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MANEUVERS by Anonymous [ Fiction ] [ Teen Male / Teen Male ] [ Gay ] [ Boy / Boy ] [ Boy ]
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MANEUVERS
Being a military nurse, and male made being stationed on a Marine Corps Base one
of life's great combinations. Being into cock and tight asses made it more like
a starving man at a banquet.
On Monday morning, I reported for duty to find that I had to return home and
pack a few things, seems that I was being assigned to a field unit for 8 days
and would be working with the Marines during one of their many training
exercises. I supposed that it could have been worse. However, the idea of being
bone tired for 8 consecutive days and not being able to shower did not bring my
spirits up too much.
All went well during the first day and I can honestly say that all I was looking
forward to was the opportunity to lay flat for 10 or 12 hours. Barring that, 4
would have helped greatly. It was at that point of my day that we found out that
we had one two-man tent left over and one officer and one enlisted man. Another
tent could be obtained, but not till the next day of the day after. The usual
assholes began squabbling about who was most junior and should have to sleep
with the poor Grunt. Big fuckin' deal, we all smelled pretty bad at that stage
of the game. To stop the jockeying, I volunteered to share the tent with the
enlisted man, if they would just let me sleep for a while. Surprising how fast
the argument ceased.
The Staff Sergeant said "I'll get Wilkins Sir and he can show you where you will
be bunking." Meaning that he would get him here fast before I changed my mind. I
jumped when I realized that someone was talking to me and I focused in on the
voice. It was housed in 6'2", 175 pounds of green eyes and black hair and a body
BUILT by God. Wilkins was one of the hottest looking guys I had seen in a long
time. He moved with an easy confidence, almost like a dancer, but with more
force in his stride. The accent in his voice had Texas written all over it.
Wilkins said "if you'll come with me Sir, I'll show you where the tent is." His
smile could have melted rocks. It did mine, for sure! His friendliness was
genuine and warm, but like that of a younger brother having to sleep with
someone older and not quite knowing how to act. I began unrolling the sleeping
bag that the Supply Sergeant had issued me with the assurance that "it's brand
new, never touched by another human body. Just bring it back as close to the
same condition as you can Sir." When I unrolled it, I found out that though the
outside was complete, the manufacturer had failed to line the inside and there
was nothing but loose insulation from half-way down to the feet. Wilkins assured
me that it wasn't really a problem, "we can zip the two bags together and then
line the bottom with a poncho Sir." I rapidly agreed and prepared for sleep.
Generally in the field, I don't wear undershorts (skivvies for those who
remember them), I find it a bit too warm. I was startled to see that as he
dropped his pants, neither did Wilkins. Why worry, this 24 year old guy had to
be straight as the proverbial arrow. We climbed into the combination bag and
made ourselves as comfortable as possible. The two rocks that insisted on boring
into my side went sailing away into the night, followed by curses as they
landed. Now, it was time for sleep.
I was drifting off when suddenly I found myself awake but not really knowing
why. Without moving, I realized that Wilkins was apparently asleep and having
adjusted his position, wound up with his hard, tight Marine ass wedged firmly in
my crotch. His body was in complete contact with mine from the feet up to his
ass. His chest curved away, but what did touch was enough to warm me up. What
the fuck, go to sleep and forget it.
Just as I began to doze off again, I came thoroughly awake. Wilkins had begun to
rhythmically flex his ass cheeks against my cock and it was quickly rising to
full attention. He apparently was very much awake, but thought I was sleeping
and had decided to take advantage of the situation for some hot ass action. I
lay still and managed to control my breathing so that it appeared that I was
exhausted and sleeping for the night. It was incredible, his ass seemed to get
hotter and hotter as his ass-crack slid back and forth over my cock. I wondered
just how long he would keep this pretense up.
At that point, he began a slow rocking motion that caused my stiff, dripping
cock to slide up and down the length of his ass-crack. It was great, like a
slow jack-off session. As I was getting into having my dick slowly massaged to
near explosion, my Hot Marine reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. My
cock slipped right into the crack and came to rest against his hot, moist, and
very tight little hole. I almost shot right then, but controlled myself.
