Date: Tue, 15 May 2018 21:58:40 +0000 From: Devon Campbell Subject: The Marine Down the Street This is a real life adventure about a man (me) meeting one of his neighbors who is a hot ex-Marine. The dialogue isn't exact but it's pretty much how it went down, written from notes I made shortly after it happened. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinion; I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome. Contact me at Peterbilt1228@live.com **036 - The Marine Down The Street The Marine Down The Street I'd seen the guy several times from a distance of a block or so when I go walking around the village. I could make out that he was definitely male, not an old guy, and pretty stocky build. I saw his wife more often, and their little girl, she was maybe two or three. Then one day I noticed his license plate with a Purple Heart but I still hadn't seen him up close. Then one day I did....he was watering the grass....but he was going around the side of the house with the hose so I still didn't get a real good look at him except from the back; he had broad shoulders and big thighs sticking out of his shorts, enough to pique my interest. It'd been extremely hot summer and everybody was watering. I was walking, it was early morning just before sun-up, it was already warm, and as I approached the corner where he lives he came around the corner of the house with the hose. We spoke. He had a good strong voice. I hoped mine was too, but I wasn't sure because this guy up close was HOT and I thought my voice wavered. Evidenced by the U.S. Marines shorts he was wearing and nothing else. No shoes, no shirt. Did I say he was built?! He was maybe thirty, still with military bearing, and then I noticed, Ohh, Godd, he was going commando! I stopped to get acquainted. It should have been easy, simply by mentioning his Purple Heart license plate, but like most of them, he was withdrawn when it came to his military duty. I knew I would have to drag it out of him. I introduced myself, told him I'd seen him driving in and out of the village from time to time. His name was Michael. I put out my hand and said, "Good to finally meet you, Mike." "Michael," he corrected me. "Sorry, Michael." His story; six plus years in the Marines, in Iraq and Afghanistan. The plus because his tour was extended. What about the Purple Heart? He joked that it made the license plate look pretty. I later got out of him that he'd been shot in the leg, and he pulled the leg of his shorts up to show me the scar. I'd never seen such a ruggedly beautiful scar on such a beautiful thigh. "Would've been a flesh wound except it hit the bone passing through," he said. Last time he was home on leave he got married, and got his wife pregnant. He said they got divorced about a year ago. I was wondering what woman in her right mind would be crazy enough to dump this guy. He must have known I was wondering about them both living here in the same house. He shrugged it off, saying they were still good friends. "Friends with benefits," he added, laughing. "It's complicated," he went on. "We agreed that our little girl shouldn't be shuffled back and forth. So my wife and little girl live here, I have an apartment just outside of town. I come and stay here at the house when she wants to go somewhere, like to be with her new man. Our daughter's life is not disrupted." I was still curious enough to ask the obvious. I chuckled and said, "I gotta ask, seeing you, what does the other guy look like?" He laughed. "Nothing like me. He's taller, skinny, more the intellectual type. He takes her to fancy restaurants and plays and exhibits over at the university. That's not my thing. I got nothing against that, I just wish she'd decided what she wanted before she married me." "Well, you can understand the attraction to a Marine," I said. He laughed again. "The attraction is still there. More often than not, I stay over when she comes home." "Does he know that?" "I don't know. Whether he does or not, that's between him and her. I've met him. He's a nice enough guy. I just can't see the attraction. I mean, she knew I was a Marine." "Well there's one god thing, your little girl has a Marine for a daddy." A certain way he moved, certain way he stood, I could see the outline of his cock. I wanted to continue the conversation. I told him I lived up the street and around the corner. He said he'd seen me walking and even noted that I was in good shape, asked me if I'd been in the military. "Army." He joked that he shouldn't be talking to me. "Why not, I forgive you for being in the Marines," I joked back. "Well, truth be told, none of us could get along with the other," he said. I asked him if he had a woman. "Not steady." "Women, then," I said. "Yeah, I'm not ready to get tied down again." He grinned, a mischievous grin. "And I've got all the benefits of a woman right here." I wanted to establish some kind of "neighborly" bond with the guy. I asked if he was in the