We’re driving back to Base in silence. Loretta Lynn is singing her heart out on the classic country radio station.
Skip is watching the Carolina scenery zip by, right elbow resting in his open window, left hand over his crotch. It’s still Spring, so not that hot yet. The temperate breeze blowing over my face feels good. I’m trying to concrete on the traffic. Right wrist on top of the steering wheel and left elbow resting in the open window.
I’m repeating to myself: Don’t think about what went down back at the motel - make room for other thoughts, crowd it out. What about that rifle range qualifying shit on Tuesday? Why did we leave all that JD and Budweiser back there? Did I get my dry cleaning? Why did we leave like convicts escaping from Alcatraz?
It’s not working. I’m still tense, almost stiff. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Skip is holding it together like a champ, while I’m being torn apart inside. My guts feel like they’re going through a wringer. My palms are sweaty. My head is aching. I would throw up, but my stomach is empty since we skipped breakfast all together, not even coffee.
I take a furtive glance away from the traffic to look at Skip. ‘Oh shit’ I say to myself. ‘Is that a tear running down his cheek? Oh fuck!’ It is a tear; my best friend is crying silently – his body is rocking forward a little putting a strain on his seat belt. His chin is down and he’s brushing way the errant tear caught on the corner of his lips.
I can’t handle this. I over reacted, simple as that, over reacted. I have to fucking fix this before I lose the best bro I have ever had.
“Skip, let’s stop and get some breakfast and talk this thing over, huh, whatta you say dawg?”
“I’m not that hungry Brad, maybe some coffee?”
“Sure thing, there’s a place right up the road. Think I remember passing an IHOP, then we can talk dude – everything is going to be ok – nothing is going to change. I promise, just a misunderstanding that’s all it was. Just a misunderstanding.”
My mind is on fire, racing to come up with the right thing to say. I’ve hurt him, and I’m bleeding inside. I don’t want to lose him. Don’t want us to go in different directions.
We need each other. We have to stay cemented together, just like we stuck to each other on deployment. I had his back and he had mine.
He said that he loves me. What the fuck is wrong with that? I love him to. Brothers can love each other, and no one thinks anything about that. They can embrace, even kiss, and no one gives it a second thought, so why can’t two dudes do the same thing? Do men have to be blood to love each other?
I see this dude every day. I see him naked as the day he was born and it feels pure as fuck to look and admire the way he’s built. I love his natural manly body, not necessarily a gym worked out bod, but a well taken care of muscled and tight one. You could bounce a quarter off of his hard-gluteal muscles and get back change.
The light reddish blond fur on his pectorals is nearly transparent. His pecs are natural hard slabs formed over his teen-age years of lifting and throwing bales of hay over his head into the loft. That’s what did it.
Skip saw something in me that I could not or would not acknowledge. He looked into my soul and understood who I am. And now I have to deal with it.
We finally leave the highway and pull into the parking lot of the IHOP. We go inside and find a table in a far corner. The teenage waitress drops off the water and menus.
I look up and say: “Two coffees, please.” She nods. Leaves and returns a little later with our coffee.
Skip is trying not to look me square in my eyes. His hands clasped on top of the table.
I reach out and hold both of his hands in mine. I squeeze them, he looks up and begins to smile. I don’t care if everyone in this half-empty restaurant is looking at us, just fucking don’t care. Fuck these Carolina red necks!
There’s a stirring in my crotch that our touching hands has caused, Oh FUCK, I’m getting hard! What the hell. I raise a palm to my forehead and hold it briefly, then drop it back to the table top. I feel my dick stretch down the inside of my left trouser leg, I jerk my hands away from his and re adjust my ass, sliding back a little.
Skip, has that quizzical look he sometimes has when he can’t exactly understand where I’m coming from. That country smile of his is going ear to ear now and his blue eyes are twinkling in the morning sun spilling in from a nearby window. He’s checking out my face as it reddens and my breathing becomes shallow. My heart is beating a mile a minute.
I feel his combat boot kick my cowboy boot under the table making a dull hollow thud. He cocks his head sideways as his face softens into a big grin, that of a young boy discovering that everything he wanted for Christmas is under the tree.
For the first time in my life I’m ready to give my heart and my whole self to another, and this other is not only a man, but a Marine like myself. Comrade in arms
“I know you bro – something is going on in your head – sup man?”
“Nothing, we can talk about it when we get back to Base.”
“Ok, but somethings got those wheels turning, is it about me?’
“It’s about you, but it’s good, no worries, ok?”
“Ok dude, I can wait,”
The waitress returns and takes our order. We both order the special. She brings it in ten or fifteen minutes, and in typical Marine Corps fashion, we squat and gobble as they say, then out the door and back on the road.
