A Few Good Men

A Few Good Men 13: Aftermath

Note: The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 12, is an accounting of my stint in the USMC. Another story, Nailed Part 1, precedes the series. It's in Nifty's Athletic section. They all contain sex between men. Duh. If don't want to read graphic details of sex between consenting adult men or if you're underage or if this is not allowed/illegal where you live, then don't read it. You've been warned.

I've had a few recurring questions about this series, so I'll try to clear up what most guys have asked about. As I said, the A Few Good Men series is largely true. Yah, so most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent and/or closeted. These stories are the best memories I have of being one of Uncle Sam's finest. They took place in the very early 80s when I was in the USMC. Back then we really didn't practice safe sex because it was the very beginning of the health crisis and safe sex with condoms didn't really come into play until like the mid 80s. I guess I'm lucky. I fucked around with lots of mostly military guys back then and, luckily, am still negative all these years later.

I hope you enjoy the series. There's lots more memories to write about. I just need the time to do it. I'd love to hear from you with your comments. Please don't copy any part of this. I reserve all rights to this and all the chapters in the A Few Good Men series.

The morning after that night that I sneaked into Kozinski's bedroom and fucked with him was a little weird. I awoke first and the reality of the situation hit me full on when I opened my eyes. If, by any chance, I had a lapse in memory of what went on between us the night before, my fast asleep straight roommate wrapped around my backside would have been my first clue. His breathing was deep and steady. The front of me was caked with dried cum, a tell-tale sign of what had been. Though his cock wasn't hard, it felt sticky where it rested on my butt. And my butt! It was very slick with the leavings of the two fucks of the night before. Not only did I have a buttload of Ski's seed in me, but it felt like my entire butt was slippery with lube and fuck. I figured that if I sat up I'd slide right off the bed!

I'd sure let my dick do my thinking the night before and I lay there wondering to what degree Ski would feel the same. I'd just gotten so fucking horny that I threw all caution to the wind and risked my life and limb by putting the make on him. He'd come home full of beer and I'd gotten him all hot and bothered by waking him up with a blow job. He bit the bait and threw me a couple mean fucks with that 12" cock of his. My only excuse was being a horny gay guy that hadn't been with a man in nine weeks. He, on the other hand, had quite a bit to drink and might not like what he remembered when he finally woke up. Straight guys tend to be that way. I wasn't horribly worried because I knew that he was no stranger around a man's ass. After all, he'd fucked me that one time when he'd busted Armando and I fucking. Armando! Fuck! What had I done? I'd gotten so lonely and horny that I'd gotten it on with our roommate? Shit! How fucked up was that? Somehow that didn't freak me for too long because basically I knew that sex with Ski was just that. Sex. There was no chance that it would be, nor did I ever want it to be, more than a hot fuck. It then occurred to me that Ski might play the Jesus-was-I-drunk-last-night routine. That freaked me out a little bit. I needn't have worried however. Ski woke up in the middle of my mind fuck.

"Mornin', Stud" he said sleepily, rolling onto his back away from me.

"Morning" I said sheepishly.

"Sleep ok?" he asked in mid-yawn as he stretched.

"Yah, I guess so"

"Good" he said as he patted my butt in a buddy sort of way. The room was cold from the damp ocean air outside. Nuzzling up to my backside again for warmth, he pulled me close. "Goddamn, but you are a hot fuck" he stated matter of factly. I laughed in response. "You are!" he emphasized.

"Thanks" was all I could reply.

"So whaddya thinking, Sean?" he asked, knowing that something was on my mind. The man wasn't as dumb as I thought.

"I'm just freakin' a bit"

"Armando?"

"Yah"

"Don't freak, Dude" he said as he rubbed my head. "Last night was just two buddies helping one another out, right?"

"Of course"

"I mean, you are one helluva fuck and I don't even want to know how you can take my big ol' cock," he said as he ground it against me. I'll be damned if it wasn't getting bigger!

