Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2017 01:02:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chief
Subject: Training Chief

"Army Strong!" Sergeant Jordan smiled at PFC Johnson and headed towards
Chief Taylor's office. Being a squad leader was a job Sergeant Jordan
enjoyed and it showed. Everyone respected him as a squared away NCO, known
for always looking sharp and was even considered something of a "PT Stud"
for being so physically fit.  He was also very knowledgeable about his job
in the Brigade Commo shop, and the "go-to" guy when problems arose. And
Sergeant Jordan always ensured that his squad received all necessary
instructions and were properly trained to perform their jobs

As if that weren't enough responsibility, as the Army embraced computers
and digitization, it seemed it was always something which kept Sergeant
Jordan on his toes. No problem was too small for Sergeant Jordan's
attention. As a result it wasn't unusual that Sergeant Jordan would again
report to Chief Taylor that the R-9 cable wasn't coupling correctly and
that PFC Johnson had tried his best but unsuccessfully. It was a good
problem to bring to Chief as Sergeant Jordan knew that it was actually an
easy fix. Chief had the "secret" to getting the two cables to fit snugly
and not come apart too easily and would be all too happy to fix it. As
Chief would laugh and say, "that's why he was in charge."

PFC Johnson actually had no problem joining the cables together and both he
and Sergeant Jordan knew it.  But this was a little scheme they'd cooked up
to mess with Chief. First, they enjoyed how it fed his inflated ego. Chief
would "save the day" and secondly, and more importantly it got Chief Taylor
down on all fours with his sweet, white country boy ass up in the air for
the Soldiers to eyeball. And that alone was worth going to Chief with an
issue. The only thing more inflated than Chief's ego were his two plump ass
cheeks and Sergeant Jordan never tired of admiring them or the way they
bounced when Chief walked.  He imagined burying his face in Chief's ass and
using his tongue to get Chief's hole good and wet. By then Chief would be
begging Sergeant Jordan to fuck his brains out. He thought about it often,
especially when Chief's snug fitting uniform pants were pulled taut over
his ass cheeks, accentuating their huge size and their round form. And when
Chief kneeled or bent over, the way his ass cheeks would rise and separate
revealing his deep ass crack seemed practically an invitation to Sergeant
Jordan.

So much so that once Chief Taylor agreed to help, being the squared away
NCO he was, Sergeant Jordan would call together a select squad of Soldiers
for this "hip pocket training" on how to properly connect R-9 cable.
Sergeant Jordan realized the opportunity to show many Soldiers beyond his
squad and train them on this task step-by-step meant that Chief would spend
more time on his hands and knees, face down and ass up. Just like Sergeant
Jordan preferred his hot supervisor to be.

As always, while Chief crawled along, tugging on the cables, working under
the desks and between the junction boxes, intent on his task, the Soldiers
stood around over him, staring at his upturned ass and licking their lips,
or thrusting their hips suggestive of fucking Chief's tight ass. Unspoken
between them was that Chief would be a solid fuck. Some were pretending to
take notes while actually smiling and winking to each other as they grabbed
their bulging crotches and imagined pushing Chief's head down and fucking
Chief doggy style. Others fought the urge to laugh or make obscene
exclamations. But all were instead careful not to say anything that might
make Chief suspicious or turn around and catch them staring and admiring
his ass. This set-up was too good and the sight Chief on the ground too hot
to mess it up. Typically one or two Soldiers would surreptitiously pull out
their phones and shoot pictures of Chief's ass for later scrutiny in
private.

