My Early Years - MSgt Clark

I joined the military as an officer when I was 22 years old back in 1993.  I had gotten my degree from an ROTC program at my college.  It was probably the only way I would’ve been able to afford college.  I had a pretty normal college experience—classes, parties, dorm life, etc.  It was nothing special, but it was fun.  When graduation rolled around, it was time for my commission as a Lieutenant and my first active duty assignment. 

Life would change so much when I entered active duty.  I hadn’t played around much in high school or college—just a few dates (with women).  So I was very inexperienced.  Gay life was still very much behind closed doors in the early 90s.  I didn’t know anything about gay sex.  But I wouldn’t be oblivious for very long.  Little did I know that I would start my training as a bottomboy within the first month on active duty.  I would stay in the military for 27 years and reach the rank of Colonel, but I’d be a bottomboy my entire career. 

It really all started back in ROTC.  They tell you over and over and over that a smart young officer latches onto a good SNCO and learns from their experience.  “Don’t reinvent the wheel,” they would say.  “Find a SNCO that knows how the system works and learn from them.”  I didn’t want to fall flat on my face and embarrass myself.  So I intended to follow that advice. 

I reported into my first assignment as professionally as I could—tight haircut, uniform in perfect shape, all my paperwork neatly organized.  After initial inprocessing, I was handed over to my work center.  It was obvious as soon as I walked in the door who the best SNCO was: MSgt Clark (E-7).  He was a big guy—6’3”, muscles bulging under his uniform, tough-guy good looks, shaved head that made him look tougher.  He oozed masculinity, and it was obvious even on the first day that everyone in the office looked up to him. 

It didn’t take long to get to know everyone in the office.  After a couple of days, I went up to MSgt Clark and basically asked him to mentor me.  He chuckled and said, “Sure, LT.  I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

After a couple of weeks, I felt like I was getting settled in the office and active duty.  MSgt Clark was a great mentor and taught me all the unspoken rules and tips to being successful.  Everything was going great! 

On the Tuesday of my third week at work, it was just a typical sunny day.  Not much happened at work and when quitting time rolled around, I headed home for the day.  When I got home, I took my uniform off and put on some shorts and a t-shirt and kicked back to listen to some music.  I figured it would just be a quiet Tuesday evening in the apartment, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. 

About an hour after I got home, there was a knock at the door.  I figured someone had come to the wrong apartment because I didn’t really know anyone yet.  I was shocked to find MSgt Clark at the door when I answered it.  He was still in his uniform, holding a six-pack. 

“Hey, LT.”

“Ummm.  Hey, Sergeant Clark.” I wasn’t sure what to do.  I just stood there at the door, looking up at him in surprise.

After an awkward silence, he chuckled.  “You gonna let me in?”

“Ummm. Sure.” I stepped to the side, and MSgt Clark strode in and glanced around.  “Nice place.”

It was a tiny one-bedroom apartment.  All I had was a cheap couch, a tiny breakfast table with only two chairs, a double bed and a dresser.  It was very basic.

“Thanks.”  I still wasn’t sure what to say. 

“Sit down.  Relax, LT.” 

So I sat down on my cheap couch.  MSgt Clark put the six-pack on the kitchen counter and then came back toward the couch.  I figured he’d sit down too, but he didn’t.  He just stood there—a tower of a man glaring down at me.  For a second, I thought maybe I should stand up again, but that felt as awkward as any other option.  So I just sat there while MSgt Clark stood over me.  I was definitely at a disadvantage, which I’m sure was exactly what he was aiming for.

We made small-talk for a couple of minutes.  It still felt a bit weird with MSgt Clark standing, but it started to feel a bit normal after a while.

“You work out?” MSgt Clark asked.

“I run and swim and do some light weights.  You definitely work out though.”

MSgt Clark chuckled and seemed to be flexing a bit under his uniform.  “I love the gym.  I go every day.  Let’s see what you got.”

