Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 16:37:44 -0500
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject: Marines and The Scout Troop

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		      The Marines and The Scout Troop


The day began like any other, with our squad out for a double-time jog.
Twelve Marines, shirtless, in combat boots and tight PT shorts running to
the sound of deeply masculine cadence up the narrow road alongside a wooded
training area out in the ass end of nowhere. I was to the side and behind
Chip Hunter, my eyes glued to his big, rounded, solid butt. His massive
thighs jolted under his weight and his calves bulged to propel his boots to
the next step.  His back spread upward to wide, powerful shoulders that
swayed sexily as he ran. Tiny rivulets of sweat ran down his thick neck and
on down the center of his back and darkened the gray material of his PT
shorts. Yeah, I had those kinds of thoughts.  Not about just anybody; just
my buddies; okay, especially about Chip Hunter.  I'd never acted on them
but there was the constant attraction to their muscled bodies and their big
cocks swinging around the barracks.  Right beside me was Denver Lucas.  I
could see out of the corner of my eyes, his thick chest muscles bouncing
each time his boots hit the ground, and his massive thighs bulging as he
ran.

We were the best of the best; ask anybody on base. The Marines had a
reputation for building men, but we went the extra mile. We had made a
conscious, collective decision to be the beset and stand out among all the
other Marines. We supplemented Marine chow with protein shakes and bars and
we hit the weights three times a week. No more, no less. And the results
turned heads any time we were out running; any place we went, actually,
whether in PT shorts and combat boots or in full dress uniform.

With Sgt. Davies, our DI, sounding cadence, we rounded a curve in the road
that opened up to a wide field with thick woods on two sides. A rushing
stream separated the field from the road we were on, and on the other side
was a group of boys horsing around and laying around in the thick grass.
When they saw us they started waving and yelling at us, holding up bottles,
offering us something cold to drink. We laughed and waved back and kept on
running. Several paces further, the DI suddenly ordered the column right.

"Anybody use a cold drink?" he yelled as we moved off the road into the
grass.

There was a loud "Sergeant, Yes Sergeant!" in unison.

We halted, did an about face and ran back twenty yards and slowed down as
we came to the stream. Sgt. Davies led the way, wading right into the
water, and we all followed. The boys whooped and yelled with laughter. The
water was cold and deeper than it looked. Midstream, it was waist deep.
Some of us ducked our heads under and got wet all over to make the chilly
water more bearable.  We waded out on the other side and up the bank, water
streaming down our bodies, our boots and shorts soaked. The boys looked in
awe of us. As we approached the group, they came toward us with thermoses
and jugs and bottles of drinks. There were nine of them, older than I'd
judged from the road; late teens, all bright-eyed and healthy looking;
extremely healthy looking, enough that they made me have the kinds of
thoughts I had about my buddies.

I guessed they were on an outing, hiking, the way they were all dressed
alike in boots and shorts and T-shirts with a bright-colored striped emblem
on their sleeves. As we drank our fill the boys asked us questions about
the Marines. One kid in particular caught my eye. Already well-muscled, he
had a look about him that belied his tender age. He struck me as the type
of kid that knew what he wanted out of life and wasn't afraid to go after
it; the look I had when I was his age, which was about twelve years ago.

"What're you guys doing out here on base?" I asked as I squatted down on my
haunches while he knelt to pour me another cup of cold water.

"Same thing as you guys, staying in shape," he said.

"Well, it's working, in your case," I said, giving him a quick once- over
that couldn't be mistaken for anything but admiration and respect.

"Yeah, for you guys, too, big time," he said, his eyes raking over my
naked, wet muscles.

"But how do you get on base?" I asked him.

"Asked permission," the boy said. "We got a special permit to come on as a
group and observe some of the training. Mostly, the physical stuff. We can
only go into certain area.  I mean, we can't go out to the rifle ranges or
anything like that."

I saw the way he was looking at me.  I'd seen the look many times before,
but not from someone so young. His eyes kept raking over my wet body, with
little mistake of their meaning, aiming flirting glances right between my
thighs.

"I didn't know they allowed the scouts base," I said.

"We're not that scouts," he said. "We're GSAs."

"GSAs? I was in scouts and I never heard of GSAs. Is it a new organization,
or an off-shoot?"

"You could say that. When they wouldn't let us in, we formed our own scout
group.  We're not widely known. Actually, its just a local group, guys
within a hundred mile radius."

"Wouldn't let you in?  What does GSA stand for?" I asked.

He patted the multi-colored patch on his shoulder.  "Gay Scouts of
America," he said, without batting an eye. "Well, that's what we call
ourselves; we're not really affiliated with anybody. We just made the name
up."

"Oh." It was all I could think of to say for the moment.

"Now that you know, I guess you want to get back across the creek where
you'll be safe," he said rather sourly.

"Any reason why I shouldn't feel safe here?" I asked.

"I guess not. You're a Marine, you're probably not afraid of anything," he
said. His eyes were still busy over my body but came to rest about crotch
level again. He was awfully interested in my crotch and now I knew why.

"Your legs are huge," he said.

I glanced down at my legs. I had big, powerful thighs, and squatted down on
my haunches made them look even bigger. When I looked back up our eyes met.

"You're huge all over," he said, looking at my arms, and when he saw that I
wasn't hostile he looked back down between my thighs.  "Those shorts are so
tight, you're about to bust out of them."

"They look tighter, wet, but would that be a problem for you if I did bust
out of them?" I asked with a tight smile.

"No. Absolutely not," he said. "How big are you?"

"Two forty one," said.

"No, now big are you?"

"Oh." I couldn't believe what he was asking, so bold. "Nobody believes it
when I tell them," I said.

"I would," he said, eyeing my crotch more openly now.

"Eleven inches," I said.

His eyes popped and his mouth flew open. "No shit!"

"I told you, you wouldn't believe it."

"No, I believe it," he said. "I just never saw or even heard of anybody
being that big. I didn't know it was possible to be hung like that." He
laughed.  "No wonder you need such big, powerful thighs, to carry all that
around."

"It's possible," I assured him as I mentally explored all of the other
possibilities that this kid and the situation presented.  I couldn't
believe I was squatted down here, talking about the size of my cock with a
teenager who I'd just met.

"I guess you must attract a lot of attention around the barracks," he said.

"The guys are used to it," I said, with a shrug. "Besides, there are a
couple more guys in the outfit who are pretty impressive."

"But eleven inches," he said.  "I guess most guys have to see it to believe
it when you tell `em how big you are."

"Well, I don't normally go around telling people how I'm hung, but yeah,
when the subject comes up, that's the usual response; I gotta see it to
believe it."

"And do you show 'em, to prove it?" he asked.

"Not usually," I said, laughing. "Hell, I don't have to prove anything."

"When you do, where is it? I mean you don't just haul it out, like in a bar
or something. Where are you when you get asked, and what do they say, when
you show them the proof?"

I laughed.  "It's usually standing at the urinal taking a piss, or in the
shower. And they say something like, "I'm seeing it and I still don't
believe it."

He kept looking at me, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. A lustful
hunger that I'd never seen in such young eyes. I should've been

ashamed of what I was thinking; that I would like to haul this cute,
muscular kid off into the woods and show him my cock and see what he might
do with it. Shit, I was thirty years old; like a big brother. But I wasn't
ashamed.  He was too smokin' hot for me to conjure up any feelings of shame
or guilt.

"I never seen anybody as big as you up close; I mean with all his muscles
showing like that," he said. "I wanta be a Marine when I'm out of school."

