DISCLAIMER: This is just a fantasy. It didn't happen to me or anyone I know. This is for all of you who like you're stories RAUNCHY. I have to admit, I like them that way myself. If you aren't allowed to read stories like this, then don't. Or, just tell whoever says you can't read it to "Fuck off!" and read it anyway!
No Marines were hurt in the production of this story, but several had complete changes of view towards certain activities with other males.
MY BROTHER'S MARINE BUDDY Part V by RimPig 2003
We didn't see Cal the rest of that day. He never even came down for dinner. I thought that maybe he would come and talk to Rick and me when we went up to bed but there was no light on under his door. I guessed he was asleep. Luckily, my room was two doors down on the other side of the hall from Cal's. The so-called 'guest room' that Rick had never slept in was next to mine and across from Cal's so there wasn't any chance of us waking him up no matter what we did.
As we walked into the room, Rick grabbed me from behind in his arms while kicking the door closed with his foot. He mouth was at my ear and I could feel his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
"I haven't had a shower in two days." he murmured, sliding his hands down the front of my body and groping my cock.
Oh, fuck! He really knew how to turn me on!
"Mmm! You ought to be nice and ripe by now - just the way I like you!" I said. "I haven't had one either."
"Mmm. I can tell. Your scent is strong and it's making me hungry!" he said.
"Not thirsty?" I chuckled, a deep throaty laugh.
"That, too!" he growled. "Now get naked!"
And with that, he let go of me and I quickly undressed so that I was standing there wearing nothing but a smile and a hardon. Rick was in exactly the same condition.
"Get down and lick my stinkin' balls, Pig!" he growled.
Oh! It was going to be one of THOSE nights! HOT DAMN!!! I loved it when Rick got raunchy and dominant! He could bring out the animal in me! And that animal was pure PIG! I know that anyone who didn't understand raunchy mansex would probably look on this kind of talk as almost abusive! But it was a game between us. We knew that it wasn't serious. What it did was allow a safe place for Rick and I to let out our raunchiest fantasies.
I quickly got down on my knees and shoved my nose in his groin. He wasn't kidding about his balls stinking! I could smell sweat, musk, stale piss and that intense smell of 'rut' that happened when a male was very turned on! It was a pure aphrodisiac to me! If somebody could bottle it, I swear they'd make a fucking fortune from gay men all over the world! I breathed deeply of his scent, filling my nose with the smell of my lover.
"Yeah, Pig! Smell my stinkin' balls! You like the stink of a man, don'tcha? You want to lick all that stink off my balls, Pig? You want to taste like my balls?" he growled.
"Oh! Fuck, yeah! I wanna suck all that stink off your balls! I wanna taste like your balls, smell like your balls!" I begged.
"Yeah, Pig? Well, then let's stink you up good!" he said.
And saying so, he grasped his thumb and forefinger around his balls, making them jut out. He then began rubbing his sweaty balls all over my face.
"Yeah! Let stink up the Pig! Let's make him smell like my fuckin' balls! You wanna smell like my fuckin' balls, Pig?" he asked, his raunchy talk turning me on so badly my cock was drooling cock- snot so that there was already a small puddle on the bedroom rug below me.
"Fuck, yeah! Make me smell like your balls!" I begged again.
He rubbed his balls all over my face and then leaned down and began sniffing me.
"Yeah. You smell like my balls. But that ain't nearly enough stink! We gotta get you really stinkin', Pig! You need to smell like my ass, too! You wanna smell like my ass stink, Pig!" he growled.
"Yes! Make me stink like your ass! Please!" I whimpered.
Oh fuck! I was going down into my deepest, raunchiest self and Rick was taking me there so easily! He knew exactly what to do to bring out the real Pig in me!
"Assume the position!" he ordered in his 'Marine Command' voice - a voice he only used when we played really dirty like this. A voice that went straight into the deepest, darkest recesses of my brain and down into my cock!
I immediately lay down on my back and waited. Rick stood over me, his back to me, his legs spread across my body, his feet planted next to my shoulders and his fisted hands on his hips, letting me look up at the magnificence of him! The broad, muscular back that tapered down to the ridiculously small waist and then flared out to those magnificent rounded buns which joined his thick, muscular legs. He turned slightly, looking down at me on the floor.
"You like what you see, Pig?" he asked.
"Oh, Fuck! I LOVE what I see!" I swore to him.
