The last twenty-four hours are a blur, and a high that I haven’t recovered from yet. I just sucked Skip’s dick and swallowed his cum. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. Me down on my knees with my hands tied behind my back sucking his cock. My best friend, the cowboy Marine who tied me up and was then in total control. The Marine who had my back in deployment. It seemed so natural, like it was supposed to happen. And happen it did.
I’m sitting on the corner of my bed folding white boxers and for some crazy reason my thoughts are going back to something Skip said when we arrived back at base this afternoon. He said he had a fallback guy in case things didn’t work out between the two of us. He said that he had seen Staff Sergeants Daniels dick when Daniels was changing out of civvies and into uniform and that he is hung like a horse. He said he saw two tit clamps on top of Daniels’ dresser in his room when he was drafted to help straighten things up. Did he put two and two together and come up a prize, Daniels?
Skip is in the shower getting cleaned up before we go to the chow hall for dinner.
Am I suddenly jealous of Skip and Daniels getting it on?
The tightening in my gut tells me that I am.
He was so cavalier talking about getting together with Daniels in case we didn’t click. Why can’t I get past it? I’m not like a regular queer, at least I don’t think so. I allowed It to happen for a variety of reasons, but that does not make me queer. Does it? It was an expression of love between two soulmates coming together to help each other out, wasn’t it?
Daniels is a Staff NCO and outranks the two of us. In the Corps, you take orders from any man, or woman who outranks you no matter who he or she is. If one of them stops you and orders you to police the area, believe me, you are going to be bending over picking up trash and stowing it in the nearest trash can. That’s what discipline is all about, respect for the uniform and the rank.
I know Daniels only slightly. He’s a thirty-five-year-old dad type with black salt and pepper hair, cut Marine style so not that much grey is showing, but enough that he commands respect from younger Marines who encounter him for the first time, and I might add, officers, especially freshly minted ones, the Second Lieutenants.
He reminds me a lot of my own dad. That confident swagger of his reminds me of the dad I looked up to as a boy growing up in New York City. And now that I think about it, my dad has quite a whopper of a dick hanging down his trouser leg. It fascinated me as a teenager because I wondered if I took after him in that department, and thankfully I do. Just ask Skip if the dick he swung on coming back to base is a whopper or not.
“Hey, bro!” Skip yells, sticking his wet head out of the shower. “I got a text from Daniels while you were in the shower earlier – he wants me to come to his quarters after chow tonight and I said that I would.”
“What the fuck man – what’s that all about?”
“I don’t know what he wants, but I think I better go and see what’s up.”
“You know damned well what’s up, his horse cock, that’s what’s up. And you’re going to be a good little Marine and just snap to, I suppose!”
“Brad, he’s got me out ranked man, he’s a fucking Staff NCO and for now he’s calling all the shots.”
“Why don’t I go with you – be your backup just in case you need it?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea man. He asked for me, not you.”
“He’s going to pull rank on you and fuck your hot ass bro, that’s what’s gonna happen!”
“No worries dude, I’m a top man and he damn well knows it.”
“You might consider yourself a top man but remember you sucked my cock and drank down my cum. Didn’t you ever hear of a power play, man? That’s what’s on his mind.”
“I sucked your cock because I love your dumb ass. I can take care of myself. Remember I grew up with three older brothers and survived.”
“Didn’t your brothers tie you up and corn hole your ass?”
“They did, they did.”
“The Staff Sergeant doesn’t have to tie you up to corn hole you, he just pulls rank. Maybe he suspects us, did you think about that?”
“So, you think Daniels is going to blackmail me into giving up my ass, huh?”
“Why not bro – is it that so far-fetched – you don’t think It could happen?”
“Paranoia will destroy ya.” Ha ha.
“Well, let me put it to you this way: You take up with him in anyway at all and we’re finished, period!”
“Ah, come on dude, I’m between a rock and a hard place and you’re not making this easy.”
“It’s easy enough as far as I’m concerned letting anything happen between us was a mistake, one that I will regret for a long time – I was about to go gay for you and you turn around and shit on my head dude, well man, come Monday I’m looking for a new roommate.”
