A Few Good Men

A Few Good Men 4: The Primer Chronicle

Note: The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 3, 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.

I had met Primer and Gunner when I was just 19. I was a young, dumb and full of cum Jarhead. As I said before, the strongest attraction, both physically and emotionally, was between Primer and myself. After that first marathon weekend we spent nearly every spare moment together. Even though Gunner was candid about his attraction to me, and his desire to fuck me as often as I was in the mood, he was really gracious about what was obviously developing between Primer and me.

In only a few short weeks we'd become an exclusive item. For the first time in my life I had these feelings that I really didn't understand. All I knew is that I thought about Primer every waking minute. Every time I thought of him I got this major pang in my gut. I couldn't see enough of him. And it was the same with him. He taught me so much about myself. I've got to say that, at 30, he was one brave man to get involved with a 19 year-old wild man, such that I was. Based on my past performance, I had the immense potential to break that man's heart. I'd unwittingly done it plenty of times before. And yes, I'd done it uncaringly a few times before too. I'm certainly not at all proud of that. But this was different. Unlike my past patterns, the more I saw of Primer the more I wanted him. Looking back on it now, I realize that I fell in love with the man within a short period of time.

Also unlike my past boyfriends, Primer and I weren't limited to just a hot sexual relationship. I mean, sex was awesome. But we also developed a buddy-type relationship. We went everywhere and did everything together. And, for the first time in my adult life, I had no desire to go fucking around with other guys. Hell, I hardly even looked at other men. Well, I did look. After all, I was only 19! It was an awesome time.

As awesome as the buddy time was, the sex was even more incredible. We were perfectly matched for one another in that department. Being a very patient and disciplined lover, Primer was a very good teacher. He taught me so much about my body and, at the same time gave me an invaluable education in man-to-man sex. Looking back now I realize that prior to meeting Primer, sex with all the other men I'd know had been just that. Sex. Sure, it had been hot. Sometimes even mind blowing hot. But it was just sex. Primer taught me how to make love. And I don't mean that tritely. Or like some lovesick sweaty teenaged girl. I mean full on, heart pounding, hard bodied, inhibition free, giving-yourself-to-your-man, fuck me in the ass, making love kind of sex.

Because I was so young I was in desperate need of being tamed. Only I didn't even have a clue that I needed it. But Primer did. At 30, he had matured into an incredibly disciplined man with a deep sense of what is right and wrong. And because he wasn't too far from his early boy-man days, he understood me better than any male ever had. While he didn't put up with any shit from me, he was fair and gentle in a masculine way when he taught me lessons.

One day we were alone at his place. He and Gunner had converted their garage into a gym a couple of weeks before. They had a couple of weight machines bolted to the wall and had covered the floor with padded matting. We'd been working out a bit when I jumped him from behind. Pushing him down onto the floor I impulsively challenged him to a wrestling match.

"The one who pins the other gets his ass"

"Oh?" Primer queried with a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"Yah!" I smart mouthed. "I want your ass"

"No way you're ever gonna fuck my ass" he belted, proclaiming his top man status.

"Way!"

"Think you're man enough?"

"I'm going to pin your ass, old man!" I stated impudently. "Then I'm gonna fuck it!" I was such a fucking brat. I could see by the look on his face that I'd crossed a line.

"OLD MAN?" he reacted with genuine surprise. He was smiling but I could tell I was in for it. "Why you arrogant little fuck! I'm gonna jam you into the floor and then I'm gonna fuck you raw!"

With that he lunged at me with all the power and strength he had. I was on my ass before I even knew what hit me. Instantly, he was on top of me and I was seconds away from being pinned. It took every ounce of muscle I could muster to get out of his grip. In doing so I exerted a lot of energy, which concerned me. I knew then that he had the advantage. Not only was he more powerful but he had more energy. The challenge to keep him from pinning me spurred me on. With extraordinary strength I fought him off. He was certainly larger and stronger but I was a bit more agile. I was able to slide around him quickly and get on top of him. Unfortunately he was on his belly so it was going to be difficult to not only turn him over but get his shoulders pinned.

Grinding my hips into his upturned ass, I goaded him. "Yah, there it is, Bitch! There's the ass I'm gonna fuck!" Even talking about it inflamed him. I was ready for his reaction but not its intensity. He nearly escaped my grip. In an attempt to keep him down, I ripped his shirt. After that it seemed like all hell broke loose.

"Ok, you little fucker" he spat, "You're really in for it now"

Before long the two of us were in a balls-to-the-wall fight for the top and our clothes were in the way. He swung me around ripping my shorts to shreds. They hung from my hips only from the elastic around my waist. In the next move they ended up around my ankles. That left me at a real disadvantage because I couldn't really stand and get into position. He was on top of me and, once again, I was in danger of being pinned. I thrashed about under him like a fish out of water, finally freeing myself. In doing so, I'd been able to free one of my feet. Standing, I shook my other foot and my torn shorts went flying across the room. There I stood with only a jock covering my jewels and nothing protecting my ass. Primer pointed and laughed, taunting me. Then he came at me with a vengeance, knocking us both to the floor.

