When the drill sergeant catches Private Colvin ogling his squadmates' sweaty chests, he sends rest of the platoon out for a run. When Colvin learns that his punishment is to be taught how to handle another man's weapon, he submits to the ...
When the drill sergeant catches Private Colvin ogling his squadmates' sweaty chests, he sends rest of the platoon out for a run. When Colvin learns that his punishment is to be taught how to handle another man's weapon, he submits to the sergeant even as his own desire rages out of control.
Explicit adult material, gay virgin sex in the barracks with a domineering drill sergeant! 3000 words.
Sergeant Dewolfe stood over me, a commanding wall of muscle and authority that I dared not defy. "Have you ever sucked a dick, Private Colvin?"
"N-no!" It was the truth but my face grew hot with shame, and a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. With the door shut, it was sweltering in the barracks.
"Then it's time you learn," Dewolfe said. He yanked out the tightly tucked tail of his shirt and unfastened its buttons to reveal pecs like two slabs of beef and a set of abs as hard and flat as a cutting board.
I sat uncertainly, wondering if this was some kind of hazing, expecting the rest of the platoon to storm back in and have a laugh at my expense, but Dewolfe pulled off his shirt and laid it neatly on the footlocker at the end of the bed.
When he unfastened the gleaming brass buckle at his waist and let the ends of his belt hang free, I realized Dewolfe was serious. Part of me was terrified, but when Dewolfe glanced down at my crotch, his mouth turned up in a wicked smile. My cock was rock-hard in my sweat pants, forming a bulge too obvious to miss.
"Private Colvin, we don't issue rifles until week three of Basic Training. You aren't concealing arms in your pants, are you?"
"Sir, no sir!" I said.
"That's good. Before you can use your own weapon, you have to learn to clean one. You are going to practice on mine."
I took the hint and unzipped his pants, then pulled them down to expose Dewolfe's tight, white briefs. My fingers curled eagerly over the elastic waistband and yanked them down. Released from confinement, Dewolfe's manhood stood at attention, long and heavy. My hand trembled as I grasped it. A thrill ran through my body; it was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock.