U.S. Army Foot Soldier

 I decided to join the U.S. Army! I've had enough of not being productive in my young life. I'm 17 years old partying my ass off in New York City with my friends Kevin for the final night before Army recruiting sergeants will pick me up at 4 in the morning and take me to Fort Hamilton where I will join a bunch of other teenagers my age and a little older for a ride to Laguardia airport.

  I can't even see straight, but these sergeants don't care or sympathize with me. I'm torn up! They put us all on a bus to Laguardia airport where we took our flight to Lawton Fort Sill regional airport for our first day of United States Army basic training! Drill sergeants are awaiting when we land at the airport and immediately put us on buses to the Army base.. We get off the bus and they are screaming at the top of their lungs at us. I had a very serious attitude problem, I kid you not! I never even intended on joining the service when I took the ASVAB test. My friend Bryan and me were in Los Angeles when he couldn't get a job to save his life, and decided to join the service. He told me about an appointment he had to take the test to enter the service and asked me to take it along with him. We were both getting loaded drinking Night Train and smoking large amounts of pot. I was working and had no problem getting a job. I decided to go along with Bryan in the morning and take the test to join the service for shits and giggles. An Army recruiter came and picked us in the morning and drove us to 11000 Wilshire boulevard where we were administered the ASVAB test. I entered a large room with about 100 other teenagers that were taking the ASVAB test that day. I was entirely hung over and could barely keep my eyes open but I managed my way through the test with flying colors. When we were filing out of the room the recruiters pointed at me and directed me to come over to where they were standing and told me that I had the the highest score in the room that day. They wanted to know what I wanted to do as far as an Army job. They made it clear to me that there was nothing that I couldn't do. As I told you I had no real intention of joining the service, but I mentioned to them that I would be interested in communications if I were to join, and I would think about it. 

 I went back to New York City and hung out with my friends getting loaded on cocaine, pot and sucking cock . I always had in the back of my mind that I could pursue a military life. After several months of not getting anything accomplished in my life I decided to go see the local recruiter and be all I can be, lol. They had my ASVAB scores on file and were very interested in getting me to join the Army. They have several questions they need to ask when you are in front of them in the office before you even go to the recruiting station to get your physical exam. Everything like my sexual preference and criminal record.. when they asked me if I smoked pot I told them honestly that I did, and his response to me was "don't tell the doctor when he asks me!" The next step was taking me to Fort Hamilton for my physical exam where a bunch of naked teenage boys are eagerly awaiting their examination. It's was a very thorough examination from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. The doctor's warm hand heartily squeezed and rolled my testicles around before telling me to bend over and plunged his lubricated finger in my tight anus. I was weighed, measured and probed. Blood was drawn from every one of us. 

 After the physical exam was completed we were all taken to another large room where they had us raise our hand and swear an oath to defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic, and at that moment I was officially in the United States Army..

 They set an appointment for me to report for duty which was about 2 weeks later and I went home and partied my ass off with my friend Kevin. We smoked, snorted and drank my asses off! I had to meet the recruiter at 4 o'clock in the morning and I was literally getting loaded at 3:30 AM with my friend Kevin. He went with me to 64th and Broadway and gave me away to the Army recruiter.

 The 1st day of basic training was a whirlwind of activities that began with the confiscation of every personal possession in your life. Next comes the infamous military haircut that literally takes about a minute and a half. 

 All of my personal possessions along with every stitch of clothing that I walked in with was taken from me and bagged and I was given 4 sets of uniforms. Two pair of boots that are measured to my feet, along with 4 pair of OD green socks and duffel bag personalized with my name on it. 

 During this very busy 1st day of basic training the drill sergeants are still screaming at every one of us non-stop between every activity and told we will learn to get very close to all of our fellow recruits. I have just come in contact with recruits from every State of the Union and told when we line up to go to the chow hall our boots will physically touch the recruit in front of you, just as the recruit behind you, Heel to Toe!

  As your very 1st day in the Army winds down you are taken to a big room where all the bunk beds are. Drill sergeants show you how to make your bunk. At the other end of the large room is the latrine. The toilet facilities where there are 10 toilets in a room with no stalls in between them. We are gonna get trained to shit, shower and shave nude in front of everybody else with no qualms! 

 You have one final task before lights go out and that is to write a letter to your next of kin. I was stunned by the activities of that very 1st day of U.S. Army basic training, since I landed in Lawton Oklahoma at 11 o'clock that morning. 

 As you sit in a giant room with 60 other buff young recruits from all over the United States writing your letters to your loved ones, very few words are exchanged amongst each other. Glances are exchanged, But nobody says anything to each other. I can't help but notice that everybody has taken their boots and plenty of them stripped the O.D. Green socks off their feet and set them aside by their bunk. There is the aroma of feet wafting through this big room as we haven't showered yet. These brand new stiff boots make my feet ache, and I think of the last foot massage my childhood friend Kevin gave me before I left. I wish he was here with me now to check out all of the feet in this room.

 Drill sergeants have told us the lights will go out at 9 PM and we should be in our bunk under covers. You wonder to yourself what this is all about as you haven't been to bed this early since you were a child! 

  I'm sure you have heard this story dozens of times before. Somebody is beating the shit out of a garbage can and throws it in the middle of the room. He is screaming at the top of his lungs to get up out of bed and get dressed. He doesn't have the decency to turn on the ligit's and yells at us to get out on the field and fall in! It's 4 A.M. and I open my eyes and look at the ceiling.. I say to myself 'where the hell am I and how did I get here'? I am still hung over from partying my last night in New York City. This asshole is threatening us to be outside within 6 minutes dressed. I get out there and he shows us how to lineup, and the next thing this dick head is doing is making us do jumping jacks, push ups and some variation of calisthenics I never did in my life!