After that battle, Primer's shirt was hanging around his neck. This was very dangerous at best for the pace we were going at. He shed it in a flash when we broke apart. It wasn't long before my own tee shirt was ripped from my body. Hanging from my shoulders like a Kleenex, I was able to duck my head and shuck it moments before being body slammed to the mat. Again, I escaped a pinning by thrashing about and grabbing at my lover. Pulling at him, I tore his lightweight shorts. Spinning around, I then pulled them down around his knees, temporarily incapacitating him. Using that to my advantage, I was able to turn him around so that he was on his back. Panting and grunting like two Sumo wrestlers, I fought to bring his shoulders to the mat while he twisted his torso to prevent me from doing so. Instead of a jock, he was wearing a pair of briefs. I yanked at them and eventually they gave way. The waist and crotch were intact, but his cock and balls kept flopping out the torn sides.

I could tell he was wearing out. I knew that's where I had him. Being 19 had its advantages but being bigger had some advantage too. But when he'd finally had enough, he put an end to it all. Using his strength and bulk he bettered me. And in no gentle way either. The man fought for top position as if his manhood depended on it. Finally he moved me onto my back and with a tremendous amount of difficulty, he was able to pin me. Once he did, I surrendered. He'd won fair and square.

We were both breathing so hard we couldn't talk. Laying across my torso he simply looked into my eyes, smiled and then rubbed my head like you would to a little boy. My heart soared. I lay there defeated knowing that I wouldn't be feeling his ass wrapped around my dick. Yet just thinking about the alternative was getting me hot. It's a good thing because the next couple of minutes were a whirlwind. Primer stood momentarily to shuck what was left of his briefs. Just as quickly he was on his knees once again, straddling my head with his own facing my feet.

Scooping my feet up, he drew them toward him, raising my butt in the air. At that time he ripped off my jockstrap, stuck his cock in my face and, with a growl, he said, "Better get it wet, Stud because spit's the only lube you're gonna get"

From the tone of his voice I knew he was serious. In fact, I sensed that he was a little pissed that I'd challenged his manhood. I opened my mouth and licked the foreskin that was barely covering the heady knob of my lover's lance while he continued to pull my legs up. I was nearly upside down. My taste buds exploded with the salty-sweet flavor of the man's precum and that unique and earthy taste of an uncircumcised cock. No sooner had I gotten his knob pulled free of that awesome skin than I felt that strong and determined tongue of his probing at my back door. With a great deal of persistence, he proceeded to pry my sphincter open to his advances. All the while I was suckling on his meat thermometer he was teasing my butt with that magical probe. The more I relaxed, the deeper he penetrated, the more of his cock I swallowed.

After a few minutes of that he abruptly stopped. Letting my legs drop to the mat he spun around and flipped me over on my belly. Not a second later he was all over my back, kicking my legs apart. Just when I thought he'd spread them as far as they'd go, he forced them apart even more putting me in an even greater position of surrender on all fours. The action started with his hard howitzer rubbing up and down my slick asscrack. Like a heat-seeking missile his knob honed in and pierced the armor of my anal gate only after a minute or so. Although the spongy head of his bone was slick with saliva and precum, that initial penetration hurt like hell.

"UHHHH!" I grunted, instinctively trying to crawl away. While his knees were pushing the backs of my thighs, his hands were firmly placed on the mat next to the outside of them, thus holding me in place and preventing any escape. Pushing harder, his naked knob penetrated fully. Despite my grunts of pain and my attempts to prevent further entry, the man held me close and continued to slide inch after inch of USDA prime meat into my depths. "AHHHH!" I protested, "Fuckin' hurts, Prime!"

"Shut the fuck up, you baby!" he growled menacingly.

"OHHH! I can't, Sir! It really hurts!" I protested.

"Of course it hurts! Getting fucked in the ass is supposed to hurt!" he spat.

"No really, Prime!" I begged. "It really fuckin' hurts! OWWW!"

"You set the rules, Stud. Now you're paying the price. I told you that if I won I'd fuck you raw. And fuck you raw is exactly what I'm gonna do!" The tone of his voice was unlike any I'd heard before. Each time he spoke he jabbed further into my tender flesh to make his point. I struggled to get free but it seemed like every time I moved it just served to force his prod deeper into my gut. It didn't take too much longer before he'd wormed his weenie all the way inside of my tightened hole. I sighed with relief when I felt the roughness of his pubes scratching up against my cheeks. I relaxed a tiny bit, knowing he couldn't really go in any further.

But if I thought he couldn't cause me any more pain or discomfort, I was terribly wrong. For as soon as he was in balls deep, he wrenched his crow bar around in my guts sending me into another convulsive effort to shed myself of his brutal actions.

"FUCK! OH, FUCK, PRIMER!" I yelled. "YOU GOTTA TAKE IT OUT!"

"No fucking way!" he bellowed. "Your ass is mine and I'm gonna fuck you around this mat like you've never been fucked!" He fucked his boner in and out of me to emphasize the point. No matter how hard I struggled he kept his sword buried in the sheath of my constricted cavern. Although he wasn't at full tilt, he fucked me better than slow. I was tense and he knew it. "Things are gonna be so much easier if you'd just surrender that hole to me!"

