Fort Benning, Georgia.... my home for the next 9 weeks. Here I would train to become part of America's elite fighting force, train to shoot, move and communicate. I would hone my mind and body into a killing machine. I didn't realize that there was more to my training than just learning to become a soldier.....

"GET OFF THE FUCKING BUS YOU MAGGOT!!!" a Drill Sergeant yelled in my face. I hadn't done anything to him but from the way he yelled at me it felt as if I had fucked his wife.

I ran off the bus carrying my duffel bags that they had issued me at the reception station. The bags weren't light, nor were they even close to carrying easily. I bumped several other soldiers trying to get into some semblance of a formation. In my hurry I tripped and fell and in the process of catching myself threw my bag. It didn't help. I hit the cement hard. My hands were bleeding, and I managed to somehow get a cut on my head. My blood was on the ground in front of me, but that wasn't what I was worried about. The entire area was now dead quiet. It was as if the birds knew something bad had happened. I looked up and saw the reason the world had stopped. A Drill Sergeant was picking himself up off the ground his hat lay three feet in front of him. In my haste to catch myself, I had thrown my duffel bag catching the brown round in the back, knocking him to the ground. I was a dead man.....

"SO YOU THINK YOU CAN THROW YOUR FUCKING GEAR AT ME RECRUIT?" the Drill screamed at me. I started to pick myself up off the ground. "DONT YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING UP YOU FUCKING LITTLE MAGGOT," said the large man. I stayed right where I was. I didn't want to incur any more of the man's wrath.
"Front Leaning Rest Position... Move," the drill commanded. From my little time in reception I realized this was the command for push-ups. "I can't hear you recruit," the Drill Sergeant said in a menacing tone.

"1,2,3,4.." I counted as I did my push-ups for him. The more I pushed, the more I got angry. Who the fuck was this guy, it was a god-damn accident. It wasn't like I purposely threw my bag at him. "76,77,78.." Man he wouldn't tell me to get up. Had it forgot about me? "103, 104.....,....1..0...." I fell to the ground. My muscles cried for me to stop.
"Did I tell you to fucking stop... recruit... What the FUCK is your name anyway you fucking sorry excuse for a human being?" the brown round asked me.
"Hicks, Drill Sergeant, Private Hicks," I panted, still out of energy.
"FUCK THAT, your not a Private yet recruit, Privates don't throw duffel bags at Drill Sergeants, hell you can't even do push-ups correctly. Get the fuck down and give me 100 more," the drill commanded.

I began to try to push more but my arms were having none of it. After five more I fell to the ground. The drill sergeant proceeded to get the rest of the soldiers in formation. He and several other drill sergeants were barking out orders, commanding soldiers into four platoons. The Drill Sergeant that I had bowled over earlier never took his eye off of me. I was still in the push up position, attempting to knock out as many as I could. I'd get one or two more and fall again. I stayed on the cement long after the drills had sent the rest of the company up to the bays to put their gear away. One drill stayed on the cement with me. I had caught his name now. Staff Sergeant Levack. He was a very large, white man who had a towering presence, especially when your only a foot off the ground.
"Position of attention... MOVE," the drill commanded. Getting up as fast as I could, I snapped to the position of attention. Well at least I thought I snapped...

"That was fucking pathetic, I guess you like doing push-ups like a fucking girl. Front leaning rest position.... Move," DS Levack commanded again. And again I was down in the push-up position.
"Now do you want to try this again? Position of attention... Move." Again I snapped to attention, and again I must have been to slow. The drill played this game with me for several more minutes. He brought me to attention one last time.

"Hicks you are about as worthless as tits on a boar hog. Where are you from recruit?" the drill sergeant demanded.
"Kansas, Drill Sergeant, Parsons, Kansas." I replied, yelling at the Drill Sergeant. Standing up and now getting a good look at the drill, I realized that he was an attractive man. He had dark brown, nearly black eyes, clean shaven and very nice pearly whites. His gaze burned into me as if I was the most worthless piece of shit on the face of the planet. His sleeves were rolled up and I could see he had several tattoos on his forearms, no color, all black.

