You're In The Army Now !

[justdoitinnj]

YOU'RE IN THE ARMY NOW !

PART 1​

Ohhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss..... I remember this day very well. Just like it was yesterday.

April 1st, 1968

I reported to Newark NJ to be transported to the Army Base that I'd be taking my basic training in. After saying my good-byes to my parents and brother I turned around with only the clothes on my back and went up the steps. I was only 19 years old. Scared to death....all alone....no one from my home town was going in the Army at the same time as I was. I didn't know anyone at all...but I did know one thing. I am gay.

Now you have to stop and think about this. The year is 1968 and Nam was still going on. The policy of "don't ask, don't tell" wasn't in force yet. Thousands of guys my age were being drafted (yes, the draft was still in affect). But, dummy me, enlisted only because "they" told me that if I enlisted that I wouldn't be going over to Nam during my first year in. I figured that maybe, just maybe, Nam might end during that year so maybe I better enlist. Plus, I got to pick out the MOS (Military Occupational Speciality) (job) that I wanted. I picked out a clerical job only because I was good at typing in high school. If I was in the mood, I could type at 105 wpm with no errors. And yes, that was on a manual typewriter, not electric.

Anyway, off I went, thru the physical testing and written tests. The physical exam wasn't so bad. A couple of hundred guys stripped down to their undies walking around with their paperwork while doctors, or whatever they were, poked here and there and made you say "Ahhhhhhhhhh" and some other guy told you to drop your underwear and bend waaaaaaaaaay over and spread your cheeks. A hand came from somewhere and shoved its finger up yer ass feeling for God only knows what - maybe a lost ring or watch... I dunno. He was not very gentle! I'm still wondering if that really was his finger? Then we all had to line up in a single file only to have some doctor or whatever he was squeeze our balls and tell us to cough. I could barely breathe let alone cough!

I guess I passed their tests because today I'm off for basic training at Fort Dix, NJ (what a name for an army base!)

We boarded the bus around 4 in the afternoon en route to Fort Dix. I forget how long it took us to get there....but....we did. The yelling and screaming from the drill sergeants started the minute we got off of the bus. Somebody's nose was in your face and all you could see was mouths open with loud obnoxious words coming from them.

"You're mine now, you fuckin low life!"
"You're the scum of the earth!"
"You'll eat shit and love it!"
"Your Mother wears combat boots!"

The list goes on and on. But I'm sure you get the idea. And THIS was going to make a "man" out of me?

Fortunately, I had a cousin go thru this a few months earlier and told me that all this stuff was basically a game that I was going to have to play. So, I figured that I'd play along rather than to make any "waves" or "trouble". Its really hard to ignore someone that has their nose on your nose and their lips almost touching yours, screaming words as loud as he could in your face, words that went into this ear and out the other!

Anyway, we had to line up again, single file as our issue of GI clothing was given to us. We walked through this huge building while guys fitted us as best they could with our Army shirts, pants, socks, underwear, shoes and boots and hats and belts. The duffel bag was issued first so we could shove everything else into it.

Then as soon as you left the building you started running in a single file to the barracks area. Roll call was taken and you were told what barracks you'd be staying in and what bunk and locker was yours. After you shoved your duffel bag into the locker you reported back outside again to be ushered to the mess hall to get some so-called "food". Everyone was famished but this GI food wasn't all that great believe me. We were told to eat as fast as we could and to report back outside again. Eating that fast, you really didn't have time to taste anything, it just filled you up. We walked back to the barracks in single file and were bedded down for the night. Day one of Army life was completed and I was still alive!

You ARE joking!

Its 4:45 AM and some idiot is hollering in the barracks for us all to wake up, get dressed and fall in outside for something called Reveille. I was used to going to bed at this time NOT getting OUT of bed. This is bullshit! But everyone drug their asses out of their bunks, got dressed and went outside to listen to some idiot making a feeble attempt at blowing a bugle while we stood at a "so called" attention while saluting a flag that you couldn't even see because it was still dark out. Then we were dismissed and told to go back into the barracks, get showered and shaved and re-dressed in full Army issue and fall back outside again in one hour.

