Brandon and Chad met as young 18-year-old Marine recruits during basic training at Camp Pendleton just outside of San Diego. During their four years in the Marines (1999-2003), they became best friends and yes fuck buddies while stationed in several countries including two tours of Iraq. Three months ago, they met in Hawaii for a vacation and a long over due reunion. The fires were rekindled for two weeks of steamy sex.
A further extact from Max Markham's novel "Thirteen clicks to danger". Richard Finch, having a free afternoon, amuses himself by seducing a young man at Highgate Ponds in North London. This has unintended consequences.
I shoved my shorts and jock down to free my own cock. It wasn't quite hard but it was getting there. My cock didn't snap to like a lot of guys, I guess because it was so damned big it took awhile for that much blood to get down there.
I groaned and tried to pull away from him, but he held me too tight, one hand clasped around the back of my head. I was wide-eyed with shock. I never expected anything like this, never a day in my life. He smashed his mouth harder against mine and his tongue raked back and forth across my lips that I kept tightly closed.
It was one of those rare times when the day was over before the sun went down. Doug Brady finished drying off beside his bunk and slipped into a pair of white briefs. Then he dug out the only letter he'd gotten at mail call from his locker. It was only the second letter he'd received from Scott, his best friend from high school, since he'd been in basic.
Straight cadet Kevin gets hazed for his birthday. When he is held down and his cock played with, I see my chance to get my hands on his young meat. The casual game takes an unexpected turn and straight jock Kevin suddenly finds himself desperately struggling to hold his load as his cock is unrelentingly jerked off by his friends.
Once again I started to scan the patrons but was brought up short by the first guy I saw. Stranger, at least to me. Big muscular blonde. His clothes looked tight on him, kinda like he'd outgrown them. The sun streamed in from the upper part of the window, haloing him in a golden glow.
He didn't speak. It was unnecessary. I lay on the bed, looking at him as he placed a pillow under my buttocks. He leaned forward to give me another tantalizing kiss, a touch of tongue on tongue.
Sgt Moss was on the bed, lying on his stomach. He was alongside the speaker of the phonograph. His head was cradled in one arm, encircled beneath it. His other arm hung loosely over the side of the cot, his hand resting on the floor.
I lay on top of him, nearly out of breath. I'd never had such an exhausting fuck in my life. Part of it was, I'd never had a female partner put so much into it, and this Swiss soldier was a challenge to keep up with
He was packed into his uniform like GI Joe, pants that fit snugly but not too tight, massive thighs bulging inside the pant legs and the tan material stretched around a very noticeable bulge at his crotch.
For some strange reason I was drawn to the plum colored cockhead like a bug to a porch light. The retracted foreskin exposed an irresistible glistening glans under initial rays of morning sunlight that filtered through the window. Normally, I'm not a big fan of the uncut cock, for many reasons, but I made an exception for the Tejano Staff Sergeant who shared the bed.
Being new to the coastal village, I wandered down to the beach just at sunset to see I was one of only 2 humans on the beach. The other was a young muscular marine who was just finishing up surfing.