Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 04:34:47 -0600
From: peterbilt1228@live.com
Subject: The Last Scout Trip

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			    The Last Scout Trip


I had decided when I was packing my gear that this would be my last camping
trip with the scouts.  My best friend, Jack Whitmore, had signed up for the
Marines. We were both seniors and he would be going in right after
graduation.  Somehow I couldn't quite picture us together anymore, me in my
scout uniform and him in a Marine uniform. It just didn't flush. It sure as
hell wouldn't flush when we got together when he came home on leave. Jack
was never a scout. He lived out in the country, while I was a city kid, if
a population of four thousand can be called a city. While I had spent the
last ten years in scouting, he had been busy working on the farm and saving
himself for bigger and better things.

I hadn't told Mr. Barnes, my scout master, yet.  I hadn't even told my
parents about my plans to join my friend; that I was going to see the
recruiter right after we got home from the camping trip.

The woods was quiet except for the crickets, and the frogs down at the
creek. It was my responsibility to see that all the kids were tucked inside
their tents for the night. I walked through the trees, checking to see that
their tents were zipped and laced shut. I was still back in the dark of the
trees when I saw Mr. Barnes duck out of his tent, located at the edge of a
small clearing where the moon was able to cast its rays through the
foliage. I stopped in my tracks, for he was naked except for his hiking
boots. In the years that he had been my scoutmaster, and the two years that
I had served as his assistant, I had never seen Mr. Barnes, naked.  He was
big, and tough, I knew that, his chest and arms and shoulders always
bulging against his shirts, but I never realized how really muscular he was
till now, when I was seeing him in all his naked glory.  I watched him as
he stepped over to a tree a couple of yards away from his tent to take a
piss. He was half turned away, the contour of his big, round, tight butt
and the V of his torso and big, thick thighs in contrast silhouette.

I had always greatly respected and admired the man but at that moment, in
that stance, he was an awesome sight that, for some reason, nearly took my
breath away. I listened to the soft splatter of piss in the leaves that
seemed to go on forever; he sounded like a horse pissing. Finally, I could
see the muscles in his arm ripple and dance as he shook his cock, then much
to my surprise, he spent a moment longer, pulling on it, like he was
casually enjoying the solitary moment. I thought he might be going to jack
off right out there in the open but then he turned and went back into his
tent.  Suddenly I was having trouble sucking air into my lungs. I was
nearly overwhelmed with feelings I didn't understand; feelings that I had
somehow managed to bury so deep that they were no threat to me till this
moment.  I will never know what prompted it, or what force moved me toward
his tent, but I moved quickly so I was able to slip inside before he zipped
it up and tied the flaps closed. There he stood, in the soft lantern light,
the most beautiful specimen of maleness I had ever laid eyes on. He heard
me come inside and glanced around.

"Dean?" he said over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I...I just wanted to report that the boys are all tucked in safe and
sound," I said.

 "Good, but you don't have to report in. You know I trust your judgment on
that."

He turned around and I think I might have gasped when I saw him up closer,
totally naked, right down to his manhood.  I jerked my eyes back up,
swallowing hard. Godd, he was hung! His cock was certainly befitting a man
of his size and stature, and then some, but I just never imagined he could
be that big.  Not that I had imagined him like this at all; like I said, I
still had no idea what I was doing in his tent. It was pretty much against
the rules for me to be in his tent with him unless there was a problem. But
he didn't ask me to leave.

"We've got a big day planned for them tomorrow," he said. "A rugged day."

"They'll be up for it, they're all asleep," I said.

"Bull. I'll bet the little devils are wide awake and jacking off," he said
with a chuckle.

I blinked with surprise and laughed softly. I'd never heard him talk like
that before, and he was including his own son.

He laughed.  "Well, hell, wouldn't you be? Didn't you jack off every night
when you discovered it was good for something besides taking a piss?"

I was embarrassed but so happily relieved to hear him talking like this. It
was like he was inviting me into his private world.

"Well...yeah...I...I guess I did my share of it," I admitted.

"Dam right you did. Hell, I wouldn't trust a boy who didn't."

It was my turn to laugh, a bit more at ease now with the way he was talking
to me. "Yeah, especially on the camping trips," I said.

"Probably still do," he said.

That threw me and I could feel my embarrassment.  "Well, not...as much as I
used to," I admitted with a soft laugh.  "There's something about being out
in the wild and the woods that gets the adrenalin pumping."

"You mean the testosterone," he said. "Yeah, there's something primeval
about it, like man returning to his original natural habitat; his roots."

I sort of laughed again; a nervous laugh.  "It sounds strange, though,
hearing you talk like this," I managed. "Especially including your own son
in that remark."

"Hell, Brandon is no different than any of the other boys," he said. "And I
can tell you for damn sure that he jacks off every chance he gets; hell
every day of his young life.  I find the evidence all the time."

"You do?" I said, surprised.

"Yeah. In fact, I caught him one time."

"You did!"

"Yeah, poor kid was like a deer in the headlights, standing there in the
middle of the room with his cock in his hand," he said, laughing.

"What'd you do? What did he do?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too
excited.

"He just stood there, scared to death. Till I put him at ease.  I told him
when he was finished, I needed to talk to him about something."

"Wow! That was a neat way of handling it. Did he?  Finish, I mean?" I felt
suddenly stupid for asking such personal questions about his son, but
Mr. Barnes didn't seem put off by it.

"I assume he did; he didn't come downstairs for several minutes," he said
with a wide grin.  "When he did, I told him not to be embarrassed about
it."

There was an awkward pause, like he suddenly didn't know why I was there in
his tent and I couldn't tell him because I wasn't sure myself. I knew one
thing; I wanted to be there, more than anything. And I knew why, but I
couldn't quite bring myself to face it. Suddenly his mood and manner
changed.

"You know, Dean, you shouldn't be in my tent, just the two of us alone," he
said in a gentle tone.  "Especially with me like this," he added,
indicating his nakedness.

"I thought that applied only to the younger boys. I'm eighteen, your
assistant, now for two years," I said.

"Still...but hell, who's going to know?"

Suddenly, I had to swallow to get rid of the spit that was flooding my
mouth, and he heard me.

"You okay, Dean? Is something bothering you?" he asked.

I swallowed hard again. "No, sir, I just...well, I...there's something I
wanted to tell you..."

"Sure, you can tell me anything, Dean, you ought to know that by now."

"You're probably going to be upset with me, but...well, sir, I'm joining
the Marines. This is my last camping trip," I blurted.

He did a sort of double-take and a thin smile came across his handsome
face.

"Upset?  Of course I'm not upset. I'm not even all that surprised. You're
Marine material."

"Do you think so?"

"Definitely.  I was in the Marines, I can see your potential."

"I'm going to miss it...this," I said, with a wave around the tent.

