A Few Good Men 6: Sergeant Armando Contreras: Initiation
Note: The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 5, 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 next thing I saw was light coming in through the window. It was 07:00 hours and, despite the fact that we'd only been asleep a few hours, I was wide-awake. It was an hour later than I was used to rising. Contreras was sound-asleep. He didn't even have a morning hardon yet. Slipping from his arms, I stole out of bed. Grabbing my ditty bag, I made my way to the head. Sleepily, I moved through my normal morning routine before jumping into the shower.
The hot water felt refreshing as it rushed over my body, washing our leavings away. Hoping that the action between my Sergeant and I would continue, I carefully cleaned myself inside and out. Just the thought of him sleeping nude in the other room made me horny all over again. When I'd finished cleaning myself my asslips were swollen and sensitive to the touch. That made me crave him even more. I heard him come into the bathroom and piss.
"Morning, Stud" he called out. I was standing with my foot up on the side of the tub and fingering my horny hole. My natural butt lube had coated my fingers and they were buried to the web.
"Morning, Sir!" I called out from the shower, never missing a beat.
While he washed up and brushed his teeth, I continued to diddle myself just a few feet away. I was too far into it to stop. While the hot water rained down on the front of me, I worked my boner while my butt sucked at the 3 fingers I had stuffed inside. I was really getting into it when suddenly I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh. I craned my neck to see what was going on behind me only to see that he'd parted the shower curtain slightly and was transfixed on my ass. He saw me move my head. We made eye contact.
"What's goin' on here, Country Boy?" he cooed as he ran his hand over my ass and into the crack.
"I got a little horny, Sir" I rasped.
"I can see that, Little Man" he smiled. "Can two play this game?"
"Two is better than one" I stammered. He immediately stepped into the shower and wrapped himself around the backside of me. After pulling my fingers out of my butt, he ran his own over my slick asslips.
"All clean?"
"Inside and out"
"Good boy!" he spat, slipping one of his fingers past my sphincter. I was so hot for him that there wasn't even a hint of resistance as he slowly slid it in to his knuckle. The friction of his unlubricated digit against the walls of my slippery asscunt caused my hole to restrict around him, squeezing more butt lube out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yah!" I purred as he began to work my hole. He bent me over for a better angle into my guts. Warm water poured over my back and all over the front of him.
"Oh, fuck, Man!" he whispered. "You're so fucking wet and warm inside." He pulled his finger out and replaced it with another. Slowly fucking it in and out, he had my manhole gaping in no time. When he did, he wasted no time fingering me with two fingers. The friction felt odd but totally pleasurable. My butt muscles alternately gaped and undulated around his probing digits.
"Oh, Sergeant!" I called out, wrapping my fist around my pulsating pud. As soon as I did, my hole clamped down tight on his fingers.
"Take your hand off your dick, baby" he cooed. "I want you open and loose." I did what I was told. Putting my hands on my knees, I bent over further and pushed my fuck tunnel down on his hand. I was pretty certain that I was going to get fucked soon and the thought of that made me whorish. In no time I had a gaping and oozing fuckhole that my Sergeant was working with 3 fingers. He moved in closer and I could feel his hard prick up against my leg.
"That's it, Sarge!" I panted as he pushed against my prostate. A solid line of precum flowed from the head of my dick into the water running down the drain. I held on to the soap tray and pushed my butt back into the strong man's moves.
"I'm gonna have to put it to yah, Boy" he stated as he rubbed his cock against my asscheeks.
"Go easy on me, Sir" I pleaded. I mean, I was hot for him big time, but I was nervous about the size of him. We had no lube and I didn't have any poppers either.
"We're gonna take it slow" he announced. The walls of my mancunt were inflamed. Copious amounts of butt lube was flowing out of me as fast as my hole could make it. Sarge spread it over his raging rod as he rubbed it across my asslips.
As he removed his fingers, my confused sphincter started closing. Before it clamped shut, Contreras moved his knob into position. With just a bit of pressure, he popped just inside of me before stopping. If he'd pushed any further it would have hurt like hell. But he didn't. With just the head of his dick inside of me, he ran his hands all over my back. Leaning over me, he gently squeezed my tits. That action set me on fire! Each time he squeezed it sent a bolt of electricity to my groin. My hole relaxed around his powerful prick. Despite that, he didn't push any deeper inside of me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned.
"You ok, Stud?" he asked.
"Oh, fuck yah!"
"Doesn't hurt?"
"No!" I lied. He pushed a couple of inches in. It fucking hurt like hell!
"Oh stop, oh stop, oh stop!" I pleaded. He instantly pulled back. "Don't pull out!" I instructed.
"Ok, baby, let's just take it slow" he soothed, leaving just the head inside again. "Do you wanna stop?"
"No way" I said, "just give me a moment to get used to it"
"Yah, there's a lot of meat there, Stud. You sure you're up to it?"
His concern was genuine. That and the way he was touching me went far in relaxing me. We worked at it for a couple of minutes until I just had to have him. I reached the point that I didn't care how much it hurt. I needed to be taken by him.
"Give it to me slow, Sir" I begged.
"You take it as you can, Boy" he instructed. And so I did. Slowly I began backing up on that steel hardness. It wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever taken but then I wasn't fully lubed up either. I humped and withdrew my butt on the length of him, letting only the discomfort of his girth stop me. The more I did it, the more I wanted it. It wasn't too long before I was fucking myself on 4 or 5 inches of him. It felt so good. Especially when his hardness raked over my joy button. Once I started working that my hole flared open some more. That's when I had the overwhelming urge to be penetrated deeply. I don't know what got into me---no pun intended---but I suddenly pushed back hard and impaled myself on that Rican rod. It hurt at first, but I took it like a man. Like a Marine.