"Yeah? You want my stinkin' ass, Pig? You wanna smell my ass? You wanna smell like my ass?" he asked.
"Yes! I want to smell all your ass stink! I want to smell like your ass! Please let me smell your ass!" I groaned, my level of desire reaching levels I had hardly ever reached!
He didn't say another word. He just turned back around, put his hands on his knees and slowly began to squat down over my face. I watched as his ass-cheeks slowly slid apart as his ass descended towards my face, the trench between them becoming more visible with each movement lower and lower until I could begin to see the rosy pucker of his asshole. It was the most beautiful butt I had ever seen in my life! No matter how many times I saw it, it never ceased to all but take my breath away by it's beauty! The soft ring of reddish blond fur surrounding the hole, which I knew helped to hold the scent of his ass, was one of my favorite sights! Even when clean, there was still a faint whiff of his man-butt that could be found there.
His ass continued to descend until he was just inches above my nose. I could already smell the ripeness of his butt. The intense odor was sending me deeper and deeper into my raunchiest fantasies! Rick was playing me like Jasha Heifitz playing his Stradavarius violin! For just a moment, I wondered if Rick wouldn't make a better psychologist than I would!
"Yeah! Reach your nose up and smell my stinkin' ass, Pig!" he said, his voice low and husky with lust. "Just smell it! Don't lick it! I want that stink just on your face for now!"
As he ordered, I obeyed! I lifted my head slightly, allowing my nose to enter his ripe trench. Fuck! It was stink! I could smell his sweat, his ass juice, and his butt-cheese and funk - as well as more of that 'rut' odor coming from it! I loved it! I breathed deeply of the scent, inhaling as much as I could! I wanted to taste it so bad, but I didn't dare! I knew I would get to soon! Just then, I felt something warm and wet hit my chest and stomach.
"OH FUCK!" I exclaimed.
Rick had let a small burst of his piss out all over me as I snorted his butt-funk! Fuck! I loved when he did that! Pissed on me while I smelled and ate his asshole!
"Little taste of what's to come, Pig!" he chuckled low in his throat. "Gonna get you fuckin' wet tonight, Pig! You wanna be wet?"
"Oh, yes, please! I want to be wet! Please make me wet!" I begged.
"Later, Pig! Gotta stink you up good before we give you a shower!" he chuckled again.
I knew that this was turning Rick on all to hell as well. I also knew that eventually, sometime tonight, I would be called on to play the dominant role with him so that he could wallow in my mansmells like I was doing with his now. It was one of the things that I loved most about our relationship. We each could be dominant and submissive to each other and never feel degraded or having any loss of status whatever. We were equals. We were partners. We were a team. We gave each other what we needed. And we gave just as good as we got!
I continued to move my nose up and down his trench, breathing deeply of his stink. It was strongest over his butthole but the entire trench was wreaking of the most intense of all mansmells - ripe, male butt! His lush fur of asshair was tickling my nose and I rooted in it for all the funk that I knew they held. As I did so, I felt his ass move down further, pressing my head to the floor. Then Rick reached back and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling the further apart so that the trench and his hole were almost pushed completely out.
He then proceeded to move his ass in almost a sexy dance - rubbing his ripe crack and hole all over my face as his ass undulated back and forth. I knew that my face was now having his ass funk 'painted' on it and I would smell like the ass-pig that I am! My face would bear the smell of his ripe butt for him to enjoy as well!
"Yeah! Stink up the Pig! Make the Pig smell like the ass he loves to eat! Let everybody know that the Pig loves to suck my ass! My ass-sucking Pig! You'd like that, huh, Pig? You'd like everybody to smell my fuckin' ass stink on your face and know you are my ass-sucking Pig?!" he growled.
"Yes! Oh! Fuck, yeah! I'd love to wear your ass stink on my face! Let everybody smell your fuckin' ass stink on my face! I'd love to let everybody know I'm your ass-sucking Pig!" I moaned.
I recognized, somewhere at the edge of my consciousness that Rick was now intensifying his dominance. He was personalizing it. I wasn't just 'AN ass-sucking Pig' - I was HIS ass-sucking Pig! Hearing those words sent thrills through me! They made me feel not just totally raunchy but totally safe and secure! I belonged to him! I was safe with him. He knew that he, and he alone, was the object of my lust as well as my love and he took that position very seriously and personally! I could let go - just submit to his dominance. Allow him to control where my lust went so that I could just let go and experience the limits of my raunchy desires! It was freedom through dominance, a feeling so powerful that it is impossible to explain unless a male has experienced it. It is the beauty, the essence of male/male sexuality. The ability to shift from dominant to submissive and back again.
