Date: Sun, 6 May 2007 17:12:48 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: service whore-3

SERVICE WHORE-3

Pt-1
	The BlackHawk-911 did extensive evasive maneuvers due to the heavy
gunfire in the area. Our squad of 10 was headed back to our base operations
for a little R&R after months of fighting in the trenches in Iraq. We took
what was supposed to be a safe secure route through the air space of
Minerva, only to find that it had been re-taken by Iranian Insurgents.
	There were 10 of us in the bird;

Myself; 22 yr old private (fresh in my first tour of duty) -Chris Harris
My 38 yr old field sergeant; Callahan
Medical specialists; 28 yr old -- Joseph Hanson
Communications expert; 24 yr old -- Ian Patrick
Bomb specialist private; Alvin Valdez 21
Private; Anthony Berman 19
Private; Jonathan Berman 21 (brothers)
Private; Moses Jackson 22
Pilot 1st class; Liam Lampard 32
Pilot 2nd class; Kenneth Moore 18

"INCOMING!" yelled Moore just as Lampard jammed the bird a hard left to
avoid a rocket launcher missile. We all jerked right as the tail of the
chopper was hit. A loud explosion (like ripping metal) tore through the
air, sending the bird in a deadly tail-spin.

"Everybody HOLD ON!" was all the Sarge had time to command, as we suddenly
went down with all the force of a speeding meteorite.
	The BlackHawk slammed into the ground and broke into pieces. Heavy
smoke started to fill what was lift of the cabin space as a small fire
began to spell doom for the unconscious crew. I fought to unhook my
seatbelt, hanging sideways as the Hawk was tilted on its side.

"Sound off!" yelled Callahan, trying to see who was alive and conscious.

"Jackson!"

"Valdez!"

"Harris, sir!"

"Jackson, Veldez, Harris, get yourselves loose and help the others!"
ordered Sarge. I couldn't see anything as I still fought to free
myself. The thick black smoke which had been burning my eyes, was now
cutting my breath and causing me to choke. I thought I was a goner until
someone cut the belt holding me in place with a shape knife. I fell to the
side of the Hawk's wall, and was helped to my feet by Sarge.

"You all right, Harris?" he asked, holding me tightly by the arms. For a
split second, I felt safe just being next to him.

"(cough-cough) Sir, yes sir!" I yelled properly, having only bumped my head
in the crash.

"Good. Now tend to your fallen soldiers!" he commands, letting me go as he
went off to help and find the wounded.

	I rubbed my smoke filled eyes, trying to cover my mouth and nose
with my hand. I heard someone moan. I couldn't see too clearly, so I just
tried to shut out all the other noises around me and focus in on the
moans. There was debris everywhere. I bent down and started to reach out
where I thought I heard someone, and found one of my squad members lying at
the bottom of the wreckage. I couldn't tell who it was, but had to cut him
from his seat as well before dragging him through the large gaping hole in
the roof of the bird. Once I got him outside, I heard someone run over to
us.

"Here!" yelled Jackson, handing me a water soaked rag to cleanse my eyes
with. Gratefully I buried my face in the rag and was just able to make out
Jackson pulling my rescue to safety. I ran back into the wreckage to see
who else was left. The cockpit of the chopper had hit head first. The two
pilots were still trapped inside. I noticed neither of them were moving. I
made my way over to them, stepping over seats, equipment, riffles, and
other debris.
	When I got to them, I saw instantly that Lampard was dead. The
front of the chopper was pushed back into the two pilots, and the control
panel had crushed Lampard on impact. His eyes were bulged, and there was
blood everywhere.

	I'd seen a lot of dead over the last year or so with this war, but
could never get over it when it was someone you know. Lampard had fucked me
so many times, that he had once requested I tattoo his name on my ass for
ownership. We laughed it off just as he let loose a heavy load of cum in my
butt, declaring it his own with stationed away from his wife..., at least
until the next soldier came along who needed some relief.
	Seeing him now, sitting there dead was extremely hard to watch, but
I knew I didn't have time to mourn, not while we still had soldiers needing
rescue. I checked the vital signs on the younger co-pilot (Moore), and
found him still alive. I heard sergeant Callahan calling from inside the
wreckage, looking to see who was left.

"Here!" I yelled, starting to unfasten Moore from his chair. "I've got a
live one!"
	Callahan and Valdez ran up to where we were and began helping me
lift Moore's dead body weight from the wreckage.