"They'll take you when you're seventeen with your parents permission," I
said, thinking that couldn't be more than a few months off.

"I already turned eighteen. We all are. It's a rule we have, so we don't
scare guys off.  I just need to graduate," he said.

I blinked, visibly surprised.  "You're really eighteen?! Wow! You look
younger. I would've guessed you closer to sixteen. Well, I mean in the
face. From the neck down, you could easily pass for eighteen, or older."

"Yeah, everybody says that," he said. "Wanta see my drivers license?"

I laughed. "Maybe I should be asking how big you are," I said, jokingly.

"One sixty-eight," he said.

I laughed again at the way he was playing with me. "That's a damned
impressive one hundred and sixty eight pounds you're carrying. But you know
that wasn't the question."

"About eight," he said he said with a sly, proud grin.

"Dam, that's not too shabby for eighteen," I said.

"Yeah, I'm the biggest guy in our troop," he said. "I guess I'll grow some
more. I'm hoping so."  He laughed.  "We're all hoping so."

"Chances are good you will," I said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind being hung like you are," he said.

"Don't," I said.  "Sometimes it can be a real pain in the ass."

"Oh, I'll bet," he said, laughing.

I ignored it.  "Do you guys come on base often?" I asked.

"This is only our second time. But it won't be our last, that's for sure,"
he said. "When you asked what we're doing here, truth is, we're Marine
watching. We're from different schools, all planning to go into the Marines
when we graduate. That's another thing we've got in common."

"Marine watching. Is that kind of like bird watching?" I asked.

"Yeah, except we found the eagles," he said. "Eagles are awesome. We never
saw anybody who looked like you guys last time we were out here." He was
referring to find us; the eagles...the best of the best. I liked that.

"And you won't," I said.

"How do you guys get to look like that?" he said, his eyes raking over my
body again.

"Just what we're doing. Running. And we work out regular, eat right and
take supplements."

"I'd like to know your workout routine, and learn what you eat," he said.

"Maybe we can help you guys out with that; working something out," I said.

"Do you think they'll let us in the Marines?  Being gay, I mean," he asked.

"Don't tell `em," I said. "And don't advertise it. I would loose that
bright colored patch you're wearing.  Isn't that the gay colors or
something?"

"Yes. We're proud of it," he said.

"Well, you can't be proud of it and be in the Marines," I said. "Too bad,
but that's the way it is till somebody at the top gets their head out of
their ass."

"So, you regular Marines wouldn't mind if there were gays among you?" he
asked.

I laughed, and noticed the way he looked at stomach muscles when I did.
"There are gays among us; we just don't know who they are," I said.  "No,
most Marines don't give a fuck, if the guy is a good Marine."

I wasn't paying much attention to the others around us, I was so taken by
this kid and intrigued by what he had to say, and his boldness and honestly
and his eagerness.  I saw him glance between my thighs again and I got bold
myself.

"I don't think you believe it, do you?" I said with a grin.

"That most Marines don't give a fuck?  I do if you say so," he said.

"No, that's not what I meant, and you know it."

"It's pretty hard to believe anybody could be that size, but yeah, I
believe whatever you tell me." Then he gave me a sly, mischievous grin.
"But it'd be easier to believe if I saw it with my own eyes."

"I would if I could, but this is hardly the place," I said, looking all
around at my buddies and his friends. But I was already thinking how I
could maybe get the boy off to myself sometime, somewhere, and I was
properly chastising myself again for the thoughts I was having.

"Hey, it's not like a pencil, is it?" he asked.  "I mean, long and thin."

I guffawed, laughing. "Not hardly," I said. I held my hand up, my fingers
curled. "That won't fit around it," I told him.

"Damn! No shit!" he gasped, wide-eyed.  Then he smiled, a little crooked,
mischievous smile. "You know, it's not like you would be a dirty old man
exposing himself to an innocent little boy.  You know I'm gay, I'm
eighteen, and you're certainly not a dirty old man. And for the record, I'm
not all that innocent," he added for good measure.

"Maybe we, uh...should explore the innocent part," I said.

"Take a look around you; everybody here, excluding you twelve Marines, I've
had sex with."

I was taken aback, apparently visibly so.

"That surprises you, I can tell from you face," he said.

"Yes, it does," I said.

"Its another rule we have.  To join, you gotta have sex with all the other
members."

"Shit, I never got my first piece of ass till I was seventeen," I said.

"If you were gay, you wouldn't have stayed a virgin that long, not looking
like you do, if you looked anything like that when you were seventeen."

"It's none of my business, but have you guys thought this through, about
going into the military?  It can be a rough place to be, with your sexual
orientation," I said.

"Or the best place to be," he said with a sly grin as he looked me over
again.

I was having feelings I'd never allowed myself to have before. Well, except
for Chip Hunter and Denver Lucas, but I never allowed myself to dwell on
those thoughts. I was having tingling, itchy feelings back between my legs
and even in my asshole. Weird, but they were there, and they were being
caused, undeniably, by this cute little hunk. Shit, if the guys knew what I
was thinking, especially the DI, I would be toast; my career would be over,
twelve years of service down the tubes, and probably a dishonorable. But
all that aside, I was still thinking about how I could meet up with this
little stud without getting in trouble.

"I didn't get you name," I said.

"Austin. What's yours?"

"Marine name, Corporal Hunt. Dakota to my friends."

"That's a neat name.  Corporal Dakota Hunt.  Real sexy and studly. You
deserve a name like that.  Or the name deserves you," he said. "Hey, now
that we're not strangers, are you going to show me?" he asked boldly.

I laughed, dropping my head.  "Look, Austin, I...I really like you, I mean,
I respect who you are," I said, raising my eyes to his again. "And I would
really like to...well, shit, take us back in the woods and show you
everything, but the Marines has a strict policy..."

"I know, don't ask, don't tell," he finished.

"I was thinking, though, if, uh...if you think there might be a way we
could...meet up sometime...you know, if you happen to be on base by
yourself, or maybe I could meet you someplace off base. It would have to be
discreet."

"You can't imagine how much I would love that, but I'm just so curious
right now I'm all tingly inside. What about if we just went back into the
woods to take a piss? No policy against that, is there?  You could at least
show me what you're bragging about."

"Hey, its no brag," I assured him.

"I know.  So, do you wanta go back?" he asked, nodding toward the woods.

"I...suppose we could," I said, surprised at his ingenuity. "But it still
wouldn't look right. I mean, why does it take two guys to go take a piss
together?"

"We don't have to go together.  You could go into the woods first, saying
you had to take a piss, and I could follow you a minute or so later. Nobody
would even notice," he said.  "Look. Everybody else is busy talking."

Okay, this kid was getting to me, and I was considering his plan. I'd had
my back to the group and I looked around to see if anyone of the others
might be hearing us, and got a bit of a surprise. Austin was right,
everybody was preoccupied; some not just with talking. There was Chip
Hunter sitting on a rock back in a clump of trees, sort of hunched over and
one of the boys was reaching to feel his thigh, almost to the point of
groping his crotch! I would've never believed it of Chip. There was another
Marine leaned back against a tree with a boy feeling his arm. Could be
innocent, youthful admiration and muscle worship, but it wasn't acceptable
behavior for a Marine to let them do shit like that, especially on base,
and I suddenly had the feeling that I wasn't the only one being turned on
by the hunky teenagers coming on to us so strong.

