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Personal Story Part 6 (Real, Oral, Dom, Cum)

This story contains items of a sexual nature….if anything like that bothers 
or offends you please close the page. I take full responsibility for the 
material presented and honestly assure any readers that everything depicted 
here is the actual true event as well remembered as possible. This is 
private material that would ruin my life if it was ever attached to me so 
understand that any information that seems to identify me is changed. 
Descriptions are totally accurate though as are my life's events.

One of the facts of life at Valley Forge was the faculty were all child 
abusers that got off screaming orders and ruling like kings. The truth was 
they were all losers that couldn't make it in the real Army or any other 
position of authority. It's pretty easy to dominate 12 to 17 year old boys 
that mostly had parents that didn't want them around nor did their own 
abusing. There were three basic types of kids at Valley Forge. There was 
those that actually liked it and were gung-ho military types. They were 
similar to the faculty as far as attitude. They were the ones that made 
higher rank and were in charge under the faculty officers. Basically they 
were to be avoided. If they centered you out and wanted to make your life 
miserable, they could.

Then there were the wimps. These kids were eaten alive there. They were 
beaten and constantly harassed because they didn't fight the system. They 
basically did everything they were told by the cadet officers and faculty, 
just to get by. I would have never made it through that hellhole being like 
them. It was a normal pastime to use them for entertainment when there was 
nothing else to do. Making them do your shoe shining and room cleaning was 
normal. If one of them fought back, they often ended up in a mattress cover 
along with a maintenance floor buffer. When the buffer was turned on it 
would literally scrape the skin off. It was a dangerous thing to do, looking 
back on it. The buffer could have wrapped the bag so tightly around the kid 
it could have killed him. I remember an incident of the barracks officers 
holding one of the smaller wimps down on a desk and actually spraying 
shaving cream up the kids' ass. That kid shit so much after that he could 
have dehydrated to the point of death!

Another punishment that was common for these poor bastards was the Roman 
Cocktail.  That was making them drink a full bottle of cologne or mouthwash 
or anything else that was handy….even piss. If you didn't stand up for 
yourself at Valley Forge you would end up in the infirmary or quitting and 
leaving the school if you were lucky enough to have parents that would take 
you back home. I'm lucky I wasn't considered a wimp. I am sure my parents 
would not have let me quit and come home. I would have been in a hell that 
was even worse than the hell I already considered myself doomed to. I hated 
Valley Forge but had no choice but to survive. But hey……. I digress….enough 
pity party.

Lastly there was the group labeled "The Boys". These were the streetwise 
kids that rebelled against the system and basically did their own thing. We 
fought for what we wanted and often ended up on the punishment tour area, 
marching our asses off. The faculty and cadet officers didn't want to take 
the chance of being openly disobeyed so they pretty much left this group 
alone. To be one of "The Boys" you had to go thru a long period of proving 
yourself. This was sort of like the prison tactic of picking out the biggest 
guy in the yard and fighting him. If you didn't win the fight it still 
worked, but you had to fight like crazy and at least hurt the other guy. If 
you could take a real beating you had earned your space. It was always 
better to win and achieve a higher level of respect but even losing meant 
you were not a guy to mess with. This was the group I had made it into.

I wasn't really very tough but I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut and 
fit in. I was also smart enough that most of the guys relied on me for 
intelligence gathering of what was available for us to get away with. I also 
had a knack for establishing connections and sources that other guys didn't 
have. It helped our click of guys and gave me a spot in the pecking order 
that was livable. Sometimes this meant I had to kiss officers ass to gain 
favors to call in when needed. I didn't have any choice did stuff I didn't 
like just to maintain my strings to pull. I hated some of the cadet officers 
and most of the faculty but as far as they were concerned I was a cool dude 
that kept the peace. I don't say that as a boast…..it was a bitch doing that 
balancing act day in a day out.

