I wasn’t looking for tight, hard Marine butt. When
you’re deployed for six months on an LST with three
hundred other Marines and a couple hundred dick-hungry
sailors, checking out ass in the shower is the last
thing you do. You get really good at going through the
day with blinders on, ignoring the packages in the
weight room, the dicks swinging and slapping hard
Marine thighs in berthing, the ball bags hanging heavy
and low.
A lot of other guys on the ship want the same things
you do, but you also have others around who claim they
don’t want your thick dick up their butts. They
probably do, of course, but would eat nails before
they’d admit how they really felt.
Even in my straight-arrow mode, there was no way I
could let Bob’s bouncy bubble butt slide past with a
casual glance. Don’t get me wrong-nearly all Marines
have good asses. But, even by Marine standards, Bob’s
butt was epic. He didn’t have a hint of slack and his
great, hard muscled butt jutted out proudly from his
hips. It was hairless and tanned and had the rich, soft
transient glow of youth.
Bob was eighteen. His hard Marine body was like steel
bands tightly coiled within tender skin. He was all
rippling muscle so soft to the touch that you would
almost rather admire him than fuck him.
Almost.
That day, I lost control of myself. He was turned away
from the door so I didn’t think he’d notice. My eyes
shamelessly took in his hard Marine flesh until he
turned quickly around and caught me looking at him. I
tried to cover with something about looking for a towel
I’d left behind, but I blushed and stammered and I did
everything but sink open-mouthed to my knees.
After that, I was smart enough to steer clear of him
for a while and I might have been okay if I’d scored
ashore in Singapore. Our last night in, though, I
struck out again for a perfect record: zero for four.
Getting drunk was a mistake. For one thing, it didn’t
help ease my frustration. For another, it made me even
hornier – if that were possible. By the time I got back
to the ship, I was in sad shape and sick. My idea-to
the point I was thinking clearly enough that night even
to have an idea-was to shower and fall into my rack to
sleep off my desire and frustration along with my
drunk. Sure enough, though, fate decided something
else. Bob stood bare-assed, flexing his muscles and
admiring himself in the shower when I got there. And we
were alone!
Fuck it, I thought to myself. I tore off my T-shirt and
shorts and tossed them into the trash, threw my towel
to the deck and slipped into the shower where Bob was
smearing foamy white suds across his beautiful bare
backside. He started to look around, but I wasn’t in
the mood for a fucking conversation. I lay my left hand
across his strong, tanned shoulders and pushed his face
to the wall of the shower. With my other hand, I soaped
the crack in his butt.
I rubbed the slick suds deep between his massive Marine
man muscles, spreading his cheeks wide as the hot water
coursed down his back and splashed off his ass onto my
legs. His butt instinctively began to grind against my
hand, softly at first and then as loudly as he dared,
he let moans and whimpers of pleasure ooze up from his
lips. His butt, soft, hairless and strong, wriggled in
my hand until, almost as though by accident, my fuck
finger slipped into the pucker that bounded his virtue
– and my need.
I attacked his wet neck and shoulders with my mouth.
His body was writhing against the shower wall, so my
restraining hand was free to slide across his bootcamp-
cut hair and down across his massive hairless chest. I
tweaked his hard, passion tipped tits, but I didn’t
finger fuck his ass. I didn’t have to. He was grinding
and thrusting and gyrating so much that his butthole
wriggled up my fuck finger on its own. When he cried
out and I knew Bob had been longing to have me inside
him as much as I’d needed to be there, I suddenly felt
not only sober, but almost liberated. Peace was just a
soapy butt-fuck away.
I took my time with him. I hadn’t been inside another
man in three months, but some deep, ancient urging
slowed my pace and made me savor the texture of his
slick ass chute along my finger, the stubble of his
hair against my palm, the thrill of his shoulder
against my lips and the deep moans of pleasure that he
emitted.
My chest was against his back and I felt his slick,
naked flesh slide against my fur-covered skin. For the
first time, my attention turned from his ass to his
youthful face. In many ways, he was an Alexander – hard
and lean and fit for battle, yet blessed with a pug
nose and green eyes and enough freckles to decorate a
tribe of leprechauns. And Bob’s body was the beauty of
man incarnate – the best of the young, the glory of a
hunk in his prime, and, as he soon proved, the
perfection of a stud skilled beyond his years.
I wasn’t about to stand behind him all night with his
butt wrapped around my finger. I had something much
meatier in mind. My thick nine inches slid between his
soapy ass cheeks and eased against his wrinkled
butthole. His hole kissed my cockhead, begging me to
hurry, and as my tongue darted into his ear, his body
convulsed against me, driving his tight manhole up my
throbbing crankshaft. He slipped over my purple,
passion-pulsing knob in one swift stroke and lingered
for a brief moment. Then, a second seizure even more
violent than the first sent him lunging up my shaft
until all nine inches of my joint were embedded inside
his guts.
