Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 13:52:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: intelguy1999@yahoo.com
Subject: STRAIGHT FORMER MARINE BRAD-1

Hi There!  My name is Jay.  Since getting a late start (I finally lost my
virginity at about 20) I've really made up for lost time and have been,
well, a pretty big slut.  Because of this, I have lots of stories to tell.
Most of my stories are very much true.  In some cases, for various reasons
(too many reasons to explain), I've changed certain aspects of the stories,
but rest assured, they are all fact-based.  If you met and asked the other
participants in the stories about what occurred, I think most would say
"Yep -- that's pretty much how it went."

All names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent.

Obviously, the author reserves all rights.  No person or entity, foreign or
domestic, is authorized to copy or print any portion of, nor the entirety
of any story written by this author for any purpose without his express
written consent.

Note on HIV & STDs: While I've made no mention of HIV-prevention measures
in my stories (these are fact-based fantasies and while I always use
safer-sex practices, I don't fantasize about them).  That said, I in no way
encourage nor endorse barebacking or any form of sexual conduct which might
expose a person to disease.  Always fuck with a condom!

A description of myself: At the time of the following events took place, I
was about 31 years old.  Since being introduced to the joys of a good gym
regimen by a certain former Nudist Roommate of mine years ago, I've
maintained a muscular (though not overly so) body.  I'm about 5'10", I
weight 190 lbs.  I have very defined, toned pecs, washboard abs, tree trunk
legs and thick, muscular arms.  I have a nice bubble butt and a thick,
circumcised 8 inch cock.  The doctor who circumcised me was kind enough to
leave a pretty fair amount of skin remaining so, when flaccid, the head of
my penis is about 70-80% covered by foreskin and I don't require lubricant
to masturbate as I have plenty of loose foreskin that serves the same
purpose.  Most people assumed I was in my mid-20s during this time period
based on my appearance.

STRAIGHT FORMER MARINE BRAD-1

After leaving the Air Force at the age of 25, I bummed around the US for a
few years working odd jobs and just enjoying myself and having various
sexual adventures (to be described in later stories).  Finally, at 30, I
decided to go and complete my degree.  I moved home to Texas from San
Francisco and started going to school at Texas State University (TSU)
working towards a degree in Geography.

While in college, I lucked into a pretty cool position with a company
called TCA (Texas Care Affiliates) working with mentally disabled adult
males.  I was a "Live-In Caregiver."  This meant that I had my own
self-contained apartment (a very spacious converted garage actually) within
the house.  The house itself contained six adult, male residents.  While at
work, I'm strictly professional and was never "out" to my clients (they
wouldn't likely have understood anyway).

Shortly after starting work at TCA, I was in a required CPR class and met a
really interesting guy there named Brad.  Brad was shorter than me, about
5'7", but was wiry.  He had a muscular physique, powerful arms and was
wearing these faded jeans that complimented his perfect bubble butt very
nicely.  Brad spoke with a very sexy Texas twang and gave the impression
that he was a country boy.  He had a real sexy swagger to him.  He had blue
eyes and light brown hair and was just one hell of a cool dude.  Upon
chatting with him, I determined that he had been hired to work at the same
house where I was the live-in.

Brad and I worked together well.  We worked many shifts together and were a
good team.  After hours, we sometimes hung out in my apartment watching
movies or sometimes we'd go and grab a bite to eat.

I was required to be on the grounds of the residence even if not working on
Sunday through Thursday nights between 10am and 6am.  I was not paid for
this directly, but was unofficially compensated for it with free room and
board.  In addition to this, I worked part-time shifts in the house and
this, coupled with my GI bill stipend gave me plenty of money to live on.

So, one Friday night I was home.  I didn't have any plans that night and
was just settling down to watch a little TV before going to bed and there
was a knock at my private entrance (the one on the side of the house, by
the driveway).  It was Brad.  He often stopped by after his shift to say
"Howdy," so I wasn't too surprised to see him.

"Hey dude," he said "I was just headed across the street (to the
convenience store) to get a few beers.  You game?"

"Sure -- right on man.  I'll go with you.  Gimme a sec to get dressed."

I'd been nude (I'm a home nudist, as described in previous stories) when
Brad knocked and had just thrown on my robe to answer the door so I
motioned Brad inside and closed the door.  I then dropped the robe and
grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt and threw on my flip flops and we left.

We picked out an 18 pack of something-or-other and went back to my place to
watch some tube.  As soon as I got in the door, I stripped down (Brad had
seen me nude many times and knew that I was a nudist -- this didn't bother
him in the least).  We sat down, him clothed, me nude and he flipped the
channels while we shot the breeze.  After awhile, he said "Dude, it's
really warm in here, think you can turn on the A/C?"  It was late Spring
and the weather was already pretty warm.

