Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 10:59:09 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits 14

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains
descriptions of sexual activity between young adults.  Please write:
jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story.  Raw Recruits.  Chapter
14

He let Carter lay in his pubes and suck his balls while he pulled Bo up to
his pit to juice and swab, asking, "Whut time's yur bus home boy?"

"Eleben sir," Bo answered and dutifully digged his tongue into Sarge's
nappyhaired pit.

Pulling Bo by his ear to his titnipple, the kid chewed gently on Sarge's dark
brown spud as the big man said, "Okay...I'll give you a ride to the stop. You
both can get you clean, and Pvt. Osborne....you will wash yur brother
including friggin' out and suckin' out his butthole, jack him and suck off his load,
crawl in here wet fum the shower and show me his wad on yur tongue....then
we'll send him home."

Bo was crying for his brother as both kids wiggled into the shower, bellies
to the floor like dying trout in a boat.

Sarge loved it!

He flapped his fine ebony tool as he nestled his head back into his pillow
and awaited Carter's cum-bathed tongue report.

'Squeak! Squissk! Sqeesshh!' Sarge looked up and there was his young troop
Osborne prone to the floor, head strained up with his mouth open showing a hefty
boy wad of brother jelly.

'Hmmm...goood....now keep it right there, stand up and dry yurself, and call
yur fairy brother in here," Sarge directed.

"Bowff!" he screamed with a mouthful of spunk.

Soon came the squeaky slither of Bo making his fish slide across the floor
from the shower.

"Now, get a finger of yur spooge and stick it up Carter's hole," Sarge
ordered him.

The kid started tearing up again as he fingered his cum off his bro's tongue
and up his  butt, between his toes, into his pits, belly button, ears, nose
and nipples.

Shaking in sobs from what he had to do to his brother, Bo then heard the
final order.

"Good, boys...it's clear to me you really live fer diss queer stuff....so
let's finish it off on a high note. Boboi, stick yur tongue way out, yeh,
like'at....just like when you suck out all them farmboy assholes back home....yahhhh!
Now stick it way deep inside yur bro's mouth being careful to lickup whut's
left of yur cum in there and suck it between you while you hump yur bodies
together.....YAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You love it! I can tell!"

Tears streamed down both boys' faces.

"Okay, good. Private Osborne...go get yur brother's clothes and get him
dressed in five minutes! Meet me outside, Bo," Sarge said as both brothers took off
to find Bo's clothes and get him dressed.

When Osborne headed back to his bunk he stopped short for a second, and tears
welled up in his eyes....again. Skorpio and Rood were lying face up and naked
wagging their black woodies from the bunks on either side of Osborne's.

As they drove to the bus stop outside the post gate, Sarge told Bo, he might
be getting a note from Sarge to visit camp again from time to time in the last
five weeks of this basic training session....and then they'd see about his
own enlistment and assignment possibly to 'train' with Sarge!!!!! Eeeeyiiiii!
"It might be just fine if'n yo' bringed along the little fuckboy you pimp
yo'seff and Carter out to when you make thet video fer ol' Sarge....ehhhhh???"


Raw Recruits.  Chapter 14.

Sarge drove through the bus turn-around  and parked off to one side of the
exit lane. Turning to Bo with his right leg coming up some onto the seat, his
knee bent against the stick shift, he stared with just the slightest hint of a
smile at Bo. Bo started to fidget and got r-e-a-l uncomfortable.

Sarge shot his hand up and back of the kid's neck. Cupping and squeezing he
brought Bo's face right into his crotch where he warmed himself with white
cracker boy face! Up and back, and the side-to-side, and a final deep smooooshing
that had poor Bo gasping for air when he was finally allowed to come up out
from between the sergeant's legs.

