Marine Squad Sierra Foxtrot

Marine Squad Sierra Foxtrot 6

Marine Squad Sierra Foxtrot

Chapter 6:

I was sleeping peacefully when I was sure my dick was getting wet. I panicked for a moment, thinking I'd wet the damn bed or had a wet dream. It wasn't long before I felt the tongue running its way up the length of my cock. Oh yeah... Josh woke up hungry and this is my reveille from him. I didn't open my eyes but I could tell it was light outside. I didn't care; I was getting a good morning blowjob from my sexy boyfriend and it was fucking great. About a minute into my blowjob I reached my hand down and held the back of his head, moving with his movements as he sucked my cock. Just as I did this an arm landed across my chest and it gave me pause. Two things were kind of different; the back of Josh's head didn't quite feel the same, and how was he laying his arm across me and sucking my cock at the same time. I opened my eyes and looked down. Mark looked up at me and grinned with my cock in his mouth. I smiled at him and looked over a little, noticing Mark had his hand on Josh's ass and was lightly massaging it. I turned to my left and saw Josh's face about eight inches away from mine, his eyes closed. He was sound asleep. I leaned my face forward and kissed him. He didn't move. I kissed him again, pushing my tongue against his lips. He smiled and met my tongue with his, kissing me. I broke the kiss and smiled at him.

"Hi sexy. I bet you'll never guess what's happening to me right now."

He thought for a moment and then smiled. "If the hand on my ass is any indication I would guess that you're getting a blow job and I'm getting felt up."

I grin. "Right on both counts."

Josh grins. "I think he likes you more. You get the blow job and I only get groped; what's up with that?"

I smirk. "I would bet you good money that if you weren't lying on your stomach you'd have your cock buried in this throat. It was more a matter of opportunity."

He smiles at me. "I see your point."

"I do have one question for you. Am I supposed to just let him keep sucking or should I stop him? He is doing your job after all." I smile at him and he smirks.

"If you're gonna say shit like that you can let him suck you every day for all I care." He grins at me.

"I'm sorry, Josh. But really, this seems just a little weird letting another man suck me off while I'm lying here having pillow talk with my boyfriend. Mmmmm, fuck..."

Josh laughs. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

"I couldn't help it; he just deep-throated me."

Josh smiles again. "I guess just think of him as our new puppy and he's got his favorite chew toy."

I laugh. "That's wrong on a few levels."

"Hey, laugin' while I'm suckin' your cock isn't exactly the response I was goin' for."

Josh and I both laugh. I look down, grinning. "It wasn't you, sexy boy; it was something Josh said. Get back to work."

Mark grins and goes back down on me and Josh smirks. I turn back to him.

"You seem to have made a decision."

I smile. "Well fuck, it feels great and I kind of liked your puppy analogy."

He giggles. "I kind of liked it too. Joey, if you're enjoying the blow job he's giving you just let him do it; I don't care."

"I bet if you rolled over you'd get one too."

""I bet I would, too. Do you think I should?" He grins at me.

"Fuck yeah; he's gettin' better by the minute. The boy learns fast."

Josh giggles and then leans in for a kiss. After a sweet kiss he rolls onto his back and looks down at Mark, grinning.

"Here ya go, horny boy; you can have two chew toys."

Mark pulls off my cock and grins up at us. "Fuck yeah!"

After getting us both off, and insisting it was a thank you for last night, not letting us return the favor, we all got up and got dressed. We made our way to the rec-room to get some breakfast. Josh and I insisted on making Mark's breakfast for him. We slaved for hours too, pouring the milk in his cereal and buttering the toast. The hardest part was getting that packet of sweetener into his coffee just right. We were about half-way through our breakfast when Pete staggered in, looking like he'd been awake for about three seconds. We looked at him and smirked. He gave us the evil eye.

"Fuck you, gay boys; I just woke up. Don't give me any of your shit."

I jump up and offer him my seat. "Here ya go, boss man; take a seat and I'll get ya some coffee."

He looks at me, a small grin appearing. "Thank you. I'm still not lettin' you have any dick."

"Shut up and sit down, straight boy. I get all the dick I can handle. You take cream in your coffee?" I grin at him.

"Don't you dare!"

I smirk. "It was an honest question, dude; don't panic."

"Milk only. Thank you."

Pete staggers over and sits next to Josh, taking my place. I bring him his coffee, setting it down in front of him and go around the table, sitting next to Mark. The three of us just look at him, grinning. He's ignoring us so we finally give up and go back to eating our breakfast, after I pull mine over to me. When I'm done eating I look back over at Pete.

"Would you like me to get you some food?"

He looks at me. "Sure, thank you. I'll just have the same you guys had. Why are you kissin' up?"

"I'm not kissin' up. I'm offering my sleepy friend and Marine brother a cup of coffee and some grub. Don't read more into it."

"I'm sorry, Joe; I apologize. That would be great; thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll bring ya some more coffee; you look like you could use it."

"Thanks, I could; I didn't sleep worth a fuck. I just kept thinking about Aaron all night; I couldn't get him outta my head. I feel so bad for him."

"Well maybe Gunny will get a message to us today; let us know more about what happened and how everyone is; especially Aaron. Like I said, though; you just have to be thankful that he's alive. Try not to think about his leg."

"That's all I thought about all night, Joe; I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about how unfair it is that he's so young and now he's maimed. It's just incredibly fucked up."

"It is, Pete; but you can't torture yourself about it. All of us take the same chances and risks every day; we signed on for this and we knew the risks."

Pete looks over at me. "Please don't take this wrong; I'm truly not trying to be mean about it, but would you be so rational about this if it were Josh?"

"No. I would be devastated and a basket case."

"I know you would, just like he would; and I guess now Mark, too. But right now I'm fucking angry as hell and I don't want to hear reason and rationale; I wanna fuckin' yell and scream and tell the world to fuck off."

"You're right; I'm sorry. Do it. Just do it. Yell, scream, cry; do whatever you need to do. We're right here with you, Pete."

"I know you are. Thank you. I don't know what to do... I just feel helpless and so incredibly angry."

Another one of my ideas pops into my head. I bring Pete his food and set it down in front of him. I return to get the coffee pot and then refill his cup. I forgot the milk. I grab Josh's glass of milk and put a dollop in Pete's cup, grinning at Josh. After putting the pot back I come back and sit down next to Mark, looking right at Pete.

"This may not help you the way you'd like but I have an idea. It would let you get some of the anger and frustration out. I know we're not supposed to go out on patrol today, but nobody said we couldn't have target practice. After breakfast, let's just grab some fucking machine guns and go shoot at the hills. You can just go ape-shit on the hills. Fuck, if you want, we'll take a couple of missiles out and you can launch the fuckers, hoping you're killin' the bastards that shot Aaron."

Pete looks up from his cereal, just looking me in the eyes. He looks like he's about to object, but then thinks about it. He grins a little. "I like the way you think, gay boy. We probably shouldn't use any missiles, but nobody's gonna care about the rounds of ammo. I'll just tell Gunny since we couldn't go on patrol I thought you guys needed some weapons time." He smiles at me. "Thanks, Joe. That just might help me a little; it'll let me release some of this anger."

I smile at him. "You're welcome. Now eat your breakfast and let's go kill some fuckin' rocks."

He smiles at me and digs into his food. Mark slaps my back, grinning at me and Josh just smiles at me, shaking his head a little. After breakfast we get all our gear on and take two machine guns as well as our M-16's and go shootin'. Our little target practice excursion soon turns into a private little war game. We spend the entire morning hunting down anything that moves and blowing the crap out of it. There isn't a rabbit, snake, bird, big bug or any other living creature within a mile of camp that's still alive. At one point, Pete is firing one of our M249 light machine guns and sends all 200 rounds of ammo into the field just 300 yards west of camp. I'm standing about ten feet behind him, watching him. He's just screaming at whatever he's shooting at, telling them to all fucking die and burn in hell. He's still yelling when he runs out of ammo; just screaming for them all to fuck off and die. He turns around and notices me standing there.

He smiles. "Fuck `em all, Joe; fuck `em all!!!

"Goddamn right, Pete; fuck `em all!!"

He moves the gun to his left hand, letting it hang down by the handle on the top and walks over to me. He grabs me into a tight hug, using his right arm around my neck to hold me. I wrap my right arm around him and hold him tight.

"Thanks, Joe, thanks; this is just what I needed."

"You're welcome, brother. Nothin' like gettin' it outta your system."

"Fuckin' A right!"

He breaks the hug and just looks at me, smiling. I look right at him and grin.

"Come on, Machine Gun Kelly; let's go grab some lunch and check for messages."

"You got it, gay boy."

We start walking back to camp and I look over at him, grinning a little.

"Just how long are you going to keep calling me gay boy?"

He looks at his watch and grins. "Seventy-one more days, gay boy."

I laugh. "Whatever..."

"If it bothers ya, I'll stop."

"No, it doesn't bother me at all, straight boy; I was just wonderin'."

"I do say it with respect, Joe."

"I know, Pete; that's why it doesn't bother me."

When we get back to camp my two gay boys are fixing lunch for us. They only beat us back by three minutes so they're not very far along, but it's still kind of sweet of them. They've really outdone themselves; we're having ramen noodles and grilled cheese sandwiches.

