Don’t Ask Don’t Tell
by
Little Dan
‘You are hereby requested to report to the United States
Army Induction Center at 122 Peabody Street, Scarsborough,
New Hampshire at 8:30 a.m. on Wednesday the 19th of
September.’
I held the letter in my hand and stared at it
uncomprehendingly. They had just recently reinstated the
draft, and now they were drafting me. If I passed the
physical, (and why wouldn’t I?) I would be going into the
army. Horrible thought.
The envelope dropped from my fingers onto the floor without
my even noticing. I sat down heavily on the couch and stared
over and over at the awful sheet of paper. I had never
even considered that this type of thing could happen to me.
The army was a place for farm kids. For factory kids. For
high-school dropouts who wanted to continue their education.
I was a college graduate with a top job in advertising. I
didn’t want to lose my job. I had fought hard to get it and
I wasn’t going to let the army take me away from it. Oh
God. Where was Hilda? She was usually home before me. She
was the one who usually picked up the mail. But today I had
picked up the mail. I had picked up the letter from the
United States Army.
I heard the key in the door. It was Hilda. She looked at
my face and knew right away something was up. “What’s
wrong?” she asked.
She approached the couch, and I held out the letter. She
took it and read it.
“Oh, Warren. Oh, no.” We had been planning to get married
in the near future. She had been selecting china patterns
in the Tiffany catalogue. All that would be now on hold.
”What are we going to do?” she asked.
“What I’m going to do is report for my army physical next
Wednesday,” I answered. We ate a quiet dinner, watched a
little television and went to bed. We did not have sex. We
definitely did not have sex. I was in no mood for sex. Not
that night, or the next night or the night after. All I
could think about was my physical. It haunted me.
On Wednesday the 19th of September I got up at six a.m., got
dressed in the dark, trying not to disturb Hilda, had a
light breakfast, and drove down to
122 Peabody Street. The Induction Center. There were a lot
of young guys going in the front door, as well as a number
of snappily uniformed military types.
I entered the building and stood in the large front hall,
looking around me.
“Excuse me. Do you know where to go for the physical
examination?” asked a young fellow about my own age.
“No, I don’t. I have to go there too.”
“You got a notice in the mail?” he asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Me too. You can’t begin to imagine how thrilled I am,” he
said ironically.
“So am I,” I said. “Warren Cobb,” I added, introducing
myself and stretching out my right hand.
“Doug Haney,” he said. And we shook hands. After that we
tried to read the building directory without much success.
We stopped a soldier, showed him our letters, and asked him
where we had to report.
“I’m going over there. Follow me,” he said.
He was Sergeant Carl Merrill, according to his nametag, a
compact, solid, muscular man. He marched with military
crispness, leading us to the third floor medical department.
“Sign in at the desk,” he directed us, and walked away.
We were with about thirty other prospective inductees, and
we were directed to a bank of lockers and told to strip to
our shorts. We kept the locker keys around our wrists.
An army lieutenant, Lieutenant Edgar Driggs, according to
his nametag, marshaled us into a large room where attendants
were taking blood and urine.
“I drank three gallons of orange juice yesterday,” Doug
Haney whispered to me. “They say if you drink a lot of
orange juice your albumin level goes way up and maybe they
won’t take you.”
“I wouldn’t count on that,” I advised him.
“Yeah,” he nodded his head, agreeing sadly. “Boot camp,
here I come.”
“I don’t want to go either,” I said. “But there’s no way
out of this. I hear they’re taking everybody. A skinny
friend of mine who was underweight told me they added twenty
pounds to his weight on his chart, and marked him with a
medium-heavy build. They took him.”
“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Doug whined pleadingly.
“I don’t think so. If you’re breathing, you’re in.”
“Great,” he lamented. “Maybe we could say we’re gay. You
know. ‘Don’t Ask. Don’t Tell’. They definitely won’t take
you if you’re gay.”
The army had a policy of ‘Don’t Ask. Don’t Tell.’ Meaning
if you told them you were gay they would kick you out, but
they weren’t supposed to ask if you were gay. But they did
ask. And they even conducted witch-hunts to ferret out any
gay military man whom they promptly discharged. (They
claimed that homosexuals were bad for unit cohesion. And
besides it was creepy having these sexual predators in the
same barracks with the straight normal guys who would even
have to shower with them. Ugghh.) That was ‘Don’t Ask.
Don’t Tell.’ And Doug was proposing telling.
I thought for a minute. “You know, that’s a damned good
idea. I think I’m going to try that. I’m going to say I’m
gay.”
