Brent Everhard Enlists
by: justjames17

(© 2009 by the author)

 

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Chapter 4

 

Brent arrived in Cairns and disembarked hefting his kit bag over his shoulder and grabbing his suitcase in his hand as he stepped onto the sun baked platform, his face instantly sheened with perspiration from the heat and humidity. He looked around for his contact but saw no military uniform waiting on the platform, he cursed under his breath and walked to a seat dumping his gear on the ground before sitting down wiping his brow. Where the devil was his transport? He hoped it wasn't a stuff up surely they knew he was coming. He sat down and leant back against a seat and reached down to adjust his family jewels into a more comfortable position in his sweaty under pants not realising he was being watched from the shaded waiting room nearby.

The eyes were locked on Brent's bulge as the watcher licked his lips thinking, "That is one big bulge I'd love to play with that, I wonder if he's up for some sexy fun?"

The watcher was a local lad, he was a crewmember on a large prawn trawler that operated out of Cairns, Mike Cockridge was his name and cock's were his game, Mike loved penis in all ways. He sat there fantasising about Brent's bulge, swollen by the heat, he almost drooled as he watched Brent. Brent meanwhile was getting hotter by the minute and he decided to move out of the sun into the shade of the waiting room, grabbing his gear he moved into the cool and sat himself down. He noticed the blond lad sitting there and nodded to him, "Bloody hot ain't it mate?"

Mike nodded back smiling at the studly soldier, "You going up to Conundra mate?"

Brent nodded, "Yeah if the transport arrives I will be, bastards are late picking me up."

Mike giggled, "HEHEHE that is par for the course cobber eh?"

Brent chuckled and replied, "Typical army it's always hurry up and wait, enough to drive a bloke to drink."

Mike laughed then replied, "You could come across the road to the pub and join me in a few if you'd like; you can still keep an eye open for the transport from the pub mate."

Brent thought for a minute then he grinned, "Stuff the army, let's go and down a few coldies."

Mike helped Brent with his gear and the walked out and across to the pub, Mike told Brent he had a room on the top floor with a door onto the veranda and they could relax up there and enjoy a few ales together."

Brent liked the sound of that as the breeze would be cooler up there away from the sum scorched ground so he followed Mike up the stairs to his room and dumped his gear inside the bedroom before they walked onto the shady veranda looking down at the street below. Mike watched Brent's awesome bubble bum as he walked and his mouth filled with saliva at the thought of baring that delicious derriere. Mike said in a husky voice, "Make yourself comfortable mate I'll get a few beers be right back."

Brent undid the buttons on his blouse and his belt then sat on the wicker lounge watching the passing parade below, Mike returned with a few stubbies of XXXX Mike looked at the yellow labels and raised an eyebrow. Mike grinned, "You better get used to our brew mate, where are you from?"

Brent grinned, "I'm from Melbourne where we drink proper beer."

Mike laughed, "Proper beer is only found up here mate 4X is proper beer."

They took a bottle each twisting off the caps and clinking them together in a salute before taking a deep swig, Mike licked his full lips and said, "Not too bad Mike but not as good as Carlton United brew down South mate."

Mike guffawed and shook his head as he sprawled back on the lounge beside Brent, he spread his long lanky legs out and adjusted himself through his colourful board shorts, Brent noticed the action and saw the size of the lad's limp log in his hand. Brent's knee touched Mike's briefly then he moved it away but Mike's leg followed maintaining contact. Then he stopped and left their knees in contact, Brent felt the thrill of their closeness, the sexy lanky youth was hot and seemed up to the game. Brent put his hand on his knee the tips of his fingers barely touching Mike's warm knee, Mike watched the tentative approach and raised his knee pushing against the fingers.

Mike emboldened moved his hand onto the bony knee and gave it a squeeze; Mike sighed and rubbed himself as his penis began to grow excitedly, Brent too was becoming aroused as his heart began pounding in his chest pumping blood to that awesome boner expanding rapidly in his pants. Mike hoarse with emotions croaked, "Fuck I can't wait."

With this he slipped from the lounge moved between Brent's splayed legs and began undoing the uniform trousers his excited fingers fumbling as he sought the zipper while Brent's dick grew hot and hard under his hands. Brent moaned licking his full lips as he watched the hunky young blond undoing his pants, he lifted his arse up off the seat as Mike pulled down his trousers and briefs in one go. Brent's 8incher slammed forcefully against his tensed ridged abs, Mike's eyes bugged in his head as he saw the size of his quarry, it was massive. Much bigger than his 7inch slender wand, the size of it made his head spin as he wondered if he could take it, he was quite experienced in taking cock but nothing like this had he encountered before. His eyes drank in the thick shiny salami like tool, its outer skin gleaming as if it was fit to burst, the crimson pre cum coated cock head almost glowed as the foreskin slid back. Mike bent down and inhaled deeply relishing the muskiness of Brent's sweaty hot crotch, the scent of hot aroused male filled his nose causing him to drool as he kissed that soft spongy silky cherry red knob.

Brent closed his eyes humping up into Mike's sweet lips; he moaned his pleasure and Mike slid his incredible lips down the straining shaft burying it in his satiny soft moist throat and working it with his throat muscles. Brent was in rutting stage after the boring 2000 kilometre trip from Brisbane to Cairns he was horny as hell and Mike's eagerness was right up his alley as he humped in and out of the awesome seemingly experienced mouth of the young trawler man. Brent's moans reverberated about the veranda, his palsied trembling hands clutched Mike's head fingers pressing to his skull painfully as Brent's hips humped flogging his big fat pole in and out of the awesome clinging flesh of Mike's gulping gullet.

