Obliging, Henry willingly sank to his knees. Cody unzipped with his right hand, holding Henry’s head at bay with his left. Once free from his jeans, saluting in all his engorged glory, he pulled Henry by the hair to his expecting cock.
“I’ve waited all week for this,” his voice was gruff as he pushed Henry’s mouth onto its weeping head. “I don’t wait for anyone, but I waited for you, Henry Clark.”
Henry had imagined this exact scenario all week. The Marine’s cock was exactly what he’d expected: thick, long and cut. He took him deep and fast.
He waited for me. If his lips hadn’t been wrapped around the man, Henry knew he’d be smiling at the thought. This man had been as obsessed all week as he had. Whatever this crazy animal attraction was between them, it wasn’t a one way street.
With the tip of his stiffened tongue, Henry swiped around the ridge of the domed head and then followed lightly with his front teeth.
“Oh yeah. Do me like that. Just like that.”
I’m going to make you come undone. Your head won’t be turning to look at any of those hot boys on the base when I’m done with you. You’re going to crave my mouth, only my mouth. Henry was determined to make Cody want exactly what he wanted from Henry.
Lost in the sensation, his own cock grew stiffer every time the Marine pulled on his hair and groaned. Inching his hands up the back of Cody’s thighs, Henry let his fingers stray to the hard, round muscles of his ass. With a hand on each cheek, he pressed forward, forcing the throbbing sensation to reach close to the back of his throat. He wanted to gag, but consciously told himself not to, determined to show Cody he could take everything he was giving, which Henry estimated to be close to seven, thick inches.
“God, you suck like a pro.” Continuing to drive deep, “I could live with my cock in your mouth. You love this, don’t you? Sucking my cock. I’ve been hard for you for a week. I wanted to ram my cock up your hot ass last Sunday in that bathroom stall.”
Henry moaned at the last part of the Marine’s monologue, remembering the pressure of what it felt like to have Cody pressed against him, restraining him.
“Yeah, you like that thought, huh? You can’t wait to feel my cock buried in your ass. I know that’s what you want. You don’t just want to be on your knees, you want to be on all fours feeling me ram into you. I can’t wait to feel you under me buried in your tight ass.” Cody was driving relentlessly into Henry’s mouth and he was lost to both the sensation and his own fantasy. “You are going to bottom for me and no one else.” Pulling Henry’s hair so that he’d look up at him. “You got that, my bottom only.”
Attempting to stare intently into Henry’s eyes, Cody appeared to be trying hard to remain focused. “You bottom only for me.” He was looking for a response.
Henry nodded, sending him over the edge, thrusting to the back of Henry’s throat, thick hot spurts lining Henry’s mouth. “Suck it all down, fag. Take every drop, you dirty fag.”
With red flags popping up left and right, Henry’s throat closed. Oh God, is he a gay hater? Is he going to kill me or something? Henry started to choke as his fight or flight mechanism steamrolled into control.
With a final loud grunt-like moan and thrust, Cody shot the last of his load into Henry’s mouth, holding him tight and close, forcing him to swallow.
A shiver of fear wracked through Henry’s body, which Cody mistook for a shiver of pleasure. “That was freaking intense.” And in one swift move he pulled Henry to his feet, surprising him as he pulled him close, in what appeared to be a tender bear hug.
“Damn you are good. That may be the best blow job I’ve ever had in my life. My legs are like jello, I need to sit.” He led Henry toward the couch, playfully tugging him down next to him.
Overwhelmed by what had just transpired, Henry remained silent. What is this guy’s story? he wondered. Gay? Straight? Straight who can’t admit he’s gay? Gay hater? Henry’s head was spinning from a situation that was hot as all get out one minute, and the next had him fearing for his life. People say weird shit in the throes of passion, thought Henry, but seriously, Cody’s homophobic declarations had made his blood run cold.
