Marty Stine had always marched to the beat of his own drum. Even as a little boy he wasn't overly influenced by others and as he got older he made it a point not to. Even in grade school, others seemed to naturally follow him. By high school he decided he liked being the lead dog. From the beginning it was nothing he did on purpose; it was just the way it was. In high school he was respected, admired, envied, feared by some who didn't know him, wanted, and lusted after more than a boy his age ought to have been.

It didn't hurt that he was built like the proverbial brick outhouse. Guys joked that he had muscles in his shit. He probably did; he had muscles where other guys didn't even know they were supposed to have muscles. He was aware of his physical attributes but he didn't use them detrimentally to his advantage or to anyone else's disadvantage.

He was a jock with an independent nature. He didn't go out for football, baseball or basketball; they were all too team-oriented. Instead, he wrestled because it pitted one man against the other, not depending on anyone but yourself. He was all-state in his weight class his freshman, sophomore and junior years. He joined the swim team, not with any great expectations of being an outstanding swimmer; he just liked to swim and it was a good way to be in the water, often times during school hours. And he played rugby. He was built for it. It was a new sport at the school and he excelled. Despite his athletic prowess he was rather quiet, even stand offish some would say, but smart, made good grades, a deep thinker.

He acquired an unearned reputation as a stud, something that he didn't bother to deny. He could have been the promiscuous stud he was thought to be--he knew sex was there, around every corner--but it was enough, just knowing it. His first fuck, in fact, was a young substitute teacher named Miss Meyer the early part of his senior year. He was irritated when she kept calling on him till he took note of the way she kept looking at him--like every time he looked up, his eyes met hers--and how she smiled when she called on him. He was no dummy. He didn't give it a snowballs' chance, but nothing ventured, nothing gained; and stranger things had happened. You read all the time about teachers seducing their students, and a lot younger than him. As class was letting out one day and everyone was filing out of the room he lingered back, hopefully without it being noticeable. He thought she noticed, though, as he was going by her desk.

"Marty, I must commend you on your conduct in class, how you stepped up to the plate with every question I threw at you. I had my doubts; you seemed so quiet and even withdrawn."

"I am quiet; I learn more by listening than talking. I guess I have to be drawn out."

"Well, it was a pleasure. I hope I can draw you out again," she said.

It was the damnedest thing to say, and Marty came back with yet another response that surprised them both.

"You can draw me out anytime you want, Miss Meyer, the pleasure would be all mine." He couldn't believe he said it and he froze inside the minute the words were out of his mouth. Shit where did that come from! He was going to get in trouble for sure, probably be suspended.

But Miss Meyers just reared back a little with a shocked smile and said, "Why Marty!"

He quickly slowed his pace. Not a chance, a little voice kept telling him, but she wasn't mad....maybe....just maybe. He paused at the door, still looking over his shoulder at her and smiling. Her smile was still there, too, now with a little nervous twitch.

"Why don't you close the door, Marty, if you're not in any hurry," she said in a shaky voice.

He peered cautiously out the door into the hallway and saw the last of the other kids going down the stairs. He closed the door.

"It doesn't lock," he said.

"We're on the third floor, that was last period....unless you have to be someplace."

"I don't have to be anyplace." With his newfound confidence he took charge. Being the guy, he thought he should, even though she was a teacher. When she stood up from her chair he took her by her tiny waist and eased her back against the desk and wedged his right leg between her legs as he reached for his belt. He pressed his thigh hard into her crotch and felt her pressure back, along with a little moan. With his belt undone he ran both hands up her legs, bringing her skirt with them. He fumbled under the material till he found her bare thighs. He moved his hands up the inside of thighs till he found what he felt was a thong. He felt the moist warmth with one hand and undid the buttons of his fly with the other.

"We can't be long," she whispered nervously.

"I may not finish, then," he said. "But that's okay," he added as he pulled the waistband of his shorts down under his balls. His cock swung free, throbbing anxiously.

"You've done this before," she said.

"No, actually, I haven't," he said.

"I can't believe you're a virgin."

He put an arm around her shoulders and eased her back across the desk, pulling her skirt up with his other hand. She lifted her legs and wrapped them round his butt. He pulled the thong aside to expose her pussy to his cock. She reached down to guide him but he pushed her hand away, but not before she got a quick feel of him.

"Ohh, my godd!" she whimpered.

"I'll go easy," he said.

And he was as he entered her and he was gentle at first but as he gauged her responsiveness it turned hard and passionate. He fucked her sprawled across her desk. He fucked her standing, bent over her desk, and in her chair where she rode him. She choked down her outcries the whole time. At one point he pulled off her thong, not to get it out of the way; he intended to keep it. He was a little worried when he shot his load in her but she didn't seem to be concerned.

