Blowing in the Wind

"That's it, baby. Suck it good. If you do it right I'll return the favor later," the sergeant groaned.

I was like a madman. I was trying to understand how to do right. I tried to imitate those porn actresses on the fuck movies I had seen at my best friend's house. I moved my mouth up and down for a while and then changed and licked up the shaft. I continued for a few moments and then thrust his cock back and forth rapidly into my mouth using my tongue to soften the impact.

I felt him stiffen, his knees got really rigid. His breath got deeper and faster. The thrusting was purposeful and there was perhaps at least another three inches that had penetrated my oral orifice. Strong hands had grasped the back of my head and more of the giant dick was being force fed. The tears were streaming, I was gagging almost to the point of vomiting and I couldn't seem to get my breath. Then it came; his giant member exploded and my mouth was filled with hot semen. He clenched himself six times, each time filling me up with more and more. I did not want to swallow, but with such a copious amount there was no way that it was avoidable. It was either swallow or drown in cum. Finally, I found myself drinking the man's cum as if there were no tomorrow and when he tried to pull away, I continued to suck, pulling him to me to take him into me more. When I was thoroughly finished and had calmed down a bit, I realized I had an orgasm in my shorts and it had bled through onto the front of my fatigues. The feeling of his semen lingered on my lips and my mouth was dominated by the taste.

It was a rather different taste from anything I had ever had. The sperm tasted slightly salty. Much of it clung to the back of my throat, burning slightly for whatever reason. Its consistency was thick and gooey. All I wanted to do was lick my lips and swallow. My orgasm had brought the guilt and I needed to get the flavor sensation away from me somehow. The sergeant reached into his back pocket and produced a flask and offered it. I took it, opened the top, smelled that it was scotch, and then took a long pull on the opening. When the alcohol hit my mouth, I understood immediately why chefs have said for years that it was better to clean your pallet with alcohol than with water.

I really was beside myself. The guilt was massive, like a load suddenly put upon my shoulders with a tag for all to see that said, "New Queer, New Queer." I looked down at the ground and caught my breath. There was no way one could have done what I had just accomplished without being out of breath, but the breathing was labored for another reason. I was crying. The sergeant picked up on the blubbering sound and tried to make me feel better.

"You know you are pretty good at that, soldier. I want you to do that to me again someday," he said with a big grin on his face. "But first I will pay you back. Not now, because we have been away from the camp long enough, but tonight. We'll slip out to the latrine about two tomorrow morning and I'll give you the best blow job you've ever had."

"I don't think so, sergeant. I am afraid this is the one and only time I'll participate in such."

"We'll see. I'll get in touch with you about one thirty." Then he left, leaving me feeling sorry for myself.

He was right, though. After I had a chance to calm down and think about what had happened, I realized that I indeed wanted it to happen again. I didn't care if he ever repaid me; all I knew is that I needed to suck his dick again. For some reason, I also began thinking about his cock in my ass. I had read so many stories about how a cock in the ass is so much more pleasurable than any other kind of sex a man can experience. Once a person gets use to it, the pleasure takes over and you feel no pain. I wondered, though, if I would be able to take such a large cock into my virgin ass.

True to his word, he came into the bivouac area and entered the tent about one thirty the next morning. He simply stood and looked at everyone and grunted. I looked up and realized he was looking right at me and when he caught my eye, he winked. I was glad all of the other men were asleep. It would have been extremely humiliating for him to have caught the attention of anyone else. He left and about five minutes later I got up to follow him.

"Where you going, Tommy?" a voice I recognized as Whiskey Jack questioned.

"Got to go drain the lizard and take a crap, man," I whispered my reply.

"OK, if you need any help, just call," he snickered.

The asshole didn't realize that I already had help and soon he would be begging for help from the sergeant too. I figured that the sarge had plans to do everybody in the platoon before he was through. I didn't realize what he really had in mind.

"I didn't think you were coming," the sergeant mocked as I rounded the latrine and found him at the side, waiting, leaning against the shack.

"I didn't think I was, Sarge, but I'm intrigued. What did you do to me today, Sarge? Did you put me under a spell or something? Did you steal my soul?" I asked.