“You are?” He was amazed. “I don’t think I’d have the
guts.” It had been his idea to begin with and now he was
backing down.
“It’s easy,” I said. “You just tell them you’re gay. Tell
them you suck cock. I’m going to do it.” I raised my hand
until Lieutenant Driggs noticed me.
“Yes? What is it?” he asked me.
“Sir. Can I speak to you a moment?”
“What is it?” he asked again brusquely.
“I need to tell you something privately,” I explained,
nodding my head to an empty part of the room. We walked
over to it.
“Yes?” He asked again. “What’s on your mind?”
“I have something to confess, sir,” I said ashamedly,
hanging my head. “I’m gay.”
“I didn’t hear you, son,” he was speaking very loudly.
“There’s a lot of noise in here. You’ll have to speak up.”
He had heard me. If I spoke any louder the whole room would
hear. I didn’t know what to do. Finally, I raised my
voice, but not quite enough to blast through the room. “I’m
gay, sir,” I repeated.
“You know there’s so much noise in this room, I still
couldn’t hear what you said. Why don’t you sit down, son.
You’re going to get your eyes and ears examined now.”
Maybe he was the one who needed his ears examined. He
couldn’t hear me? Bullshit. It seemed that they weren’t
going to let me out for being queer, which I really wasn’t.
But so much for ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’. I returned to my
seat next to Doug.
“What happened?” he asked me.
“They’re either not buying it or they don’t care. The
bastard kept pretending he couldn’t hear what I was saying.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “They’re shameless.”
“Even if he had acknowledged hearing me, he might not have
believed me. I have a feeling he would have told me to prove
it.”
“Well, why don’t we?”
“Why don’t we what?” I asked, not understanding him.
“Prove it.”
“And how do we do that?” I asked, thinking the guy was a
little bit of a head case.
“Let’s both say we have to go to the bathroom,”
“Yes?” I asked, waiting for further explanation.
“Just let’s do it.” He raised his hand and caught the
lieutenant’s eye. The lieutenant came over.
“Yes?”
“Excuse me, sir,” said Doug. “I need to go to the bathroom
real bad. Can you please tell me where the men’s room is?”
“Down the hall, on the right hand side,” he said pointing.
“But make it snappy.”
“Yes, sir,” said Doug, jumping up and walking toward the
men’s room. He turned his head and winked at me.
“Excuse me, sir, I have to go too,” I said, clutching my
front as if I couldn’t hold it.
“Okay. But hurry up,” he said. I jumped up and followed
Doug down the hall. As I entered the hall, I saw the strong
compact Sergeant there. Sergeant Merrill. I nodded to him,
and he nodded to me. I continued down the hall and
followed Doug into the gentleman’s lounge.
We stood there in our jockey shorts, looking at each other,
not knowing what to do next.
“Now what?” I asked.
“We have to do something,” he said.
“Like what?”
“Something gay. We have to get caught. If they won’t
listen when we tell them we’re gay, they’ll have to believe
their own eyes. They’ll kick us right out.”
“You think so?” I asked. It was an appealing idea.
“Absolutely,” he answered, nodding his head firmly. “In a
little while they’ll send someone in to look for us, and if
we’re discovered in flagrante delicto…….”
“Right,” I said. It was a damned good idea. I could keep
my job. I could keep my girl. I wouldn’t have to live with
a bunch of rednecks for two years. It was a great idea.
“What do we do?” I asked.
“Something gay,” he explained, in exasperation, as if he
were talking to an idiot.
“I’ve never done anything gay,” I explained.
“Well, neither have I,” he answered. “Do you want to get
drafted?”
“No.”
“Then we have to do something gay. Like maybe suck cock.
We have to get caught sucking cock.”
“Oh,” I breathed, realizing what would have to be done.
“Okay. You want to suck me?” I offered.
“How about you sucking me,” he challenged. We were getting
nowhere fast.
“I don’t know,” I stalled.
“Maybe we’d better just suck each other. You know. Sixty-
nine.”
“Yeah, well maybe we could do that,” I considered.
“Okay. Let’s go,” he said.
We both just stood there and looked at each other.
“How do we do this?” I asked.
He sighed at my stupidity, and slipped off his underpants.
“Take off your shorts,” he said.
I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them.
“We’re going to have to lie down on the floor,” he reasoned.
I looked down at the white tile floor. I did not want to
lie down on it.
“Come on,” he prompted and sat down on the floor.
I sat down facing him. “Now what?”
“We have to lie down facing each other head to foot, with
our heads at cock level,” he clarified.
