"Well then," said Josh wistfully, turning to his companion as they stood in front of the front door of the vacation home. "Thanks again for saving me! I'll never forget it." Eric waved it off: "No problem. Luckily, I got there in time. Can I use the bathroom quickly?" Josh nodded: "Sure, use the one on the first floor. I'll show you where it is." They entered the house and Josh led the Marine, his heart pounding, up the stairs to the bathroom. While the late guest was busy there, the college student went into his room next door, tapped briefly on his cell phone, and absentmindedly took off his pants and T-shirt, which he had put on especially for the BBQ. Once again, he was wearing only the short white swim trunks that accentuated his firm butt and muscular thighs. Thirsty, Josh ran barefoot downstairs to the kitchen.
Shortly thereafter, he made his way back upstairs with a large bottle of water in his hand. As the swimmer stepped through the doorway of his room, he saw the Gunnery Sergeant standing in front of the small desk, seeming very interested in the photos on the wall above it. His burly silhouette in an olive green shirt, camouflage pants, and combat boots was illuminated by the diffuse light of the two bedside lamps. Josh felt himself stiffen as he saw this hot, muscle-bound guy standing there, his savior in distress. But then his heart sank when he realized what photos the Marine was looking at so intently: they were scantily clad photos of him and his friends at a Pride street festival in Atlanta. Besides, the Marine had surely noticed the large rainbow flag pinned above the photos on the wall.
Josh swallowed hard, his lips and mouth suddenly feeling dry. What would happen now? Would the Marine call him a faggot and beat him up? Or would he mock and laugh at him? Given his little crush on his heroic savior, he didn't know which of the two possible reactions would cause him more pain. On top of that, the guy wasn't just a Marine, he was some kind of commando. He had picked up that much from the conversations at the BBQ. And actually, the rough charm of this detail had turned him on even more. But how would this highly trained fighting machine on two legs react now? The swimmer not only feared physical or verbal violence, he also feared that his longing would be shattered by harsh realities in an instant. With a trembling hand, he set down the water bottle, which hit the floor with a soft thud. The muscle-bound Marine turned around and slowly took a step toward the boy, who stood before him completely defenseless in his tight-fitting Speedo.
Josh anxiously tried to read the other man's expression, but it remained inscrutable. His expression reflected neither anger nor mockery, but rather curiosity. Curiosity!? The boy relaxed a little: maybe the situation wasn't as bad as he had feared? But a gay commando soldier? Unthinkable! While these and other thoughts raced through the swimmer's mind, the Marine had moved closer and was carefully examining his athletic body. Suddenly, he touched his right shoulder with his rough hand, slowly stroking the defined muscles, which made Josh flinch. "Calm down, boy, it's all right. I won't hurt you," the guy growled in his deep voice. He sensed what must be going on in the attractive college boy's head. He was certainly not wrong, because there were those stories about Marines stationed on Navy aircraft carriers who brutally attacked young sailors to relieve stress.
Eric, on the other hand, found the current situation rather interesting, and something about the boy standing in front of him, scantily clad, appealed to him. The Marine didn't have time for a steady girlfriend anyway due to his profession, but he wasn't actually gay either. Nevertheless, he couldn't take his eyes off the beauty in front of him, and his cock had already grown hard. Slowly, Eric let his hand slide further down over the compact but well-defined chest muscles and six-pack abs. The sun-tanned, hairless, firm skin caressed his fingers and transferred body heat. Josh had his eyes closed and moaned softly, enjoying the touch of the rough hand, whose movements sent tingling excitement across the skin. Emboldened, the swimmer now let his hands wander too.
They explored the Marine's powerful chest muscles, which were clearly visible through the fabric of his T-shirt, and soon found their way to the pointed nipples. Eric grunted softly; Josh seemed to have found a sensitive spot. Slowly, they moved a little closer to each other, now standing very close and looking into each other's eyes. A tense silence. Their warm breath caressed each other's faces. Josh gathered all his courage, reached down with his right hand, searched for and found the Marine's crotch. Carefully, he reached into the cotton fabric of the combat pants, felt the hard rod and began to knead it. A surprised, throaty groan escaped the soldier's lips, and he did not intervene but let the boy continue. Suddenly, Eric's paws rested heavily on the swimmer's shoulders and pushed him down. Josh understood, got down on his knees, fumbled with the fly, and finally opened it. A thick bulge wrapped in the silky sheen of green silkies awaited him. The boy briefly kneaded the package through the soft, bulging fabric. Then he pulled down his underwear and exposed the stiff, bobbing cock and heavy balls, so that it protruded from the opening in the crotch of the combat pants.
