Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 07:05:59 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits 10

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Chapter 10


It was to cry for! Some of the black kids did indeed have tears streaming
down their faces as they felt steaming hot pink-pussy surround and absorb their
teen trooper tools.

Three kids bucked and strained, screaming out loud in their effort to keep
from blowing their load!

They all felt totally consumed by the soft whitie boyhole membrane petals
wrapping so sensually around their tools. The black grins got wider and wider as
they watched all the other studs sinking through pussyhole all together
finally. It was like watching a sex movie while you got your own funs.....and in
s-l-o-w motion!

Kannell then gave the signal for all the others awaiting tool service to
kneel over the punks' heads on the floor and feed them faces some cock. Sadly, to
the tunes of a harmony of bruthah screams, warbles and wails, every one of the
face feeders blew his nut down through quivering pink whiteboi lips. The
gagging, gasping, gurgling and chuccing from the suckers' throats was something to
behold!

The suckboy bodies jerked and bounced as they hacked and coughed with their
mouths full of cock and cumwad.

The topper studs were into full and frothy reamage now, pounding blackdick
deep and hard down into those upturned boy assholes. "Ohhhhh! Ohh!
Ohohohunnnnghhhh!!!!" All around the circle, cock after cock went off deep in those sockets
of toyboysoldier joy.

Kannell, back at full strength after losing one load....in Shrum's whiteboy
stud mouth as it turned out, was up and directing the scene once more.

He moved the waiting black troops into the circle, and had each now fucked
out soldier make a quarter-turn to the right so all the fuck teams were in
behind one another around the circle, instead of facing into the circle. Now each
of the waiting fuckers was instructed to straddle the turned-up whiteholes, and
sinkhole his pud right in front of his buddy's cock which was slightly
softened in it's afterfuck.

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" As the second black pricks were shoved into the whiteboy
red and swollen abyss of impending fuck pleasure, the cum of the stud still
planted came gushing up with the momentary opening between pussy and sunken cock!
Beautiful! Beeeuuuteefulll!!!

Both pairs of semi-softened cocks hardened once more both with the sensation
of knowing his stud buddy's dick was sliding in alongside his own....and oh,
the gripshun of them tightening the whiteboi pussyskins around them both.

Air-sucking gasps shot from the throats of all players in each of the
soldier 'fuck teams'.

"LET THE FUCKING COMMENCE!!!!" cried Kannell, who was himself planted into a
honky troop socket. The fuck slopping, shhllkky-shluupp sounds of driving
mancocks were sensually maddening to all the players. The smells of sweat, sex and
boyman funk drove every boy over the edge and the rut-fucking scene in the
center-circle of the second floor barracks bay was impossible for anybody
watching to keep his composure.

Anyone in sight of this erotic scene would have blowed a load in his shorts
without getting a chance to touch himself!

What beautiful fuck joy they all felt....then the wails and screams!!!!

It seemed like all the black kids in varied positions of upright, some bent
at the knees, some fully erect, others slumped into the shoulders of their
companion black fuck brother, were suspended for one moment there in
time....thennnnnn....the whole mass of manfuck flesh crumpled to the floor.

Cumslop oozed from all the voided white boyholes as the fuckers either fell
over on their sides, or just lay on their backs with their knees bent and feet
to the floor.

Even in their afterfuck, worn out from the abuse that started in their
whiteboi cunts the previous night, the eight white fucktools knew they were going to
have to eat out the slop of their buddies' holes, and the floor as well. It
was resignation with these kids now. In five short days they had come to know
what was to be their life....that of a slopsucking, fucking slave to their
black masters. Their masters was turning the worm for real....and the worm be
BLACK....HARD....HOT....AND D-E-E-E-E-E-P!!!

Raw Recruits.  Chapter 10.

And so it came to pass. Kannell ordered the cumdumps to get cock sucking.
First, they scrambled to clean off the sixteen tools that gloried their holes
just moments ago....and then to turn assholes to each other so they could eat out
their own bungers and savor the juices of their black fuckmasters. It was
especially delicious for the bruthas to have the sucktroopers open their mouths
and stick out their tongues to show them coated with cockslime, before being
allowed to move on.

The respite was welcome to all of the exhausted bro's. But of course, the
tongue service to their slowing wakening tools was even more welcome. Their randy
souls were fully on fire by the time the last of their dregs was sucked from
whitie tooltail by the honky circle of suckboys.

It was deelish to watch the eight white faggots form up one behind the other
in a circle of butt-sucking faceholes. Kannell raged at them when he saw Hodge
and Conway start to rut back their butts onto the sucking tongues behind
them. Any enjoyment the kids got from each other was strictly taboo.