"Easy! Easy! He's in pretty bad shape!" ordered the Sarge.
	We pulled Moore out of his seat gently, then carried him out of the
red zone to a safe distance where we had laid the other men that were
plucked from the wreck. A few seconds later, the rest of the Hawk blew up,
sounding a huge explosion as we all took cover.

"Medic!" yelled Callahan. Private Hanson was attending the wounds of Tony
Berman when the chopper blew. He told Tony's brother to keep applying
pressure to the wound his brother sustained until it stopped bleeding, then
he ran over to where we had Moore.
	He checked Moore's heart and breathing, then stared into his
dilated pupils. Then he started to check his body for injuries.

"That everybody?" asked Jackson, whom had been attending to Patrick, our
communications expert.

"Everybody but Lampard." answered Callahan. Everyone fell silent for a
moment to mourn his passing as we watched the rest of the chopper
burn. Lampard left behind a wife and 4 children. "Look, it won't be long
before those fighters see that black smoke and come looking for us. We're
sitting ducks right here. We need to go back to the bird, find whatever
weapons we can salvage, and find a safe place to store up in until help
comes."

"I'm with that!" said Jackson, as several of us that could walk went out on
a search and find. We came back with whatever weapons, gear, and first aide
we could carry (whatever was destroyed in the explosion). Hanson diagnosed
Moore with crashed legs, broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a concussion,
and possible internal injuries. He gave him a heavy dosage of morphine for
the pain and to keep him unconscious as we strapped him into a portable
gurney for transport. The radio on board the Hawk was completely toasted,
and the portable satellite had sustained some minimal damage during the
crash. But Patrick (our communications specialist) was able to radio in our
last coordinates, giving the Army base our round about location. They
surmised that it would take a few hours to get to us, and insisted that we
find cover until a unit could be dispatched out to us. So we all loaded up
what we could, then sought out sufficient shelter.

	We had to walk about several miles in the hot blazing sun before we
came upon a small desolate town of badly damaged and destroyed building. It
was one of the first places we hit when we came over. Most of the towns
people (whoever wasn't killed in the blasts) had fled for safer ground,
leaving the town a desolate wasteland.
	Sergeant Callahan selected a dwelling (which was probably some
merchant's home/shop) and declared it our "safe house" until help could
arrive. He ordered us to set up a perimeter, incase shooters came in
looking for us. Bomb specialists Alvin Valdez set up a few booby-traps in
our blind spots. He and Pt Jackson were assigned to monitor the grounds,
while brothers Tony and Jonathan Berman were assigned to the roof. Med
officer Hanson was assigned to take care of Moore and keep him alive until
help arrived (a daunting task if any there was), and communications expert
Patrick was ordered to get the com-box fixed using whatever tools he had
available. That left Callahan and me to scout the grounds.

"Come here private, we're gonna recon the rest of these buildings to make
sure we totally isolated here." he ordered, pulling out his hand
revolver. I followed him, carrying my own M16 as we went deeper into the
building we occupied. Hanson and Patrick gave each other a knowing smirk,
knowing well what Sarge truly had in stored me for.
	There were no obvious basement dwellings in these buildings, they
were stone structures, carved out of the rock and boulders which made up
the landscape of the area. These buildings were made to last long, as only
time (and a fallen missiles) could have destroyed them. About 5 minutes
into our search, Callahan holstered his gun and started to undo his weapons
belt. I was still on alert, and hadn't really noticed his actions until I
turned to find him standing in front of me with his cock exposed.

"Private Harris, what is your special rank and duties son?" asked the
sergeant, standing At Ease with his hands folded behind his back.
	I swallowed hard, standing at complete attention as I fell into my
basic training.

"Sir! My special rank is as Squad-Pussy, Sir! And my duties are to please
the Sergeant and my fellow soldiers in anyway necessary, Sir!" I recited.

"And when you see a fellow service man in need with his weapon exposed,
what are you to do private?"

"I fall to my knees and polish his gun with my mouth, Sir!" I answered,
obediently.

"So fall IN, private!" ordered Sarge. Without being told twice, I
immediately shouldered my weapon and fell to my knees in front of my
commanding officer.
	Callahan was a big guy; 6-3, 215 lbs of solid muscle, he kept his
head shaved bald with a hard clean face and army tattoos. He was 38, from
the mid-west (an ole farm boy whom joined the army fresh from high
school). He was divorced, had a son, but was a career enlister. He'd heard
rumors about me from my former commanding officer before I even arrived in
Iraq. He'd been fucking me from the beginning, taking me into his office
from the moment I arrived. He laid my new life out on the line, informing
me that I was his "main girl" while I was under his command. My mouth
nearly fell to the floor when he told me my new special rank and
duties. Sure I'd been giving my ass up for years as a service whore, but
that had always been undercover, no one knew of my special skills unless
they were one of my fuck buddies. But now Callahan would have me declared
"Squad-Pussy" unofficially, which meant anyone in my squad that wanted ass
could simply walk up and fuck me whenever they wanted. And as the
specialist, I would have to perform as told, no ifs ands or butts.

