Two Weeks Active Duty

This is the kind of Army training you only wish you could get.
Hot -- hard -- heavy duty.
Stand at easy, sucker!

When I first joined the unit I'd been real happy to get assigned to Cap's office staff, 'cause he was such a looker. But, my early interest died on the vine, quickly. He was too Army, too married, too straight laced. Not that I didn't have hot steamy wet dreams about him. The most frequent was the one where I fell asleep exhausted on my bunk to wake with a roaring hard on and Cap slurping away. Damn it felt good. Even when I'd wake up before the dream was over and have to finish myself off with a fast fist job in the john.

Then I sort of forgot about Cap as an object de lust. I met Sgt. Brown. He was big, crude and gruff. He also was muscle bound and hairy as hell. We played grab ass a couple of times inside the motor pool garage. He wanted more. I thought I did too. I agreed to meet him early one afternoon when we both were able to get free. We joined up behind the mess hall. Sarge lead me gently off into the woods. Once we were alone he showed his true colors.

Sarge grabbed me in his now familiar playful bear hug. But, this time he wasn't playing. He crushed the air out of me and then threw me to the ground. Dazed I felt him undo my fatigues and strip my ass bare. Then he was fucking me. No playing around; just raw naked lust tearing into my ass, shafting me wide and deep.

It hurt. I lay on my side, doubled up in pain, hugging my gut. The son of a bitch had had his way and just left. If If it took forever I was going to get him back, some how, some way. If I didn't die first. Tears started from the combination of pain and humiliation. How could I have been so stupid, naive, trusting. Oh, damn. I was dead. Breathing heavy with my mouth open, I kept from moving. The sun, filtered through the pine boughs overhead, sent hundreds of miniature blazing spotlights on me. Here he is, the dumb ass. Look at him. Laugh at him.

Late that afternoon I staggered into the barracks, sore as hell and walking gingerly. No one was around except Buddy, flaked out on his bunk. I spent an hour in the shower, scrubbing, scrubbing, getting Sarge off me. Every place he had touched me felt dirty. Was dirty. I scrubbed some more.

Spent, I fell on my bunk, slipped under the sheet and drifted into a fitful, uneasy sleep.

There he was, down at the far end of the range, chewing ass on the team assigned to spot the targets. I could blow the top off his head from here. Tightening the sling I lowered my sights. Steady. Inhale. Squeeze. He went spinning , blood streaming like air rushing from a punctured balloon. He tumbled, rolled forward, stood up and started walking toward me. I fired again, and again. He was laughing. Just like this afternoon -- a low, malevolent rumble filled the air. He stopped right in front of my firing stake, reached down and jerked the rifle out of my hands. Grabbing me under my arms, he hauled me up.

Everyone else had melted away. We were alone. I was struggling to get away too, kicking, pounding on him with my fists. He had me in that crushing bear hug, tighter, tighter. I couldn't get any air, just like this afternoon. I opened my mouth to scream. He pressed him mouth tight over mine, sucking out my last breath.

Fuck. I was responding to him. I hated him. But, my body began to shake. I felt a boner growing, dueling with his. Every place his flesh pressed against me was burning. One giant hand rested on the back of my head, grinding our lips together, muffling my cries. The other had moved down, stroking my back, making me shiver, reaching, folding one cheek in its firm grasp, fingers digging in, squeezing hard.

Twisting and turning I tried to pull away from that hand. It had crabbed its way between my buttocks, pressing me against him, fingers searching, rubbing. With one sweep of a stocky leg he tumbled me to the ground and pounced, pinning me beneath him, tearing at my clothes. No, not again, no. Screaming a denial, I sat up swinging wildly, fighting for my life, my sanity.

There was a loud crack, my head snapped around, the side of my face stinging. Cap was standing there, his arm still held across his chest where the swing had taken it. His face was stern, yet fear and concern lit his eyes.

"Buddy couldn't wake you. He got me. Sorry." He reached out and touched my face where he had slapped me. "You were having a nightmare, going wild. Something wrong? Anything I can do?"

I was damn glad I had crawled under that sheet. It was embarrassing enough that Cap was here. Shit, had I said anything? Had Cap seen I was all hot and hard? He wasn't looking at me strangely. What do I tell him? Make it good, Ron boy.

"Shit, Cap, I don't even remember what was going on. I just ate too much pizza and guess it got to me. Real sorry I caused a problem." I put on a sheepish, crestfallen look and shrugged my shoulders.

"O.K. Mead. Take it easy on the pizza from now on. See you in the office at zero seven hundred tomorrow." Cap gave me a quick sap of a salute that turned into a farewell wave, pivoted and marched out of the barracks.

The next day Cap knew something was still wrong. I was jumpy, edgy, easing in and out of my chair like an old lady with hemorrhoids. I tried to make it appear it was my legs that were bothering me. Cap tried to get me to talk. I stuck to my story.

