Some Time in the Fall of 1965 / 66

They sent me to Fort Dix, New Jersey for basic training. The bus ride there was long and tedious. No one talked much. Everybody was apprehensive. Myself, I just wanted to get there and get it over with. I didn't know what lay ahead. Worrying wasn't going to help.

The moment we got off the bus, they jumped us and tried to shake us up, rousting us from one stop to the next. We had to turn in our contraband. That was easy. All I brought with me was the clothes on my back, my driver's license, and an empty wallet.

They shaved our heads, gave us zillion rules and regulations, and thoroughly rode us from one moment to the next. You didn't have to think. Everything was moving fast. As far as the other guys were concerned, a little small talk between us was as far as it got.

The sergeant decided one morning that he was going to shake my tree to see what would happen.

"PRIVATE," he yells in my face. "YOU KEEP THEM EYES FORWARD. YOU HEAR ME, BOY.

"Yes sir," I said.

"LOUDER, I CAN HEAR YOU."

"YES SIR!!"

"You look like faggot, boy. You look soft, kind of girlie. Are you a faggot? You suck dick, boy?"

"No sir,"

"You ain't lying to me are you?"

"No sir."

"I want you to start looking like a man, not a little boy. You hear me."

"Yes sir."

He shook his head and walked away. He saw he couldn't make me blink. If I'd shown weakness, he would have been on my ass, hounding me forever. But after he failed to intimidate me he left me alone.

Basic training was tedious, exercising and running, weapons training, one endless rush. A couple of guys couldn't take it, and they were given medical discharges, probably psychological reasons. I heard one guy went to the company doctor and said he was a homosexual. However, I learned not to trust rumors.

It ground on for eight weeks. The latest rumor was they were putting something in the food to keeps us from going crazy and having a bunk house of guys whacking off, or... never mind. My balls were big. One night in basic I was dreaming about the middle aged woman I made so happy that afternoon, way back when. I woke up with my drawers full of cum.

The worst part about the whole thing really, was the weather. I was used to Southern California and by the time basic ended, it was way more freezing outside than I'd ever known in my life.

Finally it was over. I out did myself, particularly in weapons training. I was an expert with the .45 caliber automatic, the M14, the BAR, the bazooka, and the LAW rocket launcher, but my favorite was the M60 machine gun. We heard about some new rifles, an AR15 and an M16, but hadn't used them or even seen them. When I went into the military, I figured it would be in a non combat role, supply clerk somewhere in Kentucky or maybe a couple years in Germany, possibly some time in South Korea, but my proficiency with the weapons came back to curse me. I was off to AIT, Advanced Infantry Training. The last thing I wanted was to see combat. Now I hoped it wouldn't be the last thing I see.

We got a week off between basic and AIT. It was around Christmas time, (December 1965.) I could have gone back home for a few days, seen my parents, but I opted for staying on the base. I figured if I went back home I'd want to stay.

AIT was in the same base. More of the same tedium and mundane training, and even more running than basic. And even colder weather, it now being winter. I'd never seen so much snow. It was Feburary, 1966, when we were almost finished with the training. I was told I was going to Vietnam. Well, it was considered a small affair by most of the old timers. But it was a war.

We finally got to go on leave. I went into town with some of the guys. Most of them were worried about their wives or girlfriends. A few guys wanted to go into town for a piece of ass. I kept any of my desires to myself. I wanted to be alone. One private name Kirlin told me he knew where we could buy a prostitute. I went along with him for laughs.

"John, it's right up here south of Jersey City. This lady's got everything you want."

I laughed, "What kind of diseases does she carry."

"Come on, man. Take a few risks in your life."

"I'll take a blowjob. Will she do that?"

"My friend, if you got the money, she'll do it."

He took us to a house on the seeder part of town. It looked like a good place to get rolled. I told Kirlin that and he assured me it was alright. They gave us one woman to share. He took her first. It was his idea. I sat and listened as they fucked in the other room, and after about twenty-five minutes he came out and said, "Your turn."

I went in the room and the slightly over weight woman, maybe thirty-five years old, a hard looking hooker, eyed me over.

"So, what do you want? You want to fuck or a blowjob? Blowjob will cost you more."

"How much for the head?"

