AFTER THE NCO CLUB by Happenstance
WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex; this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business.
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AFTER THE NCO CLUB
I first saw Dim leaning against the wall in the museum smoking his pipe. That should tell you about how long ago this happened. He stood back and admired a large old oil of some Arab general on horseback waving his mighty scimitar, the very image of USMC "STRAC" in his perfectly pressed olive trousers and khaki blouse. As he was a corporal there wasn't a lot of extra medals cluttering up his chest, but since he was a marine he still had more badges than I, a mere Air Force type. His brow had a thoughtful furrow, unusual among the jarheads at the language school, who were mostly very young and actually worked at looking stupid. He looked as if he had discovered some important meaning in the painting in front of us. He, and I, were both about five years older than most of the troops on that trip to the San Francisco museum from the Defense Language Institute. He also had a carefully trimmed military mustache that singled him out among the other Marine trainees as being a prior enlistee. Since he looked vaguely like a shorter Tom Selleck, those five years looked damn good on him. Thanks to the usual paranoid bootcamp indoctrination, I had decided earlier that I would do all my playing off base. No one was going to tip to my "little secret". One look at Dim and I was determined that if I did any playing off base, he would my teammate.
Chatting him up was easy, I've seldom met a military man who doesn't want to hear how good he looks when he's gone to a lot of trouble with his uniform. Since Dim was inspection ready (and how I wanted to do a short arm inspection) I knew he would respond. The trick was going to be feeling him out to see if he was interested in some "team sports" without tipping off any of our classmates in the process. He puffed right up when I complimented him on how squared away he looked, and introduced himself as Lance Corporal Thomas Dimsdale. If you are familiar with military nicknames you'll figure that's why I call him Dim. That's only part of the reason. After we wandered the museum together that day with me hitting on him more and more openly, and him making some sincere, but clueless, attempts to impress me with his intellect by commenting on the art; I'm afraid Dim was the only name that seemed appropriate to me. He was sweet, sexy as hell, and dumb as a post. Of course, I probably didn't come off as any Einstein. The prominent bulge in the front of his trou, as is he'd discovered the jock strap version of the wonder bra, and that incredible devil-dog bubble butt, kept a good portion of my mind occupied.
He went out of his way to sit beside me on the trip back to the Presidio, so things were progressing, but we were heading back to an environment where we had little free time and there were a lot of prying eyes. I realized it was going to take an effort to land him and it probably wouldn't happen soon. I settled in to my seat to enjoy the view, him, although I pretended I was looking out the window. Every time we hit a bump and our legs brushed each other, I nearly shot off in my shorts. I could tell that even if he wasn't interested, he really liked me, because he was telling me all those really embarrassing personal things that buddies tell each other. Not that I heard much other than fantasizing about the sound of his deep voice, but I tuned in long enough to catch a remark about his wife and his infant son. My hopes crashed. Oh well, I thought, the view would just have to be enough. I made an effort to memorize the shape of his jaw, so he could star in that evening's lonely night back at the barracks flogging the old dolphin. At least I'd found some new jerk off material.
It turned out Dim wasn't that easy to shake. He was having trouble in language class and since he was several weeks behind me he wanted to know if I would tutor him. He lived off base with his wife and came to my room to study because "it was too noisy at home". Whether he was wearing his tailored uniform pants or his too-tight gym shorts, his crotch always seemed to grow as we worked. After we reviewed, he would leaf through the old girlie magazines I kept in my locker as cover, and bemoan the fact that his wife had lost all interest in "taking care of him," since she'd had the baby. Sometimes he'd rub "ol' snake" and sigh sadly. She'd always told him it was too big for comfort, he confided in me one night. Still, he resisted any suggestions I made that would have gotten us off base and alone together. I was beginning to think that he was some entrapment scheme that the Office of Special Investigations had dreamed up, because no one could be that stupid. Three guys on my floor had already been bounced for being gay and there was no fucking way I was going to do something in the barracks where anyone could just walk in. Still, he was so damn studly. Like someone passing a highway accident, I couldn't help but look.
And I jerked myself into a stupor whenever I was alone. He was driving me crazy. I decided I would have to cut him off before the scene became too totally pathetic.
Mercifully, resolution came suddenly. He showed up at my door, a few beers to the good, to tell me his wife had left him. Her reasons were financial, he'd never learned to balance the check book. Sadly, I knew it was true. He asked me if I'd like to go out with him to score some pussy. Well, I'd come this far. I told him I'd have some drinks with him, but I wasn't really up for wasting my time chasing a lot of stuck up bitches. But hey, if that was what he wanted, I was his bud. I could hang.