We both lay down on the cold hard floor and pointed our limp
dicks toward each other’s mouths. He tentatively began to
kiss my dick. He took it in his hand and held it as he
kissed it, and then he began to lick it up the shaft a
little. I followed his lead and did the same for him. Then
he began to kiss and lick the head of my cock, rubbing it
around on his cheek a little. I followed his lead. I felt
his dick getting hard in my hand, against my cheek, against
my lips. It was pretty big and pretty hard now, and it was
a little exciting. I felt my own dick getting hard in his
hand, against his cheek, against his lips, against his
tongue.
“Let’s do it,” he said.
“Do what?” I asked stupidly.
“Put it in your mouth and suck on it,” he explained in
exasperation, as if to a child. “We’ll do it at the same
time, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed.
“Okay. One. Two. Three. Go.” He whomped down on my cock,
and I whomped down on his. We were sucking each other’s
dicks. And it was okay. It was kind of nice. I started
appreciating it, savoring it. He was getting into it too.
I took it out of my mouth for a second so I could stare at
it, admire it. Then I whomped back down. I wrapped my arms
around his middle and pressed on his ass, urging him to feed
it further in toward the back of my throat. We were each
making lascivious wet slurping sound.
“How long do we do this?” I asked.
“Till someone comes in and catches us,” he explained. “But
you’d better not come in my mouth, you hear?”
“I hear,” I said. But now that he mentioned it, I was
feeling a little bit ejaculatory. I wouldn’t mind shooting
out a hot load. I hadn’t fucked Hilda in the last week,
worrying about the physical, and I needed to unload my
balls. I was also starting to wonder what it would be like
if his hard hot dick started spurting out thick white cream
into my own mouth. What would that taste like? It was kind
of a sexy idea. My cock started getting even stiffer in his
Jacuzzi mouth.
All of a sudden it happened. The door opened. And it was a
soldier. Not another draftee. Not a lab tech. Not a
doctor. A soldier. I took my mouth off his cock for a
second and turned my head back. It was that compact, solid,
muscular sergeant. Sergeant Carl Merrill. I turned my face
back and swallowed Doug’s cock again.
“Well. Well. Well. What have we here?” he asked, coming
into the room and closing the door behind him. “It looks
like we have a couple of cocksucking faggots.”
Neither of us answered. We just kept sucking cock.
“I said, ‘It looks like we have a couple of cocksucking
faggots,’ don’t we?” He asked again, and kicked me lightly
on my butt.
“Yes, sir,” I said. “You caught us. We’re queer. If you
would just mark that on our papers, we’ll go home. We’re
sorry we bothered you.”
“Not so fast,” he said. “So you’re ready to go home. Ah
ha.” He studied the situation and smiled. “I’m not
convinced you’re really queer. You could be putting on an
act to get out of the military.”
“Oh, no, sir. We would never do that. We’re really queer,”
Doug asserted.
“Keep sucking,” he ordered.
“What?” I asked in consternation.
“You heard me. Keep sucking. I want to watch you suck each
other.”
He stood there smiling over my naked body, waiting for me to
put Doug’s cock back in my mouth. So I did. And Doug
swallowed mine again. Even with the sergeant watching us,
we were both getting into it. It felt really good. A hot
sucking mouth on my dick. The sergeant walked around us,
studying us from all angles, and began playing with the
large bulge in his army pants. Pressing it, and rubbing it.
He began to walk away. I tried to watch what he was doing.
He went into a closet and came out with a two-sided stand-up
sign. ‘Closed for Repairs’ it said. He opened the men’s
room door and stood the sign in front of it. Then he closed
the door and turned the latch. It was locked. He walked
back toward us. “Keep sucking,” he commanded. We kept
sucking.
Now he was playing with himself a lot. He drew down his
zipper and reached inside. He drew out a big red mean-
looking sergeant dick. It was so stiff and hard he had
trouble getting it through his zipper. He stood right
behind me and gave me a light kick on my naked ass. “Get
up here and suck my cock, faggot,” he ordered.
“Excuse me?” I asked. I was appalled.
“You heard me, faggot. Get up here and suck this dick. If
you’re really queer, that is.”
I had to prove to him I was really queer. I got up on my
knees, so that my mouth was pretty much at the same height
as his groin. I wrapped my hand around the angry red
sergeant dick. I bent my head forward and closed my mouth
around it.
Doug had moved around on the floor, so he could keep sucking
my own prick.
“Ah. That’s it, faggot. That feels good. Do you like my
dick, faggot? Do you like my big thick dick?”