We’re driving listening to the same classic country station. Waylon Jennings is twanging away. I’m feeling more relaxed than I have felt in the last twenty-four hours. My guts are untangled and my breathing and heart beat are back to normal. I reach over with my right hand and land it on Skip’s knee causing him to look over at me.
“Skip when we get back to our room, I want you to do what you said back at the motel.”
“What was that bro?”
“You know, what you said.”
“What did I say?”
“You said, you wanted to make love to me – right?”
“Oh yeah, but I thought that’s what started all of this?”
“It did, but I over reacted, just over reacted that’s all.”
“Then you do want me to suck your dick?”
“Maybe.”
“And, what else?”
“We can talk about that later bro.” I reply.
“No, we gotta talk about it now – you gonna give me that beautiful ass dawg?”
“Is that what you want Skip, my ass to fuck?”
“Well, HELL yeah. That would be a good place to start – but I want everything else too, bro.”
“Like what, everything else?”
“Duh, like your dick, your balls, your feet, your ears, your lips, your heart.”
“Ok, ok, I get it, you want the whole package.”
“Fucking better believe it dawg. And all the wrappings including – your jockstrap, your socks, your boots, your cum, your piss. I want it all, and I want to rope you up like I did those runaway dogies back at the ranch.”
“Dude, I’ve never been tied up before, man!”
“Well, get the fuck ready dawg, because seeing you in your cowboy get up gives me ideas!”
“Ok, but you gotta get me drunk first.”
“What the fuck did you think I was trying to do back at the no tell motel?”
“Ah, makes sense now. I had a suspicion you were up to something.”
“Fuck dude, you turned me gay, or bi or whatever. So you gotta take a little bit of responsibility.”
“Oh bro, how did I turn your gay or bi or whatever?”
“Easy man, the way you look, the way you smell, the way you move, how smart you are, your rich old man, your Harvard education, your love for the Corps. I could go on, but you get the picture.”
“All right, all right, I gotcha. It’s all my fault.”
“Well, YEAH!”
We’re both convulsing with laughter. Drivers in passing cars must think we just escaped from a mental facility, the way we’re doubled over holding our middles, and me trying to keep this truck in one lane.
Skip puts a hand on the back of my neck and massages the tense neck muscles. His big paw brushes the back of my fresh high n tight haircut up and down gently. He leans as close as his seat belt allows and kisses my right cheek.
I watch him raise his right leg and put the sole of his combat boot on the dashboard. This time I don’t scold him telling him to get his fucking dirty boot off of my baby’s dash. Instead I put my hand over the top of his boot and feel the warmth his foot is generating inside of the black leather. He looks at me and gives me that big country smile, the one I have grown to love.
“When we get back to base, you’re all mine buddy!”
“You gonna Dom me bro?”
“HELL YEAH! This is just Saturday morning, we got the rest of the Goddamned weekend ahead of us!”
Oh boy! My heart is racing again and my trouser snake is working its way down my leg. Skip, who missies nothing sees and reaches over to my crotch and unzips me. He reaches in and hauls out not only my pulsating meat but my hairy balls. He allows them to hang between my legs to rest on the leather seat.
Skip releases his seat belt and drops his head to my crotch. I feel his warm wet lips encircle my cock head and hold it there. My dick is hard and throbbing at this point, I’m so fucking close to coming and want this feeling to last.
“Hold off for half a second Marine, let me calm down a little, my nuts are about to bust!”
He pulls off and looks up at me smiling, still holding my hard piece in his hand. Then sticks out his tongue and licks up the precum dribbling out of my piss slit. Smacks his lips, then takes another swipe over my swollen head.
“I bet you got more than one shot in these big balls of yours cowboy. And I’m hungry as fuck to finally find out what you taste like, so let me go back to work and get some desert to top off those pancakes.”
He sinks into my lap again and takes me into his mouth. Gently playing with the head with the tip of his tongue. I’m holding the back of his head in my left hand, feeling the bristles of his haircut as he slowly has his way with my cooperating meat.
He takes his mouth off of my swollen cock momentarily to look up at me. “This is the first dick I have ever had in my mouth and didn’t realize how good it could taste – why don’t chicks like this?”
“They’re a different species man, like from another planet, they don’t get it the way a dude gets it.”
Uhmmm, he’s humming around my cock. The vibrations from his lips are causing my rod to swell even more. He has one of his hands encircling my nuts, pulling them down to the leather seat. I feel the warmth coming from his palm. I play with my balls all times when I’m jerking off and in the shower, but it never felt like this.