When we got to the NCO club, he asked if I could float the money for the drinks. I began to suspect that I was being played, but he opened up with an amazingly sensitive and endearing attempt to figure out what had gone wrong with his marriage. Unfortunately, it was obvious he had no clue. I began to sympathize with his wife. We were interrupted by three beautiful and well dressed women about our own age who asked if they could share our table. Figuring it was time for the pussy hunt portion of the evening, I said sure. I thought if Dim got hooked up quickly enough I could get home to my, by now habitual, spanking of my monkey. I did my best to charm the pants off of them; and they were really fine looking. If I were straight I would have fucked them. And I could tell they were into Dim's marine-made studmuffin body almost as much as I was. Dim, however, switched gears so fast he made my head hurt. Suddenly he was the typical crude talking jarhead jerk on the make. It was "bitch" this, and "cunt" that, and very quickly we were alone again. I thought maybe he was just a total dipshit when it came to women, then he confides in me that those chicks seemed awful drunk and wasn't I glad he got rid of them. That scotched it, I knew there and then that I was going to fuck Dim's ass or die in the attempt. Even if he didn't realize what a total prick tease he was, I was going to pork him on sheer principle.
I told him that I wanted to go back to his place, because I was smashed and didn't want to risk getting busted by the guard at the gate. He didn't put up much resistance, especially when I offered to buy one more six pack on the way. The guy had turned into one expensive date, but I was beyond worrying about the money. I wanted into that high and tight devildog ass. When we hit his place, which was seriously empty due to wife induced lack of furniture, I asked where he kept his fuck books. He brought them out and we chugged back a couple of beers while I read smutty stories to him from the letter columns. Right on schedule, he started rubbing his package and complaining about how he wished "those bitches" hadn't taken off. That was my cue, soon I would be inside his ass or out on mine.
"Marine, get your hand off your fucking dick!" I shouted. "If you're going to play with it, then take it out and play with it. Don't sit around and whine like some maggot-assed wuss! Drop trou and whip the fucker out!" He looked up at me surprised -- not angry or frightened, just surprised. Then he stood up and took off his jeans and sat back down on the couch, in his underwear, looking back at me. "Those pansy french briefs too, Dim!" Somehow, I had expected boxers. As he took them off I turned away and continued my performance. "I finally figured out what your problem is, you stupid jarhead, you need a daddy. You need someone to make those tough decisions for you. Well, boy, this is your lucky day, cause Hap is your buddy. He knows what's best for you and he's going to help you out." I turned around slowly to find him standing at attention, naked.
I nearly lost my head of steam when I finally saw that incredible body for the first time. He wasn't as cut as when we first met. His wife had managed to put a little paunch on him. But, the rest was number one prime GI goods. His dick wasn't hard but it was getting there, the head was starting to slid out of the foreskin. Either his wife had been trying to boost his ego, or she hadn't seen many cocks. It wasn't long but it was real thick, looking kind of like a fireplug on that whipcord body. It was hot and sexy, but it definitely was not "too big". I took my time and looked him over from head to toe, turning it into an inspection.
I reached out and put my hand on his hint of a beer gut. "You've been letting yourself go soft Corporal." I gave him a gentle smack on his belly just above his dick, "You've been fucking up." His marine saber slid further out of its sheath. He avoided looking me directly in the eyes. I had found the buttons to push. "Well, Dim, buddies don't let their buddies fuck up. Hap is your buddy, and your buddy's here to motivate you." I ran my hand between his thighs. They started to tremble. I gripped his balls and slowly squeezed. "Whatever it takes." His prick went full hard and bobbed to the rhythm of his heartbeat. "We're going to get your act together." I twisted his nuts. Maybe his wife hadn't been kidding his cock got almost as big around as a beer can and was starting to leak. " A real man takes the pain, and it makes him stronger." I thought I was laying it on a little thick but I heard a sigh escape from his lips as I pinched both of his nipples slowly with my nails. I moved closer, still fully dressed, till his dick was between my jeans covered legs. "Do you hear me, fuck up?" I whispered in his ear, as I grated my five o'clock shadow across his tender neck. I continued the whisker burn and slid my hands down to cup his ass. The fur on his butt was thick but silky smooth.
"Do you hear me!" I whispered harshly.
"Yes," he breathed, part answer, part sigh, part response to my fingers teasing his ass ring.
I stopped stroking his sphincter and looked him in the eyes. He tried to look away but stayed at position of attention. "Is that how you talk to your bud? Show your buddy some respect."
"Yes, Sir!" He barked and moved his rosebud back and forth on my fingers. I chewed my way up his neck. I could feel his precum leaking through the legs of my jeans. The heat of his body penetrated mine. My cock ached as it tried to escape my pants. I jammed my sweaty middle finger up into his hole to the knuckle at the same time I tried to bite through his neck. The bastard shuddered like an epileptic and sighed like a baby. Then I felt it, the whole inner thighs of my jeans were covered in cock snot. The shithead's cum launcher had just exploded and shot his load all over my lap. I'll say one thing for the corporal, he never broke ranks, but he was practically purring as his eyes stayed locked on the floor.
