They were descending on the eastward slope when Randy spotted a side road its course and terminus concealed by trees. He decided to take it on a whim, figuring they'd follow it for quite a few miles and have plenty of gas in the tank to double back if necessary. Unbeknownst to either of them, both Mike and Randy hoped that one would find the other irresistible. They were mutually attracted to one another, but neither was aware of the others feelings, it was indeed an inner torture. Eight miles from leaving the main highway they found what was to become a "safe harbor."
Mike And Randy
Hitching A Ride
The GI, Dave was his name, laughed again and said it looked like I was throwing a boner. What could I say? It was obvious. He told me to take it out so it wouldn't get too much strain from the cramped shorts. I hesitated and he urged me on so I undid my fly and pulled out my throbbing prick. He commented on the size of it in comparison with my body. He asked me if I jerked off a lot. I said I did. He asked if I had ever fucked a pussy and I said that I had not. He was rubbing his crotch and he, too, was getting turned on by the situation. He asked if I was ready to see his meat. I said yes and he hauled out of his fatigues a long, fat, uncut cock. He pulled the skin back off the top and it went 'tic'. The uncovered head of his meat was all shiny and was oozing pre-cum.
Navy Interracial Nazi
He thought I was the poorest possible excuse for a sailor --which was true --and never tired of telling me so. The only people he was harder on were the black guys: Peter, a silent sullen seaman, who brooded, and took it, and Chaz, a rangy brown-skinned guy with an animal's grace and hidden power. It was Chaz who started calling him "Nazi Jake", but we all took it up. It so obviously fit.
Rimming and Wet Army Grunt Sex
During a break after our first dinner I was sitting in the quad with five other reservists, all first year and all but two of us had obviously taken on more than we bargained for, in between bitchin' about the mornings orientation manoeuvre we got to talking about why we joined up in the first place. It was the money, pure and simple we wanted the money.
Marine Life
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.
Bear with Underwear Fetish Fucks Army Brat in the Ass
I was a lot more experienced than the other guys in more ways than one. That I owe to a business acquaintance of my father's who was also one of his friends. This man who often visited our house seemed to be interested in me. I soon understood that he also loved underwear.
Losing My Virginity In The Marines
Several months later, I was asked by a friend of mine if I would like to move into a house that they are renting at Atlantic Beach, just outside the back gate of LeJeune. A place at the beach? Sure. I moved in right before Thanksgiving. The rent was reasonable, but the nice thing was that since it was a year lease, the rent didn't go up during the summer. Anyway, I had two roommates, George and David. Mutt and Jeff. David fairly tall and over-weight and as a result was on weight-control; George was about 5'7" and slightly built. He was a nice guy, but a little of a dope-head. I didn't want to ruin my stint in the USMC because of someone else's drug use, so George agreed not to smoke or keep drugs in the house.
Military Manstuff
I went into one of the two stalls and closed the door. I dropped my shorts to the floor and started to take a piss prior to wrapping up the head of my dick. While I was pissing, I started reading the writings on the wall of the stall; and there were some pretty graphic drawings also. Cocks, cunts, cocks in cunts. You name it. Well, that wasn't what I needed because Big Red decided that he was going to get hard and there was no stopping him. The only way to get any relief and have the boner go away was to jerk it and shoot a load. That was not what I had planned. So I wrapped my fist around my meat and started to beat it big time, reading the literature on the wall.
Blowjob after Navy Boot Camp with Uniform
The warm sensation of his sucking mouth on my cock was almost too much, and in seconds I unloaded a wad of cum that shot spurts out for a full minute. He swallowed every drop of cum I shot, and then stroked my cock slowly with the tip still in his hot mouth. I leaned back against the sink and held on as he finished sucking every drop out of the head of my cock.
My Navy Boot Camp
I looked around and didn't see anyone of interest so I decided to spend some "me" time in the head. Grabbing my shower stuff I made my way into the head. When I walked through the door I hear the showers running. With a shrug I moved off toward the showers to find who my company in the shower would been. As I turned the corner I was gladly surprised by the view I had. There before me stood Bount under the spray of the water. His back was towards me and I had a wonderful view of his sweet ass! I was in heaven. I'm not sure how long I stood rooted there, but I was brought back to the world when he turned his head over his shoulder.
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