I lay quietly inside him for a moment. Then, I worked
my stiff pubes against his tight Marine butt and ground
into him, twisting my cock inside his fuck tunnel,
shoving my hard dickhead into the nether regions of his
body. His rapid, frenzied pants grew even more erratic
as I began a long, slow withdrawal – pulling about
eight of my thick nine inches from him. Only my
trigger-ridge kept his ass hooked, but lust had swollen
me wide and I was his for the duration.
When I fucked back into him, my hips jolted with a
thwack into his hard jock ass and almost before that
sound could ricochet off the shower walls, I was
leaving him again, stroking up and slamming down like a
piston in a runaway engine. I felt his slick flesh
sliding along my cock rail like a fucking express to
ecstasy. Our bodies rammed against each other. I
grasped him from the front and pulled him even farther
up my prick and pounded him harder and faster.
Delirious need gripped us both and drove us frantically
onward.
Every time my hips bashed against Bob’s classic ass,
every time my cock skewered into him, he let out a
grunt of satisfaction. We were lost in ecstasy, and I
don’t know how long we rammed and fucked. Eventually, I
heard a cry that grew louder until I realized it was my
own. Almost at once, white-hot pulses coursed up
through my cum-chute and out through the huge nozzle I
had parked deep inside Bob’s ass.
Now that Bob had a taste of dick, he was ready for
more. Even before I was completely free of his hole, he
was trying to spin me around to use me as he wanted. He
sank to his knees and buried his pug nose up my butt.
I’d never been much into rimming, but, then, I’d never
felt Bob’s talented tongue up my butt.
The bastard wasn’t about to give me a chance to catch
my breath. That nose slid along the hairy crack of my
ass like Patton through Germany. When it hit home, his
tongue took over and drilled deep while that innocent
little pug nose shuddered from side to side to keep my
well muscled ass from closing in.
Bob wasn’t just a tongue fucker; he was an artist. The
tip of his tongue attacked my fuck hole, dancing around
the rim, gliding between the folds of my twitching
pucker and pounding into the pit. Every flick and
stroke and slice of his tongue tip jolted me to the
core and slipped me deeper into my lust-struck trance.
I could have stood there with my legs apart, that
boyish face up by butt forever.
Petting the back of his head as though he were a puppy,
I remember being surprised at how soft Bob’s hair was.
It was more like a cat’s than a man’s. But, since he
was going to be my sea pussy for the next few months, I
guess that was appropriate. just then, I was trying not
to moan too loudly. The last thing I needed at that
moment was a skulk of Marines to slink in to join the
action. I wanted Bob’s tongue all to myself and,
fortunately, Bob didn’t seem to mind.
He moved around and shoved the biggest, thickest Marine
dick I’d ever seen into my face. All I could do was
gape in admiration and then it was in my throat. I
managed to pull him out enough to allow my tongue to do
justice to the huge, sloppy foreskin that dangled from
the front of the gorgeous dork. My tongue slid between
the loose flesh and the silky-smooth man meat that lay
hidden below. I found his cum-slit lost under the
secret folds of his manhood and began to slither in and
out of his gash. I slurped greedily with shameless
abandonment.
Bob’s luscious knob slid back to make a home in the
tight, tender tissues of my throat as his hips began
slamming his Marine meat farther and deeper into my
face. I reached round to grab the butt I’d just fucked,
but this time I was on the receiving end of the dick-
and loving every face-slapping minute.
Young Bob liked ramming his dork down my gullet for a
while. His moans and grunts and cocky leers of pleasure
showed well enough that he thought he was in charge.
From there, though, he took about ten seconds to
discover that tight as my throat was, I had another
hole that would be even more fun. I suppose the studly
thing to do would have been for me to deprive him, but
turn about is fair play. He had his dick set on a good,
solid butt-fuck, so I got to my feet, turned round and
spread my ass.
I was ready for him to hurt. Any dick that size would
have to, I thought. For the first six or eight seconds,
it did. Quickly, however, the pain turned to pleasure.
Something about the way I was turned on changed
everything. Maybe it was the way Bob was playing with
my tits and the way his teeth had locked themselves
into the back of my neck. Maybe it was the delicious
wickedness of fucking a brother Marine in the shower of
a Navy LST.
Whatever it was, before his throbbing member was shaft-
deep up my tight, slutty fuck hole, I was one very
happy man. Every sensation that should have been agony
turned to ecstasy and showed me how much fun being on
the other end of the stick could be.
Bob grew all butch and used me like his personal whore
– and I loved it! Within a few minutes, his method of
fucking had given me my very first anal orgasm the
first of many. Once I’d turned him on, there wasn’t any
stopping the guy and he fucked my butt until I thought
we were both gonners.
By the time I felt his pearly jism up my ass, I was
ready to fuck him. We kept at it, fucking and loving
and teaching each other the ways of realm ale love
until we were both exhausted and reveille brought more
men into the head. They gave us sly looks as we limped
out to our racks, but by then, neither of us much gave
a fuck. We were just too fucking tired.