Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 12:35:24 -0700
From: Greg Reese <fbud4u@gmail.com>
Subject: Marine Corps News - Military

This story is a work of fiction.  My characters live in a world free of
disease so do not wear condoms.  The real world is very different, practice
safe sex.

I was 25 years old and had just graduated with my Bachelors Degree in
journalism with a minor in photo journalism.  Before I begin, a little
about me.  My name is Stefan McCormick, I'm average height, five foot
seven, weigh 130 pounds, so slight frame, and although I'm no professional
bodybuilder, I do work out at the gym and have developed a nice firm chest,
six pack abs, tight ass and nice runners thighs.  I have brown hair, green
eyes and I love male to male sex.  I'm open to most things and willing to
try some - my tastes range from very vanilla, quick blow jobs, hand jobs,
that sort of thing, to wet and wild.  The only thing I won't entertain is
scat, bondage and torture.  I've been a cockhound my entire life and proud
of it, my parents didn't see it that way and, after catching me fucking the
living daylights out of the star quarterback on our high school football
team, booted me out and disowned me.  There loss, not mine.  So, at the age
of 16, I moved in with my best friend and his parents (he too was a cock
hound), finished high school, managed to get a four year scholarship to
Indiana University and the rest is yet to cum, so to speak.

The day of graduation we also walked a gauntlet of job recruiters.
Business professionals from all over came to hire the best of the best.  I
really didn't want to be tied to the 9 to 5 routine of Corporate Hell but
was going to freelance.  But I did notice a gentleman dressed in a military
uniform at one table, all alone, no one was clammering to hear his hard
sell.  Curious, I walked over.  He stood up and I just about came in my
jeans right there.  He was probably in his late 30's early 40's, had
something silver on both of his colors, but a body to absolutely die for.
He was a spitting image of Sam Elliott and my mouth instantly started
watering wondering what the prospect would be like of working his cock
over.  He introduced himself as Lieutenant Colonel Jonathan Mann and I
introduced myself to him.  Thinking he was going to try and recruit me into
the Marine Corps, I halfway listened to his sales pitch until he said,
"We're trying a new program and are looking for journalists and
photojournalists to integrate into our units and provide a little positive
PR."  He stopped talking, "Go on," I replied.  He proceeded to tell me that
the journalist would be sent to Washington D.C. for a year, required to go
through the necessary background checks, security clearance stuff as well
as learning about the protocol of the military, etc., etc.  The catch was
that the job would not be a permanent one, definitely two years and after
that it would end.  "Hmmm...OK so for two years I get to hang with some
marines, hopefully hot marines," I thought to myself.  "How bad can this
be?"  "So do you think you might be interested?" LTC Mann asked, drawing me
out of my pornographic thoughts and back into reality.  "You bet!  Where do
I apply?" I snapped back.  I began the long tedious task of filling out
more forms than I have ever thought existed.  Questions like, "Are you now
or have you ever been a Communist?  Are you now or have you ever dealt in
drug trafficking?"  "Jesus," I thought to myself, "what the hell?"  I
continued on and 45 minutes later, was signing my name to the last of the
forms.

"Great!" LTC Mann said, "Welcome aboard!  I'll take these back with me,
they'll run some preliminary background checks on you and will contact you
next week.  I'll need a phone number to reach you at." he said.  Puzzeled,
I asked, "That's it?  I'm hired?"  "Yup, to be honest, you're the only one
who's stopped by and I'm only here for one day, unlike the others." he
replied.  We shook hands and off I went.  I had decided to get a hotel room
for a couple of days in Bloomington; just to hang out, party, do whatever
it was I wanted to do.  I got back to my room, changed clothes and headed
to the bar in the hotel.  I was sitting there, drinking my cold beer and
half assed watching a baseball game on T.V. when I heard someone sit down
next to me.  I glanced over and noticed it was, or at least I thought it
was anyway, LTC Mann.  He too glanced over at me at the same time, smiled
and says, "You staying here at the hotel?"  "Um, yeah, who are you?" I
asked.  Chuckling he said, "I guess I look different out of uniform.  It's
me, LTC Mann."  "Holy shit!  Yeah you DO look different out of uniform" I
said.  We ordered a pitcher of beer and headed towards one of the tables at
the back of the bar.  We also ordered an assortment of appetizers and
talked as we drank our beer and ate our food.  The first pitcher was
emptied and before I knew it, the waitress was bringing over another
pitcher of beer and another round of appetizers.  "Geez LTC Mann," I
started to say, "Please, call me Jon, I'm out of uniform and you're not in
the military." he replied.  "Geez Jon, you trying to get me drunk?" I
asked.  He laughed and excused himself to go empty his bladder.  As he
stood up I took a nice long look at his body.  He was wearing a polo shirt
that clung to his massive chest and opened low enough to reveal a thick
tuft of jet black fur poking through.  His button up 501 blues emphasized
his gorgeous bulge and tight skaters ass.  My cock flexed and jumped in my
jeans as I watched him walk towards the johns.  He returned a few minutes
later and we continued with where we left off.

