My Marine Buddy
by Jon Hold
jonhold@earthlink.net
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WARNING: This story contains openly homosexual material of an adult nature and is NOT to be read by those who are underage or who object, for any reason, to such material.
Memorial Day 2002. I remember...
My Marine Buddy
by Jon Hold
jonhold@earthlink.net
Some years ago, too damn many years ago, I was a Navy Corpsman attached to the Marine Corps. That means that I was trained to handle medical problems while in the field with Marines. The Marines don't have their own medical branch, so the Navy supplies Corpsmen.
Straight out of Field Medical Service School, I was attached to the Marine Corps Raider Battalion, the tuff guys in a tough outfit. The badboys. The Raiders were organized a little differently than most Marine units. There was a Lieutenant in charge. He and a Sergeant and a clerk/runner formed the headquarters triad. Then were three squads led by Corporals. Each squad had nine guys organized in three triads, each lead by a Pfc except for the Corporals triad. Then there was a three man M-60 machine gun crew attached to the platoon from the heavy-weapons platoon. A gunner and two mules to carry the tripod and the extra ammo and spare gun barrel. They were controlled directly by the Sergeant. Thirty-three guys total. Sometimes we might have a mortar crew also, but not all the time.
And then there was me, the odd guy out. These guys had been hand picked out of the whole Marine Corps and had been training together for over four months, some of them for over a year. The Corpsman that started with them had been in a car wreck and wasn't going to be able to handle field duty any more, so I was sent as a replacement.
We had a major adjustment problem right from the beginning. They had really liked and trusted the previous Corpsman and I was seen as an intruder. On top of that, when they started playing their Mickey Mouse Marine Corps games, I wasn't playing. What they didn't know, and what I wasn't about to tell them was that my Dad had been a career Marine and I knew what game they were going to try next before they did. They found the situation very frustrating, especially when I kept winning.
The first day there I was assigned to First Squad as a supernumerary. What that meant was that I wasn't really part of the squad, but that I ate and slept with them and they were responsible for my security. First Squad's Corporal, a tall soft-spoken Georgia boy named Lance bitched about the assignment but Sgt. Humnes just told him to shut up. I was welcomed into the squad like a dose of clap. O' fribilous joy!
I got my shit and moved into the squad bay that morning. One of the guys, a light-weight bad-ass by the name of Morales, had to move out of the bottom bunk and didn't like it much, but the Corpsman always gets a bottom bunk because he might have to get up and move around while everyone else is trying to sleep. Morales didn't like it anyway, and let me know.
I stowed my shit and headed out to lunch. I'd missed breakfast, so I was pretty hungry. Robinson, the clerk/runner had mail call when I got back from lunch. The latest issue of Scientific American was in the mail for me, so I was pretty much a happy camper. I crapped out on my bunk and left the Navy, the Marine Corps, and bad attitudes behind for a while with my new magazine.
The rest of the platoon gathered at the other end of the barracks, having some sort of bullshit session. I figured they'd let me know if anything important came up. I was deep in the second article when the meeting broke up and the Marines started to casually filter back to their bunks. Entirely too damn casually. I kept my ears open for what was coming next.
I saw Sgt. Humnes coming down the aisle and knew that this was it, whatever the hell "it" was. I relaxed and continued to read my magazine.
"Hold, what the hell are you doing?" came Sgt. Humnes best "I'm going to chew your ass and your ass is mine and you'd better like it" voice.
I finished reading the paragraph I was reading and looked up over the top of the magazine. "I'm reading my magazine Sergeant."
"No shit Sherlock? And here I thought you were running the obstacle course! Now get your ass off that bunk and get with it. We're having an inspection tomorrow and you have to get your gear ready."
I carefully laid the magazine down on my chest. Like explaining to a retarded four year old, I patiently said, "Sergeant, in my locker you will find the requisite Marine Corps uniform, fresh from the base laundry. If you look further, you will also find a pair of dress shoes and the necessary brass, both polished to military specs. Now, if you are quite done..." and I picked up my magazine and continued to read.
Sgt. Humnes went fucking ballistic! Screaming like the famed raped Barbary Ape of Gibraltar. Resignedly, I laid my magazine down and listened to him attentively, hoping to hear something new in the way of invective. I can state categorically that the good Sergeant was a master of invective, as one would expect from a Marine Corps Sergeant, but not very inventive.
