5 comments/ 74697 views/ 42 favorites Don't Ask Don't Tell By: Don't Ask Don't Tell "Hey," I protested. "Shut up and suck that dick, faggot," ordered Major Forbes, and he slammed my face down on his rod, until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I choked and gagged, but he just kept slamming it in. I was so busy trying not to throw up that my attention had left my ass, but it was quickly brought back when the soapy wet finger started digging through the entrance and snaking inside my rectum. "MMMMM," I argued angrily, but that didn't stop Merrill. He just stuck a second soapy wet finger inside me. Driggs was impressed with Merrill's spirit of initiative. He decided that was a good idea for him too. He went to the sink and soaped up his own hands, and moved behind poor Doug, who now was about to get the wet finger too. He made token incomprehensible protestations also, just as I had, but Argus slammed his face down, and the finger went in. Merrill withdrew his finger from my ass, and he and Driggs nodded to each other. They both got up and went over to the sink where they lathered up their large erections. Oh, no. I didn't want to get fucked. I started to struggle, but Major Forbes gave me a vicious slap across my face, and bent down to twist my arm behind my back. I didn't dare take my mouth off his dick. When Doug heard the slap, he must have stopped sucking for a second, because all of a sudden Captain Argus was slapping him viciously back and forth across each cheek. I saw tears start to form in Doug's eyes as his mouth was forced back onto the fleshy battering ram. What had we gotten ourselves into? Sergeant Merrill walked behind me, and pulled me up from a kneeling position. I was now on my feet, bent at the waist, with Major Forbes' demanding cock in my mouth, and now my ass was sticking out, as Merrill's soapy finger dug into it. He stepped behind me and started to press his soapy steely hard-on against my protective ring. The soap was working. Little by little, I felt my defensive circle spreading around the invader, which was moving into my inexperienced chamber. I gargled in pain around the Major's mouth-marauding fleshspear, as the other spear lanced forward into my rear. "AAARRRGGGHH," I screamed. But now it was all the way in, and I felt Merrill's scratchy bush against my cheeks. Then he withdrew the rod a couple of inches, before slamming it back home. It was starting to move in and out a little more easily now, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. Merrill's hands grabbed at my hipbones and started pistoning my body on and off his cock. Forbes had my face in his hands and was using my mouth to jack his dick. I was being roughly used by Forbes and Merrill. Two feet away I heard another "AAAARRRRGGGHHH," and saw that Doug was being roughly used by Argus and Driggs. I could see the root of Driggs' giant hammer as it slammed in and out of Doug's ass. Doug stumbled forward a little bit, and Argus steadied him, putting his cock back into poor Doug's mouth. Driggs stepped forward a foot, following Doug's ass and reinserted the large knob which had fallen out. He began fucking Doug's thin behind again, and I was fascinated with the swaying of his giant balls as he plunged forward and drew back. They were practically the size of tennis balls. I was wondering what it would be like to suck on those things. "Let's switch," said Forbes to Merrill. "I want to fuck his ass a little while." "Yes, sir," said Merrill, saluting his superior officer. "Same here," said Argus, pulling Doug's face off his dick. Driggs eased his cock out of Doug's ass and saluted the Captain. Now Driggs and Merrill went over to the sink and washed their dicks in the liquid soap and water. We were getting those dicks in our mouths now and I was grateful that the soldiers were concerned with sanitation. Forbes and Argus stripped completely. Forbes rammed his dick home into my slightly-broken-in ass. Argus jammed his dick not too gently into Doug. The two of them were already hammering away inside us when Merrill and Driggs moved before us demanding blowjobs. I still had a cock in my mouth and a cock in my ass. It's just that they were switched. It's funny. The cock in my mouth was starting to taste good. I think little streams of pre-cum were leaking out of it onto my tongue. It was sort of tangy. Interesting. The cock in my ass was beginning to be like an internal Swedish Massage. Very relaxing. Very pleasurable. I must never tell Hilda about any of this. She certainly would never understand. I started to experiment