Sean felt a sudden surge of pride as he heard his name called over the school's PA system. "Sean Brady, you are requested to report to your post immediately! Repeat, Sean Brady, report to your post immediately!" He closed his history book and stood up, kicking his chair back. He looked at Mr. Brown, the home-room teacher and got his nod to go. He strode out of the room with a feeling of embarrassed pride as the other students watched him leave. He was the only cadet firefighter in the school. "I'm going with you," Cody Hill said as he followed him out of the room. Sean was down the stairs and at the door before Cody caught up with him. It was a Catholic high school and he ducked into the chapel, knelt down and crossed himself and said a quick prayer. "Wait up!" Cody Hill called after him as he was going out the door. But Sean took off in a fast trot toward the parking lot. What the hell did he mean, wait up! Shit, didn't he get it? Cody caught up with him as Sean was opening the truck of his car to get his suit and gear out. "I'll help you," Cody said as he grabbed the heavy drab firefighter's suit with the bright yellow stripes out of the trunk. As he was peeling off his shirt, Sean heard the bell sound inside the school. Good, that meant there would be kids watching him from the windows.
He fumbled with his belt buckle then practically ripped the buttons of his jeans open. He kicked off his sneakers in the same motion that he took off his jeans. "Shit, man, you're stripping down in the parking lot," Cody said. "Do you see a changing room anywhere?" Sean said. "Hell, nobody's gonna mind," Cody said, laughing. "Shit half the school is probably watching you right now." "Nobody's gonna see any more than they see in gym class," Sean said as he pulled on the heavy pants. Cody had his firefighter's boots set out ready and he held them for Sean to step into them. Then he held his coat for him to slip on. While Sean was zipping and buckling his suit on, Cody got his helmet and gloves out of the trunk, then he grabbed Sean's jeans to get his keys out of his pocket. "Thanks," Sean said as he climbed in his car and started it up. "Call me," Cody said as his buddy drove off. The excitement and pride of being watched as the only cadet firefighter in school quickly gave way to the excitement of actually going to a fire. His mind was already there, thinking what he would do, remembering the training.
Of course, if there really was a big fire, he wouldn't be allowed to actually go into the building but he would work outside, maybe help man the hoses or help people that were rescued and brought out. Shit! He didn't know the location! He grabbed his cell phone and punched auto-dial and hit the number. "This is Cadet Sean Brady, enroute," he said before the operator. "What is the location?" "Linwood and Radcliff. Near the armory. Do you know it?" the dispatcher replied. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm on my way." "Be careful, S..." He disconnected before she finished and tossed his phone on the seat. "Dammit!" he swore, as grabbed the blue light; he'd forgotten that, too. He shoved it out the window and slapped it onto the roof then sped to the location. As he approached Linwood and Radcliff he could see the smoke. It was a real fire! He rounded the corner off Linwood and swerved into a no-parking spot across the street. He was out of his car and several strides away before the door slammed closed. "Hey, Brady," Brooks called out to him, "that light on the top of your car...you're supposed to turn it on when you're enroute." "Fuck!" Sean swore under his breath. He hoped Lt. Johnson hadn't noticed that he hadn't turned on the light. He ran up to Johnson. "Cadet Brady reporting, sir," he said "Glad you could make it, Brady," Johnson drawled without looking around from the big hose he was holding. "Next time turn your light on." "Yes, sir," Sean said, his face flushed warm with embarrassment. "Can I take that for you?" Sean asked with a sense of urgency. "No, just observe and stand by for when you're needed." Sean was hurt and disappointed. He was tired of observing and standing by. Just then Conner stumbled out of a side door of the building, half-dragging Brooks with him. Sean ran to help. "I didn't think I would ever say this, Brady, but am I glad to see you," Conner said. "Help Brooks over to the wagon." "What's going on in there?" Sean helped as he helped the other firefighter over to the ambulance. An EMT slapped an oxygen mask on Brooks face. Sean turned and ran back to his "observation" post. A couple of minutes later, Conner came out of the building with a middle-aged man who was coughing so hard he was almost gagging. "I think you better have em put in another call," Conner yelled to Johnson "I'm on it," Lt. Johmson said calm. "Well, you've got yourself a real live one, Brady." "Yes, sir. Is it going to take another unit?" "Looks that way," Lt. Johmson said as he walked a few steps away to call in for another unit. Just then Sean heard someone crying out and looked up to see a woman hanging out a third-floor window waving her arms and crying. Without thinking or hesitation he dashed into the building. "Third floor, south window," he said to himself as he ran into the hallway through the thick smoke. He found the stairs, counting them on the way up. His brain seemed to kick into automatic; registering the stairs and the floors without even thinking about it, yeah, just like they trained him. He guessed where the room was and tried the door. It was locked! He stepped back and rushed forward, slamming his shoulder against the door. It gave way, along with part of the frame. Luckily, it was the right room. He ran to the window and grabbed the woman. She was half-fighting him as he picked her up. "It's okay. I'm going to get you out of here," Sean said, using all of his strength to hold the woman in his arms. She suddenly relaxed and he ran with her down the stairs. Again, his brain counted and registered the steps down and the floors and the landings without him thinking about any of it. At last he stumbled through the door into the open air and the woman began wailing. "My little girl is in there," she cried. Sean felt his stomach turn. "Why didn't you tell me!" he said, as he laid her in the grass near the curb. Shit, why didn't he ask! He was supposed to ask if there was anybody else in the room and he didn't do that. "Brady!" He didn't know who yelled his name and he didn't care. He ran back into the building and retraced his route up the stairs and found the door he'd knocked down. "Hey! Little girl! Where are you!" he yelled as he rushed madly from one room to the next. "God, let her be all right," he prayed, almost crying with fear. "If you can hear me, holler!" He heard a loud whimpering then from a closet. He snatched the door open to see a little girl, about seven, cowering back behind the clothes, as if she could be safe from the fire there. As it happened, she was safer there than anyplace else in the apartment. He snatched her up and ran out. She didn't weigh anything and he fairly flew down the stairs with her under one arm. He ran over and gave her to the woman at the curb where the EMTs were already working on her. "Mr. McCutcheon....he's an elderly man in apartment 4-B. Do you know if they've got him out?" the woman asked, sobbing with happiness as she held her little girl. Sean looked at the paramedic. "Nobody's brought an elderly man over here to us," the man said. Sean turned and ran into Lt. Johnson. "Brady...!" "There's an elderly man in 4-B," he blurted and ran to the building again. "Brady! Goddamit, Brady!" Sean left the senior officer swearing as he dashed back into the building. He found Mr. McCutcheon unconscious. He was a small man and he was easy to carry except that the smoke was so bad by now that Sean had to feel his way down the stairs and the hallways. He finally saw the light of the open door. He fairly leapt into the fresh air and