Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 20:43:11 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 42

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 42"

PART 42: JAY THE BARRACKS BOY

I was feeling restless, sick of the apartment, not sure what I wanted but
sure as shit nobody at home was gonna get off his lazy ass!  What I needed
was a change, like I kind of already guessed after going to this old barber
that same morning and letting him talk me into chopping off almost all of
my previously shaggy hair!  It'll grow back, I keep saying to myself.  God,
I hope so!  Anyway I had to get out, so I hopped in Cruz and felt the
summer night wind tease my scalp because there's no hair to get in its way!
Jeez!

I pulled up to a light next to this green Army Jeep and basically scammed
on the hot, little, blond soldier boy behind the wheel.  He had a gun
strapped to his hip, and that really turned me on, and an MP thing up on
his right bicep, and the crisp, camouflage uniform made my dick snap to
attention!  Yes, sir!  I'm bad, I know it, but damn!  That boy didn't look
old enough to carry a gun, but he was old enough to fire one!  Shit!  I'd
let him take mine apart and reassemble it in the dark if he wanted.

Of course, he busted me scoping on him, and the look of surprise on his
soft, boyish face was classic.  That's another thing about Jeeps, you can
see real good from them.  And I didn't look away like any decent human
being, I...yep...I smiled at him!  The poor soldier blushed bright red
and swallowed and stared forward again, and he was basically saved by the
signal.  He lagged back, and I needed in his lane anyway so I signaled and
turned in front of him, and at the next signal I went left to get to
Knob's, this club for queer kids which normally I don't have any use for,
but sometimes a guy gets more desperate than usual.

I saw the Army dude follow, not that he was following me, on purpose, but
he was still back there, and when I pulled to the curb in front of Knob's
he passed me, and I thought, too bad, he could have been loads of fun.  But
then his brake lights went on fast, and he whipped a U and parked directly
across the street from me...and STARED!  At me!  I honestly didn't know
what to do.  Shit, he's in the Army, he's got a gun, I'm just a 17-
year-old civilian...

He kept watching me, it was painfully obvious, except when I turned my head
and caught him, over and over, and then he'd face forward or worse, look at
the wall to his right.  So while he was doing that I slipped out of Cruz
and jogged across the street and stopped right there by his door.  I was
feeling especially bad and nasty in my tank top and raggedy sweat cutoffs
over my soft, well-worn strap.  When he turned back for another look, he
damn near jumped out of his skin and let out this cute little cry of alarm!
I saw his baby blue eyes sparkle.

"Oh, MAMA!" he ejaculated, you might say, and struggled to calm his nerves.

"Hey," I grinned at him, and he looked me up and down suspiciously.

"Uh, can I help you with something, sir?" he asked, reverting desperately
to training.

"Well, I thought maybe you were looking for something," I said pretty
boldly, I must say, "the way you were staring."

"Staring.  Who's staring?  Aint nobody staring here..."

I turned and started walking away slowly.  "Okay, man, sorry, I thought
maybe I could help, but take care."  I didn't make it three steps.

"Well, wait."  I stopped and went back to his side.  "You goin in there?"

"I was thinking of it."

"You don't look like it."

"I had an operation."

"Oh."  Suddenly his face exploded as he "got" it.  It was precious!  "OH!
Shit."

"Did you get off already?" I asked.

"Say what?"  He gaped at me!  I reached over to the little MP flag on his
Jeep and played with it.  "Ohhh.  Yeah."  He was so relieved.  Then his
eyes narrowed at me.  "Hey, man, are you in?"

"In what?"

He winked.  "It's cool, you can tell me, I won't rat on you."

"What?"

"Are you in?"  He looked around and lowered his voice to whisper,
"Enlisted."

"Oh, no!"  I laughed, I couldn't help it, and pointed at my head.  "This?
This is not me."

"Looks good," he said by accident, and I watched his pretty eyes give me
the once over before he caught himself and winced.

"You like it, huh?"  He swallowed and blinked hard.  "I'm Jay.  What's
D.W. stand for...Cpl. Hardesty?"

"Uhh, Dwight Willis," he said, embarrassed.  "Dwight Willis Hardesty,
Corporal, PMO, United States Army."

Fuck me!

"So...you want to party, Dwight?"

Again he looked around, and then took a good look at me, right in my eyes.
For maybe 15 seconds!  I'm not shy, but I had to force myself to hold that
gaze!  Shit!  My legs felt like Jell-O suddenly.  Right then and there, I
knew no matter how sweet he looked there was more to D.W., and he was a
good Army cop.

"I live on Post, in the barracks," is all he said when he made his
decision.  "Follow me."

You bet your civilian ass I did!  The Camp is about 15 minutes outside of
town, so there are always guys in uniform on leave or whatever, but I
always thought of them as off- limits somehow.  Too dangerous.  Don't ask,
don't tell, right.  Well, as I followed D.W., and the night only got darker
the further from town we went, I felt my heart pounding a way it hadn't in
a long time.  Plus my dick was a total boner, messing up the inside of my
jock all the way from the pouch where it was curled up a long time before
to the bare part of my hip where the head jumped free everywhere just then.
You know.

I took a deep breath when we came within sight of the gate and another hot
fucker in green slacks and light green shirt stepped out of his little
shack.  I wonder how they do it, out there alone all night.  Do they whip
it out sometimes or what?  I know I would.  D.W.  said something, and the
guard boy looked back at me totally cold and sexy, I thought, but I love
real men who can hurt me bad if they want.  I know, but give me a break,
I'm a queer teenager.