"Now that you mention it, I do have to take a piss," I said as I shoved
myself to my feet.

"Ohh!  Would you do that again?" he said, staying squatted down.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Squat back down and shove up to your feet again. I wanta see your thigh
muscles bulge," he said.

I squatted down and stood up again, slowly, so he could get a good look at
the muscles in my thighs bulging and rippling.

"Damn, those are killer thighs!" he exclaimed, looking up at me almost
worshipfully. "They could break a guy's neck if you had him in that kind of
hold."

I laughed.  "And what would a guy's head be doing between my thighs?" I
said jokingly.

Austin stayed squatted down on his haunches, looking up at me.  I gave him
a questioning look.

"I thought we were going to take a piss," I said quietly.

"Yeah...I just love this view," he said, his eyes raking over my body and
fixing on my crotch. "Fuck, you chest and shoulders look even bigger from
this view. And Godd, the way those wet shorts cling to your thighs and your
crotch!"

My wet shorts clung like my skin, revealing the bulk and even the outline
of my cock. Finally, he stood up.

"Man, you're really bulging out of those shorts," he said as we walked
toward the woods. "I can hardly wait to get `em off of you."

"Whoa," I said, holding up a hand. "Not out here. Down, maybe, to take a
piss, but not off." I really did have to piss now, thanks to the power of
suggestion. Back in the woods, I peeled my wet PT shorts down off my hips
and butt while Austin watched my manhood being unveiled. I had to pull them
more than half way down my thighs before my swollen cock swung free.

"Wow! That is a hunk of meat!" he exclaimed, wide-eyed.  "Here, I'll hold
it for while you take a piss," he said as he boldly reached out and wrapped
his hand around it. I glanced over my shoulder in a panic, but we were far
enough in the woods that I couldn't see the other guys and I figured they
couldn't see me.  "Fuck, man, look at that! I can't get my hand around it,
and you're not even all the way hard yet," he exclaimed.

"I told you," I said.

I started at his touch; it was the first time another guy had touched me
there, except for the doctors. His hand felt good and my cock was
responding fast, threatening to cut off my stream of piss.  I had to force
it out and Austin was even impressed with that, too.

"Dam, you piss like a horse," he said, laughing. "But why not, you're hung
like one."

When I was finished pissing he pulled on my cock, milking it in his hand,
and shook it several times.

"Is it okay if I suck it now?" he asked.

I swallowed hard, somewhat stunned, unable to answer him. I was right about
him; he wasn't afraid to go after what the wanted.

"Can I?" he asked again.

"Dam, you see something you want, you go after it, don't you?" I said,
looking back toward the clearing and the other side of the woods. "Yeah, go
ahead," I said, thinking it was the stupidest thing I'd ever done.

"Oh, Mann, thanks," he said as he dropped to his knees. He wrapped both
hands around my cock and a third of it still stuck out of his fists.  "Man,
I hope I can do this," he said. With that he opened his mouth wide and took
my cock in his mouth.

I gritted my teeth and stifled an outcry.  He could do it all right. He had
the softest, warmest mouth, and his tongue was like a puppy's tongue
lapping up milk.

"Ohhh, fuck," I whispered through clenched teeth.

"Am I doing all right?" he asked, looking up at me around my cock with
those big innocent-looking eyes. Looking into those eyes could almost
convince you that this was the first cock he'd ever touched.

"You're doing great," I said.

"Fuck, I can't believe the size of this thing," he said as he eyed my cock
with raw lust. He licked the shaft, up and down the sides, and underneath,
causing it to throb and buck, and the veins to bulge and precome to bubble
out. He licked it up hungrily. Then he went back down on me. I said I've
got powerful legs, but this kid had my legs shaking in no time.  Dam, he
knew how to give head! I had to wonder when he'd started.

	He let go of my cock and wrapped both arms around my right thigh
and began kissing and licking the muscles.

	"Godd, I love your thighs," he moaned. "It's like hugging a tree."

	"Thanks. I'm glad you like `em," I said as I took up stroking my
cock myself.

  	He brushed my hand aside and pulled my cock over to suck it again
but kept one arm around my thigh, running that hand up to squeeze my
butt. "Ohh, your butt is hard as a rock," he cooed.  "Ohh, I'll bet you
throw a wild fuck when you get these thighs and those butt muscles in
gear."

	Oh shit, now, was he suggesting that he wanted me to fuck him?
Fuck, I had to meet this kid someplace!  Soon!

	"Have you ever fucked a guy?" he asked between slurps on my cock.

	"No, I never did anything with a guy, before now," I said.

	"Ohh, it would be so wonderful to have you fuck me and take your
virginity," he said.

I could not believe what was happening. I was standing in the woods on a
Marine base with some teenage kid gobbling my cock and talking about taking
my virginity, with the rest of my company only a few yards away. I laughed
at the idea of this kid taking my cherry, but he was right; I was a virgin
in that respect.

	"I would like to take yours," I said.

	"Too late, that horse got out of the barn a long time ago."

	"One of your scout buddies?" I asked.

"My uncle," he said. "But he wasn't a dirty old man or anything," he
added. "He's my dad's younger brother, he was only nineteen himself. He was
in the Navy, home on leave. I've got a thing for military guys."

	I didn't say anything. I didn't want conversation; I wanted head,
and if I talked, he talked instead of sucking my cock. He went back to
sucking my cock and I started fucking his mouth. Such a beautiful mouth on
such a cute, innocent face.  Shit, when did I develop such a penchant for
boys?  My thoughts were always about men; Marines, specifically. I stood
with my hands on my hips, watching his full, pouting lips, distended so
around the girth of my cock, sliding back and forth along the shaft. I
listened to his soft, whimpering moans of pleasure that he was giving
himself. I longed to shove my into his throat till my balls hit his chin
but it would choke him.

	"Do you wanta fuck me?" he asked.

	"Aww, I wish we could," I moaned.

	"You wouldn't have to last long; I could get you off real quick
with my ass," he said.

	"You're gonna do that with your mouth," I said.

	"Maybe when we meet up, later, then?" he said.

	"Absolutely," I said.

	He went back to sucking my cock and I concentrated on what he was
doing, trying to work myself up. I was a Marine, on duty, I couldn't stand
there in the woods all morning and let this kid slurp on my cock. The squad
would be getting back on the road any time and the guys would be wondering
where I was. They would probably be suspicious now, that I'd been gone so
long in the woods.

	"Listen, Austin, when we get done, you stay back in the woods while
I go back by myself," I told him.

	He nodded and kept sucking. I put my hands on his head and shoulder
to encourage him. I didn't her the snap of the twig till it was too late. I
snapped my head around to see Chip Hunter.

	"What the fuck...!" he gasped.

	"Shit!" I swore, jerking my cock out of the boy's mouth with a loud
slurp. Despite the interruption, the boy wrapped his hand around the back
of my thigh to keep me there. I think I must've turned pale and my knees
went weak under me. I could picture myself being placed under arrest. But
Chip didn't seem to be all that bothered about what he saw.

"We're gonna be heading back in a little bit," he said, his eyes raking
over us.

	"Yeah, okay, I'll be right there," I managed to croak as I pushed
the boy's head away where he was trying to gobble my cock again.

	"Fuck, man, go ahead and finish what you're doing," Chip said,
seeing how anxious the boy was.  "Just don't take too long."

	"Yeah, okay, I was getting close," I said.

Chip took a moment to linger and watch us then turned then turned and
walked back toward the clearing.