"Okay, time to feed the Pig! You want it, Pig? You wanna eat my ass?" Rick growled at me.
"Oh, yes! Please! I want to eat your ass! Please let me eat your ass!" I said.
"Yeah, I know you do! Go on, lick my butt! Taste me, taste my hole! Shove your tongue up my hole!" Rick said, his voice softer now, coaxing, leading - not ordering.
Now that his dominance had been established, he backed off from the heavier verbal domination. It was his way of telling me that, above all, he was still the man who loved me. He had no desire to degrade or dishonor me. What had gone before was what I wanted, what I needed to achieve a maximum of pleasure from what would happen from here on out. It had achieved it's purpose. I was now completely comfortable in my submissive role and was now relaxed enough to allow him to control things so that I could just experience the intense pleasure that was to come.
My tongue lashed out and I began licking his butt-trench, tasting the sweat, the ass juice, the musk of him. I loved licking his ass. I loved having the soft reddish-gold fur brushing against my tongue. I loved the taste of his ass, the tang of his musk as my tongue began to smooth out the wrinkled opening to his body. I loved the smoothness of the walls inside his ass as my tongue slid effortlessly inside. I once against marveled at the muscle control that Rick had over his ass! I was still working on learning how to loosen myself so that his tongue could do the same.
I don't know how long I worked on his butt. It was, to my mind, always a time when I was completely lost to any sense of time or place. There was nothing but the sight, the smell, the taste and the feel of his ass. No matter what, it was never long enough! I always groaned in disappointment when he lifted his ass from my face, even knowing that greater pleasures were yet to come.
He stood up, again allowing me the terrific view of the back of his body - his broad, muscular back, his sturdy, muscular legs and, above all, his beautiful ass! He then turned around and looked down at me. He stood there with his hard cock in his hand, gently stroking it - covering and uncovering the head of his cock with the foreskin. I groaned at the sudden whiff I had of smegma! Ahh! He did have a treat for me! He grinned down as he watched my face, my desires wantonly displayed.
"You want this?" he asked quietly. "You want my cock, my dirty, unwashed cock? Is that what you want, babe?"
"Yes, Rick! Please, I want it so bad! Gimme your cock!" I moaned.
"I'm gonna give it to you, babe. But you have to do something else first. You have to earn the treat that I've got for you under my hood." he said, his voice low and sexy.
"Anything, Rick! I'll do anything!" I assured him.
"I know you would, babe! Now, this is what I want you to do...I want you to wash my dirty, stinkin' balls. Wash them with your tongue until they're clean. Will you do that for me, babe?" he asked, his voice almost that of a father with his son. It was this voice that turned me on the most! Quiet, gentle, masculine!
"Yes, Rick! I'd love to clean your balls for you! Please let me!" I answered, suddenly realizing that my voice sounded more like a little boy than a man. Yeah! I was there! I was totally his!
Rick squatted down again, this time facing me, dangling his low hanging nut sack just above my face.
"Can you smell them? How do they smell, babe?" he asked softly, his eyes looking down into mine.
"Oh, fuck! Yeah! I can smell them!" I assured him. "They smell sweaty and ripe, Rick! They smell like a man's balls!"
"That's because they are, babe. They are a man's balls. But not just any man's balls, are they, babe?" he asked quietly.
"No." I said.
"Who's are they, babe? Who's man's balls are they?" he coaxed me.
I knew the right answer.
"They're my man's balls. Your balls, Rick." I told him.
"That's right, babe! And what do you want to do with these big, smelly balls? Huh, babe? What do you want to do with them?" he asked.
"I want to clean them with my tongue! I want to lick off all the sweat and piss and musk until they're clean." I said.
We got off on this verbal give-and-take with each other. It was almost like a ritual for us at times. We didn't do it all the time. Only on 'special occasions'. Times when we were both very horny or when we needed to be intensely with each other. The encounter today with my parents and Cal had set this up. Rick knew how upset I was about the whole situation - as was he. This was his very special and very effective way of draining all the emotional and psychological tension from me.