So he waved us in, and my mouth went dry all of a sudden.  I squeezed
myself you know where for I don't know why, and a big old stream of precum
flowed out.  When we got to the barracks and parked, there were young men
running around all over, all of them short hair, so I fit in fine.  Damn,
but they were all so healthy and fit, and a lot of them were buff as hell,
and my hard on was there to stay.  D.W. was fit to be tied, so to speak,
only I imagined him doing something along those lines to me.  He didn't say
anything, he just led me inside and up the stairs and all the way down the
hall.

The place was grim, but so what.  Fuck the architecture and interior
design, I was there for some honest to God hand-to-hand action, okay.  I
got to watch D.W.'s tight, firm little ass flex the whole way down the
hall, except when we passed an open door or something and I saw a
half-naked stud with a towel around his waist or whatever.  It must have
been that time, I guess, because there were half-naked guys all over the
damn place!  I even saw one bare ass!  But I really liked D.W.'s, right
there in front of me, flexing away under the seat of his comfortable,
camouflage pants.  Oh, man, I was having trouble breathing and swallowing
and even seeing.

He opened the door at the end and went inside and just left it open, so I
followed and looked around nervously and shut it.  He got some beers from a
fridge and handed me one, which I popped and chugged some fast while he
slowly, unsurely, stripped off his gun belt and cap, then his camouflage
shirt.  When he was done with that, he stood there in his tight, bright,
white T-shirt that showed off hard nips and an even harder chest and abs.
We faced each other, not three feet apart, looking in our eyes and swigging
beer.

"Show me your gun," I blurted stupidly, and I swear I wasn't being funny,
but I cracked up anyway, and D.W. shook his pretty, crew cut head.  So he
got his gun out of the holster for me and held it in his right hand, and I
was ready to pass out.  "Are you good with it?"  He nodded.  I throbbed.
We both licked our lips.  "Well, you're the man with the gun.  Tell me what
to do."

"Say what?"  I just love that, especially with his soft, sexy, Army drawl.
I put my hands up defensively and cringed a little.

"I'll do whatever you say, sir, just don't hurt me too bad, okay?"

That's when his face went totally serious.  Hard.  His eyes nailed me and
didn't blink.  The gun moved toward me, for whatever reason, and my eyes
fixed on it until the barrel settled on the center of my chest.  I was
really scared shitless then.  What the fuck was I doing?  I was in over my
head. Get me out of this, please, and I'll be a good boy forever...

D.W. waved the gun downward, so I blinked and looked into his stony blue
eyes and snapped, and the next second I was on my knees.  He stepped close,
real close, and held the gun out to his side, and cocked his head up, a
little snap, so I prayed fast and reached up and took his shiny belt buckle
in my shaking hands and worked it open the way that kind of buckle works
with the little slide thing, and then unbuttoned his camouflage pants
slowly, real slowly.

His belly was heaving, and I looked up again, and his face was less hard
but more determined somehow, like there was no going back or something.  It
was scary and wild both.  I saw clean, white Boxers appear, and then his
hard cock shifted upward out of nowhere and tented them out at me.  I
froze.  His right hand with the gun dropped to his side.  I smelled him,
his sweaty man funk, and saw a big dark spread of his pubes through the
soft cloth, and some of them poked through the piss slit, and the thick
line of his cock disappeared under the camouflage.  D.W. sighed and reached
behind him clumsily to set the gun down but still just stood there.

"Go on, Jay.  Go on."

I was so excited I couldn't stand it.  I breathed in and squeezed one of
his legs with both hands, all the way from his knee to up under his nuts,
and I saw the piss slit widen!  Yeah!  My hands went behind his ass and
took his cheeks through his pants, and he shivered, so I buried my nose in
his piss slit and really sniffed him up good.  I wrapped my lips around the
bulge of his shaft and bit down lightly, moving slowly all the way to the
side, tracing that big shaft to his hip and pulling down on his pants to
keep going all the way up slightly to the far left side of his hip where
the big head throbbed for freedom and stained his Boxers with sticky stuff.

I nibbled on his knob through the wet underpants, and D.W. groaned and
grabbed my head for support.  Man, I never felt a man's hands on my head so
clearly, it was too much!  I whimpered, totally faggy and submissive, and
he rewarded me with his fingers exploring my scalp inch by inch.  I had to
have that young man's dick in my mouth!  I freed it gently, tugging on his
Boxers and pushing them and his pants all the way down to his ankles.  The
sight of his 10" weapon flapping his belly and leaving a big runny wet mark
on his cute little button drove me insane.

I dove into his nuts, sniffing and licking like a crazy homo motherfucker,
and it sent D.W. spazzing and shaking, and his knees buckled, and then I
was aware of one of his hands leaving my head, and then his whole cock was
being forced into my mouth at first until I came to my senses and opened
wide for it, and it took everything I had to get it all the way in, for
sure!  But D.W. helped, one hand behind my head, the other gripping his
prick at the base to point it, and his strong hips driving it forward,
home, into my happy throat and beyond.  I was in Heaven!

Well, that soldier's instincts kicked in.  He started humping my face like
a natural man, steady, hard, in and out, fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!  God,
I'd love to know who taught him that!  He's the best face fucker I ever
had, and you know I've had a few.  D.W. took it to an art form, or a sport,
whatever.  He knows what he's doing.  My hands settled limp down on my
knees, and I just submitted to his will.  His hands loved my head and
ruffled my short hair, and his rock hard belly slapped my forehead
rhythmically with the thrust of his tool, and I felt my sweat make my head
stick softly to him, and it was even better.