He finally wound down, out of sheer lack of oxygen if nothing else. In a clear, calm voice, I asked, "Sergeant?"
"What!" he roared.
"How long does it take you to bleed to death?" and with that, I picked up my magazine and faked reading it while waiting for him to decided whether or not he was going to jump me. Finally, I heard him walk away and was able to sort of relax and enjoy my magazine again. A while later a Marine wearing skivies (military boxer shorts) came out of the shower area where they had the ironing board set up and took my uniform out of my locker and headed back into the showers. A few minutes after that a couple of young Marines came over and got my shoes and brass and went back to their bunks.
After breakfast the next morning the Marines and I finished field daying the barracks and we all put on our best uniforms. Lance's triad, like the others, as checking each other over for loose threads or other minor imperfections. Lance looked over at me and said, "Oh, Shit!"
He and Morales and Anderson came over to were I was standing. "How in the hell can you put on a uniform like that Hold," the Corporal fumed. "Jeeze! You are fucking hopeless!"
The three of them went to work straightening seams, adjusting my shirt and waistband and generally squaring me away. I have to admit that I looked pretty sharp when they got done.
"Try to keep from fucking yourself up before the inspections over, Hold. Now let's get out there."
We all went outside and lined up on the pavement and, like all good military events, proceeded to wait. Something over an hour and a half later we were still waiting and it had gone from hot to scorching. I'd had enough of the petty bullshit, so I walked over and stood in the shade of the barracks. Thirty seconds later the Lieutenant joined me, wanting to know, in a large voice, just what the hell I thought I was doing?
In an equally loud voice I told the lieutenant that I thought it was stupid to stand in the hot sun and suffer while the inspecting party was probably enjoying a cool drink in the air-conditioned Officers Club.
The Lieutenant gave me a direct order to fall back into the formation.
"Yes Sir." I said, and as he turned to walk away, I continued. "Lieutenant! I am informing you that, as of..." I looked at my watch, "... 1124 hours, this day, I am refusing medical responsibility for the platoon. It is my considered medical opinion that the sun is too hot for the men to safely endure for this length of time, and I am so informing you of the fact. From this moment on, you are solely responsible for the medical condition of the platoon. In other words Lieutenant, if any of those men hit the deck, YOU will answer to the Battalion Surgeon and BuMed, not me."
I saluted the Lieutenant and marched over to my place in back of the formation. Less than five minutes later, the entire Battalion was standing at ease in the shade. We had lookouts posted and were back in inspection formation and ready for the inspectors when they finally showed up just after 1300.
That evening, Lance, Morales and Anderson were headed out of the barracks when Lance called out to me, "Hey Doc, you want to go hoist a brew with us?"
I smiled and called back, "Yeah, hang on a second." I grabbed my cover and followed them over to the club, feeling pretty good about myself. They had quit calling me by my last name and were calling me by the time-honored designation for Corpsmen, "Doc". I'd been accepted.
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Several weeks of pretty intense field training followed that Monday's inspection and I had to work my ass off trying to catch up. I'd thought I was in pretty good shape, and for a squid, I was. But those fucking Marines damn near killed me.
One evening we were hanging out in the barracks and bullshiting when Sgt. Humnes and me got kind of nose-to- nose. He wanted to know, straight up, if I was going to fit in and be part of the unit or if I was going to continue being a wild-card. Being a wild-card meant that I'd be a danger to the entire unit and they'd better find a replacement for me now. I thought it over, and answered as honestly as I could.
"Sergeant, when it comes to military stuff, I'll always defer to your judgement, or any other Marines for that matter. But when it comes to anything medical, anything at all, I'm the boss. El numero uno. I don't take shit from nobody on anything medical. If you can't handle that, or if it won't work that way, I'll go to the Colonel myself and ask for a transfer. It's your call Sarge. You tell me which way to go, and I'll do what you say.
Sgt. Humnes thought it over for a few minutes (he wasn't getting paid for original thinking) while the Marines sat waiting for his decision like a bunch of bottles of nitroglycerin sitting on a rickety shelf. The sergeant finally stood up and walked over to me and put his hand out. "I can live with that Doc. You take care of my men and I'll cover whatever trouble you get your ass into."
I stood up and shook his hand.
