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(Military / scat)
MILITARY MADNESS 3
The two were alone in the supply shed, busy rearranging boxes of ammunition. Bending and setting down one of the heavier boxes, Sergeant Stadler exerted a little too much. He inadvertently pooshed out a long, hissing fart...practically right in the private's face! It wasn't loud--it was a hissing, gaseous thing that immediately filled the small shed with that unmistakable aroma!
"Uh, sorry, Kittinger." The sergeant blushed at his inability to hold his own.
"OH YEAH, SARGE, DO IT AGAIN. PLEASE!" he cried, eagerly sniffing the air. "That's wonderful!" he gushed, going crazy over the fumes.
"Aw, quit kidding. I said I was sorry."
"Sarge, I'm not kidding," he whispered. "Drop your trousers and fart one up my nose!" He brazenly rubbed his crotch as he knelt there.
The sergeant looked accusingly at the young guy. "PRIVATE? ARE YOU QUEER?"
"No, Sarge. I just love hot, smelly farts. Come on, we're all alone. Please...do it in my mouth. I'll...I'll lick your ass if you will."
"You wanna smell my farts and lick my ass...but you're not queer. Who the hell you think you're kidding?"
"Sarge, I really get off on them, honest. I've been away from my girl for 3 months now, and that's the first fart I've smelled that wasn't my own. Boy, it was a doozie! What a stinker! Can you do that all the time?"
"KEERIST, PRIVATE! You act like it was fuckin' roses. It was putrid! Fuckin' Army chow. You nuts or something?"
"No. Daisy Lou farts like that. Gives me a big boner every time. Once, when we were 69ing, she farted so much I passed out!"
"Well, if you're not queer, how come you said you'd lick my ass?"
"Oh, to get you to do it again. I'll do anything for another one of those farts! I don't mind. I'll blow ya, too!"
"Ummm. You serious? Suck me off...lick my asshole...just to get a fart in your face?"
"Sure. Long as I can jack off while I smell your farts!"
"Kittinger, I think we might be able to make a long-term deal out of this. Pooch up your lips, kid, I feel another one coming on!" Quickly, he rustled with his belt and turned his ass as he wrenched down his pants and pushed his naked rump back to the private's face. "Say, how do you feel about taking prick up the kazoo?"
"I said anything, Sarge. Wow, you got a BIG asshole! You ready, or you want me to lick it first?"
"I'm ready to blow. How about licking 'n sniffing at the same time?"
Kittinger grabbed the buttocks and spread them apart. "YEAH!"
Later.
Kittinger came across the sergeant in the latrine.
"Hi, Sarge. Takin' a dump? Mind if I smell?"
"See if anybody's around."
"All clear. OK?"
"Sure. Come on over and stick your head back there. I'm ready to do it." He leaned forward in the seat and rested his hands on his knees.
The private knelt down and put his face back to the sergeant's buttocks. He licked the cheek all over, then got his nose down between the seat and the squatting butt. Sergeant Stadler squeezed out a couple of Private Kittinger's favorite farts. He heard the young man sniffing them up from the bowl, then began to shit. Several turds dropped into the bowl, and the private continued to take whiffs of the fragrance.
"Oh, Sarge, that's lovely!"
"Mmmm, that felt good! Ya like that, hunh? Hey, since you lick my ass to smell my farts, how about licking it now?"
"N-now, Sarge?! A-after you've shit? But..."
"Listen, you want me to keep fartin' for you?"
"Y-you know I do. But I already lick ya and suck your dick...and let you plug my tail for it..."
"So? Now I'm changing the rules a little. Besides, I think you'll like it." He lifted his ass off the seat and turned it slightly. "Here, lick it off for me! Rim me, Private! Rim the shit off my hole!"
"Well...OK. But I'm not gonna like it." Kittinger twisted his face into the asscrack and licked up and down the greasy valley, tasting the sergeant's light coating of shit. The Sarge reached back and held his cheeks apart, letting the guy dig in there.
"Yeah! Now ain't that better than your girlfriend?"
"I don't know, Sarge. I never tasted her shit...just smelled her farts! C-could you hold it open a little more, maybe?"
"Heh! Heh! Jackin' off, hunh? Sure, man...here you go! Clean that crap off my asshole. Dig right in there!"
Kittinger cleaned the asshole thoroughly, deciding it wasn't so bad and well worth being able to smell the Sarge's farts all the time. He remembered the time they were all in the field on maneuvers. Sarge had made some excuse about the back of his pants being caught on some shrubs and not wanting to rip them. He called Kittinger over to check it out. Nobody thought much about it, nor paid much attention, but when the Private got down behind the sergeant, he was suddenly rewarded with a long, quietly-hissing rank fart! Just as quietly, smiling to himself, Kittinger sniffed the gassy aroma and nearly fell back in a spasm as he came in his pants!
Now here he was, licking the shit from the man's hole, and happy to do it.
"OK," Sergeant Stadler gasped, "now get between my legs and give me a blowjob!" He pulled up his pants--leaving his cock out--and sat back down on the toilet seat as the private got in there and started to work his mouth up and down the fat shaft. He'd taken his prick out and was masturbating while blowing.
"CRIPES!" Sperling cried, coming upon them. "Uh, sorry Sarge!" He blushed, and started to leave.
"Corporal, get over here! Keep going, private, he's already seen it. Sperling, I want you to keep your trap shut about this."
"S-sure, Sarge!"
"Just to make sure, Kittinger's gonna blow ya! He'll blow ya once a week as long as you keep quiet. Deal?"
"But Sarge!"
"Quiet, Private. You want thrown out of the service on a DD?"
Sperling quickly analyzed the situation, getting a boner from the action Kittinger was doing...and the sight of both men's hard pricks. "He do this all the time, Sarge?"
"He does whatever I tell him to do," the sergeant smirked proudly.
"Does he want to? This ain't coercion, is it, Sarge?" he suggested.
"Hunh? No, Sperling. It ain't like that. He does it cause he wants...well, let's just say he wants to. Now you want that blowjob or not?"
"Hold on, let me jam the door." He quickly returned, beginning to rustle his pants open, and draw out a long, skinny, extremely hard one.
"He'll be done in a minute," the Sarge said, eyeing it.
"Yeah, best we keep this a secret, Sarge. You could both be drummed out of the service if this gets out. And I'll certainly keep my mouth shut for a weekly blowjob, but I think you oughta be the one to do it!"
"What?! Are you crazy?" Sergeant Stadler gasped.
"No," he replied, calmly. "Kittinger likes it too much. I dig havin' a guy go down me that doesn't want to. You don't want to, do you, Sarge?"