He stayed in her for a long moment till she calmed down and wasn't making so much noise then he eased his cock out of her.

"Could you get the tissues out of my desk drawer before I stand up?"

He found the box of tissues, jerked out a handful and handed them to her.

She stuffed them between her legs before she stood up. He steadied her on her feet then pulled his shorts and jeans up. He stayed a moment longer to make sure she was all right then he left.

He never told a soul about him and Miss Meyer and they never did it again.

His didn't wrestle his senior year. His coach was upset; they needed him, and didn't he want to letter all four years. Adding another letter to his athletic jacket, already laden with letters and medals, was not high on Marty's priority list. He was thinking way ahead of sports awards. He dropped the swim team too but convinced the coach to let him continue using the pool during his free periods.

His grades were good enough that he pushed to get his diploma early. The principal brought in a counselor and his wrestling coach to try to talk him out of leaving school early.

"I'm going into the marines," Marty told them.

"That's admirable. I'm proud of you for that, but finish school first," the principal said.

"I have finished school," he said.

"I mean finish out the year with your friends. There's time for the Marines."

"High school doesn't seem so important anymore. I want to get on with my life," he told them.

"Well, you always did march to the beat of a different drummer," his coach said. "You'll make a good Marine."

"Yes, I will," he said. He looked at the counselor and the principal. They hadn't produced his diploma yet. When they didn't say anything, he said, "I can do it without a diploma if you don't want to give it to me. I can go out to the college tomorrow and ace my GED, they'll take that in lieu of a diploma."

The principal sighed and folded his hands over his stomach. "Well, if you're that determined....." He stood up and opened his desk drawer. "I didn't think we could talk you out of it. Here, and congratulations," he said as he put out his hand and handed Marty his diploma.

He left school that very day without fanfare. Almost. He had to go to the locker room to clear out his locker. There wasn't much in it of any value; a dirty towel, a clean one, an old pair of sneakers that should have been tossed, which he did, some mismatched socks, a couple of condoms, his unwashed, well-worn jockstrap, a T-shirt and a sweatshirt.

He had just landed the sneakers in the trash can from across the room when Ryan Beher came in with his gym bag.

"What're you doing?" he asked as he took the sneakers out of the trash can.

"Cleaning out my locker."

"How come?"

"It needed to be cleaned out," he said as he stuffed everything from the bottom of the locker into his gym bag. Then he began packing up the stuff from the top shelf.

Ryan came over and peered in. "What're you getting rid of? Hey, you're not pitching the condoms are you?"

"They're probably outdated, they've been in there for so long."

Ryan laughed. "How could they be outdated? Shit, condoms never had a chance to cool down from you buying them."

"Yeah, but I never got a chance to use these, couldn't get any of the cheerleaders to come into the locker room, and you wouldn't put out," he said jokingly. "Here, maybe you'll have better luck than I did." He tossed the condoms to Ryan.

Ryan snatched them out of the air. "You're not throwing your jockstrap away."

"I'm done with it. I came in here as a freshman with it. It served me well."

"Man, you ought to retire it, give it a ceremony."

"And how would I do that?" Marty scoffed, laughing.

"Can I have it?"

Marty paused with the garment in his hand, about to toss it in the trash can.

"What the fuck do you want with my old worn-out jockstrap? Fuck, man, I don't think it's ever been washed."

"It might sound weird, but I would be honored to wear it."

Marty was shaking his head in disbelief as he hefted the jock in his hand, as if he was pondering whether to give it to Ryan. "What the hell......." He started to hand it to him but drew his hand back. "Want me to autograph it for you?" he joked.

"Would you? That'd be neat as hell," Ryan said excitedly as he took a pen out of his pocket and handed it to him. "But on the inside of the band so nobody sees it."

Marty laughed, still shaking his head as he took the pen. He was kidding, for chrissakes. He straddled the bench and spread the jockstrap out flat and carefully inscribed his name in the material.

"You are one weird, fucked up dude," he said, handing the pen back along with the jockstrap. "But then, what the hell, you're only a junior," he said jokingly.

"I'm almost the same age as you, eighteen," Ryan said. "I just got held back a year, that's all."

Just then they were interrupted by the crackling sound of the PA system. "Gentlemen, ladies, I wish to make an important announcement. One of our own, Marty Stine, is leaving school as I speak, to join the Marines. It is with great pride that we wish him the best of luck, and come back and see us, Marty."

Ryan's face lit up with surprise. "You're going in the Marines! That's awesome!"

"Not awesome enough to make a big fuss and announce it over the PA," Marty drawled.

"Listen, Marty, I know I'm only a junior, and we've never hung out or anything, and I don't have any right asking a senior this, but.....I'm really proud you're going in the Marines....I wonder if you'd like to come over to my house and I'll sneak us some beers to celebrate."

