Basic Training 2

"That was... weird. I never thought I'd do that with.. a ... guy." I said now in my semi right state of mind. It was weird but it felt damn good.
"Did you enjoy it?" asked Hathaway
"Hell yeah I did," I replied still breathing heavily, my heart still pounding in my chest. I pulled Hathaway closer to me, placing his head on my chest.
"Your heart is beating so hard," my bunkmate whispered.

"I know," I replied placing my head against the bench. I closed my eyes for just a second. I was so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes opened. Unfortunately for me and Hathaway, Drill Sergeant Levack was as fast as flash lightning. In the span of me closing my eyes for a second he was there, standing right above me with the look of death across his face.
"What in the ever living hell are you fucking fags doing lying naked in the latrine for?" 

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My life at that very moment was over. This man was going to not only destroy my career as a soldier but my life as well. What was I going to tell my father? That I had gotten kicked out of the military cause I was a fucking fag. I had only been in training for a week and I was already going to be recieving a dishonorable discharge. That must has to have been an all time record for the Army.

"Get up, put your clothes on and meet me downstairs in 2 minutes," Drill Sergeant Levack said forcefully with malice in his eyes. "Don't forget to wake up your fucking relief. Hopefully they will be able to properly maintain themselves."

Quickly Hathaway and I grabbed our PT clothes, put them on and raced to wake up our replacements. I didn't want to make this man any more pissed than he already seemed. We raced downstairs nearly falling over our own feet. Fear streaked across Hathaway's face. He was feeling the same thing I was. Our lives were over!

"Two minutes thirty seconds," the Drill Sergeant called out. "Obviously you can't be on time either. You fucking morons can't seem to follow orders CAN YOU! Just get the fuck down and start doing push-ups till I'm tired."

We dropped to the ground and did as we were told. This had become a bit easier over the week. Push-ups were a regular part of my day. I seemed to be doing pushups forver. Stopping and resting wasn't an option but my arms burned again like they were on fire. It seemed we were down there for at least 30 minutes, no breaks, no resting in the down position. Hathaway collapsed his blue eyes staring back at me, exhausted.

"Did I fucking tell you to stop you fucking faggot? I bet if you weren't so tired from fucking your "boy toy" Hicks over here you'd have plenty of energy. Now get the fuck up before I get angry!" DS Levack said, standing straight over Hathaway.

My bunkmate continued to make an effort to get up but it was no use. He was finished.

"Do you want to be a soldier, boy? We dont let homos' join the Army. You want to tell me what you were doing in the bathroom with PVT Hicks over there?"

"We wer..." I attempted to reply. 

Storming over to me, DS Levack towered above me as I stayed in the pushup position. "WAS I FUCKING TALKING TO YOU HICKS? HOLY FUCKING SHIT. GET THE FUCK UP AND DO 20 LAPS AROUND THE BARRACKS. YOUR BOYFRIEND AND I HAVE TO TALK."

"Yes Drill Sergeant!" I replied. Got up as quickly as I could, which wasn't fast at all, and continued my punishment. The brown round walked back over to Hathaway and continued to lord over him asking him questions as I rounded the corner.
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Out of breath I stumbled back onto the company formation area. I was to damn tired to think. I wanted to collapse right there. Drill Sergeant Levack was there waiting for me thought Hathaway wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"You have to be the slowest, dumbest fucking recruit I have seen in all my military life." he began. "Get the fuck down and do some more pushups"

Doing as I was told I got down, ever so slowly. I was tired, sore, the world felt like it was going to end. 5 pushups... 5 was all I could do before collapsing on the cold hard cement.

"You fucking pussy. Roll over and do sit ups."

I rolled over as directed. I started to place my hands behind my head and close my eyes for just a second. I needed sleep. I opened them again and there he was, towering above my head, his hat blocking the light.

"You can start any time you like princess," he said sarcastically.

I started the exercises. Destroying my abs now on top of my arms and legs. This man was truely going to kill me and he wanted to make sure that I saw the face of my killer every time I went down for another situp.

"What the fuck am I going to do with you Hicks. I have seen some pretty fucked up recruits in my day but you fucking take the cake," he continued. The sergeant inched forward, his boots lining up where my shoulders were when I came down. "Your going to fucking low, your resting while on the ground." He noticed, fuck... Now everytime I came down, I had this assholes boots in my back. My abs were aflame. 

