Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2021 23:40:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mac Gargan <garogora@aol.com>
Subject: "The Marine from Sin City" Part Five "Gay/Military"

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Over the next few weeks, I saw less of Sergeant Jackson than I was
accustomed to, and far less than I'd have liked. He found reasons to be out
of the office when I was in it, took assignments with Sanford rather than
with me, and recommended me to undertake difficult tasks solo. Sergeant
Cortes was surprised that Sergeant Jackson felt me ready to handle those
tasks alone when he usually came as backup in case my knowledge fell short
(or, as happened more often, a Staff NCO or officer refused to deal with a
Lance Corporal).

I did my best to not need him. My alternative was to gain a reputation as
someone who didn't know what he was doing. I wasn't willing to let that be
how people saw me.

I spent more and more of my weekends with Danny and Noah. Usually we stayed
in, but sometimes we went to the beach to jog and enjoy the
relatively-empty March coastline.

Things started changing in the middle of March. The first difference was
that Noah texted me during my lunch break one day to ask if he could come
talk to me in my barracks room. I was in my barracks room at the time, so I
told where it was and to swing by.

"Danny and I are breaking up," he told me plainly. "It's nothing to do with
you, we just... don't get along like we used to. We can still hang out from
time to time. No biggie there."

And while I did suck his cock before he left my barracks room, it was
strange to think I'd already had my last hookup with both of them. I texted
Danny to see what he'd say, and he actually called me to tell me he'd
broken up with Noah, but that there was no reason he and I couldn't still
hang out. I didn't have a vehicle, but we discussed the possibility of me
walking off base so he could pick me up.

A few days later, I was sent up to the CO's office to fix an email issue he
was experiencing. It took all of ten seconds to locate the problem, and
while waiting for verification that the solution had worked, I noticed a
memo on his desk that caught my attention. "S-6 Corporal caught with homo
porn on laptop, being sent back to states from deployment for disciplinary
action & separation".

A Corporal from my own shop who was deployed with one of the squadrons? I
had heard a lot about some of the Marines that had been with our unit prior
to my arrival. Heyward had separated months before I arrived at the
base. This must be Corporal Cash, then.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Staff Sergeant Jones gathered the shop
together to let us know we were getting one of our deployed NCO's back
early, Corporal Cash. He had been deployed to Kuwait but was back in the
States due to "personal reasons". He would be here early next week.

I spent that weekend with Danny. When we weren't fucking, we were
recovering from a fuck or building up to the next fuck. I had to drink a
lot of water to restore lost fluids.

On Monday, Sanford and I were introduced to Corporal Cash. His face was not
conventionally attractive, but he had a fairly Marine Corps-standard lean
build. He was about Sanford's height. He also spoke with a slight lisp that
he insisted was an accent. It was pretty insensitive of us, but his denial
of his lisp made it infinitely funnier to make jokes about it when he
wasn't around. In defense of myself and Sanford, the sergeants started it,
and Corporal Cash seemed desperate to establish himself as humorless and
unfriendly.

That said, it was rather quickly established that while Corporal Cash had
arrived on Monday, his clothes were not here. Since Sanford was too big in
the waist for him, I offered him some of my own clothes. I passed him a few
pairs of jeans to try on.

"Thanks," he said, starting to pull his boots off so he could swap the
pants out. "Could I get a couple of shirts, too?"

"Sure thing, Corporal," I said, and without conscious thought, I continued,
"let's see how long it takes you to get into my pants, though."

The noise he let out was somewhere between an offended gasp and a bark of
laughter. I suddenly remembered that he had been sent home for having gay
porn - although I wasn't supposed to know that - and the first thing I had
done when we were alone together was flirt. I wasn't even attracted to
him. I passed it off as a bad joke, but after he left with both pairs of
jeans and a few shirts, I decided I was clearly too horny for my own good
if I was flirting with someone I found unattractive and unappealing.

With whatever was going on between myself, Danny, and Noah reduced to
weekly casual lunchtime and weekend sex, I found myself looking back on
Craigslist for sex. Dale had long since been discharged, Gustavo's squadron
had been deployed, and I hadn't yet found another regular Marine (or
sailor) fuckbuddy yet. I searched for "marine" in the personals tab and
looked through the results. Most were looking for a Marine or sailor to
hook up with. Many that remained were former Marines who wouldn't be able
to get into the barracks without drawing attention. I stopped scrolling
when I reached the one I had posted weeks before that had attracted the
attention of Danny and Noah. I considered reposting it, but suddenly felt
too drained to bother hooking up and rubbed one out to a RedTube video
instead.

