People write things down for all sorts of reasons. A poet writes his poems, an author writes his novels and a journalist writes his columns. Each of them has his own motivation for doing so. But they all have one thing in common. They each want to share something, to get it out there, to get it off their chest. So, I've written this little roman a clef for many of those same reasons.
You know that old saying about not knowing or appreciating what you have until its gone? Well, that should be my life's credo. There have been so many things in my life to which that old cliche applies itself.
One incident in particular comes to mind because of a dream I had recently about something that actually happened to me. It was an erotic dream in which I relived part of the event but didn't recognize it until I woke. When I did awaken from the dream I had to jack off immediately. The images had come to life so vividly that I spent the rest of that day thinking about and remembering the incident that inspired the dream.
I was stationed at a Marine Corps air base in southern Japan. I was a very different person in those days. I was a little younger and a hell of lot more impetuous. But I was also a damn good Marine. I was always squared away and could do my job better than most. I had long ago learned that life was just easier that way.
Not long after arriving in Japan I was put in charge of my work center. Basically I did quality assurance inspections on the maintenance my men performed.
Eventually I grew bored with running the work center and finagled myself an office job in training, licensing and technical publications. I'll take an air-conditioned office job over getting greasy and dirty any day of the week.
I shared my office with another Corporal who was the actual training instructor. I mostly did paperwork and handled all the technical publication. I outranked him since I had been a Corporal longer than him.
One day Dave, the training instructor, was scheduled to teach a few classes to some squadron guys who had recently come to our base on a six month deployment from their base in southern Arizona. He stepped out of the office to run across the street to the convenience store, hoping to get back before the students arrived.
Normally, I have very little to do with the students, but Dave asked if I'd keep and eye out for them. Of course I said I would. Sure enough as soon as Dave left the first students started to arrive, so I had them fill out some preliminary paperwork. I immediately noticed that more than a few of these young Marines were quite good looking. Or maybe I was just horny that day, which for me is a fairly common condition.
There was one of them who really stood out among the rest. Not only was he good looking, but he was really squared away, meaning he had an immaculately pressed uniform, highly polished boots and a fresh hair cut. There was one other thing about him that really caught my attention. He had the most remarkable eyes that I've ever seen. They were a bright crystal blue that seemed to sort of sparkle and glow from within.
Now this guy was a Private First Class, which is two pay grades below Corporal so I figured he was pretty young and probably fresh out of boot camp. His face may have looked young and innocent but he surely had the body of a man.
"Alright Marines, I'm Corporal Brooks. Your instructor Corporal Mason will be back shortly. Meanwhile I'll need you fill out these forms and get them back to me before you leave today." I said, sounding very authoritative.
As I was explaining to them about the forms and the classes they'd be taking, I couldn't help but stare at the young Private First Class. His eyes were mezmorizing. Occasionally I looked around at the others, but always ended up looking back at this young PFC.
And as luck would have it, when they started to fill out the forms, the young PFC dropped his cover, which is military lingo for 'hat'. As he bent over to pick it up I got a spectacular view of butt. I popped a boner instantly. It was so round and perfect that the image was immediately seared into my brain. I had to force myself not to stare at him.
While we waited for Dave to get back they talked quietly amongst themselves. But then one of them apparently make a wisecrack to or about the young PFC that I'd been noticing. I didn't actually hear what was said, but I certainly hear the young PFC's response.
"Fuck you, you stupid motherfucker!" He shouted loudly as I watched the color rise in his cheeks and his beautiful crystal blue eyes change to a smoky gray color. He was really pissed. That was quite evident because he started in on another stream of obscenities which was enough to make anyone blush.
"Alright that's enough! Knock it off!" I said firmly.
That kid has got some temper, I thought to myself. He still looked furious.
"Sorry Corporal..." they both echoed.
Its common practice for junior Marines to address their seniors by rank and last name. But I never got off on that whole power trip like a lot of guys did when they started to move up in the ranks. But I also didn't take any shit from junior Marines either.
Finally Dave showed up and pointed them towards the classroom in the next building. But the young PFC came over to my desk and just stood there looking at me, not wanting to interrupt what I was doing.
"What's up? Is there something I can help you with?" I asked him. Dave stood there listening since he was the actual instructor.
"Excuse me Corporal, but this form asks for a driver's license number and well, my license is suspended right now." He said a little sheepishly.
Dave looked at me since this particular question had not come up before. And for this class each student did need to have a valid driver's license. I'd worked in training before so I knew there were a couple of ways to handle this situation.
"When will it be re-instated?" I asked him.
"In two weeks." He said.
Now I if I had wanted to be a dick about it I could have told him that he couldn't take the class without a valid driver's license. But I didn't.
"Well, just go ahead take the class for now and come back in two weeks. We'll get you all fixed up then," I told him.
He seemed very pleased with that and thanked me as though he thought I were doing him a special favor.
When they both left the office I quickly decided to sit in the class and follow them out. Something I often did when there were hotties in the class.
"Where are you going?" Dave asked me.
"I thought I'd monitor this class for Quality Assurance purposes." I told him.
"Didn't you just monitor this same class last week?" He asked.
"Just shut up and go teach the class." I chuckled, urging him along.
"Oh I get it, there must be some cute girls in this class." He laughed
He didn't know how close to the truth he was. There was someone who I thought was cute in this class but it certainly wasn't who he thought it was.
"Your students are waiting." I told him impatiently.
"Alright students, my name is Corporal Mason, I'll be your instructor today and most of you have already met Corporal Brooks here." He indicated to me standing at the front corner of the classroom.
"He'll be monitoring this class for Quality Assurance purposes, but he's also taught these classes before, so you can direct any of questions him or myself."
As Dave started the class I pulled up a stool and looked over the forms the students had given me. I noticed that the young PFC was not quite as young as I'd thought previously. In fact he was just a year and a few months younger than me. I was amazed.
Thinking on this, I looked up from clipboard and scanned the class for his face. It stood out immediately. There was definitely something about him that made him stand out in a crowd. Other than the fact that he was quite handsome and his eyes sparkled like jewels, there was also this almost translucent quality to his skin.
He wasn't pale, on the contrary, he looked very healthy, almost glowing. He saw me looking at him and smiled, then went on listening to Dave's lecture.
About halfway through the class I was called away. So I excused myself to Dave and the students. As I was about to leave I glanced at the not so young PFC, whose last name I now knew was Crass, and he gave me an almost imperceptible wave and another smile.
I smiled too, but more at myself for shamelessly flirting like that. I couldn't wait to get back to my room in the barracks, so I could stroke my rod thinking about PFC Crass.
As duty stations go, this was one of the better ones. The barracks itself was more like one of those drive up motels, with all the doors to the rooms opening out onto a walkway. They were three man rooms, but most of them only had two occupants. A few of the luckier guys didn't have to share at all. The best feature was that each room had its own private bathroom. A step up from most barracks I'd ever lived in.
I shared a room with another Corporal who worked in another shop. He turned out to be a great guy. But when I first moved in though we avoided each other like the plague. It only took a little while for us to become fast friends though. He was, hands down, the most considerate person I have ever lived with. Even to this day, I've still never lived with anyone like him.