"Oh right," I replied "My A/C's on the blink at the moment.  They're
supposed to send someone to look at it next week.  I can open the window
though."

The windows in my apartment were up high on the wall (it was a converted
garage after all) so I still had my privacy and didn't bother to put on any
clothes.  Then, I turned on the ceiling fan and sat back down.  We watched
some more TV and Bart said "Still a bit warm -- mind if I make myself more
comfortable?"

"Dude, do whatever you like."

So, Brad took off his shoes and socks and then whipped his shirt off and
sat back down.  This was the first time I'd gotten a look at Brad's
shirtless body.  What a sight!  He was had very well defined muscles,
six-pack abs and wiry muscles on his back and arms.  He was naturally
hairless other than a few wisps in the crevice between his pecks and a bit
on his arms.

Like I said, Brad had seen me nude many times.  Heck, anyone that hangs out
with my at my place is going to discover that I'm a nudist.  That said
though, we'd never discussed my sexuality at all.  After a few beers
though, we were both feeling pretty chatty and he asked me point blank
"Dude, just out of curiosity -- don't take this the wrong way or anything
-- do you like men or women?"

I smiled.  He was so shy about the question.  I think he even blushed a
little.  "I've experimented a very little bit with women Brad, but I've
always been, let's say, `strictly dickly'" I replied.

"Cool, that's what I figured but was just making sure" he said.  "I've
always had gay friends all my life and it's totally cool with me."

"So" I asked "how about you?"  I knew that Brad had a girlfriend (named
Leslie) and while in the marines (he'd served in Kuwait) had gotten some
Navy chick he knew there pregnant but that he almost never saw his son
because he lived with his mom in Los Angeles.

Brad said "Well, I'm straight.  I just love pussy too much dude.  But, I've
fooled around with a few guys and it's no big deal to me.  I'm pretty
liberal really."

"Right on" I said "that's cool."

After a couple more beers, we were both feeling very little pain.  Brad
said "Dude, I'm so horny.  Leslie hasn't spread her legs in weeks and God
forbid she should blow me so I really have the blue balls.  You got any
porn?"

"Just some gay porn" I replied.

"Wanna walk down to the bookstore?" he asked.

We lived in a small town and "the bookstore" was the common expression for
"the adult bookstore."  I said "Sure dude -- let's go."

I slid my t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops back on and off we went.  "The
Bookstore" was just 4 or 5 blocks from the house.  I found out that Brad
was into some really kinky porn when he rented some "chicks pissing in
chicks' mouths" nasty German video.  "Whatever" I thought to myself "he's a
freak."

So, we walked back to my apartment.  I stripped and Brad took off his shirt
and shoes, like before.  I then noticed that he'd also dropped his pants
and was wearing a sexy little pair of boxer briefs.  I put in the DVD and
we both sat back down on my couch.

The video was really disgusting and certainly did nothing for me, but I
became super turned on when I looked over and noticed Brad rubbing the
bulge in his underwear.  Since I was nude, there was no hiding my 8 inch
boner that had popped up.

"Wow" he said when he looked over at me "You gotta thick one dude."

"Thanks dude" I replied.

We watched in silence a little longer -- he was watching the movie and I
was watching him.  Brad continued to grope himself through his underwear
though I hadn't even touched my throbbing dick yet.

"Mind if I lose the underwear?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied, "be my guest."

With that, he shucked his underwear and up popped his 7 inch cut erection.
Brad had nice big balls and all of his pubic area was shaved completely
clean.

Brad sat back down and stretched out a little while casually pulling on his
cock.  "Got any lube?" he asked.  While I don't need the stuff myself, I
always keep a supply for occasional visitors.  There's a German brand I
like that is great for wanking and if you get it in your mouth, it's
non-toxic and there's no flavor of any sort.  Anyway, that's what I handed
him.

"So" I asked "Ever gotten a blow job from a dude?"

"Oh yeah" he said "Why? ... Oh..." and he looked over at me with a devilish
grin "You offerin' dude?"

"Sure man" I said, grinning just as devilishly.

He didn't say anything but just motioned with his eyes.  In an instant, I
was on my knees in front of him.  I began by giving Brad's balls a good
tongue bath.  They were so loose in their sack and so hairless that they
were just perfect for some sucking.  I sucked each one alternately in and
out of my mouth while Brad continued to masturbate.  He began moaning and
when I looked up, he had his right hand pounding his cock and his left was
playing with his right nipple.

