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         Thank  God!   Peace and quiet.   One week to go and then
basic  training would be over.   That didn't break my heart.    I
somehow did not take to this military life.  But it would be only
for  a  short while -- a very long 24 months,  and no  amount  of
rationalization  could possibly make it "shorter."   This was the
last  weekend  before "graduation."   Everyone had been  given  a
weekend  pass  -- that is,  everyone except me.   I had  to  stay
around  this hole.   The sergeant put the nix on my pass;  said I
had to be disciplined (whatever the hell that meant).

         As  I lay there,  staring up at the springs on the  bunk
above  me.   I wondered what I was going to do on a nearly  empty
base for three days.  Little did I know what was in store for me;
my time (and other things, for that matter) would be well filled,
as I found out later.  I pulled the T & A magazine that I'd stuck
under the pillow out and began once more to thumb through it.   I
fantasized  about  the overly large boobs,  what they would  feel
like  in  my hands.   A few of the pix showed guys shoving it  to
some  babe  strapped down or tied up.   Not much of  their  tools
showed,  though.   It was already in.   I was only mildly curious
about that,  though.   I'd wondered how big they were; and was it
really  hard.    The pix didn't look like the guys really  had  a
hardon.

         My  own  dong was large.   Even when it just hung  there
doing nothing,  it was large.   Sometimes it embarrassed me.   It
showed through my uniform.  No matter what I tried to do with it,
it  showed.    The other guys didn't seem to have  that  trouble.
But,  then,  they didn't have the equipment,  either!   Monday, I
suppose I'd have to listen to all the guys telling me about their
exploits -- how they screwed the whole weekend long.   It was the
same old bull shit every time after a weekend pass!

         Sure is warm.   Gotta take a piss.   As I got up, I took
off the tee shirt I was wearing;  wiped the sweat off my face and
chest with it.   Threw it on the bunk.  I headed for the latrine.
My  hollow footsteps echoed throughout the barracks as I made  my
way to the urinal.  I pulled out my prick, let it hang there as I
stretched.    A  steady  golden  stream  splashed  on  the  white
porcelain surface.  It felt good!

         The other door opened.   Footsteps approached.   I could
see without turning.   It was the Sarge.  He didn't say anything.
He just walked over to the long trough,  stood next to me, pulled
out  his pisser.   Damned if I was going to turn my head;  but my
eyes did wander down.   I wondered what size prick the prick had!
He  held it in his fingers.   Gently he milked it back showing  a
large  round  head.   It was a big piece of meat!   I  must  have
reacted (I think my cock lurched upwards -- I don't know).

         "What's the matter,  Recruit?   See something you like?"
he growled at me.

         "No, Sir."

         "You don't like it,  huh?"  he said as he turned towards
me, holding his limp cock up and pointing it at me.  I could feel
my  prick doing funny things -- why was it beginning to swell and
stand up?  "You don't like it, huh," he repeated as he opened his
fist  and just let it lay across the palm of his hand,  the  head
dangling way over the edge.

         Looking at it, I mumbled, "I guess its fine, Sir."  Boy,
it  was  fine -- and as I looked,  it seem to grow longer in  his
hand.   Nervously, I started to stuff my tool back into my pants.
It was too stiff now, and the pants were too tight.

         "Tenshun," he barked.   There I stood, at attention with
my dong pointing straight out at the Sarge.   "What's this?"   he
mockingly  asked  as he took my excited cock in his  other  hand.
Automatically  I looked down.   "Head and eyes forward,  Recruit.
You're at attention," he growled.   I could feel his hand closing
around  my cock;  I could feel it getting hotter and hotter as it
pressed  against his firm grasp.   He pulled it towards him.    I
moved,   like a toy pulled by a string.   I could feel  something
touching the head of it.   Looking at him, his eyes were lowered.
I  figured  he couldn't see mine if I looked down too.    He  was
rubbing the two cockheads against each other.  Mine was large and
swollen; bigger than his, though he was no slouch when it came to
being  well hung!   Grasping both cocks in one hand,  he took the
other and ran it over my bare chest.  "You're in good shape, boy.
Work out in your spare time?"