“MMMM HHHHHMMMMM,” I assured him, as I continued to suck on
his big thick dick.
He reached into his pocket and took out a small pager. As I
was sucking on him, he called someone. “Driggs. Driggs.”
“Yeah?” it answered. “Merrill here. I’m in the third floor
men’s room. You’d better get right over here. The door’s
locked. Knock three times.” He put away the pager and
grabbed the back of my head with his free hands, forcing his
cock into the deepest recesses of my throat. I choked. But
I gamely kept going. It was too late to stop now, and the
prize was within reach. Rejection. I would be rejected by
the military. How sad. How very very sad.
I was really starting to enjoy his dick when I heard a knock
at the door. Three knocks, that is. Knock. Knock. Knock.
He coldly pushed my mouth off his prick and walked to the
door, where he turned the latch, and standing with his
exposed stiff cock behind the door, opened it. Another
soldier entered. It was the lieutenant. The one who
wouldn’t listen to me when I said I was queer. Lieutenant
Edgar Driggs. Well now he would know.
“What have you got here?” The lieutenant asked the sergeant.
“A couple of nancy boys who like to suck cock. I thought
maybe you might like to get your cock sucked.”
“You know me. I always like to get my cock sucked,” the
lieutenant assured him.
They walked over and the sergeant stuck his angry red dick
back into my mouth. I noisily fed on it, as Doug continued
to suck my own dick.
Lieutenant Driggs was taller than the sergeant. He was not
as muscular. But he had a lanky gracefulness. He was a few
years older than the sergeant, also. He had black hair in a
short military buzz cut, and a five a clock shadow. With
too little hair on the top of his head, and a little too
much on his face, he looked dark. Dark and mean. “I’ll
take the other one,” he said to the sergeant. He pulled out
a large purple stiff dick, and walked around my body, where
he grabbed Doug’s hair and pulled him up on his knees to
cock level. “Suck my dick, homo,” he said to Doug. “And
you damned well better do a good job. You hear me? You
hear me, faggot?”
“I hear you, sir,” Doug said. He chomped down on the large
purple pole. I think Doug was getting a little frightened
now. And so was I. These guys were a little mean.
The men’s room was filled with the sound of two wet mouths
slobbering over two large military dicks. Both soldiers had
our heads in a vice, as they forced us down upon their
turgid instruments. They were both breathing heavily and
“Aaahhhing” a little too.
“I think some of the higher-ups might be very grateful if we
let them in on this. Don’t you?” Driggs asked Merrill.
“You’re right. We should share the wealth. It’ll look good
on our next evaluation report,” said Merrill. He took one
hand off the back of my head and reached into his pocket
again. He drew out the pager and began making calls.
“Captain Argus. Captain Argus.”
“Yes?” asked the pager.
“This is Sergeant Merrill. Could you come to the third
floor men’ s room right away, sir? The door’s locked.
Knock three times.”
“Roger,” said the pager.
Sergeant Merrill made a second call to a Major Forbes who
also agreed to knock three times. Then he put the pager in
his pocket, but instead of grabbing the back of my head, he
used both hands to open his belt. As I was sucking, he was
stepping out of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and
pulled it off. He lifted his undershirt over his head. He
dropped his pants and underpants to his ankles and stepped
out of them. And while I was sucking him, he unlaced his
shoes and shucked them off. Then the socks. Then he was as
naked as we were. Lieutenant Driggs followed his example,
move for move.
There were three knocks on the door. Merrill pushed my head
away again, and moved behind the door, before unlatching it.
The first one in, I learned later, was Captain Argus. Argus
was in his early forties, and was a big guy. He also had a
little bit of a beer gut, and his head was bald. He smiled
when he saw Doug and me naked on our knees, with Driggs’
cock slamming into Doug’s mouth. Driggs smiled back at
Argus. Before Argus could say anything, there were another
three knocks on the steel door. Merrill opened it again to
quickly admit Major Forbes. Then he closed the door and
turned the latch. He walked barefoot back across the room,
and lifted my mouth onto his dick again.
Major Forbes was in his early fifties. A career soldier, if
ever I saw one. He was very tall, and very powerful
looking. He had salt and pepper, black and white hair, in a
short military cut. I noticed a gold wedding band on his
finger as he began stroking his cock through his pants.
“Are they good cocksuckers?” he asked.
“This one’s pretty good,” said Driggs, in praise of Doug’s
oral abilities.
“Mine’s pretty good too,” admitted Merrill. I felt
flattered. I was getting a gold star on my first
cocksucking effort.
