Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2007 09:47:42 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits.  Chapter 19.

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descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
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Chapter 19.

Fum last time:
Roodman got them all on their backs, asses up, combat boots and pulled down
fatigue pants and boxers crumpled around them, as brutha after brutha got him
some white boi in the woods, 'country style', yuh might say!!!

The sadsack white fuck tools were pounded, pumped and otherwise black meat
tenderized for the entire 20 minute break.

Except for the fact that EVERY black boy wanted to have laid him a Shrum on
the litter as they marched, all the black kids would have been laid by the end
of the 7th mile. But, sad for the Shrummer boy, he got all 35 in that litter
with him (Alex, leading the company was not part of this....wonder if he'd ever
deign to plow him some honky again).

One of the great funs was to have a different whiteass lick up the fuckdregs
oozing out of Shrum's hole and whatever dripped to the litter. Mannn!
Beeeyuuuteefulll!

There was dried fuck on every white dude's lips and face most of the whole
way to the bivouac area at the end of the march! Robby Shrum's face was long ago
camouflaged with dried and drooling blackfuck sauce. None of the white troops
was allowed to wipe his mouth or face at any time. The sweat, as it streamed
down their faces made eerie tracks and was actually creating Halloween masks
of their faces.

These poor fuckers had been through so much shit in one week, that if they
could think, they would have felt that they could take anything after this.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!

After the troops were all formed up into their respective squads at march
end, and dismissed, it was all the recruit platoon leader could do to keep a
straight face at the sight of the seven litter carrying white troops, and Shrum's
litter set down next to them with an army blanket shrouding his naked
fuck-ravaged bunger.

One of the black dudes kneeled down at Shrum's head after the troops were
dismissed and fed three of his fingers into the kid's mouth, which Shrummer
dutifully sucked till drool spilled from his lower lip, pleasing the feeding brutha.

Tents were to be set up, and there would be two per squad, with five or six
troops housed in them for the night.

The training exercise had actually begun with the squad leaders called to the
Ops tent for briefing.

Rood assigned the white boys to put up the tents and dig the latrine. Black
troops would handle help in the mess tent since after the whiteboi chores were
done, they'd be back in 'service' with no time for other duties.

After the tents were up and latrine dug, there was some free time for
entertainment. Rood called on the whitebois to be gladiators. In the true spirit of
Roman culture, they were summarily stripped naked and stood in a circle in the
center of camp. Several black troops accepted a white boy's boxers in honor of
his championing the black.

The fights were started with white-on-white bashing till there would be one
white standing. It was fabulous! Roodman was happy beyond his imagination with
the things that kept popping in his head to mess these honky boys up.

The white kids were a total wipeout! Paulie Hinds, the only real muscle dude
among the white kids won out when he sat on Hodge after the short
bash-a-white-around started.

Then to give it that added flavor of treason, Rood ordered each white loser
to crawl to Hinds, kiss his cock head, thank him for beating the shit out them,
and then take his cock down each of their throats. To add insult to injury,
the bruthas made Hinds an honorary black for the night and he was told he could
fuck every white kid in the platoon!
Ohhhh boyyyyyyyy!!!! What's going to be here???  A fucking traitor in their
midst?

Raw Recruits.  Chapter 19.

Well, we can't get too far ahead ourselves here....speaking of treason,
traitors and such, what with what was going down at Sarge's tent quarters. What was
cool about being the Sarge is that your quarters aren't put up and taken down
each bivouac...they're permanent, well, as permanent as any army tent can be.

It does have the added amenity of being pitched on a slab of concrete or wood
deck, and the latrines for cadre are separate from the grunts, and of course t
hey contain real toilets and sinks, as opposed to the recruits meager wood
slabs with butt hole cut outs and holes in the ground. They have a shower and
all as well, with running water.

Anyways, Sarge was arranging his duds in his tent when he called for Private
Brown, who'd really become the platoon gopher and Sarge was always using him
to fetch this or that, in addition to the whitebreads to service the big stud.
With dust balls behind him, reminiscent of the Road Runner, Brownie was
outside Sarge's tent flap in two shakes and bellowing "Private Brown as ordered
Sergeant."

"Right," Sarge said softly from inside. "C'min heah, boy....yur ol' Sarge
needs a hand."