When all their butts were cleaned out, Kannell threw a blanket over Conway
and Hodge and declared a 'blanket party' for them, whereupon once again, the
white boys were called upon to beat the shit out of their own.

The six remaining honkybois hesitantly at first, then with a more deliberate
attack, pounced on the trembling two-teen soldier mass under the blanket and
started beating at the lumps of body parts that rippled underneath. There were
yelps and cries, screams and howls....and several silent 'thuds' when a face
or head was hit dead on. After several minutes, wherein the white soldier
beaters were ordered off the blanket, it was pulled back to show the bloody mess
that used to be the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Conway, and the equally strong,
wiry and well-hung Pvt. Hodge.

The six white kids were told to get the blanket and their beaten fellows into
the shower for refreshing...."and be quick about it, dirtholes....'y'all's
needa be here fer da nex' 'round of yur trainings!" bellowed Kannell.

It was about then that the first of the pleasantly beer embalmed troops began
to straggle in from their special basic trainee club.

First up the stairs, a little wobbly for the wear was the diminutive Pvt.
Brown. At first, even though he had been there when they first
caterpillar-crawled the punks up the stairs, he was the first to realize.....Shrum's butt plug
had been pulled!

"Holeeeeeeeeesheeeeittttt!!!! Youse in deep, bros...and I mean,
DEEEE-EEEEEPPP!!!" he cried.

"Lookit!" Brownie was pointing at the open....empty....hole of Pvt
Shrum....Sarge's favorite toy stud....personally butt plugged for the duration by
Sarge....and there it was...EMPTEEEEE!!!

He looked around at the sixteen brown bangers he'd left with their white
charges, and with a pointing finger he demanded, "Who pulled da PLUG??!"

One hand went up from an embarrassed and scared Pvt. Hacker. Brownie jumped
right into his face and screamed, "FIND IT YOU DUMBFUCK!!!"

Everybody was on edge. Fine black pricks all hanging sadly soft. The mostly
uncut tools had their hoods fully engaged hanging in various shapes, very
scraggy indeed, as they trembled in fear of the squad leaders, and the others,
picturing their own blanket party if Sarge found out they'd messed with his prize
package.

The thumping padding of big black feet resounded behind them as they turned
to watch Hacker scrambling from bunk to bunk, and behind the foot lockers,
searching on and under the bunks for the missing black plug that had signaled
'ownership' of Shrum's butt from the last time he exited Sarge's quarters.

"I got it! I got it!" Hacker cried out in a broken squeal, like a
voice-changing pre-teener. Brown then turned in quiet tones to Kannell who was still
pretty much running the show there on the second floor, and the next thing was:
"You lick thet thang clean as a whistle fool...on yur knees. Nurse thet thang
like it was yer cunt gal's teet before you plugs the Shrummy turkey back up
again. And let this be a lesson, muthas....be careful whut you doin' or we all
gonna pay, but you won't be happy if'n we do. 'Member, we knows where you lives!"
he sneered a smile, pointing at the bunks all around them. "Youse kin
run....butchu cain't hide."

In spite of the torment that they'd just been through in mortal fear of
Sarge, all calm was settling over the black troops as Hacker crawled over to Shrum
and harshly cut the knees out from under him with a sweeping right arm. In a
continuing motion, he rose, pushed Shrummer's legs back over his head raising
that pretty toyboy tush to the air, winking it's come hither 'eye' as Hacker
eased the Kannell-spittle-soaked rubber butthole splitter though Shrum's petals.

Shrum groaned and whinged as the oversized stuffer pushed wide his anal ring
searching for a home in the depths of the teen toy soldier. The pinky white
butt oozed gently around the plug as every black tool in the room steeled to the
ready.

Private Brown pounced, kicked the plug in Shrum's bung eliciting a mortal
groan from deep inside Shrum. Then he drop-squatted over Shrum's chest, pulled
his waistband down and stuffed the young trooper's face with five fat black
inches of cock. "Listen at diss, you faggot cumdump! You says nuthin' 'boutchu
losing yur plug! NUTH-IN'! GOT IT??!"

A terrified Shrum nodded quickly with the black hog bobbing up and down in
his mouth, his eyes wide as saucers in renewed fear.

The crisis had passed. All was well once more in the den of ongoing joy with
whitey for the 36 young black troopers of 1st Platoon.

More and more of the others were straggling in, in varied degrees of
pollution. Some, it seemed were no worse for the beer....others were blubbering masses
of stupor. It wasn't long before the whole of the barracks stunk of the beer
on their breath.