“Let me try this one,” said Argus, displacing Driggs in
front of Doug’s mouth. He opened his zipper and dragged out
his hard meat, and forced Doug to chow down.
“I’ll take this one,” said Major Forbes. He dropped his
pants and underpants to his ankles, and when he had worked
his dick into a nice size hard-on he stuck it into my mouth.
Merrill, displaced, needed something to do. He walked
around my body and surveyed it. He seemed to have decided
on something. He walked over to the sink and covered his
hands with liquid soap and water. Then he came back and sat
down on the floor behind me. A wet soapy finger started
flicking around on the outside of my butthole.
“Hey,” I protested.
“Shut up and suck that dick, faggot,” ordered Major Forbes,
and he slammed my face down on his rod, until my nose was
buried in his pubic hair. I choked and gagged, but he just
kept slamming it in. I was so busy trying not to throw up
that my attention had left my ass, but it was quickly
brought back when the soapy wet finger started digging
through the entrance and snaking inside my rectum. “MMMMM,”
I argued angrily, but that didn’t stop Merrill. He just
stuck a second soapy wet finger inside me.
Driggs was impressed with Merrill’s spirit of initiative.
He decided that was a good idea for him too. He went to the
sink and soaped up his own hands, and moved behind poor
Doug, who now was about to get the wet finger too. He made
token incomprehensible protestations also, just as I had,
but Argus slammed his face down, and the finger went in.
Merrill withdrew his finger from my ass, and he and Driggs
nodded to each other. They both got up and went over to the
sink where they lathered up their large erections. Oh, no.
I didn’t want to get fucked. I started to struggle, but
Major Forbes gave me a vicious slap across my face, and bent
down to twist my arm behind my back. I didn’t dare take my
mouth off his dick.
When Doug heard the slap, he must have stopped sucking for a
second, because all of a sudden Captain Argus was slapping
him viciously back and forth across each cheek. I saw tears
start to form in Doug’s eyes as his mouth was forced back
onto the fleshy battering ram. What had we gotten ourselves
into?
Sergeant Merrill walked behind me, and pulled me up from a
kneeling position. I was now on my feet, bent at the waist,
with Major Forbes’ demanding cock in my mouth, and now my
ass was sticking out, as Merrill’s soapy finger dug into it.
He stepped behind me and started to press his soapy steely
hard-on against my protective ring. The soap was working.
Little by little, I felt my defensive circle spreading
around the invader, which was moving into my inexperienced
chamber.
I gargled in pain around the Major’s mouth-marauding
fleshspear, as the other spear lanced forward into my rear.
“AAARRRGGGHH,” I screamed. But now it was all the way in,
and I felt Merrill’s scratchy bush against my cheeks. Then
he withdrew the rod a couple of inches, before slamming it
back home. It was starting to move in and out a little more
easily now, but it still hurt like a motherfucker.
Merrill’s hands grabbed at my hipbones and started pistoning
my body on and off his cock. Forbes had my face in his
hands and was using my mouth to jack his dick. I was being
roughly used by Forbes and Merrill. Two feet away I heard
another “AAAARRRRGGGHHH,” and saw that Doug was being
roughly used by Argus and Driggs. I could see the root of
Driggs’ giant hammer as it slammed in and out of Doug’s ass.
Doug stumbled forward a little bit, and Argus steadied him,
putting his cock back into poor Doug’s mouth. Driggs
stepped forward a foot, following Doug’s ass and reinserted
the large knob which had fallen out. He began fucking
Doug’s thin behind again, and I was fascinated with the
swaying of his giant balls as he plunged forward and drew
back. They were practically the size of tennis balls. I
was wondering what it would be like to suck on those things.
“Let’s switch,” said Forbes to Merrill. “ I want to fuck
his ass a little while.”
“Yes, sir,” said Merrill, saluting his superior officer.
“Same here,” said Argus, pulling Doug’s face off his dick.
Driggs eased his cock out of Doug’s ass and saluted the
Captain.
Now Driggs and Merrill went over to the sink and washed
their dicks in the liquid soap and water. We were getting
those dicks in our mouths now and I was grateful that the
soldiers were concerned with sanitation. Forbes and Argus
stripped completely. Forbes rammed his dick home into my
slightly-broken-in ass. Argus jammed his dick not too
gently into Doug. The two of them were already hammering
away inside us when Merrill and Driggs moved before us
demanding blowjobs. I still had a cock in my mouth and a
cock in my ass. It’s just that they were switched.