Brownie was delighted to be specially called to quarters with Sarge. This
hardly ever happened. Matter of fact, the only troops that spent any face time
with Sarge were the honky bois, and they in there for 'servicing Sarge. Brownie
burst through the tent flap and...........he gulped, sucking in his breath.

Sarge was in cadre camo garb still, boots on and all, but out of his pants as
he lay back on his cot on the pillow was a black standard the likes of which
Brownie had never had the pleasure. Sarge had this devilish grin that was
almost a sneer and was baring all his teeth for Brownie as he slowly, painfully
slowly, pulled all the way up his coal black 9 inches of tool to the head,
curled his fingers and palm around the head, and then let the hand descend to his
pubes where the fingers of his other hand were flatted to his groin with the
thumb and forefinger encircling what had to be easily a 6" plus root of
thickness.

Brownie was stunned at the sight...and he seemed to forget the where and how
while he zoned in on that handsome cocktool.

"Boots, boy!" Sarge said softly. Mannnn...amongst blacks, calling another
dude names was cool, but BOY! That was a stretch!

Regardless, Brown was in a bit of a stupor, and just dropped to his knees and
untied the tall sergeant's boots which were extending out just past the
bottom of the cot.

"Lick them soles, Bo-oyyyyy!!!" Sarge barked.

Young Pvt. Brown never even thought about it. He wrapped both arms around the
first boot he could and face planted hisself right onto the very fucking
bottom of those treaded soles! Sarge could swear the dude was humming and moaning
against the thick and dirty rubber boot bottoms. He'd have been right!

"Lick down to the toe end and then lick the polished part up top, faggot!"
Sarge growled in a low, and seething tone. The 18 year old troop recruit
couldn't tongue-swarsh Sarge-boot fast enough. The drool was dripping in glops to the
floor, and Brown was gasping as if he had his mouth stuffed with cock and
couldn't get enough air from his nose!

Ohhhhhh! He suck-swarmed that toe into a model ebony spitshine for his
horse-cocked young sergeant!

Sarge had the diminutive troop remove and suck the other boot, his socks, and
then his feet and toes. This last part he had Brownie do while flat to floor
on his belly with Sarge's feet under the kid's face while Sarge sat on the
edge of the bed.

Sarge could see the blackboy teen butt wriggling and slithering as he went
about his 'duty'.

Sarge slipped three fingers up under Brown's fatigue collar and pulled the
toe sucking little fucker up to his knees before lowering the young soldier's
face onto that 9 fucking inch Sergeant Carter cock!

Sarge did not stand on ceremony here as he ground the heel of his hand into
the nape of the kid's neck till the gawking little brutha was fucking impaled
on sergeant dick to the pubes!

Brownie'd never downed a dick in his short life, and you'd think the fucker
was cockhound extraordinaire the way he rooted on that big black billy club!

The drive in the young private was overwhelmingly to please...please his
sergeant who he idolized. Of course Pvt. Brown was also patronizing the big man
who through his favors was making Brownie 'BMIB'  (Big Man in the Barracks). But
beyond all else, Pvt. Brown was in a zone in the presence of Sarge's huge
masher. It was like he SHOULD fall down and worship that thing for all he was
worth! Something that big and handsome deserved the utmost respect, and the one
thing all men respect, gay or str8, is a huge motherfuckin' COCK!

Here, as the fifth week of basic training began with the bivouac that day,
Sarge was well aware that Brownie had gotten too big for his boxers and this was
Sarge's way of reigning the teenboy soldier in. Hmmmm...that Brownie seemed
to just 'swoon' to serving Sarge no matter what he made him do, had Sarge
thinking it might have no effect when Brown left the sergeant's tent that evening.

Musing on this, Sarge kept Brown bellied to the floor and told him to get his
clothes off..."Butt nekked, niggah!" he growled at the end of his
instructions to Brown. While the recruit strained to strip in any number of contortions
while keeping his belly down, Sarge went to the flap opening of the tent and
snapped a finger at a passing troop.

Receiving his orders, the troop double-timed to the wooded area and passed
the word to Private Rood who was putting the honky boys through their paces for
the entertainment of the rest of the platoon sitting in a semi-circle with
their mess trays eating dinner.

Moments later, "Pvt. Shrum reporting as ordered Sergeant."

"Enter, soldier!" Sarge roared, his voice booming, actually scaring both
Shrum and Brown.

