This my first attempt at a story, so here goes. If you're underage, or if it's illegal where you're at or if you are not interested on guy on guy action please feel free to leave. If you read Part 1 it will be easier to keep with the story. Let me know if your still interested or have comments.
SPC IN CONTROL? -- 2
Ryan Black was a regular 19 year old guy from a smaller town in western Texas. He was the quarterback in high school. He was 6'1", 185 lbs; he had blue eyes, short blond hair and turns eyes walking down the street. He was lean and all muscle from the football two a day practices and from the extra time that he spent in the gym. He had six pack abs and defined pecs and guns on both arms. He drove an older chevy truck which was lifted and could hold its own in any mudding compitetion. Ryan had his share of girls in school and even had a current girl, Debbie. She was your typical hot cheerleader, go figure. Right out of high school, Ryan decided to join the Army. The war on terrorism was still going on and the United States still had a lot of troops in Iraq. Debbie was pissed that Ryan had not shared this decision with her. She thought they had a future together and then he went and did this. Ryan joined the Army as an Infantryman. A common ground pounder, or grunt or so the Army called them. From the first day of basic PVT Black had no problem with the physical part of training, he had a problem with the drill sergeants and the control they had.
Last night, Ryan was in the shower when the guy that was getting chaptered for saying he was gay was on fire watch. Ryan experienced his first, blow job from that guy last night. PVT Johnson was feeling his balls and fingered Ryan's hole all before Ryan even new what was happening. Ten minutes later Ryan had just had the best blow job of his young life. And another guy had been the one to give it too him. Shit what was this about? Was he gay now? It was all Ryan could think about the rest of the night. PVT Tim Johnson was processed out the every next day and Ryan never seen him again. Ryan did however, think about that blow job for the last five weeks of basic training. It was the best he had ever received, but he didn't persue it, because of the Army's, don't ask, do tell policy. Ryan really wanted to stay in the Army, but there was this craving now. Planted in the back of his mind. Could he really control it?
Whithin a few weeks PVT Ryan Black had graduated from basic training and been assigned to his first duty station. Good old Fort Hood, Texas. He packed his bags and got to head towards home to Texas. Ryan's parents and girlfriend Debbie were thrilled with that. Because it ment that he would be able to come home more often. Ryan stepped off the plane in Killeen, Texas and was met by the Replacement Detatchment SGT. He was glad that someone was there to pick him up. He thought he might get lost. Little did he know, that noone can get lost in Killeen. He got on post and found out the he was being assigned to a Unit that was already in Iraq. This was good news to PVT Black, but not to his family and friends. They would get over it, this it what Ryan wanted anyways. A chance to go to Iraq and serve his country. Ryans' unit issued him all the extra gear he would need in the following couple of weeks and then he was on another plane headed to Iraq. His unit was in Baghdad, so that was his final destination. Before Ryan left, he bought a few items for himself, since he was out of basic now and was allowed some personal stuff to take with him. He got a laptop computer, it was a good one, as well as an Ipod, so he could listen to his music.
Once in country, PVT Black was moved to his unit in the heart of Baghdad. He met his new squad leader , platoon sergeant, platoon and eventually squad. They seemed to be a good bunch of guys. They started right away bringing him up to speed on what was happening and wat he would be doing. PVT Black when on his first platrol his tenth day in country. He was getting acustomed to what he would be doing. For the new guy. He worked about 12 hours a day. They lived in trailers that have three rooms in them. The rooms were 12x12 and he shared his with a squad member, SPC Smith, Jimmy Smith. He was a guy that had been in the Army about two years, but this was his first deployment as well. Ryan lucked out, there was wireless internet on his pad, where is trailer and room was. He just had to pay for the month service fees. Since it was a personal computer. He was glad that he bought a computer with a wireless card in it. He hoped it worked. He fired his laptop up and he did get a connection it was awesome. Now he could stay in touch with Mom and Debbie back home on a daily basis. In minutes he was online checking email and writing his mom and Debbie to let them know he was ok and that the email was problably the easiest way to communicate. And that he would check it daily. He could even IM with yahoo. His IM was working as well, this was cool.
It was on PVT Ryan BLacks' fifteenth day in country that Ryan was online at midnight in his room bored and could not sleep when he first went to the gay chat rooms. He decided he would just chat it out and see if anyone would talk to him. He entered the chat room as "Youngguylikescontrol". He didn't chat on the mainpage, but a couple guys IM'd him, but they weren't interesting and left after two or three IM lines. Then came the IM:
MasterType - 39 m top master type, 6'3" 200 lbs 7 1/2" cut cock, into control..your stats and asl?
Youngguylikescontrol - 19 m straight type 6'1" 185 lbs 8" cut fasinated with the control thing, I have been in control my whole life
MasterType - you ready to give up control to me boy?
Youngguylikes control - I dunno?
MasterType - I read your profile boy....I know your in the Army and in Iraq.....you put that on your page.....I am too if your really ready for some control your first step is to send me a pic to my e-mail boy, you have until tomorrow - DO IT BOY! Then be on here same time tomorrow night boy.
MasterType - Night Boy!
Shit, shit shit, Ryan thought to himself. What was this about. He looked down and his cock was hard as a rock. SPC Smith was the other side of the room snoring loudly. Ryan pulled down his boxer briefs and started stroking his cock thinking about the instant messages that he just got. He grabbed a sock and shot his load, bigger then shit into the sock. What was he doing to do? He saved MasterType as a friend and then shut off his computer. That was the first time he had jacked off since he had been in Iraq. What was that about?
More to follow.....if your interested.....Ryans now in Iraq. Think he really needs a master? Send comments to chadm97702@yahoo.com.