Sarge didn’t get sick and he didn’t go to sleep. Instead, he moaned, weeping sometimes, griping sometimes. And thrashing, always thrashing. You try to sleep during that crap. Three times he had to go to the bathroom, I took him in the first time, Jenkins the second and then I had to do tinkle duty the third time. He was just barely functional. I steered him back to bed and pushed Sarge onto his side, facing away from me, and crawled groggily onto the bare foot and a half of bedspace that gave me, shoved my body firmly against his in hopes of getting a bit more room. I left the light on, no way was I getting much sleep tonight and I was tired of guessing what was going on in the dark. Leave the light on, sleep if I could, and wait until morning and we could shove Sarge out the door!

“Nothing but pussies.” Sarge said to me. “The whole lot of you, nothing but pussies.”

“Aw, jeez, Sarge, go to sleep!” I moaned. “It’s three in the morning!”

“God damn!” Jenkins said and that in wonder. “What is that pushing up against my ass?”

“It’s not me, I’m on this side of him.” I said.

“Fucking Sarge has got a boner!” moaned Jenkins. “I can feel that mother pushing against my ass!”

“Fucking pussies, both of you.” murmured Sarge. “Nothing else pussies are good for but for fucking. Ought to fuck both of you.”

“The hell you are!” Jenkins protested. “Harry, we got to put up with this?”

“It’s just until morning.” I said. “Calm down, Marvin, he’s not fucking anyone with that in his condition.”

“Easy for you to say.” Jenkins groaned. “He’s not hunching at you like a ten-dollar whore!”

“He’s in position for me to hunch at him.” I offered. “Shall I hunch him for you?”

“Maybe you ought to.” Jenkins said. “I think I feel a moist spot from his dick on my ass!”

“Poor baby.” I mock-mourned for him.

I shifted in bed, my crotch hit Sarge’s ass, a pure coincidence despite our conversation I assure you. I had a bit of a stiffie in my pants, nothing that the conversation and my youthful horniness couldn’t explain.

“Mmm, want some of that, pussy?” Sarge muttered. And damned if he didn’t start hunching back against me. “You want to plug my hairy butt, private?”

“Oh, shit!”

“Is he humping at you, now?’

“Goddamned straight he is!” I gasped. “Shit, now he’s grinding against me!” For he was, his buttocks had my cock in a vise grip and was moving in a motion that was the next best thing to a handjob, and my cock, already primed for maybe a bit of hey-hey-hey (to quote my older brother) later that night if the Fates had been kind, was more than ready to accept this as a substitute.

“You want my pussy, private?” Sarge grunted as he humped at my crotch.

“Shit!” I groaned. “Sarge, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to fucking cream in my shorts!”

“You wouldn’t?” Jenkins was scandalized.

“You don’t have Sarge’s buttocks clamping onto your rod!” I was now beginning to add my own twists to this. Hell, I wasn’t one to try to seduce my own sergeant, but if he was going to offer himself, fuck, why the hell not? I didn’t have to do nothing but let him do his thing! Maybe I would cream in my briefs, but fuck, that’s better than whomping your pud in the shower in the morning.

“You’re not really going to fuck Sarge in the ass, are you?”

“Uhh! He keeps this up, I don’t have to. But he’s fully clothed and so am I.”

“You want to fuck me, private?” Sarge asked me again.

“I sure would enjoy that, Sergeant.” I said.

“Then come on and fuck me.”

“What?” Jenkins asked.

“You don’t mean that, do you Sarge?”

“I mean it, Private!” Sarge said. “I got a real need for a hard Army dick in my butt. Nothing like a horny young PFC to really give me the ass-pounding I need. So come on, let’s get this butt-fucking going!”

“Hey, Sarge, you shouldn’t ought to tempt me with an offer like that in my condition.” I joked. “I might take you up on that.”

I felt it then. Sarge was pulling down his pants! I felt bare butt now on my pants front. Shit! Sarge was serious!

“You really want me to fuck you, Sarge?” I asked him dubiously. “I mean, seriously?”

“Yeah, come on, it’s why I got into the Army for. Not that jerk asshole of my father! I got in because one time I went to visit my father on the base and ended up in a barracks with a hard cock up my ass. Joined up the same fucking day! Now I take my pick from the hard prongs on the base, everyone wants to fuck their sergeant! Especially when they’re about due to ship out, like you two are. So spit in your hand and rub it on and shove it in! I’ve taken bigger ones than yours, Private, and I’ve taken them dry! Give it to me now, you hear me, Private?”

“I hear you.”

“Jesus, Harry, you’re not really going to fuck him, are you?” Jenkins wanted to know.

“Why not?” I said. “He’s the one who hunched against me and got me horny. He’s the one begging me to do it. He says stop and I’ll stop. Otherwise, yeah, I’m fucking him.”

“Jesus!” Jenkins said again, this time slowly.