The danger of another man gripping my testicles is a primal thing, it’s exhilarating, scary, heart stopping. My first instinct is to protect them, the second is to allow him to have his way with them, to dominate me, to take whatever he wants from me without my permission, which I would give to him in a in a nanosecond, but he ain’t asking, he’s taking.
We’re at the point in our return to Base, only twenty miles or so away from the front gate, and I have to shoot my wad and let him eat it before we arrive so I can fish my ID card out of my back pocket.
Skip swallows my dickhead past his gag reflex and holds it there for what seemed like minutes, but was only seconds.
“I gotta cum soon bro, we’ll be at the main gate in a few and I have to get my ID out.”
That statement caused him to back off and hold just my dickhead between his lips and play with the underside of my head with his tongue, swabbing and sucking like mad and here it comes:
‘AAAAHHHHHHH!” God fucking damn eat me dawg, eat me!”
Skip took my full load and held it in his mouth. He backed off my piece then looked up at me, opened his mouth to show me my own mother lode before swallowing it down in one big gulp.
“Thanks Brad, I had no idea what your cum was going to taste like, but I gotta tell you bro, I’m fucking hooked on your stuff now man – I want more!”
Skip stuffs my deflating cock and hairy balls back into my jeans and zips me up just as we approach the front gate. I roll down the window and flash my ID card to the MP, who ducks his head into the cabin of my truck. We lock eyes after he looks over my card and I’m sure he smelled the sex because one corner of his mouth turns up slightly at the corner in a kind of a knowing salute.
We drive through Mainside to Division and to the 6th Marine Barracks where our room is located. Take a parking spot near to the rear entrance when Skip says to me:
“Take a look in the tool chest, I got a little surprise waiting.”
He has a duplicate set of keys, so has access to the tool chest. I open it and look inside. When I see what he’s put in there without me knowing I turn to him. He’s got a shit eating grin on his handsome face, nodding his head as I examine the new arrivals. There is a black leather hood, tit clamps, yellow suction cups, lots of cotton/polyester rope, stainless-steel hand and ankle cuffs, large lube container, different sizes of butt plugs, leather floggers, leather and wooden paddles. Shit, nearly what every dungeon requires.
“You were planning to use this on me all along, huh?”
“Well, if not you, then Sergeant Daniels.”
“Why Sergeant Daniels?”
“I was in his room a month back doing something for him, can’t even remember, and I saw a set of tit clamps.”
“No shit man, tit clamps?”
“Yep, good old-fashioned tit clamps.”
Skips eyes gloss over for a split second before he says, “Fuckers got a hot bod man, and he’s hung like a Goddamned mule.”
“Now, how in hell would you know that?”
“Shit dude! Saw it hanging down out of his boxers when he was changing out of civvies into uniform – fuckers got a dick on him man!”
“Thought you just wanted me, asshole!”
“I do, I do, but just in case it didn’t work out between us, he was my fall back guy, you know dawg, just in case.”
I’m just shaking my head looking at this big dumb country Marine having a back-up plan, just in case. He looks like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I think I fell deeper into the love pit and no way to keep from falling in that instant.
Those bright blue eyes of his giving me the once over, caressing and confident. He’s scratching his chin, smiling that killer smile. The fuckers got me and he knows it. I’m caught, helplessly caught.
I snap out of my trance when he says, “Better get an overnight bag or something to transport our happiness tools into the room.”
“No worries dude. I have an overnight bag under all your new stuff. Yeah, here It is.” I cram the bag with the new play toys and zip it up.
We enter the barracks and walk down the hallway to our quarters. Fish out the key and unlock. We’re lucky because we have a two-man room with our own bathroom, not a connecting bathroom shared with the next unit. How we lucked out, I don’t know, but we did.
Skip carries our junk, drops it on the closet floor, turns and locks the door. Grabs me around my waist and pulls me into a tight embrace saying:
“We have the whole weekend to play, the damn place is practically empty, you know what that means don’t cha?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna spend a hell of a lot of time with my legs up in the air and you taking this Marines virgin hole – am I right?”
“You, sure as fuck am bro, and I’m going to try out most of this equipment on your hot fucking Marine cowboy body, so get ready for a roasting hot ride dawg!”
He puts a hand behind my head and pressed our mouths together, his tongue searching for the opening to breach it. His tongue slips inside to sword fights with mine, then locks his lips around it and sucks on it like a dick.
I feel one hand on my crotch, squeezing my balls. Then he uses both hands to haul out my dick and balls through the opening of my Wranglers. My tongue continues to be held in a tight embrace.
Skip releases my mouth and goes over to the closet and brings out the overnight and deposits it on his bed because it is the one closest to the door. Unzips and dumps the contents on top of his rack. Choses a length of rope, holding it in his hand so that I can see it.
