Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2011 08:53:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: scooby doo. <wrestlinjohn85@yahoo.com>
Subject: My buddy the Marine park 1

This is a fictional piece of work.  The characters are fictional and any
resemblance to real events or people is completely coincidental.

The basic rules apply, if you are underage, etc... do not read this, go
play on Disney.com or something.  J

My Buddy the Marine -- by Scott

I was really excited for my friend Steve to return from the Marines.  He
had enlisted right out of college.  We were really good friends, we had
played sports together while in high school and did a lot of stuff together
through high school and college, except have sex.  I came out to Steve in
my sophomore year of high school, and while most of my other teammates and
friends kind of brushed me off, Steve remained right by my side.  When
others teased me about being gay, he always stuck up for me.

Now there was no denying that Steve was straight as an arrow.  I know
between our sophomore and senior years of high school had had fucked at
least fifty girls, and had three girlfriends during the time too.  He was a
catch, and a lot of girls in our high school, as well as other schools in
the area wanted to snag him, even if it was just for a night.

Before we go any further, let me describe him.  Steve is 6 foot 3, and
weighs about 220 pounds.  In high school, starting with football, we had
seen each other grow and `blossom'. Sophomore year, he was about 5'10, but
by our senior year he had grown to just over six feet.  By our freshman
year of college, he was at 6'3".  The thing I noticed the most was how
his body had really filled out.  He was always solidly built.  I mean big
pipes in the arms, a nice chest, and a six pack.  These muscles just
continued to grow along with his body and by the time we hit college, he
was just a beast.  I, on the other hand was just under 6 foot tall and
weighed 195 pounds.  I had a more athletic build. I had muscle, but nowhere
near the caliber that Steve possessed.

I knew why all the ladies wanted to be with him.  He was very hot!  To go
along with his looks, he was one of the nicest guys you ever met.  He
usually dressed in jeans that seemed to hug his ass and show off a hint in
the front.  His t-shirts were always tight around the chest and biceps.  I
know to many he was just another meathead, but he wasn't anything like a
lot of the other guys on the team who were built and assholes.

The one thing about Steve that I knew got around school, both high school
and college; Steve had a 9 inch dick.  I had seen him soft in the showers
and knew that he hung around 5 inches when he was soft.  I had seen him
hard a couple times when he'd stay over and I saw him with morning wood.
He slept on his back, so I always was able to see it poking his tighty
whities in the morning.  He always seemed to kick off his blankets during
the night.  So many times I just wanted to go over there and touch it, jerk
it, suck it, and put it up my ass, but I never did because I was scared of
losing him as a friend.

I was always amazed at how at ease he was knowing that I was gay.  I mean,
he never seemed to act differently to me than he did with any of his other
friends.  We'd wrestle around, play sports, go out on the town together.
During freshman year of college, they put us together in the dorms because
we were from the same city and had been known to be friends.  I lived with
one of the men of my dreams throughout college.  We got a two bedroom
apartment after freshman year, and lived together all the way through
graduation.  I had heard him have sex with plenty of girls during our time
living together.  There were times in the dorms when he'd bring a girl back
and tell her I was asleep.  I would watch the whole time they were having
sex and would sometimes see him pull out and cum on her when he wasn't
wearing a condom.

I had seen him naked a lot and it never seemed to bother him.  It was funny
because he never seemed to mind that one would be in the shower, the other
would shave, or do other duties in the bathroom.  We had seen each other in
the showers after football and track.  It never seemed to faze him and he
always seemed very confident in who he was.  I think that is one thing that
both turned me on and frustrated me because I knew there never would be a
chance with him.

So as you can imagine, after college, I was a little hurt to know my best
friend was going off to the Marines.  He said he wanted to explore the
world, and going into the military would be a way for him to see the world
and get paid for it.  I tried the best I could to be happy for him and
encourage him, but deep down inside, I felt as though a part of me was
being torn out.