The squad leaders had the bombed bros put to bed....about 10 of them. Surely,
there would be several sprays of throw up for the white cunt to clean up in
the morning, whenever any of the black cock ever slipped out of their
assholes....and faces.

Magic was back in charge now and the second floor started to take on the look
of a rodeo. They had the white kids crawl around all over the floor away from
the blacks who had the shreds of sheet Shad had torn up earlier. A brutha was
to ride on the back of another bro and 'rope' him a 'crawling calf'. Once
roped, he was to jump off, and get the calf on it's back and bind the limbs in
the standard 3-legged tie.

Then, when two 'calves' were legs up on their backs, they were hauled to a
bunk, and positioned head to head, cheek-against cheek, their released legs tied
yo each other, foot bottoms to foot bottoms, right to left and left to right
back over their heads, assholes high. A brother who hadn't had any punk ass
since chow, was assigned a tail to plug.

Hastily, the bros were positioning to get them some punkboi ass. Once the
eight spunkers were all 'roped', the bunks being used were arranged so everybody
could watch everybody else get laid. Ha! A 'Reality Show' bangaround. With ten
drunks in bed, their were only ten others back from the club needing to be
serviced. Shrum's plugged ass was a problem. It seemed every black fucker had to
pound that plug every time he saw it. The studly little troop was gonna have
the sorest insides by the end of the weekend.
Just payment for having the brothers do without that freckly-cheeked boi
pussy.

The boys were all trussed up like the proverbial holiday goose. After the
first round of whiteboi rodeo bungholing, then all the bros took turns in
whatever face or asshole they hadn't enjoyed up to then. 'Round and 'round it
went...around that circle of buttfucking and faceholing. As the night wore on into
morning, the endurance of the black studs was to be marveled at, not to mention
their honky cumditches.

True, some would grab a lie down at a nearby bunk where he could be close to
enjoy the sensual scent of funk and sex, yet restore his juices for the next
boot boyhole to sink.

After the caterpillar-crawl, the circle suck and fuck, the multiple blanket
parties and beat downs, and the rodeo, this trussed-up gooseboi fucking was
almost boring....nut busting....to be sure, but comparably boring given the
earlier festivities.

Of course, the cumdumps would be placed into the funky darkness between the
legs of the bedded drunks so those dumb bastards wouldn't miss out on
everything. Then of course the honkies would be assigned vomit detail with rags and
mops.

The fucking went on and on and on. The sucking went on and on and on.

The sun lit the barracks and the bruthas headed for the showers while the
white folk were assigned cleaning detail, bed making, and piss draining for those
studs who couldn't or wouldn't get out of their bunks.

Brownie came out of the shower and ordered the white kids in to wash
themselves on their knees. Several of the bros were still rinsing off when the dregs
of the white punks crawled in around their feet. Without even a thought, they
pissed on the heads of the white troops, and left.

Brown watched them while they washed, rinsed, dried and crawled back to their
own bunks on both floors. Most of the troops rallied on the first floor
awaiting their slave scum to line up for the trek down to the chin-up bar and
breakfast.

Other than the line-up and crawl to breakfast, the honky boots had a respite
from the ragtag circus they'd been performing in for some nearly 24 straight
hours. Their swollen buttholes were quivering incessantly as they did their
pushups before chow. The fact that the weekend was a 'free' weekend for all
recruits, the black recruits could make the whites get under the table to
eat....without forks and knives of course. The bro's were fidgeting wildly in their
seats near the end of breakfast....HA! Mason, Shad and fuckin' Brownie....had
three honkies blowing them under the table! What sporting dudes they were! Always
ready for a fun!

The routine was not broken for the return to the Barracks One circus
tent....the white troops were kicked at all the way down the strip. Hodge and Denny
had to carry a black soldier each on their shoulders.

The white slave boots were brain-numbed to the goings on anymore. They
couldn't even think about the next thing that would happen....it just never ended.
Minute by minute it was now a fact of their lives....black on white....on their
knees...faces into pubes and butts....bent to the floor sucking toes....asses
up to plowing ebony tool....endlessly. Sheeeeeittttt!!! And that didn't even
consider their responsibilities to Sarge whenever he returned.

Every one of the punkers was booted in the ass to the floor inside the
barracks, and made to strip off their tees, shorts and sneaks as they crawled to the
center of the barracks to await orders.

Brownie who was bringing up the rear, came charging up the steps calling out,
"It's Sarge...it's Sarge...he's coming up the strip," he breathlessly
informed.

Magic took charge. "Ok, faggots, getcher clothes back on and hang out at yer
own bunks, upstairs and down. MOVE IT!"