"Oh, Primer! I want your dick but this is just too hard, too fast"

"Quit your fucking whining and take it like a man!" he shot as he smacked me on the ass hard. The smack surprised me almost as much as the words and infliction in which they were spoken. But it all served to make my anal muscles relax for a second or two. Even with the force and pain, that short period of time was extremely pleasurable. Slowly but surely I was able to prostrate myself to this man in action. This man on a mission. This man hell bent on planting his seed. He continued to fuck and in doing so, he was fucking the muscle control out of me. "Yah! That's it! Open that hole!" he panted as he jammed his jizzbone into my ever loosening fuckhole.

"OH! OH! OH!" I started crying out as he moved over and over my prostate with the distended piss tube of his engorged penis.

"Yah, I thought so!" he purred as he shifted into a higher gear. "You can't resist that fat cock no matter how I put it to you, can you?" The filth talk really worked me up. I began craving his deep and deliberate moves even if it meant prolonging the discomfort.

"No, Sir!"

"Yah, that's right. Tell me, Baby Blue. Tell me what you need"

"I need to be fucked, Sir!" I answered honestly, pushing my battered butt up on his hose. In short order he'd turned me into the personal fuck whore that I was.

"Yah, you do! And who's gonna fuck you?"

"My Man is, Sir!"

"Oh, yah!" he hoarsed as my sphincter relaxed even more. "And who's your Man, Stud?"

"You are, Sir!" I moaned. My heart leapt with those words. Along with that, the vise-like grip of my butt on his bone relaxed even more.

"That's right. I'm YOUR Man, Baby Blue. And I'm the only one who's gonna do the fucking here, right?"

"Oh, fuck yah, Primer!" I grunted as he fucked me harder.

"You love giving your ass to me, don't you?" he whispered in my ear.

"Fuck yah! That's your ass, Sir!"

"That's right. It's my ass to fuck" he continued as he picked up the action. My butt was getting so used to the pace. I was fully relaxed at that moment and a rush of euphoria swept over me. In an act of total surrender I pushed my arms out and fell limp to his moves. I was a wide open fuck tunnel with the sole purpose of pleasuring my Marine Man. "Fuck an A, Baby Blue! I'm gonna breed you like no tomorrow" he panted as his tongue slurped my ear. He started fucking me like a madman. Unlike our usual fucks, this one was all about Primer. There hadn't been a bit of care for my comfort and enjoyment from the very start and I think that's what turned me on the most. And turned on I was.

I was rock fucking hard at the thought and feel of being held by a larger and stronger man in the most defenseless position a man can be in. And while the former Sargent Anthony "Primer" Ferrato did so, he brutally buttfucked me into total submission. He'd knocked me down a peg or ten from my cocky fucking attitude of just several minutes before. I mean I'd actually had the fucking gall to think that I was going to be able to fuck him. Him! The man that had tamed me time and again. The man that had gone farther than any other to show me that where my place was.

And it was under him.

Oh, he treated me like an equal in every way. Including in the sack. He knew who I was. He knew I needed to be dicked regularly by my man. And so, he helped to further define my role, my destiny. And that was to serve my top at his whim, but as his equal. To take dick and never question the fact that it doing so defined my very sexual being. And at that moment, with him on my back, digging deep into my bowels with his proud prong, mine couldn't have been harder. The force of his attack was pushing hard against my joy button, causing copious amounts of seminal fluid to seep out of me. Thus, my heated and throbbing tube of flesh was sliding into the smooth and padded mat, slick with my spew. Getting fucked in the ass had just taken on a new dimension. Pushing back with my hands I tried to keep my ass up just enough to allow my top maximum penetration without minimizing the amazing sensation of my manhood rubbing into the mat with each thrust.

All of this combined in my head and shot with high voltage force into my groin. My fucking slut hole gaped as my asslips distended onto his steely shaft. The sounds of his jackhammer ramming into my wet and sloppy slash filled the room.

Cock-walking me around the mat, my Man spewed a string of filth that to this day could make me hard just by the sound of it. "Gonna fuckin' split you in two" he rasped as he spun his body around while remaining balls deep. He continued to fuck me like that as he too moved around on the mat. Laying perpendicular to me, he slid my one leg up almost to my side while continuing to assault my assguts. After fucking me for several minutes like that he slid around so that his feet were at my head. From that angle he boned backwards but good.

By the time he made it back onto my back, I was nothing more than a fucktunnel. Faster and faster he diddled me deep with his Devil Dog until his balls were no longer slamming painfully against my own. With the full strength of a man about to get his nut, he sprinted towards the finish line. I too was getting close to blowing, but it was Primer who got there first.

"Gonna seed you, Baby Blue!" he warned me.

"Oh, fuck! Get your gun in me, Stud!" I begged.

"That's it! Fuckin' take my cum! Fuckin' take it! TAKE IT! AHHHHHHH! UGGGGGHHHH!" he screamed as he creamed my guts. Giant spurts hosed my hole full of ball beer. The whole time he ejaculated I was just a nano-second away from getting off myself. His orgasm was so intense that he babbled incoherently until he was out of breath. At the same time, he was so intent on continuing his powerful penetration that he shifted us around until I was sitting on his jerking jackhammer. Without missing a beat he wrapped his hand around my hardness and stroked me.

