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The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 1
by Blindside
PART ONE – The Sergeant Gets Transferred
After serving nearly twenty years in the military, it was time to make a decision. Should I re-up for another four years, or call it quits? Given the geo-political climate, I certainly didn’t want to end up wounded in a war, or perhaps dead!
I had enlisted shortly after my high school graduation, so at only thirty-eight years old I still had a bunch of living to do. If I retired now, the monthly retirement check wouldn’t last long, and I’d have to get another job. Having never been in the civilian environment-- that was somewhat disconcerting.
Oh … by the way … my name is Sergeant Thompson. My friends call me Sarge.
Not wanting to make the wrong decision that would affect me the rest of my life; I decided to make a visit to my Captain, who would hopefully give me some direction. Additionally, the Captain would be in a position to obtain an acceptable location, other than my current assignment, which is in the middle of the country. It’s either cold or hot … no in between. Since I had been rated as ‘exceptional’ on my last review, I was sure the Captain would take some interest in seeing the right decision was made, for both the military and myself. My only concern however, was that the Captain was about 10 years younger than me, and thus lacked the life experiences that comes with age.
Nevertheless, I made an appointment with the Captain to discuss my future with the military. It was set for Friday afternoon at 1600 hours, which kind of interrupted happy hour at the club.
So at the appointed hour, I show up at the Captain’s office. The Corporal was just about to leave … obviously for the club.
“I’ll tell the Captain you’re here Sergeant!” The Corporal knocked on the door and announced my presence.
“Just a few minutes, Corporal … tell the Sergeant to have a seat … and … have a good weekend Corporal!” That apparently was the cue that excused the Corporal from further duties.
I took a seat, as the Corporal hurriedly straightened his desk, shut off the computer, and headed towards the door. “Good luck Sergeant!”
Several minutes went by, as I sat in the anti-room waiting for the Captain. This might have been a mistake. Perhaps I’d just as soon re-enlisted and take my chances with an assignment. Having spent most of my military career in the MP ranks, surely they wouldn’t send me into combat … at my age?
After ten minutes of waiting, I was needless to say getting pissed. By now, half the base was enjoying a beer or two … and where was I? Waiting for a fuck’in Captain to tell me how lucky I was being in the military. And then …
“Sergeant! Come in!”
“Ah … yes Sir … how are you, Sir?
“Fine Sergeant … have a seat!” I’d prefer to stand, since I’d been setting for the past fifteen minutes, but in deference to the Captain, I took a seat. The chairs in the office were much nicer than the ones in the waiting room.
“Well Sergeant! I’ve reviewed your file … now what can I do for you?”
“Well Sir, I was hoping to get some advice as to whether or not to re-enlist … I’ll have twenty years in a few months!”
“Well, let’s see Sergeant.” The Captain started flipping through my file … he had obviously not reviewed anything, as he had previously noted. “Well yes, Sergeant, I believe the military can accommodate you for another four years … now what did you have in mind?”
“Well Sir, of course I would want to stay in the MP ranks … but perhaps in a more seasonal environment!”
“Yeah Sergeant, this place is a dump.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Well Sergeant, you are aware that your particular billet and a cushy assignment are awfully hard to come by … especially with only twenty years service.”
“Yes Sir … I know that, but I was hoping you could help me through the process. I mean my record is extemporary.”
“I see that Sergeant, but for me to make a recommendation … I mean … that would require you and I come to some type of agreement.”
“What’d you have in mind, Captain?”
“We’ll get to that later Sergeant … now then, let’s see what’s available.”
The Captain started pounding on his computer, noting that he would check for some type of supervisory assignment, given my rank and years of service. Several minutes passed, as the Captain kept working his mouse.
“Here we go, Sergeant … just up your alley!”
“What’s that, Sir?”
“How ‘bout MP supervisor, with responsibility for 15 men?”
“Ah … where, Sir?”
“Schofield Barracks, Honolulu.” Oh … fuck’in great!
“Sounds great, Captain … I’ll take it!”
“Ah … not so fast Sergeant … you’ll need to demonstrate your ability to handle this assignment!” The Captain stood up and moved to another chair, directly to my left.
“Yes Sir … anything you say, Sir!” The Captain just looked at me, as if he was waiting for something.
“Well Sergeant … since I’m the only one who can make this happen, I trust you’re willing to show how grateful you are?”
“How’s that, Captain?” The Captain started rubbing his crotch … looking me squarely in the eyes. It was then I figured out what it was going to take to get his assignment.