She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled the smoke, studying me over all the while. "You can fuck me for twenty-five, görükle escort fifty bucks for head, seventy for both."

I smiled at her and handed her a fifty.

"You're awfully young, but you look knowledgeable." She studied me over again and said, "You want the blowjob with your pants on or off?"

I pulled down the front of my pants and she said, "Come over here by the bed. I don't want to be on my knees."

"This is a good chunk of my money, so it better be good."

She took it in her mouth. She wasn't too good at it considering her profession. It was all business and no lust for cock. It got better as it went. She knew she had to get me off and started taking the length down to the base, lapping at my balls while her lips encircled the base root of my seven inch cock. It had been too long for me and there was a lot of build up. I told her I was about to shoot and she kept sucking, and then as I busted my overloaded nuts. She took it out of her mouth and let it shoot all over the floor.

"Why didn't you swallow it," I said angrily. "A good cocksucker swallows a load."

"I never guaranteed that. Get your pants up and get out of here."

"It wasn't worth fifty bucks."

"Sorry, no refunds," she said, and then lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke towards me.

While fastening up my pants, I said, "I don't think I'd fuck you if it was for free."

"Get out of here," she said.

I didn't budge. "Do you do pissing," I asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about I got twenty-five more dollars in my pocket. You let me piss in your face, and drink at least a few ounces of it, you get the money."

"That's weird stuff. You want that, it'll cost a lot more than twenty-five and that's if I choose to do it."

"What will twenty-five get me?"

"It'll get that seven inch cock of yours in my pussy for thirty minutes or less, and nothing else."

"Okay, we've established the price for that."

"I don't have a lot of time. Either fork over more money or get out of the room."

"What did it take, maybe ten, fifteen minutes to blow me? Don't I deserve a little extra time. It was fifty bucks, really."

"I guess you get thirty minutes to get off in a blowjob." She looked at her watch. "Now you've got four more minutes to talk or hand over some money."

I wanted to play with her mind for while, see if I could make her put out something for nothing. I only had a couple of minutes. It was worth the try.

"You ever had someone piss inside your pussy or asshole."

She gave me a real dirty look. "No, I haven't. Why, is this something you've done before?"

"Yeah, you get a semi hard cock, one that's really gotta take a leak, and you, say if you're doing it in the ass, you want to make sure it's lubed real well so the half hard on will go in. You push it in and start peeing, and when you've emptied your bladder in the ass, you immediately get hard and start fucking. The woman or man getting it in the ass usually gets so fucking out of it that they shoot off. The man shoots off ropes of cum and the woman sprays her juices all over hell in an orgasmic frenzy."

She was breathing heavier. It was at exactly thirty minutes.

"I'd like to do it," I said, "but I don't have enough money right now. But if you want it, let me know." I turned to leave and was almost out the door when she ran up and grabbed me and pulled me back in."

"Wait," she said. "Is this a joke? And you sound like you've done this to guys, not just women."

"I can do it for you if you like."

She put her face next to my shoulder. You know you're really cute. A really, a really cute guy. Are you going to Vietnam?

"Real soon."

There was a long pause, and then she asked, "Do you have to pee?"

"As a matter of fact I have to piss like hell."

She took a deep breath, debating with herself whether to go through with it. She turned and went out the back door and came back in with a five foot wide plastic children's swimming pool.

"This will help with the mess. She took off her dress and panties, bra too, and got in the empty pool. Then she exposes her nice big ass to me. She took some KY lube and put a generous amount into her ass.

"Go for it," she said. "Piss right up my ass."

I took off my pants and threw them aside. She looked behind her and saw that my seven inches were hard.

"Don't worry, you'll get your wish."

I got in the plastic pool and positioned my cock at her ass. First I worked my fingers in a little and she moaned with pleasure. "Here it comes," I said.

I pushed my cock forward and into her rectum. I was in only two inches.

"God, your cock feels good in my ass."

"I'm going to put in all seven inches before I start to pee."

"Do it, baby. Piss in my ass and then fuck the hell out of it."

I pushed forward, going in and out, and finally burying my cock balls deep. He ass was warm and tight. bursa escort bayan

"Normally I make...oh this feels good, mmm... the soldiers wear a condom... but I wanted this...and think your okay...oooh, god your cock feels sooooo goooood..."

