Army Guy Jacking Off In The Barracks

I opened my eyes and looked around the big room empty, gloriously empty, except for me. I'd volunteered for some offshifting earlier in the week and, as a result, I was free till noon. I stretched mightily and pushed back the covers, letting the morning sunshine wash over my naked body. I ran a hand up from my crotch, ruffling the line of hair connecting my throat to my dick. That was it for me in the hairy torso department, a single line of long, silky black hair that bisected my body. Other than that, it was smooth sailing till you got to my legs and forearms. There, the hair had taken root with a vengeance, growing long and thick and curly.

I gave the line of hair a gentle tug and my good buddy down between my legs woke up and started swelling, ready to stand up and take a look around. My right hand kept on tugging at the hair on my belly, while my left sneaked up to pinch the big nipples on my pecs. I tensed my chest and the muscles knotted under my skin, popping my tits out tight. A couple of sharp tugs on each sensitive point and my whole body was starting to tingle.

I hooked thumb and fore-finger around the base of my pecker and gave it a hard squeeze. It bounced excitedly, the big slit in the tip filling with a drop of clear juice. The drop oozed slowly down into the trail of hair, drawn out into a fine string that glimmered in the sun. A couple of long slow pulls from base to crown and my navel was full. I dipped into the sticky wetness and started smearing it over the swollen knob on the end of my dick. The damned thing kept getting bigger and redder the more I worked it, tingling in a way that made my toes curl and my ball sac tighten.

Reaching between my legs, I grabbed my fat nuts and yanked them back down as far as I could pull them, stretching the bag taut. Popped out at the end of my fist, my nuts glowed in the sunshine, the surface a network of tiny veins. I went to work on them with my thumb and before long, my cock was bouncing up and down, the head flared so tight it looked ready to burst.

I figured it was high time to take the situation in hand, so I gripped my aching prong and started stroking, slowly at first, then faster and faster as the fire in my belly increased in intensity. Within minutes, my hips were lifting off the bed and every muscle in my body tightened. I was jacking off so hard by now, that my fist was only a blur. My other hand was still holding my balls captive, stretched as far as their aching cords would allow.

I finally reached the stroke that put me beyond the recall point. I felt the orgasm starting in my toes, working its way along my muscle-knotted legs and blending with the fire in my gut. I froze abruptly, my body arched so my cockhead was only inches from my mouth. I opened wide and took careful aim.

The first shot pumped about halfway up my belly, splattering like pearls on my skin. Then I really tensed up and the next hot glob got me right on target, splashing against my tongue and teeth. I really like the taste of my own spunk and this first sample drove me nuts. I started jacking again, doing my best to swallow it as fast as I could pump it.

When I was drained, I collapsed back onto my pillow and savored the tingling sensation that was still running up and down my body in waves. I scooped the last drops of jism off my belly, milked my cock for any stray treasures and sat up slowly, licking my fingers. I figured that I was now ready for whatever the day had to offer.

"Hey, Emmons!" I quickly slipped into my shorts and started making my bunk as the screen door to the barracks slammed open.

"Yeah?" It was Wickman, the barracks gossip. From the cheerful tone in his voice, it had to be bad news. "What is it, Dickman?"

"Wickman, asshole. Your name is on a list, Emmons. Looks like

you've been singled out for something. You're to report to the motor pool at one-thirty this afternoon."

"So, what's the list?"

"How should I know, Emmons?"

"Give me a break, man. You make it your business to know everything. just spill the beans, okay?" I shook my head in disgust. If the fucker wanted me to beg, he could go to hell. Besides, I knew he was dying to spring on me whatever he'd just ferreted out.

"Well, man, it seems that our beloved friend, Captain David Corelli old brass balls himself is looking for a new driver. Word has it that when he was finished with his last one, there wasn't enough left of the poor fucker to discharge. Corelli just chewed him up and spit him out. Now he's looking for fresh meat and you're on the list of eligibles. That safety citation you earned this spring is coming back to haunt you already."

"Thanks, Wickman. Now why don't you go on and get busy doing whatever it is that you do?" I finished making up my bunk and went to check the bulletin board. Sure enough, the list was there, just like Wickman said it was, and my name was on it, clear and plain. What the hell. Couldn't be much more boring than the landscape maintenance detail I was holding down now. I liked driving and I knew how to work on cars. I didn't give a damn who was riding in the back seat. I really didn't figure the man would have much to say to me except to tell me which direction to point the car.

I got myself ready and walked over to the motor pool. I was a few minutes early, so I wandered around to the back. Two guys I knew casually were head-down under the hood of one of the half ton trucks we occasionally used for hauling, cussing a blue streak. I chuckled, because I knew what a useless piece of shit the truck was and I didn't envy their job. I was just turning to go back to the office when I heard the sound of metal snapping, followed by an anguished scream.

