Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 06:01:07 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Doug Brady, Marine
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Doug Brady, Marine
It was one of those rare times when the day was over before the sun went
down. Doug Brady finished drying off beside his bunk and slipped into a
pair of white briefs. Then he dug out the only letter he'd gotten at mail
call from his locker. It was only the second letter he'd received from
Scott, his best friend from high school, since he'd been in basic.
"Hey, Doug, mail was kinda slim for you today, wasn't it?" Kyle
Smith remarked as he walked by from the showers, dripping wet.
"I'll make up for it tomorrow," Doug said. He opened the letter
and stretched out on his bunk to read it.
Dear Doug,
First, know that it's taken a tremendous amount of guts for me to
sit down and write this letter. I'm up in the hayloft where I still come
when my head gets too filled up with thoughts I can't sort out. I hope you
are able to be in a quiet place when you read this, although I doubt that
the Marines put much emphasis on quiet places for you guys.
Doug's stomach tightened. Somehow he didn't think this was a
letter he wanted to get. Things clicked and added up in his head. It had
been more than two weeks since he'd last heard from his girlfriend,
Chelsea. Scott didn't write nearly as often as he said he would and now
this, only his second letter, starting out the way it did....it wasn't good
news. He wasn't even sure he wanted to finish reading it. Guys said you
could tell a Dear John letter from reading the first couple of lines. He
let out a sigh and laid the letter on his chest for a moment. This was a
new twist to a Dear John if that's what it was; his buddy writing it
instead of his girlfriend. Suddenly he got up and went outside to the
landing at the top of the fire escape. It was as quiet a place as he was
going to find to be alone. He read on.
I've gone over and over in my mind how I can say this because I
know I'm risking our friendship. But know that you are worth that risk. I
am admittedly afraid of how you might react, and that you might never want
to see or speak to me again. So being the chicken that I am, depending on
your reaction, I won't be here when you come home. I'll be in California
where I will be safe from your scorn and disappointment and your anger.
Having said that?.here goes.
I've had the hots for you, buddy, since our freshman year in high
school. Maybe before, but that's when I can pinpoint it. You can pause
and take a deep breath now, and decide whether you want to finish reading
this. The thoughts have been rambling around in my head for a long time,
but they were buried so deep that I couldn't grab hold of them; or maybe I
didn't want to, or I was afraid to. It's the underlying reason that I
didn't join the Marines with you. I was afraid of trying to live the lie in
those surroundings, if you know what I mean.
I can't help how I feel, Doug, and I'm not sure I would try to do
anything about it if I could. I'm growing comfortable with my feelings, at
least in my fantasies at this safe distance. But it comes down to me
having to reveal these feelings to you, no matter what the consequences. I
guess I need to come out and say it. I'm gay.
God, I hope you don't hate me for that. There is so much more I
want to say but I think this is enough for now till I know how you're
taking it. I would like to come down there to see you so we can to talk
about it face to face, but you might be too uncomfortable with that. I
understand if you are. On the other hand, if you think you can still be
comfortable around me, I will come. Just being with you, being able to talk
to you and knowing you don't hate me will be enough. Even if you do hate
me, I would like to hear it from you face to face. I said I would head for
California where I would be safe from your scorn and your disappointment
and your anger but I will come down there and face you, if that's the way
it is. If I've caused you to be angry and disappointed, you have a right
to confront me with that. I'm going to ask only one thing. That you not
go homophobic on me and punch me out. Before, we were pretty much an even
match, but after twelve weeks of Marine training on top of the muscles you
already had, I don't want to take the chance. Chelsea showed me the picture
of you in your uniform (and out). You are not someone I want to mess with.
(Well, you know what I mean). I'm not sure how anxious I am to hear from
you, but I'll be watching the mailbox every day.
Your friend
always,
Scott
Doug held the letter tightly in one hand as he gazed out over the landscape
of the base; the training areas, flat buildings, trees, dusty roads and
rows and rows of barracks with lights in the windows. He suddenly realized
that he needed to let the air out of his lungs.
"Geezusss!" he swore softly. His brain was in a fog and he had to
fight to grasp what he had read. "He's gay," he said softly. "Scott
Andrews is gay!" He couldn't comprehend it, not in his wildest
imaginations. His thoughts went back to their years of growing up, the
times they had slept over at each other's houses, slept in the same
bed. All the times they had been naked together in the locker room and in
the showers; the times when they had hugged, sometimes naked and sweaty,
when emotions ran high. Did Scott have those feelings then, when their
bare muscles were rubbing against each other....hell, even their cocks
touching! He had never seen one hint that Scott was anything but a stud
like every other guy in the locker room. When did this happen, he wondered.
How did it happen? And how had he missed it?
It was several days before he wrote back. At first he wondered if
he would. But their friendship meant more to him than that. No matter how
he felt, he owed Scott a reply. He just didn't know what he was going to
say. He wasn't even sure how he felt about it. It took him a long time to
try to think of how to respond but he finally decided that he had to
try. He sat down trying to remember all that Scott had written, for he had
destroyed the letter right away for fear that it might be found.
Scott;
Where do I begin? Damn, man, I thought I was getting a Dear John
letter except that you were writing it instead of Chelsea. Let's get one
thing straight (no pun intended). I don't hate you. If anything, I admire
your guts and in a way I appreciate that you were willing to put your
friendship on the line in the name of honesty. Having said that....Buddy,
I was stunned. If there was ever any guy that I would never suspect, it is
you. My reaction, honestly? Unsure, still. I've laid in my bunk night
after night, going over and over it in my mind, trying to figure it out.
Telling me you are gay is one thing. Telling me you've got the hots for
me; well, that adds a whole new dimension that may take me a little more
time for me to deal with. Scorn?.Disappointment...Anger....None of that
registers with me. I am full of questions, though. Like, how did it
happen? When did it happen? When did you know? Starting back in grade
school, I remember all of the times we stayed over at each other's house
and I never had a clue. Or was it later, in high school? I've tried to
think of all the times....shit, I never had a clue then, either. I guess
it must have been in high school; you said since our freshman year. Does
anyone else know? Are these dumb questions? Maybe, but I'm full of dumb
questions right now.
DON"T move to California. I am open to talking about this. Shit,
when was there ever anything we could not talk about? We've always been
open and up front with each other. I just never expected THIS to come up
front and hit me in the face. You've said a dozen times that you would
come down to see me but I haven't seen hide nor hair of you. I guess we
could both agree that this might be a good time. I would like for you to
come down although I don't know when. That will have to be arranged with
the Marines. Tell you what, though, you promise not to try anything, I
promise not to hit you (ha); I'm not that stupid.
YOUR buddy always
Doug
He waited anxiously for a reply. He couldn't imagine what Scott might
write back. He had a hard time imagining them talking about it, by mail or
in person. But it was out there and it had to be talked about. He was
nervous every day at mail call, anxious for a letter but half-hoping he
didn't get one. There was a tiny part of him that didn't want to confront
the issue; that didn't want to face his old friend. It was two weeks later
when a letter arrived.
He waited till after chow then showered and dressed and walked down
the dimly lit company street with the letter in his pocket. He stopped
under one of the street lights where he could see to read it.
Dear Doug;
I can't begin to tell you how relieved I was to get your letter. I
was almost afraid to open it. I wondered at first if it wouldn't be wise
to burn it without reading it and just pack my bags for CA. Instead, I
hope now to be packing my bags for SC.
I'm glad you don't hate me. It took a lot of guts to write what I
did but I'm not sure that's something worthy of admiration from you, and
thinking about it, I'm not sure how smart it was to put our friendship on
the line like that. Honesty is good, but too often it hurts the wrong
people. I was willing to take the hurt, but I never wanted to hurt you and
I risked doing that. I can understand that I've thrown you a curve that's
going to take some time for you to deal with. That's okay.
As for how or when it happened? I don't know exactly when. Maybe
it was as early as grade school although I can't remember any particular
thoughts; only that I loved being with you and I admired your body and your
athletic prowess and I wanted so damned bad to be like you. And yeah, I
cherished those times, too, when we stayed over and slept together. I
remember I couldn't sleep with you so close beside me. But there wasn't a
name put on it at that time. By high school I was beginning to come to
grips with it and it scared the hell out of me. No doubt, by then I was
advancing beyond mere admiration for your muscles; we'll leave it at that
for now.
I can understand you having so many questions. So do I. As for
HOW it happened. I can only say it's not something I chose for myself. I
didn't wake up one day and decide I was going to be gay. It's something
that is. That's the best I can explain it.
Thanks, Doug, for being willing to see me and talk about this. I
can't ask any more than that. I know I said I was going to come down and
see you but now you know why I haven't. I didn't trust myself. I didn't
trust myself being with you and I was afraid of doing or saying something
that would give me away. With that out of the way for the time being, it's
easier to talk about other things. First, know that there is no way you
would get a Dear John letter from Chelsea. She's nuts about you. I don't
want to sound too gross, but she's going to be all over you when you get
home. I've never seen a girl so crazy about a guy. Anyway, if you ever do
get a Dear John, you know now that it won't be because of me.
The job is okay. It's no-brainer work but I like it and working in
a warehouse keeps me in shape. I also still work out. By the way, no one
else knows. I haven't felt the need to tell anyone else. Hey, when you
left, I said I would write and you said you would send pictures. I'm
writing. Send pictures.
Your buddy,
Scott
Doug heard the crunch of footsteps but was too engrossed to pay any
attention.
"Dear John?"
Doug looked up at the guy walking past him. "Yeah," he lied.
"Bitch. Come on, I'll buy you a beer," the guy said.
"Uh, no....no, thanks. I've got some thinking to do," Doug said.
"Thinking about a Dear John is not good," the other Marine said.
"The best thing to do is, number one, get rid of the letter; number two,
talk about it with somebody; and number three, forget about her, and at the
earliest opportunity, get laid. You're a Marine, that'll get you all the
girls you want. But the first best immediate remedy is a beer. It helps
numb the hurt."
"No, thanks. I appreciate it, though," Doug said.
The guy walked on and Doug was alone under the street light with
Scott's letter. Stuffing it into his pocket, he half wished he had taken
the guy up on his offer. Suddenly he took off running to catch up with
him.
"Hey, hold on. I'll take that beer after all!" he called out.
"Good man," the guy said. He waited for Doug to catch up with
him and clamped him on the shoulder and stuck out his hand. "Conner Best,
from E company."
"Doug Brady. A company."
"Let's go get you a beer," Conner said.
Doug liked Conner. He was open and friendly and he needed
somebody like that at this time in his life. They walked into the crowded
PX and Conner got them two beers.
"If you try real hard you can pretend this isn't 3-2 and it'll
have the desired effect," Conner said as he slid into the booth across from
him.
"I don't know if even the real stuff would help right now," Doug
said.
"Well, let the healing process begin," Conner said as he raised
his glass in a salute.
Doug clinked his bottle against Conner's and they both took long,
hard drinks.
"So, wanta tell me about it? How long did you go with her? Is
it your best friend? It's usually your best buddy, the guy you trusted to
look after her. Hey, it's not from your wife, is it?"
"No, I'm not married," Doug replied. Something about Conner made
him want to tell him the truth of the matter.
"High school sweetheart?" Conner asked. "That's the most
common. It's all very romantic when her man goes off to the Marines, she
gets to talk about it with all her friends and go ga-ga over your letters
and showing pictures of you in uniform, but after a while the novelty wears
off and other guys start looking good to her."
"We've been together since high school," Doug said. "But it's
not from my girlfriend."
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Conner swore. "It is your best friend, and she
had him write the fuckin' letter?"
"No, no. It wasn't exactly a Dear John," Doug said.
Conner scowled. "You said it was."
"I lied," Doug admitted. "Actually....shit, man, you're not
gonna believe this.?it was from my best buddy from high school....telling
me he's gay."
Conner's mouth dropped as he reared back in a double-take. He
looked all around then leaned over the table. "Say that again, only
softer, just to make sure I heard you right."
"You heard me right," Doug said.
"Your best friend is gay?! Geezuss, how does a guy have the
balls to tell you that?"
Doug laughed. "That's not the worst part," he said, shaking his
head. "He's got the hots for me."
"He said that?!"
"Quote."
"Damn! What're you gonna do? What're you gonna say to him? Or
are you even going to write back?"
"I don't know," Doug lied. "It's going to take a while to get
over the shock."
"You didn't have any idea?"
"No. He was a jock, just like me. We played sports from grade
school all through high school. I never had a clue."
"Shit, this could be worse than a Dear John, in a way," Conner
said. "You can get another girlfriend. It's pretty hard to replace your
best friend." Then he smiled, a wide, mischievous grin that made his eyes
dance. "But, hey, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. Maybe you shouldn't
replace him. Maybe it'd be real handy, having a best friend that's gay.
You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean but I don't think I could do that to
him," Doug said.
"No, you've got it backwards. He does it to you."
"Naw," Doug said, shaking his head. He took another drink of
beer. "That would be too weird. Maybe I can just forget about it, forget
he ever told me."
"Yeah, right," Conner scoffed. "Like you're gonna go home and
come face to face to this guy and not give it a thought that he's gay, that
he's got the hots for you and wants to drag you off to the woods. Every
time you look at him, you're gonna think about his lips wrapped around some
guy's cock, and him wanting to put 'em around yours."
"I don't know," Doug said. "I don't know what I'm going to do."
The place was closing and they had to leave. They walked back
together toward Doug's company.
"You ever had a blow job?" Conner asked.
"No."
"Well, if you ever wanta find out what it's like, there's a guy
over in Delta Company."
"How the hell do you know that?" Doug asked.
"Trust me, a lot of guys know."
"How the hell can he even still be in the Marines if so many
people know about him?"
"Who's dumb enough to ruin a good thing?" Conner said. "Anyway,
if you're interested, I'll set you up."
"Like, where?"
Conner laughed. "This is the best part. The field sergeant
knows about him, too. He furnishes the place....his room, right in the
barracks....for return favors from the guy, of course, any time he
wants. Shit, some nights the guy sleeps in the sergeant's room."
"You're telling me there're a hundred guys who know this guy is
taking guys in and out of the first sergeant's room and nobody reports it?"
"Well there're not a hundred guys who KNOW it. And those that do
don't want to ruin a good thing," Conner said.
They were at Doug's barracks. They said good-night and Conner
said to come over and look him up sometime. As he was undressing in the
soft darkness Doug began to feel guilty about telling Conner about the
letter. It was sort of like betraying Scott. He decided he needed to
write to him, right then. He dug his writing kit out of his locker and
went out to the outside landing where there was more light.
Dear Scott;
I don't like thinking that you are relieved over my letter or that
you were afraid to open it. What else did you expect from your best
friend? I can't think of anything you could do that would put our
friendship at risk. I will tell you, I was surprised but flattered to learn
that you admired my body and my athletic prowess. There's a weird kind of
pride, knowing that you wanted to be like me but hey, there was no reason
for you to be like me. You were a jock yourself. Sorry I kept you awake
all those nights that we slept over (ha).
Scott, I don't know how you came to grips with it, but I admire you
for that. Hell, I'm wrestling with it myself, and I'm not the one who is
gay! I can only imagine how it scared the hell out of you when you first
faced it. I only hate it that you went through all of this back in high
school by yourself. Of course, maybe I couldn't have dealt with it back
then. I don't know....I can understand how it would be pretty hard for
you, being in the Marines.
Fuck, don't thank me for being willing to see you and talk about
it. You make it sound like I'm granting you an audience. I'm not the
pope. I'm glad to hear that I'm in so solid with Chelsea. You never know.
I know a guy who was engaged when he came in and he got a letter saying she
had fallen in love with his best friend, who was supposed to be taking care
of her. I guess he was taking care of her all right. Good to know that
you will never be the cause of a Dear John from Chelsea. I had to laugh
over that one. I'm not gonna mind her being "all over me" when I get home.
I intend to be all over her, too. I'll put in for a pass and let you know
what happens. Stay in shape!
Your buddy,
Doug
Despite the tone of his letter Doug wasn't sure he believed it all himself.
He wasn't sure he felt the way he said. He was having a hard time
imagining Scott doing anything like that....taking a guy's cock in his
mouth. Taking his cock in his mouth!
He went back inside to get some pictures from his locker to enclose
with the letter. Maybe it was pride, or something else; maybe it was
cruel, but he included pictures of himself in his shorts that some guy had
taken when he was snapping pictures of everyone all over the barracks. He
sealed the letter and put it in the mail drop box then crawled into his
bunk. He thought about the guy Conner had told him about. Gotta stop
thinking about it. Getting a hardon. He turned over on his stomach and
buried his hardening cock in the mattress.
The next day he put in for a pass. He got the usual crap from
Sgt. Harris; what had he done to deserve a pass?
"I don't necessarily deserve it, Sarge, that's the reason I'm
asking for it," he told him.
Harris softened and assured him it would be on his desk for the
weekend. Doug panicked. He hadn't expected to get a pass that quick and
he didn't know if Scott could make it on such short notice. But he
couldn't tell Sgt. Harris he wanted the pass at a later date; chances were
good that he wouldn't get one at all. He had to call Scott; there wasn't
time to write. That night after chow he went to the bank of phones outside
the service club.
"Doug! Damn, I'm glad you called!" Scott exclaimed. He sounded
a little breathless.
"It's good to hear your voice," Doug said. "Look, I've only got
a minute. I got the pass, but it's for this weekend."
"I can do that," Scott said.
"You can? Great! But you need to understand that my plans can
change at the last minute. One of the officers or NCOs can get a burr up
his ass and cancel the pass for any reason, or no reason. So you could be
coming down here for nothing," Doug warned.
"I'll take that chance," Scott said.
"Okay. I'll make the arrangements from this end," Doug said.
"Great. I'll see you, uh....when? I mean, what time, and
where?" Scott asked.
"I won't get off duty till after Saturday morning inspection,"
Doug said. "It's usually over by ten unless somebody screws up. I'll have
a room at the Falcon. I can probably be out there by noon, in time for us
to get something to eat."
"The Falcon, is that a motel?" Scott asked.
"Yeah. I'll give them your name so you can get a key in case you
get there before I do."
"All right."
"There's a cafe right next door," Doug went on.
"All right," Scott said again.
There was an edge of uneasiness coming into their tone and Doug
cut it off with a quick "Okay, good-bye, I'll see you."
Inspection went well. Nobody fucked up and they were dismissed by
nine-thirty. Doug picked up his pass and headed for the main gate where he
got a cab to the Falcon Motel. It would be too early to check in but he
wasn't going to hang around the base.
Scott wasn't there yet so he went over to the cafe to wait. It
grew into an agonizing wait. The more time passed, the more unsure he was
about them meeting. How do you greet your best friend after he's told you
he's gay? He sat at a window booth and watched every car that drove up.
He wondered if Scott had changed much. Other than being gay. Finally, he
saw him get out of a Jeep that had pulled up in front of the motel. He
jumped up, grabbed his bag and rushed outside as Scott was heading for the
motel office.
"Hey! Scott! Over here!" he yelled as he walked across the lot to
meet him.
How to greet him wasn't a problem. It came natural. They shook
hands and Doug dropped his bag and they pulled each other into a tight bear
hug, just like they did when Doug had left for the marines; like they had
done hundreds of times on the football field and in the locker room. It
felt different this time, though, feeling Scott's hard muscles pressing
against his own. He had never been aware of that feeling before, even when
they hugged skin to skin in the locker room.
"Damm, it's good to see you," Doug said.
"Yeah, you too," Scott said, sounding a little out of breath. He
looked at his watch. "Inspection must have gone okay."