Our room itself was probably the best appointed room on the whole base. We had all the comforts of home crammed into that living space. Each of us had our own stereo. His had one set of huge speaker, mine had two sets of smaller but really expensive speakers. I had my own television and VCR. And somehow he managed to find a really nice piece of carpeting, something almost no other room had. We had a mini-fridge, a table and chairs. All in all, it wasn't a bad setup. Not bad at all.
We definitely had the best combined entertainment center around, so people seemed to want to just come and hang out there a lot. It was like living in the most popular dorm room or frat house on campus. We always seemed to have friends and friends of friends hanging out, drinking and just listening to music or watching videos or whatever. My roommate Sean was a genuinely nice guy. Very easy going and a lot fun to get drunk with. Not too bad to look at either.
One day, while heading back to our room from somewhere, a meal or something I think, my roommate and I ran into one of his friends from work. I did a double take when I realized who was with his friend. It was PFC Crass, the good looking kid from class a few weeks ago. His face lit up with a big smile and his eyes started to twinkle when he recognized me.
Once inside our room we all grabbed a beer and listened to some tunes and talked. Crass and I fell into a very easy conversation as if we'd already been friends for a long time. We pretty much ignored my roommate and the other guy.
Crass started doing that thing with his eyes again. Mesmerizing me. And occasionally when there was a lull in our conversation he'd just continue to stare into my eyes for a long time. It kind of made me uncomfortable at first, so I'd look away. But then I just went with it and we'd lock eyes for short periods, silently, between topics. He was making me very hot.
During our conversation I found out all sorts of things about him. One of the most important details was that he was married. Although currently separated, the fact remained that he was a married man. He also told me about all the trouble he'd been getting into lately. He had in fact been a Lance Corporal, but had gotten busted back down to Private First Class, which explained why he was almost my age and still a PFC.
I did my best to console him and encouraged him to look toward the future and not worry about past deeds. I could tell he was experiencing some self esteem issues too, which may or may not have contributed to anger management problems. I could completely empathize with him. So I laid on the encouragements and more than a few compliments.
"Try to focus on where you're going and how you'll behave better from this point forward. You're a good looking, squared away young Marine. I know you'll be alright." I said to him.
I told him that I'd had friends at my last duty station who'd done far worse things and had come through it just fine. He seemed to be really taking my advice to heart and hanging on my every word. All the while those eyes of his were driving me crazy, making it difficult to concentrate.
Back in those days I never assumed anything and subtlty was lost on me. Even though somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt he was sending me all sorts of signals that he liked me in same way that I like him, I just couldn't bring myself to believe it was true.
Hell, I've met other people who have no qualms about staring openly at others in complete silence. But very few of them looked like this guy. And even though Crass was less than two years younger than me, I could see how he would look up to me, you know with a little brother's kind of admiration. I was rationalizing. Better safe than sorry.
After a while they decided to head back to their barracks which was way the hell on the other side of the base. That meant they'd have to hurry catch the shuttle or walk. Either way it was a long haul, so they left.
My roommate, Sean later told me all the rumors he'd heard about PFC Crass being a trouble maker. Most of which Crass had already divulged to me during our conversation in the room that day.
I told Sean that I thought Crass was probably a good kid who was just going through a rough patch right now. And that I thought he seemed like an alright guy. Sean admitted that he really didn't know Crass all that well and that I was probably right about him since I seemed to have made better friends with him than most of the guys that they worked with.
I thought it was odd that Sean had made that observation about us becoming fast friends. But it was true. Crass and I had made friends rather quickly and taken an instant liking to each other. And from what I heard, not many people really got along with PFC Crass because of his quick temper.
Sean and I continued to play host to our friends. Almost every Friday night and even sometimes during the week there was a small party of sorts in our room. Usually afterwards everyone would head over to the enlisted man's club, which was only a few yards down the road.
On one particular Friday after work Sean and I got our usual few cases of beer. I bought some Jack Daniels while he got some tequila. I don't recall if we'd planned anything special but for some reason that evening we ended up with quite a few more people than usual in our room. It was a real party.
Everyone brought beer. We had the mini-fridge completely full and stacks and stacks of cases in the shower stall of our bathroom. It was way out of control. Sean and I just looked at each other, shrugged our shoulder and continued partying.
We all sat around talking, playing drinking games and just generally having a good old time. The music was blasting and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. I was getting hammered in the drinking game.
Soon enough some of Sean's friends showed up at the door. And to my shock and surprise, who should be with them but PFC Crass. I hadn't seen or thought of him for weeks. Out of sight, out of mind. As soon as my eyes locked onto him my heart started to beat faster.
Until now I'd never seen him in civilian clothes. And man, oh man, what a treat it was! He had on a rather tight fitting black t-shirt and some very tight Levis which fit him really well.
Now I could clearly see that Crass had a classic v-shaped torso which tapered to an incredibly small waist. His arms were buff and you could see his sculpted pecs and abs through the shirt he had on. And his best feature, at least in my mind, his butt, it stuck out beautifully in those tight jeans.
He didn't see me right away because I sitting between two idiots who were shouting out new rules as they cheated at the drinking game. After looking around at all the faces in the room, his eyes finally locked onto mine and he broke into that great smile of his. I bowed out of the drinking game and almost killed myself trying to getting up from the table.
I was really surprised and really, really glad to see him. I told him so. He looked utterly delicious to me right then. On a side note, it seems that its okay for Marines to touch and fondle when they are drinking, but not too much. Sean and I played grab-ass and wrestled all the time when we drinking. Don't get the wrong idea about us though, we were just good friends. I never even considered having sex with Sean. That's a lie, but I digress...
Anyway, I suddenly lost all interest in everyone except PFC Crass. All of my attention was now focused on him and that great body of his. I hadn't noticed it before but he was like an inch and a half or two shorter than me. Perhaps that also lent to his illusion of youth. But his body was very well proportion and it was definitely the body of a man, albeit a youthful man, but definitely a man.
If you're wondering why I keep referring to him by his rank and last name, its simple, I just didn't know his first name. And he couldn't bring himself to break military protocol by using my first name or even just calling me by my last name like everyone else. I thought it was cute that he addressed me as 'Corporal Brooks'. I'm certain he told me his first name but I guess I forgot, so I just called him by his last name which was sufficient.
"What brings you guys to this side of the base so late in the day?" I asked Crass while getting him a cold one from the mini-fridge.
"There's a band playing at the enlisted club tonight."
"Oh right. Damn I had completely spaced on that. No wonder so many people showed up here for their pre-flight buzz today."
I chatted him up for a little while longer then showed him how to operate my stereo. Other people kept calling my name for this or that and I'd just nod or completely blow them off.
"Man, you guys have got a shit load of CDs." He said.
"Yeah, I think between us we must have about three hundred fifty or so." I told him.
The music was quite loud so I was glad that I had to lean in grab his shoulder to talk to him. He smelled good too. No cologne, just good clean all American male. At one point while I was leaning in close to say something to him I draped my arm around his shoulder. Instinctively he responded by putting his arm around my waist, but then he squeezed my side a little with his hand and that made me flinch and giggle.
Sean must have been watching the whole time because just then he came up to us with a couple of shots in each hand.