His breathing quickened, and so did his pumping, and I felt his cock swell
just before he tensed and stepped forward and made me take it all the way
until he said so, and even though he didn't make another sound until it was
over, the massive, gushing throbs of his 10" boner that was lodged way down
past my throat spoke loud and clear to me, and I closed my eyes and savored
every freaking pulse of his soldier boy climax inside me.  I really dig
feeling a dude unwind, still in me, still dripping sperm, still all the way
hard but more sensitive than ever after getting off, and slipping slowly
out of my throat and mouth, slowly, sometimes squirting a bigger gob of
extra spunk, and I can feel my whole body filled with his stuff!  His seed!
I smelled it and tasted it and felt it, and his dick jumped more, and his
hands stroked my head all over sweetly...

And the door opened!  No shit!  We both pulled back, and some of his jiz
shot out on my chin as he tried to cover himself, but the three soldiers in
the doorway already saw it.  I seriously thought I'd shit!  D.W. stuffed
his pecker away and buttoned the top of his pants but that's all so his
white Boxers stuck out, and I looked sickly from them to the men in the
doorway who just gaped in horror and shock or whatever.  Finally they came
all the way in slowly and closed the door, and one of them locked it, and
another saw the gun and picked it up and played with it in his palm and
stared at me, then D.W., then me again.

He settled his eyes on me, the gun bouncing in his open palm.

"Whatthefuck?" is all he said, looking at me, so I tried to explain.

"Well, uh, you see..."

"Shut up, cocksucker!"

"Yessir."  I was having trouble breathing for some reason.  Maybe it was
the way the gun was pointed at my head.  Maybe it was the way the man
didn't say anything else right away.  Maybe it was the way he stared at me,
confused, shivering with anger, outrage, something.  All I know is, I was
more relieved than I ever felt about anything when the big huge round
barrel of that gun moved from me to D.W.  I'm sorry, but I'm not crazy
about dying, okay.

D.W. didn't like it, either.  His hands went up in front of him, but
otherwise he stayed calm.  Real calm, I thought.  "Jerry, man, ease off
now, okay, it's me, Dwight.  We're friends."

"Shut up, Dwight."  But the other two, who had only stood there gaping up
'til then, gently touched Jerry, one on each side.  He tensed.  "Back off,
guys!  This is none of your business, hear?  This is between me and Dwight
and the cocksucker.  Hear me, Sal?  Mickey?  You hear?"

Sal was about 22, tall, dark and unbearably sexy, so sexy I felt shameless
for even thinking such nasty shit under the circumstances.  But there it
is.  And Mickey was even taller, maybe 6'3", and built like a shithouse, I
mean solid!  He was about the same age.  By the way, so was Jerry, only
next to D.W. he was the hottest.  Just under 6', 165 totally mean pounds,
tan, red hair barely laying down on top of his head with whitewalls all
around...my God, need I say more?  Don't ask me what drove me to the
depths of insanity, but I just had to go there.

"I am a cocksucker, you're right, Jerry," I blurted, and this is what went
down right off: D.W. closed his eyes and prepared for a bullet between the
eyebrows, and Sal and Mickey let go of Jerry and stepped back, as if they
maybe didn't want to get powder burns on them.  I swallowed hard and
grinned sickly.  "I mean, yeah, that's one of the things I am, sir, but I
came on to your buddy here and begged him to let me blow him, okay, because
I can't help it, I live for hot young cock, but D.W. didn't want any part
of it, I had to beg him and beg him, and finally, well, shit, what kind of
man can listen to anyone go on like that for so long and not pop a bone,
and once a real man feels wood in his pants, it's not his fault what
happens next, right?"

Well, it was kind of scary the way Jerry cocked his head then with the most
irritated clench of his jaws I ever saw on any dude and struck me silent
with a stiff cut of one hand.  At least he lowered the gun in his other to
his side.

"Hook him up," he ordered no one in particular, and even I knew what that
meant so I jumped to my feet in a heartbeat and started backing up, even if
there was nowhere to go but maybe out the second floor window.  Still I saw
their eyes all land on the front of my shorts and the big old piece of meat
straining for freedom in there, but only for a second, and then they shook
their heads clear and focused on my face again.

"No way, guys, this is bullshit, I didn't do anything wrong, bullshit, man,
BULLSHIT!"  I was in the corner, in case you can't tell.  So: "I'm only
17."

They all froze, then D.W. lowered his head into his hands and shook like he
might be crying, I couldn't tell.

"Tough," said Jerry.  "Hook him up anyway."

D.W. stood there shaking, not watching, as Sal and Mickey closed on me from
both sides, and I'll tell you, something in me went starkers.  I actually
popped Mickey in the jaw, but it only made him mad when up to then he was
just following orders.  So when I tried it on Sal, I don't know how he did
it, I never even saw his hand move, but he got one of my fingers and
twisted it so my knees buckled and then his other hand on the back of my
head sent my nose hard onto the dirty tile floor.

I felt Sal's knee in the back of my neck as my arm twisted behind me, and I
saw Mickey's boot coming at me fast and then it kicked the wind out of me,
I couldn't breathe at all, and I knew I was gonna die there in that dirty
little barracks room and no one would EVER find my body.

"Jesus Christ, stop it!"  Through the crazy, distorted veil that was around
me, I knew it was D.W.  I felt my hot blood running from my nose over my
upper lip and then equally into my mouth and onto the floor, and the
handcuffs were so cold on my wrists, cold and tighter than they had to be.