"Yeah, we manage to pull it off now and then," Doug said. "I
wasn't expecting you this soon but I didn't want to hang around the base.
It's too early to check in so I've been waiting in the cafe."
"Did you eat?" Scott asked.
"Uh....yeah, about five this morning," Doug said.
"I stopped for breakfast about an hour ago," said Scott. He picked
up Doug's bag and they walked over to the Jeep.
"When did you get this?" Doug asked.
"About a month ago."
"Work must be going okay," Doug said.
"I get by," Scott said with a smug grin. "Here," he said, tossing
him the keys. "I want you to show me around. Can you take me on base?"
"Sure, all you have to do is sign in," Doug said as he snatched the
keys out of the air. "Are you sure you want to trust me to drive this
thing?"
"Shit, if you can't drive a Jeep, you sure as hell don't belong in
the Marines," Scott said.
"Okay, let's go show you my world," Doug said as they climbed into
the Jeep.
Scott wanted to stop in at an army surplus store they passed. Doug
liked the place, too, for those things he couldn't get at the PX, such as
training manuals. Scott bought a pair of fatigue pants, a pair of PT
training shorts, and a couple of T-shirts. As they were walking back to the
Jeep, he said. "Damn, it even smells studly in that place."
"Smells like regular Marine stuff to me," Doug said.
"That's what I mean."
They drove to the base and Doug took Scott into the gatehouse to
have him to sign in. As a bull-shit precaution, the guard asked to see
Doug's drivers license.
Scott was all eyes as they drove on the base. "Uhh....do you think
you can handle this?" Doug asked with a sly grin.
Scott looked at him and laughed, an easy laugh.
Doug drove around the base, showing Scott the training fields, the
rifle range, and the infiltration course and explained the training as best
he could.
"I can easily imagine you out there doing all of that stuff," Scott
said.
"I couldn't, till I found my sorry ass out there," Doug said.
"Don't tell me you were scared," Scott said. "I never knew you to
be afraid of anything or anybody."
"You don't know fear till it grabs you in the belly, and you come
face to face with a DI," Doug said. "And I guess I never knew I was going
to learn a hundred ways to kill a man."
"It is the Marines," Scott pointed out.
"Hey, do you want to go to the PX?" Doug asked.
"Sure."
"If you see anything you want, I'll have to buy it for you," Doug
told him.
They spent over an hour in the PX. Scott picked out a Marine banner
and some stationery with the Marine emblem on it. He picked up a heavy
Marine diving watch to examine it.
"Am I allowed to own one of these?" he asked
"Sure," Doug said. "You're awfully gung-ho about the Marines," he
chided him.
"Shouldn't I be? My best friend is one."
Their last stop was the barracks. Doug pulled the Jeep into a
graveled lot with large rocks lined up around the perimeter.
"What's this?" Scott asked.
"It's where I live," Doug said. "That's my barracks."
"You're going to take me in your barracks? I didn't know that was
allowed."
"I can take a guest in....a male guest....during off-duty hours,"
Doug said. They walked across the lot. "There's not much to see, really,
I just thought you might want to see it."
"Oh, I do," Scott said. "The more I see, the more I understand
your life as a Marine."
"Well, it's a lot more than I'm showing you."
Scott was like a little boy in Disneyland, Doug thought. He walked
him through the downstairs, showed him the showers and the latrine. Then
he took him upstairs. "That's my bunk, down at the end," he said as they
walked down the aisle between the rows of stacked bunks. Scott stood
looking down at the bunk for a long moment, then looked around the area.
"Not much space, I know," Doug said, "but all we do is sleep here
and it's a place to keep our shit, in the locker."
Scott was quiet as they walked back through the barracks.
"How come you're so quiet?" Doug asked. He thought Scott might be
feeling bad that he hadn't joined the Marines with him, and he was sorry
he'd brought him on base. He didn't want it to seem like he was rubbing it
in.
"Just thinking, trying to picture you here," Scott said with a wave
of his hand, "living with a hundred other guys. It's such a different
world. It might be hum-drum to you, but it's very impressing....almost
overwhelming....to an outsider like me."
"Well, I'm glad you're impressed," Doug said, a bit more relieved.
"It must make you feel like such a stud just putting on the
uniform," Scott said.
"It's work clothes, just like anyone else," Doug said.
"The dress uniform certainly isn't work clothes."
"Okay, that makes you feel like a stud," Doug admitted.
"Not that you need a uniform for that."
Doug looked at his watch. "Come on, I'll see if I can get you into
the mess hall."
Scott had to sign in as a civilian guest and Doug had to pay for
his meal. The placed seated about three hundred and it was full. They got
in line.
"I hope you don't mind waiting in line," Doug said. "That is
really what the Marines is all about."
"No, I don't mind at all. This is all a real experience for me."
The guy in front of them turned around. "Civilian buddy?"
"Yeah," Doug said.
The guy laughed. "You don't know what an experience you're in for,
eating here," he said to Scott.
They went through the chow line and found a table. "I must stick
out like a sore thumb," Scott said.
"No, you don't. He just overheard you say it was an experience
being here. A Marine wouldn't say that."
Several guys came by their table to speak to Doug. He introduced
them to Scott as his brother.
"I didn't know you had a brother," one of them said. "You never
mentioned a brother."
"He's adopted, I don't claim him unless I have to," Doug joked.
"How come he's not in the Marines?" another asked, looking Scott up
and down. "Looks like you would fit the uniform," he said to Scott.
"He's the smart one," Doug replied.
They took their time eating. For some reason, Doug wasn't in any
big rush to get to the motel. And Scott liked the atmosphere of the mess
hall, being among such brave, studly young men. He went back for seconds
when Doug said it was okay, and urged Doug to go with him. All the while
he was thinking that Doug might come back to the barracks instead of
staying in the motel.
"The food isn't all that bad," Scott said as they sat down again
with full trays. "It certainly looks like it keeps everybody healthy."
"Can I ask you something?" Doug said out of the blue.
"Sure."
"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but does it bother
you, sitting here among all these guys?"
It took a moment for a smile to come across Scott's face.
"It could if I let my imagination run wild," he replied, looking
all around.
They sat and talked till the place was thinning out. Doug looked
at his watch. "We could probably get checked in if you want to go back to
the motel," he said. "Unless you want to see something else."
"No, let's go back," Scott said.
Driving back through the base, they passed a playing field where a
bunch of guys were playing touch football. They had their shirts off and
wore athletic shorts. Doug slowed down.
"Do you want to stop and watch?" he asked.
"No, that's okay," Scott said.
"You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little awkward with this; I
just want you to enjoy your visit. So if there's anything you wanta see or
do, or if you want to spend more time someplace, just say so."
"Trust me, I'm enjoying every minute," Scott assured him.
Doug noticed that he didn't draw his eyes away from the players
till he had to.
As they were driving out the gate, Scott asked in a curious tone,
"Why did you slow down back there, and ask me if I wanted to stop and watch
them play ball?"
Doug was a little a taken aback by his question. "I don't know, I
thought you might want to watch," he said with a shrug. He glanced over at
him. "Okay, I thought you might want to get a real good look at the guys."
Scott smiled. "Thanks. That's very considerate and understanding,"
he said.
"You need to know, this is sort of awkward for me," Doug said. "I
mean, I don't really know what to say, or how I'm supposed to treat you."
"You're doing fine," Scott assured him.
They were quiet during the short drive back to the motel.
"I hope they've got our room ready," Doug said, to break the
silence. But hearing himself say it made him feel funny. He wasn't just
checking into a motel with his best friend; he was checking into a motel
with a gay guy. At the motel, before getting out of the Jeep, Doug said,
"For the record, I checked us in as brothers," he said.
Scott gave him a funny look. "Okay."
"That's in case anybody happens to see us going in or leaving the
motel," Doug explained. "That's the reason I introduced you as my brother
back in the mess hall."
"I guess that's the smart thing to do."
They went in together because Doug said it wouldn't look right for
him to go in by himself with another guy waiting in the Jeep. They both
registered and he glanced over to see Scott using his last name, Brady.
Then Scott pulled out his wallet.
"You're not paying for this," Doug said.
"Yeah, I am."
"Wrong," Doug said, pulling out his wallet.
"Okay, we'll split it," Scott said.
"Look, do you really want to mess with me?" he warned.
"Okay, okay, Bro," Scott said, laughing. "It's not worth fighting
over."
They picked up their keys and drove around to the back of the
motel. It was built almost in the side of the mountain, on the order of a
lodge, three floors with a high-pitched roof. The large lobby downstairs
had a fireplace and rustic furniture, with mounted heads of wild game on
the walls. Their room was on the top floor. Doug had to keep his hand
from shaking as he unlocked the door. The room was furnished much like the
lobby, with a big four-poster bed and the head of a ten-point buck on the
wall over the headboard. He noticed immediately that there was only one
bed. Stupid! He'd forgotten to ask for two beds. Well, he couldn't make an
issue of it now. It was a king-size bed, there was plenty of room.
"This is nice," Scott said as he looked all around. He went to the
sliding doors that opened onto a balcony. "Yeah, real nice."
"Not much of a view," Doug said, "unless you like looking at the
side of a mountain."
"It beats looking at the parking lot," Scott said as he went back
inside and began unpacking his bag. Doug stayed out on the deck.
"Aren't you going to unpack your shit?" Scott asked.
"Naw, I didn't bring that much," Doug said.
Scott laughed. "You know how to travel. I'll bet you've been here
before."
"A couple of times," Doug admitted.
"I'm going to shower off some of the road grime," Scott said.
"Okay." Doug glanced at his watch; he seemed to be doing that a
lot. It was past three-thirty; still a lot of the afternoon left. It was
going to be a long night. He half wished he'd gotten the room for just
Scott; he could've visited with him then gone back to the barracks for the
night. But it was too late for that. He turned the television on; he
wanted to have something to occupy his attention when Scott came out of the
bathroom. He wasn't prepared when he did.
Scott came out still drying off, naked as when they used to shower
together back in school. Doug was a little surprised to see him in such
great shape. He had put on muscle that didn't show under his clothes and he
didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He was ripped and tanned except for a
very narrow white strip around his waist. A very small white strip which
made Doug wonder what kind of swimsuit he wore, and where he went to wear
it. He tore his eyes away from the guy's naked body and focused back to
the television.
"That shower is great," Scott said. "It's got four shower heads.
But you probably already know that," he added with a grin.
"No, I never had a room here with four shower heads," Doug said. He
was glad when Scott put on a pair of shorts. They were the skimpiest
shorts he'd ever seen, but he couldn't deny that Scott looked good in them.
He wondered where he got them. He wondered how he would look in a pair.
Scott sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down to test
the mattress. "You need to let me pay for half of this," he said.
"I thought we already had that settled," Doug growled. "You had the
expense of driving down here." He asked about Chelsea to change the
subject. Strange that he hadn't thought about her before that moment.
Scott filled him in on everything he could think of; even where
they went on their "dates."
"I really am glad you're there for her," Doug said. "Keeps her
from going astray," he added with a sly grin.
"Who keeps you from going astray?" Scott asked.
"I don't need a keeper," Doug said.
"You, uh....said you've been here before," Scott said. "Would
Chelsea be okay with that? I mean, is it something you guys talked about
before you left?"
"Yes, it's something we talked about and no, she would not be okay
with it," Doug replied sternly. "And I hope I can trust you not to mention
it to her."
"You know me better than that," Scott said.
"Just be careful you don't slip," Doug said. "I know it's
hypocritical of me, but after a while it just builds up. I don't know,
sometimes I think the training pumps too much testosterone and I gotta get
rid of it."
"Did you and Chelsea ever....you know, before you left?"
"No. Chelsea and I have never done anything together."
Scott's mouth dropped. "You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not kidding. She would never let me, and I respected
that. Not enough not to keep trying, but I respected it."
"But she's crazy about you," Scott said.
"Maybe so, but she sure knew how to keep the lid on things."
"Somehow, I don't think she would mind your blowing off a little
steam now and then," Scott said. "Hell, you're in the Marines."
"Somehow, I don't think that would cut any ice with her," Doug
said.
"So you're never going to tell her."
"Not till we've been married for about fifty years," Doug replied.
They talked of sports, and how the team was doing. Not very well.
Not well at all, since their senior year. They talked about Scott's job.
He was an assistant foreman, with fourteen guys working under him.
"That's impressive. I've got nobody working under me," Doug said.
He looked at his watch again.
"Are we going to eat supper at the cafe, or do you want to go
someplace more exotic?" he asked.
"Unless you're starving, I ate enough at the mess hall to hold me
till morning," Scott said.
"Okay, we'll get a pizza," Doug suggested. He ordered the pizza
and two six-packs of beer.
"Would you rather have gone out?" Scott asked when he hung up the
phone.
"No, pizza's fine," Doug said but he knew his tone wasn't very
convincing. Yeah, he would've rather been able to be out of the room. He
fixed a glass of ice water and walked out onto the balcony. Scott came up
beside him.
"Doug, are you nervous about all of this?" he asked. "Because if
you are?.."
Why should I be nervous?"
"You just seem a little uncomfortable, and.....well, you've been
here before, but obviously never asked for two beds, and I think you forgot
to this time. What I'm saying is, if you want to go back to the barracks
to sleep, I'll understand."
"Naw, I'm always sort of on edge. It gets ingrained in you, from
the training," Doug said. He looked back into the bedroom. "It's a
king-sized bed and besides you promised not to try anything, remember?" he
joked.
"Yeah, I'm always making stupid promises I gotta keep," Scott joked
back.
Doug downed three beers with his pizza. It felt good. He needed
the buzz to help him relax with his old buddy. If he were more relaxed,
maybe Scott wouldn't be so uptight about him being so uncomfortable. When
they were finished eating they went out on the deck with their beers. Scott
held his bottle up in a toast.
"Here's to old friends," he said.
Doug returned the toast and they both downed a long swig of beer.
"Looks like the Marines taught you how to drink," Scott said. "I
don't know if I can keep up with you."
"It's not a drinking contest," Doug said.
"Well, just so you know, beer makes me sleepy, horny and it makes
me piss all night," Scott said.
"If you're asleep, being horny isn't going to do you much good
anyway," Doug joked. "Just don't piss the bed."
"And if I was horny and sober?"
"I was just joking," Doug said. He was feeling the effects of the
beer himself, and it scared him a little that he might not be able to keep
his senses about him. It was the last of a six-pack, and they had downed
it in a pretty short time. It was a good feeling, though. Relaxed,
laid-back, at ease. They both agreed it was time to go to bed.
"Which side?" Scott asked at the foot of the bed.
"Doesn't matter. It's not an issue with me anymore, sleeping in a
bunk all the time."
Again, Doug kept his eyes averted as Scott undressed. He didn't
know why that was such an issue all of a sudden. At the last moment he
stepped out on the balcony for some fresh air. Down to his shorts, Scott
crawled in bed, leaving the side closest to the balcony for Doug. When he
came in from the balcony, Doug left the sliding doors open. It was
impossible now not to look at the guy lying there in those skimpy, white
briefs that contrasted so with his dark tan. He pulled his shirt out of
his jeans and shrugged it off. He unbuckled his belt, aware of Scott
watching him. Not ogling him, but watching.
"Don't get pissed at me for looking," Scott said. "You must have a
hundred pairs of eyes looking at you every day."
"But not with the same thoughts behind those looks," Doug said.
"So far as you know."
"Okay, so far as I know," Doug said.
"What if you did know?" Scott asked. "What if one of your buddies
confided that he was gay?"
"Technically, I would have to turn him in," Doug said as he crawled
in and took up his side of the bed.
"Would you?" Scott asked, his voice suddenly weaker from the
sheer excitement of his old buddy crawling into bed with him.
"No, I don't think I would."
"Why?"
"Because it's none of their damned business, and the
don't-ask-don't-tell policy is a lot of bull shit. It shouldn't matter.
If I find myself in a tight situation I don't care if the guy next to me is
gay or not. I would rather have a gay guy looking at me in the shower than
a straight guy who would steal your wallet, which has happened to me."
"Did you find out who did it?"
"Yeah. But we were cool about it. He admitted it and gave my
wallet back to me, and he didn't take any money."
It was one of several silences that followed. Doug didn't know how
to talk to his buddy anymore. He wished Scott would say something. He
could feel the air getting thin and they needed to talk.
"Say whatever you're thinking right now," Doug said quietly.
"Don't say that unless you mean it," Scott said.
"I mean it. We've always been able to talk to each other, about
anything. This should be no exception. But we're lying here like two
strangers," Doug said. "And I don't sleep with strangers," he added.
"Okay, if you must know, I find it very hard to take my eyes off of
you," Scott said. "Shit, my throat is dry, just looking at you, and I know
you're not comfortable with that."
"Hhhmmm, I thought you would say your mouth is watering," Doug said
jokingly.
"Don't torture me with your sick humor," Scott said. "You don't
know what it's like to be on this side of the fence looking at somebody
like you, especially when you know I'm gay."
"Are you completely on that side of the fence? I mean, you don't
date or see women at all anymore?" Doug asked.
"My dates with women consist of going out with Chelsea, as old
friends," Scott said.
"You're sure that's all it is?" Doug asked, chiding him.
"Trust me. That girl doesn't have a thought in her head that's not
about you."
"Well, at least I know she's safe with you." He saw Scott's scowl.
"I didn't mean it to sound that way," he said quickly. "I meant nobody's
going to mess with her if she's with you. Hell, nobody's going to mess
with you. By the way, does Chelsea know?"
"No."
"Are you going to tell her?" Doug asked.
"Maybe, when the time is right. I had to face you first," Scott
said.
"Are you coming out? I think that's what they call it, isn't it?
I mean, are you going to tell anyone besides me?"
"No. Just those I know I can trust."
"You didn't know how I was going to react. How did you know you
could trust me?" Doug asked.
"I trusted you implicitly, no matter what your reaction
was. If for no other reason but to let me know honestly how you felt about
it."
There was another silence, broken first by Scott's audible
swallowing.
"Doug, I promised I wouldn't try anything and you promised you
wouldn't hit me. But I have to know....I have to ask....is there any
chance....even the slightest chance that?.that something could happen
between us? I don't mean right now, necessarily, but some day?"
"I don't think so," Doug replied without hesitation.
"Well, you didn't hesitate with your answer, but that wasn't a
definite no," Scott pointed out.
"Look, I'm straight. You knew that when you came down here."
"Straight guys like sex," Scott said.
"This straight guy likes straight sex," Doug said. He saw that
he'd hurt Scott's feelings. "Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"Don't be. I asked you a question, you gave me your answer. I
expect honesty from you."
"You didn't really think I would...?"
"I didn't think one way or the other," Scott cut in. "My question
was based on hope."
"Sorry to dash your hopes," Doug said.
"Don't be sorry for anything. You don't know what it means to me
that you let me come down here to see you."
"It means a lot to me, too. Not everybody is lucky enough to have
a real friend. I am."
"Yeah, so am I. Promise me one more thing," Scott went on.
"Okay, if I can."
"If you ever do decide you're gong to jump the fence, even if it's
just a one-time thing, I would like for it to be with me. And if we ever
do, no matter when it is, I want you to lie and tell me it's your first
time."
"I'm not very good at lying to you." Doug said. "You would know I
was lying."
"That's okay, I'll believe it for that moment in time."
"It's all hypothetical anyway," Doug said. "If it ever happens, I
wouldn't have to lie. It would be my first time."
"Then it would be with me," Scott said.
"You're the only gay guy I know," Doug said.