Plowing Chief Taylor`s big ass was probably the number one jack-off fantasy
of the whole platoon. So much so that every now and then Sergeant Jordan
wondered if Chief maybe knew what was going on while he was crawling around
on the ground and might even be enjoying the attention. While, Chief
behaved as if he didn't know the effect his big ass had on some of he was
also definitely an "attention whore." Chief was a tease, joking about how
he was going to need to go on a diet as his "ass was getting fat" bringing
attention to his ass and forcing a response. Chief must have known that
black men like Sergeant Jordan loved a big ass. And all that talk about
pussy made Sergeant Jordan think Chief was just fronting. Chief couldn't be
oblivious to the fact that so many wanted to use his holes. From time to
time, Sergeant Jordan couldn't help but stare at Chief's mouth as he spoke,
imagining his hard, black dick sliding in and out of it, and then down
Chief's throat. His dumb, straight hick behavior only made Sergeant Jordan
want to fuck him all the more.

Instead Sergeant Jordan had to be satisfied with these classes and seeing
Chief on his hands and knees and only imagining more. He was forced to
content himself surrounded by a small group of enlisted Soldiers who like
him were fighting the urge to ram their dicks down Chief's throat and shut
him up, or riding his hot ass till he screamed for them to cum inside
him. When the lesson would inevitably end, Sergeant Jordan would
occasionally have to slip off to the latrine to jack off while imagining
fucking Chief. Chief Taylor's ass was great to look at but Sergeant Jordan
figured it was likely just look but don't touch. Thoughts of touching,
groping and probing that ass were those that they later shared either among
each other, or up in the barracks as they stroked their hard dicks and
looked at the shared pictures of his ass.

Training Soldiers is the job of a Sergeant. This little training scenario
or one like it played out several times a month, until one time Sergeant
Major Jackson surprised Sergeant Jordan's squad as they were clowning,
grinning and groping. Standing at parade rest in front of Sergeant Major
Jackson, Sergeant Jordan reluctantly admitted the purpose of his little
ruse, but claimed it was all in fun. No one was getting hurt by it and it
did a lot for morale. Ready for his ass chewing, or even an Article 15,
Sergeant Jordan was prepared for his punishment.

Sergeant Major Jackson leaned forward and began to speak, "I'm extremely
disappointed in you Sergeant Jordan..."

Sergeant Major swiped through the pictures on one of the phones laid out
before him on his desk. Sergeant Jordan couldn't help but notice his other
hand reaching down and adjusting the crotch of his uniform trousers. Then
even more to Sergeant Jordan's shocked surprise, Sergeant Major broke into
a broad grin.

"... I'm disappointed you've never invited me to any of these training
sessions!" He stared straight at Sergeant Jordan. "I've been wanting to
fuck that phat ass of Chief's from the day he arrived in this unit!"

Sergeant Major continued swiping through the pictures slowly, obviously
admiring each. He held up one particular pic of Chief down on his hands and
knees, his ass seemingly in position for a balls deep shove of black dick,
and told Sergeant Jordan to look at it. Sergeant Major's voice and demeanor
now changed. "Look at that ass Sergeant! So nice and round and fuckable!"
Sergeant Jordan was at a complete loss. While those were his thoughts
exactly he never imagined hearing them from the Sergeant Major.

"What do you think ..." Sergeant Major continued, "I bet that pink hole of
Chief's just grips your dick and milks your nuts."

Sergeant Major Jackson was enjoying Sergeant Jordan's obvious discomfort
almost as much as thinking about Chief's tight ass. Sergeant Jordan gulped
audibly, and looked back at Sergeant Major and then again at the pic of
Chief's ass on the phone, which the Sergeant Major now pinched and zoomed
in on. He still wasn't sure if this was some sort of trick, but then he saw
that Sergeant Major was rubbing his hard dick through his uniform
pants. Sergeant Jordan's head was spinning as he felt his own dick swelling
inside his uniform pants. Sergeant Major couldn't help but notice the
tenting in Sergeant Jordan's pants.

"Makes your dick hard doesn't it Sergeant? Sure as hell makes my dick hard
as a rock!"

Sergeant Major then squeezed the thick bulge in his uniform pants and
smiled again at Sergeant Jordan.

"Yes, Sergeant Major" Sergeant Jordan replied almost robotically.

