Art of the Marine - Finishing Strokes

Mother Nature gave me a subtle nudge in the bladder.  Not urgent, so I only came partway awake.  I gave a little moan as I snuggled into the warm body next to me.............(Wait!........Warm Body?.....Who?)

I cracked an eye open to blearily focus on a thick tan neck with short cropped blonde hair.  A somewhat familiar  neck....(.Straight Boy, my mind supplied.  Ummm Earl.   Okay, known person.)  I relaxed back against his back.

(Ummm.....Wait!   How come Straight Boy, umm Earl was in my bed?)  My drowzy mind tried to replay events from the previous evening. (  Nope, definitely remember climbing into the loft alone.  So, why was Earl in my bed?  Hey !  Don't judge, I am sooo not a morning person!)

Puzzled I flexxed my fingers.  I felt a soft wiry feeling against the tips.  My knuckles pushed against something very warm and firm.  I let my foggy awareness travel down my arm , draped over Earl's hip, to my hand.  Which was firmly lodged in his pubic hair, with what I assumed was his hard dick trapping it.

I came a bit more alert, maybe just a bit panicked.   At the same time, the thought of  my fingers were tangled in pubic hair, made my morning wood twitch, in its warm cocoon.

(Ummm....Warm Cocoon?! ) My awareness crept to my dick.  Which was quite firmly lodged between the furry hemispheres of Earl's big butt.  A Coney Dog, between two halves of a
hairy bun!  

I tried to jerk away in surprise, but Earl groaned in protest, and I found my wrist siezed by his big mitt.  He drew my body closer, and arched his ass, lodging my morning hard even deeper into his crevice.  The only way I could have been deeper, was if my cock breached his hole!

I surrendered for a few moments, still trying to puzzle things out, while still enjoying the closeness and heat of his big body.  Then Mother Nature began to get insistent!

This time as I eased away, Earl let me go.  I eased up to peer at his face, but as far as I could tell he was still asleep.  As gently as I could I eased myself off of the bed.  I almost snickered, when Earl immediately sprawled out across the whole mattress.  But, Man!  That big muscled body looked so good spread across my sheets.  I actually felt my fingers twitch, as though grasping a pencil.  Then a bladder twinge, had me yanking on sweats and scurrying down to the bathroom.

Morning drain attended to, I opted for cleaning teeth and rinsing away my morning breath.  Then dragged myself to the kitchen to start some coffee.

And stopped short, when I saw what was sitting so jauntily on the counter, firmly atop a note.  A closer look, showed it to have" Earl" scrawled across the note.  I bit my lip for a moment, greatly tempted to snatch it up and read it.    However, my own scruples got in my way.  It didn't have my name on it, just Earl's.   I narrowed my eyes at it, and silently sent a curse, Nicole's way.  Woman knew I was going to have six cats worth of curiosity.  She also knew I wouldn't read it uninvited.  Damn the Woman!

Once the Elixer of Morning was brewing, my eyes fell on the jumble of drawings on the work table.  A glance at the original drawing of Earl, drew me to rummage around for a clean canvas.  Soon after that I was intently slapping on base colors for a painting.  I was so focused on the canvas, I actually missed the sound of stirring in the loft.  And like the six curious cats, I nearly lost all my lives when a throat suddenly cleared behind me!

A strangled yelp was met with an equally startled laugh.  Earl was standing behind me clad in nothing but a pair of tight white breifs.  He just shook his head indulgently and made his way to the bathroom.  

At the sound of a powerful stream hitting the bowl, I opted to go get fresh brew.   I heard running water then the sound of brushing.  Then I moseyed back to my easel, as Earl came out to the main room.   He took a deep appreciative sniff of coffee laden air.  I just gestured towards the kitchen. (  Hey, stay two nights at my place, start fending for yourself.  You are no longer a guest in my book!)

Earl ambled into the kitchen area, my eyes tracking his big white clad muscle ass.  I bit down on a snicker, when he too jolted to a stop, eyes assualted by Nicole's gift.  I looked up at Earl's red face and mouthed  " Nicole!"  

