Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 18:41:12 -0000
From: JarHead Devil <amax69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Even Deeper

NOTE: It's been a while since I've posted...the Corps has kept me incredibly
busy.  Oh - and the usual disclaimer stuff too - don't read if n' you're not
a fag...check?

EVEN DEEPER:

I often wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't of joined the
Marine Corps...would I have more fun?  Would I have made more money? Would I
look as good as I do now, or would I look like a slob?
Life is funny...I mean - I just think that life either goes with you or you
go with your life...kinda of a control thing.  It's like a Marine who lets
the M16A2 Service Rifle kick his ass, or he fuckin' controls it and uses it
to 'kick ass'...whatever that means.

Each month that passes, I get wiser and wiser in ways that I thought I never
would.  I'm discovering alot about myself, life and people by being in the
Corps.  Many of you reading probably have misconception after misconception,
but - don't be misled.  The Corps is great, and I love the Corps...but it's
all an act...one big motherfuckin' act.  Straight/gay...oh and those
infamous 'bi' marines...we're all the same. They're all the same.  Most
people in the Corps have either something to prove, something to hide,
something to get away from or all of the above.  Don't let machismo get in
the way of reality.  Most "hard dogs" aren't who they appear to be.  If
you're good - and can see through most of it (which I can), you'll feel
enlightened to a fair degree.

Oh - sex...yeah that's right...I'm supposed to be writing about sex.  I'm
there, believe me.  Sex...........I love it toooo much, and I think my
desires are getting the best of me...and have been for a while now.  I'm a
fuckin' PiG...a dirty pig...sometimes, of course.  Surprised?  Don't
be...pigs are everywhere...hiding beneath the appeal of normalcy.  Most
would think that 'pigs' are older men...who can't get any real dick so they
delve into 'pigness' as a final attempt at getting what they just can't get.
  My perspective on 'pigness' is: just how far are you willing to allow
yourself to go?  Being a pig doesn't mean you're evil or bad...or anything
of a negative degree.  To me - being called a "Marine Pig" is quite
exilerating.  It just means that I love all aspects of male/male sex.  There
are too many limits placed on sex by society.  Limits are put in place
either by fear or by moral virtue and most limits are 'limits' for a
legitimate reason.  BUT, some limits, however, must be passed, in order to
experience new and exciting aspects of sex that haven't been explored much.

Guys, I'm not a pro...I'm just ambitious.  I'm willing to try many things.

That brings me to Justin.  Justin is a 'redneck' from hell...one of those
guys who talks about nothin' but huntin' and fishin'...and hangin' with the
boys.  Drinkin', dippin' and fightin'...what a fucked up combination, right?
  Justin brings it all together, seamlessly into one archetype that blows
minds away.  He may appear to be just another dumb jarhead stud, but
underneath his huge armor or manliness and machism, he's a 'tender' teddy
'bear'...waiting to be loved...AND fucked hardcore...

The first time I met him...he and I were almost going to fight.  HE thought
I said something about him behind his back (I did not) and he was trying to
use that as grounds to fight...and I shutter to think what the outcum (oops,
I mean outcome) would be if the two of us were to fight.  I suspect both of
us would be bloodied to a henious degree and hospitalization would be living
well.  So I talked my way out of it...and calmed his anger just a bit. See -
he's the sorta dude that will wanna fight ya one minute...and he'll be your
best budd in another.

That same evening...we ended up out at a bar...talking about 'old
girlfriends' and relationships (with women).  I've never been with a
woman...but I can put on a Box Office act and make it look like I have...you
know...the normal bullshit shit.  After having too many drinks, and both of
us stumbling about, we figured it 'was that time again'...time to leave and
get some sleep.  We started out towards my barracks...and he asked if he
could stay over - (wait a minute reader, how'd you guess?)  Well, it's true
- he did.  It just so happens that sleepovers are the best times to act.

And act I did.  I knew I didn't have long to assemble a plan of attack.  I
knew that he would be passed out soon.  I had to really think of something
quick.  As it turned out, I didn't have to think at all......

I turned around, with two shots in my hand...and Justin was standing
tall...in my face...and breathing like a 'mad' whore.  He had this look of
lust plastered on his face (in addition to being completely shitfaced).  It
was a manly look...something that only the most macho of men can muster up.
I didn't have room to back up, or walk around...he was 'on me'.  He took a
step back and looked at what I had in my hands and said "oh, is that right?"
"You wanna do shots?" I shook my head and smiled, he laughed...and grabbed
one from me...threw it back quickly...and left me hangin'.  I thre mine
back...late.

