[The sequel to military anecdotes: "Senior A-Guo"]

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Military Anecdotes Sequel: "Senior A-Guo"
Author: wanwanwan (Woof Woof Woof)
"Don't think you know everything just because you're college graduates."
"I hate college graduates the most. They clearly don't know anything, but they love to pretend to know."
"In my eyes, self-righteous college graduates are nothing but college pigs, college pigs! Understand?" "If you make a mistake, I will 　　punish
you with even stricter standards than regular soldiers." " 　　At 　　ease! 　　No salute after standing at ease! Dismissed ! 　　At ease!
"
**************** ... (Strange? The soldiers from the outer islands were taken away particularly quickly?) 　　Early in the morning, most of the soldiers, including Blake, were taken away by their respective units one after another, 　　leaving only Jiba Mao, Hou Biao, myself, and one or two soldiers from other platoons. It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that the commander of the armored infantry brigade 　　finally arrived. The commander drove his car directly to the company assembly area, greeted the company commander, and then the artillery 　　platoon leader brought Hou Biao over. 　　Hou Biao was the first soldier in the company to be taken directly by car without having to walk to the gate. 　　Handsome guy, lucky dog! I thought the process of being taken away would be a bit sad, but Hou Biao left the company as if he were being waited on hand 　　and foot. I caught a glimpse of Hou Biao's half-smiling face before he left, waving to the squinty-eyed platoon leader in the distance and shouting: 　　"Farewell—platoon leader!" 　　"What's going on!" The artillery platoon leader lightly poked the back of Hou Biao's head. 　　Goodbye Monkey Mark, goodbye Blake, goodbye Artillery Squad Leader… 　　it's all become a memory. 　　Chicken Hair and I were the last two to be taken away, not until the afternoon of the third day. At that time, I almost 　　wondered if the army had forgotten about us. 　　The officer who came to lead us was called Agan, a corporal squad leader, whose appearance and build were as 　　honest and unassuming as baseball pitcher Tsai Chung-nan. It's a long story. Normally, leading soldiers shouldn't be done by a non-commissioned officer, but we heard that our camp's second 　　lieutenant personnel officer didn't want to lead enough men, so they reluctantly sent a sergeant major named Guo Dali to lead the troops. 　　But Guo Dali was even more ruthless, actually forcing Corporal Agan to do this job. 　　You can imagine how grumpy Agan's face was. 　　Chicken Hair and I were also quite depressed, as if we were the two people who weren't expected to be there. 　　"Don't think that just because you're college graduates, you know everything." 　　"College graduate soldiers are all self-righteous. In my eyes, they're nothing but college graduate pigs." 　　This was what Guo Dali said to Jiba Mao and me last weekend, on my first leave after joining the unit. Later, 　　I learned that every college graduate in the company had heard his "admonition." 　　Guo Dali, a sergeant major, had long arms and legs, a lean build, and a square face. His 　　features were regular, but he was slightly arrogant. He had a dark black round mole on his chin, and what was worse, there was a thick black 　　hair on it. Legend has it that people with hair growing on their moles are very difficult. In short, he was the kind of 　　person you would think was difficult the first time you saw him. "What! What does he know? I think he's the pig." Jiba 　　Mao said indignantly 　　as soon as we left the camp gate . I strongly suspected that Guo Dali was mentally unstable. " 　　... 　　What are you thinking about?" Senior Brother A-Guo pulled me back to reality from my distant dream: "Time to get your food!" 　　A-Guo quickly led Ji-Ba-Mao and me to 　　get the food for the company commander, political instructor, deputy company commander, and some other officers. Just as I was about to say we could rest for a while, Duty Officer Guo Da-Li and Duty Squad Leader A-Gan had already 　　brought the troops to the mess hall. 　　It was another busy day. 　　Because the weather forecast said that a typhoon might hit Taiwan this weekend, the company commander instructed everyone to prepare for 　　the typhoon in advance. As soon as the order was given, Guo Da-Li instructed Duty Squad Leader A-Gan to assign tasks. 　　