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Subject: "Corpsman" (m/m)
Date: 7 Aug 1995 23:36:30 GMT
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                 WILCOX, THE CORPSMAN

Wilcox was a good marine corpsman, no doubt about it. 
He was tops in everything during the first tough weeks
of boot camp, and now that our training was almost over,
he still was number one.  He came into the Corps with a
damn fine body.  Firm, muscular arms and legs, a broad
chest and meaty shoulders, a tough gut and a good round
ass.  Blond, blue-eyed Wilcox was a stud, the kind of guy
you see on the recruiting posters.  More than one horn
recruit had eyed his long, thick shaft and heavy balls
as we stripped down to shower in the barracks.  He had
a light cover of blond chest hair that went down his
front, down the firm ripples of his gut, covering his
crotch and balls.

A few of us guys had gotten it on during boot.  First,
it was just jack-off sessions in the showers at night. 
Five or six guys standing under the water, working their
tools, pretending not to be too interested in each other. 
Gradually we got into playing with each other's cocks,
bringing each other off and spraying our cum on the
shower wall.  And then a couple of guys started sucking
each other, right there in front of us all.  It was a new
experience for me, and I took awhile getting into it. 
First off, it seemed weird, putting another guy's meat
in my mouth.  But I learned to like it, especially the
taste of some corpsman's hot cum as it slid down my
throat.  I started looking forward to sucking-off my
buddies and having one of them go down on my own hard
cock.

Wilcox never took part in the sucking, as much as I
wanted to take his cock in my mouth.  Trouble was that
Wilcox was the meanest bastard in the barracks.  His ego
was bigger than the nine inches of meat swinging between
his legs, and he had a temper to match.  At least seven
guys had fought him since training began, and he beat the
shit out of each one.  It was like he was trying to prove
something to everybody, like he had to let us know he
could kick our asses if he wanted to.  He didn't have a
buddy in the whole barracks.  Even though I wanted the
taste of his manjuice and sweat, I avoided him like the
rest of the guys.

But Bartlett couldn't avoid him.  Bartlett was the drill
instructor.  He was tall, lean and solid, as much of a
stud as Wilcox.  His broad chest and shoulders tapered
to a firm waist, thick veins covered his arms and hands. 
Except for his armpits and crotch, his body was almost
hairless.  He worked out nights in the barracks, wearing
a jockstrap under his sweaty shorts.  From my bunk, I'd
watch him work with the weights, imagining what it'd be
like to suck his tool.  A couple of times I almost asked
to wrestle him on the barracks mat, but each time I
backed off, satisfied with a handjob in my bunk once the
lights were out.


Bartlett had taken Wilcox aside a few times to try to
straighten him out.  He put Wilcox through physical
torture, running him to the point of exhaustion.  But it
didn't change him.  If anything, Wilcox seemed meaner. 
Sweaty, dog-tired and gasping for air, Wilcox would smile
and ask, "Anything else, Drill Sergeant?"  It was like
a challenge but the DI wouldn't go for it.  Instead, he'd
say, "Wilcox, you got a lot to learn about being a marine
corpsman, and I guess you're going to have to learn the
hard way."

One afternoon we all hit the barracks showers at the same
time, coming in from a long day on the obstacle course. 
Twenty or so lean 'cruits crowded into the head,
bareassed, filthy and tired.  The smell of mansweat and
soap filled the shower room as we lathered up.  It was
the best part of the day, one of the things that had
drawn a lot of us to the Corps in the first place.  The
shower area was small, and cocks and asses couldn't help
but touch as we tried to wash.  I hoped a soapy 'cruit
would goose somebody up the ass, signalling the start of
some horseplay that might turn into a circle-jerk or,
better still, a suck-off session.  As tired as I was, I
wanted the taste of marine cum on my tongue.

Wilcox crowded in with the rest of us, his heavy balls
bouncing against his legs.  A guy accidentally brushed
against Wilcox's ass.  Hot and sweaty from one of
Bartlett's extra assignments, Wilcox turned on the guy,
punched his shoulder and pushed him hard against the
shower wall.

"Get your fuckin' cock off my ass, you goddamn queer!"
Wilcox shouted.  We all got quiet, waiting for Wilcox to
explode.  The guy looked frightened.

"What the fuck are you doin?" he said, "I didn't mean to
bump you, man."