"See you in a week or two boy....and with a nice demo tape for me to enjoy, I
suspect," Sarge said as he watched Bo's teen toy ass slip from the jeep's
seat. Bo shuddered to himself being reminded of the horror of having to make a
tape of himself sucking some buddy....one more time he saw his life and times
pass before his mind's eye. He sluffed toward the bus that was now boarding,
dragging his backpack behind him. It was like all his strength was sucked out of
him knowing he had to perform like some boy hooker for that man.

Bo Osborne turned to watch Sarge pull away from the bus depot, a tingle in
his prick, then headed up the steps and down the aisle....looking for an
overhead rack for his backpack when....."Psssssst!!!"

"Psssssst!"

Bo looked to where the sound was coming, and shit man, it was the blackest
face he'd ever seen....and that's saying something considering the black
smorgasbord he was just treated to the last 48 hours!

Anyways....he got that same cold chill up his back he got the first time
Sarge put that big black hand to him in his quarters Saturday morning. This dude
was bi----iiiiggggggg!

He must of been about 6' 6" with a shining black face that made his teeth and
eyes look like they were glowing in the dark!

Bo was quaking in his sneakers. Cold sweat was damping his boxers.....but, oh
man oh mannnnnnn.....his cock was straining against his jeans in its
inevitable search for his belly button.

The big black guy was waving him to a seat at the very back which was not
quite a full bench, but large enough to curl up and take a snooze. He pulled his
pack back down from the rack in the center of the bus aisle and headed on back
like the unsuspecting lamb pussy he was.

With a sheepy smile twisted across his face and his head cocked off to one
side he saw the blond teen kid in the seat in front of the black man's....and an
average size dude in a suit with some business papers opened across his
attache case on the seat across from the  blond teener.

They had looked up when they heard the black guy trying to get Bo's
attention...then followed the kid to where he passed them heading back behind them.

"Have a seat heahh, boi," said the black guy.

The kid and the business suit guy sneaked peaks from the corners of their
eyes to catch what was up. This being a southern town, seeing a handsome young
white rube being drawn by the bidding of any black dude was news! Thereafter,
the two in front tuned their ears in as much as they could to get a handle on
the white on black doin's  back behind them.

Snapping the overhead shut, Bo sat into the space next to the big black
man...."Hobbs, they calls me, boi," he said to Bo, holding out a hand to shake.

"Bo," the boy answered, losing his miniature hand inside the grip of that
moose of a black man.

"Good tuh get tuh know yuh, boi....'specially as I see'd yu gots the special
hankering for us mens of the colored persuasion," he said laughing at his own
excuse for humor.

Bo's face wrinkled up, confused, until Hobbs explained.

"Hey boi," I seen the way that young black guy dropped you off back at the
depot and said 'good-bye' while he pulled yur face between his legs for a
ruboff. Ol' Hobbs ain't likely to be fergettin' somethin' like'at!"

Bo blushed crimson!

Both the guys in seats ahead of them heard that. The teen's hand went for his
crotch to give his meat a little attention. The older guy across the aisle
felt a tingle in the head of his dick under the papers he had in his lap.

The bus which had already been rolling was fully underway now as signaled by
the lurch at the entrance to the interstate.

Hobbs' hand covered Bo's fly and felt the boy's rod had sprung up pointing at
his tight teen abs. As the guys in front of them strained to hear, Hobbs
stuck his anteater tongue into Bo's ear, lapped at it, and whispered, "Hobbs
knows, boi...you needs it....and feel boi....feel, he got mo' than you could ever
need in five lifetimes!" Bo's hand was smothered under the big man's as it was
roughly ground against the biggest cock he could ever imagine!

"Let's you and my dude down here get friendly, boi.....REAL friendly...."

Bo was a mass of sweat! His boy muscles were twitching and straining as his
brain said, 'fight it', but his hands didn't seem to be his own anymore as he
reached for Hobbs' zipper tab and slowly opened the big man's tool chest.

Hobbs popped the button and the pants flaps seemed to fold back on their own.
The man was in army green boxers....Bo looked up into his big shiny face and
said, "Yuh-yuh in the Army, m-m-mister???"

