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Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 1

by Blindside


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 me Coup … as in chicken coup.

School was a drag, but I did the best I could given the circumstances. One of the high school coaches took pity on me and made sure I was able to participate in sports. As a result, I had a fairly decent body by the time I graduated.

And speaking of which, graduation was on a Saturday, which coincidently was my eighteenth birthday. And would you believe it, my parents were too drunk to attend the ceremony! Several people asked as to their whereabouts, and of course I lied and made up some story. After the ceremony, a bunch of us guys got together and had a few beers. It was almost midnight when I arrived home. My folks were passed out on the living room couch, with the television on--but no sound. I promptly went to my room.

As I drifted off to sleep, it was clear that I must take control of my life. I then hatched a plan.

At about 4 am, I awoke and started to pack. Not wanting to make a bunch of noise, I skipped a shower, but quietly brushed my teeth and put on some clothes. I retrieved the money I had saved from working summer jobs, and stashed it in my pocket. There was about $500 … not a lot, but it would at least get me somewhere. It then occurred to me … the liquor money. I knew my folks kept an “emergency fund” in the kitchen, but wasn’t sure where. I pondered where one would keep a secret fund.

Quietly going to the kitchen, I noted my folks had gone to their bedroom, which was the typical routine. Get drunk, pass out, wake up, and go to bed. Some life, don’t you think? Once in the kitchen, I looked around in the semi-darkness. I opened several canisters on the counter, but no luck. The upper cabinets housed nothing but dishes and the lower cabinets had a bunch of pots and pans. Where would someone hide money?

I was about to give up when it occurred to me that sometimes people keep valuables in the freezer compartment. Saw it in a movie one time. Quietly opening the freezer, I looked around but didn’t see anything that might hold the liquor money. Then I spotted it. And it was so obvious. A rather worn box of frozen green beans was half open, sitting near the back of the freezer. I grabbed the box and opened it slowly. Jackpot! There was over $300, which I stuffed into my pocket. Better get the fuck out of Dodge!

Quietly, I left the house with a small suitcase and the money. I knew there was a bus that left from downtown about 6 am, although I didn’t have a clue as to its destination. By the time I arrived downtown, the sun was just beginning to rise. The bus station was closed, so I had a seat on the outdoor bench. There was no activity downtown, except for a few cars now and then. I then heard the bus, as it rounded the corner and pulled up to the station. The door opened right before me.

“Where ya going, son?”

“Ah … don’t know, sir. Where’s this bus heading?”

“California,” replied the bus driver.

“Ah … OK … how much?”

“$74.50 … correct change, too.”

“Yeah, OK.” I climbed on board, handed the man $74.50, and took a seat near the back. There were about 15 other people on the bus. The driver stepped off momentarily, but then immediately returned, fired up the bus, and took off. If I ever saw this dump of a town again, it would be too soon.

Two and a half days later, the bus pulled into San Diego. The trip had given me some time to think about my life, and what I wanted to do. Exiting the bus, I felt the warm California sun hit my face. I lit a cigarette and started walking, really without a clue as to where I was going.

Several blocks from the bus station, I spotted a motel that was sporting a neon “vacancy” sign. Might as well get some rest. I entered the office.

“Help ya?” The clerk was a middle-aged guy who apparently forgot to shave that day.

“Ah … need a room, please.”

“That’ll be $85 … three day minimum.” Well, a bit pricey, but I pulled out $85 and handed it over. This must be a no-tell motel. No need to register.

“Room 7 son … it’s in the rear.” I thanked the gentlemen and headed to room 7.

The room was small, but clean. I locked the door, stripped naked, and took a shower. Nearly three days on the bus had taken a toll on my body. After showering, I shaved and put on some clean clothes. It was nearly 7 pm and I was hungry. I headed out and found a burger place down the street. Walking back to the motel, I passed a convenience store. Better get some cigarettes. And maybe I could buy some beer. Walking into the store, I grabbed a few bottles of malt liquor and confidently walked to the counter. “Two packs of Marlboro, please.” The clerk grabbed the cigarettes, rang up my purchases, and put everything into a sack. “$10.95, please.” Another customer was becoming agitated for some reason. I quickly handed the clerk $11, to which he gave me a nickel and told me to “come back soon.” I quickly made an exit.

Back at the motel room, I drank the two malt liquors and smoked some cigarettes while watching television. Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I headed out to get some breakfast. This time, I headed the other direction. Walking back to the motel, I passed a military recruitment office. Slowing down, I peered in the window. They didn’t open until 10 am, so there was no activity. I walked several more blocks, pondering what I’d just saw. The military just might be a solution to my problems.

