Additional Training

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I had been on the ship nine months when I was given additional responsibilities. I had busted my ass since I'd arrived, more from trying to keep myself busy so my dick wouldn't notice I was locked in a ship with some 4,000 guys than an actual work ethic, but whatever worked.

The training was six weeks in Virginia Beach and then back to the ship. I was told that it was a pretty intensive course and I wasn't going to find time to fuck around and see the area much.

Boy did they undersell that.

From what I understood I was going through a 12 week program in half the time because...well I assume because the military likes to fuck with people so let's go with that. So I found myself hip deep in manuals and practice tests and just so much shit I didn't even think of going out. I would get back to my temporary quarters, look at the stack of books and then gently cry myself to sleep.

In fact, the only thing I had time for was to hit the gym for a couple of hours every other day. I had just thought this to be a good way to blow off some steam and burn some calories until I realized that this base was different than most.

It trained Marines here as well.

I'd never actually dealt with a lot of Marines before. My Training had been Navy only and when I got stationed it was on a purely Navy base. I'd seen some out and about, but I'd never actually served next to one.

As I walked in the gym it was obvious that the two branches didn't play well together. Near the machines and cardio were a bunch of Navy guys, you could tell they were Navy by the fact you could tell we had hair once and the collection of blue sweatshirts here and there. By the free weights and bench press were the Marines, you could tell them by the way they all wore their olive green PT shirts and shorts. They all sported high and tights that looked like they were cut with a straight razor and shared a collective scowl that made them look either angry or constipated.

The marines I had met took it very seriously. Some of them wrapped their entire identity up in being a devil dawg so they were always ON in public. They talked loud, in that super serious tone and never really smiled. Honestly it looked exhausting to me but it did make them more attractive.

Now I'd fucked a few guys back off base. The population of guys looking to hook up was deep enough that I didn't need to really try that hard, but I hadn't fucked a marine yet.

But as I stretched some and watched the jarheads go about their business, I realized I wanted to petty bad. I mean they were hot, sure, but so were a few of the Navy guys. No it was the mystique, the challenge, the bravado that called to me.

Well to my dick but what's the difference at this point?

Now when you're looking to scare up a straight guy there are some things you should consider.

1: Never approach them in a group.

This can't be overstated. Men's egos are multiplied when other guys are around, doubly so if they are their friends. Trying to talk a guy up with his buds watching is impossible, don't even try it.

2. Learn to read the room.

If your watch any social area you'll notice there are pockets of people that gravitate towards each other. Normal people like being around other normal people and will move into clumps if they have the chance. Certain people will move from group to group, marking them as social people, others will stay next to the same person, marking them as uncomfortable of the situation, and then there will be the ones who are off by themselves. These are the ones you want to watch.

3. Ascertain why they are alone.

This is the tricky one. There are a variety of reasons a guy would be off away from people, and each one has a different approach. They could just be anti-social, which seems simple at first but then why are they in a social space? If it's a function they have to be at, leave them alone. They are not happy to be there and not likely to engage with you. But if they seem anti-social and are there by choice, they could be secretly wishing someone would talk to them.

I know if sounds like a joke but it's true. They could be shy, they could not be very social, they might not know how to walk up to strangers, which means they secretly want someone to to it for them.

And that my friends is a sign of a closet sub who just hasn't figured it out yet.

So as I stretched I watched and I learned. There was a big guy by the squats and he had maybe five other guys with him. Typical alpha male and his beta followers. He was top dawg and they wanted prestige by just being around him. Boring. There was another group of guys at bench press, trying to pretend they weren't listening to the first group. These were all betas who didn't have the swag to hang with them yet. They were all waiting to be acknowledged by the alpha so they could move up in the world. These guys would be prime targets since they desperately seek validation, but remember what I said.

Never approach a group.

That left a couple of stragglers, headphones on, deep in their zone, an older Marine who obviously had no time for puppies, and one guy over at the leg press.

I zeroed in on him.

