New Jarhead Roommate At Marine Corps

My life had not been the easiest, but who's is? I'd made my own choices with little to no regret. So there I was, in the United States Marine Corps, with two more years to go before my discharge. There's a transfer to Japan in my hands. I was really excited to be going there.

But when I first got there I found the accommodations less than desirable. Let's just say, I'd rather have a tent in the woods than sleep in the quarters that I was assigned.

But, thankfully, I knew someone stationed here. I gave my friend Brent a call. We'd known each other through the all of the basic schools that we all had to endure after boot camp. He was pretty much my best friend in Marine Corps. Even though we'd been separated for a few years, we still kept in contact. And I knew he was here at this base. Brent was quick off the mark to come and pick me up from the hell hole I was placed in and offered me the extra bunk in his very fine three man barracks room.

He was the only one assigned to the room, so it was no problem. God, was I grateful. Brent was a good pal. But he was very seriously engaged to a beautiful young Japanese woman. I liked Brent a lot, but I knew he was straight. Anyway, I finally got settled in and was really enjoying being stationed in Japan. Brent was even able to pull a few strings to get me assigned to his squadron, so that we could work together. What a pal!

Well, the day came when Brent decided that he needed to live with his fiancee, outside of the base. I was happy for him, but more so for myself. That meant that I could have a room designed for three men, all to myself. I gladly helped him move his personal belongings to his fiancee's place. After all, it was the least I could do. I thought the world of Brent. Still do.

Anyway, I was just settling into my own private room, which is pretty rare by Marine Corps standards. The very next evening, I'd just gotten back from work and there is some guy unpacking his gear and moving himself right in to my fucking room. I was quite pissed at first, but I knew it wasn't his choice or his fault. You go where you're told in the Marines, unless you have connections.

So, I simply introduced myself to my new roommate. I noticed right away that he was very buff and very handsome. He seemed nice, but very aloof. Not exactly like he didn't like me, more like he could care less. I thought, "Okay, this is cool, maybe this guy won't bug me and we can co-exist in a very neutral way." However, something about this guy was bothering me. He seemed familiar somehow.

Finally I realized where I'd seen him before, I said, "You're from New Point aren't you?", that was my last duty station. He said, "Yea, so what?" I said, "Yes, I knew I'd seen you somewhere before." He couldn't care less. He pretty much ignored my statement. So I spoke up, "I've seen you at Breakers bar in town, haven't I?" He gave a non committal shrug. This guy was going to be tough, but at that point I didn't care. I just said, "Well, I'm from Ohio, how about you?" He actually brighten up then, and said, "I'm from Ohio too." We finally shook hands. His name was Griff, he said that was short for something or other I don't remember. Anyway, we were a little more comfortable with each other after that.

I had quite a little home entertainment system by now, so he was at my mercy. If he was to watch any videos or listen to a good stereo system he must go though me first. I told him to make himself at home. I was more than accommodating, I showed him how to use the remotes for everything. My thought was, "If I have to live with this guy, he might as well be as comfortable as I can make him" that way, I'll be comfortable too.

Anyway, I think I did make a conscious effort to avoid him, you know, to let him get settled in and have a little space for a while. So I went out with my new found work friends, and Brent.

Days went by. I couldn't help but notice that when he got up in the morning, he was completely nude. I'd never had a roommate do that ever. Obviously he slept in the nude. I didn't know. I used to lay awake in my bunk in the mornings and watch him go into the shower and come out. His body is something to behold. Beautifully sculpted and I could tell that he spent a lot of time making it that way.

So I come in one night after drinking heavily with some of my friends. He greets me at the door, "Where the hell have you been?" he asked. I was a little trashed, and somewhat confused by his attitude. "I was just out with some friends." I say. He says, "Well, some guys came looking for you earlier, I told them I didn't know where you were!" He seemed overly excited, as if he was worried about me or something. I said, "Yea, I met up with them a while ago."

He looked so fucking handsome at that moment. He seemed so concerned for my health and well being. I was touched. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Then I realized why I couldn't take my eyes off of him: he was just two inches from my face. He wasn't looking into my eyes though, he was staring down at my chest.

