Marines Squirrel and Honcho Find Their Plaything

A whole range of life’s unforeseen events kept the three men apart.  They couldn’t even work things out for even two of them to get together.  So, a period of dryness led to a rising expectation for the three-day weekend.  When the weekend came around, it was as if they were meeting for the first time, except this time, they had all been with each other and knew the depths of sexual feelings they shared.

It was almost for the best that pressing matters kept them from seeing one another.  None of the three wanted idle talk to color them as queer.

The plan was to meet at the motel. Squirrel would drive Brian, and Honcho would park far away with his mini automobile so his vehicle would not be linked to the Mustang. However, the food delivery boy brought three large portions to the room, and the guy from the liquor store brought three bottles of Jack Daniels and soft drinks to accompany the food.

Squirrel filled the cups with ice and poured the colas, sitting them on the nightstand. He also poured three neat Jack Daniels. The men opened their meals and spread them out on the beds. Squirrel passed the first cups around. “Something to prepare the stomach for food,” He said, indicating a toast to their weekend. 

Simultaneously, the three men downed the whiskey.

“Wow!  I can’t wait to see your dicks.  I wish we didn’t have to eat first,” Brian blurts out.

“Nothing says we can’t get naked before we eat,” Honcho adds.

Squirrel stands up and begins undressing.  “What are you two waiting for, an invitation?”

Honcho and Brian begin stripping.  The men are hard.  Squirrel takes the cups and fills them again.  “What a sight, looking at all these big dicks on fucking hot Marines,” Squirrel opines as he hands out the second round of Jack Daniels.

They swallow quickly.  Squirrel passes out the sodas. The men sit down beside their food and begin eating.

After several bites from the sandwich and a good handful of French fries, Brian falls on his knees in front of Honcho and licks on his dick.  His other hand wraps Squirrel’s dick and jacks as he’s licking on Honcho.  He then reverses his position, now sucking Squirrel and jacking Honcho.

Brian says as he stands up, “Sorry, fellows, I couldn’t resist.”

“Did you see us resisting?” Honcho tosses back.

Squirrel  pours three more drinks, “Something to soothe our stomachs.”

Squirrel, between bites, offers an idea.  “You know, gents, we have these three days together.  I know we are going to blow our wads tonight.  That’s a given.  What I am suggesting is that for tonight we restrict our actions to sucking, even ass, and fingering ass, but no fucking.  We’ll save that for tomorrow night.  We worked hard today, and I think a good night’s sleep after a mouthful of cum will allow us plenty of energy for tomorrow afternoon and evening. Tonight, we get each other off.  Suck dicks, lick butt, play with our nipples, squeeze our muscles… you know the routine.”

The men nod, wad up their dinners, and set the leftovers aside.

Brian opens with, “Tell me, Squirrel.  We know my story, and we know Honcho’s story, but we don’t know yours.””

“I guess what’s good for the gander and all that.  Brian, why don’t you suck my dick while I relate the sordid introduction I had to dick.  It was a family moment, you could say.  It happened at a Fourth of July bar-be-cue at my Aunt Julie’s.  Aunt Julie did not want people going into her house throughout the day, so she had a portable john brought in.  Since she didn’t want it in view, it was hidden far from the party.  Long, short.  Man, that feels good.  You got a damn knack for getting the most out of my dick.  Anyway, this older guy was a friend of the family.  Just as I was getting into the toilet, he followed me in, stood beside me and pulled out his dick, and began to pee.  I didn’t think anything of it.  He pulled on his dick which grew quickly. Standing beside me, he asked, “How do you make your thing bigger?  You do know you can make it bigger.  Like mine.  Do you pull on it?”

I stood there looking at him and looking at his dick.  I didn’t say anything.

“Do you mind if I pull on it and make it bigger?”

I froze.  He didn’t miss a beat.  His hand was on my scared dick, but not so scared as to not respond.  I grew and filled out. 

Man, you remind me of my first blow job because that’s what happened.  After that encounter, I never saw him again, but I was hooked.  I wanted to get my dick sucked, but I learned pretty quickly I wouldn’t get any head unless I were willing to give it in exchange.”