I wasn't about to let him off that easy. For one thing I didn't want to play that tired "Boy, were we drunk last night" game, besides I'd waited a long time for this. "Is this how you show your bud you're grateful for the attention he has shown your unworthy ass. I ought to split right now." I noticed his cock was still bobbing stiffly between my legs. I pushed him to his knees. "Show me you're sorry you got your nasty spooge all over my jeans, Dipshit. What kind of pathetic loser humps his buddy's leg like a dog in heat? Lick your mess up, Corporal!" He slurped and sucked, working my thighs and jock so hard he almost got a load of mine mixed up with his own. I tugged his hair and arbitrarily forced his head around, just in case he was starting to forget who was boss. "Take my dick out," I commanded.
He just kneeled there looking hurt. "I ain't no queer, Hap."
I saw his point, a dirty little butt pig, maybe, but not a queer. "I know that, Dim. But your buddy just helped you out, didn't he." For emphasis I twisted a handful of his chest hair.
"YESSIR", he replied with appropriate feeling.
"And now, you could help him out, but you're just going to leave him hanging -- and you call yourself a marine. A marine does whatever it takes to finish the mission; he doesn't have to fucking like it."
That did the trick, as soon as we'd established that he wasn't blowing me because he liked it, he went to work like the Gung Ho little trooper he was. From his lack of technique, it was obvious he was a genuine mouth virgin. Still, he could have taught the Hoover company a thing or two about suction. I grabbed his ears and force fucked his face. He went wild and his cock started dripping again. His sweat glistened in the thick pelt on his chest. I guess, if I raped his throat then that meant he wasn't actually sucking my cock willingly. Ah, the sweet twisted logic of denial.
Of course by this time I was in love. I was in love with the way his bristly mustache felt on my dick. I was in love with the way my balls felt slapping against his chin. I was in love with the way his gullet milked my cockhead . I was in love with the way his close cropped hair felt as I pulled his head up and down. I was in love with the way he attacked my rod like he was taking a beachhead. Yeah, I'd say it was pure love I was feeling.
Apparently Dim was feeling something, too. "C'mon bitch, put some heart in it," I gasped out, getting close to jettisoning a bomb bay full of slimy paratroopers, and pulled his chest hair hard. I heard him whine as I grabbed the back of his neck and started really slamming it down his throat, then I felt a blast of hot syrup hit my left ankle. Damned if he hadn't cum again. I've heard of easy to please but this man was ridiculous. "You selfish jarheaded son of a bitch," I managed to mutter before I felt my nuts turn inside out and start firing across his dancing tongue. I pulled out and gave his mustache a creamy frosting, then further wet down his chest hair. When my vision came back, I decided, maybe I wasn't all that angry at Dim anymore. I reached down and ran my hand across the wet bristles on the back of his neck. Still kneeling, he looked at me with the lazy satisfaction of an overfed cat and absentmindedly licked at what was left of my salty salvo as it dripped down his upper lip.
"Damn, Hap, I hope you're feeling a little less snarly, now." He said as he got up from the floor. " You were kinda' wound up." He looked at me out of the corner of those clear green eyes and I knew he was about to say something stupid. "Y'know, we drank way too much -- I probably won't remember any of this in the morning."
Oh, fuck it, I thought, why fight it. "You're probably right Dim, why don't we just get some sleep." I sighed as we went upstairs to his bedroom. He looked at me funny, I guess it wasn't the answer he expected. "But, it sure is nice to know that I got a pal that cares enough to keep me in line," he confided as he crawled onto the bed.
Looking down at that fuzzy bubble butt, I remembered that I hadn't followed through on my promise to myself. "Hey, that's what buddies are for. And don't worry about remembering anything in the morning, I just thought of a way to remind you," I said as I patted his ass. Then, I kissed him goodnight on the forehead. Only queers kiss on the lips.
I rolled over the next morning and felt my leg brush Dim's EMHO. It wasn't so much a tent pole as a tent peg, but it looked like a decent lip stretcher with its blunt squat shape. I leaned over and slid my tongue inside his foreskin, between the cockhead and its sheath. What a fine way to start a Saturday. I ran my tongue around that groove until his foreskin pulled completely back. Then I began a gentle pistoning motion. Dim sighed and twitched appreciatively but seemed caught in a deep dream. Every so often he would murmur to himself, soft contented sounds. I rolled his fuzzy balls in my hands as I worked up and down his shaft, popping my lips over his flange on the upswing. He was so fine, and at least until he woke up, he was all mine. I spiraled my lips up and down savoring his seeping dick lube. His peg pulsed in my mouth, muscle contractions making it jump on my tongue. I worked slowly, worshiping his bulbous rod. Then his dick jerked in my mouth gushing a little precum.
"Please Hap," he whispered, in a teasing voice, "don't make me suck your cock again. It's so big, it hurts my jaws." He was making gentle thrusting motions as he spoke and I could see his eyes twitching through closed lids. The little perv was talking in his sleep. His dream fantasy seemed to be turning him on because his rod just kept getting harder in my mouth as he lazily fucked my throat.
