Pick up on Lejeune Boulevard
Picking up a Hitchhiking Marine on Lejeune Boulevard
Back in the day, before d**g testing and before low-ranking Marines got a decent salary, many Marines were without transportation. At the end of the evening of drinking on Court Street, Marines had numerous choices for sexual activity. They could hitchhike or catch a ride toward Geiger and the Starlight outdoor movie theatre. The dark shadowy area allowed for group sex. The Marines met one another openly in the toilet of the concession stand. The action would move outside to sequestered but populated areas. Everything from unzipped, entirely dressed, barely squatting men giving blow jobs to bent-over naked asses fucking as if tomorrow would never come.
An adult bookstore was another choice. Across from the Ark drive-in on the way to Geiger, the Camera's Eye had a dark parking area between two buildings that offered a degree of privacy. All the video viewing booths were pretty large and had glory holes. Sometimes three ways happened in the stalls. The hottest action usually occurred in the early evening after working hours before the married Marines had to return to their wives. The other hottest times happened around the time the bars closed.
Another choice could be to wait until the bars close and head to the bus station toilets—the partitioned stalls and placement of the urinals allowed for a great deal of plausible deniability. Closed doors hid one Marine sitting on the toilet, blowing the Marine in front of him. Others could slip into a stall while the others stood in front of a urinal. Interruptions turn most often into group action. Three men would often surround a civilian on his knees. Men pulled the dick out of ass on more than one occasion. There was always a sentry who could warn the sexual a****ls inside.
The easiest choice was Jazzland or the streets where cars cruised Court Street looking for lonesome venturous souls. These souls opened themselves up to a hopefully satisfying experience of whatever nature. Many encountered professional transvestites who offered back alley blowjobs for a nominal price. These "girls" flooded downtown from Georgia, South Carolina, and Virginia on payday weekends.
Many Marines, however, chose to hitchhike back to base. Sometimes, many times they were looking for more than a ride. Those Marines wanted their bodies manhandled. They wanted to have a dick up their ass and have their dick sucked. And if the host's dick was big enough, the Marine wanted to suck it.
Into this environment, Alex and Gerhart (Gert, for short) sat relaxedly in the fashionable apartment. Alex was in his early 30s, as was Gert. Both were fine-looking men with ample dicks. Alex was the fucker, and Gert was the well of pleasure. At about 9:30 pm, Gert begins with, "It's great we got Anna out of here, so we can do what we want."
Alex, "What did you have in mind?"
"A stroll along the boulevard."
"I'm convinced."
In loose-fitting summer attire, the two men locked the apartment, only blocks off the main drag, put the top down on the red Chrysler convertible, and entered the stream of traffic. A code was in place. The Marine received an invitation if Alex and Gert discussed the fine weather. The Marine was dropped off at the Main Gate if the weather looked like rain.
Gert preferred Hwy 24 to the Main Gate rather than Hwy 17 to Geiger. That night Alex and Gert enjoyed the summer breeze while cruising the boulevard.
No desperation colored the evening. Alex and Gert were happy to drive along, seeking an encounter. It was not a night where every fencepost, mailbox, or road sign offered hope for a hot pick-up. While the pair stared with eagle eyes along the side of the road, Wilbur Brown was leaving Birdland.
The group Wilbur had been in town with was drinking too heavily for Wilbur. So Wilbur decided to head back to the base on his own. Not wanting to wait for the intermittent bus schedule, Wilbur headed up New Bridge Street toward Montfort Point and Hwy 24. He would hitchhike to the Main Gate.
Wilbur was a 19-year-old Marine, slightly drunk, who chose to call it an evening relatively early. Wilbur joined the Corps to escape his small town's claustrophobic world with its gossipy relatives. About five feet eight inches tall, weighing 170 pounds, he was fit and had played football all four years of high school. The problem Wilbur had was his beauty. Along with his handsome face, he had bright blonde hair, deep blue eyes, fair skin, and a blush of rose on his cheeks. But in his backwater town, his fellow athletes teased him because of his looks. Wilbur had a difficult time with social relationships.
