Drunk Marine at the No-Tell Motel

After all my adventures at the No-Tell Motel, I never imagined I’d get a job there. One night while checking in, I casually mentioned that I’ve worked in hospitality before. They were short-handed on the front desk, so after a brief interview I was told I started two days later. I had two day of training, then I was on my own for a busy weekend night. Every year, the Marine Corps has celebrations marking their birthday. The base closest to us had a huge bash at the convention center, and most hotels, including ours, were filled with Marines.

By 3am, most of the wildest parties were calming down as Marines passed out, and the girls they’d picked up either went to sleep or left. One group of Jarheads left to go to an all-night diner, and one of them stopped by the front desk to ask a favor. “Hey man, my buddy is passed out cold in his room. We’re going to get some chow and come back in a couple of hours, could you maybe check in on him in a little bit? I want to make sure he doesn’t throw up and choke or some shit.” As he spoke, he slid a twenty dollar bill and a room key across the counter to me. “Here’s one of his room keys, and something for you, for going above and beyond.” I shrugged and agreed, thinking “I’m not a babysitter, but twenty bucks is twenty bucks.”

Fifteen minutes later, I put up my “Be Right Back” sign, and ventured over to the second floor room where the Marine was passed out. I found the room and knocked a few times but didn’t get any response. Using the key, I quietly opened the door and called out his name into the darkened room. The only light was the tv, and I could make out a shirtless muscular man passed out on the bed. He was lying on his back with his beefy arms spread wide. My eyes followed the curves of his torso down, and I was delighted to see that his pants were open and pulled down over his hips. A lush brown pubic bush was visible, as was his thick cock. While not hard, it didn’t look like it would take much to get to a full erection and I was willing to put in the work to make it happen. I leaned closely over his exposed crotch and inhaled deeply. The musky smell of sweaty balls and “youth” filled my nostrils and made me dizzy. I inched closer to his dick and could feel the heat from his manhood on my nose. Not touching him was driving me mad, and I couldn’t take it anymore. As gently as I dared, I ran my nose along the length of his cock. When I got to the head, I let my lips part and softly tongued the underside. Almost immediately it started throbbing and coming to life. Emboldened, I made another pass back down his shaft with my tongue. By the time I reached his balls, his dick was standing at full attention. 

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I made yet another pass up this veiny shaft, this time engulfing his purple head in my warm mouth. As I took more and more of his length into my mouth, I could feel the veins in his shaft pulsing. He let out a satisfied sigh, and I froze, thinking he’d awakened. When he didn’t stir, I resumed my attention to his stiff member. I took his dick out of my mouth and tongued the head, reveling in the smoothness of his fat mushroom tip. I was so lost in sucking his dick that I didn’t notice his hand moving. Suddenly a large meaty hand clamped itself on the back of my head and forced my nose into the Marine’s bushy pubes. 

“You wanted some dick? You got it. Suck that fucking cock!” He hissed between clenched teeth. It was a weird but hot reversal for me. I’m usually the one in control, taking what I want and ignoring the desires of my partner. But here was I was with my face being shoved into the sweaty crotch of a drunk Marine, and I was loving every fucking second of it. 

A second hand joined the first on the back of my head and I was well and truly pinned. He moaned loudly as his dick explored the back of my throat. “Goddamn, this is just what I needed. Didn’t score any pussy at the bar, but this mouth will do just nicely!” he growled. I had never felt so used and exploited--I didn’t want it to end. 

It wasn’t long before he announced, “Cannon’s firing!” and blasted the back of my throat with a never-ending salvo of cum shots. I gagged and choked, but he didn’t let up. Salty/sweet cum was pouring out of the sides of my abused mouth, and tears were streaming from my eyes. He finally relaxed his grip on my head and I rose from his crotch, gasping and trying to catch my breath. Cum was running down my face and onto my work shirt. I’m sure I looked like the guest of honor at a gangbang. The Marine raised his head from his pillow and asked groggily, “How the fuck did you get in here, anyway?” I debated telling him he’d left his door open, but instead I blurted out, “Your buddy gave me a key and asked me to come check on you. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. I saw you laying there with your dick out and I just wanted to taste it so bad…”

“Which buddy?” he asked. “I’ll have to buy him a bottle of bourbon--that was the best blowjob I’ve had in a long time!”

I laughed as I walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind me. I walked back to the front desk thinking “Yeah, I’m gonna like it here.”