Well Dudes it is me again. This time I will tell you about my experience with an exchange lieutenant from the Royal Dutch Marines. Also I'll give you a short quiz. If you respond I'll send you a list of my other Nifty stories. Do you know where the Capitol of The Netherlands (Holland) is? Is it Rotterdam, or Amsterdam, or thee Hague or none of the above? Just write to Homers Odyssey oremond@earthoink.net . I write mostly for the Nifty Military section.
The usual disclaimers apply. If you are too young or it is illegal for you to read this where you are, leave now. There is no copyright on my stories, who in hell would want to copyright or plagiarize this?
The characters in this story did practice safe sex and wore condoms. It just isn't smart to go bare back these days. But I didn't include the details of dudes fumbling and messing around getting condoms on .
I'm dedicating this story to Alex who is no mean story writer himself. He is a cool dude and does things that really turn me on! Thanks Alex!
So, all you other cool dudes sit down, unzip and enjoy!
In my last story "Change of Duty Station" I was traveling to the West Coast in my trusty Corvette. I made it to one of the big Marine Bases out there and was assigned to an Infantry Battalion. I'd been with the Battalion for about six months when this story took place.
Shortly after I had arrived and had recuperated from a bout with pneumonia, an officer, Lieutenant, from the Royal Dutch Marine Force had joined our Regiment for a tour of duty as an Exchange Officer.
I had been in the field when the Dutch Marine Lieutenant arrived so didn't get to meet him until we came in from our Battalion two week field exercise. We had been in the Boondocks for over a month and I was sure glad to get to the BOQ where the clean sheets and hot showers were.
(Dudes, especially you uncut Dudes, sometimes I need to tell you things that you might not know about Marine talk and will tell you what the marine skinny is. This is a couple of instances of my communicating with all my readers, especially you Uncut Dudes. I'm cut myself, but I do love to have sex with uncut Dudes. Anyway, BOQ is the abbreviation for Batchelor Officer Quarters. Sometimes it is just referenced as "The Q". Next, Boondocks are mostly the area of a forest or jungle that is not built up. I think the term Boondocks comes from the name for the Bontok area of the Philippine Island of Luzon. Was it Queen Elizabeth I, who said if you have a question about the world, just ask a Marine and if he hasn't been there or the answer just doesn't exist. he will be sure to tell you all about it!)
I had hitched a ride to the Q and planned to pick up the corvette the next morning. In the meantime I wanted to clean up and go back to the Battalion area to see how my Platoon was doing about cleaning their gear and squaring away their Barracks area. It was about noon on Friday and after having lunch at the Officers Mess I arranged to be picked up and taken to the Battalion area.
When I got to my room at the Q I found that the other room that shared my bathroom, had been occupied while I was in the boondocks with the Battalion. The BOQ where I stayed consisted of 24 rooms and each two rooms shared a bathroom. The building was two storied with fire escape balconies at each end. There was a main entrance in the middle of the building and there was a duty Marine stationed there for checking officers in to the Q.. The duty Marine helped with the clean up by the civilian clean up detail. They swept out the rooms, made beds, cleaned bathrooms and swept the hallways. So, it really required little of the officers living there to keep the place up. The theory was that the officers had enough to do seeing to their duties that they really didn't have time for the maintenance of their quarters.
(Dudes, there is something I need to explain. A Marine Regiment has three Infantry Battalions and a Marine Battalion has very close to 1000 Marines. Each Battalion has three Companies with three infantry platoons in each Company. My infantry platoon had 47 Marines, including me. Confused? Just remember that I was a Platoon leader and I had 46 Marines working for me in my platoon.)
When I had checked things out at the Platoon, I got a ride to the Q and went up for a short nap. I heard some noise in the bathroom and figured it was the dude from next door. I was pretty zonked out so didn't wake up or anything. Later I did get up and dressed for dinner at the Officers mess. I finished dinner and had a bourbon and water to top it off and went back to my room. I wanted to run with my Platoon at 6 A.M. next morning, so I sacked out and set an alarm for 5 A.M.. I also put in for a piss call with the duty Marine downstairs and asked him to give me a call at 5 A.M.. It would be a Saturday but the Battalion worked half days on Saturdays when we were not in the field.
Next morning I ate a quick breakfast at the mess and got my ride to the Battalion where we began a Battalion run of three miles. Then I did some paper work and at 1200 the lieutenant who had arranged to drive me to the vehicle park showed up and we went and picked up my beautiful red vette. (Dudes, military time is based on a 24 hour day. Thus 1200 is noon time and 1800 would be 6 P.M. in civilian time. Do you get it?)