In the morning, A-Guo took me to remove weeds. He demonstrated how to fix the circular saw blade of the handheld lawnmower, 　　but my eyes kept drifting to his muscular arms, which were tanned dark and glistening with sweat, and his short, 　　spiky head. 　　"Alright, give it a try." I don't know when A-Guo had removed the saw blade and handed it to me, asking me 　　to reassemble it like before. 　　"What?" I was taken aback. 　　"What else?" A-Guo raised his voice, displeased. "Weren't you listening?" 　　"Uh..." I replied, "I was listening, but you were speaking so fluently, I was 　　focused on what you were saying, so I didn't notice the details." 　　"Is that so?" A-Guo said with disbelief, "You missed the details when you were focused?" 　　"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly came from behind me. It was Guo Dali. 　　"Hello, senior." A-Guo immediately stood up and saluted Guo Dali. I quickly stood up and echoed him. 　　"Don't call me senior, just call me Duty Officer, understand?" Guo Dali said calmly. "I noticed I 　　hadn't heard the lawnmower, so I came to check... What were you guys doing sitting here just now?" 　　"I was teaching my junior how to use the lawnmower," A-Guo said. "Oh?" Guo Dali raised his eyebrows slightly and turned 　　to ask me, "Have you learned it yet?" 　　"Reporting to Duty Officer, I've learned about 80%," I said. "What do you mean by 80%?" Guo Dali 　　asked suspiciously. 　　"I'm not entirely clear on the details yet, but I know how to start it, how to move it, and how to shut it down 　　..." 　　"Bullshit! Soldiers only have 'know' or 'don't know.' If you know, you say 'know, 　　' if you don't, you say 'don't.' There's no such thing as knowing 80% and not knowing 20%. You self-righteous 　　college student, you clearly don't know anything, but you love to talk big and pretend you do." Guo Dali suddenly lost his temper, then turned 　　to A-Guo and yelled, "How do you teach your junior? Do you only teach 80%? Holding back the 20%?"

Guo Dali made A-Guo demonstrate the operation of the handheld lawnmower again, and he had to
practice according to the standard operating procedure (SOP). A-Guo missed several steps and was immediately berated by Guo Dali.
I didn't dare to say a word. I knew I was done for. I
was done for. Guo Dali's move was really ruthless; A-Guo must hate me to death.
Later, I found out that Jiba Mao had the exact same experience as me. After scolding me, Guo Dali went around to Jiba
Mao's side. Another senior student, A-Yao, who was cleaning and securing the antenna on the roof of the camp building with Jiba Mao, was also
scolded by Guo Dali under the same pretext. Of course, A-Yao will probably settle the score with Jiba Mao.
The sky over the camp was dyed into long strips of orange-red by the setting sun. It was supposed to be a beautiful twilight moment,
but my mood was very heavy. After dinner, Jiba Mao and I were called to the company office. We
knocked on the door nervously. "Come in." Only three people were in the office: the duty squad leader, A-Gan, A-Yao, and A-Guo.
A-Gan, who had been talking, immediately stopped speaking and turned away when he saw us enter.
A-Yao sat astride a chair, while A-Guo sat sideways on the table. They were both college graduates from the same cohort, but their personalities were completely different .
A-Yao was a delicate, scholarly-looking young man with thin eyebrows and small eyes, while A-Guo was a burly, dark-skinned man with thick eyebrows and large eyes.
"I called you in not to do anything to you, don't worry," A-Yao reassured us first, then
changed the subject: "However, you two have only just arrived at the company and don't yet understand the situation. You'd better keep your eyes wide open
and your skin tight, or you'll get nailed."
"'Da Li' is a real pain, you guys be careful in the future," A-Guo said in a Taiwanese accent, calling Guo Da
Li "Da Li."
I suddenly felt a surge of emotion. A-Guo didn't hate me? He even reminded me to be careful of Dali?
The closer it got to the weekend, the more tense the atmosphere of typhoon preparedness became. On Wednesday, almost all the soldiers in the camp were preparing
for typhoon defense, because the weather forecast said the typhoon had intensified from moderate to severe and was heading straight for eastern Taiwan, meaning our
camp would be the first to be hit. As usual, I followed Ah-Guo around, but this time Ah-Guo was more alert.
I saw him constantly peeking out to observe Guo Dali's movements, disappearing as far away as possible to avoid being spotted.