ONE HOUR!

That's over 200 guys in my company trying to get a shower and shaved and dressed in only ONE hour. Somehow....we did it. The drill sergeants called out names and according to our height lined us up in a squad. "A" Company was comprised of so many squads. "B" Company was comprised of so many squads. "C", "D" & "E" Companies were the same. We were told to look at the guy to our front, left side and right side and remember who we were standing next to and in back of because as long as we were in this company, that's where we would always be standing. Then the drill sergeants started to take us to the mess hall for breakfast.

We had one hour for everyone to eat and get back outside. If you had the time you light up a cigarette and just set around where ever until that hour was up. Then you had to fall back in formation and wait for further instructions. Today was pretty easy. First we all had to get our hair cut. Then we had some shots to get... who knows what they were for! Some guys cried when they got their haircut. Some guys cried and/or passed out when we got our shots. We had our lunch at the mess hall, same ritual that we went through for breakfast. Then in the afternoon they gave us time off to get stuff straightened out in the barracks. We had to learn the Army way to make up a bunk and the Army way to hang up our clothes. I'm surprised there wasn't an Army way to wipe our ass or jerk off, maybe there was and I didn't listen...I dunno

Around 4 PM we had to go back outside in formation to be led over to the mess hall for our dinner. Dinner started at 5 PM and we had one hour to eat and get back outside in formation again. During this formation the drill sergeants picked out the guys that were going to pull KP (Kitchen Patrol)
that night and the ones that would pull Guard Duty. Lucky me, I got picked for KP.

KP started at 8 pm and went for twelve hours until 8 AM the next morning. I got picked to peel potatoes. I never knew that the USA grew that many potatoes! HUGE pots of potatoes all around me and they just never ended. I hand peeled every potato that was ever grown I believe. But it could have been worse...the guy across from me had to chop onions the whole twelve hours. Some guys had to clean pots and pans with huge wads of steel wool for twelve hours.

KP sucked....big time! I didn't like this at all. Somehow I was never going to do this again. I didn't know how but I'd figure out a way....believe me !

A few days later I got picked for Guard Duty. Guard Duty wasn't bad....it was just boring. You walked by yourself around a building with a rifle that had no bullets. I guess that makes sense.

Anyway, back in the barracks we took turns all night long doing Fire Patrol. As soon as lights went out the first person would walk back and forth along the hallway making sure that no one had started a fire in the barracks. After thirty minutes of this, he woke the second person and they did the same thing and so on and so on. Finally, about 3:30 AM, it was my turn. I rolled out of my bunk and started to walk the hall dressed only in my OD Green Army Issue boxer shorts. One trip down the hall and starting back again and I noticed a light coming from around the door of this particular room. So, I went over to the door and shoved it open. There sat my Drill Sergeant in his tighty whities reading a Playboy magazine as he sat behind a desk. I was amazed to see him and asked him why he was there. He told me to come in and explained to me that he was doing CQ duty (Charge of Quarters). He had to be on duty all night but was off work the next day.

There was a mattress on the floor that he was allowed to lay on to take naps but he couldn't sleep all night long. There was an alarm clock next to the mattress on the floor. He got up from behind the desk with an obvious hard-on snaking up his shorts and laid down on the mattress on his back still holding the Playboy magazine in his hand. I sat on the edge of the desk he just got up from and was telling him how much I hated KP & Guard Duty. I asked him what I could do so as to never be picked for those duties again. He just smiled and pointed to his dick and said that if I gave him a blow job he'd make sure I never had to do them again.

Guess who never pulled KP nor guard duty ever again while in basic training?

By the way, my Drill Instructor was about 5'7", blond hair, blue eyes, smooth all over and pretty muscular....a real knock-out !

(More to cum if you're interested)

 

[portohottie]

Re: Your In The Army Now !

Oh yeah, bring it on

 

[SJB69]

Re: Your In The Army Now !

Keep on...I had a similar situation in my Army days...Yee-Haw!!!

