This story is true. I've written it for a friend of mine who loves Marines as much as I do and wanted to hear the story of the first one I ever had sex with. The places and the names of places are real. Only the name of the young Marine has been changed. I'll share the memory with you, but not him! He's still a very precious memory to me.
MY FIRST MARINE by RimPig 2000
It was the 1970's and Port Everglades in Fort Lauderdale was a lot busier with Navy ships than today. The Viet Nam war was still very hot and the threat from communist Cuba was part of the "cold war" which made people in South Florida nervous.
Of course, there is one wonderful thing on the island of Cuba - Guantanamo Naval Base. Home to hundreds of American Marines, Gitmo - as it is known - made Fort Lauderdale a very popular "liberty port" for Marines and Sailors. After being stuck on a few hundred acres of Cuban territory for months at a time, the servicemen came to Fort Lauderdale ready to "party"!
I was just beginning college in Broward Junior College (now called Broward Community College - "Junior" being considered a derogatory term) when I discovered the influx of Marines to my town. I never thought that I would ever have the chance to see real Marines, except at a Naval Recruiting Office, without going to San Diego. But thanks to the information imparted to me by a member of my freshman English class, himself a Marine Corps veteran now getting an education on the GI Bill, I discovered that the local newspaper had listings of all landings of Naval Ships at the port. And, I quickly learned from my friend which type of vessels would carry a contingent of Marines. And in which types of bars that Jarheads were likely to hang out in.
Did he realize the prurient nature of my interest? Well, since I had been sucking on his cock and ass for several months (despite his fairly active sex life with his girlfriend), I'm sure he knew EXACTLY what I was interested in. I guess he felt his brother Marines deserved to "share the wealth" of my rather hot mouth and talented tongue. Especially since he knew he couldn't possibly fulfill my voracious sex drive by himself!
There is a bar, very near the entrance to Port Everglades called Freddy's Anchor Bar. In those days, it was the typical sleazy "port bar" that attracted old and young sailors and Uncle Sam's Misguided Children - Jarheads! Today, it is owned by the original owner's son. It has doubled in size and now serves lunch and "happy hour" drinks to yuppies. But in those days, it was a dive. And conveniently located right next to a large adult bookstore' with private booths' - some of which were larger than the rooms at the local bathhouse! It was called Studio X and was my favorite hangout'.
I was too young to go into the bar, being only 18 and the drinking age was 21. And I was a young looking 18 who got carded almost every time I went into the adult bookstore who's age limit was 18. How I wanted to go over to the bar until I found out that if I hung around the back room' of the adult bookstore, many patrons of the bar would visit there as well. Drinking made them horny and diminished their inhibitions so that by the time they staggered into the bookstore's movie arcade', they were ready to get their cocks sucked - and they didn't much care who did it!
I had a great time most nights sucking the cocks of truckers who drove out of the port. I had the great pleasure of introducing many of these straight men to the added joy of having their asses eaten. I especially loved their reactions to this new, degenerate activity. I would get them to take off their pants in the locked booth while they sat on a bench watching movies which I had fed quarters into the boxes to run. Ostensibly this was so that I could lick their balls as well as suck on their horny cocks. Eventually I would start working my way down, past their balls, lifting up their legs as I went. Some of them actually helped by lifting their legs thinking, I'm sure that I was going to lick the back of their balls and that wonderful piece of skin between their ass and their balls.
Most of these truckers were fragrant with mansweat from working all day. The aroma of their asses was better than the real poppers you could still get in those days! As I licked lower, they seemed to be surprised by my actions, but basically seemed to trust me. I had been very good to their cocks and balls so far, I guess they wanted to see what else I could cum up with.
When I finally got to their asses, though, and took a deep lick of their smelly trench, I would purposely look up between their legs and watch their faces. The first reaction to cross their visages was often complete disgust at the idea of someone licking their smarmy butt. But once the incredible feeling hit their booze and testosterone fogged brains, a grin of face-stretching proportions usually followed. That and deep, masculine moans.
I particularly loved the "verbal" ones. The one's who would tell you in no uncertain terms what they liked and wanted.
"Yeah, faggot! Eat my fuckin' ass!", "Yeah, boy! Really lick my stinkin' butthole!" or even "You really like suckin' on a man's smelly ass, doncha faggot!"
Yes, I loved it!!! The smell and taste of those straight, virgin holes would push me over the edge and I would cum a load in my pants. Of course, that wouldn't stop anything. And, oftentimes, I could cum 3 times just eating his ass and cock before he ever got off.
But what I really wanted, what I dreamed of was to put my tongue up the smelly asshole of a genuine US Marine!
One Saturday night, I learned that there was a destroyer in Port with a contingent of young Marines, fresh off Gitmo and, I hoped, looking for someone to unload their cum-filled balls. I knew that some of them would be hanging out at Freddy's and I prayed that they would also want to visit Studio X and get their rocks off. You see, I knew something about that bar that the Marines probably didn't. It wasn't a place to pick up women - not for free, anyway. And most of the hookers who went there were not exactly what you would call "choice". Many of them had seen a better day - if they ever had one! - a long time ago. So which would they want, old cunt for a price or young cocksucker for free? I was betting on my chances.
