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I had a few big life changes after my nineteenth birthday. For one thing, I finally got my driver's license. It felt like a huge difference, although I still didn't have a car of my own. I drove Adam's car for the test. It was all the reason I needed to start saving money for a car, though.
The second big difference was that I found myself in a relationship... just not my own.
I had gotten the balls to post a Craigslist personal ad of my own saying that I was a military guy looking for fun, friends, or more. I got a response from a guy named Danny who was interested. We exchanged face pictures. Danny was a cute, 24-year-old civilian guy who lived near in town. We actually chatted for a few days. I liked him, but I wasn't sure where things could go with him being a civilian and me not having the means to leave base. Danny brought up Disneyland. When I told him I'd never been, he was excited about the prospect of taking me and showing me the sights. He sent me a veritable deluge of photos. I noticed that most of them seemed to be of him and a tall, lean redhead with a high-and-tight.
"Who's the hot ginger? ;)" I responded playfully when I got a change to look through the photos on a break from work.
He messaged back, "lol that's my boyfriend, Noah."
I didn't know what to say to that, so for a couple hours I just didn't respond to him. By the time I left for lunch, he messaged me, "Sorry, I thought I had told you about him before. He's a Marine too. We're interested in finding a third to be in a relationship with us."
That idea intrigued me. I knew the word "polyamory", but the closest thing I had experienced to it in real life was Terry and Sasha's relationship. They were both extremely sexual people, and neither was ever fully satisfied with the other. As I thought of them, I wondered idly if Terry had ever told Sasha that he and I had fucked. From what he had told me about Sasha, she'd be jealous not to have had the opportunity to watch, much less join in.
I flipped back through the photos Danny had sent me. I did like the look of Noah as much as Danny. If I met either while they were single, I wouldn't hesitate to go for it. I thought about it while I walked to get lunch from the flight line's chow hall, which was much nearer to work than the main chow hall. I stepped in line behind a tall sergeant and waited in the queue.
Eventually, I noticed that the sergeant had turned to get a quick glance at me before looking away just as quickly. He pulled out his phone, tapped, swiped, looked at something. He put his phone away and turned to get a good, long look at me.
So, don't think I'm an idiot for not recognizing right away that he was Noah. I couldn't even tell he was a redhead, because we were outside and wearing covers - his high-and-tight was high enough that his cover completely obscured his hair from view. It being February, we were wearing woodland cammies with sleeves down, so I couldn't even tell his hair color from his arms. It was only when I was able to look him fully in the face that it dawned on me who he was. It struck me a moment later that he recognized me from my photos as well.
"Hi there, Lance Corporal Foreman," he said with a smile. "I haven't seen you at the flight line chow hall before. You're new to the fleet, right?"
I glanced at the nametapes on his cammies. His last name was Ferguson. "Yes, Sergeant. Been here a few months now."
We made it inside the door when the line moved forward, so we uncovered and I got a look at his red hair. When the line stopped moving, he said, "Always glad to show a new guy the sights. Are you familiar with San Diego?"
"Only from boot camp, Sergeant. And I've seen the Gaslamp and Seaworld."
He chuckled. "Well, you don't look old enough to have really gotten a chance to enjoy it, but no harm in knowing where the good places are when you do turn twenty-one."
We moved forward again and the chow hall employee took Noah's order, then mine. We put our conversation on hold until we were outside. When the exit door closed behind us, he said, "You should come over tonight."
"I don't have a car, Sergeant," I told him, a bit embarrassed.
"No worries," he said with a casual shrug. "I'll drive you."
It was a Friday. I had passed field day. There was no reason I couldn't go. "Sure," I said. "Sounds great."
We exchanged phone numbers and I went back to work relieve Sanford and eat my lunch while I answered any phone calls that might come. I also took advantage of the time alone to pull out my phone and email Danny back, letting him know that I had met Noah at the chow hall and that he had invited me over that night.