"Kansas eh, did your worthless mother not teach you any manners in that ass backwards state of yours recruit Hicks?" the drill sergeant asked snidely. "Get the fuck upstairs and unload your gear."
"Yes Drill Sergeant," I screamed. I was pissed. I understand the whole yelling at me thing. Im in the army, I expected it, but calling my mom worthles..... he pissed me off.
I drug my bags upstairs as best as I could. My arms were on fire, carrying the gear up 3 flights of stairs. Finding my bunk I threw my gear on the ground and lay on the bed.
"Looks like we are bunk mates. You missed the bunk assignments, you've got the bottom, I've got the top," a boy said, standing over me said. "My name is Hathaway, Ryan Hathaway," the boy continued.
"David Hicks, nice to meet you Hathaway," I panted, tired. Hathaway was dressed in his PT clothes. As I looked up at him I realized that he was good looking too. It looked as if he may have been a basketball player or something in high school. He had a very muscular but toned body. Some of the deepest blue eyes that I had ever seen, the girls must have gone crazy over him back in school.
"You better hurry and put your shit away man and get into your PTs'" Hathaway said beginning to dump the shit out of my bag. We quickly threw the stuff in the locker and I got changed, just in time for the drill to walk through the door to introduce us to life in the army....

The end of the day never seemed that it would come but it finally did. The entire platoon crawled up the stairs after a three hour physical training session. Exhausted we made it into the bay praying for the drill sergeants to be hit by a meteor or to have an aneyurism from all the yelling. God didn't answer our prayers. Drill Sergeant Levack came in, yelling at the top of our lungs. It seems that we were alloted 3 minutes to shower. 3 whole minutes after an entire day of shit. What had I gotten myself into? We all stripped off our shirts, grabbed our soap and shampoo and stood in line for the showers. The three minutes was timed, Drill Sergeant Levack made sure that we were living up to his command. Standing near the entrance to the shower with a stop watch he had 6 guys head to the shower at a time. Embarrassed, the first group of 6 waited for him to call time before they took off their shorts. Then wasted more time hiding themselves from onlooking platoon mates. This was obviously a waste of time. Those who weren't finished in 3 minutes were forced to do push ups in the shower... naked and in front of the next group that came in for their shower. The rest of us quickly got the idea. We stripped off our shorts, put shampoo in our hair and had the bar of soap out of the container ready for our turn.

"TIME!, Next 6... You... Yeah you fucking recruit... get down... do some fucking pushups." The poor soldier, I didn't know his name, got down in the aisle between the showers and began pushing, his cock touching the floor each time he went down. The white soap on his body slowly dripped onto the tile floor beneath him, every time his naked body went down. I couldn't believe my eyes. Catching myself I quickly ran to the shower, through the bar of soap around my body, lathered and rinsed in the cold water. The water was already cold....fuck.... can't even get a hot shower.... Who gives a fuck. I wasn't about to do any more pushups today.
If the physical punishment wasn't enough the mental punishment was. All I wanted to do was get some sleep but FUCK NO! I have to pull fireguard. Whats fireguard you may ask... it's a waste of time. 2 recruits stay up for an hour each night, making sure nothing catches on fire and to clean the sleeping bay. Of course being at the beginning of the alphabet, Hathaway and I pulled a middle shift.
"This is fucking stupid man, all I want to do is go lay back down and get some sleep." I said
"Thats probably not the wisest idea," Hathaway smiled at me. Even after the day we had, he still smiled.
"Why in the hell are you smiling, today sucked ass man," I asked curiously
"Nothing, nothing at all. Just have to make the best of a bad situation, thats all." Hathaway replied.
"Well I'm going to go make something good out of this situation. I'm off to the shitters, watch the desk will ya?" I asked.
"Sure thing."

