns with me until midnight or so.  They were, much to my relief,
finally, finished with my total indoctrination into homosexual interracial
sex.  Po untied me.  I could hardly unwind my body, from being tied in that
doubled-over position, for so long a time.  When I was, finally, able to
sit up, all the cum that was 'stored' in my colon flowed out of my ass and
onto my bunk.

     "Better turn in your blankets at linen exchange on Monday morning,"
laughed Sgt. Po.

     They weren't through with me, yet, and all seven of them were sitting
around, still, naked.

     "Go out and get two mop buckets filled with nice warm water," said Po.

     I wrapped one of my towels around me and did as I was told.  I could
feel the juices leaking out of my rectum and down my legs.  When I came
back, like the whore that I'd become, I was ordered to suck out any
remaining cum out each one of their cock's pisshole.  Then, I had to use my
personal soap and washcloth and wash all the cum off their genitals and
bodies, wipe them off and, finally, pat and dab them dry with my personal
towels.

     "I hope that you've learned your lesson, Darling," said Sgt. Po.

     "Oh, I have; I have!" I told him.

     "You're not going to refuse to have sex with blacks, anymore, or
anyone else that I set up for you, are you?  You know we can, easily, do
this over and over, again, until you're 'converted.'"

     "No, I won't, Sarge; er... yes, I will," I stammered.  "I mean I'll do
blacks and anybody.  You've all taught me not to discriminate against any
race."

     "Looks like our little whore, Darling, has learned her lesson,"
smirked Jonesy.  "I hope you'll be more receptive to us, the next time we
pay you a visit."

     "I will, Sgt. Jones.  You don't have to worry about that."

     They were, now, all dressed and ready to leave.

     "I, still, have to think of an appropriate punishment for you for
refusing that direct order," said Po.  "What would you prefer, an Article
XV or something more creative, tailored just for you?"

     "ANYTHING but an Article XV, Sarge," I begged.  "Please!"

     "Whatever you say, Airman," he replied.  "We'll do it, next Saturday
at, say, 1930."

     I, now, had a week to wonder, worry, and keep the appointments for
which Sgt. Po had, already, had me scheduled.

     The week went by, all too fast, and, soon, it was 1930 on the
following Saturday.  Jake didn't have a date with Trudy, so he was in the
room with me.  We were, both, laying on our respective bunks, in our
T-shirts and fatigue pants, listening to one of the local radio stations,
when there was a knock on the door.

     "C'mon in," said Jake.

     In walked Sgts. Po, Jones, and Harper, all dressed in civies.  Sgt. Po
had his AWOL bag with him.

     "Are you ready for your punishment, Airman?" Sgt. Po asked me.

     "As ready as I'll ever be, Sarge," I replied.

     "Good, good.  Now, strip naked," he said.

     Jake, just, sat on his bunk and didn't say a word.  He knew that the
First Sergeant was pimping me out and I told him about my ordeal on last
Saturday and about my impending punishment scheduled for that night.

     "We're going to go down to the far latrine, this time, Darling," said
Po.  "You can come along, too, Hollis," he said to Jake.  "You'll see what
happens to someone who disobeys one of my 'special' direct orders."

     With Sgt. Po, in the lead, and Jake following, close behind, Jones and
Harper held me, one under each arm, and escorted me, totally unclad, down
to the latrine at the far end of the hall.  Since almost all of the rooms
at the far end of the barracks were unoccupied, that latrine wasn't used
very much.

     Before we got there, Sgt. Po reached into a mop closet, took out a
couple of 'CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE' signs and hung them on each of the
doors.  After we entered, Sgt. Po told Jake to lock both of the doors.

     Jones and Harper marched me into the shower room and had me stand with
my back to the far wall.  Po reached down into his AWOL bag and pulled out
two five or six-foot lengths of clothesline.  He tossed one to Jones and
one to Harper.  They coiled one length around each of my wrists and tied
them.

     "I have a special little 'toy' for you, son," said Sgt. Po, as he,
once again, dipped into his 'goody bag.'

