From: tbeck@kiva.net (Military Reposts)
Subject: Marine Life
Date: Sun, 09 Jun 1996 18:18:39 -0600
Organization: InterSource, Bloomington, IN

 The following posts are reposts of stories that I have gleaned from the Internet through the years.  I have given credit to the author if one still remained after multiple postings. Most contain graphic sex between consenting males.

If this subject matter offends you or is in violation of your community pornography standards, you should leave this group now. If you are under the age of eighteen, the law says you shouldn't be here.

Under United  States law (Telecommunications Act of 1995) it is illegal to knowingly transmit sexually explicit material to minors .  The author/poster is transmitting this story solely for the entertainment of adults.
 









Marine Life
  
  
     Lieutenant Roald M. Grier had come a long way since those days in
the kitchens.  Had become far more experienced with the way Marines
function.  Had been formed into an amazing specimen of the human
animal.  And, still managed to keep a certain secret.

     He stood now, on the runway tarmac of his new station, an
island somewhere in the south Pacific, fairly close to the ongoing 
strife in Indonesia.  He looked magnificent in his starched Marine
 Blues, glittering brocade, dazzling buttons and blindingly patent
 dress shoes.  The hard brim of his uniform cap barely sheilded the 
fire locked burning inside his almost chartruese eyes.  The reflec-
tion of sun off his shoulder brocade caressed the sharp angle and 
smooth skin of his cheekbones.  He was the picture in the "join the 
marine" posters.  He was the epitome of American Masculinity.

      The sargeant who had come up to greet him saluted efficiently, 
he saluted back..smiled and put his great hand out to shake.  
The sargeant met it with his own.  The grips firm but friendly, 
not too long, not too short and perfunctory, two MEN greeting 
each other, that is all.  He handed the sargeant his bags and 
followed to the jeep.

     During the drive from the airstrip to the base he found 
out that the sargeant was to be his personal aide.  He was 
informed of the situation in the gulf there and also about 
the island itself.  It had been mostly un inhabited until 
the occupation.  The original settling and construction crews 
had only discovered the traces of a village and the ruin of 
a temple to one of the local island gods.  He had a soothing 
voice, deep and smooth, like a good cognac, sweet and friendly 
but with the obvious tone of deferrment duty calls to a 
superior officer.  Roald started to like the man.  His command 
of the language was more than adequate, In fact, quite 
impressive.  He was a man who chose his words carefully, with 
thought, with direction.  It matched his personality
...Directed.  A perfect Marine in every sense.

     Unexpectedly the jeep swerved to avoid a fallen branch 
in the un paved road, it was then that Roald noticed the 
huge thighs and muscular calfs of this affable fellow.  
His Dress shorts looked painted on his thighs, painted 
up to his waist, where they were fastened with wide military 
issue gun belt complete with gun.  The gun was the first 
unusual thing Roald noticed.  It was not military issue.  
A chrome plated 44 magnum.  Beautiful.  Heavy.  Powerful.  
The light caught its stock as they rounded a corner sending 
rainbow spectra under the strong brows of the gigantic man 
behind the wheel.  It showered his massive arms with 
colors and set his almost black eyes a flame.  Then, much 
to his relief, it passed as they approached the check point.

     Papers checked, Debrieffed, and settled in the VIPs 
quarters ( a 2 bedroom bungalow with dining room and large 
kitchen, one bath and a half and office)
which he was to share with the sargeant.  He had learned at 
the debreiffing that his name was Leo Gan, and that he was 
not to be his aide but personal secretary and right hand man.  
He also learned that he and Leo were to share the quarters.  
This did not annoy him, in fact he found himself quite 
excited at the prospect.  Something about the man was enticing.  
He couldn't put his  finger on it, was it his scent, subtle, 
clean, male; his attitude and the care with which he chose 
his words; his ......
Roald couldn'T figure it ....yet!

     Unusually for the Marine Corp, this time things weren't 
quite ready for him to start his operations there, so, 
pleasantly surprised, he found that he and Leo had an 
extra day to get to know each other before things were to start.  
Jet lagged and mildy confused by the time change he decided 
to turn in.

     He woke to a knock at the door.  It was still light and 
he didn't know if he had slept all night  or it was later 
that evening.  It was the next morning.  08.30hrs he learned 
from a sort of smiling Leo.  He rose and did his toilet. Came 
from the bathroom a new man, a man at home.  Over coffee Leo 
informed him he had taken the liberty of planning a tour 
of the island for him and, if they left now, they could 
make a spectacle that had occured everyday since the Marines 
had been there.  It sounded interesting so together they 
marched out the door to the jeep.  