It’s funny. The cock in my mouth was starting to taste
good. I think little streams of pre-cum were leaking out of
it onto my tongue. It was sort of tangy. Interesting. The
cock in my ass was beginning to be like an internal Swedish
Massage. Very relaxing. Very pleasurable. I must never
tell Hilda about any of this. She certainly would never
understand. I started to experiment with my assmuscles,
squeezing them around Major Forbes’ long dick.
“Oh, that’s it, sweetheart. Tighten that ass. Squeeze my
big dick,” Major Forbes encouraged me. I did. I must
really be doing a good job, because now he was calling me
sweetheart instead of faggot.
“Let’s get him on his back on the floor,” Forbes said to
Merrill. Merrill withdrew his cock from my mouth, and
together they flipped me over onto my back on the cold hard
tile floor. Forbes knelt between my upraised legs, and
began to feed his cock into me. We were facing each other,
and I looked into his eyes as the cock slipped in. Merrill
stood back and watched the scene. Driggs and Argus didn’t
flip Doug, but they lasciviously watched Forbes fucking me
missionary style.
I felt Forbes balls slap against my asscheeks as he stroked
in. I was really liking the feeling now. I raised my butt
up to meet his strokes, and tried to give him a really good
fuck. As he banged me and banged me, he wanted to make a
second connection, and he lay down on my upper torso, and
stuck his tongue into my mouth as he hammered.
I sucked on his tongue and wrapped my legs around his strong
pile-driving ass as the pile pierced deep inside me. I
lowered my arms and put my hands on his powerful buttcheeks
helping him to penetrate me as I raised my hole toward his
pointer. A straight thrust. Wonderful. Another straight
thrust. This was fucking.
I was thinking in my head, “Fuck me, man. Fuck your whore.
Make him feel your cock right up to his belly button. And
kiss me. Keep ramming your juicy peppermint tongue into my
mouth. Sweet. Sweet. Oh, daddy. Fuck your little boy.
Fuck your little boy. Yes, daddy. Oh, yes daddy.” That’s
what I was thinking. But I didn’t say it. I prudently kept
my homo thoughts to myself. I was afraid they might all
come and beat me to a pulp if they knew how much I was
getting to like guys. Guys and dick. Dick. Lots of dick.
“I’m gonna cum,” Major Forbes yelled to the whole room.
“I’m gonna shoot my hot white spunk into this queer’s hot
hole.”
“Yeah, fuck him,” urged Sergeant Merrill.
“Yes, fuck him. Come up his ass,” said Argus.
“Shoot your hot load up his faggot ass,” added Driggs.
Major Forbes started pounding me in a frenzy and I wrapped
every part of my body around him, inside and outside. I was
about to get my first assful of mancum. This was really
exciting. “Oh, fuck me, daddy. Come in your little boy,” I
thought (to myself of course.)
It was nice being a little boy again and having a big strong
daddy take care of me. I didn’t realize how much I longed
for that. The major’s big tool swelled in my behind and
starting jetting out sprays of manseed. My asshole drank it
up thirstily. I pressed on his ass with my hands as his
cock spasmed in my hole.
“I’ve got my daddy’s cum in me. I’ve got my daddy’s cum in
me,” I silently jubilated.
Major Forbes eased his cock out of my ass, and my ass
suddenly felt very lonely. But not for long, because
Captain Argus said. “I’m gonna fuck his ass now. That
looked real good.”
“Yes. Yes,” I thought to myself. Argus went over to the
sink and cleansed his stiff penis. He got it good and
soapy. Then he came back and knelt on the floor between my
legs where the major had been. He started sticking his
prick into my dribbling hole.
“It’s going in real easy,” Argus said to Forbes. “You got
it nice and slick for me.” He began an in and out movement,
and it was so smooth. I wrapped my legs around Argus’ ass
now. “I’m fucking into your cum,” he said to Forbes.
“How does it feel?” Forbes asked him.
“Real good and real easy and real warm and real wet.” He
started to really plow into me, and I wrapped my arms around
his back. Now he started to kiss me. It was lovely. I
could hear the wet sucking sounds in my asshole as he
stroked in and out. Those sounds, those lips, that cock.
It was all making me so hot. My cock was crazy hard. But I
didn’t want to come yet. If I came, I wouldn’t want to get
fucked anymore, and I still wanted to get fucked. I wanted
my new man to come inside me. To give me his hot special
cream. I wanted everyone to fuck me. Everyone.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH,” Argus kept moaning, and the sounds were
spilling inside my kissing mouth. Suddenly his legs shot
out behind him stiffly and his ass started jackhammering.