	"Wow! That could've been scary. I'll hurry and get you off," Austin
said. That's when I discovered that he'd been just playing with me; sucking
to give us both extended pleasure.  Suddenly he got serious, and began
devouring my cock like a hungry wolf on raw meat and I felt the blood
pounding in my temples. It didn't take him more than a couple of minutes to
push me over the edge.

	"You're getting me close," I gasped in a hoarse whisper.

	He responded with his tongue and I about screamed from the intense
pleasure.  Suddenly, I was there. Not coming yet, but past the point of no
return and it was building up at a horrific pace. The pressure was building
up beyond control and I could barely breath from the anticipation. Finally
it reached the boiling point.

	"I'm gonna shoot," I told him, but I think he knew it. I clasped my
hands on his muscular young shoulders and hung on for dear life. He sucked
for dear life.

	"Awwww...awww, fuck, I'm coming!"

	My cock felt like it swelled even bigger and it ached for the
second or two that it took my load to gush up through the seminal vein.  I
cringed, waiting for the release and finally, it came. My cock exploded in
the kid's mouth like a rocket going off.  I could feel the stuff shooting
out, almost painfully, and it quickly filled his mouth and I was gushing
semen into my own load of come.  He choked and gagged but held onto my cock
like a true scout, his arms wrapped around my thighs, as if to keep from
being blown backwards from the impact. I looked down to see cum running out
the corners of his mouth. Fuck, I was drowning him. I put a little pressure
on his shoulders to push him back but he hung onto my thighs for dear life,
determined to finish the job.

	Finally, I was drained. Usually I don't go down very quickly
afterwards, and many times not at all, but the circumstances caused my cock
to deflate normally and I was soon like rubber in his mouth. He took
advantage of it by forcing my cock into his throat, and he swallowed me all
the way to my balls, and even licked my balls with my tongue while he was
down there.

	"Ohh, shit!" I moaned, and spurted out some more come into his
throat. Wonderful as it was, I had to get back to my squad.  I tightened my
grip on his shoulders and eased him back, almost having to force him away
from me.  It was an awesome sight, watching my cock pull out of his mouth,
inch after inch; so damned many inches I swore it'd grown even bigger. He
locked his lips tightly around the gristled rim to hold the head in his
mouth as long as he could, but it finally popped free and swung down and
smacked heavily against my thigh. Aaron pursed his lips but there was semen
running down his chin. I wondered what he would do with it. It didn't
matter if he spit it out, but I really wanted him to swallow it; to see if
he would. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose and
started doing just that. He gulped and swallowed and gulped and swallowed
till he let out a big gasp and opened his mouth.

	"Dang! I never had a load like that in my life!"

	"It felt like the biggest load I ever shot," I said as I struggled
to get my wet shorts pulled back up.

	Austin wiped the ropes of come off his chin then wiped his hand on
his shorts, leaving a whitish streak where it didn't soak in. Just as my
cock was about to disappear into my PT shorts, he leaned in and captured it
again and sucked out the cum that had drained into the shaft.

	"That would leave a big, embarrassing stain in your shorts," he
said with a smile.

	"Yeah, thanks for taking care of it," I said.

"Thanks," he said, shoving himself to his feet.

	"Shit, don't thank me. Thank you," I said.

	"Here, let me help you with that," he said as he reached out and
pulled the front of my shorts out so I could heft my manhood inside. It was
the first I realized that my hands were shaking. I got everything arranged
then brushed my hand down and hefted the bulge into a comfortable position.

	"I gotta get back," I said.

	"Your buddy didn't seem to be all that upset," Austin said.

	"No, he didn't. I don't know what that was all about," I said,
still worried that I might get court-martialed if Chip blabbed, but somehow
I didn't think he would do that to me.

	"Did you decide how we might meet up?" he asked.

	"No, it was pretty impossible to concentrate on anything but what
you were doing," I said.

	He took a little memo book and a short pencil out of his pocket and
wrote something on it. "Here's my phone number. Call me when you can get
free," he said as he tore the page out and handed it to me.

	"What if someone else answers the phone?" I asked.

	"Its my cell phone. Nobody else answers my cell phone. Call me
soon.  This was great, but I can't wait to ride that big horse cock."

	I think I shot another spurt of come in my shorts just hearing him
say that. I bent down and tucked the slip of paper in my sock.  Austin let
out a little squeal. I looked around at him.

"Ohh, you've got the most incredible butt!" he exclaimed.

"Okay, thanks, but get over it," I said laughing.

"Still want me to wait here while you go back?" he asked.

	"Yes," I said.

	I left the woods and walked back to the clearing. The other guys
were standing around talking with the young scouts. Chip was with three of
the boys, off to themselves, looking serious as he talked in hushed tones.
Austin came out of the woods, walking up to me casual as you please.  I was
surprised to see Denver Lucas came out of a clump of trees with a boy,
laughing, with their arms around each other's shoulders like the were old
buddies. I had no idea what they'd been doing.

The DI barked out an order and we all moved into formation. He barked again
and we moved off in a trot towards the creek. We splashed into the water
and kept running across the creek to the other bank. Our boots sloshed as
Sgt. Davies went into double-time cadence, and the water ran out of our
shorts and down our legs.

	"Hear me, troops!" the DI said loudly, in time with our sloshing
boots hitting the ground as he double-timed backwards so he was facing us.
"We did not come this way and we did not encounter, engage or even see a
scout troop.  Is that understood?"

	"Yes, Sergeant!" we bellowed.

	"Do you understand?" he bellowed again.

"Yes, Sergeant! We understand!" we yelled louder.

	Something made me wonder if the Sgt. Davies didn't know what had
gone on, if indeed there was anything going on between any of the scouts
and any of the other guys.

	We returned to our barracks where we got out of soaked PT shorts,
socks and boots and showered and got into dry clothes.  It wasn't time for
chow, and Sgt. Davies granted us that rare, little bit of space as free
time.  I felt compelled to approach Chip Hunter.  I sort of thought he
might be waiting for me to approach him. He was sitting out on the steps
and I went out and sat down beside him.

	"Listen, about what you saw back there...," I started.

	He looked around at me with a scowl. "I didn't see anything."

	"Yeah, you did," I said. "And we need to talk about it."

	He stood up and jumped off the steps.  "Not here," he said.  "Let's
walk around the barracks."

	We got in step, as Marines are prone to do when they're walking
together, sort like marching, and headed down between the two barracks.

	"So, you were getting a blow job...no big deal," he said. "Just
wish you'd called me," he added.

	"I didn't know...I mean, the kid blew my mind the way he came on to
me.  It was a stupid thing to do.  But, hey, I'll let you know next time.
He gave me his phone number, wants to get together sometime. I know he
would be glad to do you; he's a real nut about Marines."

	"I'm not talking about the boy," he said.

	I didn't know what he meant.  The boy was who we were talking
about. "You lost me. Who're we talking about then?" I asked.

	"Me. You," he said.  He turned to see me looking at him.

	"I'm still lost," I said, although vague thoughts were creeping
into my head that shouldn't be there; wonderful, vague thoughts.

	"Well, I'm glad I've been able to hide it," Chip said in a low,
even tone.

	"Wait a minute!" I blurted out softly, and stopped in my
tracks. "Hide what? Are you saying?...come on, man, don't fuck with my
head," I said.

	 "That's precisely what I wanta fuck with," he said, glancing down
at the front of my pants.

	"Fucker!" I swore.