Marty was taken aback, and curious that Ryan seemed so excited and nervous. "That'd be great but just going in, I don't see that's anything to celebrate. I mean, I'm not a Marine yet. Celebration oughta wait till I am a Marine."

"Yes, of course, you're right. I understand," Ryan said nervously. "When you come back from basic training, then, maybe......"

"Yeah, we'll celebrate then," Marty said. "And thanks for the offer."

He swung by the office to turn in his lock. He unceremoniously laid it on the counter. The secretary smiled and wished him luck. He was walking down the quiet, empty hallway, smiling, when there was suddenly a commotion that seemed to rock the building from every classroom; the dull roar of students whooping and yelling and applauding and wishing him well. He slipped quietly out a side door and walked to his pickup.

Basic training was tough, just as he'd been told it would be. Being in such top notch physical shape made it a little easier, but not much. The DIs seemed to push him and a few other well-built guys harder, as if they expected more out of them. Marty gave everything they demanded of him, and more. Some said it would get easier, but it didn't. Eight weeks seemed like twelve months, then there was four more weeks of advanced training, and it wasn't any easier. He guessed that's why they called it advanced. But through it all there was never a thought entered his head that he would quit or even slack off. He wanted to be a Marine, and he would pay any price.

He graduated on a beautiful day in May. There was no one there to see him graduate; he had not told anyone when it would be. He even pondered not going home on his two weeks leave, but he didn't know where else to go. Besides, a little part of him wanted to go back and show off, maybe even rub a few guys' noses in it.

But he didn't make a show of coming home. He had to wear his uniform home but he changed into civvies when home. It was enough knowing what he had accomplished, and he had enough self-pride in what he had become, a United States Marine, he didn't need reinforcement from others. He didn't go into hiding, he simply went to the places where he had always gone; like school.

By the first hour the school was abuzz with the news that Marty Stine was back from basic training. Everyone was on the lookout for a studly Marine in uniform. He wore old jeans, a jersey and a baseball cap. He had to admit he enjoyed the attention. But he wasn't expecting the curve that Melissa Mitchell threw at him. She invited him to prom.

"I'm not in school anymore," he told her.

"But you could be. You are still a senior to all of us."

He scowled, with a smile. "Prom's next week, I can't believe you don't have a date to prom."

"Oh, I do."

"You're not breaking it on my account," he said sternly.

"He's from another school."

"Doesn't matter. You can't do that to the guy. No, I respectfully decline."

"I can get you a date, then."

"No, I don't think so."

"Then come stag. Some of the boys are. You'll still have a good time, you can dance with every girl there."

"I'll think about it."

"Wear your uniform."

"I'll think about it. Don't go telling everyone I'll be there. I may not be."

Prom night came and he was there. He didn't know why. It seemed juvenile, somehow; sophomoric, unimportant. But he was there, in uniform, as requested. He entered the gym, side stepping the floral garland archway at the entrance, and slipped into the shadows along the side of the gym. He felt both safe and out of place. A moment later someone spied him and was coming toward him. Closer, he could make out Ryan Beher, with drinks in hand.

"Hey, dude," he said handing him a drink.

"Hey, Ryan. This better be the good stuff."

"It is."

They raised the glasses in a salute.

"Feeling out of place?" Ryan asked after they'd sipped their drinks.

"A little."

"You look out of place. And I don't mean that in a derogatory way. You look fuckin' awesome. You always did, but that uniform.....Fuck!'re going to need a bodyguard tonight."

"I don't know how long I'm going to stay. I don't know why I came, really. I let Melissa talk me into it. I'll just stay in the shadows."

"We'll see how that works out for you, once people start noticing you're here and word gets around. Girls are going to be dropping their dates like hot potatoes to dance with you."

"Not once they see what a terrible dancer I am," he said, laughing.

"They don't give a fuck about that, they just want to rub themselves up against you in that uniform."

"Okay, we can do that," he said, smiling.

Melissa was the next to find him. She didn't say anything, just walked up with a smile and took his hand and guided his drink to her lips.

"It's the good stuff," he warned.

"I only drink the good stuff," she said. "My Godd, you look hot."

"Well, I guess that's a subtle way of putting it," he said, laughing.

"Was I ever subtle?"

"Not that I remember."

Then she put her arms round his neck and hugged herself tight against him. "It's good to see you Marty."

"It's good to.....feel you," he said, laughing.

"Since we're in this position, why don't we dance?" she said.

"You won't like it; it's not a pretty sight" he said.

"We'll do it right here, then," she said as she began swaying in time with the music. "And if I don't like it, we can leave and find something to do that we both like."