“Dude, you’re acting like a jealous wife – what the fuck?”
“What the fuck is this, GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”
“OK, ok. I won’t go to his quarters. Will that make things, right?”
“I don’t know Skip, I thought my dumb ass was falling in love with you. But now I’m not sure … I don’t think I can trust you man, not anymore, not anymore.”
Skip walks over to me still toweling himself. His lanky country boy body is causing my knees to turn to water. My guts are trembling out of control.
His turned-up-at-the-corner smile is mesmerizing me. He knows full well that he has power over me. And it’s crushing my spirit. What if I didn’t have him, then what? Would my life be any better or made simpler if he wasn’t around?
I stand and walk over to my dresser, open the second drawer from the top and deposit my folded skivvies in a neat pile while keeping my back to Skip and tell him:
“I’m looking for a new roommate on Monday. I think things have gotten out of hand and you are just using me for my dad’s money. That’s what I’m thinking right at this very minute.”
“Come on dude, you can’t be serious – it’s not like that man, not like that!”
“Well, it sure looks the fuck that way from my prospective. You want to control me man, you proved that when you tied me up and forced me to suck your cock.”
“FUCKING FORCED YOU – FUCKING FORCED YOU?”
“Yeah, forced me down on my knees, tied me up and made me eat your spunk!”
Skip closes the distance between us. In a heartbeat, grabs me by my shoulders and spins me around to face him. We’re nose to nose. I can smell the tang of the body wash he used in the shower, smell the Colgate tooth paste on his breath. His bright blue eyes are drilling a hole into my heart. Once again, he’s capturing me and my resolve is crumbling faster than the Walls of Jericho. My dick is responding to his forceful handling and beginning to grow and stand away from my body, tenting my boxers.
“Get real Bradly!” Skip almost spits into my face as he reaches down and grabs my dick through my underwear. “Just take a look down south my boy – this is what’s telling you what to do and right now it’s saying shut your fucking mouth.”
“Get your hands off of me Marine – that’s a dick you’ll never have in your mouth again – we’re fucking finished, I’m not dealing with this shit anymore!”
“You think it’s just that easy – just like that, get out of my life, just like that?”
“Yeah, I do country boy, why don’t you go back to your tobacco chewing family when your contract is up. The Corps won’t fall to pieces without your stupid farm boy ass hanging around!”
Skip quickly throws on his civvies not once looking in my direction. The room is silent, eerily so. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest, the only sound I hear is Skip’s combats thudding against the rust-colored tile floor of our room as he heads for the door.
Fucking shit man, what’s wrong with me? I just threw my bestie overboard because of something imagined in my mixed-up head. Damn, damn, damn.
I collect my senses when Skip grips the door knob and pulls the door open and stands there for a split second. Then I speak quietly.
“Where you headed Skip?” He turns to face me. “Out of your life bro, just as you requested!”
My thoughts are crammed together, fighting each other in a bare-knuckle brawl. I’m light
headed and close to being out of breath. “So, you’re headed over to Daniels huh?
“That’s right dude, what the fuck do you care. Remember, we’re finished, right?”
He turns on his heel, exits and slams the door behind him. I stand frozen to the spot, then sit down on my bed and reach for my cell and punch in my dad’s number.
“Hey son, this is an unexpected pleasure.” He says quietly and waits for my response.
“Dad, is it alright if I come to the city and spend a couple of weeks with you? I have two weeks of leave time and I need to get away from here and do some thinking.”
“Son, you know that you are always welcome, no need to even ask. I’ll have Dave meet you at the airport and bring you home.”
“Ok dad, that sounds like a winner I’ll pack light since most of my clothes are still hanging in my bedroom closet.”
“Good son, I can’t wait. I’ll have a first-class ticket waiting for you on your end. Can you leave on Monday?”
“Yes sir, all I have to do is square It with my Company Commander, but no sweat there, it will happen.”
“Good, then I’ll see you Monday early evening, can’t wait.”