"You got that fuckin' right! I'm no cocksucker!"
"Here, wrap your lips around this, Sarge. You'll like this one. It's hot and tasty, and sure better than ruining your Army career, hunh?"
Stadler let out a huge sigh, hearing Kittinger giggling around his dick, getting a big kick out of it. Ignoring it, he stared at the impressive cock, then reluctantly put his mouth over it. He knew he was in no position to refuse, and the mouth working on his hard prick was also making the inevitable seem less disgusting.
Like most guys, he'd wondered what sucking a guy's prick would be like. And, like most guys, he'd never had the nerve to try it. This wasn't the situation he wanted to be in for that test, but he decided to make the most of it. He only hoped that Sperling's 'weekly blowjob' could be administered by Kittinger in the future...maybe.
Sperling stood with his pants down to his ankles and his hands on his hips, enjoying the sight of the tough Sarge sucking him off. Kittinger was also taking delightful peeks while the Sarge blew cock for the first time. It made him work faster. Kittinger wanted the sergeant's farts...and maybe Sperling's from now on. He didn't mind blowin' the Sarge for 'em, but he sure missed his girl, Daisy Lou.
It didn't take long for a chain reaction to begin. Sperling's cock began to throb in the sergeant's mouth. He grabbed the man behind the neck and forced him to keep his mouth going while he shot a big wad over his tongue. Having no choice, the sergeant gulped it down. The warm, slimy cum was so foreign and exciting, it caused his own prick to send streams of jizz down Kittinger's throat! Readily accepting it, the private took long sniffs, smelling the turds still laying in the water between the man's legs, and blasted his own load against the porcelain!
Coming from the Mess Hall, the Sarge was accosted.
"Sergeant Stadler! Meet me in my quarters in an hour."
Stadler gave a snappy salute. "Yes, sir!"
Surely this was routine. He knocked on the Major's door in precisely an hour. He was quickly let in, surprised to see the Major dressed in a robe, and holding a cocktail.
"Come in, Sergeant. Have a drink?"
"Uh, sure, Major. Thank you, sir."
"Biff," the handsome man began, holding out the drink, "have you been blowing the men?"
"NO, SIR! I mean, uh...NO, SIR! W-whatever gave you that idea...sir?"
"Relax. This is not an interrogation. I understand that you've had at least one prick in your mouth. A very long, skinny one by chance?"
Stadler let out a loud sigh. "That bastard!" he muttered, and slunk into a nearby cushy chair, spilling his drink. "He promised..."
"Then you admit you enjoy sucking cock?"
"NO! I don't! I...I did it a couple of times, but that's only cause I had to! I didn't have a choice. It was...to avoid this."
"Not quite. It was to avoid being court martialed, Biff. This is entirely different."
"W-what do you mean? Uh, sir." He was slowly getting suspicious.
"Cut the sir crap, Biff," the Major sat down in the chair next to him, and rested his hand on the sergeant's knee. "I understand you have a nice, fat cock!"
"Major?" He looked down at the hand fondling his knee.
"You're not in trouble, Biff. Sperling's been...let's say a special friend. He informed me of your attributes. Fact is, he's been screwing my ass on a regular basis. Now, don't get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoy that long spear shoved up my ass. But I've been craving one with a little more...girth, shall we say?"
"But Major, I..."
"Call me Stan."
Stadler gulped. "Uh, Stan...I'm no faggot."
"That doesn't matter."
"B-but...I don't wanna be used like that!"
"But you don't mind using Kittinger, do you?"
"He's no faggot either...exactly."
"Now, listen...Sperling's told me how Kittinger sucks you, and licks your asshole and all. He said you even debase him by farting in his face! Now while that's certainly conduct unbecoming, on your part, I personally find the situation rather intriguing. Perhaps he's reluctant, but I find it hard to think that being forced to do such things to a man of your powerful masculinity is exactly hard duty. In other words, I don't feel sorry for the little fruit. He's lucky!"
"M-Major...Stan...I don't force him. He came on to me. He digs my farts! He's not queer, he...well, he does those things to keep me happy. Maybe I do kinda suggest he do them, but..."
"But he doesn't mind, right? No wonder. Now how'd you like to plug that fat pole up my ass?"
"Sorry, Stan...I'm just not interested."
"OK. I tried suggestion. Now let's try blackmail. Seems that worked with Sperling, so I'll try it. I intend to have your prick up my ass, Biff, and this is easier than begging. You like your career in the Army, right?"
He stood up and dropped his robe, leaving him naked, with a long floppy cock hanging between his legs. Stadler was surprised at how well the man had kept himself. The Major spun around, and knelt on the carpet, sticking his ass up.
"Come on, plug me!"
"B-but, Stan...I..."
"Oh, sorry. You want me to suck you up first? Here, let me help you out of that uniform. Don't know what I'm thinking of. I'd like to suck that big prick. Guess I'm just so anxious to get fucked, I forget all the fun in the preliminaries."
"Stan? You...you want me to fuck you? I don't have to do anything else, just...just plug your butt sometimes?"
"That's it, stud! And I'll do all those things Kittinger does to ya, too...with more pleasure as I understand it. I'm not so sure about those farts of yours, but what the hell. If a straight boy can get so crazy over them, maybe I'll give 'em a try!"
Stadler shucked his pants and sat back down, spreading his legs. The Major crawled between them and grabbed the fat meat. He laved his tongue over it, licking it noisily. It was up... hard and ready..in no time at all. Stan bent lower and started to suck on the man's balls. The sergeant layed back and drew his legs up, lewdly exposing his asshole.
"Here you go, Stan, baby. Suck on this for a while!"
"Oh, fuck yeah! Push that muther out. Damn, you sure got a big one, Biff. Nice and big and fat! I love suckin' a fat asshole!"
"Kittinger said it was big, too. I don't know. I don't go checkin out guys' shitholes!"
"Well, I do. And that's a beauty! Hold your legs back so I can get at it!" He pressed his mouth onto the anus and nursed it open.
"AW, SHIT! OOOH, MAJOR...SUCK MY ASS! WHEW! You do that to Cpl. Sperling that good?"
"Smaaack! Mmmm. Wish I could, but he's got a tight, pink virgin thing that just doesn't want to give. Your fuckin' stink-hole just opens right up! You been gettin' fucked, Biff?"
"Not a chance, Major! Just naturally that way, I guess. Now quit praising it, and get back in there and suck it out!"
"Mmmm, LUSCIOUS! If you find you have to fart, Sergeant, go right ahead."
The Major's enthusiasm proved to be more than his abilities, however. He wasn't naturally a fart-smeller, and when Stadler let go with one of his 'specials' into Stan's face, the guy nearly fell over!
