Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2021 07:49:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mac Gargan <garogora@aol.com>
Subject: "The Marine From Sin City" Part Four "Gay/Military"

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I had a few big life changes after my nineteenth birthday. For one thing, I
finally got my driver's license. It felt like a huge difference, although I
still didn't have a car of my own. I drove Adam's car for the test. It was
all the reason I needed to start saving money for a car, though.

The second big difference was that I found myself in a relationship... just
not my own.

I had gotten the balls to post a Craigslist personal ad of my own saying
that I was a military guy looking for fun, friends, or more. I got a
response from a guy named Danny who was interested. We exchanged face
pictures. Danny was a cute, 24-year-old civilian guy who lived near in
town. We actually chatted for a few days. I liked him, but I wasn't sure
where things could go with him being a civilian and me not having the means
to leave base. Danny brought up Disneyland. When I told him I'd never been,
he was excited about the prospect of taking me and showing me the
sights. He sent me a veritable deluge of photos. I noticed that most of
them seemed to be of him and a tall, lean redhead with a high-and-tight.

"Who's the hot ginger? ;)" I responded playfully when I got a change to
look through the photos on a break from work.

He messaged back, "lol that's my boyfriend, Noah."

I didn't know what to say to that, so for a couple hours I just didn't
respond to him. By the time I left for lunch, he messaged me, "Sorry, I
thought I had told you about him before. He's a Marine too. We're
interested in finding a third to be in a relationship with us."

That idea intrigued me. I knew the word "polyamory", but the closest thing
I had experienced to it in real life was Terry and Sasha's
relationship. They were both extremely sexual people, and neither was ever
fully satisfied with the other. As I thought of them, I wondered idly if
Terry had ever told Sasha that he and I had fucked. From what he had told
me about Sasha, she'd be jealous not to have had the opportunity to watch,
much less join in.

I flipped back through the photos Danny had sent me. I did like the look of
Noah as much as Danny. If I met either while they were single, I wouldn't
hesitate to go for it. I thought about it while I walked to get lunch from
the flight line's chow hall, which was much nearer to work than the main
chow hall. I stepped in line behind a tall sergeant and waited in the
queue.

Eventually, I noticed that the sergeant had turned to get a quick glance at
me before looking away just as quickly. He pulled out his phone, tapped,
swiped, looked at something. He put his phone away and turned to get a
good, long look at me.

So, don't think I'm an idiot for not recognizing right away that he was
Noah. I couldn't even tell he was a redhead, because we were outside and
wearing covers - his high-and-tight was high enough that his cover
completely obscured his hair from view. It being February, we were wearing
woodland cammies with sleeves down, so I couldn't even tell his hair color
from his arms. It was only when I was able to look him fully in the face
that it dawned on me who he was. It struck me a moment later that he
recognized me from my photos as well.

"Hi there, Lance Corporal Foreman," he said with a smile. "I haven't seen
you at the flight line chow hall before. You're new to the fleet, right?"

I glanced at the nametapes on his cammies. His last name was
Ferguson. "Yes, Sergeant. Been here a few months now."

We made it inside the door when the line moved forward, so we uncovered and
I got a look at his red hair. When the line stopped moving, he said,
"Always glad to show a new guy the sights. Are you familiar with San
Diego?"

"Only from boot camp, Sergeant. And I've seen the Gaslamp and Seaworld."

He chuckled. "Well, you don't look old enough to have really gotten a
chance to enjoy it, but no harm in knowing where the good places are when
you do turn twenty-one."

We moved forward again and the chow hall employee took Noah's order, then
mine. We put our conversation on hold until we were outside. When the exit
door closed behind us, he said, "You should come over tonight."

"I don't have a car, Sergeant," I told him, a bit embarrassed.

"No worries," he said with a casual shrug. "I'll drive you."

It was a Friday. I had passed field day. There was no reason I couldn't
go. "Sure," I said. "Sounds great."

We exchanged phone numbers and I went back to work relieve Sanford and eat
my lunch while I answered any phone calls that might come. I also took
advantage of the time alone to pull out my phone and email Danny back,
letting him know that I had met Noah at the chow hall and that he had
invited me over that night.