Doug didn't like the way the conversation was going. More, he was
afraid of it. "I think I'm going to catch some ZZZZs. There's a lot more
I want to show you tomorrow," he said. He turned over and stretched out on
his stomach.
"Is that a safety precaution, lying on your stomach?" Scott
asked, laughing.
"No, I sleep on my stomach, that's all," Doug said.
Scott turned off the TV and the lamp. The last rays of dusk coming
through the balcony doors cast the room in a soft light. Within minutes,
dusk gave way to the lights outside the building.
Sleep came surprisingly easy for Doug but it didn't last long. He
came awake with an aching hardon. He discreetly pushed the dial light on
his watch. It was only midnight. It wasn't a morning piss hardon. He
squirmed, burrowing it into the mattress. In the quiet of the night he let
his thoughts ramble, fueling his imagination. They weren't touching but
they were lying close enough that he could feel the warmth of Scott's body.
It reminded him of other times, when they were kids. All of those times
and he never had a clue. He wondered....if he had known....they were just
kids....curious.....
He shook it off and tried to go back to sleep. His head was
still foggy from the beer but there was so much going through his head.
Frightening stuff that he wanted to get away from, and sleep was the only
escape. He lay there in the quiet of the dark for more than an hour. The
darkness, with the help of the warm feeling from the beer. seemed to cast a
spell over him. In the quiet darkness, things began to appear in a
different perspective. He turned over on his side and gazed out the patio
doors. Was Scott asleep, he wondered, or was he only pretending to be?
What was keeping him awake wore more heavily on his mind. He was
in bed with a gay guy, for chrissakes! Scott wanted him, he'd made no
secret of that. It was just him and Scott, alone, in a motel room. Nobody
else would ever know. What could it hurt? He wondered how it would feel??
He turned onto his back and stretched out with his hands folded
behind his head. His shorts bulged with his still aching hardon. He
looked over at his buddy, and it was as if he were seeing him for the first
time. He was good-looking, a stud, hard to believe he was gay. Shit, it
was such an opportunity; one he wouldn't ever have again. He turned to
look out the open patio doors, as if to get away from it, but it wouldn't
go away. He looked back at his friend.
"Scott? Man, are you awake?" His voice was a hoarse whisper and
it startled him, for he hadn't intended to speak. He held his breath,
waiting for some response.
"I've never been asleep," Scott replied softly. "I've been lying
here watching you sleep."
"Your eyes were shut," Doug said.
"Only when you turned over to face me."
Doug took in a quiet breath. He wished he hadn't spoken. If he'd
pretended to be asleep, lying on his back like that, maybe Scott would've
tried something on his own and he could have pretended to sleep through
it. But he was wide awake and so was Scott, with only the quiet, soft
darkness and a bare few inches separating them.
"I haven't been asleep much either," Doug said.
"What's bothering you?" asked Scott.
"Everything?.the whole situation?.thoughts that are rambling
around in my head?.look, Scott?.go ahead, if you want to," he said, his
voice raspy.
Scott lifted his head to look at him. "Huh?"
"It's just you and me, man....and you came all the way down here,
and I'm lying here with this big hardon anyway."
"Don't mess with me, Doug," Scott said.
"I'm not messing with you. You said if I ever decided to jump the
fence........"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure you have," Scott said. "I think you're
straddling the fence; you don't know what you want."
"Maybe not, but one time isn't going to hurt, if it's what you
want," Doug said.
"More than I ever wanted anything in my life," said Scott.
"I wouldn't have to lie to you. You would know it's my first
time," Doug said.
"Are you serious?"
"Reach over here and see if it feels like I'm kidding?" Doug said.
But Scott didn't move. "You don't know how bad I want to. But
what I feel for you is more than sex. You're more than that to me. It's
how I feel about you, and how you feel about me that counts the most."
"You don't feel something for any other guy? The desire, I mean?
You didn't feel anything at all when you saw those guys playing football
today?" Doug asked.
"The desire, yes. But not everything else I feel about you," Scott
replied.
"Would it matter if I said I want you to?" Doug asked.
"That would matter a lot," Scott replied. "I just want to know
you're not thinking with your balls."
"Look, I'm no stranger to the looks and the come-ons and the
subtle propositions from other guys, but I've never done anything," Doug
said. "I never wanted to."
"Till now?"
"Yeah, till now. I'll admit it....part of it is knowing you want
it," Doug said. "So it's not like I'd be doing you a favor. You'd be doing
me one." He lifted his head and smiled at him. "Am I convincing you yet?"
"Damn you," Scott said with a returned smile. As he reached over
and laid his hand gingerly on Doug's stomach. Doug tightened and rippled
his abs for him.
"Show off," Scott said as he rubbed his hand in circles, moving
further downward each time.
Scott's fingers touched the waistband of his shorts and Doug held
his breath, waiting to see if they moved under or over the waistband. They
trailed down over the front of his shorts, light as feathers. He moved his
hand up and down the long, big bulge.
"Those pictures you sent....the ones of you in your shorts; you
don't know how many times I jacked off with them, fantasizing that I was
doing this."
"You didn't get them all splattered, did you?" Doug asked.
"It doesn't matter, I want to take some new ones before I leave,"
Scott said. Suddenly he got up from the bed. "I'm going to turn the
bathroom light on. I want to see you," he said.
Quickly, Doug slipped his shorts off so he was naked for him when
he came back to the bed. His cock stood out and swayed back and forth over
his belly, throbbing and bobbing up and down.
Scott returned and stood beside the bed, gazing down at his
muscular friend and his mouth went dry at the sight of him. His cock was
huge. It reached up nearly to the cleavage between his pecs, thick as his
wrist. The underside of the head flared back like a split mushroom and the
seminal vein that ran from the head down to disappear at the base was thick
as a black marker.
"My God!" he exclaimed softly. He gazed at the huge cock for a
moment then looked up at Doug. "I didn't know you were this big. What the
hell are they feeding you?"
"I wasn't done growing the last time you saw me," Doug said.
"Now that I've got my wish, I don't know if I can handle
it. I....I didn't know you would be so big."
"You don't have to handle it all," Doug said as he reached down
and wrapped his hand around his cock. His hand wouldn't reach all the way
around it and he was proud to show that to Scott.
"What, and leave you to jack off?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," Doug said. "Well, it would be the
first time in a long time, but I haven't forgot how," he added.
Scott reached down and ran his fingers along the underside of the
huge cock that was sticking up out of Doug's fist. "I can't believe you're
letting me do this," he said.
"Does that look like I'm kidding about it?" Doug said, nodding
toward his cock.
"No, that looks serious as shit," Scott said. He knelt down beside
the bed as Doug turned onto his side. His cock swung out from his loins
like a battering ram. Scott touched it gingerly at first, as if he were
afraid it might not be real. He wrapped his fingers around it as far as
they would reach.
"Damn, I can't even get my hand around it."
"Neither can anybody else," Doug said with a chuckle.
"Have many have tried?"
"I meant neither can I," Doug said.
Scott moved his hand up and down the shaft a few times. He could
see the pearl-drop of precome glistening in the wide piss slit. It's going
to taste so good, he thought. He leaned in and lapped his tongue back and
forth on the underside of the head, causing the big cock to quiver and
bounce on his tongue.
"Ohhhh," Doug moaned softly.
The precome oozed out onto Scott's tongue and he lavered his tongue
all around the head to clean it off.
"Geezuss, man, take it if you're going to," Doug said.
"You don't believe in foreplay?"
"Just take it, please," Doug said.
Scott laughed softly and leaned in and captured the bulbous head
with his mouth.
"OOoooohhhhh," Doug moaned.
Scott began sucking it, slowly, almost reverently, taking as much
as he could into his mouth.
"Aaawwhhh, mann, Scott, how come you waited so long to do this?"
Doug moaned.
Scott smiled inside, surprised at Doug's remark. He thought it
would be totally one-sided, him servicing the big Marine and Doug lying
there taking it quietly, more out of a sense of duty than personal want or
pleasure. Tears welled up in Scott's eyes. Tears of untold happiness for
himself, and deep satisfaction that he could make Doug respond so. His
cock was hot! And so big. His jaws felt like they might lock. He
couldn't take all of it. He could barely take half of it. The head was too
big to fit through his throat.
"Can you make it go down a little?" he asked. "I might be able to
take more of it, if it wasn't so hard."
"Not with you doing that," Doug said.
"If you can just make it more rubbery, I wanta try to take it all
the way."
"Can you do that? Geezusss, I'm pretty big."
"I want to try," Scott said.
"What about when it gets hard again?" Doug asked.
"I'll do what I can with it," Scott said.
Scott let go of it and they waited for a few minutes but it
showed no signs of deflating.
"I think it's staying hard 'cause it's pissed that you stopped,"
Doug said. Finally he got up and went into the bathroom where he dumped
some ice in the sink and ran water over it. He splashed the icy water over
his cock then got a washcloth wet with the ice water and took it back in
the room with him. He lay back on the bed with the cold washcloth over his
cock and they waited till it began to lose its rigidity.
"That must be sheer torture," Scott said.
"You might wanta get back in position, once I take the cold cloth
off, it's not gonna stay down for very long," Doug said.
Scott got between Doug's legs, at the ready.
"Fuckin' thing don't wanta go down," Doug said.
They waited another minute or two and the big cock finally lost
enough hardness that it was beginning to bend like a radiator hose.
"Okay, you're only going to have a minute or so to do the deed,"
Doug said as he removed the cold cloth.
Scott got back on it, wasting no time forcing the bulbous head
against the opening of his throat.
"Awww, your mouth feels so warm," Doug groaned.
Scott could feel the pulsations through the big hunk of meat and
knew that he indeed had only a moment to accomplish the impossible feat. He
relaxed his throat muscles and opened up as wide as he could and forced his
mouth down the shaft. The head slipped into his throat and he pushed
harder. His mouth went down, down....all the way down till his face was
smashed against Doug's pubes.
"Awwww, Fuuuucckkkkk!" Doug cried softly. He put his hand on
the back of Scott's head and churned his butt around in the mattress,
thrusting his cock hard into his buddy's throat. "Ohhh, Geezusss, buddy, I
don't know how you do that, but I'm glad you can. Godddd, it feels
incredible! Ohh, fuck, yeah, gulp it down, keep swallowing....awwhh, your
throat feels so good."
Scott held on for dear life to contain the growing cock. It grew
fast, expanding his throat like a balloon. He fought down his gag reflex,
determined to stay on the pulsating cock. He wanted it so bad; wanted to
make Doug feel good. He choked a couple of times but forced his mouth on
the throbbing cock, unwilling to give an inch. When he had his gag reflex
under control again he ventured to move his mouth up and down the big cock
a couple of inches.
"Ohh, Shittt!" Doug gasped. "Awww, Fuck, Scott.....ohhh, if you
only knew what you're doing to me!"
He was able to deep-throat the huge cock for a few short minutes
before he began choking again and couldn't control it. He rose up, wiping
his mouth with the back of his hand as he stroked the hot cock with his
other hand.
"Mannnn!" he gasped. "I don't believe I did that!"
"I don't believe it either," Doug said, reaching out to squeeze
Scott's arm. "Shit, that was awesome."
"Want me to try it again?" Scott said.
"It's not going to go down again," Doug said. "Shit, it's so
hard now, it aches."
"I think I can handle it now that I've done it once," Scott said.
"I never saw anything you couldn't handle, but this.....Goddam,
Scott, this is incredible, if you can do it."
Scott wrapped his mouth around the big cockhead again and began
the descent. He had to twist and work the head into his throat but then it
was easier to go all the way down on it. He choked with emotion this time
as Doug cried out and moaned and writhed under him.
After a while, Doug stopped him. "Hold on," he gasped, with his
hands on Scott's face. "It's getting too good, you're gonna make me
shoot."
"I'm sure you've got more than one round in the chamber," Scott
said. "Or are you saving it for someone else?"
"Naw, I'm not saving it, and I've got plenty of rounds in the
chamber. I just wanted to warn you," Doug said.
"I've been warned," Scott said.
"Seriously, man, w-what do you want me to do when I'm getting
close?.when I go off?"
"Let nature take its course," Scott said.
"Just tell me, do you want me to come in your mouth?" Doug asked
in disbelief.
"I would like that, but however you want to finish it," Scott
said.
"Aww, Mannnn!"
Scott hunkered down with his face in Doug's crotch, nuzzling and
lapping his balls.
"OOhhhhhh!"
"That feel good, too?"
"Aww, you know it! Geezuss, what else are you going to do to
me?"
"Depends on what you'll let me do."
"Anything," Doug said. "Any fuckin' thing you wanta do."
"Now that's something you definitely should never say unless you
know you mean it," Scott warned as he shoved his arms under Doug's muscular
legs and placed them on his shoulders. His thighs were heavy. He lapped
and sucked on his balls and lapped in under them. He wanted to go further.
He'd never done that before and he wanted to do it to Doug for his first
time but he was afraid of his reaction. It might be taking things too far.
But he's said he could do anything, and his hard Marine butt beckoned and
gave him courage. The gentle aroma of maleness and soap wafted up to his
nostrils. He ventured a little bit at a time, lapping his tongue back and
forth across the hard cock-vein that reached between his legs to disappear
into his body. Doug wasn't minding. At least he wasn't voicing any
objection.
Doug was nearly breathless with anticipation. Was Scott heading
where he thought he was heading? He was afraid to respond; he didn't want
to make Scott think he wanted him to go there but he laid his legs out
wider and lifted his butt up higher to welcome Scott's oral advances.
Godd, he wanted him to do it! He'd heard guys talk in the barracks about
being rimmed and how great it was. One guy said that a guy with a good
tongue could make you cum without ever touching your cock. When there was
little doubt where Scott was headed, Doug wrapped his arms under his knees
and pulled his legs up against his chest, tilting his butt up off the
mattress, spreading it out wide. There could be no doubt now, and he held
his breath, waiting for the interminable moment for Scott's tongue to
connect. When he did, Doug choked on his outcry. He gasped and coughed and
half-sobbed before he was able to make a sound.
"Oh, Fuckkkk!" he gasped. "Awww, Scott....ohhhh, yeah, do
it....lick it, man...tongue it....awwwh, eat my ass, man....OOhhhh, Fuck
yeah!"
With that encouragement, Scott devoured Doug's ass like a hungry
wolf. He forced his face hard in the wide crevice, lashing his tongue
around the clenching hole. He flicked the opening with the tip of his
tongue and it clenched harder and wider. He pulled Doug's butt apart and
drove his tongue inside the hot, velvety hole that opened up to him.
"AAAAWWWWWWHHHHHHH!" Doug yelled. He quickly toned it down and
began gasping and moaning and whimpering. "Ohhhh....Oh, my Goddd. Awww,
Scottt, you're driving me nuts! Aww....ohhhh....ohhhhh....ohhh, fuck,
buddy, where'd you learn to do this!"
Scott didn't stop to answer. He had hit on a way to make Doug
crazy with pleasure and he wasn't going to stop for anything. If only Doug
knew what pleasure he was experiencing himself, lashing and tonguing and
eating his awesome asshole.
Suddenly Doug shoved Scott's head away and turned over on his hands
and knees. "Here, you can get at it better," he said breathlessly. He set
his knees wide apart and bent down with his shoulders against the mattress,
spreading his butt wide.
Scott went at it with renewed enthusiasm, delighted that Doug was
cooperating with such frantic lust. He dug his fingers into the rubbery
rim of his asshole and pulled it wide open. He could see the palpitations
inside the hole. He drove his tongue into the soft, pink lining. Doug
squealed and whimpered as he pressed his face and shoulders into the
mattress, clawing at the sheet. Scott could barely contain his own lust.
His cock was like a steel rod, so hard it bobbed up against his belly when
it throbbed.
"Ooonnnhhh....UUmmmm, you taste so fuckin' good," Scott moaned.
"Yeah, you like that ass? Tastes good? Eat it, man, tongue it,
get your tongue in there deep....Awwwhhh, yeahhh ohhh....ohhhh, Godd, don't
stop! Don't stop, Scott....you're gonna make me come....Ohhh...Ohhh....Ohh,
shit, I'm gonna come!"
"Turn over, I want see it," Scott said.
"Yeah. Fuck, yeah, you wanta see me shoot?" Doug growled as he
turned over and pumped his cock in one fist.
Scott nuzzled his crotch and sucked his balls.
"Ohhh, yeah, eat `em....lick my balls....ohhhhh, it's
comming.....it's coming, buddy.....AAWwhwhhhhhhh!"
Scott felt the powerful surge up through the underside of Doug's
cock and a second later, the huge flesh rocket exploded. Come shot up in
the air about six feet, hung suspended for a split second, then fell to his
stomach with a soft splat. It was followed by another, equally powerful.
Then another, and another. Come was splattering everywhere. Scott was
breathless with excitement and he moved his tongue up along the underside
of the belching cock, hoping to capture the head before he was done
shooting his load. He didn't make it but he got a couple of hard blasts of
hot come all over his face.
Doug collapsed into a heap of muscle on the bed, gasping, his hand
moving up and down his cock in slow motion. His eyes fluttered and his
hand finally stopped. His cock felly heavy and still half-hard diagonally
across his stomach, still belching smaller spurts of come all over his
hip. Scott remained between his legs, lapping up the cum that ran down his
balls.
"Fuck, man!" Doug gasped, out of breath. He lifted his head and
looked down at his body. "Goddam, Scott, I don't know where you learned to
do that, but I'm sure glad you did. Shit, what a mess," he said, swiping
one hand across his cum- streaked chest. "Man, I'm sorry about the mess.
I'll get a towel," he said as he climbed out of bed.
Scott wanted to stop him but he made no attempt. He wanted Doug to
lie back and let him clean up the mess with his tongue. But he couldn't
say it. Doug returned with a towel and a warm, wet washcloth.
"Here, you can clean the stuff off your face," he said, handing him
the washcloth. "Fuck, I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean to shoot all over your
face."
"It's okay," Scott said. "It was my fault, I didn't get out of the
way."
Doug made a couple more swipes to catch the come running down his
belly. "I'm gonna go shower," he said.
Scott half expected him to invite him to join him. What could be
the harm in it now. except that maybe he was clinging to his macho manhood
now that he'd expended his manly lust. Maybe there had to be a line
between them that couldn't be crossed no matter what they did
together. Scott was hurt....he was gay and Doug was straight and the two
couldn't meet except in raw sex....but his deep satisfaction more than made
up for the hurt.
"Hey, Scott, you wanta shower? Come on in, there's room for
two."
His heart did a little flip-flop and his happiness took his
breath away. He went into the bathroom where Doug had the shower curtain
pulled back for him.
"I guess it can't hurt to shower together, after that," Doug
said.
Scott wanted to take the soap and cloth and wash Doug's body but
when Doug didn't offer it, he backed away from the idea. There was,
indeed, a fine line between them.
Afterwards, they lay side-by-side, naked, basking in the aftermath.
"Whew! I don't believe what just happened," Doug said.
"I hope you're not having any regrets," Scott said.
"Regrets? Hell, no! Man, I can't believe you ate my ass out like
that. That was the most incredible thing anybody has ever done to me. I
want you to know, unequivocally, I'm glad you came down here," Doug said.
"I was leery of the idea at first."
"How come?" Scott asked. "I was, too, but why were you?"
"I don't know. I wasn't sure how it'd be, meeting up after your
news. I didn't know what changes I would see in you. Why were you leery?"
"I was afraid I would lose your friendship," Scott said. "I was
afraid I would get here only to have you tell me to fuck off."