The white boots scampered to retrieve their clothes, stumble into them and
sit at their bunks. The bro's shuffled to their bunk areas, some pulling out
decks of cards and faking card games before Sarge got to the front steps.

Brown was also telling all who would listen that Sarge had another honky in
tow. "He looks like a high school kid...younger'n us, at leas'," he ended.

The nervous blacks were all eyes to the door as Sarge darkened the screening
and escorted a young white dude inside, and pointed to him to hold his
position and wait. Those closest could swear they knew the kid.

"PRIVATE OSBORNE!!! Front and center!" Sarge called out into the squad bay. A
sore and terrified Osborne jumped from his bunk and ran up to Sarge and
saluted. Sternly, the sergeant returned the salute then, stepped aside to allow
Osborne to see the 'guest' at the doorway.

"BO!" he called out. He looked up at the sergeant for approval to go and
greet his kid brother who'd come to visit him by bus that morning from home.

Sarge nodded, and the two kids rushed together and hugged. Sarge had them
come into his quarters then, and the door closed. The entire first floor of black
faces....slowly widened into grins.

As the two brothers went through the doorway, Sarge called from behind as he
closed the door, "Where you honks get dese names fum, anyways?"

The negative flaming from the sergeant mocking his nickname, wasn't lost on
'Bo'.

He looked a bit unnerved, and looked into his big brother's face. Osborne
just made the slightest shake of the head with flared eyes, as if to say, 'Don't
say anything.'

"Uhhhh...Sarge....'Bo's name is Brian Oliver....so we jus' picked up on his
initials and called him BO since he was a l'il tyke," Osborne said.

Sarge glared at Osborne standing in the front room in his gym shorts and tee
shirt. With the circle of his hand around in the air, he horrified
Osborne....he wanted him bareass like he was ordered to be any time he was in Sarge's
quarters.

The feared-up Osborne's wide eyes went to Bo, then looked back to Sarge, as
if to say, 'But...my brother's here....and he don't..."

The continued stare said it all. Osborne shucked his shorts and tee and
kneeled to the floor.

Bo didn't see any of this still with Sarge's arm around his shoulder, guiding
him on into the bedroom for a getting acquainted sitdown with the big man.

"How long yur visit witcher bro gonna be boy?" Sarge quizzed Bo.

Smiling like the opening bud on a golden morning flower, Bo eagerly offered,
"I be stayin' till the mahwning, if'n thet be ok with you Mr...uhm...Sergeant."

"Thet'll be right fine young man," Sarge said as they sat together on the
edge of the bed and Sarge asked, "You still in school, boy?"

"Yes, sir...senior year...gonna join up soon's as I finish."

"Good boy," Sarge said. "You'll find the Army all you could ever want and
morrrrre," Sarge sort of cooed.

"But, you know, you gotta be ready to answer for things about yur own seff,
when you gettin' ready to be a man," Sarge continued, squeezing the kid's
shoulders...he'd kept his arm over them the whole time since he walked the boy back
into the bedroom.

"Like whut, Sir?"

"W-a-a-a-l-l-l, yuh knowwww...there be lotsa blacks in the service you be
servin' wit....and they be EEEqual to you here, not some fucking turdball at the
end'a yur shoe where you white boys been keeping 'em back in
A-l-a-b-a-m-errrr," Sarge went on.

Osborne out in the front room remembered the first night when Sarge
interrogated him about his feels for blacks. He started to become totally unnerved.
'Sarge wasn't...not with Bo...was he?'

"Oh Sir, I know thet...I ain't never had no problem wit' blacks...they be
pretty much on they own as me...and my buds back home."

"BOY," Sarge got louder...Osborne trembled, Bo snapped his face up to look
right in Sarge's eyes...."ol' Sarge here may looks young to you, but he be
knowin' the 'life sucks' parts. He knows whutchu does and don't do with the niggah
kids...and whutchu do, ain't all thet nice fer dem now....IS IT!???"

Sarge felt Bo's shoulders quivering.

Changing tune and tone, Sarge said, "Yur brother tells me you plays plays
hide the dick with each other in the loft and fields down on yur big-ass rich
whitey farm. Thet true??
Bet all you whitie cunt suck cock and bang yur holes out in ol' 'Fagboi Town,
Allerbamerr."

Quaking and shamed, Bo, said, "Oh no, sir....sergeant, we
don't...an-n-n...never....well, us boys fun aroun' you know, when we's skinny-dipping down the
pond an' all, but it's just...ohgod...it's jus' a l'il innuhcent kid fun....you
knowwww..."