Marine Reserve "No. I made a clean break." I told him I knew three other Marines in town and told him about Brad and how his woman was jacking him around but he didn't seem to have sense enough to see it. He said he knew guys with women like that. He said it's almost like they want to be sure he's going to come home alive before they commit to anything . "Then a lot of them come home and can't find jobs," he added. I don't know why I said it but it came to mind and I blurted it out. I told him I knew a Marine who, along with his buddy, started an escort service. He laughed. "I never thought of that." Then he asked about the other two marines there in town. I told him how I met one of them out at the park when I was hiking the trails, and the other one I'd met through the VA. He said maybe he could meet them sometime. I hedged on that at first but then decided it was a perfect opening. "I don't know if you'd want to," I said. "One of them got out because of don't-ask-don't-tell." "Oh. One of those." "Well, actually, they're both one of those," I said. "And I think the third one is on the fence." "Are the two guys a thing, like a couple or partners?" he asked. "None or all of the above. I know they get together quite often." "Would you, uh.....be offended if I asked how you know all of this?" "They don't make any bones about it," I said. "Not from.....personal experience, then." "Yes, that too," I replied honestly. "Oh. Wow. I see." He laughed. "I wasn't expecting that." He was visibly surprised and suddenly without something to say. I saw how he shifted his weight, like he was suddenly uneasy in my company. I've fucked it up, I thought. He's not going to want me being too neighborly. I waited those crucial seconds for the rest of his reaction because I knew "Oh, Wow, I see" wasn't all of it. Then he surprised me. "Listen, you're the first guy I've felt comfortable saying this to, but.....well, it might surprise you to know I'm sort of on the fence myself." "Oh, really." "Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay," he was quick to say, "but I've been to known to mix it up with guys who are so inclined, a couple of times." "Well, maybe you would like to meet them, I'm sure they would like to meet you," I said. "Great, my place is always available." He shifted his weight again, such a simple move to be so damned sexy. "Listen, I've got the coffee brewing, should be done by now. Would you like to come in for a minute?" I wouldn't want to say he was being obvious but I had the gut feeling he was inviting me in for more than coffee. "Sure." I followed him around to the side of the house where he turned off the hose, then around back where we went into the kitchen. He poured two cups of coffee and pushed the tray of cream and sugar toward me. I waved it off. "I gotta say, you surprised me," he said as he brushed his free hand across his chest and down his stomach. He stopped with his fingers just in the waistband of his shorts. "Oh, how so?" I asked. "You just don't seem like the type. I mean, I've seen you walking .....just not the type." "You mean the stereotype." "I guess that's what I meant," he said. "I don't think there is a stereotype anymore." "Well, there are guys who are blatantly obvious," he said. "Their parades, their in-your-face militancy." "And I don't know what they're trying to prove," I said. "You certainly don't have anything to prove. You come across as being very confident in your manhood, masculinity I should say." "I am," I said. "I'm happy in my skin. I don't see my manhood any different from any other guy. Just different wants and desires. Like I don't distinguish so much between the giver and the receiver. It still boils down to two guys having sex together." "Well, I'm not sure I agree with that. I mean, the giver is gay, right? The receiver probably not?" "Why do you say probably not?" I asked. "Stands to reason, doesn't it?" he said. "Anyway, how do you really distinguish between the receiver and the giver? The one you refer to as the receiver, he's giving too. And the one you call the giver, he's receiving too as far as overall pleasure." "Now you're fucking with my head," he said, laughing. "Look, I don't wanta sound like I'm putting you down or anything. If you're gay......" "I'm not," I said. "Oh, I thought....." "I'm bi, married. Happily married." "Oh. Sorry." "No need to apologize, the two are sometimes confused." "As I was saying, if you are bi and like to play the gay role once in a while, I guess you are the giver and the receiver at the same time. I'm okay with that." I laughed. "I guess you'd have to be okay with it if you like being on the receiving end of a blowjob." "Speaking of which....." He set his cup on the counter. "....is that where we were headed a bit ago......out there??" "Is that where you want it to go?" I asked. He reached out slowly for my cup. "If it's where you want to go....unless you want a refill." He held my cup in his hand. "Maybe