There were no more questions and answers now. Rick simply squatted lower and brought his ball- sack to my mouth. I began licking and sucking on his nuts, tasting the tangy sweat and musk and the salty dried piss I found there. The strong, raw scent of his groin now surrounded me. I loved that scent! I loved it because it was Rick's. I loved it because I loved making love to his body - almost as much as I loved making love to him.
I laved my tongue all over his sack, taking the skin between my teeth and chewing on it gently. Rick loved this and was moaning while I worked on him.
"Yeah! That's right, babe! Lick them balls! Chew on that bag! Fuck! That feels really good, babe! Yeah! You're earnin' your treat!" he said, smiling down at me.
Our eyes were locked together as I continued to lick and suck on his balls and his nut-sack. I worked my tongue over every surface until he pulled up and his balls no longer were in range of my licking tongue. I raised my head to recapture them, but he took his hand and gently held it down on the floor.
"That's enough, babe. You've earned your treat. You want it? You want what I have in my hood for you?' he asked, gently.
"Oh, yes! Please, Rick, I want it!" I said, grinning in my contentment to be servicing him this way.
He put his arms out and moved his legs so that now he was over my body in a push-up position, the head of his cock dangling right at my lips.
"There it is, babe. You know what to do." Rick said.
And I did!
I brought my hand up and gently pulled down on his cock so that it could enter my mouth. At the same time, I was sliding his foreskin back with my hand so I exposed his cockhead and the area under the flange of his cockhead - the place where all of his 'cheese' was waiting for me. As I skinned back his hood, the scent of smegma became very intense - that raw, totally masculine scent that I loved so much!
Then I saw it! All that creamy, whitish debris that I craved from him. I flicked out my tongue and touched it to the substance. The raunchy, ripe, pungent taste burst in my mouth like a hand- grenade going off! The fumes shot up into my nose and I was moaning in delight at the odor which assaulted my sinuses! The gamy flavor of his smegma, coupled with the musky odor of his crotch were sending my senses into overload. My cock was now bouncing on my abs, splattering the cock-snot already puddling there.
I soon had all of his smegma cleaned from under the hood of his cock and from the head. I opened my mouth farther and began to swallow his hard, thick cock but, instead, he pulled back, taking his cock out of reach.
"Don't, babe! I'll blow if you touch it anymore right now!" Rick groaned.
Rick was as turned on as I was. He again regained his feet and reached down his hand to me to pull me up off the floor.
"Get on the edge of the bed on your knees." Rick said quietly and I hurried to obey!
I knew what was coming so I quickly knelt on the edge of the bed, spreading my knees as far as I could and, in doing so, opened the crack of my ass as much as possible. I knew that this was Rick's favorite position to eat my ass. He would kneel beside the bed and it put his face in a very comfortable position to lick and suck at my hole.
I heard Rick kneel behind me and his hands went to my ass cheeks, spreading them farther. The next thing I heard were deep, strong breaths and a slightly chilling breeze blowing gently across my ass-pucker. Rick was taking very deep breaths of my ass scent. I knew that my lover was, in many ways, as much of an ass-pig as I was. He loved to eat and suck my ass. He loved to fuck my ass and then he loved to eat his load from my ass afterwards.
I felt the wet, raspiness of his tongue as it slid slowly up my crack, from the back of my balls to the base of my spine. Shivers went through my body at the touch of his tongue to the tender, sensitive inner recesses of my butt-trench. Then his tongue began to circle my hungry hole. I moaned at this and began pushing out with my ass muscles to loosen them for what I knew would be the eventual entry by his very talented tongue.
Rick had the have the longest tongue on any man I've ever known! He almost literally could tickle my tonsils with it when he deeply tongue kissed me. Up my ass, he could actually reach my joy button - my prostate - sending me into paroxysms of sexual frenzy! In fact, one night he'd literally tongue fucked my butt until I came without using my hands! Just by the flicking of his tongue against my prostate! Unfortunately, his tongue was so exhausted by this, and his jaw so out of alignment that he was almost unable to talk for two days - suffering from both muscle exhaustion in his tongue and TMJ in his jaws! His cheeks puffed out like he had mumps and for a while we were afraid that he did have them! But hot and cold packs applied to his jaws finally brought down the swelling and we vowed not to do that anymore! He could tongue fuck me prior to fucking me - but no more trying for 'world records' in ass-eating!
