Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2008 20:08:47 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Weekend With Sarge

			    WEEKEND WITH SARGE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"My God!" Jenkins said almost worshipfully. "What the fuck is Sergeant
Ramrod doing in here?" Sergeant "Ramrod" Ramirez (a white guy, or mostly,
despite his last name), was in a bar. Our bar! Okay, nothing official about
it, but the bars around bases do tend to "specialize," one or two bars for
officers and a couple more for non-coms and the others, usually the cheaper
ones, for the enlisted men. That was "Edward's" all right, a cheap dive
with cheap beer at cheap prices. Just right down a poor PFC's
budget. Non-coms should have been two blocks down at "Reba's" which was (so
I'd heard) a slight improvement in taste and about the same prices as we
had. But there was Sergeant Ramirez sitting at a table, holding a discourse
with a guy in civvies some two decades older than Sarge, but with a
military haircut that said he was Regular Army and damned proud of it!

We avoided their table warily and went over to the bar. We were off duty
and on a weekend pass, so our drinking wasn't anything even Sergeant Ramrod
was likely to get his ass in a twist about.

But no private who had endured a tongue-whipping from the Ramrod was going
to ignore his presence entirely. Jenkins and I talked, but every so often,
we would look over to where Sarge was locked into a long, heated and, from
all appearances, emotional confrontation with this older man.

Whatever the argument was, Sarge lost the argument. The older man got up,
said something that made Sarge visibly wince, and left. Sarge ordered a
pitcher of beer in a loud voice, which he got.

We kept watching, Jenkins and I, and our conversation and plans for the
evening dropped away without mentioning it. Sarge was a pain in the ass,
with his hard-ass attitude and his nitpicking attention to detail...but
damn it, he was OUR pain in the ass. Who was that bastard who had made him
miserable now?

We learned that a bit later. Conklin had come in, waving a handful of
cigars. His wife had just had a baby, a boy, his first, and the cheers and
good humor seemed to strike something in Sarge. We were all offering
Conklin toast after toast of cheer and happiness. "To Fatherhood!" was the
one that seemed to trigger it.

"To Fatherhood!" he yelled out. Shrieked, actually. Not his usual calm loud
voice, this one seemed ripped from him. "Here's to my father, that hard-ass
sonofabitch who walked out of here not a half hour ago! Most decorated
fucking soldier in the whole fucking Korean conflict! And me, his son,
named for him, carrying his name like a fucking anchor around my neck,
knowing that I'll never be as good as him, never as brave as him, never as
honored as him, no matter what the fuck I do! I joined the Army and do they
let me go to Afghanistan or Iraq and do something? Hell, no! And my father,
my fucking Congressional Medal of Honor father, makes that out to be my
fault, and I'll never be as good as him, ever, no matter what the fuck...."
I guess he realized he was repeating himself at that point, for he dropped
it and said, "So I'll drink to fucking Fatherhood! I just wish I was
drinking this fucking toast over his fucking grave!" And Sarge drained his
glass, took aim at a picture on the wall, and let fly. Both drinking glass
and picture glass fractured in an explosion of shining knives.

Sarge took off toward the door, which was just as well, for I saw the
bartender pulling out his sap, ready to take it out of Sarge's ass.

"Poor fucking bastard." Jenkins commiserated. "That must have been his
father who left."

"Glad he wasn't my father." I agreed.

"Poor fucking bastard."

"Yeah, but he's OUR bastard." I said. "What do you say we take his flanks
until he returns to base?"

"Hell of a night off this is turning out to be." Jenkins lamented but he
came with me.

We caught up with Sarge a bit of a ways down the sidewalk and a damned good
thing. He had just confronted three guys from another unit and was gigging
them for being out of uniform, slapping their passes away when they offered
them and generally being a son of a bitch himself.

"Hey, Sarge, come on." I said, taking one of his arms. "We got to get back
to base and we can't remember the way."

"Bunch of damned pussies, all of you." Sergeant Ramrod slurred. He was more
than three sheets to the wind, for sure. "I ought to whip all your asses
just for being here, when you ought to be back at base."

"Yeah, Sarge, take us back to base." Jenkins urged him. "These guys are
here on a pass, but our passes are expired and we don't remember how to get
there."

"You'd better get him to bed somewhere fast." one of the guys he had
confronted said.

