From: tbeck@kiva.net (Military Reposts)
Subject: Wilcox the Corpsman
Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 21:43:50 -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.
 

WILCOX, THE CORPSMAN

Wilcox was a good marine corpsman, no doubt about it.  He was tops in
everything during the first tough weeks of boot camp, and now that our
training was almost over, he still was number one.  He came into the Corps
with a damn fine body.  Firm, muscular arms and legs, a broad chest and
meaty shoulders, a tough gut and a good round ass.  Blond, blue-eyed Wilcox
was a stud, the kind of guy you see on the recruiting posters.  More than
one horn recruit had eyed his long, thick shaft and heavy balls as we
stripped down to shower in the barracks.  He had a light cover of blond
chest hair that went down his front, down the firm ripples of his gut,
covering his crotch and balls.

A few of us guys had gotten it on during boot.  First, it was just jack-off
sessions in the showers at night.  Five or six guys standing under the
water, working their tools, pretending not to be too interested in each
other.  Gradually we got into playing with each other's cocks, bringing
each other off and spraying our cum on the shower wall.

And then a couple of guys started sucking each other, right there in front
of us all.  It was a new experience for me, and I took awhile getting into
it.  First off, it seemed weird, putting another guy's meat in my mouth.
But I learned to like it, especially the taste of some corpsman's hot cum
as it slid down my throat.  I started looking forward to sucking-off my
buddies and having one of them go down on my own hard cock.

Wilcox never took part in the sucking, as much as I wanted to take his cock
in my mouth.  Trouble was that Wilcox was the meanest bastard in the
barracks.  His ego was bigger than the nine inches of meat swinging between
his legs, and he had a temper to match.  At least seven guys had fought him
since training began, and he beat the shit out of each one.  It was like he
was trying to prove something to everybody, like he had to let us know he
could kick our asses if he wanted to.  He didn't have a buddy in the whole
barracks.  Even though I wanted the taste of his manjuice and sweat, I
avoided him like the rest of the guys.

But Bartlett couldn't avoid him.  Bartlett was the drill instructor.  He
was tall, lean and solid, as much of a stud as Wilcox.  His broad chest and
shoulders tapered to a firm waist, thick veins covered his arms and hands.
Except for his armpits and crotch, his body was almost hairless.  He worked
out nights in the barracks , wearing a jockstrap under his sweaty shorts.

From my bunk, I'd watch him work with the weights, imagining what it'd be
like to suck his tool.  A couple of times I almost asked to wrestle him on
the barracks mat, but each time I backed off, satisfied with a handjob in
my bunk once the lights were out.

Bartlett had taken Wilcox aside a few times to try to straighten him out.
He put Wilcox through physical torture, running him to the point of
exhaustion.  But it didn't change him.  If anything, Wilcox seemed meaner.
Sweaty, dog- tired and gasping for air, Wilcox would smile and ask,
"Anything else, Drill Sergeant?"

It was like a challenge but the DI wouldn't go for it.  Instead, he'd say,
"Wilcox, you got a lot to learn about being a marine corpsman, and I guess
you're going to have to learn the hard way."

One afternoon we all hit the barracks showers at the same time, coming in
from a long day on the obstacle course.  Twenty or so lean 'cruits crowded
into the head, bareassed, filthy and tired.  The smell of mansweat and soap
filled the shower room as we lathered up.  It was the best part of the day,
one of the things that had drawn a lot of us to the Corps in the first
place .

The shower area was small, and cocks and asses couldn't help but touch as
we tried to wash. I hoped a soapy 'cruit would goose somebody up the ass,
signalling the start of some horseplay that might turn into a circle-jerk
or, better still, a suck-off session.  As tired as I was, I wanted the
taste of marine cum on my tongue.

Wilcox crowded in with the rest of us, his heavy balls bouncing against his
legs.  A guy accidentally brushed against Wilcox's ass.  Hot and sweaty
from one of Bartlett's extra assignments, Wilcox turned on the guy, punched
his shoulder and pushed him hard against the shower wall.

"Get your fuckin' cock off my ass, you goddamn queer!" Wilcox shouted.  We
all got quiet, waiting for Wilcox to explode.  The guy looked frightened.

"What the fuck are you doin?" he said, "I didn't mean to bump you, man."