	"What?  Now we've both got something on each other. That makes us
even...and safe," he said.

	"No, Fucker!  Why didn't you say something!  Fuck!  I've been
hiding it too!"

	He laughed.  "You weren't hiding much back there in the woods
today," he said.

	"No, I've been hiding it just like you...Shit!...yeah, I was happy
to let that little teenage hunk swing on my dick, but I would be just as
happy swinging on yours."

	It was Chip's turn to be dumbfounded. "You're telling me you're a
cock hound, too?"

	"Shit, man, I've been hot for you since the first time I saw you in
the shower," I said. "Damn, where can we go?  We've wasted so much time."

	"Not on base," he said.  "When we go on pass."

	"Fuck, Man, I don't know if I can wait that long, now that I know,"
I said.

	"Cool it, fucker. I really want to get down on that big, beautiful
cock of yours, but not bad enough to scuttle my career," he said.

	"Motherfuck! I'm not gonna be able to concentrate on anything else
now," I said.

Over the next few days, I was going nuts just thinking about getting
together with Chip.  I got the impression he was going through the same
thing, the way he would look at me in the showers.  I didn't realize that
he was so desperate that he'd been looking for a place on base, while I was
creating plans in my mind how and where we could hook up off base, when we
finally got a pass.  But passes weren't easy to get and we were both
getting awfully anxious.  Still, I called Austin on his cell phone just to
touch base.  I told him that one of the other guys had come out to me and
he asked right away if it was the big, good looking Marine who had come
back in the woods to check on me. I told him it was, and he was overjoyed
at the possibility of doing us both.  I hadn't mentioned the boy to Chip
but I was sure he wouldn't object if it were three of us. I mentioned it to
him that night and he was really excited.

	"Fuck, if we could just find a place and get that kid back on base;
he was a hot little fucker," he lamented.  "I did think of a place that I'm
going to check out," he went on.

	"Where?" I asked excitedly.

	"The old training barracks, in the woods on the back side of the
base," he said.

	"The old World War Two barracks?"

	"Yeah. I've checked around, and the only time they're used is when
the weekend warriors come in the summer. Rest of the time, they just set
there, virtually deserted."

	"That'd be great," I said, excitedly.

	"Can you get hold of the kid?" he asked.

	I grinned sheepishly.  "I already have.  I called him just to touch
base, in case we got a pass. I didn't know whether you would go for it, a
third person...I was going to mention it to you."

	"I don't know if I would've either, but with him...fuck, yeah.  Now
if there's a way to get him on base..."

	"Well, the scout troop manages to come on base, somehow, so maybe
they've got some kind of special pass," I said.

  	Chip checked out the old barracks...said it was perfect...and I got
hold of Austin again and told him our plan.  He was elated, and yes, he
could come on base as a single visitor as long as somebody met him at the
gate.  Yeah, I would be happy to meet him; no fuckin' brainer! We set it up
the following Saturday, two days away.



	I shouldn't have laughed, but it was funny the way Chip was so
excited and anxious; said he was like a cat on a hot tin roof. I felt the
same way. A couple of times I was ready to chuck it all and go to my knees
and suck him right in the shower...fuck it, let everybody watch.

After inspection on Saturday I headed for the main gate to meet Austin.  He
was waiting outside the guard shack, looking fine in hiking boots, a pair
of mid-thigh khaki shorts and a dark blue T-shirt, and baseball cap.  He
looked like the ultimate All-American boy.  We shook hands, restraining
ourselves, and he climbed in my car and we headed back to my barracks.  We
met Chip coming out of the barracks as I was parking the car, dressed in
sneakers, PT shorts and T-shirt. They hadn't formally met so I introduced
them. I saw the way they looked each other over as they shook hands.

	"Are those boots good for running?" Chip asked him, nodding to his
hiking boots.

	"Yes, sir," Austin replied sharply.

	"Good, because you know the only way a Marine gets from point A to
point B on this base is to run," Chip said.

	"Yes, sir, I understand. I just hope I can keep up," said Austin.

	"If you don't, one of us will carry you," I joked.  "Hey, give me a
minute to go inside and change."

	I ran upstairs to change out of my uniform into my PT shorts. I
practically tore off my uniform.  Chip was obviously not wearing a
jockstrap under his PT shorts so I didn't put one on either. But when I
pulled the shorts up, I had a problem.  They were too short for me not to
wear a jock; my cock would be hanging out the leg if I didn't. So I put one
on and rushed back downstairs, taking the stairs two at a time.  Chip and
Austin were laughing about something; obviously getting better acquainted.
Without a signal, the three of us took off at a lope along the company
street, in the direction of the service road that went to the back of the
base.  It was a dirt road...very little traffic back there...which made it
an easy run. Chip began calling cadence and Austin quickly picked up on it
as I responded.

	Before long we were sweating pretty bad and I wondered about being
so hot and sweaty, and if the showers worked in the old barracks. I guessed
they would leave the water on.  It was a long run; I couldn't be sure how
long, but several miles.  It was no problem for Chip or me but the young
scout, despite his excellent physical condition, wasn't any match for our
stamina.

"Dang, guys, how do you keep up this pace?" he asked, panting, as he
doggedly tried to keep up with us.

We slowed a little so he could keep abreast, but by the time we were well
into the darker cool of the woods, he was about to go down. He stumbled and
we both caught him.

"You're the one who said we would carry him," Chip reminded me.

Without hesitation, I ducked down and came up with the boy slung across my
shoulder, and started running again.

"Ohh, Mann, this is awesome!" he said.

A good ways further, we traded off and Chip took Austin on his
shoulder. Not too much further into the woods we came upon the old
barracks. Chip set Austin down on his feet.

"Thanks. No wonder you guys have got thighs like tree trunks," Austin said.

There were four of the barracks; old, two-story, wooden structures built at
the start of World War Two. It was amazing that they had stood up to the
element for so many decades, or that the termites hadn't devoured them.

Suddenly I wondered how we would get in.  They would surely be locked.  We
checked all four buildings and they were all padlocked. But Chip wasn't
deterred. We went around to the end of the barracks where he had me give
him a hand stirrup to stand in and I hefted him up so he could reach the
second story landing.  He grabbed hold of the railing and pulled himself up
with ease and tried the door. It was loose on its hinges; probably wasn't
used anymore.  He jimmied the doorknob and the latch till he got the door
open.

"Okay, we're in," he said. "Send Austin up."

I locked my hands together to give Austin a stirrup and hefted him up so
Chip could grab his hand and pull him up.  Then I climbed up on the railing
around the lower porch and the two of them pulled me up. We quickly slipped
inside and Chip secured the door from the inside.

It was eerily quiet, and dark from the heavy growth of trees around the
buildings. We checked the place out, upstairs and down; it was nothing but
empty.  I checked the water in the latrine; it was on. But no electricity;
not that we needed lights. There were rows of bunks on each side and wall
lockers, and footlockers set at the aisle end of the bunks.  Rolled-up
bedding rested on the end of each bunk. I unrolled one mattress to find
that there was a pillow and a blanket, but no sheets or pillowcases.  No
problem; the mattress and blanket would suffice.

"No need to mess up any more bunks, one will do us," Chip said as he peeled
his T-shirt off over his head, baring his massive, muscular upper body. He
saw the way we were looking at him; especially Austin.  "We all know why
we're here, right?" he asked, looking at Austin.

"Yes, sir, I think I do," the boy replied, rather shyly.

"Well, if you don't, we'll show you," I said as I stepped up behind him and
tugged at his T-shirt.  He raised his arms for me to take the shirt off of
him and Chip was immediately all over him, pressing his hands on his chest
and abs, rubbing his hands up and down his sides.

"Shit, you would make a hell of a Marine," he told him.

"Thanks. I intend to be one, if they'll have me," Austin said.

I pulled my shirt off and shoved my PT shorts down and stepped out of them,
under Austin's gaze.  He moved closer to squeeze my jock.

"Yeah, you know what's in there, don't you?" Chip joked. "I didn't wear a
jock," he said to me as he shoved his PT shorts down, exposing his naked
manhood.

"Yeah, I could tell," I said.  "I wasn't going to, but it didn't work. My
cock stuck out the leg of my shorts."

"I wanta see it sticking out the side of your jockstrap," Austin said as he
pulled the pouch of my jock to the side.  My balls fell out but he had to
reach in and pull my cock out. "Ah, now I remember what's in there," he
joked. But it was no joke. He went right to his knees and took my cock in
his mouth.

"Damn, he's hungry," Chip said.

"So am I," I said as I reached over and ran my hand across Chip's chest.  I
squeezed his thick, hard chest muscles and tweaked his nipples, which were
already big and hard. I pulled him closer and leaned in to suck on his
tits.

"Ohh, shit, I've imagined you doing that," he whispered.

"I never imagined anything with you; I was too scared to," I said.

We were all naked except for our boots now.  He moved up behind Austin and
laid his cock over his shoulder.

"Here's a spare when you get done chewing on that," he said.

Austin turned his head and sucked Chip's cock into his mouth. Chip pulled
me closer to him and started sucking my tits, his hands roaming all over my
body till he found my cock.  There, he stroked it with his fist, hard and
rough.

"Fuck, you've got a big cock," he said hoarsely.

"Not too big, I hope," I said.

"Stand up on the bunk," he told me.

I stood up on the edge of the bunk and balanced myself by holding onto an
overhead beam. Chip turned his head and took my cock in his mouth.

"Uuhnnnnn," I moaned softly, tossing my head back in disbelief. Yeah, I
couldn't believe big, studly Chip Hunter was actually sucking my cock. He
sucked like he was starved for cockmeat, slurping and moaning softly.

"Fuckin' tastes good," he murmured as he slurped the head of my cock and
squeezed my balls.

Austin let Chip's cock go and stood up to join him sucking mine.  It was an
awesome sight, watching the two studs both slurping and licking at my cock,
sharing it like a Popsicle. Chip pulled Austin in tight with his arm around
his waist, squeezing his butt while Austin jacked Chip's cock.

"Damn, boy, that's a nice, hard ass. You like to get fucked?" Chip murmured
around my cock as he kept squeezing Austin's butt muscles.  It wasn't a
question, but more a reaffirmation of something he already knew.

"Yeah," Austin replied.

Chip broke away from us and walked around to the other side of the bunk and
stretched out on the mattress.

"Climb on," he said to Austin, holding his cock up straight.

I stepped down off the edge of the bunk, a little disappointed that Chip
had suddenly taken more interest in Austin than me, but I was still excited
as hell to watch them.  Austin climbed on the bunk and straddled Chip's
hips and rode back against his big cock, riding it up and down between his
butt muscles.

"This ain't fuckin'," Chip said.

"Okay," the boy said, and raised up higher on his haunches. I gave him a
hand, guiding him down, with Chip's cock in my other hand to bring them
into contact.  When they were on target, Austin tilted his head back with a
little sigh and began to let his weight down. I sat down on the edge of the
bunk to watch Chip's big, thick cock burst through the boy's tiny asshole
then slowly disappear up into his body. It was hard to believe that such a
tiny aperture could be stretched and spread open so wide.

"Ohhhhh, Godddd!  You're so big!" Austin moaned softly.

"No bigger than him," Chip said, meaning me.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock, as far as I
could.  "You're thicker," I said.  "You gotta be stretching him pretty
awful."

"Then you won't have any trouble going in," he said. He clasped his hands
around Austin's butt to guide him down, or maybe to keep him from raising
up, while I sat stroking my cock and what was remaining of his. It was an
awesome sight, watching the boy's butt slowly descend and swallow up the
tall, thick tower of meat.  Finally, Austin was sitting on my fist around
Chip's cock and I let go so he could ride the rest of the way down on it.

"Ooohhh, My Goddd!" Austin moaned as he settled his butt firmly on Chip's
loins. "Ohhh, Mannnn, you are huge!"

I couldn't take anymore of just my own hand. I stood up and moved around to
the head of the bunk. I set one foot on the mattress and hunkered over
Chip's head.

"Awww, yeahhh, bring that big fucker to me," he said as he tilted his head
back with his mouth open, and gripped my cock in his fist to pull it down
to his mouth. I eased forward and down and fed him my cock. I was surprised
how easily he swallowed it right down to the balls, and I wondered what
other experience he had.

As I was feeding Chip my cock, Austin began riding up and down on Chip's
cock. He leaned forward, taking me by the shoulders to pull me down to kiss
him. Watching us kiss sent Chip into ecstasy.

"Awww, you fuckers, that is hot!" he moaned as he humped his hips up of the
mattress, thrusting his cock harder into young Austin's ass while he
groaned around my cock. It was all too much for the boy.  His tongue, which
had been languidly exploring my mouth suddenly lashed out at my tongue and
I felt the reverberations of him squealing and whimpering as he humped
Chip's cock harder. I took me a moment to realize that he was about to go
off.  He clasped his hands around my head and practically pushed his mouth
into mine and sucked my tongue into his throat.  We groaned together as I
felt my own climax building. It wasn't the way I'd pictured it...not going
off this quick...and I didn't think Chip would be happy about it, but shit,
he was the one causing it.

Suddenly Austin's cock exploded. The first spasm of cum spurted out in a
long, thick rope that splattered against my chest. The second hit my chin
and a third laced across my stomach. Several more shot out across Chip's
face and in my pubes, and across his chest and stomach.  The little fucker
came like a pony.  He was just coming down off his high when Chip started
slurping and gobbling my cock, tilting and lifting his head to suck me
deeper, and grabbed hold of Austin's hips to hold onto him while he plowed
into his tender ass.  Chip was cumming too.  I was about to scream from the
intensity of my own climax that had built to the explosion point but just
wouldn't go off. As I knew Chip was blowing his load up inside the young
scout, I leaned down and went down on Austin's still throbbing young cock
to give myself the edge I needed. I smashed my loins hard against Chip's
face, my balls smashed painfully across his forehead.  With that, and the
teenager's hot, hard cock in my mouth, I finally lost it.  I came so hard I
made the bunk shake.  Leaning over, I collapsed across Chip's upper body
and against Austin, pushing him backwards onto Chip's legs. We lay in the
weird entanglement for a couple of minutes, trying to catch our
breath. Chip finally shoved me up off his face to extract my cock from his
throat so he could breath. I straightened back up and steadied myself on my
feet.

"Fuck!  What just happened?" Chip gasped.

Austin laughed, his tight abs rippling as he was stretched back toward the
foot of the bunk in a rather awkward position.

"I didn't mean to loose it so quick," he said.

"Did you loose it quick?...fuck, I never noticed," Chip said.  "Seemed like
we were at it for hours.  Dam, you've got a tight ass."

"I'm so glad you liked it; I was afraid you would be mad because I went off
so quick," Austin said as he tried to bring himself upright.