Ah-Guo was looking around for Dali, while I observed Ah-Guo from behind.
Ah-Guo's hair was shaved very neatly at the back of his head, a rugged look only found on soldiers
. He had broad, thick shoulders, and a small, slightly protruding
lump of flesh on the back of his neck, tanned dark by the sun. I once heard a bear sister say that it was commonly known as "bear meat." Even though Ah-Guo wasn't considered a standard "bear" in the bear world
because his waist wasn't muscular enough, he was definitely qualified to be a reserve cub
, as long as he gained more weight and became bigger. "Senior," I asked innocently, "Why does the duty officer always
call us college students 'college pigs'?"
"He's a pervert," Ah-Guo replied crudely and bluntly. "When I first joined the army, my master said that
Da-Li was 'slept with' by an older college student when he was a freshman, so he hates college students."
'Slept with?' I wondered to myself. The word "slept" in Taiwanese is truly profound. Of course, I knew
what Ah-Guo meant by "slept with," but hearing it still felt exciting.
"Da-Li was 'slept with' by his senior?" I feigned ignorance.
"Who knows?" A-Guo scoffed dismissively. "It would be better if he really had been slept with! That way, it would
be more normal for him to hate us."
"Does our company have this kind of tradition?" I asked again.
"Who knows?" A-Guo continued without any guard up. "Da-Li has his own room, and nobody
knows what he does."
"Have you ever been to Da-Li's room, senior?"
"I've been before. He loves to find people to hide in his room for late-night snacks..." A-Guo stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence,
then turned and glared at me. "Why are you asking so many questions?"
"No! I didn't mean anything by it!" I quickly explained with a smile.
He pretended to punch me. "Get to work!"
A strong typhoon arrived late Friday night. Although it hadn't made landfall yet, the storm's power had already reached Taiwan
. The company commander and most of the officers and soldiers had already taken leave and left before the typhoon hit. Only the political instructor,
duty officer Da-Li, duty squad leader A-Gan, and some junior and rookie soldiers who had to stand guard were left in the company.
Even with all the doors and windows taped shut and the switches tightened, the howling wind still relentlessly
poured in through the gaps. Rain lashed down in bursts, the open-air corridors and stairwells whistling in the strong wind,
drenched by the slanting rain like a madwoman splashing water in the street.
I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. I had intended to hold my urination until morning, but
the urge grew stronger with sleeplessness. I pressed the backlight button on my watch; at 1:30, I finally got out of
bed, my feet automatically slipping on slippers. Reluctantly, I opened the door, which was being battered by the wind and rain, and braved the cold, dampness
to head to the toilet.
The senior student on duty, Ah Yao, saw me, nodded in greeting, and then turned back to read his newspaper.
I crossed my arms, hurried to the toilet, pulled out my penis from the urinal, and prepared to relieve myself.
"Hoo..." As I enjoyed the pleasure of releasing the flood, I suddenly felt someone approaching from behind. Just as I was about to turn around
and make a sound, the person covered my open mouth with one hand and grabbed my wrist, which was holding my penis, with the other.
I was firmly held by his strong but gentle arms, and I stared at him, unable to believe my eyes
.
It was Senior A-Guo. "Shh—don't talk." A-Guo's chest pressed tightly against my back, not giving me
a chance to break free. He released his hand from my mouth, signaling me to turn back, and commanded me in a breathy voice in my ear.
I suddenly smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and then he moved his hand down, touching my penis that I hadn't had time to pull back.
"Here, keep peeing." A-Guo gently pushed my hand away from my penis, then took my penis and
stroked it with his rough but warm fingers, saying, "Finish the rest of the pee."
"I..." At this moment, I suddenly became stupid. I often fantasize about having sex with handsome men,
but in most of those scenarios I'm the one initiating the encounter, teasing and violating them. I rarely think about the scenario where I'm the one being violated.
I was being teased by a senior who seemed to have the upper hand in every way.
Under A-Guo's almost hypnotic commands, I obediently finished urinating as if possessed, even
forcefully contracting my anus to expel the remaining drops. A cold wind swept over me, and a subtle pleasure of being violated quietly spread through my body.