Sal got up and left me like that on my stomach.  I started to
hyperventilate and couldn't hear what they said.  I heard them talking but
couldn't make out the words, and I closed my eyes, not really wanting to
see how they did it.  I have no idea how much time passed before I felt my
arms grabbed rough and lifted until I was on my knees, and I made my eyes
go even tighter shut, with my mouth.  My whole face was knotted up in fear,
and I was ready to piss myself.  For real.  Part of me didn't know if I
already did, I was burning up all over and my sweat was flowing.

When someone's hand reached behind my head and took it forcefully, yanking
it backward, I lost it and opened my mouth in shock and gasped, and then
something was choking me.  Something in my mouth.  I was delirious and
light-headed, so I opened my eyes a little and saw jet black pubes barely
in focus coming right at my nose.

Don't call me a slut, okay, but all I could think was, well, that's more
like it.  Jeez!  I'm a cocksucker, like I said.  I wanted so damn bad to
reach up and grab his cheeks, but my cuffed wrists scraped and tore skin,
and I relaxed as well as I could.  I smelled him, one very sweaty,
overworked young man, and figured his cock for my size.  It was all the way
in and making me choke bad, and I tasted my blood mixing with spit and it
was good.  No shit!

I realized it was Sal from the dark skin of his granite belly and the kinky
happy trail, and the way he held my head in both hands and pumped it evenly
in and out, enjoying every second of this first-time blowjob from another
dude, and the way his fingers subconsciously stroked my scalp, shit, I was
ready to blast off in my shorts.  I strained my eyes around to see the
others, and they were there, playing with their erections that were exposed
to various degrees.  Mickey and D.W. were close, so close their hips kept
bumping together with each violent fisting of their inflamed dicks.  Jerry
was off by himself, but his weapon was fully cocked in his right hand and
pointed out from his fly nearly a foot.

Holy flying fuck!  What was he going to do to me with that thing?

With that thought, I felt Sal expand in me and heard him pant and cry out
in surprise, and then he grunted, "No way, he can't be, no way, oh, fuck,
HE'S MAKING ME NUT!  I'M NUTTING IN HIS FUCKING MOUTH!"

No lie!  Sal nutted off in me, alright, all the way, great gobs of soldier
sperm making his bone quiver and explode over and over down my throat, and
when he spazzed and fell back a little he still shot off a huge mouthful
that I savored on my tongue and felt the trail of it stretching down my
throat to my happy belly!  Fuck me!  His cock left me, of course, and I
started swallowing slowly, joyously, so hot and boiling and prickly in my
shorts that if my thing rubbed up to anything it would have shot off for
sure!

I'd just swallowed the last of Sal's spunk when Mickey stepped up for his
turn, and I smiled ear-to-ear as his very long, thick prick invaded my
port!  And D.W. stepped right up as Mickey fucked my face, and precum was
dripping to the floor from D.W.'s sweet, blond boy cock, and I don't know
where he got the idea, but D.W. started slapping my face with it and even
Mickey's pumping piece and then it exploded!

D.W.'s cock squirted off all over everything, my face, Mickey's belly and
pubes and crazy boner, and then I tasted his juice again as Mickey
force-fed it to me on the wild ride of his totally erect monster ramming my
mouth!

"Fuck, yeah, you pathetic little pansy, eat my buddy's jiz, you faggot
freak!" Mickey got into it happily, saying it nasty with this sexy,
guttural thing in his throat, and I almost sobbed with joy as more of
D.W.'s semen dripped down to Mickey's bone and ended up in my mouth.

That's when my pecker lost it!  I went off down there and felt it throb off
just like I was jacking it myself!  It just pumped and jumped and twitched
all over, and my creamy stuff ran fast down my thigh to the floor.  I could
feel all of it!

"God, he really is a fruit, look at that!" went Sal, and I could feel them
all looking at my hard, slick dick and the creamy product of a teenage fag
abused past his ability to withstand!  Yeah!  They all snickered, but I
looked up, and D.W. was staring with the others, only he was licking his
pretty, red lips, until Mickey buried his thing to my tonsils and IT pulsed
off in me!  Jeez!  I moaned around his cock, vibrating it good, and he
spazzed and twisted in me but stayed put down my throat, and his tight nuts
were jammed up to my chin where they belonged!  Fuck, I was so happy!

I figured Jerry was next, especially when he stripped slowly until he was
buck naked with a raging hard on slapping his belly.  Yeah, it's one of
those, always at attention.  But I didn't like the way he grinned and bent
over and pulled D.W.'s nightstick from the holster and ran it up and down
the very long length of his shaft.  He moved behind me, but when I tried to
turn and follow him the others slapped my head and punched me in the sides
and back so I tried not to move at all and waited for something bad to go
down.

Shit, I jumped when I felt the blunt, round end of that nasty thing invade
my crack with a dull slap!  They all laughed, all but D.W., he was just as
powerless as I was even if he wasn't cuffed.  I felt the stick slide up and
down between my cheeks, making my hole sore.  Then someone's hand, I think
Jerry's, shoved me real hard on the back of my head and I had nowhere to go
but straight down on my nose, which was already hurting, and it tore open
inside again and bled onto the floor.  The knob of the baton tried to get
in me, seriously!  I felt sick again.  I mean, I love to get fucked, by any
size dick, but not some inhuman thing made for hurting!  Fuck that!

I clamped down on my butt like never before!  Jerry stopped torturing my
butt and came around to face me, then dropped to his knees and put the
baton under my neck and forced my head up in front of his massive cock.  I
honestly wasn't sure how much of that I could handle, but I was game to
try.  My tongue flicked out on its own and lashed at his flaring red shaft,
and everyone but D.W. cracked up good.