The end of the day came early, since it was the last Friday before a long
weekend. Sergeant Jackson let me drive his car back to the barracks. Once
in my room, I showered and put on a tight shirt that flattered my arms,
shoulders, and chest and jeans that hugged and accentuated my assets, both
in the front and the rear. Adam had helped me choose the pants on a trip to
a local mall a few weeks previously.

I texted Noah to let him know I was in the barracks (including the building
number so he'd know where to park) and free to go whenever he was
ready. Within twenty minutes, he responded, "Be there in 5." I quickly
packed a small overnight bag - fresh boxers, shirt, socks, and a travel
toothbrush. Nothing I'd miss if I left anything behind.

I was a bit nervous when I hopped into his car. We chatted, but the first
time I referred to him as "Sergeant", he said, "Come on, man, it's
Noah. I'm not gonna make you call me Sergeant all night."

We chatted about video games we played, movies we watched, books we
read. We didn't have a ton in common, tastewise, but neither did we carry
especial dislike for each other's preferences. In time, we arrived at his
home. Danny rushed out to greet us and invite me in.

Noah went straight to the bedroom to have a quick shower and change. Danny
kept me company during that time. He had clearly showered beforehand. He
smelled nice. His deodorant had a woodsy scent to it. He flirted
shamelessly. I was a bit nervous about him pushing the envelope with Noah a
room away.

When Noah came back out, Danny suggested playing a board game. I think his
intent was to calm my nerves, which would have been better solved by moving
things straight into the bedroom. In any case, he pulled out Monopoly.

The three of us playing together took me out of my nerves, at least. I was
all smiles and charm, but I showed no mercy in the game, buying up
properties and trying to get someone out as quickly as possible so we'd
have a reason to end it early if someone got bored. Noah was drinking and
ended up being the first out, although he stayed at the table to see how
things went. Within fifteen minutes or so, Danny realized I was too far
ahead for him to have a hope of doing more than dragging out the game and
conceded it gracefully. We chatted throughout, and the tension returned,
although this time in the form of sexual tension.

Danny had also planned to play a movie if I was still nervous. He put it on
and lowered the lights. I didn't pay a lot of attention to the movie. Noah
and I sat on either side of Danny and moved closer to him as the movie went
on. It was no more than 20 minutes in that Danny put his hand on my thigh
and our game of pretending to pay attention to the movie fell apart. I
looked over and realized that Noah's gym shorts were doing nothing to hide
his erection. Danny seemed to be sporting a half-chub, too. I looked from
the their bulges to Danny's face. He made eye contact with me and then
leaned in for a kiss. When we broke apart, he turned to kiss Noah as
well. It was exciting to watch them together.

Then Noah stood up, walked over to me, and pulled me to my feet before
leaning down to kiss me as well. His breath tasted faintly of
whiskey. Danny walked toward the bedroom as we came free of each other,
looking back over his shoulder at us suggestively.

I followed, with Noah close behind. Once we were inside, Danny turned and
started kissing me on the mouth, while Noah kissed the back of my neck and
slipped his fingers under the hem of my shirt to pull it up. Danny broke
the kiss so they could get the shirt over my head. I pulled Danny's off
before starting another kiss. He was bigger than me, but still in pretty
good shape. Behind me, the sensation of Noah's hairy chest against my
shoulderblades told me he had removed his own shirt.

Noah gripped my chest and ran his rough fingers down my abs while Danny and
I continued making out. His fingers found their way to my belt and undid it
with a quick, fluid motion. Danny then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them
down. I stepped out of them, then started kissing my way down Danny's jaw,
his neck, his chest. When I got down to his abdomen, I knelt before
unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off. Noah stepped up next to him,
still in just his gym shorts. I pulled those off and got a mouthful of his
cock. He was smaller than me, shorter and less girthy. His dick was cut,
his pubes, red and trimmed. I made eye contact and swallowed him to the
base. He smiled at that.

I pulled off and turned over to Danny, who was pulling down his own
briefs. His cock was a bit thicker than mine, but about the same
length. Unlike most Latino guys I had hooked up with, Danny was also
circumcised. I throated him as well, making eye contact. Noah loudly
whispered, "Fuck."