He was on the short side, which already gave him an attitude. Because most girls are obsessed with taller men, shorter men develop a complex about it that is a short cut into their self esteem. I know you've heard of short man complex, well it's true but here is the thing. That's good. If a guy already has doubts about himself then he is ripe for flattery and attention which can lead to so many other things.

He glanced over at both groups between sets, not in an angry way, more in a longing way. If I had to guess he was either new or quiet, and that coupled with his height would make him the butt of jokes in the barracks. Him being here but alone showed he wanted to be seen and eventually accepted by them, but he wasn't willing to do anything more than that.

Can you see how his own neurosisies made him easy prey?

I moved to the abs section, situated between the machines and free weights, a virtual neutral zone within the gym. I started my crunches and watched, seeing if fate was gonna throw me a bone.

About twenty minutes in she did. Alpha boy was done, which of course meant his court of waiting was done too. They walked back to the locker room without even a glance back. Ten minutes later the second group guys followed, since they weren't gonna be discovered today there was no point in continuing. Once they were gone I had my chance.

I walked over towards him as he was finishing his set.

"Dude, how much are you putting up?"

He looked shocked to be asked a question and then just smiled, "310, but I've done more."

I whistled my shock at the number and shook my head, "That's impressive as fuck. How do you do it?"

This is gym foreplay. If you haven't done it, allow me to explain. Straight guys have very few windows of approach for random conversation. They include food, beer, pop culture as pertaining to something manly, sports and working out. Those are the only acceptable topics you can walk up to a random straight guy and start a conversation.

"Dude, lemme ask you. Are those wings are good as one stops garlic ones?"

"Hey man I've been meaning to try that brand, any good?"

"I feel the need...the need..." wait for him to finish it and high five him.

"Dude you see that game last night?"

And of course...

"What is your routine for getting (insert random body part) so big?"

Marine boy gave me a grin, "Wanna see my routine?"

"Fuck yeah I do!" I said with enthusiasm.

I mean sure he said wanna see my routine but all I heard was...

"Hey you wanna fuck me until my eyes roll back in my head?"

And I did, I really did. God I love straight guys.

So I go through my routine, which will help his abs but they won't look like mine. This isn't about giving him instructions, it's about teaching him to follow them. As he grunts with exertion I throw in, "Dude, do what I say and you'll be fighting the pussy off."

He nodded, unable to talk but he was listening and learning like the good boy he was.

After about 30 min he let out a sound of defeat and rolled off the table. I looked down at him, best he get used to this sight now, and shook my head, "Not bad for a beginner."

He blushes appropriately and I hold out a hand to help him up. He comes up to my shoulder, a fact he is acutely aware of but I say nothing.

"Dude I am beat, there a steam room here?" I ask making a face and rubbing my shoulder.

He nodes, "Upstairs. By the locker room."

"Sweet, I'm gonna go die in there."

I don't ask him to join me, because that would mean I want him to. Instead I take my time grabbing my towel and he pipes in with, "Yeah I might join you."

I nod and walk towards the locker room, my little marine in tow. I see the wooden door and small glass window but ignore it and head into the locker room.

"This is it," he says pausing.

I look back, "Yeah, but I'm gonna run cold water over me so it hits my pores better."

No I have no idea what that means but he nods in agreement like he agrees.

I kick my shoes and socks off and toss them in my locker. He's three down and I see him doing the same. I strip, tossing my sweaty clothes in and grabbing a fresh towel. I make a show of trying to put the towel around my waist without flashing my dick but damnit. I dropped the towel.

I see him give a side glance, because that's what guys do. If there is a chance to see a guy's dick you look, because you have to. It's true, all straight guys will look and then turn away quickly, but not before taking a mental snapshot to compare to later. Conner is no different but his eyes get wide before he turns away and then REALLY concentrates on undressing.

Let me tell you something, I love having a big dick. I know I sound conceited and cocky but I don't care because it's true. My dad may be a complete asshole and made growing up in his house a living hell, but he did give me a fantastic cock.

I assume he has one too, only way a motherfucker like him could keep a woman because it sure wasn't his attitude.

