Date: Fri, 07 May 2004 07:56:01 +0000
From: nigel doolwy <horny_writer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Military Boot Camp by Euan Donovahn

This is a story based on my own experiences in the US military.  I have a
lot more to tell and will be writing further chapters for your enjoyment in
the weeks to come.  Please let me know what you think:
euan@euandonovahn.com



My name is Cpl Christian. I serve in the United States Marine Corps and
thought you might be interested in a story

A story that is one of many I could tell since being in the elite fighting
force of men.

This one of course takes place within the first few weeks of my military
training. In fact, more like the first day of the rest of my life.

I am not sure how most people's ideas of a military boot camp go but I
would like to think that a lot of you would be wrong if asked to describe
it. Even I had my misconceptions from the start and was proven wrong on
many accounts.

Boot camp in the USMC is comprised of breaking down a person from the ways
that they used to carry themselves prior to joining along with a follow up
process of building them to be the military figure they were looking for
from the start.

This of course does not come easily and there are many useful including
less wonderful ways this can be done.

As most stories I have read or come across, most usually involve a couple
of fit gay guys and all the things they get up to. I think that this one is
going to be slightly different then the norm.

It all takes place at the United States Marine Corps boot camp in San Diego
Ca. I arrived there on June the 3rd along with loads of other new
recruits. Some of which flew out from the same city as I did. Of course no
one knew who the others were on the flight as everyone looked the
same. That was all about to change though.

We were greeted by a hard nose drill instructor whose name I have decidedly
chosen to forget as he is someone to this day that I would prefer to steer
clear of.

From that moment on it was nothing but screaming and hollering and the
barking out of orders from the DI to ourselves. This is where it all
started...life as a civilian was officially over and life in the military
promptly took over.

Our first of many orders was to stand together in a single file line. Nut
to butt they called it. Many didn't have time to think of the consequences
they might have found themselves in if caught like this back home. Here it
didn't matter and no one had time to think about much anyway. In the
military boot camp you don't think. These drill instructors are paid to
think for you.

So there we were `nut to butt' with one another in the airport arrivals
amidst every other person that was on our flight.

`My God', I thought to myself. Then realised this must be a common enough
occurrence at the place that people should be used to it by now. Of course,
it was like a bad accident on the highway that you just couldn't take your
eyes off of. I was beginning to think people actually came here everyday
simply and purely to see such a spectacle.

I felt defiled and embarrassed. Little did I know that this would not be
the last time I felt this way.


`Move!' was the next thing I could hear. So we did. Very awkwardly we moved
as was the case in any situation where the person's ass in front of you did
not allow for a proper gait. I also know how difficult it can be to walk
with an erection. Since my bulge was crammed so close to the (what seemed
very tight) behind in front of me, I found it very difficult to think of
anything else just then..

We looked a mess trying to walk so close to one another but soon caught on
that we should all be moving the same leg forward at the same time. Lesson
one learned.

The next lesson was moving without haste. The DI wanted us to keep up with
him. This meant practically running. I could sense an apprehension from our
solid line that this was going to be hard seeing as how we had only just
learned to walk this way. Now we were expected to keep up as well. This was
going to be hard but by the time we had seemed to have gotten the hang of
it we were outside and ready to board a bus.

A very cramped bus at that considering some of us were sitting on the floor
down the isle. I managed to get in a chair though thanks to my position in
the line. There were three to a seat where normally there would only be
room for two. If you can imagine a school bus in the US then you know what
I mean.

The next thing I heard was instruction to listen out for our names and
`sound off', once each individual heard their own. This took some getting
used to as most of the guys weren't paying any attention as they seemed to
have been distracted. Though I was trying to get my erection to subside I
still was coherent. I had decided inside the airport that I was not going
to give anyone any reason to focus upon myself.

Quickly the names were sounded and as expected a usually quite low but
audible `here' would follow. This was soon to be our next lesson. To sound
of loud and clear so that you could be heard. Or as the DI said as a nice
example... `Reach down and grab a pair'. Which meant your balls? This
brought a smile to my face as I had already determined who in our group I
would love to do this to. In my mind there were enough pair of balls to
keep my busy for hours.

We were told that we would now be transported to the base and were given
instruction to keep our heads down between our legs. , so that we could not
see the `real world' any longer. Or at least for the duration of the trip
to the base.

