"TEN-SHUN!" roared Sergeant Anton Hutchinson, and the soldiers all sprang to attention in a lengthy row of olive drab uniforms.

Commanding Officer Salvatore "Sal" Correlli nodded shortly to the sergeant and walked slowly down the line of men, his beefy hands clamped behind his back. He was wearing dark glasses so they couldn't see his eyes. But he emanated a sense of masculine power and bravado which was palpable. All the soldiers sensed that a change was going to take place at the base; that Captain Sal Correlli was going to make things pretty rough around the base.

Correlli stopped and faced the men, rocking slowly back and forth on the heels of his feet. He said in a loud ringing voice, "I understand that this base is full of pussies and losers. From what I've heard, you are all a disgrace to this man's American Army. And it's my job to whip you into shape, or break your ass in the process.

Brice Benson, standing near the end of the line and looking straight ahead, felt a little illicit thrill of excitement course through him as he listened to the new C.O. He could almost feel the magnetism and power that the big man emitted like a musk. It made his knees feel weak with exhilaration.

As Correlli moved down the line of men, his narrowed gray eyes raked over them, sizing them up swiftly, deftly. He singled out Brice almost immediately as one of the juiciest and most promising young hunks on the base. The sight of the humpy twenty-two-year-old blonde stud sent a flash of erotic excitement coursing through Sal's body.

"What's your name, soldier?!" he barked into Brice's face.

"Benson, Sir! Brice Benson!" Brice bellowed.

"Where you from, Brice Benson?"

"Laurel Springs, Kentucky, Sir!

"Laurel Springs? What kind of a faggity name place is that? You a fag, boy?"

"No, Sir!

"Have you got what it takes to make a soldier, boy?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"We'll see about that, Brice Benson!"

"Yes, Sir, we'll see about that...."

A variety of changes took place at Fort Warren after the arrival of the new C.O. Stringent rules about curfew and off-base privileges were laid down and rigidly enforced. Soldiers who were careless in their duties were severely punished. Spot checks were made of the barracks, and if everything wasn't in tip-top shape, the guilty parties were put on K.P. or had passes taken away.

Captain "Sal" Correlli was especially hard on Chet Wycoff and Brice Benson, the young soldiers he lusted after the most. He still had powerful memories of Chet on that blazing afternoon out in the Iraqi sun. Brice groused a lot about Correlli in the privacy of the barracks, but Chet kept pretty quiet about the whole thing. Chet also remembered-well that hot sex session he had with the brawny C.O. out on that deserted road.

One weekend, both Brice and Chet had their privileges taken from them for minor infractions and were confined to the barracks. It was a warm day and Brice was more than a little pissed-off about being stuck in the suffocating, claustrophobic confines of the barracks. He realized that most of the big cities of Iraq were death traps. But there were parts of Iraq which were reasonably safe and very beautiful, especially in the towns nearby their Fort. The ruggedly handsome blond G.I. was sitting there on the lower bunk, shirtless, glumly thumbing through a well-worn copy of Sports Illustrated.

Chet was standing by the window, his hands jammed in his pockets, staring absently out at the packed dirt field and the high barbed wire fence surrounding the barracks.

Brice looked up at Chet, catching him in a pensive mood, and noticed suddenly how incredibly good-looking his buddy was. Chet's short-cropped, blonde hair gleamed and glistened like straw on his shapely head. His emerald green eyes were burning with yearning fires. His becomingly bulging biceps stretched the sleeves of his tee shirt, and his camouflage pants seemed to sensuously hug his firm, high butt cheeks. Chet Wycoff looked the picture of healthy, handsome, All-American manhood.

Brice felt a tug of restless, erotic excitement in his loins. He hadn't had any sex since he left stateside three months ago. Those past months have been "close but no cigar". And now with the coming of Captain Salvatore Correlli, there had been no chance at all. He sensed that the C.O really enjoyed eagle-eying him and nitpicking at every damn thing that he did. With virtually no privacy, and with a hard regimen of chores and constant new training exercises, the men at the Fort had almost no time at all for leisure activity.