An example was a time I was caught stealing food from the mess hall. I 
always had a supply of things that guys wanted but couldn't get. I would 
swipe desserts from the mess hall for us to eat after lights out. When I was 
caught, I was given what they call an "Honor Council". That ended up with me 
marching 75 hours of tours as punishment and losing my ability to leave the 
post and go into town on weekends. It was a bitch but actually earned me 
some perverted type of respect by my peers and basically helped cement my 
position in the group.

The event with Captain Pierce was one of the things that happened at Valley 
Forge that stays with you all your life. Being only 15 by that time I was 
still emotionally immature. This is a horror story for me, that still 
festers in my mind…….. all though it also turned out to make my last year at 
Valley Forge much easier. I will explain what I mean later in the story. 
Whether it was worth it? I guess that depends on your point of view.

Captain Pierce was the faculty officer in charge of the uniforms everyone 
wore. He was a tailor, I guess, by trade. He was also one of the most feared 
faculty officers on the post. He had a very deep and loud voice and 
basically scared the shit out of most of the meeker cadets, let alone me and 
my friends. No one wanted to get on the bad side of this asshole.

He was known for being one of the night monitors that roamed the post at 
night checking bunks and making sure everyone was in bed. You know….like a 
prison bed check.

It was common for someone to take the chance and go AWOL at night, you could 
go into Philadelphia or even down to the Jersey Shore just to fuck around 
and prove you had the balls. If you could get someone to cover for you for a 
day or so by saying you were in sickbay or on leave or any other excuse, all 
the while hoping the asking authority would accept it and not check. It was 
funny how really stupid many of the faculty was. Maybe it was just because 
they really didn't give a shit anyway, but you could often get away with it. 
So sneaking out at night was popular just to get away at night and maybe 
just wander around the nearby town, or maybe go to a late diner or something 
just to be able to say you did it. It was sort of a prestige thing.

Night monitors were always roaming from barracks to barracks looking for 
empty cots so you could expect to see a flashlight in your face quite often 
late at night. The shithead Captain Pierce seemed to get off on it. He 
especially liked to catch you with underwear on in bed. I mentioned before 
that it was a general rule that you had to be in pajamas at night with no 
underwear, for hygiene purposes I guess. It was just more of the chicken 
shit they made you do.  If Captain Pierce could see a waist band showing, as 
you slept, he would burst into your room at all hours and make you get out 
of bed and strip down in front of him to take off the underwear. He would 
shine his flashlight on your cock and make you stand there for several 
minutes to embarrass you. Then he'd make you put on your pajamas and get 
back into bed as he wrote a demerit report on you for punishment tours. As I 
said, basically he was a bastard.

Lucky me……..I had an appointment for a fitting for my full dress uniform 
with Captain Pierce. It was scheduled for a Sunday which seemed unusual but 
for Captain Pierce……. not surprising. I was to report at 3:30 PM that day. I 
knew I would probably be walking into a large serving of chicken shit, since 
Pierce was a real bully type. By today's standards he was a sleazy pedophile 
and would have probably ended up in jail where he belonged. He appeared to 
be around 45-50 years old and weighed maybe 250 pounds at about 6 feet tall. 
He was a big guy and very ominous looking to a young kid……and dominates. He 
loved barking orders at the meeker kids.

I arrived on time that day and stood in line with several other guys. I was 
the last to get measured and had waited over an hour to finally hear, "In 
here cadet…….now!"