"You want that, don't you, fag boy?" Jerry asked, choking me with the
nightstick.  "Look at me!  You ever seen such a beauty, boy?"

I made my eyes turn up to his, and I shook my head.  I got an idea.

"Oh, God, sir, please don't hurt me with that thing!  Please!  I'm just a
cocksucker, I don't think I can handle all of that!"

I saw the animal take over completely in Jerry's eyes, and he dropped the
nightstick and took my chin in one iron hand while his other pointed his
foot-long at my mouth and prepared for full breach.  Really, when he
entered me I thought my jaw would break!  No shit!  Then it tried to get in
my throat, but no fucking way, so he went to fucking my face with a few
inches of that mighty meat, and that helped me a little, I loosened up some
and gradually became aware of more and more of Jerry's manly soldier dick
penetrating my queer throat!

I couldn't help moaning in satisfaction, knowing that somehow this stud on
his knees before my prostrate form was going to make all of his 12" weapon
disappear inside his captive fag!  My spit was flowing out of my mouth from
everywhere, over my bottom lip, out the sides of my soaking wet mouth,
under my top lip, and when he went too hard and choked me bad I'd cough and
spray my boy lube all over the fucking place, and it was too hot!

Then when someone straddled my butt, and I felt his balls and hard dick on
my backside, and he slipped the nightstick back under my neck and pulled
back roughly, but at the same time Jerry grabbed my head with both hands
and wouldn't let it go, I knew I was being assaulted for real...AND OH MY
FUCKING GOD I LOVED IT!  I couldn't breathe in the normal sense of the
word, but their studly bodies and Jerry's brutal cock raping my pussy mouth
and the awesome smell of them and the sounds they all made, the passionate,
angry, cruel, controlling, dominant music of their violent lust...well,
all that was my air, okay.

I know I can't make anyone see it, but what they did to me made me breathe
even though my mouth and throat were crammed full of American meat and my
Adam's apple was damn near crushed and my head was twisted backward totally
unnaturally and all that.  Basically, I was born to be used like that by
real men.  I love it.

Suddenly I realized Jerry had fit the last inch in me, and I was full of
him, and I let out this hot, sexy, grateful, needy, totally faggy
whimper-chuckle, and they all gasped...D.W.  too that time!  They were in
awe of me and my cocksucking abilities, especially Jerry, who made a sound
I'd never heard before, like a tight, rusty screw just starting to turn at
last, and then the force of his ejaculation, his explosion, rocked both our
worlds!

Well, it didn't settle fast.  Jerry spewed off in me forever, and whoever
was on my back was slapping his dick on my sweaty skin, and then Jerry had
to unwind and shake and groan and stuff, you know, man stuff, and gently
ease back until his thick ruler plopped free of my mouth, and again the
other men gasped in awe.  I guess they were watching the progress of that
gigantic thing inching out of my mouth!

"That was outstanding, boy," Jerry breathed finally.  "Stand him up."

"Ow!" I couldn't help complaining when they hoisted me by my arms and made
the cuffs grate more on my already badly hurt wrists, plus I was dizzy as
hell after everything!  Jeez!  My pecker was flying high.

"Dwight."  Something was weird about the way Jerry said it.  "Come here,
corporal."  D.W. presented himself fast.  "Your little buddy, Jay, is one
outstanding motherfucking cocksucker, so you're almost off the hook."

Almost?  D.W. smiled, relieved, but I wondered, almost?

"Now all you gotta do is suck his dick, Dwight."

The smile was wiped from D.W.'s sweet face like chalk off a board.  There
was still some there, but none that was worth anything!

"Go on.  You know I don't joke, Dwight.  Suck your buddy's dick, he sure as
shit deserves it after making all of us nut, so do him.  Get on your knees
and suck Jay's 17- year-old dick!  NOW!"

With that, Jerry shoved D.W. down hard, and D.W. looked like he was going
to bust into tears, but he closed his eyes tight and willed himself to get
control, and he did it.  I wanted so bad to hold him then.  Part of me
wanted to yell at them to stop it, but another part of me sorely needed
that soft-looking soldier boy's lips to wrap around my boner and make love
to it, or at least suck it off, like Jerry said!  So I kept my mouth shut!
Is that bad or what?

D.W.'s eyes opened again and looked up to me for something, like he wanted
to make sure I understood...whatever.  I didn't understand anything after
that night.  Then he licked his lips and took a deep breath and took my
9.5" in both hands, which alone damn near sent me over, but then before he
could change his mind or something he just went down on me!  Oh, shit, it
was beyond description!  The sight of that young man taking me so
innocently and inexperienced but still as a fellow man who knows what makes
another man tick...

Because, okay, here it is.  D.W. used his tongue on me!  The others
couldn't see, but I felt it, for sure.  And his tongue was wet and boiling
and soft, and the way it flicked over my shaft while that stud's head
bobbed up and down slowly, not fast like you'd expect a straight corporal
in the Military Police to suck cock because he has to...it all came
together to make me glow and tingle with this wild, ongoing ecstasy, but I
wasn't even there yet!  I couldn't stand it!

"Oh, fuck, please, Jerry, please, I'm begging you, sir, please take these
cuffs off me, please!" I pleaded with him, and when he nodded to Sal I was
so grateful I could die!  Sal took them off, and I didn't even rub my
wrists, I just put my hands on D.W.'s head and stroked him there the same
way he sucked my dick, and then all over his smooth face and under his
chin.

I forgot where I was, I think, don't ask me, but I walked forward and made
D.W. lay on his back, then I flipped around and fed him my cock again so my
face was even with his open fly that still had his white Boxers sticking
out, so I reached in and made him spaz for real and pulled it out, and it
was hard and drippy!  Yeah!  I went to sucking it, of course, and felt him
tense, and he moaned softly and kept sucking me!  Damn, he was so fucking
good!

