Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 17:01:44 -0700 From: Mikhail Conrad Subject: Bred Big part 11a This is a story about sex between older teenagers, adult men and, male dogs. If that offends you then you know where the back button is. You must be 18+ to read this, if not go back now even if it doesn't offend you. Archive;'Bred Big #11a' {Mikhail Conrad} ( BB MB MM M~dog best anal) [11a!?] To all readers: I know, I know, it's been a long time coming. I'm sorry for the delay, but shit happens. If anybody out there doesn't understand that, then please invite me to come live with you in Neverland, Oz (Baum's not the prison), or whichever utopia it is in which you're residing. The kind encouragements, polite anxious inquiries, nice compliments, intelligent criticisms, gracious requests, and downright fun communicades you guys have sent me have been a bolster of faith in the human race to me. Thank ya'll very much! This is another long chapter, so I divided it into two parts. I was more nervous writing this one than any of the others, because the majority of you guys that have contacted me have said that Justin is your favorite character and I wanted to 'flesh him out' for you. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. Please be kind, this saga is the first piece of fiction I've written and shared. This chapter is dedicated to RB who gave me the idea for SGT Ken O'Malley and Bacchus. PART 11a - JUSTIN'S INTERLUDE "Hmm," Justin pondered with a deep bass hum, "To start you guys need to understand how strict my Grandpa was. He grew up in Southern Kansas and his family lost everything in the Great Depression and that was compounded by near starvation from the Dust Bowl. When he married my Grandma, she miscarried eight times and finally had my mother when she was almost forty. She never was the same after the birth. It did something to her and she was an invalid in a wheelchair until she died. My Grandpa had to practically raise my mother on his own and they were poor. I don't really remember my parents at all. They were driving to the store one night and a truck ran a red light and the wreck killed them both instantly. I was one and a half and at home with a baby-sitter. So I was taken in by my Grandpa. My father was an only child also and his parents died early; the year after he graduated college. Needless to say, my Grandpa didn't know anything about raising a boy except for having been one, but for the first time in his life money wasn't a problem. The settlement from my parent's life insurance and the accident insurance came to quite a bit. I still have a nice chunk left even after opening the Pet Place Salon and Kennel. My Grandpa fixed up the farm and hired three young men to help him run it. I had daily chores, school, church on Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday, and one hour of TV a day except on Sundays. We lived three miles from our nearest neighbor so I became a loner so to speak. Talkin' about it has given me an idea on where to start. I think I'll take it up on my sixteenth birthday. So here goes guys." Justin looked distant as he began to tell us his tale. ********************************** I got off the bus at the end of our gravel drive and ran the whole quarter mile to the freshly painted three bedroom white clapboard farmhouse that I called home. I was tall and lanky, six feet already, and man oh man could I run. The track and basketball coaches had tried to get me to join my school teams, but my Grandpa wanted me at the farm where he could keep a close eye on me. He didn't abide with kid's socializing, said it led to drugs and crime. So there I was pelting up the drive with my backpack flapping on my shoulders in time with my stride. The reason for my hurry was waiting on me in front of the house. Ben Mason stood by his pick-up truck with his keys in hand. He was one of my Grandpa's hired hands and I don't know how he did it, but he had talked my Grandpa into letting him take me to get my driver's license. He was laughing at me as I came up to him. "Justin," he said, "I told you I would pick you up at the road. The DPS office isn't going anywhere." "I forgot," I said breathlessly, "Are you ready?" "Yeah, let's go," he answered tossing me the keys, "You drive. Come on, before your Grandpa changes his mind." I snagged the keys, opened the door, shoved my bag behind the bench seat, sat in the driver's seat, buckled my seatbelt, shut the door, started the engine, and had to wait on Ben to casually walk around and get in on the passenger side. It was the most exciting day of my life. I felt like an adult. When Ben had put his seatbelt on, I put the truck in drive and took off as fast as I dared down the drive headed for town and a real grown-up license. "So," Ben said as I anxiously drove to my destination, "You gonna come out to the bunkhouse this evening? Seeing as it's your birthday, you won't have to go to church if you don't want to. I asked the old man and he said you could." "Sure Ben," I answered, "If it's okay with Jed and Will." Those were the two other hands on our wheat farm. They were both two years younger than Ben, who was thirty-one. They were basically my only friends and all three of them had introduced me to the pleasures of man sex a couple of years earlier when Jed had caught me jacking off in one of the empty silos. They had all told me how most people felt about men together and had gotten my word that I would never mention our activities to anyone else. The three of them went out chasing and seducing the single women of our area about once a month just to keep up appearances. We really were a vanilla group, just masturbating and sucking, they saved their fucking for pussy. I didn't even know anal sex was possible. It was a very sheltered life on our farm. "It was Will's idea," Ben stated, "Your Grandpa is leaving from church to go with some other farmer to some farm state board meeting in Topeka. He won't be back until Sunday night, so you can bunk with us for the rest of the week if you want. No sense in messing up your place and having to do all those cleaning chores if the old man isn't here." "Oh yeah," I said remembering a conversation with my Grandpa from last week, "He did tell me about it. I guess I forgot." "You seem to be forgetting a lot this week," the man said with a laugh, "You've got your mind on just one thing don't you? I hope you haven't let this license business mess up your school work." "I'm still making all A's and B's," I assured him, "I'd get my backside tanned good if I didn't." "I hate to hear you say that Justin," Ben responded, "You're well past the age where any kind of whipping the old man can dish out would do any good. It's just plain old meanness if you ask me. You gotta stand up to him sometime." "Yeah, I've heard that from all three of you," I replied, "But he's my only family. I mean you guys are great, but he's the one that's responsible for me. I owe him a lot." "That's him talking," He rebutted me, "You have to be responsible for yourself Justin, and as for you owing him, well he owes you too. You're a good kid buddy-boy and you're becoming a fine young man. I think you're gonna find this farm isn't for you. I've known a whole lot of farmers in my life and I can tell you, you're not one. You don't have the temperament or desire for it. There's a whole world outside the farm Justin and I'm sure there's a place in it for you to grow and thrive. Your Grandpa knows you're not a farmer. Why'dya think he's had those farm consortium fellas out to the place. He'll be selling it or at least leasing it out before you go off to college, mark my words." Our conversation was cut short then because we entered the town limits. In two turns I pulled into the local DPS office and parked in one of the special places for to be tested drivers that Ben directed me to. Two anxiety ridden hours later I walked out with my temporary license in hand. "Well done," Ben congratulated me with a slap on my back, "Now you can drive while I nap on the way back." Ben was out and snoring softly before we got out of town. The drive back seemed lots shorter than the drive out, and I realized I had been on pins and needles up until the time that the driving tester had told me I had passed. I really felt grown up. I didn't have to have an adult watching my every move when I got behind the wheel of a car any more. It was a kind of independence I had never known. Ben woke up when I turned onto the gravel drive and told me to go on past the barn down the continuing drive for another half mile to the bunkhouse. My Grandpa's truck was already gone from its usual place beside our house. I pulled his truck between the other two in front of the roughhewn bunkhouse and handed him his keys. Jed and Will were stretched out on rocking chairs on the railed porch that ran the full front of the house waiting on us. "Thanks Ben," I said to my older friend, "That was the best birthday present ever." "You think so?" he asked me, "I think you might be a little early with your thanks kiddo." I wondered what he meant by that, but was distracted by the other two men coming over to see if all went well. They both joined their congrats with Ben's and I headed for the front door. "Hold on a second Justin," Will halted me, "Come around the side of the house with us. I followed the three burly farm hands around the side of the bunkhouse. As I was about to turn the corner, Jed got behind me, reached up and covered my eyes with his hands. "We got a little birthday surprise for you," he said steering me past the corner of the building, "So close your eyes and no peeking." I did as I was told. "On the count of three open your eyes," Jed