Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 17:43:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: DANGEROUS MARINE 2

DISCLAIMER: This is a rather special story. I wrote it because a very
talented artist offered to do illustrations for it. His name is ULF and I
hope that sometime you have a chance to see some of his work. It is
beautiful, erotic and, in some ways, disturbing but always intriguing. He
often depicts Marines, though - as he puts it - Marines who are "rough
around the edges". Well...most Marines are usually that! I'm sorry that
this story cannot be illustrated on NIFTY but, if you write me, I will send
you copies of his illustrations that go with the story. Check the end of
the story for where to write.

DANGEROUS MARINE
Part 2 - Late Saturday night, Early Sunday morning
By RimPig   2004

Kirk continued to pound his cock in and out of my ass while I was tied up
to the bed. I don't know where he got the stamina because he was literally
squatting behind me, his feet on the bed, his hands on my hips and slamming
his cock deep into my ass like a fucking pile-driver!  Never had my ass
ever been so thoroughly fucked, so thoroughly used! I didn't know if I
would be able to sit or walk for a week but I didn't give a fuck! The
intense pleasure that he was causing in my shithole was worth it! This was
a butt-fuck to end all butt-fucks! Certainly the roughest and the best ( I
guess that's kinda redundant?) I had ever had!

Kirk kept at it and soon I knew my balls were going to deliver another shot
of my USMC spoonge all over the vinyl cover beneath me. I could tell,
though, from the quickening of his butt- slamming that Kirk was not long
from cumming either. I'd hoped that we would either cum together or that I
would cum before he lost his load in me. I shouldn't have worried. Kirk's
an excellent Top and good Tops don't leave their bottoms wanting!

"OHHH!!! FFFUUCCCKKK!!! I'M GONNA BLOW AGAIN!!!" I screamed when I couldn't
hold back any longer!

"FUCKIN' CUM, MOTHERFUCKER!!! I'M FILLIN' YOUR SHITHOLE NOW!!!" Kirk
screamed out.

I could feel his huge, thick cock spasming in my hole as I unloaded all
over the bed again. I shot and shot and shot but I still didn't shoot as
long as Kirk did! That's man's balls were FULL!  When I was done shooting,
he was still loading my ass with his balljuice! I'd never known a guy to
cum so long! I knew there wasn't room up my shit chute for his huge cock
AND all that cum and, sure enough, I felt it spurting out of my hole around
his cock and drooling down my balls.

I was exhausted after cumming twice in so short a time and I could feel the
sweat from Kirk's body dripping down onto mine and figured that perhaps he
was as well. This was confirmed when he draped himself over me, covering me
with his body and biting the back of my neck and shoulders. He was kneeling
now behind me but his cock was still buried in my butt. I had to admit it
felt good in there and, wonder of wonders - it was still hard! After all
that fucking and cumming gallons up my butt, his cock was a hard as a rail!

Kirk continued to lick, suck and bite the skin on my shoulders and his hand
gently stroked my sides. It was surprising to me that someone so rough
could be so gentle as well. I lay there, wanting to touch him but my tied
hands prevented this. I could feel his breathing begin to slow to normal
and I could also feel his cock begin to soften somewhat. Not that it became
soft! No! But it was 'softer'.

"I gotta piss. Where do you want it? In your ass or all over ya?" he
growled softly in my ear.

"Both!" I growled back.

"You got it!" he chuckled.

He rose back up to a kneeling position and I could feel the warmth and
fullness fill my bowels as his bladder let go and he began pissing inside
of me. I love that feeling! Loved when a guy gave me a piss enema! Not a
lot of guys could do it but I was rapidly realizing that there was probably
nothing that Kirk couldn't do!

"When I pull out, you tighten your fuckin' hole and hold it in there!" he
ordered.

And I obeyed.

