Raped By Marines And Forced To Suck Cock And Fucked Up The Ass

I was a 22-year old straight out of college and I had just gotten a research job with a consumer products company. One of my first assignments was to attend a convention in San Diego. I might preface this story with the fact that I was happily married; Michelle and I had married only three months earlier. I was very happy with my life and my job and really looking forward to a week on the left coast.

Well, I really misunderstood how lonely travelling can be. The first couple days were OK. I ran into some of the competition and spent the first two nights with them at dinner. That was actually kind of fun. My job was to just look around and ask questions at the booths. I was supposed to write a report on the convention and the market. Well, that was fun for the first two hours. The rest of the time was just plain boring. My friends at the competition actually went back east on Tuesday and I was left there until my flight home on Saturday morning.

Wednesday night I ate by myself and went to bed early. Thursday night, I watched one of the soft porn flicks, which was good, cause I was starting to get pretty horny. By Friday night, I had wrapped up the report. I called my wife and spent a good while talking lovey-dovey to her. We hung up at 8pm and I was not about to go straight to bed again. Instead I thought I'd go downstairs to the hotel bar for a drink. Now, keep in mind, I had promised myself beforehand I wouldn't turn into one of those polyester lounge lizards hanging out at the hotel bar. I was determined never to set foot in the hotel bar, but I had no idea how bring solo travel could be.

I changed into a pair of jeans and took the elevator to the second floor, where the sports bar was located. I walked in and easily found a good spot at the bar. I ordered a Guiness and a paper cup. I downed the too-cold Guiness and ordered another one. Meanwhile I put a pinch of Skoal in so that I had something to do while my second Guiness warmed up. The paper cup was to spit into. That was when I noticed a pair of guys, obviously military, hanging out at a table right beside me. I watched the ballgame, Phillies were down by two, what's new? Occassionally the pair of military guys caught my eye; they seemed to be looking my direction every time I looked over. I asked the bartender for the bar darts, grabbed my stout and headed to the dart board. I was just goofing around. Trying to get all 20's, then 19's...kinda solo cricket I suppose.

Then I noticed that one of the military guys was walking toward me with another set of darts. "Wanna Play for real?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "but I'm warning you I'm not that good."

"Neither am I, " he smirked. "My name's Bruce by the way." Well, Bruce was certainly a handsome guy. Now I'm not queer, but I know a handsome guy when I see one. Bruce couldn't have been 21, probably 19. He was built, had to be 220 pounds, but he was six-three so he didn't look at all out of proportion.

"Name's Jim." We shook hands and started shooting darts. Bruce was right; he wasn't that good. Just before I wrapped the game up, I noticed the other one on his way over with three beers and a stack of paper cups.

"I get the winner, he said as soon as he was within earshot. I shot the last dart and turned around.

"That would be me. My name's Jim."

"Mike," he said waving the beer up and down like he was shaking my hand. Then he thrust the beer into my hand."

"Thanks," I muttered.

"No luck, Mike?" Bruce asked.

"Nah, stupid bitch wouldn't give me time of day. Took the drink and went over to those fags over against the wall."

"Did I tell ya or what?" Bruce asked.

Now Mike was not as handsome as Bruce. Bruce was a Teutonic warrior, buzz cut blonde hair, bright blue eyes, square-cut jaw. Mike was significantly shorter, about my height, five-eight and he had medium brown hair and brown eyes. He had nice teeth. I always admire nice teeth, but other than that I can see why the gorgeous chick he was hitting on wasn't interested.

"Man, I gotta get me some soon," Mike said as he started throwing darts.

"Yeah, I hear ya," Bruce said, scanning the room for candidates.

"You two just get out for the weekend?" I asked.

Bruce replied, "First time we've been off base in over ten weeks."

I winced, "Man, that's gotta be rough."

Mike smirked, "It's pretty bad, but we're marines. We can handle anything." The two looked at each other and grunted real loud. It was actually kind of frightening, but I can tell the other patrons have heard it way too often to be impressed.

