Marines Squirrel and Honcho Find Their Plaything

After breakfast, Squirrel offered Brian a ride back to base, or anywhere he wanted.

“Just drop me off at my barracks.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’ll say you both raped me last night.”

Honcho added, “Let’s just say you had a new experience.  Are you the worst for wear?”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t seen my ass in a mirror yet.”

“Your ass is fine,” Squirrel added.

“I’ll second that.  You do have one fine ass.”

“I didn’t think it was meant for a dick or a couple of dicks.”

“Think about it.  Now you have more things you can think about.”

“Oh, yeah, man.  I’ll have plenty to think about.”

“I didn’t join the Marines to get fucked.”

“You were fucked when you joined the Marines.  You weren’t fuck up the ass, that’s all,” Honcho chimed in.

“Always with the wisecracks.”

“I don’t know if the crack was wise, but it was cracked.”

“Enough.  Just drop me off on base near my barracks.”

The men had reached the Mustang. Squirrel opened the driver’s door and gave a sweeping gesture to usher Brian into the back seat.  After getting directions and stopping, Squirrel again gestured to Brian.  This time to exit the car.

As Squirrel drove away, Honcho mused, “Man, that was one little hot number.  Marine Cowboy.  A real Marine.  A real cowboy.  I could get into that again.”

“So could I.  That he didn’t attack us this morning may indicate that he enjoyed getting bound and fucked.”

“Or he wouldn’t want to think about it ever again.”

“Drop me off at my place.  I’m in the mood for some video games and unhealthy snacks.”

“Whatever you say, Boss.”

Squirrel drops off Honcho and heads to his barracks to relax and read.  Squirrel had bought into a YouTube reading club about classics every man should read.  At the moment, he was taking his own relaxed time to read Great Expectations.

Brian muses, “What the fuck happened to me last night?  I left my room thinking about some alcohol, the bars, and maybe some girl.  And what did I get?  Two Marines who tie me up, open my ass, and fuck the shit out of me.”

As Brian is rethinking the events of the night, he becomes erect inside his Levi’s.  He pulls off his boots and sets them neatly aside.  He unbuckles his shiny home country tribute buckle and pulls his jeans down.  He feels his erection against his whiteys.  He removes his drawers.  He looks down approvingly at his hard-on.

“Fuck, man.  I was raped last night, and now I have a hard-on thinking about what happened.”

Brian removes his shirt and falls on his back onto the bed.  He grabs his dick and squeezes it. 

“No, I’m not going to jack off thinking about my ass being opened up while I was bound like some branded cow.”

Yet, his hand continues to squeeze the shaft.  He opens his hand and grasps the mushroom head—thoughts of Squirrel and their pairing flash across his mind.  I can’t be having these thoughts.  I’m not some fag whore.  I won’t even think about that, but by God, I was driven into another state of mind when those dicks were up my ass.  The question is: Do I want to do it again, and what have I become because I got raped.  You can fool a talker, but you can’t fool yourself.  Fuck, admit it.  You resisted at first, and as the alcohol kicked in, you liked it.  Fuck, you loved it.  I didn’t know what they were going to do with me, and I had no idea my ass could blow my mind.

Brian went to the medicine cabinet and got the Vaseline.  His hard-on called out for attention.  Back on the bed, Brian lubed himself up.  He let his hand move freely over his cock, teasing the head.  He lubed his other finger and reached for his ass.  With only a little penetration, Brian combined his jacking, his ass play, and the memories of Squirrel and him.

Skyrockets in flight; afternoon delight.

Brian dwells on his sexuality and his manliness.  He reasons the world sees him among the most elite body of men on the planet.  He’s masculine.  The fact is his anal experience opened a new world.  He didn’t know if he were less of a man because he discovered his ass.    Brian relives that night.  He diminishes the encapsulation and focuses on every stage of his ass being opened and then penetrated.  He ejaculates in rhythm to the build that Honcho gave him.  He thinks about getting a dildo, and he fingers himself while jacking off.  He taps his ass, then rims it before exerting any penetrating energy.  Just as he is about to cum, he inserts his finger into his interior.

“I’m not in love.  I find I’ve never felt anything so pleasurable.  Does it mean I will want men to fuck me?  Does that make me a faggot? 

Brian ponders his position and decides to learn more about the experience.  Computer savvy, Brian borrows a friend’s computer for a couple of days, not knowing what he will find.  He knew to download another browser and search under a new AKA Mickey Spicer, with a fake Gmail account. 

And then he deleted the browser history.  Deleted the browser.  Ran a cleaner that erases all the files he created.

Brian is sitting on his bed with the laptop open to the new browser and types in the search section: Men fucking men.

Brian was hit with a wall of websites, all grabbing his attention.  He finally lands on an article, “The effects of fucking the rectum”  The article is dry and science-based but easy to understand.  What he got out of it was to go slow and use a condom and a water-based lubricant. 

The next put in the search bar: Marines fucking.

