"Private Charles Williams," the sergeant announced as they gave him his stripe. Charlie felt as if he was in a surreal world and maybe he was if you compared the army to the life where he grew up. In the army there were rules for everything, what you wore, how long you hair was, even how to shine your shoes. You even had to ask permission to take a shit, no, it wasn't like home but hell his step father was army and he kinda wanted to follow in his foot steps.
Now he had been assigned to Fort Brignins and it was another big change to his life. First, it was the easy life of home to the army and now it was the big city to a tiny dirt bag of a base town. Still a leave was a leave and he was anxious to go on leave even to a small town. He couldn't wait to find out if the white pussy in this little burg was any different than it was in the big city. If there was one thing he could do well it was to pick up white chicks and now with basic training and all it had been far too long between girlfriends.
He sat in the bar nursing a beer checking out the action when he noticed a cute girl with pink streaks in her hair arguing with an older blond chick, they were sitting in a booth with another middle aged redhead. He liked the look of this young woman and just as he headed her way, she screamed an obscenity at the blond woman and then ran out of the bar with the other chasing after her. As he was deciding on whether to chase after them the red head came up to him and he could tell she was looking for some dark meat. Charlie sat down with her at her booth,
"You must be new to Fort Big Dick cause I know I would have noticed you before."
It was the first time Charlie had heard his new home's nickname but it didn't take him long to learn that was the name everybody called it.
This red head was on him even before he learned her name and when he put his lips to hers, she reached for his johnson. He knew just what she was doing, she was checking his equipment just to make sure he had a niggar dick. This always pissed Charlie off, why did these middle aged white women feel they had the right to group him just because he was black. It was always as if they wouldn't even talk to him if he didn't have a big cock. Well lucky for Charlie he just so happened to have just the right parts to keep a white girl happy but he still was a man with a heart and he yearned for something more than a quick bang. The woman was even more obvious than most for as soon as she learned Charlie was hung she put her tongue in his mouth. Let the games began he thought and he took her nipple already hard with anticipation in his fingers and gave it a pinch.