I walked to my locker, and quietly opened it up. Reaching into my shaving kit, I pulled out a picture of my girlfriend, wearing nothing but my football jersey from High School, spread eagle on her bed. Stuffing it in my shorts, I walked to the back of the bay, toward the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror I flexed. I had always been a large guy growing up. Standing 6'3" 230 lbs I towered over most other guys. I worked out at the gym when I wasn't playing football or baseball. Keeping my body fit was important to me. It payed off in high school. In most school, girls go after the quarterback, not in my school. They went after me, the linebacker. I can't even count the amount of girls I had sex with in high school. It probably didn't help that I was well endowed. 8" of thick uncut meat hung between my legs. There were several time I had over heard girls talking about how much I had hurt them but how much they enjoyed it. Sitting down at the farthest stall, I pulled down my shorts and sat down on the toilet. Pulling out my cock, I began to play with my soft meat, pulling and tugging on the foreskin. I grabbed the picture of Amy, my girlfriend, and held it up in front of my face, picking up the pace. After stroking my cock for several minutes in pounded my fist against the stall wall. I couldn't seem to get all the way hard. I put the picture on the ground and sat back against the toilet. The room went quiet and I realized that I wasn't alone in the bathroom. Someone was in the stall next to me.

"How did i not hear him come in," I asked myself. I remained quiet, listening for any changes coming from the stall next to me. The soft sounds of skin rubbing on skin and heavy breathing were filling the room. It sounded as if the whole world could hear it but in reality it probably couldn't be heard from 2 stalls down. The sound stopped all of the sudden. In that brief time, my cock must have been listening as well. He had sprang to life and was staring at me with his one eyes, begging to be played with.

"What in the hell...." I thought, "I'm not gay," feeling very confused about the whole thing. I didn't give a fuck. I was horny and I needed to get off. I began to stroke my massive cock, sliding my hand up and down my shaft, listening for any more sounds coming from the stall next to me. Shortly after I started playing with my cock again I heard the sounds return. Me and my mystery stroker jacked our dicks, listening to each other pant and groan.

"MMMM, oh yeahhhh..." the mystery man whispered. The whisper sounded familiar. "Oh.. yeahh...."
"Hathaway?" I whispered. The sounds from the other stall stopped. There was a dead silence for several seconds. The mystery person got up from his stall and put his shorts on. Wanting to know who the mystery jacker was, I quickly followed suit. Pulling my shorts up, I unlocked the stall and stepped out just as Hathaway was coming out from the other stall. Blushing, he quickly put his head down and tried to head for the door. I quickly grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back toward me.

"I just needed to get off man, its been a long day," Hathaway said, half frightened.
"You were listening to me stoke my dick.... you fag." I replied in a half whisper.
"NO...no... I wasn't..." Hathaway replied in another half whisper.
"Bullshit, you were listening to me jack off while you stroked your own dick. Dont deny it." I demanded in a whisper. Looking down I could tell that he was still hard. His cock was screaming against the black pt shorts he had on; it demanded a release.
"I'm not gay. Dude I have a girlfriend back home," Hathaway retorted.
"We'll see if your gay or not," I said menacingly. I put my hands on Hathaway's much smaller shoulders, pushing him to the ground. I pulled down my shorts, freeing my cock once again, it bounced in my bunkmates face. "Suck my cock, and if your not hard when I'm finished with you then I'll believe you." I commanded him.