         "Yes,  Sir.   LIft weights,  Sir," I lied.   It had been
some  time since I had been to the gym.   But I used to work  out
all  the time and I did have a damned good build,  if I do say so
myself.  He pinched a nipple.  It made my cock jump.

         "You like that, huh."  he half grinned.  His rough touch
on  my  tool  made my balls swing back and  forth,   hitting  his
cockhead which was under mine, and then bouncing off again.

         "Like I said,  you need some discipline,"  he said as he
let  go  of me and stepped back.   "About face."    I  hesitated.
"About  face,  Recruit,"  he repeated.   I turned 180,  still  at
attention,   still  with my tool sticking out like a big  weather
vane.    "Parade rest,"  he growled.   Automatically my feet were
spread  the prescribed distance and my hands placed one over  the
other behind my butt.   I could feel his cock!   He was poking it
into my hand.   I slowly closed my fingers around the large round
knob thrust in my palm.   It throbbed.   It felt wet, sticky.  He
wasn't going to jack off in my hand, was he?  No, he wasn't.   He
sure  as hell,  wasn't!   I could feel his chest against my back,
the muscles in his chest rippled as he tightened them.   His arms
were  about my waist,  unbuckling my belt;  undoing the snap that
was  the  only thing holing up my pants.   They started to  drop;
they  were half way to my knees!   My boxer shorts were the  only
thing I had on above my ankles,  now,  and my roaring hardon made
it impossible for anyone to get them off.   Wrong.  He succeeded.
Gripping  the opening to either side of the base of my cock,   he
spread his hands.  With one quick motion, they tore open and fell
to  my feet.   His hot cock now throbbed against the cleft of  my
ass.    He had taken my wrists in his strong grasp and spread  my
arms to either side of me.

         "Grab  you ankles,"  he ordered.   I must not have moved
fast enough.   There was a loud slap: My butt stung.   "Grab your
ankles.  Assume the position," he added.  I did.

         Holding my ankles, I could see between my legs.  I could
see his boots standing close and inside mine.  Looking upwards, I
could  see  him massaging his now giant pole as he lubricated  it
with  spit.   I felt a finger reach between the cheeks of my ass,
probe  my ass hole,  slip inside and lubricate that,  too.   Then
there were two fingers.   I knew I should be scarred.  No, what I
should be is mad!   But, somehow, I liked this.   I got a strange
excitement  out of what was happening.   That was no finger -- my
God, that's his cock.  It feels enormous.  There was some pain as
he first shoved it in, but then there was only pleasure.

         The  well  developed tool slid further and further  into
me.   I found I was straining backwards to take even more.  Hell,
I was enjoying this!   I was getting fucked; and I liked it!  His
hands  reached  around my waist;  one took my balls and  massaged
them as the other gripped my rigid nine inch protrusion and began
pumping it.   I could feel that cockhead inside me growing longer
and  harder with each thrust.   We'd both move together,  ramming
that  hot  shaft  further and further up my ass.    My  movements
forced my anxious spear back and forth through his clenched fist;
my  cockhead ached.   God,  he's coming!   I could feel his  load
shoot deep in my guts.  I could feel my own load almost ready for
that long journey up my now giant prick.  I loved that feeling as
the  juices moved upwards the length of it and then exploded  out
that little slit at the end.  "Oh God, Sarge.  I'm going to cum!"
I  screamed  as  I rammed back as hard as I could on  that  still
draining  dick stuck deep up my convulsing ass.   I was going  to
get every last drop out of that bastard.   My cock spit.  I could
feel  load after load starting up that long cock still stroked by
his  tightly  clenched fist.   The explosions of cum  brought  no
relief.   More.  I wanted more!  White juice splashed all over my
face,  in my eyes, in my open mouth (it tasted good!).   I licked
my  lips,  gathering up as much of the white,  sticky stuff as  I
could.