The next day was Friday and that afternoon we had a special class in hand-to-hand combat. The Marines formed up in their triads and started beating up on each other. I laid down in the shade of a concrete transformer building and read another new issue of "Scientific American" that had shown up in the mail.
About an hour latter the Captain showed up and saw me laying in the shade. He called over the Staff Sergeant that was doing the instructing and, pointing at me, said that he wanted everyone to learn hand-to-hand.
The Captain left and the SSgt. called me over to the class. Lance jumped up and asked to be my partner. The SSgt. said "OK' and Lance grinned like a land-shark about to teach a wise-ass a major lesson.
Maybe it's time to introduce our soft-spoken Georgia boy a bit better. Six foot, four inches, a hundred and eighty-five pounds of tight, stringy muscles that gave him unbelievable strength. Fast, and with enough attitude and training to make him seriously dangerous. His long lean body was hard and used to abuse and he was fixing to teach me a lesson he figured I needed to learn.
The SSgt. called for free exercise and Lance and I bowed in to each other. Lance started pretty easy but his punches seemed to miss and he never quite got a hold. He quickly escalated his actions to full blown attack, but nothing seemed to quite work anyway. Maybe I should have mentioned to someone that my father had started my Martial Arts training in Aikido when I was three years old and that I hadn't missed a class since. But then again, nobody'd actually asked me, had they?
He backed off and looked me over. Suddenly, he whipped out in 100% attack mode. I danced around him sideways and worked over the pressure points from his groin to his neck as he rose into the air. When I let go of him, he was still rising. He came down like 185 pounds of wet bricks and just laid there trembling, unable to move.
Morales and Anderson moved to protect him and the rest of the squad went into attack mode against me. I was moving for position to the side when SSgt. Small's voice barked out, "Freeze!" Nobody fucked with SSgt. Small. He motioned and all the Marines immediately moved off to the edges of the big mat and sat down. Everyone except Morales, Anderson, me, and of course, Lance. SSgt. Small told Morales and Anderson to back off and then he looked Lance over carefully. He was just laying there with his scared eyes wide open, unable to move. Then SSgt. Small turned to me.
"You just going to leave him like that or are you going to fix him?"
I moved over to Lance and knelt at this head. I reached under his neck with both hands and adjusted him. He immediately relaxed and passed out. I called out to Morales and Anderson to come over carry Lance into the shade and told them he'd be OK in a little while. They lugged him off and I turned and bowed to SSgt. Small. "I'm sorry I abused your mat like that Sensei, but he rushed me and I wasn't quite ready for him."
He invited me to the center of the mat and we sat seiza facing each other. We formally introduced ourselves to each other and he asked me if I wanted to teach the class. I respectfully declined and returned to my reading while he finished teaching the class.
We were done for the weekend when the class was over and I helped Morales and Anderson get Lance back to the barracks. Robinson was handing out weekend passes to everyone as they came into the barracks. We went inside and dumped Lance into his sack.
"What the fuck did you do to me out there?" he said, rubbing his sore neck.
"I taught you to never underestimate your enemy." I said.
Everybody laughed at that and Lance said, "I should have figured out something was screwy when I couldn't hit you."
Everybody laughed again and headed out to get ready for the weekend.
"You sore?" I asked.
"All over!" he moaned.
"Tell you what," I said. "I know a place in town with a Jacuzzi. Come to town with me and I'll have you fixed up in no time."
"Naw. Thanks anyway, but I just don't feel like hassling with one of those busses today."
"No problem! I've got my car in the parking lot and I can pull up right out front."
Anderson hooted, "You've got your own car here! Can we catch a ride to town with you?"
"I've got a station wagon." I said. "I'll tell you what. Twenty minutes. Front of the barracks. Anyone in the squad wants a ride to town's got it. Lance has shotgun."
Twenty minutes and thirty seconds later, me and nine Marines were headed for town. I dumped the guys on a corner in Oceanside and told them I'd be at the same corner at 1700 on Sunday if anyone wanted a ride back to the barracks. Lance and I headed for a motel I knew about.
I pulled into the parking lot of the motel and we walked into the office. The old man that ran the place looked up and saw our uniforms. "Sorry boys. I don't rent to young Marines." he said.
"Hi Mr. Prior. I know you don't, but I thought, since you knew my parents that it might be OK."