Danny started thrusting, fucking my throat. "Mmm, he's not green at all, is
he? You know what you're doing."

I deepthroated him, held him in, and winked. Danny laughed at that. "Okay,
you know what you're doing and you love doing it. Even better." He put a
hand under my bicep to pull me up. "How do you like getting sucked?"

He dropped to his knees and started sucking avidly. I ran my fingers
through his hair, holding his head but not guiding it. Noah stepped in
close, so I used my right hand to grab his ass and pull him close. He bent
down for a kiss. Danny turned his head to suck Noah briefly, but then he
caught sight of how much precum I was leaking. "Damn, that's a lot," he
whispered before devoting his full attention back to me. Noah began to move
toward the bed, so I followed him. He lay down, so I found a position that
let me suck his cock. Danny continued sucking mine.

I got so into it that I didn't even notice Danny stop sucking my cock. Noah
rolled over so that he was straddling me and held my head so that he could
thrust into my mouth. Before I had any idea of what was happening, Danny
straddled me as well, lowering himself on my dick.

He was warm, and wet, and tight. He squeezed as he went down and relaxed as
he came back up. He knew how to use a man to take his own pleasure. I let
him go at his own rhythm, though I did push up with my hips each time flesh
settled on flesh.

When Noah realized Danny had found himself a seat, he turned around to
enjoy the show. I don't know if he expected it, but I wrapped my arms
around his fuzzy thighs, covered in hair that was more blond than red, and
pulled him close so I could eat his ass. His cheeks were dusted with the
same blond hair, though the hair on his calves was red. He made a surprised
yelp when I buried my stubbled cheeks between his fuzzy ones, but he made
no effort to change the situation. Danny started kissing him.

It wasn't long before Danny stood, then collapsed onto the bed next to
me. Noah moved into position, lifting Danny's legs and immediately
inserting himself where my longer, thicker cock had been moments before. I
watched, then noticed the bottle of lube Danny had used to lube himself up
before riding my dick. I moved off the bed to grab the bottle then put some
on my hand. I made sure to get the index finger coated in lube, then moved
behind Noah. I started rubbing outside his hole with it. He gave a
shuddering moan. I felt his sphincter, already moistened by my tongue,
pulling at the lubricated finger when I held it there.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Yeah," Noah grunted, fucking away furiously. I applied a little more lube,
then positioned my finger on his hole directly, smearing the lube onto it
as he fucked Danny. On the third thrust, I put my finger in a position that
by pulling out of Danny, he was bringing my finger deeper into himself. He
gasped at first.

Danny looked around Noah's lean, lanky body at me. "Noah's a top," he
warned me.

"It's cool," Noah said. "Keep going." He thrust back into Danny, then
retreated, pulling my finger into him. I pushed it forward a bit as he
continued thrusting, so that he was a little deeper each time. When he was
easily taking my finger all the way to the second knuckle, I let him ease
off of it as he kept fucking, then placed two lubricated fingers at the
hole.

I didn't spend as much time fingering him as I had Connor, the virgin
airman I had fucked before New Year's. Whether he had some experience
getting fucked or was just loosened up by the whiskey he had been drinking,
he was able to the take the second finger without much fuss. When it seemed
not to cause him discomfort anymore, I asked, "You want me to fuck that
ass?" while lubricating myself with more than just my amply-flowing precum.

He nodded wordlessly, still fucking Danny.

I lined myself up with him and let his thrusting motions do the rest. I
kissed his shoulderblades (his neck was a bit beyond my reach) and I could
hear Danny whispering and moaning his encouragement. While Noah struggled
with it at first, once he got it all the way in, he was back to fucking
like a champ. I largely stayed still, only pressing into him as he pushed
all the way back, ensuring that I was fucking him deeper, but also fucking
him deeper into Danny.

Noah came in Danny's ass with my dick in his ass, squeezing the sensation
out of me for a moment. As soon as he went soft, Danny got up onto his
knees and pulled Noah down to facefuck him while I took over a slower
fucking rhythm than Noah had used on Danny. As I've mentioned before, it's
easier for me to cum while taking things slowly than by jackhammering a
guy. I fuck hard and fast when I want to last. I wanted to cum before Danny
did so I could suck it out of him. After all, Danny got Noah's load and
Noah was getting mine. I wanted Danny's.