I had been bigger than most guys since junior high and I can say for a fact, it was awesome. I assume that guys stopped being obsessed if their dick was big enough in high school but the fact is, every guy worried about it.

Well I didn't but most guys.

Conner was having a crisis of faith now. I was as strong as him, I had better abs, I was taller and now the last straw. I had a bigger dick. As I walked into the shower area he followed a few steps behind. Something in his mind had clicked, we weren't two guys competing to see who was the best anymore. No, that game was over.

And he had just given up.

I showered like a porn star. You know, hands up, abs clenched, making sure the water his every single one of my muscles. I knew the water would cascade off the head of my cock, making a little waterfall in front of me. I couldn't see if he was watching, because I was too busy soaping myself up, but I had a feeling he was because when I rinsed my eyes out and looked over at him he looked away quickly.

"Whew, better. You ready?"

"Sure," he answered turning his shower off. He had a tight little body on him. Built wide, nice waist, fucking dump truck ass.

We walked towards the steam room and I asked, "You wrestle in high school?"

He nodded, "Yeah, how did you know?"

We walked into the steam room and in the few seconds of light that leaked in I could tell it was empty.

"Your ass, you got that wrestlers ass the girls lose their shit over."

He chuckled and I knew the compliment had hit home. We sat down on the bench and I waited for my eyes to adjust. He sat across from me and seemed confused at what you do in here.

I leaned back and spread my arms wide on the bench and sighed, "This hits the spot man."

"Yeah feels good," he said with no enthusiasm. He was here because I was here and he didn't know why. But he also knew he had nothing else to do, the guys back at the barracks weren't gonna hang with him, so why go home?

I spread my legs like I was on a subway and I felt my towel unravel at my waist. It was still draped over me but it wasn't tied anymore. I waited a few more minutes and sat up, "It's not hot enough right?"

He shrugged and I stood up to pour some water over the rocks. When I did my towel dropped to the floor. I ignored it and went about my business like it was perfectly normal to be naked.

"What about you?" He asked, "You play any sports?"

"Baseball," I said turning around and flexing, "That's why I have these."

He stared at my naked form flexing in front of him. I could see the look on his face and knew exactly what was going through his mind. I looked like he wanted to. I was tall, lean, cut and hung. I was outgoing, assertive and obviously not shy. He looked at me and saw the perfect him and he wanted it badly.

He just didn't know it yet.

"That makes sense, you look like a baseball player."

I gave him a wicked grin and sat down next to him, "And what's a baseball player look like?"

He stammered some from my proximity. I was sitting right next to him but the steam was building in the room, I had an excuse if he asked. But he wasn't going to ask. Instead he looked down and said, "You know, that all American jock look."

I did know, and I knew he didn't think he looked like that. I mean he didn't, but he thought that was a deficiency when it really wasn't.

I nudged his shoulder, "Aw I bet you were beating girls away with a stick."

He shook his head, "Nah, I can't talk to girls."

"With that ass?" I laughed, "You should be able to."

He looked over at me with a smile, "You're really going on about my ass."

I shrugged, "It's a nice ass."

We both laughed and I decided to move things to the next level.

I turned towards him and grabbed at him with my hands, "Come here wrestler boy, give me that cake!"

He burst out laughing pulling away, but not getting up.

I reached down and grabbed his towel, "I must have your cake!" and pulled it open.

I was not surprised to see he was half hard.

He grabbed at the towel to cover himself back up but I pulled it back, "See something you like?"

He grabbed at it again, standing up this time. I tossed the towel up, and he followed it with his head. I grabbed his waist and pulled him back into my lap, "I got you now."

"Jack...." he half whined, embarrassed.

I hooked my knees under his and spread them open, "Why wouldn't anyone go after you?" I asked, reaching around him and tracing his chest.

"Jack..." he sighed quietly, "Don't."

I traced up and tweaked his nipples and he gasped and jerked in place. I pulled him back against my chest and whispered in his ear, "They'd be crazy not see you..."

He turned to face me and I moved my Mouth over his. He moaned as he felt my tongue slip over his.

Like shooting fish in a barrel. Let's get some nonsense out of the way.