         His tool wasn't stiff anymore.  It sure was big, though.
It filled me and it felt good.   My prick wasn't as hard now.   I
watched  the  long shaft dangle from Sarge's clenched fist as  he
continued to milk yet another load out of it.   I prayed it would
never stop.   Now it just dripped.  Oh God, Sarge was taking that
wonderful  thing  out.    I  could feel the swollen  head  as  it
retreated, sending new thrills shuddering through my almost spent
balls and cock.   Slowly he extracted it inch by inch.  I'm going
to  cum  again!   He could feel the juices rising in my cock  and
pointed it square at my yearning mouth.   White cum exploded from
the  round,  firm cockhead past my open lips and into my  throat,
almost gagging me.   It tasted good.   It tasted great.   This is
what I need -- discipline!

         "Oh,  did I tell you, Recruit -- Stand at attention when
I'm  talking to you."   I snapped to,  trousers around my ankles,
shorts torn off,  a tired warrior looking less like a weathervane
now,   than as an airport sleeve and no wind.   My face splotched
with  my  own juices.   Yes,  I stood at rigid attention.    "The
Lieutenant wants to see you at 1700 hours.  In his quarters."

         "Yes,  Sir,"  and then I tactfully added.   "Do you know
what for, Sir?"

         "Discipline, Recruit.  Discipline," he winked.

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         I couldn't get it out of my mind.   Looking at the T & A
magazine  I  had picked up,  I thumbed through one set  of  boobs
after another.   And yet,  all I saw was Sarge's hard cock; or my
own gun creaming all over my face.   Yeah!  This discipline stuff
may not be too bad at that!   I looked down at my crotch;  it was
bulging out to its full size just thinking about it!

         The pants were strangling my peter.  I reached under the
waist band to straighten it out.   Boy, that felt good!  Just the
touch  of my own hand on it added another full inch.   Now it was
hard  as a rock.   It sure felt good in my hand.   Enough of this
shit; gotta get going.  Sarge said 1700.

         Smoothing  my  pants downward,  the outline of  my  cock
still showed.  It felt like a cocked pistol.  Straightening up, I
threw my shoulders back.   The open collar uniform shirt strained
across my chest.  I knocked.  "Enter," came the voice through the
closed  door.   I did.   Reporting,  I saluted and then stood  at
attention.      Although   seated,    the   Lieutenant   motioned
acknowledgement.    For a moment,  he just looked me up and down,
not saying a word.   Leaning back in the swivel chair, he finally
said, "I've  had my eye on you,  Recruit."   His gaze had stopped
scanning  and  had  fixed on my crotch.   It was like  I  had  no
clothes on and he was staring at my tool!

         "From  what the Sergeant says,  you're shaping up nicely
(if he didn't stop starring at it,  it was going to shape up like
he wouldn't believe!).  "At rest."  His right hand dropped to his
crotch.    The  son  of a bitch is feeling himself up!    My  rod
stiffened.  He didn't flinch, just kept staring at it.

         He  stood  up,  came around the desk,  and leaned on  it
facing me.  Although he still had his hand partially covering it,
I  could see that he was well hung and getting ready for  action.
"Sarge has mentioned your achievements," as he looked squarely at
me.   His free hand moved forward, firmly gripping my crotch.  My
prick must have jumped a mile.   "Yes, I would say you're shaping
up fine, Recruit."

         The  door opened and closed behind me;  and then I heard
the bolt turn.   "Yes, sergeant, the Recruit here will fit nicely
into our operation."   The Lieutenant had released his grip on me
and was leaning against the desk his hands to either side.

         "On your knees, Recruit," the voice behind me commanded.
I complied.   I wasn't sure what was going on,  but Sarge's cock,
the  feel  of it inside me,  flashed across my mind.   "Open  the
Lieutenant's fly."   The Lieutenant just sat there.   From what I
could  see through the denim cloth,  his prick sure was large  --
and ready!  I reached up, fumbled with the belt and buckle, undid
the  waist band,  and pulled down the zipper.   He wasn't wearing
any shorts.  I could see the curly hair poking out.

         The fly fell open in a "V".   I could see the thick base
of  his cock,  but the rest was hidden down his pants leg.   "Get
that cock out of there," the Sarge's voice instructed.  I reached
inside  of  the pants leg and,  with some difficulty,  freed  the
Lieutenant's  growing shaft from its restraints.   "Now get those
balls out of there, too."  I lifted the sac underneath the arched
tool so it hung loosely.

