Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 11:28:42 PST
From: Billy Bob <billybob661@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Few Good Men 1: Enlisted

A Few Good Men 1:
Enlisted

It all started when my Dad caught me with Kevin.  I was 17 and he was
nearly 19.  We'd met in Graphic Arts class in High School and though it's
another story, suffice it to say Kevin and I had developed a sexual
relationship that had reached a fevered pitch.  We'd just learned the
pleasures of buttfucking and were practicing it just about every day.  Each
day it got better and better.  Kevin was a master cocksman and I was an
eager bottom.  We'd fucked enough times that we knew what each other liked
and so the sex was always hot and nasty.  That's why we never heard my Dad
come home.

As usual, we were in my room on my bed.  Also as usual, I was laying on my
back, legs spread, my knees on Kevin's shoulders while he fed my butt 8
inches of hard uncut cock.  He'd taught me just how hot it could be to take
dick and I was fast on my way to becoming the insatiable bottom I am today.
As so many times before, Kevin had already painted my tonsils with a hot
load of spunk earlier so our fuck was awesome.  And loud.  The way Kevin
would put me through the paces drove me wild and I let him---and the whole
world---know it.  That's really why I never heard my Dad until I saw him
standing in the doorway of my room.

He freaked fucking out!  My Dad started yelling and swinging all at the
same time.  Kevin literally had to fight my Dad off while pulling his pants
on.  Then he had to fight his way out of the house.  I wasn't so lucky.  I
had to stand a face the music as it were.  What followed were a few days of
absolute hell and tense negotiations.  The hell was living with my Dad and
his non-stop ranting about having a faggot for a son.  The negotiations
were actually me begging him not to file charges against Kevin for fucking
a minor.  Finally, when all was said and done, the only way I could get
away from my Dad and keep him from having Kevin locked up was to agree to
my Dad's demands that I enlist in the Marines.  He said they'd make a man
out of me.  Little did he know how true that was.

Even the sick feeling I had two weeks later while riding on the bus to Boot
Camp was better than living with my Dad.  The sense of dread I had at what
the next 4 years of my life was going to be like was still a picnic
compared to the verbal and physical abuse I'd gotten at home.  Frankly, I
was relieved that I was out of the house.

Boot Camp wasn't too bad.  I was in great physical shape to begin with and
those weeks just served to hone me into a tightly muscled fighting
machine. Even though I was surrounded by awesome examples of maleness 24
hours a day I was careful to avoid any obvious interest in any of my fellow
Marines.  It wasn't so hard to do because I was scared at the prospect of
being outed.  All went well and before long I graduated from Boot Camp and
moved on to my first assignment.

It wasn't until about a year after Boot Camp that I was brave enough to
venture out into the gay world.  It took me that long to lessen my fear of
discovery.  Once I did, gay life wasn't hard to find mind you.  Just
outside of Camp Pendleton there's a whole gay scene teeming with activity.
Over the course of the next year I had several encounters with men.  Some
were other Marines but most were men into Marines.  Generally, there was no
pretense of my encounters being anything more than sexual.

Early on in my adolescence I had learned that my good looks turned heads.
It was the girls' reactions to me that I'd noticed first.  That was just
ok.  Actually, it was an annoyance because I never really considered them
interesting in a sexual way.  It's when I was about 15 or 16 and the guys
started paying attention that I really discovered who I was.  Still and
all, I'd only had a few hasty handjobs or blowjobs before I got caught in
Kevin's spell in high school.

I've been told that a lot of guys are intimidated by my good looks.  So,
it's mainly been the aggressive guys that have hit on me from the moment I
stepped a foot into that first gay bar.  The bold and ballsy ones. Almost
always they're tops.  And that's a good thing because that's just the kind
of man I like.

I was only 18 going on 19 when I went looking for dick for the first time
in the bars in Oceanside.  I was scared but too damned horny and naive to
know what was up.  I needn't have been scared.  Right away it became
obvious that I wasn't ever going to have a problem finding a man to make me
feel good.  I wanted to get laid and laid I got!  Lots of guys hit on me.
Some were hot and some were not.  Most got a shot at me though.  I was
young, dumb and full of cum and there were plenty of takers ready to
relieve me of it.