I entered his fitting room and was immediately told to strip down to my 
underwear and get up on a platform in the middle of the room. Pierce closed 
the door. He always seemed to work with one kid at a time in his fitting 
room and always closed the door with the premise of privacy for each victim. 
I was surprised to notice he also turned the lock on the door, but didn't 
dare ask why. I reluctantly stripped out of my uniform and stepped up on the 
platform, actually trembling. Pierce took his sweet old time and finally 
approached me with a tape measure and paper pad. He began taking 
measurements of my neck size, arm length, chest, abdomen and the length from 
my hip to the floor. He was making a big production out of it.  He barked, 
"Take off your t-shirt I can't get good measurements this way. Stand with 
your feet apart and look straight ahead." I stripped out of my shirt and 
stood with nothing on but a pair of tight jockeys. My feet were apart maybe 
a foot and I was nervous. Pierce seemed to be in a bad mood. He barked the 
orders and used the tape measure over and over. He was behind me and was 
measuring my inseam from my crotch to my heel. He seemed to press his hand 
upwards into my crotch more than I thought he had to but I was afraid to 
even move. Pierce sort of grunted and said, 'Pull down those damn skivvies 
so I can get a God damn decent measurement here." I was mortified and 
scared. You have to realize I was only 15 years old by that time and this 
was one of the toughest faculty officers at Valley Forge! I put my thumbs in 
my waist band and pushed my underpants down only a few inches, making sure 
my cock stayed inside. I was humiliated. My pubic hair was exposed. Pierce 
put the measuring tape around my waist and pulled it back and forth as he 
took a measurement. To my surprise he grunted, and pulled my pants further 
down to my knees! My cock was exposed! I was terrified but stood still, as 
he put the measuring tape around me again. Somehow he maneuvered the tape 
down to the level that it was under my hanging cock and over my ball sack as 
he pulled it back and forth. I realized by that time that this freak was 
actually molesting me under the pretense of a uniform fitting! He continued 
to slowly pull the tape back and forth. He did this slowly, for several 
minutes. I could hear him breathing deeply. To my horror the friction of the 
tape and fear combined, to cause my cock to start to harden. Pierce kept it 
going for a few seconds more then dropped the tape and stood up. He walked 
to my side and yelled, "What the fuck is that cadet? You a pretty boy or 
what? Your getting an erection!" With that comment he flicked the head of my 
cock with his pencil. That only caused me more difficulty. "I guess we have 
a little queer here. You like it when people touch your little boy cock?" He 
used his pencil to lift my partially hard cock up, and then let it bounce 
down. He did this several times and said, "Don't you dare move mister. We 
can't have this kind of shit go unpunished; face me when I talk to you! 
Stand up straight God damn it! Let's see if you know what to do with that 
little thing. I bet you play with yourself all the time. Am I right? Let me 
see you play with it. You're the one that can't keep his cock under control! 
Let's see you beat the meat! Do it mister……do it NOW!" I was horrified and 
scared nearly to tears as I reached down and stroked it slowly a couple 
times then stood back at attention.

I nearly screamed as Pierce reached forward and grabbed my cock and pulled 
me of the platform toward him, using it like a handle on a cart! He said, 
"You want to be a queer? I'll show you what happens to queers around here." 
He pulled my cock and me along with it, toward his office. I could see him 
unfastening his belt as we stumbled through the door. "I'm going to give you 
a Queer Dog…..you know what that is? Well your gonna find out, and you're 
going to like it! You had better do what I tell you or you will never get 
done doing the tours I'll give you! I will report this to the commandant and 
have you thrown out of this school. You understand me, mister…..well…do 
you?"  He screamed. I was starting to cry a little and mumbled a short "Yes 
Sir". Pierce maneuvered me using the grip he had on my stiffening cock. Even 
in my abstract fear I was starting to envision what could happen here. He 
pushed me up against his desk and stood before me as he unfastened his belt 
and opened his pants. He had a fearsome look on his face. He was wearing 
Khaki Colored boxer shorts and I could tell he was getting an erection as he 
fumbled with his clothing. His pants fell to the floor and his cock sprung 
through the opening of his boxers. I was shaking and terrified. To a young 
kid his cock was the biggest cock I had ever seen in person. It was 
circumcised and fat. It looked like it was 10 inches long to me, and it 
stood straight out from his body. It was so long it didn't stand up like 
mine, but it curved upwards. It was heavily veined and he had a large amount 
of hair bushed around his cock and balls. His balls were in a tight pouch 
under his cock. They didn't hang, like you would expect with a guy his age. 
I knew then, this was a fucking queer pedophile and he was going to molest 
me. In some strange horrible way I could feel my sexual excitement start to 
grow. I wasn't as afraid of him as before. My head was starting to clear a 
little. In the back of my mind I knew he wouldn't want anyone to know about 
this any more than I did.  I actually started to think of the things I would 
be able to get out of him after he had committed this act of child 
molestation.