That afternoon, I wandered down to the recruitment center … you know, just to get some information. I was actually somewhat nervous. Entering the office, I looked around at the material located near the front. I suspect it was all propaganda.

“May I help you, son?” There was a very large black guy, dressed in a snappy uniform. I didn’t know his rank.

“Just looking, sir.”

“You thinking about joining up, son?”

“Maybe … give me some information.” He offered me a seat and went over several options that I could consider. It would be a four-year commitment and an opportunity for advancement.

“You really won’t regret your decision, son. What do you think?” He really wasn’t being pushy, but I needed to think about it and told him so.

“That’s fine son, but in the meantime, why don’t you take a few tests to determine your acceptability. OK?”

“Yeah … sure, sir … that’d be okay.”

He gave me about ten pages of paper, and put me in a cubicle with several pencils. “Take your time, son … there’s no hurry.” I flipped through the pages. It was all multiple choice questions, most of which had to do with stuff I’d learned in high school. After about 40 minutes, I returned the test to the recruitment officer.

“Well son, let’s take a look.” He quickly pulled out the master and hurriedly went through the pages.

“You passed son … now then, are you ready to sign-up?”

“Ah … yeah, I guess. What’s next?”

“Well, your timing is perfect. I have a group being inducted tomorrow. You’ll need to be here at the recruitment station precisely at 7 am.” The recruitment officer pulled out a bunch of forms for me to sign. Then he sat me down and started to ask some questions.

“Okay son, several questions before we make this final. Are you on any type of medication?”

“No sir.”

“Have you ever used recreational drugs?”

“No sir.” That was a lie; it’d been a while.

“Have you ever been convicted of a felony?”

“No sir.” That was the truth.

“And one last question we must ask. Have you ever engaged in a homosexual act?”

“Ah … no sir.” That was also the truth if you don’t count the time several of us guys had a circle jerk and stuck a dildo up our butts … just for the fun of it.

“Okay son, see you tomorrow morning!” I hurried back to the motel, wondering what’d I just done. Oh well, let’s look at this as an adventure.

That evening I headed to the convenience store for some more cigarettes and malt liquor. After downing the two bottles of beer, I took a shower and settled into bed. It then occurred to me … they probably don’t let you jack off in boot camp … better pop a nut, as it might be the last one for some time. I shut off the light and started masturbating. Fifteen minutes later, I blew my load and wiped off with the sheets. I’m sure the motel people had seen worse.

The next morning, I jumped out of bed and grabbed a quick shower. Knowing the military would furnish everything, I discarded everything but what I’d be wearing that day. I kept my shaving kit, but ditched my worn suitcase and other clothes in the dumpster near the back of the motel. As I left the room, I stopped by the office to ask for a refund of the one night I wouldn’t be using. The clerk at first said no, but when I told him I was joining the military, he decided to refund my money.

I quickly walked down the street to the recruitment center. There was already a bunch of guys congregated and talking to one another. I joined the group. Several minutes later, a large bus pulled up and the recruitment officer came out from the building, again, all dressed up in a snappy uniform. I was going to look like that someday.

“Okay men, climb on board.” The adventure begins.

About forty minutes later, the bus pulls into the military base. A group of three military men were waiting for us. One climbed onboard the bus.

“Okat men, get off the fuck’n bus … and hurry up about it!” Mercy, this wasn’t going to be pleasant.

We all stood in front of the bus, as one of the corporals kept shouting instructions. Do this! Don’t do that! Finally, the corporal escorted us inside the base, were we were taken to a large empty room. Everyone was instructed to drop what belongings they had brought with them and “prepare for a haircut!” I had short hair anyway, so this didn’t necessarily alarm me.

It took about fifteen minutes for the group to have their heads shaved clean. We all looked rather silly. The group was then escorted back to the large room, where we collected our belongings and were escorted a barracks. It was all rather impersonal.

“OK MEN! STAND AT ATTENTION!” It was our drill sergeant. It was then that I decided a big mistake had been made. But I was now committed. At least I was out of my hometown and on my own.

“NOW THEN MEN, LISTEN UP!” I couldn’t figure out why he was shouting.

“THERE ARE SEVERAL RULES THAT YOU MUST FOLLOW! FIRST, WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION THAT REQUIRES A YES OR NO ANSWER, YOU WILL RESPOND ‘SIR, YES SIR!’ OR ‘SIR, NO SIR!’ DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?”