"Yeah, that's his big weakness, he's ticklish as a little girl." Sean said laughingly as he handed me a shot.
"Little girl?!" I said laughing, "I wasn't such a little girl when I kicked your ass the other day."
He offered the other shot to Crass but he declined so Sean and I toasted each other and drank them down. Somehow Sean managed to drag me into conversation with him and some other people. Then Dave from my office insisted that it was time for he and I to do another shot. I had quite a little buzz going.
Occasionally I'd glance out of the corner of my eye to see Crass still over there looking through the CD collection. He only spoke a few brief words to this person or that person as they passed him.
Eventually I noticed Crass heading toward the bathroom at the back of the room. And like everyone else I suppose I get a lot bolder when I'm buzzed.
I had some crazy ideas running through my head. So as covertly as possible I made my way back to the bathroom under the pretext of getting another case of beer from the shower.
Since we were all guys in there, Crass hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door. I had come along while he was in mid-stream and he glanced over his should to see me coming into the bathroom.
"Just getting another case of beer to put in the fridge." I told him.
"Take your time. I'll be out of your way in just a second."
Now keep in mind that at this point I really hadn't gotten any signal that I perceived as a clear sign of interest on his part. So this was going to be one bold initiative on my part or a huge mistake. Either way I didn't care. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity to let him know precisely where I stood.
The bathroom was just big enough so that I could squeeze by him to the shower without really touching him if I tried. But when my eyes locked onto his little bubble butt I lost all control. My dick grew hard as a rock. I turned my crotch to his back and made certain that I grazed that fine ass as I moved slowly past him. My anticipation had driven me into a near frenzied state. A ton of adrenaline must have been released into my system because my heart was pounding, my palms started to sweat and I felt really hot and shaky all over. This only took about a split second, but it felt like a very long time, almost as though I was moving in slow motion.
As I slid my body past his I thought I felt an ever so slight movement of his bottom into my crotch. I put one of my hands on his slim hip as if trying to maintain my balance and then I was certain, because he moved back a little more and almost knocked me off balance. His head turned to look over his shoulder at me and that was the clear sign that I had been looking for. There was nothing subtle about that move.
I quickly glanced out the door of the bathroom to make sure no one was looking this way and then I shut it. I took up my position behind him once again with my hands on his hips and began to grind my hard cock into his tight little butt. He still had his dick in his hands and I could see over his shoulder that it was hard now.
Pressing my lips to his neck just below the ear I began to kiss and lick slowly. I felt his entire body shudder under my touch.
"Man, I love your tight little ass." I whispered breathlessly into his ear.
He was silent except for some deep breathing. I felt him lean back into me fully and relax. I reached for his hard cock and stroked it.
"We're going to get caught in here." He cautioned quietly.
"I want to shove my hard dick up your ass." I grumbled into his ear. "I want to make love to you so fucking bad!"
"Someone could walk in any minute." He replied.
I grabbed his head and turned his face to me. I pushed my lips onto his and he opened his mouth to accept my tongue. We kissed frantically and I held him tightly in my arms.
He rubbed my hard cock through my pants.
"Damn, is this thing real?" He asked.
"Yeah, real big." I laughed.
"Fuck, this thing is huge man." He said.
I felt him fumble with my zipper, then his hand was inside my boxers stroking my erection. My eyes were open the entire time. I needed to be able to see him. I couldn't believe this was actually happening, especially with all those people outside the door. He looked so young and innocent, but also incredibly masculine at the same time.
I was so fucking worked up that not only my dick but my entire body felt like it was throbbing. Like I was vibrating. My lust raging like a wild animal. I felt like I just could not get enough of him fast enough to satisfy my need for him. I felt like I needed him more urgently than I needed my next breath. My heart was thundering in my chest and I felt lightheaded and a little dizzy. My hands were all over him, pulling at him, grabbing his ass, then squeezing the breath from him in a vise like bear hug. I was way out of control. An explosion in my shorts was imminent.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door which startled us both.
"Who's in there?" an unfamiliar voice shouted.
"Be out in a second!" I yelled back. "Use the guys next door bathroom if you can't wait!"
Then to Crass I said, "We've got to continue this later. I mean it dude, I've got to have you."
He just smiled and we both adjusted our clothes. Once we had ourselves straight he gave me that mesmerizing look again that drives me nuts.
"I love the way you look at me." I said and planted another kiss on his mouth.
I quickly poked my head out the bathroom door. No one was there waiting or even looking in this direction so I sent him out and starting getting a case of beer from the shower.
Then I got this creepy feeling like I was being watched. I looked back and there was Sean, standing in the doorway. For some reason it startled me to see him just standing there, almost accusingly. Perhaps it was all in my mind. Perhaps not.
"What'cha doing?" He asked.
"Just about to restock the mini-fridge." I told him.
"Need some help?"
"No, I got it. Thanks anyway."
The festivities out in the room were still raging and Crass had found his way back to the CD collection. I moved past him and started restocking the fridge. This time there was a knock on the outer door to room. Sean and I both looked at each other curiously. No one we knew would ever knock, they'd just walk right in.
Sean turned the music down and asked "Who is it?"
"Staff Duty Officer." came the response.
Again Sean and I looked at each other. Quickly and silently I shoved the rest of the beers in and grabbed all the visible liquor bottles and slid them under the bed. I opened the door to see the SDO standing there looking beyond me into the room.
The SDO or Staff Duty Officer is usually a staff sergeant who is on duty for the day and night who makes sure we don't burn down the barracks or anything other foolish things. Basically a father figure who keeps the peace.
"Music's a little loud don't you think?" He asked walking past me into the room.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I just bought these new speakers today and I was kind of showing off." I lied. Those speakers were at least three or four months old.
"How many people actually live in this room?" He asked.
"Just me and him." I pointed to Sean who was simultaneously raising his hand.
"Everyone here better be over twenty-one." He said taking another quick survey of the faces in the room. "And no rules are being broken I trust."
Everyone just nodded and tried to look innocent.
"Okay." He said turning to leave. "Oh yeah and try to keep it down to a dull roar alright?"
"Alright staff." I said. "We were all just about to get over the enlisted club anyway."
"Good idea." He said and walked out closing the door behind himself.
We really hadn't been breaking any rules except for having liquor in the room. Oh yeah having far too many people in the room. I'm sure we exceeded the limit for the fire code two times over. And there was some obscure rule about only be allowed to have a maximum of two beers per person in the room. We were way over that limit on that one as well.
I think the SDO guessed that we had bent a few of the rules but since no one was out of control he was very cool about it all. We got lucky because some guys can be real dicks. Power trippers I liked to call them.
So with that everyone finished up their beers and got ready to head over to the club. I was kind of glad too but now I had to figure a way to get Crass to hang back with me for a little while.
When everyone started to leave in more or less the original groups that they had arrived I looked around for Crass. He was standing with his group at the door and Sean who was waiting for me.
"Craig you about ready?" Sean asked me.
"You go on ahead with those guys, I'll meet you over there." I said. "I'm going to clean up a little and get some of these beer cans down to the dumpster."
"Come on, we can do that later." He insisted.
"No, go head I'll catch up. And trust me there'll still be plenty left for you to clean later." I told him.
"Alright, see you over there."
Sean was a good guy. Whenever we went anywhere together he always made sure we left together. He was always looking out for me. I did the same for him.
Crass was just about out the door when I called "Hey Crass!" Sean passed him on the way out.
"Give me a hand with some of this would you?" I said loud enough for anyone who may have been listening to hear.
"Sure, no problem."
We did a little cleaning up for at least as long I estimated it would take those guys to get about halfway over to the club.
"Do me a favor, lock the door would you?" I asked him.
When he went to lock the door I stepped right up behind him so that when he turned around we were face to face less than inch from each other. Well almost face to face since he was a little shorter than me. I just stared at him now, not saying a word, not moving a muscle. He broke into a smile and his eyes started to do that thing with his eyes again and I couldn't help myself. I took him in my arms and kissed him. This time slowly, more tenderly. Not like the frenzied passion in the bathroom.
"Tell me, do you do that intentionally?" I asked him.
"Do what?"
"You know, that seductive little thing that you do with your eyes. Its been driving me crazy ever since I first met you."
"I don't know what you mean." He smiled mysteriously and his beautiful eyes seemed to shimmer.
I think maybe he knew precisely what I meant. Or maybe its just some involuntary reaction that occurred when he is happy or horny or both. Whatever the case I didn't care anymore, I started ripping his shirt off. I had him completely naked in a matter of minutes.
This guy's body would put Michelangelo's David to shame. It was utterly flawless. And almost completely hairless except for the downy little blond bush surrounding his manhood. I could have wept just gazing upon his male beauty.
At that very moment I would have loved nothing more than to throw this kid down on his stomach and ram my fat cock up his chute and pound his hole mercilessly. Something in my heart told me that wasn't the way to go with this kid.
I slowly undressed myself while he lay upon my bed watching me. I couldn't wait to taste this magnificent specimen. I dove onto him and began licking his pinkish nipples.
Moving ever so slowly over his body I made sure I licked and kissed all of his most sensitive areas. I know precisely the spots on my own body that really get me going so I paid special attention to those areas on his body. As it turns out he is just as sensitive in those places as I am. He really seemed to be enjoying this.
Sometimes I can be a bit of a control freak, so when he moved to reciprocate I held him firmly in place and continued driving him crazy. I ran my tongue along his inner thigh and as I approached the junction between his legs I bit down ever so gently. This forced a loud moan out of him. I had to warn him against making any noise at all and he agreed.
I moved into a sixty-nine position with him. His hands on my cock felt so hot. He ran his tongue around the head and I could feel his hot breath as he opened wide to try to swallow as much of cock as he could. That sent a shiver up and down my spine. I slid his hot throbbing member over past my lips, over my tongue to the back of my throat and clamped down. Using both hands I grabbed his buns while I bobbed up and down on his pole. I fondled and squeezed his strong thighs. I could feel him trying desperately to as much of my long thick cock inside his mouth as possible. I worked on this balls then, slathering them with my tongue, pulling one into my mouth, then the other. The area just behind his balls is super-sensitive, I could hear him trying to moan around the cock in his throat when I licked and sucked at this area.
While working that special area behind his balls, I starting playing with his tight little pucker. Getting my fingers wet with spit I slid them over his opening and slowly inserted one and then two fingers inside him. Taking great care not to make it uncomfortable for him while I stretched his hole, I gobble his tasty piece of meat. I could happily spend the rest of my days down in this guy's nether regions.
Flipping him onto his back I kneeled with his head between my knees and pushed my big thick cock as far into his wide stretched mouth as possible. I pushed all the way to the back of throat where I knew I was blocking his air way. He just held onto me and accepted it. I pushed a little more with no where else to go, but he stayed still and simply allowed me to do this to him. I could see the sweat pouring down his face. I pulled out to let him breathe. He gulped in a big breath and panted for a minute. Then I pushed my cock way back into his throat again and held it there. He didn't struggle or fight me one bit. This young stud was so accepting, so trusting.
Soon I found myself laying on top of him, his strong legs wrapped around my waist, kissing his sweet mouth, stroking his face. I could feel his hands roaming all over my back. I was aching to get inside him.
"You are so unbelievably hot!" I said.
"You are too." He said urging me to kiss him again.
I grasped my hard cock and put it to his tiny little pucker and applied some pressure. Not too much, just enough to gage his reaction. This was going to be tough. I got up and grabbed some lotion to lube us both up. With my dick pressed firmly at his entrance I began a slow rocking motion. His legs still around my waist I could see him winch in pain each time I pushed forward. He was really tight and it occurred to me that I might very well be the first guy to get inside him.
Leaning down to cover his mouth with mine I gave a hard shove. He drew in a sharp breath and at first there was no movement. Then the head of my cock started to slide forward just millimeters at a time. His hole was so fucking tight that it kind of hurt my cock, almost like there was no opening there at all, just flesh that I was futilely pressing against. I kept up the pressure until suddenly the head of my cock just popped inside him then I stopped. Finally I heard him take a breath again. His face was dipping with sweat.
It must have taken a tremendous force of will for him not to make any noise or try to get away from my battering ram of a cock. He was breathing deeply now and I could tell that this was taking a lot out of him. Or more precisely, putting a lot into him. Perhaps more than he could handle. I felt a little sorry for him. I didn't want to hurt him.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. "Do you want me to take it out?"
He shook his head slowly, blinking his half lidded eyes sleepily. I wiped the sweat from his face. I knew I was expanding his threshold for pain and I wondered just how far it would stretch.
I stroked his face and head until his breathing returned to almost normal. Then staring into my eyes he squeezed my sides with knees, indicating that it was okay to proceed. Applying a little more pressure I immediately felt him tense up again. His hole clamped down so tight I thought it would cut the tip of my dick right off. I laid off and he was able to relax again. I started my rocking motion again and amazingly I felt my cock slipping into him little by little. He wasn't breathing again so I stopped and he took a breath.
It was an amazing feeling to have his tight little hole stretched to the limit around the end of my cock. I knew I couldn't take much more of this without shooting my load. I pushed again, hard this time and felt him open up. My cock was now sliding slowly into him. There was still a lot of resistance but I was able to get halfway up inside him before I stopped the onslaught. His eyes had flown wide open and he had a look of great surprise and shock on his face.
I began fucking him now. I had no choice, my hips took control of body and started the slow in and out motion of mating. Each forward stroke took me deeper and deeper into his body. He was starting to make a moaning noise now, getting louder with each stroke. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head. Looking down I could that his fat cock was stiff as a board laying on his stomach.
I had to quiet him down. I put my hand over his mouth. He looked at me and I shook my head from side to side. He nodded his understanding and I resumed my rhythm. Deep stroking him now I could feel my cock hitting bottom inside him. I was trying to get every bit of my cock into him. His body would only allow the first three quarters of my rod inside him. Each time I hit bottom he thrashed his head from side to side, but only a tiny gasp escaping his throat.
I could see that I was hurting him so I took it easy but increased my speed.
His response to this was much better. He locked his ankles behind my back and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I could feel him humping back into me. His hard dick sliding between our sweaty stomachs.
My dick was throbbing and my balls were drawn up tight ready to release their contents at any moment. I reached my hand between us and stroked his thick cock a few time. That was all it took, he began clutching my back and humping wildly. Then his body went rigid. His hole clamped down on my cock and I felt his cock spit its first wad of cum straight up between our bodies. This drove me right over the edge with him. I pushed my cock in and exploded. The first spasm rocked me hard and I convulsed. I jammed my dick as far into him as I could and felt the first shot blaze out of the end of my cock like a rocket. He squirted again which made me do the same.
We ground and humped each other furiously. Each of his shots contracting his hole tightly around my dick heightening my own orgasm. The sensation was so fantastic I thought I might lose consciousness at any moment. Spasm after spasm tore through my body while brilliant sparks of color flashed before my eyes.
Finally the tension in our bodies began to ease but there were a few aftershocks that rocked me unexpectedly. We lay there for many minutes wrapped tightly around each other. I could feel that my dick was somewhat hard inside him but I had to rest a while. When my breathing returned to normal I kissed him lovingly and stroked his head. I eased my still hard dick out of him. If there had been more time I would have turned him over and fucked him from the back. But that would be pressing our luck. "Come on, we've got to get cleaned up and get out of here." I told him.
I urged him toward the bathroom so we could get a quick shower. Although once inside the shower stall with the water spraying over us and his back to me I couldn't keep my hands off him. Before I knew it I had him pressed up against the wall pushing my cock into him again. It was a little easier entering him this time and I took him savagely. I held his small waist in my hands and pounded his little bubble butt ruthlessly. It took almost no time at all before I was dumping another load inside him. This orgasm wasn't as intense as the first and I really had to reach for it, but it was still very exciting.
Eventually after we got dressed and I could think straight, I realized that he'd been utterly silent. Not one word had come from him in a long time.
"Hey man, are you alright?" I asked, looking into his face. "Why so quiet?"
"I don't know. Nothing." He said quietly, looking everywhere except directly at me.
"You've never done that before have you? I mean with a guy?" I asked.
He shook his head looking down at his feet. I wasn't surprised. I took him in my arms and held him.
"Its alright." I told him. "How do you feel? You want to talk about it?"
Finally he looked up at me. He didn't look sad or anything, He looked ... I don't know, just... calm.
"No, I'm cool." He said.
"Well, if its any consolation, I am honored to be the one who has taken your virginity. Popped your cherry. Rocked your world." I kidded him.
He laughed at that.
"Alright take it easy stud." He said smiling up at me.
Then he squeezed both my sides, tickling me, making me laugh. I wasn't quite sure what had brought on that brief bout of melancholy, but I was glad it was over.
"Come on, we better get over to the club before they send a search party out after us." I said.
By the time we got to the club those guys were so drunk that nobody had even noticed we were missing. The band was still playing and it was loud as hell in there. I found Sean over by the bar laughing it up with a group of people.
"Hey, there you are!" He yelled. His speech noticeably slurred.
"Time for a shot?"
"I suppose it is time for a shot. I'm buying." I told him.
Sean was dangerously close to his limit and I could see that, so I secretly had the bartender make him a virgin kamikaze, while I got a double shot of Jack for myself. Crass didn't want a shot so I ordered three beers as well.
Sean and I did our requisite toast and did the shots. Sean was one cheerful guy when he was drunk. His normally great disposition seemed only to be amplified by drinking. He was a hell of a guy.
Everybody was still having a good time and Sean kept putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his side and laughing it up. Then he'd grab another friend with his other arm. I kept glancing to my side to make sure Crass was still there. He was.
After a while a group of his buddies decided that it was time to get started home. As it was they'd missed the last shuttle and would have to pay for a taxi get back. I really wanted Crass to stay but I couldn't think of a way to make it happen without it appearing weird. It took all my self control not to grab him and kiss him before they left. I ended up just shaking his hand and saying something like see you later. I hoped that my eyes conveyed my feeling to him.
I watched his little bubble butt as they left. I felt a little tug in heart when walked out the door. When I turned back I saw Sean leaning against the bar looking at me strangely. I just assumed it was because he was drunk. At least I hoped that's what that look was all about.
"What's up man? You're not going to puke are you?" I asked him. He laughed loudly and clapped me on the shoulder good naturedly. "No, I'm not going to puke, but we probably better get out of here soon."
The next day was Saturday so Sean and I both slept late. The first thing I thought about when I woke up was Crass. In fact I thought about him all day, which was why I was uncharacteristically quiet.
"Did something happen last night?" Sean asked me.
"Why? What do you mean?" I asked trying to keep the paranoid panic out of my voice. I was neglecting my friend with my inattention. Now I was worried about that as well.
Did he know something? Was he suspicious about me and Crass?
"I don't know, you seem pissed off about something."
"Oh, no, I'm just still a little hung over that's all." I told him, silently breathing a sigh of relief.
Sean and I had a tremendous amount of respect for each other. In the entire ten months that we lived together I don't think we ever said a cross word to one another. We never argued or bickered over anything. On the contrary, we agreed on just about everything and since we both had a lot of other friends, we never seemed to crowd each other's space. For the short span of time that we knew each other I'd dare say that were best friends.
I had total allegiance to Sean and I can only assume he felt the same way towards me. In fact, once, during a drunken brawl while I was occupied beating the hell out of some guy, one of the guy's friends was about to blind-side me. Well Sean, being the ever vigilant friend that he was, dropped the guy with one punch. I was stunned, so was that guy.
Later Sean told me that he'd had no intention of interfering in the fight until the third guy got involved.
"A fair fight is one thing." He said. "But when that other guy tried to get into it... Well, that just ain't right."
"What if the first guy had been beating the hell out me instead of the other way around?" I asked.
"Nobody ever died from a good ass kicking Craig." He enlighten me.
"Well that's good to know." I chuckled. "Thanks a lot Sean."
"If he'd been beating you too bad, I'd of broken it up, probably." He laughed.
"Probably?!" I scoffed.
Perhaps he's just a man of extraordinary character or maybe we just had a really good friendship. Either way, Sean is an exceptional guy and I am a better man for having known him. I don't think I ever told him so and I'm sorry for that. You should always let a man know his worth.
More than two weeks had passed since my encounter with Crass and at the time I wasn't sure if it was intentional avoidance or some other reason. If it was intentional avoidance, who was doing the avoiding him or me? And more importantly did I even care? I do know that I really wanted to repeat the sexual experience. But did I really want to pursue a relationship? Did he? To be perfectly honest, I really didn't give it much thought, except for when I was horny.
Anyway, I already had a relationship. With Sean. You can over analyze it as much as you like but when it comes right down to it a relationship between two people is really just a matter of mutual respect and a willingness to spend time together when you don't really have to. This is why wives and girlfriends detest the friends of their mates. They hate the idea that he could enjoy spending time with anyone other than them. A woman will wrap up her whole being and sense of self in one person, her partner. Whereas men tend to see that a relationship can be a precarious, even perishable thing and therefore not allow it to consume his entire being.
Even though Sean's and my relationship wasn't a sexual one, I felt like I had cheated on him with Crass. I didn't know what he knew or didn't know about me and Crass. But the peculiar way that he'd gaze at me or give those sidelong glances whenever Crass was around should have given me some clue. But I was far too wrapped up in my own paranoid neurosis to figure it out.
