Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 09:33:40 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits.  Chapter 7. [ws]

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Chapter  7 [ws]


Osborne still hung there, his fucking tongue hanging out, sucking for air and
finally he hung his head....ho-leeeeeeeeeee sheeeittt! As he kneeled there in
all his sweat-shiny nakedness in the firelight at the back stairs of Barracks
One, young soldier cum streamed from his throbbing cock!!! Fuckin' Ozzieboi
got his nut again without touching!!! How proud Alex would have been!!!!

The fuckin' cumdump trembled there in his aftercum out in the wee hours of
the morning. When he finally recovered, he sullenly pulled up his boxers and
barefooted his way to Alex' bunk to get the dude's boots to 'cumshine'.

Goddddddddddddd....would there ever be an end to all this? Back out on the
steps, Osborne licked Alex' boots, rubbing some of his own cumshot from the
puddle on the steps. Manomanoman! The kid troop's poker shot out of his fly and
then he was full-faced inside Alex' boot, smorfing the scent of black soldier
foot....his hand gripped his cock and he p-u-l-l-e-d and p-u-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-e-d!


Back in the barracks, the squeaking springs of jacking basic trainees had
faded into clearing throats, long sighs, snoring and deep dreams of pussy back
home. But there was still some squeaking, a poorly harmonized sound of badly
tuned violins....and there were groans, moans and grunting.

Conway never got the chance to get outside to polish his buckle and boots.

There were eight empty beds....

Raw Recruits. Chapter 7.

Big hands at Conway's neck and shoulders guided him away from his bunk,
across the aisle and he was put to his knees on another dude's bunk. In the dark,
Conway could barely see the black face, but those hands pulled his face into a
mass of cock and balls and funk. He snorfed out his nose trying to grab
breaths and then, "Qwallllcchh!" his mouth was cock-stuffed one more time!

The troop must have been in wait for Conway to come back inside because he
was so fucking hot! He yanked Conway's head down and rammed and rammed and
rammed the poor fucker's face into his nappy pubes over and over till he got his
rocks.

Conway spluttered, choked and gurgled into the cum slop shooting to the back
of his mouth and goobing down his tongue over his lips into the anonymous
donor's pubes. As the fuck-feeder went quiet, Conway sighed and started to get off
the bunk....two more hands gripped him tight and he yelped in exasperation....


Morning came with the bright sun streaming through the windows in Sarge's
bedroom and the whole of Barracks One.

The otter-troop Hodge, actually slept for a few minutes under Sarge during
the night and early morning hours. Sarge had whispered to his Hodgeotter that
the kid's tight moist hole made him feel so powerful and gave him the feeling
that his long black tool seemed even longer and deeper to him as it still
snugged up deep inside his toy soldier ottertail.

It gave him a new surge of need and he sphinctered his butt, ramming his cock
deeper down into Hodge as he began a whole new fuckrut. His reinvigorated
drive powered him to a wild pummelfuck of Hodgie. First he butt-snapped into the
pussytroop from over top of him, and then he rolled them on their sides and
scissor-fucked the wheezing fuckboy. In no time Sarge switched again and lay
over on his back impaling the toysoldier who lay on top him. He chewed the
otter's ear, as he hunched up into him from underneath.

Then he whirled the kid around, and sat him up facing him. He pushed the
troop up and down on his deep and heat seeking fuck tool, and then leaned forward
and rocked ottertail down onto his back with the kid's feet pressing into his
cheeks and neck as he smiled down into the cumdump's sweated, beet-red face.

"Fuck you, crackah! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Sarge raged and spray
spitted into Hodge's face.

The kid was numbed and dumbed and his bump-bobbing, rocking head looked like
he was violently nodding 'Yes' to his sergeant's screaming rant.....and
then.....he looked right into Sarge's eyes and
said......"Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....fuck....ohfuck....gimme....uhhh.. cock...ahhhhhhfuckofuckofuckkkkkkkkkkk!!!"
and shot no less than 7 streams of boygoop up his chest.

Sergeant Carter smiled a wide and toothy white grin as he saw his brand new
cockhound convert take the joying he was giving him. The smile turned to a
leering grimace as he gritted his teeth and filled that soldierboi hole one more
time before reveille. He banged and slammed and rammed his hot poker up that
boi like no time he ever did. He needed to. He had to. He wanted to give that
young troop the fuckin' of his life and by damn, he fuck-in' eh DID!!!

Hodgie screamed and yowled and took that fine black tool like the super butt
warrior he was.