I’m having flashbacks to my teen years. Focused on dad’s live-in chauffeur Dave. Forty something tall handsome, what some call a black Irish man because of his dark hair and brown eyes. He has forever been stuck in my mind.
I used to watch him work out in the basement gym of our building. Back when I was beginning to get interested in trying to build up my scrawny and awkward teen body. Thinking the chicks would be interested in me If I looked more like an athlete and less like a book worm.
I recall how bulked up he was. Shoulders hard and rounded, chest two slabs of thick Irish meat. Biceps that stood out and rippled when he performed manual labor. Hairy thighs and calves. Glutes that stood out, biscuit butt firm.
His six-foot frame carried 180 lbs. of man that any woman would gladly throw her panties at. Hopes of getting that thick cut dick of his up her snatch or asshole. Dark black wavy hair, firm square chin with a tiny dimple in the middle. Long sideburns. Lips that parted when he smiled revealing gleaming white teeth.
Dave was my first man crush. I wanted to be like him and like my dad since the two of them standing side-by-side looked like brothers instead of employee and employer.
Dad provided him what I would call an old-fashioned uniform. Dark blue with grey piping. Tailored to his large frame, tall shiny Dehner custom black boots completed the look. He appeared like a character straight out of one of those old black and white mystery movies, although I never witnessed him clicking his heels together.
There would be two more calls from my dad arranging transportation. My plan is good to go after making my leave request to Captain Hargrove, who thought it a good idea for me to get some down time with my family.
I didn’t see Skip for the remainder of the weekend. He went out of his way to avoid me and as far as I was concerned, I wanted it that way. I put off finding a new roommate on hold until I return from New York. Plenty of time to find a new roomie when I get back.
New York City. My hometown was a rush of fresh air to my troubled mind as I stood at the curb waiting for Dave to pick me up at Kennedy. We drove to our building on Central Park West, a twenty-two-story structure. Dad’s place is a sprawling four-bedroom penthouse with a wraparound terrace.
Across the street in Central Park. The leaves had already turned various shades of yellow, red and brown, and there was a late Autumn nip in the air, chilling but not Winter cold. The scene laid out in front of me is exactly as I remembered. I felt like a child again and couldn’t wait to see dad.
Phillips the doorman saluted me with a smile that lit up his face. He remembered me and that in itself was enough to calm all of the butterflies in my stomach.
“Welcome home Marine – it’s good to see you again.”
“Thanks Phillips, good to see you also.”
Dave and I stepped into the Chinese Modern lobby and made our way past the concierge to the Chinoiserie style private elevator. The luxurious antique walnut paneling inside of the elevator depicted hillsides, bridges and waterfalls enveloped us as we stood silently ascending to the top of the building.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Dave, studying him from head to toe.
My dick reacting to his military bearing. I knew that he had been a Paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne Division and that he was notably happy to learn that I had joined the Marine Corps. He was proud of me, it was written all over his face when I shared the news with him. I remember him saying:
“I knew you had it in you Mr. Jessop and I know your dad is very proud of you for taking this direction. So best of luck to you. If there is anything that I can ever do for you, all you have to do is ask and it’s yours sir.”
“Thank you, Dave. I will keep that in mind. It is valued more than you know.”
“Yes, sir Mr. Jessop.”
We arrive on the 22nd floor. The elevator door opens and there stands my dad looking as sharp as ever in one of his designer pinstripe suits, dark blue with a sky-blue tie. The smile on his face would light up any Christmas tree. From the shine on his black loafers to his carefully manicured fingernails, this is the well put together Wall Street broker that everyone on the Street knows and respects.
“Dad!” A flood of emotion overwhelms me as I drop my carry-on and close the distance between us. We collapse in each other’s arms. “I missed you so much sir – it’s great to be back home.” I say as I lower my face to his, my nose touching the side of his neck, my lips involuntarily tasting his skin.
“I missed you too son.” His warm hands on either side of my face. He leans in and kisses both sides of my face in an old-world, fatherly way.