When we're done with lunch we all head over to the office to check for messages, finding a short email from Gunny. He says everyone is doing alright, and they should be back tomorrow. He also says that Aaron did lose the leg but would make a full recovery and had already been sent to the base hospital in Germany. He was expected to be back in the States in about a week. Pete looked sad again for a moment, but when we read the last part of the email he laughed. Gunny told Pete to take us out for weapons training to keep us out of bed. Pete closed the laptop and looked at us, grinning.

"You heard the man. Load up, boys; let's go shoot something!"

The three gay boys responded in unison. "Sir! Yes Sir!" We then stood at attention and gave him a full on salute. Pete returned our salute by flipping us off.

Josh and I went to the weapons room to get more ammo while Pete and Mark went to use the latrine. We met in front of the office and decided we'd continue our war games, trying to make it as realistic as possible. We split up into teams, Pete and I on one team, Mark and Josh on the other. We weren't going to hunt each other, of course, but whoever came back with the most kills won. The kills were to be any animal, other than human, which we found, but hadn't already been killed. We were to be on our honor regarding that; no re-gifting. The winning team would get slave services from the losers for a day. The losing team had to clean the room, wash the clothes and have everything to Marine specs for the winners. Each team was issued a radio and a bag to bring our kills back in, and we set out.

Pete and I stopped at the weapons room and dropped off his machine gun; he said it was too heavy for this and the M-16 would be sufficient. He did grab a 9mm pistol while he was in there and a holster for his belt and we set off. We saw Josh and Mark heading off to the east, towards `dead man's cave' and Pete and I headed northeast, kind of trailing them. We didn't want to get too far apart from each other in case something happened. We had agreed to stay within two miles of camp. About fifteen minutes out Pete and I came up on a wild boar. He looked at me and grinned.

"That would make up for all their little rabbits and snakes and shit."

I laughed. "It would, but how the fuck do we carry it?"

"Good point. We could jog back to camp and get a stretcher, load his ass on it and then take him to camp. We'll leave him there and then set out again."

"Are you serious?"

"Why not?" He grins at me.

"Fine, shoot the damn thing. We'll go get his stretcher." I roll my eyes.

Pete laughs and then takes aim at the boar with his M16. He puts two rounds into its head and we watch it drop. He shoulders his rifle and looks at me, grinning.

"Pork for dinner!"

I laugh. "Dufus! Let's go get his litter."

After spending close to thirty minutes jogging back and forth to camp we have our wild boar stashed in the weapons room and we're trying to catch up with Mark and Josh. We're still jogging when we spot them about 200 yards ahead of us. I bring my rifle up and look through the scope to see what they're doing. Josh is bent over; looking damn good I might add, picking up a dead snake. Mark's standing as far away as he can and still be within earshot. I laugh and lower my rifle. I turn to tell Pete and notice that he's tracking something so I go after him. When I catch up with him he's taking aim at a ground squirrel with the pistol and fires off a round. I pull the bag out of my pouch and hold it open for him, grinning and shaking my head. He drops the squirrel in the bag and looks at me.

"You're fallin' behind, gay boy; I've made two kills while all you do is jog around."

"Blow me, straight boy; I've been carrying two ton pigs."

He laughs. "He wasn't two tons; maybe one."

I roll my eyes again and we set off. We've been walking about ten minutes when I hear rifle fire from the other team. I bring my rifle up and look through the scope to see what they've bagged. It's just a rabbit. I was thinking using an M16 to shoot a rabbit seems a little harsh, but they didn't have a pistol with them.

We ended up spending three and half hours on our war game/hunt and returned to camp about five minutes ahead of Mark and Josh. We dropped our bag of dead critters and ran to the weapons room to pull our boar out. By the time Josh and Mark walked into camp we had the boar center stage with our other kills surrounding him. We were standing off to the side, shit-eating grins on our faces when they walked up to us. Mark looks at the boar and then at us.

"You killed a fucking cow?"

Pete laughs. "Fuckin' city boy; it's not a cow it's a wild boar."

"You're a bore. What the fuck is a boar?"

"Think wild pig, gay boy. Pound for pound I'd say you two are going to be doing a lot of cleaning and ironing." He smiles at them.

"You didn't say a fuckin' word about poundage; you said number of kills."

"Fine, empty the damn bag."

Mark stands back and looks at Josh. "You do it; I've seen enough fuckin' snakes to last me a life-time."

Josh rolls his eyes and lifts the bag on end, dumping out their kills. After spreading everything out a little we count each team's animals and come up with the totals. I spin on Pete.

"You and that fucking boar; we lost by two! We could've killed ten more things during the time it took us to haul that fucker back here."

Pete grins at me. "Chill, dude; it's not like we have to wash their fuckin' toes. How hard it is to clean a room and wash some clothes?"

Josh smirks. I look at him and then back at Pete. "Have you ever seen my room? Do I look like I like cleaning?"

Pete laughs again. "Jesus, dumbass, you and J.D. live together; just how fuckin' hard is it gonna be to clean your own room? Hell, Mark cleans it for ya anyway."

That kind of stops me. I think about it. Mark's a neat freak and his room is spotless, short of the cummy wall now. And our room is looking pretty good. I look at Pete, a little chagrinned and he laughs.

"You do know how to wash clothes, don't ya? I thought they taught that in gay boy training?"

"Lick my dick. Fine, we lost; we're their slaves. I still say we could've beat `em by ten if we hadn't hauled that fuckin' boar back here."

"Get over it, dude. We have bigger problems. What do we do with the boar?"

"You wanted him; you skin him and butcher him. I have laundry to do."

"We can't skin him and butcher him; what if he's loaded with diseases? I sure the fuck ain't eatin' him."

I grin at him. "I guess you just haul him back to where you found him and leave him for the animals. Oh, that's right; there aren't any animals; we fuckin' killed `em all."

"Don't be a whiny smart-ass; just help me haul the fucker back to where we found him."

By this time, Mark and Josh are laughing their asses off. I look at them and then back at Pete.

"I'm sorry. I just hate losing; it pisses me off. Fine, we'll haul the dumb thing back out there. We might as well take everything else with us; I don't want a bunch of dead shit all over camp. And poor Mark will never get any sleep if he knows there's like twelve snakes out here."

Pete looks at Mark and Josh. "If you guys helped us we'd have this done a lot sooner; how about it? The sooner we get this thing outta here the sooner we can start on our slave chores."

Josh looks at Mark, grinning. "What do ya say; you wanna help these losers?"

"Yeah, we'll help `em. The sooner we get these fuckin' snakes outta here the better I'll like it."

"Jeez, dude; they're fuckin' dead; they can't hurt ya."

"I don't care. I can't stand lookin' at `em; they give me the creeps."

"You might wanna keep that little bit to yourself when the others get back; you'll be seein' a lot of `em if you don't."

"I know." He looks at all of us, one by one. "Please don't ever tell anyone how afraid I am of them. Please!!"

I look at him. "We would never do that to you, Mark; don't worry about it. A lot of people are afraid of `em; don't worry about it. Besides, I think everyone kinda knows already, what with you threatening to kill Matt after the one in your bed."

"That's different; anyone woulda freaked out findin' one in their bed. Just don't tell, OK?"

"Of course not. We give you our word; right guys?"

Pete looks at him. "Of course, Mark; this stays between us."

Josh joins in. "Don't worry about it, Mark; we'd never tell. Tell ya what; you go take a leak or something while we get `em loaded back in the bags. You won't have to ever see `em. And look at it this way; we killed a shit load of `em; there probably isn't a live one left for miles."

"That's kinda comforting. Thanks, guys; I owe ya one."

"You don't owe us anything. Go take a piss."

By the time Mark returns from his piss we've loaded everything back in the bags, put the boar back on his stretcher and stuffed the bags kind of under him. We were standing around waiting by the time he returned. I looked at him and grinned.

"That was one hell of a piss, dude; you piss as much as you cum."

"I wasn't pissin'." He looks a little green.

"Are you alright?"

"Kinda."

I walk over to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "What's wrong, Mark?"

He shakes his head. "Nothin'"

"Mark, tell us what's goin' on."

He looks at me. "I was pukin' my fuckin' guts up."

"Oh man, are you alright?" I come around and stand in front of him, looking him in the eyes.

"Better now, actually."

"Are you sick; did you eat something that fucked with ya?"

"No, Joey; I'm sorry. It's just the fuckin' snakes. I had this mental image of `em and it made me sick."

"Oh man... I'm sorry, Mark. Are you gonna be alright? Do you wanna just stay here while we get rid of them?"

"No, I'll be OK. You have `em in the bags, right?"

I smile at him. "Yeah, sexy boy; we have `em in the bags and we stuffed `em under the pig."

He smiles at me. "OK, let's go; let's get this shit over with."

"Are you sure you're gonna be OK?"

"I'll be OK; thanks for the concern." He gives me a small smile.

"Anytime." I wink at him and smile and he smiles back at me.

Each of us takes one corner of the stretcher, making sure Mark and Josh are on the opposite end of where we have the bags and head out. About five minutes out of camp we decide to double-time it and start jogging. We need to get this over with for our friend. When we get about two miles outside of camp we just tip the stretcher over and dump everything on the ground then turn around and double-time it back to camp. It's only taken us fifteen minutes to make the run there and back; not bad for a bunch of Marines who spend most of their time walking, hiking and sitting on their ass.