I let some of the spit that spilled out of the side of my mouth roll down his balls and soak my fingers. With soft motions, I began to gently rub back and forth along the base of his penis, all the way back between his legs, paying particular attention to his protruding asshole. As I tongued and sucked him I worked his butthole, slowly and carefully teasing it open, stretching it ... getting it ready. The feeling of my thumbs catching and dragging across his sphincter as I pumped them in and out got me really worked up. As I picked up the pace of my blowjob, I thumb fucked him more roughly, feeling his cock start to clench up in my mouth. I realized it was time to get serious, driving his GI dick in and out of my mouth as fast as I could. I kept up his interior butt massage as well. Suddenly his ass ring slammed shut around my thumbs so hard I wasn't sure I'd ever get them back. At the same time Dim's eyes snapped open wider than I've ever seen them, then shut tight. He threw his head back into the pillow, howled like a throttled cat, and coated my booze-dehydrated esophagus with a massive dose of soothing spooge.
"What are you doing to me?" He asked suspiciously. His asshole was still stretched tight around my thumbs.
As I continued to work my thumbs in and I out, I explained, "Last night you said you were too drunk to remember what happened this morning. So I volunteered to remind you when you woke up."
"We didn't, I mean, I didn't do anything queer, did I?" He looked down and refused to meet my gaze.
Still working his shitter, I snarled at him, "Belay that marine! I'll tell you what happened last night! As a matter of fact I'll show you, so that if anyone asks you'll know what to tell them." I gave him a vicious stab with my fuck finger, then moved up so my engorged tool was dangling in front of his lips. Using my hips I slid it back and forth across his lips. "Do me a favor and wet this up so I can show you what we did last night." His eyes pleaded with me to stop, but he took my cockhead in his mouth and slowly began sucking it. "Get busy on that, I don't have all fucking day, " I demanded. I grabbed his head and used my leverage to get in a few rough thrusts, then I pulled out and started running my wet cock back and forth across his asshole.
"Why are you playing with my butt, we didn't--?" His question trailed off.
"If you'd stop interrupting, I'd show you. You picked up one of those chicks at the NCO club last night." I was gently pushing the snout of my rockhard pud against his spit slicked opening.
"I did?" he asked incredulously.
"Sure, I watched the whole thing. You laid her back on the bed here and shoved her legs against her chest, just to show her you meant business, like this." I grabbed his thighs and pushed them up tight against his furry pecs. "And then you teased her awhile by putting just the head of your dick in and out of her hot greasy cunt hole." I proceeded to act out my description. My cock was like a rail road spike as I forced the snout into his pucker and then popped it back out. "That got her so juiced she couldn't wait to have you shove the whole thing in her, all the way up her cooze."
His eyes were starting to close, "Yeah, I think I remember. Then I shoved it to her as hard as I could." His pink opening kept kissing the tip of my cock as it anticipated my next thrust.
"No not right away, you wanted to show her who was boss. You kept on teasing her. Made her beg for it." I forced the head in and out of his hole again and again as he desperately tried to clench his sphincter and hold on.
"Did she beg? Did she say something like 'Please fuck me hard Daddy! Ram that fucker up my hungry snatch until I squeal. I'm your pussy, Daddy. Please, use your pussy, Daddy," He pleaded, looking me evenly in the eyes.
"See, you do remember. That's exactly what you wanted to hear so you rewarded her by slamming up her cunt as hard as you could." I demonstrated, bringing a grunt from him as air was forced from his lungs by my thrust. "Because she was being a good bitch, you rewarded her by fingering her clit." I grabbed a hold on his dick, which was leaking sticky strands all over his belly, and started to stroke it; using it like the horn on a saddle as I porked him. I suppose I could have been gentle and not taken him like a two dollar whore. But hey, I had his reputation to think of, I was showing him what a hard corps fucker he was. It would just embarrass him if I came on all mushy. Besides, it was payback for all the long frustrating study sessions, when he'd lay on my bed in the barracks; his body begging me to fuck it, and his brain too stupid to figure it out. "Then you started long dicking her, taking your time, stirring her snatch up with your cock. You made sure you worked her good."
By this time I was managing to hit his prostate on every other fuck-thrust or so. He just grunted and more precum would roll out onto his belly every time I scored the bull's eye. "She loved it, she just begged for more."
"She begged for me to bite her tits, to really use her fucking nipples, " He panted, moving ahead of me in the game. I started working his nipples with my teeth as I continued to jerk the foreskin up and down the head of his oozing scud. I was merciless, pulling them and chewing hard. "Yeah--Yeah that's it, that's just the way I did it, only more." God if I'd chewed them very much harder he wouldn't have any nipples left. I started clamping my teeth on his hairy pecs. "And I really slammed it to her hard.