He had a girlfriend during that time, but conservative ethical values prevented anything beyond kissing. Once, and only once, a distant relative, some second cousin's husband, had taken him fishing and used the creek as an excuse to swim and get Wilbur naked. Before the day ended, the relative convinced Wilbur to receive a blow job.
The alcohol caused his mind to drift back to that one sexual experience, which he compared to the talk of the enormous amount of sex his fellow Marines had experienced. Approaching the turn-off to Montfort Point, he continued plodding along the edge of the boulevard.
At that moment, heading in the opposite direction, Alex and Gert espied Wilbur. Continuing down Johnson Boulevard, Gert drove through the grounds of the Texaco gas station, made a quick U-turn, and headed toward the lonely Marine blocks away. The traffic was light that evening; however, Wilbur listened for any cars going his way. Gert pulled in front of Wilbur, whose slight thumbing gesture was almost unseen, and stopped.
Wilbur jogged to the edge of the car. Alex threw the passenger's door open and indicated the backseat to Wilbur.
"Where are you headed?" Gert queried.
"Back to base," Wilbur replied.
"A quiet evening?" Ales added.
"The guys I was with were getting too rowdy."
'" Were you looking for a good time," Gert interjected.
"What do you mean by a 'good time'?"
"Smoke some weed and chill."
"I haven't smoked in a while."
"Gert, here, has some dynamite shit, if you're interested?"
"Will you take me to the Main Gate after we smoke?"
Allen interjected, "I think the weather will remain calm, no rain in sight. Dropping you off won't be a problem."
"Sure, we'll take you to the Main Gate. We'll drop you off a little before the Main Gate, and you can catch a ride right into the base."
"So, where are you from?"
"A place no one has ever heard of, Twin Rivers, Indiana."
Gert now guides the convertible back to his apartment behind the Brynn Marr shopping center.
"No, I can't say as I have heard of it," Allen throws in. "So, what made you join the Corps?"
"A dumb mistake. No, I was only k**ding. My family wasn't too much on the college thing, and I didn’t want to stay in Twin Rivers. Being one of the few and the proud got to me.”
“What do you say we pick up some beers?” Gert suggested.
Allen and Wilbur chimed in with “Yeses.”
After picking up a twelve-pack of Bud, Gert pulled into the parking spot in front of his apartment. Not knowing what time the encounter would end, Gert put the top back up so the nightly moisture wouldn’t fall on the leather interior. Allen and Wilbur stood by the door, holding the beer, awaiting Gert’s unlocking the door.
Wilbur walked into a neat, crisp, modern apartment with light walls, framed artwork, a matching sofa and chair, and a Turkish rug completing the room.
Wilbur, “Boy, this beats the barracks.”
“Am I to take that as a compliment?”
“This place, your place, is incredible. Nice. Better than anything in Twin Rivers.”
“What do you say we pop some tops and roll a joint?” Gert asked.
Heads nod, and smiles appear.
In the alcove, a glass-top coffee table separates a loveseat and a side chair; Alex sits by Wilbur, and Gert sits across from them, rolling the joint. Wilbur eyes the amount of pot Gert is putting in the paper and smiles.
“So what should we call you?”
“I go by Will.”
“O.K. then Will, Will it is. I’m Alex, and our host is Gert.
When the great joint became ash, the conversation had touched on extreme partying, what a man can do for another man. Men and women have propositioned Will. And where Will stands on blow jobs versus fucking. Will admits to his one blow job from a distant relative, which lightens the room.
“So what do you say to a blow job right now?”
“Wow!”
In the dimly lighted room, Will spreads his legs, pressing against Alex.
Gert suggests getting another beer and heading into the dark brown bedroom with brown curtains. Even the bed covering and sheets are brown. Gert stops in the bathroom to clean out: Alex and Will proceed into the bedroom.