"HOLY FUCK!" he gasped. "Kittinger must be a real pervert to get off on that. Jezzus!" Nevertheless, he took one more long lick over the anus before wetting down the fat cock for his butt fucking.
Ready to plug his cock into any available hole, Stadler knelt behind the man and rammed his cock full-force up the Major's asshole! He met no resistance, and after a couple of gasps of surprise, Stan began to thrust his bottom back, eager to get every fat, throbbing inch imbedded into him. The way he worked his ass muscles soon had Stadler's cock tingling with wildness. Kittinger was a good fuck, but he was nothing compared to this experienced man with the educated asshole!
"Aw, fuck me, Biff...jeez! Fuck me harder!" He buried his head in his arms. "OH, WHAT A WONDERFUL FUCK! We oughta get Sperling over here so you can suck him off at the same time!"
"Unh! Fucking hot ass of yours is wild enough I wouldn't complain! Yeah, drink his hot cum! And I'm no cocksucker! Oooh, yeah, ride me Stan. Fuck yourself on my big prick!" He held the guy's hips and helped him pound his ass back. "I didn't know the Army could be so much fun!" The sound of balls slapping against asshole reverberated in the room as Stadler took out all his Army frustrations on the Major's ass and plugged him mercilessly! -----------------------
Catching the two off-duty privates in the latrine handling each other's privates, Sergeant Murphy ordered them to perform heavy maintenance work the next day. At the end of that hot, grueling afternoon, he called them into his office.
"Alright, you horny faggots, you know I can have you discharged for that little episode, don't you?"
"Yes, Sergeant, but..."
"We were only messing around, Sergeant. We're not fags, we were just real horny and agreed to give each other a handjob. You know how it is."
"I do, boys, and that's why I've decided to make the punishment fit the crime while giving you both another chance."
"Gee, thanks, Sarge!"
"Don't thank me yet. Now both of you strip down!"
Nervous and shaken, they realized their predicament and complied.
"Drop the skivvies, too, and stop clowning around. When I give an order, you obey without any hesitation. I don't care what kind of expression you get, but keep your opinion to yourself and just do it."
"Um, okay, Sarge."
"I guess we don't have any choice or alternatives, do we?"
"Nope. Unless you consider a Dishonorable Discharge an alternative."
"No. My family's all military. My old man would kill me."
"Yeah. If my old man even thought I was a queer, he'd probably kill himself!"
"Tonelli, on the bed and lay back. Now grab your kneecaps and pull your thighs back as far as you can."
The young recruit did as he was told, his face blushing beet red as he lewdly exposed his moist, hairy asscrack. He stared in fear when the Sergeant got close and bent his face down there.
"Oooie!" the Sergeant cried after blatantly sniffing the kid's crack. He'd even pressed his nose right against the stinky asshole while smelling it! "Yeah, that's what I wanted. That's why I had you two jokers sweating it up all day--so you'd come back here with your asscracks dripping and stinking real nice. Walters, get over here and crouch down. I wanna see you lick that hairy asscrack real good, then stick your tongue up his big rosey asshole and tell me what his shit tastes like."
Walters started to cry out a refusal, but quickly trans- formed his complaint into a muffled groan. Free to show any expression, however, he certainly seemed the epitomy of a guy in agony over something quite disgusting. Nevertheless, he slowly began to crouch down.
Tonelli grabbed flung his legs back, eagerly awaiting a rimjob.
"Hold it!" the Sergeant cried, suddenly grabbing him under the armpits and yanking him to his feet. "On second thought, kneel down there. And try to keep your buttcheeks tightly together. I don't want all that smell escaping and letting the air dry your crack. Neither does Tonelli, cause he gets to lick all that goodness next."
Something about the affair being a mutual humiliation allowed Walters to feel better about the whole thing. He sighed inwardly and pushed his face into the pungent valley. As the sergeant directed him, he took a while to just smell it-- running his nose up and down the wet crack and over the hairy asshole. As repulsive as that was, he wished it could go on a lot longer because he knew what was coming next.
"Okay, that shoulda fired you up enough," Sergeant Murphy laughed, "now start licking. Lick everything. Up and down, that's it. Wash his sweaty crack. Now circle around that juicy hole in the center. You know the one...the wrinkled one that hundreds of spicy, greasy turds have come sliding out of. Recently, perhaps. LICK IT! That's it. Dig right into those purple wrinkles and clean 'em out. Mmm, looks real cheesy from here. Damn, what a lucky jerkoff you are. Now suck his hole. Pull it between your lips and suck on it!"
Walters followed every order. He'd never been so revolted over something more than he was over what he was being made to do at the moment. He was constantly willing back the desire to wretch. Lucky for him...and somewhat amazing...was the fact that the longer he performed the filthy act, the more his sense of nausea subsided. He considered it rather a fortunate tragedy. Fortunate that he felt better and might be able to endure the ordeal...tragic that doing something so sick and perverted was becoming marginally acceptable.
"RAM YOUR TONGUE UP HIS ASS AND LICK IT OUT! RAM IT IN THERE! FUCK HIS SHITHOLE WITH YOUR TONGUE AND TASTE WHAT'S UP HIS GRUNGY RECTUM!"
The sergeant's obscene outbursts nearly nullified any progress his mind had made, yet it was truthful. He was sticking his tongue up his friend's ass, fucking it, and it certainly was grungy in there. Hell, the outside was no party! Jeez, all he'd wanted was to get off when he'd suggested they jerk each other off. Another dude's hand might be a little queer, but it sure beats doing it yourself all the time.
After chewing it out for a good time, he was pulled back by the hair.
"Alright, don't get to liking that too much, or I won't be able to hide this incident cause you'll be sucking ass in the barracks! So, how'd his shit taste? You can speak."
"Taste? Taste? Are you fucking nuts, Sarge? TASTED LIKE SHIT!" Walters growled.
"I know it tasted like shit, butthead. What I want to know is did it taste like good shit that a lick now and then wouldn't be all that bad, or did it taste like you were eating out a camel's ass and you'd suck off twenty thousand cocks if it meant you never had to taste it again."
"Twenty thousand!" Walter gasped. "I don't know if I'd even like one, I've never had a cock in my mouth. Even if I did...oh, hell, I don't know, man. I've never licked shit before, either. Can't I just say it was fucking awful?"
"Sure. That's good enough," the Sarge nodded, "as long as you can explain why your prick's standing up hard as a rock."
Walters hadn't even been aware that he'd gotten an erection. He blushed as red as Tonelli had earlier, and hung his head. The Sarge patted it.