stumbled toward the medic. "I've got him," the medic said as he steadied the man with one arm and slapped an oxygen mask on Brady with the other. "Lt. Johnson is looking for you, I would run if I were you," he said. Brady thought about it as he sucked in the precious air. The medic wasn't done checking him out and it would have been a stupid thing to do anyway. He would have to face the man eventually. He started to stand up but was brought back down with a terrible pain in his leg and ankle. The medic knelt down to check him out. "Stay off of it till we can get you in the wagon," the medic told him. "Oh, shit, here comes Lt. Johnson," he added under his breath. "Goddam it, Brady, what the hell were you thinking? You know you're not allowed to go into a Goddam burning building," Johnson yelled as he strode up to him. Brady jerked the oxygen mask off. "It just happened, sir. I just did it, without thinking," Brady said. "That's what you trained me to do, isn't it?" He sucked up the pain as he got up to stand in front of the lieutenant and wondered if he had sounded a little too cocky. "Not till I tell you to do it," Johnson barked. "What's the prognosis?" he asked the medic. "It's nothing I can't walk off," Brady said. "I'm asking the medic," Johnson growled. "Yes, sir...but I've been injured enough in football to know it's nothing I can't walk off." "Right, is that what you were trying to do when I saw you limping over here and then trying to get up on you feet just now? I'm talking to the expert," Johnson growled, nodding to the medic. "And this ain't football," he added. "He's got a badly sprained ankle and a banged-up knee that he ought to have looked at, and some burns on his neck and face and hands," the EMT said. Sean didn't even know he'd hurt his knee and he didn't know about the burns till the medic mentioned it. He quickly tried to hide his hands. "Let's see em," Johnson demanded. Sean held his hands out, determined to hide the grimace of pain. "Geezusss, what the fuck am I supposed to do now," John growled. "The captain is going to have your ass and mine when he finds out about this." "Is there any reason he has to know?" Sean asked. "He'll see it in the reports, that you required medical attention." "Then I won't get medical attention," Sean said. "The hell you won't!" Johnson bellowed. "Excuse me, lieutenant." They all looked around at the tall, broad-shouldered youth in his mid twenties who had come upon the scene. He was dressed in green camo shorts, black jump boots and an army-green T-shirt. "I couldn't help overhearing," he said. "I'm Corporal Casey. I was at the armory and came over to see if I could help. I'm a certified EMT, marines. Let me take your man over to the armory and take a look." Lt. Johnson wasn't quick to say no. He was thinking about it and seemed a little relieved that maybe he had a way out. "I really can't let you take responsibility for one of my men," he said. "I'll see that he gets any medical attention I can't render," the corporal said. "Let me go with him, sir," Sean said. "I don't want to get either one of us in trouble."
Johnson thought for a moment then nodded. "Okay. But I'm not finished with you, Brady. Well, maybe I am. You can't follow orders, I can't have you in my unit." "Yes, sir." Cpl. Casey was helping Sean to his feet. "I'll see that he reports back to you, lieutenant," he said. Sean picked up his firefighter boots and Casey picked up his hat and slapped it on his head. He tried to maneuver as much on his own as he could but he was glad he had the big marine to help keep the weight off his right leg. "You dam near had your ass deep-sixed back there," Casey said. "Thanks for coming to my rescue, but I don't want to get you in trouble," Sean said. "If you'll just help me back to my car..." "Hey, I saw your Lt. Johnson's temper. I don't want him turning it on me," Casey said. "I told the man I would take care of you and that's what's gonna happen, unless you want to make a dash for your car on your own." He feigned letting go of him. "I don't think I could get far," Sean admitted. Cpl. Casey helped him through the heavy doors of the armory and into a small office just inside the door. "Right in there," he said, nodding to another door. The adjoining room was a first-aid station, with a vinyl-covered examining table. Casey helped him up on the table on his back. "Okay, let's get you out of this monkey suit," he said as he began undoing the top. He helped him out of it then started unbuckling the pants. "What do you need to take my pants off for?" Sean asked. "The medic said you had a banged-up knee," Casey said. Sean let the marine strip him down to his shorts and socks. "I'll get something for those burns," Casey said. He went to a wall cabinet and got some medical supplies. He applied a light ointment on the burns on Sean's face and neck then squeezed some on his hands and told him to rub it in. "I'm going to give you some of this to take home with you; keep it on day and night for a few days." Then he opened a small bottle and held it up to Sean's nose. "Take in a deep breath, each nostril." "What is it?" "It's gonna make it easier for me to examine you," Casey said. "You're gonna thank me when I look at that ankle. Don't take it yet. I have to know where the pain is." He barely winced when Casey examined his knee. "I don't feel anything broken but I'll examine it from the other side," Casey said as he moved down to the foot of the table. Sean looked down at his ankle, swollen to twice its normal size and turning a funny color. He held his breath. "YYYAAAHHHHHH!" he yelled when Corporal Casey gripped it. He sucked in some air and cringed as the corporal examined his ankle. "Okay, take a dose," Casey told him. Sean breathed in the acrid aroma in each nostril from the liquid in the bottle and in a matter of seconds he could feel his face getting warm and his head spinning. "Keep the bottle, take it when you need it," Casey told him. "Uhhnnnnn," Sean groaned as the medic continued to examine his ankle. It seemed to hurt but it was like a pain that he couldn't feel. "I don't feel anything broken here either but we need to wait till the swelling goes down to be sure. You're going to have to stay off of it for awhile," Casey said. "Okay, let's turn you over on your stomach." He helped him over on his stomach and examined his knee from the back. "It feels okay," Sean said. "Feels okay to me, too," said Casey. "Now, anything else banged up or bruised?" he asked as he moved his rough hands up the backs of Sean's thighs. "I don't think so, I didn't hurt my legs. I know nothing's bruised that far up," he said as Casey's hands pushed up against his butt. But he wasn't really giving a dam that Casey was continuing his examination, right up his thighs, squeezing his butt. "That hurt?" Casey asked. "No. No," he giggled, "in fact, it feels sort of good." He heard himself but didn't believe he was uttering the words. It was the stuff in the bottle. Casey massaged his butt muscles for a moment then moved to the small of his back and on up to his shoulders. Sean winced when he touched his right shoulder. "What's that?" Casey asked, moving around to the head of the table. "I never noticed it hurting till you touched it," Sean said. "That's the reason for a complete exam, to find injuries you don't know you have," Casey said. He stood at the head of the table, bent over Sean's head as he gently felt the thick shoulder muscles. "I think it's just bruised. You've got plenty of muscle on these shoulders for protection. But just to be certain, I want you to move you up on the table so your head and shoulders are over the end of the table." Sean pulled himself up on the table, wincing again from the pain in his shoulder.
"Okay, take another whiff of that magic in the bottle; I'm going to examine your shoulder more thoroughly. The way you winced, I think there's something there."
Sean breathed in a couple more deep breaths and started spinning off again.
