The PFC and the CPT

Note: I have received several emails asking if this story is true. Yes, the events described here are factual. No, I have no way of proving this. You'll have to accept that I am honest.

I have taken some liberties with the timeline and the dialogue between Brandon and myself. This event occurred in 2011. Who among us can remember the exact words used in conversations that took place almost nine years ago? However, the context of the conversations is 100% accurate. Brandon is not his actual name, and he is not from Alabama, although he is is a southern country boy. My name, mentioned in future installments, has also been changed. Also, Brandon, being the good southerner that he is, spoke with a twang and used phrases and terms found only in the south. I initially attempted to replicate this but, as I am not a professional writer, I soon realized I was making Brandon out to be a complete moron. He is incredibly intelligent. Thus, I altered his speaking pattern to make the dialogue more understandable.

From 2007 to 2016, I served as an Armor Officer in the US Army. For those not in the know serving in the Armor Branch of the Army means I was one of the guys who got to play with tanks for a living. Or, more specifically, play with the Abrams main battle tank. And this was something I loved doing. The first five years of my time were spent under the weight of the DADT policy, which genuinely sucked, but it did not readily stop me from having my far share of truly enjoyable moments with other gay men. Many of these encounters being with fellow Soldiers. I plan to share many of these stories, but I want to start with the one that was the most intense.

During the summer and fall of 2011, I attended the Maneuver Captain's Career Course at Fort Benning, Georgia. This, in a nutshell, is the course Armor and Infantry officers attend to learn about being a company commander and battalion staff officer. The course wasn't overly complicated, but at six months in duration, it got to be fairly mundane. Thus, I was quite pleased when I finally graduated in November of that year. I had signed up for another course (Cavalry Leader), but it would not start for three weeks after the conclusion of MCCC. This left me with plenty of time on my hands. And since all of my buddies from MCCC had moved on to their next assignments, I was free to do as I pleased with little interference.

Grindr, at this point, was still somewhat new. I had only recently discovered the app towards the end of MCCC. On the first Saturday of my three-week quasi vacation, I was checking out Grindr to see who might be nearby and looking for a good time. Within a few minutes of logging on, I was hit up by a guy, and we started to chat. His name was Brandon, and he had just finished Basic Training at Benning and was on a 48-hour pass. Brandon was a country boy from some small town in Alabama, and the picture he sent to me was beyond impressive. He had taken the pic that morning in the hotel room where he was staying. He was shirtless and wore a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs. Brandon was 6'1 and extremely fit. His body didn't have an ounce of fat, and his frame was sculpted to perfection. I was in the best shape of my life at that point. At 5'11 I came in at about 165 pounds and was quite toned. I spent way to much time in the gym and ran about 5 miles a day. Not to brag, but I have a great ass. I had a bit of a rebellious streak in me so my hair was kept longer than one normally might find in an Army officer.

I usually avoided hooking up with enlisted Soldiers, not wanting to test the Army's fraternization policy. Still, I knew, as soon as I saw the photo, that I would not be able to say no to this guy. He made it clear that he was looking for a bottom to pound on for a while. And when he learned I was a Captain his interest in me seemed to double. He made it clear that he was turned on at the thought of fucking an officer. I had bottomed a few times in the past, but I looked upon myself as a top as I had solely topped for the past several years. As much as I wanted to meet him, my hubris of considering myself a top got the best of me, and I had to decline. He was bummed but understood. I told him that if he couldn't find anyone, he should hit me up later, and we could at least swap head. He agreed. I soon lost interest in Grindr and went about my day.

Around 8 PM, I logged back on, and Brandon immediately hit me up. His search for a bottom had come up short, and he asked if I still wanted to meet and blow one another. I quickly said yes and gave him directions to my apartment.

When he arrived at my place, he turned out to be more stunning than I had first thought when I'd seen his photo. By the time we'd gotten to the couch, my cock was fully engorged. We had a few beers and shot the shit for a while. His Alabama accent added to his appeal. After the third beer, he began to rub on my cock through my shorts. He quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them, along with my boxers, down around my ankles. My cock popped out, and it was evident that I had been leaking precum for quite a while. I don't possess a porn cock. I come in right at six inches, and he quickly swallowed me whole. This was not his first rodeo. He worked on my dick for 5 or 6 minutes and then sat back on the couch. It was my turn to please him.

He was wearing running shorts that I was able to pull down easily. With no underwear on his cock revealed itself immediately, and it fucking blew me away. This young 20 yo PFC was sporting a massive 9-inch monster that was incredibly thick. I thought I might start to drool. I left the couch and got on my knees in front of him and made quick work of going down on him. There was no way all 9 inches were going to go down my throat, but I did my best, and he was soon quietly moaning. I worked him over for at least 10 minutes. His cock was wet and slick with my spit. He took his cock out of my mouth and began to slap it on my face quite vigorously.

I merely held my mouth open, hoping he would shove his cock back in. I was transfixed on his meat. I'd given my fair share of blow jobs, but I'd never had a guy slap my face with his cock before. It seemed somewhat demeaning, something only a submissive dude would allow, but I did not attempt to stop him. I sensed that the power dynamic between us was shifting, and it thrilled me. Brandon must have had the same intuition because he grabbed the hair on top of my head and pulled my head up slightly as he continued to slap my face with his throbbing meat.