Wilkins continued the rocking motion. Each time he rocked back towards me, my
cock slid against his ass-hole. Every time it did, I wanted to ram that fucker
in to my balls. After a few minutes of this action, I realized that with each
backwards rock, my cock slid a little more into his ass. When the head of my
cock popped into his ass, Wilkins stopped moving. I'm not sure whether 8 thick
inches was more than he was used to or if he was savoring the sensation of
having his ass stopped up. I had reached the stage of the game where I could no
longer remain still.
While Wilkins was catching his breath, I slowly reached over his side and
wrapped my fingers around his very stiff, dripping, uncut 9" of prime meat. It
startled him and when he jumped, my hard cock slid in up to the cock-hairs.
Wilkins made a quick intake of breath and shuddered before he could control the
noise and we lay still for a while to make sure that no one was paying us any
attention. Not more than six feet on all four sides were other two-man tents,
but not like ours.
I whispered in his ear "this is fuckin' driving me crazy man. It's all I can do
to keep from shooting my load in your tight ass right now." Wilkins wiggled his
ass and we both moaned. We had to be careful, this was too hot of a situation in
more than one way. He began rocking slowly back and forth again. Letting my cock
slide almost out of his ass-hole and then slowly sucking it back in. At the same
time, I jacked his dick. I ran my tongue over his ear and nibbled on the lobes,
it made him jerk back spasmodically, but with too much noise. I tried to control
my urge to plunge my tongue into his ear.
"Turn over on your stomach," I mumbled. He carefully turned over, and I slid my
legs in-between his without letting my cock slip out of his clutching ass-hole.
Once in position, I began fucking one of the tightest and hottest Marine asses
on the base. Wilkins bit into the side of his hand to keep from moaning out, and
I bit into the side of his neck and shoulder to muffle the sounds of our
fucking. Suddenly, he began to shudder and his ass-hole clutched my cock like a
hand trying to rip it off. I started shooting and bit down on his shoulder to
keep from yelling out loud. After a few minutes, we caught our breath and
stopped shaking from our tremendous climax. I kissed his neck and ear and told
him that I wanted more of this and real soon. Wilkins turned his head enough to
kiss me and slid his probing tongue into my mouth and down my throat. We had to
quit, the first time was luck, but more was pure suicide.
I slid off his back and over to my side of the sleeping bag. Wilkins turned on
his side and once more pushed his ass into my crotch. He reached back and
grabbed my hand and lay it on his side. We fell asleep that way, touching, but
not obvious to anyone just walking by.
We woke just before dawn and reveille. Jumping into our cammie pants and boots,
we walked to the "Water buffalo" (water tank transport) and got water to wash-up
with and shave. Wilkins first name is Jeff, and he said that he wanted to get
together after the exercise and see just how noisy we could really get. Seems
that Jeff is a true screamer. If I had known before, I would have shit my pants.
Jeff said that when I had grabbed his cock and my dick slid up his ass, he
didn't know whether to "piss, go blind, or wind his watch." He wasn't wearing a
watch. "It scared me shitless, but it hurt just right, I had no intention of
letting that piece of meat get away." He smiled broadly as he glanced down at my
crotch. We burst into laughter and turned in time to notice another Marine
approaching us from the direction of the tents. Jeff and I smiled at each other
and began to shave.
The new man was dirty blond, light brown eyes, about 5'7" and 140 pounds of very
well put together Southern California surfer turned U.S. Marine. He said good
morning as he approached and then lowered his voice. "If you wouldn't mind Sir,
I really would like to share my tent with you tonight. Besides, I almost lost my
mind last night listening to you two. I had to jack-off in my shorts." Wilkins
and I looked at each other and burst into laughter again. Not only had we been
caught with our hands in the cookie jar, the guy who caught us wanted some of
the cookies.
I alternated tents for the next 6 days. When I got home I really needed the 3
days off they gave me. I spent it sleeping alone. It's strange, that Staff
Sergeant never did manage to get that other tent, but then who's complaining.
THE END y
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