"'At's right boi...ain'tchu too?" Hobbs asked as he tightened his fingers on
Bo's wrist and fed the kid's fingers through his fly hole.

"N-N-Noo-ooo...uhh...my broth---I was visit---seeing my brother for the
weekend is all," Bo replied as his eyes went wide as saucers....spit collected in
his mouth....he never felt anything like that on ANY of the dudes that past
weekend.....or anytime in the farmboy funs back home neither!

Hobbs got that big proud shit eating grin across his face, leaned into Bo's
ear and whispered loud enough for the teen in the seat ahead of them to
hear...."It's EEE-LEVEN
inches my man....and eight around!!!!"

Bo's clammy hand dragged up and down the huge black member guided by Hobbs'
own hand. Hobbs kissed the top of Bo's head, and said, "Give it a kiss
boi....be REEEEEEAL friendly....heahhhhh???!"

HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! What was making these black dudes attract to him.
He was becoming a magnet for their attentions. Could it be he somehow
'invited' this attention? Did he WANT it? He thought....."Phwummpphhkk!" He was
snorfin' musky man pubes after Hobbs rammed his prod through Bo's innocent kissing
lips to the back of his mouth.

Hobbs pressed his big lips into the back of Bo's neck, "Yayeeess, boy,
yayessss! You do thet right fine."

The hum of the big tires on the roadway was like background music to the
hummin' ol' Hobbs was gettin' on his tool.


Sarge was caught between wanting to go back to the 'Trove' for a 'one more
once', a beer at the NCO Club, or some rest back at the barracks. After a mental
evaluation of the options, he turned back toward the post.

With Sarge clearly in the 'zone', most of the troops at the barracks were
laying low, or gone to their own funs at their club or throwing a ball around
outside. Skorpio and Rood were not to be denied. They figured they had at least
the time for a nut or two before Sarge got back from the depot...if he did come
back at all.  And here was little ol' Private 'Suckmydickboi' Osborne fresh
from servicing the Sarge.

To much to resist. Private Rood pulled Osborne hard to his bunk blocking the
view of the dark tool he was fondling from Sarge's quarters. He put Carter
Osborne's hand on his prick and said, "Just squeeze it and release...squeeze and
release....'at's it honkyboi....make yur bro feel so goooooood!"

Standing now and watching the front door as Sarge and Bo headed out, Skorps
waited for a few more moments to be sure. Then he turned to face Osborne now
fully into wacking off the Roodster.

Osborne just couldn't believe how they just kept it up hour after hour and
still it wasn't enough for them....these black studs just had to have them
double and triple shares of sweetbreads. Skorps shoved his boxers down and climbed
up over both Rood and Osborne. He forced Osborne's face onto Rood's hog, and
mounted the teen trooper, ham-slamming that boy ass for all he was worth!

"Fuck you, yuh l'il dogface. We gonna blackfuck you till you be black ya own
seff! Unnghh!
Errrrnnnnncchhh! Uh! Uh! Ahyeh! Fuck, man! Fuh-uhhhckkkk!" Skorps kept
pounding that shiny white ass.

"Uhwupff! Urulwf! Oompplkk!" Carter was 'gwalf'ing Roodster's dick like there
was no tomorrow. Rood wasn't making it any easier for the teen tool, either.
Every two or three swirls of the kid's tongue over his cock head, he yanked
Osborne down till he was rooted in the young cocksucker's throat!

Skorps was loving that. Each time he throated the whitebread, his whole body
tensed and squeezed hard on Skorps' cock making his ravaging rutt fuck all the
more satisfying. He'd follow with a roaring "OH YEHHHHH!" every time Osborne
body clenched all up on him.