	Callahan was a no nonsense kind of guy. He didn't go for fancy
tricks like licking the shaft, or jacking the cock while sucking the
head. He liked having his entire cock sucked from tip to base, -all 8
inches of it. That first introduction resulted in my eating his cock for 40
minutes, once I had his cock totally stiff and wet with spit, he turned me
around and inspected my back door by shoving his entire shaft inside me. By
the time I left his office that afternoon, my asshole felt totally
stretched and loaded with his cum tracks. The other service men knew
instantly (by the awkward way I walked) that the Sarge had just prominently
tagged me.
	Now I knelt before him, taking his ample cock into my mouth and
began bathing it with my tongue and spit. Callahan merely stood there At
Ease, watching me lavished his stiff cock all over, taking as much as I
could before gagging and being forced to pull back. I bobbed my head back
and forth, allowing my lips to cover my teeth so I wouldn't scratch the
delicate flesh while enjoying the feel of it moving in my mouth. On my
second attempt to swallow his cock, I inhaled deeply to open my throat like
I had been taught in Basics. Callahan's cock passed through my open throat
ring, then sank down into my throat like it was made to be there. Callahan
groaned softly as I buried his boner in my throat, feeling the fat bulbous
head pass down into my stretched esophagus.

"That's it Private..., take that dick, boy! Suck it like your Country's
depending on it!" ordered Sarge.
	I did my duty as told, pulling back tight with my lips. I felt
Callahan's cock sliding slowly out of my throat as I sucked feverishly on
the hard shaft and swollen head before swallowing him all the way back down
again. The tiny rocks under my knees were starting to hurt badly, but I
knew I had a job to do and was determined to do it good. Servicing the
Sergeant was the best job I'd ever partaken in, and I never wanted his cock
to leave my mouth unsatisfied. I lived to serve my Sergeant. I carved his
cock and cum, like any good Squad-Pussy should.
	My throat ballooned outward every time I swallowed his super
grade-A cock. My tongue danced along the slick belly of his rod, tickling
the cum tube and trying to coax him to cum quicker. Sarge liked it when I
hungered for his load, and I could actually feel my stomach growling for
him.

"That's it, Harris..., you're such a sweet pussy-boy! Take that cock,
Private! Eat that dick!"

"MMMmmmm!!' I moaned, muffled.
	My own cock bend hard in my army fatigues. I wanted to reach down
and free it, but knew the Sarge's needs came first and foremost. Soon he
had his hands on my head, unfastening my helmet as he allowed it to fall to
the ground. His fingers gripped onto my scalp, holding my head tightly as
he started to face fuck me. "MMMmphhh..!!" I gargled, feeling his cock saw
through me like a buzz-saw. Spit dripped from my chin and his balls as his
testicles slapped a wet tattoo against my stubble free chinny chin-chin. I
sucked and slurped along his length, hoping to taste his sweet nectar, when
he suddenly ripped his cock from my mouth. I panted hotly as I watched it
pulse and throb before me. It was obvious that it had been very close to
popping its cork, and my taste-buds were going wild for its spunk.

"You want that load, Private?" I heard the Sarge ask in a deep husky voice.

"Yes, Sir!" I breathed, my swollen lips watering for its juices as I
watched its hypnotic pulse.

"Beg for it, boy! Then maybe I'll let you eat it!" he teased.

"Please, Sir...!" I begged, nowhere near too proud. "Please..., may I have
your cum load, Sir?"

"How badly do you need it, Private?" he asked, still holding my head back.

"I need it BADLY, Sir! My stomach CRAVES your cum! Please, Sir? May I have
it?"
	Without responding verbally, Callahan released my head and allowed
me to swallow his cock again whole! Oddly I only felt at total peace when I
had a big hard cock (like the Sarge's) stuffed down my throat or up my
candy-ass.
	Sarge held the back of my head while I sucked him frantically, my
lips nibbling at the thick root of his cock as my tongue and throat muscles
massaged his aching length. I heard Callahan's groans raised higher as his
climax neared. He tightened his hold on my head as his cock swelled, then
burst thick rich delicious cum straight down into the very back of my
throat.