"Now you're going to service me mister, and your going to do exactly what I 
tell you. I don't want to hurt you, so you better not disobey me! Now.……feel 
a real cock….take this in your hands……do it now mister….here!" He held his 
cock up and thrust it toward me. I was starting to lose my fear and see this 
as an opportunity to get Captain Pierce in my pocket!!! As I said before, I 
was sure he wasn't going to want anyone to know about this so I was really 
sort of in the driver's seat. His cock was really big compared to Joe's 6 
inch cock that I had been sucking the last month or two.

I reached for it with both hands and realized, even holding it with two 
hands that several inches still stood out free, only inches from my face. 
Pierce said, "That's it you little cock sucker, now kiss it……make love to my 
cock queer boy. I can see your happy about this, your little cock is 
saluting my man cock. Now kiss it, do it now, kiss it." I leaned forward and 
lightly kissed the very tip of his cock as I held it with both hands and 
subconsciously tended to stroke it gently. His cock head was shaped like a 
pointy banana. There was precum oozing from its keyhole shaped slit. Pierce 
moaned and said, "That's it faggot, kiss it , come on it isn't going to bite 
you, suck it a little, come on, you might live though this after all."  That 
comment scared me, I was shaking and tears were running down my face.

By this time I was committed. I figured, what the fuck, I sucked Joe every 
night, this isn't any different, other that the fact this guy can ruin my 
life.

I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. It was absolutely monstrous. I 
had to fully open my mouth to accommodate just his cock head and an inch or 
two of shaft. I could taste his precum. Pierce moaned and pumped toward me. 
He put his hand on the back of my head and I felt him push me farther down 
on his cock. I could smell his sweat. I almost gagged, as he pressed hard. 
He started to fuck my mouth and push my head roughly down as he rammed it 
into my mouth. "God damn, you're not bad at this, you little cocksucker. 
Where have you been all my life? Suck it hard mister, suck it suck it!" I 
could tell he was getting close and I knew he wasn't going to tell me or let 
me off. I closed my eyes as tears ran down my cheeks. I felt him tense up 
and nearly choked as he pushed his cock hard into my mouth. I heard him 
groan and felt the first hard gush of hot cum force its way into my throat. 
I gagged and coughed as he continued to shoot streams of cum into my mouth. 
I had no choice but to swallow what I could. I couldn't breathe otherwise. 
Cum dripped down my chin on to the floor. He seemed to cum forever.

Finally he stopped pushing and let me off his cock as I coughed and gagged 
and sputtered. Cum ran down my chin onto the floor. He roughly pushed me 
away and turned to get Kleenex from a box on his desk. "Here, clean me up 
and wipe up the mess you made." He made me wipe the cum from his softening 
cock and clean my face and the floor between us. "Looks like your still a 
horny little cocksucker……all that and you still have an erection. Let me see 
you shoot your faggot juice. Go ahead I want to see you jerk off a load 
right here……get to it mister, let's see what ya got!" I was still upset and 
still had tears flowing down my face. I started to beat off slowly and knew 
I was going to have trouble completing the task. Pierce sat in his chair and 
watched me as I stroked in a clumsy rhythm. Even at his age he seemed to be 
getting hot again. He slowly stroked his semi-hard shaft as he watched. I 
knew he expected me to cum but I didn't have the feeling at all. I stroked 
for several minutes and finally said, "I can't Sir, really, I just can't." 
Pierce yelled, "You'd better or I'll have to help you, and I don't think you 
want that. Beat it hard, beat it! let's see your juice." I tried to zone out 
and stroked as I stood before him. He pulled his pants back on. After what 
seemed like forever I felt the familiar warmth start to creep up my balls. I 
closed my eyes and tried to forget where I was. After several hard minutes I 
felt the cum start to boil in my balls. I stroked it like crazy and finally 
shot several streams of cum on the floor in front of Captain Pierce. "Well 
at least you aren't some little girl. If I dismiss you I am assuming you 
will keep this between the two of us. If you think anyone would believe you, 
let me warn you, others have tried and they are no longer with us. You don't 
want your parents to walk the Walk of Shame with you, right? I want you back 
in your barracks in 5 minutes. I also want you back here next weekend….same 
time same place. We aren't done with your punishment. Now get dressed and 
get out of here. Now! Not tomorrow, get out!"