At that moment I understood why we were called Grunts, because that's what I did. I grunted hard and held my guts tight to the invasion. All the stories of hard bodied men in the Corps training for pain tolerance and endurance came back to me. One tale that told is that all Marines loved to get fucked in the ass. Though I could personally attest to it, I knew that it wasn't true. It painted a pretty picture though. I thought of another story that told of Grunts going to a bathhouse to take on as many men as would fuck them in one night. I'd actually met a guy at my first duty station that did it. He'd plant himself on all fours with his back and butt toward the door and take on all comers. By the end of the night he'd been bred by countless men who'd just walk in, push their hard cocks inside of him, fuck and rut until they got their nut and then leave. For the next several days after that this guy was so sore he could hardly walk. But he'd go right back and do it again the next week. Grunting all the time.
"Fuck, Sean!" he hissed. "You've taken almost all of me!" With all that was going on at that time, I remember being pleased that he'd actually called me by my first name. I was sure it was the first time.
"Give me a minute, Sir and then fuck this man's ass!"
"You couldn't stop me now, Country Boy"
"Just let me get used to it" I stuttered, trying to move fuck myself onto him. I hissed and held still.
"You ok, Baby?"
"Yah!" I grunted. "Jesus, Sir! That's a big fucking dick!"
"Yah, it's a lot to take. We don't have to do this you know," he said compassionately.
"Oh, yes we do!" I announced, holding him in place. After a minute of slow jabs we both started moving in unison. Then his hips started bucking. I pushed out against him, letting him fuck deeper into me. Before long he was fucking me at a pretty good clip, but it was hard for me to remain on my feet. The water in the shower had changed from warm to tepid and was headed toward cold when my Sergeant took control of the situation.
"Turn off the water" he ordered. I did so while he pulled the shower curtain back. "Let's get you on the bed, ok?"
"Uh, huh" was all I could answer. He started to pull out before I shouted, "No! Don't pull out!"
"No problem! No problem!" he laughed. Pulling me up until I had my back against his chest he wrapped his arms around me and gripped on tight. "Pull your legs up, Stud!" he whispered in my ear. With caution, I lifted my right leg and hooked my foot behind his knee. "Go ahead, lift up the other one," he encouraged, lifting me up. When my foot came off the ground I wrapped it behind him like the other. I was fully impaled on the man's cock and the realization didn't escape me.
The bigger and stronger man then slowly stepped out of the tub one foot at a time, carrying me with him. Soaking wet, he cock-walked me all the way to the bed where he attempted to set me down easy. Well, the intent was good but the execution was a little difficult. What ended up happening is that the two of us fell onto the bed, driving his poker deep inside of me. I needed a little time to recover from that so, for a couple of minutes, we just lay there. When I thought I'd recovered, I started bucking my butt up onto his hardness. It felt great and before long he was making his manly moves inside of me. That lasted just a couple of minutes before I had to call a stop to it. There simply wasn't enough lubricant and I was started to hurt.
"I need a break, Sergeant" I announced.
"No problem. What's up?" he asked as he slowly withdrew his turgid tubesteak from my guts.
"Not enough lube"
"Got any?"
"In my bag." He jumped up and rummaged around until he found it.
Returning, he spread the slick gel in my asscrack. Then he started probing my guts with his fingers once again. I was a little sore from the earlier action but the magic he was making with his fingers felt too good to stop him. The man was a master at ass work. Using plenty of lube, he fucked my sphincter open once again. Then he pushed the small bottle into my hole and squeezed gobs of the slippery stuff inside of me. In a flash he plugged my gaping gash with the spongy knob of his weapon. Ever so slowly and with steady pressure, he filled me with almost all 9 inches of the hardest and horniest man tamer I'd known in quite a while. He hit bottom with about 2 inches to go and I made him stop. That's when he started a slow and easy fuck that felt good right from the start. Though taking dick on my stomach is not my favorite way of fucking, with Contreras it was awesome.
"That's it, Sean" he purred. "You just relax and take my dick, baby!"
"Fuck me in the ass, Sir!" I begged.
"Oh, yah! We're in the groove now, aren't we, Stud?"
"UHHHHHHH HUUUUHHHH!" I groaned as I pushed my hole back onto his cock.
"Fuck yah! Grind that ass on that cock, baby!" he encouraged.
"Do me, Sarge! Do me deep" I pleaded. The movement of his meat inside of me stirred something in my guts that made me want to take his dick forever. The bigger man pushed deeper into me and banged painfully against that second sphincter deep inside. "UHHHHHHHHH!" I groaned in pain. He pulled back a bit but never stopped putting it to me. Once he'd withdrawn a couple of inches we were back to nirvana.
For the next several minutes he dick danced me around the bed. The action was so intense in my ass that I alternately crawled away from him only to push back and impale myself as deep as I could stand. Contreras was really getting into the fuck. His breathing was labored and his hips were pile-driving his fuckpole faster and faster into my tender flesh. My hole was a little sore and the heavy action made it impossible to hold muscle control for a prolonged period. Finally I just surrendered to the moves of my top man. It seemed like all my muscles relaxed, including the ring holding tight against the exquisite girth of the man rutting inside of me.
"OH, WOW!" he hoarsed as all resistance against his brutal bone ceased. "Now that's a hot fuckin' hole, Sean!"
