Jason, Real Life Marine

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**031 - Jason, Real Life Marine (and Rake)

Jason, Real Life Marine

(and Rake)

This is about another Marine returned from Iraq. I am part of a local organization that helps returning veterans get settled into civilian life. We find him a place to live; try to find him a job, and help with furniture and anything else he need, like sheets, towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, shaving gear. Along with support and friendship.

I go out to check up on him from time to time, see how he's doing, if he needs anything, or needs me to take him someplace, because he won't ask me, and we usually have a couple of beers while I'm there. I always take a cold six pack along, sometimes a twelve pack, and leave what we don't drink. I've told him he can borrow my truck if he wants to take a girl out. But he never does. He says he doesn't know any girl who would go out with him. A couple of times he's talked a little about his time in Iraq, answering my questions as briefly as he can. I can see it's going to take time for him to open up to me, but the last time he said it's better talking to me than to the shrinks at the VA.

I go see him one day after dinner, about dusk, with a fresh supply of beer. This time he's downing the beer pretty fast--he's already had some before I arrived--and he starts talking about Iraq, without me asking, and he's getting a little emotional. He has done that before, but not like this, because he tends to cut the conversation off before he gets to that point.

He had downed two beers and was on his third, plus whatever he'd had before I got there, when he started telling me about "the worst time I ever had over there." He talked about several firefights, then he started talking right in the middle of telling me about one really fierce battle. Then he stopped suddenly and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head down.

I didn't say anything, just sat there and waited for him to go on, if he was going to continue. I thought he needed to get it out but I didn't want to push him or try to draw it out of him. I took the beer from his hand; I thought it was about empty, and it was. I got him another one.

"I don't want to get drunk. I get sappy and talk shit when I get drunk."

I gave him the beer. "It's just you and me. It's okay to get sappy and you can talk all the shit you want. And if you pass out I'll put you to bed."

He didn't argue. He said, "You're a fuckin' saint," and he opened the beer and downed about half of it. "Man, I've got so much shit going on in my head." I waited through his long pause. "I loved that guy more'n a brother," he said finally, very quietly, shaking his head, and I thought his voice broke. With his head down, I didn't know if he was crying.

"I was never in combat, but I understand the tight bond in the military," I said quietly.

"It was more than that," he said. He looked up at me. "I loved him....like, it probably violated don't-ask-don't- tell." He kept looking at me, like he wanted to make sure that what he was telling me soaked in. Then he looked a little embarrassed, as if he'd just realized what he said, "Okay, now you know.....if you want leave."

I was surprised at what he was telling me but tried not to show it, and I found myself saying, "No, I don't want to leave. I understand that too. How did it happen, if you don't mind telling me."

He looked surprised, and he composed himself--he had started to break down.

"You really want to hear it?" he said.

"Yeah, if you don't mind telling me about it."

He went on about the fierce battle. Two guys were killed; one of them was his best buddy that I now knew was more than just a best buddy. He broke down again telling it but he managed to get it out, to where they brought his buddy back.

He stood up suddenly and swore, "Fuck! Life fuckkin' sucks!" He got another beer, offered it to me and opened it himself when I declined. He went over to the window that looked out on a nice flower garden below. It was getting dark. He gazed out for a moment then he looked around at me. "You, uh....you said you understand." He had not taken a drink from the beer.

I nodded. "Yes. I've been there myself." He turned his head over his shoulder and just looked at me, like he wasn't sure we were on the same wave length, or maybe he didn't believe me. "Did he know?" I asked.

"Yeah, he knew," he said, looking back to the window. "Just the night before. We'd gone for a walk around the compound after chow. I opened up and told him. It was like I had a ....like I had a feeling, only the feeling was about me not coming back and I wanted him to know."

"What'd he say? What did you tell him?" I asked. Then I said quickly, "Look, if you don't want to tell me everything, it's okay, if I'm getting too personal. I don't mean to pry."

"No, it's okay, I don't mind. You're the only other person I've told. I haven't even told the shrinks, and I don't intend to. It's none of their fuckin' business. It feels good, being able to talk to somebody and get it out in the open." He took another swig of beer, barely a sip, and then a deep breath and went on. "I told him about the feelings I had. I told him I loved him. Not that I was in love with him but that I loved him, a lot. I told him I was afraid I would lose his friendship by telling him but I was willing to take the risk so he would know, before it was too late. He said not to worry about that, he was glad I told him. He didn't understand it but he admired my guts. Then he asked me what it meant, exactly. You have to understand, he was from Iowa, a corn fed farm boy. Most of what he knew about sex was about animals, before girls. He really didn't completely understand where I was coming from."

"Maybe he did and he was just wanting to have you tell him."

"I don't think so," he said, shaking his head. "I told him how I felt, that they were physical feelings, like I wanted to get physical with him. He asked me then if that meant I wanted to have sex with him. I told him yes. He sort of smiled and said he might be cool with that. Man, I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. I was surprised at his answer but I didn't think he still completely understood what I meant by getting physical and having sex with another guy. But we went on and talked about when that might happen and the risk involved. I was surprised he was even talking about it. We decided it would have to be when we rotated back to the States and could go off base. I don't think he still completely understood what it meant, though. Then the next day......." He stopped again and started to take another drink of beer but set it down. Then he said, more to the window than to me, "Now he won't ever completely understand."

Another long pause, then he looked up at me again. "You ever have a blowjob?" he asked with an easy smile.

I tried not to show my surprise at his question. "Of course. I don't know many guys who haven't. Have you?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"That doesn't surprise me. I can see where there would be a lot of guys willing to take care of you."

"You, too, but I meant from women," he said.

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled.

"Listen, you could spend the night if you want," he said, picking up his beer. Then he laughed. "That probably sounded weird, asking if you want to stay the night right after we talked about blowjobs, but I meant you might not want to drive."

"I never took it that way," I said.

He finished the beer. I got him another one, and one for myself.

"You trying to get me drunk?"

"You don't have to drink it, I just don't like drinking alone," I said, and I reached for it. He didn't give it to me. He took a sip then started taking off his boots. "Just in case I pass out," he said.

We were quiet for a moment. "Have you met a girl yet?"

"No. Not much chance of that without a vehicle."

"I told you, you can borrow my truck," I said.

"I wouldn't know where to go looking for a woman, or where to take her. I'm not from around here you know."

"Can't say I do either, it's been too long for me," I said. Then I let it out. "It would probably surprise you to know that I only know where to go looking for guys."

He gaped at me. "No shit! You serious?"

I smiled and nodded. "Serious."

"Well son of a bitch. I mean you said you understood but I would've never guessed......."

"Have you ever had sex with another guy?" I asked. I somehow thought he never had. I didn't know why, he just sounded like a fresh faced kid talking the talk from the perspective of total inexperience.

"No. I never knew I even wanted to till I met this guy. I never had feelings like that till I met Rake. His name was Rachelmeyer. We called him Rake. I never knew I had feelings like that lurking around inside me. I was totally straight all my life, in high school and in basic training. Don't know what it was but there was something about him that brought it out. Scared the shit out of me at first but over there .....over there you learn to deal with things, put things in priority and deal with them head on....while there's still time. This got to the top of my priority list and I knew I had to deal with it. There's an urgency, you know, in dealing with things over there, `cause you don't know if you're going to have the chance tomorrow. I still waited till closer to my rotation date; that was nothing but a case of no guts. But then......" He sucked in a deep breath and his lips tightened. "But then he rotated back before me."

"Oh, I...I thought....he was killed," I said.

"He was." He held the bottle with his fingertips at his side. "And now I've got it to deal with it all over again. But I don't know if I will. Maybe I'll just go back to being straight." He let out a little guffaw at that.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm really sorry."

He went to get another beer. He got it out of the cooler but then put it back, saying he'd had enough. Then he sat down and leaned back on the couch. He seemed more relaxed and I thought that was probably from the beer.

"You, uh....said you understand," he said again.

"I had a buddy like your Rake, only I didn't have your guts," I said. "We're still best friends and I still don't have your guts."

"He doesn't know?" He sounded incredulous.

"No."

"Don't be a fool. Tell him, while you still can."

"I can't....I can't risk our relationship.""

"So, you don't completely understand, from experience. I mean about the physical feelings."

"Oh, I understand that quite well, just not with him," I said. I had the feeling that we were on the verge. He was a hurting virgin, teetering on the edge of trying to go back to straight. I knew that wouldn't work, not completely, but he could take the same path I had taken; go straight enough to pass for straight.