“O.K. Brian, why don’t you suck on Honcho, and Honcho, why don’t you  jack on me?”

Brian interjects, “I can’t get Honcho’s head into my mouth.  I can lick on Honcho, but that’s the best I can do.”

“I have an even better idea.  I want to fulfill a fantasy I didn’t know I had such a need for.  When the farm hands and I would jack in front of the computer porn, there was one guy in the group who had a dick like Honcho’s. I wanted to jack him and make him cum because I saw him shoot off some big loads. We can always suck, so why don’t we move that back a bit and jack on each other.  It could be a lot hotter than you imagine. First, let me hold on to Honcho, and Honcho can hold on to you.”

As he grips Honcho’s more than ample big dick, he’s transported to those Friday afternoons in the makeshift office room where the men would pass the bottle and jack off to computer porn.  Remembering his past, a shock shoots through him, and in his imagination, he sees Pete pull out and jack the largest dick of the group.  Pete inspired envy, but not so strong as to create any abrasion among the group who worked together daily.  It had all started quite innocently.  Randall was jacking off to porn in the office when Luke walked in.  Luke was the kind of person who saw life as a challenge.  Without hesitation, Luke pulled out his dick and started jacking, too. And one thing led to a regularity and a growing group who wanted a Friday night release before heading home to the wife and kids.  The whole history flashed through his mind as he closed his eyes and saw himself pulling on Pete’s enormous dick.

Honcho is letting the feelings from Brian pass through to Squirrel as he squeezes Squirrel and feels the veins plump out.  Honcho clinches and releases Squirrel’s dick, jacking ever so subtly.  Squirrel feels the release he has imagined since Honcho and he began working out together.

Squirrel focuses in on Honcho’s reddening cock.  At the same time, Brian stands beside Honcho as if he were beside Pete. Brian, in jacking Honcho, realizes the many times he fantasized about jacking Pete during the Friday rituals.

The men enjoy the scene.  Brian first feels the rush when he holds Honcho in front of Squirrel, as if he wanted to do with the farm hands but never did.  When that rush passed through him, to Honcho and then to Squirrel, Brian was brought back to the real world of three guys who are into hot men and are aroused equally.

Squirrel suggests they continue to jack but change dicks.  Squirrel holds Honcho; Honcho holds Brian, and Brian holds Squirrel.  The men stare at their dicks, relishing in the fantasy element of their enormity and how this could be a porn movie moment.  Brian thought of the videos with Dorian. 

The circle of jacking dicks leads to the spilling of pre-cum, given so willingly in anticipation of what their bodies are telling them. 

Squirrel, “I don’t want to get things going too soon, but I don’t want the silver juice coming out of two big dicks to go to waste.”

Squirrel releases Honcho’s dick.  Squirrel falls on his knees before Honcho while still jacking Brian, lapping up the voluntary juice of genuine arousal.  Taking it on the tip of his tongue, he tosses it to the back of his mouth and swallows it.  Squirrel moves to Brian and holds out his tongue to receive the liquid host while on his knees, giving thanks for the moment. 

Brian looks on, carried away by these men's sheer openness. They can carry out anything that comes to their minds. Despite their everyday jobs, they are physically perfect and trained killers—even Honcho in the IT division, Brian in the mess hall, and Squirrel as a clerk in a front office. Honcho kneels and licks Squirrel’s generous offering. 

 

The men return to jacking each other, adding a bit of nipple teasing with the non-jacking hands.  The nipples harden, with Brian’s becoming like hard buttons.  Squirrel kisses Brian’s nipples. 

Without anything but exchanging glances, the men gather together in a three-way kiss, which turns into a kissing session.  While still jacking each other’s dicks, they kiss, forming one pair and then another, enjoying the unpredictable aspects.  When lips weren’t touching other lips, tongues were licking ears.

Honcho is kissing Squirrel while Brian licks Honcho’s ear and blows gently into it. Brian’s breath turns into kisses as he moves down Honcho’s neck. At that moment, Squirrel turns to Brian and kisses him while Honcho returns Brian’s gesture to both ear and neck. The kissing, ear, and neck play continue until the jacking revs up to a step or two away from an explosion.

