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The Naive Marine Lieutenant Plays With The NFL

by Billyc


I was on leave and had caught transport to the first place I could find with sun. Turned out to be Tampa. I went to the Grand Hyatt and sort of crashed the pool. OK, I totally crashed it. I wasn’t a checked-in guest, and had no hope of being one on my budget, but I thought the pool would be a great place to enjoy some sun. I was right about that. Not only was there plenty of sun, but there was also an entire team of football players at the pool, in town to play the Bucs.

I didn’t know that when I snuck into the bathroom off the lobby and changed from my uni into my board shorts, or I might have added a jock strap to have some hope of containing my cock. Because the moment I hit the pool area and got the wide angle of beef everywhere. I’d had my share of beef over the past five years – the US Naval Academy and then stationed at Patuxent as a fairly green first lieutenant – but these guys were a sight to behold.

Maybe it was all the oiled big-muscled bodies, maybe it was just that they were Marines I was surrounded by after the three years at the Academy and then one at Quantico and now at Patuxent. Or maybe it was that they were all athletes and athletes’ bodies had always been my weakness. And today was no exception, as my big cock tented my board shorts as I stood there gazing out on the fantasy beef sex smorgasbord.

“Would you like me to get you a towel and a lounge, sir,” startled me as a pool attendant had approached me during my moment of transfixed awe. “Or anything else,” he said, with a snarky smile, looking down at my tented shorts.

OK, so he was ‘friendly’. And as I looked him up and down I thought: possible. But I more quickly brought my pack around to hold it in front of my obvious excitement. He laughed a little and handed me a big towel. “Here, this is easier,” he said, having handed over the towel partially unfolded so that it hung down in front of me when I took it.

I grinned at him. “Thanks, man.” And I took another look and decided he was way more than a possibility.

“It’s Man-NEE,” he enunciated. I showed my confusion, and he pointed to his nametag which said he was Manny, from New York City. “Manny, at your service,” he said in a clearly sexual context.

“Mmmmm,” I responded involuntarily, and then I looked back to the poolside and in-pool beef-fest. “Maybe when I’ve had some sun I’ll take you up on that, Man-NEE.”

My big smile seemed to be enough to overcome the brushoff I was giving him because he told me to follow him and took me right into the midst of one of the clumps of guys and a few girls to a lounge that appeared unoccupied. “You guys have this one saved for anyone?” Manny asked them?

One of the guys looked like he was going to say he did, and then he took a long look up and down me and seemed to change his mind. “No, go ahead and get in here with us,” he said to me. “Marine?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, proudly. “On a few days’ leave.”

Manny was laying a towel out, and I fumbled in my pack for some money to give him, but the football player grabbed up a five dollar bill from their table and said, “Here, Manny, thanks for taking care of our men OUT OF uniform,” and winked at him. Manny’s blush made me wonder if he’d “taken care of” the football player, too.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that,” I said, and I put out my hand. “Lieutenant Bill Cate,” I said.

But the football player was not looking at my hand or at my eyes. When I’d reflexively put out my hand to shake his, I’d forgotten about the space shuttle in my board shorts, and his eyes were riveted on my huge bulge, the outline of my cock clear in my worn board shorts, and his tongue was visible, making a lap around his lips.

Of course, that did nothing to slake the need in my balls, and I felt my cock jump a little with renewed excitement. The football player reacted to my cock jumping with a shiver that rocked his body.

“Jesus, Duke, at least give the Marine a chance to relax and get settled before you devour him, ya horndog faggot,” another of the football players to his right said playfully and threw a drink on him.

I had gone totally rigid – the part of my body which hadn’t already been rigid – at “faggot”, but the drink and the laughing from the guy who’d said it seemed good natured. I really didn’t know much about the world, having gone from high school to the Academy and then to posting, but I knew enough to be wary of men who threw the word ‘faggot’ around, and I wasn’t totally relaxed.

