Basic Training 2

All of the sudden a pair of hands reach out and grab me around my mouth and eyes. Dragging me into the tree line I kicked and attempted to scream, though it did no good. My attacker had a grip around me that I couldn't break. I struggled and kicked my leg back, hitting my attacker in the shin.

"FUCK..." the man cried out in a half whisper. The voice was all to familiar. Drill Sergeant Levack. He released me and threw me to the ground. "You fucking little prick. If you would have been paying attention you would have seen or heard me. Instead you were daydreaming about your little boyfriend weren't you."

"No.. No I wasn't," I tried to defend myself.

"You cant hide what you are, you like cock, you little fag."

"Drill Sergeant I have a girlfriend, Amy, back home in...."

"Just because you have a girlfriend doesn't mean that you aren't a fag. You like cock. I caught you with Hathaway in the god damn shower and then that same fucking night you were calling out his name in your dream. Yeah I was there, I fucking heard you. You like the dick!"

A feeling of dread came over me. I had called Hathway's name out in my dream.... Oh god. Who else had heard. How many other recruits had known.

"So you didn't know.. did you. You were calling out his name. Luckily both of the fireguards were also asleep. I dont think anyone knows your little secret. I'm the only one who knows anything and if you want it to stay that way you will do exactly as I say," the DS Levack said, rubbing his pants. I looked up at him. He had a hunger in his eyes.

"Drill Sergeant, Im not gay. I dont like....," I tried to retort.

"Open your fucking mouth again, your going to take this and like it."

Sergeant Levack pulled off his belt unbuttoned his pants. In one swift motion he pulled down his pants revealing that he had been freeballing. His cock sprang up in the moonlight. He began stroking 8 inches of very thick uncut meat.

"Your going to put this in your mouth and treat it as if it was fuck buddy Hathaway," the brown round said.

What was I going to do. If I ran I would be kicked out of the Army for "the incident" If I didn't do it he would make my life a living hell and I would still be getting a discharge that would destroy my life.

"But...," I sighed. Levack looked down at me with eyes that would kill. Sighing again, I crawled over to where the Drill Sergeant was standing stroking his meat. My heart began pounding again. I had never sucked a guy off before. Hell I hadn't touched another man's dick until a couple weeks ago. My heart raced as I put the flesh in my mouth. It was sweaty. It had been a long day already and it seemed that the Drill Sergeants didnt get a shower either. Pulling his foreskin back and discovered even more sweat. It wasn't nasty, just a bit dirty. The smell began to take over my nostrils. My heart beating in my chest and the smell in my nose started to make my cock rise. I was liking this????? What the fuck was going on. My cock was hard almost as soon as it started. I started sucking him a bit faster and using my hand a bit more. I looked up at him as my mouth worked his member. His head was tilted back seeming to be enjoying it. Whatever I was doing he must have been liking it. I couldn't take it anymore, and I started to rub my own cock through my uniform.

"So you are a fag, I knew you liked cock," the Drill Sergeant said looking back down at me. "You sure as hell like to suck the cock but what about take one?"

I stopped. I wasn't gay. No way in hell that thing was going anywhere near my ass. It felt good when I was fucking a guy but I as sure as hell wasn't going to be this guy's bitch.

"Pull down ur pants and bend over," the brown round said quietly.

"I'm not a fag Drill Ser..," 

"Did I fucking give you a choice? Did I say 'If you want to pull down your pants' FUCK NO! Do what I say!" the Drill Sergeant said angrily, slapping my across the head. 

It hurt but not bad. Not seeing many options I slowly stood up and unbuckled my belt. Unbuttoning my pant I slowly slid them around my legs, eventually having them rest at my ankles. DS Levack looked me up and down, his eyes coming to rest on my large uncut cock myself. Precum was oozing out of it almost in a steady stream.

"See your cock says you want it in the ass or you wouldn't be doing that now would you," he said with a smirk. "Get on your knees recruit."

Doing as I was told I got on my knees placing my arms and head on the ground. I started to breath heavy as I heard him get on his knees as well. He slowly came up behind me placing his cold hands on my ass. I could feel the heat from his body warming me up in stark contrast to the cool air that was around us. Slowly he leaned over and spit in my ass. The warm liquid was quickly replaced by a finger running up and down my ass then slowly pressing against my hole.

My mind was racing... what is it going to feel like, Am I gay?, What if I scream, maybe Sellers will hear me, Do I want him to hear me?, I wonder if Hathaway felt like this?

