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Over the next few weeks, I saw less of Sergeant Jackson than I was accustomed to, and far less than I'd have liked. He found reasons to be out of the office when I was in it, took assignments with Sanford rather than with me, and recommended me to undertake difficult tasks solo. Sergeant Cortes was surprised that Sergeant Jackson felt me ready to handle those tasks alone when he usually came as backup in case my knowledge fell short (or, as happened more often, a Staff NCO or officer refused to deal with a Lance Corporal).
I did my best to not need him. My alternative was to gain a reputation as someone who didn't know what he was doing. I wasn't willing to let that be how people saw me.
I spent more and more of my weekends with Danny and Noah. Usually we stayed in, but sometimes we went to the beach to jog and enjoy the relatively-empty March coastline.
Things started changing in the middle of March. The first difference was that Noah texted me during my lunch break one day to ask if he could come talk to me in my barracks room. I was in my barracks room at the time, so I told where it was and to swing by.
"Danny and I are breaking up," he told me plainly. "It's nothing to do with you, we just... don't get along like we used to. We can still hang out from time to time. No biggie there."
And while I did suck his cock before he left my barracks room, it was strange to think I'd already had my last hookup with both of them. I texted Danny to see what he'd say, and he actually called me to tell me he'd broken up with Noah, but that there was no reason he and I couldn't still hang out. I didn't have a vehicle, but we discussed the possibility of me walking off base so he could pick me up.
A few days later, I was sent up to the CO's office to fix an email issue he was experiencing. It took all of ten seconds to locate the problem, and while waiting for verification that the solution had worked, I noticed a memo on his desk that caught my attention. "S-6 Corporal caught with homo porn on laptop, being sent back to states from deployment for disciplinary action & separation".
A Corporal from my own shop who was deployed with one of the squadrons? I had heard a lot about some of the Marines that had been with our unit prior to my arrival. Heyward had separated months before I arrived at the base. This must be Corporal Cash, then.
Sure enough, a few hours later, Staff Sergeant Jones gathered the shop together to let us know we were getting one of our deployed NCO's back early, Corporal Cash. He had been deployed to Kuwait but was back in the States due to "personal reasons". He would be here early next week.
I spent that weekend with Danny. When we weren't fucking, we were recovering from a fuck or building up to the next fuck. I had to drink a lot of water to restore lost fluids.
On Monday, Sanford and I were introduced to Corporal Cash. His face was not conventionally attractive, but he had a fairly Marine Corps-standard lean build. He was about Sanford's height. He also spoke with a slight lisp that he insisted was an accent. It was pretty insensitive of us, but his denial of his lisp made it infinitely funnier to make jokes about it when he wasn't around. In defense of myself and Sanford, the sergeants started it, and Corporal Cash seemed desperate to establish himself as humorless and unfriendly.
That said, it was rather quickly established that while Corporal Cash had arrived on Monday, his clothes were not here. Since Sanford was too big in the waist for him, I offered him some of my own clothes. I passed him a few pairs of jeans to try on.
"Thanks," he said, starting to pull his boots off so he could swap the pants out. "Could I get a couple of shirts, too?"
"Sure thing, Corporal," I said, and without conscious thought, I continued, "let's see how long it takes you to get into my pants, though."
The noise he let out was somewhere between an offended gasp and a bark of laughter. I suddenly remembered that he had been sent home for having gay porn - although I wasn't supposed to know that - and the first thing I had done when we were alone together was flirt. I wasn't even attracted to him. I passed it off as a bad joke, but after he left with both pairs of jeans and a few shirts, I decided I was clearly too horny for my own good if I was flirting with someone I found unattractive and unappealing.
With whatever was going on between myself, Danny, and Noah reduced to weekly casual lunchtime and weekend sex, I found myself looking back on Craigslist for sex. Dale had long since been discharged, Gustavo's squadron had been deployed, and I hadn't yet found another regular Marine (or sailor) fuckbuddy yet. I searched for "marine" in the personals tab and looked through the results. Most were looking for a Marine or sailor to hook up with. Many that remained were former Marines who wouldn't be able to get into the barracks without drawing attention. I stopped scrolling when I reached the one I had posted weeks before that had attracted the attention of Danny and Noah. I considered reposting it, but suddenly felt too drained to bother hooking up and rubbed one out to a RedTube video instead.