I opened his camouflage pants all the way and pushed down until the pants
and the Boxers were out of my way, and I went back to his tasty erection.
I decided to fuck his face a little as I ate his prick, and I know he
really dug that even if he did his damnedest to hide the fact!  There was
no other noise, it was as if we were alone, making love, and all I could
think of was the intense pleasure we were sharing!

That's when I shot off, and I guess it surprised D.W., like yeah, man,
you're giving a guy head, he's gonna cum sooner or later!  I heard the
startled groans and outraged if muffled protests, but he settled down and
took it like a good soldier and swallowed my entire teenage load, and I
mean, it was a big one, okay.  Bigger than usual.  Then he lost it and
bucked his hips up at me and gave up the biggest wad of sperm I ever got
from one guy!  Maybe as much as all of his buddies put together!  Shit!

THAT was cool.  After all the alpha male domination crap (which I got off
on, for sure), still, a sweet little boy coming out to play from the sexy
soldier exterior really cocked my hammer.  D.W. rolled off me and looked
confused.  Dazed.  Relaxed.  And still hard as hell, plus his dong was
flapping all over the place.

"I won't ask how you liked it, Dwight," Jerry commented sarcastically, and
D.W. focused at last, the poor little guy.  The first time you eat a dude's
knob is a real mind-fucker, I'm here to tell ya, even if it doesn't hit you
right off.

"Oh, it wasn't so bad," D.W. let slip without really thinking.  I'm sure we
all saw the second thought cross his open young face, but nobody said
anything else about it, except for D.W., who knew it was too late and
probably figured what the hey.  "I mean, fuck that, it was wild, why should
I lie to you big fucks?  You all watched, you know I creamed with Jay's
dick jammed down my throat, big deal.  You're the ones who made me do it,
anyway."

Jerry frowned and bit his lower lip, deep in thought, which is to say
fairly shallow.  His eyes flicked to Mickey and Sal, and I saw he'd made up
his mind about something.

"Mickey!  Fuck Sal."

Take my breath away!  Sal blushed, and Mickey considered the order as if it
was in code he had to de-cipher in his head, and he flunked code school.

"Well, okay, Jerry, if you say so," Mickey decided, and he patted Sal on
the back.  Sal was ready to pass out, especially when he took in Mickey's
totally wooden club, and his round little mouth opened wide with his eyes.
Up to then, they'd all been watching the individual action involving me and
then D.W. and me, and now all eyes were on Mickey's deep-drilling
equipment.

I have to say, these men would obviously do anything for their leader,
Jerry, because Sal, I'm positive, had not even a clue what he was getting
into, despite the quiet terror that had overtaken his entire, lean, mean
fighting machine.  Sal breathed fast and ragged, scared shitless, unaware
of the fact that Mickey was capable of fucking him the same way!  He almost
fell getting on his knees, he was suddenly real light in the head, no shit,
and then he leaned his head down sideways on his crossed arms which were
dug in to the floor.  That poor dude thought he was ready for the attack!
I almost cracked up.

Like I said, all eyes were on Mickey and Sal, so no one saw D.W.'s hand
reach out and caress my smooth butt, but damn!  His soft fingers sent waves
of electricity through me!  I backed up, not enough to be noticed but
enough to help his fingers ease in my crack and feel my damp boy cave good
and playful!  He loved it, getting his fingers where he'd always thought
they should never go, EVER!  But Mickey was poised to shove his huge, dry
cock straight up Sal's dinky, puckered hole without even a token gob of
spit so I had to do something fast.

"A little spit will make it easier, Mickey, on both of you," I offered, and
again Mickey made that cute, mentally overwhelmed face, and Sal caught on
at least and spit in his own hand, a good thick goober, and reached under
himself just in time.  Because Mickey's cock poked Sal's fingers while they
were still stuck up his ass, and I couldn't help noticing in the back of my
mind how Sal looked too comfortable finger-fucking himself, like maybe he'd
done THAT before, at least.

But then it was all over, I mean, too late to stop anything.  Mickey shoved
his dick forward until Sal's fingers retreated in the face of being lost up
his ass forever!  Mickey's entire shaft disappeared up Sal's shoot in a
heartbeat, don't ask me how, and remember it's practically a dry fuck!  I
looked at Sal's face, which blew up into little pieces and started dripping
sheets of sweat.  His eyes shut so tight they might not have been there at
all, and he turned a deep, deep shade of red I've never seen on a human.
For real.  Why he didn't scream, I can't say, except I guess it's like the
rest of their training to be tougher than normal men, not to show pain or
suffering or anything, because Sal was in righteous pain, okay.  Just
awful, even to watch!  So I stared.

That's when D.W. stepped boldly behind me and pressed his hot cock where
his fingers were and wrapped his arms around my chest.  He humped me
gently, sensitive as hell, and stroked my chest lovingly.  Jerry saw that,
you bet, but he just beat off slowly, his eyes going from us to Sal and
Mickey, back and forth.  I was D.W.'s, anything that boy wanted was cool
with me, and he knew it, so he pushed down on my back until I was bent over
with my shit-hole offered up for the taking.

But he dropped to his knees, and between my legs I saw his chin go close to
my nasty spot and heard him sniff, and then he did it.  He poked his nose
in my butt and sniffed me for real, up close, then kissed me softly there
between my cheeks.

"Oh, God, D.W., do it!  Please!  Do it!  Eat my butt, boy!"

