Davis and Morris confusion

By Dusty Miller

Published on Jan 12, 2020

Gay

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I work as an IT contractor on classified government systems. I'm not going to go into detail about that except to say I spend most of my time working for Three Letter Agencies in the Washington DC area.

However, this assignment was working on Navy systems in Pearl Harbor. I was staying in a decent but not luxurious hotel in Waikiki, (a solid 3.5 stars). It was March, and so there was lots of eye candy around the hotel and especially the pool.

Every day I would battle the traffic in my rental car into the base, sign into the building and get one of the uniformed techs to open up the server room for me. I didn't really engage anyone in conversation, it was very solitary work. If had a question about something, I just asked whichever uniform was handiest.

I did notice one hot guy in particular named Specialist Davis. He was a quite a stud in his USMC battle dress, biceps bulging. He was in his early 20s, blond with a jarhead haircut, blue eyes, about 5'10" and clearly worked out a lot. Nice bulge too. I smiled a lot whenever I interacted with him. He ignored me but didn't seem offended either.

On my last day before leaving Hawaii, when he let me back in the server room after lunch, I made a point of thanking Specialist Davis by rank and name.

"Uh, I'm Specialist Morris, Sir. Specialist Davis is still at lunch."

I looked at him more closely and realized, to my horror, that this jarhead was not the jarhead I thought he was. Both of them looked almost the same, especially in uniform - they were about the same age, same build, same haircut and widow's peak, same bored expression.

"I'm very sorry. I must have mixed the two of you up."

"It's easy. He's the better looking one," said Morris, who was bemused by the confusion.

"I think you're pretty handsome." I was leaving soon anyway. Some light flirting wouldn't hurt.

"Naw, he's 5 years younger, 15 pounds lighter and works out all the time."

"You've still got it."

He looked put out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"That's okay. I don't care if you are..." he trailed off.

"I am gay," I stated.

"Okay, yeah, it's cool."

"Thanks. I'm Logan, by the way." I offered my hand.

He shook it. "I'm Cody," he replied.

Neither of us said anything.

"Where did you grow up?" he asked me.

"I was a base brat. My dad was Army. So basically everywhere."

"I'm from a farm in Indiana. I never met a lot of gay people until I joined up. I was pretty homophobic in high school but I've learned."

"Things have changed a lot in a short time," I said.

"Are you married or do you have a boyfriend or anything?" He sure did have a lot of questions.

"Nope. Single and free," I smiled. "What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Nope. I haven't fooled around with a girl in a long time."

This was clearly going somewhere.

I looked him right in the eye. "I would suck your dick right now if you asked me to."

"I've never let a guy do that to me before."

"But you've had offers," I guessed.

"Yeah."

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"Yeah, well kind of. I've always wanted to try getting fucked actually."

My eyebrows shot up and my mouth opened in surprise.

He shrugged. "I like putting stuff up there when I jerk off."

"Like a finger?"

"Like a dildo."

"And now a real, live cock."

"I've thought about it."

"I bet you don't say that to very many people."

"You're the only one I've ever told."

"Why me?"

"Because you're leaving Hawaii tomorrow. I just want to try it."

"You're going to love it." I wrote down my cell number and room and hotel on a yellow sticky for him. "Anytime after 6."

"Maybe around 8."

"See you then."

He left.

I could barely concentrate on work, but I managed to finish up and went back to Waikiki around 3 pm. I was pretty horny thinking about fucking a Marine in my hotel room, but I managed not to jerk off. I went for a swim instead.

I made sure to stay in my room in case he decided to come early, but he was precisely on time. He was wearing a navy blue golf shirt and khakis. He looked hot.

He seemed very unsure of himself so I decided to go slow. I pulled two cans of beer out of the mini-fridge and handed him one. The room had two queen beds so we sat facing each other, sipping our drinks.

"I see you're prepared," he commented, gesturing towards the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

"I've been looking forward to this. You're a very hot man."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"You seem nervous."

"Were you nervous the first time you hooked up with a stranger in a hotel room for sex?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I was terrified. But it turned out to be a good experience in the end."

He smiled grimly. "That was a terrible pun."

"I'm not sorry."

I set my beer down, moved to the other bed and sat right next to him. I put my arm around his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. He accepted it, and our tongues met. I could feel his nervousness turn to excitement as we made out, hands exploring under shirts. He was naturally smooth, as he had little body hair and no stubble from shaving.

I started to pull his shirt off. He pulled it over his head and dropped it on the floor. He had a great body. His khakis were tented by a boner, which I groped through the fabric, making him moan.

I started stripping myself and he followed suit and pretty soon we were both naked and facing each other and stroking each other's boner. He had a standard 6" cut cock that was ramrod straight and erect. His pubes were natural and untrimmed.

I dropped to my knees and sucked him for a bit. I felt his ass and thighs, which were muscular and hard. My finger grazed his crack and then went deeper to press against his pucker. He liked that.

"Get on the bed," I instructed.

He immediately hopped on the bed on his hands and knees. He was ready and eager to have his ass played with. This is what he came for.

I pulled his cheeks apart and started rimming him. He was clean and freshly showered down there, the taste was only of freshly washed Marine. He loved the rimming. He moaned and squirmed and begged for more. I kept at it for a few minutes until my tongue got tired. Then I grabbed the lube and started working a finger in. He liked that too.

"Oh my god," he almost shouted when I got passed the second ring and stroked his prostate. "Fuck me, please, I can't wait any longer."

I lubed my cock and lined it up for entry. I'm not longer than average, but I am thick. Thick enough to make any bottom groan.

I started teasing his hole without actually forcing my way in. He couldn't wait any longer and pushed out to relax his sphincter and my cock slid in very naturally. I let it go in halfway and held still to let him adjust.

"So good," he said.

I pushed in the rest of the way and he moaned again. He may have been a virgin, but he had clearly used his dildo enough to be ready to be fucked. Still, his ass still gripped my cock tightly and the sensation was mindblowing.

I started longdicking him slowly, gradually building up some speed. He was loving it and I was pretty turned on by taking his cherry, so I started to pound away in earnest. He was vocal as anything.

My orgasm was not far off no matter what, so I gave him a jackrabbit finish and blew my load inside him. He immediately started jacking himself so I didn't pull out, I just let him bring himself off while I was still inside him. He came quickly.

Afterwards, we lay on our backs beside each other, slowly recovering. We didn't speak but just enjoyed the afterglow. Our fingers touched lightly.

"Thank you," he finally said.

"Thank you for letting me be your first."

"That was better than I had even hoped."

"Anytime, stud."

"How about now? Can you do me again now?"

This time I fucked him on his back while he held his legs up. I gave it to him as hard as I could and he loved every minute.

As soon as we were done round two, I was already scheming about how I could get back to Hawaii again soon. Fucking this Marine was addictive.

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