Corporal Cash proved over the next few weeks that the first impression he
gave Sanford and me was accurate: he was humorless and unfriendly. Towards
the sergeants, he was a bit of a lickspittle. While I was accustomed to a
certain degree of subservience - the military definition of discipline,
after all, is "instant, willing obedience to all orders" - I still found
Corporal Cash's behavior frustrating and excessive. Combined with the fact
that Danny was out of town or otherwise unavailable since before Corporal
Cash had returned to the States and that Noah was no longer reaching out
for midday blowjobs, I was beginning to feel the pangs of sexual
frustration too.

It was on the first Friday in April that I decided enough was enough and
reposted the CL ad as soon as I got back to the barracks from work. I got
the typical dozens of responses within minutes: civilians with no base
access, veterans with base access but who would be visibly too old to move
through the barracks unnoticed, civilians who lacked cars as well as base
access. I pulled off my blouse and got comfortable in boots and utes to
read through the replies. There were two responses that caught my
attention.

First: a man who claimed to be a Marine, stationed at my base, living in
base housing, but "discreet" and unwilling to share pictures. I didn't
really blame him. He wasn't my first priority, but I did suggest meeting up
in the barracks on my lunch break when the barracks would be mostly
empty. He agreed and we set a time for Wednesday in the next week.

Second: a Marine who lived in the barracks, sent body and ass photos, and
wanted to meet up ASAP since he was coming off of a long dry spell. I
exchanged a few photos with him, but since he cropped his face out of all
of his photos, I did the same. He gushed over my shirtless photos and said
he couldn't wait to see me in person.

Eventually, Number Two brought up his concern about hooking up with someone
from the same unit and potential problems it could cause. I messaged back,
"Well, we'll see if there's a problem. What unit are you with?"

When he answered, the unit he named was mine.

You, dear reader, have almost certainly already figured out that the Marine
I was chatting with was Corporal Cash, because I told you all the relevant
information to put two and two together. With everything that was on my
mind, I hadn't done so yet. I replied, saying, "Oh. That's actually my
unit, too. Think there'll be a problem?"

Had I been a little quicker on the uptake, I'd have just not
replied. Corporal Cash responded, saying, "I don't think so. We can both be
mature adults, right?"

I answered, "Sure. So what's the next step here? Exchanging photos or
names?"

His response had no body, but three photos attached. One was of him, face
included, wearing clothes I had lent him. The second was of him again,
lying naked in bed, his huge uncut dick and smooth ass on full display. The
third was of him, a brown-skinned man's dick about halfway down his throat.

I replied, "Oh. I guess this is where it gets awkward." I sent that
message, immediately followed by a photo of my face.

He didn't reply.

What he did do, was knock on my door about two minutes later. He looked
nervous when I opened it and let him in wordlessly. Anxious, even. It
wasn't just the fear of rejection hovering over him, though that was part
of it. He was afraid that if I rejected him, there was also a possibility I
might tell others he had sent me nude and sexually explicit photos of
himself.

I first reassured him that I wasn't going to blackmail him. "Look, we *can*
be adults about this," I told him. "Even if things don't go any further
than they already have, there's no need for either of us to act differently
at work."

Despite not being attracted to him and speaking as though I didn't want
things to progress, there was a part of me that wanted the ass he had shown
me. And after a couple minutes of talking, he showed his hand.

"Y'know," he said after we'd both stood up so I could show him out, "I
showed you mine, but you didn't show me yours." His eyes dropped to my
crotch.

As soon as he spoke, I knew he wanted it so much more than I wanted
him. His anticipation was intoxicating. I started to stiffen up. I gave him
an amused look and undid my belt. I started unbuttoning my trousers, then
paused. I looked him in the eye. He glanced up from the bulge forming in my
pants to make eye contact.

"If you want to see it so bad, pull it out yourself."

He looked confused for a second, then angry. I wondered if I had gone too
far. Then his desperation won over and the only expression on his face was
of desire. He walked closer to me and reached for the buttons of my
trousers. I slapped his hand away. He looked back into my eyes, his
expression swiftly coming back to anger. I did my best to stay
expressionless as I spoke again.

"From on your knees."

His eyes went wide, but he obeyed instantly. Military discipline, right?
Instant, willing obedience to all orders.