"It gets lonely, doesn't it, without the camaraderie," I said.

"Yeah, it does."

"I told you to call me," I reminded him.

"I didn't want to bother you," he said.

"No, you don't want anybody to think you need somebody," I said. "When you're man enough to admit that you do, call me." He didn't reply to that.

I sucked up my courage and moved over to the couch and sat beside him. "Jason...." My voice choked for some reason and I had to swallow the lump in my throat but I kept my courage. I put my hand on his leg. "Do you mind if I do this?" I asked hoarsely. I moved my hand up and squeezed the front of his jeans, impressed with the meaty bulge there. "How long has it been?" I asked.

"With someone else? Or my own hand? That was three days ago. Someone else, met someone the day I came stateside." His cock was hardening, filling my hand.

"Do you mind if I ask you....it's interesting, the way you put that....someone else, instead of a woman."

"It wasn't a woman," he said. "I know, I lied. It was with a guy I met in a bar. He invited me to his room."

"Can I ask......"

"It was mutual, if that's what you're wondering," he cut in.

"Oh." I was surprised because he said

"I would like to say it was because I was grateful, was the reason I returned the favor. And I was. It was the only time......" He let his voice trail off as he looked squarely at me. "You can believe me this time," he said.

"I believe you."

"I told you I talk shit when I drink too much, I even lie."

"I believe you," I said again. I had moved my hand from his crotch but put it back. He had hardened some. "Jason, would you, uh....like to have sex with another guy?"

"You mean the whole enchilada?"

"As much of it as you want," I said. "I wouldn't be Rake, but......."

He hesitated for a few seconds. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I would."

I stood up and started taking off my clothes. He watched openly. I thought I could see want in his eyes and I wondered how this would be for him. He didn't make any move to get undressed and I thought he might have an infirmity he didn't want me to see. I waited till I was down to my shorts, then said, "I'm starting to feel overdressed," I joked. Then he started taking his clothes off.

"I didn't know you would be up to this," he said hoarsely. "I didn't really think anybody would understand that kind of loneliness."

"I think every service man understands that," I said.

He seemed at ease now, stripping off his clothes. I waited till he was down to his boxers before I pulled off my briefs. He left his shorts on and turned out the light and the room was bathed in the softer glow from the streetlight. "I don't like the light on except just enough to see," he said. It was a personal quirk; he didn't have any kind of infirmity that I could tell.

I told him that was okay with me too, about the lights. "You never even messed around with other boys when you were a kid?" I asked with a smile.

"Me and another kid jacked off together a couple of times, that's all. Not even each together, exactly, we did ourselves."

"So you and Rake would've been total virgins."

"Fumbling our way, yeah," he said as he moved around to the bed. The room was the bedroom and living room combined, with the bed a couple of feet behind the couch. He asked as he sat on the bed, "Listen, I....it would've been his first time...is it okay if I sort of pretend you're Rake? I know it probably sounds dumb."

"I can't control what's going on in your head, but I would be honored to be Rake for you. I'm not a virgin, though. Far from it."

"I've imagined this so many times, I can make you him in my mind," he said as he lay back.

For all his excitement, he wasn't completely hard. I thought it might be because he was scared. I crawled on the bed on my stomach beside him and put one arm around his waist and one leg over his thighs. "I'll make this as good as I can for you," I said.

"It doesn't have to be all about me," he said.

"Yeah, it does. That's just the way it is with me. You're a Marine. I want to pay homage to that, and honor your courage."

"You're embarrassing me is what you're doing."

"So be embarrassed," I said as I moved my arm down across his loins, against the bulge in his shorts.

He put his arm around my back and shoulders and then moved his hand rather tentatively down to my butt.

I clenched my butt muscles and said, "You can have that later if you want."

"You're going to let me fuck you, for real?"

"If you want to?"

"Godd, yes."

"But you'll be fucking Rake," I said.

"Yeah," he said, his voice soft and quiet. "And then you....you're probably going to want to fuck me?" he added.

"Only if you want me to." Hopeful as I would; I had not expected this, and certainly hadn't expected things to advance this far. I didn't know how to bring it up but there was a little matter of flushing out; I wanted to make this a wonderful experience for him. "Listen, Jason, there is something that needs to be taken care of first," I said, a little embarrassed. "I need to get something out of my truck."

"Alright."

I slipped on my pants and T-shirt and went out to my truck and dug out two Fleets from my bag behind my seat and a small tube of lube.

"Need to use your bathroom," I said when I came back inside. I would have taken care of it before I came but I didn't know things would go this far.

"Sure."

I flushed out then set the other Fleet on the sink for him, for later if it came to that; I wasn't sure it would, and I wasn't going to press it. I worked a good amount of lube into my ass to be ready for him. Then I went in and resumed my position on the bed. He still wasn't hard. I began kissing his chest and he flexed the solid pecs for me. I licked and nibbled on his tits. He moaned softly, I think surprised at the feelings he had there.

"You probably never had anybody do that before," I said.

"I've never had anybody do anything," he said. "Well, that one guy, but that doesn't count in my mind. I don't think he really knew what he was doing. I think he was out to make a few discoveries about himself."

I smiled and said, "I love a virgin." I kissed all over his chest. I felt like I really was paying him homage and I wanted to cover every inch of his great body with my mouth. I made my way down his stomach, going back and forth across his bulging ab muscles. He was pretty ripped, I expected partly caused by a loss of weight from the hot weather in Iraq. Then I ran my hand down inside his shorts. His cock was hard now, thick, felt like about eight inches long. The head matched his body, thick and stocky. I tugged at his shorts and he lifted his butt to let me take them off. His cock was rising, swelling out beautifully and I trembled with anticipation. I could tell he had potential--he was thick and meaty. He was not disappointing me. I moved down on the bed and kissed his cock. I licked it all over but didn't take it in my mouth.

"OOhhhhh," he moaned, deep in his chest. He sounded grateful. "I feel like I should be doing the same for you."

"You don't have to."

"It would be because I want to," he said.

"While that's getting hard......," I said, as I circled his cock and nuzzled his heavy balls. I kissed each one and took them in my mouth. He groaned deep in his stomach, sounded like, Ohh, fuck.

I kissed down his inner thigh as I stroked his muscular calf, then went to his other leg. Back in his crotch, I kissed up the underside of his cock. At the top I lashed my tongue back and forth along the underside of the head. It bobbed and quivered under my touch. Jason reached down and pushed it up with his thumb.

"Looks like it's getting anxious?" I said with a smile as I continued licking the head of his cock.

"You know it," he said.

I took his cock in my hand and he put his hand back under his head. He cradled his head in his hands so he could watch.

"Godd, you're torturing me. Take it, man.....please," he said hoarsely.

But I wasn't ready. I didn't want it to be just about sex; I wanted to make him feel wanted, and desired. "Why don't you just lie here for a while and let me make you feel good. You were telling me why you got out."

"No I wasn't. But I will. I couldn't take it anymore, being around all of those guys day in and day out....eating, sleeping, showering together. Even fighting together. There is something very sexual about witnessing raw courage in combat. You probably think that's sick."

"No. I can understand that." He reached over for the beer bottle on the night stand. It was empty. "Do you want another beer?"

"I don't want to lose this buzz and have to start all over again."

I got up and got us two more beers. I handed him one, standing beside the bed. "Tell me something, if we met in a bar, would you go for me?"

"Would you ask me?" he said.

"I would definitely be trying to think of some way to see if you're interested," I said.

"Why not the straight forward approach?"

"That approach can get you knocked on your ass if you use it on the wrong guy. I would not want to take that chance with you. I think I would soften you up first, feel you out."

"Stand right there, let me think about it," he said.

I stood with my knees touching the edge of the mattress.

"That has got to be the biggest cock I ever saw. And I've seen a lot of cocks. So have you, you were in the service."

"I held my own in the barracks," I said.

"Did you hold anybody else's?"

"No. I wanted to. One in particular. We roomed together. But I never found my nerve."

"That's a shame, and such a waste."

"I know....one of my greatest regrets."

"If you had to do it over again......"

"I would make my move," I said.

"How do you think he would react?"

"I really don't know but if he gave me the slightest hint of encouragement, I would be all over him in a heartbeat," I said.

"And I bet he would welcome it." He reached for my cock just as I was getting back in bed. I let him keep hold of it, his hand felt good, but I kept my focus on him.

He was big--a good eight inches, confirmed--and thick, but I was good at handling big cocks. I rose up over him and took his cock in my mouth. He let out a surprised gasp that turned into a moan that turned into a loud, rumbling groan as I swallowed him all the way down.