Squirrel pulls back and suggests they take a break and have another drink, which Squirrel is happy to make. 

Honcho and Brian sit side by side on the bed when Squirrel hands them their drinks.  They raise a silent toast and then down the whiskey.

They sit there, motionless, looking at each other’s hard cocks and exquisite bodies.  Squirrel, who thought he was the instigator, realizes he has allowed himself to become involved with both men.  Squirrel, Honcho, and Brian exchange wistful glances.  Each man is holding his cock and slightly jacking.  Individually, each catches his pre-cum on his finger and licks his finger clean.

The men are happy and mellow, feeling the whiskey and just being open and free with each other.  As they stimulate themselves, they exchange smiles and sly grins, knowing they violate the world’s expectations of Marines.  There is almost the danger of being discovered, which adds spice to the situation.

Squirrel experiences restlessness. “I’ve got an idea for a little fun.  Why don’t we put two mouths on one dick?  Change around, of course.  Everyone gets a bit of the action, and the pre-cum doesn’t go to waste.”

Squirrel stands up in the position to be sucked.  Falling into the moment, Honcho and Brian kneel before Squirrel’s leaking cock.  Honcho and Brian share tongues, licking the magical crystal stream.  Tongues recede, and mouths share the Squirrel’s head equally:  licking, kissing, sucking.  Squirrel, not missing a chance for invention, begins moving in and out of the action of the two mouths.

Honcho leans back and states, “I think he’s fucking our mouths.  That’s a new one on me.”

“Sure, why not? You’re both giving me a hole in which I want to move around.”

Honcho looks directly at Brian.  Both men engulf Squirrel’s head again, sucking with enthusiasm.  Squirrel fucks the controlling mouths.  Together, Honcho and Brian work their mouths down the shaft.  Squirrel pulls back to bring their mouths to his glans.

Honcho and Brian resume their treatment of Squirrel’s head.  Brian pulls back and indicates with his eyes that Honcho starts sucking Squirrel’s dick. Honcho takes Squirrel’s dick deep into his mouth.  Squirrel fucks Honcho’s mouth and throat.  Honcho pulls back and gives the dick to Brian, who accepts it deeply.  Brian moves up and down Squirrel’s shaft, settling on the head, which he treats tenderly, pulling out more pre-cum.

Squirrel pulls back, kneels, and tells Honcho to stand.  Brian and Squirrel share Honcho’s magnificent cock.  Licking Honcho’s liquid, their lips meet, and, including the dripping head of Honcho’s cock, they have a three-way kiss with the oozing head.  Honcho, feeling these two hot men, is mesmerized by new unimagined sensations.  Honcho places his hands on the backs of each head, holding them together.  Squirrel and Brian kiss even harder, engaging their tongues to tease Honcho’s’ head.

“I don’t know what you're doing, but keep at it.” Then Honcho massages both heads and rubs their necks.

Brian slides his mouth down Honcho’s shaft as Squirrel places his mouth on the head of Honcho’s cock.  Neither Brian nor Squirrel can take all of Honcho’s head into their mouths.  They lick and suck around the head, giving Honcho delicious feelings.  Brian wraps his hand around the base of Honcho’s shaft; Squirrel wraps his hand around the upper shaft, exposing the head.  Both men tease the outer rim of the glans with their tongues and lips.  The two hands begin to jack Honcho’s cock. 

Both Brian and Squirrel realize the magnificence of the cock they share between them.

Honcho, enjoying each moment, interrupts their concentration.  “I don’t want to be selfish, but I think we need to get Brian in the middle for a change of pace.”

With that statement, Squirrel releases Honcho’s cock, and Brian stands between them.

Honcho begins by deep-throating Brian, who moans at the unexpected pleasure that erupts inside him as the head of his cock passes over the back of Honcho’s tongue and into the gripping pressure that he has not felt before.

“Don’t hog that cock,” Squirrel intones.  Honcho backs off, letting Squirrel take Brian’s cock into his throat.