"Now, now, that's okay, son. Only natural getting a huge boner when you stick your tongue way up a pal's bunghole. I just want to know if it's because of the taste or simply because stuffing it up a guy's ass was so exciting."
"Aw, gee!"
"Okay, never mind. You guys trade places and we'll see if Tonelli can come up with a more insightful explanation. Hmmm, that's rather juicy looking. Think I'll take a nice, hot suck on it first."
The Sergeant took Walters' prick in his mouth and noisily slurped on the fat knob. Then he twisted his head beneath it and began to sniff.
"Nuts stink real good, Private. Almost as good as Tonelli's asshole." ---------------------
CAMP PENDLETON, CALIFORNIA:
The man stroked the shirtless, young non-com kissing his medals, before moving behind his desk and sitting down.
"Sergeant Scott, you still butt-fucking the recruits?"
"Yes, sir, Colonel, sir!"
"Whipping 'em into shape, hunh?"
"More like licking them into shape...sir."
"Rank does have its privileges," he chuckled. "Dumb hunks and pretty-peckered kids come to be gyrenes. So how 'bout it? You got a nice juicy one for me?"
"Well, got this Georgia boy, blond, fresh off the farm and hung with a fat piece of meat that'd make the Commander-in- Chief himself drop his drawers...if you'll excuse the expression sir."
"Hmmm. Sounds like he'd look good barefoot in overalls. Did he bring any with him? No matter, I got one in the wardrobe. Bet he's got a nice white butt with a sweet pink hole in between, hunh?"
"Big and luscious! Big round butt, big puffy asslips. Just the kind you like sucking on, Colonel sir!"
"Guess I don't hafta ask if he can be had. Obviously you've had your face up close enough to thoroughly inspect him! How's that shithole taste, marine?"
"As good as it smells, sir. Makes you wanna eat a mile-long turd out of there!"
"Interesting thought, Sergeant. Just an expression, or have you been perverting these boys beyond accepted limits?"
"Just getting in my licks, sir. Lonely soldier tends to dream a little, that's all."
"Send him round to my quarters about 8:00."
"Yes, sir. I'll have him showered and ready."
"Just have him ready...fuck the shower! As a matter of fact, pack him up with gear and make him march around long enough to build up a nice healthy sweat. A Marine's balls are best when they're gamey."
"Boy, that's the truth! I mean, I'll have those nuts dripping for you, sir!"
"Good. And quit playin' with yourself, willya! Standing there like a horny 12-year-old fiddlin' with your crotch! Go on out there and fuck my Adjutant or something. Get it out of your system before it interferes with your duties."
"But..."
"Just tell him I said so. Lieutenant Thorson'll throw his legs up for any Marine cock. That's why he joined up. Guy's got a sweet butt...you'll like it. Tickle his nuts and he'll lick your ass! Or is it the other way around? Whatever. Just show him that honkin' sausage of yours and he'll do anything you want. I think he drinks piss, too, but maybe that's just a rumor. I haven't tried him at that...yet."
"D-drinking piss? Jeez!"
"Well, aren't we just the prissy virgin. Marine piss is good enough for any real man! It's good enough for sailors-- I know that for a damned-sure fact!" he chuckled.
"Y-you've pissed in sailors' mouths...sir?!"
"Oh, yeah!" He settled back in his chair, thinking about the past. "Back when I was a sergeant I had a real thing for sailors. That was when they still had their sexy bell-bottoms that showed off their swell asses. Guess that's why they changed 'em. Those poor swabbies couldn't take their eyes off each other's butts! Anyway, my big thing was blowing sailors. I was never happier than when I had a big Navy dick in my mouth or was licking the salty crystals off their buttholes! Mmm."
"S-so, where does the piss come in?"
"Hell, I don't know!" He sat up. "Maybe they like it cause it's salty. All I know is it never took much to talk a swabbie into letting you piss down his throat! Guess every service has their quirks, hunh? Sailors drink piss and Marines take it up the ass. This is the service that separates the men from the boys...with a crowbar! Army has the best cocksuckers, and we don't mention what the flyboys do when they take off those shades!"
"Uh..." Sergeant Scott stood there thinking, idling fiddling with his dick, "what about the Coast Guard guys
"Fuckin' jerkoffs! Now get busy, Sergeant. Or you gonna stand there and come in your fatigues! I want that farmboy balls-assed naked and humping my mouth by 8:30!"
"YES, SIR!" He saluted and about-faced. Closing the door, he gave Lieutenant Thorson a big grin. -------------------
War-weary Captain Braddock, just back from Guam and ready to take over the first batch of new post-war recruits, hears a commotion in the latrine. He decides to check it out.
"What's the problem?" he addresses the two soliders who suddenly hop up from the toilets against the wall and salute ...one bare-assed naked, the other with his pants around his ankles. Both with roaring erections at attention.
"SIR!"
"I asked what the problem is, Corporal."
"It's...it's Pvt. Perkins, sir. He was w-watching me take a dump."
"Perkins? You some kinda shit-smelling fag?"
"Oh, no sirree! I don't think so. Don't rightly know what that means. Just never seen an outhouse like this. It bein' so open n' all I figgered we was supposed to learn how each other did it."
"That's absolutely preposterous, Perkins. But coming from you, it's almost believable. You, uh, can sit back down. So what did you learn?" He stifled a grin. "And why the boners?"
"Well," Perkins began seriously, "he kinda lets some out then squeezes it off...and keeps doin' it like he don't wanna let it go. Don't rightly know why we got stiffies."
"Sirrrr!" Thompson whined, hurriedly wiping off.
"Relax, Corporal. This is interesting. I gather you two haven't met, or you'd realize Perkins is a bit of a doofus from the back hills of somewhere. I don't think he means any harm. Wipe up and you can leave."
"T-thank you, sir." He raised his trousers and took off in a blurr.
Captain Braddock got a slight grin on his face and walked over to the toilet Thompson had just vacated from...and in. His turds were still in the bowl. The Captain didn't bother to flush them. He calmly dropped his trousers and sat his naked butt on the seat.
"Well, Perkins. Let's see what your assessment is of my manner of defecation."
"Sir?"
"See if I do it differently. Go ahead, get down and put your face right back there for a good look."
"Um, yes sir. If you say so." He started to pull on his pants.
"No, that's alright...leave them off."
Perkins knelt behind the bowl, surveying the Captain's arched buttocks...waiting.
"All comfortable, Private?"
"Y-yes, sir...ceptin' for the stink."
"Soldier learns to accept that. Are you also studying smells?"
"Don't rightly know whut I'm supposed ta study, sir."
"Well, take a deep breath and try to remember Thompson's smell. Got it? Okay, now flush so it doesn't interfere with mine."