Duke snarled at the other football player, “I’ll deal with you later,” to a round of “Oooooooooo’s” from a few of the other guys, who just as quickly went back to their Walkmans or girls or friends. “Don’t mind Jake, Billy,” Duke said, licentiously using my family’s nickname for me and again going straight to my nuts and hard cock because in a way he reminded me of my HOT older stepbrother Cain. “Duke Jackson here,” he said, and this time he put his big hand out to shake.

I’d recovered the towel over my . . . problem, but I wasn’t going to be rude. So I took his hand, and we shook, both of us with firm grips . . . and electricity flying between us. Or was it just my imagination?

No, as I got some objectivity back I saw that his eyes were again riveted on my hardon. Which wasn’t all that avoidable, as he was sitting on a lounge and I was standing with my cock about at his eye level.

Our handshake lasted longer than it should have, but not long enough that when we finally parted, my entire body didn’t feel a pang of regret. I finally regained myself enough to say, “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jackson.”

Duke laughed. “Mr. Jackson is my father, Billy. I’m just Duke. And how old are you, anyway?”

“I’m twenty-three, sir,” I responded, still standing, now with no reason not to cover my hardon but not having done so.

“Well, Billy, I’m only twenty-six, so let’s can the ‘sir’ or at least postpone it until we’re both undressed, he said with a leer in the direction of my crotch.

HOLY FUCK!

“As you wish, Duke,” I said, softer and a little uneasily.

I was really looking at him, and I was taking in all of him now, individually as opposed to one of the beefcake herd. He was blond and furry over a tightly muscled body, and his green eyes sparkled under the bill of his team’s cap which shaded those beautiful eyes from the sun. He had a handsome face – knee-weakingly handsome as a matter of fact. His own swimsuit was looking tight in the right place, too.

“I do wish,” he said, also quietly, and I almost fell into my lounge. “But let’s enjoy the sun for now, and I need to rinse this pina colada off me before my body hair gets all gooey.”

It was a miracle I didn’t blurt out, “Let me lick you clean.” Somehow, though, I said, “I’ll get myself settled.”

Duke gave me another once over and said he’d be back and got up from the lounge. As he passed Jake’s lounge he gave him some shit, and Jake laughed, and so did Duke. They were obviously good friends.

I spent a couple of hours in the sun until it was around four. The sun was still nice. I’d been in and out of the pool. Another miracle was that my cock had calmed down enough for me to not make a complete spectacle of myself. Of course, my worn-thin board shorts with nothing under them did a good job of highlighting my equipment when I was wet, too.

I’d horsed around with the other players, introduced to names familiar to me from spectatating, and Duke and I had talked some lounge to lounge. Nothing heavy or particularly personal, just a couple of guys talking. And nothing suggestive after he’d come back from the poolside shower, having rinsed off the cool-down drink Jake had thrown at him.

“Are you staying here?” Duke asked me out of the blue after a long stretch of quiet.

“You’re kidding, right? I crashed the pool here, and I couldn’t afford to stay here. I’ll be on my way looking for somewhere to flop or crashing on the beach later.”

“I have a room,” he said, simply, having turned to look directly at me.

“O . . . K . . . “ I said, tentatively.

“And, yes, I have one big bed,” he said, with equal seriousness.

I had two ways to go here. I had no idea if his earlier interest in my hardon had been superseded by caution or disinterest and his offer was just being a nice guy. OR, was he being low-key so as not to be obvious to his buds? Or . . . my mind was running wild with uncertainty.

I guess Duke saw it, my uncertainty, and he inadvertently solved it. “Bill, it’s an open-ended offer. You can have a place to crash because you’re a nice guy, whether we take advantage of the fact that I think you’re hot as hell or not.”

“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse, Duke,” I said, relieved.

With equal seriousness as before but softer he said, “I am betting neither one of us will be able to refuse each other.” And then he smiled, and my nuts felt an electric jolt.

“Mmmmm,” was all I could manage. My cock, on the other hand, was resurging. And my face was painted in a grin I couldn’t have wiped off it I wanted to.