"Uhhhhh!" was all I could say. Actually he fucked that groan out of me every time he speared into me. Collapsing directly on top of me the strong man tore into me with tremendous strength. Kicking my legs further apart he ground his short curlies against my gaping asslips. For the next several minutes I was a wide open fuck tunnel giving in to the needs of a man in search of his nut. Faster and faster he fucked until I could no longer feel his saggy ballsac slamming into my own as he bottomed out in my butt.
I reveled in the feel of being used by the man. And what a man he was. Everything about him exuded maleness. He bit my neck like the male animal that he was. The fur mashed against my body was matted with the sweat of a man. The heady scent of a man permeated the air. He pulled and clawed with the strength of a man. And his hard sword slashed through my slick flesh like a knife through butter as he propelled himself toward shooting his load. His single instinctive purpose was to plant his seed and he was masterful at it. In his quest for friction, the strong man fucked me shallow, plunging in and out of what semblance of a sphincter I had at the moment.
Despite the heavy-duty assfucking I was getting, I was hard as a rock. He'd fucked a steady flow of precum out of me for long enough that my naked knob was swimming in it as it was mashed into the sheets. Simply by being on the receiving end of a glorious fuck from that Puerto Rican god I myself was being propelled to an orgasm. Finally it was obvious that he was getting very close to getting off. Short, quick jabs suddenly turned into long and deep dives and then he buried himself to the balls as he bathed my guts in ball beer.
"FUCKIN' CREAMING YOUR GUTS, GYRENE! TAKE MY CUM! TAKE MY CUM! TAKE MY CUM!" he screamed as his spooge scalded my entrails. That awesome sensation of being filled with a man's warm spew emanated from the depths of my ass. He never stopped fucking me until he'd pumped out every drop of semen into me. After he came he lay on my back pawing away at me.
He was still breathing hard when he rolled me onto my side. Wrapping his hand around my woody, my Sergeant stroked me while he licked and nipped on my neck and ears. What a sensation! Filled with 9 fat inches of some of Uncle Sam's finest meat while a callused hand slick with lube played with my skin flute. I only lasted a couple of minutes before I surrendered to the throes of a mind blowing ball buster. I held off as long as I could before painting the sheets with my spew.
When it was all over we just lay there soaking in the feel of one another. I don't know how long that lasted, but eventually Contreras' softening cock slid from my butt, leaving me empty. Then he got up and headed for the shower. I rolled over onto my belly totally fucked out. It didn't matter that I was lying in the puddle of my own cum. I was so contented. I think I drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remember was the feel of Contreras playing with my butt.
"Wake up, Country Boy" he cooed as he slid fingers along my gaping gash. I was really wet and open.
"Oh, Man! That feels good!" I hoarsed as I pushed my butt at him. He slid one finger inside and mined some of the slick before sliding a second one in.
"Fuck!" he panted. "You are so fucking wet and open. I could just fuck you all day!"
"I need it, Sir!"
"You do. And I'll just bet you could take dick all day too, huh?"
"All day" I pronounced.
"Fuckin' hot hole!" he groaned. "But we don't have time now for another fuck. We'll have to get it on later"
"What's up?" I queried, teasing him by pushing my ass up onto his probing digits as I got onto all fours. He responded by spreading my sphincter with his two fingers and playing with my asslips.
"Oh, Stud, this is one hot and juicy butt. I'm gonna fuck it later like no man has ever done"
"Do me now, Sir!" I plead.
"Not now, Baby. We've got to go get those guys and have some breakfast. You gotta get up"
"I am up!" I announced as I reached down and wrapped my hand around my hardness.
"Yah, and so am I. But we gotta get out of here and spend some time with those guys for at least a couple of hours" he replied as he slowly slid out of me.
"Don't pull out!" I begged. It was too late.
"C'mon, get your ass up!" he commanded, smacking me on the butt.
Reluctantly, I got up and took another shower. Rinsing our fuck from my insides left me with a fuckhole that was singing. I felt alive as I vigorously toweled myself dry. When I stepped into a fresh pair of briefs I loved the feel of the cotton wrapping itself around my hard asscheeks. I threw on a pair of shorts and a body shirt and we headed out the door. Everything seemed to make me feel good. After all, I was with the man I'd been so hot after. The sexual ice had been broken between us and it was clear we were in for one helluva good time, if only for the weekend. He was even more of a Stud than I'd hoped for. And he was so fucking handsome and built as I looked over at him driving us down Hollywood Boulevard. What a hot man I'd gotten my hands on! My sore buttlips flared, kissing the cotton of my briefs. I ground my butt into the seat to prolong that feeling. Nothing like having an ass on fire!
We reached Smythe and Kozinski's room and Contreras pounded on the door with authority. It took a couple of times in a minute or so, but the door finally opened. Standing there was a sleepy eyed Kozinski who let us in when he recognized us. When we stepped inside I saw that awesome body covered in copper colored fur. Then I noticed that the boxers he had on could hardly contain his massive boner. This guy was super- fucking hung! Sticking nearly straight up and tangled in that white fabric was probably the biggest cock I'd ever laid eyes on. The front of his shorts was so tented that the waistband had pulled away from the man's hard and flat stomach. If I'd had been standing closer to him I could have looked right down and seen his cock and balls. When he turned around to jump back on his bed I saw that the boxers were pulled so tight against his butt that there was nothing left to the imagination. He stretched out on the bed with that gorgeous fucking ass in view. I wanted to crawl down and eat it on the spot. My line of vision was not missed by Contreras. We had quick eye contact and a smile radiated between us. He knew what I was thinking. Smythe was sound-asleep in the other bed. The room reeked of beer and heavy manscent. The kind of scent that is brewed in a man's armpits, then steeped with testosterone in his balls. The scent of a man's crotch and butt. The unmistakable scent of men. My cock stirred.