Hathaway looked up at me, his eyes looking directly in mine. He hesitantly grabbed my member. Looking up at me one more time as if to ask me if this is what I wanted, he placed his warm mouth around my cock. I started to moan but caught myself quickly. I couldn't risk waking anyone up, but his mouth felt so good sliding over my rod. After a few bobbing motions he pulled his mouth off of my throbbing dick and pulled back my foreskin revealing my smooth, moist, mushroom head. Placing his mouth over my cock again, he started to bob his head back and forth. This was good. Amy had never even thought of giving head like this. Hathaway was moving his tongue up and down the underside of my penis and changing the pressure every once and a while. Amy would just wrap her lips around her teeth and go up and down. This guys was 10x better! I tilted my head back enjoying the gift my battle buddy was giving me. This is what I needed, I needed something to relax after today. I put my hands on the back of his shaved head and starting pumping my hips into his mouth. Fearing I'd gag him I didn't go all the way in, but then he surprised me again. Hathaway grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way into his mouth, deep throating my cock and holding me there. I had to bite my lip not to scream out in ecstasy. Slowly I withdrew my cock from the bowels of my fellow recruit. I had to give myself a breather real quick. No one had ever been able to do that to me. I was simply to big for most of the girls in high school.

"Damn man...," I whispered, breathing heavily. Hathaway just smiled back at me as he stood up. Looking down, he definitely enjoyed what he was doing. His cock was throbbing against his shorts now, making slight movements every time blood pulsed into his cock. There was also a wet stain near the top.
"Dude, that was fucking awesome, but I'm not through with you yet," I said. I threw caution to the wind. I needed to know more about this. I was so excited. My heart was beating in my chest so loud I was sure the rest of the platoon was going to wake up. I grabbed Hathaway's hand and led him into the shower area. For some reason, it just seemed a little more private. I pulled down my bunkmates shorts, his cock jumping with its freedom. Hathaway wasn't as thick as me, in fact he was probably less than average in the thickness department. But what he didn't have in thickness he had in length. 10" cut inches sprang out at me. I was shocked to see that he was oozing precum, almost in a steady stream, it falling down to the cold tile floor. I turned my battle buddy around and bent him over the wooden bench. He didn't fight this. It seemed that he wanted it, he wanted my thick meat in his ass. I was happy to oblige. I began to slide my cock between his ass cheeks trying to find his hole. Hathaway pulled away from me.

"Spit on your cock man, rub some on my ass. I can't take a cock without lube, he whispered. Quickly I spit on my cock and spit in my hand. I rubbed the saliva around his waiting hole. Slowly I pressed my head against the hole. It wouldn't let me in. I spit on my cock again and pressed harder. I was determined to get inside this guy's ass. This time the hole's defenses seemed to relax a bit, allowing the head of my cock to slide in. I wanted to drive my cock home, feel every inch of his ass but a hand reached back and touched my hip. I knew what that meant, I had to wait. Eventually I felt his ass release the tension and I slid in some more. After about a minute of sliding and waiting, my cock was buried in his ass, all the way to my pubes. I was again in ecstasy. I couldn't believe that 15 minutes ago I was looking at a picture of my girlfriend, thinking about fucking the shit out her till she couldn't move and now I was balls deep in a guys ass. My heart was still pounding. This was far better than any girl had ever been. I starting sliding my cock out of his ass. He raised up his hand and bit his finger. He was breathing very hard. Sliding my cock back in his ass he moaned some more. His ass relaxed even more and I started going to town on him.

As quietly as I could anyway. Pounding my cock into his waiting hole drove me crazy. I didn't know what to do... this was all to surreal. Driven by lust I leaned over and wrapped my arms around his stomach, driving my cock deeper inside of him. His cock bounced up and his my hands, frightening me for a second. I had never touched another mans dick before. Getting over my fear very quickly, I grabbed his meat and started stroking him, his precum providing more than enough lube. This was the final straw... my mind was reeling. I felt the cum well up in my balls. I released my grip on his cock and grabbed Hathaways waist with both of my hands. I pulled him against me and released my hot cum into the boys ass. At the same time I felt my partners ass tighten around my cock, and heard deep heaving breathing mixed with some muffled moaning. Hathaway sprayed the bench with his cum. Several long squirts traced across the bench and onto the tile floor. Slowly I pulled my now semi flaccid member out of Hathaway's ass. As my head pulled completely out, a bit of my white man juice leaked out and dripped down his sack.
We both went over and sat on the floor, our backs against the bench.

"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?"