* * * * * * * * * *

We were in Duke Jackson’s shower in Duke Jackson’s very nice room at the Grand Hyatt. I WAS IN THE SHOWER NAKED WITH DUKE JACKSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We were plastered together under the spray, hands everywhere, groping, grabbing, holding, and our mouths were hungrily devouring each other’s faces, necks, shoulders, chests.

I’d already had to knock his hand away from my raging fuckrod because I was so close to cumming that quick. Hell, I make no excuses for my almost-prematurity. To repeat: I WAS IN THE FUCKING SHOWER FUCKING STARK NAKED WITH MY HANDS ALL OVER DUKE JACKSON AND MY HARDON AND HIS GRINDING TOGETHER BETWEEN US AGAINST OUR ROCK HARD ABS!

He and I were roughly the same height – six four – and although he was smaller than I cock-wise, his body had about thirty-five more pounds of muscle on it, and every mound, slab, cord was tantalizing me. Between the warm water, the heat of our bodies and the gropes, grabs, bites, licks and grinds, the water should have been sizzling off us. When he went to his knees, I yelled something vaguely like “OH FUCK YEAH!” and in my mind I was thinking FUCKN A LAST YEAR’S MVP HAS YOUR COCK IN HIS MOUTH AND IS GOING TO SUCK DOWN YOUR SEED, MARINE!

He went at my raging fuckmeat with a hunger that had skyrockets going off in my nuts and threatened to cut the enjoyment of his sucking, slurping and stroking way too short. I tried to push the hotness of the moment out of my mind, but it was a losing cause. Sisyphus had an easier task than I did in that shower to suppress my building ball-blast. When he got a long finger up my hole and started massaging my prostate, I did scream “OH FUCK!” as my entire body went atomic. I don’t even remember much of it, barely coming back to consciousness when he shoved me around roughly against the shower wall.

He was on his knees and had his face in my crack, and then I felt the indescribable ecstasy of his tongue up my hole. I didn’t have time to react, to tell him I didn’t GET fucked, before he was spitting my cum up my hole, slicking it up. FUCK! He was up and behind me and had two huge fingers up my cum-slicked hole before I could even process any farther, his back against me. In my ear I heard a packet tearing. How the FUCK had he got a condom in the shower?!

It was all too hot, and my brain was overloaded with incredible sensations, so when he put his sheathed cockhead against my hole, my body reacted not my brain. I pushed back HARD onto him, crying out wildly in pain but wanting that man to plow me.

The last time I’d gotten fucked was tree years before by my oldest stepbrother’s tree-trunk cock. Duke was considerably smaller than Cain and I, but my ass felt like a telephone pole had been shoved up it. That didn’t stop me from fucking myself on his cock.

I’m sure Duke was traumatized by my banshee scream when I pushed back onto him without any prep time, and he was further taken by surprise when I started fucking myself on him. He told me afterward that he was paralyzed by fear of hurting me despite his intense desire to fuck me. He hadn’t started thrusting into me until I said over my shoulder, “A little help here?” I hadn’t remembered finding that moment of humor at that point, and when he had told me that later I thought to myself I remember that as saying “FUCK ME STUD!” HA!

Duke didn’t hesitate any longer, and he drilled my ass like he was drilling for oil. And being a terrible but also very wanton bottom, I both yelled my head off because it felt like he was banging my guts out and also met every thrust and taunted him to fuck me harder and even at one point said, “Wait ‘til it’s my turn, you NFL pussy, and then you’ll see how a Marine fucks and know what it is to be fucked by a MAN!” And I swear to God I was praising Jesus that Duke was already pounding me like his life depended on it because if he had pounded me any harder I don’t know if I could have taken it.

I was holding onto the showerhead pipe where it came out of the tile for dear life, my forearms from elbow to my hands around the pipe against the tile bracing myself as he pounded me. He was growling and moaning and sometimes yelling things like, “You know you love it; you KNOW you are made for this.” I really wasn’t, but every word inflamed my desire to feel him lose his nutload.