Again I thought about all of the guys in here that I would love to have put
spread their legs and allow me to put my head there.

The ride seemed to take ages and at the same time near the end had felt
like we were going through a series of continual left turns. Strange this
seemed but of course I didn't dare look up for fear of having my head cut
off. Even though I could not see anything but the floor of the bus, I could
`feel' the DI looking at us. Watching, waiting for that one individual to
attempt to look up and it would be all over for them. I was not going to
dare try and for the duration of the journey. No one else did either.

Just then the DI announced his wishes for us once we arrived to our
destination. We were to file off the bus as fast as we could and place
ourselves on a pair of the yellow footprints that were going to be on the
ground just outside of the bus. I tried to imagine if the prints outside
were going to be `nut to butt' again or not. Hoping that they were not as
my erection had only just subsided.  With that the bus stopped and the door
flung open. Also the mouth of the DI flung open as well. But wait, what was
that I could hear. It was more voices. More shouting orders but this time
they were all from different directions. Some saying one thing and some
saying another though all saying the same thing.

`Move you pussies!'. Let's fucking go ladies'! `Hurry hurry hurry!'

Once I had exited the bus and scrambled to find a suitable pair of
footprints I could make clear all the confusion.

There were about five, no, make that seven DI's shouting from all
sides. Almost as if they were rounding up sheep and cattle for the
slaughter. They wanted us to get on those print and they wanted it done
yesterday by the sound of it.

With my position established. I could see the real cause for alarm. They
were here not to be our friends but to ensure that we understood that boot
camp was not fun and games.

We were positioned on these yellow footprints like a checker
board. Perfectly aligned we were. One in front of the other with about 2
feet in front and back as well as on the sides. Geometry at it's best. I
could not have done a better job myself if I tried.

Suddenly just 2 guys up and 2 to my left someone coughed. I knew this cause
I could see this guy, who was about six foot five and very much like a twig
from a very long dead oak tree, raise his hand to his mouth. Just as his
mother had taught him to do.

It was polite and showed you had manners. The DI's saw this as well and
with their positions to the group of us as a whole, they seemed to come
from all sides. A stocky, short dark DI came from behind me almost knocking
me over just so that he could be the first one to reach the cougher.

They all wanted to be there as quickly as they could and he was about to
find out why. Within1.5 seconds they were on him like he was on fire and
wanted to put him out before the fire spread. Of course this was not the
case. They wanted all to be the first one there to completely tear him
apart. Like savage lions on a fresh kill they all wanted part of the
action.

The prime position was directly in front with nose touching nose. This was
what all the hurry was about I know understood. To see who could get there
first and dish out the worse insults imaginable. As I tried to understand
what was being said by all 7 of the DI's I could make out that they were
not there to complain about the cough itself but that there was no moving
once in formation. None what so ever despite what our mothers had taught
us. Manners or not this was all about looking good and staying in a
formation. They didn't care if 200 wasps covered your face as long as there
was no movement.

It was about having discipline and looking stern and being `hard as
nails'. This was the USMC. Lesson number two learned.

Following the scene of considerable and utter defile we were lead into what
looked like to me a large airport type hanger that stretched as far as the
eye could see. Within it were stacks and stacks of boxes in colours of
greens, browns and blacks. Colours that I would come to accept as being the
only colours of the military.


We were lead inside in the same order as we were out on the
footprints. About 10 across and 10 deep.

`Nut to butt!' was the next thing I heard and like some sort of accordion
we all compressed together as hard as we could without actually becoming
one solid mass of bodies. The funny thing about it was that there was no
hesitation. NO resistance. It just...happened. Was this a sign of things to
come? Were we already forming the mindset that was destined to become our
lifestyle?

I was actually smiling inside at how we just did it. Just like that. I
thought the DI's would be pleased as well that we had moved like we had. Of
course to them it was not as quick and as tight as it should have been
though and they were urging us from behind and up front to move quicker and
harder together. We were crunched even tighter then we were at the
airport. My breathing had become laboured and we were so close that I could
feel the mouth of the guy behind me on my right ear. This immediately
turned me on and I could feel my crotch stir with anticipation. More
worried now then before that the recruit in front might feel this and cause
further issues for me.

