Air Force Short Arm Inspection
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[edit] Air Force Short Arm Inspection, Part One
++No dears, this is not an excerpt from the Military Channel. You won't learn about guns and stuff here. If you are under 18 you probably don't know what "short arm" means. Good. You can find out when you are older. If you are over 18, bring your "short arm" here and enjoy the story.
The year is 1943, the place an Air Force base outside of London. (This is
said in a portentous voice like Orson Welles.) I am a dewy 18. I boast a
proud PFC stripe. With pride I tell you confidentially that I am a sheik.
Maybe you don't now what that means, but then it meant a dreamboat, wait
you probably don't know that either. I was excruciatingly handsome, strong
chest and legs, light brown hair, pretty face, 29" waist, and a great bulge
in my suntan uniform crotch. Guys noticed it as their eyes swept down,
then embarrassed up again to check out my intense blue eyes tha5 made them
blind by their brightness.
Because I am too young and dumb I have never taken advantage of my physical benefits bestowed by nature. I am still young, but I missed a lot up to now. Oh yes, there were a few sessions with Keith last year. Keith is not in service, he answered that question, "Do you like boys?" in the affirmative and got his physical stamped with some rude "unfit". Maybe "unclean" I don't know.
I, Treymore Wallace am very interested in the young guys around me, especially today as they are all naked. Now that must have your interest. Yeah, we landed in England early today and before we were allowed to get to our base, we had to have our physical so we don't infect London. We are now in that scary part of the physical when we have to drop our olive drab shorts to our ankles and stand in rows with our dangle, dangling and our asses revealed to the row behind us.
An officer and an aid walk up and down the rows, "Name?" You say your name. "Do you have any problems with your penis?" You say "no" but you would like to be a wise guy like some of the men and say, "Yeah, not enough pussy."
The 0fficer, an old medial major instructs, "Life your balls, pull back your foreskin, milk it down." This is to look for discharge. I can smell a persistent odor of smegma permeating the room from over a hundred cocks being stripped back and milked. Ah, not bad at all. Oh fuck, I can feel a slight filling of my penis from the smell. We all keep our eyes rigidly away from looking at any troops' equipment, but right in front of me are perky, slim asses. I take a quick look down the row. I see all the guys are slim waisted; they have those nice youthful dimples above their asses. Some asses were cozily fuzzy, others shiny and pink.
When I looked down at my penis I noted that I was quite well endowed compared to the others. Most of them looked about like Keith's organ. I guess I was pretty large. My balls hung down even below my long penis.
The young sergeant following the major opened his eyes widely when he saw it. He was pretty nice looking. Short haircut like all of us, but you could see that if it grew out it would be dark and curly. He had the nicest mouth, a little full and wide and his eyes were Teddy Bear brown. He was about my height, 5' 7" but muscular. You could see the way his blouse outlined his chest muscles and his uniform pants were tight over his thighs.
I read the black plastic ID,, his name was Robert Dover. I thought in my head, "Bob, mo Bobby." His pretty eyes widened when he looked at my penis, he smiled slightly. I steeled myself, I was getting a little bigger.
I think he would have given me an "A" for the exam. He and the major passed on to the next guy who had to be instructed to take his hands away from blocking his dick. Robert glanced back at me and smiled and winked as though he was including me in the joke. Finally the short arm was over. A first sergeant barked, put on your shorts, start marching to the rear and get dressed. You got two minutes, if you're not dressed, you have to March naked."
We all picked up our two barracks bags, an "A" bag and a "B" bag, sat on one and we all lit cigarettes. At five cents a pack, why not smoke.
Then we marched to our new barracks. I grabbed a bed near the door, a prime spot and we were given some free time. Just then the PA crackled. "Private First Class Wallace, report to the orderly room."
"Uh, uh, you're in deep shit. You're going to get docked 'cause your cock's too big," said the hillbilly who had the bunk next to mine. I found the orderly room and knocked on the door. "Come in," said a young voice.
I drew to attention and smartly, with arms swinging, negotiated a march to the orderlies' desk. Stopped and saluted. "At ease, soldier, No salute necessary. Sit down, light up if you want and let's talk."