Finally, without warning, he yanked his cock out and with one hand roughly pulled me around to face him and with the other was ripping off the condom. When I was turned around his hand went to my huge hardon and started pumping; and when he had the condom flung off him he started jacking his own rod. His cumblast was immediate, and it hit me hard enough to feel it, arcing up enough to splat over my chest. Mine was more leveled at his groin and went off after a couple of his blasts. “OH FUCKING JESUS CHRIST!” I growled against his repeated “OH GOD!”

When he stopped cumming he leaned forward and put his forehead on my right shoulder, and we both just stood there a while. The hot water was as hot as when it started, and we panted against each other, his one hand still on my cock, which I really liked. I wrapped my arms around him and he flinched a little like he wasn’t used to that much intimacy, then he relaxed into it and I hugged him tight. “Fucking awesome, Billy.”

I just laughed and said, “I’m the one who came twice here. Seems like I owe you one; and I think I owe that compliment to you, Duke! Hell, after that, you’re the KING!” And we both laughed a little at that as we caught our breath.

I was completely surprised when Duke turned his head up and pressed his lips to mine. I’d never kissed or been kissed by a man during, before or after sex. I was surprised, but I was carried away with the moment, and as he let go of my cock and wrapped his arms around me and we held each other tight, we kissed long and deep and as intimately as I could have ever fantasized about.

I can’t even describe it, the way it felt. My entire body was aroused, yet I was also relaxed and felt safe and where I should be in his arms. I had nothing to compare it to except for one time when I was fifteen and broke my leg in six places during a school break when my oldest stepbrother Cain was home and we were all playing soccer on our vast front lawn. I’m sure I was in shock because the sight of my bones protruding from my leg in three places was worse than the pain. I was big already by the – nearly six feet – yet my brother Cain at six-three scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the house, yelling at my other stepbrother Jared to have Mom or Dad call an ambulance. When Cain put me down incredibly gently on the sofa in the family room, as everyone was in a state about what had happened, Cain sat down with me in his lap, my leg out, and held me like that telling me “That was some play, bro.” But it was the way he held me – protectively, and soothingly – until the EMTs got there that was what I remembered. I was safe, I was in the arms of a man I idolized, a man I fantasized about. And Duke’s arms around me were something a lot like that.

When we finally broke what remained the longest kiss I’d ever have for over twenty years after that, I was weak-kneed. My head was spinning, and I was pretty certain I was dead and in heaven, not just in a hotel room with a pro football star. “Wow,” I understated.

He laughed and kissed me quickly again on my lips. “Wow for sure!” Damn he was handsome, even with water running over his head and down his face. “And as to owing me one, my ass is all yours next round, you jarhead stud you.”

“That would be Lieutenant Jarhead Stud to you!” I bantered back.

“Sir, yes, SIR,” he shouted surprisingly well. Unfortunately his salute would have earned him scathing assessment by any drill sergeant. I didn’t give a crap about it though; when he’d done the salute and brought his body as close as he’d come to attention, his cock had pushed into mine again, and that was the kind of salute this Marine needed.

We both laughed, and I cuffed him lightly on his handsome chin. “I’m turning into a prune here and I’m starved.” I looked down at his re-hardening cock against mine and gave him a ‘better check that’ look. He looked down and said, “You are massive, buddy. You’re going to tear me up with that divine instrument of sexual ecstasy!”

“Your choices are me and you alone or you join me with the team. They already know you’re hanging with us, and there are plenty of others around besides us.”

“I’m assuming you are talking dinner, not fucking you,” I said, although the whole team was a spankbank fantasy which had relieved me of many cumloads.

He reached up and tossled my hair. “Funny guy!” he said, as he threw me a big fluffy towel like I distantly remembered from when I lived at home. “Seriously I’m starved, so up to you.”