I didn't understand this move or his motives. Of course at this stage in my life I didn't understand much of anything. I just thought he was too ashamed to look me in the eye. I was backed up against the door so I had to grab his shoulders and move him back, so I could get out of this awkward position. I don't like to be backed into a corner, no one does.

As I touched his body, he slowly looked up into my eyes. He seemed to relax a little. I was confused, I never thought that this hunky man could be so vulnerable. Could he have missed me? "No!", I thought, "don't flatter yourself", but my hands on his shoulders felt so right.

As I moved him back away from me, his hands slowly found my waist. I thought I was imagining it, because of my buzz. But then he pulled me close to him. I was very erect by now. His jeans hid very little, I could feel that he was hard too.

I said, "What's up man?" He said, "You know!", and I did. I wasn't sure, but I think I did know. This guy was a fantastic specimen of a human being. Perfect body, perfect face and staring right into my eyes. He was fucking beautiful.

I couldn't ask for more. I wrapped my arms around him kissed him as deeply as I could. He was more than responsive. His mouth was mine. His ass, at last, was mine to grope. I felt this guy up, like no one I'd ever been with before. After all, he was a Marine. And a damn fine one at that.

He pulled me onto his bunk, right on top of him. I pulled off his tee shirt and found his nipples. His chest was slightly hairy, I love that, I licked his nipples until he moaned. We undressed each other in a hurry. This guy had the best body that I'd ever seen. He kissed my neck and my chest. He flipped me over and went to work on my dick. It seemed that he'd had some experience with sort of thing. So I just let him work his magic.

Once Griff wrapped his lips around my cock, I was his. My whole body shook. I can't describe the feeling of having a totally masculine man put his mouth around my dick. I actually trembled. It was so fucking hot.

Griff licked my cock like he'd been doing it for years. I felt the urgent need to reciprocate -- besides, I hadn't had a cock in my mouth since I was 18. I was due. I quickly moved him into a 69 position that would have pleased any of the gods.

I put my mouth on his cock, and it was the sweetest thing that I'd ever tasted. This guy must have honey with his corn flakes, because his dick was very tasty. His precum was very sweet.

Then he started to lick my hole. I got very tense at this point. I knew I must make a move. So I flipped him around. I'm no slob, I have a pretty good build myself.

He seemed agreeable to this new position. So I decided to lick his great lips, and he responded by sticking his tongue deep into my mouth. Once his legs were upon my shoulders, I knew that this was exactly where I should be.

The heat from his body was incredible. I was totally consumed. I positioned my dick at the entrance to his hole. He was moving his ass around like he knew what was coming. He had no idea.

I pushed the head of my cock into him. He just winced a little. Then I shoved a little more in, and his eyes opened really wide, but he knew he couldn't make a noise, because the guys next door might hear and know what was going on. His asshole was very tight and warm around my cock. I loved the feeling of being inside him.

He moaned a little and that got me going. I let him move his legs down around my waist. I pushed my cock as far into him as I could, with his legs wrapped around me. I put my lips to his and he gladly accepted my tongue. I really just wanted to keep him quiet. As I shoved my dick in and out of him, I felt such an immense closeness to him. I wanted to be inside him forever.

All of a sudden I felt his asshole tighten around my dick. He was spasming! I couldn't control myself, I started to cum. I tried to shove my entire body into his asshole. I was on fire and nothing could stop the on-coming maelstrom.

I needed to be inside this man, like nothing that I'd ever needed before. His ass was so hot and it was twitching like nothing I ever felt before. His first shot hit my chest and I knew he was cumming. His asshole squeezed my dick again and again, and I was lost. I came in such torrents that can only be described as a tsunami. Griff was moaning so loud that I had to put my hand over his mouth again.

I finally pulled my dick out of him and he just said thanks. I was so happy that I could produce so much pleasure in another guy. None of the women that I ever fucked thanked me.

Griff and I remained friends and fuck buddies until I left.

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written by champ