He turns to Dave who has been taking in our father and son reunion. “Take Brad’s carry-on to his room and unpack for him, then come back and the three of us are going to have a few shots of the forty-year-old scotch I’ve been saving for such an occasion as this. So, chop, chop.” He says giving his driver a knowing smile. A happy one.
THE DANCE CONTINUES:
Back at Camp Lejeune, Skip has just finished his Sunday evening meal in the chow hall when his phone rings. Without even looking he knows that it’s Daniels summoning him to his lair.
“I’m on my way Staff Sergeant, be there in twenty minutes.” He responds into his cell.
What if Brad was right about Daniels? Does that mean that I’m going to walk straight into something that Brad warned me about? I haven’t been fucked since my brothers took my cherry way back when and I sure as hell don’t want Daniels having free rein with my butt hole, it’s tight and cherry again.
I walk the four blocks to Daniels quarters situated at the end of a block of town house properties reserved for Staff NCOs. All are two story Colonial style red brick structures with a small front porch and garage for two cars underneath.
I climb the four steps leading to the front porch and ring the door bell and wait. I’m wearing the civvies I always wear when I’m out of uniform or on the prowl. Faded button fly Levis, black crew neck t-shirt and black leather Marine Corps combat boots, polished and shined to within an inch of their life. I’m always squared away even in civvies.
After several minutes, the door opens. He is standing there clothed in only a dark green velour bathrobe slightly open down the front. He’s wearing white slides and nothing else except two silver dog tags dangling between his hairy pecs. A cigar in one hand and an old fashion class half full in the other.
“Come on in Marine, I just got out of the shower. Hope you don’t mind my casual dress.” he says dropping his right arm over my shoulder, the one holding his cigar.
“Don’t mind at all Staff Sergeant, after all, this is your quarters, you can dress anyway you want.”
He guides me into his living room which is sparsely furnished with cheap knock-off mid-century Eames black leather chairs and a black leather modular sofa. A slightly soiled white shag rug and coffee table sit in front of the sofa.
“Sit down and take a load off and I’ll fix you a Jack Daniels and Coke. And by the way Marine, you know it’s against regulations to wear any part of your Marine uniform with civilian clothes and I notice you wearing your black combats – maybe I’ll have to write you up.”
I take a seat and come back with, “I can always remove them and toss ‘em your way to enjoy if that would satisfy you.”
Silence.
He returns from the kitchen and hands me an old fashion glass filled to the brim. “Here you go smart ass – you got a lot of street punk in ‘ya don’t you stud?”
I take the glass from his hand as he bends toward me. His bathrobe hanging open. That horse cock of his on the rise. He drops himself down, a little too close to me for comfort. I attempt to slide away but his big paw lands on my knee, grabs and squeezes.
“Where you going farm boy? The cattle barn is right down here, reach in and introduce yourself to my beast!”
He’s drunk and in his mind, already has me roped and ready for branding.
“Staff Sergeant, this is not right and you know it, stand down man!”
“What’s not right is my dick ain’t in your smart assed mouth yet, but, it’s gonna be soon, quick as a flash!”
He sits his drink down on the glass and wood coffee table in front of us and makes a grab for the back of my neck, cigar clenched between his teeth. His heavily veined biceps, thick, hard flexing are standing out as he’s manhandling me.
My drink tumbles to the shag rug and drains into the pile. I grab both of his wrists pulling them away from my neck attempting to get some leverage, but he wrenches both of his hands free and lands an open-handed punch to my face that stings and knocks my head to the side, spittle rocketing from my mouth at lightning speed lands on one of his hairy forearms arms.
Suddenly, he’s all over me. Holding my hands above my head. He has about twenty pounds or better on me, so outweighs me considerably.
His mouth is pressed against mine and his tongue is prying my lips apart and entering to lock his mouth around my tongue to suck with such force that it’s a miracle he didn’t rip it out by its roots.
“Uhmmm, ummm, ummm.” I moan into his mouth as he continues his rape. His right knee pinning me down on my back keeping me glued to the spot as I try to squirm out of his clutches without any success.