Perkins pushed down on the handle, splashing water on the Captain's balls.
"Oh, okay, here it comes," the Captain arched his back and leaned forward, making his bottom prominent and exposed. He began to shit a big dark turd. "Mmm, sniff it, Perkins, sniff it."
"Y-yes, sir," he breathed in the heady fumes, nearly choking.
"Gawd, feels like a big one! Is it a big one, Perkins?"
"Sure is, Captain!"
"Yeah. Hell, take a taste test if you want."
"S-sir?"
"LICK IT! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
"Golly! If you say so, sir." He bent his head across the seat and stuck out his tongue, thinking the Army sure was strange! The Captain was shitting real slow and the private began to lick it...right at the point where it was coming out of the officer's asshole. He could tell it was slowly moving along his tongue.
"Aww fuck, you're doing it!" He tried to look over his shoulder.
"Yeth, thir!" he licked and licked.
"Whew! How's it smell?"
"Uoh, like thit thir...bhut bedder!"
"Okay, get back and watch...I can't hold it any more!" His hot turd bolted from his asshole before Perkins could move. He'd licked all the way along it and he now found his tongue stuck there as the dirty anus clamped onto it. Then he pulled away, smacking his lips like a dutiful soldier...he thought.
"Okay, what's your assessment?" The Captain sat back.
"Sir?"
"How did I shit?"
"Well, sir, seems you kinda do it slow like cause you like the way it feels spreadin' ya open so much. Guess that's why you let it go for so long, hunh? Like ta wait til it gets big and fat and even hurts a bit? Then ya shoot it when you can't hold back."
"Did it smell better than Thompson's...er, different I mean?"
"Weren't as strong, no sir, not as strong at all. Smelled like he had a dead rat up his behind. Yours was much more normal like. Weren't hard on the nose at all, sir."
"And the taste?"
"Don't know, sir. Never tasted one before. Looked like a chunka hard rocks, but...hot and soft once yuh getchur tongue on it. Do...do I hafta do this often? Sir?"
The Captain felt remorse at having taken advantage of the poor slob in his perverted moment of passion. He turned to the kneeling soldier. "No. No, you didn't even have to do it then. I just...hey, how come you've got a big boner sticking up there again?"
"Gosh, sorry sir. Just come up while I wuz lickin' ya!"
"Pretty impressive there, Perkins. Say, I'll be honest. You didn't have to do all that. If you promise to keep all this to yourself, I'll...I'll take you off!"
"Sir?" He looked confused. Braddock misinterpreted it as being coy. "Alright, alright. Listen, I won't fuck around. This could mean my career. I shouldn't have given you that order, so I'll...I'll do the same to you...then I'll take you off. You gotta take a shit, Private?"
"Y-yes, sir. That's whut I come in here for."
"Okay, then...I'll lick your t-turd. But do it fast, alright?"
"Ain't no problem there, sir. Gotta go bad!"
"Can you hold it? Think I'd like to take care of that fucker first!" He knelt on the tiles and put his head down into Perkins' crotch, taking his rammer right down his throat on the first stroke.
"UH! CAPTAIN! What're you doin'?"
"Takin' you off, you dumb schlub! What'd you think? Gonna give you a blowjob!"
"Oh. Hot diggity! So that's what a blowjob is. We used ta call it 'sharesies'."
Like he'd been blown before, Perkins began to pump up into the man's hot sucking mouth, tempted to grab him by the hair and work his head like he used to do to his cousin Luke.
But the Captain was doing fine on his own. He loved sucking off the young soldiers when he got the rare chance. Perkins had a great prick and he was perfect for a possible long-term arrange- ment. He sucked the boy silly, gulping down his monstrous load while twiddling his balls.
"Alright...ummm...grab hold of that seat and put your butt over this one. Take your dump and I'll lick it, then we gotta get the hell out of here. We can talk later."
"Doncha want me to return the favor? Fellas always wanted yuh to do it back where I come from."
"You suck? Good, but we'll hafta do that later, too. Come on, pump that turd out!"
"Yes, sir!" He got into position, his uniform trousers dragging along the floor. He pushed his butt back, aiming it over the other bowl, and prepared to let loose. "Should I do it fast or slow, sir?"
Nervous now, and anxious to get out of there, Braddock took a good look at the private's very private place and said, "Slowly, very, very slowly. Damn, you got a fine ass, soldier. I just gotta lick it first!"
He smothered his face between the boy's cheeks and started to tongue his hole. Captain Braddock loved licking out soldiers' assholes nearly as much as he loved blowing their sturdy cocks. Perkins was pale and smooth with a soft, cushy butt that demanded tongue-work. A few soft, golden hairs lined his pink anus, and the officer licked everything. But the youngster'd said he had to go bad, and as soon as Braddock stuck his tongue inside he found himself licking on the boy's turd!
Braddock had never licked on a guy's turd before, but he couldn't pull away. Instead, he wrenched the kid's cheeks apart and let the sonofabitch come out. The soldier tried doing it slowly. It was long and wholesome and the man licked the entire length of it. He even licked the boy's gaping hole afterward.
That was when they were interrupted. A few seconds might have saved them the embarrassment, but the Captain obviously had his face up the boy's ass, and the noisy way he was licking made it all evident.
"Braddock! What's the meaning of this?"
"Colonel! Uh, we...just...it's the Army's new Personal Defecation Research Program, sir!" he blurted, feeling foolish.
The Colonel stood there with his hands on his hips, calmly surveying the situation. "I see. I haven't been advised of that program yet. Perhaps I should become more involved. CURTIS!" he cried. A sentry soon appeared in the doorway. "Sergeant Curtis, post guard and see that we're not disturbed!"
"Yes, sir!" he saluted, glanced around, and spun on his heels.
"Now," the Colonel dropped his pants. He didn't even bother to move over to one of the toilets, he just bent his big ass over. "Guess you fellows had best get a sample of mine. Right? I said, right?"
"YES, SIR!" they crawled over.
"Gawd, I love catching soldiers queering each other! Bout the only chance I get, with the position I'm in. LICK MY ASS! Both of you."
Together, they scooted their faces up to the man's bare buttocks. Braddock knew the position he was in...besides being on his knees. Perkins just thought it was part of some strange Army protocol. He followed the officer's movements and began to lick the man's bottom.
"Oooh, yeah. Give you boys a hefty one! What luck, finding a couple of kinkers." He let out a long, hissy fart that threatened to stink up the whole room. "Woops! Sorry, fellas. Couldn't hold that one back. Blow it away and keep licking... I'm about to shit."
"Wha...what'll we do with it sir? A-after licking, of course."