"AWW FUCK, YEAH PRIVATE! THAT'S HOW YOU SUCK A COCK! FUCK!!" swore the
Sarge, losing his cool as his cock throbbed down my throat, sending a
million tiny sperms into my hungry stomach.
	I continued to suck and nurse on the Sarge's cock long after he
finished cumming. I bathed his cock until it shrank back down to normal
size, and I didn't stop suckling until he pulled it forcibly from my
mouth. "That's enough, Private!" he said, sounding slightly irritated.

"Yes, sir..." I said, licking my lips clean as I rose to my feet.

"Let's check out the rest of this bunker!" ordered Sarge, tucking his cock
as he walked away. I adjusted myself, knowing I'd have to service myself
later as I armed myself and followed my commanding officer.


Pt-2
	The rest of the place checked out clean. Whoever had lived here
previously, was long gone. Sergeant Callahan and I came back from our
reconnaissance, to find the medical specialist (Hanson) hovering over the
2nd Pilot (Moore). "How's the patient?" asked Callahan, rushing by Moore's
side. It was something to see the Sarge's tender side, it wasn't something
we were privy to often in this war.

"He's sedated..." said Hanson. "All I can do is relieve whatever pain he's
having by putting him to sleep..., but he need serious medical attentions
soon, if he's gonna live!" insisted Hanson.
	Sarge sighed heavily.

"And YOU, Patrick? What's with the com-link?" asked Sarge, looking over at
our communications expert.

"Slow going, sir!" said Patrick, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Without
the proper equipment..., I'm just winging it!"

"Well..., you're all we got at the moment, Soldier!" said Callahan,
checking the windows.
	I walked over to where Moore lay on a large rock table on our
portable gurney. He really looked banged up and beat. Hanson had managed to
bandage him everywhere he saw a cut, blood, or a broken bone.

"Poor, guy..." I said, looking down at his cute face.
	Moore was only 18, fresh out of high school. He was engaged to be
married when he got back from the war. He proposed to his high school sweet
heart the day before his leave, promising to come back for her when this
was all over. Now it seemed like he'd be going back without his legs (if at
all).

	Hanson was mending Private Berman's wounded leg, stitching him up
with a needle and thread. His brother (Jonathan Berman) and Private Jackson
were on the roof top, scouring for enemies.

"How long do you think before rescue arrives, Sarge?" asked Berman, trying
to ignore the pain as Hanson sow his leg back together.

"Hard to say, Private..." said Callahan, never taking his eyes from the
landscape. "Could be hours..., could be days..."

"Days..?" asked Hanson, looking annoyed. "Moore don't have DAYS, Sarge!"

"Don't you think I know that?!" yelled Callahan frustrated, the blow job
I'd just given him obviously not working. ""Patrick..., I NEED that radio
up and running, pronto!"

"Yes, Sir!" responded Patrick, knowing Moore's life hung in the balance.

"Harris..." called Sarge, shocking me out of my trance. "Got topside! See
if Berman and Jackson need a hand with anything!"

"Yes, Sir!" I said, taking off immediately.
	I climbed the stone steps to the second level, where the older
Berman and Private Jackson were stationed. "Sarge sent me to see if you
guys needed anything!" I said, coming into their view. Both men looked at
me, then at each other...

"Sarge sent the Squad-pussy to see if WE needed anything?" smiled Jackson,
a 22 yr old black man from Baltimore Maryland. "Can you think of anything
we need, Jon?"

"hummm..." thought Berman, fisting his crotch. "...I can only think of ONE
thing!"

"Well I can think of TWO! And he's over dressed for both of them!" laughed
Jackson.
	I'd been fucked by both Jonathan Berman and Moses Jackson
before. In fact my entire squad's had my ass or mouth at some time or
another, with the exception of Moore (who was still a virgin). While Sarge
OWNED my ass, the others all had cart-blanche to fuck it whenever
necessary. As Berman and Jackson began to shed their uniforms, I began
shedding mine. Before long all three of us were butt naked. I was knelling
between Jonathan Berman's legs, sucking his fat cock while Private Jackson
lubed my asshole with a small tube of Vaseline. I hadn't been fucked in a
few days, and was anxious to feel the black man's thick cock beating my
innards to a pulp.
	Jonathan Berman was 21 with a thick football player's build, and a
fat cock to match. He always loved long, slow, blow jobs (which were hard
to pull off in the Army). I bobbed my head in his lap, his thick thighs on
either side of my head as I took more and more of his cock into my
mouth. Moses slapped his thick cock up against my ass crack, and began
grinding himself into me.