When we get back to camp we dump the stretcher in the weapons room, putting our extra ammo in there and head to our rooms. It isn't a minute later that Mark is standing in our doorway, holding his clothes in his hands and looking at us.

"Here ya go, Joe; you can start with these. I don't wanna see `em until they've been burned and the ashes spread."

I look up at him. "You really are freaked out by them, huh? Are you gonna be OK?"

"I will. In a few days when I get the fucking mental images outta my head."

I stand up and walk over to him. "I'm sorry, Mark; we had no idea they bothered you this much. Tell ya what; since you and I are about the same size why don't I just give you a set of my clothes and I'll take yours. We'll have the name tags changed later."

"You would do that for me? You don't think I'm just being a big chicken-shit?"

"No, you're not being a chicken-shit. Mark, the number one fear people have is snakes; you're not alone. I'm not terrified of `em, but I don't really like `em. The only way I was really able to pick those up was because I was wearin' gloves. Don't you dare feel bad about this. And for your information I would do most anything for you; don't worry about the stupid uniforms." I grin at him. "Besides, think of this way; I get to slide my ass into your clothes; how hot is that?"

He smiles and giggles. "I kinda like that idea. Do you want the shorts, too?"

I laughs. "Fuck yeah, boy; bring me those fuckin' shorts. I'll wear `em with pride."

He grins and hands me his clothes. "I'll be back." He takes off for his room.

"You're too good for your own good, you know that?" Josh is smiling at me.

I turn and look at him. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, Joey, not at all. I love you because of it. You really care about people, especially your friends and family. It's one of a million reasons I wanted to be your friend."

"Well it's one of the same million reasons I wanted to be yours; you're pretty big hearted too, in case you hadn't noticed."

He blushes. "Thanks. You'll always be my best friend, Joey."

Mark comes running back to our room, carrying his shorts and smiling.

"Here ya go. You'll notice there's even some ball sweat on `em; just for you."

Josh laughs. I smirk and grin, looking at Mark. "Thank you; you sure know how to treat a guy."

"Hey, it's part of my charm. I'm gonna grab a shower; a long one. I need to scrub myself. You all can join me if you want." He grins at us.

"We'll be right there. Go get all soapy for us."

"Yes Sir." He grins and then jogs out of the building, stark naked and laughing.

I turn back to Josh, holding up Mark's underwear and grinning.

"What can I say; he loves me." I laugh.

Josh looks at me, a gentle smile on his face. "I know you think you're joking, but he really does. He's in love with you."

"No he's not; he just likes the attention."

"Think what you want; the boy is in love with you. I know that look; it's the same look I give you."

"He is not. He just told us last night that he wasn't in love with us. He loves us, but he's not in love; that's what he said."

"I know what he said; I was there. I don't care what he said; I know that look. He looks at you the same way I do. And did you hear him when he told you he'd puked? He called you Joey. He hears me call you that so he knows it's a term of endearment."

"I heard him. Just because he called me Joey doesn't mean he's in love with me. He only decided two days ago that he was gay; he's not gonna fall in love with the first guy that blows him."

Josh laughs. "Think about what you just said."

I run the sentence back through my head, looking for inconsistencies. Oh shit. I look at Josh and blush; he giggles.

"Even so, I don't think he's in love with me; I think he's just feeling a little out of his zone and I'm the one that always gives him the answers and listens to him."

"I hear ya. Still, I see the way he looks at you. I see the blow job you got this morning to wake you up. I see the way he will do anything for you. All the same things I do and I'm head over in love with you; why wouldn't he be?"

I shake my head. "I don't know, babe; I just don't think he is. It does pose a problem though. What if he really is; what do we do about it?"

Josh smiles at me. "There isn't a whole lot we can do about it. It's not like you can point your finger at him, call him bad dog and tell him to sit in the corner."

"What about you? Are you jealous that he might be?"

"I don't think I am. I mean I completely understand how he could be; you're a very lovable guy. I see myself in him sometimes; the way he looks at you, the way he always wants to be close to you. It's kinda cute sometimes. I just really got you and I'm not so sure I'm ready to share you, though. I will admit that if I were going to share you, he would probably be my first choice. I do love him and I do love spending time with him. He's every bit as sexy, smart, funny and charming as I told him he is. Last night was purely sexual and I enjoyed the hell out of it. Could I deal with him being cuddly and loving with you? I don't really know, Joey. I really don't. It's not that I don't want him to be, I just really don't know how it would make me feel."

I just look at him; I don't know what to say. Me, the guy with the ideas constantly popping into my head is speechless for once. Josh smiles at me.

"Don't over-think this, Joey. I can see the wheels spinning in your head; you're feeling overwhelmed. Just take it day by day; see what he does and where he's at with how he's feeling. No matter what, babe; I'm not going anywhere. Don't think that I'm angry and jealous and that I'll leave; I'm not and I won't. I would share you willingly before I ever lost you. Let me ask you this. Could you see yourself falling in love with him?"

"I don't know..."

"Don't do that, Joey; I deserve better than that. Don't cop out."

"I'm sorry. Yeah, I guess I could. What about you, could you fall in love with him?"

"Possibly."

"That's it; just possibly?"

He grins. "I've never given it any thought; I don't know if I could or not. Anything is possible, Joey; so yeah, possibly. Like I said, I do love him; I care about him almost as much as I do you. So yeah, maybe I could."

I shake my head. "This is all just guessing though; we don't know. We're playing out worst case scenarios and possibly for no reason."

"Then get him alone and ask him. I don't think he would tell you the truth with me standing there; he would feel guilty."

"How the hell do I get him alone? He's either with Pete or with both of us?"

"Go take a shower with him; I'll stay here. Just tell him I'm in the crapper or something."

"Are you serious? You think he's in love with me and you want me to go take a shower with him? Isn't that like throwing me into the deep end?"

Josh laughs. "I'm not saying to get in the same shower with him, dufus; just talk to him from your own shower. Ask him if he's falling in love with you."

I shake my head. "I don't think he'd tell me if he were; he'd be afraid of the same things you and I were; that he'd lose my friendship."

"You may be right, but there's no harm in asking him."

I groan. "Fine, I'll go ask him."

Josh grins at me. "You can probably drop his underwear now, too; unless you'd like to sniff `em first." He laughs.

I turn crimson and throw the underwear at Josh's head. He laughs and throws `em back at me.

"Don't feel guilty, babe; I was just teasin'."

"You can be cold, too; you know that?"

"Yep."

I grin at him and roll my eyes. I get stripped out of my uniform and grab a towel. I bend down and give my man a sweet kiss and head out the door to the shower room. When I arrive I find Mark in there alone, all soapy and sexy looking. That isn't making this any easier. I do have a crush on him; I think he's sexy as hell, and everything else Josh said he was. I don't really know if I'm in love with him or not. I think I could be easily, if I let myself; if I didn't feel guilty about what that would do to Josh. Mark has his back to me and is scrubbing his crotch. I walk into the shower next to him and turn the water on. He spins around and smiles at me.

"Hey sexy! You came alone: where's our boy?"

I smile at him, thinking, my boy; not ours. "He's in the crapper; he'll be here in a little while." Would I be jealous if I thought Mark was in love with Josh? Yes.

"Those ramen noodles can hit with a vengeance." He grins. "Or is he just getting ready for tonight, for your special night together?"

"I think it's the noodles." I have one of my not so brilliant ideas. "Hey sexy, could you wash my back for me, please? It itches a little and I can't reach."

He smiles from ear to ear. "Fuck yeah, boy. You wanna use your soap or mine?"

"Make yourself happy; soap is soap."

The showers are separated by half-walls so I don't have to get in his shower with him; he can just reach over. And reach over he does. He reaches his arm around me and pulls me back against the wall and starts running his soapy hand all around my back, while still holding my front with the other one. Ten minutes ago this would've felt as great as it really does, but the nervousness wouldn't be there. I'm just standing there thinking of how I'm gonna ask him. He's having a great time on my back and I'm not even in the same room. I don't even realize he's stopped and has said something.

"Joey? Earth to Joe..."

"Huh?" I turn around and look at him.

"Are you OK? Where were you?"

"I'm sorry, Mark; I was spacin' out. Thanks."

"Anytime. You seem kind of out of it; are you OK?"

"I don't know... I need to ask you something, but I don't know how to do it."

"Just ask, Joe; you know you can ask me anything."

"OK. Before I ask I need to tell you; I really need you to be completely honest with me. Don't worry about how I'll react or be afraid that the answer might change things between us; it won't; I swear." I look at his eyes, trying to screw up the courage. I take a breath and hold it. "Are you falling in love with me? And if you are, please know that I would be incredibly honored and flattered."

He smiles at me. "No, Joe, I'm not falling in love with you. I probably could if I let myself, but I have no desire to be in a three-way lover relationship. I really love the things we've done together, but I don't want to be second to Josh. I could probably fall in love with Josh too, but I don't want to be the third guy; the extra one."

"Josh thinks you are in love with me. He says he sees the way you look at me and it's the same way he does."