Wilcox pushed him again, daring him to make a move.  "You wanna bump into
me, wiseass," he said, "I'll let you bump into me.  I'll let you bump your
fuckin' faggot head on my fist.  How 'bout it?"

Bartlett, stripped-down and ready to shower, walked into the area.

"What's going on here?" he asked.  "You up to some more shit, Wilcox?"

"This guy tried to feel up my goddamned ass," Wilcox said, "I want a fight
with him.  I want to settle it with a fight."

Bartlett sized up the situation, running his hand through the hair in his
crotch.  "You always want a fight with somebody, Wilcox.  Wash up,"
Bartlett said, motioning to the frightened 'cruit.

Wilcox decided to keep talking. "Well, if not him, how 'bout you,
Sergeant?"

Wilcox grinned, looked Bartlett in the eye, and said, "You been ridin' my
ass in front of these guys long enough.  I want a shot at you.  I want a
fair fight in the gym.  Gloves and a goddamned referee.  How 'bout it?"

Bartlett's face was expressionless, and he continued to pull at his crotch
hair and the head of his uncut cock. "I've been waiting for this, Wilcox,"
he said, "but it's not going to be in the gym. .  It's going to be right
here in the barracks where these guys can see you get beat.  You know how
to wrestle?"

Wilcox nodded.  "Then get your bareass onto the mat, 'cause I'm going to
pin you."

"I need a jockstrap," Wilcox said.

"No, you don't, "Bartlett said, grinning.  "What's the matter?  You afraid
to wrestle bareassed?  Afraid you'll get a hardon?"

Without warning, Wilcox lunged at Bartlett's legs and dropped him to the
mat in a hold.  Soon Bartlett was free and working his strong arms and legs
around Wilcox's shoulders and crotch.  The two men struggled hard, their
muscles tense and straining, each seeking a chance to pin the other.
Bartlett's shoulder pressed into Wilcox's belly and crotch, rubbing against
his shaft.

"Kick his ass," a guy called out to Bartlett.  "Pin his fuckin' ass,
Sergeant!"

Bartlett caught Wilcox in a strong hold and had the 'cruit's shoulders
turning, their cocks rubbing against each other, their sweat glistening and
filling the area with a strong, musky odor.  I could see they were both
getting hard.

Pushing slowly with his powerful legs, Bartlett had Wilcox's shoulders
moving to the mat.  The blond 'cruit struggled, straining against the DI's
muscular body, but Bartlett made one last push and pinned Wilcox to the
sweaty mat, laying on top of him spread eagle, their cocks and balls
pressed together.  A few guys cheered.

"You two grab his shoulders," Bartlett ordered a couple of 'cruits, "I'm
going to give you a lesson, Wilcox, a mansized lesson," he said, sweat
dripping off his face onto Wilcox's heaving chest.  "Somebody get me some
dick grease.  Hurry up.  Get me something to loosen this 'cruit's tight
asshole."

As two guys held Wilcox down, Bartlett got on his knees between the pinned
marine's legs.  Bartlett's cock was hard and wet, a good eight inches and
real meat.  A thick vein went down the shaft, like the veins in his arms.
I dropped my towel and started rubbing my balls, aching for a taste of cum.

Bartlett took some spit in his hand and stroked Wilcox's tool.  "Like that,
buddy?  I'm going to give you something you've wanted for a long time.  You
think you can take a good ass-fucking?"

Wilcox was dazed.  He said nothing as the DI rubbed their hard cocks
together.  Naked 'cruits pushed closer around the mat, playing with their
cocks.  "Fuck his ass," somebody said, "Yeah, fuck his cherry asshole,
Sarge."

Bartlett was handed a jar of lube.  He spread some on his stiff cock.

He took some on his fingers and said, "You been asking for it, buddy. Here
it comes."

He pushed one finger up the pinned marine's asshole. Wilcox struggled in
pain and arched his back, but the two guys holding his shoulders kept him
on the mat.

"Lift his legs in the air," Bartlett ordered.  "Put his legs over my
shoulders and hold them there."

The DI continued fingering Wilcox's asshole, and once the silent 'cruit's
legs were in position, Bartlett said, "It'll hurt at first, but you'll like
it after awhile.  Take it like a man, like a stud marine."

