Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 03:19:38 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: His Name Was Chris 1/1

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Jon


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His Name Was Chris

by Jon Hold

<jonhold@earthlink.net>

Mt military, bonding, oral, anal, beginnings

NOTE: Corps, as in Marine Corps, is not pronounced "Corpse". It is
pronounced, "Core". It's from the Latin, meaning: "A group of young men in
desperate need of getting a nut."



His name was Chris and he worked for my dad. He was the Stores Clerk for
the Marine Corps Artillery Unit my dad commanded. That meant that he had
the keys to the armory and the storerooms. He worked directly under the
Master Sergeant who actually ran everything, who pretty much left him alone
as long as there were no problems.

Summer vacation. Nothing to do. Bored. Dad offered a ride to his work one
day and I accepted. Dad and I got along OK, I guess. We just weren't very
close. They were getting ready for a big field exercise and I sort of got
all wound up in all the excitement. Mostly, I ended up helping Chris, who
was so cool! Laid back. Easy going. Friendly, and everyone's friend. All
the guys went to the geedunk for lunch, but I hadn't brought any money and
Dad had already taken off to some meeting. Chris noticed me hanging back
and made me tag along, telling me not to sweat the small stuff. He bought
me lunch and I got to sit with all the other guys and tell dirty jokes. I
was Chris' devoted servant after that.

I started hanging out and everyone understood that I worked for Chris. My
parents had none of the modern day suspicions about everything. My Dad just
wanted to know if I was being a pain-in-the-ass. The guys all gave me a
hard time about being Chris' "boy", but it was all in good fun and, like
Chris, I liked everyone, and everyone liked me. Everyone was working their
asses off getting ready for the big annual inspection that was coming up
and tempers were getting a little short.  One of the most laborious jobs
was cleaning out the ducting that ran all across the roof and some of the
walls. Everything had to be disassembled, cleaned and then carefully bolted
back together and remounted. A real pain in the ass. At least until I
elbowed the battleship bulk of Dumbkowski (actually Duwumbllowski) out of
the way and crawled right into the duct.

Everybody instantly changed their attitude about my size and I was suddenly
the most popular guy around. Chris rigged up a belt with a pulley and long
line on it so they could send me clean gear and I could send the old rags
and stuff back. Bright and early the next morning (at Oh-dark-thirty) I was
there in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt with my new belt on. By two PM
the ducts were getting really hot, but I had every one of them clean as a
whistle. A four day job for thirty men done by one boy and a supply clerk
in half a day. Chris was real proud of me for helping out him and his
buddies when I didn't have too. That made me feel really good.

"Come on!" Chris said after I emerged from the last duct. "The guys can
seal that up later. Let's get cleaned up."

We went down to the shower room where Chris made me peel off my now filthy
clothes --- right in front of him. I didn't actually spring a hard-on. Not
all the way anyway. Chris told me to go ahead and rinse off and he'd bring
me some soap and stuff. He left holding my dirty clothes between two
fingers, holding them well away from his immaculate utilities. Chris came
back with his douche kit and two towels, buck naked. He walked right in and
took the shower next to me and handed me a bottle of shampoo. While I was
lathering up my long blond hair I was checking out Chris' buzz cut and
making plans to visit the base barber... Soon!

Mostly what I was checking out though was Chris' hard body and absolutely
enormous dick. I'd never seen one hanging that low before and was totally
amazed. I did my best, but I'm sure Chris noticed me staring at him. He was
just Chris though. He took it cool and stayed good-natured. We got out and
dried off while laughing and joking about stuff. Then Chris handed me a
jockstrap, a pair of red shorts with a USMC logo and a bright yellow shirt
with a red "United States Marine Corps" emblem in the middle of the
chest. My hands were shaking as I pulled on Chris' jockstrap. A jockstrap
that had been wrapped around that monster cock of his. I had a full-fledged
boner before the waistband passed my knees. I was red-faced with
embarrassment, but Chris just laughed and said, "I brought you a jockstrap
because I know you young guys can get boners anytime." So spoke Chris with
all the wisdom of his years. I think he was nineteen at the time.

I never did give those clothes back to Chris. I still have and treasure
them. Them, and the memories.  Chris took me to the mess hall where they
fed me fried chicken and mashed potatoes and creamed corn, all of which
were favorites of mine. I couldn't make up my mind to have chocolate cake
or apple pie, so Chris got me both. Belly bulging in my bright red and
yellow outfit, I was one happy camper walking back to the barracks with the
guys. I asked Chris if he thought it might be okay for me to spend the
night sometime and he said, "Sure. Tonight?" I ran to Dad's office and
practically begged him to let me stay. Dad called in Chris and the Master
Sergeant. Chris said he'd keep an eye on me and be responsible. Dad said,
"OK", but told Chris that he had permission to clobber me as
necessary. That a black eye and some bruises were okay, but to try and not
break any more bones than was really necessary. Chris just barely kept me
from jumping and yelling as he ushered me out of Dad's office.