I asked, "You want me to cum in that ass?" when I was a few thrusts
away. Noah said, "Uhhh..." while Danny gave a more decisive, "Fuck yes,
fill his ass up." I obliged, grunting as the orgasm wracked my body.

I was still hard and not yet so sensitive that I had to stop, so I stayed
in Noah and kept fucking him as long as I could. Danny stood on the bed and
moved toward me. I thrust deep into Noah's ass and started sucking Danny's
cock in earnest. By the time I felt myself starting to go soft in Noah's
ass, Danny moaned, "I'm gonna cum, Ryan. I'm gonna cum!" I grabbed his ass
and pulled him in close, letting the first shot of his cum go straight down
my throat. I pulled off a bit so I could properly taste the rest before
swallowing. It was thick, sweet, and a bit salty, with an aftertaste that
was faintly reminiscent of the way bleach smells.

Noah's ass squeezed my dick out. From there, Danny and I collapsed onto the
bed next to Noah.

Noah was the first to make his way back to the shower. Danny followed, then
gestured for me.

The shower wasn't as big as Terry and Sasha's but it fit three in-shape
guys with little trouble. I supposed there would have been some trouble if
the guys weren't happy about being in physical contact the whole time.

After washing off the lube and cum, we made our way back to the bed. It was
near 2300.

I reached for my pants, then dug for my phone. I had two missed calls, a
voicemail, and a few missed texts, all from Adam.

I said, "I have to check this. One sec." I went out into the living room
naked, then opened up voicemail, since the timestamp on it said that it was
after the first missed call, but before the second and the texts.

Adam's voice filled my ear. "Hey, knocked on your door but you're not
answering. You go somewhere without me? Anyway, I'm going to a party
tomorrow night, wanted to invite you. Lemme know. Bye."

The second missed call was from two hours later. The texts were from after
that. "Hey, where are you?" "Starting to worry something's wrong." "Let me
know if you're okay. If I don't hear from you by midnight, I'm gonna have
to tell SSgt I couldn't get ahold of you."

I typed back, "Sorry, Sgt. I'm with friends. Phone was still on silent from
work. I'm spending the night off base, but I'll be back in the AM." I sent
the message, then followed it up with, "I'm down for that party if the
invite still stands."

I made my way back into the bedroom. My phone buzzed. I checked the
message. "Cool, thanks for letting me know. Was worried for a sec." I
smiled at it, then another text came in. "Sweet, I'll let you know tomorrow
when we're gonna head over."

I opened up the camera on my phone, then took a quick selfie, flashing a
tired smile. The only light in the room was from Danny's bedside lamp, so
it wasn't especially bright. The dark hair over my chest and abs didn't
help brighten things up. I cropped the bottom so that it was obvious I was
naked, but so that no more than a hint of my dark pubes were visible at the
bottom edge.

I sent, "Good night", followed by the picture a moment later, then put my
phone back in my pants pocket and crawled into bed next to Danny.

We all swapped head again in the morning, and I got to swallow both of
their loads this time, while Danny proved that his skill in giving head
wasn't far behind his skill as a bottom. After Danny made a quick
breakfast, I let them know I had some stuff to take care of on base, so
Noah drove me back to the barracks.

I let Adam know when I was back in my room. He hadn't responded to the
picture I had sent the night before. He did knock on my door within a few
minutes. I was getting ready to do some laundry, but let him in.

He was in a cheerful mood, filling me in on the details of the party we
would be attending that night. It would be at the home of his friend Zeke,
the one he spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with. Zeke was celebrating his
recent divorce. There would be conversation, drinks, board games, food,
women. Adam looked at me peculiarly when he mentioned women.

I casually stuck a hand under my shirt and scratched an itch just under one
of my pecs, which had the effect of exposing a good portion of my
abdomen. Adam's eyes darted down for a look, then came back up. I answered,
"I might be full up on the last one already," while flashing the same tired
smile from the night before.

He chuckled and said, "Fair enough. Stick to conversation, then."