I got dressed and flew out of there. I was trembling like a leaf. I didn't 
know what to do. I knew if I turned him in that everyone would find out what 
he made me do. That included my parents and other friends. I couldn't stand 
that. I knew this was a molestation that could not be reported. I would have 
to deal with it myself. Even that night I started to formulize plans of how 
to capitalize on this weakness of Captain Pierce. I figured if I could stand 
it I could get some pretty good favors from the toughest faculty officer on 
the post. Now I knew he was a pedophile and had a weakness. I would see how 
things went next week when he expected me back. Maybe, just maybe, this 
could work out for the best. That night I slept the sleep of a dead man. Joe 
probably wondered why I was preoccupied. I couldn't tell anyone about this. 
Even after brushing my teeth several times I could still taste his cum. This 
was going to be very hard and dangerous but I was sort of energized………..what 
would happen next?

I was afraid to tell Joe about it right away for fear he'd be scared over 
the fact that a third party had entered our little relationship. I planned 
on explaining it to him after things worked their way out and I knew 
=exactly what I had gotten into. I was scared but at the same time sorta 
excited that maybe, just maybe, I could get Pierce to pull some strings and 
get me promoted in rank. I was still a private with no special privileges. 
As a cadet officer or non-com I would get easier duty and much more freedom. 
I would also be able to tell a few cadet officers that I hated, to fuck off. 
They wouldn't be able to do a thing about it if I was an officer too. The 
thought of all this replaced a lot of the fear that I had about dgoing back 
into Pierces office. I made sure I didn't jerk off too much before going 
back. I wanted to be able to perform without worry of losing my hardon if I 
got nervous or Pierce yelled at me for something. He was still a formidable 
power and previous enemy as far as I was concerned.

The week went by slowly and I got more and more afraid with second thought's 
creeping into my mind every time I thought of Sunday. I was determined to go 
through with it, but remember I was still only a 15 year old kid and Pierce 
was a large ominous adult pedophile that I knew I would be at the mercy of. 
Finally the day arrived.

I wasn't sure what to do that evening. Pierce had not said a word to me 
since the last time I was with him. I had not even seen him around the post. 
I went up to the "Butt Area". This was the area we were allowed to smoke in 
on the post. It was directly across from Pierces office and tailor shop. I 
decided to just sit out in the open and smoke and wait to see if Pierce came 
out for any reason. I was getting very discouraged after almost an hour of 
sitting and watching Pierce move around inside his office doing whatever he 
was doing. As the daylight started to dim and I was just about ready to go 
back to my room, Pierce appeared to be leaving for the day. He came out of 
his office and turned and locked the door. All the lights were out. My 
stomach turned over in nervous anticipation and some fear that he had not 
even remembered his order for me to return in a week.

Pierce walked up the walkway that passed along side the Butt Area. As he 
approached I tried to act like I didn't see him coming. I heard him bark, 
"Cadet, come to attention. Don't you salute when a superior officer passes 
you?"

"Yes Sir!" I sprang to attention as we were taught and held a stiff salute 
as I stared directly front. You weren't supposed to "eyeball" superiors when 
they spoke to you.

In a surprisingly quiet voice Pierce snapped, "Didn't I tell you to report 
to my office this day? I have been waiting for you to arrive for over two 
hours! I think you know we have business to discuss; now it's late and the 
post is getting ready to begin study hall hours. Follow me to your barracks; 
I am going to inform your Tactical Officer that you will be spending the 
evening in my quarters doing extra duty for insubordinate and failure to 
salute a faculty officer." Pierce moved close and almost whispered, "We will 
conduct our business there with no intrusion."