Chris steered me to his 'office', a cubbyhole in the back of the storeroom,
and broke out the cards. He was trying to master Acey-Ducey, and I was
teaching him some not very expensive lessons. When we got bored of that
Chris asked me If I wanted to kick back and do something more exciting. I
said, "Sure," and Chris led me back through the storeroom and into a small
room that I never knew was there. I don't think anyone else did
either. Chris closed the door and locked it while I looked around. Not much
to see except a small wash basin and a great big civilian bed complete with
colorful cover and fancy pillow's. "Wow! Cool!" I said.

Chris said the previous supply sergeant left it to him and it was a secret,
so I should keep mum. I swore I would. Chris looked me up and down and then
asked me if I could keep secrets. I swore I could. "Good," he said. "I
noticed that you were pretty interested in my dick in the shower. Would you
like a better look at it?"

I got all flustered and red-faced and just stood there stuttering. Chris
got that big, friendly grin on his face and ruffled my hair with those long
fingers of his. "That's okay. I understand. I was interested too when I was
your age. I don't mind." And with that, Chris dropped his camo pants,
unbloused them and hung them from a hook on the wall. Sprawling back across
the bed and propping himself up on a couple of the pillows, Chris laid his
hands down on his thighs in his groin and held his dick up with his thumbs
for me. "Go ahead and check it out man. I don't mind."

Mesmerized, I moved closer to end of the bed. Chris was cool and calm, with
a small grin on his face. He was still wearing his utility cover and blouse
and a military tee-shirt. The sleeves of his utility top were carefully
rolled up and he looked so cool laying there dressed like that with his
naked crotch right in my face. His dick was the neatest thing I'd ever
seen. Well over two of his big, long-fingered hands high, it had to be nine
or ten inches long with a bend to his left. His cock was hard and bright
red on the head and where he'd been circumcised. The head of his cock was
super neat. Smooth and arrow-shaped. And all shiny with the juice he was
leaking. I laid down on my belly and got as close as I thought I could,
Chris' red and yellow cotton clothes caressing my body and his jock holding
onto my rampant, leaking tool. I thought I was going to cum all over
myself.

"You ready for some buddy-training, Marine?" Wonderful Chris asked in a
gravely, sexy voice.

I just about came in Chris' jockstrap and it was all I could do to nod and
keep from drooling.

That sexy voice rumbled at me again, "Lick my balls, Marine."

I wiggled forward on my belly and buried my noise in Chris' musky
crotch. Chris put his fingers on my temples and said, "That's it, Devil
Pup. Now start licking and sucking those prime, grade-A Marine Corps nuts."
Happily, I did as I was told.  Chris had to slap me gently up against the
head a few times for unnecessary roughness, but genially praised my efforts
until I was so horny I thought I was going to explode with pleasure,
rooting around in Chris' groin and grunting like a pig.

Chris got me up on my knees and turned around enough that he could run his
hand down the back of the bright red Marine Corps shorts. His long fingers
found my totally unprotected little bud between the straps of the jock I
was wearing. Then next thing I knew I had both of Chris' nuts in my mouth
and was sucking on them like crazy, whining and crying as Chris worked that
long, long middle finger of his up into my virgin rosebud. Chris got it all
the way inside me and gave me a good fingerfucking until I was about to go
out of my mind. Looking me right in the eye with my lips wrapped around his
nut sack, Chris grinned that happy grin of his --- hooked his finger over
the little nut up inside of my ass and barked out an order: "Cum in my
jockstrap, NOW!"

My whole body convulsed as I immediately obeyed Chris' order. I'd been
wanking every day since before I was twelve and I'd never, ever cum like
that. Chris kept hooking my prostate and banging my hole with his
fuck-finger and it was all I could do to keep from biting his nuts off as
electric shocks made my body convulse over and over. I could feel my nuts
sucked completely up into my body cavity as I, literally, filled Chris'
jock pouch with my clotted teen cum. A billion kids got wasted into that
piece of elastic cloth that night.