"Holy fuckin' shit!" He groaned. "Ohh, Godd!"

Part of the reaction was, I'm sure, because he was so close to being a virgin and he had never felt such exquisite pleasure, but part of it, too, was the desperate want and anticipation that he had endured for so long. What I didn't realize at the time was that he was letting himself be caught up in his fantasy of me being Rake. I held him in my throat for a long moment, squeezing and milking his cock with my throat muscles. Then I rose up several inches and went back down. I did it several times before I asked, "That feeling okay for you?" His eyes were closed.

"Ohh, God, Rake, I can't even begin to tell you," he whimpered.

A chill ran through me. Suddenly I was Rake. I had done this before--role played-- with a couple of guys and it was very erotic. I would do my best to be Rake for him. I actually tried to psyche myself up for it and shed my own identity. I sucked his big cock slowly, giving every inch full attention, from the head down to the base. He responded with his hands moving to my head to guide me and hold me down as he tightened his butt muscles to drive his cock up into my throat. Several times he paused, I supposed to hold off, and I stopped moving my tongue but I couldn't keep my throat muscles from contracting around his thick meat. He pushed my head up.

"Aww, fuck, you gotta stop, I'm getting too close," he said.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked, as I rose up on my haunches.

"Yeah," he said, and he opened his eyes. Then he did an odd thing. He got up from the bed and pulled down the blind and we could barely make each other out. I thought it was so he could better imagine me as Rake in the dark.

He came back to the bed. "God, I've wanted to fuck you for so long."

Yeah, I was Rake.

I had stretched out on the bed and now I brought my legs up. "Like this okay?" I asked.

He got on the bed and took my ankles and held my legs up and out wide as he positioned himself. I humped my butt up to meet his searching cock.

"I don't want to hurt you Rake, but it probably will."

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing I can't handle," I said. I didn't know Rake and I didn't know his voice or how he would talk, but I tried.

The way he leaned down over me I thought we were going to make out but when I started to kiss him he pulled away.

"I don't kiss."

"I've been that route myself," I said. "You really ought to try to get over it."

"I know. But I just can't bring myself to kiss another guy."

"Let me show you."

The way he pulled away from me at first made it an air kiss, but then my lips brushed his, barely, and he didn't pull away. That's all I did for a moment, just brushed my lips back and forth on his while I felt the head of his cock bobbing up and down, brushing against my asshole. His lips were still tightly pursed but I felt them soften when I slipped the tip of my tongue along his upper lip.

"Let me feel your tongue," I whispered as I kept tongue-kissing his lips. It was still a moment before our tongues touched and he moaned softly when they did.

"Yeah, you felt that," I whispered back.

He moaned again then seemed to take the lead. His tongue searched out mine now. I withdrew and his tongue went into my mouth to find it.

I managed to mouth, "fuck me" and like the Marine he was, he took charge. My mouth became his battleground, my tongue his to capture and devour. He hunkered forward and his cock burst through my hole with surprising ease, almost no pain; I was that ready for him. At the same time he lifted my leg up around his hip and I brought my other leg up around his waist. I felt his cock slick with precum and hoped that would be enough to do the job. Still, I prepared for the onslaught of his thick cock.

He was adept; he sank all the way in. The pause came only when his cock was buried to the hilt. The little bit of discomfort subsided, as I knew it would, and gave way to the wonderful pulsations of his thick cock sending tiny eddies of pleasure all through me.

The whole time, was kissing me like he was madly in love. He came up for air and said, "You wanted to get fucked."

"Yeah."

"Thought I'd better make sure I understood you," he said.

"If it was a misunderstanding.....if I said no.....would you stop?"

"Hell, no," he said. He covered my mouth with his again as he began fucking me. He fucked me hard. He approached brutal, but he was just being a Marine. He needed this and I was more than happy to fulfill his need. In that, he was not unlike Brad. And for me, they were both fighting men who deserved all I could give them.

For a time, Jason took me more than I gave in to him. It was almost as if he made sure he had subdued me before he eased up and began fucking me gently. After that it was more like he was making love to me. At one point he asked me if I was okay. More correctly, he asked, "Are you okay, Rake?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I said.

"I sometimes tend to get carried away and get pretty rough. I don't mean it; it's just how I am. I'll take it easy."

"Any way you give it to me is okay," I said.

"I think I'm okay kissing now," he said with an awkward grin. "Thanks for showing me, Rake, how it can be."

"Glad to," I said.

"Is this position okay?"

"Fine, any way you want to do it."

"I don't like it being all about me," he said.

I laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that. I like it. When you were first going in I think my asshole could've been a knothole; you wouldn't have known the difference."

M laughter must have broken the spell; I was suddenly me again.

"Why're you doing this?" he asked. "Not just letting me fuck you; why're you doing everything you do?"

"Because you deserve it. We owe you."

"You don't owe me anything," he said.

"Okay, I like Marines. Is that enough reason?"

"Can I cum in you?"

"Yes."

"I want to right now, but you probably want me to keep going."

"Go ahead; I'm sure you can work up another one," I said.

"I'll make it up to you," he said.

"I know you will," I said. "You don't have to but I know you will."

So he fucked me....or he fucked Rake, for I was suddenly transformed again. "I can't believe we're doing this, Rake; Godd, it's so good," he whispered.

I couldn't say how long he fucked me; time didn't exist. I didn't exist, as I realized when he leaned down with his handsome face over mine in the dark and murmured, "Godd, Rake, I love you so much."

When he went off he whimpered and even sobbed with happiness, his tight stomach muscles lurching with each load he shot inside me. When he finished I sensed that he wanted to let his weight down on me and I wrapped my arms around him to pull him down. I held him tight for a long time while his emotions subsided, till he pushed himself up. He slowly pulled out and lay beside me and we stared into the darkness together.

"Thanks," he said after a long silence, and I could tell by his tone that I was no longer Rake.

"Don't thank me," I said.

"For being Rake for me, too," he said.

"I wish it had been Rake. You don't know how much I wish that," I said.

"I know I'll have to get over him," he said.

"There's no rush. I'll be Rake any time you want, for as long as it takes you. He would've been so lucky."

"No, I would've been the lucky one." He paused and cleared his throat. "I said I have to get over him, but I think I could stay in love with him, especially if I could have times like this to fuel the fantasy."

"Any time," I said. "But you'll find someone."

We lay like that for a while longer then he got up and raised the blind, letting in the light from the streetlight. "Do you want another beer?" he asked as he was putting the blind up.

"I'll get it," I said. I went to get us two more beers. When I came back he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He took the beer and reached out for my cock with his other hand. "I have to do this," he said huskily.

"No, you don't," I said, moving my hand down over it.

"Yeah, I do." He looked up at me. "Let me. I want to."

I moved my hand.

He lifted my cock in his hand, mumbled it was heavy, and set his beer on the nightstand as he leaned in and took my cock in his cool mouth. He moaned softly. My cock expanded in his mouth and snaked into his throat, which surprised me, that he was able to take it. He stayed on it till he had worked his way down to my balls, then he came back up. "I didn't know if I could do that," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You did it right, starting before I got hard," I said.

He went back to sucking me, in earnest this time. I put my knee in the edge of the mattress then slowly maneuvered on top of him in a sixty nine position.

"Ohh, fuck, yeah," he murmured as he scooted down on the bed and I took his cock in my mouth.

It was a slow, deeply satisfying suck, from both ends.

"God, how many guys have you had fall in love with you?"

I thought he was joking, but then I didn't think he was. "None that I know of," I said.

"I want your load," he said. "You don't have to take mine, but I want yours."

"Let's do it then, together," I said.

We resumed and we didn't stop again till we had surrendered our loads and swallowed each other's cum. He gave me a good load and he tasted good. He said I damn near drowned him, and I was surprised again that he took my load. We lay for a long time on our sides, still in position, till he got up to go to the bathroom. I wondered if he would see the Fleet I'd left on the toilette tank, and if he would use it. He was gone long enough that I was sure he did.

When he came back he said, "Listen, I think I'm ready to try getting fucked."

"All right."

I was surprised when he turned on the small beside lamp. Then he retrieved his jeans to dig out his wallet, and pulled out a picture. He handed it to me.

"This is Rake." His voice filled with emotion just saying his name.

It was a picture of a very good looking, darkly tanned Marine, wearing pants and combat boots, no shirt. His dog tags hung nestled between his thick chest muscles. He was standing in front of a Humvee, holding his rifle in one hand. His shoulder and arm muscles bulged under the weight of the rifle.

