Marine Life

Lieutenant Roald M. Grier had come a long way since those days in the kitchens. Had become far more experienced with the way Marines function. Had been formed into an amazing specimen of the human animal. And, still managed to keep a certain secret.

He stood now, on the runway tarmac of his new station, an island somewhere in the south Pacific, fairly close to the ongoing strife in Indonesia. He looked magnificent in his starched Marine Blues, glittering brocade, dazzling buttons and blindingly patent dress shoes. The hard brim of his uniform cap barely shielded the fire locked burning inside his almost chartreuse eyes. The reflection of sun off his shoulder brocade caressed the sharp angle and smooth skin of his cheekbones. He was the picture in the "join the marine" posters. He was the epitome of American Masculinity.

The sergeant who had come up to greet him saluted efficiently, he saluted back..smiled and put his great hand out to shake. The sergeant met it with his own. The grips firm but friendly, not too long, not too short and perfunctory, two MEN greeting each other, that is all. He handed the sergeant his bags and followed to the jeep.

During the drive from the airstrip to the base he found out that the sergeant was to be his personal aide. He was informed of the situation in the gulf there and also about the island itself. It had been mostly uninhabited until the occupation. The original settling and construction crews had only discovered the traces of a village and the ruin of a temple to one of the local island gods. He had a soothing voice, deep and smooth, like a good cognac, sweet and friendly but with the obvious tone of deferment duty calls to a superior officer. Roald started to like the man. His command of the language was more than adequate, In fact, quite impressive. He was a man who chose his words carefully, with thought, with direction. It matched his personality ...Directed. A perfect Marine in every sense.

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Unexpectedly the jeep swerved to avoid a fallen branch in the un paved road, it was then that Roald noticed the huge thighs and muscular calves of this affable fellow. His Dress shorts looked painted on his thighs, painted up to his waist, where they were fastened with wide military issue gun belt complete with gun. The gun was the first unusual thing Roald noticed. It was not military issue. A chrome plated 44 magnum. Beautiful. Heavy. Powerful. The light caught its stock as they rounded a corner sending rainbow spectra under the strong brows of the gigantic man behind the wheel. It showered his massive arms with colors and set his almost black eyes a flame. Then, much to his relief, it passed as they approached the check point.

Papers checked, Debriefed, and settled in the VIPs quarters ( a 2 bedroom bungalow with dining room and large kitchen, one bath and a half and office) which he was to share with the sergeant. He had learned at the debriefing that his name was Leo Gan, and that he was not to be his aide but personal secretary and right hand man. He also learned that he and Leo were to share the quarters. This did not annoy him, in fact he found himself quite excited at the prospect. Something about the man was enticing. He couldn't put his finger on it, was it his scent, subtle, clean, male; his attitude and the care with which he chose his words; his ...... Roald couldn't figure it ....yet!

Unusually for the Marine Corp, this time things weren't quite ready for him to start his operations there, so, pleasantly surprised, he found that he and Leo had an extra day to get to know each other before things were to start. Jet lagged and mildly confused by the time change he decided to turn in.

He woke to a knock at the door. It was still light and he didn't know if he had slept all night or it was later that evening. It was the next morning. 08.30hrs he learned from a sort of smiling Leo. He rose and did his toilet. Came from the bathroom a new man, a man at home. Over coffee Leo informed him he had taken the liberty of planning a tour of the island for him and, if they left now, they could make a spectacle that had occurred everyday since the Marines had been there. It sounded interesting so together they marched out the door to the jeep.

After about a half hour drive they rose a steep incline to come to a halt at a tremendous vista overlooking a volcanic and prehistoric looking conglomeration of tide pools and grottoes. Leaving the jeep they hiked down the cliffs and "made camp" on one of these rock formations. Leo had brought breakfast and they ate while they talked. It was approaching 10.00hrs when Leo suggested Roald look to his left at a specific rock formation, which he did. There was a rumbling in the ground and suddenly a great spout or steam and water shot out of the pool in the center of the formation. It arced up high catching the morning sun and causing a double rainbow, fell groundward. "happens every 4 or 5 hours" Leo volunteered... "i discovered it last week ..beautiful isn't it!" a statement not a question.