Besides, Sean seemed the epitome of masculinity to me. Classic Midwestern farm boy type. He absolutely coveted anything Harley Davidson or Harley Davidson related. And besides his uniform, you'd never see him wearing anything other than Levis and black Harley t-shirts. On a chilly day he might wear a flannel over his Harley t-shirt.
He kept a picture of his fiancee on a bureau near his bed. She was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. In my mind's eye I could them together a couple. I could totally see what they saw in each other. Her name was Rhiannon and she called him every week at the same time.
He didn't strut around or engage in any of that idiotic macho posturing like so many other typical Marines, which was precisely what made him so masculine and sexy. I must admit though that I did misjudge him when I first met him. I took him for a big dumb guy because of his size and farm boy good looks. He had a slight hillbilly accent too.
But I quickly learned that there was much more to him than could be seen by just looking at him. For instance he was very well read and actually had quite an extensive vocabulary, but he rarely showed it off except when we were alone. I could tell that he was conscious of his accent and made some effort to suppress it. It really only came through when we'd been drinking.
At about six foot one and a half with broad shoulders, Sean had a strong lean utilitarian body. His ass was very nice too, not quite as nice as Crass', but certainly well above average. And although I never saw it hard, I know for a fact that he was quite well hung. Watching him walk around in nothing but his briefs was a secret pleasure of mine. He had this little treasure trail of soft brown hair that ran from his belly button down into the top of his shorts which made my mouth water.
Quite often I would engage him in these little wrestling matches, typically after we'd been drinking. Most times I'd just rush him and try to take him down. But Sean was strong. Very strong and I hadn't anticipated that. He'd always play along until he got tired, then he'd figure out a way to immobilize me and make me say uncle.
I really enjoyed tussling around with him, groping him in every way possible. Never anything too rough, we had too many valuable items in the room. But it certainly helped to work off some of my sexual frustrations.
In the beginning I had been able to pin him a couple of time. The first time it happened I was quite pleased with myself. I'd somehow gotten Sean down on his back with his forearms pinned under my shins and hands behind him. It was a tremendous thrill for me, especially considering my control issues.
"Do you give up?" I grilled him.
"No, never!" Sean said.
"You will submit." I laughed. "Say uncle."
"Never gonna happen."
"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this." I told him. "But you leave me no alternative."
I leaned down, placing my hands on both his shoulders. Very slowly I moved my face closer and closer to his. I wanted desperately to kiss those full luscious lips. In fact I'd had it planned all along. And now, face to face with him, staring into his big amber colored eyes I saw his smile fade away.
Suddenly he was expressionless and I couldn't read a damn thing in his. Would he acquiesce and just let it happen or would he get angry and try to beat the hell out me? I had no way of knowing. And the closer I got to his face the more his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
In an instant hundreds of thoughts crashed through my mind. And not one of the scenarios I pictured was very appealing. I saw our relationship changing right before my eyes. And not in a good way. Suddenly I couldn't bear the idea of him rejecting me and then losing all respect me. While he remained passive I decided it wasn't worth the risk. Still close to his face, I blinked a couple of times and smiled, then I gave him a little slap on the face. Perhaps a little harder than I'd intended. And by his expression I could see that it shocked the hell out of him.
As I went to get up he exploded with sudden burst of strength and damn near threw me across the room. Now it was my turn to be shocked. And for a moment I thought he was angry. I could swear I saw a flash of rage in his eyes, then it was gone. Then, laughing like a moron he came over and helped me up.
"Bet you never saw that coming." He said.
"No, no I can't say that I did."
I was glad that our relationship had remained in tact and unchanged. After that time I was never able to pin him again, but that never put me off wrestling with him. I never went down without a long, hard fought struggle.
"Alright, if you're not going to say uncle." He'd warn me. "You leave me no alternative."
Then he'd tickle the hell out of me until I submitted. He knew that was my Achilles' heel. And occasionally he take full advantage of it. Often times continuing to tickle me even after I'd submitted.
I still remember the first time I laid eyes on him, all I could think was, "Man I bet he's good in bed." I loved to watch him walk too. Just the way he moved so confidently, hips swinging ever so slightly. One never got any sense of arrogance from him, just a warm self-assured inner-strength.
Eventually, I was overcome with curiosity about Crass so I asked Sean if he'd seen him around since they both worked in the same shop. He had to have seen him at work.
"Oh yeah, I meant to tell you about that." He said. "Crass and his roommates got put on restriction."
"What happened?"
"They got caught with a couple bottles of booze in their cubicle." He laughed.
The barracks on that side of base were pretty shitty compared to where we lived. They were more like warehouses. Each floor having just one long room sectioned off into cubicles with tall wardrobes and curtains. Absolutely no privacy. And worst of all a big community bathroom that everyone shared.
"Got caught? Who gets fucking caught?" I said shaking my head in disbelief.
"Well, from what I heard they were in there raising hell and one of the Staff Sergeants from their squadron walked in." Sean confided.
"He told them to keep it down and get rid of the booze. Crass lost his temper and started mouthing off to him. Next thing you know they were all on restriction."
It could have been a lot worse. Restriction is like a slap on the wrist compared to what could happen. Being on restriction is like being grounded. You're only allowed to go to work and the mess hall. The rest of the time you have to stay inside the barracks.
"Man, that's gotta suck. How much restriction did they get?" I asked.
"They got sixty days plus extra duty." He said.
"Damn, that's rough."
"The worse part is that they only have about six more weeks before they go back to the States." He chuckled. "Those poor bastards are going to be on restriction for the rest of the time that they're here."
Apparently I had seen the last of my new friend Crass. I was indeed somewhat disappointed, but that's life.
Eventually it came time for Sean to leave too. But he wasn't just going back to the States, he was getting out of the Marine Corps altogether. And although I'd be leaving just three short months after Sean, I was really saddened, distressed even, at the thought of his imminent departure.
We had less than a week left together so we made the most of it. We raised all sorts of hell on and off base. Up to that point we rarely went off base because everything was just so damn expensive. But I knew that I'd probably never see this guy again ever, so what the fuck eh?
Normally I try to distance myself from anything that could potentially make me emotional. I'm just not built for that sort of thing and I don't wear it well. Anyway, that's precisely what I'd been trying to do with Sean over those last few days. Sort of wean myself off him. But of course there was no real chance of that since we lived together.
Finally his last full day in Japan was upon us and I wasn't holding up too well. Besides being hung over everyday for past week, I could feel myself slipping in a deep depression. By the time I got off work, he was already finished checking out of the base and the Marine Corps. All that was left was a flight home.
There he sat with an upturned beer in his hand as I walked in.
"Less than twenty-four hours to go." Sean said grinning broadly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." I said as cheerfully as I could. "Listen, are you going to be counting down with every passing hour like you did yesterday? Cause if so..."
"Come on, sit down and have a beer." He interrupted.
I did and then he poured us a couple of shots. We did shot after shot, toasting to pretty much anything and everything we could think of. We drank way too much in those days, but it was all in good fun.
"I'm going to have to reserve a room in a detox center after you're gone." I told him.