“You’d really have me join the team dinner, Duke? Wouldn’t that be a little . . . “ I was at a loss for words, being a closeted marine and knowing he was a closeted pro football player. Then again out by the pool Jake didn’t seem to have any question that Duke and I were on a sexual wavelength there. I was so confused.

Duke saw my confusion. “I’m not out, but I get away with a lot of stuff because I have never been caught. I can flirt with a gay man and just get teased about it without getting branded. If I got on my knees and sucked off the entire team, half would be shocked into a coma and the other half would be saying, ‘Really funny, Duke. Damn you’ll do anything to get a rise out of people won’t you?! Crazy Duke strikes again!’”

I didn’t begin to understand, and I knew I didn’t want to be the butt of some jokes with his buds on the team either. “I’m thinking I’d like to NOT be involved in any shock value of anything you do, Duke. At the same time I know it might be odd if you slipped away with me for dinner and didn’t spend time with your buds.”

Duke put his hands on my shoulders and looked in my eyes. “Trust me when I tell you we have people join us all the time, Billy. Guys, girls, sometimes the in betweens. You’re a guy; you’re a Marine for chrissake. Nobody’s going to be thinking ‘those two are fucking up the ass’ I assure you. The guys will go crazy for a service man – we all appreciate your service. I’m a hundred thousand percent serious, Billy. I wouldn’t put you in a compromising situation.”

I trusted him, and I believed he knew his teammates better than I did. I knew I wasn’t the magic fag who’d come along and make him want to come out! “Take me to dinner, stud,” I said.

* * * * * * * * * *

We got back from dinner, and I was stumbling as we fell into Duke’s room. The guys had been awesome to me, as he said, and nobody so much as gave a hint of thinking I was anything but a groupie they’d picked up. They practically force-fed me food and tried to get me drunk too . . . and did a damn good job of both, actually.

The story that emerged was the truth . . . with a few details left out. I was a marine on leave, had crashed the pool at the nicest hotel there and not only that had nowhere to stay. Duke generously offered to let me crash with him. And the guys bought drinks for Duke for being such a generous guy to a service man.

And now we were back in Duke’s room, both drunk and already all over each other. “Good thing it’s your turn to do the fucking, jarhead, cuz I probably can’t get it up. I’m too wasted.”

I reached down and grabbed hold of his hardon through his shorts. “Ummmm, not that I’m giving up my turn at your hot ass, but there’s nothing wrong down here,” I said, giving it a good squeeze.

Before he could say anything else I’d pushed him down on the big bed and was pulling his shorts off him. He pulled the t-shirt of which had been clinging to his muscular torso and driving me crazy all night, and the sight of those mounds of muscle made a bolt of electricity shoot through me.

When I had his shorts pulled down and his flip flops off, I shoved him over on his stomach and dove tongue first into his ass. I’d NEVER done it before, but I’d had it done a couple of times and wanted to give Duke the same pleasure he’d given me and a couple of others had. “Oh, FUCK YEAH, eat that hole and get it all sloppy and ready for you, Billy,” he moaned.

And I did. I ate that sweaty hole of his and pigged out on it. The next day it felt like someone had pulled my tongue and half ripped it out of my mouth, and it was from shoving it DEEP in his tight hot musky hole. He writhed and moaned and clawed at the bed and shoved his ass back into my face, and all the while I licked, sucked, chewed and tongue fucked it and played roughly with his balls and raging cock. When he’d finally had as much as he could take apparently, he yanked open his bedside drawer and flung some condoms and a bottle of lube at me.

I worked the lube into his burning hot hole and had three fingers in him, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat and begging for my cock. For the first time I got my clothes off – careful to wipe the lube on my underwear so I didn’t get it on my clothes or the bed – and asked, “Is this how you want it, Duke? On your stomach?” as I got the condom stretched TOO TIGHT on my horsecock.

In response he flipped over, and he wrapped his legs around my chest and back and pulled me into him. His blue eyes were smoldering, and my cockhead brushed against his hole. My body shivered, and I must have closed my eyes because I was surprised when his lips touched mine and his arms replaced his legs around me, pulling me into him, kissing me deeply. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” he purred, and he rubbed his ass against my raging fuckrod.

