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                       Marine Basic Training

Sergeant Jameson could be a total asshole. Since he was my D.I., or drill instructor, it was part of his job description. From south Georgia, he was a badass motherfucker. He reveled in making recruits grovel and ask for more punishment. He was a lifer in the Marine Corps and was my father and mother for boot camp. I got hard just looking at him. During an inspection, my ten-inch cock would harden up as he inspected my bunk and gave me a hard time. He would shout in my face and call me a cocksucker, which I was. I wanted to suck him off in the worst way.

Sergeant Jameson looked to be the perfect Marine. At five feet eight, he was on the short side, but his shoulders were broad and tapered down to a round and tight bubble ass. His arms and biceps were pumped up from his constant workouts with weights.They threatened to split a seam of his blouse every time he flexed them. His high and tight cut light blond hair framed his handsome, but hard looking face. Years of frowning at troops dug deep lines into his forehead making him seem even the more hardass than he already was.

When I first saw him working out without his shirt, I noticed his hard flat belly, prominent pecs and a big package behind his tight-fitting shorts. Everyone could see the outline of his cock through his pants. He had a lot behind there to be proud of. Fellow grunts and I would make bets on whether his cock was ten, eleven, or twelve inches, Since we'd never seen him in the shower and having his own quarters, the chance of seeing his cock were pretty remote. I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch when he was around. Maybe that’s why he always called me a cocksucker. I think he knew I wanted to suck him. With a confident swagger, he commanded respect and got it from all of us troops. He always had a fresh pack of Marlboros in his front pocket and smoked them all the time. He encouraged us to smoke, even though officially the Marine Corps frowned on it. He said you weren’t a real man and Marine unless you smoked. I agreed. I’d been smoking since I was fifteen, either Marlboro Reds or Camel straights. I liked the rich tobacco smoke pounding my lungs and got hard every time I lit up. I think sarge did, too.

One week in a sweltering hot July, everyone in my squad went on extended maneuvers in the mountains. Sarge didn't go as he had meetings with a lot of top brass that week. He got a substitute to lead his men that week. I was left behind nursing a bad cold, but I was feeling better as the week wore on. I'd drag my sorry ass to the mess hall and guzzle loads of orange juice and fresh fruit. By Thursday that week, I was almost back to normal. I was laying on my bunk reading the new Penthouse when sarge walked in. Coming over to me, he got down in my face and barked,

"You been jackin' off, troop?"

"As often as I can, sarge"

"Don't be a fuckin' smartass, cocksucker! You're lucky you got out of those maneuvers this week. I'm gonna make your life a motherfucking hell once you get well. You know that don't you, maggot?"

"Oh, fuck yeah, sarge. But my life is hell already, so I don't see how you can make it much worse."

"You better fuckin' believe I can make it worse! Gimme that magazine!"

With that, he grabbed the Penthouse out of my hands and threw it off to the side and onto the floor. I was laying naked there in my boxers. I knew he saw my big boner making a tent in my underwear. He took off his hat and stared at my erection.

"You got that big hardon for me, scum bucket? You wanna suck my big fat cock? You wanna lick my balls, huh? Do ya?"

"Only if you force me, sarge."

"That can be arranged, faggot."

He went to the door and locked it. He turned and came back over with a menacing frown on his face. He walked up to my lower bunk and stripped his blouse off revealing his hard and hairy pecs and belly after first pulling a fresh Marlboro from his front pocket. Hit lit it up with his Zippo as I watched him inhaled and release clouds of blue smoke into the room.

"Take off your boxers, cocksucker!"

I pulled myself off my bunk and stood up. My erection had grown. I grabbed my shorts and slid them down to my ankles and shook them off. I was standing in front of my sergeant with my full and hard ten inches pointing to the ceiling.

"You're gonna get some real Marine training here now, grunt. Suck on my nipples!"

I moved toward him thinking I couldn't believe this was happening. He put his hands on his hips as I placed my mouth on his wet and sweaty chest. I moved to his left nipple and started to lick and chew it.

"That's not how a Marine sucks tit!" he said, and then drew hard on the Marlboro. "Suck and chew harder, goddamn it!"

I started to chew hard as he put his hands behind my head and shoved me forcefully against his chest. He took a long drag and blew it down into my face. I snorted up the sweet smoke through my nose as I continued to chew hard on his pec nipple. Placing the Red in the side of his mouth, he said,

"Lick off my sweat, faggot!"