Wilcox pushed him again, daring him to make a move.  "You
wanna bump into me, wiseass," he said, "I'll let you bump
into me.  I'll let you bump your fuckin' faggot head on
my fist.  How 'bout it?"

Bartlett, stripped-down and ready to shower, walked into
the area.  "What's going on here?" he asked.  "You up to
some more shit, Wilcox?"

"This guy tried to feel up my goddamned ass," Wilcox
said, "I want a fight with him.  I want to settle it with
a fight."

Bartlett sized up the situation, running his hand through
the hair in his crotch.  "You always want a fight with
somebody, Wilcox.  Wash up," Bartlett said, motioning to
the frightened 'cruit.

Wilcox decided to keep talking.

"Well, if not him, how 'bout you, Sergeant?" Wilcox
grinned, looked Bartlett in the eye, and said, "You been
ridin' my ass in front of these guys long enough.  I want
a shot at you.  I want a fair fight in the gym.  Gloves
and a goddamned referee.  How 'bout it?"

Bartlett's face was expressionless, and he continued to
pull at his crotch hair and the head of his uncut cock.

"I've been waiting for this, Wilcox," he said, "but it's
not going to be in the gym.  It's going to be right here
in the barracks where these guys can see you get beat. 
You know how to wrestle?"  Wilcox nodded.  "Then get your
bareass onto the mat, 'cause I'm going to pin you."

"I need a jockstrap," Wilcox said.

"No, you don't, "Bartlett said, grinning.  "What's the
matter?  You afraid to wrestle bareassed?  Afraid you'll
get a hardon?"

Without warning, Wilcox lunged at Bartlett's legs and
dropped him to the mat in a hold.  Soon Bartlett was free
and working his strong arms and legs around Wilcox's
shoulders and crotch.  The two men struggled hard, their
muscles tense and straining, each seeking a chance to pin
the other.  Bartlett's shoulder pressed into Wilcox's
belly and crotch, rubbing against his shaft.

"Kick his ass," a guy called out to Bartlett.  "Pin his
fuckin' ass, Sergeant!"

Bartlett caught Wilcox in a strong hold and had the
'cruit's shoulders turning, their cocks rubbing against
each other, their sweat glistening and filling the area
with a strong, musky odor.  I could see they were both
getting hard.

Pushing slowly with his powerful legs, Bartlett had
Wilcox's shoulders moving to the mat.  The blond 'cruit
struggled, straining against the DI's muscular body, but
Bartlett made one last push and pinned Wilcox to the
sweaty mat, laying on top of him spread eagle, their
cocks and balls pressed together.  A few guys cheered.

"You two grab his shoulders," Bartlett ordered a couple
of 'cruits, "I'm going to give you a lesson, Wilcox, a
mansized lesson," he said, sweat dripping off his face
onto Wilcox's heaving chest.  "Somebody get me some dick
grease.  Hurry up.  Get me something to loosen this
'cruit's tight asshole."

As two guys held Wilcox down, Bartlett got on his knees
between the pinned marine's legs.  Bartlett's cock was
hard and wet, a good eight inches and real meat.  A thick
vein went down the shaft, like the veins in his arms. 
I dropped my towel and started rubbing my balls, aching
for a taste of cum.

Bartlett took some spit in his hand and stroked Wilcox's
tool.  "Like that, buddy?   I'm going to give you
something you've wanted for a long time.  You think you
can take a good ass-fucking?"

Wilcox was dazed.  He said nothing as the DI rubbed their
hard cocks together.  Naked 'cruits pushed closer around
the mat, playing with their cocks.  "Fuck his ass,"
somebody said, "Yeah, fuck his cherry asshole, Sarge."

Bartlett was handed a jar of lube.  He spread some on his
stiff cock.  He took some on his fingers and said, "You
been asking for it, buddy.  Here it comes."

He pushed one finger up the pinned marine's asshole. 
Wilcox struggled in pain and arched his back, but the two
guys holding his shoulders kept him on the mat.  "Lift
his legs in the air," Bartlett ordered.  "Put his legs
over my shoulders and hold them there."

The DI continued fingering Wilcox's asshole, and once the
silent 'cruit's legs were in position, Bartlett said,
"It'll hurt at first, but you'll like it after awhile. 
Take it like a man, like a stud marine."