"Fucking pussies, all of you." Sarge said to him.

"Come on, Sarge, let's go find us a place to crash and we'll all find the
base in the morning, okay?"

"Waste of the Army's money, you ask me." Sarge said. "Ought to cashier
every one of you and start all over again with some real men."

"That's right, Sarge." Jenkins said as he caught one of Sarge's arms. I
caught the other one, for the Sarge was going down. He didn't pass out, but
his legs became unable to adequately support his rather large
frame. Between Jenkins and me, he kept his vertical altitude and we steered
him toward a Motel sign just ahead, with a "Vacancy" sign under it.

A "Vacancy" sign that must have gone out or added a "No" in front of it the
minute we walked in the door. One room left. One bed, queen-sized. Two men
could share that bed, but three were going to find it crowded. And with
Sarge one of the three, it was going to be a very, VERY grotty night!

Getting undressed was not a real option here. Just lie down, wait for
morning when we could send Sarge on his hungover way and then try to enjoy
the rest of the weekend. Jenkins and I put him in between us, we figured if
he got up in the night, one of us would wake up and know about it.

Sarge didn't get sick and he didn't go to sleep. Instead, he moaned,
weeping sometimes, griping sometimes. And thrashing, always thrashing. You
try to sleep during that crap. Three times he had to go to the bathroom, I
took him in the first time, Jenkins the second and then I had to do tinkle
duty the third time. He was just barely functional. I steered him back to
bed and pushed Sarge onto his side, facing away from me, and crawled
groggily onto the bare foot and a half of bedspace that gave me, shoved my
body firmly against his in hopes of getting a bit more room. I left the
light on, no way was I getting much sleep tonight and I was tired of
guessing what was going on in the dark. Leave the light on, sleep if I
could, and wait until morning and we could shove Sarge out the door!

"Nothing but pussies." Sarge said to me. "The whole lot of you, nothing but
pussies."

"Aw, jeez, Sarge, go to sleep!" I moaned. "It's three in the morning!"

"God damn!" Jenkins said and that in wonder. "What is that pushing up
against my ass?"

"It's not me, I'm on this side of him." I said.

"Fucking Sarge has got a boner!" moaned Jenkins. "I can feel that mother
pushing against my ass!"

"Fucking pussies, both of you." murmured Sarge. "Nothing else pussies are
good for but for fucking. Ought to fuck both of you."

"The hell you are!" Jenkins protested. "Harry, we got to put up with this?"

"It's just until morning." I said. "Calm down, Marvin, he's not fucking
anyone with that in his condition."

"Easy for you to say." Jenkins groaned. "He's not hunching at you like a
ten-dollar whore!"

"He's in position for me to hunch at him." I offered. "Shall I hunch him
for you?"

"Maybe you ought to." Jenkins said. "I think I feel a moist spot from his
dick on my ass!"

"Poor baby." I mock-mourned for him.

I shifted in bed, my crotch hit Sarge's ass, a pure coincidence despite our
conversation I assure you. I had a bit of a stiffie in my pants, nothing
that the conversation and my youthful horniness couldn't explain.

"Mmm, want some of that, pussy?" Sarge muttered. And damned if he didn't
start hunching back against me. "You want to plug my hairy butt, private?"

"Oh, shit!"

"Is he humping at you, now?'

"Goddamned straight he is!" I gasped. "Shit, now he's grinding against me!"
For he was, his buttocks had my cock in a vise grip and was moving in a
motion that was the next best thing to a handjob, and my cock, already
primed for maybe a bit of hey-hey-hey (to quote my older brother) later
that night if the Fates had been kind, was more than ready to accept this
as a substitute.

"You want my pussy, private?" Sarge grunted as he humped at my crotch.

"Shit!" I groaned. "Sarge, if you don't stop that, I'm going to fucking
cream in my shorts!"

"You wouldn't?" Jenkins was scandalized.

"You don't have Sarge's buttocks clamping onto your rod!" I was now
beginning to add my own twists to this. Hell, I wasn't one to try to seduce
my own sergeant, but if he was going to offer himself, fuck, why the hell
not? I didn't have to do nothing but let him do his thing! Maybe I would
cream in my briefs, but fuck, that's better than whomping your pud in the
shower in the morning.

"You're not really going to fuck Sarge in the ass, are you?"