Holy molly, it was the three strip sergeant who assisted the major. He had taken off his dress blouse and was in an OD undershirt, his muscular arms on display. What a nice smooth, light colored skin he had. I could see his luxuriant underarm hair as he lifted his arm.
"I guess you are wondering why you are here, Trey. I guess that is what your friends call you. I hope to be your friend."
I was getting dizzy with the attention. Now this Robert was a year or two older than me, but he was some sexy looking guy. I had already been impressed with him during the inspection.
"Trey, I might be able to throw some special jobs to you. Would you like that."
"Sure Sergeant. What kind?"
"Well you could be KP man. You wake the guys for KP and drive them there in the truck. 'Course I expect you to show your appreciate for this special treatment."
"Sure I really appreciate that."
"No I mean real appreciation."
When I looked puzzled he took a deep breath and said, "I guess this is not going to be easy. I thought you were experienced, but I see I got a virgin here.," he took a deep breath. "You got a girl friend back home?"
"No sergeant. I'm not much of a dater."
"Call me Robert. Do you fool around?"
"Not really, as I said, I don't date." "I mean with guys."
"Oh."
"Yeah, do you?"
"Well my buddy Keith and I did some stuff before I enlisted."
"You mean jerked each other off?"
Whew, this was getting crazy. "N-o-o-o, we just read some Play Boys and jerked off together."
He came out from behind the desk. "Trey, I like you. You're going to be my boy. I can help you make corporal real fast. Would you like to be my boy?" He petted my cheek in a sweet way and looked into my eyes. Naturally dumb me gets a hard on."
When I get a stiffy, it really shows, I mean my pants stick out grotesquely. I was now slowly getting a real hard on. He saw it. How could he miss it? "I think you like me. Look your dick is getting hard just being near me. May I touch it."
He didn't wait for me to answer. He put out his hand, palm on my bulge and lightly stroked right on top of my erected penis. I looked down at his hand. He had glossy black hairs on the back of his hand. That was really sexy. I was huffing a little and he smiled at me. "You like to be petted, don't you? You are a little greedy feel-good boy. I'm going to open your fly now, okay?"
He again didn't wait for an answer. This was a button fly and with one quick pull, all the buttons opened up revealing my greenish underwear. Sticking out of one leg was about a quarter of my penis. He touched it. He rubbed the head with his thumb. My knees were shaking and I had to reach for the edge of the desk to keep from falling. He seemed to enjoy my confusion. "That's okay pretty boy, don't fight me, just go with it."
Then he leaned forward and put his lips on mine. Without thinking, instinctively I kissed hi m back. His lips felt so hot they almost seared mine. He now was breathing hard. The two of us were panting into each other's mouth. Somehow during this he had opened his own fly and his penis was sticking out. "Take hold of it. You want to don't you?"
I gulped, trying to answer, finally I gave up and just reached for it. It felt warm and soft on the outside but it was as though an iron rod was inside.
"Suck it," he demanded. I jumped back. This was getting to be too much for me.
"No, I can't do that. I'm not that way."
He laughed and chucked me under the chin. "Trey baby, you're as queer as me. You don't have to do it today, but you'll do it before you ship out of here. Meanwhile come and sit with me on the bench here. I'll get you off and you'll get me off. Would you like that?"
"I guess so," I said softly. I was now hurting, my penis was sort of pulsing.
On the couch he helped me pull my pants down to my ankles and he did the same. His penis was nice looking, medium size, smaller than mine. He had a lot of hair around it and on his balls, mine was much skimpier of hair and my balls were smooth. He reached down and lifted my balls in his hand. "These are some balls, I bet when you come it'd like Niagara Falls. I love having my balls handled, I do it when I masturbate, but he had techniques I never tried. He held them and swung them gently side-to-side. Criminy, I was almost splashing my pre cum. He wiped it with the palm of his hand. "Come on boy, get busy with mine." I stroked him but I found it difficulty to do him and concentrate on what he was doing to me. I guess I'm greedy.