Thin in walked Sgt. Brown. What brass balls that fucker had. Right at my desk he leans in, like with an important message.

"I think we should get together again this evening, Ronny. Maybe have a little moonlight tussle down the motor pool. Ever been fucked in the back of a duce and a half?" He was about as subtle as a frying pan in the face.

"Sarge, I'm not going anywhere again with you," I hissed.

He grunted and wrapped his ham fist around my arm. "I think you better reconsider, pretty boy," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Behind us someone loudly cleared their throat. " Do we have a problem here, Sgt. Brown?" came Cap's voice in clipped military precision.

The Sarge turned loose and stood beside me. " No, sir, Captain, sir," he muttered. "Just checking if Ron had finished retyping the pool's inventory books, sir."

I glanced up in amazement at his lie. He was ash white, a sheepish grin on his face. He recovered quickly, stiffened up, excused himself, fired off a salute at Cap and departed.

My eyes met Cap's. His were flinty, watching the Sarge's receding back. Cap shifted his focus and looked at me. "Everything all right, Mead?"

"Sure, Cap. No problems, " I stuttered, knowing I looked guilty as sin, of what, I didn't know --- letting the Sarge drag my personal life into the office, being a dunce??

Cap turned and stepped into his office, then stuck his head back out. " Get in here, Mead," he barked. He did not sound like a happy camper.

"OK, Mead. What the fuck is going on?" He had his very best 'I'm not going to put up with any shit.' look. "This has something to do with yesterday and the weird way you've been acting, hasn't it?" he asked.

"Cap, I . . . " My voice cracked. Without permission I slumped in the chair in front of his desk, looked up at that face and broke down, totally. I told him the truth, all about meeting Sarge for what I thought was to be a little R&R and how he raped me. "You can court martial me out, do what you will. Just get that bastard, too. I'm sure I'm not the first, nor will I be his last." Mu voice came back strong with my anger. I knew things were over for me, but I wanted that son of a bitch to have to face up to what he was and what he did.

A sadness washed over the rough stone of Cap's face. "I didn't know," he said softly. "I didn't know." Then his voice gained back its fire. "I'll take care of Sargent Brown. He's been an ass hole since he joined the Guard. Always suspected he was abusing the troops, heard rumors almost every summer. Guess he was really abusing some of them. Right?" Cap's eyes held mine, the flint was back.

I nodded, blushing. &Hope whatever happens won't reflect on you, Cap. You've been a good boss. I liked working for you." I swiped at my nose with the back of my hand.

"And I've liked having you around, Ron," he said. Not Mead, Ron, and there's a strange tone to his voice.

I looked up. He's looking right at me. I've seen that look before. Not from Cap. But from Sgt. Brown and others that wanted me to know they wanted me -- that way.

"You're not reporting me, are you?" Suddenly I had more than just Sgt. Brown to worry about. "What've I got to do?"

"'Nothing, Ron. Unless you want to, when you want to. I mean it. You can forget about Brown. He's history, as of today. I'll keep you out of it. He won't relate what happens to him to you. No one will. Just . . . " he hesitated.

"Just what, Cap?" I said, apprehensive in this new situation.

"Just, be careful. Don't let them pick you. You pick them. If you have any doubts, don't be afraid to see me. I know more than you may think I know about some of the guys in this unit." That last comment was made with a sly wink.

Cap? Cap!! You old devil. Back at my desk I couldn't get it out of my mind. Cap was gay? Cap, the ramrod, by the book, always -- almost always -- stone faced but fair leader of the headquarters crew. But, what gives? Cap's married. I know he has two kids. Maybe the man swings both ways. Boy, he must be the discreetist of the discreet.

Three days later I had the great honor of typing up the transfer papers on Sgt. Brown. He was leaving immediately. Seems there was a special assignment waiting for the good Sargent with a unit which was holding their summer maneuvers in Missouri. Off he went, all puffed up with his own importance, ready to lay down the law and some fresh meat.

Cap told me he'd passed on a warning about Sgt. Brown to his new commanding officer, nothing official. More could be done if Sarge didn't know he was suspect. It worked, too. He got shit canned the next summer, caught with his pants down, porking a new recruit.

That weekend we went into the field. Cap arranged it so I was sharing the accommodations with him in the back of the HQ tent. Thus we were alone together, in the evenings, at quite a distance from the regular troops' bivouac area.

The first night I expected Cap to make a pass, do something. Hell, I didn't just expect it -- I want it. Ever since the revelation, my sexual interest in my boss had been gnawing away, eating me up inside. Now, here we were, alone at last, as he had arranged, and nothing, zilch, was happening. I was hurt and confused.