"NO!" cocksucker....I DON'T know! Us black men is REAL men...and we don't
FUN...each'n udder....but we sho' knows how to fun you honky sweetbreads. I wanna
see just whut it be like down there in the loft down by yur daaaady's big
farm where you all boys be 'INN-NO-CENT'ing wit' boy assholes....fer FUNS! Get in
here queerass and show me an' yer brother whut I be talking 'bout!!!" Sarge
bellowed out into the front room to Osborne.

There were bumping noises and squeaks and in came Carter Osborne, on hands
and knees high-tailing his up-turned naked ass right up between his brothers
legs, pulling at the kid's fly and with Sarge holding the young dude tight to him
and hard to the bed, his prick flopped out his fly and boxers and was wolfed
into Carter's mouth!

Bo squealed in horror! He couldn't believe what was happening....he reached
to push his brother's head off him, but Sarge just pulled his arms behind him
while pulling his tee off over his head. He ordered Osborne to strip the pants,
shorts, socks and sneaks off the kid while he blowed his meat.

Up on the bed, Sarge started to ease back to the headboard, pulling Bo along
with him, and his brother's mouth stayed pegged to his peter as he followed
them up onto the bed on his knees.

Sarge smiled as it came clear that the kid was starting to buck his hips up
into his brother's mouth. He was close...very close...and Sarge was not gonna
let THAT happen.
Sarge put the heel of his foot to Carter's forehead and with a gentle push,
the big brother's mouth came off Bo's throbbing prick. The kid screeled in
loss! His cock just pulsed and bobbed there in all it's boy hardness of 6 1/2
inches of fat boy meat!

Sarge kissed the kid's teary cheek, and said, "No, honky faggot, whitebait
don't cum in diss barracks...even if their queerass brudder's blowin' 'em.
BUTTTTT....you gets tuh get more cum then you ever dreamed fum diss 'ere MAN's
cock, boy..."

"Urrrrwullphhhh!" Bo gwulpfed as his face was filled with his first black
dick...and we not sure if that wasn't the kid's first dick of ANY kind, ever.
Osborne cried as he watched his brother feed on black meat.

Sarge, looked at Carter and faked feeling for the older brother....."You
needn't be so sad, fuckboy....you not gonna lose out on yur chances just 'cause
there be some competition....and anyways, yur bro leaves tuhmorrow and diss here
Osborne tamer be ALL yurs onct again....hawwwww...haw haw!!!" Sarge guffawed
as he humped honky facehole.

With that, Sarge's big mitt closed its fingers around the back of Osborne's
head and pulled him to his balls where the poor fucker slobber-sucked the big
sergeant's fucksack while his kid brother was being pulled deeper onto Sarge's
whitie pleaser.

Osborne was being drowned in slop from above and he could see the blend of
prefuck scuz sleezing together with boy spit from his kid brother's mouth
ooozing down the long black stalk onto his ball sucking face.

Sarge cooed..."I ain't never been served by two honky bro's like 'iss, dudes,
but I kin tell you, this is one fine party we be havin'. I kin see and
F-E-E-E-E-E-L, you bowff loves it toooo!!!! DON'TCHU????"

Both boys were nodding crazily. Bo's innocent small town farm existence was
so l-o-n-g ago and far awayyyyy. His face was bobbing on the biggest dick he'd
ever seen.....or touched....annnnnnd....it wuz BLACK!!!!

"Gwiullcchh! Urcchhff! Gwuggglcchh!!" Bo's throat was being filled with a
sludge of pearly gargle! Sarge kept the boy's face and throat plugged in to
receive the fine black man sauce. He eased up ever so slightly so Bo could swallow
at his very calm coaxing while he massaged the teen's throat as it received
the joy goo cream of the Sergeant he was learning to serve.

"Yayyyyessss! Yahssssss! My young honky tool! You be a true Osborne! Yasss
indeedee! You suck the black man's just like yur brothercunt do! And you kin be
proud 'a thet! He sho' be one'o da best!!! Ahs'a cain't tell y'alls how proud
I is thet you boys blowed so much cock back home so you could know how to give
ol' Sarge the treat o' his life!"

The damage Sarge could be doing to the psyches of both these young dudes was
immeasureable....but...then again, they hung on Sarge's cock and balls like if
they let go they would die!!!!! Geez...could it really beeee? That black
cock, mannnn...it be a-dickt-ing don't it!???!

Sarge laid Bo out spread-eagle on the bed. His upper lip, nose and chin
looked like a glazed donut with the man's pearl icing coating them. He said,
"Private Osborne....I wantchu to introduce yur bro to the brotherly lovin' the Army
brings to you honky queens. I know it might not be much different fum whutchu
you and your whitie queers done back home, but in the Army it take on a whole
new feel and look, don'tchu agree???"

