From: "Todd" Subject: How life should have been: Boot Camp (M/M, military) Date: 28 May 1997 22:58:35 GMT Organization: IQuest Internet, Inc. Disclaimer: If you don't like stories about male to male love, then don't read this. If you are one of those with extreme religious ideals, then why are you even looking at the Fucking thing???? If reading stories of a sexual nature is prohibited in your stuckup tight ass community, then don't read this. If you are not old enough to read this, then tell your parents to punish you for being in this news group, ya, I bet you really will, right....... On the other hand. If you enjoy stories about man to man love then go right on ahead and enjoy. Oh, ya, this story is complete fiction, as in a figment of my imagination, a fantasy so please don't get it confused with reality. I hope I didn't really need to say that. You will understand once you've read it. Enjoy:::::: How life should have been: Boot Camp Hi, my names Todd and this is a story of how Boot Camp should have been. I was 19 years old when I took that enormous leap and signed the papers to become a U.S. Marine, the greatest organization in the world. The day I left for boot camp my recruiter picked me up at home and we and three other recruits headed south to Indy. I don't mind telling you that I was scared as hell leaving home for the first time and going to an uncertain future. For the most part the drive was quiet with each of us lost in our own thoughts. As we neared our destination in Indy we became more talkative, sort of hyping each other up. We reached the Indy MEP's around eleven in the morning. The MEP's is where they give us the physical and we do all the paperwork. Thinking back I am glad I was as nervous as I was or I surly would have embarrassed myself. Going through the physical was a pain, but at least I had plenty of bodies to look at. The room was filled with about twenty young men all striped to their underwear. Bodies of all shapes and colors, it was a great view. That was the first time I saw these guys undressed, but not the last. After we finished the physical and the paperwork they took us to our own private wing of the local Hilton to spend the night. Our flight for California would leave the next morning. That night at the Hilton was to be the last real fun any of us would have for the next three months and we made the best of it. This wing of the hotel must have been the oldest and worst of the entire hotel, but it was fine for the night. The hallway carpet was doted every where with cigarette burns and stains of all types. The wallpaper was peeling off and discolored from years of misuse. Each room had two beds with, hopefully, clean sheets, but you couldn't tell, a TV, dressers, and bathroom just your normal hotel rooms. When we first got there we all went to our rooms, each trying to get some rest, since it was late evening but it didn't last long. The guy that I was roomed with and I were going to try and get some sleep after getting pretty much talked out so we turned the light out and crawled into our respective beds. There really wasn't anything special about my roommate of that night. He was sort of cute, but a bit stockier than I liked. His hair was cut short, like most of us, with a muscular chest and legs with a good coating of hair on both. That's really what I didn't like. I noticed a nice bulge in his shorts as we striped down to our shorts for bed, neither of us had anything with us besides what we had on, we would not't need anything else. This was at ten o'clock when we turned the light out. About ten minutes latter the noise started and grew steadily louder. We heard people yelling and running up and down the hall. I guess that's why we had a private wing. After laying there cursing those making the noise for a bit we decided to find out what was going on. Turning on the lights I slipped my pants back on and we headed for the door, my roommate still in his briefs. We opened the door just as a cup hit spraying us with bits of ice. Some of the other guys had started throwing ice ball grenades down the hall playing war. It was a sight to see, a bunch of 18 and 19 year olds, most of them in their drawers, running around playing war the night before going off to learn how to do the real thing. I was glad I had put my pants back on before we opened the door because of what I was looking at. I just stood in the door watching as every few seconds another would run past my door. Dicks barley contained by the thin fabric of their briefs. God was I ever getting turned on. This went on for most of the night, until about 2 in the morning. My roommate had went out to join in, but I just stayed back watching. I noticed James standing in the doorway across the hall from me and we started talking about how stupid, but fun, all of this was. James was about five and a half feet tall and slender. He had short red hair, a firm smooth chest, and long beautiful legs. He only had a pair of red briefs on that showed an incredible bulge, but not yet hard. As we stood there talking over the noise of the hall and watching the others run around I saw his eyes not only following the others but from time to time I saw his eyes drop. They would drop from eye level of those parading in front of us ever so slowly toward the floor. There was no other explanation than he was checking out the same things I was. Nobody was really paying much attention to us as we stood looking at each other. After a bit I decided to test things out to see what might happen. I joined in with things in the hall and, as I hoped, was quickly soaked from the water fight now taking place. Going back to my room complaining to James about getting wet, and using that as an excuse to get out of my pants, I stepped inside the door and took them off. As I turned to face him his eyes quickly jumped back up and it looked like he was embarrassed. I had gotten the response I'd wanted and, I'd caught him. We locked eyes for the briefest of moments and it was his turn to make a move. James said he was tired of standing there and asked if I wanted to watch some TV for a bit. I crossed the hall to his room and he turned on the tube as I sat down on one of the beds. I asked if I was on his or his roommates bed. "I didn't get a roommate for tonight." "Man, you lucked out. What's on the tube?" He sat there on the other bed flipping threw the channels, nothing much was on but infomercials. I really can't stand those things. He stopped a few times so we could make fun of the stupid things they were advertising. "Hey James stop here." "Holy shit, I can't believe Uncle Sam is paying for porno's." "I know, but, this is a good one. Want to watch it?" "Sure!" James sounded a bit to excited over a porno, but I didn't care. We laid there, he on one bed and me on the other, watching the movie for awhile. Each of us wanting the same thing, but to scared to make the next move. We tried to hide the boners developing in our groins, but that's "hard" to do when you only have a pair of briefs on and neither of us would get under the covers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw James reach down and start fondling himself and then realized that I had been doing the same myself. Looking over at him, still fondling myself, I saw he was watching me. We laid there for a couple of minutes just watching each other. He finally asked, "Did you lie?" "Lie about what", I said. "Well, if you didn't lie