Casey stood right at his head as he probed and squeezed his shoulder, the front of his shorts smashed right against his head.
"I want you to raise you head up and turn it slowly from side to side a couple of times, tell me if it hurts," Casey said.
Casey didn't back away any when Sean lifted his head up and he found his face smashed right in the front of the guy's shorts. He turned his head slowly to one side, then to the other side and it seemed like Casey was pushing his crotch against this face. He could smell the musk and feel the rubbery lump of his manhood and a funny tremor ran down his spine.
"Okay, one more time, both sides," Casey said. Casey's hand come down to Sean's face but didn't realize why till he found himself face to face with the guy's bare cock! He had shoved his shorts down under his balls and there was the biggest cock Sean had ever seen, up close and personal.
"I think all that's needed here is a little massage," Casey said as he dug his fingers into his shoulder muscles. "Just tell me if it hurts."
Sean couldn't tell him anything. He couldn't speak. He couldn't find his voice. His brain was amuck, his head still whirling around from whatever was in the bottle and he was having the weirdest feelings... Geezuss, where did the feelings come from! What made this studly marine think he could do this? Sean found himself overtaken by a strange desire that seemed to rise out of his inner being, as if it were breaking free for the first time from the stifling inhibitions that had kept him prisoner for so long. He wondered what Casey would do if he... Aww, shit, where did THAT come from! He never had a thought like that in his life! But he was having them now. He still fought it but he couldn't help that he liked the feel of the big marine's manhood smashed in his face and it was getting even bigger and more firm and he thought Casey probably wanted him to...
He was scared of the thoughts whirling around in his head; frightened of his feelings; scared shitless of what he suddenly wanted to do...yeah, do it while he still had the courage from the bottle, before the stuff wore off. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and the rubbery male flesh filled the opening of his parted lips. He touched it with his tongue and whimpered from a tremor that went through him. Casey shifted his position and Sean adjusted his head and the next thing there was a thick, hot, meaty cock in his mouth!!
"Awwwhhhh," Casey moaned softly.
"UUhhnnnnnn," Sean moaned with surprised pleasure. From the moment of the initial touch and taste, he was suddenly consumed with the desire to suck the man's cock. Never in his wildest, most perverted dreams or fantasies had he thought of such a thing but he went at bit marine like a hungry puppy, choking and slobbering and snapping his head back and forth, trying desperately all of the big cock in his mouth.
"Hey, you don't have to swallow it whole the first time," Casey told him. "Just suck it, nice and slow and easy."
Sean settled down and let Casey pump his cock back and forth through his lips. He lifted one good arm and touched the man's balls. He cupped and hefted them. They were big and heavy.
"Ohh, fuck, have you ever done this before?" Casey asked.
Unable to speak, Sean shook his head.
"Goddam, kid, you're a natural."
Sean didn't know if he should take that as a compliment but he didn't care.
All he cared about was the big, hot cock in his mouth. He sucked it for awhile and the stuff began to wear off, and it was like he was sobering up but it still didn't matter that he was sucking cock with a clear head. He liked it; he wanted to give the big marine pleasure. He wanted to suck his manliness out of him and into himself.
"You don't have to take my load," Casey told him.
Sean panicked for a second. It was the first he'd thought about the marine going off. He wished he could have another snort of the good stuff so he wouldn't care if he shot off in his mouth. He would've liked to see what it was like to have a big load shot in his mouth; the feel of it and the taste of it. He had tasted his own come a couple of times by accident and he didn't particularly like it but he'd always wondered if all come tasted the same.
Casey's movements were becoming shaky and his legs started to shake.
"I'm about to come," he gasped.
Sean braced himself for whatever happened. Even with a clear head, he didn't care if Casey shot off in his mouth. For a moment he thought he just
might...he was trembling and his cock was bucking hard and he wasn't pulling out...at the last second he withdrew his cock, just in time to spurt a heavy load of come all over Sean's face. He gasped and got some in his mouth and moaned with excitement. He kept his mouth open for a wider target but Casey aimed to the side and finished shooting his load on the lower part of the table and on the floor.
"Goddam!" Casey swore softly as he straightened and stumbled back on shaky legs.
Sean lay there with come on his face and some in his mouth, undecided what to do with it. It didn't taste like his own and it didn't taste good or bad; it was the idea of swallowing it that panicked him. Finally, he spit it out in a big glob on the floor.
"Aw, shit, I'm sorry, did I get some in your mouth?" Casey said.
"Yeah, first shot, but it's okay," Sean said breathlessly.
Casey got a bottle of something out of the cabinet. "I'll go back and get something to wipe off your face," he said. "Meanwhile, you can rinse your mouth out with this. Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
"It's okay," Sean said as he sat up with his legs over the edge of the table. Casey walked across the gymnasium floor to the showers and returned with a wet wash cloth and a towel. He gave them to Sean then got some paper towels to clean the come off the table and the floor. When Sean struggled to get his clothes back on, Casey helped him.
"You said that was your first time; do you remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. It was my first time."
"I didn't know. It all happened so fast," Casey said.
"Tell me about it," Sean said. "What the hell is that stuff you gave me?"
Casey rattled off a long medical term then said, "It's a fancy name for poppers. Although it's higher powered than poppers you buy on the street. Look, I don't think we need to tell anybody about any of this. I mean, I don't think your burns or injuries are anything that needs a doctor, so your record with your lieutenant will be clean."
"Thanks." He knew what Casey was saying was that he would keep quiet if Sean did. The guy was worried that he was underage. Well, let him think it.
When he had his pants on him, Casey helped him on with his boots. Sean winced when he helped him put his jacket on.
"I don't remember how the hell I hurt my shoulder," he said.
"Probably knocking down a door or something," Casey said.
"Oh, yeah, I did take a door down," Sean said.
"It's nothing serious. If you want to come back, I'll be glad to massage it for you. It should be okay in a few days," Casey said. "And I should have another look at that ankle after the swelling goes down."
As Sean took a couple of steps to test his ankle, Casey grabbed a pair of crutches from a corner. "Here, try these. Compliments of the marines."
"Is a civilian supposed to walk away with a pair of marine crutches?" Sean asked.
"Don't worry about it. Bring them back when you don't need them. I can go get your car for you if you want to."
"No, I can make it," Sean said. He didn't go right home and he didn't go back to school. He drove around, thinking about what had happened, wondering how and why it'd happened.
