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Arriving at the training base, I checked in with the officer of the day who assigned me to a barracks.

“You’ll be bunking temporarily upstairs in this building with a sergeant. We’re out of room in the barracks you’re suppose to be in.”

I grabbed my stuff, headed upstairs, and found my room. It was somewhat small, with two bunks, two closets, several chairs, a small couch, and a desk. There was a restroom off the room, but it looked as if several other rooms shared it. I took a piss and returned to the room to unpack.

Just as I was finishing arranging all my uniforms and other civilian clothes, a sergeant came into the room.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I guess I’m your new roommate, sergeant.” At least I didn’t have to call him sir.

“Ah … I don’t think so private.” He stormed out of the room, apparently heading downstairs to the officer of the day. Several minutes later, the sergeant returned and introduced himself.

“I guess this is a temporary thing, private. Sorry I snapped at you.”

“That’s okay sarge … you didn’t know. My name’s Cooper.”

The sergeant directed me to call him … well, sergeant. “What are you here for?”

I explained that I had been assigned to the base and would be taking a number of training courses, which I outlined for the sergeant. He explained he was an instructor of several of the courses I would be taking.

“You’ll probably be in some of my classes. Hey! You want to get some chow?”

The sergeant and I hiked over to the chow hall for dinner. Actually, he wasn’t such a bad guy … we had just gotten off on the wrong foot, so to speak. We used the time at the chow hall to get to know each other, and give each other our life stories. The sarge was a lifer, having served in the military for almost eight years. I would guess he was about 27 or 28 years old.

Returning to the barracks, the sergeant said he was going for a jog. “You want to come along?”

I decided to take the sergeant up on his offer. While he was changing into his running gear, I went to the restroom and took a crap. The sergeant said he’d meet me outside. I changed my clothes and headed downstairs, where the sergeant was waiting.

“Let’s go, private. I’m going to work your ass off!” The sergeant was very muscular and appeared to be in top condition. He took off like a rocket ship, and I followed. Actually, he wasn’t that hard to keep up with, since I was in reasonably good shape myself. The sergeant seemed to have a specific route around the base. We exchanged small talk as we continued on our run. After about five miles however, the sergeant said it was time to return to the barracks. Nightfall was nearly upon us.

Arriving back at the barracks, the sergeant collapsed on his bunk. I did the same. Both of us were breathing rather hard. After several minutes of rest, the sergeant said he was hitting the shower.

“Yeah … that’s probably a good idea,” I said, as I continued to lie on my bunk. The sergeant stood up, ripped off his clothes, dumped them on the floor, and headed towards the restroom with a towel wrapped around his body. I heard the shower go on, figuring I’d go when he was done. But then I thought there would be more than one shower, so I took off my running gear and headed towards the restroom.

What I hadn’t recognized before was the fact that there was a communal shower. No big deal, I figured. Walking into the shower, I nodded at the sergeant who had lathered himself up from head to toe. I couldn’t help but notice the sergeant was rather well endowed in the dick department. I also noticed he was void of any pubic hair.

“Pretty good run, huh private,” said the sergeant, as he continued to shower.

“Yeah … you do this everyday?” If so, he could do it without me.

“No … several times a week … no use killing myself.” The sergeant then started to cleanse his dick, moving his hand back and forth as if masturbating. I tried not to notice.

After about ten minutes in the shower, I rinsed off, grabbed a towel, returned to the room, put on some boxers, and crashed on my bunk. By now it was 2200 hours, and I wouldn’t mind getting some sleep. The sergeant however, continued with his shower for about another five minutes. Returning to the room, the sergeant was completely naked and had a hard on! He then planted himself in front of the full-length mirror, grabbed some dumb bells from his locker, and started flexing his arm muscles. Every once in a while, I’d take a peek at the sergeant, noting that his dick was still rock hard.

Suddenly, the sergeant turned around and put the dumb bells on the floor. He crashed on his bunk, still naked and hard.

“You mind if I jack off Cooper?” Now that caught me by surprise.

“Be my guest, sergeant.” What else could I say?

“So … you want to join me?” The sergeant had started to stroke his hairless dick.