His finger penetrated the barrier, pushing up inside me. I wanted to cry out. It shot a spark through my body. This didn't feel good at all. I wanted that out of my ass. I started to pull away but my trainer was having none of that. With his other strong hand, he held me at my hips. My ass muscle twitched and squeezed against his finger. After a bit it relaxed and the finger felt as if it was supposed to be there. Slowly, Levack began pressing down hitting something that felt amazing. I began to moan, whatever he was doing it felt great.

"Thats your prostate. The male g-spot." he said

Whatever it was I wanted him to do it more. I was wrong. He pulled out his finger and spit on my ass again, this time sliding 2 fingers inside my hole. I quivered in pain and pleasure. It hurt again. Again, I wanted to pull away and get way from it but slowly he began rubbing my g-spot and everything again relaxed.

"I think your ready," he said his voice full of lust. "Are you ready for this cock recruit?" 

I didn't say anything, only gave a slight nod. He bent down one last time and spit on my hole. I felt him place both of his hand on my waist and pull my ass towards his throbbing cock. I felt a bit of warm sticky liquid on my ass before he guided the head towards my hole. Here we go I thought, no turning back now.

He pressed the head against the hole and nothing happened. He pressed a bit harder trying to break the seal, letting his cock inside my warm ass. Finally the defenses gave way and he slid his thick uncut cock into my ass. I cried out in pain. This was nothing close to the finger. This was torture.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PUSSY" he whispered angrily.

I bit my lip and tried to pull away from him even more, my face lying in the dirt. His muscular hands held me in place. It hurt so bad. But just as the fingers, my hole started to relax. The pain subsided. Slowly he slid more of his meat in my ass, filling me up even more. Stopping every couple inches he waited for my ass to accomodate his thick cock. Finally my ass completley relaxed. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I knew you could take me," the Drill Sergeant said to me from behind.

I closed my eyes. It was actually starting to feel good. Pulling his meat out he quickly spit on my ass again and starting to use me for his own use. Starting off with a steady rhythem he fucked my hole. He began to gain speed and grab my hips even harder. Sliding his cock in and out of me as if I weren't there. My hole was starting to feel very hot from the friction of him taking me. He inched me foward with each thrust of his hips. This was feeling good. 

"You must be liking this," he said "Your moaning is driving me crazy but I'm not through with you yet."

He pulled his cock from my tired hole and got up on the balls of his feet. Sliding his cock back in my waiting hole he bagan to fuck me hard, his cock hitting my prostate with every lunge. I began to pant. This was driving me crazy. I reached between my legs to play with my own meat. The Drill Sergeant reached down to slap my arm.

"Did I say play with yourself," he whispered in my ear

I pulled my had away from my aching cock. Every thrust was like torture I had to release. My cock was a steady stream of cum leaking onto the dry earth. Just then I felt it. Welling upinside me, I was about to cum. 

How the fuck is that possible, I haven't even touched myself?????

"Im gonna... gonnna... cum... uhghghgh," I breathed.

"Yeah, you like that dont you faggot, you like that big ol' cock in your ass," 

"Yes, yes" I cried. "Don't stop, please,"

He took that as his cue. Grabbing both my hips he went into overdrive. Fucking me as hard as his legs would let him, his balls slapping furiously against my ass.

"UUUUGGGHHH uGGGGGHHHHh OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOD!" I screamed as my partner cupped his hands over my mouth. My ass tightened up around the cock invading my hole. My raper pushed deep inside my ass and released his hot seed.

"UUUUGHHHHH, oh yeah.... that feels good," he half whispered.

I collapsed on the ground, the cum filled dirt smashed up against my stomach. Slowly my trainer pulled his semi flacid cock out. Grabbing my tee shirt he wiped himself off and pulled his pants back up. I couldn't move. I was in too much pain. Too much pleasure.

"Get up, you have to find that fat ass Sellers before he suspects something," the Drill Sergeant commanded. Realizing he was right I began to put my clothes on, the cum filled tee shirt as well. Looking back at DS Levack he only nodded and turned and went back into the forest. I grabbed my rifle and began to slowly walk back to camp...

After waking the next person up for guard duty, I crawled back into the tent. Got undressed and crawled in my sleeping bag.

"How was he," whispered Hathaway angrily

"What are you talking about?" I asked back

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," my battle buddy replied.

"No I don't," I said quickly "Just get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."

"FINE," Hathaway said as he pulled his sleeping bag tighter around himself. I thought I heard him sob a little before drifting off to sleep myself.