I had successfully finished boot camp and AIT – the Army’s acronym for Advanced Individual Training which gave me an official profession in the Army. I had joined the Army to See The World and Get An Education. The Army recruiter was a suave guy, handsome and charming and he managed to convince me that the Army could give me a leg up in the work force, with much needed skills often looked for by employers.

As I sat in the woods, tired and sweaty, on guard duty, as two o’clock in the morning, having completed a grueling eighth hour road march up and down hills in stifling Texas heat, I wondered what type of job I’d get that would almost kill you for the type of pay and benefits I was getting.

My friends didn't understand my attraction to the Army. After all, I was a fairly attractive young lady, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I was a cheerleader in high school. Every guy I knew wanted in my pants, but I managed to fend them all off. Now, here I was in the Army, surrounded by testosterone at an unbelievably high level. It was a real test of my ability to control things and while I managed to fend off desperate attempts in basic training and AIT, the challenge of staying celebrate, could only last for so long.

I searched my ruck sack for a some “pogey-bait”, the Army slang for a candy bar or a snack soldiers are not supposed to have or keep with them during field training exercise or “FTX” as the Army called them. The Army has a short acronym for everything. My ruck sack was void of anything I might have been craving.

Another guard was stationed across the dark roadway from me. I had no idea who it was, but knew I was not out in the woods all by myself.

“Pssst,” I called out into the darkness.

“Pssst,” came the reply back.

“Who’s there?” I whispered.

“Vegas,” the voice in the bushes answered. I had no idea who “Vegas” was. I was new to the unit.

“Vegas,” I called out, “You got any pogey-bait?”

“Yeah,” he whispered back. “Whatcha got in exchange?”

What did I have in exchange? I’m freakin’ starving and the dude is wanting to barter. Whatever happened to team work?

Now there comes a time, when you’re so hungry and tired, that strange things cross your mind. My first thought was to cross the road and beat the living shit out of the dude for being a smart ass. My second thought, was less violent. I could woo him with my sex appeal.

“Hey Vegas, you’re not gay are ya?” I whispered.

“What?” He whispered back.

“You’re not gay are you?” I repeated.

“No,” Vegas whispered back.

“I’m fucking horny,” I whispered.

“Shut up!” Vegas replied.

“No,” I replied, “I’m serious.”

“Put a finger in it,” Vegas replied.

“A finger won’t do,” I whispered back.

I could see the bushes move in the moonlight. A young face painted in camouflage peered out and in my direction.

“Who da fuck is there?” Vegas whispered.

He was not more than a few meters across the rocky trail from me.

“Your dream girl,” I whispered.

“Fuck you dream girl,” Vegas replied. “I ain’t getting busted for no piece of ass.”

Piece of ass? I thought to myself. Is that what he thought I was, a piece of ass? I had worked hard to get myself in shape and I was proud of what I had accomplished and now this dude that didn’t even know me was referring to me as a piece of ass?

“Hey, dick wad,” I replied, “I’ve got your piece of ass and then some.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch, before you get us busted,” Vegas replied.

Did he really call me a bitch? OK, that did it.

I stammered out of my hiding place and across the rocky path to where Vegas was hiding. I parted the bushes and planted my size seven boot on his back. He turned and rolled on to his side, surprised that I had managed to catch him off guard.

“What the fuck?” Vegas exclaimed as I stared down at him, my hands on my hips.

“Did you just call me a bitch?” I asked as he looked up at me.

‘No, no, no, no!” Vegas replied, backpedaling. “I said 'which type of candy bar so you want'?”

“What do you have?” I asked.

Vegas scooted out from under my boot and sat up. He dug through his ruck sack and pulled out a Snickers bar. He started to hand it to me and then pulled his hand back.

“Uhmmm,” he started, “What do I get in return?”

“How about I promise to not kick your fucking ass?” I replied.

Vegas was undeterred. I don’t know if it was the want he saw in my eyes or what, but suddenly he was challenging me. I was not in a mood to be challenged. 

“You could suck my cock,” Vegas said.

“No fucking way,” I replied. “I am not sucking a cock for a candy bar.”

“Suit yourself,” Vegas replied, stuffing the candy bar back into his ruck sack.

Like I said, sometimes in desperation, a girl will do things she wouldn’t normally do.

“Okay, Okay,” I replied.

Vegas looked at me and smiled. He knew he had me. I knew it as well. Vegas stood up. Oh my goodness, I thought to myself. This guy was really tall. He unfastened is belt and unbuttoned his BDU trousers. He pulled out his massive manhood, which was huge. I had seen cocks before, but this one was like a huge tree. 

I knelt down in front of him and slipped my fingers around the thick shaft of his manhood. I slipped my lips on to the circumcised end of his tool and lightly kissed it. His tool jerked in response. I ran my tongue along around the tip end, lubricating it before I slipped it into my mouth.

“Ohhh yeah,” Vegas cooed as I worked his cock into my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up before we get busted,” I whispered.

I could feel the veins in his cock pulsating. I grabbed his balls and played with them.

“I’m going to cum,” Vegas whispered.

“Just let me know when,” I said.

I had no intention of letting this guy cum in my mouth, not for a freaking candy bar.

“I'm cumming,” Vegas replied.

I pointed his cock sideways and two long streams of cum shot from the end of it, then a third one, dripping down on to my hand. I wiped my hand on his trousers and sat back on my boot heels, as Vegas stuffed his cock back into his underwear and refastened his uniform trousers.

Vegas reached into his ruck sack and took out a Snickers Bar. He watched as I sat and devoured in in front of him. It was just what I had craved and needed. 

I wondered back to my guard post across the rocky trail, happy as a lark.I sat down and closed my eyes. 

The next day as our unit formed, for the rest of the road march, Vegas walked up and stood next to me. At first, I didn’t realize it was Vegas, because he didn’t say anything. To me, he was just another tall soldier. Then he whispered,

“Hey Snickers, how was that candy bar?”

I froze at the sound of his voice.

A couple of other guys stood nearby, grinning. I was pretty sure the word had gotten out.

I glared at Vegas. How could he? Then I thought, how could I? I was desperate. I was hungry and now I was nicknamed “Snickers.”

The story doesn’t end here. Wait for it. “Snickers Revenge.”