instructed me as he removed his hands. All three of them counted to three and I opened my eyes to see a candy apple red 1965 Ford Mustang white top convertible just ten feet in front of me. It was cherry and gleamed in the late winter sunset. Ben held out a set of keys to me and I just stood there too stunned to speak. "Take the keys Justin," Will said, "It's yours from all of us. Your Grandpa paid the license, registration, tag, and insurance for his part of the gift. He didn't want you to know that though." "What are you waiting for?" Ben asked jingling the keys at me, "You gonna take us for a ride or what?" I reached out slowly for the keys waiting for the moment when someone would shout April fools, or something to that effect. I was so slow that Ben grabbed my hand and put the keys in my palm. I looked at the set of four keys. They were on a black leather tag key ring with JW, my initials, embossed on one side. The other side had the Ford Mustang in chrome attached. It suddenly became a reality to me. "WHOA! This is so cool guys!" I cried out, "I don't know what to say." "Well that thank you from earlier would work," Ben said laughing, "We can always keep it if you still think getting your license is the best birthday gift ever." "Thank you! Thank you all!" I said taking turns giving all three men a big hug. After that we all went riding. I pulled into the local burger shop in town and suddenly had more friends than I thought possible. I felt like a prince in a story book. The whole time the three farm hands just smiled and enjoyed my delight with the spectacular gift. We got back to the bunkhouse around ten and we all went in to get ready for bed. I had school in the morning, but could actually sleep an hour later since I no longer had to catch the bus. We all shucked down to our underwear and sat on the sofas in the middle of the long beam vaulted open room. One end was a kitchen and dining area, then the den space where we sat, at the end past us were four sets of bunk beds, two on each wall. Past that was an oversized door leading into the common bathroom with its two toilet stalls, a pair of urinals, a row of four sinks and a square shower space that had a pole shower with six heads on it. Grandpa had planned the place for eight, but had never grown the farm big enough to need that many hands. Jed got up and came around behind me and started to rub my shoulders. Ben and Will moved over next to me and started on a thigh apiece. We were all three boned up in our jockey shorts in a flash. I made a move for Ben's fat curved six incher and the guys pushed me back down. "It's your birthday Justin," Jed said behind me, "We're gonna do you until your dick won't get up anymore and put you to bed exhausted. Just stay right there and let us gift you right." I didn't need any further details. I lifted my butt up so Will could slide my underwear off and spread my legs so the three hard bodied farm workers could do their magic on me. They took their time and traded out massaging, jacking, and sucking me until I had shot off three times; a mouthful for each one of them. The three working men then stood in front of me and stroked their hard rods at me and coated my chest with thick ropes of cum one right after the other like some sort of jerk off domino effect. They all descended on me to lick the gobs of man cream from my body and then led me to bed. I fell asleep instantly and woke to the smell of bacon and coffee. "Two eggs or three?" Will asked me from the kitchen area as I yawned and stretched myself fully awake. "I'll take three, but do I have time for a shower first?" I asked, "I need it after last night." "Sure, go ahead," He answered, "Jed just went in to take his. If you two get into something, Ben and I will eat your breakfasts though. He went to get the paper." "I'll hurry," I promised heading for the bathroom. I went through the door and steam swirled around me from the hot spray splattering off of Jed. He gave me a smile and turned on the nozzle next to his so I could shower with him. I entered the spray and let it jet on my shoulders and neck easing my morning stiffness. Jed turned me around until I was facing away from him and soaped my back and buttocks from a bottle of liquid shower soap. When he was through scrubbing me, I turned around and returned the favor. Then we simultaneously washed each other's fronts, finishing with raised feet. We were both sporting hard-ons at that point, but ignored them in favor of washing our own hair and faces, ending our shower so we could go eat. We grabbed towels off the shelf and dried each other off causing our cocks to remain rigid, and wrapped our damp towels around our waists and headed out the door to get breakfast. All in all, we had taken less than 5 minutes to bathe. "More hungry than horny I see," Ben said looking over the edge his newspaper at our tented towels, "You're both just in time." Will brought a platter of fried eggs, bacon, and toast to the table. The coffee pot and orange juice pitcher were passed around and we dug in. Ben perused his newspaper while he ate. Will, Jed and I just chowed down. "I see that they are starting a junior ROTC program at your school Justin," Ben commented, "You know anything about it?" "It's got something to do with the military doesn't it?" I asked. "It's a training program for officers, or at least young men that might want to be military officers," Ben explained, "You might want to check it out. You're always reading all those war novels and military books." "I might do that," I responded, "But Grandpa probably won't allow me to do it." "I think he just might go for that one," Jed joined in, "He has a lot of respect for the US military. His father was an officer in World War 1." "I didn't know that," I stated, "I don't ever recall Grandpa speaking about his father." "Doesn't surprise me," Ben said, "He didn't have an easy life. As hard of a man as your grandfather is Justin, you have to admire the way he never talks about anything sad or bad, that includes people and happenings." "I do get curious sometimes," I replied. "Curiosity killed the cat!" All three of them said at once parodying my Grandpa. We all had a laugh at the simultaneity of the response and then I had to get ready for school. Will had gotten everything I needed and I left almost forgetting to thank my pals one more time for the car. They shooed me out the door and I took off in my Mustang headed to school early to show off my birthday present. It didn't take long for a group to gather around my new ride. Everyone took turns complimenting me on it and several girls flirted directly with me. I felt a little uncomfortable with it and turned my attention to the guys that were discussing the various engines and transmissions in old mustangs. They all agreed I had a cool ride. As I walked up the steps and entered the high school building, I saw a table set up in the middle of the entry lobby for the junior ROTC program Ben had mentioned. I approached the table and a man in uniform stood up from a seat behind it. He was even taller than I was and that in itself was uncommon. He had his red hair in a tight buzz cut and his uniform shirt did nothing to hide the bulge of his hard muscular torso and arms. He smiled at me and extended his hand to shake. "Sergeant Ken O'Malley," he said introducing himself, "Are you interested in the military?" "I'm Justin Woodley," I replied, "I'm just checking it out. A friend of mine told me about it." "Here," he responded grabbing a couple of flyers on the table, "Take these and read them. They have all the pertinent information. If you have any questions, I'm in room G-104. The class is for a full course credit, not half credits like most phys ed classes. Enrollment is limited to twenty, so don't put it off." "Yes sir," I answered, "I understand." "I like that yes sir," Sergeant O'Malley told me, "You'd probably do okay in my course Mr. Woodley if your attitude matches your manners." "Thank you sir," I replied, "I'll read these and get back to you by tomorrow." "See that you do," he said, "We can use young men like you. Now get to class. ROTC students are required to maintain a B average." I turned to go. Something about the Sergeant demanded obedience. I looked back as I walked away and saw him watching me closely. He had the kind of intense look that let you know he was confidant and capable. I got to class enough ahead of time to read the first brochure. It seemed interesting to me and I got involved in rereading it, but before I could finish the bell rang and class started. I had to wait until lunch period to get to read it again along with the other one that listed the benefits of ROTC training for a military inductee. I decided I wanted to take the class. A piece of paper included in the second pamphlet was for enrollment in the course. It stated that new enrollees would be given a full physical education credit instead of the usual half credit even though we were entering the class in the middle of the semester. That decided me. I still needed two phys-ed credits to graduate in two years and I could get them much faster in the program as opposed to four PE classes. All I had to do was convince Grandpa, since a parental signature was required on the form. In my PE class right after lunch, the guys were all talking about the new class. Several of them seemed intent on applying, so I knew I had to get my own app in as soon as possible. I wondered if juniors and seniors got preference over sophomores. Nothing in the brochure said anything about it. It seemed like freshmen to seniors were all welcome to apply. As I stripped down and put on my jock and socks, I saw Sgt. O'Malley come into the locker room