"Fuck yourself off, Sean!" he commanded. "Fuck that bone up your butt, Baby Blue!" And fuck it I did. I moved my feet so that I was squatting over his ramrod.

Pulling my ass up I was able to fuck myself on and nearly off his hot hombre. Knowing I was close to cumming, I batted his hand away and worked my prick like only a man can work his own. For close to a minute I fucked my needy guts up and down the length of him before getting my nut. The first rope of pud pudding rocketed onto his chest and neck. I sat down on the full length of him and ground my inner sphincter against his knob as I fired a second, third, fourth and fifth jet onto his chest and belly. Ah, to be 19 again, huh? From there the spurts coated my hand, slicking my already tortured trigger ridge, adding another dimension to an already awesome gun. What a fucking cum! When I finished I looked down to the man that had truly tamed me. Coated in my spew, he was a fucking butch vision laying there on that mat.

I was truly humbled. Primer had taken my challenge and met me head on. He'd kicked my ass, ate it and then fucked it all in due time. My ass was grass. And sore. Big time sore. He had taught me who would always be the top in our relationship. As if there was any question. At least I'd think twice about threatening him with a buttfucking again. The buttfucking! That little session changed things between us. It actually spiced up our already hot sex life. More than a few times after that Primer would take me to the mat. After lubing my cock up he'd turn me over on my belly and fuck me up the ass like the butt-whore I was to him. Never my favorite position in bed, I began to crave those mat sessions. To this day I still crave the feeling of my cock sliding all over that smooth vinyl mat while a big man puts it to me. More than once I shot my nut butter all over that mat while he showed me who was master of my ass.

It's funny how different things can make a major difference in a relationship. Times that make you grow closer. I remember one time in particular that encapsulates just how close Primer and I grew. It was probably about 8 weeks after we'd met. One Sunday morning we'd woken early and taken off to eastern San Diego County to some railroad town out there. Just the two of us. We'd hopped out of bed without Primer putting it to me, so I was a bit horny all day. The day was absolutely beautiful. I remember this overwhelming urge to touch Primer all day. Holding hands or walking with arms around each other wasn't an option. But I had to feel him. So, like a puppy, I was constantly pushing, poking and prodding at him all day. I know it drove him nuts.

"You're sure full of piss and vinegar today!" he exclaimed early in the day.

That transcended into something like, "What's up with you?" with just a little bewilderment. Then, after hours of my horseplay, he began to get a little irritated. "If you keep that shit up, I'm gonna kick your ass!" he announced midday. I was elated. Kicking my ass wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was close. Finally, he'd had enough. "If you don't knock it off, I'm gonna knock you on your ass!" he said, the irritation barely concealed.

When I kept it up he finally snapped. We were walking out in an area of tall grass not close but within eyesight of the train area. I guess I gave him one too many shoves for the day. Suddenly, he turned around, grabbed me and knocked me on my ass. Just like he said he would. I was sure surprised, but I wasn't going down without a fight. On my way down I grabbed onto him hard and pulled him onto me. We started wrestling. And we didn't stop. It got to the point that both of us were giving it our all and neither of us was going to let the other win. I loved that shit with him. As hard as I tried, he was always a little stronger. Sometimes I'd just about get him pinned and then he'd have this burst of strength that would turn the tide.

I have no idea how long we tangled out there, but after a while I was getting really worn out. The bigger and stronger man seemed like he was just catching his second wind when I started feeling like giving up. There was something about the look in his eyes though, that spurred me on. We got into a full on, balls-to-the-wall wrestling match that had no indication of ever letting up. We must have been some sight! Finally, he maneuvered us into a position where I was on my back and he was laying on top of me trying to pin both of my shoulders down. I fought fucking hard to prevent him from pinning me, but I was no match to his size and bulk. Once again, he'd wrestled the fight out of me.

When he finally pinned me, neither one of us said a word. We were too winded. We didn't need to say anything anyway. We just stayed in that position, he on top of me, with his body laying over me at an angle. I don't know for how long. He finally turned his body full on top of me. His head was over mine. We were both still out of breath, looking into one another's eyes. It was clear that he'd bettered me. And I was so fine with that. It turned me on that this incredibly handsome and masculine man was bigger and stronger than I. To know that I was giving myself to him made me feel like I'd never felt before. Something clicked inside of my head at that moment. Something that told me that I should never let go of him. The realization of that wracked me with emotion. It was at that very moment that, for the first time in my young life, I realized that I was in love. Everything fell into place. My eyes filled with tears. Big time.

"Had enough?" Primer asked, not yet aware of what was going on in my head.

I couldn't answer. I just held onto him. Tears streamed from my eyes down the side of my face. His brow furrowed with question.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said. He started to get up. I held onto him. "You hurt?" he asked with concern.

I still couldn't talk. I felt like such a fucking idiot. I shook my head.

"What's up?" he asked, puzzled.

It took all the strength I had to speak. When I did it was a long exhale of breath and emotion. "I love you!" I blurted as the tears flowed. The look on Primer's face changed from one of question to a smile.

"I know you do" he simply stated.