"That sort of pisses me off, you know. That you didn't have any
more faith in our friendship."
"I'll never doubt it again," Scott said.
"Me either." He chuckled softly. "Shit, that was about as
friendly as you can get."
"That's not all, unless you want it to be," Scott said.
"Whatever else you've got to show me, the Marines say I'm all yours
till midnight tomorrow night, if you want me," Doug said.
"And what do you say?" Scott asked.
"Well, I'm not going to sleep in the barracks, I can tell you
that."
Scott turned his head to face Doug, his eyes wet with emotion. "I
want you so dam bad it hurts. I want to make you feel everything I know
how. I want you to go back to your barracks with the memory of this night
so ingrained in your mind that it'll be there forever."
"Trust me, I won't ever forget this night," Doug said.
Scott reached over and laid his hand on Doug's hip. "I wish I
could show you everything I want to."
"Who says you can't?"
"You wouldn't go for it," Scott said.
"If you mean....no, I can't reciprocate, if that's what you mean."
"I wouldn't expect you to. That's part of what makes you, you,"
Scott said. "But that's not what I meant."
"Before you say I wouldn't go for it, why don't you try me?" Doug
said.
"What if I kissed you?"
Doug recoiled a little. "I don't know if I could handle that," he
said.
"Do you want to fuck me, then?" Scott asked.
Doug's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. "You mean....f-fuck
you....in the ass?"
"Yes."
He heaved out a loud sigh. "I never....I mean, I don't
know....Okay, yeah, why not? Yeah, I'll fuck you, if you want me to."
Scott got up and went into the bathroom to get the lube out of his
bag. His hands trembled as he squeezed some on his fingertips and applied
it between his buns. It's gonna happen. I'm going to get fucked by my
best buddy. Godd, how many nights had he laid awake then gone to sleep with
that fantasy? When he was well lubed he got a bottle of poppers out of his
bag and returned to the room. He didn't like using poppers but considering
Doug's size, it would be good to have it handy.
"I hope you don't mind, I may need this," he said, placing the
poppers on the night stand. He stretched out on his back with his legs
spread wide apart. "Or do you want me on my stomach?" he asked.
"I don't know, you're calling the shots, I've never done this
before," Doug said. "However is best for you."
"Any way is good for me. I just figured you would probably want
it like you were with a girl," Scott said.
"Fuck, no way I could mistake you for a girl."
When Doug was between his legs on his knees, Scott lifted legs up
onto his shoulders. "Just take it easy going in," he said.
"Is it going to hurt?"
"Like all hell," Scott said.
"Oh. Well, hey, we don't have to......"
"Oh, yeah. We do," Scott said. "I've dreamed of this for too
long. I want you to fuck me, Doug. It's gonna hurt, but the poppers will
help me get through it if I need 'em," he said, reaching for the bottle.
Doug hunkered forward, pushing his cock into the slick crevice of
Scott's butt. His cock found the deepest point and pressed against the hot
hole.
Scott took the cap off the bottle of poppers and held it at the
ready.
"You ready?" Doug asked.
"Yes."
Doug pushed. He could feel the rubbery pit give but he didn't go
in. He wondered what it would feel like when he did. Like a pussy,
probably. Maybe tighter, going through that tiny hole.
Scott uncapped the bottle to be ready. But at the last minute he
recapped it and set it on the nightstand. This had to be pure, he
thought. If there was pain?.and there would be?.he wanted to feel it. This
wasn't just his best friend hovering over him, it was a Marine who had
signed his life away if necessary; he had a duty to feel whatever pain his
mighty cock may inflict on him.
Doug paused. "You're not going to use the poppers?"
"No. Give it everything you've got," he replied.
Doug shoved again, hard. It wasn't a thrust, but he put all the
considerable power of his butt muscles behind it. Scott's hole was forced
open and the thick muscle of his asshole squeezed around the wide cockhead
like a giant rubber band.
Scott coughed out a gasp of pain but didn't cry out. He wished he'd
used the poppers. He was tempted to reach for the bottle but he
didn't. "Fuck, yeah, shove it in. Give me all of it," he said bravely.
It was one steady, hard shove, all the way in to the hilt. Doug
could feel the soft lining of Scott's ass giving way, stretching around his
cock. He hit something and maneuvered around it to go deeper.
"AAWwwwhhhhh!" Scott moaned when he was completely impaled on the
huge cock. He rolled his eyes back and breathed in and out.
"You can say that again," Doug said, sounding out of breath.
"Fuck, I never felt anything like this in my life."
"Me either," Scott said. "Goddam, that thing is big!"
"If it's too big, I can......."
"No," Scott said, wrapping his legs around Doug's hips. "No,
don't even think about pulling out. The pain's going away, then I want you
to fuck me."
They held still for a long moment. Doug felt Scott's asshole
squeezing steadily around his cock. It felt wonderful. It was like
sticking his cock in a furnace, or a bucket of warm honey.
"Ohhhh, tell me when I can do it," Doug said. "This feels so
fuckin' good like this, but I wanta start moving."
"Go ahead, fuck me," Scott told him.
"How do you want me to do it? Hard, fast, slow, or what?"
"It's your call," Scott said.
"Yeah, I'll be able to tell what's making you feel good, won't
I?" Doug said. He pulled back, withdrawing his cock to the head, then
shoved back in. "Awwhhhhh....Ohhh, fuuucckkk!"
"Yeah, do that again," Scott said.
He shoved back in again. And again. Each time he picked up a
little speed and thrust a little harder. "That feeling okay so far?" he
asked.
"It's feeling incredible," Scott said. "It doesn't matter how you
do it, it's the feel of your cock inside me that's driving me crazy, and
watching your muscles."
"You said you've adnmired them for a long time. Feel `em if you
want," Doug said.
"Oh, yeah, I want to," Scott said as he ran his hands over Doug's
muscles. "Godd, I've wanted to get my hands on you like this......"
"Just tell me or show me what you want me to do; I wanta make all
of your old wishes come true," Doug said.
Doug fucked him for over an hour. He fucked him every which way
but loose. Slow, hard, fast, gentle, in all kids of positions.
"I hope I'm not going on too long," he said after a while. "I'm
pretty long winded. Always have been. I can fuck all night. You tell me
when you want me to stop."
"Not till I feel that hot load of cum shooting up inside me," Scott
said.
"That what you want, my load in your guts? I can give you that,"
Doug said. He shifted to a hard, steady pace, fucking him like he was on a
mission. "That feeling good for you?"
"Ohhh....ohhhhh, yeah....you're hitting all the right spots"
"Going in deep enough?" Doug asked.
"Yeah....hard and deep. Ohhh, Godd yeah, you keep doing that,
I'm gonna come before you do."
"That's okay, I don't have to come."
Moments later, Scott was moaning and writhing under him. "It's
gonna have to be okay.....you just tripped my trigger. I'm coming! Oohh,
fuck, don't stop. Don't stop, Doug, fuck me....Ohhhh, fuck me," he cried as
he pumped his cock.
A moment later his cock bolted and throbbed in his fist then
exploded. "AAAwwhhhhhhh!" he cried as the stuff shot out all over his
face. He aimed it up and it shot over his head, but then he lost control
and come was flying everywhere.
Doug fucked him all the way through it, gradually slowing his
pace till he was almost in slow motion by the time Scott was finished
coming. "You finished?" he asked as he kept easing his hips back and forth
slowly.
"Yeahh....yeah, but you don't have to stop," Scott said,
breathlessly.
"You shot your load, it's not going to feel as good, is it?"
Doug said as he started to pull his cock out.
"Leave it in, just lie on top of me," Scott said, wrapping his
legs around Doug's butt.
"Be glad to, but I'm gonna get heavy."
"You think I'm gonna complain about having the weight of your
muscles bearing down on me at long last, and your cock throbbing inside
me."
"Okay, but I gotta warn you, if I leave it in there, it's gonna
want some more action."
"You can fuck me again as soon as I take a breather," Scott said.
"Thanks, I will. Meanwhile, why don't we lay on our sides, I'll
put my cock back in from behind," Doug said.
They separated and lay on their sides and Doug shoved his cock
back in, lying behind Scott.
"Ohh, this is nice," Scott said as Doug spooned his body against
him.
"Yeah, it is," Doug agreed. "It's real nice, buddy."
After only a few minutes, Doug started to squirm against Scott's
backside, as if he were shifting positions, but Scott could tell he was
getting anxious to fuck him again. He smiled at being able to turn the big
Marine on so, but he let him suffer for a few minutes.
"It's okay, if you wanta fuck me again," he said finally.
"Aww, yeah, my cock's been pissed at both of ever since I
stopped," Doug said.
He fucked him from behind, with Scott's leg held high in the air.
"I don't wanta hold off," Doug said.
"Okay, shoot it," Scott said.
"I can keep on fucking you even after I shoot if you want me to.
But I gotta come. This is too damned good to keep under control." He
fucked him for a few more minutes then pulled his cock out. "Turn over, I
want you on your back again," he said.
Scott scrambled into position and Doug entered him again from on
top and began fucking him hard.
When Scott winced a little, Doug reached for the poppers. "Is it
hurting?" he asked.
"No."
"You lie."
"No, it's feeling great. Seriously. I know you can't understand but
even the pain feels good," Scott said.
"Okay, 'cause I wanta fuck you so hard....I wanta fuck you a new
asshole," he exclaimed as he shifted into high gear. He fucked him so hard
the bed shook and the headboard tapped against the wall. "I ain't gonna
hold off this time," he gasped. "I'm gonna come....gonna fill you so full
of cum, you'll hear it sloshing when you walk. Ohhh....Ohhhh, your ass
feels so good.....so tight and hot....shit, you feel good, stud. Muscles
feel a lot different from a girl's soft body. Fuck me back. Slam your ass
up at my cock." He leaned down over him, smashing their bodies together,
his face buried in the crook of Scott's neck. "Aww, yeah, flex those
muscles for me. Nice thick, hard pecs....Shit, feels almost as good as
your ass. Shit, Scott, if I wasn't....ohhhh....ohhh.....ohhhh, fuck, what
does it matter who's straight and who's gay....." His voice trailed off
into a fog and their eyes met for a couple of seconds before he smashed his
mouth over Scott's.
"UUhhmmmm!" Scott moaned with surprise. He wrapped his arms
around Doug's broad back and hugged him closer as he humped his butt up to
meet his powerful thrusts. He couldn't imagine it in his wildest dreams
that it was Doug was doing the kissing, mouth open. His tongue darted into
Scott's mouth, lashed around his own tongue, causing them both to squeal
and moan. Then he felt the wonderful sensation of liquid heat shooting up
inside him.
"Ohhhh, you're comming!" he murmured between their locked lips.
"Fuckin' A-right," Doug growled as he pumped his cock back and
forth in half-cock jabs. "Comming like a fuckin' horse."
"Oh, yeah, give it to me. Pump it in me. Fill me up with your
hot cum."
Scott held on for dear life as his ass was wonderfully brutalized.
Doug seemed to go on forever, his muscular body convulsing as his big cock
delivered his load deep inside Scott's ass. Finally he collapsed on top of
him, his face against his neck, breathing hard in his ear.
"Damn, Scott, that was fuckin' wonderful," he gasped. "You've got a
hot ass. Tight, too. Hell, it's still squeezing my cock like a giant
rubber band."
"I wanta milk out every drop," Scott said.
"I think you got it all, feels like my balls are drained," Doug
said as he rose up. He stayed up over him for a moment then shoved himself
back onto his haunches. His cock pulled part way out and he eased back to
pull it out the rest of the way. It fell onto the bed, leaving a large
spot of come. "Shit, I think you stretched it," he said. "Looks about six
inches longer."
"If that thing got six inches longer, I would've been yelling and
sucking poppers like mad," Scott said.
Doug went into the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned
against the sink. It was several minutes before he raised his head and
looked in the mirror. His eyes fell on his lips; lips that had just kissed
another guy. Of all that'd happened, that was all he could think about.
"I kissed another guy!" he whispered. "Yeah, fucked him, too, but kissing
a guy....Shit, if that don't make me?.." He cut his words off before the
word came out. He reached in and turned on the shower. He needed a
shower, bad.
He lathered up his body and rubbed the soap hard over his
muscles. He didn't like the thoughts he was having and it was like he was
trying to wash them away. There was a jumble of them; half wishing that
Scott hadn't come, that they hadn't done what they did. Geezuss, what
would Chelsea think if she ever found out! He wished it'd been Chelsea who
had come down to see him instead of Scott. But that wasn't fair to Scott,
not even thinking it. He had invited him; encouraged him to come. And it
wasn't rape. He had no right to put the blame on Scott. The blame was all
his. The only thing Scott had done was reveal the truth about himself. And
he, Doug, had taken advantage of that truth.
"Hey, are you okay?" Scott called out to him from the door.
Doug tensed at his presence in the bathroom. "Sure, why wouldn't
I be?"
"I mean, you're not going to get all fucked up in the head, are
you?"
"No. There's nothing to get fucked up over, is there?" Doug
replied.
He wasn't sure he believed it, but saying it out loud was a first
step in convincing himself.
"No, nothing at all," Scott said.
Doug decided to let it end right where it had ended. Maybe he
should even go back to the barracks to sleep for the rest of the night.
But that would make it look like he was fucked up over it. Or worse, that
he'd used Scott. Okay, he could brave the night out, just stay on his own
side of the bed. One thing for certain, it couldn't happen again. He had
crossed over the fence, satisfied his curiosity, now it was time to climb
back over to the straight side and put it behind him and go back to being a
Marine.
He hurriedly finished his shower so Scott could have it. He felt
suddenly uncomfortable when he stepped out and Scott was there waiting,
holding a towel out for him. He thought he'd left the bathroom. He took the
towel and moved past him to get out of the bathroom. He dried off and
slipped on a pair of shorts and got back in bed. Having his shorts on
would give Scott a hint, he thought. He tried to imagine what their
relationship would be, now. Not the same, like he thought it would be.
Nothing would ever be the same between them after what they'd done. It
couldn't be the same for anybody. They would still be best friends, just
not the same best friends. In his mind he was thinking about how he could
get Chelsea to come down to see him. He needed to see her, bad. He turned
on the television to have a point of focus and diversion when Scott came
out of the bathroom.
"Do you want another beer?" Scott asked as he emerged from the
bathroom, drying off.
"No, I'm okay," Doug mumbled, keeping his focus on the
television.
Scott looked at him. "I don't think you are," he said.
Doug glanced at him and looked away, too quickly.
"Don't make me sorry I came down here," Scott said.
"No need for you to be, I'm not," Doug said. But he wasn't sure
how he felt now about Scott's visit. The sex was incredible, but that
wasn't what their solid relationship was built on. He stretched out,
hoping to get some sleep, on his back because he didn't want to appear to
be turning away from Scott.
Scott was quiet but Doug knew he wasn't asleep. He knew he was
watching him. He tried to pretend to sleep, but the real thing never came,
and before long his juices were boiling again. He was in bed with his best
buddy who liked to give head and get fucked and practically worship his
body, and it was a shame to waste the short time they had
together. Everything that had transpired in his head in the bathroom was
suddenly irrelevant. He started wishing Scott would reach over for his
cock again. He wanted to tell him it was okay but he didn't want it to
look like he was using him. He felt Scott get out of bed and then heard
the door to the deck open. He opened his eyes and watched his buddy
standing in the soft light. He liked what he saw and there was a tingling
as he recalled what Scott's muscular, smooth body felt like under him; how
wonderful his full lips felt around his cock, even on his mouth. He lay
for a long time, waiting for Scott to come back inside. When he did, Doug
was going to be wide awake for him. He waited a while longer. When Scott
didn't come in, he climbed out of bed and went out on the deck.
"You're not getting all fucked up in the head, are you?" he asked
quietly, coming up beside him.
"No, but I'm afraid you are," Scott said.
"I'm not. I told you I'm not," Doug said.
"You weren't asleep, were you?" Scott asked.
"No, I couldn't sleep."
"Were you pretending, to shut me out?"
"No. I was trying to sleep. Why would I want to shut you out all
of a sudden?" Doug said.
"I was afraid what we did might be the reason you would want to
shut me out," Scott said. "You know, you get your rocks off, the desire is
gone, you try to get back to normal. It hurts but I understand. That's
the way you're made. I'm made differently. With me, the desire never goes
away."
"It's not like that," Doug said.
"You're lying to yourself and you know it," Scott said. "Tell me
you weren't having some regrets when you were in the shower. Tell me you
weren't having doubts about having me come down here to see you."
"Okay, I'll admit I was having second thoughts. But when we were
lying together in there on the bed, I was having second second thoughts."
"Like what?"
"Like sorta wishing you would reach over and touch me again. I
didn't want to say anything because I don't want you to think I'm using
you."
"If you were having second thoughts, maybe you were using me,"
Scott said.
"I wasn't," Doug said with emotion. "Seriously, Scott, I wasn't
using you. They were stupid second thoughts that had nothing to do with us
fucking. It was?.it was the kissing. That's crazy, I know, but when I
looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, it was like I was looking at a
stranger. I mean, I'd just kissed a guy and it wasn't a brotherly kiss.
But I'm having second second thoughts about that. Standing here with you,
so close I can feel your body heat, I?.I wanta kiss you again, right now,
without any sex going on. I know it wouldn't be a brotherly kiss and I
don't want it to be. Am I making sense?"
Scott smiled. "Not yet but I can tell you're trying. Just try not
to be so uptight about everything. You're only complicating things."
"All right, let's try this on for size," he said. "It wasn't a
brotherly kiss, and it wouldn't be again 'cause you're way more than a
brother to me. So, maybe this would help uncomplicate things," he said as
he laid his hand around Scott's butt.
Scott flexed his butt for him. "Yeah, that's it, make 'em nice and
tight. You've got a great butt, in case nobody's told you that lately," he
said in a light-hearted tone.
"Thanks, so have you," Scott said with a warm smile.
"Sorry it can't be as functional as yours," Doug joked.
"Oh, it's very functional," Scott said.
"So, does it un-complicate things?" Doug asked, squeezing his
butt some more.
"It does more than un-complicate things. I feel like I can be more
truthful with you about everything."
"Oh, what haven't you been truthful about? I mean, you've pretty
much bared your soul, I thought," Doug said.
"Not about anything serious. Like today, when we were driving past
those guys playing football, and you asked me if I wanted to stop and
watch. I told you no, and all the while, I was thinking about a fantasy
I've had and I really did want to watch them play."
"What fantasy?"
"About being in the locker room with an entire high school football
team who knows I'm gay. I know that sounds sick and weird to you."
"Hey, it's not my fantasy, it doesn't matter what I think," Doug
said. An idea came to him and he gave Scott's butt harder squeeze. "I,
uh?.I might be able to arrange that for you, if you're serious. Well, not
high school jocks, and not in a locker room, but would you settle for a
bunch of Marines, here in the room?"
"Don't play with my head, Doug."
"Would you?"
"How could you possibly arrange that, with your
don't-ask-don't-tell policy?"
"I said you're the only gay guy I know, but I met this guy from
another company who told me about a guy in his company who takes care of a
lot of guys. The field sergeant is even in on it; he even furnishes his
room in the barracks for the guys to use. Sometimes the guy stays the
night in the sergeant's room and they all know about it. Maybe I could get
hold of the guy and see if he would want to round up a bunch of his buddies
and bring them out to meet you."
Scott laughed nervously. "I shouldn't admit it, but you're taking
my breath away just talking about it."
"Why shouldn't you admit it, it's your fantasy. And you're being
up-front about everything else. We both are."