"Senior, what are you doing?" Outside in the corridor, the wind and rain howled, and I couldn't see A-Guo's expression behind me,
and my weak voice was completely ineffective.
"What do you think I'm doing?" A-Guo was clearly drunk, but he still skillfully lowered his voice and
breathed into my ear: "You know what? I noticed you'd been spying on me for a while, but I wasn't
sure until you asked me those strange questions that day, and then I was sure you had something going on."
"Senior, I... I'm fine." I said guiltily. I didn't know if this was a dream or
reality, but the fact that my cold penis was gradually melting under A-Guo's warm fingers was undeniable.
"You said it was fine! Look, it's starting to get hard." Ah-Guo said, while stroking
my penis, which was gradually becoming erect like a lying puppet's nose. "Junior, peeking at your senior like this and asking
him weird questions, you're going to get caught."
After Ah-Guo finished speaking, he began to stroke my scrotum. Because of the cold weather, my scrotum was contracted, and a contracted scrotum
is very sensitive. It immediately became sensitive when stimulated. "Ah..." I wanted to say that I should be more reserved
and not let him succeed so quickly, but when he touched me like that, my legs involuntarily went
weak.
"Oh, it's itchy?" Ah-Guo seemed surprised by my reaction. Like an encouraged big
boy, he wrapped his whole arm around me and increased the intensity of his assault. He continued to stroke my testicles, while his other
hand slipped under my bra and searched for my nipples. He found them. "Hmph, so hard, so perky." Ah-Guo 　　said
shamelessly, kneading my swollen raisins. "I knew you were just teasing me." His strong smell of alcohol filled the air as soon as he spoke, making me 　　dizzy. 　　My scrotum gradually softened under his vigorous caresses, and he then turned his attention to my penis 　　. Since I had a bit of foreskin, he pulled it back, his fingers touching the glans. "So slippery." 　　Unexpectedly, he suddenly stuck out his wet tongue and licked my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Junior's prostate 　　fluid—oh no, it should be called vaginal fluid—Junior's vaginal fluid is so much." He then 　　drew circles on my glans with his finger. Oh no, this is my most sensitive spot. His touch made me instantly weak, collapsing 　　into his arms. "Oh, I see." Ah-Guo, as if he'd discovered a great secret, continued to stimulate my pink 　　glans, giving me so much pleasure that I had no chance to struggle. "Right here?" he said, since I 　　was completely limp in his arms, he could easily lower his head and lick my lips. 　　"This is your most erogenous zone, right?" I was surprised that Ah Guo, who usually seemed like a rough guy, 　　could say such sensual things, and from the beginning, he was like an experienced guide, leading me towards the climax 　　. "Senior..." Waves of pleasure kept building up in my lower body, I knew, I 　　knew, my body was about to betray me, but my consciousness was still making a last-ditch effort, I didn't want to be 　　kissed by his alcohol-smelling lips. 　　Ah Guo supported my lower back with one hand, making me lie slightly back, while his other hand continued to caress my glans without stopping 　　, sometimes switching to masturbation. "Senior just drank half a bottle of sorghum liquor, let me share some with you." He immediately 　　brought his lips to mine and sealed them. 　　"Ugh..." The smell of alcohol was awful. I shook my head, trying to resist, but he roughly pried open my teeth with his tongue and 　　shoved it into my mouth. A wave of nausea washed over me. 　　Ah-Guo suddenly sped up his stroking of my penis. He knew I was coming, as if everything was under his control. 　　A surge of pleasure welled up at the base of my penis. I couldn't hold back anymore! I couldn't hold back! 　　"Kiss me!" I pleaded desperately with Ah-Guo, "Kiss me, senior!" Ah-Guo immediately sucked on my lips 　　, and our tongues intertwined tightly. I couldn't breathe. 　　"Ugh..." Hot semen broke through my limit, and I ejaculated. To be precise, I had a wet dream. 　　Actually, at the moment of ejaculation, I struggled to wake up from this beautiful dream. I knew I was awake, 　　but I didn't want to open my eyes because Ah-Guo's lingering image was still swirling in my mind. Only after ejaculation, and 　　the warm, milky semen had cooled in my underwear, did I reluctantly squint at the dark 　　mosquito net, the sound of my husband snoring in my ears. 　　[The End]

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