I went to sleep thinking about what had happened. I didn’t know what it made me, either, but I knew that Ben had touched something inside of me that no one had reached before. The next morning the four of us were dead tired from our orgy of the night before, barely managing to get up in time for the wedding. As I stood at the altar next to my bride, radiant in her flowing white dress, I tried to keep myself from thinking about the night before. I tried to listen to the priest’s words, but my mind kept returning to the image of all those men shooting their loads on me. I started to feel my cock stiffen in my tuxedo and prayed the hard-on would go away. But the harder I tried, the more the sounds and smells of fucking, sweaty bodies filled my head.
All of a sudden I heard the priest’s words. “Do you take this woman as your lawful wedded wife?”
I looked over at Ben and remembered how good his prick had felt sliding in and out of my asshole. I recalled waking up in his big, strong arms with my head against his chest. He looked back at me, his dark eyes filled with longing. I turned back to the priest. I knew I was going to have a lot of explaining to do as I opened my mouth and began, “Well, actually . . .”
Conduct Unbecoming
This is nothing more than my way of working out my frustrations over the military’s Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policies.
Thirteen weeks of active duty running training missions for fresh-hatched leathernecks hadn’t done much for my personality, and I wasn’t in the mood for any shit when I drove my mud-splattered Jeep into camp at the tail end of another day mucking through the forest with a plebe squadron. Aside from nightly jerk-off sessions, I hadn’t gotten laid in months, and I was getting real tired of having nothing to screw but my fist.
So when I saw the MP plates on the car parked in front of the office, I wished I’d just stayed back in the field. I’ve never met an MP I liked. They’re all officious little pricks who aren’t man enough to make it in real combat so they spend their lives hiding behind paperwork and getting off on making life miserable for us working grunts. I knew I was in for one long night.
As I got out of my Jeep and walked toward the office, I noticed the MP’s car was new, without a speck of dirt anywhere on the shiny white paint. Peering through the tinted window, I could see it had air-conditioning. I looked back at my patched-up desert rat, with its cracked windshield and wired-together transmission. Christ, I thought, look where a little ass kissing could have gotten you. You could be tooling around in this climate-controlled baby instead of drilling recruits in ninety-degree heat.
I opened the screen door to the office and went in, making sure I let it slam behind me. The MP was standing in front of my desk, looking over some progress reports I’d just typed up but hadn’t sent in yet. He looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four, probably fresh out of school. His reddish hair was cut close to his head, and his skin was almost as white as the paint job on his car outside. His crisp uniform looked freshly laundered, and his black shoes gleamed like they’d just come out of the box. I looked down at my filthy pants and sweat-soaked T-shirt and decided that one of us definitely looked out of place.
Hearing the door bang shut, he turned around. He had a wide face, with deep-set blue eyes and full lips. “Sergeant Caffrey?” he asked. I nodded. “My name’s John North. I’m with special projects, under Major Williams.”
That explained it. Williams was an old-timer, a real pain in the ass. He hated us drillers and was always ready to knock somebody back a peg or two if he got half a chance. If this kid was part of his team, it meant trouble.
“Under Williams, eh?” I said. “So what brings you down this way? I wouldn’t think there was much here to interest HQ. Just a bunch of baby marines learning how to grow up.”
“That’s just it, Sergeant Caffrey. Major Williams is concerned about recent problems in military morale. He’s asked me to visit some of the camps and see how things are going.”
“What kind of problems?” I asked. All I needed was this punk poking around my camp trying to dig up something that would satisfy Williams and win him a promotion.
North looked like he had to tell me he’d knocked up my sister. “Homosexuals, sir. You know we’ve been getting a lot of pressure from militant civilian groups that want us to allow homosexuals into the military. There are even some elements within the corps that are supporting the movement. We’re investigating to see if the problem is as widespread as some have reported.”
I stared North right in his eyes and sneered. “Queers in the marines?” I asked, frowning. “You’re here because you think there are queers in my unit?”