"Damn," I said. "No wonder.......Sorry you have to accept such a poor substitute, but man, I can't compete with that."

He smiled as he lay on the bed and took the picture and held it up and gazed up at it. I knew he was trying to conjure up Rake again, and I knew just how to do that.

"Why don't you lie there and soak up the image of him while I get you ready," I said as I rubbed my hand across his tight stomach.

"I think I am ready."

"No, you're not; not in your head." I reached over and turned off the lamp. "Can you still see the picture?"

"Yeah, good enough. He's pretty much burned in my brain."

"You might think you're ready to get fucked but I'm going to make you ready for Rake." I widen the circles of my hand on his stomach as I leaned over him and kissed his chest. I nibbled on his tit, bringing out a "Ooohohohoh," from deep in his chest. His nipple swelled up and I sucked harder on it and he put his hand on the back of my head. When I kissed up the side of his muscular neck, he didn't turn his face away. But I didn't go on to kiss him; I would've blocked his view of the picture of Rake. Instead, I moved back down his chest and lower to his stomach, then circled to his hip and went on to his thigh. He spread his legs apart as I cupped and mauled his heavy balls. I rubbed my finger under them and he sort of hunkered up out of the mattress.

"God, I love you so much, Jason," I whispered.

"I love you, Rake. I wanta show you how much," he whispered back.

I groped around and found the lube that I'd laid on the bed and uncapped it. I squeezed out a glob and slipped my finger along the crack of his ass. He hunkered up more so I could touch his asshole, then he cocked his knees up. I took a moment to slip a pillow under his hips so his butt was tilted up at a better angle then I began massaging his asshole with my slick fingers. Very gradually I applied more pressure till I felt him begin to relax then I penetrated his hole, very gently. I kept moving my finger around in tiny circles, massaging around inside the powerful sphincter that tried to force my finger out but didn't. Instead, it squeezed, like it was welcoming my finger. I slowly worked my finger in as far as I could reach, moving it around, searching for his prostate.

"Ohh," he moaned, sounding surprised.

I'd found his love nut. It felt swollen and it was palpitating with a steady rhythm.

"Ohhhh, what is that?" he murmured.

I didn't answer him. I didn't know if he was asking me or Rake, if he was in his fantasy. I began massaging his prostate.

"Ohm....Oh, Godd, Rake, what're you doing in there?" he whispered.

I still didn't say anything. I didn't want my voice to break the spell. I just kept rubbing his prostate. I saw him lay the picture on his chest and gaze up at the ceiling. His mouth was slack, his lips barely moving, and I could make out that he was forming Rake's name over and over again.

I worked another finger up inside his ass and used them both to manipulate his prostate. His mouth and eyes flew open with a little gasp and he moaned, "Oh, my god!"

When I was sure he was ready I rose up from beside him and positioned myself between his legs. His eyes were closed; the picture had slipped off his chest onto the bed. I let my cock brush up and down against the crack of his ass. His stomach muscles tightened and trembled, as if with a silent sob. When I eased forward into his crack he lifted his knees a little, tilting his butt higher off the pillow. The head of my cock zeroed in on his hole and I pressed against it.

"Ohh, yeahhhh, give it to me," he whispered. "Fuckin' take my cherry, Rake."

I finally spoke. "I've wanted to do this for so long," I said as I pushed. I was surprised how easily the broad head slipped into his hole. He barely winced. I didn't know if he was opened up enough, or if he was just being a Marine. I eased in deeper. Deeper still. He was tight but his ass was opening up for me, all the way in. With only a couple of inches to go I leaned down over him and found his lips with mine.

"I love you, Jason; I've love you for so long," I murmured.

He nodded but didn't reply. His lips fell slack and I felt his tongue. "Godd, fuck me, Rake. You don't have to love me, just fuck me," he whispered just before our lips met and locked.

So I took on Rake's persona and I fucked him. I pushed the rest of the way in and he humped up to meet my final thrust. I was in and he was a virgin no more. I held my body still for a moment as we explored each other orally. Fuck, he was a hot kisser! Then I eased back a couple of inches and shoved back in. I did it again, using more inches, and again, and again, till I was fucking him. His squealing whimper was muffled in my mouth

I kept kissing him, and in the moments of passion that followed I wanted desperately--I would've have done anything, given up my own identity--to BE Rake for this man. It was a beautiful fuck. It was making love, too, but it was also sex. It was everything this big Marine needed, in his head and all down through his body.

I wouldn't let him touch his cock at first. Then when he did I let him have only a few strokes before I said, "Let me," and I took over with my own hand.

We didn't rush. I didn't know how long I fucked him. It seemed like most of the night. I tried to make every stroke count. I made every stroke different so he didn't know what to expect from one minute to the next. I sensed that he liked it a little rough and I gave it to him the way he wanted it. Hard and rough. I all but raped the man at times and he loved it. The real intimacy came after, when I'd collapsed on top of him, when he told me not to move; he wanted to feel my cock inside him, and he liked the weight of my body on top of him.

I could tell by his face that I was keeping him on edge. When he had a certain look I let go of his cock and brought my own cock strokes to slow motion. When the look changed I took hold of his cock again and began fucking harder strokes.

"Fuck, Rake, how long can you do this?" he murmured, his eyes closed.

"As long as you want. All night." I tried to change my voice. I had no idea what Rake's voice sounded like but I wanted to make it not my voice.

"Yes, all night, fuck me all night. God, I love it, Rake. I love you, Rake. I love you so much."

I am naturally long winded, and I fucked him for a very long time, till frankly, I was getting tired. I wanted to cum, and I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to see his virgin cum flying out the end of his cock in great spurts. I wanted the bond between him and Rake to be sealed. I picked up the pace. I don't think he realized it at first, till I was fucking him really hard.

"Ohh, Yess! Godd, Yess! Ohh, Fuck me! Fuck my brains out, make me cum!" He lifted his legs then and pulled them against his chest. His was spread wide open and I plowed him. I spread my arms to encircle his legs and he put his arms around me to hang on.

I tried to do as he asked, and almost fucked my own brains out in the process. When he came his ass went crazy. The buildup to his climax made the bed shake. When it came the bed banged against the wall. It felt like his prostate was bouncing around inside there, and his ass muscles quivered and squeezed my cock unmercifully. The stuff shot out of his cock like a long, white bullet and hit him under the chin. Cum flew everywhere. My own cum shot deep into his ass and he groaned that he could feel it. He clung to me, humping his butt up to fuck himself through the final surges of his climax.

When his body stopped convulsing the strength in his arms seemed to wane and they fell from my shoulders to the bed. I stayed pressed against him for a moment then slowly rose up. Our bodies were sweaty, mixed with his warm cum. I straightened and gazed down at him till his eyelids fluttered and opened.

"What just happened?" he asked with a weak smile.

"I think you found Rake," I said.

"You were great," he said.

I didn't know if he meant I was a great fuck, or if I was great as Rake. It didn't matter.

"You were pretty damn great yourself," I said.

"You sure know how to shatter a guy's virginity."

"It was a tough one; it didn't want to let go. I heard it flying out of the room kicking and screaming," I joked. Then I asked, "How do you feel?"

He hesitated, as if to find the words. "Complete. Like a total man, for the first time in my life."

"You're going to be okay, Jason. You're going to be just fine."

He nodded. When I started to pull out he wrapped his legs around my butt to keep me inside him.

"Don't go away. I like you inside me. Can we just roll over onto our sides?"

We rolled over with me still locked in his muscular legs and when I nuzzled his neck he turned his head to the side and it was he who initiated the kiss.

"Mann, that was so fuckin' awesome. You really know how to fuck. I had no idea it could be like that."

"I wish it could've been Rake," I said, rubbing his chest, still gooey with his cum.

"It was Rake fucking me," he said with a funny dreamy look.

I asked him if Rake was a guy he might have taken the risk for; risked being kicked out of the service. He said yes, then went on to talk about him more openly. He said Rake was taller than him, big, with muscles in his shit. I could see that from his picture.

"Sort of like you, huh?" I said.

"Way more muscles than me. I was hotter for him I think, than he was for me. I could hardly stand to be around him; it was hell sometimes to keep my hands to myself, even to keep from looking at him."

I let him keep me locked in like that for about a half hour before I told him I should think about getting home. He released his hold with the promise that I would come back and we would do it again. He thanked me for having my courage to make it all happen.

