The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a condom. It is especially rewarding to receive comments and suggestions from readers. Send them to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com
Virgin Army Boy Deflowered -- Chapter 2
"It's me Rolf! Open up bro! I've come to collect!" The deadbolt clanked and Sarge opened the door just a crack to make sure that Rolf was alone, then opened it a bit more, enough to barely let Rolf enter. He quickly closed and reset the deadbolt.
Rolf said, "Damn bro its dark in here, turn on a light or light a candle or something."
Sarge said, "Mother-Fuck, we must have fallen asleep." He flipped on a small reading light sitting on his desk. He was rubbing his eyes when he said, "Give me a minute or two bro, at the moment I'm stupefied, my brain isn't working yet!" Michael was sitting up off his back slightly supported by his elbows, looking as though he was in nana land sporting a full boner, sticking straight up in the air dripping with pre-cum as Rolf's eyes adjusted to the low light in the room enough to see Michael in full display.
Rolf commented, "Ain't he something alright, a real looker! Just look at the juice flowing from the cracker's dick. Not a bad size either, for a white boy! How's his cock-sucking abilities Sarge?"
"Fuck bro, he's a natural, learned to take all my 12" in one easy lesson after I got some Wild Turkey down him, we smoked a couple of joints, and the Ecstasy I gave him kicked in a bit. He's hot and ready to take all the way now to pussy-boy status. You got my $85 bro?
"Sure enough, a deal's a deal buddy." He pulled out a large roll of greenbacks he had rubber banded and stuffed in his coat pocket, slid the rubber band off the wad, counted out $85 and handed it to Sarge. He rolled up and re-banded the wad and returned it to his coat pocket and remarked, "Damn did I fleece them white boys of there money tonight bro. The dice were good to me tonight. I got me better than $250 in that wad of cash, and would have had damn near twice that, except bro Jerald from E Company came along after you two left. That mother-fucker hit a winning streak and ended up with about another $180 that should have been all mine."
Rolf stepped over to Mike and ran a hand through his soft golden hair and said, "Damn he is one hot looking cracker bro. I'll take any part of him you're willing to share with me after I collect what you already owe me. Fuck, I should have held out for a piece of his fine cracker ass too along with the blow job. Damn bro, just lookin at the bitch givin me a boner!" His hand went to his crotch and readjusted himself before taking his coat off and throwing it in the corner, kicking off his boots, pulling his wife beater off over his head, dropping his fatigues along with his army issue whites and tossed them all into the pile.
He swiftly jumped up onto the bed with Mike and was all over the kid in a flash, licking, sucking nipples and rubbing himself all over the boy. Then he flipped Mike over on his stomach, spread his legs out wide and buried his face between the awesome buns lapping his tight pink rosebud. He lifted his face up and looked over at Sarge and said, "He's all slick back here, but tighter than a drum. Ain't you fucked him yet man?"
"Meant to Rolf, but guess we fell asleep before I got to it. I'm pretty fucked up too myself, a little too much Wild Turkey maybe."
"Well Sarge, Good! I'll just be warming him up for you then bro. He's pretty tight down here, sure to be a virgin, but old magic tongue will have him all loosened up for you lick- ah-de-split. Damn man, he smells good, taste even better -- not a hair one down here and nice and clean. Is that Mary Jane I smell in here -- sure smell like that to me bro? "
Sarge answered, "Yea, I scored some off base earlier after we got paid this morning along with a bottle of amyl nitrate and some Ecstasy pills. The pot not bad shit, but I've had much better. I haven't tried the amyl, plan to use it on the kid to really get that pussy gyrating on my dick once I get him opened up. If you can tear yourself away from that tasty muffin, I'll share a couple reefers with you bro."