Well, we spent the rest of the night shooting darts, scoping out the bar and drinking beer. About 11pm. Mike looked up from the table and said, "Man, we ain't gonna find anything here. Let's just pick up a hooker. I got fifty bucks." Bruce looked over at me and said, "Whaddya say, Jimbo, you in?"

I looked over at Bruce in a kind of startled way, "No, man, I'm married."

Mike smirked, "So am I. What's your point? You need it, she ain't here. It's not like you gotta fall in love or anything. Just bang the bitch."

Bruce started laughing at that. "I'll tell you what, let's go upstairs and call a chick. If she's not what you're looking for, you can just leave. If she is, hey we ain't gonna tell nobody."

"OK," I muttered. I wanted to go to bed anyways, but these guys were fun. I figured I could go upstairs, drink another beer. When the hooker showed up, I could easily excuse myself and go to bed. Before I knew it, we were heading upstairs in the elevator.

When we got into the room, Bruce opened up his black daytimer and dialed a number. He hung up an the phone rang back in a minute. They had decided they wanted a blonde, big tits and there were gonna be three guys.

"Ok, One hundred fifty bucks. No problem. Half-an-hour." He hung up the phone and pulled a six pack out of the brown paper bag, we had brought upstairs. They entertained me telling me wild stories about the training camp they just completed. After about half an hour, Bruce was getting visibly itchy. His dick was real hard, bulging against the baggy blue jeans he had on. Mike was the same way. I wanted to go to bed and jerk off cause I was getting kind of horny, too, although I knew I wouldn't fuck a prostitute.

We kept talking for another half hour. Finally Mike said, " she ain't coming. Goddamn it! Man I gotta get off bad and I'm tired of jerking it off."

Bruce stood up, his dick ever more obvious. "I guess she's not. Want me to call again?"

"I don't think I can wait another half hour," Mike said and started unzipping his pants. "I need some relief now!"

I wasn't sure what to do. I knew Mike was gonna pull his dick out and start jerking it off. I was kind of fascinated that he was so horny but I didn't really want to watch. Meanwhile Bruce was rubbing himslef through his pants.

Bruce looked over at Mike. "Maybe Jimbo would like to help us out."

I smiled, "Nice try. But no cigar. I'm not into that kind of stuff."

About that time, Bruce was standing behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "I think we can change your mind about that, he said and grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me handily to my feet.

"No, I'm serious guys. I really don't like that kind of stuff. You're nice guys and all. It's been fun partying with you, but I think it's time for me to go."

I started to the door when Bruce pulled some kind of wreslting move on me and had me pinned tight to the floor, the inside of his elbow covering my mouth and his full 220 pounds on top of me. That's hen I realized that a) they were serious and b) I was in trouble. There was no way I wanted to do anything sexual with these guys, but at the same time there was no way I was gonna get away.

"Look, we like you. We don't want to hurt you, but you will provide us means to get off and get off good." Bruce said this as he was pulling me onto my knees. His elbow was still covering my mouth. "We won't hurt you, just follow directions. OK?" He asked

I was scared. I nodded yes.

"Good," Bruce replied and removed his elbow from my mouth and held both of my hands behind my back and mussed up my hair with his other hand. "Now I think you can figure out what Mike wants."

Mike was standing in front of me and started to pull his cock out of his underwear. He wasn't that big, but he was rock hard, rigid. His dick knob was purple and the precum made a long string from his stomach to his piss slit as he lowered his dick to my face. I was real scared. For effect Bruce, pulled my arms upward, very painful.

"Lick it," Mike said softly and rested his cock squarely on my face. I was really scared, I started at the base and ran my tongue up the length of his shaft. It wasn't that bad. Mike had his hands on the top of my head and was clearly in heaven. "Now suck." It was soft almost a whisper, but I obediently opened my mouth and he inserted his cock. My lips closed around it and Mike started to moan. I could feel the precum seeping into my mouth. It actually tasted good. Mike's dick felt good in my mouth and I could tell I was pleasing him right. Bruce stood behind me making sure I wasn't going anywhere. After a while, it became obvious that I wasn't. He let go of my hands and one immediately went to start jacking off Mike's dick. The other around his firm ass. Mike was pounding in and out of my mouth and I kept my fingers encircled around the base of his cock to keep his dick from gagging me. He was a madman. I could tell his balls were drawing up and his breath was quickening. Bruce meanwhile had shed his pants and moved over to the bed. He was stroking his long dick, must have been nine inches and thick.