The college student gasped in surprise: the thing was a real monster: rather average in length, but with an estimated diameter of 5 cm, almost as thick as a soda can! A deep red, wide glans made room for the thick, veiny shaft. Josh reverently took the magnificent specimen of a cock in his hand, gently jerked it off, and gazed in fascination at every detail. The Marine watched him from above, and a proud grin stole across his face as he registered the young man's admiration. He had had to do it himself far too often, and it had been several days since he had last found relief in this way, which is why he was under tremendous pressure that urgently needed to be relieved. Unexpectedly, he now seemed to have found a good opportunity to do so.
Josh jerked the dick a few more times in short strokes, then without further prompting, he put his mouth over the wet glans, played with it with his tongue, and sucked up the addictive mixture of sweat and precum. "Ohaaa, yeah, suck that fat Marine cock!" Eric growled hoarsely, his strong hand clawing into the short curls of the little cocksucker, pushing his head deeper onto the shaft of the steeply protruding lance. With a slight swing of his hips, he began to fuck the mouth cunt, but paid attention to the boy's reactions so as not to overwhelm him with the girth of his cock. Josh's own cock had long since become super stiff in his tight Speedo, the tip soon peeking out of the waistband. Precum dripped in thick strands onto the floor beneath him as he busily devoted himself to the fat soldier's cock. Josh could hardly believe it: his feverish jerk-off fantasies seemed to be actually coming true!
Meanwhile, Eric had taken full control of the boy. Without effort, he fixed his head with both paws as if in a vice and fucked the warm, wet mouth cunt with short thrusts. He grunted and moaned with satisfaction: the little cocksucker was really talented, he had to give him that! Soon, the young guy's own spit was running out of the side of his mouth and dripping from the fat piston in time with the thrusts. With one last hard thrust, the Marine drove his cock deep into the boy's mouth once more, left it there, and let out a loud cry of lust as he shot his cum into the boy's mouth in endless spurts. The boy did his best to swallow it all, but some of the cream ran down the corners of his mouth. After the orgasm subsided, Eric pushed his cock even deeper and enjoyed the little demonstration of power while Josh gasped for air. Then he finally released the swimmer by releasing the pressure on the back of his head and withdrawing completely.
Gasping for air, the boy's breathing came in bursts as he looked up submissively at the elite soldier, who was rubbing his still-stiff cock over the cocksucker's face, smearing it with the remains of his cum. "Get up, kid!" Eric ordered, condescendingly offering him a hand. Josh took it and got back on his feet. Immediately, the two paws pulled him close to the beefy, muscular body again and now explored the swimmer's plump ass cheeks, covered by the soft fabric of his Speedo. Eric grinned when he heard the boy moan in response to the caress of his two perfect peaches. "Good boy!" he growled in his ear in a deep voice, and Josh felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine at the sound of his voice. The Marine knew exactly what he wanted and had made it clear from the very first moment, with just a few gestures and his sheer physical presence, who was in charge here. As a true alpha, he didn't need to use brutality to display a natural form of dominance. This naturalness both fascinated and aroused the young man. That's why he was putty in the Gunnery Sergeant's hands from the very first second.
While Eric kneaded the wonderfully plump cheeks of the tight ass, the young swimmer let his hands stroke the Marine's magnificent torso, covered by the olive-green shirt, again. Bit by bit, he began to pull the fabric of the top out of the waistband of his pants until he could push it up a little and let the fingers wander over his bare stomach. Moaning with excitement, Josh felt the deep furrows of a rock-hard six-pack, the thin film of sweat on the skin intensifying the feeling of heat radiating from the powerful body. Eric liked the boy's reactions to his muscular body and took the hands off his ass to get rid of the shirt. The swimmer gasped with delight as the Marine pulled the top over his head and finally revealed his naked upper body: Tanned skin, slightly sunburned on the arms and neck, formed over thick, defined upper arms and broad shoulders, which were crowned by voluminous pecs. His nipples stood seductively erect and competed with his well-defined six-pack for the attention of the spellbound college boy. Josh reverently stroked the black tattoo that was prominently displayed on the right pectoral muscle and showed the famous logo of the United States Marine Corps: a globe pierced diagonally by an anchor. Above it sat the US federal eagle, holding a banner with the motto „Semper fidelis“ in its beak.