“You can throw your clothes on that chair, and I’ll put mine over here.”
Will reveals a tightly muscled, five percent body fat, hairless, except for his blonde pubes body. The few. The proud. The exceptional. Alex and Will lie side by side on the king-size bed.
Alex begins, “Go ahead. Grab it.”
Will reaches over slowly and wraps his hand around Alex’s cock. He feels a thick shaft and a mushroom head. Will immediately winces.
“Play with it. Explore it.”
Will releases his grip, only to wrap his fingers again around this hot cock that is making him hard without any effort or thought.
“Do you want me to suck it?”
“Only if you want to.”
Will continues holding Alex’s cock. Alex appreciates the beauty of Will’s body. Will leans over and gets close to Alex’s cockhead. Will squeezes the cock below the glans, enlarging the mushroom head, now silky smooth. Breathing in the manly aroma, Will places his lips on top of the head. Alex jerks slightly. Between the alcohol and the weed, Will pleasures himself in dark-felt fantasies, dreams he had suppressed so deeply they now exploded with abandon and surprise. Nevertheless, Will trembled helplessly as his mouth absorbed more of Alex’s dick. He couldn’t believe that half an hour ago, he was hitchhiking, and now he was sucking dick in the great environment.
At that moment, Alex found Will’s rock-hard dick. When Alex placed his hand on Will’s sweet, firm, farm boy cock, Alex tensed and pushed his dick deeper into Will’s mouth. Will kept Alex’s dick at that depth so he could tongue as much of the under shaft as possible. Will relished the intense feelings flowing through his body. Having cleaned himself out, Gert walks into the bedroom, enjoying Will sucking Alex and Alex holding Will’s dick.
Gert crawls into bed on the other side of Will. Gert pets Will’s perfect body. Gert and Alex both play with Will’s dick.
Gert speaks, “Will, why don’t you give my dick some of that mouth action?”
Will gives a last lick to Alex’s dick as he turns to Gert’s slightly larger and thicker dick. With Will on his left side sucking Gert, Alex scoots down in the bed and starts licking Will’s butt cheeks. Alex licks the ripe melons and even sinks his teeth into the pliable flesh. Will can’t believe his luck. He’s sucking on a big dick while his ass receives Alex’s tongue and mouth. Alex exits the bed and returns between Will and Gert as he sucks on Will’s dick.
The Marine is in heaven or, at least, the road leading into heaven. He had a fat, thick dick in his mouth with a hot enthusiastic mouth around his cock. This arrangement lasts for quite some time. Alex and Gert enjoy causing Will’s body to tremble and shake. Alex and Gert exchange glances knowingly, having encountered this arrangement before. Gert tells Will to leave the bed and get on his knees. Alex and Gert stand before him with both dicks side by side, allowing Will to suck each dick In turn and even trying to suck on both dicks at the same time. Will is undergoing a seismic change as he relishes the feel of each dick in his mouth. Will thinks to himself how he never expected to experience the wonders of a form of sex he had despised all his life. He couldn’t help but think about all the negative, homophobic sexual comments he heard routinely from his fellow Marines. Alex lifts Will off the floor and places him back on the bed. Gert offers his dick to Will to continue sucking.
With Will’s ass exposed, Alex begins his attack secretly. Alex rubs Will’s ass as he had previously, but now Alex introduces his fingers into the division between the ass cheeks. His fingers slide down between the butt crack and reach Will’s balls, which Alex rubs and jostles. Removing his hand, Alex lets his finger wipe easily over Will’s butt hole, pressuring the rosebud ever so slightly.
Will pulls his mouth away from Gert’s dick and utters, “I don’t know, Man.”
Alex replies, “I won’t hurt you.”
Will flinches. Alex brings his fingers to his mouth, covers them with saliva, and returns them to Will’s non-resistant hole. While rubbing his hole without penetration, Will mumbles an “Oh, yes.” After stimulating his ass for a while, Alex notices Will pushing his ass toward his finger. The finger obeys and, with the lubrication, begins to move inwardly. Will vigorously sucks Gert’s dick, moaning deeply as Alex’s single finger enters Will’s ass.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Will asks.