"Well, I guess it comes from practice, Ski" I answered.

"Yah, right! So anyway, don't sweat it, Dude" he continued as he crawled out of bed and headed for the can. "Anytime you need a dickin', you can come to Uncle Ski!"

"Ya?"

"Ya. Don't you go fuckin' around with any gay guys now. Armando wouldn't like that"

"Shit," I said as I too crawled out of bed and headed for my room, "he wouldn't like this either!" making reference to the night we'd just spent fucking. Damn, I felt a little guilty about what I'd done. I crossed the hall and quickly made my way to my bathroom for a long and satisfying piss. Standing there pissing, I looked at the reflection of myself in the mirror in front of me. The Corps had really sculpted quite a body out of the trim and fit one I'd already had. I saw that my body was changing to more and more of a man's body. I ran my hand across my groin and flat belly and flaked off the dried cum there. My hand continued up onto my hard pecs where I tweeked my right tit. Bolts of electricity sparked immediately into my dick. Damn, it felt good. I had this easy feeling of contentment one gets when they've been laid as completely as I had been just hours before. It made me smile.

"Anyway, don't beat yourself up over it, Man. You're what, 20 fucking years old, right?" Ski continued our conversation, suddenly behind me. He startled me. I pissed all over the toilet.

"Shit, Ski!" I laughed with a jolt. "You scared the hell out of me"

"Sorry, Dude. I just don't want you to freak over nothing"

"This was nothing?" I teased as I pushed my butt towards him while I shook the piss from my dick. In the mirror I saw him get a good look at what he'd fucked just a few hours ago. His cock was swinging about half hard.

"You got needs, that's all" he reasoned with a grin. "I'm sure Armando would rather you be swinging on ol' Poleski that some stranger in a bar"

"I guess you're right" I agreed. Pretty fucked up logic to me today, but it made perfect sense back then! What a fucking babe in the woods I was, huh?

"So, like I said, anytime you need a dickin' you come to me, ok?" he said softly as he wrapped himself around my backside. It was a little startling because the guy had always been such a pussy hound, so it seemed strange. The other times he'd nailed me were after he'd watched Armando fucking me and the night before when I'd woken him up with a blow job. He was definitely coming on to me in a largely non- sexual situation, so it was a little odd.

"Anytime?"

"Anytime"

"Like maybe 08:20 on a Sunday morning?" I asked, referencing the present time. I was still horny. Hey, I was 20, remember?

"No time like the present, Dude" he whispered in my ear as he rubbed his rapidly hardening cock on my butt. I pushed back against him. As I said before, he wasn't the best looking guy in the world but he had a fucking body on him that would put Michelangelo's David to shame. The man was rock fucking hard everywhere you touched him. He had great arms and a set of pecs that invited stares. His belly was a six pack of abs and, like his chest, arms and legs, was covered in a thick pelt of copper colored fur. At over 6' tall, the man's torso sat on top of a fat-free 31" waist and a bubble butt that was seemingly carved from white marble. Add to all of that the fact that God blessed him with the biggest fucking cock you could imagine. A true twelve-incher.

"You gonna nail me again, Ski?" I asked, looking at him in the mirror, knowing the answer.

He looked me right in the eye and answered, "I'm afraid I gotta put it to you again." My cock surged and my butt gaped when I heard that. The man wasn't really planting kisses on my neck, but he was nuzzling his face up against me and rubbing his day's growth over my skin. Goosebumps spread over my body. Kozinski was doing a little dick dance against me. "Would you like that, Sean?" he asked softly.