“No thank you.” If I was indeed queer, so was everyone else in the military. The sergeant continued stroking his dick, slowly at first, and then faster. He started to breath rather hard. By now, I had rolled over and was drifting off to sleep.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” The sergeant was apparently enjoying himself. “Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!” Several minutes passed, with the sergeant continued to moan periodically. Suddenly, the sergeant spoke.

“Oh! Mother Fuck! Here it comes!” The sergeant had obviously unloaded. “Yeah!” And then there was silence. The light went out, and both the sergeant and I went to dreamland.

The following morning, I reported to the training center. A corporal gave me some material, together with the class schedule. It looked rather intense. Five classes every day of the week. My first class would be at 0900, followed by a new class every hour and one-half. There wasn’t even time to have a cigarette between classes.

The sergeant was my instructor for the last two classes of the day. It was somewhat difficult to take the sergeant serious, since all I could picture was him jacking off the night before. At 1630 hours, the class was dismissed. I headed off to chow with some of my fellow classmates, who were curious as to why I wasn’t in their barracks.

“No room, I guess …” That seemed to be a satisfactory explanation, although I noted that should room become available, I would be moving.

After chow, I returned to my room and started to study for the next day. About 1800 hours, the sergeant returned to the room.

“You aren’t really going to study that shit, are you?”

“Sure, sarge … how am I supposed to pass your tests?”

“Well … there may be a way. Hey! You want to go for a run?”

I said yes, so we both changed clothes and took of running. Returning to the room about 1930 hours, I returned to my studies while the sergeant took a shower. I figured I’d go later.

Just as I was starting a new chapter in “Fundamentals of Supply Management,” the sergeant exited from the restroom … completely naked and harder than a rock. Once again, he grabbed his dumb bells and began his exercise routine. I tried to concentrate on my studies.

About ten minutes passed, and the sergeant continued to flex his muscles in front of the mirror. Just as I was attempting to memorize some key statistics from the book, the sergeant dropped his dumb bells and turned around. He still had a hard on.

“As I said Cooper, you really don’t have to read that shit! I can make it fairly simple for you!”

“How’s that, sarge?” The sergeant had moved closer to me.

“Well … all you have to do is a couple favors.”

“Like what?” We were obviously playing cat and mouse games.

“For openers, you can suck my cock!” Somehow, I knew this was coming.

“Ah … I think I’d rather study the material.”

“Get a fuck’n life Cooper … I can teach you more in five minutes than that fuck’n book.”

“So what are you saying, sarge. I suck your dick and you pass my ass … is that it?”

“You got it, Cooper … smart guy!” I pondered my options. Suck the sergeant’s dick and forget about the material … or, don’t suck the sergeant’s dick and study me ass off. Somewhat of a difficult decision.

“Well … okay, but let’s not make a habit out of this.” I figured I’d be moving in a few days anyway, and besides, maybe the sergeant would return the favor. I hadn’t jacked off since leaving the motel. The sergeant stepped forward, as I remained seated on the small couch.

“Now suck my dick, private!” So I grabbed the sergeant’s still hairless cock and began giving him my best blowjob--might as well try to impress the instructor. The sergeant grabbed my skull with both hands and guided me onto his every growing cock.

“Yeah … suck it, private … suck it good!” I stopped for a moment, warning the sergeant not to cum in my mouth. “I’ll fuck’n kill you … understand?” The sergeant did not acknowledge my request, and shoved his dick back in my mouth. Several more minutes passed, and my mouth was getting sore. It was then the sergeant pulled out. His dick was extremely hard and sticking straight up, with the tip somewhat red. He backed off.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Cooper?”

“No … and I’m not about to start now.” The sergeant had crossed his arms, just standing there over his victim.

“I’m ordering you to take it up the ass.”

“I don’t think you can do that, sergeant.” He stepped forward, grabbed my head with both hands, and shook me several times.

“You’ll do what I say, you dumb shit. Don’t you understand the power I have over you?” Well, that I did understand. “Now get you fuck’n clothes off! And hurry!” Well, might as well get this over with. I stood up and stripped naked. The excitement of giving the sergeant a blowjob and resulted in the beginnings of a hard on myself.