         "What do you think of it, Recruit?"  Sarge asked.

         Looked up briefly at the Lieutenant.  "Keep your eyes on
the piece," he ordered.  "Sight right down my gun."  My eyes went
back to it, and stayed glued on it.   I could not believe them --
it was growing,  pointing straight at me.   "Describe the target,
Recruit.  Tell us what you see," the Lieutenant added.

         "I see a big one,  Sir," I blurted.   "I see the biggest
cock I've ever seen, Sir."

         "Keep talking.   Tell the Lieutenant all about it,"  the
voice from behind me commanded.

         "Its big, Sir.   Its got a big head, Sir.  Its got a god
damned big head,  round,  hard, Sir.   And the slit at the end is
wet, Sir!"  I was beginning to enjoy what was happening to me.  I
started to reach for it, but my arms were restrained from behind.

         "Uh,  uh; don't touch.   Just look.   Tell us about it,"
Sarge's  gruff  voice  said.    "Tell us how  you'd  attack  that
installation."

         "I'd put my hand around it,  Sir,  close my fingers over
the  barrel to get the calibre of the gun.   I'd slide my  closed
fist up and down the barrel to get the length,  Sir,"  I replied.
I  watched  it  standing straight out,  taking deadly aim  at  my
waiting  lips.    During  my description,  the  Lieutenant's  gun
control  maintained  azimuth,  but steadily  increased  elevation
until it found the range.

         Sarge  had  now  moved around just into the edge  of  my
vision.    Manipulating his enormous glistening cock I could  see
that  all he had on were his boots,  his dress cap,  and a  black
leather  glove on the deftly working filled hand.   "Go on.   How
are  you going to keep that gun from spraying the troops?"    the
Lieutenant said.

         "I guess I'd have to take it myself, Sir."

         "You guess?   You guess you'd take it,  Recruit.   Don't
you know?"  the sergeant bellowed.

         "Yes, Sir.   I know, Sir.  I would take it.  I would put
my lips around the thick head at the end and take it all, Sir," I
answered.    Watching that giant cockhead staring at me,  I could
see  the blood pulsing through its swollen tissues.   I wanted to
soothe that angry knob with my moist mouth.   More than anything,
I  wanted  to get that thing in my mouth and suck it!   I  didn't
need  any more orders.   I wanted to tell them what I would do to
that roaring hard on.  The hell with telling them, I wanted to do
it!    As  I leaned forward to put my mouth over the end  of  the
barrel,  Sarge moved his booted foot between my legs,  placed his
knee in my chest and stopped me.

         "What do you think you're doing,  Recruit?"  That gloved
beauty of his was almost in my face as I looked up at him.

         "I was just going to lubricate his gun,  Sir,"  I meekly
answered.

         "I   don't  think  a  little  lubrication  would   hurt,
Sergeant."

         "If  you  say so,  Sir,"  Sarge replied.   Was this  the
permission  so  desperately wanted;  could I taste that  cockhead
now?    "OK  Recruit.   Run your tongue up and down  that  shaft.
Start  under the head and clean that barrel up."   The order  was
barely   out  of  the  Sarge's  mouth  before  mine  was  on  the
Lieutenant's  prick.    I wanted to close my lips over  it,   but
thought  it  better  to do as I was told.   I flicked  my  tongue
around the rim of the head,  ran it down the long shaft trying to
wrap it around the circumference.   "Suck those balls!"  I put my
parted  lips on the pouch at the base,  softly sucked in.    Both
balls  plopped into my anxious mouth;  I rolled them about on  my
tongue  gently breathing moist warm air on them.   The long shaft
against my cheek shuddered.

         "Now  I've  really got the Lieutenant hot,"  I  thought.

         "Take that gun right down to its mount, Recruit!"  Sarge
ordered.    The ball sack slipped from my mouth.   I grabbed  the
waiting  cockhead impatiently with my lips and did as I was told.
I  slid all the way to the base.   My tongue swirled around  this
gorgeous mouthful,  paying particular attention to the throat and
the rim of the head.  I wanted to suck him off right now.