"Give me a few minutes yet bro; this is way too tasty a morsel to abandon until I get my tongue inside this tight rosebud and get me a good taste of his sweet nectar. It smells like Irish Spring, tastes like walnuts, licorice and someone's pre-cum so far. Mmmm, this one is extra special -- nice and sweet, smooth as glass, soft like a baby ass and the prettiest pink as you could ever want! What a rush!" He continued to work on Mike until the little guy was moaning and raising his ass up pushing it hard against Rolf's face. Rolf's head popped up and announced, "I'm in bro and the coast is clear as far as this magic tongue will reach." He dove back in and really began munching in the honey pot. He rose up again and declared, "He's beginning to dilate, but he's definitely a virgin and is going to take a lot of lube and pre-cum to get him ready for the plunge with that monster dick of yours. Woof! I think I'm ready for a little smoke now. A shot or two of that there Wild Turkey would be great too buddy, if you're in the giving mood tonight!" He flipped Mike back over on his back, popped a sloppy kiss on his lips and hopped off the bed.
Mike moaned, "Why did you stop doing that Sarge, it felt really great?" When he took a better look at Rolf in the dim light he declared, "You aren't Sarge! Who are you anyway?" He paused looking at Rolf a moment. "Oh yea, I know who you are. You're Rolf, the guy that won all my pay, but that's alright because Sarge is going to take care of me and let me suck his big dick some more. You know, he taught me to swallow it and I loved it. He tastes really good like creamy yogurt. You want me to suck your cock; he said I was a natural cock-sucker? You're a real looker too, but not really, really handsome like Sarge and your cock definitely not as big as his either, but way bigger than mine. I'd like to see it nice and hard. You get it hard and I'll suck it for you. Would you like that, huh Rolf?" Mike was talking louder than normal and slurring his words.
Rolf piped up, "Put a cork in it Mikie! You're rambling like a drunken bitch in heat! You'll get some of this nigger's dick later honey -- not to worry!" He turned to Sarge who was sitting in the dark lighting up a joint and said, "I think your honey has had just a bit too much Wild Turkey tonight; maybe a few hits on that joint will calm her down a bit before she wakes the neighborhood with her drunken ramblings."
Sarge jumped to his feet and stepped out of the dark up to the bed and back handed Mike across the face gently to get his full attention, "Now shut the fuck up Baby, or I'll gag you with my dirty stinking socks and put you on latrine duty with the other fuck ups come Monday morning." He stuck the joint between Mike lips and told him to take a good long hit and hold it in his lungs as long as he could. He waited for the kid to exhale and breathe for a minute. He put it to Mike's lips and told him to do it again, then turned, took a big hit off it and passed it to Rolf and said, "Finish it off bro." He poured Rolf a shot of Wild Turkey. After Rolf finished off the reefer clasped in the clip, he downed the straight shot of Wild Turkey.
Out of the corner of Sarge's eye he saw Mike was slowly stroking himself. He quickly stepped over to the bed and pulled the kids hand from his dick and glared down at him and said, "Didn't I tell you that you couldn't do that until I said you could Baby? Now keep your hand off your dick and calm down!"
Mike wined, "Yes Sarge, I think I forgot -- but I'm really horny and need to cum or something. I'm all nervous and my insides are on fire, even my ass is twitching where Rolf was licking and sucking. Please help me calm down Sarge, be near me! Hold me! I've never felt this way before. What's wrong with me?"
Sarge smiled down at Michael, leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips and said, "It's the Ecstasy pill doing its thing to make you real horny Babe! Don't you worry, Rolf and I are going to fix you right up and make you feel real good soon." He turned his head to Rolf and said, "The timings perfect -- Cherry Picking Time has arrived! Get up here bro and warm him up again."
Rolf responded, "Gladly! Won't take much more and he will be in the zone and his ass itching and pulsating with the need for something bigger than my tongue and fingers. You sure you don't want your buddy here to brake him in for you first?"
"Fuck, no way Rolf, I've been waiting to do this for way to long already. No more cat and mouse games. His cock teasing days, wiggling his hot ass around us are over. I've been having dreams about this unveiling for weeks. You're going to keep him quiet with that black skin flute like I promised you while I pop his cherry ass. Maybe later I'll let you have sloppy seconds, if you keep him good and quiet and he is moaning for more ass play after I drop my seed in him and Bust his Cherry."
"Oh great Sarge, you know I'll keep him quiet, you just gave me the incentive. A blow- jobs great, but riding that bubble butt would be fucking fantastic buddy."