Earl shook his head and reached out to pick up the rubber penis on the counter.   Then he picked up the note.   Dong in one hand, waving idly in the air, note in the other, he scanned the page.  I watched intently, hoping he would share.  Then as his brow furrowed , and his jaw went taut, I thought maybe I didn't actually want to know.  ( Okay, Who am I kidding?  It would take much more than a scowl to dampen my curiousity!)

With a bit of force he slapped both down on the counter, and poured a cup of brew.   Then he just leaned up against the counter and stared at the note like it was a viper!

Then he sighed, rubbed his forehead, then scooped the note up.   With a few steps, he was slapping it into my hand, then went to sprawl on the futon, eyes lost in the ceiling.

I eyed him uncertainly then unfolded the note.

Earl:

First off I thought you might like a little memento of our night!
While it is not the dick that took your butt's cherry, It almost was!
Ride it in good health!

On to the question of your heterosexuality or lack of same.

It is my judgement, that you are most definitely Bi and maybe
pretty Gay!

I base this on a few things.

1  The fact that you came home with a man you knew was Gay, says
to me that on some level you were hoping something might happen.

2  The fact that you actually let him stick his dick in your ass!
I don't care how drunk or high you are, a truly straight man would not
have gone there! Or so I believe!

3   The straight men I drill with my strapon, always expect a chance at fucking me!
They might not get it, but they still will try!  You didn't even really try to get inside me!

4  Despite a token protest, you let Rusty watch and participate.  I watched you closely.
You were very aware of Rusty, and I caught you staring at his cock several times.

So, that's my judgement.  Do with it as you please.

Here is my advice.  

You have one more day of leave before you truly need to head back.
Ask Rusty to let you stay another night.   Talk with him.  He won't do you wrong
and he is a good Friend to have.  I also suggest you think about
exploring your attraction to men with Rusty.   He's already fucked
you once, so I'm sure he'd do it again if you asked.

Nicole

P.S. here is my e-mail if you want to unload on someone.  I am trusting your honor
not to share it with anyone.

P.P.S.   I'm sure Rusty is going crazy wanting to see this note!  Up to you,
but I'd let him stew a bit!

P.P.P. S.   Rusty if you get to read this, consider it payback for disrupting
my little scenario !  Bitch!!!! Love Nicole.

I shook my head and turned to look at Earl.  His eyes were still on the ceiling, but I could see him watching from the corner of his eye.   His face was flushed a very fiery red.

Then he sighed and caught my eyes.

" So, do you agree with her?"  
I shrugged.  Then tried to lighten the mood  " Hey, really I'm not a Bitch!, Really I'm not!"  

Earl glared at me, apparently not a fan of my wonderful humor.   Once again I shrugged.  " Whether or not I agree is not important, here, Earl!   You can take her judgement to heart or fling it in the trash!  "   I paused thoughtfully.   " So, are you interested in staying another day?"

He shrugged looking a bit out to sea.   " I need some time to think on it."   " Okay, Buddy!"    Then, " By the way Earl?"  He fixed his attention on me.  " Why were you in my bed this morning and naked?"

Once again his fair skin flushed under it's tan.  This time it reached all of the way to his very big nips.   " Honestly, I was all kind of confused.....about what happened here.....And still hurt from my girl.........and high...and  I guess I just wanted someone to be next to.  Didn't want to sleep alone, I guess."      He peered at me uncertainty in his eyes.  " I'm sorry if that bothered you?"      

I smiled gently.  " Hey Mr. Marine!  Gay dude here!   Can't complain about waking up cuddling a big  naked muscle stud!   That would so not be Gay!   I was just confused, I didn't expect it to happen!"

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.  " I'm just fighting a whole lot of shit in my head right now!"   I waved my hand through the air.  " Look, just relax if you can, I'll just go back to painting.  If you decide you want to talk, I'm right here."   " So you  are just going to pretend I'm not here?"     I shook my head ruefully.  " Not much chance, with you sitting there in nothing but tighty whities!  I'm just promising to keep my mouth shut, not my eyes from straying!"  Earl gave a nervous chuckle.