with my assmuscles, squeezing them around Major Forbes' long dick. "Oh, that's it, sweetheart. Tighten that ass. Squeeze my big dick," Major Forbes encouraged me. I did. I must really be doing a good job, because now he was calling me sweetheart instead of faggot. "Let's get him on his back on the floor," Forbes said to Merrill. Merrill withdrew his cock from my mouth, and together they flipped me over onto my back on the cold hard tile floor. Forbes knelt between my upraised legs, and began to feed his cock into me. We were facing each other, and I looked into his eyes as the cock slipped in. Merrill stood back and watched the scene. Driggs and Argus didn't flip Doug, but they lasciviously watched Forbes fucking me missionary style. I felt Forbes balls slap against my asscheeks as he stroked in. I was really liking the feeling now. I raised my butt up to meet his strokes, and tried to give him a really good fuck. As he banged me and banged me, he wanted to make a second connection, and he lay down on my upper torso, and stuck his tongue into my mouth as he hammered. I sucked on his tongue and wrapped my legs around his strong pile-driving ass as the pile pierced deep inside me. I lowered my arms and put my hands on his powerful buttcheeks helping him to penetrate me as I raised my hole toward his pointer. A straight thrust. Wonderful. Another straight thrust. This was fucking. I was thinking in my head, "Fuck me, man. Fuck your whore. Make him feel your cock right up to his belly button. And kiss me. Keep ramming your juicy peppermint tongue into my mouth. Sweet. Sweet. Oh, daddy. Fuck your little boy. Fuck your little boy. Yes, daddy. Oh, yes daddy." That's what I was thinking. But I didn't say it. I prudently kept my homo thoughts to myself. I was afraid they might all come and beat me to a pulp if they knew how much I was getting to like guys. Guys and dick. Dick. Lots of dick. "I'm gonna cum," Major Forbes yelled to the whole room. "I'm gonna shoot my hot white spunk into this queer's hot hole." "Yeah, fuck him," urged Sergeant Merrill. "Yes, fuck him. Come up his ass," said Argus. "Shoot your hot load up his faggot ass," added Driggs. Major Forbes started pounding me in a frenzy and I wrapped every part of my body around him, inside and outside. I was about to get my first assful of mancum. This was really exciting. "Oh, fuck me, daddy. Come in your little boy," I thought (to myself of course.) It was nice being a little boy again and having a big strong daddy take care of me. I didn't realize how much I longed for that. The major's big tool swelled in my behind and starting jetting out sprays of manseed. My asshole drank it up thirstily. I pressed on his ass with my hands as his cock spasmed in my hole. "I've got my daddy's cum in me. I've got my daddy's cum in me," I silently jubilated. Major Forbes eased his cock out of my ass, and my ass suddenly felt very lonely. But not for long, because Captain Argus said. "I'm gonna fuck his ass now. That looked real good." "Yes. Yes," I thought to myself. Argus went over to the sink and cleansed his stiff penis. He got it good and soapy. Then he came back and knelt on the floor between my legs where the major had been. He started sticking his prick into my dribbling hole. "It's going in real easy," Argus said to Forbes. "You got it nice and slick for me." He began an in and out movement, and it was so smooth. I wrapped my legs around Argus' ass now. "I'm fucking into your cum," he said to Forbes. "How does it feel?" Forbes asked him. "Real good and real easy and real warm and real wet." He started to really plow into me, and I wrapped my arms around his back. Now he started to kiss me. It was lovely. I could hear the wet sucking sounds in my asshole as he stroked in and out. Those sounds, those lips, that cock. It was all making me so hot. My cock was crazy hard. But I didn't want to come yet. If I came, I wouldn't want to get fucked anymore, and I still wanted to get fucked. I wanted my new man to come inside me. To give me his hot special cream. I wanted everyone to fuck me. Everyone. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH," Argus kept moaning, and the sounds were spilling inside my kissing mouth. Suddenly his legs shot out behind him stiffly and his ass started jackhammering. The sweat from his face was dripping into my eyes. "I'm shooting," he screamed. "I'm shooting my wad in his ass." "Give it to him," encouraged Forbes. "Flood his faggot guts," said Driggs. And he did. His hot liquid started jetting out inside my asshole. I had a second load in my belly. And it was hot, and it was fantastic. I closed my assring around his dick, milking out every drop. "Oh, that's so good," praised Argus. "This faggot's the absolute best fuck. His ass is dynamite. Just dynamite." He gave me one last dry kiss on my lips and moved away from me. "Now me," said Driggs moving into top position. I couldn't have been happier. My first male fuck, and it was a gangfuck. A great gangfuck, by strong handsome masculine military men. I was a little boy again and I had a lot of authoritative demanding daddies. "I wanna cum in his mouth," said Merrill. "Let him suck me while you fuck him." "Okay," agreed Driggs. He took his cock out of me for a disappointing minute and they flipped me over on my stomach. I was now lying on the floor with my naked ass in the air. Merrill got on his knees in front of my face, and eased my open mouth over his prick. He had me by my hair and lifted me on and off his sweet dick. I took as much of it as possible. I gradually schooled my throat to open so that I could get the tip way back there, and finally my lips were buried in his bristly bush. I moved up and down on his angelcock. Driggs, meanwhile, seemed to be entranced with my round bubbles. He started patting them, and pinching them. Then he bent his head down and started giving me little bites all over my buttocks. I could feel his wet tongue between his teeth. Finally he lifted his face away from my spheres and began to slap them hard. He was spanking me, and it felt good. It felt bracing. It stung a little, but I wanted more. I raised my ass to signal him to continue. He did. He began slapping me with both hands. Hard. It was starting to really hurt now. My ass was probably very red. "AAAGGGGHHH," I started making protesting noises around Merrill's dick, and I started circling my ass around. Not because I wanted more now. Because I wanted him to stop. To cease and desist. Enough. He kept smacking me. He was a little bit of a sadist, and he was really enjoying this. Finally, fortunately, his hand started to sting so he stopped. He blew on it. That's how I knew it was hurting him. He stretched out on top of me and I supported his weight on my sore asscheeks. His cock slipped inside and I was getting fucked. I could feel him hunching his ass on top of me, working his dick into my slick sloppy hole. I redoubled my oral efforts on Merrill's erectile tissue, and he humped up into my throat, which was now getting a little sore. "My balls are gonna explode," screamed Merrill. I closed my mouth around him to get as much suction as possible, and the hot liquid started speeding through his tube and jetted down my throat into my stomach. After about five sprays, he started to withdraw his cock from my mouth, and I could taste the sixth and seventh spray on my tongue. It was tangy. It was nice. I rolled it over my tongue and savored it. I loved the feeling of Driggs' giant tennis balls hitting against my asscheeks as he hammered into me. I still would have liked to lick them all over. I had never seen balls like that on anyone. Maybe it was a deformity, but it turned me on like crazy. I felt his penis rubbing against all the walls of my ass. East. West. North. South. Northnortheast. Southsouthwest. My ass was not a passive receptacle. It was very active. I was using it to pleasure Driggs. I rubbed my asswalls all around his sweet dick. "What a sweet pussy," yelled Driggs. "What a great faggot asscunt. This is the absolute best. Oh, baby. Work that sweet ass for me. Fuck my big cock. You want my cum in your faggot ass?" he asked me. "You want me to shoot my hot load in your little tight faggot hole?" "Yes. Yes," I screamed. I couldn't be silent anymore. "Shoot your sweet cum into me. I want your hot soldierjuice. Give it to me. Come on," I yelled almost in a delirium. My ass was moving around so much it must have looked like it was on acid. "GGGRRRRROOOWWWW," screamed Driggs as he started flooding my insides with his firehose. I looked across the room at Doug, who was watching me in fascination as he pulled on his dick. He was sort of being left out of all this. I was the one they had chosen. I was proud. Proud and happy. Happy and contented. Contented and well-fucked. But I still wanted more. When Driggs took his cock out, I started spiraling my bottom around in a frenzy. "More. More," I said. "Please. More." "He wants more," said Forbes to Argus, shrugging his shoulders, and shaking his head. I guess he had never come across such a slut before. "I had enough," said Forbes. "Don't look at me," said Argus. "What about