Just then Robert jumped up. "The Lieutenant's jeep. I hear it outside. Get dressed quickly and sit at the desk as if I am interviewing you. We both jumped like nuts and got into position. As the young louie entered Robert said to him that he was thinking of me for acting duty corporal for the KP men.
The Lieutenant had gold bars, just a shave-tail, and young as Robert, I think. Without his uniform he would look like a college jock, blond, husky and hunky, with green eyes, and strong features. He glanced over at us and his forehead creased. I wonder if he suspected. But in a moment I knew he was wised up. Robert said, "Biff, there's some papers in your office to sign."
"I trust you Robert, just sign my name." He smiled winningly at me and disappeared into his office.
"He's got a bottle. In an hour he'll be drunk, this is the time of the day for his going blotto. He's the exec. But the CO is never here so I end up running things."
"I noticed you called him Biff. Are you that familiar with him?"
"Well if fucking someone makes you familiar, I'm familiar with his white fuzzy, hungry ass."
"Whew, I'm learning a whole new world.. I guess I better be getting back to the barracks, the sergeant will be milling me."
"Don't worry about Sgt.Wilkins. He's one of my boys. But maybe we should pick this up later today. Come by about 08:00 hours. I'll leave a light on for you." He laughed and grab-assed me.
Back at the barracks I got a lot of ribbing, but when I told them I might be up for KP Corporal, they sobered up, afraid I'd nominate them for the odious detail.
Chow was not good. England was suffering a shortage of everything and although the air force flew in stuff, it mostly went to officers, especially aircraft personnel.
At about a few minutes before my "date" I slipped into running shorts and a tee shirt, feeling pretty sexy, especially as I omitted skivvies. I was half reluctant to get into something heavy in homosexual matters. I had gotten comfortable in my denial, but still enjoying looking and fantasizing.. Now I recognized that Robert was a seducer and by coming to the office I was giving him consent, but frankly....fuck....I was yearning for the sexual attention even if I'd have to do something in return.
I tried the door. It was locked. I went around to the side window. There was a little crack under the shade and I looked in. Wow, there was Lt. Biff being boffed. His big football player body was on top of the desk. He was on his elbows and knees and Robert was behind him. I could see Robert's hips thrusting. They were in the middle of a fuck. Biff's eyes caught mine looking in. He looked shit-faced drunk. He beckoned me to come in.
I went back to the front door and a naked boy opened it. It was Robert fully revealed to me. What a hot guy. He was cute and hairy on his chest and legs and he had a forest of hair around his dick from hip to hip. He looked a bit drunk too. "Where Biff gets in his cups he wants to be fucked. Come on in, you can probably get sucked too because he likes it from both ends."
This was sure the kind of talk I had never heard before but it had me breathing deep from excitement. As soon as I entered the room there was Biff, still on his knees. "Get naked and come around and shove your prick in my mouth. Oh shit, it sure is big, be careful don't thrust it in you'll damage my stomach."
I got undressed in record time. I only had the shorts and athletic shirt and I moved up close to Lt.Biff's puffy mouth. As soon as I felt his breath on my dick, it began to rise to its full length of ten inches. He groaned in appreciation and took the head in. and flicked his tongue over the head. I was in full moan from that. Meanwhile Robert got back in position and drove his cock into the full smooth ass in front of him in one fast motion. Biff lifted his head and crowed out his pleasure.
There we were, Biff taking my cock inch by inch, swirling his tongue around it, me crooning and mewling like a new born calf and Robert grunting with his hard fucking his eyes rolling in pleasure.
The pitch of this sex could not last. The smell of sex, the sound of sex and the sensation of sex bringing us to a boil assailed us three. The first fall into his cum was Biff. He screamed that he was cumming and was followed by Robert who felt the constriction and pulsation of Biff's asshole. Biff should have earned his Good Conduct Medal, as he never stopped sucking me. I felt my knees weakening and my thighs locking as I prepared to launch a cum that had been waiting in my balls for weeks. It splashed into his gulping mouth. He swallowed and swallowed. Finally we were all finished and slumped down were we were. The first sign of lift was the Lieutenant.