But his weekend was weird. All the other soldiers had been deployed down to Baghdad to beef up security for a Rumsfeld visit. It was a prestigious deployment for the men, indeed. But because of a few stupid, minor infractions, Correlli had confined him and Chet to the Barracks. Brice had been fuming about it ever since he found out the night before. But all of a sudden, the idea of him and his buddy Chet being confined alone for the next eight hours didn't have such a punishing sting.

Brice Benson stood up, his tawny, muscled upper-body gleaming in the beams of golden Iraqi sunlight which came filtering in through the window. He strode over until he came up alongside of Chet, who stood looking out at the empty field.

"What you thinkin' about, buddy?", Brice asked huskily.

Chet turned and looked at the muscular blond dude. Brice was an inch taller and several pounds heavier than him. He had always found Brice to be extremely sexy and attractive, but had never sensed any reciprocation in feeling. Until now. Now, he thought he saw a gleam in Brice's sky-blue eyes, a gleam that signaled erotic interest. He could feel Brice's bare arm brushing against his own as they stood there side by side.

He turned slightly towards Brice, who smiled up at him. "Well, Chet, looks like we're gonna have to find some way to amuse ourselves for the rest of the day"

"Sure looks that way, man," Chet muttered huskily.

Boldly, Brice reached out and cupped his strong young hand around Chet's basket, squeezing and kneading it through the tan camouflage material of his uniform trousers. Chet gave a hoarse moan of excitement, pushing forward with his hips, his healthy young prick slowly elongating and stretching out barbarically beneath the material of his pants.

"MMMMMM... You get hard real quick, huh, boy?" Brice murmured; his own prick urgently throbbing inside his pants.

He bent down swiftly and pressed his hungry lips to Chet's, kissing him hard. Chet greedily sucked at the hard masculine mouth which covered his own. Heatedly, the two husky G.I.'s flicked and tangled their tongues together, eagerly trading spit.

Chet ran his hands all over Brice's rippling, bare chest, enjoying the silken feeling of taut flesh stretched over tight musculature. He pulled his mouth away from Brice and bent down, licking at the blond jock's hot, hard pecs, twirling his licker all over each throbbing pap, locking his lips around the nubbins and tugging at them hungrily.

"Awwww...yeah, suck those stud tits, man" Brice muttered, digging his fingers into the back of Chet's neck.

Chet's fingers were fumbling with Brice's belt, unbuckling it and tugging at the zipper impatiently. There was a dull rasping sound as the zipper came down, and Brice felt his trousers tumble down about his knees. He was wearing a pair of cotton jockey shorts underneath.

Chet dropped down on his haunches with a small, deep moan of excitement, his eyes gleaming as he stared greedily at Brice's throbbing crotch. He pulled down Brice's underpants, and the blond stud's rock hard nine-inch prick snapped up against his firm, rippling stomach with a loud slapping sound, rigid as a steel pole, pulsating with studly intensity.

Chet moaned and leaned forward, nuzzling Brice's lean sweaty thighs, licking at them hungrily, rubbing his cheeks against the hard dick which knifed up into the air. He pressed his lips hungrily against the stiff staff, sucking on it, flailing it with the tip of his warm tongue, moving up and down the column of flesh and gristle, painting it with saliva.

"Yeah, dude, kiss that hot, needy prick of mine", Brice muttered, running his hand up and down the side of the Chet's face as he gurgled and moaned and slurped on Brice's big cock.

Chet curled his wet, hungry lips around the mushroom-shaped, pink knob, taking it greedily into his mouth, milking at it furiously; saliva frothing around the edge of his lips. He began to pump his face up and down, taking inch after inch of pulsating sex tool into his hot, hungry mouth. His velvety tongue curled around the underside of the dick shaft, forming a delectable trough over which it could easily slide. He suckled on the hard juicy meat like a nursing baby on his mother's teat, savoring the pungent flavor of hot, ripe stud cock.

Brice was shuddering and gasping as the rhythmic sucking he was getting sent rippling waves of electric pleasure fanning throughout his entire body. His head was whirling in unfamiliar exhilaration, and he clenched his fingers around the back of Chet's head, guiding the handsome young stud's face back and forth between his legs, feeding him his dick.

Chet choked and gurgled as the prick squelched down into his gullet, stretching it wide, bringing tears to his eyes. His puckered rosy lips plunged into the fragrant thatch of blond pubes at the base of Brice's studly ramrod, and he felt the lusty G.I.'s heavy nuts tea-bagging his chin.