And he didn't even hesitate, he dove in tongue first and licked my crack
from bottom to top, then went to eating me out all the way, tongue and lips
and teeth, all of his mouth getting in there where the action was and
slurping me up!  I made various sultry faggot sounds and I think I thanked
him several times, I'm not sure because I was delirious.  Really!

Jerry hurried over and stroked himself faster, and I heard him grunt real
loud, and then there were sounds of genuine shock from D.W. and I felt the
familiar, thrilling SPLAT of cum on my ass and back, and D.W.'s tongue went
nuts all over me back there, licking it up!  He was licking up Jerry's seed
from my soft boy skin and now and then slurping more of my hole with his
mouth and nose and chin!  FUCK ME SILLY!

Which the next second D.W. was standing and preparing to do, fast.  He
hawked a wad of spit from his mouth down to his dick and jacked it once,
then shifted position and rammed it in me, the man in that boy coming back
out!  It was too hot to believe!  D.W.'s penis was perfect!  It slid up my
guts like it was made to go there, and he pumped it in and out like it
wasn't his first time, but I know it was.

"Go, boy, go," Jerry said softly, almost a foreign language to him.  I
glanced back at his face, which was really into what he was watching down
there at my rear door, and he used his own sperm to keep jerking his meat!
Fucking awesome!  "Damn, boy, I never saw anyone make love like you two are
doing now.  It's okay.  Go, boy."

And Sal was starting to lose it and sob in pain, and I saw tears on his
face that was pressed to the floor.  I really wanted him to enjoy it as
much as I saw Mickey was getting into it.

"Hey, Sal," I whispered, and he looked at me, his eyes red and overwhelmed
with agony and humiliation.  "Look at me, man!  Look how I love taking it
up the butt!  It's not 'cause I'm a fag, it's 'cause I'm a man!  All men
can dig it if they want!"  He wasn't buying it.  "Come on, try!  Here!"  I
spit in my hand, over and over, and reached over to Mickey's cock that was
pulled all the way back for another brutal slam home, and grabbed that
mighty prick and let his hip action lube it up, and I barely let go in time
before it BAMMED back up Sal's ass!

Only, I saw the lights come on in Sal's eyes!  And each pull and thrust of
Mickey's well- lubed poker made it better, and after a minute his face
flushed with pleasure, real, total, genuine, manly, buttfucking, glorious
joy!  Oh, man, it was hot to see!

"Fuck, Jay, thank you, man , thank you!" he gushed and closed his eyes in
rising ecstasy.  "Thanks.  Thanks.  Oh, thanks, man..."

Mickey heard all this and went nuts!  He actually fucked faster, leaning
forward to grip Sal's shoulders for more power, and for about two minutes
the sodomy action on Sal's rear was fierce and studly!  They both panted
and moaned and sweated all over, and then Sal sensed something and grabbed
his own dick that had gone rock hard, and he beat it a few times, and the
motherfuckers came together!  AWESOME!  They sounded like wild animals.

"Do that to me, D.W.!" I ordered him, and the boy chuckled and gasped and
did it!  He slammed his cock as hard and fast as he could and nearly choked
in exertion, worse than any physical training he ever suffered, and I
jacked my own cock and felt D.W. get bigger in me, and I knew how to time
this sort of thing real good so I got more and more nasty with myself as
D.W.'s panting escalated, and we were there, I knew, so I clamped my hand
tighter just a tad and we went off together, too, my jiz spraying all over
the floor and couch.

It wasn't until we started to come back to reality that I opened my eyes
and saw the others staring, only they were grinning and shaking their
heads, truly blown away at the wild turn of events in the barracks
building.  Jerry had an extra excited gleam in his eyes that were on me,
and little dick-lover that I am I couldn't wait to get a piece of him!

"I can't believe there's no shit!" said Mickey, and after a pause we all
cracked up.

D.W. licked his lips and looked in my eyes and took my elbow and pulled me
to him, and then he went for it all the way.  He broke the one bottom rule.
He kissed me!  Smack on the lips, tender and innocent at first, then a
little tongue, and finally he was giving me lessons in Frenching!  Good
God, what next?  D.W. was trying to make his tongue surpass his dick!
Finally I couldn't help laughing in overwhelmed sexual release and
playfulness, and he paused to look in my eyes again.  I dropped to my knees
once more and sucked his balls into my mouth, sending him over into spastic
pleasure!  Then I licked and sucked his soldier dick clean, even though he
made a half-assed attempt to stop me because he thought it was too dirty,
but it was just me and D.W. together, all our stuff, and it tasted sweet.

When I stood the others were still watching us, dazed but okay with it, and
more than anything confused as all fucking hell!  I stepped over to Jerry
and took his prick in my hands and played with it like that, standing there
face to face, stroking him and watching precum ooze out his big piss hole
even though he was half-hard.  Only, the precum in my silky palms made him
shake, and his cock filled all the way with blood, and his hands went to my
shoulders for support, and...DAMN!  He was ready for more!  But then, I
saw, we all were!  It's not just me, okay, there are others out there.

Jerry pointed from me to the floor, and I got the point fast.  I settled
down on my butt, then stretched out flat on my back, and the feel of the
cold tiles was oddly exciting!  Jerry got a cushion from the couch and
tossed it on my face, and I tossed it right back to the couch!  That made
them all grunt in appreciation, or admiration, or whatever.  D.W. got on
his knees behind my head and lifted it up to rest between his legs, and I
pretended I was ready for the trial that was coming.