Brent felt his toes curling in his boots as his balls surged up tight, his cock swelled in Mike's accommodating throat and the lad was soon gulping and gurgling down the spurting seed hot from the throbbing cock. Brent was arched up on heels and shoulders as he thrust hard against Mike's bruised puffy pink lips. Mike swallowed hard taking each gushing gout of cum into his belly, his own erection painfully stretching his boardies it throbbed excitedly and needed some relief before it exploded in his pants. Brent slumped back on the lounge causing the wicker to strain under the sudden weight, his flushed visage wet with sweat as he gasped for oxygen in the hot humidity.

Mike heard a truck below and glanced over his shoulder to see a camouflage painted 4wheel drive pull up outside the station, "Damn," he muttered looking at the still panting soldier, "Looks like your ride's arrived mate."

Brent opened his eyes and looking a little dazed still he sat up straight and looked down to see a uniform disappear into the station entrance, "Bugger Mike, sorry I can't reciprocate mate but duty calls."

Brent hastily did up his fly and got to his feet and the two lads moved inside to collect Brent's gear and carry it downstairs and across to the truck, they dumped it in the back and Mike said goodbye and that he hoped Brent could come into town on leave so they could finish what they'd started, Brent promised to if he could and Mike headed back to the pub while Brent walked inside the station to find the driver. He found the driver, a female corporal, he let her know who he was and they left the station climbed into the truck and did a u turn then headed North out of town.

She drove in silence for a while but was sneaking brief glances at her hunky passenger; she liked the look of Brent and was getting damp in her knickers at the thought of him naked in her bunk, "I'm Corporal Cockhound, we will be together for some of your training and I'm really looking forward to teaching you some manoeuvres." Brent had checked her out and thought she wasn't too bad even in her baggy work uniform but she was a bit too butch looking to interest him so he nodded and continued watching the passing scenery. The thick rain forest bordered the road and after some time they left the smooth road turning onto a dirt track that caused the land rover to buck and sway like a ship on a rough sea.

Their safety belts held them in their seats as the truck weaved up the steep hill through the heavy timber, the track was gouged and rough from the movement of heavy vehicles struggling up the track when it was wet and muddy, the smaller 4-wheel drive bounced through the ruts creaking and shuddering on its suspension. Finally they reached the top of the hill and the track levelled out and there in front of them was a high razor wire fence with a boom gate and guardhouse manned by smartly uniformed MPs. They opened the gate and the vehicle drove into the encampment.

Brent climbed out and grabbed his gear then followed the Corporal to the Admin building where his papers were taken and a billet was issued, the sergeant behind the desk then gave Brent a pep talk about putting every effort into the course as it would be vital in his future survival when he was posted overseas. He then dismissed Brent who followed the Corporal out and along the lines of huts to the last one where she led him inside. The long corrugated iron structure was filled with bunks and she told him to find an unused bunk and store his gear in the places provided. She stood arms crossed watching Brent as he walked down the aisle between the bunks searching for an empty one her gimlet eyes studying his strong supple arse; he found a bare iron bunk and dumped his gear on the wire mattress base.

Corporal Cockhound then told him to follow her to the stores area where he would be issued his bedding, they marched across the parade ground to another huge hut and there Brent received a rolled up palliasse and blankets along with a pillow. He carried the bedding back to the accommodation hut the Corporal following him again watching his tight buns as he carried the weight, she longed to feel them and moved closer finally reaching out and feeling the firm flesh rippling under Brent's pants. Brent jerked and nearly dropped the bedding; he was shocked at her actions out in full view of anyone who happened to be looking. She smirked at his reaction muttering, "Nice yeah very nice arse private, is your cock a match I wonder."

Brent ignored her comments and once back inside he went straight to his bunk and began arranging and making his bed, she reminded him to ensure it was done in true military fashion. Before she could make any further moves on Brent the noise of people approaching disturbed the quiet, then the door opened and in trooped the other men who slept in the hut. They had been out training and now it was time for the midday mess, they dumped their gear noisily chaiaking and laughing, the Corporal turned and left Brent to his unpacking.

The lads in the hut welcomed Brent to their midst and invited him to join them in the mess hut, Brent was relieved they had arrived and saved him from any further problems with the Corporal. They all headed out to the mess hut and were served their meals then made their way to the tables to eat, Brent joined 3 others at a table and they fell to ravenously eating after their hard morning training schedule. One of the three was a tall slim fair-headed youthful looking private who introduced himself, "G'day I'm Philip Hasty, what's your moniker?"

Brent smiled at him and said, "Brent, Brent Everhard, pleased to meet you Philip."

Brent was introduced to the other two blokes, Joe Wanker and Ian Sucker, he had suspicions about the three blokes they were very friendly and had hot hungry eyes that seemed to undress him as they looked at him. They all chatted about the training and warned the newcomer about the predatory Corporal Cockhound, Brent nodded and said, "Yeah I got the impression she is a man eater, she felt up my bum walking across the parade ground coming back from the Quartermaster's store."

Philip giggled and said, "Your lucky that's all she got to feel mate."

 

To be continued...

 

Posted: 07/03/09