Be All You Can Be -- ARMY

I wasn't going to get out of this easily. Captain Ramsey had me trapped in a bear hug – and that was no service revolver he had firmly poking my butt.

It was my own fault. I'd spotted him the minute he came into the day room and introduced himself around. He was just too damn smooth. And that walk. It was regulation Army but with a Confederate swagger. Oh, yes, Ramsey was all Georgia, and a mile wide. Somehow I just knew he was going to be trouble.

The very next afternoon confirmed it. The base pool for the noncoms and lower ranks was right across the street from our BOQ. With a towel, flip flops and a bathing suit rank doesn't show. So I'd been sharking in those waters since I hit the base.

Now I had competition. I mean, there he was scoping out the meat – just like the ones I was familiar with were casually giving him the once over, twice over and unbroken stares.

When, after a five minute pool side chat with Corporal Danvers, they took off right across the street and into the BOQ – well, I got pissed.

I stewed in my room and then spotted Danny back over at the pool all full of fresh news for John and a few other of the headquarters hunks I knew. Well that settled it. I was going to have a talk with that Captain. I stormed down the hall. His door was ajar. When I entered, he was in the shower off the bathroom he shared with Captain Holliday.

Danny most likely didn't shut the door. He's a bit of a scatterbrained slob. As the Captain from Georgia continued his splashing and whistling, my senses started returning. This was a dumb move for a lowly Second Lieutenant. Hell, I didn't own that pool or those bodies – it has just seemed that way and I had become use to thinking about 'my boys'.

I was turning to leave when he stepped into the room. He'd slipped on his boxers and was working vigorously with both hand at drying his hair. Now I was seeing the competition up close and personal I was even more sure that this visit was the dumbest move ever.

"Well, hello, youngster. Come to check out the ol' masa? Thought I saw you at the pool." Then something in my face gave me away, or that was a super perceptive hunk standing there before me. "Stepping on your toes with Danny? Hey, sprout, I didn't bend his arm – he came on to me. Pretty strong, too. You wanting to take on the poacher?"

He dropped into a squat and opened his arms signaling me with his hands to just step right up. Then he got my goat – gave a smirk and reached out and swiped me across the face. It wasn't a slap. Just a playful tap. But, damn it, he was laughing at me. Without using my brain, I took up his challenge.

So – that's how come the Captain had me gasping, and, if I could get my breath, willing to cry (whisper, whimper even) 'uncle'. But, he wasn't letting me go that easily.

He'd decided to 'teach me a lesson'. The thing that got scary was I had a good notion what was coming and I wasn't ready. Shit, except for one oral sex encounter in college and one fucking fantastic bivouac blow job at Ft. Benning, my experience, even with my pool meat, was limited to a lot of hugging, kissing, feeling, fooling around and mutual jack offs. Now this was not the action the Captain had in mind.

What he softly murmured in my ear was conditions for sharing the pool. Actually it was just one – he gets what he wants when he wants it, And, right now, he had the hankering for a little junior grade officer ass. Fact is, according to my hot and hard Captain, he's been hankering for this specific little junior grade officer's ass since he shook my hand in the day room when he arrived. Oh, Damn!

Because I've been well trained to respect authority and follow the commands of my superior officers, I couldn't do anything but agree. Because I'd sort of come on strong, I couldn't admit to my lack of experience. Another bonehead mistake. Sure, sex is a natural function, but – come on – when you don't know what you're doing and you're paired with an old pro, as the quarterback says, 'Get Real'.

Cap figured out what was up damn quick. He didn't get mad, didn't get upset. Told me later it was a real turn on. Seems he gets and extra rush out of initiating virgin meat – particularly tight, white, northern ass meat.

It was Friday, most of our crew was off chasing quiff, gambling or boozing for the weekend. Still, playing it safe, Cap locked the doors to the hall and the bathroom. Or, maybe he just wanted to be sure I couldn't escape.

Then he asked what seemed an off the wall question. "You a fraternity boy in college, sprout?"

I admitted to this, not sure of relevance or importance,and he gave me a big shit eating grin.

"Then you know how to 'assume the position', soldier," he barked. When I grabbed my ankles he praised my form. The he stripped that swimsuit off me. "Now, spread 'em, youngster. Take a stance."

Even watching upside down what he uncovered when he dropped those boxers had me nervous, and quivering in anticipation. Then he really sent shivers up my spine – and shooting all around in and over me. He dropped to his knees behind me, spread my buttocks and nuzzled in, hanging onto my hips. I'd read. I'd seen porn videos. I knew it was done. Now, he was doing it to me.