He put on his glasses and squinted at me. "Johnny? Johnny Hold? Is that you boy?"
"It's Jon now Mr. Prior, please. We're in training at the base and my buddy got hurt today. I was wondering if the cabin with the Jacuzzi was available."
"Sure is Johnny... I mean Jon. The people that reserved it just called and canceled a few minutes ago. You got enough money for this?"
"I think so Mr. Prior. I'll make it good to you if not."
"Did everyone get a week-end pass Jon?"
"Yes sir."
"You know what that means, don't you?
"Yes sir. We're headed overseas next week for sure."
Mr. Prior tossed a key on the counter. "Tell you what boys. You take the cabin this weekend as my gift to a couple of American boys and if your parents come visiting you tell them to stay with me, OK?"
"Thanks Mr. Prior. I'll make this up to you, I promise."
"You guys just have a good time, and don't bust up my cabin."
"Oh no sir. We'll be quiet and take care of everything."
"You're far enough away out there that noise doesn't matter, but thanks boys."
"Thanks Mr. Prior," we both said as we headed for the cabin.
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The cabin was set by itself in a garden out behind the rest of the motel. It looked like a log cabin with a big porch across the front on the outside, but the inside was as modern as could be. The main room had a VCR and TV, a big couch and a couple of stuffed chairs and a dining table. It also had a big fireplace and a really big double bed.
There was also a small kitchen already stocked with all sorts of food for the weekend and a big bathroom with a shower area and a Jacuzzi full of clean, hot water.
"This is so cool!" Lance said.
"We're going to live like Kings," I said.
We started stripping down and I checked out the bruises on Lances body. We walked into the tiled bathroom and I turned on the shower and put Lance under the hot water. I picked up the soap and started to wash his back.
"I'll tell you how it's going to be Lance. You're my patient now, and this is my hospital. So you do like you're told, and I won't have to hurt you again."
He laughed and said, "You keep making me feel this good, and I'll do whatever you say."
I finished soaping up his back and legs and put the English Leather soap back in the soap tray. I reached up and, starting at his neck, began to massage and wash him at the same time. The tight muscles of his neck and shoulders began to loosen and relax. He moaned deep in his chest and moved to the side, out of the shower spray and leaned his head and chest against the warm tile.
I slowly and carefully worked down his back, releasing all the knots and stiff places as I went. When I got down to his butt he pushed his hips back so I could clean deep in his crack, washing and massaging every bit of him. He just continued to moan deep in his throat, enjoying everything I did.
I got down on my knees to wash his legs, being careful to not rub all the hair that started just below his butt the wrong direction. I washed both his legs real carefully and then stood back up and moved him back under the shower spray so I could rinse him off. He put his arms across my shoulders to help hold himself up as I sluiced the soap off of him.
I moved him out of the shower spray again and leaned him with his back against the wall this time. I soaped his front up and put the soap back in the soap tray again. Starting at his neck again I washed and massaged up into his hairline and used my fingers to gently clean the perfectly shaped trumpets of his ears, taking special care to wash away the musk-smelling sebum from the scent glands behind his ears.
His eyes were closed and he was about half comatose as I worked on his strong shoulders and down under to clean out his armpits. Rolling and kneading the lanky muscles I worked my way down his right arm until I reached his hand where I paid special attention to his palm and each finger in turn. Kneading my way back up his arm and across his shoulders, I worked my way into his other armpit and down his left arm. As I was manipulating his left ring finger, I noticed that his big dick got about half an erection. He was so out of it that the only explanation is that it's true that the ring finger directly stimulates the sexual centers of the brain. I guess that's why we wear a ring there when we get married, to signify the enclosing of our sexuality.
I kneaded my way back up his arm and down onto his chest. I worked his pectorals and played with his titties until he had a smile on his face and was pushing his chest into my hands. His dick was hard when I started working my way down his abdomen, manipulating his muscles and guts to loosen him up.
My hands slid down into his groin on either side of his cock and balls. He spread his feet further apart to give me better access. I went back down on my knees and moved both hands to his right leg. My hands moved across his outer thigh and through his groin to strongly massage his big butt muscles, anal area and groin before beginning to work on the heavy muscles of his thighs. He responded to this with more moans and feathery streams of lube seeping from the terminus of his swollen penis.