"Oh, YEAH, Chet, baby, suck that meat! Your fucking mouth feels so FUCKICN' good, man! MMMMMMM!", Brice moaned, undulating his hips, twitching his stout pole deep into the slippery, heated, oral orifice. He guided Chet's head back and forth on his upright prong, shuddering as Chet worked hungrily at his meat, sucking and licking on it.

Chet pumped back and forth on the dick for a while, and then let it slip out of his mouth as he eased down to sniff and kiss and drool over the guy's boiling testicles. He lapped and sucked and chewed on them for a while, and then pulled back, looking up at Brice with flushed excitement, "Let me lick your ass, man?" Chet muttered hoarsely.

Instantly, Brice grunted in pleasure at the suggestion and turned around, presenting his fine, firm buttocks to the kneeling G.I. stud. In a heartbeat, Chet plunged his elated, flushed face in between the sloping lobes of Brice's butt cheeks, running his velvety tongue up and down the steamy, moist crack, savoring the pungent flavor and smell. His twirling, flicking licker darted across the spasming circle of Brice's puckered anus, as Brice moaned in pleasure, arching his back and shuddering as he shoved his ass into Chet's face, as Chet's long wet tongue popped inside his asshole and greedily flicked back and forth.

Chet hummed in satisfaction, attaching his puckered lips to the outside of that velvety rectum, sucking on it while he forced his tongue up deeply inside the furnace-hot interior of Brice's anus.

"Y-Y-Yeah, man, YEAH!!! Suck that ass, baby...SUCK IT!" Brice moaned huskily.

Brice's dick was throbbing with excitement, gleaming with Chet's warm spit. He curled his fingers around his upright pole, squeezing and pumping on it while he enjoyed the delicious sensation of having a warm male mouth tantalizing his sensitive butthole.

Suddenly Brice straightened up and turned around, staring down at Chet with smoldering blue eyes. Brice moistened his lips and growled huskily, "Get naked, dude. I want a taste of you now!"

Chet got to his feet with a little moan, eagerly tugging his tee shirt over his head and hauling off his pants. Brice's sky-blue eyes greedily raked over Chet's firm, muscled physique. Their bodies complimented each other, both ideal manifestations of near perfect male physiques. Brice took Chet by the hand and led him over to a bed.

Brice sat on the edge of the bunk, gripping Chet by the hips as he stood there before him, and drew him between his legs. Bending forward, Brice pressed his hungry lips against Chet's dimpled navel. He kissed and licked it, running his tongue down and down until it feathered through the mass of curly, honey-hued hairs surrounding the base of the young man's throbbing eight and a half inch prick. He tongued it greedily; surrounding the pulpy knob with his lips, and began to suck on it hard, pumping his face up and down.

Chet groaned loudly with lustful pleasure, his fingers digging into the metal frame of the upper bunk, his back arching as he urgently leaned his lower body forward; his pulsating cock pumping back and forth between Brice's grateful, slurping lips. Chet squirmed and gasped as he felt an urgent need to have thick, military cock pumped up inside his tight young asshole, "Oh, man, my ass is hot for your cock! Fuck my ass, Brice, Please?!"

Brice pulled his head back, letting Chet's big cock pop wetly from between his lips, and looked up at Chet with intent, burning eyes. Chet stood resting his head on his arms, which tightly held onto the springs of the bunk above. Brice ran his fingers up and down the front of Chet's chest, fingering and caressing the firm taut muscled body. He rose up, running his tongue up Chet's body, licking at the salty flesh, sucking each of Chet's rosy nipples, slurping at the soft tufts of musky hair which sprouted in his arm pits.

Then, Brice stood up from the bed, threw Chet down on his stomach on the bunk, and swiftly crawled atop him. Chet gave out a loud groan of exhilaration as he felt the full rigid length of Brice's rock-hard, spit-imbued truncheon squelch hotly against his butt crack. He could feel Brice's hard pecs pressing against his back, as Brice cupped and squeezed his buddy's well-developed tits, tweaking the aching nipples between his knuckles.

Brice licked and kissed at the side of Chet's neck as he lasciviously hunched back and forth, his heavy manhood sliding across the smooth, firm flesh of the G.I.'s hot ass.