Bartlett slowly slipped his meaty tool into Wilcox's
virgin ass, gently pushing the thick shaft about halfway
to its hairy base.  Wilcox moaned and tightened his
muscles.  "Don't fight it, buddy," Bartlett said, "Let
it happen.  You want it bad, so let me fuck your pretty-
boy asshole.  I'm gonna have your cherry, Wilcox.  I'm
gonna pop it in front of your buddies here."

Wilcox loosened up a bit, meeting Bartlett's strokes. 
"Somebody work this 'cruit's cock,"  Bartlett ordered. 
I got on my knees and started pumping Wilcox's shaft, my
hand coated with lube.  My own cock was stiff now, like
the other guys surrounding the mat.  We handed the lube
around, each guy pounding his own cock, a couple of
'cruits stretched out on the barracks floor, sucking each
other, and all of us watching the DI hump Wilcox's
lubricated ass.

"Good.  Keep pumping him," Bartlett said, "I'm gonna fuck
the shit out of you, Wilcox, and I want to see a good
load shoot out of that marine cock of yours."  He pushed
his cock in up to the base and started humping harder,
slapping Wilcox's beefy thighs.

Soon Wilcox picked up the rhythm of Bartlett's thrusts. 
"Fuck it," he mumbled.  "Fuck my asshole, Sergeant.  I
want it."

"Say it louder," Bartlett ordered, "Say it so your
buddies can hear you."

"Fuck me, Sergeant!  Fuck my asshole!  I want your come
up my ass!  I want to feel it in my guts!"

Two guys stood over Wilcox's head, pumping their cocks
and pulling on each other's balls.  They leaned back,
moaning and shooting their cum into Wilcox's face.  "Lick
it, buddy," Bartlett said.  "Let me see you lick that
fuckjuice off your face.  Do it!"

Wilcox tasted the white drops collected around his mouth,
and a few other guys stood over him, pounding themselves. 
Soon Wilcox was covered with marine cum, guys shooting
on his face and belly, as Bartlett's thrusts quickened
and Wilcox's back arched to take the drive.

With one hand tight on Wilcox's tool, I pumped myself
harder.  I grabbed Wilcox's hand and held it on my balls. 
He squeezed my sac, pulling it at the base, and then ran
his fingers through my crotch hair.  I felt a wave of cum
quiver through my guts, and I sent a long arc of the
stuff shooting across Wilcox's belly and chest, just as
another 'cruit shot his load.  I mixed my cum with the
other guy's, working it into the matted blond hair on
Wilcox's sweaty front.

"Squeeze his tits," Bartlett commanded, and I reached for
one, holding it tightly between my fingers, keeping up
with the pace on his cock.  Bartlett's ass tightened up,
his fists clenched Wilcox's legs.

"Here it comes, buddy," he said.  "Take my fuckin' load!"

"Give it to me," Wilcox said, "I want it all!"

I pumped Wilcox harder and faster, and his belly tensed. 
Bartlett gave a deep moan and a quick final thrust. 
"Take it buddy," he said. "Take my cum."

And he shot his stuff deep into the 'cruit's ass, Wilcox
arching his back to meet the DI's final move.

"I'm coming!" Wilcox shouted.  "Pound it, man.  Pound it
hard."  I gripped his tool and dug my fingers into his
crotch.  Wilcox moaned and shot a steady stream of cum. 
I kept pumping and leaned down to taste his juice.  I put
my mouth on his wet dickhead and sucked hard, jacking him
off with my fist.  Another shot poured into my mouth. 
It was sweet and salty, and I swallowed it as I licked
his shaft and belly.

Bartlett slipped out his limp tool, leaving a stream of
cum slowly oozing from Wilcox's asshole.  His body
glistened with sweat as he lowered Wilcox's legs.  I
tongued the fucked marine's asshole, tasting Bartlett's
gism, smelling the sharp odor of Wilcox's crotch.  A
couple of guys finally brought themselves off, shooting
two streams of hot cum on the DI's strong back.

Bartlett stood up on the wrestling mat and pulled Wilcox
up beside him.  He ran his hand through Wilcox's wet
chest hair and down across his belly to his cock.  He
squeezed a few drops of cum from Wilcox's limp dick and
tasted it.  "Now the next time you're feeling mean,"  he
said, "you just come to me or to one of your fellow
corpsmen, and tell us you need a hot marine cock up your
ass."

Wilcox smiled and grabbed the DI's balls, gently fondling
them.

No more worry here, I thought, still tasting his cum in
my mouth.  We all headed back to the showers and washed
up.