Corporal Cash proved over the next few weeks that the first impression he gave Sanford and me was accurate: he was humorless and unfriendly. Towards the sergeants, he was a bit of a lickspittle. While I was accustomed to a certain degree of subservience - the military definition of discipline, after all, is "instant, willing obedience to all orders" - I still found Corporal Cash's behavior frustrating and excessive. Combined with the fact that Danny was out of town or otherwise unavailable since before Corporal Cash had returned to the States and that Noah was no longer reaching out for midday blowjobs, I was beginning to feel the pangs of sexual frustration too.
It was on the first Friday in April that I decided enough was enough and reposted the CL ad as soon as I got back to the barracks from work. I got the typical dozens of responses within minutes: civilians with no base access, veterans with base access but who would be visibly too old to move through the barracks unnoticed, civilians who lacked cars as well as base access. I pulled off my blouse and got comfortable in boots and utes to read through the replies. There were two responses that caught my attention.
First: a man who claimed to be a Marine, stationed at my base, living in base housing, but "discreet" and unwilling to share pictures. I didn't really blame him. He wasn't my first priority, but I did suggest meeting up in the barracks on my lunch break when the barracks would be mostly empty. He agreed and we set a time for Wednesday in the next week.
Second: a Marine who lived in the barracks, sent body and ass photos, and wanted to meet up ASAP since he was coming off of a long dry spell. I exchanged a few photos with him, but since he cropped his face out of all of his photos, I did the same. He gushed over my shirtless photos and said he couldn't wait to see me in person.
Eventually, Number Two brought up his concern about hooking up with someone from the same unit and potential problems it could cause. I messaged back, "Well, we'll see if there's a problem. What unit are you with?"
When he answered, the unit he named was mine.
You, dear reader, have almost certainly already figured out that the Marine I was chatting with was Corporal Cash, because I told you all the relevant information to put two and two together. With everything that was on my mind, I hadn't done so yet. I replied, saying, "Oh. That's actually my unit, too. Think there'll be a problem?"
Had I been a little quicker on the uptake, I'd have just not replied. Corporal Cash responded, saying, "I don't think so. We can both be mature adults, right?"
I answered, "Sure. So what's the next step here? Exchanging photos or names?"
His response had no body, but three photos attached. One was of him, face included, wearing clothes I had lent him. The second was of him again, lying naked in bed, his huge uncut dick and smooth ass on full display. The third was of him, a brown-skinned man's dick about halfway down his throat.
I replied, "Oh. I guess this is where it gets awkward." I sent that message, immediately followed by a photo of my face.
He didn't reply.
What he did do, was knock on my door about two minutes later. He looked nervous when I opened it and let him in wordlessly. Anxious, even. It wasn't just the fear of rejection hovering over him, though that was part of it. He was afraid that if I rejected him, there was also a possibility I might tell others he had sent me nude and sexually explicit photos of himself.
I first reassured him that I wasn't going to blackmail him. "Look, we can be adults about this," I told him. "Even if things don't go any further than they already have, there's no need for either of us to act differently at work."
Despite not being attracted to him and speaking as though I didn't want things to progress, there was a part of me that wanted the ass he had shown me. And after a couple minutes of talking, he showed his hand.
"Y'know," he said after we'd both stood up so I could show him out, "I showed you mine, but you didn't show me yours." His eyes dropped to my crotch.
As soon as he spoke, I knew he wanted it so much more than I wanted him. His anticipation was intoxicating. I started to stiffen up. I gave him an amused look and undid my belt. I started unbuttoning my trousers, then paused. I looked him in the eye. He glanced up from the bulge forming in my pants to make eye contact.
"If you want to see it so bad, pull it out yourself."
He looked confused for a second, then angry. I wondered if I had gone too far. Then his desperation won over and the only expression on his face was of desire. He walked closer to me and reached for the buttons of my trousers. I slapped his hand away. He looked back into my eyes, his expression swiftly coming back to anger. I did my best to stay expressionless as I spoke again.
"From on your knees."
His eyes went wide, but he obeyed instantly. Military discipline, right? Instant, willing obedience to all orders.
He waited, on his knees, looking up into my eyes, for verbal permission. I made him wait five painfully long seconds before I said, "Well, get to it."