"My arm, Vinnie! My fucking arm is caught! Help me, man!"

"I can't move it, Tom. Shit! I'm pulling, but the fucker won't budge."

I spun around and raced over to the truck. From a quick glance, it looked like one of the engine mounts had snapped and the block was pinning Tom's arm to the chassis. I grabbed a jack from the tool area, got down flat on my back and scooted under the front end. It was a matter of seconds to set the jack, pump it and free the man's arm. I wriggled quickly out into the open and stood up.

The guy's arm was obviously broken and he had a deep gash that was bleeding heavily. I applied pressure while his buddy got him bandaged and called for the medics. The whole thing was over in less than fifteen minutes, but it was too late for me to get back to the barracks and clean up. I was a greasy, bloody mess. It looked like this was one job I wouldn't have a chance in hell to get.

I rounded the corner and saw about a dozen other grunts like myself, spit-polished till they gleamed in the hot sun. O'Grady, our staff sergeant was standing at attention, a compact, dark man at his side. When O'Grady saw me, he scowled and his face got about three shades redder than usual.

"Emmons, get your butt over here and fall in. You're late, soldier' "

"I'm sorry."

"What the hell happened to you?" O'Grady barked.

I explained briefly as I stood there, sweat darkening my grease stained shirt. Suddenly, the other man was standing in front of me, his dark eyes boring into me. I'd never seen Corelli in person before, although I'd heard of him. I don't know what I expected, but I didn't expect what I saw.

He didn't look much older than I was, but he had to be pushing forty. You didn't get to his rank overnight. He was only about five-foot-nine-inches-he had to look up at me to stare me in the eyes-but he didn't come across as short. He was small boned, but looked as tough as hell. The muscles cording his neck and bulging in his forearms left no doubt that his body was pure muscle and in perfect shape. His features were sharp and tightly controlled, except for his mouth. That appeared oddly sensitive, the lips full and red, and almost pouty. I didn't figure him as a cocksucker, but if he ever took it up, I had no doubt that he would have the magic touch.

"Tell me, soldier," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "if you were in dress uniform at a formal function, acting as my driver, and a similar situation arose, how would you handle it?"

"Well, sir, I'd have to say that I'd do just about what I did today. That fellow was in a world of hurt and I couldn't leave him there. I figure his arm is a hell of a lot more important than my making a good impression and getting a cushy job."

"You think driving me is going to be cushy?"

"I ... I didn't mean that, sir. I just meant that I'm driving this beat-to-shit maintenance van now and anything has to be better than that."

"Emmons!" O'Grady was crimson, flecks of froth on his lips. "Stow it, soldier."

"It's all right, sergeant," Corelli interjected. "I get the picture, soldier. Sergeant, dismiss your men, I've made my choice." He turned to face me again. "What's your name again, soldier?"

"Carl Emmons, sir. Private Emmons, sir."

"What do you say to trading that beat-to-shit van for a beat-toshit staff car?" He nodded over his shoulder to a shiny black, late-model automobile.

"Yes, sir," I almost shouted.

"You start right now, Emmons. Stop off at your barracks for a clean uniform, then you'll drive me back to my home. I have some things to attend to, then I'll need you most of the afternoon and evening."

He tossed the keys to me. "There's a blanket in the trunk. Considering the state of your ass, you don't want to put it on the seat. You look like a major oil spill."

Captain Corelli's home was more like a small ranch. Out of the city, isolated from its nearest neighbors by a dense wood on all sides, it was almost like being back in the depths of the forests in Northern Minnesota where I spent summers as a kid. He lived alone, having been divorced by his wife several years before. The house itself wasn't much, just a two bedroom cottage, but the grounds were wonderful and the place was totally private.

"You may have a little trouble adjusting to my schedule at first," he said as we walked from the garage over to the house. "There will be days you'll have plenty of free time, and there'll be days when you'll wish you were back in basic training. That's the nature of the job."

"I enjoy variety, sir. I'll do my best to please."

"I think you'll do very well Emmons." He looked at me appraisingly. "Very well. Now, go get yourself cleaned up. There are towels in the cabinet beside the shower."

"Yes, sir." I saluted him smartly and walked into his house. The place was very sparsely furnished, but what he had was of the best. A Chinese rug in the living room about an inch thick, a

single leather chair and a state-of-the-art stereo. There was one picture on the wall-looked to me like someone had turned over a rack of paint cans on it, but the name in the corner looked like one I'd seen in a book on the history of art when I was in school.