I made sure she felt it, because that's what the bitch deserved." He barely spit the words out except when my meat pounded up into his body, forcing the air though his lips. "Oh, god, that's it! Just like that! Oh, god, yes! I used her -- she was just a cheap fuck pig. She begged me to let her cum but I kept her right at the edge." I pounded his butt again and again.
Finally, after a particularly intense session of stirring his guts, I leaned down and sucked and bit his neck like I was going for blood. Abruptly, his steaming jarhead snatch danced on my dick like an electrocuted centipede and cum geysered out of his cock slit. It went everywhere, on the walls, in our hair, in my eyes. He gargled something incoherent and his ass muscles grabbed my prick in a stranglehold, as if they were determined to pull me into his butt. That was all it took for me, my brain made a serious attempt to shoot itself out through my gonads. Everything else shut down but a thousand screaming neurons trying to get my attention.
When I finally got my brain cells back on line, I pulled my deflating pud out of his devirgined marine twat and flopped down beside him. "That's about all that happened."
He tuned to face me, running his hand affectionately across my chest. "No, now you're forgetting stuff, dude. Then she kissed me, like this." He put a lip lock on me that threatened to suck my tongue out of my mouth. At least it might have if his tongue hadn't wrestled it into submission. Just as I managed to recover from my surprise and start to enjoy it, he broke away, and got up on his hands and knees. "And then I think I fucked her doggie style," he said wiggling his ass in invitation. "Think you can 'remember' for me how that went?"
Things were fun between me and Dim for a while. Then, he had to move back into the Marine barracks, since he was single again, so we couldn't do the deed quite as often as I would have liked. Also, he was still deep into this "not queer" thing, which meant that while I could pretty much do anything with him I wanted, I had to initiate everything. Well, not everything, about once every two weeks or so he'd tell me he was horny and ask if I wanted to go on a pussy hunt with him. The only pussy that ever got bagged was the one between his legs.
Now, I'm not one of those confirmed "no one will ever top me" types. Sure, I'm not much for bottoming, but once in a while it's ok, especially if the other guy is really into it. I don't know if Dim ever wanted to top me or not. He sure had a hungry ass. I do know he really loved being taken 'against his will'. It let him pretend he was just a straight boy helping out his queer buddy. Right, while milking my cock with his ass muscles and squealing like an overstuffed pig.
I guess I should have been thankful, I was fucking one of the hottest guys I'd ever known on a regular basis. And, who had time for a lot of emotional baggage. We were in language class from sunrise till five, and studying until lights out. Between PT, uniform and room inspections, our free time was nonexistent. Then again, there were the ongoing witch-hunts; they had thrown out 5 guys for sucking the occasional cock in the time I'd been at the school. The rest of us were paranoid as hell. So, I suppose there were worse things than having a fuck buddy who was in total denial. I sure didn't have to worry that he'd tell anyone what we did in those hotel rooms we rented so 'we wouldn't have to walk back to base drunk'.
The one fly in the ointment was SSgt Tom Bronski. He was a marine living on Dim's floor of the barracks. He was about the same age as Dim and I, but since he'd been in the Marines since he was 17, he outranked us both by several stripes. Of course with me being an Air Force puke it wouldn't have mattered to Bronc if I were a Colonel. He was a very youthful but brawny thirty, with the lantern jaw and Neanderthal brow ridge that cartoon marines are famous for. His nose had obviously been broken at some time but had healed in that tough way that makes a man who might have been too pretty, ruggedly sexy. Everything about him was rough, from the engineer boots he favored off duty to his cowhide flight jacket, everything except his eyes. Hidden under that caveman brow were the sweetest brown eyes I'd ever seen. They were so soulful they made Bambi look cynical. Which didn't change the fact that Bronc was the surliest SOB I'd run into since joining the service. And it didn't help the fact that every time Dim and I walked through the barracks I could feel Bronc glaring at us. I don't think he knew why we spent time together, I just think he didn't approve of Dim being friends with a zoomie. It got so I began to expect to see Bronc leaning against his door as we went by, an unlit cigar clenched in his teeth. My paranoia shifted into overdrive.
One Friday, after a really tough day, Dim and I drifted into the back bar at the NCO club. I was kind of honked because not only had I gotten a bad mark on an inspection that morning, but it looked like Dim wasn't going to let me practice take-off and landings up his not quite so tight ass that night. I was sitting down to a Bourbon and coke when who should sidle up to the next seat but SSgt Bronski. He leaned over and in a slightly alcohol slurred voice whispered, "Look, it's Dimsdale's Air Force pussy." Believe it or not, that was the way some of the marines talked all the time. The correct response was to snarl back, sort of like dogs pissing to mark their territory. "What's your major malfunction, Bronc," I growled.
"Dear John, " he said. His girlfriend had written him a break-up letter. He was a man of few words, I'd always suspected it was because he didn't know many.
"Bitch dumped you?" I asked. He nodded.