“SIR, YES SIR!” I think the sergeant was impressed the group actually responded in unison.

‘SECOND, THERE WILL BE NO TALKING WHEN I AM IN YOUR PRESENCE. DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO! DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?”

“SIR, YES SIR!” I do believe we got that part.

“AND THIRD, THERE WILL BE NO MASTURBATING YOURSELF … OR ANYONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER! IF YOU ARE CAUGHT MASTURBATING, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED! DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?”

“SIR, YES SIR!” Well this was going to be a problem. Good thing I jacked off last night.

“And one other thing gentlemen,” The sergeant had calmed down. “If you violate any of these rules or any other rules I happen to make up along the way, you will be disciplined. Punishment will occur every Friday night after chow. DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

Well thank god that was over. The sergeant then marched us all to noon chow, after which we headed back to the barracks to be outfitted with uniforms.

During the first week, I had amazingly adapted to military life. Our sergeant was a mean bastard, but his assistant, the corporal, was worse. Several of the recruits were disciplinary problems, and the sergeant and corporal were apparently keeping track of every infraction although nothing major had been done about it. Every so often, the corporal would hand out push-ups to men who fucked up during the day, but that was about the extent of any discipline, until the Friday evening of the first week.

Our group had just returned from chow and settled into the barracks. Some of the men were shining their shoes and belt buckles; others were horsing around and still others had started a card game. Suddenly and without warning, the sergeant came storming into the barracks, slapping a ping-pong paddle against his hand. Everyone snapped to attention.

“OK MEN, IT IS NOW TIME FOR SOME DISCIPILINE!” The sergeant was shouting, which was his usual custom. “EVERYONE WHO HAS DEMERITS, STEP FORWARD!”

Fortunately, I had escaped the wrath of the sergeant that week, although others had not. Five recruits stepped forward for what was to be obvious punishment.

“COME HERE, ALL OF YOU!” shouted the sergeant to one of the offenders. Quickly, the recruits stepped forward, standing in front of the sergeant.

“ALL YOU MEN TURN AROUND, DROP YOUR PANTS, BEND OVER, AND GRAB YOUR ANKLES!” I think my fellow recruits were about to get whacked with a ping-pong paddle. The recruits followed instructions, with his pants around his ankles and butt apparently ready for the punishment.

“AND THE UNDERSHORTS TOO, ASSHOLES!” The victims immediately stood up, dropped their shorts and resumed the position.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I could practically smell damaged flesh.

“NEXT!” shouted the sergeant. So the process repeated itself four more times, resulting in some very sore butts. The following day (Saturday), the corporal marched us back from morning chow and lined everyone up in front of the barracks.

“OK MEN! LISTEN UP! This morning I will be assigning work parties. COUNT OFF IN FIVES!” Once that exercise was accomplished, the corporal assigned each group a task. There was litter patrol next to and around the barracks, weed patrol in the field surrounded by the track, KP (where I believe you had the pleasure of washing all the dishes from morning chow), and barracks patrol. Unfortunately, I was assigned to barracks patrol, which entailed cleaning the barracks and bathrooms where the entire military could eat off the floor. One of my buddies, a guy named Goodman, and I were assigned to clean the sergeant’s quarters.

Once assignments were made, Goodman and I headed up to the sergeant’s quarters and began our duties. Some of the other guys were cleaning the general quarters and restrooms used by the troops. The sergeant had not been seen since Friday night discipline, so Goodman and I decided he took off for the weekend, leaving the asshole corporal in charge. Goodman grabbed the cleaning equipment from the locker, while I made an assessment of the job to be done.

“Looks pretty clean to me, Coup.”

“Yeah … while the sergeant is a true asshole, he doesn’t seem to spread much dirt.” Goodman took the sleeping section, while I attacked the bathroom.

“Hey Goodman! Come here!” I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Look!”

“Holy shit!” replied Goodman, staring at the shower stall. There was a gob of what looked like pubic hair stuck in the drain.

“Jesus! I didn’t come here to clean this shit!”

“Well, best get with it Coup … I suppose the corporal will be doing an inspection.”

While Goodman returned to his cleaning, I was able to get the shower spotless, having flushed all the sergeant’s pubic hair down the toilet. I tried to picture the sergeant “hairless.”