And then it happened, I began to urinate right into her bowels. I blasted out a big stream.

"Ohhhhh, MAN, fuck, HUH oooooh, that feeeeels gooood. Oh, that feels good."

My piss burst out the sides and spilled out her ass as I fucked it hard and fast. She carried on like wild, "WHHOOOO, ahhhhh, oooooh, huhhhh, YEAH...uh, huh, uh, huh, uh huh..."

While I fucked her tight ass, her pussy sprayed and rained down into the pool. I began to cum, unloading a pretty good gusher of sperm into her now piss filled bowels. I pulled out of her ass and she stood there in the pool, both legs shaking, and more spray from her pussy raining down. I lowered myself and let it soak my face, and her ass spit out the rest of my piss and cum and to her shock and enjoyment, I got on my knees in the pool and put my tongue in her ass, catching the last remnants coming out.

I got up and she sat on the edge of the bed in stunned exhaustion.

"I came all over in the pool," she said in shaky voice.

"You sure did," I said. "I enjoyed myself too."

She laughed, "You got my juices all over you. I got a shower in the other room. You want to get cleaned up real quick. I can let you."

"Don't worry about it. I'm going back to the base now. I want to take your smell back with me."

"I don't know why, why I did this. But you're hot." She reached in her bag and handed me the fifty I gave her earlier. "Here take this back. It was worth it."

I put the fifty back in my wallet and she put her arms around my shoulder and kissed my lips, putting her tongue in my mouth, tasting a mixture of my pee and cum that I ate out of her ass.

"Thanks," I said.

I turned to leave and she touched my shoulder and then hugged me and said close to my ear, "You be careful over there, okay. Don't take any chances." She then gave me a hug and a squeeze and said, "I hope to see you again." And then she turned away from me. I think she was crying.

I closed the door behind me and left the building. I didn't even get her name. That was the second time I had a positive experience with an older woman without knowing her name.

The rest of time went quickly. AIT continued with same training monotony. I got to know the guys I was training. They came from all over the country. Tyler was a negro from Detroit. He was paranoid the whites were keeping him down. He said the white cops back home had it in for him, and they would beat your head in just for being black, but he thought we were cool, the rest of us white guys. He liked to talk about his mother's cooking and the Motown music.

A couple of my friends were married guys, twenty-two, twenty-three years olds. They showed me pictures of the wife and kids. I got to hear about their jobs they left behind, factory work that didn't sound so great to me, but their fathers worked those jobs and they intended to follow suite.

One young guy, about eighteen, was worried and apprehensive about going to Vietnam. He had all kinds of plans for when he got out, how he was going to start his own business and how he had left his girlfriend behind. He asked her to marry him and she didn't give him an answer. She wanted him to leave the army and come home.

One thing we all had in common was officers. Some of them liked to torment the enlisted men, and their sadistic hubris spilled from their eyes. I hoped when we got to the war, none of these arrogant idiots would be in charge of leading us.

Myself, I didn't know what to tell the other guys. I felt like an odd ball. I told everyone I was kind of bum and just drifted around looking for fun, and then one day I got a draft notice. This led to my new name. A lot of guys got nick names of some kind. They called me Drifter. It stuck and everyone in AIT started calling me that.

Before I knew it, it was all over with, I was shipped out. I separated from most of the guys I trained with. I thought this was wrong. I believed the men you train with should be the men you serve with.

It was a long trip, a lot of travel and then a stop in Japan. There I was given a leave in Tokyo. What a place. I was lost. I went to where I thought I could buy a hooker. I ventured out with southern negro from New Orleans named Hooker. He was three times my size and kind dumb and innocent. He was very religious and wanted find things he could send back to his mother and his bothers and sisters.

"Hooker, I don't buy souvenirs, I want to go have some fun. There's gotta be something here."

"Most guys don't get a leave here, Drifter. You should see this place, learn from it."

"Meaning you don't want to hit a bar and look for some women?"

"Those are dirty things you're talking about. And I don't drink."

"I'll go without bursa escort you then."

"That's fine. I'll meet you here where we parked the jeep."

"Have fun, Hooker."

I left him to his shopping and heading through the noisier districts of Tokyo.

"Hey, private, what are you doing?"