Kirk pulled out of my ass slowly, allowing me to clamp down with my ass
muscles. It felt like he continued to piss the whole time he was
withdrawing from my butt. I could feel his hot piss hitting my hole and
then the cheeks of my butt. I heard and felt him stand up and I was now
being drenched in his piss. He was kind of walking the piss-stream up my
back, covering me with his hot piss. It slid down my sides and dripped onto
the vinyl cover below me, creating a puddle of piss. He continued moving
the stream up my body until he was pissing all over my head and it was
running down into my face. The skin on my head, mostly bare due to my
'high-and-tight', was wet with his warm piss and he emptied his bladder all
over me.

"There! Just what I like! A piss-wet pig!" he growled.

He climbed down off the bed and quickly went to each side, untying my
wrists.

"Okay. Get up. Stand on the bed." he ordered.

This was somewhat difficult as my legs were a bit wobbly from the prolonged
fucking he'd given me but I complied. He lay down in the puddle of his own
piss in the bed and looked up at me.

"Okay. Straddle my hips, pig!" he growled.

I moved to stand over him.

"Now, squat down and let go of your ass." he said.

I squatted down and released my sphincter. He stared intently at my ass as
all his piss and cum came pouring out, all over his half-hard cock and
balls. His cock didn't stay half-hard for long, however. Less than a third
of the piss and cum up my ass came out and he was rock hard again.  When no
more cum or piss was pouring from my ass he looked up at me.

"Sit on my face, pig!" he said.

I turned around and squatted over his face. He reached up, grabbed my hips
and pulled my butt down to his mouth. He then began to lick and suck at my
hole, eating out the last of his own piss and cum from my butt. I leaned
over and began licking and sucking at his cock, cleaning my assjuices and
his piss and cum from it. The taste was incredible! Of course, I loved the
taste of my ass on a guy's cock but the addition of his piss and cum were
added delights!

He finished sucking my butt and finally pushed me off him and over on my
side on the bed, looking at me, grinning.

"Don't want to cum again right now. I need a beer. How about you?" he
asked.

"Yeah. I could really use one." I said.

He got off the bed and I got the treat of watching him walk out of the
bedroom, those beautiful, strong, muscular buns of his rolling up and down
as he walked. That walk of his - so graceful, so manly, so much like a
young, proud animal! Which, in so many ways, was exactly what he was.  He
was back in moments, a beer in each hand. He offered one to me and I drank
it gratefully! The prolonged exertion of a long butt-fuck sure made you
thirsty!

He lay there on the bed beside me, drinking his beer, looking at me. I was
definitely drinking in his body with my eyes as my mouth drank down the
beer. There's no way I could ever get tired of looking at it! He was an
incredible specimen of male beauty, the likes of which you don't get to see
every day. Well...I saw plenty of good looking guys every day in the
barracks but none of them really held a candle to Kirk. His muscular
development, the long, thick slab of uncut cock- meat - way more than any
guy that I saw on any kind of regular basis! His voice pulled me out of my
reverie, though.

"You want me to go?" he asked.

I guess he was used to brief encounters - the old four 'F's' - Find 'em,
Feel 'em, Fuck 'em, Forget 'em! I knew the drill. But I really didn't want
it to be like that - which was strange, because many times I did. I didn't
want it to be like that this time. Not with him.

"You don't have to. I was kinda hopin' you'd stay." I said, quietly - not
looking at him - afraid I might have said the wrong thing.

I didn't know from his question whether he wanted to leave or not. Maybe he
was wanting to end this encounter. Maybe, now that he'd gotten his nut, he
was like a lot of guys - vaguely guilty and uncomfortable being around the
guy they just fucked.

"Yeah. I'd kinda like that." he said.

I looked up as he said it and this grin had spread across his face. I could
tell that I'd said the right thing after all. I grinned back.

"I guess maybe we oughta clean up some and get some sleep, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. It's late." I said, looking over at the clock
beside the bed. "Fuck! It's 4 a.m. already!"

I was shocked. I knew we left the bar before 1 a.m. We'd been at it over
three hours!

"Come-on. Help me dump this cover." he said getting up off the wet bed.