"I would've been doing it a long time ago, but I had to be sure," I told him. "Anyway, it wasn't all my doing," I added with a smile.

His expression turned somber. "I want YOU to come back."

"You mean instead of Rake?" I said.

"I know where to find Rake. He'll always be with me, and I think I'll always love him. But he would tell me to get on with my life." He smiled. "He would tell you the same thing, about your guy, and I'm telling you. It's a clear choice. Tell that guy how you feel about him, while you can. Find your courage. Take the chance or live with the regret for the rest of your life."

I knew I wouldn't but I told him I would think about it.

I'm not going into all of the details of the rest of that night before I finally did go home, which was late. We sixty-nined, we fucked each other....the night was filled with long overdue, well-earned sex.

It was different with Jason than with Brad. With Brad it was helping him discover about himself, new feelings and emotions he didn't know he had. With Jason, I helped him know who he was for perhaps the first time. I think I helped make him a free man.

I didn't tell him about Brad. Not yet. They are very different men, though alike. Even with what they have in common I'm not sure how they would connect and get along except for sex. There, I thought they would be perfectly compatible. I planned to introduce them for that and let them work out the rest. I hoped I could be a part of it but considered that they might want to hook up as two Marines. I would respect that. Meanwhile I hoped to spend more quality time with Jason. In a way I thought he needed me and I would be there for him.

The End

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**032 - Both Marines, and Me (Jason and Brad)

Both Marines, and Me

(Jason and Brad)

I finally decided to introduce Brad and Jason, the two Marines living here in town. I've had sex with both of them. I've written those stories separately. I asked Jason first if he would like to meet another Marine in town, he said yes. Then I asked him if he wanted me to tell the other Marine about him and me. No, not unless I was sure he would be okay with it; the last thing he needed in his life was a homophobe Marine. I told him I was sure Brad would be okay with it. Then I asked Brad if he would like to meet up with another Marine, he said yes, definitely.

"You should know, he's gay." I decided to put it right out there.

"Whoa!" he said with a smile. "That could prove to be interesting."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Just don't let on that I told you."

"Just so I know, is this going to be a generic visit, to coin a phrase?"

"I hope not."

"So I could invite him to my apartment," Jason said.

"Yeah, if your woman isn't going to be there." I frankly doubted she would be; she didn't seem to be around much.

I arranged for us to meet at the Corner Bar, Brad's favorite hangout. I picked Jason up. He's got a vehicle now but he wasn't familiar with the Corner Bar. We took a table in the back and I ordered two beers. I told the bartender to bring a third when Brad arrived. Jason started asking questions about Brad. I briefed him about him serving four tours in Iraq and took a bullet in the leg, but told him not to mention that. I didn't remember Brad's outfit. I didn't mention that he was supposed to be getting married because I didn't know how that was working out. I still had my doubts about that. Brad arrived a short time later, before we'd downed half our beers.

It was sort of dark in the back of the bar and Brad couldn't see us very well till I stood up and waved him back. The bartender had his beer there by the time he got back to the table. Jason stood up too. He smiled and said, "Well son-of-a-bitch."

Brad said, "Jason" and put out his hand. They already knew each other through a local organization called Vets to Vets, which is how I met Jason. I wondered why neither of them had told me. Anyway, this was going to be easier than I thought. Then I wondered if they might already be "intimately acquainted." But Brad had never given any indication that he'd met a gay Marine in town.

We laughed and talked through three beers, all of us were getting a warm buzz. I was waiting for Brad to extend his invitation. I could tell he was interested in Jason from the looks he gave him. And there was NO doubt that Jason was interested in Brad.

Jason got up from the table. "I gotta visit the boys' room then do you guys wanta come to my place for a couple more beers? We can pass out safely there." He beat Brad to the punch. We agreed we would. I had to go to the rest room too and back there I asked Jason if he wanted me to drive him back to his place or if he wanted to ride with Brad.

"I'll ride back with you."

On the way to Jason's place he said, "He's fuckin' hot! Do you think this might turn into something interesting?"

"I would almost bet on it," I said. "All you have to do is play your cards right."

"Did you tell him I'm gay?"

"Yes."

"Well, the groundwork's already laid then," he said.

Brad pulled in right behind us. We all went into the house. I knew my way around so I went to the fridge and got three beers; hell, I'd probably bought the beer. As I was handing them out I noticed Jason had left a porn video in his old VCR. On purpose, I wondered? If so, good move.

The two guys exchanged some more war stories. I saw how much easier it was for them to talk to each other about it, when I practically had to drag it out of them. I didn't remember if I'd told Jason that I told Brad he was gay. I decided to drop a live one in their laps and get things rolling.

"Do you guys think they'll ever repeal don't-ask-don't-tell?"

"Not if the Republicans have anything to say about it," Jason said.

"It's already been repealed, they just won't let it go in effect," Brad said. "The Republicans want to repeal the law before it has a chance to go in effect."

"How do you guys feel about that?" I asked.

"I don't much give a fuck one way or the other," Brad said. "There have always been gays in the military and it's worked fine. What's the big deal? Being gay don't mean you can't fight as good as the next guy and being straight don't mean you can shoot straight."

"The big deal is, a gay man wouldn't have to worry about being found out and kicked out," Jason said. "The arguments from the generals are downright ignorant. Hell, they've had generals in their own ranks come out after they retired."

"What would your reaction be, Brad, if it was repealed and one day your combat buddy announced he was gay?" I asked.

"I would probably say something like, what's your point? I wouldn't give a fuck if he's gay as long as he's got my back."

"And would you still have his back?" Jason asked him.

Brad scowled. "Hell, yeah. Hell, we've had the same training. I don't see that it changes anything. The argument that it'd damage the cohesiveness of the unit, that's a lot of bullshit."

"Well, there are homophobes in all branches," I pointed out.

"I say get over it," Brad said. "Marines are trained to take orders; it's as simple as that. If we had any gays in our outfit, I didn't know it. Heck, I never had any contact like that with another guy till I got back to the States."

I thought Brad was sincere in what he was saying, not just trying to warm up to Jason. But I was afraid things were getting bogged down in the political aspects of don't-ask-don't-tell. I went to get us another round of beers. I couldn't tell that Brad or Jason were getting much past the buzz from the bar. I wanted somehow to get that video in the VCR to playing. Then Brad asked the question that got things rolling.

"Did you ever mess around with another guy over there?" he asked Jason.

Jason hesitated and I wasn't sure he was going answer truthfully. But it seemed the appropriate hesitation then he answered, "Yeah."

"No kidding!"

"Yeah, with my combat buddy. He was killed."

I didn't remember that he had actually messed around with his buddy, he just wanted to, but maybe he wanted Brad to think he had.

"Oh, fuck, man, I'm sorry," Brad said. "You guys were that close; that must've been tough."

"Still is," Jason said.

"I don't mean to denigrate your loss but if there's anything I can ever do to help you forget......I'm here," Brad said.

"I won't ever forget him. But thanks for your offer. I just might take you up on it. You ever mess around since you got out?"

"Sure, plenty of times," Brad replied. Then he looked at me. "You didn't tell him? I told you, you could."

"Uhh.....yeah, I told him, I think," I said.

Brad's face got red and he hid behind his beer for a moment. "Sorry, dude, I've been dancing around the issue. I didn't know how to bring it up. Do you, uh.....want to take me up on my offer now?"

"Yeah, I'd say we've wasted enough time," Jason said. He stood up and stepped out of his shoes without untying them as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

With a broad smile, Brad stood up and started taking off his clothes. I followed suit. I thought maybe I should've waited for an invitation to join them but I was selfish enough I wanted to be in the middle of this. It sort of didn't matter, though, from the way the two Marines were watching each other undress.

"Fuck, man, you're really put together," Jason said.

"Thanks, so are you," Brad said.

"You're not gay, Pete said you're getting married," Jason said.

"No, but I'm not anti-gay," Brad said.

I chimed in with, "Maybe we should bring this out in the open, guys, I've had sex with both of you."

They looked at each other and laughed. I was surprised that Brad made the first move toward Jason. His cock was already half hard which wasn't lost on Jason. When he was close enough, Jason reached down for his cock and put his other arm around Brad and pulled him into a tight embrace. I was surprised again when it quickly developed into a hard kiss. Wow, Brad was really turned on with this guy.

I let them make out for couple of minutes, wondering if I'd made a mistake by staying. But then Brad put his arm out to draw me into the embrace.

"You set this up, you're part of it," he said.