The end of the day came early, since it was the last Friday before a long weekend. Sergeant Jackson let me drive his car back to the barracks. Once in my room, I showered and put on a tight shirt that flattered my arms, shoulders, and chest and jeans that hugged and accentuated my assets, both in the front and the rear. Adam had helped me choose the pants on a trip to a local mall a few weeks previously.
I texted Noah to let him know I was in the barracks (including the building number so he'd know where to park) and free to go whenever he was ready. Within twenty minutes, he responded, "Be there in 5." I quickly packed a small overnight bag - fresh boxers, shirt, socks, and a travel toothbrush. Nothing I'd miss if I left anything behind.
I was a bit nervous when I hopped into his car. We chatted, but the first time I referred to him as "Sergeant", he said, "Come on, man, it's Noah. I'm not gonna make you call me Sergeant all night."
We chatted about video games we played, movies we watched, books we read. We didn't have a ton in common, tastewise, but neither did we carry especial dislike for each other's preferences. In time, we arrived at his home. Danny rushed out to greet us and invite me in.
Noah went straight to the bedroom to have a quick shower and change. Danny kept me company during that time. He had clearly showered beforehand. He smelled nice. His deodorant had a woodsy scent to it. He flirted shamelessly. I was a bit nervous about him pushing the envelope with Noah a room away.
When Noah came back out, Danny suggested playing a board game. I think his intent was to calm my nerves, which would have been better solved by moving things straight into the bedroom. In any case, he pulled out Monopoly.
The three of us playing together took me out of my nerves, at least. I was all smiles and charm, but I showed no mercy in the game, buying up properties and trying to get someone out as quickly as possible so we'd have a reason to end it early if someone got bored. Noah was drinking and ended up being the first out, although he stayed at the table to see how things went. Within fifteen minutes or so, Danny realized I was too far ahead for him to have a hope of doing more than dragging out the game and conceded it gracefully. We chatted throughout, and the tension returned, although this time in the form of sexual tension.
Danny had also planned to play a movie if I was still nervous. He put it on and lowered the lights. I didn't pay a lot of attention to the movie. Noah and I sat on either side of Danny and moved closer to him as the movie went on. It was no more than 20 minutes in that Danny put his hand on my thigh and our game of pretending to pay attention to the movie fell apart. I looked over and realized that Noah's gym shorts were doing nothing to hide his erection. Danny seemed to be sporting a half-chub, too. I looked from the their bulges to Danny's face. He made eye contact with me and then leaned in for a kiss. When we broke apart, he turned to kiss Noah as well. It was exciting to watch them together.
Then Noah stood up, walked over to me, and pulled me to my feet before leaning down to kiss me as well. His breath tasted faintly of whiskey. Danny walked toward the bedroom as we came free of each other, looking back over his shoulder at us suggestively.
I followed, with Noah close behind. Once we were inside, Danny turned and started kissing me on the mouth, while Noah kissed the back of my neck and slipped his fingers under the hem of my shirt to pull it up. Danny broke the kiss so they could get the shirt over my head. I pulled Danny's off before starting another kiss. He was bigger than me, but still in pretty good shape. Behind me, the sensation of Noah's hairy chest against my shoulderblades told me he had removed his own shirt.
Noah gripped my chest and ran his rough fingers down my abs while Danny and I continued making out. His fingers found their way to my belt and undid it with a quick, fluid motion. Danny then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, then started kissing my way down Danny's jaw, his neck, his chest. When I got down to his abdomen, I knelt before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off. Noah stepped up next to him, still in just his gym shorts. I pulled those off and got a mouthful of his cock. He was smaller than me, shorter and less girthy. His dick was cut, his pubes, red and trimmed. I made eye contact and swallowed him to the base. He smiled at that.
I pulled off and turned over to Danny, who was pulling down his own briefs. His cock was a bit thicker than mine, but about the same length. Unlike most Latino guys I had hooked up with, Danny was also circumcised. I throated him as well, making eye contact. Noah loudly whispered, "Fuck."
Danny started thrusting, fucking my throat. "Mmm, he's not green at all, is he? You know what you're doing."