Somehow I had always felt this whole ass thing was just a turn on for the fucker. Fine for him, just a reverse shit for the fuckee. Man, I learned a lot from Cap that night. The first lesson was the most important – your ass is a sex organ. The other lessons all can be encapsulated in the following – your body is a sex organ. It takes a master to play that organ – and lots and lots of practice makes a master.

Cap was a fucking master of masters. He kissed and licked all over my ass and then bore in on the treasure. He was rooting with his nose, scrubbing with that tongue and giving me feelings I had never thought could be felt. Then that hot wet tongue landed on my tiny pucker and fire shot up my ass, hot flames that I knew were going to blister my insides.

He had more in store. With me spread wide and wet he started sucking, rimming around that fortress gate, willing it to open. When it relaxed enough that he could gather folds of soft tingly skin between his teeth, he began to chew. Captain Ramsey was eating my ass. I was loving it, twitching, thrusting, moaning and groaning. What a fantastic discovery. Another most marvelous sex organ. And, just look what is happening to the old standby, Mr. Prick. He's hard as hell and crying because he's so fucking happy.

Somewhere, somehow Cap added some cool slick stuff back there and was rubbing hard on that one hot spot. That wasn't his tongue and it wasn't his dong – that was still on display. All I had to do was look back between my legs and there it was, a foot long and as big as my wrist. Imposing and, regardless of what fancy preparation he did back there, impossible.

Then I rocketed for the ceiling. Something gave and there was a scrabbling around inside me back there. It was fantastic. First it was just a single finger that slid in and out, up and down, side to side, slow, tugging, insistent but gentle. By the time he was finished it was his hand? I was humping back hard and begging him to fuck me. I wanted all of it, all the way.

Cap willingly let me have what I was begging for, just not the way I had expected. The intrusion got bigger and what he had shoved up there was as big as my wrist – because it was his wrist, following after all five pumping digits. I was stretched so wide I expected him to just crawl up in there and set up housekeeping. I felt like he had, and somehow wanted more – deeper, wider, twisting, turning.

He was back stroking on my prostate, making my dick dance and slobber. Shoving in, gliding back, he churned my gut into a storming sea. I was lost in a dizzy high of sensations like I had never experienced – or dreamed about. Damn. This was just the preliminaries??

When he switched, replacing that giant fist with his giant prong, it was so fine. My body molded to this new, less intrusive instrument of pleasure, accepting it with joy. I had been fearful. Why, I couldn't remember.

He rocked in, digging deep and pulling my ass tight into his pelvis. With me fully impaled he held on, leaned back and, with a grunt, lifted, hoisting me in the air. Working with me, keeping me fully mounted on his stiff prick, we spun my ass – my whole fucking body. I ended up with my arms around his neck and my lips trapped by his. My butt hole was still packed with his hot rod. My legs were locked around him. I was in heaven.

Cap broke our lip lock just to pass the word that he had suited up prior to the beginning of our little dance number. Like I gave a damn at that moment? Although, I sure was relieved in the aftermath to remember what he told me. At least he kept his cool – I sure as hell lost mine.

Lowering me on my back on the bed, Cap filled my mouth with his tongue once more and then stood. His hips thrust forward. That cock of his was still lodged in the deepest, darkest part of my body. I knew what was coming and now wasn't fearful. I was full of eager anticipation. My body was squirming, feeling that long hot intruder filling me, hurting me, pleasuring me.

He pulled my legs from around his waist and thrust them forward, angling my butt into the air. I reached up and grabbed my ankles, tugging, helping him. I begged him to go at it again. And, go at it he did. His hands resting lightly below mine, he rocked those hips and lit a fire in my belly.

Cap was giving me and himself the maximum sensations. He moved slowly, deliberately, taking his time, letting my tight virgin ass lips apply their pressure along every inch of his throbbing dick. As he thrust in and then glided out the return again, he talked to me. He made soft sweet Southern love to my ears with that mouth.

I couldn't stand it. My prick was trying to explode. Every time that giant dick head of his started back in it bumped along over a part of me that sent hot and cold flashes shooting into my brain and dribbles of cum leaking from my cock. I had never wanted to masturbate so fiercely before in my life. But Cap beat me to it. It was like he knew – which I'd bet was the damn truth. After all I was the virgin, he sure as shit wasn't.

He clamped his fist on my cock and started pumping a counter beat to that being maintained by his lower body. He pushed in. His hand pulled back. His cock started sliding out. His hand stroked away. It was like he was fucking right through me into his own damn hand – and loving it. His talking had turned into soft guttural groans and cries that matched mine. I was quivering with delight.

With one hand on my cock and the other on my leg, Cap could tell when I started tensing up, ready to shoot. He had such precision control that he brought us both to a climax simultaneously. Banging a staccato beat on my buns, he let his load loose inside me as I cried out and ejaculated. Spurt after spurt of his hot juices poured out. I was sure the rubber was going to fill and come bubbling out my throat.