I wandered through the bedroom simple again, mattress on the floor and a low chest and into the bathroom. There was a breeze coming through the window, so I left the door open, hoping to catch any stray cool air that came my way. I turned on the shower and stripped out of my filthy uniform, careful to fold it so that the grease wouldn't make a mess in the captain's bathroom.

The shower was great a tiled enclosure so deep that you didn't even need a curtain to keep the water from splashing all over the place. I stepped in and sighed as the water pounded against my shoulders. Two showers in the space of three hours-just my style.

I looked around in vain for some soap. Then my eye caught a cabinet built into the wall behind me. I opened it up and couldn't help laughing out loud. There in the midst of the soap and shampoo and shaving apparatus, stood a huge cock. It was one of the biggest dildos I'd ever laid eyes on. The fucker was thirteen inches long if it was an inch.

Seems our Captain was a collector of big boy toys. I couldn't help thinking that he might like my dick. I wasn't anywhere near the size of this piece of plastic, but at least I was real.

I grabbed it and held it down between my legs. It was realistic looking, I'd have to admit that. The veins running across the back and along the sides were tinted slightly darker, looking like they were swollen with blood. It was clipped, the skin a tight collar around the ridge of the thick head. I wondered if the dildo was modelled from life.

My own cock was hard as a rock by now, just thinking about the

possibilities. I sighed and leaned back against the tiled wall, under the showerhead. The water sprayed down, running over my chest and belly in cool rivulets.

Looking down, I measured myself against the fake cock I was holding. I had my prick resting on top of it and I could still see it all around. It was thicker than I was and protruded a good five inches beyond the hooded head of my cock. I'd heard about guys with cocks the size of this, but I'd never run into one in the flesh. I wondered whether I could handle it up my butt. I pointed the blunt head at my ass and pushed gently. My prick slapped up against my belly excitedly, near to going off at the feeling of this much dick up my tight asshole.

I liked getting fucked from time to time providing that the right guy came along. Since I'd been in the service, I hadn't found the right guy and the opportunity at the same time. It had been so long since I'd been butt-punched that I felt my cherry.

A quick search of the shower cabinet revealed a tube of petroleum jelly. I smeared a big glob on the head and first couple of inches of the dildo and pressed it up between my legs again. Then, I took a deep breath and jammed it up into me. I gasped out loud as the head entered my chute. I'd forgotten how good that could feel when hot and ready for it. I pushed again and felt the head rake over the joy knob tucked just beyond the asshole. My prick throbbed and squirted out a shot of lube, which hung off my dick for a few seconds, then drooled down onto my foot.

After I had about four inches of the massive toy wedged up into my ass, I needed to change position, so I could push it in deeper. I leaned forward, braced one arm against the back of the shower and spread my legs wide. I grunted and shoved another couple of inches past the magic ring. I could really feel the pressure now as it stretched me wide open. It felt damn good pressing against my prostate, making my whole body tingle, but it would have felt even better if it had a real man operating it.

With my head hanging down, my cock wasn't too far from my mouth. I was pretty limber and I'd been know to lick the tip of the head when I got inspired. The fat fuck stick ramming my ass was pretty inspirational, so I strained forward, tongue out, trying to make contact. I managed it, just barely, and was rewarded with a sweet drop of juice on the end of my tongue. I pushed forward with the hand holding the dildo and managed to lick all around the ridge of my crown. I was hot, my nuts drawn up so tight they were riding on top of the shaft.

"Finding what you need, soldier?" The voice was unmistakable.

"Shit!" I yelped, every muscle in my body tightening. I lost my grip on the dildo and when my ass ring clamped down, it shot out of my butt like a guided missile. I heard it hit the floor, then I heard Corelli's deep laughter echoing in the small room.

"Good shot, soldier," he said. I spun around Corelli was looking down at his feet. The damned thing had landed right in front of him, balanced on its base, the glistening head pointing up at him accusingly. "Not many men would even attempt that."

"I ... I ... I'm sorry, sir," I sputtered, feeling my face turn about three shades of red. My cock was still stiff, my nipples were hard and my balls were pulled up out of sight-and there I stood, in my captain's shower, having just launched his own private dildo at him, right out of my ass. I'd be lucky if I didn't get court martialed!

"A friend gave me that"' he said calmly, nudging the dildo with his toe. "Modelled it from life. You want to see the original?"

"Yes, sir," I nodded, not quite sure I'd heard him correctly. "Anything you want, sir."

"Well now, Emmons, that's a pretty all-encompassing statement. You sure you mean it?"

"Yes, sir!" I didn't know what he was up to, but the gleam in his

eye led me to think that he wasn't considering a court-martial, not yet at least!