         "Tenshun!"  Sarge,  still stroking his swollen meat with
a  gloved  fist  watched  me struggle to my feet.    I  stood  at
attention.   "What's that?"  he demanded.  I looked down to where
he was pointing.   "Eyes forward,  Recruit," he barked.   "What's
that?"  he repeated.   This time I knew what he meant,  because I
had seen where he was looking.

         "Its a hardon, Sir."  I answered.

         "Why do you have a hardon?"

         "Sucking the Lieutenant's cock makes me hot, Sir."

         "Let's  see  what  that bulge really looks  like,"   the
Lieutenant said as he unbuckled my pants,  opened the fly.   "Get
that  uniform  off,"   he ordered.   I guess I didn't  move  fast
enough.    The  sergeant grabbed the front of my shirt  with  one
hand,  ripping it open.   In almost the same motion, he pulled it
backwards  so the sleeves pinned my upper arms to my side.    The
Lieutenant  stood  up,  placed his hand on my two pecs and  began
playing with the nipples.  Sarge meanwhile took the Lieutenants's
cock  and mine in the gloved hand.   God,  the feel of that  soft
leather glove stroking my hot rod;  the throbbing pressure of the
Lieutenant's  shaft  sliding against mine lubricated with my  own
spit -- It was driving me nuts.   I wanted to pop!  I strained to
move  my arms.   All that did was make my pecs harden up and  the
nipples stand out.  Boy, were they hard.  Everything was hard!

         "Get  that uniform off him,  sergeant!"   The Lieutenant
got  rid  of his uniform about as quickly as Sarge got me out  of
mine.    Sarge was the only one with anything left on.   Both the
Lieutenant and I were stripped naked.

         "Tenshun," Sarge growled.   I snapped to, prick standing
straight  out.    It  danced.   The Lieutenant was on  it  in  an
instant.    He  had  my cock buried in his  mouth,   licking  it,
nibbling  at the head,  stroking it with his throat,  all the way
down to its base.

         As suddenly as he had started, he stopped, and stood up.
It  just  hung there,  dripping from his saliva and  my  pre-cum.
Sarge grabbed it with his gloved hand,  worked it back and forth.
It got harder, and now it really glistened.  He had oiled my gun!
The Lieutenant was applying some to his inflamed tool as he moved
around  behind me.   I could feel that large head rubbing up  and
down as it spread the cheeks of my ass.  He had reached around me
and  was playing with my balls in one hand and firmly grasping my
root  in the other.   Sarge was in front of me,  backing into the
extended object in the Lieutenant's hand.   It disappeared up his
ass in one quick movement.   Sarge wrapped the gloved hand around
his own tool,  kneading it,  pulling it, pumping and massaging it
until  it  stood straight up.   With each pumping motion  of  his
clenched fist,  his ass moved in unison,  convulsing and gripping
my cock, teasing its head deeper and deeper.

         The  Lieutenant,  his trunk firmly planted inside of me,
was  stroking my balls in his lubricated fingers.   He rubbed the
base of my throbbing cock,  massaging the sacs as the balls began
to fill, hoping for relief.  The thrusting shaft grew larger.  It
reached further and further into me.  It was going to go right on
through and into Sarge!  The cum started up my hot tool.   It was
going to explode.   It was going to fill Sarge!   Load after load
lubed the giant cockhead inside me.

         "Oh God, I'm going to cum - Sir!"  I screamed.   Sarge's
pumping motion quickened.   I shot.   Sarge erupted salvos of hot
juices  over and over.   The cock inside of me flooded my guts in
wave  after wave of warm cream.   Spasms of steaming cum engulfed
the head of my cock, seeped down past the shaft, and dripped from
Sarge.    I shot again and again.   He was full,  but I still had
more to give him.  As the Lieutenant slowly withdrew his gun inch
by  inch,  I came again.   Suddenly,  Sarge lurched away from me,
turned,   and with his ungloved hand pushed me down on his  still
spurting cock.

         "Clean that up, Recruit."

         There  was no time for me to say,  "Yes,  Sir.   Gladly,
Sir."    I  was  too  anxious to get my willing  lips  over  that
beautiful  fountain.   It slid all the way to the base,   sending
delicious, sticky cream deep down my willing throat.