Before he left, we had a big party for him.  It was funny as hell to see
all the girls that came to the party that night.  I think each of them was
itching to be the last piece of ass Steve would get before he shipped off
to basic training.  I had moved into a one bedroom apartment back in our
home city, and Steve said he wanted to pass out at my house that night,
because he really didn't want his parents to see him drunk.  They were a
straight laced Christian family, and would be very hurt if they had seen
him like that.

As the party was winding down, I told Steve that I was feeling pretty drunk
and that I was going to make my way home.  I would keep the door unlocked
so he could come in and pass out on the couch when he got back to my place.
He was dancing with four different girls through the night and I knew that
one of them was going to get hammered by him on my couch.  Sure enough, an
hour after I got home, I was awakened by Steve and two girls laughing and
trying to shhhh each other to keep me from waking up.  I had left my door
open because I really wanted to hear him nailing the girl.

After about 20 minutes, I started to hear some groans and I knew that they
were definitely getting it on.  I walked quietly to my door and saw him on
the couch, naked, with a blonde on her knees in front of him giving him
head.  His head was rolled back and his muscles were glimmering in the
moonlight that was coming through the window right behind him.  I knew from
experience, that there was no way he could see me in the door because my
side of the building was pitch dark.  One of the girls had passed out on
the floor, but Steve was having the time of his life with this blonde.  I
saw him fuck her in at least 10 different positions.  I was amazed at how
long he was lasting.  She was moaning pretty loud and he kept telling her
she needed to be quiet so I wouldn't wake up.  Too late for that my man.

After about 10 minutes of him fucking her, I decided to take my cock out
and jerk off to the scene in front of me.  In my mind it was me that he was
fucking, knowing deep inside that it would never happen.  About 10 minutes
later, he had her in a doggy style and quickly pulled out and shot his load
on her.  I was amazed at how far he shot it.  Literally it went over her
head about a good two feet and landed on the arm of my couch.  With that, I
proceeded to cum and dumped my load into my palm.  I licked it up,
pretending it was his load that I was licking.

The girls got up and left about an hour later.  I woke up hearing them
leave.  I went to the door and locked it.  I looked over on the couch and
saw him passed out on his back, naked as a bird, and his cock was still in
a half hard state.  I also noticed that his cock still had a couple of
drops of cum on it.  I walked over to the couch and nudged him a little to
see if he was awake.  He was stone cold passed out.  I then proceeded to
put my finger onto the tip of his cock and let the drops of cum transfer to
my finger.  I quickly brought it to my tongue and tasted his semen for the
first time.  It tasted so good and I was memorized at how much it turned me
on.  I was getting hard just thinking of him dumping that load into my
mouth instead of on that girls back.  I wanted one other thing before he
left.  I wanted to feel his hard cock in my hand.

I reached down again and noticed his cock was still in a not soft, not hard
state.  It wasn't sticking out, but it was definitely longer and fuller
than his usual soft state.  I reached down and took it in my hand and
started to play with it along with his balls in my other hand.  Not about a
minute later, it responded by growing to its full glory.  9 inches of hard
meat in my hands and was at least 5-6 inches around.  No wonder the girls
liked getting fucked by this hottie!

I threw all caution to the wind and stroked him harder and harder.  I could
tell his body was reacting to the strokes I was giving him.  I spit in my
hands and was rubbing his balls as I would give his cock quick strokes just
at the head, then long strokes over his whole cock.  I was so turned on,
that after about 5 minutes of doing this, I was close to cumming and I
wasn't even touching my own cock.  I kept looking up at his face to make
sure he hadn't woken up.  It seemed that the alcohol was keeping him
asleep.  The next thing I did surprised me, but it was something I had
wanted to do for a long time.  I just bent down and took him in my mouth.
I had wanted to do this for almost 9 years and now I had this monster in my
mouth.  There was no turning back now.

I stroked the bottom part of his shaft as I kept putting more and more of
him into my mouth.  I would also play with is balls every now and again.  I
even at one time put my finger down towards his ass to see if I could get a
finger in there.