"I'm going to miss you, Dean. You've been a great help, and a great
inspiration to the boys you've come in contact with."

"I hope so."

Another awkward pause. I was feeling panic. I felt compelled to say
something before he asked me if there was anything else wrong, or worse,
told me to leave.

"I, uh...you said...anything, sir...I c-could t-talk to you about
anything," I stammered.

"Yes," he said with a confused scowl, and he took a step closer to me. "And
stop calling me sir."

I kept my eyes up but I could see his big cock jostling when he moved and I
almost couldn't breathe again.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

"I d-don't know, for s-sure...I mean, I do, sort of, but I...I d-don't know
how to say it."

He stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder; he was so close now that
I could feel his body heat.  I gulped down the overflow of spit in my
mouth.

"The best way to get something out in the open is to just come out and say
it. So don't be so nervous. Calm down, take a deep breath and spit it
out. Hell, it can't be that bad."

I took the deep breath but I couldn't spit it out. For a split second I was
ready to bolt and run out of his tent, but I wanted to be there, I couldn't
run away from this opportunity, or the truth that was screaming to be told.
But I couldn't talk and I didn't know how I found the courage, but suddenly
I saw my hand reach out then felt it against his chest. Mr. Barnes saw it
was something really wrong and the next thing I knew, he was wrapping his
powerful arms around me, pulling me in tight against naked body.

"Hey, come on, what is it, Dean?" he asked as he hugged me tight. "It can't
be all that bad. I'm right here for you, son, it's nothing we can't
handle. But you have to tell me what it is that's got you so worked
up. Hey, you don't have a girl pregnant, do you? That's not the reason
you're joining the Marines."

"No, sir," I said. "I wouldn't walk out on a girl like that if I did."

"Then what?" he asked, moving me back away from the tight embrace, but
still close enough that I could feel the warmth of his naked muscles. His
warm, hard muscles pressing against me, I could even feel his manhood
against my upper thigh. He was so nonchalant about it, but Godd, I thought
I was going to pass out.

"You," I said, pressing my hand against his solid pec muscles.

He reared his head back and looked down at me with a look of surprise. He
was taller than me so he had to look down a little.

"Me? What'd I do?" he asked.

"Nothing, sir, just...just being...you," I stammered. I couldn't say it.
The words just wouldn't come. How do you tell the man you've admired all
your young life that you're sexually attracted to him? I couldn't. But I
was able to press my other hand against the other side of his chest.

He looked totally bewildered now. He wouldn't be in a minute or two, when
he felt my cock getting hard. He would know for sure what the problem
was. I had to say something before that happened but my mouth was so dry
and my tongue felt like a stone.

"Dean, you're going to have to spell it out for me better than that, why me
just being me has got you so uptight," he said.

"Let's just say, it's a good thing I'm quitting and joining the Marines,
sir. You probably wouldn't want me around the boys," I blurted.

He stared at me. "Dean...what?...are you...telling me...?"

"I'm telling you, sir, that I've come to realize...just tonight,
actually...that I've wanted to be in this situation with you for a long
time, only I didn't know it. I just knew I've always felt very strongly
about you, such deep respect and admiration for everything about you, the
way you handle the boys, being so easy to talk to, the way you're built,
although I guess I didn't realize just how good you're built till tonight,
when I saw you standing out there, totally naked, taking a piss...it
was..."  I had to let out some air before I could go on.  "It was such an
awesome sight, and I...well, I knew I wanted to do something special for
our last night as scout and scoutmaster."

He chuckled, his hard abs rippling.

"Wait a minute...I was an awesome sight, taking a piss?"

"Yes, sir, all naked like that...you know, in all this time, I never saw
you naked before," I said.

I heard him swallow now. Suddenly he took his hands off my shoulders and
stepped around me and walked past me. I glanced around to see him zipping
up the tent, then he tied the flaps shut. He came back and stood in front
of me again.

"Look, we know it's against the rules, but you're right, those rules do
apply mostly to the younger boys. So, do you want to spend the night in my
tent?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," I said.

"Sounds like you're a little confused about yourself, Dean. You've been
carrying this around for a while, and maybe we need to get it worked out."

"Longer than I knew. I think I just dumped it all at your feet, sir," I
said.  "I'm sorry, but it feels good, getting rid of it."

"It's okay, son, you don't have to be sorry about it.  And don't call me
sir. You can...well, considering the circumstances, maybe you should call
me CJ."

I felt good about him calling me son. "I don't even know what the
circumstances are," I said with a nervous laugh.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up so we were looking eye
to eye. I'd never been that close to his eyes before, either, and I
could've just melted and run down in a puddle. I tried to turn my head but
he held it firm.

"It feels like you're looking into my soul," I said, quickly averting my
eyes.

"Maybe I am. Look at me," he said sternly.

I looked back at him, used to obeying him.

"Maybe I am, and maybe I can see what's bothering you, but I want you to
tell me, straight out. I don't think you know for sure yourself, and you're
not going to till you say it out loud."

I tried to look down but he held my head and his eyes drew mine back to
his, and there was no escape; no escaping his penetrating gaze and no
escaping the truth that screamed to get out of me.

"I...I want you, sir...CJ," I said in a bare whisper.

"You want me.  I don't think you know that for sure, or even what it
means. You're going to have to be more specific," he said.

"Yes, I do. I wanta have sex with you. I wanta go down on you, know what
your big cock feels like in my mouth, feel your body and feel your muscles.
I wanta do everything there is to do between two men. I don't even know
what all that is, but maybe you could show me; I want to do everything you
want me to do." This time I was successful in dropping my head from his
hand and I leaned my forehead against his bare chest. Through the wet in my
eyes I could see his great cock lolling out over his balls, looking a
little bigger now, and I was ready to sink to my knees and experience a
cock in my mouth for the first time. He held me for a moment and I couldn't
decide whether to go to my knees or leave his tent. I suddenly realized
what a terrible thing I had done, putting him in this position.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes, sir...CJ...I had no right to put you in this
position.  You probably don't go for stuff like that. I mean, you're such a
stud.  And...well, I'm not even eighteen till tomorrow; I'm jailbait to
you. I've put you in an awful position. I'd better leave and maybe we can
try to forget this ever happened." I laughed nervously, trying to lighten
the situation.  "I'll go back to my tent and jack off like the rest of the
boys."

CJ didn't laugh.  "This isn't about jacking off," he said in a husky
tone. "It's not even about sex. It's something a lot deeper than that, and
you're not leaving this tent till you face it, young man. Till we face it
together." He looked at his watch.  "And you were eighteen seven minutes
ago, so you haven't put me in such an awful position." He stepped over and
reached down and pulled the top of his sleeping bag open so it was spread
out across the floor of the tent.  "Come here," he said, motioning to me.