"Now help me slide the bed out away from the wall about two feet so we can work him together from both ends," Sarge said. The three-quarter bed sat high off the floor, a perfect height for tall guys. It slid easily, even with Mike aboard. Sarge continued, "I'll set this lube, the amyl, this towel and clean pair of sock on the bed where we can reach them. Now get your black ass up there and do your thing again while I light up another joint for us. Get him all warmed up real good, dilated and well lubed so I can go pearl diving."
"Yes Boss Man!" Rolf jumped up on the bed, flipped Mike over on his stomach, spread his legs apart and went back in with his magic tongue again as Sarge stepped back to the desk and rolled few joints.
Sarge was soon back standing at the edge of the bed with another lit reefer in his mouth. He started sharing it with both Mike, by holding his head up and turning it so he could toke, and putting it to Rolf's lips every time he came up for a breather. When the last of the joint was gone, Sarge lifted Mike's head up to the side and let him suck on the head of his dick getting it dripping with pre-cum and hard again.
It didn't take long and Michael had his ass raised up slightly in the air, moaning softly, wanting more tongue, more slick fingers in him with deeper penetration. Rolf removed his face and was pumping and spinning four long fingers in the boy's pulsating honey pot when he eventually pulled them out and spoke.
"Sarge, he's as ready as he's going to get for the master's touch." Sarge pulled his dick from Mike's mouth, and passed it over to Rolf who lubed it up well and the two moved Michael crosswise on the bed with his legs up in the air. Sarge slipped between the legs, lifted them up on his shoulders and Rolf guided Sarge's huge cock to the cavern entrance, lining the head up for the big plunge. Rolf quickly scurried around to the other side of the bed and fed his cock into Michael's mouth, readjusting the boy's head so it laid back over the edge of the bed at a perfect angle to slide his expanding cock right in and easily deep throat the boy. He gave Sarge the high sign to go ahead holding Mike's head tightly between his thighs, balls resting over nose and eyes to keep him in place and quiet.
Sarge suddenly lunged right from his hips and his huge purple cock-head popped through the sphincter muscle in one quick move. The head was in alright, but Mike stiffened and began to convulse. Sarge stopped right there. The boy tried to scream out his pain and shake himself free from their clutches. His efforts were futile. The tears rolled from his eyes and a sudden look of horror spread over his face. Rolf had Mike's mouth stuffed with cock to keep him from screaming, trying to calm the boy by stroking his head and wiping the tears from his eyes with a clean sock. After a minute or so the boy began to relax around what must have felt like a red hot poker or fireball had entered him. Sarge began the slow descent into the tight burning cavern. Little by little, he worked more and more into the boy as Rolf kept the boy occupied sucking on his cock. The boy was trembling and sweat was forming on his extremities as little by little Sarge fed more of his black meat into the tight orifice.
Suddenly, almost like magic, Michael's eyes brightened, and he let out a little moan looking up into Rolf's eyes. He began to rotate and hump his buns, a sure sign that Sarge had made contact with the boy's hard little walnut and it was beginning to feel good. The Sarge rotated his cock-head on the spot for awhile, then gradually worked the remaining length of his 12 inches into the boy's bottom and began to rotate, knead and loosen up the boy's tight virgin honey pot. Soon he was taking short strokes, gradually increasing their length until he was working the entire black veined shaft from cock-head down to his pubes, in and out, rubbing and massaging Michael's hard little walnut.
Rolf was actively pumping his full ten inches down the boy's throat. Mike was spewing copious amounts of pre-cum all over his own stomach and chest moaning with excitement. It didn't take very long and the three were lusting and having the time of their life sharing with each other the pleasures of the flesh. All three were in the zone -- time had stopped -- emotions were high -- their fluids were boiling and about to erupt.
Rolf was the first to stiffen, shudder and shoot. He pumped two shots of baby makers down the boy's throat directly into his stomach, pulled his cock-head back into the boy's mouth and unloaded the balance into his mouth. The large volume of jizz oozed from the corners of his mouth, ran down his jaws and drop as a web to the floor. Rolf kept his dick in Michael's mouth to guarantee his silence.