Several military-based websites popped up, some with Marines. He managed to get into a free military site and started watching short videos of Marines, often hung, and then caught one with Dorian.  When Dorian asks to get fucked, Brian loses it while his erection grows to the point he slides the laptop farther down on his thighs so that he can enjoy his erection.  He feels a bond with the Marines in the video.  And Dorian, the chiseled, muscular well-hung Marine, gave up his ass.  Brian could tell how Dorian felt while being plowed by a fellow heavy-duty Marine.  Brian couldn’t let the moment go.  He lubed his dick and his middle finger.  He jacked while he found the exterior of his anus.  His finger flicked the pie-like opening, imagining the crust surrounding the center.  His flicking caused the outer ring to twitch.  Rubbing his outer ring caused him to push more deeply into his hole.

“Oh, Yes!” he cried out as he splattered his cum and finger fucked his ass.’

In the afterglow of his ejaculation, Brian, the 19-year-old Cowboy Marine, made a life-changing decision.   The memory of his circle jerking with the cowhands to the straight porn on the laptop in the barn flashed through his mind. No.  No, he was going to play safe, but he was going to experience the almost out-of-the-world sensations when he got fucked.

He cleaned up and decided to watch more porn, more Marine porn, to be exact.

As a result of his computer experience, Brian decided he wanted to try using a dildo.  He used his phone, found an adult bookstore that sold all sorts of items, got the address, and found the right bus line to the business.

Brian thinks about his image as a cowboy and Marine; he remembers the shit-covered, unpolished boots, the frayed cuffs on his jeans, and the image he strutted around town.  However, the image as a Marine doesn’t have to deprive him of feeling comfortable as an Iconic cowboy, the last of the real West.  He selects from his hat collection.  He decides on the broad-rim Stetson, which will give him notice and diminish the details of his face.  In his snakeskin boots, fairly tight 501s, and a three-quarter sleeve torso-hugging shirt, Brian splashed some current PX scent around his neck and face; he knew what he was presenting to the world.

He enjoyed being out and around people.  His traditional, hard-core straight courage and newly found understanding of himself collided, creating a dilemma Brian decided he would work through.

Brian was hesitant when standing before the bookstore's entrance, but he saw through the window that the shop would have what he needed.  Opening the door, he flushed, surrounded by many sexual objects.  He gravitated toward the dildo selection after pretending to be interested in the video section.

Brian was almost overwhelmed by the size of some of the dildos.  He tried remembering Squirrel’s dick.  His mind returned to the moments they were bound together, waiting for Honcho’s onslaught.  In his mind, he looked down at Squirrel’s dick, imagining he was concentrating on its shape and size.  Brian scanned the hanging items and found a dildo as close to Squirrel’s dick as he could remember.  He was unhappy he had to ask for the lubricant at the register as the lubricants were in the display case beside the cash register.  The male attendant was gay and was giving him the eye.  Brian bit his tongue and asked for the best water-based lubricant as he placed the dildo on the counter.  

“Will that be all?” as the cashier placed the lubricant beside the boxed dildo.

“Yup.”

Brian paid and was happy that the bag holding the items didn’t advertise the business and was seemingly generic.  Brian walked to the nearest bus stop and returned to base and his room. He borrowed his friend’s computer for the evening, not wanting to watch porn on his cell phone.

That evening, after setting the laptop beside himself on the bed, he found a Marine fucking site.  He watched for a while, undressed, and paraded himself in front of the full-length mirror.  Gazing at his image, he tensed his muscles, turned at an angle, and concentrated on his ass.  When he turned back around, he admired the hard-on that had involuntarily appeared. 

“Oh, yeah, Man.  I’ve got what’s hot.  This body and this face won’t last forever, but I will enjoy every day until it’s time to walk off stage.”

With those thoughts, Brian looked at the box with Squirrel’s dildo and the plastic bottle with the flip-open cap.

Brian walked over to the box.  He lifted it off the dresser and opened the top lid.  His body tingled, looking at the dildo.  He removed the cardboard restraints and freed the dildo in his hand.

Brian returned to the bed and clicked the hot video to the beginning while holding the dildo in his hand.  As he watched the two naked Marines playing beer pong go from the game, one Marine fell on his knees and sucked his partner’s dick.  The camera got close. Brian focuses on the technique the sucker is using, licking and kissing the head of his buddy’s cock.

Gazing at the scene, Brian strokes his dick while squeezing the girth of the dildo.  When the sucker in the video pulls back and exposes the head before attacking again, Brian lifts the head of the dildo and rubs his lips against its soft, lifelike surface.  Closing his eyes, listening to the video with its sucking and controlling comments like “Suck that mother, Marine.  I want to feel my head down the back of your mouth, and I want to gag you until you need air.”  Brian, at first, begins to kiss the head.  He decides he’s going to call the dildo Squirrel.

 “Squirrel, maybe you’ll rope me up and fuck me.”