later on the refill." He set my cup on the counter and ran his hand down his stomach again, this time not stopping at his waistband. "Sorry I can't invite you back to the bedroom." "No need for apologies. I don't see you have anything to apologize for." "Well then, I'm glad we see eye to eye." At the same time I pushed away from the table he pushed his shorts down. He moved his thighs a little and the shorts fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He was a man's man all the way. Looks, definitely built, and undeniably in the manhood department. A good hang down over his hefty balls, thick and meaty, with a wide, bulbous head hanging out of a collar of darker skin. I swallowed hard. "Was that a gulp?" he asked, laughing. "It was a swallow," I admitted. "That makes my mouth water," I said, nodding to his manhood. "Well don't let it go to waste." He brushed his hand as if to wake it up. It came awake. "How big does it get?" I asked as I reached out to heft his balls. "Big. Not huge. I don't get any complaints." "I'll bet you don't," I said. "Geezuss, I still can't understand why any woman would dump you. Shit, why go out for hamburger when you've got steak at home?" "That's a Paul Newman line," he said. "Only reason I asked how big it gets is because it's easier to take it before it gets completely hard." "Then you'd better get on it, 'cause it's getting hard fast." "Yes, I can feel it." I was squeezing and pulling on his cock and went to my knees to get a closer look. Big was right. Big, thick and meaty. It looked like the head was weighing it down and it was working hard to lift the head upright. If I could suck that baseball into my throat I would be able to handle all of him, no sweat. Not that there was any doubt on my part. I never look at a cock with any doubt that I can take it. I nuzzled my face into his warm crotch to inhale the manly musk that resided there. I loved that smell of a man, mildly masculine, not yet spoiled with the sweetness of deodorant. I mouthed his balls and his cock lifted higher, then I moved to it. I scooped up the head with my tongue and he bathed it with his precum. He tasted good. I sucked his cock into my mouth and pulled it into my throat. "Awwhh, Geezuss!" he moaned aloud and put a hand on top of my head. I held him there, deep in my throat, still drinking in his aroma, while his cock grew harder and longer and snaked deeper into my throat. Without bragging, I'm good at deep throat, with excellent control over the gag reflex. I sucked him in, swallowing repeatedly and smashing my face hard in his pubes, milking his thick cock with my throat muscles. When I felt him throbbing hard I slowly retreated till the head of his cock popped into my mouth. "Holy fuck! I don't see how you do that," he groaned. I interrupted my tongue work. "I could show you," I said. "Uhh....no thanks." I went back down and kept sucking him. I'm good at that to, considered an expert by most. I know I can get a guy's legs shaking pretty fast and his knees going weak. (I should point out something that, for some reason, I fail to put into most of these personal accounts. I have full dentures that I discreetly remove. Most guys don't realize it till well into the blowjob when I chew on their cocks without causing any pain. Those who do happen to see me take them out are like, "Ohh, fuck, this is gonna be good.") I was sure he didn't see me but I was determined to make him realize that I was sucking without any risk of teeth pain. It was a blowjob, nothing more, albeit a good one. The best he'd ever had, he said later. It was good for me too. He had a perfectly beautiful cock and he was a beautiful man attached to it. I sucked him in earnest, loving every slurping stroke, and making him love it too. It was made even better for me with my hands roaming over his still-Marine-toned body, up and down his hairy thighs, feeling his hard stomach and thick chest muscles and squeezing his awesome, tight butt. He didn't move away from the counter but held my head in his hands and used his butt muscles to power his thrusts in and out of the opening of my throat. And all the while I could taste his ball juice as the head of his cock slid across my tongue. At one point he eased me back off of his cock. "Hey, we didn't talk about this but......" "I want it," I said. "Fuckin' great!" he said, and guided me back to his cock. I was taking him easily and I moved his hands around to the back of my head then pulled his lips toward me rather hard, "Oh, so that's how you want it, a little rougher," he said and began fucking my throat again. I didn't mean I wanted it rough but I wanted him to take charge. But I braced myself for his "abuse." He fucked me hard, pulling my head toward him as he slammed his loins against my face. I couldn't help the choking, gagging sounds even though I wasn't really seriously choking or gagging. He was doing just what I wanted him to do. He was definitely in control now. Every