Marines For My Wife

Tyson Moore

We had moved to our new country place and after we were straightened up, Lisa had gone to visit her sister in North Dakota for a few days.  I was sitting on the porch, sipping iced tea and enjoying what promised to be a magnificent sunset, and contemplating, or hoping and wishing and imagining the next military hero who might drop in for a visit.  I had no word of anyone coming home soon so I was totally unprepared when I saw the cab coming up the winding driveway. It stopped at the gate but he kept the motor running. The door opened and out stepped a tall black Marine spiffed up in his summer dress uniform. From first sight, he was stunning, even the way he set his polished boot on the ground when he stepped out of the cab. The way he straightened to his full height, well over six feet, made his stature almost hit me in the face. I stood up as he strode toward the porch, taking in, in a sweeping glance, his long, muscular legs, his noticeably slender waist and hips and the way his upper body swelled out from his waist to incredibly broad shoulders and chest. I was almost afraid to believe that he was there at my invitation; I was more inclined to believe that he had sought the place out, looking for the former owner. Happily, he dispelled that fear.

“Are you Brian Collins?” he asked as he stood at the bottom of the steps.  How I loved hearing those words from perfect strangers when they arrived.

He was tall; I noticed he didn’t have to tilt his head very much to look up at me standing on the porch.

“Yes,” I replied, putting out my hand.

He put one boot on the bottom step as he reached for my hand,

“We’ve been emailing for a few months… I’m Sgt. Tyson Moore.”

“Yes, I see by your name tag. Welcome home, Sergeant.” I moved down a step so we were eye to eye. He was even taller than I’d thought, and his hands were huge.

“Well, since I’ve found the right place, let me get my duffle bag and pay my cabbie and tell him to come back in a couple of hours, if that’s all right.”

“It’s all right, except coming back in a couple of hours. Is that all the time you have?”

“Well, no, I’ve got a couple of weeks, but……”

“Then can’t you spare a day. Tell your cabbie you’ll call him,” I said.

“Very well.”

I stood on the porch while he went back to pay the cab driver and get his duffle bag.  My eyes were glued to his high and tight ass packed tightly in his uniform pants, fixed on the obviously hard muscle flexing and churning inside his pants.  The cab driver got out and opened the trunk to get the duffle bag but the sergeant lifted it out himself, easily, with one hand, and tossed it over his shoulder. He carried it back to the porch as if were nothing, and flipped it onto the bottom step.

“You can set your bag inside, while I get you a beer,” I said.

We went back out on the porch where he took the porch swing while I sat in the large wicker rocker.  We warmed up with small talk while he sipped his beer like it was a precious nectar.

“You don’t have to nurse that beer, there’s plenty more where that came from,” I said.

“I’m savoring it,” he said with a smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a good beer.” His bright smile fairly lit up his whole face, his teeth even and sparkling.

 “Okay, savor it, but don’t torture it,” I joked.

Like the others, each time I went there, he steered the conversation away from himself and the war.

“You know, it’s very frustrating, talking to you guys when you come back,” I said.

“Oh? How so?”

“You don’t talk,” I said. 

“Well, it’s not exactly our favorite subject,” he said.

“But you need to tell your stories. We want to hear them. And I’ll put it another way; I put out a lot of my good tax money for your time over there, I figure I’ve got a report due.”

He laughed.  “Well, since you put it that way… what do you want to know?”

After that he opened up. He seemed to be eager to let it out once he got started. But after a while, when there was a pause in the conversation, he deftly changed the subject.

“You’ve got a beautiful place here,” he remarked, looking around.

“Thanks. We just moved here.”

“Yes, that reminds me, you mentioned a Mrs. Collins.”

“I’m sorry you won’t get to meet her; she’s away, visiting her sister in South Dakota.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I was looking forward to meeting her.”

“She will hate that she missed you,” I said. “Unless you could stay for a couple of days.”

“I’m not on a tight schedule, but I wouldn’t want to intrude,” he said.

“It wouldn’t be an intrusion. I’ll catch hell, in fact, if I don’t convince you to stay till she gets home.”