Bartlett slowly slipped his meaty tool into Wilcox's virgin ass, gently
pushing the thick shaft about halfway to its hairy base.  Wilcox moaned and
tightened his muscles.  "Don't fight it, buddy," Bartlett said, "Let it
happen.  You want it bad, so let me fuck your pretty-boy asshole.  I'm
gonna have your cherry, Wilcox. I'm gonna pop it in front of your buddies
here."

Wilcox loosened up a bit, meeting Bartlett's strokes.  "Somebody work this
'cruit's cock," Bartlett ordered.  I got on my knees and started pumping
Wilcox's shaft, my hand coated with lube.  My own cock was stiff now, like
the other guys surrounding the mat.  We handed the lube around, each guy
pounding his own cock, a couple of 'cruits stretched out on the barracks
floor, sucking each other, and all of us watching the DI hump Wilcox's
lubricated ass.

"Good.  Keep pumping him," Bartlett said, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of
you, Wilcox, and I want to see a good load shoot out of that marine cock of
yours."  He pushed his cock in up to the base and started humping harder,
slapping Wilcox's beefy thighs.

Soon Wilcox picked up the rhythm of Bartlett's thrusts.  "Fuck it," he
mumbled.  "Fuck my asshole, Sergeant.  I want it."

"Say it louder," Bartlett ordered, "Say it so your buddies can hear you."

"Fuck me, Sergeant!  Fuck my asshole!  I want your come up my ass!  I want
to feel it in my guts!"

Two guys stood over Wilcox's head, pumping their cocks and pulling on each
other's balls.  They leaned back, moaning and shooting their cum into
Wilcox's face.

"Lick it, buddy," Bartlett said.  "Let me see you lick that fuckjuice off
your face.  Do it!"

Wilcox tasted the white drops collected around his mouth, and a few other
guys stood over him, pounding themselves.  Soon Wilcox was covered with
marine cum, guys shooting on his face and belly, as Bartlett's thrusts
quickened and Wilcox's back arched to take the drive.  With one hand tight
on Wilcox's tool, I pumped myself harder.  I grabbed Wilcox's hand and held
it on my balls.  He squeezed my sac, pulling it at the base, and then ran
his fingers through my crotch hair.  I felt a wave of cum quiver through my
guts, and I sent a long arc of the stuff shooting across Wilcox's belly and
chest, just as another 'cruit shot his load.  I mixed my cum with the other
guy's, working it into the matted blond hair on Wilcox's sweaty front.

"Squeeze his tits," Bartlett commanded, and I reached for one, holding it
tightly between my fingers, keeping up with the pace on his cock.
Bartlett's ass tightened up, his fists clenched Wilcox's legs.

"Here it comes, buddy," he said.  "Take my fuckin' load!"

"Give it to me," Wilcox said, "I want it all!"

I pumped Wilcox harder and faster, and his belly tensed.  Bartlett gave a
deep moan and a quick final thrust.  "Take it buddy," he said. "Take my cum."

And he shot his stuff deep into the 'cruit's ass, Wilcox arching his back
to meet the DI's final move.

"I'm coming!" Wilcox shouted.  "Pound it, man.  Pound it hard."

I gripped his tool and dug my fingers into his crotch.  Wilcox moaned and
shot a steady stream of cum. I kept pumping and leaned down to taste his
juice.  I put my mouth on his wet dickhead and sucked hard, jacking him off
with my fist.  Another shot poured into my mouth.  It was sweet and salty,
and I swallowed it as I licked his shaft and belly.

Bartlett slipped out his limp tool, leaving a stream ofcum slowly oozing
from Wilcox's asshole.  His body glistened with sweat as he lowered
Wilcox's legs.  I tongued the fucked marine's asshole, tasting Bartlett's
gism, smelling the sharp odor of Wilcox's crotch.  A couple of guys finally
brought themselves off, shooting two streams of hot cum on the DI's strong
back.

Bartlett stood up on the wrestling mat and pulled Wilcox up beside him.  He
ran his hand through Wilcox's wet chest hair and down across his belly to
his cock.  He squeezed a few drops of cum from Wilcox's limp dick and
tasted it.

"Now the next time you're feeling mean," he said, "you just come to me or
to one of your fellow corpsmen, and tell us you need a hot marine cock up
your ass."

Wilcox smiled and grabbed the DI's balls, gently fondling them.

No more worry here, I thought, still tasting his cum in my mouth.  We all
headed back to the showers and washed up.