He was a hero of sorts at school, with the burns and on crutches after going to fight a fire. The girls loved that. But what would those same girls think if they knew what he and Cpl. Casey had done. There was a big round of applause when he walked into study hall. He slumped with embarrassment and made it to his seat where he put his head down. He went to boys' physical education class the next period where he sat on the bleachers and watched. It was a revelation, sitting there watching the other guys playing a rough game of football wearing just shorts and T-shirts. He found himself watching the guys, individually, instead of the team and the game. Their powerful thigh muscles bulging and rippling when they moved, and their muscular arms and the solid sound of muscle banging against muscle. After phys ed class Justin Blake came over to help him get on his crutches. He smelled of fresh male sweat and for the first time Sean admitted that he thought it was sexy. Hell, Justin was sexy in his sweaty T-shirt clinging to his hard muscles. "I gotta tell you, Brady, you've got balls the size of grapefruits, doing what you did," Justin said. "I didn't do anything," Brady said. He couldn't tell anybody about what he'd done...it had to be kept quiet...so Justin didn't know anything. "That's not what I heard," Justin said. "You dragged three people out of the burning building." "Who told you that?" "Word gets around fast," Justin said. "All I did was help those people when the other guys brought them out," Sean lied. "Is that how you got burned and banged up?" Justin asked. "You've got balls, Brady." "You would've done the same thing," Sean said. "I don't know if I could've," Justin said. "Look, just let it go, huh? " He couldn't concentrate on anything in school and he was distracted at home. The experience with Corporal Casey haunted him. Not just the worry that it'd happened, but the awful, gnawing desire to go back. Cody came over to his house and was all questions about Sean's first experience as a real firefighter. "Were you scared?" Cody asked. "There wasn't time to be scared," Sean said. "I would have been if I'd stopped to think about what I was doing, but when you see somebody yelling from the window of a burning building, you just react. You would have done the same thing." "I don't think I would've had the guts." "You would have," Sean assured him. "Sean..." "Yeah?" "Can I try on your gear?" Sean looked at him and smiled. Cody was treating him like a hero. "Sure," he said, "Go down and get it out of my car." Cody lugged it up stairs and Sean helped him on with it. Cody looked at himself in the mirror. "I don't look as studly in it as you do," he said. "It's not about being studly," Sean said. "It's about the training then doing the job, just like anybody else." "No, this ain't like anybody else doing their job. You firefighters have got balls," Cody said. "I'm not a firefighter," Sean said. "I'm a long way from being a firefighter. I may never be one. I'm in trouble, man, for going into that building. I may loose my uniform and my credentials." "That'd be a shame to loose the uniform," Cody said with a grin. "All the girls think you look really studly in it. Especially when you strip down in the parking lot to put it on." "Oh, they were watching," Sean said "It was all everybody was talking about," Cody said. "I just wish everybody would stop treating me like a hero. It's nothing you or anybody else couldn't do if you decided you wanted to," Sean told him. "Well, you've got balls." "You sound like Justin," Sean said. "Hey, if Justin Blake said you've got balls, you've got `em," Cody declared. "I just wanta tell you, I admire you a lot," Cody said. "All the guys do; even the ones who are jealous of you." "Thanks, man," Sean said. "That means a lot." "And the girls...well, we don't even have to go there," Cody said. "No, go ahead, go there. What're you hearing the girls say?" Sean asked. "Aw, hell, you know what the girls are saying, Sean. They all want to sleep with you." "Don't I wish that was something besides in my dreams," Sean scoffed. "Do you know what would happen if you walked into the girls locker room?"
"Yeah, I would get my ass tossed out of school," Sean said. "You would be gang-banged," Cody said. "Those girls would fuck your eyeballs out." "You arrange it, I'll deliver," Sean said, laughing. He wondered if his friend would think he was so studly if he knew what he'd done with the marine. Sean didn't feel any less a stud, but he didn't think Cody would agree with that.
Chapter II
Sean struggled with new, strange feelings that began to haunt him. He found himself looking at the other guys in a different way; noticing things about them that he'd never paid any particular attention to before. Like the way a guy walked, or the way his butt filled out his jeans, or his thighs...the muscles in his arms. He had an especially hard time in the locker room and showers. Where he saw just plain friends and team mates before, he was seeing hot studs. He sat in class or home room and day-dreamed about being dragged back to the showers after PE class and forced as a sex slave by the entire team. He took the day-dream home with him and experienced it again through a dream that night. Even though the feelings frightened him, he dwelled on them just the same. His hands were healing fast and he was getting around on his ankle pretty good, using only one crutch, and his knee was okay. Deep down he knew he was making more of his injuries than they deserved. He was milking it, and he knew why; he liked the attention from the girls and the admiration from the guys. Beyond that, deep down, he had to admit that he wanted to take Cpl. Casey up on his offer to massage his shoulder. And he did have to return the crutches.
He took the crutches back one day right after school. Cpl. Casey was the only one at the armory again. He wondered what the corporal's job was, that he was always there alone. He was in his brief, green gym shorts and a white T-shirt, looking studly as before. Sean tapped on the glass in the door. "I brought the crutches back," he said. "Hey, Brady, it's great to see you maneuvering under your own power," Casey said. He took a close look at Sean's face and neck. "The burns are coming along nicely. Let's see your hands." Sean held his hands out for him. "You're a fast healer. How's the knee, and the shoulder?" he asked. "The knee is fine," Sean said. "The shoulder..." He shrugged and worked his shoulder and winced a little, feigning pain. "It's still a little sore." "Got time for a massage?" "Yeah, if you've got the time," Sean said. "Go in and take off your shirt and climb up on the table, head and shoulders hanging over the end of the table. Except lay on you back." Sean pulled his shirt off over his head as he went into the medical room and stretched out on his back on the table while Cpl. Casey got some stuff out of the cabinet to rub on it. He also handed him the small bottle to breath to dull the pain. "I don't think I'll need that," Sean said. "Better safe than sorry," Casey said. "Go ahead, use it this one more time." Sean knew deep down that it was a charade but he went along with it. The pain in his shoulder was a charade. He didn't need the stuff Casey gave him, at least not for pain. But he used it because he needed it for the courage it gave him. He snorted the stuff into