John had gotten in trouble with the drill sergeant. Again.
“When you’re done cleaning the latrine report to my office,” the sergeant commanded.
“Sir, yes, sir,” John replied. Sarge scared him. He was over 6 foot of solid muscle. His shirts were always tight around his massive biceps. John had seen the sergeant in the shower. He was impressed by the sergeant’s massive, hair covered, chest. He had even sneaked a glance at the sergeant’s massive, uncut cock swaying over his large, hair covered, balls.
John always had to hurry away before he got a hard on.
Now, John had finally finished cleaning the latrine and headed to the sergeant’s office.
The lights were out. But, the door was open a crack.
“Sir?” John called. “Are you here, sir?”
“Come in and close the door, recruit,” John heard Sarge say.
“Yes, sir,” John replied, closing the door behind him.
“Did you do your job, boy?”
“Yes, sir. I did, sir,” John replied. He heard a strange slow, slapping noise.
“Come over here, boy.”
John walked around the desk. He could smell the beer on the Sergeant’s breath. John was surprised to see the sergeant’s massive cock sticking out of his uniform pants.
“You want this, don’t ya boy?”
“Sir. I, uh, I, I don’t know what to say,” John stuttered.
“I’ve see you staring at me in the shower, boy.” The sergeant slapped the palm of his hand with his hard on.
“Yes, sir. I have stared at you, sir.”
“On your knees, boy.”
John dropped to the floor and stared at the massive cock he was now confronting.
“Suck it, boy.” The Sergeant grabbed John’s head and pulled him on to his drooling tool. John opened his mouth and tried to swallow his sergeant’s dick. He gagged when the massive, helmet shaped head, hit the back of his throat.