"Come on ladies!" Contreras barked, "It's time to hit the floor and head on out!" He reminded me of a DI I had in boot camp.
"Oh, Man!" Kozinski said. "It's too early." Smythe stirred. They were obviously hung over.
"What fucking time is it?" he mumbled.
"It's almost 09:00 hours!" Contreras shouted, "You ladies gonna sleep the day away or what?"
A pillow flew toward us from Kozinski's bed. "Fuck you!" he groaned into the bed.
Contreras was not deterred. Walking over between the beds, he smacked Kozinski on the ass and slapped Smythe upside the head. "C'mon! Get your asses up! Get moving." Both of them groaned and rolled over. There was that fucking lightening rod Kozinski called his dick. Fuck, it was big! Eventually, with a little more prodding from Contreras the guys got up. From the looks of them, they were really hurting. Smythe was the first to stumble to the head. I admired his hard and tight body as he walked across the room. After a couple of minutes we heard the shower going. Kozinski sat up in bed. For a few minutes we had a conversation with him.
"What happened to you guys last night?" he asked.
"We had car trouble. Blew a belt" Contreras answered.
"Ah!" he nodded. "How late did you get in?"
"About 23:00 hours. This place was already full. We were damned lucky to find a room down the street"
"Yah, most places were when we got here. Must be a convention in town or something"
"I hope it's a convention of hookers" Smythe shot from the doorway of the head. He was still dripping from the shower. "I need to get laid!"
"Yah, and a hooker's the only woman that's gonna have anything to do with you!" Kozinski teased on his way to the head.
"Don't you worry about it, `Ski" he said as he ripped the towel from his waist and snapped the other man on the ass. That left Smythe standing there naked as the day he was born. His cock was decent sized soft and his balls were just normal. But the outstanding thing about him was that the pubic hair around them was almost as blond as that on his head. It was pleasing to the eyes.
"What did you guys do last night?" Contreras asked Smythe as he put on a pair of shorts.
"Drank beer and looked for pussy" the fair skinned man answered.
"Any luck?" I asked.
"Drank a lot of beer" he answered with a smile.
"Hmmmmmm" Contreras said, "so neither one of you got laid"
"That's an affirmative" Smythe nodded.
"Shit! You'll both be fucking grouchy all day. There'll be no living with you!" Contreras teased.
"That's only half true" Smythe chided.
"Yah?" I mused.
"Yah. I met this girl last night. She had to work. Gonna meet her later and get some action!" he proclaimed.
"Good for you" Contreras complimented. I flashed on what Smythe would look like all hard and in action. He had a great Marine's body and I'm sure that cock I saw earlier could swell up to something respectable. It probably looks great surrounded by that blond hair. Then I thought about his big fucking mouth. He just turned people off when he opened it. No wonder he didn't get laid all the time.
"What about `Ski?" Contreras asked.
"He struck out again" Smythe answered. There was an unspoken understanding in that statement between the two of them. I knew it was referring to the fact that Kozinski was not the best looking guy in the world. In fact he was kind of homely. But that fucking body! That was right out there for the whole world to see. It had turned my head a time or two. Made me see him in a different light. And little did women know that he had a fucking cock that could take them to the moon. Now that I'd seen that it made me see Kozinski in a new way. On one hand I felt sorry for the guy. On the other I was strangely attracted to him.
The four of us headed out and had breakfast. Then they wanted to walk down Hollywood Boulevard and see all the stars in the sidewalk. It was kind of interesting to this Texan boy, but not what I'd expected. When you're growing up in rural Texas all you hear is that Hollywood is glamorous and full of movie stars. All I could see was seedy shops, run down apartments, cheap-ass Motels and a whole bunch of weird people. People with blue hair, body sized tattoos, a series of safety pins in their ears and noses and lots of street people. It wasn't at all appealing.
We weren't out for an hour when Kozinski and Smythe hooked up with two women. I was pretty sure they weren't hookers. It seems they hit it off pretty well. Contreras and I stood for about 15 minutes while those guys talked to these girls. It seemed that they were all made for each other. Smythe was working this one that was loud and brash with a Brooklyn accent. Perfect for him. Kozinski on the other hand was making time with her girlfriend. She had huge tits and a nice butt on her. But the face! The girl had been beaten with an ugly stick. Kozinski simply moved in on her. It was amazing to watch. Totally motivated by his dick, he seemed to woo her with sweet talk. He looked over to us, then approached.
"Hey, guys" he started, "um-----it looks like-----um" he stammered.
"Looks like you're gonna get your weenie wet, `Ski" Contreras completed the thought.
Kozinski smiled broadly. "Yah it does at that, Sergeant!" he proclaimed proudly.
"Don't worry about us" Contreras admonished. "We'll find something to do," he said, winking at me. My butthole flared.
"You sure?" Kozinski asked.
"We're sure" I answered. "You go and have a good time"
"Thanks, guys!" he beamed, turning away.
"Hey!" I snapped. He turned around. "Does she know what she's in for?" referring to his big dick.
The man smiled sheepishly and looked down at the sidewalk. "I'm gonna make sure she finds out!" he chuckled.
"Go get her!" Contreras challenged. And with that he turned and joined the other 3. Smythe simply waved and walked away with his arm around "his" girl, who was running her mouth the whole fucking time.