"I think I'm going to go shower. "  He finally blurted.  I groaned silently, the sudden picture of all those muscles shining with water, forming a picture in my head.   Biting my lip, I waved towards the bathroom and turned to address myself to canvas once more.  Earl grabbed his duffle and disappeared into the bathroom.  And true to form, I was soon lost in the painting process.

Sometime later, Earl emerged from the bathroom, clad in his too tight jeans and a USMC tee.   Barefoot he paddded up to peer over my shoulder.  He frowned at the mess of color on the canvas.  As I had only managed to lay down base color, it did not look like much.  For my part, I was engrossed in the fresh smell of soap, and the heat of a nearby body.   I was fighting the urge to turn and bury my face in his chest, to inhale the smell of freshly cleaned man.

Earl just grunted and went for more coffee.  Then he plopped that beautiful butt down on the futon.  And began to fidget.  

Normally when I'm in the creative process, I am oblivious to my surroundings.  That morning, however, I was hyper-aware of Earl's proximity.  When he got up to pace, I closed my eyes, and gave up trying to focus.

" What's the matter, Buddy?"  I asked softly.

He ran a hand over his short blonde curls.   " I'm just really feeling wierd about this whole weekend, Rusty!  I mean, I know I should be hauling my ass out of here, telling myself I was drunk and high, and none of this meant anything!"  

I waited patiently for him to go on.   " It's just that .......Well.....I can't get past the fact that I really liked it!   Then to have Nicole think I may be Gay......Well....I'm really freaked!"

I shrugged, " I can't help you here Buddy.   You let us open this particular kettle of fish.   I'm afraid you have to either dive in, or close the box yourself."   At his woebegone look, I added.  " But, I'm willing to sit here and let you vent........ I'm here for you......I can play devil's advocate!"

So we sat there, me at my easel, him alternately pacing the room and flopping on the futon.  After about an hour I reminded him, that if he wasn't staying we'd need to head to the airport.  ( I had decided to take him, rather than him hopping a couple of buses.)   He flopped down on the futon again and sighed.
He sat up
" I know I should get out of your hair.......Put this all behind me.....But...Well.... I rather stay one more night, if the invitation is still open?"   " It is."    " Then, thank you........I don't know about all that stuff about messing around." He waved a hand towards Nicole's note.   " Not a problem!"  I assured him.  I got up to rummage around in a drawer.  Took out a set of spare keys.  

" Here!"  At his confused look I sighed.   " As much as I wish I could spend the whole day with you, I'm afraid I have to pull a shift at the resturant this afternoon and work the bar tonight."  I waved around the apartment.  " No sick pay at my jobs, and I can't afford to miss work!"    

He frowned.  " Maybe I should just head out, if you aren't going to be here.  Doesn't seem to be much point in staying."   I shrugged, then waved towards the door.  " We are only about ten blocks from downtown, I'm sure yoiu could find things to do."  Then I grinned evilly, waved towards the dvds.  " Or you could continue your educational viewing.   There's several Gay and Bi dvds in there!"
I pointed at the pipe and baggy on the coffee table.   " Feel free to watch and mellow out!"  I held up a finger," But if you want a ride to the airport, we gotta get going!"

To shorten the story at this point, He opted to stay.   Which, I thought was a good sign, that he would probably want to explore this new sexuality a bit further.  I went to work and left him to his own devices.  ( I know, he could have robbed me blind, but isn't that the risk, or worse, whenever you bring a stranger home?"  Besides, I didn't have all that much worth stealing!)  I did invite him to stop at the resturant, saying I'd treat him to supper.

When he showed the girls made a big fuss over him.  If he wanted a chance with a woman that night I'm sure one of the senoritas would have rocked his world. ( there was an awful lot of lingering and gentle brushes of various body parts.  I could tell Earl was eating it up. )
parts.

He declined an invitation to hang at the bar.  Without Nicole to protect him, he was too uncomfortable at being in a Gay bar.   So, after a quick trip home to shower and change, I headed to my second job. leaving him ensconced on the futon.