Just as I was finishing up, Goodman announced he too had completed what he thought was a stellar job. And then he added, “Hey Coup … you want to jack off?”

“Are you fucking kidding pal … you know what the sergeant said.”

“Yeah … but he sergeant ain’t here … and besides, if I don’t pop a nut in the next thirty minutes, there’s a possibility my dick might turn on me.

“Man … I’m with you … it’s been over a week since I jacked off. But what if we get caught?”

“We ain’t going to get caught Coup … that dumb ass corporal is probably over at the track supervising the weed patrol.”

“Well … okay … but let’s make it quick!” Both Goodman and I stayed in the bathroom to perform our respective masturbations. I was a bit uncomfortable dropping my pants and boxers in front of another man, but reminded myself that this wasn’t the first time, recalling the high school circle jerk.

Both Goodman and I got hard right away and starting stroking our dicks. “Don’t cum on my clean floor, Goodman!” He nodded and kept stroking. I figured we both would cum in rather rapid fashion given the “down time” both of us had endured. Then Goodman spoke.

“Hey Coup … you want to suck my dick?”

“Are you fuck’in kidding Goodman?” I temporarily stopped stroking my cock, dumbstruck by such a suggestion, although I had been intrigued by the notion several years ago when one of my high school classmates had been caught sucking off the basketball coach (he was fired and left town in disgrace).

“Oh come on pal … it won’t hurt you, and besides, it will bond us together as one.”

I decided to give it a try. Dropping to my knees, I gently lifted Goodman’s cock and placed it in my mouth. With one hand, I was sucking a dick … the other hand was servicing myself. Goodman started to moan.

“Yeah … suck that dick Coup … suck that fuck’n dick!” I looked up and saw Goodman’s head jerk backwards several times. It was apparent he was enjoying himself. In the meantime, I felt myself about to loose control and stopped momentarily to unload a pile of cum … unfortunately on my clean floor.

“Keep sucking, Coup … I’m almost there!”

“Don’t cum in my mouth you bastard!”

Goodman and I were so consumed in our “bonding” we were oblivious to any other activities. And then it happened.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?” It was the corporal. We had been caught! This was going to be nothing but trouble. “STAND AT ATTENTION YOU FAGGOTS!” So there we were, standing half naked in the sergeant’s bathroom, in obviously serious trouble.

“PULL YOUR FUCKING PANTS UP!” Both Goodman and I complied immediately. Goodman still had a hard on and there was still my cum on the floor.

“NOW FINISH YOUR JOB IN HERE! I’LL DEAL WITH YOU FAGGOTS LATER!” The corporal stormed out of the sergeant’s quarters. Goodman and I looked at each other in total disbelief, wondering what would befall us.

That afternoon after chow, there was no scheduled activity so most of the guys were shooting the shit or playing cards. Goodman and I were quietly talking in a corner, wondering again when the ax would fall.

Saturday came and went, with no sign of the corporal. Goodman and I figured we’d be punished on the following Friday with the ping-pong paddle. Hopefully it would not become public knowledge that I been sucking a cock.

By Sunday afternoon, Goodman and I had pretty much forgotten the entire incident, and there was still no sign of the corporal. Until about 1600 hours, and over the loud speaker it came. “COOPER AND GOODMAN … REPORT TO THE SERGEANT’S OFFICE! ON THE DOUBLE!” Shit! This must be it!

Goodman and I hurried down to the sergeant’s office and lightly knocked on the door.

“ENTER!” I opened the door, allowing Goodman to enter first. There sat the sergeant behind a desk, with the corporal standing by his side.

“Well gentleman, I understand you were having some fun in my private restroom. IS THAT TRUE?” The sergeant looked pissed.

“SIR, YES SIR!”

“You know men, I could have you thrown out of the military … you do understand that, don’t you?

“SIR, YES SIR!” I didn’t much care, but I knew Goodman would be disgraced, given the fact his entire family was in the military … grandfather, father, and brothers.

“But I think you two can be salvaged. What do you think your punishment should be?” Goodman and I looked at each other … and then I spoke.

“Ah sir … that would be up to you … sir.”

“YES IT WOULD, YOU FAGGOTS!” The sergeant looked at the corporal, stood up, opened a desk drawer, and retrieved two ping-pong paddles. It looks like Goodman and I are about to be paddled.

“NOW GET YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF … ALL OF THEM … NOW!” Goodman and I quickly stripped down to our boxers.

