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Tales from a Jock: Additional Training Part Three
Let's get some nonsense out of the way.
- Marines Don't Kiss
Bullshit. Straight men in general will not kiss people they do not acknowledge as their superior but if you dominate them or convince them you are in charge, they will kiss anyone and anything, just as Conner kissed me.
- Military Guys Don't Mess Around On base.
If you believe this you have never been so wrong before.
- All Marines Are Bottoms.
I don't know because in my life all straight men are bottoms, Marine or not.
Conner kissed me back, grinding on my lap like he was going into heat. I didn't have any real proof but I was guessing that Conner still had his boot camp hardon, which was that stretch of time from boot camp to your first leave that you really do not have a lot of time to fuck anyone. I had roomates in A school and C school, went to my ship and was in general berthing before I ever got leave. By the time I got home I was ready to fuck a goat if it was nearby. I ended up hooking up with a girl I knew in high school who was working at the local Ihop, two guys from online and who limped out of the motel room I had rented for the night. and a fuckbudy of mine from high school,
I don't think Conner had gotten his rocks off yet.
I had a hand around his throat as I held him in place, His dick was hard as a rock and the way he was grinding his ass back, he could feel mine. I broke the kiss and gnawed on his neck, "You like this?"
He nodded as he groaned from my mouth, the way this boy was acting I was now wondering if he ever had sex. The thought of a cherry Marine was too much for me, and I pushed him off my lap and to the floor. He turned around, looking at me, well at my cock, and I swear this kid was pushing too many buttons. I grabbed my base and pointed it down towards his mouth. I didn't say a word, I didn't break eye contact, I just held it there.
Unbidden he leaned forward slowly, it looked like he wasn't sure what he was doing. He kept staring into my eyes and opened his mouth and licked the tip of my cock,
"Fuck..." I hissed as I threw my head back.
That's another thing you should remember when fucking straight guys. You want to make sure their ego is kept down but you want to also give them praise when they service you. Most guys get off on being able to make a superior man feel good; it gives them a sense of pride and spurs them on without a word. Conner liked that he could make me groan because he stopped licking and just swallowed my cock completely.
Well, he tried.
He gagged a lot on it, and I put my hand on his head and pulled back, "It's ok..." I said softly, "You got it."
He was still looking up at me as leaned forward, taking my cock into his mouth. He wasn't experienced; that much was clear. Straight guys give pretty shitty blow jobs until you train them well. "Cover your teeth," I commanded, slapping the side of his head. His teeth vanished as he worked more of my shaft down his throat. He gagged again but this time he kept struggling, I smiled as I muttered, "A Marine never quits."
He moaned around my dick as he doubled down on my cock, with all the steam I hadn't noticed he was jerking himself off as he did. Our boy was into this, but how long would this last?
I could nut in his mouth, make him swallow my load on his knees, jerking his little cock as he looked at my superior rod. It was tempting but I wanted more than just a blow job.
I wanted that ass.
The danger was if I stopped him now he could come to his senses and chicken out when we get to the locker room. Right now the heat, the moment, the everything had made him sex drunk, and he was completely in it. But if I wanted to fuck him I was going to need lube and time; two things I didn't have at the moment. I could end up not finishing my blow job and not getting to fuck him if he freaked...but the only chance at that cherry ass was to gamble.
I grabbed his head and pulled him off my cock, "I have a room to myself, let's go somewhere safer."
Another risk, reminding him of the exact situation he was in.
He paused and looked at the door.
"Come on stud," I said with a smile, "I wanna take my time sucking your dick."
More bullshit, but I needed to keep him interested before common sense descended on him.
"Come on Conner, you afraid?"
That was it, his lips became a line and he stood up, "Come on."
We grabbed out towels and walked out. I followed him back to the locker room. This was better than I could have hoped. He wasn't just into it, he thought that he was in charge.
God, I love straight guys!