We grabbed the bed cover by the four corners, making sure the puddle of his
piss didn't spill out.  We carried it to the bathroom and dumped it down
the bathtub. Kirk hung it over the shower curtain rod to dry and then
turned to me.

"What say we don't shower or nothin'?" he asked.

"Fine with me!" I grinned.

That meant I got to smell him, and me, all night long! I could deal with
that! Fuck! I could deal with that anytime!

"I gotta piss again." he grinned.

"Me, too! The beer and your piss have gone right through my kidneys and
wants to come out!" I grinned back.

He reached out and grabbed my hand and, pushing aside the bed cover, pulled
me into the shower. I went to get down on my knees but he stopped me.

"We'll piss on each other." he said quietly.

Then he did something that I didn't expect! He pulled me to him and put his
arms around me. His mouth found mine again and while he shoved his tongue
half way down my throat - he started pissing on me, my body pressed up
against his. I let go as well and out piss mingled as it flooded out
between us. I hardly noticed, however, locked in the passion of his very
expert kiss! For someone who didn't like to kiss - he was really fucking
good at it!

When we had emptied all that our bladders were gonna give up, he still held
me in his arms, his mouth still locked to mine. My hands were running up
his shoulders and to his neck and head. I couldn't keep my hands off him! I
loved the feel of his body! The thick muscles, the surprisingly smooth and
soft skin. As tough and manly as he was, I almost expected his skin to feel
like some kind of flexible armor but, instead, it was like velvet beneath
my hands.

When he finally let go of me, he looked at me rather sheepishly. I guess he
was somewhat embarrassed at doing the very thing he'd, at first, told me he
didn't do. I got the feeling that he usually didn't but that something was
happening between us that made him want to. I was all for it! I just
wondered what the fuck was going on inside his head about it but decided
that whatever it was, it was not my problem.

We remade the bed and, by the time we were ready to get in it, the piss on
our bodies was mostly dry. I figured - fuck it! It wouldn't be the first
motel sheets that got a little piss on them - especially when I stayed
there! Didn't seem to bother Kirk one bit, either.

Sleeping with another guy the first time can be awkward. I mean, we each
got our own way of getting comfortable and most guys have a preference for
one side of the bed or the other. The protocol usually is, who's ever room
it is gets first choice. Me, I like the right side of the bed because I
like to sleep on my left side, facing out. This seemed agreeable to Kirk
who spooned himself behind me. But he went further than that! Further than
I would have expected. He also put his one arm around me, pulling me back
into his body so that my butt was pushed into his crotch and my back was
pressed to his muscular chest. He also put his other arm under my pillow so
that I was basically using the pillow and his upper arm and shoulder to
rest my head on. Snuggled together, his soft, warm breath on my neck, we
quietly went to sleep.

But not for long.

I later knew that it had only been about two hours because I could see the
clock saying almost 6 a.m. when I awoke startled by a groan of such pain
that I was instantly jolted awake! Kirk was laying over on his back, tears
streaming down his face and his groaning in some kind of anguish!  He was
still asleep but talking.

"NO! TOMMY, NO! DON'T GO IN THERE! TOMMY!!!" he called out in his sleep.

It was obvious to me that he was in the throws of a pretty bad nightmare. I
turned, reached out and began shaking him while I called out to him.

"Kirk! Kirk! Wake up!" I somewhat shouted and he came awake all of a sudden
and bolted up in the bed to a sitting position.

He looked around, obviously disoriented and finally looked at me. Tears
were still streaming down his face and I reached out and put my arm around
his shoulders. He stiffened at this and, at first, I thought he was going
to push me away but suddenly he just seemed to collapse and his head fell
against my shoulder and he put his arms around me holding me tight against
him while he sobbed quietly into my shoulder and neck, hiding his face from
me.

