Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2002 12:10:12 +0000
From: The Hessian <hessian_the@hotmail.com>
Subject: To Serve and Please

Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of sex between males. If
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One more thing: English is not my native language, so sorry for
the mistakes.

To Serve and Please
by The Hessian

Imagine the darkest darkness, the deepest depth, imagine the
fear when you are nothing but a very small animal, when the
panic and hopelessness make this little animal howl, when this
howl should reach the sky to make something happen and when
nothing happens there. Imagine the state of mind when your mind
seems to have been taken apart and haphazardly put together
again, when being thoughtless is the only state you wish. I am
sure most of you don't know this feeling and don't know what I
am talking about and that's okay.

Now imagine that from this darkness, from this infinite depth a
figure steps out. As he is moving towards you , the darkness
backs up and forms a thick cloud behind his back but doesn't
touch him. No darkness can touch him. As he is coming closer
you can make out who he is: he is the one you have longed for,
the one you have craved , whom you are ready to serve and
please , on your back or knees. His steps are measured, all his
demeanour is calm , he is holding his head erect, his combat
boots are creaking, louder and louder with every step. Now he
is standing only one step from you, towering above you and by
now you are absolutely sure that it is him. His face is dirty
and covered with dust, his cammie top is creased and sweaty -
still it is him you expected: the Marine who is there just
for you.

No words leave his lips, there is no smile on his
face. But his eyes, those big blue eyes are talking : they are
saying they know who you are and what he is expected to do. He
steps closer and as you are lifting your head your entire
horizon is filled with the enormous bulge in his trousers. He
tears his zip open freeing his cock that is ready, rock-hard
and reserved for you. As he is leaning against your face you
grab his tool practically filling your mouth chock-full with
it, sucking on it hard, enjoying every second tasting his manly
meat. Then all at a sudden he pulls out impatiently and
unexpectedly leaving your yearning mouth empty. Some remaining
drops of his pre-cum are still glittering on your lips when he
pushes you down on the ground firmly and with some nimble
movements unwraps you out of your clothes and you can hear the
fabric crackle. His hands are rough and dirty, his fingers
smell of tobacco and metal as he is sweeping across your face -
sill they feel so right on your body. He is loosening his belt,
pushing his trousers down on his thighs and ripping his blouse
off. You are lying patiently as he helps you to lift your legs
high enough. Even the feeling of his cool palms on your warm
thighs is so exciting, you are raising your hips even higher,
just to show him you are ready, you are willing. For long
seconds he is just looking down at you as if he can look
through you, scanning all your desires, all your needs, his
hands are resting on your hips and you feel it is the best
place ever for you, under this beautiful soldier, yes, to be
used, to be fucked by him. Now he spits in his palm and
moistures himself briefly . Even the simplicity of his act
turns you on, you are on the verge of begging him to enter you
as all you want is to feel his invading tool deep inside. As he
is leaning against you, his immense masculinity covers you as a
choking cloud , making you feel even smaller.

Now he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, all along his
cock, roughly, hungrily. As he runs into your ass the pain
makes you cry out loudly, makes you whimper like a puppy. That
seems to get him going, his mighty tool lives its own life in
you, all you can feel is this primitive rhythm as he is fucking
you hard, his wild thrusts make you feel as if an earthquake
shook your body, his desires are coming from deep inside, they
turn you inside out, shake you like a rag, by this point you
are nothing but his servant and now you are practically begging
him to have you, use you, you are breathing like a bad whore,
you want this beauty to turn you into a dirty pig, to fuck the
hell out of you, to fuck you good and proper. His hard body is
like a huge hammer, now you are shouting, moaning, cursing:
'C'mon, gimme all, fuck me, yeah, let the white stuff fly, you
goddamn bastard!!!!'

All at a sudden he pulls out which almost makes you faint.

'No! Don't take it away, gimme more!!'

'Oh, yes, it is all yours, just take it in deep...' - he says
when he is kneeling over your face and thrusts his raging boner
deep inside your mouth, deep down in your throat, so deep that
it makes you gag, he is powerfucking your face, his salty pre-
cum tastes delicious, now he is moaning like an animal.

'Let me in, yes, deeper... I love your fuckin' deep throat, I'm
fuckin' your brains out, it is what you deserve boy...'

Just a sec later his cream spews out into your mouth, you
swallow it quickly and enjoy the moment when he squeezes and
shakes the last drops onto your tongue. By now both of you are
sweaty, tired but you are still hungry, so hungry for him. He
reaches down to caress your yearning dick, he smiles at you,
leans over your face to kiss you deeply, his face is sweaty and
dusty, you can taste grains of sand on his wet, raunchy lips
and his eyes are promising, so promising that you know that
your turn is close, very close.