Story #2241

SDS G was a built mother fucker. Multiple combat deployments, quiet dude, and shammed more than a specialist in the motorpool. Not quite WO level of shamming, but he was close.

He would disappear so much that all the other DS’s never knew when he was showing up or leaving. Well, TRADOC really cared about our feelings and our mental health. So they sent 3 extremely attractive (Benning attractive) civilian females who had degrees in psychology to watch how we responded to getting smoked and yelled at. Make sure we don’t kill ourselves and ask how we feel. SDS G was a huge supporter of these females. But not for why they were here.

Well, we are at a BRM range and I’m with my battle buddy waiting to shoot again down our lane. “Hey private.”

I turn around, assume the proper position of parade rest with my M4. “Yes Senior Drill Sergeant.”

SDS G grabs my M4 from me. He steps aside and this tiny female of a creature is behind him. He turns to her and starts to go over SPORTS. Yes, our SDS explained SPORTS to a civilian female in the most sexual way possible.

“You see, when a round gets jammed in the chamber and you’re in a heated…. Situation… You do SPORTS.”

“What’s SPORTS?” She asks.

“First, you want to slap that magazine as hard as you can. A firm Open palmed slap. Then you want to pull the bolt to the rear. Really grab it firm and pull it in a controlled manner. Then you want to observe the chamber. Make sure everything is all clear….. Nothing jammed in there, like two bullets. Then release it nice and quick. Don’t be gentle. Then you tap the forward assist. Yeah, that little button. You tap it. There you go! Yeah nice job. Now, finally you squeeze the trigger real slow and soft like. Make it surprise you when the round goes off.” She smiled and then got a phone call and walked where it was quieter.

He hands me back my M4. “You learn anything, Private?”

I wasn’t sure whether he was talking about how he wanted her to handle his dick or if I actually learned about SPORTS. “It was a good review, Senior Drill Sergeant.” I chose the middle ground.

“The fuck it was. I’m about to slap her ass, pull out, observe her face for landing, release my children on her, tap the back of her head and let her squeeze out the rest.”

“Yes, Senior Drill Sergeant!”

“Oh. And fuck you private. Do push ups.”