"You can relax son," Sergeant Major lowered his voice to a raspy whisper,
"we both are thinking the same thing..."

"I can't help it Sergeant Major. His dress blue trousers look airbrushed on
that ass." Sergeant Jordan shook his head.

"I'll have to schedule more Payday Activities and uniform inspections."
Sergeant Major, smiled. "We'll all have hard dicks that day!"

"Fuck yeah!" Sergeant Jordan exhaled, and added "I want to wreck Chief's
hole..."

Sergeant Major chuckled and broke again into a big smile, then licked his
lips. He adjusted his position in his desk chair and began to unbutton the
fly of his uniform pants and fumbled with the waistband of his shorts. His
long black dick had a pearl of pre-cum drooling from the piss slit, as
evidence of the effect the photos.

"Go ahead, Sergeant take you dick out. Don't be shy. Tell me how bad you
want to fuck Chief's ass. That's an order Sergeant!"

Sergeant Jordan dutifully complied, unashamed, as he was also proud of his
big dick. He unbuttoned his uniform pants and pulled his shorts down just
enough that his hard dick flopped out and stood straight up at attention
throbbing. Sergeant Major's eyes widened at the size of Sergeant Jordan's
hard dick. Sergeant Jordan got a slight thrill showing up the Sergeant
Major with his bigger dick and it began to leak pre-cum as well.

Sergeant Jordan looked intently at Sergeant Major and then began. "I wanna
bend him over his desk ... just hit that ass from behind!"

"Hearing him beg for my dick in that Southern accent of his ... Dayum!"
Sergeant Jordan volunteered as he stroked his hard dick. "Maybe shove my
fingers down his throat or hold him down by the neck as I plow his ass."

"Yeah go on ... " Sergeant Major intoned." Looks like that big dick of
yours would tear his ass up!"

Sergeant Jordan appreciated the compliment. The image of Sergeant Jordan's
big dick buried in Chief's ass was obviously one the Sergeant Major
enjoyed. Sergeant Jordan sensed it and began to relish sharing with the
Sergeant Major how he'd take charge of and dominate Chief's ass.

"Oh yeah! Balls deep Sergeant Major! But not doggy style like in the
pics. I want to see his face as he's taking my dick!" Sergeant Jordan
became lost in the thought of fucking Chief, and somehow sharing it with
Sergeant Major seemed to make it more real. The two NCOs were now stroking
in unison. "Make him tell me how good it feels."

"Tell me where you'd like to shoot your load Sergeant... " and Sergeant
Major began breathing heavily, now obviously close to coming.

"I'm thinking Chief's a dirty motherfucker!  So breed his ass!" Sergeant
Jordan enthused. "Or all over his face!" Sergeant Jordan could see that
Sergeant Major's hand began to stroke faster at that image.

"Oh, fuck... FUCK ...FUCK YEAH! ... paint his face Sergeant!" Sergeant
Major closed his eyes and groaned deep in thought, imagining the young buck
sergeant shooting his load all over Chief's handsome face.

Sergeant Jordan thought it wasn't the first time that Sergeant Major had
imagined Chief's face covered with gobs of cum, and the thought made his
nuts churn. He now envisioned Chief down on his knees in front of the two
of them as they both busted a load all over Chief's face.

"Together Sergeant Major! Both our loads!" Sergeant Jordan was now
breathless, and he too closed his eyes as his dick convulsed and then
spewed gobs of cum.

Sergeant Major must have been imagining something similar as both began to
convulse and breath heavily before their throbbing dicks exploded with
cum. Sergeant Major wiped his wet dripping dick off with a rag then threw
it to Sergeant Jordan. "Clean yourself up and then get the fuck out of
here! And not a word to anyone and you might get a shot at that ass."

"Oh, hell yeah!" Sergeant Jordan exclaimed. "NCOs make it happen Sergeant
Major!"

"Training Chief"