Marines Squirrel and Honcho Find Their Plaything

Squirrel and Brian spent the rest of the weekend sucking each other off.

Brian told Squirrel that as hot as the sex had been with Honcho, he needed to make times like that something special, something to look forward to.

They ate, they drank, they sucked, and they slept.

Having drunk judiciously and taken lengthy showers on Saturday night, Squirrel and Brian awoke refreshed and desired a continuation of the day and night before.  On Sunday morning, they were cleansed from last night’s delight and began to kiss. Grasping each other’s muscled lats from the side, they began by brushing their lips back and forth.  They squeeze the rib cages, deciding to cease the motion of their heads.  With equal pressure, their lips rest against one another.

Their hands begin to move, pressing each other’s hard muscles.  The kiss exerts more pressure.  With deliberation, their kisses take on a greater depth.  The spark of the divine power, the basis of sexual desire,  unleashes a level of beauty neither man has ever felt.

Interior doors of consciousness swing on their hinges. 

Soon, the tips of each tongue begin to battle.

Brian pulls away for a moment.  “I had no idea this time with you would twist me inside.”

“I’m feeling something new, too, and that is saying something for me.”

“What I’m getting at is - are we just pieces of meat to one another?”

“After I suck your dick, we can talk about that.  Let me say that all relationships begin as pieces of meat, something new, nothing to get involved with, just a go-with-the-flow moment.”

“Is that where we are?”

“Stop talking, and I want to kiss you more. And feel this feeling when I’m holding and kissing you.  Sure, I want to hang on to your dick; that goes without saying. But I have a better idea.  Let’s ravish one another.”

Squirrel plants a solid lip-to-lip kiss, which Brian meets with equal gusto.  Time stands still as Squirrel unbuttons Brian’s vest, and Brian opens Squirrel’s shirt.  Hot hands against willing flesh.  Pressing themselves together, bare chest against bare chest, they revel in the pulsating flashes of pleasure.

Soon, the upper coverings are removed.  Then, it is time for the boots to come off.  Brian lies on the bed, his feet extended, enjoying Squirrel taking his boots.  Squirrel brings one and the other to his nose and inhales the sweat-infused alligator boots.  Brian’s youthful man aroma intoxicates Squirrel.

“I want to smell yours.”

Squirrel lies on the bed as Brian unlaces Squirrel’s boon dockers.  The first to come off goes immediately to Brian’s nose.  “Man, it’s like perfume.”  Brian removes the second boot. An almost ritualistic moment ensues when Squirrel is inhaling Brian’s boot, and Brian Is inhaling Squirrel’s.

Each man’s hands find the bulging packages while still inhaling each other’s youthful masculinity. 

Squirrel pulls the boot away from his face.  “I think it’s time we had another visit with Jack D.”

Brian sits up, removing Squirrel’s boot.

Squirrel sets Brian’s boots down and mixes two drinks.  He hands one to Brian.

Brian chirps, “We ought to do this more often.”

Squirrel hits the edge of Brian’s cup.  “You have the right idea.”

The men arrange their pillows behind their backs as they sip their whiskeys.

The men sit in silence without the need to speak.  Their shoulders touch.  Brian places his left leg over Squirrel’s right leg.

As they consume the warmth of the whiskey, their free hands find the top buttons of their pants and open them.  A little awkwardly, they pull down the zippers, exposing two rock-hard dicks.  Their hands grasp their rods.

With lifted cups, their eyes meet; they squeeze their dicks and smile. When they drain the cups, they roll into each other tightly, kissing with abandon.  Two spirits exchange energy. becoming a column of indefinable vibration.

Internally, they are in another dimension.  Neither man can understand the intensity of the energy passing between them.

“All of this, and we aren’t even sucking dick,” Brian volunteers.

They continue their embrace, kissing randomly.  Sometimes, the tongues battle; other times, the lips press against one another while they hold and caress each other. The residue of the liquor mixed with saliva creates a seductive blend for each to share.

Squirrel pulls away.  “Don’t you think it’s time we got naked?”

Brian, “Whatever you say.”

The men stand up.  Brian drops Squirrel’s cammies to the floor, falls on his knees, and licks the head of Squirrel’s pre-cum covered dick.  Squirrel grabs Brian’s head.

Brian is enthralled with Squirrel’s cock playing around in his mouth. Squirrel presses his hands against Brian’s prickly scalp, following the movements of Brian’s head moving with precision engulfing his cock.

“I want to suck some cock, too.”

Brian backs off and stands up.  Squirrel pulls down Brian’s denims and falls to his knees, glaring at Brian’s cock before placing his mouth on it and pulling it into his mouth.