“THE SHORTS TOO, ASSHOLES!” So there we stood, buck-naked before the sergeant and corporal. The sergeant had handed one of the ping-pong paddles to the corporal.

“NOW TURN AROUND AND BEND OVER!” Here it comes … this was probably going to hurt.

WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! The sound of two ping-pong paddles on two bear butts was like a freight train. And suddenly, the punishment stopped.

“TURN AROUND … STAND UP!” Goodman and I turned around and faced our superiors. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Goodman and started to get a hard on.

“Well corporal, what other punishment would you recommend?”

“Sergeant, it’s obvious these two soldiers are queer. Perhaps they could demonstrate their talents … on us, sergeant.”

“Keep going, corporal.”

“Well … perhaps we should re-arrange their plumbing.”

“Mmmm … that sounds like an excellent idea!” I hadn’t a clue as to what they were taking about. “But before we do that, maybe they’d like to suck our dicks.”

“Yeah, sergeant … I haven’t had my dick sucked for several weeks!”

“OK MEN! DROP TO YOUR KNEES!” Goodman and I did as instructed, as the sergeant and corporal took their position before us and dropped their pants and boxers.

“Now, suck it, private!” The sergeant shoved his cock into my mouth, while the corporal did likewise to Goodman.

“SUCK IT, PRIVATE!” The sergeant’s dick began to expand, as I continued to give the second blowjob of my life. “KEEP SUCKING, YOU ASSHOLE!” I picked up the pace, as the sergeant grabbed my skull with both hands and shoved his dick further into my month, practically choking me.

Several minutes passed, as the sergeant kept jamming his cock down my throat.

“Suck that dick, private! Suck harder!” The sergeant then started to moan, as his dick started to throb in my now sore mouth. Then it occurred to me. The sergeant was going to cum down my throat!

“HERE IT COMES, PRIVATE! NOW SUCK IT!” A massive dose of cum was released from the sergeant’s dick. I continued to suck, but then started to choke, as cum started to drip from my mouth. The sergeant then pulled his still erect dick from my mouth, gabbed his with his right hand, and shook what remaining cum remained on the floor.

Almost at the same time, the corporal had unloaded into Goodman’s mouth. “SUCK IT DRY, PRIVATE!” Goodman gave it several more licks. We were then both ordered to stand up and get dressed. The sergeant and corporal by now had composed themselves.

“NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE … BOTH OF YOU!” By now I had realized what ‘rearrange your plumbing’ meant, which we had apparently escaped that punishment.

As Goodman and I returned to the barracks, it occurred to me that perhaps I might just be queer. Goodman then apologized for getting us in so much trouble.

“I’m sorry Coup … didn’t mean to fuck things up.”

“Yeah … that’s okay … the problem is I’m so horny now, my balls are about to bust.”

“Same here, Coup … I give anything to jack off.”

“Forget it, Goodman … we get caught one more time, I do believe the sergeant and corporal will indeed rearrange our plumbing.

Week 10 arrived, which meant it was time for graduation. There was an air of excitement, as the troops packed their sea bags. Most everyone was going home for a brief leave of absence; I had elected to stay in the San Diego area, having been assigned to a training base not far away.

Goodman’s flight home was delayed one day, so the both of us took a cab to the motel I had originally stayed at upon my arrival in California. The first thing we did was take a shower (individually), apparently in an attempt to wash off the “military” which had built up over the past ten weeks.

Goodman was last in the shower, as I relaxed on one of the beds in my boxers. I was watching some soap opera on television.

Goodman emerged from the shower, with a towel wrapped around his now toned body.

“Hey Coup, you want to jack off?” Sounded good to me. Goodman and I lay side by side on the bed, now fully naked, jacking off. Goodman and I had about the same size dick with one exception: I had not been circumcised. As we jacked off together, Goodman reached over, grabbed my cock, and continued jacking me off. I did the same to Goodman. We looked at each other, in silence.

“You think we’re queer, Goodman?”

“Gnaw … just horny, Coup.” Several minutes went by, when Goodman offered to suck my dick.

“Sure …why not?” Goodman grabbed my cock and began sucking, slowly at first and then much faster. It didn’t take long to reach ‘that feeling.’

“Goodman! Stop! I’m about to cum!” Goodman kept sucking, as I flexed my legs in an attempt to delay ejaculation. “Here it comes!” I unloaded directly into Goodman’s mouth, which he methodically sucked me dry.

Goodman still had a hard on, while my dick had retreated to a reasonably normal state. Goodman looked me straight in the eye, as if to be saying something. Then it occurred to me … I should return the favor.