I felt his talented licker pushing against the opening to my ass and pushed out harder as it slowly slid up into my anal cavity. I groaned at the feeling! I love being fucked, either by Rick's tongue, fingers or cock! And Rick is a masterful fucker with all three! I think it comes from him being so anally oriented, as I am. I love his cock - especially pounding the fuck out of my hungry hole - but, truth be known (and Rick knows!) I would rather be licking and sucking at his ass or fucking his deep, hot, wet hole than anything else in the world!
As Rick's oral fucker worked its way in and out of my hole, I began to relax, allowing it to go deeper and deeper and to slide in and out with greater ease. In the four months or so that Rick and I had been living together, he had worked on helping make my hole more responsive and to gain greater muscle control. I'm getting better but I still couldn't just open up and take his very thick cock without some preparation. His tongue was driving me crazy! I needed to have my hole filled with his cock! I needed to have my hole pounded until I couldn't walk! I needed him to take me hard and soon!
"Please, Rick! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Pound the fuck outa my butt! Please!" I begged, my voice taking on the whining tone of my childhood.
I heard a deep chuckle behind me. Oh, he knew me! He knew how to get to me!
"Just waitin' for your to ask, babe." he chuckled.
I heard him get up off his knees and then I heard him spit on his hand. I knew he was lubing up that mighty weapon of his prior to sending it up my all but insatiable ass-tunnel. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my wet hole and I again pushed out with all my might as with one quick, strong thrust of his muscular hips, Rick sent almost half his cock deep inside me! I moaned at the intrusion! There was pain mixed with such exquisite pleasure!
"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Shove it in my shithole! Fuck me in the ass!" I groaned.
There was steady pressure now as Rick pushed forward slowly, parting the tender, wet tissues of my ass with his rammer. Slowly, steadily, inevitably, his cock moved deeper and deeper in my chute until I felt those pubic hairs of reddish-gold tickling the outer lips of my famished ass! I swear, there are times that I believe that if I could keep Rick's cock in my ass 24/7 it wouldn't be enough!
Once he bottomed out in me, Rick stopped completely, letting the muscles of my ass tunnel relax and again become used to him being inside me. Because this happened quite regularly, my ass- muscles were becoming more and more used to Rick's cock being inside me and relaxed much quicker each time. I could feel them relax and open completely and braced myself for the fucking I knew was coming.
But it didn't come! Instead, Rick just stood there, his boner soaking in my wet butt. I couldn't understand what was going on! Why wasn't he fucking me! I needed it so bad! Then I felt it! A warm fullness in my bowels, growing bigger and bigger with each passing second! Rick was pissing in my ass! Oh! How I loved when he did this! It wasn't often but it was the most incredible feeling in the world when he did it because he would then fuck my ass filled with his own piss!
"Ahh! Fuck, yeah! Piss in my ass! Fill me up! Shoot all that nasty piss in my ass and fuck me!" I groaned.
"Yeah! Pissin' in your butt! Hot piss in your hot hole! I figured your hole was so hungry, maybe it was thirsty, too! Take that piss! Take all my manjuice! Fuck!" Rick groaned behind me.
As I noted previously, Rick was the only other male I knew, besides myself, who could piss through a hardon. It amazed me when I found out that other guys couldn't do it. In fact, it was how I got to have the star quarterback of the football team my senior year. I went to the bathroom before class started one morning (I usually got to school early to study) and he was standing at the urinal, pissing. I was quite fascinated with his thick cock and the strong, fat stream of piss that was coming out of it. I immediately started thinking how much I'd love to drink that flow and have it going all over me. My cock, of course, reacting to my thoughts, got rock hard almost instantly. I just stood there looking at the massive meat on our quarterback and pissing through my hard cock into the urinal.
I should mention that the quarterback, Brian by name, was one of those guys who's so proud of their dicks that he opened his jeans completely and shoved them and his jock-strap down to his upper thighs to take a piss, giving anyone ample opportunity to view his pride and joy! And, it was a beauty to behold! Thick and hanging about four inches long when soft over a pair of very large balls even for a boy of 18! Brian also evidently like looking at guys as well - at least when they were looking at his cock - because, he stood there pissing, leaning back and not holding his delicious looking man-meat but putting his hands on his hips, so that I could get a better look. All of a sudden, he suddenly stopped pissing - disappointing me greatly! If I can't drink it, I at least love to watch a guy take a piss!