I worked my way down the long, finely shaped leg, marveling in the masculine feel and smell of the fleshy pillar. The pressures of the past weeks, the fear of the unknown future and the heat of the steamy room combined to reinforce the feelings I was having. I had always admired the male body, marveling in its structure and function. Vastly pleased to be male and to enjoy the responses of my body to all sorts of contact. To touch and taste and smell. To pressure and innuendo. And here I was in this steam- filled room, kneeling subserviently before this all- American stud with his formidable erection waving over my head like a scepter.
My erection throbbed as I bent to my task and became totally involved in easing the fascinating musculature of its various aches and pains. I lifted his foot and placed it in my lap so I could work on his calf better. My manipulation of his calf muscles caused his foot to grind into my groin and my cock throbbed hotly as Lance put more pressure down on his foot. When his toes began to explore my dick and to pull at my pubic hair I thought I was going to cum. When his toes gripped my ballsac, I just hung onto his leg as the waves of pleasure swept over me. My hands crept between my thighs and carefully washed his foot as it slowly ground my dick into the floor tiles. Lance was so responsive to me that he never once hurt me, but just continually kept increasing my pleasure as I fucked between his sole and the slick tiles.
My hands took their time on the return trip up the long leg, giving great pleasure to both of us. When my hands reached his groin again my hands enveloped his hanging scrotum. What a marvelous feeling to be trusted, to be allowed free access to this most fragile symbol of manhood as his toes played with mine with equal freedom. His foot left my loins as he spread his legs and dropped his hips to give me complete access to his dangling gonads. This Marine stallion was giving me complete and free access to do a thorough and in depth physical exam of his generative organs.
Gently, gently but ever so thoroughly I traced every millimeter of the vas deferens from where it left the body cavity to coil down behind the loose walls of the scrotum to twist across the tops of the heavy testicles. Nice firm ovoids of fleshy perfection without bump, bleb or dimple marring their slick, sliding smoothness. Long crease of scrotum leading back to tender anus that puckered and unpuckered as it was probed and tested. Deep squatting sigh as long middle finger worked its way inward, searching for the third nut. Erect cock throbbing, dancing and weeping as finger tests firm prostrate and exits testing for incipient hemorrhoids or growths only to leave the velvet smooth perfection gasping at its loss.
My hands gentled his testicles back down to their most relaxed quintessence before taking his tense left leg in their grasp to knead and stroke the long hard working muscles to a softer, relaxed tension. Working round and round the tubular column leaving peace and loosened power in their wake. Lifting foot into my loins so it could share in meeting and making my acquaintance as I probed and relieved the tight calf muscles as toes probed and explored on their own. Foot washing joined by further testing and enjoyment of pressures and tensions.
Eager upward movements deepening psychic tension while relieving physical tension. Hands once again exploring and fondling testicles as, for the first time in my life, I carefully and completely visually examined another man's rampant penis. At least nine inches of thick and heavy meat jutted forth from the lean and hungry loins, covered by tight, flawless skin with long turgid veins leading forward under its translucent surface. The fine dark scar left by his circumcision marking a transition to much lighter colored skin that dipped to where the slightly oxygen-starved helmet capped the end of this mans shaft.
This knob captivated my attention, intriguing me with its complex curves and distributed masses. Functional design taken to its ultimate expression. The broad, smoothly blunt nose presenting a ball capable of opening and spreading any fleshy passage while the sharp upsweep to rigid corona promised to wedge open any channel so breached to accept the broad, straight shaft following behind in perfect order. The grove behind the corona threatened to be a working surface that could be used by an aware and alert stallion to lay sensory havoc to the invaded sheath. The groove swept down and forward only to roll up and join with tiny lips of the long meatus to guide the lubricating secretions from the inner recesses of his studly body down and back up the groove to provide constant and complete lubrication as the organ was used for its biological function.
He opened his eyelids to passionate slits. "Finish your examination Doc. Test my function all the way."
My mouth opened as his hips moved forward and I accepted his questing cockhead into my buccal cavity, driven by a need I didn't know I had, I accepted him. Gloried in him. The taste of him. The taste of his fluids, the smell of his body and organ and fluids. The feeling of his tumenscent organ in my mouth. So ideal. So right. My tongue exploring the broad surfaces and shapes of the cockhead that dripped its fluids directly onto my tongue. The feel of his flowing movements against my tongue and the ribbed roof of my mouth.