“SIR! YES SIR! I am ready to suck the cock of my Captain … SIR!” The Captain stood up, and planted himself directly in front of me. I proceed to undo his belt, noticing that his cock was starting to protrude from his pants. I quickly unzipped the Captain … and out popped one massive dick.
“Suck that cock, Sergeant!”
I’d sucked a few dicks in my time, but the Captain was truly blessed. I picked up his dick, inserted it into my mouth, and began giving the Captain a blowjob.
“Hands behind your back, Sergeant!” The Captain then grabbed my head, guiding me onto his cock … back and forth … back and forth.
About five minutes passed, as I continued to suck the Captain off, all the time remembering it would result in a very nice assignment. Maybe after four years, I could afford to retire and remain in Hawaii. With that thought, I sucked ever harder.
Suddenly, the Captain pulled his cock from my mouth.
“Stand up, Sergeant! Drop you pants!” Oh my God! The Captain was going to fuck me in the ass with that dick of his. I’m not sure this was a good idea after all.
“Now bend over on the desk, Sergeant!”
“Sir, yes Sir! But Captain?”
“Yes, Sergeant?”
“Please Sir … be gentle … Sir!”
“Shut up, Sergeant! Take this like a man!” I reluctantly bent over on the desk, as the Captain lubricated his dick, in preparation for the assault on my asshole.
I felt his cock enter my hole and practically passed out. The Captain rode my butt for about five minutes, inflicting what I believed would be massive bodily harm. Finally, he pulled his member out and immediately came all over the carpet. I remained in position.
“Stand up Sergeant! Turn around!” I stood up and turned around. I felt kind of funny standing there with my pants and boxers around my ankles. And unfortunately I had sprouted an erection while the Captain was butt fucking me. The Captain was cleaning himself up as I waited for him to speak. I assume he would tell me I had the job in Hawaii.
“You’re some cock sucker, Sergeant!”
“Ah … thank you … Sir!” By now, the Captain had composed himself and had his pants back in their proper place. He approached me and slapped my dick.
“Nice cock, Sarge!”
“Thank you … Sir!” The Captain backed off and sat down in one of the two chairs.
“Now masturbate yourself, Sergeant!”
“Sir?”
“Jack your dick, idiot!” I started to beat my meat, knowing full well I’d probably cum rather quickly. And sure enough … about 90 seconds later, my dick became fully erect … you know … when that load is at the base of your cock and the head starts to expand in anticipation of the stream that is about to pass through.
“Permission to cum, Sir!”
“Permission granted, Sergeant!”
Since the Captain came all over the carpet, I figured I could also … and did.
The Captain tossed me a roll of paper towels.
“Clean up Sergeant … and pull up those pants!”
After leaving the Captain’s office, I returned to my barracks in full anticipation of my new assignment! This was indeed sweet, and the fact I had to compromise myself with the Captain was worth it. I actually thought for a few moments that the Captain would rip me a new asshole, but fortunately he didn’t.
The Captain had made arrangements for an immediate transfer to the islands, and I arrived on exactly my 20th anniversary in the military. Best get that new stripe on the uniform.
Arriving at Schofield Barracks, I checked in with the Officer of the Day, who actually was a Corporal.
“Welcome to paradise, Sergeant!”
“Thanks, Corporal … indeed a pleasure to be here!”
The Corporal then went thru some files on the counter, apparently locating the necessary information for my new assignment.
“Well Sergeant, looks like you’re the new Sergeant in charge of the South Shore MP Squad. You need to report to your Captain tomorrow at 1500 hours … says here, he’s expecting you!”
“Right Corporal … where does one bunk around here?”
“Oh … right Sergeant … looks like you’ll be staying in Barracks A, Room 105. Corporal Richardson will be your bunk mate.”
“Ah … yeah, right. How do I get there?”
“Oh! I’ll take you myself Sergeant, in a few minutes.” It was close to 1500 hours, which meant the Corporal would probably be relieved shortly.
“One other thing, Sergeant, says here you need to report to the base hospital.”
“What in the world for, Corporal?”
“Says here for a physical exam. They need to see you at 0900 hours.”
Shit! Thought I could get away without one of those!
Once the Corporal was relieved, he grabbed some of my stuff and we headed out to Barracks A. Upon arrival, the Corporal went directly to Room 105, opened the door, and dumped my luggage on the empty rack.