Roald merely nodded in amazement. Leo stood and walked in the opposite direction. R. followed out of interest, thinking maybe there was more to see. Both of them stopped on another outcropping of the volcanic rock and looked out across the blue green ocean and the breakers at the edge of the reef. There was another rumble and another spout rose skyward, this one much closer. Its decent drenched the two watchers. soaked them to the skin. The water was foul and sulfurous, smelled bad and stung at their eyes. Roald took off in the direction of the edge of the rocks and stripped naked. rinsed his shorts and T in the ocean and layed them to dry out. then stepped into the crystal clear waters and rinsed himself, diving to rinse his hair. He surfaced to see Leo stepping into the water also naked.

The sun turning the sulphides water droplets into gems resting against his chest, legs, and washboard abdomen. The largest of them all hung from the head of his cock. Like a giant diamond on the scepter of a King. A giant rivulet on the scepter of his manhood. A wave splashed into his eyes and the vision was gone. Leo was immersed and rinsing too. Laughing at no-one in particular "sometimes they get you by surprise " he boomed gleefully. "there are towels up there" pointing, "dry off.. we should be dry in no time"

Roald stepped out of the tepid ocean and clambered up to where Leo had pointed. There on the outcrop were two towels laying on the flat part of the formation. He chose one and stretched out his body. Rubbing the excess water off his frame like a squeegee..down his face and neck, shoulders and the flesh of his chest, the ripples of his ribcage and his hard flat stomach. Up from his ankles and calves, thighs and buttocks. Finally resting against his large flaccid cock. Giving a gentle squeeze there and resting.

A shadow blocked the sun and Roald squinted up at the black silhouette of Leo. It had been years since Roald had lifted weights seriously, but from the corona of light about Leos torso, it was obvious that it was only a matter of days for Leo. He boomed a laugh again and put his arms behind his head sort of half blocking the glare from Roalds eyes. The outline of every ripple in his ribcage, every dimple in those huge shoulders, the bulbous forms of his biceps and lats, all had a crown of sunlight. It made Roald get half hard under his on hand that was resting on his groin. Leo, amazingly graceful, seemed to float down beside him on the empty towel. He turned and looked up at his face only to be met with flashing white teeth and those dark penetrating eyes. They both laughed. Laughed hard and long. True comrades.

Talk came easy to them. Where each had been stationed. What they had done there. Where they liked it best. Who had what family where. Stuff like that.

Roald slipped the occasional glance down Leos body, seeing the way his chest flexed when he laughed, the way his stomach folded into ripples when he stretched, and noticing the full balls and thick meat laying across his thigh. Half hard he though. He looked himself down, noticing the way his body differed, the way he tensed and relaxed in laughter, and he had a hard on. Leo made a joke about its size. It was not small It was much larger than Leos. The pulsing of his heart caused it to throb visibly. Leo said it was a very nice piece of handiwork and that Roald was a lucky man. They laughed again.

Roald got bold. Reached across the small gap between their bodies and gave Leos cock a gentle squeeze commenting " that if it was hard I would be pressed to win a contest"..They laughed again Easily, carelessly, at ease with each other. and It did get hard. Very hard Almost as big as Roalds. Perhaps a half inch shorter and an inch not as round. still a big dick considering the 11 fat inches he had. Roald could barely control himself. He took the offensive and as Leo talked more , laying back with his eyes closed, he took his meat in his mouth and tongued the inside of his foreskin. Leo bolted at first touch but relaxed almost instantly. A gently movement in his hips signalling consent. A firm embrace of Roalds shoulders adding approval and forcing his head further down the shaft of his dick.

Roald mashed his scrotum between four fingers and a thumb, carefully avoiding the large low hanging balls, tactfully manipulating the skin, while his other hand reached up and pinched Leos nipples. A sudden contraction in the base of his meat signaled orgasm. The contraction of those giant hands around his shoulders, the flood of cum into his mouth, the utter rigidity of his thighs and stomach signaled it body and soul. ROald managed to get his mouth off the geysering shaft before he was overwhelmed by hot sperm. Only to be showered in it. His face , hair, eyes (which stung), and nostrils . then Leo relaxed and sighed a almost laughing release. and loosened the grip on Roalds shoulders.

Roald swallowed his mouthful and went to the water to rinse off. Upon his return Leo was half asleep with a slight smile. Roald stood over his body and gently lowered his knees onto the prostrate mans shoulders. His cock head above the mans mouth and his balls gently scratching the mans stubble. Jerking slowly with purpose he eventually came all over Leos face. Leo had opened his mouth and caught some of the stream as it shot not above the brow as did the first few spasms but across his cheeks and chin. Licking his lips he closed it again and swallowed. then he reached up and hugged Roald down ontop of his body and they passed out in the sun.

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