Wow! Whoopee! FINALLY! A 48-hour liberty. My first in 12 weeks since being "trained" here at the Marine Base in San Diego. My first liberty in all that time, period. It has been damn tough on my libido. I'm a horny guy but to be cooped up with a bunch of other Marines in a barracks was pure hell. No privacy of any kind; not a chance to beat off a load. The showers were pure agony. I had to be careful about soaping up my privates. Too much soap and I'd start getting a good boner. I am hung quite large and there is no way to hide a big, throbbing cock in the showers. I noted that other men were having the same problem. Then there was always a couple dudes who sported full erect cocks in the shower, to show off the equipment they were blessed with.
Anyway, liberty at last. I was heading for Hollywood to find the action I so badly needed. The scuttlebutt had dropped a few bars there where it was easy pickings for hot pussy. I put on my best cotton shorts (big mistake) and a t-shirt and some sandals. I was ready to go. I took a jitney from Dago to LA and that provided some problems. The bouncing of the vehicle started my libido to rise and worse yet, pre-cum was oozing out of my cock and wetting the front of my shorts. At the pit stop half way to LA, I made a dash for the restroom to get some toilet paper to wrap the head of my prick with, to contain the leaking fluid. The restroom was in a building out back of the place where we had stopped. I went in and there were a couple of guys pissing at the two urinals. Both obviously Marines; you could tell by the hair cut and other macho indications. I went into one of the two stalls and closed the door. I dropped my shorts to the floor and started to take a piss prior to wrapping up the head of my dick. While I was pissing, I started reading the writings on the wall of the stall; and there were some pretty graphic drawings also. Cocks, cunts, cocks in cunts. You name it. Well, that wasn't what I needed because Big Red decided that he was going to get hard and there was no stopping him. The only way to get any relief and have the boner go away was to jerk it and shoot a load. That was not what I had planned. So I wrapped my fist around my meat and started to beat it big time, reading the literature on the wall.
Then, I noticed a hole in the wall between the two stalls. It was about 3 inches in diameter and there were streams of dried and drying cum cascading down the wall. Just then a piece of paper was shoved thru the glory hole at me. I took it and read it. It said that I had a good looking cock and that it sure looked like it needed sucking. Stick it thru and it would be taken care of. What the hell, why not? If I was having to drop a load to make the hardon go down, I might as well have something better than a hand job. So I stuck my rock hard prick thru the hole and leaned my body up against the wall.
A hand gently stroked my cock and then a hot, juicy mouth started to suck the head of my prick. Oh, great! What a feeling! No doubt the guy sucking my cock really knew how to make a man feel good. He took the whole of my cock into his mouth and down his throat. What a feeling. I pushed against the wall harder hoping to make more of my meat available to this talented sucker. It wasn't too long before I was filling his mouth with 12 week's worth of jizz. I felt like my guts were coming out thru the head of my dick. While I was shooting, he was swirling his tongue over the head of my cock. My legs were shaking I was so turned on by the action.
Remembering the jitney, I hastily wiped my cock dry, pulled up my shorts and opened the door to the stall to leave. There, right in front of the door was an older Marine, well built and rugged. He smiled at me and asked how was it? I said how was what? He said the blowjob. I blushed and said it was really something. He laughed and said good, that it was his turn now to get sucked off. On to LA and Hollywood to get some of that hot pussy that was supposed to be everywhere.
Next Day. Bummer, the bars that had been mentioned were sleazy and the women in them were real dogs. So I drowned my disappointment in beers, got stinking drunk and almost got run in by the cops in Hollywood. Nursing a heavy hangover, I boarded the jitney for the ride back to Dago. I was so full of beer that I was afraid I was going to piss in my shorts before we got to the pit stop. I was able to hold it and when we got to the stop, I made a dash for the restrooms in the back. I was standing at the urinal really hosing it down. The outside door opened and in walked the Marine who had asked me about the blowjob. He said hi and went into the stall and stood there with the door open. I finished my piss, stripped out the last drops and turned around. He indicated with a nod of his head for me to come into the stall with him.
I guess there was a questioning look on my face, because he pointed to the glory hole and indicated that we could both get our cocks sucked. I was still drunk enough to go for it. I went into the stall and he closed the door. The he opened his fly and took out a fair sized piece of meat. He gave it a couple of pulls, got it hard and fed it thru the hole. There must of been a hot mouth on the other side because there was a look of ecstasy on his face. He told me to take my cock out of my shorts and get it ready for a good sucking. I did and he pulled his cock out of the hole and had me stick mine thru. What a sensation. The same hot mouth as before. So we took turns getting sucked and then he shot his load, pulled out of the hole and I took his place. I had never felt such a feeling, the cocksucker still had the guy's cum in his mouth and now I could feel it around my cock. It was such a turn on that I blew my wad right then. We cleaned up and went out of the building. I had been in there so long that the jitney had left without me. Seventy miles from base, no money, and due back in four hours. So I started to hitch a ride.
I had been thumbing for about 15 minutes when a pickup truck stopped for me. It was being driven by my fellow suckee. He told me to get in and asked where I was headed. He said that was fine, he was going there too. He told me that his name was Alex and I told him mine: Raymond. Some idle chat then he got around to the glory hole action we had been experiencing. The more he talked about it, the harder my cock got. He noticed the bulge in my shorts and said he was the same: ready for some more action. He said there was a truck stop further down the highway where there was always something going on. He said was I game for it and I agreed very fast. A couple of miles further he pulled into the truck stop. There were about six trucks there, a small cafe and a large building in the rear. The latter turned out to be a sort of motel for truckers, bunk beds, showers, rec-room. Evidently Alex had been there before for he knew just where to go. We went into a room at the back of the motel where there were five guys there. When we entered, there was some fast shuffling to cover what was going on. No problem, three of them had their cocks out and were stroking them while the fourth was getting a blowjob from the fifth. There was lots of turn taking getting sucked and so Alex and I joined the action. Man, that was hot, seeing all those big cocks being jacked and getting sucked. I unloaded my jizz fast as did Alex. Then we had to leave to get back to Dago on time. When we got to the base, he said there were some places on the base to get some action and he would tell me where they were when he next saw me around. So 48 hours later, I had shot my wad at least five times and was content to rest my cock for a few days.