about it what are you doing starring at me instead of the TV?" "Okay, I did. How about you?" James just smiled as he slid off his bed and came over to the bed I was stretched out on. Kneeling on the bed James reached both hands up and into the band of my shorts. Looking up at me he asked if it was okay. As an answer I just smiled and lifted my butt off the bed to allow him to slide my drawers off. He laid that lovely head of his on my stomach facing my rock hard dick. I could feel his breath as he rolled my balls in his hand and stroked my dick with the other. The noise in the hallway was still loud with every one still running about, he said we had to be quiet since we didn't want any of them to suspect what was going on. With that his face slid down my stomach, his mouth engulfing my manhood is one motion. It was all I could do to not let a loud gasp slip from my lips as my dick entered that warm wet mouth of his. Pulling his mouth up with all the suction he could muster, his tongue swirls around the mushroom head, playing with the pee slit at the tip. Being as horny as I was, I knew it wouldn't take long before I exploded. Shifting around I pulled his stiff present towards me so I could unwrap it and return this pleasure. Lifting the leg of his briefs I removed his stiff member for inspection. It must have been over seven inches long and incredible, no more that an inch and a quarter in diameter. Taking this fabulous specimen into my mouth I felt another tinge go through my groin. James had pushed his finger into my ass and was now moving it in and out, driving my prostrate crazy. That was it, the smell of his manhood, the suction on my dick, and the now two fingers in my ass pushed me over the edge. The explosion came with a final thrust into his warm loving mouth. Shot after shot, he swallowed it all. As my dick subsided he sat up straddling my face so he could easily fuck my face. After a half dozen or so slow long thrust from his dick I pulled away and looked up at his boyish face. "Want to fuck me?" With a sly smile he said, " I thought you'd never ask", and headed off to the bathroom to find that lotion hotels always put there. Coming back with that small bottle of lotion, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs and pushed my knees to my chest. Emptying some of the lotion into his hand he lubed his steel dick causing slurping sounds as his hand slid up and down to prepare. A couple of fingers on his other hand were sliding in and out of me getting my ass ready to take him. Leaning over to my ear, he whispers, "I like a really slippery fuck." With that the top of the bottle entered my hole and deposited the remainder of the lotion both inside and out. He positions his dick and with a slow steady push enters my waiting ass quickly and easily. Taking my feet he pushes my knees as far up as possible, almost resting them in my arm pits. He slides in and out faster and faster, slapping his balls against my butt each time. The slurping and squashing sounds coming from our joining are the most obscene I had ever heard. His hips pistonning faster and faster. My ass gripping tight all around, his moans coming louder. This whole time I'm jacking myself off to the same rhythm he's using. The presser building again, I'm going to cum once more. My balls tighten sending my seed up, I explode for the second time in about twenty minutes. My ass clamps down on that steel rod pounding in and out. James' teeth clench as he fights to make this last longer. One slap, two slaps, another, and finally it comes. His cum shooting out splattering my insides with his juice he collapses on top of me. After a few minutes, and we regain conscious thought, we realize things outside have quieted down. Noticing this I got cleaned up a bit and headed back to my own room across the hall hoping this would not be the last time we could be together. After just a few hours of sleep we were all awakened about 5:30 am to start the first day in our new lives. On the plane James and I sat next to each other talking with the others about what we expected would happen when we arrived at San Diego and how we thought boot camp would be. THE ARRIVAL AT BOOT CAMP Just about every one has seen those movies about boot camp and when the new recruits first arrive the Drill Instructors started screaming and yelling at them immediately. Well, that's not quite what happened to us. We arrived in San Diego around 10 p.m. after a layover in Dallas and a couple I can't remember. We all filled off the plane and headed for the military representatives desk at the airport to find out where to go from there. We started learning how to hurry up and wait right away since we had to wait for an hour, but couldn't go anywhere. What fun. Some Sgt. showed up with a bus to take us to the base, still no yelling. The first 48 hrs were horrible though. We spent the entire time going through processing and doing paper work, none of us where allowed to sleep. By this time there was about seventy of us being hurried around together. We eventually were formed into one platoon. Our hair was cut, or should I say shaved first. Then came our first uniform issue. We were taken into this warehouse and told to strip. The warehouse was large, drafty and cold, I mean cold. I guess that was so no one would be popping boners while they were in their shorts. The forming DI's passed boxes around for us to put our civilian clothes in for storage. Those who had underwear on that was any thing other than white had to take them off too. What we wound up with was seventy men standing in their underwear or completely nude waiting for some one to give us clothes. I couldn't tell if it was just because I was one of them standing nude that I thought other guys were looking at me or if they really were. I did know James was looking at me because we were standing next to each other. Oh yeah, James and I wound up in the same platoon. The DI's walked around pointing out all of those who had boners, either partial or full, so that everyone knew. God, was that ever embarrassing. One of them they pointed out was a guy named Shane. Shane was a couple of rows in front of me and a little to the left, and I had a perfect view of him. He was about six feet tall and looked to be in perfect shape. His back was in that great "v" shape going from broad milky white shoulders to a small waist that was just over one of the firmest asses I had ever seen. I couldn't tell what color of hair he had since we were all bald so I really wished he would turn around, just so I could see what color his hair was, right. Well, we finally got our uniforms and tried to march back to our temporary barracks. I say tried because this is when the DI's really went ballistic on us. We just couldn't stay in step. The next day we were dropped to our regular DI's and training started. All of us were sitting in what was called the quarter deck, a space that was so small we had to sit with our legs spread and the guy in front of us between them. It was literally ass hole to belly button, or I should say ass hole to swollen dick. Our three junior DI's stood all around us and the senior DI was in front telling us what they expected and a little of how the schedule would go. "...and at night you will have from 9 to 9:30 to shower, write letters, and take care of your uniforms. This is not how we normally start a platoon out, but you are going to be a part of an experiment, so command