He tossed his shirt aside and I saw at once that I'd been right about his body. He was compact, tight and well-defined. His chest and belly were both dense in dark, crisply curling hair. His arms were corded with thick muscle. The pants fell down around his ankles, revealing the steely, tightly-muscled legs of a runner. His jockstrap was either padded, or it was straining to hold up some pretty major plumbing. When he stepped out of that, my jaw dropped.

"That's right, Emmons," he leered at me, giving his dick a long, slow pull. "I'm the model. Want to show me what you can do with the original?"

"Yes, sir! " I grinned from ear to ear and dropped to my knees. Corelli stepped into the shower, grabbed my shoulders in a tight grip and pressed his crotch into my face. I nuzzled in his bush, sniffing his scents, feeling my dick throb and ache again. The head of his cock was rubbing against my pecs, twitching and pulsing as the blood pumped into it. I pushed between his legs and licked his huge balls. They shifted in his hairy bag, trying to get away from my tongue, but I cupped them in my palm and held on till I had both of them dripping with spit.

Corelli's monster cock was fully erect by now, pressing against my cheek and pointing off over my left shoulder. I pulled back far enough to get at the head, licking the mass of nerves just behind the crown ridge. The fucker was amazing-sticking straight out of a dense thatch of black curls, bouncing slightly to the beat of his heart. I grabbed it around the base with both hands and milked it, cupping my tongue under the head to catch the juice. I was rewarded with a stream of hot jism flowing over my tongue and down my throat.

This heated me up to boiling again. I grabbed him by his narrow waist, took a deep breath and leaned into him, not stopping till my nose was mashed into his bush. Then I closed my eyes and

started sucking, working my throat muscles like crazy along his iron-hard shaft. It's amazing what you can do if you want something bad enough. He grunted and started massaging my neck and shoulders, stroking gently along my straining throat.

"Hell of a job, soldier," he muttered as I continued to suck him, only coming off when I needed air. After about the sixth time I'd deep-throated his prick to the hilt, he hooked his hands in my armpits and pulled me to my feet. "You ready to try the real thing up that tight, hairy, army ass of yours, soldier?" His hands were cupping my cakes, fingertips grazing my crack.

"Yes, sir!" I croaked, about ready to cum just thinking about it. I turned around and grabbed the shower head, pushing my ass back against his belly with a wet smack. I spread my legs wide and took a deep breath as I felt his wide cock head against my quivering asshole. "Now!" I grunted, pushing down hard, dilating my chute.

He took me at my word, grabbing me by the thighs and slamming deep into me. It was so fucking intense that I didn't know whether to scream or cum. I did both, howling like a dog and squirting a load out onto the tiled wall in front of me. Corelli felt my hole spasm and reached down to catch what I was shooting. He fed me some of it, then rubbed the rest along the veiny shaft of his prick.

Cumming loosened me up a bit, making it possible for him to breach me till his balls bounced off my own tight knot of nuts. I reached back and slapped his ass, making his cock flex deep inside of me. He pulled back and rammed into me again, bringing my cock back to throbbing life. Then he reached around and grabbed my prick in both hands, using it like a saddlehorn for his bronc busting. He drove in and out, in and out, picking up speed as he heated up.

I started working my ass as well, keeping the ring tight along the shaft, flexing my cakes, pulling my belly back tight anything I could think of that would make him want to keep

plugging me.

The combined pressure of his hands on my dick and his meat stuffing my fuckhole were bringing me dangerously close to climaxing a second time. I craned my head around and kissed him on the top of his head. He looked up and leaned forward to kiss me back. His lips felt as soft and sensual as they looked, adding to the almost unbearable pleasure that was shooting through my body.

"I'm gonna cum, soldier!" he cried out, his thrusts into my ass shaking me like a jackhammer going full throttle. I could feel his body flexing against me and his dick thrashing around inside of me damn near lifted me off my feet. I cried out as I felt his first mighty burst of spunk searing into my guts. It was followed by shot after shot, filling me up, then running out around the plug of his prick, dripping onto the floor.

I let go at the same time, sinking to my knees as the strength flowed out of me with the jism. When I was done, I was flat on the floor, Corelli's body still pressed tight against me, his cock still throbbing and pulsing. The warm water from the shower poured lazily down over both of us.

"You won't find that in your job description, soldier," Corelli whispered in my ear. "It was just to answer your curiosity about that work of art you found."

"I'm still curious, sir," I replied, flexing my asshole around his hot butt plug.

"You telling me you want to add a daily dose of this to your list of assigned duties, soldier?" His big cock flexed inside of me.

"Hell, Captain Corelli, sir, it sure looks like it's gonna keep the maintenance work here more interesting than anything I ran across on that landscaping detail." I grunted happily, bucking my hips up against Corelli.

Who ever said life in the military has to be dull and unrewarding?

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