North was startled, and he looked down at his feet, away from my gaze. “Don’t take it personally, sir. This is a routine investigation. I’d just like to ask a few questions. If you don’t mind.”
And I have a few answers I’d like to give you, I thought. “Oh, hell. I guess if you have to you have to. Come on over to my tent and ask away.”
“Thank you, Sergeant,” he said. “I appreciate your time. I’m glad you understand how important it is that we do everything we can to stop this problem from destroying morale.”
“Anything I can do to help,” I said, slapping him on the back as we headed out the door. As we walked toward my tent, I watched North’s round ass. My cock started tugging in my pants when I thought about the smooth white skin under the uniform and how I’d like to run my hands over it. Yes, sir, I thought. This was going to be one hell of an interview, and North was going to learn a lot more than he bargained for.
My tent sat about a hundred yards away from the office, situated by the makeshift showers. I liked the isolation. It was quieter away from the main camp, and besides, it gave me a chance to watch the men wash up. I’d blown more than a few loads watching pairs of hunky marines soaping each other up when they thought no one was looking. You’d be amazed what a few weeks in the outback will do to a guy who never dreamed he’d be sucking his buddy’s spunk down his throat.
I opened the flap of my tent and ushered North in. He looked around at the sparsely furnished quarters, noting my cot, desk, and footlocker in one quick sweep. Apart from those few things, there wasn’t much else to see except for the pile of dirty fatigues in the corner waiting to be washed. I pulled out my desk chair and offered North a seat. “It’s not much,” I said. “But it’s home.”
He sat down and removed a small notebook from his pocket. He opened to a clean page and made a note with his pencil.
“You don’t mind if I change clothes, do you?” I asked. “These have taken quite a beating today.”
“No,” North answered. “Go ahead. I’m just going to ask you a few questions.”
I sat on my cot and unlaced my mud-caked boots. North turned a page in his notebook. “Have you seen any evidence of homosexual activity among your men?” he asked. This guy got right to the point.
I pulled off a boot and put it under my cot. “No, sir,” I replied. “Nothing like that with my boys.” I pulled off my other boot. “I’d definitely notice that kind of thing.”
North nodded, scribbling notes quickly. “What about any unusual behavior?”
I stood up and tugged my grimy T-shirt over my head. Even though I was ten years older than North, my body was in perfect condition. And my body wasn’t the result of a few hours a week on some wimpy machines in an air-conditioned gym; it was forged from plain old hard work. The weeks of working out with my men had molded my pecs into two hard mountains, and my stomach was flat and ripped. I flexed and ran my hand over the hairy planes of my belly.
I noticed North glance up at me. When I looked back, he turned away quickly, burying himself in his notebook. “What do you mean by unusual?” I asked, rubbing my hand over my rock-hard tits.
North coughed. “Well, anything like two men spending an inordinate amount of time together. Loners not associating with the group.”
I unbuttoned my fatigues and let them fall to the floor. The outline of my big marine artillery was clearly
visible through my white regulation boxers, and the thin cotton clung to my sweat-drenched skin, outlining every curve in sharp detail. I strolled over and stood right in front of North, my stiffening cock inches from his face.
Lazily rubbing my nuts, I slid the leg of my shorts up until the head of my prick was exposed. Dick drool was leaking from my swelling head and clinging to the thick dark hair on my thighs. “Is this the kind of behavior you’re referring to, North?” I asked.
Before he could answer, I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him roughly off the chair and to his knees. He hit the ground with a soft thud, the notebook and pencil falling out of his hand. Keeping a firm hold on the scruff of his neck, I shoved his face into my crotch, stifling anything he might have been trying to say by pushing my cock against his mouth.