“Damn, men, your throats are better than anything I’ve fucked.  Even both of you.”

“We’re here to please,” Squirrel adds.

Both men back off and start licking Brian’s head simultaneously.  Squirrel and Honcho kiss each other with Brian’s head between their mouths.  One mouth and then the other inhales Brian’s cock.  Honcho sucks with an extra enthusiasm.

“Honcho, man.  I don’t want to cum.”

Honcho backs off.  Squirrel offers, “Why don’t we grab a bit to eat and warm our bellies?  After that, we can go where we’ve been wanting to go since we saw each other’s dicks.”

The men dig through the remains of their meals, finding limp French fries and the remains of a second burger missing some bites.

Silence reigns.  Squirrel hands Honcho and Brian their drinks.  All the men sip their whiskeys slowly, contemplating the coming finality of their interaction.

Squirrel, always with ideas, throws out a scenario to Honcho and Brian.  He suggests the men get on the queen size bed and form a triangle in which each man, even though Honcho was unsuckable, could reach the cock nearest him.  They can finger each other’s ass and maybe work two fingers in before beginning to suck the dick in his mouth.”

With the food devoured and a second splash in their cup, the men form a three-sided chain.  Brian takes Honcho, Honcho takes Squirrel and Squirrel takes Brian. 

Each man lubes his penetrating finger with pre-cum, finds the tight hole, and teases the opening.  Each pushes his finger into the tight yet willing hole in his own time.

The men use guttural sounds to express their pleasure.

“Let’s go for the second finger,” Squirrel challenges.

Again, the dripping pre-cum acts as the perfect lube.

Well-lubed fingers, placed together, create a point that penetrates easily into the already-opened holes.

Honcho blurts out, “Oh, yeah.  Play around as much as you can.  Punch my prostate, Marine.  Fuck me with those fingers.”

At that moment, Honcho’s fingers swirl around the inside of Squirrel’s ass.  Squirrel moans, “Yes, yes, screw my ass.”

Squirrel’s enthusiasm causes him to work Brian’s hole mercilessly. In response, Brian intensifies the treatment he’s giving Honcho.

The double-finger play motivates these hot Marines to twitch and gyrate without restraint.

“Guys, I think it’s time to start sucking some cock,” Squirrel offers.

Brian, knowing he cannot take the whole head of Honcho’s monster, uses his mouth to lick up the flowing pre-cum, rubbing the edge of the glans with his fingers.

Honcho devours Squirrel, and Squirrel devours Brian.  The men lose themselves in ass play and sucking.

Intense moments lead to the outcome of their mutual stimulation.

“Are we in sync?” Squirrel queries.

Brian backs off of Honcho and says he’s close.  Honcho adds, “Just keep rubbing my glans, and I’ll be shooting a load into your mouth.”

Squirrel lets Honcho know he’s about to cum.

Fingers move excitedly in and out of their asses.

Honcho lets Brian know his load is on its way out.  “Work my ass, and you’ll have my cum.”

Honcho engulfs Squirrel.  Squirrel, “I’m cumming. Fuck my ass, you Marine bastard!”

With those words, Brian is so turned on that he shoots two days' worth of saved-up cum into Squirrel’s mouth.

Honcho fills Brian’s mouth with his sweet cum, a load that keeps cumming, one blast after another, as Brian keeps working his fingers in and out of Honcho’s ass.

The men pull their fingers out of each other’s asses, licking the cum that is still flowing in the afterglow of their simultaneous orgasms.

Breathing returns to a semblance of normal.

Honcho asks Brian to let him suck his fingers.  Honcho wants to taste the flavor of his ass.  Squirrel and Brian follow suit, each savoring the other’s ass juice coated with pre-cum.

The men fall back and away from one another, their dicks, still thick but softening.

“Well, fellas, I guess we got what we were hoping for,” Honcho states.

“I think we need to shower,” Brian adds.

The men rise from the bed, stand close to one another, and have a three-way kiss.

After the shower, Squirrel makes a nightcap for each of them.

Sleep comes easily to all three, who secretly contemplate the coming events of the next day.