"You do?" I asked with surprise. "How"

"I've known for a while"

"How?" I asked again.

"A man just knows" he simply stated.

"Well, thanks for telling me!" I said, feeling like a fool for just a second. The tears were still flowing. Me, a big and butch Marine, blubbering like a schoolgirl and in public no less.

"Hey, hey, hey!" he continued, "We've all got to figure it out in our own time"

"I'm not sure how to deal with this, Prime!" I said, wiping my nose.

"Shhhhhhh!" he instructed. "We'll figure it out"

"For the last few weeks all I can think about is you and being with you"

"Yah, well that's a good sign you're in love"

"Do you feel the same way, Prime?" I asked, fearing the answer.

He answered by kissing me deeply. "More that you'll ever know, Baby Blue!"

"I mean do you-----------"

"--------I love you" he interrupted. "I told you that weeks ago". He had actually said it some time before that, but I had blown it off because, frankly, I'd heard it before.

"Yah, I know, but---------"

"-------no buts. I said it and I meant it," he said earnestly. I looked up into his eyes and saw the honesty there. Never before had I wanted a man more in my life. I gripped onto him even tighter.

"Oh, fuck, Prime! Make love to me!" I whispered.

"Piece of cake" he soothed back. Now, I know what some of you are thinking, how fucking sappy, right? It wasn't like that at all. What had started out as a fun game of grab-ass had quickly transcended into some honest soul searching between two masculine guys that just happened to love each other.

Looking around, Primer spied people beyond the field we were laying in. As he scanned, I looked from side to side. Even from my angle I could tell that the tallish grass surrounding us wasn't tall enough to hide us from public view.

The whole encounter between us had taken place in a short period of time. If somebody was looking they'd only seen two masculine men playing a little grab-ass. Nothing that would draw any suspicion. However, we couldn't stay there much longer and we both knew it. There was a clear and unspoken understanding between us that we conveyed with our eyes.

Before getting up, Primer spoke to me. "I'm going to take you home and make love to you all night long, Baby Blue". With that he kissed me and hopped up, offering me his hand. I stood and wiped off the dried grass before following my lover to the car. In no time we were on the highway heading for the private place of his apartment. The sun, the exertion and the emotion had all combined on me to make me drowsy. I lay back in my seat, contented with the feel of my man's hand stroking my inner thigh. We weren't in the car for 15 minutes before I dozed off. When we arrived home, Primer woke me by planting a big kiss on me. I opened my eyes to discover that we were parked safely in front of his apartment.

What ensued over the next several hours was an incredibly long and intense love making session that was completely different from the rough and tumble type of sex that Primer and I usually had. Generally, not too much about him was gentle.

He was a man and loved men. He loved fucking men and, at the same time, he fucked like a man. But that night was different. It many ways it was very similar to the first night we were together. It seemed that it was all about me. He was so fucking attentive all night. Not that he wasn't normally, but that night he made love to me at the exclusion of his own pleasures.

We hadn't made it 5 feet inside of the door before he was wrapped around me.

He enveloped me with his arms, legs, hands and mouth. He was everywhere at once on my body. While he was grinding his hardening tube against my own, his hands were caressing my ass and working my tits simultaneously as his mouth and tongue were sucking my neck and ears. It seemed that he was working all of my erogenous zones at once. My whole fucking body was one big slab of gooseflesh. Inside of two minutes he had me ravenous for him. I wanted him. I wanted to be taken by him. I needed to be taken by him.

Ripping my shirt over my head, he plunged down on my exposed pits. He bit and sucked from there to my hard pecs, where he worked my nipples to the edge of my tolerance with his teeth. Damn, but he always knew just how far he could go and bring me along with him. He quickly spun me around so that his now hard cock was pressing against my best asset. The heat of our bodies transcended the two layers of denim and another two layers of cotton briefs separating us. Primer licked and kissed my neck while his fingers worked my tits to perfection. The net effect of that, of course, was that I bucked back into him like a man in need of something. At the same time he was creating and uncontrollable itch in me, he was offering me the scratch I knew I'd get.

My hole was gaping and the cotton of my briefs was soaking up the butt juices that were already starting to flow. I turned around and planted a wet one on the man's face. Like two starving animals, we sucked face with masculine force. Our breathing was labored as we tore at one another. Bare smooth chest to bare hairy chest we rutted like two bulls right there in the entry hall. Tugging at my shorts, he undid the button and fly with precision before sliding them down over the hard and cotton- covered mounds of my butt. Stepping out of my shorts and clad only in my white briefs, I wrapped my leg around his. The fur there felt good against the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I skinned his shorts in a hurry and allowed him to step free of them before we embraced once again. At that point only our thin and precum soaked briefs kept our bulging manhoods from dueling with one another.

Primer pulled my leg up to his waist, giving him access to my balls and the heated flesh below them. While his tongue explored my open mouth, his hands roamed free over my asscheeks and probed below my balls to the portal of my entrails. With his other hand, he reached for the leg keeping me grounded on the floor. Instinctively, I reached up and locked my hands around the back of his neck. He smiled at how well we were moving in unison.