I pushed my crotch into him, and the angle was wrong, and my cock slipped on past his hole. He laughed. I didn’t think it was funny, and my expression showed it. Last thing I wanted the first time I fucked a guy was to be laughed at. So being the wonder of mind reading he was he stopped laughing and pulled his legs up and back and said, “There, go for it!”

I lined myself up and pushed against his hole, and he grimaced and groaned. I stopped. He didn’t like that at all. “Don’t be a pussy, jarhead, FUCK THIS ASS!”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Duke,” I said like a pathetic fifteen year old virgin.

“I’m a MAN, Billy,” he growled, “and I want you inside me, banging my lights out . . . NOW!” And with that he let his legs go to rest on my shoulders, reached around and grabbed my ass with both hands and PULLED me INTO him. “AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH,” he howled as my huge head popped inside him. “Drive it the FUCK into me, Billy, God dammit!” he snarled, moving his ass around on me, struggling to get the other six or seven inches into him.

For my part, the feeling of being inside him was overwhelming, and suppressing the desire to cum immediately was my most difficult task. I started pounding that hot TIGHT ass of his – felt like he had my cock in a tight grip in one of his big strong hands – and couldn’t stop myself. I lost all control and felt like my hips were on auto-thrust. And the harder I pounded his ass, the louder he yelled and the tighter he clenched my cock.

His cock remained rock hard and was bobbing around, and I suddenly, after many minutes, had the urge to jack it. I grabbed my cock on the out-stroke to get some lube then grabbed his cock and pumped it hard. He threw his head back and forth and yelled obscenities – the good kind! – and started pumping his load. When he did, he CLENCHED around my cock so tight with his cunt muscles that I was pulled over the edge, too, and blasted what turned out upon inspection later to be a huge load into the condom.

When I was through blasting into him and my body was somewhat mine again, I sat back on my haunches, just about three inches of me in him, the angle pressuring the top of my cock and his hole. “JESUS CHRIST that hurts!” he said, and when I was about to pull it out, he said far more softly, “Don’t, not yet.”

I couldn’t help it. I collapsed on top of him, our sweat and his cum between us, and I felt like I never wanted to leave.

Of course I had to . . . but not that night and not the next, and I sat in the visiting team’s seats and watched him win the game Sunday with the other groupies, girlfriends and wives and friends. I became more avid in following the NFL after that, and we kept in touch off and on after that, enough to keep my fantasy of having him to come home to for a long time.


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Chapter 1 – Long FlightI snuck a look – AGAIN – at the hot guy in the boring off-the-rack suit sitting in the aisle seat to my right. Mmmm mmmm good. The uber-sexy body which I’d noticed when he boarded after me and was maneuvering around getting himself and his stuff situated. That bod moving in his off-the-rack blended weave suit slacks which weren’t made for an ass like that, nor was

Picnic

It was unseasonably hot for Memorial Day weekend – high eighties, humidity higher than normal and making it feel like mid-90s. The almost-hurricane off the coast was signaling is imminent arrival.The picnic was in full tilt. There were well over 300 people enjoying the food, the sports activities, the pool and the beach at the defunct beach club my company had rented for this Saturday

Roger That, Marine!

Sunday tennis with an equally non-penitent recovering Catholic like me. It was a frequent ritual and a bit of a private joke among us that tennis was our version of worship. It was like that with Ames and me, at least since we’d both retired from the Marines at roughly the same time. Oh, yeah, and for roughly the same reason. But that’s another story.This Sunday was the beginning of

The Light Colonel Sweats

I was posted to MCSOCOM (it was to evolve later to MARSOC) under the commander at Camp Lejeune. I’d gotten used to having my home base being the shithole we affectionately (and realistically) called “Camp Swampy” after having most recently transferred from duty at NATO and before that the US Embassy in Paris. Camp Swampy, as sultry and unsophisticated (I almost wrote ‘uncivilized’!) as it was,