     He pulled out a rubber item that was shaped like half of a 2-inch
diameter ball on one end and tapered down to about a quarter-inch on the
other end.  It was about three, maybe four, inches long.  It had about a
12-inch cord coming out of the center of the ball end.  I found out, later,
that it was called a 'butt plug.'  He handed the weird-looking thing to
Jones.  He pulled out the jar of Vaseline, unscrewed the top, and handed it
to Harper.

     "Bend over, honey," he said to me.  Grab your ankles and smile,
pretty, for the good sergeants."

     I bent over as far as I could.  Sgt. Jones spread my cheeks as far as
they would stretch, and Sgt. Harper greased up my asscrack and asshole with
the Vaseline.  Jones, then, applied a liberal coat of the lubricant to the
plug that he was holding.

     "Well, get it on up in there, Jonesy," said Po.

     With that, Sgt. Jones eased the tapered end of the toy past my
sphincter muscle and attempted to insert the ball end.  It wouldn't go in
and I grimaced and groaned.

     "Push out, Darling," said Po, "like you're gonna take a shit.  You
should be pretty well all stretched out from all the cocks you've had in
the past week."

     I pushed and the plug slid past my sphincter and up into my shit
chute.  They had me stand up and the attached cord dangled out of my ass
and trailed, like a tail, down between my legs.  They, then, had me extend
my arms over my head and tossed the clotheslines, which were tied to my
wrists, up over the water pipes.  They hoisted me until, only, the balls of
my feet and my toes touched the shower floor.

     I knew that there had to be more and I was right!  Good ol' Sgt. Po,
now, brought out a medicine bottle containing a clear liquid.  He unscrewed
the cap and put the bottled to my lips.

     "Drink up, my darling little Darling," he said.

     It felt oily on my lips and I didn't like its smell, so I wouldn't
open my mouth.

     "Somebody hold his nose so he can't breathe and opens up," directed
Po.

     My dear roommate popped right up and pinched my nostrils, together.
Traitor!

     After about a minute, I gasped for air and Sgt. Po poured the whole
bottle down my throat.  It WAS oily and the taste wasn't that good, but it
wasn't bad enough to make me gag or retch, either.

     I found out, later, that I was forced to drink something called Croton
Oil, and that it was a drastic purgative, a lot more drastic than ten times
the amount of Castor Oil.

     "It won't be long, now," said Po.  "No one can last more than ten or
fifteen minutes.  At least, I've never seen anyone last longer than that."

     I was hung, like a side of beef and wondering what was to transpire.
I found out, post-haste.  In a short time, my stomach started rumbling.
Then, my intestines started to churn.  My lower bowel tract was in complete
turmoil.  I had to take bad shits, before, especially, when I was filled
with come, but it appeared that this was going to be THE SHIT OF ALL SHITS!
But I couldn't let it out!  The plug was stuck up my ass, and being that I
was strung up, I couldn't spread my legs, in order to shit it out.

     "Give him a good tummy massage," said Po.  "Really work his belly
over."

     Jones and Harper were more than happy to oblige.  They pushed in and
kneaded my gut until I cried for mercy.  It was rumbling so much, that it
was unbelievable.  And my belly was starting to distend.

     "PLEASE, let me go and take a shit," I cried.  "PLEASE!  I'm gonna
burst."

     "You won't burst, Darling," replied Po.  "I'll let you suffer a while
longer, and, then, shame you a bit.  Maybe, now, you'll think twice before
you refuse to take an order from me.  You're also going to have to
apologize to me and to Sgt. Jones and Sgt. Harper."

     "I'll never disobey you, again, Sgt. Po," I said.  I apologize for
refusing your order and I apologize to Sgt. Jones and Sgt. Harper.  I'll
never refuse to have sex with then or with any other black man, ever again.
I promise.  I'll be your bitch, slut, whore... whatever you want; only,
PLEASE, LET ME SHIT!!!"

     "Apologies accepted, sweetheart," said Po.  "Now, yank the plug out of
him, Jones, but stand back!"

     Sgt. Jones grabbed the very end of the cord that was attached to the
plug that was thoroughly seated up my bottom.  He pulled, once, and then,
twice, and as they say, "All shit broke loose."  My bowels broke loose with
a roar.  A stream of shit shot out of me, along with a long deafening fart.
I had been humiliated, before, but never quite that badly.  I was hung up
by my wrists and was shitting all over the shower floor and myself, while
my First Sergeant, the two black sergeants and my roommate watched.  The
stench was, almost, unbearable.