     After about a half hour drive they rose a steep incline 
to come to a halt at a tremendous vista overlooking  a volcanic 
and prehistoric looking comglomeration of tide pools and grottos.  
Leaving the jeep they hiked down the cliffs and "made camp" 
on one of these rock formations.  Leo had brought breakfast and 
they ate while they talked.  It was approaching 10.00hrs when 
Leo suggested Roald look to his left at a specific rock formation, 
which he did.  There was a rumbling in the ground and 
suddenly a great spout or steam and water shot out of the 
pool in the center of the formation.  It arced up high catching 
the morning sun and causing a double rainbow, fell groundward.  
"happens every 4 or 5 hours" Leo volunteered... "i discovered it 
last week ..beautiful isn't it!" a statement not a question.  
Roald merely nodded in amazement.  Leo stood and walked 
in the opposite direction.  R. followed out of interest, 
thinking maybe there was more to see.   BOth of them stopped 
on another outcropping of the volcanic rock and looked 
out across the bgreen ocean and the breakers at the edge 
of the reef.  There was another rumble and another spout 
rose skyward, this one much closer.  Its decent drenched 
the two watchers.  soaked them to the skin.  The water 
was foul and sulphourous, smelled bad and stung at thier 
eyes.  Roald took off in the direction of the edge of 
the rocks and stripped naked.  rinsed his shorts and T 
in the ocean and layed them to dry out.  then stepped into 
the crystal clear waters and rinsed himself, diving to rinse 
his hair.   He surfaced to see Leo stepping into the water 
also naked.  The sun turning the sulphours water droplets 
into gems resting against his chest, legs, and washboard 
abdomen.  The largest of them all hung from the head 
of his cock.  Like a giant diamond on the sceptre of a King.  
A giant rivulet on the sceptre of his manhood. A wave splashed 
into his eyes and the vision was gone.  Leo was immersed and 
rinsing too.  Laughing at no-one in particular "sometimes they 
get you by surprise " he boomed gleefully.  "there are towels 
up there" pointing, "dry off..   we should be dry in no time"  

Roald stepped out of the tepid ocean and clambered up to 
where Leo had pointed.  There on the outcrop were two towels 
laying on the flattes part of the formation.  He chose one and 
stretched out his body.  Rubbing the excess water off his 
frame like a squeegee..down his face and neck, shoulders and 
the flesh of his chest, the ripples of his ribcage and his 
hard flat stomach.  Up from his ankles and calves, thighs 
and buttocks.  Finally resting against his large flaccid cock.  
Giving a gentle squeeze there and resting.

     A shadow blocked the sun and Roald squinted up at the 
black silhouette of Leo.  It had been years since Roald 
had lifted wieghts seriously, but from the corona of light 
about Leos torso, it was obvious that it was only a matter 
of days for Leo.  He boomed a laugh again and put his arms 
behind his head sort of half blocking the glare from Roalds 
eyes.  The outline of every ripple in his ribcage, every 
dimple in those huge shoulders, the bulbous forms of his 
biceps and lats, all had a crown of sunlight.  It made 
Roald get half hard under his on hand that was resting on 
his groin.  Leo, amazingly graceful, seemed to float down 
beside him on the empty towel.  He turned and looked up at 
his face only to be met with flashing white teeth and those 
dark penetrating eyes.  They both laughed.  Laughed hard and 
long.  True comerades.

     Talk came easy to them.  Where each had been stationed. 
What they had done there.  Where they liked it best.  Who 
had what family where.  Stuff like that.

Roald slipped the occasional glance down Leos body,  
seeing the way his chest flexed when he laughed, the way 
his stomach folded into ripples when he stretched, and 
noticing the full balls and thick meat laying across 
his thigh.  Half hard he though.  He looked himself down, 
noticing the way his body differed, the way he tensed 
and relaxed in laughter, and he had a hard on.  Leo 
made a joke about its size.  It was not small  It was 
much larger than Leos.  The pulsing of his heart caused 
it to throb visibly.  Leo said it was a very nice peice 
of handiwork and that Roald was a lucky man.  They laughed again.  

Roald got bold.  Reached across the small gap betweens thier 
bodies and gave Leos cock a gentle squeeze commenting " that 
if it was hard I would be pressed to win a contest"..They 
laughed again  Easily,  carelessly, at ease with each other.  
and It did get hard.  Very hard  Almost as big as Roalds.  
Perhaps a half inch shorter and an inch not as round. still 
a big dick  considering the 11 fat inches he had.  Roald could 
barely control himself.  He took the offensive and as Leo 
talked more , laying back with his eyes closed, he took 
his meat in his mouth and tongued the inside of his foreskin.  
Leo bolted at first touch but relaxed almost instantly.  A gently 
movement in his hips signalling consent.  A firm embrace 
of Roalds shoulders adding approval and forcing his head 
further down the shaft of his dick.  Roald mashed his
scrotum between four fingers and a thumb, carefully 
avoiding the large low hanging balls, tactfully manipulating 
the skin, while his other hand reached up and pinched 
Leos nipples.  A sudden contraction in the base of 
his meat signalled orgasm.  The contraction of those giant 
hands around his shoulders, the flood of cum into his 
mouth, the utter rigidity of his thighs and stomach signalled 
it body and soul.  ROald managed to get his mouth off 
the geysering shaft before he was overwhelmed by hot sperm.  
Only to be showered in it.  His face , hair, eyes (which stung), 
and nostrils .  then Leo relaxed and sighed a almost laughing 
release. and loosened the grip on Roalds shoulders.  
Roald swallowed his mouthfula nd went to the water to rinse off.
  Upon his return Leo was half asleep with a slight smile.  
Roald stood over his body and genlty lowered his knees 
onto the prostrate mans shoulders.  His cock head above 
the mans mouth and his balls gently scratching the mans 
stubble.  Jerking slowly with purpose he eventually came 
all over Leos face.  Leo had opened his mouth and caught 
some of the stream as it shot not above the brow as 
did the first few spasms but across his cheeks and chin.  
Licking his lips he closed it again and swallowed.  then 
he reached up and hugged Roald down ontop of his body 
and they passed out in the sun.....................
  
  
  
  
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This is to be continued at a later date   but i hope you like it.
Oddboy