We played video games between loads of laundry and I periodically texted
Danny and Noah to say that I had a great time the night before and would
love to come back again soon. They both wholeheartedly agreed with that
sentiment.

When we (Adam, Sanford, and I) arrived at Zeke's house a few hours later, I
noticed that Adam wasn't kidding about there being women there. There were
at least fifty people in attendance, with at least five women for every
three men. Zeke apparently had a type, as they were all somewhere in the
nerd-to-goth range, petite, pretty, dark-haired, and white. Four of them
latched onto Sanford and I as Adam introduced us. They asked questions
about our backgrounds prior to the military. Apparently, Sanford was from a
town in Florida no more than an hour away from one of the places I had
lived years before.

Eventually, the discussion turned to whether we were single. Sanford was
happy to announce that he was. I sheepishly told them I was seeing
someone. Sanford pulled a confused and surprised expression and asked me,
"Since when?!"

"Since last night," I said, reddening a bit.

He closed one eye in a long, slow wink and shot finger guns at me. "Ahhh,
that's why you weren't in the bricks last night."

One of the girls, Marissa, seemed disappointed that I wasn't available, but
the rest seemed cool with it. I supposed they were as interested in
platonic male friends as in romantic pursuits, or perhaps they knew that as
a Marine, I was as likely to be single again within a month as I was to
propose within the same time frame. That Marissa was so disappointed told
me she was looking for something more immediate and short-term than
romance.

As a gay teenager and young man, I'd always been more distant than open but
also had a lot of practice at faking openness and friendliness. I found
that while my openness was, as usual, an act, I did actually enjoy the
conversation and party atmosphere.

Adam eventually made his way back around and introduced us to Zeke. Where
Adam was short, Zeke was tall. He even made Sanford look short by
comparison, and Sanford was just over six feet. Zeke had to be around
6'7". Otherwise, he was similar enough to Adam that they could pass as
brothers. Their hair was in similar shades of dirty blond. Zeke had the
same blue-green eye color, the same lean-to-muscular build (though,
admittedly, a bit of a beer belly). Zeke seemed only to lack Adam's
inviting lips. He was also pretty smashed, and despite having only been out
of our sight for about 15 minutes, Adam was well on his way to catching up.

Adam did get drunk enough that I took his car keys as a precaution, but I
didn't drive us home that night. Zeke insisted on us spending the night,
since a handful of partygoers would be. The bedrooms were taken, so Zeke
brought out blankets and pillows so Sanford, Adam, and I could split the
two couches. After Zeke and three ladies went to occupy his bedroom for the
night, Adam elected to take the floor, since he was the drunkest and felt
like he could sleep anywhere. Sure enough, he was snoring within minutes of
lying down.

Sanford was pretty drunk, too, and dropped off pretty quickly. I texted
Danny for a bit before going to sleep myself.

I woke up to the sound of movement nearby. Over a year in the Marine Corps
had conditioned me to be instantly alert when woken, but rather than making
any sudden movements, I opened my eyes and took stock of the situation. It
took me a moment to remember that I was at Zeke's place. I was on my side,
back against the back of the couch, with one of my hands dangling over the
egde of the couch. Sanford was on the other couch. Adam was sprawled out on
the floor, asleep, drooling, one of his arms stretched out in the direction
of my couch.

Marissa was bent over him, fully naked, noisily sucking his cock. His jeans
were unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down below his ass. He wasn't wearing
any kind of underwear. Despite his smaller stature, Adam was better hung
than I was. He wasn't even fully hard, but his length matched mine at full
mast, with a comparable girth. He was cut, with a prominent head and veins
noticeable even in the minimal ambient light from the kitchen. I watched
closely. Marissa had some room for improvement on her technique. A huge
part of me was tempted to slide off the bed and whisper, "Do it like this,"
before taking over cocksucking duty. The only thing that stopped me was the
thin line of drool down Adam's face that told me he had absolutely no idea
Marissa was going to town on his dick and herself, fingers busy between her
legs.

It didn't take a genius to realize she was trying to get him hard so she
could mount him. He was still partially soft when she decided she had put
in enough effort. She started to move into position to penetrate herself on
his thick cock.