"Want a drink anyone. Especially you Sergeant."
I looked around thinking he was talking to Robert who was a staff sgt, but he was staring at me. "Yes you. Anyone that can spunk like that deserves another stripe. Robert make up the order and tomorrow you start you duties as Duty Sergeant."
End Part One
It turns out that the job of duty sergeant has perks he never expected.
[edit] Air Force Short Arm Inspection Part Two
I immediately went to the PX to get buck sergeant stripes. Unfortunately they only had PFC single ones. I bought four and added two to each sleeve and stapled them on. I wanted to be sure if I ran into problems during the KP wake ups that I could pull rank.
The next morning I got up at 4:30 in the AM. I had been issued a GI flashlight but it was too bright and against blackout regs in England. The previous night I taped the lens so that only a slit of light came through. I strutted down the quiet squadron street looking for the building that housed my first "victim". I had a roster of the barracks numbers and cot numbers. I felt all powerful, I WAS THE DISTURBER OF SLEEP.
I opened the door to the barracks and was immediately assailed with the odor of sleeping young man. Ah, perfume. Then I became aware of the sounds, lots of mutterings, snorings and deep breathing. I approached the cot where my poor sleepy boy lay oblivious to his fate. The number of his cot was painted on the floor at the foot. There he was, lying on his back, his covers off, his penis in the throes of hearty morning wood. I gently shook his smooth warm shoulder. He opened his eyes, "Who're you, fuck off. Get outa here."
"Hey soldier, I can put you on report for addressing a sergeant like that. Get up, you're on KP. You got ten minutes to get ready. Meet me at the truck at the motor pool."
"Yessir, sorry, I was just half asleep."
Hiding my smile I went to the next barrack. There were three there and I messed up their nights sleep with glee. Oh shit, this was fun. My ego was bursting.
There were six guys on the roster. Actually only five were requisitioned by the mess chef, but one extra was always listed in case one couldn't make it.
I headed for a barrack at the far end and entered. My guy was already awake, sitting up and resting on a propped pillow. He was a handsome kid, blond curly hair and a killer smile. "Hey sergeant. How you doing?"
I saw that he was rubbing his crotch and looking down at it and then up at me. Now you know me, immediately my prick hardened and rose. He could see it clearly and he smiled even broader. "You're feeling horny today, ain't ya. Can I feel it?"
I nodded dumbly, already being controlled by the blood flow to my dick. He caressed it softly and then looked up at me. "Hey pretty sergeant, I'll make a trade with you."
"What trade?" I croaked.
"A blow job for being excused by KP. Okay?"
In answer I moved right up to the edge of his cot and opened my fatigue pants. They were loose and they slid down to the floor. My shorts were way out and he stroked my cock, then he pulled the shorts down. "Whew, what a monster. I'll try to handle it, or die trying. Send my body home to Boston, Mass. USA."
This guy could handle it. He actually unhinged his jaw I think and opened his gullet and swallowed the whole thing. Oh shit, I never felt anything better, especially when he held it down there and gulped and made his throat muscles stroke it. I knew I couldn't last long with this treatment. I rubbed his freshly barbered hair and held on to his ears and fucked his mouth. He moaned and grunted at the assault, but he didn't have to bear it long. My knees collapsed and my thighs grew rigid and with a muted cry I began delivering the morning milk. He managed not to lose a drop. When I finished he gave it one nice kiss on the piss slit and licked his lips. "Sweeet," he said. I crossed his name off the list and headed for the truck.
My detail was sitting in the open back of the truck. Two guys had fallen asleep. I started off, gears grinding because I had never driven anything like this. You have to double clutch, something foreign to me. In any event I got them to the mess hall at the headquarters and turned them over to the cook. He looked at them like they were lepers and got them peeling potatoes. "When you have a hundred done, you can eat breakfast."
As for me, I was a fellow non-com. He took me into the empty officer's mess and made scrambled eggs and beacon. Oh the perks of being a duty sergeant.
