A Few Good Men 1: Enlisted
It all started when my Dad caught me with Kevin. I was 17 and he was nearly 19. We'd met in Graphic Arts class in High School and though it's another story, suffice it to say Kevin and I had developed a sexual relationship that had reached a fevered pitch. We'd just learned the pleasures of buttfucking and were practicing it just about every day. Each day it got better and better. Kevin was a master cocksman and I was an eager bottom. We'd fucked enough times that we knew what each other liked and so the sex was always hot and nasty. That's why we never heard my Dad come home.
As usual, we were in my room on my bed. Also as usual, I was laying on my back, legs spread, my knees on Kevin's shoulders while he fed my butt 8 inches of hard uncut cock. He'd taught me just how hot it could be to take dick and I was fast on my way to becoming the insatiable bottom I am today. As so many times before, Kevin had already painted my tonsils with a hot load of spunk earlier so our fuck was awesome. And loud. The way Kevin would put me through the paces drove me wild and I let him---and the whole world---know it. That's really why I never heard my Dad until I saw him standing in the doorway of my room.
He freaked fucking out! My Dad started yelling and swinging all at the same time. Kevin literally had to fight my Dad off while pulling his pants on. Then he had to fight his way out of the house. I wasn't so lucky. I had to stand a face the music as it were. What followed were a few days of absolute hell and tense negotiations. The hell was living with my Dad and his non-stop ranting about having a faggot for a son. The negotiations were actually me begging him not to file charges against Kevin for fucking a minor. Finally, when all was said and done, the only way I could get away from my Dad and keep him from having Kevin locked up was to agree to my Dad's demands that I enlist in the Marines. He said they'd make a man out of me. Little did he know how true that was.
Even the sick feeling I had two weeks later while riding on the bus to Boot Camp was better than living with my Dad. The sense of dread I had at what the next 4 years of my life was going to be like was still a picnic compared to the verbal and physical abuse I'd gotten at home. Frankly, I was relieved that I was out of the house.
Boot Camp wasn't too bad. I was in great physical shape to begin with and those weeks just served to hone me into a tightly muscled fighting machine. Even though I was surrounded by awesome examples of maleness 24 hours a day I was careful to avoid any obvious interest in any of my fellow Marines. It wasn't so hard to do because I was scared at the prospect of being outed. All went well and before long I graduated from Boot Camp and moved on to my first assignment.
It wasn't until about a year after Boot Camp that I was brave enough to venture out into the gay world. It took me that long to lessen my fear of discovery. Once I did, gay life wasn't hard to find mind you. Just outside of Camp Pendleton there's a whole gay scene teeming with activity. Over the course of the next year I had several encounters with men. Some were other Marines but most were men into Marines. Generally, there was no pretense of my encounters being anything more than sexual.
Early on in my adolescence I had learned that my good looks turned heads. It was the girls' reactions to me that I'd noticed first. That was just ok. Actually, it was an annoyance because I never really considered them interesting in a sexual way. It's when I was about 15 or 16 and the guys started paying attention that I really discovered who I was. Still and all, I'd only had a few hasty handjobs or blowjobs before I got caught in Kevin's spell in high school.
I've been told that a lot of guys are intimidated by my good looks. So, it's mainly been the aggressive guys that have hit on me from the moment I stepped a foot into that first gay bar. The bold and ballsy ones. Almost always they're tops. And that's a good thing because that's just the kind of man I like.
I was only 18 going on 19 when I went looking for dick for the first time in the bars in Oceanside. I was scared but too damned horny and naive to know what was up. I needn't have been scared. Right away it became obvious that I wasn't ever going to have a problem finding a man to make me feel good. I wanted to get laid and laid I got! Lots of guys hit on me. Some were hot and some were not. Most got a shot at me though. I was young, dumb and full of cum and there were plenty of takers ready to relieve me of it.