Meanwhile, I was drowning in my own juices. A massive burst had spewed out coating me from chin to belly button. Little white pearly drops continued to fall as his hand milked me dry. We were both breathing hard and moaning. I think Cap was as happy with the results of our encounter as I was.

He smiled down at me and winked. "Debt paid for the rest of the week, sonny boy. O.K. By you?" he drawled.

Remembering my position – both in the Army and on his bed – I quickly replied, "Yes, sir, Captain, sir."

He grinned and gave my butt a friendly whack, pumped his hips one final time and stepped back. That stud was still hot and semi-hard with a rubber full of cum hanging. He manually squeezed out his last drops, tied it off and deposited the rubber in the trash. Then he leaned in and wiped me down with the boxers he had left on the floor.

"Looks like we both could use a cleansing, refreshing shower. Come on, sprout. Move it, Lieutenant!"

I did as ordered. Ended up scrubbed squeaky clean and on my knees with a huge mouthful of meat. This happening was my own idea. Cap didn't object, just laid back against the far wall of the shower stall and let me feast.

We parted as far more than friends, but not lovers. Cap just wasn't that type. Except when we met in his room or mine and I paid my debts, we were just passing acquaintances on base, or off.

Two weeks later, this dark haired hunk appears at the pool. His name was John. I was lucky. Cap was in town. I scored. I bumbled around and got John to accept an invitation up to my room to listen to my jazz collection. He slouched in the lounger. I curled up at his feet, my head resting on one thigh, a hand on the other. He spread his legs in invitation.

Thanks to Cap I wasn't as shy as I use to be, nor as inexperienced. Thirty seconds later I'm bobbing on this luscious thick cock, slurping away with gusto. John's hands are shoving on my head, tugging my hair, grabbing my ears. From higher up I can hear him whispering hoarsely.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, damn. Eat it, baby. Fuck! Go, cock sucker, go . . . "

That's when I tried a refinement Cap taught me. Letting almost all that giant sausage slip from my mouth, I started chewing, gently nibbling on that bright pink knob of flesh at the end. John instantly was bucking and thrashing under me, begging me to stop, begging me to continue, begging me to bite it off, begging me to never ever stop.

I could feel him tensing. I stroked my hand on that rigid column and with a sigh he collapsed, his body jerking. His spunk shot into view, lifting up and splattering down to rest, like sparkling white dew drops scattered all over.

Luckily we were about the same height and build. When we left for town we both had fresh clothes. I'd never seen a pair of my jeans look so darn good before. John had heard about a party. We found it.

The house was packed with fresh young beef. Never did meet the host. Understand he's the local gay Daddy Warbucks. But, I did spot Cap across the room, coming on hot and heavy to a sexy blond in black. Had to be a local. His hair was lush and too long.

Standing around sipping beer, John and I finally got in some small talk – between comments on the appealing characteristics of certain of the other guests and what would be fun to try with them, on them, under them. Turned out John was a local boy, amazed to end up being assigned here. I told him I was glad it had happened. He hugged me and told me it was ditto for him. Then he sucked in a big gulp of air, his eyes focused across the room.

"Damn. Geepers is here. You'll love Geepers. You up to a wild night? Got anything against three way sex? I'd love to see the two of you together." He was turning me on and he knew it.

He didn't wait for a reply, stroked my ass, planted a wet one on my ear and took off across the room. I watched his progress. He was headed right for Cap. That would be funny as hell. But it wasn't Cap, it was the blond. John grabbed his arm and swung him around and they melted together like lovers. Turns out they had been, weren't now, but sill were very good friends.

I watched an animated three way conversation and then John motioned for me to come on over and join the party. He introduced the blond, Garrison Paul Hamilton the Second (GP which became Geepers back in grade school, they told me). Cap caught my eye and winked. Geepers introduced him. I went along with the two strangers meeting bit.

Both John and Geepers were close with our host. We ended up in a back bedroom. Drinks in hand we just stood there waiting to see who would make the first move. Cap broke the spell, sat down his drink, turned to Geepers, reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. That turned everybody loose. Clothes went flying. John and I were struggling to strip down and still keep our lips locked. It might have been successful but I had on a tee shirt. It had too be pulled up, breaking out tongue wresting match.

Our two friends were busy in the middle of the bed sucking cock. That was a stimulating aphrodisiac. John and I collapsed beside them, sucking face again. I was ready for our own wild sixty nine session but John had other ideas. He crawled up and st on my face, rubbing his hot cock on my chest, twitching his ass.