Sarge picked his pussy up and carried him on his tall hard tool after they
were back to some sense of normal, and he stepped into the shower. As the cool
water woke them again, Sarge eased Hodge off his soldier pleaser, and let him
find his feet. He turned the otter into the spray and hugged to the kid's back
as they both turned their faces up into the water.

Hodge took the soap, and without being told, washed his sergeant, rinsed him,
licked the bigger man's cock, balls and sucked up behind those big nuts back
into the crease behind his sergeant.

He came out from under at Sarge's urging and washed himself as Sarge got
himself dried and dressed.

In a few moments, he sent the otterboi Hodge out the door refreshed in his
boxers to
get ready for reveille and the morning run around camp.

Hodge was so lost in his new life, it didn't even strike him that there were
so many empty beds on the first floor, while four other bunks seemed to have
more than one new recruit in or around them.

Magic sounded the alarm and all cumdumps were sent to their own bunks just as
Sarge burst from his quarters and screamed "DROP YUR COCKS AND GRAB YUR
SOCKS!!" Sarge saw Hodge's ass was just turning up the back stairs for the second
floor....Sarge snickered to himself, as his palm found the flat....and the
lump....at his fly.

The room rumbled with bunks bouncing on the floor as troops jumped out of
them. Lockers rattled, the swoooosh of fatigue pants and socks being pulled on
and the thunder of boots hitting the floor to be laced up.

The rolling 'barrumber' on the ceiling from the same activity on the second
floor was followed by the pounding footfalls as 22 guys ran down the upstairs
aisle for the stairs to join the lower two squads for roll call.

"R-A!...N-G!...E-R! RAN-GER! RANGER! AIRBORNE! RANGER! AIRBORNE RANGER!"
could be heard in the fine deep voices of the young boot camp recruits stomping
their morning runs all around the camp from all 40 platoons.

Hmmmm...gets me right here in my throat when I close my eyes and think on
it....40 platoons of young dudes....that's 40 times 44....all that fuckin' dick!

There are still five weeks and some days to go, as the third week of basic
training wears on....especially for eight young white troops who have found they
have another life here in basic, and maybe for a much longer time to come.

Soon they all filed back into the barracks for a brief bunk drop and rest,
strip, showers and dress for duty, before mess.

As Magic, 2d Squad Leader, got up and stripped, he planned to meet with Alex
and the second floor squad leaders to see where they thought Sarge was in the
indoctrination of
the whitieboys.

During periods when Sarge could bust in on them, they did not subject the
white troops to any servitude. That was thusfar reserved for after hours, or when
Sarge was out of the barracks.

At breakfast, the squad leaders sat together and decided it would be safe to
start using the 'white tools' as they pleased, once Sarge picked his cumdump
for the night.  Alex thought maybe they should wait for the Sunday when Sarge
usually spent much of his time in town.

They all thought that might be a good idea since this weekend, while none of
the recruits was allowed to leave the post, they were off duty both Saturday
and Sunday for the first time since they arrived at basic.

They split the diff, and decided to do a little more Sarge watching, and take
what was presented to them as to the availability of white trash pussy.

The two leaders from upstairs were worried about the butt plug up Shrum's
ass. They both wanted to put the little fuckstud on tool, but Sarge stuck that
plug up there and if he found out one of them messed with it, they'd be in deep
shit.

Magic told them to cool it on Shrum....there'd be plenty of time. "Take his
face man! Ferget his butt for now. He got plenty to give, man, so take whut's
dere!"  They both nodded.

Alex piped up that he and EddieJack wanted Osborne reg'lar like...like every
night, since they were 'bunkies', but they were willing to 'share'. All nodded
agreement. They appointed Brown and Shad as official first floor messengers
for Sarge. Up to then, only Brownie had been doing the duty, and even though he
loved it, it wasn't fair.

Davis from 3d Squad said that when they had lunch break and some quiet time
in the field or were set up in training foxholes, "I think we should be able to
get our nut, man. I wanna fuckin' whitey cumdump to do me."

They all smiled....looked around at each other, fidgeting in their seats as
newly rigid dicks started to snake around in their shorts.

Every one of them was picturing a whiteboi face looking up from the bottom of
a foxhole with a mouthful of wide black slab surrounded by a pair of pinkyboi
lips guppying down to the nappy-haired root.

They recovered from the mind leching, and said to cool that too, at least for
a bit. BUT, no matter what, anything out in the open was subject to
observation by outside camp cadre who have no idea what's going on. (The basic training
exercises rarely had Sergeant Carter involved - he was to make sure they got
to and from training sites, but otherwise turned his men over to the cadre
assigned to the actual training).