I had lots of sex in those early days off base. And it was all good to a certain extent. It took several encounters before I figured out just what turned me on the most. I began to learn stuff. Like what kind of guy turned me on. And what kind of sex I liked the best and that kind of stuff. Finally I figured out what my type was. Taller than me. Muscular. Masculine. Rugged. Top. Dark hair. Hairy chest, belly, legs and butt. Good kisser. So, after several encounters, I began to go for only the guys that were closer to my type.
Boot Camp had bulked my 5'9" frame up from 145 lbs at enlistment to 160 lbs at graduation. I'd perfected that with a work out regimen that got noticeable results. I'd carefully developed sizeable arms, firm and pronounced pecs and ripped abs. Add that to the muscular legs and a high and tight bubble butt mother nature gave me. All that with the 31" waist I've had since puberty. Although blonde, my skin easily takes a dark tan. I'm told my big blue eyes look deep into a man's soul.
I don't have much hair on my body. At least not on my arms, chest and belly. Ditto for my butt. What hair I do have is naturally blond. I've got a little under my arms. There's also a tiny swirl around my navel that travels in a straight line down to where it joins a crop that hugs tightly to the base of my dick. Completely missing my balls it then dives between my legs and disappears but not before it surrounds my pucker ever so lightly. I'm not sure why, but my legs are the hairiest part of my body.
Earlier I said that it took several encounters before I figured out just what I was looking for. In a sense that's not totally accurate. I always knew that I was a bottom looking for a skilled top. That much was obvious. Given that proclivity, my hard bubble butt was a blessing. A blessing for me and the many top men that can't resist it.
I said I was naive. Naive yes, but not stupid. Always a sucker for a horny and aggressive top, it didn't take me long to discover that the men that I found sexy and that really turned me on weren't always drop dead handsome. When I listened to my dick it seemed that the results were better. Some of the best fucks of my young life were from guys who weren't necessarily the best looking. Many times they were the ones that got me all hot and bothered before even laying a hand on me.
Sergeant Kiley was one such guy. He was 30 and built like a brick shithouse. He was a rugged man of Irish descent with a thick pelt of dark hair just about all over his body. Far from ugly, he had a gap in his front teeth and a crooked nose that kept him from winning any beauty contests. Yet he couldn't have cared less. He carried himself like the cocksure man I grew to know he was. Because CamPen was a behemoth base staffed with tens of thousands of men not surprisingly I'd never seen him. Besides, he was assigned to a completely different area on the base than I was.
Kiley had pursued me pretty aggressively from the get go. I was comfortable in my usual little corner of the bar when he kind of invaded my space. I politely blew him off a couple of times but he just came back for more when he'd see me again. Finally I gave in one slow night when he bought me a beer on the sly. Not being 21 had it's disadvantages. Attracting men over 21 did. We shot the shit for about 45 minutes before I started warming up to him. He had a great sense of humor and before long I was at ease. I started noticing things about him. Like his naturally masculine ways. The hair on his knuckles as he gestured while talking. The way his lip curled up on one side. His long fucking eyelashes. The scent of him. He smelled like a man. No cologne, no heavy deodorant, just the musk of a man. It was then I began to feel an attraction to him. Kiley's gaydar picked up on that and he never missed a beat.
What ensued was the most incredible night of mansex I'd ever had in my young life. In many ways that night with him and the many that followed are the best I've ever had in the sack. The foreplay started naturally and long before I even knew. My first clue should have been the throbbing boner in my pants!
The man was a master at sweet talk. Words poured off his tongue like nectar. It was then I noticed just how fucking sensuous his lips were. Sweet talk smoothly transcended into light touching. His rough man hands felt good when he gripped my arm when he laughed or made a point. The intense interest his eyes portrayed when I spoke coupled with the light stroking of my shoulder and side only heightened my awareness of the hazel color of his eyes. While I was mesmerized by his lips and eyes his talk took on a decided sexy edge. Sexy in tone and content. Concurrent with that his touch became more insistent. Even before I was aware of it he was purposefully stimulating my erroneous zones.
Before I knew it we were in his nearby off-base apartment. Kiley skillfully played me like a finely tuned instrument. His touch, his words, his manner and his outstanding prowess cast such a spell over me. Because of him I achieved sexual highs previously unknown. The memory of it all brings a smile to my face to this day. At a painstakingly slow pace, under his guidance, we progressed naturally from the most basic man to man maneuvers to a balls-out fuck scene that left me a changed man.