The sweat from his face was dripping into my eyes.
“I’m shooting,” he screamed. “I’m shooting my wad in his
ass.”
“Give it to him,” encouraged Forbes.
“Flood his faggot guts,” said Driggs. And he did. His hot
liquid started jetting out inside my asshole. I had a
second load in my belly. And it was hot, and it was
fantastic. I closed my assring around his dick, milking out
every drop.
“Oh, that’s so good,” praised Argus. “This faggot’s the
absolute best fuck. His ass is dynamite. Just dynamite.”
He gave me one last dry kiss on my lips and moved away from
me.
“Now me,” said Driggs moving into top position. I couldn’t
have been happier.
My first male fuck, and it was a gangfuck. A great
gangfuck, by strong handsome masculine military men. I was
a little boy again and I had a lot of authoritative
demanding daddies.
“I wanna cum in his mouth,” said Merrill. “Let him suck me
while you fuck him.”
“Okay,” agreed Driggs. He took his cock out of me for a
disappointing minute and they flipped me over on my stomach.
I was now lying on the floor with my naked ass in the air.
Merrill got on his knees in front of my face, and eased my
open mouth over his prick. He had me by my hair and lifted
me on and off his sweet dick. I took as much of it as
possible. I gradually schooled my throat to open so that I
could get the tip way back there, and finally my lips were
buried in his bristly bush. I moved up and down on his
angelcock.
Driggs, meanwhile, seemed to be entranced with my round
bubbles. He started patting them, and pinching them. Then
he bent his head down and started giving me little bites all
over my buttocks. I could feel his wet tongue between his
teeth. Finally he lifted his face away from my spheres and
began to slap them hard. He was spanking me, and it felt
good. It felt bracing. It stung a little, but I wanted
more. I raised my ass to signal him to continue. He did.
He began slapping me with both hands. Hard. It was
starting to really hurt now. My ass was probably very red.
“AAAGGGGHHH,” I started making protesting noises around
Merrill’s dick, and I started circling my ass around. Not
because I wanted more now. Because I wanted him to stop.
To cease and desist. Enough. He kept smacking me. He was
a little bit of a sadist, and he was really enjoying this.
Finally, fortunately, his hand started to sting so he
stopped. He blew on it. That’s how I knew it was hurting
him. He stretched out on top of me and I supported his
weight on my sore asscheeks. His cock slipped inside and I
was getting fucked. I could feel him hunching his ass on
top of me, working his dick into my slick sloppy hole. I
redoubled my oral efforts on Merrill’s erectile tissue, and
he humped up into my throat, which was now getting a little
sore.
“My balls are gonna explode,” screamed Merrill. I closed my
mouth around him to get as much suction as possible, and the
hot liquid started speeding through his tube and jetted down
my throat into my stomach. After about five sprays, he
started to withdraw his cock from my mouth, and I could
taste the sixth and seventh spray on my tongue. It was
tangy. It was nice. I rolled it over my tongue and savored
it.
I loved the feeling of Driggs’ giant tennis balls hitting
against my asscheeks as he hammered into me. I still would
have liked to lick them all over. I had never seen balls
like that on anyone. Maybe it was a deformity, but it
turned me on like crazy. I felt his penis rubbing against
all the walls of my ass. East. West. North. South.
Northnortheast. Southsouthwest. My ass was not a passive
receptacle. It was very active. I was using it to pleasure
Driggs. I rubbed my asswalls all around his sweet dick.
“What a sweet pussy,” yelled Driggs. “What a great faggot
asscunt. This is the absolute best. Oh, baby. Work that
sweet ass for me. Fuck my big cock. You want my cum in
your faggot ass?” he asked me. “You want me to shoot my hot
load in your little tight faggot hole?”
“Yes. Yes,” I screamed. I couldn’t be silent anymore.
“Shoot your sweet cum into me. I want your hot
soldierjuice. Give it to me. Come on,” I yelled almost in a
delirium. My ass was moving around so much it must have
looked like it was on acid.
“GGGRRRRROOOWWWW,” screamed Driggs as he started flooding my
insides with his firehose. I looked across the room at
Doug, who was watching me in fascination as he pulled on his
dick. He was sort of being left out of all this. I was the
one they had chosen. I was proud. Proud and happy. Happy
and contented. Contented and well-fucked. But I still
wanted more.
When Driggs took his cock out, I started spiraling my bottom
around in a frenzy. “More. More,” I said. “Please. More.”
“He wants more,” said Forbes to Argus, shrugging his
shoulders, and shaking his head. I guess he had never come
across such a slut before.