After a little work on the vette, I drove her to the Q and went up to my room and a shower. After the shower I got into some civvies (that is civilian clothes for you uncut Dudes). I went to the door of the other room and knocked but there was no answer. I went down stairs and over to the Officers Mess where I had a New York steak with all that goes with it. Then I got into the vette and went to the Base movie where I watched some lousy movie. And then back to my room where I stripped naked, played with myself and shot a powerful wad of cum that even splashed onto my face. I got up went into the shower and cleaned off. Then it was rack time and the end of a hot time on a Saturday on the base.
Next Monday I had the trusty vette so got to the Battalion early. The Company Executive Officer clued me in on the goings on of the Company and the Battalion. He told me that a Dutch Marine Officer was being transferred to our Battalion from another Battalion. He told me that the Dutch Officer was named Hans Richter and that he was a Left Tenant which is the equivalent of one of our First Lieutenants' rank. Also, that the Battalion Commander wanted to have a mess Night early next month. A Mess Night is a formal affair limited to Officers and is held at the unit officers mess. All the officers wear their Dress Blue uniforms and sometimes the dinner ends in a drunken brawl. The Company Executive Officer said he thought that the Dutch Officer was living in the same BOQ as I was. he asked me to check it out and make friends with Richter if he was in my Q. Richter was going to be assigned to our Company so maybe I could sort of take him under my wing. Jeese, as if I didn't have enough on my plate. I gave the obligatory "Aye, aye, Sir" and told the Company Executive Officer I would take care of it.
That evening just after I returned to the Q and was undressing to my civvies there was a knock from the other side of the bathroom door.
I said "come in" and was I ever surprised! The door from the bathroom opened and there in the doorway stood this naked body with his cock hanging out. He was completely bare ass. he was straw blond even to his pubic hair and underarms. He had a light growth of hair on his legs. Also if you looked carefully you could trace a treasure trail of straw colored hair down the from to his pubes. His bod looked like the torso of the David statue in Florence. All of this I absorbed in a flash. His cock was at rest and probably measured 2 or 3 inches soft. Luckily I was able to pull my trousers up to where they covered most of the lower part of my bod and did not show the beginnings of a woodie.
The Eros in the doorway spoke. In a slightly German or Dutch accent he said "my name is Hans Richter, Left Tenant Richter, that is. I am living next to you. If there is anything I can do or need to do, please let me know"! God, if there was anything he could do! I wanted to strip my bod and throw him on the floor and have sex with him right there and then.
Instead I told him my name and that my Company Executive Officer had told me that he would be coming to our Company and I was to look after him to get him oriented. I was thinking "Bod to Bod we would make beautiful music. Just how do I get this Adonis into my rack with me?"
For the next couple of weeks Hans followed me just about every where. In the mornings he came into our bathroom naked and shaved if I was in the shower or showered while I shaved. sometimes he sported a 6 inch piss hard on. He sure wasn't shy about his cock and did a lot of shaking of it after pissing.. We ate breakfast at the Officers Mess together and discussed the day's schedule. After breakfast it was into the vette and off to the Platoon for the morning run. Hans was in very good shape and would sometimes run the course backwards. Then we had our morning coffee and held our Platoon non commissioned officers briefing. When we were alone Hans would question me about the U. S. Marine Corps and I would ask him about the Royal Dutch Marines. We often spoke about the Dutch attitude about homosexuality in their Military. Hans never gave out whether he was Gay or not. There were subtle hints but I never could be really sure.
In the evenings after work Hans would follow me around like a puppy dog. We would have dinner at the Mess get a drink at the bar and watch TV until about 2100 or so and then go back to the Q to hit the rack.
It was soon time for our Battalion Mess Night. I hadn't thought much about it, but one day Hans asked me just what it was all about and would he be expected to wear his dress uniform. I told him "yes" and then asked him if there was any equivalent Mess Night in the Dutch Royal Marines. He told me that once a week when they were on base, the Dutch Officers ate their evening meal together and played rough games after dinner and usually got very drunk. Mostly they did this on Friday or Saturday nights so they could sleep away their hang over the next morning.
He told me that one of the games that the Junior Officers played was for the newest young officer to have his drinks bought for him and the deal was for him to get very drunk and then they raffled him off to another Junior Officer who took him up to his bed. From there on it was up to the raffle Officer winner as to what happened. Did I ever sport a hard on as he told me about this one. I'm sure Hans noticed and I could spot a 6 inch bulge in Hans' crotch also.
Finally the big night arrived. Both Hans and I had our Dress Uniforms cleaned and pressed. Hans' uniform was not a lot different than mine. He had a white dress cap, blue tunic and very tight light powder blue trousers. With his close cropped straw colored hair he was gorgeous. Did I forget to tell you that both our uniforms had stiff white wrap around collars? They did and we looked good in them.