stroke was deep throat, causing a constant stream of drool to run down my chin. I couldn't believe the ball juice he was still producing. He tore off some paper towel and handed it to me. I felt his legs tremble and saw him lock his knees. Then I felt this butt muscled tighten up. "You said you wanted it......it's on the way." His voice was shaky and hoarse. I braced myself for what I hoped and feared would be a big explosion. It was. His cock swelled in my throat and bucked violently then I felt it lurch harder, followed by a powerful surge moving across my tongue. He held my head in a vise like grip with his cock in my throat to the hairs and he started to cum. I wanted it in my mouth. I loved feeling the stuff spurt out and I wanted to taste him but I gratefully accepted how he gave it to me. I didn't need to swallow but his cum spurting into my throat set off the swallowing reaction anyway and I was gulping it down. My eyes were watering and there was still drool running down my chin and my neck. His knees bent a little and he locked them again when his legs started to shake again "Mother fuck!" he gasped loudly as he released my head and gripped the edge of the counter. Wiping the drool with a paper towel, I eased back off his cock so the head was in my mouth. I got a wonderful taste of him as his cockhead pulled across my tongue. He pulled out, too soon for me, and his cock fell heavily against his thigh. "Wow!!" "Yeah, me too," I said breathlessly as I leaned in and scooped his cock up again and pulled it into my mouth to suck every drop out of him and savor the last taste of him. Then I gripped the edge of the counter and he put his hands in my armpits to pull me to my feet. My knees hurt. "Geezuss, man, that was awesome!" "Good. Glad I could make it so." He did a surprising thing then. He put his arm across my shoulder and said, "Man, it's good to know you are in the neighborhood." Then he reached down with his other hand and groped my crotch. "Holy shit! Is that all you?" and began feeling me up, exploring my still hard bulge. "Geezuss Christ, dude, you feel like a horse!" Then more seriously, `"Hey, I can take care of that for you if you want." "It's not necessary," I said. "But I will," he said. "Next time maybe." "Ah, so there's going to be a next time," he said with a broad grin. "If you want," I said. "Fuck yeah. But not here. You need to come to my place." I knew the apartments where he lived and he gave me the number. As I was leaving he gave me another grope. Now I want to work on getting all the Marines together. The End........... P.S.......Meanwhile, we met up again, but at the house again, not his apartment. It was pretty much the same routine. He was outside grubbing out the flowerbeds on the side of the house when I came walking by and being neighborly, I stopped to chat. The sun was hot and he didn't have a shirt on; just his Marine shorts and sneakers. He was sweating beautifully. He pulled a Marine-green bandana out of the waist of his shorts to wipe the sweat off his neck and chest. I shivered at the sight of his hairy armpit glistening with sweat. We exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes before he asked me inside again. It was an innocent enough invite. "Too hot for a cup of coffee?" he asked. "Never too hot for coffee," I said, although I was surprised he didn't offer me a cold drink, except his coffee offer made it clear why he was inviting me inside. I half expected that we wouldn't have anything to drink at all but he made coffee. "Glad you came around," he said as he poured us each a cup. "I forget; black or cream?" "Cream if you have it....or creamer," I said. "I've got creamer, or fresh cream, if you wanta wait till I work it up," he said as he ran his hand lewdly over the front of his shorts. His gesture gave me a breathless pause. "Sure, I can wait," I said, holding my cup out to him. "Wanta help me work it up?" he asked, still groping his shorts. I set the cup on the counter. "First, I think we oughta take care of this sweat," I said as I leaned in and kissed his chest. He moaned softly and I murmured my satisfaction as well. "Fresh Marine sweat is a terrible thing to waste," I said as I began licking all over his chest. "Fuck, yeah. I never knew sweat could give me a hardon," he said as he clasped his hand around the back of my head. "I suspect breathing can give you a hardon," I said. I worked my way back and forth across his chest and down his armor-plate abs, following the fine treasure trail down to the waistband of his shorts. I tugged on them and pulled them down till his cock swung free and smacked me in the face. He laughed. I pulled his shorts all the way down and took them off and tossed them aside, leaving him in his sneakers. I was glad he wasn't wearing a jock. I nuzzled my face in his crotch, in under his balls, to lick off the salty taste there. His cock lay heavily against my face and I could feel it pulsating and growing. He