him?" suggested Merrill, nodding toward Doug. "Yeah, fine," said Forbes. "Let the queer fuck the other queer." They grabbed Doug and laid him out on top of me. I could feel that his dick was stiff. Good. Driggs was over by the sink, washing off his cock. Doug lifted his ass and positioned his cock at the entrance to my royal palace. Then he entered. Oh. It was nice. My royal palace welcomed the handsome prince. As I moved my palace around Doug's prong, squeezing it, caressing it, I called over to Driggs. "Could I suck your balls, please? I wanna suck your balls." He laughed and came over. He knelt in front of my face and fed the enormous ostrich eggs into my mouth, one at a time. I slobbered over them. I loved them. Meanwhile Doug was having a wonderful time threading his dick in and out of my ass. He began biting my neck as he fucked me. I would probably have a hickey. Hilda would be very suspicious. I slobbered over Driggs' tennis balls. Fifteen love. Thirty love. Love Love Love. I loved those balls. Doug was really biting me now. He was making obscene noises on top of me, and I felt his dick swelling in my ass. "I'm cumming," he screamed. "I'm shooting inside his asshole." And another quart of semen shot into me. There was so much inside me now that there wasn't room. It started flooding out around Doug's cock. And when he took his cock out of me, the cum just gushed out. All over my balls. All over my thighs. All over the floor. Wait till the janitor came. I just hoped no one would slip and fall before he got there. Driggs removed his powerballs from my mouth and stood up. I lay there in an out-of-body state, my mind floating on a series of cotton clouds. As Doug and the soldiers started getting dressed, I hobbled over to one of the stalls to expel the rest of the cooling liquid. Great. There was no door on the stall. I couldn't stand going to the bathroom in front of other people, and I realized that the military latrines were built like that. No doors. No privacy. Thank god I would be getting rejected, queer that I was. I wiped my sore asshole, and looked at the paper. Good. Just wet. No blood. I came back to where my shorts were lying and pulled them on. "Come on. Hurry up," ordered Driggs. "You guys have got to get your physicals." "What do you mean?" I asked, horrified. "We're queer. We told. We showed. We proved. The army doesn't want us." "Oh, yes it does," said Major Forbes. "The army wants you a lot. The army wants your sweet hot ass." "But you don't want a queer in the shower. No one wants to shower with a homo," I argued. "Oh, yes they do. The guys love to shower with a homo. They can get rid of all their frustrations and tensions right there in the shower room. They can get sucked, and fuck a tight asshole. The guys are crazy about homos." "But unit cohesion," I stuttered. "They always say fags are bad for unit cohesion. "That's not true. Fags are really great for unit cohesion. All the other guys unite behind a shared endeavor. Pork the Pansy. "But it's common knowledge that homosexuals are unwelcome in the U.S. military," Doug lectured. "That's the story we put out. But we're happy to accept you guys. In fact, if you want out, you have to earn your discharge. You have to fuck and suck for it," Merrill gleefully illuminated us. "We want you," said Driggs, putting his arm around my shoulder as if we were best pals. "The U.S. Army wants you," assured Argus. "Uncle Sam wants you," added Major Forbes. Who was this Uncle Sam? I wondered if he had a big cock. We left the men's room. Merrill took the 'Closed for Repairs" sign and put it back in the closet, and we all walked down the hall together, back to the examination area. Driggs' arm was around my shoulders, squeezing me affectionately. Oh, god. I was perfectly healthy. I would pass the physical. I would be accepted. I would be a common private in the army. No more advertising job. No more Hilda. I'd be living with a bunch of hooligans in an army barracks. Hmmmm. A bunch of hooligans. Maybe a bunch of handsome hooligans. Maybe a bunch of powerful demanding sexy demi-gods who would want to play daddy. I could visualize myself lying naked on my cot at night with my ass up in the air, and those handsome hooligans would come over, and start feeling my asscheeks, and sticking their fingers in my hole. And then they would make me suck cock, and then one by one they would fuck my ass. Or maybe even two by two. I wondered how soon I would be called after I passed my physical. Lying naked on my cot in the barracks while all the other guys gathered around, and........Hmmm.