That day, the major exercise was trainfire for the rifle, and included
hunkering down in a foxhole to practice firing for proficiency from ground level.
After the talk about white pussy lips in foxholes, the squad leaders were having
a hell of a time even hitting the background the targets were posted on with t
heir raging bones. The images of what they discussed at breakfast had them
blind wild!

The day dragged but finally they were trudging up the steps to the barracks,
for a welcome respite, then a shower and maybe a little nap after dinner.

With all the action of the previous night followed by the training during the
day, the troops were beat, and the black recruits seemed to forget their
white fucktoys for the time being....almost.

There was no one-on-one action at all as the young guys stripped down and
staggered to their showers. Privates Denny and Barry had really not been in on
much of the action up to then. Sure they all had take down with Sarge, but back
in the squad bay, Conway and Osborne took the brunt of the abuse on the first
floor. Hinds and Hodge upstairs were the buttholes of choice. There was the
butt plug beating Shrum took upstairs, and a few cock up his face, but nothing
else.

As a result, Denny and Barry never really had much of a guard up. They were
loose and not all that fearful of being put down, so when they headed amongst
the first of the troops into showers, they were surprised at being pushed away
from the entrance by black kid after black kid. They finally just moved to the
left side of the entrance as all the black soldiers made their way under the
inviting sprays.

The platoon shower plan was to get wet, soaped, rinsed and out in 3 minutes
so both floors could get through in less than 20 minutes. So now as the second
floor filed down, Barry and Denny were joined by all the rest of the white
kids from both floors.

As time passed, they got more nervous, worried that something big might be
planned.

They just stood in a group outside the showers, watching....and waiting.....
towels around their waists....most of them trembling in fear and/or anxiety.

The room was clearing, and there were only eight guys left in the showers
with another ten outside toweling off. Soon the last shower head was turned off,
and the last eight guys just hung back at the faucets.

The boldest of the white kids, Pvt. Barry sidled through his mates into the
showers.

>From behind him there was a flurry of motion. The other seven whites were
surrounded by at least ten black kids and being shuffled toward the entrance and
lined up shoulder to shoulder at the entrance.  The eight who stayed at the
faucets swooped over Barry, whipped him 'round and down on his back. A couple of
them backed to about three feet away while the others plugged up the drains.

The two guys nearest started pissing at his hair and face, "Open'at mouth,
faggot! I wanna see a gulpin', piss suckin' whiteboi!" hollered one dude.
Another screamed, "Get that tongue out there and keep it out queenie! I wanna see my
juice splashing off it!"

Behind the seven now trembling white kids watching, was a deep low
voice...."You gettin' the game, BOYYYYYS?!" followed by hard jabs into all of their
backs. They quickly nodded all fearied.

The two guys' piss drenched Pvt. Barry's entire body, as his flinching form
lay on the tile floor with their piss puddling around and under him with the
stffed drains. Pvt. Denny was shoved inside and dumped on top of Barry and told
to rub himself in the piss on Denny's body. Then his face was mashed into
Denny's and ordered to, "Kiss him faggot...give him TONGUE!!!"

Oh man....from a quiet afternoon lookit whut's happenin'.

Two more were shoved to the floor and made to lie down and rub themselves in
blackboi piss. With piss all over them they were also told to 'fag' each other
and kiss.

Then the remainder were sent to the floor and the guys behind them stepped up
and pissed all over them, particularly shooting for the tongue-out open
mouths. Before they were done, some of the black kids were too hysterical to keep
it up, and moved to a corner showerhead to rinse again and towel off.

When the last of the black kids rinsed off again, they had the white kids
kneel across the shower floor in the piss shoulder to shoulder facing the shower
entrance. "Jack off, faggots! Let's see if you can get yur nut!"

They were initially defiant. After two guys got rapped in the head, they all
grabbed their peters and went whippin' like crazed bunny rabs. Guys who were
dressing were being called back in to watch the 'faggots' beat their meat.

Oh man...they bounced and hunched and their toes tightened and curled up
behind them. They were getting everybody fired up again....and
thennnnnnn...."STOP!!!"

The kids froze mid-stroke....the pain on their faces was priceless.

"YOU don't cum. You fuckers don't never cum, less'n we be fuckin' it out
o'yuh. Got that? GOT THAT???!!" The poor dumbfucks all nodded like bobble head
dolls.

They were told to clean the floor, wash and be ready for dinner in 5 minutes.
Of course that was impossible. Some of the kids fell down several times
trying to move as fast as they could in the slippery shower.

Their new masters informed them that for being late they could look forward
to 'circle-rimming' after mess. They finally kneeled in a row out in the squad
bay to await dinner at attention with their heads down. Boy these dudes were
trained!

