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LOST IN LUST
It's a normal day on Camp Pendleton. Into the routine, everything's squared away. Inspections are passed, and missions are accomplished. On good days, time goes by quickly, on bad, well, you know how shitty days are. After a hard days work as a Marine, I like to go build my body the Marine Corps way. The Corps knows how to build bods.
So it's 1700 and I'm headed towards the gym. Inside my head is a pool of intense thought, lustfull thought, thoughts about what I would like to do to my fellow Marine buds. I gain control though, I keep those thoughts in my head. They sometimes get the best of me though. I've been in the Corps for three years, and I continue to lust like a filthy pig after my Marine buddies. Everywhere I look all I see is a HOT jarhead, devil dog, or leatherneck. I park my car, get out and go inside.......
Once in, I see a gym full of hard bodied, hard muscled jarheads. They're all sweaty and worked up, in the middle of their workouts. I scan the room to see if I know anyone, and my eyes stop at Corporal Kennedy. Goddamn he's fine, as fine as the rest of em'. I go to the locker room to change, throw my trash into the locker, slam it closed and walk out. As I exit the locker room, I notice about four hot devil dogs in the sauna. I go in to sweat out some stress and relax my muscles before my workout. I sit down, and gaze the tiny room. There it goes again, sick lust at it's best. I imagine having one dude bent over, railing his guts with my dick, and having another lick my asshole.
My thoughts are going wild at this point. I have a hard on, but they dont' notice. A few moments pass, silence, then they get up to leave, leaving my sick ass in there to burn up alone. I don't mind, ten minutes hasn't passed yet. After they leave, to my surprise comes Corporal Kennedy. He steps in, and sits down next to me on the other side. He asks me if I have the time, "oh it's about 1745 right now" I replied. A few seconds pass, then he says "How long you been in here?" "Just a few minutes" I tell him. The silence bounces back, awkwardly. In the silence, I fuck him in my mind. What I didn't know was that over next to me, the same thought pattern was taking place inside his mind.
He finally builds up enough nerve to make a move, which is dangerous in this environment. People (namely Marines) just don't do things like that. But evidently, he somehow knew about me, perhaps he'd seen me at a club or bar, or maybe even the adult bookstore. He reaches over, and grabs my arm, caressing it gently, letting me know that the ball is in my court. With a raging boner and my mind like it was, I didnt' waste a fuckin' minute. I grabbed the back of his head and began kissing him. His wet Marine mouth tasted so fuckin' good. We were both breathing hard, and the sauna isnt' the place to over exert yourself.
I didn't care though. I wanted this piece of manly Marine meat. I wanted to fuck his brains out. I wanted to fuck his bowels and make them know who'd been there. I wanted to tenderize his ass, make him moan and groan like an animal. He was mine, and I would take him with me. We stopped briefly, grabbed our stuff and ran to the locker room where no one was. We kissed some more, then I had to do more. I went directly to his cock, his big, veiny man dick. I sucked that goddamn dick like I ain't never sucked a cock before. I tasted his salty precum, filling my mouth, making me want more. Then I got real sick and dirty. I told him to piss on me, to piss in my mouth, and all over my face. He didn't wait a second, he immediately pissed all over me, and his jarhead piss tasted like electricity. I was in ecstacy, letting him humiliate me on the floor like a dirty whore. I wanted more, I couldn't stop.
Soon after he pissed on me, he let out a fart, a nice, loud, manly Marine fart, the kind that makes you get an instant erection. I sniffed the air like a pig. I rejected oxygen for methane, from this manly stud. He let out another real loud fart after that, and I repeated my respiratory greed. I wanted everything from him. Everything. He was laughing at me while I sniffed his farts, he thought that was the funniest thing in the world. But I'm a pig, and that's no joke, I'm a dirty, rotten, sex pig. I'm a fart fiend. I'm a cum junkie, and I'm a piss pig.
Well, things were heated, and I had to bust nut in this stud. I grabbed him, bent him over, and crammed my big, manyly Marine dick into his tender guts. I pushed and he whimpered. I pushed even harder, and he moaned louder as well. I fucked his guts. I eyed his high n' tight Marine hair cut as I fucked him, I observed every detail on the back of his beautiful Marine jarhead. I bent down while pounding his ass and licked his cute little Marine ears. I then licked his back, and then I focused the rest of my lustfull energy into "gutting" the stud. I railed him hard, and he loved it. He looked back at me (which turns me on like hell) and said "I want you to cum in my mouth" and I knew I was near, so I said "c'mon, turn around" "Ahhh, fuck yeah, ooohhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhhhhhhhh" "Cum on me" "please, cum, cum all over my, in my mouth, uunnnnhhhhh" And out it came, Manly Marine jis spewd out powerfully onto his chin, face, most if it spurting inside his fuckin' mouth. He slurped it up like the good little devil pup that he was. He wanted more, and I squeezed every last drop from my dick to his tongue. He smiled at me, and then got up.
Both of us stood there exhausted, sweaty and worked out. After that, we showered and left. We hung out that night, and later became the best of fuck buds. I tell you man, Marine life ain't bad.........
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