1. Marines Don't Kiss

Bullshit. Straight men in general will not kiss people they do not acknowledge as their superior but if you dominate them or convince them you are in charge, they will kiss anyone and anything, just as Conner kissed me.

2. Military Guys Don't Mess Around On base.

If you believe this you have never been so wrong before.

3. All Marines Are Bottoms.

I don't know because in my life all straight men are bottoms, Marine or not.

Conner kissed me back, grinding on my lap like he was going into heat. I didn't have any real proof but I was guessing that Conner still had his boot camp hardon, which was that stretch of time from boot camp to your first leave that you really do not have a lot of time to fuck anyone. I had roomates in A school and C school, went to my ship and was in general berthing before I ever got leave. By the time I got home I was ready to fuck a goat if it was nearby. I ended up hooking up with a girl I knew in high school who was working at the local Ihop, two guys from online and who limped out of the motel room I had rented for the night. and a fuckbudy of mine from high school,

I don't think Conner had gotten his rocks off yet.

I had a hand around his throat as I held him in place, His dick was hard as a rock and the way he was grinding his ass back, he could feel mine. I broke the kiss and gnawed on his neck, "You like this?"

He nodded as he groaned from my mouth, the way this boy was acting I was now wondering if he ever had sex. The thought of a cherry Marine was too much for me, and I pushed him off my lap and to the floor. He turned around, looking at me, well at my cock, and I swear this kid was pushing too many buttons. I grabbed my base and pointed it down towards his mouth. I didn't say a word, I didn't break eye contact, I just held it there.

Unbidden he leaned forward slowly, it looked like he wasn't sure what he was doing. He kept staring into my eyes and opened his mouth and licked the tip of my cock,

"Fuck..." I hissed as I threw my head back.

That's another thing you should remember when fucking straight guys. You want to make sure their ego is kept down but you want to also give them praise when they service you. Most guys get off on being able to make a superior man feel good; it gives them a sense of pride and spurs them on without a word. Conner liked that he could make me groan because he stopped licking and just swallowed my cock completely.

Well, he tried.

He gagged a lot on it, and I put my hand on his head and pulled back, "It's ok..." I said softly, "You got it."

He was still looking up at me as leaned forward, taking my cock into his mouth. He wasn't experienced; that much was clear. Straight guys give pretty shitty blow jobs until you train them well. "Cover your teeth," I commanded, slapping the side of his head. His teeth vanished as he worked more of my shaft down his throat. He gagged again but this time he kept struggling, I smiled as I muttered, "A Marine never quits."

He moaned around my dick as he doubled down on my cock, with all the steam I hadn't noticed he was jerking himself off as he did. Our boy was into this, but how long would this last?

I could nut in his mouth, make him swallow my load on his knees, jerking his little cock as he looked at my superior rod. It was tempting but I wanted more than just a blow job.

I wanted that ass.

The danger was if I stopped him now he could come to his senses and chicken out when we get to the locker room. Right now the heat, the moment, the everything had made him sex drunk, and he was completely in it. But if I wanted to fuck him I was going to need lube and time; two things I didn't have at the moment. I could end up not finishing my blow job and not getting to fuck him if he freaked...but the only chance at that cherry ass was to gamble.

I grabbed his head and pulled him off my cock, "I have a room to myself, let's go somewhere safer."

Another risk, reminding him of the exact situation he was in.

He paused and looked at the door.

"Come on stud," I said with a smile, "I wanna take my time sucking your dick."

More bullshit, but I needed to keep him interested before common sense descended on him.

"Come on Conner, you afraid?"

That was it, his lips became a line and he stood up, "Come on."

We grabbed out towels and walked out. I followed him back to the locker room. This was better than I could have hoped. He wasn't just into it, he thought that he was in charge.

God, I love straight guys!
We were both quiet on the way back to my room. I was unsure how this was going to go. It wasn't that far across base but more than enough time to lose one's nerve. I wanted to press the issue and keep him off balance, but I knew trying to talk about sex out loud is a sure fire way to freak a straight guy out. When we got to my building, I got us to my room, and he rushed in before anyone asked why there was a Marine on this side of the base. I turned around, and he came at me pushing me against the wall, his mouth on mine.