Halfway through the second pitcher of beer, my bladder was telling me it
was full.  Apparently his was too as we both excused ourselves at the same
time and headed to the john.  There were only two urinals in the john with
no dividing wall between the two of them.  I walked up, unbuttoned my
jeans, and pulled my dick out to take a piss and he did the same.  I
noticed that he wasn't standing directly in front of the urnial as most men
do, but rather back, just enough to give me full view of his cock if I were
to look.  And of course I looked.  His cock was beautiful, about six inches
soft, uncut, he had tucked his boxers under his balls and I swear, his
balls were the size of a triple large egg.  I also noticed that he wasn't
pissing.  I glanced up to look at him.  "Like it?" he asked.  "Uh huh!" I
groaned.  "Wanna suck it?" he asked, slapping it in his hand.  "Uh huh!" I
groaned again.  His cock was now at full mast and the tip of his dick was
poking out from underneath his skin.  "C'mon, lets settle our tab and head
back to my room.  I need to get a nut, ain't had nothing for the past three
weeks.  Not even time to jack off." He said.  "You mean you got three weeks
of pent up cum in those balls?" I asked.  "Uh huh," he growled.  We tucked
our hard cocks back into our jeans as best as we could, headed out, paid
our tab and headed back to his room.

Once we got back to his room, he wasted no time in ripping open his jeans,
shoving them and his boxers down to his knees.  He grabbed me by the back
of the neck and forced me down to my knees, I didn't even have time to
unbutton my own jeans, let alone pull out my cock.  "Suck my cock bitch.
I'll cum quickly the first time but don't worry, I can go several times
before I'm spent." He growled as he shoved his cock in my mouth.  I went to
work on his dick immediately, sucking his cock as thought it would be last
cock I'd ever get.  In a matter of minutes I felt him tense, grunt and
started shooting three weeks worth of pent up cum down my throat.  He was
cumming so much and so fast that there no way I could keep up.  It started
flowing out of the corners of my mouth and running down my chin.  He pulled
his cock out and shot the last of his load on my face, covering my lips,
nose, and cheeks in his cum.  He then pulled me to my feet, shoved his
tongue in my mouth and then began licking his own load off my face while he
massaged my rock hard cock through my pants.  I felt him tugging at the
buttons on my jeans and before long had managed to slide my jeans and
briefs down to my knees and was gently stroking my cock, using the precum
that was pouring out of my own cock as lube.  I started groaning while he
was still kissing me and started to grind my hard cock into his hand.  I
pulled off of him long enough to tell him I was going to cum and he
immediately sank to his knees and growled at me to cover his face in my
cum.  I immediate start shooting my own load.  I shot it in his hair, on
his lips, nose, cheeks and chin.  He continued to stroke me while I came
and with his other hand, started wiping my cum off his face and started
licking it off his hands.  I glanced down at his crotch, his cock was rock
hard again.

Once I was done cumming, he spun me around, bent me over and started eating
my ass.  I fuck ass or get my ass fucked, it all depends on the guy and my
mood.  Given the way he was eating my ass out, he had every intention of
fucking me in the ass.  Slowly he managed to walk us towards the bed, his
tongue never one leaving my ass and by now he was using it to fuck me deep.
I managed to climb on the bed in a doggy style, my cock was again hard and
leaking and I was begging him to fuck me and fuck me hard.  He stood up,
aimed his cock at my hole and in one thrust shoved it cock in to the hilt.
I screamed in pain, hell he could've at least taken his time.  He
immediately started power fucking my hole and within a few minutes the pain
of his entry had turned to pure pleasure as I began to meet him stroke for
stroke.  We must have fucked for hours.  He had me in every conceivable
position and some I didn't even know were conceivable.  I had managed to
fire off another load, coating my stomach in my own cum, which he wiped up
and used as lube.  He had me on my side and was on top of me when his
second orgasm hit.  He started fucking my ass harder, telling me he was
going to fucking cum and to get ready.  He reached down, yanked his cock
out and rolled me over on my back.  He threw my legs over his shoulders and
started stroking his cock.  It soon exploded, showering my cock, balls and
hole in his cum.  It amazed me how much cum he could produce, especially
given this was his second orgasm.  He finished cumming and leaned down to
start sucking on my, yet again, hard cock.  I swear he had no sooner
started sucking my cock when I was blasting another load in his mouth.  He
pulled off my cock when I was done shooting and began to kiss me, my cum
still in his mouth.  It was hot tasting my own cum while we kissed.

Spent we rolled over and just lay there, panting.  After we had calmed
down, he leaned up on his elbow, lightly kissed me and said, "That was a
hot fuck.  Thanks, I so needed that!"  "My pleasure," I purred back.  "I
need to get going so am going to have to kick you out of bed.  Tell you
what though, I've got just the unit in mind for you." he said with a wink.
"I can't wait," I said while I was getting dressed.  We kissed again and
off I went.

I moved back home with my best friend and a week later I got the letter he
told me to expect.  My journey with the Marines would be starting in two
days.  I read through the rest of the information that they had sent, put
it back in the envelope and started to pack my things.  I had a hardon the
entire time I packed and later that night, shot another massive load in my
best friends ass, thinking about how much fun I was going to have.

Stay tuned for part two.....Read what happens when Stefan stops to ask a
police officer for directions......