My other hand came up and I started stroking his head, not saying a word,
just letting him get it out and take his time getting himself together. Now
that I was fully awake, I knew what was happening. The thing that most
people don't realize sometimes about Jarheads is that we are - despite our
reputation - all too human. We are oftentimes asked by our country to go
and do things and to see things that no human being should have to see or
do. You don't just shake that shit off easily. Some never get over
it. There are bars and dope houses everywhere with former Marines drinking
or drugging themselves to death over some of the shit that they couldn't
handle.  There are also too many graves of Marines who couldn't take the
memories of combat and took themselves out. But, as a Marine, you just
didn't talk about that shit. Not very often, anyway.

And too many guys try to play the macho game and not talk about it at all!
This usually led to them cracking up eventually. I didn't know what was the
case with Kirk, but I knew that he was hurtin' bad inside, otherwise he'd
have never let me hold him and see him like this. I was touched by the
trust he was showing me in letting me see it.

Gradually he calmed down and the sobs stopped. That was always an awkward
moment with guys. He now had thoroughly fucking embarrassed himself by
showing 'weakness' and 'vulnerability' - especially in front of a guy he'd
'Topped'! I knew his first reaction was gonna be to run and I didn't want
him to do that! Something told me, he'd been running for a while and really
needed to stop. I hoped that maybe he'd be able to do that with me. I
didn't know why I felt that way. After all, did I really want to get
involved with whatever was fucking him up so bad? I'd wanted sex. I'd
wanted his body. Did I really want to deal with him as a human being?
Didn't I have enough problems of my own without trying to wrestle with his?

I guess not because when he stiffened and tried to pull away, I just
wrapped my arms around him tighter and hung on until he loosened up again
and rested against me.

"I'm sorry." I heard his voice, quiet and rough from crying and muffled by
having his face pressed into my shoulder.

"Nothin' to be sorry for. Bad dream. You see bad shit, you get bad
dreams. Can happen to anybody. Wanna talk about it?" I asked softly.

He was silent for a time.

"No. I don't want to. But I feel like, if I don't, I'm gonna go right outa
my skull." he admitted.

"So let's talk." I said.

"Uhh...can I have another beer. My throats all torn up." he asked.

"Sure. Lemme get it." I took my arms from around him and got outa bed.

I walked over the fridge and pulled out a can of Bud for each of us and
then walked back to the bed and climbed in. He looked up at me at that
point, and I could see the pain and anguish still in his eyes. This guy was
carryin' around a real load of shit - whatever it was! I handed him the
beer.

"Thanks." he said, looking down again, refusing to meet my eyes.

He did, however, tip the can up and guzzled the entire contents in the
matter of seconds.

"No big deal." I said.

"No...I mean for offering to listen." he said, thinking evidently that I
had meant the beer.

"Like I said, ain't no big deal. All Marine's are brothers, remember? You
don't leave a brother hurtin'." I said. "So what the fuck's up? Who's
Tommy?"

He looked up at me, startled.

"Oh, Christ! Was I talkin' about Tommy?" he asked miserably.

"More like shoutin' about him. So who is he?" I asked.

"Not is. Was. He was my best buddy." he said, turning his face away from
me.

"Is that 'best buddy' as in friend or something else?" I asked.

He hesitated and then quietly said, "Something else."

Best friend/fuck-buddy/lover...I got the picture.

"So what happened to him?" I asked.

"You sure you want to hear this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"I'm askin', ain't I?" I said.

"Okay...we were in a convoy about ten clicks outa Basra when we hit an
ambush and came under heavy mortar fire. There were incoming all around
us. The convoy was stalled when the lead truck was blown up and we were
scrambling to get out of the trucks and humvees to find cover and to return
fire. We tried to call in close air support but we couldn't get anyone on
the radio."  he said, talking like he was making a report.

I guessed that this was how he had to tell it to keep his emotions in
check.