I drove the truck back to the squadron area and on up the hill to the motor pool. Uh Oh, I ended up in a area of deep mud, I was in deep shit, I knew it when a big tall, shirtless guy with day old whiskers, a cigar in his mouth and a bottle of English beer in his hand headed for me. I got out of the truck and we met each other halfway. "Are you some kind of ignorant son of a bitch, fag, shit head? What you doing ruining my trucks? I heard you grinding gears this morning." Suddenly he stopped and stared at me. He was quite a guy, muscular in his chest with some nice blond hair there. His arm muscles were like balloons. He was a giant, but his face was one of a mischievous boy with his ginger hair tumbling over his forehead and a wide, humorous mouth. "Say boy, you're kinda fetching. Do ya make it with guys?"
I was dumbfounded. My mind was working like a calculating machine I have learned so far that the Air Force lets compliant guys off the hook so I wasn't going to deny anything that might help my case. "I guess so, a little."
"A little is all I need. Git into my lil' ol' motor pool shack here,"
He put his hambone arm around my neck and steered me inside. The place was real 100% manly, pictures of girls' breasts torn from magazines, but there were also physique poses with guys wearing tiny straps that just covered their vital parts. "Git over there and grab holt of that truck tire and hold on. If you feel any pain, just bite on the tred."
I did it. What else could I do? I expected to be brutally treated but the surprise was that he was very gentle. He lowered my pants and exposed my boy-ass. "Whoooeeee, that's as fine a rump as I seen since my girl friend's back home."
For some dumb reason, not too smart I was pleased to get the compliment. I was even more pleased when the big lug began petting my ass cheeks and running his big sausage finger along the warm, damp place between my halves. I was beginning to go into a slight spin and sweat was breaking out on my back. "That's it boy, go into your sex sweat." He licked my back. Oh shit, I was slowly getting lost in his desires and needs and somehow I wanted to please him. Then I felt something incredibly wonderful. He had creased his tongue and pushed the pointy end into my rectum. It was like a little dick. In and out he used it. He hummed against my ass hole. I could have enjoyed this all day, but Sgt, Motor Pool has other ideas. I heard his heavy tool belt fall and then his boots being kicked off. The next thing was the blunt end of his meaty cock knocking on my back door.
"Please, please don't put that in me. I don't want to be violated."
"Violated? You little shitty fairy, you are going to violated and yer goin' ask for more."
He moved against my ass and pushed the big head in and then just stayed quiet. I moaned in fear and slight discomfort. He kissed my back. "Now chippie, jus' calm down and take yer happy punishment. " At that he moved forward and his penis slide deeper and deeper while I howled and howled. Before I knew it, his blond wiry public hair was tickling my tender ass cheeks. I felt full, like I had to shit, but it wasn't bad. Then he wiggled a little. I moaned. "I think you like that. Ya want me to fuck you?"
"Isn't that what you're doing?"
"Naw, this is jes' gittin' into position. Now this is fucking."
He pulled back and rammed forward. My eyes rolled upwards and I began mewling half from fear but mostly from good feelings that were radiating from my treacherous ass to my half dead brain. He pulled back his hand and slapped one ass cheek. My cock leaked a little from the sensation. He put his thick lips on my ear. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you."
"Okay," I said hoarsely.
"Say fuck me and mean it otherwise I am goin' to kick you out in the mud."
I screamed out "fuck me" and fuck me he did. He pulled back, rammed forward, soon the two of us were panting like stuck pigs. I could hardly believe it but I felt my orgasm coming on. "Oh, oh."
"You feelin' good. You gonna deliver the milk boy? Do it. I'll close behind ya."
My ass began vibrating and my penis shook and grew larger. Just when my thighs locked I screamed out my cum. He could feel it and he stopped moving and began crooning and spurting.. We each emptied our balls for a long time, shaking and almost crying.
"Boy, you made me happy. When a boy makes me happy, I make him happy. Next time you need a truck, use mine. It's brand new and has this new automatic transmission."
I felt my ass leaking all the way down to the orderly room. It hurt a little, but in a nice way. I decided I better check in with Staff Sgt Robert and the Louie. The office seemed pretty dark, but there was a crack of light under the shade on the side. I got up close and peered in. There was Lt.Biff totally naked and he was sitting next to Robert. Both had hard ons and were gently stroking each other. By the flicker in the corner of the room I realized they had set up a projector and were watching fuck movies. Or stag movies as some call them.