Dinner again was uneventful by design, but it was a bit tortuous for the
white troops who were seated four on each side of the long table facing each
other, while the black guys talked over, around and past them about what kinds of
things were in store for them.
They were so bold now, they didn't care about openly discussing what was up
amongst their own platoon members.

They took bets on who Sarge was gonna take down that night. The odds were for
either Pvt. Barry or Pvt. Denny. Both of them looked down, shamed, and Denny
locked eyes with Hodge, hoping Hodge could give him an insight to what
happened to him the night before. Hodge just looked down, and didn't answer the plea.
In spite of the fact that most of the white troops still had the will to
fight off the inevitable, their shaming was
taking hold of each of them and driving them toward internal collapse.
Kneeling before the entire platoon before dinner each night was something awful, as
minor as it was in the grand scheme of torment. But it was the 'symbol' of
their vulnerability...their helplessness.

Sarge had taken Shrum and Hodge in for all nighters. When he called for Pvt.
Denny, there smiles all around the squad bay as guys paid off bets.

As Denny dragged himself toward the sergeant's quarters up front, several of
the black kids surrounded him and wet-willied his ears, kicked at his butt,
and just as he reached the last bunk, Magic pulled a trip rope and the dumped
him flat on his face to wild hand slapping and laughter.

Brownie hopped on top of him as he got to his knees and rode him on his all
fours to Sarge's door beating at his head before scurrying back to his bunk.

They all snickered as Denny knocked and went in. They heard, "Private Denny
repor..." and the door shut.

Magic went down to Pvt. Barry's bunk, and yanked at his arm for him to get up
and follow him. Barry was pissed and yanked his arm away, told Magic to 'Fuck
off!' and turned back on his belly to continue reading a book on his pillow.

In seconds, there was a hand on each arm raising him straight up and two
fists slammed through his abs flattening him to his bed. Magic sprung on top of
his chest and smacked Barry's face back and forth till he was a blubbering,
crying ragdoll, who had been stripped naked by three other black dudes while he
was being 'trained'.

Magic got off him and with a wave had the others carry the beaten fucker to
one of the vertical supporting posts. They stood him on his hands and strapped
him about the waist and spread his legs out wide, baring his butthole to the
whole wide room.

Osborne was hauled over to diddle the trussed-up troop's hole. "Suck you some
fagboi cunt, asshole! EAT!"

Osborne was quaking as he moved his face over Barry's crease. He was getting
sick....till he was kicked in the ass and his face was rammed right into
Barry's slot. "Open those lips and suck!!!! Dig 'at tongue through yur sweetie's
asshole lips! DO IT!!!!"

Osborne had spit flooding his mouth, with a combination of belly sicks and
the try to lick a soldier's hole. He finally dug it in, and soon there was Pvt.
Brown waving, calling all the black kids to gather 'round. It was getting all
fevery.

Barry, hanging there upside down was bucking against the post he was tied to,
and whimpering, "Ohhh...goddddddddd....ohhhhh..."

Osborne was really into the ass-suck scene now, and ream-rimmin' that kid
with dee-sire!
He couldn't help it. The erotics of it all got the two kids, the giver and
the getter, crazed with fuck and lust and neeeeeed!!! Geez...his fucking tongue
was sucked up inside Barry's anal ring....and it was being clenched!

"OhgodohgodohGODDDDDDDDDD!!!" screamed Barry in his handstand out from under
and between his ass-sucker's legs. Brownie got underneath and pulled Barry's
head up under Osborne's balls and yelled, "Chow down, mutha!!"

The surprise liplocking-sensation between his legs made Osborne jump but his
tongue remained burrowed inside Barry. Barry's prick was hard as steel bent
against his belly. Osborne's prick was leaking prefuck and he was hunching his
bunger back and forth over Barry's upturned face. It was fuckin'
beeeyuuuuteeful!!!


As the door clicked shut behind Pvt. Denny, he saluted and stared through
Sergeant Carter's large bare feet spread wide on the desk. Salute returned, Sarge
ordered Denny, "Strip, dirthole!"

His gym shorts, and tee hit the floor in record time as Denny returned to
attention.

He made Denny turn around, face the door, get down on his back and
'backstroke' across the floor on bent-up elbows and heels, through the kneehole of the
sergeant's desk.

He squeaked and sqwalled across the floor paining his tortured back and butt
skin till he arrived with his face under Sarge's balls hanging low down the
front of the chair seat.
Sarge didn't say anything.

Pvt. Denny was terrified. This was against everything that made him who he
was. He couldn't. Surely, Sarge didn't....

