It was the second week into our basic training in the Army Base and we all were physically exhausted, even I was, after hiking, trekking and learning how to strip down a gun in less than a minute, not to mention parade, marching and learning how to be a good soldier.
As one of the few female recruits in the unit I had a lot to prove but I was not afraid to get my hands dirty and I was ready to kick ass and cuss with the rest of my unit if the need arose.
On this particular day we had done so well our drill Sergeant Nial Guthrie had let us have an early night and everyone had gone to bed and totally zonked out, except myself and Private Kevin Duggan.
I had got up to go for a piss when I saw Kevin slip out of his dormitory; he didn't see me because I was in the shadows, I made a habit of walking quietly even in my leather army boots. However at that moment I was just clad in my light combat trousers and regulation army t-shirt that I slept in and my feet were encased in pair of soft sole shoes.
Now I of all people knew that once lights were out, that meant lights out and a spec check could be done at any time and if someone was not in their bed we would all pay the price but on this occasion as I was to find out there was little chance of a any spec check because the Drill Sergeant who could do the spec check had a clandestine meeting of his own, in the bushes with Kevin so to speak.
I followed Kevin silently instinct telling me it was a good idea; I had already clocked Kevin as an arrogant piece of shit who liked to make people's lives miserable, he was a bully and was forever showing off his well muscled body and boasting that he was the best and no one could better him, not to mention he was the leader of men and all that crap.
He was good looking, I have to admit that, and his body was lean, mean and tanned, with bulging pecks, a lunchbox to be proud of if you know what I mean, and a handsome smooth round face with grey blue eyes, white blonde hair and sensual red lips.
As I followed him I wondered where he was going to, there was something about Kevin that did not quite ring true, but I couldn't put my finger on it right at that moment, however I was soon to make the connection and a lot of things made sense after that.
Like him I kept to the shadows, ducking and diving among the long wooden buildings that we lived, worked, slept and shat in.
I have to admit I was somewhat surprised when I saw Drill Sergeant Guthrie appear in an area were all the jeeps and trucks were stored on the other side of the base. It was dark, the lighting in this area minimal, but by sheer luck the two men were under a shallow light in which I could everything.
I positioned myself to watch what was going on in the shadows alongside a large army truck, I think I was beginning to guess what was going to happen next but I wanted to see for myself to see if I was right.
Kevin greeted Guthrie almost like an old friend but Guthrie had other things on his mind and he wasn't overly pleased with Kevin.
"You're late," he snapped at Kevin who squirmed and I am sure he blushed though in the low yellow light I couldn't be sure and then Guthrie's hand shot out and he grabbed Kevin's crotch and squeezed hard.
I sucked in my breath, shocked and fascinated at the same time.
Kevin didn't even squeal though his eyes went big and he seemed to grow taller. Guthrie's hand was like a vice I was sure then I saw it was moving over the bulge in Kevin's trousers.
"You like that, don't you dolly boy?" Guthrie said with a hard laugh and Kevin let out a groan, he obviously did like it, like very much in fact.
Guthrie pushed Kevin to his knees, hard, I heard Kevin wince but he didn't protest, I saw eager hands reach for the front of Guthrie's pants, I heard the zip go and Guthrie's voice say in an almost pleasant voice.
"You better be kissing my balls in tens seconds you slag, or I'll be ramming my cock up your arse so hard your eyes will pop out of your pansy head!"
"Yes Drill Sergeant," Kevin said and his mouth opened side and he set to work on the order he had been given.
It didn't take Kevin long to make Guthrie's flaccid cock card, his mouth, his lips and tongue worked frantically on the steadily welling rod that was Drill Sergeant Guthrie's cock, the older man smiled blissfully, he was much older than Kevin who was 21, he was about 40 to 45 years old, his hair was silver already, his skin creased by the Iraqi sun but he was still in top physical position.
He was married with three children I had been told but it was obvious he liked his bread buttered both ways.
Guthrie gripped Kevin's shoulders for a moment or too, and then he grabbed Kevin's both ears, making the young soldier squeak in pain, he twisted them hard and Kevin gurgled on the cock he was sucking and shuddered under the pressure.