Obediently, I walked over and stood on the edge of the sleeping bag with
him, my arms hung at my sides.  CJ dropped to his knees and half laid on
the sleeping bag, propped up on one arm and one knee cocked up, his other
leg slung out with his great cock draped over his thigh. He put his hand up
to me and I took it.

"Come down here with me," he said.

I let him pull me down on the sleeping bag with him; it didn't take much,
and we lay down side by side. I was scared out of my wits. I knew what I
wanted, but I didn't know what to do. CJ rose up on one elbow and tilted
himself toward me.

"I know this is going to surprise you, Dean, but you can do anything you
want, son; I'm okay with it. Just explore your feelings, like you explore a
new forest...if you're sure that's what you want..."

"I'm not sure of anything right now," I said huskily as I rose up to openly
look at the man's body. Godd, he was such a stud! I couldn't get enough of
just looking at him, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to touch him.

"If this is what you want, Dean, and what you want, don't be afraid to take
it."

Finally, with his encouragement, I reached out and laid a hand on his
stomach. I liked the light mat of hair that covered his rock-hard abs. He
tightened his muscles and made them ripple for me.

"You've got awesome abs," I said as I smoothed my hand over them.

"So have you," he said as he reached over and flattened his hand against my
stomach. "Really solid."

His touch nearly took the wind out of me. I couldn't believe he was
touching me like this! I was stunned when he moved his hand lower, down to
the waistband of my hiking shorts. Oh, Godd, I thought he was going to
touch me there! But he only pulled on my belt.

"Why don't you take those off if you're staying the night; I'm feeling a
little over dressed," he said.

I scrambled to undo my belt and shove my hiking shorts down, along with my
briefs. I hadn't intended to but the briefs came off with my shorts and I
didn't want to appear boyish by pulling them back up.  In my panic I
struggled to get them off over my boots and CJ surprised me again by
leaning up to help me. Now we were both naked except for our boots.

"That better?" he said.

I nodded. There was another long silence.

He reached over for my wrist and laid my hand on his chest. "Go ahead,
Dean, you said you wanted to feel my muscles," he said.

Suddenly I was awash with courage, and I was all over him. I spread my hand
out across his wide chest, digging my fingers into the solid muscles.  His
tits were turgid against my palms.  I ran my hand down his stomach,
trailing my fingers over the hillocks of his ab muscles and the
indentations in between.  My excitement knew no bounds from simply touching
his warm, muscular body; I wasn't sure I could contain myself when I
finally touched his manhood.  I was keenly aware of the two dozen young
boys spread out in tents all around us. One of them could come to CJ's tent
at any moment. I was especially concerned about his son.  I didn't mention
the boy specifically, but I asked him about it.

"What if one of the boys comes to your tent?" I asked.

"I would have to unlace it and unzip it from the inside.  That would give
you time to get your clothes on and put the lantern out," he said. "Don't
worry, you're safe here."

I could see his cock getting bigger, swelling and stretching down over his
massive thigh, then lifting as it hardened. I was awed by it; almost afraid
to touch it. I watched his big hand wrap around the base and lift it up. It
pulsated through his fist, longer than before. I was mesmerized, gulping
down the spit that was overflowing my mouth.  His cock expanded his hand so
his fingers no longer touched, the head swelled out the size of a baseball,
and I wondered if I would be able to get my mouth around it. He pumped it a
few times then let go of it, leaving it to jut out from his hard loins.  I
swallowed, hard, loud; I was sure he heard me. His cock--Godd, it must be
ten inches long--throbbed up from his loins, begging, demanding attention.
Then I saw the glistening of precome in the soft lantern light and I was
nearly overwhelmed with desire to taste it. I didn't understand the
powerful attraction that had suddenly taken over; I only knew that I wanted
this man, more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life.

I moved down on the sleeping bag, my eyes fixed on his huge cock, throbbing
and quivering, beckoning me. I wondered how his wife took him.  When I was
down far enough that I was face to face with his magnificent manhood, CJ
shoved his left leg out then put his hand on my head to guide it down to
his leg.  I lay my head on his thigh and reached for his cock. It throbbed
in my fist as I drew it to my mouth.  I wet my lips and slid them around
the head and CJ hunkered forward to drive it in several more inches, till
the head was pressing against the back of my throat. I eased away, afraid
he might choke me but he didn't. When he felt the pressure of his cock
against the back of my throat, he eased back too, and waited till I started
sucking him, then he hunkered forward again and started fucking my mouth.
His precum flowed copiously and tasted wonderful.

"MMMmmnnnnn," I moaned softly as I began sucking his cock.

"Not too much noise," he cautioned me.

"I love your cock," I whispered. "It's so big. I hope mine gets this big."

"Looks like you're well on the way," he said as he casually reached down
and took hold of my cock.  "Yeah, I'd say well on the way. And you've still
got some growing to do."

I was stunned that he touched me there and quickly went back down on his
cock to stifle what might have been a surprised squeal.  I was in heaven.
The first time having a cock in my mouth told me this was where I belonged,
down between a man's legs, servicing him as only another man could.  For a
fleeting moment I wondered about the wisdom of my decision to go into the
Marines.  Would I be able to resist all those hunky, horny military guys?
Would they want me to?  I could see myself on my knees at night in the
darkened barracks with a line of horny Marines waiting to get their cocks
sucked.  A fantasy, of course.  Just one incident could get me
discharged. I shrugged it off for the moment. That was a long way off and I
had more intimate details to tend to.  I sucked CJ for a long time before I
came up again.

"Am I doing all right?" I asked as I slurped the head of his cock.

"Do you think I would complain?" he said. "Hell, yes, you're doing great."

"Have you had many guys do this for you?" I asked.

"No. Only a few."

"Ever any scouts?" I asked.

"No," he said.

I wasn't sure I believed him; there were just too many opportunities, and I
surely wasn't the first youth to have the longings I did for the hunky,
muscular leader.

"They should give merit badges for this," I said, trying to make light of
it.

"If they do, you'll earn yours easily," he said.

"What else would I have to do to earn it?" I asked.

"Do you really want me to tell you?"

"Yes," I said.

"Well, you would've already earned your first degree badge for
cocksucking," he said.  "To earn the second degree, you would have to take
my load in your mouth."

"How many degrees are there?" I asked.

"Three."

"What would I have to do to earn the third degree?"

"Swallow," he said.

"I wanta earn my third degree cocksucking badge tonight," I said.

"Okay, get back to work on it," he said, urging me back down on his cock.