"Grab it in your hands, Braddock. Do whatever you want... you're the shit-lickers!"
"But, sir, I'm not! W-we're not."
"Pardon, Captain, but I guess we are," Perkins reminded him.
"Oh! Oh, shut up and lick, you dummy!" Braddock was perplexed.
The Colonel chuckled to himself. He didn't know what had transpired before, but he knew he had them ready to be obedient and this was something he'd always fantasized about doing. Ah, the power of command!
He bent over further and helped by reaching back and spreading his own buttocks. He got a glorious feeling...not only from taking an urgently needed crap and enjoying that... but having 'subjects' at his bottom doing his bidding! He felt their tongues.
"LICK YOU MAGGOTS, LICK!" he ordered, recalling his days as a DI.
The two 'maggots' licked nose-to-nose. Braddock had his hand out to catch the flaming turd. The smell was hot and pungent--surprisingly not as bad as the man's fart. Perkins seemed even nonchalant at it. He licked all over it, neither disgusted nor aroused. He just wanted to be a good soldier.
Braddock, on the other hand, was quite disgusted!
The Captain had just found a new, enticing diversion, and here the Colonel had to come in and made him rethink it. He knew he had to do it, so he bucked up and tried to remember the taste and smell of the young private's earlier turd. That experience was still so strong and exciting in his mind that it worked. He began to lick salaciously!
Plopping out the last of it with a blubber, the Colonel commanded, "Somebody lick my hole clean. Dig in. Slosh all around. Don't make me have to wipe!"
Perkins backed off because the Captain was obviously taking this responsiblity upon himself. Actually, Braddock was entranced with his hot remembrances, enjoying the stink and taste.
"Okay." The Colonel turned. "Now we know what you'll do...somebody stick a prick in my mouth. Anybody wanna blow me?"
"You...you already came, private," Braddock said, nervously, scooting his butt to the edge of the toilet seat, "best you get down there and suck him. I'll..."
"Yes, Captain, you'll feed my face. Quite nicely, I see."
Braddock looked down to see he had a tremendous erection. He blushed, hoping the Colonel didn't think it came from licking his turd. It had been the memory of young, tasty shit. He held up his hard prick. The man instantly engulfed it to the hairs!
Perkins, no virgin to sucking a hard cock, obediently scooted forward and sucked the man. It wasn't real long, but it was thick. It reminded him of his uncle Ferd's goober. Uncle Ferd always had a bone-on. He'd suck it while Luke sucked on his. Then Luke would suck on his pa while he sucked on Luke. That was fine, cause Luke's juice tasted better and his pa was gooder at suckin'.
At any rate, he was doing a fine job on the Colonel's prick. And Braddock certainly had no complaints. He sat there, pumping into his senior officer's hungry mouth--face-fucking him. He held back nothing. He knew a dedicated cocksucker when he had one on his prick. Fuck Army protocol...this man wanted a big load down his throat! He gave it to him in short order. Perkins jammed his face down on the man's rigid cock and received a warm, bitter deluge of cream. No problem, he'd taken Uncle Ferd's bitter jizz before...many times. He gulped it down. The Colonel stood and stretched, his lazy prick hanging satisfied.
"Soldier!" he addressed Perkins gruffly. "You're promoted to Corporal. You, Captain, considering your decidedly perverted appetites in this man's army being totally contrary to military ideal...will be transferred to my personal staff. I intend to have that cock on a regular basis. I presume you like to FUCK?!"
"I love to fuck, Colonel, Sir!" he gulped.
"Good. Any man that would suck the shit from my hole must be a good fuck. Come to my quarters in about an hour."
"Y-yes, sir!"
"Um, bring him along, too, if you need something to twiddle with."
"Thank you, sir. I...I love twiddling with him!"
"Splendid. I'd think I'd like to see him fuck you. Hell, maybe I'll make him a sergeant!"
"Do...do you perhaps see a promotion in my future? Sir?"
"Depends. Let's see how well you plug my ass...Major!" -----------------------
The General dropped his trousers and sat his fat ass on the pot. Spreading his legs, he ran a finger down there until he located his objective. With his other hand, his started flogging an already stiff, thick truncheon. Circling, rubbing, and finally probing--he brought his hand out and put the finger to his nose. Then he thrust it into his mouth and sucked it.
"Damn, I love the taste of hot shit in the morning!"
He dug in again--deeper--and shook his head.
"Ah, man! I'm not gonna waste this beauty in the toilet! Oooh, I touched the fucker up there. Fat and juicy. And... whew!" He sniffed his finger again. "Stinks like the dickins. Hot fuckin' turd like that should be licked by someone. Since I'm the only one around, I guess it's just you and me, baby!"
He got up and took his clothes off. Arranging the two door mirrors for a good look, he squatted down. Looking back, he talked romantically to his turd about the good time they will have...all the while he's watching it shit from his enlarged asshole.
"Oooh, hi there big fella! You're a sturdy looking chap. Oh my, you got lots of sticky honey on you. Your Colonel's gonna treat you right, don't you worry, sugar. Give you a nice tongue bath, then maybe a hot suckjob. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Mmmm! Of course...a pretty, long thing like you. Yeah, you're a big stud turd! Reminds me of that one of Pvt. Carpenter's. What a doozy! Awww, don't get jealous, hon. Just hold on. Wanna plop you right out, but you look so damned good stuck up that wrinkled old sludge hole of mine. Better give you a hand, there, so you don't break apart, hunh? Oh wow! You're so warm and slippery. Wait'll I show you what you're doing to my prick. Got the juices running, my lovely. I'll smear some on you and lick it up with your honeydew! AAAH, THERE!" He held it as it finally squished out. "Now you just rest right there, darling. Yeah, Daddy could just eat you up!" -----------------------
The dark Prince layed across the pillows, fondling his large erection that stuck up through his robes, as we spoke of a truce. He called a halt to the procedings for a moment as he called a young white boy over to him--some youngster he'd probably captured and taken into his harem. The boy didn't seem in the least unhappy, however, as he rushed over to the handsome man.
Bidding him kneel and bend, the Prince lifted up the boy's robe in back and slipped his finger into the boy's bottomhole! Digging and probing inside, he wormed his finger lewdly up the child's arsehole, spreading and widening it. The boy didn't seem to mind, and even thrust his bottom back to facilitate the man's searching.
I'd heard of the Prince's infamous sexual proclivities before, but I couldn't believe what he did next.