wanted me to explain the rules before we start the training. The experiment is this. As they were doing the background checks on you the investigators discovered that all of you have had some kind of sexual relations with other males. This platoon is to determine if gays can truly contribute to the Marine Corps." By this time every jaw in the room was on the floor, except the DI's that is. "The ancient Greeks believed that if their solders had tighter bonds they would fight harder for each other and that is what we are testing with you. All of the training will be the same with one exception. During your half hour at night, or after lights are out, you may, if you want, form closer relationships. This is only when myself and my junior DI's are out of the squad bay. Now,..." All hell broke loose then. The DI's simply went ballistic. All four of them barking orders, none of them the same orders, and us recruits just went every where trying to follow them. We spent the rest of the day getting the squad bay in shape and all of our uniforms into our foot lockers. The squad bay was just a large room with windows lining either side that gave an unobstructed view in or out, there were no curtains on them. This meant that anyone could see in all the time. We scrubbed every inch of that place clean including the restroom and showers. That first night you could feel the level of apprehension from every one. I don't thing any one wanted to be the first to try any thing. James and I talked for a little bit sitting on his bed. The two of us were bunk mates, I had the top bunk and he had the bottom bunk, that way we could be close. That night, with the exception of quick showers, all of us seemed to stay in our pants until lights went out and we all jumped into bed. The ice was running thick, it would be a miracle if it was broken. Revelry was at 0530 the next morning and it was unlike anything any of us had ever experienced. The lights came on. One of the junior DI's was moving up and down the bay yelling and barking orders. He expected us to be moving, fast. By the time we could finish making our bunks he expected us to be dressed. By the time we had dressed we should have been in formation. Always, we should have been a step ahead of where we were. Marching to breakfast, we were late, double time. Wait. Hurry up and wait. Finally get in the chow hall. Five minutes to eat, when the DI was done we all were done. He didn't eat so he was fast. Rush back to the barracks, time for PT. That's military for physical training. Then classes. Lunch. Practice drill. Dinner. More training. What a day. I don't think I had ever been as tiered as I was that evening. The day was finally over. We were all so relieved. It was 2100, time to shower and relax. I went to the shower just to find it full of bodies so I had to wait. As other guys started to finish and leave Shane came in. By the way, he had jet black hair. We each found shower heads spraying warm water next to each other. The shower room was about twelve feet square with two pillar type thing going from floor to ceiling. One each was four shower heads. It was covered wall to wall and floor to ceiling with dull gray tile. Very drab. There were a few others still in there besides the two of us, but Shane held too much of my attention for me to notice who they were then. We stood there talking while we soaped ourselves and scrubbed the days sweat off of our exposed bodies. Somebody dropped their soap and the old joke came to everyone's minds at the same time. This really helped to break the ice for us as we laughed. Shane was having some trouble reaching his back to clean it, so I asked if I could help. Looking at me with those incredible eyes he said, "If I can do you next." "All right", I agreed picking up the soap. Sliding my hand over his back I could feel the tightness in his muscles from the days exertion. Working things into a lather I moved closer to that ass of steel. It was tiny for his size, but made his legs look to be a mile long. I put the soap down and just worked the lather. Reaching down to his butt I cup each cheek and squeeze ever so softly feeling their firmness. Kneeling down I continue down his legs massaging and feeling my way to his toes. With soap in hand I lift his left foot toward me and clean his entire foot. After I finished his other leg and foot it was his turn. Shane takes the soap and starts with my chest working his hands over every inch of my body. Man, it really felt good after the days execration to feel his strong hands all over my body. As his hands reach for my toes he looked up with a grin and stuck his tongue out to lap at the end of my over filled dick. The feeling of his fingers running through my toes was incredible, I'd never felt any thing like that before. "Light's out in one minute." We heard come from the other room. Since we couldn't stay back there after lights out we quickly rinsed and dried ourselves. Entering the squad bay we walked past bunk after bunk filled with recruits, some with two or more engaged in every manner of relationship building imaginable. As we walked toward his bunk at the back of the bay I couldn't help but feel sorry for the fire watches. There was two recruits who had to stand at either end of the bay and watch. It was short of like guard duty, except we rotated in one hour shifts. The one standing at the front stood just outside the DI's duty hut and had to announce the entrance of anyone, except other recruits. The one standing up there tonight seemed a bit bothered with everything going on in the bunks. He just couldn't keep from fondling himself while he watched out over the writhing and squirming racks of moaning flesh, otherwise known as fucking recruits. It seemed as though we had all gotten over our apprehensions. We passed my bunk and there was James knees pulled up to his chest with a stocky recruit pumping his manhood in and out of that gorgeous ass. As we pass I hear a gasping voice talking to me. "Foun ya one for da niey?" I just grinned and walked on, leaving a path of dripped water all the way. Revelry came early the next morning and found Shane and I in each others arms. This day was much the same as those prior to it and training went on. In the days and weeks to follow our platoon became a truly tight group of future Marines. We spent our days training and our nights sharing each others beds. At the outset I had decided that the hardest part of training would be putting up with the hazing and insults from the other three platoons in our company, but this didn't turn out to be true. Through that first month of training we had trained alongside these other platoons and in many ways demonstrated a higher degree of teamwork. ------------------------------------------------------------ Okay, hopefully your wondering where the rest is. That is if you liked it. Well, I've been working on this one for a while, but I'm stuck. Please let me know what you thought of it and if you have any suggestions I'd be more than happy to hear them. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Boot Camp pt. 2 Revelry came early the next morning and found Shane and I in each others arms. This day was much the same as those prior to it and training went on. In the days and weeks to follow our platoon became a truly tight group of future Marines. We spent our days training and our nights sharing each others beds. At the outset I had decided that the hardest part of training would be putting up with the hazing and insults from the other three platoons in our company. Along with revelry came the start of a new day. A day filled with different training activities and new challenges. As usual the day starts with the DI stomping up and down the squad bay barking out instructions in an overly authoritative manner that for some seemed to be arousing to some, mostly those having trouble fastening their pants. "Lets go! Move it slime, form it up outside!," the DI barks as we all file out of the building. With a "Riaght Face. Forard. Harch." We're off, going to breakfast. Once we arrive at the chow hall we go through another complicated set of instructions simply to get us in a line to get our lovely trays of slop. Many have heard about the horrible military food, well, it's true. Very true. I was glad we only had a few minutes to suck it down. They always said, "eat it now. taste it latter." After breakfast we marched back to the barracks to quickly change for PT (physical training). A green shirt, green shorts, white socks, and running shoes were the uniform, most of the time, for PT. We each filled a canteen of water to take with us, just in case, and headed out for the field. Our PT field ran right next to the runway of San Diego airport. As the days went by that turned out to be the most depressing view of all, most of us has home sickness bad. Ours was the first platoon to arrive at the field, but the other three didn't take long to arrive. We formed up for PT ending up with a huge ocean of scantily clad recruits of ever shape, color, build, and description. As we began with calisthenics I looked around to servey that wander of nature, a beautiful ocean. "Company, AatenHu." Came the order barked from the Staff Sergeant in front of the company. Every time they gave an order like that it sounded like some one had just knocked the shit out of them. "Our first exercise will be side straddle hopes. Side straddle hopes is a four count exercise. I will count the cadence, you will count the repetitions. Ready! Begin. One, two, three," The instructions went. The sound being forced from the collective lungs of the company was tremendous. Our burgeoning motivation and dedication was transformed into a thunderous clap of numbers, one, two, three. It must have been common knowledge that our platoon was not you normal run of the mill group of skirt chasing pussy hungry wanabe Marines. Those of us who were any where close to the other platoons found this out as we listened to the derogatory comments and insults being spewed from the small minds of those around us. This was only a few days into our training and it seemed the recruits in the other platoons already decided we should be counted as second class recruits and thus should not be there. With our warm up calisthenics done we begin the main course of exercises. It seemed as though we ran forever that morning. If you've never seen a platoon of Marines running down the road or around the field you really should try to see it once. To have seventy young, strong men running and singing in perfect step is truly amazing. As we ran the Drill Instructor starts the cadence. "C130 rollen down the strip" "Recon ranger gona take a little trip" "Mission top secret destination unkown" "We don't know if we're ever commin home" With every line sung by the DI the platoon repeats the same, always starting on the left foot. This was happening with all four of the platoons and at time got hard to here our own DI singing. For the most part, however, the recruits were panting the lines out, most of us out of breath. This improves the longer training goes on and we get into better shape. The longer we run the more the platoons resemble a mob instead of a formation. Myself, not being an avid runner, was having a lot of difficulty. The team work we were developing began to show as some of us drifted back, not being able to keep up. The platoon can't slow down though so we encourage each other and help each other when needed. By the end of this run I was being, more or less, pulled by two others. It was either run or be dragged, but we started together and we would finish together. "Platoon. Halt." Came the order from the DI. We were finally standing in front of the barracks, pt done. "Leaft face. When told you will fall out and prepare for shower. Fall out." We only had about ten minutes to shower seventy recruits so we had to do what was called a pt shower. These were not the best showers, but they cooled you down and got some of the sweat off of us. "Hey, James thanks for the help on that run. I'm not quite in shape for running." "Not a problem. You can pay me back tonight, or do you and Shane have a big date?" "Oh, ya, I think we're going to the movies tonight then out for some dancing. God, you make it sound like we can go someplace." "I know it sucks that we have to stay here all the time, but at least we can have a bit more fun than the other platoons." "Attention on Deck." Came the order from the fire watch. Yeah, we even had fire watches during the day, even if I never got to pull that duty. We all stepped to the ends of our racks coming to attention and displaying our best to the DI as he walked from front to back to the bay. Some of us really came to full attention, in all respects. It was difficult to not to with all the naked beauty there. The DI went through an explanation of what a pt shower was finishing his explanation by pointing out that there was no time to play around. Basically what it was is we all lined up and walked through the water, usually cold, and didn't stop to wash. (I hope that made since.) After the showers the remainder of the day was more or less dull, filled with nothing more exciting than a lecture over Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Now we should all know how exciting that sort of lecture could be. And of course after dinner we spent some time practicing our Drill (marching). "Hey, James, can you believe today? First they ran our asses off and then expected us to stay awake through all those damb classes." "Oh, hell, you think your day was a bitch. At least you stayed awake. I fell asleep and that fucking Sgt. Fisk caught me." "Oh shit! What happened? I say you being pulled out." "Take a look." With that James pulled his drawers down to show me that perfect little ass I remembered from the other day. "Fuck, no wander you stayed awake the rest of the day. Wad he do spank ya??" "Man he did more than just that." Sgt. Fisk, one of our Junior DI's, had pulled James out of the class room where we were being lectured on some boring topic that I can't even remember now and taken him back to the barracks. Sgt. Fisk pushed James into the Duty Hut while telling him how he would be sorry for falling asleep. The Duty Hut is a small room in the squad bay that serves as the DI's office by day and a private sleeping room by night. There is a bed on one side and a desk on the other right in front of the window looking out into the squad bay. While James stood in the middle of the room Sgt. Fisk walked over to draw the curtains on the window for some privacy. Then walking over to a wall locker he told James to strip. James must have taken just a bit to long in doing this to draw such a response from the Sgt. Jumping up into James' face the Sgt. seemed to go completely nuts. "GET THOSE FUCKING CLOTHES OF NOW!!!! GOD DAMB IT I GAVE YOU A DIRECT