"It would be a dream come true, Doug, but?.what're your buddies
going to think of you when they find out I'm gay? What're you going to
think of me if I say yes?"
"Hey, if you arranged to have a bunch of girls to come out and meet
me I would be damned grateful. The tables are turned, that's all. You
happen to like guys," Doug said. "It's up to you. If you don't want to?.I
mean, I don't know how it would play out, a bunch of horny Marines all in
the room at the same time."
"I want to, but....I'm a little scared, having a room full of
Marines expecting who knows what from me. I wouldn't want things to get
out of hand."
"They won't expect anything you don't want to do. Nothing will get
out of hand, I promise you that," Doug said.
"You would.....be there, then?"
"Yeah, I figured I would, if you don't mind. But I won't if you
don't want me to. I think I should be, though."
"I don't know. It's a great idea, but I have to think about it."
"You don't have a whole lot of time to think it over," he said.
"I'll have to go back to the base and look up the guy so he can round up
some guys to bring out here tomorrow, or late tonight, and I don't know if
there would be very many guys who can get passes on such short notice. I
could try to arrange for you to go on base and use the field sergeant's
room but that could be risky, being on base."
"Maybe we'd better make it another time," Scott said. "You're
about more than I can handle. And maybe you should think it over
yourself."
"You handled me just fine," Doug said. "Better than most girls
I've been with." He put his arm across Scott's shoulder. "Okay, I admit, I
was letting myself get all fucked up in the head. I was wishing Chelsea had
come down to see me?.."
"Instead of me," Scott said.
"Yeah. I wanted to believe I wished it was her instead of you, but
deep down I don't. I was trying to make myself believe it. Maybe it was
guilt that set in after I got my rocks off. When I went into the bathroom
and looked in the mirror I saw a guy who had just kissed another guy and it
gave me a jolt. I had all kinds of emotions bouncing around in my
head. You probably have, too."
"No, I'm okay. The only emotions I have.?I'm just so damned
thankful you accepted me for who I am."
"Hey, that was no big deal," Doug said.
"It's a huge deal," Scott said. "Then you let me act on my
feelings; that was something I didn't even dare to hope for."
"Well, that part was a big deal for me, too, you acting on your
feelings. And I didn't let you. I wanted you to. I don't want to sound
like a selfish pig, but....I want to again, if you do."
"You don't know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you when
you were trying to sleep in there, but you put on your shorts and I thought
you were sending me a message."
"I was. Mostly, I was trying to protect my masculinity."
"I don't think your masculinity needs protecting," Scott said.
"I would like to send you another message, while you're thinking
and deciding whether you want me call in the Marines," Doug said as he
moved behind Scott and pressed himself against him.
Scott reached back between them and Doug stepped back so he could
squeeze the front of his shorts. "Message received, loud, hard and clear,"
he said.
They went back in the room and Doug stood beside the bed. "What
do you want to do?" he asked.
Scott reached out and slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his
shorts. "I'll think of something," he said as he pulled them down. Doug's
rubbery cock swung free, like a hunk of radiator hose. Scott wrapped his
hand around it and pulled on it. For measurement, he wrapped his other
hand around it. "Shit, it takes three hands to hold this thing," he said.
"But you've only got two hands; looks like you'll have to improvise
with something else," Doug said.
"I can do that," Scott said as he went to his knees in front of
him and began licking up and down and all around the shaft.
"Ohh, your tongue feels so good," Doug whispered. "But I want to
feel your mouth on it....take it, please....suck it."
Scott took his time licking his tongue around the thick shaft and
lapping and kissing his balls before he finally captured the head with his
mouth.
"Awwhhhhhhhhh," Doug moaned with great relief. "Ohh, Godd, I
wish I could tell you how good that feels."
You just did, Scott thought; you just did.
It was nearly an hour before he was rewarded with another
powerful load of the Marine's hot, thick cum. He received it and held it
in his mouth to savor the taste of the precious male nectar. Doug's cock
never went down, and a few minutes later he fucked him. The second time he
made Scott go off.
"Fuck, man, you come like a power hose," Doug said of the ropes
of come that streaked Scott's body.
"Yeah, it was pretty intense," Scott said, out of breath.
Doug went to the bathroom to wash up and came back with a
washcloth and towel. Scott reached for it.
"No, I'll do it," Doug said as he began wiping the come off of
him.
When he came back from taking the towel and washcloth into the
bathroom he started putting his clothes on. "Listen, I need to borrow your
Jeep and make a quick run back to the base and get in touch with this guy
so he's got time to round up some horny Marines for you."
Scott laid a hand on his thigh as if to top him.
"What? You're not changing your mind are you?"
"I?.I'm just not sure," Scott said.
"It's your chance to live your fantasy. Probably your only chance.
Don't blow it, man." When he didn't remove his hand, Doug laid his hand on
top it. "Let me do this for you, Scott. You won't regret it."
"All right," he said, slowly pulling his hand back.
"Great! I'll be back within the hour."
When he'd gone, Scott lay in bed pondering what he's just done;
sent his best friend out to round up a bunch of stud Marines to bring back
and have God only knew what manner of sex with him. He got up and went out
on the balcony. "What have I done?" he whispered to himself. "What am I
getting myself into? But it was too late. The wheels were in motion.
True to his word, Doug was back within the hour. He was all smiles
as he stripped off his clothes and stretched out on his stomach beside
Scott.
"I don't want you to get the wrong message from me sleeping on my
stomach, but we do need to get some sleep. We've got a big day ahead of us
tomorrow."
"So you made the contact?" Scott asked.
"Sure did, and he's very excited about it."
"How many?"
"I don't know. He doesn't know for sure till he contacts some
guys. Half a dozen, maybe."
"My God, what am I going to do with six horny Marines?"
"There may not be that many. There may be more. Right now you'd
better get some sleep." With that Doug spread his arms up over his head
with his face to the wall.
Scott drank in the sight of him again. His muscular body, even
relaxed, looked like he'd been carved out of stone. His arms looked like
they were bulging and his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist.
His thick thighs spread apart a little, with his tight butt set perfectly
rounded on his hips.
"Do you mind if I used your butt for a pillow?" Scott asked as he
scooted down on the bed and rested his head on Doug's butt.
"Uh-oh. Somehow, I don't think I'm going to get any sleep," Doug
said.
"No, I promise I'll keep my tongue in my mouth and my mouth
shut," Scott said.
Doug squirmed under him. Okay, you need to be thinking about
your fantasy," he said.
They slept soundly and late. It was nearly nine o'clock before they woke
up to a tapping on the door.
Doug stirred and got up. "Who the hell could that be? Nobody
knows I'm here, unless.?shit, how the hell did they find me? But hell, it's
too early for those guys to be showing up," he muttered as he stumbled
sleepily to the door.
"Doug, are you going to put something?.on?..?"
But it was too late. He was opening the door and Scott heard the
gasp from the maid. "Ohh.?Oh, dear....I'm sorry....I come back."
"Sorry, I guess I should have put this on the door." Doug
said. He was laughing sleepily as he came back to the bed. "Shit, I'll bet
I scared that poor woman half to death," he said, laughing.
Scott stretched languidly.
Doug reached over and squeezed his thigh. "You okay this
morning? Did you sleep okay?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," he said but he wasn't sure he was.
They showered and were dressing to go to the diner and eat.
"After last night, you don't know how hard it is for me to shower
and get dressed without....well, you know."
"Yeah, I know. But we gotta eat," Scott said.
As they walked over to the diner they rounded the corner and ran
right into the maid who had knocked on their door. She gasped in horror and
scurried off.
"Damn, I must've scared the crap out of her," Doug said, laughing.
"Poor thing probably thought she was working in a horse stable,"
said Scott.
They looked over the menus while they waited for a waitress.
"Damn!" Doug swore suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Scott asked.
"I should've bought some beer yesterday for those guys," he
said. The diner also sold beer and wine and hard liquor, but it was
Sunday.
The waitress came and they gave their orders then Doug motioned
for her to lean down. "I am in desperate need of some beer. Is there any
way you could sneak a sale of a couple of twelve packs?"
"Not a chance. Not me. You might talk to Lillian but I doubt
she'll do it either."
"And Lillian is?"
"She owns the place. That's her over there in the blue uniform."
"Thanks, I'll talk to her later," Doug said.
"Listen, Doug, I know you're trying to do me a favor, but if you
want the room to yourself and that scared little maid, I'll get lost for
awhile."
"No. Besides, I don't think she would come anywhere near me. I'm
going to go to try to sweet talk Lillian."
"The answer is no," she said before he even got the words out of
his mouth. The waitress had apparently told her what Doug wanted.
"Please? I'll make it worth your while."
"Can't do it. You'll have to come back tomorrow," she told him.
"Tomorrow will be too late. I need it now, today," Doug said,
eyeing her nametag. "Look, can't I just leave enough money on the table
and you let me walk out with it, like I was stealing it and you don't see
me? You didn't sell it to me and you don't see me take it. You can ring
it up tomorrow."
She laughed, her busty bosom shaking with her laughter as she
walked away from him. "Damn, no wonder we never loose a war. Do the
Marines teach you to think like that?"
"Well, she didn't say no," Doug said with a shrug when he went
back to his booth.
"She didn't say yes, either," Scott said.
"If she didn't say no, she don't have to say yes," Doug said. He
took his wallet out and pulled out two twenties and a ten and laid them on
the table.
Lillian delivered their breakfast and a sly grin. "If a
couple of Marines were going to steal beer from me, how much would they
take?" she asked.
Doug shoved the money to the corner of the table. "Less the cost
of breakfast and your generous tip," he said.
"Honey, I oughta make you guys be my generous tip," she said.
"That could be arranged," Doug said quickly. "I'm stationed
here. He's not, but I am, I could come back next time I get a pass."
Lillian threw back her head and laughed. "Lordy, stud, I couldn't
handle you," she said. "If you'd just come along about twenty years
earlier." Then she leaned down closer. "You know, it'd be a lot easier to
walk out with a couple of bottle of the hard stuff," she said as she picked
up the money. "Now, I have to stock the shelves in the spirits department
then I'm going to be pretty busy in the kitchen, so you boys help
yourselves to coffee refills?.or anything else you need."
Doug was all smiles when she walked away.
"Damn, you're smooth," Scott said.
When they were ready to leave there were two brown paper bags
sitting on the floor behind the end of the counter, nearest the door. They
picked them up and left.
Back at the room they un-bagged their stash.
"Damn, she gave us four bottles of the good hard stuff. This is
fuckin' JD and Wild Turkey."
"Maybe we'd better get some cans of pop out of the machine," Scott
said.
They made several trips to the ice and pop machines to fill the
bathroom sink. Then Scott said he needed to get ready. Doug knew what he
meant. He wouldn't have but he discovered two empty plastic bottles in the
wastebasket, and saw two more full ones in Scott's shaving bag. That was
how his cock came out of his ass so clean.
In the shower, Scott tried to bring his nerves in check. He needed
to get ready, cleaned out, squeaky clean, smelling good. Godd, he felt
like a teenager getting ready for prom night. He put on a pair of
onion-skin running shorts over a worn and tattered jockstrap and a
tank-top; no shoes, no socks. Doug whistled when he came out of the
bathroom.
"Now that's what I call packaging," Doug chided him.
"I just grabbed something to put on," Scott said.
"You say that. But somewhere down deep in that devious mind, you
know you're packaging yourself for those guys."
"Maybe I am. It's all right, isn't it?" Scott asked.
"It's more than all right. Shit, if those guys don't hurry
up.?fuck, Scott, how could I forget in such a short time how sexy you are."
He handed him an iced drink. "I know it's early, but you might need this to
help settle your nerves."
Scott took a healthy drink of the whiskey. "All of a sudden I'm
in a cold sweat just thinking about it. I think I need another shower," he
said.
"I need it first," Doug said.
Scott paced while Doug was in the shower. Out on the balcony,
back inside, around the room; he finally went out and walked up and down
the hallways. He wasn't exactly scared....he was excited....but it was
such intense excitement that he could hardly breathe. He thought about
backing out but he knew this opportunity would never come his way
again. And the Marines were probably on their way. He wondered how many
there would be.
He was standing at the motel exit gazing out on the parking lot,
sipping his drink and wondering what he was getting himself into, when he
saw a car pull up way across the lot; a car full of guys. He turned and
rushed back to the room.
"I think they're here. I saw a car full of guys pull up," he
announced breathlessly to Doug who was pulling on a pair of shorts.
"You sound nervous."
"All of a sudden I'm very nervous."
"Hey, if you want to change your mind, all you gotta do is say
so."
"They're already here," Scott said with some urgency in his
voice.
"No problem, I'll tell them to go back."
"No," he said softly, shaking his head. "You can't do that. "No,
this opportunity won't ever come again; I would never forgive myself, being
this close."
"Okay, then it's on. You need a refill on that drink?"
"Yes."
Doug freshened his drink and they waited till there was a knock
at the door. Scott nearly jumped out of his skin. Doug looked at him all
the time he was walking to the door.
"Are you sure you wanta do this? I can send them away," he said
quietly with his hand on the door.
Again, Scott shook his head and suddenly it was too late; Doug
was opening the door.
"Hey, stud."
"Hey, Conner....guys....come on in," Doug said.
Scott watched them file into the room; one....two
.... three....four.?five.....six! Geezsnss, there were six of them! Seven,
counting Doug. My Godd, what was he going to do with seven marines! Two
of them carried a large cooker and another had a twelve pack of beer.
"Guys, this is Scott, an old buddy and team mate of mine from
back home," Doug said. "This is Conner?.and he's the only one I know."
As Conner made the rest of the introductions each man stepped
forward to shake hands.
"That's Joe."
"Good to meet you, Scott."
"Christian." He only nodded as they shook hands.
"Paul.
"Glad to meet you, Scotty. Or is it strictly Scott?"
"Either one," Scott said as they shook hands.
"Gunner." He just smiled.
"Glad you could make it, Gunner," Scott said
"I wouldn't have missed it. Conner said there was gonna be an
orgy."
"And that's Jason."
"I'm black, in case they didn't tell you," Jason said, bringing
groans of laughter from the others.
Scott had taken them all in with a sweeping look as they came in,
now, with the introductions he took more careful note of them individually.
Conner had the classic build and commanding look of a Marine;
military through and through. Good looking with a grace in his moves that
would make a jungle cat envious. He had on Marine camo pants and a
Marine-green T-shirt. The man reeked of Marine.
Joe was muscular as well?.they all were....and tall and roughly
handsome; a look that made him look almost mean until he smiled. He wore a
tank top that showed off his upper body nicely and cargo shorts that were
made to go below the knees but on him they the bottom ties hugged his
massive thighs. Scott could imagine those thighs locked around his head.
Christian was a tall, lean-muscled blonde, tanned...they were all
tanned as well....who he looked like a California beach boy in a tank-top
that drew attention to his broad, muscle-heaped shoulders. His deep blue
eyes, the full lips and the way he carried himself, he might have belonged
in prep school instead of the Marines.
Paul was a quiet-type, well-built guy who looked like he belonged
on a construction crew, with soft, warm eyes and a trace of a smile that
always seemed to be there, like he knew something nobody else knew. He was
just plain working-man sexy in faded jeans and black combat boots and a
plaid, short-sleeved shirt that looked like it was tailor made to fit his
classic upper body.
Gunner was just plain big and drop-dead good looking in a down home
sort of way. Unlike the others, he had come prepared for action. He wore
the athletic short that Scott had seen them playing football in and a
Marine-green T-shirt and his black combat boots with white socks that
bagged sexily just below his bulging calves. His bulky shoulders were like
soccer balls that drew the shirt sleeves well above his biceps. The shirt
fit snug around the middle so his abs could be seen rippling when he
moved. He looked like a bodybuilder who might need to stop lifting weights
for a while. The shorts exposed every inch of his huge thighs, nearly to
the curve of his butt. There was a properly impressive, pouch-like bulge
in front indicating a jockstrap underneath.
Jason stood out, not just because he was black but he was so big
and muscular. His black jeans hugged his bubble butt and his thighs and
seemed to caress the mighty bulge at his crotch. Scott had heard the
rumors about black men and their super endowments and it looked like Jason
was no exception. His huge upper arms contrasted against the white T-shirt
and his chest was massive. His broad features and square jaw formed a
handsome face with a dimple in his chin that made him look both studly and
boyish. He topped it all off with cowboy boots.
"There's beer iced down in the cooler," one of them said.
"Hey, guys, look at this," another said, picking up one of the
bottles of whiskey. "JD and Wild Turkey. This Marine knows how to throw a
party."
Jason appointed himself bartender. He picked up the cooler that
two men had carried in and began tossing out cans of beer to his
buddies. He tossed one to Scott last. Scott opened it and downed half of
it. He was going to need it.
"Need another one?" Jason asked.
"I'm good for now, thanks," Scott said.
Christian grabbed a beer that was coming at him but didn't open it.
He picked up the bottle of JD instead. "The proper way to drink whiskey
and beer, gentlemen, is to drink the whiskey first and chase it with the
beer."
"Is that something you learned at that Ivy League college?"
one of them asked.
Joe snatched a beer out of the air and popped the tab. He took a
long swig, about half the can, then took the bottle from Christian. "I'll
show you the proper Marine way to drink whiskey and beer," he said as he
poured a goodly amount of the whiskey into his beer can then took another
healthy swig. He shuddered, shaking his head. "Fuck, that's good stuff!"
"Very many of those, you're not gonna remember if it was good or
not."
"Don't worry, I'm not getting drunk. I don't wanta miss the orgy."
Then he looked at Scott. "I guess you're the one that's gonna be doing us?"
he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Scott didn't reply verbally. They all knew he was but he was
taken aback by the guy's boldness. The rest of the Marines followed Joe's
lead and began taking off their clothes. Scott sat on the edge of the bed
and watched with panicked excitement as the six Marines stripped and bared
their muscular bodies.
Joe stopped at his shorts and socks. He took another drink of
beer and looked at Scott. "You wanta finish this for me?" he asked,
snapping the waistband of his shorts as he moved squarely in front of him.
Scott could feel the man's body-heat, then he was so close he
could feel the hair on his thighs. Joe put his hand on Scott's shoulder,
with a little pressure. Scott let himself be pushed forward then off the
bed and down to his knees in front of the muscular Marine. Joe put his
hand on the back of his head and smashed his face against the front of his
shorts.
"Mouth it, get `em nice and wet first, before you take them off
of me."
Scott was too weak from excitement even if he wanted to refuse.
He mouthed the big lump of man-flesh curled up inside the pouch till the
material was wet. He could feel it come to life and he was anxious to have
the bare, warm flesh in his mouth.
"Shit, this is going to be great; he's hungry for cock," Joe
said.
When his cock was tenting his briefs, Joe pulled the waistband down
and tucked it under his balls. His cock fell free, swinging straight out
like a battering ram. He was big, but not as big as Doug. He pulled
Scott's head back and forced his cock in his mouth. He didn't stop till he
had maneuvered it all the way down his throat. Scott put up only minor
resistance, gagging and choking.
"Fuck, look at that! He made him swallow the whole thing!" Chris
exclaimed.
"Yeah, I wanta see him do that to Jason," Christian said.
Joe laughed. "Like anybody could do that to Jason," he scoffed.
"I was with him one time with some women and she couldn't even take him all
the way in her pussy."
"Hey, what the fuck is that!" somebody yelled.
It was Gunner, yelling at Christian, who was taking pictures.
"I thought we might want a memento of this occasion," Chris said.