“Let me open you up first. One finger won’t do it. Just relax and let me reach your prostate. You’ll be ready for my dick.”
Alex withdrew his one finger, lubed up two together, and delicately plunged the two fingers into Will’s anxious hole. Two fingers led to three, and finally, four fingers immersed themselves in Will’s relaxed rectum. Alex worked Will’s ass until Will was moaning and working his ass, actually fucking the fingers.
“Don’t you want a dick inside you, Marine?”
Will pulled away from Gert’s dick, letting out an unexpected, “Fuck me, you bastard. That’s all you ever wanted was my ass.”
“You’re a pretty bright fellow. Let’s have some more beer, smoke another joint, and then we can take care of business.”
Gert rolls another joint in the alcove with everyone sitting around rock-hard. The beers and the weed vanish.
When the guys return to the bedroom, Will lies on his back with his legs over Alex’s shoulders. Alex again uses his fingers to open Will, so his dick will slide easily into the butt hole. Before offering his dick to Will, Gert kisses and sucks Will’s nipples, chewing on them as Will moans. After these teasing moments, Will blurts out, “When am I going to get some dick?”
Alex responds, “You’re begging to be fucked, and you’ve had only one blow job before tonight.”
“Can’t a guy want a new experience? Just let me feel the head of your cock pushing against my ass. I can take you since you opened me up with those four fingers.”
“O. K. Marine, you’ll get my dick inside you.”
That said, Alex spreads the pre-cum that has oozed out of him all over Will’s butt hole and the head of his cock.
“Here goes.”
Again, with pre-cum and saliva, Alex slid his dick into Will’s ass.
“Give it to me. I feel it. Put it in, and then start fucking me.”
Gert’s dick stays in Will’s mouth, Gert’s fingers on Will’s nipples, as Alex begins a slow and well-controlled fuck.
“You like that dick, Marine?”
“I’m where I never thought I’d be. You’re driving me into space.”
Gert reaches down and, with a slippery hand, starts jacking Will.
Alex, a fucker extraordinaire, pulls from his wealth of experiences, fucking Will’s ass with some of his many moves. Will keeps moaning, “Oh, yes. Keep it up. Keep it up. I didn’t know I wanted it so much.”
As the rhythm of all three men works toward a potential climax, Alex pulls his dick from Will’s ass.
“What are you doing? I’m ready to cum.”
“You’ll cum all right, but you’re going to fuck and give Gert the pleasure I’m giving you.”
Gert pulls, and Alex pushes Will onto the bed. With Will on his back with his erect thick lengthy pole sticking straight up in the air, Gert aims Will’s dick into his willing ass. Will takes his cue and begins fucking Gert. Alex straddles Will, allowing Will to suck his dick while he fucks Gert.
Gert compliments Will on his cock. “Your cock is hitting all the right spots. Nothing like a hot, handsome, young Marine fucking me the way I want it.”
Lost in the rapture of this incredible experience, Will lets out, ” I think I’m going to cum if you keep riding my dick.”
Alex replies, “Give me enough time to shoot into your mouth. You do want my cum, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gert slows down a bit, and Will pumps Gert’s ass with enthusiasm. “Ride it. I’m going to shoot off.” Alex works his dick furiously. Will explodes, “I’m cumming, oh, Sweet Jesus, I’m there, I’m there.” Alex tenses his balls, works his glans, and shoots into Will’s mouth. Intense breathing encompasses all three men. Gert remains sitting on Will’s cock that, eventually loses its erection and slides out of Gert’s ass easily. All three men lie on the bed beside one another in silence.
After they clean themselves in the bathroom, they dress. Entering the convertible, the men take their seats. Moments later, Will exits the car about a quarter mile before the Main Gate. Gert and Alex return to Gert’s apartment, smoke another joint, and sleep.