"Fuck, man! How the fuck to do you do that?!" he exclaimed.
"Do what?"I asked, not quite understanding what he was asking me.
"Piss through a boner that way?! I ain't never seen a dude do that before! I didn't think it was possible!" he exclaimed.
"Been doing it all my life. I don't know how, I just do it." I said casually.
"Fuck, dude! That's really cool!" he grinned.
"Thanks, I guess." I said.
I noticed he hadn't started pissing again nor had he pulled up his pants and put his cock away. Instead his cock was growing, getting longer and thicker with each beat of his heart. I couldn't take my eyes from it! I was practically drooling! I finally looked up from his cock and found his eyes locked on mine! He knew that I was looking at his hardon and there was probably no mistaking the hunger in my stare! Busted! But Brian didn't seem at all disgusted by my interest. In fact, Brian's grin just got broader.
"You like what you see?" he asked, a huskiness, which I knew was horniness, in his voice.
"Very much! Looks delicious!" I said.
What was the use in being coy? Brian obviously knew what I wanted - or, at least part of what I wanted. He couldn't know I wanted the rest of his piss that he hadn't released.
"So it is true, what they say about you!" he chuckled.
"Yep! Queer as a three dollar bill! Love to suck guys' cocks! It's all true. But there's something else they say as well." I said.
"What's that?" Brian asked.
"That I'm a damned good cocksucker!" I grinned.
He broke out laughing!
"I like you! You've got guts, dude! So? You wanna suck my cock?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" I smiled.
"So where you wanna do it? Right here?" he asked, almost panting in horniness.
"Right here would be fine but somebody might come in and I don't think you want any of your jock buddies seeing you getting a blow job from another guy." I said.
"Fuck! Some of them have already swung on my cock - more than once!" Brian laughed again.
"Okay with me!" I said and immediately went to my knees in front of him.
Brian must have walked to school that day because, even though I detected the scent of soap in his groin from his morning shower, there was also sweat and musk already built up and, of course, that randy scent of 'rut' that every horny male gets. While not as raunchy as I would like, the smell of teen-male jock is a close second in my affections!
I decided that I needed to get this done quickly - both because of Brian's obvious horniness but also because, despite what he said, I didn't want to get caught blowing the quarterback in the boys' bathroom and get my ass kicked out of school! I opened my mouth and quickly gobbled down his thick seven inches to his nice, blond pubic hair. Brian was a natural blond but with green eyes. He was, at that time, about six foot tall and I would estimate he weighed in the neighborhood of 190. A nice neighborhood - especially when most of that weight was muscles! Before my eyes was a beautiful six-pack, tensed and bulging as his cock felt itself enter my throat and he groaned.
He grabbed hold of my head and began fucking my face. I love this! I just have to be a 'mouth pussy' for a guy and he does all the work! As Brian pumped his thick meat into my face, I licked the underside of his cock and used my one hand to play with his balls.
"Yeah, dude! Fuckin' your face! Fuck! You've got a hot mouth! Yeah! That's it! Play with my fuckin' balls while I shove this fuckin' cock down your throat!"
And he was verbal in his enjoyment! My kinda guy!
"Oh, yeah, cocksucker! Gonna blow! Gonna shoot my nut! You want it, cocksucker? You wanna eat my scum?!" he groaned as his hips flew fast and harder, slamming his cock in and out of my eager, cocksucking mouth and throat.
"That's it, cocksucker! Get ready! I'm gonna nut! Take it! Take my fuckin' load!" he screamed out as my mouth began to fill with his sweet, warm teen cum!
I pulled back slightly so that I could taste his load of jism, allowing it to coat my mouth before swallowing. He shot a very healthy load but I was equal to the task! Not a drop escaped me and I was soon feeling that wonderful feeling of having cum in my belly! His cock finally became too sensitive and he pulled it from my still sucking mouth. He looked down at me and grinned.
"Damn, dude! That was awesome! You are the best cocksucker that's ever swung on my cock!" he said, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Could you do me a favor?" I asked, looking up at him, still on my knees and slowly stroking my hard cock.
He looked at me suspiciously.
"Dude, I don't go that way." he said.
"No! Not that! I don't expect you to do me! But don't you need to finish pissing. You kinda stopped in the middle." I said.
I figured, in for a penny - in for a pound! What could it hurt to ask him? He just might go for it!
"Well...yeah, I do. So what?" he asked, still suspicious of my intentions.