 He gives us a brief run down on the activities of the day and lines us up to go to the Chow hall, Where we will have about 3 minutes to eat our first meal. This cocksucker takes us out to the middle of a field where we are all standing holding our Johnsons, and the next thing we were bombarded with beer cans of CS tear gas. The bastard yells at us through a megaphone to put our gas masks on, But we are all choking and our insides are coming out through our nasal passages! We are taken back to the barracks where we all shower and prepare for the rest of the day. We are going to go on a 12 mile March with rucksacks and shelter half. It is February in Oklahoma and pretty damn cold with a layer of snow on the ground. First aid is heavily emphasized during basic training. We are taught how to do a Tracheostomy, and none of us will ever suffer from frostbite of the feet. This wild bastard makes 2 privates demonstrate the act of saving your buddy's feet. I only wish that I could have been involved in the demonstration as it looked like great fun. When you suspect that your buddy or yourself has frostbite of the feet you will remove your footwear and socks and place the soles of your feet in your buddies shirt which he will partially open so you can them on his bare chest until his body heat restores your feet!

 We all proceed to do the 12 mile March and are at the rendezvous point where we will set up pup tents using our shelter halves. Being a city boy I never set up a pup tent in my life much less March 12 miles. We are all informed that 3 of us will be sleeping in the 2 man pup tent. Once again these bastards want us to learn how to get close to each other! Score! It is now nighttime and the pup tents have been set up. I am paired up with 2 other young delicious looking recruits who set up the two shelter halves together and we are ready to go to sleep. Without taking our fatigues off the 3 of us pull our boots and socks off before climbing into the pup tent. The 2 more experienced country boys that I shared this tent with tell me that it would be more comfortable if I sleep in the middle, but my head down by their unclad feet. I laugh at them as I told them this is no problem at all for me. They each put a barefoot on my chest and I wrapped my arms around both of them pulling them together under face. I hit the lottery on two other foot lovers scoring on a cold February night in Oklahoma. I absorbed the body heat from the soles of their feet radiating on my face and I was in heaven as I went to sleep. My right foot and left foot were grabbed by Parker and Davis respectively and held for safekeeping. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt their tongues bathing the soles of my feet.

 It's 8 weeks later and I finished basic training. I had to be shipped to the other side of Fort Sill where my A.I.T. school was. Radio operator/Mechanic which was a 10 week course. I've been wearing these very tight constricting boots for about 14 weeks now and I began to feel a discomfort in the bottom of my right foot. It felt like I had a piece of glass in my sole. The next morning I went on sick call to see the medic and describe the problem. He was very young and cute. He had me remove my boot and sock and told me to let him examine the bottom of my foot, which he put in his lap, he picked up my foot and closely looked at it.. it was a merely a deep callus that he removed for me with a razor blade, but not before giving me a woody from all of his attention.

 I graduated basic training and advanced individual training at Fort Sill Oklahoma and an had orders to report to the 1st Bn/12th Calvary in Fort Hood Texas, 30 days later.

 Kevin was eagerly awaiting my arrival. I missed him dearly and couldn’t wait to make passionate love to him. I took a taxi from Laguardia to his apartment on Central Park West and he was home alone, as his parents were traveling on an extended vacation in Europe. The best part was that Kevin and I were clean and sober for the first time in a long time! His doorman Carlos gave me a fist bump and big smile when I arrived at the apartment and told me I looked great in my uniform. He said Kevin was stir crazy and awaiting my arrival. Kevin knew what time I was going to arrive and he was naked when I got into the apartment. We kissed passionately for 10 minute before he pushed me down on his king size bed and began to strip all of my uniform off of me. Over the next 30 days there was an exchange of so much ejaculate between the 2 of us we could have filled a half gallon jug with it. I absolutely adored swallowing Kevin's ejaculate, As he did mine. I wanted him to come to Texas with me, Where we could get an apartment off base in Killeen Texas. But he was enrolled in a technical college.

 I was a celebrity of sorts when I reported to Fort Hood Texas and was picked up at the airport by a couple of soldiers in a Jeep who took me to the base. I was a radio operator/mechanic for an mechanized infantry company and I had my own section in the motor pool. The company was out in the field on a field exercise when I got there and I reported to the first sergeant who told me to go about my business, relax and await there return. They returned about 4 hours later and it was hell on Earth. They were Hell Raising monsters. It was my duty to introduce myself to every single one of them so they knew who I was and became familiar with me and what I could do for them. The first people I introduced myself to were the staff of the headquarters platoon. We all had very large rooms that were semi private with locks on the doors.

  I knocked on the door across from my own and a young lad named Chappelle was in his room and laid back down on his bed. He was a friendly guy that was still wearing his combat fatigues and brown T-shirt except he was barefoot and manipulating his toes while rubbing his feet. I introduced myself and told him what I did and he impressed me with his friendliness. I proceeded knocking on doors all the way down the halls of the company area and introduced myself to everyone. They were happy that they finally had a radio operator in their company.

 I went back to my own room and got into civilian attire and kicked back and relaxed. A couple of months passed before I had a roommate to share my very large room with. His name was Frey who was also from New York City. We got to be very close together and traveled on weekends going to Austin going to punk clubs and raised hell. We became really close as we shared the same feet fetish interest late at night in our private room! I really enjoyed being in the army and never regretted a day of it!