Back in the day, before d**g testing and before low-ranking Marines got a decent salary, many Marines were without transportation. At the end of the evening of drinking on Court Street, Marines had numerous choices for sexual activity. They could hitchhike or catch a ride toward Geiger and the Starlight outdoor movie theatre. The dark shadowy area allowed for group sex. The Marines met one another openly in the toilet of the concession stand. The action would move outside to sequestered but populated areas. Everything from unzipped, entirely dressed, barely squatting men giving blow jobs to bent-over naked asses fucking as if tomorrow would never come.
An adult bookstore was another choice. Across from the Ark drive-in on the way to Geiger, the Camera's Eye had a dark parking area between two buildings that offered a degree of privacy. All the video viewing booths were pretty large and had glory holes. Sometimes three ways happened in the stalls. The hottest action usually occurred in the early evening after working hours before the married Marines had to return to their wives. The other hottest times happened around the time the bars closed.
Another choice could be to wait until the bars close and head to the bus station toilets—the partitioned stalls and placement of the urinals allowed for a great deal of plausible deniability. Closed doors hid one Marine sitting on the toilet, blowing the Marine in front of him. Others could slip into a stall while the others stood in front of a urinal. Interruptions turn most often into group action. Three men would often surround a civilian on his knees. Men pulled the dick out of ass on more than one occasion. There was always a sentry who could warn the sexual a****ls inside.
The easiest choice was Jazzland or the streets where cars cruised Court Street looking for lonesome venturous souls. These souls opened themselves up to a hopefully satisfying experience of whatever nature. Many encountered professional transvestites who offered back alley blowjobs for a nominal price. These "girls" flooded downtown from Georgia, South Carolina, and Virginia on payday weekends.
Many Marines, however, chose to hitchhike back to base. Sometimes, many times they were looking for more than a ride. Those Marines wanted their bodies manhandled. They wanted to have a dick up their ass and have their dick sucked. And if the host's dick was big enough, the Marine wanted to suck it.
Into this environment, Alex and Gerhart (Gert, for short) sat relaxedly in the fashionable apartment. Alex was in his early 30s, as was Gert. Both were fine-looking men with ample dicks. Alex was the fucker, and Gert was the well of pleasure. At about 9:30 pm, Gert begins with, "It's great we got Anna out of here, so we can do what we want."
Alex, "What did you have in mind?"
"A stroll along the boulevard."
"I'm convinced."
In loose-fitting summer attire, the two men locked the apartment, only blocks off the main drag, put the top down on the red Chrysler convertible, and entered the stream of traffic. A code was in place. The Marine received an invitation if Alex and Gert discussed the fine weather. The Marine was dropped off at the Main Gate if the weather looked like rain.
Gert preferred Hwy 24 to the Main Gate rather than Hwy 17 to Geiger. That night Alex and Gert enjoyed the summer breeze while cruising the boulevard.
No desperation colored the evening. Alex and Gert were happy to drive along, seeking an encounter. It was not a night where every fencepost, mailbox, or road sign offered hope for a hot pick-up. While the pair stared with eagle eyes along the side of the road, Wilbur Brown was leaving Birdland.
The group Wilbur had been in town with was drinking too heavily for Wilbur. So Wilbur decided to head back to the base on his own. Not wanting to wait for the intermittent bus schedule, Wilbur headed up New Bridge Street toward Montfort Point and Hwy 24. He would hitchhike to the Main Gate.
Wilbur was a 19-year-old Marine, slightly drunk, who chose to call it an evening relatively early. Wilbur joined the Corps to escape his small town's claustrophobic world with its gossipy relatives. About five feet eight inches tall, weighing 170 pounds, he was fit and had played football all four years of high school. The problem Wilbur had was his beauty. Along with his handsome face, he had bright blonde hair, deep blue eyes, fair skin, and a blush of rose on his cheeks. But in his backwater town, his fellow athletes teased him because of his looks. Wilbur had a difficult time with social relationships.
