Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2019 23:57:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bert Carley <bert_carley@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'DI Training' - Ch 5

				DI Training - Chapter 5

The following story is fiction and involves sexually explicit interracial
erotic events between males. I really thought this story was complete after
chapter 2, but... So, here we go again guys with chapter 5 finally making
its way to print. Hope you enjoy. If you are offended by smut material or
are too young to be reading material of this nature, or live where it is
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disease in the real world by always using protection.

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Chapter 4 ended with the following:

I awoke to the sound of the DI's voice talking softly with Sgt Long. Tyrone
and Darius were no where to be seen, obviously long gone now, having
fulfilled their assignment as ordered by the DI and Long. I was still horny
and could not for the life of me understand why my newfound pussy was still
pulsating and throbbing at just the site of the DI's huge dick now flaccid
and dangling down over his meaty ball sacks. Something in my brain just
suddenly clicked and the next thing I found myself on my knees and my
hungry mouth sucking down the DI's meaty cock.

"That's my girl Blonde. Suck Blackie and get him hard again, dripping with
precum and he's sure to pleasure your Coochie one more time before daybreak
and we start another day of training. You're going to make into a great
white pussy whore sooner than I really expected Chase with both Tyrone and
Darius working your ass into a hungry Coochie every night in the showers.
You'll be earning your first black spade tattoo quickly girl."

Chapter 5

DI Jackson and SSgt Long kept Sp4 Carter and I spooned in bed with them as
we all tried to catch a few winks until the early morning sun began to
shine in through the East windows as daybreak arrived and Saturday began.
Although I would have just rather continued to lay in bed somewhat
smothered in the DI's strong arms and strong scent and skipped breakfast
this morning, it was to the mess hall for the four of us at the insistence
of the dominant DI. He stated, "Breakfast is the most important meal each
day," as he pulled me out of his bed and on to my feet and gave me a swift
pop on the ass.

I was tired and sore after that long Friday night introduction to what I
was sure to expect in my future as the DI's new classroom assistant during
the day and his cum dump during the night whenever he chose. So far, I had
few complaints as the morning started with Carter and I being ushered down
to the showers and sexually ravaged again right in front of the two other
young troopers that happened to be present in at this early hour, the
beginning of the weekend when they could have still been sleeping in.

I received another massive anal injection while shoved up against the tiled
shower by the DI, as the sexy redhead Carter performed fellatio on SSgt
Long.  We were soon dressed and being paraded into the mess hall and
intimately touched enough for anyone observing to realize that we were the
property of DI Jackson and SSgt Long. Yes, I was embarrassed and concerned,
but tried to remain calm as Carter had advised me earlier that this display
of ownership was part of the black man's ritual to display their ownership
once they successfully Sodomized a targeted Whitey like us, and I should
expect to be regularly fondled in public from now on, not only by him, but
other Blacks once I had the destinctive Black Spade tattoo visible. It was
unbelievable to me as that very ritual did begin immediately as we entered
the mess hall for all to view. I felt like all eyes were upon the DI's
hands on my ass guiding me toward the gathering of coffee and then food on
our breakfast trays as we made our way slowly through the chow line.

The DI lifted my head up with two of his fingers under my chin from the
slight body slump I had taken to somewhat hide my face from our audience.
The DI quickly looked down into my eyes smiling as he boldly stated, "Smile
Big and just look Beautiful as you are girl, as no one is going to make an
issue of my expanding relationship with you now you carrying my sperm
Blonde; just ignore any stares, whispers or remarks from the peanut
gallery," as he pushed me along the food line with one hand again rubbing
up and down over my shoulders and back, and his face in my blond hair
sniffing his latest prize.

He soon spotted 1st Sgt Blake sitting in the officer's section with the
tattered looking Lt Jansen sandwiched between Captain Bruski and the 1st
Sgt. The 1st Sgt quickly caught the DI's attention and motioned for us to
come sit with them. The next thing I realized we were sitting at that linen
covered officer's table in the officer's section that was normally
restricted to officer's use only. I know felt less embarrassed as I sat
talking with Carter eating quietly trying to hear what was being said.

The 1st Sgt, the Captain, the DI and SSgt Long were soon all in deep
conversation as they ate, talking about what seemed to be of a sexual
nature and obviously very amusing to them, as much laughter was being
shared as they talked low and somewhat secretively. I was sitting too far
away to catch most of their conversation, but I did notice that the Captain
kept popping Lt Jansen on the wrists and forearms with his leather
officer's crop every time Jansen would lift his hands from below the
tabletop to take another drink from his coffee cup. I quickly realized the
lieutenant must be jacking on the captain's big Polish sausage and the 1st
Sgt's huge ebony Anaconda under the long white linen tablecloth as they
continued their verbal exchanges in private.