"You like my cock, faggot?" he asked, somewhat menacingly.

I'd never been called that to my face, and I assumed that if someone did call me that I'd end up clocking them. Yet, when Brandon said this to me, I felt my cock swell even more. I was incredibly aroused. In a millisecond, I knew where this night was going.

"I love it," I responded with lust in my voice.

"You forgot, sir, fag," he said with quite a bit of force.

The Captain in me shrank at this. Was I actually going to call this 20yo PFC, sir? My mind raced a bit, not sure if I could do this. However, my cock was entirely in control, and it wanted this.

"Yes sir, I love it," I responded meekly.

"That's a good boy," Brandon said, patting the top of my head. "Now keep sucking me, boy. I need my cock good and wet so it can slide in your hole easier".

As soon as I'd sensed the power dynamic begin to shift, I grasped that Brandon was going to fuck me. And the thought of this young PFC battering my hole his nine-inch meat both excited and terrified me. It had been years since I'd been fucked, and the biggest cock I had ever taken was all of 6 inches. I wondered if I could take it.

I was solely focused on sucking his cock and lost all sense of time. Brandon eventually grabbed my hair again and pulled my mouth off his cock.

"Go clean your hole, boy," he snapped. "I want that pussy real clean."

This was degrading, but it, like him calling me a faggot, excited me. I was taking orders from a lowly PFC, and it was driving me into a frenzy. After taking care of things in the bathroom, I exited to find Brandon lying on my bed, stroking his significant tool.

"Get in here. I'm tired of waiting," Brandon barked at me.

I responded quickly and made my way to the bed. He had moved to his knees at the end of the bed and roughly forced me onto my back. I laid there looking up at him as he continued to stroke.

"Ever been fucked by an enlisted guy," he asked.

"No, sir," I responded truthfully. "You will be my first."

He said nothing. He had some lube with him and applied some to my waiting hole. He soon had a finger in me and began to move it in and out. I began to moan slightly and reached for my cock. He slapped my hand away before I reached it.

"No, fag. You don't get to touch yourself," he snorted. "It's such a tiny thing anyway. Why bother?"

While not large, I had never thought of myself as having a small cock, yet in comparison to his meat, mine did look tiny. While it should have been insulting for him to mock me like this, it just made me that much hornier. He inserted a second finger and began to stretch out my sphincter. I was still moaning, and not being allowed to stroke myself was proving to be torture. My cock was leaking precum all over my smooth stomach.

Brandon fingered me for several minutes, then applied a copious amount of lube to his cock and aimed it at my exposed hole. I felt the pressure as the head of his cock made contact. I held my breath, and he penetrated me. There was intense pain at first as his cock stretched my hole, and I let out a guttural moan. He slowed and didn't move for a few seconds. Then he began to proceed to push deeper into my chute. I squirmed at the feeling, but I was enjoying every inch of his cock. It wasn't long till I felt his pubes brush against my ass, and I knew he was balls deep. I was amazed his cock was entirely in me. He laid still enjoying the feeling of my tight hole, squeezing his meat.

He slowly began to move his cock back and forth inside of me. With each thrust, he would pull back just a little farther. The look on his face was pure pleasure. He made small grunts with each thrust, which drove me wild. Without warning, I suddenly began to cum wildly. Several ropes of jizz exploded from my cock, hitting my belly, chest, and face. I was embarrassed that I had cum so fast and without even touching myself, but it seemed to please Brandon very much. He slowed his thrusts and reached down a scooped most of the nut off my chest and belly.  He held his hand to my face, and it was clear what he wanted. I began to lick my semen from his sticky fingers. I'd never tasted my load before. The thought of me, the Captain, being forced to eat his cum at the hands of a PFC, kept my cock from going soft.

After licking his hand clean, he pulled out of me with one quick motion. This caught me off guard, and I let out a small gasp. He wasted no time flipping me onto my stomach and pulling me upwards. Brandon was going to keep fucking me doggy style. The PFC applied more lube and with one thrust, was balls deep in my hole. I let out a moan but nothing close to as loud as the first time he penetrated me.

"Fuck fag," he moaned. "Your pussy is tight."

I responded with words I never dreamed would escape my mouth, "Fuck my pussy, sir. Breed me".

He was more aggressive now. Pulling his cock all the way out and slamming it back into me. I wondered how long I could take this. I assumed not much longer.

"Surely, he is about to cum?" I thought. I was wrong.

Ten minutes into fucking me doggy style, I came again. Brandon didn't see me cum, but he felt my ass convulse as I did so. He stopped fucking me as he made me lick my cum off the comforter. I had barely swallowed the last drop before he began to pummel me again. Finally, after at least 45 minutes, he announced he was about to cum.

"I'm close, fag," he grunted. "Gonna breed you good."

With that, I felt his cock begin to swell and throb. I knew he was painting the inside of my ass with his load. His orgasm seemed to last at least 30 seconds. I just laid there whimpering. I was so physically beat down from the fucking I had just taken that I found it hard to speak.

I fell to my stomach, and he laid on top of me with his cock buried in my hole for 10 minutes or so. When he finally pulled out, he was no longer fully erect. He laid next to me, smiling.

"So, I'm off tomorrow also," he whispered. "You opposed to me coming back for more?"

"I'll be waiting," is all I said.