“I had enough,” said Forbes.
“Don’t look at me,” said Argus.
“What about him?” suggested Merrill, nodding toward Doug.
“Yeah, fine,” said Forbes. “Let the queer fuck the other
queer.”
They grabbed Doug and laid him out on top of me. I could
feel that his dick was stiff. Good. Driggs was over by
the sink, washing off his cock. Doug lifted his ass and
positioned his cock at the entrance to my royal palace.
Then he entered. Oh. It was nice. My royal palace
welcomed the handsome prince. As I moved my palace around
Doug’s prong, squeezing it, caressing it, I called over to
Driggs. “Could I suck your balls, please? I wanna suck
your balls.” He laughed and came over. He knelt in front
of my face and fed the enormous ostrich eggs into my mouth,
one at a time. I slobbered over them. I loved them.
Meanwhile Doug was having a wonderful time threading his
dick in and out of my ass. He began biting my neck as he
fucked me. I would probably have a hickey. Hilda would be
very suspicious.
I slobbered over Driggs’ tennis balls. Fifteen love.
Thirty love. Love Love Love. I loved those balls. Doug
was really biting me now. He was making obscene noises on
top of me, and I felt his dick swelling in my ass.
“I’m cumming,” he screamed. “I’m shooting inside his
asshole.”
And another quart of semen shot into me. There was so much
inside me now that there wasn’t room. It started flooding
out around Doug’s cock. And when he took his cock out of
me, the cum just gushed out. All over my balls. All over
my thighs. All over the floor. Wait till the janitor came.
I just hoped no one would slip and fall before he got there.
Driggs removed his powerballs from my mouth and stood up. I
lay there in an out-of-body state, my mind floating on a
series of cotton clouds. As Doug and the soldiers started
getting dressed, I hobbled over to one of the stalls to
expel the rest of the cooling liquid. Great. There was no
door on the stall. I couldn’t stand going to the bathroom
in front of other people, and I realized that the military
latrines were built like that. No doors. No privacy.
Thank god I would be getting rejected, queer that I was.
I wiped my sore asshole, and looked at the paper. Good.
Just wet. No blood. I came back to where my shorts were
lying and pulled them on.
“Come on. Hurry up,” ordered Driggs. “You guys have got to
get your physicals.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, horrified. ”We’re queer. We
told. We showed. We proved. The army doesn’t want us.”
“Oh, yes it does,” said Major Forbes. “The army wants you a
lot. The army wants your sweet hot ass.”
“But you don’t want a queer in the shower. No one wants to
shower with a homo,” I argued.
“Oh, yes they do. The guys love to shower with a homo.
They can get rid of all their frustrations and tensions
right there in the shower room. They can get sucked, and
fuck a tight asshole. The guys are crazy about homos.”
“But unit cohesion,” I stuttered. “ They always say fags
are bad for unit cohesion.
“That’s not true. Fags are really great for unit cohesion.
All the other guys unite behind a shared endeavor. Pork the
Pansy.
“But it’s common knowledge that homosexuals are unwelcome in
the U.S. military,” Doug lectured.
“That’s the story we put out. But we’re happy to accept you
guys. In fact, if you want out, you have to earn your
discharge. You have to fuck and suck for it,” Merrill
gleefully illuminated us.
“We want you,” said Driggs, putting his arm around my
shoulder as if we were best pals.
“The U.S. Army wants you,” assured Argus.
“Uncle Sam wants you,” added Major Forbes.
Who was this Uncle Sam? I wondered if he had a big cock.
We left the men’s room. Merrill took the ‘Closed for
Repairs” sign and put it back in the closet, and we all
walked down the hall together, back to the examination area.
Driggs’ arm was around my shoulders, squeezing me
affectionately.
Oh, god. I was perfectly healthy. I would pass the
physical. I would be accepted. I would be a common private
in the army. No more advertising job. No more Hilda. I’d
be living with a bunch of hooligans in an army barracks.
Hmmmm. A bunch of hooligans. Maybe a bunch of handsome
hooligans. Maybe a bunch of powerful demanding sexy demi-
gods who would want to play daddy. I could visualize myself
lying naked on my cot at night with my ass up in the air,
and those handsome hooligans would come over, and start
feeling my asscheeks, and sticking their fingers in my hole.
And then they would make me suck cock, and then one by one
they would fuck my ass. Or maybe even two by two.
I wondered how soon I would be called after I passed my
physical. Lying naked on my cot in the barracks while all
the other guys gathered around, and……..Hmmm.