I had lots of sex in those early days off base.  And it was all good to a
certain extent.  It took several encounters before I figured out just what
turned me on the most.  I began to learn stuff.  Like what kind of guy
turned me on.  And what kind of sex I liked the best and that kind of
stuff.  Finally I figured out what my type was.  Taller than me.  Muscular.
Masculine.  Rugged.  Top.  Dark hair.  Hairy chest, belly, legs and butt.
Good kisser.  So, after several encounters, I began to go for only the guys
that were closer to my type.

Boot Camp had bulked my 5'9" frame up from 145 lbs at enlistment to 160 lbs
at graduation.  I'd perfected that with a work out regimen that got
noticeable results.  I'd carefully developed sizeable arms, firm and
pronounced pecs and ripped abs.  Add that to the muscular legs and a high
and tight bubble butt mother nature gave me.  All that with the 31" waist
I've had since puberty.  Although blonde, my skin easily takes a dark tan.
I'm told my big blue eyes look deep into a man's soul.

I don't have much hair on my body.  At least not on my arms, chest and
belly.  Ditto for my butt.  What hair I do have is naturally blond.  I've
got a little under my arms.  There's also a tiny swirl around my navel that
travels in a straight line down to where it joins a crop that hugs tightly
to the base of my dick.  Completely missing my balls it then dives between
my legs and disappears but not before it surrounds my pucker ever so
lightly.  I'm not sure why, but my legs are the hairiest part of my body.

Earlier I said that it took several encounters before I figured out just
what I was looking for.  In a sense that's not totally accurate.  I always
knew that I was a bottom looking for a skilled top.  That much was obvious.
Given that proclivity, my hard bubble butt was a blessing.  A blessing for
me and the many top men that can't resist it.

I said I was naive.  Naive yes, but not stupid.  Always a sucker for a
horny and aggressive top, it didn't take me long to discover that the men
that I found sexy and that really turned me on weren't always drop dead
handsome. When I listened to my dick it seemed that the results were
better.  Some of the best fucks of my young life were from guys who weren't
necessarily the best looking.  Many times they were the ones that got me
all hot and bothered before even laying a hand on me.

Sergeant Kiley was one such guy.  He was 30 and built like a brick
shithouse.  He was a rugged man of Irish descent with a thick pelt of dark
hair just about all over his body.  Far from ugly, he had a gap in his
front teeth and a crooked nose that kept him from winning any beauty
contests.  Yet he couldn't have cared less.  He carried himself like the
cocksure man I grew to know he was.  Because CamPen was a behemoth base
staffed with tens of thousands of men not surprisingly I'd never seen him.
Besides, he was assigned to a completely different area on the base than I
was.

Kiley had pursued me pretty aggressively from the get go.  I was
comfortable in my usual little corner of the bar when he kind of invaded my
space.  I politely blew him off a couple of times but he just came back for
more when he'd see me again.  Finally I gave in one slow night when he
bought me a beer on the sly.  Not being 21 had it's disadvantages.
Attracting men over 21 did.  We shot the shit for about 45 minutes before I
started warming up to him.  He had a great sense of humor and before long I
was at ease.  I started noticing things about him.  Like his naturally
masculine ways.  The hair on his knuckles as he gestured while talking.
The way his lip curled up on one side.  His long fucking eyelashes.  The
scent of him.  He smelled like a man.  No cologne, no heavy deodorant, just
the musk of a man.  It was then I began to feel an attraction to him.
Kiley's gaydar picked up on that and he never missed a beat.

What ensued was the most incredible night of mansex I'd ever had in my
young life.  In many ways that night with him and the many that followed
are the best I've ever had in the sack.  The foreplay started naturally and
long before I even knew.  My first clue should have been the throbbing
boner in my pants!

The man was a master at sweet talk.  Words poured off his tongue like
nectar.  It was then I noticed just how fucking sensuous his lips were.
Sweet talk smoothly transcended into light touching.  His rough man hands
felt good when he gripped my arm when he laughed or made a point.  The
intense interest his eyes portrayed when I spoke coupled with the light
stroking of my shoulder and side only heightened my awareness of the hazel
color of his eyes.  While I was mesmerized by his lips and eyes his talk
took on a decided sexy edge.  Sexy in tone and content.  Concurrent with
that his touch became more insistent.  Even before I was aware of it he was
purposefully stimulating my erroneous zones.