With his legs spread wide, the big Marine pulled Henry between his muscular thighs with Henry’s back resting against his chest, stroking his hair tenderly as he brushed the soft ginger waves away from his forehead. Lying like that, in silence, Henry was struck by the polar essence of the situation. This was so soft and tender and loving. What had occurred earlier had been hot and frenzied and tinged with more than just an edge of danger.
Taking a deep breath, Henry allowed himself to relax against Cody.
“I wish I could stay the night, but I’ve got to be back on base.”
Henry just nodded, not quite sure what to make of it.
Snaking his hands around into Henry’s lap, Cody unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and tugged at his zipper. “I can be a pretty selfish guy, but you did such a great job getting me off tonight, I’d hate not to return the favor.”
“It’s ok,” Henry stammered, not quite sure if his voice was hitching from excitement or fear, or some unhealthy combination of the two. Part of him just wanted to melt back into Cody, close his eyes and fall prey to the master’s touch, yet a strong instinctual murmur sang a different tune, desperately wanting to be locking the door to his apartment behind the Marine.
“No, it’s not. See, maybe you are making a gentleman out of me yet,” he laughed, his hand gently stroking Henry to almost immediate hardness.
Freaking traitor. You little ho! Henry silently chastised his erection. It felt so damn good as Cody used both hands to slowly stroke him from base to tip, one hand after the next, slowly rubbing his thumb over the slit and then rubbing the slickness back down his throbbing shaft. With his face nestled in Henry’s neck, Cody softly bit a trail from right below his ear to the nook at the top of his shoulder.
Henry heard himself moan, which elicited a sexy, guttural rumble from Cody, “Look how you react to my touch. Just like you did in that bathroom, hardening in my hands.”
With a snake charmer’s prowess, Henry’s already erect cock stiffened even more within the mastery of Cody’s hands. “Look what I can do to you. I’m going to make you shoot come all over yourself. You’re going to do that for me, aren’t you?”
Leaning his head back onto Cody’s chest, Henry felt as if his eyes were going to roll back into his head. His moment of relaxation came to an abrupt halt as his head was jerked back by a savage tug on his hair.
“I asked you a question,” Cody hissed into his ear. “You’re going to come all over yourself for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Henry nodded. His head still immobilized.
“You’re so hot, letting me jerk you off all over yourself for me. I can’t wait to see what else you’ll do for me.”
With both of Cody’s hands now back working his cock, Henry let himself slide back to the other side where his consciousness’ sole focus lay within another’s grasp.
“I want you to do this for me,” Cody whispered.
The build was quick, climbing rapidly toward release as Henry heard a grunting sound that seemed to be in the distance, but as the warm spurt hit his chest, he knew it had been him.
Cody’s arms tightened around him, “You are so hot. You have no idea how hot you are. Every guy in that bar wanted you the day I first saw you, but I knew you were going to be mine.”
Closing his eyes, suddenly exhausted after both the adrenaline rush and his orgasm, Henry knew that Cody’s words were true. They both knew he’d be his. A slight stubble grazing his neck felt comforting as they sat there, wrapped up in one another.
Henry had not anticipated that the big Marine would be a snuggler. He’d pegged him as a “come and go” kind of guy and thought post-blow job the dude would be out the door. But he’d stayed. He’d stayed to make sure Henry came and to just hang out, with Henry snug in his tight embrace.
“You know I don’t l
ike sharing,” Cody’s tone was serious.
Turning in his arms, Henry locked onto his pale blue eyes, knowing his own were dancing with laughter as he broke into a hearty laugh, “No kidding. I never would’ve guessed that.”
Breaking into a handsome smile of his own, the big Marine laughed at himself, “Yeah, I guess I made that clear the day we met. You’ll bottom for me?” He was now asking permission, something that didn’t seem very characteristic.
Afraid to admit that he’d never actually done anything but bottom, Henry nodded slightly, not breaking eye contact.
“I can’t wait to be with you again. I’ll get an overnight pass for next time so I don’t have to leave. I don’t want to leave,” Cody’s tone was sincere.