The Marine And The Attorney - After the Picnic Day 2

We had more than a quickie in the shower. In fact, what started out as him on his knees blowing me as the multiple jets streamed steamy-hot water over both of us ended up being one of the hottest slamfucks we’d had, him against the tiles with his one leg up on a step and my cock reaming him balls deep as hard as I could without both of us slipping and killing ourselves in the shower. My arm was

The Marine And Then Attorney Get Hitched

My (now) husband’s big hand on my sweaty arm brought my consciousness up a few levels from the sun and surf induced reverie I was in. “How does it feel, Bill?” Jim asked in a husky voice from the lounge next to mine. He rubbed my arm just enough to send an electric shock through my body, squarely landing in my balls, as his touch always did. “You keep doing that and everyone out here will

The Marine Answers THE QUESTION

We were sitting there, both cross-legged, naked, on the bed in my condo, where I didn’t live any longer, after another mind-blowing fucksession. My lover/partner of fifty-five days (I didn’t know the number of days at that point, but I knew it was both new and also that it was amazingly wonderful) Jim, my hunky, hairy, muscular, dark, sexy, smart, loving, exciting,

The Marine Claims A Straight One

“Hey bud, haven’t seen you for a while now; didn’t know you were back,” the sweating stud in the white sweat-soaked sweatshirt with the arms cut out to show off his massive shoulder caps, biceps and triceps said to me, his blonde-furred muscular forearm out to shake hands.Of course I’d seen him the second I entered the gym floor. I’d fought the urge to pop a bone right then and there with the

The Marine Gets A Life . . . maybe

“Jesus Christ I’m sore, Bill,” my sexy new man said, as we headed to the shower. We both stunk of sex. My cum was running down his thigh out of his freshly fucked ass, as his thick muscular furry legs rippled and pumped in front of me as we headed down the hall, and his fuzzy ass-globes bounced. My cock was rock-hard again just watching those mounds of pleasure – and all of him – and that

The Marine Gets THE QUESTION

“YEAH!” my partner Jim’s nineteen-year-old son yelled and pumped his fist in the air after he caught me off my feet with a perfect shot to the baseline just out of reach of my desperately outstretched racket.“Good shot,” I called to Perry across the net. “Forty fifteen,” I called, reminding him he’d been a shot away from losing that game and the set and the match before that last-gasp shot.

The Marine Heads For The Aisle

“Hey, Co-Dad, can I talk to you about something?” My partner (and soon-to-be husband, which positively blows my mind, but then again, even having a wildly hot partner whom I love to and with and from the depths of my being blows my mind), Jim, has a buoyant, brilliant, beautiful (and often bawdy) nineteen year-old son, Perry, who has taken to calling me “Co-Dad”. It made me uncomfortable at

The Marine Meets the Green-Eyed Monster

I was fucking Jim brutally – every stroke HARD, slamming into him. My sweat was flying every time our bodies collided, my huge horsecock relentlessly pounding into his fuckchute. His shouts were louder than ever before, and I had my sweaty jockstrap stuffed in his mouth to muffle him as much as I could, his arms restrained behind him by my hands.“You think that musclebitch at the gym could

The Marine Settles In

I awoke hard, startled. Jim was sound asleep still. I could see by lifting my arm around him enough that it was ten-forty-one. The lawnmower was going out in the back.Jim had been up earlier, as had I. We’d had a wild night – well, no wilder than usual, but since it was Friday night and no work today, a few more times – of sex and play. When we’d gotten up in the We as usual we couldn’t

The Marine Skinny Dips (and Puts On A Show!)

It had been a long and stressful workday. Hell, the three days this week had all been long and stressful. And for no apparent reason, the traffic northeast out to the coast where I was now living in my boyfriend’s lavish home was nightmarish. Twelve hours at the office, starting at six; almost an hour in so leaving at just after five; and then almost an hour and a half coming home. UGH!