A thin trail of dark hair ran down from his navel and disappeared behind the waistband of his combat pants, fastened with a belt, to the trimmed hair above his clean-shaven magnificent cock, which continued to peek stiffly out of his open fly. Josh couldn't help himself and began to lick devotedly along the slightly sweaty trail of hair. He kissed and caressed the steel-hard body of the brave warrior. The latter ran his fingers through the short brown-blond curls of his admirer and casually tensed his abdominal muscles as he felt the wet tongue licking over the deep grooves. Slowly, the swimmer worked his way up, briefly sucking on the right nipple and then signaling the Marine to raise his right arm, which he willingly did. Almost a little intoxicated by the tart, masculine smell in the slightly hairy armpit, he began to lick up the animalistic mixture of dried sea water and fresh sweat here as well.
Eric was surprised, because he had never experienced this form of almost cult-like body worship before. Women didn't usually bother with it, but he was clearly amused to captivate the young gay guy with his body alone. Shortly afterwards, the Marine grabbed Josh's bulging cock hanging out of the Speedo with his left paw and returned the favor by jerking him off with a firm grip, which provoked a dull but very pleasurable moan. Pre-cum dripped from the swimmer's cock onto the soldier's combat boots, and his rough fingers rubbed the wetness stroke by stroke onto the shaft and the bare glans. The friction on his best piece brought the boy closer to orgasm, but each time the Marine interrupted the treatment just in time. This made the tingling sensation of subsiding arousal that immediately followed all the more enjoyable. Josh had emerged from the armpit with his head and looked up at the mischievously grinning guy who was working on his boner again. His confident but somehow teasing manner made him even hornier than he already was.
Once again, Josh felt the rough hands on his ass, but this time they finally pushed the swim trunks down and exposed his tight ass. The index and middle fingers of his right hand began to explore the ass crack and soon found the wet sphincter. The rough tip of the index finger gently massaged and rubbed the rosebud, which gradually opened, twitching repeatedly, to make room for the finger. It penetrated and fucked the hole further, so that the second and finally a third finger could fit. The swimmer moaned loudly in time with the finger fucking and pressed his ass voluptuously against the fingers. "You like that, you little slut, don't you?" "Yes, sir!" the little one whispered submissively, and the Marine's cock twitched briefly at this show of respect from the young civilian. The soldier's fingers continued to fuck the soft, increasingly relaxed cunt. Josh moaned and enjoyed the friction in his hole with his eyes closed.
A few minutes later, the swimmer was back on his knees, untying the laces of the earth-colored combat boots that the Marine had just ordered him to take off. He obediently followed the order, pulling off his boots and socks, so that the soldier now stood above him in only his combat pants, lazily jerking off his protruding fuck bolt while closely following the boy's movements. Finally, both lost their remaining clothes: Eric his combat pants, Josh his Speedo, which was already half pushed down. Naked and with erect cocks, they stood facing each other again, their hands caressing each other's muscular bodies, soft moans and whispers the only sounds they made. Josh sank to his knees again and took the Marine's magnificent cock in his hand, jerking it off, taking it in his mouth, and then reaching into the low-hanging scrotum. Eric grunted as the boy ran his fingers through the hair, finally letting go of the cock and taking the balls into his mouth instead. Carefully sucking on the testicles and licking the balls, Josh felt the strong paw clawing into his short curly hair again. As he had learned in the meantime, this was an unmistakable sign that the Marine liked the treatment.
When they had let go of each other again, Josh walked the short distance to his nightstand with his stiff, bobbing cock and took a bottle of lubricant and a pair of police handcuffs out of the drawer. As he placed the handcuffs on the nightstand, he opened the bottle and took a generous amount of lubricant, which he smeared between his ass cheeks. Full of anticipation and with a watery mouth, the sergeant watched as the horny young guy oiled his pussy and put the lubricant on the bedspread. He could hardly wait to finally push his fat cock between the two peaches of the little tight ass. With an animalistic growl, he suddenly grabbed the boy's neck and pushed him onto the mattress. "On your back! Head towards me!" the Marine commanded curtly in a tone that brooked no argument, and Josh hurriedly followed the instruction. Eric pulled the boy towards him so that his head hung freely over the foot of the bed. "Open your mouth!" was the next command, and with goosebumps on his back, the college boy obeyed this command as well. The Marine pushed his fat cock into the open throat from above and fucked hard and deep until a vulgar smacking sound could be heard and the boy gagged for the first time. The Gunnery Sergeant pulled back a little, which was immediately greeted with intense licking of the bare glans.