I went around to help him come up straight then he collapsed forward across
Chip's upper body. It was neat the way Chip brought his arms around him,
clasping and patting his butt, like lovers.

"How the hell could anybody get mad at this?"  he said, squeezing the boy's
taut butt muscles. "Hell, I think I wanta marry `em."

I let them lay like that and rolled the mattress out on the other bunk to
sit down.

"Still wanta join the Marines?" I asked Austin.

"More than ever!" he exclaimed.  "Just tell he how can I get assigned to
your platoon?  Fuck, the guys are going to be so jealous when I tell them
about this."

Chip was so relaxed I thought he might doze off to sleep till Austin began
squirming around on top of him.

"Ohhhh, you're coming back up already," he moaned softly as he began
sliding his butt back and forth on Chip's cock. Chip started easing his
butt around in the mattress, responding to the boy's motions.

Now I was really feeling left out; Chip was going to fuck Austin
again!...while I sat and watched?  No way.  Chip and I had just come out to
each other; I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through my
fingers. It was hard to tell when we would have a chance to be together
again. I stood up and crawled onto the foot of their bunk, shoving Chip's
legs apart. Austin started to raise up but I pushed him back down and
brought Chip's heavy, muscular legs up around my hips.  He got the hint and
lifted them higher. I shouldn't have been, but I was a bit surprised that
he was cooperating. I inched up closer and shoved his legs forward.

"Reach back and grab hold of his legs and pull `em forward," I told Austin.

	 Austin locked his arms around Chip's legs and pulled his lower
body up so his butt was tilted up off the mattress and spread wide open. I
spit in my hand and lubed up my cock, then spit again, letting it fall into
the crack of his ass.

"Ohhh, Geezusss, this is gonna be rough," he moaned as I worked the spit
into his hole and inserted my finger deep.

I liked that he sounded a little scared. He was right, it was a little
rough going in; I surmised that Chip hadn't had all that much experience
getting fucked...if any.  Maybe I was getting his cherry! I set the head of
my cock against his clenching hole and rubbed it around. He seemed anxious,
hunkering up against me. I shoved and he didn't retreat, but held steady.
I shoved harder, pushing the muscles of his ass inward.  When they were
stretched to the limit, my cock had no place to go except through; the path
of least resistance. Not that he didn't resist me; at least his asshole
did...I think he was working hard to take me. His asshole put up a good
fight, but it was no match for my hard cock. I clenched my own butt muscles
and brought their strength and power behind my thrust that sent the head of
my cock bursting through his tight hole.

"Uuuhhnnnn!" he moaned loudly.

I looked down at his asshole stretched wide around the girth of my cock,
still wondering if it was virgin territory. I plowed deeper and heard him
choke back his groan; it sounded like he was holding his breath. But
finally, when I was more than half way in him, he let it out with a loud
"Fuucckkkkk!"

Before the sound was completely out of his mouth, I shoved the rest of the
way in him with one, swift, steady thrust.  It think it took him by
surprise; he heaved out a loud swoosh of air that was half whimper, half a
moan.

"Ohhhhhhhh!"  It was Austin's outcry, not Chip's, like I would've expected.
"Ohh, Godd...he likes it...getting fucked!...His cock just got bigger and
harder inside me!  Ohhhh...Ohhhhh, Gawd...Ohhhh, he's cumming! I can feel
it...ohh, shooting up inside me...so fuckin' hot!...Ohhhh...oh, shit, now
I'm cumming again!  Ohh. AAAwwhhh!  Ohh, fuck him!  Fuck him harder!"

It happened the second time as quickly as the first.  We all shot off
again; one, two three...bang, bang, bang...my balls the last to empty into
my Marine buddy's live, hot ass. Once again, we were a tangle of sweaty,
heaving bodies, propping each other up so we didn't tumble off the
bunk. When I was able to move at all, I moved first.  I raised up from
being slumped over on Austin and extracted my cock from Chip's ass.  It
didn't want to let me go. I had to pull hard and at the end, his asshole
tightened around the gristle-rim of the head in one last attempt to hold me
in.  It popped free with soft suctioning noise. As I lowered his legs and
let his butt back down, cum started running out of his ass and soaking into
the mattress. I helped Austin raise up and steadied him on his feet as he
got off the bunk, then put my hand down to Chip.

"We all need a shower," I said.

The three of us stumbled and staggered down the aisle toward the latrine. I
could see cum running down the inside of Chip's thighs.  In the shower, we
soaped each other up.

"How long are we staying?" Austin asked.

"Till we're all fucked out," Chip said.

Back in the barracks, we shoved three bunks together and put Austin in the
middle one. We all needed to rest. By now it was quiet, and getting eerily
dark. There were no nightlights; just the light cast through the windows by
the early moon. I stretched out on my stomach with my arms flung up over my
head, my hands gripping the steel frame of the bunk. I barely dozed before
I came awake again; my body didn't need as much rest as I thought it
did. Actually, my cock made that decision for me; I came awake trying to
drill a hole through the mattress. I lifted my head and looked over at
Austin. He was on his stomach with the blanket pulled up low on his
waist. I was hot for him again, or still. Even with studly Chip lying on
the other side of him, sprawled out on his stomach, there was something
about Austin that pulled me to him; he was that fuckin' hot; and young.  I
understood why Chip went for him.

I reached over and laid my hand on the small of his back. He squirmed and
the blanket pulled down half way off his butt.  I moved my hand down as
well, spreading my fingers across his taut butt. He was coming awake.  He
clenched his muscles for me and I started getting hard again. Shit, I
wanted that ass! And I knew he wanted me to have it. I trailed my fingers
over his smooth, taut butt muscles, shoving the blanket down, exploring
between them. He hunkered his butt up and I found his hot, clenching hole.
He sort of squirmed around as I probed gently, rubbing the tiny aperture. I
was working up spit on my fingers and when I reached over again he was
already lubing his ass with his own spit. I found his hole and probed
again, this time slipping the tip of my finger through the hole up to the
first knuckle. I heard him stifle a little gasp. I probed deeper, through
to the second knuckle, then I shoved it in as far as I could. He squirmed
frantically on it. I wriggled my finger around inside him and found his
prostate; not sure till he started going crazy; thrashing his butt around
and fucking himself on my finger and humping the mattress, casing the bunk
to creak. I fucked back with my finger. I've got big hands and big, thick
long fingers, and I could make him feel like he was taking a small cock. At
one point I pulled my finger out and shoved it back in with its partner. He
loved it.

I worked my fingers around inside him, gently massaging his swollen, tender
love nut till he was trying to drill a hole in the mattress. I decided to
go for three.  I pulled my two fingers out and wet them in my mouth and
reached over again.  But his ass was already occupied and busy!  Chip's
big, capable hand was on the other side of his butt and he was probing with
his middle finger.  I slid two fingers in alongside his and we worked the
boy's ass together, in tandem.

"Ohhh...ohhh, Goddd, both of you...!" Austin gasped.

I wondered if he was saying what I thought he was saying. Couldn't be.  No
way the kid could take two cocks the size of ours up his ass. Chip and kept
probing and fucking him with our fingers; Chip was using two as well,
now. Austin raised up on his knees, his shoulders down on the bunk.  "I
want both of you...to fuck me," he moaned.  Yeah, that's what he was
saying!  Damn, was that possible? I think Chip was wondering the same thing
because neither of us moved, except for our fingers in Austin's hot ass.