He reverently reached out a hand to stroke the outline of my bulge before deftly pulling the buttons apart. Then he pulled my boxers down quickly. The force of my dick swinging out caused a trail of precum to splash across his face. I smirked. His jaw dropped a little. He stared at the tip of my cock, just inches from his face, as if seeing God.
I stared as he waited for permission. He was squirming - at first, I thought he was doing so in anticipation, unable to keep still. Then I realized he was scooting closer so that when the bead of precum building up at the slit of my dick would fall into his mouth when it was too heavy to resist gravity.
The realization of the total power I held over him caused my dick to jump a little. The spasm pushed out more precum, but the force of the jerking motion caused it to make a second line across his face rather than in my mouth. I whispered, "You're gonna end up drenched in precum if it's not inside you soon."
He whimpered like a puppy being offered a treat.
"You want it, don't you?"
He couldn't even get full words out. Just a tortured, "Uh-huh."
"Suck my cock, Andrew." It was the first time I had ever referred to him by anything but rank and surname. He moaned and dove for my cock. He took it all the way to the base and kept it there, feeling my pulse from the larger blood vessels at the base. He held it there until he gagged, then started pulling off. I grabbed his head and pulled it back in. I held him there for another second or two. When I released him, he was smiling. He gulped down air and went back for more.
I eventually pulled away from him and moved to the bed. "Get naked," I ordered him. I turned my back and pulled off my boots. When I turned back around, he was naked. He hadn't trimmed his pubes recently, giving him a bristly mass of black curls around the base of his erect, intact dick.
I gestured wordlessly to my trousers and he pulled them all the way down. I stepped out of the legs, then offered first one foot, then the other. He pulled off my socks. I lay down on my bed, then pointed at my dick. "Back to it."
He scrambled to resume sucking my cock. I told him, "Let me see that ass," and he wordlessly spun around so that I had full view of his ass and the heavy cock hanging down between his thighs. His balls were pulled up tight against the underside of his dick. I gave it a few strokes, pulling the foreskin back as I did. He hummed on my cock.
I then gave his left asscheek a quick slap. He didn't react to that at all. He was accustomed to that kind of thing, I guessed. I slicked up a finger with mucous saliva hawked up from the back of my throat and started massaging his hole with it, just teasing it. He moaned and whimpered while throating my dick. I kept that up until my finger had mostly dried, then I moistened it up again and slipped my finger in. He throated my dick to keep his moaning as quiet as he could. When he pulled back up for air, I asked, "Think it's wet enough yet?"
He immediately scrambled off of me and assumed the position at the foot of my bed. My dick was dripping with a mixture of saliva and precum. I stood on the bed, bent my knees sharply (accounting for the height difference between us, there was no way I could penetrate him from on my knees) and placed my cockhead at the entrance to his favorite toy. I teased it over the hole again. He whimpered, reminding me once more of a desperate puppy begging for a treat.
I went all the way in. His hole was as welcoming as Gary's, but as tight as Dale's. I pulled out most of the way and then back in, hard and fast.
I've mentioned before that fucking at a slow, leisurely pace is the easiest way for me to cum quickly. I hate-fucked Cash. He loved it, but after he had shot a load on my blanket and collapsed off his knees, I was still no closer to cumming than when I had started. I made him lie in his mess while I turned him around so I could pull his ass to the edge of the bed and fuck him in a standing position.
I made him roll over at one point so I could see his face. I also knew that the slight curvature of my dick meant that I was hitting his prostate much better from this angle. His expression was rather like the one I made when I was over-stimulated following sex. I kept going, hard and fast.
Eventually my phone started vibrating on my bedside table. Cash was closer to it, so I commanded, "Check who's calling." I didn't stop fucking him. He picked up my phone, holding it over his face to look at the screen.
"It- it's Ser- Ser- Sergeant Jackson!" He said, stammering with each thrust. "Do you wa-want to an-answer it?" He sounded almost like he wanted our sexual encounter to finally end.
"Fuck no," I growled back. "Let me finish first."
I cut the pace to an agonizingly-slow rhythm, ensuring that I never pulled out more than halfway. I was hitting his prostate on every thrust and withdraw; I could tell by the way his face scrunched up each time. It only took another ten minutes before I was at the point of no return.