I moved onto my hands and knees between his legs and began sucking him in
earnest, as if I really were working to earn my cocksucking badge. I didn't
care about a badge, although I would wear it proudly if it existed; I just
wanted to suck his cock.  I slurped on the head and moved my mouth down the
shaft, trying each time to loosen my throat a little more.  I wanted to
take him all the way so bad, and I wondered if there would be an additional
stripe or star on the badge if I managed to swallow his cock down to his
balls.  I wondered fleetingly again about going into the Marines. With this
world suddenly opened up to me, would I be able to keep myself in check
around all those other hunky males.  Or would there be marines so horny
that they would keep their mouths shut if I connected with them.

"Geezusss, you're gonna earn a third degree cocksucking badge with gold
stars," CJ said huskily as he thrust his cock up into my mouth just as I
went down.

"Uunngghhhh!" I choked as his cock thrust up into my throat.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled, but I clasped his butt so he wouldn't retreat, and
bore down hard with my mouth; his cock had burst into my throat, I was
determined to go all the way down on him.  It was a struggle but I fought
valiantly to control my gag reflex.

"Damn, Dean, you don't have to do that," CJ said, sounding shocked.

I moaned and shook my head as I struggled to work my mouth further down the
thick shaft of his cock. The head felt like it was lodged way up in my
throat and I pushed down hard to dislodge it.  It slid deeper and I went
all the way down.

"Geezusss!" CJ swore softly.  "Fuck, I don't believe you did that?" he
gasped in disbelief.

I looked up at the surprised look on his face as he gaped down at where his
cock used to be.  I worked my lips around the hairy base, as if to prove
that it had indeed disappeared down my throat. I held onto him as long as I
could, till my gag reflex won out, and I had to raise up.  I came off of
his cock with a loud slurping noise and a gasp for air.

"Whew!  That is a big cock!" I gasped.

"You don't have to keep trying to swallow it, just handle what you can," he
said.

He lay over sort of on his side with one leg cocked up and I stretched out
with my head on his thigh again and began sucking him without worrying
about trying to take him all the way. He lay with his head propped up,
watching me and caressing my head and my shoulder.

"Fuck, that feels good," he moaned softly.

I nodded and kept sucking.

"You know what you're gonna do to me," he said.

I looked up at him without letting go of his cock.

"You're gonna make me explode," he said.

I rose up, stroking his cock with my fist. "I want it," I said.

"You want my load?" he asked.  "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want you to shoot it in my mouth," I said.

"Okay, but I'll warn you, just in case you change your mind and want to get
off of it," CJ said.

"I won't," I said determinedly, and went back down on him.  I was heady
with pure excitement. I felt like I was in a place I ought to be; a place
I'd been looking for but didn't realize it till now that I'd found it.  I
felt like I was predestined to always be with a man and have a hard cock in
my mouth. I thought of my best friend, Jack, and wondered if he'd ever done
this; if he'd even thought about it.  Of course not. He was too macho
studly to even have such thoughts, let alone act on them.  His thoughts of
sex were about women.  I wondered again how I would fare in the Marines; or
if they would even take me. I wondered if I would be able to hide my little
secret so they would accept me.

I moved my mouth up and down the tall shaft, slurping my tongue all around
the head and trying harder each time to force the head through the opening
of my throat. I half wished CJ would put his hands on my head and force me
down on it, but of course he would never do that. I got off his cock and
kissed down the shaft, down to his heavy balls. I lifted them in my hand
and sucked one into my mouth. He let out a loud moan and I wondered if I'd
hurt him but he didn't stop me so I sucked on it and wallowed it around on
my tongue. After a moment I popped it free and sucked the other one in. I
was surprised when he reached down to work them both into my mouth at the
same time. I would've never tried that on my own. I lay for a long time
just mauling his balls and slurping them with my tongue. He seemed to like
it a lot. He did a lot of squirming around and thrusting his loins in my
face.  When he lifted his butt up and twisted his hips around, I found
myself being attracted to the crack of his butt that I could see just under
his balls. I wondered what lay hidden back under his balls; wondered if I
should go there...if he would let me.  Somehow, there seemed to be
something more private about his ass than his cock or balls...a forbidden
portal, so to speak. Finally, I could no longer resist my curiosity.  I
carefully popped his balls free of my mouth but kept kissing and licking
them, hoping to make him want me to stay where I was. I lifted them and
licked under them. He let out a little gasp and shoved his butt up higher
with his legs spread wider.  I licked lower, till I was licking in the
crack.  When he still didn't stop me I nuzzled my face lower and
kiss-licked further down into the crevice that separated his taut butt
muscles.

Suddenly CJ muttered something like, "You want that?" and let his butt down
and lifted his legs up high and wide apart so his butt was tilted up off
the sleeping bag. "That what you want?" he asked as he pulled his butt
apart.

"MMMnnnn," I moaned as I buried my face in his parted buns.  Godd, did I
ever want it! I had no idea why, what the attraction was...such a thing had
never entered my mind, but his butt was so perfect and beautiful. I flicked
my tongue around his hole, wetting the flurry of dark hair that guarded the
forbidden portal. He groaned and I licked it harder.

"Aaahhhh," he gasped, and clasped his fingers further in the spread crevice
to pull his hole open for me. "Ohh, fuck, Dean, get your tongue in there."

I shoved my tongue through the clenching hole to feel the soft, delicate
tissue of his inner sanctum.  It had the feel of warm, soft velvet, and was
so alive as it palpitated around my tongue. I force my tongue deeper,
causing CJ to cry out.  I loved his ass! I think I loved his ass as much as
I loved his cock, but my first ass tonguing experience was to be cut short.

"I'm getting close," CJ said hoarsely. "And you said you wanted to try
taking my load."

I moved back onto his cock. I sucked him all the harder, to let him know
that I'd heard him and was ready for him. He clamped his big hand over my
head and got a handful of my hair.

"You sure you wanta do this?" he asked.

I nodded and kept sucking.

"Okay, you want it...here it comes."

I braced myself for the unknown.  I wondered if his semen would taste as
good as his precum. His body lurched and shook and I could hear his
breathing become ragged under his soft groans. His cock seemed to get
harder, then it suddenly bolted steely-hard in my fist and the head
ballooned out even larger.  The next instant his semen shot out of the wide
piss slit and hit the roof of my mouth with great force. It was like a
thick rope of the stuff that fairly splattered in my mouth, followed by
another and another, till my tongue was covered with it and I could taste
him. I think I squealed with excitement as I slurped his cock hungrily for
the last moment of his climax.  He moaned, tossing his head back as I
slobbered my tongue around the head of his belching cock.  I was amazed how
much semen he was delivering into my mouth.  I never shot off that much.

His climax, for me, was as exciting as any I had ever experienced, and
suddenly I knew why. I had shot my load too. My cock was throbbing empty
and my asshole was still tight from the palpitations.  I lay there with my
chest heaving, my mouth full of come and warm cock, happier than I could
remember ever being.  CJs fingers relaxed in my hair and I could hear his
heart thumping.

"Damnnn!" he said quietly.