"I turned around to see who had asked this and immediately saw a Major sitting behind the wheel of a jeep. I snapped to attention and saluted."

"Yes sir," I said, "What can I do for you, sir."

"Relax private. Be at ease." He eyes looked like he was a bit drunk or maybe tired, I wasn't sure which. He much older than me, maybe in his late thirties.

"Was I doing something wrong, sir?" I asked.

"No, of course not. You're on leave, right?"

"Yes sir."

"Let's cut the 'yes sir,' out. I already know you respect the rank. So be at ease, just call me Major."

"Yes, I mean, yes Major."

"You need to loosen up. Were you out looking for some women?"

I hesitated, and then said, "Yes, I was."

"What's your name?"

"John Meyers."

"No, you're name. I know all you guy give each other call names."

"They called me Drifter in AIT."

"Drifter," he said, and laughed.

"How did you earn that?"

I thought about it for a second and said, "I guess I used to drift a lot."

He laughed again. "Ask a stupid question and that's what I get. Do you drive?"

"Yeah, I mean, yes, yes, I can drive."

"Get behind the wheel and drive," he said while moving over to the passenger seat.

I got in and started the jeep and said, "Where to, Major?"

"Just start driving. I'll tell you the way."

The drive wrapped all around the city, finally leading us to a large parking lot behind a twenty story high hotel.

"Are we going in there?"

"Don't be so nervous, private. Let's go."

We went inside and got in the elevator. We stopped at the eighteenth floor. After going up and down some long hallways we came to room that said 'Military Public Relations,' on the door.

He got out his keys and let us in.

Inside was a reception area and a secretary's desk. The place looked closed.

"What do you do here," I asked. He just smiled and opened another connecting door, which led into another office area, and then one more door, this one leading to a shock upon entering. It was like a lounge, complete with nice leather furniture, a bar, and then from the corner of the room came two really nice Japanese women wearing bikinis. They hugged the Major and they kissed him with a hot greeting, and then he introduced me to them as Drifter. They both gave me the same hug and series and alluring kisses. So far this was looking good.

"What are you drinking, Drifter."

"Me, uh, a beer's okay.

"Come on, Drifter, it's my treat. You drink scotch whiskey?"

"I've never had it."

"Get us a drink, girls. Drifter here wants a scotch and soda on the rocks." They went running to the bar on their tippy-toes, their ass cheeks jiggling along the way.

I sat on the leather couch and leaned back. This was paradise. On the table was a big wooden box. I looked over my shoulder and saw the Major doing something in the small kitchen- what a place.

I reached over and lifted the lid on the box. It was full of cigars, a humidor.

"Help yourself to those cigars."

I lowered and eased the lid closed. "Thanks," I said. "I might have one later."

One of the girls put the drinks on the table in front of me. I picked it up and took a sip and made a face as it burned some going down. The Major saw me and laughed, and then came over and sat beside me.

"I'm Major Nicolas. You can call me Frank."

"Kind of informal, you being an officer."

He sipped his drink and said, "We off duty, Drifter. See me as just another guy. I'm not one of those buttoned up assholes you had to deal with back in the States."

"This is different," I said, and smiled and then took another drink of scotch.

"I only want a good time, just like you. You like my girls?"

I smiled and brighten my eyes and said, "Real nice, I like."

"I bet you left a lot of hot women back home, with your looks. I thought you were Sal Mineo when I saw you, you know the boyish looking actor. You look just like him. Anyone ever tell you that."

"I've heard similar comments." It was then that I sensed he might want me as much as the girls.

"Tanya, come here." She trotted over to us and waited for a command. "Give Drifter here a blowjob. He looks uptight. He needs it."

"Wow, huh, this is fast," I smiled.

"Relax Drifter. Take off your clothes. Were gonna have a good time." Before he had finished saying it, Tanya was taking off my shoes and then unbuckling my pants and pulling them off, along with my military boxer shorts. She started kissing me with seductive tongue kisses while removing my tie at the same time, then the shirt buttons. I sat up a little and off came the shirt. I was buck naked on the Major's leather couch, being massaged and tongued over by one of his hot little house girls. I was in heaven.

The other hot lady came over and started tonguing the inside of my ear and then whispered, "I'm Kiki,"