Suddenly I realized that Biff had seen me and came up to the window and smiled. He mouthed a "come in." I went around the front and tapped on the door. He came and threw it open, still naked and still hard for all the Squadron to see if they passed. I now could see that he was half crocked and so was Robert. Robert was kind of cute being high. They greeted me warmly. Robert slurred, "Come in beauty-boy and get bare-assed. You're the duty sergeant, well we got some duties for you." They both fell into fits of laughter. I think that they may have been in a good mood, but I better not test them. If I walked out now, I would get my ass in a sling, as they say. I got undressed and walked over to them. Can you believe it, my cock started rearing up. I was hoping they were suck me again, but they had a different idea.
The Lt. Said, "Get down on your knees. You're going to suck us both."
"Both at the same time?"
"No, it's going to be a relay. You go from one to the other and see who you can get off first. Now don't refuse. You owe us. You got a promotion, you got a blowjob and I can be sure you got plowed by the motor pool sergeant. Now it's payback time."
Robert put a firm hand on my shoulder and urged me to my knees. There I was both guys hips to hip and their moist cock heads awaiting my servicing. There was no alternative. My virgin lips were going to double launched and this was the moment. Strangely spit rushed into my mouth. I even had to wipe a drool line from the corner. Robert noticed it. "Hey Biff, his mouth is watering. This is something the boy wants. Go to it."
I leaned down and took Robert's slim long cock in my mouth. Immediately he put his hand on my hair and rubbed it as if I was a good dog. I loved it. I was glad he was pleased with my performance. I just couldn't stop the drool that was wetting his cock right down to the curly pubic hair. He liked the feeling of his cock being sucked wetly.
Meanwhile I dimly heard Biff's gruff voice. "Hey newbie sergeant, if you want to keep those stripes you better get busy on my tool right now. Robert here is halfway to his cum and I am just starting. Time to even it up."
He stopped talking as my wet hot mouth engulfed his fat prick. He began a mumbo jumbo song of pleasure as I licked his cockhead rapidly and worked my way down his shaft. He was cussing like a angry sailor as I continued. I knew he was fighting not to cum yet.
Meanwhile Robert was being careful not to get himself off because he was wanking pretty hard. I left off the louie and resumed with Robert. "Oh shit Trey, I'm squeezing my ass but it's not working. I just can't seem to calm myself down. Two more sucks, then go back to Biff while I cool off."
Biff's eyes were closed and his cock was trembling. I could see he was on the verge. Just seeing me do my stuff on Robert was bringing on his orgasm. I took his vibrating tool into my mouth again. He let out a football yell from his days in the varsity. His stomach began fluttering against my forehead and he began a long, many spurt cum that I had to swallow fast. Just as his last spurt finished, Robert grabbed my head hard and pulled me onto his prick. He was already into the beginning of his orgasm and his legs were scissoring wildly. I felt as if I had a bucking horse under me. Then he started, grunting loudly with each delivery of spooge. I hung on and drank his stuff greedily. As last he finished and he sat back breathing hard, leaning again Biff who seemed equally out of it.
I got off my knees and fell back on my backside waiting for them to recover. Finally the Lieutenant reached out and took a ruler from the desk next to him. "I dub you Staff Sergeant," he said mimicking the British Court investiture.
Robert asked, "Hey did we taste different?"
"Yeah," I told him. "You New Yorker has taste of the lights on Broadway and subway gropes. You Biff still have your days of football sweat memorialized in your cum. I taste cheers and a faint note of liniment.:
I got to my feet, and dressed quickly. "Got to leave. I got sleeping kids to disturb in a few hours." They waved goodbye weakly.
As I walked back to my barracks and my beckoning bed I thought, "If I keep this up I will be promoted to company commander, maybe general."
End
If you decide to join the armed services, don't count on this kind of action. Maybe the recruiters ought to advertise: "Don't ask, don't tell-just do it!"