with Coach Weldon, our PE teacher. "Can I have your attention boys?" O'Malley asked loudly. We all looked up at him as we continued to change for class. He pulled a whistle out and let out a loud shrill blast from it. Quiet descended on the room as we all looked at the military uniformed man. "Attention means stand up and face me and give me your undivided attention," He said sternly. We all complied in various states of dress. Coach Weldon nodded his approval to O'Malley and the Sergeant addressed us as we stood facing him and he walked down the line of lockers checking us all out. "As most of you have heard," he said, "There is a new program at this school. I am the instructor for your new Jr. ROTC class. I expect that many of you will apply. This is not a regular PE class. Many other things will be expected from you. Discipline is a must. Scholarship is a must. Manners and good behavior are both required. Obedience to commands will be taught. You will learn to develop your minds and bodies. Anyone that is not willing to accept all of this need not apply. Do not take my class as a casual option for regular phys-ed. This course is designed to prepare young men for possible entrance into the United States Military. Do I make myself clear?" There was a smattering of yeses and a few yes sirs from the guys. O'Malley came to a stop in front of me. "That sounded like the weakest pathetic response I've ever heard," he said looking at me in my jockstrap, "Now, do you understand me?" "Yes sir," we all said loudly in response. "That's better, not good, but better. I'll teach you how to respond correctly," He said to all of us, "Now you may finish dressing out for class. Thank you Coach Weldon." With that the 6'4" redheaded Sergeant turned on one heel and left. As soon as he was out the door the talking started, it seemed like several guys had decided not to take the ROTC class after meeting Sgt. O'Malley. He didn't seem that bad to me. My Grandpa demanded pretty much the same things and I wasn't put off by his domineering tone. I even liked it. I was even a little turned on by it and dressed quickly fighting not to get an erection in front of my classmates. The rest of the day went by fast and I still hadn't decided how to broach the subject with my Grandpa. I had to call him tonight and get him to call the school if I wanted to get into the class. I had completely forgotten that he was out of town on farm business. When I got to the bunkhouse the guys were all still out getting the silos in shape after the winter snows and I did my homework for the next day. I then straightened up the bunkhouse and put away the washed dishes. I stripped down to my underwear and stretched out on the couch to watch some TV. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is a feeling of tingly pleasure in my crotch. I opened my eyes to see Jed's head bobbing up and down on my hard cock jutting out from the fly in my briefs. He looked up at me and I saw that he was jerking his own hard cock as he sucked on mine. His hand stroked his dick slowly up and down in time with the blow job. His pants and underwear were around his knees as he knelt by the sofa sucking me off. Just the sight of it set me off and I blew five big wads of my spew in his mouth. Jed stood up and began to jerk his stiff dick faster. I leaned over and swallowed his whole cock to the base. I felt the head of his hard-on swell up in my throat as he unloaded his man sperm into my gullet. I rolled my eyes up to see him with his head thrown back caught up in the intensity of his orgasm. As he slid his spent cock from my mouth he left a string trail of jizz across my tongue I swirled it around in my mouth to enjoy the flavor of his thick man cream. "Thanks, Jed," I said as I swallowed the last remains of the stud man's seed. "Back atcha buddy," the hunky farmhand said with a smile as he pulled up his briefs and jeans, "We don't get to do that near as often as I'd like." "You guys are always horny," I replied with a grin of my own, "If we went at it any more than we get to, I'd be as worn out as the old Farmall tractor." "Get on with yourself," he responded with a smack on my butt as I slid my spent swollen dick back in my fly, "You're 16. If one of us wasn't helping you out, you'd just be stroking that teenage jizz out by hand." "Well, I can't deny that seeing as how you're the one that caught me in the silo," I said honestly, "And I sure as heck don't want you to think I'm complaining. I don't know what I'd do if it weren't for you three guys." Just then the door opened and Ben and Will came into the bunkhouse. Both men were covered with wheat dust and stalk debris from cleaning the silos. They said their hellos and headed for the showers leaving Jed and I to start dinner. "Get those pork steaks out of the frig Justin. I'll open a couple of cans of beans and put four potatoes in the microwave. There are brownies in the keeper for dessert." "Sounds good to me Jed," I answered getting the steaks out, "I got a small problem that I need to handle tonight." "What's wrong?" the man asked me as he set about cooking dinner. "Nothing's wrong," I told him, "It's just that I have to have a paper signed by Grandpa so I can take that ROTC course Ben was talking about this morning and he's not here so I need to get him to call the school in the morning." "Ask Ben to call him," Jed stated as he took the pork from me, "He's got a way with your Grandpa that gets him agreeable and he'll be happy to do it. Just ask him when he gets out of the shower. There'll be plenty of time before dinner's ready." I sat down to watch the `World at War' episode on the History channel waiting for Ben to finish his shower. In a few minutes the two hands came out of the bathroom naked with their damp towels over their shoulders. Both men had slightly swollen cocks that showed they had been up to more than just bathing, which made me wish I had joined them instead of watching TV. Will started in setting the table and Ben sat down in the chair next to the couch. I explained to him my situation and he got the phone and went out on the porch to call my Grandpa saying he'd be right back and not to worry. I worried anyway, but in less than five minutes he was back. "Okay Justin," Ben said to me as he came back in scratching his low hanging balls with his free hand, "He agreed to let you take the class so long as it's taught by a military professional." "It is," I answered and added in rush of excitement, "He's Sgt. O'Malley. He's taller than me with red hair and a uniform and he's taking only twenty students so I have to get my application in fast and the course is for a full credit so I only need two semesters for my requirements instead of four..." "Whoa there big guy," Ben interrupted me with a laugh, "You must really want this class to be so excited about it. Or is there something about this tall redheaded Sergeant that I don't know about?" I must have blushed bright red, because all three of my pals burst out laughing. Ben's remark had made me think of how Sgt. O'Malley's commanding manner had got me boning up, that along with the sudden realization that I was attracted to the man in some way. I was suddenly confused as much as I was embarrassed. "Don't sweat it Justin," Will said still grinning, "You won't be the first guy that's takin' a liking to a man in uniform. I remember the first time I saw Cole Bates in his when he came back home on leave after basic training. I'd of swung on his pole anytime if he'd shown any interest." "Yeah Will," Jed interjected elbowing his friend, "You'd suck off a scarecrow if we put army duds on it." The three men began to rib each other about their various fetishes. The easy going joking made my embarrassment evaporate as quickly as it came. "So if I get a uniform do I get it anytime too, Will?" I asked joining in on the fun. Ben and Jed broke out laughing as Will looked at me appraisingly. Amidst more jests and talk we sat down to dinner. After eating, we did dishes and straightened up. I didn't have any homework, but did fill out the ROTC form minus parental signature and then we all sat down to watch the next episode on the history channel and then bedded down. It was a great day and it seemed I was going to get to be in something that was as close to the military as a guy my age could get. I fell asleep dreaming about being a super soldier and hero. The next morning in homeroom an office aide came and got me. I went to the admin offices and the Principal was waiting on me. He gave me a note to add to my application and sent me to room G-104. Grandpa had done what he said he would do and that came as no surprise. I hadn't even had a thought that he would do anything else. When I got to the room, I was surprised by the starkness of the room. There were no posters or décor of any sort. The walls were bare. The desks were aligned in five rows of four and as evenly spaced as if measured. The teacher's desk was in the exact middle of the front wall in front of the chalkboard. As I took all this in, the commanding presence of Staff Sergeant O'Malley overrode everything else as he stood from his precisely ordered desk. "Can I help you Mr. Woodley," He asked me in his deep voice. "Yes sir, SGT O'Malley," I answered, "I have my application ready for you." "Well step forward and hand it to me young man," he ordered, "And Mr. Woodley, in JROTC, it is customary to knock and wait for an answer before entering a closed door whether anyone appears to be present or not." "Yes sir, I'll remember that from now on," I said trying to put on my best behavior as I took five steps forward and handed the towering man my papers. The Sgt. took the application as well as the