To say I was naive would be an understatement. I grew up in an all white rural community of about six hundred. I turned eighteen two days before high school graduation and was on a plane to San Antonio TX for Air Force basic training two days after that. I was still a virgin, technically I still am, I've never had sex with a woman and I'm not gay.
Like thousands of guys before me the military was a shock. People yelling at you all the time, shaved head, funny clothes etc. Another shock was my first exposure to people of other regional and ethnic backgrounds. Most of my group were from the south, usually rural like me. One small group stood out though. They were from Philadelphia and all were black. Even though they were approximately the same age as the rest of us, they seemed older and were without doubt more "street smart". Most of the leadership roles naturally fell to them. I think our drill instructor being black might have accounted for that also.
My story really begins the first night I stood dorm guard duty. It lasted for two hour shifts throughout the night or anytime we were all in the dorm. Everybody took turns. My first time was about two am on the third night there. Usually you stood by the door but you were also required to make regular rounds through the bunk area. I noticed a couple empty bunks and assumed they were in the latrine. As I was returning to my post I heard a soft groan coming from that direction. I went to investigate.
I saw some shadowy figures in the shower area and for some reason didn't turn on my flashlight. I crept closer and could just barely make out what was going on. It sent a chill down my spine.
On his knees before one of the Philly guys was Decker, the smallest guy in our flight (I'm the second smallest, they're always lining you up by height). At only about five-one, the six foot plus black guy towered over him. Decker had about six inches of black cock stuffed in his mouth and his hands wrapped around about four inches more. The black guy, Washington, was moaning and rather forcefully fucking Decker's mouth.
I stood rooted to the spot trying to figure out what to do. I knew I should report this but I had never seen anything like it. Suddenly Washington groaned and shoved as much of his cock in Decker's mouth as he could. I heard Decker start to gag and Washington say "Swallow it you little fag and you better not get any on my pants!"
I realized he had just cum in his mouth!
Suddenly scared I turned to leave only to find my way blocked by another of the Philly guys.
"Whats your hurry white boy?"
"Um...I have to get back to my post, I have guard duty".
"You wouldn't be thinking about reporting this, would you?" he said, grabbing me by the front of my shirt. "I would hate to have to fuck you up!" "Besides you can have some too" he said. "Wash, bring the little fag over here!"
Washington zipped up and grabbing Decker by the back of the collar dragged him in front of me. Jackson, the guy holding me spun me around and wrenched me arm up behind my back. He applied just enough pressure to let me know he was in control.
"OK, Decker!" "Give him a blow job!" Jackson commanded.
To my surprise and embarrassment Decker opened my fatigue pants and pulled out my cock. Both Washington and I were male but we bore no resemblance in the cock department. Mine was barely two inches in length and soft. I heard the Philly guys smirk. I wanted to die.
"This should be easy for you Decker" Jackson laughed and with a wrench of my arm said "If you don't make him cum within two minutes I'm going to beat you like last night!"
In spite of the circumstances, Decker's warm sucking mouth soon had me hard. Displaying talent that made me wonder if he had done a lot of this he was soon deep? throating my rock hard five inch cock. Well within the time limit I started to cum in his warm vacuum of a mouth. He never even flinched as he swallowed it all down.
"See, he likes it" Jackson said indicating Decker. I looked down to see Decker had his pants open and was jerking off.
With a groan Decker came. I was surprised at the amount, some of it splashing Jackson's combat boots as he stood behind me.
"You little fag mutha fucka!" Jackson hissed, pushing me away, "Lick it up or I'll cut you!" Suddenly there was a switchblade in his hand.
Decker, barely finished cumming, scurried over and started licking his boots.
"Don't forget the floor!" Washington laughed.
"Now," Jackson said brandishing his knife, "You report us, you got to turn yourself in too!" "You best not say anything, Now get back to your post!"
I left in a daze. I had never had a blow job before and as much as I worried that that made me gay in the back of my mind I had to admit it felt good.