Moaning, the soldier standing with his legs apart in front of the bed enjoyed the second blowjob of the evening and leaned forward to reach Josh's ass with his fingers. He took the lubricant lying next to them and began to smear more of it into the widened hole. He vigorously fingered and massaged the rosebud until it was soft and slippery and offered no resistance. Again and again, he rubbed through the smooth fuck channel that his monster cock would soon penetrate. Indistinct sounds of ecstasy sounded beneath him as he greedily watched the pre-cum flowing abundantly from the boy's asshole. "Yeah, the pig likes that! Now show your Gunnery Sergeant what you've got! Come for me!" The moaning grew louder and louder as the Marine fingered the young pig's anus until the athletic body arched briefly and a considerable amount of thick white slime was hurled from his cock onto his six-pack. A satisfied sigh escaped Josh's mouth when the Marine withdrew his cock. His rough fingers collected the cum on the soiled grooves of the washboard abs and fed it to the young guy, who enjoyed the protein. "Good boy!" Eric praised him with a grin and patted his cheek.
"Are you ready?" asked the Sergeant, and there was no doubt what he meant. Josh nodded somewhat hesitantly: "I hope so. You're really big," he added respectfully. "Don't worry, I'll be careful," Eric reassured the boy lying beneath him. "Turn onto your stomach, head toward the wall!" he instructed, and shortly thereafter sat behind the boy's spread thighs, his impressive fuck stick only inches away from his ass crack. Eric was just about to start when Josh muttered something indistinctly. "What's wrong?" the Marine asked, slightly gruffly, leaning forward. "Please tie my hands behind my back, sir!" The sergeant let out a surprised whistle at this unexpected and unusual request. But now the handcuffs lying on the nightstand made sense, and he fished them out from under the table. Seconds later, he had both arms twisted behind his back and the college boy's wrists secured with the handcuffs. As a professional, he knew a position for the arms that would be less uncomfortable for the bound man.
Now it was finally time to break through. Eric carefully pushed the thick head of his cock between the two peaches, bumping against the rosebud and pressing lightly against the resistance. The muscle ring twitched briefly, but instead of pushing harder, the Marine rubbed his fuck stick up and down between the ass cheeks and over the pre-stretched hole. Josh drooled and moaned into the pillow he had buried his head in. Eric instructed him to kneel down to get his ass into an even better position, while his head and stomach remained on the bed. The hands tied behind his back made this change of position a challenge. After further unsuccessful attempts and even more lubricant, the Marine finally managed to penetrate the rosebud, which pressed powerfully around the thick glans and the fat, veined shaft of the piston. "Wow, fuck, how hot your hole is! Much better than a pussy!" Eric rejoiced and remained stuck halfway in to allow the teen to become accustomed to the enormous girth of his shaft. As soon as he felt the boy relax again, he began slow fucking movements. Moaning, repeatedly groaning softly, the teen acknowledged every movement of the intruder.
With great endurance and patience, always alert to every reaction of the young guy beneath him, the Sergeant fucked the swimmer's wonderfully tight and hot hole, repeatedly running his paws admiringly over the smooth, hairless skin of his athletically defined back muscles. A quarter of an hour later, Eric rammed into the open cunt with full force, putting all the power of his muscular body into every thrust and eliciting cries of ecstasy: "Yes, Sergeant, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God!" he yelled from the front, so the Marine pressed Josh into the pillow with an unyielding grip on the back of his head to stifle her voice. "Shut up, you're waking up half of Florida!" he growled at him. But the swimmer was turned on by his Sergeant's sharp tone, so he provoked him with continuous sounds of pleasure, sometimes muffled by the pillow when the Marine pressed him down, then clearly audible again when he briefly loosened his grip. Eric rammed his monster into the boy's pussy with gusto and interrupted the fucking to pull the boy's upper body up toward him with force, using his arms tied together behind the back.
The two paws tightly enclosed the young guy's neck and the Marine whispered close to his ear, "You like to be disobedient, don't you? Don't push your luck, you're completely at my mercy!" he reminded him in a stern voice, but a smile quickly stole across his lips. "I like it when you provoke me," he confessed quietly, and Josh grinned too. "Fuck, you're a real horny little bastard!" the Sergeant declared as his fat cock pulsed deep inside the cunt. "Yes, sir!" the young guy agreed with a lustful grin and turned his head so they could look directly at each other. Slowly, their lips approached each other, their breathing quickened slightly, and Josh closed his eyes as their lips touched, wet. Tingling excitement, first hesitant, then all the more stormy union of the two mouths, a battle of their tongues, smacking, hungry, longing kisses. Eric's paws on his neck held him firmly in place as the tough Marine surrendered to another man for the first time in his life.