When he closed his apartment door behind him that night, Henry stood there for a long moment, motionless. Confused. The man was strong, passionate, hot, scary, beautiful, intense, cold, confusing and confounding.
What the hell happened here today, Henry wondered. Picking up a throw pillow off the couch, he brought it to his face, inhaling the clean, citrus scent of the handsome Marine. Never in his life, not even as a boy with Jimmy, had he felt such an incongruous combination of fear and lust. He wanted this man, like he’d never wanted another, but the red flags were everywhere, popping up to warn him, a swimmer caught in a dangerous riptide about to take on a massive, perilous wave for the ride of his life.
But it was easy to ignore the waving red sheaths when all he could see were ice-blue eyes in an exceedingly handsome face.
Both Edwin and Stephen would tell him to be careful, but chalk it off to people say crazy stuff when testosterone is flooding their systems.
“Oh please,” Edwin waved his hand dramatically, “how many times have we all said the ‘L’ word to a one night stand when we’re coming. Passion overload. People say weird shit when they’re in the middle of it. That’s all it probably was. He becomes the big, tough Marine when you have him at his most vulnerable. You said he was great the rest of the time.”
Nodding, Henry agreed. “He was amazing. Warm, funny, fun. We had a really great afternoon hanging out together.”
“Edwin’s probably right,” Stephen agreed, passing the bowl of popcorn. “Sounds like that is just his dirty talk. Everyone has their own brand of dirty talk.”
And that was exactly what Henry wanted to hear.
He had called Henry to let him know that he’d be a little late. There was some Washington brass visiting the base and all officers were required to attend a cocktail function, but what Henry was not prepared for, was seeing Cody standing at his door in full dress blues, carrying a small overnight bag.
Weak at the knees, Henry was speechless looking at the handsome vision before him, his cock already at a full salute.
Holding up his bag with a smile, “I have a pass until tomorrow.”
Welcoming him, Henry’s feelings were mixed. Cody had not left his thoughts, not for one second. He wanted more than anything to taste his mouth again, feel his arms around him. But spending a night together. This guy just moved fast and took what he wanted. But damn, he was so beautiful and standing there in full dress uniform was making Henry’s heart burst. This man just had so much power and presence.
“I missed you,” Cody confessed, as if reading Henry’s mind. “And I don’t know why. I hardly know you.”
“I missed you, too,” Henry’s admission was out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Like a large cat stalking its prey, Cody was on Henry, backing him with force into the wall, a hand quickly on either side of his face, before his mouth came down with an urgency neither man fought.
Wrapping his arms around Cody’s waist, Henry pulled him close, needing to feel the Marine’s hardness against his own. Running his hand down to his ass, he could feel how hard Cody was for him, how much he wanted him, and Henry felt powerful again, as he stood wrapped around this man in a uniform that screamed badass motherfucker. This man was a captain in the United States Marine Corps and he had a raging hard-on just for him. Damn.
Wanting him still in uniform when he went down on him, Henry began to undo Cody’s belt under the blue dress uniform jacket.
“Let me take my coat off,” Cody began.
Shaking his head, Henry succeeded unfastening the belt.
Laughing, Cody realized Henry was turned on by the uniform, “Hell, for your killer blow job, I will wear it every time,” and he pulled Henry’s mouth in for another consuming kiss, exploring and conquering every last inch.
With his hand inside Cody’s dress trousers, Henry slowly stroked him until he was what he would describe as painfully hard. The man’s cock was standing straight up, with his soft, velvety head already leaking pre-come. “Are you ready to be thanked for your service to this country?”
As he sank to his knees, Henry thought that Cody was also totally getting off that he was in uniform. The big, highly decorated Marine was getting his cock sucked. As it should be.
Tightly grabbing handfuls of Henry’s hair, Cody was in no mood for anything but getting off, driving deep into Henry’s mouth, his rhythm relentless. It wasn’t long before he got what he wanted, finishing with the declaration that made Henry’s throat and shoulders tighten, “Yes, suck me, fag.” His knees quivered as he unloaded the last spurt, deep into Henry’s throat.