ORDER!!!!!!!!!!" James tried to move faster as Sgt. Fisk took hold of his blouse at about the middle of his chest and pulled. Tearing every button loose. Now, Sgt. Fisk was a big son of a bitch and it came a cross that he did not like being associated with our platoon. He intended to make James suffer, but James was just hoping he survived. The Sgt. finished ripping off James' olive green T-shirt and threw him on the bed so he could rip his trousers off. With James now lying there in his natural uniform the Sgt. leaned over close to his ear. In a husky whisper the Sgt. told him that if he made a sound the pain would increase. With that things started. Now out of that wall locker came a bag of all sorts of equipment; hand cuffs, ropes, gattor clips, clothes pins, and an assortment of other goodies. Taking hold of James' hand the Sgt. cuffed both of his writs to the two head posts, clicking them to the point of almost cutting off the blood. ((If you don't like bondage and pain this would be a good place to stop reading. Some of this might be a bit over the edge, but it is just fantasy, thankfully.)) Reaching for James' chest the Sgt. starts to pinch and twist his nipples to full attention then comes the gattor clips, two per nipple. James keeping his lips pushed tightly closed to keep from crying out, not being used to this type of punishment. With the clothes pins, the plastic ones that have the spring that closes the jaws, the Sgt. takes hold of his limp penis and clamps one over the mushroom head and another one just below that. Taking out a length of string the Sgt. ties a loop tightly around his balls and winds the rest around the shaft. The extra was tied to a couple of other strings that ran down to each of his ankles pulling his dick and ball tightly down. To complete the restraint there was a rope attached to each of his knees and tied to the head board so that his knees were beside his ears and his ass was well in the air. Reaching into his bag of toys the Sgt. pulls out a bottle of lubrication and a rather large butt plug, grinning the whole time. Applying a generous about of lube onto the plug he unsaramoniously spreads James' cheeks and applies more lube to his entrance. With one hand keeping his little pucker exposed the Sgt. grips the plug with the other and begins to force it in quickly. With James in a mixture of pain and pleasure the Sgt. begins to look for his belt. He finds it in the wall locker and removes it. The belt is a snow white length of woven thread. This particular one is the same as we would soon wear with our Dress Blue uniform, the most beautiful uniform in the world (yes, I'm a bit prejudiced). Folding the belt in half it begins. Smack!! It lands firmly across the center of those globes of ecstasy. Smack!! it goes again. The Sgt.'s strong arm continues to land swing after swing of the belt, turning the creamy white halves of James rear to a brighter and brighter shade of red. This went on for a while as the Sgt. got more and more excited by administering the punishment to the recruit. When the Sgt. was satisfied with his work it was time to move on to the next step. James was getting more and more turned on as his restrained dick strained against its bindings wanting to be turned loose. Grabbing hold of the plug Sgt. Fisk pulls leaving James there with his incredibly red butt and a feeling of emptiness. This didn't last long , however. The next toy to be produced was a large meddle dildo probably nine inches long and about an inch and a half to two inches in diameter. It looked more like a billy club with a handle on one end and rounded knobs covering the length. Sgt. Fisk inserts a couple of small batteries into one end and screws on the cap. Gripping the rubber handle he applies some lube to the long probe. Placing the tip of the enormous dildo to James entrance he pushes. James feels the width sliding into him, each set of knobs driving him to higher plateaus of ecstasy. With the joy rod securely inserted the Sgt. begins to move it in and out. As he works this rod in and out of James ass he reaches down for the switch which turns the vibrator on. With the probe being made of metal though James got a real surprise. There was a reason the handle was rubber. Along with a vigorous vibration came a mild current surging deeply through his bowels, which increased as the Sgt. turned the speed from low to high. After minutes of this torturous pleasure had passed the Sgt. decided he just couldn't take any more. Leaving this toy in place he quickly removed his trousers, tossing them aside, to expose a massive organ. Although it was not as long as the probe currently violating James insides it was larger in diameter by at least half an inch. Applying a generous amount of lube to his private toy the Sgt. removes the dildo and quickly positions his dick in its place. With one powerful thrust he seats his cock deep into James. Leaning toward James' face Sgt. Fisk tells him simply that he could yell if he wanted. Up to this point James hadn't made a sound, even though he had wanted to. Pulling his dick out to it's head the Sgt. began with long powerful thrusts in and out. Taking a few seconds to settle into a rhythm. After just a short time of slapping his balls against James' backside the Sgt. could feel his peak surging closer and closer. He increases his pace pushing forward and apart on James legs causing the bindings of his cock to tighten even more. James now letting out moans of both pain and pleasure. A few more thrusts and here it is. The Sgt. feels it rising through his cock. The climax he was looking for. Blast after blast spraying deep into James' inner sanctum. The thick goo splattering over the walls of his deepest bowels. The Sgt. completely spent almost falls forward pulling the bindings ever tighter. After a few moments he pull his softening tool from its warm cavern. After cleaning himself off Sgt. Fisk begins to remove the bindings. As James gets closer and closer to being released he tentatively stretches to see if he could still move. As his dick is removed from the ropes and clothes pins it springs instantly to full stiffness. After his hands are uncuffed he reaches for his own dick while the Sgt. starts to get dressed, not showing any interest in helping James to reach any climax. Seeing James reaching for his own cock, the Sgt. tells him to go get another uniform and warns him to not let him catch him jacking off. Picking up his shredded uniform from the floor James leaves the Duty Hut his dick harder than ever and himself frustrated not able to do anything about it. By the end of James' recounting of his story most of the other recruits in the platoon had gathered about to listen and listen they did. Most of them standing around dicks in hand slowly stroking up and down either their or the one next to them. James was lying on his stomach so that I could massage his bruised and sour little buns. Next to us on the floor are a couple that couldn't stand it any longer as they fucked with abandon in front of every one. Some engaged in fabulous sixty nine's. "Lights out in five minutes." came the call from the fire watch causing the crowd to begin to break apart. Every one returning to their bunks for a night of rest some alone and others pairing up. As for me and James, we spent the night in his rack cuddling together. An end note about Sgt. Fisk. In the next few weeks he found himself administering his unique form of