We both had a good laugh at that, but I was only half joking. I'm pretty sure my liver was cursing the day I'd been born.
"Since this is my last night, we have to go over to the club with some of the guys from my work." He said. "So hurry up and get changed."
After I got out of the shower I couldn't help but notice Sean staring openly at me. He wasn't saying anything. Just sort of staring and smiling. I figured he was just drunk so I finished getting dressed.
As I was standing at the mirror doing some last minute grooming Sean came up behind me and just stood there looking at me in the mirror.
"What!?" I said smiling expectantly at him. "What's up, you want to throw down? You want to take me on? I just might have to hurt you this time. And you know they won't let you on the plane tomorrow with a broken arm."
I turned to face him and what I thought was a challenge to a wrestling. But before I knew what was happening he'd already had his arms around me and was pressing his lips against mine. Having been caught off guard like that I was all tensed up. I'd already focused my energies in a whole different direction. He pulled back and just looked at me.
"What no good?" He asked, searching my eyes for a response. He had the most curious and adorable look on his face.
"Uh, yeah very good." I stammered. "Just really unexpected."
Then he looked like he was unsure of what his next move should be, so I made it for him. I put my arms around him and lightly licked his closed lips. He opened his mouth and we kissed more deeply this time. I stroked his broad back and squeezed his butt. We stood there for a long time just kissing and fondling each other.
After we broke the kiss we stood there looking at each other for a minute. Then he smiled again and went to sit down. I a million questions but couldn't seem to form and articulate a single one. My head was still reeling.
"Hey, uh... what... I mean... why did you do that?" Was all I could manage.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "Cause I wanted to I suppose. And cause I knew that you wouldn't."
"But I mean what made you think...?"
"Look, let's just have another shot okay?" He interrupted, cutting me off.
There was nothing else to do but comply. Besides, what good would a lot of questions do at this point? But every time I'd look at him he just give me one of these enigmatic little smile. So we did a few more shots and shortly thereafter the guys showed up. We all headed over to the club. We stayed until they closed the place and kicked us out.
By the time we got back to the barracks we were both drunk as hell. It took a full five minutes to get the key in the door. While I fumbled around trying to get undressed Sean just flopped down on his bed.
"Craig..." Sean said sleepily.
"What?"
"Craig...?"
"What is it Sean?" I said, a little exasperated.
"Come here!"
"You're not going to be sick all over me are you?"
"No, just come over here."
When I got over to his bed he grabbed my wrist and yanked me down on top of him. He was still fully dressed and I was clad only in my boxers. We started making out again. After the night we'd had at the club I had damn near forgotten that we'd made out earlier in the day.
"How did you know?" I asked him.
"Come on, how long have we been living together?" He said.
"Besides I notice who and what you look at when you think no one sees you. You are very covert about it but I see all."
"Is that right?" I asked rhetorically.
"Course that means I was looking too." He said.
"At what?"
"Mostly at you." He answered, kissing me again.
It was really weird to be laying there talking and kissing with the last person in the world that I'd expect this happen with. But I was very conscious of the fact that he'd be gone soon so I had to make the most of what time was left.
"You know I used to love to watch you walking around here in your shorts?"
"I know." He said laughing. "I saw you pretending to be reading or whatever, peeking over the top of your books looking at me. I just thought you were a pervert."
"You didn't think that. Jackass!" I said indignantly.
"No I didn't think that. But I was aware of your eyes on me." He said teasingly.
"Well, why'd you wait until now?"
"Do you remember that time we were wrestling and I let you pin me?" He asked.
"Let me pin you?!" I asked raising an eyebrow incredulously. He grinned broadly and continued.
"Anyway, while you had me pinned down." Using his fingers to indicate quotation marks in the air. "I thought you were about to make a move." He paused for a minute. "But then you didn't. I guess I thought... Well I figured that I'd probably just misread the whole situation."
I simply couldn't believe it. I had to laugh at myself for being such an idiot. I had missed the opportunity of a life time. And now time had run out. My heart ached for all the time lost due to my cautiousness.
"You didn't misread anything." I told Sean. "I was going to kiss you that day, but then I lost my nerve. I thought it would creep you out or something. I just couldn't bring myself to take the chance."
"You sure took your chance with Crass." He snorted derisively.
"So you knew about that huh?"
"Who do you think guarded the bathroom door while you two were in there?" He questioned. "I told people you were in there puking your guts out. Nobody seemed to want to go in there after I said that."
"You know, I've had a crush on you since we first met. But I thought you'd never be open to it. And that made me want you even more." I confessed.
"Let me see if I've got this straight. You wanted me even more because you thought you couldn't have me? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Yep, that's about the size of it."
"You're insane, you know that right?" He chuckled.
"I just can't believe you felt the same way about me as I feel about you."
"Why not? You're a good looking guy. So am I." He said. "You've got a great looking body and I've seen you with chicks, so what's so hard to believe?"
I just smiled and began kissing his neck. The smell of him was so rich and yet indefinable. I ran my palm over his crotch and found that his cock was growing big in his pants. I went to unbuckle his belt but he took over and undressed himself. I knew that my need to control would not be fulfilled with this man. He was physically stronger and preferred to do things his own way. I'd learned that from our months of living together.
He stood up to take off his clothes, weaving a bit as he did. Finally he stood naked before me. I remember just staring at his body. That treasure trail that I'd so longed for paid off in a full dark brown mass of pubic hair which surrounded his cock like a mass of loyal subjects to their monarch.
He had those weird little striation muscles that make a little v-shape which point directly at the crotch on both sides of his waist. Crass had those too, but on a man as big as Sean's they were so incredibly alluring. I found myself trembling with anticipation. I wanted so badly to touch him, but I waited. I wanted him to touch me first. I don't know why. He did. He caressed my cheek as I looked up at him.
"I have to warn you, I don't have much experience with guys. I've only been with one other guy. At my last duty station and we only jerked off together."
As much as I wanted to be sympathetic to his confession I couldn't control myself. I had to be flesh to flesh, skin on skin with this man. To me Sean was the ultimate prize and at that moment I simply had to have him.
I sat up on the edge of his bed and took his fully erect member in my hand.
It was much larger than I'd ever imagined. Long and thick with an amazing network of flesh colored veins all of them pulsating along with his heartbeat.
I leaned in close and the smell of him sent my libido into overdrive. It was the same smell as when we wrestled. I felt strong and powerful. Then it was clear to me that the smell of him was an aphrodisiac for me. My heart began to pound and my dick began to throb wildly.
I opened my jaw as far as I could and took his massive cock in my mouth. It was very hot on my tongue. I could feel it jump and throb in my mouth. He groaned loudly as he leaned forward. I grabbed his hips but not before his thick head hit the back of my throat. I gagged a bit and pulled his body back from my face.
I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down onto the bed with me. This was what I wanted. I licked his chest and down through his treasure trail. I dug my nose into his pubes and played around his huge cock. Then I looked up and he was looking back at me. It made me feel a little a creepy that he was looking down at me while I was reveling in his crotch so I bit down hard on the area between his thigh and crotch. He yelled and grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up to him.
"You'd better not do that to my dick." He warned and kissed me.
