Author's Note: Again, there is a bit of flashbacks going on, some of the comments that I have read have figured out that this is multiple timelines running at the same time, there is a reason for this and it will soon end so please be a little more patient with me. One of the reasons that it takes me long to post one chapter after another is because I do ride across the country in my bike, so it takes me a little to get to a place where I can pull my laptop out and finish the details of the works before I submit them. Also, it seems like the days when you submit have a lot to do when your story gets published, for example Ch. 1 was submitted and published within two days, while Ch. 2 took about four days to publish.
To clarify some of the questions relating to timelines one part is in the very distant past, while the other part is in the more recent past. All of these events have already transpired, and I am afraid that I will disappoint one of the commenters in this chapter because they bravely made a prediction of the end of the story, and unfortunately you put your money on the wrong horse.
I am extremely grateful for the response to the story so far, thank you for the kind comments, thank you for the constructive criticism, and above all thank you for taking your time and reading the story. I will shamefully plug one of my favorite authors, StangStar06, his stories often keep me company as I ride across country (I am extremely lazy and often don't have time to read, so I downloaded one of those text to speech apps on my phone so I can listen to stories as I ride). His stories both served to inspire me to write my own, and helped me deal with a lot of the drama in my life. Hope he is reading this and knows that he helped a random stranger to find a way to deal with all the bs in his life.
Enjoy!
-aka_Mike
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Needless to say we didn't get any laundry done, in fact Harper didn't even attempt the façade of doing laundry as she showed up wearing her exercise clothing and nothing more. No sooner had she walked in and closed the door behind her that she attacked me with her mouth. That kiss was both passionate and lustful; her need was only outmatched by my own. She reached inside my shorts and grabbed my half stiff member and broke the kiss to lower her mouth and wrap her lips around it.
"Ahhh," was all I could get out as her lips wrapped themselves around the head of my cock, her tongue rubbing the most sensitive areas.
"Leyva said you had the best cock she had ever put in her mouth," Harper said without removing my cock from her mouth, the vibrations of her talking driving more and more waves of pleasure to my brain, "and I gotta say that I want the whole taste of it." Her hand began pumping my cock as if she was trying to rip it from my body as her head bobbed up and down swallowing more and more of my cock each time. Before I knew it, I heard that distinctive sound of her gagging as her lips reached the base of my dick, "I fucking told her I could get it all" Harper triumphantly said, "Leyva said I wouldn't be able to take your entire dick into my mouth."
"Oh, fuck, I'm..." before I could finish Harper slowed her bobbing, increased the speed of her hand's movement, and pressed her lips tighter around my cock. Using her cheeks she created a suction that milked my cock completely of my semen; it almost felt like if she was using my dick as a straw to get to the cum in my balls.
"God, that's fucking delicious," she said as she continued to kiss my cock, making sure that not even a single drop of cum was wasted, my knees almost giving way. Once she was convinced that she had gotten every ounce that I could produce and my cock started deflating. She carefully returned my dick into my shorts, placed a soft kiss on my lips and whispered a thank you before she left me standing there, still trapped in bliss.
I waited for a few minutes to give Harper plenty of time to make it to her barracks before I left the laundry room myself, however an icy voice stopped me in my tracks. "Looks like you're doing much better, Soldier Medic."
"Roger, Drill Sergeant," I immediately replied, snapping into parade rest, DS Harris stepped out of the shadows with a lit cigarette in his hands.
"I got duty, tonight," he told me once he recognized that I was looking right at his cigarette, "and it's going to be a long night if I keep finding you assholes sneaking into the laundry room." He drew his pack of cigarettes and offered me one, "I did owe you one." I took it and enjoyed the flavor of the menthol as the first drag of smoke filled my lungs.
"Thanks, Drill Sergeant," I said, "and yes things are looking up."
"Is she still calling you?" I knew he meant Ann, my cheating ex-girlfriend. He had helped me out of that tail spin of depression, and along with DS Anderson they kept a constant eye on me. I knew that all three of us shared a deeper bond than just our military background; we all had been jilted by people that claimed to have loved us deeply. As I spent more time with them, I noticed how they each handled their histories very differently. While DS Harris remained distrusting of anyone's intentions behind their actions, the same way as I have reacted, DS Anderson simply became jaded.
"Haven't heard from her in a while," I replied, "there's even days when I can go through the hours without even thinking about her."
"Well I think Harper and Leyva have some part in that" he said with a smile, "it helps to get into uncomplicated relationships, 'best way to get over one woman is to get on top of another,' that's what my father told me." His smile turned into a slight chuckle.