As I licked my way up Brad's cock, I reached up with my left hand and took
over from him to work on his nipple.  I simultaneously began working my own
dick with my right hand.

Brad had the most wonderful smell, by the way, he was very clean and had a
combination of Irish Spring and musky manliness that sent me into the
stratosphere.  I licked my way around his perineum awhile just to get at
more of that smell.

Finally, I brushed Brad's hand out of the way and went down on his cock.
At 7 inches, it wasn't overly big and, in my opinion, is the perfect size
for sucking.  I worked the head first.  Brad began leaking copious amounts
of precum which I lapped right up.  I then went all the way down on his
cock.  Whenever I pulled up, I would swirl my tongue around the head and
then push back down until my nose was buried in the hairless flesh at the
base of his cock.  I sucked like a man gone wild, during which time Brad
moaned and grunted and I heard him repeat in a quiet but firm whisper "Oh
yeah!  Take that cock bitch!  Take that cock bitch!  Oh fuck yeah!"

Finally, after five minutes or so, Brad said "Oh, I'm getting close dude."
I didn't want it to end just yet, so I eased off.  I went back to his balls
and licked them some more and bathed his perineum again.  I then moved up
his torso a bit and licked and kissed his hard six pack.  I then licked his
nipples, each in turn and sucked on them gently while he moaned.

Finally, I went back down and began slowly sucking that marine cock of his,
I would suck for a half a minute and then lick his balls for a few seconds
and would repeat.  About this time, I decided to go for broke and began
feeling around Brad's ass.  I felt his hole and began massaging it.  He
moaned a little more loudly but said nothing.  I noticed that he then
spread his legs a little wider to allow me better access.  I stuck my
finger in my mouth to coat it with saliva and then gently began to press it
into Brad's hole.  The first time I did it; he jumped and let out a loud
gasp.  I then began finger fucking Brad while I sucked on his pole.  Soon,
I stuck in a second finger and then a third.  Brad was moaning and gasping
and writhing on my couch.

"Stick your cock in me" he begged.

"What's that?" I said "What do you want?"

"I want your cock in my ass" he pleaded.

"Get down on all fours and spread those cheeks bitch" I replied.

I later found out that Brad and his step-brother Hal fucked around a lot
when they were teenagers.  Once they even tag-teamed one of Hal's female
teachers.  Hal and Brad sucked each other, jerked each other off and even
fucked each other's asses on a regular basis in middle school and high
school, so it wasn't exactly Brad's first time around this particular
block.

He did as he was told.  He got on the floor in front of the TV and spread
his legs wide.  I got behind him, and spread some lube on my dick and
rubbed a bit on his hole as well.  I then began working my cock into his
ass.  I started slowly.  I stuck in one inch and held it there while he
adjusted to its girth.  I then pulled out and stuck a bit more in.  Each
time, I'd pull out and then stick a bit more in.  Finally, my cock was
buried and my balls were pressing against him.  I began a slow rhythm.  I
fucked him and reached under and pulled on his cock.  I turned him around,
pivoting him on my pole and then fucked him missionary style.  I sucked on
his nipples and fondled his cock and balls.  I've never been one to take a
short time to orgasm so I fucked him long and hard.  We writhed around on
the floor.  For about 20 minutes, I let him sit on top of me and fuck my
cock with his ass.  Meanwhile, I jerked him off and played with his
nipples.  Finally, after a good hour of pounding Brad's ass and while on
top of him in the missionary position (for the third or fourth time) I felt
that familiar feeling begin to rise up in my balls.

"I'm about to fill your ass with cum bitch" I said.

Brad instantly took over jerking his cock and worked it like a madman.
Within seconds, I began spewing my spunk all over Brad's insides and a few
seconds later, as I was still shooting, I heard Brad start gasping and he
began to spasm underneath me.  His hole was quivering and it made me shoot
even harder.  He sprayed his seed between our sweaty bodies and I began
kissing his neck and ears as we both finished.  I then fell exhausted on
top of my sticky buddy and we lay there, arms and legs intertwined for
several minutes.

Finally, we both started giggling.  Brad started to get up but I said "Wait
a second."  I then proceeded to lick the cum off of Brad's body and cock
and milked his cock for the juice remaining there.

"Dude!" he said "That shit was fucking crazy!  Too bad you're not straight
-- you could really tear up some pussy with that thing."

I laughed and said "I just tore your pussy all up -- what do I need a girl
for?"

This was the first of many nights of wild sex that I had with my straight
buddy Brad.  He's now married and I haven't seen him in several years.  He
never claimed to be anything other than straight and, for the record, was
never interested in doing anything with me unless there was a super-kinky
straight porn in the DVD player and a few beers in him to lower his
inhibitions.