He stops the assault. Brings one of his huge paws down to cover my mouth, his face dangerously close to mine, nose to nose and utters still holding the cigar between his teeth.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice, punk Marine!” And having made that statement he grabs the back of my neck with one hand uses the open palm of the other to slap my face back and forth until my head is spinning, the skin on my face burning like it’s on fire.
“Your way Staff Sergeant, your way, I’ll let you do it!”
“Let me, do it? You fucking dumbass Marine. You think I haven’t seen you and Jessop making goo-goo eyes at each other. I know you two have been slipping around doing the dirty deed ever since you got here. You think I don’t have eyes in my head, asshole?”
“No Staff Sergeant, I don’t think that.”
“Good - Strip!”
“Yes, sir.”
It only takes a few minutes to unlace my combats, pull them off and sit them on the coffee table with my socks stuffed down inside. Then my Levis, boxers and t-shirt folded and laid on the floor next to the sofa.
Daniels is standing and has removed his bathrobe. He is naked like me. His horse dick is pointing away from his hairy body and bobbing up and down, aimed at my mouth. A sheen of transparent precum is clinging to the crown causing a trail to hang down to form a puddle on the wooden floor not covered with the rug.
“GET DOWN ON YOUR GODDAMNED KNEES AND LICK IT UP, PUNK!”
Both of his calloused hands have a firm grip on my neck forcing me down to the deck. “Lick it up like a good boy and I’ll feed some prime daddy beef up your ass”
I have no choice in the matter. I could try to overcome him and stand toe to toe, try to fight him off, but what’s that gonna get me? A split lip, a broken nose and black eye, so I drop to the deck on my knees and lick up the puddle like a good boy. Strangely enough, it tastes a lot like Brad’s.
He yanks me up by my head and forces me down over the arm of the leather sofa. I’m resolved to let him take my ass and get it over with so I can crawl back to my room and recover and try to get the thought of this night out of my head.
The next thing I feel is his big paws separating my ass cheeks, then a wad of spittle lands on my rosy/brown sphincter and runs down to coat my perineum. Daniels face descends between my hard mounds, his stubble scratching as his tongue snakes inside of my butt hole. He spits, chews and sucks around my sphincter causing my hole to involuntarily open to him.
“That’s what I’m talking about Marine punk, daddy’s private highway to dick heaven.”
I feel his engorged dick head at my fortress gate. A violent push and he’s inside with one hard shove that lands his hairy balls against mine.
“GOD FUCKING DAMN MAN! – AHHHHHH SHIT!”
He’s all the way inside of me. Slapping the back of my head like he’s riding a bucking bronc. I feel the overwhelming thickness of his dad cock as he begins a furious pounding up my shit channel causing me to yell into the hand covering my mouth. I can taste the cigar residue on his fingers as he fills me with his stallion cock.
I’ve never felt anything like this, not even when my oldest brother, with the biggest dick of the three of my brothers took my ass. Daniels huge cock has shoved every nearby organ to the side, out of its way. Only the prostate is responding to his unrelenting assault.
My dick is as hard as tempered steel. I’m trying not to respond but my dick begins firing shot after shot of hot cream onto the arm of the leather sofa. He continues to drive into my ass, the friction of his ungreased cock is ruining my insides. The pain is unbelievable.
After what seemed an eternity he throws his head back and howls into the quiet room sending volley after volley of his sperm deep inside to be absorbed into my body. Finishes then pulls his deflating dick out of my ruined tunnel, wipes the head across my ass cheeks and barks:
“Ok, get dressed and get out – you’re on call from now on. I own your country ass!
All I want to do is get back to my room, shower and try to get his stink off of me. Brad, was right, all Daniels wanted was my ass to fuck and now he has me on call for more of the same. I did this to myself and I have no one to blame but me.
How can I ever face Brad again after what went down? Will he even want to speak to me again after our blowup? Was that new roommate threat for real?
I undress and shower. I can feel some of his cum mixed with specks of blood causing it to look pink, leak out of my ruined asshole and run down my legs into the drain. It’s going to take weeks to heal from his brutal attack. I’ll be walking cautiously for some time to come.
End of Chapter 4
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