note from the Principal and looked them over carefully. He then set them down and looked me over just as thoroughly. I stood with my hands at my side looking forward as the tall muscular man walked around me taking me in head to toe. For some reason I broke out in a warm sweat and my jeans tightened in the crotch as my dick chose that moment to start to engorge. "Okay Mr. Woodley," he said as came back around in front of me meeting me directly eye to eye, "I've seen your scholastic record and I'm accepting you into the program. I take it that you've read the brochures I gave you and you understand the curriculum?" "Yes sir," I answered. "When I address you with a question, Mr. Woodley, the proper response to your JROTC instructor is `Sir, yes Sir' or `Sir, no Sir' as the case may be. Do you understand me?" "Sir, yes Sir!" I responded with a smile, congratulating myself in my head for catching on so fast. "Is there something amusing in that Mr. Woodley?" Sgt. O'Malley asked sternly. "Sir, no Sir," I answered losing my smile and watching the Sergeant's face for some sign of approval or disapproval. For some reason this man's validation seemed important to me. "Elaborate on the reason for your grin just now Mr. Woodley," he ordered me causing my cock to crank up another notch. "Sir, I was pleased that I was able to respond the way you wanted me to without being told twice," I told him truthfully, and then added as an after-thought, "...Sir." "Very nice Mr. Woodley," he said with a slight smile of his own, "I too am pleased by your responses, honest, direct, and well spoken." "Sir, thank you Sir," I said really getting into the military protocol. "One sir will be adequate for responses that are not yes or no questions," He informed me, "I will refer to you as Mr. Woodley, Cadet Woodley, by your first or last names, or simply cadet as I choose. You will refer to me as Sgt. O'Malley or by Staff Sgt. O'Malley in formal circumstances in which I will instruct you. Is that understood?" "Sir, yes Sir," I replied appropriately. "Very good cadet. That's enough behavior instruction for today. You appear to have been raised well with manners and a good bearing. Welcome to Junior ROTC Mr. Woodley. I hope this class continues to instill those values in you. They will always come in handy for a man that wants to live a worthwhile life," Sgt. O'Malley stated and held his hand out to shake. "Thank you sir, I hope so too," I responded taking his hand to shake. His grip was firm and strong, but he didn't pull any macho bravado with a crushing squeeze. I held his hand in my own sure grip and with one shake we let go. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up in excitement from just that smallest contact as my junk became even fuller in my jeans. "As for active instruction," He went on not appearing to notice my bulging crotch as he sat down and pulled off a sheet from a small notepad on his desk, "Be in the main locker room for your uniform fitting at 6 am tomorrow morning. Take this note to your teacher and get back to class." Yes sir, Sgt. O'Malley," I said taking the pre-written note from his hand. I turned, walked away, and had just opened the door when he spoke again not looking up from filling in the administrative section of my application, "And Mr. Woodley, you might want to take matters in hand before tomorrow morning. I wouldn't want to see you discomfited in front of your fellow cadets." I left with a rush of blood to my face. He HAD noticed my boner. Oh gods, what in the name of everything had I been thinking to throw a rod with my new course instructor. But wait..., he hadn't been offended. He had even advised me to jack-off before tomorrow morning. He had no way of knowing that I had three stud farm hands at home to help with that. I went to my trigonometry class with fantasies of Sgt. O'Malley getting serviced by me and my three pals. I most definitely had my first teenage crush, and it was on an Army Sergeant. That night after dinner I shucked my briefs and stretched out face-up on my bunk. The three farmhands watched me curiously as I slowly started to stroke my balls and dick. Will came over first. "You want some help with that Justin?" he asked me. "Sure Will, that'd be real cool," I answered. Just that fast the twenty-nine year old stud stripped and knelt between my legs. His own cock shot up like a rocket to its full seven and a half before he even got his mouth on my throbbing hard-on. Instead of just outright sucking me off, Will started in teasing my hard rod with licks and tickling caresses with the tips of his fingers. It made my balls twist and churn. Jed and Ben got up and came over to my bunk shedding their cloths almost as fast as Will had. Both of them were rock hard and looking to join us. Jed got on the bed kneeling over my head and aimed his prick at my mouth while Ben stood by me turning to offer his meat to Jed for servicing. I grabbed the cock in my face and began licking it like an all-day sucker and at the same time Jed swallowed his buddy's shaft all the way to Ben's short and curlies. The sounds of licking and sucking added fuel to my fire and my balls started to tighten up in preparation for blasting a strong wad of my teenage sperm. The three guys saw me tense up and began racing for their own release; Will jerking his cock like a madman, Ben grabbing Jed's hair on the sides and dick-pummeling his face, and Jed shoving his hard shaft down my willing throat. Will slid his mouth down on my spit wet shaft and put a suction lock on all seven and a half inches of it like a shop vac. My orgasm jolted from my cockhead through my body and I blasted my thick spew into Will's throat. My ejaculation was enough to set off his own climax and I felt his first glob of jizz splatter against my drawn up nuts and then warm cock snot hit me in the left thigh three more times. As my dick oozed out its last pulses of cum for Will to swallow, Ben found his own release. "Take my load!" he said loudly driving his prong home in Jed's mouth, "Swallow it all! Suck that squirting cock!" I reached up and put a tight finger-thumb clamp on Jed's balls and pulled softly knowing it would bring my face fucker over the edge. Sure enough, the prick in my mouth expanded to an even harder state and with a sperm gurgling moan Jed shot his spooge all across my tonsils. I swallowed fast and furious, knowing that he usually delivered eight to ten thick shots of cum and I wanted to get it all. With OHs, OOs, AHs, moans, and groans of man cock ecstasy, we all four ended our sperm deliveries. As we recovered from our orgasms, our bodies relaxed and we all began to relish the moment. I swirled the thick gobs of Jed's jizz over my tongue and let it slowly slide down my throat. Will did the same with my wad, while Jed licked the overflow of Ben's cum from his lips. Ben knelt down and started lapping up Will's creamy ball juice from my balls and inner thigh before it could break down and trickle away. I thought I had gotten rid of all my sexual tension until I wondered what SGT O'Malley's cum would taste like. My half deflated cock immediately flopped up to my stomach and in five seconds I was fully hard again. All three of my pals looked at me with lascivious grins. "Looks like you got a serious case of the hornies," Jed said. "I remember when I could do that," Will added. "Okay," Ben directed, "I've got my mouth on his balls, you two get on either side of him and run your mouths up and down that over-charged sixteen year old pecker." It didn't take the three of them very long to make me blow again. As I relaxed from my second cumming, the guys tongued up the wads of jizz that I had shot all over my chest and stomach. I let out a sigh of contentment. "You still horny Justin?" Jed asked me. "No, I don't think so," I answered, "Thanks guys. I think I can sleep now." "Well if you wake up hot to trot, just let us know," Will said getting up to go to his own bunk, "You've got some mighty tasty ball juice buddy." "I'll do that Will," I said with a laugh, "Good night guys." "You too Justin," Ben said going over and turning off the lights, "Sleep well." I was out just a few minutes after the lights. I don't remember what I dreamed about, but I woke up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. I didn't want to wake any of the guys, so I just `took matters in hand' as Sgt. O'Malley instructed. With images of the red head in his uniform ordering me to jack harder, I blew another load and scooped it up to eat myself. Will was right, my cum was tasty. I fell back asleep pretty fast and slept soundly until Ben shook me awake with the moon still shining through the windows. I showered alone since the others had had theirs last night. I ate fast and was off to school as the sun began to dim the moon with the first light of day. I got to the parking lot at a quarter to six and made my way to the main locker room. The door was open and there were already ten guys there hanging out in three groups by their class ranks. I was the only sophomore and didn't really know any of the others well, so I just took a seat on the bench setting my backpack down on the floor by my feet. Just as I sat down, Marty Davis and Conner Rayburn, two of my fellow sophs, came through the door. They walked over to where I sat, but before we could say anything to each other, a group of seven upper classmen, all of them football and baseball jocks, came in with a lot of horseplay and cutting up. It cut through the quiet chit-chat from the other segregated groups and rang out in the locker room. The door to the coach's office swung open and the loud shrill blast of a whistle pierced the clamor from the new arrivals. There was instant silence as I stood and we all turned our heads to face the source of the interruption. "A cadet will always act orderly and with dignity," SGT O'Malley stated loudly holding the whistle that was on a black lanyard around his neck, "It states that very clearly word for word in the pamphlet you all told me you read! If this is what you think orderly is, then we have different definitions of the word, and cadets, my definition is the only one that counts! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" "Sir, yes Sir," I said loudly and immediately, looking directly at the Sergeant. The only problem was that the others failed to respond. My quick answer had taken them off guard and they all had turned their heads to look at me like I was some kind of alien that had appeared suddenly in their midst. The whistle sliced through the room again. "YOU WILL FACE ME AND GIVE ME YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION WHEN I AM ADDRESSING YOU!" O'Malley yelled and then continued loudly, "At least I have one cadet in the making, but the others didn't have the benefit of your instruction Mr. Woodley, since they all came to apply in groups before classes started and my door was open. So, Mr. Woodley, face me and tell your fellow cadets what I told you I expect from the members of my unit." I turned my body to fully face SGT O'Malley and looking directly at him I took a breath and desperately tried to recall everything he had told me the previous day. "A cadet should knock and wait for an answer before entering a room with a closed door," I began and then corrected myself, "Make that: A cadet will knock and wait for an answer before entering a room with a closed door whether anyone is apparently there or not." SGT O'Malley stood calmly, watching me intently with whistle in hand. He was wearing army green gym shorts and tee-shirt, white crew socks, a green and brown camo ball cap, and white running shoes. His muscles had muscles and the skimpy shorts and thin cotton shirt showed every contour of his body, even his prominent crotch bulge that was evidently constrained by a jockstrap since the lines of his butt straps stood out on the seat of his shorts from the stretch of his awesome glutes and thighs. Red hairs dusted his arms, legs, and thighs, with a wisp of chest hair protruding from the neck of his tee. My dick swelled up to about one fourth its full potential from the sight. I was ever so glad I had pumped out three loads the previous night. I took in all of this in an instant, swallowed, and continued. "When answering a yes or no question from the Sergeant, a cadet will respond with a Sir, yes Sir, or a Sir, no Sir, whichever the question requires. When answering other questions, a cadet will use only one Sir in response," I took another breath and went on, "The Sergeant will address us as Mr. whatever your last name is, Cadet whatever your last name is, cadet, or by our simple first or last names as the Sergeant chooses. We..., I mean cadets, will address the Sergeant as SGT O'Malley or as Staff SGT O'Malley in formal situations to be taught to the cadets. I think that's all SGT O'Malley, Sir." "Adequate Mr. Woodley, thank you," he said to me and then went on to all of us, "The reason it was only adequate is because of two reasons. One is it was paraphrased. When you are through with my course you will be able to quote what anyone says to you word for word. It is a skill that each of you has the ability to learn. Any person with good scholastic aptitude has this potential, and each and every one of you was chosen for scholastic aptitude as well as other criteria. The second reason is that Mr. Woodley said, `I think,' not sure if he remembered all of my instruction. When you finish this course, cadets, you will KNOW! There will be no uncertainty. You will be absolutely sure of what you know and you will know it exactly. Do you understand?" This time the room resounded with an almost together, "Sir, yes Sir!" "Okay cadets, take a seat on the benches," SGT O'Malley instructed us, "Put your belongings on the floor behind you for now. In a while, you'll be assigned a locker for JROTC where you will store your gear in the future when we have physical training. Sit still and listen up. Corporal Hodges and Corporal Chalmers will be in to measure you for physical training gear and JROTC uniforms. What you are going to do first is strip. I mean bare-assed. Every piece of clothing you need will be supplied to you. Today you will get your PT gear along with instructions on care and cleaning as well as a diagram on where and how each item is stored in your locker. Memorize it. There will be a test on Monday. Your JROTC cadet uniforms will be ready for you to pick up in class on Tuesday along with instructions for them. This is the last time I will tell you to memorize instructions. Any and all written instructions you are given are to be memorized. Do you understand?" "Sir, yes Sir," we all answered, this time in unison. "Good," the Sergeant said, "Now cadets, stand up and strip. Fold your clothes and set them on the bench behind you. When you are finished undressing come forward and get in line in front of me." We all stood up and began shedding our clothes. The younger guys were a little hesitant, but the smallest one of the four set right in so the other three followed his lead. I recognized him as one of the Brenton kids. Their family had seven boys and one girl that had taken off for college two years ago. He was most definitely no stranger to being naked with other guys. I was the second one to finish and got in line behind Jim Lansing, a senior and co-captain of the football team. He was heavier than me, but I stood an inch taller. I was pleased to see that his physique wasn't any better than mine. Hard farm work paid off in the buff body department. As the other guys lined up behind us, Sergeant O'Malley opened the office door and signaled to two men dressed just as he was. They were both shorter than me, but had bodies harder and better toned. One was blond and the other was brunette. Neither of them sported the body hair of SGT O'Malley, but both had the same no-nonsense military attitude. The blonde had a brown cardboard box about 3' x 3' and two feet deep with a clipboard on top that he carried out and set down by the Sergeant. The darker haired one carried a box about half that size that he continued to hold onto as they came to stand on either side of O'Malley. The blond took a measuring tape from around his neck. SGT O'Malley picked up the clipboard. "Cadets, this is CPL Hodges," O'Malley said indicating the blonde, "And this is CPL Chalmers. They will take your measurements. If they ask you any questions, address them by rank and name. Continue Corporal." "Yes Sir, Sergeant O'Malley," Hodges replied. The CPL put the measuring tape around Jim's waist and drew it together. "Thirty-four sir," Hodges told the Sergeant. While SGT O'Malley wrote down the measurement, CPL Hodges opened the large box and handed Jim a small box out of it. CPL Chalmers put his shoe beside Jim's foot and aligned his heel with the senior's. "Eleven and one half sir," Chalmers stated. O'Malley wrote that down and the dark haired CPL handed Jim a pair of plain white crew socks from the smaller box. "Cadets, go back to your places at the bench and put on your gear as you receive it," SGT O'Malley told us looking up from his clipboard, "Put your empty boxes and stick-on labels in the trash bin by the restroom door. Then you may sit, but no talking and don't wander. Toilet breaks are allowed, but make them quick. Do you understand?" "Sir, yes Sir," we all responded. Jim moved back to his place at the bench and Hodges motioned me forward. He took my waist measurement, which was thirty-one and one half inches and handed me a box. It was a medium size jockstrap. Chalmers put his shoe next to mine and using some skill he had developed judging foot size, announced me to be a size ten. He was dead on. I was handed a pair of crew socks and I turned and went back to my place to put on my new jock and socks. As measurements were reeled off in the background, the rest of us put on our new gear. In less time than you would think, all twenty of us were sitting on the benches in just jockstraps and socks. The two corporals took the boxes back into the office and came back out with two more. The three army men all went back in the office and returned with another two boxes and SGT O'Malley wheeled in a scale with one of those height measuring bars attached. "Cadets," the Sergeant announced, "In the future when I call for a weigh-in, it means to report in supporters and socks only. Now as I call your name, step up on the scale. After we get your weight and height, step off the scale to the right to CPL Hodges for your final measurements. Then go back to your seats." SGT O'Malley called off the first name. It wasn't Jim Lansing, but one of the freshmen. After the third name it was apparent that we were being called by our age, youngest to oldest, that put me sixth. When I was called, I stood on the scale and had my height and weight taken. I was six-one and one hundred seventy pounds. I had grown another inch since my last measurement. I stepped off the scale and stood in front of Hodges who barely glanced at me as he ordered me to raise my arms to the side. He took his tape and got measurements of my neck, the back of my neck to my finger tip, my wrist, across my shoulders, chest, armpit to wrist, and my hips. He then ordered me to stand with my feet slightly apart. The blond Corporal then knelt and put the end of his tape right up under my jock pouch and took my inseam length. As I felt his hand against my nut sack, my dick made