"Uhh! He keeps this up, I don't have to. But he's fully clothed and so am
I."

"You want to fuck me, private?" Sarge asked me again.

"I sure would enjoy that, Sergeant." I said.

"Then come on and fuck me."

"What?" Jenkins asked.

"You don't mean that, do you Sarge?"

"I mean it, Private!" Sarge said. "I got a real need for a hard Army dick
in my butt. Nothing like a horny young PFC to really give me the
ass-pounding I need. So come on, let's get this butt-fucking going!"

"Hey, Sarge, you shouldn't ought to tempt me with an offer like that in my
condition." I joked. "I might take you up on that."

I felt it then. Sarge was pulling down his pants! I felt bare butt now on
my pants front. Shit! Sarge was serious!

"You really want me to fuck you, Sarge?" I asked him dubiously. "I mean,
seriously?"

"Yeah, come on, it's why I got into the Army for. Not that jerk asshole of
my father! I got in because one time I went to visit my father on the base
and ended up in a barracks with a hard cock up my ass. Joined up the same
fucking day! Now I take my pick from the hard prongs on the base, everyone
wants to fuck their sergeant! Especially when they're about due to ship
out, like you two are. So spit in your hand and rub it on and shove it in!
I've taken bigger ones than yours, Private, and I've taken them dry! Give
it to me now, you hear me, Private?"

"I hear you."

"Jesus, Harry, you're not really going to fuck him, are you?" Jenkins
wanted to know.

"Why not?" I said. "He's the one who hunched against me and got me
horny. He's the one begging me to do it. He says stop and I'll
stop. Otherwise, yeah, I'm fucking him."

"Jesus!" Jenkins said again, this time slowly.

I unzipped and got my dick out, then spat a glob of saliva into my palm. I
had some trouble getting my hand down there, because when Sarge felt my
dong pressing against his ass, he started trying to push it into himself
even without my spit. I held him off long enough to grease my rod, then I
helped him guide me to his butt. I felt that soft tucker first touching,
then opening to let my dong slide in and I just moaned! "Oh, ahh, fuck!" I
grunted. "Sarge is letting me fuck his ass, Marvin. Letting me fuck him,
shit, oh, God!"

"No fucking way!" Jenkins groaned. "I don't fucking believe it!"

I was beginning to hump Sarge's ass now. He was fucking back at me, Christ,
that felt so damned good! Sarge's ass was no cherry butt, he had taken hard
dicks before, and his butthole was vouching for that. All soft and warm and
accepting, no catches or kinks in it. Like it was stretched out to service
hard Army cocks. Add that to the Sarge who had kept me on my toes for the
entire time I had known him, nothing was ever nearly good enough for him,
you had to do it right and completely right, or he'd make you do it
over. Now I had that man down and I was hunching his butt! Sweet, yeah, God
damn it, sweet!

"Good job, Private, come on now, fuck me harder!"

"Oh, God!" Jenkins moaned. "I can't believe you're doing that! I can't
believe it."

"You want some of this when he's done, Private Jenkins?"

"Sarge? Hell, yeah, I do!"

"Why don't you get that cock up here and I'll suck on it while you're
waiting." Sarge offered.

"A-a-a-a-ah!" Jenkins moaned. He jumped to his feet and shucked out of his
pants, and climbed in at the head of the bed. I saw Sarge raise up and
Jenkins slide underneath and Sarge happily stuffed Jenkins' prod into his
mouth.

Jenkins just threw his head back and moaned. "Awwww, fuck, yeah, Sarge!"

I watched Sarge sucking Jenkins while I humped at his ass. Saw a man whose
face was normally in clenched hardness now soft and accepting. Sarge was
right, he had joined the Army to get at all those hard young dicks! He had
two of them right now, and he was in hog heaven! Shit, if I'd known he just
wanted us to come fuck him, I would have done this long ago! Better to ride
his ass than have him ride ours!

Sarge was insatiable, he hunched at me harder and harder when I began to
flag, he sucked on Jenkins' prick until Jenkins began to pant and hunch,
when he stopped and growled, "You wait and shove this into my butt,
Private. You cream in my mouth and I'll make you regret it!"

"Yes, Sarge!" Jenkins moaned.

