Infantry II

After the first time I lost my gourd to Geraldo at camp, two months went by with nothing new.
One night I slept in the NB soldiers' quarters, which are separate from the recruits' quarters.
It was a huge hall, with a very high ceiling, a large double-leafed door almost three meters high, had eight windows in colonial style also huge, it looked like a house of giants.
There were 50 steel bunk beds, painted olive green, but only about ten soldiers and cables slept that night.
A recruit stood guard at the front door and was exchanged for another soldier every two hours.
I was running late when I woke up.
I saw a full-grown soldier beside my bed that was at the bottom of the bunk, I realized it was the recruit on duty.
- Who's there?
- Geraldo, he whispered, and then he pulled the sticks out of his uniform and stuck them in my mouth.
I tried to suck, but the position didn't work, so I sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped my hands around his waist, pulled him up against my face and started my fucking sucker training.
I would suck that piece of muscle with pleasure and it would make a penetrating motion in my throat.
He couldn't take off his clothes because he was on duty, so he pulled the bag out of his uniform and came back and stuck the stick right in the back of my mouth.
His smooth sack rubbed against my chin and I would burst with excitement at the smell of that boy.
- I want to fuck you again.
Let's go to the window, so I can look out the courtyard and see if the prowler passes.
I went to the window, pulled down my shorts and my underwear, and I stood looking out, looking around.
When the sleeping classmates without one woke up to go to the bathroom, they wouldn't have to go through us.
I felt the head of the pike forcing its way into my ass and passing, millimeter by millimeter, very slowly, backing up a bit and forcing it again.
When he was able to widen his anus, he gave me a punch that made me close my eyes for a moment and let out a muffled groan.
He was hungry because he was eating me like crazy.
My body trembled with pleasure as he pounded the hard stick to the bottom.
- Go ahead, roll on my dick like this.
I'd roll with that stick buried up to the sack in my little bundle.
- Delicious cook... he whispered in my ear.
The round!
I saw the silhouette of a man approaching about 50 meters, illuminated by the few deadly lights of the corridor.
I escaped from the clamp and went to bed quietly, while he put the gun away and went to the door.
The drifter exchanged a few words with him, got his number, and moved on.
We go back to the window and we start fucking again.
The poop came back in causing a bad feeling that soon disappeared.
He began to get into shape with a gentle rhythm, going in and out to the edge of the glowing ring.
I was so horny, I started masturbating.
Have a good time, my dick is in your ass, I'm gonna fuck you up.
He'd talk and he'd increase the speed of the punch and I'd want to climb up the boner window.
What a hard, tasty dick, I was feeling happy with that delicious come and go of that tasty pain.
I started to mock and I could feel the butt ring wrapping around and squeezing that entire trunk.
We were laughing together, clutching at the window, the wall moist with milk.
- You bastard, you licked the wall, I'll have to clean it or it'll be left to me who's on duty.
I went to sleep happy and content.
Ah, wonderful barracks life.