"So was he a good fuck, did you enjoy it? That piece of ass can cost you your military career," Levack said standing above me still. "5 more.. 4.....3....2....1...stop" he said.

I came down, resting my back on his boots. I didn't care, let him discharge me. This wasn't worth it. I stared up at the Drill Sergeant leaning over me. His crotch right above my face. Why was he just standing there... Was that.. movement.... 

"Get the fuck upstairs and hit the rack," the DS commanded. Gladly obliging, I started to push myself up off the ground just as a boot went into my back.

"By the way, dont let word get out about how nice I was to you faggots, I dont need word getting out that I'm a homo lover." Levack said nearly whispering in my ear. He released his boot from my back and I hurried upstairs as fast as I could. Nice... Nice.. he called that nice?

Hathaway was already in his rack sleeping. As carefully as I could, I crawled straight into my rack. It felt so good, like a cloud beneath me. Closing my eyes I was instantly asleep.

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"David... David where are you," a voice called out. I was standing there in a green field, rolling hills all around. In front of me was my caller. Amy... my girlfriend, wearing my football jersey. Damn she was so sexy. I loved it when she wore that for me.

"Here I am," I called back. Running to her I grabbed her and pulled her close bringing her body to mine. We kissed and she began to cry placing her head against my chest. Suddenly we were laying next to a tree, her head still on my chest.

"I've missed you so much," she cried. 

"I've missed you too," I said trying to console her. Slowly she began rubbing my chest, playing with my nipples. I always liked it when she did that. My piercings were in as well making it that much better. Amy took her head off my chest and started to stradle me. Raising my arms above my head, she slowly took off my shirt, tossing it aside. Leaning her head down she started tounging my nipples ever so gently. Licking each one in time she rubbed the other one as to make sure it didn't get jealous. I was in heaven. My cock rising in my shorts, I was sure she could feel it. Looking up at me she gave a bit of a smile and winked at me. Keeping her eyes on me she worked her tounge down my stomach right along the groves of my abs. Man she knew how to get me going. She quickly pulled off my shorts, exposing my cock. Eyeing me one last time she pulled back the foreskin and tounged my fleshy head. She continued to tease me for a bit more, tounging the head of my cock before she started to engulf it with her mouth. I couldn't take any more of this. I quickly pulled her off and turned her around. I needed to fuck her like a wild animal. Sliding my cock into her soft, wet, sweet pussy felt so good. She began to moan wildly. 

"I love that cock in me, yeah.. yeah," Amy cried out turning her head around so I could see her. Hathaway stared back at me. The soft moaning turned to a deeper more lustful moaning. 

"Fuck me Hicks, fuck me hard.." my lover cried out.

What the fuck is going on.. I stumbled over the thoughts. Where is Amy? I'm not a fucking fag. My cock was warm and it felt so good. Not thinking a second thought about it I started fucking my girlfriend/battle buddy harder. I grabbed onto his hips and rammed my cock home. It felt as if I was going to run my cock all the way through. In no time I felt the cum bubbling up inside. 

"You want me to cum inside you?" I asked Hathaway

"Yes... yes.. fuck me," he replied back. I dug my hands into his hips and rammed my cock home ready to release my seed into his waiting.......

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH" I cried out. What The Fuck... whats going on.. where am I," I thought to myself. reality snapped back very quickly.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"Get the fuck up you maggots, time for accountability. Line up in front of your fucking racks. MOVE MOVE MOVE." As I started to roll out of bed I realized that my shorts were wet, and warm, my cock still semi hard. "Oh my god..." I lined up in my spot trying as best as I could to cover the mess I made.

Drill Sergeant Levack walked down the line, carrying his clipboard inspecting each soldier. One by one he corrected each soldier about some petty minor thing, trim your nails, get a hair cut. As he got to me he stopped, smiled, and looked down at my crotch. I knew what he was looking at without even having to look down. There was a wet spot plainly visible to anyone who looked. He didn't say anything, he just continued on correcting soldiers.

"You have 20 minutes to shit, shower and shave ladies," the drill sergeant called out just as he was leaving the barracks room. 