With that said and done we were told to sit. Sit right where we stood. Nut
to butt. This meant that we would have to sit so close together that we
would have to extend our legs along the legs of the person that was in
front of us. This wasn't really a problem for me as I have never had any
problem spreading my legs to accommodate anyone and this was not going to
be real test of just how far I could spread them either. Quite flexible I
was and considered this easy. For others it was not as we came in all
shapes and sizes. Tall and short as well as slim and not so slim.

Fortunately I was between two quite fit individuals and we had no problems
slotting ourselves together like a perfect jigsaw piece. It felt nice. The
recruit behind me felt as if he was well equipped and I imagined what it
might look like if I could see it in the flesh. Damn, did I have a good
imagination.

I already knew what he looked like dressed and I was well pleased to have
him behind me. Very tan with dark hair. Really sexy clean features that I
was used to seeing in the porn mags and videos I had back home in my
bedroom. From what I could tell he had a nice chest too. His pecs felt very
firm on my back and gave resistance as I pretended to have to shift myself
against him. His legs seemed nice and thick. Runner's legs or perhaps
roller blades or cycle legs. Thick no matter what.


I wanted to just relax on his chest and have him wrap his arms around me
and allow me to feel his whole body behind me. I had to be careful though
as not to lean back to far and cause a domino effect of recruits behind
me. Did I mention how close we were...?

I realised just then when I felt his lips pressing on my ear
before. Trusting that he had nice full lips from what I remember. Oh how
good those must feel pressed onto my own. Or better yet how smooth they
must be as if they were to slide up and down the length of my erection. So
soft and so very gentle.

I was in a state of oblivion now and focused all my attention on my
creative mind. Dreaming in my head what it must be like to be completely
naked together with him and do anything to him my heart desired. Just
wanting him to do anything he wanted to me. Whatever pleased him as long as
I was involved in it all.

By now, what had seemed like an eternity was only a few seconds. I was
hearing our next course of action. That was to stand up and get completely
undress so that we could be issued our uniforms that were going to be a
permanent staple of the next three months together. I could not believe
this. Here I was with this raging hard on and I was being asked, no told, I
was going to have to get naked.


Quickly facing the fact that I was in no position to protest I began taking
off my clothing. By now the room was in total chaos as everyone wanted to
bend over at the same time to remove their shoes. What a sight this must
have looking from any other angle. Soon enough though more and more skin
was starting to show. All kinds of body shapes. I have to admit there were
some damn sexy bodies here, including myself. I had always held my own body
in high regard a far as how it looked. I was slim but well defined and
toned. Considering I had never stepped foot into a proper gym in my
life. Well at least not to work out anyway. I was proud of my body and
didn't mind showing it off either.

You could see some of the apprehension in some of the recruits once
everyone was finished. Almost as if to see the complete nakedness all
around at take it all in.

I was doing the same and thankfully my erection went down and I seemed to
settle down a bit. The shrill voices are enough to cause anyone to lose
interest. I realised that the guy behind me could only be standing there
naked behind me and I questioned myself why I did not take the opportunity
to look behind me when I had the chance. Given different circumstances I
would have been on him like nobodies business but for some reason I
completely failed to recognise he was still behind me. Only now he was
exposed to the world.

As much as I wanted to turn around and gaze at his now fully revealed body
I didn't dare do it. No way was I going to be acknowledged to others be
peering at the naked cock behind me. I so wanted to though and I am still
shocked at how reserved I was about not looking at all.

We were told to bend over and pick up all off our belongings and file
signally up to the front and deposited our gear into boxes that were going
to stay in this hanger until our time here in boot camp was over. We were
no longer civilians now and had no need for civilian clothing. That was all
behind us now and there would be no sign of that for the next coming weeks.

I stood straight then as the first line of recruits started to file up to
the front where they would shout out their name so that each box could be
marked accordingly. This was my chance to get a good look at each one as
they deposited their gear as well as collecting the fatigues and returning
to the formation.

Many, many big boys. Some of them seemed to have appeared as if they had
just steeped out of a pool in the dead of winter. I dismissed this and
assumed it was fright more then lack of. Others, however, showed no sign of
worry or fear and those cocks swung heavily and seemed to say, `Look at me,
I am huge.' And look I did. I couldn't but look. Never before had I seen
such a display of uncovered meat in my life. It was right there in front of
me, as if being displayed in some store window waiting to be purchased.

Again I imagined what it would have been like to be standing in front of
each of them as they walked by. Thinking how heavenly it would be to suck
them all off. One by one.