 

[Craiger]

Wow! Those good old army days. Please continue.

Craiger

 

[peter1]

Whew! That brings back memories. I won't name the bases, becuse I undertand that some interesting thkngs still happen there and I don'twant tospoil things for anyone who is posted there, but two stateside bases come to mind when I read this. And yes, one did involve a CQ. And hen there was the drill sargent who would go to town with some of the fella, drink until he was oblivious and start making pases at the guys. I remeber coming out of a barracks one morning after a night inthe CQ's office and running into what seemed like EVERYONE on base. Since I was Way out of area it was obvious to a blind man that I had spent the night , but the question was , with who? I got invited to breakfast where they tried to find out but I wasn't talking. Does anyone out there have any good experiences they would like to share with the rest of us?

 

[justdoitinnj]

I'm glad you all liked my story.
It actually did happen to me....its true !
From what I understand, Fort Dix is no longer there.
I guess they closed it down during the cut backs.
I have alot more stories to write about my experiences
in the military.

 

[harry113]

Ohhh Great .... more stories please .... I never got the chance to avoid spud bashing !!!
Thanks
Harry

 

[degrandm]

great story moor please and it bring back memories for me i took my basic at fort Dix in 74 it was interesting to say the lest

 

[justdoitinnj]

PART 2​

Basic Training was shortened from twelve to ten weeks while I was stationed at Fort Dix. They needed to send replacements over to Nam as quick as possible.

After Basic Training we all had to attend either AIT (Advanced Infantry Training) or go on to whatever school we had signed up for (for those that had enlisted, like me). After the school or AIT we then had a couple of weeks of what they called RVN Training. (Republic of Viet Nam Training).

I had been sucking off my Drill Instructor at least twice a week while in Basic Training to keep off of the KP & Guard Duty roster. Now I was wondering what I'd do when I got my orders to report for Clerk School. I had heard that they had KP and Guard Duty too.

To this day I don't know how it happened but when orders were given out, I didn't get mine. I was told that the Army didn't have any room anywhere to put me in school for what I signed up for, so I was being "held over". Held Over meant I wasn't going anywhere. I was assigned to a different barracks with others from different training companies around the base for who knows how long.
Being a "hold over" was great. We did have to get up for Reveille every morning and eat in the mess hall when everyone else did. But all day long we did nothing !

My Drill Instructor from Basic Training found me within two days. I was laying on my bunk in my new barracks in my army issue boxers reading a book when he came in. Now you have to realize that by now its like the end of June and it was hotter then the hinges of hell here in Fort Dix. If I remember right, they were allowed to train up until the temperature reached 92 degrees. Once the temperature hit 92, all training stopped for the day. It not only was like 91 most of the time but we had high humidity too. It was just awful !

Anyway, my old Drill Instructor sat on the edge of my bunk and actually talked to me like a real person for a change. He was no longer my Drill Instructor anyway so it really didn't matter now. He told me his first name and where he was from and that he was married and had a kid. He was only twenty four years old and married right after high school. His wife wasn't very sexual and he was lucky to get laid once a month. She absolutely would not suck his cock. Of course, that happened to be his favorite thing....to get sucked off. Then he told me that I gave the best head he ever had - even if it was in an Army barracks at the time. He wondered how good I'd be at giving him head if we weren't in an Army barracks. He asked me if I'd be willing to take the chance and go off base with him to a motel sometime. I could get in big trouble if I got caught he told me.

He and his wife lived off base and he had his car that he drove into the base everyday. Once training was done for that day he could leave the base and go anywhere he wanted. He told me to think about it and he'd come to see me the next day to get my answer.

Getting off base and going to a motel with this hot guy for free sounded pretty good to me. Especially after being confined to the base for the past couple of months. I was forgetting what the outside world looked like. As for getting into trouble if I got caught, well, that didn't really bother me much as long as they didn't put me in front of a firing squad. What's the worst thing they could do....stick me in the Army? Plus, I figured that the DI didn't want to get caught with me in his car by the MP's, so it must be pretty safe or he wouldn't have taken the chance either.

