Too much of a good thing? After kissing First Sergeant Kovachek--a very crotchy, locker-room tasting smooch since he'd been sucking his own jockstrap while I fucked him--I rolled over, all fucked out. I pulled the dripping-wet sheet over us both and we fell asleep. I planned to wake up after a short nap for more fucking--but both of us were more exhausted t...
It was the second week into our basic training in the Army Base and we all were physically exhausted, even I was, after hiking, trekking and learning how to strip down a gun in less than a minute, not to mention parade, marching and learning how to be a good soldier. As one of the few female recruits in the unit I had a lot to prove but I was not afraid to...
We were probably all virgins even though we were eighteen. It was a more innocent age and of course you didn't 'become a man' until you were twenty-one. Though at eighteen you could still be called up to fight for your country and presumably, if necessary, die for it too. In fact nearly four hundred of us National Service men did in places like Korea and Mal...
TURNED OUT ON A BET, PT. 3 In which the best-laid clans of men often go astray The Seventh-Inning Stretch How does the saying go?--The balls have reasons that reason itself knows not of? I was in a funk. Mess hall coffee tastes even worse when your head spins with an impossible scheme. It was a simple question, really: How do I stretch the asshole of an u...
My Life: I spent time in the United States Air Force as a fireman in the late 1980s and early 1990s before we instituted Don't Ask Don't Tell. While there, I had some good experiences and some that were quite bad, but for the sake of this, I want to focus on the more interesting experiences (which I assure you are true) dealing with sexual matters, both dir...
The remainder of us stood before the giant wind tunnel. It was about three hundred feet long and filled with plush obstacles. The drill sergeant stood before us. "You are to navigate the entire length of this course," The sergeant said, "...without Wingsuits." Everyone looked on in complete horror wondering how this was even possible. Not even gonna lie, I...
The Coffee Shop V: Happiness Is A Handsome Hypnotized Hunk Disclaimer. The following story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2012. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known a...
'You are hereby requested to report to the United States Army Induction Center at 122 Peabody Street, Scarsborough, New Hampshire at 8:30 a.m. on Wednesday the 19th of September.' I held the letter in my hand and stared at it uncomprehendingly. They had just recently reinstated the draft, and now they were drafting me. If I passed the physical, (and why wou...
Preston and Casandra chatted cheerfully with one another as they moved to the front door of the combination home and office. Prest's attention was drawn to a sudden movement across the street. He moved quickly, using a broad sweep of his arm to push Cassandra behind him. Mason Hart and one of his sidekicks stood about 25 feet away, their legs in a wide, 'I...
Straw and Kabul They fell into an easy rhythm in the thatched cottage. Food appeared at the door each morning. Prize carried water and cleaned the well furnished rooms. He fed and watered the mare in the small stable though the odor of damp straw riddled him with fear. He knelt at Gordy's side as he read or worked at his desk. They moved to the bedroom up...