"Y-y-yes, Sergeant," the trembling private answered.

"Goooo-oooood! Then let's git to it! Show yur ol' Sarge the good fun two
white bro sweetbreads kin has wit' each'n other...RIGHT NOW, cuntboi!" Sarge
bellowed as he picked up Bo's feet and pushed them back to the headboard. "Let's
get eatin' dere boi! Yo' be makin' yur l'il bro feels right at home here in the
Army where he wanna be in a few months afta school, hear!??"

Nodding, shaking like a leaf, Carter Osborne dove into his brother's crease
with a wild tongue snaking to the winking pucker, "Aiiiieeeeeeeee!!!!" squealed
Bo!

Outside on the floor at the base of the door, Brownie was kicking and
whining, humping the floor in the sheer joy of the sounds of white on white boi
tailing!

Out in the squad bays, both upstairs and down, Magic had all of the white
trash carrying a bowl each he had commandeered from the mess hall that night.
Each bowl had  about an inch of black recruit piss in it, and now, the white
punks were moving among the blacks...sucking their cocks till they were ready to
nut, and then pulled off and jacked the black pricks off into the bowls. Seven
available punks, 36 black troops to unload....it was fine sport! Looked like
it was going to be another version of 'bobbing for apples'. There'd be a
special prize for the honky troop who sucked up the longest cum rope from the bottom
of the bowls.

Inside, beyond Brownie tearing up from laughing on the floor outside Sarge's
quarters, was the soap opera being played out on Sarge's bed.

"Uhm-uhm-uh-uh, fucktool. You don't get no more to munch on fer now boi. You
get ownee to look at Sarge's fine buck private-pleaser. You can lick at it,
and even kiss it, g'head...jes' like'at. Right on! Right on! My little man! You
does knows how to pleeeeeze! Yahhhh! Kiss right on thet bubble of sergeant
prefuck, whitebread. Yayayess!"

Sarge was crazing in heat right then. If he could think, he'd have been
wondrin' if he could hold out without blowing a wad then and there! Buttttt...he
wasn't in control enough to direct the scene and was going with the erotics of
it all.

He was really out of his mind at the sight of two honky boy brothers,
freckly-faced rubes right off the farm, reddish-blonde and full of life and fire,
working his big black body till it radiated heat flares!

He was a mass of black and sweat! His whole quivering body shone brilliantly
under the single naked lightbulb above. His quivers were all but strobing the
light reflection off his
skin.

The gleam of glistening sweat on the boys' so fair, pinky white cheeks and
foreheads as they worked black man cockknob and baby brother asshole was to
fucking die for!

Sarge pushed brother Carter out of his bro's hole and flipped Bo to the
bottom of the bed on his back. Pulling his ankles, he slid the boy up the sheet
till his brother-spittied pussy was bung-on to Sarge's meaty plow.

Steadily, slowly, but unhaltingly he slid young Bo onto his ebony reamer,
"Ullghh! Ohhh! Accchhh! Uhnooooo! Wphoo! Whpoo! Wphoo! Uh! Uh! Uh!" moaned Bo as
he was affixed to that huge truncheon.

Carter watched in absolute fucking awe, as the big sergeant's prick seemed to
flatten out and take the shape a black 2x4, spreading ever wider as it
disappeared up into his kid boy brother!!! Carter'd been a rider of that tool from
both ends already himself and was also reliving the first feels he had as it
found its way to the depths of the young soldier's very being....but this....to
see it going up into someone else...and the someone else be his brother! And
oh goddd, it was SOOOOOOOOO BIGGGGGG!!! He never realized how big that fucking
thing was that gave him that electrifying inner body rubbing that he would
never forget!

Now his brother Bo would share that knowing....that feeling....with him as
long as they both lived. There would be times they would look at each other in
future and shiver with the feel of that boy soldier thrasher Bo was wriggling
onto right that very moment.

Tears poured down the sides of Bo's beet-red face as the even wider looking
tool sought to bury its last three inches up into him. Poor Carter Osborne
wanted to help his kid brother so much, and didn't....couldn't move to help....and
when he looked at the determination in Sarge's face, he was certain if he
even moved a muscle to soothe Bo he'd be knocked from the bed with the back of
Sarge's hand.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Yesss, you cocksucking faggot! You is rightly reamed!"

Bo's clenched eyes opened to slits of teary blurs as Sarge slipped an inch of
cock out of the boy. He took Bo's hand and squeezed the fingers around the
slimy boy impaler. "Aiiiiiiccchhh!!!" Bo screamed. It seemed, as big as it felt
inside him. To feel it with his fingers made the whole surreal scene become
instantly real....and it felt even bigger as his imagination ran away with what
was left of his young mind. He couldn't fathom that something so big could be
all the way up inside him.