a couple of twitches and bulged out slightly. I pretended not to notice. CPL Hodges then took the measurement from my hip to my ankle. "Very good Woodley," he said to me as he finished, "I see you're still growing. That's all for now, you can go." I saw the Corporal's eyes dart to my jock bulge and I swear he had very subtle smile on his face. I went back to my place and started paying more attention to CPL Hodges. He had one of those vague smiles for just two more guys, both seniors, and I saw that the two of them had ample packing in their jock pouches. In the two hours we had before school started, we got issued a locker number with combination, two more jockstraps, two more pair of socks, three sets of army green gym shorts and tee-shirts, a pair of white athletic shoes, and a sheet of instructions with a diagram on how gear should be stored in our locker. We were all dressed just like the men now minus the camo ball caps. O'Malley had us line up in the order we had been called and Corporal Chalmers led us on a slow jog down the hall, and out the side door to the exercise courtyard about a hundred feet. He then took a tight turn and trotted us back into the locker room the way we had come. He then set us to stand in front of our personal lockers. "Does anyone have a problem with their gear?" O'Malley asked us. One of the freshmen raised his hand. "What is it, Cadet Barret?" the Sergeant asked. "Sir," the smallest guy among us answered, "My shorts are a little loose." "Don't worry about it just now Mr. Barret," O'Malley answered, "We'll put some muscle on you and you'll be fitting them just fine faster than you'd believe. You're a tad under-weight and that will be remedied. Anyone else?" There was silence. "Okay then," the red-headed Sergeant announced, "Change back into your regular clothes, stow your gear properly, and get to class. I'll see you all last period in my class. Some of your classes have been rearranged to accommodate that. You'll receive your new schedules in your homeroom. Have a good day cadets." With that, the Sergeant turned and went into the office followed by CPL Chalmers. CPL Hodges took the seat by the office door and watched us all as we changed back into our regular duds and set up our lockers. When I started to leave, he motioned me and the two other guys I thought he had smiled at to him. "Cadets," the corporal said to the three of us, "Chalmers and I have been given an assignment to build an obstacle course for your training. SGT O'Malley has given us orders to hire three hands to help us accomplish this task in the next month. It will be for three hours after school and eight hours on Saturday's starting tomorrow. The pay is minimum wage plus one dollar an hour. Let me know if you're in after your ROTC class this afternoon." "Yes Sir, Corporal Hodges," we all three said together as the Corporal made a hand shooing gesture at us with a real smile this time. We left the locker room talking quietly together about the proposition. We all three decided that it would be really cool to build an obstacle course and unanimously agreed to take the job offer. All I needed to do was get permission from my Grandpa and I thought Ben could wrangle that for me. ROTC class was pretty pedestrian that afternoon. We were all assigned seats, issued a text book, and given a handout with a calendar of the course schedule. PT was to be on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from now on and regular class on the other two days. Tuesdays and Thursdays were also uniform dress days. SGT O'Malley then gave us a lecture on the history of college ROTC and the subsequent Junior ROTC high school program. He ended the class with a lecture on his expectations that we be the icons of behavior and dignity at our school. And with his last word, the bell rang. As we stood to leave, we were interrupted by the sound of the Sergeant's loud whistle. "Cadets!" SGT O'Malley got our full attention, "You will remain seated until dismissed in my class. Do you understand?" "Sir, yes Sir!" we answered in unison, sitting back down at our desks. "Cadets dismissed!" O'Malley said firmly once we were all still in our places. As we all stood to leave, I looked around for CPL Hodges. Brett Stanton and Mitch Coffield, the two seniors to whom Hodges had also offered the job were also looking around. "You'll find the Corporals in the hall cadets." SGT O'Malley said not even looking up from what he was reading at his desk. We were the last three out the door and found CPLs Hodges and Chalmers standing at ease on either side of the door as we exited. "Okay guys," Hodges said to us, "Do you all have some time to fill out employment papers and get a run down on what we'll be doing?" Brett and I both agreed that would be good with us, but Mitch said he had to catch a ride with his neighbor or the bus, so he needed to leave pretty soon. I guess I was starting to feel `Cadet Camaraderie' and I looked at Mitch who was just an inch or so shorter than me. "Your place is just a couple of miles past mine Mitch," I said to him, "I'd be glad to give you a ride." "That's a taker Woodley," he said to me with a smile and a sparkle in his light grey eyes, "You're an alright guy, and getting to ride in that Stang of yours is a step up from Lansing's pick-up any day. I just need to go tell him I got another ride today." "Hustle it up and meet us in the coach's office Coffield," Hodges said, "Come on Woodley and Stanton, let's get you started." The two Corporals headed for the stairs down to the locker rooms and Brett and I fell into step behind them. The army men walked with an air of purpose and confidence that I admired and tried to emulate. I noticed that Brett was doing the same thing. He turned his head and smiled up at me. "Hey Justin?" he queried me; "Do you think I could get a ride in your car sometime too?" "Sure Brett," I answered, "But you've got a car." "Yeah," he said to me with a laugh, "A twenty year old beat up Jeep Wrangler. There's no comparison. Your ride makes people look. Everyone knows Will Kane is the best mechanic in a hundred miles, so it probably runs better than factory new." "What kinda car you got Woodley?" Chalmers asked me speaking for the first time that afternoon as he pulled out a set of keys to open the athletic office door. "It's a '65 Mustang," I answered briefly, not wanting to sound like I was boasting to these two military studs and hunky Brett Stanton who I didn't think had even known my first name. "And the three farm hands at his place gave it to him fully restored for his birthday just day before yesterday," Brett added, reminding me that word of mouth was faster than lightning in our part of the world. "That's sweet Woodley," Chalmers said motioning us into the office, "SGT O'Malley has a cobalt blue '65 Mustang convertible." It took me by surprise that the Sergeant owned the same make and model car that I did. Before I could reply, I was once again taken back, this time by a huge animal head rising up from the other side of one of the desks in the office. Brett and I both stared as the creature stood up and came to a standing position with his chest level with the desk top. He, and it most definitely was a he, had a bold pattern of black markings and white background sharply delineated across his whole body. There were big spots and small spots scattered randomly all over. His head was white with two black ears and both eyes were encircled with black. The huge dog just stood there and looked back at us, calmly and regally, no wagging tail, no aggressive behavior, he just studied us. "Don't worry fellas," Hodges said with a chuckle, "That's Bacchus. He's the Sergeant's Great Dane. If you want to get in good with the Sarge, then make friends with Bacchus. He treats him better than he does most people. Chalmers and I are taking him with us to mark off the obstacle course. Come here Bacchus and meet Stanton and Woodley." The giant canine walked casually around to us and thrust his head forward to sniff Brett and mine's extended hands. We both started to pet him and his tail finally began to wag. CPL Chalmers sorted through some papers on what was obviously SGT O'Malley's desk while CPL Hodges went to and opened one of the lockers in the row on the far wall. "When it's just us working together," Hodges told us as he took off his dress shoes and undid his belt, "You guys can just call us Hodges and Chalmers, or Mike, that's me, or Rob, that's him. Hell, we're only three years older than you Stanton. Just make sure you use titles when the Sarge is around." "Yeah," Chalmers added, "The Sergeant is gonna be a stickler for protocol while he gets this experimental JROTC program going. This job is usually reserved for retired Coms, that's commissioned officer, but a retired four star asked for him and here we are." "You complaining?" Hodges asked his buddy while he continued to undress and hang his uniform in the locker, "I guess you miss drills and base chow." "Fuck you Hodges," Chalmers said with a snort finding the papers he was looking for, "You know I'm just letting our new pals in on what's what." The dark haired Corporal opened the desk drawer and retrieved three pens. As he was placing the papers and pens on the desk in three sets, there was a knock on the door. Hodges walked over to it bare assed and lifted a slat on the blinds covering the upper half window to see who it was. "Come on in Coffield," He said opening the door, "We were just telling your fellow cadets that this job is gonna be socially casual between the five of us when SGT O'Malley isn't around. They can spill the rest to you later." Mitch stepped into the room and you couldn't help but noticed him checking out