The soft kisses brush across Squirrel’s glans and become more aggressive licks, covering the head with spit.  Brian kisses the head and teases the piss slit, but still not taking Squirrel into his mouth.  His lips surround the head, forcing his mouth to open and begin to receive the head.  Brian’s head is spinning, remembering his time with Squirrel and sucking on this imagined part of Squirrel, and Brian opens his mouth to ingest Squirrel’s cock.

While engrossed in Squirrel, Brian’s dick is lubing itself with pre-cum.  Brian’s senses are overcome by his jacking, his sucking, and the vocal Marine in the video. Brian never knew masturbation could be so exciting. 

Not getting anywhere near close, Brian indulged himself in sucking and jacking for quite some time.

At that point, Brian’s ass began to twitch, and Brian’s attention was turned to the reason for getting “Squirrel.”

Brian lubes his fingertips and places them over his ass.  He strums his ass for a while.  His middle finger finds the portal he wants to fill with Squirrel.  He positions himself against the wall with his elevated legs, allowing him the reach his ass. Brian remembers the tapping of Honcho’s finger without any real pressure.  Brian decided how to start, tapping his hole and feeling the circle of tiny mounds growing.  He pressed his finger and wiggled it and felt ready for some penetration.

All the while, Brian explored the shape and size of his imagined Squirrel with his tongue, lips, and throat. He wanted to continue sucking until he had at least three fingers up his hole.  He knew he could take Squirrel if he were that open.

Brian refreshes the lube on his middle finger and inserts it into his ass past the first ring of muscle.  His ass gave way.  He felt no resistance. Brian begins working the finger in and out.

Concentrating on the beautiful head of Squirrel’s cock, he blurts out, “Oh, you fucker.” He pushed Squirrel into his mouth while adding a finger to the plunging below.  In the middle of this activity, Squirrel desires a stiff shot of Jack Daniels. With a quick, athletic move, he changes his position, leaves the bed, and grabs the bottle.  He goes back and forth between Squirrel and the bottle.  His head swims.  His ass twitches.

Back on the bed, he puts in the third finger with expanded pleasure.  As the warmth of the whiskey hits him, without any thought, his three-finger plunger accelerates.  His sucking persists until his body declares its need for Squirrel to take his ass.

“I want to feel you open my ass with that hot dick of yours,” Brian mutters to himself.

Somewhat regretfully, Brian moves Squirrel away from his mouth.  He sets Squirrel upright on the desk next to the bed.  Brian opens the lube and drips it over the head and down some of the shaft.  Not realizing how much he would enjoy jacking Squirrel’s dick, he allows Squirrel to remain stuck to the desk.  He jacks the dildo with care, at first just spreading the lube over the entire thing.   He replaces his three fingers in his ass and jacks Squirrel.  His hand feels the rim of the head and imagines Squirrel’s hand around the head of his own cock.  While teasing his ass with a deep three-finger penetration, he revels in thinking he is alone with Squirrel, jacking him to get ready to fuck him.

Wanting to feel Squirrel’s dick up his ass and at the same time not wanting to give up jacking and caressing Squirrel, Brian leans over and mouths the head. 

“I want you to fuck me.  I want to feel you fill my ass.  But I want to suck you.  I know we can get Honcho to fuck me while you ram my mouth and throat.”

Brian pulls away from the cock, lifts it from the desk, and holds it with admiration.  Brian finds a place on the bed with his head against the wall in a way his feet can expose his ass with ease.

“Oh, man, this is like he’s giving it to me.  I can’t wait, and yet I want it immediately.”’

With those thoughts, Brian brushes Squirrel’s head up and down his ass crack, pausing from time to time at his hole. 

On one pass of the head, Brian pauses and rubs his hole, placing the piss slit right in his hole’s center. His ass twitches, and Brian holds his hand in place, forcing ever so slightly the head up to the first ring of muscle.  Brian holds Squirrel at that spot and doesn’t move.  He breathes heavily.

Brian pulls Squirrel out of the little bit he is in.  Brian taps the head against the hole as Honcho had done.  In an irresistible moment, Brian pushes the entire head into his ass.  Brian grabs the lube, uses it, and begins to jack furiously.

“Let me feel you, Squirrel.  Push that dick in deeper.  I want to feel all of you inside me.  I want you pushing my cum out of me with your fucking.”

At that point, Brian slows down his jacking and fucks himself with Squirrel, getting aggressive at points and then moving with slow pulsations. 

Brian keeps pushing Squirrel in as deep as he can and twists the wished-for cock.  Even a little amount of hand work is needed when he hits his prostrate.

A total body rush of warmth engulfs Brian, his hand moves swiftly, and while his ass is gripping the imagined Squirrel, Brian blows his load all over his chest, even reaching his chin.

Brian stretches out on the bed, leaving Squirrel inside him, squeezing his ass intermittently, and reaches for the Jim Bean.

As Brian relaxes, Squirrel slides out almost without notice, as Brian rolls over and falls asleep.

Later, wanting to contact Squirrel, Brian searches for Squirrel’s Mustang.  Brian finds the Mustang and places a note with his cell phone on the door handle.