"I want to drink it." I said and watched the stunned reaction on his face.
"You want to what?!" he exclaimed.
"I love to drink piss. I want to drink yours - if you'll let me. It will get me off." I explained.
"Fuck, dude! Ain't you one kinky motherfucker! Ain't nobody ever wanted to do THAT before!" he said, but I could see he was starting to like the idea. "You sure about this, dude?"
"Fuck, yeah! I love it! Just put your cock in my mouth and let me drink all that piss you've got!" I promised.
"Okay, dude. Why the fuck not!" he said and again placed his cock in my open mouth.
I closed my mouth around it but did nothing else. As this was his first time, he was probably going to have difficulty getting his flow started. But I counted on a male's natural physical reaction to cumming, making him need to piss. Brian stood there for a short time, but couldn't seem to get it going.
"I need some help here." he said, turning slightly and pulling the handle of the urinal he'd been using several times.
The rush of the water in the porcelain fixture seemed to do the trick, for in about ten seconds, his hot, salty piss was flooding my mouth! Fuck! I'd never met a guy who pissed as hard and had as thick a stream of piss as Brian! Not even Rick lived up to it, but he came the closest I've ever experienced. In fact, I was in fear of drowning for a second! Luckily, I just relaxed and began swallowing as fast as I could and I was able to keep up with his torrential flood - but just barely. My hand must have been a blur, as I stroked my cock, cumming as I swallowed the last of his gushing piss! All in all, it was one of the most exciting encounters I've ever had before meeting Rick. And, it did happen again, several times. I'd find Brian waiting for me outside of school when I arrived in the morning. He grin at me and say, "Gotta take a piss, dude!" and then just turn and walk into the school and I would follow him right into the same boys room. How we didn't get caught, I don't know! He'd feed me his hot piss and then his hot jock-cum - or the other way around. It just depended on which was more pressing - his horniness or his need to piss! Each time though, he'd want to watch me piss through my hard cock. He always got off on that.
This memory of that encounter came while Rick was pissing in my butt because I began wondering what Brian's hard, thick flow of piss would have felt like in my guts? I was fully bloated now by Rick's piss. Some of it was leaking out of my butt around his cock and dribbling down my balls! I loved the feeling of his hot piss on my nuts!
"That's it! You've got it all!" Rick announced, pride in his voice for this accomplishment!
"Now, fuck me! Please fuck me!" I begged.
"Shit! I fill your fuckin' hungry butt with piss and you still want more!" Rick chuckled but he started moving his man-meat in and out of my piss-filled ass!
The piss was flowing out of me as Rick began to really pound my hole. His hands were on my hips pulling me back into him hard as he slammed his cock in and out of my piss-filled shithole! I was loving every second of it!
"Yeah! That's it! Fuck my ass! Slam that cock in my butt! Fuck my shithole until I can't stand! Come on! Harder! Fuck that hole!" I groaned.
I just can't keep quiet while being fucked! Luckily, Rick loves when I don't! He says it makes him even hornier listening to me babble mindless raunchy obscenities while he fucks me. Of course, being very verbal during sex as well, is one of the things I love most about when we pleasure each other.
I could tell from the jackhammer rhythm that Rick was maintaining in pummeling my butt that it wouldn't be long before he would cum. That was fine with me because my cock had been hard since the start of this and I knew from the tightening of my balls that I was going to cum as well! Either just before, at the same time, or just after he did. I hoped it was just before because I knew that the tightening of my shit-chute around his cock as I came always set Rick off! And the feeling of him pounding my spasming chute while he came with me always intensified my orgasm!
Rick was grunting now, pounding my hole even harder and faster and the tingle in my balls and my cock told me that I was about to blow! And without ever touching it!
"FUCK! AHH! FUCK!!! FUCK MY ASS!!! I'M CUMMIIN'!" I screamed out as blast after blast of my cum painted the cover of the piss soaked bed cover below me.
"YEAH! GET IT! GET YOUR NUT! HERE I CUM! FUCKIN' YOUR ASS! FUCKIN' YOU IN MY PISS! YEAH! CUMMIN'!!!" Rick screamed out not five seconds after me.