Shrum parted the tent flap and took one step inside, and saluted at
attention, bareskinned except for a pair of army green boxers.

Sarge said, "AT EASE!" loudly, and pointed to the spot in front of the small
black, now naked kid, belly-down on the floor with his nose touching the wood
at upside down attention.

Shrum stepped smartly to the spot at the edge of the bed where Sarge was
sitting and above and in front of Brownie's head.

Sarge's hand gripped Robbie Shrum's waist as he inched the dude forward till
his toes were under Brown's face.

Brown could have recognized Shrum's voice, but very likely not. The only
things coming out  of Shrum's mouth these last days, or going in for that matter,
were brutha dicks and wads of black boy goosperm.

Brown lay to the floor at attention watching the whitieboi toes make their
way under his eyes and cheeks.

"Woof on'em honky feet, troopah!" yelled Sarge.

Brownie's face was wormin' and wigglin', and smuffin' and sucklin' like a
puppy dog in heat!

Shrummer was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his being serviced by the one
black who had led the onslaught throughout the barracks on the white kids the
last 8 days! And this little prick was devouring him with fucking gusto. No
half-hearted body suck this!

Sarge kept Brown to the floor but eased Shrum to his knees, then squatting
and then sitting to the floor so Brownie could eat him from foot to head without
getting up off his muscle-strained stomach.

Sarge leaned into Shrum's ear while Brown was sucking the honky soldier off,
and told him to: "Make him eatcher load, boy! Make him eat it!"

With that Shrummer started to hump black face from sitting position and
rutted up into the downed black face while pressing up on his hands from behind hi
m...."Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohgood! Ohhh! Cummin! Nnnnghhhhffpphh!! Uhhhhhhhh!"

"'Atta boy! Make that niggah yur cock slave sweetbread!"

Sarge did not release Brown who was now crawling up between Robbie Shrum's
legs and licking every part of that golden haired pinky white boy his tongue
could reach!

He sucked white right up into Shrum's hair with a long stopover depth
charging Robbie's mouth with that fevered blackboy tongue. Robbie thought that
fucking kid's taster was going clear down his throat. Brownie face-dived him
ravenously!

Once every crewed hair on Shrum head was nigger-lipped and matted to his
scalp, Brown was instructed to roll Shrum over and get his back parts and
especially munch him some whiteboy asshole!

Shrum thought he'd never have such pleasure again in all his life! That
anteater tongue of Brown's found places inside Robbie's black-fucked butt he never
thought he had! Mannnnnn! There was still massive fuckwad up there too from
the kid's being fuck-humped throughout the entire march by every black in the
platoon! By proxy, Brownie was eating every one of his bruthas!

Sarge had Brownie eat ass till Shrum was screaming and finally burst into
tears from the unbelievable bung-fevered joy Brownie inflicted on that tender
whitetoy tool of a soldier! Tears streamed from Robbie's eyes as he literally
flung his butt up and down, around and around, and from side-to-side to both get
away from that erotic butt-wormer, and at the same time get as much fucking
tongue up his hole as he could get!!!!

It was at that point that Sarge reached down and picked Brownie up from
between the kid's legs and butt cheeks, and pulled him knees bent to his own
crotch, replanting the kid's throat with that big niner again! "Guwallffkkk!"

With a finger under Brownie's chin he pulled the cocksucking face up till
Brownie's huge jet-black-saucered eyes were right in Sarge's....and tears welled
up from the strain on his throat and neck.

Cock rooted and swallowing over the massive Sarge cockhead, Brownie had his
face slapped, 'Smack! Smukkkk!' forehand and backhand, and again....and again!

"Squeeeeussskkkk! Agghhhhccchhh!" Brownie gasped and screamed as his throat
came off Sarge's truncheon.

Sarge stuck four fingers into Brown's mouth and moved in nose to nose with
the little black punk. "YU, mo'fuck' is bein' too fuckin' BIG fer yo' britches!
This be a wahnin'! If'n yo' don' shape up and show respeck 'round here, you
gonna be eating white boy ass all OVAH diss camp, on yo' knees, butt naked....in
fronna the whole goddam company!!!!" It was amazing how Sarge just lapsed
into the ol' ghettospeak when he had a brother to work out on.

"YAAAHHH-FFUHHHH!" Brown tried to respond with his lower jaw pressed down by
Sarge's fingers.