"Anyway, I'm in the back of a truck with my squad and I'm tryin' to get the
guys out of the truck and into the ditch by the side of the road for
protection. Tommy's was my radio man and had already gotten into the
ditch. I thought all my men had gotten out of the vehicle but there had
been a shell that had hit nearby and one of the guys was wounded and
couldn't get out. Tommy saw him but, from where I was, I couldn't. He ran
back to try and help get the guy out. By that time, though, the Iraqi
gunners had gotten the convoy in range. I screamed at Tommy not to go back
but he was already running towards the truck to get the guy out. That was
when the mortar shell hit, blowing the truck up - just as Tommy reached
it. After the mortar shell hit, I ran to the bombed out truck. Tommy was
laying there. The mortar had blown his legs completely off. He bled out,
dying in my arms." Kirk ended, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

He hung his head, tears rolling down his face again. I reached over and put
my arm across his shoulders and we sat there in silence for a while.

"There was nothing you could have done." I said quietly.

"Yeah. I know. But the trouble is what I did do." he said.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I kinda went crazy. I grabbed up my rifle and I headed out towards the
dunes where the mortar shells were coming from. Some of the guys tried to
chase after me to stop me but I was too fast for them. The Iraqi's never
expected a lone assault. I sneaked around behind them and systematically
killed every last one of them. The last one, the commander of the mortar
unit, I killed slowly." he said.

"What did you do?" I asked, afraid of what kind of mayhem a fully trained,
angry Marine who just watched his lover die in his arms was capable of!

"Let's just put it this way, when he finally died, it was with his genitals
in his own mouth." Kirk said and I could still here the anger, the rage, in
his voice.

"Man! You must be up for a Silver Star at least - if not a Congressional
Medal of Honor!" I said in awe.

He laughed, ruefully, the laugh having a very cynical sound to it.

"Yeah, right! Congressional Medal of Honor my ass! They want to throw me
outa the Corps!" he said.

"What the fuck for?!" I exclaimed.

"Seems I'm a fucking disgrace to the Corps for treating an enemy combatant
that way! They were talkin' about a 'massacre' and shit like that! They
sent me back here six months ago for 'treatment' before they probably try
and court martial me!" he said.

"Are they fuckin' nuts?! Court martial you? For what?! Savin' the lives of
your men?!" I exclaimed.

"Listen, you don't get it! Even the fucking Corps been infected with the
'Politically Correct' assholes! They're fuckin' dumpin' in their fuckin'
BDU's - afraid that one of the fuckin' reporters for CNN is gonna catch
wind of this! Not to mention that the commander I killed? He was the son of
some big shit on the Iraqi Civil Council! They want to cover that up, too!
" he said.

"Shit! So what's gonna happen?" I asked.

"They sent me back here for 'psychological evaluation'! I figure if they
let me stay in the Corps, the closest I'm ever going to get to combat or to
command of a squad again is behind a quartermaster's desk! I'll spend the
rest of my career pushing paper in some out of the way post in the most
undesirable place that they can find." he said, miserably.

"Know anything about engines?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah. Used to re-build cars when I was a kid. Rebuilt a '73 Trans-Am when
I was 17, right before I entered the Corps. My first MOS was workin' on
tanks. Why?" he asked.

"I work in the motor pool. I do maintenance on heavy duty engines - tanks,
APC's, shit like that.  My boss, Colonel Blessing's got some heavy duty
pull with the top brass. Bet I could get you on there, if you don't mind
gettin' your hands dirty and you want to stay in the Corps doin' something
meaningful." I said.

"Don't sound bad at all...why you willin' to do that for me? They got me
pegged as some kind of psycho-killer!" he asked.

"Psycho-killers don't cry." I said quietly.

He gave me a hard look, I think tryin' to figure out if that was a 'dig' -
which it wasn't and he seemed to calm down after a couple of moments.

 "Besides, I ain't been fucked that good that I can ever remember. I'd like
to keep you around in hopes of maybe gettin' lucky again sometime." I
grinned.

"Fuckin' pig!" he grinned.

I was thrilled having made him smile again.

"Yeah. I guess I am. Is that so bad?" I asked, looking at him seriously.