Sgt. "B" came by at about the same time the next day and my answer to him was of course....yes ! He just smiled from ear to ear (a very evil smile I must add). We made a date for Thursday night.
He'd come over and pick me up by the mess hall at 7 pm. Friday nights were too risky because that's when all the guys that wanted to sneak off of the base would try it and that's when the MP's would be on the look out for them. I told him that Thursday night would be great...I'll be waiting for him.

He picked me up at exactly 7 pm like he said, dressed in civilian clothes. Oh my God, he had on tight jeans, a white T-shirt and white sneakers. One look and I was drooling. He told me to get on the floor in the back of his car and throw some of his military clothes on top of me. I did what he said. We got to the gate and slowed down to a crawl and the MP waved us on. Once we were outside of the gate he picked up speed and told me that I could set up on the seat now. I got up on the seat and then he pulled over so I could get up front with him. After we were a few miles from the base he asked me if I'd like a beer. I said sure and he stopped at some bar and ran in and got a couple of six packs. Not very far from the bar was a motel and we pulled in their parking lot and he went in and registered and he came back outside, hopped into the car and we drove around the back. We grabbed the beer and went inside the room. It was a crappy looking little place but it had a TV and a bed and bathroom. It was a cheap place where people went for sex. I didn't care. At least it was off the Army base for a couple of hours.

My Sgt. immediately stripped off his clothes and lay on the bed bare ass naked. He grabbed a beer, opened it and put some porn channel on the TV. Then he told me to get comfortable on the bed next to him. I stripped down naked and lay alongside him. We just lay there for what seemed like forever watching some straight porn on the TV and finally I reached over and started to rub his pecs.
This guy has got some body, I'm telling ya ! I guess from all the exercise he got from training all the guys he's had go through Basic Training, all those push ups, squats, jumping jacks, and running had done his body some good. He was muscular to the point that his skin was tight on his body. Not like a body builder but muscular none the less. He was muscular and tight all over...and a bubble butt like I've never seen before. He was smooth and he trimmed his pubes to about 1/2" long.

He told me that I could do whatever I wanted to him as long as it felt good but that I couldn't fuck him....and he didn't want to fuck me. Other than having a guy give him a blow job before he was married he had never been with a guy before. So, I said that was OK and that we'll take it slow.

I decided that I'd give him a massage...I thought that would make him feel good. Plus it'd give me the chance to feel all his muscles ! I started with his chest and massaged his pecs and every once in awhile I'd flick his nipples which made him moan. I worked my way to his abs and down his legs giving him a deep massage that he seemed to love. I totally ignored his cock and balls for now.
I had him lay on his stomach and concentrated on his shoulders and back. I used every technique that I knew on him to make him relax. I worked down to those muscular globes called glutes and gave them a rub down too. Every so often my hands would find their way into his crack and that would make him moan too.

I told him to turn back over again and this time I started at his ankles and worked my way up to his crotch. This time I put my hand over his balls and started to play with them. His breathing got heavier. His cock was standing at full attention by now and looked like it was hurting him. It was at least 7 1/2" long, had an up turn to it and the head had a larger circumference than the shaft. I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock just letting the tip of my tongue run up and down it. I swirled my tongue just under the piss slit which drove him crazy. Finally, I grabbed his cock at the base with both of my hands, dropped a load of spit on its head and plunged it all the way into my throat in one swift move. He let out a holler and lifted himself up off the bed. "Jeeeeeeeeeeeeesus Christ" I heard him holler. I slid his dick from my mouth and asked him if something was wrong. He said no but that was totally unexpected how fast I did that. I guess he was expecting me to play around with it....I dunno.

Back then I wasn't one to play around with a cock. Either I was going to suck it the best I could or not at all. No bullshitting around with it.I told him to lay back and enjoy it, which he did.

Again I plunged his dick deep into my throat and decided I'd give him he most intense blow job he ever had...or would ever have! I went at his dick like a Hoover in Heat! My tongue swirled around his cock at 90 mph. My head was bobbing up and down on his shaft at 110 mph.