     "Better turn on all the shower heads and hose him and the shower,
down, before you cut him down," said Sgt. Po after I was through defecating
all over me and the shower room.  "You wouldn't want to step in anything."

     The showerheads had been positioned to train their streams on me,
beforehand.  The full force of the hot water was very therapeutic after my
total purge and humiliation.  It washed all the grossness down the drain.
The water was turned off and I was cut down and released.

     "For the last part of your punishment," said Sgt. Po, "you're to
remain, here, in the latrine, and scrub and disinfect the entire shower
room.  Then, scrub and disinfect all the urinals and commodes and scrub the
floors.  You're not to leave until you're finished.  Airman Hollis will
inspect it for me when you've finished.  Is that clear?"

     All four of them left, and I went to mop closet for the buckets, mops,
rags, Windex, Spic 'N' Span, Lysol and PineSol.  I worked at it for a good
two or three hours.  It was as clean as a whistle when I finished.  I
unlocked the latrine doors, removed the signs, and put everything away in
the mop room.

     I had to walk the length of the hallway, back to my room, alone and in
the nude, since I had no towel or clothing with me.  I received a few
catcalls and whistles on my way, down, but I was used to that.  They all
knew me for what I was.  I didn't mind a bit.  Hollis went to inspect my
work and said that he never saw the latrine look so good.

     Over the next 21/2 years, until my 'honorable' discharge from active
duty, my situation with Sgt. Po and the rest of the squadron remained,
quite, the same.  I, still, jacked off Hollis and he jacked me off and he'd
always watch me eat/drink his and my cum.  I never, ever, again, refused to
jack, suck or fuck black cocks, and Sergeants Jones and Harper, as well, as
the other four men (whose names I've, since, forgotten) were some of my
best clients until they were transferred to other bases.  There was an
unending stream of horny GI's that were ready to replace them, however.
Even Jake Hollis was transferred for his last year.  I, then, had a room,
all to myself.

     I, normally, would have been transferred, also, but Sgt. Po fixed it
for me to stay on as his personal bitch and whore.  Sometimes, I had so
many appointments, that I didn't venture out to the shop for days or even
weeks at a time.

     Sarge even had my AFSC (Air Force Specialty Code) changed to Senior
Clerk or something like that.  I became his personal clerk and lackey, in
addition to being his subservient sex slave.

     I worked for him in his office, just as Airman Burke had done,
previously, except I did a little more than, just, bring him his coffee.  I
sucked his cock anytime either of us got the whim, and he fucked me, at my
desk, almost, every day.  He even waived Time in Grade for me and got me
promoted to Airman First Class (now, called Sergeant) in under three years.

     I serviced Black, Hispanic, White, and Asian cocks, cut and uncut.  I
did Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu and Shinto cocks.  Race and
religion AND nationality made, absolutely, no difference to me, anymore.
Cum was cum!  I became an equal opportunity cocksucker and whore.

     There were very few, if any, female enlisted personnel on the base at
that time and none in the squadron, so there was always some guy looking
for sex.  The townie girls, like Trudy and Judy, would never even go out
with a black man, much less have sex with one.  The same was true for the
Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.  I had more clients of those races and
nationalities than I could handle.

     It was interesting to note, though, that none of them considered
themselves to be homosexuals.  I was one because I sucked their cocks and
they fucked my ass, but they weren't, even though their cocks were the ones
that I was sucking and having shoved up my butt.  They were just MACHO.
HAH!  'Macho Man,' just like the song of the same name by the Village
People!

     I, once, let it slip that my femme name was Wendi.  After that, I was
no longer Airman Edwin Darling.  I was 'Wendi' Darling... 'Squadron
Princess Wendi.'

     Well, so much for my career in the United States Air Force.  I didn't
get to utilize my electronic training, very much, but I did get a lot of
OJT (On the Job Training) in other areas.

Please, feel free to e-mail me with your comments: Wendi at
sweetwendi61704@yahoo.com.