"Aha!" he declared, carefully pulling from the dank cavern a small, glistening turdball--resting it on the tip of his finger. Smiling, he pressed it to his puckered lips and sensuously sucked it into his mouth, licking his finger clean! "A sweet delicacy from the West. Your culture does have some abiding delights." He slapped the boy playfully on the rump before he scurried away. He smiled, swirling the precious morsel over his tongue.
I stared in shock at his behavior as he looked my body over.
"Youngsters are special, but I've always wanted to try a white man such as yourself. Your British uniforms bring out the trimness of your bodies and the color in your eyes. Perhaps after the negotiations? Tell me, have you ever experienced the pleasures of another man? I shall offer you my lips, hands and ass. I should like to have you deeply imbedded up me as you grunt and drip sweat upon me. Now where were we?"
He teasingly left the subject on that note, knowing it had fired my imagination and left me with an intense erection that was plainly visible! He laughed when I tried to cover it up.
I allowed his seduction. The silky interior of his body thrilled me beyond measure as I indeed grunted and sweated above him in the stifling desert heat. Even the boys fanning us were of little relief. But it mattered not. I plunged eagerly into his velvety ass as we made ancient, perverted love on the floor of his palace and sealed the truce between our two cultures.
A part of our agreement was that he'd relinquish hold on the captive white boys. Surprisingly, with a wide gesture of his hands and a devilish gleam in his eyes, he quite willingly ascented. But when it came time to arrange the boys for departure, they balked--totally refusing to leave their new- found life of constant pleasure in giving service to the Prince and his men! I acquiesced to their demands, having seen them perform for, and with, my fellow officers.
Upon my return to London, I was informed by the Home Secretary that I was assigned to be the official liaison to the Prince's kingdom--at the Prince's insistence--and that it would require periodic visits to the region for on-going relations. I certainly had no reluctance at accepting the position, and hoped for on-going relations with the Prince. My officers, also, wished to be assigned under my command. No wonder, the way they'd carried on with the captive boys and the desert boys and young men available in the Prince's palace and outer tents.
Now, previously, none of us had considered ourselves inverts. But we were British soldiers, goshdammit, and able to adjust to anything in the service of King and Country! Under the pretext of helping negotiations to avoid a tribal war, we shined our buttons and took the next ship to Persia. -----------------------
Finally! Our first chance to get off base and relax from the grueling pressures of Marine boot camp. A whole group of us headed for one of the local bars catering to the military and got shit-faced. Some of the women weren't too bad so guys were coupling up with them. I was eyeing a little cutie, but so far not had the nerve to approach her.
I went to the head to piss, hoping to get up my nerve on the way back. Inside, I saw a couple of funny things. Amazing, actually, considering the MPs probably made regular rounds of the place. A lot of guys just seemed to be hanging around, not doing their business. Off to the side I saw two sailors. One was going down on the other, sucking his prick right out in the open! They turned their heads when I walked in, but other than that they simply ignored me...not even stopping what they were doing...and only slightly trying to hide it. One of the new recruits in my outfit, Len Sampson, was standing at the urinals alongside a young sergeant. They weren't pissing. Even though the head was fairly busy, they both had the other's erection in their hand and were jerking each other off! They also gave me curious glances, but continued on. I went into a stall to take my piss. When I came out they were gone. I saw them at the bar kinda cuddled up close together.
Seemed like some of the guys were getting so horny they were even grabbing each other! Boot camp sure can be lonely, but that seemed to be going overboard to me. The whole atmosphere was strangely sexual, and it definitely spurred me on to go talk to that girl. Anyway, she was very pleasant, but I knew somehow that things weren't going to go much past a nice conversation. Still, that was better than nothing.
Later on, when the place was really packed, I excused myself to take another piss, but found the line was very long. I really had to go bad, so I dashed out the back door to piss in the alley. To the side was a dumpster, so I quickly ducked behind it.
I wasn't alone. There was the sergeant and the recruit going at it again! This time, they had their pants down. The Sarge was bent over, holding his butt cheeks apart, and the kid was crouching behind him with his face buried up his ass! I couldn't see much, but the sounds made it very plain that he was thoroughly eating out his asshole!
"Mmm, mmm!" the recruit kept moaning into the crack, licking and slurping like crazy. Obviously, he wasn't being forced to service the man's higher rank. He was pounding on a very stiff boner of his own. Just then, the Sarge turned his head and looked back over his shoulder, urging the kid on with dirty words.
"Smell it and suck it, Marine! Yeah, eat out my grungy man hole!"
Then he saw me standing there with my mouth open, holding my crotch because I had to piss so bad. "You again? You must want to join us, then, hunh?"
"N-no! I...I just had to piss real bad. The line's so..."
"Ah. Step over here and do it against the wall. I dig watchin' young Marine cocks squirtin' piss! Especially while I'm getting my asshole reamed out by a horny new recruit like this."
I had no choice. It was either that or piss my pants. I moved near him and pulled out my cock--with my back to him.
"Come on, fella. No harm in watching. Lemme see you do it."
True, I guess. I shrugged and moved slightly to my side. "Y-you guys queers?" I blurted out...sorry the minute I said it. He only laughed.
"Naw, kid had a terrible itch on his tongue. I told him the only remedy was the bitter-sweet taste of a Marine's shithole!"
"AH, SARGE! IT'S ALL SWEET! Push your craphole out so I can really drive my tongue up there. Man, this is what I joined the Corps for!"
The Sarge winked at me. "Oooh, you oughta latch onto him sometime. Sucks a mean ass! Go ahead...piss. I'll blow ya after if you want."
"SERGEANT?!" I gasped.
"You're surprised? Didn't you know 80% of the Marine Corps are cocksuckers? We love to take it up the ass, too. We just don't tell our wives," he laughed.
"Really?" I was astonished, not sure whether to believe him.
"Sure. You oughta sneak into the latrine late at night. Won't have any trouble finding someone to take care of that honker of yours. Ever given a guy a blowjob?"
"N-NO!" I cried, involuntarily pinching off the stream of piss I'd finally begun to splatter the wall with.
Probably thinking I was finished, he grabbed for it and stuck it in his mouth! I gasped and tried to pull away, but he held me tight and reached in and began to fondle my balls. I couldn't help it--honest! I continued pissing. Some squirted from his mouth, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he held me tighter and began to swallow it all down!
"Guess I misjudged that, hunh? Damn! Never did that before!"
"T-then why did you...keep doing it?" I asked, confused.
"That was Marine piss, kid. Not a damned thing wrong with tasting a jarhead's stuff...nothing at all."
"Boy, that's for sure! Fuckin' yummy!" the kid pulled away.
"You really mean that, Sampson?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah! When I was back on the farm I caught this Marine on leave just off the side of the road in some bushes taking a shit. I just stood there watching him and got a big boner in my pants. I was 14. The guy made me do all kinds of filthy things. That's when I decided to be a Marine! Want me to suck your ass, Corcoran?"