I hated having him in control. I hadn't been yanked around since I was a kid and now this stud was doing it. It was going to be a battle of wills. I pushed his legs upon my shoulders and he immediately tried to pull them down. I grabbed them hard and put them back while I glared at him. He just stared back at me.
I put my cock to asshole and pushed forward a bit. He still just stared back at me. Then he slathered his fingers generously with his own spit and rubbed it on the head of my dick. He took my dick and put it at his asshole, and with his other hand he pulled me forward by my waist. I could feel the resistance of his hole but not for long. I popped in easily. He yelped quietly and held my waist in place.
Breathing deeply like he'd just emerged from a pool of water he grabbed both my cheeks and pulled me forward. At the same time his calves closed around my head. As I sank into him I could feel his strong muscles pushing against me. His thighs pushing me back so I didn't go too deep into him. His lower legs almost crushing my skull.
I stood still but he didn't. I could feel his guts working to accommodate the intruder, his face was twisted in pain and concentration.
Then his legs relaxed and flexed again. His face went smooth and I felt his hips begin to move in a circular motion against me. Soon I was sliding deeper into him and he made a lot of noise as I did. I had let go of his horse like thighs and now they were splayed out like a porno actor's as he grabbed his own legs behind his knees and pulled them towards his body. I sank in to the hilt and it only occurred to me just at that moment that a bigger man can take a big dick more easily.
I began to fuck Sean for all I was worth. I pounded and pounded into his butt like it was the last piece of ass that I was ever going to get. He held the back of his knees and just grunted. His dick was hard and leaking onto his stomach. It excited me to see his own pre cum spilling onto him. I grabbed his left leg and pulled it down on my right side so that he was laying on his left side with his butt sticking out. I forced my knee between his legs as he lay on side with my cock still halfway up his ass.
I pushed forward with all my might. His entire body flexed and he let out a noise the like of which I've never heard before or since. I stopped cold, thinking I had hurt him.
"Oh fuck, do that again!" Sean urged me.
I must have hit his pleasure spot because his large body wriggled and he moaned like he was in ecstasy. I nailed him again and again as his hand worked his cock furiously. Sean wanted me to fuck him hard and deep. I loved it, I couldn't get enough of his ass. I reached for his cock, it was hard and strong but he pushed my hand away.
"Don't, you'll make me cum." He said.
If you've ever fucked a man who is bigger and stronger than you then you know exactly what I mean. I wrapped my arms around his wide back and fucked this man for all I worth. I kissed and licked his strong shoulders. To this day, anytime I hear the word 'erotic' I think of Sean.
When orgasm finally came I didn't want to accept it. It took me by force. I didn't want to ever relinquish that asshole. I clung and clutched to Sean's body like it was my only reason for living. I decided at that very moment that I would love him always.
As I unleashed my gushing torrent of sperm into him I felt as though somehow my psyche bonded with him. It was, without a doubt the best climax I've ever had. My body reacted violently. I gripped his strong shoulders and held him as my hips took on a life of their own, like a dog in heat, frantically pounding into round, hairy butt cheeks. I just couldn't seem to get enough of him. Sean's ass will forever be a sacred place to me. He is the standard to which I hold everyone else. I have yet to meet anyone who made me feel as I did that night.
When body finally relaxed and I was able to move again I rolled off him over onto the bed to face him.
"God you're beautiful," I told him. "I love you man."
"I know." He said pleasantly, quietly. "I could see it in your eyes even before tonight."
You see in homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. In heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling. I kissed him deeply and compassionately. He put his hand behind my neck and massaged it gently.
"I love you too my friend." Sean said sadly.
I wanted to cry, but I didn't. Somehow, by that admission I felt that I'd already lost him. I swallowed the lump in my throat just caressed his face. Then I hugged him tightly. As great as it is, that kind of emotion overloads my senses. It seems to cripple me mentally. I was utterly depressed.
I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. He wrapped his arm me and soon he was snoring loudly.
The next thing I knew the alarm was sounding and I had to get ready for work. Sean's flight was at noon and I made him promise not to leave before I came back. I just sat at my desk all morning and didn't do a fucking thing. Just stared out the window at the Japanese rain. Oddly enough, Japanese rain is just like American rain. Cloudy, dark and depressing.
I sneaked out of work and went back to the barracks. Sean was there waiting with his bags.
"Its about time to get over to the air terminal isn't it?" I asked.
"We've got a few minutes."
I didn't want to be all maudlin so I tried to remain upbeat. He got up from his seat and came over to me and hugged me close. Then he went down to the pay phone to call a taxi. He must have waited down there because when he finally got back he kissed me quickly and we took his bags down to the cab.
We didn't speak a word while we waited for his flight to be called. We just sat there silently, staring off into the distance. We'd exchanged home addresses and phone numbers and promised to keep in touch a while ago. I wanted to hold his hand but of course that was not possible.
Sean got up and started to walk away.
"Where you going?"
"To the bathroom."
I followed him a few seconds later. He was in there washing his hands. I dragged him forcefully into a stall and kissed him passionately. Then his flight was called. I just stood in the terminal and watched his plane take off. I never saw Sean again.
I walked back to work in the pouring rain. I did cry then. At first I wept quietly, then great gut wrenching sobs wracked my body. I couldn't help it.
I sobbed like a little kid whose favorite toy had just been taken away. I felt awful. As I said before, I don't wear that kind of emotion well at all. I was very mean and grumpy to everyone for weeks afterward.
I never called or wrote to Sean because I had nothing to say other than I loved him and I missed him. I think he already knew that.
My new roommate seemed like an alright guy, but I never paid enough attention and in any case was not there long enough to find out. I got orders to my new duty station and that was all I thought about until I left.
My orders indicated that I was to be assigned to a Naval Air station in northern California. Soon the pain of losing Sean was only a sore memory. I put it out of my mind altogether.
I spent about a month at home on leave. I thought several times of calling Sean but I didn't. Soon I was driving across the country to on my way to California.
Here's the weird thing, only a few months after getting to California my squadron went on deployment to a base in southern Arizona. The middle of nowhere on the Mexican border. I hated it because it was unbelievably hot and everywhere I looked I saw signs that said 'Peligro!' That's danger in Spanish.
Anyway, one night me and my new friends, one of which had been in Japan with me, went to a club in the town outside the base. It was the only club in town so it was packed.
Once inside I walked around looking for someone to dance with. I'm an excellent dancer. Even though it was a little hick town in the desert this was a pretty decent club. I stood near the dance floor and tried to look as cool as I could. The out of nowhere I heard my name being called. But it wasn't one of the guys I'd come here with.
"Corporal Brooks!" I heard.
I looked to my left and then to my right. I didn't see anyone I knew.
"Hey Corporal Brooks." I felt a hand on my back and I turned around to see who it was.
It was PFC Crass, now Lance Corporal Crass. I was stunned. We talked for a while like old friends do. He told me that he was divorced from his wife and that things had been going well for him. I was glad to hear it. He introduced me to his friends, some of them I already knew from Japan and others I already knew from previous duty stations that I'd been at.
I'm certain that I could have persuaded Crass to go to a motel with me that night. He followed me around the club like a little puppy. But I just didn't want to get all tangled up in that kind of thing again. Another missed opportunity.