At first, North struggled against me, the velvet of his shaved head working against my hand as he tried to break free. But years of hard fieldwork made me much stronger than the classroom-raised paper pusher, and the harder he fought, the harder I ground his face into my steamy forest. Realizing he couldn’t break my grip, North finally relaxed. His mouth began to travel along my shaft in long strokes, his lips sucking hungrily through my boxers. When he reached the swollen head, he slid his mouth around it, lapping up the heavy dew that was streaming out in sticky trickles. His tongue was hot and soft, and I wanted to feel him sucking the length of my prick, coaxing my load into his throat. But this game was only beginning, and before he could get any more in his mouth, I pushed him back.
I let go of his neck and shucked my shorts down. Freed from its prison, my prick stood out, arcing up and then falling back down as the big head broke the curve and dragged toward earth again. North stared wide-eyed at my thick, hairy shaft, then his eyes moved to the pair of bull nuts hanging between my legs. I looked down at him, at the mixture of fear and lust on his face, and saw a bulge sticking out from his neatly pressed trousers.
North leaned forward and tried to take my dick into his mouth, but I slapped his cheek. “Not so fast,” I barked. “You only get what I give you, and only when I say so.” He sat looking at me, his mouth begging me to free him from his frozen position. I let him wait a minute so he could think about what it would be like to suck my meat, sliding my hand slowly along my pole, rubbing the precum into my skin with my thumb. Then I pressed the greasy tip of my prick against his face, wiping a smear of cock spit across the pink blush of his clean-shaven cheek. Holding my dick loosely, my fingers around my balls, I traced the outline of his mouth, almost letting him encase my dick with his lips before moving quickly away and traveling down his neck.
I could see North was dying to suck me off, but I was enjoying teasing him. Several times I pushed my prick toward his mouth, each time changing course at the last second and leaving him hungry, his lips half-parted. Pretty soon his face and neck were coated in my precum, which he eagerly licked from around his mouth. I turned and sat on my cot, leaning back against the wall of the tent.
“I’m feeling a little sticky,” I said to North. “Why don’t you come over here and give me a good tongue washing.”
The MP stood up and started to come toward me. “No,” I commanded. “I want you to crawl.”
North dropped and moved across the floor, the knees of his spotless pants picking up dirt, his hands in the dust. When he reached the cot, he knelt between my legs, looking up at me with his baby blue eyes. I put one big foot on his shoulder, smudging his white shirt with a streak of dirt.
“Start here,” I ordered.
North began licking my foot slowly, caressing the sides gently. He ran his tongue in between my toes, drawing each one into his mouth and washing off the day’s work. He treated each toe like a cock, eagerly rolling his tongue around it and sucking steadily. When he was finished with the first foot I slung my leg over his shoulder, resting against him and letting him run his hand over my thigh, and put my other foot against his face. He gave it the same treatment, lapping up the grime and slurping at the skin hardened from daily seven-mile hikes in unforgiving regulation boots.
When he was finished with my feet, North moved slowly up my calf, lapping at the thick muscles of my leg and rubbing his cheek against my furry thighs. As he washed me, I stroked my aching meat, tugging a stream of quicksilver up from my waiting nuts and using it to slick the shaft. His tongue was leaving burning trails behind it as he slid over my skin, and the sight of his handsome face cleaning up my dirty legs was really stoking the heat in my balls.
When North reached my crotch, he tried once more to get his mouth on my cock. But again I pushed his head away. “Not until the rest of me is nice and clean,” I said harshly. I was teasing him mercilessly, but I was also tormenting myself. The thought of making North beg for my cock made me rock hard, and waiting created a delicious burn that crept slowly up my thighs and spread into my belly. Every time I held him back brought the pressure in my groin higher and higher, and I knew that when it blew I was going to shower everything in sight with my cum.
I lifted my arm and put it behind my head, flexing the muscle and exposing the forest of sticky hair. I pulled North up from his position between my legs and buried his face in my dank pit. It must have smelled like a barn in there after all the sweating I’d done, but he worked on me like it was a pool of fresh water and he’d been in the desert for three days without a drink. He sank his nose in my ripe fur and ground his face against me, his mouth working over the muscles of my shoulder and in and out of every inch of my underarm.
