Marines Squirrel and Honcho Find Their Plaything
by Buck
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Marines Squirrel, Honcho, and Brian
Having finished Great Expectations, Squirrel likens the Marine Corps and its benefits to the benefits that Pip received. Squirrel could see his getting his college degree after his enlistment is up. He had no idea if he would see Brian again, but he'd continue working out with Honcho. In the gym, Squirrel became Honcho's workout partner.
Honcho was pressing the heaviest weight he had ever tried. Squirrel stood behind the workout bench, ready to assist. At the end of the second set of reps, Squirrel gingerly placed his fingers under the bar, giving Honcho the little extra help he needed.
"Thanks, Bro," Honcho muttered as the bar fell into place and Honcho lifted himself off the bench. "Let's take a break and get some water," he added.
Sitting away from any of the other Marines working out, Honcho began, "What do you think of finding another prey this weekend?"
"I’m always open for some hot action, but I don’t know. Maybe we can work out something with the prey we’ve already seduced.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Cowboy left his cell phone number stuffed in the door handle of my car. I haven’t called him yet. He must have liked what he experienced.”
“I can wait.”
“O.K. Let me get to know him better, and we can set up a long weekend with him as the center of attention.”
“I can be down with that,” Honcho replied.
The workout ended. Squirrel and Honcho split with no definite plans. Honcho was revved up and laid back simultaneously; he was as up for the hunt as he was to play his international video war games.
It being Friday afternoon, Squirrel was eager to hear what the cowboy had to say. Squirrel made the call. Brian picked up. They decided to meet with Squirrel asking Brian to clean out his ass. They ended up at the familiar motel, but this time without Honcho. On the way to the motel, Squirrel stopped at the hardware store and bought three packages of clothesline rope. He dropped the bag in the back seat. The next stop was the rendezvous. After settling in, he brings in the Jack Daniels and the bag of clothesline rope.
When they settled in, Squirrel opened the bottle and poured two drinks. Brian finds himself bursting at the seams to express his feelings to Squirrel. Growing up, Brian had many fake friends. Brian suffered for his social status because he was the son of the wealthiest farmer in his area. Brian had friends and acquaintances. But he never lost his heart to anyone back home. Even his “best friend” hung out with him because of his status. The seductive rape and Squirrel’s dick up his ass had transformed his life. His mind thought of no one but Squirrel.
Brian began, “I don’t know where to start. Oh, yeah, you and Honcho took advantage of me. I didn’t plan to get tied up and fucked. I was fucking angry at the time, but then I felt I was missing something if nothing like that ever happened again. I didn’t mind being tied up, but what I got out of it was how much my ass made me feel. I want you to fuck me. Open me up gently. I don’t want any pain.”
“Whoa, Cowboy. Let’s slow this train down. I’m not saying I won’t fuck you, and I’m not saying I will. I’m saying you’ve got a bit to learn about sex. Let me take the lead, no pun intended, and we’ll both be happy.”
“I’ll admit I’m an amateur at all of this. And Honcho is big, but he didn’t hurt me. But when you fucked me, a new different feeling exploded. Honcho drove me wild, but you drove me wilder.”
“That’s a good place to start. Let’s relax, have a couple of neat Jacks.”
“You mean to make an experience out of it.”
“You’ve got the picture, Cowboy. Let’s get a good buzz, make time with the rope, and admire ourselves. You know we need to make use of all the senses. Before I tie your boots together, please remove them and let me smell them while you’re smelling my boots. There is nothing to interfere with our time together. You know, when two men are involved, anything can happen.”
“Will you tie me up and fuck me?”
“I think that’s a good idea. But tell me, cowhand, what makes you want me to tie you up?”
“I want to be overpowered. I want to give my total trust to the other person, especially you. I want to feel the power of your body. I want to feel your muscles and your strength.”
“Fix us another drink, and then pull on my cock.”
“It’s already hard.”
“That’s why you need to pull on it.”
“Anything you say, boss.”
“I like that – boss.”
“Let me see some rope.”
“Whoa. Let’s finish this Jack, and then we can play.”
However, Squirrel, ever the instigator, takes one of the packages out of the bag, breaks the banding, and lays the rope between them on the bed.
Brian looks at Squirrel’s erection while sipping their drinks.
Brian reaches over and holds Squirrel’s dick in his hand.