each nostril a couple of times then lay back with his head hanging over the end of the table. Casey came over and stood at the head of the table. He put some stuff on his hands and began to massage Sean's shoulder. After only a moment, he was smashing himself against Sean's head and forehead, like before. Sean relaxed his neck and let his head hand lower over the end of the table. He wanted this and the corporal knew it. He probably knew that was the reason he was there. He let his head hang low so Cpl. Casey's shorts smashed against his face. Sean opened his mouth so the marine would feel his hot breath through his shorts. Suddenly, Casey brought one hand down and deftly shoved the front of his shorts down and tucked the waistband under his balls. "That what you want?" he said. "Aww, yeah," Sean whispered. His big, rubbery cock literally fell into Sean's open mouth. There were no pretenses; the poppers had washed away all inhibitions. Sean closed his lips around the thick cock and began wallowing around it with his tongue and sucking it back and forth through his lips. "Ohhh, yeahhhhh...that's what you wanted...that's what you came down here for, isn't it...Suck it, kid...suck it...suck it deep...real deep. Relax your throat muscles and let your throat open up. It's easier to take it all the way in this position; my cock fits the curvature of your throat." It fit perfect. So wonderfully perfect, as he quickly found out. Before it had throbbed to full hardness, the head slipped easily through the gaping opening and snaked down into Sean's throat. Deeper and deeper till his nose was buried in Casey's balls. "Ohh, fuck, that was easier than I thought," Casey gasped when he came up for air. Sean let the big marine use his throat like a girl's pussy. He reached up with his hands around the man's butt to pull him in tighter. He no longer cared where the strange, new feelings came from; he only wished they had come sooner. His excitement soared and he felt his own cock bursting at the seams of his shorts. When he couldn't stand it any longer he reached down and fumbled with the buttons of his jeans. "Want me to do that for you?" Casey asked as he brushed Sean's trembling hands aside and undid the buttons and laid the fly open. "Raise your butt up," he said as he shoved Sean's jeans and shorts down to his thighs. Sean's cock popped free, smacking loudly against his belly, then quivered and throbbed painfully up over his navel. "Geezusss, kid!" Sean swore. "That thing is huge!" Yeah, it felt huge in Sean's hand as he fisted it hard, in rhythm with Casey's big cock pumping in and out of his throat. He was nearly beside himself with lust. He grabbed Casey's butt again, pulling him tight against his face as he gulped and swallowed his big cock. He wanted more! God, he wished Casey was a foot long! His own cock bucked and quivered up over his belly and he felt the warmth of precome oozing out. "Goddam, I gotta feel that thing to believe it," Casey said as he leaned over and wrapped his hand around Sean's cock. "Fuck, I can't even get my hand around the fucker! Yeah, that is the second biggest cock I ever saw." Sean was surprised when Casey took his cock in his hand for a feel...he was more surprised when he didn't let go. He wasn't exactly jacking him off but he was pumping his cock and squeezing out the ball juice and rubbing it all over the head. He wondered who the first biggest cock was that Casey knew about, and how big it was. Sean looked up to see Casey with the bottle to his nose. He breathed in several deep breaths then capped the bottle and put it down. "I've never done this before but you're so goddam cute and sexy and that cock is so fuckin' huge and awesome and...shit, I'm gonna do it, and if you ever tell anybody, I'll break you in two." With that, as the poppers kicked in, he bent over and took Sean's cock in his mouth. "OOhuummpphhhh!" Sean gasped around Casey's cock. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. No girl's pussy ever felt so wonderful as Casey's hot, live mouth. He humped his butt up off the table to drive it deep through his lips. Several times he pressed too hard against his throat and Casey raised up. "Naw, I can't take that thing down my throat like you're doing to me," he said. "I can't believe I'm saying it, as a marine, but its one fuckin' challenge I'm not up to. But don't worry, I'll finish you off. Just don't come in my mouth!" he said emphatically, "But I'll jack you off." It was more than Sean could have hoped for. This big studly marine going down on him and promising to jack him off to the end. Sean sucked the big marine cock hungrily, slobbering so bad that his spit ran down his face. My God, what's it all about, he wondered. From what deep recesses in his brain did it come from, and what was the strange attraction to another man? Casey went off first, without pulling his cock out of Sean's throat. It was a weird sensation, feeling the thick ropes of come shot deep in his throat but he liked it except that he wished he could get it in his mouth and get a full-load taste of it again. Casey's intense climax triggered his own and he reached down and grabbed Casey's fist to tell him he was close. "Getting close?" Casey cooed. "Sure, I'll finish you off." He stopped sucking him but stayed leaned over with Sean's cock alongside his face and he licked and kissed the shaft. "Shoot it, stud, I wanta see this big cannon go off." Casey got his wish. Sean went off like a cannon. He couldn't see it but he could feel the impact of the stuff hurling through his cock and he knew it was going to be a geyser. The first shot sailed out of his cock and it was a couple of seconds before it landed on his chest and he knew it had shot up a long way. "God----Damm!" Casey exclaimed. Sean kept coming, long, thick ropes shot out of his cock and sailed who knew where. Casey held on till he was finished then milked his hand tightly around his cock to pull the last of his load out over his knuckles. "Shit, that ain't no cannon, that's a rocket launcher!" he said as he raised up and slowly pulled his cock out of Sean's throat. The big, rubbery cock dragged across Sean's face, leaving a trail of warm come that he tried to capture with his tongue. He breathed in the first real air he'd had through it all. He tried to raise his head but his neck muscles were numb and he had to lift his head up with his hands. There was come everywhere. Casey was wiping it off his own face and shoulder. "You've got the second biggest cock I ever saw but that is THE BIGGEST load I ever saw," Casey said. He helped Sean sit up and stand down from the table. "Think you can make it back to the showers?" "Yeah, and I sure need one," Sean said. Corporal Casey took him back and showed him the showers then left him alone. Sean was drying off when Casey came back to check on him, now fully dressed. "How come you pegged me for this?" Sean asked. "I didn't peg you. It just happened," Casey said. "I just saw you standing there so young and looking so studly in that uniform and it came over me that I had to get you alone." "But how'd you know...I mean, what made you think I would do it?" Sean asked. "Nothing. I just had to find out. Putting it simply, you were too good not to take the chance," Casey told him with a smile. When he was dressed and about to leave, Casey said, "Hey, drop by again sometime...anytime."