That thought was quickly abandoned when the guy behind me suddenly pushed
me forward. Our line was now moving. It was our rows turn to show ourselves
and be on display for all the others to see. I was now wishing I was in
another line so that I could watch the guy behind file past in front of
me. How was I ever going to see him. He will always be behind me.

Now I was wishing I had eyes in the back of my head. The same that my
mother claimed to have all the years I was growing up. I had always
wondered how she managed to find out some of the things I did when I was
younger and her excuse was that she had eyes. Not just in front but in
back. Forever I believed this before I understood she was only pretending
but now I wish I had some too.

We moved quickly enough and close enough as well that a few times I could
feel the cock behind me swing forward and touch my ass. This was awesome to
me as I was getting and impression that this guy was hung. Considering what
the rest of him had felt like I was not surprised but pleased to the core
that everything matched as I had imagined.

I was hearing names...names of the guys in my line as they were shouting
them to be recorded. I knew I must pay attention to hear the name that
would be called from the recruit behind me but also making sure I got my
own name right and didn't look an idiot..

`KENNEY!' sounded in my ear. That was it. I knew the last name of the fit
hung boy behind me now. I also acknowledged that he had a sexy deep voice
as well. Perfect in every way I thought. Body, cock and voice. How perfect
was this?!?!

Now all I needed to do was confirm its size. I needed to see it for
myself. I needed to focus on it and store the image in my head for future
reference. This was now my objective.

We were on our way back to our place in the formation and quickly I thought
about how I could steal a glance without making myself to obvious and draw
attention to myself. I had to think quick as I knew once we were all back
in formation we would need to get redressed again as quickly as humanly
possible.

`Just look', I said to myself...'just fucking look!!' What is the worst
that can happen. No one is going to see because all the attention is now at
the front with the next row of guys. And with that I turned and laid my
eyes on one of the most beautifully formed pieces of the male human anatomy
I had ever seen.

It was perfectly formed and hung there like a heavy weight. Cut as well and
very thick even as it swung there between his thighs. Not hard at all but
definitely one that would grow to please masses everywhere. It pleased me
that was for sure and for as quick as my glance was I knew I would have the
image burned in the back of my mind to last me forever, even if I never had
the pleasure of laying my eyes on it for the rest of my lifetime.

I had never seen such an amazingly formed penis. I like to think I have
seen a lot in my time though I was only 19. But this was the one I would
remember for years to come. It was only a split second I looked at him and
for as brief a time it was I was sure no one else caught me steal a
peek. If I never did anything worth my while again I knew that this was the
most worth while thing ever. I was proud as well as amazed that I did and
will never regret it. All around, he was a truly stunning piece of
work. Better then even I had imagined him to be.

All I wanted to do know was stare at it. Touch it. Taste it. Take it's
vastness into my mouth and feel it grow. Completely take over the inside of
my mouth till I couldn't breathe. I wanted to savour it for as long as I
could. I wanted to spend hours just carefully caressing and loving his
thick member.

I imagined what his moaning would sound like. Deep and long moans he would
produce as he slowly pumped my mouth with his cock from the head to the
base and back again. So far down the base that my nose would be buried in
his neatly trimmed pubes. So far down as well that I would feel his heavy
but smooth balls rest gently on my chin before retreating again.

I would not use my hands at all because I would want him to feel the full
pleasure I could give him with just my mouth. I wanted to show him just how
much I wanted to please him. I wanted to make sure that he would never put
his dick in another mouth that would feel better then mine. He would not
soon forget my mouth. I would make sure that every other blow job he got
after that he would compare to the service I gave him. He had to know that
he deserved to be worshipped and I was just the one that could do it for
him.

Before I could even fully enjoy my own vision I was on the floor again
searching for my underwear. I was amazed that after letting my imagination
run away with me that I was still able to hear what our next order was. I
knew that once our skivvies were back on again that I would not be able to
see Kenney's superb cock again.

What were the chances of even seeing him again? I already knew that this
was a big place and it would be slim that I would even come close to seeing
him after today.

I was not worried though as I would remember that moment for a long time to
come. It would be a good long while that my brain would deliver that image
into the farthest reaches of my mind. I was glad about that. I would
believe that it would be against one if not more then one religion to
forget something as splendid as Kenny and his great cock.