Resignedly, he sighed and strained his head up and back, pushing up on his
elbows. With forehead pressing hard to the seat bottom, his tongue laved over
the bottom of Sarge's nutbag. "Ummmmmmm," came a coooing moan from Sarge.

In his mental anguish for what he was doing, even after the piss and
fag-a-troop scene in the shower, he was relieved that Sarge JUST wanted him to suck
his big black balls.

Sarge moved out further and lower for Denny to be able to get right up around
his nuts and suck them inside his mouth. He reached under Denny's
super-extended neck for support, as he moved the kid's head around and around in tiny
circle, while his fuckslop streamed down the length of his man tool.

The big guy wrapped his cock in his long fingers and bucked himself off into
his hand as he grunted and enjoyed the scintillating sensations of getting off
with his balls in a hot sucking whiteboi mouth!

His quart load shot in 9 volleys into his left palm, before the dregs oozed
out and seeped down the long shaft to his balls, and through Denny's
guppy-mouth sucking lips.
Denny had to work harder since Sarge's ballsack tightened up higher as he
reached flashover.

Sarge noticed Denny's sucking stop for a few secs when the kid tasted and
realized Sarge's cum was seeping into his mouth....then he continued to eat up
his sergeant.

"Okay, Private, leggo ol' Sarge's nuts and feed you on some BLACKberry jam,
boi!" Sarge said looking down into the sorry face of the ballsucking white
troop. Then he turned his hand sideways, saying, "Tongue alla way out, boi!" and
let his massive curdle of cocksauce ooze down onto Denny's quivering
outstretched tongue. "Don'tchu lose any spooge young dude....don'tchu dare! And I wanna
see it all just puddlin' and wrigglin' on yur tongue....allla it!!!"

Denny was soaked in sweat from the strained position and fear of failing to
do as ordered.

The leakage from off the edges of the young soldier's tongue just oozed
around and under it into the bottom of his mouth, but Sarge got his prize. He got
to see that massive load all wiggly-like on the wide-eyed, open-mouthed,
freaking white kid's tongue.

Sarge shoved the desk back, and turned to face and straddle Denny's face.
"You done earned it, boi....you really truly did...and now yo' gets it! Now I
wanna see you beg wit'cher lips, babeee....like'iss....'smup pwupk!...got it?
Pook 'em lips togedder and make dat l'il pookin' sound I loves. But DON'T swallow
or lose that spunk puddle on yer tongue, queerbait...NONE OF IT!" The private
shuddered and then then, "Smup!...Spwup!...Swump!"

"Ohhhhh yessssss, cockboy...ohhhhhhhh....yessss," Sarge cooed for joy. Then
he crouched and eased his nine inch prickhead into the wiggling cum curdle on
Denny's tongue. He got this big-assed smile all over when Denny's tongue cupped
up around the ebony poker. The cum rose up all around his black-purple knob.

Denny was near hysterical trying to hold his strained half up position,
trembling like mad.
He was pleading with himself not to let any goo drip on the floor.

Then Sarge said, "Nicely, nicely, fuckee whiteface."

Sarge slowly fed his whole tool through the cum sludge to the back of Denny's
mouth but with a very light cockride, barely deeper than the top of the cummy
slime. He sawed in a few inches, then back out and in and out. Then his big
mitts cupped around the kid's ears and he pulled forward, Denny's eye's went
wide and wild as his breath was stifled and the huge tool sought his throat hole.

There was no pull back. No retry. Just power....just pressure....bright light
flared behind Denny's eyes....as the plum-sized cum-drenched cockhead surged
hard....harder.... "Gawauuchhh! Cchhkkk! Hucccch!" annnnnnnnd
tha-roooooooooo!!! How well Denny remembered his lesson with Sarge that first night.

Sarge drove on and down and wrapped his hand around the kid's neck to see if
he could feel his invading tool deep down in the young private.

"Smucchh! Smmorphh! Ssmcchh!" was what they heard as Denny sucked air through
his nose fighting some of Sarge's cum trying to make it's way out of his nose
as well.

The cock...the cum...the funk...it was all taking over Denny's senses.

He wrack-rattled, quivering there on the floor all splayed out and rigid like
he was plugged to an electric socket.

Sarge bottomed to his pubes. Then he pulled relentlessly all the way out
through those tortured, sensitive throat membranes. He watched Denny buck and
bounce three or four times up off the floor and was sorry he couldn't hold the kid
off a little more, but he knew Denny got his nut.

Pvt. Denny's face went all gooey and his eyes glazed as Sarge surged all the
way through and all the way down, all the way through and all the way down,
TEN MORE MOUTH FUCKING TIMES till he screamed and roared like a wild boar, as he
shot another tremendous wad into Pvt. Denny's belly.

