Those tough Marines are just as queer as the rest of us!

There are a lot of stories passed down from one troop of recruits to the next. For instance; never eat the liver in the chow hall because the cooks slice it open and use it as pussy. And they never wash the jizz out before they cook it. Really grossed out the troops. If I hadn't already hated liver, a little jizz might have added a nice flavor touch. And be careful about the chicken because they often substituted sea gull. Probably kind of stringy but with a lot of gravy maybe not so bad. And no question everything was cooked with huge amounts of salt peter to keep the guys libidos down.

The nightly activity in the barracks head proved that that wasn't true. But the all time great fantasy was that sometimes women came to the chain link fence that surrounded the base and gave blow jobs through said fence. The base was pretty well out of civilian reach but that didn't bother anybody. Who wants to find fault with such a great story?  

I had a new fellow recruit buddy from Texas. What I call a 'straight gay'. Very macho and very hetero but he admitted he had let 'queers' suck him off and had given a few of them a good fucking as long as it was strictly one sided.

"any faggot tries to stick his dick in my mouth and I'll bite it off"

That seemed a little extreme since no queer could get his dick in the guys mouth without a little cooperation on his part. Like opening his mouth when a dick got near it. I found all this amusing and we had a nice bantering relationship.

Our barracks was on the end of a long row of ten with chain link fencing right behind. I guess most recruits saw that fence and dreamed about how easy it would be to get blown through the generous holes therein.

We had returned from a grueling 10 mile run and were out back smoking. Most everybody else had gone for chow (liver or chicken?) or were napping. There was a service road running along the fence but we had never seen any traffic on it before. It was dusk, almost dark, when a big silver Mercedes came gliding up and stopped.

The door opened and out stepped a tall blonde model type. Very elegantly dressed in a designer pantsuit and with (incongruously) a red satin pillow under her arm. Stan and I gave shocked looks at each other. Could the fantasy be coming true? She sauntered closer to the chain link.

"Evenin' boys. What's goin' on?"

Hint of southern accent with whiskey and cigarette sexiness. Big smile full of pearly whites.....and that pillow under her arm. We were dumbstruck and just sort of shook our heads. I'm pretty sure I saw a little drool run out of Stans open mouth. I was speechless but not old Stan.

"Why's that pillow under your arm?" he blurted.

Her smile got bigger.

"Come over here to the fence and I'll show you, you big old hunk of muscle."

Stan was up and moving so I got up and followed.

"Now, you stick that big boner I can see in your pants through the fence and I'll put this pillow on the grass so my knees don't get grass stains and then I think you can figure it out from there."

Stan had his fatigues unbuttoned and his very impressive dick through that chain link in no time. She turned her smile on me as she arranged her satin pillow on the ground.

"Honey, I can tell this isn't your bag but you're welcome to watch if that's your thing."

It was and I did.

I had boner in hand, dick lube dripping as her lips parted and she took Stan's fat dick head and shaft and easily swallowed it almost to the hilt. The chain link was only a slight impediment and I could see her nose being tickled by Stan's cock bush. As she started that slow in and out rhythm,

Stan started gasping and moaning and his hands clutched the fence. His fatigues started slipping down, exposing the white boxers underneath and giving a peek of his ass crack. Suddenly just watching wasn't enough. I moved behind him, knelt down and parted those glorious ass cheeks.

I licked and tongue probed his ass hole until I felt it loosening up. I stood up behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Hey straight dude, I'm gonna ass fuck you."

"You better not you fuckin' faggot!"

I rubbed my cum lubed dick up and down his ass crack and when I probed his man cunt I swear he showed no resistance at all. I slid right in and started pumping at the same rhythm as the blonde was sucking him. It wasn't difficult to time my orgasm to Stan's.

His ass tightened around my cock and his convulsive cum shots put me over the edge. We were both in that post orgasm fog and the blonde (grass stained pillow under her arm) was nearly to her car before we realized she was going.

Stan almost had tears in his voice. "Wait!!

When will you be back??"

She turned and smiled.

"Oh, I'll be back honey, you just never know when. Bye now."

And the big silver Mercedes went gliding back down the road. So Stan and I had lived the fantasy (slightly altered on my part) of the chain link blowjob. But could we convince the rest of the guys it had happened?

Chapter 4 tells all.