Grabbing my shower gear I quickly headed to the bathroom. A couple other guys were already in there getting their showers. I began stipping off all my clothes, a couple of the other recruits snicked and smiled at me. What the fuck were they staring at? Jumping in the shower I quickly began to rinse off. After all the sweat from last night and the cum from this morning, I couldn't have smelled to pleasant.

"UUUUGGHHH UUUUGHHHH AMY," a sound came from one of the shower stalls. It echoed all around, amplyfying the sound.

"Shut the fuck up," I called out my voice echoing too.

The rest of the soldiers began chiming in, moaning and groaning. I must have been talking in my sleep. Shutting off the water, I grabbed my soap and opened the curtain to see Hathaway there, holding my boxers.

"What are you doing?" I whispered loudly

"Sorry I thought they were mine," he said back.

"Yeah the ones with the huge fucking cum wad are yours," I whispered a bit more angrily. Blushing Hathaway grabbed his stuff and quickly walked out of the shower room. Not putting my shorts back on I tightened the towel around my waist and went back to my wall locker to change. Hathaway was already there starting to change. I opened my locker placing my stuff inside and grabbed a clean pair of underwear. I pulled the towel off and placed it on a hanger to dry. Hathaway was there, staring at my naked body, looking at me longingly. Quickly I grabbed my boxers and put them on. 

"Hey what happened last night was a one time thing," I whispered to him as I was putting on my tee shirt. "I'm not gay and I sure as hell am not going to get a dishonorable just because you like to take it up the ass."

Hathaway looked me in the eyes. His face didn't show any emotion other than the slightest twitch in the corner of his mouth. He stared at me for a moment more before bending down to tie his boots. Had I hurt him? I didn't want to hurt the guy, I'm sure he understood. Quickly I grabbed the rest of my clothes and hurried down to formation.

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A couple weeks passed by. Training had become a bit more bearable. The drill sergeants seemed to ease up a bit or maybe it was because we weren't fucking up as much. Hathaway and I never really talked much since that day. It was only about work and that was it. He was calm and composed about the whole thing, as if it never happened, though he seemed quieter since the whole incident.

The drills sergeants told us that we were going to begin bivoacs. I had no idea what that was but some of the recruits basically told me that it was souped up camping. Pulling guard duty and such around a site. This was going to be easy. My father and I would go camping all the time up near the lake. It would just be me and him. He would bring beer without mom knowing. She would have a coniption fit if she knew that dad was drinking with me. I was wrong....

To get to the "camping" site we had to march 15 miles with 40lbs of gear on our backs. After that it was a quick set up of our pup tents that we shared with our battle buddies meaning Hathaway and I would be sharing very little space together for the next 2 days. I wasn't looking forward to the prospect. Things were already awkward between us and I didn't want ot make things worse by having to sleep so close to him. 

We quickly set up our tent without saying a word to each other than proceeded to build up the perimeter. Drill Sergeant Levack watched us as we worked. He had been keeping an eye on me every free moment I had. It was unerving but I was still in training even after the incident. He just kept looking at me as if I had some sort of disease. I wasn't a fag. I had a girlfriend back home who cared about me. I was a star on my high school football team. I wasn't some sissy carrying a purse and wearing makeup.

After chow the Drill Sergeants posted the guard rosters. I had the worst possible shift, right in the middle of the night. You have to wake up then try and get back to sleep. Hathway lucked out and pulled the early shift. I crawled into my sleeping bag early, trying to get as much sleep as possible before I had to go out and "protect everyone else from the dangers that lurked in the dark." Feeling as if I had just fallen asleep I felt someone kick the side of my tent.

"HICKS, get up its your shift man," a voice I didn't recognize. Moaning I rolled over and got out of bed. Tying my laces, I crawled out of the tent grabbed my rifle and headed off to duty. It seemed I was pulling guard with Sellers, a black cat from New York who definatley had been well fed as a child. I began patrolling the perimeter as I was taught, hoping to get the shift over as soon as I could so I could crawl back in my bag to catch another hour or 2 before we had to wake up.

The night was cool but not cold. It felt good after the long summer days had been burning down on us. The slight breeze rustled the trees just enough to let you know it was there. The moon was full, shining light down through the trees in pockets. It made it much easier to catch someone sneaking up on you. I met up with Sellers again acknowledging each other we continued on our way. It sure was a peaceful night.