"Memento, your ass!" Gunner swore as he started to take the
camera.
"Go ahead, let him take pictures, I don't mind," Joe said.
Nobody asked Scott if he minded. He didn't. Actually, the idea
of having pictures excited him. He just wouldn't want them falling into
the wrong hands. Gunner and the rest of the men felt the same.
"You're gonna mind a big whole lot if the Marines gets hold of
`em," someone said.
"Hey, there's no film, it's a digital camera," Christian
said. "You can download the pictures to a thumb drive and carry them around
on your keychain."
Scott was a little fearful but anxious to see Jason as he
slobbered and sucked Joe's big cock. They were all naked now except Jason,
and tanned beautifully tanned except around the waist and upper thighs
where their PT shorts stuck them. Except Paul who had a brief boxer
swimsuit tan. Christian had an all-over tan but slightly lighter where he
wore an awfully small swimsuit.
"You still haven't told us where you go to get that full-body
tan," Paul said.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"No."
"Good, then my secret place is still safe," Christian said.
"Tell us this much, is it on base?" Joe asked.
"Yes."
Joe stopped Scott from moving and held his head in his hands to
fuck his face. Scott clasped his hands around his thighs. He loved the
feel of the hairy, brick-hard muscles. He felt a hand inside his running
shorts, feeling his bare butt.
"Aww, feel this," someone said
There was another hand on his butt.
"That is one fuckable ass."
And yet another hand went inside his shorts and explored both
sides of his butt and down the crack. They left little doubt that they were
going to use his ass for their pleasure. Scott didn't mind, except that he
didn't know if the Marines were simply interested in getting their rocks
off and leaving, or if they had come geared up for an all-day/all-night
orgy. And he was still wondering just how big Jason was. Gunner, too, but
he was more anxious to get his hands on Gunner's body and feel his bulging
muscles against him.
"Hey, let's get him up on the bed," Christian said. "Stretch out
on the bed, Joe, so we can get him up here on his hands and knees; fuck, I
can't stand to see that tight, round butt going to waste."
Somebody was passing around a bottle and more beer and they
offered one to Scott as someone helped him to his feet. He took it and
downed a lot of it and handed the can back. It was beer mixed with whiskey
and it tasted terrible but he was feeling good and relaxed so it didn't
matter. In fact, he needed to feel it more before they went to work on
him. A pair of rough hands pulled his T-shirt off and somebody else was
pulling his shorts down and off, leaving him in his sneakers and jockstrap.
"Goddam, that is downright edible," Christian said, rubbing his
ass.
Two pairs of hands guided him to the bed where Joe was stretched
out crossways with his legs spread apart and holding his cock straight up.
On his knees at the edge of the mattress they pulled Scott's legs apart so
his butt was tilted back and pulled apart.
"You said it was edible, let's see you chow down. Here, I'll
hold your beer for you," Gunner challenged Christian as he reached for his
beer.
"Hey, I'm gonna need that, and another one before I do that,"
Chris joked, grabbing his beer back.
Out of the corner of his eye, while he was sucking Joe's thick
cock, Scott saw Christian move around from the foot of the bed, behind him,
then felt his hands on his butt. "Nice," he said as he snapped the straps
of his jock. Somebody was holding out a tube of lube for Christian but
somebody pushed it away.
"No, no, he's gonna eat his ass before he fucks it," someone
said. "He said he would."
"I was kidding," Christian said, laughing.
"Well now you're serious," Gunner said. "Eat it before you fuck
it."
"Are the rest of you going to rim him before you fuck him?"
Christian asked.
"Is that another Ivy League word; rimming? It's called eating ass,
just like eating pussy."
"Are you going to eat his ass, then, him before you fuck him?"
Christian asked again. "If you are, I'll go first."
"Sure, count me in," Gunner said.
"Count me out," someone said.
"Fuck, why not? I'm in," said another.
Scott couldn't tell who was in or out but he was excited at the
thought of any of these tough Marines eating his ass.
"One more drink, then you dive," Paul said, holding a beer out to
Christian.
A moment later, Scott felt hands raising his hips up, then
Christian's hot breath on his ass. He saw the others gather around to
watch.
"We agreed, right, everything that happens in this room stays
between us," Christian said.
"Yeah, it's all agreed. Eat ass."
Scott moaned around Joe's thrusting cock as he felt Christian's
tongue licking the inner slopes of his butt. He moaned louder when he
licked his asshole. He was tentative at first and Scott wondered if he'd
ever done it before, but he was soon pulling his asshole open to get his
tongue in deeper. Scott tried to detach himself from the intense pleasure
so he wouldn't go off prematurely.
"How long do I have to do it before I fuck him?" Christian asked.
"Five minutes. I'll time you."
Scott couldn't gauge the time but he soon felt slick, warm lube
being applied to his butt, being worked into his asshole. He winced but
the pleasure was already too good to worry about some minor pain. He was
glad it was Christian fucking him first. He was big, but he wasn't huge
like some of the others. After Doug, Scott knew he could handle him okay.
The heat of Christian's cock pressed against his slick hole,
probing gently against the ring of muscle around his asshole. Then
Christian grasped him by the hips and shoved.
"UUhhnnnnn," Christian moaned as his cock burst through
the tight hole into the heat of Scott's asshole.
Scott winced from the pain but his gasp was muffled by Joe's cock
in his mouth. Christian didn't waste any time. He shoved right in and
went to work, pumping in and out through his hole, sliding across the spot
that made Scott feel like he wanted to come all the time. Shit, I don't
want to come yet, he thought. He wanted to hold out till he had
experienced all six of the big Marines. Seven including Doug, although he
didn't know if Doug was going to participate; he still had his shorts and
T-shirt on.
"Ohhh...Ohhh, Mannn, this is better than pussy. He's so hot and
tight," Christian moaned.
Scott was thinking ahead to Joe's finish. He had to be getting
close, he'd been sucking him for quite a while. He didn't know if he should
take his load. He wondered if it might freak them out if he swallowed.
But then, Joe might not warn him or let him off of his cock when he shot
off and once he came in his mouth, he couldn't spit it out. That would
really freak them out. If the others would surely followed suit he was
going to be drinking a lot of cum. He just hoped he didn't get sick. All
the while, he was jutting his butt back onto Christian's thrusting cock.
"Aww, yeah, look at him?.he loves it.?he's a regular cock hound,
loves it from both ends," Gunner said.
Joe shot off without warning. Suddenly he was spurting hot come
into Scott's mouth and he had his hands around his head so he couldn't move
off. Scott took it and lavered the stuff round the belching head till the
taste permeated his taste buds then he began swallowing. He had always
wondered if all cum tasted alike. It didn't. Joe's wasn't as good as
Doug's but feeling it shooting into his mouth excited him. He wondered if
the others noticed what was happening. They did as Joe began to relax, and
he let go of Scott's head.
"Did you come?"
"Fuck, yeah. Did you see how he took it?" "Fuck, he?.he swallowed
it."
"Gulped right down," Joe said. "Didn't waste a drop. That's the
mark of a true and dedicated cocksucker."
Paul took Joe's place on the bed, kneeling back on his haunches to
offer Scott his cock. He was about the same size but he had a perfectly
shaped cock, like the veins had been specially designed and placed around
the hand-crafted instrument. Instinctively, Scott lapped up his precome
just before he shoved his cock in his mouth.
"Can you take it all, like you did Joe's," Paul asked as he
clasped his hands around Scott's head.
He took it easier than Joe's, because of the perfect
shape. Christian was still pounding his ass, making him squeal and whimper
with delight around Paul's cock. Scott wondered that nobody mentioned
condoms. But he felt safe with a bunch of healthy Marines, and he wanted
to feel their come and taste it, not have it gathered in a condom to go to
waste.
When Christian was ready to go off he pulled his cock out of
Scott's ass and jacked it off all over his butt. Scott liked the feel of
the hot juice landing on his bare skin but he was disappointed that he
didn't get to feel his heat inside his ass. He hoped Christian would fuck
him again and not pull out. He had a strange desire to have at least one
load of every Marine's cum inside his ass.
"Hey, Christian, now that's what I call edible....nice smooth
butt meat with warm man-sauce. Come on, chow down on that," Gunner said.
"No thanks."
"Come on, it's your own juice, what's it gonna hurt? You'd just be
taking it back in, like recycling."
Scott was crouched forward on his knees between Paul's legs,
lathering his cock with his spit. He was expecting someone to climb on the
bed behind him and fuck him. But before anyone else could move into
position, before he'd given Paul's cock a dozen strokes, Paul changed his
mind and said he wanted to fuck him, on his back. Scott readily lay across
the bed on his back, ready and eager.
"No, I mean both of us on our backs," Paul said. "You on your back
on top of me."
Scott moved to let Paul stretch out then he straddled him and
lowered himself onto his cock.
"OOhhhhhh," he whispered as the big cock snaked up deeper than
before as he settled his butt onto Paul's pubes.
"That hurt this way?" Paul asked.
"No. No, it just goes in deeper, but it's okay," Scott said.
When the Marine's cock was firmly wedged inside his ass he lay back on
Paul's upper body and began humping his butt in rhythm with his thrusts.
Christian and Gunner stood at the side of the bed watching the action up
close.
"Look at that asshole swallowing his cock," Christian remarked.
"Yeah, I wonder if it could stretch enough to swallow two cocks
at the same time," Gunner said.
"Not if one of them was yours," Christian said. "He'll do good
to take your cock all by itself. But mine.?I'm normal size."
Scott felt a twinge of fear as he imagined taking two cocks in
him at the same time, afraid that he might have to take them. If they
decided they were going to double-fuck him, he would have to take it. He
looked around for Doug, as if he wanted to ask for his help or protection,
but Doug wasn't standing where he could see him.
"Go for it," Gunner said. "If you guys get him stretched out,
maybe he can take me and somebody else. Meanwhile, I'm gonna get me some
head."
Gunner stepped up on the bed and stood astraddle Scott and Paul and
lowered himself halfway down on his haunches to feed Scott his cock. Gunner
was huge. Not just thick?.he was so big around, his own hand didn't reach
around it. He was a good nine inches or longer. Scott couldn't take it down
his throat, despite their joint efforts, and Gunner finally resigned
himself to fucking just his mouth.
"Hey, hell, don't kill yourself," he told Scott. "Just suck it."
Scott was scared now as he felt Christian feeling his ass, around
Paul's cock, probing with his fingers, as if to find more room. He felt
one finger being work through his hole alongside Paul's cock, then another,
stretching his asshole unmercifully.
"Here's some more lube," someone said.
Christian was going to do it! They were going to double-fuck him!
Geezuss, two cocks that size at the same time!....he didn't know if he
could take it. He was afraid they might tear his asshole apart. But he
couldn't speak, his mouth was full of cock, and he was sure it wouldn't do
any good anyway to protest. These marines were there for sex, and they
would use him in any way they wanted to satisfy their desires. He felt the
mattress give as Christian stepped up on the bed then he was looking at the
smooth-muscled stud, stroking his cock. Christian crouched down and Scott
cringed when he felt the heat of his cock poking at his ass, already so
full of Paul's cock. Paul held still and Scott held his breath. He could
feel the second cock wedging firmly into the top part of his asshole, along
the top of Paul's cock.
"You're locked and loaded, man. Go in."
Christian shoved his cock through the top of part of his hole,
sliding it up along the underside of Paul's cock and suddenly, in that one
hard thrust, he was in him.
"UUUhhhhhhh!" Scott moaned, tossing his head back hard onto
Paul's shoulder.
"Got it in him?" someone asked.
"Oh, yeah," Christian said.
"Fuck, yeah, I can feel your cock sliding against mine," Paul
said.
"Hey, don't fall in love down there, you guys," someone joked.
Eyes closed tightly, Scott sucked up the pain, surprised and
thankful that it wasn't more severe. It wasn't sharp, unbearable pain,
just the feeling of being stretched. He finally had to let the air out of
his lungs. He was glad he had Gunner's big, thick cock to hold his
attention.
"How's that feel?"
He blinked and saw Doug's face hovering over him.
Scott twisted his head away from Gunner's cock, leaving it
suspended out from his hairy loins. "This is way more than I expected,"
Scott said.
"Is it okay? I can make `em stop," Doug said.
"No....no, I don't want them to stop. I was scared but it's
incredible, two big hot cocks sliding in and out of my ass." He was
surprised then to feel Doug's big, strong hand wrap around his cock. The
others were surprised, too.
"What the hell, you're jacking him off?" someone asked,
surprised.
"Hey, he deserves something for all of this," Doug said.
"I think he's getting what he wants out of it."
But Doug kept on stroking his cock while he leveled his head under
Gunner's throbbing cock to take it in his mouth. The level of Scott's
pleasure soared to unbelievable heights with each passing moment, each pump
of Doug's big, rough hand and the two big cocks sliding in and out of his
stretched asshole, working back and forth against each other like two hot,
oiled pistons, vying for his prostate.
"Hey, when you guys get ready to come, pull out," Gunner told them.
"I wanta see you guys come. I wanta see which one of you shoots the most
and farthest."
"Shit, what kind of a pervert are you?" Christian asked.
No, Scott thought. He wanted their loads inside him. But maybe
they all fuck him more than one time. Meanwhile he would just enjoy the
pleasure they were giving him. Pleasure that was so intense he didn't know
how much longer he could stand it.
"You getting anywhere near close?" Christian asked Paul.
"I can work it up anytime you're ready," Paul said.
They worked each other up, pumping their cocks and sliding them
against each other. Christian seemed mesmerized, watching their two cocks
slide in and out of Scott's hole.
"Okay, I'm getting close," Paul said.
"Slow down, I'm getting there," Christian told him. "Okay man,
let's do it!" he cried as pulled his cock out and began to shoot his load.
The stuff spewed out all over Scott's cock and up across his abs, to his
chest. Paul withdrew then and Christian reached down to jack him to the
finish. Paul's load shot up at a sharp angle and landed on Scott's belly
before it subsided to his balls.
"Okay, Numb-Nuts, you said if it was your own juice you would eat
it," Gunner reminded Christian, and pushed him down by the shoulders at
Scott's chest. Christian resisted but the others chided him to do it.
"Come on, chicken shit, you said you would do it," Jason said.
"It's not all my cum," he protested.
"Well then you'll know if all cum tastes alike," Joe said as he
clasped his big, rough hand around the back of Christian's neck. Another
pair of hands was pushing down on his shoulders He closed his eyes to block
it all out.
"Come on, guys don't make me do this," Christian begged. "Come on,
I was only kidding."
"Yeah like you were only kidding about eating ass," Joe
growled. "Come on now, get down there and start licking it up. It ain't
gonna kill you. It's just recycling. Hell, Scotty's swallowing it in
gulps and he ain't died or passed out yet."
Christian was about to protest again and resist strongly but
someone brought his arm around behind him and twisted it up across his
back. The slightest upward pressure, his eyes still closed tightly, he
bent down and blindly started lapping up his cum, and some of Paul's off of
Scott's abs. The others laughed and applauded and clanked their beers
together in victorious salute.
"He acts like he likes it," Joe said.
"Are you sure you haven't done that before?" Christian asked.
"Hey, you missed some on his balls," someone else said and
Christian bent lower and found his way to the cum-drenched balls.
"Hey, I've got some here for you," one of the others said.
Scott was surprised at the way Christian was licking up the warm
cum. So were his buddies. He seemed eager to lap it up. Meanwhile, he was
anticipating Gunner's load. But suddenly Gunner pulled his cock out of his
mouth and stood straight and turned around, stroking is cock fast and
furious.
After several minutes, when he was done, Christian rose up, wiping
his mouth with the back of his hand, a goofy, victorious grin on his face.
"There, motherfuckers, don't ever say I went back on my word," he said.
"Fuck, man, your word had nothing to do with it. You were going at
it like you liked it," Joe said.
"Well, it wasn't all that bad," Christian said.
"How'd it all taste, any different from yours, or does it all taste
the same?" Joe asked.
Christian looked at him with a blank stare and didn't answer him.
The others started laughing. Paul was easing Scott off of him to he could
raise up.
"Man, that was an awesome fuck," he said. "Hey, did you get off?"
"Like gang-busters," Gunner said.
Christian continued his blank stare, now focused at Gunner who was
not standing beside the bed. You?. you shot all over his balls." Gunner
laughed. "Geezusss!....Awww, Shit!" Christian swore as he backed off the
bed. "You motherfuckers, you tricked me," he yelled angrily, aiming it at
Gunner. "I had my eyes shut?.and that was your cum I was licking off his
balls."
"You didn't seem to care whose it was," Gunner said. "What the
hell, cum is cum, so they tell me. I just wonder if it all tastes the
same."
But Christian was on his way to the bathroom, gagging and spitting.
The other Marines roared with laughter. Nobody was feeling bad about
playing the trick on him. Scott lay sprawled out on the bed, well fucked,
but knowing they weren't finished with him. He waited for the next one.
He was surprised when Gunner climbed on top of him. He had just shot his
load, but Scott could feel his cock still hard, pressing against his
stomach. Gunner didn't plunge like Scott expected he would. Instead, he
laid himself lightly over Scott's body and worked his cock back and forth
along side Scott's cock and rubbed their muscles together.
"I hope I can do you some good solo after those guys double fucked
you," Gunner said as he lifted Scott's legs onto his shoulders, bending him
in half.
The other two Marines had stretched him so that when Gunner went in
him he was more than ready for him. He was still snug, simply because of
Gunner's size, but it didn't hurt and his ass welcomed the bulk of the
man's cock. He just felt stuffed full, and it was a good feeling. Gunner
fucked him slowly, as if he were afraid he might hurt him, or maybe it was
like he was making love to him, although Scott didn't think Gunner had that
in him, to make love to another guy. But he came awfully close. He arched
up over Scott's body, plunging his huge cock straight down into his ass;
his face was nuzzled in the curve of Scott's neck.
"You are one fuckin' hot little stud," he whispered.
"Thanks."
"So fuckin' cute," Gunner went on.
"Thanks."
"If we didn't have all these other fuckers here, I think I would
kiss you."
"Maybe....sometime?.."
Just then the others noticed how gentle and tender Gunner was being
with him, and the way he was hunkered over Scott while he fucked him.
"Shit, man, are you fucking his ass or making love to him?" one of
the asked.
Quickly Gunner reverted back to his stud-marine status and began
fucking him harder, till towards the end, he got almost brutal. Scott
didn't mind. It probably couldn't ever happen, to be made love to by the
big Marine, but it was enough just knowing how Gunner felt. Gunner didn't
pull out when he went off. He shot him full of cum. At the end he hovered
down close and whispered, "Thanks, stud, you're awesome."
When Gunner was finished, the Marines offered Scott to Doug.
"Hell, after all, he is your brother, and you arranged this,"
Christian said.
"Naw, go ahead. You guys are going back to the barracks, I'm not,"
Doug said. Scott thought he might, because he was completely naked now.
They all looked at Jason, who had been sitting patiently in the
chair with one foot cocked over the other knee. The only one still
partially clothed, he'd been rubbing his shorts and squeezing his tits.
They could see his shorts were tented but they didn't know how badly till
he smiled and stood up and shoved them down.
"Holy Shit!!" Christian exclaimed.
"Damn!" Gunner swore swore. Scott was again surprised that Gunner
showed that kind of interest in another Marine's manhood.
"Fuck, Jason, I've seen you in the showers a hundred times but
hell, that's ridiculous," Joe said.