But as I stood around and waited, I began to think that my estimation of my chances were a little overplayed. Oh, I had been busy. There were the usual contingent of hot truckers who I sucked and rimmed on a regular basis. Some of them were complimentary enough of my talents to actually cum looking especially for me! It was high praise from these "Knights of the Road" and, believe me, I worked hard to live up to their expectations.
But where the FUCK were the Marines?!?!
The bar was close to closing at 2am and not a single jarhead had visited the bookstore. I was just about to give up when the ultimate God of Marines walked into the backroom. He was young - probably no more than 22 but that was VERY mature to me! He had a high and tight' and was wearing his shore-leave khaki's. He had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His clothes showed that he was very well built. The sleeves of his shirt were almost too tight around his bulging biceps and he showed a basket that promised a large organ for me to "play".
He looked around at the booths, seeming at a loss of what to do. I decided that I would, as an old hand', be helpful to the confused jarhead.
"Each booth has all the movies in them that you see advertised in the case on that wall. You just put your quarters into the same numbered box as the movie and it shows on a little white screen on the back of he door." I said, not knowing where I even got the breath to make sentences!
"Well, you seem to know you're way around here. Got any recommendations as to what film is good?" his deep baritone rumbled at me and caused my already hard cock to begin leaking cock-snot like a faucet down my leg.
"Well, it depends on what you like. If you like just regular sex, number 6 is good. If you like it a little kinky - ass fucking and such, number 11 is very hot!" I said, thinking that maybe I had a future in movie reviewing! Or at least in reviewing them for horny Marines!
"I see they've got some queer films, too. I don't want to see any of those!" he sneered with just enough macho emphasis to let me know that this was going to be "one-way" sex only! That was OK with me. I just wanted to get my mouth and hands on him!
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. They put the coinboxes for the gay films on the other side of the booth. You can't make a mistake that way." Or accidentally get the films you REALLY want to see!
"Well, why don't you show me how this all works since you seem to know your way around pretty good." he said with a very sexy, boozy grin.
Oh, this Marine was HOT!!! He knew what he wanted and I was going to be given the privilege of giving it to him!
As we entered the booth, he had me go first and I noticed that he immediately locked the door.
"Don't want to be disturbed while I'm getting' off." he explained.
No problem for me! I certainly wasn't interested in sharing him with ANYBODY! I put some of my pocket full of quarters into the machine - enough to go through the movie. I picked the one with a girl sucking two guys cocks and taking them up her cunt and ass at the same time. I figured this would make him too hot to care about what I was doing to him.
The film started and we sat in the darkness of the booth while the soundless film ran. This was before video tape and the movies were all on 8 millimeter film. The woman was doing a very bad job of sucking on one of the guys's cock while the other was feeling up her pussy in preparation for fucking her.
I was suddenly very nervous. What if I'd misread all the signs? What if he didn't go for any "queer shit"? This was a male who was trained to kill with his bare hands! Had I gotten myself into a very dangerous situation because of my raging hormones?
I needn't have worried. He soon was rubbing the growing mound in his pants. And then with no urging from me at all, he stood up and started to undress.
"I don't want to fuck-up my uniform" he explained as he took off his shoes and pants and layed them neatly on the bench. His shirt followed next, leaving him in white t-shirt and briefs. The t-shirt quickly followed and he sat back down on the bench, now dressed in only his briefs and socks.
He started playing with his cock again which had grown considerably during his "strip-tease". I saw a wet-spot of pre-cum had already stained the white cotton and I began to stare at his cock without any pretense of watching the film.
"I could sure use some help with this fucker, little buddy!" he said quietly. That's all I needed to hear!!!
"I'd be glad to give you any help you want, Sir!" I said. I mean, what else do you call a Marine? Sir!
I got down on my knees and started rubbing his thick manmeat through the cotton material of his briefs. He moved his hand and put them both down at his sides, letting me have free reign of his crotch. He moved his crotch forward to the front on the bench, leaned back and spread his legs. I started smelling the crotch of his briefs, smelling sweat, piss and pre-cum. I then put my mouth over the mound of his hard cock and began to blow my hot breath onto the fabric. He moaned and shoved his crotch even further towards me.
I reached up and began to slide his briefs down his legs. He lifted his feet to help me get them off and I held them to my nose and took a deep whiff of them before putting them on the bench with his other clothes. He looked a me with a rather curious expression while I smelled the best parts of his underwear, but played with his cock while I did so - having given up watching the movie for the moment.
I went back down and began licking his large cock. It was beautiful! It was at least 8 inches long and it wasn't completely hard yet! It was thick and uncut. Uncut! My favorite!!! And as I nuzzled the wrinkled skin hanging off the large head, I smelled the unmistakable odor of my favorite snack - head cheese! I stuck my tongue deep in the folds of cock-skin and began to lick at the drooling head. His cock-snot was sweet and pungent to my taste. I pulled down on the loose skin and began to lick at the white cock-cheese under the large head.