Michael was the second to tremble with excitement, experiencing his very first anal orgasm covering himself from chin and chest with his own sweet nectar. As the boy's sphincter muscle pulsated around Sarge's massive endowment enjoying this first anal orgasm, Sarge could hold his climax back no longer. His legs began to tremble and shudder. His whole body stiffened as he buried his cock into Michael bottom and was virtually milked of his hot nigger jizz by the kid's throbbing anus muscles.
Michael's pussy-lips continued to throb, beat and pulsate with the rhythm of his quickened heartbeat along the long black shaft of the Sarge's huge cock, keeping him hard, excited and lusting for more of the awesome white ass. There was no holding back as Sarge began to fuck the boy a second time. Rolf kept putting the bottle of amyl-nitrate to the nose of both Michael and the Sarge, sending them into periods of uncontrollable spasmodic undulations until they both had one orgasm after the other.
Sarge finally was able to clear his head enough to utter, "Enough Rolf, I can't take any more!" Rolf stopped administering the amyl and Sarge pulled his cock from Mike, lay across the bed and slowly came down from his high as his blood pressure returned to normal. Michael legs were now down over the edge of the bed, but he was still undulating and rolling his ass against the towel Rolf had thrown under his ass to catch any jizz that might seep from his well dilated anus.
Sarge was dripping wet with perspiration, as was Michael. Rolf was standing watching them both, yet sporting a big boner again. Sarge got to his feet and slowly hobbled to the desk, grabbed a cigarette and the lighter and flopped in the chair and lit it up. He spread his legs out wide in front of himself and watched Michael and Rolf. Rolf was looking down at Michael slowly stroking himself and running his fingers through Michaels golden locks admiring the beautiful boy. Michael was still humping his buns against the mattress, moaning and trying to reach for Rolf's boner with one hand with open mouth. The fingers on his other hand were pinching and pulling on his nipples.
Rolf looked over at Sarge and asked, "How about letting me fuck him now Sarge. He's still humping his buns, grabbing for my hard cock and horny for some more action?"
Sarge gave Rolf a big smile and said, "Here's the deal bro. You give the kid back his $59 dollars and I'll let you fuck him, but every time you want to screw him in the future it is going to cost you $20 and $10 for a blowjob. Take it or leave it buddy."
"Well you Mother Fucker! That's how you repay your bro - the buddy that helped you set the kid up earlier. He wouldn't be here now if it weren't for me!"
"Like I said bro, take it or leave it! That's the discounted price I'll be giving my buddies and special friends. I could charge you full price for this choice beef, and haven't I shared my liquor and pot with you tonight already. I'd say you're getting off cheap bro."
Rolf looked down at Michael's luscious body and watched him for a minute or so, then said, "OK Sarge, you got a deal, but don't expect too get off this cheap next time you want to pull another honky white ass into your web." He came around from the other side of the bed and retrieved his roll of cash from his fatigue jacket, counted out the $59 and put it on the desk, rolled and put the rest back in his jacket and tossed it back into the pile.
Rolf was on Michael in a flash, rolling him over on the bed lengthwise on his stomach. He climbed behind Michael, held his head down against the bed and lifted his ass up with the other until the boy was in the doggie position. He placed the towel on the bed under the boy to catch any mess he might make and entered him in one swift motion. He fucked the kid like there was no tomorrow, slowing when he started to get close to climax, speeding up when he came back down. He grabbed the amyl and gave both Michael and himself a good whiff of the strong smelling liquid and they both went into convulsive muscle spasms, pounding, pulsating and beating against each other until they both reached a roaring climax. Michael went flat over the bed, Rolf covering him with his sweaty body as he nibbled and sucked on his neck, shoulders and earlobe.
Sarge piped up, "Don't you be putting any marks on my boy bro. You got what you came here for; so get your nigger ass off him, get dressed and get the fuck on your way now. It's after midnight and time for his hot shower and beauty rest."