I couldn't say anything with my mouth so full; I wasn't ready to let go of
his cock yet and I wasn't sure what I wanted to with the mouthful of
come. I was getting sort of used to the taste, but I didn't know if I
wanted to swallow it; didn't know if I could.  There was so much of it, and
it was thick.  But I hated to spit it out. It might seem like an insult,
and it would be awkward to get up and unlace the tent to go outside. I
continued to wallow his meaty cock around in his own warm semen.

"You need something to spit it out?" he asked hoarsely as he gave me his
T-shirt.

I took it but I didn't use it.  In that moment, I braved my courage and
swallowed.  I was surprised how easily it went down, although I had to
swallow several times. It just seemed the right thing to do, to make it
complete. To spit out this man's semen would have been insult.

"Awww, Dean," CJ groaned. "Aww, man, you didn't have to do that."

I gulped a couple more times then pulled back off his cock.

"I wanted to," I said.

"Godd, you are awesome," he said, ruffling my hair.

I heaved a big sigh of satisfaction.  "Yeah, it was pretty awesome," I
said.

"Was that your first time?" he asked as he urged me up to lie beside him.

"Yeah."

"That makes it even more awesome," he said.

I kept swallowing to get the taste of his come out of my mouth.

"You need something to wash it down?" he asked.

"No," I said.  I didn't want him to think I didn't like the taste of his
come.

We lay together in the dark for several minutes before he spoke again.

"I'm sure gonna miss you," he said.  He chuckled and added, "I'm gonna miss
you even more, now."

"I wish it could've happened sooner," I said.

"It couldn't have happened any sooner than it did," CJ said. "You just
turned eighteen a little bit ago."

"If one of the other boys came into your tent, like I did..."

"I would send him right back out," he cut in.  "No way am I going to let an
underage boy sleep in my tent."

"If one of them turns eighteen," I said.

"That'd be a different story; I would have to consider the circumstances,"
he said.  "Look, Dean, I wish we could sleep the rest of the night like
this, but we can't," he said.

"I know," I said as I rose up and searched for my clothes. It was pitch
black out and the boys were all asleep so I didn't bother putting them back
on. "Listen, I...I messed up your sleeping bag," I said, embarrassed to
tell him.

"That's okay, it's not the first time," he said, "I'll have it cleaned."

"Thanks," I said. "Thanks for everything."

"See you in the morning," CJ said, without getting up.  I guessed he wasn't
going to bother fastening his tent back up when I left.

I sneaked out of his tent, looking all around as if I expected to see the
boys all standing outside their tents waiting for me to exit the scout
leader's tent in the middle of the night. I headed for my own tent, tucked
back in a grove of saplings.  I tossed my clothes inside and went over to a
tree to take a piss.  I jumped at the sound of a branch snapping underfoot.

"Hey."

I jerked around to see Brandon, CJ's son, coming up behind me.

"Geezuss, Brandon!" I hissed.  "You cut off my piss stream! What're you
doing out of your tent?"

He came right up beside me and I was shocked to see that he was naked,
carrying his shorts and T-shirt in one hand.  What the hell was he up to?

"Were you and my dad jackin' off or something in his tent?" he asked.

I gaped at him in disbelief; frightened disbelief. How could he know? The
tent was tightly secured, and we hadn't made that much noise; had we?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I challenged him indignantly. "You'd
better not let your dad year you saying shit like that."

"Were you?" he insisted.

"Go back to bed, Brandon," I growled.

"I sure heard a lot of moaning and groaning, and somebody moaned, `I'm
getting close.'  What was that all about?" he asked. Then he moved closer
to me, so close that I could feel his body heat in the night chill.  I
moved toward my tent and he followed me.  "Hey, it's okay if you
were...unless you were doing something more than jacking off.  Like giving
him head or something. I know he wouldn't be giving you head."

I turned around, glaring at him.  "I'm only going to say this one more
time, Brandon...go back to your tent and go to bed."

"How about I go to bed in your tent?"

Geezusss, where did a fourteen year old get such balls!

"The assistant scoutmaster told you to go back to your tent."

The voice, although not loud, boomed through the woods like a bullhorn.
Brandon turned around in total fright at the sound of his dad's voice.  I
was just as stunned, and frightened.  The boy didn't move for a moment,
just stood gaping at the formidable, very masculine figure of his naked
father.

"I...I'm s-sorry, Dad.  I was just..."

"You were just causing trouble," CJ cut in as he grabbed the boy by the arm
as he was about to move past him.  "Whatever you think you heard wouldn't
be any of your business, so it wouldn't be worth repeating.  Would it?" His
voice was quieter now, and more menacing.

"No, sir."

CJ let go of his son's arm then and clasped his shoulder.  "Your turn will
come, Son," he said in a more gentle tone.  I could see the boy's tenseness
leave him. CJ urged him in closer and put is arm around him.  My breath
came short as I gazed at the naked father and son standing tight together
in the darkness.  "You understand, these things sometimes happen out here
in the wilderness in the dark of night, when we're all alone," he went on.
"Just like I know it happens with you boys in your tents...doesn't it?"

"W-what?" Brandon asked.

"You guys jack off, just like Dean and I were doing," CJ said.  His open
admission shocked me.  "You've done it yourself, with Cory, haven't you?
And probably some of the other boys."

"Y-yes, sir," the boy said.

"Maybe even jacked each other off," CJ said.

"Yes, sir."

"Then let's leave it at that, shall we?"  CJ said. "You know the rule, what
happens out on a camping trip that ought not to be told, stays out here."

"Yes, sir, Dad."

"Then go back to your tent and we'll see you in the morning."

Brandon stepped around his dad and high-tailed it back to his tent.

"Whew!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry about it. He won't say anything," CJ assured me.

I just looked at him, still reeling from the incident and the way he'd
handled it.

"You okay, Dean.  It's okay, he won't say anything to anybody. I know him."

"I know, I...it's just...what you said...about his turn would come."

He smiled, then laughed.  "He wants to play with the big dogs. I was just
letting him know his time would come, when he is one of the big dogs.  I
told you, I would never let an underage kid in my tent. Not even my own son
on one of these camping trips."

I nodded, still reeling from the implications of his remark.

"You'd better get some sleep, too," CJ said. "Tomorrow's your last day as
my assistant; I'm going to make it a rough one for you."

I smiled and laughed.  "Not Marine rough, I hope," I said.

"Why not? You wanta be a Marine, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I sort of thought I would learn how to be one in basic
training," I said.

"When you get back from basic, come see me," he said.

"Yes, sir. I will."

"There's more," he said.

"More, sir?"

"Yeah, more I wanta show you.  That is if some other big Marine don't get
hold of you first," he said, chuckling softly.

"If he does...what should I expect?" I asked.