As my last convulsions were wracking me, Chris ran his long fingers into my
hair and pulled my head up, his nuts pulling out of my sucking mouth with a
loud slurp and a whine of need and loss from me. "Now it's time for me to
get mine, Devil Pup." And pushed my head down onto his throbbing, leaking
cock. His finger was still jamming my ass and I started cumming again with
the taste of Chris' manhood juices exploding in my mouth. Chris came in
long, slow pulses. That long cock of his swelling with each pulse of juice
and then subsiding to its normal hard-as-brass thickness until the next
surge of thick cum traveled the long tube and into my eagerly sucking
mouth. I loved the taste and feel of Chris' cock in my mouth. Even more, I
loved the slimy richness of his cum. Most of all though, I loved the happy
look of pleasure on his face. Pleasure that I was causing. Pleasure that I
was giving him. Pleasure that we could both share and enjoy with all the
gusto of our young bodies.

Chris grinned at me and said, "You like that?"

All I could do was twist around enough to look right into his eyes and then
smile around his cock as I nodded, 'Yes'.  I was afraid Chris would want to
stop when he was done cumming, but I forgot he was a Marine, and that
Marine's never quit. Chris finished off that cum by holding my head down in
place and rotating his hips up to fuck three or four more inches of cock
into me. Cock that filled my mouth and then pushed through the opening into
my throat. I gagged like crazy, snorting and thrashing around. Chris just
calmly held me in position and made his fuck meat pulse in my throat. "I
want you to remember what this feels like, because before we're done,
you're going to be swallowing that whole cock, not just gagging on the end
of it." He pumped another inch or so into me and then let me back off until
just the head was in my mouth.

Tears in my eyes, snot running out of my nose, gasping for breath, I was a
sorry sight, but Chris didn't even slow down. He just went on with my
education as if I wasn't some sort of wuss. And Chris was a good
teacher. Patient. Careful. Generous with his time and always in a good
mood. Morning sun was warming the painted out window before I finally
managed to swallow Chris right down to the root of his root comfortably
[before I finally managed to root around in the pubic hair surrounding the
root of Chris' root ::: To puny?]. Chris slapped my butt (he'd stripped
both of us totally naked during the long night of training) in pleasure and
then rolled me over on my back. Laying on top of me, Chris started long
cocking me down my now accepting, but still tight throat. His balls pounded
a tattoo on my nose and eyeballs as he joyously fucked away. Just as he
started hunching hard at my face so he could shoot all the way down my
throat, Chris sucked my cock into his mouth and we both blasted massive
wads of cum into each other.

That was the start of something good for me. Dad said that being around the
Marines was teaching me responsibility and making a man out of me. That was
cool by me because as long as I kept my grades up, and Chris would whip my
ass if I didn't, I got to spend weekends and some holidays with the
Marines. Specifically, with Chris. He gave me an extended education in the
fine arts of cocksucking and deepthroating as well as extensive fieldwork
in following orders and taking cock up my ass. Chris had a way of looking
at me that made me drop my pants and bend over or fall to my knees
instantly. He had a couple of buddies that he called in to help him with my
training.

Maybe some day I can tell you about Chris' other training methods. About
how he trained me to take all that cock of his up my ass and how to take a
gang bang from him and his buddies. All I know is, that year with Chris is
the best memories I have. Chris, if you read this, I've got a house in
Oceanside now. Ask any of the young Marines. They can tell you where I
live.Chris' Weekend Warrior Training.



My mom and dad were supposed to go to some reunion in Chicago. I did NOT
want to go, in no uncertain terms, but they weren't happy about me being
home alone for four days. I told them that the solution was easy. I'd spend
the weekend at the barracks with Chris and the guys. They didn't want to
impose on an enlisted man but I told them that Chris was my buddy and
wouldn't mind if I asked before he made any other plans. Besides, he had
the whole weekend off and we could cruise the coast in his VW bus or
something. My parents still weren't very happy, but at least agreed to let
me ask Chris. I guess they thought I was headed to my room with my victory,
but I stopped at the hallway phone and called Chris. I explained what was
going on and asked him, very politely, if it would be okay for me to spend
the weekend with him. Chris told me to let him speak to my father.

I yelled, "Dad", and when my dad stuck his head around the corner to see
what I was yelling about I handed him the phone. I could hear Chris' voice
and all his proper Marine-type talk, "This is Corporal Polehardski,
Colonel. Your boy has told me about his little problem and I don't mind him
hanging around at all, Sir. He'll be a great help finishing up my
inventory. It'd be kind of nice, Sir. Sort of like having my kid brother
around." Of course, Chris didn't tell me or Dad that his younger brother
was such a horn-dog slut that their father took him to an all-boy brothel
on the San Francisco waterfront to work to teach him a lesson --- and then
couldn't get him to leave.