Remembering Cap's lessons, I nuzzled in and ate my way to heaven. John went ape, riding my face, moaning low and whipping on his stiff prick. He let out a groan that jumped in pitch and turned into cries of release as he climaxed. Cum went spewing all over his hand and down on me.

I'd been keeping pace with him and quickly was thrashing as my orgasm hit. My lower body was a wild jumble of cum splatters. John turned and flopped, squishing onto me. He slithered there, then buried his tongue in my mouth. I was amazed to find both of our passions quickly mounting again. We were soon crushing soft lips, slick tits and hard dicks, one on the other.

Cap and the blond decided we were having too much fun on our own. There was an extra hand groping my ass. Then two faces licking and sucking on mine. For a while the bed was bouncing with Geepers busy swallowing my meat, me sucking down on my old friend the Captain, the Southern hot shot bobbing away on John's stiff tool and John back pleasuring his old lover with a lots of slobbering and moaning.

Things really got interesting when Geepers decided to switch positions, whipped out a rubber, rolled it down my quaking pole and stuck his ass in my face. I knew what to do and got busy slurping away, gabbing his thighs and rooting in between those plump cheeks. Together we were doing a duet taffy pull on John's hot cock while he sat on Cap's face getting his ass cleaned out, too.

Geepers got his lips and arms all tangled with John. Then suddenly there he was, up on his knees straddling me, wrinkling his nose, swishing his ass, reaching between his legs and tugging on my cock. Slowly he lowered himself, holding me erect, rubbing me between his buttocks. I was jerking my hips, porking that meat through his hand, wanting him to sit, begging him to sit. I knew what is was like being the fuckee. Now I was going to be the fucker. When he shoved down and my dick popped in, we both gasped.

Joined, he wiggled, I squirmed. A grimace twisted Geepers' face as my thrashing around slid a few inches of my prick up and then out from that hot hole of his. That decided it for him. With a giant 'Ah-h-h-h-h' he let gravity work. He sat. My rod thrust, knifing into his gut. My throbbing hard on was buried within the wet warmth of his body. I was quivering, trying to lift us both up, diving my dick higher. Using his legs he lifted and then lowered, corkscrewing his ass, grunting.

We tumbled across the bed. Geepers' head ended up in Cap's lap. Cap lifted up, stuck his giant prong in that eager mouth and leaned forward. Our tongues met and did battle, slobbering on each other while I pounded on Geepers' ass and Cap fucked his face. So, where was my sweet gentle date? He was busy nuzzling in on my bounding butt. I was quickly all wet and slick back there as I continued pumping. Then John reached around me, grabbed Geepers' cock. As he slid his up my chute, he started humping me and jacking his old buddy.

There I was, writhing and moaning: John shoving his dong up my ass, Cap wrapping his tongue around my tonsils, me twisting and turning trying to bore my way deeper into Geepers. Every thrust of John's was helping drive me into his old flame's ass. His hand was busy making Geepers quake and jerk with his own dual sensations. We were all grunting, groaning, trying to get the most from every hole.

Cap lifted up, took his cock in hand and began fiercely jerking, warning us he was headed for a cum dump. John grunted he was too, using my hole. He started double pumping, pounding, going all out. Geepers replaced John's hand with his own and joined in, his hand a blur on his cock. I just humped, shimmied and told them all I was ready to explode.

Geepers' sphincter grabbed tight around my pulsing shaft and my pelvis danced a frantic pace. We were slapping together. I felt John expanding, filling me, his dick head beating against my breast bone as he climaxed. A torrent of warmth filled me. Cap when rigid and his cum streamed in hot jets splattering on me and Geepers as we struggled together.

I was stretched tighter than a drum, pistoning faster and faster. My ass was sore, my prick was sore, It felt like my balls were being crushed in a giant vise. I was gasping for breath. Out of control, my body was humping and jerking on its own. Head back, I watched the ceiling dance before my eyes. A boiling, bubbling need to yell filled me . . . what had build within me burst free pouring out from between my lips and from that steamy tube of flesh buried in Geepers' ass. Cum pulsed, crashing, filling the rubber.

Geepers was still bucking with me, beating on his cock, his teeth bared, giving quick short grunts. Then he moaned, 'YES', and out it shot, flying high, spattering down on all. I kept thrashing, growing limp. The fever of this orgasm was beyond any I had had before. Slowly the throws of passion subsided. I collapsed, panting. We lay, entwined. Damn did I feel good.

Now when anyone asks about my Army experience, I give a big smile and note that, thanks to the U.S. Army's excellent training and support, I became all I ever could be.

Sometimes, depending on the audience, I even tell them about the close combat training I received from Captain Jacob A. Ramsey and that willing corps of hot bodies that eagerly taught me so much more.

Other times, though, I just leave it with that smile.