“You can get sheets and towels from the locker down the hall, Sergeant.”
“Yeah … thanks, Corporal.”
Well, the accommodations weren’t all that bad. The room was of a decent size, had plenty of locker space, and had a bathroom that was shared by the room next door. This isn’t bad, really.
After getting organized, I headed off to the Chow Hall to get some dinner. It had been a long flight, and I was starving to death.
Returning to the Barracks, I opened the door to Room 105 only to find my apparent roommate lounging in his rack.
“Ah … Corporal?’
“Yeah, Sergeant … welcome!”
“Thanks! Don’t mean to intrude on your privacy Corporal.”
“Not a big deal Sergeant … I’ve only had this room alone for several days … actually, I’m glad to have some company.”
I sat down on my rack, now feeling the effect of jet lag.
“So … you just arrive today, Sergeant?”
“Yeah … and I’m bushed after that flight from the coast.”
“I’m bet Sergeant … you ought to take a shower and hit the rack … I’m going to read the rest of the evening.”
“That’s probably a good idea Corporal.”
I went to my locker and started to undress, noting that my uniform would have to be sent out for pressing. Once I was completely naked, I wrapped a towel around me and headed towards the shower.
Returning from the shower, I finished toweling off and put on some clean boxers. I was looking forward to a good night’s sleep.
I dosed off almost immediately, only to be awakened several hours later … for basically no reason. The Corporal hadn’t moved, and was still reading his book.
“Is the light bothering you, Sergeant?”
“Ah … not really Corporal.”
“Well, it’s time to get some shut eye anyway.”
“Yeah … good night, Corporal.”
“Oh, Sergeant?”
“Yeah?”
“This is my night to jack off … you don’t mind, do you?”
“Ah … no … go ahead.” The Corporal turned the light out.
“Feel free to join me, Sergeant! We all do it here!”
“Ah … thanks anyway, Corporal.” I immediately dosed off, as the Corporal began to stroke his dick.
Stay tuned for Part 2
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To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also
Guilty or Innocent?
To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also
Hemorrhoids and a Hard-On
I absolutely, positively, had to do something about my hemorrhoids. The pain was awful! And the scratching was disgusting! I must have the most ugly butt hole on the planet! Something had to be done! Not having seen a doctor since my college days, naturally I was apprehensive to start now. And notwithstanding that fact, I didn’t even have a regular physician. Certainly, I wasn’t going to
Masturbation Therapy
Having been married for about 10 years with two kids, my wife and I decided it was time for me to have a vasectomy. She had been on the pill, but was unhappy with the side effects. Additionally, my wife was scared to death of having another child, which resulted in infrequent sexual intercourse. This is pretty tough on a 30-year-old still horny bastard. At least my wife would give me several
Military Doc, Part 1
During my senior year in college, one of my professors suggested I attend medical school. I was a smart kid, and would graduate with a degree in biology. The trouble with this suggestion however, was the fact I had no money. There was a solution however, and that was to let the military pay for med school, knowing full well I’d have to commit to eight years in the army. Well, one does what
Military Doc, Part 2
After spending one year in the middle of nowhere, I was transferred back state side. After my arrival however, I decided being on an isolated base in the Pacific wasn’t so bad after all. The military medical facility I was assigned was very large and filled with a multitude of doctors. Upon my arrival, I was ushered into the office of the head physician. I was about to learn he was a
Military Doc, Part 3
After a year of hell working stateside for General “shit head”, I got transferred to a medium sized military base in Europe. This was now my third year of my eight-year commitment to the military. Time was going very slowly. Upon my arrival at the base, I was assigned to emergency room duties. This was okay with me, as it would give me some additional experience as well as allow me to
Military Doc, Part 4
It was my fourth year of indentured servitude with the Military medical team. I really wasn’t too anxious to leave Europe, but didn’t have a choice when reassigned to a stateside facility on the west coast. The base was a combination of various functions, including a recruitment and high-tech training center. I would be working in the hospital, making rounds and sometimes alternating in the
Military Doc, Part 5
It was the beginning of my fifth year as a military doctor. I was somewhat concerned that nothing had been said regarding a transfer, although my current assignment at a west coast facility was okay with me. The warm weather suited me just fine. On a Monday morning, the chief medical officer called me to his office. “Major, we’d like you to stay in this area. Would that be acceptable?”