He froze the whole scene in the squad bay working Barry over.  Mannn....a
whole bunch of the kids who weren't hard up to then, sure were boned up now!!!

Sarge stepped over Denny's head and turned around so his cock was bent back
between his legs and still down Denny's raw, stretched throat. As he moved
forward, Denny came back down onto all fours....his forehead jammed up into
Sarge's ass and his nose deep in the crease, his neck bent out unnaturally.  He was
snorting like a wild boar to get some ass-funk scented air. Sarge proceeded to
count cadence, "Hut! Two! Three! Four! Hut! Fuck! Hut! Fuck!" and marched
Denny's poor draggin' ass by his cockhung throat all around the room and then
into the bedroom.

When Sarge stopped at the bed, he looked down between his legs as he propped
Denny's chin on the edge of the mattress, his rock hard, throbbing prick in
great need once more, Denny's lips were a pretty shade of blue-purple. He
unplugged, "Thweesssscuchh!" and Denny's face slid down the side of the bed. He
doubled over on his head sucking air, his whole body wracked 'hucc'ing violently
for life-giving breaths.

Denny was a wet rag of sweat, straining every single muscle in his fucked out
worn body
to please his sergeant.

"Yo' has sho' pleased yo' ol' Sarge tonight young tool," Sgt. Carter said as
he sat on the bed above the cowed private. His big black hand smoothed down
the kid's back over the little bumps of his spine. He diddled a finger at the
tail bone, and then ticky-circled the tips of his fingers as they eased to the
troop's butt crease. His middle finger slid into and down the trough as the
others rode on the boy's cheeks above.

Denny jerked at the insertion. Sarge hooked his finger inside Denny's bung,
and wig-wagged around in there diddling the anal ring skins. It was those very
skins and their sensitive nerve endings that gave the most pain, and....the
most sex-citement to a young soldier when he was on the rail. Sarge's young
hosehound seemed to try to follow the circle motion with his tail hole. Sarge saw
that, and smiled big time, "Yayesssssss!" he hissed through teeth clamped on
the tip of his tongue.

Sinking deeper and adding his forefinger, he drew a gasp from Denny and at
the same time a straining wretch as the raw recruit was pulled to his bare feet.
Sarge spread his long legs and hugged his joyboi to his broad chest.

With an arm firmly around the kid's waist, he pulled at the right knee and
bent it up to his side....then did the same with the other, and in one long,
smoothe motion, Private Denny was up onto the bed, knee-straddling his sergeant
and was slowly pulled groin-to-belly against Carter, hunching forward. Sarge's
sleek black nine inch rooter met soldier slot. As it eased up and through,
there were those exciting moist 'shlicky' sounds of gooey skins rubbing gooey
skins.

As the bulbous cockhead found boyhole, Sarge flexed up and forward tightening
his butt muscles and let the young troop slowly descend. The kid's mouth
opened in silence....then there was a yelp....a frightened stare by Denny into
Sarge's face....then...ohhhhh then, you could see it....his hole had popped and
that numbing that follows had turned to a warming inside the kid that radiated
out to his entire body.

Down and down he slid....his pained ass petals straining with the engorging
growth of Sarge's big prick.

With tears rivering down his cheeks he sat deep into Sarge's curly hairs at
last and Sarge rutted and flexed his prick drawing tiny muffled yelps and
whimpers from the kid.

Sarge pulled the whole soldier into his chest and held him firmly there for
long moments.

Still in the near bearhug, he lifted Denny slightly and then let him settle.
Again. Again. Then he raised him up several inches up his fiery poker, and let
him settle back down....a long low "Whewwwwweeeshhh!" whispered through
Denny's lips.

The tears ebbed, and a wave of near contentment seemed to come over Private
Denny.
Sarge smiled. He knew. He'd made him a brandy new pussyboi. He gently eased
his troop up and down the hot poker several times, for longer and longer rides
till he felt the ridge of his cock helmet tickle the anal ring. Denny grabbed
onto Sarge's head and shoulder, and started to ride that toy soldier pleaser
for all he was worth. Faster and faster. Faster and faster! Oh god the kid was
near delirious and was swamping his own ass, bottoming into Sarge's balls
harder and harder.....annnnnnnd he cummmmmmmmed!!!!

He shot a 7 volley load of kid soldier sauce up Sarge'e chest.

Sarge felt the ass pussy pulsing on his meat and squeezed hard to hold back.
He wanted to cum for his toy, but not now, not this way. He wanted young Denny
bent up at the shoulders with his asshole high in the air and Sarge pounding
straight down into a gasping butt warrior who truly knew he had need for that
big cock to be sending him to a whole 'nother place.....annnnnnnd begging for
it!!!!