“I like that. You can jack it if you want to.”
Brian, between sips, squeezes Squirrel, releases the hold, and slides his loosened fingers up and down Squirrel’s shaft, dodging the edge of the head.
With the last of the Jack in the cup, Squirrel acquires the bottle, opens it, and fills each cup with a couple of fingers.
“I think you are trying to get me drunk.”
“I think that is a good idea. Alcohol opens many doors.”
Brian grabs Squirrel and continues to jack.
“You mean to tell me that you’ve never been fucked before?”
“That’s right. The most I’ve done is circle jerk in the barn with some men who worked for my father.”
“So you are a cowboy.”
“G.D. Right. We have three crops: I mean commercial acreage. Cattle, goats, and donkeys. Oh, yeah, and horses.”
“You’re married to horses. It’s every day, all day long.”
“Why do you know so much about horses?”
“A kid I used to go to school with had a mom who raised Appaloosas. We’d hang out around the barn, and I saw firsthand what taking care of horses was all about.”
“Sometimes you have to put a lasso around their necks.”
Squirrel sets his drink down; he picks up the rope and fashions a ring. He plays with it in his hands. He expands the ring's size. Squirrel removes Brian’s cowboy hat, then lifts the rope circle over Brian’s head, letting it fall around Brian’s neck.
Squirrel tightens the rope collar so the entire circle touches his skin completely.
Brian, unfazed, continues to imbibe his drink and to jack on Squirrel.
“Man, that was a surprise.”
“We have to start somewhere.”
Squirrel loosens the collar and lifts the rope from Brian’s neck.
“With that response, I know you are ready for the fun part. Let’s finish these drinks before we begin.”
After they place the empty cups aside, Squirrel removes Brian’s boots. Finding the masculine aroma exuding from the mixture of alligator leather and cornfed Midwest cowboy gives Squirrel a treat, as sweet and irresistible as bacon and pancakes on Sunday morning. The odor intoxicates Squirrel.
“You like the way it smells?”
“You hit that nail on the head.”
Squirrel removes the second boot and inhales its scent.
“Can I smell your boots?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Squirrel replaces Brian’s boots. Brian unlaces Squirrel’s black BoonDockers and pulls the heel first and then the entire boot. Brian breathes the essence of Marine maleness. In an almost ritualistic manner, Brian removes the second boot and brings the tongue of the boot to his nose. Brian inhales deeply.
“You like what you smell.”
“Yeah. It’s something that links me to my calling as a Marine. I hadn’t thought the smell of a well-used boot could be intoxicating.”
“That’s what I mean; there’s always something new to learn. So you want me to tie you up?”
“I’m ready for it.”
“Lift your legs.”
Squirrel lifts the rope and swings it around like a lasso. The lasso embraces Brian’s boots, encircling them. Squirrel tightens the rope, bringing Brian’s boots and legs together. Squirrel slides off the bed, taking the rope and entwining it several times.
“Let me tie your wrists and spread them to the corners.”
Brian complies. Squirrel, wanting to admire his bound-up cowboy, places the Stetson on Brian’s head at a rakish angle. Squirrel jacks on himself, looking at Brian.
“You’re some fine piece of meat to look at. You look like you could be in a porn video that takes place in a barn, like those Czech films. What do you think about sucking my dick?”
“Man, that’s what I’m after.”
Squirrel removes his levi’s and positions himself over Brian, allowing Brian easy access to the head of his dick. Brian licks the head in a teasing manner. Squirrel moves closer. Brian can suck on Squirrel in his mouth, which he enjoys. Squirrel wants to let Brian know how vulnerable he is. Squirrel inserts his dick and Brian gags. Squirrel lets Brian gag enough to get the message. Squirrel pulls out, and Brian pants.
Squirrel still expects Brian to suck on his dick.
Brian is thinking about how much this beats sucking on the dildo. He lets his arms drop entirely, feeling his balls tingle between the tightness of his thighs. Squirrel’s repetitive movements satisfy more each time he thrusts forward. Brian finds himself transported into sexual heaven. He thinks that several weeks ago, he would have never thought to find someone whom he could admire and also satisfy this new sexual desire that has suddenly opened to him.
“Suck my balls.”