"Twerp, you just experienced what I consider the only sex a man need have, unless of course he plans to have children. Then you either got to fuck one of those females or you got to give 'em your spunk in a cup. I just want to cum for you or any other man that'll have me," he said chuckling under his breath.

"Sarge, you don't know how hard it is for me to do what I did today. I don't think I can ever do it again."

"You been thinkin' 'bout it since then, huh Wright?" he probed.

"It's the only thing I've in my mind. I still feel your...thing in my mouth."

"My COCK...say it," he demanded, suddenly serious.

"Your ...cock," I repeated quietly. I was sunk. There was no way I would be able to deny this giant of a man, ever. If he told me to kneel and suck him at roll call, I would probably obey.

He knelt down in front of me and grabbed for my belt. In a quick moment, his practiced hands had stripped my uniform down to my ankles. My extremely hard dick was sticking straight out. He sighed an admiring sound and looked at it carefully, not touching it at all. The light from the field lamp he was using illuminated his face slightly and I could see the wonder in his expression.

Now I am not well endowed length wise, but I have great girth. My dick is as big around as his is, but shorter by three inches. That did not deter his examination, however, and soon one hand grasped it at its base, while the other gently cupped my balls. I had not had another person touch my genitals since AmiIee fondled me the last time we were on a date. It was almost too much for me to stand, so I immediately pulled his hand away.

The sergeant looked at me crazily and asked me, "what the fuck are you doing, Wright? Don't you know that I was about to suck you crazy."

"If you had, I would have cum immediately," I replied. "Just your touch..."

"Well, fuck, aren't you just great. Have you cum today at all?"

"Well, yeah. When I sucked you I had an intense orgasm and was so embarrassed when I had to walk into my quarters."

"What did you do, jack off?" he asked again.

"No, I just came. I didn't even touch myself."

"You just came...whoa...now I realize what the fuck you are talking about. You were so turned on about the whole thing, you just fucking came. Shit! You've made my day." The sergeant was happy about something, but I really couldn't understand what he meant. Soon he was back to his task. Without using his hands at all, he gathered my cock into his mouth.

To describe the feeling is to describe the most electric sensation I have ever had. His mouth covered my dick and I lost it. My legs began shaking, then my body, and soon his mouth was filled with a load of my cum. I could tell he was aggravated when he pulled off and swallowed, but soon enough he smiled.

"I ain't fuckin' believin' you; you came in under ten seconds. Wait till I tell the guys how much of a wimp you are, you fuckin' bitch." He got up off his knees and dusted himself with his hands really agitated, but when he looked me in the face there was a big smile. "I knew you'd get off on this shit. Smokin' cock! You'll be the best one in the unit soon enough. You got a task before you can have any more of me, though."

Sadly, I replied, "What's that sarge?"

"It's your responsibility to seduce Whiskey Jack. When you do that it leaves only one and I'm gonna do him for sure."

"I'm gonna do Whiskey Jack and you are going to do Hormone?" I asked confused a little bit.

"Yep! Those two are the only ones that haven't had man sex yet, as far as I know anyway. Both of them are always braggin' 'bout how many chicks they fucked on leave. They even seem to make a game out of it."

"But sarge, I can't seduce Whiskey Jack. I don't know how."

"Learn!" was all he said.

"Shit, shit, shit," was all that came out of my mouth when he turned and walked into the darkness.

When I returned, it had only been a few minutes, about the time one would take to make a normal crap. Whiskey Jack was laying back watching me as I came in. I don't know why, but when he saw that I had entered safely, he rolled over and appeared to go to sleep.

I didn't know what to think. My life had been turned over in a single twenty four hour period. I had been seduced by the sergeant and had been told it was my job to seduce someone else. I didn't really know if I truly liked any that happened that day, but I did know that I had a perpetual hard on. I lay down on my bunk, covered myself, and tried to go to sleep. I concentrated too hard on the days activities and to try to get away from them I began formulating a plan to seduce Whiskey Jack.