They moved around in a space about four feet square but it couldn't be called dancing. He was moving with her; it was more like they were making out.

"Would it hurt your feelings if I said you can't dance?" she said.

"Told you, you wouldn't like it."

"I didn't say I didn't like it," she said gyrating against him. "You've picked up some weight."

"Some. Marine chow. I'm up to 204 now."

"You're solid as a rock. But you always were," she said.

"The Marines can do that to a guy."

"Am I going to get to know where the Marines put those extra pounds, or is that a military secret?"

"I think we're not dancing, Melissa. I think we're making out," he said.

"No, making out would be feeling those two hundred and four solid pounds, bare and bearing down on me."

"You're here with a date, aren't you?"

"Yes, but he's dancing with someone else. We could slip out, he wouldn't miss me."

"If you're expecting me to do the honorable thing and say no, don't count too much on that."

"I'm expecting you to do your duty. Aren't Marines supposed to dig in and establish beachheads or something? Isn't that how you earn your honor?"

"Look, I'm willing, but I don't want to tangle with your boyfriend and cause a scene."

"My boyfriend, who isn't really my boyfriend, isn't fool enough to tangle with a Marine."

"I didn't know you were such a slut, Melissa," he said with his killer smile and he said it in a friendly-fun tone.

"You weren't paying attention in school."

"Do you want to leave?" he asked.

"I thought you would never ask."

She led them out the side door without fanfare. He led her to his truck and helped her in the passenger side then got in on his side.

"How come we never dated?" he asked as he drove out of the parking lot.

"You never asked me. I must be the only girl in school you never had sex with."

He chuckled. "What makes you think I had sex with every girl in school?"


"Mostly lies," he said. "I just never bothered to squelch the rumors. I never had sex in high school, except one time."

"That's hard to believe. Everybody said you were made for sex."

"I'll let you in on a little secret. First and ONLY time I had sex was the start of my senior year, and it wasn't with any of the girls. It was a teacher."

Melissa's mouth flew open with a gasp. "A teacher!! Who?"

"I'll never tell, it wouldn't be fair."

"Who were you saving yourself for?"

"Not bragging, but I knew I could have sex with about any girl I wanted, any time I wanted. Just knowing was enough. And the anticipation was good."

"It's safe to assume you've made up for lost time since you joined the Marines."

"Not really. I've had my share I guess. But I never figured I lost any time. I know it's out there and I've got the rest of my life."

"But think of all the girls you've deprived." She looked around and saw they were slowing, approaching an entrance to a field. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Someplace I'll bet you've never been before. To a farm where I used to work summers." He turned in and got out to open the gate. He got back in and drove through and closed the gate. "The farmer said I could come here anytime I want." He drove down the lane alongside a fence with only the moon lighting the way, till he came to a clump of trees beside a creek.

"Have you brought many girls here?"

He answered simply, "No." He turned off the engine and turned in the seat as he unbuttoned several buttons of his uniform jacket. He opened the door and stepped out, noting her curious smile. "Can't take a chance on getting my uniform messed up," he said, shrugging off his jacket. He laid it carefully over the tool chest across the back of the truck bed and reached for his belt as he stepped out of his shoes.

Melissa said nothing, she just sat there watching him strip down to his shorts and T-shirt that seemed to gleam in the moonlight against his tanned muscles. He went round the truck and opened her door. "You might want to get out of your prom dress. I'll help you," he said, taking her hand to help her down out of the truck.

She was smiling. "I've never had a boy be so bold," she said.

"Then you've never had a Marine."

He helped her off with the dress and laid it over the other side of the seat and steering wheel. When he turned back he saw that she was wearing a thong.

"Oh, Geezuss," he murmured, remembering the first thong he'd seen.

"What?" she asked.

"This," he said as he hooked his finger in the strap drawn around her waist.

She smiled and tugged on the waistband of his briefs. "The same could be said of you."

"Not hardly," he said as he pulled her into his arms to kiss her. Her breasts flattened against his lower chest but the bra was in the way. He told her, "This is in the way," and deftly undid it and pulled it from between them.

"Now your shirt is in the way," she said, tugging up.

He raised his arms to let her take it off.

"Only two obstacles left standing in the way of establishing a beach head," he said as he moved his hands down her sides and hooked his thumbs into the strings that held the thong on her hips. "Have you ever had the big O?"

She reared back with surprise. "That's a very personal thing to ask a girl," she said, laughing.

"We are getting very personal here, in case you hadn't noticed. So, have you?"

"No. I only know of one girl who has. My own Mom said she's never experienced it with my father even."

"I've read where most women don't," he said. "You're going to."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Trust me. I know which buttons to push. Promise it's going to happen. Maybe twice if you're up to it."