"I don't know if I'm looking at you any differently than I ever have. I do love you, Joe; very, very much; you're an incredible friend to me, but I'm not falling in love with you."

I grin at him. "OK, thanks for being honest with me. Like I said, I would be truly honored if you were. I love you too, Mark; very, very much. But yeah, I'm not in love with you either; my heart belongs to Josh."

"I know, Joe; just as it should. Do you think that maybe we should stop playing; that Josh is jealous of that?"

"I don't know what he's really thinking; and I'm usually really good at figuring it out. I have to admit, I love playing with you; it's a hell of a lot of fun, and you're a very sexy guy." He blushes and grins. "I need to have an open, honest talk with Josh about where he's coming from in thinking you're in love with me before we do any more, though."

"Of course. I would never come between you guys." He smiles. "I think you and Josh are sexy fuckers, too."

I blush. "Thanks. And thanks for washin' my back." I smile at him.

"You're welcome. Thank you for trading uniforms with me. I'm sorry I'm such a pussy about them, but I am and I always have been."

"Don't sweat it. Like I said, it will probably get my dick hard just putting your pants on."

He laughs. "You won't be the only one with a hard-on. So, are you gonna let me have a pair of shorts, too, since I gave you mine?" He grins big.

"Of course; fair is fair."

"Cool! I get to wear your shorts. Oh yeah, you don't do boxers, huh?"

"Nah, dude; I like a little support for the boys; boxer-briefs or tighty whiteys only."

"Oh fuck... I bet your ass looks fucking incredible in tighty whiteys."

I grin. "It does. Hell, I even like to feel myself up when I wear `em."

He laughs. "Fuck yeah! Eh, I can deal with the boxer-briefs. I just got used to wearin' boxers and lettin' the boys swing in the breeze." He grins. "I want sweaty ones too; I gave you sweaty ones."

"You can have the pair I just took off."

"Fuck yeah!"

We finish our showers, Josh never coming in and I dry off and head back to our room. He's lying on the bed, reading. I pull my towel off and stand in front of him, naked and smiling. He looks up and grins.

"Nice. Goddamn, boy, you are fucking sexy."

I blush. "Thanks, so are you. Oh, and Mark isn't in love with me."

"OK."

"That's it? You tell me you think he's in love with me and you just say `OK' when I tell you he isn't?"

"What did you want me to say?"

"I don't know; I figured you'd tell me he was lying to me or something."

"If you believe him, I believe him. I guess I was wrong."

"Are you jealous of what we did yesterday?"

"No."

"There has to be more to this, Josh; you don't just spring something like that without a good reason. I know we may be new as boyfriends, but we've been best friends for eight months and I think I know you pretty well."

"I just thought I saw something in the way he looks at you. I was wrong, I guess. I do make mistakes, babe. There is nothing more to this than that."

"You're sure? You're not freaking out about anything? Like what we did yesterday, the blowjob this morning or the other night behind the building?"

"No, not at all; all three were really hot. I have no jealous feelings about any of it."

"OK. So, what do ya wanna do tonight? Do you still want to...? You know..."

He smiles. "I would love to you know with you tonight; I've been thinking about it non-stop for months. I can't imagine anything better than making love with you, Joey."

I blush a little and smile. "That's good to know; I feel the exact same way. So are you gonna grab a shower or are we having dirty sex?"

He laughs. "I'll take a shower, sexy boy; I was just giving you some time to talk to Mark. You could come with me and keep me company." He grins. "There's no such thing as being too clean, ya know."

"That's true, huh? OK, then strip that dirty uniform off and let's go; I'll even wash your back for ya." He grins. "And anything else you need washed."

"I do like the way you think."

Just as Josh is pulling his underwear off, Mark walks into the building. He looks at Josh, grins and whistles."

"Nice! Damn, you two are fine lookin' Marines. So, Joe, since I gave you my sweaty shorts do I get some in return?" He gives me a lusty grin.

Josh and I laugh. "Sure; it only seems fair. Do you want clean ones or sweaty ones?"

"Sweaty, dammit; you're not the only kinky boy around here."

"How about the ones I just took off?"

"Fuck yeah; hand `em over."

I turn around and bend over to pick up my underwear off the floor and Mark groans, making Josh laugh. I pick up the underwear and hand `em to Mark, smiling at him.

"Don't be checkin' out my ass, boy."

"It's so fine, though; I have to look."

I smile at him. "Well, OK, since you've been a good boy today. Here ya go."

He smiles and takes the underwear from me. "Thanks! Oh, why I'm here anyway; how about the uniform too? I want a sweaty one of those too, but not the one you wore today."

Josh and I laugh again. "You are a kinky boy. Well the one I just took off is in the corner over there; help yourself to any of the others. Josh and I are gonna go take a shower."

"You just took a shower." I look at him. "Oh, duh... Blond moment; go have fun while I sniff your guys' clothes."

"Perv. Have fun; we'll be back in a little while."

Josh and I spend about twenty minutes in the shower, sharing the same one. We don't play a whole lot, just feel each other's bodies and actually manage to wash each other while we're at it. We agreed that we don't want to get too excited just yet, that there are far better things to come later. When we get back to our room the building is quiet so we figure Mark has raided our clothes and is probably in the rec-room. Once we're both dressed and made sure the other checks out, sharing a hot kiss while we're at it, we head over to the rec-room.

We're kind of surprised to find it empty; we figured Mark and Pete would be here eating dinner. Oh well, we decide we'll be nice and fix dinner for everyone. Neither of us really knows how to cook that well, but we make a mean cheeseburger and fries. Just as we're pulling the burgers off the pan Pete walks in and grins at us.

"I could get used to havin' gay boys around; I haven't been this well taken care of since I've been here."

I look at him and smirk. "Yeah, yeah; just sit down, shut up and eat. Have you seen Mark; we figured he'd come in with you?"

He grins. "Lose your puppy already?"

Josh and I both laugh hard. "No, dipshit, we just thought he was with you since he wasn't in his room."

"I haven't seen him since we got back. Maybe he's out back burning his clothes, trying to get the snake off `em."

"Could be. Do you want a Gator with your food, General?"

"Sure; thank you."

Just as we're getting ready to take our first bite, Mark walks in and sits down with us, smiling. He looks at Josh and me.

"Thanks! Nothin' I like more than coming home from a hard day's work to a good dinner."

"Yeah yeah, just eat your food, boy, before we ground ya."

"I'd rather be spanked." He grins at all of us.

Pete laughs and shakes his head, and then notices Mark's uniform shirt and starts laughing hard. When he finally calms down he looks at Mark, a huge grin on his face.

"I see you've decided to wear your man's clothes. Just couldn't wait to get into Daddy's uniform, huh?"

Mark grins at him. "I've been into Daddy's uniform already. But no, wise ass; I traded uniforms with Joe; I couldn't take the idea of the one with snake shit on it."

Pete laughs. "You didn't even touch one of the fuckin' things. Admit it; you just like wearin' Daddy's uniform."

"I freely admit it. It's kinda hot; my dick's been hard since I put it on."

"More than I wanted to know, gay boy. Do you have any idea how much shit you're gonna catch when everyone gets back tomorrow?"

"You said you wouldn't say anything about the snakes."

Pete laughs. "Not the snakes, gay boy; the gay boy part."

Mark blushes. "Oh... I guess I'll deal with it if it happens. Besides, fuck `em if they don't like it."

"I'm not sayin' they won't like it; I'm sayin' they're gonna give you major shit about it; especially if you're still wearin' Daddy's uniform."

Mark grins. "I don't care, Pete. I know they're gonna tease the fuck out of me, but I don't care; let `em tease. Besides, if they don't get a reaction outta me they won't spend much time at it; they'll get bored with it."

"You're probably right; though I wouldn't count too highly on Matt getting bored with it very soon.

Mark grins at him. "Eh, I'm not worried about psycho boy; I've got dirt on him that will keep him quiet."

"What kinda dirt?"

"Nothin' you need to worry your pretty, little head about, straight boy. It's not something that needs to be shared unless he makes my life hell."

"Good luck with that." Pete looks over at me, grinning. "So Joe, do you like seein' your other boy in your clothes?"

I smile at him. "I like seein' him outta them more."

Pete grins. "I'll bet. So are you guys in like a three-way relationship, or what?"

"Nah... Josh and I are a couple; we just like makin' all of Mark's homo-erotic dreams come true."

"Who knew he had any. I guess if this all works for you guys, more power to ya. The gay boy thing is weird enough; you three just ramped it up another ten notches."

"Why do you keep calling it weird? You tell us you don't have a problem with gay people and then you say its weird; make up your mind."

"I'm sorry, I guess I shoulda said different. At least different for me; I've never been around gay people before."

"At least that you knew of." I grin at him. "We're all around Pete; just waitin' for unsuspecting straight boys. You know we love to bring straight boys over the fence, don't ya?"

"Fuck you, gay boy. A truly straight guy would never do something with a man."

"You'd be surprised at what a horny straight boy will do with a man. Haven't you ever heard of gay for pay?"

"No, what the hell is that?"

"It's straight men who do gay porn for the money."

"If they're doin' gay porn they're no straighter than Mark is; or thought he was."