"Now there's a match made in heaven" Contreras proclaimed as we started walking down the sidewalk the opposite way.
"Which one?" I asked.
"Both of `em actually"
"Yah, I was thinking the same thing" I continued. "Especially Kozinski"
"Yah, me too. I don't really give a shit about Smythe, but `Ski has it rough"
"How so?" I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.
"Well, first of all his face isn't exactly pretty"
"Yah, so. His body is fucking gorgeous"
"That it is, Country Boy. But apparently that's not enough for most women. He has a tough time meeting them. A lot of that is just his low self esteem. Then there's his other problem" Contreras said with an air of amusement in his voice.
"That big fucking dick?" I grinned.
"Yah!" he smiled broadly, shaking his head, "can you believe that thing?"
"That's the biggest dick I've ever seen!"
"For sure!"
"So what's the problem?" I laughed.
Contreras got a little more serious. "I guess it's a problem with a lot of women"
"Really?"
"Yah. `Ski says that a lot of girls won't fuck when they see it"
"Poor guy!"
"Yah. Can you imagine not being able to fuck?"
"Shit no! It's only been a few hours and I can hardly stand it myself"
He pushed my shoulder. "You're insatiable, Stud!"
"You're just figuring that out?" I shot back.
"Man, oh Man!" he hoarsed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder briefly. Like a buddy would. "You make me so horny!"
"Likewise"
"Yah?"
"Fuck yah, Sir! You make me wanna put out for you"
"You really like to do that, huh?"
I turned and stopped. Looking him straight in the eyes I said seriously, "It's what I am, Sir. It's what I crave. It's what I need"
"Fuck, Stud!" he rasped, looking both ways down the sidewalk. He continued, "I'm blown away. I mean I love fucking with you, but----um- ----I-----uh----don't think I can ever reciprocate"
"You mean put out for me?" I completed the thought.
"Yah" he answered, once again looking around nervously.
I laughed. "Is that what you thought I meant?"
"Well, yah. You said you liked doing that," he said innocently. He was so fucking hot. "What are you laughing at?" he asked, smiling.
"This really is new to you, huh?"
"Well, yah" he answered softly. He looked so vulnerable at that moment. Like a man pouring his heart out. I ached for him.
"God, you make me want to put out on the spot!"
"And you make me want to put it to you" he smiled, "but I'm a little confused"
"Let's go back to the room and it'll all become crystal clear" I explained.
When we got back to the room we were hardly in the door before he was all over me. Wrapping his arms around me from the back he spoke from his heart. "I don't ever want to let you go, Stud!"
I responded by turning around in his grip, pressing the front of our bodies together. Looking up into those big brown eyes, "Then don't" is all I said.
"Oh, Sean!" he replied, squeezing me with his powerful arms.
"Take me, Armando" I begged, using his first name for the first time. That didn't go unnoticed. He swelled with pride as his cock swelled harder.
Because it was the most natural thing in the world to do, our lips simply moved together into the first kiss we'd shared between us. It was awesome. I mean we'd played around together and came. We'd blown each other and even cum in our mouths. We'd even fucked that morning. But none of it held a candle to how we both obviously felt when we kissed. It was like a whole new door opening. Our buddies would have shit if they'd seen us. There we were. Two of Uncle Sam's finest wrapped in one another's arms, their tongues dueling like no tomorrow. What happened after that was a slow and natural series of events that eventually led to us naked in bed.
If Contreras was anything, he was a world class kisser. I should know. I can unabashedly say that I've been one all my life. We rolled around on that Motel bed, sucking face for an eternity before we even explored one another's body. The room was bright. The curtains we're open, letting the sunshine in, but the sheers were drawn for privacy. Not that it would have mattered to us. We were the only two people in the world at that moment. I have no idea how long we were at it, but I know that we spent hours exploring every inch of one another's body in that brightly lit room.
I remember sitting on top of him and looking down into his eyes. While his hands roamed all over my body, mine did the same. That handsome face and those fucking big brown-black eyes were staring up at me. Even though it was early afternoon, his face was shadowed with growth from his thick beard. I grabbed onto his hard pecs and squeezed, watching the look of lust in his eyes intensify when I worked his nipples. I couldn't help myself but grab on to his big arms. Hard as a rock, they screamed muscle. The thick fur on his body started at his thick neck, swirled around his chest and covered his belly before diving into this groin area which I was sitting on. His thick Anaconda was pulsating against my milk-white ass cheeks. I was consumed with lust for this Latin hunk and wanted to give it up to him.
I couldn't stand it any more. I had to have him. Reaching up to the nightstand I retrieved my bottle of lube. Squirting a healthy amount up my ass, I spread a large amount on his cock. Armando was just lying there with his hands gripping on to the headboard. He looked down at his chorizo, which I was holding straight out from his body. He watched in amazement as my asslips reached out and kissed his naked knob, slick with his man honey. Pushing down, I was able to pop his glans just inside of me before resting a bit. Smiling, he looked up at me.
"Hot fucking man" he stated.
"Yah?"
"Oh, yah! You've got my cock so fucking hard!"
"So, whaddya gonna do about it, Stud?"
"I'm gonna watch while you fuck yourself up and down on it. And when you tire of that, I'm gonna roll you over and pound you into the mattress"
"Oh, fuck, Armando!" I trembled as I slid down on his turgid tube.
"YAAHHHH!" he hoarsed as my white-hot ass guts engulfed him. "Goddamn, Sean! You are fucking amazing!" he said.
