This story is a work of fiction. This chapter will have some mild drug use and watersports in it. If that isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. As always my characters live in a disease free world, safe sex is not an issue so the use of condoms is not portrayed. Our real world is different, practice safe sex.
I need to tell you a little bit about Chad and I before I continue. As I said, we were best buds, had been since childhood. Chad's parents were the last holdout of the 60's "Flower Child" generation. They rallied against the established, were very politically active in promoting less government and more personal freedoms, etc. Yet at the same time they had, as they too were entering the working world after college, discovered the power of money. So, not too long after they graduated college, they opened their own business, a photography store, and were doing very well for themselves. Now, being from the 60's movement idea, of course they smoke pot. Not in front of the their kids (or me too) but it was nothing to smell it throughtout the house or see the special brownies that Chad's mom had baked. Chad's parents owned a split level home, four bedrooms, with the fourth bedroom being the one in the basement. This was Chad's and I's room and his dad had gone to great lengths to make it as comfortable and private as possible. Chad had his own entrance to the house, bathroom, etc. His parents were pretty cool, and surprisingly, we got into very little trouble, especially for not having any set boundaries and rules. Chad's parents knew he was gay, knew I was gay and didn't give a rats ass, just as long as we were happy.
It was summer vacation between our Junior and Senior year when Chad and I discovered the joys of pot. Chad had borrowed some of his parents' stash (they were out of town on business) and their bong. The quarterback of our high school, a confused cock hound himself, had called and was in need of a dick fix. He had discovered earlier in the school year how much he liked to get fucked while getting his own cock sucked and being sucked at the same time. Chad and I were in his room, door locked, taking care of the quarterback's needs when my first buzz hit. Chad was fucking his ass big time, stoned completely out of his mind, and I was getting a thorough cock sucking and ball washing. I had just taken a couple hits from the bong when I had the greatest feeling start to wash over me. I was floating in a relaxed haze of euphoria and I swear to this day I could feel every ridge, every taste bud of the quarterback's tongue as he nursed and gobbeled my cock. I got up on my knees, cock still lodged in his mouth, and leaned across to kiss Chad. The feel of our tongues, our lips, moving back and forth across each other was exquisite. Chad pulled away, looked at me and started laughing, "Dude, you're so stoned! You like it?" he asked. "Hell yeah!" I said. Chad pulled his cock out of the quarterbacks ass, stroked it a couple of times and shot his load across his back. I watched, stoned, it seemed like his dick was shooting in slow motion. I leaned over, mouth open, letting his cock fire his cum straight into my mouth, it landing on my tongue. I heard the quarterback cough and sputter, "Oh shit," I thought, "Am I cumming too? Hell, it doesn't feel like I am." Spitting my cock out, the quarterback reared back, pissed off as hell. "I ought to fucking punch you bitch," he screamed at me, "You fucking started pissing in my mouth!" I looked down and, even as hard as I was, I was still pissing on his own hard cock. I looked back at the quarterback, grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him back down on my still pissing cock. As much as he had protested, he didn't try to back off my cock again and in fact, started shooting his own load, hands free, while he was drinking my hot piss. Chad couldn't believe how hot that looked, standing up he walked over to me, shoved his own dick in my mouth and let go with a bladder full of his own piss. Well, needless to say, being horned up, stoned, and in a new experience, it wasn't long before I had stopped pissing in the quarterback's mouth and was now shooting my load down his throat. We at least had had the sense to be on the floor when all of this happened, and since the floor of Chad's room was painted concrete with throw rugs, all we had to do was toss the rugs in the wash, mop up the piss and no one would know what had just taken place. From that point forward, until we both graduated and left for college, our world of man to man sex would continually evolve, each of us trying different things, usually while watching a porno that Chad had managed to borrow or purchase at the adult store with his fake ID. If his parents only knew....