I went down on Goodman and began sucking his cock, which seemed to grow larger with every mouthful I took. After about three minutes, Goodman announced his intention to come. Not willing to swallow his load, I pulled off and finished him off by masturbating him to climax. After Goodman had come, we both collapsed on the bed … with smiles on our collective faces.

That night, we repeated our afternoon adventures. Goodman wanted to fuck me in the ass, but I declined. Let’s not take this queer deal too far, I thought.

The next morning, Goodman caught a cab to the airport, leaving me to fend for myself. I had two weeks of leave before having to report to my next duty station. I would never see Goodman again.

Stay tuned for Part 2.


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Week 5 – Sports “Attention on deck!” someone yelled, as the Drill Instructor entered the barracks. God I was sick of this shit. By now, everyone knew to line up in front of his respective bunk and snap to attention. In was a Sunday afternoon again. Would this be yet another “personal hygiene inspection,” which the DI had obviously come to enjoy? “Starting tomorrow gentlemen,” said the

Army Recruitment Centre, Part 3

Week 7 – Indentured Servitude “Attention on deck!” Here we go again. The troops slowly shuffled to their bunks and loosely came to attention as the Drill Instructor entered the barracks, holding a clipboard. This was getting old and old fast. Of course it was Sunday afternoon again. I frankly wanted to be left alone to read the sports section of the paper. “Starting tomorrow men,”

Ask the Doctor, Part 1

This is a story of fiction. Enjoy!As a medical professional specializing in men’s health, many of my patients encouraged me to start an on-line Q&A that would deal with sexual health of men (and their partners). Most of the questions are serious in nature and are answered accordingly; some of just plain stupid which results in a stupid answer. Following are samples of some recent

Ask the Doctor, Part 2

Ask the Doctor, Part 2This is a story of fiction. Enjoy!Continuing with our Q&A:Dear Doctor: I’m a private in the military. During inspection, I called my Captain an asshole (under my breath), and he heard me. As punishment, he sent me to the brig for three days where two MPs made me suck their dicks, after which they rearranged my plumbing. What should I do? Signed, Private

Ask the Doctor, Part 3

Ask the Doctor, Part 3 -This is a fictional story. Enjoy!Dear Doc: Why can’t I piss and poop at the same time? Signed, Yellow & BrownDear Yellow & Brown: You’re an idiot. Next question please.Dear Doctor: When I married my husband, I knew he was “small”, if you get my meaning. While I don’t have a lot of complaints in the bedroom, I would like to experience a “larger” man.

Ask the Doctor, Part 4

Ask the Doctor, Part 4 -This is a fictional story.Dear Doc: Last night, I proposed to the girl of my dreams (we’ve dated for over six months). She said “yes”, provided we do a “test drive” in the bedroom, as she need to know I could “perform.” That’s all fine and dandy, but I signed a pledge six years ago when I was eighteen that I would not engage in sexual relations until I was married

At Last! A Blow Job!

“Fuck me Gerald! Fuck me hard!” shouted my wife, as I pumped away. Given the opportunity, this woman would render any man sexually useless. My wife Sissy, required servicing at least four times per week. Given my job as a highway patrolman, my stress level was usually fairly high and sex was becoming a burden. What really pissed me off was Sissy’s total disregard for my feelings. Once I

At Last! A Blowjob!

“Fuck me Gerald! Fuck me hard!” shouted my wife, as I pumped away. Given the opportunity, this woman would render any man sexually useless. My wife Sissy, required servicing at least four times per week. Given my job as a highway patrolman, my stress level was usually fairly high and sex was becoming a burden. What really pissed me off was Sissy’s total disregard for my feelings. Once I

At Sea With Carter, Part 1

After Navy boot camp, I was sent to a ship stationed in southern California. Since I wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the cup, I was assigned as an “Officer Quarters Specialist.” Once on board, my supervisor explained my duties. He was a First Class Petty Officer and a lifer. His name was Jim, who barked out my responsibilities: “OK Carter, here’s what you need to know. First, you will

At Sea With Carter, Part 2

When we last left Carter, the Lieutenant had caught him masturbating in the small office outside the Officer Quarters. As Carter jumped to his feet and snapped to attention with his throbbing dick aimed directly at his intruder, he instantly shot his load, which landed on the Lieutenant’s uniform smack dab in the general area of his crotch. We now continue with our story … “You bastard!”