So much for losing his courage.

I was startled, no way to deny it, but I had to regain control before this got out of hand. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him off me, "Get naked."

He paused for a moment and I added, "Now!"

He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it behind him. He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the ground. He had a pair of bright white boxers with a pretty noticeable bulge in the front. He grabbed the sides of them and pulled them down, stepped out and stood up straight again, his dick hard and bobbing. He stood there, waiting for orders.

I yanked my shirt off and his eyes went to my abs and I knew he was hungry as fuck. I looked down at my jeans and back to him, "Take them off."

He moved towards me and pulled my button fly open. He pulled them down and waited for me to step out of them before he tossed them aside. I was wearing my jock, a habit I had picked up in high school and never got out of. It was bright red with a white strip down the center, and it did nothing to hide my throbbing cock. He looked down at it and licked his lips, but like a well trained dog who had a treat balanced on his nose, he waited until told he could move.

"Kneel."

He dropped to his knees instantly, now at eye level with my dick.

I say," No hands," and wait.

He leans forward, hands behind his back and licks the front of my jock with his tongue. He tries to nudge the cloth out of the way with his nose and gets frustrated by his lack of success. He is licking between the seam, trying to taste my cock something awful but with my dick hard, there just isn't any room to spare. Finally he looks up at me with big eyes and in a voice that comes straight from porno he asks, "Permission to use my hands, sir."

My cock lurches in response and I nod once and he's a blur. He pulls the jock aside and my dick slips free, slapping my lower abs with a wet thud. He loses his mind on it, licking up and down it's length, his hands cupping my ass, small grunts escaping his mouth as he slathers it with spit. My dick spits up a glob of precum and he moans as he laps it up. He grabs the base of my shaft and pulls the tip down so he can fit it in his mouth. He's learning because he gets most of it in without gagging, and he is using his tongue very liberally now.

This kid is going to make me cum and that isn't good. If I am going to bust a nut it is going to be in his ass, not his mouth. I pull my cock free of his lips and offer my balls to him. He begins to service them instantly. his eyes closed in concentration as he licks the smooth surface, "Harder," I bark and he obeys instantly. He is into this more than I thought, which is a welcome surprise for sure.

I push his head back and presses against my hand, tongue still out.

"Get on the bed, all fours. Present your ass."

There is a slight hesitation as he looks into my eyes and sees where the day is going. I add, "I gave you an order."

His dick twitches and he lets out a throaty, "Yes, sir." and gets off his knees and crawls on the bed.

He stay there, on all four, ass up, face forward.

"Ever have your ass eaten?" I asked moving onto the bed.

"No sir."

"Face on the bed, pull your cheeks back."

He slowly lowers his face to the bed and reaches back to his ass. He is still hesitant but it too into the orders to actually resist. He pulls his meaty cheeks back and exposes the real prize.

One tiny, pink, Marine hole.

You could tell he was straight from the hair that covered his buns and taint. Fags know to clean themselves up if you're having someone over for dinner, but this is the boy's first fuck so I excuse his lack of manners. I lean forward and lightly blow on the hole, causing it to wink once and a low growl come from his throat. I take the tip of my tongue and trace it around his ring, he lets out a lower noise as his hole twitches open for a moment. I press the tip to his hole and press it firm, it resists me of course, because no straight boy gives up his ass without a fight. No matter how much they crave it there is still the instinct to protect it, not matter what.

I hold my tongue till, just applying pressure to the same spot constantly. His hole quivers and the tip slides in a tiny bit, eliciting a whimper from him as he feels the hint of pleasure waiting for him. Now he opens his hole willingly for a moment, allowing me entry a good inch. He groans loudly and his hole tenses up, pushing me out. Realizing what he has done he relaxes again and in I go, another noise and pushed out. We play this game for about a minute, him reacting to my tongue slowly impaling him, quarter inch at a time. Finally he lets out a deep breath and his ass relaxes completely. My tongue forces its way in and he just lets out a low, "Fuuccccckkk...." as he the start of his cherry being taken.