It was hard keeping my mind on work that night.  I got a lot of flack from my co-workers.  Last call could not arrive fast enough!  I got very knowing looks, when I declined the usual post-work cocktails.  

I could hear the television going as I inserted my key in the door.  I opened it to the sight of Earl, spread over the futon, in his tighties, eyes closed.

I took a moment to appreciate the view of his big hard hairy body, as I dumped my backpack against the wall.  

At the thump, Earl stirred, caught me staring and gave me a sleepy smile.   " OH....Good, you're back!"  He sat up, making room for me on the futon.  I flopped unto the available space and feigning weariness,  rested my head , eyes closed, against the back.  I let my leg rest against Earl's muscled thigh.

There was a period of silence.

" I've been thinking all day about what Nicole said in the letter."  " Hmmmmm.....and?"    " And......Well....umm....I decided she was probably kind of right."   "  Hmmm......She would be glad to hear that........She loves knowing she's right......Usually comes pretty close to always being right!"  We both laughed softly.

I, then, felt Earl's big paw, begin to caress my leg, where it rested against his thigh.  I opened my eyes and turned to look.  He was staring straight ahead.  Face and upper body blushing.

He cleared his throat.   " So.....I...ummm....was wondering.....?"   " Hmmmm?"   " Do you think maybe we could try messing around together tonight?.....Just to see if she really is right and ....I'm BI or whatever ?"  

I nodded and then stood up.  Earl startled by my sudden movement started to jump up too, but I waved him back into his seat.   I walked into the kitchenette and pulled out a bottle of brandy and some 7-UP.   I dumped some ice in two good sized glasses and poured a generous hit of booze, mixed in some soda and carried then both back to the futon.

" I think this might help take some of your nerves away."    I then sat and began to pack my pipe, another sure way to bring nerves down.   I sat then and made some small talk, as we drank and smoked a bit, until I could see Earl visibly relax a bit.  Although, I really just wanted to jump in and take him right there, I knew I would have to go slow.

Then, I adjusted myself on the futon, until my legs were up between Earl and I.   I rested my feet in his lap.  Earl stiffened a moment, then relaxed.  Soon he was gently massaging my leg.  So far so good, He wasn't drawing away from me.

" So, Earl, how do you want to do this tonight?"  At his blank look, I continued.  " Do you want to go for the full on Gay experience, or just fuck and be done?"  I qualified.

" Full on Gay experience?......What do you mean by that?"  He asked.

I waved a hand nonchalantly.  " Full on , as in, do you want a me to make love to you or do you just want me to stick my cock up inside you again?"  I grinned cheekily.  " Either one totally works for me!"

" I guess, if I want to know if I'm Gay, It would have to be full on.......I suppose that means kissing and such, right?"  At my nod, he closed his eyes and swallowed hard.  He let out a trembling sigh. " Okay....Full on, then."   A pause.  " So what do we do first?"

" First, my friend, to make sure it's what you can handle, I want you to kiss me, right on the lips!"   I thought he was going to back out as I watched him bite his lip hard and almost cringe away.  Then as I watched him steel his resolve, I almost ruined it all by laughing out loud.  He looked like he was girding himself to do something painful.

He put my feet down, and scooted as close as he could.  As he leaned toward me I met him partway.  His eyes were scrunched closed, I kept mine open.  Finally he gave my lips a light quick peck.  As he began to lean back I reached up and caught his face.

His eyes flew open in startlement, and met my frown in consternation.  " Is that the way you kiss a woman you plan on having sex with?"  I grumbled.  He shook his head in my hands.  " If you really want to do this, Kiss me like you mean it!"  

A fierce look of determination over took Earl's face.  He leaned back in and gave me a longer kiss.  He tried to draw back again.  I held his face close.  " Not good enough, Marine......Let's have some tongue here and a bit of passion!"   Earl brought his lips back to mine and finally gave me a real hot long tongue swirling kiss.  He had been holding his body away from mine, now he melted into it.  I let go of his face and began running my hands across his broad back.  With each stroke, I got closer to his big butt.  I could feel his hot skin through my shirt, and the hardness of his cock through my jeans and his tighties.