He looked at me funny and then leaned over and put his arms around me,
pulling me to him.

"Nah. There ain't nothin' wrong with bein a pig. Tommy was a pig." he said
quietly.

I looked into his dark eyes. There was a look coming from them I hadn't
seen before from him. If I didn't know better, I'd almost swear that this
hunk of a Marine animal was startin' to have feelin's for me. And it sure
the fuck felt like it when his mouth came down on mine in a passionate but
gentle kiss. All I know is that somethin' started stirring down deep in my
guts and I knew it was way more than horniness. I didn't know what to do,
though. I was sure that the last thing Kirk needed was to get involved in a
'relationship'! Fuck! He'd been through enough from the sound of
things. Maybe just a friend - a 'fuck-buddy'. He could handle that,
maybe. And I could handle that. I figured I could keep my feelings for him
in check.

Just goes to show what fool guys are when it comes to feelings!

"Uhh...I take it that you aren't 'involved' with anybody?" Kirk asked me,
out of the blue!

"Uhh...no! No I ain't with nobody. Not that I wouldn't want to be, I just
ain't found the right guy yet." I said, wonderin' where the fuck this was
goin' - as if I didn't know! "How 'bout you?"

"Nah. Not since Tommy. Shit, I ain't had sex since him until
tonight. Couldn't bring myself to.  But I got so fuckin' horny I couldn't
stand it no more. But I never thought I'd find a guy that turned me on as
much as Tommy did. Then I saw you." he said quietly. "But I guess there's
never gonna be another partner for me. Who'd be crazy enough to want to get
mixed up with a fucked up Jarhead like me?"

"Me." I said quietly.

He looked at me in shock.

"You don't mean that." he said.

"The fuck I don't!" I insisted.

"Why? I ain't THAT good a fuck!" he argued.

"The fuck you're not! But that ain't the reason! You just do somethin' to
me. Somethin' deep down inside. I like bein' around you. I like bein' in
your arms. I like holdin' you in mine. And you sure as fuck ain't hard on
the eyes for lookin' at!" I smiled.

He got red in the face and turned away so that I couldn't see his eyes. I
reached out and touched his shoulder. He turned back and looked at
me. There was such hunger in his eyes, it was almost frightening.

"I never thought that anybody would ever want me again in my life." he said
slowly and quietly.  "You have no idea how much I want you and need you."

"Yeah, I do. Because when you look at me that way, it just about scares the
shit outa me! I get scared that I can't give you all that you need. But,
Kirk, I promise you! I'll try! I'll really try!" I said.

"Ain't no more that one man can ask of another man." he said.

Then he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply and passionately. That kissed
lasted a long time.

"What happens if I get kicked out of the Corps?" he asked quietly as he
pulled his mouth from mine finally.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let's just put our
energy to gettin' out of this mess.  That, and keepin' each other's balls
drained."  I smiled at him.

"I'm all for that!" he grinned and looked down, drawing my eyes down with
his.

He was standing hard and proud and I reached over and gently stroked him.

"Ahh...fuck!" he groaned.

"Got a warm place to put that, if you want?" I grinned.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! Lemme fuck you!" he groaned again.

"Just what I had in mind!" I said, starting to lay down on my stomach.

He stopped me.

"On your back. I want to look at you this time while I fuck you." he said
softly.

"You want me to get the ropes?" I said softly, grinning at him.

"Nah. Don't need the flogger either. We can play some other time." he said
softly, grinning back.

I lay down and he got between my legs, resting on his elbows above me. I
raised my legs and wrapped them around his hips. I could feel his cockhead
nudging against my hole as his mouth came down on mine. His tongue shoved
into my mouth just as his cock began sliding back into my hole, which was
still wet from him fucking me earlier. I groaned into his mouth as I felt
his huge slab of man-meat sliding up my chute. Even having had it earlier,
it was still an ass-full!  Rather than just shoving it all in at once, this
time he was slowly working it up my hole, letting me get used to it.