"I think so, Ski" I answered before continuing with a word of caution, "I'm just not sure I can take it again"

"Oh, Man! Uncle Ski is going to be so gentle with you" he purred. His fucking cock was nearly like a crowbar at that moment. "C'mon," he commanded as he turned me around and led out of the head. "Let's go mess up the sheets some more in my bed" he cooed as he directed me across the hall. The whole thing felt so right, but the fact that it was my straight roommate sweet talking me didn't go unnoticed. I was reminded at that time that guys with a hardon will say just about anything to get their dick wet. Kozinski was no different. He was a man with mammoth meat who's looks prevented him from getting laid on a regular basis. He'd found a ready and willing hole and he wasn't going to let it get away. Whether it was fucking a man or a woman, he was hell bent on getting laid. Guiding me toward his bed he eased me down onto it when we got there. He'd pushed me down onto my belly and in an instant he was on my back.

In no time he was all over my ass with his hands. It felt great to have the hot hetero hunk fingering my hole. At the same time he nipped at my neck and liked the reaction it got right away. Hell, what top man wouldn't like it when their bottom moaned with pleasure and pushed their ass at the hands groping them? I know that a lot of guys would have their suspicions that Kozinski was a closet case or something. I can assure you that this guy was merely a selfish heterosexual that had found a hot hole to fuck and was going to ride the buttfuck train until he found a woman that could and would take him. And that was just fine with me.

Ski was a quick study and in no time he was chewing on my neck while his fingers were buried in my gash up to the webbing of his hand. It wasn't exactly foreplay, but geez it felt good. Damn, I was wet. Once he started playing earnestly with my butt, he released a lot of the cum and lube and natural butt juices from our fucks the night before. An old farm boy, Ski dove right in. Before long his hand was coated in slick.

"Oh, fuck, Sean!" he purred. "You're some kind of wet"

"Yah, fucker! You made me that way"

"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass!"

"Yah, c'mon Jarhead!" I encouraged. "Fuck this man in the ass!"

"Goddamn, but your hole is hot," he said with his voice shaking. I could tell he was stroking his cock. He was spreading the viscous slick up and down the length of himself.

"Hot for a fucking, Dude," I shot back, knowing that I was gonna get stuck in about 10 seconds flat.

"Ya want it?" he rasped

"Dick me, Dude!" I ordered. My hole was gaping and I was ready for whatever he could deliver. He crawled onto my back and got into position, kicking my legs apart. "Just take it easy" I cautioned as I felt his howitzer searching for my gushing gate. A second later his knob slipped effortlessly just inside of me. With tremendous restraint, the man held still. "Ah, gawd!" I groaned. It felt so damned hot to have him back inside of me. He took that as a license to stick. Keeping up a steady pressure, the man mounted me as inch after inch of his bone sunk into my depths. Despite his size, the fucks he'd thrown me earlier in the wee hours of that morning had opened me up. With little fanfare or discomfort, Ski had soon taken all of my mancunt and was soon knocking at the very inner door to my guts.

Like the cock and asshole ballet it was, we moved with and against one another for maximum penetration. As soon as he'd broken through my inner sphincter, it was all over for me. There was no pretense of muscle control at that point. My entire hole opened for him. He fucking owned my ass. Slowly but surely the man fucked into me with precision. For a guy that didn't get laid all that often, he sure knew how to push all of my buttons. Deeper and deeper he plunged into me. Before long, he'd fucked the muscle control out of my butt and it had given up all of its juices, soaking our union. Never one to be able to bottom out in a hole, Kozinski stayed buried to the balls and rooted around in my rectum so fucking fine. Goddamn, but he was in deep!

"I gotta get on my back!" I groaned as he put it to me. He was banging around in uncharted territory and while it was making me feel hot, his hard cock was wrecking my butt nut. When a man fucks you on your belly, the underside of his cock constantly rams all over your prostate, which can get uncomfortable after a while. When you take dick on your back, the topside of his boner rubs periodically against it. That feels awesome. I had to have that feeling at that moment. At my request, Ski pulled out and let me flip over. Grabbing a pillow, I slid it under my ass. Lying back, I pulled my legs up and let him crawl in between them. The man looked down and aimed his gigantor at my gash.

"Goddamn, Sean!" he sputtered as he poked his head into me. "Just like a fucking cunt," he rasped as he sunk his bone in my butt. I took it was a compliment.