took hold of it and smacked my face. I reared back on my haunches to admire it and he held it out across his palm for me to take it. "Turn around," I said. "Why?" "I wanta eat your ass." "Fuck, you are full of surprises," he said as he turned around and bent over the counter with his feet set wide apart. I dove into his ass, licking up and down the hairy crack and he reached back to pull his butt muscles apart for me. "Fuuucckk, Beautiful," I murmured as I buried my face in his ass. I licked the salty musk as he bore his butt back against my face. I felt his hole clenching and tongued it as hard as I could. He cried out, "Fuck! I never had anybody do this before!" I pulled his hole open and drove my tongue through. He stifled his outcry with his forearm. I paused at the idea of taking it to the next level but he was soon thrashing his butt around and I decided to try it. I pushed a thumb against his hole. Surprisingly, he pushed back; I figured without realizing what he was doing. I pushed a little hard and with my spit and his sweat as lube, it slipped right in. "Awwwwhhhh!" he cried out, tossing his head back, and he reached back and took hold of my wrist. He had a grip like a vise but I resisted and frantically searched for his prostate. I found it just in time; he was pulling on my hand but quickly let go. "Ohhhh, Goddddd!" he cried as I began massaging his love nut. I wasn't easy on him; I didn't want to give him a chance to come to his senses and stop me. He didn't, and I didn't stop. I reached through his legs and pulled his cock back so I could suck it while I fingered him. His legs began to shake, then he went a little nuts. He reached back and clasped his big hand around my neck, so hard it hurt a little. "You wanted cream in your coffee, you'd better grab your cup," he said. I tried but my cup was out of reach. He handed it back to me. I had to abandon his ass to hold the cup but he took over for me there. He shoved several fingers in his ass as far as he could reach. I didn't really give a shit about the coffee at this point but I wasn't going to let him know that. I sucked on his cock while I held the cup at the ready. "It's coming," he croaked huskily. I kept sucking till the last second then I held the cup to the head of his cock just in time to catch the first spurt of thick semen. The stuff shot into the black liquid like fresh, thick cream, creating a little whirlpool, followed by another, and another. I was afraid he would cause the cup to overflow and I quickly took his cock in my mouth to finish him off. Godd, he tasted so good! When he was finished he straightened and turned around, rather clumsily, resting his butt against the counter. His big cock lolled out beautifully. My hand trembled holding the cup. "You gonna drink that coffee?" he asked. "Absolutely." I had no idea what coffee laced with cum would taste like but I was going to find out. I brought the cup up with both hands and sipped the coffee, and discovered that his cum had not completely dissolved in the now-warm liquid. I didn't care; I was getting the wonderful taste of him in the globules of cum as I sipped the coffee. "You are one crazy dude," he said. "I expect you have that effect on a lot of people, you just don't know it," I said. Then he threw me a curve. "I've been meaning to ask you; do you fuck?" "Do you want to fuck me?" "I would like to see what it's like to fuck a guy's ass," he said. "Then I fuck," I said. But it didn't happen right then. That's another story........ The End for now UA This is a true life experience. **037 - The Marines and the Boy from Arby's The Marines and the Boy from Arby's I have not written all of the times with the Marines and me; it would be repetitive and boring. But this I needed to write about. Jason and Josh both expressed a keen interest in meeting the boy I met in the restroom at Arby's. His name is William; he goes by Will. (The other Marine, Brad, hasn't met him yet. Ironically, two of the Marines are Jason and Brad, same as the two main characters in my story, A Marine Called Jason. The real life Brad is straight by his own definition, is still engaged to be married, I don't think that's going anywhere, the stupid bitch, but has discovered that he likes sex with guys. With, by, for and to guys). Jason is gay. So is Josh, the last Marine I met. The three of us have been together and Jason and Josh have been together by themselves. When I had sex with Will I mentioned the Marines and he jumped on it that he wanted to meet them. I mentioned Will to Jason and Josh one time and their eyes lit up too. I reminded them that he was only sixteen. They said they didn't care if he didn't. So this is that story. I picked Will up from work at Arby's. He was "staying over with a friend," that's what he told his parents. His friend was covering for him. When we arrived at Jason's apartment Josh was already there. Big smiles when we walked in. Will had sort of a "oh, my God" look on