For the next few minutes the three of us made out together, crossing swords down below with our cocks. Then Jason went to his knees and took Brad's cock in his mouth. He held onto mine, and Brad put his hand around my butt. I tightened my butt several times and he dug his finger deep in the crack.

"Fuck, man, this is a nice cock," Jason told him as he stroked it.

"Thanks, but you can't ignore Pete's monster," Brad said.

"I'm not ignoring it, I'm just teasing him, letting the anticipation build up," Jason joked.

Brad took hold of my cock. "Feels like it's built up to the boiling point," he said and aimed my cock at Jason. He took it in his mouth.

We stood there for several minutes while Jason took turns on our cocks and Brad played with my ass.

Finally I rubbed my hand over Jason's head and said, "You're going to have to take this to the next level before I get raped."

They both laughed and Jason looked up. "You wanta fuck me?" he asked Brad.

"Fuck, yeah."

Jason stood up and they moved to the bed. He had the lube handy in the nightstand. He held up a condom but Brad brushed it aside. He squeezed some lube on Brad's cock then put some in his own ass. He lay back across the bed and brought his legs up, eagerly.

"Godd, this is going to be great," Brad said as he got into position.

I watched his tight butt muscles flex as he hunkered forward then I heard Jason's grunting moan as he entered him. It was a quick entry and he started right in fucking him. That didn't surprise me, being two Marines.

"Ohh, fuck! Awww...ohhh, yeah......fuck me."

I watched and stroked my cock, still thinking maybe I should leave. But then Jason told me to bring my big horse cock over there. I assumed it was for him and I went around to the other side of the bed and knelt over his head. He started sucking me. I glanced at Brad and he was smiling.

After a while Jason let my cock go. "You wanta make it a three way?" he asked Brad.

"It is a three way," Brad said.

"No, I mean he fucks you while you're fucking me. You get double the pleasure that way."

"I don't know about that," Brad said with a chuckle.

It didn't surprise me; I couldn't see Brad playing the other role with Jason. But I decided to see. I had backed off the bed for them to change positions, with Jason on his hands and knees. I didn't give Jason my cock back. Instead I went around to the other side of the bed and stood beside Brad and started playing with his butt. He didn't seem to mind so after a little bit I picked up the lube off the night stand and lubed up his ass. Not for my cock necessarily, but I wanted to use my fingers on him. I knew he liked that. He let me.

He was fucking my fingers almost as much as he was fucking Jason's ass. I gave his prostate a good going over. A couple of times he reached back for my wrist to stop me because he was getting too close and he said he didn't want to cum yet. I eased up but I didn't take my fingers out of his ass. I just paused till he came back down then started in again on his prostate. It was really swollen and quite active.

He reached back again, I thought to stop me again, but instead of taking hold of my wrist, he took hold of my cock. FUCK! I was going to get to fuck him while he fucked Jason?? I was surprised, and I wasn't. I've said that once I get my fingers in a straight guy's ass, he's mine. He pulled on my cock, guiding me behind him. I used my slick fingers to lube up my cock while he still had hold of it. It was like he didn't want me to get away, or he wanted to make sure I understood what he wanted. I understood. He wanted me to fuck him.

He slowed his pace but he didn't break stride fucking Jason; I figured he didn't want Jason to know I was fucking him. So it was a pretty rough and hard entry. I set my cock on target and hunkered forward and on his fucking backstroke he impaled himself on my cock.

"Awwwh, Fuck!" he groaned loudly. "Fuck, man, I love your high and tight ass." Good save, I thought. Yeah, he didn't want Jason to know I was fucking him.

Actually I didn't fuck him. He fucked himself with every backstroke; I just stood my ground and held my cock there for him to fuck. It lasted a lot longer than I thought. We didn't know till later that he fucked Jason's load right out of him but Jason kept on going.

Brad didn't announce that he was about to cum. I could tell by his sporadic movements and the way his ass was acting. There was the unmistakable clenching and fluttering inside his ass followed by the series of hard, tight clenches as he shot his load into Jason's ass. It was a long, hard climax.

I didn't get off. It wasn't unusual and it was no big deal. Going along with Brad's little charade, I eased my cock out of his ass and sat on the edge of the bed while the two Marines went through the final throes. Till finally, Brad pulled his cock out and stepped back from the bed.

Jason turned over on his back, his face flushed. "Damn, fucker, where'd you learn how to fuck like that?"

"It was easy with you under me. Fuck, you've got an awesome ass. I wanta do that again."

"Whenever you're ready," Jason said. He saw the cum draining from Brad's cock and leaned up to take it in his mouth. He sucked him for a moment or two. "Don't want waste any," he said. Then he asked me, "Did you fuck him?"

"You'll have to ask him," I said jokingly, then quickly added. "No, I just sat and watched and jacked off." I could tell he wasn't buying it.

"I know you're straight and you're getting married and all, but did Pete fuck you?" he asked Brad. "It felt like there was something going on back there, and all of a sudden it felt like your cock got twice as big and you were fucking me twice as hard."

"That was just your ass tightening up on me," Brad said. But then he broke out laughing. "Yeah, Pete fucked me. It was awesome. First time I ever did that."

"Do I get my turn, while you fuck Pete?" Jason asked.

"I couldn't turn down a fellow Marine," Brad said.

It was a night of much needed, much deserved raw sex. I was so glad I stayed. If there had been a video made of it, you wouldn't be able to tell

Brad was straight?....but liked sex with guys. Frankly, I didn't think he was. Bi, at least. And leaning more away from straight. I was also pretty certain that he wasn't going to get married. With Jason, he did it all with abandon.

We did three way sucking and rimming. Jason fucked Brad while Brad was fucking me. The two Marines seemed to love sixty nine, and I fucked Jason while they were doing it. Then one of them decided that the Marines should gang up on the Army. I think it was Brad's idea and Jason went along with it wholeheartedly. They said they were going to gang fuck me. I was excited as hell about it but I played the opposite role.

It got a little rough and tumble as they wrestled me off the bed onto the floor. If I hadn't been up for it I might have been a double rape because there was no way I could best the two muscular Marines. I finally "gave in" and told them I would do it, just not to rape me. That turned out to be one of the longest fucks of my life. And one of the best, and one of the roughest.

It started out in an awkward position. They got me on my hands and knees and Brad entered me, riding high up on his haunches. Jason hunkered down behind him and worked his cock in under Brad's. Even as much as I was already stretched out, thick as they were, it hurt for a minute but I wasn't about to let on. In fact, I wanted to be in a different position where they could fuck me deeper. After several slip-outs they decided that would be a good idea too.

Jason lay on his back and I rode down on his cock, he pulled me back on top of him and Brad shoved in. It was a much better position. They went in deeper and between them they raked over every nerve ending in my ass. I think they even found some new ones. It was as good as I remembered the four guys in Key West, the first time I got double fucked.

After a while I suggested another change. I positioned the two Marines facing each other on the bed, had them lie back and scoot in close so they were balls to balls and I could grasp both of their cocks in my hand. I held them together and rode down on both hunks of meat. They loved that position. So did I. It was like their cocks were fighting for position inside me. It was awesome. More so when they shot up inside me. That got me off too and I spewed all over the place. I cleaned their cocks with my mouth and sucked all of the cum out then go us another round of beers. When I'd passed the beers around I shoved the video into the VCR.

We watched the Bi video and talked over it. They both said they were having a great time, something they never dreamed might happen in our small town. When we were recuperated Jason said he wanted to try taking Brad and me at the same time. We obliged and he loved it. Brad didn't want to try it.

I don't remember how many times we all got off, how many times we sucked or rimmed or fucked. It was simply non-stop sex till the wee hours of the morning. One of them asked if I shouldn't be getting home to my wife. I told them she wouldn't worry about me, she knew I was with them and she would figure we were drinking and telling war stories and having a good time. But then I thought they might want to be alone together so I did leave. I took a quick shower and got dressed and left them for Jason to take Brad home.

I don't know how much more sex they had after I left but I know they had a great time, and it was one of the best times I've ever had.

The End, for now

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**033 - Marines on the Trail

Marines on the Trail

I went hiking again on Saturday. It's usually just me and the deer and maybe some wild turkeys. This time it was like they needed a traffic cop. I encountered four other hikers on the trails--we just spoke and walked on--and saw two girls making out this time way off in the bushes and trees.....just kissing. They saw me but I just gave them a wave and went on. I don't how I missed all of this, the girls, and the other day the two guys making out. I had no idea. I've had some sex out there at the park (most notably with the young roofers who reminded me so much .....and I dubbed them.....Andy, Dan, Will....) but I didn't know all this was going on.