So having said all of that, let me continue. The Department of Defense had leased an apartment building across the highway from the Pentagon where we would be doing our training. There were a total of 10 men who had signed up for this journalism/photo-journalism experiment the Marines were doing. We were given two bedroom apartments and each of us had a room mate. There was little to no homework as the first part of our induction was learning the marine way, their military grades, protocol, etc. Our evenings and weekends were ours to do as we chose. My roommate was a bookwormish kind of guy, tall, slender and quiet, very quiet. We had absolutely zero in common as I would soon find out. Our instructor for this portion of our training was Gunnery Master Sergeant Sanchez, Gunny for short. He appeared to be in his mid 30's, hispanic, with that typical buzzed haircut that Marines wear. He too was built like a brick shit house and I swear, every Marine has their uniforms tailored (ask one though and they'll deny deny deny as it is against military regulation) so that the uniform emphasizes and highlights their best physical features. I wasn't too terribly drawn to Gunny, not sure why, maybe my gaydar picked up that there was zero of a chance with him or maybe I just didn't think of him in that manner, which is very unlike me. We were entering our second week of training and was in the first part of our protocol course when I was pulled from class and told to report to the Commandant. The Commandant is the equivalent of a college dean, so being called to the dean's office, normally meant bad news. I was escorted to the Commandant's office, knocked on his door and was told to enter. I about came in my jeans when I saw the Commandant, it was LTC Mann, the same one that recruited me for this job. "Sit down Stefan, make yourself comfortable." he said as he motioned me to sit in the overstuffed brown leather chair. "Your roommate, I'm afraid, just isn't going to cut it. One, he's got some questionable information in his background check that I don't think we're going to get cleared and two, he just doesn't have the aptitude for this. So, we're sending him back," he continued. "Having said that, we need to move you out of your two bed room apartment. We have a one bedroom available, with kitchenette, or a studio, which would you prefer?" LTC Mann asked. "I'll take the one bedroom," was my reply. "Great! Let me have your key, we'll get your things moved today for you and here's your key to your new apartment. It's on the 30th floor, I think you'll like it, it's got a beautiful view of the city at night." LTC Mann said. We stood, exchanged keys and I went back to class. That evening I checked out my new digs and headed out for some sight seeing. It'd already been a week since I'd gotten my rocks off and seeing LTC Mann again had my cock hard and leaking and I need to get a nut.
Washington D.C. has one of the best subway systems I've ever encountered. So, after returning to my room, showering and taking care of other business, I journeyed out in search of cock. I had heard of a park down by the Lincoln Memorial that was a hot spot for cruising and some glory hole action. I headed for the subway station, got on and got off at the Arlington stop. One stop too far for my intended destination. I could see the Lincoln Memorial so decided I'd start walking in that direction. It wasn't long before I was walking across the Potomac and onto the grounds of the Lincoln Memorial. Not exactly sure of which direction to head to now, I again, just started walking. It was too long before I realized that I had entered into what appeared to be a park, so hoping that I was in the right area, began checking things out, trying to see if I could spot the tell tale signs of men trying to hook up with men. After wandering around for about 30 minutes, I decided I was hoplessly lost and extremely frustrated. I was horny, I needed cock and this wasn't going the way I wanted it to go. I stopped, trying to figure out where I was, I knew I wasn't too far from my apartment as I could see one side of the Pentagon. Pulling out my, "I'm a tourist" map (like THAT was going to tell me) I started trying to find my location and decided I'd go from there. If nothing else, I knew that Dupont Circle was the gay district, I could always find my way back to the subway and head over there. "You look lost," a voice called over my left shoulder. I jumped what had to have been a mile high. Laughing the voice said, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." I turned to face the voice and found I was gazing right into the sunglassed face of a motorcycle cop. I love motorcycles and I especially love cops. The whole authoritarian attitude cops gave off was like an aphrodesiac to me. "I am lost, I'm trying to find a park that....", realizing I was about to spill the beans to a cop, I cut my statement short. "A park for what?" the cop asked. He had now removed his mirrored sunglasses and I just stared at this crystal deep blue eyes lined by the longest black lashes I've ever seen on a man. "A, um, a, park that...." I stuttered. I couldn't complete my sentence, I wanted to take this cop right now, rip his uniform off and just start licking and biting and sucking every inch of his flesh. "Well let me see if I can help." He said as he got off his motorcycle, took off his helmet and his leather gloves. I just drooled, my cop friend towered over me, he had to be at least six five, his hair was a chestnut brown, he wore a moustache, also chestnut brown with red highlights that perfectly framed his full red lips. His biceps were massive and looked as though they were going to rip open his uniform shirt at any time. His sculpted chest was clearly visible under his unform shirt, tapered waist that led to long muscular legs. Since he was walking towards me, I couldn't check out his ass but just knew it had to be delectable. His trousers gave no hint of a bulge, so I could only imagine that the was packing a thick piece of prime grade A cock in his pants. He sideled up to me, I could smell a light hint of his cologne, I think it was Polo. His hands were huge, he could easily wrap his long fingers around my head and squeeze me like a tomatoe. I was trembling as he took my tourist map from my hands, hoping that I could hide my pure lust from him, and hoping even more he couldn't see the erection I'd thrown that was now tenting out my jeans.
