Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2015 02:44:09 +0000
From: Jon <joxn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Squadron Action

Squadron Action

I guess I can tell this now that it's been a bunch of years since it
happened. I'd be surprised if any of the guys are still around and reading
stuff like this.  Anyway, it all happened about 14 years ago when I was in
the Army at Fort Ord in California which has since been closed. The post
may be gone but the memories are still very much alive.

I had just been transferred to one of the maintenance squadrons. I had
worked really hard and gotten my promotion to E-6, staff sergeant. I was
ready to assume new responsibilities and enjoy the beauty of California
though I found that Ft. Ord wasn't exactly what one would call a "garden
spot." Still, we all learn that it's the people and good working
relationships that make a place memorable. This - and more - put the Big O
at the top of the list.

We were at maximum strength of 16 authorized and assigned in our
squad. Surprisingly, 12 of us stayed in the barracks along with our NCOIC
(non-commissioned officer in charge). The other four were married and lived
either on post or nearby. At my level, I was assigned to a two-man room
(rooms today aren't like the old open-bay barracks of years gone by...thank
goodness!). Charlie had been in the room for about eight months.  I
replaced his former roommate who had decided not to "re-up" and had been
discharged a few weeks before.  Maybe it's the flexibility of being young,
but Charlie and I hit it off right away when he walked in as I was
unpacking and said, "Hi, I'm Charlie.  Are you horny?" and then burst out
laughing. I joined in the laugh and we became friends.

Since we stuck pretty much to the post during the week because of the work
and often spent the weekends at the NCO club drinking beer, shooting pool
and watching the sports games, the hormones hit pretty regularly. I always
found a toilet stall to beat my meat or a quiet time in the room for a
quick wank.

After a couple of weeks, I was pretty familiar with all the guys and there
seemed to be only one asshole that most everyone just ignored. Even though
I got along well with everyone, I sensed that there was an inner-clique
that had something else going.

Charlie and I and several of the other guys got to know each other pretty
well, talking like young studs about work, sex and sports....not
necessarily in that order. One evening while we were in our room screwing
around with a computer game, Charlie said he felt I was ready to learn the
"squad secrets" as he put it. So I turned off the game and grabbed a diet
coke.

"OK, shoot. Fill me in on all this subtle mystery I've been sensing," I
said.

"Before I tell you anything, there are a few rules that you've got to swear
to follow.  Otherwise, it will be hell for you and some others," he
said. "There is no requirement that you participate but you must keep the
secret at all costs. If you do decide to participate, then there are other
requirements you have to keep."  I agreed and took a swig of my diet coke.
"We've got a great cocksucker in the squadron," Charlie said as he watched
my reaction.

"What?" I said, nearly choking on my drink. "A cocksucker in our squad?
Isn't that dangerous? Who is it?"

Charlie just smiled. "That's one of the other requirements: we keep him
very well protected and in turn, get some of the best blow jobs ever
experienced."

"You mean you've gotten a blow job from this guy?" I asked wide-eyed.

"Yep.  I'm one of the regulars who use him along with many of the others
who you will eventually learn about," he laughed. "Now, before I go on, you
have to tell me if you'd like to get blown. Not a problem if you don't but
you must remember your pledge earlier."

It's amazing how quickly your mind can run between memories and
extrapolations of what could be. My cock automatically started to harden as
I recalled some damn good blow jobs I've had and how damn hot it would be
to have a cocksucker available. "Yeah, I think I could handle that just
fine," I said as I adjusted my hard cock in my pants. "And the secret is
safe with me."

Charlie went on to explain how this had been going on for almost a year. He
explained how a guy wanting a BJ would tap on a certain door, be admitted -
or not - and get sucked off. It was a good way for sexual relief but that
those who knew about it were sworn to secrecy. Everyone was very discrete
and careful.

"OK.  That's enough for tonight.  I want you to think about what I've told
you and think about how you will react.  Remember, you don't have to get
involved but you do have to keep the secret."

With that, Charlie crawled in his bed, said good night and turned out his
light.

Part II

I lay awake thinking about having a hot blow job anytime I wanted it. The
more I thought about it the hornier I got. As Charlie's breathing was
steady in deep sleep, I grabbed my cock and within a couple of strokes
fired a load that took two Kleenex's to wipe up. I then drifted off to
sleep but woke up several times with a pulsating hard-on.  That helped me
make my decision!

The next day at work, I kept looking at those working with me but received
no indication that anything was out of the ordinary.  Not all of the guys
worked in my area, however. Finally, work was over and we headed across
post to the barracks. Charlie came in and we headed over to the mess hall.