At Sea With Carter, Part 3

When we last left Carter, he was “promoted” to the job of personal cocksucker to the captain. We now continue with our story. So there I stood, in front of the captain, who had dropped his pants and boxers and was sporting a huge erection. “Suck my dick, Carter.” I knelt down in front of the captain and placed his manhood inside my mouth. “Suck it hard.” Being the

Big Dick, Little Dick

Tonight was the night. My new girl friend of three weeks was hot, and I was counting on getting laid--or if that didn’t work out--at least a blowjob. My absolute minimum requirement however, would be a hand job. I picked my date up at her sorority. After a very expensive dinner, we took in a movie. We were all over each other in the theater. I honestly can’t even remember what the movie

Bonding With Dad

When I was in high school, my dad promised me a car for college if I could get a scholarship. He and mom had been divorced for years, but he had agreed to pay for college. Dad lived several hundred miles away, although I had seen him several times a year since he and mom split up. I think he had several girl friends, but I really never knew. I did know however, that I was conceived out of

Bridegroom's Cherry

I met Randy on the first day of college. My name is Keith. Randy and I had been assigned as roommates at one of the dorms. We hit it off immediately. Randy was tall and lanky while I was of medium height with a little flab. Nonetheless, we had a lot in common even though we had initially chosen different majors…he in pre-law, me in marketing and sales. My dad was in sales and had taught me

Brig Time for Me

“Get the fuck in my office private!” yelled the sergeant, as he pushed me across the barracks floor. I had screwed up badly, having called the sergeant a ‘dick head’ under my breath. The bastard heard me! “Stand at attention!” barked the sergeant, once we’d reached his office. I was scared shitless. There was no telling what my fate would be. Sarge picked up the phone and quickly dialed a

Can't Cum? See Your Doctor!

After two years of marriage, my wife and I decided to conceive a baby. We tried repeatedly for about two months, oftentimes making love several times a day. I would even sneak home at lunch for a quickie, thinking that would be the one that “took.” As we continued to try, something very weird overcame my body: I could no longer ejaculate. This was indeed a problem, considering we’re

Can't Cum? Hey! See Your Doctor!

After two years of marriage, my wife and I decided to conceive a baby. We tried repeatedly for about two months, oftentimes making love several times a day. I would even sneak home at lunch for a quickie, thinking that would be the one that “took.” As we continued to try, something very weird overcame my body: I could no longer ejaculate. This was indeed a problem, considering we’re

Caught By My Wife!

It was about 11 pm. Linda and I had been watching television. She gave me the “look,” which was her signal she wanted to be fucked. And since her brother was arriving tomorrow for a visit, I thought it best to knock some off tonight, as it might be the only opportunity for the next several days. My name is Marc. Linda headed towards the bedroom. I hit the shower and shaved…even splashed

Clyde, Louise & Wilber

I grew up on a small farm in a very strict environment. There was no drinking, smoking, swearing, and certainly no talk of sex. My folks dragged me to church at every opportunity. Father had no tolerance for misbehavior. One time, he caught my older brother smoking behind the barn. He whipped him something fierce that same afternoon. I don’t think my brother ever smoked again. The day

Clyde, Louise, & Wilber

I grew up on a small farm in a very strict environment. There was no drinking, smoking, swearing, and certainly no talk of sex. My folks dragged me to church at every opportunity. Father had no tolerance for misbehavior. One time, he caught my older brother smoking behind the barn. He whipped him something fierce that same afternoon. I don’t think my brother ever smoked again. The day

Coach & Me, Part 1

As one of the top high school wrestlers in the state, it went without saying that an athletic scholarship would be mine for the asking. Three universities were competing for my talents. And after careful consideration, I made my selection, packed my bags, and headed out for college. The first week of college was devoted to getting familiarized with the campus, selecting classes, and making

Coach & Me, Part 2

When we last left Parker, he was finishing up his freshman year at state college, having participated on the wrestling team. Due to an early injury, the coach had nursed him back to health, using systematic massage therapy sessions, which included an occasional blowjob. We now continue with our story… *** Returning to the university in the fall, I once again signed up to a member of the

Coach & Me, Part 3

Parker is now a junior at the university. Continuing with our story … *** The wrestling team had now grown to fourteen members in my junior year. Once again, we all gathered in the practice room at the beginning of the semester. And once again, we had a new coach. Seems the alumni association had fired the last one, again due to his inability to bring home a state championship. It