The feel of his strong hands grasping and taking control of my head as I submitted and tried to prepare myself for the onslaught that I knew was coming. The secure feeling of his powerful hands as his cockhead probed and tested my mouth. The strengthened grip as his loins moved forward driving his shaped cockhead through my glottis and deep into my throat until his pubic patch pressed into my face and his shaft throbbed in my throat as I gagged and snorted and flailed around on the impaling tube of earthly delight.
He held himself deep inside me until my reflexes calmed and I accepted his intrusion, my hands stroking and patting his hips to let him know that I was OK and that all was right. He withdrew and allowed me to breath before slowly working his way deep inside me again, carefully exploring and lubricating every bit of the passage he was using. He withdrew and allowed me to breath again before he began training me. Teaching me to take his fucking, to enjoy his thrusts and movements. To appreciate the feeling of a man taking his pleasure by creating pleasure. To accept, to want, to crave his penetration, the taste and smell of him. The feel of him as moved against me, inside of me, slamming his pubes into my face or gently, lightly probing with the sensitive ridge of his corona only to sink deeply within me, testing my depths and seeking completion. Long steady thrusts as his loins shivered and his cock swelled even larger as he pulled back into my mouth and emitted long, hot streams of thick, viscous fluid. Coating my mouth and tongue and teeth with his seed. Testicles drawn up against his pulsing shaft as he emptied his storehouse of sperm into my mouth. Sharing his wealth with me who sought every dollop of his sweet, rich tasting offering. Delighting in this rarest of treats, offered man to man.
His hands took my shoulders as he drained the final drops of his reservoir into my mouth and I guided his detumescing organ back down my throat so I could press my forehead into his fibrillating belly. Reluctantly, I allowed his spongy shaft to slide out of my throat and mouth as I stood to guide him under the shower and rinse the soap from his limp and unresisting body.
I half carried him over to the Jacuzzi, leaving the shower running for its warm steam, and eased him into the hot water, sitting behind him to keep his head from sliding under the surface and to slowly, gently continue my massage, beginning once again at his neck.
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Eventually, I slipped out of the hot tub and got a couple of the soft, beach-sized fluffy towels and laid them on the tile floor next to the Jacuzzi. I moved Lance face-down onto the towels and straddled his body, continuing my massage in a loving way, using my mouth and tongue as much as my hands. Exploring the shells of his ears with my tongue and snuffling and licking the heady masculine scent behind his ears. The wonderful smell of his hair. Kissing and nibbling at his neck as I massaged his shoulders and broad back. Kissing my way down his relaxed back to perform the most intimate act between two men. I kissed his ass. I gloried in the act of kissing his firm globes, licking and tasting of him. Feeling the soft, short hairs that lengthened as I probed into his crack. Kissing his anus caused such a strong reaction that I kissed him there again. He opened to me and I became inflamed at his reaction, kissing and licking and finally probing with my tongue to increase his pleasure. My deeply inserted tongue caused him to thrash around and wail in pleasure. When he approached orgasm, I lightly kissed his swollen anus and continued down his legs.
When I got to his ankles I rolled him over and bathed his feet with my tongue, licking and sucking his toes into my mouth, singly and in groups until his moans drew me upwards across his thighs to nurse like a babe with his testicles in my mouth. Sucking and tonguing the clashing orbs as they moved inside of their spit slick bag. Periodically I would travel up the hard shaft to plunge it deep down my throat for the sheer joy of knowing I could accept him like that and for the feeling the hard shaft caused inside of me.
I was licking his pubes and pulling at the hairs with my lips when he told me to go get him a drink of water. I softly laughed and told him to go get it himself, that I was busy.
He stood up and, taking me by the hand, lead me over to a straight-backed chair sitting in the sunlight next to the glass doors leading to the enclosed patio. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, his erection probing into my gut.
"Doc, you still haven't figured out the difference between when I'm in charge and when you're in charge. That can put all of us in danger and cause no end of problems, so I'm going to give you a lesson you won't forget."
With that he put one arm across my back and began spanking me with his hand. I was outraged and tried to get up. He just spanked me harder and demanded that I submit to his discipline. That he was in charge and that I would take his orders! I struggled only briefly and then submitted to his command. He was right. He had given me a direct order and I had been so involved in doing my own thing that I ignored him. If this was what it took to wake me up, well then, so be it.