The cum wracked soldier wheezed and seemed to be begging his sergeant to let
him catch his breath or stop, or....but Carter just plowed on, rocking back on
the bed now with Denny nearly sitting above him. With a head motion and the
look to his chest, Denny knew he was to suck the boyshot off his sergeant, and
he did.

Each time, even in his aftercum, it seemed Sarge would find a new spot deep
inside his fudgeboy with that cock-masher and Denny'd yelp, but Sarge just
steamed on, Denny's knees digging tighter against Sarge, his toes curling up beh
ind him, Sarge was glowing red-hot in the suddenly renewed heat of his new need.

Sarge pulled the kid down on his chest and was railing him up and back over
that soldier reaming pole. "You fuckin' fer ol' Sarge, boy, ain'tchu," Sarge
gritted as he nuzzled at the kid's ear before tongue-digging it.

Legs up and off the floor, Sarge whirled his ass around on the bed and rolled
the kid down onto his back, and showed his new toy what reamage was all
about....Denny's pussybox was high in the air now. He stared up almost pleadingly
with his neck and head bent up at the pillow. His pained looked did not express
his feel and need....he pulled hard at his own handsome 6 inch cock.

He recklessly palmed his pud. Sarge pounded Denny's joy buzzer over and over
deep inside him and they both screamed as the two young sweaty gleaming bodies
hung momentarily motionless at the height of their ecstasy, before firing
their throbbing pricks off. Sarge was jerking and bouncing out of control. He
beat, slapped and punched at the young private riding his throbbing peter.

He had achieved that unmatched joy of a gut wrenching, loin-tingling,
all-consuming manshot!

He slumped finally on top of Denny, heaving for breath along with the kid
under him. Soon enough they both eased from the clinch and Sarge had Denny lick
his cum that pasted their chests together off the Sarge.

With a smack to the kid's belly that brought Denny's legs and arms up from
the shocking intensity, he crawled Denny out to the shower to wash them off.
Denny washed his sergeant, ears, to pits, balls to butt crack, ending on his
knees and elbows fingering and sucking between Sarge's toes.

One more face ride. One more. Yessssssssssss! Sarge pulled the kid up and
shoved that  blue eyed whiteface over that 9 inch poker one more time and this
time he let his new fuck pussy taste it all. From pisshole to root he had Denny
swarsh his black slab, then as the shudders of new joy washed over him, he let
Denny hold the cum pulsing peter to his tongue where he could taste his butt
pleaser's pearl jam in all it's salty curdle.


Back out in the squad bay, Osborne and his tongue were pulled from Pvt.
Barry's asshole, and Brownie cinched the belt tighter around Barry's waist and
climbed up the bent over Barry, and sat between the support pole and the dude's
butthole. Then he pressed his meaty 5 inches-plus prick down and into Barry's
newly deflowered bung. Reaching up to the angle braces above the post, Brownie
pulled up and down, rut-ramming the poor motherfucker for all he was worth. The
others standing around laughed and cheered and started chanting, "Fuck him!
Fuck him! Fuckhim!" while Brownie matched the rhythm.

First one, then two guys knelt to Barry's upside down face and as they
positioned to double fuck his facehole, one of them yowled, "Lookit! Lookit'im!
Fucker's tongue goin' in and out his mouth! Man this fucker DOES want it
all....nnnnnghhhh! .....baddddddd! There! Take it yuh fuckin' faggot!" he grunted and
continued blurting out all his joy at what he found when he checked out Barry's
upside down face.

Then he grabbed the other black kid next to him and said, "C'mon bro. Getcher
yur cock up his face too, man. He fuckin' want's it....he neeeeeds it!"

The other troop fed his dick along side his buddy's, and both kids got a
thrill they never had before....the feel of another dude's prick slick-sliding
next to his own, not to mention them both sloppin' over the uncontrolled saliva
building on that quivering whiteboi tongue!

The young, mostly teen recruits all around them were feeling the heat and
tension of the all-fevered boy pumping mouth and face fucking, not to mention the
up-top reaming Brownie was still giving him. It was incredible!

Hearts were pounding out of chests. Cocks were dripping prefuck drizz and at
the steady handsqueeze of every kid in the bay.

Brownie was nuts! He was railing, wailing and whomping him some fagboy butt
and in a final 10 stroke short-rut, he bucked, kicking his feet and bouncing on
the straining cocksucker he was seeding. In a controlled yet crazy wild
hoarse-whisper, he yelled, "Yeeeeeaiiiiiii! Fuck you...you crackah punk fuckin'
honky fag!" and then after three long chest heaves, he slumped over Barry's
thighs hanging out there in front of him.