Something came over Earl , and even as he kept kissing me, he began to fumble with my tee.  Our liplock barely broke, as he yanked my shirt over my head.  Then hairy chest to hairy chest he resumed mauling my lips.  For my part, I kept running my hands over the  bare skin of his back.  I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his briefs, to be rewarded with a moan against my mouth.

Suddenly, Earl's hand were everywhere, even though he never broke the kiss.   They were running through the thick red hair on my chest.  Down my hairy arms.  Across my flat, hairy belly.

Then he was fumbling with the buckle on my belt, then the buttons of my 501's.  He reached in to my fly to free my hard cock .

Stroking the foreskin over the head, he reared away.  He looked at the fat stick in his hand and licked his lips.  I held my breath, wondering if he would take the next step on his own, or if I would have to tell him what I wanted .

Then he was kneeling back and tugging at my jeans.  I helped him by lifting my butt up, then my jeans were down.  He fumbled off my boots, left on the socks, and dragged my jeans the rest of the way off.  Then he was laying on my body again as his mouth eagerly sought mine.  His cotton clad boner, slid against mine, as his hands began to explore again.

Then he was sliding down my body, sucking and kissing as he went.  He turned his face towards my cock, used his free hand to slowly pull the foreskin down.  He stroked up and down a few times, seemingly mesmerized by the purple head appearing and disappearing beneath the skin.   I saw his tongue slip out to lick his lips.  Then his mouth was over the head of my cock!.

It was almost a shock, considering how reluctant he'd been with Nicole here.  Made me think, had Nicole been  an obstacle to what Earl really wanted.

He began to energetically suck and bob on my fat cock, trying to cram as much in his face as possible.  Even though he was gagging, he kept trying to swallow it down.  (Yoo-Rah!)

I watched in fascination, as my dick kept disappearing, the reappearing into his handsome rugged face.  Somehow he either instinctively knew to avoid teeth, or he had done this before.  It sure  felt great.

Finally, I pushed him away.  Startled he looked at me like a child deprived of a toy.  I twisted around until I had us in a 69 position.  I pulled his hard four inches from his fly and began to suck.  Earl sighed for a moment, then he attacked my bigger dick with fervor.  As for me as I took him down to the fabric, I began to massage the big white globes of his ass.  I pulled up on the fabric, causing it to disappear deep in his crack.  I released a hand to massage his hole through the white cotton.

It was an incredible feeling, when he groaned around my cock.  It was almost enough to set me off.  Quickly, I reached between us to pull myself from his mouth.  He whimpered a little, but didn't stop me.

" Sit up, Buddy!"  I ordered.  When he was kneeling over me, his big ass over my face, I began to tongue his crack through his underwear.  Earl's breath began to accelerate, and soon he was grinding his butt on my face.  I Loved it!  

But Earl wanted more.He jumped up, lost his tighties, and was kneeling over my face again.  Now his big blonde haired ass was gloriouly bare.  He reached back with those massive mitts and pried his cheeks apart.  Taking the hint, I arched up and began to tongue his pink pucker!  Earl moaned and writhed around on my face.  I slurped and slathered his hole, trying to force the tip inside him.   Earl began making all kinds of hisses, gutteral gasps and incoherent sounds.

Suddenly, he lifted himself off of me and twisted his big body around until he was straddling my legs.  I could see a wild glazed look in his eyes, as he fumbled a condom off the table.  His hands were shaking as he sheathed my fat seven inches.  Instead of grabbing the lube, he let a big glop of saliva, drop over the head on my now sheathed dick.

He slid his body up until it cleared my cock.   He grabbed the bottle of juice off the table, uncapped it and took a deep inhale.  He reached behind him, and once again grasped my stick, guiding the head to his hole.  When it was braced against his pucker, he took another hit, and handed me the bottle.