He waited, on his knees, looking up into my eyes, for verbal permission. I
made him wait five painfully long seconds before I said, "Well, get to it."

He reverently reached out a hand to stroke the outline of my bulge before
deftly pulling the buttons apart. Then he pulled my boxers down
quickly. The force of my dick swinging out caused a trail of precum to
splash across his face. I smirked. His jaw dropped a little. He stared at
the tip of my cock, just inches from his face, as if seeing God.

I stared as he waited for permission. He was squirming - at first, I
thought he was doing so in anticipation, unable to keep still. Then I
realized he was scooting closer so that when the bead of precum building up
at the slit of my dick would fall into his mouth when it was too heavy to
resist gravity.

The realization of the total power I held over him caused my dick to jump a
little. The spasm pushed out more precum, but the force of the jerking
motion caused it to make a second line across his face rather than in my
mouth. I whispered, "You're gonna end up drenched in precum if it's not
inside you soon."

He whimpered like a puppy being offered a treat.

"You want it, don't you?"

He couldn't even get full words out. Just a tortured, "Uh-huh."

"Suck my cock, Andrew." It was the first time I had ever referred to him by
anything but rank and surname. He moaned and dove for my cock. He took it
all the way to the base and kept it there, feeling my pulse from the larger
blood vessels at the base. He held it there until he gagged, then started
pulling off. I grabbed his head and pulled it back in. I held him there for
another second or two. When I released him, he was smiling. He gulped down
air and went back for more.

I eventually pulled away from him and moved to the bed. "Get naked," I
ordered him. I turned my back and pulled off my boots. When I turned back
around, he was naked. He hadn't trimmed his pubes recently, giving him a
bristly mass of black curls around the base of his erect, intact dick.

I gestured wordlessly to my trousers and he pulled them all the way down. I
stepped out of the legs, then offered first one foot, then the other. He
pulled off my socks. I lay down on my bed, then pointed at my dick. "Back
to it."

He scrambled to resume sucking my cock. I told him, "Let me see that ass,"
and he wordlessly spun around so that I had full view of his ass and the
heavy cock hanging down between his thighs. His balls were pulled up tight
against the underside of his dick. I gave it a few strokes, pulling the
foreskin back as I did. He hummed on my cock.

I then gave his left asscheek a quick slap. He didn't react to that at
all. He was accustomed to that kind of thing, I guessed. I slicked up a
finger with mucous saliva hawked up from the back of my throat and started
massaging his hole with it, just teasing it. He moaned and whimpered while
throating my dick. I kept that up until my finger had mostly dried, then I
moistened it up again and slipped my finger in. He throated my dick to keep
his moaning as quiet as he could. When he pulled back up for air, I asked,
"Think it's wet enough yet?"

He immediately scrambled off of me and assumed the position at the foot of
my bed. My dick was dripping with a mixture of saliva and precum. I stood
on the bed, bent my knees sharply (accounting for the height difference
between us, there was no way I could penetrate him from on my knees) and
placed my cockhead at the entrance to his favorite toy. I teased it over
the hole again. He whimpered, reminding me once more of a desperate puppy
begging for a treat.

I went all the way in. His hole was as welcoming as Gary's, but as tight as
Dale's. I pulled out most of the way and then back in, hard and fast.

I've mentioned before that fucking at a slow, leisurely pace is the easiest
way for me to cum quickly. I hate-fucked Cash. He loved it, but after he
had shot a load on my blanket and collapsed off his knees, I was still no
closer to cumming than when I had started. I made him lie in his mess while
I turned him around so I could pull his ass to the edge of the bed and fuck
him in a standing position.

I made him roll over at one point so I could see his face. I also knew that
the slight curvature of my dick meant that I was hitting his prostate much
better from this angle. His expression was rather like the one I made when
I was over-stimulated following sex. I kept going, hard and fast.

Eventually my phone started vibrating on my bedside table. Cash was closer
to it, so I commanded, "Check who's calling." I didn't stop fucking him. He
picked up my phone, holding it over his face to look at the screen.

"It- it's Ser- Ser- Sergeant Jackson!" He said, stammering with each
thrust. "Do you wa-want to an-answer it?" He sounded almost like he wanted
our sexual encounter to finally end.

"Fuck no," I growled back. "Let me finish first."

I cut the pace to an agonizingly-slow rhythm, ensuring that I never pulled
out more than halfway. I was hitting his prostate on every thrust and
withdraw; I could tell by the way his face scrunched up each time. It only
took another ten minutes before I was at the point of no return.