"Buy you a beer?" He nodded. He downed the beer.
"Another," I asked? He nodded again.
"Pool?" Another nod.
After several games of pool and several beers, I asked him, "You all right?"
He punched my arm and answered, "Yeah." Then I saw a thought flit across those deep brown eyes. "You're all right for an Air Force faggot."
By this point I was pretty sure he hadn't figured Dim and me out, because in some sort of military reverse psychology, the only time you didn't tease somebody about being queer is if you really thought they were queer. Hey, don't expect me to explain it, that's just the way it usually works.
"I thought you didn't like me, " I joked
"Have to give you a hard time, you're a zoomie faggot." Then he threw back his head and barked "Marine Corps, Semper Fi, Ooooh Raaah!!!" I hated when they did that. Return barks sounded from around the room.
"The Air Force beat your ass at pool, cocksucker." I said, handing him another beer.
"By one game" he countered. "Let's arm wrestle, I'll show you who's top."
He hunkered down and put his arm up. I figured 'what the hell', I'd just let him beat me and we could get back to our beers. The game was over quickly. I put up enough of a fight so he felt good about winning. To tell the truth, judging from the size of his biceps, he probably would have beaten me anyway. Watching him flex those corded arms gave me the beginnings of a woody and I had to really concentrate to keep from licking the sweat off of his thick neck.
As soon as he won, he let out another series of barks. If he'd thumped his chest, I wouldn't have been surprised. Then amazingly, he bought me a beer. "Have a beer, wuss-boy," he sneered pushing it toward me. It was at that moment, when things were going pretty normal, that my sadistic side decided to take over.
"Got a bet for you Bronc. It's real easy, but I bet a grunt buttboy like you can't handle it."
"The Marines can take anything the Air Force can dish up." I thought to myself that Dim sure could. I wondered if Bronc could handle it, but I'd probably never find out. Anyway, I had a bet to win.
"Bet you can't put that 8-ball in your mouth." I said casually. He was suspicious.
"That's too easy. Dumb fuckin' zoomie." He sneered.
"Betcha a blow job. If you can get it in, I'll suck your puny diseased USMC crank."
"I oughta make you do it, you dumb shit. Watch this..." With some pushing, prodding and stretching the 8-ball went past his teeth. He looked at me triumphantly; cheeks bulging like a crazed chipmunk. "FWHEN THO I DET MY VLOW ZHOV," he laughed, his mouth stuffed full. I found the sight strangely sexy, as if it was my balls in there. I stood for awhile, laughing with him.
"Double or nothing, I get to fuck your ugly ass...if you can't get it back out." I shrugged my shoulders.
"FWHAT???" He exploded. He tried to push it out with his tongue, but that was trapped under the ball when he put it in. He tried to open his jaws wide enough for it to fall out, but that didn't work either. He tried pushing it out from the sides with his fingers, but his jaws wouldn't open wide enough. He looked at me, panic spreading across his rugged face. It was perfect. For those few minutes, gagged with the pool ball in his gizzard, I had him completely under my control. 220 pounds of rock hard marine at my total mercy, I still pop a boner just thinking back on it.
"Its okay, I can get it out. But let's go back to the barracks, I don't want anyone to see you looking this stupid. But before we go, you give, right? I win the bet?"
He nodded, looking miserable "Theeuww Fwin." He mumbled.
"Okay, Let's go. I'll have your ugly face back to normal in no time."
As an NCO, Bronc got his own room, so I knew we wouldn't run the risk of being disturbed. I told him to lay back on his bed and just relax for a minute and take a few deep breaths through his nose. I was a little afraid that if he panicked and puked before I got the ball out he would die. Once he was calm I stood him up and moved around behind him. I had him bend over. I bent over, too, and using my thumbs on pressure points in his jaw popped his mouth as wide open as it would go. I told him to use his fingers on each side of his cheeks to pull the ball out, while I had his jaws open. The ball popped right out.
He sucked in a huge breath. "God, Thank you man," he said in an exhale. If he had felt my raging boner between his butt cheeks as I helped him out, he didn't let on. We sat back on his bed and each sucked back a beer. Suddenly, I realized that those puppy dog eyes were locked on me from beneath his gorilla brow ridge.
"What?" I said.
"Thanks, man."
"For what, I got you to stick a pool ball in your mouth."
"Hey, you were just showing me who was top, I can understand that." "So what are you thanking me for?"
"For not embarrassing me in front of my troops. If I had spoofed you, I would have gotten everyone over and shown them what a pathetic flyboy dipstick you are."
"So instead, it's just you and me who know what pathetic jarhead queer-bait you are."
He laughed, but his eyes searched mine. "I really appreciated you listening to me talk about my girl friend. I couldn't do that with the guys in the squad. She really tore me up."
"I know, it's okay" Oh great, it's like Androcles and the lion. I pulled a thorn out of his paw and now we've bonded.