his face. Josh and Jason were standing in the kitchen drinking beer. Jason was in his boxers and socks. Josh had on jeans and a blue T-shirt stretched over his muscular upper body; he was barefoot. Right after I introduced them Josh got a beer for Will, popped it and handed it to him. I told him, "Just a couple of sips. You're not getting drunk. And neither are you guys," I told the two Marines. Josh said smartly, "Yes, sir!" and dumped the rest of his beer in the sink. It wasn't a big loss, there wasn't much left of it. I told him, "Don't be so fuckin' dramatic," but he had already turned his attention to Will. I got myself a beer. Josh went up to Will and put his big hands on the boys slim waist, tugged at his T-shirt then pulled it up, and Will lifted his arms for him to take it off of him. "Nice," he said as he smoothed his hands all over the boy's bare upper body. I could tell Will was nervous as hell; I didn't think he expected such quick action and I didn't think he fully grasped what it would be like with two grown, very big and muscular men. Jason came up behind him and put his arms around him to rub up and down his stomach and across his chest. "Very nice." Both Marines were pressing themselves hard against him. When Jason tugged at Josh's T-shirt, Will took over and pulled it up and off of him. I was standing back, slowly taking off my clothes. I didn't know if I would be get in on it but right then it was all about the three of them sort of a get acquainted ritual. And frankly, I would be happy just to watch. Josh undid Will's jeans and he and Jason shoved them down. Oddly, Jason held onto the boy's shorts, while Josh dropped down to take the jeans off, along with his sneakers. He caressed and squeezed the boy's legs on the way back up, while Jason was squeezing his butt. I heard Jason say, "The bathroom's in there if you need it." I wasn't sure how that was going to work out but Will picked up on it and headed for the bathroom. I knew both of the guys always kept the necessary stuff in their bathrooms; I'd clued them in to do that. "Holy Shit, he's a hottie!" Jason said. "Yeah, fuck, did you see that tight little bubble butt! Man, I can't wait to plug that. You did say he likes to get fucked, right?" he asked me. I nodded, smiling, sipping my beer. I was down to my briefs. Jason came over and started mauling the pouch. Josh joined him in back, squeezing my butt. "Maybe I could plug this while I'm waiting on junior," he said. "Naw, save it for him," I said, but Jason was on his knees, pulling my shorts down to suck my cock. I wondered if he was setting the pace, if he and I would have sex while Josh and Will did. Didn't matter, I knew there was going to be a lot of sex, all mixed up. Will came out of the bathroom, still with his shorts on, trying to look nonchalant. He came out smelling mighty good, too. Josh took his arm and pulled him in tight, one big arm around his back, his other hand tugging at his shorts. "You should've left your shorts in the bathroom," he told him as he kissed him. It was a hard kiss and I heard Will utter a weak whimpering moan, like he was overwhelmed. Meanwhile Jason had abandoned my cock to take Will's shorts off of him. He stayed down there and began kissing the boy's butt. When Josh broke the kiss he glanced at me with a big smile of appreciation. Will was being the used boy at first but now he started getting into it, feeling Josh's body all over. He let out a little gasp and "Oh my lord!" when he felt the front of his jeans. Then, "Why are the rest of us naked and you're not?" Josh laughed and undid his belt then held his hands out in a helpless gesture, inviting Will to take them off of him. Which he did, almost ceremoniously. When the guy was standing in his shorts, Will seemed in no hurry to take them off. He used both hands on the heavy bulge then added his mouth to it. Josh put a hand on the back of the boy's head and smashed his face into the pouch. Will moaned softly. Meanwhile, Jason was on his back with Will's ass spread out on his face. Jason was a big ass man but I knew he was getting the boy ready to be fucked. Rather UN-ceremoniously, Josh pulled his briefs down, letting his cock swing out free. It hit Will in the face before he could grab hold of it. "Godd, this is huge!" as he wrapped both hands around it. "Think you can take it?" Josh asked. "I'm sure as hell going to try," he replied bravely. He nuzzled his face in his crotch to lick his balls while he squirmed around on Jason's face. Josh's big cock laid out over his face precut oozing out in his hair. Will worked his balls over good then went for his cock. I loved how he opened his mouth so wide to take it. "I hope I can do this justice," he said just before taking it in his mouth. He did, I could tell from Josh's face. "Ohh, Shit, boy, you sure know how to sock cock!!" Josh gasped. I could almost see Will's eagerness pump up at the remark. Josh had to back him off a couple of times to