I was so open for him, you could have driven a fucking truck inside of me. Effortlessly, the man slid all twelve inches into my depths and resumed the fuck rhythm I'd interrupted just a couple of minutes before. Damn, just like I knew it would, the fuck felt even better than before. Looking down, I could see that massive meat stick sawing into my guts. His hot fucking body was all tense and hard as he put it to me. His abs bulged as he fed me his manhood a foot at a time. Faster and faster he fucked into me. The fucker power dicked me like there was no tomorrow. All of the sights, sounds, smells and sensations ganged up on me and I fuckin' gave it all up to him. Just like I did for Armando. Ah, hell, just like I did for most hot men that fucked me.

Pushing out hard from inside, my asshole gaped open wide and several inches of my insides moved down on my top's hardness, letting him in even deeper than before. At this point my butthole was nothing more than a huge and swollen, wet and distended pair of asslips that his balls were slipping around on. Fuck an A if I wasn't as loose as a goose on the outside but tight and even wetter deep inside where the business end of him was doing a major dick dance. That's the best kind of fuck. In and out the man fucked for maxium friction without care to my needs, unaware that he was meeting them every fucking time he diddled me deep.

I have no idea how long we fucked that morning. It could have been thirty seconds or thirty minutes. All I know is that it was the deepest fuck I'd ever taken and all I could do was lay there, hold my breath and take in all of the awesome sensations that were shooting through my body. Fuckin' Ski was all man and I was giving it up to him. My fuckin' cock was boned up big time and it felt like he was fucking it from the inside. Everything was centered in my ass and cock at that moment. I couldn't feel my legs or arms or anything else. It was all about my hole that was getting pounded hard. Ski was dripping with sweat and I could see that he was struggling with his desire to prolong the ecstasy and his need as a man to seed me. We just stared into one another's eyes in wonderment that we'd taken things that far and just how fucking hot it was.

"Unbelievable" was all he could say between hard and labored breaths.

Though I probably meant to say something else, "Unnnnggghhhhhh" was all that came out of me. He was fucking all of these obscene noises out of me and it was having a massive effect on him.

Faster and faster he fucked into me until his pile driving hips were a blur. I could tell he was on his last sprint. It was a good thing because all of a sudden my asshole started spasming as my cock locked and loaded. Just a few more hard poundings is all it took before I let loose with a load of spunk that shot out initially over my face and neck and the pillow my head was lying on. Though I'd started cumming without touching my cock, I wrapped my hand around my bone on, intensifying an already mind blowing orgasm. When I did, my hole clamped down hard on the piston working the entire length of it. Immediately the sensations on my joy button increased a thousand fold and rope after rope of thick and viscous Jarhead jizz jetted onto my belly. While I lay there in buttfuck heaven getting my nut, my asshole sucked hard against the bone that had been breeding me. Obviously that had an effect on Kozinski because he rapidly reached the point of no return. Just as I was about shot out, the man grabbed my hips, rammed it in balls deep and froze in place as nature took its course. Throwing his head back, a long and guttural groan escaped as he hosed his ball cream into me. Gawd, there's nothing better than to see than a man getting his nut. Ski seeded me oh so fucking fine! That fucking Grunt gunned into my guts because that's what men do. And fuck-an-A if Kozinski wasn't all fucking man!

In just a couple of minutes, we'd both cooled down enough to know that we'd crossed some kind of line. For me, it was that I'd been fucked unbelievably deeply and had easily taken a massive cock that should have been wrecked me. For Ski though, I could see in his eyes that he might have enjoyed fucking a man in the ass a little too much for his comfort. There seemed to be an unspoken communication between us that told me that he'd never been laid like that before. His eyes told me that he'd just discovered how hot fucking can be. And I think it was freaking him out a little bit that it had been with a man. I know it was because he pulled out of me, turned away and headed for the head without saying a word other than, "Goddamn!"