Then he did something that nearly gave me a heart attack. Still looking deep in my eyes, he bent over and kissed me softly, like a blushing fourteen-year-old virgin. Too stunned to do anything but let myself be kissed, I sat there and felt his tongue tentatively enter my mouth. I kissed him back, for one long minute it was like Romeo and Juliet. Well, maybe Romeo and Mercutio, but still painfully romantic. Then reality intruded.
Hating myself, I asked him, "Do you really want to do this?" I couldn't believe I was letting him off the hook.
"Well," he said, "I ain't no fag or nothin', but Dim and I got drunk one night and he told me how you suck him." Yeah, I thought, but not how I fuck him, I'll bet. "Well, you ain't such a bad guy, for a queer and all."
So I was wrong, he'd had my number all along. "And me, I need a buddy right about now." Suddenly I realized why Dim had disappeared earlier. The son of a bitch had ratted me out and then, when he saw me talking to his Squad leader, had scampered off. He was going to pay out the ass, literally, later. As all this nonsense was going through my head, Bronc slid his arms around me and kissed me again. I was amazed that someone that strong could be so gentle. He treated me like he was afraid I might break. His ex-girl friend must have been an idiot. As we tongue wrestled, it occurred to me that someone had forgotten to tell him that straight boys don't kiss.
For a straight boy, he was surprisingly aggressive, in a naive way. He pulled my tee shirt up and slowly licked and sucked my nipples hard. When my hands worked their way across his wide pecs, he moaned in pleasure, like a parched man given a glass of water. I decided it was time, as designated faggot, to take the initiative, so I nibbled my way across his chest and up his thick plowboy neck. When my tongue found his ear, you would have thought it was a live wire I had stuck into him. He whimpered and purred and laid back, pulling me on top of him. I worked my way down his ripped abs, stopping to nip at his belly button, then I ran my tongue back and forth across his shorts.
"I owe you a blow job, from our arm wrestling match. Do you want it now?"
"Please," he sighed running his ham-like hands across my back. He laid his head back and shut his eyes.
"You have to ask me." I said firmly, looking up at him.
"Please, " he said looking down at me, his wide brown eyes liquid with longing.
"Tell me what you want me to do." I said, waiting for his surrender.
"I want you to suck my cock."
"Because you want it." I waited still forcing eye contact.
"Yes, I want you to do it. Eat my dick, please, Hap?" I think it was the first time he called me by my name.
"Just so we understand why I'm doing this. This isn't for me, this is for you." He nodded. Of course I was doing it for myself, I just wanted him to admit he needed me to do it, too
I undid his jeans and his rod bounced up and thwacked me underneath the chin. My god, he wore boxer shorts...Garfield boxer shorts. I got him out of those pronto. I found out later, his ex had given them to him. I was really learning to hate her. His cock was the perfect military weapon, snub nosed, fully loaded and standing at attention. The head was slightly over sized, giving it a mushroom like appearance. It wasn't especially long but it had a sturdy measure that was in exact proportion to his tank-like build. My mouth was actually watering so much that I easily slid down the whole thing in one smooth motion, till the head filled up the back of my throat. It fit, exactly as if it had been made to go there. I paused for a minute working my throat muscles. I looked up at him. He was watching me with an almost worshipful gaze. Good, he wasn't fantasizing I was his ex or some other woman. I resumed my own prayers on his domed minaret.
I can't remember when I've enjoyed eating a cock more. The physical sensation of it moving past my lips and tongue on each stroke nearly curled my toes back. Goose flesh rippled across his chest and his nipples drew up into fleshy points. His sensations seemed to feed back to me; it was as if I was sucking my own cock. As I teased and worked him toward his orgasm, I let my fingers burrow into his ass crack, that incredible gravity defying square jock butt. He sighed; air gently expelled from the very bottom of his lungs, and lifted his legs, surrendering his virgin rosebud to whatever my whims demanded. Gradually, I introduced him to a new sensual realm, slowly intruding finger after finger till I was sliding all four wet digits in and out. He wriggled and flexed his sphincter, maximizing the friction as I frigged his butt. He fucked his ass up and down on my hand as I continued to blow him. Passion overtook him, but it was a slow deep fire that started inside and worked out.
I drew up off his pussy rammer, jerking it with my free hand. "What do you want?"
He smiled an almost mindlessly lopsided smile. Drooling out of the corner of his mouth he said, "I guess I owe you a butt fuck, from our bet." I looked at him sternly. "This isn't a game. I want you to tell me what you want."
"That's the best blow job I've ever had, Hap. You're driving me out of my head."
"Is that what you want, just a blow job?" I asked, still stroking his cock, and his ass ring.
"No, I want you to fuck me. Put your dick inside me and use me till I forget her. Is that what you want me to say." He was nearly sucking my fingers into his asshole.
"It doesn't matter what I want. Not tonight, anyway. If I fuck you there's no pretending it didn't happen tomorrow. I'll have your cherry."