“Well, I might be able to do that.  Sgt. Packer said your wife was a real delight to meet.”

“Oh, you know Sgt. Packer?” I wondered what all Sgt. Packer had told him about Lisa.

“Yes, we were in the same outfit for a while. He wrote me that he had been corresponding with you and had stopped by for a visit, and he urged me to try to do the same.”

“She will definitely want to meet you,” I said.  He glanced over at me, I thought from my tone, and smiled.

“And I would definitely like to meet her,” he said with a wide smile.

“What, uh,… else did Sgt. Packer tell you about my wife?” I asked with a tight smile.

He gave me a cocky grin then looked down at his beer, then back over at me. “Well, at the risk of wearing out my welcome in only a few seconds…can I be candid?  You’re obviously not in the dark about things, according to Sgt. Packer.”

“You may be candid,” I said.

“Well, putting it bluntly, he said she was a phenomenal fuck.”

I blinked, surprised at his boldness, then smiled.  “Well, tell me what he really said about her,” I said, laughing.

“I was really looking forward to meeting her,” he said, rubbing his tightly packed crotch.

“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head, “I’m not all that sure she would be able to handle you, if you fit the mold of most black men.”

He chuckled and squeezed his crotch.  “I’ve been told I broke the mold,” he said.

I eyed his long, thick fingers curled around his bulge. “You realize that I would be in on it,” I said. There, it was out there, now all I had to do was inform Lisa that she would not be going it alone.   

“Suits me, whatever part you take in everything,” he said.

“No, I… well, I usually just observe, if that wouldn’t bother you,” I said.

“Kinda like you’re observing now?” he asked.

I could feel my face growing warm and I couldn’t take my eyes off his big hand squeezing his bulging crotch. I wanted desperately to see what he had inside his pants and he knew it, but he was waiting for me to say it.  When I didn’t say anything, he moved his hand.

“I don’t mean to seem ungrateful, but I was really boned up for this visit. I mean for thousands of miles, and since your wife isn’t here… well, I hope you won’t be offended if I call my cab back to go into town and see what I can find in the way of entertainment.”

“I would,” I said. He gave me a funny look, his brow cocked.  “Be offended,” I finished. “You don’t have to do that… go into town.”

“All right, if you say so,….” He let his words trail off as he held his slight grin, with his big hand still laid loosely over his crotch. “But I’m not sure what you mean,” he added.  But I was sure he did.  I watched his fingers deftly find the tab of his zipper and he tugged it down an inch or so.

I got up and went over to him and reached down to grope his crotch. I couldn’t believe what I felt. “Geezuss,” I said huskily. He laughed softly. “Just so you know, you’re at my mercy,” I said.

“Only when you’re not at mine,” he said.

I was looking down at him with a funny feeling inside. He was so damn handsome, with the biggest, snappy eyes, flawless skin, and full, sensual lips that I had to touch.  I don’t know where I found the courage but I leaned down to kiss him. He reared back, startled, then relaxed and succumbed to the touch of my lips on his. It was one sided at first but then I felt a slight pressure back, the tip of his tongue. We both moaned as we kissed harder, lips parting, or being pried apart and tongues lashing around each other. He brought his hand up around the back of my head to pull me tighter into the kiss. The intensity increased by the second till we suddenly broke away for air.

“Where the hell did that come from? I never kissed a guy before in my life,” he said, sounding out of breath.

“I never either,” I said as I fumbled with his belt buckle. It was a web belt and I was having trouble with it. He started to help when I said, “I would like to get you out of this uniform.”

“Out here, or inside?” he asked.

“We could start out here, we don’t get many visitors,” I said.