I've said this before but let me repeat myself, owning a big cock is not an automatic ticket to pussy town. In fact a lot of girls were turned off by my dick, so I had to learn other skills to garner their trust and eventually permission to fuck them. A good tongue can get you further than a big dick any day of the week. A tongue can do things a cock can never pull off, it can be gentle, smoothing, teasing and above all else....addicting. Every straight guy is the same when you eat them out. There is the resistance, the fight, the battle and finally the surrender. That is followed by the awakening as they slowly realize that their ass can do so much more than just shit. Once you get in them they will slowly forget why they fought you in the first place. Our boy Conner here got there about two minutes ago as he started pushing his ass back onto my face.

"Please sir...more....more..." he groaned.

Never let anyone tell you begging isn't a turn on.

I push in harder and he sinks further into the bed as he screams into the pillow. He is pounding the bed as I dig into his virgin ass for all I got. At this point he would do anything I asked. He is lost in a wave of pleasure that he didn't think possible and he still hadn't touched his dick yet.

Once I am sure I have enough spit in him and had teased him enough to get the point, I pull off his ass and sit up. He looks back at me, hands still holding his ass open.

"On your back."

He turns over quickly, legs spread, dick sticking up like a leaking flag.

Now to make him work for it.

"Open that drawer, and pull out the bottle."

He looks to the side and opens the small end table and pulls out a bottle of lube.

"Open it."

He opens the cap and waits.

"Spread some on your fingers..."

He applies a glob onto his first two fingers.

I smile; god, I love this part.

"Stick your fingers up your ass...get yourself ready to be fucked."

There, I said it out loud. I was going to fuck him. There was no more confusion, no claimed ignorance later. I just told him what I was going to do, and what he had to do before.

"We can do it without the lube, but trust me you want it."

And there are his choices. Get fucked or get fucked raw.

He had no other way.

Slowly his hand moved down and I saw his two fingers push into his ass, he winces slightly and stops.

I grab his wrist and push it in, spearing him up to the second knuckle.

"Get yourself lubed," I said moving to the side to show him my cock, reminding him of who was the superior man and who was the cunt about to be fucked, "You need it this deep."

He fixated on my cock and slowly started to push his fingers into himself, his cock twitching with each entry.

"Deeper, now."

"Y-yes sir..." he whimpers, pushing more into his tiny little hole.

He groans slightly and I smile...almost time now. I'm not going to lie, I could have watched this kid finger himself all day long. Watching his facial features as he was forced to debase himself to a stranger was just erotic as fuck.

There was obvious discomfort from his ass, after all up to this point in his life everything had been moving in the other direction. I knew he was serious about it though because he winced more than a few times, telling me he was really going for it.

His dick was at full mast as he continued, so his face might have been saying no but his cock knew what was up. I took the bottle of lube and smeared some on my own fingers and moved his hand aside.

He held his breath as my fingers grazed the outside of his hole and I paused. He let the breath out and nodded.

I pushed two fingers into him and he hissed sharply as he closed his eyes. Fuck this kid was tight, his ass practically sucked my hand as he clenched. I slapped the side of his muscular ass and barked, "Relax!"

His face was red and he nodded and relaxed slightly. Satisfied he was at least trying I pushed in again, forcing my way down his tight ass. He groaned as I went deeper, past my second knuckle easily.

I held steady, allowing his ass to adjust for a few seconds. I widened them and he helped a little but he needed to be loosened up if I was gonna fuck him. My cock could hurt actual bottoms, virgin straight boys it would kill. I kept this up for about a minute and then slid them out.

He was panting and already breaking a sweat, and we had just started. I needed to keep his head in the game so I decided to play him some.

"Too much? Wanna quit?"

His eyes narrowed and I knew I'd struck gold. He shook his head, "I'm good."

I gave him an evil grin and shoved three fingers in. His ass came off the bed as he bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming. He was whimpering up a storm but his cock was leaking all over his stomach. This boy loved pain and humiliation on some level, just the way I like them.