As Squirrel runs his hands over Brian’s cowpoke buttocks and thighs, he takes Brian’s cock over his throat’s gateway deep inside him.  Squirrel, who had seduced numerous boys and young men, begins to feel something special about the Whisper, Colorado cowboy Marine.  However, Squirrel vows not to get involved.  He could never imagine life in Whisper, Colorado, getting his bachelor’s online and building a rec room filled with toys, from lassoes to slings.

All these thoughts of involvement and relationship run through his mind.  He is not going to get involved.  He doesn’t care that, on a fundamental level, this Marine gives him feelings he has never felt before.  As Brian’s dick blocks his breathing and gives him internal rushes, these overwhelming pleasurable feelings trigger thoughts of self-preservation in Squirrel’s head.

Squirrel tells himself to forget about any thoughts of tomorrow and enjoy this god-like hunk whose dick is tickling his lips and filling up his throat.

Despite the prolonged sex on Friday and the two times on Saturday, Squirrel and Brian shoot full loads into each other’s mouths.

They clean up, get their shit together, check out, and drive to a nearby pancake house for breakfast.

When they parted, Squirrel told Brian that he and Honcho usually worked out together on Mondays,, Wednesdays, and Fridays as soon as the workday was over.

Squirrel and Brian promised to stay connected.

And they did. However, Brian hesitated to join Honcho and Squirrel working out in the gym.  Squirrel wasted no time at all before revealing Brian’s true ( I like being tied up and fucked) nature to Honcho.  Squirrel waited until Honcho was in the middle of his first set of bench presses when he told Honcho about the weekend together.

The news caused, despite the tense lifting muscles, an erection to grow in Honcho’s workout shorts.  Honcho dropped the bar into the catches, slid down the bench, and sat up.

“Man, I can’t be getting a hard-on with you assisting me.  Let me take a rest.  Get me a towel.”

Squirrel complied  ‘So you are interested?”

‘I think I just gave you an answer for that.”

“I get it.’

Honcho has quieted down. He wipes his arms and hands as he stands up, revealing nothing.

Squirrel takes a call from Brian.

“Yeah, Cowboy.  I’m here at the gym with Honcho.  We’re wrapping up the workout session.”

“OK.  I’ll catch you later.”

“We can talk now.”  Honcho enters the shower and turns it on

“For sure?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“I was just wondering when all three of us can get together?”

“We’ve got a three-day weekend coming up down the road.  What do you say?”

“Sounds good to me.  I guess we can’t get together sooner than that?”

“What did you have in mind?”

‘ Catch a buzz and some quick jack and suck.’

‘I could get into that.’

‘Tonight?’

‘Pick me up. and we can get the room at the motel.’

“Should I bring my rope?”

“It’s only going to be two hot men sucking on each other’s dicks.  A few shots.  Maybe some boot sniffing but jacking and sucking.”

“I’ll enjoy undressing you.  We can smell each other’s boots simultaneously while we jack our dicks.”

“Man, don’t talk like that.  It’s giving me a hard-on, and I can’t jack off where I am.”

“Save it for tonight.  You know we can cum more than once.  We could cum three times and get rushes like we’ve never known.”’

“Give me a half hour.  I want to see my cowboy.’

“Right. Half an hour.”

Honcho returns from the shower.  “Gotta date with the cowboy?”

“You could call it that.”

“You two got something going on?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, you two are getting a little sweet on one another.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Squirrel lying with every word, denying that something is going on.

“I didn’t think you were the type to get soft on anyone.”

“OK.  Just drop it.  Nothing’s going on.  He’s got a great body and a hot dick. and he’s cute as hell.  He’s just another hot Marine.”

“If you say so?” Honcho replies, taking a deep drink from his water bottle.

Honcho dresses and is ready for some chow.  Squirrel and Honcho separate; Honcho heads to the mess hall, and Squirrel prepares to pick up Brian.

Brian jumps into the shower, towels dry, splashes on his fashionable scent, throws on his sleeveless denim top, tucks it in his Levi’s, and pulls his boots on. 

He jumps the second he hears the toot of the horn.  He’s out the door. 

Squirrel feels a stirring in his crotch as Brian hops into the car. 

They check into the motel after catching a couple of fast food bags.

Squirrel pulls the bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack, grabs some ice, and pours two drinks.

In silence, they raise their cups, touch each other’s rims, and then take hefty gulps.

After the obligatory acknowledgment, they set their drinks down, look longingly into each other’s eyes, lean forward, and kiss, embracing each other with a firm force.

With bodies entwined, Squirrel and Brian tumble around on the bed, pawing each other’s bodies.  Although they want to be naked, they relish the feel of their masculine clothing, the fabrics enhancing the desirability of each man’s body. 