Coach & Me, Part 4

When last we left Parker, he was heading to his senior year on the wrestling team. Our story continues … Finally I was a senior. Hot shit, to say the least. Regretfully our wrestling team had failed to win a state championship during my stay at the university. Frankly, I thought it was because we never had consistent coaching. This would be the fourth coach in as many years. There we

Coach Takes a Hands On Approach

“Oay men! Hit the showers! Slade, you come with me to the office!” The Friday afternoon swim practice for the varsity men had just been concluded. My star swimmer, Slade, was clearly a disappointment. This was my first year coaching at the university, and it was vitality important that the team perform well. Slade followed me into the office, where I shut the door and took a seat at my

Dad & Danny - Sex Education

This is a work of fiction – enjoy! Growing up, I was your basic nerd. Having no friends, I spent most of my time reading, playing the piano, or working on the computer. I had no interest in sports whatsoever, nor did I participate in any after school activities. Being an only child, my parents pretty well protected me from the bad influences of human behavior, which was fine with me.

Discipline Unit #1

Growing up, I was your basic juvenile delinquent. If there was a car to be stolen, it was gone together with everything in it. Several of my buddies broke into a house one time and stole stereo equipment, jewelry, and all the liquor we could haul. It became a thrill just to steal. Luckily, we had never been caught…until our senior year in high school. To make this part of the story short,

Enlarge This Dick!

As a young college student in a large metropolitan city, I was always looking for an easy way to make a buck. Just to meet incidental expenses, you know. And I positively refused to work at a fast food joint, flipping burgers. One Sunday morning I was cruising through the classified adds in the newspaper, under the heading “Part Time.” And there it was…an intriguing ad. “Wanted: Men ages

Examination of the Police Force, Part 1

After graduation from medical school and participating in the required intern and residency programs, I established my practice. Mainly, my focus was on sports medicine together with occasional men’s health issues. Into my second year of practice, I had plenty of business to make a comfortable living. Luckily, I was able to share office space with a psychiatrist. We also shared a

Examination of the Police Force, Part 2

“The police officer is here for his physical exam Doctor,” said the receptionist, as she handed me the paperwork. “Oh yeah, right,” I said, “Just put him in the exam room.” It was the second cop that month. I read over the paper work. A 51-year-old man, married, two grown children. Been on the force 25 years, mainly as a patrolman. Damn! Next time I hope they send me a rookie. The younger

Examination of the Police Force, Part 3

Several weeks later, I noticed another cop had scheduled an exam for the next day. Unlike the first two, the police administration office had sent some paperwork regarding this individual. The cop was actually a cadet, who had to pass the physical in order to be certified as a full time police officer. Didn’t seem like an issue at the time. It was Friday, at 7:30 am. The receptionist had

Examination of the Police Force, Part 4

I was extremely pissed. My 3:30 pm appointment had not materialized. It was now 4 pm. It is rare that I schedule a physical exam so late in the day, but I made an exception because it was part of the contract with the Police Department. I instructed the receptionist that, if the cop ever showed up, put him in the exam room and let me know. In the mean time, I decided to catch up on the daily

Examination of the Police Force, Part 5

It was Wednesday morning. The schedule was packed in the morning, what with several sports injuries that had to be dealt with. After lunch, yet another policeman would be coming for his physical. Hope he didn’t have an attitude like the last one, or some fat slob like the second one. Hopefully, I’d be done by 3 pm, as I was planning to take the remainder of the week off…play some golf, and

Examination of the Police Force, Part 6

Having just returned from vacation, I was having re-entry problems. After a busy Monday morning, the receptionist informed me that another cop was scheduled for a physical exam at 3 pm. Maybe I needed to reevaluate my contract with the police administration office…I really didn’t need the business, although the money was nothing to sneeze about…just the time it took to do the exams. I was

Examination of the Police Force, Part 7

After examining the last cop, I decided that perhaps it would be best to terminate my relationship with the police force. I quickly reviewed the terms of the contract and luckily found a clause, which would allow me to cancel. I therefore had the receptionist draft a cancellation letter (the contract required 5 days written notice). In the meantime, and unbeknownst to me, an appointment had

Future Father In-Law Examination

After returning to college after the holiday break, I was introduced to Michelle by one of my fraternity brothers. My name is Gary. God she was pretty…and smart. Michelle and I fell in love immediately. We were both in our senior year and would be graduating in May. I couldn’t believe the luck I’d had, finding the perfect girl. By early March, Michelle and I decided to get married

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

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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