He stood up, loosening his tie.  I had both hands free and I undid his belt then unbuttoned the top button of his pants.  I dropped down on my knees to unlace his combat boots and take them off. I left his socks on. He lifted each foot for me to remove his uniform pants, which I did carefully, and folded them and laid them on the chair.  When I looked back, face to face with his white briefs, the tiniest I’d ever seen on a man, I was amazed at the strain his manhood was putting on the material. I still couldn’t judge his cock except that there was an ungodly amount of man meat stuffed in his shorts. He had his uniform shirt off and was pulling up his T-shirt, revealing a virtual washboard of hard abdominal muscles.  I looked up further to see the broad, thick plates of solid muscle spread across his upper chest, each one capped with a darker, taut nipple. I gulped at the sight of him. I focused back down on his legs. His thighs were more like tree trunks than tree trunks, with beautifully shaped hard muscles layered together. I ran my hands up and down his legs then around to the back of his thighs, and up to his butt. His ass was like two bowling balls, so perfectly round and so solid. My mouth suddenly began to water as I tried to imagine those solid, fleshy globes spread across my face. I wondered if he would let me do that.

“How did you ever get to be built like this?” I asked.

“Actually, most of it just came naturally,” he said.

“And this?” I asked as I clasped my hand over his bulging briefs.

“That’s all natural, got it from my dad,” he said.

“I’m going to have to see it to believe it,” I said, as I mauled his heavy manhood.

“It’s all yours, dude,” he said.

I trailed my hands over his smooth, taut skin.  “You are a perfect shade of black; like chocolate, and your skin is absolutely flawless.”

“Thanks.  I use lots of lotion,” he said.

“Would you mind putting your boots back on?” I asked as I picked up one of his boots.

“Not at all, if that turns you on,” he said and he put his foot out for me to put the boot on.  Then the other one, then I laced them up.

I pulled the sides of his shorts down off his hips, exposing his tightly curled pubes then the root of his cock. It was a thick bush and a couple of inches later I could see the bluish veins under the dark skin. I pulled the garment down his thighs, well over half way to his knees before his giant cock swung out, long, thick and majestic.

“My Godd!” I blurted.  He laughed softly. I glanced up at him.  “I’ll bet you get that reaction a lot,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never seen anything so big,” I said. “I’m down here wondering what I’m going to do with it,” I said, jokingly.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he said.

I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it, pulling the sheath back taut so the head bulged out proudly.

“You’re gonna get a flood of ball juice doing that,” he said.

“Don’t worry, it won’t go to waste.  Nothing will go to waste,” I said.

He was anxious.  He put his hand on my head and guided face to his cock till the head pressed against my lips.  I instinctively flicked out my tongue for the warm juice and having a taste of it, I engulfed the head and slurped the stuff. I couldn’t help the soft moans of pleasure. He gave me free rein for a moment or two then clasped his hands around my head to take charge and I knew I was going to be impaled. With the wide, thick cockhead pressing at the portal of my throat, I braced myself. He nudged several times while I worked to overcome my gage reflex before it happened.  Then his stomach muscles tightened, as did his hard butt in my hand, and his cock burst through and sank several inches into my throat.  I was prepared but I wasn’t and my focus shifted on the length of black meat separating his pubes from my lips; a good seven inches.

“Let’s ease it in,” he said in a husky tone as he pushed. At the same time I swallowed, gulping on his thick cock, working to take it deeper.  Together we impaled me so that his pubes were grinding against my lips and I was staring wide-eyed into the hairy bush. He held me like that for a long moment as my throat kept trying to swallow him. Then he eased his grip on my head and began fucking my mouth. I moaned around his thick met, happy to accommodate him as best I could.

“You just joined a very elite club,” he told me.  I couldn’t ask what club but he told me.  “I can count on both hands the number of people…male and female…..that’ve swallowed me like this.” I nodded gratefully at the recognition.  “Most of ‘em have to give up and take it in the ass.”

My asshole clenched at those words and I knew instinctively where he was going. It took about ten minutes of slurping and gurgling and whimpering before he eased his cock free of my mouth and took it in his hand.  He stroked the slick meat a few times then cupped his other hand under my arm to bring me to my feet. I knew he wasn’t done with me; we were only changing positions. He turned me facing the yard and bent me over the porch railing. I felt the glop of warm spit fall into my asscrack and he used his cock to lube my clenching hole.  More spit for good measure as he clasped his big hands around my hips and nudged the head of his cock against my asshole. I braced myself again. I wasn’t fearful; I simply wanted to get the penetration over with and get on to the pleasure that I knew his massive cock would give me.