Again my stomach was in my throat. I realized the double meaning of what 
Pierce said, and had an immediate attack of fear. He was actually going to 
do this! I had always held the possibility that it was a one time thing and 
that Pierce wouldn't chance further contact. I was sure he realized he'd go 
to jail for what he was doing. That thought, calmed me down a little and 
allowed me to compose my thoughts and remember the plan of 'insinuated' 
blackmail I had conjured up over the week. I only retained a serious worry 
of what, exactly; Pierce had planned for me when he got me alone. There were 
some things I was really not interested in doing. If he was a real faggot 
pedophile, I wasn't sure if he may want to get more physical with me in the 
form of kissing or especially butt fucking!!! I was alright with oral or 
hand jobs, but didn't want to go any further.

We marched down to the barracks and Pierce knocked on Captain Morton's 
office door. He was our company faculty "Tactical Officer." He was basically 
our adult leader and full time monitor. All the company cadet officers 
reported to him.

"Enter!" Morton yelled at the knock on his door. Pierce turned and said, 
"Remain here at attention." and disappeared into the office and closed the 
door behind him. Several other guys walked by and stared at me as I braced 
at attention at Morton's door. Several had seen me and Pierce arrive at the 
front portico and knew Pierce was in Morton's office for something relating 
to me. I knew it would spread like wildfire that I was being punished for 
something big. Privates rarely went to Morton's office for anything else. I 
knew this would be the opening I'd need to fill Joe in on what was 
happening. I knew he'd be sittings on pins and needles wondering what I had 
done and what it was to justify an evening visit with Pierce talking to 
Morton about something that pertains to me. In the back of my mind I was 
happy this had leaked out. It would help with my reputation as one of "The 
Boys" and the general "Rebel" activity I was obviously paying for that 
night!

After over 20 minutes Pierce emerged from Morton's office and barked, 
"Follow me young man, we have business! Stand up straight! Get those 
shoulders back, chin in! At least try to look like a Valley Forge Cadet!"

I yelled, "Yes Sir, I am at your command."

"God Damn Right you are! Now march!" Pierce pointed me out the door and led 
me at a brisk march all the way across the post to "Officers Country." This 
was the apartment area for live-in faculty. Mostly unmarried losers that had 
nothing better to do than brow beat youngsters and wanting to be close by 
all the time to get their portion of  chicken shit orders first in line, on 
the daily orders roster

We arrived at Pierces apartment and he made me stand at attention in front 
of his door as he went in and slammed it shut. I was sure he was putting on 
a show for his peers in the apartment complex. It wasn't unusual for faculty 
officers to punish cadets for serious infractions of the rules by making 
them stand at a braced position of attention inform of their doors for hours 
at a time. Pierce was obviously playing the game to look as though this was 
just another kid being punished. He made me stand out there for over an 
hour! I was getting pissed for having to do this.

Finally, he opened the door and ordered me in. This time he closed the door 
quietly. "I hope this teaches you a lesson on being late for appointments! I 
think you've served your sentence, sit down and rest while I prepare us a 
drink. To my shock, Pierce returned in a few minutes in a bathrobe holding 
two drinks that were obviously beer! Damn this was getting better and I 
finally started to calm down and truly relax a little. Fearful anticipation 
was boiling in my gut. I was dieing to see how Pierce handled this second 
molestation of a minor! What an Asshole he was!

"I assume you like Budweiser, right? Since we will be keeping this between 
you and me I figured you might relax more with a little alcohol. I still 
expect full respect as your superior and will not condone insubordination of 
any type. This is just supposed to be an informal activity that would not be 
looked upon lightly by society at large. I don't want anyone to have any 
idea what events may take place here, as I assume you would prefer that 
yours friends and parents were kept in the dark on this also. Am I right?