"Fuck me, Moses!" I moaned, sliding off Berman's cock.

"You sure you want this dick?" teased Jackson, knowing I did.

"Yes! Please fuck me! Give me your cock!" I pleaded.

"Get back on my dick, pussy-boy!" growled Berman, shoving my head back down
on his dick.
	I took his cock back into my mouth and continued sucking. Of both
Berman men (Jonathan and Tony), Jon was the most aggressive. Tony Berman
was a little more passive when he fucked me. He catered to MY needs as the
fuckee, stroking my hard cock, asking if I were comfortably with his cock
in my ass, etcetera. But Jonathan was a total top when it came to fucking
me. He liked proving his manhood by pounding my ass hard and long. My gut
had taken countless loads of his hot sperm (as I'm sure did most every
female in his graduating class).

	Jackson pressed his cock head up against my asshole, then pushed
in. I tried relaxing my sphincter muscles, allowing his phallus safe
passage. Jackson sank himself inside me, stretching my asshole to the
limits. My anal ring tightened automatically, clamping down on his hardon
as it speared through me. I groaned and grunted from the painful
entry. Berman shoved my head further down onto his cock, making me gag on
his big meat. Jonathan laughed as I choked in his thick shaft. I felt his
hand pushing me harder as Jackson's cock bore me deeply, his hands gripping
at my waist to hold my ass a steady target.

"Damn..., Squad-pussy is right!" shouted Jackson, enjoying the velvety suck
of my hot interior. Berman choked me on his thick slab, causing my asshole
to tighten and throb around Jackson's cock. Berman laughed, not giving me a
moment to adjust. Jackson started pulling his cock from my asshole, fucking
me with deep long strokes while savoring my anus. Berman's cock head was
banging painfully into the back of my mouth. Try as I might, I just could
not relax my throat muscles as Jonathan rammed himself inside me harder and
harder.

"Choke on that cock, dude!" he laughed. I felt Jackson's cock retreat all
the way back to the head, before he rammed himself back inside. I gasped,
causing my throat to open automatically. Berman's cock quickly popped into
my throat, cutting off my groan as Jackson fucked me steadily. "OOoohh fuck
man...!" moaned Berman, as my lips touched into his pubic hairs.
	I was stuffed front and back with over 17 inches of cock. Jackson
fucked me doggy-style, showing me just how the animals do it in the wild. I
must admit that I loved his big black cock. I let him fuck me as often as
he wanted. Jackson was a horny bastard, fucking me in fox holes, in the
back of jeeps, trucks, anywhere we could find a few minutes to get his hard
dick into me. Luckily he was a quick cummer, although he was known to cum
again and again if time allowed. I was the happy recipient of all his
orgasms. With me around, none of the men in my squad had blue balls or had
to use their hands or imaginations to get off. I happily did my sworn duty
to keep their balls empty, and their cock limp.

	Jackson was fucking me with increasing speed, feeding my asshole
every inch of his incredible nearly 10 inch cock. I loved how he'd hold my
ass cheeks far apart to allow his cock an unobstructed path deep into my
hot colon. He liked feeding me every single inch of his cock, letting me
know I had nothing but big thick long black cock penetrating me deeply. All
I could do was lie there and groan while he used me, and Berman throat
fucked me. He had both hands on the back of my head and was impaling me
deeply on his stiff upstanding dick. Each of his upward thrust went
straight down into my open throat. Both cocks were fucking me completely,
leaving no room to doubt my true existence in this man's army.
	Jackson was the first to cum (and usual is), but fortunately he has
the ability to cum and keep fucking straight through to the next fucking,
and sometimes (if time permitting) straight through to a third (and once or
twice) a forth fuck. I love when he bends me over like a bitch, and rams
his cock into me doggy-style. I love getting fucked by these mostly
straight men, letting them use my asshole as sufficient substitute for
their wives or girlfriend's far away pussies. If truth be told about how
many straight men have used my boy-cunt since I enlisted over 4 years ago,
there'd be a permanent band against the "don't ask don't tell"
policy. Nearly most all of them aren't gay, hell, I wasn't either when I
first joined. I remember it all started from a `mutual understanding',
which meant tit-4-tat, if you wanted a blow job from an enlisted man, you
blew him back. But somewhere in the beginning things got twisted, and guys
started welching on the return favor. I didn't mind it so much (which
suggests my gayness), so long as they enjoyed themselves. Pretty soon I had
a steady supply of hard horny men asking to fuck my ass daily. What was I
supposed to do, refuse?