"You've heard of high and tight?  That's how the Marines describe their
haircuts.  The description fits your butt.  So you keep it high and tight
for me, okay?"

The dawning of what he meant was gradual and I shivered in the night, not
from the chill, but from the implication of what he was saying to me. It
thrilled me.

"Yes, sir, I will.  I'll keep it that way, for you."



That was my last scout trip, but the story doesn't end there. I joined the
Marines, although I never ended up with my buddy, Jack Whitmore. We saw
each other, though, right after I got out of boot camp; got together for a
weekend pass. I think Jack was as impressed with me as I was him. I know he
looked surprised when we were taking off our clothes to go to bed that
night in the motel room.

"Fuck, dude, the Marines did to you what they did to me," he said with a
big admiring smile as we both stood there in our briefs.

I took a cue from his remark and boldly shoved my shorts down and stepped
out of them. "Well, maybe not quite as much," I joked.  He knew I was
talking about my cock and he shoved his shorts down too.  "Nope, not as
much," I said when his bigger cock swung into view.

Yeah, we slept together, naked...had to, there was only one bed...but, no,
nothing happened, except a few brushes of muscle against muscle in our
sleep but each time one of us moved away.

I called CJ to invite him to my graduation from basic training, not really
expecting him to come, but I thought I ought to invite him.  I asked my
parents too but they didn't want to make the drive. CJ came.  I thought he
had driven down for the day; was I ever surprised when he told me he had a
motel room, and could I get a pass. Shit, I felt myself getting warm and I
knew my face must be flushed.  It was; because CJ laughed.

"Getting hot and bothered, there, Marine?" he asked quietly with a soft
chuckle.

That made me even more embarrassed.  I hadn't had sex with any other guy
except CJ, and hadn't even given it much thought, being so busy with
training.  Hell, I hadn't had real sex with anybody, or anything, except
twice with my hand, both times out of desperation.  I lay in my bunk, under
the blankets with one knee cocked up so nobody would see the motion of me
jacking off.  I shot my load in my hand, the only place I knew to put it,
then I lay there wondering what I was going to do with it.  I couldn't get
up and go to the head carrying a handful of cum, and I sure as hell
couldn't wipe it on the sheets and leave a crusty stain.  I did the only
thing I could; I ate it.  I ducked under the blankets and slurped the stuff
out of my palm then licked my hand clean.  I did it a second time and
decided I'd better not take the chance again.  All I needed was to get
myself pegged as a cum-eater; I would have guys lined up down the middle of
the barracks, waiting for me to suck their cocks.

I told CJ I would try to get a pass, but there was no guarantee. He said he
would wait around at the visitor's center.  I went to the first sergeant
and asked for an overnight pass; told him my parents were there and I would
like to spend some time with them.  He scowled and thought about it for
moment then said okay, but I was going to owe him big time.  I called CJ to
come pick me up.

He picked me up and took me to get something to eat, then stopped and
picked up two six-packs of cold beer to take back to the motel with us. I
wasn't old enough to drink but that didn't matter to me if it didn't matter
to him.

"You can drink beer if you're not driving," he told me.

The motel he was staying at was one of the GI motels just off the base,
where guys met their wives or girlfriends, or took girls they picked up at
one of the bars located just off base.  We started to get out of the car
when CJ paused, with his hand on the door.

"I, uh...didn't ask, and it's not something I should be asking my assistant
scoutmaster, but you're a Marine now...did you want to pick up a couple of
women?" he asked.

"You would do that?" I asked, surprise, because of his wife.

"I don't make a habit of it, but yeah, I would do that, with you, if you
want to," he said.

"Not unless you do," I said.

He smiled and laughed and I saw his washboard abs dance under his thin
T-shirt.  "Well, that's not what I had in mind," he said.  "I can pick up
women at home."

"Okay," I said. I knew what he had in mind and I was glad; I was looking
forward to getting on his big cock again, and getting my hands on his hard
muscles. I felt tingly just thinking about it as we walked to the
door. Fuck, it would be great to have my hands on warm, solid muscle
again. I was surprised to see candles on the two nightstands, and what
looked like might be sex toys spread out on a towel on one stand.

"Make yourself comfortable," CJ said as he lit the candles.

"This is nice," I said as I loosened my tie.

CJ looked at me with a tight, knowing grin.  "Some big stud Marine didn't
already get hold of you, did he?" he asked.

"Oh, no," I said.  "It'd be too risky."

"And this is the first time you've been off base in twelve weeks?  You
saying you haven't had sex for twelve weeks?" he asked.

"Well...twice, sort of," I said, looking rather sheepish.

"How do you sort of have sex?" he asked as he handed me a beer. He knew,
but he was pressing me to say it.

I took a long swig while I decided how I would answer that.  Be up front, I
decided.  "I jacked off a couple of times in my bunk, under the covers," he
said.

"I hope to kiss your ass, it was under the covers," he said, laughing. "But
didn't that leave a big stain that you had to explain?"

"No.  No, I...I took care of it...another way," I said, knowing I was going
to have to explain.

"How?"

I laughed, shaking my head.  "I shot in my hand," I said, still knowing
that wasn't going to be enough for CJ.

"And?  What'd you do, lay there and hold it all night?" he asked as he
peeled off his T-shirt.

I took me a second to answer, not because I didn't know how; the guy took
my breath away, revealing his muscular upper body.  "No, I...I ate it," I
said.

He roared with laughter.  "Damn, son, you must've been desperate," he said.

"I was."

"Well, you won't have to do that now, at least not for this weekend, and
maybe you can get caught up, make up for lost time," he said.

"Fuck, I hope so," I said.

He had his boots unlaced and was stepping out of them at the same time he
was undoing his jeans.  I did the same.  I shed my pants as he was taking
off his jeans and we stood there in our shorts, looking at each other.

"Just so you know...this is gonna be different than the last time, in my
tent," he said.

"Oh," I said, not fully understanding what he meant.

"Yeah, you're a fuckin' Marine now, you're not my assistant...guess you
could say you outrank me.  I'm gonna respect that rank.

"Oh. Okay."  I still didn't understand till he pulled me in tight against
him and kissed me!  What the fuck!  I was stunned, even reared back I
think, but he had me tight in his muscular arms, smashed against his bare
muscles and I soon relaxed and actually started kissing him back. It was
awesome!  I'd never even thought of kissing another guy, but this was
hotter than kissing any girl.  Shit, tongues in each other's mouths,
sucking tongues, biting lips, swapping spit...fuck, I was getting hard
fast, and I could feel he was too.  In truth, I had never gotten hard from
kissing a girl, and now I knew why. My kisses were meant for a man.

He broke away from the waist up with a heave of breath and a chuckle, still
held us tight together from the waist down.

"You trying to tell me something?" he asked with a smile as he smashed his
loins hard against mine, our hard cocks against each other.  "Feels like
you're glad to see me."