Then, for nothing but maybe a little variety, Skorps yanked his prick out and
pulled Osborne's face off Rood, flipped him over and sat the teen soldier's
bunghole right on Rood's cock, gripped him under both pits, yanked him up and do
wn and started fucking the tool up and down and up and down and Rood was
nearly out of mind just lying there getting the cum fucked out of him without
moving a muscle!

Of course for that few moments Osborne had a mouth full Skorps to eat while
he bobbed and bounced on Roodster's truncheon.

Then, the scene played out to the praise and glory of every black boi in
Barracks One!
Skorps, with his naked black foot sideways to Osborne's throat, he pressed
the whitey twink flat on his back against Rood's upfucking body while he threw
the kid's legs up, fingered him some space above Rood's reaming beam, and slid
himself right on up and fucked through and for the both of the dudes
underneath him.

He chewed and bit and licked at everypart of Osborne that his lips, tongue
and teeth could reach while he led the fabulous dual-penetrating
fuck-ramming-reamage of whiteboi faggot ass Osborne.

Every few seconds, Osborne's eyes would fly open and he'd see...he didn't
know....it was....white spots...no black....well....it was both. It was fifteen
black faces sitting, kneeling and standing all around the three-ring circus on
Rood's bunk. The white spots before Osborne's eyes were the teeth and eyes of
those black boys in the biggest, widest shit eating whiteboy fucking grins
they'd ever had!

More than a squad of boys was on hand to watch young Osborne perform like a
trained seal on the end of two brutha cocks! What....just WHAT could be better!!

With Bo on his way home....and on his way down on Hobbs I might add, and
Shrum nowhere to be seen, there were six whitebreads still available for the now
hardboned black troopers. The layoff was over I guess....the crowd, horned as
toads went off to find them their own tool service rubbing up under their balls
like humpy chimps.

"Oh boy! OboyoboyoFuckyou, you l'il faggot!" They'd found Private Paulie
Denny in the head. He'd been about to take a piss. Four black studs grabbed him,
turned him upside down and with his head in the toilet, they made him piss down
his own body. They made him bend his face up so he could try and aim for his
own mouth too.

Oh man. Beautiful choreography! How fucking creative these dudes were! When
Paulie had soaked that handsome muscular weightlifter body of his with his own
piss, one troop held him up by the ankles and while he dunked Denny's head up
and down in the pissy toilet, the other three guys stood around the bowl and
pissed on his face in his mouth and up his nose, splashing into the water to
get spray over most of the upper half of his body.
Then, with great fanfare, the cheered as they bottomed Paulie's head in the
toilet and flushed it letting the swirling water shoosh up his nose and in his
ears. He was sure he was drowning and had so little fight left to kick and
squirm with!

In big toothy dark shine from their takedown of yet another white stud, the
four black troops put Paulie's head to the floor, bent his legs up and back
above his head, ganged his ass and sat on his face for butt cleavage cleanage. Oh
yes! Oh yes! Did they ever love that tongue swirling up into their funky
bungs while they waited their several turns to send Paulie's own ass on a'pole
pummel pounding he wouldn't soon forget.

Maybe Paulie knew it....and maybe he didn't...but....but his cock was hard as
steel digging into his wrinkled up belly-button as pounding black rodmeat
gave him more and more....and more....of what he never knew he needed and was
finding more and more....
that he DID!!!

Private Carey somehow had gotten outside before with a couple of the other
white dudes and were throwing a football around.

Sarge spied the sweetbread buffet on the hoof from the distance as he
shuffled back from the motor pool where he dropped off the jeep.

Hinds was dropping back with the ball and heaving it long to the fleet footed
Stevie Carey.

"Phhffoompphhhhh!!" Carey slammed sideways right into Sarge just as the ball
came down. Carey slumped in a heap the ground at Sarge's feet as Sarge caught
the ball. When Carey shook his head a couple of times to knock out the
cobwebs, he looked up into Sarge's big wide grin.

He shuddered anew, and smiled back, sort of from just about the tops of
Sergeant Carter's sneakers.