He had a girlfriend during that time, but conservative ethical values prevented anything beyond kissing. Once, and only once, a distant relative, some second cousin's husband, had taken him fishing and used the creek as an excuse to swim and get Wilbur naked. Before the day ended, the relative convinced Wilbur to receive a blow job.
The alcohol caused his mind to drift back to that one sexual experience, which he compared to the talk of the enormous amount of sex his fellow Marines had experienced. Approaching the turn-off to Montfort Point, he continued plodding along the edge of the boulevard.
At that moment, heading in the opposite direction, Alex and Gert espied Wilbur. Continuing down Johnson Boulevard, Gert drove through the grounds of the Texaco gas station, made a quick U-turn, and headed toward the lonely Marine blocks away. The traffic was light that evening; however, Wilbur listened for any cars going his way. Gert pulled in front of Wilbur, whose slight thumbing gesture was almost unseen, and stopped.
Wilbur jogged to the edge of the car. Alex threw the passenger's door open and indicated the backseat to Wilbur.
"Where are you headed?" Gert queried.
"Back to base," Wilbur replied.
"A quiet evening?" Ales added.
"The guys I was with were getting too rowdy."
'" Were you looking for a good time," Gert interjected.
"What do you mean by a 'good time'?"
"Smoke some weed and chill."
"I haven't smoked in a while."
"Gert, here, has some dynamite shit, if you're interested?"
"Will you take me to the Main Gate after we smoke?"
Allen interjected, "I think the weather will remain calm, no rain in sight. Dropping you off won't be a problem."
"Sure, we'll take you to the Main Gate. We'll drop you off a little before the Main Gate, and you can catch a ride right into the base."
"So, where are you from?"
"A place no one has ever heard of, Twin Rivers, Indiana."
Gert now guides the convertible back to his apartment behind the Brynn Marr shopping center.
"No, I can't say as I have heard of it," Allen throws in. "So, what made you join the Corps?"
"A dumb mistake. No, I was only k**ding. My family wasn't too much on the college thing, and I didn’t want to stay in Twin Rivers. Being one of the few and the proud got to me.”
“What do you say we pick up some beers?” Gert suggested.
Allen and Wilbur chimed in with “Yeses.”
After picking up a twelve-pack of Bud, Gert pulled into the parking spot in front of his apartment. Not knowing what time the encounter would end, Gert put the top back up so the nightly moisture wouldn’t fall on the leather interior. Allen and Wilbur stood by the door, holding the beer, awaiting Gert’s unlocking the door.
Wilbur walked into a neat, crisp, modern apartment with light walls, framed artwork, a matching sofa and chair, and a Turkish rug completing the room.
Wilbur, “Boy, this beats the barracks.”
“Am I to take that as a compliment?”
“This place, your place, is incredible. Nice. Better than anything in Twin Rivers.”
“What do you say we pop some tops and roll a joint?” Gert asked.
Heads nod, and smiles appear.
In the alcove, a glass-top coffee table separates a loveseat and a side chair; Alex sits by Wilbur, and Gert sits across from them, rolling the joint. Wilbur eyes the amount of pot Gert is putting in the paper and smiles.
“So what should we call you?”
“I go by Will.”
“O.K. then Will, Will it is. I’m Alex, and our host is Gert.
When the great joint became ash, the conversation had touched on extreme partying, what a man can do for another man. Men and women have propositioned Will. And where Will stands on blow jobs versus fucking. Will admits to his one blow job from a distant relative, which lightens the room.
“So what do you say to a blow job right now?”
“Wow!”
In the dimly lighted room, Will spreads his legs, pressing against Alex.
Gert suggests getting another beer and heading into the dark brown bedroom with brown curtains. Even the bed covering and sheets are brown. Gert stops in the bathroom to clean out: Alex and Will proceed into the bedroom.
“You can throw your clothes on that chair, and I’ll put mine over here.”