He shuddered, a little mini orgasm that sent small rivers of sperm trailing down the sides of his dick. Still with that goofy, dog-in-heat grin he said, "It will take more than getting corn holed by some pussy Air Force faggot to turn me queer. Give it to me."
"I want to see you finger fuck yourself while I get my cloths off. Work that ass and get it stretched for me." I threw off my tee shirt and started to undo my pants.
He did as I ordered, but told me, "Take your time, I want to see your body. I've imagined what you must look like, smooth or fuzzy, round or cut."
After I got naked I eased his legs up onto my shoulders. I ducked my head and drooled a long trail of spit into his crack. He watched me, looking down between our bodies. "God that's hot, " he said. "Nasty." "Show me what it feels like to be a bitch," he panted. Even when he talked dirty there was something vulnerable and sincere about it. He was surrendering the depth of his soul to me.
For a while I teased him, working just the head of my cock into his hole up to the flange. Slick and smooth, every stroke felt like a warm kiss from his ass lips. I kept it up, as if we had all the time on earth, until my curlies were tangling with his on the down stroke. Then I laid down on him, nearly searing myself on the heat of his hard flesh. I kissed him as deep as my tongue would go then, started teething on his ear lobes. The incongruity of it made it that much hotter, to be topping a man who could break me in half. As we made love our roles reversed, so slowly that I didn't notice when he began fucking his ass on my dick, instead of me fucking him. Abruptly his body collapsed in strange slow jerking motions, almost like palsy. His cock reared up and launched thick gobs of spooge at the headboard, some hitting the mirror on the wall and spattering. He came and came, like toy with a broken spring unwinding.
"Do you want to stop?" I asked him, working toward my own orgasm.
"No, please...fuck it all out of me, every drop."
I did my damnedest, fucking three more orgasms out of him, before he seemed to run dry. My crank was so sore and used that I began to lose my romantic view of things a bit. I wasn't sure if I could cum myself at that point. Lucky for me he had other ideas. "Now it's your turn," he drawled, lifting me off of him. I hung in the air, my stiffer rubbing trails between the pools of sperm on his belly. He lay me down beside him on the bed, then kneeled on the floor between my legs. I had assumed he was going to fuck me, but he looked up from between my legs on the floor and said, "Tell me what you need." He was full of surprises. Now I was the one that felt shy.
"Make love to me. I don't want to fuck; I want you to seduce me. Would you do that?"
"Why not? Sucking a little needle dick like yours probably doesn't even count as gay." He gave me a sweet amused smile and grabbed my hands, putting them behind his head. "Rub my high and tight. This is what a 100% squared away, good-to-go, Gung Ho blow job feels like. You're getting sucked off by the NCO of the quarter. "
What it felt like was heaven. He worshiped my cock, adored it, deified it. He did things with it I didn't think were humanly possible. And from time to time he looked up at me and let me know how much he was enjoying himself. God, it was like I was a violin and he just kept bowing my strings until the whole room rang with the sound. He worked my pecs over, too, slowly and incessantly. Finally, I was reduced to begging him to stop, and begging him not to. When I thought I absolutely couldn't take any more he eased one meaty finger up into me and found my prostate. He touched my button once, and it felt like the entire planet had shattered. I spasmed like an epileptic in overdrive. I don't know if I even shot. It was a body orgasm, and it seemed to last forever. After a while the aftershocks died away, and I could focus on his smug face.
"A marine always gives 110% to even the nastiest job."
"Was it that bad?" I asked, still not completely sure what we had shared.
"You gave me what I needed, Hap, I'll never forget it. It's tough to be on top all the time."
"I know," I said, tracing figure eights in his damp chest hair. He played the tough game, physically he was tough, but inside there was still an innocent little boy, a little boy I found I really liked. Oh, well, I figured it was about time for me to do the walk of shame back to my own barracks. "Everyone needs to feel small and protected, sometimes," he added, kissing me sweetly again on the cheek. "Sleep with me...we'll cuddle some more." And we did.
After that night, Bronc went back to chicks; it was as if I'd fucked every homosexual fantasy out of him. I went back to Dim, who knew something had happened with Bronc but not exactly what. It kept him on his toes. The bond between Bronc and I stayed strong, no one even thought about fucking with me as long as Bronc was assigned to the Presidio. And once in a great while, Bronc would ask me to sleep with him, like an older brother. We'd spend the night wrapped in each other arms, protecting each other from whatever the world could throw at us. Once in a while... well, usually...I'd get a boner some time during the night and he'd notice it. His hand would circle me and take me off, affectionately if not passionately. But as far as his desires went, my presence seemed to be enough. And so it went.
Looking back, in this world where everything needs to have convenient labels, I've wondered who was queerer. Was it Bronc, who once he'd tried sex with men didn't much want it but was no longer afraid of it, or Dim, who once he'd tried it couldn't get enough, but could never admit it?