The three other white troops shivered and trembled as they feared the renewal
of their torment was once again upon them. The fears were apparently well
founded. They watched Sarge feed the football down to Carey. They broke into cold
sweats as they saw Carey's tongue swipe up around the pointed end of the
ball. They watched Carey's body jerk and buck up off the ground as Sarge stuffed
the ball fully into Carey's mouth and even mashed the side of it into the kid's
nose, effectively blocking both of Carey's airholes!

The three kids were frozen to the ground as they seemed to hold their breath
in sympathy with the stifled Carey who was flailing his arms and legs at this
point.

They all exhaled together as Sarge pulled the football from Carey's face and
looked down smiling as the kid hacked and gagged, rolled over on his belly and
drooled onto the tops of Sarge's sneaks.

He went limp and lay quiet. The others started to run for him, but then
stopped short as Sarge reached down and gripped the scruff of Carey's neck and
pulled him straight out of the grass like you would pick up a kitten.

Holding fast to the back of Carey's neck, he pulled him to his feet and
guided the stumbling teen soldier to and up the barracks steps. They disappeared
inside as the screen door slammed behind them.

Sarge didn't see Rood and Skorpio double fucking Osborne, and they were out
of their minds ravaging their white toy tool, and didn't even know Sarge had
returned.

Sarge opened the door to his quarters and stood Carey out in front of him.
The scared and shattered dude tried hard as he could to straighten up to
attention before his sargeant....and master.

His hands were flat to his sides. Somehow, Sarge had not noticed the wedding
band was wearing before this. "Hey boi! You be married???!"

"Yuh-yu-yehesssss....mmmSargeant."

"And yo' wife don't know 'boutchu???"

"S-s-sirr???" Carey queried.

"You mean she don't know you been faggin' halfa San Francisco while whe
beddin' fer you???!" Sarge jeered.

"I-Iyi---nooooo Sergeant...I don't do...I'm no....please sergeant....and
jus'...jus' not like ....that," poor Carey squealed.

"You don't have to hide it here boy....ol' Sarge unnerstands how it is fer
you young 'frisco queens....gotta put on a show out dere....but not here. Sarge
knows you like likes to ride the hammer hog. "S'okay boy," he said as the
trembling youngster felt Sarge's long arm come around behind him and molded to his
shoulders as they moved to Sarge's back room.

Sarge sat at the foot of his bed, and pulled Carey's gym shorts and boxers
down. He gripped the boy's hanging prick until Carey started to buckle. Then he
had Carey put his foot on Sarge's knee so he could take the kid's sneaker off.
He repeated that with the other foot. Carey stood naked before Sarge and
between the bigger man's knees, as he had been shirtless to start with.

Sarge stared up at the quaking teen soldier for a long time in silence.

The kid was in torment! He could barely keep his balance. He felt like he was
swaying at the top of a skyscraper. Sarge watched the sweat stream down
Carey's entire body.

"Nnnnghhh!" Carey groaned as Sergeant Carter reached that long arm up between
Carey's legs and searched out the boot's bunger back behind the kid's low
hanging balls.

"Ucccchhhhherrrmmmm!" scrawled Carey once more as Sarge's long black middle
digit sank up to the third knuckle into white troop pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

And just when Stevie got used to his full hole....Sarge fed his forefinger up
alongside the other one and wormed both around and around and
"Ahhhiiiiicchhgh!!" the kid wailed.

Sarge looked up at Carey's chin. The boy's face was thrown back and he was
facing up at the ceiling sqweeching from the anal invasion being foisted on his
young teen bunger.

Sarge was frigger-fucking his fingers inside the wildly squirming, wretching
Carey, and when the kid's cock slowly rose hard and snapped to his belly,
Sarge hollered for Stevie to look at his dick. "HA!" Sarge taunted. "And'jer wife
don't know! HA!"