Her hands were all over him, feeling his muscles. At his waist she drew her hands in and groped his shorts. He gasped, "My God!" when she felt his hard cock.

"That's what I'm going to push the buttons with," he said, pressing himself against her as he probed at her pussy through the thin material of the thong. She was warm and moist down there. He shoved the thong inside her a couple of inches and wriggled his finger around.

"Ohhh....ohh, God, Marty, you don't have to do much....I'm ready."

He shoved his shorts down till they fell to his feet and he stepped out of them. He planted his feet and shoved his upturned cock to push at her pussy through the thong.

"Let me take this off," she whispered.

"No." He stopped her. "I'll do that when I'm ready."

"You're torturing me."

"Maybe." He kept writhing his body against hers.

"Please, Marty, I can't stand this; I've wanted you for so long."

"You have? Can't imagine why, the way you talk I would've had to stand I line," he said, laughing softly.

"You gorgeous asshole, fuck me, dammit!" she blurted, stroking his cock. "You want it as bad as I do, why're you doing this? Do you want me to beg, is that it?"

"No. I want you ready, that's all. Good and ready." He picked her up then and set her in the seat. "Lay back." She laid back on her prom dress and brought her legs up. Marty knew she was expecting him to fuck her but he had a surprise for her. He fingered her for a moment, still through the material of the thong. She was more than wet, she was juicy.

"Have any of your boyfriends ever done this for you?" he asked as he was leaning down.

"Ohh, Goddd!" she moaned, even before his mouth pressed against her pussy. "Oh, my Godd!"

He pressed his open mouth hard against her pussy, licking the wet material with his tongue. He could hear her muffling her moans. He pulled the thong aside and lapped at her bare pussy. He found her clit with his tongue and licked it hard. She muffled a scream. He didn't know where it was all coming from, he'd never eaten pussy before; never thought he wanted to. But he was doing it now, with a purpose. Melissa said she'd never had the big O. He was determined that she would never have say that again. She was on a rollercoaster; he brought her to the edge over and over again, bringing her down, pushing her to the brink, bringing her down again.

"Okay, we're not coming back from this one," he warned as he buried his face in her pussy again. He licked and nipped her clit with his lips. She went nuts, flinging her arms out to hold onto the dashboard and the back of the seat and when she did that her cries could be heard across the county. He quickly clamped one hand over her mouth just as she locked her thighs around his head. If he didn't have such a strong thick neck from wrestling she might've snapped his neck.

When she had it he thought for a moment that she'd passed out. But he kept licking and she came back to life. He devoured her pussy till she was begging him to stop. Then he straightened, cock in hand, and guided it into the slick, waiting orifice. She cried out again as his thick fuck meat filled her. When he was all the way in she rose up and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and tried to ride him. He stepped back from the truck seat with her ass in his hands and let her ride, as he walked around. Her second big O came only a few minutes later. She bit into his shoulder to stifle her outcries. Then she became dead weight. He walked around to the back of the truck and put down the tailgate and laid her across it. He extracted his cock and lay beside her. It was a long time before either of them said anything.

"My God, I've never had anything like that happen to me before," she said finally, her voice barely audible.

"I wanted to make sure of that," Marty said.

"Where did you learn to do that!"

"That was impromptu on-the-job training," he said. "Do you want to get back?"

"I don't know if I can stand, let alone walk" she said.

"I'll help you. I think you really should get back to your boyfriend."

She laughed. "He thinks he's such a stud."

"Well, a stud is as a stud thinks," Marty said.

He got dressed and helped her get dressed and they headed back to the school. She never noticed that he hadn't gotten off. He helped her slip into the girls' restroom to straighten her hair. Then he escorted her back to her boyfriend. The guy looked surprised but not too put out.

"I apologize for stealing her away from you but I needed a little time alone with her, as old friends," Marty said.

"Any friend of Melissa's is a friend of mine," he said, putting out his hand. "Especially a Marine friend."

Marty noticed the handshake was a second or two too long for his comfort zone, and he thought he felt a slight rubbing of fingers across his palm as their hands parted.

By that time word had gotten around that Marty was back and there was no hiding. There was a constant stream of girls wanting to dance with him, as well as boys coming to greet and talk with him. Gradually he started having fun. If not for the uniform, it felt like he could've been back in high school. But the uniform was a strong attraction, and it soon began to wear thin.

He was glad when Ryan found him again, again with a drink.

"How's that working out for you, staying hidden in the shadows?" he asked, laughing.

"Is that offer still open, to get mem out of here?" Marty asked. There hadn't been any offer.

"Finish your drink, we're out of here," Ryan said.

Marty downed his drink and started to go to the exit but Ryan steered him the other way.

"Where're we going?"

"To the locker room."