the naked blonde army stud that held the door open for him. Truth be told, Brett and I were both taking notice of the Corporal's buff bod too. Chalmers eyes went around the room observing all of us and let out a laugh. "You wouldn't have even noticed him two years ago when he got to boot guys," he said with a smile, "He didn't have a much better build than Barret. Now he loves showing off his hard core commando body. That's one of the better perks to being army. Go ahead and look. He doesn't mind. Your JROTC program will have you all three lookin' close to that in no time. And you'll all get real easy with nudity. SGT O'Malley will see to that. Hey Mike, you remember Dickson in our training squad?" "Hell yes!" Hodges answered swaggering back to the locker, "You don't forget something like that." "Here ya go guys," Chalmers said to us, "Just fill out the employment form, withholding and all that. We really do work for the US government, no pay under the table shit here, all nice and proper. You'll get a paycheck every Friday from Uncle Sam starting next Friday. And Coffield, meet Bacchus, give him a good petting so he knows you. He'll be around a lot. The Sarge takes him everywhere. He was a Christmas present to SGT O'Malley from his commanding General." "Fuck Rob," Hodges said pulling on his jockstrap, "Get `em some chairs so they can write legibly you dick." "Sorry guys," CPL Chalmers said to us with a wink, "I really do have better manners. Grab any chair you want. I must have been distracted by Mike's tight hard ass." "More likely by this," CPL Hodges responded by grabbing his full jocked crotch and shaking it at Chalmers, "I brought this to boot, without any help from the Army." All three of us were coming to grips with the two Corporals actions. It was apparent the two men felt fully at ease with each other and were treating us as equals. The repartee was not much different from our teenage locker room standards, except that CPL Hodges groped his package until it was obvious that his cock was boning up. He then sat down in a folding chair by the lockers and pulled on a pair of crew socks with his jock bulge prominently displayed on the metal seat. Any time one of us would glance at it as we got our chairs and sat to fill out the forms he would grin openly at us. Chalmers went over to the locker next to Hodges and began quickly undressing, quietly talking to his army pal who spread his legs and leaned back in his chair giving us three cadets a clear and easy view of his manly form. "Uhm, Corporal Chalmers?" Brett started to question. "Hey pal," Chalmers interrupted him as he took off his dress pants, "Remember when it's just us, it's Chalmers or Rob. Let's be friends okay? The work will go a lot smoother that way. Now whatcha wanna know?" "I'm just wondering...Rob," Brett said cautiously, "Uh..., what happened?" "With what buddy?" the Corporal looked at him expectantly as he shucked his army issue boxers and stood as naked as Hodges had been just a few minutes ago. He was just as attractive as the blonde stud. His dark brown hair was repeated in a treasure trail line from the middle of his sparsely haired chest all the way down past his navel to a neatly trimmed patch of pubes framing a fat thick cock backed up by two plum sized nuts drawn up tightly behind it. The size of the military hunk's nuts made his wide circumcised dick stick out provocatively from his crotch. Brett ogled it and quickly looked up to see if Chalmers had caught him looking at his piece. He had. Hodges had too and he looked at the blushing senior with a grin. "It's cool Stanton," the blonde Corporal said sitting up and taking Chalmers by the hips and turning him to give us a profile view, "The lucky fucker is a grower and a shower. He packs a pair of pants like a real stud and always gets looks. Come on guys, check him out. We're both proud of our bodies. We both went through exhausting physical work and exercise to earn them. Don't ever worry or be embarrassed to look at either one of us bare or dressed. We'll be seeing a whole lot of each other both ways. You didn't see either one of us being shy or uneasy when we were up close and personal with your bare assed bodies." Chalmers turned back to us and took four steps to stand in front of Brett. The good looking senior looked up at him wide eyed with a trace of apprehension. I noticed Mitch take advantage of all the attention being on the two of them to unobtrusively reach into his crotch and adjust himself. He was definitely packing some major wood. "Look down at my dick Brett," Chalmers said to the senior calmly, "It's okay pal. It's a nice one. Yours isn't bad either. See I said it, I checked your package out when I was measuring you. No harm buddy, no foul. It's just a penis. My big balls just make it jut out really cool." Brett made a swallowing motion and looked at the Corporal's crotch. He made himself check it out completely, even cocking his head to the side to get a better look at how Chalmers' tight round nutsack caused his member to stick out glaringly. He nodded his head approvingly and looked back up to the dark haired Corporal's eyes. "It is a nice one Rob," he said, "Real nice, I just wish..." "Wish what man?" Chalmers asked cutting his eyes quickly to Hodges who was watching the interaction calmly. "I wish I was as proud of my dick as you are of yours," the senior blurted out in a rush. "No reason you shouldn't be," Chalmers said turning to walk back to his locker showing us a butt so muscle-hard you could bounce quarters off of it like a table top, "I've seen it. It's a beaut. Tell ya what, we'll work on your body self-image together if you want. Right Mike?" "For sure," Hodges responded, "What say we all do it together when we shower after work every day? You guys want to do that? We'll have you three walking around cock proud in no time. SGT O'Malley will really like the confidence you guys will have." The two Corporals looked at the three of us questioningly. We all nodded tentative yeses. "Come on guys," Chalmers said to us, "Speak up." "Yes," Brett and I both answered. Bacchus joined in with a bark probably responding to the word speak, that made all eyes go to Mitch who hadn't answered and looked a little pale with his mouth open. Hodges got up from his chair and went over to put his hand on Mitch's shoulder. "It's okay if you don't want to Coffield," he said with an open look, "We're just trying to be friendly and make you feel at ease. We don't want you to be uncomfortable or embarrassed." "I... know man...," Mitch said haltingly, "It's just that..." "Uh Mike?" I interjected for some reason trying to take the heat off my new friend Mitch. "What Justin?" the blue-eyed blonde turned to me. "I'm not sure I can keep from getting... you know..., like excited sometimes," I said turning red. "Hell Justin," He said to me with a laugh, "A cock that doesn't get hard isn't worth having now, is it? There are companies making a fortune off of poor men with that problem. Popping a boner isn't a problem buddy, but not getting one is. If it happens, just go with it and make sure we all know you're happy your dick works so well." "So Mitch," Hodges turned his attention back to Coffield, "What's your reservation man? No pressure pal, just asking so we don't make you feel uncomfortable." "I don't have any reservations Mike, I'm in," he said back to the corporal, glancing at me and even taking an obvious gander at the blonde's bulging jock pouch, "But we're probably gonna take some flack from the other guys when they see us being so casual about anybody's pecker swingin' around and you two advocating it." "So we keep the encouragement between the five of us and maybe SGT O'Malley. He'll approve I'm sure," Hodges explained, "Ignore the rest of the crap. When you don't respond, the others will eventually wise up and have a more mature attitude about their own bodies. Trust me buddy, Rob and I have both been through it. There isn't ANY body privacy in the army. You lose that real fast. Glad you're onboard." Hodges walked back to his chair and sat down lounging back again showing us his easy relaxed attitude while Chalmers put on his jock and sat down on the short bench to put his crew socks on. We were all finished with our employment papers and waited on the two Corporals to finish dressing out. To my surprise, they both stopped just in jocks and socks. "Don't look so surprised Woodley," Chalmers said to me, "SGT O'Malley makes us weigh in every day. You're lucky he lets you off with just three weigh-ins a week, but then again, you're cadets, not US Army soldiers. The Sergeant takes our physical health and condition seriously. As he says, `You never know when your country is going to have to call on you for its own safety and you have to be in top condition.' He'll be down to see us in a few and we'll have our daily workout, but until then let me tell you what we're going to be doing for the obstacle course." "Hold up on that a second Rob," Hodges interrupted, "We got a little sidetracked. I think Stanton was asking a question before your dick got in the way." "Oh right!" Chalmers said, "What were you asking Brett?" "It wasn't important," the senior said checking out the two Corporals physiques openly now, "I was just curious about that guy Dickson you were talking about." The two jocked army studs started laughing. "It's okay Brett," Hodges said as he quit his guffaws, "It's just so appropriate to the conversation we've been having that it is funny." "Yeah," Chalmers explained, "That guy Dickson was in our training squad. One day our supervising Corporal thought we were slacking off and to tell the truth the five of us were. We had just come back from our first