My Dad hemmed and hawed a bit, but Chris managed to convince him that he
was serious about enjoying having me around and that I'd be a help, no
burden at all. Of course, I'd been helping Chris with the inventory and
knew that all that was left to be done was to sort the inventory sheets and
staple them together, but, for once, I had better sense than to open my
mouth. I figured that if my Dad went for this I'd spend about ten minutes
with paperwork and four days with a cock balls deep in my throat.  My dad
finally said, 'Yes' and I cut loose like a wild indian, jumping and
hollering and running up and down the hallway. Dad tried to calm me down
but I just jumped up in his arms and gave him the most hugest hug I could
and then gave him a big, loud, smacking kiss right on the lips, exactly
like the one I'd seen my granddad give him. Without thinking about it, Dad
grabbed my ass in both hands, giving me a fantastic grope while our tongues
fought for space in each others mouth. When Dad finally let me slither down
his front I almost got hung up on the boner tenting the front of his
uniform pants. He slapped my butt and told be to be a good boy for Chris or
he'd blister my bottom but good. I giggled and ran off to my bedroom to
jack off before I made a mess in my pants.

Dad dropped me off at the barracks that Friday and gave Chris some money in
case I needed anything and told the trim young Corporal that he was in
charge and to blister my bottom as necessary. Dad was checking out the
randy young Marine pretty carefully in a lot more intimate way than he
usually did in inspecting Marines under his command, but he seemed to
approve of my lover. No one else was around and Dad picked me up to give me
a kiss good-bye. It wasn't until he set me back down and the seam of my
Levi's chaffed my butt-hole that I realized just where my father's hand had
been while he held me up to kiss me, tongue to tongue. Chris just quietly
watched, but didn't miss a thing.

Chris comfortably draped his arm across my shoulder while we waived
good-bye to my dad. After Dad drove away, Chris slipped his hand inside my
pants and his tongue into my mouth. I boned up instantly and felt Chris'
long middle finger wiggling into my ass. Chris guided me to his special
room with two fingers spreading my ass and making me walk funny. I just
sighed in pleasure and wrapped my arm around Chris' manly waist. I was
ready to enjoy whatever Chris had in store for me this weekend...

Chris started by dropping his dungaree pants around his knees and feeding
me a load of instant hot cum right there in the storeroom. The chance of
someone walking in on us really got my motor running and I was on my knees
and sucking hard in a flash. Chris had to bend over to keep his fingers in
my ass, which just fucked his rod down my throat even better. I sputtered
and gagged, but took the load he fed me with great gusto. This WAS going to
be a great weekend.

Chris got his pants back up and adjusted himself and then told me he had a
special surprise for me. He led me into his special room and told me to
drop my pants and lean over the side of the bed. I did like I was told and
saw Chris take a rectangular box and a jar of Vaseline off a shelf and then
walk over behind me. He swatted my ass when I tried to see what he was
doing and told me to just relax and enjoy myself. I heard him open the
cardboard box and a minute later felt something touch my butthole. Whatever
it was, it was cold, not hot like Chris' fingers. It started to push my
butthole open and I started to object but a sharp swat to my ass stifled
any objection I might have offered. More and more the thing stretched my
hole until it was burning and I could barely keep from crying out for Chris
to stop. Suddenly, the thing went in just a tiny bit further and my asshole
quickly began to close. I was sighing in relief when my hole closed around
something smaller than what was already up inside my ass.

I had no idea what was up inside my ass, but I started going,
"uhhh-uhhh-uuuhhhh..." when Chris put his fingers against the thing and
started bouncing it against my insides.

'SMACK' stung my buns. "Come-on, Boy. Get up and get your work-outs on!"  I
got up off the bed, but it was awkward, what with whatever it was stuck up
my butt. Walking across the room to where I kept my stuff was even more
awkward. Chris just laughed and changed his clothes. "Hurry up. We're gonna
be late!"