The highlight of that trek; I was walking along, and had discovered yet another long footbridge (I am going out there sometime when it's pouring down rain, I want to see the rushing stream) and also found another stairs going up another steep side of a gully. I will explore that next time. Anyway, I heard this noise behind me. I looked around and here come two BIG guys running. The trails are NOT conducive to running....it's rugged terrain....but these two studs were wearing USMC sweat shirts, combat boots and PT shorts, so it figured. I mean SHORTS, like no leg, they came right up to the crotch. And one of them obviously wasn't wearing a jockstrap. And did I mention they were BIG!

I stopped and side stepped out of their way before they trampled me; it was like two stallions coming toward me. Damn, the way they filled out their sweat shirts--heavy shoulders and thick necks--and massive thighs. They said thanks as they ran past, not even breathing hard. Going past me, I had the view of the backs of their legs and their asses. FUCK! Butts to kill for!! You would not believe how they packed those shorts.

They ran on up the trail...I walked a little faster but made no attempt to keep up with them. But that worked out too. There are 53 wooden steps leading down to the bottom of the gulley.....and back up of course. It's too steep right there to go down the side of the hill, thus the steps and a hand rail. The steps and railing are badly weathered, they really need to be replaced; the railing is badly rotted in a couple of spots and the steps have too much "give." They started up the steps, got about a third of the way up and the lead man went through one of the steps. As he went down in pain, his buddy actually leaped over him to get out of the way.....can't imagine the power to have that much momentum going UP the stairs .....and he sprawled over the upper steps.

I rushed up the stairs myself where the guy was checking on his buddy; he had twisted his ankle. He was tough about it, of course, but he was hurting. Fuck, I felt almost ashamed of myself; despite his pain I was ogling this heap of muscle sprawled out before me. They had to weigh well over two hundred pounds. I asked if they wanted me to call someone.

"No, that's okay, I'll get him out." The way he said it, it was like DO NOT call anybody.

I had a sports water bottle that I carry that I fill with ice cubes; I told him he could use that to prevent swelling. He said thanks and commenced to take off his sweat shirt. More ogling, at the way he filled out his USMC T-shirt. Then he peeled off the T-shirt. Holy Fuck! His upper body was sculpted in hard, rippling muscle. I could hardly catch my breath. Of course he noticed none of this. He took the T-shirt and made an ice pack to wrap around the ankle. I told him to keep the water too. They both thanked me again, then he picked his buddy up!!!!!....and carried him the rest of the way up the stairs (I cringed, waiting for another step to give way under all that weight), and on up the rest of the way up the steep, winding path. It was awesome just watching that power in motion. I went up behind him, (yes, still ogling his massive thighs and his awesome butt muscles clenching and churning in his shorts), and at the top I watched till he had the guy in his truck.

He waved and thanked me again. I'm thinking, for what; all I contributed was a bottle of water and some shortness of breath!

I wondered if I should stop by the office on the way out and report that there are wild stallions running loose in the park.

I think I am going to move closer to the park and the woods!!!

The End

**034 - Early Morning Hike w/Josh, the Marine

Early Morning Hike w/Josh, the Marine

Monday, Jan 2nd. I was up at my usual hour, looking forward to my early morning walk. I usually walk around the neighborhood before the sun comes up and again as the sun is going down, it's a beautiful route. It was snowing this morning. I checked my emails first and GREAT, there was one from Josh, the newest Marine to come into my life. He wanted to know if I wanted to drive out and hike the trails, if I was up, shoot him an email. I shot him an email right back. Hell, Yeah!

I said the newest Marine. His name is Josh; we met on the trails, quite by accident. I'm sending you that story that you should read first. And also the second time we met up.

Number One, Brad, is a Marine I met through correspondence when he was in Iraq (four tours), and we sent him packages from time to time. Found out that he is from a town close by here! I told him to stop by for a visit when he returned home. He did, and things heated up pretty fast. He visited again, and we've been together on several occasions since he got out. He is straight (supposed to be getting married but the bitch is jacking him around), but he was curious about guy sex so I showed him.

Number Two, Jason, is a Marine that I helped get settled into life when he got out, through an organization called Vets to Vets. He is gay. I've been to his apartment on numerous occasions (With Brad after I introduced them, and they get together themselves pretty often I think. One of those times with both of them we also included a sixteen year old I met at Arby's, that's another story).

So Josh is Number Three. Like I said, I emailed him back and told him I would pick him up. He emailed back to confirm. It's about a 15 mile drive out to the park where I hike the trails over the hills and through the steep gullies. We talked during the drive; he asked about my service in the Army and did I miss it. I told him I miss it every day, and especially Germany and Europe, and the guys I served with. I am still in contact with several of them, including my best buddy (and combat buddy) who I had the hots for but never had the courage to say or try anything. I've still got the hots for him, and still no guts. Josh said I was probably a damned good soldier, I told him I tried. He said again that I was, he could tell from the military bearing which I apparently still have.

We talked some about his service which was more exciting than mine because he saw combat. Like a lot of those guys, he was more interested in talking about mine, though. He talked about gays in the military when I was in. Yes, we had gays but it was a taboo subject. I told him about my only three gay experiences during the four years I was in. He laughed his ass off over one of them. (That's another story too.)

We arrived at the park just as it was being opened, a little before six. It was still dark, but made eerily lighter by the snow. Saw a lot of deer. I drove the winding road to the Point where one of my favorite trails begins, and where I first met Josh. He smiled as we were getting out of the truck and said, "We don't have to hike very far if you don't want to," confirming the real reason we were there.

I told him, "Only as far as you want to go."

"We're liable to freeze our balls off out here," he said as we were walking down the sloped path leading to the trail that would go deep down into the gully.

"I'll keep 'em warm for you," I told him.

It's a winding trail, over five foot bridges spanning a winding creek. It's beautiful any time of the year, and I hike there in all kinds of weather, even in the rain.

He laughed when we went over the step that'd collapsed under his weight and called it his "lucky step." We hiked for a ways, over three of the footbridges. Coming across the third one there's a jog around a big tree. He was ahead of me over the footbridge and rounded the tree, and when I came around he grabbed me and pulled me over behind the tree; not that we were expecting anyone to come along at that hour. He pulled me in tight and started kissing me.

This guy is a terrific kisser; he can prove that my tongue is hot wired to my cock. So is his. We started groping each other and making out like crazy. He was also very adept at getting my jeans opened. I wear button-down jeans which are easier to open than a zipper. I fumbled with his zipper, it took both of my hands, where he only had to use one hand with my buttons......all the while we are devouring each other. Finally we parted long enough to shove our jeans and shorts down and free our cocks. Our hands were a little chilly but our growing cocks warmed them up.

I asked him, "How're you balls? You need 'em warmed up?"

He said they were freezing. I knew they weren't but I squatted down and began sucking on his balls while he stroked his cock over my head. (I've inserted a picture of him here so you get an idea about him. He's a BIG guy). Getting his balls wet made them more susceptible to the cold and snow, which was still coming down hard, so when I went for his cock I kept his balls warm with my hand.

"We could've done this in the truck where it'd be warm," I said just before I went down on his cock.

"Naw, this is more exciting."

And it was, the blowing snow and having sex out in the open did make it more exciting. I didn't realize I was so hungry for cock till I started chowing down on Josh's big hunk of meat. He's a real mouthful, and FUCK, he tastes so good and feel so good in my mouth and burrowing into my throat. He puts his hands on my head to hold me and guide me but he doesn't force me. I wished he could fuck me. But I love sucking his cock and wrapping my arm around his thigh.

After a bit he eased my head back and said I was "hogging it," his way of saying he wanted some of mine. I started to stand up but he put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me off balance on my ass, and said, "No reason why we can't sixty nine."

So we shoved our jeans and shorts down to our ankles and he positioned himself over me. It was a little awkward and the wet leaves were cold but who gives a fuck at a time like that. He's GOOD at giving head, he deep throats like he's been doing it right out of the womb. When I say good, I mean, he goes down on my big cock like it's nothing. I love it. And it makes me all the hotter to devour his.

It's surprising how much body heat sex can generate. It was cold, below freezing and the snow was blowing and it didn't matter a fuck. We were both hot for each other. But we didn't make any special effort to hold off and make it last. A few times we eased each other off but then he said, "Fuck it, I wanta cum."