Rolf dressed and left in total silence. Sarge got Michael on his feet, grabbed a couple of towels, wrapped them around them, grabbed a bar of soap and marched Michael down the hallway the short distance to the bathroom and into the large shower stall. Sarge was hung over pretty bad and not in a playful mood, but Michael was still full of piss and vinegar, the Ecstasy obviously still working on him. As Sarge had him under the hot steaming water trying to wash them both, Michael was constantly trying to grab Sarge's cock and play with it. Sarge finally got discussed with the kid and gave him a couple of hard smacks on his ass and told him to cool it. It only turned Michael on more. The kid dropped to his knees and sucked up Sarge's cock quicker than lightening and Sarge's cock responded immediately. He got a raging hard-on again quickly and succumbed to the pleasure.
Sarge backed himself up against the wall with the warm water flowing down over them both and let the kid suck him off, spewing another big load down Michaels throat. While he was still semi-hard he lifted Mike up, turned him around and entered him. He worked his dick into the kid's bottom and slowly fucked him as he jacked the kid off and made him cum a big load down the tiled shower wall. He continued pumping as he jacked Michael through two more orgasms. Michael's fourth climax proved to be a dry orgasm. Sarge cleaned up the kid and the mess, rinsed, dried and returned them to Sarge's room.
Sarge pulled the covers back on the bed and ordered Michael into bed. He told him to calm down, relax and go to sleep. He really wanted to send the kid back to his own bed in the barracks, but he didn't know what the kid would do if on his own until he was himself again. Sarge paced the floor smoking a couple of cigarettes before he finally put things back in order in the room watching Michael, hoping he would drop off to sleep before he was finished. Finally Mike seemed to be asleep, so he turned off the light and crawled in behind, spooning him and quickly dropped off to sleep.
When Sarge awoke and looked at the clock it was going on to 7am, Michael was gone as were the boy's clothing. He rushed to dress and went to see if Michael was in his own bed in his cubicle. No Michael. He rushed down to the dining room just before they closed it down. It was almost empty except for a few guys together talking at the front of the room seated together. He looked at the very back and there was Michael alone, his back to him, eating breakfast. Sarge grabbed a tray, loaded up some breakfast, grabbed a cup of coffee and walked the full length of the dining room and sat directly across from Michael.
Michael looked up, saw Sarge, and immediately looked back down into his tray of food and said, "I'm not talking to you after what you and Rolf did to me last night. Just go away and leave me alone. I'm so sore I can hardly sit down. Fuck you both Sarge!"
Sarge whispered, "Not so loud Baby, but you know you loved it. You had the time of your life Baby! Here, I have something for you." He pulled the $59 from his pocket and set it down in front of Michael. "See, I even got your pay back from Rolf Baby Cakes. I know you like me and in a couple of days your bottom will be as good as new and you will be back for more loving. Now look up at me and give me a big smile Baby. You know you're real special to me."
Michael never said another word to Sarge, just continued eating his breakfast, occasionally looking up watching the Sarge shoveling his food down to catch up with Michael. Sarge handed his empty coffee cup to Michael and told him to get him a refill. Michael hesitated for a moment, then reached across and took the cup from Sarge, rose and returned with a refill for the Sarge and another glass of hot chocolate for himself. Sarge could see from the way he walked and especially when he sat back down that the kid was obviously quite sore. Michael looked into Sarge's eyes and started to say something, quickly looked down and began to fill up emotionally. A slow trickle of tears ran down his face for a moment. He wiped them with a napkin, took another taste from his hot chocolate and just sat there staring at Sarge. Not a word was exchanged. Sarge just put his hand across the table and pressed it over Michael's and squeezed it gently.
When they were finished, returning their trays to the dishwasher's window, Sarge put his arm on Michael's shoulder and said, "Come up to the room Baby and I'll put some ointment on your sore bottom and give you a valium. The ointment will help take the pain away and the valium will calm your nerves and make you feel better!"
"Well OK, but no more fooling around with my bottom. You promise Sarge?"
"Sure, no more fooling around with it for a few days baby. I'll get your bottom all feeling better and take you to a Sunday afternoon matinee in Tacoma this afternoon. We will get out of the barracks and you will feel much better. No more tears now Baby. Everything is going to be just fine. You'll see!"
"Well, let's see how I feel after you put the ointment on me. Right now all I want to do is curl up and die somewhere."
"Don't talk like that Baby. I'll have you all fixed up and feeling better in no time."