"Yeah, they are. Gay porn pays like five times more than straight porn. It's easy to find men to do straight porn, but more difficult to find straight lookin' guys to do gay porn, so it pays better. Straight men look at all the money they can make and do it for that. Think about it; doesn't it make more sense to have some gay boy suck you off and make five hundred bucks than make a hundred to let a woman do it?"

"I'm not lettin' no guy go down on me for any amount of money."

I shake my head, grinning at him. "Some of these guys are makin' like five or six grand a month havin' sex; doesn't that sound better than workin' your ass off at some burger joint?"

"They could actually get off their ass and get a better job; you don't have to work at a burger joint. Even a burger joint would be better than sellin' your ass."

"What about straight women that do lesbian porn; do you think they're really lesbians or they do it for the cash?"

"They probably do it for the cash. But two women together is fuckin' hot; I'd pay to see that."

The three of us start laughing. Mark looks at Pete, shaking his head. "So it's OK for women to be gay but not men?"

"Yeah. Two men fuckin' is kinda weird, but two women goin' down on each other is fuckin' hot."

"I guess you see things the way you wanna see `em. But think of it this way. If it weren't for the gay boys of the world you'd have more competition for the women. And besides, who would your girlfriend talk to about her feelings if there weren't any gay boys?"

"Her female friends; that's what they're for. I guess I kinda agree about the competition part. If you all are fuckin' each other then there are more women for us."

"There ya go! So the next time you see a gay boy tell him thank you."

Pete laughs. "Thank you, guys."

"Ha, fuckin' ha, straight boy. Shut up and eat your burger; that was prepared by two gay boys, by the way."

Pete smiles. "I know. I told `em thank you. Don't get Joe's panties in a bunch; I'm really not homophobic, it's just this is all kinda new for me."

"We know. But as long as you give us shit, we're gonna feed it right back at ya."

Pete grins. "Damn, dude; you've really gotten into this gay thing, huh? Are you gonna be organizing a pride march through camp next week?"

"Blow me. I've never talked any shit about gay people, this isn't any different."

Pete laughs. "Except now you're suckin' cock."

Mark blushes. "Well, yeah; except for that."

"Like I said, Mark; as long as you're happy, that's all that counts in life."

"I am happy about this. It's nice to have figured it out. And I'm really happy I have two great friends that will let me explore this with them; I'm a lucky guy."

"Yeah you are. Now eat your food; you might need the strength if your friends decide to see what's under Daddy's uniform."

Mark smiles at him. "They know exactly what's under Daddy's uniform. But no, they have big plans for each other tonight; it's just you and me, straight boy."

"I guess I don't really want to know what their plans are. So, you wanna watch a movie?"

"That'll work. I'll bring the beer and the broads, you bring the movie."

Pete laughs. "So basically you're not bringin' jack shit to this movie?"

"Nope. You get the honor of spending the time with me; that should be enough for ya."

"Ahhhhh. I feel honored." He rolls his eyes. "You'll be watchin' from the other couch, boy; keep your hands to yourself."

"Nothin' personal, Pete, but you don't exactly do it for me; you're safe."

Pete smiles. "That's the best fuckin' news I've had all week."

After dinner and clean up Josh and I leave Pete and Mark to watch their movie. I kind of want this to be as natural as possible, not just go back to the room and jump in bed. I suggest to Josh that we go for a walk, or maybe sitting on the rocks and talking for awhile. He smiles at me and takes my hand in his, locking our fingers together and we start walking. We stay around camp since neither of us is wearing protective gear or carrying a weapon. After just strolling around camp for awhile, talking from time to time, we end up sitting on the bench that Tiff had us build for her. She said she loved to come out in the evenings and just decompress after being so on guard all day. We're sitting next to each other, but kind of turned into one another, facing each other. I look at Josh and smile.

"I love you. Kiss me. We've never kissed out in the open before; I think it'd be nice."

He smiles at me and then leans forward, while bringing his hand up to my face. His lips land on mine and we kiss for about twenty seconds, no tonsil hockey type thing, just a very nice, deep kiss. He pulls back a few inches and looks into my eyes.

"I love you too. This is already better than any of my fantasies."

I lean my head in and touch my lips to his, just melting into him and feeling happier than I've ever felt before. I pull my head back a little and smile at him.

"You are my fantasy." I smile at him again. "Let's sit sideways, facing each other; I wanna look at you and touch you."

He grins at me and pulls his body back from mine, while turning and swinging his leg over the bench, straddling it. I watch him for a moment, enjoying the movements of his body and then do the same. We're now sitting face to face, about six or seven inches from each other, my legs over his. I reach both hands up and touch his face, just running my fingers slowly around his cheeks and ears, staring into his eyes. He reaches across and places his hands on my thighs, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down and then making circles before returning to rubbing them. After spending about a minute on my thighs, his hands start to move up my sides, slowly making their way up, and then over to my chest and down my front and then back over to my thighs. We spend about five minutes just sitting here like this, feeling each other and staring into each other's eyes and smiling. I've known for eight months that I was in love with this man, but now, sitting here like this and touching him, I'm happier and more in love than I ever thought possible.

I apply a little pressure with my hands and bring his face forward, mine moving as well, and we meet for another nice, slow kiss; just melting into each other. He moans a little into my mouth and tightens his grip on my thighs, his fingers snaking down to the sides of my ass. We hold the kiss for about thirty seconds or so and finally pull back a little; still staring into each other's eyes. He smiles at me.

"You are so incredibly good at that."

I blush a little and smile. "You're better." I exhale, not realizing I'd been holding a breath. "It's hard to believe we're here where we are; I feel like we're the only two people in the world right now."

"I know what you mean. You're the only thing that matters to me, Joey. Even when we're surrounded by people, you're the only thing that matters."

"I love you, Joshua."

He smiles again. "I love you, Joseph Christopher."

I smile at him and lean in for another kiss. He's the first guy I ever kissed, and even though Mark is very good, he's still not my Joshua. I melt into Josh and the kiss, just letting myself go; becoming one with my man. After our kiss he brings his hands in and up to my face, sliding them under my arms, and touches my face very lightly. The touch sends a chill through me. He brings his right hand down a little and starts to slowly rub his right index finger back and forth across my chin and then up to my lower lip. I kiss the tip of his finger and smile at him. He continues to run his finger back and forth, just lightly touching my lower lip and stopping every three or four times for a finger kiss. After about the fourth or fifth finger kiss I suck his finger into my mouth the next time he stops. He moans a little and smiles at me. I suck on his finger, just running my tongue on the underside of it, and looking right into his eyes. After about a minute he slowly pulls his finger out of my mouth and resumes his lip massage. I have no idea what it's going to feel like making love with him, but this is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced in my young life.

Josh spends about five more minutes running his finger on my lips, occasionally getting it sucked on, before he leans in for another kiss. I moan into his mouth and press my tongue against his lips, demanding entry. He opens his mouth a little more and my tongue glides in, meeting up with his, just past his lips. We both moan into the kiss and I pull myself closer into him, scooting my ass forward on the bench. My dick's been half-hard since we sat down, but immediately goes to full mast, pressing against my cammos. Neither of us is wearing underwear tonight. We both decided we didn't want the added hassle of taking them off later. I can feel my dick trying to push through the gap between the buttons on my pants; trying to get to him. I need him. I need him more than I've ever needed anything. I pull back from the kiss and look at him, hungrily.

"I need you. I need to feel you, Josh."

He looks at me with the same hunger. "Oh Joey; I need you. I want you; I wanna feel you, too. Let's go."

He pulls back and swings his leg back over the bench and stands up. He holds his hand down to me and pulls me up, bringing me into him when I'm standing. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me hard into him, his mouth landing on mine and sliding his tongue in. We start kissing passionately, our hunger for each other overtaking us. I bring my hands around his neck and pull on the back of his head, bringing his lips harder into my own. I can feel that he's every bit as hard as I am; his cock pressing into me, trying to get to me. I break the kiss after awhile and step back, taking his hand in mine and starting to walk, leading him to our room.

Once we're in our room, he's standing behind me and pulls himself into me, bringing his arms around my front and pulling me against him. He starts running his tongue around the back of my neck, while at the same time reaching down with his left hand and feeling my cock through my pants. As soon as his hand is on me we both moan. He only leaves his hand on me for a moment before reaching up and pulling my t-shirt out of my pants. He releases his hold on me with his right hand and steps back a little, while bringing my shirt up and over my head. He throws my shirt across the room and then rips his own shirt off and throwing it with mine. He brings himself back in, wrapping his arms in front of me and pulling me back into him. I can feel his hard cock pressing into me from behind. He's slowed himself down a little; he's now laying gentle kisses on my neck and back, his left hand lightly running up and down my treasure trail while his right is playing with my left nipple. I moan softly, enjoying everything that's happening to me; loving every second of my man making me his.

When he's been working on me from behind for about three or four minutes he pulls back and grabs my shoulders, turning me around to face him. He comes in for a kiss and wraps his arms around my waist again, but lower this time and grabbing my ass to pull me in. I moan into his mouth and grab his head, running my right hand around his head and my left just holding his neck. He starts massaging and grabbing on my ass while we're making out, all while thrusting his cock up into my balls through our pants. We make out for about a minute before pulling away breathless. I stare into his eyes.

