They say 'War is Hell.' They ain't lyin' brother! I'm Steve Fairfield and I'm in the US Army.
Like a lot of guys I went to High School with, I ended up here in Korea. A lot of them were drafted. I signed up for a hitch in the Army. I had nothing else to do. It was work in a factory back home, or join the Army, and the factory didn't pay well.
Having no real skills or talent, but being a hard worker, I was shipped off to a M.A.S.H. (Mobile Army Surgical Hospital) Unit near the front to be a corpsman. You know, move stretchers, and carry stuff. A grunt basically. As an enlisted man, I did my share of the crappy jobs around camp, KP, Guard Duty that kind of thing.
What makes my story so different from other bums like me at other units is what like was like at the 4077. Everyone here was a little loose with the rules, and it felt more like a family than an Army unit usually does. Don't get me wrong, we didn't ignore the rules, but the doctors were allowed to dress out of uniform, and everyone was welcome in the Officer's Club. And I had (and still have) a lot of respect for the doctors, well a few of them anyway. Hawkeye (Dr. Pierce), and BJ (Dr. Hunnicut) were good eggs, Dr. Winchester was a bit of a pompous jerk. Hawkeye and BJ never treated lower (or higher) ranking personnel differently. It made a lot of the brass mad, but the rest of us loved it.
I also liked having the nurses around. Most of the units near the front had no women, and we had a half dozen at any given time. And they were all so nice. I remember this one night in the Officer's Club...
It was a hot summer evening, and a payday! We all felt like drinking a little of our salaries. There were not too many patients, so the place was packed with bored sweaty people. Well the beer and the bourbon were flowing, and after a few hours (and sunset) the party moved outside.
I stumbled off to the latrine to release some of the booze I had trapped in my bladder, only to find it occupied. I walked around back and started peeing into the bushes when I heard a strange noise.
No so much a strange noise, as a strange place to hear that noise.
I have heard women moan like that; hell I've made them moan like that. It was odd hearing it come from the latrine.
After finishing by business behind the latrine, I waited around to see who was getting lucky in there. I was amazed when the door opened and I saw Major Houlihan, the head nurse, walking quickly away from the latrine toward her private tent. She was followed a moment later by Hawkeye. Lucky bastard! I would have given me left arm to get it on with Major Houlihan.
I snuck over toward her tent to try and listen to them.
"Oh Margaret," Hawkeye was moaning, "I have wanted to do this for a long time."
"MMMmmm, I like that. I can't believe I am this drunk! We shouldn't be doing this."
I wish I could look into the tent, but I had to hide so they wouldn't see me.
"Oh my God Hawkeye! You have the biggest dick I have ever seen. I have got to have that in my mouth now!"
I heard a slight slurping sound and a loud 'whoosh' of breath (which I assume was Hawkeye's way of saying he approved).
As I listened to the moaning and slurping, I found myself getting turned on, and I whipped out my own meat. As I hid behind some boxes with my eyes closed I listened to the Major blow Hawkeye and stroked my shaft in time with the sounds they made.
"AHEM!"
My eyes flew open to find nurse Kellye glaring at me through the screen of the nurses' tent. Kellye was the nicest of the nurses. She was like a cousin or something. I always liked her. Even thought she was a little pudgy, she was a cute pudgy, not a mean fatty, like some of the other guys joked about behind her back. She was slightly exotic looking too, being from Hawaii. She was always nice to me, and we would sit together in the Mess Tent sometimes.
I stood quickly and tried to shove my raging hard-on back into my pants as a walked back toward the center of camp. After a few steps, I heard a door slam, and Kellye was jogging after me.
I expected her to chew me out for what I'd done. But when she caught up she just said "Hi."
I stopped in my tracks. "Hi? You're not going to call me a pervert for doing what I was just doing? I mean I had my..." The look on her face made me stop mid-sentence.
Kellye looked at me with a smirk. "You don't think that I was getting wet listening to them fool around? It seems we have each have a problem that we can help the other solve."
I must have looked like a moron staring at her gape-mouthed. Did she mean what I thought she meant?
She leaned in closer with a wicked grin on her face and whispered in my ear, "Unless you want to get a wicked case of blue balls that is."
Well that confirmed that we were on the same page there! I grabbed her hand and we headed round to the back of the OR building. When we found ourselves surrounded by a pile of boxes and barrels, I stopped short, spun her around and planted a kiss on her.
In no time, she returned the kiss. Soon our hands run up and down each other's backs. It was hot and humid, and our actions made us even hotter!
When we broke the kiss, we took no time in tearing off our clothes. In just a moment, I was standing in front of Kellye in just my thin Army issue olive boxers (with a non-military tent in the front) and she was in front of me in white cotton panties and bra. She had small rolls drooping slightly over the sides of her bra.
We met again in a frantic kiss, our sweaty bodies plastered together. I mauled her fleshy ass in my hands, and she rubbed my cock through my boxers. When we broke our kiss again, she stepped back and I could see her large brown areola through her sweat dampened bra.
Stepped toward her a little more slowly and kissed her again. As our tongues wrestled, I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. When it opened, I quickly reached around front and slid my hands into the cups and slowly rubber her nipples with my thumbs.
Kellye moaned in my mouth and stuck her hand inside the front of my boxers. Her hands were like magic! Three slow strokes and I almost blew my load!
I stepped back to break her grip on my cock, but she surprised me by dropping to her knees, yanking down my boxers and slurping half of my dick into here mouth. I was having trouble not cumming too soon already; this was not going to be easy.
I looked down and saw Kellye's black hair covering her cute face, and the bottom inch of my dick. Slowly she pulled her head away and more of my Johnson appeared. Soon she was in a good rhythm and I was enjoying the sensation, and the show.
Kellye was a master cocksucker. She changed her tempo at the right times, and she knew when to slow it down to make it last. I was surprised to see her release my meat and stroke it while she sucked my hairy balls into her mouth. In no time I was warning her that I was gonna cum.
Kellye looked up at me with my cock in her mouth with such lust in her eyes. She started bobbing her head up and down so fast that her hair was creating a breeze on my legs.
My body tensed as I came, and Kellye locked her lips around the head of my cock and stroked the shaft with her right hand for all she was worth. It seemed like forever that I came, and when I opened my eyes (which I didn't remember closing), I looked down and saw some of my cum dripping off Kellye's lower lip. She expertly licked it off and stared to stand up.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her so her back was to a large crate and pushed her slightly backward. Kellye stepped back until the crate was rubbing the backs of her legs, and I drooped to my knees in the dirt and began removing her soaking wet cotton panties. I knew some of the moisture was from perspiration, but I could smell that some of it was not.