"Oh fuck, man..., aaawwww shit..!!" yelled Jackson, holding himself deeply
inside me. I felt his body jerking with convulsions as his cock jumped and
throbbed inside me. I felt my guts become wet with heavy liquid, and knew
he'd just cum inside me. But rather than pull out (like most men do), Jones
started thrusting again, fully fucking me straight through for another ass
fucking.

"Yeah, beat that pussy up Moses!" encouraged Berman, steady ramming my
throat down on his thick cock.
	The tiny rocks and pebbles under my knees were really started to
hurt, but I knew complaining wasn't an option. As a soldier, I had to
simply "grin and bare it" (how many times had I heard that expression the
first year I was fucked?).

"aarrrrrhhhh, yeeeeeahhh...!!" moaned Berman, throwing his head back. I was
fucking my mouth up and down his slick cock when I felt it starting to
throb and pulse. Berman pumped my head up and down on his shaft faster,
making me take it ever deeper. His cock hairs were going up into my
nostrils with every downward plunge. His legs stiffened, then he suddenly
pulled my head all the way down into his lap, impelling me all the way on
his cock. My eyes bulged as I felt the first burst of his cum blast down my
throat and straight into my gullet.

"AAARRRHHHHHHH FFFUUUCCCCKKKKK!!" screamed Berman, grounding my face in his
musky pubes.

"Damn!" responded Jackson, still fucking me from behind. He could see
Berman squirming on the ground before me, holding my head down on his dick
in a death grip, my own body convulsing from the thick cock lodged in my
throat. My asshole kept clamping down on Jackson's' cock while he rammed me
harder. He picked up a furious pace, fucking me so hard that my innards
started to ache. My cock was rock hard under me, leaking a steady flow of
semen while being used by these two men. I felt another jolt of sperm
cascade down my throat, then another one, and another. Berman's hands
tightened on my head with each spurt, insuring that I take every gush. Just
as his cock started to slow in pulses, Jackson rammed himself all the way
back up into my anal guts and held himself there.

"AWW shit..., I'm cumming again!!" he announced, his dick pulsing wildly
inside me. My own cock started hosing cum all over the stone floor. I lost
all strength in that moment, unable to do anything but lay there and accept
the two cum gifts while pissing my own load all over the floor.
	I felt Jonathan Berman's dick starting to soften as his hands let
go of my head. I came back to life and began sucking his soft slab, trying
to get every last ounce of juice from the shaft. Jackson slowly pulled his
cock from my hole, leaving me totally empty. When he stood up, I turned
around and swallowed his long cock, cleaning it with my mouth. "Fuck..."
moaned Jackson, watching my lips nibble on his cock root. I looked up at
him, staring into his eyes as I pulled back. I knew most black guys liked
watching their big black dicks slowly withdraw from a cock sucker's
mouth. The color contrast is what drove most of them, with the lack of
available female pussy. After a few minutes, Jackson pulled his cock from
my mouth and staggered backwards against an old table.

"Shit man, I'm spent!" he said, giving his cock a rest. I licked my lips as
I watched him pulling up his fatigues to tuck his cock away. I looked over
at Berman, hoping his cock had recovered, but was disappointed to see him
redressing as well. I got up off my knees and began to dress too. At least
I had 2 loads (Sarge's and Jon Berman's) in my stomach, and Jackson's in my
ass. Both men pat me on the back affectionately for helping them out, as
the geared up and retook their posts.
	I made my way back downstairs tp the first floor where the other
guys were. I saw Sarge and the others gathered around Moore (the seriously
injured officer), and ran over to see what was wrong.

	He was reeling in some serious pain. Officer medic Joseph Hanson
said it was highly likely that Moore was suffering from extensive internal
damage, damage he wasn't really capable of mending without a more
experienced doctor and a hospital facility. He was just about to give Moore
another morphine injection when Moore stopped him. "I...I don't wanna die
all doped up, Joe! I want to know when I die!" he said.

"Put that needle away, soldier!" ordered Sarge. Hanson turned back towards
his bag and sheathed the needle in its plastic cover guard. "You sure about
this, Private?" asked Sarge, knowing Moore was in great pain.

"Yes, sir!" responded Moore, groaning and grunting with every breath. Tears
streamed backwards from his eyes, soaking into his ears. He closed his eyes
and let out a loud groan from a particular jolt. Sarge running his sweat
soaked hair, gently.