keep from cumming too soon. I was stroking my cock, satisfied to be enjoying the show. Will looked so sexy with his face penetrated by the thick Marine cock and he was giving it his very best. "Why don't you jump in here," Josh said to me. "I'm fine, I'm enjoying the show," I said. Will got off of Josh's cock, slurping all over it, whimpering and groaning from the rimming Jason was giving him. He looked up at Josh. "Am I doing okay?" "Actually, you could use a little more practice with the tongue. And you haven't deep throated me yet." "I don't know if I can do that," Will said as he went back to sucking him. After a minute he got off again. "But I pretty sure I can take you in my ass if you want to fuck me." I thought it was a ruse because the boy had done a pretty good job taking me and mine was the biggest cock in the room. Josh asked, "How about it, Jason, you got him ready? He wants to get fucked." "Give me a couple more minutes," Jason replied, his voice muffled in the boy's ass. I laughed. Jason just couldn't give it up. Josh didn't wait long. He brought Will to his feet, taking him away from Jason, and turned him around and bent him over. He spat on his cock and set the head firmly against the boy's tiny hold. I thought, Fuck, this is gonna hurt; he should be using real lube. Josh clasped his big hands around Will's hips and his butt muscles clenched. "Take it easy, please," Will said. "I'll take it any way I can get it." And he pushed through. I had moved around where I could see the boy's tiny hole stretching around the huge fuck meat. Will clasped his mouth around the hell of his thumb to stifle his outcry. Josh put his hand on his back and pushed him down lower over Jason and told him, "Get down there and put that in your mouth." Will leaned way over to take Jason's cock in his mouth as he was completely impaled on Josh's big cock. Jason pushed himself up to suck on Will's balls. Josh started fucking him. He nodded to me. I was ready to get in on the action. I moved around Josh and started playing with his butt. He turned his head so we could kiss. "Go ahead, give it to me," he whispered hoarsely. I was surprised when I felt his hole and found it already slick. I didn't know when he'd done that, and wondered why he hadn't used lube on the boy. I used some spit on my cock and aimed it between his buns. He didn't tell me to take it easy please. He never did that. It took a minute for him to him to penetrate the boy. I could relate, I knew how tight he was and how thick his cock was. Arby was a cute kid and well put together, with not a hint that he was gay, but he loved being fucked and when he was being mounted by someone like Brad he turned into a flaming faggot. "Godd, you're big," he gasped as Brad pushed through his hole. "You wanted it, I'm not going to pull out or stop," Brad said. "No, don't, I do want it. I want you to fill me with your cock." "I'm gonna do that." It took another minute or so for Brad to push all the way in. "Ohh, Geezuss, how deep are you going?" Arby whined. "As deep as my cock takes me." "Fuck, I think you hit my lungs." "If I did it's going to be in your throat, `cause I'm only half way in," Brad said. He looked at me eyes wet with lust. "When can I yell rape?" "Better suck it up," I said. "He's going to fuck your brains out." I thought part of it was put on---his slut act; I'd fucked him and he took me just fine. But Brad was as thick as I was and his cock was like an iron bar, whereas mine always had a little give. "I can't wait." "Hell, let's just do it," Brad said as he gave a hard shove and buried his cock to the hilt. His big hand over Arby's mouth muffled the boy's outcry. I saw his eyes roll back in his head just before he closed them and swallowed his scream. Brad held still for a moment before he moved his hand. At the same time he eased back on his hips. His thick cock glistened with lube, all the way to the head that Arby asshole clung to. Then he started fucking him. After the first few strokes Brad laid a pillow over his face to cut down on the noise. When he kept pulling it aside to breathe Brad came up with another idea. "Hey, buddy, put something I his mouth to keep him quiet." They were crossways on the bed and Jason was quick to straddle Arby's head and feed him his cock. Arby was happy, he was getting it from both ends. Brad looked pretty happy too. At one point he looked at me. "You can climb on back there if you want." "I was hoping you would say that." "Since when do you have to be asked?" he said. I got the lube and lubed up his ass between thrusts. I wanted to eat it first but it's hard to rim a guy who has his ass thrusting and flexing the way Brad's was. I assumed the position and he paused for me to make the connection. Unlike Arby, Brad didn't have the flaming faggot gene. He liked being fucked but he took it like the man he was. He liked it hard and rough. I didn't have to give it to him. Positioned between me and Arby, he could