Once the juice hit his brain, he began to squrim around on my cock.  I could feel him begin to open up around the tip of the head.  I took my own long hit and handed the bottle back.  I could feel the lips of his ass open a bit further.  He took another hit, and suddenly he opened enough for the head to pop through.

Earl gasped and stilled.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his tight asslips, stretched around the top of my shaft.  He was so tight, it actually hurt, but oh, such a good pain!

I heard another inhale, and soon Earl was slowly sinking down on my cock, hissing in satisfaction as it filled and stretched him.  He moaned when the second wide part breached his hole.

Then he was all of the way down, his ass cheeks firmly pressed into my pubic hair.

I opened my eyes then to look at his face.  Earl's head was thrown back, his jaw tight, his eyes screwed shut.  His breath was coming deep and fast, his big hairy chest heaving.  I could not tell, if he was in a great deal of pain or just intensely focused on the feeling of my dick filling him.  I looked down to his fat shorty and saw a bead of fluid bubble up from the slit.

Earl took another long draw on the bottle, opened his eyes and looked down at my face.  Then he began to squirm around, making my cock stir his insides.  He groaned at one point, the point where I assume my cock slid across his prostate.  He squrimed a bit more energetically, looking to find that feeling again.

Soon, he had located that place inside him and was twitching around on my dick hitting it time after time.  HIs face was reddened, his breath coming in heaves.  

His guts felt so incredible, encasing my cock.  My eyes were mesmerized ,by this big man ,dancing on my fuckpole!  I arched my hips down into the mattress, withdrawing a little from inside him.  

Earl's eyes flew open and he stared wildly down at my face.   Then I gave a short jab up inside him, trying to remember where his joy button was.  I must have succeeded, because Earl gave out a low deep growl!

Earl went a bit crazy then.  He began lifting himeself up and down.  each movement, longer until, he was pulling almost out then slamming back down.  

As my dick slid over his prostate, Earl began to swear.  A litnany of " Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, God Fucking Damn!" and grunts of Oh's, Ahs, and MMMMs! spewed from his clenched jaw.

Unable to hold back, when he reached the top of my cock, I began to pump up inside him.  I began to order him to ride me hard.  He was begging me to fuck him hard.

He was riding me so hard his fat dick was bobbing up and down wildly.  The motion must have stimulated his cock, because suddenly he let out a wild yell, and drove himself down hard on my dick.   Strings of pearled cum, flew to land on my face, my neck and hairy chest.

The hard clenching of his gut around my pole, soon had me grabbing his hips, slamming him down , jamming up inside him and blasting my load inside the condom buried in him.

After a bit, he sighed and slumped backward against the armrest.  I was treated to the sight the head of my cock still inside of his spasming hole.  It was a beautiful sight.  Then he lifted his hips, letting me pop free, giving me a glimpse of his open hole, then he collapsed, his legs still over mine.

We lay there for some time, legs entwined, chests heaving, open mouths gasping.

Then Earl smiled shyly at me.   He reached between us to stroke my latex covered cock,  intending I suppose, to pull the condom off .   His eyes got round as my deflating cock began to fill out once more.  He continued stroking it erect, and reached with his free hand to play finger his well poled hole.  I must have looked shocked, because he let loose a deep soft chuckle.

I just shook my head and muttered about a kid in the candy store.  Seems my Marine pal hadn't got enough.   I licked my lips as he slipped his big finger inside himself.   If anything my cock got harder.  His breath got harder as he rummaged around inside his hole.  A soft gasp told me when he found his prostate.  I fumbled around, found the popper bottle and held it under his nose.
He inhaled deeply.  I wet my own finger in my mouth as I waited for the fumes to hit his brain.  When I judged it right, I slipped one of my narrower digits in alongside his broader one.  I tried to match his strokes as we slipped in and out of his asslips in tandem.

Judging his hole relaxed enough, I slipped another finger in.  He jerked his own finger out and  spread his legs wider, pushing one of mine off the futon.  