"Like that?" I asked, barely able to speak. The sensation of being filled by the man was taking my breath away.
"Oh, you have no idea how damned good that feels!" he rasped.
"It couldn't feel any better than it does on this end" I whispered as I sat further down on the pole.
"Your ass is so fucking warm!"
"Your cock is so fucking hard!"
"Sit down on it! Take it all inside of you"
"Make me take it, Armando!" I pleaded. Pushing his hips up he pulled my ass further down on him, driving another couple of inches inside my manhole. I was on fire!
"Open up for me, Sean" he spat. Just the thought of doing so made my butthole gape. Another couple of inches slid inside of me. His eyes rolled back in his head. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. Just seeing him lying there, feeding me dick got the best of me. I sat down abruptly on his cock. Pushing out against the discomfort, my hole flared, pushing my distended ass lips against his gonads. I was all the way down on his huge tool! It felt great yet there was a bit of discomfort deep inside of me.
For about 15 fabulous fucking minutes I bucked and ground up and down on that powerful prick while he lay there with his hands intertwined in the headboard like he was handcuffed there. Because I was in complete control of the angle of penetration I kept the action going so that it was nothing but pure and unbridled buttfucking pleasure. Alternating faster then slower, deeper then shallower, on and off, in and out, I succeeded in nearly fucking myself off. I didn't dare touch my tortured tool which jutted hard and straight up from my short curlies. I was really on a roll when the action got the best of Contreras. I could tell he was getting close, as I was sitting on his tightened ballsac each time I bottomed out on his glorious gladiator.
Finally the action was too much for him to be merely a bystander, as it were. He grabbed my hips and forced his cock in and out of me with an intensity that had lay dormant for quite a while. As any man will do, he fucked his cock deep inside of me for maximum friction. From the bed he was pounding his prick into my hole.
"Turn around, Baby!" he commanded. I started getting up. "Don't pull off of it!"
Sitting down full length on his manmeat, I spun around until I was facing away from him. What a feeling that was to have a slab of beef like that turning inside of me! With great force, the man sat up and pushed me onto all fours. Not once did his cock pop out of the comfort and safety of my mancunt. With me in a subservient position and he on his knees, he started humping my hole like a man possessed. At the same time he reached under me and worked my man tool. Inside of a few minutes and he was nearly over the edge, taking me right along with him.
It seemed like only seconds later that he was coating my guts with a big load of cock snot. As soon as I felt that awesome sensation of the heat of spew filling up my guts, I rocketed off all over the sheets. The man was a butt master. Thankfully, he didn't fuck me hard while we were getting our rocks off. At the same time, his moves made it clear that I was being butt-bred by a he-man and not some twink. Once again, there the two of us were. Me freshly fucked and my Sergeant, my butt master. All fucked out and sleepy with sex.
Laying down in the mess of my spunk, I carried the man with me. He lay on my back with his still throbbing terrorizer lodged firmly in my guts. We drifted off for a nap in a post coital dream fog. My fuck tunnel wrapped around my Sergeant's manhood. Happy as can be. Some time later I woke when his prod slipped out of me. He took that opportunity to move us slide down to my side. With his hand cupping my hard buns, he slipped his fuck finger inside of me. Mining my depths for the sick of his spooge mixed with my own butt slime, he pleasured me slowly.
"I'm gonna give you about a thousand years to knock that shit off, Sir!" I groaned.
Moving his finger around gently, he found my joy button, which he pressed against easily. "I could spend a thousand years exploring your butt, Sean"
"That's what I wanna hear, Sir!" I moaned.
"You really like taking dick, don't you, Stud?" he whispered as he fingered by gash.
"Uh, huh. I'm a bottom, Sarge" I informed him.
"Ahhh! And because I like to fuck ass, I'm a top!" he said as the light when on in his head. It was nice knowing that he'd figured it out.
"Yah. And you're my top" I moaned as I drifted off to continue my nap.
When I awoke an hour later, Armando was sound-asleep. I stole out of bed and headed to the can for a well needed shower. Inside of a few minutes I'd rinsed myself inside and out and was standing in the doorway of the head watching my Sergeant straighten up the room. Pushing his way through the bathroom door, he squeezed close and gripped me. After he planted a wet one on me, he moved to the shower to wash the heady manscent off of him.
For the rest of that afternoon and into the evening we drove around the city while he showed me the sights of Los Angeles and Hollywood. There seemed to be hoards of gay men of all kinds everywhere. Of course, the ones that stood out were the stereotypical ones. But still there seemed to be a lot of regular looking guys everywhere. You couldn't help but wonder if they were all gay.
That evening, Armando took me to a little restaurant that served Caribbean food. It was a little hole-in-the-wall place that served great Puerto Rican and other Carib dishes. I ate fried bananas, or plantains, there for the first time. I also tasted the hottest fucking salsa I'd ever had. And that's something coming from a Texan raised in an area with a heavy Spanish influence. After dinner we walked around and gawked at the odd looking people on Hollywood Boulevard. About 22:00 hours we began to get bored. We were heading back to our room when my Sergeant began probing me with questions.
"You wanna go have a beer somewhere?" he asked.
"Sure" I answered enthusiastically. "Know anyplace?"
"Well, actually I do" he grinned.
I liked the grin. "What kind of place is it?"
"Well, it's sorta a men's place"
"A gay bar?" I said with mock surprise.
"Yah" he answered. "You game?"
"Hell, I've been game for years" I teased, playing on his words.