The Marine Sweats At Dawn

The Marine Sweats At Dawn.I awoke at 05:35 with a raging hardon, right out of the middle of a HOT dream about my even hotter former French Canadian lover, JP (Jean-Pierre), whom I’d seen the year before again while on a trip back to Paris. JP was about the only recurring stud who visited me in my dreams, his ass always needing another slam-fucking, always his hot swimmer’s body inviting

The Marine's Hamstring Gets A Hot Medic Strung Out - Part 1

I’d got to the medical suite about twenty minutes before the time the doctor had set up for me with his medic who did physical therapy, and the nurse had told me to go from the medical suite in the embassy office building to the gym – in the men’s locker room there was a therapy room, and that was where I was to wait. I went into the small, windowless room – there were some workspaces around the

The Marine's Hamstring Gets A Hot Medic Strung-Out - Part 2/end

At 1839 a soft knock at the door of my quarters had me stopping my pacing and making a beeline for the door. He was even cuter than before, wearing khaki slacks and a green shirt that was roughly the shade of his eyes. He was grinning up at me, just standing there, until I realized I was filling the doorway. I stood to the side, and as he walked in past me he deliberately brushed against me.

The Marine's Hamstring Gets a Hot Medic Strung-Out Part 2

I’d got to the medical suite about twenty minutes before the time the doctor had set up for me with his medic who did physical therapy, and the nurse had told me to go from the medical suite in the embassy office building to the gym – in the men’s locker room there was a therapy room, and that was where I was to wait. I went into the small, windowless room – there were some workspaces around the

The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 1

The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 1I’d just been cycled back stateside after a traumatic deployment, first to Kuwait, then to Iraq. It was my first combat mission, which I’d done everything I could to get. Chalk that up to the arrogant stupidity of my youth.I was welcomed home with open arms, had a great posting and had been promoted. “Captain Cate” had a

The Marine, His PTSD, The Gunnery Sergeant And His Son – Part 2 / Conclusion

I contentedly lay in Ron’s bed after we’d fucked ourselves out, the cords of his muscular arms comfortingly holding me tight, and his chest hair, sweaty and cummy from his forceful eruption, soft against the side of my face. The rise and fall of his of his pecs as he breathed served to lull me into near-sleep. I drifted in his sweaty embrace, inhaling the smell of our sex.I felt safe . . .

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Deux

We were in Jim’s big, sporty BMW on our way home together, leaving the District. He was driving, as was his preference, though I’d driven in from my office at the Pentagon to pick him up. “Oh, and Clancy called to confirm that his guys delivered the bricks and sent some photographs for me to confirm he’d delivered what we’d chosen.” He picked up his Galaxy 3 off the console and handed it across

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Part 3

When we woke after our post-fuck(s) nap, it was the middle of the morning. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d slept in until nearly ten. Oh, right – we never had! Sure we were up fucking from just after five until nearly eight, but still, it wasn’t like us to oversleep. Jim held me tight against him, even though we were both awake. “I meant what I said, Bill,” he said, almost

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man - Part 4 Oh And The Contractor

I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a

The Marine, The Attorney And The Voyeur Yard Man And The Contractor - Part 5

I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a

The Naive Marine Lieutenant Plays With The NFL

I was on leave and had caught transport to the first place I could find with sun. Turned out to be Tampa. I went to the Grand Hyatt and sort of crashed the pool. OK, I totally crashed it. I wasn’t a checked-in guest, and had no hope of being one on my budget, but I thought the pool would be a great place to enjoy some sun. I was right about that. Not only was there plenty of sun, but there

The Young Marine Takes To The Courts

I was a captain stationed at the American Embassy in Paris when I was twenty-five. I had been assigned to the Ambassador’s personal staff, and he and his wife had taken a liking to me right off. They were going to be attending Wimbledon that year as a guest of one of the Queen’s cousins, the Duke of Kent, with whom the ambassador had served on a UN peace-keeping mission in Cyprus. The

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