I quickly pulled myself together and high tailed it to my room where I closed the door behind me. Still reeling from all that had gone on in the past 6 or 7 hours, I dealt with it in the privacy of my own space. I was quickly able to shake off the fact that I'd fucked with another man other than Armando. I did that with the knowledge that it was just sex and that we'd been separated for nine weeks and 3,000 miles and had no fucking idea when we'd ever see one another again. Even the fact that I'd been able to take a cock as fucking huge as Ski's was no biggee. Hell, I was a born bottom and merely learned that size was no detraction when I really wanted to fuck with a man. What was a little freaky was that all the action over the previous several hours was with Kozinski. The guy that I'd always knows as the straight, pussy hunting farm boy. It made me grin a little to know that I might have "turned" a straight guy. Not turned him gay or anything, because that's just not possible. But I knew that what had gone on between us had forever changed him. He would never be able to look at fucking a man in the ass the same. Hell, he'd enjoyed it so much, he might not ever be able to resist it again. The thought of that made me laugh.

I hopped in the shower and washed the sex and sweat and cum and lube and butt slick from both inside and out. Stepping out of the shower, I rubbed myself vigorously with the cotton towel until my body tingled even more than it did from the hot fuck Ski had thrown me a few minutes earlier. As I ran the towel between my legs I noted that my asslips were still swollen and very tender. It felt great to run the cotton terry over them. When I stepped into a fresh pair of briefs a few minutes later, I loved the sensation of the soft cotton caressing my butthole as well. Gawd, I reveled in the fact that I loved being a man who loves being taken by other men.

The rest of the day Kozinski and I didn't see too much of one another. He had ducked out to do laundry soon after I emerged from my room after my shower and I didn't see him for several hours later. He seemed ok about what had happened, if a little quiet. I just let him be.

Actually, my friendship with him as a roommate was pretty good. He was just a plain ol' farm boy that took things in stride. Nothing seemed to really get him all that excited and he seemed to accept just about everybody for who they were. Even to this day I don't think I've ever met anybody quite like LCpl Kozinski. He was a man of very simple needs. Very well organized and pretty damned disciplined, he got along well with everyone and was a damned good Marine to boot.

It was pretty obvious that his psyche was greatly affected by his looks and, surprisingly, his big dick. Instead of being a source of pride in his youth, he somehow allowed the size of his cock to be an item of ridicule by other guys. We all know kids can be mean. Kozinski was living proof of that. I grew to really like the man and, though I didn't understand why then, I now know it was because, to me at least, he was sexy as all hell. No, he certainly wasn't handsome, but his gentle masculinity and the way he carried himself made him sexy. Of course, his awesome body and big fucking dick didn't hurt either! In any event, the two of us lost souls became buds. Well, maybe a little more than buds. You see, buds generally don't fuck and, well, we did!

Though it didn't last really long, from a balls-to-the-wall angle, we were hot in the sack together. Men have this uncanny knack of being able to have hot fucking sex without any pretense of commitment. But that can't last forever for a gay guy with a man that truly identifies as a heterosexual. At least for me it couldn't. We were just really convenient for one another. I was a perpetually horny 20-year old and he was a guy in his very late 20s who loved to fuck and had never really been set loose in the sack. I'm sure that if he'd gotten laid even half as often as his body told him to, nothing would have happened between us. But he hadn't. Partially because of his looks and partially because of his cock size but mostly because of his self-esteem, the man had never really developed any kind of sexual relationship with anyone---woman or man. Therefore, when the opportunity presented itself with me, Ski took advantage of it right along with me. Getting fucked regularly by a monster dick is every bottom's dream so I was in fuck heaven. It took extraordinary effort to get dicked by such a fucking beast but, like any true bottom, I learned to take it like a man. Having a hot and wet hole to fuck on a regular basis was a dream come true for Ski, so he went for it. Actually, he went for it in a big way.