"Funny!" he exclaimed with a hint of unease. "You're so nonchalant about it, Sean"
"Well, Sir, it's what I am" I said honestly.
"I guess," he said, shaking his head. "So I'm guessing you've been to a gay bar before"
I laughed. "Not if you don't count the _________________", naming the one in Oceanside that I can't remember the name of to save my life!
"Shit, Dude! You don't go there do you?" he asked with a bit of horror in his eyes.
"Well, I've been known to visit there on occasion" I answered nonchalantly. "What's up?"
"Fuckin' MPs can bust your ass in there" he stated with genuine concern.
"Hell, I've seen them in there before. No big deal" I soothed.
"No big deal?" he exclaimed. "You could get your ass thrown out of the Corps!"
"Yah, I could at that" I shrugged. I continued with a shit-eating grin, "It's just hasn't played out that way"
"Don't tell me!" he said with surprise. "The MPs?"
"Yup! Had a little session with one of `em early on" I confirmed. Actually I had. He just happened to be a big old closet case bible thumping Christian guy that had an affinity for blow-jobs. He loved them and I loved giving them. I gave him head a couple of times before he got all guilty feeling on me.
Armando stared at me and shook his head. "I've got so much to learn, don't I Country Boy!"
"You sure do, Sir!" I shot back. "Where we headed tonight?" I asked as I unlocked our door.
"I think you'll like it" is all he said as he followed me inside.
We both moved quickly to change our clothes before going out. I disappeared into the head to wash up and when I returned he was decked out in a pair of 501s and a tight olive green tee shirt. He looked fucking hot! Reaching into my bag I retrieved a clean pair of 501s and slid into a very tight bright white tee shirt.
"Goddamn, but you look hot!" he said, appraising me.
"Yah?"
"Fuck-an-A, Gyrene!" he continued. "You're gonna knock `em dead at this place"
"Yah, what kind of place is it?"
"It's Latin, Stud! I'm sure you're gonna like it"
Like it! I loved the place. It was a very busy place that was packed full of Latin men that Saturday night. The music was great. Being a country boy, I was more used to good Country music but not at all unfamiliar with the disco/dance music they played. I really liked it. Contreras and I danced a few times to some hot hits before returning to our standing spot. While sucking on a cold beer, the music changed to some Latin music. The crowd went crazy! Apparently the song playing was popular with everybody because the dance floor filled up in a hurry. Contreras was obviously familiar with the music too, as he stood in place and danced to it. It was a very cool experience for a rural Texan like me to be surrounded by guys of another culture, largely speaking another language.
My Sergeant and I stood against one of the bars in the back of the place, he standing behind and wrapped around me. The bigger and stronger man felt great up against me. Being Jarheads, we'd drawn the attention of several men in the bar. While we stood there guys would come over and speak to us. Of course, because they were speaking Spanish they were really speaking to Contreras. Most were very polite and after a quick visit they moved on. Before long however there was a little crowd in the general vicinity of us. The sight of us was making a sensation. Most of the guys in the crowd were fairly attractive but not all of them were masculine like I like my men. Like most gay bars, there were plenty of queens or chicas as Contreras called them. He translated that to me as "girls".
The Sergeant was having a ball. The gods were smiling down on him that night. His good looks drew more than enough attention from the crowd. Not content with that alone, he sported me about like the proud peacock that he was. It's a Latin thing. Add to that the fact that he was able to habla Espanol, his native tongue. Speaking with several guys, the spoke far faster than I could understand. Finding that the club served a beer he drank at home was another bonus for the Sergeant. He imbibed freely. And although we'd dance once in a while to the dance music, I could tell that is was the Latin music that was the icing on the cake for him. Every time a familiar song came on he'd swoop up one of the crowd and they'd be off to the dance floor to the steps they'd learned years ago as kids. He was really in his element. It was fun to watch him.
Each time he returned he took his rightful place behind me and pressed his hard and sweaty body up to mine. I loved the feel of him. Holding me close, he rubbed his plump prick against my backside. That only served to get me a little hot and bothered. Left alone, that would have been ok. But my Sergeant couldn't stop there. His hands were constantly in motion. Rubbing my nipples, he made them stand up straight and hard through my shirt. Nipping on my ears and kissing my neck only served to further enflame me. Try as I might, I wasn't able to stave off the roaring erection he caused. So there I was. Right out in front of God and everybody with this boner sticking straight up in my jeans, for all-the-world to see. That damned Sergeant knew exactly what he was doing to me.
In the middle of nuzzling and whispering in my ear, he was interrupted by a man who had approached. They conversed very briefly before Contreras introduced him to me.
"Sean, this is Andres" he whispered in my ear.
Looking into the brown eyes in the handsome face, I extended my hand. "Pleased to meet you, Andres," I said. I couldn't help but smile. He smiled too and shook my hand firmly without saying anything. The guy was a fucking knockout.
"He doesn't speak any English" Contreras explained. The two of them continued to converse rapidly. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
Though I couldn't understand everything that was being said, I knew enough Spanish to know that they were talking about me. Every once in a while they would gesture to me. I got the gist that Andres was complimenting Contreras and telling him something to the effect that he was a very lucky man. About 30 and 5'10", he was taller than many of the men in the club. I'd guess he weighed in about 180. He had a nice chest and great arms. He was a very handsome Latino, just like I like `em! The man's voice was very deep and as masculine as he was. Often he looked at me while speaking to the man wrapped around my backside. The words just poured off his lips like honey. And those lips looked all the better surrounding a perfect set of pearly whites. The man was hot. He stroked my Sergeant's ego but-good. Contreras reacted to the man's praises by holding me closer and rubbing my body. Andres was making my Sergeant feel good who in turn made me feel real good. I'm afraid my leaking stiffy was making a spot on the front of my jeans, something that didn't go unnoticed by Andres. He looked down then up to me and smiled.