"The lube's stashed in the front of my other vest; in the radio pocket. Get it and use it. Please, Josh."

He backs away from me and turns to get the lube and I'm watching his ass as he bends over to grab the vest. I moan and he turns to look at me, smiling. I lick my lips and he giggles. He turns back to get the lube, returning to stand in front of me when he has it. I kiss him again, sliding my tongue in and tasting him some more. I break the kiss after about ten seconds and look at him again.

"You are so hot, babe... I can't wait any longer; I need you in me. Please Josh."

He smiles again and kisses me, while reaching down between us and undoing the buttons on my pants. He gets the last one undone and pushes my pants over my hips and lets them drop to the floor. While he's there he undoes the buttons on his own pants and lets them drop to the floor. He pulls me back into him using my ass and rubs our cocks together, the pre-cum from both mixing and making us both slick. He's leaning his upper body back a little and just rubbing our crotches together while holding my hips. I have my hands on his shoulders, holding him and looking at his face. We rub crotches for a minute and then he pulls his hips back.

"Sit on the bed so I can get your boots off."

I sit down immediately and he drops to his knees and takes my boots off, slinging them both across the room. After he has my boots off, he rips my cammos off my legs and throws them in the same direction as the boots. He then leans his head down and takes me into his mouth, sucking me in deep. I moan and thrust my hips up a little. I let him suck me for about ten seconds. I don't want a blow job, I want him. I grab his head and pull him off my cock, smiling at him.

"That felt great, but I have other needs right now, sexy. Stand up, lift your left foot up and hold my shoulder. I'll take your boots and pants off."

He grins and stands up, holding my shoulder. I lean over and untie his boot and pull the boot and pants off his left leg. We switch to the right leg and do the same thing. I've just dropped everything on the floor in front of me. He bends down, kisses me deeply and quickly. He breaks the kiss, grabs his pants and boots and throws them over with mine. He drops back to his knees and looks at me, his eyes full of lust and want.

"How do you wanna do this?"

"With you buried inside me."

He giggles. "I know babe, but what position?"

"My back. I have to see you while you do this. I wanna be able to see your beautiful face, Josh."

He smiles at me. "You got it. Scoot back on the bed, kinda in the middle and lift your legs up; I'll do the rest."

I smile at him and do as ordered. Once I have my legs up, my arms behind my knees he gets on the bed, on his knees and gets right up next to me. He looks at me and grins, then opens the lube up and gets some on his finger. He shows me and grins.

"I get to play with your hole first."

I grin and wink at him. He sets the tube down and then moves his shoulder under my left leg, letting it rest there. I pull my arm out and reach behind him to touch his ass. He grins at me and then brings his lubed finger to my hole and pushes in to the first knuckle. He wiggles it a little and then pushes in all the way. I moan and grab his ass. He smiles at me. He starts working his finger in and out of my ass, adding a second one after about ten strokes. He works my ass with two fingers for about thirty seconds and then pulls them both out. He grabs the lube and squirts some out on his cock, rubbing it in with his fingers. He drops the lube on the bed and looks at me.

"You're sure you're ready?"

"Yes..."

He smiles at me again and then moves around so he's right behind me, still holding my left leg up, but now with his hand. I bring my hand back and hold it for him. I want his concentration on what he's about to do. He gets himself lined up with me and looks at my face again. He smiles at me again and then pushes forward a little, lining himself up and passing just past my opening before stopping again.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes. Keep goin'."

He pushes forward some more and breaks through my sphincter. I moan and wince a little and he stops.

"I'm sorry, Joey; did I hurt you?"

"No babe, it's just a little more intense than I thought it would be. Let it rest for a second and then push in some more."

"OK."

He smiles at me again and I return it, trying to let him think that my ass isn't on fire where his cock is sitting. I discover that if I push out a little and relax it doesn't feel too bad. And he's in me; he's really in me. Fuck yeah... I look up at him and grin, nodding my head yes. He smiles at me and pushes in some more, and not getting any complaints or winces from me goes all the way before stopping. Oh fuck yeah. He looks down at me.

"Are you alright?"

I smile at him. "I'm fuckin' great, sexy boy. Oh man... I have you in me; I can't believe how good it feels to have you in me. Don't ever pull out."

He giggles. "I might have to some day. You want me to try pullin' back a little?"

"Yeah; that would be great." I smile at him.

He pulls back about five inches and stops for a second and then pushes back in, stopping when he's buried in me again. I moan and smile at him. He grins and then pulls back again, going about the same five or so inches and then coming right back in. I grunt when he hits bottom and grin at him.

"Oh fuck... God, that feels so incredibly good, Josh. I feel really full, but it feels so good to have you in me. Keep goin' babe; just keep doin' that."

"It feels pretty fuckin' great from this end too, you know. Fuck, it's like there's a vice on my cock; it's so tight and feels so good."

I smile at him and then look down at where our bodies are joined. Oh man... It looks so good; it feels so good knowing he's in me; making me his. I look back at his face.

"Start fuckin'."

He grins and pulls back and then thrusts right back in, pulling back immediately when he hits bottom and then doing it again. He starts fucking me, sliding his beautiful cock in and out of my ass, just using every inch available on every thrust. He's set up this nice, smooth rhythm, not really slamming into me, but taking powerful strokes, bottoming out every time before he pulls back. After about two minutes he pushes my legs down against my chest and leans over me, his mouth coming to mine. We start making out while he continues to thrust into me, his hips and cock making a meal out of my ass. After making out for about a minute, he pulls his head back and gets back on his knees, never pulling out of me and resumes his previous rhythm, all the while looking directly at me. He has his forearms under my knees and is keeping my legs spread apart a little while he drives into me. He looks down at my cock and then back at my face, grinning.

"Your cock is rock hard, sexy; you want me to take care of it?"

"No, babe; just take care of my ass right now. Please."

"I'm not gonna last much longer, Joey; this is fucking incredible. I can't believe how good your ass feels on my cock."

"You wanna stop for a minute? I don't want this to end just yet; I'm not ready for it to end."

"I'm good for a little while longer. I'll stop or we can change position when I get too close."

I nod my head. "OK, babe; whatever you want. I love you, Joshua."

He smiles. "I love you too, Joey."

He decides to ramp it up a little and starts thrusting into me kind of hard, making us both grunt when he bottoms out.

"Oh, hell yeah. Take me, boy."

He keeps this pace up for about a minute before stopping. He looks and me and grins.

"That kinda sped me up a little too fast. God, your ass feels so good on my cock; it's like its making love to it."

"It is, babe; it is."

"Can we try doggie style for a minute; I promise we'll be like this when I cum? But I wanna try doggie style; I wanna see your hot, sexy ass while I'm in it."

I grin at him. "Sure sexy; anything you want."

He pulls out and lowers my legs. I get up and turned around, landing on all fours. He asks me to scoot to the end of the bed; he wants to do it standing up. I scoot back and point my ass back at him while lowering myself down on my forearms. He moans and I giggle.

"You like my ass, don't ya?"

"Oh Joey, I fuckin' love your ass; I always have. You have no idea how many times I've scoped your ass out while we were takin' showers in boot camp. Every time we showered together I'd have to jerk off later that night `cause I couldn't get the image of your sexy ass outta my head."

I giggle. "Damn, boy, I wish we'd both had balls enough to tell each other all of this sooner. This would be like the thousandth time we've done this instead of the first."

He laughs. "I don't think we coulda managed a thousand times in eight months, but it woulda been fun tryin'. You ready?"

"Oh, I've been ready for months, boy; get back to work."

He takes aim and pushes himself back into me; going balls-deep and stopping for a second before pulling back out almost to the head and driving back in. Oh yeah... This is good; this is so good. He grabs my hips and starts fucking my ass in earnest; pulling my hips back to meet up with his hips; his cock firing up my ass on each thrust in. He fucks me hard and fast for about a minute before slowing down and resuming his original pace. After thrusting into me about five times he swats my ass kinda hard.

"Owwwww. Not quite so hard, babe, that kinda stings."

"But it's OK if I do it again?"

I giggle. "Hell yeah, just not quite so hard."

He trusts into me about five more times and slaps my ass again, taking it easy this time. I moan and push back against him. He grabs my hips and starts fucking again, going balls-deep each time he comes back in. He spends about five minutes doing this, slapping my ass about every tenth thrust. My ass is probably red by now, but I don't care; this is fucking hotter than anything I could've imagined. I'd had countless fantasies about this for months but none of them had been this good.

He stops and pulls out, lightly smacking my ass one last time.

"I'm gettin' really, really close, babe. You wanna be on your back when I cum?"

"Fuck yeah; I wanna see your face when you cum in me."

I roll over onto my back and then scoot myself back to where he's standing. I stay at edge of the bed, not sliding back up to the middle. I want to see him over me; taking me as he leaves his load in me. I bring my legs up, bending at the knees and holding them up with my forearms. I look at him and grin.

"Take me. I wanna see you kinda leaning over me when you fill me up."

He grins. "I know the position you're talkin' about. I love it."

He walks closer, and then kind of spreading his knees a little, lines his cock up with my ass and pushes in. I moan and smile at him.