After a few minutes of listening to Austin moaning and begging to get
fucked, I raised up, moved over onto his bunk and mounted him.  He was
still stretched nicely from Chip's cock and it was an easy, smooth
entry. He moaned into the pillow as I buried my cock to the hilt, then he
started humping back against me.

"AAWwwhhhh!" he cried as my cock raked across his prostate.

Chip raised his upper body, his incredible abs lifting him effortlessly,
and climbed on Austin's bunk behind me. I heard him spit in his hand and
knew he was gonna fuck me instead of joining me in double-fucking Austin.
Fine with me. I'd been waiting on it; I just didn't know when he would get
around to giving it to me.  He slicked up my asshole and worked his fingers
up inside me. I pushed back on them, then thrust forward, shoving my cock
deep into Austin's ass.  I fucked myself and Austin like that for several
minutes before Chip moved up behind me and I felt the heat of his cockhead
pressing against my hole.  I braced myself as he pushed against me.  I took
in a slow, deep breath and laid my head back with my eyes closed as he put
the pressure on.  Then he entered me.  The blunt head of his cock burst
through my tight hole like a fist had punched through it and I grimaced a
silent yell. He didn't wait, but shoved right on in.  I hunkered forward to
ease the entry, but he shoved harder, pushing me deep into Austin's ass as
he impaled me on his.  Austin wasn't begging to be double-fucked anymore;
he was too caught up in what was happening, his hand clasped around the
steel framework of the bunk.

Chip wrapped his muscular arms around me and clasped his big hands over my
pecs.  His thick fingers closed against my tits, mauling them painfully.

"Awww, shit!" I said as I clamped my hands over his. It hurt, but I didn't
try to move his hands. His big cock sliding in and out of me overrode the
pain.

"You like that?" he asked, slamming his cock into me. "You like that big
cock in your tight ass?"

"Yesssss!!" I hissed.

"Oohhnnnnn!" Aaron groaned under me. "Awwwhhh...Ohh, Fuck!...you're making
me come again?"

Chip took hold of my hips and began working them back and forth, moving my
ass back and forth on his thrusting cock and forcing my cock in and out of
Austin's ass, turning me into some kind of fuck machine for the two of
them. Not that I wasn't getting anything out of it, but it was the first
time I'd ever fucked a guy or been fucked and had no control over it.

"Fuckin' gonna come again!" Chip growled behind me.

I was helpless but to go along with the ride.  Austin was cumming under me,
his asshole clenching madly around my cock, and Chip was cumming behind me,
his cock buried and throbbing deep inside me, about to explode. It was all
too much. It was like two live strands of electrical cord coming into
contact, causing an explosion of sparks, and I was quickly spurting my load
up inside the young scout's hungry ass.

When his hips stopped lurching, Chip's hands fell from my hips and he
slowly toppled over backwards on the bunk.  His cock pulled out of my ass
almost brutally, ripping back through my guts then popping free with a loud
sucking noise.  Austin collapsed under me and I lay on top of him.

"Next time," I said, patting him on the butt as I raised up. "Next time
we'll double fuck you."

"Lucas," Chip said in a husky, almost guttural tone.

"Huh?" I said, weakly.  Was he so far out of it he didn't know who he'd
been fucking?  Or was I hearing him right? The only Lucas I new was Denver
Lucas, with the big chest and thighs that could move a tank.  I shoved
myself up, pulling my cock free, and crawled over onto the next bunk.

"Denver.  Lucas," he said.

"What about him?"

"We should've brought him along."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed.  "You gonna ask him?"

"He's hot for you; you ask him," he said.

I looked at him; a blank look, not even surprised, it was such a ludicrous
thing to say.

"You're just trying to get my head knocked off my shoulders," I said.

"Watch him," he said.  "Watch the way he looks at you."

"Yeah, and he sees me looking at him like that..."

"Make eye contact," he interrupted.  "If I'm wrong...if he don't smile or
wink or something...you can line up the entire barracks and I'll take `em
all on, either end."

I laughed softly.  "That's a pretty safe bet, with no credible witness to
hear you say it," I said.

"I'll write it down on a piece of paper for you," he said.  "If I'm wrong,
all you gotta do is show it around the barracks and I'm toast."

I laughed.  I so wanted to see his gorgeous butt toasted.  Bad as I would
like to get it on with big, studly Denver, I would forego the pleasure just
to see Chip get his due.



I couldn't forget what Chip said about Denver.  I was still scared of
tangling with the guy but he was worth the risk.  Shit, if I could get my
hands on him...!!!  It was a good week before I worked up the courage to
make the eye contact. I thought it was the ideal time when we were the only
two in the shower. I got real bold.  While we were talking, I let my eyes
rake over his muscular body several times, not really knowing if he was
noticing the way I was looking at him. Then finally, I lifted my eyes and
FUCK, he was looking right at me.  I guess he was the one who made the eye
contact.  Bravely, I held his gaze; didn't look away like a scared deer,
and he sure as hell didn't.  Then came the smile. At first it wasn't
noticeable; it could've been his eyes smiling, but then his lips sort of
turned up at one corner and he was smiling.  But barely.  I smiled back.
Barely.

"No Shit!' he said under his breath.

My smiled broadened.  He left his shower and walked past me to the doorway,
where he peered out.  Then he came back, not to his own shower, but under
mine.  He wrapped those awesome arms around me and smashed his mouth over
mine, bold as you please.  When I let out a little gasp he shoved his
tongue into my open mouth.  I about blew my load and I wasn't even hard!
He kissed me so hard it was like he was raping my mouth, except it wasn't
rape because I was soon kissing him back just as hard.  My cock was getting
hard fast, and I cold feel Denver's cock swelling against my thigh.  In
another half minute we were both boned and writhing against each other,
panting.  Then suddenly he broke away and moved to his own shower.  Maybe
he heard something, or had a sixth sense; another guy came sauntering into
the shower.

"Well, fuck, what do we have here?" he said, eyeing our hard cocks.  "Did I
interrupt something?"

"No, we were waiting on you," Denver said as he boldly soaped up his huge
cock.

The guy didn't say anything else; just turned to the wall and got on with
his shower.

I was reeling from shock as I made my way back to bunk.  This was even
better than finding out about Chip.  Even better because now we all three
knew about each other. My hands were trembling as I dried off.  Denver,
standing beside his bunk, saw it and laughed.

"Hey, I got a favor to ask," I said.

"I got a LOT of favors to ask," he said.

I told him about Chip and me.  He was only mildly surprised.  I told him
about Chip's dare and my evil plan.

"Write it out; make him sign it.  Don't tell him we've connected," Denver
said.

I wrote it out: "If I'm wrong...if Denver Lucas don't smile or wink or
something when you make eye contact, you can line up the entire barracks
and I'll take `em all on, either end."  I had to badger him into signing
it.  Told him he had no balls, but he expected me to have the balls to come
on to Lucas???  He finally signed it.  Denver got a huge laugh when I
showed it to him.

"Okay, next time we're in the shower together," he said, laughing.

It was a few days before it worked out that just the three us were in the
shower.  When the fourth guy walked out, leaving us alone, I saw Denver
smile as he started across to my shower. Chip was next to me. He looked at
Denver with a what-the-fuck look and his mouth dropped and his eyes popped
out when Denver smashed his naked body against mine and started kissing
me. Then he said it.

"What the fuck!"

We both broke out laughing. I think Chip might have turned a little pale.

"Just so you know, I'm first in line," Denver said.


				  The End


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