give and take it at the same time. I simply furnished the tool; he did all the work while I admired his awesome ass in action. `Are you going to cum in me?" Arby asked. "Damn right. Either in your ass or in your mouth and you've already got a cock in your mouth so I guess it'll be in your ass." He looked up at Jason then and asked, "Are you going to cum in my mouth? "Yeah, I was planning on it," Jason replied. "Try to do it at the same time then so it'll make me cum," Arby said. "How're you doing back there?" Brad asked over his shoulder. "How's it feel like I'm doing? Hey, I'm just along for the ride." "Ohh, fuck, I keep forgetting how big you are." "Ride back on it," Brad told him. Arby was going nuts. His head hung over the edge of the mattress, offering his throat to be abused by Jason's cock. He had both hands clamped around his butt. The rest of his body was a writhing mass, his tight muscle rippling. Jason cock muffled his groans as he thrust himself up hard onto Brad's cock. Brad was enjoying riding my cock as much as fucking Arbys ass. "I have a favor to ask," Arby said to Brad. "What?" "When you get close, could you pull out and let Pete fuck me off and you and Jason shoot your loads in my mouth and on my face." Brad looked a Jason. "You up for that?" "Yeah, I was gonna cum in his mouth anyway," Brad said. "I can get you off without fucking you," I offered, knowing Brad loved getting my load in his ass. Nobody waited for an explanation but followed my lead in maneuvering into a different position. Brad pulled out and moved to the edge of the bed where Arby could suck both of their cocks. I knelt behind him and played with his ass again. Arby was squirming and still thrashing his butt around, his ass hungry for cock. I brought his left leg up and Brad took hold of his ankle while I shoved three fingers in his open hole. I found his prostate and went to work on it. He groaned like a bear around Brad's cock and thrashed his ass around on my hand. "Ohhh, getting head and getting fucked at the same time is awesome." Suddenly without any warning, Arby shot off. His hips lurched and his asshole tightened around my fingers as he spewed ropes of cum all across his chest and up on his face. Some splattered on Jason's lower abs and ran down into his hair. He swiped it up and fed it to Arby. `Don't stop fucking me, man," Brad moaned as he drove hard back onto my cock. "I am so close, I'm gonna explode if it don't cum." I pulled out and drove four fingers in his gaping ass. I connected instantly with his love nut. "Ohh Yesss! Godd, man, you're raping me with your hand," he groaned. "Tell me when you're close." "I've been close. Godd, I wanta cum so fuckin' bad," he whimpered. I gouged him harder and managed to squeeze his prostate. "Oh Godd! Oh Godd, yess, do it! Oh fuck, you're making me cum! Give me your cock! Fuck me!" I quickly shoved my cock back in him and rammed him hard. "Yeah, fuck me hard!" I felt his ass tighten around my cock. I felt my own prostate start to flutter then palpitated like a hard thumping reminding me I was still in the action. A few strokes more and I was spurting hard deep in Brad's ass. He moaned that he felt me cumming. "Oh fuck, yeah, cum baby cum! Ohh, that feels so good, pumping me full of cum!" I filled him so it was squishing out around y cock. Arby was gasping for air, his tight stomach rippling with his breathing and heartbeat. With my cock still inside him Brad leaned to the side and began licking Arby's cum off his chest and some of Jason's and his own. "Fuck, man, only thing better than getting your ass pumped full of cum is eating fresh boy cum." Then, "Damn, fucker, don't you ever go down?" as he took Arby's hard cock in his mouth. "Sometimes I don't when it's so good." Jason asked him, "You wanta fuck me and make it go down?" "Hell yes, if you'll let me." "Not let you, I want you to." Brad and I laid back and watched young Arby fuck Jason's like a long winded pony till they both went off again. Brad was quick to lick up Jason's cum off his chest and while I scooted down to suck Arby's cock right out of Jason's ass. I cleaned his cock then buried my face in Jason's butt to lick and tongue the boy's cum out of his ass as much as I could. Arby thought we were finished till Jason got us all a beer and said we could rest up for round two. I declined the beer and said I had to get home. I left Arby in the good and capable hands of the two marines. Arby told me later the two men fucked him a new asshole. Literally, they double fucked him. They tried to arrange another time with me but I told them they didn't need me and the three have been together several times since then. Arby rides his bike to a certain place where Brad picks him up, tosses his bike in the back of his truck and takes him to Jason's apart. He also sometimes rides his bike all the way there by himself. Arby is an admitted slut and happy in his skin. And the marines are just as happy about that. The End