Before I knew it we were in his nearby off-base apartment.  Kiley
skillfully played me like a finely tuned instrument.  His touch, his words,
his manner and his outstanding prowess cast such a spell over me.  Because
of him I achieved sexual highs previously unknown.  The memory of it all
brings a smile to my face to this day.  At a painstakingly slow pace, under
his guidance, we progressed naturally from the most basic man to man
maneuvers to a balls-out fuck scene that left me a changed man.

Kiley helped me discover erroneous zones I never knew I had.  His sloppy,
wet and deep kissing was like none I'd ever experienced.  When his tongue
swirled around my ears my skin exploded into a million goose bumps.
Involuntary moans escaped me when he moved lower onto my neck.  Noticing my
reaction, he continued to pleasure me there.  Laying on top of me he worked
my neck hard as I thrashed in ecstasy below him.  When he picked up the
pace and worked my neck harder, I instinctively wrapped my legs around him
until I was rubbing my butthole along the engorged shaft of his manhood.
If there had been any previous doubt where the night was leading it was
cleared up at that moment.

Neck work evolved into equally pleasurable tit work which moved lower onto
my rippled and heaving belly before swooping down onto my 7 inches of
drooling dickmeat.  After deep throating me nearly to orgasm, he pulled off
and bathed my balls in spit before maneuvering us into a 69 position.  Once
his cock was in position I worked the entire length of it like a starving
man while he sucked me into oblivion.  Suddenly he changed the whole pace
of the action by moving around between my legs and lifting my legs in the
air.  What followed was what seems like hours of the most intense rimming.
On my back, on my side, on all fours and finally on my belly, Kiley feasted
on the tender inner flesh of my fuck hole like a man possessed.  Sure, I'd
had guys eat my butt before that night but, compared to Kiley, they were
all amateurs.  Kiley knew his was around a butt and wasn't afraid to show
it.  Finally, he once again turned me over onto my back, pushed my knees to
my chest and deep tongued my hole until it was an undulating tunnel of fuck
flesh.  As he lowered my legs, I felt the cool sensation of lube being
squeezed into me.  I loved the way he took control.

Then the man crawled up my body, placing my knees on his shoulders.  When
his mouth closed over mine I smelled the scent and tasted the musk of my
butt for the first time.  The thought of it made my hole gape.  As if
guided by radar the slippery snout of his devildog dick found it's target.
By the time he'd slipped his long and lean cock inside of me I was begging
for it.  Once buried to the balls, Kiley proceeded to show me what a true
man fuck was.  Varying depth and speed, he balled me for nearly an hour in
every possible position all the while working my neck, tits and cock.  The
man had incredible staying power.  Not until he got me off did he even show
a hint of getting close to cumming.

After nearly fucking me off with his dick alone, he finished me off by
moving his bone deep inside while rubbing his hairy belly against the
sensitive underside of my cock while he gave my neck a heavy work out with
his tongue.  My orgasm started from my toes.  Thrashing about below him, I
gripped the Stud tightly while I spewed my spunk.  His hardness felt
awesome against my prostate as my hole tightened around it.  It was only
then that he began losing it.

Just as I was about shot out, his cock enlarged noticeably, his breathing
became frantic and he buried his bone to the balls.  That caused my hole to
dilate, forcing yet more of my tender inner flesh onto his hardness.
Kiley's eyes rolled back in his head and he rocketed a weeks worth of wad
inside of me.  His ball beer warmed the depths of my hole as he claimed me
for his own.  My hole seemed to grip and release him with the same rhythm
of his ejaculation.  I didn't want it to end.  I wanted him to stay inside
of me forever.  I wanted to feel his maleness perpetually.  As if he read
my mind, he rolled me over, turning my sensitive inner flesh over his still
hard cock, and lay on my back.  As we lay there cooling off I could we
could each feel our heartbeats in our coupling.

When I crawled out of his bed several hours and three glorious fucks later,
I was hopelessly hooked on the man and his cock.  He'd worked hard for my
ass, treated it right and, by the dawn, he'd mastered it.  Kiley owned my
ass and he knew it.  Until he shipped out for a new duty station some 3
months later, he dicked me several times a week with remarkable precision.

After Kiley left I spent months and months looking for a man that could
master my butt with the same skill he had.  I'd been through dozens of men
with cocks of every size and shape and none of them seemed to be able to
fuck as well as Kiley.  I put out plenty in those ensuing months in my
pursuit of penile perfection.  Although many of those encounters were quite
pleasurable, none came close to Kiley.  Until I met Primer and Gunner that
is.  And that's another story!