I let North roam free for the time being, and he proceeded to bathe the rest of me, sliding his mouth over my chest, licking up every bit of dust he could from the coarse, black hair that blanketed my skin. His lips surrounded my nipple, and he bit gently, his tongue massaging my bud into a frenzy. After exploring my other armpit, he worked his way down my stomach, licking out every valley thoroughly, like a lion washing its fur. His tongue swept into my navel, digging in and cleaning it out.
Seeing the young MP sucking up my grime was really working me up. I wanted to flip him over right there and pound the shit out of his virgin butt. Instead, I pushed his head into my groin. “Suck my nuts, boy,” I growled. “I know you’ve been waiting for them. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll let you have a taste of my cock.”
North’s mouth worked steadily at my hairy ballsac. One at a time, he pulled my nads in and rolled them around on his tongue, letting them slip into his throat like pieces of fresh fruit. Then he ran his tongue underneath my sac, causing me to shudder as he passed over the sensitive spot just under my nuts. I spread my legs wider, resting them on his back, and pulled my balls up with my hands to reveal the path to my asshole. North hesitated, and I pressed against his back with my feet, plunging his face headlong into my hairy ass crack and making him slurp up the funk between my meaty cheeks. I felt him probe my pucker tentatively and pushed against his face. His tongue slipped into my slimy butthole, and I groaned as he drank in my ass juice.
With long strokes, North ran his mouth from my asshole to my balls, bathing me and soaking my crack with his spit. Every so often he would swirl his tongue around my hole or tug on my balls with his lips. His brush cut was rubbing against my nuts and thighs with the movement of his head, and I felt my balls start to rise up toward the base of my cock as my excitement mounted.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. Grabbing North’s collar, I pulled him up to my waiting prick. His tongue washing had worked my crank up into a pounding throb, and a steady stream of dick lava was running down my pole. I pressed my cockhead against North’s lips, letting him taste me. Then I slid a few inches into his mouth, feeling his lips stretch to surround my thickness like a hand grasping my shaft.
Pushing brutally on his head, I slid North’s head down my full length. At first he gagged, but I quickly shoved my fat head past his gullet, and soon I was buried deep in his throat. Slowly I rode his face, pulling out and letting him take a breath before filling him up again. When
my nuts were banging his chin, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “You’re a pretty good little cocksucker, North, you know that? Knew it the minute I laid eyes on that pretty face of yours. You like hosing down my big prick, boy?”
North tried to speak, but with my hard-on blocking his windpipe, all that came out was a muffled grunt. I felt the muscles in his throat vibrate against my shaft as he attempted to speak and almost lost my cargo on the spot.
I pulled out a little so North could speak. “Yes, sir,” he said breathlessly. “I like sucking your cock.”
I looked down at his face, into his eyes begging me for more. “Is that any way for a military man to act?” I said gruffly. “I’d say this is a clear case of conduct unbecoming, North. You better think about whether a court-martial is worth it before you do any more sucking on that dick.”
North answered me by running his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapping his mouth around my engorged head. I slammed my rod back down his throat and started to thrust more quickly. The harder I pumped his throat, the hungrier he got, taking every inch of me as it coursed in and out of his mouth. North’s spit had slicked me up, and as I fucked his face drool spilled from his lips, staining the front of his shirt. I wanted badly to let my load fly down his throat and fill his belly with my cream. But just when I was about to come, I yanked my cock out of his mouth and stood up. “Get up,” I ordered him, the spunk steaming in my nuts as it screamed to be let loose.
North scrambled to his feet and stood in front of me. I grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it down the front, scattering buttons under the cot. Exposed, North’s chest was hairless. I ran my hand over it, feeling the muscles tense under the smooth skin, sensing the wild beat of his heart as he waited to see what was going to happen to him. Pinching his tits hard between my fingers, I pulled them out until they stood at attention, smiling when he winced.
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