Cap was busy at the field desk which, with the two cots, was the extent of the furnishings in our shared quarters. Stripping down to my skivvies I stood watching him. I ached to go over and touch him. Instead I yawned and stretched in what I imagined was a provocative manner. I was finding it impossible not to get stiff just looking at Cap and picturing us together, making love in my mind. My prick worked its way down and out, lifting the leg of those Army boxers -- and started to drool. Cap didn't even glance my way. Well, piss on him!

I turned and yanked down the covers on my cot and crawled in. I wanted to roll over, give him my back and forget it. But, I couldn't keep my eyes off him or my hands off my aching prick.

Finally he finished whatever the hell had him so engrossed, laid down his pen and flipped over that damn yellow pad. Now it was his turn to yawn and stretch. Fists at his ears and then arms extended out he twisted on that stool. He tugged his tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He stood slowly. Not glancing in my direction, Cap walked over to his cot. Humming to himself, he stripped out of that shirt. There was just Cap under there, and he was gorgeous. He had the athletic body of a twenty year old. And, I knew, from the personnel records, Cap was forty seven. He stretched again, arms high overhead, twisting left and right, his bare golden abdomen rippling. Lowering his arms he reached for his belt.

"Cap," I whispered across the room.

He looked over at me, grinned and asked, "What is it, Ron boy?"

"Can I do that?"

"Hu?" Then a sparkle lit his eyes. "Oh. Hell, yes. Like I told you, whatever you want to do. You sure?" he asked, that look on his face, tempered with honest concern.

I threw back the covers, exposing my raging erection. "What'a you think, Cap?"

"Come and get it, you hot little stud." Now Cap's voice was different, with a raspy quality I'd never heard before. A sound I learned to love listening to over the next week and a half.

I went wild, tearing at his pants, bending down and one by one getting him out of those god awful boots. Moving back up, I shoved that khaki down off his hips, past his thighs and onto the ground. He stepped out. I was face to face with this throbbing manhood. I touched it. It jumped and quivered. Cap let out a low moan. I leaned in and kissed the knob. it wetly kissed me back and slid easily, with new familiarity between my lips. It filled me and tasted of salt and sex. I opened wide and gobbled every inch of Cap that I could fit between my lips. He shuddered. Cap's hips thrust forward in unison with my dive. His dick slid right into my throat. I was impaled, unable to breath, not wanting to, wanting him deeper. I felt him shudder again.

His hands were on my shoulders. He pumped slowly as I sucked, harder, deeper. Together we strained to bury his hot, wet cock -- his bush tickling on my upper lip. His hands moved to cradle my head, caressing, tugging, shoving me out, pulling me back in. I was stroking his balls, molding, squeezing. We were both groaning, grunting as I feasted.

Cap reached under my arms and pulled me off, up against him. We melted together moaning, a perfect squirming fit. I hadn't noticed but we were within a half inch of each other in height. Cap had me by a good fifty pounds of muscle, though. I closed my eyes and trembled. His lips were soft, brushing gently on mine. When we kissed passionately, deeply, his stubble scraped my chin. I couldn't hold him tight enough. Wanting to be consumed, I pressed against him, thigh, hip, chest. Rubbing my body on his, I could feel the hard nubs of his nipples. He was all warm, strong and soft. Our dog tags jangled together as our cocks knocked heads, scrubbing across each other.

Soft laughter rumbled deep in his throat. "I'll have to remember and shave before I come to bed from now on, " he whispered in my ear, scraping his cheek on mine. "We'll need to be careful tonight or you'll have whisker burns in all the wrong places -- and we'll both be out on or asses."

"Aw, Cap," I whined. "I like it." Reaching up I briskly rubbed my fingers over his now ten o'clock shadow.

"We'll never fit on a cot," he said, laughter still lightly gurgling. "Ease off, you fiend, and help me fix things up." He held on to my arms and pushed me away, his eyes sparkling, a happy face beaming at me.

Together we spread two ground covers, pulled the blankets off the cots and made a king size play area in the middle of the room. Standing beside his cot, Cap salaamed.

I grinned at him. "Age before beauty, sir," I said with daring.

Cap took two quick steps across our makeshift sex arena, picked me up and tumbled with me onto the blankets we had just spread. Laying side by side, my head propped in my left hand, his in his right, we studied each other. Lightly we traced our hands over unfamiliar warm flesh. Not only were we of similar height, we were equally matched down below. My dick rested firmly against my belly while his had a curve, angling out, but otherwise it was like looking in a mirror. He reached down and forced mine out, tugging his to join it. Wrapping his hand around them, he molded us together into one giant cock which he slowly stroked. I watched, enraptured, my skin tingling, burning.

"Oh, Cap," I moaned. "I want you. Take me, please. Make love to me, now." I was hot, panting, knowing there was no way he would be like Sgt. Brown.