I said it sex between us didn't last for very long, but when we were having it, it was sure hot. It didn't take long after that hot morning fuck for Kozinski to start asking for ass. He seemed to be able to go without sex for about the same amount of time I could. Even though I was the aggressor that very first time when I'd sneaked into his room and blown him, it wasn't my nature. So it seemed natural that he started asking for it. After all, he was the top, the Stud, the penetrator. It only seems natural that he'd be the one that would speak up when he wanted to get his weenie wet. It only took about a week after that first time before he came knocking at my door. Quite literally in fact.

I'd been pretty fucking horny all day. Ski and I had been lying around watching TV that night when I got a hankering for some butt play. My first thought was having some one on one time with one or more of my latex buddies waiting for me in my nightstand. I thought about it for like two minutes before begging off for the night on the pretense that I was hitting the sack.

"'Night, Ski" I said as I rose from the sofa.

"You hitting the sack?" he asked from his easy chair.

"Yah, I'm beat"

"Hmmmph. I know what you're gonna beat" he funned.

"Well, yah, maybe some of that too" I grinned as I crossed the room.

"Maybe you'd like a little of this" he said as he grabbed his dick in his shorts. I glanced at the mound he was gripping.

"There's nothing little about that, Ski!" I mused, stopping at the doorway to the hall. Then, before turning to head to my room, I said, "That's an all or nothing proposition"

"Then how `bout taking it all?" he called out to me as I walked down the hall.

"I dunno, Ski. Not sure I could take it tonight," I said lamely as I stepped into my room. I wasn't exactly sure if I was in the mood for him.

Before I had a chance to shut the door, he piped up, "Gonna leave me high and dry, huh?"

I really didn't have an answer for him so I just closed the door to my room. I felt a little uneasy about the subject of sex between us yet, at the same time, it kinda turned me on that he seemed interested in sticking me again. One thing for sure, I needed to be penetrated big time. I really didn't care if it was from one of my toys or from a super hung Stud like Kozinski. Knowing that getting his mammoth meat into me would be a real chore, I opted for the easy way out. In a flash I was stripped and in the shower to rinse my guts. Once done, I patted myself dry.

Setting the scene for my little play session took just a minute. Turning the lamp on the nightstand down real low, I lay a towel down with two of my toys and some lube. I fluffed up a couple pillows against the headboard to lay against and placed another where I could set my butt on. Covering that pillow with a towel, I sat on it and leaned back against the pillows on the headboard in a laid-back position. I reached into the nightstand for a magazine and quickly found some hot and horny friction fiction to read. In no time I had my hand wrapped around a randy rod while I was engrossed in a story about a Cowboy who happened upon a young and wounded Indian warrior. While the Cowboy tended to the Indian's wounds one thing led to another and soon enough the Cowboy's hard cock was seated deeply in the warm saddle of the Indian's tight and wet asshole. I jacked off to that hot story and nearly came along with the Cowboy as he coated the insides of that Indian with a week's load of his Wrangler wad.

Next, I reached for the VCR and TV remotes and fired up one of my favorite porn tapes. It was already spooled to my favorite fuck scene so I busied myself by squirting a generous amount of lube up my hole before sliding the smaller of my two buds inside. A young French navy guy was taking it up the ass by an older, larger, stronger and much hairier buddy with a big uncut cock. Ah, my favorite! The camera angle was awesome as it zoomed in and caught the magic of the large cock slipping past gaping asslips and into the wet hole.

My eyes glazed over as I fucked my butt in sync with the cock fucking on the screen. In no time my hole was open and ready for some heavy-duty action. Keeping my steely shaft in my hand, I let go of the seven- inch dildo that had breached me. It slid nearly out of me as I reached with the other hand and retrieved my larger buddy next to me. Lifting my legs and pushing down from inside caused the dildo in me to pop out onto the towel below. Before my asshole had time to clamp shut again, I nudged the business end of the larger dildo at my spasming sphincter and slipped it just inside. It took just a few seconds for my butt to adjust to the larger intrusion. Once done, I was sliding nearly the entire length forward into me. What a wonderful feeling that was. Before long I was really ramming that butt buster into me all the while the hot top on the screen was pouring it to the obviously appreciative bottom. Though I couldn't understand the French words he was muttering, it was clear he was enjoying getting hosed as much as I was. I started feeling that need to cum deep inside of me, so I backed off on the action on my Jackson. Just then there was a knock at my door.