Chapter III
He had taken the crutches back, his ankle was fine and his shoulder was feeling fine so there was no reason to go back to the armory. But something drew him back. Something besides Corporal Casey's invitation; the ruins of the apartment building, he told himself. It was as good a reason as he needed. He drove to the location and walked around the charred ruins of the sad looking building that a dozen people once called home. He tried to picture himself running into the burning building, not once, but three times. He didn't know where that courage came from but it was enough to know he had it. On the way back to his car he glanced over at the armory. Yeah, the real reason he'd come. But there were cars parked all around and on the side streets. The marines must be having drill, he thought, so Corporal Casey wouldn't be there by himself anyway. He shrugged it off and headed for his car, but the force drew him back. The force of seeing not just Casey, but maybe dozens of hunky marines. He walked down the block to the armory, his imagination running wild. Closer, he could hear the shouts of cadence. He slipped inside and into the office. There was no one there. He walked through the office and stepped into the gymnasium. There were thirty or so guys doing calisthenics; no shirts, just heavy jump boots and very short green or camo shorts. He stifled a gasp of pleasant surprise at the muscular youth out front leading them. He didn't look much older than Sean. Cpl. Casey saw him come in and broke ranks and went up to say something to the young leader, then came trotting over to him. "Hey, Brady." "Hey. I was just driving by...checking out the building that burned." Just then the men stopped but kept running in place. "New recruit, Casey?" someone yelled. "Bring him on!" "Yeah, let him show us what he's got!" The leader walked over to them. Dam, he looked young. "Don't mind these guys, they're always looking for fresh meat to sign up," he said. "This is Brady the guy who got three people out of that apartment building," Casey said. "It's always an honor to meet a hero," the young leader said, putting out his hand. "Jason Brown." Sean was embarrassed. He shook the guy's hand but couldn't think of anything to say except thanks. He was tongue tied just looking at the guy. He was built! Huge balls of muscle on his shoulders and thick triceps and biceps. His pecs were like two big, thick steaks that'd been slapped on his rib cage. Even his tits were big, like pencil erasers. Sean forced himself not to look down his abs but he could see them rippling gently as the guy moved and breathed. He wondered how old the guy was. Young. Didn't look more than seventeen. "Are you interested in joining the marines?" Jason asked. "No, I...well, actually, I never thought about it....I was just checking out the burned building, then thought I'd come over and see if Corporal Casey might be here," Sean said. "Well, if you ever want to talk about it...you look like you could handle it easy enough. Except...how old are you?" "Seventeen," Sean said with a scowl, wondering how old the leader was. "Shit, I wasn't built like that when I was seventeen," he remarked. "You sure got there quick, then," Sean said, giving him an easy once-over. "Can I ask how old you are?" "Eighteen," the youth replied. "Not that much difference, then," Sean said. "You would have to have your parent's signature," Jason said. "I've never talked about it with my parents," Sean said. "Like I said, I never thought about it myself." "Think about it, you would make a hell of a marine," Jason said. With that he turned and took his place in front of the men. "Geez, how the hell did a kid that age get to be a leader of a bunch of tough marines?" Sean asked. "He's not a platoon leader or anything, but you saw how he's built; that made him a natural for PT instructor," Casey said. "What rank is he?" "PFC. Dam good for an eighteen year old. That's only one stripe under me," Casey said. "Well, I have to get back in formation. Hey, do you want to step in and join us...show these flakes what you've got?" It was more than Sean could refuse. Not that he could show these studs much but he was so pleased to be asked to join in; it would give him a chance to watch the muscular leader in motion. He peeled off his shirt and took his place in formation beside Casey to the sound of hoots and hollers from the men. They did jumping jacks, sit-ups, running in place, push-ups and jumping-jack roll-overs, nothing that he hadn't learned in football practice. He actually was showing them what he had and he felt proud to be among them. Jason called a halt but kept them running in place for a couple of minutes, his thick pecs bouncing solidly. Then he slowed to just moving around, and the men began shaking their arms and whatever they wanted to do to cool down. Sean's mind was racing ahead. Sweat ran down their naked chests and made their muscles glisten and he was thinking they would surely all go into the showers. He no sooner thought it than it was spoken. "Okay, men, hit the showers," Jason said. "Drill at 0500 on Sunday!" Sean started walk away. "Hey, aren't you going to shower?" Casey asked. He stopped and turned, unable to answer at first. "I didn't figure I was allowed to," he said. "Sure you're allowed to," Casey said. Fuck, yes, he wanted to shower with these hunky marines but he was afraid to. Casey sensed, or saw, his fear. "Don't worry, nothing like that is going to happen," he said quietly. "Nothing that you don't want to happen, at least. None of these guys know...I never told a soul." "I would need to get my gym bag out of my car," Sean said huskily. "Go ahead, get it." The short walk to his car gave light to the day-dream of being had in the showers at school by the entire team, and that dream was transcended to the armory showers full of marines. God, what would it be like to be made a slave to a platoon of stud-marines! By the time Sean got back with his gym bag the shower room was filled with boisterous, naked marines. He walked into the locker area adjoining the shower room and tossed his bag on a bench. He undressed, proudly, for he had a better build than even some of the marines that he could see through the steam. Cpl. Casey came out of the showers and showed him where the clean towels were kept.
"How do you like being a marine for a day?" he asked.
"It's great." "Yeah, I'll bet this is better than the locker room at school," Casey said, laughing softly.
Sean only smiled. "I you want some action, just give me the word, I'll see if I can get something going," he said in a low tone.
"I don't know...it's sort of scary, this many guys, but...well, I've had this fantasy...about the entire team at school."
"Replace those boys in your fantasy with a bunch of marines," Casey said.
"Yeah, that did cross my mind. But...How?"
"Let me worry about that. All you gotta do is follow my lead. And don't worry, it won't get out of hand. They're marines and they're horny but they're not barbarians. Some of them won't even get involved."
Sean looked all around again, into the steamy shower room, his pulse quickened at the thought of letting his guard down in front of three dozen studly marines. He took in a quick breath and Casey laughed.
"Does that mean yes?" he asked.
"I don't know...I'm scared to..."
"Hey, it's your call. It's your fantasy," Casey told him. "Okay. Okay, I'm good to go," he said bravely.
"You sure?"
"No, I'm not sure at all," he said, laughing nervously. "But I'm gonna kick my ass for the rest of my life if I let this opportunity slip past me."
"Yeah, sometimes opportunity only knocks once," Casey said. "Okay, give me the nod if you want me to get the ball rolling." Sean sauntered into the showers, determined to appear confident but he was a little jittery about all these naked guys. They had no idea what was on his mind. They were all ages and sizes and shapes, except that there was no fat on any of them. There were guys who looked well past thirty down to the eighteen-year-old PFC. They were tall and lanky, and average and short and well-built, hairy, smooth. "Hell, kid, you're already built like a marine," someone remarked as Sean moved under a shower. "Thanks," he mumbled, embarrassed.
PFC Brown came up to him, so confident and self-assured that he reeked with masculinity. "I'm serious, you ought to think about joining," he said. "The marines aren't going to throw anything at you that you can't handle. Hell, boot camp would be a cake walk compared to some of the guys who join up."
"I don't know, right now I'm a cadet firefighter and that's all I can handle right now, till I get out of school," Sean said.
"I understand. Just think it over," the youth said. "You can sign up any time and get a delayed entry," he went on. "You could join today, for example, but not be called up till months from now, so you could still be a firefighter till your call-up date."
There were encouraging words from all around, making Sean think he might want to forget being a firefighter for the moment and go right into the marines. Casey came up to get some soap out of the liquid soap dispenser under his shower. "Still good to go?" he asked under his breath. "Yeah, I guess," he replied nervously, wondering what Casey was going to do or say.
Casey went back under his own shower with his handful of soap. "Hey, Brady, one thing PFC Brown didn't tell you, I'll bet, is the initiation that all new marine recruits have to go through," Casey said, loud enough so the others heard. "Brown always keeps that a secret."
"I'm not a marine recruit, not yet anyway," Sean said.
"Hey, guys I think we ought to initiate him anyway. Hell, he's gonna be a marine one of these days, for sure," Casey said.
"Hell, yeah, why not?" someone chimed in.
"Yeah, lets show the kid what real marines are made of; what he's gotta be made of to be a marine," someone else said.
"Yeah, what've you got in mind, Cpl. Casey."
It dawned on Sean that the others didn't have a clue what Casey was talking about; they were just going along with it.