After that I started noticing that whenever any of the six guys from Philly had guard duty a couple of the others were sure to take Decker into the latrine. I never spoke to him and he rarely spoke to anyone. Always shy and staying to himself. The blow job he gave me was never repeated.
One other time when I had guard duty I heard a noise in the latrine like a muffled scream. I went in and when I flipped on my flashlight I saw Decker sitting on a toilet with the door open. I suddenly realized there was a black hand over his mouth and that he was actually sitting on someones lap. He looked into my eyes in pain as he pushed up with his legs and I could see a huge black cock begin to emerge from his asshole. He stood up as far as he could then plunged back down impaling himself once more. Again a muffled scream and the Philly guy hissed at me to "Get the fuck out of here, or, You'll be next!"
About two thirds of the way through training they let everyone go into town. There were lots of restrictions, drinking alcohol being strictly prohibited and of course a curfew. I was not going to go but Jackson insisted that I go with him and his buddies.
"We are taking Decker to a party and we want you there too" he said "You'll have fun I promise".
I was too scared to say no.
The next morning we all dressed in our blues and boarded buses for downtown San Antonio. Most people headed for the river walk but Jackson led us the other way. Decker and I and six big black guys from Philly. Within a couple blocks Jackson waved to a guy in a car and went over to talk to him. Turns out there were two cars to pick us up and take us to the party.
I rode in the middle in the back of the rear sedan and Decker rode in the middle of the front one, that left one guy to ride up front with the driver of each car. We drove around a lot and I was completely lost within blocks. The driver and the Philly guys were talking back and forth in a language I could barely understand. I stayed quiet and wished I was somewhere else. I did notice that almost as soon as we pulled out Decker's head disappeared. It didn't take much imagination to know what he was doing.
Before long we were in a rundown neighborhood. Small beat-up houses and lots of trash and graffiti. We pulled up in front of a sad looking bungalow where an old black man sat on the porch. He kept his eyes on the street and didn't acknowledge we were there. You could hear music throbbing from inside. Decker looked kind of dazed as they walked us into the house.
There were about thirty people, all black, ranging from eighteen to fifty, seventy if you counted gramps out on the front porch. A woman about forty came and gave Jackson a big hug. She was about six feet tall and had the biggest titties I had ever seen. Jackson called her Auntie. She scared the hell out of me.
Someone pressed a drink in my hand, I tried to explain I couldn't drink but Jackson assured me it was just cool-aid. As I was sipping it I noticed Decker being led down a hall by three black women. Before long things began to take on a dreamy quality and I had trouble concentrating. My glass never seemed more than half empty but I didn't feel drunk.
One of the women told me to dance with her. I tried to decline and she said "What, you only dance with white girls?"
"No, that's not it" I was slurring my words.
"Well why don't you dance with that one then" and she pointed across the room.
There was a white girl with long blond hair on her knees giving some guy a blow job. The woman dragged me towards them. When I got close I saw that it was Decker! They had dressed him up like a hooker in a pink mini-skirt and tube top, black stockings and garter belt. He had on hot pink high heels. With his wig and hot pink fake nails I hardly recognized him.
The music and my head were throbbing and a crowd was gathered, watching Decker work. He seemed to be in a trance as he did his best to swallow what must have been at least eight inches of hard cock. The women in particular were very vocal, laughing at him, calling him names and giving him lewd tips on sucking cock. He didn't seem to need any because as we got there the guy grabbed his head and, forcing his cock as deep as he could, he started to cum. A roar went up from the crowd as he pulled out and finished emptying his nut-sack all over Decker's face. That was when I saw that Decker was heavily made-up as well. The guy stepped away and the woman that had steered me over pulled him to his feet.
"Maybe you want to dance with "her"?" she asked me.
I shook my head no.
"Maybe you just want to kiss her!" she cackled and the crowd roared with laughter.
I could feel my stomach turning as I emphatically shook my head no. Decker just looked dazed, maybe drugged.
The woman Jackson called Auntie came over and said "Kiss her mutha fucker or you'll never leave here alive!"