I unzipped and got my dick out, then spat a glob of saliva into my palm. I had some trouble getting my hand down there, because when Sarge felt my dong pressing against his ass, he started trying to push it into himself even without my spit. I held him off long enough to grease my rod, then I helped him guide me to his butt. I felt that soft tucker first touching, then opening to let my dong slide in and I just moaned! “Oh, ahh, fuck!” I grunted. “Sarge is letting me fuck his ass, Marvin. Letting me fuck him, shit, oh, God!”

“No fucking way!” Jenkins groaned. “I don’t fucking believe it!”

I was beginning to hump Sarge’s ass now. He was fucking back at me, Christ, that felt so damned good! Sarge’s ass was no cherry butt, he had taken hard dicks before, and his butthole was vouching for that. All soft and warm and accepting, no catches or kinks in it. Like it was stretched out to service hard Army cocks. Add that to the Sarge who had kept me on my toes for the entire time I had known him, nothing was ever nearly good enough for him, you had to do it right and completely right, or he’d make you do it over. Now I had that man down and I was hunching his butt! Sweet, yeah, God damn it, sweet!

“Good job, Private, come on now, fuck me harder!”

“Oh, God!” Jenkins moaned. “I can’t believe you’re doing that! I can’t believe it.”

“You want some of this when he’s done, Private Jenkins?”

“Sarge? Hell, yeah, I do!”

“Why don’t you get that cock up here and I’ll suck on it while you’re waiting.” Sarge offered.

“A-a-a-a-ah!” Jenkins moaned. He jumped to his feet and shucked out of his pants, and climbed in at the head of the bed. I saw Sarge raise up and Jenkins slide underneath and Sarge happily stuffed Jenkins’ prod into his mouth.

Jenkins just threw his head back and moaned. “Awwww, fuck, yeah, Sarge!”

I watched Sarge sucking Jenkins while I humped at his ass. Saw a man whose face was normally in clenched hardness now soft and accepting. Sarge was right, he had joined the Army to get at all those hard young dicks! He had two of them right now, and he was in hog heaven! Shit, if I’d known he just wanted us to come fuck him, I would have done this long ago! Better to ride his ass than have him ride ours!

Sarge was insatiable, he hunched at me harder and harder when I began to flag, he sucked on Jenkins’ prick until Jenkins began to pant and hunch, when he stopped and growled, “You wait and shove this into my butt, Private. You cream in my mouth and I’ll make you regret it!”

“Yes, Sarge!” Jenkins moaned.

Sarge held onto Jenkins’ spit-slicked pud and I saw that throbbing rod, knowing it would slide into this hairy hole when I was done, our come would mix, Jenkins’ and mine, inside Sarge’s butt, oh, God, my buddy and I would share a fuckhole! I wanted to then fuck Sarge again, feel that hot man-juice bubble around my rod! Shit, I wanted to fuck Sarge over and over!

That triggered my climax, I was grunting, moaning and shoving my dong in and out hard as I could, and Sarge only loved it, he took Jenkins back into his mouth and sucked it anew, and Jenkins moaned and the sound of my buddy’s moan was all I needed to reach my height!

“Aw, shit, I’m coming, I’m coming!” I moaned. “Ah, oh, God, uh, uhh, huh, uhhhh, huhhhh, huhhh, huhhhh!” My cock spewed my jizz into Sarge’s butt, the hot lather boiled around my shaft as I plunge-fucked Sarge, and Sarge let go and moaned himself, so much that I wondered if he was going to come himself.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” I panted as I finished.

“Good job, Parker!” Sarge growled. “Okay, Jenkins, your turn, get it in me now, right now, while I’m still hot from Parker’s fucking, I need it now, Private, get it in and get moving, now, Mister!”

“Yes, Sarge!” Jenkins moaned and Sarge lay face down and Jenkins straddled him, he shoved his prong hard at Sarge’s ass and Sarge only lifted his head and sighed as he slid it in.

Me, I was wiping my cock on the sheets and I got it cleaned up. I wanted him again, right after Jenkins.

When I offered my dick to Sarge, he looked at it, up at me, and he grinned, the first smile I had ever seen on his face. Then he swallowed me and I moaned. Shit, I was young and horny, and I had a hot mouth wet and slavering on my cock, and Jenkins was humping away, sweating and groaning. I leaned forward, my forehead touched Jenkins, he looked up at me, and I gave him a kiss, one he accepted and gave back to me, then smiled as he turned his attentions back to Sarge’s butt.

I was warmed up and ready when Jenkins finished and I said, “Okay, Sarge, time for another fucking, you up for it?”

“Damn, yeah!” Sarge growled. “You can fuck me again, you get it moving! Come on, soldier, move it, move it, come on!”

I happily shoved my dong back into Sarge. I felt the hot squibs of spunk in there, my load and Jenkins, and I had my cock slipping back and forth among it, God, it was so warm in Sarge’s ass, so warm! I happily fucked him and came again a quarter hour later. Then Jenkins took him another round. By now, the first rays of dawn were peering in at the window. I fell asleep about that time, no neat line of three guys, just a jumble of our bodies, worn out, sated, sleeping.

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