Squirrel moves his lips along Brian’s cheek, reaching his ear.  Squirrel’s breath pouring into Brian precedes Squirrel’s lips, massaging Brian’s ear. 

“You’re so hot,” Squirrel whispers in Brian’s ear.

When Squirrel’s teeth quickly torture Brian’s earlobe, Brian squeezes Squirrel’s body and tenses uncontrollably.  Brian twitches as Squirrel continues to blow into Brian’s ear.

Brian moans. “Fuckin’ Jesus yes!”

Squirrel’s lips and his breath descend to Brian’s neck, causing even more uncontrolled responses from Brian.  Brian’s legs grip Squirrel’s legs.  Squirrel sucks and licks gently on Brian’s neck, not wanting to leave any vestiges of their lovemaking.

They remove their boots.  After inhaling the sweaty leather, Squirrel licks the inside of Brian’s boot. Brian follows suit and licks the inside of the tongue of Squirrel’s boon dockers.

They put the boots down, kiss and embrace.

“Let me make us something to drink,” Squirrel suggests.

The two men sit on the side of each bed, drinking their whiskey and staring into each other’s eyes.  When they finish their drinks, at least three fingers worth, they stand up and begin undressing themselves.  Squirrel leans forward and licks Brian’s neck.

“Hey, man, let’s get naked first.”

Squirrel pulls back with a puppy dog look in his eyes.  “Don’t you like it?”

“I like it too much.  That’s the trouble; I want to hold your dick when you’re doing that to me.”

“O.K.”

They rapidly remove each other’s clothes, grab each other’s cocks and kiss.  Squirrel takes his tortuous path from Brian’s lips to his ears and neck.

Squirrel feels Brian’s pre-cum oozing over his fingers as he teases Brian’s neck. Brian moans and kisses Squirrel’s neck.  The men shiver simultaneously.  Brian squeezes Squirrel’s dick into his and mingles the generous pre-cum while rubbing the shafts against one another.

The men become a mutual union.

Their lips find one another as each holds the other’s dick.

“One quick belt, and then we can sixty-nine,” Squirrel whispers into Brian’s ear as he imperceptively pulls away.  Brian holds Squirrel’s dick, following him to the bottle.

Squirrel makes the drinks.  The men sit side by side as they take their pick-me-up swallow.  They set their drinks down and assume the sixty-nine position in the center of the bed.

At first, they simply stare at the young, hard, pulsing cocks tempting their mouths.  Their hands roam their hips, thighs, and legs.  Brian grabs Squirrel’s dick, brings the dick to his mouth, and licks the oozing pre-cum from the glistening head.  Squirrel duplicates the motion, lapping Brian’s pre-cum as it flows so sweetly and freely.

Each can feel the lips of the other cover the head, licking and sucking at the same time.  They grab their buttocks and force the most desired objects down their throats.  Neither can get enough of each other. 

In a moment of surprising action, Squirrel swats Brian’s ass. Brian, not to be outdone and to continue to follow the doppelganger sex that has been occurring between them, Brian swats Squirrel’s ass as he takes Squirrel’s juicy massiveness down his throat.  Squirrel ingests Brian’s throat blocker cock deep inside him. The two men suspend breathing for quite some time before the need for oxygen forces them to release the large fat cocks from their mouths.

Another swat on each ass, and the men suck sweetly on the heads of their cocks.  More swats as the men suck deeply.

“I want some of your fingers up my ass,” Brian spits out.

Squirrel, in silence, finds Brian’s hole and tickles it.  With all the pre-cum and saliva, Squirrel covers his fingers, making sure they will slide ever so easily into Brian’s hole.  Squirrel begins with one finger.

“That’s it, shove it in my ass.  I want my ass filled while I feel my teeth biting the base of your cock.”

Squirrel continues to penetrate Brian’s ass.  Squirrel decides three fingers are enough since they won’t be fucking.

Brian is having internal shit fits focusing on Squirrel’s dick filling his throat and losing himself in the wonderment of his ass.

Brian backs off and lets Squirrel know the way he is working, his ass is driving him crazy.

The enhanced hormonal explosion inside both men leads them to a rousing simultaneous orgasm, shooting their hot cum down each other’s throats.  The chests that have been heaving are now returning to a normal rhythm.

The men still cling to one another, gripping their legs and squeezing their lats.  They get out of the sixty-nine position and sit beside one another, sharing another drink.

They discuss the upcoming three-way.

In the convoluted realm of alcoholic reasoning, Squirrel comes up with the idea of knocking Honcho out and tying him up.  Brian looks at Squirrel’s seemingly wicked grin and nods his head in agreement.

The men are back at work the next day.