Squirrel moves his balls above Brian’s mouth and lowers them as Brian licks them and then sucks on them like Easter eggs. Squirrel feels a rush of alcoholic warmth through his body. Brian plays with the eggs, swishing his tongue in and around them while slowly pulling on Squirrel’s ball sac. Squirrel pulls his balls out of Brian’s mouth and places the head of his pre-cum dripping head in Brian’s mouth. Brian is again in his seventh heaven, sucking on Squirrel’s engorged cock.
Squirrel pulls his dick out of Brian’s mouth, changes his position, and pinches Brian’s nipples.
“You’re giving me the entire works.”
“Listen, Cowboy. We are here for the duration.”
With that statement, Squirrel kisses Brian’s nips back and forth. Sometimes, Squirrel sucks the nipple and then lets the nipple feel his teeth. Brian moans.
They are like two classical gods, like the kind painted a couple of hundred years ago—naturally muscled hairless bodies with full shoulders, rippling torsos, and bulging arms. Squirrel, after he kisses the nipples for the last time, sprawls himself on top of Brian and begins giving Brian the first-ever tender kiss from an object of love.
Squirrel supports himself by running his hands over Brian’s outstretched arms.
For both men, the moment has magic. The exchange of energy goes beyond mere lust or sexual need. Squirrel knows he will be involved with this man. Brian loses himself in a new world.
Squirrel pulls back and gently approaches again, barely touching Brian’s lips.
“Don’t tease me, man. If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me. Kiss me with the passion I feel.”
“We can go into that later,” Squirrel replies, planting a firm kiss, lips to lips. Both men feel each other’s depth.
“And I thought it was all about dick and ass. They’re still important, but, man, what I feel when I kiss you is something I’ve not felt before.”
“But you’ve kissed other men.”
“Not like this. Cowboy, I don’t want to get into a philosophical discussion, but kissing is more than I have ever felt with you. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t want to suck your dick and fuck your ass, but kissing you is outside the box.”
Squirrel and Brian kiss. Squirrel licks Brian’s lips with his tongue. No intrusive moves, but tongue to lips. Brian follows suit, licking Squirrel’s lips. Soon, their tongues become swords, crossing one another with swift parries. Squirrel tentatively extends his tongue into Brian’s mouth. Brian responds with the same move. Squirrel is rubbing his dick on Brian’s Levi’s as the two lovers invade each other’s mouths. Tongues become instruments of love.
The battle of the tongues subsides. Each side withdraws. Lips find lips again.
Squirrel lifts himself off Brian’s body. He strokes Brian’s arms.
“I don’t want to affect your circulation.”
“You’re not hurting my circulation. Pull down my Levi’s, and you’ll see my circulation is fine.”
Squirrel removes the large shiny buckle, loosens the belt, opens the zipper, and with hands on each side of Brian’s hips, he grabs the waistband of both the jeans and the tight whites, pulling them down to Brian’s knees.
Squirrel gazes at Brian’s throbbing dick. Squirrel decides to look at that hot piece of meat. Brian’s dick, laying comfortably on his golden trail, is more than most men have - thick, long, with a purple-rimmed head. Squirrel notices the pre-cum dripping onto Brian’s washboard abs. Squirrel scoops up the pre-cum and holds his hand under the fountain to catch more. With his handful, Squirrel lubes his dick, jacking on it, surrounding the head.
Loading up his hand again, Squirrel grasps Brian’s dick, jacking it sweetly. Brian’s body involuntarily lunges when Squirrel works his fingers around the head.
“Oh, Man. Whatever you are doing is driving me insane.”
“You’ve got a damn nice piece of meat, and I want to make it feel good.”
“You are going to suck me, aren’t you?”
“You think I’d turn down a Wyoming cowboy with a cock like yours?”
“Is that all I am? A piece of meat to play with?”
“If you only knew?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Hey, we’re just getting to know one another.”
Squirrel continues to jack.
“You make it sound serious. What are you getting at?”
“I think I have feelings for you. Do you think you have feelings for me?”
“I do.”
At that revelation, Squirrel kisses the head of Brian’s well-lubed and teased dick. Brian’s eyes fill with tears. Ever since he sucked the dildo, he knew he wanted Squirrel. Now Brian knows Squirrel wants him, too.