The spanking moved from firm to hard as his anger and frustration with me found an outlet. I couldn't do anything except accept the plummeting because I understood why he was spanking me. That I had fucked up and that this was the only way to get past my intellectualism and teach me the basic survival lesson I had to learn.
His spanking heated up and my erection probed into his thigh just as hard as his was probing into my abdomen. He finally stopped spanking me and started to explain to me every mistake I'd made over the past weeks, and what I should have done instead of what I did do. His hand felt my burning asscheeks as he talked to me and his finger probed my hole and he entered me with his digit, fingerfucking me with one, and then two and finally three of his long fingers. Stopping every once in a while to spank me again to emphasize some especially important point.
After going through the entire litany, he let me get up and lead me back over to the towels and laid me down on my back. He got between my legs and laid down on top of me. My legs automatically lifted up and out and crossed over the small of his back. He rested on his elbows as his weight pressed down on me. He looked into my face and leaned down and licked the tears from my eyes.
"You really need this, don't you Doc?"
"Yes. Please, Lance. Please."
He shifted forward and his blind eye found the center of my anal pucker, spreading its heavy lube as the broad nose pressed into my flesh.
"Tell me what you want Doc." he demanded.
"Fuck me Lance. Put your hard cock inside of me and fuck me so that I'll never forget again."
He grunted and his cockhead ruptured my outer ring and entered my passage. My legs spread as my anus clamped down on the invader and I screamed at the pain of the invasion.
"What's the matter Doc," he asked, "all mouth and no action like usual?"
I thrust up at him and he thrust down into me but we could both tell that there was too much friction and that this just wasn't going to work without hurting both of us. He pulled his cockhead out of me and held my legs down as he swiveled around and plunged his hot cock down my throat. His mouth bit at me and slavered all over my butthole as he facefucked me. He pulled his dick out and swiveled around again, plunging into me with his slick cock past the first and second rings and deep into my gut until he ground his pubes into my butt.
We fought for dominance. Me proving that I could be just as much of a man underneath of him as he was on top of me plunging his cock into my greedy asshole. We fucked like animals that first time. Striving to outdo each other in our lust and masculine pride. I fucked him with my ass as hard as he was fucking me with his cock until he was forced to shoot his cum into me and admit defeat even as he dominated me with his cock up my burning asshole.
I forced him to spank me again until he put me face down on the floor and fucked my ass again long and hard until I admitted his physical dominance over me. Only then did he pour his seed into me as I so deeply craved.
We went in and sat on the couch together, watching television. He was constantly playing with my ass and finger fucking me unless he was actually fucking me, which he did three more times before we went to bed together. In between fucks I sucked on his dick and balls and kissed him while accepting his fingers into my body and his orders to bring him snacks and drinks. To suck his toes or lick his ass. I didn't feel like a slave or a servant or anything like that. This was two men being relaxed with each other and clearly recognizing who was in charge. Saturday afternoon I gave him a complete physical examination, including a deep rectal probe with my cock which he accepted because it was a medical exam and I was in charge.
When we finally went to bed Friday night, he put me on my back with a pillow under my butt and we shared the longest, most loving fuck of my life, two young, healthy and fit stallions doing everything in their power to please each other. When we finally came together he ejaculated so much fluid into me that it was leaking out around his impaling shaft. We fell asleep with him laying on my back with his once again erect dick stuck up my ass.
Waking in the morning was a simple process of him fucking me into a frenzy and then giving me a piss enema. That was the last time he pissed anywhere but inside of me for the rest of the weekend.
He spent the rest of the weekend fingering my ass and fucking me. I spent the rest of the weekend sucking his dick and getting fucked. We were both in heaven. Our last fuck ended only minutes before we had to pick up the rest of the team and get back to the base.
That week we went on board ship and headed for Vietnam, the first Marine unit to land, as a unit, in Vietnam. I sent Lance home in a body bag. He was nineteen years and two days old.
This is a true story except for changing the names and a few other things to protect the people involved, like me. I've only had one other homosexual experience since Lance, and I will always remember our weekend together as my most perfect sexual experience.
This story was written on Veteran's day, 1997 in memory of my Marine buddy. There are still those of us out here who grieve our losses. Please honor and respect our fallen comrades.
8 Sep 2000: ...and the living.
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