Some guys had asked us if we were going to the Parade the next day and we confessed that we didn't know about any parade. Then they drew our attention to the banners around the bar proclaiming Gay Pride'. Unbeknownst to us it was Gay Pride weekend in Los Angeles. How fucking dense were we? That sure explained the No Vacancy' signs all over town. I chuckled inside when I thought of Kozinski and Smythe out loose on the town full of gays there for Gay Pride Weekend. The two of us were invited to a pre-parade party the next day and, having no other plans, we readily accepted.
The night was getting late. After several beers and a few more dances, we settled back into our spot and watched the crowd wind down. California's bars stop serving alcohol at 02:00. Normally that would have been pretty late for me, but not that night. Even though I was getting a bit tired, I was horny and happy and didn't want to hear last call. I wanted to stand right there forever in my Sergeant's arms.
It must have been about 01:30 or so when Contreras excused himself to go take a leak. When he unwrapped himself from my backside I turned to the bar and ordered a last round for us. He wasn't gone 15 seconds when I felt somebody at my side.
"Your Armando is a very lucky man" an accented voice soothed. Fingers gently ran up and down my back, causing me to shiver. I turned my head quickly and found myself staring in those soulful eyes of Andres. The eyes, the face, the mouth, the white teeth and that smile all ganged up on me. I was smitten.
"Yah, well I think I'm pretty lucky myself" I answered. His touch was soft and insistent, but not overtly sexual.
"You like Latin men?" he asked with that fucking smile.
"Si!" I stated. Then it suddenly dawned on me that Contreras said he didn't speak English! "Hey, wait a minute! I thought you didn't speak English!"
"Can it be our secret?" he asked with a conspiratorial smile.
"From who?"
"Armando" he stated.
"There are no secrets between Armando and me" I answered boldly. He gestured in a sort of "oh, well" manner.
Unbothered, he continued. "You're a very attractive man" he said seriously.
"You think so?" I asked, crinkling up my nose. That was my standard answer at the time to a statement I'd heard many, many times.
"Ay! You are so handsome" the hunky man purred. The bartender returned with the beers and while I was paying for them Andres went on. "It is serious with Armando?"
"I don't know yet"
"You don't know?" he asked incredulously.
"I mean it's too early"
"Que?"
"We've known each other for a while. But this is the first time we've been together"
"Been together?" he kidded.
"Yah" I smiled shyly. "Last night was the first time we, um--------"
"-----got it on?" he completed the sentence.
"Yah"
"Does he make love to you?"
"Yes" I blushed. He was asking pretty personal questions but he was so goddamned handsome and smooth that he could get away with it.
"Ay! If you were mine I would make love to you every night" he soothed.
For a fleeting moment I envisioned he and I together. "If I were yours, I would like that very much"
"If I give to you my phone number, you will call me?"
My mind raced but it took me only a few seconds before I answered. "I don't know" I said tentatively, then, "Probably not" with conviction.
"I see," he said with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. "Do you find me attractive?" he asked.
With that I laughed a little. I mean the guy was drop dead handsome. It seemed silly to me that he even had to ask. "Of course I find you attractive. Very attractive"
"But you will not call me?"
"Not as long as I'm with Armando"
"I see. You are a one-man man?"
"Yah, I think so," I said before explaining. "Look, I've had it bad for Armando for a long time. I'm gonna see where it goes"
"Very good, Sean. I like that" he said. "Armando is a very, very lucky man. And he too has, as you say, had it bad for you for a long time"
"Yah?" I asked as my stomach did butterflies at the thought. I mean he'd said it the night before, but it was so cool that he'd actually told somebody else.
"Oh si!" he smiled that smile again. Then his face turned serious once again. "If things don't work out or if he doesn't treat you well, you will call me?"
"Sure" I promised, meaning it. With that he stuffed a card in my front pocket. As he did so, his fingers grazed my now semi-woody. I know he felt the wet spot. The man was hot for me so I couldn't blame him for copping a quick feel. Still and all I think he lingered a bit too long so I gently gripped his hand and moved it away. He smiled sheepishly like a kid caught raiding the cookie jar.
"Ay!" he hissed, looking down at my basket. Shaking his head he smiled and started to walk away, but not before he said, "I would make love to you every night!"
Not two seconds later Contreras returned. Backing up against the bar, he once again took in his arms from behind. Gawd, that felt good to be surrounded by a hard hunk of Uncle Sam's finest flesh. My Sergeant really did it for me. He was really amorous that night. The beer and the venue had really relaxed him. It was as if he had no inhibitions. He continued nuzzling me, caressing me, pulling me tight to him and grinding his ample basket against my muscle butt. It was clear that we were going to have a helluva good time later.
There was a light layer of coastal fog making it a bit chilly when we walked out of that club. Without even thinking about it, Contreras put his arm around me. We walked the several blocks to the car that way. Defying the world, we were two macho Marines walking arm-in-arm, out and open for all to see. When we got into the truck we couldn't keep our hands off each other. That's really where the night's activities began. It started with a simple kiss. Then my Sergeant was all over me. It was as if I'd unleashed a madman. He was mad all right. Mad about me. The man's hands and mouth were everywhere. I'm not sure who quelled the action, but we tore ourselves apart and headed back to the Motel.