Fully dressed now in camouflage and boots we were given our next directive
to herd along out of the room into the small corridor that we had entered
from. `Nut to butt' of course and I didn't mind. Even though Kenney was
dressed now I knew I would still be able to feel him behind me. There was
no way any amount of clothing could fully conceal what he was carrying.

This pleased me because I knew that wherever we were to go from this point
that he would always be behind me.

It was now time for haircuts. Soon everyone here would look as similar as
possible to everyone else around them. Obviously there would be
distinguishable differences between us but all in all we were losing our
individuality.

So guys had very short hair already. Others had bleach or were wearing
their hair down to their shoulders. There were many different types,
colours and styles.

I was interested to see just how I was going to look as a skinhead. I was
always used to wearing my hair short anyway so I was not too worried. I
would be a shock but trusted I would get used to it.

Kenney on the other hand had longer hair. His was longer and kind of hung
in one length around his head giving him a sexy `curtain' look. Very boyish
and very sexy. It was a nice colour somewhere between dark blond and
brown. Quite like the colour of his pubic hair. I tried to envisage what he
would look like after coming out of a swimming pool on a hot day. Seeing
his wet hair clinging to his beautiful face before he would take his hand
and run it though to the back of his head.

What would he look like? I was unsure as I could not picture him without
his locks.

I was of course before him in line though and would hopefully get the
pleasure of watching him quickly transform into a boot camp recruit.

We were swiftly moving to the doorway that housed the room where owe would
receive our new looks. All I could hear coming from the room was the high
pitch buzzing from the hair trimmers. It seemed like there were hundreds of
them all cutting at the same time. Not stopping for anything until the last
one of us was hairless.  I had just come to the doorway and was able to see
others getting the haircut that would designate them as recruits. I was
shocked at what I saw.

Each one was only in a chair for about 20 seconds and there were only two
chairs in the room. We were moving so fast in the line that I would have
guessed there were at least 10 barbers having a go all at once. In no time
from the moment when one placed himself in a chair was his hair falling to
the floor. It took most guys only four to five sweeps from front to back
working right to left before they were completely bald.

These barbers obviously had to be somewhere soon as they were making very
quick work of the line of guys that were there to be sheared. These men
were on a mission. Maybe they were trying to break their record from the
guys that came yesterday. Maybe they just wanted to have a get out of there
as soon as they could. They were not stopping for anything either as the
trimmers were cutting another head before the previous person even left the
chair.

Soon I was to be taking my place on the crude stool to have my inaugural
haircut. I was quite looking forward to it though. I had many magazines at
home that were nothing but skinhead and butch guys in them. I loved the
look of a guy with no hair. I liked the roughness of them and it was very
horny to see a skinhead fucking the ass off of a young guy with a huge
sweaty mop on his head. Very horny stuff I thought.

I was anticipating Kenney taking the stool next to me and getting to watch
his alteration from sexy `guy next door' to horny `come fuck me hard'
skinhead.

`Wait, wait, wait', I thought in my head as I was being removed from my
stool and encouraged to move immediately out the opposite door to the one
through which I had entered. I was not going to get to see Kenney receive
his trim as I was now finished. I would have to see him once it was
over. Before I had been back in the line for more then 10 seconds I could
feel Kenney rush up behind me and stop knowing he could go no further. I
knew that he was bald behind me and desperately wanted to look but was not
going to this time.

This time the DI's were scanning our formation and making sure everyone's
eyes were burning holes in the bald head in front of us. I was starting to
be concerned that my head looked strange to Kenney behind me as I knew that
my head was all he could see. Hope he liked it.

In no time we were all standing again together but this time only nothing
but rough stubble was visible on all of our heads. We were being given
orders that we would now be marched to our barracks quarters where we would
be separated into our platoons and introduced to our permanent drill
instructors that would remain with us for the duration of our 3 months
there.

The one word that stuck out in my mind was `separated'. I said a prayer
right there asking not to be split from Kenney. I did not want to be in any
other platoon then he was in as I knew I would have other opportunities to
see more of him if we were placed together. Even though I had no idea of
what was to be expected once placed in our individual sections I still
trusted that seeing him all the time would be better then never seeing him
again. Let's hope my prayer gets answered.

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I hope you enjoyed reading that story.  I will bed writing a lot more to it
yet Please let me know what you think euan@euandonovahn.com