"Well, I don't know about you guys but calisthenics then a warm shower always makes me horny as hell," Casey said.
"You too?" someone put in, laughing.
"Fuck...he is awful cute," someone else said.
"Yeah, and look at those nice, smooth muscles."
He still thought the guys were only going along with the joke. "Look at that nice, smooth, tight ass," another said.
"Shit, man, you were looking at his horse-cock."
Now he thought Casey's little plan was gaining momentum fast and his heart thumped in his chest as he tried to imagine what these guys had in mind to do to him. They would probably follow Casey's lead. The remark about his ass frightened him a little. If the guy was talking about fucking him in the ass...no way.
Casey walked over under Sean's shower. "For starters, how about you get down on your knees and see what marine cock tastes like," Casey said in a gruff, authoritative tone. He grabbed Sean by the shoulder and forced him to his knees.
"Leave him alone," someone said.
"Yeah, you're going to scare him from joining up," PFC Brown said. But Corporal Casey put pressure on Sean's shoulders and Sean felt his knees going weak and then they were buckling in obedience. He was more scared than he'd ever been in his life. If all of theses joined in... He was face to face with Casey's big cock, lolling out like a hunk of Polish sausage, a trickle of water running down it from the shower like he was taking a piss. He could see others moving through the heavy steam, moving closer, to watch and see what was going to happen. He swallowed hard. Casey flopped his cock back and forth, hitting him in the face. Somebody else got caught up in it and came up behind him and twisted his arms behind his back, up high so he was forced to lean forward.
"Suck it," one of them said. "See what marine cock tastes like."
When he didn't move quickly enough, they twisted his arms higher. He yelped and leaned in to take Casey's cock in his mouth.
"OOoaaawwhhhhhhh!" Casey moaned loudly as he wrapped his hands around Sean's head. "Awww, fuck, guys, you oughta feel this!...fuckin Goddam firefighters mouth on a marine's cock."
"We intend to," someone standing close by said. Sean could see a pair of very muscular, hairy thighs and another big cock hanging between them. He didn't look any higher. Nothing higher than their waists mattered, not to them and not to him.
Sean tried to suck Casey's cock but Casey was being forceful and fucking his mouth. Sean choked and gagged when he shoved it too deep.
"Hey, don't make him gag and get sick," someone said.
Casey pulled his cock out and turned Sean's head to one of the other guys who was waiting, and shoved his face at him. Sean opened his mouth and took the guy's cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," the guy moaned, tossing his head back. "Fuck, Casey, you're right...Geezussss, I never felt anything this good before."
"Come on, you fuckers, it can't be better than pussy," someone drawled.
"Yeah? Just fuckin' wait till he slide those hot lips down around your cock." "Let me have at him, I never had my cock sucked before," the other guy said.
They changed places and several more marines gathered in closer. Back and forth he went, from one to the other, then to back to Casey, then they were all closing in on him with their cocks crossed like swords, all vying for his mouth. Others had gathered around to watch and wait their turn.
"Bunch of sick fuckers. I hope the captain doesn't decide to drop by," somebody grumbled as he walked out of the shower.
"Hey, somebody bolt the door on the inside." A couple more guys left the shower without saying anything but one of them came back, apparently having bolted the door. Most of them stayed; Sean guessed about twenty or so. It scared him, being in the middle of that many horny marines but it excited him more. They began milling around, new cocks appearing out of the steam. Sean shifted his weight several times to take the pressure off of his knees.
"Hey, go get one of the benches for him to lay on," someone said. "He might as well be comfortable."
Two men brought a bench into the showers and set it in the middle of the room. Sean was helped to his feet and laid on the bench. Someone immediately stepped astraddle the bench and his head and dropped his balls into Sean's mouth.
"OOhhhhh, fuckin' shit! You oughta feel this...dude's sucking my balls."
A feeling of great contentment and belonging came over Sean as he serviced one after another of the marines. He felt like he belonged there, doing what he was doing; this is where he had always belonged. And these guys made it okay to be doing it. Nobody was berating him or putting him down as a fag or anything; they were just enjoying getting their cocks sucked. As time went on, some of the guys started getting off so they could be on their way. Sean was drenched and splattered with hot come from every angle as the momentum built up among them to shoot their loads. He didn't complain when he got it in the face, and they began aiming for his mouth. He was delighted and surprised that every guy's come had a distinct taste; and horribly surprised that he liked it!
Little by little the group began to dwindle, leaving their man-seed streaked all over Sean as they left or in his mouth. Sean had lost track of Cpl. Casey, and he had only caught glimpses of young PFC Brown. Maybe Casey had left. Sean hoped Brown was still there.
"Uh-oh, here comes Horse," somebody said. Guys sort of stood back to make room and suddenly Sean looked up to see the biggest cock he could imagine hanging over his face; a huge black cock. He had seen the big black marine at the far end of the platoon when they were doing calisthenics but he hadn't seen him go to the showers. There he was, standing over his head like a great black Colossus, his cock hanging out, it looked like a foot long, in a wide arch.
My God, what am I possibly going to do with it, Sean wondered fearfully. I wonder how big it gets when he's hard? Horse, as he was called, patted the side of his cock, causing it to swing back and forth like a pendulum, and the arch began to straighten.
"Goddam, Horse, you're not gonna make him suck that thing," someone said.
"Give me one good reason why not?" Horse said.
"For starters, that thing is registered as a lethal weapon."
Despite the pangs of fear, Sean was anxious to get hold of the giant cock; anxious to see what a black cock tasted like. He let his mouth go slack as a signal to the Horse that he wanted his cock. He wanted desperately to take it all the way down his throat but he held out little hope of being able to do that. But the Horse had other ideas.
"Take it before it gets completely hard and it'll slide right down your throat, a perfect fit," the big man said as he bent his knees to lower his cock to Sean's waiting mouth.
"MMMnnnnnnnn," Sean moaned as his mouth was quickly filled with warm black cockmeat. He reached up with his hands around the thick tube, amazed that he could wrap both hands around the inches that were left, and his hands wouldn't reach all the way around it.
"Sounds like he likes black cock," someone said.
"I think he likes any cock."
Horse was moving up and down, nudging the head of his cock hard against Sean's throat. His cock was growing longer and harder so it was easy to put more force behind it without it bending. Sean tried to relax his throat muscles but he was too tense from fear.
"Take it now, take it later," Horse said. "Later is going to be a lot harder."
It sounded like a veiled threat. Sean wondered if any of the others would come to his rescue if the big stud got really physical. Somehow, he doubted if any of them would mess with him, judging from the way they backed away when he approached. He fought down his fear gallantly, opening his throat to the huge cock, even lifting his head up to let Horse know that he was game to try it. Horse pressed his cock with his thumb to push it straight down, then bent his knees to put pressure behind his cock.