I stood up and kinda flexed my arm.  MSgt Clark chuckled again.  Then he grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up.  I took the hint and took my shirt off.  I definitely wasn’t embarrassed about my body.  I looked pretty decent.  I was young and thin and had some good muscle tone.  I tossed my shirt on the couch and felt MSgt Clark’s hand on my chest.  I flexed my pecs a little. 

“Nice definition.” MSgt Clark said.

“Thanks.”

“Let’s see the back.”

So I turned around and flexed my back a bit.  I knew I had a nice upper back from all the swimming.  I felt MSgt Clark’s hand on my upper back.  His hand slowly glided down to my lower back … and then kept going down to the waistband of my shorts.  He tugged on the waistband.

“You work out your legs and glutes?” he asked.

“Ummm.  Yeah, with the running.”  I was a bit nervous at this point.

“Let’s see what you got.”

I felt MSgt Clark tug on my shorts.  I didn’t really feel comfortable taking my shorts off.  But then I felt a strong tug, and my shorts and boxers went down to my ankles. I kinda froze, not sure what to do.  MSgt Clark caressed my butt cheeks.

“Not bad.”

Then I felt a finger gently slide down my crack.  I jumped a bit and turned around to face MSgt Clark.  My feet were tangled in my shorts, and I couldn’t move too well.  Next thing I knew I was on my back on the couch with MSgt Clark’s huge, muscular body over me.  I couldn’t really move. 

MSgt Clark flicked my shorts and boxers off my feet.  I was completely naked now.  MSgt Clark pushed my legs back and then he was right on top of me.  I felt his cock pressing up against my virgin hole.  I was absolutely frozen. 

MSgt Clark reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small bottle of lube.  He maneuvered it open and got some lube on his fingers.  Then he reached down between my legs, and I felt his wet fingers massaging the lube onto my hole. He lubed his cock a bit and then I felt his cock pressing against my hole again.

He stared right into my eyes and grinned.  The pressure on my hole increased by the second.  I put my hand up on his shirt and felt his muscles underneath. I knew there was no way I could get him off of me.

“Just relax, LT.”

I started breathing hard.

“Relax that hole.”

I tried to push my legs down, but he was not moving.

“Come on. Relax that hole, LT.”

His cock kept pressing.  My hole was clenched, but also slippery with lube.

“Relax, LT.”

My hole was starting to give.

“There you go.  Relax that hole, LT”

I gasped, knowing that it was inevitable.

“Just relax and let it in, LT”

And then he was in.  I felt his cock slide up inside me. I remember moaning a little as he held his cock inside me. Then he slowly started thrusting his cock in and out, in and out. 

“Oh yeah!” MSgt Clark yelled as he used my hole.

All I could really do was gasp and moan as I struggled under his tight grip.

“So tight!”

His thrusts were more rapid.  In and out!  In and out!  All I could do was moan.

“Oh, this feels so good!”

MSgt Clark kept pounding me.  Soon, all he could do was moan too.

He was all the way inside me, pounding me hard.  He moaned loudly his thrusts were quicker and quicker.

“Oh God!” I yelled.  I knew what was about to happen.

MSgt Clark held his cock deep inside me and groaned loudly.  The thrusting stopped, but his body jerked 3 or 4 times.  I had just taken MSgt Clark’s load. 

After a few seconds, he started to move off of me.  I felt his cock slowly slide out of my hole.  When it finally popped out, my hole clenched shut.  My hole felt sore, but it also tingled in a way I’d never felt before.

MSgt Clark sat back on his knees.  He kept his hands on my legs, kinda holding them back and signaling me not to move.  I really wanted to put my legs down, but felt that I couldn’t for some reason.

“Very tight pussy, LT.”

I’d never had my ass called a pussy before.  I didn’t know how to react.  I just stared at MSgt Clark in disbelief.

“First time?” MSgt Clark asked.