"I guess I am," I said.

He reached down between us and felt my cock. "Damn!  Feels like the Marines
added an inch or two," he said.

"No, not that much," I said.  "I guess I did grow a little more though."

He stepped back from me and shoved his hand down inside my shorts, grasping
my cock.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.  Then he removed his hand and peeled my shorts down
my thighs, below my knees till they fell and I stepped out of them. My cock
was standing upward, throbbing, and ball juice was oozing out the head.

"Shit, Marine, I don't know whether to stand and salute it or get down on
my knees and suck it," CJ said.

I was taken aback by his remark; it must've showed when I blinked with
surprise. CJ laughed.

"I told you it was gonna be different," he said, as he went to his knees in
front of me, looking up at me. "I said I'm going to respect your rank."

I stood there with my mouth open, gaping down at him as he wet his lips and
opened his mouth...real wide...fuck, he was gonna take my cock in his
mouth!...CJ was gonna suck my cock!!  He pulled it down from its upward
angle and guided it to his mouth.

"Uuuuhhnnnnnnn!" I moaned as he slid his lips around the head.  He slurped
around it, lashing his tongue along the tender underside.  "AAHHH! Ohhhh,
Fuck!"  I cried out, clenching my fists.

He rose up, fisting my wet cock "I don't know how good I'm gonna be at
this.  You're a hell of a lot bigger than Brandon," he said.

It took a second for it to soak in. Brandon...his son! I gaped at him, my
mouth open.  "B-Brandon?...y-your s-son?" I stammered.

"Yeah," he said taking more slurps at my cock.

"But you said...you said you would never..."

"Oh, we never did anything," he was quick to say.  "I happened to walk up
on him and Josh Brown..."

"Yeah, I remember Josh," I said.

"Well, they had gone swimming and they were coming out of the lake, playing
grab ass, and they grabbed hold of each other and didn't let go.  Next
thing I know, they're both hard and jacking each other off.  Brandon tried
to get Josh to go down on his knees, but Josh wouldn't do it. I stood
behind the tree and watched them till they shot all over each other, then
they went back in swimming to wash it off."

"That must've been hot," I said.

"Not as hot as this," he said, slurping my cock again. Then he went back
down on me.

"Awwwwh, Fuck, CJ, I can't believe you're doing this!" I moaned.

"You got it coming," he said, looking up at me while he licked and fisted
my cock.  "And it's not a freebie," he added with a sly grin.

"What'd you mean?"

"I never fucked a Marine before," he said, still grinning.

"And you think you're going to now?" I asked smartly

"We'll see," he said. "Won't we?"

I didn't think much more about it and he never said anything more; like I
thought he was just kidding around with me.  But that was before he'd
worked his long, thick finger up into my ass and had me dancing around on
his hand at the same time he was sucking my cock.  My legs started shaking
and he urged me back across the bed while he kept sucking my cock and
fingering my asshole. He had me seeing cross-eyed and seeing stars.

"Ohh, Goddd, CJ!...what're you doing to me!  What is that you're touching
up in there?"

He just laughed softly around my cock and kept doing it.  He had me so
close to coming so many times my head was spinning.  I was humping his
hand...fucking myself with his finger.  Then it was two fingers and twice
the pleasure as my asshole was stretched.  I barely noticed that he'd
crawled up on the bed, between my legs.

"I think you're ready, Dean," he said.

"Ready for what?" I moaned.

"For something bigger than my fingers," he said.

Oh, Godd, he was gonna do it!  He was going to fuck his Marine. I couldn't
let that happen. "No," I said.  "No, man, I don't think so," I said.

He laughed, then pulled his fingers out of my ass, still sucking my cock.

"Ohhh...oh, man, you didn't have to stop that," I groaned.

"You want some more of that?" he asked with a soft chuckle, and shoved a
finger back inside me, but only one, and not as deep as before.

"Ohhh, yeah," I gasped.  "Ohhh, yeah, but go deeper...do what you were
doing before...use two fingers and go deeper, find that spot again."

He probed around but with only one finger, and he didn't touch the spot
that was driving me nuts before.

"Use both fingers," I said, squirming around on his hand. But he didn't.

"Can't find it," he said as he poked around inside my ass.  Suddenly he did
find it, and I came right up off the bed.

"AWWWhhhh!  Ohh, fuck, you did!" I yelled. But just as quickly as he found
it, he lost it and I died a little from pure wanton lust.  Suddenly I
realized he was just fucking around with me; teasing me.  Taunting me.  And
working me.  He acted like he was trying to find it again and I was
squirming around, trying to help him connect. But it wasn't happening, on
purpose.

"Maybe if I used something bigger," he murmured as he hunkered up closer so
I felt his cock touching my butt.

I didn't want to get fucked...really, I was scared...but he had me so hot
and worked up, I think I would've let a stallion mount me at that desperate
moment in my life.  So when he hunkered in tight between my thighs, I
lifted my legs up in an open invitation.  I don't know why, or how I found
the courage; it was almost as if my legs raised of their own volition.  He
used some spit and the next thing I knew I felt the hot head of his cock
parting my buns.  I might have tensed up or something and he shoved his
fingers back in my ass and began massaging that spot again, and that did it
for me.  In my lust stupor I found myself pulling my legs higher and
tilting my butt up for him.  I pulled my legs up against my chest. It was
like my brains had abandoned me and my body was inviting him to plunder it.
Which he did; in spades.

He worked me with his fingers for a moment longer till I was about ready to
scream, then he replaced them with his cock. I was only vaguely aware that
he was going in me till I felt the head of his cock buried deep inside my
ass. It happened so damned fast I couldn't believe it was happening, that I
was loosing my virginity.  He mumbled something like, "Fuck, you're taking
it like a stud Marine," and buried his cock to the hilt; I could feel the
weight of his balls against my butt. I started to cry out from the pain,
but I think I was too damned surprised by it all and no sound came out.  He
held me tight, buried deep for a moment till I got used to it and I got my
second surprise at how the pain suddenly vanished and all I was feeling was
hot, throbbing cock sliding back and forth through the lining of my ass.

"Ohhhh!" I moaned with surprise.  "Ohhh, fuck...Awww, CJ...I can't believe
you're doing this to me."

"I'm doing it, stud," he said.

"No, I can't believe how incredible it feels," I gasped.

He laughed and rose up over me, tilting me higher, bending me in half, then
bore down hard on me, like he was trying to nail me to the mattress. I was
finding it harder to breath, I thought from being in the cramped position,
but the harder he fucked me, I realized he was literally fucking my breath
out of me.

"Ohh, Godd...Ohh, Goddd, CJ...awww...ohhh, yesss, fuck me! Godd, I never
thought I'd be saying that."

"Say it again," he said, smiling down at me, as he lunged at me.