"I don't know about uncomplicated," I started, "it's actually kind of weird. It's almost like they just pass me back and forth between each other, use me to try to outdo each other with me. Don't get me wrong I really don't mind being used like a toy, but their dynamic is odd."
"Man," he said as he put his cigarette out, "you're the first man I've ever heard bitch about having two women crazy over him. So crazy that they willingly share him..." he shook his head as he said this, laughing as he did. "Get your moronic ass back to your bunk, I'm going to do head count in 15 minutes."
The rest of the exams made the week extremely stressful. My time with Leyva and Harper was filled with sideways glances and bickering; sometimes the stress of the preparation got the best of us. But we all made it a habit to immediately make up with a sly kiss or a tender hand hold immediately after, it was almost as if we were growing our own unique relationship. In the back of my mind was the lingering feeling that we would soon head our separate ways after graduation, though that was still weeks away. I had guaranteed Airborne in my contract, this meant that unless I failed or injured myself during training, then my next stop after training would be Fort Benning, Georgia's paratrooper training. This, of course, led to its own "complications."
Turns out there were about 20 of us with stipulation in our contracts, and DS Anderson was the self-appointed "Airborne PT Instructor," which meant he ran us nearly to the ground every morning. Once that was done then an ungodly amount of push-ups and sit-ups and finished with a session of pull-ups before we headed out for breakfast chow. I was looking forward to the weekend when DS Harris walked into our bay.
"Drill Sergeant on the floor!" Someone screamed, both as a show of respect to our instructor and as a warning in case you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.
"You," he said as he pointed at me, "and you" when he pointed at Elvis, "you fuckheads come with me."
"What the fuck did you do this time?" Elvis asked, slight annoyance in his voice. His suspicions were justified, contrary to what you may believe about me based on what you've read so far, I was kind of a trouble maker. Well more of a sarcastic and cynical asshole that often said the wrong thing to the wrong person. Often with vast physical results that Elvis, as my assigned battle buddy, had to partake in. My latest stunt got us into a little heat with the Commander, even the Military Police was involved but after seeing the multiple smiles in every face after they respectively took a bite out of my ass, I knew we were alright.
That stunt was partially revenge against the other companies. There is a long standing tradition between companies: steal someone else's guidon. It happened to be our turn to lose our guidon, and of course it was somehow our fault that it was stolen. So we did what every normal offended group of people did: we planned to steal someone's guidon back. But being a firm believer of justice and not fully knowing who the guilty party that took ours was, I figured that it would only fair to steal everyone's guidon. The following day's formation saw each of our platoons with two separate guidons, except our own platoon; ours was still missing after all. I swear I saw the Senior Drill Sergeant almost had an aneurism when he came out of his office, his left eye twitched ever so slightly before he tore into one of the best tirades that I had ever heard. Until the one the following evening.
What caused that second tirade? Once you steal every company's guidon and display them as we did, there really isn't much more you could do to top that. But somehow, I figured out a way to: kidnapping. I know, it sounds terrible, but it is part of another long standing tradition. So eventually we found out who had taken our guidon, and that particular company got a little smarter and kept theirs locked after the first incident. So we brought back that ancient tradition that spanned since the Roman days: catch a sleeping guard. Their 2 o'clock fire guard was dead asleep when we snuck in, and it took us little less than a minute to spread the duct tape and cover one of the guard's mouths and tied him to a chair. By the time that we were wheeling the guy out less than five minutes had passed, it took us longer to take him from the second floor to our company than it did to tie him up. Again, next morning's formation saw the same Senior DS go on to an even bigger tirade, a long session of corporal punishment, and a long string of military police vehicles in the company area.
It could've been far more serious, looking back on it now that I am older I realize just how lucky I had been. Obviously, my recklessness scored me brownie points with the girls, and my academic standing showed that I was not a criminal, at least not anymore. So they gave me a break: administrative punishment, extra duty, and a status as a legend in training. DS Harris probably had the biggest laugh when he was supervising me during my extra duty, but eventually that ended. Now, for some reason I was called out by DS Harris and Elvis was obviously not happy with what might be headed out way.
"Dude," I began as we headed towards the company area, "I've been staying out of major trouble lately. I honestly don't know what this is all about."
"Relax, dumbasses," DS Harris said, "for the first time you're not in trouble. The Senior Drill wants to talk to you about something else."
"Yeah," I replied, "that doesn't make this feel any less than lambs walking into the slaughter."
"Look," DS Harris said, "Elvis, what is going to be said in that office is really personal, so keep your mouth shut. You've never given anyone reason to believe you would do otherwise that's why I picked you." He looked at me before continuing, "you just keep your cool about it. I don't think I've ever seen the Senior Drill take this shit so serious before."