I could feel his cock pounding my shithole and spasming as he dumped a huge load of cum in my guts. Rick shot big loads! Not that I got to see them very often as they were usually going down my throat or in my ass. But, every once in a while, Rick gets a wild hair up his ass and wants to cum on my face. That's when I get to see the massive jets of hot, white cum as they shoot out of his piss-slit. I love it because when he's done, Rick takes his fingers and slowly feeds his load to me as I hungrily suck his fingers.
Rick, without taking his still bloated cock from my ass, pushed me forward and got onto the bed with me. He pushed me down onto my stomach and lay on top of me with his cock still buried in my butt. We lay there, coming down from the high that our raunchy love-making had given us. We lay there, basking in the after-glow as Rick slowly and sensuously licked and nibbled at my shoulders and the back of my neck. His cock finally softened and slid from my hole. I tightened down, trying to keep as much of his piss and cum inside me as I could. I figured, correctly, that Rick was going to want it.
It took a while, but finally Rick started sliding down my body until his face was buried in my butt- crack. I spread my legs and raised my hips to give him better access as his lips locked around my hole and his tongue began scooping out his cum from my butt. At the same time, his mouth was sucking hard on my hole and I felt my guts relax and give up whatever was left of Rick's piss. When he'd had his fill, he moved back up the bed beside me. I turned to face him and our mouths met in a passionate, raunchy kiss as I shared with him a mouthful of his cum and piss!
When we had managed to drink down this raunchy 'cocktail' and our tongues had sufficiently cleaned out each other's mouths of any remnant of piss and cum, we lay together, me snuggled in his arms. This, to be honest, was what I loved best. Feeling surrounded by Rick's strong, muscular arms, resting against his strong, muscular body and feeling more safe and loved than ever in my life!
"What do you think is going to happen?" Rick finally said.
"About what?" I asked.
"Cal, of course." Rick said.
"To be completely honest with you, I don't give a fuck." I said, somewhat angry that Rick had destroyed the mood by bringing up my neo-Nazi brother!
"I know you hate him, but he's been a good friend to me." Rick said.
"Well, that will stop, now that he knows you're a 'fag'." I told him.
"But he's known that." Rick said.
"Yeah, he does now." I said, not catching what Rick had said.
"He's always known." Rick said quietly.
I raised up and looked him in the face.
"He did? How?!" I asked.
Rick hesitated. It seemed there was something that he wanted to tell me, but wasn't sure how I'd take it.
"Come on, out with it. What do you mean 'he's always known'? How did he know?" I asked.
"Because we had sex." Rick finally said, quietly.
"You WHAT?!" I practically screamed.
My lover and my hated, fag-hating brother had sex?! The whole world tilted again for me!
"We had sex. A number of times. Always when he was drunk and horny. I blew him the first time and before it was over, he was eating my cock as well. Later, he fucked me. He liked that a lot!" Rick said.
"Oh, my fucking God! My fucking queer hating brother is a FAG!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, I think he is. The trouble is, he doesn't think that he is or, at least, he can't accept the it. Like I said, he had to get drunk to do it. I wasn't his first experience, by the way." Rick said.
"How do you know that?" I asked, fascinated now in these revelations!
"He told me. You now how guys are. Get them off really good and they start talking afterwards. He told me about some of his buddies on the football team that used to suck his cock. He fucked one of them and he even sucked a couple of them off while they were blowing him." Rick said.
"Well, I'll be fucked!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, you just were. And pretty well, if I do say so myself." Rick said, smiling at me.
"Very well! Fucking amazing fuck, if you want to know!" I smiled back, feeling the soreness of my hole from his wonderful cock.
"Thank you! All compliments appreciated!" he grinned.
"Fuck! It must be tearing him up inside, seeing you and me together!" I said, not being able to let go of the image of my fag-hating brother sucking on another guy's cock and fucking his ass!
"Yeah. I think it is. If I could just get him alone and talk to him, I think it would help." Rick said.
"Well, maybe we can try tomorrow." I said.
"We?" he asked.
"Okay. I'll admit it. He's my brother. I hate what he is and I hate what he's done to me all my life but, it's like I said, I just can't bring myself to hate him. You made that change in me. I couldn't hold on to my hatred of him and love you. It wasn't a hard choice of what to get rid of." I admitted.
"Yeah, that might work after all. We'll just have to see." Rick said.
"Yeah. We'll have to see." I said, laying back down and snuggling next to my lover.
Rick reached over and turned off the light and we were both soon lost to sleep.
The End of Part V of MY BROTHER'S MARINE BUDDY
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