I had not expected the opportunity to arrive so quickly to suggest that he 
could possibly help me out with getting some rank around here! I said, "Yes 
Sir, I realize the importance of secrecy here. I wanted to suggest to you 
that in the future it may be easier for me to have reason to see you if I 
were in a position of authority. Like maybe an assistant cadet officer to 
help you with communication with the other cadets here at Valley Forge? It 
would certainly give me reason to be more under your direct command. I was 
actually shaking, I was so nervous and scared that the inference would look 
like blackmail and piss him off like fire. I was hoping he'd take it as a 
serious idea so he could see me with no one wondering what was what.

Pierce grunted and fluffed it off with a "We'll see." He handed me the beer 
and to my shock as he stood up his cock popped through the opening of his 
robe! Instant fear flared in my gut. Pierce looked down at it and said, 
"Well, I guess we can stop this small talk shit and get down to the reason I 
have you here. You were a pretty willing little Fag the last time we were 
together. Does this scare you? You look shocked! What the fuck did you think 
was going to happen here tonight? I want you to put down that glass and 
sit-up straight!

It all happened so fast I was in it before I had a chance to be scared. 
Pierce moved to stand before me. He held his cock in his hand and tapped it 
on my cheeks…..back and forth several times. "Your gonna service me well 
tonight, mister." He slapped my cheeks harder with the head of his cock. My 
eyes were closed and I felt strings of precum sort of wipe and drool down in 
fine strings as his cock left my face only to return in the other direction. 
"You like getting prick whipped, faggot? Open up I want you to suck my cock 
like you were a professional cocksucker. Rub my balls, shithead. Come on 
open up!"

I opened my mouth and felt his slick cockhead push its way deeply into my 
mouth, before I was ready. I gagged and pulled back, but Pierce was holding 
his cock with one hand as he pulled my head forward with the other. Fear was 
starting to rise as he continued to force his cock into my mouth. For some 
reason he, all of a sudden, pulled his cock out and said, "Too much meat for 
ya girly boy? Come on we'll go a little slower. I want to see you really try 
to open up and take my cock. Here we go, open……"

He pulled my head onto his cock again, but true to his word he was much 
gentler than before. I was pretty much totally under his control. He fucked 
my mouth slowly. As he did, he pushed further and further into my mouth. 
Since I could anticipate the intrusion, I didn't gag as much. I felt his 
cockhead hit the back of my throat. I coughed and could barely breathe. I 
was partially crying from fear and pain and my nose was getting full. I 
needed to breath through my mouth.

Pierce was moaning and pulled his cock out mercifully to let me breath. 
"Here, standup. You can do the work. I see your little cock id hard. Your 
really are a queer, huh? You're getting to like this already." Pierce sat 
down on the couch I had been sitting on and leaned back and spread his legs. 
He looked like a bear with so much black hair covering his belly and legs. 
His pubic area was bushy and his cock stood straight up with my saliva and 
his precum glistening on it.

"Come on suck it fag boy, suck it. It won't bite ya; suck it like a tit, 
pull that precum out of me. Come on……." I knelt down and took his cock with 
one hand and supported myself on his thigh with the other. I started to suck 
him as hard as I could. His cock was so big my jaw was hurting. Pierce took 
my head in his hands and guided me up and down on his shaft.  After several 
minutes he pulled me off of his cock and pulled me toward his balls. "I want 
you to rim me shit eater, come-on get in there and use that tongue of yours 
to make me scream." He pulled me down as he lifted his legs and exposed his 
ass. I was horrified. Fortunately Pierce must have showered recently because 
he didn't smell as bad as he did the first time. He pulled me into his 
crotch. I didn't want to do it but my face was mashed into hi ass and I 
could actually feel the small area that had no hair on it. He was so hairy 
his asshole was surrounded by a mat of curly black hair. "Lick it asshole, 
lick it" I had no choice and was having trouble breathing again as he pulled 
my face against his raised ass. I tentatively licked what I thought must 
have been his asshole. Pierce said, 'Ooooo that's it rim that hole……" I 
initially experienced a musty taste but as I licked the taste went away and 
his hole became slick with my drool. He held me there for what seemed like 
an eternity, but finally pushed me away and presented his cock again. "Come 
on get on it faggot, I'm gonna blow my balls and I don't want you to miss 
it. Suck Faggot Suck…."