"You'll be alright, son..., rescue's on its way!" he lied, knowing Moore
probably wouldn't see the rescue alive. Moore told the Sarge to reach into
his pocket to retrieve a letter to his folks and his female fiancée.

"Pleas..., make sure my...parents get this letter, sir? And my
girlfriend..., Josie!" he gasped.

"I will!" said Sarge, tucking them into his back pocket. "But I want you to
give it to them yourself, soldier! You hear me? That's an order!"

"I...I hear you, sir." said Moore, fading slowly. We were all stunned when
he suddenly started to laugh out loud.

"What's so funny, Kenny?" asked Hanson, curiously.

"Josie and I wanted to hold off having sex until out wedding night...!"
chuckled Moore, "...and now I might die a virgin!"
	We all looked around at each other, all thinking how fucked up that
is.

"You won't die a virgin, Moore..." said Sarge, surely. "...not so long as
we have this Squad-pussy here! Harris?"

"Yes, Sir!" I said, stepping forth.

"You're up for duty, son!" he said, looking me straight in the eye. I
looked down at Moore's broken bloody body, and wondered what Sarge really
expected me to do for him? Sarge pulled me aside as Hanson, Patrick, and
Valdez started to cut into Moore's pants. "Chris..." he said softly, using
my first name (which he'd only done previously in while fucking me),
"...Moore's NOT going to make it back home to see his family. I want you to
climb up on that table and give that solder the best fuck of his young
life! Let him go out cumming!" encouraged Sarge.

"Yes, Sir!" I said, undoing my uniform as the guys prepped Moore by
exposing his privates. They all watched as I approached cautiously. Moore
looked as scared as I was, his eyes showing his fear as I reached down to
massage his soft cock. Hanson was good enough to wash away any blood that
may have soaked into the Private's private area, so his entire crotch was
clean and clear of any blood. We weren't even sure if Moore had any feeling
in his groin, as his legs were totally crushed from the crash. I took a
deep breath, then dove down to check.
	I took Moore's cock into my mouth and began sucking. The army
Private didn't say anything as he just lay there in pain. I sucked at his
cock, pulling the dead phallus with my lips to stretch it out. At first it
wouldn't respond, causing us to fear he couldn't get it up at all. But then
suddenly I started to feel his cock thicken. I sucked harder, getting more
intense with it. It grew in my mouth, reaching full mask as I sucking up
and down the shaft.

"Is this your first blow job, Kenny?" asked Sarge.

"aww, no sir!" choked Moore, breaking his concentration. "Josie and I have
done oral sex..., we've just never..."

"I got it, soldier!" smiled Callahan, watching me blow Private Moore.
	He had a nice modest 6 inch cock. I sucked the whole thing into my
mouth, mashing my face in his balls. Moore moaned softly, sounding more
erotic than painful. Once his cock was nice and wet, I had Sarge help me
maneuver on top the table over Moore. Sarge held the soldier's cock upright
for me, stroking it in his hand as I lowered my ass down onto it.
	Moore closed his eyes as his cock head bumped up against my slick
wet asshole. Sarge made some comment about me not needing any lube, as I'd
obviously just been recently fucked. Moore's cock head slipped into me as I
sank down on it. He moaned louder, having penetrated his first ass. I
buried his cock in my hole, then ground my ass cheeks down in his
lap. Moore groaned in pain this time, as I realized I had to be careful not
to get too carried away.

	Slowly, carefully, I began to rise and fall my ass in his lap,
squatting over him as I fucked myself on his hard cock. Moore kept his eyes
close while I rode him, probably day dreaming about his girlfriend
Josie. His cock felt so good inside me. I started to regret never feeling
it inside me before now. But it was never really my choice, Moore was the
one trying to hold out until his wedding night.
	The guys all watched as I slowly rode Kenny's cock. The look on his
face showed extreme pain, but his groans sounded erotic. I wasn't really
sure if I was helping or hurting him, except that his cock never lost any
of its stiffness with I rode.

"Take it easy on him, Harris..., he's delicate." warned Hanson, watching us
closely. I tired to take heed to his words, balancing myself on the rock
table while riding Moore's cock but trying not to ride him too hard as I
could do more damage than good...
	I had my feet planted on either side of Kenny's body, leaning
backwards with my hands on either side of his legs. I worked my ass up and
down his cock, tightening my anal muscles on the uptake, and relaxing them
on the down. Kenny moaned gently, the painful expression on his face
softening as please started to take over pain.