Carey didn't know or care or maybe, he didn't even hear Sarge this time. The
purple knobbed truncheon drove up his toybox too fast for him to find sense in
anything he saw, felt or heard anymore. Sarge, in almost one fluid motion had
Carey in the air, legs spread and around Sarge's waist as his trembling body
sank the whole 9 inches onto Sarge's pride and joy!

Carey's entire life turned into shooting stars and a blank white screen. He
might have been fainting from the suddenness and depth of his impalerment! "Oh
GOD!!!!! OhgodohgodohGODDDDDD!!!!!" screamed Carey flaming out of his mind
from the friction, heat and pain!

Just then there was a call from outside the door, "I be HERE!!!!!" screamed
the booming voice of....it wasn't really God was it?

"Who dere??!" answered Sergeant Carter.

"It be GODDDDDDDDDD!!!" the voice roared again.

This time Sarge could tell it was Fenny...Sgt. Fenwick, who'd he sent Conway
to the other night for some 'special' training about how NOT to be late fer
servicin' yer sergeant.

"ENTER BY GOD....AND MEETCHER SERVANT!!!!" Sarge called back.

It was Fenwick, and he had the handle of a large 'something' shrouded in a
sheet.

"Oh my oh myyyyyyy! Whut has we heah, mah mannnn!" Fenny grinned as he got a
sight of the sweat-soaked whitebread riding him some blackness.

"We has heah, yo' good-assed servant, Godman!" Sarge answered, spanking
Carey's sweaty hips as the troop romped up and down on his Sergeant hugging the big
man around the neck, curling and clenching his boy toes behind Sarge, as he
tried to see who had come in but just couldn't control any of his muscles any
longer and his tongue droozed string after string of spit as it hung from his
lower lip and he gasped for the breaths that were being pumped out of him from
below.

"Lookit whut I brunged you, bro!" Fenny said as he set down the 'package' and
pulled the shroud clear. A-FUCKING-MAZING!!

It was like a large soft leather diaper duffle. It had four flaps that folded
over and lashed together at the center. Out the one side was the near-skinned
blondieboi head and feet double over....of Private Shrum!!!! Out the other
side was Shrum's bare ass with a large black buttplug stuffed up his hole.

Fenwick unsnapped the latch and the folds fell away just like an unfolding
diaper baring the site of the young troop's hands cuffed to his golden cock ring
between his legs.

Sgt. Carter broke into a big wide grin. Inside Carey must have thought
Sarge's cock grew another foot with how it emboldened itself at the sight of the
Shrummieboi tool back from the Treasure Trove.

"I figgered you wasn't coming back, and you'd wantcher little faggot ass back
for the start of the training week," Fenwick explained.

"You right dere, my man....and thank YOU!" Sarge said, slapping hands with
his brother sergeant. "Unfold his ass and hang him by the cuffs on those hooks
on the wall," Sgt. Carter directed Fenwick.

Shrum hung full length down the wall watching as Fenwick dropped his pants
and squeezed his fat powertool up next to Sgt. Carter's cock up inside a newly
screaming Stevie Carey.

Sarge spit into his face and bellowed, "I bet yer little lezzie wife wouldn't
be surprised one bit to see you BWW, boi!!!"

Through his agony, Stevie looked into Sarge's eyes clearly not knowing what
Sarge meant by BWW, even as Fenny was licking the young trooper boot up the
back of his neck as his fat fuck-humper massaged his hole from deep, and deeper
and way up inside.....

"Blacked while white, boyyyyyy!!!! BLACKKKKKKKKKKKKED while WHITE!!!!!" Sarge
growled.

Shrummie squirmed at the sight and Carey's screels shot right through him to
the background hum of the two moaning, glowing sergeants as they double-fucked
the toy teen soldier out into next week.........Shrummie's tool was pegged to
his belly....leaking streams of pearly prefuck down the shiny underside of
his cum tube, out over his balls and down toward the floor....

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