weekend leave. It was cold that day and he had us dress in daily PT gear, pretty much like you saw us this morning, but with combat boots. He ran us through the grey gloomy cold and when we got to the training field, he made us strip down to nothing but socks and boots and do calisthenics. Dickson just happened to throw a major rod during the exercises, his prick was even leaking a little bit. The Corporal ignored it and continued to work our naked asses off until we could hardly move. He then had us pick up our gear and quick time it to the showers, all this time Dickson's hard-on just kept bouncing along. When we got in the showers and the Corporal left us to get ready for mess, we all began to rail on Dickson. To cut the story short, he ended up with the temporary nickname of Dick's on. I say temporary because it wasn't two whole days before the Sergeant heard about it. And yes, I mean SGT O'Malley. He called our squad to the gymnasium and had us all strip down in the locker room." "I want to tell the rest," Hodges jumped in and continued, "We got a long lecture on squad unity and then the Sarge told Dickson to step forward and stroke his cock. The guy looked like he was gonna die of embarrassment, but SGT O'Malley made him yank his crank until it was stiff as a board. He then made Dickson turn around and face us. The Sergeant ordered the other four of us on our knees and had us knee walk to a line in front of Dickson. He then made us one by one kiss the guy's cockhead and tell him what a great piece of meat the man had between his legs." Stanton, Coffield, and I were staring jaws agape at Hodges by this time. Corporal Chalmers was watching the three of us with a big grin on his face. Hodges continued his story. "The Sarge then had us all get back in ranks and asked us if anybody had anymore cute nicknames to apply to our fellow squad members. I don't think any of us ever said a more heartfelt `Sir, no Sir!' than that one that came from all of us instantly. He then dismissed us and we dressed and went back to routine without ever putting down one of our squadies again. That event knocked any cock shyness out of me for good guys, let me tell you. So that's the Dickson event as I call it." I don't know which feeling was stronger, my shock at the easy open relating of the tale, or my excitement that SGT O'Malley had made these two studs kiss a hard cock. I had a throbbing rod in my jeans to prove my excitement and an open mouth to show my shock. Mitch was adjusting his own crotch again and I saw Brett's bulge pulse with his own erection. Chalmers and Hodges both had noticeably bigger and heavier hanging jock pouches and all three of us just looked back and forth between them. "Pretty wild, hmm guys?" Chalmers said into the quiet, "Sergeant O'Malley always gets his point across. Now let me tell you what we're gonna do over the next three weeks building an obstacle course." Just like that the conversation changed. The Corporals told us what we were going to be building and gave us a run-down on the schedule SGT O'Malley had given them. In less than thirty minutes we were through and knew exactly what was expected of us. The two army studs shook our hands, said their goodbyes, and told us to meet them back here tomorrow morning at seven AM. "Can you believe that?" Brett asked me and Mitch as we headed for the student parking lot," Do you think they were bee-essing us?" "I don't think so," I answered, "It was too real." "Yeah, and the way they both were so confidant and upfront about their dicks and bodies," Mitch added, "It was just way cool." I suddenly realized I had left my copy of the W-2 form on the desk. "Damn guys!" I said, "I left my copy on the desk. Here Mitch take my keys and start up the car so Brett can check out the engine. I'll be back in a flash, just don't go anywhere." "I wouldn't do that Justin," he answered, "All upper classmen aren't jerks." "I didn't think you were man," I said to him as I dashed back down the stairs to get my form copy. As I entered the locker room I heard what seemed like a loud moan from the athletic office. I quietly stepped up to the door and saw that one of the slats on the blinds was off kilter. I bent down and peered through the small opening. The fluorescent lights in the office revealed a sight that will stay in my mind forever. Corporal Hodges was bent over face down on SGT O'Malley's desk. His face was turned toward me, but I couldn't see it because Corporal Chalmers' jockstrapped ass blocked my view. From the motions, I could tell that the blonde Corporal was chowing down on his pal's cock. That didn't surprise me much at all. I had after all been doing the same thing with my buddies at the farm for about two years now. What blew my mind was seeing Bacchus behind Hodges, swiping his big long tongue up the Corporal's jocked ass crack. Each time the giant dog took a lick between those hard muscles, the man would let out a loud dick muffled moan of pleasure. Suddenly the big canine jumped up and put his front paws around the blonde hunk's hips and began humping his way in between the Corporal's thighs. I saw a dripping red mottled dog cock that had to be at least eight inches long thrust its way between the guy's butt cheeks. It disappeared between them and the Great Dane began a pile driving pistoning into the army stud's asshole. Hodges let out a low pitched yell as his mouth came up off Chalmers' rod. Just then the sound of a door echoed through the locker room. I darted into the darkness of the unlit shower room and peered around the corner. SGT O'Malley came striding down the locker room hall with his manly swagger, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. He got to the office door and took out his keys and opened it. "Just in time to see you take the knot Hodges," he said as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. As soon as the office door was shut, I pelted down the aisle to the door. I was extra careful to let it shut without any noise and I shot up the stairs like a rocket, backpack pelting off my back with every three step leap. I ran across the gym foyer and out one of the six sets of double doors. I was down the steps and into the parking lot four spaces from my car when I finally slowed to a walk. Brett and Mitch were looking up from where they had my hood up checking out the Mustang engine, staring at me. "Damn Woodley," Brett said, "We didn't even start it up man. You didn't need to kill yourself racing to get here. We weren't gonna do anything you wouldn't like." "I... didn't... think... you... would," I stated between heaving breaths. "Then why the mad dash?" Mitch asked me, "And you look like you've seen a ghost." "I... just didn't...want... you guys... to have... to wait... on me," I lied still breathing heavy and looking back over my shoulder to the doors. Brett and Mitch looked at each other and then back at me skeptically and Brett shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever man," Brett said to me as I walked slowly up to them panting slower now, "None of the senior jerk wads tried to do anything to you did they? Coffield and I saw a group of them in the hall on our way out." "No," I reassured him finally getting my breath back, "They seem to leave us bigger guys alone. Besides I didn't see anyone else anyway... I mean, I didn't see any other students." "Cool man," Mitch said, and then asked, "Did you get your paper?" "Uh... no I didn't." "Why the hell not?" he asked, "It's what you went back for." "Well... when I got back to the locker room...," I suddenly came up with a plausible lie, "SGT O'Malley was already with the Corporals and I didn't want to interrupt them. I figured I could just get it in the morning." "Yeah, I understand that," Brett said with a grin, "I don't think the Sergeant would take interrupting well." "I get that," Mitch added with a laugh as he shut the hood, "Don't poke the bear, as my old man says." "Hey, I gotta go guys," Brett said and turned to his Jeep three parking spaces down from mine, "Don't forget that ride you said I could have Justin. Put in a good word for me Mitch." "I'll do that Brett," Mitch called out to him, "Maybe I can work something out with Woodley so he'd let you drive it a few feet." "Yeah, you do that," he yelled back smiling as he got into his car waving to us, "I'll see you guys in the morning." Mitch tossed me my keys over the hood and went to open the passenger door. "Wait a sec," I told him and as he paused to see what I wanted, I tossed the keys back to him and said, "Why don't you drive to your house?" "You serious?" he asked me with a big grin on his face. "Only if you have a valid license," I answered. "Hot damn Justin," Mitch exclaimed as he practically danced around my car to the driver's door, "You sure know how to make a friend." "Let's see how that works out when we get to your house in one piece," I said to him as I walked to the passenger side and got in, "No speeding okay?" "Gotcha man," the good looking senior said smiling at me as he buckled his post production seatbelt and started the engine, "Driving Miss Daisy it is." "I've got your Driving Miss Daisy right here," I said grabbing my crotch as I buckled my seat belt with the other hand and we took off sedately from the parking lot. "I bet that'd be a thrill ride for sure," he teased back at me, "Just from what I happened to see this morning of course." TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU ENJOYED (smiled, laughed, contemplated, got horny, got off, you know what enjoyment is) THIS STORY OR OTHER STORIES FROM THIS SITE, YOU CAN MAKE SURE NIFTY KEEPS PROVIDING THEM BY DONATING TO THEM AT http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html