My opportunity would come only two days later. Whiskey Jack and I were on latrine duty while everyone else was on patrol. Someone had to do it for sure and both of us would rather be in the safety of our camp than on patrol in hostile territory. Our work was quiet, our conversation relaxed, but there seemed to be a tenseness between us.

"I saw the sergeant give you a hand with the trash the other day," he announced finally after some small talk.

"So..." I replied.

"You know he's gay don't you?'

"So..." I came back again.

"Did he try something with you out there?"

"Yep," I said honestly a little confused about where this conversation had come from.

"He tried it with me, too. One day about six weeks ago he told me to suck his dick. I told him if he didn't leave me alone, I would report him. Shit, he got mad. What did he want you to do?"

This was gut check time. Was I going to be honest about everything or lie about it only to be found out later? I decided the best course of action was to tell the truth. "He didn't just suggest me sucking his cock; he kind of forced it on me."

"He forced you. You sucked his cock?" The expression on his face was not what I had expected. It was not the look of revulsion; it was the look of amazement.

"Yes and I swallowed his cum."

"Are you that way, too?" he asked still kind of in that amazed glaze sort of look.

"I don't think so. I don't even think of myself as bisexual. I am simply a heterosexual that had a homosexual experience. I don't know if I will ever do anything like that again."

"What was it like?" he asked suddenly taking me completely by surprise.

"Why do you ask?" I asked beginning to be a little suspicious.

There was sudden silence from my latrine partner. I knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it, but I had to probe, to ask questions that would help me set the circumstance I would need to carry out the sergeant's request. I thought that perhaps he had been fantasizing about what he had missed out on by refusing the sergeant. He had even burned his bridges with the sarge, by threatening to report him. That certainly explained why the sergeant assigned me the task of seducing the good private first class.

"Well, I'll not tell you anything else unless you're upfront and honest about anything you want to know. Why do you want to know what it was like?" I pointedly asked.

"I...I...I had been thinking about it since he propositioned me. It has been like a burning desire to find out what it was like...does that make me queer?"

"I don't think so...I wondered what it was like even before the sergeant propositioned me. When I lay in bed at night and heard all of the sounds that appeared to be men grunting while making love, I wondered then what it would be like. Like I say, I don't consider myself gay or anything close."

"Would you do it again?" he asked probing.

"If the right circumstances occurred, probably," I replied.

"What would be the right circumstances?" he questioned again.

"I don't know...let's see...well..." I hesitated for dramatic effect. Finally, I told him. "If you were to take your cock out right now and asked me to suck it, I probably would."

"Are you serious?"

"I wouldn't have said it if it weren't so."

He got a funny look on his face and then very softly said, "What if I wanted to suck you off?"

"Then I would let you...say the word."

He paused several minutes then asked, "Is it safe here?"

"I don't think so. We'll have to go back to the tent after we've finished our work. It'll give us about four hours before the platoon comes back. I wonder if the sergeant planned to put us together to see if we would do it to each other," I said, knowing that had been the plan all along.

"Surely not! He wouldn't have suspected me, would he?"

"No, but he would try to put us together to see if I would try to seduce you. Hmmm! We might use this to our advantage later on," I said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?"

"I really didn't appreciate the way the sergeant forced me to do those things, even if it turned out that I enjoyed it. He told me that only you, Hormone and I were solidly straight in the platoon and that made the group loose. It caused the rest of them to mistrust the three of us."

"I hear the men grunting in the night. Have you ever notice it, Jack?" I said using his given name and not the tagged nickname given to him after he had gotten drunk on sipping whiskey and made a fool out of himself.

"I thought they were snoring. You mean they were...doing queer stuff?"

"You and I are talking that shit. Do you really want to call it 'queer' stuff?" I asked scolding him slightly for using that vulgar term. I never liked it when they called Jimmy Jefferson that in high school and I certainly didn't like referring to what I had done as being "queer."

Jimmy loved to suck cock, however. He even got fifty cents each time he did it and as many cocks as he sucked in a day, he made enough spending money that he had more than most kids. Behind his back the guys in school ridiculed him, but when they were in the bathroom at break, they were lined up to get off. None of those kids realized that they were just as "queer" as Jimmy was. As a matter of fact, Jimmy married this nice looking model type fresh out of high school and I heard that his wife had already had a kid. Most of the guys that paid him money to suck them, will end up "dyed in the wool" homosexuals because of their desire to have a guy suck them.