Mike started moaning and I knew what was cumming. He had both hands on my head keeping his dick firmly planted in my mouth. It was clear he planned on shooting his load down my throat. I was scared about the idea at first, but then I got used to it and was looking forward to seeing what a man's cum tastes like.

Mike was pumping faster than ever. Then all of a sudden he stopped.

I didn't taste anything at first. I thought for a second nothing was coming out. Still with my head clamped tight onto his dick it started just flowing out, more like a hose, than squirting.I was swallowing for all I was worth, but there was so much cum, I had to let my jaw drop open and let the excess run down my chin. Mike pulled out and sat down on the bed next

to Bruce.

"Good mouth?" Bruce asked.

"Great," Mike murmered and breathed deeply.

I didn't know what to do. I had cum running down my chin and I knew Bruce wanted the same treatment Mike got. Bruce slid back on the bed and looked at me. "Get up here. I'm next." I obediently kneeled on the bed, so my mouth was right over Bruce's cock.

Mike was breathing real deeply, but was still hard as a rock. Mike said, "Hold on a minute and scraped the cum off my chin. Then he walked around to the back of me. I never considered that they might want to fuck my ass. I started to get up and Bruce just grabbed my hair. I knew getting fucked would hurt, but what choice did I have. Mike smeared the cum on his dick and spit onto my asshole. He started by inserting a finger, which didn't feel all that bad. In fact, I kind of liked it. Meanwhile I had Bruce's dick in my mouth and he was pushing my head down on his dick, ever further. Then I felt Mike's stiff cockhead at my butthole.

"Push out, like you're taking a shit," he said. I pushed and within a second he was deep inside my ass. To be truthful, it only hurt a little bit. He stayed still a little bit and it began to feel good. Then he began pumping in and out, fast and hard. I loved it. I could feel my own precum oozing from my rock hard cock, smearing between me and the blankets. The fucking and sucking went on for a long time. I thought I was gonna cum without even touching my dick a couple of times.

Finally, Mike pulled out. Bruce sat up and rolled me over on my stomach. Mike pulled my legs up in the air and his dick was soon back inside my ass, pounding away. I knew it wouldn't be long before he shot another load. Meanhile, Bruce was on all fours on top of me. He dangled his dick into my mouth and started humping in and out. Then he swooped down and pulled my cock into his mouthin one felll swoop. I almost came on the spot. Whatever I did, I wouldn't be able to hold off long.

Both Marines were pumping about as fast as they could. Bruce's suction on my dick was almost more than I could take. I was cumming. I thought I would black out, when I started shooting my load straight into Bruce's mouth. I could feel Mike's cum filling my ass with warmth. Then Bruce came, flooding my mouth with even more cum than Mike. I didn't waste a drop of his though.

The next thing I knew, we were all three laying naked on the hotel bed and I had fallen asleep for a second. I woke up with a start and Bruce was pulling covers over all three of us. He picked up the phone, "What time you need up, dude?"

"At least by six," I said. Bruce left a wake up call and turned off the light. Mike rolled over and put his leg on top of mine, but he was soundly asleep. The next thing I knew the phone was ringing and it was six. Both Mike and Bruce were up. Mike was just getting out of the shower. I didn't know what to say. I got dressed and headed to the door. "Later, guys," I said meekly. Mike jumped from the bathroom. He pulled me to him and shoved his tongue down my throat. Bruce just gave me a kiss on the lips and a slap on the ass. Then I walked out the door. I almost wanted to go back and give them my business card, but I knew I'd never see them again. The whole trip home, I dreamed of that encounter. I pretended my wife was Bruce or Mike for weeks. She never suspected anything, but I could tell she was excited about the great sex. Well, I've never done anything like it since and I'm real careful who I talk to at the hotel bars. But I hope someday, somehow I run into one of those guys again.

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