I deepthroated him, held him in, and winked. Danny laughed at that. "Okay, you know what you're doing and you love doing it. Even better." He put a hand under my bicep to pull me up. "How do you like getting sucked?"
He dropped to his knees and started sucking avidly. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding his head but not guiding it. Noah stepped in close, so I used my right hand to grab his ass and pull him close. He bent down for a kiss. Danny turned his head to suck Noah briefly, but then he caught sight of how much precum I was leaking. "Damn, that's a lot," he whispered before devoting his full attention back to me. Noah began to move toward the bed, so I followed him. He lay down, so I found a position that let me suck his cock. Danny continued sucking mine.
I got so into it that I didn't even notice Danny stop sucking my cock. Noah rolled over so that he was straddling me and held my head so that he could thrust into my mouth. Before I had any idea of what was happening, Danny straddled me as well, lowering himself on my dick.
He was warm, and wet, and tight. He squeezed as he went down and relaxed as he came back up. He knew how to use a man to take his own pleasure. I let him go at his own rhythm, though I did push up with my hips each time flesh settled on flesh.
When Noah realized Danny had found himself a seat, he turned around to enjoy the show. I don't know if he expected it, but I wrapped my arms around his fuzzy thighs, covered in hair that was more blond than red, and pulled him close so I could eat his ass. His cheeks were dusted with the same blond hair, though the hair on his calves was red. He made a surprised yelp when I buried my stubbled cheeks between his fuzzy ones, but he made no effort to change the situation. Danny started kissing him.
It wasn't long before Danny stood, then collapsed onto the bed next to me. Noah moved into position, lifting Danny's legs and immediately inserting himself where my longer, thicker cock had been moments before. I watched, then noticed the bottle of lube Danny had used to lube himself up before riding my dick. I moved off the bed to grab the bottle then put some on my hand. I made sure to get the index finger coated in lube, then moved behind Noah. I started rubbing outside his hole with it. He gave a shuddering moan. I felt his sphincter, already moistened by my tongue, pulling at the lubricated finger when I held it there.
"You like that?" I asked.
"Yeah," Noah grunted, fucking away furiously. I applied a little more lube, then positioned my finger on his hole directly, smearing the lube onto it as he fucked Danny. On the third thrust, I put my finger in a position that by pulling out of Danny, he was bringing my finger deeper into himself. He gasped at first.
Danny looked around Noah's lean, lanky body at me. "Noah's a top," he warned me.
"It's cool," Noah said. "Keep going." He thrust back into Danny, then retreated, pulling my finger into him. I pushed it forward a bit as he continued thrusting, so that he was a little deeper each time. When he was easily taking my finger all the way to the second knuckle, I let him ease off of it as he kept fucking, then placed two lubricated fingers at the hole.
I didn't spend as much time fingering him as I had Connor, the virgin airman I had fucked before New Year's. Whether he had some experience getting fucked or was just loosened up by the whiskey he had been drinking, he was able to the take the second finger without much fuss. When it seemed not to cause him discomfort anymore, I asked, "You want me to fuck that ass?" while lubricating myself with more than just my amply-flowing precum.
He nodded wordlessly, still fucking Danny.
I lined myself up with him and let his thrusting motions do the rest. I kissed his shoulderblades (his neck was a bit beyond my reach) and I could hear Danny whispering and moaning his encouragement. While Noah struggled with it at first, once he got it all the way in, he was back to fucking like a champ. I largely stayed still, only pressing into him as he pushed all the way back, ensuring that I was fucking him deeper, but also fucking him deeper into Danny.
Noah came in Danny's ass with my dick in his ass, squeezing the sensation out of me for a moment. As soon as he went soft, Danny got up onto his knees and pulled Noah down to facefuck him while I took over a slower fucking rhythm than Noah had used on Danny. As I've mentioned before, it's easier for me to cum while taking things slowly than by jackhammering a guy. I fuck hard and fast when I want to last. I wanted to cum before Danny did so I could suck it out of him. After all, Danny got Noah's load and Noah was getting mine. I wanted Danny's.