"Good boy!" he hoarsed as he raised my leg, shifting my weight to his strong arms. Pulling my leg up to his waist, he moved his cock between my legs as my balls mashed against it from the force of all of my 160 pounds. Hoisting me up, he allowed me to wrap my legs around his waist.

"Unhhhh!" I moaned as his fingers danced across my pucker, pressing the cotton briefs onto my inflamed asslips. Using my abdominal muscles, I pulled my legs up further and ground my hole against the turgid tube throbbing in his soaked briefs. Taking that as his cue, Primer walked us across the Living Room, down the hall and into the bedroom. Kicking the door shut, the older, wiser and stronger man lay me down on his bed.

Climbing in his rightful place on top of me, my lover took advantage of my submissive legs-spread position and ground his ample cockflesh against my own. For several minutes we rolled around on that bed, pressing against one another while pulling at one another's briefs. His fingers moved inside of the leg openings of mine to caress and prod at my balls and steely shaft. Reaching down his back, I slid my hands below the waist band of his briefs and ran my fingers through the dusting of fur on his hard ass mounds.

Primer worked at my briefs until they were stretched and half off of me. When he stood to remove them from me he was a fucking vision to behold. The hard contours of his muscles were softened by the hair covering them. His manhood jutted purposefully away from his crotch, clearly visible through his man-dew soaked shorts. Slowly and very seductively, he removed my briefs and dropped them to the floor but not before he inhaled my manscent from them. Typical of Primer, who didn't view himself as anything special, he quickly shucked his own briefs without fanfare. The knob of his cock was crimson and the wetness shown in the low light of the room.

He slowly descended onto the bed and moved between my legs on his knees. Suddenly, he swooped down and feasted on my balls. Sucking each one individually into his mouth, he rolled the sum of them around inside of his hot and wet mouth before moving to higher ground. When he swallowed my aching rod, I thought I was going to lose it on the spot. For several minutes he bathed my bone in spit, alternately sucking on the sensitive trigger ridge under the spongy head then battering his tonsils with the full length of it. That led to even more sucking as his tongue moved across my pubic patch to the very ticklish sides of my belly. With all my might I tried to resist pushing him away as his tongue danced across my belly to my side and then across to the other side. As difficult as it was, I was able to do so thus turning the ticklish sensations into those of sensuousness and heightening my pleasure at the same time.

Primer washed across my belly a few more times before moving south for the prize that he cherished so much. In no time, he had moved his wet and active tongue to that super sensitive flesh between my balls and asshole. With little effort, he eventually parted my asslips and began sucking and probing on my aroused pucker. Holding my legs in the air, I gave the man I loved full access to the innermost flesh of my being. For several glorious minutes that time forgot, he prodded my clenched knot open to a hot and horny hole that was just begging to be filled. When he was finished feasting on my fanny, he moved up so that his hardness was resting in the valley of my heated asscrack. At the same time, his magic fingers spread cool lube all around and just inside my butthole. Once done, he teased me unmercifully by rubbing his swollen and slippery, wet knob against the sensitive flesh that I desperately wanted parted by him.

Placing my legs on his shoulders, he lowered his face to mine. I was spread eagled, my hole was defenseless to the moves of this incredible man and I could look at him in the face as he used me for his own.

"Let yourself go, Sean" he whispered in my ear. "Show me what you want" he urged further. As if he didn't know! I was a hot assed, smooth skinned, blond and blue eyed 19 year old Stud that couldn't get enough of that man's 8" column of flesh. And he was a 30 year old, hairy chested, olive skinned Italian whose uncut slab of salami was perfection in motion. We were ideally suited for one another and were told that we made an awesome pair. Hell, we were an awesome pair.

The way he treated me and the things he did to me made me want to surrender my innermost flesh to him. His hips instinctively propelled his cocksnout into my opening, touching but not yet breaching my manbud. I squirmed to get him inside of me.

"Whadda doin'?" he asked me.

"Fuckin' my Daddy's dick" I replied.

"Not yet you aren't" he teased.

"Oh, fuck! You gotta dick me, Prime! Stick me, please!" I begged as I pushed my hole onto him. We made the connection and he pushed his hips a fraction of an inch, allowing his bulbous knob, shucked free of its protective shield, to slide effortlessly inside of me with a quick pop. My eyes bulged with lust and surprise at the sensation. He pulled back a tiny bit so as not to hurt me, and smiled.

"Take me inside of you, Stud" he ordered. "Take all of me." Gripping onto him and using my abs again, I maneuvered my butt so that I could impale myself on my man's meat.

"Unnhhhh!" I groaned as I buried about half of his 8 inches in me.

"That's it. Take what you want, Baby" he cooed. I couldn't help myself. I pushed my hole further down onto him, moving closer to taking everything he had to offer. There's nothing like the first feeling of a man's cock inside of you. I could feel his pulse pounding in his cock.

"AHHHHHH!" I purred. "Fuck me, Daddy!"

"That's right, Baby Blue," he cooed, "fuck yourself on that bone." I pushed down, forcing more of his manhood inside of me. My butt was open and receptive to whatever he could deliver to me. "How's that feel?"