 "Fuck me."

"Say it again." He lunged at me again, harder.

"Aww! Fuck me!" I cried out.

"Again!"

"FUCK ME!  FUCK ME, CJ!  Awwwhh!...Ohhh!...Ohh, Godd, you're fuckin' me
crazy!"  Suddenly my head was spinning and I seeing stars. He was fucking
me crazy!  I was on a roller coaster of emotions...gonna cum!...can't help
it...don't wanta shoot yet...but can't hold off!...Oh, Godd...it's
cumminng!  "Awwwwhhhhh...Awww, CJ, Godd, don't stop, I'm cummin'!" I cried.

I heard him chuckle again as he picked up his pace even more.  His pile
driver plunges so deep in my ass turned into jackhammer pounding thrusts.
The bed rocked and creaked and my head banged against the headboard. I
clawed at the sheets; I grabbed the headboard; I clung to CJ's broad
shoulders; I needed something to hold onto so I wouldn't sail off into some
oblivion.

"Ohh, Godd, I c-can't...I can't cum!" I whimpered as the pressure built up
but wouldn't release.  "Ohh, Fuck, CJ, I wanta cum so bad...but I can't!
It won't come! Fuck me harder!"  I was almost in tears now.

"You'll come," he growled as he suddenly pulled his cock out of me and
shoved two or three fingers inside my ass.  He found the spot that drove me
nuts--I would learn later that it was my prostate--and began massaging it
roughly.  I nearly screamed, and clenched my teeth to keep from crying out.

"Come, baby," he said.  "Come on, give it to me...shoot it Son, Daddy wants
your load!"

I'd never willed anything more in my life.  I'd never wanted anything more
in my life.  My prostate ached, he was rubbing it so hard, and I thought I
might explode from inside.  Finally, suddenly, something happened.  There
was a violent vibration deep inside me; he wasn't touching my prostate, but
it was quivering uncontrollably...and then the dam broke.  The trigger
tripped, and I was trembling through the most awesome, incredible climax
I'd ever experienced. I knew it was finally happening when I felt warm,
thick semen splatter on my forehead; knew it for certain when the next one
hit me right in my mouth as I was gasping with pleasure.  Several more
thudded against the headboard, and another in my mouth.  Within a minute, I
was drenched in my own semen, from my forehead, all over my face, on my
neck, and down across my chest and stomach.  I thought vaguely that part of
it had to be CJ's load; I couldn't possibly be shooting off so much stuff.

I felt myself going weak all through my body.  My cock continued to throb
violently, even after it had emptied my balls, and I was fading off.  I
felt my hands slip from the headboard and was barely aware of CJ hovering
up over me, kissing my neck, and I thought he was licking my come off. Then
I was gone.

I came to with CJ sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping my face with a
cold wash cloth. He smiled then chuckled when I opened my eyes.

"W-what the hell...h-happened?" I managed to say.

"Nothing.  Except you just blew the biggest load ever," he said. "Fuck, it
should've been recorded in the Guinness Book."

"I remember it hitting me in the face and hitting the headboard," I said.

"You whitewashed yourself, the bed and the wall," he said, laughing. "I
think it's gonna leave stains on the wall."

I was suddenly awash with not so good a feeling, and CJ saw it on my face.

"What's the matter, Fucker," he asked.

"I don't know, CJ, I..."  I let my words linger.

"Don't know what?" he asked as he rubbed his hand over my stomach.

"I just don't know if...well, if it's supposed to feel so good...I mean, a
guy getting his ass fucked. Is it?"

"You tell me, Fucker," he said.

"Aww, shit, I thought the top of my head was gonna blow off," I said.

"Well, if it felt that good, I guess it was supposed to," he said. "Hey,
don't let yourself get all fucked up in the head over it," he went on. "I
know, you're a big, tough Marine, and you think Marines aren't supposed to
turn their tails up for a big, stiff cock.  Well, don't forget, Dean, I'm a
Marine, too."

"And did you...?" I started to ask.  "You never told me..."

"No, I couldn't tell that to a young, virgin assistant scout master," he
said.  "But you're not a virgin assistant scout master now.  So, yeah, I
turned my butt up for a couple of buddies when I was still wearing the
uniform. Or after they took it off of me, I should say."

"Aww, CJ, I can't believe that," I said.

"You couldn't believe anything could feel so good, either," he said.  "But
if you need proof..."  He let his words linger.

"What, you've got pictures?" I scoffed, jokingly.

"No, live proof," he said.

I wasn't sure what he was saying, but I blinked at the idea that was in my
head. "Aw, CJ, are s-saying...t-telling me you'd let me...fuck you?" I
stammered.

"I will now," he said.

"What do you mean, now?" I asked.

"The only cocks that have been privileged to stretch my tight hole have
been attached to big stud Marines.  And you're one of those now."

"Aww, mann, you've got that right...the privilege part," I said. "Can we do
it now?" I asked eagerly.

"Why do you think I came down here for your graduation?" he said, smiling
broadly.

"You mean you came to my graduation just to let me fuck you?"

"I came down here to take you through your rite of passage," he said. "So,
come on, let's go get showered and see if you've got anything left in that
big cannon of yours," he said as he pulled me up off the bed.

I followed him into the bathroom and stepped in the shower with him when he
had the water adjusted.  He took the soap and started soaping up my back
for me.

"Do you think anything like this might ever happen between you and
Brandon?" I asked.  "It's none of my business, of course, but I'm just
curious."

"I don't know.  We'll play that by ear," CJ said.  "But if you see your old
buddy, Jack Whitmore...tell him I said hi."

Something in his tone made me look around at him. He was smiling, a sly,
knowing smile, and I blinked with surprise.

"No, CJ...are you saying...no, you're not...you and...Jack?!"

He laughed.  "I saw him on the street right after he left the recruiter's
office. He told me he'd signed up and I invited him to my place for a beer
to celebrate."

"He never told me any of this," I said, still reeling from shock.

"No. And he told me not to breathe a word of it to you.  But I figure it's
okay now...you're both Marines and you've both been initiated."

"Don't tell me...you didn't...fuck Jack, did you?" I asked in total
disbelief.

"No, sorry to say, it never got that far. He just wasn't ready at the
time. But he sure squirmed and thrashed around on my fingers when I was
sucking him.  I figure by now, he's probably ready to find out what that
was all about, if he hasn't already.  Did you and Jack ever mess around
when you were kids?"

"No," I said.

"Well, next time you see him...let's just say you guys oughta have a real
good time together."


				  The End


(If you liked the story--or if you didn't--I would appreciate hearing from
you at Peterbilt1228@live.com. Especially if you've had anything like this
happen to you, or anything close; I would like to hear about it.  I get a
lot of my inspiration and ideas from readers).

Thanks,
Pete