Squirrel sucks Brian’s head and carefully descends upon the vein-popping shaft. Squirrel imagines himself in a fantasy porn film. He subjugates the cowboy Marine with a glorious mouthful and throatful of cock. He envisions the image of a cameraman standing beside them, using his camera to focus in on his mouth, releasing the dick, and then descending upon it again.
Brian pulls at his ropes, his body feeling for the first time his absorption by the other person. Brian feels his thighs tighten, squeezing his balls.
“Don’t get too rambunctious, Cowboy.”
Squirrel stands beside the bed. He grasps the rope binding Brian’s boots and lifts Brian’s legs over his head. Squirrel attaches the rope to the headboard. Brian’s ass presents itself to Squirrel.
“Would you eat me before you finger me?”
“Of course.”
Squirrel decides to lube Brian’s hole with more of Brian’s pre-cum. Squirrel gathers another palmful and paints the lube on the outer rim with his fingers, dipping the tips into the basin of his palm.
Squirrel backs off and brings the remains of Brian’s pre-cum to Brian’s mouth.
“Here, taste some of the sweet stuff.”
Squirrel angles his hand to allow Brian to feel the drops falling into his mouth. Squirrel kisses Brian after Brian licks the last bit of the clear silver liquid.
“I’ve got a meal waiting for me.” Squirrel pulls back and positions himself over the edge of the bed, leans forward, and runs his tongue around the outer rim. Again, Brian pulls at his ropes. Squirrel can’t resist the urge to suck on Brian’s ass.
“Eat me, Man.”
Squirrel obeys, sucking and chewing on Brian’s hole. Brian swings his legs from left to right in response. Squirrel sucks the outer edge into his mouth, using his tongue in every manner possible. Squirrel pushes his tongue just inside the edge of Brian’s velvety, puckered flesh. Brian continues his struggles while indulging himself in every second of Squirrel’s attention.
Squirrel backs off, and Brian feels a tap, tap, tap on the now well-prepared entrance to paradise. Not long after, Squirrel inserts one finger into Brian. Brian’s ass grasps the finger.
“Give me another finger.”
Squirrel obliges. Squirrel works the two fingers and ventures to insert a third. Brian is going crazy.
Squirrel pulls out his fingers. “Let me give that hole a rest before I fuck you.” With that, Squirrel takes the flat of his right hand and swats Brian’s ass cheeks. “I think I’ll make them pink, and then I’ll know it’s time to fuck you.”
Squirrel slaps Brian’s butt until the cheeks are glowing. Squirrel is happy that Brian doesn’t make any sounds while his butt is warmed up. Again, with the pre-cum, Squirrel works his fingers back into Brian’s ass; this time, the actual test is four fingers which Brian takes without a whimper.
“Let’s get this show on the road.” Squirrel places his dick in Brian’s mouth to lube it with his saliva. Squirrel takes no chances. He cups some more of Brian’s pre and covers his dick, now standing with the head of his cock against Brian’s gate to heaven.
Squirrel pushes his dick into the waiting cavity.
Brian moans.
“Keep it down. We don’t want to get thrown out.”
“But you don’t know how it feels.”
“I think I do.”
“You fill me. You fill me. It’s unbelievable.”
Squirrel himself feels his orgasm beginning to build.
“I’m going to pound you, and I’m going to cum.”
“Do it, Man. Fuck me. Fill my hole.”
“I’m getting close.”
With three more insertions, Squirrel blows his load, breathing heavily.
Brian expels, “ Oh. Oh. Oh.”
Squirrel relinquishes Brian’s ass. He quickly releases the rope holding Brian’s legs. Brian’s lower stomach is a mess of pre which Squirrel uses to lube Brian’s dick.
“I want you to get off, too.”
Squirrel sucks on Brian’s dick and then jacks it furiously. When Brian’s body jerks itself, Squirrel knows Brian is close. Squirrel slows down, concentrates on the rim of the glans, and within moments, Brian shoots a massive load over his chest and stomach. Squirrel licks Brian’s cum from his body and then kisses Brian, sharing the cum.
Squirrel, not wanting to extend the bondage beyond the orgasms, releases the ropes, allowing Brian to flex his muscles in an accessible manner. The two lovers take another shot of Jack and decide to clean up in the shower, which becomes an excuse for them to touch and pet one another. Kisses and hugs ensue. After drying off, Squirrel and Brian head to a steak house to enjoy a good meal.
Thank you for reading this story.
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