"I've thought about what you said and will be glad to comply with the
rules," I said.

"OK," he said. "The only other thing is that those of us participating chip
in $5 a month to cover an occasional beer bust." With that, he reviewed the
rules he had mentioned the other evening emphasizing the need for
discretion and the consequences that can come if the secret is ever made
public. He said he would inform the others who, interestingly, had already
approved me pending my acceptance of the rules. Tomorrow night I would be
eligible!

The next day didn't pass as fast as I wanted it to and yet suddenly it was
quitting time. At supper, Charlie said he was going to be at the library
downloading some music for a couple of hours and that if I was ready, he
would tell the cocksucker to come to my room this first time.  He explained
that was the first time rule which allowed the cocksucker to leave quickly
if things didn't seem to go well.

"Who is it?" I asked when we got back to the room. "I don't want to get the
wrong guy."

Charlie laughed. "You won't get the wrong guy.  And he won't get the wrong
guy.  Just open the door when he knocks and he'll come in.  Just don't be
nervous. Things will go from there."

Charlie was off to the library and I was showered and in my skivvies,
laying on my bed trying to watch our portable TV. The thought had actually
run through my mind that what if the cocksucker was Charlie, but I think he
would have indicated something earlier. I waited...nervously!

About 7:15 there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath and said,
"Come in."

In walked the exchange student assigned to the squadron who we all called
Mo. I had noticed him but not paid much attention to him. He always was
quiet and attentive about what was going on, listening to instructions and
asking questions about maintenance procedures. He also was about my size
but more muscular and damn good looking with dark hair and features.

"Hi," he said as he stood there in his tee shirt, gym shorts and
flipflops. "I understand you're the newest player. You understand the
rules, right?" he said in very good but slightly accented English.

"Yeah, Mo.  I understand. You don't have to worry about me," I said
somewhat hoarsely.

"Good.  Then just lay back and let me get to work," he smiled.

With that, Mo walked over, pulled my tee shirt off and slid my skivvies
down, allowing a rock-hard cock to bounce right up.

"Damn.  That looks pretty good!" he said as he pushed me back on my bed and
knelt between my spread legs.  He began to run his fingers up and down my
throbbing cock, letting the foreskin slide back and forth. The precum was
beginning to ooze as he started to run his tongue up and down my quivering
cock.  He swirled the head of my cock with his tongue and then plunged the
entire 7.5 inches right down his throat.  I thought I would pass out. Then
he got to work and gave me a blow job that had to have been the best in the
world (though I certainly wasn't an experienced recipient then). I've never
forgotten that first time!

He alternated between sucking, deep-throating and jacking me and taking my
convulsive thrusts at the same time. I don't think it could have been three
or four minutes that first time before I tensed up and whispered, "I'm
gonna cum!"  Mo just nodded, took a deep breath and plunged his throat down
around my tightening cock. I reactively held his head as I pushed my cock
further down his throat and emptied my balls. But Mo knew how to handle the
situation and when he needed to breathe backed away quickly, sucking the
last vestiges of cum from my saliva-covered cock.

"That was good," he said as he milked the final drops from the chute of my
cock. "We'll get along just fine," he smiled.  He continued a slow sucking
of my cock, letting his tongue gently revolve around the cockhead. "Hey, I
don't think you're going down," he said as he held my cock.  "You want
another round?"

"Yeah," I panted and spread my legs to feel him start his magic again.

Mo must have stayed in the room for at least a half hour and three dynamite
loads of my cum.  Finally, my cock and my energies were completely drained.

"I think that's enough for the first time.  Did you like that?" he asked as
he stood up to go.

"That was incredible," I said.  "I'm already looking for the next time."

"Me, too," smiled Mo.  "Just tap on my door anytime you're ready. If I'm
available, I'll be glad to have you come in."  With that, he left my room.

When Charlie got back to he room, he smiled and said, "So I understand you
had a pretty good time and have been given to privilege of visiting Mo in
his room."

"Wow, that was incredible!  I'm looking forward to more of that," I
said. "Hey, how did you know I enjoyed it?"

Charlie laughed, saying, "I stopped by Mo's room for a little relief after
the library. He said you nearly wore him out.  I'm glad you didn't!"

And that's how I began to really enjoy my Army days at Fort Ord.

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Note to readers: you might enjoy some of my other stories: Just search for
Joxn under Authors or look in the Archived section for: Blown Away in
Paris; Camp Ground Fun; Confessions of a Cocksucker; Delivering Pizza;
Glory; Moonlight Madness; Mowing Results; Rolf Riding; The Stag; The Tree;
Using the Club.  Enjoy life!  Enjoy life.

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