Basic Training-Fire Guard

After three weeks of in-processing, haircuts, shots and all of the other bullshit, our platoon was starting get the hang of the monotonous routine. By the fourth week our bodies starting showing the results of endless hours of running, marching, and physical training. We were looking good—Pecs firming up, arms and shoulders swollen, and six-pack abs pushing through baby fat that was melting away like butter on hot sand. It wasn’t hard mind you; we were all around 20 years old, already fit for the most part.

One day we had some down time at the rifle range, so we were taking advantage of it and resting in the shade and just bullshitting. In the conversation Joey pops off and asks if any one has been able to get a hard on since they arrived. Then he blurted out some rumor about the drill sergeant putting something in the water tanks that would keep us from getting a woody. The gang stopped and thought for a few seconds. Mark said he hadn’t had one since he got here, not even morning wood. Others spoke up and to a guy, not one of us had an erection since starting basic training.

I looked forward to “lights out” that night because I had the second shift of fire guard. By the time I’d start my one hour watch, everyone would be in bed and asleep. I would be alone and I’d finally have a chance to jack off.

Before I jacked off, I wanted to make sure everyone was in bed so I wouldn’t get caught. I walked the barracks floors and every so often I could hear someone jacking off, or so I thought. Some of the guys tried to be quiet and some were. Others weren’t, too horny and eager to blow their wad, too vocal and too restless. A couple of times I could hear someone trying the restrain their breathing, groans and body movements as their bodies shuddered from the convulsions of intense orgasms—a result of prolonged abstinence. I wasn’t sure if my ears were hearing right, but my suspicions were confirmed once I heard the wet slapping of wrist and palm against groin. The odor of cum was present too—pungent and arousing.

I’d had enough. I was super hard and had to work it off. I wasn’t wearing much except woodland brown boxer briefs and a similarly colored tank-top. My fucking dick was as stiff as a board and that wasn’t easy to hide. I had a good 9 inches and a fat-hefty cock. If anybody saw me, it would be too obvious to try to hide it. I practically ran to the back of the barracks where the latrines were. I found a stall that offered maximum privacy and went in. I dropped my shorts, put one hand on the wall, spit in the other hand, grabbed my cock and started flailing away.

I was just getting into it when someone startled me so bad that I jumped and nearly screamed like a little girl. Before I could react, he put his hand over my mouth to silence me. I could feel someone’s dick poking me in my ass and I felt a little more at ease. Totally embarrassed, I turned slowly to see who it was. It was McClain, a hunk of a guy from Iowa; 5-8, 145 lbs, black hair hazel eyes, well defined pecs and abs; and of course, the standard high-and-tight military haircut. I’ve had my eye on him ever since he first in-processed.

I took every chance I could to shower with him. There were only 5 shower heads for a platoon of 40. Showering could be cramped and was done in shifts. Often 7 or 8 guys would gang up in the shower and switch off. One time I dropped the proverbial soap and reached down to pick it up. On my way up, McClain had turned around and was facing my direction. As my head reached his crotch, I just stared at his cock. It was right there—two inches from my lips at most! I looked up to see if he was watching me and he was. Our eyes met, he smiled, winked at me and turned around.

Now he was standing behind me with a hard on and we were alone. I was still a little startled and started to ask what he was doing and how much he had seen, but he told me to be quiet or else I’d wake everyone up. I stopped talking and looked at him in the eyes, but after I looked at the bulge in his shorts. McClain smiled and went on to tell me that he knew I liked guys and noticed I had been checking him out a lot. What he said next was too good to believe.

He said that he wasn’t gay, but he was really hard up because he’d been away from his girl for so long. He said he needed relief and wanted to know if I’d suck him off. He said he’d be especially grateful if I swallowed. He was so matter of fact about it. You could tell he was comfortable with this and confident. No shyness on his part.

I shook my head yes, pulled him into the stall and closed the door. I pulled his boxers down and there it was. He had a nice dick; well shaped, about 7 and a half long, but really thick. I dropped to my knees, looked up to his face and put that baby in my mouth and started sucking away using both hands on his cock. As I did so, he grabbed the back of my head, leaned his head back, thrust his groin into my face and let out a quiet sigh, as I began working on him.

Man, I was loving this. With every firm stroke of my mouth he would wriggle and make a little moaning sound. I worked up a lot of saliva and that was all the better for the lubrication it gave. I took my left hand and worked some spit up to his ass and got it all wet. He started letting out some pre-cum and swallowed every drop. He was getting close to cumming. I could tell because he was wriggling more and faster. His moans were getting louder. I thought I’d better end this before we get caught, so I stuck my finger in his wet asshole and started massaging his prostrate. Within moments he shot his wad. He squirted so hard it was like a bullet hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed and milked his dick to get every drop. He came a lot but his jizz was tasty; salty and a little sweet. It was thick too.
When he came, he jerked like he was about to have a seizure. You could tell it was intense for him. He was a real trooper though, he kept his mouth shut and let nothing out louder than a murmur saying, “Oh my fucking god!” When I was done swallowing and licking my lips, he looked down and saw I had some cum on my face. He reached down, wiped it off with his finger and sucked on it like he was giving head.

I was so worked up I was ready to blow a nut. I stood up looking at him, balanced myself by placing one hand on his shoulder and started yanking my unit. McClain cupped his hands and put them in front of my cock so he could catch my cum when I shot my load. I didn’t take long and I blew a huge wad of thick stringy jizz into his hands. I looked and wondered what he was going to do next. He told me to turn around and bend over and grab my knees. I did with great anticipation. He took my cum and wiped it all around my asshole and then stuck his semi-hard dick in my ass. Oh god did that feel hot! He banged my ass for less than an minute and pulled out. I asked what was wrong. He said nothing and then told me that was just a taste of things to come.

Fuckin' A!!