Marty followed him around to the locker room. He was surprised it was even unlocked. They went inside and Ryan slid the bolt to secure the door.

"Hey, my locker's still standing empty," Marty noticed.

"Nobody's been deemed worthy enough to take it," Ryan said.

"It's a locker," Marty said.

"No, it's Marty Stine's locker."

Marty shook his head.

"So, you know why I brought you down here," Ryan said as he was unlocking his locker. "Remember we said we would celebrate when you become a Marine. Well, you're a Marine now."

"But why here? The gym's full of people."

"Yeah, it adds a certain touch of risk," Ryan said as he took a bottle from his locker, uncapped it and took a healthy drink. He handed the bottle to Marty and while he was taking a drink, Ryan removed his hat from his head and set it on top of his locker. "Give me your uniform, I'll hang it up for you," he said.

Marty unbuttoned his tunic and shrugged it off his broad shoulders. His upper body was near bursting out of the white T-shirt he wore underneath.

"Fuck, man, you've put on some muscle," Ryan said as he hung the tunic in his locker.

Marty stepped out of his shoes then undid his belt. He started when Ryan reached out to unzip his pants for him but then he relaxed and let him.

"I always thought you might go for this, when you asked me for my old jockstrap," he said.

"I always hoped you would but I never had the guts to find out," Ryan said. He helped take his pants off and hung them up then knelt down to remove his socks. Marty stood in his white T-shirt and tiny white briefs. "Fuck," Ryan whispered as he admired the big Marine for a long moment. "You look so hot right now I almost hate to disturb the image. But I want you totally naked."

Marty laughed. Ryan tugged the T-shirt up and Marty raised his arms for him to pull it off.

"You ever do anything like this in basic?" Ryan asked.

"No. I've never done anything with another guy, period," Marty replied.

"Then I'm gonna get your virginity, in a way," Ryan said.

"Not in that way," Marty said.

"I wouldn't expect to. That's something you save for a very special guy that comes into your life."

"That special guy's not out there," Marty said.

Ryan was still looking at him, his eyes raking up and down his muscular body. "If you wouldn't allow this, I would be happy just to look at you," he said.

"You're getting embarrassing, Ryan," Marty said. "Are you going to take off my shirt or not?"

"Yeah." He pulled it off and reached in the locker to get Marty's tunic. He held it out for him to put it back on. "I wanta know it's a Marine I'm doing this with," he said.

Marty shrugged the tunic back on, leaving it unbuttoned. Ryan led him over to a wrestling mat and dropped to his knees. He ran his hands up and down his massive thighs as he pressed his face into his shorts. "Godd, I love you so much," he whispered.

"Come on, Ryan," Marty said huskily.

"It's true. I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You can't possibly imagine how excited I am to be here with you like this."

"Well, you're sorta getting me excited too," Marty said.

Ryan mouthed the front of his shorts till Marty stopped him. "Don't get 'em too wet," he said.

Ryan tugged the shorts down and Marty's rubbery cock sprung free, smacking him gently in the face.

"Fuck, do you have to register this as a deadly weapon?" Ryan murmured as he nuzzled his face into his crotch.

"No, but a guy asked me one time if it had its own zip code." He put his hand on Ryan's head then, as if to restrain him. "Listen, you should know, I fucked Melissa just a little while ago."

"That's all right. It makes it all the better, in fact. Did you cum?"

"No. I was too busy making her cum."

"Oh, godd, then you've got all that buildup."

"Yeah....I'll warn you," Marty said. He groaned then when Ryan took his cock in his mouth. "OOHhhhhh! Awwwwhh, fuck!"

Ryan sucked him for a moment then released the slick cock, stroking it, and looked up at Marty. "Bet her pussy didn't feel like this," he said.

"No it didn't. Your mouth is way more alive."

He licked all around the head. "Melissa ever give you head?"

"No. That was the first time we ever had sex."

"Nobody's gonna believe that."

"They don't have to believe it, but it's true. I wasn't the sex hound everybody thought I was. I only fucked one woman in high school before I fucked Melissa tonight."

"No shit! Everybody thought you were getting it every night and twice on Sunday."

"Everybody would be wrong."

"You said woman."


"Let me guess. The neighbor woman? Friend of your Mom?"

"No, it was a teacher."

Ryan's eyes popped and his mouth flew open. "A teacher here?"

"Yeah, but don't ask me who it was."

"God, you're just making this big cock of yours all the more desirable, knowing it's plowed a teacher's pussy. But you've made up for lost time."

Marty had his hand on Ryan's face and he guided him back to his cock. Before he took it again, Ryan said, "Don't cum. I've got other plans first."


It was nearly a half hour and numerous warnings before Ryan relinquished the throbbing meat and got to his feet. He went over to the equipment cage where the tackling dummies were stored. He wrestled one into place against a sled then went back to his locker. He took a jockstrap out and put it around his neck.