"This ass is mine now," I told him. I filled it up with my load to
illustrate that point. "You ask my permission for anyone else to use it."

He whimpered, then said, "Un- understood," as I kept fucking him.

I kept up the slow, steady fuck until the over-stimulation hit me, too,
causing my dick to instantly deflate. He made a wet popping sound as I
slipped out of him. "Get a shower before you go back to your room. I don't
want people knowing you came out of my room reeking of cum."

He scrambled to follow that command, too. Instant, willing obedience to all
orders.

I picked up my phone. It had been two hours since I sent my face pic to
Cash. Aside from the missed call, I also had a text from Adam.

"I haven't gotten dinner yet. You hungry?"

I typed back, "Sure, let me get dressed." I quietly dropped Cash's clothes
and shoes inside the bathroom, then went back to my room. I wiped sweat and
other fluids off with a couple of baby wipes, put on some flattering
clothes, opened the window to air my room out, and left without a word to
Cash. I figured he'd get the message.

When I knocked on Adam's door, he came out ready to leave. We walked down
to his car, and chatted about where to get dinner from. He was starving and
not feeling picky, so I suggested a place that pretty good burritos near
base. We drove there and ordered. Cash texted me while we waited for food,
asking, "Where did you go?"

I responded, "Sgt J wanted to grab dinner." and left it at that. When our
order was up, we both ate quickly and in near silence.

When we got back to his car, Adam asked me, "You in a hurry to get back to
base?"

I thought about it. It was still relatively early for a Friday evening. I
shrugged. "I'm cool with whatever."

He picked a direction and set off. I wasn't sure if he had a specific goal
in mind, but he found his way to a winding road with relatively few lights,
lined by tall trees.

"Nice area," I commented. "Great for a romantic night out or getting
slaughtered by cannibal hillbillies."

Adam snorted. "I never really thanked you for what happened at the party."

Any plans to push the romantic angle died. He was sexually assaulted,
almost raped, and I had seriously considered just watching it happen. "I
didn't do anything to deserve thanks," I began, but Adam cut me off.

"Zeke said it wasn't the first time Marissa had tried to pull that shit
when I told him about it." His eyes flicked over to mine, then back to the
road. "She actually got pregnant last year. The guy she pulled it on had no
idea they'd ever had sex. He was drunk. Didn't remember. She tried to force
him to marry her, then tried to get child support when he refused." He made
eye contact again, for a couple seconds this time before looking back to
the road.

He drove in silence for a few moments, then turned onto a little promontory
I wouldn't have noticed. It was a hill that looked over the city, a field
of glittering lights punctuated by dark swathes of nature. He parked.

We looked out over the city for a few moments before he spoke again. "She
had a miscarriage. That's the only reason her plan didn't work."

I didn't know what to say to that. I had been warned by various older
Marines to be careful what women I associated with, because many would try
to worm their way into marriage just to get access to the benefits that
came from marrying a Marine. I had been supremely unconcerned at the time,
since I was secretly gayer than a three dollar bill. The thought of those
warnings now made me more than faintly sick to my stomach.

I was really glad I had called Marissa out instead of watching, but I still
felt guilty.

I looked away for a long moment, then turned back to him in time to see his
face moving toward mine in the ambient light from the city.

I tilted my head for the kiss and closed my eyes, lips slightly parted.

He pulled me into a hug.

I wondered if he could feel the warmth of the blood rushing to my face. He
certainly couldn't see me blushing; even if his face weren't buried in my
neck, there just wasn't enough light to make out those kinds of color
details.

I returned the hug and it lasted a full minute longer. When Adam broke it
apart with a shaky laugh, I laughed too. It helped to ease the
potentially-one-sided sexual tension I was feeling.

We looked out over the city in silence for another minute or so, then he
said, "Well, let's get back to base. Sightseeing is cool, but..." he
waggled his eyebrows at me in a mockingly suggestive manner. "We could
always find something more fun to do."

I chuckled and decided right then and there - knowing that he meant video
games, not sex - that if my feelings toward him were unrequited, it was my
problem, not his.

He was the best friend I'd ever had. I wasn't going to let something as
stupid as falling in love with him ruin that.

As soon as I thought it, I felt giddy and lightheaded. It was the truth.
I'd been in lust before - god knows I experienced that younger than most -
but I'd never felt with such confidence that I loved someone.

No, I definitely couldn't ruin this.