bending more and more often as other recruits wanted to enjoy his punishment. By the end of our three month stay at boot camp he even started to join us openly at night exploring his new found sexual joys. I might recount some of these in latter chapters of this story, but what about the other DI's?? We'll see. Boot camp pt. 3 By Todd To look back on things I really must say that one of my favorite parts of Boot Camp had to be the time we spent in the field. It was unbearably hot during the day and completely freezing at night, both of which had their benefits. For those of you unfamiliar with what Marines do while they're in the field I'll say quite simply, they play. They play at being Marines. They play at war and practice different ways to execute their art. And most of all they get very hot, very sweaty, and very dirty. We did things like crawl under barbed wire and climb over walls. We negotiated what they called an infiltration course. That's were we try to make it from point A to point B without getting killed by the make believe mines. Mostly, however, we humped. "Attention on deck!" Came the command from the fire watch at the front of the squad bay as our Senior Drill Instructor entered. "Fall in on the quarter deck." The Senior D.I. said with that distinctive authority that only he could muster. It never failed to amaze me that we could fit 70 men in that small space at the front of the bay. This night turned out to be different from all the others sense we started this adventure. The Senior started with a more serious and human tone than he had ever used before. You see, we all showed up at boot camp a month before knowing about the beginnings of the war in Saudi. In fact that is why most of us signed up. Well, tonight we were given our first bit of news about it. We were told that Sadam was not backing down and that the air war had started. This news sort of lay on our shoulders with a weight none of us had ever felt. Suddenly we all came face to face with the possibility of going to war and the Senior made it perfectly clear that it was a distinct possibility as well. However, sticking with the quickness of training the Senior quickly changed directions and we started to get ready for the next day's trip to Camp Pendelton. It was time for our second month of Boot Camp to begin. For the next month we were to spend half of it learning to fire the M16-A2 service rifle and the rest of it living in the mud and sleeping in tents. There was only a few of us that really looked forward to this part, but we were destined to have the time of our lives, I'm just glad none of us got arrested. The barracks was un-naturally quiet that evening as we packed our sea-bags for the next day's trip. Every thing we had was to be pushed into those olive-green bags; all our cammies, T-shirts, socks, drawers, boots, PT gear, etc. They ended up being quite heavy after all of that. Slowly, however, as the evening wore on the mood began to rise. James, my bunkmate, and I sat there on either side of the small bottom bunk shoving the last items into our bags just as the clock hit 2100. This started our personal time. The time we had to take our showers, write letters; take care of uniforms, or what ever. Tonight seemed as if every one had the same idea to get one last romp in before we leave the Recruit Depot and the comforts of "home". "Hey Todd, are ya nervous about going to Saudi?" James asked with a quivering quiet voice breaking the silence between us. "Sure, but it will probably be over with before we get done with boot camp." I said as I looked into those deep beautiful eyes of his. He seemed to be a little more nervous about it than he should have been. Reaching up with my right hand I slowly brought his luscious lips to mine. A long kiss. Pressing his soft lips to mine our tongues jousting for position inside each other's mouths. I felt him relax as our hot breath mixed with the others. "It'll be okay ya know." I tried to reassure him when our lips parted. "I know. I'm just a bit nervous, that's all." And our lips came together again. James' hands came up under my T-shirt, turned light green from the long days in the sun, rubbing and massaging my nipples to full attention. My shirt is slowly pulled upwards till it is caught on our lips and we are forced to separate in order to remove it. I returned the favor by helping him out of his shirt and laying him tenderly on the rack. Those beautiful dark tan nipples starring up at me. I dive onto them, sucking and nibbling them to stiffness. Working my way down that tight young body, a kiss here and a bite there, I find myself running my tongue over those sweaty trousers that he wore to run in earlier that evening. Filling my nostrils with James' wonderful musk and trying keep from drooling as my hands begin to undo the buttons. Those awful buttons, I hate 'em. I hate 'em because it was so hard to reach the stiffness inside that I so desperately wanted. That cock that I had enjoyed many times in the past month. This evening, however, seemed to be filled with a new urgency. There was something different about this night. A feeling I had never felt before. The buttons negotiated I could now pull the pants down to allow myself access to my prize. James lifted his ass from the mattress to allow me to remove the rapping. As I did I took a look about the bay to see a sight I couldn't believe. The atmosphere of the place had changed. There was more a feeling of togetherness with every recruit involved with others, but it wasn't the normal simple fucking. It was more a closeness and acceptance we were all looking for. Returning to James my eyes fall on that marvelously engorged dick of his. One hand goes up to grip and play with that sack of balls, filled with that juice I wanted so badly, and the other grasps the base of that dick. Slowly moving my hand up and down my mouth lowers to kiss the helmet sitting on the top of it. Sticking my tongue into the pee slit, James jerks with pleasure at the touch. Sliding down I swirl my tongue around his dick as it slips further into my mouth. Slowly up and down using as much suction as I can. Excitement building, increasing to unbearable levels. Up and down, James' breathing coming more and more in short gasps. God, that rigid poll tastes sooo good. His hands come down to hold my chin and pull me up to him. Oh, I don't want to leave that dick, but he says it's his turn. I slip out of my clothes and crawl into the rack. James started at my neck, kissing and nibbling his way down my body just as I had done to him. His mouth reaching my groin, he dives on my engorged dick taking it all in at once. I jerk as his teeth scrap accidentally against my sensitive rod. The warmth and suction of his mouth soon make up for the momentary pain his teeth caused. Raising my hips up from the bed I begin to hump his face with more abandon than before. My hands on the back of his head feeling the smoothness of his scalp, I really missed his beautiful red hair. His hand slips down between my legs to find my love hole and slowly inserts a finger. Sliding it in and out ever so slowly, it was driving me crazy. "Fuck! Man would ya just fuck me instead of playing around? I've got TA have ya in me now!" I practically screamed as that finger played inside me. James raised his head up slightly to grin at me, still holding the tip of my dick at his lips. Staring me in the eye, he suddenly thrusts a second finger in