He grabs my shoulders and turns me around to face away from him, pulls my hands behind my back and ties my crossed wrists. Winding the rope around several times then between my hands leaving a long length hanging down.
I have a momentary panic attack, never having been in a situation like this before, although it’s with a bro I trust. He senses my unease and turns me around to face him saying:
“Relax you fucking hot cowboy. You’re going to like what old Skip is going to do to you. My brothers used to do this to me all the time growing up. I spent a lot of my boyhood roped up.”
“I’m not sure about this Skipper?”
“So now, you’re using my name properly, huh? No more just Skip, but Skipper, like Mr. Skipper, right? I hear a little pleading in that quivering voice Marine – you scared? Lost control did ya? Don’t know where this is going to end up, do you? Well Marine, that is the idea. I got you and there ain’t no turning back now, huh? This hot body of yours belongs to old Skip now. So, if I was you, I’d relax and enjoy, because there ain’t one fucking thing you can do about it now!”
He takes the back of my head in his big country paws and draws my mouth into his. I taste his spit and it’s like an aphrodisiac traveling straight to my dick, making it so hard that it’s verging on painful. His pheromones have conquered this small space. His sweated-up pits are enveloping every inch of this two man room.
Skip releases me and backs up a couple of feet. Just stands there surveying his handy work. His big hands reach forward and snatch open my white cowboy shirt, popping the pearl snaps from top to bottom revealing my sparsely haired chest. My pinkish/brown nips bloated and standing tall, inviting investigation.
He leans in clutching my sides, brings me into his body and lowers his face to my chest. He sucks in one then the other nip, plumping them up. He fetches two yellow suction cups, licks the rim of both, then mashes the cups together and places the open end on both on my nips. Making certain that the seal is good and watches as they do their job.
My nuts are being smashed in my scrotum as they contract and draws up close to my body. The sensation radiating from my chest down to my balls is causing me to intake a lung full of the man standing in front of me. His manly scent is filling me up. I can smell his sweated-up ass crack. It’s a masculine musky smell, almost dirty, but I know how clean this Marine keeps his body and all of a sudden, I want to get down on my knees and suck on his asshole. Push my tongue inside and taste the man who has taken me as his own.
Those baby blues of his are drilling a hole into my very being. His powerful hands are pushing me down to my knees. Not that easy to do with my hands roped behind my back, but I use the strength in my heavy muscled thighs to maintain my balance. I end up with my face inches from his crotch.
I can smell the musk radiating from his faded Levi’s and can see the outline of his dick hanging down his trouser leg, see the big cockhead showing through the fabric. There’s a damp spot where the head hangs. I want to stick out my tongue and taste it.
I don’t have a long wait as I watch his powerful hands unbutton his fly, fingers go in and bring out his big swelling Marine dick meat.
“Got something I think you’ve been hankering after for some time, even if you didn’t know it.”
One hand goes under my chin while the other holds his thick, stiff staff out to my lips and rubs the head wet with precum over both of my lips:
“Here you go cowboy. Open up I got something for a hungry cowpoke like you needs to chow down on.”
My mouth seems to have a mind of its own, goes for the gold and opens wide and accepts the thick, veined dick offered. I close my lips around its thickness, trying to keep my teeth off of the shaft but it’s a difficult task because of the girth.
“That’s a good boy, taste the dick that now owns you. In a few minutes I’m going to feed you something that you’ve never tasted before, a thick, rich serving of this Marines baby batter, and you’re gonna be hooked on it for life.”
My mind is in a place it’s never been before. This is the same man I clung to in deployment. I recall smelling his masculinity, his sweat, his hot breath in that dark bunker, the one that we spent so much time in returning fire from the fucking Taliban trying to overrun us. If he had asked me to drink his piss, I would have gladly opened up to be his urinal, in front of other Marines and God himself.
And now, I can feel his shaft start to tremble, his dickhead swells up and become rock hard. I can picture it in my mind, his piss slit start to open, getting ready to fire his seed into me and feed me, and:
“FUCKKKKKKKKK, TAKE MY CUM, EATTTTT MEEEE, SHIT, FUCK, DAMN!”
In a blink of an eye, my mouth is filled to spilling over with his hot jizz. The taste is so strange to me, but soothing, metallic tasting, salty, but not actually salty, alien, but welcome because of where It came from. I hold it in my mouth not wanting to give it up, just savor it. I hear Skip chuckle above me with his big hands holding the back of my head:
“Go ahead and swallow Brad. There’s a lot more where that came from. And after chow tonight, I’m going to get this pig sticker of mine up that virgin cowboy channel of yours and school you on how a real cowboy rides the range, so swallow your lunch!”
End of Chapter 3