Military Doc, Part 6
So here I am in year six of my commitment to the military, which landed me on the east coast at a large medical facility. At first I was assigned to the emergency room, where I dealt mainly with military dependents. This was basically shit duty, particularly dealing with officer’s wives and their spoiled children. Everyone thinks they’re special. After several months of the emergency room,
Military Doc, Part 7
It was now year seven of my military obligation. Two more years to go, and I’d be out on my own and hopefully making some serious money. I’d had about enough military as any one individual should have to take in a lifetime. Leaving the east coast, the military transferred me to sunny Florida. I was assigned to a small base of approximately 1,500 men and women. I wasn’t quite sure what the
Military Doc, Part 8
Finally! This was the final year of my military career! I started out marking off the days on the calendar, but discontinued that practice after it became clear it was only prolonging the agony! My last assignment was back to the west coast, where I was put in charge of the recruitment center. Among other duties, it was my charge to ensure all the hunky young recruits were in the best of
My Friend Skip - Part 1
After twenty years of marriage, my wife and I decided to divorce. We had simply grown apart. She had her life and I had mine. Being the nice guy, I moved out and settled into an apartment. I decided that women were nothing but trouble, and thus made no effort to find female companionship. Five months after the divorce, my life was less than perfect. After work, I would typically stop by
My Prostate Exam
“Okay, sir…if you’ll just stand up and lift your gown, we’ll finish your exam.” So there I was, practically naked, standing before a doctor I’d never seen before. After turning 40 years of age, my employer insisted I have a complete physical exam. I lifted the skimpy gown, exposing my manhood to the doctor, who had rolled up a small stool, put on some gloves, and took a seat. “Just relax,
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 1
To make a long story short, I grew up in a totally dysfunctional household. My parents were the town drunks, which meant I had little or no supervision. Nor did I have any siblings to hang out with. Nor did we have any money to speak of. My dad worked odd jobs and made just enough money to survive on. Of course there was always money for liquor. By the way, my name is Cooper, but they call
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 2
Part 2 Arriving at the training base, I checked in with the officer of the day who assigned me to a barracks. “You’ll be bunking temporarily upstairs in this building with a sergeant. We’re out of room in the barracks you’re suppose to be in.” I grabbed my stuff, headed upstairs, and found my room. It was somewhat small, with two bunks, two closets, several chairs, a small couch, and a
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 3
Part 3 The following morning, I boarded a Military Air Command flight heading east. I loved California and was in hopes I would be able to return. I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to a black lieutenant. About 70 minutes into the flight, the pilot came on the public address system, “Gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the aircraft, and I’m going to make an unscheduled
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 4
Part 4 The morning after I sucked off the corporal in the steam room, I headed to the warehouse, wondering if the corporal would make good on his promise. Once at the warehouse, we all lined up for roll call and the corporal started to make assignments for the day. Then it came my turn. “Cooper … report to the office. I have a job for you.” Yeah, I’ll bet … a blowjob. As I broke ranks
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 5
Part 5 The following morning, I headed to the infirmary for my physical exam that the sergeant had explained was necessary for my promotion to corporal. I’d had a physical at military basic training that was run like a cattle car where 20 naked men were humiliated by overzealous medics. I remember several guys got a hardon, which was not overlooked by the medics. Once at the infirmary, I
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 6
Part 6 Arriving in California, I took the military bus from the airport to the base where this all started. In addition to a recruitment center, the base also served other functions such as logistics and commissioned officer training. Nothing much had changed at the base since I had left. Once on the base, I headed to the administration building to check in. There was a corporal at the
Sports Medicine
Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed. It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was
Sports Medicine, Part 1
After graduation from medical school, I was very fortunate to join a group of doctors who had a thriving practice in a mid-sized university town. In fact, our offices were just opposite the university. They call me Doctor. I specialized in sports medicine, which generally deals with aches and pains such as tennis elbow, torn ligaments, and the like. Other doctors in the group all have their
Sports Medicine, Part 2
Picking up on our story, the doctor returns to the gymnasium for a second examination of three swimmers. Saturday morning arrived and I was flushed with excitement. Basically, I had tricked the coach into a second examination of three of his men, all of whom had the potential to pop a boner during a physical examination. Showing up at the gymnasium at 10:45am, I met with the coach. He
Sports Medicine, Part 3
Continuing with our story, the doctor examines the coach, who has not had a physical exam since college. “Ah … coach … how ya do’in? The coach sat on the exam table, ready for his examination. “Yeah … I’m fine, but not too happy about this. Can we get this over with?” “Sure, coach … if you’ll just disrobe, we’ll get started.” The coach got up and commenced removing his clothes.