"Fuck yeah, boy; that's it."

He grins and pulls back a little and then buries himself back in. He holds it for about five seconds and then pulls back again. He thrusts back in and then kind of drops over me, holding himself up with his arms, palms flat on the bed, legs spread out behind him. He leans his head down and kisses me hard and deep for about ten seconds and pulls away, smiling down at me. He starts thrusting his cock in and out of my ass, sometimes pulling all the way out and driving right back into me, both of us grunting and moaning out. He fucks me kind of hard and fast for about a minute, but then slows way down and begins to just achingly slowly sliding his cock in and out of me. It's almost painful in its intensity and slowness; it's like agonizing anticipation. I want to thrust my ass up to meet his cock, but I know what he's doing and let him do it. I've watched him jerk off, and have sucked him off enough to know that he likes to go really slow when he's about to cum. He continues this agonizingly slow pace for about two minutes before he announces he's there.

"Oh fuck... Oh God, Joey... Here it comes... Oh man..."

He just keeps the same slow pace while filling me up with his warm fluid, never taking his eyes off mine. I can feel the warmness spread inside me as he empties himself into me. I just stare into his eyes, watching the emotions flicker across them. I smile at him.

"Oh fuck... God, that feels so good, Josh. Give me everything; fill me."

When he's finished with his orgasm he pulls out and then just lies down on top of me, wrapping his arms under my shoulders and nuzzling his head next to mine; holding me tight. I lower my legs and wrap my arms around him, pulling him against me and letting him come back down. He holds me, panting into my ear for about a minute before lifting his head up. I know this can't be at all comfortable for him; his legs are still locked and spread out behind him. I look into his eyes.

"Let me slide up on the bed and you can lie on top of me for awhile. Your legs must be killin' ya."

He smiles. "OK. That might be good. Oh babe, that felt so good; I can't tell ya how good that felt."

"I know how good that felt; believe me. Now get up for a second and let me slide up on the bed."

He pushes himself off me and stands up while I slide up on the bed and turn so we're long-ways, my head on my pillow. He climbs up on the bed and lies back down on top of me, running his forearms under my shoulders and resting his head next to mine. I bring my arms back around him and hold him tight. I have my legs spread a little and he's lying between them. I bend my knees and bring my feet in, locking his ankles down to the bed using mine. I smile and whisper in his ear.

"I love you. Thank you, babe; thank you so much for this."

"Oh God, Joey; don't thank me. I'm the one who's grateful. This was incredible; better than any of my dreams about it."

"Mine too, babe. I've dreamt of you doing this for months, but this is better than any of `em."

"I love you, Joey."

"I love you."

We've been lying here for about ten minutes, neither of us speaking; just enjoying the closeness and the feelings we were sharing. Having him on top of me has always been a turn-on and it's starting to be one again. He notices.

"I feel your dick getting hard; are you tryin' to tell me something?"

"Just that you turn me the fuck on, boy."

He giggles. "I do, huh? That's good to know. Is there something you'd like to do with that hard cock pressing into my gut?"

"I can probably come up with a few ideas. What would you like me to do with him?"

He turns his face into the side of mine and kisses my cheek. "Anything you'd like to do with him, but I have to tell ya; you're not the only one that wanted to get filled up."

I smile and giggle. "I'm not, huh? You wanna feel him inside that hot, sexy ass of yours?"

"Oh fuck yeah; I've wanted that forever, Joey."

"I've wanted it forever too, Josh. What'd you do with the lube?"

He pushes himself up on his arms and looks down at me, smiling. "That was your department." He giggles. "I really don't know what happened to it. The last time I saw it was when we started."

"Well it can't have gone too far; it's either on the bed or floor."

He grins down at me. "Always thinkin', aren't ya?"

I giggle. "Yep. Get off me, ya big stud; let's find it."

He leans down and kisses me and then rolls off and stands up. He bends over and picks up the lube off the floor, holding it up for me and grinning.

"Found it. I stepped on it." He grins at me. "I don't mean to sound gross or nothin', but uh, isn't there a chance you could start leakin' while we're doin' this?"

I start laughing. "Yeah, I guess there is. I don't wanna walk out to the crapper though."

He looks at Mark's pile of clothes and then looks back at me, a huge grin on his face. "You could, uh, use Mark's shirt; it's not like he's ever gonna wanna wear it again."

I laugh again. "That's kinda harsh, don't ya think? There's nothing like squatting over one of your friends shirts and dumping a load on it."

We both start laughing. Josh looks at me, smirking and grinning.

"I didn't mean shit on it, just kinda push out my load." We both start laughing again.

I look at him, grinning from ear to ear. "I guess. It's better than having to go outside. Do you really wanna be in here for this?"

He smiles at me. "Sure. I put it in there; I should be willing to see it come back out."

"Perv. OK, give me his shirt."

After I've done things to Mark's shirt I never thought I'd do to a shirt, I'm standing there looking at Josh, grinning. We both start laughing again. My dick is completely soft, but I'm sure my man can fix that for me. I walk over to him and pull him into my arms, landing on his mouth and shoving my tongue in. He moans and meets mine with his tongue and we start making out, pulling on each other's bodies and grinding into each other. I'm hard again within about thirty seconds. He pulls back from the kiss and looks down at my cock and then at me.

"Damn... I hope you don't cum as fast as you get hard."

"If I do, babe, I'll just keep goin' until I cum again; how's that?"

He grins. "Perfect. Come here."

He pulls me back into a hard, wet kiss; grinding his now hard cock into and under my balls. It feels great and I moan loudly into his mouth. We make out for another couple of minutes before breaking it off and stepping back from each other. I take his hand and lead him over to our bed, stopping when we're in the same place we finished earlier. I turn him around, his ass backed up, and push his shoulders down a little, making him sit. He grins at me, sits down and then lays back, bringing his legs up and holding them with his forearms. I look at his ass and moan.

"Mmmm, so fine; your ass is so fine, boy."

"I'm glad you think so, now make love to it."

I drop to my knees and grab his ass cheek with my right hand and pull it sideways a little, making his hole open for me. I moan again while I'm looking at it. After looking for a few seconds I decide I want to taste it, so I lean my head down and stick my face in his ass, my tongue aiming directly for his hole. When I land he moans and pushes his ass against my face. I moan into his ass and then start licking and tongue fucking him, running my tongue all around his hole and then in and then all around again. I spend a couple of minutes doing this before I pull my face out and look at my work. Mmmm yeah, just what I wanted; wet, hungry ass. I reach down and grab the lube and squirt some onto his hole and then bring my finger up and push it in, going about halfway. He moans out again.

"Oh... Fuck yeah, Joey; push that finger in; do it all the way..."

I push my index finger in to the hilt and hold it there for a few seconds before pulling it back out to the first knuckle and then going right back in. I finger his ass for about a minute before adding another finger to the mix. Before I add the second finger I put a little more lube on his hole and then shove both fingers in; wiggling them around a little as I glide in. He clamps down on my fingers for a second and then releases them, allowing me to continue my exploration of his insides. At one point I touch his prostate and he moans loudly and pushes back against my hand. I spend another minute or so working his ass with my fingers before I pull out and look up at his face, grinning.

"Damn, boy that is one fine ass you have there."

He grins. "Now stick that cock in it; I wanna feel you in me."

I kiss each of his thighs and then stand up tall on my knees, grabbing the lube and squirting some onto his hole and the head of my cock. I drop the lube on the floor and look at him while aiming my dick at its target.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, sexy, I'm ready; just go kinda slow at first `til I get used to it."

"I will; I promise."

I line up my cock with his hole and push forward just a little, sliding past his hole and stopping when I get to his ring. He clamps down on my cock and we both moan. He breathes and relaxes a little and I push in deeper, breaking through his sphincter and then stop again, looking at him.

"Are you alright, Joshua?"

"I'm alright, babe; bring him the rest of the way home."

I push forward a little and slide into him, stopping when I bottom out. We both moan and he pants a little. I stay perfectly still, looking him in the eyes; looking for any signs of pain. He looks up at me, a wry smile on his face.

"Damn, I feel so full. I knew your cock was fat, boy, but it feels like you shoved a grenade up my ass."

I chuckle. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No, Joey, just give me a minute to adjust; I'll be fine."

"I'm not gonna move until you tell me to; take your time. I have to tell ya, this is amazing; I can't believe how tight your ass feels wrapped around my cock. It's like sliding it into a velvet condom that's three sizes too small."

He laughs at the mental image, making me giggle and my cock jump a little in his ass. He gets a surprised look on his face and then smiles. I guess he likes that.

"We gotta laugh more when you do this; it rubs my prostate and feels really good."

"I'm glad you liked it. I'll do whatever you want me to do to make you feel good."

"OK, sexy, try pulling back a little, but slowly."

I smile and nod at him while slowly withdrawing my aching cock from his ass. When I get back to the head I stop and look at him. He smiles at me. I slowly push forward again, taking my time and enjoying the feel of every inch of him as I move back in. I stop when I bottom out again and smile at him.

"Was that a little better?"

"Yeah, babe, that was nice; do it again."

I do it again, but don't stop as long when I'm almost out, I just slowly go right back in and then pull right back to the edge without stopping. I continue doing this for about two or three minutes; just keeping a very slow, steady pace and constantly watching his face for signs of pain. When I'm about buried in him on the next downward thrust he looks at me and grins.