The Battalion Silver was paraded in to the dining area, the wine glasses were charged and the roast beef was paraded. We sat down and Hans was seated next to me! Where else? We ate a long dinner, toasted the President of the United States, toasted the Marine corps and began to get some drunk. The Majors and the Colonel cut out early, so that us Lieutenants and Captains could play naughty games and see who could drink the other Lieutenants and Captains under the table. I played it cool as I could and as much as I could avoided as much of the alcohol as was possible. I noticed that Hans was playing it pretty cool also. By 0100 many of the officers had drifted off and I was just sitting in an easy chair waiting for the energy to get up and go back to my room.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and half turned to find Hans there. He said "it is getting stuffy in here. Why don't we go back to the BOQ and sit on the fire escape balcony and cool off a little?" I noticed that Hans was sporting a slight bulge at his crotch, but didn't pay much attention to it.
When we got to the balcony we rustled up some deck chairs and sat down next to each other. Hans started right out. He said "I was expecting more than that. Where was the orgy? Where was the sex? I've been horney all week and figured I would spurt my juice tonight. How about you? Americans sure play it cool! In Holland half of the lieutenants would be screwing and the other half would be sucking each other off. But, I didn't see any of that going on!" "Well," I said, "In America sex is sort of a private thing and it hasn't been too long since the Military would Court Martial you for even thinking of strewing or blowing your buddy. Now it is don't ask and don't tell. Most Dudes in the Military would and do have had Male to Male sex, but they don't talk about it and they try to cover up their experience. Now, with you and me, I'm hot to jump your beautiful ass and that is if I can get my trousers down over my 6 1/2 inch hard on. Why don't we go back to my room where we can get naked and do some playing around?"
Hans grinned and said "I have been waiting for you to make a move on me. God, I've been dreaming of our having sex with each other!". With that he took my hand pulled me to my feet and we walked into the Q and down the hallway to my room.
Slowly we unhooked our stiff collars then we each unbuttoned each others tunic. We carefully hung the tunics on hangers. We each took off our highly polished shoes, our socks and dropped our trousers. Hans was wearing jockey shorts and an armless under shirt and I was in a green T shirt with green boxers. We both sported big bulges at our crotches.
Hans pulled me to him and our cocks pressed against one another. Hans was pulling my boxers down while I slipped his jockeys down over his hips and hard cock. When we had pulled our under shirts over our heads and were completely naked, we tumbled on to the bed. I was so hot for him that when I kissed him I almost shot my wad right then. Our lips pressed against one another and our tongues were exploring each others mouths. We ground our cocks and bods together in exquisite union. Hans asked "will you fuck me? Please tell me that you will fuck me and then let me fuck you". But, before we did that he turned around and we were both laying mouthe to each others cock. he was cut and all i needed to do was to place my lips around the ridge of the tip of his cock. He did the same for me and strings of pleasure ran from my cock to my very being. he was moaning and groaning as I sucked him down my throat as far as I could. "My God, if we kept this up I was going to shoot before I even got my cock into his ass"! Finally, he pushed me away and turned around and on to his stomach. He said "fuck me quick. I want it so bad. Put the pillow under my chest and you can stroke me while you are fucking me. Oh yeah, do it now! I want your sweet cock all the way in to my ass, and your balls slapping against the cheeks of my ass. Play with me and keep me hard! Slide your hand up and down on my cock gently and I'll tell you when to stop".
As I thrust deeply into his throbbing ass hole and pushed next to his love nut he would tighten his ass muscles when I pulled back and open them when i thrust into him. it didn't take long for me to tell him that I was going to come. He said "let itt happen and then I can fuck you! Fill my ass hole with your cum and then we can use some of it to lubricate my cock for the fucking I am going to give you.
Two more strokes and I was thrusting in cum that I was shooting up his ass. I couldn't help it but i was groaning loudly as the exquisite pleasure of coming in his ass hit me. It seemed like it was going to last forever. He squeezed my cock with his ass cheeks muscles and with each squeeze my cock experienced another thrill of pleasure. "God, it felt so good! I hadn't had a sex partner since I had joined the Battalion. All I had been doing was using my right hand to get my rocks off. now I was pulling out of a sex partner and was about to get a cock up my own ass. How I wanted it!
I got into a doggie position and guided Hans into my throbbing ass hole. We had rubbed my cum onto his cock and it slipped easily into my ass hole. When it rubbed my love nut I started getting hard again. We worked a rhythm and as I heard Hans moan and say, "So deep, oh so good! Oh so good!" I was so turned on that I was moaning with his every stroke. "Oh God let it last" I groaned. "Let it go on forever!" We kept it up a long time without Hans coming. But I finally did come again and Hans was kissing and nibbling the back of my neck.
Finally as all good things must, Hans filled my ass with his creamy jizz. We lay on the bed for a while before we got up and showered. We played around a bit in the shower, but we were both so worn out by our sex play that we soon were spooned in my bed with the door locked.
Well Dudes, you can guess the rest. Hans and I had sex most every night until our Battalion was shipped out for Iraq and Hans was transferred to another Battalion where he was on the prowl again.
Dudes, remember the quiz and how to answer me at oremond@earthlink.net .
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