I asked, "You want me to cum in that ass?" when I was a few thrusts away. Noah said, "Uhhh..." while Danny gave a more decisive, "Fuck yes, fill his ass up." I obliged, grunting as the orgasm wracked my body.
I was still hard and not yet so sensitive that I had to stop, so I stayed in Noah and kept fucking him as long as I could. Danny stood on the bed and moved toward me. I thrust deep into Noah's ass and started sucking Danny's cock in earnest. By the time I felt myself starting to go soft in Noah's ass, Danny moaned, "I'm gonna cum, Ryan. I'm gonna cum!" I grabbed his ass and pulled him in close, letting the first shot of his cum go straight down my throat. I pulled off a bit so I could properly taste the rest before swallowing. It was thick, sweet, and a bit salty, with an aftertaste that was faintly reminiscent of the way bleach smells.
Noah's ass squeezed my dick out. From there, Danny and I collapsed onto the bed next to Noah.
Noah was the first to make his way back to the shower. Danny followed, then gestured for me.
The shower wasn't as big as Terry and Sasha's but it fit three in-shape guys with little trouble. I supposed there would have been some trouble if the guys weren't happy about being in physical contact the whole time.
After washing off the lube and cum, we made our way back to the bed. It was near 2300.
I reached for my pants, then dug for my phone. I had two missed calls, a voicemail, and a few missed texts, all from Adam.
I said, "I have to check this. One sec." I went out into the living room naked, then opened up voicemail, since the timestamp on it said that it was after the first missed call, but before the second and the texts.
Adam's voice filled my ear. "Hey, knocked on your door but you're not answering. You go somewhere without me? Anyway, I'm going to a party tomorrow night, wanted to invite you. Lemme know. Bye."
The second missed call was from two hours later. The texts were from after that. "Hey, where are you?" "Starting to worry something's wrong." "Let me know if you're okay. If I don't hear from you by midnight, I'm gonna have to tell SSgt I couldn't get ahold of you."
I typed back, "Sorry, Sgt. I'm with friends. Phone was still on silent from work. I'm spending the night off base, but I'll be back in the AM." I sent the message, then followed it up with, "I'm down for that party if the invite still stands."
I made my way back into the bedroom. My phone buzzed. I checked the message. "Cool, thanks for letting me know. Was worried for a sec." I smiled at it, then another text came in. "Sweet, I'll let you know tomorrow when we're gonna head over."
I opened up the camera on my phone, then took a quick selfie, flashing a tired smile. The only light in the room was from Danny's bedside lamp, so it wasn't especially bright. The dark hair over my chest and abs didn't help brighten things up. I cropped the bottom so that it was obvious I was naked, but so that no more than a hint of my dark pubes were visible at the bottom edge.
I sent, "Good night", followed by the picture a moment later, then put my phone back in my pants pocket and crawled into bed next to Danny.
We all swapped head again in the morning, and I got to swallow both of their loads this time, while Danny proved that his skill in giving head wasn't far behind his skill as a bottom. After Danny made a quick breakfast, I let them know I had some stuff to take care of on base, so Noah drove me back to the barracks.
I let Adam know when I was back in my room. He hadn't responded to the picture I had sent the night before. He did knock on my door within a few minutes. I was getting ready to do some laundry, but let him in.
He was in a cheerful mood, filling me in on the details of the party we would be attending that night. It would be at the home of his friend Zeke, the one he spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with. Zeke was celebrating his recent divorce. There would be conversation, drinks, board games, food, women. Adam looked at me peculiarly when he mentioned women.
I casually stuck a hand under my shirt and scratched an itch just under one of my pecs, which had the effect of exposing a good portion of my abdomen. Adam's eyes darted down for a look, then came back up. I answered, "I might be full up on the last one already," while flashing the same tired smile from the night before.
He chuckled and said, "Fair enough. Stick to conversation, then."