Steve's body seemed to react to the pleasure as his breathing increased and
his muscles seemed to tighten.  I knew it wouldn't be long and I would
really have his load going down my throat.  As he was getting close, I was
able to get my index finger into his hole.  Imagine my surprise when all of
a sudden I felt two hands on the top of my head push me completely down the
shaft of his cock.  At the same time he pushed my head down, my mouth was
filled with his juices.  I looked up at his face and sure enough, his eyes
were fixed right on mine.  His cum tasted sweet, and even though he had
just unloaded his cock about an hour and a half prior, the mass of his cum
was great.  Quite a bit of hit was leaking from the sides of my mouth and I
couldn't contain it all or swallow it all.

After his orgasm subsided, Steve let go of my head and allowed me to come
up off of his cock.  He had a huge smile on his face and was giggling off
and on.  The comment I heard next surprised the hell out of me.  "I had
waited all these years for you to do this, and now right before I leave you
decide to take a chance."

"You wanted me to do this?"

"Hell yeah!" he responded, "I had always heard that gay guys give better
head than girls, and now I can honestly tell you, they are completely
correct!  Dude, I just never thought of asking you, because I didn't want
things to get weird between us.  But I will say this: I am really glad you
took the chance and sucked me off.  That was quite honestly, the best head
I've ever received!"  He had a huge smile on his face and pulled me up to
lay on top of him.  "Little buddy... I hope this is not the last time you
will suck this cock of mine"

I was flabbergasted that he was happy that I sucked his cock.  I felt angry
with the knowledge now that had I just taken the chance over the past 9
years, I could have had his cock a long time ago.

I gave him a blow job again the next morning before he was to depart for
basic.  This time I was able to run my hands all over his body.  To feel
those muscles in my hands, tensing and relaxing as I was giving him head.
I allowed him to push his cock all the way into my throat and cum into my
mouth again.  I licked every drop that had escaped from my lips again,
savoring its taste and knowing it came from my best friend.  I knew he was
straight as an arrow, but he didn't seem to mind letting me give him a blow
job either.

He got up, took a shower and we went out to breakfast before he was to
report for duty.  He asked me if I could drive him, as he didn't want his
parents crying and slobbering over him as he was leaving.  I told him I
would.

As we were saying our "Later's" what he said surprised me and gave me a
tingling in my body.  "Now that you know I am open to letting you have your
fun on Steve Junior, when I come back, I expect you to take care of it when
I am not getting any pussy!"

"Absolutely Steve.  I would be happy to.  And thanks for being such an
awesome best friend.  I would have never imagined that would have ever
happened, but I think it's definitely brought us closer because we did."

"I agree." He said, "And I can't wait for many more of those times to come
in the future.  You are my best friend.  We'll keep in touch.  I have your
address and I will write.. and please keep in touch.  I know it will get
lonely at times, and I really want to hear from you."

"Oh don't worry about that." I said, "You will receive mail and packages
from me for sure."

With that, an officer came out and told him that it was time for him to get
ready to board the bus.  We shook hands and he gave me a quick man hug.  "I
love you man.  You are my best friend and I've never told you.  It's not a
gay love, it's a brotherly love.  I'll see ya when I get back home on
leave."  With that, he got on board the bus.

It literally took all of me to not start crying at that moment.  My heart
seemed to grow 100% and the love I felt inside was overwhelming.  I mean, I
always felt like he was my brother and now, that friendship has grown
deeper.  After the bus departed, I felt a tear run down my face.  One lady
saw me and came up and gave me a hug.  She asked me who I had seen off.
"My best friend and brother" I responded and she said he'll be alright.
It's tough to let go.

"If she only knew." I thought.

It's been just over 9 months now that he has been gone.  He had written in
his last letter that he was coming home for 2 weeks and really couldn't
wait to see me, raise some hell and have some fun.  We agreed we would take
a small trip together and I already put in for vacation time for a week off
from work.  It was all set and now I just waited for his arrival back home.

Steve was coming home.

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