"Oh, Gawd, Sir," I groaned, "get it all the way inside of me"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yah! Fuckin' make my hole big!" I begged, mashing my asslips against his short and curlies. The swollen knob of his proud prick was mashed against my second sphincter with a little discomfort. All it took was a long and wet open-mouthed kiss to inflame me enough that even that subsided. Primer held perfectly and maddeningly still, which forced me to wriggle on his boner to get the friction I so desperately needed. The net result of that is that I worked his knob through my inner sphincter. When it tore through and my hole distended onto his rigid shaft, we both gasped from the sensation.

"Fuck yah, Stud! Daddy's all the way inside of you" he groaned.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, dick your boy deep" I begged.

"You gotta show your Daddy what you want, Son." And I did. I moved my gaping gash along the length of him, raking millions of nerve cells of his shaft and knob along the slippery walls of my mancunt. I knew that I wouldn't have to do all the fucking for long. It was bound to get to him and, sure enough, those pelvic thrusts so instinctive to men started soon enough.

Slow and deliberate strokes took Primer fully inside of my sucking and slurping flesh only to have him retreat until just his super sensitive head remained. Like a man born to fuck, he bred me like a pro. Slow and deliberate turned into deep and grinding turned into a steady and rhythmic fuck at a pace that only a man could handle. I was once again, under this incredible man and teacher as he drilled yet another lesson of advanced buttfuck into me. As I said before, that night was all about me. And what a night it was. Primer was in rare form, even for him. Initially taking me on my back, he moved me to my side, lifted my right leg up high and proceeded to deep dick me like no tomorrow. That led to him flipping me over onto my belly where he cock-walked me all across the bed before pinning me against the headboard where he showed me who was master of my hole. As he mined me with his meat, I pushed my butt up to give him every advantage to angle of penetration. When I seemed to tire of that position, Primer pulled me to the edge of the bed, flipped me over on my back and stood where he could really drill me. I was like a rag doll in his hands. All I knew was that I was getting filled and drilled with 8 inches of the sweetest Italian sausage a man could ask for.

Reaching down, Primer moved his arms under my legs and stood up! As if he was lifting weights, he proceeded to lift and press me up and down on his red hot poker. Skewered onto a seemingly endless supply of cock, I relaxed completely in his arms and let him have his way with me. Sensing my complete surrender, the strong ex- Marine lay me down on my back once again, moved a pillow under my ass and set to fucking me off.

The longer, faster and deeper he fucked me the closer and closer I got to getting off. I could already tell that at some point I was going to have a momentous orgasm without even touching myself. My naked and unprotected cockknob was pressed between our bellies, it's sensitive underside fully exposed to the movements of Primer's hairy belly. For an amazing period of time, the man fucked me full tilt time and time again, only to rest with slow and deep probings every once in a while. Finally on one of his sprints, I began losing control.

"AW, NO!" I wailed. "You're gonna make me cum!"

"Oh, yah! Fuckin' get your nut, Stud! Give your cum to Daddy." Those words brought me even closer. I felt my prostate swell up and get hard. That condition wasn't missed by Primer. "Oh, fuck yah!" he rasped as his knob raked over it time and time again. I was feeling that familiar buzz in my balls that told me that I was going to spew soon. Grabbing Primer's face, I sucked on his tongue. Being a world class kisser, he picked up the slack and breathed heavy through his mouth as he worked on mine. Fast and deep from all the way out to all the way in, his cock moved in me. I started shaking.

"Gonna cum, Daddy!" I reported.

"Good Boy! Show Daddy your stuff!"

"Oh fuck, Sir! You're making me shoot!" I warned as my prostate locked and loaded. Primer hips were in a blur delivering over and over the 8 inches I needed so desperately. I couldn't help myself against his advances. My toes curled, my legs shook, my hole spasmed around his rooting rod and it all came to a head just nanoseconds before I fired rope after rope of Gyrene goo all over our chests and bellies. Apparently the feel of me spewing was all Primer needed. As soon as the first jets coated the space between us, his hips went into overdrive. Just a few seconds before I started coming out of the post orgasmic fog, my man let loose with a load of ball beer that tested my butt's ability for storage. Frozen balls deep into place, that fucking Jarhead jetted jizz inside of me like no tomorrow. With his balls snapped tight against his shaft, he pumped me full of his seed.

When it was all over I knew that I'd been bred. We'd been at it for some time and, even though we were hungry, the exhaustion took over and we fell asleep for a long nap. He finally woke up around midnight and went into the kitchen to scrounge up something to eat. I rolled out of bed and joined him. After sating ourselves at the table we returned once again to bed where the bigger and stronger man maneuvered me onto all fours where he proceeded to put it to me once again. That night was definitely a turning point in our relationship.

Over the next couple of months we slipped deeper and deeper into an intense and monogamous thing. I spent practically every waking hour off base at his place with him and Gunner was a real prince about the whole thing. We hardly ever saw him. It was like having the place to ourselves. Looking back at those days I realize that we could have never sustained the pace we were relating at. As they say, all good things.....

I'll never forget the night that it all came crashing down. Primer was home when I walked in the door. Gunner was there as well, though he split almost immediately. I thought he was taking off to give Primer and I some privacy, but now that I look back on it, the sheepish look on his face should have tipped me off. I was very young (19) and didn't pick up on the somber mood in the house. Primer took me in his arms, as he always did, and kissed me purposefully. There was a sense of urgency to him.