Sarge held onto Jenkins' spit-slicked pud and I saw that throbbing rod,
knowing it would slide into this hairy hole when I was done, our come would
mix, Jenkins' and mine, inside Sarge's butt, oh, God, my buddy and I would
share a fuckhole! I wanted to then fuck Sarge again, feel that hot
man-juice bubble around my rod! Shit, I wanted to fuck Sarge over and over!

That triggered my climax, I was grunting, moaning and shoving my dong in
and out hard as I could, and Sarge only loved it, he took Jenkins back into
his mouth and sucked it anew, and Jenkins moaned and the sound of my
buddy's moan was all I needed to reach my height!

"Aw, shit, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I moaned. "Ah, oh, God, uh, uhh, huh,
uhhhh, huhhhh, huhhh, huhhhh!" My cock spewed my jizz into Sarge's butt,
the hot lather boiled around my shaft as I plunge-fucked Sarge, and Sarge
let go and moaned himself, so much that I wondered if he was going to come
himself.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" I panted as I finished.

"Good job, Parker!" Sarge growled. "Okay, Jenkins, your turn, get it in me
now, right now, while I'm still hot from Parker's fucking, I need it now,
Private, get it in and get moving, now, Mister!"

"Yes, Sarge!" Jenkins moaned and Sarge lay face down and Jenkins straddled
him, he shoved his prong hard at Sarge's ass and Sarge only lifted his head
and sighed as he slid it in.

Me, I was wiping my cock on the sheets and I got it cleaned up. I wanted
him again, right after Jenkins.

When I offered my dick to Sarge, he looked at it, up at me, and he grinned,
the first smile I had ever seen on his face. Then he swallowed me and I
moaned. Shit, I was young and horny, and I had a hot mouth wet and
slavering on my cock, and Jenkins was humping away, sweating and
groaning. I leaned forward, my forehead touched Jenkins, he looked up at
me, and I gave him a kiss, one he accepted and gave back to me, then smiled
as he turned his attentions back to Sarge's butt.

I was warmed up and ready when Jenkins finished and I said, "Okay, Sarge,
time for another fucking, you up for it?"

"Damn, yeah!" Sarge growled. "You can fuck me again, you get it moving!
Come on, soldier, move it, move it, come on!"

I happily shoved my dong back into Sarge. I felt the hot squibs of spunk in
there, my load and Jenkins, and I had my cock slipping back and forth among
it, God, it was so warm in Sarge's ass, so warm! I happily fucked him and
came again a quarter hour later. Then Jenkins took him another round. By
now, the first rays of dawn were peering in at the window. I fell asleep
about that time, no neat line of three guys, just a jumble of our bodies,
worn out, sated, sleeping.

I woke up again some time later, it must have been afternoon for the sun
which had first shone against our window was gone entirely. I sat up in
bed, now stark naked and looked over at Jenkins, similarly nude. I vaguely
remembered getting undressed after my second fucking of Sarge's ass, so
being naked didn't worry me none. But where was Sarge?

"Marvin? Hey, Marv, wake up!" I shook my buddy.

He sat up, groggily. "Hey, man, what is it?"

"Sarge is gone."

"Yeah?" Jenkins looked around. "Damn, I'm surprised the guy can even walk,
after the fucking we gave him."

"Yeah, but...what if he goes in and tells someone about us!"

"Tell them what?"

"We followed him out of the bar, and him falling down drunk." I pointed
out. "He tells people he was raped by us, which one would you believe?"

"You don't think he'd do that, would you?"

"I don't know."

"What are we...."

That was when the Sarge came out of the bathroom. Wearing only a towel
about his waist, he was a hairy-chested vision of male virility. "Good
morning, Privates." he said.

"Morning, Sarge." I said. "How are you doing?"

"Not bad at all." Sarge said.

"You were...pretty wasted last night." I said carefully. "You remember much
about it?"

I asked hopefully. He could have forgotten, or got it jumbled or remembered
and pretend not to.

"You mean remember you and Jenkins fucking my ass?" Sarge asked. "Twice
each."

"Yeah, that." I said, abashed.

"Yeah, I remember."

"What are you going to do?" Jenkins asked him fearfully.

"Do? You boys have a three-day pass, don't you?"

"Yes, Sarge."

"Yes, Sergeant."

"Good." Sarge pulled off his towel. "In that case, which one of you wants
to fuck me first?"

As Sarge came toward us, I realized that the rest of my three-day weekend
pass had just gotten booked solid!

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