"Is that my old jockstrap?" Marty asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Did you think I would part with it? I sleep with it every night like this, with it around my neck." Then he got two pieces of rope out of the locker. He handed them to Marty then went over to the dummy and slipped his arms through the handles on either side.

"I want you to tie my hands, then use the other length of rope around my waist to tie me to the wrestling dummy. Then stuff your jockstrap in my mouth, then I want you to fuck me."

"No fuckin' shit! You wanta take me in the ass?"

"Hard as you wanta give it to me," Ryan said. "Make it rape if you want to."

"Fuck, man, I don't believe this," Marty said as he tied Ryan's hands together on the other side of the tackling dummy.

"Just do it. Make my fantasy real. And when you get ready to cum, I want you to pull out and shoot some on my back and butt then shove back in me and shoot the rest inside me. I wanta carry our semen with me."

"Fuck, Ryan, you're turning me on." He pulled the rope snugly around his waist. "Is that too tight?"

"No. Just right, so I can't get away from you. There's lube in the top of my locker."

Marty lubed up his cock and tossed the lube on the mat then assumed the position behind the younger boy. "This is gonna hurt, isn't it?"

"That's the way it is," Ryan said.

He pushed between the taut buns and felt the head of his cock against the hot, clenching hole. He paused. "Have you ever been fucked before?"


"Aw, man, maybe we shouldn't do this."

"Don't chicken out on me," Ryan said. "I want you to take my virginity. I wanta know you'll have it forever. Christ, Marty, I've been saving it for you. Now, stuff your jock in my mouth and take it."

Marty stuffed the pouch of his jockstrap into the boy's mouth, his cockhead pressing anxiously at the hot virgin portal. Then he took hold of Ryan's hips and pushed forward. He felt some give and the warmth around the head of his cock. Then suddenly he felt some real give and the warmth turned to heat as his cock burst through and slid deeper through the tight sphincter. Ryan moaned loudly and tossed his head back. It was a good thing the jock was stuffed in his mouth.

"We don't have to do this," Marty said.

Ryan groaned louder, shaking his head, and tried to push his butt back onto the intruder but he was too tightly secured around the waist. Marty got his message though, and shoved deeper.

"My Godd!" he moaned softly as his cock was enveloped in the snug, moist heat of the boy's ass like a well fitted glove. He shoved all the way in and pressed his loins against Ryan's butt.

"You okay?" he asked huskily.

Ryan shook his head and moaned and Marty felt his asshole squeezing his cock.

"Okay, I'm gonna fuck you, like you want." He pulled back, slid in again, and set his rhythm. Ryan moaned with satisfaction.

"Godd, I don't believe I'm saying this, but your ass is hotter than Melissa's pussy."

They froze for a moment when they heard a noise at the door. But the door was bolted and Marty resumed his thrusts. He was amazed how Ryan's ass opened up for him. He wouldn't have ever dreamed such a tiny portal could stretch to accommodate his thick cock. It was absolute heaven. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful. He concentrated on holding off. He wanted to last as long as he possibly could and he was sure Ryan wanted that too.

He fucked him for a long time. His legs, despite their size and incredible strength, began to weaken and even tremble. His stomach muscles began to hurt from the strain. Even his butt muscles ached. He was afraid he might crap out. He couldn't allow that, for a Marine not to complete his assigned mission.

"I'm gonna try to get us off," he announced in a husky voice.

Ryan moaned, shaking his head vigorously. Marty took that to mean he was close himself so he ratcheted up the moves. He fucked him hard. Terribly hard, causing the metal frame of the sled to give with each thrust and tap against the equipment cage. Suddenly he felt Ryan's ass going a little crazy; relaxing, then tightening up with a little quiver, then again, and from the incessant groans he assumed he was cumming. He willed his own climax. At the crucial moment he pulled his cock free and aimed it so the first couple of load shot up across Ryan's shoulders and back, then he shoved back in and shot a half dozen more ropes of thick cum into the boy's ass. Ryan was moaning incessantly; it sounded like he was even sobbing, his asshole milking Marty's exploding cock.

Moments later when his legs threatened to give way, Marty began the extraction from the younger boy's ass. His cock hung out thick and huge from being stretched by Ryan's ass trying to hold onto it. It swung heavily against his thigh then lifted out again. It left a wet streak on his leg and when it lifted, more cum dripped to the floor. Even more cum ran out of Ryan's gaping ass and ran down his legs. Fuck, where'd that all come from, Marty wondered. He couldn't remember even shooting so much.

He pulled the jockstrap out of Ryan's mouth to the tune of a loud, groan through a gush of air.