I could feel his nuts tightening up in my hand and knew he was ready to shoot. He grabbed my shoulders with both of his hands, arched his back and hollered out - "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shit, I'm gonna cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" That first blast of cum almost blew my brains out.....whew. Where in the hell did all of that come from? But I didn't stop.....I kept sucking and swirling my tongue and massaging his nuts and enough cum shot out to paint the white house fence. Damn! I kept sucking.

Finally, he hollered out "STOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPP, I can't take any more - please STOP" I didn't stop....I kept sucking and his dick was still hard as a rock. "It's too sensitive - STOP - your killing me" he yelled out. I didn't stop. Finally his body went limp and his dick was totally numb. He couldn't feel his dick at all. I knew that would happen, its happened to me. I just smiled and lay next to him on the bed. Finally, I asked him if he was all right. He said yes but felt really weak and shaky. I told him to just lay there for awhile, he'd be fine.

Finally, he sat up and stared at me. I said "Whaaaat"? He said, "Where in the hell did THAT come from - that was like the best blow job he could ever imagine?" I told him that I didn't do that for just anyone...only the special people that I really like. He just chuckled and leaned over and gently kissed my cheek. Then he told me to hurry up and get dressed, we had to get out of here and get me back to the base before a bed check was done and they found out I wasn't there.

I got back in time and he told me that he'd seeing me again....real soon! I just smiled and thanked him for the good time.

I remembered laying in my bunk that night thinking to myself, if a Sgt. is this much fun, I wonder what an officer would be like?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm



(more to cum)

 

[kcm17480]

Wow, you just have to keep going. I can't wait for more of this story. Excellent!!!!

 

[Jacketman]

Yummy, hot, I'm hard now. Thanks.

 

[justdoitinnj]

PART 3​

I had already decided and knew that sex with the Drill Instructor was just that....sex. I liked him and there was a connection there, but it wasn't love. Eventually, I'd get orders to report to another base somewhere in the USA and we'd lose contact with each other. He'd go his way and I'd go mine.

Did using sex as a way of getting out of KP & Guard Duty make me a whore, a slut, a tramp? Probably, but I really didn't care. I already knew that females spread their legs to get their husbands and boyfriends to do whatever it is they want them to do or buy them something. I wasn't doing anything that hadn't been done before, this wasn't new. Call it what you will, it got me what I wanted!

Thursday night sex with the sergeant went on the whole time I was being "held over". Each week I'd add something new or use a different technique on him that I thought he'd love. I wish you could have been there the night I slid my finger up his ass hole just as he was about to shoot his load.

I had never seen a man lay on a bed with just his shoulders and feet touching the bed. I guess I wasn't very gentle with my finger, although I did load it with spit before I rammed it up his ass. I was sucking his dick like I had before, fast and furious and I felt his dick grow a little larger and his nuts almost disappeared in his body when I slid my finger in his ass. He grabbed the sheets and knotted them up in his clenched fists and let out a scream that I can't even begin to describe here.

His entire body arched so that only his shoulders and feet remained on the bed. I was massaging his prostate with my finger the whole time and of course after he shot his load I kept on sucking until his dick went numb. Finally, his body went limp, I stopped sucking and slid my finger out of his ass. I lay next to him catching my own breath when I realized that something wasn't right. I looked over at him and he had passed out ! Or maybe dead? I went into a panic, did this guy have a heart attack? I didn't know what in the hell to do. I kept telling myself to calm down.... calm down. I was on the verge of hyperventilating. I reached over, took his wrist and determined that there was a pulse... he's alive! Whew! I started smacking him in the face and ended up pouring beer over it. He finally came to.

I asked him what in the hell happened to him? He didn't know.. or wasn't sure. The last thing he remembered he was shooting his load when something went up his ass and the feeling was SO intense that he just passed out. He said that was the most intense feeling that he's ever had. He said it was like his entire body became his dick and it felt like his whole entire body was shooting a load.... weird!