"Hey, Bud. I thought you were going to sleep" Kozinski said from the hall.

"Uh, well, I thought I'd just catch a little TV, Ski," I said, a little startled. Shit! He was interrupting a pretty hot fuck session.

"Yah, I can imagine what you're watching. Had to take a shower for that, huh?" he asked. Damn him! Again he showed me that he wasn't as dumb as we thought. He knew damned well why I'd hopped in the shower.

"Damn, Dude! What do you care?" I asked. Here I was lying on my back with about eight great inches of latex rammed up my backside and another couple to go and my fucking roommate wants to have a conversation through the door. It made me grin.

"Oh, I dunno, Sean. I just thought that maybe we could help one another out. You are horny, right?"

"Damn straight, Ski. And I'm pretty busy doing something about it right about now, Dude"

"Ah, Man!" he groaned. "I'm about to bust out of my pants," he said as he opened the door. He just walked right into my room! There I was in the middle of diddling my butt and spanking my monkey when the fucker just walks in!

"Fuck, Ski!" I said incredulously.

"Yah, just what I thought," he leered with that sex look in his eyes that I'd seen a couple of times before. "I knew you were takin' care of that hot hole"

"Jesus, Ski. Do you mind?" I asked.

"Not at all, Sean," he answered, walking toward the bed with his bone in his hand. It looked menacing but I was mesmerized. He stood at the foot of the bed for a minute, just stroking himself. His eyes never left my butt. "Wouldn't you rather have some of this?" he asked, aiming his hardon in my direction. I pushed the dildo in and out of me slowly.

"Well, yah" I rasped once I'd thought about it. I knew it would feel good and, at 20, what else do you think of? Geez, was I an easy fuck or what?

"Then let's get it on, fucker!" he grunted as he stripped his shorts off. In a jiffy the hunk was naked as the day he was born and ready to breed. My heart leaped in my chest when I saw him in all his naked fucking glory.

"Put some of this on that thing" I instructed as I threw the lube to him. "Use lots of it"

"Gotcha" he answered as he dutifully slicked the entire surface of his rod with slick goo. I lifted my legs and kept pushing the large toy in and out of me as I watched him get ready to fuck me. It turned me on. He looked down and saw the action. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you like nobody's business!" he moaned as he crawled onto his knees on the bed. Aiming his cock at my latex stuffed hole, he moved in closer. I pulled the toy out seconds before Ski pushed his proud knob at my gaping hole.

Before my outer sphincter even knew what was happening, Ski had breached it and slid a couple inches inside. I stopped him at that point to let me get used to his much larger cock. My hole alternately spasmed and gaped open as he slowly fed me inch after inch of his hetero hose. I held my breath, allowing maximum dilation as he filled me with his manhood. In no time, he'd buried fully eight inches in me and was knocking at the door to my second sphincter. Hell, it wasn't long before he was moving through that. After all, I'd slid my dildo through it just minutes before. It didn't take long before Poleski was seated in my butt and ready to fuck me into the mattress. I think he'd forgotten that the last time we'd fucked was actually the third time we'd fucked in a short period of time. Consequently, I was a lot more open and ready for him then than I was presently. Thus, I had to keep pushing at him to not fuck me so hard and deep. It was a little excruciating, but we finally got into a fuck rhythm that worked for both of us.

Nothing like the fuck we'd had the week before, the two of us moved in unison towards getting off. There seemed to be an unspoken communication that this was all about getting our nuts off. That was just fine with me, because I wasn't sure just how much longer I could take the man's mammoth meat. Lying there on my back, I took him inside of me and even groaned in pleasure as he buried himself and wrenched back and forth. Grabbing my own hard cock, I jacked myself off while the Jarhead jackhammered my hole with his pole.