Turned out, it was a warning. He barely said it and he was spurting ropes of cum in my mouth. He cums hard, a lot of power behind it, and he cums a LOT. And he always tastes good. I love his cum. I like it better when he shoots in my mouth instead of directly in my throat although I let him do that sometimes because he likes it that way and I like to please him. But I like the feel of it shooting in my mouth and covering my tongue, it really perks up the taste buds, and I like swirling it round the head of his cock before I swallow.

Him going off made it impossible for me to hold off. I gave back in kind; I cum a lot to, and I shoot hard, just like him. He didn't spend as much time swirling mine around, he says he has to start swallowing right away otherwise he'll drown. He took a long moment to suck out every last drop before he shoved himself up and put his hand down to pull me to my feet.

"Man, that was great," he said as he was brushing the wet leaves off my ass. Then we were doing up our clothes. "We gotta do this again sometime."

"Have you ever fucked in a rainstorm?" I asked him.

"No, but I have a feeling I'm going to."

I told him to email me next time it rained.

Despite the cold and snow and the awkwardness of it with our jeans down around our ankles, it was one of the most exciting 69's I've had in a long time.

The End

**035 - Marines Hayride

Marines Hayride

We don't have a Marine base but we have a Marine Reserve unit in town. The only Marine base I've been near was in San Diego. I never saw so many gorgeous guys in my life. The Marines I know here in town, one of them, the first one (Brad), is a guy I kept in touch with when he was in Iraq for four tours. I connected with him through a website and we sent him packages from time to time. I invited all of the guys I was in contact to visit when they got back. This one guy did, and it went from there. He's the one who has a girlfriend he's supposed to be getting married to but she's fucking with him. She's married to her career. (I have some write-ups about some of our times together).

The other Marine (Jason): I met him through a service organization. Turns out he's gay, that's the reason he got out; that was before DADT was buried.

So back to the two Marine stallions who were running on the trails. I gave up a water bottle in that incident and dammit, I never thought to have my name and phone number on the water bottle. But no matter, it worked out anyway, with one of them.

The Marine Reserve Unit sponsors Toys For Tots every year, and they also team up with local church groups for Coats For Kids, and School Clothes For Kids. Toys for Tots might be a national thing but I think the latter two are both local things. Every October there's a big drive in the fall to get coats for kids. There are barrels placed in churches and grocery stores, in Wal-Mart and K-mart where you can dump the coats. They accept used coats but we don't have any young kids around to have any used coats so I go out and buy three new ones every year. Earlier, they do the same thing for kids starting to school, collecting socks, shorts, T-shirts.

This year, in addition to the big collection boxes and barrels placed in the stores, the Marines had a hayride in conjunction with the Toys for Tots thing. They also sometimes place a real life Marine beside the box to thank people and I'm sure it's very effective in prompting people to guy toys. Who the fuck is going to turn him down?

One of my Marines, Brad, the one with the girlfriend, apparently had connected with some guys from the Reserve unit, which is natural, and he has also been a little involved from time to time with the other Marine (Jason), the gay one. So Brad invites Jason on the hayride, cause NO WAY is his bitch girlfriend gonna roll around in the hay with anybody. They thought to ask me. I told them no, I would feel out of place and besides I was Army and I would be dead meat if those Marines found me out. They just laughed, and insisted I go. They said they would take me by force if necessary. To avoid bodily harm, I told them I would go.

So the hayride invites included bringing your wife or girlfriend or a buddy, it was wide open to bring anybody you wanted. There was a good turnout for the hayride; in fact the farmer had to hitch a second wagon onto the first one. He had them both stacked with bales of hay all around then heaped with loose straw in the middle. The hay smelled good, but you don't want to romp around in hay, it smells great but it's rough and scratchy. I was in the straw with Jason and Brad but Brad moved to talk to someone else. Jason said he was glad he'd come. Nothing happening of course. It was slightly cool, some moonlight around the clouds, a perfect night. The only thing that could've been better was a team of horses, but a tractor can chug along quietly so it was good.

The farmer/driver had his route well planned; he drove around the countryside for quite a while before he pulled into a field. I don't know if it was his field or someone else's. The Marines had obviously spent some time getting everything ready. There were six stacks of wood here and there, ready to light fires; by ready, I mean the wood had been soaked with something that caught fire immediately.

There were more bales of straw stacked all around the place to sit or lie on. Some were close to the fires; some were more back in the shadows. These guys really went to a lot of trouble. (Oh, I didn't mention that everyone had to bring new toys). They had coffee, hot chocolate, pop, water and beer. And HUGE marshmallows; something new I guess, I've never seen them before. And hot dogs and brats. Everyone had a hell of a good time; it was kind of funny because it was such a mix of people. Guys with their wives, guys with their girlfriends making out here and there. One Marine brought his teenage son. Definitely Marine material!! The man said he brought him to expose him to what he should not get himself into, but it was obvious the boy was eating it up and I'm sure Dad was hoping he would join the Marines.

Here's the good part. The two stallions that came running along the trail; they were both there. Naturally. The one was still limping a little. They recognized me near one of the fires and we talked for a little bit over some beers. (They were thoughtful enough to have O-Douls; I can't drink regular beer because of heart but they didn't know that). After a while someone yelled at Tim, the one with the bad ankle, and he went to talk to them. The other one (found out his name was Josh) and I moved away from the fire, and gravitated to a stack of bales back from the flames where we sat down. The conversation turned military of course--it was what we had in common--I told him about my cousin who was a Navy SEAL. He was greatly impressed with the SEALs in general. We talked about them taking out bin Laden and those Somalia pirates. He said Marines are tough, but if he knew who THOSE guys were he would kiss their asses at the flagpole.

I don't recall how but the conversation got around to DADT. He said it's a topic of conversation a lot since they scrapped it. I told him I take Army Times, Leatherneck Magazine and Soldier of Fortune magazine. (He was surprised about Leatherneck since I was Army, I told him it was more to honor my father in law who was a Marine) and all I've read, the Marines voiced the greatest opposition. The Navy was least concerned--we had a good laugh about that--and the Army was pretty much okay with it. He said the Marines don't like it because they are afraid it will tarnish their macho image.

He asked me how it was when I was in the Army. I assured him it was a LOT different. They didn't just kick you out; they put you in the stockade or the brig.

Then he said something that knocked my socks off. He said, "Well, I'm just glad it's over so guys like me can be ourselves."

Holy Shit! Was I hearing him right? It was one of those rare times when I was speechless. When he saw my reaction he just chuckled and said, "I sensed something that told me I could tell you that."

It took me a minute to get over the shock but then I laughed and said, "Well, I've got someone maybe you should meet." (Thinking of Jason). He said the demise of DADT didn't mean you should necessarily come out and he thought most guys wouldn't. Only those with balls. But he said it would be a lot different now if somebody happened to find out

We talked about Wounded Warriors Project and Vets to Vets and then he asked about this person I said he should meet. I looked around and called Jason over and introduced them.

"Jason, there's someone you should meet. This is Josh. Josh, this is Jason." Jason laughed and said they'd already met. I said with more emphasis, "No, Jason. This is JOSH. Josh this is JASON!" He looked at me funny for a second till Josh laughed then the light came on.

"OH! Oh, fuck! Really!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Josh laughed and said, "Yeah, something like that."

So the conversation became a three way, but mostly between them. I could tell they were going to hit it off. Josh was upset that Jason felt he had to get out of the Marines before DADT was scrapped. Jason said he just couldn't handle it anymore; he just wanted to be where he could be who he was. I could feel the tone getting "intimate" and I excused myself to go to the porta-potty so they could get better acquainted. A little while later I saw them walking in the field away from the fires.

I had picked Jason up but when he and Josh came back into the fold I arranged for Josh to take him home, saying I would be leaving probably before Jason would want to. All was good. It was hard to butt out but it was the right thing to do.

Ahh, but I was rewarded for my thoughtfulness and generosity. I got an email from Josh!!! Jason had given him my address. Jason doesn't have a computer but I'd given him my email address for when he does get one. Josh thanked me profusely for the way I "maneuvered" things with Jason. I told him I didn't maneuver anything, I just introduced them. He said, Yeah, Right. We exchanged several emails. We didn't hold much back. Including that he had spent the night with Jason! Then I get an email with an attachment....a picture of him. HOLY FUCK!!!! He was naked! Naked! Doing a muscle pose, no face showing though. That's okay; I know what his face looks like. I also know what his cock looks like now, it was sticking straight out, like a fuckin' club. He said he hopes he's tempted me. What was that about kissing somebody's ass at the flagpole?? I was already wetting my lips. I can't wait. Funny how things work out.

The End