I managed to look at the cops name tag. Richardson was his name, Officer Richardson. Pointing to the map, Officer Richardson said, "Here's where I think you are looking at going, you're not far. It's Columbia Park and if you're looking for what I think you're looking for, you'll find it there. Just walk to the end of this street, hang a right, cross the bridge and you're there. Be careful though, it's heavily patroled by cops." Officer Richardson said. Obviously I had been as obvious as clear glass, can't imagine why, I was standing there, panting and licking my chops looking at Officer Richardson as though I was a starving wolf and he was a juicy cut of lamb. "Before you ask," started, "yes, you're that obvious. It just so happens this is my beat to patrol for the day. Go on, head over there, when you walk into the park you'll see the parking lot. Don't mess with the men on the cars, they're trouble, head for the public restrooms that'll be off to your right. But before you go in, just hang out by the rest room for a minute, watch what happens." He smiled, handed me my map and turned to head back to his motorcycle. I stared at his ass, full, beefy, beautiful, two muscular globes just begging for me to dive my face into. Pulling myself out of my fantasy, I made my way to the park. Sure enough, row after row of cars were parked in the lot. Some men in their cars, others sitting on the hoods. The men sitting on the hoods of their cars were clad in shorts, the legs of their shorts conveniently hiked up and a leg conveniently propped up to expose their cocks and balls. I saw a variety of shapes, colors and sizes of cocks. I made my way to the public restroom and turned back to look at the parking lot. Men were scrambling back into their cars, others were speeding out of the park as fast as they could. It was only a matter of minutes before I saw why, Officer Richardson had came barreling into the parking lot. After he had cleared everyone out, he got off his motorcycle and came over to where I stood, just outside the mens room. He was walking up the sidewalk, motioning me to go inside. I opened the door and soon disappeared; within a few minutes he too came in, still wearing his gloves, helmet and glasses. The parks closed at dusk and so did the public restrooms. Officer Richardson reached behind him and turned the lock on the door. Removing his helmet, glasses and gloves he told me to head to the trough. Yes, there were not any urinals in this bathroom, just one long trough with two stalls, each stall had a very large glory hole cut into the wall so that you could see the action from either the trough or the stall. "Strip!" Officer Richardshon growled at me. I did as I was told and before long was naked save for my socks and tennis shoes. "Get over here bitch and fucking get my cock out of my pants!" he ordered. I did as I was told, removing his pistol belt and carefully setting it on the tiled floor next to him. While I was ubuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper, I noticed the smell of sex in the men's room. It was a smell of cum, poppers, lube and the usual hint of urine. I got his police jodhpurs down to his ankles when he grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved my face into his underwear clad crotch. "I want you to fucking worship my cloth covered cock. Fucking eat me through my shorts bitch and don't bite at all or you'll get a slap across my face. I was fucking turned on like I've never experienced before. "I could tell when I saw you bitch that you would want some of my cop cock." He continued to banter while I ate, licked, nibbled and sucked every inch of his dick through his underwear. His cock was huge, at least 9 inches long and two inches thick. While he continued to degrade me with his obsenities and I continued to eat his cock, he removed his uniform shirt and T-shirt. He pulled me to my feet and I stared at his massive chest. My eyes drank in every inch of his sculpted chest. His skin was lightly tan and completely smooth, he even shaved his arm pits, legs, and balls. The only pubic hair was just a small patch right above his dick. Sculpted this way, his dick looked even bigger. Reaching out he grabbed the back of my head again and shoved my face into one of his armpits and ordered me to lick the mansweat from his pits. He smelled clean, no scent (or taste) of deodorant, just the clean smell of soap. I gathered he must have just started his shift. My cock was drooling precum everywhere, I reached down and grabbed his hard cock and started to lightly stroke his dick. I could feel his own cock juice leaking out of the head, coating my hand which I proceeded to rub back into the head of his cock. "Oh FUCK yeah," he yelled. He pulled me off his arm pit and with me standing there, panting, proceeded to remove the rest of his own clothes. He left his socks on and put his calf high black leather boots back on.