“Assume the position, private!” I did as instructed, exposing my virgin ass to the sergeant. He stepped over to his locker, grabbed a condom and some lube, and prepared to fuck me.

Now, relax private … and it won’t hurt so much. The next thing I know, the sergeant shoved his greased up dick squarely up my asshole.

“Sarge … it hurts! Please!”

“Shut up, private … take it like a man!” Apparently the sergeant didn’t have much self-control since he pulled out within two or three minutes, ripped of the condom, and came all over my backside. He shoved me on my bunk and then used MY towel to wipe himself off.

“Thanks private … I needed that!” The sergeant then landed in his bunk, tossed a sheet over his body, and promptly fell asleep. I got up, took another shower, and jacked off in the process.

Several days later during a break in class, I was notified that I would be transferred to another barracks. So that evening, after chow, I returned to my room and started to pack. Just as I had finished up, the sergeant came in.

“Where the fuck you going, Cooper?”

“Transferred me to another barracks.”

“Ah … I don’t think so.” With that, the sergeant stormed out of the room, heading down to the officer of the day. Ten minutes later, the sergeant returned, looking somewhat proud of himself.

“You’re staying here, pal. I made the arrangements.”

“I don’t believe you, sergeant!” And I didn’t.

“Well then, why don’t you go talk to the officer of the day … asshole!” Well, I guess there was no need to do that … it’d be the sergeant’s ass if he were telling me a lie.

“Now get yourself unpacked. We’re going for a run.”

After the sergeant and I had did our requisite five-mile run, we returned to our room. It was now time to suck the sergeant’s dick and then take it up the ass. This schedule repeated itself on a daily basis. With ten weeks to go in training, I was going to be a full-blown queer by the time this was all over.

Then one evening, I decided enough was enough. After our run, I stripped off my running shorts, shirt, jock strap, and shoes. The sergeant had taken a seat on the couch, still breathing hard.

“What the fuck you doing Cooper?”

“Well sarge, it is time YOU sucked my dick!”

“I don’t suck dick, private … I’m a sergeant!” I stepped forward, grabbed his head with both hands, and shoved my cock into his face.

“Suck it, sergeant … or you’ll never have another blowjob from me again!” Because the sergeant was so out of breath from running, he immediately capitulated to my demand.

It was apparent the sergeant had sucked cock before … he was simply too good at it. Better than Goodman, if fact. Several minutes passed, as the sergeant continued to suck my cock. Should I cum in his mouth? That would probably piss him off.

Several minutes passed, as the sergeant continued to suck me off. I held my grip on his head, least he have any ideas about pulling off. My cock was getting harder, indicating that I was about to cum. Suddenly, I pulled back, grabbed my dick, and unloaded on the sergeant’s shirt.

“You asshole!” Look what you did!” I popped his head several times, turned around, and went to the shower. That should serve notice that I would not be taking his crap anymore. If the sergeant wants a blowjob or some ass, that’s OK, but he’s going to have to be a little more accommodative to me. As I was lathering up in the shower, the sergeant joined me.

“I guess you’re right, Cooper. I apologize.” I accepted the sergeant’s apology and we talked in the shower as if nothing had happened. Both of us finished at the same time and returned to our room. The sergeant gave me a break that night, but I think he was just worn out from servicing me.

The remainder of my training passed rather quickly. The sergeant made sure I graduated at the top of my class, although I felt a bit guilty the way I got there.

It was the last night on the base, before I would be sent to a command center in Oklahoma. As usual, the sergeant and I went for our run and returned to the room, again exhausted.

“So Cooper … you going to suck my dick for the last time?”

“Yeah … why not? I guess I owe you something.” The sergeant had also got me what he called a “cherry assignment” in Oklahoma. He’d been there before and had told me the angles.

So the sarge and I had our final fling that evening. He’d fucked me ass so many times, I thought for sure there was some damage back there, but he sergeant assured me there was none. “Just a nice hole, Cooper.” Yeah, right.

The next morning, I packed my bags and headed off to the airbase for a flight to Oklahoma. The sergeant was good enough to drive me there.

“Maybe we’ll run into each other again, Cooper.”

“Yeah … maybe.” We said our goodbyes at curbside … so here I was, off to another adventure.

Stay tuned for Part 3