We played video games between loads of laundry and I periodically texted Danny and Noah to say that I had a great time the night before and would love to come back again soon. They both wholeheartedly agreed with that sentiment.
When we (Adam, Sanford, and I) arrived at Zeke's house a few hours later, I noticed that Adam wasn't kidding about there being women there. There were at least fifty people in attendance, with at least five women for every three men. Zeke apparently had a type, as they were all somewhere in the nerd-to-goth range, petite, pretty, dark-haired, and white. Four of them latched onto Sanford and I as Adam introduced us. They asked questions about our backgrounds prior to the military. Apparently, Sanford was from a town in Florida no more than an hour away from one of the places I had lived years before.
Eventually, the discussion turned to whether we were single. Sanford was happy to announce that he was. I sheepishly told them I was seeing someone. Sanford pulled a confused and surprised expression and asked me, "Since when?!"
"Since last night," I said, reddening a bit.
He closed one eye in a long, slow wink and shot finger guns at me. "Ahhh, that's why you weren't in the bricks last night."
One of the girls, Marissa, seemed disappointed that I wasn't available, but the rest seemed cool with it. I supposed they were as interested in platonic male friends as in romantic pursuits, or perhaps they knew that as a Marine, I was as likely to be single again within a month as I was to propose within the same time frame. That Marissa was so disappointed told me she was looking for something more immediate and short-term than romance.
As a gay teenager and young man, I'd always been more distant than open but also had a lot of practice at faking openness and friendliness. I found that while my openness was, as usual, an act, I did actually enjoy the conversation and party atmosphere.
Adam eventually made his way back around and introduced us to Zeke. Where Adam was short, Zeke was tall. He even made Sanford look short by comparison, and Sanford was just over six feet. Zeke had to be around 6'7". Otherwise, he was similar enough to Adam that they could pass as brothers. Their hair was in similar shades of dirty blond. Zeke had the same blue-green eye color, the same lean-to-muscular build (though, admittedly, a bit of a beer belly). Zeke seemed only to lack Adam's inviting lips. He was also pretty smashed, and despite having only been out of our sight for about 15 minutes, Adam was well on his way to catching up.
Adam did get drunk enough that I took his car keys as a precaution, but I didn't drive us home that night. Zeke insisted on us spending the night, since a handful of partygoers would be. The bedrooms were taken, so Zeke brought out blankets and pillows so Sanford, Adam, and I could split the two couches. After Zeke and three ladies went to occupy his bedroom for the night, Adam elected to take the floor, since he was the drunkest and felt like he could sleep anywhere. Sure enough, he was snoring within minutes of lying down.
Sanford was pretty drunk, too, and dropped off pretty quickly. I texted Danny for a bit before going to sleep myself.
I woke up to the sound of movement nearby. Over a year in the Marine Corps had conditioned me to be instantly alert when woken, but rather than making any sudden movements, I opened my eyes and took stock of the situation. It took me a moment to remember that I was at Zeke's place. I was on my side, back against the back of the couch, with one of my hands dangling over the egde of the couch. Sanford was on the other couch. Adam was sprawled out on the floor, asleep, drooling, one of his arms stretched out in the direction of my couch.
Marissa was bent over him, fully naked, noisily sucking his cock. His jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down below his ass. He wasn't wearing any kind of underwear. Despite his smaller stature, Adam was better hung than I was. He wasn't even fully hard, but his length matched mine at full mast, with a comparable girth. He was cut, with a prominent head and veins noticeable even in the minimal ambient light from the kitchen. I watched closely. Marissa had some room for improvement on her technique. A huge part of me was tempted to slide off the bed and whisper, "Do it like this," before taking over cocksucking duty. The only thing that stopped me was the thin line of drool down Adam's face that told me he had absolutely no idea Marissa was going to town on his dick and herself, fingers busy between her legs.
It didn't take a genius to realize she was trying to get him hard so she could mount him. He was still partially soft when she decided she had put in enough effort. She started to move into position to penetrate herself on his thick cock.
