Sharing my Marine lover cajuncock
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Jim was a handsome, 23 year blond US Marine. He was also gay but deep in the closet at work. Since the headquarters of the Marines was near my townhouse I'd often seen them at the market or in one of those kinds of bars that always seem to spring up near military bases. The usual gang of women hung out there. A high school buddy knew that I needed a part-time job so hired me to open up at 5PM for the happy hour crowd at his bar. I'd arrive at 4PM to set up and clean the place. I figured that the small salary and tips for the week would give me a break from my boring life alone at home. I had inherited the house from an older cousin a year earlier. I worked in IT mostly from home so was able to get by, just.
The first thing that I learned was that the place was empty most afternoons. So I put a sign in the front window "Marines welcomed, free pool table and happy hour from 5PM to 7PM." This attracted groups of Marines and strangely some gay men. It didn't bother me. I'd stake out the pool table for an hour with $2 in quarters figuring I'd make that back in tips. If it was slow I had my laptop and a net connection to keep up with my regular job. Bobby, the owner, would come in at 8PM to take over anyway. When he arrived it was normally crowded with Marines and the other male clients. He didn't complain since I was raking in more money for the place.
One thing that I did notice was that the civilians often bought drinks for the Marines, mixed drinks. They also played pool with them a lot. Okay, young guys from out of town were not the smartest apples to fall from the tree. But hey, the money was good and what they did outside the bar was none of my business. If asked I knew nothing.
Then I met Jim one afternoon. He was alone, not with the usual Marine buddies. It was just after 5PM, I'd just opened so the place was empty. He ordered a 25 cent draft and asked when others might arrive to play some pool. I told him soon the place would start to fill up. So he sat ordering beers. About the third beer we started talking. He asked about my life, if I was married or had a girlfriend? I told him that I was pretty much a loner and spent a lot of my spare time renovating my house.
Well this went on for a few days. Each day his questions became more personal. Finally, I decided to drop the BS and asked him if he preferred men to women? He blushed and mumbled "I guess I do. I see a lot more guys daily in the barracks. But I dare not come on to them. I'd get my ass beat and not in a good way." I chuckled then whispered "I think you have a nice ass too. Shame you can't get a guy to show you how much pleasure it might be to .." I stopped as a few customers came in for the usual happy hour. I put out some snacks and served the incoming gang forgetting about the lonely Marine. Bobby showed up at 8PM and I cashed out.
I mixed a drink and went to the side table to count out my tips. I saw Jim staring at me. At first I thought that he was looking at the money, $8. Then I finished and nodded to him. He picked up his beer and walked over to join me. In a low voice he asked "Do you really think some guy would want me?" I laughed saying "He'd have to be blind not to want you." He looked at me with tears running down his face then asked "Would you want me, I mean do you really think that?" I looked at him deciding what to do. Finally, I said "Go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I'll take you home and show you that I really mean that."
While he was away I called in a pizza order and pulled a few beers from the cooler. Bobby looked at me puzzled. He'd been watching us and just nodded his head to go ahead and leave. We got home just as the pizza guy drove up. I paid for the pizza, handing it to Jim as I unlocked my door.
Once inside I put the pizza on to stay warm and turned to the Marine ordering him "Okay, get out of those clothes, I want to see what that Marine ass looks like." He smiled and stripped naked right there in the kitchen. His blond pubs almost floored me. He had manscaped them neatly. His thin cock hung loose over a pair of hairless balls. His Marine built body was a sight to behold. I resumed my command tone saying "Come here. kiss me, then get on your knees." He did as ordered confirming that he was trained to obey orders. He was then at the same level as my crotch. He looked up at me pleading for the next step. I nodded down at my crotch then said "Take it out and use it, Marine!" With speed and eagerness he had my pants to my feet and my hard cock deep into his warm mouth. I looked down to see that his cock was now hard. I knew that he was mine now. I whispered "Tell me what you want me to do. grunt." He looked up, dropping my erection from his mouth. With a pleading look he whimpered "I want you to fuck my Marine ass. I want you to make me hurt. I want men to love my hole. I want to please men, all men, sir."
I pulled him up, bending him over the sink. I grabbed the bottle of olive oil and poured some on my cock. I was about to pour some on his hole but stopped. I asked him "Can your Marine hole take pain, grunt?" He whined "Sir, Yes, Sir! This Marine was built for pain, Sir!" I put the bottle aside and immediately plowed my cock into the root. He whimpered but did not ask me to stop. Once more I plowed his ass and he just begged for more. Finally I took him to my bedroom for the full treatment. For twenty minutes I relentlessly plowed his tight hole before finally telling him that I was going to fill him with my cum. He just yelled out "Please Sir, make me a man, your man?" I shoved to the root as my cock pulsed over and over again filling him. I fell on his back breathless. When I pulled out he asked "Sir, may I ride your cock to reach my orgasm?" I whimpered yes.. He mounted my suddenly recharge pole and rode me until he shot a loan on my chest. His tight ass muscles managed to pull another load from my balls.
We lay on my bed for a bit when he said "Thank you, sir, for making me a man and making me please your weapon." I thought for a minute then asked him "Do you really want many men to use your man pussy? There are places here in the city where that can happen." He leaned up on an elbow saying "Oh Yes, sir. I want to make you proud of your Marine boy. Can you take me there?" I just replied "Tomorrow at noon time. Can you get off base then and meet me at the bar?" Eagerly he said "Yes, sir." I took him to a local sauna where he enjoyed many men.
So I began sharing my boy with many horny gay daddies. Each week we'd be invited to parties where I'd use his hole and then urge others to use him in front of the entire group. One weekend I took him to New York city to see the famous leather scene. It was then that I understood his true need. When Jim got out of the service a year later he moved to the city to delve into its dark underside. Occasionally, I'd get a phone call or email from him. He'd managed to get a few modeling jobs to support himself and had taken some college courses in business. He told me that he realized it was time to settle down and find a relationship. I wished him well. Some years later I read an obit for him in the local gay paper. The city's vile underbelly had caught up to him with its world of drugs. I shed a tear thinking of a life wasted.