"You can bump it up a notch, sexy; I'm ready. I want you to go the same speed but bottom out a little harder and hold it a second and then pull back out and do it again."

I smile. "You got it, you sexy man."

I pull back to the edge and push myself back in, but on the last two inches I kinda slam into him, making his head move back a little.

"Oh fuck yeah... Yeah, babe; just like that. That felt fucking awesome."

I keep repeating this same procedure for the next couple of minutes before deciding that I'd like to try something new. I grin at him and pull all the way out and then glide myself right back in and quickly bottom out in him.

"Oh fuck...! Yeah! Do that fuckin' again; that was fucking great!"

I do it again five more time and then back to what I was doing before for five times and then pulling out all the way again. I just keep alternating back and forth for about five minutes. The feelings it's sending through my cock are incredible; I can't believe how great this feels. Maybe it's because I'm so in love with him or because his ass is incredibly tight, but this is way, way better than fucking that girl when I was seventeen. I'm in the middle of one of my pull all the way out maneuvers when he looks at me and smiles.

"I wanna try doggie style, Joey; bend me over and fuck my ass."

I grin. "Fuck yeah, boy; let's do it."

This is good for a couple of reasons. It's probably going to feel awesome and my knees need a break. Mark was right; spending so much time on your knees isn't that much fun. We get arranged and I'm standing behind him, holding his hips in my hands and getting my cock lined up. I decide just a little payback for that hard ass slap he gave me is in order. I bring my right hand back and land hard on his ass, making him squeal and jump forward.

"Damn! That hurt, boy! Don't slap so hard..."

"I'm sorry, but I had to give you just a little taste of your own medicine."

"Well, we're even now. You can slap the left cheek now, just not quite as hard, please."

"He's feelin' jealous, huh?"

"Kinda."

I slap his left cheek and we both giggle. I give each cheek one more smack and then line up my cock and push into him, not stopping or slowing down until I hit bottom, making him grunt and moan.

"Oh fuck... Fuck yeah, boy; that was great!"

"Are you ready to have me rock your world, babe?"

"Fuck yeah; rock my world, you big dick fucker."

I grab his hips and pull my cock out all the way and then drive right back into him, pulling back before I hit bottom and then shoving myself in before I'm out. I keep doing this for about a minute and then start slamming into him on each inbound thrust, making him grunt and moan each time. I've been listening to him and the sounds of our skin meeting each time my pelvis meets his ass, but I'm starting to notice that I'm doing a lot of moaning and swearing of my own. I hadn't really meant for this to turn into fucking; it was supposed to be making love. I'm not hearing any complaints from Josh so I just keep going. I've been fucking him kind of hard and fast for about seven or eight minutes before I stop, buried deep in him and panting.

"Oh fuck... Damn, I love your ass, Josh; that's fucking awesome!"

He giggles. "It's pretty fuckin' awesome from this end, too. Why'd ya stop?"

"My pelvis is startin' to hurt a little; I needed a break."

"Well I have a new idea, if you're interested in hearin' it. I don't guarantee it won't make your pelvis hurt, but you won't have to do any work."

"I'm all ears, sexy boy."

"I wanna ride you, Joey; I wanna sit on your cock and ride you."

"Oh fuck yeah, that sounds really hot, babe."

"Good. Pull that big dick outta me and lay down on the bed."

"Yes Sir."

We get situated on the bed and he's straddling me and leaning forward a little. I reach up and grab his head and pull him down to me for a hard, sweaty kiss; breaking it after about twenty seconds. He grins at me and then leans back, while reaching behind him and grabbing my cock. He aims my cock at his ass and just sits down on me, impaling his ass with my dick. We both moan out loudly. He pulls right back up and sits down again, making us both grunt. He's on his knees and kind of leaning forward while he's doing this, but after doing it about ten times, he sits down on my cock, sitting straight up and pulls his feet forward and plants them flat on the bed. Oh yeah, I've seen this move in porn movies; fuck yeah. He grins down at me when he notices me smiling at him.

"You know where I'm going with this, huh?"

"Fuck yeah, boy; I've seen this too."

"Good, take my hands in yours and ride along with me."

I take his hands and pull my arms towards my chest and watch him as he starts to ride me, bouncing on my cock and propelling himself up and then coming right back down again. He's riding me like he's at the rodeo and trying to stay on the bull for the whole eight seconds. He stays on a lot longer than eight seconds, though. It's not doing anything good for my pelvis, but it's doing amazing, incredible things to my cock. He's been riding me like this for about six or seven minutes before he stops and looks down at me, grinning.

"That's fucking great! I love that!"

I grin at him. "God yes, it is; it's incredible, babe. Do you have any idea how sexy you look doing that?"

He smiles. "I can kind of imagine; it must look kinda hot having me riding you."

"Oh, fuck yeah it does; amazing."

"Good, now it's your turn to do a little of the work. I'm gonna raise up a little and I want you to fuck yourself into me. Just go as fast or slow, or hard or soft as you want; I'm all yours."

I smile up at him and thrust hard up into him, making him grunt. I stay buried for about five seconds and then lower my hips down and come right back up. I fuck him like this for about a minute before deciding I need a little more leverage. I bring my knees up, planting my feet flat on the bed and start thrusting into him again. Oh yeah, this will work. I still have his hands in my hands, and I'm kind of wishing I could grab his hips and use them to plow my cock into him, but I kind of like holding his hands like this. I keep thrusting myself up into him, going a little faster and harder as I get into my rhythm. It's feeling and looking like nothing I've ever fantasized about before and I'm starting to get close. I don't care; it's too fucking hot to stop. I keep fucking myself up into his hot ass, over and over again for about five more minutes before I can't hold back any longer. I look into his face and give him warning.

"I'm fuckin' gonna cum, Josh; I'm gonna cum."

"Do it; fuckin' cum in my ass, boy; do it!"

"Arrrgggghhhh!! Fuck!! Oh fuck...!!"

I slam my hips up; driving my cock as deep in his ass I can get it and start unloading into him. I can feel my cock pulse and my balls retreat into my stomach as I pump seven healthy salvos of hot Marine juice into him before my orgasm subsides. I'm still buried deep in him and panting and whimpering a little. Josh has provided me with several intense orgasms so far, but this one is fucking incredible. I feel like my nuts have been sucked up through my cock and I won't ever be able to cum again. I feel absolutely drained and amazed. When I finally manage to regain some of my senses I bring my hips back down to the bed, pulling out of him. I just lay there, exhausted, looking up at him with something close to awe on my face. He smiles down at me.

"You're fucking incredible, babe; that was awesome."

I'm still panting but manage a small grin. "You're the one that's fucking awesome, Josh. Oh man... I don't remember ever cumming that hard in my life."

He smiles down at me. "Fuck yeah... Oh God, that was so, so good, babe. I loved it."

"I loved every second of it, you sweet, sexy man. I love you, Joshua; I love you so much."

"I love you too, babe; always and forever."

I finally release his hands from mine and reach up to his shoulders, pulling him down on to me, our lips meeting for a short, passionate kiss. He breaks the kiss and pulls his head up a few inches.

"You're fucking awesome; I love you."

"I love you. I can't believe how amazing that felt to me; how amazing you are."

He smiles. "You're pretty fuckin' amazin' yourself. Damn, boy, you really get into it; I loved it."

I grin. "I couldn't help it; it just felt so good being inside of you. I wanna do that again and again for the rest of our lives."

"You got it, but I'm not becoming your little power bottom; I gotta have some of that sweet ass of yours, too, you know."

I chuckle. "Oh fuck yeah; I'm not giving up having you in me; it was amazing. No baby, you don't have to be my power bottom; we'll keep it equal." I wag my eyebrows at him and he giggles.

He lies back down on top of me, resuming his position from before; running his arms under my shoulders and resting his head next to mine, after giving me a quick kiss. We stay lying together like that for almost an hour before he starts giggling. I turn my head and smile into his ear, whispering.

"Why are you giggling, Josh?"

"I, uh, think I'm leakin'."

I smirk and giggle. "Oh man... I forgot about that part; do you wanna take care of it?"

"I think I should before we wake up in a pool of your cum."

"OK, just use Mark's shirt; he won't mind." We both giggle again.

"I guess not, huh? OK, stay right here, sexy; I'll be back as soon as I can."

"I'll be waitin' for ya, lover."

After Josh takes care of business on Mark's poor shirt we're back in bed, naked, covered up and snuggling with each other. I look at my watch. 2140. Not too soon to go to sleep.

He's laying half on top of me, just like always, my arms are wrapped around him and we're just whispering softly to each other from time to time. I think both of us are kind of exhausted and I soon find myself starting to nod out from time to time. I turn my face into his, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. I smile at him and he smiles right back.

"I love you, Joshua Daniel Quinn. I'm gettin' really sleepy, babe."

"Close those beautiful eyes and go to sleep, sexy; I'm not far behind you."

"OK..." I look at him for another moment. "Sleep well, beautiful."

He smiles. "You too. I love you too, Joseph Christopher Ziegler."

Thanks,

Jeff raudiv8q@aim.com