causing me to jump. His other hand was searching around for a bottle of lube so he could slide that throbbing muscle into me. "I can't find the lube. Do ya know where it is?" He asked after a few more moments. "Mines packed. What about yours?" I ask with his fingers still up my ass and my hips circling and thrusting about them. "Shit, mines packed to. What ya want to do now?" "Oh fuck it... Does anyone have some damn lube we can use so the bastard can fuck me?" I shout to the rest of the fucking and squirming recruits in the barracks. I don't know who it was, but someone threw a bottle to us and James quickly got busy. "Stand up.." He tells me as he pulls me from the rack, "I want to do it standing up." I stand up place my arms on the top rack and arch my back so that my butt is jutting out to allow him better access to it. My legs are spread as if I was being frisked for something. James moves up behind me and spreads me ass cheeks apart with one hand and rubs some lotion onto and into my ass ring. The tip of his dick, positioned at my opening, begins to push its way in. A slight ting of pain shoots through me as the tip invades my hole. Little by little his stiff pole slides in until I can feel those luscious balls brush mine. He stays for a moment while his mouth explores my neck; licking, sucking, and nibbling at it. I turn my head to reach his lips with mine as he begins his strokes. His dick pulls slowly out to the tip; the suction feels like my whole body is being turned inside out. Back in, the fullness returns. Out. In. Out. In. "Ooooh, shit aaaahhh, fuck. That's riigghht. Aaaah Fuuuck me. Fuck me!" I hear myself moaning as that massive pole plunges in and out of me. My ass is on fire as his gyrations increase is speed and power. My whole body shakes with every thrust inward. The bed bouncing back and forth, slowly sliding across the hard floor. A hand comes over one of my nipples, twisting a pinching at it while another hand finds its way to my overly hard pole to stroke it fiercely up and down matching the speed of the one in my ass. Opening my eyes I see four recruits on the next set of beds performing a very fascinating balancing act. Two are standing on the top bunk. The one in front being fucked and held in place by the other who has one arm around him and the other is holding onto the ceiling. The one being fucked is holding the hands of a third one whose legs are on the bed, but his ass is draped as far as possible over the edge. The fourth is helping to hold him in place while shoving his dick in and out of that dangling butt. I watch in amazement and wait to see which one falls first. James' rod is still pumping away driving me crazy and ever closer to explosion. I feel his cock start to throb, getting larger and larger as his release comes closer and closer. His breath coming short and quick, panting in my ear, he's getting close. The rack's still shaking with his every thrust forward. Here he is. With last powerful thrusts his breath catches. His arms clutched around me as his cock blows shot after shot of scolding hot cum shoots far into my bowels. I stoke my own meat as fast as I can. Excitement building to critical levels, I'm close too. A few more explosions from his dick. A few more stokes of my own. "Oooh, Shiiiit! IIII"mmm Aaaaahhh!" I explode with a tremendous force. Sperm flying across the narrow rack to hit the floor on the other side. His legs going limp James grabs me tighter to keep from falling as I grab the bed even more to prevent the same thing. We stand there hanging from the bed till our orgasms subside and we recover from the intensity of the sex. Once we regain our composure we both decide on a shower and then bed. Revelry comes at the same time as normal the next morning complete with the D. I. yelling orders to us and at us even though we are all still very worn out from our previous nights activities. One thing that was different though was that the Platoon Guide did not sleep in his rack, but instead he had spent the night in the duty hut with Sgt. Fisk. I guess that would explain why the Sgt. had a bit of a smile even as he yelled. We arrived at Edson Range on Camp Pendelton latter that morning. We occupied our time till lunch by stowing our gear in the new barracks and cleaning our rifles. The next two weeks were fairly quiet and non-stressful. They wanted us to do as good as we could at qualifying with the rifles that the D.I.'s didn't want us all stressed out. The only incident of interest that happened was just before we went to the live fire range on the second week. A recruit from another platoon tried to threaten me by saying he was going to shoot me because he didn't believe "fags" belonged in the Marines Corps. Well, the only thing I could say to that was to point out that we would all have live rounds. I guess he got my point since I'm here to tell the story. My platoon wound up having the most recruits to qualify expert, which is the highest you can qual. I even qualed as an expert myself. I was and still am very proud of that. Well, qualification was on a Friday and we left for the flied the following Monday. Now here I should point out that when I said we mostly "humped" , what that means is we loaded up our pack and started marching. So, on Monday we did just that. We put our packs on and went for a twelve-mile walk. No, it wasn't as leisurely as that sounds, it was really a pain in the ass or you could say in the feet really. For the next two weeks we would hump from camp to camp mostly to learn about the different weapons and to negotiate different obstacle type courses. My favorite of all activities we did was an infiltration course that was basically a long shallow pit that had barbed wire strung all across it. What we had to do was crawl from one end to the other, on our backs, without getting all cut up. We arrived there one afternoon dressed in full cammies, flack jacked, helmet, and the rest of our combat gear including our rifles. When we got there the pit was nothing but dirt, so we all thought it would be a piece of cake. What we didn't know was that there were three water trucks on the way to flood the entire pit. After they flooded it and we crawled through it there was not a single spot of our bodies that was not covered with mud, both outside our uniforms and inside. Even our pockets were filled with mud. It was great. After we all successfully completed the course we formed up and marched back to camp. It was dinner time when we got there so Sgt. Fisk passed out our MRE's, for those who don't know those are Meals Ready to Eat, and no they are not that great. In fact once you eat them it takes days for them to get out of you system and when they do watch out. Well, that night while the rest of the Company was cleaning their rifles, it seemed like we spent most of our time cleaning our rifles, Sgt. Fisk formed us up and marched us away from camp. To the surprise of us all we found ourselves back at the same infiltration course we had just left a short time earlier. This time, however, we were the only people there. The Sgt. formed us into columns of two and had us face inward so that we were facing who ever was beside us. I wound up facing recruit Robinson, I didn't know his first name at the time, a "dark green Marine", as we called African-Americans then. He was about 6' 3" tall with really handsome face and slender build. I was very pleased because I had been watching him for