Scott lay gaping at the big black cock attached to the sleek,
muscular frame. It stood out straight, so long he couldn't believe it,
waving about as Jason kicked his shorts aside. It looked like it was a
foot long! Geezuss, maybe more. He was afraid to ask. How does he carry
it around, Scott wondered.
Jason let his cock throb up and down a few times then wrapped his
hand around it. He was obviously proud of what he had.
"You must need another pair of hands to jack off," Gunner said.
"Who says I jack off," Jason said cockily. "When you've got one
like this, you don't need to jack yourself off." He looked at Christian
with a sly grin. "Just ask Christian."
They all turned their eyes on Christian, looking surprised and
unbelieving. Christian looked embarrassed enough to be guilty.
"Hey, don't look at me, he's just joking," he said defensively.
"Yeah? How come your face is turning red?"
"I wasn't expecting him to say that."
"Yeah, I'll bet you weren't."
"Come on guys, you know I wouldn't be doing that for any guy,"
Christian said. "Tell `em Jason, tell `em you're only kidding....come on,
tell `em, I don't wanta get that reputation."
"You already got yourself a reputation, now," Joe drawled. "Shit,
you obviously liked eating ass and you lapped up cum like it was whipped
cream."
"I got tricked into that," Christian said.
"Yeah, well, anybody who would eat come would jack a guy off,"
Gunner said.
"Okay, okay, guys, I was kidding," Jason said, laughing. "I
tried to get him to do it but he wouldn't."
"Now that's a lie, too," Christian exclaimed, laughing.
Through it all, Scott was wondering how he was going to handle
Jason's huge cock; how he could possibly take it.... and fleetingly, how he
might get out of it, at least taking it in his ass. Maybe he would settle
for a combo handjob/blowjob. It was so big it scared him. He would love to
get his hands on it and jack him off and suck it, although he didn't know
how he could do him justice with his mouth. On second thought, maybe he
could take him in the ass. Being double fucked, he knew he could handle
his girth but he didn't know where he was going to put all those inches.
Geezzuss, his ass had to end somewhere, and he was afraid Jason would
extend beyond that.
He looked at Doug only to see a helpless look on his face. He
was right, there wasn't going to be any stopping Jason. Not after taking
on the rest of them.
Jason moved over to the bed, his cock extending out over the edge
of the mattress. He must've seen the fear on Scott's face. He smiled as
he set one knee into the mattress between Scott's legs and lifted one leg
onto his shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna plow you a new asshole," he said.
"Well, I am, but I'll do it nice and easy," he added.
"Have you ever had that thing buried in a guy's ass before?" Joe
asked.
"Yeah," he said with a wide grin as he looked around the room at
every one of his buddies. "But I'm not gonna tell which one of you it was
that took it." Then he turned his attention back to Scott. He spat on his
cock and lubed it up. "I don't think I'm gonna need much lube, you're
pretty much lubed up by now."
"Yeah," Scott said nervously.
"Does this big, black cock scare you?" Jason asked.
"A little," he replied honestly. He wondered if they could hear
the tremor that he felt in his voice. He glanced once more at Doug and saw
that there was no help there, although he didn't' know what he wanted or
expected Doug to do. He was doomed; he was going to get fucked by a big
black stallion.
Jason brought Scott's other leg up onto his shoulder and pulled him
in tighter to his own body. His cock stuck way out over Scott's belly and
Scott tried to imagine where it would possibly go. Probably into his
lungs. He felt the heat of the blunt head sliding between his buns then
pressing anxiously against his hole. Instinctively, he tried to tighten it
but he was too relaxed from all the other action. It was a good thing, he
needed to relax anyway. The hot head slid effortlessly through his
sphincter muscle and burrowed its way into his guts. Deeper and deeper,
quickly passing where all the others had reached. Scott didn't know how
much of it he had in him and how much of it there was left, but Jason was
definitely entering new territory; a place where he doubted any man would
ever go again.
"You doing okay?" Jason asked him.
"Yeah?.so far," Scott replied.
"Shit, man, where's he putting it?" someone said.
"Fuck, you shove that thing in any deeper, you're gonna be doing a
tonsillectomy without a license," Joe said.
Scott lurched when Jason hit something deep inside him, and the big
stud paused with a mumbled "sorry" but deftly maneuvered around it and kept
going deeper. Suddenly, his cock slid into a place that made Scott's eyes
widen and made him tremble with fearful excitement. It was as if the big
Marine had truly plowed into a whole new asshole; an empty, open space that
radiated with the heat of his huge cock.
"We've got a couple more inches to go. Think you can manage it?"
Jason asked.
"Yes," Scott replied breathlessly. "It doesn't hurt, it's....ohhh,
I don't know how to describe it, but it don't hurt." He stifled his outcry
as Jason buried the final couple of inches of cock inside him. When he
leaned down against him Scott wrapped his arms and legs around him to hold
him tight.
"Fuck, boy, you took it like a real man," Jason whispered.
"I took it like a coward," Scott said. "I was scared to death."
"But you're not now."
"No. No, I'm fine," he said.
"Are you sure?"
"Okay, I'm not fine, just okay. I'm still a little nervous about
how deep you went in," Scott said.
"Let's see if we can figure that out," Jason said as he twisted and
churched his hips around in circles, causing his cock to lob around inside
him like a branch in the wind.
"Ohhh, Godd!" Scott gasped as the end of the giant cock lobbed
around in the strange new space.
"You never had anybody go in this far, huh?"
"No. I've never even seen a cock as big as yours," Scott said.
"Well, we don't know where it went but you sure took it like a man.
How's it feeling now?"
"I can't describe it, I never had anything feel like this before,
not even when I was getting double fucked."
Jason chuckled. That just proves it only takes one black man to do
the job of two white guys. So, does that mean I can fuck you?"
"Yes."
"I didn't hear you."
"Yeah," Scott said again.
"I still didn't hear you," Jason said.
Scott realized then that he was playing his game.
"Yeah, you can fuck me," he said.
"Hell, I know I can fuck you, hell, I've got my cock buried a foot
deep in your ass. I wanta hear you say you want me to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me."
"Can you say it a little louder so I've got witnesses? I don't
wanta be accused of rape when we're all done."
"I want you to fuck me!" Scott said louder.
"Okay, we heard him, just do it," somebody said.
"Yeah, we wanta see this," another said.
Jason fucked him like none of the others had, or could; like Doug
had never fucked him, and like Scott believed no other man would ever fuck
him again. If he ever wanted to feel this again he would have to go to a
stud farm and hire a stallion, or come back and find Jason. He clung to
the big black stud like a drowning man. His brain was awash with lust so
that he couldn't even focus. My Godd, he was touching so many places
inside him....incessantly thrusting him to a higher level, it seemed with
almost every thrust of his cock. He saw shades of gray, then black with
tiny stars.
"Oh, Godd, Jason, I don't know what you're doing to me but I feel
like I'm gonna float off."
"Go ahead, I've got you, go wherever it takes you."
"It's so good. Just hold onto me."
"You hang on to me, just like you're doing. Keep your arms around
my shoulders and keep those legs locked around my butt."
"You're gonna make me come, and I don't wanta come yet," Scott
whimpered. "I want you to keep on fucking me. I want you to fuck my
brains out. Ohh, Jason, I've never felt anything like this ever before."
"I'll help you hold off," Jason told him, slowing his pace and
narrowing his strokes to straight in and out, no twisting hip movement.
"Concentrate on something else," he said. He slid an arm under Scott's
upper back and lifted him up. "Kiss my chest, suck my tits, take your mind
off what's going on inside you."
Scott showered the man's sweaty, muscular chest with kisses, and
sucked his big turgid nipples like a hungry calf while he explored the
man's muscles as far as he could reach. "I love your muscles, Jason, and I
love your tits. Godd, you are so beautiful," he said in whispering moans as
he humped his butt up against the man's hard loins. Jason had all but
stopped moving his hips and Scott wanted the feel of his big cock moving
inside him. "Please don't stop fucking me!" he gasped between slurps
around Jason's nipples.
"Okay, I guess it's a lost cause, You can't control yourself. Let's
just fuck and let everything blow when it's ready."
"Yess! I can't help it," Scott whined. "You're touching so many
places inside me?.I'm gonna come, but you don't have to stop, you can keep
on fucking me," he said.
"Ohh, yeahhhh, let it go, then, stud," Jason said as Scott began
spurting come out all over both of them. "Shit, that's hot! Aww, mannn, I
love the way your asshole's clenching around my cock when you shoot."
It was the most excruciating climax he'd ever had, bar
none. Trembling with his mounting lust, more than once he thought he might
black out, it was so intense.
"Ohh, Godd?.Ohh, Godd?.Ohh, Godd," he kept moaning, sounding almost
incoherent. His body lurched with each spasm of come that shot out of his
cock in long, thick ropes. Godd, it almost ached, it was so powerful, as if
Jason had tapped an unknown reservoir deep inside him.
Scott was near exhaustion after he shot his load but Jason didn't
stop. The others were gathered around, watching in quiet awe. Jason didn't
seem to mind that Scott wasn't giving back as enthusiastically as before;
he just kept on, using him now as a vessel for his sex. He used him for a
long time and Scott languished in the pleasure of the giant black cock
steadily massaging his insides. He nearly lost his sensibilities again when
Jason finally shot off. His utterances were squeals and groans and
whimpers and outcries all in one noise as he clung to the big black man,
receiving the hot essence of his manhood. He clung tightly till his arms
and legs weakened and he felt his body begin to relax. Then he let go and
fell into a state of total relaxation himself. He could feel himself
floating off even during the long withdrawal of Jason's cock.
"Damn, I wanted to see you shoot," someone complained to Jason.
"Get down on your knees, I'll let you see," Jason said.
Scott succumbed helpless to his tired slumber.
"Shit, I think you fucked him right out of his mind," were the last
words he heard.
He came begrudgingly out of a sleep-he didn't know how long
slept-it felt like he'd been out there somewhere forever. He opened his
eyes for a second but didn't look around. He could see that it was dark
outside. He'd never felt so totally and wonderfully relaxed in his life,
never so contented and utterly, physically satisfied. He clenched his
asshole to see if it was sore. It wasn't. That would probably come
later. But it didn't feel like it had closed up completely. There was
somebody lying beside him on the bed, propped back against the headboard.
"Is he going to wake up?" someone asked.
"We gave him a pretty good workout."
"Yeah, but he took it. Man, the way he endured what we gave him,
he would make a hell of a Marine."
"Are we going to wake him up? Are we going to have another go at
it, or are we gonna leave and let him sleep?"
"No, I think he's waking up. I don't think he would want you to
leave. You guys all know, don't you, that this was a fantasy of his."
Scott recognized the voice and that it was Doug who was lying close
to him. He opened his eyes to see Doug smiling down at him. Looking
around he saw the others were lounging around the room, sitting on the
floor with their knees cocked up, or sitting on the dresser, sipping
beer. When they heard Doug and saw Scott coming to life they came to life
too, standing up, setting down their beers.
It was Gunner who spoke with surprising concern. "Hey, stud, do
you want some more, or do you want us to get out of here and leave you
alone?"
"Or maybe?.." Joe spoke up. "Maybe Doug and him want to have a
little time together before he heads back home."
Everyone looked at Doug. Doug looked at Scott.
"We can say our good-byes later," Doug said.
"Yes. Don't leave," Scott said. "I'll take whatever you all want
to give for as long as you wanta stay."
So it began all over again. Scott didn't even try to keep track of
who was fucking him, or whose cock he had in his mouth, or who's come was
blasting inside him or all over him. He let himself be used and he loved
every minute of it. His asshole was almost numb but he could still feel
the wonderful sensations of a hot, hard cock inside him through the
numbness. He especially felt Jason's huge cock again as it reached deep
where he hadn't been used as much and wasn't so numb. It could be said
that the Marines wore down before Scott did. He began hearing talk of
things winding down. He wouldn't object but he still longed for more. He
was relieved and delighted when Gunner remarked that they ought to try one
more thing before they threw in the towel, and Christian agreed. Scott
figured they had concocted something between them. But then he was
frightened when Gunner explained what that one more thing was.
"Scott is a regular war horse," he began. "He's been fucked more
times than a cheerleader in the boy's locker room. He's been double
fucked. And he took Jason big black stallion dick, for chrissakes, that
alone should get him a medal. So Christian and I were thinking we ought
try a triple fuck."
Oh, God! Scott thought. Three cocks in his ass at the same time! He
couldn't do that. He couldn't allow them to do it. It would rip him apart.
He looked at Doug for help.
"I don't know, guys, that's getting pretty extreme," Doug said.
"How're you gonna do it, anyway," Joe scoffed. "How're three guys
gonna get positioned together to even do it."
Scott didn't know either, but he was more concerned that nobody was
asking him if he wanted to do it.
"We got that figured out," Christian said. "Gunner is the bottom
man. He's got a beer can cock, it'll be the plug. Another guy mounts him
from the top, we can draw straws for that position. Then Jason, being the
biggest, goes straight in between the other two cocks. He'll probably do
most of the fucking while the other two are the stationery fucks."
Scott was mesmerized with the idea, as much as he was frightened.
Doug's hand rested on his shoulder, his fingers massaging the muscles
there, as if he were trying to keep him calm.
"It wounds workable," someone said.
"I don't think I can do this, guys," Scott said in a meek tone. But
nobody heard him, or they chose to not pay attention.
"I volunteer for the top position," Paul said.
"He said we draw straws."
"Let him do it, I wanta stand back and watch," someone said.
"Me, too. Let Paul have it."
Scott didn't know what to do. He was torn. He did want to wimp out
in front of Doug and his Marine buddies but the idea of three cocks stuff
in his ass scared the hell out of him. Still, a tiny part of him wanted to
experience it. It was the chance of a lifetime, and it would be the
culmination of his fantasy. The excitement of it caused his fear to give
way to resignation as Gunner came on the bed to get in position.
"Climb on, fucker, like before," Gunner said. Then, "Somebody use
some lube on him. Lots of lube."
Doug was still beside him, at his shoulder. He leaned down again
and said, "Tell me if you want me to stop this."
But Scott didn't say anything. Instead he climbed on Gunner's
muscular body, on his back and two sets of fingers worked more lube inside
his ass. Then one of them took Gunner's thick cock and guided it to his ass
and he hunkered down on it. It felt good. As good as the first time. His
fears began to dissipate.
"I say, Doug should the top man," someone said.
"Yeah, after all, he is his brother. He ought to be in on this."
There was a pause, as if they were waiting for someone?.Doug or
Scott?.to make the decision.
"Yes or no?" Doug asked Scott quietly.
"Yes, if you want to," Scott replied.
"I want you to if you want me to," Doug said.
"Do it, then," Scott said. "I want to do this. I'm scared but I
wanta do it."
Doug rose up and positioned himself behind his buddy with his stiff
cock pointing at his ass, already plugged with thick Marine meat. He was
almost trembling with excitement, his cock quivering painfully. He used
two fingers alongside Gunner's thick meat to find the path of least
resistance. He felt little resistance at all; Scott's ass felt like
mush. He set the head of his cock firmly against Gunner's, using his slick
fingers as guide to shove in. Scott's hole stretched easily to accommodate
him.
"Fuck, that feels good," Doug said, sliding his cock along the top
of Gunner's. All the way in, he could feel the rim of Gunner's cockhead
and feel the head swelling when his cock throbbed. He tensed his thigh
muscles to keep his legs from shaking as he hovered over Scott.
"Fuck, this feels so good," he whispered to him. Scott smiled and
nodded. It was indeed a wonderful, exciting feeling, and he was glad Scott
was letting them do it. His legs started shaking as he waited for Jason.
"Get ready, guys, here comes the cock from hell," someone said.
Doug looked over his shoulder to see Jason stepping up on the bed, his huge
cock throbbing steadily, so hard you could easily imagine hearing the blood
pounding into it. The bed gave under his weight as he positioned behind the
other three. When he put a hand on the side of Doug's butt, Doug suddenly
realized how vulnerable he was. His ass was spread wide open! What if he
decides to fuck me instead, he thought with a shiver of panic. He almost
jerked his cock out and moved to safety but then he could feel Jason vying
for position at Scott's asshole. He found it and pushed. Doug was amazed
how easily the thick head pushed through between his cock and Gunner's and
the pitifully weak contractions of Scott's sphincter muscle. The
elasticity was gone, his asshole given up in defeat.
Jason pushed in, his cock boring like a drill between Doug's cock
and Gunner's till it slid way past them into territory that neither of them
could reach.
"Ohhhhhh," Scott whimpered.
"You okay?" Doug asked him.
"Yesss! Oh, yes, it's more than okay. It's wonderful. He goes so
deep! Oh, Yesss! You're in that space! Ohhh, Godd?.. Godd, fuck me,
Jason. Fuck me.
Jason fucked him, using long cock strokes straight in and back out.
Doug and Gunner barely moved. But they didn't have too. Their cocks were
being wonderfully massaged with each stroke of Jason's cock.
While Gunner was the base man and Doug was the top half of the
man-meat guide for Jason's thrusting cock, Scott was simply the vessel of
their combined pleasure and lust. He lay helpless on the mattress of
Gunner's thick muscle while they used him. He whimpered and almost cried
from the pleasure that was being perpetrated on him.
Doug had to fight to hold off and several times he saw Gunner
grimace as he fought to hold it back, while Jason kept pistoning his cock
in and out, back and forth between their tender cocks. It was as if his
cock was sucking up all the feelings for itself and its owner.
Doug was suddenly shocked aware of Jason's toying with his asshole.
His fingers were slick with lube, rubbing all around the hole and pressing
against it. No, he thought, this is not going to happen! But it felt good
and he didn't try to stop him. He would, though, if he went too far. But
he hadn't identified in his mind what was too far, and by the time he did,
one of Jason's long, thick fingers was inside him! He started to reach
back and stop him but the exquisite pleasure he was experiencing was too
strong to be denied.
"Ohhhh, Geezuss!" he gasped softly.
"Are you coming?" Gunner asked.
"No, he's?..it's just so fuckin' good!"
Jason kept at it with the steady, thrusting swing of his hips while
he probed and gouged the inside of Doug's ass with his finger.
"Ohhhh! Oh, my Godd!" Doug cried out when he touched a spot not so
deep inside him that set every nerve on edge. "Ohh, fuck, I'm gonna come!"
"Wait! Not yet!" Jason commanded.
Doug tried to fight it down but it was impossible. He was going to
come. But not before Jason had thrust two of his thick fingers deep inside
his ass and together they were dancing on that spot, brutalizing some
quivering thing inside him that caused his climax to explode with such
force that he'd never felt before in his life. He felt his cum being
literally hurled out of his body.
"Oh, fuck, man, you're coming!" Gunner exclaimed "Man, I can feel
it. It's so hot! Giving my cock a fuckin' cum-bath."
Doug felt like he was flailing helpless in a whirlpool of raw lust
as the sex part of his brain took total control of his body and all he
could do was ride it out while trying to keep enough strength in his legs
to keep from collapsing. He felt Gunner's cock explode. He thought that
might set Scott off but he barely showed any sign of life at all. In the
final moments Jason's pleasure was all that mattered. The others simply
rode the wave.
Doug could feel his legs weakening and prayed Jason would come
before they collapsed under him. His strength was fading fast when he felt
Jason pulling his cock out. He hadn't felt him go off and he wondered why
he was pulling out. Then he knew, when he felt the man's hot cum spurting
at close range against his asshole. There was a lot of it. He could feel
the stuff running down the crack of his ass. More and more shot out
squarely at his asshole that was still palpitating from Jason's fingers.