Will reveals a tightly muscled, five percent body fat, hairless, except for his blonde pubes body. The few. The proud. The exceptional. Alex and Will lie side by side on the king-size bed.
Alex begins, “Go ahead. Grab it.”
Will reaches over slowly and wraps his hand around Alex’s cock. He feels a thick shaft and a mushroom head. Will immediately winces.
“Play with it. Explore it.”
Will releases his grip, only to wrap his fingers again around this hot cock that is making him hard without any effort or thought.
“Do you want me to suck it?”
“Only if you want to.”
Will continues holding Alex’s cock. Alex appreciates the beauty of Will’s body. Will leans over and gets close to Alex’s cockhead. Will squeezes the cock below the glans, enlarging the mushroom head, now silky smooth. Breathing in the manly aroma, Will places his lips on top of the head. Alex jerks slightly. Between the alcohol and the weed, Will pleasures himself in dark-felt fantasies, dreams he had suppressed so deeply they now exploded with abandon and surprise. Nevertheless, Will trembled helplessly as his mouth absorbed more of Alex’s dick. He couldn’t believe that half an hour ago, he was hitchhiking, and now he was sucking dick in the great environment.
At that moment, Alex found Will’s rock-hard dick. When Alex placed his hand on Will’s sweet, firm, farm boy cock, Alex tensed and pushed his dick deeper into Will’s mouth. Will kept Alex’s dick at that depth so he could tongue as much of the under shaft as possible. Will relished the intense feelings flowing through his body. Having cleaned himself out, Gert walks into the bedroom, enjoying Will sucking Alex and Alex holding Will’s dick.
Gert crawls into bed on the other side of Will. Gert pets Will’s perfect body. Gert and Alex both play with Will’s dick.
Gert speaks, “Will, why don’t you give my dick some of that mouth action?”
Will gives a last lick to Alex’s dick as he turns to Gert’s slightly larger and thicker dick. With Will on his left side sucking Gert, Alex scoots down in the bed and starts licking Will’s butt cheeks. Alex licks the ripe melons and even sinks his teeth into the pliable flesh. Will can’t believe his luck. He’s sucking on a big dick while his ass receives Alex’s tongue and mouth. Alex exits the bed and returns between Will and Gert as he sucks on Will’s dick.
The Marine is in heaven or, at least, the road leading into heaven. He had a fat, thick dick in his mouth with a hot enthusiastic mouth around his cock. This arrangement lasts for quite some time. Alex and Gert enjoy causing Will’s body to tremble and shake. Alex and Gert exchange glances knowingly, having encountered this arrangement before. Gert tells Will to leave the bed and get on his knees. Alex and Gert stand before him with both dicks side by side, allowing Will to suck each dick In turn and even trying to suck on both dicks at the same time. Will is undergoing a seismic change as he relishes the feel of each dick in his mouth. Will thinks to himself how he never expected to experience the wonders of a form of sex he had despised all his life. He couldn’t help but think about all the negative, homophobic sexual comments he heard routinely from his fellow Marines. Alex lifts Will off the floor and places him back on the bed. Gert offers his dick to Will to continue sucking.
With Will’s ass exposed, Alex begins his attack secretly. Alex rubs Will’s ass as he had previously, but now Alex introduces his fingers into the division between the ass cheeks. His fingers slide down between the butt crack and reach Will’s balls, which Alex rubs and jostles. Removing his hand, Alex lets his finger wipe easily over Will’s butt hole, pressuring the rosebud ever so slightly.
Will pulls his mouth away from Gert’s dick and utters, “I don’t know, Man.”
Alex replies, “I won’t hurt you.”
Will flinches. Alex brings his fingers to his mouth, covers them with saliva, and returns them to Will’s non-resistant hole. While rubbing his hole without penetration, Will mumbles an “Oh, yes.” After stimulating his ass for a while, Alex notices Will pushing his ass toward his finger. The finger obeys and, with the lubrication, begins to move inwardly. Will vigorously sucks Gert’s dick, moaning deeply as Alex’s single finger enters Will’s ass.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Will asks.