"Uh, no. Maybe I oughta go back inside," I said nervously.
"And waste that great boner you've got?" the Sarge pointed out.
"Come on, drop your pants and we'll eat you at both ends!"
"Um...I don't think so. But, uh, thanks for the offer."
"Come on, stud. Just consider it part of your basic training. Ain't nobody gonna demand reciprocation. That'll come later on."
"Huh! When?" I asked, sarcastically. "After I let guys get in my pants and then they gang up on me-sayin' I owe them?"
"Naw. You'll get 'gung ho' on your own, I figure. Forget all that. This is definitely a freebie, son. Just helpin' a fellow marine get his rocks off. That's what we do best when we ain't fightin'!"
Sampson scooted over and undid my belt, grabbing a feel of my cock first. He looked up at me, sensing I was ripe for the taking. I must have been. I was standing there with a hardon instead of running away.
Fuck it, I was a Marine! Not a scared little rabbit. Even though my throat was dry, and his touch made me shiver uncomfortably.
"Yeah, lemme be the first to suck your ass, Corcoran. Nothing like getting your first rimjob from a pro." He winked at me. "How do I know you never had it done before? Cause if you had, you'd be bending over double right now!" he laughed.
A few minutes later I knew what he meant. I felt so lewd and nasty leaning against the wall with my butt thrust back, grinding my asshole over his ravenous mouth! He had his face crammed up my crack, using his hands to spread my cheeks apart. I sure hoped nobody else came out the back door. His slurping was loud enough to be heard down the block! Sarge wasn't staying out of it either. He reached around the back and around the front, fondling my hanging balls and stroking my stiff cock. He maneuvered himself between me and the wall. Maybe knowing I'd shoot pretty fast, he bent down and took Sampson's prick into his mouth. It was sticking straight up in his lap while he ate me out, and I guess the man couldn't resist it. I watched him energetically blow the kid for a few minutes. Then he twisted his head around and up, and began to lick my nuts! I giggled a bit, thinking maybe these two were really sailors from the way they were swabbing me down...swabbing my deck!
They really had me groaning and muttering to myself. Jennie Lee back home had never done this to me! Even that whore in Tucson didn't do much more than lick my knob while she jacked me off. Bitch said she had a sore throat or something. Boy, was I naive!
It didn't take long before the Sarge reached around and took over the duty of holding my buttocks open for Sampson. He pulled me close, letting my cock go right down into his throat. He held it there, using his tongue to flutter across that thick vein on the bottom.
Then he backed off and began to bob his head back and forth. Each stroke went deep--every fuckin' inch! His nose was grinding into my pubes and I even felt his tongue on my balls a couple of times!
I rested my head on my arm against the wall, delirious at the way those two mouths were working me over. "Unh, unh, unh!" I moaned, feeling the first twitches--knowing my balls were tightening up. Remembering how the Sarge had taken my piss, I felt no need to give him a warning. I just opened the sluices and emptied my balls down his throat in tremendous bursts of pent-up cream! I'd sure been saving it up recently, and came over and over. His cocksucking became noisier but he swallowed down every drop. He was the damned pro!
But Sampson was the catalyst--no doubt about that. He had my shithole open and pulsing from the way he was tongue-fucking me. He'd lick and lap, and continuously drive that thing deep into my rectum and wiggle it around. He had me so loose I thought I was gonna shit! Maybe it's a filthy thing to say about a guy, but I don't think he would have minded if I had. He never did say what filthy things that Marine made him do when he got caught spying on him taking a shit!
When I straightned up, leaning back to rest my tired, wobbling legs, the two of them quickly moved into a 'spoon' position. The Sarge was sitting back on his ankles--his huge, thick prick towering from his lap. Scooting back in a similar position, Sampson widened his legs to go around the other man's and rested back against the rough Marine's chest and impaled himself on that horsecock!
Pulling my pants up and getting decent, I saw the oblivious, glazed look in the kid's eyes. He was in another world as he rested his hands on his thighs and rode his ass up and down on that monster! Wanting to leave, I was too mesmer- ized. It was quiet out there. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the rhythmic squishy noises coming from their queer connection. I wondered how it got so wet down there. I hadn't seen Sampson getting rimmed...maybe the Sarge had put some spit on his cock. I'd sure hope so! I mean...
Gasping deeply, Sampson finally looked up at me. The pleasure he was obviously enjoying made his face look a lot younger and innocent. Not like a Marine at all. More like a Cub Scout getting porked by his leader. But that hard cock banging around between his legs sure didn't remind me of a Cub Scout! He wasn't even touching it, but I could see streams of pre-cum dribbling down his shaft.
Sarge caught my glance and smiled. "I'm gonna drop my load soon, kid. Why don't you jerk him off?"
I shuttered at the thought, but I couldn't deny their fucking like that was keeping me turned on. Biting my lip, I crouched down next to them and slowly put my hand near his crotch. Catching it on the fly, I wrapped my fist around his sticky pecker and felt it throb in my grip. That sort of excited me, and I began to rub the gooey juices over his knob and up and down the shaft. He gasped. Sarge gasped. Suddenly, I wanted to get the guy off. I wanted to see his cock squirt. Using the same technique I use on myself, I began to jack him off. I had a horny Marine's throbbing prick in my hand, and I was actually enjoying beating his meat!
Sarge let out a wild, deep-throated grunt, and jammed the kid's butt hard. Sampson squealed, and shot long, arching streams of jizz in the air! Four, five, six amazing blasts before the last one simply poured out of his cockhead and ran down over my squeezing fingers. It was warm, and I didn't even mind it.
"Oh, man!" Sampson gasped, easing my hand away. It was tender now, and I'd still been rubbing it. He giggled at the sensitivity. Then he raised my hand and licked his sperm from my fingers! "Thanks!" He lifted his ass off with a ploosh!, leaving the Sarge leaning back, catching his breath, staring down at his greasy, softening meat.
"Hey, any decent Marine would get down here and lick me clean."
Sampson gave him a little teasing glare. "Well, I'm all worn out, Sarge. Why don't you just suck it yourself?"
The sergeant chuckled, stuffing it into his shorts just as it was. "Kid, after fuckin' that sweet ass of yours, I'd do it if I could. Hell, com'ere. Lemme suck that jizz out!"
That was it! That was too damned much. I got the hell out of there just as Sampson layed back and lifted his butthole up to the man's face. I could hear vulgar slurping noises as I snuck in the back door to the bar.
I'll tell you later about the midnight romps in the latrine!
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