Three fingers were harder to stop then two and I was able to wedge them up in his ass and did some real work loosening him up. I knew I could have found his prostrate and made him a little more compliant but honestly, I wanted to see how far he'd go on just pain. I didn't know it at the time but this would come to be a common theme with the other marines I eventually tagged. Pain wasn't something they ran away from.

It was something you endured with a smile.

I pulled my fingers free and he took another deep breath. He wasn't going to get any looser, he was as "open" as he was going to get. I grabbed the lube and was going to coat my cock when I paused.

Part of me still wanted more out of this kid.

I moved closer to his head and handed him the bottle of lube, "Get it nice and slick, you're gonna need it."

He took the bottle and squirted a glob in his hand and then began to stoke my cock. He got that same glassy eyed stare that most small dicked guys get when they touched my cock. He was imagining what he would do with a piece of meat like this, and in the process was subconsciously submitting to me even more.

He was practically jerking me off now which was not on the menu. I slapped his hand away and he stopped, big blue eyes staring up at me.

And I still wanted more.

I moved my cock over his face, "Kiss it."

There was no reason for this except to denigrate him even more than I had. This was like shoving a puppy's nose in shit after they made a mess on your carpet.

A slight hesitation and then he lifted his head up and kissed the tip of my cock lovingly. Without breaking eye contact he dug his tongue into my pisshole and it actually made me gasp for a moment.

I pull back and he has a small smile on his face.

I move between his legs and hope he had used enough lube.

I pressed my head against his tiny, little marine hole and waited. "On three," I said and he nodded.

"One."

Deep breath, eyes closed.

"Two."

And I shoved it in.

I was already leaning forward to cover his mouth as he screamed. I had half my cock in his ass and was holding him down with one hand on his chest, the other over his mouth.

He was screaming something into my hand but I didn't care. I knew two things, his fucking ass felt amazing around my cock and I wanted more. I didn't push any further in, I just stayed still, feeling his ass muscles flutter and quiver around my shaft.

He had stopped screaming and all that was coming from beneath my hand were whining whimpers. His eyes were red with tears as he pleaded with me silently.

"Listen up boy," I growled, "You gonna puss out on me? Little bit of pain too much for you? Huh?"

He stopped whining and was silent now.

"I've fucked girls who handled my dick better. You saying you're weaker than a girl?"

He shook his head so I removed my hand, "No, sir, I can take it."

"You fucking better," I threatened, "You ready?"

He nodded quickly, still looking like a rabbit caught in a trap.

I pushed in slowly and he groaned as he his clenched in agony.

"What is pain?" I asked.

He opened his eyes and looks at me confused.

"What is pain marine?"

His features for serious and he barked, "Pain is weakness leaving the body sir."

"Damn right it is," and pushed in further.

He grunts quietly but it is a noise of coping than actual pain. He keeps his ass relaxed as I push further and further in, his face was a model of concentration as he pushed past the pain and just endured it.

At the time I thought this was a Conner thing but I learned later it was a marine thing. Every single jarhead I tagged after Conner was the same way; wanted to be dominated, loved being given orders, and always wanted to test how much pain they could take.

Conner had taken all eight and half inches of pain like a champ, I was proud of him.

"Fuck yeah, that's how you do it," I said with a smile. He grimaced back and nodded.

I leaned down and kissed him, giving his ass time to adjust to the whole thing. I found the more you can distract from the cock in their ass the faster their ass accepts it's fate. He kissed me back hungrily, desperate for affection at this point. I had torn into him and he craved my validation something awful.

"So hot," I cooed to him, "Fucking strong ass marine."

His ass loosened a little and I felt his cock start to harden beneath me. So he got off on being demeaned and got off on being praised.

Gotta love straight boys.

"Yeah you like that cock don't you?" I asked sliding back a few inches and then slamming it home. He gave me a small whimper as he nodded so I did it again.

And again.

And again.