When they got in Sarge's room he had Michael lower his fatigues and lean over the edge of the bed. He spread his legs and checked out his pink rosebud. It was red, swollen, puffed and still a bit dilated. He grabbed the ointment from his locker and spread a gob with his finger over the rosebud. Michael flinched, but let him rub it gently over the inflamed and swollen area. He gradually worked a large amount down inside Michael's anus. It felt cool and soothing to Michael as he began to relax, the pain and burning began to subside.
After Sarge wiped his fingers clean on a towel he grabbed a Valium pill from a plastic prescription container. He placed it in Michael's mouth. He grabbed full bottle of spring water and handed it to Michael and said, "Down the hatch Babe. It will calm you down and make you feel better. Now go down to your cubicle and nap on your bed for awhile. I'll come by and awaken you about lunch time. You can change into some civilian clothing and we will do lunch together, then we will take off to catch a matinee in Tacoma." He pulled Michael into his strong arms, planted his lips over Michael's and gave him a long juicy French kiss and headed him through the doorway and down the hallway to the barracks and bed.
Sarge led Michael to the last row at the very top of the second tier level in the movie theatre. The valium had kicked in and Michael was calmed and somewhat spaced out watching the movie with his head laid over on Sarge's shoulder when Sarge opened up his pants and pulled out his big black pecker and placed Michael's hand over the head and gently squeezed his fingers around the shaft. He held Mike's hand in place and slowly started working the loose skin up and down over his cock head. Soon Michael was jacking him without any assistance from Sarge, so he removed his hand and let Michael continue on his own.
Sarge whispered, "Get on your knees baby and lean over and suck it!" As Michael dropped into the tight space to his knees Sarge scooted down in his seat giving Mike better access to his black beauty. It was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum and Mike was licking it up as if it were a big chocolate ice cream cone. He couldn't get much more than the head and a couple of inches in his mouth at the awkward angle, but Mike was working his tongue around the glands, licking up the steady flow of pre and jacking it with his hand. It wasn't long and Sarge let out a moan and began approaching a climax.
Sarge whispered dirty talk to Michael, affectionately calling him his pretty cocksucker and hot pussy-boy. When Sarge couldn't hold back any longer he held Michaels mouth firmly down over his cock-head and whispered, "Here it comes, eat it Baby!" Michael gobbled Sarge's juicer down, licked his lips and creamed his own shorts in the process, as he had been rubbing his crotch against Sarge's leg all the time he was sucking Sarge's big chocolate creamy yogurt producer. Sarge pulled his pants up, buttoned and told Michael to go to the bathroom and clean himself before his cum soaked through his shorts and soaked through to the front of his pants.
After they left the movie theatre, Sarge drove through an old neighborhood of Tacoma that was pretty run down. He pulled up in front of an old two story Victorian that looked like it needed a lot more repairs than a coat of fresh paint. Sarge turned to Michael and said, "I've got to pick up a few items from the dude that lives here. You wait in the car; I shouldn't be more than a few minutes. He eventually came back with a bag full of stuff and put it on the floorboard behind the driver's seat. They drove off heading for the base. They arrived just in time for the chow line to still be open serving dinner. After eating they went back to the car and retrieved the bag and went up to Sarge's room. Sarge set the deadbolt again and Mike asked him if he could rub more ointment on his sore bottom. Completing that task, Sarge broke another Valium pill in half and had Mike take it with a few gulps from the bottled water. The heat coming off the radiator had the room very toasty, so Sarge removed his shirt, pants, shoes and socks, hung them in his locker and told Mike to strip down to his tidy whites and they laid on the bed and after making out for a couple of minutes, Michael nestled up against Sarge and made a little moan. Sarge put an arm up behind his head like he had before and moved Michael's face into his armpit. Mike snuggled in closer and sniffed the strong scent then started slowly licking and sucking up the heavy moisture. He whispered, "Oh Sarge, your smell makes me tingle inside." Sarge tweaked the boy's erect nipples with the fingers and soon they were both asleep.
A series of knocks on the door brought Sarge awake. He rubbed his eyes, slowly got to his feet and sauntered to the door wondering who the fuck would be knocking at his door at this hour on a Sunday night. He asked, "Yea! Who's there and what do you want?"
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