Sarge pulled Carter's face into the opening where Bo's hand was still closed
around the Sarge's penetrating tool. He let Carter lick his bro's hand before
getting the hand away and shoving Carter's tongue-out face down on the black
man's plunger. "You swab my meat as I make yur brother a man, boi.....wellllll,
a man....with a CUNT!!!!! Hawwwhawhaw!!!"

For the next fifteen minutes Sarge slowly pulled all the way to his cockhead
crown, and then surged just as slowly all the way back into the boy's
bunghole. The pain at the kid's pussy ring eased to a joyous albeit fiery, tingle that
sent twitches to nerve endings he didn't know he had. The rubbery massage of
his inner boyhole was more a numbing,  probing kind of feel that only mattered
to him when it was void of cock.

The whole time...all fifteen minutes, Carter's tongue and lips rode that
fucking pricktool up and back and up and back. Sarge was so mindless he had no
idea the joy he was having gazing on the whiteboi service he was getting....he
wanted every brutha he'd ever known to be seeing this sight....to be standing in
a circle cheering him on as he took the white mens.

He was cockin' him some whitetail! And he was gonna be cockin' all the
whitetail he be finding for as far as the eye could see!

Now he was all the way out of Bo, who actually whined in the loss of cock
that had by now become a part of him in these short moments with Sergeant Carter
and his brother. He looked up at the sergeant....and then to his brother....he
gripped his brother's knee...digging in with nails....his eyes pleaded with
Sarge....with a violent surge, the big black man was balls deep into the kid
once more....and Bo wheezed, and squealed and sighed looking up into Sarge's
eyes with his feet bottoms pressed together and held with one of Sarge's big
black hands....if two blue eyes under pinky-freckled eyelids could cry out, they'd
say, 'Oh godddd...I neeeded that so bad.....'

That was played out 50 more times over the next quarter hour as Sarge yanked
his prod from the needing boycunt and then plowed it back through him over and
over and over.

Out on the floor outside the door, a wild-eyed and crazed Private Brown had
humped his cock into the floor at the sounds of glee...joy...pain...and pure
eros inside and shot his wad TWICE! It was like an audio fuck book he was
listening to!

The fun the others got when they pulled him back into the bay was to get all
the white kids to lick his fuck cream off his underwear, prick, balls and
cockhairs, while they held him up in the air, legs spread wide. He looked like a
chocolate boi smorgasbord as the seven whiteboi tongues dived his spooge.

In Sarge's quarters, he had seated himself on top of the headboard of the
bed, and had Bo's legs wide, with the boy in an arched back crouch, his neck
craned up and his nose nuzzling the underside of Sarge's shaft while the kid
sucked the big dude's balls. "I wanna hear that slop-spit shlickin'
fuckweed....LEMMEE HEAR IT!!!"

"Squeeeshhk! Skuushhucch! swullikkk!"

"YAHHHHHH!" Sarge bellowed his approval.

"Tell Sarge boi...tell Sarge you needs the cock...tell him boi!!!"

"Ccchh-uhcch....needssh the c-c-cosshck, shhurhh," Bo smooched out from under
Sarge's big black nuts.

"WHO needs cock, boi....WHOOOOO????!" Sarge barked once more.

"I-I-I needsshh cocssk shurhh! PHUHBO...neesh cocssk shurr!"

Again Sarge prodded, "Who needs BLACK cock, boi!!???!"

"BOWFF needshh BWASSHK cosshk shurr!" was Bo's reply....while his big brother
was sucking the boy's asshole behind him while lying on his back, digging his
toy soldier tongue up inside his kid bro....and tears steamed down his cheeks
into Sarge's sheets.

"Whut 'nother BOYYYY in diss here room needs BLACK cock soooooooo bad,
BOYYYY????"

"Muh..mahh brovvah...Cartssher shuh...h-h-he needshh BWAFFK cosshk shurr!"

"Yes, he do boy....yayess he do....INDEED!"

In a flurry of hands, whines, yelps, legs, feet, and tongues, Sarge yanked Bo
upside down facing away from him as if standing on his head, and plowed his
fine nine inch soldier trainer down the young tool's butthole and ravaged Bo's
ass for an overlong fiery moment of fuckrutting rage till.....from a tiny
squealy weak voice down in the mattress, Bo cried out, "Oh
Shergheant....pleeeeeeeeze shershent....pweeeeeeeeze cummmmmm...ohgod....it's ohgod, so ohgod
pweeeeze shergheantsh!!" Bo begged the big man to blow his wad.