Gently he rolled me over. Crouching behind me he raised me onto my knees, spread me and plunged his face into the valley. Opening his mouth wide he enclosed my quivering ass hole. I felt the suction. Working, tugging flesh, Cap began to chew. First one side of my pucker, then the other, was captured by those grasping teeth. I could feel his tongue rubbing back and forth, around, across. It was heaven. I was trembling. High pitched moans leaked out from between my lips. He was making love with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. I was spinning, reeling with the sensations that rocketed through my gut, gripping tight on my balls, tingling up and down on my cock. I was relaxed, opening, wanting.

Cap pressed the tip of his tongue ever so lightly in the middle of my wet willing hole. I felt it sink in, flick in and out. He was back inside, using his tongue to slowly push my walls open, darting in deeper. His hot breath was steaming on my butt. Low groans drifted up from behind me each time he thrust in. It was a slow, thorough, complete and breathtakingly satisfying tongue fuck.

But, great as it was for me, it was just an appetizer for Cap. He was squirming with desire. He unlocked his vacuum and backed away. Then his hands were guiding my hips, down and back. I felt that blood hot poker of his as he lowered it between my butt cheeks. His dick head headed straight for my wet hole. He knew I was ready and pushed, then pushed again. With that second shove my gate flew open, Cap's cock slid in, effortlessly, cruising through my relaxed sphincter.

Cap maintained a steady pressure, leaning in, pulling me toward him as he moved forward. A long low sigh of utter contentment escaped from me as his throbbing cock was surrounded, swallowed by my hot, wet hole. His cock began to glide out then back in again, out then in. He was gentle but insistent on his pleasure.

Every nerve that his tongue had stimulated was now jangling. Sparks of sexual static jumped and raced through my body. We were both moaning, passions flowing. The fire grew as we worked together. My hips thrust back against his driving entry shoves. My ass twisted, clinched, sucking tightly on his hard prick. He let me know with cries of happiness, words of praise, each time my actions increased his sensual stimulation. He adjusted his height, raising up so he could ride in, pressing down harder, rubbing his full length across my prostrate. He let it grind firmly, exploding more fire within me. Each time the pressure shifted, grew stronger, I cried out with glee. He stroked with greater effort, wanting me happy, loving my reactions.

In and out Cap's hard cock slid, speeding up gradually. My thrusts became stronger. His need was growing, burning. He reached below and squeezed my balls, tugging. His hand moved on, traveling the length of the stiff, bobbing shaft of my erect penis. A finger rubbed, massaging pre-cum into its head. Cap was now grasping my dick in his fist. He started pulling up on my dick skin, stretching it tight then stroking down. The pumping of his hips set a tempo. Soon our cocks were tingling in a mutual fuck -- in, out, quicker. Still he let every sensation build. And, they were building to a climax for both of us.

My body was quivering, ready to explode. Cap was wet with sweat. He leaned into me, softly moaning -- "Now, baby. Now!"

We were humping wildly, racing for a prize, no longer intent on building pleasures, striving for release. Air rasped in our throats. His hand whipped on my prick as it grew rock hard. I shuddered as boiling jets of white cream ejaculated onto the blankets. The gushing cum set me loose. My muscles contracted in spasms as my juices flew. I felt my ass clamp tightly on his giant rod. I was thrashing, unable to control myself. Cap strangled on a cry. His body went rigid. His cock expanded even more, filling me, stretching my ass lips wide. The shudder of his climax shook us both. I felt his cum pouring, surging out, warm. It filled me. He jerked and twisted. His cock pumped out more jizm, shooting me full again and again. I collapsed, squishing into my own wet deposit. With his prick still hard and filling me, Cap slid down with me, pressing on my sweat greased back. After shocks rocked us both.

It seemed hours and then Cap was limp, pulling away, easing down my body. His tongue washed my back, licking back and forth along my spine. Oh, god. He was there again, crouched between my legs. He lifted me to his mouth and pressed in, sucking hard. As fully as he had filled me, he drained me. He took back his cum, eagerly slurping and siphoning it into his mouth. My gut was roiling. Sensations I had never felt crashed inside me. I was quivering, all control gone. When he was done we lay side by side. Cap was hugging me, whispering in my ear, his tongue teasing there, too.

I cried. Silently the tears came. I cried for all that I had missed, all the pain that I had born without reason, all the happiness that I felt and knew I would feel again.

Somehow Cap knew. He held me tightly, soothed me. Finally, he lifted me up and laid me on my cot. He covered me, tucked me in, kissed me lightly on my forehead. "Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite," he crooned. Then, with a chuckle, he leaned down and tweaked my noise -- with his teeth.

I snuggled in. I fell asleep smiling, content. I knew Cap would take care of me. He did, even during our tour in Korea. But, well, that's another story for another time -- right?