"AAwwwggghhhhhhh!" Sean groaned as the thick, hot cock forced his throat open and bored deeper in his throat.
"Holy Shit, look at that! He's taking it!"
"Is he taking it or is Horse making him take it?" somebody asked.
"He's taking it like a man," Horse declared. "Like a marine; not like you bunch of pussies."
"What do you mean pussies, you never asked me to suck your cock, Horse," someone whined jokingly.
"Fuck, he's taking it all the way! I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't standing here watching it."
"Hell, I don't believe the size of the guy's cock, let alone someone swallowing the fucker," someone said. Sean was unable to maintain his control and he started to gage and choke. He was in a panic before the huge cock was pulled out of his mouth. The marine pulled it out and stroked it for a moment. The others moved in closer to watch. It was apparently the first time any of them had seen Horse with a hardon.
"Geezusss!!"
"I never seen anything so big!"
It looked monstrously huge from where Sean lay, looking up at it; like a club standing out from Horse's pubes. He judged it to be as big as a forearm, and he was surprised that he had actually taken it down to his balls.
"Don't think I'm queer or anything, Horse, but I gotta feel that and see if it's real."
Sean was pleasantly stunned to see PFC Jason Brown reach around and wrap his hand around the big black cock. It was the first time that that he knew any of the marines had touched another.
"It's gonna take two hands," Jason said. He wrapped his other hand around it and was able to entwine his fingertips.
The Horse was anxious to get back to what he was doing. "You gonna play with it or suck it?" he asked Jason. "Cause I've got a stud here who wants to suck it you don't."
Jason quickly let go of his cock and Horse aimed it once more at Sean's mouth. "We won't go that deep again now that it's hard," Horse told him. "Just chow down on what you can handle."
Sean tried to suck it but there was little room to move his tongue the way he wanted to in order to make the man feel good.
"Don't be afraid to chew on it, it's a tough hunk of meat," The Horse said.
Sean folded his lips around his teeth as best he could and began chewing on the meaty cock. The marine cried out and groaned with pleasure. He liked the gentle pain, and Sean chewed on it like he was eating a big, juicy sausage.
"Shit, kid, you've got me so hot, I'm gonna come...just keep doing what you're doing...don't fuckin' stop...I'm gonna blast your fuckin' tonsils out...don't you dare fuckin' stop..."
He was nearly right. Sean didn't have enough of the shaft in his mouth to feel the pulsating surge through the big cock but he knew in a split second by the sudden swelling of the head that the marine was comming. A second later, the huge cock was shooting great loads of thick, hot come into his mouth. Unlike the others, even those with powerful spurts, The Horse's cock was pumping it out like a fire hose. Along with the bulk of cock meat, Sean's mouth was soon filled with come and it was running out the corners of his mouth faster than he could swallow it and running down his face. There was so much of it that he had to let it run. There was a strange excitement in being so overpowered by the big marine, being used as the vessel of his manliness. God, is he ever going to stop, Sean wondered. He didn't mind, he was simply amazed at the volume of semen bring shot out of the thick cannon.
The volume finally began to subside and The Hose was shoving more of his cock into Sean's mouth. The slick come lubricated the way into his throat and he finished him off with his cock all the way to his stomach. He pursed his lips around the thick meat to draw out the last drops of come as the marine pulled his cock out of his throat. Free of his mouth, it fell with a heavy smack against his thigh then swung out in a wide, proud arch.
"Geezusss, if I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it," Casey said
"He's all lubed up, right down his throat, if you wanta fuck his face," The Horse said as he turned back to his shower.
One of the marines straddled the bench behind him, and lifted Sean's legs up and spread them out wide.
"No, I can't do that," Sean said.
"How do you know, have ever tried it?" the marine asked.
"No...no...but I can't do it. There are too many of you, you guys would kill me."
Another marine stepped up to the head of the bench. "He's talking too much," he said as he dropped his cock into Sean's mouth. "Go ahead, fuck him, then I get my turn next," he told his buddy. Still others formed a line behind their buddies to wait their turns at Sean mouth and his butt.
Sean made only a token effort to get up and he was quickly pinned to the bench. He tried to look around to find Casey. Where the hell was Casey? He said they wouldn't do anything he didn't want them to do; he said it wouldn't get out of hand. Well, it was getting out of hand damned fast. He struggled again, but not too hard and to no avail. They held him secure as thick, long fingers probed inside his ass with lubricant and he knew it was going to happen. His thoughts flashed to a girl being raped and he wondered how they dealt with it. He put up a valiant fight but it was no use. There were too many of them. He did the only thing he could do; he relaxed and let it happen. Might as well; there was a hot cock pressing at the tight, vulnerable opening of his body and he was helpless but to let it happen. The marine probed and pushed and twisted and probed till suddenly his cock popped through.
"AAAWWWwgggghhhhhhhhh!" His cry was muffled by the thick steam. The pain was unthinkable; unbearable, except that he had to bear it. He cried out again.
"Somebody shove your cock in his mouth before he brings the whole neighborhood in on us," the marine said.
Someone straddled Sean's head and shoved his cock in his mouth. The marine shoved his cock deeper and deeper in his ass, plowing a path through his insides, till he was all the way in and Sean could feel his balls resting against his butt.
"Fuckin' unbelievable!" he moaned. "Shit, you can't imagine how tight he is!"
"Fuck him, man. I want my turn," someone said.
Thankfully the marine held still a moment longer to enjoy the sensations of having his cock squeezed by another guy's ass, and it gave Sean a chance to work through the pain so that it was at least bearable by the time he pulled back and shoved in again. His head hanging over the end of the bench made it easy for him to swallow the other marine's cock. For all of them, it was nothing but pure pleasure; they needed to get their rocks off more than enjoy it.
Gradually, the pain began to subside and Sean was surprised to feel pleasure creep in where the pain had been. He wanted to be shocked; horribly stunned that he was feeling any pleasure at all from being raped but who was he kidding? Deep down, this was what he wanted. If he'd fought hard enough, they would have let him go. But this was what he day-dreamed about. It was only a fantasy, but now the fantasy was being brought to life.
The marine lost control and lost his load deep in Sean's guts. It felt good, like a soothing balm to the delicate inner muscles that were so brutalized by the big cock. When he pulled out, another quickly took his place, and another took his place at his mouth. No two of them fucked the same way. For some it was simply a motion they went through to get their rocks off. Others seemed to enjoy the new experience and tried every different angle to see how it felt. A couple of them actually seemed to try to make Sean enjoy it. One especially, found Sean's joy spot...his prostate...and delighted in fucking his cock back and forth over to drive the boy crazy.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured. "You like it...right...there," he said as he shoved across the tiny love nut.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhhh...ohhhh...ohhhhhh, yeah, that feels so good," Sean moaned. "Ohhh, fuck me...ohhh, yeah...fuck me, you big stud-marine."
"Hell, listen to that, Mayford is making him beg for it!"