We fucked for about 10 minutes before I noticed that his balls were no longer slapping against my butt. Seeing as though he had really droopy balls, that was always a telltale sign that the man was getting close to getting off. He was full on into fuck drive, plunging his proud prick in and out of me rapidly, when I pushed out and drove another inch or two of my guts down onto his hot howitzer. Now my swollen asslips were bulging against the base of his mantool, where his balls were snapped tight. That did it for Ski. He started fucking me harder, signaling that he was about to lose it. I furiously fucked my own cock with my hand, bringing myself to the brink of spewing. All at once the super hung Marine slowed down his strokes as his eyes rolled back in his skull.

"ARRRRGGGGGHHHH," he roared as he started rocketing ropes of his rock sauce into me.

"Ah, yah," I moaned when I felt the familiar sensation of semen coating my depths. "Fuck me full of it, Ski!"

"Creamin' your guts, you little fuckin' Slut!" he grunted while he emptied his nuts into me.

"Oh, fuck yah!" I screamed as he creamed. The fucker's filth talk really got to me. My balls stung and my legs shook. Just about the time he stopped shooting, I let loose with my own load. Yet another hot cum with a man sized cock buried in me. Nothing like that in all the world. In no time I had a puddle of pud pudding on my belly that had been brewing in my balls for days.

Not a minute later, Ski pulled out of me with a plop and walked out of my room without a word, closing the door behind him. It had been a no-strings attached fuck between two buddies looking to get off and that was just fine with me. Even better than any session I would have had with my latex buds, I was satisfied and happy what had just happened. Freshly fucked and sated for the moment, I cleaned up and drifted off to sleep with a butthole that sang.

That seemed to be how we got it on from then on. Just a couple of buds getting off. Oh, it was hot for sure and once in a while we even fell asleep and slept together after we fucked. But it wasn't like any sexual relationship I'd ever had. First of all, like most straight guys you can get into the sack, Kozinski wouldn't kiss. Most straight guys are like that. I find that so odd. They'll let you blow them and, if you get them naked in the sack, once in a blue moon they might even suck your dick. Get em hot and they're not very hard to convince to fuck you. Hell, after they've fucked you a few times and you get em hot enough, some of them might even eat your ass before they stick it. That's no kidding either. But try to kiss one of them just once and watch how they freak out! Kissing has always been a heavy duty prerequisite for me, so it was very easy to keep sex with Ski in perspective.

As hot as it was, it just wasn't fulfilling for either of us. I could tell that it started affecting our friendship too in the sense that we both started spending less and less time together. Even in my young and dumb and full of cum youth, I knew that it wasn't a good thing.

Armando and I never made the transition to long distance lovers very well. That depressed me enough. But, before long, I was sniffing around to find a new mate. And that meant taking it in the ass from strangers again. Most of those guys had no intention of anything other than getting their nut. That fucking depressed me even more. There were just too many memories and reminders of Armando and I together there in Oceanside and CamPen. I knew I needed to get out of there. So, I eventually put in for a transfer to anywhere. It took a while, but Uncle Sam finally obliged me in a big way. At first I was bummed at where they were sending me, but I later learned that just about every Gyrene had to do it at some point in their career. Because of my mechanical skills, I'd been able to hang around CamPen much longer than I normally would have, so I was ready for whatever was to come.

I didn't have very much, so it didn't take me very long or too much effort to pack up to ship out when I got my orders. I let Armando and Ski make a deal on the truck and didn't bother with it. Ski found a new roommate before I left, so everything seemed in order. All that was left was for me to say my good byes and get the hell out. That last day Kozinski hugged me hard like a buddy who was going to miss his friend. I felt good about that and my decision to leave. Until I got to my new duty station and reality set in.

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