"The fuck are you doing?" My voice came out in a harsh whisper that carried through the room. Marissa leaped off of Adam, turning to me. I sat up. Adam made absolutely no response, his heavy cock slapping his abdomen loudly as she released it. She gaped at me, then fled the room. I knelt on the floor and grabbed the waistband of Adam's jeans, pulling them up over his ass by lifting him a bit as I pulled. I touched his softening cock so I could tuck it down along his leg before zipping up his jeans, but the instant my hand made contact, he immediately chubbed up. I withdrew my fingers, but he was already fully hard. I stared at it. Marissa's messy attempts at getting him hard and wet enough to penetrate her had largely failed, but brief, non-sexual contact from me got him fully hard in the space of a moment?
I stared at his dick. A little bead of precum glistened at the slit. I wanted to bend down and taste it so bad. He was definitely bigger than I was. I could compare them. I was hard, too. After a long moment of internal debate, though, he started softening again. I waited until he was fully soft this time, then quickly pushed his cock under the fabric of his jeans. I placed my hand over the dense, but trimmed patch of dark blond pubes so I could zip him up without getting anything caught in the zipper. Adam moaned as I pulled my hand out from his jeans, the sound he had made since I woke. Sure enough, he was rock hard again. I did the button on his jeans while trying hard not to move or touch him, then pulled the blanket he had kicked off all the way up to his chin. I watched him like that for a moment.
When I finally lay back down on the couch, he muttered a slurred comment. "C'mon, Ryan. Keep goin'. Jus' getta tas' of it."
He was obviously asleep, but the bulge of the blanket below his waist told me something down there wasn't sleeping yet.
When I woke, Adam was a little closer to the couch than I had left him. Sanford was already awake, as were Zeke's roommate David and a few of the girls who had stayed the night. Marissa was gone. When I came into the kitchen, they were discussing the fact that she had been sleeping on the floor in David's room when everyone went to bed (the bed itself having been occupied to capacity) but that she was gone by the time people started getting up, around 7 or so. I didn't tell everyone that I had caught her sexually assaulting Adam.
When I grabbed a drink of water, one of the girls turned to me with a teasing smile. "Looks like Adam was trying to hold your hand or something, reaching out for the couch like that."
I chuckled. "He gets separation anxiety."
Unlike Danny and Noah, they did not provide breakfast. When Adam awoke, bleary and hung over, I drove us back to base.
I followed him into his room rather than splitting off to go into my own. With the door shut behind him, I asked, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
He held his head a little bit and went to close the curtains on his window. "Yeah, one of the girls told me. Zeke drank me under the table. I need to stop trying to keep up with him."
"I meant after we went to bed." He shook his head. "I woke up with your pants halfway to your ankles, with Marissa about to start riding your dick." He looked shocked at that.
"I don't remember that at all."
"Yeah, I didn't think so. You were completely passed out when I realized what was going on. Marissa freaked and left when I asked what she was doing."
Realization hit him. He had heard the others talking about Marissa's departure. "Uh, thanks."
"Yeah, I figured you didn't want to get some chick pregnant without realizing it." I kept the temptation to replace her to myself.
There was a long silence, then Adam said, "My pants were on when I woke up."
I nodded. "Yeah, I figured you'd be embarrassed if everyone woke up and saw your little cock hanging out."
He raised an eyebrow at that. I shrugged.
"By the way," I said as I turned for the door. "You got hard as a rock when I tried to zip you up." I glanced back at him. His expression was impassive. "Figured as much stimulation as you got last night, you probably have crazy blueballs this morning." I gave him a chance to respond. When he didn't, I shrugged again and said, "Well, I'll leave you to it. I'll be in my room if you need me later."
As I let myself out his room and walked over to mine, I thought, How many hints does a man have to drop?
When Adam didn't text or come over within the next half hour, I hopped in the shower to wash off the night and set about enjoying the remainder of my weekend.
I couldn't get the image of his thick, veiny dick out of my mind.