I hurried up as best I could and then Chris took off for the back of the
barracks at a trot. I waddled along behind as best I could. Everyone was
out back for PT except those that had taken off for early liberty. I tried
to straighten up and walk as normally as possible, but I was pretty
noticeable what with the way I was walking and being dressed in the bright
red and yellow Chris had given me. I sweated my way through Push-ups and
then started to really notice my ass being stuffed during jumping jacks,
deep knee bends, four-step leg thrusts and jogging in place. Sit-ups were
almost more than I could take. Chris sat on my feet and watched me rocking
myself back and forth over whatever it was in my ass and just grinned at
me. Then he refused to switch and watched me get hotter and hotter as I
worked my way through his half of the exercise as well as my own. Chris'
grin just got wider and he finally helped me stagger to my feet when the
exercise was over. After PT we ran five miles by companies. I usually led
Headquarters Company, but this time I just stayed in the pack. The guys
could see that I wasn't running right and kept asking if I was okay. Did I
need to stop or be carried. I managed to hang in there until we were in
sight of the barracks again, and then I stumbled. The guys didn't even
ask. Four of them grabbed my arms and legs and just jogged along as if I
were no burden at all.

I tried to thank them when we got back, but Chris just got me up piggy-back
and toted me off to his private shower in his hidden room. Setting me down
he stripped both of us naked and let me suck on his dick while he got the
water started. We got wet and then Chris took hold of whatever it was up my
butt and started pulling. I felt my butthole starting to spread open and
then felt suction at my guts. I moaned and blushed bright red in
embarrassment as it felt like I was starting to take a shit right there in
the shower. Chris just laughed and gave me a half-gentle slap on the butt
as the thing came out and before showing it to me. It was a strange, sorta
pear-shaped rubber thing that Chris called a buttplug that had been up my
ass. Chris washed it with soap and set it up to dry and then started
washing me. I returned the favor. Chris and I had a great time washing each
other, using the washing as an excuse to touch and feel and enjoy ourselves
while making each other happy. Chris' Marine lean body was a hot wonder
under my fingers while his long fingers easily stimulated every nerve in my
body until I was almost mad with desire. It shocked me when I realized that
I was missing having the buttpulg up my ass.

Chris started whispering in my ear about how he was going to teach me to
deep-throat his cock and train me to take all his cock up my ass so that he
could fuck me like the hot boy-bitch I was.



I grinned and, licking my lips, got sassy, "Yeah. I guess it was
okay... for a Marine."

Chris pulled his fingers out of my ass and slapped my butt. I just laughed
and wiggled my butt at him. "That the best shot you got?"

"SMACK!" Chris gave my ass a good open-handed swat. I just moaned and
buried my face in the quilt between Chris' legs. "SMACK!" I groaned in
pleasure and rotated my butt in front of Chris' face. "SMACK!" I groaned
deep down in my chest and looked up past Chris' huge cock into the handsome
face of the man I was in lust with. His half-smile was overlaid with a
cock-sure sternness only a Marine knows how to project. He looked me right
in the eye and his long-fingered right hand deliberately swung through the
air and "SMACK!!" really walloped my ass. I moaned out loud. My nuts were
about to pop and I couldn't wait for Chris to do whatever he wanted to with
me. "SMACK!!!" "Still think I'm a wimp, Boy?"

"No, Sir! I think you're the most handsome, hot-blooded and big-dicked
Marine I've ever seen, Sir."

"SMACK!!!" he rewarded me, then pushed me aside and rolled out of
bed. Standing there where I could lay on my side and stare at him, Chris
carefully took off his blouse and hung it up and then pulled off his
skivey-shirt, exposing his burr haircut, dog tags and religious
medallion. Chris put his utility cover back on, which made my dick even
harder, picked up a bottle of baby oil off the bedside stand and laid back
down. "Massage my nuts, Baby."

I sprung up and scurried between his legs. Chris squirted some baby oil
into my cupped hands and then squirted some into his own good right hand
before sealing the bottle and putting it back on the night-stand. Squatting
on my knees, my burning ass on my heels, I reached forward and spread baby
oil all over Chris' groin and nuts. He sighed and said, "Yesssss!" and
started stroking his big cock right in front of my face with his oily
hand. My boner was wedged between my thighs and feeling good. Chris' nuts
felt wonderful in my hands and the more I massaged them the bigger and more
swollen they got. Chris was enjoying a nice, leasurely jack-off session
with his buddy, Devil Pup, pal, devoted servant and fuck-boy in training
working his nuts to increase his pleasure. Chris stopped his jackin'
several times to pour more oil into our hands. His balls seemed to suck up
all the oil I applied and get fat on their diet. Chris kept making
appreciative comments from time to time, telling me what a good job I was
doing on his nuts and finally he told me to take over jacking him and to
turn my butt around so he could work it over some more. I was sore back
there, but if Chris wanted to whack my ass some more, then I was going ante
up and prove I could take it. Chris had something else in mind though.
Something that involved his long fingers and the depths of my ass.

End.....