After changing positions, they continued fucking. This time, the boy lay flat on his stomach again, while Eric squatted above him, twisted about 70° to the right, and hammered into his premium ass from above. He had spread his left leg and was pressing Josh's head into the pillow with his foot. Pretty quickly, they finally reached climax at the same time: while Eric pumped his seed deep into the gaping cunt with a loud groan, the swimmer, without using his hands, soaked the bedsheet beneath him with sticky, hot globs of his cream. The Marine quickly released the handcuffs and collapsed onto Josh's back. Breathless, quite exhausted, sweating, and smelling of fresh semen, they kissed again and nestled their heated muscular bodies together. Entwined, they quickly dozed off.
About two hours later, it was still very early in the morning, Eric woke up thirsty, carefully extricated himself from the swimmer's embrace, and got up to look for something to drink downstairs. After climbing the stairs back to the first floor, he heard the toilet flushing in the bathroom next door. Curious, he pushed open the door and blinked sleepily into the dim light of the wall spotlights above the sink. But when he saw Josh standing naked behind the sink, his desire suddenly came back to life: With a soft growl, he wrapped his arms around the swimmer's athletic torso from behind and slid his semi-hard cock between his still-wet buttocks. Moaning, the boy leaned back against the Marine's beefy body and grabbed his magnificent cock to jerk it back to full size. Grunting and rubbing their bodies together, they quickly brought their lust back up to operating temperature: Eric quickly turned the small boy around so that they were standing belly to belly, lifted him up with his strong arms, and instructed him to cross his legs behind his broad back. Josh played along, sensing that the gunnery sergeant now wanted to take him standing up.
Josh also wrapped his arms around the stallion's neck, whose fat piston was already pointing steeply upward, demanding entry. The Marine placed his paws on the wonderfully plump ass cheeks and directed them down onto the hard, pre-cum-covered cock. Like a hot knife through butter, this time he penetrated the rosebud very easily and without much trouble. They moaned at each other, kissing stormily and passionately, with Josh teasingly tugging at the Marine's lips. This made Eric really wild, and he gently bit the swimmer's slender neck, eliciting ecstatic squeals. They had positioned themselves sideways next to a floor-to-ceiling mirror and watched their activities with increasing excitement. The Marine stood upright next to the mirror with his beefy body, legs slightly spread, while his large hands guided the swimmer's tight ass up and down the fat pecker. Residual semen from their first fuck was still stuck in the hole and now served as an ideal lubricant, allowing Josh to impale himself harder and harder as he fell down with force. Eric liked the young guy's bolder approach, so he soon fucked the wide-open cunt with hard, slapping thrusts, splattering the remains of semen onto the bathroom tiles.
Moaning, screaming, grunting, and cheering each other on, they relentlessly drove toward climax. Roaring like a rutting stag, Eric pumped another load of seed into the hole, but continued fucking unperturbed, so that the hot slime splattered in all directions, coating his mighty cock in milky white and flowing down to his scrotum, where it dripped viscously with the fucking movements. At the same time, Josh had come again and jerked off on the Marine's washboard abs. Exhausted and grinning contentedly, they looked into each other's eyes and kissed breathlessly. With his cock still stuck in the freshly inseminated hole, Eric carefully carried the boy over to the bedroom and laid him down on the sheet, damp with sweat and cum. Snuggled in the protective strong arms of the horny Marine, the swimmer fell asleep completely satisfied.
When Josh woke up shortly before noon, he realized that he was alone in bed again, feeling quite sticky, and his ass was burning. After jumping in the shower, he went downstairs, hoping to find Eric there. But to his disappointment, he had disappeared without a trace, nothing left to remind him of the handsome, strong, and horny Marine who had fucked him so persistently and expertly last night. Once again, the boy was overcome with melancholy. He had to admit to himself that it had been an unexpected and extremely happy one-night stand. A relationship wouldn't have lasted anyway. Honestly, what would an elite soldier want with a gay boyfriend? Although he hadn't actually been looking for a serious relationship, he still found it very unfortunate that this hot guy had disappeared from his life as quickly as he had entered it. He could at least have said goodbye properly! Saddened, he strolled over to the dining table with his usual bowl of cornflakes. Sighing, he sat down when he saw a folded piece of paper in the middle of the tabletop. His pulse quickened, and he excitedly unfolded the paper and read the straightforward handwriting:
Thanks for everything, get in touch!
Eric
Underneath was a cell phone number.
With great relief and a mischievous smile, he folded the note back up and put it in his pocket. His Marine hadn't forgotten him after all!
The End
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