And again, until he was moaning under me like a cat in heat. My cock was sliding freely now as I pulled back to my head and rammed the entire length down his ass. His legs were up in the air, one hand over his eyes to hide his embarrassment, the other on his cock as he jerked himself off.

I grabbed his ankles and spread him like a wishbone, knowing I had already been given my wish.

It had to hurt but the boy was into it, when I let his legs go he wrapped then around my waist and pulled me into him, raising his hips to meet my thrusts.

"You like getting fucked? Huh marine you like that cock?"

Hand still over his eyes and moaned, "Yes sir, fuck my ass please..."

I did just that for five minutes straight, the muscles of his ass massaging my throbbing cock like it was a Taiwan hooker earning her wage. He had let go of his cock because he was too close and didn't want to cum yet.

I thought it was polite for him to allow the man to finish first before he did.

This felt incredible but as I looked down on him, taking his first cock so well, I knew I wanted more.

I slapped his arm away from his eyes and made me look at me. One hand on his throat to remind him who he belonged to and I could hear him moaning in his throat.

"Tell me you want more."

"Please sir, give me more."

"Tell me you want it harder."

"Sir, this marine begs you to fuck him harder."

"Tell me who you belong to."

"This marine belongs to you sir, only you."

God, were all marines this fucking sexy?

And still I wanted more.

"Tell me my cock feels good in your pussy."

He froze, his eyes locked with mine.

I began to slam into him harder, "Tell me how much your marine pussy like my cock."

To make my point I pressed down on his throat. His eyes bugged a bit but still nothing.

"I gave you an order!"

He closed his eyes and weeded, "Please fuck my pussy sir."

I would have thought I had gone too far if I hadn't seen his dick twitch and bubble of precum form at it's tip.

"What do you have?"

"A pussy sir."

"What kind of pussy?"

With every thrust his reluctance was fading, "A marine pussy sir."

"Again"

"I have a marine pussy, I have a marine pussy...oh fuck sir you're destroying my marine pussy."

This was everything I wanted and more, but I still wanted something else.

I pulled out with a wet squelch abs his eyes widened in shock. I got off the bed and sat on the wooden chair that came with the study desk in my room. I sat there, glistening with sweat, my cock thrusting skyward, angry for more.

I looked down at my cock and then to him.

He scrambled off the bed and climbed onto my lap facing me. I felt his hand grab the base of my cock and guide it to his once virgin hole. We both moaned as he slid down my length.

He took 8 1/2 inches of thick cock like he was born to it, holding on to my shoulder he began to ride me, slamming himself down as hard as he could into my dick."

And I still wanted more.

"What are you doing marine?"

"Fucking myself sir, fucking myself on your huge cock."

And still more.

"Fucking your what?"

He moaned in embarrassment but stated to chant, "Fucking my pussy sir for fucking my marine pussy on your cock."

I smiled and said, "Such a good girl, you ride that cock. Show me how much your cunt wants it."

He started to go wild, whatever reservations or ego he had crumbled as he just impaled himself in my dick over and over chanting, "Fucking my pussy, fucking my marine pussy so good...so good..."

My cock finally had enough and started to tingle. I felt my balls begin to move and I knew I didn't have a lot of time.

I grabbed his hips and slammed him down as I pushed up into him. His head flew back as he groaned, looking like the slut he had already been born to be. I bounced him like a fleshlight on my cock as my orgasm neared.

"I'm gonna shoot," I growled and he looked down at me, "Am gonna get you pregnant, you wanna have my puppies cunt? You want me to breed this marine pussy?"

He nodded, no longer capable of speech. I felt my cock pulse and I shoved him down onto my length and held him there.

His eyes got wide as he felt my clock expand and then fill his guts with cum. He let out a, "Fuck!" and his own cock began to shoot. He covered my chest and abs with his spooge as his ass contracted around my cock with each shot.

When he was done he leaned forward, smearing his cum onto both of us. He hung onto my shoulders as he just sat there, panting like an exhausted dog.

I kissed the side of his face and whispers, "Good my, such a good boy."

He whimpered and I felt his ass clench once as he left out a content sigh.

It was from that point on I became addicted to fucking Marine ass.