"The fuck are you doing?" My voice came out in a harsh whisper that carried
through the room. Marissa leaped off of Adam, turning to me. I sat up. Adam
made absolutely no response, his heavy cock slapping his abdomen loudly as
she released it. She gaped at me, then fled the room. I knelt on the floor
and grabbed the waistband of Adam's jeans, pulling them up over his ass by
lifting him a bit as I pulled. I touched his softening cock so I could tuck
it down along his leg before zipping up his jeans, but the instant my hand
made contact, he immediately chubbed up. I withdrew my fingers, but he was
already fully hard. I stared at it. Marissa's messy attempts at getting him
hard and wet enough to penetrate her had largely failed, but brief,
non-sexual contact from me got him fully hard in the space of a moment?

I stared at his dick. A little bead of precum glistened at the slit. I
wanted to bend down and taste it so bad. He was definitely bigger than I
was. I could compare them. I was hard, too. After a long moment of internal
debate, though, he started softening again. I waited until he was fully
soft this time, then quickly pushed his cock under the fabric of his
jeans. I placed my hand over the dense, but trimmed patch of dark blond
pubes so I could zip him up without getting anything caught in the
zipper. Adam moaned as I pulled my hand out from his jeans, the sound he
had made since I woke. Sure enough, he was rock hard again. I did the
button on his jeans while trying hard not to move or touch him, then pulled
the blanket he had kicked off all the way up to his chin. I watched him
like that for a moment.

When I finally lay back down on the couch, he muttered a slurred
comment. "C'mon, Ryan. Keep goin'. Jus' getta tas' of it."

He was obviously asleep, but the bulge of the blanket below his waist told
me something down there wasn't sleeping yet.

When I woke, Adam was a little closer to the couch than I had left
him. Sanford was already awake, as were Zeke's roommate David and a few of
the girls who had stayed the night. Marissa was gone. When I came into the
kitchen, they were discussing the fact that she had been sleeping on the
floor in David's room when everyone went to bed (the bed itself having been
occupied to capacity) but that she was gone by the time people started
getting up, around 7 or so. I didn't tell everyone that I had caught her
sexually assaulting Adam.

When I grabbed a drink of water, one of the girls turned to me with a
teasing smile. "Looks like Adam was trying to hold your hand or something,
reaching out for the couch like that."

I chuckled. "He gets separation anxiety."

Unlike Danny and Noah, they did not provide breakfast. When Adam awoke,
bleary and hung over, I drove us back to base.

I followed him into his room rather than splitting off to go into my
own. With the door shut behind him, I asked, "Do you remember what happened
last night?"

He held his head a little bit and went to close the curtains on his
window. "Yeah, one of the girls told me. Zeke drank me under the table. I
need to stop trying to keep up with him."

"I meant after we went to bed." He shook his head. "I woke up with your
pants halfway to your ankles, with Marissa about to start riding your
dick." He looked shocked at that.

"I don't remember that at all."

"Yeah, I didn't think so. You were completely passed out when I realized
what was going on. Marissa freaked and left when I asked what she was
doing."

Realization hit him. He had heard the others talking about Marissa's
departure. "Uh, thanks."

"Yeah, I figured you didn't want to get some chick pregnant without
realizing it." I kept the temptation to replace her to myself.

There was a long silence, then Adam said, "My pants were on when I woke
up."

I nodded. "Yeah, I figured you'd be embarrassed if everyone woke up and saw
your little cock hanging out."

He raised an eyebrow at that. I shrugged.

"By the way," I said as I turned for the door. "You got hard as a rock when
I tried to zip you up." I glanced back at him. His expression was
impassive. "Figured as much stimulation as you got last night, you probably
have crazy blueballs this morning." I gave him a chance to respond. When he
didn't, I shrugged again and said, "Well, I'll leave you to it. I'll be in
my room if you need me later."

As I let myself out his room and walked over to mine, I thought, How many
hints does a man have to drop?

When Adam didn't text or come over within the next half hour, I hopped in
the shower to wash off the night and set about enjoying the remainder of my
weekend.

I couldn't get the image of his thick, veiny dick out of my mind.