Then he felt Jason using the warm cum as lube to shove his fingers inside
him again. He shoved hard and deep with two fingers and they found that
spot again and brutalized it. He could hardly stand it. He felt his cock
pulsating, getting hard again. Then Jason's fingers were gone and the head
of his cock was pressing hard against his gaping hole.
"No!" Doug gasped. "I don't get fucked!"
"I'm not gonna fuck you, I just wanta plug your hole," Jason said,
with a chuckle.
"No!" he said again and somehow found the strength to straighten
his legs and shove upward and step awkwardly to the side. He lost his
balance on the unsteady bed and stumbled off to the floor. Two guys, Joe
and Paul, caught him and brought him to his feet.
"Man, I thought you were gonna let him fuck you," Paul said.
"No way," Doug said.
"Well, he was finger fucking you, and it looked like you were
enjoying that," someone said.
"Yeah, if I was that far along, I might've let him go all the way,"
Christian said. He tried to sound like he was joking but there was a hint
of seriousness in his voice. Enough that it raised a couple of eyebrows.
Gunner's cock slipped out of Scott's ass and he rolled him off onto
his side. "Your buddy's about had it," he said as he climbed off the bed.
"He's like a limp rag."
"I hope we didn't ruin him with all of this fucking," Joe said,
"especially with the double and triple stuff."
"I'll tell you one thing, he is the most awesome fuck I ever had,"
said Jason, and the others agreed.
"I wonder how many times we fucked him. Did anybody keep count?"
Nobody had, and the gathering seemed to sink in disarray. One by
one, they called it quits and began to take their turns in the shower
before they got dressed.
"Hey, a couple of us ought to help Scott in the shower," Paul said.
"Yeah, right, you just want one more crack at him," Joe scoffed.
"No, seriously, if he wants to shower, I'll help him. He's
probably too exhausted to stand on his own." He looked down at Scott.
"Want us to help you in the shower?"
Scott didn't answer.
"I think he's out of it," someone said.
Paul gently squeezed his shoulder. "Hey, buddy, do you want us to
help you in the shower?"
"I could sure use one," Scott said weakly.
It was Paul and Gunner who helped him in the shower. He was
surprised how gentle and caring they were. They even washed his back for
him, and his butt and his legs. For a moment, he thought one of them might
actually wash his cock but they stopped short of that. Gunner did wash his
ass, working the soap deep into the crack.
"Man, he is wide open and loose. His asshole is like mush. Does
this hurt?" he asked, working four fingers through his gaping hole.
"No, it feels sort of nice," Scott said.
"I'm surprised you can feel anything, nice or otherwise," Paul
said.
"If that feels good?..do you want some more?" Gunner asked.
"If you're up to it, I wouldn't mind," Scott said.
"Man, you are unbelievable," Gunner said as he wrapped his arms
around him to hold him tightly back against him. He pressed on his
shoulder and Scott bent over from the waist, setting his feet wide apart.
Gunner pulled is butt apart and used soap for lube. Then he aimed and
pushed in.
"Awwwhhh, that feels so good," Scott moaned. "It's so good to have
it go in so easy, with no pain."
"Fuck, this is like sinking your cock into a quart of warm, thick
honey," Gunner said as he started fucking him.
Scott pressed his hands against the shower walls for support, his
head hung between his shoulders as he savored each thrust of the Marine's
thick cock, realizing it would likely be the last time he would feel
it. Paul had stepped out of the shower and was watching as he stroked his
cock.
"Do you wanta fuck me again?" Scott asked him.
"Naw, I'm good, I'll just whack off a load while I watch." Paul
said.
"Why don't you whack it off in my mouth," Scott said.
"Sure, lean over here."
Scott leaned to the side and offered his open mouth to him. He
licked the head and even got a few suck strokes in as Paul jacked himself
off. There was no effort to hold off, it was just one more final act of
release. But it was a sweet load that he shot into Scott's mouth, coating
his tongue with a thick layer of semen bursting with globs of warm, live
sperm. Scott let him rub the head of his cock in it for moment then he
swallowed it. He was relishing the taste when heard Gunner grunting behind
him and then felt his ass being flooded with even more man juice.
"Whew!" Gunner gasped as he folded his body over Scott's, holding
them tightly together. "I'm gonna take a vote, I think we want to take you
back to the barracks with us."
Somebody had rounded up clean sheets and the bed was freshly made
when Scott came out of the shower. The others were dressed, except Doug,
and they waited and watched while Gunner and Paul dried off and got
dressed.
"You feel better?" Joe asked Scott with a sincere grin.
"I feel great," Scott said.
"How great?" Joe asked, looking at his watch, laughing.
"Geezuss, give the guy a break," Jason said.
"Look who's talking about giving him a break, after reaming him out
a whole new asshole," Christian said.
"That sounds like jealousy," Jason chided him. "Don't worry, I'm
all yours if you want me when we get back to the barracks."
They sort of lined up to shake hands with Scott as they were ready
to leave. They seemed to really care about him, as a man, not just as the
sex object that he surely was. He knew he had been used, beyond his wildest
dreams or expectations, but he didn't care. In reality, he had used them,
too. He told them good-bye, one by one. He was surprised when Jason even
gave him a big hug.
"You were great, stud," he told him as he held him tightly
against his muscular body. "Best sex I ever had."
"Amen to that," the others chimed in.
"You gotta bring him back down here," another said.
Then Jason said to Doug, "Hey, why don't you bring him on base in
the morning, let him go running with us?"
"Yeah, like any of us are gonna be able to run in the morning,"
someone scoffed.
They filed out of the room, thanking Doug and Scott for the
incredible time. Christian was the last one to leave and he lingered for a
brief few seconds just outside the door before he pulled Scott out in the
hallway with him and pulled the door closed behind him. He glanced around
to see the others going out the door before he pushed Scott back against
the wall and pressed himself against him.
"I just want to say how awesome you've been and how very jealous I
am."
"Of me? Why would you be jealous of me?"
"Your honesty. Your courage. You don't know how badly I wanted to
be in your shoes."
"Oh, really."
"With all the little things I did, out of the ordinary things that
no self-respecting straight Marine would ever do, I thought they might get
the hint and try something on me, but they didn't."
"Why don't you just tell them," Scott said. "I'm sure they would
be happy to know."
"I don't have your courage, that's why."
"Well, there is that," Scott said. "It took a long time to find
the guts to tell Doug."
"Well, I just wanted to say that, and tell you how awesome you
are," Christian said. "And Godd, I hope we meet up again."
Just then, Paul stuck his head in the door at the hall. "Hey,
Christian, come on, we're waiting on you! Geezsus, man, what're you doing?
Not in the hallway!"
"I gotta go," Christian said with a quick grope at Scott's crotch.
Back inside, Doug closed the door and leaned back against it with a
sigh as Scott sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Well? Was it all that you fantasized about?" he asked.
"Beyond anything I ever dreamed. It was incredible," Scott said.
I'm glad. It seemed so. I got a little worried a couple of
times, but you seemed to be enjoying it all."
"Why were you worried? What were you worried about?" Scott
asked.
"That things might get out of hand, that they might hurt you."
"They were all very nice and considerate, I thought," Scott said.
"Yeah, they were for a bunch of horn dog Marines."
"Thanks, Doug, for setting it up."
"It was my pleasure," Doug said.
"Actually, I thought you weren't going to get any pleasure. You
seemed to be hold back till you were drawn into it." Scott said.
"I liked watching, with Conner. And I knew I would get mine."
"I don't know how good it's going to be after all those
guys....hell, I lost count," Scott said. "Conner wasn't in on much of it
either."
"Conner was okay being the go-to man. But we had our moments,"
Doug said with a sly grin? "Nothing that anybody would notice but we were
sort of laying the groundwork."
"What do you mean, laying the groundwork? For what?"
"I think Conner is gay. He hasn't said so yet, but he's skirting
around it. I think he's just been needing to meet and discover someone he
can open up to. I think I might be that guy."
"I'm glad. I hope you are," Scott said. "If he is gay, I know the
struggle he's going through."
"Yes, I told him about you and what brought you down here. I gave
him your address and phone number in fact. I hope you don't mind. You
would be the best one to talk to."
"I don't mind. It's good that you did that."
"What was that conversation between you and Christian outside the
door?" Doug Asked.
"Christian is gay."
"He told you that?"
"Yes. He told me how jealous he was of me. He wanted to be in my
place."
"He did do some non-Marine things that raised some eyebrows," Doug
said.
"He did them on purpose, but nobody got the hint."
"Well, maybe you can help draw Christian and Conner together if
Conner calls to talk to you."
"It might work for convenience sake, purely for sex, but I think
Christian might be a little too preppy for Conner. If Conner is looking
for a man to be, he'll want someone more macho and studly. Someone like
you."
"Don't try to fix him up with me," Doug said, laughing.
"I would never do that without your approval," Scott said. "I'm
just saying that's the type of man he would want. Did anybody get the chip
from the camera?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so. But don't worry, he won't do anything with
it. Those guys would kill him."
"I want to take some pictures of you before I leave," Scott said.
"Not incriminating ones, I hope."
"They'll be incriminating only if they fall into the wrong hands,"
Scott said with a grin.
Doug pushed him back across the bed and lay down beside him, his
upper body covering his. "I want to make every minute of the time we have
left count," he said.
"I'm not sure how much I've got left in me," Scott said with a weak
smile.
"That's not important, the sex. We'll do whatever you want to do,
whenever you want to do it. But the important thing is to just be
together," Doug said.
"I hope you can feel something," Scott said. "My ass is pretty
loose. Gunner said it felt like mush. That was just before he nailed me
again in the shower."
"He fucked you again? The guys were wondering what was taking so
long." `"He didn't force me. It was kind of nice, actually, to feel his
cock slide up inside me so easily without a trace of pain."
Doug had his hand inside Scott's shorts and was playing with his
ass. When Scott didn't recoil to him touching his asshole he wet his
fingers in his mouth and began feeling him up, massaging his hole. His
hole was loose and open. Scott didn't even wince when Doug wriggled two
fingers up inside him.
"Do you feel it?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah.?I'm feeling a lot," Scott said.
Doug used a third finger, then a fourth, nearly his entire hand.
"That feels nice, all mushy like that," he said.
"Your fingers feel nice."
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes. I wanta feel you deep inside me."
"I'm not gonna make you feel it as deep as Jason did," Doug said.
"Jason was phenomenal," Scott said.
"I can't compete with that black cock of his," said Doug.
"It's not a competition," Scott said. "Just fuck me. Those stud
Marine buddies of yours were all great, but you're the stud Marine I want
the most."
It wasn't like all the rest. Doug didn't use him. Scott imagined
that he was making love to him. He didn't believe he was, but it was a
feeling and an image that Scott wanted to take with him. Doug fucked him
and he sucked his cock and generally made love to Doug's body till nearly
eleven o'clock.
"Listen, I gotta be getting back, before midnight," Doug said as
they lay together in the aftermath with come all over them.
"I know, and I need to get on the road," Scott said.
"You don't want to come on base tomorrow?"
"How do I do that, as a civilian?"
"I could arrange it."
Scott thought about it for a moment. "No, I would rather let it end
here, like this, with just you and me."
"Okay. You wanted to take some pictures?" Doug asked.
"Yes. You go ahead and shower, I'll get the pictures I want."
It turned into a photo shoot as Scott took pictures of Doug
showering, drying off and pulling on his shorts, all the while, trying to
control the intense desire to have the man again. He started getting
dressed himself but just as he was about to pull on his shorts, Doug
stopped took the shorts from him.
"I was going to ask you, where did you buy those shorts? They're
sexy as hell," he said.
"Try them on," Scott said.
Doug took off his own shorts and slipped them on and tucked his
fluffed up manhood into the pouch. The protruding pouch hung loose, like a
bag full of rocks.
"They look great. You can keep them, but can you wear those around
the barracks?" Scott asked.
"Question is, do I have the balls to wear them round the barracks,"
Doug said.
"One look at you, and there's no doubt you've got the balls," Scott
said. "It looks like you've got yours and somebody else's balls stuffed in
there."
Doug hesitated then said, "Fuck, yeah, I've got the balls to wear
`em. Who's gonna say anything? And if they do, they gotta explain why
they're looking."
"I gotta get some pictures of you wearing them." He grabbed his
camera and snapped several pictures from various angles. "I'll get copies
made for Chelsea."
"No!" Doug blurted. "I don't want her to know you took pictures of
me like this. I don't even want her to know you came down here."
"Oh. All right." He did ask why. "Then I'll send the pictures to
you and you can send them to Chelsea."
"Yes, that would be better."
Scott took out another pair of shorts for himself but lingered back
from getting dressed as he watched Doug.
"God, I hate to see you cover all of that up," he said huskily.
"Well, you can always come down and visit again," Doug told him
again.
"I was hoping you would say that."
"I think some of those other guys would be very happy to see you
come down again," Doug said as he was about to put his T-shirt on.
"Wait. Don't," Scott said, tugging the shirt away from him.
"Please, just a few more minutes for me to worship your body." He pressed
his face against Doug's bare chest and flicked his tongue out to lick his
nipples.
"OHhh, fuck, you're gonna start something we're not going to be
able to finish," Doug moaned.
Scott ignored him and kept on kissing his bare chest and down his
stomach.
"Please don't go there." Doug begged.
"Let me. I love you so much," Scott whispered as he went down on
his haunches. "If I can get you worked up, will you give me a load of your
cum to take back with me? "
"You mean like?.in something?"
"Yes, let me get you worked then you slip a condom on real quick
and shoot your load in it.
"Yeah?.sure?..get a condom."
Scott hurriedly dug a condom out of his bag and ripped it open
while Doug kept stroking his cock.
"I'm gonna need a little help working it up," Doug said.
"I'm at our service," Scott said as he dropped to his knees and
began sucking the thick, rubbery cock. Doug responded by fucking his mouth
and eventually into his throat. He sucked him for several minutes before
Doug eased him off.
"You know I'm long winded, I don't think we're gonna make it in
time for me to get back."
"Please, just a couple more minutes," Scott begged.
Suddenly Doug brought Scott to his feet. 'Listen, I?.I wasn't going
to bring this up?..well, I was, but not this trip. There's a way you can
probably get me off."
"Yess! Name it, whatever you want me to do."
"It's something Jason did to me when we were triple fucking you.
He did it just as he was shooting his load all over my ass. Right against
my hole. He used his fingers on me. Shoved three fingers way up inside me
and found a spot that drove me crazy. If you can find that spot with your
fingers?.."
"I can. I know where it's located inside your ass," Scott said
eagerly.
"All right, let's put the condom on and you do your magic."
Doug rolled the condom on himself then lay back across the bed with
his knees cocked up, his feet set wide apart. "I don't believe I admitted
this to you," he said.
"Maybe you're finding your courage, among other things," Scott
said. "Do you want me to suck you or do you want to jack it off?"
"I'll do it by hand, it'll be faster. You just use your magic
fingers down there.
Scott used a lot of spit for lube and quickly worked three fingers
up inside Doug's ass. He found his prostate and began massaging it.
"Ohh, Godd! Godd, yess! That's it! Do it harder!"
Scott stopped short of brutalizing his prostate while Doug squirmed
his butt around on the bed.
"Ohh, fuck, Scott, that is so good. You're gonna get me off."
"I want you to fill the condom," Scott said.
The build-up was fast and furious. Doug was thrashing his butt
around on the bed.
"I'm getting close?.use your tongue, too?.Ohhh, yeahhh, like
that?.your fingers too, deeper?.harder! You're getting me there?.Ohh,
yeahhhh?.ohhhhh?.ohhhh, fuck, here it comes!"
Scott knelt there and watched the copious amounts of cum spurting
out of the big cock, filling the condom. Finally, he was done and Scott
milked his cock to force it all out. Then Doug stood up while Scott
carefully removed the condom.
"Damn, I guess I didn't realize you shoot so much," Scott
said. "Godd, look at the load you shot off."
"Your fingers did it," Doug said. "I don't know what that is in
there but it drives me crazy. It makes me cum so hard it's almost violent."
"It's your prostate. I'll tell you all about it sometime," Scott
said.
"Okay, I have to get back. Look, why don't you stick around, get
some more rest before you hit the road? The room's yours till eleven in
the morning."
"I think I will." When Doug was about to put his shorts back on
Scott brushed them aside again. "Let me clean that off for you. You don't
want to go back with cum spots on your pants." With that he sucked Doug's
cock into his mouth to suck out the last drops of his load and to wash his
cock with his spit.
"That's good. That's enough," Doug said, easing Scott's head back.
"I don't wanta go back with a big boner either."
Scott eased back on his haunches then stood up.
"What're you gonna do with that load I just gave you?"
"I don't know, freeze it maybe. I wanted to take some of your cum
back with me but I more wanted a condom to save."
Doug laughed. "I love you, dude, but you're weird."
Scott was taken by his remark; it was the nicest thing anybody had
ever said to him.
"Listen, there's one more thing?.and I do not believe I'm saying
this," Doug said as he was hurriedly putting on his clothes. "What Jason
did to me, and what you did, with your fingers?.that really set something
off inside me. But more than that, it woke up something up in me. I'm
having feelings and thoughts I never had before. What I wanta say is,
I?..if?..there's not enough time but if there was, I would let you fuck
me."
"Doug! I don't think you mean that!"
"Yeah, I do. I really do. I mean it enough to make you this
promise. Next time we're together whether you come down here again or I
come home on leave, I want you to fuck me. I wanta know what it feels
like." He was buckling his belt, finishing dressing.
"I?.I will, Doug, but?.if you think about it and wanta change your
mind?..just don't hold yourself to something you find you don't want to
do."
"I won't. But I won't change my mind," he declared. "Now, one last
thing then I gotta go." He pulled Doug into his arms and kissed him. It
wasn't a brotherly kiss, it was an open-mouth, tongue-lashing, passionate
kiss that left them both breathless, and both a little surprised.
"Whew! Can't believe what my head's doing," he said. "Fuck, I want
so bad to wake up with you beside me in my bunk. Anyway, that was to let
you know I love you man. More than you know, more than I wanta admit.
Fuck, I can't believe all the shit I'm saying. I gotta go. I just wanta
say, when I walk out the door, I'm not gonna look back. I'm just gonna
tell you this before I go?.I wanta see you again, Scott, real bad, and real
soon." With that, he was out the door.
Scott stepped out into the hallway. True to his word, Doug didn't
look back. Scott watched the big Marine walk down the hallway, his tight
butt churning in his pants and his broad shoulders swaying with a manly
swagger. He walked briskly, as if he were walking away from something.
"Write to me!" he called over his shoulder just as he exited the
building.
"I?.I will!" Scott called back. And then he was alone. He went back
inside and slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. The room was
suddenly so vacant and silent. He eyed the bed but it didn't beckon him.
It, too, was so empty, and he couldn't fill it alone. He finished dressing
then set his bag on the bed and began packing his stuff. He picked up the
heavy-laden condom and squished the still-warm semen in the latex sack. It
was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He pressed the liquid warmth
to his face and began to tear up. For a fleeting moment he thought that
perhaps he would stay and go running with them in the morning; one last
chance to be with Doug. But no, it would serve no good purpose to stick
around; it would bring more frustration, leaving him again. He left the
key on the dresser, picked up his bag and walked out, carrying the condom
discreetly in his other hand. He walked across the dark parking lot to his
Jeep, looking forward to the quiet solitude of driving into the night. He
tossed his bag in back, climbed in and laid the condom on the other seat.
"I'm taking you home, buddy," he said.
The End