He took me back to the barracks on base, I hurried up and showered and got into my bunk. I was dead tired and fell asleep really fast. The next morning I woke up only to find out that I had orders to report for Clerk School the very next Monday.... and the Clerk School was right here at Fort Dix. I was never going to get out of this place !

Friday, Saturday and Sunday went by and I had packed my duffel bag with all my belongings for my move to the Clerk School barracks. Monday morning came and a truck showed up to take me and my duffel bag over to my new Company that I was assigned to for Clerk School. There were approximately fifty of us reporting in for school that morning. I think we were in the oldest barracks on the base. Clerk school was to last eight weeks. I'm glad I thought to leave a copy of my orders hanging over my bunk in the last barracks. My my old Drill Sergeant might find them and locate me. By the looks of things here, I was going to need him more than ever.

The barracks were just awful. I think they were from World War I. They had seen their better day!

We took up two of these barracks and both were in the same sad shape. Twenty-five guys to a barracks. It was just one big area that had bunks and lockers and a foot locker for each of us. At the back end of the building was the latrine and shower area. If I remember right there were five toilets and five sinks and a separate area that had five shower heads coming out of the wall.

We had a Staff Sergeant who lived in the barracks with us but had his own separate room in the front part of the barracks. He liked to yell and scream at us as if he were a Drill Instructor back in Basic. After a couple of days though, he stopped the screaming and did more of a yell, I think just so we could all hear him. He's the one that marched us to the mess hall and then marched us to the school. He was there when school was over to march us to the mess hall for lunch and march us back to school again. School didn't get over until 5 pm and we were marched to the mess hall again for dinner and then marched back to our barracks in formation for mail call and then we were released to our barracks for the night. Lights were out at 9 pm. I assumed this Staff Sergeant wasn't married because he didn't live off of the base.

I soon found out that we were being assigned to KP and Guard Duty here. UGH! We didn't have fire watch to do here. What was I going to do? I hated KP and Guard Duty with a passion. Oh well, I'll have to see what my old Drill Sergeant could do for me. Maybe he knew someone over here that could help.

I was so relieved when my old Drill Sergeant showed up on Tuesday. He had found the copy of my orders that I left hanging above my bunk at the other barracks. He got there just after we left the mess hall from having dinner and were in formation for mail call. He had asked my Commanding Officer if he could speak to me and they pulled me from formation so I could talk to him. I asked him if he knew anyone over in this area that could get me out of KP and Guard Duty but he said no. He didn't know anyone over in this area.... he was really sorry. He also wanted to know if I still wanted him to pick me up to go off base like we'd been doing. I told him its better to wait a week or two until I got the feel of the place. I didn't really want to get into trouble, at least not until I got to meet some of the guys and got to know them better. He agreed and told me that he'd be back to see me again next week. I told him that'd be great.

I couldn't believe this mess hall we ate in. The guy in charge of the mess hall was a Master Sergeant and was HUGE. He must have weighed at least 400 lbs. I never seen anyone that big in a uniform. He was so big that a panel of materiel was added in the seat of his pants and an extension was added on to his belt. I really felt sorry for this guy but damn, he could move! And when he moved around, you better get the hell out of his way! He was very strict about the way the cooks in his mess hall handled and cooked the food. I heard him say one day that if the food wasn't good enough for him to eat.... it wasn't good enough for us either! He meant it. I've seen him throw food in the dumpster because he felt it wasn't good enough for us. This mess hall was almost run like a restaurant because of him. And he ran it like clockwork. Everyone was impressed with his food. Especially the Officers in the area. They ALL ate at his mess hall.

He was known as Sergeant Tiny. When I got picked for KP, I didn't mind, only because I knew the food would be good and that Sgt. Tiny knew what he was doing and knew how to run a mess hall the right way. Plus, once I got on KP, I was bound to run into a few Officers mainly because the Officers in his mess hall had waiters.

Do I have a volunteer?

(More to come)

 

[harry113]

Great story
Thanks
Harry

 

[kcm17480]

Yeah, that officer action sounds good. This could be interesting.