"That's it, Harris..., work that Squad-pussy!" encouraged Callahan. My own
cock was starting to harden at the thought of being Private Moore's first
fuck. I kinda saddened when I realized I could possibly be his
last. Hopefully rescue would come soon (as would Kenny).

	I saw the other soldiers starting to really get aroused while
watching us. Valdez was rubbing his crotch, his cock bulge evident through
his fatigues. Medic officer Hanson also looked hard underneath his army
issued gear. Both men had fucked me previously, as I was fair game to all
of them. Communications expert Ian Patrick had stopped working on the
com-link to watch us fuck, I could see him nursing the lengthy bulge he had
running down his pant-leg.

"Oh my gosh...!" gasped Moore, opening his eyes.

"What is it? What's wrong son?" asked Sarge, rushing by Kenny's side.

"Oh, sir..., I just can't believe how good this feels! I can't believe I
let so much time pass without ever have fucked anyone before!" said Moore,
aloud.
	Sarge laughed.

"That's how we ALL felt, the first time we got our cherries popped!"
chuckled Sarge.

"If Josie's girl-pussy feels anywhere as nice as Harris' boy-pussy..., I
feel like I've died and gone to heaven!" reeled Moore.

"Just relax, son..., let Harris do all the work! YOU just concentrate on
feeling good and busting that nut!" suggested Sarge.

"Yes, sir!" agreed Kenny, looking down between my legs to see his cock
disappearing up into my ass. I never stopped fucking myself, it was as if
my hips were on automatic. I'd just been fucked by my fellow solders
upstairs in the other room, and was just glad to be able to help out Moore
in anyway I could.

"What's that coming out of Harris' ass?" asked Valdez, pointing at the
creamy substance cascading down Moore's shaft as my anus became more and
more slick.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Sarge, knowing me well. "It's CUM! Obviously
either Berman or Jackson, or BOTH of them fucked him upstairs!"

"What a whore!" I heard Patrick moan, fisting his cock bulge as I fucked
myself steadily on Moore cock.

"Oh..!" gasped Kenny, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. "Oh shit,
Sarge..!"

"What is it Private? Are you cumming?" asked our commanding officer.

"Yes, Sir!" shouted Moore. "Of fuck! I'm...I'm..., aaaaarrrrhhhhh!!!"
	I felt Moore's cock pulsate inside me, then felt the warm juice of
his sperm fill my hole.

"That's it, Moore! Fill the Squad-pussy up!" laughed Sarge, clapping his
hands. Hanson, Valdez, and Patrick all joined in and cheered, watching
Kenny loose his virginity in front of them. It would be a memory we'd never
forget.
	My own cock was hard now, just knowing I had another load inside
me. I held Kenny's cock tightly inside me, not wanting to let it go until
it was completely drained. When it was done, I felt it quickly shrinking.

"Congratulations, Private! You finally lost your virginity!" cheered
Callahan, looking down at Kenny's blissful expression as he stared up at
the ceiling. We were all still celebrating with him when Hanson reached
down and touch his middle and index fingers to Kenny's neck. I watched
dumbfounded as he quickly placed his ear down to Kenny's heart and
listened. When he rose up, we all knew Kenny was gone.
	I climbed down off the table as Sergeant Callahan closed Kenny's
eyes. We all mourned silently for a moment, praying that his spirit was in
a better place with his loved ones. I redressed, feeling like shit for
having enjoyed his dick.

"You did good, Harris." said Sarge, seeing me mope around after Kenny's
death. "You have no idea what you just did for that boy!"

"Did?" I asked, feeling like a rapist. "All I did was molest him in his
final hour, Sarge! He died while cumming in me! If I didn't make him spend
so much energy on climaxing..., he might still be alive right now!"

"You have to look at it from Kenny's point of view, Harris..." said Sarge
sympathetically, touching me gently on the shoulder. "...you helped him die
with dignity. You made him concentrate on something else beside death and
pain! You gave him the gift EVERY man wishes for..., the opportunity to die
while cumming! Who wouldn't want that? Give me that any day over dying
alone, long, and painful death!"

"Thanks, Sarge." I said, feeling a little better. Sarge lifted my head from
looking at my shoes by rising my chin.

"Trust me when I tell you Harris..., that you mean more to this unit than
you realize."
	With that, Sarge walked off to attend to other business. I felt a
warm glow overcome me, mush like I get with a job well done. Moore's body
was wrapped for the trip back home incase rescue came for the rest of us in
time, but we'd have to sit and wait to see what happens...

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