“Let me open you up first. One finger won’t do it. Just relax and let me reach your prostate. You’ll be ready for my dick.”
Alex withdrew his one finger, lubed up two together, and delicately plunged the two fingers into Will’s anxious hole. Two fingers led to three, and finally, four fingers immersed themselves in Will’s relaxed rectum. Alex worked Will’s ass until Will was moaning and working his ass, actually fucking the fingers.
“Don’t you want a dick inside you, Marine?”
Will pulled away from Gert’s dick, letting out an unexpected, “Fuck me, you bastard. That’s all you ever wanted was my ass.”
“You’re a pretty bright fellow. Let’s have some more beer, smoke another joint, and then we can take care of business.”
Gert rolls another joint in the alcove with everyone sitting around rock-hard. The beers and the weed vanish.
When the guys return to the bedroom, Will lies on his back with his legs over Alex’s shoulders. Alex again uses his fingers to open Will, so his dick will slide easily into the butt hole. Before offering his dick to Will, Gert kisses and sucks Will’s nipples, chewing on them as Will moans. After these teasing moments, Will blurts out, “When am I going to get some dick?”
Alex responds, “You’re begging to be fucked, and you’ve had only one blow job before tonight.”
“Can’t a guy want a new experience? Just let me feel the head of your cock pushing against my ass. I can take you since you opened me up with those four fingers.”
“O. K. Marine, you’ll get my dick inside you.”
That said, Alex spreads the pre-cum that has oozed out of him all over Will’s butt hole and the head of his cock.
“Here goes.”
Again, with pre-cum and saliva, Alex slid his dick into Will’s ass.
“Give it to me. I feel it. Put it in, and then start fucking me.”
Gert’s dick stays in Will’s mouth, Gert’s fingers on Will’s nipples, as Alex begins a slow and well-controlled fuck.
“You like that dick, Marine?”
“I’m where I never thought I’d be. You’re driving me into space.”
Gert reaches down and, with a slippery hand, starts jacking Will.
Alex, a fucker extraordinaire, pulls from his wealth of experiences, fucking Will’s ass with some of his many moves. Will keeps moaning, “Oh, yes. Keep it up. Keep it up. I didn’t know I wanted it so much.”
As the rhythm of all three men works toward a potential climax, Alex pulls his dick from Will’s ass.
“What are you doing? I’m ready to cum.”
“You’ll cum all right, but you’re going to fuck and give Gert the pleasure I’m giving you.”
Gert pulls, and Alex pushes Will onto the bed. With Will on his back with his erect thick lengthy pole sticking straight up in the air, Gert aims Will’s dick into his willing ass. Will takes his cue and begins fucking Gert. Alex straddles Will, allowing Will to suck his dick while he fucks Gert.
Gert compliments Will on his cock. “Your cock is hitting all the right spots. Nothing like a hot, handsome, young Marine fucking me the way I want it.”
Lost in the rapture of this incredible experience, Will lets out, ” I think I’m going to cum if you keep riding my dick.”
Alex replies, “Give me enough time to shoot into your mouth. You do want my cum, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gert slows down a bit, and Will pumps Gert’s ass with enthusiasm. “Ride it. I’m going to shoot off.” Alex works his dick furiously. Will explodes, “I’m cumming, oh, Sweet Jesus, I’m there, I’m there.” Alex tenses his balls, works his glans, and shoots into Will’s mouth. Intense breathing encompasses all three men. Gert remains sitting on Will’s cock that, eventually loses its erection and slides out of Gert’s ass easily. All three men lie on the bed beside one another in silence.
After they clean themselves in the bathroom, they dress. Entering the convertible, the men take their seats. Moments later, Will exits the car about a quarter mile before the Main Gate. Gert and Alex return to Gert’s apartment, smoke another joint, and sleep.
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