Sarge set Brown on his hands and knees at the entrance to his tent, and told
Shrum to get a foot under the naked black's ass and shove him off the floor
deck of the tent into the dirt!

"Oooohhhpphh!" they heard from inside when Brownie landed outside head over
butthole, and Sarge pointed at the kid's clothes on the floor and told Robbie
to throw them out on top of Brown in the dirt outside.

When Shrum had done that, he turned back to his sergeant and cock mentor, and
saw that the big man was lying back on his cot, teentroop pleaser at full
black staff and ready to plow the lower forty!

Robbie didn't make a sound or have an expression on his face.

He barefoot his naked body to the big black's cot, climbed upon it, and stood
straddling the masthead before slowing descending on it and taking it, inch
after inch after inch until the entire slick-shiny ebony mantool disappeared
with a long soulful groan from somewhere way deep inside a pretty golden haired
soldier in service to his master, "Nnnnnnnnnnnppphhhhhhhhh!

"You are a honky fagtool cuntboy for black funs......is that right?" Sarge
grinned up into Shrum's bobbing boyface. Robbie nodded agreement.

"IS THAT RIGHT?" Sarge roared!

'YES, UGCCHH...SIR! UNGGH! YES, SIR!" Robbie responded, bum-fucking on that
huge black rod even more forcefully as if to emphasize his agreement..

"Whut are you now?"

"Hu-Huh-HONKY FAGTOOL CUNTBOY FOR BLACK FUNS...SIR!!!"  Robbie hollered out!

Sarge smiled and smacked the boy's chest with the flat of his palm. "Yes, you
are, boy!
Yes, you fuckin' are!"

Sarge said, "Yuh know us sergeants don' like bein' called, sir....but when
you servin' up that pink slickness fer ol' Sarge, somehow, I like hearin' it."

"Now I'll bet your feet bottoms are all about healed up and you'll be able to
play war games in the morning, right?" Sarge queried.

Yes sir, Sergeant."

"After the sole whippin' yer whitie buddy Carey gave you last night...betcha
didn't think yu'd evah walk again eh? But that nice ride in the litter today
made you a whole new troop again, right so'dja!" Sarge went on, squeezing the
butt-humping kid's balls.

Robbie nodded and said, "Yes, sir...sergeant...thank you s-sergeant...it
helped a lot."

Sarge maintained his unawareness of the abuses the black troops were heaping
on Shrum and all the other whites.

Now he was pushing up and down on Robbie's waist as he hump-fucked the pretty
kid while he drove hard for his nut.

And then, in a shocking twist, turn and recruit dump, Shrum's neck and
shoulders were on the floor next to the cot, and Sarge re-rooted his plunger from
above and pummel fucked the blondie boy, literally bouncing him up and down off
the floor in a flaming rage of lust and cock need!

"Take it you fuckin' dickditch! Take it all! Yahhhh! You fit perfeck on my
big tool. HA! Black tool in white tool! HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Ugggggghhh!
Ahhhboy...wheeewwwww! Ahhhsoo goooood! You drain my nuts flat, you little cockhound! Yu
surely drains yer ol' Sarge goooo-ooooood!!!!"

Sarge yanked Robbie's ankles back up to his face and bit the kid's
achilles....first the right...then the left till the kid squealed like a stuffed
piglet!!!!

"You a faggot cockhound!" Sarge bellowed!
"Yahhh...Serg-g-geant...Iyam a f-faggot cockhound!"

"You down fuh black!"
"Ohgoddddd! I down fuh black, suhh!"

"Haaaaa! Yu right dare calling me, god, boy...yu shurly right dare!
"You live and die fuh black cock....don't cha! DON'TCHA???"
"Yessuh Sergeant...I live and d-die fuh black!"

"Yu'll crawl this here camp fer all the black yuh can eat, won'tcha!???"
"I crawl'iss camp fer all the black...sergeant....all the black I can eat,
suh!"

Then he threw the soldier boy's feet forward and in a sort of slow motion
roll, Shrummer went over on his head, flopping off to his side on the wooden deck.

"Crawl yer queerass outta here now....an' 'member whitebread....you awways on
call fer yur sergeant....got that!!????"

"Nnnngh! Uh! Yessir...yessir! Awways sergeant...awways...on.......callll
lll...."  he whimpered crawling out through the flap naked with his boxers hanging
off his wrist.


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