Still, when Jerry lowered himself between MY legs and steadily spread them
on his crawl toward me, I was really afraid this would be the one I
couldn't handle.  Jeez, I mean, his thing is so fucking big and THICK, it's
scary.  I breathed deeply by reflex, and when Jerry's thighs propped mine
up and his 12" piece rested on my loose, red nuts, he paused to consider
just exactly how a man goes about putting it to another man face-to-face.
Clearly the hole wasn't where he was used to!

So I helped him out and raised my ankles up onto his broad, masculine
shoulders and spit in my hand to lube myself, and he snapped and did the
same, and his fingers were rough and blunt on my sore little fuck-hole!
But together we got it good and drippy, the way it should be, and then
Jerry breathed deeply!  Cool!  He was nervous, too!  D.W. came up with a
killer handful of his mouth lube and reached over me, dripping some on my
firm chest, and stroking it over Jerry's dancing dick, and they both seemed
to dig that so I watched and twitched myself!

"Uhh, hey, Jerry, one thing," I grinned as he was about to enter me.
"Well, uh, if you shove that thing in me the way your buddies did to me and
each other earlier, well, shit, man, you'll probably kill me, and something
tells me you're not into necrophilia."

He let it sink in, and then the smile he shot at me was outrageous!
Totally!  And slowly, naturally, as if he knew how he would want a dude to
stick this massive a boner up his shoot if he was that kind of man, Jerry
pumped his hips fast, gently easing the giant head a little at a time
further in me until suddenly it penetrated my rim and made me grimace in
shocked pain.  It was awful.  But he couldn't hold back then, and he slid
his knees closer and sent his cock further, and I almost screamed!  My
voice went higher so the long groan that came out could be called a scream,
in fact, but whatever.  I wasn't digging it!

I felt him packing me, okay, and I reached up and took D.W.'s hands and
squeezed the blood out of them, and he squeezed back with an amazingly
powerful grip that nearly crushed my fingers, but it was great!  I liked
it, really!  That's when Jerry finished the penetration phase of this
wild-ass buttfuck, and the way his cockhead tweaked my prostate I actually
dribbled some jiz out on my belly right then!  D.W. saw it and gasped!

"You can get the same effect with a broomstick, D.W.," I grimaced, red and
sweaty all over.

Well, we've already established how Jerry's a total man, right, so it'll
come as no surprise how he went to humping me like a bitch without further
delay.  His face came close to mine, and his eyes were open, and he was
breathing hard so I smelled his breath for the first time, and it was
actually good, which surprised me.  Not sweet, not sour, but JUST right!
Shit!  I never before felt like I had something so foreign up my guts as
right then, but I had to take it.  I had to.  How long could it take,
anyway?

Then he went faster and harder!  My head banged into D.W.'s boner and
belly!  I looked up at D.W. just as Sal and Mickey closed on him from
either side, and he glanced nervously from one to the other and decided to
start with Sal.  D.W. opened his mouth and let Sal enter quickly, with
Sal's hand on the back of D.W.'s head, and then Sal just fucked that boy's
face ragged!

Until Mickey pulled D.W.'s head off Sal and poked his own big meat in the
boy's slicked up face-hole and made D.W. gag, and they went back and forth
like that while I noticed how I was getting real warm and fuzzy inside and
Jerry's monster wasn't hurting bad any more.  It still hurt, but good now!
Shit, I am a fag, I know it.  I can take anything!  I laughed evilly when
Sal and Mickey shoved as much of their cocks as D.W.'s enthusiastic throat
could take at once!

I lowered my legs around Jerry's hips and reached down to take his ass in
my hands and drive him harder inside me if possible, and he was game!
Something had to break soon, okay, up my hole, because that man was
pounding my ass good and rough, and the dick he had on him was too much!  I
was going to cum without touching myself, and Jerry maybe was close, also!
In fact, so were Sal and Mickey, who still shared D.W.'s mouth, but their
hands were exploring all over each other's hard, wet, young bods!

So I took myself in hand, and D.W. let my head drop with a thud to the
floor to get to his own peter, and we're all fucking or beating something!
From my vantage point, I could see everything!  Man, it was cool!  Jerry
fucked me so hard my face kept sliding under D.W.'s swinging nuts which I'd
lick and suck fast then go out for the show again!  Finally Jerry cut loose
a loud yell that the whole damn barracks had to hear and clenched inside me
and just let his load RIP into me!  Fuck, yeah!  I felt each throb of his
bone!

That was enough for me, and I rocketed off over myself, and there was a lot
of my own creamy spunk all me when someone else's showered down, too, and I
saw D.W.'s face twisted into a killer smile and orgasm around Sal and
Mickey, who both pulled each other closer for their shared climax in D.W.'s
pie hole, I think Army guys call it!  Pie hole!  I love that!  To me it's
still a dick hole, but anyway!

So there we were, all of us spazzing off like it's a dirty video or
something, and I still felt Jerry pounding off in me!  Let me tell you,
when it was all over finally it took a hell of a lot of untangling and
unwinding of our stretched muscles and shit.  D.W. bent over my face and
kissed me some more while the others tried to breathe right, and then D.W.
licked up the sperm from all over my torso!  That soldier is so hot!  Then
he jumped up.

"Come on, Jay, let's go to town!" he said, grinning.

"You can take a shower if you want, dude, I'll catch my breath," I offered.

"Fuck that, man, get your ass in gear and let's move out!" he barked, and
the others even looked at him funny, so he looked sheepish.  "I wanna see
your place, is all, man."

Ohhhhh!  The rest of us shook our heads.  But D.W. spent the next two days
he was off at my place, and you know what that means.  Fuck, that boy can
go...