Sarge looked down into Bo's teary eyes...and then into his big
brother's....as he kept on keeping on....now ram-fucking that pussyboi cunt like he just
started.

"Aiiieeeeeeohhhhhhhhhhfff!!" Bo screeled.

In a near breathless huff, Sarge said, "See Carterboi, see how your brother
squeals for yo' Sarge's big black cock!!!!" and then he went totally
rigid....held and bucked ten times in rapid succession bolting his sergeant seed deep
down inside the high school farm boy.

As Sarge came down from his cock-creaming high and flopped to his knees, he
flipped Bo over so his cum-sloppy oozing butt slot gushed right in front of his
big brother Carter's face. Carter needed no instructions from Sarge. He
wolfed his taster up that soggy boicrack and then buried into the hole vacuuming
his sergeant's pearl jam right finely.

Sarge picked young Bo up and sat him into Carter's crotch facing him chest to
chest. Their legs behind each brother, folded at the knees. "Lemmmee see a
faggotboi sucking brotherly kiss that'll last you boys till ol' Sarge gets back
from town tomorrow to see you off, l'il Bo."

As the boys pressed their lips wildly together to both comfort each other and
show Sarge how quick they do his bidding, Sarge was giving them instructions:

  "When you fucktools home after boot camp is over, and you on pre-assignment
leave Carter, you gets that queer friend of yo' l'il brother' you both been
suckin' off back home....and findju a video camera. You sets up the camera
while you all sits down on hay bales in da barn. You tells him on camera how much
you all boys just LOVES to suck big black cock....how fun it be to kneel at
the feet of the black mens....thatchu cain't gets enough of it....that you been
finding some of the black boys 'round town 'specially tasty and liking the
feel as their big shiny black tools plows yur ass right where y'all used to joy
his own pinky-white pecker last fall....annnnnd how much bigger and better they
is!!"

Tears were sealing the boys' faces together as they realized the new life
they've found here with Sarge and his ebony boy pleaser, is GOING HOME with them.

Sarge was moving toward the shower as he finished up telling the boys that he
wanted to see that tape immediately afterward, and that Carter would be
responsible to either deliver it, or mail it to arrive within five days of Carter's
first day of leave before his first assignment.

It was nearing lunchtime that Saturday morning and Sarge was having his
two-brother whiteboi team wash and dry him in the shower as he was going to make a
run to town for the day, and prob'ly the night as well.

Sarge let the dudes dress and leave in decent order so as to mask their
goings on in his quarters that morning. The snickering black troops out in the bay
were clustered all around awaiting Sarge's departure, and for the two
faggots....the soldier-whitie, and his bro, to come out and get into  'squad training'
with the other white queens.

Sarge stepped out of his doorway and barked, "SHRUM! Front and center!"

"SHRUM!" was screamed out up the stairs to the second floor where Shrummy was
bareassed eating out his squad leader Mason's butthole.

The kid jumped through his skin....so did Mason. Mason grabbed the kid's face
and rubbed it into a bunk blanket to dry the spitslop, and they both scurried
to get a pair of shorts on the buttplugged kid's ass before sending him on
downstairs to report to the Sarge.

In a burrumble of bare feet thumping the steps, Shrum flew down the stairs
and hightailed it up the aisle sliding to a stop before the sergeant where he
saluted and reported breathlessly.

"Hey, pussystud...." Sarge greeted Shrum's crimson face, as he reached behind
to pat his butt in search of the buttplug. Smiling that it was in place, he
told Shrum to get dressed in casual street clothes for a trip to town with the
sergeant, and to be ready to go in 5 minutes.

Saluting again and flying back up the stairs to his locker, Mason came back
over to get some more action and when Shrum told him he had to go with the
sergeant, Mason still made the kid take his piss anyways on his knees, before
letting him get dressed. Shrum shook his head thinking of how much cum, cock and
piss he'd taken these last six days as he rushed downstairs again on the run
taking two and three steps at a time.

When he got to Sarge's door, he waited outside and soon Sarge opened the
door, let him in and closed it.

"Just so we unnerstands each'n other, fagboi....knees!"

Shrum dropped like a rock, opened his sergeant's fly, took out his massive
cock and kissed it right on the piss hole, then swabbed his tongue all around
the head before replacing it in Sarge's pants again.

"Goooood boyyyyyy!" Sarge growled as he pulled the kid up by his ear,
pinching it till he screeled in a tiny whinging whine.... "Dey gonna love you down at
the Pleasure Trove, studpussy!"

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