"This ass is mine now," I told him. I filled it up with my load to illustrate that point. "You ask my permission for anyone else to use it."
He whimpered, then said, "Un- understood," as I kept fucking him.
I kept up the slow, steady fuck until the over-stimulation hit me, too, causing my dick to instantly deflate. He made a wet popping sound as I slipped out of him. "Get a shower before you go back to your room. I don't want people knowing you came out of my room reeking of cum."
He scrambled to follow that command, too. Instant, willing obedience to all orders.
I picked up my phone. It had been two hours since I sent my face pic to Cash. Aside from the missed call, I also had a text from Adam.
"I haven't gotten dinner yet. You hungry?"
I typed back, "Sure, let me get dressed." I quietly dropped Cash's clothes and shoes inside the bathroom, then went back to my room. I wiped sweat and other fluids off with a couple of baby wipes, put on some flattering clothes, opened the window to air my room out, and left without a word to Cash. I figured he'd get the message.
When I knocked on Adam's door, he came out ready to leave. We walked down to his car, and chatted about where to get dinner from. He was starving and not feeling picky, so I suggested a place that pretty good burritos near base. We drove there and ordered. Cash texted me while we waited for food, asking, "Where did you go?"
I responded, "Sgt J wanted to grab dinner." and left it at that. When our order was up, we both ate quickly and in near silence.
When we got back to his car, Adam asked me, "You in a hurry to get back to base?"
I thought about it. It was still relatively early for a Friday evening. I shrugged. "I'm cool with whatever."
He picked a direction and set off. I wasn't sure if he had a specific goal in mind, but he found his way to a winding road with relatively few lights, lined by tall trees.
"Nice area," I commented. "Great for a romantic night out or getting slaughtered by cannibal hillbillies."
Adam snorted. "I never really thanked you for what happened at the party."
Any plans to push the romantic angle died. He was sexually assaulted, almost raped, and I had seriously considered just watching it happen. "I didn't do anything to deserve thanks," I began, but Adam cut me off.
"Zeke said it wasn't the first time Marissa had tried to pull that shit when I told him about it." His eyes flicked over to mine, then back to the road. "She actually got pregnant last year. The guy she pulled it on had no idea they'd ever had sex. He was drunk. Didn't remember. She tried to force him to marry her, then tried to get child support when he refused." He made eye contact again, for a couple seconds this time before looking back to the road.
He drove in silence for a few moments, then turned onto a little promontory I wouldn't have noticed. It was a hill that looked over the city, a field of glittering lights punctuated by dark swathes of nature. He parked.
We looked out over the city for a few moments before he spoke again. "She had a miscarriage. That's the only reason her plan didn't work."
I didn't know what to say to that. I had been warned by various older Marines to be careful what women I associated with, because many would try to worm their way into marriage just to get access to the benefits that came from marrying a Marine. I had been supremely unconcerned at the time, since I was secretly gayer than a three dollar bill. The thought of those warnings now made me more than faintly sick to my stomach.
I was really glad I had called Marissa out instead of watching, but I still felt guilty.
I looked away for a long moment, then turned back to him in time to see his face moving toward mine in the ambient light from the city.
I tilted my head for the kiss and closed my eyes, lips slightly parted.
He pulled me into a hug.
I wondered if he could feel the warmth of the blood rushing to my face. He certainly couldn't see me blushing; even if his face weren't buried in my neck, there just wasn't enough light to make out those kinds of color details.
I returned the hug and it lasted a full minute longer. When Adam broke it apart with a shaky laugh, I laughed too. It helped to ease the potentially-one-sided sexual tension I was feeling.
We looked out over the city in silence for another minute or so, then he said, "Well, let's get back to base. Sightseeing is cool, but..." he waggled his eyebrows at me in a mockingly suggestive manner. "We could always find something more fun to do."
I chuckled and decided right then and there - knowing that he meant video games, not sex - that if my feelings toward him were unrequited, it was my problem, not his.
He was the best friend I'd ever had. I wasn't going to let something as stupid as falling in love with him ruin that.
As soon as I thought it, I felt giddy and lightheaded. It was the truth. I'd been in lust before - god knows I experienced that younger than most - but I'd never felt with such confidence that I loved someone.
No, I definitely couldn't ruin this.