I ran my tongue down his chest to his belly, licking up rivers of his salty sweat. I was thankful that it was July. I loved the taste of man-sweat. As I rested my nose in his navel, he moved his hands down to his waist, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped. There, behind his zipper was a true monster cock. It sprung out from behind his zipper and bounced around in the thin air. It was thick and uncut and was at least a full twelve inches. I figured then that they were right about short guys, that they always had the biggest dicks.

"Put your mouth on that and start sucking, private!" he barked.

I got on my knees onto the cold hard linoleum, moved my head down, licked my lips and wrapped my mouth around his big head.

"Pull back my foreskin before you suck me, faggot! How am I gonna shoot a load if it's in the way?"

"Sir, yes sir," I said, as I pulled it back with my hand and took as much of him inside my mouth as I could. I could only get half way down the shaft before I started to gag. He whipped his strong arm back and gave me a good hard slap across my jaw. It stung like a motherfucker, but I was a Marine and could take it.

"Don't fuckin' gag on me, faggot! Take my whole rod down your throat."

"Sir, yes, sir!"

I relaxed my throat muscles and moved my whole wide-open mouth down his shaft until my lips touched his hairy bush. I felt like gagging but resisted the feeling. I felt his cockhead almost into my stomach. He started to gyrate his hips and thrust in and out of my mouth. I gagged again and pulled off. He hauled off again and this time punched me hard on the side of my head knocking me down to the floor.

"Keep your mouth on that until I tell you not to!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" I mumbled, as I started seeing stars from his punch.

I put my mouth back on his thick monster cock and started to suck harder and harder. I wanted to please him. I stuck my tongue in his piss slit while I pumped on his shaft with my hand. I grabbed my ten inches and started to stroke.

"You ain't gonna jack off and shoot your jizz on my nice polished boots, cocksucker!"

I pulled my hand away from my cock and continued to suck.

"Lick my balls, faggot. You'd better not suck too hard on these bull balls or you're gonna get another punch, fucker!"

I moved my head below his cock and took his left nut in my mouth and started to roll it around, getting it wet with my spit. He spread his legs apart and I could smell his rank manly odor. It got me harder. My cock was aching for release, but I didn't dare start to jack off again. I sucked and licked both of his nuts until he pulled back.

"Suck the cum outta my nuts, but you'd better not swallow it!"

I got back on his cock and started pumping harder and harder until I could feel his sperm tube contract. He groaned and started to shoot loads of fresh spunk into my mouth. I squeezed his balls to milk out any more sperm. He shot so much my mouth was filled with hot Marine cum. I did as I was told and didn't swallow. He relaxed a bit and then pulled his cock out of my mouth and zipped back up. I had a few streams of his jizz leaking from my full mouth.

"Spit my cum on my boots, faggot! Get your shorts and start polishing that leather!"

I bent down to his shining black leather boots and spit his jizz on them both. It tasted so good, I didn't want to let it go, but I knew he'd beat the fuck out of me if I didn't. He lit up another Marlboro. I glanced up at him as he let out long and thick nose jets of Red smoke. I started to run my tongue along the top of his boot to spread his spunk around. I ran the jizz over every exposed area of his boots. I grabbed my boxers.

"I wanna see my face in these boots when you're done, you fuckin' faggot cocksucker!"

I continued to rub his jizz and my spit over his boots with my tongue, savoring the flavor of the tanned leather. After I had spread his jizz and my spit all over his boots, I grabbed my shorts and started to rub hard with my now soiled boxers. As I rubbed harder, the shine started to come up. Between his cum and my spit, his boots looked like new.

"That's a good cocksucker," he said, somewhat more relaxed now.

His boots were blinding in the overhead fluorescent lights. I had done my job, and him, well. He looked down at me with a pleased look on his face as he buttoned up his blouse. His Marlboro dangled from his lips as he said,

"You're a fine cocksucker, private. You're gonna jizz-polish my boots from now on."

With that, he turned, took another long drag on the Red and walked out. I was left naked and on my knees in the empty building. I picked up my now ruined boxers, went to my bunk and laid back and finally started to jack off. Thinking about sarge's hot cock, it didn't take long. I shot a huge load that flew up into my face. Some of it landed on my mouth and I licked it up greedily. I knew then what was in store for me.

A week later, after everyone had returned from maneuvers, Sergeant Jameson called me to his office. I sat in front of his desk as he went to his office door and locked it. He turned, lit up a Marlboro Red and walked over to me with his crotch sporting a huge hard on. He shoved his crotch into my face and while looking down at me said,

"My boots need polishing. Time for another shine, faggot!"

                                   copyright 2009/Wayne Bracford