Not to be left out, two of the more bashful troops had moved up to Barry's
hands where they hung from his strapped up body, and closed Barry's fingers
around them as they both begun to hump the kid's palms. Ohhhhhh! They got the
thrill of a lifetime when Barry's hands felt those corrogated ridges of a super
hard prick and absently started to jack the both kids off....just like he did
himself...harder and faster his hands flew on those soldier tools, just like
when he did his own rod all these years when he felt those ridges stand out!

The two dudes who double fucked his face on the floor held on to each other
as they lost two fabulous loads up Barry's mouth. In a new flurry of arms and
legs, Pvt. Barry was unstrapped, and flopped over onto a nearby bunk on his
shoulders and the lineup of kids wanting the white kid's ass formed in a circle
around the bunk. Some kids whacked a rap beat on Barry's feet bottoms with open
hands. They roughly pulled his legs out wide and even pulled his toes apart
to unnatural spreads while he tried to squeal through the two new facefucking
cocks in his mouth.

Then five more troops got off in his mouth, where he choked and gwackked
taking cockhead after cockhead deep into his throat hole lubed with gobs of a
seemingly neverending supply of pearly fuck jazz.

His hands felt the naked black skin....the sweaty soldier hips....as he was
face-fucked again and again and again. His moans and groans were
palpable. His near unintelligible, "Oh goddd.....unnnnghhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uh
nooooo...fuck....ohshit...ohhhh godddddd..." were music to his fuckers'
ears, and drove them on to their wild frenetic finishes over and over.

One of the black kids yowled, "Listen at him! He fucking wants it man! Loves
it!"

Seven dudes took his tailhole after Brownie filled it the first time. The sce
ne was surreal.....almost a moist haze of fuckwracking lust hung over the mass
of black hulking, pumping, flexing flesh....the guttural moans, grunts and
groans of straining boymen ham-slamming a buddy senseless....pounding prick,
pummeling bodies, thumping bunk legs bouncing and hitting the floor with every
ass-plowing pull and pump....the squeaking springs of that old army bunk....on
and on and onnnnnnnnnnn......

One troop who caught a terrified look on Osborne's face, tapped two others of
the black kids waiting their turn at Pvt. Barry, and together they swarmed
over Carter Osborne, stripped his boxers down and heaped him on Barry, on his
back. They shoved his face up into the balls of the current mouth pounding black
kid, while another guy climbed up onto the double-decker whiteypile and sank
his rod through Osborne's soldier hole. They knee-locked Barry's and Osborne's
legs together and wide out to each side of the 'fuck-bunk'.

There should have been good reason to believe that old bunk couldn't take the
weight of two fuckboys, two soldier fuckers, pounding themselves through wild
lust fueled by their white-black rage, and a face feeder....yet, here came
another tool bearing soldier climbing on top of Osborne, yanking his face out
from under the kid getting sucked, feeding his own prick into Osborne's paley
white face...."Eat, faggot! Swallerup some black spooooo!" he growled.

The scene was hot and sweated, with the scent of raging hormones at their
teenboy peak being released into, on top of or all around the fuckbunk of the
moment.

Amazingly, with the jolting blowoff of each black dude, the transition to the
next fuckplayer was orderly. Like a choregraphed play, each mouth was filled
with the juice of pearl, voided of boyman cock, and reloaded for another
round....same with Osborne's and Barry's so very fucked assholes. The only thing
that changed with the number of soldiers piled on that bunk was that the bunk
itself no longer bounced off the floor. The sheer weight was enough to prevent
it, but the teen pumpers were ravaging butt and mouth holes for all they were
worth.

Some of the 18 black troops on first floor were trying to stay out of it, but
the yelping, and whining...the whimpering and fuckslikky sounds....the moans,
groans, grunts....the audible heat....the scent and sights of young dudes in
fuck...were just too much.

With the additional teen troops getting roused, rubbing stiffening dicks in
their cum stained boxers, getting up from their bunks and moving toward the
oreo cookie pile of whiteboi cumdumps under black boy fuckers....there was
Conway, face down in his bunk, a pillow over his head and ears.

Not for long. The last six dudes seemed to turn all at once at the sight of
those white boy feet and toes sticking out from under Conway's blanket. One kid
pulled the blanket off, while another yanked Conway's boxers down, and yet
another threw the pillow to the floor and slid up under Conway's face with a
meaty black wagging dick pooking at his cheeks and lips again and again and
again......


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