"My Godd!" Ryan explained breathlessly.

"Well, I don't think you're a virgin anymore," Marty said.

"Am I going to have my asshole sewn up?"

Marty pressed his hand against Ryan's butt and easily shoved three fingers up inside him. "Squeeze my fingers," he said. There was very little movement. "Squeeze harder."

"I'm squeezing as hard as I can," Ryan said.

"I don't think there's any damage but I think it's gonna take a while for your ass to close up," Marty said.

"Untie me," Ryan said. When there was no movement behind him, he looked over his shoulder to see Marty putting on his clothes.

"Untie me," he said again.

"No, I think I'll leave you there and unlock the door," Marty said.

"No! You can't do that! You wouldn't do that," Ryan said.

"Might make all your fantasies come true," Marty said. "Think about it, all those hot jocks out there getting all boned up from dancing with their girlfriends. One little hint and they would all be down here taking turns fucking your brains out."

"Godd, that would be awesome, but I can't let it be known that I'm gay," Ryan said.

"Why not? You let me know and look where it got you." He was putting on his T-shirt.

Ryan was thinking that maybe he was serious about leaving him there. "Come on, untie me and let me grab a quick shower," he said, but Marty continued getting dressed. "Come on, Marty, don't do this. You're scaring me. Godd, if they find me here....there are a lot of guys out there from other schools. It'd be all over the county by morning."

Marty calmly finished buttoning up his tunic before he walked over and untied the rope from around Ryan's waist. Then he untied his wrists.

"Thanks. Fuck, you had me scared for a minute. Let me grab a quick shower then we can go back out to the dance.'

"I think I'll slip out the side door. Come bolt the door behind me," Marty said.

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah. All this isn't as important as it once was. I need to be on my way."

Ryan had his towel in one hand, hanging rather sadly at his side, and his shoulders were stooped. "So we say goodbye here," he said quietly.

"Hey, you've been great," Marty said as he walked over and took him in a tight hug.

Ryan choked as he felt the hardness of the man beneath the rough material of his tunic. "I'll never forget this," he said, having to force his words out.

"Hey, fucker, I won't either," Marty said.

"Would you mind if I....kissed you goodbye?" Ryan asked timidly.

Marty reared back, not so much in rejection as he was taken aback by it.

"Please," Ryan said. Marty shrugged and let the boy take his face in his hands. He brushed his lips tenderly across the Marine's mouth then dragged his tongue along the pursed lips. "Godd, I love you so," he whispered. He suddenly felt the man's lips relax and they offered no resistance to his tongue sliding between them.

"Fuck!" Marty gasped around the tongue as he brought his arms up and wrapped them around the naked boy.

Ryan whimpered from the feel of the man's muscular arms holding him so tightly, and his full body pressing against him. He could feel the meaty bulge of his manhood.

"You can fuck me again before you go," he said.

But Marty didn't reply; he was too intent on kissing him back. It was a long, hard and passionate kiss that had them writhing against each other and uttering little whimpering moans of pleasure. Suddenly Marty broke away, holding Ryan out at arms' length.

"Fuck, I can't believe I did that," he said huskily.

"I can't believe it either," Ryan said. "But I will be eternally grateful that you did."

"I'm not gonna forget it anytime soon," Marty said. He stepped back, straightening his tunic. "I wish somebody would explain why this sex with you was better than sex with Melissa or that teacher. I don't think it's supposed to be that way."

Ryan didn't respond to his remark. He was about to cry. "You stay safe, Marine," he said instead.

"Don't worry about me, I'm well trained to take care of myself."

"But I will." Suddenly he turned around and reached in his locker and brought out business card. "Here's my email address. Email me, please, so I'll know you're all right."

"Alright, I'd like hearing from you, too," Marty said. "But don't write anything explicit. Email me first with just ordinary stuff and I can email you back and let you know if it's okay to write about the interesting stuff. It'll depend on if I'm on a secure computer."


Marty brushed his hand down over the front of his trousers. "Okay, I gotta leave before it's too late," he said, laughing.

"My invitation still stands," Ryan said. He flung his arm out in a helpless gesture as he fought down his emotions. "I'm not handling this well. I'm going back to the showers. If you're still here when I come back........"

Marty didn't commit one way or another. He stood watching the younger boy's tight-muscled body and his awesome ass moving down the narrow, dark hallway to the showers. My sperm in is still swimming around in there, he thought. He watched till Ryan's disappeared into the shower room then he turned and walked to the door, tucking the card in his pocket. He slipped out the side door and made his way down the side of the gymnasium to the sounds of the band playing inside. He walked across the street to the parking lot, still holding the card in his hand. He looked back at the place where his formative years had prepared him for this moment then tucked the card in his pocket and climbed into his truck.

The End


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