They stayed there like that for a few minutes, his hands still holding Henry’s head, before he gently began to run his fingers through the soft waves. Pulling Henry to his feet, Cody tipped Henry’s head back, gently biting at his lips before consuming his mouth again.
“Henry Clark, you are a fine addiction,” he whispered, his embrace tightening. “Now let me get out of uniform and I’ll take you out for dinner. What are you in the mood for?”
“Anything but meat.” Henry’s smile was sly.
Breaking into a handsome grin, the irresistible dimple claiming his right cheek, and giving him an air of boyishness, Cody nodded, “Guess you’re already up to the dessert course.”
Two bottles of wine and dinner at the Crest Cafe had them staggering back into Henry’s apartment a little past 1 A.M. As Henry tried to get the key into the lock, Cody pressed up behind him, flattening him against the door. Henry could feel his urgency pressing into him, reminding him of their initial meeting at The Hole.
“You know just what I want, don’t you,” his lips grazed Henry’s ear.
“Think you still can after all that wine,” Henry taunted.
“Get the key in the fucking door, Henry. Now,” he demanded.
As the door opened, their combined weight pressing against it caused them to stumble in. In a drunken fit of laughter, they amused themselves, as they barely landed on their feet.
Looking at the handsome Marine, Henry thought how young he looked now that he was drunk and relaxed. His military bearing appeared softer, and when he looked back at Henry, there was that smile with the one dimple.
I could fall in love with that lone dimple, Henry thought to himself as he stood there staring at him.
Cody closed the space between them with two strides. Snaking his arms around Henry’s waist, he let his hands drop to his ass, pulling him tight against his erection.
“It’s about time I saw you without your clothes on.” The dimple had reappeared. “I want to be deep in your ass right now.”
Taking him by the hand, Henry led Cody into his bedroom for a slow dance of clothes falling by the wayside as they tasted one another’s mouths and necks, felt fingers pressing deep into the flesh of each other’s backs, and stood uncovering the nuances they’d yet to discover.
Gripping Henry’s face in his large right hand, Cody’s steely eyes turned hard and serious. “I wasn’t kidding the day we met, you don’t dance with another, you don’t flirt with another, no one else fucks you.”
Bringing up a hand to grasp Cody’s wrist, “You’re asking a lot for someone I’ve just met. Don’t you think that might be a little soon?” Henry had
no desire to be with anyone else, but was certainly not going to disclose that fact.
“A little soon?” And there was the dimple. “I’m about to fuck your ass and spend the night with my arms wrapped around you. Is that a little soon?”
“Yeah, it’s a lot soon.”
“Isn’t that what you want?” Cody seemed surprised.
“It is what I want. It’s just,” Henry ran a hand through his thick hair, “confusing. It’s really confusing. It’s like here’s this thing between us that is clearly just a physical thing and then you have these demands of me.” Give me something, anything. Something that this is more than just a throwaway fuck.
As Cody’s muscles tightened, his spine stiffened and straightened, making him appear even larger and more intimidating. “I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know what this is, Henry. It’s not a one-night stand. You’re not just some flighty guy I’m going to fuck and forget. I can’t get you out of my freaking mind. But I don’t know what this is. I want you. I want to dominate you, but then I want this other thing with you.” He stopped, a pained look on his face. “Am I even making sense?”
“Sort of.” Henry stared at his handsome face.
“Do you want me to go?”
They stood there naked, facing one another. The long moment of silence filled with words neither had the capacity to express.
“Not until morning,” Henry’s voice was soft.
The relaxation of Cody’s muscles was visible and he began to shake out his shoulders. “Good. That’s good.” He looked down, as if trying to formulate a thought before verbalizing it. When he looked up, he locked eyes with Henry’s. “Do you want me to do this to you?”
“I thought I did,” he paused. “I think I do. But what I want right now is for us to get in bed and just get to know each other.”
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