Once he was all the way inside me, he stopped and then began to shift his
hips, stirring that big fucker around in my hole - hitting places that
hadn't been touched in a long while - if ever! Fuck!  This guy knew how to
fuck! I raked his back with my finger nails, causing him to shiver and
those vibrations went through his cock and into my butt!

"Damn! Your ass is so hot and wet inside!" he groaned, pulling his mouth
from mine.

"And your cock is so fuckin' big!" I groaned in answer.

I heard a deep chuckle come from him at this. Little did I know, the fucker
had a devilish plan in mind. I should have known something was up when I
looked up into his face and saw that glint in his eyes. He started to
withdraw, very slowly, from my butt. He got about half his weapon out of my
wet sheath and then equally slowly drove back inside. I thought he was
concerned that I couldn't take it and was testing to see if my hole was
ready to be pounded. But, no! He kept it up, slowly withdrawing and slowly
sliding back inside. He was long-dicking me, pulling out until only the
head of his cock was in my hole and then sliding the entire length back
inside. He was even giving it an extra push when he bottomed out to make
sure that all of it was inside me.

This went on forever! Or so it seemed at the time! I couldn't believe his
patience! Or his stamina!  He was slowly fucking me into oblivion! It was
almost torture! I wanted him to speed up and start pounding my ass hard,
but he never varied the rhythm. Slowly out - slowly in. Every slow thrust
and pull was causing his cock to massage my aching prostate. After about a
half an hour, the sensations had built up inside me to such a point that,
all of a sudden, without any warning, my cock began to shoot cum out all
over my body and his!

"AHHH!!! FUCK!!!" I groaned as I came.

I was looking into his eyes as my orgasm hit. He just grinned down at me
and kept pumping slowly in and out of my hole - not changing the tempo,
even as I shot my load.

"That's one." he softly murmured.

'One, what?' I thought to myself. Oh! One orgasm. What did that mean? That
he was going to keep doing this until I had two? I didn't think my body was
capable of another but he kept right on, pumping in and out - same speed,
same power. I was amazed at his ability. I'd thought he was an incredible
fuck from before. Now, I began to think he was the most accomplished fucker
in the USMC!

The fuck went on and on. His mouth coming down on mine every so often to
taste me and to let me suck on his tongue as he groaned into my
mouth. Things certainly had changed since the bar.  This was a man who
loved to kiss! This was a man who knew how to kiss - as well as he knew how
to fuck! I had to figure he gave me that line about kissing because he
didn't want me to know how romantic he really was. Guys are funny that
way. They'll let you know how tough they are, how raunchy they are, but
they won't let you know how much they are capable of giving you all the
emotional stuff that you need from them as well.

I thought I would go out of my mind! He kept fucking, my cock stayed rock
hard after cumming and, damned if I didn't feel myself building towards yet
another orgasm! This just wasn't possible!  Or so I thought! But I thought
wrong! Within minutes, I was again unloading volley after volley of cum
between us!

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" I screamed as I left rationality and entered a world
where only my ass and his cock existed.

"That's two." he said quietly, that shit-eating grin on his face again!

Oh, fuck! He was fuckin' going to try for three! I couldn't take it! I was
just about to tell him to stop when he suddenly changed rhythm for the
first time. His thrusts became harder and quicker.  He started picking up
velocity until he'd reached 'ramming speed'. Now he was fucking me with the
same speed and power that he had used on me last night! I could see the
grimace on his face as he really worked his hips, slamming into me until I
was grunting at every entrance! Sweat began to pour off his body and onto
me. I put out my tongue and caught some of the salty moisture as it poured
off his face. There wasn't a body fluid of his that I didn't love! The
scent of him, the scent of our fucking, the scent of out piss, the scent of
my own body all combined into a breathable aphrodisiac! I threw back my
head, arching my back and shoving my chest up to his.  This changed the
angle of his penetration of my shithole so that his cock was slamming up
against my prostate. That brought on the tingle in my balls that told me I
was, unbelievably, going to cum again! I had never had three orgasms
together. Never had three orgasms together from the same fuck!