"I love you, Sean" he sighed as we stood in the Kitchen.

"Yes, Sir. I know that" I affirmed. "I love you too." He reacted by becoming even more amorous than usual. Everything was more than usual. He paid more attention to me than usual. He was even more sensual than usual. He took me into his bed. That was unusual for that hour. He made love to me for an incredible period of time. All the while he kept telling me that he loved me. This young-and-dumb-full-of-cum 19 year-old Gyrene just ate it up. It was the best lovemaking session we'd had in a long time. He'd spent nearly an hour with his cock up my ass, sending me to the moon. He'd been incredibly attentive and masterfully loving. Afterward, I lay in his arms basking in the afterglow of an awesome fuck and orgasm. I had a buttful of his cum, he was wrapped around me and the night was young. What more could I possibly want?

"There's something I need to talk about with you" he started.

"Oh?"

"Yah. I've been offered another job"

"Cool!" I replied with youthful exuberance. He chuckled and held me closer.

"It's a great opportunity and there's a substantial pay raise involved"

"So when do you start?"

"In about 30 days" he answered.

"That's great," I said, still unaware of what was coming.

"There's just one thing," he said warily. For the first time I felt some kind of regret or dread. I still didn't understand it, but the feeling was there.

"What's that?" I asked with caution.

"I have to move" he answered quickly, gripping tighter onto me. A bolt of fear shot through me.

"How far away?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Far" is all he said. Instantly, I felt ill.

"How far?" I said, not wanting to hear the answer.

"The east coast" he stated flatly. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Instinctively, I tried to crawl out of bed but he just held me closer.

"Stay" was all he said. Everything started spinning through my head all at once. I flashed on the apartment being empty in a month and me stranded in California without him. It was more than I could handle. I struggled to wrestle myself free from him. He could have held me there, but he allowed me to pull free. Springing up, I bolted to the foot of the bed where my clothes were. Grabbing them, I started dressing.

"You're not going anywhere," he calmly said.

"Oh, yah?" I shot back.

"I mean it, Sean" he said with emphasis. "You've got to stay here and talk this over"

"The hell I do!" I spat, looking at him. I was starting to lose it and I sure as hell didn't want Primer to see me do it.

"Please stay" he pleaded.

"No can do, Sir!" I answered. My lower lip was starting to shake. My eyes were full of tears. I struggled to get my pants on.

"You can't go!" he raised his voice.

"Why not? You are!" I stabbed. The hurt in his eyes was instant. I'd cut deep. If I could have taken the words back I would have. He looked pained. He was hurting and that tore me up even more.

"Where are you going?" His voice was shaking.

"I dunno" I said honestly. "I just have to get out of here." I continued to dress.

"I'm begging you, Baby Blue!" he choked, "Don't leave here tonight"

I was mad and hurt and nearly speechless at the same time. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks and it pissed me off that I couldn't control it. I'd been able to get my pants and shirt on. Grabbing my boots and socks I said, "I gotta get away from here" and headed for the bedroom door. Suddenly he jumped up and grabbed my hands. He looked me right in the eyes. Tears were flowing from his as well.

"Don't do it!" he whispered.

"Goodbye, Sir!" was all I could choke out before I couldn't talk anymore. I pulled free of his grip, spun around and walked out. Crossing the Living Room, I was holding it together pretty good until just before I reached the front door.

"GODDAMN IT, SEAN!" he yelled from the hallway, "FUCKIN' THINK WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" Instinctively, I turned to look at him. His face was all contorted and he was obviously in a lot of pain.

"What's to think, Sir?" I sobbed, "It's fuckin' over." He hung his head.

"You're making this so hard, Babe" was all he said. "I'm asking you again not to leave"

"Why shouldn't I?" I stuttered.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" he yelled, slowly walking towards me.

"Oh, yah?" I challenged. My youth and inexperience was really beginning to show. "Fuckin' funny of showing it, Sir!"

"And you love me" he rasped, ignoring my statement. That got me. I was riveted to the spot. I dropped my boots. We stood for a moment looking at one another about 15 feet apart. All the emotion of the moment ganged up on me.

"What the fuck are we gonna do, Sir?" was all I could mutter before I broke down. Primer crossed the room in record time and held me in his arms. I couldn't control my sobbing. I gripped him tightly.

"I dunno, Baby Blue!" was all he could say.

"You can't go! You can't go!" I choked. "You can't leave me here, Prime. I've got 2 years left in the Corps. I'll never get a transfer"

"I know, I know"

"What the fuck am I gonna do?"

"You'll be ok, Stud" he soothed, "We'll figure it out." He always had a way of making things better. But he knew there was no way things were going to be better. He knew that he'd move away and we'd drift apart. He knew I'd get restless and wander. He knew that no matter how hard I'd try, my youth would get the better of me. Primer knew he was going to lose me the second he accepted the job on the east coast. It was a great job promotion and a fantastic career move. And it had major personal consequences. Through all that, Primer knew that he'd made the correct decision. It would take me a long, long time to get over that and years before I saw things through Primer's eyes.