"You want it, dude?" Brice panted into the Chet's ear, "You want my monster cock pumpin' in and out your bitchin' ass, boy?"

"Y-Yeah....Oh, yeah! Fuck me, man. FUCK ME!" Chet begged and groaned.

Brice reached down with one hand, fisting his heavy meat. He drew the greasy knob lewdly up and down Chet's sweaty crack, pushing forward til the thick slab of meat and gristle pumped up between the lobes of flesh and muscle and bumped against the puckered maw to Chet's nether regions. Chet grunted, closing his eyes and chewed on his lower lip as he felt the blunt, greasy knob of Brice's dick pressing urgently against the tiny puckered aperture of his asshole. He instinctively arched his back and spread his legs, giving the blond stud better access to his butt.

Brice eased forward slowly, tightening his butt muscles and hunching with his hips. He felt the throbbing circle of Chet's rectum slowly twitch and give way beneath the pressure. All of a sudden, his dick-head popped moistly inside of the hot colon, and he felt the bunghole snap snugly around the pulsating shaft of his cock.

"NNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!" Chet groaned between clenched teeth, grimacing as flashes of mingled pain and pleasure shot through his guts.

He rocked from side to side, his head reeling as white hot, primordial sensation raged through his guts.

"Oh, yeah, baby, yeaahhh.. So fuckin' tight and hot, man... Hot FUCKIN' ass, baby...", Brice panted, almost incoherently, pinching and massaging Chet's tits as he slowly leaned into the guy, fucking the entire length of his nine inch cock up to the balls inside of him. He grunted as he felt the outrageously stretched bunghole clamp securely around the large base of his cock, his frothy blond pubes pressing against Chet's upturned buns. Chet gave a choked sob of ecstasy as he felt his innards stretch and bloat around the hefty length of stud meat that pumped up inside him so deeply.

Brice slid his hands down Chet's body, gripping the guy by the hips, and began to churn and hump with his lower body, fucking in and out of that tight, hot military-ass, stroking back and forth. Moist, squelching sounds emanated from the juncture where the circled asshole sucked greedily around Brice's hot member!

Brice's big juicy balls were whipping up and colliding with Chet's own nuts as he fucked into the humpy G.I. Brice began to savagely slam into Chet, pulling back till only the knobby crown of his dick was ensconced by the tight fuck sheath, and then pumping forward and sliding the entire length up inside of it. Each time he fucked into Chet, Chet would squirm and cry out as blinding pleasure seared throughout his guts, making his dick-meat tingle and throb in excitement.

Brice ran a hand down Chet's sleek back, firm belly and fisted his dick meat, stroking his hand up and down the length of it, feeling it pulsate and sob as he fucked the young guy's ass.

"Yeah, you hot, punk, mutha fucker...I'm fuckin you hard...and I wanna feel you come while I'm inside you....", Brice muttered breathlessly into Chet's ear.

Chet threw back his head and uttered a gravelly cry, shuddering as pleasure built up in his aching balls, the stroking, punching dick in his ass sending uncontrollable waves of ecstasy shooting through him. Brice's milking fingers plunged him into an abyss of no return, and very soon, he gasped and shuddered, coming hard. Thick, hot gobs of man juice fountained up his fuck tubes and sprayed all over the lower bunk as he came and came.

"Oh, YEEAAAAH!...", Brice moaned, feeling that tight butthole clench tightly around his rigid, sensitive member. He pounded into Chet faster than ever, his head spinning in a euphoric swirl. He dug his teeth into Chet's shoulder, sucking and chewing on it in a frenzy of passion, pounding the guy's tight, round ass with brute force.

"Here I come. goddamnit, here I come, baby, baby, baby, h-he-here I fuckin; CUM! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHH!" he roared. His prick exploded deep inside Chet; hot thick jets of creamy sperm squirted deeply into Chet Wycoff's squirming guts.

As the two humpy young bunkmates moaned and grunted and unattached their sweaty, tawny limbs from one another, they didn't notice a figure standing right outside the window that Chet had been staring out of earlier. It was C.O. Salvatore "Sal" Correlli, and he had been watching most of what they had been doing. And he walked away from that window with a raging hard-on stretching his tan camouflage uniform trousers....