Kiley helped me discover erroneous zones I never knew I had. His sloppy, wet and deep kissing was like none I'd ever experienced. When his tongue swirled around my ears my skin exploded into a million goose bumps. Involuntary moans escaped me when he moved lower onto my neck. Noticing my reaction, he continued to pleasure me there. Laying on top of me he worked my neck hard as I thrashed in ecstasy below him. When he picked up the pace and worked my neck harder, I instinctively wrapped my legs around him until I was rubbing my butthole along the engorged shaft of his manhood. If there had been any previous doubt where the night was leading it was cleared up at that moment.
Neck work evolved into equally pleasurable tit work which moved lower onto my rippled and heaving belly before swooping down onto my 7 inches of drooling dickmeat. After deep throating me nearly to orgasm, he pulled off and bathed my balls in spit before maneuvering us into a 69 position. Once his cock was in position I worked the entire length of it like a starving man while he sucked me into oblivion. Suddenly he changed the whole pace of the action by moving around between my legs and lifting my legs in the air. What followed was what seems like hours of the most intense rimming. On my back, on my side, on all fours and finally on my belly, Kiley feasted on the tender inner flesh of my fuck hole like a man possessed. Sure, I'd had guys eat my butt before that night but, compared to Kiley, they were all amateurs. Kiley knew his was around a butt and wasn't afraid to show it. Finally, he once again turned me over onto my back, pushed my knees to my chest and deep tongued my hole until it was an undulating tunnel of fuck flesh. As he lowered my legs, I felt the cool sensation of lube being squeezed into me. I loved the way he took control.
Then the man crawled up my body, placing my knees on his shoulders. When his mouth closed over mine I smelled the scent and tasted the musk of my butt for the first time. The thought of it made my hole gape. As if guided by radar the slippery snout of his devildog dick found it's target. By the time he'd slipped his long and lean cock inside of me I was begging for it. Once buried to the balls, Kiley proceeded to show me what a true man fuck was. Varying depth and speed, he balled me for nearly an hour in every possible position all the while working my neck, tits and cock. The man had incredible staying power. Not until he got me off did he even show a hint of getting close to cumming.
After nearly fucking me off with his dick alone, he finished me off by moving his bone deep inside while rubbing his hairy belly against the sensitive underside of my cock while he gave my neck a heavy work out with his tongue. My orgasm started from my toes. Thrashing about below him, I gripped the Stud tightly while I spewed my spunk. His hardness felt awesome against my prostate as my hole tightened around it. It was only then that he began losing it.
Just as I was about shot out, his cock enlarged noticeably, his breathing became frantic and he buried his bone to the balls. That caused my hole to dilate, forcing yet more of my tender inner flesh onto his hardness. Kiley's eyes rolled back in his head and he rocketed a weeks worth of wad inside of me. His ball beer warmed the depths of my hole as he claimed me for his own. My hole seemed to grip and release him with the same rhythm of his ejaculation. I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to stay inside of me forever. I wanted to feel his maleness perpetually. As if he read my mind, he rolled me over, turning my sensitive inner flesh over his still hard cock, and lay on my back. As we lay there cooling off I could we could each feel our heartbeats in our coupling.
When I crawled out of his bed several hours and three glorious fucks later, I was hopelessly hooked on the man and his cock. He'd worked hard for my ass, treated it right and, by the dawn, he'd mastered it. Kiley owned my ass and he knew it. Until he shipped out for a new duty station some 3 months later, he dicked me several times a week with remarkable precision.
After Kiley left I spent months and months looking for a man that could master my butt with the same skill he had. I'd been through dozens of men with cocks of every size and shape and none of them seemed to be able to fuck as well as Kiley. I put out plenty in those ensuing months in my pursuit of penile perfection. Although many of those encounters were quite pleasurable, none came close to Kiley. Until I met Primer and Gunner that is. And that's another story!