I started to suck him and he finally let go of my head and leaned back. I 
knew he would start ramming it in if I didn't suck hard enough, so I really 
went down on him. Pierce began to hump as I sucked up and down his shaft. I 
took as much as I could without coughing. That was a good 4 or 5 inches of 
really fat hard cock! It wasn't long until I could sense him getting close 
to shooting. I looked up at him as I sucked. Without warning he took both 
hands and grabbed my head on both sides and rammed me down on his cock. I 
felt his cock hit the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag and in 
seconds I felt his cock root spasm. The first gush of cum was hard and 
copious. All of a sudden my wind was cut off and I could feel cum forcing 
it's way into my throat and up into my nose. I started to gag and cough as 
Pierce forced himself further into me. I actually felt his cock sorta pop 
into my throat as he shot gush after gush of strong Clorox smelling cum. He 
shot 5,6,7,8 times and I felt like I was going to pass out. I needed air. I 
swallowed what I could, but every time I swallowed, it made me cough even 
more. I could smell and feel the cum in my nose and coating my mouth and 
much of my face.

"Ahhh, that's it faggot eat it up or die." He finally started to slow and 
stop shooting forceful jets of cum. He had held me on his cock and had not 
moved much since he started cumming. I pulled myself from his cock and saw 
cum dribbling out of the tip of his cockhead. Pierce continued to hold my 
head and wiped his cock all over my face as he finished cumming. I had been 
in so much distress I had lost my hard on. I really didn't feel like cumming 
anyway. I wanted to end this and get a glass of water to gargle the taste 
from my mouth. I needed to blow my nose. I still felt the burning sinus 
passages where cum had made its way up into my nose.

Before this all stated Pierce had made me strip down to my shorts.
I personally believe Pierce was a closet Fag. He liked to see other men's 
cocks. "Now……..what have we here? A limp, little stub of a cock? What 
happened to that proud erection? I don't want you to go away mad. Aren't you 
gonna do a little show for me? Come on let's see how you pleasure yourself 
when you don't have a cock like this around. I bet you and that little shit 
of a roommate of yours have circle jerks all the time. I'm sure you're used 
to shooting your load in front of each other."

Please Captain, I can't do it anymore. Please I just want to go back to my 
room. I promise I'll try to put on a show for you some other time, please, 
can I go now?"

"You can't go until you clean up this mess, get over here and clean my 
cock."

"Where's the wash cloth?" I said, looking around the room.

"What wash cloth?  I want you to lick me clean. Get over here, come on……"

He was still leaning back on the couch with his flaccid cock hanging down to 
the cushion. I didn't even want to think about doing what he was asking. I 
hesitated and jumped when he yelled, "Get the fuck over here……..now faggot." 
I reluctantly moved closer to him and could small the strong scent of cum 
rolling off his body. I knelt down and gently raised his cock and lightly 
licked the soft head. It was hard to keep from gagging. Pierce reached up 
and pushed me roughly into the matted wet hair surrounding his cock. 
Breathing was becoming a problem again so I started to randomly lick like a 
dog. He released the pressure but kept me in position. He made me lick 
deeply into his pubic area. I could taste strong cum and salty sweat. It 
seemed like forever that he made me do this, until I could see he was 
beginning to fluff again. "Put it in your mouth and clean out my cum tube, 
come on, get it in there." He maneuvered me to his semi-hard cockhead. I 
lapped it into my mouth and tasted the few remaining drops of cum as he 
squeezed his shaft from bottom to my mouth.

"Don't worry fag boy, I won't make you wait around and suck me off again. 
I'm bushed and you are due back at your barracks. I wish we had more time 
but that's the military for ya. Hurry up and wait. He laughed loudly and 
pushed me away so hard I stumbled backwards onto my ass. He didn't apologize 
and I could tell he wanted me out as soon as possible. I didn't have to be 
asked twice.

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