"Get in the first stall and stick your face up to the gloryhole, I got a treat for you bitch." he growled again. Turning, he slapped my ass, hard, it stung but I only managed to groan, my cock flexing, more juice pouring out. Once I was in place in the stall, he walked up to the gloryhole and shoved his monstrous dick through the hole. "Open your mouth bitch," he yelled. I did as instructed and was soon rewarded with a steady flow of his piss right into my mouth. "Don't swallow, I want my piss to flow out of your mouth and down your chest. I'm marking you as my territory cunt." I stayed there, feeling his warm golden flow cascading out of my mouth, over my chin and down my chest. My cock and balls soon became coated in his liquid gold. I was panting and moaning, this was so fucking erotic I wasn't sure how long I was going to last. I could already feel my balls start to tighten up and that familiar tingle in my groin. He finished pissing and I groaned that I was going to cum. "Bitch you better not cum, I'll tell you when you can cum, now get out here and clean up my cock!" he ordered. His piss was finding it's way to a drain in the floor, there would be no need to clean up that mess. I scrambled to where he stood and started worshiping his cock. Licking the piss out of his piss hole, my tongue parting the lips and lapping at the remainder of his piss and the start of a new batch of cock juice. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire and I felt everything. "Get up, take a whiff of this!" he ordered as he bent to pull me to my feet, shoving a bottle of poppers in my nose. I inhaled the familiar scent, my pulse racing, my head swimming. I was on fire with lust and at this point in time would have done anything my hunk of a public servant would have asked me to do. Once again he shoved me to my knees and instructed me to get his balls good and wet. The lock on the door of the restroom turned and in walked another uniform clad officer. "Oh yeah Paul, you done good with this one!" the other officer said as he began removing his own clothes. "Oh he's good Jim, he's loves his showers, doncha bitch?" Officer Richardson said. "Mmmppff" was all I could say as I shook my head yes. I felt a hand run along my back and down the crack of my ass. I bucked as I felt a finger linger over my hole. Office Richardson had now pulled me off his balls and cock and had me licking the area right above his dick. I felt him grab his cock and before long felt the familiar warmth of piss splashing against my chest. Officer Richardson was yet again, emptying his bladder, using me as his personal urinal. At the same time, I felt a warm splash of liquid against my hole and realized that his buddy had placed the head of his cock up against my hole and was pissing on it. I soon felt the head of his cock pushing at the entrance and in a few minutes felt the warmth of his piss as it began to fill up my bowels. I couldn't hold back anymore, this was too much for me and I began to shoot my load all over the tile floor. Both men were done pissing on and in me. Officer Richardson began to fuck my face with his cock, ramming it down my throat. I gagged and thought I was going to be sick to my stomach but he held back, allowing me to get used to his cock that far down my throat. It wasn't long before he was deep throating me, me timing my breathing to the rhythm of his cock. At the same time, his partner began fucking me in the ass. I could feel his cock harden, opening me like I'd never been opened before. Both men were thicker than any cock I'd experienced, but as heated up as I was, taking their thickness was relatively easy. I could feel the piss that was in my ass being fucked out of my ass, it running down my ass and over my balls. I grunted and bucked as another orgasm took over me. The officer fucking my ass, reached around as my cock began spurting and jacked me through my orgasm. My cum running down and over his hand. He then took his cum covered hand and fed my load to Officer Richardson. I felt Officer Richardsons cock expand and with one final thrust could feel his cock shooting his load down my throat. It felt massive and my stomach began to feel full from his load. I heard the cop behind me grunt, groan and then rip his dick out of my ass. He let a couple shots hit my hole before he shoved his spurting dick back into my ass. My ass milked his cock for every last drop. As the two officers were beginning to come down from their orgasm, both cocks still firmly planted in both ends of my body, I let go with my own full bladder. I finished pissing as both men pulled their cocks out of me.
"Fuck, guys that was hot!" I panted. "Yeah, I gotta tell ya, we've only encountered one other guy that could take us like you just did." Officer Richardson said. "Yeah," his partner responded, "he's now in Congress." We all laughed, cleaned off as best we could, got dressed and headed out of the rest room. "C'mon, Jim will take you back to your apartment, just hop into his cruiser." Officer Richardson said as he leaned down to give me a kiss. Jim had me climb into the front seat of his cruiser and as we were backing out of the parking lot, stowed his computer, pulled me across, kissed me and then guided me to his lap. I opened his fly, fished out his already hard cock and proceeded to give him a blowjob while he drove me back to my apartment. He came in my mouth just as he was pulling into the parking garage. I finished cleaning off his cock, tucked it back into his pants, zipped him up and thanked him for an absolutely great time. We spent a few minutes kissing before I said I needed to go. Jim filled me in on another spot that was a levi/leather place. Said it was a hot spot for the Marines to head to and asked if I was interested. "Hell yes!" I fired back. We made plans for this weekend and I waved goodbye as Jim drove off. I decided I needed a beer before I headed back to my apartment so stopped in the bar that was off the lobby of the apartment building. I ordered a tall beer and sat down to enjoy it. "Did you have a good evening?" a voice asked me. I immediately recognized LTC Mann's voice and looking in his direction, smiled and said, "Oh yeah." "Wanna tell me what you did?" he asked. I slammed my beer, put a twenty on the bar and said, "Let's go!"
Stay tuned for more hot action as Stefan finds his way through the Marine protocol....