Jack looked hurt a little and I knew I had to soften the bruise to his ego. "You know Jack, it wasn't that bad. There was little taste and it was very warm. The excitement was overwhelming and when he came, the taste of the cum wasn't bad at all. If you want to experience it, I will be glad to do it with you, since I recently did it myself for the first time, you know. I think you're a nice looking kid and it looks like you have a healthy package."

"You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?" he questioned.

"Why the hell would I do that? That would be spreading stuff about my private life and could get me thrown out of the army," I countered.

"Oh, yeah," he said resignedly. Jack really was a nice guy and I considered letting him off the hook, but I didn't know if the sergeant would make my life miserable if I didn't follow through. I decided, however, that if the sergeant gave me an order, I was going to make sure I followed it to the tee.

"You and I are about the same height. This should be rather fun. You don't have a lot of body hair and neither do I. I've checked you out in the shower, before you ask. It will almost be like making love to a woman," I said, giggling under my breath a little.

"Bullshit! I am pretty nervous about even telling you I was thinking this shit and here you go making fun of me. I know there is going to be a big difference, if I indeed go through with it."

"Its OK if you don't, Jack," I lied, "but just remember you can try me anytime you want to. It doesn't have to be today."

I was horny as hell and I wanted to have time to thoroughly enjoy myself. If we didn't get back to our quarters, the time would slip away on us. The longer I waited, the more chance he was, indeed, going to chicken out. I looked him up and down. Here was a tasty little morsel and I really did not want to lose the opportunity of breaking him into my new world. Maybe, I thought, we could become lovers and not have to worry about finding some whore. Anyway, wasn't there a tradition of homosexuality in the ancient armies? I had heard that even Alexander the Great was bisexual. Even though I did not consider myself homosexual, I certainly was eager to keep the tradition alive.

"I really don't know what to do," Jack whined. That hunk of a man was exactly what the doctor ordered and the hornier I got, I wanted to convince him even more.

Jack was five foot, eleven inches tall, the same height as me. On top of his head was sandy blond hair, cut high and tight as the military expected it. His eyes were just a shade out of deep sky blue, but tended to have a gray look, especially when he was tired. His body was cut, muscles firmly chiseled into an ultra masculine form. His chest was broad and it tapered nicely to his much smaller waste. I had noticed him in the shower many times, not necessarily because I had homosexual tendencies, but simply because this kid looked like a Greek God, perhaps like you would think Orpheus looked. Oh, and I had seen his cock when he was in the shower. To say that I was envious is an understatement. That wonderful piece of flesh and muscle had to be almost as big as the sergeant's, but what was so wonderful, it was uncut.

"Look, Jack, I am going back to our quarters. I am going to get naked and I am going to get under the covers of my bunk. If you're interested, you're welcome. We can do it with me sucking you, you sucking me, or we can suck each other. If you want to, we can try to fuck our asses, something that I've never done. I'll pull out so that you don't have to swallow my cum, but I prefer now that you cum inside my mouth. I do swallow."

"Whatever," he said and walked away.

I did what I said. I was under my covers about five minutes when he decided to come in. There was a bashful shuffle to his step and while he walked he looked down at his feet as if contemplating the outcome. Slowly he moved and eventually sat down on the edge of the bunk. I could feel him shaking from the excitement of simply the prospect of doing something nastily horrific, yet terribly exhilarating. One thing I knew for sure is that I did not have time to ponder the outcome of my actions. One moment I was a homosexual virgin and the next, I was the amazing cum swallower of Kandahar. I simply wanted to seal the deal with a kiss and see where it led. I turned over and leaned in toward his face. He was extremely surprised at the move.

"A kiss! Shit!" he exclaimed. "All I want you to do is suck my dick." I could tell he was getting agitated, but I had decided while I waited for him, it was either my way or the highway. I wasn't going to be dominated in this escapade; I was going to control my destiny and either experience him my way or I wasn't going to have him at all.