"AHHH!!!! FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" I screamed.

I was a mindless, rutting animal! No rational, conscious thought existed
for me! There was his cock, there was my shithole and there was my cock,
shooting cum out of it's piss-slit! That was the whole entire universe at
that moment. Then I heard his screams!

"FUCK! FUCKIN' YOUR HOLE! FUCKIN' YOU, BABE!!!" he screamed out as I could
feel his cock pumping blast after blast of his USMC spoonge straight up my
shit-chute!

My arms were wrapped around him and he collapsed on top of me after the
monumental effort he'd expended. He lay there, panting for breath, his face
buried next to my neck. As he recovered, I gently stroked his neck and
shoulders, letting him know how incredibly fulfilled I felt at that
moment. Never had any man ever made love to me that way - or that
long. Never had any man ever given me that many orgasms with just his
cock. Never had I ever felt more truly wanted and cared about than I did in
the arms of this incredible man!

His breathing finally normalized and he slowly rose back up to his elbows,
looking down into my face and smiling gently.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

"By all rights, I ought to be dead! I didn't think you could have that many
orgasms right together and live!" I grinned up at him.

He broke into a very proud grin. I knew exactly what the arrogant fucker
was thinking!

"Pretty proud of yourself, huh?!" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" he insisted. "When was the last time a guy got you off three
times in a row, just by fuckin' you?!"

"Never." I said so low I could barely hear it.

"What'd you say? I couldn't hear that!" he grinned.

"Never." I said a little louder.

"What was that? Did you say 'never'?" he continued to have that cocky grin
on his face!

"Yes! Fuck you! I said NEVER!!!" shouting right into his face.

He just started to laugh! Really laugh! Hard. His cock, which was still
hard and buried in my butt, began to bounce up and down inside of me from
his laughter. My hole was pretty raw, however, from such a long fuck and I
cried out in pain.

"Ahhh!" I groaned.

He stopped immediately.

"What's the matter." he said, looking down at me with his face full of
concern.

"My hole is really sore and when you laugh, you're making your cock bounce
around inside me."  I said.

"Oh! Sorry!" he said and slowly pulled his still hard cock from my bruised
chute. "Is that better?"

"Yeah. For now. Just don't go too far away with that thing. It belongs to
me now!" I said.

"Oh, it does, does it? And how do you figure that?" he grinned.

"Well, it's only a fair exchange." I insisted.

"Exchange? For what?" he asked.

"For my ass. You know it belongs to you now. Ain't nobody ever gonna
satisfy it like you just did." I grinned.

"I figured I get you with that! Can't do it too often. Gotta be with a guy
that I really need and care about." he said softly.

"You tired enough to get some more sleep?" I asked. "I'm completely worn
out."

"Yeah. I don't think I'm gonna have any more dreams tonight. Not bad one's
anyways. I may dream about you, though." he said, dipping his head down and
gently kissing me on the lips.

"That's okay. I'm gonna be feeling that monster of yours up inside me for a
week!" I grinned.

He rolled off me and we got back into the same position for sleep
again. Me, on my side and him, spooned up behind me, his one arm around me
and the other under my head.

"Good night." he whispered in my ear.

"Good night." I murmured, then added. "Oh, I heard that 'babe'."

There was silence for a few moments.

"Sorry. Just slipped out." he murmured contritely.

"It's okay - long as you keep fuckin' me." I chuckled.

"You gotta deal!" he murmured and his arm pulled me even closer as we went
to sleep.

My last thoughts were that, from the moment I saw him, I knew that Kirk was
one fuckin' dangerous Marine. I just didn't know HOW dangerous! I didn't
know that my heart was in danger of falling in love nor my life in danger
of changing forever. Yep! One fucking dangerous Marine!

The End of DANGEROUS MARINE

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