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Sergeant, you’ve come to the right place.”
    He came in, closed the door and dropped his pants and jockeys. His prick was semi-hard, thick and displayed a helmet-shaped head with a drop of man juice at the piss-slit. His man bush was abundant and ran up his heaving belly. His balls were huge low hangers which I cupped as he shoved his cock toward my lips. “Kiss it, pal.”
    I tongued the piss-slit and got a mixture of salty cum and the unmistakable taste of man piss. He must have taken a leak before coming to the stall. I was so hot my own cum juice was flowing like water from a leaky faucet. The sergeant put his hand on my head and pushed me onto his cock. I lapped up the big head like a kid with a lollypop, the ones we called all-day suckers. I began to caress his prick with my lips and tongue. Holding my head he fucked my face with slow, circular motions, aiming for my tonsils. It had been a long time since I’d had a taste of cock, and I was lapping it up like a starved puppy.
    I put my arms around my sergeant to grasp his ass and—holyshit, I was touching not ass but skin in need of a shave. It was Ralph, who had squeezed into our stall and was licking the sergeant’s ass. From the moans the sarge was sighing I figured Ralph was giving him an in-depth rim job.
    “I’m the meat of the sandwich,” the sergeant quipped as he shoved his cock in my mouth and his A-hole onto Ralph’s tongue. The happy noncom was wiggling as best he could in our tight quarters. “Okay, men, let’s share the goodies.” With that the sarge disengaged his sucker and licker, then turned around as best he could with his pants and jockeys around his ankles until I faced his ass and Ralph got the prick with the helmet head and low hangers.
    I went right to work. Ralph had licked the sarge clean but I continued to polish the apple, so to speak. I reached between the sergeant’s legs and tickled his balls and Ralph’s chin. Then I dipped a finger in my abundant precum and shoved it up the sergeant’s back door. He jumped which must have rammed his cock down Ralph’s throat. “You fucking me?” he yelled.
    “Just a finger-fuck, Sarge.”
    “Had a major that liked to finger-fuck me. Got so loose he could put two fingers up my poop hole.”
    “Did he lick his fingers?” I wanted to know.
    “Fuck, no. He made me lick them. Rank has its privileges.”
    The sergeant backed into me (remember, I was sitting on the toilet to give Ralph room to stand up.) “He’s putting a raincoat on me,” the sarge informed me. (A raincoat, for you civilian readers, is a condom and if dicky has a hood always skin it back before putting on his raincoat; the army’s complimentary condoms came with these instructions.)
    Ralph turned and pressed his face against the closed door, giving sarge clear access to Ralph’s poop tube, a territory the sarge seemed to know very well because he buckled his knees afew inches, aimed his helmeted soldier at the mark and entered the fort without a moment’s hesitation. Ralph moaned, the sergeant moaned and I tongued the sarge as the sarge fucked the USO facilitator. We were a fucking team. (Excuse the pun.)
    Sarge was the first to drop his load, and his moans and spasmodic shivers told his mates it was a rapture supreme. I was next, spraying the sarge’s ass with my man cum. My rapture had me licking my cum and tonguing it up Sarge’s bumhole. Ralph brought himself off with his fist, rendering the stall aromatic with the scent of jism and man sweat. Exhausted, we untangled ourselves slowly, like sardines vying for fin room.
    The sarge’s condom hung low with his load of thick, white boy juice. The ever-helpful facilitator bent to inch it off Sarge’s cock, with his lips . I caught a glimpse of Ralph’s cock; uncut with the foreskin not able to completely clear the cockhead. A tasty delight for many a discriminating gourmand.
    Ralph peeped out to make sure there was no one about to see him coming out of the