“Yes.” I timidly responded.

MSgt Clark seemed to be savoring it all.

“You?” I asked.

MSgt Clark chuckled. “Definitely not my first.”

One of his hands started moving down to my hole.  My breath got shallow, not knowing what to expect.

His fingers caressed my sore, very sensitive hole. I whimpered a bit as his fingers swept across my wet hole. After a few seconds, I realized that my cock had gotten rock hard. I moved my hand toward my cock, but MSgt Clark ordered me not to.

“Keep your hands on the couch cushions.” MSgt Clark said.

I did as I was told.  His fingers kept playing with my hole, and my cock throbbed.

MSgt Clark put a bit more lube on his fingers and rubbed my hole some more.  I moaned, and my cock throbbed even more.

“Oh, God!” I moaned as I felt two fingers slide up inside me.

My hole put up no resistance as his fingers slid in.  My hole just welcomed them in.

“Oh, my God!” I moaned.

MSgt Clark grinned devilishly up at me as his fingers wriggled in my hole.

“Ugh! Oh, God!”

I was now voluntarily holding my legs apart, and my cock was throbbing.  My hand started moving toward my cock again, and MSgt Clark swatted it away.

MSgt Clark’s hand moved toward my cock.  He didn’t jerk me or anything.  I just felt one finger around the base of my cock as the fingers on his other hand wriggled inside my hole, tickling my prostate.  It was a sensation I’d never felt before.

“Getting tight.” MSgt Clark said.

I was groaning as I felt my hold clench down tight on MSgt Clark’s fingers.  An incredible sensation flushed through my body.  My head popped up to see what might be happening down there.  And then I felt a splash of warm cum wash over my left eye and cheek.  A second splash of cum landed on my lips and chin, some of it going in my mouth. Three more spurts covered my chest and abs.

MSgt Clark laughed as I tried to recover.  I looked down at all the cum.  I had to keep my left eye closed because there was a gob of cum on it. I felt cum dripping down my cheek and chin.  I couldn’t believe how much there was!

I realized MSgt Clark’s fingers were still inside me.  I looked at him and pleaded miserably, “Please!”

It was the only word I could get out. MSgt Clark’s laugh in response seemed a bit derisive.  That devilish grin returned to his lips as he slowly slid his fingers out of my sore, wet hole.

With his fingers out of me now, MSgt Clark grabbed my shirt and wiped his hands clean. I wanted to put my legs down but couldn’t quite move them yet. 

MSgt Clark had put himself back together.  He leaned down and picked up my boxers from the floor.

“You need to start wearing some proper underwear, LT.”

He dropped the boxers to the floor again.  Then, he retrieved his six-pack from the kitchen and started toward the door.

“You might want to get a shower, LT.  You got cum all over your face.”

And with that, MSgt Clark walked out and left me there.

It took a few minutes to get moving.  I was still reeling from what had just happened.  I got in the shower and washed up. 

My hole was still sore when I ate dinner.  And it was still sore when I went to bed. 

It was difficult to sleep that night.  All I could think about was what had happened that afternoon. I wanted to feel angry about it, but I couldn’t.  It was the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had, and I had blown so much more cum than I’d ever blown before.  And every time I thought about MSgt Clark fucking me, my cock got rock hard. 

When my alarm went off in the morning, I bolted awake.  My boxers were wet.  MSgt Clark’s load had leaked out of my hole during the night.  I slid them off and jumped in the shower.  My hole felt empty. 

When I got to the office, MSgt Clark was already there.  He grinned at me as I walked to my desk. 

I started going through my checklist for the day, and the office started to fill up with people.  A short time later, MSgt Clark got up from his desk and crossed the room to get some coffee.  On his way back to his desk, he stopped by mine and leaned down whisper in my ear.

“Maybe tonight we can talk about what proper underwear looks like, LT.”

“Yes, Sir” I replied. 

“Good boy!” he whispered back.