Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2007 12:40:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chad M <chadm97702@yahoo.com>
Subject: SPC IN CONTROL? - 2

This my first attempt at a story, so here goes. If you're underage, or if
it's illegal where you're at or if you are not interested on guy on guy
action please feel free to leave. If you read Part 1 it will be easier to
keep with the story. Let me know if your still interested or have comments.

SPC IN CONTROL? -- 2

Ryan Black was a regular 19 year old guy from a smaller town in western
Texas. He was the quarterback in high school. He was 6'1", 185 lbs; he had
blue eyes, short blond hair and turns eyes walking down the street. He was
lean and all muscle from the football two a day practices and from the
extra time that he spent in the gym. He had six pack abs and defined pecs
and guns on both arms. He drove an older chevy truck which was lifted and
could hold its own in any mudding compitetion.  Ryan had his share of girls
in school and even had a current girl, Debbie. She was your typical hot
cheerleader, go figure. Right out of high school, Ryan decided to join the
Army.  The war on terrorism was still going on and the United States still
had a lot of troops in Iraq. Debbie was pissed that Ryan had not shared
this decision with her. She thought they had a future together and then he
went and did this. Ryan joined the Army as an Infantryman.  A common ground
pounder, or grunt or so the Army called them. From the first day of basic
PVT Black had no problem with the physical part of training, he had a
problem with the drill sergeants and the control they had.

Last night, Ryan was in the shower when the guy that was getting chaptered
for saying he was gay was on fire watch. Ryan experienced his first, blow
job from that guy last night. PVT Johnson was feeling his balls and
fingered Ryan's hole all before Ryan even new what was happening. Ten
minutes later Ryan had just had the best blow job of his young life. And
another guy had been the one to give it too him. Shit what was this about?
Was he gay now? It was all Ryan could think about the rest of the
night. PVT Tim Johnson was processed out the every next day and Ryan never
seen him again. Ryan did however, think about that blow job for the last
five weeks of basic training. It was the best he had ever received, but he
didn't persue it, because of the Army's, don't ask, do tell policy. Ryan
really wanted to stay in the Army, but there was this craving now. Planted
in the back of his mind. Could he really control it?

Whithin a few weeks PVT Ryan Black had graduated from basic training and
been assigned to his first duty station. Good old Fort Hood, Texas. He
packed his bags and got to head towards home to Texas. Ryan's parents and
girlfriend Debbie were thrilled with that. Because it ment that he would be
able to come home more often. Ryan stepped off the plane in Killeen, Texas
and was met by the Replacement Detatchment SGT. He was glad that someone
was there to pick him up. He thought he might get lost. Little did he know,
that noone can get lost in Killeen. He got on post and found out the he was
being assigned to a Unit that was already in Iraq. This was good news to
PVT Black, but not to his family and friends. They would get over it, this
it what Ryan wanted anyways. A chance to go to Iraq and serve his
country. Ryans' unit issued him all the extra gear he would need in the
following couple of weeks and then he was on another plane headed to
Iraq. His unit was in Baghdad, so that was his final destination. Before
Ryan left, he bought a few items for himself, since he was out of basic now
and was allowed some personal stuff to take with him.  He got a laptop
computer, it was a good one, as well as an Ipod, so he could listen to his
music.

Once in country, PVT Black was moved to his unit in the heart of
Baghdad. He met his new squad leader , platoon sergeant, platoon and
eventually squad. They seemed to be a good bunch of guys. They started
right away bringing him up to speed on what was happening and wat he would
be doing. PVT Black when on his first platrol his tenth day in country. He
was getting acustomed to what he would be doing.  For the new guy. He
worked about 12 hours a day. They lived in trailers that have three rooms
in them. The rooms were 12x12 and he shared his with a squad member, SPC
Smith, Jimmy Smith. He was a guy that had been in the Army about two years,
but this was his first deployment as well. Ryan lucked out, there was
wireless internet on his pad, where is trailer and room was. He just had to
pay for the month service fees. Since it was a personal computer. He was
glad that he bought a computer with a wireless card in it. He hoped it
worked. He fired his laptop up and he did get a connection it was
awesome. Now he could stay in touch with Mom and Debbie back home on a
daily basis. In minutes he was online checking email and writing his mom
and Debbie to let them know he was ok and that the email was problably the
easiest way to communicate. And that he would check it daily. He could even
IM with yahoo. His IM was working as well, this was cool.

It was on PVT Ryan BLacks' fifteenth day in country that Ryan was online at
midnight in his room bored and could not sleep when he first went to the
gay chat rooms. He decided he would just chat it out and see if anyone
would talk to him. He entered the chat room as "Youngguylikescontrol". He
didn't chat on the mainpage, but a couple guys IM'd him, but they weren't
interesting and left after two or three IM lines.  Then came the IM:

MasterType - 39 m top master type, 6'3" 200 lbs 7 1/2" cut cock, into
control..your stats and asl?

Youngguylikescontrol - 19 m straight type 6'1" 185 lbs 8" cut fasinated
with the control thing, I have been in control my whole life

MasterType - you ready to give up control to me boy?

Youngguylikes control - I dunno?

MasterType - I read your profile boy....I know your in the Army and in
Iraq.....you put that on your page.....I am too if your really ready for
some control your first step is to send me a pic to my e-mail boy, you have
until tomorrow - DO IT BOY!  Then be on here same time tomorrow night boy.

MasterType - Night Boy!

Shit, shit shit, Ryan thought to himself. What was this about. He looked
down and his cock was hard as a rock. SPC Smith was the other side of the
room snoring loudly. Ryan pulled down his boxer briefs and started stroking
his cock thinking about the instant messages that he just got. He grabbed a
sock and shot his load, bigger then shit into the sock. What was he doing
to do? He saved MasterType as a friend and then shut off his computer. That
was the first time he had jacked off since he had been in Iraq. What was
that about?


More to follow.....if your interested.....Ryans now in Iraq. Think he
really needs a master? Send comments to chadm97702@yahoo.com.