Sports Medicine, Part 4
When we last left our good doctor, the assistant football coach had called concerned about the sexual maturity of his star line backer. I agreed to come to the gym that afternoon to assess the situation. “Well coach, what’s the problem?” The assistant football coach was a tall, well built man … looked like he might have been in the Marine Corps, what with all the tattoos on his massive arms.
Sports Medicine, Part 5
The medical practice is open on Saturday, basically to serve those patients who might have some difficulty arranging for an appointment during the week, due to work commitments. I had pulled Saturday duty, which didn’t necessarily bother me, given the fact all the doctors alternated … plus, any doctor who worked on Saturday was off on the following Monday. It was generally a busy day and I’d
Sports Medicine, Part 6
The spring semester had ended, and the university had quickly emptied out. It was pretty boring without all the college kids around in the summer, but the clinic kept busy. Mostly, I saw middle age men with sports injuries of one kind or another. It always amazes me how 40 year old men still think they’re 18 years old, only to find their bodies won’t tolerate the abuse we all could take when a
Sports Medicine, Part 7
It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was early afternoon on a Thursday, and I’d just finished up examining the Assistant Dean of the university. He was a thirty something guy, in reasonably good health. I needed to watch myself with
State Trooper, Part 1
Part 1 – A fictional story. Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every
State Trooper, Part 2
Part 2 – A fictional story. After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also
State Trooper, Part 3
Part 3 – A fictional story. The following Monday, I was assigned a patrol car along with a specific area of the interstate highway, which amounted to about 25 miles. My job was simply to drive north 25 miles, turn around, and return south. I was free to run radar, or simply cruise the highway. It was suggested however, that an abundance of traffic violations would add to the state coffers.
State Trooper, Part 4
Part 4 – A fictional story. On Saturday, I called Rick’s sister … her name was Beth … and arranged to meet her on Sunday afternoon at a small restaurant in the suburbs. By meeting her there, we both would have the opportunity to leave, should it be necessary to do so. Beth told me what she’d be wearing, so I’d be able to recognize her. Once at the restaurant, I immediately spotted Beth
State Trooper, Part 5
The following week, Rick didn’t say a word about our previous Sunday afternoon activities. I couldn’t figure out if this was a one-time event or if Rick would hold me hostage because he was my supervising sergeant. I made an attempt to call Beth several times and left messages. Because she didn’t call me back, I made the assumption she had moved on to someone else. Just as well, I guess.
State Trooper, Part 6
The south patrol was totally dysfunctional. Sergeant Adams was a crusty old fart, having served on the patrol for over thirty years. His gut hung over his belt and he was generally unkempt. The men in the south patrol however, were a bunch of tough bastards and didn’t take any shit from anyone. Because of the crime infested area, there were two men to each patrol car, which gave me some
State Trooper, Part 7
After catching Tyrone and Sergeant Adams going at it, I kicked both of them out of my apartment. This was a very unfortunate incident, but not exactly my fault … now was it? I was somewhat reluctant to return to the South Patrol for duty, but really didn’t have much of a choice. When checking my box for any mail, I discovered that Sergeant Adams had reassigned me to the East Patrol, which
The Sergeant Re-enlists - Part 3
This is a story of fiction … enjoy! Part 3 – The Sergeant meets his Captain … and gets a new assignment. I left the clinic after my physical exam at about 1100 hours, so it was a good time to get some early chow at the mess hall. I reminded myself that the appointment with my new Captain was at 1500 hours. After lunch, I returned to the barracks, hoping the Corporal was not there. He
The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 1
This is a work of fiction … enjoy! PART ONE – The Sergeant Gets Transferred After serving nearly twenty years in the military, it was time to make a decision. Should I re-up for another four years, or call it quits? Given the geo-political climate, I certainly didn’t want to end up wounded in a war, or perhaps dead! I had enlisted shortly after my high school graduation, so at only
The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 2
This is a work of fiction…enjoy! PART TWO – The Sergeant has a Physical Exam I awoke about 0600 hours, only to hear the Corporal in the shower. He had made up his rack already and I noticed his uniform was laid out. I had to pee. Entering the bathroom, the Corporal stuck his head out from the Shower. “Hey! Good morning Sergeant!” I stood at the urinal. ”Yeah! Morning Corporal!”
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