I noticed a bulge in his jeans...and noticed too that he was takin' his
shirt off...only to reveal the obvious.  A manly torso and hairy chest that
only a real man can be proud of.  His underwear was showing, which turns me
on completely.  He was wearing Hanes briefs.  Tighty whities...mmmmm gotta
love 'em.  He walked up to me, put his hands on my hips, and kissed me
passionately on the lips...soiling them with his manly wetness.  My mouth
opened up to let his tongue in and before I knew it, we were engaging in the
hottest kiss one could imagine.  Nice, long, energizing tongue strokes...our
tongues wrestled for a few good minutes.  The kiss fizzled out and Justing
began licking my neck gently.  The touch of his soft tongue on my rough neck
turned me on even more.  We were both rock hard...and waiting...for more.
This was good stuff.

I couldn't go on any longer...I unbuttoned his jeans, peeled them off
quickly and left him in his briefs.  I had to...that site is too hot, a stud
in briefs.  God...I wanted him badly at this point.  My passion was a fire,
and could only be extinguished by one thing...his sloppy load of cum....

All of a sudden he let out a loud fart...and the smell quickly filled the
room...with inexorable furry.  I love when men fart...and he was a
farter...seems he broke the seal.  He kept fartin'...in my face...laughin'
and then doin' it again. He was drunk...maybe that was it (he'd do the same
thing in public too).  Turns out he was a nasty pig too...and loved it.  I
knew I could go deep with him...and deep is where I went, quickly.

Immediately, he rammed his cock down my throat, thrusting madly into my
marine face.  He grunted and groaned...and made animalistic sounds that one
would only hear in the wild.  He bucked and battered my gay-ass-throat and
showed me quickly that I was his bitch, and that I would love it.  After
face-fucking the hell out of me, he wrestled me onto the floor and did the
totally unexpected.  He began pissing on me!  I know what some of you may be
thinking...but piss is awesome.  He let loose with a big, manly, forcefull
jet of warm piss that covered my face, went into my mouth, and landed all
over my chest.  I was in a pigs heaven.

After humiliating me with urine, he farted in my face once more...and called
me a 'pig-bitch'.  A fuckin' Marine Pig Bitch.  Awesome!  I was loving the
abuse.  He smacked me lightly but firmly in the face...just enough to remind
me of my role.  He then ordered me to surrender my asshole to him...he was
gonna work me.  He did just that...and wasted no time with loosening me up.
He forced his slimey cock into my guts.  He began with immediate thrusts
into my deep man cavern. The feeling of his big jarhead cock inside me was
too cool.  He fucked me so hard.  He cussed me while he fucked me.  The anal
abuse was soo intense and pleasureable.  I wanted more.  His cock hit my
prostate violently, and my mind went into sensory overload.  "Ahhh,
unnh...take that bitch"..."take my mancock, you dirty whore"...."Oh
yeah...fuck me" I said.  "Ahhh...oh it feels great..." "I'm gonna cum...cum
deep inside your bitch-ass"....

He pulled almost all the way out...and with about eight really hard n'
forcefull thrusts, he pulled out and rammed deep with full aggression that
Marines are known for.  My guts were battered and abused by a man stud.  My
ass was very sore.  He finally came..."ahhh goddamnit, fuck...oh yeah..." I
then had an ass full of man cum...and lots of it.  It was leaking out of my
hurt bowels.  He laughed at me...and poked a few fingers into me...making
the tenderness even more so.  His fingers plopped out...all nice n' slimey
with my gut juice and his dick juice...and he forced them into my mouth and
I greedily licked his thick fingers...tasting our unity.

It wasn't o'ver yet.  He didn't stop.  It was go, go, go - and don't stop.
He farted in my face again....this time squating over my face, and
attempting to drop a load onto my face.  I marvelled at his
asshole...glistening with ass slime.  He grunted...and grunted.  He told me
I was gonna love his man turd.  His hard, manly turd.  Soon after his
grunting, slowly a turd appeard...a nice big one.  The smell and fart sounds
were incredible.  Too incredible.  Before I could marvel anymore, the thing
shot out of his guts, widening his butt hole to the size of a fuckin' fist.
The slimey turd landed on my chest, and I gazed at it with lust and
sickness.  Perversion was enveloping my mind, and I was feeling intense
desire.  I looked at the turd, and couldn't help but be reminded of just how
much of a pig I was turning into.  I jerked off...hard...while Justin stood
over me...laughing and humiliating me.  He picked up his turd...and as I
came, he positioned it so that my tired and perverse cum would land all over
his ass meat, and a very sick, sick piece of art would be created.  And, it
was.

Ass (I mean as) soon as we were finished, we hopped in the shower, and took
a nice, long and cleansing shower...momentarily cleansing my mind and his
from the filth that we allowed ourselves to delve into.  Filth, if you could
call it that.  I don't really think it is...but some of you might.  Call it
what you will...but the desires are there, they're natural and as long as no
one gets hurt...I'll continue to do what makes me happy.

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