He moaned again as I began to take his cock into my mouth, running my tongue around his sensitive head. I slowly allowed his cock to fill my mouth and tried to let it go down my throat. I moved a little to fast and gagged at first.
"Take it easy, little buddy! I know it's big. Don't choke yourself on it." I heard him say above me.
I looked up into his smiling blue eyes. I was lost! I would gladly die to take this young Marine god's cock down my throat as far as I could get it!
"Don't worry! I can handle it, just need to get used to it, is all." I said as I took a big hit of poppers and went back down on his steel hard cock. I worked my way down the shaft until the head was lodged deep in my throat and I had my nose buried in his sweaty, fragrant blonde pubic hair. I'd never gotten a cock that far down my throat before! Thank God for poppers and the way they relax your throat muscles!
"Hey, what's that stuff in the bottle, buddy?" my young warrior asked. He evidently had not had the joy of being introduced to poppers yet.
"It's poppers. It gives some guys headaches, but it makes your cock feel like it will blast through the ceiling! It gives you are real body rush! Wanna try it?"
"Sure thing, kid!" he answered and so I held the bottle up to his nose, holding one nostril closed while he took a deep whiff of the pungent odor.
I quickly went back down on his cock, swallowing it whole. He almost rose off the bench in the pleasure of the rush and my cocksucking!
"WOW!!! Goddamn Fuckin' Shit!!! That shit's incredible!!! And so is your hot mouth, little buddy!"
Alright! I've got a "verbal" one! Just what I like! Wait until I get to his tender, fragrant ass! He'd be screaming Greek incantations by then!
I handed him the bottle and let him be in charge of how high he wanted to go while I continued to work on his hard cock. It was getting harder by the second and I didn't want him getting off yet. In fact, I didn't want him to get off for hours!!! But I figured he wanted to get off sooner than that. So I began to put "Plan B" into action.
I moved down his crotch and began to lick his tight ballbag, which had drawn up close to the base of his cock. He didn't have much in the way of hair. I guessed that was from both his youth and his being a blonde. I licked and nibbled at his balls while he took more hits off the bottle of poppers and moaned deep in his throat.
I slowly worked my way down to the back of his balls and began licking his perninum (that area of skin between the balls and ass) slowly working my tongue towards his ass-crack. I could already smell the musk of his ass and it was driving me nuts! I didn't need the poppers - just the smell of his ass was getting me harder and harder in my pants.
Finally, I got tongue wedged into the crack of his butt and began aggressively licking and pushing, trying to get to his hole. I guess he finally figured out what I was after because suddenly he raised his legs and spread them, giving me complete access to that most secret part of a man's body!
I didn't waste any time. I made a lunge for his fragrant hole and began licking up and down his ass-trench. He was moaning up a storm and I could here him hitting the bottle of poppers with regularity. I began to lick around his asshole and finally locked my lips around it and began sucking on it. I inserted my tongue in his tight hole and he found his voice again.
"Fuckin' Shit!!! Goddamm, man!!! What the fuck are you doing to my ass??!!??"
I looked up for a moment. "Don't you like it?" I asked, afraid that I done something too kinky for him.
He answered by grabbing my head and pushing it back to his stinking butthole!
"You keep doin' that, buddy! You fuckin's suck on my ass! You like lickin' ass? Well, I'm gonna give you all the ass you can eat!!! Get that tongue workin' in there and really eat out my hole!!!"
I didn't need to be told what to do, but I loved hearing it anyway! I licked and sucked at his ass like a hungry fool. His butthole began to relax and I was able to get my tongue up in it and began to lick out the tart taste of his inner ass. He continued moaning and saying things I couldn't understand.
That is until he began to holler, "I'm gonna cum, man!"
I quickly moved up and buried his cock back in my throat. I had no intention of missing one tasty drop of this Marine's cum! He began to shoot. I thought I had sucked down some big loads from some of the horny truckers, but I was wrong!!! This was the grand-daddy of all loads. He just shot and shot and shot! I lost count of how many times his cock pulsed sending gobs of USMC jizz down my hungry, cocksucking throat. But by the time he was done, I'd already shot off in my pants without even touching myself!
I held his cock in my mouth as it softened, continuing to lick at the head and swallow the small, after-orgasm drops of cum that continued to pour from the head of his cock. He lay back against the wall of the booth almost as if he'd passed out from cumming so much and so long. I wanted his cock as long as I could keep it. It was warm and tasted of Marine!
But finally he gently pulled it from my mouth. I looked up, and he was smiling that lazy, sexy smile of his at me.
"You could really ruin a guy for women, you know that, buddy?" he said, laughing.
I smiled back sheepishly. "I wanted to do you really good. I've always wanted to have a Marine. You're my very first." I confessed.
"Well, you've got good taste, little buddy! Marines are the BEST!" he boasted with pride in the Corps.
I figured the encounter was over. At least I'd have the memory to jack-off to for a long time. But then I heard him say:
"You know, there ain't a Marine alive that can't get off more than once! How's about you and me find someplace a little more comfortable to continue this party?"
I couldn't believe my ears!!! He wanted MORE!!! And I was ready, willing and "gung-ho" to give him all he wanted!
To be continued....
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