some time, but we seemed to always be involved with different clicks. The next command really took all of us by surprise. The Sgt.'s order was simply to "Suck 'em since you got'em". Looking at Robinson I said; "Do we got'em or do ya want some one else besides me?" I never heard an answer, since he just grabbed be and we were on the ground back in the mud. About a foot over my head was the first strand of barbed wire and we were wallowing in the mud together. His lips were full and luscious to kiss. Our tongues played with one another for a few moments as we struggled to remove our uniforms. Robinson had tiny curls of dark hair covering a small patch between his nipples and a full bush of dark course hair blanketing his groin. His dick was a fabulous nine inches long and very slender. His ass was perfect, two gorgeous half globes and very firm. A stomach you could use to literally was clothes on and a nice strong chest. The Sgt. teamed up with Shane for the evening, but before he started any thing he passed out some toys for us. Sgt. Fisk had truly come prepared. He walked down the line handing out inflatable didoes of every description among other things. Along with what the Sgt. passed out we all had our bottles of lube, that we always cared, and our complete combat gear: ammo belt, canteens, E-tools (small collapsible mettle shovels), and of course our rifles. I quickly found out that Robinson was into some things that I had never tried before, but had always wanted to. He asked me to stand up on my knees over him and piss on him. I asked him to say that again just to make sure, and he did. So I did what he wanted and spent the rest of the night doing whatever he told me to. As I kneeled over him holding my flaccid dick in my hand trying to force some piss out for him. Robinson lay there in the mud slowly stroking his dick with one hand and pinching his nipples with the other. After a lot of trying I finally was able to force a good strong jet of urine out. Just as I did he started to piss on himself while stroking his dick. God, it was such a turn on to see. After he finished pissing on himself though a thick stream of cum came shooting out as a loud moan escaped his lips. I thought things were ended there, until he recovered and threw me in the mud. As he jumped on top of me, pinning my legs over my head I knew I was in for the roughest sex of my life. "Just lay there ya little shit. You're my fuck toy for tonight and you better believe I'm going to FUCK! ya hard." He said with an evil grin I still remember and wish I could see again. Lying there on my back he took our cartridge belts and used them to lock my feet behind my head and then used my other belt to tie my arms to my sides. I was completely in his control and his mercy. He grabbed one of the bottles of lube and while spreading my opening with his fingers forced the top of the bottle in me. He must have put half the bottle inside my ass as I shivered from the coolness of the liquid. Two of his fingers came plunging inside with a force I was not used to. I tried to jump, but couldn't. I tried to yell in pain, but he just gagged me with his piss-covered underwear. I was absolutely powerless to do any thing. His fingers plunged in and out for a few times before he removed them and left me with emptiness I didn't like. My dick was beginning to stiffen when I felt something I had never felt. He took one of the canteens and inserted my dick into it, all the way to the base. Shit, the pressure from the hard plastic clamping down around my cock was too painful, and it kept growing trying to fill the whole bottle. He picked up a small butt plug from the mud and slipped it easily into me, and then left. Left me there squirming and writhing in pain/pleasure while he went down and joined a couple of others for a while. Just as I got used to my dick being inside that canteen, which was still filled with water, Robinson came back. He removed the plug and spread some lotion on his fingers again. Moving his hand to my hole he shoved two fingers in and finger fucked me for a while. Working his way up to three fingers then four. Slowly stretching me. God it was great. I was about to find out just what I was made of this night and just what could be put up my ass. As I adjusted to his fingers, all four of them, he removed them and reached for his rifle. After going thought the motions of clearing the rifle he rubbed the barrel with the hand that had been inside me. Placing the Flash Suppressor to my opening he pushed. The first few inches slipped in easily yet slightly painfully until I hit the handgrips. This took some time to get passed. He had to slide a couple of fingers along the barrel and pull me open enough for it to fit, but it did, about another three inches. Oh shit, I was almost ready to pass out from all this when the barrel started to slide in and out. Faster and faster the barrel went. I couldn't stand it much longer. In and Out it went as the canteen sloshed and pulled on my dick. "Aaah, Shiiit Iiii'm. Fuck! I'm cumming." I tried to scream in ecstasy, but the piss soaked underwear prevented a sound. After a while he removed the rifle only to replace it with his fingers again. All four at once occupied my butt again. He spun them and poked them. Spread his fingers wider and wider and me with them until he could get a finger from the other hand in with them. Five fingers now, all dancing a teasing my prostrate and driving me wild. In and out. Circling about and causing sensation I'd never felt before. He added some more lube and then another finger. Still stretching me. I was so full it was fabulous. The fingers started to gyrate again, faster and faster. The canteen still bouncing and clamping my cock. "Oh, shiiit. Here I go again. Shiit, aaaah, fuuuuuck!" I explode for a second time into that canteen of water. With that one a fist went fiercely into me. Punching my insides over and over again. Twisting and turning punch after punch. My dick never went limp the stimulation is to intense. More and more of his arm kept slipping in me too. Before I knew he was in to his elbow, still spinning and sliding in and out. I must have cum at least three or four more time before he was done with me. After he was able to get his arm in me up to the elbow he pulled out. Leaning up to me he placed his dick in my ass. I couldn't even feel that, but he just wanted to take another piss and that's what he did. Following his hot piss he emptied a full canteen in me as well. I just couldn't believe that my ass could take this. We must have been there in the mud for about three hours or more before he finally got done with me. Once he was about done torturing my poor ass he took one of the canteens and slid it into my ass like a butt plug and removed my piss stained gag so that he could fuck my mouth. His long dick tasted great after having that cotton in my mouth for so long. His massive dick fucked in and out of my hot lips. I sucked on it as hard as I could. Still having orgasm after orgasm in that bottle with my ass spread as far open as possible. It seemed to take him forever to cum this time. The Sgt. was finally my savior when he called for us to form it up so we could head back to camp. Robinson reluctantly untied me and after a few minutes the canteen slid off my dick. His last act of domination was to have me drink the canteen, which I did. The cum came out in wet globs, but it was the best drink I ever had.