I began stroking faster,  Earl threw his other leg over the back of the futon giving me better access to his now well loosened hole..     Then I switched tactics.  I reached in with both fingers and began to specifically massage his prostate gland.  Earl began to writhe his ass around, his body sweating and trembling.  My massaging fingers were rewarded as a big gush of cum oozed from his penis hole.  I worked his hole until I thought he was near to cumming.

Then slipped my fingers from inside him.

I grinned at his groan of disappointment,  Since my cock was still sheathed, I quickly moved up between his spread legs.  I grabbed the leg that lay over the back of the futon.  I pushed it towards his chest until his hole was angled up.  I lined my hard cock up with his hole.

Then sank inside him all of the way to my pubes.

He was open and ready,  I just knew I had no need to be gentle with him.  Grabbing his thick ankles. I hoisted that big body, my lust giving me the strength, and began to slowly move in and out in long strokes.  

Earl threw his head back and began to moan and beg.  " Oh God, FUUUUCK  Meee!  I kept my strokes long and slow.  I was enjoying the feeling of his hot gut surrounding my happy cock!  His whole body was flushed and beginning to sweat again.  I leaned forward, pushing my dick as deep into him as it would go as I used my body to push his ass in the air.  Then I leaned in and begin to kiss him him hard and long.  When his lips opened for my tongue,  I arched my hips to pull out of his hot ass.  He moaned into my mouth.

Then I began short rapid jabs into his open hole, concentrating with one part of my mind, on his gasps and groans, to make sure my rapid little jabs were hitting his joy bud.  

At this point the big tough Marine practically turned into a screamer.  He moaned loud pleas to Me, God and possibly the Devil,  to fuck him, and do it hard!

The look of loss in his face, when I suddenly pulled out of his hole and leaned back, almost made me grin.  

Then I heaved him over.

He fell on the floor on his knees.  I was right behind him and buried my cock in his  opened ass as far as I could in one fast lunge.

Earl screamed out in surprise.

I grabbed his hips and began to plow into him, alternating, long fast strokes with short rabbit punches.

Earl soon was pushing back to meet me, his litany of demands, gasping out between gasps and moans.

Having cum once, I wasn't going to spill soon.  I was determined that no matter what, the big Marine I was drilling wasn't going to forget this fuck any time soon.   I fucked him with an uncharacteristic savagery.  

Earl had stopped pushing back, bracing himself against the onslaught of my furious assault.  He urged me on with loud pleas, taking the onslaught like a pro.

Finally, after what seemed hours of pumping I could feel my balls start to churn.  I reached around Earl to clutch his fat cock and begin working it.

Then I was pouring more cum into the condom pummeling his hole.  The short uncontrolled jabs into him, must have hit his node everytime, as I felt his body go rigid and cum began coating my hand.

We froze there for a time, sweaty , heaving bodies joined by my still hard cock in his ass.  Then Earl used his strength to lower us both to the floor.  I lay spread out over his big sweaty body as we both gasped for air.  Earl gave a long groan as my softening cock began to slip from his well pumped hole.  One side of his face pressed into the rug, he gave me a one eyed glance.  I smiled, then brought my cum covered hand to my mouth and began to lick himself off it.  I kept eye contact, cleaning every bit of him, off.  He almost regarded my hand in horror.  I just grinned.

" Now you will always be a part of me"  I smirked.  " The big Marine who went to an Irish Pub, to soothe his sorrow, and ended up having both his boundaries and his ass stretched, by the guy in the corner and a girl with a silicone dick!"

I felt his body begin to shake under me, then was reward by a big hearty guffaw.

And damn if his big body moving under me didn't make my twice deflated cock start to go hard all over again!

Readers.  I am going to end on that note.    Earl and I managed to stretch his ass a couple more times before I hauled him to the Airport.   He called me a couple of times, before and after, he shipped out.  I never knew if he contacted Nicole, and she'd never tell me, unless Earl told her to.   He left Nicole's dong and I secreted it way as memoriabilia.   Sadly, although we did try to hook up again, it just never worked out.   I like to imagine he found some other Marine to keep his sweet ass opened up.  Oh and the prints of the drawings I did of Earl sold out twice.  

Love Rusty.