What I did gather from what I could hear was that the Captain's wife and
children had left to spend the weekend with her parents in Seattle and the
Captain was organizing a pool party that was to start later in the day at
his off post home in nearby Tillicum, WA., a small community adjacent to Ft
Lewis where many of the married military personnel resided with their
families.

Before we departed from breakfast, I heard the DI and Long clearly been
invited to the Captain's pool party and told to be sure to bring Carter and
Chase along with them to provide some additional new eye candy and made
part of the usual entertainment for all to enjoy.

Once back in the DI and Long's bedroom, the DI handed me a key as he
ordered me to move all my belongings from my cubicle located in the large
main barracks room to the private room next door to him where it had been
recently vacated and now empty. He handed another key to Carter and told
him to move out of the room he currently shared with another SP-4 and in to
share the room with me so he and Long would have better access to us now
that we would both be receiving constant supervision and regular beef
injections.

Carter and I made quick work of the move by exchanging the empty wall and
foot lockers with our full and organized lockers. In twenty minutes, we had
the move completed and had set the alarm clock and were sound asleep and
resting our tired bodies in our new private room until we were to meet the
DI and Long for lunch at noon in the mess hall.

Much to Carter and my surprise, we had no sooner dropped off to sleep than
there was a knock and tapping on our door. We both ignored it until I
recognized Tyrone's voice as he said,

"Wake up you two Bitches, fresh juicy dick has arrived to keep your pussies
stretched and horny for more. DI's orders! We know you're in their Red and
Blonde. Open-Up Pretty Ladies! Nigger Dick has arrived and ready to rock
and roll."

I looked over at Carter that was eyeing me, and silently lipped, "OH FUCK,"
followed with a verbal, "So much for our beauty sleep darling!" Carter just
smiled and blew me a kiss as he rose from his bed and answered the door.
There stood Tyrone and Darius, both handsome as ever, each in but a
loose-fitting pair of near white sweatpants, no shirts, and their Running
Shoes. They had obviously been out jogging and rivers of sweat were running
down over their ebony muscles and getting soaked up in the cotton material
of their sweats. Though quite tired yet, how could anyone resist the young
chocolate delights?

As Carter closed and bolted the door the two ebony beauties each pulled a
few pills from a pocket followed by a small flask from another pocket.
Neither Carter nor I fought them as they placed the pills in our mouths and
then handed us the flasks and told us to drink it all down with the pills.
Tyrone and Darius then immediately began a routine of physical exercises
that could not be ignored for even an instant as they kicked off their
runners and loosened the drawstring on their sweats and let them drop to
the floor to be kicked aside and join the discarded runners.

As their exercises quickened, Carter and I were pulled into their folds and
soon were also drenched in their strong sweaty scent and being lifted up
high over their heads and held there for a count and then placed back down
on our feet to regain our own equilibrium. Soon they each had Carter and I
dripping wet with their sweaty body sweat as the each rubbed their dripping
dicks up and down within the folds of our bubbled buns. Fuck that felt
good! I suddenly realized I was trying to capture Tyrone's dickhead with my
anus each time it traveled up and down over my rapidly dilating
pucker-puss. Next thing I knew Tyrone was balls deep into me and all
without any additional lube other than his dripping cock snot and the
perspiration running down off him into the crack of my ass. Oh, what a
heavenly rush this gave me. I was floating on a cloud of emotional lust!

I could not hold back my emotions and screamed, "Oh Yea! Fuck Me Tyrone!"
Well that he did indeed, as he had me blasting off hands-free multiple
times with that Big Black Juicy Dick slapping against my balls like what
seemed forever, as Darius was delivering a very similar juicy injection to
my red-headed new roommate Carter. Did those two young Niggers leave after
dropping a couple of cum loads into us?  Hell No! They crawled up in our
beds with us, placed our faces in their wet armpits to lick, suck and
inhale their strong pit juices as we all slept until the DI pounded on the
wall that adjoined his room and gave the order for us all to shower and
prepare for lunch.

The six of us hit the showers and then made our way down through the chow
line again where they discussed the fact that they were obligated and had
to attend the pool party they had been invited to at the Company
Commander's home that afternoon. All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed
and give my body a rest, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Damn it
was only Saturday, so had a day and a half yet to get used like a white
fuck cushion. Thank god for the pharmaceuticals in my system, ran through
my mind as we headed back upstairs to our rooms to get further instructions
from Sgt Long and DI/MSgt Jackson what the afternoon held in store for us
yet today.

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this story and give me the incentive to maybe start another chapter if you
think the story still has the potential to keep your minds involved and
your juices boiling. If not, maybe a new story is in order. My other
stories can be accessed by going to 'The Prolific Author's Section' on the
Nifty Archives and searching for my name alphabetically, as Bert Carley.
				bert_carley@yahoo.com